Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2005 02:48:51 +0100 (BST)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1698@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Brian is Different - Part 4 of 4  (b/b, m/b, m/b/b, mast, oral, anal)

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Brian is Different (Part 4)		(m/t, t/t mast, oral,
anal)
By
Alexander


Although this story may be read as a `stand-alone', it
follows on from `Brian is Different`, parts 1 to 3
(surprise, surprise!), which are available on this
site.


Chapter One

Steve had been calling regularly for several weeks
now: every Tuesday night I could guarantee he would
appear at the front door, clad in the shortest of
shorts, T-shirted, towel and trunks in hand. Sometimes
Brian would be there as he arrived, but there was
never any ill-feeling or jealousy between them, in
fact Brian seemed glad that Steve had someone who
liked him for who he was and never judged him. The two
boys never became close friends - they were too
different for that to happen, but they liked each
other well enough and seemed content to share me
between them - at least on Tuesday nights! Whatever
Steve and I did whilst Brian was out was rarely
discussed, the only comment Brian ever made was a
polite `everything OK?' when he came in, said more out
of politeness than anything else.

For his part, Steve had settled into a routine which
satisfied him. He had the attention he so desperately
needed, satisfied his wants and was quite happy to
keep things at that level much to my delight. The
boundaries had been set early in our relationship in
that we never kissed, or got involved in anything much
more that mutual masturbation and sucking. I believe
that he and Brian had very much that sort of
relationship too, although once again it was rarely
talked about. I did pick up that Steve preferred older
men, which didn't surprise me, and he tended to
frequent the public toilets in the park or down town
whenever he felt the need. When I was first told this,
late one night as Brian and I were cuddled up in bed
after having had a very satisfying love-making couple
of hours, I wasn't as shocked as I should have been: I
suppose I really knew that he wouldn't be satisfied
with just me and Brian to mess about with; he needed
the excitement and element of danger that he found
there.

I did do one thing for him though, which he
appreciated I believe. We had had our usual Tuesday
evening session when I steered the conversation round
to his other `activities'.

He openly admitted that he'd made a conscious decision
not to get involved with any of the other boys in the
home or at school, rationalising that if ever he got
found out, he'd be moved on and he'd lose the
friendship he'd built up with Brian and me. He also
added, with no sense of shame I might add, that to
`keep myself sane' as he put it, he needed the sort or
relief he found by having sex with casual strangers he
picked up. Naturally, I warned him of the serious
danger he was putting himself in, but knew I was
wasting my breath. He knew about the risks, both
physical and social, but they made little or no
difference. He did accept one idea of mine though, and
took up my offer of keeping a box of condoms in my
house for him to help himself to. I was pleased to see
that over the next few weeks, the box gradually
emptied: at least he was taking some sort of
precautions - or I assumed he was, as in reality I
never knew whether he was actually using them or not.

Brian and I too settled down into a happy domestic
routine as we gradually became acclimatised to each
other's foibles and those hundreds of little things
that make loving relationships so worth-while and
magical. We had our arguments of course, but none of
them serious and they were always settled before we
went to sleep - in fact the rows were almost worth it
in a perverse sort of way as the making up afterwards
was always such good fun!

Brian's reading and other school work had improved to
such an extent that he was moved out of my special
group in September and placed in the main stream. On
the day I told him what I thought would be good news,
I was dumbfounded by his reaction. We were having tea
when I casually mentioned it to him, thinking he would
be pleased. At first he stared at me, open mouthed,
his knife and fork clattering to the table. He sat and
glared disbelievingly at me. After what seemed an age
he wordlessly picked up the cutlery and began to eat,
slowly and deliberately. As I looked at him, I saw
tears start to flow down his cheeks. Stupidly, I asked
him what the problem was, and without another word he
got up from the table, the tears now flowing freely,
and shoulders slumped, ran upstairs to his room.

I sighed deeply, confused. His reaction was the last
thing I expected, and for the life of me couldn't work
out what had caused this incredible scene. Slowly I
climbed the stairs and entered his room through the
open door. He was sat on his bed, hands clasped in his
lap; the tears now stopped leaving just his red-rimmed
eyes staring blankly into space. I looked at him
questioningly.

`God, he's so beautiful,' I thought somewhat
incongruously to myself, `Even in this state, he's so
good looking.' Shaking my head I sat beside him and
put an arm on his shoulder, pulling him to me.
Thankfully he didn't resist, but neither did he relax.

"What's the matter?" I said softly. "What's the
problem?"

The only response I got was a slight shake of the head
and a few more tears. Not having a clue what to say or
do next, I lay back on the bed, pulling him down with
me. Once again, he let me hold him and stroke his
cheeks and hair, his head resting on my shoulder. We
didn't speak for ages, I knew that when he was ready
he'd tell me what had upset him; for the time being he
was content with being held and petted.

"Stupid. I'm stupid!" he eventually whispered, almost
to himself as much as to me.

"What?" I said quietly.

"I'm not a bloody kid anymore. I know I gotta move on
and change classes, but I'm scared and frightened."

"What of?"

"Dunno. I've always been in your class and it's been
OK knowing you're always there, sort of comforting
really and I feel good and ..." his voice trailed off.

I began to understand at last: how could I have been
so stupid and thoughtless. Despite his improved
academic abilities, he was still a scared little boy
deep down - I'd made the classic mistake of assuming
he'd matured just as much as he'd improved in other
directions.

I held him a bit tighter and kissed him on the
forehead, wiping the tear-marks from his hot cheeks.

"Come on," I whispered. "Let's go back downstairs and
have some tea."

Just a little unwillingly he allowed me to lead him
back to the living room where he sat staring into
space as I made the tea. Once done, I sat next to him
and said, "It won't be so bad you know, I'll always be
in my classroom if you need me, it's not as if I'm a
million miles away."

He nodded his head. "I know. I know. I'm just being
stupid like always."

It took a good half hour to explain things to him and
get him calmed down, and eventually reaching a
compromise. We would start things off by letting him
attend just a few classes in subjects he enjoyed and
could manage, and hopefully after a week or two he'd
feel able to cope with a full proper timetable. He
accepted this reluctantly, knowing that it was going
to happen anyway. He surprised me a little when he
ended the conversation by saying that he would do as
he was asked without a problem; what had frightened
him was that he suddenly realised how much he depended
on my physical presence in what, to him, had always
been a threatening environment.

"It's the change I'm worried about I guess," he
whispered. "I don't want things to change. For the
first time ever I'm really happy and I don't want
things to change. Once they do, when will they stop?
First the classes, then a new school, then you ... It's
all happened before." He started crying again.

"Nothing like that's going to happen," I said. "You're
only changing classes, and that's it. Nothing else."

"Promise?" he replied, looking at me pleadingly.

"Promise," I said. "I love you too much to let
anything else happen."

"Good," he whispered before curling up on my lap.
Placing a thumb in his mouth, he dozed fitfully for a
while, recuperating from his emotional roller-coaster.



Chapter Two

We decided to have an early night - the incident
earlier tiring us both out more than we expected and
in any case we both needed the close physical comfort
of each other in the sanctity of the night and our
shared bed.

Once we were both undressed and settled, I stretched
out, glad of the opportunity to be with the one person
in the world I loved more than anything else. I pulled
him over so he lay almost on top of me, our eyes
locking together. Reaching round, I clasped my hands
in the small of his back and hugged him tightly,
kissing him firmly on the lips.

"That's better," I said quietly. "Forget the rest of
the world, and school in particular, let's just relax
shall we?"

"Mmmmmm," he sighed, nuzzling into my chest. "What's a
school?"

That earned him another kiss and a gentle massaging of
his butt.

He giggled slightly as I searched out his hole,
manoeuvring him so he was stretched out full length
between my open legs. Gradually our dicks hardened,
pressing insistently into our navels, forcing us to
adjust ourselves as they needed more room.

"Six inches!" he whispered in my ear after one such
move.

"What?" I said, coming back to Earth reluctantly.

"How much I love you. Used to be five inches,
remember?"

"Oh, yeah," I smiled. "I remember."

"Yeah, well. It's six inches now. Well, nearly. Must
be all the exercise it's getting!" he laughed.

Delighted that my son and lover was now in a much
better frame of mind, I reached between us and grasped
the subject of his comments.

"Yeah, you're right, you must stop playing with it so
much!"

"Rubbish!" he said, "I never touch it - it's all your
doing."

We kissed and cuddled for ages before Brian leaned up
and looked at me, love shining from his eyes.

"Can I ... you know ... do you want? ...."

In reply I kissed him deeply, our tongues searching
for each other as we affirmed our feelings. I felt his
hands slide under my knees and at a gentle pressure
from him, raised them up as far as I could. Only
taking his eyes off me for a moment, he pressed his
leaking cock against my waiting hole, and with a long
heart-felt sigh he slid in deeply. He lay there for a
few moments, revelling once more in the wonderful
feeling he always got.

" `S nice," he sighed happily.

"Mmmmm," was the only reply I could make - or wanted
to.

Slowly he began to work himself in and out of my body,
taking care to use the full almost-six inches he was
so proud of. He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip
as he savoured the sensations emanating from his groin
- as was I. If he was feeling even a tenth of what I
was revelling in, he must be in Heaven. It was at
these moments that we were at our closest, both
relaxed and taught as bow strings at the same time,
cementing our unique bond as we pleasured each other,
giving each other our all and more than happy to do
it.

Slowly at first, I sensed him speed up, but soon his
thrusting took on a desperate urgency that only an
explosive orgasm would satisfy. I knew my Brian well
enough to let him have his head (!) - he was on a
different planet just at that moment and needing to
satiate that animal part of him which demanded
release. And it wasn't long in coming. His frantic
grunts and groans of passion gave way to a mewling
sort of sound as I felt his dick harden just that
little bit more as he climaxed somewhere deep inside
me. With a last, desperate thrust he collapsed on top
of me, breathing deeply, eyes still closed and beads
of sweat glistening on his forehead.

Our familiarity with each other meant that no words
were needed or necessary at that point. I gently
rubbed his back and kissed his glowing cheeks as he
regained his breath.

Opening his eyes, he stared deeply into mine and
kissed me, urgently and passionately. His immediate
needs had been met and now came the best part, for
both of us. Reaching over, he picked up my hand and
dropped it on his butt, letting me know just what he
wanted me to do. Searching around for the magic spot,
I pressed my fingers into that warm, wonderful, secret
place of his. I was rewarded with a satisfied moan and
a gentle motion as he started to make love to me once
more, but this time with infinitely more tenderness
and passion than he had just done. Looking into his
face I saw his beautiful soft smile as he moved to and
fro, relishing every second. There were tears too, but
not tears of pain; they were tears of pure
unadulterated happiness. It was moments like this that
we were both made for, both yearned for and both felt
a deep need for. I let my free hand caress his back,
his face and his chest as he continued to press in and
out, leaving me painfully empty as he pulled out, and
a phenomenal feeling of complete fullness as he eased
back.

All sense of time and space was lost as we melded
together in our bliss and utter devotion. Only dimly
did I become aware of his rising tension as his
thrustings began to get harder and faster again, at
the same time my own extremely painful dick started to
beg for relief.

"Gonna ... gonna ..." Brian managed to stammer out before
burying himself for the last time as his second orgasm
of the night took hold. I felt his whole body tense
up, his back arching up as if trying to get that last
millimetre of red-hot flesh inside me.

"Aaagh!!!" he almost screamed as his love juices
erupted once more.

Hardly had he shot his final spurt than I felt him
pull out of me, so fast it almost hurt, and before I
had time to think, he'd spun round and sunk my dick
into his mouth. With only a couple of strokes of his
hand and a delicious sucking, I deposited my load
straight down his waiting throat. Amazingly, he
managed to take to whole lot without spilling a drop,
only releasing me when he was sure there was nothing
left for him to ingest.

I collapsed back on the bed, every breath an effort,
my eyes unable to focus. I sensed rather than saw him
wrap his body round mine, hug me tightly and whisper
in my ear, "Thanks, that was fucking brilliant."

Swearing was something which he very rarely did these
days, and only then at moments of real emotion. In his
inimitable own way, Brian had exorcised that demon
which had scared him so much earlier that evening. We
both knew that whatever life, and the school in
particular, might throw at us, as long as we could be
together like this, then we would overcome everything.

We kissed slowly and devotedly for a minute or two
before we drifted off to sleep, embracing and united.


Chapter Three.

It was a month later that we had a four-day week-end
break. On the spur of the moment, and without giving
it much prior thought, I said to Brian that it might
be a good idea if we took the tent and spent the
week-end camping somewhere.

This met with instant approval and a hyper-active boy
began to rush round, gathering together the myriad
things we would need. It was only after the dining
table had been stacked high with our camping gear that
he paused, and breathlessly collapsed on my lap, his
arms clinging loosely round my neck.

"Where we going?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Don't know," I replied. "I've only just thought about
it. Where would you like to go?"

"Anywhere. Don't care. A million miles from here and a
million miles from anyone else!" he giggled.

For just a moment I regretted having mentioned the
idea, I had wanted a restful, peaceful week-end,
lazing about and doing as little as possible. But then
Brian's exuberance had overtaken me, and I was willing
to go along with whatever he wanted. But somehow I
knew his idea of a peaceful week-end probably wasn't
the same as mine!

After poring over maps for an hour or so, we found
what looked like a reasonable camp-site that met with
both our needs and at Brian's insistence, rang them
straight away and reserved a place. That done, I
looked at Brian thoughtfully and considered my next
question.

"Do you want to ask Steve?" I ventured. "He might like
it."

It took only a split second's thought before he
replied, "No, not this time. Maybe next time, I want
it to be just me and my dad this week-end." This was
accompanied by a grin that I knew from experience
meant only one thing.

Sighing heavily, I replied, "That's it then. We're
taking two tents and you can stay by yourself. I want
a rest."

This earned me a thump on the arm and a kiss on the
cheek. "You can have a rest, but only after you've
earned it!" he giggled. I cuddled up to him and
relaxed: the week-end was already looking good.

Brian must've mentioned our camping trip to Steve at
some point because he mentioned it almost as soon as
he came through the door.

"Where you goin' campin'?" he asked as he settled down
in front of the TV.

"Don't really know yet," I lied. "We haven't planned
that far yet."

"Never been campin' before," he went on. "What's it
like?"

Steve stretched out on the sofa, resting his head in
my lap as I reminisced about some earlier expeditions
of mine when I was about eleven or twelve. I closed my
eyes, picturing happy scenes and events of a childhood
that seemed a life-time ago.  I was relating a little
story about one time when I was camping with my cousin
Mike and we'd fallen in the river, soaking ourselves
when I suddenly remembered what'd happened afterwards.
We'd stripped off our wet clothes and were scrambling
around naked in the small pup tent looking for some
dry ones when, inevitably, we both got tremendous
erections. Neither of us had had any sort of sexual
experiences to speak of at that age, but knew enough
to know that some fun could be had together. Anyway,
to cut a long story short, we ended up in my sleeping
bag together, having the time of our young lives.

Without realising it, I'd stopped talking as I
recollected the incident, and was brought back to
reality as I felt Steve move his head against the
erection brought on by my thoughts. I glanced down
guiltily to see Steve smiling at me, his hands inside
his shorts toying with his own aroused dick.

"Must've been good fun," he smiled as he pressed his
head meaningfully into my groin.

"Yeah," I replied still slightly embarrassed.

"Was that your first time?" he asked as he slid his
shorts down to his ankles, allowing his solidly erect
and leaking cock to spring up.

"Yes, I think it probably was," I answered.

Steve twisted himself round and slid my track suit
trousers down as far as he could.

"Wanna get undressed?" he whispered, "And then I'll
tell you about my first time."

We'd never talked much about this sort of thing before
- Hell, I'd never even spoken about it much to Brian,
never mind Steve. Despite my trepidation at venturing
into hitherto untrodden territory and yet feeling more
than slightly aroused at the way the conversation was
heading, I quickly threw my clothes off and lay
alongside Steve, each holding the other's now
rampantly hard dick.

As we made ourselves comfortable, I remembered the
story Steve had told me when we first met about him
being abused by a family friend when his parents had
split up. I didn't really want to hear about this part
of his life, but if he wanted to talk about it, then I
had no real choice in the matter.

"It was about four years ago, just before my mum and
dad started to argue all the time and I used to stay
at my cousins house most week-ends, he's the same age
as me but a bit smaller. Anyway, we used to go for
long rides on our bikes - right out into the
countryside, miles from anywhere. Well, this one day
..."

Steve shuffled round a bit to make himself more
comfortable as he got into his tale, and in so doing
put his face just a few inches from my dick, watching
himself as he slowly worked his hand up and down the
shaft.

"This one day, we both wanted a piss so we got behind
a tree and took our things out. We were watching each
other and got a bit hard, but Mike - that's his name -
got sort of embarrassed and put his away in a hurry. I
remember we didn't talk much after that, I think we
were both a bit nervous. After a bit, Mike said he
wanted to stop and rest so we got behind a wall and
lay down. When I looked at him I saw he was hard, it
was sort of sticking up in his pants. That made me
hard as well and he giggled a bit when he noticed it.
We'd seen each other without any clothes on lots of
times, but we'd never taken much notice of each other
until today and somehow I could tell this was
different and I knew we both wanted to - err, mess
about a bit - but we didn't know how to start."

He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts and I
waited, fascinated by now.

"What happened?" I whispered as I ran my hand down his
tummy.

"I can't remember exactly, but I think he said
something like `can I see it?' or something. All I can
really remember is that we undid our zips and took
them out. They were both properly hard by now and we
sort of looked at each other for a bit and then he put
his hand on mine and started to feel it. I did the
same to him and after a bit we lay on the grass and
felt each other properly."

He smiled as he said this, obviously happy with his
thoughts.

"We didn't do much more just then, but that night in
bed we did it again. He couldn't cum then, but I could
make just a bit sometimes and we liked what we were
doing. From then on we did it every time I stayed
over."

I thought for a moment, trying to phrase the question
I wanted to ask, and the one which Steve wanted to
really talk about I think.

"What about the friend of your parents, you know, the
one who ...?"

"Oh, yeah. Him." Steven mused. "Donald. Well, when mum
and dad split up, I couldn't go to see Mike anymore
and so we couldn't do anything together. I suppose I
missed doing stuff with him more than I realised and
when I was with Donald, well ..."

He paused and took a deep breath.

"It was me who started it all. He was always nice and
friendly and talked to me properly, not like I was a
little kid. I like him a lot and I kept getting hard
when I was with him and one day - I just couldn't seem
to help it, I wanted him - you know, to do something
with me. We were at his house and I said I wanted to
use the toilet and when I came back, I'd deliberately
left my flies undone with my dick showing through a
bit. Donald didn't say anything at first, but I saw he
was looking at it. I could see he got hard as well and
I knew then it was going to be OK. I sat next to him
and he kept staring at it and then said something like
`Nice'. I pretended that I'd only just noticed I was
undone, but didn't fasten it up. Donald put his hand
on it and got it all the way out and stroked it. It
felt brilliant; even better than when Mike and I did
it. I was so sort of excited that without asking I
took his out and felt it like he was doing to me. It
was the first time I'd done anything with anyone else
except Mike and I really liked it. Anyway after a bit
we wanked each other off. We did it every time I went
to see him after that until one day I asked if we
could go to his bed room."

Steve and I were both iron-hard by now and the
atmosphere Steve had created was electric. Before he
went on with his fascinating story I just had to make
myself more comfortable and so with some difficulty
managed to strip off completely, as did Steve. We lay
back, face-to-face and started to fondle our slick
cocks as the tale was continued.

He went on to say that Donald wasn't too keen on
taking things much further than they had and it was
with some difficulty that he was persuaded to do as he
was asked. Steve smiled at he said this and his cock
gave a twitch as he obviously called this to mind.

"I wasn't sure what difference it would make being in
bed, but I was sure that there were other things we
could do apart from wanking each other off. I'd heard
talk of being sucked until you came, and about having
it up your butt, but I'd never given it a lot of
thought until now and I wanted to try some different
stuff out. At first Donald wouldn't do anything, but I
more or less made him let me suck him and then he did
it to me. We both thought it was much better than
jerking each other off once we'd got used to it.

We'd only been doing this stuff for a few weeks when
my parents split up after a big row, and I lost my
temper with them and told `em I was going to live with
Donald `cause he looked after me better. They both
stopped then and looked at me. I think it was mum who
guessed what I meant first and she had a go at me and
dad called me a lot of names and said I was going to
go into care as he couldn't give a shit about me
anymore."

Steve took a deep breath and looked at me, his eyes
betraying how much of a little-boy-lost he was,
despite the outward appearance of adolescent bravado.
At that moment I felt intensely sorry for him and gave
him a hug. I think he was almost in tears just then
and to change the atmosphere I suggested that we move
from the living room into my bedroom. This seemed to
work as he raised a knowing smile and helped me to my
feet.

As we closed the bedroom door behind us, Steve grabbed
me round the waist and squeezed me hard. I thought he
was going to say something, but he evidently changed
his mind as without another word he slipped into bed
and held the blankets open for me. We kissed and
cuddled for a while, both of us feeling urgent need
for each other. As we were moving about in the bed,
Steve suddenly dived under the covers. I thought at
first he was going to give me a blow job, but within a
couple of seconds he re-appeared holding a pair of
Brian's underpants.

Instantly my mind went blank. They were the pants
Brian had worn to bed last night, and well - what with
one thing and another they didn't stay on him for very
long! I slowly took the offending underwear from Steve
and looked steadily at him, not knowing what he was
thinking or what the hell I could say. I knew that he
realised the relationship between Brian and me was a
lot more than that of father and son - in fact Brian
had told him as much, but actually having the evidence
in his hands made it somehow more real. It was Steve
who broke the silence first.

"He's lucky. I wish I ..." I heard him muse as I
dropped the pants out of sight on the floor.

My dick had instantly softened when Steve showed me
the pants, but Steve soon brought it back to life, the
pants apparently being forgotten about already.

Up until now, Steve and I had not broken the agreement
that Brian had made about him - there was to be no
deep kissing and certainly nothing more than mutual
jerking off and wanking, but such was the atmosphere
that Steve had created with his story-telling that we
were in serious danger of breeching the agreement. In
fact I'd almost forgotten about it until Steve leaned
in to me and gave me a deep French kiss, to which I
automatically responded in kind. It took me a few
moments to realise why, although it was very pleasant,
it felt wrong somehow. It only dawned on me when I
felt his fingers begin to explore around my butt that
I remembered Brian. With great reluctance and strength
of will I didn't know I possessed, I slowed the pace
down and with a final kiss and embrace I twisted round
and hungrily absorbed his rigid, dripping dick into my
mouth. He was as hard and hot as ever I'd known him
and the urgency with which he thrust his cock into my
mouth confirmed that he was feeling particularly horny
tonight - as was verified by the energy and fervour
with which he was working on my own similarly engorged
love tool.

There's a phrase which every teacher is told at the
beginning of his career that goes something like `When
becoming a teacher, by your pupils you will be
taught'. This is certainly true in many ways, ands
with an inward wry smile, it was confirmed to me
again; Steve was vastly more experienced at this sort
of thing than I was. Despite my age and having Brian
for a lover and my limited experience with other men
and boys, Steve had had a lot more practice than I had
- as he was demonstrating so ably. I'm not sure how he
did it, but he was taking me to a plane I'd not been
on for a very long time. It was only much later on
that night as I was thinking about it that I realised
somehow Steve had infected me with the desperation and
need for love he so badly needed and he was trying his
damndest to extract every last drop of TLC from me
whilst he could. These thoughts, however, were a
million miles away as I subsumed myself in Steve, and
him into me.

As I ran my fingers up and down his spine and through
his silken hair, I was dimly aware that he was
sweating profusely and so engrossed in what he was
doing that he too was on a different planet: one which
was bounded by his intense need to satisfy himself. I
was only the means and not the objective.

Neither of us could last very long in this situation
and despite our best efforts to slow time down, it
wasn't very long before I felt that familiar welling
up in my groin which presaged a massive and painful
ejaculation. Taking his swollen red member from
between my lips for an instant I warned him that I was
about to cum. All I got in reply was a low growl from
him and a throb or two from his cock which was by now
being given the benefit of a good tongue lashing by
myself. With a last, desperate thrust I buried my dick
as far as I could down his throat and shot what must
have been a pint of love juice into him. Without
missing a stroke he took the lot, simultaneously
shooting his own load of boiling cum onto my tongue
and down my gullet.

We stayed like this for ages, even when our dicks had
softened, gently sucking and licking the flaccid
members. Steve seemed reluctant to release my dick
from his mouth and more in sympathy than anything else
I continued to play with his until he decided to stop.

Eventually he eased off me and with a last kiss on the
tip of my cock turned and lay alongside me, throwing
an arm across my chest and putting his head on my
shoulder.

"Why is it always different with you?" he whispered in
my ear as he rubbed my nipples with his finger tips.
"I never seem to cum so hard with anyone else."

I didn't know what to say to this except, "I don't
know. Perhaps it's because we're in bed together and
not in ..." I was going to add `a public toilet' but
decided to leave the sentence hanging.

"Yeah. Perhaps," he sighed, his tone of voice telling
me that he didn't quite believe it.

A glance at the clock shook me into realising that
Brian would be home soon, and with great reluctance
unwrapped myself from his arms. "Come on," I
whispered, "We'd better make a move."

Wordlessly he got to his feet and half-smiled at me.
Once again I had the impression that he was going to
say something, but changed his mind. Instead he asked
if he could have a quick shower.

I dressed myself thoughtfully as he showered, trying
to work out why he seemed different tonight, but not
coming to any real conclusion, went downstairs and
made some tea for us.

Steve had just come downstairs and was watching TV
when Brian bounced in the room, throwing his swimming
kit onto the table.

"Hiya!" he said brightly. "Everything OK? Any tea
left?"

The somewhat pensive mood Steve and I were in up to
that point was, thankfully, broken and for the next
few minutes we chatted about odds and ends until it
was time for Steve to go.

Once we had the house to ourselves, Brian and I turned
the lights down low and settled on the sofa, him
laying on his back, head in my lap and thumb in his
mouth. I gently ran my fingers through his fine hair
and stroked his cheeks as I thought about Steve and
what would become of him.

"Penny for them?" I heard Brian say.

"What?" I replied, dragging my mind back.

"Penny for them. You were miles away." Brian said,
turning over to look at me properly.

"Nothing really, "I lied. "I was just thinking about
something Steve said tonight."

"Oh." Brian answered. He was astute enough not to ask
me what had transpired, despite the fact that he was
dying to know. He also knew that I would tell him when
I was ready.

I looked down at Brian and without thinking lifted him
up and sat him on my lap. Pulling him to me, I kissed
him deeply and passionately, holding on to him
tightly. For some reason I felt very close to tears as
I felt him hug me back.

Breaking our kiss for a second, Brian stared at me and
said quietly, "Everything alright?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "I am the luckiest person alive to
know you."

That earned me a sharp quizzical look from him which
quickly turned into one of his angelic smiles and a
quiet, "Dickhead!"

An hour or so later I noticed that Brian was dozing
and so gently shook him awake.

"Bedtime." I said softly.

With a giant yawn he struggled to his feet and gave me
a goodnight peck on the lips.

"See ya in the morning," he said, stifling another
yawn.

"Yeah. Goodnight," I replied



Chapter Four

I was laying in bed still wide awake a couple of hours
later when the bedroom door opened to admit Brian who
was evidently just as awake as I was. Without asking
he slipped in alongside me and cuddled up close.

"Guitars and violins?" he said softly.

Some time ago we'd agreed on a sort of code between us
which secretly let the other know when we were either
worried or especially happy. Brian disliked classical
music and so would say `violins' when he was upset or
worried about something and conversely would say
`guitars' when he was feeling particularly good. I,
having different tastes, used them the other way
round. Sounds a bit complicated I know, but it worked
for us.

"No, not really," I said. "Just a bit sort of
guitarish I suppose. I'm worried about Steve."

"Oh, why?" Brian asked out of genuine concern. He knew
we messed about together of course, and was quite
happy about it, just as I wasn't at all concerned
about them two getting it on once in a while.

I put an arm round Brian, his physical presence
somehow making me feel a great deal better. Going on
to tell him the shortened version of what Steve had
told me earlier that evening, I tried to resolve the
enigma that was Steve at the same time. Brian took it
all in thoughtfully.

"I know just how he feels," Brian said when I'd
finished. "It's no fun being in care. Oh, people look
after you and feed you and stuff, but they don't love
you - at least not in our sort of way. I guess Steve
is feeling it a bit. You know he's lost contact with
his mother and father don't you?"

I didn't. But now I did, things began to hang
together. Brian went on to say that it'd been a few
months since they'd been in touch, and letters he'd
written went unanswered. In fact the last two had been
returned as `unknown at this address'.

During our conversation we'd taken hold of each
other's cocks - an almost reflex reaction these days -
and were gently fondling each other. It wasn't a
particularly sexual thing; we both simply enjoyed the
intimate contact and comfort it gave each other. We
lay back in silence for a few minutes each engrossed
in our own thoughts when Brian leaned over and bit me
gently on a nipple. Taking this as a sign that he was
in the mood for some fun and games, I turned on my
side and faced him. Smiling broadly, he slid his
perfect little frame tight against me and wriggled his
arms round my waist. Giving me a non-too-gentle
squeeze he looked me in the eyes and leaned in to kiss
me. He pecked at me for a few minutes before leaning
back a little and whispered seriously, "Love you lots.
Guitars."

Smiling back at him, I replied "Violins!" and kissed
him properly.

Within a few seconds he somehow wormed his way on top
of me and lay resting on his elbows, our faces just a
few inches apart. Reaching down between us, he moved
his cock so it was lying alongside mine and started to
rock to and fro. Pulling his lips to mine, I
frantically searched for his tongue. I could feel as
well as hear the low mewls he emitted as he continued
to grind his cock against mine. This was Brian at his
best and most loving and I was more than content to
let him take control. It took only a few minutes
before I was conscious of his pace increasing and the
kisses getting more passionate. I waited with baited
breath for the inevitable, which as usual wasn't long
in coming. Without warning he broke our kiss, arched
his back and let out a barely stifled scream as he
ejaculated forcefully and painfully. Four or five
spurts later, and after he'd regained his composure he
giggled as his body writhed against mine, spreading
his spunk messily and deliciously all over our fronts.

"That's better!" he sniggered, "Now we can start!"

It was one of Brian's lovely little quirks that he
always liked to cum as soon as he could when we made
love `so I can have some real fun before I cum again'
as he put it. And it was true. The time between his
cums were the best we ever had. His initial need for
release once being sated, he could concentrate on the
sheer physical pleasure of love-making.

This time was no exception and I relaxed as Brian
melded into my body and accepted his warm, tender
kisses which were returned with interest. I know my
dick hadn't even begun to soften all the time we were
embracing, and to my never-ending surprise, Brian's
hadn't either, his now six-inch cock not even
beginning to lose its iron-hard state even though he'd
come so massively just a few seconds before.

I was so engrossed in Brian that I was only dimly
aware of the change in his wriggling about on top of
me. Subconsciously I registered that he was searching
in the bedside cabinet and I moaned in anticipation.
Still keeping my eyes closed, I wasn't at all
surprised when I felt his tiny hands lubricating my
cock with the baby oil he'd ferreted out. Once he was
satisfied he'd done it properly, I opened my eyes as
he sat up.

Gently holding my cock against his hole, we locked
eyes as he lowered himself down, my dick sliding in to
his love tunnel, painlessly and wonderfully. Once
fully embedded, he entwined his fingers with mine,
grinned evilly at me and started to lift himself up
and down very slowly and deliberately. It was sheer
torture: he knew how desperately I wanted him to get
on with it and fuck me properly, but he insisted on
teasing me, knowing that ultimately I would achieve
the orgasm I so desperately wanted. Slowly, oh so very
slowly, he picked up the pace, taking a pernicious
delight in knowing exactly how I felt.

He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as he got
just a little faster, his beautiful butt cheeks
clenching on my dick on every upstroke, his own
leaking cock bouncing up and down with each stroke. I
felt his grip on my hand tighten and his face contort
as he approached his own orgasm but still he managed
to keep up a steady, even pace. As I felt the boiling
start in my groin I thrust up into him, matching his
rhythm perfectly. Still he kept the same pace - the
only sign he gave was an opening of his eyes and the
most wonderful smile ever. Then he lost it completely:
with an animalistic scream, he thrust down as hard as
he could, clenched his cheeks together with an amazing
force, lifted himself up and accepted my too-long
awaited release. Simultaneously, he ejected his own
juices, the six or seven spurts shooting out with
enough force to cover me from my forehead downwards.

"Oh Jesus!" he moaned, "Christ!"

Breathing deeply his whole body trembled and shook as
he recovered from his second orgasm of the night. I
was struggling for breath myself, my glazed eyes
staring unseeing at the boy-god grinning inanely back
at me.

After what seemed an eternity, he rolled off me,
draped an arm across my chest and nibbled at my ear.
"That was wonderful," he whispered. "Thanks."

I twisted round and kissed him gently on the lips. I
didn't say anything - there was no need to, he'd said
it all.

Within minutes we were both sound asleep, wrapped in
each other's arms and dreaming of each other, Steve
being a problem we had temporarily forgotten about.


Chapter Five

In fact we didn't see Steve before the week-end when
we were going camping, and what with one thing and
another, we hadn't even mentioned him although I'm
sure he was in Brian's thoughts just as much as mine.

We had decided to leave just as soon as we could on
the Thursday afternoon and had piled all the stuff we
would need on the garage floor so we could just `grab
it and run' at the earliest opportunity. Things got
even better when with only the slightest jiggling
about with my timetable, I managed to free myself from
mid-day onwards. It only took a word or two with
Brian's afternoon teachers and he was also freed.
Catching him in the corridor between lessons, I
quickly and quietly updated him on the situation and
told him to meet me at my car just as soon as morning
school had finished. Just for a second I thought he
would lose it: his eyes sparkled and a grin stretching
from ear to ear lit up his face and it was only with a
tremendous effort he managed to stop himself from
hugging and kissing me in the busy corridor!

Morning school finished, and by half past twelve we
were on our way, car loaded to capacity and a very
excited young man tracing our planned route on the
map. Once we'd cleared the town and were out on the
open road, I half-watched as Brian removed his school
jacket and tie, threw them over his shoulder and began
to search through his school bag. My interest in his
slightly bizarre behaviour quickened when I saw him
extract his favourite yellow T-shirt and matching
shorts and put them on the floor between his feet.
Then, to my utter amazement, he started to strip.
First, off came the white school-shirt and on went the
T-shirt. Then off came his long grey trousers together
with his pants. I almost had a heart attack as I
looked at his beautiful body, naked from the waist
down, his soft brown dick hanging tantalisingly over
his balls. In something of a panic I glanced around us
and was relieved to find that there was no other
vehicles close enough to see what has happening.

Brian must've realised this too as he made absolutely
no move to put his shorts on - in fact he opened his
legs wider and rolled his T-shirt up a little, giving
me a completely uninterrupted view of his body from
the waist down. The leer he gave me and a quick fondle
of his hardening cock said volumes.

"That's better!" he grinned at me. "They need some
fresh air!"

"For God's sake get dressed!" I mouthed at him, not
nearly as shocked as I should have been. Much as I
loved the vision of him sat like this alongside me,
the thought of our being seen like this was too much,
and as if to make the point I was uncomfortably aware
that a stream of cars was about to pass us.

In reply, I got the tip of his tongue stuck out at me,
another wicked grin, and a very slow attempt to dress
himself more appropriately.

"Spoilsport!" he giggled as he fastened the shorts up
at long last.

Leaning over he gave me a quick peck on the cheek, lay
down on the seat and nestled his head on my thigh. He
propped the map book up against his up-raised knees
and pretended to follow our route, although the
positions of his hands and the occasional movement of
the book told me exactly where his mind was. Grinning
happily, I ruffled his hair and rested my hand on his
chest for a few moments.

"Happy?" I said, needlessly.

"Mmmmmm," he replied and as if to prove the point
lifted the book up just enough for me to see his hand
slowly stroking his very obvious erection.

"Jesus, Brian!" I laughed, "Doesn't that thing ever
have a rest?"

"Not this week-end," he responded, "It's going to have
a very busy time getting lots of fresh air and
exercise!"

Feeling very pleased with himself, he dropped the book
back in place and carried on enjoying himself. Taking
one hand off the steering wheel, I quickly and
carefully re-positioned my hardening cock and tried to
concentrate on my driving.

It was early evening when we arrived at our camp site:
still plenty of daylight left, but the air was chill
and so we quickly erected the tent and more or less
arranged everything. We were both a little tired, and
certainly hungry so rather than mess about cooking for
ourselves went and explored the site as on the way in
I'd noticed the Club House, which I hoped also housed
a restaurant of some sort.

To say that we'd selected the site at random, we were
surprisingly lucky. The complex looked almost new and
offered a large open-air swimming pool, bar and
restaurant, kids play room and a small amusement
arcade as well as a well-stocked shop. From the size
of the place, and the mobile home park in the adjacent
field, I assumed that the majority of guests either
lived there semi-permanently or used the trailers and
caravans for week-end breaks.

The restaurant was fairly quiet as it was well before
the usual dinner time, which suited us both as we
weren't really dressed for anything like a formal
meal. In fact the three or four groups of people
already there were families obviously having an early
meal. Brian and I chatted easily as we ploughed our
way through a very welcome meal, and to celebrate our
`escape' for the week-end, I even shared a bottle of
wine with him. Brian's eyes were everywhere, and it
was only with some effort he managed to stay seated
for the meal rather than do as he really wanted and
explore our temporary home. Once the meal was finished
however, he was off, leaving me to relax and have a
quiet drink at the bar.

It wasn't long before I got talking to one or two
other people who were also having a bit of time out
from their families, one of whom was very friendly and
quite talkative. Within a few minutes we discovered
that we were both `single parents', Mary having a
12-year old son living with her. They stayed on the
site for about three months of the year in one of the
semi-permanent trailers I'd noticed: I was wondering
just what sort of work she did which allowed her to do
this when she told me that she was a free-lance
photographer and therefore could live almost anywhere
as she travelled a lot anyway. We were busy chatting
away when she waved her arm in the air, obviously
having seen someone who was looking for her. When I
turned round to see who it was, my breath was taken
away. Walking towards us was the most handsome boy I'd
seen in ages.

Dressed in a sleeveless T-shirt and jean shorts, he
was about five foot tall, perfectly built with
flawless olive skin. He had the biggest mop of unruly
black curly hair I'd ever seen which matched his
complexion perfectly.

"Hi!" Mum, he said, flashing me a smile.

"Hiya, son," his mother said, ruffling that beautiful
hair. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Not much. Can I have some money for the arcade?"

As Mary fished in her purse for some loose change, we
were introduced.

"Greg, this's Alex. Alexis in full, but we don't use
that unless ..." she grinned at her son who obviously
knew what the `unless' meant.

Alex extended his hand and I took it, surprised by the
firmness of his handshake.

"Hello Alex, I'm Greg. Pleased to meet you."

"Thank you," he responded before taking the coins from
his mother and skipping out, heading for the amusement
arcade.

In answer to my unasked question, Mary told me that
his father was Greek, hence the complexion, "But he
isn't around anymore."  She said this without any sort
of emotion, so I assumed that they were divorced or
separated. She didn't enlarge on it and so the matter
was dropped and we resumed our conversation.

We'd been chatting away for longer than I thought as
Brian reminded me when he put in an appearance.

"Thought you'd got lost!" he grinned, but there was an
edge to his voice that told me he was a bit pissed off
with me.

"Sorry, son," I said, stressing the `son' for Mary's
benefit. "This's Mary. Her son, Alex is around
somewhere, you'll probably meet him soon."

"Good. That'll be fun."

Brian moved closer and leant against me, putting an
arm round my shoulders. I knew enough about body
language, and Brian, to know that he was subtly
telling me that I was his for the week-end and he
resented anything, or anyone, threatening to come
between us.

"Tired?" I asked him.

"Yeah, a bit." He made a bad pretence of yawning which
fooled no-one, least of all me.

"OK, give me five minutes and we'll go."

Mary and I finished our conversation and made
arrangements to meet for breakfast the following
morning. I was secretly glad about this as it would
get me out of cooking for the pair of us in the
morning, which is never my best time of day. Sadly,
Alex didn't put in another appearance before we left
and I walked back to the tent with Brian who was
chattering away telling me what he'd discovered about
the site.

He continued to rabbit away, talking about little
inconsequentialities until we'd got the tent ready for
the night. Carefully arranging the light and TV so's
we could both watch it, Brian closed the flap and
started to get undressed. I watched, grateful for yet
another chance to see his beautiful body as it was
gradually revealed. Even after all these months
together, I still got an erection every time I saw him
anywhere near naked. Glancing round at me, I got a
knowing grin and a mouthed `wait!' He must've had the
same thoughts as me as the growing bulge in his pants
showed.

"You do realise that the sides of the tent make a
fantastic screen, don't you?" I said.

It took Brian a good few seconds to work out what I
meant. He had positioned himself between the light and
the side of the tent, the effect of which was to throw
a perfect shadow on it. And if we could see it, then
anyone outside could. In a major state of panic he
dived across the tent and grabbed the flashlight,
turning it away from himself.

Now totally embarrassed, he glowed red as he lay on
the floor, scrambled into our sleeping bag and
struggled to remove his pants. Laughing, I striped off
myself and climbed into the double-size sleeping bag,
hugging Brian to me as I made ourselves comfortable.
Reaching over me, Brian switched the light off,
leaving the tent lit only by the dull blue glow of the
portable TV set.

"OK?" I asked as I stroked his hair.

"Yeah, fine," he replied as he pecked me on the cheek.
"A bit tired though."

It had in fact been quite a long day for both of us
and it was with some relief that we relaxed in each
others arms and stared at the TV.

I felt Brian's hand slide over and take hold of my
soft dick. He didn't move it, just waited as it
hardened under his fingers.

"Good," he whispered in my ear. "Seeing you with that
lady, I thought you were going straight on me!"

Reaching over and taking a grip of his already
hardened cock, I gave it a little shake.
"Not whilst I've got you," I replied, and kissed him
on the forehead.

"Great!" he murmured.

"She has got a son, though. Quite a good-looking one
in fact."

This, not surprisingly captured his interest. "You
ain't supposed to be boy watching without me," he
grinned, giving my dick a painful squeeze. "
`Specially the good-looking ones. What's he like?"

I described Alex to him, adding that he was probably a
couple of years younger than him, but might still be
someone for him to pal up with for the week-end.

After a little while the conversation trailed off into
a restful silence as we stared at the TV, not really
watching it, gently petting and fondling each other
tenderly. It was only when I heard a gentle snore from
him that I realised he was asleep, his head resting on
my chest. He still had an erection though, which my
fingertips were toying with. Deciding not to disturb
him by moving to switch the TV off, I left it on, put
my arms round my son and drifted off to sleep myself.



Chapter Six

I was awakened just as dawn's grey light was making
itself known by Brian licking at my nipples.

"Mmmmmmm. Morning!" I said, not really wanting to wake
up fully. "What on Earth is the time?"

"Dunno," he mumbled. " `Bout half past five I think."

"Ye Gods!" I managed to say, "No such time exists!"

"I've been awake for ages and got bored," he said
between licks.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the warm glow
spreading through my body as Brian lazily carried on,
only slightly disturbed as I felt his fingers take
hold of my rapidly growing erection.

"That's better. Now you're both awake," he giggled.

Rolling over, he stretched himself out in his
favourite position - full length on top of me,
pressing his lips against mine. Clasping my hands
behind his neck, I let his tongue in and we kissed
slowly and tenderly. This was heaven, I thought to
myself. Alone for the entire week-end with nothing to
do except enjoy each other, just as we are now. I
kissed him a bit harder and hugged him tightly.

"Mmmmm," he said into my mouth, at the same time
grinding his cock against mine.

When you're out camping, there's something very
special about the early morning. I think it's the
combination of the wonderful scent of the morning dew
and the freshness of the air - whatever it is, I find
it the most invigorating part of the day. And now, for
the very first time I was feeling those emotions with
the love of my life, who was apparently just as happy
as I was. Whatever the reason, I felt as content with
life just at that moment as I had ever done. As I
turned these thoughts over in my mind, I reminded
myself just how lucky I was and how perfect life was.

Brian must have sensed my feelings as he paused for a
second, lifted his head up and looked into my eyes.
Words at that moment were superfluous: the love we
shared flashed instantly between us and a small tear
of happiness escaped from Brian's eyes. He hugged me
tightly and kissed me, deeply and passionately.
Breathlessly, he broke the kiss and got to his knees.
Carefully he moved up my body, his legs straddling me.
Holding me by the ears, he pressed his iron-hard cock
against my lips. More than willingly, I absorbed it
and allowed him to sink it in just as far as it would
go. Hungrily I started to suck on it and stimulate it
as much as I could. We both moaned softly as we
revelled in the intensity of the sensation, my own
dick throbbing and leaking profusely in sympathy with
Brian.

Slowly, oh so very slowly, he started to move his
beautiful slim body back and forth, his eyes closed
and bottom lip clenched between his teeth. Gradually
he speeded up, and within what seemed to be just a few
seconds, I felt his dick harden and with an
uncontrolled thrust, buried himself deep into my
throat and spasmed his juices out. A guttural moan
escaped from him and with a final shudder, smoothly
pulled himself out.

As I gazed at him, I noticed four tiny flecks of blood
on his lower lip where he'd bitten himself. I wiped
the offending mess off with my finger, showed him the
bright red liquid and licked it off. Giggling slightly
with embarrassment, he moved back slightly, grasped my
dick and pointed it at his hole. With a look of sheer
animal lust he lowered himself down, my tool slipping
into its home with no effort or pain at all.

Once he'd taken it all in, he clenched his butt cheeks
together three or four times and began to ride me.
There was no panic or haste in his efforts - he'd just
cum, and what we were doing now was done for sheer
pleasure, just as he liked it. Resting his palms on my
chest he gazed steadily at me, watching my face
contort with the intense joy he was giving me. I tried
desperately to stave off the inevitable for as long as
I possibly could, but the mixture of his loving stare
and the occasional well-timed clenching of his butt
cheeks made it impossible to hold out for very long.
With a desperation borne out of sheer lust, I grabbed
his waist, forced him down as far as I could, arched
my back and ejaculated painfully and massively. Even
Brian managed to shoot out another few spurts of cum
at the same time, accompanied by a very self-satisfied
groan.

We stayed together like this for ages, simply enjoying
our closeness and bathing in the afterglow. One thing
that Brian and I never suffered from was that awful
post-coital depression people sometimes get - in fact
we both liked the empty, contended feelings we had,
knowing that once again we'd proved our love for each
other in the best possible way.

All good things must come to an end though, and after
dozing for a while, we reluctantly stirred ourselves,
dressed and made our way to the showers.

Once cleaned up and feeling more awake, we headed for
the restaurant and breakfast. As we entered the room,
I was reminded of the date I'd made with Mary and Alex
when an arm raised itself and Mary called out, "Over
here!"

Putting an arm on Brian's shoulder I guided him to the
table where they were seated. I introduced Brian to
Alex and Mary, ordered bacon and eggs from the
hovering waiter and took a sip of my coffee. Mary and
I chatted idly for a while, but I just couldn't take
my eyes off the angel by her side. Once or twice he
caught me staring at him, but such was his poise that
he just smiled gently and continued chatting with
Brian. I hoped to God that he couldn't read my mind!
Brian could though, and I received more than one kick
from him under the table, accompanied by a grin. I
almost jumped through the roof when, in confirmation
of what he knew I was thinking about, he slid his hand
under the table and rested it on my erection. That
brought me back to Earth with a bang and I became
aware of Mary talking to me.

"... and so I'll be away for the day. Should be back
about seven or eight tonight."

"Oh, err, yes." I stumbled out. "Where are you going?"
I added, hoping that she hadn't already told me.

"Colchester, to do a fashion shoot. Kids clothes." she
told me.

Thankfully, I don't think she realised that I hadn't
heard a word she'd said for the previous five minutes.

"Oh, right. Do a lot of that sort of thing?"

"Yeah, most of my work is for clothing catalogues and
advertising stuff. Not glamorous, but it pays well and
the work is steady."

Looking at Alex again, she picked up my train of
thought.

"Oh, don't worry about him," she said, nodding in his
direction. "He's used to my being away for hours at a
time. And it's safe for him here, that's one reason we
are here such a lot. Everyone knows him and there's
plenty of stuff for him to do to keep himself out of
trouble."

She turned to Alex, ruffled his mop of unruly hair and
added, "Well, usually anyway!"

Ales smiled at her, stuck his tongue out a little and
ignored the comment.

I was a bit disappointed when breakfast was drawn to a
sudden close as Mary, with a quick glance at her watch
said that she had to rush or she would be late. Giving
Alex a quick kiss on the forehead and a hurried, "See
you later, Tiger!" she was gone. I'd assumed that Alex
would go as well, but it seemed he and Brian were
getting on well together and so he stayed talking to
him. I could now give my undivided attention to the
boy without fear of it being noticed by his mother.

The boys, I quickly picked up, were planning to go
swimming a bit later, something I heartily approved of
for reasons I'd best keep to myself! I was away in my
little dream world again when once more Brian rested
his hand on my thigh to remind me where I was.

"Ok, then," Brian said lightly to his new friend,
"I'll see you in about half an hour at the pool." As
he said this, he stood up and waited for me to do the
same. The little monster knew I had a problem in the
trouser department and was thoroughly enjoying my
predicament. In something of a hurry I got out of my
seat, hurriedly turned my back on Alex and headed for
the door behind Brian.

Brian could hardly contain himself all the way back to
our tent. "You should've seen your face when I grabbed
you. I thought you'd faint!" he laughed. "You're just
a dirty old man," he giggled, hit me lightly on the
arm and ran off in front before I could retaliate.

When I arrived back at our tent, Brian was scrabbling
through his bag looking for his trunks. Once found, he
stripped off and put them on, carefully arranging his
dick so it didn't show too much. I gave him an
approving look and grinned at him. He put his arms
round me, gave me a quick kiss and whispered, "You're
right, he's a good-looker isn't he?" Again I wasn't
given the luxury of a reply as he darted out and ran
off towards the pool.

In an effort to take my mind off things, I spent the
next hour or so tidying up our temporary home before
settling down to read a book I'd bought with me. There
was no way I could concentrate on it though, and after
reading the same paragraph for the fourth time, put it
down. There was only one thing I wanted to do, and
after changing into my loose shorts, I went in search
of Brian and Alex.

They didn't take much finding as the pool was almost
empty at this time in the morning. They were playing
with a ball in the pool, throwing it to one another
and generally messing around. Finding myself a chair
in the shade, I watched them play, trying not to make
my interest in them too obvious to the few other
people around. Alex' skin was flawless (Have I said
that before? Well, it`s true!), and now he was wearing
nothing but a skimpy thong-style swimsuit I could see
even more of it. What took my breath away the most
though was the sight of the bulge it only just
covered. For a boy of his age, it seemed enormous and
more than a little provocative. My towel was quickly
placed on my lap to hide what had become all too
obvious to any passers-by.

It wasn't very long before the two boys spotted me,
and with quick wave, they climbed out of the pool and
sat down alongside me. With the greatest of
difficulty, I managed to hold a half-way sensible
conversation with them, keeping my eyes on their faces
mostly. Brian was obviously aware on my interest in
his friend, and judging by the sizeable lump in his
trunks, his mind was just as distracted as mine.

As we chatted I learned that Alex had appeared in
several catalogues, modelling clothes for his mother.
My interested was even more piqued when he went on to
say that for the most part, he modelled swimwear. Now
why wasn't I surprised at that? As he said that, he
looked straight at me and I swear he gave me a quick
wink.

"Hang on, I'll go and get some to show you," he said,
and without further ado shot off in the direction of
his home.

Once he was out of sight, Brian turned round to me and
said, "He's nice. I like him. And not just in that
way!" he grinned, nodding in the direction of my
groin.

"Well, I'm not the only one, am I?" I replied
returning the glance.

Blushing slightly, he instantly dropped his hand into
his crotch and covered his semi-erection. "Doesn't
show does it?" he gasped.

I shook my head. "No, not at all. Well, hardly anyway.
I only know because I know you."

"Thank God for that," he breathed out, relaxing a
little and re-gaining his composure.

A few moments later and Alex re-joined us carrying a
photograph album. As he put it on the table, I noticed
with some surprise that the hitherto prominent bulge
had shrunk considerably, although it was still a
good-looking size. Glancing down to where my eyes were
obviously staring, Alex grinned and said, "Oh, that! I
wear a box when I go swimming as my ... err ... bits have
a habit of dropping out of them otherwise, especially
when I get ... err ... big." This time there was no
mistaking his meaningful glance in the direction of my
own, thankfully hidden, hard on. "My mum doesn't like
me wearing that thong. Can't see why though. Can you?"
He shared a wicked grin between us which spoke
volumes, or so my over-active imagination thought.

My boner didn't get any better when he showed us his
pictures. They were obviously the ones which were
considered unsuitable for publication, at least in a
clothing catalogue!

"Your mother took these?" I gasped in amazement.

"Yeah," he giggled. "Good aren't they?"

There wasn't the slightest trace of embarrassment in
his voice; in fact he seemed very proud of them. Out
of the corner of my eye I saw Brian adjust his now
prominent boner, something Alex noticed as well, but
made no comment other than give him a knowing smile.

"She doesn't know I've got them," he whispered
conspiratorially to us. "She'd go apes-shit if she
knew. She thinks they were thrown away."

Once we'd seen the pictures and Alex had told us a bit
more about himself, I decided that I'd better change
the topic of conversation, if only to give my dick a
rest.

"Anyone want a drink?" I asked. "Coke? Seven-Up?"

"Yes, please," they chorused.

Carefully I stood up and went in search of some
refreshment, discretely arranging things so they were
less obvious.

We sat chattering for another hour or so before Brian
said he needed a toilet and asked Alex where it was.

"Over there," he replied, "Behind the changing rooms.
Come on, I'll show you."

For an instant Brian looked ecstatic, but quickly
managed to hide it and without daring to look at me
went with Alex.

Knowing him as I did, I knew exactly what he would try
and do as they relieved themselves - and I was
jealous! For an insane moment I thought of joining
them, but instantly rejected the idea as being far too
obvious a thing to do - and dangerous!

Five minutes later and they were back. All signs of
Brian's erection had gone now, much to his relief I
imagine. The only thing which threw me was a
lascivious lick of his lips directed at me as he sat
down. That could only mean one thing and I became even
more jealous.

For my own peace of mind, I decided to leave them to
carry on playing together and after grabbing a
newspaper went back to the tent, telling them that
we'd have a quick barbeque for lunch if they fancied
it, which met with their instant approval.

Somehow I managed to keep my mind away from Alex and
Brian for the next couple of hours as I read the paper
and prepared lunch, although I must admit that I did
have one or two lapses when I imagined the sorts of
things I'd like to get up to with them - and if I know
my boy, were doing now.

One o'clock arrived and two hungry boys appeared as if
by magic just as the burgers were ready. We sat and
had a very pleasant picnic-style meal which was
welcomed and enjoyed by all. Once completed, the lads
lay on the grass, sunbathing and dozing.

Throwing a bottle of sun-tan lotion at Brian, I
suggested he use it as I didn't want to look after a
sun-burned young man.

"Here, let me do it," Alex offered, taking the bottle
from Brian.

"No, it's OK, thanks, I can manage." Brian replied,
blushing slightly again.

"Don't be daft," Alex laughed, "I like doing it. Then
you can do me."

Taking care to avoid eye contact with me, Brian
reluctantly stretched out on his stomach and rested
his head on his folded arms. I watched, entranced, as
Alex smoothed the oil into his skin. Brian shuddered a
little as deft fingers worked their way firstly up and
down his back, then his arms and finally his legs. Was
I mistaken or not - was Alex spending a lot longer on
his upper thighs than he needed to? In any case Brian
wasn't complaining: if I know Brian, the last thing he
would want to do at that moment was to turn over
anyway! The thing I was definitely not mistaken about
was that Alex had sprung an erection, and what he had
said about his thong being too small when he got hard
was proved beyond doubt. His cock had slipped out to
one side of it, displaying a perfect little
uncircumcised cock-head. I stared at it, hoping that
he wouldn't put away just yet. A slight cough from
Alex made me look at his face. This time there was no
mistaking his meaning. Grinning, he nodded at his
groin as if to say `I told you so`, and carried on
massaging the oil into Brian's thigh, this time
allowing his fingers to press gently against his
balls.

Brian remained silent and uncomplaining.

"Come on, turn over," Alex said, giving Brian a gentle
slap on his butt.

"Err ... no, that's OK," he mumbled. I only want my back
done."

"Rubbish!" Alex said and with a quick flick rolled him
over before he could object.

He was definitely excited, but it was too late to do
anything about hiding it. In any case he spotted Alex'
own boner protruding entrancingly from his thong.
Brian stared at me, obviously confused.

"Go on," I said. "Let him finish the job off."

Alex straddled Brian's chest and poured a few more
drops of oil onto his hands which he then proceeded to
work into his shoulders. His erection was now only a
few tantalising inches from Brian's face. This must be
driving him nuts I thought to myself as Brian had no
choice but to look at Alex' dickhead, unable to touch
it or take into his mouth as he undoubtedly would have
loved to do. Moving my eyes downwards, I noticed a wet
spot growing on his trunks.

After what seemed an eternity, Alex gave up. "My
fingers are aching," he grinned. "Come on, it's your
turn now." Was it my over-active imagination again, or
did Alex thrust his groin into Brian's face ever so
slightly?

I think it was with some relief that Brian knelt up
and picked up the bottle.

"There's only one thing," Alex said before Brian could
start. "Would anyone mind if I took my thong off? I
like to sun-bathe without anything on if I can and in
any case, it's beginning to hurt a bit, I think I put
it on too tight."

Brian, probably incapable of speech just nodded. I
said that I didn't mind in the slightest except that
we were perhaps a little too open to public view for
him to do that.

"Oh, yeah. I'd forgotten that," Alex said
disappointedly as he looked round the field.

We were a good hundred yards from the nearest tent,
but still ....

"Why not put the wind break up?" Brian volunteered.

He was right: among all the stuff we'd brought with us
was a twelve-foot long wind-break.  The two lads
watched as I dug it out from the back of the car and
fixed it in front of them. No sooner was it in place
than Alex shrugged the tiny bit of material off and
knelt astride Brian again.

Brian and I stared, open-mouthed at the god-like
vision displaying itself to us. His body was perfect,
just perfect. He had the lissom body expected of a
12-year old boy, completely unmarked and silky-smooth
with the sort of skin that looked and felt like
olive-coloured satin. The best part of him was now
standing out absolutely horizontal - what looked like
four or four and a half inches of wonderful boyhood
flesh, sprouting out from a small fringe of
mahogany-coloured hair which served only to enhance
what was already a spectacular sight. His hairless
balls were shiny-smooth and matched his dick in their
perfection. Quite simply he was irresistible - I would
challenge even the most puritanical among us not to
crave just a few moments with those jewels in his
hands!

Alex was obviously enjoying showing himself off as he
wriggled his butt, causing his cock to wave about most
enticingly.

"That's better," he giggled, "How about you, Brian?
Wanna take yours off as well?"

"Err, no thanks," he stumbled out. "I'm OK."

I decided to help things along a bit. "Go on, Brian.
It's alright, I don't mind."

I think Brian could've killed me for saying that: he
knew he'd been cornered.

Slowly he leaned down and pushed his trunks off. I was
well accustomed to the sight of his erect dick of
course, but nevertheless my heart skipped a beat as I
stared at it once more. It was glistening with pre-cum
and standing out proudly as Alex examined it.

"Good," he said lustily. Whether that was because
Brian was now just as naked as he was or a comment
about his pride and joy was immaterial. For my part, I
was just as happy at the sight as he was.

"I think you'd better do my front first," Alex
giggled, "I don't think I could lie on my stomach just
now!"

Brian knelt astride Alex, his knees level with his
waist, their rampant dicks just a few tantalizing
inches apart, and smeared some oil on his chest.
Gently, and with immense concentration, Brian massaged
the oil into his olive-coloured skin. Alex, eyes
closed and smiling blissfully moaned as Brian settled
down to work.

I think the boys had forgotten I was there as they
immersed themselves in each other, both boys lost in
their blissfulness. It was only when Brian moved
himself down Alex' body to reach his waist that their
reverie was broken. As he slid down, his hands slipped
and forced Alex' rigidly hard cock downwards, causing
him to sit up suddenly and gasp with the unexpected
pain.

"Jesus!" Brian stuttered, "Sorry!"

"That's OK," Alex grimaced, massaging his cock. "Just
made me jump that's all. Don`t stop."

Somewhat more carefully, Brian started on Alex' groin,
studiously avoiding any contact with the erect muscle
and his balls. Moving his hands to the inner thighs,
Alex whispered, "You missed a bit. Do that as well
will you?"

Brian glanced over to me, his eyes asking the
question. I nodded, not being able to trust myself to
speak. I'd never seen such an erotic, sensual sight in
my life and my ridiculously hard dick was agreeing
with me. I worked my hand inside my shorts and
straightened it out, allowing the head to peek out
from under the waistband. Alex glanced over at me,
licked his lips and stared at it. Not for long though
as Brian's deft fingers worked their way up and down
the perfect shaft, one hand cupping his balls as he
did so. As the sensation spread through his body,
Alex' face contorted with pleasure.

"Keep going," he groaned.

All pretence of massaging was forgotten now as Brian
concentrated on the job in hand. Changing his grip, he
used just two fingers and a thumb to gently play with
Alex' cockhead, something which we both knew produced
the most intense feeling ever. Alex began to wriggle
and writhe uncontrollably under Brian's expert hand,
and it wasn't very long before he bucked his hips and
shot out a very impressive volley of cum: there wasn't
a great deal of it, but the force was tremendous, the
sparkling globules arcing high in the air and losing
themselves in the grass. Lucky grass!

It took only a few moments for Alex to come down from
his high and without uttering a word just took Brian's
raging boner in his hand and slowly began to
masturbate him. It didn't take but a couple of tugs
before Brian let out a strangled moan and a solid
stream of cum, most of which ended up on Alex' chest.

"Bloody Hell!" he said quietly, "Jesus!"

Alex just smiled happily, completely satiated and
pleased with himself.

The ability of teenagers to recuperate from such
intense orgasms never ceases to amaze me. I guess I
was the same at their age, but I don't really
remember. The only thing I knew was that their dicks
hardly softened at all: and Brian, I knew was ready
for more.
And so, it appeared was Alex.

With a wicked grin he turned to me and said, "It's
your turn now."

I didn't know what to do. I wanted the boy so badly it
hurt, but it was one thing watching those two get off
together, after all they were the same age or as near
as makes no difference, but me? I wasn't at all sure
that I should get involved.

It was Brian who solved my dilemma.

"Let's go in the tent," he said in a tone of voice
that I knew meant only one thing. "It's too risky out
here." The look he gave me said all I needed to know -
there was no way he would take `no' for an answer.

It was only the work of a few seconds to clear enough
space in the tent for all three of us to spread
ourselves out and close the flap.

I lay back grinning insanely at the boys, waiting and
wondering what would happen next.

Alex knelt beside me and pulled my T-shirt over my
head before unfastening my shorts.

"Come on," he said softly, "Take everything off."

Surprisingly I felt a little embarrassed as I did as I
was told, exchanging nervous glances with Brian who
simply sat there enjoying my discomfort.

Once naked, with my pre-cum soaked dick open to
inspection by our new partner-in-crime I began to feel
a little less uncomfortable for some reason. Alex
pressed his hands against my chest urging me to lie
back, which I willingly did. I gasped as I felt rather
than saw Alex hand wrap itself round my tool, his
delicate fingers feeling it for the first time. Out of
the corner of my eye I noticed Brian, smiling softly
at me, his hand fondling his own still rigid cock and
enjoying the spectacle just as I had a few minutes
before. As Alex wriggled around to make himself more
comfortable, Brian lay alongside me and put his arm
under my neck. Leaning over he whispered, "Relax and
enjoy it. This's good fun."

Managing a weak smile back at him, I gave up any
pretence of not wanting to get involved and began to
enjoy myself.

Brian watched Alex for a few moments as he fondled my
cock, not masturbating me so much as just playing with
it. Brian, obviously feeling a bit left out of things,
bent down and pressed his lips against mine and forced
his tongue inside my warm, wet mouth. Sensing he was
now on another high, I allowed him to do just as he
wanted. After a few moments of tongue-wrestling, he
broke away, glanced over at Alex and exchanged grins
with him. Alex, obviously enjoying himself immensely,
reached over and took Brian's cock in his spare hand
and held on to it as he started to jerk me off
seriously. For his part, Brian started to kiss me
again, moaning lewdly into my mouth, his fingers
clutching my hair tightly.

There was no way I could stave off my orgasm, even if
I wanted to. The excitement of watching the two boys
get each other off, the wonderful feeling emanating
from my groin and the passionate kisses did their
trick, and unable to stop myself, I came achingly hard
before I could warn anybody. To give him his due, Alex
barely missed a stroke, only slowing down a little to
milk every last drop of my cum out.

Only just managing to breath, I gently pushed Brian
away from me and tried to regain my composure. The two
lads settled down on either side of me, their arms
across my chest and their (still rampant!) dicks
pressing into my side.

"That was brilliant!" Alex said quietly.

"Yeah, wasn't it," Brian agreed.

I said nothing, not having anything to contribute
except to give them both a hug.

We lay there in contented silence for a few minutes
before I asked the question which had been in my mind
for some time.

"You done this sort of thing before?" I asked Alex.

For once he looked at me semi-seriously and said,
"Yeah. Well sort of anyway." Then, brightening up a
little added, "But never as a three-some!"

After a questioning look from Brian, Alex went on to
explain that he'd messed about with some of the boys
that stayed at the camp site, but nothing either very
serious or regular. It'd all started some time ago
when he was out with his mother on photo-shoots. He'd
met several men who he knew were different somehow,
and the looks he kept getting from them made him feel
sort of funny and excited at the same time. He'd never
had the chance to find out the reason though as his
mother's ever-watchful eye had stopped anything
happening. "Except," he laughed, "the occasional grope
and touching of my butt."

"I sort of liked it," he went on," And didn't stop
them, especially when Mum wasn't watching."

It transpired that Alex had enjoyed the feelings he
got so much that it wasn't long before he began to
search out other boys at the site willing to have some
fun, and there were plenty of them apparently.

"What about the men, though?" I asked curiously.

"Dunno really," he said. "I've only done it with a man
a couple of times, but I think I like it a bit more
than I do with boys. I don't know why, but it seems
better somehow. Different anyway." After a few moments
thoughtful pause, he asked, "But what about you two?
I'm surprised that you both do this sort of stuff
together."

Aware that he'd possibly asked a very awkward
question, he put his hand up to his mouth in
embarrassment and said, "Sorry! I didn't mean to be
rude or anything!"

"That's OK," I said. I gave Brian a hug and went on to
explain in brief outline a little about Brian and
myself, leaving out the bits I thought Brian wouldn't
want broadcast.

Time went by incredibly quickly as we got to know each
other better and chatted easily about a whole host of
things, getting to like each other more and more. In
what seemed like no time at all, it was getting dark
outside and the lads said they were hungry again.

"OK," I said, "Let's get cleaned up and go eat."

This time we went to the restaurant and had a proper
meal, half-way through which Mary appeared. Greeting
us all warmly, she sat next to Alex and asked if he'd
had a good day.

"Yeah, Brilliant, thanks!" he grinned. "Spent most of
it swimming and having a barbeque with Greg and
Brian."

"Good. Thanks," Mary said, looking at Brian and I.

We both blushed slightly at her, thanking the Gods
that she couldn't read our minds.

We chattered idly for another half-hour or so until
Alex and his mother wished us a goodnight and headed
off home.

"See you in the morning!" Alex beamed at us, "And
we'll do the same thing tomorrow if that's alright?"
Chapter Seven.

Brian and I sat for another half-hour or so watching
the TV and unwinding, after all it'd been a strange
day for both of us. I wasn't surprised to feel Brian
take hold of my hand under the table and squeeze it.

"Let's go back to the tent," he said. "There are too
many people here."

Agreeing with him, I stood up to leave when he added,
"Can we get a couple of beers?"

Thinking that wasn't a bad idea, I bought a chilled
six-pack from the bar and threw it across to him. He
caught it deftly, threw me a `thank you' grin and we
left.

Once in the tent Brian drew the flap closed, turned
the flashlight on and sat cross-legged on the floor in
front of me.

"What do you think of Alex?" he asked, popping the can
of beer and taking a pull at it.

"He's OK, I think," I replied carefully. "Bit sort of
promiscuous though."

"Yeah. That's what I was thinking. But he's also sort
of innocent with it as well, which I like."

This hadn't occurred to me, but on reflection, Brian
was probably right. "Do you think he does anything
else except jerk off?" I asked.

"Shouldn't think so," Brian mused. "He had plenty of
chances today, but he didn't seem to know there are
other things we could have done."

For some strange reason I was glad on Alex' behalf
that this was probably true. Completely innocent he
wasn't, but he was certainly nieve and the thought of
anyone taking advantage of such a beautiful body
wasn't a nice one.

"It's getting warm in here, isn`t it?" Brian suddenly
said, giving me a knowing look.

"Yeah, I guess it is," I smiled back. "What do you
think we should do? I could always open the flap and
let some air in."

"That wasn't what I had in mind," he leered.

"Not again!" I sighed dramatically, "Don't you ever
have enough?"

"Nope," he grinned. "Look."

He was right of course, his dick once again showing
the way his mind was working.
Leaning over, he positioned the flashlight carefully,
remembering the problem he had last night with it, and
stripped off. I watched as he wriggled and writhed in
the confines of the tent to divest himself of what few
clothes he was wearing.

"That's much better!" he said as he resumed his
cross-legged position in front of me, his erection
pointing straight up. "Come on, you as well."

Once I'd stripped off, feeling a lot cooler I must
admit, I lay back and invited Brian to join me. With a
final pull at the beer, he dropped the tin out of the
way and stretched out by my side.

"That's nice," he whispered as he cuddled up to me.
"This's what I wanted. It's the best."

Once again we rested our hands in each other's groin
and turned to face each other. I twisted round,
switched the light off and sighed happily. He was
right. We kissed lightly and enjoyed the silence and
darkness.

"I wish this could go on for ever and ever and ever,"
Brian murmured dreamily as he played with my cock. "It
will, won't it?" he added, suddenly very serious.

"Yeas, of course it will," I told him, "At least until
we're both grey-haired very old men."

"I don't ever want to grow up then," he said.

We kissed again, this time more passionately.

As we kissed, our hands explored each other, letting
our fingers wander where they willed, for what must
have been the thousandth time taking simple pleasure
in each other's proximity. It was with no little
surprise that I suddenly felt Brian's body shudder and
tremble and he orgasmed violently, spewing his cum
stickily between us.

Brian was as taken as aback as I was as he suddenly
broke our kiss and stared at the gooey mess in
amazement.

"Christ!" he said in awe, "Never done that before, no
one was even touching it!"

Chuckling at his shock, I told him that it sometimes
happens, especially when you are as highly aroused as
he was and you're with someone special.

"Oh. Sort of like a wet dream but you're awake.
Awesome!" he laughed. "Let's see if I can do it
again!"

He fell on top of me, thrust his tongue in my mouth
and moaned happily.

We kissed and messed around for a few more minutes
when Brian raised himself up on his knees and looked
at me, his love shining out of his eyes. I was
wondering when he'd planned next when he slid his
knees alongside my chest and thrust his hips towards
me, his leaking dick just millimetres from my lips.

Opening my mouth I grasped his waist and eased his
cock to the back of my mouth, closing my lips around
his gorgeous member. I let it rest there as I savoured
the deliciousness that was Brian. It was he who
started to rock backwards and forwards first, his
hands gently holding my head as he did so. Managing to
work my tongue inside his foreskin, I licked
everywhere I could, eliciting ecstatic moans from him.

"Oh God! Don't stop!" he groaned, "That's fantastic!"

Thus encouraged I did my very best to please him,
ignoring the dull ache from my tongue. In and out he
slid, pressing his dickhead against my throat one
instant and then pulling back until it rested against
my lips. In and out he continued, in and out, in and
out ...

We were both in a different world, lost in the
deliciousness of each other, revelling in every little
movement, until ...

"Cumming ..." he shouted quietly.

And before either of us had the time to do anything, I
felt the hot globules of his com being jetted down my
throat, much to my intense pleasure. Hungrily I
devoured each one as if it were manna from Heaven, and
even when I'd absorbed his last, still kept sucking as
if my life depended on it. And now it was my turn: my
back arched up, my dick throbbed mightily and I
ejaculated my own contribution to the party all down
Brian's back, causing him to thrust his dick down my
throat one last time.

Realising what had happen, he rolled off me and onto
his side, giggling as he swiped some of my cum onto
his fingers and showing it to me.

"See. It happens to you as well!" he laughed, "I'm not
the only one!"

Playfully I hugged him to me and kissed him once more.

"Show how much I love you," I said.

"Yeah. Me too," he sighed as he rested his head on my
chest, stuck his thumb in his mouth and closed his
eyes.

I lay gazing at him as he dozed, thanking my lucky
stars yet again.

********

The sun was well up when we were both awakened by a
cry from outside the tent:

"Hello? You up yet?" the unmistakeable voice of Alex
said. "Come on, wake up!"

Sometime during the night either Brian or I had
wrapped a sleeping bag round us, and in his
half-asleep state, Brian untangled himself from it,
leaned over and unzipped the flap then collapsed in a
heap on my chest.

Alex crawled inside and sat on the floor grinning at
us.

"What time is it?" I mumbled.

" `Bout seven o'clock," he replied. "Mum's still in
bed so I left her a note telling I was coming to see
if Brian wanted to come for a swim."

"What now?" Brian said, now more awake.

"Yeah. But ..."

As he paused, I realised that Brian and I were still
completely naked and he was staring at us, obviously
enjoying the sight.

Slightly embarrassed I pulled the bag over us and
half-smiled at him.

Shrugging his shoulders in disappointment, Alex
reached behind him and grabbed a paper bag.

"Breakfast!" he said, tearing the bag open.

"Chips!" I moaned. "For breakfast!"

"Yeah. It's the only take-away I could get from the
café," he said, taking a handful.

"Brilliant!" Brian grinned and helped himself.

"Boys!" I thought to myself.

Pushing them out of the way, I threw on a pair of
shorts and put some water on to boil. Tea was what I
wanted - they could keep the chips. I sat outside in
the fresh air, half-listening to them chattering
behind me. I made three cups, handed two of them into
the tent and sat down again, letting my mind go blank
as I tried to wake up properly.

It wasn't long before the lads appeared, fed and
watered and wide awake, much more so than I was.

"Going for a swim," Brian said. "See you later." He
bent over, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and ran
off towards the pool with Alex.

After I'd had some breakfast and tidied up as much as
I could, I wandered off to explore the site, something
I'd not yet done. As I wandered around, I couldn't
help but notice that most of it seemed fairly new:
certainly the club house, restaurant and office
complex were. The site was divided into three parts:
one area for permanent cabin-type chalets, another
area for semi-permanent caravans and the third part,
where we were being reserved for `overnight' or short
term campers. It was well-presented, clean and tidy,
and well maintained. As I found myself in the
cafeteria area I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat by
the pool-side idly watching the kids playing in the
water and reading the newspaper. Brian and Alex
weren't around, so I assumed they'd gone off exploring
elsewhere. This didn't disturb me in the slightest, in
fact I was pleased that Brian had found someone to
mess around with as I felt he needed the company of
other boys. One of the slight worries at the back of
my mind was that Brian and I were spending a lot of
time together these days and whilst I appreciated the
fact that we needed each other and enjoyed our life
together, we also needed some time to ourselves. Apart
from swimming, Brian had no real hobbies and in odd
moments I tried to think of something to occupy his
mind, preferably something which would get him out to
meet other people of his own age.

I was turning these thoughts over in my mind when out
of nowhere, they appeared. Both were sweating
profusely, covered in dirt and looking definitely
dishevelled.

"Been in the woods exploring," Brian said by way of
explanation. "There's a fantastic wood over there,
with a river running through it and everything. It's
brilliant."

"It's part of the old farm," Alex explained. "This
used to be a farm until a few years ago but the farmer
turned it into a camp site. There's an old barn near
the woods full of old tractors and things. We've been
playing in there."


Unusually they didn't want anything to eat or drink
and after a few minutes conversation decided they
wanted to clean themselves up.

"Let's go to the showers," Alex suggested. They're
only across the other side of the pool."

Nodding agreement, Brian flashed me a grin and ran off
with Alex.

They were gone for about half an hour - in fact I
thought I'd missed them coming out of the showers and
they'd gone to do some more exploring. They hadn't
though, in fact I caught sight of them out of the
corner of my eye as they emerged, arms on each other's
shoulders and laughing. This time, when they re-joined
me, the offer of a drink was taken up and I gave them
some coins to go and get themselves one.

Once settled down again, they were still giggling at
some secret joke between them and when I asked what
they found so funny, Brian just said, "We've been boy
watching in they showers!"

"Perving more like!" Alex added.

I raised an eyebrow in mock consternation, to which
Brian looked at Alex and said, "He's just jealous.
Ignore him." This was accompanied by one of his
irrepressible grins.

The two lads were in one of those silly moods which
meant there was no chance of a serious conversation,
which I didn't want anyway: I hadn't seen Brian in
such a silly mood for ages and I was honestly pleased
to see it. It made me feel better too.

Much as I was enjoying their company and would gladly
have spent the rest of the day in the company of the
two best-looking boys on the site, it wasn't fair of
me to expect them to feel the same. In any case, they
were fidgeting in their seats, obviously keen to go
off and enjoy themselves.

"By the way, Mum says she'll fix us lunch today. Do
you want to join come?"

After a moment's thought, I agreed that this would be
a good idea - at least I would get to spend some more
time with them and save me doing something as well.

"Yes, OK, I'd like that," I said.

"Great," Alex said, "I'll go and find out what time."
Then, after a slight pause, he added, "You won't say
anything about, you know, err, yesterday, will you?"

"What? Just giving you a barbeque? Nothing else
happened did it?" I said as seriously as I could. "I
think she should be told, after all you might be
vegetarian for all I know."

He found this amusing, and gave me a playful punch on
the arm and a happy smile which sealed our secret.

"I'll wait here for you," Brian said as Alex stood up.


Once he'd gone, Brian moved a little closer and put
his arm on my shoulder. "He's OK. I think I like him,"
he said. "Guitars!!" he added with a broad grin.

"Good!" I said, ruffling his hair, "I'm glad for you.
He seems to be a nice lad."

"Yeah. And before you ask, we haven't done anything.
At least not what you're thinking!"

"I wasn't thinking anything," I lied. "In any case I
don't mind if you do."

"Liar!" he laughed, and leaning over whispered in my
ear, "But if we do, I'll save some for you later!"

We sat in comfortable silence until Alex returned and
told us that lunch would be at about two o'clock as
his mother was developing and printing the pictures
she'd taken yesterday.

"Fine, I'll meet you both here about quarter to then."

"OK," they said in unison as they scooted off heaven
knows where.

While they were gone, I ambled round the camp site by
myself, exploring and getting to know it better, as
much for the exercise as anything else. We were lucky
in finding this place, I thought to myself, especially
as we'd picked it out more or less at random. The
place was good, and made even better by the presence
of Alex - from both mine and Brian's point of view.

One thing I discovered was that the
restaurant/clubhouse turned into a sort of nightclub
on Saturday nights and tonight they had a sort of
cabaret show, aimed at the family-end of the market,
with a pop band and comedian. I thought that Brian
might like to see it and stored the idea at the back
of my mind to ask him later.

Lunch was a simple affair - just a cheese salad
affair, but welcome none-the-less. The two lads,
myself and Mary had a pleasant hour or so dining al
fresco. When the meal was finished, the boys once
again went off on their own, leaving Mary and I
whiling the time away over a cup of coffee.

We talked mainly about the trials and tribulations of
being single parents of lively boys and exchanged a
few laughs about some of the problems they can create.
On a more serious note, she made a comment or two
about Alex' seeming predilection for the company of
the gay men she came across - in fact she said that
was the main reason she'd stopped taking him on photo
shoots quite so often. I think she was asking for some
sort of guidance as to how to handle the situation,
bearing in mind his tender years and lack of a man in
his life. For my part, and prefacing my remarks by
reminding her that I was a teacher, I tried to explain
that at his age, he was naturally curious about sex
and that given his circumstances, he like most boys
found it easier to relate to men and other boys rather
than girls or women. I also remembered the titles of a
couple of books written for single mothers with
pubescent boys to look after - she seemed grateful for
the information and wrote the titles down.

"It's not easy to talk to him about these things," she
said wistfully. "I know he's sexually active, but it's
not the sort of thing I can talk to him about."

This last phrase threw me a bit - I wondered what she
meant by `sexually active' and became uncomfortably
aware of our activities of the day before. How much
did she know about him? Biting the bullet, I asked her
what she meant.

"Oh, little things like stains on his underwear and on
the bed sheets. I've also heard him masturbating in
bed once or twice."

Taking a thoughtful sip of my coffee, I explained that
once again, it is perfectly normal for lads to
masturbate, in fact there would be something wrong if
they didn't.

"And more than that," I went on to say, hoping to
cover all bases, "He will also do it with other boys
at some stage, if he hasn`t already."

She seemed relived to hear this and visibly relaxed.
"So its not unusual then, or something I should worry
about too much?"

"No, not really. Unless it becomes a problem that is."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, with some boys it becomes a sort of over-riding
passion to the extent that it affects their schoolwork
and social life." I paused slightly, and added, "But
in the short time I've known Alex, I doubt very much
if that is a problem for him."

"Oh, good." she sighed. "Not that I'd mind if he did
turn out to be gay I don't suppose. I wouldn't be
happy, but I know enough gay men to know that he'd be
alright."

I wasn't sure what she meant by this last statement,
but decided to let it go and changed the subject to
something a little less serious.

"Are you going to the show in the clubhouse tonight?"
I asked.

"Yes, I think we will. They are usually quite good.
Are you going?"

"Probably. It depends on Brian a bit, I'm not sure if
he would want to go, I haven't asked him yet. Talking
of which,"  I said, glancing at my watch, "I'd better
get back and sort things out."

We parted company after I agreed to let her know if we
were going to the club and what time we'd meet up.


Chapter Eight.

When I got back to the tent, there were clear signs
that the boys had been there - empty Coke tins and
sweet packets were a dead give-away! I leaned down and
unzipped the flap and stared at the sight in front of
me. Brian and Alex were in there, naked as the day
they were born and deeply engrossed in giving each
other hand-jobs! They stopped: panic and acute
embarrassment showing in their faces.

"Oh, fu-- Shit!" Brian burst out, his face burning a
bright red.

Alex was similarly shocked, but said nothing.

My first reaction was to be angry with them, but I
didn't know why. The feeling soon went however, to be
replaced by amusement. Moving fully into the tent, I
carefully fastened it behind me and sat cross-legged
looking at them.

Alex was the first to recover. "Sorry," he said, "But
we didn't know you were coming back just yet. We were
just ..." his voice trailed off.

"Don't panic! I know what you were doing." I laughed,
"I don't mind really, it was just the surprise of
finding you here, I didn't think you were around."

Brian sighed in relief and took his hand away from
Alex' now very soft dick.

"Sorry!" he said, "I guess we should've left you a
note outside or something!"

The lads made a move to get themselves dressed, but
the rigid rod in my shorts told me that I would much
prefer it if they didn't. I looked at Brian and shook
my head ever so slightly, hoping that he would pick up
my signal. Grinning slightly, he dropped his T-shirt
back on the floor and gave a quick glance to Alex who
by now had realised what was happening. They both
looked back at me expectantly. This bit I hadn't
bargained for, but now I didn't really have a choice.
I stripped off, getting just as naked as they were.

"That's better!" Alex beamed, "Now we're all the
same." His dick, I noticed was hardening again as he
stared at my own erection. "Come on, join us," he
added. "This's fun!"

I didn't need a second invitation and lay alongside
him, thus putting him in the middle, sandwiched
between Brian and myself.

"Go on," I whispered, "Carry on what you were doing."
I gently pushed Alex over onto his side so he was
facing Brian. Leaning over, I kissed Alex on the
shoulder and ran my fingers down his back. He shivered
deliciously, giggled and took hold of Brian's cock.

I was more than content to watch them play with each
other, and added my own contribution by stroking and
petting them both equally as they enjoyed themselves.
I couldn't resist Alex' soft, silky skin and as well
as stroking it, kissed him lightly around his neck and
shoulders, savouring the taste. He too seemed to like
it as he began to purr like a cat. My dick was leaking
copiously by now, and begging for some relief.
Experimentally I slid it down Alex' back and along his
ass crack. I thought for one brief second of trying to
enter him, but quickly dismissed the thought as he was
as far as I knew still a virgin, and in any case Brian
was there as well and I don't think he'd be too
impressed! Instead I pushed my cock between Alex' legs
and was delighted to feel him tighten his thighs and
grip my turgid cock as hard as he could. He moaned in
ecstasy and began to work his hips backwards and
forwards slightly.

"Jeez!" he groaned, "That feels good. Don`t stop!"

I couldn't see Brian's face from where I was, but I
felt his hand brush my cheek and a playful finger
slipped into my mouth. I sucked on that, and reached
over to rest my hand on his butt.

It was heavenly. The three of us were oblivious to
everything except the wonderful sensations coursing
through our bodies. Hands, tongues and feet, were
writhing and wriggling in pure lustful enjoyment.

"Wait!" Alex gasped, "Wait. I don't wanna cum just
yet, this's too much fun."

Breaking his hold on Brian, he turned over and faced
me, beaming brightly, his face suffused with pleasure.

"Here," he said, reaching over to slide Brian's dick
between his legs to where mine had been just a few
seconds before. "And here," he went on, taking Brian's
hand and putting it back on his throbbing cock.
"Aaahhh!" he moaned, "That's good."

As Brian set to work, masturbating Alex and sliding
his cock between his thighs, Alex took my own tool in
his small hand and slowly started to jerk me off,
alternating his gaze between my cock and my face. He
leaned his head forwards - I thought he was going to
rest it on my chest, but to my utter astonishment
leaned in and kissed me quickly on the lips. It was
over before I knew it and I found myself staring into
his eyes. There was a slight look of alarm in his
eyes: I think he'd surprised even himself. Smiling
back at him, I mouthed a `Thanks!' and kissed him
back, mouth closed.

The relief showed on his face as the impish grin
returned. I would have loved to kiss him properly:
again and again and again ... But this wasn't the time
or the place and once more I was left with a vague
feeling of frustration.

The spell we'd woven around ourselves was suddenly
broken when Alex closed his eyes tightly and
whimpered, "I'm coming..."

Before he could get the words out, his slender frame
shuddered and shook violently as he shot his load of
boiling sperm onto my chest. This was followed almost
instantly by a muted scream from Brian as he too
orgasmed, his greater volume depositing itself all
over my thighs and balls. This was all too much for
me: as Alex, in the throes of his passion, tightened
his grip on my own cock, I too added my donation, this
time my spunk shooting out hard and high, leaving a
perfectly straight line from Alex' chin down to his
navel.
In unison, we embraced each other tightly, our breaths
laboured and painful. We each turned over and lay on
our backs, concentrating on getting our brains back in
gear.

"That was the best ever!" Alex said dreamily, "Just
the best ever!" In a typical childish move he leaned
over, and with still closed, gave both Brian and I
each a quick peck on the lips.

"Thanks!" he murmured.

Brian and I grinned at each other and simultaneously
kissed him back on the cheeks.

Once we'd recovered slightly, we idly fondled each
other, perfectly comfortable with each other and
thoroughly enjoying the closeness and camaraderie of
the moment.

"You want to go to the show in the clubhouse tonight?"
I asked Brian as I ran my fingers down Alex' chest,
enjoying his ticklish wriggling as I did so.

"Yeah, if you like," he replied. His mind was
obviously elsewhere as I noticed Alex' stroking his
cock gently. Suddenly opening his eyes he dug Alex in
the ribs and said, "Hey! I've had an idea. Wanna sleep
here with us tonight?"

Alex thought for a moment, then flashing what was by
now his trade-mark grin, said that he thought it was a
brilliant idea. So did I.

"What about your mum?" I asked.

"No probs. She'd probably enjoy the peace and quiet,"
he giggled. "I'll ask her when I get back."

We chatted on for another half an hour or so before
Alex decided that it was about time he went home.
Reluctantly we unwrapped ourselves from each other and
helped Alex search for his clothes and get dressed.
Brian and I watched, enjoying the show but somehow
regretting every second more of his flesh was being
covered. Neither of us made a move to dress ourselves.

"Gotta go," Alex said sadly as he unzipped the tent.
"See you later." and with a last wriggle of his butt,
he was gone.

Brian slid closer and wrapped his arms round me,
pulling me tightly to him and giving me a kiss.

"I like him." he whispered. "He's fun."

"Rubbish! I smiled, "It's only his body you like."

He had the grace to blush slightly before he
continued, "No, it's not that - well not exactly
anyway, but I like him as a person."

"Yeah, I see what you mean. I think he's OK too."

And that was enough conversation for us as his kisses
got more passionate and his dick pressed urgently into
my groin.

"Not again!" I said, taking hold of it and giving it a
gentle shake. "It's not been soft from the minute we
arrived!"

"Told you!" He answered, " I said on the way down that
it was going to get a lot of exercise this week-end."

"Yeah, but not quite as much as it's had," I laughed.

"No. Well. I `spose you're right," he said, "And
talking of which ..."

He moved over and stretched out on top of me, rested
on his elbows either side of my head and we got down
to some serious TLC. It wasn't very long before he sat
up, smiled gently into my eyes and pressed his wet and
shiny cockhead against my lips. Willingly, I accepted
the offering and absorbed it into my mouth, grateful
once more for a taste of him.

He started to slide himself in and out of my moist
mouth, my tongue lapping up every little drop of his
pre-cum. Automatically I started to move my head in
rhythm with him, but a firm pressure from his hands on
my heads and a guttural, "No, let me do it," soon
stopped me. I lay back as much as I could and let
Brian do all the work.

Showing more restraint that I could have done, he
rocked back and forth, using every last millimetre of
his cock to extract the maximum pleasure. Eyes closed,
his bottom lip gripped between his teeth, Brian was in
boy-heaven. Sensing his need, I simply rested my hands
on his hips and held him lightly.

He was completely silent as he satisfied himself (and
me!) slowly and deliberately, extracting every last
ounce of pleasure.

"Coming!" he eventually gasped, " I'm ..."

With a passionate thrust, he buried himself as deep as
he could and jettisoned a load of his wonderful cum
into my throat. Despite this being his second or third
orgasm of the day, he managed to produce quite a
respectable load which I devoured eagerly.

Once drained, he slipped out of me, rested his
forehead on mine and gazed once more into my eyes.

"Love you," he mouthed, his voice quaking with
emotion.

"Me too," I whispered as I gave him a hug.

We dozed in our embrace, allowing our bodies to meld
together and regain some strength after what had been
quite an exhausting afternoon.


Chapter Nine.

The show finished at about half-past ten and the two
lads, Mary and I were sat at the bar having a
night-cap and gossiping when Brian stretched his arms
up in the air and gave a very dramatic stage-yawn.
"I'm tired," he said looking between Alex and I, his
meaning more than obvious.

"So am I," Alex agreed, managing for once to suppress
his grin.

"Tell you what," Mary said, looking at me intently,
"Why don't you stay at my place tonight and let the
boys have the tent to themselves?"

Brian's face froze, his mouth open and an almost
frantic look in his eyes. Whether Mary wanted to give
the boys a chance to be alone for the night, or (more
likely) she wanted to take advantage of the situation
and have a partner herself for the night I don't know.
The only thing of which I was certain was that I
didn't want to know. I had been looking forward with
just as much impatience as the lads for the evening to
draw to a close, and to whatever was on offer
afterwards. My hitherto semi-hard cock suddenly
shrivelled and retreated into my groin as far and as
fast as it could. Attractive as she was, the last
thing that I wanted or needed was female company
tonight - or any night for that matter. But what to
do? How could I get out of this dilemma?

I glance at Brian in desperation, hoping he could come
up with an idea to extract me from this awful
predicament, but all I got was a blank stare like a
scared rabbit caught in a car's headlights. Mary was
sipping at her drink, gazing at me expectantly over
the top of it.

"Err," I stumbled out, not having a clue what I was
going to say, "I ... err ... would love to but," I took a
deep breath. "I can't be too far from Brian at night.
He suffers from Asthma, especially at night, and I
need to be fairly close by."

Whether she believed me or not, I don't know and to be
honest, I didn't really care. There was only a slight
pause as she took another sip of her drink.

"Oh, OK, then. I just thought ..." The sentence was
left hanging.

From then on, the conversation died and shortly
afterwards the party broke up after arranging to meet
at Breakfast the following day.

Once away from the clubhouse and in the comforting
darkness of the night, Brian slipped his hand into
mine and gave me a squeeze. I looked at him and raised
half a smile.

I'm sure he wanted to ask a million questions, but the
presence of Alex walking by his side prevented him
from asking what he really wanted to know.

"That was a lucky escape," he said quietly in my ear.

I nodded in agreement.

I was thinking about Mary as we walked back, and in
particular what she thought about my refusal to join
her for the night. I sincerely hoped that she didn't
guess my real reason for refusing her offer in that I
much preferred the company of her son (and my own!),
especially overnight. I knew that she was aware Alex
was sexually active, but quite how active he was I
earnestly hoped she hadn't guessed. Then it occurred
to me that she just might decide to come and check on
her offspring a bit later on and that made me shiver.
Christ - I was glad I'd thought of that!

Once we were ensconced in our tent, I voiced my
concerns to the boys, who were obviously as keen as I
was to get things going.

"We'd better be a bit careful," I said as I put some
water on to boil. "Your mother might just come and
check on you," I added looking at Alex.

His face clouded over for a second as he contemplated
the idea.

"Yeah," he eventually said, "I think you might be
right. It'd be just like her."
"Let's make a drink, get into our sleeping bags and
have a game of Monopoly," Brian suggested. "That way
if she does come, then we're doing something."

That seemed like a good idea and so within a few
minutes we were wrapped up in our bags, cups of hot
chocolate in our hands and starting the game.

In fact we actually enjoyed it and were taking it
quite seriously when we were suddenly disturbed by a
female voice outside. "Alex?" we heard Mary call out.
"Alex, you there?"

Alex blushed a little, mouthed a quiet "Fuck it!" to
himself and crawled to the tent flap, still in his
sleeping bag. When opened, it revealed a smiling Mary
crouching on her knees, peering around the tent taking
everything in.

"I brought over your clean clothes for the morning,"
she said, managing a smile and obviously relieved to
see what we were doing, or rather not doing!

"Thanks, mum," Alex said taking the bundle from here.
"We're just having a game and then going to sleep."

"Good," she replied flashing a relieved grin to us.
"I'll see you all in the morning then. Goodnight."

Alex let out a long breath as he re-sealed the tent
and wormed his way back, putting Brian in the middle
of us. "That was lucky," he said, "It's a good thing
you thought of that, Greg."

I too was pleased that I had.

The game was continued for another few minutes, but
neither boy was concentrating on it, their minds were
definitely elsewhere. "I've had enough of this," Brian
said, "Let's turn the light out."

We all knew what he meant and with some relief, not to
say excitement, we quickly packed the Monopoly away,
struggled out of our sleeping bags and doused the
light.

"That's better!" Alex giggled as his hands searched
for our dicks in the gloom.

It was a bit awkward for me to caress Alex as much as
I wanted too, but somehow I managed to reach over
Brian and run my fingers up and down his chest,
occasionally brushing my fingers against Brian's hand
which was toying with Alex' beautiful erection.

It was Brian who surprised me next. I could tell by
the noises he was making, and his iron-hard leaking
boner that he was feeling particularly horny tonight.
I wished for a split second that Alex' wasn't here
with us as I knew just what he wanted to do, but with
a third person present, there was no way: at least I
thought so until Brian turned over to face Alex.

"You ever do anything else?" Brian whispered into
Alex' ear.

"Like what?" I heard him answer.

"This," Brian laughed and swiftly bent over and took
Alex' dick into his mouth.

Alex' eyes flashed wide open at the suddenness of it,
and his mouth fell open. He stared at me, the shock
soon giving way to a broad grin.

"Oh, wow!" he gasped. "Bloody Hell!"

Brian paused for a second, leered up at Alex and said,
"Like it?"

"Oh, yeah," he gasped, "Do it some more."

I watched as Brian started again, knowing that with
all the experience he'd had, Alex' was getting a blow
job to end all blow jobs. Alex, for his part was
ecstatic. He was wriggling and writhing around like a
thing possessed, his eyes rolling and his fists
clenched. "Oh, Oh, Oh!" was all he could manage to
utter.

After a few minutes, Brian raised his head and told
Alex' to turn round. Curious as to what was going to
happen next, Alex did as he was asked. Brian pressed
his cock against Alex' lips, who immediately grasped
the idea and slightly nervously allowed him to slide
his dick into his mouth.

"That's great," Brian moaned, "Keep doing it just like
that."

I watched, thoroughly enjoying the action, my own dick
now oozing a never-ending stream of pre-cum. Gently I
took hold of it and slipped it between Brian's legs.

"Mmmmm," I heard Brian moan in pleasure as he
tightened his thighs.

Slowly I began to thrust in and out, not daring to go
too quickly as I was very close to cumming. I was
kissing Brian on the nape of his neck when I felt his
hand on my cock and gently push it back. Then he took
me completely by surprise. He pointed my cockhead at
his love tunnel and pushed back. I was hesitant at
first, not at all sure that I should be doing this
with Alex' present, but lust took over and I pushed
myself in, slowly and carefully.

"Oh, yeah," Brian muttered. "That's good!"

Alex, curious as to what Brian was talking about
lifted himself up, saw what we were doing and gasped.
"Wow!" was all he could manage to say.

"Shut up!" Brian said happily, "And get back to what
you were doing!"

It was the work of only a few seconds before I felt my
balls begin to tingle and my spunk start its journey.
I gave a couple of deep thrusts to let Brian know I
was about to cum and got a moan in reply.
Simultaneously, we heard Alex almost scream out, "I'm
gonna shoot ..." And with that he shuddered and
jettisoned his youthful load into Brian's mouth, his
tiny body as taught as a bowstring.

"Aaaaahhhh," he sighed as he slipped his only slightly
softened dick from Brian's mouth.

Just as I heard this, I spasmed, rammed myself as hard
into Brian as far and as hard as I could and had the
most massive cum I'd had in ages, groaning and
grunting with the effort. Alex watched, fascinated as
both Brian and I trembled with the passion and
exertion.

"Oh, wow," Alex whispered, "I never thought, never
knew ... Oh, wow!"

His cock was now as stiff as ever it was and he
fondled it as I slowly withdrew from Brian.

"Sorry!" Brian said to Alex, "Sorry. We shouldn't have
done that with you here, but I got a bit carried
away." He even had the grace to blush slightly in his
embarrassment.

" `S OK," Alex said, his voice full of awe. "I've
never seen it done before. What's it like? Doesn't it
hurt?"

"Naah," he replied. "It's OK. We like it anyway!" He
giggled nervously, still not over his embarrassment.

Alex paused for a moment before saying, "You haven't
cum yet. Will you do that to me?"

"What?" Brian said, not entirely sure what Alex meant.

"You know, what you and Greg just did." Alex looked
almost pleadingly at Brian, who in his turn alternated
his gaze between me and Alex, his face a mixture of
confusion and lust.

He wanted some guidance from me I guessed, fully aware
of our understanding about having sex with anyone
else. I shrugged my shoulders, grinning at him,
leaving him to make his own mind up. In all honesty,
and despite our agreement, I was hoping fervently that
he would agree to Alex' plea. The thought of those two
coupling was almost too much for me to bear and my
dick gave a twitch as if seconding my thoughts.

Brian saw this too, and with a slight smile on his
lips, started at me. I nodded slightly at him, giving
him the go-ahead. The somewhat tense atmosphere Alex
had created dissipated as Brian searched in his bag
for the baby oil.

"You sure?" Brian asked one more time as he held the
bottle.

Alex just nodded, his familiar grin now spread over
his face.

"OK, Lay on your back and put your legs on my
shoulders."

I rested my hand in my groin, gently fingers myself as
I watched them arrange themselves. Both boys were
nervous, and showed it. Alex because he wasn't at all
sure what to expect, and Brian because I was there I
think.

My dick got even harder as I watched Brian smear the
oil on his solidly erect cock, something I'd done many
times for him, and still found it supremely erotic. I
almost offered to do it for him, but thought better of
it - mainly because I didn't was to disturb them. I
felt even more aroused when he lubed up Alex, ensuring
that a copious amount of oil was spread both inside
and outside his target.

"Try to relax if you can," Brian said as he placed his
now leaking cock against Alex, hole. "It might hurt a
bit at first, but then it'll go."

Alex took a deep breath and watched as Brian held his
dick in place and pushed forward a little. "Try to
make it open," Brian whispered.

For a second, Alex closed his eyes, his face screwed
up with the effort. With a little extra pressure, I
watched as Brian's cockhead suddenly disappeared
inside. Alex grunted and his eyes shot wide open,
accompanied by a loud "Ouch!"

Brian stopped and looked at his partner, waiting for
the pain to subside. "OK?" he asked as Alex got over
the shock.

"Mmm," he answered, "That hurt, but it's OK now. Go
on."

Brian did, forcing himself all the way down in one
slow move. "That's it. It's all in now."

"Feels ... Feels ... Good!" Alex grinned. "It feels
huge!"

Brian laughed slightly and pulled back just as slowly
as he'd entered, then paused and pushed in again. Half
a dozen times he did this, watching Alex' face
closely. Once he'd got accustomed to the unfamiliar
sensation, Alex put his hands on Brian's chest and
rubbed his nipples with his palms. "Oh, wow!" he
mumbled, "That's fantastic!"

Still keeping up his slow, steady pace, Brian
concentrated on giving Alex as much pleasure as he
could, making sure he found his prostate on each
stroke. Now fully used to the sensation, Alex started
to wriggle and writhe on the floor as his small body
was flooded with the most intense delight he'd ever
known, his soft moans and groans filling the tent.
Still Brian maintained his pace - how I've no idea,
there was no way I could have done this in the same
situation!

The, without any warning, Alex jerked his back up,
emitted another louder groan and ejaculated fiercely,
his juices arcing high up in the air, most of which
landed on his face and chest. That sent Brian over the
edge, as with four or five deep, hard thrusts he too
orgasmed, depositing his load of boiling love-juice
deep into Alex' bowels.

The boys rested, grinning madly at each other, their
bodies covered in a thin sheen of glistening sweat,
their breaths coming in short sharp gasps.

"That was bloody marvellous!" Alex whispered.
"Fantastic!"

Gently, Brian withdrew his now semi-hard cock and
collapsed alongside his companion.

"Liked it then?" he smiled.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah!" Alex replied, leaning over and
giving Brian a kiss on the cheek. "And I even came
again," he added smearing up a drop of his precious
liquid on his finger. "Look!"

Brian licked the globule off his finger and kissed
Alex back. "You weren't the only one to cum again," he
added, nodding significantly in my direction. Looking
down at myself, I discovered that I too had cum, and I
didn't even know it!

Chuckling to ourselves we had a giant hug, sharing
kisses and touches. Slowly we calmed down and within a
few minutes were all in a much-needed sleep.



Chapter Ten.

I woke up two or three times during the night to find
Brian snuggled up against me, his arms round my chest.
Alex was curled up foetally somewhere at the back of
him.

The third time I awoke, I glanced at my watch and
realised with a start that it was well after seven in
the morning - it wouldn't be all that long before Mary
would be expecting us for breakfast and we had a fair
bit of tidying up to be done, not least ourselves!
Before moving, I glanced at the two sleeping boys.
Brian was still nestled against my side, his
early-morning boner pressing against my thigh. Alex
too was sporting wood, and laid out flat on his back
as he was, I had the best ever sight to wake up to. I
stared at it, watching as it throbbed slowly in time
with his heartbeat. It was difficult to imagine that
the angelic-looking cherub sleeping so peacefully had
just a few hours earlier been enjoying one of the
steamiest sex sessions I'd ever had. My own hard-on
stirred against Brian, which brought me back to Earth.
Glancing down at him, I felt that familiar surge of
love for him: Alex might be good looking, and be good
company, but there was no way he could compare with my
Brian. Tenderly I ran my fingers through his hair and
round his face, relaxed and handsome in his sleep.
Unable to resist, I leaned over and kissed him softly
on the lips, not wishing to wake him just yet. He
stirred slightly and half-opened his eyes, staring at
me blearily.

"Mornin'" he mumbled, closing his eyes again.

"Morning," I whispered.

"Mmmm," he muttered, snuggling up even closer.

Gradually he awoke, his eyes blinking in the early
morning light. Lazily he looked at me, smiled, gave me
a squeeze and yawned cavernously. He looked puzzled
for a second and twisted round to find Alex still
curled up behind him. He smiled softly and whispered,
"I half thought it was a dream."

"Depends what you were thinking!" I replied quietly.
"But it probably wasn't a dream. We did most things
last night - or at least you and he did!"

He didn't answer this, just that enigmatic half-smile
of his. "I don't suppose ..." he said, taking hold of
my so far flaccid cock.

"Mmmm, I'd love to, but ..." I nodded in the direction
of Alex.

Brian looked saddened slightly, but still continued to
stroke my now hardening dick. Ignoring his
ministrations, I whispered, "And in any case it's
almost breakfast time and I wouldn't be surprised if
his mother came to collect us.

This brought him fully awake with a start and a little
yelp, "Christ!"

Giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, he said, "Later
then." and turned to face Alex.

Wrapping his hand round the vertical rod that Alex was
sporting, he slowly stroked it until it firmed up even
more. Alex stirred, smiled in his sleep and moaned.
Taking a firmer hold, Brian got to work seriously and
masturbated his friend to wakefulness.

I couldn't see Alex' face and the first intimation I
had that he was awake was when I heard him say that it
was a nice way to be woken up, and for Brian not to
stop. Just a few more strokes though and I saw him
tense up and a fine spray of his early-morning cum
fire from his perfect little cock, covering Brian's
hand with the white, sticky mess.
"Wow!" whispered Alex. "That was good."

I let them rest for a couple of minutes before I
decided that it was about time for us to make a move.
"Your mother ..." I started to say mischievously.

Startled and in a bit of a panic, Alex shot upright
and dropped his hands to his groin reflexively.

"... might be here in a few minutes," I finished,
laughing at the picture that was his face.

The look of terror slowly vanished to be replaced with
a tongue poked out at me and a mouthed "Bastard!"

Still amused by his reaction, I suggested that it
might be worth getting organised anyway as breakfast
beckoned.

Morning ablutions were soon taken care of, the tent
tidied up and we headed off to meet Mary. Luckily, she
didn't come over to find us, but joined us at the
table once Alex had been over to their home to tell
her we were in the restaurant.

Mary, naturally curious as to what sort of night we'd
had, was soon mollified when Alex told here that we'd
played Monopoly until the early hours, then fell
asleep watching TV. This seemed to satisfy her and
with an easier heart, I finished my meal. It was over
the last cup of coffee that Mary told us, and Alex in
particular, that she would be out for the day and Alex
could go with her if he wanted. Alex, being the astute
lad that he was, quickly realised that he aught to
take up the offer, if only to keep his mother happy.

"We're probably going back today," I said, looking at
Brian. "I've got some work to do before I go back to
school on Tuesday.

Brian, bless him, didn't react at all, I think he
realised that I wanted some time alone with him before
we went back to school, and made no comment.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Mary said. "When are you
coming down here next?"

She said this as if she genuinely wanted us to get
together again.

"Alex seems to get on well with Brian, doesn't he?"
she added as a sort of reason for wanting to see us
again.

The two boys looked at each other and grinned, just as
boys of their age do when they have a shared secret.
They also seemed pleased with the idea of them
spending more time together, unsurprisingly.

"I hadn't thought about it," I replied. "But I don't
think it will be too long. I like it here, it suits us
both I think," I continued nodding in the direction of
Brian.

"Tell you what then. Why don't you leave the stuff you
don't need at home with me, I can store it until the
next time if you like."

"That's a good idea," I said. "What do you think,
Brian?"

He, of course, was more than keen on the idea and said
so happily.

"Right, then," Mary went on. "We've got about an hour
or so before we have to leave. Why don't you and the
boys get your things and bring them to our caravan.
There's a little store shed at the side. Alex knows
where the key is."

With that, we went our separate ways - me and the lads
back to the tent and Mary to her caravan.

Brian and I hadn't planned to leave that day of
course, but the way things had turned out seemed to be
OK. We didn't have to bother too much about packing
things away in the car as most of it could stay in the
store and it was two over-excited boys who carried the
things over in two hurried journeys. On the last trip,
it seemed that they were away for longer than I
thought necessary and eventually Brian turned up by
himself, smiling happily.

"OK?" I queried.

"Yeah, brill, thanks," he replied cheerfully. "Alex
and me had a quick shower once we'd put the stuff
away." The look that accompanied this statement told
me all I needed to know. I ruffled his hair and smiled
at him.

"Good," I said simply, giving tacit approval to
whatever else they'd done apart from shower together.

We went our separate ways for most of the morning,
meeting up again for lunch.

"Did we really need to go back today?" Brian asked
casually. "I don't mind, its just that I thought we
were here for another day."

"No, not really," I told him, "But I thought you might
like a bit of time at home with just you and me."

He looked at me, taking in my meaning intuitively, and
nodded. "Good idea," he said. "I'd like that."

With nothing to keep us there really, we left soon
after lunch and headed home, taking the quieter back
roads. Brian was soon nestled against me, his feet on
the seat and his head resting on my lap. After about
an hour, I sensed he was getting restless for some
reason, he was fidgeting about and couldn't seem to
settle.

"What's up?" I said, glancing down at him.

"Nothing, really," he answered. "I was thinking about
Alex and that camp site and things ..." he trailed off.

"You enjoy it? Want to go again?"

"Oh, yeah. I like Alex, he's good fun. And it's not
just you-know-what. I like him. And I think Mary likes
you, too," he added mischievously.

"Don't!" I sighed. "That was the most difficult part
of the week-end."

He laughed lightly and rubbed his head in my groin.

He sat up and stretched his legs, or at least as much
as he could in the confines of the car. After a few
minutes watching the countryside drift by, he turned
to me and said, "Can we stop somewhere and have a
break? I wanna stretch my legs."

"Good idea," I replied.

"Somewhere quiet," he went on meaningfully.

I didn't answer this as I knew precisely what he
meant, and I wasn't going to disappoint him. Turning
off the already quiet road into a narrow country lane,
it wasn't very long before we were buried deep in the
countryside. Spotting a clump of trees off to the
left, I pulled completely off the road and parked the
car on the far side of them.

"That's better!" Brian said, taking a careful look
around us, checking that it was suitably isolated.
"Come on," he went on, "Let's go and explore!"

There wasn't much exploring to be done of course -
just the little copse and a view over a sparsely
inhabited valley, the only signs of habitation being a
couple of farms way off in the distance. In fact, when
we sat on the grass and looked around us, there wasn't
even a sound other than the occasional bird-song.

"This's nice," Brian said, moving closer to me and
rubbing his hand on my chest through my open shirt.

I cradled his head in the crook of my arm and stroked
his hair, running his fine soft curls through my
fingers.

"Why do I always get a boner when you do that?" he
giggled, looking up into my face.
He was right, there was a definite bulge growing in
his shorts, which was soon matched by my own. God, how
that boy managed to turn me on with even the simplest
comments! Leaning down, I kissed him lightly on the
forehead and whispered, "Dunno, must your hormones
playing up again; that thing of yours hasn't been soft
all week-end!"

He giggled again and said, "I told you that it was
going to get some exercise this week-end!" Reaching
down, I wasn't in the least surprised when he
unsnapped his shorts and slid them down to his knees.
Then I did get a surprise - he was wearing what I
assumed was Alex' bright blue thong!

"What? ... How?" I gasped, the sight of his now rigid
boyhood encased in the tight piece of material taking
my breath away.

Laughing, he said, "I thought you'd like `em. I
borrowed them from Alex; we changed in the toilets
just before we left. He's got mine on."

I rested my hand in his groin, sensing the warmth and
soft hardness of his cock, the thong now showing a
small but growing spot of dampness marking the tip of
his erection.

"Take `em off for me?" he whispered hoarsely.
"Please?"

It was the work of only a few seconds to untie the
knots and pull it off, leaving his now vertical cock
standing proud from his groin. Suddenly an image of
him just after we first met when he was in much the
same sort of position flashed into my mind. I stroked
his tool for him, listening to him moan with the
delight.

"You're growing up beautifully," I mused, half to
myself and examining his equipment closely. "Just
beautifully."

"Mmmmm," he sighed. "Good."

Suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, he twisted
over, planted his lips on mine and sunk his tongue
into my mouth, kissing me with a fervour bordering on
panic. His fingers dug deep into my hair, gripping it
almost painfully hard.

"Get `em off," he urged, moving one hand down to
unfasten the belt on my trousers. Now in almost the
same mental turmoil as him, I hurriedly shrugged my
pants off and hugged him tightly, our cocks rubbing
alongside each other.

Once more he kissed me passionately, mewling deep into
my mouth.

I rested my hands on his butt, massaging them gently
as we kissed and cuddled. Slowly I pressed an
experimental finger against his hole and was delighted
to feel him push back slightly, his muscles relaxing
to allow me entry. One finger was soon replaced by
two, searching for that magic spot which I soon found.

He groaned ecstatically and began to rock to and fro
as I played with him, getting just as much pleasure as
he was, just hearing him and knowing he was lost to
the world.  It didn't take him long to react to my
ministrations: he was horny enough before we started
and the added stimulus of my fingers and our battling
tongues soon sent him over the edge. We didn't even
pause in our kissing as I felt him shudder and deposit
what seemed to be a gallon of his love-juice messily
between us. The only intimation I had that he knew
he'd cum was when he squirmed and wriggled, spreading
his goo all over ourselves.  That was enough for me: I
gave an involuntary groan and my own contribution
joined Brian's, leaving us both breathless.  With a
final kiss, Brian lifted his head up and looked at me.
The whole of his upper body was flushed brink pink,
his brow speckled with beads of sweat and his pupils
dilated widely.

"Wow!" he said between breaths. "That was something
else!"

I think he'd surprised himself by the intensity of his
passion and the suddenness of his ejaculation, his
face showing a mixture of embarrassment and a sort of
pride. "I didn't expect that!"

We lay there for a while longer, allowing both of us
to regain some sort of normality before the chill of
the  early evening forced us to dress ourselves. Arm
in arm we walked back to the car in a comfortable
silence.

Once back on the road I pointed the car towards home
and settled down to a steady drive.  For some reason,
I felt uneasy with myself and I pondered over what was
making me feel so uncomfortable. Then it hit me: I
just didn't want to go home just yet. I wanted somehow
to keep the magical feeling going on for as long as I
could.  Now aware of why I felt as I did, the answer
was simple.

"Fancy staying in a hotel tonight?" I asked.

Brian looked at me, his puzzlement showing on his
face. "Why?" he asked.

"Don't know, really," I answered. "Just thought it
might make a change."

"Never stayed in a hotel before," he said
thoughtfully. "What's it like?"

"Let's find out, shall we?" I laughed, ruffling his
hair. "Apart from anything else, we could both use a
shower!"

This brought a smile to his face and a nodded
agreement.

I remembered there was a hotel about ten miles from
home which I'd sometimes gone to for a drink, but had
never actually stayed at. Whilst not being really
up-market, it was pleasant enough, small and not too
busy.  Ideal for us, I thought, and the restaurant was
Ok too. It was a typical English family-run hotel,
well-run and friendly, complete with ivy covered
mock-Tudor walls and pseudo-antique fixtures.

I parked the car in the forecourt and we entered the
lobby. Judging by the empty car-park and quietness of
the place, I formed the impression that they weren't
all that busy, which please me as I disliked bustling
hotels. A few seconds after I'd rung the bell, a
rather matronly lady appeared from the kitchen,
cleaning her hands on a napkin.  With a pleasant
smile, she asked what she could do for us.

I hadn't given any thought to the sort of
accommodation we would want. Ideally I would have
liked a twin-bedded room of course, but it dawned on
me that two males, one of whom was a boy, asking for a
double-room might seem a tad suspicious. I decided to
put the ball in her court and see how she reacted.

"Have you room for my son and I, just for tonight?" I
said as lightly as I could.

There wasn't a flicker on her face as she studied the
register.  "I don't have any double or twin rooms,"
she said, still looking at the book. "I've got two
singles though. I'll let you have them for the price
of a double if you like."

`Damn!" I thought to myself. There was nothing I could
do about it of course, and I couldn't really turn the
offer down as I'd already asked for rooms ands to
leave now would only make matters worse.

"Yeas. That's fine," I replied.  "OK with you, Brian?"
I added, turning to face him.

"Yes, that'll be OK, Dad," he answered, looking just
about as fed up as I was.

The lady smiled and turned the register round for me
to sign. As I did so, she reached behind her and took
two keys from the rack.  "Any luggage?" she asked.

"Only a couple of rucksacks," I told her. "We've been
out camping for a few days and got fed up with it." I
continued as lightly as I could.

She actually smiled warmly at this and said, "Fine. We
seem to get a lot of people staying here like that.
You can only take so much fresh air!" she laughed.
"You're in rooms five and eight, on the first floor.
Come, I'll show you."

Brian and I followed her as she climbed the stairs,
apparently having passed her inspection. But not well
enough to give us adjoining rooms though.

The rooms were nice and airy - and as befitted the age
of the building which was probably 18th century, were
quite small. There were only three or four rooms on
this floor, and ours were on opposite sides of the
corridor facing each other, which wasn't too
disastrous I thought, after all we could have been on
different floors!

"Thanks very much," I said as I took our keys from
her. "Could you tell me what time dinner is served?"

"From about seven o'clock onwards. That's in about two
hours," she added unnecessarily.

Once she'd gone, we explored the rooms and were
pleased to see that at least they had televisions in
them for some reason.

We returned to the foyer and as I paid for the rooms,
I gave Brian the car keys and asked him to fetch the
rucksacks.  A few minutes later we were back upstairs,
looking forward to cleaning ourselves up.  Brian
decided to take the room overlooking the front of the
building, leaving me the rear-ward facing one.

"Right," I said. "We'll shower first and I'll come and
pick you up in a few minutes and we'll decide what to
do."

Once tidied up and having made ourselves a bit more
respectable, we went back downstairs and into the bar
area. We sat and chatted idly for a while before it
became evident that Brian was getting bored. The
suggestion that he go off and explore the area met
with his approval and I settled down to have a
relaxing drink and a read of the newspaper, enjoying
the peace and quiet for a while.

In fact the whole evening was spent quietly: we had a
good meal and watched a bit of TV before, by mutual
agreement, we decided it was time for bed.  On the way
upstairs, Brian took hold of my hand and said, "I've
never slept alone before. At least not for ages and
never in a hotel."

I glanced at him and quickly realised that of course
he was right. Living in care, and then with me, he'd
always had people around him, either sleeping in the
same room as him, or not too far away in his own home.
 He was nervous, and I guess a little afraid too.
Normally I would have welcomed him into my bed, but
that would not have been a good idea tonight.  Instead
we compromised and I went into his room with him and
watched as he undressed and climbed into the strange
bed.  We chatted idly for a while, with me sat on the
edge of the bed and holding his hand.  It wasn't long
before Brian felt sleepy and more comfortable in the
hotel bed and so with a final `goodnight', I left him.

Within half an hour I too was in bed, reading the book
I'd hardly touched over the week-end, but once more I
found that I'd read the same page three times and
still not taken any of it in and so I turned out the
light and closed my eyes.

Sleep didn't come easily, my mind was partly turning
over the events of the week-end and partly on Brian.
We'd often slept in our own beds all night of course,
but there was somehow something comforting knowing
that if we wanted, we could always seek each other's
company if we wanted.  This was the first time that
we'd been in this situation where we couldn't get
together if we wanted.  And if I was slightly
uncomfortable with it, then Brian must have felt worse
- I hoped  he was fast asleep by now, unlike me.

I awoke just after six am, still feeling sorry for us
both, but more for Brian than me. I took a deep sigh,
knowing that there was nothing I could do about it,
turned the radio on and stared at the ceiling.  Half
an hour later there was a gentle tap at the door: it
could only be one person.

"Come in!" I said just loud enough for them to hear.
"It's not locked."

The door opened slowly and a dishevelled-looking Brian
crept in.  He was dressed, but only just. His hair was
a tumbled mess, his eyes were bleary and he was clad
in a crumpled T-shirt and loose baggy shorts.

"What's the matter, buddy?" I said, knowing full well
what was wrong.

"Couldn't sleep. I've been waiting for ages to come
and see you and I couldn't wait any longer. I don't
like it here."

I moved over in the bed and patted the side of me.
Brian lay on top of the cover and faced me.

"Sorry!" he mumbled. I looked at him, the tone of
voice telling me that he was close to tears.

"Hey!" I said, putting an arm round him. "Don't worry.
You're here now."

"It's not that. Well, it is sort of."

I looked at him questioningly.

"I should be Ok sleeping by myself, but I got scared
knowing I couldn't come and get into bed with you if I
wanted like I can at home. I know it sounds stupid,
but it sort of frightened me. And at my age it
shouldn't be like that, should it?"

He broke down completely now, his little body
trembling with emotion, the tears rolling freely down
his cheeks. Leaning over, I pulled him closer to me
and hugged him.

"Come on, get those things off and get into bed for a
few minutes," I whispered. "It'll be OK."

Slowly he took off his shirt and shorts, which were
all he was wearing - no underwear I noticed.

Still snuffling he cuddled up to me and rested his
head on my chest.  "Sorry!" he stumbled out.

I kissed him gently on his forehead and used the
corner of the sheet to wipe the tears away.  "S'all
right," I said quietly. "Relax. It's OK now."

I felt his breathing slow down and within a couple of
minutes he was sound asleep, his warm breath stirring
the little hairs on my chest with each exhalation. I
kissed him once more on the cheek and lay there,
taking in his beauty as I had a hundred times before.

An hour later and he stirred, yawning and stretching
himself as he came too.

"Mornin'!" he grinned broadly at me, all his fears now
gone.

"Morning," I replied, moving my aching arm from under
his shoulders. "Feeling better now?"

He simply nodded in reply, obviously slightly
embarrassed at his behaviour.

"So, what we going to do today?" I asked, carefully
avoiding any references to the previous night.

He hugged me gently and whispered, "Can we just go
home?"

"Of course," I replied, and at that moment there was
nowhere else in the world I wanted to be either.

An hour later and we were on our way, not even taking
the time to have any breakfast. Half an hour after
that and we were parking the car outside our house.


Chapter Eleven.

Apart from taking in the bags of dirty clothes, we
left the car and its contents where they were. They
could be sorted out later, it was more important that
we got back into our own home as soon as possible.
We'd had a good week-end for the most part - certainly
an interesting one, but it was nice to be home.  The
first thing Brian did was to strip down to his
underpants and give me a big hug and a sloppy kiss on
the lips. He clung tightly to me, resting his head on
my shoulder saying nothing, just rocking to and fro
gently.

"Thanks for the week-end. I've enjoyed it, honestly.
It was fantastic fun, but I didn't like the hotel very
much," he said after a while. "It's nice to be home
though."

Ruffling his hair, I said, "Hungry? Want some
breakfast?"

"Later," he smiled. "Let's just rest for a bit first."

He dragged me across to the sofa and pulled me down.
"Take your shirt off," he asked.

We lay length-ways on the sofa, chest-to-chest, Brian
resting his forehead on mine.

"That's better," he sighed as he wriggled himself into
a more comfortable position. "Just the two of us."

Once again he dropped off into a light doze, a gentle
smile on his face. He was home now, and completely at
ease both with himself and the rest of the world. I
know just how he felt and soon joined him.

We were startled awake two hours later when the
jangling bell of the telephone woke us.  Brian, being
the nearest, reached over and picked it up.

"Yes," he said stifling a yawn, ""Who is it?"
There  was a slight pause before he replied, "Steve?
What you doing?"
I could hear what Steve was saying, but I guessed when
Brian said, "No, not today. We've only just got back
and we've got a lot of unpacking and cleaning to do."

There was another pause.

"No, not tonight. We're both knackered and are having
an early night. You can come over in the morning
though, if you want."

It was blatantly obvious that Brian didn't want to see
Steven today, or, I guessed, anyone else for that
matter. This was confirmed by the faces he was pulling
at me as he spoke.

"Ok, then. See you tomorrow." Then added as an
afterthought (and a wicked grin at me) "but not too
early!"

Once comfortable ensconced on the sofa again, he said,
"Don't mind, do you? Not that I care very much anyway!
 I want it to be just you and me today."

"Nope, I don't mind at all. If you don't want to see
him, then you don`t have to. And in any case I like
the idea of just us for the day."

"Brill!" he almost shouted. "Let's pretend we're not
home yet!" And before I could work out what he was
trying to say, he'd drawn the curtains closed and put
the wall lights on.

"There," he giggled. "No one will know we're home
now."

I chose not to tell him that the car parked outside
might be a bit of a give-away.

After a much-delayed and lazy breakfast we sorted out
the dirty clothes and set them to wash.
"Want a shower?" Brian asked once things were more or
less organised. "I feel hot and sticky." This was
accompanied by once of his looks which told me he
wanted more than a shower.

Willing to be led, I followed him to the bathroom.

"No, let me," he whispered as I started to get
stripped.

Delicately and with infinite care he unbuttoned my
shirt, slipped it off and started on my trousers.
Before he could drop them to the floor, I already had
a throbbing boner which didn't make taking my
underpants off any easier!  As I set the water to a
comfortable temperature, Brian disrobed and joined me
under the spray, his own erection leading the way.

We cuddled and hugged each other as we relaxed in the
luxurious warmth.  He leaned into me and planted his
lips on mine, his tongue wending its way into my
mouth. As we subsumed ourselves in each other, the
idle thought struck me that he didn't have to stand on
tip-toe to kiss me any more - he'd grown more than I
realised I thought.

We hadn`t even got as far as soaping each other before
Brian growled, "Enough! Let's go to bed now!"

Making only a cursory attempt to dry ourselves, Brian
grabbed my wrist and dragged me off bed-wards.  To my
surprise we didn't go to `my' bedroom, but into his.
Somehow we managed to squeeze ourselves into his
single bunk-bed, Brian kissing and caressing me almost
desperately. This was Brian in control, asserting
himself not only by insisting that we make love now,
but in his bed and in his room - it was his way of
saying `this is my home, my dad, my lover and I can do
what I like!"  Not that I was about to argue with him
of course.

Somehow in the confines of the narrow bed frame, Brian
managed to get me on my back with him laying between
my splayed legs, our raging-hard cocks throbbing
side-by-side. We kissed hard and passionately, both of
us getting perilously close to losing all
self-control.

"Lift up," Brian gasped hoarsely, his hands under my
knees.

Almost before I'd re-positioned myself I felt his
cock-head pressing against my hole.  With a satisfying
"Aagggh" he slid in quickly and easily, his balls
coming to rest firmly against my butt cheeks.

It took only six or seven desperate lunges before I
felt his body stiffen up, his back arch and with an
animalistic scream he orgasmed somewhere deep inside
me, his fingers gripping my waist hard enough to draw
blood.

It took him only a couple of minutes to regain his
breath before pulled out of me and  gasped, "Quick. Do
me."

There definitely wasn't enough room on the bed for us
to change positions in a hurry, but this was solved by
Brian simply dragging me onto the bedroom floor and
raising his legs high in the air, waiting for me.

By now I was of course just as aroused as him, and
without a pause, grasped my leaking dick and entered
him. Such was Brian's arousal that he instantly locked
his ankles behind my back and pulled me into him.
Even if I had wanted to, I couldn't have taken my
time.  Brian was bucking viciously, forcing me into
him as far as ever I'd gone.

"Go on, go, on do it, do it!" he groaned, his head
shaking from side to side, the beads of sweat
glistening brightly on his brow. I obliged, or at
least as much as I could, the tightness of his legs
not giving me a lot of space.  I think I managed four,
maybe five strokes before he milked me, his butt
cheeks clenching and unclenching as I spasmed
uncontrollably.

Utterly spent by now, I rolled off and clung onto him,
amazed by the speed and ferocity with which we'd just
made love - I'd never known Brian in such a mood as
this.

Somewhat sheepishly he looked at me and grinned,
almost certainly as surprised by his fierce passion as
I was.

"That was great!" he whispered softly, "But now ..."

We kissed and fondled just where we were, not giving a
damn that we were laying on his bedroom floor and that
should anyone have been passing by at that moment
would have no doubts that we were home, and what we
were doing!

Brian, of course, needed his second orgasm, which I
gladly gave him as I took his still spunk-damp cock
into my mouth, once again at his insistence.  This
time though we took our time as I savoured every
little bit of him, enjoying the luxury of being able
to slow things down and give him as much pleasure as
he deserved.  Even through my own erotic haze I could
hear him `ooohing' and aaahing' as we enjoyed one
another and managing for once to bring him to the edge
of at least three ejaculations before he desperately
pleaded for me to finish him off.

I think we would have laid there for hours, but the
cool air eventually made its presence felt.
Reluctantly standing up, I reached out a hand to help
Brian up. As we held hands our eyes met and locked
together for a few seconds, the glance exchanged
between us yet again confirming that all was well in
the world. Better than well in fact; it was perfect.

We spent the rest of the day wandering about the house
clad in only our underwear and taking every
opportunity we could to touch each other, to sneak a
quick kiss once in a while and to simply enjoy each
other.  Even when night drew on we still stayed as we
were watching TV curled up on the sofa and holding on
to one another.

It was almost midnight before we decided to go to bed
- mine this time and spent the night locked in an
embrace, sleeping the sleep of the loved.  My last
conscious thought as I slipped into the arms of
Morpheus was that I hoped Steven would take the hint
and not come calling on us too early in the morning,
after all Brian and I had things to do!


The End