Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 13:49:05 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chris and Me - Chapter 5

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The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual
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Chapter 5 - Ice Skating With the Twins

The next morning I once again woke in a bed devoid of naked
boys, but a sniff and a listen confirmed that, like
yesterday, they were preparing breakfast. I lay and waited,
and sure enough, after ten minutes they both came into the
room carrying a laden tray each, and both giggling fit to
bust. They put the trays on the table and there was some
more giggling and a hissing sound, and then they both turned
round and John said, "Breakfast is three courses today". I
looked at them and burst out in uncontrollable laughter.
They had found a can of spray cream in the Kitchen and had
both covered their cocks in the white, fluffy, cream. They
climbed onto the bed, being careful not to disturb the
cream, and both knelt either side of me with their twitching
cocks just inches from my mouth. I leaned over to Chris
first, and slowly and lasciviously licked his cock clean.
And then took his boyhood into my mouth and peeled his skin
back with my lips and lapped at his engorged head for a few
moments. I think they must have been wanking each other to a
near orgasm before they came into the room, because it
didn't take long to bring him to his climax so that he
filled my mouth and sprayed my tonsils with his own
wonderful, sweet, cream. When I had sucked him dry, I then
turned to John and very, very slowly licked the cream from
his throbbing rod, and then gave him the same treatment I
had given Chris. While I was servicing John, Chris got the
cereal ready, and when John had, in his turn, fed me his boy
juice, we sat together on the bed and ate them
Next, John got down and served scrambled egg on toast with
grilled mushrooms and tomatoes, followed by mugs of steaming
coffee.

When we had all finished, I pointed out that I had had more
breakfast than they had, and I asked for the can of cream
and sprayed a generous portion on my cock and balls. Both
boys then began to service me, John sucking my cock, the
Chris my balls. I told them that when I shot, I was going to
shoot alternately into each of their mouths so they both got
to share the extra protein of the final breakfast course.
They changed over so that Chris was on my cock and John on
my balls as I approached my climax. I told them both to get
ready with their faces side by side just in front of my
throbbing tool. They both readied themselves with open
mouths while I finished myself off by hand. I held back as
long as I could to make sure they both got powerful blasts,
but eventually, I couldn't hold off any longer and I began
to shoot thick strings of warm, white cum. The first shot
went clean into Chris's mouth. The second caught the edge of
John's mouth but then found the mark and went inside. Then I
gave Chris and John another string each, and finished off by
squirting my final, weaker shots over their angelic faces.
This gave me an excuse to lick them both clean, among much
giggling and tongue wresting. I have to say, it was the best
breakfast I had ever had, and I looked forward to having
many more like it and made a mental note to make sure they
was always plenty of squirty cream and glace cherries
available.

When we had finished our fun, and I had recovered my
composure I asked them what they wanted to do for the day,
reminding John that we had to take him home after dinner in
the evening. Chris looked at John who nodded, and then he
said, "Erm.... we were wondering. The twins said they were
going ice skating at Lee Valley Rink this morning.
Errrrrr...... could we go as well please Greg"? I grinned
and said, "Are you sure it's the ice skating you want to go
for"? and the boys grinned and John said, "We can hardly lie
on the ice and wank"? I grinned and said that I supposed it
might cause a bit of commotion if they did. Anyway, I agreed
to take them to the rink, so we all got up and made for the
shower, John turned on the water and we all got in together,
soaping each other all over and making sure there were no
tell-tale traces of boy or man sperm for the twins to see.
We then got dressed and the boys cleared all the dishes into
the dishwasher, and as it was full, I showed them how to put
the detergent in and set it into action. That done, we went
and tidied the bedroom and then got into the car and headed
for Leyton, and the ice rink, a journey of about forty
minutes.

When we arrived, we parked the car and went inside and I
paid for one adult and two
children, and we exchanged our shoes for some rather
uncomfortable hire skates. I made a mental note that if this
was going to become a regular thing, I would see about
getting skates for the three of us which would be more
comfortable, and more hygienic. As we ventured onto the ice,
the boys saw the twins at the other end of the rink and both
began to make their way, rather unsteadily, towards them. It
was years since I had done any skating, but when I was their
age I used to be quite good, and I found it didn't take me
long to get the hang of it again. I had been skating round
the rink a few times when Mike, the twin's father, skated up
to me and complimented me on my ability. I asked where Joan
was and he said she had stayed at home to cook the Sunday
Lunch. It wasn't long before the four boys began to skate
round us, and I was pleased to see that Chris and John
seemed to be doing quite well, in spite of it being their
first time, and I guessed that the twins had been giving
them some hints. Sure enough, as John went past me he began
to totter a bit, and Rob was immediately there to steady
him. I noticed that in doing so, he took the opportunity to
grope John's genitals without making it too obvious. John
realised I had seen it and just grinned at me and I grinned
back.

After a while, I invited Mike to join me for a coffee at the
cafeteria, and we went and left the boys to it. When we sat
down, Mike asked if I'd like to bring the boys to lunch. He
said that the twins didn't seem to make friends very easily,
but that it was obvious that they got on well with Chris and
John, and he'd like to do anything he could to encourage the
friendship. I called the boys over and asked them if they
would like to go and have lunch with the twins and they
readily agreed, so Mike phoned Joan and asked if she could
cope with another three hungry mouths and explained that we
had met up at the rink. Joan confirmed that she had plenty
of meat for a few more, and she could soon prepare a few
more vegetables, so it was agreed.

We spent about another hour playing chase on the ice with
the boys, and by that time my legs were beginning to ache
from the unaccustomed effort, so I was sure that Chris and
John would also be feeling the strain since it was their
first time skating. Sure enough, when we were changing, both
of them complained that their muscles were feeling sore, and
I promised that when we got home, I'd give them both a
massage. They both looked at me and grinned, and I saw that
Rick caught the grin and looked at them with a funny twitch
of his eyebrows. I hope that he wasn't reading a true
meaning into the signs that passed between my two boys and
me.

We went out to the cars, and the twins asked if they could
travel with us in my car. I said it was OK with me and Mike
said he didn't mind, so
he led the way, and we all piled into my 4x4 and followed.
Rob and Ricky sat in the back with John, and Chris sat up
front with me. There was a bit of giggling in the back, and
I looked in the mirror and saw that the three in the back
were groping each other and generally having fun. As I
looked back at the road, I noticed that Rob caught me
looking in the mirror and blushed when he realised I'd seen
what they were up to. He began to whisper with the other
two, and I heard John say that I was cool, and not to
bother.

When we arrived at the twin's home, we found it was a very
pleasant semi-detached house, only about two miles from my
place. The twins bounded out of the car with Chris and John
close behind, and Mike and I followed at a more leisurely
pace. Joan came from the kitchen and welcomed me, and John
took me to the lounge and offered me a drink. I declined
alcohol and said that as I was driving, I'd rather have an
orange juice if they could manage that, and he brought me a
pint glass with a mixture of orange juice, lime juice,
lemonade and ice and told me to try it. It tasted really
refreshing, and I mad a mental note to drink it more often.

Lunch turned out to be a traditional roast pork dinner with
roast and boiled potatoes, green beans, cauliflower,
broccoli, gravy, apple sauce and Yorkshire pudding. This was
followed with fresh fruit salad and whipped cream. When
Chris and John saw the cream, they looked at each other and
grinned, and I had to smother a smile behind my napkin as
well.

After we had finished lunch, the twins asked if they could
take my two up to their room. Joan told them to be careful
and warned Chris and John that the room would probably be a
mess as she refused to go in there and clear up after them.
The boys all grinned and bounded up the stairs. Joan, Mike
and I went and sat in the garden with cups of coffee and a
pot to refill them from. Mike asked how I was coping with
the rapid move from bachelorhood to fatherhood. I truthfully
told them that it was all a bit sudden and unexpected, but
that so far I had no regrets, and that I was becoming very
attached to Chris as was he to me. Mike said that the twins
had told him and Joan that Chris had been very unhappy since
his mum died, and that they were really glad that he had
found someone who cared about him. They had also said that
he was happier yesterday than they had seen him for months,
even before his Mum died. I said that I was still finding
out his history, but that it seemed to me that his step
father was a bit of a thug and had not only bullied Chris,
but his mother as well. I assured Mike and Joan that if
everything worked out OK, Chris had a home with me for as
long as he needed it. They both said that if there was ever
anything they could do to help, just to let them know. They
said that this weekend had been the first time they had
seen the twins so happy, and they were glad that a stronger
friendship seemed to be developing between the four of them.

After about an hour, the boys came tumbling downstairs and
into the garden. Once again, I noticed that their faces were
all a bit flushed, and I guessed that it was just as well
that Joan didn't go into their room as it probably smelt of
boy sex at that moment in time, and I grinned inwardly to
myself.

I said that we needed to get back home soon as we had things
to do before John had to go home. I thanked Mike and Joan
for their hospitality, and I was pleased that the boys both
went and shook hands and thanked them as well. They all came
to see us off, and the twins called that they would see
Chris on Tuesday when he came back to school. When we were
clear of the house, I said, "And what did you guys get up to
upstairs"? Chris grinned and said they had taught the twins
how to suck each other. They had never done it before and
they loved it, specially swallowing cum. They both loved the
taste of it. I grinned and asked if they were sure that the
twins could be trusted. Chris said, "I'm certain they are
OK, They wouldn't want their parents to know what they get
up to, so they will be cool about keeping quiet about it". I
suggested to the boys that they should always be careful
about whom they played about with sexually and be sure that
nothing would be said at school or to parents. Other boys
can be very cruel to boys they see as being "queer", and
most parents were not as understanding as I was. They both
assured me that they would be very careful, but that the
twins were OK.

When we got home, it was getting on for 4:00pm. I asked the
boys if they wanted to do anything special before we had
dinner and took John home. John said, "Could we go to bed
together and have some fun? I'm going to miss all of this
when I get home again". I said it was OK with me if they
thought they could get it up again after playing with the
twins. They both grinned and Chris said, "It will take more
that that to wear us out". And we all laughed and headed
upstairs together, went into the bedroom and all stripped
naked. As I pulled the duvet back, I noticed that the sheet
on the bed had quite a few cum stains on it. I pointed it
out to the boys and they both leant down and sniffed the bed
and said it smelt lovely.

We all lay on the bed, me on my back, and the two boys on
their sides facing into me. We began to kiss slowly and
sensuously, our three mouths close together and our three
tongues performing a dance of love. I held them close,
gripping a cheek of each boys butt, and our cocks were all
hard and pressing together. We began to work out a rhythm so
that we were humping each other and our three cocks were
rubbing against each other. The boys began to
grunt and groan, and my cock began to leak precum copiously,
lubricating our group humping session. We kept the action up
and kept kissing each other while we all held each other
close by the asses. One finger, I wasn't sure whose, probed
between the cheeks of my ass and stroked down the crack and
over my hole, bringing me nearer to my climax. Both boys
began to hump against me harder and faster, and I realised
that we were all getting close to a wonderful finish to our
sexy weekend, and that the sheet was going to be even more
stained before we finished. It wasn't long before John began
to shoot his warm, sticky, cum between us, and then Chris
began to add his boy juice to the space between our bodies,
and with both of them erupting like fountains, I began to
shoot my load to join theirs. When we had all finished we
clung to each other while we recovered our composure, and
then I let the boys roll from on top of me onto the bed, and
I began to alternately lap them clean while they both did
the same to me. When we had finished, we once again came
together in a three way kiss and enjoyed the combined taste
of our product. Once we had finished kissing, we all drifted
into an exhausted doze, one boy hugged close each side of
me.

I woke about half an hour later and gently blew into each
boy's ear until they also opened their eyes. I asked John if
he had enjoyed his weekend, and He said, "I've never had
such a wonderful time in my life. I never knew I could cum
so many times in 48 hours. It was just marvellous. Chris
echoed his words looked at me and said he hoped John could
come again next week. I, of course, said that if he wanted
to, John was welcome to come any time he wished. He quickly
said that he would be here so long as his parents would let
him. I asked if he wanted me to ask his parents, and he
grinned and said he would love me to. They would be less
likely to say no if I asked. We kissed again and then headed
for the shower to clean up before we had something to eat.

Mrs Braham had left prepared ham, cheese and egg salads on
plates in the fridge, and when we had showered, we sat at
the breakfast bar and tucked in. The boys both agreed that
the salad was delicious. We finished off with yoghurts for
each of us and washed it all down with glasses of orange
juice. When we had finished, Chris and John cleared the
dishes into the dishwasher, and then went upstairs to dress
and get John's bag. I followed and dressed in briefs, shorts
and polo shirt, and slippen on my sandals. Before we went
out to the car, John came and hugged me and thanked me for a
wonderful, sexy weekend. He said that he couldn't wait till
next weekend, and I reminded him that I still had to ask his
parents if he could come. He grinned and said he didn't
think it would be a problem so long as I asked them. I
hugged him close and kissed him deeply, and I
could feel his engorged cock pressing against me through our
clothes, but I chose not to excite him since I sensed that
he was finding it hard enough to go home without my making
it even harder. (Please forgive the pun).  He then gave
Chris a passionate hug and kiss and told him he would be
waiting at the school gate for him on Tuesday. We then got
in the car and drove to John's home, and when we got there,
Joe invited Chris and I in for a drink. John hugged his dad
and his mum and told them he had had a fantastic weekend.
Joe asked what I would like to drink, and as I was driving,
I asked for an orange juice. He got Cokes for the boys and
he and Maria had glasses of red wine. Maria asked if John
had behaved himself, and I told them he had been very good
and polite and that they had a son to be proud of. Maria
blushed and said she wished he was like that at home, and we
all laughed. I then took the plunge and said that Chris and
I would be very happy if he could come and stay again next
weekend. Joe said that it was a bit unfair to unload their
sun on me for two weekends running, and I assured him that
it was no problem and that I was only too pleased for Chris
to have his friends around him to help him to settle into
his new home and his new life. They both accepted my
explanation and said that John could come to stay again the
next weekend. Both boys cheered and made it very obvious
that as far as they were concerned, it was a popular
decision.

When we had finished our drinks I said that we had better
get going. John came over and shook hands and thanked me for
having him and for inviting him for the next weekend, and I
gave him a brief hug which he responded to equally briefly,
obviously, like me, not wanting his parents to get the wrong
idea. Chris and I then got in the car and headed back home.
Chris thanked me for making his weekend just perfect, and I
told him that I had enjoyed it just as much as he had.

When we got back, it was 9:00pm and we settled in front of
the TV to watch a film thriller, and when it finished, we
had a hot chocolate each and headed upstairs. I was really
pleased to note that Chris made strait for my room
automatically. He had obviously decided that that was the
norm which made me really happy. I went to pull off the
sheet and replace it with a clean one, but Chris said,
"Can't we keep that one and enjoy the smell as a reminder of
a great weekend. I grinned and said, "Mrs Braham is not
going to have much imagination to work out what we were up
to most of the weekend". Chriss grinned and said that she
wouldn't mind, that she was really cool. I hugged him to me
and bent down and kissed him passionately. I slowly
undressed him, sandals first, then shorts, then tee-shirt
and finally his tightywhitey briefs, revealing his beautiful
body to my gaze. He then did the same to me, in exactly
the same order. When we were both naked we came together in
a tight embrace, out rigid, throbbing penises sandwiched
between us. After a lingering kiss, I picked Chris up and
laid him on the bed. I lay beside him and began to kiss him
all over. I nibbled his ear lobes and he began to moan in
ecstatic delight. I kissed his neck all over, bathing it
with saliva with my tongue. I traced his collar bones with
my tongue and then moved down and lapped each of his
beautiful nipples. As they responded to my stimulation I
nibbled them gently with my teeth alternately until Chris
was almost screaming with delight. I then licked and kissed
my way slowly down to his navel where I spent some time
swabbing his delightful innie belly button with my wet
tongue. I then completely changed direction and moved down
to his feet. Although we had only showered a few brief hours
ago, his feet smelt delightfully of fresh boy sweat, and I
licked them all over with my tongue, eliciting squeals and
screams as he yelled that he was ticklish on his feet. I
continued to lap at them without mercy for a couple of
minutes until Chris yelled that he would wet himself if I
carried on any more. At that point I relented and gave way
to sucking each of his toes in turn. He continued to moan,
and as I looked up his body, I saw that his cock was rigid,
and that his foreskin was partly retracted revealing his
beautiful, shining purple glans. I began to kiss and lick my
way up his legs, not leaving any part of them unattended,
and enjoying the taste of his body to the full. When I got
to his thighs, my tongue and my lips covered them with
kisses and licks, but so gently that Chris said it felt as
if I was stroking him with a feather. As I neared his
scrotum, I could smell the boy musk emanating from him, and
I buried my nose deep in the space below it so my nose was
nudging his balls, and I inhaled his wonderful smell deeply.
I gently sucked his left ball into my mouth and massaged it
with my tongue while with my hand I gently massaged his
tummy. Chris was in ecstasy, and his moans and groans made
me feel wonderful, just knowing that I was giving my angel
so much pleasure. I then sucked his right ball in and nudged
the base of his throbbing cock with my nose as I sucked and
worked the ball with my tongue. I then sucked both balls
into my mouth, and looking up at Chris's face, I saw that
his eyes were screwed shot with the intensity of his
feelings. I then slowly and very lightly kissed and licked
my way up this throbbing, hot shaft, and when I got to the
head, I gently peeled that skin right back with my fingers
while I licked the beautiful mushroom head all over and
probed at his piss slit with the tip of my tongue. Chris
began to thrash his body about, but I wasn't ready to let
him cum just yet. I wanted to give him a new experience
which I prayed he would enjoy.

I moved back to his balls and after I licked
his wonderful sack again, I gently lifted his knees so that
his feet drew up towards his body. I spread the feet as wide
as I felt Chris could comfortably manage, and then began to
kiss and lick his rock hard perineum. Chris moaned even
louder and managed to gasp, "Ohhhhhhhhhh..... That is
wonderful Greg. I gently probed at the cleft between his ass
cheeks, and Chris pulled his knees to his chest, sensing
that I was aiming for his most secret of places. I buried my
nose between his cheeks and sniffed at his wonderful, pink,
puckered entrance. The smell was intoxicating, and after
savouring it for quite a long time, I then began to bathe
the whole area with my saliva, gradually getting nearer and
nearer to the rose-bud entrance. When I finally let my
tongue lap at the precious entrance to his body, he
shuddered and thrust his rectum at me as he let out a loud,
Kkkkkkkuuuunnnngggggggggg.... I lapped his entrance
repeatedly, and gently pushed my tongue at the entrance, but
not hard enough to penetrate. I wanted to save that for
another time. I now sensed that Chris was very near to his
orgasm, and I gently lowered his legs and returned my
attention to his now iron hard, hot, throbbing cock. As I
took him in my mouth, he thrust hard at me, shouted,
AAAAaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... and began to shoot his
hot, sweet boy honey into my mouth. I counted, and he shot
four of the most powerful blasts he had ever given me. I
sucked his cock and swallowed every drop he gave me until I
had swallowed everything he had to offer me. His body was
now running with sweat, and his breath was coming in deep,
ragged gasps. I move up beside him and held him gently but
close while he gradually came down from the most intense
orgasm he had had with me, and probably in his whole life.
His eyes were totally unfocused as his breathing slowly
returned to something approaching normal, and then he looked
at me for nearly a minute without a sound before he reached
up and kissed me long and lingeringly, probing the depths of
my mouth to recover any remains of his sweet juices that
might be still available for him.

When he had finished kissing me he pulled back and continued
to stare at me, and finally, he said, "Ohhhhhhhhh..... Greg,
that was soooooooo.... wonderful. I never dreamed that you
would lick my bum like that. It felt unbelievable. It was
the best experience you have given me. I love you soooooooo
much. I want to be your boy for ever". I assured him that I
wanted that as much as he did.

I sensed that he was now exhausted from the new sensations
he had just experienced, and as much as I would have loved
him to give me some relief, I just held him close while he
relaxed, and drifted off into a deep sleep. He turned on his
side, with his back to me, and I spooned tight to him, with
my cock nesting along the
cleft of his ass, and I drifted into sleep, dreaming of the
time when I hoped that my cock might enter the cathedral of
his body, but determined that it would only ever be with his
complete desire for it to do so.



To be Continued......

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