Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2012 08:23:31 -0700 (PDT) From: David Peters Subject: Crosswind Grange, Part Four Usual disclaimers apply: This story is fiction and contains explicit scenes between adult and youths. If this offends, or you are underage or this is illegal where you are, do not read. All comments welcomed, flames ignored, story will continue if sufficient interest shown. Crosswind Grange, Part Four. `Where are you going?' Little Timmy whispered, propped up on one elbow on his bed. `Nowhere, go to sleep.' Timmy's bottom lip stuck out, but he said nothing as he watched Steven leave the room dressed only in his PJ's and dressing gown. He had a bit of a crush on Steven and was hoping for some bedtime games with him. Curious, he slipped out of bed and followed quietly. Steven didn't notice, his tummy was too busy tingling with excitement. He walked down dark corridors and wound his way to the back entrance. Once outside, it was only a few steps to the cottage at the back of the Grange, almost hidden away behind high and untidy bushes. He stood at the door and paused. Second thoughts were swirling around his head. Excitement vied with nervousness about what might happen. He couldn't do it. Knocking on that door was too much. He turned to leave and bumped straight in to Jim, the caretakers friend, who had come up behind him without a sound. `Hello Steven, not leaving are you?' Steven gulped and shook his head. `Good, let's go in, shall we?' Jim ushered the nervous Steven inside and closed the door behind him. Bill, the caretaker, was sitting on a large and battered sofa against the far wall watching TV. `Come over here and sit by me, Steven.' Steven couldn't help but notice how warm it was in the room, and how everything was lit by dozens of candles scattered around giving a strange and magical appearance. The flickering candlelight and the electric glow from the TV gave the caretaker an almost ghostly appearance. `Lets get that dressing gown off you, it's too warm for that. There, that's better, oh I do like those PJ's, come, sit down.' Steven sat in the middle of the sofa, his eyes widening when he saw what was on the TV. A young boy his age was on his knees, both his small hands gripping a thick adult cock that was urgently pushing in and out of his stretched lips. `You like that, Steven?' Bill said, his hand resting on Steven's leg. The picture on the TV and Bill's hand on his thigh made his heart hammer and his cock rise. `Oh, I see you do! So do I, Steven...' Bill said, patting the large bulge beneath his gown. Jim re-appeared with two drinks in hand and Steven saw he had changed into his own dressing gown as he came and sat next to him. `Have a drink, it's coke, that ok?' Steven nodded and took the glass but didn't notice the sly smile each man shared between them. Steven's throat felt dry and he gulped down the coke quickly. Almost immediately he started to feel more relaxed and rested his head against the sofa as Jim took his empty glass away. The boy on the TV still had his mouth full of cock. Bill and Jim each began to tickle and play with Steven who started giggling uncontrollably. Their hands were everywhere as he fell across their laps, squirming under the remorseless tickling. First his PJ top came off and then his bottoms were removed to leave him lying naked across both men's laps, his four-inch dick stiffly waggling about. He squirmed around until he was laying face down, his head in the caretaker's lap, his rounded bubble butt on Jim's lap. The giggling stopped as Steven felt the Jim's hand slide up his inner thigh and grasp his cock and balls in one big hand. Jim rolled the small balls together and stroked the boy's cock before pulling it so that it pointed down between his thighs. Steven felt the caretaker's cock throbbing beneath his cheek as the man stroked his back, his hand moving down and over his butt, his fingers trailing down and into the boy's cleft. The caretaker opened his gown allowing his straining cock to stand free against Steven's cheek. Steven just lay there gazing wondrously at this huge adult cock pulsing right before his eyes, the feelings in his own cock making him shiver as the caretaker's friend, Jim squeezed his hard boy-shaft. The caretaker took Steven's hand and wrapped the small fingers around the thick shaft. Steven squeezed the hard cock as best he could, his fingers not reaching around, testing the hardness. Then he stroked upwards, bunching the skin underneath the crown of the fat mushroom head, before pulling it down to the root and the bunched and fat balls. Outside, little Timmy had crept to one of the cottage's window. The curtains were closed but he found a small gap where he could peer. What he saw made his heart jump into his throat. There was Steven being tickled on the laps of the caretaker and another man. But they were also undressing him! Timmy watched as they stripped the boy, tickling and stroking him as they did so, staring at Steven's stiff boy-cock waving about being groped by the each of the two men in turn. Timmy's little dick felt very hard and he stuffed a hand inside his PJ's and started rubbing it as he watched. Steven, now lying naked, had his head on one man's lap, his legs across the other. When the caretaker took out his own big stiff cock Timmy's mouth went wide. And wider still as he watched Steven begin to stroke the huge adult cock. Timmy jumped and would have screamed but for the hand clamped over his mouth. `Little boy's shouldn't be sneaking around looking in windows, should they?' Timmy tried to squirm free but to no avail. `Don't be frightened, it's ok, I'm not going to tell or hurt you, calm down.' Timmy recognised the voice as belonging to the art teacher, Mr Jones. He stopped squirming as Mr Jones's hand went down his PJ's and cupped the small balls and stiff cocklet he found there. `Good boy, now you'd better get back to your dorm before anyone spots you out. I won't tell anyone about what you've been doing here, it'll be our secret, ok?' Timmy nodded. `Good boy, now off you go!' Timmy half-walked and half ran back to his dorm, excited and frightened all at the same time, images of Steven in the caretaker's house filling his head. Mr Jones watched him leave with a smile. That boy was keen to learn things he was just as keen to teach. The following weeks promised much. Tonight however was Steven's time. He let himself into the caretaker's house with his own key. `What do we have here!' The two men on the sofa with Steven grinned at their friend. `You like cocks don't you Steven,' the caretaker whispered into Steven's ear, `they feel nice in your hands don't they?' Steven turned his head to watch Mr Jones undressing. He still had hold of Jim's massive cock and yes; he had to admit he liked the feel and excitement of stroking a man's cock. Mr Jones had stripped to boxers that were already rudely tented. Mr Jones came closer. `Take down my boxers, Steven,' he ordered the boy. Steven sat up between the men and faced Mr Jones. He tugged at the shorts forcing the hidden cock down before pulling the elastic over the stiff cock and allowing it to spring free. Mr Jones's cock was long and slender with a pronounced upward curve, circumcised and with a small, almost pointed head. Steven took hold of it in one hand, his fingers reaching easily around this adult cock. The skin felt taught, no loose flesh like the caretaker's big cock and the balls hung large and loose below. Bill the caretaker whispered into Steven's ear, `We call Mr Jones's dick the cherry picker.' Steven hardly heard him and little understood what he meant but had no time to think about it as the caretakers friend, Jim, pulled Steven into a kneeling position on the sofa. From behind, Jim pushed Steven's legs apart and his hand slipped between, wrapping around the stiff boy-cock and pulling it so that it was forced to point down, stroking its hard four-inch length. Steven's head was spinning and his little cock tingling. The caretaker's cock was so big hot and hard and Mr Jones's cock was so different, but just as hard and hot! He felt himself push back against Jim, the man behind him, as his over-excited boy-cock was stroked harder and faster. Hands were roaming his body and Bill whispered something to him as all three men fondled him. It was just too exciting and dizzying. He looked around at the boy on the TV, his mouth full of cock. And here he was, kneeling naked on a sofa gripping two hard adult cocks, one to each small hand, his own cock being jerked by another man behind him. Suddenly his balls were engulfed in warm wetness as Jim took them into his mouth, rolling and sucking the little nuggets as he wanked the boy faster. Steven heard a low moan escape his throat; a sigh of desire and wantonness he barely understood yet his body knew. Without warning his boy-cock began to jerk and spew out a stream of youthful spunk. Steven gasped and convulsed, then cried out again as his cock was quickly engulfed in Jim's mouth and remorselessly milked, his young balls sucked dry. Steven gripped the two adult cocks to steady himself as behind him, unseen, his boy-balls were emptied of their young spunk. Dimly he knew this was only the beginning, that his balls would be emptied many more times that night.