Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 15:41:31 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: JO'S BOYS - 12

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff or allow minors access but you knew
that anyway.

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL.

Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to
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INTRODUCTION: This should have gone down on Chapter 1 but got lost in the
wash. Anyway, it's not really an Introduction more a series of excuses or
an explanation for some of the more obvious cock ups earlier in the story.

Most of the Studio aspect came from when I actually ran a photographic
studio doing pinup and other more arty work in the mid seventies and I
decided to set the story in the years when clicking, developing and
darkrooms changed over to digitals and computers. Unfortunately with a
failing memory (and it was a long time ago) I couldn't bloody well remember
when it all actually happened. I recall getting offered a knocked off VHS (
a toploader) around 1980 (?) but I couldn't remember getting my first
computer... that sort of thing, I do remember it had a RAM of 8MB which is
worth a laugh. So, to make it short, there is some confusion in the
beginning of the tale.

In the end as all weak willed people do I said: 'Sod it.' Hence, the story
is set in modern times (roughly). I hope that silences some of my more
carping critics. Regarding telling the story in the First Person from
various character's viewpoints... I like the style and it gives me the
opportunity to act like a teenager (on paper) for a while. The attitudes
expressed by the characters are their own and if they sound a bit smart now
and then, that is obviously me. If they sound as thick as planks, that is
them.

At the end of the day, I enjoy writing this smut and I hope you enjoy
reading it.





JO'S BOYS



12 - A Scouting Weekend



by



G. Cutter




Anthony

The phone kept ringing and in my haste I dropped it and the noise
ceased. Jeez, I scrabbled around and grabbed the phone, to my relief it was
Curt, thank God for that.

'Sorry, sorry,' he babbled. 'I'm leaving now.'

'Fine, I was getting worried... I'll see you in a bit.

'Hey,' he laughed softly. 'I can stay 'til eleven but dad says you have to
walk home with me just to be on the safe side.'

'No probs, get your sweet arse around here.'

'Bloody homework,' he muttered and put the phone down. Well, there was the
explanation and three hours should do the trick. I rubbed my hands like a
pervy ol' Fagin type. I'd been keyed up for this since the weekend and now
it was happening, virgin boyflesh and I was on a firm promise. Heaven had
come to St John's Wood, NW London and I was entertaining one of it's
angels. Jeez, I'm beginning to sound like a romance writer.

A last minute flap about and I turned the lights off, I dunno if anyone
spied on the place but it didn't do to advertised kids coming in and out
however innocent their visits may be. We had enough Boy Scouts in and out
that the locals must have thought this was their local Branch, however, I
was sitting all bright eyed and bushy tailed when the bell went and fingers
very firmly crossed I answered the door.

'Hi, sorry I'm late,' Curt gave me a lovely little smile and sidled in. He
looked absolutely delicious with a nice clean t-shirt on, khaki chinos and
a lightweight jacket on top. He even smelt nice as he brushed by me, I
guessed he must be fresh from the bath.

'No probs, sweety,' I grabbed his slender hips once the door was closed and
drew him to me. 'Is your dad OK with this?'

'Yeah, why not, he's not getting snogged,' he grinned. 'You and Loren are
sorta Scout NCOs and I said we were having a chat about the weekend. He's
letting Kim come for the weekend so he can't be that fussed.'

'Good,' I kissed him lightly cutting the torrent of words. 'Let's go
upstairs, I've got some WKDs in the fridge.'

'Trying to get me drunk?'

'Nah, it's a night for celebration,' I grinned as he preceded me up the
stairs to our posing lounge, our so called Studio. The destination was the
bedroom but that was by the by. I studied his tight little arse as he
climbed the stairs in front and sprung an instant stiffy, this kid was so
neat and clean, I was pleased that he seemed to have made a special
effort. Thankfully I wasn't long out of the bath as well so we'd both done
our best.

I guided him into the bedroom which doubled as a lounge and sat him down
after relieving him of his jacket. 'A WKD just to chill out... not to get
you drunk,' I offered.

'Yeah, cheers,' he looked at me and gave me the full brilliance of his
smile although I could sense he was nervous. He wasn't the only one, I'm
normally pretty laid back but this kid was something special and he was
mine for the next three hours. I knew that the Scouts finished around ten
and prayed that Loren would have the sense to go around one of his mates or
linger just a bit longer. Of course he didn't know that Curt had an
extension but Loren did tend to drag his feet on meeting nights anyway,
probably trying to swag one of the youngsters.

I decapped the bottle and handing it to him perched on the arm of his chair
ruffling his curly hair.

'Pushy, pushy,' he grinned and after taking a swig rested his hand on my
leg. 'It's funny, I'm a bit scared but looking forward to it at the same
time... you know, going to bed with someone properly for the first time.'

'Surely you've been on sleepovers with someone.'

'Yeah but not with the intention of... er, you know.'

'Well, let's sit on the bed, it's more comfortable.' I stood and took his
hand and gently as if he was cut glass guided him to the bed and sat him
down. He looked at me as I sat alongside him and this time his nervousness
really showed but I made the first move and after that it was all right. I
kissed him fully on the lips and then grasping him by the back of his neck
kissed him harder and we both slowly subsided onto the bed facing each
other and gazing at each other.

'It's so weird kissing another boy,' he blushed slightly. 'But it seems OK
with you.'

'Good,' I grinned and still clutching my bottle by the neck kicked off my
trainers and slid up the bed rather that laying across it, he did the same
and we resumed our position but this time I gently fondled him front and
centre feeling his soft boyhood stir and then begin to stiffen in my hand.

'That's nice,' he swallowed the remainder of his bottle and let the empty
fall on the floor, he then moved in and grasped me... we were off. I don't
know who was the first to go for the zips, it may even have been a tie but
a lot of giggling and fumbling later I had my hand around his now fully
hard penis with it's covering of thin cotton, my other hand was inside his
t-shirt pressing on his smooth back bringing him in tight.

'Let's get into bed,' I whispered and I know it's a pretty naff thing to
say but he smiled and broke free to remove his socks and sat upright to tug
off his shirt. Seemed he didn't want to waste any time either.

The undressing was a bit of a laugh, we both put on a sort of striptease
for each other standing either side of the bed and naked at last stood
there looking at each other like a pair of children. A nod and we tugged
back the bedding as one and slipped in and immediately went into a mass of
arms and legs, the foreplay I suppose you'd call it was fun. I just
couldn't get enough of his slender smoothness, his delciously springy
bottom, his ultra smooth inner thighs and his jerking boy cock from which I
could feel a smear. Curt was up for this big time and so was I.

'Kim's madly in love with Lorenzy, Loren that is.'

'I'm madly in love with Kim's brother,' I snuggled upto his warmth and
clasped his firm little bottom grinding our bellies together and our
erections between.

'I thought you had a full time boyfriend. Loren said you hang around with
this guy Jo, your Boss.'

'Now and then, it's a no strings thing,' I reassured him. 'I'm still
looking for Mister Right,' I crushed my lips to his and fed my aching
hardness between his smooth upper legs, he promptly clamped on it and
grabbed my bum, it seemed we both liked a bit of bottom which was fine by
me. I nuzzled at his smooth throat having a strong urge to plant a super
hickey but fought it off and traced my lips down to his dark pink nipples
sucking one and then the other.

'Perv,' he whispered trying to shove my head down his body but I knew what
he wanted and I knew what I wanted as well. Once his little titties were
slippery and sticking out like a pair of nipples should I drifted down his
smooth tautly stretched belly finally making contact with his jerking
little knob with just a trace of ooze at it's tip. He groaned with
satisfaction and pleasure as I cupped his smooth scrotum and licked the
length of his shaft and glancing up his belly slipped my lips over his
shiny glans. 'Ooooooh...' he gasped, tensed up and then relaxed and lay
with a dreamy smile on his face as I slowly and sensually ran my wet lips
up and down his jerking shaft. 'Yeah... go on,' he stroked my hair and
pushed my head down as I sucked and slurped at his sweet cock but the best
was yet to come. 'I'll cum in a bit,' he groaned.

'No you won't,' I laughingly grabbed his slippery meat and took his
shrunked scrotum in my mouth at the same time I slid my hand under his
smooth bottom and raised it a bit turning him just a little as well. As his
cheeks parted my finger slipped into his crack and my pre-lubed finger
pressed against his tight pucker and slipped inside him.

'Aaaaah,' he clamped on me and pushing into my hand with his erection and
seemed to relax at the back as my finger slowly slid in and out delving
deeper at every movement. He was beautifully slick and oh so tight as my
moving finger stretched and eased his virgin hole. 'Come on then,' he
grunted rolling onto his side with me still slowly wanking his rigid cock
and fingering his tight little boy pussy... he was ready.

I quickly smeared some of the KY onto my already weeping knobend and moved
in tight, he flinched away for a moment and then allowed my slippery
erection to slide between his cheeks and press against the soft flesh of
his willing hole.

'Anthony...' he started to say something and then froze as my englorged and
swollen glans pressed against his ring, stretched it and then parted it and
I slid into his welcoming warmth. 'Aaaaaaah...' I furiously kissed the back
of his neck as I felt my chest press against his back and almost half my
meat surrounded by his warmth and tightness nestled in the surround of his
boyish body. I was in him and there was no going back now. I withdrew a
little and then moved in again. He stayed silent but steady as I moved
again and then he pushed back just a little and I felt the small of his
back press against my belly and my pubes mash against his sweet bottom.

'Alright?' I whispered and he just giggled and pushed back in reply, that
was good enough. I removed my hand from his stiff cock and placed it flat
on his belly and made the final little shove digging as deep as I could and
pressing him back against me. We were now well and truly joined and I was
moving faster, essentially the penetration or the deflowering was over and
we were now fucking, shagging or making love, whichever one turns you on.

'I'm fine,' he groaned but there was no pain there just some sort of
satisfaction and then I made my last move. I rolled him onto his belly and
opened his legs getting between them whilst remaining totally sheathed
between his taut mounds. Parting his legs even further his snowy white orbs
rose to meet me as I slowly but surely eased his passage and stretched him
inside to accomodate my very stiff and almost aching hardness. God, I was
gonna juice this kid so much he'd wonder what the hell hit him. I dragged a
pillow down and shoved it under his crotch keeping him elevated and went
for it. Connected only by my rampaging organ and my hungry mouth I slid in
and out with soft sweaty thwacks to his springy buns and he pushed up
giving little moans and groans but pushing harder at every one of my
thrusts.

'I'm cuming,' I finally grunted.

'Oooh...' he whimpered and pushed up onto me even harder as I rammed into
his sweet body for the last time and let go. I knew it would be a good one
and it was. I felt like my whole essence was going in one almighty blast as
my penis seemed to swell even further and the relentless itch was replaced
by a burning sensation and I finally shot my bolt or should it be bolts. It
seemed to go on forever as I pressed onto him tightly and my solid and
burning cock pumped my juice deep into his body. He clamped on me and
giggled again as I offloaded and he pushed back as if wanting or even
demanding more but I was played out. I slowly moved in his spunk glutted
little passage and lay on him muching the side of his neck. 'Jeez, how much
did you cum?' He groaned and clamped on my slippery, semen coated and now
softening penis.

'Gallons, lover boy... fuckin' gallons.'

'More than usual then,' he whispered tiredly and clamping his bottom
strongly expelled me and rolled under me to face me and then it was kissy
time. Long minutes later we rolled again and I finished up on the bottom,
his own hardness slipped between my legs and his belly slowly moved on my
cum stained and spent love muscle (love that bit).

'The Empire Strikes Back,' he declared dramatically.

'You alright?'

'Yeah. Why not?' He smiled down at me. 'I could get to like doing it with
you but don't tell anyone,' he suddenly looked serious. 'Just you, me and
the kid bros.'

'Kim?'

'Kim knows,' he grinned. 'He's been after my bottom for yonks but he never
got there the sex mad little prick but he knows.'

'Loren's after him.' I thought he probably knew but it was about time to
give him the news officially.

'Loren will probably get him as well,' he laughed and slowly moved between
my legs. 'We can do a trade, Kim for Loren, Loren for Kim,' he gazed at me
with his dark grey eyes which seemed a different shade every time I
looked. 'Kid brother swopping.'

'Loren's his own man but I should think it's probably crossed his mind
already,' I laughed and clamped myself hard on his moving prong clasping
his tight little bottom in my hands as it slowly moved. God's Teeth, it was
only half past eight and I could feel my slippery and stained sex
thickening up again. I had to let him have his dues and then I was going
again, I was determined. I was in love... again. 'I shall show you how a
full frontal works,' I grabbed the sides of his head and dragged him down
for a kiss. 'Wanna fuck?'

His savage kiss and then his broad confident grin was enough. I stationed
him in a kneeling position at my rump as I brought my knees upto my chest
and presented him with a target. He didn't need any lube, I was sweaty and
he was now smeary and slippery and I guided his hot cock down to my equally
hot boy fanny. This was going to be good.

'Gently and don't go mad,' I breathed as I felt his boy sized erection hot
in my hand and his slippery knob press against me. 'Slowly...'

What a good boy. He stared straight into my eyes as his hips moved in and I
felt his stiffness open me up and he was in. 'Jeez,' he moaned and suddenly
smiled when he realised that he was actually in another's body, he was now
the man, the top and he was in charge. He withdrew a little and then he was
on the move, he held my hips and began to fuck getting in tight and taking
short jabs as fast as he could. He'd learn to take it easy in time but this
was his first and he just wanted to get his rocks off, he wanted to
score. Huffing and puffing he climaxed in no time at all and I felt a bit
let down but he'd improve in time and I'd be there for him, I think he did
two decent squirts maybe even three but there was enough for me to feel it
as he finished with a slow in and out as if unwilling to withdraw. I knew
exactly how he felt as I cuddled his sweaty body and stroked his smooth and
now sweaty flanks.

'That was incredible,' he pulled a face as my legs slipped down his back
and his noodle slipped free. 'We going to do it again?' He asked like a
little boy.

'Yeah,' I showed him my teeth and rolled him over folding his legs back and
pressing his knees down to his chest. I gazed at his puffy and slightly
sore looking ring with the smears and trace of my last fuck clearly in
evidence and shuffled in.

'No,' he giggled uncontrolably and flathanded my belly. 'I meant another
day.'

'Of course, we are. All weekend,' I lowered my hips and virtually just
glided into his sweet little honeypot. His eyes opened wide and a big grin
came over his face as my lips came down onto his and my body joined with
his again. This time it was hard work, I suppose I was just demonstrating
my virility or something sad but I pounded his sweet arse into a pudding as
I whacked in and out hard enough to rattle his teeth. He didn't seem to
mind though and his quite strong legs clamped around my waist in a scissors
grip but I pressed on feeling the advent of a heart attack at any moment
but I couldn't stop. Although well greased and spunked up he was still as
tight as a drum and still wonderful sex. This time he really let himself go
and it was all the old moany moany and touchy feely. I loved it, I hate
mechanical sex, I like it dirty and and (blush, blush) as near to Loren as
I can get it. This kid, my pretty Curty fitted the bill all the way
and... the brat was as hard as a poker again with his four incher or
whatever jerking up and down on his flat belly. Wunderbar as the Krauts
would say. Sod the beerfests I'd go for boyfests everytime.

'Jeeesus,' He laughed as I slipped right out and with a fumble slid right
back in again. 'Stop, stop...' I ignored him, the heat of the rut was on me
and I could feel what little juice I had available burning in my balls and
it finally squirted. I think he went crosseyed (or was it me) as I fell on
him and felt old faithful jerk and spew what I'd consider a decent cum
under the circumstances.

'I'm shagged,' I gasped sliding on his absolutely sweat drenched belly and
slipping from his still clinging little fanny.

'I should think so,' he stroked my back wetly as I moved slowly on his hot
boy cock. 'Please...'

I knew what he wanted and crouching up wiped his privates dry with a
handtowel and ducked onto him like a gannet after a juicy fish (sorry, I
meant boy). Four inches doesn't seem a lot but when a randy schooly who's
just learnt how to use it is trying to shove it down your throat it can be
quite a healthy morsel. Anyway, I gave him the works, the best I could do,
the sucks, the little tickles the ball jiggling... the whole nine yards as
they say and eventually he grunted and squirted his second coming of sweet
kiddy slime down my throat.

'Anthony...' he stared at me. 'That was soooo fuckin' WICKED,' he clutched
me like he was trying to crack my ribs but I didn't care.

'T'was, wasn't it.' I agreed and we lay in the totally disgusting bed until
we both came to our senses. 'Go to the bathroom and then run the bath.' I
was back in command mode.

'Shame I have to go home,' he sat on the bed and looked at me. I know he
wanted the impossible and that was a sleepover but regarding that it was a
non runner, no chance at all but Friday was only two nights away and we did
have a weekend in a tent even if we did have company.

'Tomorow's another day,' I responded rather tritely. I didn't want to give
him the idea I was getting rid of him but I had to have him home and before
his curfew, there would be other nights but nothing quite like this
Wednesday evening. 'Abortion and bath, sweety. I'll give you five.'

'Inches?' He laughed.

'Minutes.'

As far as we were concerned the night was over, we shared the bath but we
were so drained that neither of us could raise another hard but it was
worth a giggle. I even did a close up inspection of his little ring which
amused him greatly but it was undamaged, no splits, no little tears. We go
dried off and dressed and walked around his house making his curfew by a
good ten minutes. I actually got dragged in for a cup of tea and a cros
examination on the weekend but all the parental concern seemed to be for
the kid brother, the angelic Kim. Little did they know. In the end I got to
wend my weary way home.

Loren was jumping around like a blue arsed fly, Florian was due back in the
afternoon and of course he was coming here and not going home to Putney so
it looked like I had one night in my own bed before being evicted to the
Studio again. Mum and dad had gone to bed so we had the chance to have a
quiet natter.

'How'd you get on?' Loren asked eagerly. 'Did ya do the biz?'

'Yeah, twice,' I felt rather smug.

'Looks like love,' Loren grinned. 'By the way, Jim Phelps has dropped out
of the weekend.'

'Shit, we need eight to make it pay. We need to settle the driver, pay for
the site and food...'

'Not to worry, one of the younger ones wants to come. I got his twenty quid
tonight and his mum signed the thingy.'

'Really,' I grinned. 'Good ol' Lorenzo.'

'My natural charm,' he grinned. 'One problem though.'

'What's that?'

'This Sean Brady fancies me, I'm sure of it.'

'Oh Jeez,' I held my head in my hands. 'Not another one?'

'Yeah, I'm afraid so,' he smirked. 'I thought of buddying him up with
Florian as I'm sure Green and Seymour are close pals and you know what I
mean by close.'

'Yeah, the first night will sort out the sheep from the goats.'

'The goodies from the baddies,' he giggled. He stood and yawned and looked
around my small room. 'Wanna bit of company tonight?'

'I'm bloody well worn out Renzo.'

'Sleep on your side and think of England,' he laughed and outlined his
penis in his dark green uniform trousers, the rancid little twit was as
hard as a pole.

'Don't wake up mum and dad,' I bowed to the inevitable and slung the
bedding back. At least the bed wasn't like the one in the Studio, which
resembled a swamp, that's the bed not the Studio by the way. As usual
Lorenzo was a loving brother in more ways than one.

We went around The Hut on Thursday night which wasn't particularly
dedicated to any age group just a mix'n match night. We took the nicely
sunburned Florian around to introduce him and he seemed to lap it all
up. Bloody kids everywhere. I was quite popular having been missing for
some time and I met a few old friends. I explained that work training was
taking up a lot of time and a few of them got quite excited when I told
them I worked at a photographic studio although I put it around that I was
mainly concerned with the officerworking and dogsbody side of
things. Towards the end of the evening I got our little mob together, that
was the weekend campers by the way.

Curt was there looking disappointed that I wasn't sparing him more time but
his kid brother Kim apparently was at home for the night. I had a chat with
Dave Green and Will Seymour who were either thirteen or fourteen and I
think I agreed with Loren, they were some sort of an item but the body
language suggested wank buddies at the very least. I also met Sean Brady
who was twelve and looked a right little thug. He looked like a miniature
boxer and Loren fancied him, I could see it in the little prick's eyes. He
was besotted... brilliant. My kid brother was taking his boyfriend and two
mini concubines and he and Florian were plotting and planning, I'd be
watching that pair like a bloody hawk.

Mind you, I quite liked the Brady kid, in all honesty, boxer or not he
wasn't big enough to really cause problems and I did notice he was quite a
smiler not all doom and gloom as some tough little nuts put across. Anyway,
we got in a huddle over some soft drinks and I explained who was in what
tent and no one seemed too concerned. Well, on the chums and bums front all
the pairs were paired, the only odd couple were Sean Brady and Florian but
I could see Florian had an interest and they seemed to be getting on OK,
Dave and Will didn't contribute too much just nodding and smiling when they
had to.

I suppose I should introduce Dave and Will, apparently they were neighbours
and had been mates since they were very small children. It turned out that
they were both fourteen and even had their birdays no more than three weeks
apart. They were a perfect example of the attraction of opposites; Dave was
a slender blonde and Will was about the same build as I was, he was also
blonde but had a flat top and kept it long at the back, Dave's was just a
mess, if I had the choice which I probably wouldn't get I'd go for Dave
Green, there was that certain something. I also agreed with Loren, they
were wanking buddies at least... still, that was their concern.

For the boys new to this sort of thing I explained the setup at the site
and they all paid heed which was gratifying, as a Troop Leader you get so
used to talking to kids and they promptly turn off, this little gang all
listened.

'We should get there around seven and the main job is finding out where
they've put us and getting the tents up.' I was waiting for Loren to say
something stupid but for once he held his peace. 'We get our gear into out
tents and then we can go to the main cafeteria and get our evening cocoa
and biccies or whatever they're dishing out. We'll see the other campers
then although I believe there's only another two groups which are similar
to ours.

'Mmmmm. Can't we do our own fire and cookup?' Sean asked.

'Basically we pay for them to do a cooked breakfast, a lunch and then a tea
and night snack. However, we can have our own little fire and do extras so
we'll probably get a small fire going and have a brew up later. Next to the
cafeteria is a shower block and toilets, so no digging latrines.'

'Hope we're not to far away from the bogs,' Dave Green laughed. 'We were
miles away last time... talk about crapping in the woods,' he gave a
snigger.

'Hope we're not too close,' his partner Will grinned. 'They stink.'

'Well we'll see if we get an option sitewise, if we do I'm gonna go for the
one right on top of the river. If the weather holds it'll be nice.'

'Nice for skinnydipping if the sun's out.' Dave laughed and looked
around. 'Sort out the men from the boys.'

I looked at Loren and smiled, I seemed to remember him making a similar
remark the other night. Mind you, skinnydipping on a sunny afternoon is a
great way to get the juices bubbling.

'True,' I looked at them all. 'Let's keep our fingers crossed for some
decent weather but one other thing...'

They all looked at me probably wondering if I was going to give them a list
or rules and regulations which I wasn't. 'Nights will get cold at this time
of year. Who saw The Day After Tomorrow... the new Ice Age film?'

They all looked mystified for a moment and then all nodded. So far so good.

'You may remember the scene where the young hero has to go under water to
the telephone and surfaces freezing and his girlfriend cuddles him for body
warmth.' Cue for sniggers, these were teeny boys don't forget. 'Right. We
shall work a buddy system for the weekend and the pairings are... Dave and
Will, Florian and Sean, Loren and little Kim who isn't here and myself and
Curt. I can assure you that if it gets extra cold doubling up on your joint
bedding and getting into a clinch may be smelly but it's a damn sight
better than freezing to death.'

They all looked at me bewildered for a moment and then the grins and the
giggles began.

'Mr Carter said we weren't to share sleeping bags last time,' Dave Green
finally spoke with a red face.

'This is Autumn, I'm in charge not Mr Carter... if you don't tell I won't.'
I looked at him and then around the table. 'Keep it quiet but I don't want
any of you walking around like frozen turds all day long. Sleep warm. If
you don't want to bunk in with your mate, then take extra blankets.'

Well, that had told them and I was feeling quite pleased with
myself. Provided they kept their mouths shut they had carte blanche for any
hanky panky they had planned and I was quite sure my lot had. The main
point was to clear the decks (cliche time again) for the second tent, Loren
and myself would be doubling up with partners anyway, my brief just gave
Florian and his tent the leeway to spread their wings a little.

'Hope you don't fart in bed,' Sean grinned at Florian and Flore smiled in
return. There was one happy bunny and the mini boxer had actually made the
first move. Anything or nothing may happen between them but at least they
would be sharing bedding, that was a foregone conclusion.

'We've got to make a move,' Dave Green declared. 'What time tomorrow?' He
looked at me.

'Five thirty which is a bit early but gives us time to get sorted out.'

'Fine,' he and his mate stood. 'We're looking forward to it,' he grinned
and away they went.

'Looking forward to the double bed bit more like,' Loren said. Well, he had
to didn't he. That brought another snigger from the Brady kid, it looked
like Florian may get lucky after all. If he didn't get any sex I was damn
sure he'd get a grope and a cuddle.

'We making a move?' I looked at Loren.

'Nah,' he looked at his lover. 'I'm gonna intro Florian around, he might
even join up.'

'Right,' I looked at them. 'I'm staying around the Studio and I'll catch up
with you tomorrow.'

'I'll walk over with you if you're going to make some cocoa,' Curt piped up
giving me one of his sexy looks.

'Yeah. I am. Fancy a mug...?' I looked at Sean Brady just on impulse you
understand.

'Can I?' He looked astonished as if returning to one's workplace at nine
o'clock at night for cocoa was unusual... not on my planet it wasn't. I did
notice that Curt didn't seem too happy but there you go, you can't please
'em all, all the time but I thought the Brady kid was quite sweet if a
little thuglike.

'Come on then.' We said out final goodbyes to Loren, Florian and some of
the other kids and we were on our way.

Curt was hanging onto me like he owned me and Sean was walking the other
side. I knew what Curt wanted but tonight wasn't his night, I just wanted
to get rid of them both and get to bed unfortunately it had only just gone
nine and I assumed they both had at least another hours freedom. At the
Studio I hustled them both upstairs taking the opportunity to study Sean's
rather tight little bottom in his scruffy jeans, depending how the weekend
turned out he was a likely candidate for our little club. He was nice, I
liked him but I had a near love job with Curt so I was in a bit of a
quandry. I ushered them into our scruffy, bedroom, cum lounge cum sitting
room and Curt sprawled on the bed making himself at home and Sean perched
in one of the chairs nervously eyeballing everything in sight. I busied
myself making three nice thick cocoas, summer was on it's last legs and
there was a definite chill in the air. The double beds might not have been
such a bad idea after all.

'Do you do pictures in here?' Sean had obviously spotted the lamps and
tripods shoved up in the corner.

'Only the informal ones,' I shouted from the kitchen. 'We do all the posh
stuff in the Studio next door.'

'What sort of stuff do you do?'

'Physique and naturalist stuff as a sideline but weddings, babies and
family pets for bread and butter.' That was a downright lie as the smirking
Curt well knew. We did exactly the reverse but Sean didn't need to know
that right now.

'Gotcha,' Sean grinned at me as I came out of the kitchen alcove with the
cocoa mugs and a plate loaded with biscuits. Talk about a pair of
wolves... biscuit wolves that is. Poor ol' Sean didn't know what day it
was, here he was in a room with a scruffy bed, a load of photographic gear
and young Curt rolling around as if he was on heat which he probably was.

'What's physique and naturalist?'

'Nudes,' Curt supplied putting his foot right in it.

'What... no clothes?'

'Yeah but poses, no gratituous flashing private bits,' I provided trying to
rescue the situation.

'Much,' Curt sniggered. Tell you what, that boy was really looking for a
slap or a good shagging.

'Let's see some then,' Sean asked eagerly.

'I'll see what I can find,' I stood up giving Curt the dirtiest look I
could manage and he had the grace to look sheepish. I must admit I wasn't
very happy with him and Jo would be bloody furious. He spent so much time
telling us that anyone even on the fringe of 'the Firm' as he called us had
to be treated with extreme caution and Curt had done exactly the
opposite. We needed a very close one to one after this boy was out of the
way.

The galleries I drew up on the computer were of Alex, Leo and the lads down
at Lewes and they were all panty jobs and outdoor nudes, nothing out of
order and all kids that neither Curt nor Sean would recognise. The reaction
from Sean was surprising, he had only a passing interest in the panty shots
but the nudes had him over the moon. I was watching his blue clad crotch
from over his shoulder and he was perking, I could distinctly see his
pointy pants. I glanced at Curt and he gave me a knowing nod, perhaps he'd
been useful after all although we were still on dodgy ground. This was the
sort of news that needed passing onto Florian as he would be doing the
'buddy' bit with the kid over the weekend.

'Better make a move, I suppose,' Sean looked at the screen
regretably. ''Time flies when you're having fun.'

'Yeah, I gotta late pass,' Curt grinned, he obviously had no intention of
moving.

'Come on Sean I'll let you out. He bade goodnight to Curt and heavy footed
clomped down the stairs although he spared me a word before I let him out.

'I'd like to see the others sometime.'

'What others?'

'Well, logcal progression,' he spoke like a maths teacher. 'Pants, nudes
and then...' Smart kid.

'Perhaps when we know each other better,' I grinned and unlocked the
door. Perhaps I'd said to much but he seemd quite intelligent for his
twelve years of was it thirteen? I don't know but with a juvenile's
attention span he'd probably forgotten all about the pictures by the
morning.

Back upstairs I found Curt on the computer but he'd gone through the files
and had got down to Dennis and Patric down at Lewes and these certainly
weren't nature shots. I could have kicked myself, I should have turned the
bloody thing off before seeing Sean out.

'You're going where you shouldn't,' I crept up behind him and kissed the
back of his neck. 'And thanks for feeding Sean a bit to much.'

'He had a hardon,' he pointed out craning his head around for a kiss. 'I've
got an hour.'

'So have I,' I pulled him to his feet.

'Goody,' he stepped back falling on the bed and taking me with him. 'Good
job your brother and his mate are around at your house.'

'Isn't it?' I grinned and ran my hand under his shirt stroking his smooth
belly and this time kissing him fully on his sweet lips.

'I've only got an hour,' he whispered reaching out and fondling my crotch
and feeling my hardness. One problem with meeting nights at the Scouts, all
the eye candy got me as hard as a rock and Curt was pretty much the icing
on the cake. I stripped him off leaving his beautiful body naked at last
spread on the bed with his boy's cock sticking straight up his belly with
just the trace of a dribble from his pee slit to his smooth tummy. 'Come
on,' he groaned and rolled over onto his front spreading his legs affording
me a glimpse of his dark pink pucker. I hurriedly flung my clothing off and
quickly anointed my aching cock and knelt between his legs.

Sliding my knees inside his I spread his legs even further raising his
bottom and without and further messing around located his yielding ring and
pushed.

'Aaaaaah.........,' he wailed as I slipped straight in forcing open his
tight little sphincter and entered his tightly hot flesh in one slow
thrust. 'You bastard,' he moaned but with an eye on the clock I was already
moving in and out until my belly nestled in the small of his back and my
pubics pressed against his soft bottom. 'Yeah, go on,' he moaned pushing up
onto my slow almost lazy thrusts. Great sex that boy, he did all the right
things, pushing up and clamping on me as I thrust in until we had a
beautifully fluid motion going and I felt the heat stirring at the root of
my erection.

It finished as it always does in a flurry of slapping flesh a series of
moans and the glorious release of the pumping. The actual voiding, the
spurting and the jerking as your hardness releases it's thick spunk into
your partner's willing body.

'Jeez,' he giggled into the pillow. 'You're some sort of cum machine. I
love flattery, I took a couple of final squishy digs and slid free flipping
him over and dropping my head. He was silent at last as I sank my mouth
over his straining boy's penis and took it right into the back of my
throat. He didn't last long, I swallowed and gobbled his squirts of thin
boy cum until he begged me to stop. It was over and we still had time for a
cuddle and kiss.

I walked him home although I was beginning to feel like a regular
boyfriend, I needed to watch it as his parents would begin to suspect the
worse and that wouldn't do. I left him at the garden gate reminding him to
do his check list on the morrow and be around The Hut with all his kit at
the appointed time, we still had a few odds and ends to sort out. After
that I wended my way home to my lonely bed, thank Christ. Enough was enough
even for Super Stud.


							::::::::::

Lorenzo

Well, I'd had a good night with Florian and still being the Half Term we
lazed about for most of the day skirting around what we'd been upto whilst
away from each other until mum and dad banished us around to the Studio
which was beginning to be a second home. For once Jo was there and showed
us his plans for the refurbishment of the upper floors. By the time it was
finished it would be better than Freddy's place and it had another floor
although currently the top floor was out of action. I think the idea was to
make the upper floor a self contained flat but we were a bit too excited
about the upcoming weekend to get into it too much.

Anthony sat there and we reviewed progress which was all peachy as far as
Jo was concerned. He was pleased with what we'd done of Curt and was very
interested in both Kim and Sean although he did advise us to treat them
with kid gloves (I liked that one... kid's, get it). He loaned us two
cameras to take with us but he wouldn't trust us with a camcorder which was
wise of him.

Anyway, we were all at The Hut for which Anthony had keys and we began to
get the gear out into the yard for Mr Green's lorry. The trip was only an
hour although we might be a bit delayed with the out of town traffic being
a Friday night. Florian was dead keen to get it on with Sean as he put it
and I was just as keen to have a fumble with Kim so we both had challenges
and, in fact, Curt and Kim were the next ones to roll up followed by Sean
with a backpack bigger than he was. We sat around and had a natter until
Will Seymour turned up and after that Dave Green complete with dad and
truck.

We stashed the two tents and the mess tent onboard followed by the bedding
we were taking and then our personal packs and we were off. Amazing the
amount of gear eight kids would need for just a weekend. It must have been
murder in the old days when they went by ox cart or whatever. I mean to say
we didn't have to dig latrines, we could have hot showers and they even
provided basic meals which just left us to play at camping basically. The
forecast was also good for the time of year and by the time Mr Green was
ready we were raring to go. Anthony squeezed in the front being top man
with Dave and his dad and away we went.

I was trying to suss out Will Seymour on the way but he didn't have too
much to say, he looked like an older edition of Sean. The blonde buzz cut
and a sort of hard face like another young boxer but he was OK just missing
his mate I suppose. Curt and Kim were acting like a pair of schoolies which
was fair enough and I knew my brother was now firmly fucking Curt every ten
minutes. I wondered if little Kim knew. Florian took the chance to chat up
young Sean who was to be his 'buddy' for the weekend and as both of them
knew exactly nothing about camping it wasn't a bad pairing. He sort of grew
on you, he wasn't pretty and I suppose pleasantly ugly would do it, at
least that was how Florian described him, I think my loverboy fancied the
little thug. I kept giving Kim the eye but he kept close to his big
brother.

Anthony had said that he had a suspicion that the kid was a goer but Curt
was a bit close mouthed on the subject other than to say the brat pulled
his plonker at every opportunity he could get and that sounded promising at
least.

We drew into the camping site just before seven so we'd made good
time. Anthony booked in and paid up and to our delight or as far as the old
timers were concerned we were allocated the site right on the river bank or
pretty near to it. We were told the final supper snacks were one hour hence
and after Mr Green offloaded and left we were on our own, on our great
adventure.

We got the tents organised either side of the mess tent in a bit of a semi
circle so that we could have our campfire in the centre. By the time we got
this lot organised we wandered over to the rather scruffy cafeteria and met
the other guys who were on site. There were twelve from a South London
Troop who featured around fifty percent of young sooties and some were
pretty tasty and there were another eight due in Saturday morning who were
local boys.

After the cocoa and biscuits and a bit of fraternising with the other mob
we went back to our little site and as the night was drawing in we started
work again as we still needed to sort out our bedding and our own fire for
a bit of a cosy before bed. We had our own gear for making our own drinks
and knowing how Anthony made cocoa I'm sure we'd have liquid cement before
zed time.

A right hoot in the tent. They were six berthers officially so no shortage
of space and by the time I tore the rather shy Kim away from his brother
Curt, Anthony had already piled all the stuff up in a sort of barrier down
the middle trying to make two bedrooms. Small chance and no chance there,
the way we all blundered around under canvas the place was like a rubbish
tip in no minutes flat... great stuff.

'Whatcha doing?' Kim asked his brother as our tent partners busied
themselves on their side of the tent.

'Making a bloody bed,' Curt shuffled around trying to sort out the mess he
was getting in.

'A double bed?'

'Oh, leave it out,' Curt snapped. 'It's gonna be cold tonight and you know
what Anthony said... huddle and snuggle.'

'Is that allowed?' Kim looked at me uncertainly.

'Gotta beat freezing,' I looked at him. 'Anyway, kiddo, your choice. Freeze
or snuggle.'

'Snuggle it is,' he laughed much to my relief and we started to make some
sort of bed together. Bed is a rather loose term, shambles seemed more apt
but it would do. If it got too cold overnight we could finish up as a
foursome. In the end it was done and even in a six berther it's hard to do
things when there are four of you all in at the same time. I'm sure anyone
who's ever done any camping will know that a tent is for sleeping in and
doing a huddle if it's raining. The things aren't designed for gymnastics
and full time occupation. Towards the end of it a red faced Florian stuck
his head in rubbing his hands.

'Getting cold out here,' he grinned. 'Snuggle time,' he cast his eyes over
the scruffy bed setup. 'Dave and Will are getting a fire going.'

Well, at least he was on first name terms with his fellow campers.

'How's about Sean?'

'He's pretending to be a backpack,' Florian laughed and Sean's face
appeared over his shoulder.

'I was coming over to see if you needed any help.' Anthony was still
struggling with his dividing wall which seemed to fall down every five
minutes, why he bothered was anybodies guess, perhaps he wanted to shield
Kim from the facts of life. 'Got your beds sorted out?'

'Yeah, sweet,' Florian grinned and Sean's face appeared again also bearing
a broad grin. It seemed they were getting on OK at last. 'Dave and Will
doubled up their bed just like that.'

'They were going to anyway, they tried it last time but got told
off... they told me,' Sean provided in an overloud whisper from the
rear. 'They're buddies.'

'Right...' Anthony let it pass but I could see his evil little mind ticking
over, he was already thinking cameras and pictures and we hadn't even
settled in yet. 'How's that fire coming along?'

'Great.' Sean's voice came from a distance and then Florian
disappeared. Kim scrambled over and looked from the opening, the next
minute he wriggled out and was gone. I took a look and saw that the fire
was struggling but like any bunch of kids they were all crouched around
puffing and blowing. I also noticed that it was a lot darker, another half
an hour it would be as black as a coalmine.

'Better get the tent lamps sorted out pretty quick,' I advised Anthony as
he and Curt lay silent in the gloom well out of the way of prying eyes.

'You can do that, Renzo. I've got my hands full,' Anthony spoke very
quietly and I heard Curt snicker. Yeah, I bet I had a bloody good idea what
his hands were full of as well. I got the lamps which were the gas type
things and lit two on low power and stuck them in the mess tent, we could
have one to each tent when we eventually split for the night. These were
the Scout Association approved versions so they were perefectly safe, fool
proof as the little booklet said and that sounded just about right for
idiot kids.

Dave and Will as campers of experience already had a billy of water warming
up on the so far mediocre fire and Florian and Sean were making a pig's ear
of preparing eight of the old enamel mugs. I should think there was more
cocoa and sugar going onto the fire than in the mugs but I gave them ten
out of ten for enthusiasm. In the end we made like proper Scouts, we sat
around noticeably in our buddy pairings and just stared at the fire and
carried on with a desultory conversation. I don't know about the others but
I was pretty keen on getting into bed with the little angelic Kim and see
just how much of an angel he was. We were in the 'good' tent, Florian would
have a harder job with young Sean although the kid looked ready to go. I
really think Florian had made a hit as I saw the other two, Dave and Will
keep giving him calculating looks.

It was quite early when it started to get cold at least it was for us big
city boys. It was around nine and as black as the hobs of hell when Anthony
did a dramatic arm stretching yawn and declared he was just about ready for
bed. We were on an exploratory run in the morning and much to my suprise
the coloured boys had challenged us to a six a side football match in the
afternoon after lunch. Hey, hey, communal showers or a splash around in the
river if it was warm enough.

'Yeah,' I'm shagged as well,' Florian spoke out and started to collect the
mugs.

'Not yet,' the voice came out of the darkness and raised a laugh, I'm
bloody sure it was Will Seymour but he and chum were looking all
innocent. I think at that stage everyone knew what was going to happen
overnight. Dave Green and Will Seynour had initially come across as
straight little Scouts but I think they were far from that, I think they
were an item big time... never mind, our own little spy Florian would find
out overnight.

Anthony and Will grabbed one of the gas lights apiece and both disappeared
into their respective tents leaving tentmates to follow. I looked at the
dying fire and by the time my eyes had adjusted I saw Kim wandering towards
the river bank.

'Watch it, Kim,' I spoke out. 'Don't fall in.' I heard something about the
kiss of life and followed. I really didn't mind giving the little shit the
kiss of life but I didn't want a soggy boy in my bed as well.  'I though
you'd be tired after all the excitement.'

'I thought the excitement was to come.' I saw his teeth flash in the near
darkness.

'Whatever you're up for,' I spoke quietly enough although the others were
in their tents now, even Florian had disappeared probably keen to get under
the blankets with young Sean.

'Brrrr, it's getting cold,' he shivered and rubbed his hands. 'Gonna be a
cold night.'

'All down to a bit of snuggling, buddy,' I wrapped my arm around him and he
giggled as he pressed against me.

'Come on then, let's do it,' he glanced up at me and almost dragged me to
the tent. As he knelt to crawl in I followed, I almost had my nose up his
tight little bottom but with luck we'd do better than that after everyone
was asleep. God, I do hope he wasn't just a teaser. He was bloody gorgeous
and it'd break my heart if he started getting hysterical as soon as I
touched him. I know I'd given him a little suck in the bedroom at the
studio but in spite of his remark there he'd done nothing for me in the
bathroom other than play around and touch. I was after the jackpot tonight.

Inside the tent Anthony and Curt were in a huddle and I could see their
clothing strewn around on top of their bedding, I assumed they'd turned in
naked although I couldn't be sure.

'This is cosy,' Curt gave me and his brother a grin, he snuggled upto
Anthony and gave a dramatic shiver, Anthony gave a self satisfied smirk.

Kim started to remove his trainers and socks preparatory to the great
adventure until his brother advised him to keep his socks on. Frostbite
wasn't very pleasant we were told. Well, I knew it was going to get chilly,
in fact, it already was but I think frostbite was a bit over the top. Kim
took heed anyway and by the time we both attempted to get into snuggle mode
we were still in our tees and briefs, not forgetting the socks. My thoughs
were that if we did really get warmed up the clothing would soon go.

Anthony turned the lamp off and there was silence. I felt Kim move in and
then his body pressed against mine. 'Brrr...' he whisperd and I felt one of
his hands slip down and I sneaked an arm around him slipping it down his
back until I found the gap between his t-shirt and his little
briefs. 'Mmmmm...' he snuggled in even closer.

'Oooh,' I heard a groan the other side of the tent, it was the sound of
pleasure pain and then I heard another groan and more. Those two bastards
were joining already I was sure of it. When I hear two contented sighs and
straining my ears heard the sounds of stealthy movements I was sure of it.

'What they doing?' Kim whispered and I felt his warm breath on my ear.

'Being naughty.'

He giggled again and pulled the blankets up scrunging himself into a foetal
position, his bare knee rubbed against my groin but it wasn't accidental,
it was a regular movement and my semi erection popped to full
strength. 'It's not all that cold now.' His knee continued to gently
massage me and my hand moved down a little on his bare flesh. I felt his
sweet litle bottom slip into my grasp and he gave a contented sigh. A quick
shuffle and I could feel him slip his briefs off and then his naked bottom
half straighten and he pressed up against me, his bared little stiffy
rubbed up against the cotton on my briefs and I carefully slipped them down
so that we both lay half naked in a close embrace.

The silent action from the other pair had ceased to be silent, Curt was
moaning almost inaudible but Anthony was grunting and finally I heard the
sound of sweaty flesh slapping together.

'They're keeping warm,' Kim whispered and then giggled, he then turned his
back on me ramming his sweet bottom onto my stiffness, I couldn't believe
it, the kid was offering already. Perhaps he'd taken tips from his brother
but he was about to get one from me pretty soon. 'Go on, try it,' he
muttered as I lay against his back with my prong between his tiny cheeks
not trying to score but intent in feeding it between his ultra smooth
thighs.

Sod it, I rummaged around in complete darkness until a hand reached out of
nowhere and I felt a tube. 'There you go, bro.' This was followed by a
joint snigger and then the almost silent sex continued.

'What was that?' Kim spoke out loud.

'Never you mind, sweetnuts,' I answered, it seemed a bit of nonsense
whispering with our two brothers shagging away just about eighteen inches
away and from the noise of it beginning to get into it big time.

'Go with the flow,' Curt croaked. I don't know if he was speaking to me or
Kim but it seemed good advice.

'What they doing?' Kim asked again impatiently.

'Shagging,' Curt said bluntly.

'Oh,' Kim fell silent for a moment and then sniggered. 'Dirty sods.' He
then wriggled his smooth bum back against me and that was the last straw. I
uncapped the tube and squeezed a dollop of the lube on my fingers and
without any more messing around slipped my fingers between his thigh
cheeks. 'Oooooh,' he wailed and then basically froze as I rubbed the stuff
into his crack and smeared it across his tiny pucker. 'Feels alright,' he
muttered and then gasped as I slid a finger into his fantastically tight
and hot little hole. He must have been primed well, he just lay silent
giving a little moan now and then as I well and truly finger fucked him and
also coated up his perineum toying with his tight little balls and then
back to his tiny hole. 'Try it,' he croaked.

'You sure?' Stupid thing to say, I hated myself for giving him a way out
but it didn't matter.

'You want fuck me...,' he mumbled and wriggled back onto my oily
hand. 'You've got to suck me 'til I cum though.'

'Deal,' I slipped my hand free and holding my dick steady with one hand
reached around to his front and grabbed his smaller one and gently toyed
with it as I moved in. He gave a sort of a warble which brought more
sniggers from the other pair and then I felt resistance as I pushed against
his tight little pucker. A moan from him and a gasp from me and he was
broached. I felt his incredibly tight little ring stretch and open as I
pushed and my swolled knob entered his tight heat.

'Aaaah...' he groaned and bit the blanket as I moved in a little more and
then easing it out a little pushed in again, he opened up with a dramatic
groan and we were away. I took him very slowly and gently sinking in little
by little until I found my stiffness totally surrounded by his tight flesh
and he settled back against my belly with a little sigh.

'Alright,' I whispered in his ear.

'Yeah,' he replied and craned his head around and my lips sought his for a
sloppy kiss. His little peg was as hard as a pipe and I continued to toy
with it and play with his balls keeping him on the boil and his mind off my
meat lodged in his arse by the way. 'Yeah,' he repeated and wriggled back
onto me as I moved in and out ever so slowly letting him get used to a boy
in his bottom. A first for him and I didn't think it was going to be his
last, he was too easy and too eager, now he'd done it, he'd be at it again
before the weekend was over.

God, he was so tight and I was getting into my stride now, one hand playing
with his oily little penis and the other under him pulling him in tight
until I felt my juices boil up.

'Woooh,' he giggled and pushed himself back onto me so hard he almost
winded me but right then I came. I gasped with relief kissing and lapping
at his slender neck as I felt my cock jerk within him, and my hot boy's
spunk surge into his once virgin passage. 'Yeuch,' he moaned. 'You cum in
me, I felt it.' All the same he wriggled back on me as I completed my
little bit of loving in the pitch black and fully aware of the other two
who must have been well past their climax by now.

''Just lay still,' I whispered as he tried to slip free, his dick was as
hard as a nail and I had promised to suck him after all. I carefully
slippepd free from his battered ring and rolled him over wiping his own
stiff organ clean and giving it a gentle lick across the knob with my
tongue. He shuddered and then that giggle again as he grabbed my head and
started fucking my mouth like a loony. Good job it was little he could have
choked me but no danger of that. I coped, holding his slender hips as they
thrust to and fro and in the end I heard him give a strangled moan and then
a couple of mini splashes. It was good for a lad his size, it was a genuine
cum, I know the taste well enough and as he went limp I suckled him until
the thing limpened and reverted to dead noodle.

'I'm exhausted,' he whispered a bit too loudly.

'So are we,' his brother laughed from the other side of the backpacks.

'Lorenzo the Magnificent strikes again,' my brother said dryly.

'He's great,' Kim snuggled up and kissed me fiercely. 'Absolutely wicked.'

'Cheers,' I grinned in the dark, I do love a compliment. I bet Anthony was
green with envy although he wasn't doing to bad for himself, he had the
long legged Curt and that was one tasty kid.

'The alarm's set for seven thirty' Anthony reminded us all as there was a
general shuffle around and bedding was rearranged. It was considerably
colder and I kept hold of Kim's wriggly body. If he kept this up we'd be
shagging again before daybreak just to keep warm... now there's a thought.

Well, we never did shag but I had the pleasure of the most uncomfortable
night of my life to put into the book of memories. To think, earlier when
we'd arrived we'd all been taking the piss out of Dave and Will as they'd
blown up their air mattresses, it seemed they'd had the last laugh. I was
almost tempted to change tents and offer my body to the pair of them but I
was scared of getting frostbite.

I was awoken by Kim laying across my face in the first instant and that
damn alarm going off. By the time the panic subsided and dear, dim, silly
prat brother Anthony finished apologising we were all awake, all freezing
and all feeling pretty well pissed off. Brainiac the brother had set the
damn thing for six instead of seven thirty and it was still dark outside
although some retarded bird had already started to tweet and twitter. If
I'd have had a shotgun it would have been a choice between Anthony and the
bloody bird.

'Be warmer if we all got in together,' Curt suggested hopefully buggering
about with the lamp which he'd manager to get lit. Now that sounded a good
idea.

'Yeah,' Anthony agreed probably trying to score or reclaim some
points... at the moment he headed the shit list.

There was a mad and frozen flurry of bedmaking and we all finished up in a
super bed in the centre of the tent, Anthony cuddled up with me and the two
muppets, Curt and Kim together but still almost on top of us. Sleep... no
chance, the setup was made for giggles and fuckery and of course, Kim was
the ringleader. He tried to get his brother going and when Curt showed a
certain disinterest he began poaching Anthony, I gave up, I struggled over
him and grabbed Anthony's pal, the rather yummy Curt. Well, why not, it was
a bloody freezing Saturday crack o' dawn and I had to keep warm somehow. I
was thinking of plugging into Curt's rather smooth and springy central
heating but by the way he was grabbing my bum he had similar thoughts.

'Ah, what the hell,' I turned my back on him and felt him on me and then
his warm hardness between my cheeks. Central heating by any other name as
our local hero Shakespeare would say...

'Mmmmmm...' He gave a little push and he must have been pre lubed the
confident little prick as he just slid into me and started to fuck straight
away. I heard his kid brother give a little squeak and then a moan so, I
suppose Anthony was at it as well. The tent was filled with the sound of
grunts and groans and eventually the communal bed got warmer. it even got
sweaty in the end but I was past caring, Curt was good sex, so was his
brother and Anthony, well, no comment there. When it was all done we
trooped upto the toilet and shower block through the early morning dew. We
were the only ones up and it was deserted. Thankl God, the place was warm
and the thought crossed my mind that it wouldn't be a bad place to sleep if
it got too cold.

It was a good place for soapy frolics as well. We jammed the door shut and
kept the noise down, it was barely seven o'clock and they maybe sorting out
breakfast in the main building but that was some way away and I knew for a
fact it had it's own toilet so there was no reason for anyone to come down
onto the camp site proper.

'I'm fuckin' exhausted,' Anthony groaned as he washed my back tenderly
massaging between my cheeks.

'Ditto,' I whinced as his finger slipped inside me. 'No more, please.'

'Alright,' he grinned and nodded at the other two. Unbelievable, Curt was
down on his knees blowing his kid brother and Kim was doing as he'd done
with me. He was fucking into his brother's mouth like a machine. I was
beginning to feel old, I reached down and massaged Anthony and he smiled,
he was getting hard again.

'Enough,' I said and Anthony nodded, at least he had the sense to see that
this was not the time or the place pleasant as it maybe. A safer and fun
place would be the other guy's tent. See what had happened or what
hadn't. 'We got milk?'

'We've got some Longlife crap in the box in the mess tent.'

'Cuppa tea then?'

'If we can get a fire going. We moved into the changing room and we heard
the others finish or at least I assumed they'd finished from Kim's moaning
and groaning. It seemed they had as they joined us minutes later looking
rather sheepish but we ignored them. Anthony and I had been through all
that brother lovin' stuff... nothing new for us watching these two
perform. Seen it, done it and got the t-shirt.

'We're gona try and get a fire going and make some tea or coffee,' Anthony
announced like it was his idea. 'We can wake up the others if they'd still
zedding.'

'Still shagging,' Curt piped up.

'Kim and I'll investigate,' I told them all, Anthony and Curt could look
after the fire, I wanted to see what had gone on in that tent and I was
also rather keen to see what my boyfriend had been upto with the mini boxer
Sean. If Florian hadn't scored than he was a dummy and that's one thing he
wasn't.

Come on Curt,' Anthony was finally dressed. 'Let's play firemen.'

'Right.' We all traipsed out just in time to bump into two rather furtive
looking black boys from the other mob who were sited even further away from
the bathroom block than we were. Of course, when I say black I mean brown,
they were West Indians not bloody Africans. We stood and nattered for a bit
and the general conversation revolved around how cold it had been. One
thing I noticed and I'm sure Anthony did as well was that these two kids
both around the fifteen mark had been at it. Apart from their general air
of weariness they had that odour about them... you know the one I mean. I'd
loved to have seen them naked in the showers but after a bit of name
exchanging we split. Sammy and Tobias were their names and both of them
would be in the six a side for the afternoon's match and we hadn't even
picked our six men out. We strolled back to our little site and it wasn't
quite light yet although you could see the sky lightening up, it would be
full daylight in an hour or so.

The main priority was getting a fire going and fortunately we had some
firelighters which had been forgotten in the panic of the previous evening,
all we needed was dead wood. We soon had a billy of hot water on the boil
and huddled around the fire keeping warm as the sun slowly rose above the
trees. There were no signs of movement from the other tent so we just let
them lay in their beds and chatted.

Well Kim and I never did get to poke our noses into the other tent as
Anthony was determined to take charge and stamp his authority on the
mob. Firstly he decided that the six a side team was everyone with the
exclusion of the two smallest boys and that would be Kim and Sean Brady who
was still sleeping. He ranted on about a nature ramble of all things after
breakfast and we all sat there like a bunch of yes men until I reminded him
that we had the cameras and maybe a bit of skinny dipping might be in order
if it warmed up. He soon got the point so that was the nature walking put
on hold, money had reared it's ugly head.

A bit of a shuffle around tentwise was my bright idea and after some
disinterest the idea caught on. As I stressed it was only for one night and
it was a good way of bringing Dave Green and Will Seymour into the fold,
mind you, by this time Anthony had peeped into the other tent and told us
that the two pairs were bedded down like like they were joined at the
hips. Even if they showed any reluctance we could always bulldozer it
through as a group decision. I had a funny feeling that they might even go
for it.

'So how does it work?' Anthony sat at the small trestle table we had in the
mess tent.

'Wait for them,' I found a piece of blank paper and a pencil whilst the
junior brothers messed around trying to make mugs of tea for the others.

Eventually the four of us were around the table and I explained my master
plan, there was trhe sound of sleepy squabbling from the other tent so
things were happening all round.

'Everyone cuts cards, the top four scorers are Group One. The other four
names go into the hat and you can call them Group Two. Top scorers pick a
name each and that's their partner... easy as that.'

'What happens if they pick their partner of last night?' Kim was quick on
the uptake.

'No matter. The lucky dip is final, no swopping and no changing. Anyway,
it'd be shit luck to get the same partner.'

'I wouldn't mind,' Kim gave me a grin and shuffled in tight.

'I know. Me too, sweetnuts but the plan is to split Dave and Will without
seeming to be picking on them.'

'Aah,' Kim grinned. 'I'll have Will then, he's nice.'

'No, no,' Anthony caught on. 'It doesn't work that way. It's pot luck and
they can't suspect we're doing it to corrupt them, we're doing it just for
a giggle as far as they're concerned.'

'I think they're at it anyway,' I chipped in.

'Yeah, I think so too,' Curt agreed. 'Their body language,' he added
wisely.

'Phew, experts,' Anthony laughed as the first two crawled from the tent. It
happened to be Florian and little Sean. I knew as soon as I saw them that
they'd clicked, I could read Florian like a book and he had that well
fucked look. Sean was looking like the hero of the hour, he must have
scored big time. They were followed by Dave and Will and they looked just
as knackered and ragged around the edges.

'Tea here,' Anthony called out and they staggered over with sheepish
grins. I wondered if they'd worked around to four in a bed but thought it
was a bit too early to ask pointed questions.

'Breakfast in an hour,' I looked around. 'After certain people have a wash
and cleanup.'

'Cleanout more like,' Florian sniggered which brought on a some shifty eyes
and red faces but we tactfully ignored them. I think we were at the stage
of everyone knowing what was going on and nobody wanting to say anything
too outrageous. This situation was all brought about by Dave Green and his
mate, Will Seymour, the sooner we cracked them the better.

'Sleep well?' Anthony was on the probe.

'Bloody cold,' Sean shivered and then scowled as Florian wrapped an arm
around his shoulder and Florian was only knee hight to a grashopper.

'Made enough noise about it,' Will grinned.

'Ooh, brrrr.... cuddle me, Flore,' David spoke in a squeaky falsetto.

'Bollocks,' Sean gave David a ferocious look and I thought he was going to
hop over the table and hit him.

'You two were making very suspicious sounds,' Florian remarked quite
calmly. 'Sounded like you were shagging each other.'

'If we were, we weren't the only ones,' Will didn't deny it, he just
grinned.

'Now, now,' Anthony held his hand up. 'Behave yourselves girls and no tale
telling.'

Mind you, as the others collected their towels and toilet items I managed
to sneak Florian a meaningful look and he gave me a definite nod
accompanied by a smirk. I managed to capture him just before he walked off
with the others to the shower block. ''Will and Dave?'

'Shaggin' like rabbits,' he laughed and ran to catch up his tent mates.

Of course I relayed this info to the boys at the table that raside a
laugh. Well, what raised the laugh was that the sun was up and it was
getting warmer also a breakfast was in the offing. I thought this was the
last weekend for the site and we'd be feeding on all the leftovers and crap
from the season but Anthony told me they had a further two weeks to go, so
things shouldn't be too bad.

When the others came back they were all giggly like a bunch of schoolgirls
and it turned out that the Tooting mob, the sooties were also in the
bathrooms and a couple were actually naked. Can you believe that? Naked
boys in a bath house... seemed pretty basic to me but our muppets thought
it was the show of the century.

'One kid there had a dick like a hosepipe,' Dave Green spoke with awe.

'You shouldn't have been spying,' his mate retorted.

'Had to look somewhere. Anyway, I tripped over it.' Dave laughed.

'About time for a walk over and see what rubbish they have for breakfast,'
Anthony stood and we all followed his example. He was right, you can't cock
up cornflakes but the milk was watered down and the hardboiled egg and four
slices were beyond disgust. It finished up that the eggs got eaten along
with one slice of slightly stale bread and the rest of it finished up on
the floor. The bloke in charge of the kitchen went bananas at us and the
sooties and we finished up having to clean the place up but after that we
made our escape. The Troop Leader for the Tooting boys had them on a sort
of grab the flag exercise in the North of the site so, naturally enough, we
headed for the South on our nature walk. It wasn't until we got away from
the main camping area that we noticed that we were being tailed by the two
black boys from earlier in the day, Sammy and Tobias as I recall.

'We're being followed,' I muttered to our fearless leader, Anthony who was
making like Sir Ralph Whatsit the explorer geyser.

'Yeah, I saw them. We'll chat them up a bit later on,' he grinned and
plunged on through the undergrowth, thank God he had a map of the place
although he, Dave and Will had been here before. There was a quite large
lake fed by a couple of streams or so they said and that was where we were
heading. We had towels but no costumes so it would be interested who went
skinny and who kept the briefs on... this observation pertained to Dave and
Will by the way (how's that for a bit of school English).

It was only around nine but much to our surprise we'd got lucky, the sun
was beginning to get quite hot and there wasn't enough in the way of clouds
to worry us. In fact, the late Summer bugs were beginning to be a bit of a
nuisance but Sammy and Tobias had closed up on us and were just tagging
along as if members of our troop and not their own.

'What happened to the war game?' I shouted across to them.

'Bugger that, man. They all carry on like hooligans,' Sammy or Tobias
grinned back.

'Yeah, make love not war,' Kim squeaked back to everyones immense
amusement. If he got one of those meaty black lads in his little white
bottom he might change his mind but then again maybe not.

It was at this time that we found the steam where we spend a few minutes
sploshing about and then immediately afterwards we were at the lake. It
wasn't a big one but it loked reasonably clean and it had running water
moving through it. It was bloody freezing although the sun was breaking
through but that didn't put us intrepid Boy Scouts off... we paddled.

After about an hour of it we all flopped onto the grass and nattered and
argued as boys do. I think it was Kim who finally broke the ice, he shed
his little khaki shorts and revealed the skimpiest speedos I'd ever
seen. The garment if you could call it that barely covered his little
package and the back seemed determined to find it's way into his crack,
Florian immediately did his mother hen bit and kept as close as he could to
kid, probably hoping to get first pluck at the cherry in a manner of
speaking. I suppose I could recommend him but I had other things on my
mind, Tobias, the black kid was giving me the eye and I was a bit too
experienced not to recognise that sort of attention when I got it. I gave
him a couple of the old sultries just to make sure he knew that I was aware
and let it ride for a bit.

In the end we finished up stripping off and getting into the water,
Anthony, Dave and Will on our side were the only ones with swimming gear
and unfortunately both the black kids, Anthony gave in and got rid of his
slowly followed by both Dave and Will, at last we had them naked. Both
normal, both uncircumcised, both reasonably rigged... both targets.

Tobias was still giving me longing looks and we sort of drifted away as one
does down the bank a little, I'm bloody sure everyone knew what was going
on but who cared, it was the end of Summer and black boys were new to me, I
wanted to see the kid at full stretch... more than that, I wanted morning
sex, I could feel Lorenzo the sex machine getting heated.

'Lotta mud down here,' Tobias gave me a big grin and promptly slid arse
over tit with a huge splash.

Gotta laugh, when he surfaced he was like the Toxic Avenger big
time. 'Better get them trunks off,' I giggled with an eye to the main
chance of course.

'Yeah, we can flop out here,' Tobias came back quickly, he was speedier on
the uptake than I'd thought, he indicated a chunk of grass shielded from
the others by mess of tall grass and reeds and thankfully it was now really
getting warm.

We lay there soaking up the sun in companionable silence for a while and I
noticed that he was edging neared, crafty sod. He must have thought I was
bloody stupid.

'You've got a nice body,' I remarked rather camply but every kid likes a
compliment and I reckoned he was a kid, maybe fourteen or even thirteen as
I was.

'So have you,' he propped himself up on one elbow and shuffled in again
this time blatantly oggling the Lorenzo meat. 'You gotta lazy lob on,' he
grinned.

'Thinking about things,' I laughed. 'Take 'em off,' I nodded down at his
briefs or swimmers which were now showing a decent bulge and must be
restricting him no end.

'What about the others?'

'Bet you'rmate's naked.'

He stood up on tiptoes and I admired his dark brown body as he did so, he
peered over the reeds and relaxed grinning. 'He's wrestling with two kids
and they're all in the raw.'

'There you go then.'

He lay down alongside me about a yard away and when I smiled at him he
moved in a bit closer. he looked at me intently with his dark brown eyes
and I stared back. We were about the same age although he was a little
taller than I was but he was no jock, slender and trim sums him up and he
was good enough for me. I glanced down at his groin and was encouraged,
looking back into his eyes I saw that he'd moved a little closer and that
look was there... the needy look. I shuffled in and tok the lead reaching
out and grasping his warm penis sofly straightened it out and gave it a
couple of gentle movements.

'Thank Christ,' he muttered and moving in until he was almost on top of me
and took my hardness into his hand and gave it a similar good morning. 'I
wondered... you never know.'

'No problems here,' I whispered and moved in really close this time until
he grasped both our erections in his hand and moved them together, my hand
went onto his hip and I stroked his satin smooth skin. Should I, shouldn't
I? I bent over and kissed his smooth brown shoulder and as he made no
objection at all continued up to his soft throat.

'No...' he choked and made a half hearted attempt to shove me away as I
kissed his cheek and then just to show he wasn't really serious he turned
his face to me and our lips met for the first time. There was a look of
desperation on his brown face as I flickered my tongue across his closed
lips and then he opened up for me. After that he was lost, the dishy
Lorenzo scores again. We finished up a tangle of arms and legs wanking away
at each other and kissing madly, the rest of the mob were forgotten and
they'd probably forgotten about us from the hoots and yells.

I broke away from the kiss and licked down his broad chest lapping at his
nipples on the way and he knew exactly where I was going but I was also
moving around on the grass doing a one eighty. He knew what I was working
towards and after an initial reluctance to move also started to move, we
were both going South, a perfect Saturday morning. I wanted a double shag
but this wasn't the time and place, we had the rest of the day and the
night and quite honestly I didn't know if he was ready to go that far but
he was clearly willing to go for the sixty niner.

I finally took his thick dark brown meat in my mouth at the same time as he
took his first tentative lick at my inner thigh and then I felt his soft
lips on my glans. As I swallowed him in he did exactly the same, it
probably calmed his concience us both doing things together. No one
dominant, both doing eactly the same to each other and both in the solitude
of our little nest. I just hoped to hell we didn't get interrupted before
we ended what we'd now started.

As I sucked him and started to take his fat cock in deeply he did the same,
followed me blow for blow in a manner of speaking, he was in love with my
bum as well. His strong hands moulded and smoothed my flesh which was a bit
of a turn on in itself as I was thinking of his thick, virile dark skinned
cock up inside my body and it was making me harder.

'Jeez, Tobby...' I groaned and started to fuck into his mouth. That's what
he'd been waiting for, he moved in so tight I felt the corners of my mouth
stretch as his fat black meat filled my mouth. It couldn't last. We were
too sexed up and the heat and feel of his strong body in my hands was too
much. I let out a long quavering groan and squirted into the back of his
throat. he gobbled and choked but after his initial surprise swallowed the
rest, he must have a taste for it. He sucked and slurped until I flopped
back drained with him still sliding his absolutely rigid and swollen meat
deep into the back of my mouth.

I was laying on my back now all drained out and he was crouched over me
literally fucking my face and he came at last. I felt as if I was drowning,
spurt after spurt of almost munchable cum splattered into the back of my
throat and in the end I had to wriggle free and catch the rest on my face
and shoulder. Spunky and sated we collapsed together exhausted and held
each other like good old pals more than lovers.

'Swim?' he asked as soon as his chest stopped heaving.

'Why not,' I sat up and then followed his jiggling brown bum down to the
lake. 'Ever had proper sex with another boy?' I casually asked as we
cautiously stepped into the gradually sloping lake.

'Not yet,' he grinned and splashed me with the icy water.

'We must have a chat,' I grinned and being ultra courageous took a
splashing dive into the lake and began to swim.

He stood in the water with it lapping around his nuts and grinned at me
giving a bit white teethed smile. 'The Scout poem for my White Chick,' he
declaimed.

		'Trusty, loyal and helpful.
		Brotherly, courteous and kind.
		Obedient, smiling and thrifty.
		Pure in Body and Mind.'

I think he was alright with the first three lines of the Boy Scouts little
rhyme but the final line defeated me somewhat.

I'd rather go with the shortened version, the famous motto... 'Be
Prepared.'

'Less of the White Chick, Sooty Boi.' I gave a screech and went into
overdrive, he was hooting and hollering and after my sweet white arse.



					The End
					for now


Chapter 13 - continues the camping weekend.  Chapter 14 - Has Florian doing
some more modelling and brings back an old pal.

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