Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2006 05:36:25 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: JO'S BOYS - 14

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.

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JO'S BOYS



by G. Cutter



14 - Earning a Living



Florian

The camping weekend was well behind us now and the dreary school term had
taken it's toll. I longed for the sunny days of summer but they seemed a
long way away as Christmas neared. I would be spending most of the holiday
with the Bouchers, Lorenzo and Anthony as I'd just about left home. Well, I
did the school week there but I was wangling away at moving school to North
London the only thing putting the block on that was the everloving mum but
enough of that. On with the story

A rainy Friday afternoon and I huddled under the bus stop at the top of
Putney Hill trying to escape the rain and the howling gale coming off
Wimbledon Common. Not an evening to be lurking but I was awaiting a pickup
and it had passed the time. I was getting a bit disgruntled to be quite
honest as normally I'd be on my way to North London at this time of night
to spend another weekend with the Boucher family who had more or less
adopted me over the last few months.

My mother was turning into a first class alcholic (apart from being on the
game) and I reckoned I was about one step ahead of Social Services, I knew
the neighbours were gossiping and they were beginning to ask questions at
school about my poor performances. I should really knuckle down to the
homwork but at home wasn't the place to do it. Over the weekends the
Bouchers sat me down with Lorenzo and we had to complete the dreaded
homework before we could carry on with our own business, they may be laid
back in many ways but they were as keen as mustard as far as schoolwork was
concerned.  Mr and Mrs Boucher had promised most faithfully that if push
came to shove they would take me in so I felt a bit better on that front at
least. Of course, their sons agreed as they would if you knew our history
but that was all by the by... and where the hell was Jo.

A week ago I'd got a letter at Jo's Studio in St John's Wood, it was from
Dirk Caufield my Manager and Agent on the modelling front. Business was
slack and I'd missed out a lot on the Christmas sessions due to my
involvement with Anthony and Lorenzo but what was more important? Forever
going away modelling or having some sort of a home life. OK, so home life
with the Boucher clan was a bit frantic and weird but at least it beat
being in Putney with my mother and her string of boyfriends who she
insisted I called Uncle for some reason. She was probably harking back to
her childhood when she lived in similar circumstances or so it seemed.

I'd just turned thirteen and was probably a bit young to be thinking of
raising a family but I was deternined that it wouldn't turn out like
mine. On the other hand it was unlikely that either Loren or myself would
breed, we'd have to adopt.

Anyway, back to Caufield's letter. He'd offered me a weekend's work doing
some stuff for the forthcoming Spring. just Studio stuff and not a lot of
it but his main thrust was that he had a new or fresh protege and wanted to
put him through his paces 'on the quiet' ... all this was as stinky as a
barrel of fish and I promptly flashed the letter to Jo for a bit of
advice. He surprised me by telling me that Caufield had already been in
touch with him and he was going to use Jo's place in Wimbledon and wanted
Jo to chaperone myself and the new kid. The guy must be out of his tiny
mind, be running a dark and devious plan or be as nutty as a fruitcake,
barking mad or a bloody idiot.

'I said 'yes' tentatively,' Jo told me when I brought it up. 'He's
obviously upto something and the new boy must be the key... he could have
groped you any time he liked.'

'Cheers,' I replied but he was right. Personally, Caufield wouldn't have
got within a mile of my parts but then again I had done some 'extra' work
for him on our Biscay visit and he may be after the same sort of hing.'

'He did say that he'd like to do some private stuff with you and this boy
if you didn't mind,' Jo looked at me intently. 'I think the basic is that
you cosset the boy along.'

'What the hell's cosset along mean?'

'Smooth the path,' Joe grinned. 'As you did with Loren... don't forget
Loren's my Studio star but you were the first link in the chain in a manner
of speaking.'

'OK, I'll go with it, as long as you're OK.'

'I'm fine,' Jo laughed. 'I'm the chaperone, with a bit of luck I get the
left overs but I thought of someone to invite up for the weekend just to
make up the numbers.'

'Who?'

'Secret.'

Well there you go. Here I was sheltering against the pissing rain and this
lout parked right alongside me soaking my shoes and socks. 'Bastard,' I
muttered and stepped back.

'Get in,' Jo called out with a big grin. 'Let's get you home and dry.'

'Small chance and no chance,' I snarled and opened the passenger door and
got in.

'Sorry about that,' Jo laughed and we were off. We were silent on the way
back and I wondered what exactly was going on. I was curious about the new
model and the odd timing for the work. Pre Christmas was usually a quiet
spell, the Spring stuff didn't usually happen until you could get some good
outdoor shots and December wasn't the month for that unless you were a
complete loony toons. 'Caufield is up home setting up the studio room with
the kid, I let him in earlier.'

'What's the kid like?' I asked interested in spite of myself.

''So so,' Jo grinned. 'About your size and build, maybe a bit heavier. Dark
haired and thirteen as well. Reasonable looker as well, you'll like him.'

'I hope so,' I sniffed.

'So do I,' Jo laughed. 'You're sharing the studio bedroom for the night,
Caufield will probably be away Saturday evening'

'Mmmm,' I smiled in the gloom. We'd been here before. Jo didn't seem overly
impressed with this new kid but the murky plan was becoming a bit clearer
now. The scent of corruption was heavy in the air or something along those
lines.

'I've made a few changes since you last visited... refitted the bathroom,
sorted out the studio-bedroom set up.'

'Busy, busy,' I commented.

'It all needed doing,' he turned into his road and drew up alongside his
house, I could see the lights in his front room so the visitors were
active. 'He wants to do a session this evening around eight and he's off to
a local hotel. He wants to do some more 'personal' stuff tomorrow after
lunch provided you and this Max are getting on OK.'

'That depends on the sleeping bit,' I laughed. 'Let's hope he's not as
straight as a ruler.'

'Dirk must have some suspicions, he wouldn't be setting this up just on the
offchance.'

'We'll see,' I opened the passenger door and scurried along behind him as
he went up the stairs to his flat. Fishier and fishier, play it by ear my
son, I told myself. I just hoped this kid wasn't a dog then again he
wouldn't be too bad if Caufield had specially selected him. I just wished
it was the beautiful Dylan from the late summer Biscay sessions as I liked
to call them.

We trundled through to the room that was used as both a studio and a
bedroom and I was pleasantly surprised to see that it had been subjected to
a makeover. The room now had a definite split; roll of backing paper
suspended on one wall with a couple of arty stools and chairs and the bed
at the other side. All the tripods and lighting were in the centre so that
they could cover one side or the other. It made it less like a shambles and
a bit more like it should be and it was a lot tidier, Jo must be learning
lessons.

Caufield immediately greeted Jo and as we two boys hung back he dragged us
front and centre and introduced us. My partner for the evening and the
morrow's work was called Max and whilst not a beauty had something about
him. Bigger in bulk than myself and dark haired he came across as an urchin
type, gamin as the Frogs would say.  Kind of perky, I dunno, he seemed
alright and although I didn't feel any stirrings I wouldn't throw him out
of bed as Loren was wont to say. He'd do.

'We're on the old fish and chips tonight if Dirk's ordered them and we'll
lunch out tomorrow,' Jo informed us.

'They're due for delivery at six,' Dirk confirmed that he'd done his part.

'I'd like a shower or a bath and get changed,' I decided to make a move,
the sooner I got out of school uniform the better I'd be. I 'd feel like a
new boy once the school kit's off. Well, I feel like a new boy at anytime,
ho, ho. That's my Father Christmas laugh by the way.

I took my bag down with me as I didn't really fancy giving the three of
them a striptease and I was pleasantly surprised to see that the bathroom
had also had a makeover only this one was major renovation work. The toilet
had moved out to right next door and the bath and shower themselves were
brand new units, Jo had spent some money at last and really gutted the
place and rebuilt. I got stripped and settled for a shower, at least people
wouldn't be wandering in and out using the toilet whilst you enjoyed a
shower or a soak.

Finally, showered and changed into something a bit more relaxed I tromped
back up the passage with my bag now containing my school clothing but the
others had moved on and I could hear them in the front room or the lounge
as Jo called it. I dumped the bag and wandered through to find them
watching the television, I noticed that the table was set for four and that
was unusually civilised for Jo, we usually ate fish and chips straight from
the wrappers, this must be for Caufield and the boy's benefit.

'My pal Jimbo's coming around when he's finished work,' Jo told me. 'He's
staying overnight,' this came as an afterthought.

'Oh,' I shrugged and probably looked mystified.

'Chinese kid does deliveries... well, he's not a kid, he's nineteen looks
sixteen if you know what I mean.'

'Yeah.' I knew exactly what he meant, I knew Jo's taste in young men. I
wondered if Anthony knew about this guy.

'Whatsit's coming up tomorrow morning as well,' he jumped up to answer the
doorbell before I had a chance to ask him who the hell 'whatsit' was. By
the time we'd all sat down and sorted the meals out and then eaten them I'd
forgotten all about the mystery guest. I suppose I was more concerned with
the session ahead, the night with Max and the Chink who was overnighting. A
lot on my mind for the first day of the school holiday.

'We're doing shorts and some new underwear today,' Caufield nattered on as
we ate. 'Some classic poses but I want to liven it up with some
wrestling. Some half nelsons, some scissor grips and whatnots.'

'A bit different,' I commented.

'Well, it might get some smiles going,' he replied. 'Anyway, you know as
well as I know that the underbelly like to look at these things... some
tautly stretched bellies and whatever won't harm.'

'Underbelly?' Max looked totally mystified.

'He means boy lovers,' I contributed. No point in him not knowing what was
going on, he may be an innocent but surely he realised it wasn't only mums
and dads scoured the mail order catalogues.

'Ah, whatever,' he shrugged not seeming too concerned. Well... he wasn't
that much of an innocent after all.

'What sort of name is Jimbo,? I had to ask Jo after all.

'Just a fancy name for Jim,' he grinned.

'Pet name sorta thing,' I smirked.

'Sorta.'

Meal finished it was time for the off, if I knew Dirk it would be around
two hours although the new boy might slow things down. I was glad to see
that Jo tended to the clearing up after the meal and then excused himself
to play around on his computer so that just left we two chickens and the
old fox, DirkCaufield that was. I was beginning to get the idea that our
photographer was interested in Max in a way that wasn't all that
professional. He kept giving the kid those slightly longing looks, looks
that Max wasn't picking up on. My photographer Manager man had a crush on
this kid I was bloody sure of it, then again I was glad it wasn't me he
lusted after, old men weren't my scene. I didn't ming upto the twenty four
or so mark, the Jo style but anything over that, forget about it.

'Here we go,' Dirk started to sort shorts and various odds and ends out of
a case. I twigged it straight away, there was no new gear there, the stuff
was fresh but I recognised some of it from last season. He gave me a pair
of shorts and a pair of rather grotty black ones to Max. Also a spray
bottle like you do your plants with. 'Here's what I want you to do,' Dirk
started his lecture. 'Spray each other for the water beading effect, have a
laugh and a giggle and then work into a wrestle.'

'A wrestle,' I probably looked a bit of an idiot with my mouth open and jaw
hanging down on my nuts. 'I thought you were taking pictures.'

'I am,' Dirk grinned. 'Wrestling pictures. I want two boys having a lark
all wet and slippery and all the rest of it.' He looked at us both. 'You
can change behind the screen and keep your briefs on, I don't want any
plums dropping out.'

Max did a little giggle which was completely out of place on a lump like
him and away we toddled. God knows what Dirk was upto but I was more and
more convinced that no way were these pictures for a catalogue. Maybe for
one of his old gentlemen but not for a catalogue. It maybe even a long and
compicated plan to get inside Max's knickers but it was an expensive way to
do thing. That kid would go for a tenner, he had it stamped all over
him. Another thing was the wrestling, if there's one thing to raise a
stiffy its near nude wrestling and kid kid was twice the size I was, he'd
break me in little bits. Could be fun. I noticed in the change that he had
quite a sizeable package in his scanties and I also clocked him perving me
as well. After silently donning our shorts we stepped out into the warmth
of the spots. Dirk was going for it big time, anonymous white backing
paper, three high intensity spots... the whole nine yards.

'Just spray each other,' he instructed and we were off. Max had a nice
body, pretty chunky and as I've said much bigger than I was but he soon got
the giggles and I reckoned he wasn't as tough as he looked. He had big ears
as well, I wondered idly what his meat was like under the baggy shorts and
confining briefs. 'Do some arms draped over each other's shoulders, make
like pals,' Dirk wobbled on. We did that and it began to get warmwer under
the lights and then Dirk got down to it.

'Kneel facing each other in the centre of the paper,' he instructed. As we
assumed the position he clicked away and moved around. 'Max, start
manhandling Florian, half nelsons, scissor grips, you've seen it all on
TV.'

'Yeah, don't go mad,' I managed a smile. Actually the thought of being
chucked around by big boy Max was quite exciting at least we'd get to press
flesh and we did just that time and time again. He didn't get a hard on
although I did, I could feel it trapped in my briefs and well hidden by the
baggy shorts but when the had me stretched over his own body giving Dirk a
nicely stretched belly shot I could feel his meaty mass right in my
crack. I gave him a little wiggle and I felt just a little push up, he was
wise tro my little game.

Ten minutes later we were in a pose similar to doggy fucking but I had my
arm around his neck. I shoved my groin into his bottom and he must have
felt it as he started to giggle.

'Now, now, Florian,' Dirk warned but he grinned all the same.

We had about an hour of it and I was well hot and sweaty at the end of it
as was Max. We were flopping around rather than posing and I guessed Dirk
had enough when he took some solos of myself and Max all sweaty and
grotty. At the risk of repeating myself, no way were these for a
catalogue. he must have a sad customer who liked watching boys wrestling in
shorts. Naked I could understand but shorts... work that one out.

We broke for a canned drink and I wondered where we went from
here. Basically I was tired. It had been a long day what with being a
Friday and Fridays always shagged me out. This performance seemed to be
going on forever and I thought some of the poses were a bit over the top as
well. In a couple of them it looked like either Max or myself were about to
fuck, definitely not Dirk's style. I wondered if Max knew the difference
between this sort of stuff and proper catalogue posing, then I wondered if
Dirk Caufield, the ever so straight Dirk had the hots for Max and was using
me as an 'icebreaker' the same as Jo had a couple of times. Something to
think about, I'd have to charge him a fee if that was his game.

I looked at Max and began to wonder a little. We'd done all the bodily
contact, all the wrestling and although I had a sort of filling out of the
penis to be posh, I hadn't got a hard on. The bulky big eared ape just
didn't do anything for me, the thought of having to spend a night with him
was a bif of a turnoff in fact. Ho hum, get on with it kid, I told myself,
you do get paid for it. I excused myself to go into the kitchen more to
stretch my legs than anything elso to find Jo sitting at the table with
this absolutely gorgeous hunk nattering away over a can apiece.

Jo looked up in surprise and then gave me a slow smile obviously noting the
sweat and the dust. 'Shower scene next I guess... by the way this is Jim,
known as Jimbo.'

'Hi,' I smiled a welcome at this beauty who was sitting there looking at me
like I was a juicy worm and he was King Sparrow in for a breakfast treat.

'Hi,' he said back and gave me a gorgeous smile... overworking the gorgeous
word there I think. Sod it, he had a gorgeous dimple as well so there. He
was Asian or Oriental but this was obvious more from his browny golden
colouring than from his facial features, I suppose he could be an Eurasian
or whatever they call the halfbreed variety. Now, I wouldn't mind being
press ganged into sleeping with this one. My optics immediately zoomed in
on his crotch but unfortunately my x-ray vision didn't penetrate formica
kitchen tables.

'Jim's got the weekend off and I thought once we get rid of Caufield and
company we can have a get together,' Jo said with all the subtelty of a
JCB. Oh, yeah, your pal's coming up tomorrow lunchtime as well,' he added
and just as I was about to ask who the pal was Caufield started to call out
for me.

'Money calls,' I smiled and wandered out making sure I gave them a wriggle
of the old bottom, it does pay to advertise by the way.

'Jeez.'I heard Jim mutter behind me and gave a self satisfied smirk. Right,
now let's sort out the drongos.

I got back to find Caufield and his new star having an argument and I'll
try and give you a blow by blow from what I remember.

'You said you were alright with this lot,' Dirk was saying. 'The nudes, the
sleepover and all the rest of it.'

'Yeah, well...' Max puffed like a spoilt kid and gave me a sulky look. 'I
thought you meant artistic nudes not wrestling about and you didn't say
anything about sharing a bed, I thought you'd got a hotel booked.'

'Oh, come off it,' Dirk snapped. 'It's only a few nudes and you must have
shared a bed on a sleepover or something.'

'I'm not doing wrestly nudes and I'm not sharing a bed and that's that.'

'I don't bite,' I stupidly put my oar in.

'Nobody was speaking to you,' Max snarled at me.

'Fuck you too,' I exclaimed and hotfooted it back to the kitchen. I should
worry, I'd kip in with Jo and Jim, tra la la.

'What's up,' Jo looked at me as I came back in. I think he was on the verge
of slipping Jim a bit of the old tongue sandwich but he hurriedly sat as I
burst it.

'Max and Caufield are arguing and Max is on the verge of walking out.'

'I told Caufield,' Jo looked at both Jim and myself. 'That kid's a waste of
space. He's not even good looking for God's sake.'

'Perhaps he's got hidden assets,' Jim sniggered.

'Not all that,' I sniffed.'

'And there talks a sexpert,' Jo laughed.

'Anyway, fuck 'em,' I pulled the third seat out and sat down. I wasn't
going to lower myself for the others, if they didn't want me then up their
fat arses to be blunt. I'd bug Jo and his pal and see what happened. Let's
face it, it wasn't as if I could storm off in a huff, the home base of St
John's Wood was a long way away, I might get swagged by a perv if I tried
walking or whatnot.

'It's nearly ten o'clock,' Jo looked at Jim or Jimbo as he got
called. 'What about Darren?'

'What about him?'

'He was interested in doing some photographic stuff.'

'I thought he was too old for you, he is sixteen after all.'

'He doesn't look sixteen, he'd get away with fourteen or fifteen easy.'

'Until he got a hardon,' Jimbo laughed.

'You'd know,' Jo replied rather cattily I thought and then he spoke to
me. 'Darren knocks around down Wimbledown Town and he's on the game we
reckon... well, he puts it about anyway.'

'Well if he's after work...' I let my sentence tail off. Anything had to be
better than Max and I could still hear him and Caufield going on down the
passageway. 'I could go upto the Bouchers if you could drive me over,' I
offered as a last resort. No way, and now I was determined, was I going to
mix it with ol' big ears. Max could go and fuck himself and so could
Caufield for that matter, he could also shove his dosh up his hairy
bum. Hows about that for determined. It was at that moment Caufield walked
into the kitchen looking rather put out and minus the dreaded Max.

'Sorry about all this lads,' he grinned looking most uncomfortable. He
turned his back to us and pulled his cheque book out, a quick scribble and
he tore one out and presnted it to me with an apologetic smile. 'Bit of
Christmas bonus in there Flo. I'll be in touch after the New Year if we're
still OK.'

'We're OK... not with Max though.'

'Yeah,' he nodded. 'Sorry again for all the inconvenience but I'm taking
Max out of it, he's not going to do what I want and I'll have to work on
dumping him without too much flak.'

I knew what he meant and so did Jo. It didn't need the dreaded Max to start
whining about Caufiled trying to force him into nudes, Dirk had to use his
head on this smally proble.m

'No probs,' Jo assured him. 'Shit happens, keep in touch Dirk.' That was
it, end of story, the drama was over. Caufield went back to the studio room
and I heard more nattering but at least the immediate hassle was over. Now
for the rest of the night.

I heard Caufield and Max clonking down the stairs and that was the end of
them, Dirk called out a goodbye but his surly companion didn't bother.

'Will Darren be around?' Jo asked Jimbo.

'Of course, he'll be in that grotty coffee shop looking for a Friday night
punter.'

'OK,' Jo slid his car keys over the table. 'Wanna be my gopher.'

'As always,' Jimbo laughed and giving me a rather sweet smile (with
gorgeous dimple) stood and took his coat from the back of the chair. 'Back
in twenty... I'll pick up a Chinese for four.'

'You'll do for three,' Jo grinned.

'Don't push it,' Jimbo laughed and then we were alone. Five minutes and
half a can of Coke later Caufield popped his head in and said goodbye, once
again the Max thing was missing and we were then really alone.

'Who's the secret guest tomorrow?' I'd just remembered what Jo had said
earlier.

'Your mate Alex, you rememeber Alex?'

Did I rememeber Alex? Jesus, stuck in that flat for two weeks in the summer
and then two weeks down at Lewes with Alex and the gang. Did I remember
Al... he was my summer love, or one of them.

'Fantastic.'

'I thought you'd be pleased,' Jo grinned clearly pleased with himself. 'I
can put some work your way with Alex and probably Darren.'

'Great,' I slid Caufield's cheque across the table as Jo looked after all
that for me until I could sort out a bank account without the mum from hell
getting her sticky fingers in on the act. 'Great,' I repeated
dreamily... Al was such blinding sex, the weekend was looking sunnier by
the minute even if it was as black as a sooty's bum outside.

'Jimbo shouldn't be too long if Darren's in his usual haunt.'

'What's he like this kid?'

'I like him,' Jo answered. 'Not your raving beauty queen but better than
that Max, at least he's slim and trim, I've got my doubts about the sixteen
bit though.'

'Does he live with his parents or what?'

'Nah... he lives in a squat, so if you're gona do anything and that
includes sharing a bed we'd better talk him into a bath.'

'Right,' I laughed. 'That's the bit I like.'

'I know,' Jo sighed. 'Funnily enough I feel better with Caufield and that
prick out of the way, it makes the weekend less complicated.'

'Uh hu,' I nodded. I didn't really know what he meant but Alex coming up
tomorrow and this mystery kid for the night seemed a whole lot better than
being lumbered with the Max thing. That kid was trouble waiting to happen
and I wished Caufield the best in getting shot of him. Maybe concrete
wellies and a float test in the Thames might be the best idea if a bit
drastic.

We both peered from the kitchen window after turning off the light as we
heard the car draw up. That was a bit of a waste of time all I saw was a
shape I easily recognised at Jimbo and a shorter which I presumed was the
Darren person, I got a brief glimpse of his face under the streetlight but
that was about all.

'He's alright,' Jo whispered reassuringly and gently squeezed my bottom, I
did the quick clenchy bit just to show I was still on form and turned the
light back on. We didn't want to greet them in darkness, they'd think we
were doing a peep... as if.

Jimbo ushered this boy in and the first impression was that if this kid was
sixteen then I was a fairy... work that one out. As Jo had said he wasn't
pretty like Lorenzo and myself, more mature if you like, like Anthony but
he gave me a pleasant smile and I wondered what Jimbo had said on his way
up the hill. Jim was clutching a carrier bag and we all wandered into the
lounge with slightly confused introductions on the way. It worked out that
I was Florian and he was Darren. Afetr removing the kid's coat and making
himn comfortable we all sat around and Mother Hen, Jo shared out the grub
and we got stuck in. I kept giving Darren furtive glances but every time I
did so I found his eyes on me, perhaps he fancied me. I fancied him, that
was for sure. I don't like being overawed if that's a word, Max was too big
and cumbersome like a bloody great lumpen. Darren was about Anthony's build
and apart from what I took was a sulky teeny look and an absolute disaster
of a haircut seemed to be quite nice... to be quite blunt I wanted to get
him in bed and see what he had between his legs. How's that for crude.

He was dark skinned or swarthy I should say and desperately in need of a
bath as he looked as he may have fallen out of a dustcart, I suppose thats
what squatting is all about. The conversation was stilted at first as it
tends to be when one is yomping something that seems to have more noodles
than Noodlesville but at the end of it Jo brought out four Fosters and we
relaxed.

Jo came out with such a load of tripe that I cringed but everyone seemed to
swallow it. He offered Daren a bed for the night (mine that was) a
naturalist or pinup photographic session in the morning, solo for starters
and then with me and finally a Saturday sleepover and more photographic
stuff on the Sunday. The Sunday dependent on Darren fitting in, he didn't
outline what 'fitting in' actually meant nor did he mention Alex arriving
around lunchtime tomorrow.

Darren mumbled on and he was a great mumbler. The gist was that he had sod
all better to so do why not? Delightful little prick, he was taller than me
but you know what I mean.

Jo suggested a DVD after we'd eaten but I wasn't all that interested nor it
seemed was Darren. Thankfully and before we had to prompt him he started to
whinge on about how he needed a bath and he could do with getting some
clean clothes and on and on. Talk about play into Jo's hands, I saw the
maestro smirk at Jimbo and he was away.

'Well, Darren, you can have a bath and we can provide you with a set of
jogging stuff, we can then sling the rest in the machine.'

'Including the trainers,' I contributed which earned me a sour look from
our guest

'Why don't you sort Darren out,' Jo looked at me and I realised that he'd
very neatly put me in the hot seat. 'Fix Darren some bits and pieces and we
can wash his grotty gear.'

'Why not,' I shrugged. 'Come on Dazzy,' I got to my feet and looked down at
Darren. He got to his feet with a theatrical sigh and then smiled.

'Lead on Flo.' Ah, great, we were getting on like a house on fire. We left
the older pair to their television and lager and I took Darren through to
the studio cum bedroom standing silent as he took in the place and probably
began to take in what actually happened here. Well, it was quite obvious
that the room's main function wasn't sleeping and that a lot of photography
went on, you didn't need to be a Sherlock to work that one out.

'So, where do you fit into the circus, Flo?' He sat on the bed and looked
at me.

'I prefer Florian or Flore.'

'Well, I prefer Darren or Daz but not Dazzy, I got called that when I was a
tot.'

'OK, Daz,' I sat alongside him. 'I work for Jo on and off and I came over
for some modelling tonight but the whole thing went tit's up.'

'And here I am?' He answered quite shrewdly.

'I think you were due for an invite and it got called forward.' I didn't
know if that was the right thing to say but it sounded pretty good at the
time.

'Works for me,' he laughed. 'I could do with chilling out but I don't
really believe these guys settle for their so called naturalist
work... there has to be more, they're both gay you know.'

'Yeah right.' What could I say. Jo, gay... never. 'Problems with that?'

'No, why should I?' He grinned and stared at me sideways. 'What about you,
problems?'

'As I said, I'm part of Jo's studio team. I work for him regularly.'

'Is that so? He began to kick off his stinky trainers. 'Well, I'd better
have this bath and I don't want to be out of bed too long. I'm shagged.'
Well, of course, that's always the feeder line but I held my piece. I think
he knew what the score was, he'd hardly risk a house full of strangers
withoput having some sort of inkling of what was going on. I expect that
Jimbo had given him a brief or at least some hints on the journey up from
their meeting.

He stripped down to his briefs as I sat and watched but he baulked at full
nudity and sat there silently until I volunteered to show him the bathroom
and fit him out with a bathrobe. I took him down and showed him where
everything was and then told him to give me his briefs or sling them out of
the door, they could go in the wash with his other gear.'

'I'm beginning to think you want to oggle me naked,' he laughed although he
blushed just an eeny bit.

'Well, you model naked don'tcha?' I said in what I thought was a reasonable
tone. 'And we are sleeping together.'

'Sharing a bed,' he laughed out loud. 'Not quite the same thing.'

'I think it will be,' I left him with that thought and departed pretty
swiftly before he had time to make a comeback.

Back in the lounge Jimbo and Jo were watching one of Jo's pornos and still
drinking, by the time they'd finished they'd be out of it so I just plonked
myself down and kept silent.

'Problems?' Jo looked across.

'I don't think so,' I replied. 'He's playing hard to get.'

'He's not, believe me,' Jimbo laughed.

'We're not getting up early in the morning,' Jo changed the
subject. 'Around ten, Jimbo's doing a breakfast and I'd like to try and get
Darren's's solos done before Alex arrives after that we'll play it by ear.'

'Alex got night leave?'

'Yeah, Saturday and Sunday,' Jo smiled. 'So it could turn into a bit of a
mix 'n match as Jim's and maybe his brother is stopping over until Monday.'

'Great,' I gave Jimbo the benefit of my sunny smile just to let him know
where he stood.

'Hoi, I'm finished.' The voice came from the rear of the room and it was
Daren peering around the door. From what I could see he had a white
bathrobe on and from what I could see he looked rather delicious. The white
terry towelling set of his darker than average skin and he did look a whole
lot cleaner.

'Come in then, you haven't finished your can yet,' Jo invited him in.

'Right, I'll have that and call it a day,' Darren gave me a brief smile and
sat alongside me on the sofa. As he reached out for his beer his gown
parted and I got a flash nearly down to his equipment but all I saw was a
scattering of pubics, for a sixteen year old he was definitely not very
hairy. Privately I had him down for a youngish fifteen but if sixteen was
his story so be it, if he was in a squat he'd probably done a runner from
home and was just about one step ahead of the law. Mind you, as long as he
kept his nose clean the law wouldn't bother too much, they had enough
returning younger kids to families let alone the older ones. As long as
Darren kept away from the shoplifting, burglary and drugs he'd be OK.

'Feel better?' I asked trying to be polite.

'Feel cleaner,' he grinned at me and I thought what a change a smile
made. He was a bit of a gloomy sod but the smile made him look around
fourteen let alone fifteen or sixteen. I felt the old familiar
twinge... he'd do. I wondered how I'd get on in bed with him on one side
and Alex on the other. Mind you the ultimate would be Jimbo and Alex, a
brown and a golden brown and little ol' whitey in the middle. 'You're
thinking dirty thoughts,' he spoke quietly nodding down to my groin. I
rapidly adjusted myself with a sheepish grin.

'It's the hormones,' I whispered back and he grinned taking a sip of his
now stale lager and pulling a face.

'Fuck that.' Did I mention he was a bit of a charmer?'

'Wanna fresh one?' I offered on behalf of the household.

'No thanks, I'm not a great boozer.'

'Good,' I did a little shuffle and moved in a bit, may as well make a
start. He gazed at the television where a couple of Thais were shagging
each other and his legs parted slightly one pressing against me, naturally
enough I pressed back just like in school under the desks.

A stronger press back from him and that was it. Contact had been made, we
were on the same wavelength, I don't think the two older ones even noticed
they were too concerned with their own afairs and why not? I could look
after myself and I'm sure Darren could.

He looked at me again and mouthed the word 'bed' and that was all it took.

''I'm gonna turn in,' I spoke to Jo and Jimbo and they hardly spared me a
glance as they concentrated on the Thai's on the screen.

'Sleep well, breakfast at ten,' Jo reminded me and Jimbo flashed a smile
complete with dimple.

'I'll try,' I stood and Darren did as well, we were on our way. We left the
room and retired to the studio bedroom. Once away from the lounge the
temperature dropped and I wanted to get into bed, I wanted to see what this
kid had got on offer like right now. After the disappointment of the lumpen
Max I was on heat, I just hoped that Darren wasn't a teaser and went all
moody in bed although I suspected he and Jimbo had been at it if not Jo.

'You gotta brief me on these photographs,' he said as he stood aside for me
to enter the room. He gave me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder as we
entered the chilly room. If Jo was going to spend any more money in this
place he could start with some radiators in the studio for starters but
never mind, hopefully we'd make our own heat.

'Yeah, no probs,' I sat on the edge of the bed ro remove my shoes and socks
and contrary to expectations he sat alongside me.

'You are rather tasy,' he placed a hand om my thigh,

'Betcha say that to all the boys,' I reciprocated and slowly moved the
towelling of the robe up and down on his thigh.

'Only to boys like you,' his voice had dropped and as I turned to look at
him he reached out and putting his arm around my shoulder guided me down so
that we were both laying on our back across the bed. 'They gonna disturb
us?'

'No way,' I gulped his face was inches away from mine. 'This is all part of
the plot so that we feel easy peasy in front of the camera.'

'Sounds a good plot to me,' his hand snaked out and he boldly felt me
between the legs. 'Feels good to me as well,' he leant in a little and his
lips brushed my nose.

'Feels good to me as well,' I also leant in but I kissed him right on the
lips. The next thing was I felt his arm encircle me and pulling me in
really tight he returned the kiss and his groin pressed against
mine. Feeling at lot more at ease and more confident my hand slipped inside
the opening of his robe and felt his smooth flank, a quick squeeze of his
firm buttock and then back for the prize. He was fully hard and as I parted
the white garment a goodly six inches of solid cock sprang free. He might
be a bit short on the pubic hair but certainly not short on meat. It was a
full man sized cock and as hard as a rock, I felt the old boy fanny quiver
as I moved his loose skin up and down on the hard inner.

'Get undressed,' he croaked. 'You are so hot,' he kissed me on the lips
again, took a brief nuzzle at my trouser's crotch and then with a smile
slipped from me and got into the bed. 'Come to Poppa.'

'Tart,' I laughed and swifly stood dropping my trousers and shedding my
shirt giving him a quick sighting of me naked apart from my y-fronts and
then slowly slid them down. My circumcised little (well not all that
little) pecker shot up en garde and he smiled like the cat with the old
canary to overuse an old expression.

'Jeez,' he sighed and flung the bedding back as an invite. Dicky jutting I
turned the ceiling light off just leaving us the cosy glow from the bedside
lamp. A second later I was in the bed and in his strong arms and his lips
were on mine once again and his big stiff penis pressed against
mine. Wonderful. His hands crushed my cheeks as he pulled us together and
we slowly moved against each other in a frenzy of lust, it was just like
rubbing two pieces of wood together, we were both so hot we could have
ignited.

'I think I'm going to enjoy this weekend,' I mumbled as his lips crushed
mine.

'Ditto,' he laughed into my mouth and then he gave me one long look and his
lips were on my neck and he was going South. This was a game I knew and
liked, I started to move around the bed my lips tracing across his smooth
belly and finally taking a tentative swipe across his glans. I tasted the
sweet and sour of his semen and grasping the fat tube sank my mouth over
his swollen plumlike knob just as he took in my smaller one and started to
suck. There was a good chance that we would both pop but who cared, we had
all night. His wet and hot mouth was taking me in deeply to the root but I
could only manage half of his. My cheeks must have bulged like a chipmunk
with a nut overload but I perserved getting a good half of him in me and
gobbling on his slimy glans sliping in and out of my gullet. I desperately
breathed through my nose as I fucked his face and he did the same.

He was the first to come and I nearly died as his gush of hot slimy fluid
slid down my throat and I gobbled on the second mouthful.

I heard him splutter and hold my stiffness of and then sip and slurp at my
second and even my third squirt and then the oozing trickles. His excess
splattered over my face and I felt the taste of his thick spunk on my
lips. Classic good cum all round there and I felt quite proud as he slipped
back up the bed again wiping spunk from his lips and onto my jaw.

'Cor, that was a good one,' he grinned and licked my lips like a big cat.

'The real thing's gotta be better,' I smirked.

'You betcha... but not now,' he cuddled me tightly dragging the bedding
over us both sealing us away from the chill of the room. The next time we
had a go there'd probably be frost on the bed but who cared... not I, I was
just quivering at the thought of his big fat six inches in me. Something to
look forward to there. I'd tell him about Alex later, he'd need to be
prepared to spread himself around a bit.

We slept well leeching and providing each other with bodily warmth as we
slumbered on cocooned against the chill of the room. If I'm going on a bit,
it was bloody freezing and we both had our feet up around our arses in a
manner of speaking. It smelt a bit boy funky and spunky under the blankets
but that's where my heart was glued up against his warm spine. he could
have been the Hunchback of Notre Dame and I would still have been in a
snuggle. I seem to remember in the early hours something settling on the
bed and the cosy factor increase, either Jo or Jim must have come in and
thrown an extra duvet on us both apart from that the night was uneventful
until the birds started to do their pre dawn twitter and then he finally
turned to face me and I felt his warm breath on my face.

'You awake?' He whispered.

'I am now, dogbreath.'

'Sorry about that,' he chuckled sounding not remotely sorry. 'I'm so hard,'
he whinged.

'Good,' I laughed and rolled over turning my back on him, if he couldn't
take a hint I'd bloody well give up. I slid my hand under the pillow and
found the trusty KY, I turned back to face him, I'd better get him going
before he went to sleep again. He leapt about six foot in the air as I
grabbed his hot cock with my hand liberally coated with the clear gel. A
moment later he calmed down and groaned with pleasure as I worked his warm
flesh with the lube savouring the texture and hardness of his fully
extended penis. As I've said, it was fat and it was hard... just right. 'I
go both ways you know.'

'I think you mentioned it last night,' he retorted dryly and then I saw the
flash of his teeth in the dark as he grinned. 'No probs,' he kissed me on
the cheek and thank God for that, a full mouthful of his breath might have
turned me right off. Sex first and then I'd have to rustle him up a
toothbrush, why does the course of true love never run smooth?

Unbeknown to him I smoothed some of the KY between my cheeks and fingered
my hole penetrating with one finger and giving myself a mini shag.

'Whatcha doing?' he muttered now slowly wanking his oiled up cock and
making vague attempts to mount me.

'Making life easy,' I risked a swift kiss on his note and turned over
presenting my bottom again. 'Take it easy, lover boi.'

Jeez, that was an experience. I know I'd done the man sized bit but this
one was so solid and fat, it was like a bloody salami. I felt his slippery
glans slide between my cheeks, part them and nudge and then press against
my pucker and then the stretching until I nearly cried out. Just as I was
on the verge of bottling out I felt myself give and his oiled lump began to
fill me slowly gliding through my well stretched ring giving me a bloated
feeling which was odd but nice. I was so used to Lorenzo's skinny cock just
sliding in and out comfortably that the feel of this bulky mass was
extraordinary. I suppose I'd get used to it, I did a little smirk, he was
half in now and beginning to move to and fro, he was also munching the back
of my neck and kissing my damp skin. Nice...  at least he wasn't a crash,
bang, wallop merchant.

I pushed back onto him and felt his rather scant pubics press against my
bum and his warm belly press against my back, he was there and he held me
tightly stirring his big cock in my well stretched hold.

'Orrite,' he muttered.

'From the front next time.'

He gave a little push and a little laugh, I'd said 'next time', that must
have cheered him up. At least it was a bit warmer now with the extra duvet
or whatever and his hot water pipe up my bum, quite cosy in fact. I took
his spare hand and wrapping it around my own stiffness pushed back hard and
he settled down to a slow in and out.

'Mmmmm....' He took me slowly and very gently and I revelled in it pushing
back not urging him on or anything but letting him know I was ready for
more. In the end it came, he started to go faster and in the end it was all
down to sweaty slaps and grunts... it always is. His fat cock felt like an
iron bar and I was beginning to think that my arsehole would be wrecked
forever but suddenly he stopped.

His penis seemed to swell and then throb and jerk as he began to shoot
stream after stream of cum into my gut. God knows how many squirts he
spurted or maybe the other way around but at least five which is pretty
phenomenal. I felt his slippery spunk ooze out of me and trickle between my
cheeks slimy and tacky. He'd overloaded me and I pushed back hard enjoying
his frantic kisses on my neck. He was happy with his little effort and so
was I.

'Jeez, that was good... you are good,' he tacked on with a lazy chuckle
idly stirring his limpening sausage in my cum flooded tunnel until it slid
free. 'Terrific,' he pressed his messy cock up against my semen smeared
crack and I pushed back tightly forming just about an air tight seal. We
were almost welded together like Siamese twins. He didn't mess about this
kid, he promptly turned over and I felt his bum press against mine before I
rolled over and fed my stiffness right up into his crack against his
pucker.

'Ready?'

'I was born ready,' he giggled and pushed his bum out. I pushed and entered
him like a hot knife into butter. No virgin this one but not a slacky
either. His smooth bottom gripped me as I bottomed out (love that phrase)
and began to move freely in his warm tightness. There was no finesse here
at all I shagged him and if he didn't love it it made a good impression of
doing just that. He groaned and squirmed on me and I could have been
shagging Lorenzo other than this kid had more meat on him and could never
be the love of my life. I briefly wondered who Loren was sleeping with but
wiped him from my mind as I concentrated on enjoying what I had. Darren was
good, I don't know what his history was and I wasn't interested right now,
I was lost in the moment as they say. He was good sex and that was enough,
I reached around and grasped his flaccid cock but it wasn't, the randy rat
was hardening up again under my shag and that was just fine. I had a taste
for it and we didn't have to get out of bed early.

I finally coaxed him onto his belly and parting his legs got between them
and really went to town, he was nice and bouncy, well, it always is the way
we were doing it but he was pushing up onto me as I rooted away like a
little piglet or something. I enjoyed it although I kept thinking about
Alex later in the day, split loyalties I suppose but as the song
says... 'love the one you're with'...

'Gawd. You little monster.' He groaned as I jerked and spurted into his
soft bottom, deep and hot into his quivering flesh. I suppose it was love
chat but |'ve been called worse. I slowed to a stop and stirred my self in
my own mess and slowly slid free. Unceremoniously shoving him over onto his
back I glued my lips to his in spite of his early morning breath and his
arms held me tightly. 'You cum a lot for a shrimp.'

'Thanks for that,' I said sourly but grinned all the same feeling quite
chuffed. 'We'd best have a shower before the others get up.'

'Busy, busy...' he mocked me and then shivered. 'It's probably warmer in
there anyway.

In the end we showered together and I literally had to fight him off, the
sex mad prick was as hard as a rock all the way through but I wanted to
save him for the photoshoot. I know he was a bit of a gloomy looking sod
but he'd go well, of that I was sure. Of course, right at the back of my
mind was Jimbo, now there was a man sized hunk I'd like to get my hands on
sooner rather than later. All in all it was going to be a busy weekend and
I was going to make the most of it. The only thing I needed to make it
compete would be lover boy Lorenzo to roll up... it never happened just to
save you the suspense.

Two hours later fed and watered Darren was in front of the camera doing
what Jo called his arty poses, shadows in the window bay all the usual
crap, these we scheduled to be followed by Darren rolling around on the bed
demonstrating a few stiffies... Jo was clearly on a roll or in a hurry. One
tasty bit was that at one stage and this before Jim left for work he was
standing behind me watching with interest as Darren disported himself and I
reached back and got him dead centre. He froze as I felt his soft thickness
twinge and begin to harden in my grip.

'Jeez,' I heard him mutter under his breath and his hips moved slowly as he
got harder. 'Gonna fuck you so bad...' I felt his lips on my ear and we
hurriedly parted as Jo moved Darren around and we had to move as well. I
looked at Jimbo and grinned.

In the end Jo was satisfied and ended the session, at that stage we retired
to the kitchen for coffee. Jo's flat had always been cold even in the
summer, it was a damn sight worse now... out came the woolies and on went
the fire.

'What's your mate's name,' Darren asked as Jo and Jimbo argued about who
was going to go down and collect Alex.

'Alex, he's a Paki, lives down Wimbledon Town.'

'Age?'

'Fourteen I think.'

'Doesn't use the Arcade a lot does he?'

'He uses it, I don't know how much. He probably only goes for the eye
candy.'

'The younger eye candy,' Darren laughed. 'I think I might know him 'cos you
don't see too many Asian boys in that place.'

'You'll soon find out,' I said as Jo finally decided he was going to drop
Jimbo off for his work and was then going to collect Alex and return after
using Alex to help him get some foodstuffs on.'

'He'll like that,' I observed. 'Anyway, wanna give me a hand. I'm under
orders to tidy up the studio room for an afternoon session.'

'Yeah, OK. Who's doing what this afternoon?'

'Maybe a threesome.'

'Hey,' Darren laughed. 'That's be great, you, me and this Alex kid. If it's
the one I'm thinking about he's pretty tasty.'

'Good sex as well,' I stood up and started to tidy the kitchen. the trouble
with working for Jo was that you finished up doing all sorts of jobs. He
was a great believer in his models doubling up as his cleaners. We'd have
to get a Union going sooner or later. By the time we got to the studio room
and sorted the bed out and tarted up the rest of the place Darren was
asking more questions.

'You ever done it with Jo or Jim?' He looked at me sideways. 'You don't
have to say if you don't want.'

'I don't mind now we're pals,' I smiled. 'Jo, quite a bit. Jimbo, I only
met yesterday.'

'Fancy him?'

'Yeah... lust him something rotten.' I laughed.

'Yeah, he's good,' Darren remarked. 'God, I'm in the mood,' he looked at me
with a little boy lost look but I was used to all that caper with Loren,
moody looks just slid off me like water off a duck's back. I just laughed
at him causing him to give me a touch of the sulky look but I was used to
that as well.

'Calm down, I can hear someone on the steps... probably them.'

'Good job we aren't fucking then,' Darren scowled and we wandered back into
the lounge just as Jo walked in accompanied by Alex humping what seemed to
half of Tescos in carrier bags.

'Hello, sweet cheeks,' Alex gave me a flash of his beautiful
grin. 'Woops...' he'd seen Darren and there was a flash of recognition on
his beautiful dusky face.

'Hi,' Darren got in first.

'Hi,' Alex looked a bit subdued which was unsusual for him. 'You hang about
with that squatting lot dontcha?'

'I squat there because I've got nowhere else to go.'

'Drugs and shoplifting,' Alex sneered and Jo held his hand up.

'That's enough, let's try a bit of common courtesy, Alex.'

'I don't shoplift and I've never done drugs,' Darren flushed in anger.

'OK, OK,' Alex suddenly grinned. 'Do you shag?'

'Now and then,' Darren smiled in return. The argument of punchup was
averted for the moment at least.

'Right,' Jo gave us all a beady eye. 'Ham and salad sandwiches and some
nice thick soup bearing in mind the weather and then I'd like to think
about offering you some work for the afternoon. Maybe a mini film and then
some stills.'

'What sort of film?' I asked.

'Jesus,' Alex groaned like the drama queen he is... he'll get me back for
that one if he ever gets to write his own bit again.

'I just wanted to know the outline, you dodo,' I snapped at Alex who just
grinned back. I think Darren had lost the plot a bit, he started buttering
slices of bread whilst Jo sorted out the soup plates.

'Maybe one in bed and two burglars,' Jo said. 'The tried and tested
formula.'

'Claims me as a burglar,' Alex shouted. 'What about you squatter boi?'

'It's Darren you khaki coloured cunt,' Darren replied calmly.

'That's it...' Jo fronted us all up. 'No more or this weekend is finished,
no work, no money, you can all fuck off... understand.'

Well, I thought this little tirade was a bit strong as far as I was
concerned but nodded with the others. It was Alex causing the aggro,
hopefully he'd get the message. Perhaps he was even broody, needed a good
man up his back passage.

'What's the thing about being a burglar?' Darren asked after a long
moment's silence.

'The burglars get to be the tops, the sleeper gets to be the bottom.'

'I'll be the sleeper,' I volunteered to keep the peace. Plus I'd get some
good abusing out of these two, they're try to outdo each other which should
be worth a laugh.

'Jesus, can't you cut up a fuckin' lettuce,' Alex grabbed the cos and the
carving knife from Darren and went to town. Things were back to normal.

Nice meal, a mountain of sandwiches and some thick soup which went down
well. In fact, the place was finally beginning to feel warmer maybe because
we had every heater we could get going flashed up, the studio room soon
warmed with the lights and the action, it was at night it got chilly. It
turned out that Alex and Darren did know each other if only by sight and I
think by the time Darren more or less spilled his story Alex was onside as
they say.

Darren was fifteen and came from out of town somewhere. He'd run away from
home and come to the big city seeking fame and fortune as many did. All he
found was constant hassle, a bad sex scene if you were a young boy and far
more predators than prey. Bad news all around. He'd eventually drifted
south of the river and ended up in Wimbledon on the edge of London. He'd
finished up squatting with other dropouts and still held hopes of getting a
job and a place of his own... at his age his, small chance and no chance.

'I may be able to help you out but you need to understand I'm very firmly
in the predator camp,' Jo suddenly spoke. 'But a fair predator, you help
myself and Anthony out and I can look after you and feed you a small wage
on a suck it and see basis.'

'He hasn't said what you have to suck,' Alex guffawed though a mouthful of
sandwich. Where the hell did I get the impression that Pakistani kids were
nice and polite. Alex must have some Gengiz Khan genes in him somewhere.

'Alex...' Jo gave him a dirty look.

'Sorry boss,' Alex giggled and rolled his eyes.

'Did you ever get in touch with your folks since you did a runner?' Jo
asked Darren.

'Yeah, twice.'

'They ask you to go back?'

'Not really, they seemed relieved that I was well and that's all, no pleas
to return though,' Darren smiled if a little sadly.

'Weird,' Alex contributed but fell silent at a warning glance from Jo.

 'I'll survive,' Darren declared. 'Seems in London you have to fight to
keep pervs out of your knickers all the time.'

'Not much different in Wimbledon,' I put in, I just couldn't help it. Mind
you, it raised a laugh.

'Well. Darren. They boys will guide you in the film but it's just a matter
of following their lead.' Jo sipped his coffee. 'Try not to act for God's
sake, it is a cheapo porno. I'll probably film about an hour and by the
time Anthony's done his editing big I'll be happy to get a half hour plus
out of it.'

'What's it about?' Darren asked innocently.

'Nothing,' Jo laughed. 'Just boy sex but the plot for what it's worth is
that you and Alex go into the bedrom where Florian is sleeping.... and more
or less jump his bones,' he finished lamely. 'Maybe play around with him,
strip him, jerk him or even have a mutual jerk and then someone shags
someone else.'

'Sounds fun,' Darren smiled nervously.

'No probs, Daz,' Alex laughed. 'I go both ways.' Now, for Alex to announce
that small fact so blatantly meant that he must have been warming to our
new boy, things were looking better. The thought of trying to do a bit of
lovey dovey with them arguing all night had been a concern but I think Jo's
little lecture had done the trick.

'Let's hit it,' Jo stood with his coffee. 'Everyone nice and clean, anyone
need a quick shower?'

We all answered in the negative, we were ready to rock and roll.

'You, Flore, in the bed in your knickers. You two, strip and just put your
jeans and shirts on, we don't want to waste too much time in the disrobing
scene,' Jo stood back and watched us sorting ourselves out. It was
hillarious really, here we were all setting down to do boy on boy porn and
we were all getting undressed like a load of little girls on the beach. Jo
must have thought the same. 'Come on, girls. Chop, chop. You're like a load
of fuckin' virgins.'

Jo set the camera up whilst I got into the bed and tried to look like I was
sleeping with all the lights on... of course. He had one camcorder that
would run all the time from a fixed position covering the bed from the
bottom, another more or less on top of the action and flitted about with
the third. In essence the complete produce would be taken away by Anthony
and edited into one reasonably watchable film. Some of Anthony's results
had been quite good, he was learning fast and as Jo had said, come the
Easter he had a job and quite possibly a future in the game. When he said
the game we took that to mean the more legal side of things but no matter,
Anthony was quite happy with what he was doing, he had three homes, a bevy
of boys quite happy to jump into bed with him and enough money to get by
on. Pretty good for a fifteen coming on sixteen.

Alex led the way with the entry and Darren followed him, I watched them
through squinty eyes still pretending to be asleep. The burglary got lost
in the wash and Alex went through the mime of drawing Darren's attention to
little old moi and the both sat on the bed and it started.

The bedding came down and they both mauled me and I made pretend waking up
motions. Then the kissing and mouthing and they peeled down my panties
exposing my jerky dick. Alex and Darren seemed to enjoy the mutual gobble
and I enjoyed them enjoying if you follow me. The both undressed above me
and I shoved my hand in here and there as they played with each other
undressing themselves and then I was faced with two fully extended boy
cock's. Darren's fat white trouser snake and Alex's thinner nut brown
weapon with it's dull red glans shiny with his own lube as he got excited.

'Go for a double mouthful, Flore,' Jo prompted me and I obliged sucking one
then the other and finally both together which stretched my jaw like one of
those Amazonian snakes trying to swallow a bloody pig of whatever. Alex
dropped down my body after a while and gave me a suck but I knew what he
was after, my dirty brown boy was after my cherry, Alex doesn't change.

'Shuffle around, boys.' Jo instructed again. 'Bring Flore out of the bed
and attack him front and rear.' Great, that's what these two had been
waiting for. Alex flashed a grin at Darren, their temporary emnity
forgotten and they rather roughly dragged me from what was left of the
bed. Darren, bless his little cotton socks took me into his mouth and I was
faced with his thick sausage and took that in. Alex went dirty, he spread
my cheeks and was lapping and probing with his tongue much to Darren's
disgust but Alex couldn't have cared less. He knew what he wanted and Jo
filmed on. I felt Alex warm body snuggle against mine and his erection up
between my cheeks. I was preoiled and with just a jerk my old boyfreind was
in me. I groaned around Darren's thick meat and away we went.

There was a constant barage of instructions from Jo about lifting legs,
moving arms and all the rest of it but we were getting carried away at
it. I lifted my leg and shuffled around as Jo requested and Alex just
plugged away. I finally felt him slip clean and he knelt over me, the next
thing I felt was his warm squirts and droplets of spunk on my face running
into my mouth as I still sucked Darren. Darren was the next to come and he
withdrew splattering his slime all over my chest and belly. At the end of
it all they lay me flat and both wanked and played with me until my seed
splashed onto theirs and we lay in messy exhaustion.

'That was good,' Jo smiled switching off the cameras. 'Jim'll be here soon
with some supper.' Jeez, time flies when you're having fun.

'Stopping over again?' I asked.

'Yeah,' Jo looked at Darren. 'He's bringing his brother up so I don't quite
know where we go from there.'

'Darren getting serviced by two Chinese takeaways?' Alex giggled cuddling
me tightly clearly staking his claim for the night.

'That's upto Darren,' Jo smiled although I noticed he'd stopped dismantling
the camcorders, for the moment they stayed on their tripods. 'What do you
reckon, Darren.'

'I don't know, Darren looked a bit confused as well he may. He'd been
thrown in the deepend in a manner of speaking but he seemed willing at
least. 'I sorta fancy Jimbo,' he blushed a little.

'So do I,' Alex grinned.

'And me,' I added.

Jo laughed. 'Good job they're both off Sunday... Good job I've got a ton of
memory sitting around somewhere as well.'

We didn't do anything for a moment and in the end Jo went to the kitchen
and got some drinks, we were in that post nooky phase where you're
pleasantly exhausted and just don't want to do anything.

'What's Jim's brother like?' Darren asked.

'Much the same as he is,' Jo replied. 'Not quite so pretty but pretty hot
all the same. By the way, Jerry, Jimbo's brother's expressed an interest in
you.'

'What's that mean?'

'Rumpy pumpy,' Alex laughed. 'He fancies your little white arse.'

'Well, he shows taste, and I don't think I even know the guy,' Darren
replied laughing. 'As I said, I don't mind.'

'Good.' Jo grinned looking as if one of his plans had come together and I
suppose it had. 'You can pile in with Jerry, Jim and myself for the night.'

Darren looked a bit shocked for a minute but gave a weak smile and a
nod. 'It's broaden my outlook a bit I suppose.'

'Broaden more than that,' Alex laughed.

'You can size them up later on, I want to do some straightforward nudes of
them later on just to see how they look on screen.

'Great.' Who said 'great', I think we all did.

'So what's your end game, Jo?' Alex looked shrewdly at our beloved leader.

'Big dicked Chink shagging a tight arsed schooly on a Sunday,' Jo spoke
quite calmly looking at myself and Alex.

'Gotta earn,' Alex came back straight away putting the whole thing into
perspective and Jo nodded. Darren still looked confused, I don't know if he
realsied or not that he was going to get a fistful of dollars or a bunch of
tenners after this lot was over but he was. As Jo often said the labourer
is worthy of his hire, dunno where he got that one from but it sounded like
he'd been at his Book of Quotations again. The one thing about Jo was that
if he was getting good stuff, he paid, no two ways about it and he paid
well. He probably earned well out of us as well but that was fair
enough... love, lust and dosh make the world go around.

By the time the three of us had taken a shower and spent some time over it
Jimbo and his brother had arrived with eats and Jo had set up the table for
six. This was getting to be a habit with him but at least you could have a
good chat even if Alex did insist in endlessly taking the piss, I'd have to
give him a good humping tonight now that the sleeping arrangements were
organised.

The Jerry man, Jimbo's brother was identical in build (dunno about down
below) but he appeared maybe just a little older. However, he was pleasant
enough and I rather got the impression that Jimbo and himself were no
strangers to brotherly slap and tickle to be discreet. I was looking
forward to seeing the pair of them naked and I think Alex and Darren
probably felt the same. Lucky ol' Darren, I envied him in a way but what
goes around comes around and I'd have Jimbo sooner or later, I had my heart
set on the golden skinned beauty, in particular the chunk between his
thighs.

The initial conversation over the meal was a bit stilted but that was fair
enough, three of us had shared a rather intense session of sex and three
hadn't. I supose the sex creates some sort of bond, once you've eaten
someone you tend to be quite relaxed with them, or to put it another way,
it's hard to keep your distance from lads you've been sucking an hour or so
previously.

Anyway, we three were rabbiting away and Jo was mumbling away with the two
Chinese so there wasn't a lot of cross pollination as far as chat went. I
think Jo just spoke to keep us in the picture, probably as some sort of an
invitation as well, after all, sex was always Jo's bottom line.

'Jimbo and Jerry are going to do some stuff around eight,' he addressed our
half of the table.

'Stuff?' I perked up, here could be the evening's entertainment.

'The basic nudes and roll around, chummy stuff.'

'Yeah, alright,' Alex scoffed. 'You say chummy or cummy?'

'Chummy,' Jimbo spoke up. 'It doesn't get cummy until you get your knickers
off.'

'That'll do me,' Alex laughed but he gave Jerry one of those meaningful
looks he does so well. Not to be outdone, I gave Jimbo a smirk... Darren
just laughed, he had both of them and Jo for the night, he probably thought
having them drained first wasn't such a bad idea.

Meal over Jo made coffee and Darren and Alex now the best of friends
cleared the table, I stayed where I was listening to the two Chinese
chat. I was in love with Jinbo's dimple and I was really hot, I couldn't
get enough and he sensed it. He kept slipping me crafty looks and when he
gave me a wink I nearly wet my knickers. I was rescure from making a right
prat of myself by Jo with the coffee and the other two sitting either side
of me... hey, ho, back to normal.

'It's a bit embarassing doing this for the first time,' Jerry was saying
and I came out of my daydream when Alex nudged me and spoke.

'Florian is a pro model, he'll show you how,' he volunteered my services.

'That's true, Jo smirked. 'Florian knows all the moves.'

'I bet,' Jimbo gave me his dimpled smile.

'What are the boys doing while we do all this?' Jerry looked at Alex and
Darren.

'Oggling,' Alex laughed.

'Dunno about that,' Jerry laughed and looked at Alex. 'If I can't get in
the mood I might need a bit of encouragement.'

'I can handle that.'

This unreal conversation went on for a bit and then a bit longer as the
older three decided on a second coffee and then we were ready for the
off. Darren and Alex were instructed to keep out of the way and I was told
to help Jo with the cameras and act as technical advisor. The scene was set
and we all wandered back into the studio room.

The idea was that the brothers would do their more arty pictures against
the same backdrop that Darren used and that they would do their
'friendlier' pictures on the bed side. Nothing out of order there, all
quite normal.

At least the room was nice and warm now and Jo decided to start with just a
basic striptease but together each playing off one another in a manner of
speaking, it was a game of comparisions. Their bodies were almost identical
but whereas Jimbo seemed to have a permanent smile on his face Jerry was
the more solemn partner. Anyway, it all went well and finally they were
down to their underwear. Neither were hard but both had filled out to the
lazy lob stage and mercifully there was silence from Alex and Darren. They
kept out of the way but watched like a pair of vultures watching a dying
lamb (or something like that). It was a bit hard to describe how they were
watching, probably more like a pair of pedos oggling a primary school.

Jo then decided to go for his so called arty shots which mainly comprised
frontals of a softy variety and bum shots of which Jo was very fond. he
considered himself an expert on bottoms and declared himself well pleased
with his Chinese friends. When he came out with it he caught them by
surprise...

'What about a solo jerk off and cum to end the night?'

'Uh!. That came from both of them by the way.

'A wank and cum,' Jo repeated. 'I've got a couple of helpers here if need
be.'

'Really?' Jimbo grinned at his brother who was looking a bit uncertain. 'I
don't mind having a go... anything for a laugh.'

'Flore'll help you out.' Alex finally had to open his mouth. Keeping quiet
for twenty minutes must have worn him out.

'You go first,' Jerry said to Jimbo and before his brother could object he
wrapped a towel around his waist and moved over to Alex and Darren, he'd
joined the audience.

'Try it from the shorts downwards,' Jo centred the tripos and camera and
lined up with the centre of the white background. He looked at me and then
back to Jimbo. 'Alex was right.'

'Huh?' Jimbo sat on the small bathroom stool we used and looked dishy which
wasn't hard for him. 'How?'

'Florian'll help.'

'Right,' Jimbo grinned at me and started some sort of sexy routine right
off the top of his head. His hands moved up and down his young man's
muscular golden brown body and he went into full sultry mode. a little pout
and he fingered his breasts hand moving down dipping the waitband of his
shorts and down to his thick black pubics. His penis was rising and I saw
it's bulk inside his dark blue patterned shorts and then his shorts were
down and around his ankles. He came off the stool and kicked it out of the
way rolling around disposing of his shorts and finally laid naked in the
centre of the spotlight.

I glanced over to his brother amd my pals and Jerry had his arms around
Darren and Alex and they both, yeah..., both of them had hold of his cock
and he was as stiff as a poker. As I watched Alex bent over and I saw his
mouth descent onto Jerry's erection. There'd be no session for Jerry, he'd
be pre-drained. But my eyes went back to my lovely Jimbo who was slowly
working himself to a full erection and his eyes drew me in.

'Gotta do the memory,' Jo stopped taking pictures and fiffled about with
the camera.

I obeyed the unspoken plea in Jimbo's eyes and crouched beside him.

'Just to keep you cooking whist Jo get's sorted out,' I murmured and
placing one hand on his flat muscular belly held his hot cock with the
other and slowly licked across his bulging glans.

'Wooooh,' Jimbo groaned and stroked my hair making slow upwards movements
with his hips. 'That is so good.'

'Don't make him cum,' Jo warned and sat for a moment to watch the show. The
other three had lost it, Alex was sucking away at Jerry's gleaming hardness
and Jerry had Darren exposed and was wanking away at our new boy's own
erection. As I watched Alex knelt between them and tired to service both
hardons at the same time. He had no chance but not through lack of trying.

'Ready,' Jo croaked, it must have been getting to him.

'Later, Jim,' I gave Jimbo one last suck and he drew me up his body giving
me a fiece breath consuming kiss before gently pushing me away.

'This one's for you,' he began to wank himself and I saw his smooth scrotum
tighten up under his rigid meat.

'Yeah, go for it,' Jo was clicking away like mad.

'Aaaah,' Jimbo's face screwed up and his belly muscles flexed as his cock
jerked and then spurted. He sighed with relief as three of four streams of
creamy white spunk splatted onto his lower belly and pubics and then ran
over his knuckles as he squeezed his organ dry. With a final sigh he looked
at me and grinned.

I leapt over and before anyone could stop me grabbed his semen stained
organ and sank my mouth over his cum smeared knob.

'Jeez,' Jimbo sighed again and slowly worked himself in my mouth as I
lapped him clean and then started to wash the slimy mess from his belly. he
dragged me up and we rolled around, him naked and me still clothed. His
tongue was down my throat and he clasped and squeezed my bum. I smiled at
him as we finally parted.

'Tomorrow?'

'Bet on it,' he groaned grinning as he felt my own hardness press against
his belly. 'I'll look after that as well.'

'I fancy a bit of Chinese bum,' I whispered.

'No probs,' he laughed. 'I do like a versatile boy.'

'Drinks,' Jo called and began to switch the spots off.

It was like one of those weird dreams you awake from, one minute it's in
full spate, the next minute you're threshing around in your bed wondering
where the hell you are. I stood up feeling pretty well ashamed of myself
for my animalistic actions to see the other three seperating from their
huddle looking equally ashamed. Alex's eyes met mine and his eyes dropped,
I could see the gleam of cum on his lips and then Darren shielded
him. Anticlimax big time, we all got sorted out silently and withdrew to
the lounge where Jo already had the televsion on and was spreading lagers
around.

We all sat around in various states of dress and undress and after a few
sips of the cold gear desultory conversation started. Things were back to
normal and the brief moment of group madness was over.

'Porno or another of Jo's horrors,' Alex was the first to make a move, he
knelt by the VCR/DVD equipment and raked through the tapes and DVD's.

'Anything of you lot?' Darren asked.

'Loads, Jo grinned and knelt alongside Alex.

'Here we go,; Alex waved a CD around. 'Florian getting shagged by Lorenzo
and giving me a blow.'

'Yeah, cheers for that, Alex,' I might have sounded a bit sour but I saw
Jimbo giving me the eye again and I thought: 'Why not.'

I suppose I should say it was embarassing but it wasn't, I'd seen them all
doing their bit and I was determined not to let Alex get to me, I'd deal
with him in bed. Alex was one of those who Caufield said liked to gee
people up, we say wind people up nowadays. Al liked starting arguments and
then walking away with a big snigger leaving a battleground behind
him. Mind you, having said all that, I liked him, he had a big mouth but a
nice body and once you got him on his own he was a different person. He was
excellent sex and he lost some of the 'butch boy' bit once he was under the
duvet.

We had another can and Jo unfolded the sofabed in the corner. I don't know
what that was all about but assumed that if the four in a bed he had
organised got a bit hairy they could split into pairs, Jo always had his
own agenda and I think to be quite honest he'd slightly overbooked
tonight. Looking at Jimbo looking sweet and the pretty cool looking Jerry
looking pretty laid back and scratching his nuts I felt that things would
probably work out.

'Wanna go to bed,' Alex whispered. 'This film's got me as hard as a rock.'

'That makes a change,' I smiled and glanced at the clock. Yeah, I think it
was about time to leave the oldies to their lagers and porn, I was tired
but I'm sure Al would put some life into me in a manner of speaking.

We said our goodnights and Alex told Darren that if he got bored with old
farts to come and visit which went down well with Jo needless to say. Once
in the studio cum bedroom I switched everything off and reduced the
lighting to the nooky glow, that was just the one light which gave you
enough light to see by and that was it.

'I'm shagged,' Alex flopped onto the bed and lay back still fully dressed.

'Not yet you ain't, Paki boy.'

'I knew you'd say that, Flo my girl. Come and gimme a nice sloppy kiss.'

I fell onto the bed alongside him and rubbed my nose gainst his and then
settled my lips onto his. 'Missed you, big mouth.'

'Ditto,' he squirmed against me and clasped my bum. 'How's Loren and the
Antman.'

'Randy and getting randier,' I grinned and felt downwards. He was ripe, I
felt his erection through his tousers and gently squeezed his stiff flesh.

'Let's go to bed,' he whispered and that was it.

We undressed either side of the bed and checked each other out. Nothing had
changed, he was the same delicious light brown, maybe a bit heavier and
maybe that khaki coloured trouser snake of his was a bit bigger but I felt
myself harden in sympathy. If anything he looked more munchable than he had
in the early summer when we'd had our holiday in Lewes.

'Do you ever see whatsit, the one with the uncle that lives by you?

'You mean......... Leo. Sweet Leo.'

'That's the one.'

'Nah, not since the summer but Uncle Freddy swagged me in for the afternoon
once.'

'What swagged as in shagged?'

'Something like that,' he laughed. 'Useless,' he made a wanking motion with
his hand. 'He just wanted a fuck and that was it.'

'Did you do him?' I asked with interest. I quite fancied Leo's young uncle
although I thought he was into older boys.

'Nah, that's what I'm saying,' he slipped his socks off and sat on the edge
of the bed watching me get the rest of my gear off. 'He fucked me silly and
wouldn't even gimme a blow. That pissed me right off.'

'I bet it did,' I slipped into the bed and and he was in alongside me. Talk
about quick, I should call him Rocket Boi or something flash. I felt his
slightly chilly body press against me and we did the old snuggle bit
getting nice, warm and sexed up. I felt his hot cock press against my legs
and as I opened slightly his stiff mass slipped between and he started to
make gentle fucking motions. Not a one to waste time was our Alex. 'Slow
down.' I stroked up and down his smooth back and he relaxed just laying
there with his warm breath tickling my neck.

'What's Darren like?'

'Versatile.' I chuckled, that was all Alex had to know and that one word
would be good enough, he clearly didn't like the Uncle Freddy types and
neither did I.

'Good,' he mumbled and I felt him nudge me over onto my belly.

'Gawd, I thought we were going to sleep.'

'In a bit,' he whispered and I felt his legs inside mine parting them and
then the shuffle around as he changed his mind and rolled me over onto my
back. He moved up the bed forcing me to raise my knees. I felt him part my
legs and then his body above mine and the first touch of his hardness
against my bum.

'Jeez...' I muttered in disgust as he missed his target completely. I
grasped his rigid cock and guided it down to my pucker and rubbed his
slippery glans against it. 'Slowly,' I croakled and I felt his pressure
open me up and then the familiar feel of hot boy inside me.

'Yessss...' He pushed his way in and started to move at around the half way
mark slowly in and out until his soft black pubics were uptight against my
tautly stretched buttocks. 'Yeah,' he settled his lips onto mine and
started to move faster, I supose after his evening's sex show he was on the
boil and ready to go.

I clamped on him and held his hips and he pumped. I liked doing it with
Alex, we did go back some time after all. Not too big and not too little,
just right. I grabbed his neck and pulled his face down onto mine, just a
little bit of Saturday night heaven. As he moved faster I grabbed his
clenched buns holding myself onto him tightly feeling his hot cock slip in
and out of my slick passage aided by his precum and my natural sweat.

'Flo...' he sighed in relief and satisfaction almost laying on me as his
caramel coloured spike jerked and throbbed within me giving me his offering
of thick white boy spunk in jerky splats. I wriggled on him and pushed his
damp hair from his eyes. He smiled down at me and gave an extra push as I
felt the pressure go, he was softening and sliding free, it was over for
him. 'Suck or fuck,' he whispered as his head lay on my chest. I didn't
reply but just applied a gentle pressure onto the top of his head and
smiled as I felt his hand encircle my stiff cock, he was going down for a
bedtime snack... goody.

I thought I was pretty good on blow jobs but Alex was an expert. He often
said he liked my circumcised cock as it made a change from miles of
foreskin, all I know is that he seemed to be taking forever. He was
jiggling ,my scrotum which was well tight and without any warning shuffled
up in the bed tenting the duvet and sat on my chest.

'Whatcha doing, Al?'

 'Don't be a dummy, Flo...' He reached behind him and held my slippery
penis upright and then shuffled back. I felt his smooth cheeks slide over
it, a gentle nudge and then his heat and tightness gripped me. He was
slowly and deliberately sitting on my erection.

'Aaaah,' I sighed with satisfaction as I felt his body actually absorb me
as he swallowed me. He then began to move up and down. 'Oooh... you
bastard,' I muttered fondly and started to fuck up into his heat.

'Yeah, go for it,' he groaned and leaning forward and down kissed me as I
fucked upwards into him and he slipped up and down on my now rock hard
cock. I fleetingly thought of impaling myself on Jimbo's big cock and got
even harder which shows something I suppose. I grabbed his slender hips and
fucked faster and faster as he more or less sat static and continued to
kiss and hug me. We were in such a ball it was almost foetal until I did a
rapid upending and got him beneath me, it was then that I went to town. I
had him in the stuffed chicken pose and plunged and lunged into his tight
brown arse until he cried for mercy but I was done.

I slapped into his well used ring for the last time and stayed in deep as I
felt the burning surges and the wetness of my cum spurt into his bottom. He
relaxed and his hands slowly moved up and down my sweaty back as I
gradually stopped with my stiff spike buried in his cum flooded butt.

'See,' he grinned at me in the gloom. You didn't want to go to sleep after
all.'

'I do now,' I slipped from his battered boy fanny and cuddled him into one
stinkly mass. 'Now we sleep.'

'Until the next time,' he agreed cheerfully and snuggled in. The bed was
damp and stunk but there was nothing to be done about it now, enough was
enough.

I must admit even with the less than perfect bed I slept well and probably
next awoke in the pre dawn. The birds were at it anyway and there was the
faintest of grey lights filtering through the gap in the curtains. I
shivered in the bed, my exposed arm was covered in goosebumps and I
hurriedly drew it in and wrapped it around Alex who was burbling away like
a kid. I snuggled upto his warm body and peered into what I could see of
the room which looked extremely unattractive in the dawn's early light. I
had that funny feeling you get when you think someone is watching you and
lifted my head a little peering around.

'Looks like Florian's awake.' A quiet voice spoke to my right.

'You get the sofa bed then.' Another voice answered with a quiet chuckle.

'Looks that way,' I felt a body sit on my side of the bed and a hand gently
ruffle my hair and then a finger softly trace a line down my cheek. 'Wake
up, baby.' I recognised the voice. It was Jimbo, my Jimbo with the dimples.

'Jim,' I rolled over and looked at him and at his companion, it was Jerry,
I should have guessed. 'What's up?'

'You smell of sex,' he gave me a flash of his dimples and then coaxed me
from the bed. 'Come on.' I didn't ask any questions, I'd heard the remark
about the front room and the sofa bed and knew exactly what was
happening. Jo was playing his favourite game of divide and conquer as he
called it. I called it divide and unite which it was, he wanted time alone
with Darren and the Chinese boys wanted Alex and myself. It was as easy as
that.  As I left the room I Jerry gave me one of his rare grins and slid
into my vacated slot, I saw his big six incher jutting and jerking, Alex
was in for a pretty rude awakening.

Jimbo on the other hand was only half hard and I felt it's bulk and warmth
as he ushered me into the front room which was a damn sight warmer and
gloomier as the curtains were still fully drawn.

We got into the fold down bed, there was no argument there and I felt his
sweet lips on me and his strong hands run up and down my body.

'Have fun last night?' I whispered.

'Energetic fun,' he laughed and his arms went around me crushing me and
clasping my buns. I could feel his cock getting harder as he pressed and
ruubbed against me. 'I wanted you last night and I think you might have
felt the same.'

'I did but Alex is an old friend.'

'I know. Never mind Jerry has a thing for Alex so they should be happy
enough.'

'They will be, Alex likes Jerry so everything works out well.'

'Don't it,' he chuckled again and started to kiss my neck and upper
body. He was so gentle but as he moved against me I c ould feel his man
sized cock getting harder and harder. I grasped it and slowly wanked him as
he kissed just about every inch of my upper body and then took my ballsac
into his mouth and fondled my rehardened meat. 'Sweet cock,' he mumbled and
I felt his fingers go under me and toy with my pucker and the the slightst
of pressures and one finger started to slide in and out of my still laden
passage. 'Don't need any lube.'

'No,' I croaked as he maneuvered me onto my belly and spread my legs and
slolwy finger fucked me opening me up and loosening me for what was about
to come. I was under no delusions, Jimbo wanted to fuck me and what
happened after that was anyone's guess.

'Did you fuck your pal last night?'

'Of course,' I groaned as I felt a second finger inside me circling and
easing my back door muscle even further.

'In that case excuse me if I don't suck your beautiful little cock, you can
have a go at the Jimbo booty later if you've got it in you.'

'I have,' I laughed pushing my bum up onto his fingers. I wasn't too keen
on the remark of a little cock but compared to his it was I suppose. Mind
you the remark about the 'Jimbo booty' was encouraging. I just hoped he was
speaking the same language as I was.

'Good,' he murmured and I felt him on me, his legs were between mine and I
felt him spread them and then the heat and the slipperyness of his swollen
plumlike glans between my cheeks. 'Ready?'

'Go on.' I was going to say - 'Do your worst' but thought better of it. I
flinched as I felt his mass press against my pucker and then that same
pucker stretch as if it was going to split. There was pain there but he was
in and I could feel his heat filling me and his breath on the back of my
neck. His dick probably wasn't as fat as Darren's but it was a damn sight
longer and I could feel it moving in and out sinking deeper into my
body. Jimbo was obviously ejoying what he was doing, he slid it right out
until only his knob was inside me and the slowly slid it back in.

'Alright?' he slipped in again and deeper this time, I began to review the
six inch estimate, he may have been a seven incher or bigger, my personal
best.

'Yeah,' I croaked and pushed up a bit.

He was moving faster now but still doing the deep penetration bit until at
the end I felt his soft black pubes press against my bottom.

'Is it in?' I did my chirpy bit.

He gave one last push and I felt his belly against my spine and his hot
mass fill me. 'It is now.' he grunted and then he dragged me up into a
doggy position and started to fuck.  He fucked like a machine slapping and
slamming into me until my teeth clicked. His firm lower belly slammer
against my bottom and I subsided onto the bed with him still in me and
still shagging. He did a half turn and lifted one of my legs, a bit of a
scramble and we were on our sides and then we were face to face and he was
kissing me. My legs pressed against his back as he took shorter jabs and I
swear his slick flesh nearly came out of my mouth.

'Yeah, yeah,' he grunted and I knew he was into his climax and when he came
it was worth the wait. I felt his huge swollen cock throb and spurt inside
me. The heat of his spunk nearly sent me potty, I could feel the slime
trickle down onto my tailbone as he gradually slowed. I don't know who
spread the tale about Orientals having little dicks but they hadn't met
Jimbo and his brother Jerry. He lay on me kissing and with his relaxing
penis still inside me, to my frusration I'd shot my lot on my belly and as
he kissed me he squelched on it and gently moved on my spent penis.

'Good job I've got enough for both of us,' he remarked gazing at me with
his brown eyes.

'Big head.'

'We'll see.' I felt him begin to harden again and he smiled. Starting to
move slowly he raised my legs and placed them onto his shoulders. 'Big
head?'

'Maybe no,' I groaned and then grinned. 'Go on then.'




						The End
						for now

Chapter 15 for the New Year.

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