Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2004 06:15:50 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Life with Philip Series 4

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

Onto the story. Enjoy. Donate a coupla quid. KEEP NIFTY FREE

THERE ARE TWO YOUNG MINOR POP STARS IN THIS STORY. THIS STORY IS
FICTION AND MAKES NO CLAIMS ABOUT THEIR SEXUALITY IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER.
..... THE PRICE OF FAME BOYS

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LIFE WITH PHILIP - 4


PHILIP AND THE POPSTERS

by

G. Cutter


Another weekend on us and we seemed to have spent it in a black hole, maybe
a spatial wormhole was centred over my house. Philip had the glooms because
Alex had gone sick and hadn't done what was becoming his traditional
stayover for the weekend. Kevin was keeping out of the way and my poor
little lover didn't know if he was being spurned or if the said Kevin was
suffering from remorse. I just gave him the usual advice: Go with he flow,
things normally sort themselves out in the end. I suppose it's a bit of
negative philosophy but it works for me. Blond boy Andy, he of the pure
white bottom was off on holiday for ten days with his parents which just
left Philip and yours truly at the old homestead.

I thought it was rather relaxing and it made a nice change not to have an
oversexed bunch of teenies trying to abuse my body. Believe that one. The
problem was that I was in love with Phil, I wouldn't admit it but the
others were just running interference, skinny Phil (sorry, suave and
debonair Phil) was my main man. Needless to say he's just leant over my
shoulder and started sticking his tongue in my ear. Ah well, back to
keeping the girlfriend happy, life is such a drag.

Shit. The little prick just nipped my ear. 'Boyfriend,' he says 'Guess
who's staying at Prince's Drive?'

'Pass.'

'Calvin and Aaron,' his eyes were lit up like a set of fuckin' traffic
lights.

'Wow, I laughed. 'Who the hell are Calvin and Aaron? They're not related to
Pinky and Perky are they?'

'Cor, what a dummy,' he shot over the room and flashed up the
computer. Click, click and he was on line. 'Look at this.'  I noticed my
little Worzel Gummage was tuned to 'Sclubbers.co.uk' a new one on me I must
admit. Then I saw what all the fuss was about. Another teeny song and dance
mob aimed at the twelve year old girls who read 'Missy' and 'Sub Teen Zit
Sagas'.

'Usual shite.' I wasn't impressed.

'Yeah, wanna bet,' he sneered and clicked the magazine section displaying
group and solo photos.

Deary me, what had my petite pumkin found. Two delicious boys around
fifteen he tells me, one what I'd call a cheeky chappy and another a little
more mature but what lookers. They were a gayboy's dream. I could see why
Philip was so excited. I could see he was madly in lust with the younger
and shorter of the two Calvin Goldspink, now there's a name to make the
gonads tingle. The other guy was called Aaron something and he was supposed
to be a Cornish surfer boi (ha ha). Actually he was the one I liked, the
little one looked a bit fem if you know what I mean.

'So, what they doing in our neck of the woods? Boresville, County Bore
sorta thing.'

'They're doing a bit of secret R+R away from the fans and they're renting
Prince's Drive for the week.'

'So how come you know, sweetpea?'

'Friends in low places,' he sniggered. 'I've been chatting to the guy who
cuts the hedge and whatnot.

'Is he telling you the truth or is he trying to get inside your baggy
knickers?'

'Nah, old Ralph's OK, he likes me.'

'Yeah, I know that. That's what worries me.

'Not my type,' Philip laughed. 'I'm betrothed anyway.'

'Yeah, I've got my doubts about you. Anyway, I need to get some work in I'm
still trying to get the 'Odd Job Boy' back on the road.'

'You're such a sad pratt, falling in love with your own characters,' he
laughed. 'Tell you what. You stay in and be boring and I'll wander over and
suss out the place. Might even be lucky and get some autographs.' He
started to rake about under the computer desk looking for a pen and paper.

'Well if you get lucky invite them over for sex.'

'Hey, that's an idea.'

'Don't be daft, Phil.' I looked at him, he was so dim at times. 'If they're
popsters they'll have minders lurking around, you won't get anywhere near
them. Anyway that place is seriously posh, it's got a bloody twelve foot
wall around it.'

'I'll jump over,' Action Man grinned.

'You can't even jump out of bed.'

'I can jump in and that's all you're worried about Sex Fiend from Surrey.'

'Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sod off Phil, I've got some creative writing to do.'

'More filth you mean.'

'And that.' I grabbed him by the shoulders, kissed him on the back of his
slender neck and propelled him towards the door before sitting at my
computer. I needed peace and quiet and I wouldn't get it with the boyfriend
from hell perched on my shoulder.

Remember the film 'It' this is the story 'Philip' and I've just taken over.

Remember what we did in the last story, the one about my birthday weekend?
Well we're doing it again because I can't type. Micky calls it ghost
writing or something. I tell him what happens to me and he writes it
(adding a load of crap I might point out). Anyway earwigo .... I got that
out of the Beano, an insect falling off Beachy Head. I love comics.

It was quite warm and there were a couple of the footballers stripped off
doing a bit of sunbathing rather than watching the match. It was the usual
stuff, one match either end of the field but the spot I was interested in
was past them and on the perimeter. I knew the rusty old fence was down
from my touring around with Micky. Prince's Drive was a really super dooper
rich man's pad which was let out for odds and sods, always people with
loadsa dosh. Ralph, the old geyser who cut their hedges and generally
bodged about had told me about the S Clubber's stay and there was no reason
for him to lie.

I took Micky's point about the security or minders but then again if they
were there top secret sorta thing why should they need security. Most of
the adults who go past the place were Golf Club poshies and would know a S
Clubber from a hole in the head, a hole in one maybe.

Sure enough one I got away from the football it was like you'd got away
from the planet. Birds and insects made their usual racket but nary a sight
of a human as I blundered through the chest high bracken to where the fence
had fallen apart. Didn't really worry us, we were on a private estate but
people came and went, it was no big deal. I got covered in shit and was
sweating like a sweaty thing by the time I got through the hole. Prince's
Drive looked deserted, it was a one story house with a bloody great turret
thing on the roof, a cupola or something Micky called it, it looked like a
watchtower and I wondered if anyone was up there keeping an eye out.

Paranoid, that's me. This was Surrey on a dead as brown bread Saturday
afternoon. It was really quiet though, I was beginning to doubt Ralph's
story, maybe they weren't due 'til Monday or something. Anyway, nothing
ventured nothing gained, I crossed the scruffy old road which led to the
Golf Course service yard and sidled up to the gate. The gate was a bloody
great iron thing and was ajar, there were no cars or anything parked in
front of the house and the whole place looked like it was empty,
unoccupied, de-bloody-serted.

May as well have a sniff about, I thought. Talk about walking into
trouble. I can't say it enough, this is seriously rich-land. Oiks like
myself are not advised to go wandering around other peoples property,
they're the sort of people who set the hounds on you and then sit there
laughing their bollocks off and sipping their G and Ts as their SS trained
dobermans rip your arms and danglies off.

It was so quiet it was almost spooky. In Mick's place, next to the Club and
the field there's always something going on, here was like being on earth
after a nuclear whatsit, remember Twenty Eight Days, a bit like that. I
must have been mad, I wandered across the driveway and walked around the
side of the house where I knew the kitchen was. The excuse was that if
anyone trapped me I could say I was feeling faint and needed water. So
strange. The garden was empty but there were two dirt bikes parked up by
the vegetable garden. You know the things, they've got tiny engines in them
and you're OK off road but you're in the shit if you take them on the
public highway.

Ah well, perservere with the water story. I tried the kitchen door and it
swung open on me. Shit, now what?

I stood there for a long time just listening and there was just nothing,
absolute silence. I couldn't believe someone had left the house empty and
unlocked but I suppose it happens. What happened if the residents had gone
into town to do some shopping and just forgot to lock the kitchen door, it
can happen, that doesn't mean to say you're allowed to wander in.

But this is the point that things started to go wrong or maybe right, see
what you think. I went into the kitchen and drew a glass of water from the
tap, I was parched, that was no lie. If I'd have left it there I'd have
been alright but I didn't. I cracked open the kitchen door to find a dark
and cool passageway which like a mug I sneaked down to another door. I
opened this one slightly and peered through the crack, it was the main
hallway to the house, the entrance door was visible at the far end and
other doors as well, two or three, I didn't take a lot of notice. Not a
sound, no music, no voices, absolutely nothing.

I'm sitting here telling Micky all this and he's just shaking his head in
despair.

I took pot luck, I wandered across a corner of the hall and opened another
door and peered in, it was a large comfortable room with a huge television
and a music machine to die for and it was lived in, no doubt about
that. There were a couple of sweatshirts draped over the back of the sofa
even a pair of discarded trainers in the fireplace. The thing I did notice
was that the clothing wasn't adult. Hercule Poirot strikes, the stuff was
youthy, certainly not big enough for a grown man or female.

Madness was in control, I walked in and looked around. Yeah, this was
cerainly the living room, they probably called it the lounge or day room or
something.  It was comfortable and untidy, a bit like Micky's little
parlour.

You must have seen these horror films where the hero opens a door and a
spook or a body appears and the old heart jumps up into the throat. That
happened to me, I turned to leave, opened the door which had swung to and
there they were.

Two boys or youths faced me and they were not happy bunnies.

'Call the police, Cal,' the taller of the two spoke to his mate and stood
blocking the door, I was trapped.

'No rush,' Calvin Goldspink lounged against a small table and looked at
me. 'He's no problem, he's a weed.'

'Bollocks.' That was the best I could come up with I was in shock.

'Watchit,' the taller one grinned at me quite nastily I thought. 'You're
not in a position to get stroppy.'

'Look, I'm out of it, I'm history, it was all a big mistake.' I waffled
on. No way were they going to let me go, I was in deep shit. Micky was
going to go bananas, my mum would go ballistic. Everything Micky and myself
had got sorted over the last four weeks was going to be wiped out in a
moment of madness. Sheer fucking stupidity.

The two exchanged glances and I wasn't too sure what was going on, they
certainly didn't seem to keen to call the police, mind you that would bring
the teenies down here in droves once their whereabouts were common
knowledge.

'Do you know us?' Calvin looked at me, his grin was quite nice, not nasty
like Aaron.

'Course I do, I'm a fan.'

'A boy fan,' Calvin glanced at Aaron again. 'Suppose you were going to swag
our underwear for a souvenir.'

'The thought occured,' I grinned and then could have bit my tongue
off. What an incredibly stupid and naff thing to say to this pair.

'Yeah,' Calvin gave his trademark lop sided grin to his mate. They must
have been reading each other's minds as they both grabbed an arm and
marched me to the foot of the highly polished and very richly carpeted
staircase.

'We've got to lock you up until the police get here,' Aaron explained half
regretably.

'Why I haven't done anything,' I struggled but it was two on one and Aaron
at least was a sight tougher than I was.

'Breaking and entering,' Calvin supplied.

'Trespass.' Aaron.

'Stalking,' Calvin laughed.

'Theft.' Aaron.

'I haven't stolen anything.'

'We can soon frame you,' Aaron seemed quite taken with the idea as they
half pushed and half pulled me up the stairs.

'Come on fellas, I'm a fan,' I struggled but they were in charge, I didn't
have a chance. 'Look I'll do what you want, can we just drop this. I only
wanted an autograph and a glass of water.'

'Good job you put the autograph first,' Calvin giggled. 'So you're going to
do what we want?'

'Anything.' It didn't cross my mind at the time where the conversation
which was a bit wierd was going. I was so sorta shell shocked, I just
wanted to get away from these two, I'd suddenly left the fan club, I wanted
my Micky and safety.

'Anything.' They spoke as one and an identical grin appeared on their
faces.

'Yeah,' I mumbled.

'Good,' Aaron pushed open the door. It was a bedroom. 'What's your name
kid?'

'Philip and I'm not a kid, I'm sixteen.'

'Right,' he looked at me and sneered. This boy was the leader, Calvin was
following his every move. 'Sixteen and never been fucked.'

What. I looked at him and my jaw probably hit my kneecaps. What did he say?

'What?'

'You heard me, Phil.' he grinned at me and pushed me into the room. He
looked quite nice when he wasn't trying to be horrible. In fact he was
fuckin' handsome, very boyish. Calvin was cheeky and sweet, just a tiny bit
fem but I think that was said a bit earlier.

'We're here for a week,' Calvin took up the conversation although it was a
bit one sided. He threw a suitcase on the bed and unsnapped the catches. My
eyes popped out of my head, I thought I was seeing things. FUCKIN'
HANDCUFFS. Braided leather things like ropes or straps other unidentifiable
objects one clearly a dildo and a big dildo at that. My cheeky, funny and
adorable popsters were a couple of deviates and I was locked in a house
with them, I was at their mercy. 'Most of our boy fans are gay, did you
know that?' Calvin looked at me.

'I'm not gay.' I was lying through my teeth but I didn't like the look of
all that black kit, I didn't mind a romp but fuck a pary with handcuffs and
who know what else.

'Then why are you hard,' Calvin grasped my groin gently but firmly and sure
enough I was, probably not all the way but it soon got there as he
skillfully handled it. 'Nice one,' Calvin whispered and kissed me on the
chin. 'We're gonna have fun.'

'Are we?' I croaked, I was nearly pissing myself as Aaron tipped the case
on the bed and out fell a jumble of black leather items, some didn't bear
thinking about.

'We are,' Aaron was back in charge. 'You're in the shit but we'll let you
off the hook if you wanna play.'

'No rough stuff?'

'We promise on our lives not to hurt you,' Aaron looked at me seriously and
Calvin nodded in the background.

'Orrite.' What else could I say. They both moved in and pulled my
sweatshirt of over my head and left me standing by the bed bare chested.

''Admit you're gay,' Calvin moved in and his head dropped, I felt his lips
and little nips from his teeth on my nipple.

'Yeah, say it,' Aaron had moved behind me and I could feel his lips kissing
and nuzzling at the back of my neck, I could also feel his boyhood pressing
against my bottom and it weren't no weeny that was for sure. Surfer boi was
rigged, I wondered what Calvin had to offer.

'Say it,' Calvin sucked my tit and clutched at the spare flesh just above
my hips. 'You are so fuckin' nice,' he grinned up at me.

'Yeah, OK, I'll say it.'

'Go on then,' Aaron munched at my neck, I hoped to hell he didn't give me a
hickey.

'Yeah. yeah, I'm gay,' I wriggled and groaned, Calvin's hand had unzipped
me and he was fondling my erection through my boxers.

I felt Calvin backing me onto the bed and as I hit it my legs folded, we
fell onto the bed with him ontop, he kissed me lightly at first and then
furiously ground his groin into mine. I could feel Aaron clambering about
on the bed but was too excited at the touch and contact of one of my
idols. I was snogging Calvin Goldspink. Calvin's Goldspink's fuckin' hand
was around my stiffy. God I must be in heaven, I could feel the wetness of
precum in my pants as he fondled and groped my hardness.

I came down to earth when I felt something clip around my wrist, Aaron
tugged my other arm free of Calvin and I felt another click. They were
rubberised or rubber coated handcuffs, one pair to each hand. I struggled a
bit but I was lost with Calvin clinging to me like a leech on heat and
Aaron, of course, being much stronger. I finished up with my hands up by
the headboard each pair of handcuffs being secured to a leather thing that
ran from corner to corner of the bed.  I could see now why they'd removed
my sweatshirt.

The next stunt lost me somewhat, Calvin produced a simply huge beachtowel
and laid it on top of the bed making sure that I was in the middle. I
started to kick out as I still had full use of my legs but Aaron and Calvin
grabbed one each.

'Don't panic,' Calvin started to remove my trainers and socks. 'No one's
going to get hurt.'

'Got a boyfriend, Phil?' Aaron stood and looked down at me. He grinned and
peeled his own polo shirt off displaying a beautifully suntanned, smooth
and quite muscular torso. 'You like,' he flexed his pecs and tautened his
six pack.

'Yeah, nice,' I mumbled. I still wasn't too happy with these two.

'What's the boyfriend's name, where does he live?'

'Sod all to do with you.'

'Cheeky boy,' Aaron grinned at Calvin and the younger boy laughed.

'Bit of torture,' Calvin suggested.

'Lotta torture,' Aaron looked at his friend again. I'll give them this,
they were well organised and I wondered how many young boy fans had gone
through this routine before. They fell on me and I felt my trousers and
underwear being removed, still fighting I felt my ankles being tied on a
sort of extension to the bottom corners of the bed. I was now firmly tied
in a figure X. Talk about annoyed and embarassed, I was fucking mortified.

'What's the boyfriend's name?' Calvin's face was inches away.

I just looked at him with my mouth firmly closed.

'Time to raid the fridge,' Aaron laughed and left the room nearly at a run.

'You've got a nice cock,' Calvin gently handled me whilst his confederate
was missing. he kissed my glans and licked off a bead of precum. 'Tasty.'
He looked at me and nuzzled at my ear. 'I want you to fuck me before you go
..... do you want to do that?'

'Yeah,' I croaked, my erection was leaking buckets.

'We'd better put a stop to that then,' Calvin giggled and reached into the
junk on the floor. He produced a leather strap which he wound around the
neck of my scrotum and then tightly around the base of my erection, my
penis was so tight skinned I thought it was going to burst. He then
produced a huge tube of some sweet scented oil and started to rub it onto
my belly, into my pubics and then across my jerking shaft. 'That is such a
nice dick,' Calvin giggled again and wrapped his oily hand tightly around
my straining penis. I looked down at my knob end, it looked like it was
going to explode.

Aaron came back into the room, he had a plastic shopping bag but put it
onto the floor.

'Right. We got this lot sorted?' he looked at Calvin and Calvin just
nodded.

'OK then.' They grinned at each other and started to undress, both of them
got down to their underwear, I noticed Calvin wore white CKs and Aaron wore
bright yellow boxers, they didn't keep them on too long. Finally they stood
at the end of the bed and looked down at me.

An S Club 8 fans dream, little twelve year olds would give their living
heart for a sight like this. Calvin and Aaron standing naked both sporting
fully blown erections, Aaron was even dribbling a bit although Calvin was
dry. Aaron was a shock, he must have mustered in at six and a half to seven
inches, Calvin was much smaller probably less than six about the same as
myself, both were uncircumcised although both foreskins were fully
withdrawn down the shaft.

'So who's the boyfriend?' Aaron reached into the bag at his feet and looked
at me.

I just shook my head in a negative.

JESUS FUCKIN CHRIST. The prick had dropped an ice cube into my belly
button, to make it worse he put the flat of his hand on it and slowly
rubbed it around my belly. God only knows what saved me from a heart
attack.

Calvin grinned and untied one leg. I was so weak I couldn't move, I was in
a state of near shock. Worse was yet to come. Aaron passed something to
Calvin which I barely saw before I felt and icy pain at my bum and a
freezing ice cube was forced through my sphincter into my anal passage. I
closed my eyes, this pair of pricks were going to kill me.

I felt the water on my belly getting warmer as my body heat melted the ice
but the cube up my back passage was torture.

'What's his name.' This was Aaron again.

'Micky,' I blurted out. I don't mind a joke but fuck a pantomime.

'How old is he,' Calvin's turn

'Nineteen, just.'

'Excellent.' Calvin grinned at me and leant forward and kissed my cold
dick, it immediately began to react especially when he put his lips around
the head

'Good looking?'

'I think so.'

'You would wouldn't you.' Aaron grinned. 'Tell me do you have proper sex,
like all the way or are you just gropers.'

'We have sex,' I was a bit indignant. Of course we had sex, we were
boyfriends not just pals.

'Let's try this,' Aaron clambered past Calvin who had brought Philip Junior
back to life and was sucking it like a lollypop and he straddled my
chest. I tried not to look too interested in his big cock waving around in
front of my face with it's bead of pre-cum at the tip. 'You want this
kiddo,' Aaron brushed his swollen glans across my lips, I felt the smear of
his weak starters on my lips and opened my mouth ... be fair, what would
you do.

Micky just said; bite the end off. Now that's a fuckin' brilliant
suggestion when you're handcuffed to someone's bed.

I opened my mouth and took in his spongy knob licking off his precum and
savouring the warm meat. Rather unexpectedly he was nice and gentle, he
didn't stress me, he just slipped his hard meat in and out leisurely face
fucking yours truly. It doesn't get much better getting face fucked and
blown by S Club 8 at the same time. Calvin now had two fingers up my bum
and was slowly opening me up with those oil covered fingers. I see why
they'd put the huge towel down now, it must have been a bit messy with the
melting ice cube and oil. At least the bum was getting a bit warmer.

'Change round,' Calvin slapped his mate on the back.

'Ouch,' Aaron flashed an annoyed look over his shoulder and dismounted
running his slippery penis across my lips for the last time. He was
replaced by Calvin and his hallmark cheeky monkey grin and his beautiful
little cock. It wasn't all that little it was just smaller than Aaron's and
I was quite happy sucking away at his sweatmeat, the trouble was I couldn't
see what Aaron was upto.

JEEZ. I nearly bit my little popster's dick off, the clown down below had
slid another ice cube up my arse and we were back to square one, my dick
deflated like it wanted to crawl back into my body but he had another
surprise up his sleeve. I felt a nudge on my ring and thought he was trying
to fuck me with the ice cube inside but he wasn't.

I felt my ring stretch and then a brief pain as something a lot harder than
a boy's cock pierced me, Aaron had brought the dildo into play and this
thing was huge. I groaned and wriggled about but I was basically pinioned
with Calvin fucking my mouth, the handcuffs and Aaron laying on one leg and
prodding me up the arse with this bloody great chunk of rubber. It was
going in slowly and I could feel my butthole stretching as he fed it in
deeper and deeper.

Tell ya, this was so weird. The ice cube up my back passage was melting and
this oily dildo was being hand fucked in deeper and deeper and to my shame
my dick was hardening up again. No probs with that, Aaron kept up his dildo
work and then started to suck on me really bringing it to life.

For fuck's sake, what now. Calvin had turned around and had presented his
sweet litle bottom to my face. I kissed one smooth cheek and then the other
but he wanted more than that. He shuffled back until his gorgeous little
butt was right up against my face and he spread his cheeks exposing his
little ring. I took a little lick and he wriggle and pushed back a bit more
and I started doing fuckin' great cowlicks and little prods with the tip of
my tongue.

Aaron had got me fully hard again and it was beginning to ache, I really
needed to cum but they weren't having that, he continued to suck, poor old
Phil Junior must be red raw by now, at least it felt like it and that
bloody dildo was now gliding in and out like a well oiled piston. I reckon
my fanny was gonna finish up like the Channel Tunnel.

'Come on guys, I gotta cum,' I hate begging but this was too much. The ice
cube had melted now and God willing they weren't going to do another one, I
was beginning to quite enjoy the massive lump of rubber going in and out
but I NEEDED TO CUM. My dick felt like it was on fire, of course Aaron's
warm wetness and sucking didn't help. Mind you I was having trouble
breathing with Calvin's sweet little bottom shoved up against my face.

All change. Aaron laid my leg down and retied it leaving the dildo shoved
right up my bum but I was used to that now, that was OK. Calvin got off my
face so I could breath now, that was OK. What my little chipmunk did next
certainly wasn't OK. He moved around and as Aaron held my straining and may
I add, blood red penis upright, Calvin sat on it. Slowly but surely he
settled his tight little boy cunt right around my aching meat.

At any other time I'd have been over the moon, as it was it was fantastic
as he slowly moved up and down but I was in pain, I so desperately wanted
to cum.

'Untie my dick, please,' I begged, I was nearly crying.

'I think he's ready,' Calvin grinned, cruel little bastard. He slid off me
wincing a little as my swollen knob popped from his ring. He shuffled up
and popped his sweetmeat into my mouth again. I began to suck on it,
anything to get away from this lot.

I felt Aaron untie my legs, thank Christ for that at least. He hoisted them
up and Calvin copped hold of them under the knees leaving my arse totally
exposed for his chum.

A couple of more prods with the dildo and I felt it slide free and my hole
and anus relaxed and went back to normal, I hope.

The next prod wasn't rubber, it was warm living flesh. I groaned around
Calvin's cock as I felt Aaron's mansized penis work it's way into my tight
little boy cunt.

'Jesus Micky: You're supposed to be typing what I say not saying things
like that.' Pause for argument.

Bossman's talked me into it, I have got a tight little boy cunt. Carry on
with story.

Aaron got himself in and after the dildo he was no trouble in spite of
being quite large, he started to fuck and I quite enjoyed it apart from my
aching balls and a mouthful of Calvin's cock. Aaron was a bit of a rough
fuck, he hammered away like he was trying to screw me to the bed. Mind you
when he came if was like a torrent, God know's how much of his hot spunk
splashed into my bottom but I felt flooded, I could feel it squishy around
my ring. Melted ice, body oil and Aaron's semen, I bet it was a right mess,
thank God I couldn't see.

'You ready for this,' Calvin murmurred and slipped his cock from my mouth.

'Go on,' I muttered, I knew what was coming, he was cuming.

He screwed his litle face up and wanked rapidly and splat and
splateroonisville . I gasped and licked my lips as he came spurting thick
white steamers of pearly spunk over my lips and the rest of my face. The
evil little sod came like a horse and it tasted beautiful. He slipped down
my body leaving a trail of his boy juice down my chest and belly.

'I'm gonna have a bath,' Aaron announced, he slowly slipped free of my
bruised and battered butt and untied my ankles. Surpringly he shoved past
Calvin and gave me a long and lingering kiss on my cum shiny lips. 'See you
later babes, have a nice fuck.' With that he left myself and Calvin to
it. Calvin untied the gizmo around my cock and balls and I felt the
exquisite relief as my bollocks resumed their natural position. Funnily
enough I didn't feel the urge to come but it wasn't too far away.

Calvin smiled at me and kissed me again slipping his tongue into my mouth,
we had a tongue fight and I raised my knees pressing them against his warm
body, God I wanted him so much. He grinned that lop sided grin of his and
one handcuff was gone another kiss but this time I had one hand on the back
of his neck making it an even better kiss than the last. Another click and
the second handcuff was gone.

Calvin flopped onto his back and grinned at me as I rubbed my wrists. 'Come
on then, I wanna bit of fan cock.'

Too bloody true. I leapt up got between his legs and raised his knees to
his chest. I could see his little ring winking at me still shiny and
slippery with my saliva. I placed my swollen and still aching knob at his
opening and pushed in hard and deep.

'Jeeez,' Calvin wailed and grasped me kissing my neck, jaw and then on the
lips. 'Fuck me bad, Philip. Fuckin' well rape me.'

Talk about weird, I did what he said anyway. he wanted it, I wanted it and
Philip Junior was up for it in fuckin' spades as they say. It was probably
one of the most if not the most brutal fuck's I've done. I'm not into the
rough stuff but this kid was begging for it and I gave it. I rammed into
his tight little arse like I was trying to split him, he moaned and writhed
about loving it urging me on all the time. As I fucked him he was wanking
like mad. dunno why, he'd just cum but he was hard again and if it kept him
happy ..... I just pounded away at his sweet bottom. No way was I going to
last, I could feel my balls tight uo under my shaft and I was gonna blast
my little Calvin off planet.

'I'm cumming,' I groaned and I did,

It was incredible. It must have been the tournique or something but I
blasted such a load of my boy juice into his gut it was running out of his
hole. I just came and came, gallons of the old creamy stuff deep into his
twitching and trembling body. He just lay there with a dopey grin and
stroked my sweaty torso as I gradually came to a stop, a bit like one of
the non Duracell bunnies. I collapsed on him and kept my cock deep in his
flooded fanny. He stroked my sweaty buns and kissed me gently until I
recovered and started to kiss him back.

'That wasn't too bad for the first one,' he gave me that cheeky grin again.

'Really,' I smiled back, I could feel my slippery meat begin to harden up
again, I made a little stab.

'Nice,' he whispered and worked his tight little butt on my reawakening
penis. I gave another prod and then slid free.

'Aaw,' he wailed.

I rolled him over onto his belly and parted his legs. One nano second later
I slipped back into his cum filled and welcoming warmth.

'Phillip, you darling,' he whispered and clutched the pillow. 'Nice slow
one this time?'

'That'll do me,' I sank deep into his hot little arse and stayed there
munching the back of his neck.

I moved slowly in and out, he was flooded and there was no traction at all,
this fuck was going to take forever. I rammed in and the more I rammed the
more he pushed his little bottom into the air until his bum was well up and
he was resting his face on his arms. He didn't stop yakking. 'Come on, come
on, harder, harder.' I felt like putting on of the gags I'd sighted in his
foul little mouth. 'Fuck me, Philip.' he demanded pushing himself fully up
into the famous doggy pose.

That was it, I grabbed his hips and stared whacking away like I was trying
to pop my glans out of his mouth. There was sweat and second hand cum
flying everywhere and the constant sound of the slap, slap of my belly
hitting his cute little butt. The experience of a lifetime, my Micky would
never believe this not would the other guys. Kevin would be so jealous,
he'd admitted the other night he had a bit of a crush on Calvin.

'Come on,' Calvin urged me pushing back hard but I could feel it
cuming. The old heat in the nuts and lingering at the base of the cock and
then the surge.

'Oh, Calvin,' I sobbed like one of the girly fans as my prick jerked and
splashed for the second time into that beautiful popsters smooth bum. At
least he's never get that sort of fuck from one of his girl fans, well not
unless she strapped it on.

'Yes, yes,' he croaked at each splat and then slowly fell face onto the bed
and I collapsed on top of him cuddling into his sweaty body. Heaven!!!
Postal Code: Surrey. UK.

It must have been fifteen minutes later after the afterglow had died a
little and the snogging and the caressing had ended that we slipped from
the soiled bed.

'The pool?' Calvin grinned. 'A bit of a float around and see what Aaron is
upto.'

'I could use a shower or a bath, dunno about a pool,' I grumped. I felt
tacky, I must have stunk, my little dicky felt red raw and my arse felt
like a swamp. I had to keep the buns rather tightly clamped I can tell you.

'Shower down there,' Calvin giggled. 'Come on don't be a spoilsport
otherwise I'm not going to ask you over for a sleepover.'

'A sleepover?' I perked up. 'I dunno about the other guy, Aaron, he's a bit
rough.'

'Not normally, he's a bit bored. Anyway did you see his eyes light up when
you mentioned your boyfriend, whatsisname, he likes them slightly older.'

'Funnily enough,' I talked as he led the way from the room and back down
the staircase both totally naked of course. 'My Micky had never heard of S
Club 8 and when I showed him your pictures he nearly wet himself when he
saw Aaron.'

'Sounds good,' Calvin laughed we walked down a short passage and he opened
double doors.

Jeez. It was a small swimming pool with the facility I guess to open up the
end to the weather but at the moment it was closed. Aaron floated in the
middle on a rubber thingy naked and fully at his ease.

'Took your time fellas.'

'Philip wanted seconds,' Calvin laughed.

'Calvin wanted seconds,' I called over. I shuffled about a bit, I wanted to
get to the toilet and have a shower before daring to contaminate that
really inviting pool. Kevin where are you when I need you, he'd have loved
this place and this company.

'Over there,' Calvin grinned. 'You go and do what you have to, I wanna chat
to Aaron.' He looked at me for a moment with his trademark grin. 'You and
the b.f. for the night, yeah?'

'Yeah,' I nodded my head and almost ran for the glass sectioned area he had
pointed out.

I had a good clearout and a lovely lukewarm shower and barely dried off
before returning to the pool.

Aaron still hadn't got out of the water but Calvin was now poolside flaked
out on a recliner.

'My turn,' Calvin giggled and ran. I watched his pretty little bubble butt
jiggled as he scampered to the clean up area. To think I was going to have
a night ravishing that with hopefully a bit of ravishment coming my way in
return.

'So,' Aaron smiled at me a totally different boy from earlier in the
afternoon. 'You think your man and myself will hit it off?'

He got off his rubber thing and splashed poolside and then flopped onto
Calvin's vacated recliner.

'Micky's OK and he likes sex. What can I say?'

'Not a lot,' Aaron laughed. 'Your dick looks a bit sore.'

'Tis a bit,' I agreed and lay down on another recliner when he waved at it.

'I gotta cure for that,' he climbed to his feet.

God. Not more perversions I prayed but he walked over and knelt by my
side. Without any further ado he held my limp noodle in three fingers and
started to lick the end and take the soft mass into his mouth. Seconds
later it started to stiffen and the knob began to draw clear of it's
foreskin. 'Aaah,' I sighed and closed my eyes as his hot wetness enveloped
me and brought my poor bruised organ back to like.

Calvin came from the shower and took one look at us and grinned. Going to a
small cupboard screwed to the wall he opened it and busied himself. I tried
to see what he was upto but he had his back to us for a few moments. When
he turned around I saw that his five incher was oiled up and gleaming. He
promptly knelt behind Aaron and kissed his friends neck and moved in. I
felt Aaron leave my penis for a moment give a little gasp and the drop his
head onto me again. I saw Calvin grin at me over Aaron's shoulder and could
see that he was slowly fucking his larger mate. The again everyone's around
the same size in bed and on their knees.

Micky would be relieved, Aaron was a taker as well as a giver, I was
beginning to have my doubts but Calvin was fucking him steadily and rather
lazily in fact. Aaron just pushed back and applied himself to my hardness
which must be well drained by now.

By some miracle I eventually managed to cum into Aaron's mouth but before
that Calvin had cum into his mates bum and had rolled into the pool where
we joined him.

We shared a chilled whine which was rather sweet and didn't appear to be
alcoholic until I decided to get my clothing and make a move homewards. I
had promised to return around eight o'clock in the evening and I had their
phone number if anything went wrong. After the abuse and the so called
torture we parted the best of friends and had a sloppy three way kiss
before I split. I promised them faithfully that I would return with or
without Micky and that was good enough for Calvin at least. I think the
popster kiddy had the hots for me by some sort of miracle. I'd lusted after
him for months. Anyway, at the end of the day I tore myself away and made
my way home.

Gloom and doom. I went into the house and heard Micky chatting to someone,
when I opened the door there was Kevin looking as pretty as a picture and
smiling.

'I thought you'd been locked up,' Micky grinned a welcome. 'Kev's on an
overnighter.'

'Gotta long story,' I sat down on the sofa alongside Kevin and wrapped my
arm around his shoulder and gave him a quick peck. 'I met Calvin and Aaron
today and...................................'

I gave them the lot, the ice cubes, the dildo, being fucked by Aaron,
double fucking Calvin, the final blow and the invitation for the night.

'What about me,' Kevin wailed. He'd immediately realised that Micky and
myself had the invitation and not himself.

'Not to worry,' I mentally crossed my fingers and grabbed Micky's phone. I
was pretty sure the insatiable Calvin wasn't going to turn down another boy
fan slightly younger than myself, a rather versatile young man I might add
as I remembered back to the previous weekend.

They bother watched as I dialed waited a moment for an answer and then
began to speak, luckily it was Calvin on the other end.

Long minutes later I handed the phone to Kevin. 'Calvin wants to talk to
you.' He took it nervously.

'Four or five,' he croaked after listening for a bit. He put the phone down
and placed it on the floor. 'He said he'll see us all around eight. Come
through the kitchen door straight through to the pool, he says you know the
way.' He looked at me and grinned. 'Calvin Goldspink, THE Calvin
Goldspink.'

'Jeez,' Micky moaned in disgust.

'What was the four or five bit?' I had to ask.

'He asked me how many times I could cum in a night.'

'You bigheaded prick, you only did me twice last weekend,' I scowled at him
doing a bit of acting.

'Yeah, I was saving myself for Cal,' Kevin laughed.

Not a lot more to be said was there. We had a three hour wait and then we
were off, even Micky seemed excited. This was one out of the blue, this was
certainly a one off and may never happen again, we had to make the most of
it.

'We going to eat before we go,' Micky looked at us both. 'Because if we do
you'd better get your hands into your pockets.'

'Aaron said he'd phone up a meal before we hit the bedrooms around eight
ten,' I told him. That one raised a bit of a laugh as I knew it would. The
thing is Aaron was serious. I still had less than fond memories of the ice
and the dildo, that boy was one wierd kiddo

Mind you knowing my Micky he'd fuck the Cornish pillock to death, Aaron
might have bitten of more than he could chew this time.  Mick was hardly a
starstruck sixteen year old. For God's sake he hadn't even heard of S Club
8 until this morning. How's that for leading a sheltered life.  I was
sitting there daydreaming about Calvin's bouncy little bottom when Kevin
gave me a little shove.

'Hey dreamer. Want to go to the bedroom whist Mick's in the bathroom?'

'Sounds good, Kevin,' I stood up at the same time he did, we were in each
other's arms a moment later.

'Missed you,' Kevin whispered and kissed me on the lips.

'Missed you too baby,' I returned the kiss and fondled his soft
bottom. 'Yeah, lets go upstairs.'

'What a sad pair of pratts you two are,' Micky scoffed and then grinned at
us. 'You go and have fun, I'll phone for a Chinese around seven, we'd
better be on the safe side.'

'Okey Dokey,' I grabbed at Kevin and we were off to the spare bedroom.

I suppose that afternoon was even better than my birthday night. In all
honesty I was knackered, I'd fucked Calvin twice and had a giant didldo up
my bum and a rather rough ride from Aaron. Yeah, knackered was the word I
was looking for. Fortunately Kevin was up for it, he made love to me twice,
both loving and both gentle. We eventually drifted off into a light snooze,
him sated and me satisfied with a bum full of his creamy boy spunk. After
the initial awkwardness of the previous weekend he'd got it right, the
first from the front and the second on our sides when he'd wanked me to a
lazy spurting. It was brilliant.

Micky's gritting his teeth typing this lot. Still Micky's my man and I
suppose Kevin's the mistress ..... does that make sense?

God knows how we were going to get through the night, if Micky bedded Aaron
that meant Kevin and myself would have to look after Calvin and Calvin
seemed to be a bit of a nympho. Still we'd sort that out when we got there,
as I said to Kev, worstways we could handcuff the brat and gag him. Poor
ol' Kev was horrified, his own little pop idol and I wanted to tie him up.

Micky was making a load of noise just before seven so we bathed and went
down to the parlour just in time for the meal to arrive. I answered the
door and took in the order. Funnily enough it was delivered by one or
rather two of the Chinese themselves rather than the English kid on the
moped. Jeez, this kid was a dish, he must have thought I was an idiot
standing there with my jaw around my kneecaps, he was fuckin' beautifull.

'Fuck me, did you see that,' I tottered back into the parlour and stashed
the bags on the table.

'See what?' Mick sorted out some plates and cutlery.

'The Chinese kid doing the delivery.'

'Oh, that's probaably the Chow boy, Peter, I think,' Mick grinned. 'He's
rather nice.'

'Rather nice,' I looked at Kevin. 'Kev this kid is fuckin' beautiful.'

'Calm down, you'll wet your drawers,' he laughed, the little prick was more
interested in his food.

''Get eating you kids, we have an appointment for eight.' Mick reminded us
of our arrangement. 'Wouldn't do to be late.'

'That's for sure,' Kevin grinned though a mouthful of noodles.

'Meet at eight, eat a meal and in bed by ten past. That's some schedule,' I
grinned at Kevin. 'Mr Four Times a Night.'

'We streamlined it a bit eating early,' Micky grinned. 'Perhaps Kevin can
go for five.'

'Small chance and no chance,' I laughed.

'Piss off,' Kevin was still speaking through a mouthful of food which made
a pleasant change, he was normally taking around a mouthful of cock.

We left around half past seven and walked around by the roadway I don't
think any of us fancied taking the scenic route through the bracken and
brambles, anyway, we were all tarted up in our smart kit. We weren't out to
make an impression or anything but let's face it our hosts were the cream
of the crop, they weren't any old tat.

We arrived in good time and surprisingly enough in good humour after Micky
whining all the way about the walking and his poor old feet (sorry,
Micky). There was a note on the kitchen door which invited us to go
straight to the pool so I lead my mates through to where our hosts were
awaiting us. As a matter of fact I'd forgotten to mention the pool when I
told my little story so my two were a bit surprised, a bit flabbergasted
you might say. Even more so when I lead the way in and found our two
popsters floating about on those inflatable things totally naked and pretty
well up for it as they say.

'Hi, guys,' Calvin shouted out and Aaron grinned up at us as we stood
there.

'Well get some kit off, he shouted out.

We didn't need telling twice, we were undressed and in the water in no time
flat, as if under starters orders myself and Kevin made a beeline for
Calvin and Micky did the same with Aaron, we were off to a fine start as
myself and Kevin tipped a screaming Calvin into the water and did
everything apart from rape him. Great fun.

Micky didn't seem to waste any time or maybe it was the randy Cornish kid
but they seemed to have a brief chat and the next thing they were
snogging. I was more concerned with playing with Kevin and Calvin but I did
notice that Micky and Aaron disappeared. The thing about being invited to a
sex fest was that you didn't have to waste time beating about the bush.

These two S Clubbers had done all this before, there was no fucking about
it was all systems go right from the start.

'Well boys,' Calvin looked at us both and grinned as we stopped for a
moment to get some air in our lungs. 'How's about you and I going to my
room .....?'

Kevin and I promptly started to dribble.

'You can cover me in body oil and fuck me senseless,' Calvin finished his
little speech with a laugh and ducked under the water and promptly grabbed
two very hard teenage cocks.

'Let's go,' I said to Kevin and we were on our way with our Calvin making
enough noise to wake the dead. We got to his room and it was prepared, the
bed was covered with two or three bathtowels and the body oil stood on the
bedside table, I also noticed the king sized dildo perched up on the
pillow, I wasn't quite sure who that was intended for but I rather fancied
sliding it up Kevin's tight little bottom.

'Nice and gentle for starters,' Calvin flopped onto the bed. 'A bit of
rough stuff later.' Talk about Mr Organisation.

'What about grub,' This was Kevin. Talk about Mr Stomach.

'Here you go,' Calvin gave his trademark wide mouthed smile and waved his
erection at my boy.

'Fair enough,' Kevin laughed and ducked his head taking the short popsters
stiffy deep into the back of his mouth, I got my head in there somewhere
and sucked on Calvin's almost hairless ballsac, the kid moaned and groaned
giving little thrusts into Kevin's mouth.

I was a bit eager for action, I let Kevin get on with his blow and lifted
Calvin's legs exposing his tiny little pucker and attacked it with my mouth
and tongue.

'Oh yeah, yeah,' Calvin took his knees back to his chest crushing Kevin's
head, Kevin must have nearly suffocated but he continued to suck. I was
plating or rimming away and I also had my fingers in play probing and
finally slipping one deep into my little popster's boy fanny.

'Come on Kevin, you first,' I felt my boy's erection, he was dribbling like
a dodgy tap. I moved his loose skin over his glans smoothing the precum and
making him ready. He'd slide into the well used Calvin like a hot knife
into butter. He managed to extract his head from Calvin's midriff and knelt
in postion. As I'd thought he gave a little push and effortlessly slipped
inside Calvin's hot tightness.

I saw the smiles of pleasure on their faces as they joined but I was after
something I couldn't get enough of. I smeared some of the body oil on my
already lubricated cock and moved behind Kevin and pushed hard into his
moving bottom.

'Aaaah,' he gasped and thrust hard and deep into Calvin as I took his
ring. My beautiful fifteen year old Kevin, fucking a S Clubber and being
fucked by me, he probably thought he was in schooly heaven.

'Jeez,' I think we all moaned and groaned as we got into the swing of
things, I pounded into Kevin's sweet butt and he rammed into Calvin who
just lay there with a big silly grin on his face.

'Gonna punish you for this, Philip,' Calvin threatened from beneath.

'Yes please,' I giggled getting even harder at the thought of these two
taking me in the near future. In fact, Calvin hadn't fucked me yet so that
was something to look forward to.

I came as Kevin did, I felt his sweet arse clamp on my hardness and spunked
deep into his hot body as he offloaded into Calvin. The tightness and the
movements as he ejaculated were fantastic, I felt that he was milking me of
every last drop of cream. I was spent and shagged I slowly withdrew and
flopped onto the bed alongside Calvin belly down and my lips and tongue
savouring his smooth face. Kevin also withdrew and lay alongside me, the
sweat was beaded on his forehead and he looked completely knackered, so
much for four times a night.

Calvin moved and I felt his weight as he lay on my back with his hot flesh
glued to mine.

'I wanna make love,' he whispered in my ear, I could feel his hardness
between my sweaty cheeks, his slippery knob pushed against my sphincter as
he moved.

'Go on then,' I croaked and moved my bum a bit inviting him in.

It's funny when a boy's cock looks like it's nothing to worry about but
when it opens you up it feels like a fuckin' log. I gasped at the pain and
then it was gone as his sweetmeat pierced my body and entered.

'God, you're so tight,' he gasped as he slowly slid inside me his hot
hardness opening me up and his smooth belly nestling into the small of my
back.

'I'll take that as a compliment,' I groaned as his full weight settled on
me. Kevin was moving and I saw the randy sod was getting hard again, he
gave me an evil grin and I groaned. He was going for seconds already. He
didn't waste any time, he looked exhausted but he climbed on top of Calvin
and took him again, I gasped with their combined weights I thought Calvin's
cock was going to come out of my chest, a bit like the original Alien film.

Kevin started to use his head, he supported himself on his hands as if he
was doing pushups and started to slap into Calvin's already cum filled
tunnel.  Calvin sighed with relief and started to pummel into my bum harder
really screwing me to the bed, his boy sized cock was as hard as a nail and
I could feel every vein and millimetre of his rampant cock as he buggered
me good. There I was some time ago thinking he was the girly one, the real
bottom boy, he was putting me straight now, he was fucking like a bunny
rabbit and I was on the receiving end.

When my little popster came he spurted like a tap, I wriggled and pushed up
as his erection pumped squirt after squirt of thick boyjuice up into my
belly, I heard him giggle as Kevin actually came again pushing Calvin onto
me squashing me into the bed.

'Let me breathe, guys,' I pleaded when it was finally over. I felt Kevin
get clear and the Calvin pulled his dripping cock from my bottom, I could
feel the smear of his cum as it slipped free and he fell down the other
side of me. Five minutes of frantic snogging followed and I was in the
middle.

We cleaned up sometime after that and once we had towels around us and were
reasonably respectable we were off to the kitchen to raid the
fridge. Calvin paused outside a door on his way down and mouthed; 'Aaron.'
We could hear the muffled slap of flesh against flesh, God know's who was
giving and who was taking.

Here we go again.

Mick doing the writing and the running this time. It's alright taking
dictation from Philip but he seems to go on for ever. Anyway, here's some
of the story from my persepective.

I'd taken Philip's story of the pop stars living over the road or just
outside the estate with a pinch of salt as he is a bit of a dreamer,
anyway, I had catching up to do which was a sight easier with him away on
his little bit of an adventure. I got around a good hour in and there was a
knock on the door. Lo and behold it was our Kevin looking about as eatable
as any fifteen year old clean cut kid does.

Naturally enough he came in and then informed me he had a sleepover pass,
it was then I told him that Philip was away investigating this Sclub mob.

He knew who they were and promptly began to babble about them, their ages,
their looks and God know's what else.

I looked at him and grinned. 'Philip will be fucking about over there all
afternoon.'

'And?'

'And, this,' I knelt between his legs as he slumped on my tired old sofa.

'Micky,' he groaned and opened his legs as I nuzzled at his jean covered
groin. 'What if Phil turns up.'

'Shurrup,' I laughed. 'This is a free love house and you're it.'

'OK then,' he laughed and gently played with my hair as I unzipped him and
felt inside his jeans. No problems there, he was a healthy fifteen year old
boy, he was as hard as a rock. He lifted his sweet little bottom as I
tugged his jeans down and then again as I tugged his boxers down around his
ankles. A bit of a shuffle as he kicked off his trainers and then kicked
his kit clear, I stroked his smooth legs upto his balls and ran my tongue
up his hard shaft. The foreskin was in retreat and his pink glans was
straining and twitching as my tongue ran up and down his hot shaft. 'Go on,
Micky,' he groaned and made little prodding movements.

I slowly sank my mouth over his straining erection taking the hot flesh
deep into my throat and slid my hand underneath him clasping his ultra
smooth jellylike buns. He was so fuckin' nice, Philip was a lucky boy
coming across someone like Kevin.

'Yeah ...... so good' Kevin sighed and lazily prodded into my mouth as I
sucked him like a lollipop and kneaded his soft buns.

He had a lovely cock, as I sucked I savoured the slight saltiness and the
smooth lump in my mouth, you have to go a long way to beat a boy's cock and
he was now panting and the thing seemed to swell.

'I'm cuming,' he gasped and he did. Philip was right, Kevin came like a
horse, I gagged, choked and swallowed his sweet creamy boy spunk as it
spurted from his pee slit. Sticky and slipery it just glided down my throat
as I sucked him dry, sput by spurt. 'Jeez, that was something else.

'Sure was,' I moved up and tasted his sweet lips. 'That should hold you
'til Philip get's home.'

Yeah,' he laughed and dropped to the floor. 'Something else would hold me
better,' he crouched down doggy with his pert bottom in the air. I took one
look at his beautiful alabaster buns and my mouth was on his crack with my
tongue searching for his coral pink sphincter. 'Yeah, go for it,' he
breathed heavily as I took great sloppy cowlicks and unzipped myself
managing to free my own penis which was as hard as a scaffold pole. Second
later I was pushing at his tiny gateway and he moaned as my swollen glans
forced his ring to open and my red hot flesh speared into his tight little
boy fanny. 'Jeez, that hurt,' he moaned and then pushed back as I began to
fill his tight tunnel with my stiff flesh. 'Yeah, that's better,' he
giggled as I began to slowly move to and fro sinking deeper and deeper into
his sweet flesh. 'Go on, fuck me, Micky,' he pushed back harder and I sank
up into the hilt in his delicious little boy bottom. I could see why Philip
rated him, he was fantastic. For a kid who was a virgin a week ago he was a
right little slut, shoving back onto me and moaning away as I pumped him
harder and harder.

'Christ, you're nice,' I thrust and lunged into his hot tightness.

'Better than Philip,' he giggled and pushed back hard.

'No comment.' I thought that was the diplomatic answer. I didn't need
trouble between these two. I had a good little setup going and I didn't
want it shambled up by jealous boys. 'I'm cuming,' I grunted as I felt my
heat rising and I really began to slap into his soft bottom.

'Gawd,' he moaned as I spurted superheated spunk deep into his fifteen year
old body. 'Whew,' his head dropped to the carpet as I climaxed deep and
hard into his lucious little bottom. That was one good fuck. I lazily moved
in and out feeling ,my cock jump and spurt flooding his sweet passage with
my liquid loving. All over we slid apart and cuddled on the carpet.

'Better have a cleanout and a bath in case Philip shows,' he clambered to
his feet looking most embarassed.

'Go and do your whoopsie, I'll follow and don't worry. Phil's OK.'

'I hope so, I don't wan't him mad at me,' he reddened as he rushed up the
stairs naked and I gave him five minutes and followed.

In the bath we decided the best way out was not to tell Philip. We both
loved the boy in our own ways and neither of us wanted to upset the
applecart. Whether Philip would have minded was another thing, I fancied
not but Kevin wasn't willing to chance it.

We were both sitting prim and proper when Philip returned with his
extraordinary story and when that was over they both retired to the spare
room, Kevin apparently wanted more of the same or perhaps he fancied giving
Phil one, I didn't know and to be honest I was past caring. I had another
target for the night, a Cornish boy called Aaron.

We played safe and ate before we went over, Philip got a bit excited about
the Chinese delivery boy but that's Philip, what he didn't know was that I
knew the family quite well. It was just as well we did eat as when we got
there there was a note stuck on the door directing Philip to bring us to
the swimming pool. Swimming Pool. We'd hit the big time. Talk about Fantasy
Island when we opened the door to this quite large enclosed pool there were
a couple of angels floating about on those inflatable raft type things, I
immediately recognised the popsters, to my surprise and delight they were
both naked and obviously ready for some fun.

One of them called out for us to strip off and join the party which we did,
I made a beeline for the Cornish kid who was rather attractive and the
other two splashed towards the smaller and presumably younger boy and
tipped him into the pool.

'So, you're Philip's boyfriend?' Aaron grinned as I splashed up alongside.

'Mick,' I supplied.

'Wanna fuck, Mick?' How's that for blunt.

'All night long,' I grinned and put my hand onto his bare flank as he was
laying on his tummy, smooth as a peach, just the merest suggestion of bum
fluff. 'Nice one,' I fondled the firm flesh the skin slightly paler than
the rest of his body.

'All yours big boy,' he actually simpered as I slid one finger into his
crack and then span the floater around until we were face to face. I kissed
him gently on the lips and he grabbed me around the neck and returned it
with some force. His lips crushed against mine and I felt his tongue slip
into my mouth. I could hear the others shouting and splashing around but I
was lost in Aaron's eyes. I had to take this boy like yesterday, I could
feel my erection in the warm water of the pool and wondered if it was
leaking cum fouling the pool. 'Come on then,' he grinned as I towed him to
the side and then he fell off and dived. I felt his hands on my legs and
then the brush of his lips against my erection and he surfaced gasping and
laughing. 'Who's a big boy then.'

'We both are it seems,' I'd reached down and grasped his turgid boy hood,'
he was as hard as a rock.

'Let's go.' We climbed from the pool and on his advice left our clothes
there and just wrapped towels around out waists. The others were still
splashing around as we left. Aaron hurried me to his bedroom and as we when
in he slammed the door grabbed me and we fell onto the bed kissing and
exploring each other's still damp bodies.

As he was fresh from the pool I manhandled him onto his belly and mouthed
at his bubble buns until he parted his legs allowing me deep into his
crack. I tongued and lapped tasting his sweet sphincter, there was the
faintest taste of chlorine but that was the least of my worries. I spread
his cute buns and probed at his brown puckered flesh trying to get to the
centre of his ring. I felt the smoother skin of his pucker and felt it
yield to my pointed tongue.

'Yeah, yeah,' Aaron moaned and pushed his bottom up onto my probing
tongue. 'Do me. Mick.'

'You got some KY or something,' I grunted moving up kissing his back and
finishing at the edge of his overlong thick dark brown hair.

'Just go for it,' he craned his head and tried to kiss me.

I found his mouth and we traded saliva as I held my erection firm and
guided it to his spit slicked pucker, I'd asked him for KY once and that
was enough. I pushed and made some entry but stuck on the dryness inside
his opening.

'Aaah,' he groaned in pain but I gave a stronger more forceful thrust and
felt my knob jerkily force into his hot constricting hole. 'Jesus,' he
clutched the pillow as I entered him and started to move up and down
pushing deeper and deeper into his very tight and very hot boy fanny, He
was beautiful, I munched at the back of his neck as I felt my dick sink
deeper and deeper into his firm surfer's muscular bottom.

'Yeah,' I grunted as I felt my belly press up onto the small of his back
and my crisp pubics mash against his bottom. 'Nearly there.' I forced his
legs even wider apart forcing his bum upto meet my thrusts.

'Thank the Lord,' he giggled and pushed up firmly absorbing the remainder
of my root. I pushed in harder feeling my belly press against his broad
back and my cock totally surrounded by his hot living flesh. He was a good
solid, meaty fuck. I'd got so used to kids like Philip, Kevin and the house
mites Alex and his mate that I felt the difference immediately. Aaron was a
young man not a boy and sex with him was something different. I fucked hard
and he pushed back forcefully as if trying to absorb every millimetre of my
cock. I rammed and smashed into him with such force that would have had
Philip crying but Aaron loved it. When I came I spurted like a geyser, jet
after jet of hot spunk into Aaron's tightly muscles bum. At the end we were
both puffing and panting like a pair of antique steam engines.

'Jeez,' I flopped onto my back and gazed sideways at my young lover. 'That
was something else.'

'I'm glad Philip dropped by today,' he grinned and kissed me. 'I rather
like his boyfriend.'

'I suppose I'm a S Club 8 groupie now,' I moaned and put on a sad face.

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'You've got to submit to all our outrageous sexual
demands.'

'I'll have some of that,' I grinned. 'How would my Lord like his sex?'

'On your back with your legs in the air, bitch.'

'Be nice or you'll get fuck all,' I warned him but I did get on my
back. Firstly I wanted a bit of romance, none of this wham, bam, thank you
man. He lay on me with his little smile and fed his meaty hardon between my
legs. It was snogerooni time. God, that boy could kiss, I felt like I had
about a yard of his slippery tongue fown my throat and I could feel his
slippery glans nudge at the bottom of my crack as he gently pumped upwards
more or less jolting me up the bed as he started to go faster. 'Slow down
kid,' I raised my knees and held his trim waist coaxing him to his
knees. 'Take it easy, Rambo.'

He fished out a tube of something and I told him not to bother, we were
both big boys, I was sweaty and he was leaking precum, our joining should
be easy enough although he was pretty well rigged for a boy verging on
manhood.

'You ready for this, Mick.' He swiped his slippery glans across my pucker
and as I held his hips to stop him taking liberties he slowly pushed.

I groaned as he opened me up and I felt his heat at my portal. A quick pain
as he jerked and I felt his swollen knob in my gut and he was fucking. I
don't know how long he'd been at this sort of thing but he was good, I
rather expected an assault after I gave him a bit of a hard time but he was
gentle and he was good. He had a good sized man cock and he used it well,
he seemed to screw into every corner of my belly with it's hardness, he
knew exactly what he was doing. I expected he practiced on Calvin and on
other fans from what Philip had said.

'Come on, Aaron,' I urged him on. Gentle was nice but not too
gentle. 'Harder,' I groaned again as he started to move faster.

'Yeah,' he grinned down at me and kissed me roughly as his hips bobbed up
and down and he well and truly fucked me silly. My bum was going to take a
week's healing after he'd finished. You could hear the smack of his sweaty
groin on me as he pounded away. When he came it was so hot, I actually
yelped as his hot creamy fluid spurted and splashed. He really did come
like a young colt. I could feel the squishy mess as he fucked into my spunk
filled hole. Honour satisfied I think.

'Gawd,' I gasped as he fell sideways and slipped out of my cum filled
tunnel. Gawd was getting to be my favourite word lately.

'We going down......'

'Rest a bit, sex machine,' I laughed. 'Let the kiddies sort themselves out,
we're supposed to be the elder statesman.'

'Yeah, you're right,' he lay with me and idly ran his finger up and down on
my sweaty belly. 'We're here for a week you know.'

'Yeah, I heard.'

'All on our lonesome,' he pecked me on the cheek.

'Yeah, I heard.'

'All sad and frustrated......'

'I fuckin' well know,' I grinned at him. 'Phil and myself are doing his
last week at work but we finish at four every afternoon.'

'Every afternoon?'

'Yeah, but we're all sweaty and grotty.......'

'Yummy,' he grinned.

'Hungry.'

'We got food.'

'Sex starved.'

'No probs.' He gently played with my penis which was returning to life and
filling back up again. He held it upright as it achieved hardeness once
more. Jesus, I'd done Philip, I'd done Kevin and I'd done him once I was
wacked. He got up and knelt across my hips, as I moaned in despair he
slowly lowered his beautiful surfer's bottom onto my hardness in one long
slow motion until his bottom rested lightly on my pubics. 'You said you
were sex starved,' he laughed and started to move up and dowm.

'Gawd.'


			     THE END (for now)

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