Date: Fri, 09 Apr 1999 06:16:41 PDT
From: jimmykirk_uk@hotmail.com
Subject: Not Out Part6(a)

Disclaimer: this is entirely a work of fiction, and if reading about
same-gender relationships offends you then please stop now and find a copy
of the Readers' Digest instead.  No dolphins, trees or ozone was damaged in
the production of this story.

Prologue: for those of you familiar with the "Not Out" series this story
picks up at the end of Part 6. Hopefully it will not be spoilt by knowing
already that there is a happy ending as revealed in the Epilogue at the end
of Part 6.

Not Out
Part 6(a)
by
jimmykirk


August 1983

Things had worked out pretty well over the previous winter and spring with
Nick and Tom being regular visitors. However, once the cricket season
started we were all too busy with matches, and we were never free at the
same times. We managed to stay in touch via the phone and arranged to spend
the last week in August together. Nick and Tom were very much in favour of
us going abroad somewhere, but I didn't have my parents to pay for me, and
despite both offering to help pay for me we ended up settling for a camping
holiday in North Wales.

This year I managed to arrange with Smithy that he would drive the mini-bus
to Yorkshire for the tournament and I took my car so that I could drive
from there direct to Wales, where I had arranged to meet Nick and Tom. For
some reason we chose Flint railway station as our rendezvous and I was due
to arrive at 1pm. All the way across the Pennines in the car I was thinking
about how they might have changed since I had seen them last three months
before. There was a part of me that still couldn't believe all that had
happened and that these two boys could love me in the way that they did. To
be honest I was as nervous as a kitten.

Fortunately, I arrived early and was able to have a walk around the town to
calm my nerves and I was back at the station to wait on the platform for
their train. Almost on time, the train arrived and I eagerly looked up and
down the platform. Then I heard Nick's unmistakable giggle in the distance
as two rucksacks flew out of an open door onto the platform, quickly
followed by the tumbling bodies of two boys. The smaller figure of Nick
sprawled to the ground under the weight of a third rucksack he was
carrying, and as Tom bent over to pull him up the fourth rucksack he was
carrying slipped off his shoulder and landed on top of Nick. Both boys
dissolved into a fit of hysterical laughter, and as I walked up to them,
still unnoticed, I began to laugh myself.

"Jimmy!" Nick screeched as he recognised my laugh. He tried to get up but
was so entwined in bag straps that he fell back on to Tom, who had only
managed a wave to me because of his giggling.  "Did you bring enough stuff
with you?" I said as I stood over them.

"What do you think Jimmy?" asked Tom as he finally managed to stand up.

"I think so," I replied surveying the pile of bags. I reached down so that
Nick could take my hand and pull himself up. Once on his feet Nick threw
himself at me in a strong hug and I beckoned Tom to join us. His eyes were
now level with mine whilst Nick's head came up to my chin. "I think you've
both grown a little on me since May."

"You bet!" giggled Nick into my chest.

"He has too," whispered Tom conspiratorially.

"Well, let's see if we can get all this stuff into the car first," I pulled
myself free of the two boys, "and we'll see how much Nick has grown later!"
For once Nick had nothing to say and he blushed. Nick and Tom pulled a
rucksack each onto their backs and I took hold of the one strap each of the
other two, and with Nick and Tom on either side, holding the other strap we
walked down the platform like a human barricade.

Nick recognised my car in the carpark and dragged us quickly towards it. I
had fitted a roof-rack and the tent and other equipment was already
fastened to it, leaving, I hoped, plenty of space inside the car. Two of
the bags ended up on the backseat next to Tom and then we were ready to
leave.

"So, where shall we go?" I asked as I started the car.

"This was your idea Jimmy," said Nick, "so you decide." In fact I already
had decided where to go for the first night. It was only about an hours
drive away, just outside Ruthin. A friend and I had camped there a few
years earlier and I hoped that I would find it again. Meanwhile, we all
talked about our summer. Nick had had an excellent season for Midshire, but
Tom only an average one by his standards. I congratulated one, and consoled
the other.

Finding Ruthin was no problem, but finding the place I had stayed before
took some doing. Eventually it was the farmhouse I recognised and then it
all flooded back to me. Confident I knew where I wanted to go, I parked the
car and walked with Nick and Tom to the farmhouse where I asked permission
for us to stay. It was the same old English (yes, not Welsh) farmer I
remembered from before and he was happy for us to camp on his land for as
long as we wanted.

We travelled about a quarter of a mile down the lane from the house and
then turned up a narrow track that ran between a wood and an already
harvested field.  As we approached the crown of the hill, the track petered
out as the wood extended around the back of the field. I pulled the car
over and we all got out.

"Just look at this view," I said pointing back down the track. In front of
us extended the Ruthin Valley. It was a flat valley with steep spurs on
each side, and on the horizon the Irish sea could just be seen, some thirty
miles in the distance. To our left and beyond the valley sides, the dark,
forbidding peaks of the Snowdonian Mountains rose up.

"Wow! We can see for miles," said Tom.

"So, where are we camping?" asked Nick. "Sorry, but I'm hungry."

"I'll show you, come with me," I replied. Within ten yards we were into the
wood, and the ground began to rise very steeply. "Not much farther!" I
shouted as we climbed over a sandstone ridge. I was to the top first, and
with satisfaction I recognised that this was the place. "We'll camp down
there." I pointed to an opening in the wood. A spring gently flowed out of
the rocks into a pool which then overflowed into a stream that ran down the
hillside into the valley below. The glade was about fifty yards wide and
stretched down from the barren crown of the hill for about eighty
yards. Mimicking the guided-tour I had given of my apartment, I stood there
and raised my hand. "The bathroom," I pointed to the pool, "the bedroom," I
pointed to a flat piece of ground, "and the lounge-with-a-view," I finally
pointed up to the peak of the hill.

"No kitchen?" asked Nick.

"Not until we build on Nick, no," I replied.

"Then we'd better get started!" Nick grabbed Tom and dragged him back to
car. By the time I arrived the car was almost unpacked. It took two
roundtrips to ferry over all the bags and equipment and I immediately set
about arranging our camp. I had brought two tents, one for sleeping and the
other for storing all the leftover equipment etc., but I told Nick that
this was the kitchen! To my great surprise Tom and Nick set about erecting
the tents with great efficiency which left me to begin setting the stove to
cook our first meal. Within thirty minutes we were sitting down to eat a
meal of soup, bread rolls and crisps.

"This didn't take as long as I thought it would, " I said, glancing around
at the erected tents.

"Well we've had plenty of practice," explained Tom.

"You didn't seem very keen on camping when I first suggested it," I was a
little puzzled.

"Well, this is fun compared to the CCF," said Nick. I shook my head still
none the wiser. "The Combined Cadet Force," Nick explained.

"Oh, I see. Playing soldiers," I understood now. This was a common thing in
public schools, and popular since the Falklands conflict.

"Actually, we are Air Cadets," Tom continued as if I had insulted him.

"Sorry," I hoped that they hadn't thought I was making fun of them.

"Don't worry Jimmy," Nick said, "we hate it!" He nudged Tom, "except for
sharing a tent and keeping each other warm of course!" They both smiled at
what were obviously happy memories. I excused them any washing-up detail so
that they could explore for a while. There were still several hours of
light left, and the glade and pool were bathed in warm sunlight. After I
washed-up I began to construct a site for a fire from loose rocks and I
shouted for Nick and Tom to collect some firewood, knowing that a campfire
would help as the temperature would fall quickly after sunset.

I was sat on a rock by the pool, just listening to nature's sounds when I
realised I hadn't heard either of the boys for a while. I called out for
them and there was no reply. I feared the worse......some kind of prank!
Nervously I began to look around me, but with the sun now low in the sky I
could see only a short distance into the trees and I heard no indication of
movement.

"C'mon guys, where are you?" I called. Still nothing. I stood up slowly and
then I heard a noise in the wood across from me, and then another behind
me. Just as I was turning to face the direction of the second sound there
was a whoosh and large splash a few feet away from me. The cold water
sprayed over my legs and then I heard a give away snigger the other side of
the pool. Carefully I began to pick my way across the rockface where the
spring emerged and as I did more missiles were thrown to splash behind me
and I was gradually getting soaked. I had been manoeuvred very skilfully
exactly where they had wanted me and I was paying the price. The splashing
eventually stopped and Nick and Tom appeared from each side.

"Had enough yet?" asked Nick.

"Yes, I'm soaking wet," I whimpered, looking for sympathy.

"OK, then," Nick accepted my surrender, "come over to my side." I continued
to tread my way across the loose rocks and feigned a slip as I approached
the final hurdle of the spring itself.

"Gimme your hand," I called to Nick. He hesitated, so I slipped again to
emphasise the point. Nick stepped forward and held out his hand to me, I
grabbed it firmly and smiled widely at him. I looked down at the pool and I
could see through the clear water that it was several feet deep. Confident
that no harm could be done, I gave Nick a sharp tug and he was projected
towards the water. I had planned to release my grip at this point but Nick,
perhaps anticipating my plan, reached out with his other hand and grabbed
my wrist. As he fell, he took me with him and we both hit the water at
pretty much the same time. The shock of hitting the cold water only lasted
a moment and we were both soon laughing and splashing each other.

"I knew you'd do that!" shrieked Nick.

"Yeah, me too!" Tom joined in from the safety of the side. Nick tried to
splash Tom, but he kept himself out of range. Tom was not going to be lured
to the water's edge and so Nick got out of the water and chased after
him. Eventually he was caught and I assisted Nick with the task of bringing
him to the edge, from where he was unceremoniously thrown in. I left the
two waterbabies to thrash around a while and I lit the fire as the sun had
now disappeared from sight. I peeled my t-shirt off, gave it a ring and
hung it over one of the guy ropes before collecting some blankets. I laid
the blankets by the fire with a couple of towels.

"Hey, c'mon you two, it's getting cold!" They responded immediately and
left the water. I suspected that they had already began to feel the cold
themselves. "Stay off the blankets until you have stopped dripping!" They
obeyed, removing all but their shorts. As each sat down I placed a towel
over their shoulders and gave them a quick rub. "I'll boil some water and
make a hot drink."

"Thanks Jimmy," said Tom.

"I'll get the water!" Nick jumped up and took the pan to the pool and
filled it. I'd half expected him to pour it over me, but he didn't, so I
placed the pan on the gas stove. It didn't take long for it to boil and I
made three mugs of hot chocolate. The fire was now burning well and
providing ample heat, the daylight had almost gone and the firelight
provided all we needed. I sat between Nick and Tom, putting an arm over
each.. I noticed that the fine, golden hairs on Nick's shins were
glistening in the firelight, and I moved my hand so that I could stroke
them. He was sat cross-legged like Tom who was leaning gently against
me. As the spring gurgled in the background, the fire crackled and the odd
bird said 'goodnight', and for a moment this was heaven.

"I'm hungry again!" exclaimed Nick to shatter the tranquillity.

"So why don't the experienced air-cadet-campers make something to eat this
time?" I said mockingly.

"OK, cool," Nick jumped up. "C'mon Tom!" They disappeared into the kitchen
tent for a few minutes, so I went to the sleeping tent to sort out the
sleeping-bags etc.. I was able to zip two together to make one large one,
and roll up the third to make a pillow. For ten minutes or more I just sat
in the entrance to this tent and watched Nick and Tom in the golden light
of the fire. Once I began to smell the food I went to sit with them. They
were cooking sausages and beans.

"Smells good," I offered as encouragement.

"Should taste good too," replied Tom proudly. And so it did. The boys also
took care of the washing-up and about 10pm we were all sat again by the
fire. The three of us were still only wearing our shorts as it remained
warm enough close to the fire, but despite the idyllic setting the
inevitable attacks from midges were beginning.

"I don't like the idea of being some insect's supper," I said, slapping my
arm for effect. "Let's move into the tent and get the flap down." Over the
next few minutes each one of us set about having a wash and a pee (or
whatever!) and I lit a few insect-repellents and placed them by the
entrance to the sleeping tent. This done, and the netting in place over the
door, I lit a gas lamp inside before dowsing the fire. Finally I pulled
down the zip behind me and turned inside the tent to see Nick and Tom
already inside the sleeping-bag.

"Neat idea with the sleeping-bags!" Nick said.

"I thought you might approve," I replied. "Now you gonna make some room for
me?"

"One condition though," Nick said at his most teasing, "you gotta take your
shorts off first!" With that he sat up and pulled me down into the slight
gap between him and Tom. Four hands grabbed my shorts and within seconds
they were being thrown away. I pulled down the top of the bag and scrambled
in. I managed to get on my back by pushing each boy a little with my elbows
and immediately a head rested on each shoulder.

"That's better," I whispered, then wrapped an arm around each to pull them
closer. This was a well-rehearsed position from the winter and spring. Nick
climbed half on top of me so that he had one leg between mine, his upper
thigh gently pushing my balls up, his hardon was stabbing into the top of
my leg. On my left Tom was resting his leg on top of mine and his cock was
pressing against my hip, his shoulder was pushed up into my armpit and he
draped his arm over me, resting his hand on Nick's back. I spent a few
minutes basking in the warmth of their bodies, savouring another piece of
heaven. During the boys' visits earlier in the year, we had learnt to take
our time and to also enjoy just being close, all three of us together. As
usual though, it was Nick who broke the spell.

"Jimmy," he whispered into my ear, "wanna see where I've grown?" I felt Tom
stifle a giggle next to me.

"Sure Nick," I replied. With that Nick turned away from me and I heard the
zip open on the sleeping-bag. Nick flung the top all the way back so that
the three of us were exposed, and he pulled himself up and knelt over my
chest, forcing one of his knees between me and Tom. "Can't see much in this
light," it was my turn to tease. He moved a little closer. I placed my free
hand on his buttock and pulled him even closer. "Lemme measure it......with
my tongue." With this I leant up and his cock slid into my mouth. Nick
gasped with pleasure. The taste was very familiar, but he was right, there
was a difference. Not huge, but a difference. I pulled him tight to me to
try and gather his balls into my mouth too, but now I did notice that they
were much looser than before and I failed.

"Bigger?" asked Nick. I murmured my agreement, then let my head fall back
down so that I could talk.

"Mmmmmm, very nice Nick, you'll be catching up Tom soon enough," I
said. Nick poked Tom playfully in the ribs.

"See, told you Jimmy'd notice!" Nick said in triumph, before he fell on top
of Tom and started to tickle him. Tom surrendered quickly.

"Hey, kiss and make up you two!" I ordered, and they happily
complied. "Now, my turn." Nick climbed back over me and laid by my side and
at the same time Tom rolled closer. In perfect unison I felt a soft pair of
lips land on each cheek. "That's better....." All three sets of lips now
joined in at first a gentle, and then passionate kiss. I lost track of
whose tongue was in my mouth and which mouth my tongue was in. I place a
head behind each head to keep them close.

Two hands now reached down to rub my dick and balls and two more ruffled my
hair. Both boys began to grind their hips and I felt their hot rods
pressing into me. Tom was the first to break away and he ran his tongue
along my neck, across my chest and stomach down to where I felt his wet
lips surround my hardon. Nick and I continued to kiss whilst I set my free
hand on a journey of exploration of Tom's body. I found his shoulder and
from there I moved along his side until I reached his hip. I reached around
to squeeze his soft bum and then I explored his crack with my finger until
I recognised the feel of his hole. I let my finger linger there and I
gently worked his rim with my finger tips. Tom was moaning slightly now, so
I continued.

Nick now decided to move and he turned around, kneeling over my face so
that he could suck me too. His now loose balls dangled tantalisingly inches
from my mouth. I used my arm to push his legs further apart and his balls
came to rest on my chin. A quick adjustment and they were in my mouth with
my tongue rolling them around. Meanwhile, I could feel two tongues running
up and down my dick, occasionally one mouth would take me in and the other
would suck my balls, and my legs had been pulled apart so that wet fingers
could probe my hole. With my middle finger deep inside Tom, and my tongue
now pushing inside Nick's juicy hole, I began to feel my orgasm rising
inside me. Both boys by now could recognise the signs, but they decided to
continue their licking and sucking and within moments my whole body was
tensing. My finger and tongue both pushed as deep as they could go, I felt
at least two fingers twist inside me, and then I began to ejaculate. My
hips thrust upwards with each hot spurt until I was spent, at which point I
deflated. Nick and Tom continued to lick me and I could feel that they were
both kissing around the head of my cock.

My eyes were tightly shut, but as I felt Nick and Tom begin to move I
opened them. In the dim light of the lamp I saw that Nick was climbing over
me so that he was now lying on top of Tom and kissing passionately. His
white bum cheeks were tensing as he ground his hips into Tom's. Tom's hands
then reached down to grab Nick's cheeks and pull them wide apart and with a
little shuffle his dick popped up into the gap. This was a beautiful sight,
Tom's still hairless balls hung loosely down whilst his dick pressed hard
to separate Nick's balls and his unsheathed head pressed over Nick's pink
hole. I leant over and my tongue immediately found the tip of Tom's dick
and Nick's hole, whilst my hand began to cup and caress Tom's balls. This
received an appreciative moan from each, so I continued to use my tongue to
lubricate Nick's hole and then I took hold of Tom's hardon and pushed the
tip firmly to meet my tongue. His swollen head slipped easily inside Nick
and I watched closely as Nick sat up slightly to allow more of Tom to
penetrate him.

Soon I was pushed out of the way as Nick took all of Tom inside him, for a
moment I continued to lick Tom's balls, but then I realised that Nick's
dick was standing alone so I moved my head around so that I could now give
my attention to him. His dick was certainly a little fatter and longer than
I remembered, and the few pubic hairs he had seemed a little darker too. I
took him all inside my mouth so that my tongue was able to lick the side of
his balls and I followed Nick's movements as he rode up and down on Tom. I
felt Nick begin to harden inside my mouth, and as he did Tom's breaths
shortened, and then I recognised the sweet taste of Nick's cum as it shot
into my mouth. Tom let out a few yelps and then it was quiet.

Nick rolled slowly off Tom and immediately turned his attention to me. He
assumed the same position as he had with Tom and sat across my stomach. He
smiled at me and then reached behind himself to take hold of hardon. I was
oozing precum and Nick gently spread this with his fingers before guiding
me to his hole. I slipped inside very easily and I was aware of Tom's hot
cum still inside him. Slowly Nick pushed himself down on me and he wiggled
himself from side to side so that I was as deep as I could go. Nick moaned
quietly as he clenched his anal muscles around me, then he leant forward
and put both his hands behind my head to pull me up to him.

Eventually I was sat upright with Nick in my lap, his arms and legs wrapped
tightly around me. Nick began to lean backwards and slowly he ended up on
his back with his knees pressed against his shoulders and me on top of
him. I broke off our kiss and raised myself up with my hands, which I had
placed behind each of Nick's knees, and I looked down to see myself pressed
closely against Nick. His balls nested in my pubes, and I continued to
watch as I slowly pulled almost all of the way out of him, and then back
inside. The momentum of my thrusts began to increase, and spurred on by
Nick's moaning and panting I began to hear myself slapping against his
smooth skin. Droplets of sweat began to fall from my face onto Nick's chest
as I continued. As I felt my climax become inevitable, I stopped my
thrusting and my hands moved from Nick's knees to his thighs so that I
could pull myself deeply inside him, and at the very last moment I felt
Nick contract his muscles and he squeezed the orgasm out of me, almost
without me having to move. Once we had finished, Tom moved closer so that
he could put his arms around us both. At some point we must have fallen
asleep.

I woke up in the light, just in time to see what I recognised as Nick's
white bumcheeks disappear through the flaps of the tent door. I looked over
to Tom.

"He's gone for a pee," he whispered. We were lying naked and largely
uncovered and I shivered.

"Mmmm, come here Tom, I'm cold," I smiled. Tom rolled over towards me and I
greeted him by turning on my side. We fitted together almost perfectly. My
slightly bent knees slipped behind his, and my hardening dick came to rest
along Tom's bum crack. One arm slipped under his neck, and I used the other
to pull him to me. "Much better." Tom kissed the arm his was resting his
head on, and then pushed his hips back slightly to seal our embrace. With
my lose hand I felt up and down Tom's chest and stomach. I could clearly
feel his youthful muscles, and as he tensed my hand rode the ridges of his
abs. "Nice six-pack," I said almost to myself. Just at that moment Nick's
head popped through the flaps.

"Bloody cold out there!" Nick reported. He dived onto floor next to Tom and
slid up next to him, but facing the two of us. I reached over both of them
and pulled the top of the sleeping bag back to cover us. "Brrr, that's
better." We stayed like this for a while and must have fallen asleep,
because next time I opened my eyes Nick had turned around and I could see
the back of both boys' head. We were like three tightly packed sardines in
a can.

I gently kissed the back of Tom's neck, and ran my hand along Nick's hip
and thigh, both boys murmured slightly and Tom pushed his hips back
slightly. I responded to Tom by slipping my hand from Nick's hip to his and
I pulled him to me. Tom pushed his hand between us and reached for my
hardening dick, he cupped my balls and pulled them and my dick upwards to
fit neatly back into the crack between his bum cheeks. This done, he slid
his hand behind me and took hold of one of my cheeks and pulled me firmly
into him. Nick now began to stir and he turned back around to face Tom, I
smiled at him, and he leaned over to kiss me on the lips. He then flipped
around and his head disappeared between Tom's thighs. Tom's upper leg was
lifted up and I felt Nick's breath on my balls, at the same time Tom moved
his head towards Nick, and I saw him gather Nick's balls and hard cock into
his mouth.

Nick's hand took hold of my balls, and he moved it up to take hold of my
cock, which was pressed hard against Tom, he pulled at me until I was
released and I felt him take me into his warm and wet mouth. For a moment
he moved his mouth along as much of me as he could and then he took hold of
me and began to rub the head of my cock against Tom. Tom moaned each time
my cock passed over his hole, and eventually Nick guided the tip to rest
against it. Gently I pushed with my hips, and with Nick's guiding hand to
help I slipped inside. I held for a moment before pushing any further, but
Tom again put his hand behind me to pull me closer, and soon I was all the
way in.

I held still for a while and looked down to see that Nick was now licking
and sucking Tom's balls and cock head, whilst Tom had his lips firmly
around Nick's cock. I took hold of Tom's hips and I began to slowly fuck
Tom. Tom didn't have the same control as Nick did, but he was tighter and
stronger. Occasionally Nick's tongue would slip onto my balls and the part
of my cock not inside Tom and this helped to heighten my excitement. Tom
was soon panting wildly as a result of the combination of Nick's sucking
and my penetration. I felt Tom's body tense as his pants became shorter,
and shortly after I felt his anal muscles contract around me as he shot
into Nick's mouth. With his final contraction I let myself cum too, pushing
myself deep inside him. As I finished I heard Nick let out a high-pitched
yelp as he came in Tom's mouth.

It was now very bright outside and the tent was illuminated by direct
sunlight. I guessed that the time was about 8am, and a quick glance at my
watch confirmed that it was just after eight. My softening dick slipped out
of Tom and I sat up. Tom rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his
head to expose his slightly hairy armpits. I couldn't resist leaning down
to give each a kiss. Tom giggled. I took a detailed look at him as he lay
stretched in front of me. His chest was flat, but his pecs were clearly
visible, his abs rose with his giggle to form a tense ridge of defined
muscle. He was perfectly smooth until about an inch from the base of his
dick, where a square patch of pubic hair grew. I noticed that these hairs
were beginning to grow around the side of his cock towards his balls. His
thighs remained smooth, but about halfway down his shins and calves I saw
the beginnings of dark, downy hair.

Nick was now stretched out alongside him, striking a similar pose. By Tom's
slightly hairy shins was Nick's perfectly smooth armpits. His chest and
stomach were perfectly smooth and flat, and his ribs formed a definable
outline underneath. At the very base of Nick's dick it was just possible to
make out a handful of short, blond pubic hairs, and apart from a few golden
hairs on his shins he was as smooth as the summer before. I could have
eaten both of them for breakfast there and then! Instead, though, I decided
that proper food was the order of the day.

I slipped my shorts and trainers on and ventured outside. The day was
bright enough and the sun already felt warm on my skin. I put some water on
the gas stove to heat before disappearing into the trees. If I still wasn't
fully awake after that, I certainly was once I had splashed some of the
cold stream water into my face. It felt good. I finished my wash and
returned to the kitchen and the now boiling water. I made myself a mug of
tea and then relit the fire so that I could cook the breakfast.

It took a while for the overnight-dampened wood to light, and whilst I
waited I went to find a small radio I had packed. Skipping over the
Welsh-speaking local stations I eventually found something in English. I
ready to put the bacon and sausages into the pan, so I popped my inside the
boys' tent. They were still lying inside the sleeping bag, wrapped around
each other. Rather cruelly, I took hold of the two corners of the bag and
gave a sharp tug. This exposed the boys to their waists, and before they
could grab hold of the bag, I snatched again and it came away completely.

"Jimmy!" Nick screeched.

"Time to get up boys," I said. "Breakfast will be......" I thought for a
moment, "as long as it takes the sausages to cook." I took the sleeping bag
outside with me and hung it over the top of the tent to air and then
returned to the fire to begin the cooking. A minute later two naked bodies
flashed by me and headed into the kitchen-tent. They both emerged with a
spongebag and small towel and headed for the trees and stream. Within five
minutes I was adding the bacon and cracking open three eggs. I have to
admit that an English fried breakfast in the frying pan doesn't look
especially appealing, but it smells good, and tastes better once on the
plate.

With immaculate timing Nick and Tom arrived just as I was about to dish up
the food. Each now wore their towel around their waist and threw their
sponge bag into the tent. They sat, cross-legged either side of me. I
handed each their plate and cutlery and then I took my own. They waited.

"Eat! Before it gets cold!" Both boys' smiles beamed their approval. Not
much was said over the following minutes as we each devoured our
breakfast. I had another cup of tea, and the boys gulped from a carton of
orange juice. I was listening to the radio in the hope of hearing a report
about the test match that was to start today at the Oval, but instead it
was a local weather report that caught my attention.

"Did you hear that?" I asked to no one in particular.

"No, what?" replied Tom.

"Well I was hoping to go away for the day to the coast, but this is Wales,
and so it's gonna rain," to emphasise the point I looked to the sky. Fine
clouds were already beginning to mask the morning sun. The rain had been
predicted from about lunchtime.

"What we gonna do instead then?" Nick now joined in.

"Well," I sighed, "make the camp more rain-friendly, and then hope it isn't
raining in London, so we can listen to the test match. Then maybe tonight,
find a cinema somewhere and watch a film. Sound OK to you guys?" I was
hoping it would, because I had no other wet-weather plans up my sleeve.

"Sounds cool," said Nick.

"No problem," continued Tom.

"So what's 'rain-friendly' mean?" asked Nick now. He wiped one last piece
of bread around his plate before stuffing it into his mouth.

"I have a large piece of canvas in the car still. We can make an awning out
of it," Nick frowned. "An awning, erm.....a roof if you like, over the
entrance to the tent and then we can keep the fire going in the rain." Nick
nodded now he understood. "I've been to Wales in the summer camping
before."

As much as I would have liked to have kept the boys wearing just their
towel, the clouds thickened quickly and the temperature dropped, forcing us
all to seek the protection of more clothing. The canvas I had in the car
was about twelve feet square with ringholes in each corner and along the
edges which would allow it to be tied so that it hung from the overhanging
branches of the trees. Nick proved to be an excellent tree climber and he
did most of the work.. As a finishing touch we stripped a small branch of
twigs and used it as a cross beam in the middle of the canvas. This cross
beam was pulled higher than the rest of the awning and formed a ridge in
the middle which would allow the rain to run down the sides rather than
collect in the middle (I had made that mistake once before!). The fire was
repositioned slightly so that it was under the farthest edge of the awning
and with clearance of some ten feet above the fire. Setting fire to the
awning wouldn't be such a good idea either.

By the time we had finished the skies were very dark, and a misty gloom had
settled over out hilltop. The test match was just about to start on the
radio when the first drizzle began to fall. There was very little breeze
and I felt that the rain was set for the rest of the day. By lunchtime the
rain was persistent, and it made a constant pitter-patter on the awning,
with an occasional louder bump as a leaf above emptied its accumulated
water. We remained huddled close to each other by the warmth of the fire,
listening to the crackling commentary of the test match, and talking about
our own cricket. It wasn't the most exciting way to spend an afternoon, but
the boys were patient and the company was good.

By late-afternoon we had decided we needed to stretch our legs, so we put
on our waterproofs and walked down the hill to the farmhouse. We bought
some fresh milk and eggs and the farmer and his wife treated us to a warm
drink and biscuits. In his perfect English accent the farmer apologised for
'our Welsh weather' and he confidently predicted that it would be hot and
sunny again the next day. We stayed for over an hour before returning to
our camp.

Halfway back up the hill we were caught in a really heavy downpour, and we
could nothing but laugh as the water began to seep through our clothing. In
fact I got so hot in the end that I took down my hood and opened my coat. I
was as wet as I was going to get and it had become quite warm and humid
despite the rain. Luckily we had set a store of dry wood under the awning
and I used it immediately to stoke up the fire.

"Wet clothes off before you take cover!" I ordered. "In fact," I pulled my
coat off, "I'm going for a swim!" I placed my coat over a guy line, took my
jumper and t-shirt off and did the same.

"A swim?" Nick was puzzled again.

"Yes, a swim!" I kicked my trainers off and walked over to the pool. Nick
and Tom followed. I sat myself down on a rock so I could remove my socks
and jeans. I stood up, now only wearing my shorts. "Sod it!" I took my
shorts off. Nick and Tom stood open-mouthed in front of me. I stretched out
my arms and looked to the sky before allowing myself to fall backwards into
the water. I sank down and I sat on the bottom with water coming to my
chin. I smiled despite the cold, "gonna join me?"

Nick and Tom looked at each other and then back at me. It was a look that
said 'he's mad, but so are we', and with that they each began to strip. In
a flash they were naked and jumping in next to me.

"Wow!" Nick screamed, "this is cold!" All three of us shivered, but as we
swam around we got warmer and hardened to it. The pool at its deepest was
about four feet, but the water was so clear that you could see every stone
and pebble in it, and if you looked up from under the surface you could see
a mirror-type image of the rain splashing on the surface. If you have never
swam in the pouring rain, I can recommend it.

After about twenty minutes I got out and went to the tent. I scrapped as
much of the water off me as I could before going in as it was important to
keep as much dry as possible. I dried off with a towel and then wrapped it
around my shoulders before placing some towels by the fire to warm them. I
placed some water into a pan and then called Nick and Tom in. I gave them
my wet towel to dry with first and then as each came under the shelter I
gave them a warm dry towel to wrap up in. Once we were sat down I pulled a
blanket over our shoulders and another over our feet and legs. We shivered
a little at first but soon the glow from the fire was warming us and a hot
drink or two later we were all very comfortable.  Our body temperatures
restored, Nick began to fidget a little, and he moved under the blanket to
sit sideways between my legs, with his feet tucked under the backs of Tom's
thighs.

"Are you both warm enough now?" I asked, still a little concerned. Tom
stretched his arm around my waist and pulled himself close to me.

"Perfect," Tom replied. Nick rested his head on my chest.

"Me too," Nick whispered. I kissed his hair.

"Good." Another little piece of heaven.

We stayed like this for a while and listened to the end of the day's play
in the test match. The farmer had told us that Ruthin did have a cinema so
that remained our plan. I decided not to cook and instead to eat something
in the town. Nick volunteered to run around the campsite to collect our
clothes, which of course he did naked. Tom and I watched intently and
laughed a lot as he skidded around the pool picking up various pieces of
clothing. Upon his return we laid him on the ground inside the tent and
tickled and rubbed him dry and warm. Reluctantly I let him get dressed.

The town was about four miles away, and I packed all the wet clothes into a
bag and first we searched for a laundrette. We sat and ate fish and chips
whilst we waited for our clothes to wash and dry. Ruthin was a pretty small
market town and the cinema was only a hundred yards down the main street
from where we had parked for the laundrette.

I suppose the cinema might have been described by some as a 'flea-pit', but
it was showing a film we didn't mind watching. It was "Beastmaster" or
something like that and there were lots of semi-naked hunky men in it!
Thursday nights were quiet nights in Ruthin and we made up exactly half of
the audience. We sat on the back row and squeezed into one old-fashioned
double seat. Every time we got a screen full of hunky male I heard Nick
sigh, and occasionally he whispered something into Tom's ear and Tom would
nod his agreement with whatever Nick had said. Curiosity eventually got the
better of me and I asked Nick what he had been saying. As well as it was
possible to judge in the conditions, I got the impression that Nick was
embarrassed, and he didn't answer my question. The next time the hunk
appeared Nick took hold of my hand and leaned over to me.

"I was saying," he pulled my hand down into his lap, and I felt that he
hard a hardon, "that I think he is sexy." His expression changed to a
worried one. "You don't mind do you?"

"Of course not," I smiled and pulled his hand to feel my erection, "I think
he is too."

When we emerged from the cinema it had stopped raining, and a bright full
moon was beginning to break through the clouds. Next-door was a small
off-licence and Nick and Tom popped in to buy some chocolate and other
essential supplies. After a few minutes they came out heavily-laden with
sweets and bottles of coke and lemonade.

"Jimmy?" Nick called to me just as I turned to walk to the car.

"Yes, Nick?"

"Can we buy some beer?" He had that mischievous look.

"You're a little young for beer," I replied.

"We drink wine at home with meals," Nick replied quickly, nudging Tom, who
nodded, "and Dad has let me have a sip of his sometimes."

"You sure?" I looked at Nick and then Tom, and both nodded.

"Please Jimmy, can we?" Nick pleaded.

"OK, then, beer for me, and a shandy for you two," I acquiesced.

"Cool!" Nick didn't disguise his glee. I went back into the shop and bought
half a dozen cans of lager. Nick and Tom practically skipped all the way
back to the car, and they sat together in the back, laughing and giggling
and munching. Out of town the roads were unlit and I drove very carefully
up the hill. Laden as we were, we picked our way carefully through the
trees and homed in on the still glowing campfire. Once I had got the fire
burning more strongly, I used the light to go to the edge of the pool where
I placed the cans of beer into the shallow water to stay cool. I returned
with two of the cans and opened one of them for myself. With the other I
poured two half cups and topped them up with lemonade from one of the boys'
bottles.

"Now don't guzzle it!" I commanded as I handed the cups over. Nick tuned
the radio and found a music station.

"Thanks Jimmy," Tom said some time later, "this was a cool day!"

"Well, a wet one anyways," I replied with a smile.

"No, it was fun," Nick joined in, "honest!"

"I can't believe we went swimming like that," Tom said, and started to
laugh. This induced Nick's laughter too, and soon we were all in fits.

The next hour or so passed quickly and soon we had finished four of the
cans of beer between us. I was not an experienced drinker by any means and
the two cans I had had were already having an effect on me. I noticed that
not that much more of the lemonade had been consumed and now the boys were
happily drinking straight from a can each..  "Hey, no more after that one,"
I said to them. Nick and Tom looked at each other and giggled.

"OK, Jimmy," Nick said very deliberately. "Can we play cards?"

"If you want to, and if you can find some," I replied. Nick leapt up and
lurched into the tent. I could hear him muttering to himself as he emptied
one of his bags. Finally he stepped back into the light.

"Here they are!" He held them aloft like a trophy. He fell back to the
ground. "Now, what shall we play?" He looked at Tom, "I know, strip poker!"
He and Tom cheered. Nick then tried to explain the rules of a game that he
and Tom were obviously very familiar with. I followed the best I could and
it seemed that basically your clothes were your stakes and that was it,
until Nick added a proviso. "And there is a forfeit for the first person to
lose all their clothes."

"What kind of forfeit?" I asked nervously.

"The loser becomes a slave for the other two," Nick finished. "I'll deal
first." Nick shuffled the cards and dealt them out. The first few hands
were played out and each of us lost the our jumper and the odd shoe and
sock. I was persuaded to let the boys share a last beer and I decided to
have one more too to finish them off. We chatted whilst we played and there
was much laughter as various bluffs were called and more clothing was lost.

Tom was now topless, and we were playing a hand to determine the fate of
his jeans and socks.

"Jimmy?" Nick's voice took a serious tone out of the blue.

"Yeah," I threw my hand in.

"Remember what I said at the cinema, about the man in the film?" I nodded,
whilst Tom continued to contemplate his hand. "You didn't mind did you?"

"I said not Nick, honest." I wondered where the conversation was
going. "What are you worried about?"

"Well Tom and I say stuff like that all the time about men that we see, but
you never have," he looked intently at me. "Why is that?" Tom was looking
at me too now.

"Well," I considered my words very carefully, "I never said anything
because I didn't know how you two felt about such things."

"About what things?"

"About whether you liked other men too, apart from just me," I smiled. "I
have always thought that maybe you were both just going through a phase."

"Yeah, we've read about that," Tom added.

"I'm gay," I had never said that to anyone before, "and I always have
been. And I was scared that if you knew you might not like it." I was
relieved I had said it, and now my eyes welled with tears.

"How old were you when you knew?" asked Nick.

"Oh, about your age," I sighed.

"Us too," said Nick and then he returned back to his hand of cards. Tom
duly lost this game and was down to his shorts and one sock. A few more
games later and I had joined him, whilst Nick sat fully clothed in front of
a large pile of clothes. Tom bet and lost his remaining sock and Nick and I
faced each other over our hand of cards. I thought my hand was a good one
and I bet my remaining sock and shorts.

"You sure Jimmy?" asked Nick, "if you lose, you're a slave!"

"Play," I said confidently. I lost. Nick and Tom dissolved into a fit of
laughter that was probably heard at the farmhouse. After a minute I
interrupted, "now what?"

"First, take your clothes off," Nick said wickedly, "and second, now you
are our slave." I slipped my shorts over my knees and stayed seated. I
wondered what Nick had in mind. I was left to contemplate my fate as the
one more hand needed to leave Tom naked was played out. I made a mental
note never to play cards with Nick for money. The beer had worked its way
through me and I began to stand up. "Where are you going slave?"

"I need a pee," I explained.

"Me too," said Tom.

"Wait!" Nick commanded and then stood up. "Slave come here and take my
clothes off. I need one too, so we can all go together." I stood up next to
Nick and took hold of his tee shirt at the bottom to pull it easily over
his head. Next I unfastened his jeans and they fell to the floor, finally I
slowly pushed his shorts over his hips and they too fell down. Nick stepped
out of them with his bare feet.

"Now can I pee?" I asked, feeling my swollen bladder struggle to hold its
contents.

"In a minute slave," Nick turned to Tom. "Shall we duel with the slave?"

"Yeah, two against one!" Tom replied.

"What's duelling?" I asked.

"It's OK, we do it all the time at school in the showers," explained
Tom. "It's fun." Nick led us from under the awning. With the light of the
fire and the full moon the glade was quite well lit. We followed Nick to
the side of the stream, the wet ground squelching as we walked on it. Water
oozed between my toes with each step.

"You stay there slave!" Nick left and he and Tom walked another two yards
or so and turned to face me. "Now we can duel."

"How?" I asked. Tom and Nick giggled.

"Well, we take it in turns to pee at each other, and the winner is the one
who pees highest on his opponent. Simple!" Nick explained. We were outside,
we couldn't make any mess, so heck, why not! "I'll go first," Nick
continued, "but some tactics for you. Don't use all your ammo at once." I
thought about this and wondered why, and then I realised that Nick wanted
to see how I reacted maybe.

Nick braced himself and slightly opened his stance, and his cock suddenly
sprang upright and hard. He took hold of it and he began to frown as he
concentrated his efforts. At first only a little spurt emerged from his end
and it fell harmlessly on the ground between us. Then I saw the muscles of
his stomach tense and he let go a rising jet of pee. It splashed to ground
at my feet and I felt its warmth as it began to rise up my shin. It felt
nice. Nick stopped just as he passed my knee. I felt the warm liquid run
down my leg.

"Your turn Jimmy!" This was becoming erotic and my dick was reacting to the
thought of peeing on these two boys. I took hold of myself and
concentrated. In fact I barely needed any thought before a rush of piss
shot from me. It drilled into the floor in front of Tom and Nick. I needed
more elevation, but my growing erection was taking care of that. I let
myself go again and this time my piss ran quickly along the ground and up
Tom's leg, then I pulled my cock over and I ran onto Nick's thigh. I
stopped myself there. "Not bad for a first timer," said Nick. "Now Tom's
first go."

Tom was already hard too, and he took on the same expression as Nick had
before. With some precision his first jet landed on my foot, and he slowly
and deliberately moved upwards. I could feel his warm piss splashing all
over my legs and thighs and with a little flick of his dick he projected
some onto my stomach, which ran down into my pubes. Very slowly Nick edged
slightly forward.

"Give it your best shot!" he said to me and marked a cross on his chest
with his finger. I smiled and took aim with my now fully erect dick. An
effort was needed this time because I had to push a large amount of precum
that had accumulated out of the way first. Once this was done my stream of
piss immediately hit Tom on the thigh, and I consciously tried to increase
the pressure. The jet rose and I hit Tom's pubes, and with one final effort
I changed over to Nick and worked up his side. As my splashing pee hit home
I noticed Nick slightly open his mouth and his tongue appeared on his
bottom lip. I realised what he wanted now, but I could not reach any higher
than his chest before my ammo was gone. Nick smiled as I caught his eye. He
took careful aim as I marked out a cross on my chest this time. Nick
gritted his teeth and started. The warm liquid rose from my thigh to my
waist, and then as it slowly arced higher I began to feel tiny droplets
hitting my neck and chin. The smell rose to my nostrils and I liked
it. Nick stopped without any splashing on my lips and I was slightly
disappointed.

"Tom has the last shot I think," said Nick, "and he is always the winner!
So I shall stand with you slave!" Nick skipped over to me, and put his hand
around my waist. "Go Tom!" Tom smiled for a moment and then his face
reflected the effort his was making. Like me, I noticed a bead of heavy
precum ooze out first, then his jet shot across the space between us. It
hit me immediately at the waist line, and he moved it over to cover Nick's
chest. The splashes were going everywhere, and I opened my mouth as Nick
had as I felt the splashed come nearer. I looked down and the jet hit Nick
on the chin and a few drops landed on his tongue, quickly Tom flicked
upwards and the same happened to me. The taste was slightly bitter, salty,
almost like weak beer and warm. I licked my lips as I felt the spray fall
down my chest and legs. I had enjoyed this game.

"Looks like I win again!" laughed Tom.

"Yeah, but I reckon Jimmy might next time!" countered Nick.

"Next time?" I queried.

"Yeah, we can finish the beers, drink some water and be ready to play one
more time," he pulled himself to hug me, "if you want to?"

"Of course I do, that was fun!" I returned. We trotted back to the campfire
and I could see the silvery sheen on each of us in the light, and a faint
aroma of piss remained in the air. "You do that at school?" We continued to
drink.

"Yeah, all the time in the showers," explained Nick. "Some of the other
boys do it too sometimes."

"But not like we do!" added Tom. With that we all laughed. It wasn't long
before we were all full again and ready to duel. This time we changed the
rules slightly and we all started in a kneeling position and we were much
closer together arranged in a triangle. We were to have two goes each, one
to our left and the other to our right. Tom as winner started first, aiming
at Nick. His piss drilled into Nick's stomach and worked quickly up to his
chest. A quick squirt onto Nick's chin and he stopped. Nick licked his lips
in glee. Next was Nick on me and he managed to find my chest and I tasted a
few splashes that fell on my chin. I turned to Tom and took aim. I shot
high immediately and landed my piss on Tom's shoulder, he turned to face it
and got a few satisfying droplets on his face.

"I'm going no-hands this time!" proclaimed Tom, and he turned to face
me. His dick was pointing very upright and after the first dribbles of
precum his arc of piss hit my shoulder and then passed over me, I turned
slightly, but didn't need to really as Tom moved his hips slightly and the
stream hit me full in the face. Nick screamed his approval as I opened my
mouth.

"Go Jimmy! Go Tom!" he shouted. The warm piss ran down my face and dripped
onto my waiting tongue. I swallowed to taste it. A moment later the Tom's
jet began to fade and I opened my mouth again and I felt the warm pee land
directly on my tongue. Too soon and the stream fell down my chin and chest
before stopping. I savoured the taste for a moment and was surprised to see
Nick leap over to me and kiss me fully on the mouth. His tongue probed mine
as he sought out the remnants of Tom's pee. He broke the kiss and began to
lick my chin and chest. "Wow! This so cool!" He returned to his position.

"I'll try no hands too, OK?" I asked.. Nick nodded his approval and he set
himself. I pushed out the precum and began to pee. I moved up Nick's chest
as the power increased, and as I did Nick adjusted his position to lower
his mouth to meet the stream. My piss filled his mouth until it began to
dribble out down his chin. Tom was clapping in approval as the stream died
away. This time Tom moved to Nick and they joined their mouths together and
the contents of Nick's mouth were passed back and to until what hadn't
leaked out had been swallowed. Nick licked away the last few drops.

"How can I possibly beat that?" Nick asked. I moved over to kneel by them
both.

"Like this," I said and I pushed Nick to his feet so that his dick only
inches from Tom and mines face. "Wanna let him try Tom?" Tom nodded and
moved closer so that his cheek rested on mine. Nick took hold of his cock
and had to pull it down slightly so that he would hit us, and from six
inches he began. At first he hit my chin, and so I opened wider and in a
moment he was drilling his piss into the back of my throat, once I was full
he moved to Tom and did the same. I squirted the piss out of my mouth back
at Nick and he was surprised by this at first but was soon filling me up
again. Tom spat out his mouthful too and this hit Nick on the
chest. Finally both of us took hold of Nick's cock and fought over the last
few drops. I managed to get Nick in my mouth and Tom moved his mouth under
my chin to catch the overflow. Nick fell to his knees and our three mouths
joined and we shared the taste of Nick's pee until it had all gone.

"Well slave, what did you think of that?" asked Nick.

"That was hot!" I exclaimed.

"Go get us something to clean up and little with, and then I want you in
the tent," I liked this new masterful Nick. I went to the kitchen and
fetched a small hand towel, I dampened it in the stream and then carefully
wiped each of us down a little. We walked to the sleeping tent and before
each went in I wiped there muddy feet clean. I was last in. Nick and Tom
were sat together.

"Lie on your back," Nick ordered. I obeyed. "Now pull your legs up." I put
a hand behind each knee and pulled them to my chest. Four hands began to
feel the back of my thighs and bum. Then I felt a warm tongue begin to lick
along my crack, it stopped at my hole and began to push inside. One and
then two fingers began to twist inside me and I started to moan in
appreciation. I wanted more than a finger and I looked up to see Nick
positioning himself over me. His hot little rod pushed into me in one
movement. I contracted my anal muscles and I held him tight as he began to
push in and out. In almost no time I felt him harden inside me and I
squeezed again as he began to cum. I felt more cum inside me from him than
I ever had before. He panted to a halt and pulled out. I looked up again
and saw Tom assume the same position. Tom's cock was a different
proposition, it was thicker than mine, but not quite as long, and he pushed
his head into me slowly. The rest followed inch by inch, until I could feel
his balls rest against mine. Nick moved around to straddle my face and the
slightest extension of my tongue made contact with his pink hole. Tom now
rocked me back and my legs separated and he placed one hand either side of
my hips. Nick could now lean forward and he took the tip of my hardon in
his mouth.

Tom started to push slowly in and out of me and Nick timed his movements to
match those of Tom, meanwhile I was pushing my tongue as deep as I could
inside Nick. The sensation of Nick's hot and moist mouth coupled with Tom
pushing deep inside me was too much to take for any length of time. My
orgasm rose inside with an unstoppable force and I pumped my cum into
Nick's mouth. My contractions were enough to stimulate Tom into his orgasm
and I felt him swell inside me and his cock seemed like a iron bar in me as
he reached his climax. His hot cum mixed with that of Nick's from a few
minutes before. Nick reached forward to Tom and they kissed deeply, no
doubt sharing my cum too.

Sleep came easily and I woke next morning to find the three of us cuddled
together inside the sleeping bag. My head ached slightly and I recognised
the symptoms of a hangover. I slipped out of the tent and rinsed my face in
the cold water of the stream. This helped to wake me up and I drank half a
bottle of milk. I picked up two cups and took them with a carton of orange
juice into the tent. Gently I shook Tom and Nick and they opened bleary
eyes. Nick frowned.

"My head hurts," he croaked. I poured him some juice and then passed some
to Tom.

"Drink up!" At first they sipped and then they gulped the contents. Each
held out their cup for more. Slowly they came to life and like the day
before I set about making breakfast, but this time I chose something a
little lighter for our delicate stomachs. As the farmer had promised the
sky was clear and the sun strong, so we planned to drive to the coast and
spend the day in the nearest resort, Rhyl.

We arrived in the late morning. Rhyl was pretty much like any other British
seaside resort, except that the pier was long gone, washed away in a storm
twenty years earlier. The promenade was about two miles long, with food
places, games arcades and bingo halls along most of its length. We parked
at the western end near to the amusement park. Before Nick could ask I
said:

"Yes Nick, we can go on some rides later!" He giggled. "Let's get some
lunch first and sit on the beach a while, OK?" We piled out of the car and
bought three lots of fish and chips and then sat on the sea wall to eat
them. The beach was about ten feet below, and the sand was flat and wet as
the tide was just going out. Slowly people were beginning to erect
deckchairs and umbrellas. Nick collected our wrappers and disappeared for a
minute. He returned bouncing a football.

"Look what I bought!" he said proudly. "Let's go have a kick about!" Nick
and Tom jumped to the pavement and ran to a gap in the wall where steps led
down to the beach. I followed slowly, not quite being able to summon the
energy that the boys had. By the time I caught them up they had removed
their tee shirts to use as goal posts, and I had been nominated as
goalkeeper. I didn't mind this too much as this required less energy. Nick
was certainly the more skilful of the two, but Tom was fast and
strong. They took it in turn to play attacker and defender and I was left
diving wildly to save their shots. One shot from Tom flew high and wide
past me and as I turned I saw that two boys had sat under the sea wall
behind us. The taller boy stood up and met the ball. He flicked it deftly
up into the air with his heel and then volleyed it back to me.

Nick eventually persuaded me to play out against Tom, and I was flattened
completely by him several times. I tried to get my revenge but I was always
too slow to catch him (or the ball). At last an opportunity came to shoot
at goal after Tom had missed me with a sliding tackle. I kicked the ball as
hard as I could straight at Nick. He threw his arms up and deflected the
ball upwards. I collapsed into the sand, exhausted.

"I've had enough," I spluttered.

"Awww, Jimmy, we can't play with only two!" Nick protested. I looked up and
saw the ball rolling towards the two lads by the wall.

"Why don't you ask those two to play?" I nodded my head in the direction of
the ball.

"Shall we Tom?" Nick sought approval. Tom nodded. Nick jogged half way over
to the boys and both stood up and then joined him. The tall boy dribbled
the ball at his feet. As they got closer I noticed that they were both
wearing Liverpool FC shorts. I stood up. "This is Stevie," Nick pointed to
the taller boy, "and this is Robbie," he indicated to the boy who was his
height.

"Hi, I'm Jimmy," I turned to the body still lying in the sand, "and that's
Tom."

"All right!" Both said in strong scouse accents.

"Liverpool supporters then?" I asked.

"Course, only de best for us," Stevie beamed a smile. I explained to Nick
that I needed to find a shop to buy some provisions and I left the boys on
the beach. I was gone for almost and hour and when I returned I couldn't at
first see the boys, but then I noticed that they were sat together in the
shade of the wall enjoying a drink.

"Had enough?" I asked as I approached.

"Not really, we were thirsty! You gonna play again?" asked Nick.

"I think I'll save my energy for the amusement park," this was the first
excuse I could think of that was half convincing.  "OK, cool!" Nick stood
up and the others followed him. Stevie and Robbie now had their tops off,
and I got my first good look at them. Stevie was maybe half an inch taller
than Tom, but rakishly thin. His shorts hung from protruding hip bones, and
every rib was clearly visible, even across his chest. A thin neck rose out
of equally bony shoulders. His had a thin, handsome face topped by a mop of
ear length mousy blond hair. Robbie was a marked contrast. He was Nick's
height and of very similar build with a roundish face and short, jet black
hair. They jogged away to the goal mouth, but Nick turned and came back to
me. He placed a hand on each of my shoulders and put his face close to
mine.

"Cute, aren't they?" he winked and laughed.

"Go on! Go play football!" I playfully pushed him away. I guess he was
right though, they were cute. I watched them play for thirty minutes or so,
and then Nick scored a goal and they all slumped to the sand. After a few
minutes conversation between them, Nick jogged over to me.

"Is it OK if Robbie and Stevie come to the amusement park with us?" he
asked.

"Yeah sure, no problem," I replied honestly.

"When can we go?" he continued.

"Whenever you want to, we've plenty of time," after my reply Nick smiled
and waved over to the other three.

"We're going now!" he shouted. The three boys ran over to join us. Together
we walked towards the steps, Stevie and Robbie made a slight detour to pick
up a bag each they had left. It was mid afternoon now and getting very hot,
despite a cool breeze from the sea.

"Hey, get those tee shirts back on now, or you'll all burn in this sun," I
had noticed that each boy already had pink shoulders. Grudgingly they each
complied. We walked for the five minuted needed to get to the park. It was
very similar in size to the one we had visited in Southport the year
before, a fact that Nick pointed out to us all.

"Yous all been to Southort?" Stevie asked.

"Yeah, we went last summer with Jimmy. It was cool!" replied Nick.

"We go there all the time," Stevie continued, "it's only about fifteen
miles from where we live in Liverpool. Nick excitedly recounted our visit
to Southport and the beach at Ainsdale. Nick broke off his description as
we passed under the archway at the entrance. He looked around and found the
ticket booth.

"I'll go buy a book of tickets for us all!" and Nick began to run off to
the counter.

"It's OK," said Stevie, "we usually just hang around and watch."

"My treat! No problem!" shouted Nick over his shoulder. Stevie didn't seem
convinced. Tom placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Nick just wants us all to have some fun," Tom whispered to
Stevie. I remembered receiving the same bit of advice from Tom in
Southport. Stevie looked over to me and I just nodded. He face broke into a
wide grin.

"Cool!" He grabbed Robbie and they ran over to Nick. Tom looked at me a
shrugged his shoulders.

"They obviously don't have much money," he explained, "and I could tell
earlier that they didn't like taking even a drink off us." I put my arm
over Tom's shoulder and pulled him to me.

"You're both good boys, and I'm proud of you," I said quietly. "Now, c'mon,
let's have some fun!". Tom twirled away from me, but somehow in the middle
of it, he managed to plant a gentle kiss on my cheek and then he ran off
and I chased him until we crashed into the others. As I skidded to a halt
behind Tom I extended my hand and gave a generous squeeze to one of his bum
cheeks. He yelped in surprise and then laughed.

Nick now took control and he guided us around the park. He divided us up
into different pairs for most of the rides and I found myself sat with Nick
on something called 'the Spider'. The ride had four arms, and on each arm
was four revolving capsules, as the main frame began to revolve this
accentuated the motion of the smaller arms. We waited for the attendant to
come and check we were fastened in properly.

"Do you like them?" asked Nick.

"Stevie and Robbie? Yeah sure I do," I replied. "Why?"

"They only arrived today," Nick was interrupted as the attendant clicked
the bar shut over our laps, " and they don't know where they are going to
stay yet." The capsule jerked and began a slow revolution. "Can they stay
with us?" A sudden acceleration and we were thrown outwards. I was squashed
violently against Nick. "Can they?" Nick had to shout now as the air flew
past our ears, "please!" I thought for a moment and realised it wouldn't be
a great inconvenience, plus we always had the second tent anyway, though I
suspected already that Nick had different plans.

"Yes!" I screamed, "They can stay!" Nick whooped with delight, and I smiled
and then screamed some more as the ride increased in velocity. Finally it
juddered to a halt and I felt a little shaken and wobbly as I climbed onto
the platform. "Count me out of the next one," I whimpered.

"Me too," said Stevie from behind. Tom and Nick laughed. Robbie ran up to
us from where he had been watching. Nick managed to persuade the attendant
to let himself, Tom and Robbie into one capsule and Stevie and I slumped
onto a bench to watch.

"Do you and Robbie have anywhere to stay tonight?" I asked.

"Nope," Stevie shrugged his shoulders.

"Do you wanna come back and stay with us? We have a spare tent," Stevie
looked at me.

"You sure?" I nodded. "We'll be no bother, honest!" I laughed. "Honest!" he
repeated.

"Of course you'll be bother, and that's why Nick has made friends with
you!" I retorted. Stevie just laughed.

"If you hadn't have met us, where would you have stayed?" I was curious.

"If it stays warm, we usually just crash on the beach," he explained.

"And if not?"

"Well, there are lots of empty places down the coast." I assumed he was
referring to the massive caravan parks, and decided to enquire no further.

"Do you do this a lot, just come away?" Stevie explained that this was
their third week away of the summer, and how they dodged the
ticket-collectors on the trains to get here, and how neither set of parents
ever noticed they were gone for days at a time. "How old are you two?" I
finally asked.

"We're both fourteen," and I suspected they were considerably street-wise
beyond those years. The news that they were going to stay with us seemed to
revitalise them all and we wandered around the park for another hour or
more. Eventually, as the sun began to set I ushered them out of the park
and back to the car. There was still a glowing twilight as I parked the car
at the top of the hill. Carefully we picked our way back to the camp and I
set Nick and Tom to unpacking the shopping I had done whilst I lit the
fire.

"What shall I do with these?" asked Tom, holding up the two four-packs of
beer I had bought.

"Put them in the fridge!" At first a look of incomprehension appeared on
his face, and then he realised what I had meant, and he took them over to
lay in the cool water of the pool. It was very humid and the fire wasn't
really needed except for light and to cook. I noticed that Stevie and
Robbie were still standing almost on the same spot they had been when they
arrived. I thought for a moment. "Nick! Tom! Come here a minute!" They
stopped what they were doing and came outside. "Leave the shopping, I'll do
it in a minute. Why don't you go and explore or have a swim in the pool or
something whilst I cook some supper?"

"We can help too," offered Robbie.

"No, no, it's OK. Off you go!" I feigned a lunge at them and this set them
on their way. Whatever it was that they were doing, it wasn't quiet and it
was certainly energetic. I was quite happy to unpack and to begin to make a
large can of soup. For the moment stirring was all I had the energy
for. Next I heard Nick's unmistakable scream and a splash, then laughter. I
glanced over to the pool and saw three figures standing, whilst I could
hear Nick splashing around beneath them. Tom kicked his shoes and socks
off, pulled his tee shirt over his head and leapt into the water. Without
much encouragement the two scousers did the same. A few minutes later I
heard someone plop over to me. It was fully-clothed and dripping Nick.

"Where's the ball?" he panted. I reached inside the tent and threw it to
him.

"Hey! Take those clothes off and let me hang them to dry before you go
back!" He beamed.

"OK!" In an instant his clothes were being thrown to me, and he was
naked. I was going to say something, but decided not to and then he
disappeared back to the pool with the ball. They played for another twenty
minutes or so before I called them in. Each wrapped a towel over their
shoulders and I gave Nick a dry pair of shorts, explaining that he wouldn't
want a gnat bite anywhere down there.

With some coaxing, Stevie and Robbie talked about their lives in Liverpool
whilst we ate our supper. It was by no means a happy story and their home
lives were a million miles away from the security and love that both Nick
and Tom enjoyed. Nick slipped away and returned with three cans of beer, I
tutted and made a token objection, but allowed the boys to share one
between two, whilst I kept one for myself. The conversation continued and I
told my story about my failed cricket career as a player. Somehow we got
onto football and a very heated discussion followed, one from which I
absented myself so that I could clean up the supper things. Both scousers
certainly knew their football and to my surprise my two boys did
too. Football wasn't a matter of life or death as Liverpool manager Bill
Shankly once said, it was far more important than that, and I began to
realise through Stevie and Robbie the passions it could invoke.

A second set of beers was fetched and after another hour of football debate
the conversation finally quietened down. Nick had fallen sideways so that
his head rested in my lap, whilst Robbie was lying on his side in front of
Stevie, who was now talking quietly to Tom. I stroked Nick's hair and
looked down to see that his eyes were closed. The day had finally taken its
toll on him. Robbie yawned widely.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm bushed and I need to lie down," I
gathered Nick up in my arms and carried him over to the entrance to the
sleeping-tent.

"We'll be finished soon Jimmy," said Tom. "You put Nick to bed." Nick was
half awake now and muttering to himself, so I just guided him into the tent
and laid him down. I rolled him over so that he slipped under the top. I
laid down wearily next to him and then I remembered I hadn't set up the
other tent for Stevie and Robbie. I sighed out loud just as Tom's head
poked into the tent.

"Is it all right if Stevie and Robbie come in here with us?" he asked. I
was almost relieved he had asked this question.

"Yeah, sure," I sighed, "if it's Ok with them." Tom disappeared and I heard
sizzling as the fire was dowsed and some movement behind the tent in the
trees. Then I remembered I needed a piss too. By the time I had managed to
rise up and get outside the three boys were ready to come inside. "I'm
going for a pee. Back in a minute."

When I returned I could see shadows moving inside the tent. I pulled the
flap back just as they settled. Stevie was sat cross legged with his feet
just inside the bag on the right, Robbie was stretched out lying on his
side next to him under cover, Tom was next and he was lying on his back,
holding his head up in his hands and finally Nick was curled into a ball in
the remaining space, fast asleep.

"And where do I go?" I asked jokingly. Tom patted the small space between
himself and Robbie.

"But only if you hold your breath!" he explained. I laughed quietly and
then knelt in the space before lifting my tee shirt over my head.

"OK, budge over a bit both of you," I said, falling forwards into the
cravace. "That's better." After a moment I got up onto my knees and pulled
the top back so I could get in. Tom turned onto his side and propped his
head up on one elbow to face me. I laid on my back . "You comfy there
Stevie?" I looked up to my left where he was still sat up.

"Yeah, just fine thanks," he replied.

"OK then," I smiled. "What shall we do tomorrow?"

"Dunno," said Tom. Just at that moment Nick sat bolt upright from behind
Tom.

"I need a pee!" he declared, before scampering out of the tent. We all
dissolved into fits of laughter. It was just subsiding as he returned a few
minutes later.

"Better?" I asked.

"Safer!" he replied. Tom had rolled onto his back to take up much of the
space left by Nick. "Where do I go?" he pouted.

"Here between me and Tom," with that Nick launched himself into the gap and
burrowed into the sleeping bag. He finally settled when he had worked his
way under my armpit so that his head rested on my shoulder. At last I
thought there was going to be peace, but then he started to squirm
again. He turned onto his back and pulled his knees up. "What now?" I
pleaded.

"These!" Nick held up his shorts and waved them. "I hate wearing stuff in
bed." He tossed them away and then slipped under the cover. I felt his
hands grab the waistband of my shorts, and before I could do anything to
protect myself he had pulled them around my knees and then my ankles.

"Nick!" I screamed, slightly embarrassed.

"And so do you!" He was now waving my shorts above me too. "Now who's
next?" He looked up at Stevie, who blushed slightly and then scrambled into
the sleeping-bag. Quick as a flash he flipped over, "then it must be Tom!"
Seconds later Nick emerged triumphant again. I gave Nick a slightly stern
look that said for him to leave the others alone, and he understood. Stevie
finally relaxed once he had seen Nick settle down next to me, and he let
his head fall on the pillow. He moved closely behind Robbie, who had
remained silent throughout the recent activities. In fact Robbie was
virtually asleep, and he murmured a little as he must have felt Stevie move
closer to him.

"Good night everyone," I said. There then followed ten minutes of the last
scene from the 'Waltons'. Things settled down once Tom had reached up to
turn the light off. There was a little more fidgeting as we each made
ourselves comfortable. I stayed on my back and my right arm stretched under
Nick's head to rest on Tom's back as he cuddled up to Nick. I was unsure
what to do with my left arm, instinctively I wanted to put it around Robbie
and Stevie, but decided not to. I felt Robbie move next to me and I glanced
over to see that he had turned around to face Stevie. I let my hand instead
come to rest on Nick's back..

Again I slept very soundly. When I woke up, Nick had turned over and was
wrapped in Tom's arms and I still felt an arm and head on my chest. I
looked down and recognised Robbie's jet black hair. Stevie was lying
against him and his arm lay on top of the cover over the both of us. Very
carefully I reached behind me with my free arm to find my watch, I pulled
it out. It was only 7am and I reckoned we could still have a few more hours
sleep, as I placed the watch back I noticed that Stevie had opened his
eyes. He looked almost in panic, as if he had been discovered doing
something wrong. I smiled back at him, and carefully placed my arm along
side his. He let out a deep breath and then his eyes closed.

I hadn't quite fallen back asleep, when I felt Robbie begin to stir. His
head lifted slowly and I heard him whisper something. Then he carefully
slid himself out of the bag and left the tent. I turned onto my side and
looked at Stevie.

"He's gone to the loo," Stevie mouthed. I edged a little closer to
him. "About before and my arm," he started to whisper. I held my finger to
cross my lips.

"Shush, it's OK, it was nice," I whispered back.

"Really?"

"Yes, really," and to emphasise my point I reached over with my right arm
and pulled him so that he rolled gently against me. I then pushed my other
arm under the pillow so that it emerged behind him and I was able to bend
it over his shoulders. His head landed on my shoulder. "Better?" I
asked. He answered by placing his arm over my chest and pulling himself
close. "Good." A bleary-eyed Robbie crept back into the tent, and I guided
him into the space between Nick and myself, he rolled over and hugged Nick
rather than me, almost as if he had never been awake. "Let's go back to
sleep now." Stevie sighed gently and gave me a little hug, and soon we were
all sleeping again.

I became aware of a hand that was gently caressing my stomach, and I
remembered that this must be Stevie, so, as not to alarm him, I kept my
eyes closed and just enjoyed the feeling. Pretending to still be asleep, I
let my hand slip down from his shoulders and travel along his bony, but
soft side. I rested it on his hip with my fingertips touching his shorts, I
pulled him closer and felt his hip come to rest on mine, and his stomach
touch me too. I wasn't that confident that Stevie himself was awake, so I
stayed still for a while. His hand moved again, and his little finger
hooked in my navel, I struggled not to laugh or giggle and to move his hand
I had to turn away from him. Instinctively, I pushed my hips backwards and
bent my legs and I felt Stevie begin seal against me in just the same way
as Tom would. His hand now rested on my hip and I pushed a little further
backwards to complete the seal. As his stomach came to rest on my back, and
the top of his thighs to rest on the back of mine I felt the material of
his shorts touch my bum. Through this material I became aware of his
erection, it seemed as thick as Tom's but longer, and I decided that the
material must be deceiving me.

I continued to play this game with Stevie, and after some moaning I turned
again onto my back, careful to keep his hardon pressed against me as I
did. His hand rose to my chest and I reached under the cover with my free
hand to place it on his thigh. I pulled gently upwards and opened my legs
to let his knee fall between my thighs. His skin was perfectly smooth, I
couldn't even detect the slightly downy hairs that Tom and even Nick
had. Throwing caution somewhat to the wind, I let my other hand now find
its way under the waist band of his shorts so I could feel his bum. Stevie
lifted his leg slightly and drew it up across my thighs. Slowly, very
slowly it moved until it came to rest against the base of my hardon. I
stifled a gasp and my eyes opened. I looked down and could see Stevie's
head on my chest and his hand moving over my chest under the cover, I
glanced over to my right and Robbie and Nick were now facing each other
with Tom's arm draping over both of them. They all seemed to be asleep
still..

Stevie kept his thigh resting on my hardon, and let his hand make lower and
lower sweeps of my stomach. Once or twice his hand brushed against the wet
tip of my cock and each time it did I felt myself twitch and swell. I moved
my hand inside his shorts to his hip and upper thigh and I reached down as
far as I could, with my other hand I could now stroke his hamstring and I
ran my hand up inside his shorts there too. Occasionally I would feel his
cock swell and harden too and as it did I responded the same way with
mine. Slowly I felt Stevie begin to ease away from me with his hip, and
this created a gap for my hand to slide through, as it did I kept expecting
to feel some hairs, but there were none and the next thing I felt was the
side of his cock. As I touched him this first time he sighed and he left
his hand touching me. I pushed further down until I felt the softer skin of
his balls, with that Stevie placed his hand over my cock and gently
squeezed me. He moved his hip a little further and I was able to gather his
two large balls in my hand.  At that moment I heard movement to my right,
and Stevie must have too because he froze and tensed. I looked over and saw
that Tom was beginning to sit up, I smiled at him and he returned my
gesture. I tried to reassure Stevie by holding him where he was, but he
snatched his hand away from me. "It's OK, it's only Tom," I whispered.

"Sorry guys, I gotta pee," Tom explained. As he got to his knees, the cover
slipped off him and he exposed his hardon.

"Sure it's a pee only you need?" I teased. Stevie lifted his head and
obviously saw what I did and I felt his body relax again. Tom climbed over
Nick and Robbie and as he did his balls bounced within inches of Nick's
head, he turned to the door. I pulled my hand out from the under the cover
and slapped him playfully on the behind as he swung past me. Once he had
gone, I put my hand back on Stevie's thigh, "now, where were we?" I
whispered. He giggled. However, it was too late, now Nick and Robbie were
stirring, but this time Stevie stayed relaxed. Nick opened his eyes and
looked at me. He smiled one of those wicked smiles and then rummaged around
under the cover for a moment. He pulled a pair of red shorts out from under
Robbie.

"Hehehehe, look what I found!" he laughed and a now awake Robbie blushed.

"Don't worry Robbie, Nick could get the knickers off a nun!" I turned to
Stevie, "so that just leaves one of us with shorts on." I tugged with my
hand on his shorts and Stevie offered no resistance and they slipped over
his hip. Nick now took his cue from me and he dived under the cover. I felt
him pass over my legs and saw a small struggle at the bottom of the
sleeping bag. Moments later he emerged with his latest trophy which was
greeted by loud cheers from Robbie. Tom raced back to see what the noise
was about and he started to laugh when he saw Nick holding a pair of red
shorts in each hand, sat cross-legged in the middle of the tent. Tom sat
down next to Nick and started to get back under cover.

"Wait there Tom!" he froze. "I have an idea." He looked at me
suspiciously. "To celebrate Nick's victory, I suggest breakfast in bed,"
Nick whooped, "to be made by Tom and Nick." Nick fell silent. "I knew you'd
like that!" Tom laughed at a deflated Nick.

"I suppose," Nick said at last. "You did it yesterday, and Stevie and
Robbie are guests." I nodded and smiled at Nick. "C'mon then Tom!" Nick
flew out of the tent, pushing Tom ahead of him.

"You both sleep OK?" I asked.
 
"Yeah thanks, much better than the beach!" explained Robbie.

"Yeah cool Jimmy, thanks," added Stevie. He was still lying close to me,
but only our legs touched now as he was propped up on one elbow. He reached
over me towards Robbie, "you gonna stay there on your own?" I lifted the
cover up slightly as an invitation and Robbie wiggled over on his front
like a sidewinding snake. He came to rest against me and I slipped back
down the sleeping bag from a slightly raised position and Robbie had to
lift his head to let my arm under him. I pushed my other arm back under
Stevie and pulled him against me. Immediately I felt his hardon against my
thigh and hip again, but this time without his shorts to separate us. It
felt just as big as it did before. I pulled at Robbie, and the only way he
could release the pressure was to turn on his side to face me. I felt his
much smaller dick rest against me too. Stevie's hand now moved from my
chest and slowly across my stomach. It stopped by my navel and this time I
allowed myself to laugh quietly.

"What you doing?" asked Robbie. Stevie found his hand and placed it on my
navel too, I laughed again.

"This," explained Stevie. Both hands now gently tickled me and I squirmed a
little. Stevie's hand ventured deeper and it brushed the length of my
hardon, settling on cupping and rolling my balls. Laughs turned to moans of
pleasure. Robbie's head now disappeared under the cover and rested on my
stomach. His smaller hand now moved from my navel and he placed a fingertip
on my hardon, he traced along my length, first the side and then the
back. He continued to do this and I twitched involuntarily.

Robbie's movement had freed up one arm and I used it to stroke the smaller
boy's back and side. My palm glided under his arm and then along his chest,
across the ripples of the folded skin of his waist until I found his
hardon. I placed four fingers like a cylinder around him, and I was
slightly surprised to find that he was longer than my middle finger. I
lifted my other arm up and forced it between Stevie and I. It travelled
palm first against his lumpy chest and ribs. Past the softness of his
stomach I paused as I felt a damp patch of what I assumed was precum, I
spread it a little and continued my search. At last I felt the heat of his
hardon and I reached out with my fingers to locate it. I took a deep breath
and wrapped my hand around it. It was thicker than Tom's for sure, and
whilst I could feel the end of his dick behind my wrist my finger tips had
not yet found where it joined his abdomen. This was huge, and still not a
hair anywhere. I began to wonder how long breakfast would be.

Unfortunately, it was sooner than I had hoped and I heard voices approach
the tent. Reluctantly I sat up, forcing Robbie and Stevie to do the same.

"Sounds like breakfast arriving," I explained. I pulled myself back to sit
against the pillow and immediately my hardon popped from under the cover
and I had to yank the at the cover to hide myself. Stevie and Robbie
started to laugh just as Tom's head popped through the flap. He brought in
a makeshift tray made out of a cardboard box which contained various
drinks, Nick followed with a plate of jam sandwiches. He set them down in
the middle and we all gathered around to have an indoor picnic. Nick and
Tom were comfortable being naked and gleefully tucked in. I passed a cup of
juice to Stevie who was furthest away and then joined in. I took a sip of
my tea and then placed it carefully on the cover to grab a jam butty. We
all had one each and then Nick passed the plate around for our second. As
he reached over to Stevie, Stevie sat up a little and pulled the cover with
him, this caused the my now half empty cup of tea to fall over. The warm
contents spilt onto my hand.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. I looked over to Stevie, he cowered away from me and
raised his hands instinctively to cover his face.

"Sorry, Jimmy, I'm really sorry," Stevie sobbed, "I didn't mean it." I was
totally shocked by his reaction, and I glanced quickly at Nick and Tom and
could see that they were too.

"Hey, hey," I moved my hand slowly to Stevie's shoulder, but he still
flinched, "it's OK. It's only a cup of tea, no problem. Honest."

"You're not mad?" Stevie had calmed a little.

"No, a little wet yes," I moved my hand to touch the side of his face. I
took my wet hand and placed a drop of tea on the end of his nose. "See, a
little wet only." At last his hands dropped and a small smile broke across
his face.

"Nick, go fetch a cloth, OK?" I turned back to Stevie. "You OK now?"

"Yeah, sorry, it's just that my dad gets so mad when I'm clumsy and......"
Stevie looked away from me.

"And?" I asked gently.

"He hits me bad sometimes," a single tear fell down his cheek.

"It's true Jimmy, honest," added Robbie from behind me.

"I believe you," I shuffled up close and put an arm around Stevie, "and I
promise I never will, OK?" Stevie nodded. Nick reappeared with a cloth and
mopped up what was left, the damp patch would soon dry outside. "Now, let's
finish breakfast." The remaining sandwiches were soon, but little was said.

"What happens when you do something wrong at home?" Stevie asked Tom.

"I get grounded, or lose my pocket money," he replied.

"Your parents don't hit you?" Stevie didn't seem convinced.

"No, never."

"And you Nick?"

"Never either," Nick replied.

"And you Jimmy?"

"No, never," I paused, "but there is a special punishment for clumsiness."

"What was that?" Stevie pulled a face, contemplating something awful no
doubt.

"I'll show you," I moved behind Stevie and took hold of his arms with
mine. I nodded at Nick and Tom. "We.....tickle!" With that Tom and Nick
launched themselves at Stevie. Tom used his strength to pull him out of the
bag and hold his legs, I kept holding his arms and Nick climbed on top of
Stevie.

"We start here," explained Nick, and he began to poke his fingers into
Stevie's soft sides, "and sometimes we start here," he moved up to his
armpits. "But most of all, we like here!" And he reached back to tickle
Stevie's balls. By now the victim was already screaming for mercy, "c'mon
Robbie, you can join in too!" Robbie smiled and started his tickling too.

"Explain the rules to him Nick!" I shouted over the noise.

"When you've had enough, you've gotta say 'I submit'," explained Nick.

"Never!" screamed Stevie.

"We'll see!" I added. Stevie bucked and kicked, but out grips held and Nick
and Robbie did their worst, soon tears of laughter were rolling down
Stevie's cheeks and eventually he called out.

"I submit!" The tickling stopped and we released our grips. Nick slid off
Stevie and I got to see the full naked torso of Stevie. He was totally
hairless and his half flaccid cock lay to one side. It was uncircumcised
and even now as least as big as mine. I looked around and saw that all the
rest of us were rock hard. Robbie was uncircumcised too, and his pink head
was half exposed at the end of a cock about three and a half inches
long. He was as smooth as Stevie, without even the few hairs that Nick had
despite his darker colour. I looked at Nick.

"How about some more breakfast then? I seem to have worked up another
appetite," I said.

"Yeah me too!" Nick agreed, and the others nodded too. "Shall I try some
sausages?"

"Whatever you want Nick," I smiled. Nick collected the cups we had already
used and passed them to Tom. Robbie picked up damp cloth.

"I'll help too!" Robbie offered. The three of them left. Stevie was still
panting from his punishment and red marks lined his torso.

"You OK now?" I asked turning to him. I stroked my hand over some of the
marks.

"Yeah, better than a slap any day," he turned on his side and placed a hand
on my thigh.. I flopped back on the floor and opened my arms to him.

"Come here then," I whispered. Stevie took the invitation and climbed on
top of me. My hardon pressed into his stomach and I felt his dick across my
thigh. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. His lips brush
my neck, and then the lightest of kisses followed.

"We'd better go outside now, and make sure they're not starting a forest
fire," I suddenly realised that I was about to be unfaithful to Nick and
Tom. Stevie rolled off me and sat up.

"No problem," I think he understood my dilemma. At that moment Nick entered
the tent, he almost seemed disappointed.

"Everything's under control out there," he said, "thought I'd wait with you
guys." He sat down next to Stevie, "and besides, I wanted another look at
this." He took hold of Stevie's hardon. 'That's my Nick' I thought to
myself. "How big is it Stevie?"

"Well," Stevie flushed with embarrassment, "erm, about seven and a half
inches I think," he said quietly. Nick wrapped both hands along the shaft
and the head was still exposed.

"Wow!" he pushed it back and the foreskin slipped away to reveal the
swollen head. "Mine's only three and a bit, and Jimmy's is nearly exactly
double mine. Wish I had yours."

"Wish I had yours," said Stevie. Nick looked up at him, almost
disbelieving.

"Why? I'm a tidger compared to you," explained Nick.

"I never have showers at school anymore, cos all the other kids make fun of
me," Stevie said. "They call me donkey and horse and stuff. It's really
embarrassing."

"They're only jealous Stevie," Nick took the words out of my mouth. "I'm
sorry." He left go of Stevie's dick and gave him a hug, I hugged both of
them.

"You guys are the nicest people I have ever met, apart from Robbie of
course," Stevie muttered. Nick turned his ear upwards, nothing but
birdsong.

"I think Tom is finding out how nice Robbie is just about now," Nick
said. "So wanna know how nice we can be too?" Nick didn't wait for a reply
and his hands went back down to Stevie's hardon. I reached down and cupped
his balls, Stevie began to moan quietly. I skipped over and pulled his legs
apart to expose his smooth balls and inner thighs. My tongue began to move
along the smooth skin of his legs until I reached his silky ball sack. My
tongue flicked out at him as Nick began to run his tongue along the back of
his shaft. My tongue joined Nick's and we ran up and down the length in
unison, one at a time we tried to fit his cock into our mouths and I tasted
his precum. I felt Stevie's balls begin to draw up and I nudged Nick and
smiled. He knew what I meant and kept his mouth around the head, whilst his
hand worked the shaft and I sucked on his balls. Within moments I felt his
legs tense and contractions begin in his ball sack. Stevie let out a loud
sigh as he began to cum in Nick's mouth. I managed to ease Nick away from
Stevie's cock and I kissed him. Nick passed almost half a mouthful of cum
to me, I swallowed some and passed the rest back. We did this a few times
before it was all gone. I then noticed that there was a small bead of cum
hanging to the end of Stevie's softening cock and I eagerly licked it
away. Nick laid halfway across Stevie now.  "That's how nice we can be," he
whispered. I placed my chin at the base of Stevie's cock and began to lick
Nick's cock. It twitched appreciatively and a bead of his precum now
emerged. I licked it off and immediately began to suck hard on the whole
length. My hand worked its way between Nick's legs and I probed at his
hole. Nick rolled on his back and spread his legs wide for me. I felt a
hand take hold of my hardon and then wet lips encircle me. The suck was a
little too hard for Nick, and I glanced down to see Stevie working on
me. Nick had his eyes firmly shut and was caressing Stevie's chest. I was
sucked in much deeper than I ever had before and I really had to
concentrate on maintaining my motion with Nick, not that I had to for long
because soon his muscles tightened around my fingers and he shot his cum
into my mouth. I savoured its slightly thinner consistency. With Nick's cum
and dick still in my mouth my own orgasm began. I was pressed hard against
the back of Stevie's mouth and I could still feel his lips around my cock
near the base as I finished. I rolled off Stevie and spread out on the
floor. After a moment I looked up and saw Nick and Stevie kissing.

"See how nice we can all be?" I commented. Nick and Stevie laughed, and I
joined them. By the time we emerged from the tent, Tom and Robbie were sat
by the stove, and Tom was pushing sausages round a pan. They hadn't been
cooking for long, so I guessed that they had found out how nice each of
them could be too. We sat around the stove in the sunshine for an hour or
so and eventually we decided that we would visit Conwy Castle.

Castles had always fascinated me when I was younger and I was able to give
a pretty good guided tour myself. Of course I missed out all the boring
bits about dates and concentrated more on the dungeons and fighting
part. By the reaction of my troop I guessed they enjoyed the tour. About
tea time the weather closed in again and it began to rain. We headed back
to camp and I listened to a forecast, which predicted rain for the next
twelve hours at least. I stopped off in Ruthin at the off liscence again
and Nick loaded up with chocolate whilst I bought a few more cans of lager.

At the top of our hill, the clouds were very low and the rain was set. The
boys huddled under the awning whilst I struggled to get the damp fire
lit. Eventually I succeeded and soon I was cooking us a hot meal of (more)
sausages and beans. The radio played quietly in the background as the boys
still talked about the castle visit. Stevie volunteered to wash up and Tom
joined him. By the time they returned from the stream they were quite wet,
so I sat them by the fire. Unlike the other wet day, there was a breeze
blowing now and it was difficult to stay warm outside.

"OK, time I think to head inside, get out of this wind," I said. The boys
lunged towards the tent. "Hey! Shoes off first though!" Each stopped in
their tracks and kicked their shoes off. I followed behind them and neatly
placed them by the entrance. I brought the lamp, radio and a few beers with
me. I hung the lamp and radio from the door pole and tossed the drinks
in. "Well, what should we do for the rest of the night? We could try the
cinema again?"

"Let's stay in," Nick said, the others nodded. "We could play cards and
have a few drinks." I understood now, and smiled.

"Sure, let's get comfy then," I sat down and we formed a circle. I passed
two cans for sharing amongst the boys, and opened one for myself. Nick
announced that we would play strip poker and he explained the rules again
for the benefit of Stevie and Robbie, and finally, he added the forfeit. He
explained how I had been the slave last time.

Nick dealt the first hand and the play was cautious and the bets low, even
though, ironically, we all had more clothes to bet with than the previous
night. Keeping in mind that it was cool, if not cold inside the tent, the
rules were amended slightly so that someone could use one of the towels
inside to keep warm with, but only over their shoulders! The game
progressed and honours were pretty even by the time I served the final
beers. The main competition seemed to be between Nick and Stevie and they
each won and lost big games and soon they were both down to their
shorts. They skipped a few hands allowing me to win a handsome bundle of
clothes from both Tom and Robbie. I was almost fully clothed, whilst the
rest sat in their shorts. I dealt the cards but threw in my hand
immediately. Tom and Robbie followed me. Nick stared at Stevie and made his
one remaining bet. Stevie had to either fold or see him. Either way, now
there would be a result.

"I'll see you," whispered Stevie.

"You sure?" asked Nick. Stevie nodded. Nick carefully laid his cards out on
the floor. He had a pair of sevens. Stevie's expression didn't change as he
sorted the cards in his hand and dropped some randomly to the floor,
leaving two. His deliberately placed one of the cards on the floor. It was
an eight.

"You ready for this Nick?" he asked. I could feel the tension.

"Yep," Nick squeaked nervously. Stevie placed the card face down, and
slowly turned it over from the corner. We all leaned forward to see. Nick
was closest. "YES!" he shouted, "a five!" Stevie had lost, but his cool was
intact. We started to clap and cheer. Nick, Tom and then Robbie started a
chorus.

"Off! Off! Off!" Stevie leant back and lifted his hips and slowly pulled
his shorts down to his ankles. Nick grabbed them and threw them away as
Stevie sat back up. His flaccid dick was thick and still five inches long
as it rested on the floor between his legs. We played a few more hands
before stopping as Nick and Tom ended up losing their shorts too.

"Slave!" Nick called. "I want you to take Jimmy's clothes off." Stevie
reached over and took hold of my tee shirt. "No, with your teeth!" I had a
tee shirt, one sock, a pair of jeans and a pair of shorts still on, and for
the next ten minutes I laughed so hard my sides hurt. Stevie struggled
manfully on and eventually succeeded. By the time my shorts came off his
chin was resting on my hard cock, I glanced around and saw all the others
were in the same condition.

"Slave!" Robbie called this time. "Take my shorts off......with your
teeth!" He giggled wildly as Stevie accomplished his task.

"Slave!" It was my turn now. "Just one more command," Nick interrupted me.
"Awww, we've only just started Jimmy," I held up my hand to stop him.

"Your last command is to be nice to everyone all night, just like you were
this morning to me and Nick," I smiled. Stevie moved around the circle and
kissed each one of us, then he kissed each one of us on the tip of our
hardons.

"I know, let's all be nice to each other!" I finally said and we all
collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs. Deliberately I let my head land
in Robbie's lap and I pulled him over me. His head came to rest on my
stomach. I burrowed my head between his legs and began to lick his
balls. They were a little looser than Nick's but the same size and with my
mouth wide open I managed to get them both in. I glanced over to see Tom
sucking Stevie and Nick sitting over Stevie's face. I stretched a hand out
and managed to take hold of Tom's dick. Robbie's mouth now found my cock
end and he began to suck., I let his balls slip out of my mouth and my
tongue licked towards his hole. Not knowing what experience he had had, I
gently probed with my tongue at first, then I pushed a little into him. I
felt him relax his muscles to let me in further and reckoned he knew what
he was doing, so I brought my hand over and began to push a finger in. He
panted his approval and so I moved my mouth to his dick. His foreskin had
already pulled back and I licked around the head for a while and then
sucked him all in.

Tom pulled out of my grasp and I saw him and Nick changing position, so I
used both hands to pull Robbie close to me. After a minute he pulled away
from me and turned around, our lips met and we kissed. He reached back and
took hold of me, and then used his hand to guide my cock to his hole, with
a little push I slipped in the first inch. He sat up a little and then let
his weight fall down on me so that the whole of me pushed into him. With a
satisfied grunt I felt him grip his anal muscles around me. Next I knew I
recognised Nick's body appear. He knelt over me, leaving his hole only an
inch from my mouth, my tongue leapt out into him. He fell forward and began
to suck Robbie and his little thrusting movements into Nick's mouth kept me
stimulated.

After a minute of this, Nick stood up and turned around before very
carefully lowering himself down onto Robbie's hardon until I felt the
weight of both boys on me. Nick continued to manoeuvre until he had spread
his knees wide to support himself and this allowed Robbie to begin to
thrust into him, whilst at the same time move up and down on me. Within a
few minutes Robbie gripped Nick's hips and I felt him tighten and shoot his
cum. Nick pulled away and I took hold of his hips and pulled his dick down
into my mouth. With my vision blocked I noticed that Robbie had let me come
out of him, but a moment later I felt a tighter hole bare down on me. I
strained to look around Nick and recognised Stevie. Nick pumped away at my
mouth and eventually he shot into me. I held his sweet boy cum in my mouth
until we had kissed.

Another flurry of movement and Nick was gone. I looked down and could now
see Stevie's skinny frame riding slowly up and down my dick. His huge dick
bounced up and down and I reached to take hold of it. Slowly I rubbed my
hand up and down over his end. To my right Nick and Robbie were now in a 69
position with Nick on top. Tom was kneeling behind him and I could see his
bum muscles clench as he pushed in and out of Nick's hole. I reached up to
Stevie's shoulders and pulled him to me so we could kiss. We rolled over
and I was now on top of him, his legs spread wide and I pushed deep inside
him. I heard Tom moan and pant as he came inside Nick. Tom pulled out and
Nick moved off Robbie so that Tom could begin to suck him. Nick came and
knelt by Stevie and me, he gave Stevie's cock a quick lick and then he
climbed over him. He laid down flat on Stevie with his back to me, and
spread his legs wide and slowly he slid his hole towards Stevie's massive
cock. As he got closer I saw that his hole was stretched and red and a
little trickle of foamy cum oozed out. I put my hands under Nick's hips and
lifted him up, my tongue reached down to lick up the cum and then I easily
pushed it inside him to find more. I let Nick back down again and he
slipped against Stevie's cock. I lifted it slightly so that the head rested
against Nick's hole. Nick pushed himself backwards and the head slipped
inside him, another push and more disappeared. Nick began to sit up as I
watched inch after inch go into him. Eventually I had my arms around Nick's
waist and his shoulder blades were rubbing up and down my chest as he began
to ride the whole of Stevie's length. I began to match Nick's movements
with thrusts of my own into Stevie. As I felt my orgasm begin, I held
tightly onto Nick, and then Stevie let out a yelp and his anal muscles
contracted around me as I felt him pump inside Nick who reached back and
began to kiss me as his own little spurts of cum shot from his end .Once
Stevie had finished, Nick fell forward and kissed him. I looked down and
saw every inch begin to slide out, so I moved myself down so I could lick
away any cum.. Eventually I fell down next to them and Nick climbed over to
kiss me next.

I soon began to feel the cold, so I scrambled inside the sleeping bag. The
others followed my lead and we all huddled up close to each other.

"So, was I nice enough to everyone?" asked Stevie. Nick, Tom and myself all
nodded and grunted our approval.

"Except me," Robbie's quiet voice said. Stevie thought for a moment, and I
replayed the events of the past twenty minutes or so in my mind.

"I think he's right Stevie," I concluded. "And I did say be nice to
everyone."

"Shit! I'm sorry Robbie mate," Stevie said, "I didn't mean to ignore you!"
Stevie climbed over Nick and Tom and took hold of his young friend. He
kissed him. "Do you forgive me?"

"Awwww," Nick and Tom chorused.


To be continued...............

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