Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2009 10:00:24 +0000 From: Rapier 54 Subject: Peters-exposures 7 Copyright @ Rapier54 2009 Disclaimer: This is a fictional story depicting sexual activity between consenting adults and a younger male. If this is illegal from where you are reading it please do not continue. This being fiction, safe sex is not an issue. In the real world always practice safe sex. Peter and The Motorhome Edward had invited Peter to spend a weekend with him in his motorhome. It wasn't a huge Winnebago, but ideal for the two of them. They had driven for several hours and finally Edward pulled into a field, which had a couple of caravans, and another small motorhome parked, though spaced well apart. This being the autumn, there weren't many other holidaymakers there, though the facilities, such as they were, were still open. They consisted of little more than a toilet / shower block, constructed of concrete blocks, which had been painted cream a few years ago. Despite being late September, the sun was shining and it was quite a warm day. Roger Trent had set up a small patio table and chair and was sitting quietly reading outside his motorhome, when he heard the new arrival pull up some 10 yards away. He was trying to catch the last of the summer sun, dressed only in a pair of speedos. His sixty year old frame no longer made them that attractive, but with no one else nearby he wasn't too concerned. Looking up he saw the driver was an elderly man, and the passenger a youth. They parked facing the opposite direction to his, so that the side doors happened to be facing each other. His initial concern about having his peace and privacy disturbed were easily overcome by the vision that jumped out of the newly arrived passenger door. The youth was a slim young lad, barefooted, wearing shorts and tee shirt. His hair was thick, dark, though not very long, and unless he was mistaken, he seemed to get a kick out of being in a motorhome. His shorts had a nice little bulge anyway. The lad glanced at Roger and shyly smiled as his bare feet tiptoed to the side door. He then knocked on the door saying, "Uncle, let me in. My feet are bare." His uncle must have gone to the main cabin from the driving seat, and opened out the door with a smile. Looking at Roger he said, "Boys! What can you do with `em?" Then he pretended to cuff the lad behind the head, playfully helping him up and into the vehicle. The door was left open and Roger noticed it seemed to open onto a corridor, probably with areas to left and right. "What indeed!" Thought Roger, knowing what he would like to do to him. As Edward settled in, Peter wanted to explore and said he would see if the man outside knew where to get the water containers filled. Before Uncle Edward could say not to bother him Peter was gone After a minute or so of daydreaming, Roger had hardly reread the page he was on, before there was a light cough, and he looked up to see the lad standing near him. "Excuse me, Sir," he said softly, "Do you know if the block has a tap for water?" Roger quickly crossed his legs, hoping the boy hadn't seen the erection he was growing beneath the table. He leaned forward and replied, "Yes, it has several taps for that, as well as toilets, sinks and showers. The taps for water are just inside the door. They are the ones with no sink to get in the way." "Thanks you, sir. By the way, I am Peter, and my uncle is Uncle Edward." Said Peter with another of his shy smiles. He quickly turned and ran back into the Home turning right toward the rear of the camper before Roger could introduce himself. He clearly heard Peter call out, "Uncle, I'm going to get some water, the man next door says there are some taps there." "Ok, Peter, there's no rush though." Replied his Uncle from the left, somewhere near the front. "Tell you what, though, take a towel and see if the shower water is hot. Let me know when you come back." Clearly the new arrivals weren't aware of how sound carried from a motorhome with the door open thought Roger, and was beginning to wonder just how close they were, and what would lead to an uncle and nephew travelling together. Next Roger heard Peter asking his uncle where his white shorts were. He looked up and saw what he was sure was a naked Peter walking toward the front of the camper. He attention was riveted now, his book forgotten. He heard the uncle saying something quieter, followed by Peter replying in a plaintive voice. After a few seconds there was the unmistakeable sound of a bare bottom being given several slaps. Confirmed by the cries of pain from the boy. Peter then crossed the open door again, clearly nude, and soon after Uncle gently closed it. Roger was already wondering if he would be able to get involved at some point, and knew he would be leaving his windows open tonight to catch any strange noises that might waft across. The door opened and Peter, looking angelic in a pair of white satin shorts appeared, carrying a towel and a water container. He glanced shyly at Roger, went red in the face and walked off to the facilities block. As he walked across the grass to the block he wondered what adventures Uncle Edward had dreamed up for him. He knew by now that if they went away together something excitingly embarrassing always happened. Roger waited a minute or two, went inside to grab a towel of his own, changed from speedos to shorts to try and hide his excitement, and went off for a shower himself. When Peter entered the block, his tummy churned as he knew it would. There was no need for him to get water so soon, but he couldn't wait to check out the facilities, and feel the sexual excitement that a different, block built building would probably bring. He was not disappointed. As usual, the change in light and temperature, coupled with the spartan shabbiness inside brought him instantly erect. He thought the best idea would be to turn on the shower to run warm (hopefully), and then fill the water container while he waited. His excitement grew when he realised he would have to take off his shorts when he turned the shower on or they would get wet. Slipping them down to his ankles, and stepping out of them, he stood nude, and turned on the water. He quickly hung them up with his towel, liking the feeling of being naked and stretching up, his erection just brushing the wall as he did so. Though he loved being naked, indoors or out, he always found it embarrassing when a stranger saw him, though the feeling of shame always turned to lust when he realised he was being ogled, desired and wanted. Nevertheless, his innate shyness meant he could never admit to anyone how it excited him, except for his Uncle who by now knew him only too well. Just as he was walking nakedly erect back towards the entrance to fill the container a shadow passed over the doorway. Roger had tried not to hurry across the grass towards the block, in case Peter's uncle was watching out for him. Butterflies knotted his stomach as he thought about the possibility of watching the naked boy in the shower. Unlikely, but you never know. He quietly stepped into the block and saw a sight to take his breath away. Peter was naked as the day he was born, calmly walking towards him, his stiff penis bobbing as he walked towards the taps just inside the door. The boy gasped and covered himself with both hands, drawing his knees in as he did so. "S sorry, S sir!" he gulped. I w was j just letting the shower run w warm, sir and thought I could fill the water while I waited. I HAD to take my shorts off or they w would get w w wet sir, and I just thought no one w would come in w while I...." He blurted, red faced and ever the shy thing. "Hey, hey, that's alright, Peter" said Roger softly with a smile. "With this being a camping site and this being the shower area, people often get their clothes off here." He continued, "I was about to take a shower myself, so we will probably be naked.....together." Peter swallowed nervously again, before saying, "So, so you won't tell my Uncle that I was nude in here?" "Of course not," replied Roger, "It could be our secret. You fill the water up, and I'll see how the shower is warming. I expect I'll be out before you are ready." He saw Peter wasn't going to move his hands away yet from the glistening prize, and stepped towards the shower. He took off his shorts, confirmed the water was hot and stepped in. He counted to 10 (quickly), and put his head round the side to see if Peter had moved. He had. Roger was greeted with the sight of Peter bending over, filling the container at the tap. His naked bottom showing the remaining red glow of the short spanking he had received earlier. As Peter bent to fill the container, he wondered if the man would still be watching him. He hoped so, but couldn't look round. Already his excitement had overcome his embarrassment, but of course he couldn't admit that to a stranger. What would they think? He bent from the waist, rather than crouching down, knowing what he was showing excited him further. As the container filled, he decided he walk to the shower openly, making sure to look elsewhere, so as not to be obviously displaying himself. If he was looking at the cubicles and sinks as he passed, he wasn't to know if someone was watching him, was he? Roger kept watching, slowly caressing his prick, being careful not to cum. As Peter turned off the tap, and stood to replace the top of the container he noticed the erection was still there. Furthermore, as the boy turned to walk towards the shower he could see he was smooth all over, and either a well developed youngster, or chose to shave his body. Either way, the slim yet full erection was bouncing beautifully as he walked towards the shower that Roger turned back in to. Roger was careful to be rinsing his hair just as the boy arrived round the corner, so he could see the erection he was carrying without making it obvious. As he shook his hair dry and opened his eyes, he saw young Peter gazing open mouthed at his stiffness. All it needed was for the open mouth to be drooling and he wouldn't hesitate. As it was, Roger ignored it, and stepped out saying, "There you are Peter, all yours." He meant the shower, but the double entendre was there as well. Peter thanked the man shyly, though Roger noticed he didn't hide himself this time, and stepped into the warm water. He stretched up, his back to Roger, with his hands on the wall and groaned in pleasure as the streams ran over his slim, smooth body. As Roger looked on Peter wriggled his bottom as if to let the water run over it. Both of them wanted to rub their erections, but were unable to admit it. Roger because everything the youngster did could have been innocent, and Peter because he was so shy about admitting his desires to a stranger. As Peter soaped himself, it became too much for Roger to bear and he called out that he would take the water container to his Uncle as it may be a bit heavy for Peter. Peter called out, "Okay." Though he sounded a little disappointed. Peter was excited to have found a new admirer, but decided he had to be cautious in case his uncle didn't like it. Apart from the punishments which he enjoyed anyway, he didn't want to hurt the man who had become such a good friend to him. He hoped that something would transpire with the three of them, but didn't want to spend time thinking about how. His Uncle would see to it if it was what he wanted. In the meantime he could just enjoy putting on an "innocent" show once or twice. When Roger returned with the water he knocked on the camper door, and explained to Edward that he had left the boy in the shower and brought the water himself to save Peter struggling with it. Edward smiled and said, "That's a very nice gesture, come in and have a beer, I've got some in the cooler." Roger stepped inside, and Edward took the water from him, carrying it into the kitchen area and returning with two cans. "Carrying that wouldn't have been a problem for Peter, he is starting to fill out a bit now." To which Roger replied with a smile, "I couldn't help noticing, I warmed the shower for him while he filled the container, then as I stepped out, he stepped in." Edwards was a little concerned, saying, "I must have a word with him again, he sometimes seems to take delight in talking to strangers and letting them see more than perhaps they should." "Well it doesn't bother me," replied Roger, "I think he is delightful, so polite as well, you must be proud of your nephew." "Well, he's not strictly my nephew, just a young lad I've taken under my wing, so to speak, and he's come to calling me Uncle sometimes. It helps to stop people from talking, if you know what I mean." Explained Edward. "Indeed I do, people can be so narrow minded these days," pondered Roger, I think you must be very lucky to have such a nice young companion." The conversation continued with them both exchanging information of their past, and they were both chuckling happily as they found they shared experiences in teaching. Just then the door opened and Peter stepped in looking red faced and a little nervous. He was concerned that the new man had told his uncle about the display in the shower. His nerves soon calmed as Edward explained that he had offered Mr. Trent a beer as a thank you for bringing the water container, and it turned out they were both previously in the same profession. Seeing the shy young boy in his tight white shorts was causing Roger some discomfort, so he excused himself and after a quick peek at the shape of Peter's bottom, he returned to his own vehicle. As soon as he left, Edward said to Peter, "I suppose you've been flaunting yourself to strangers again have you?" "N no, Uncle Edward, I was hoping to have a quick shower on my own and return to you for some fun. I've been so looking forward to this and really didn't want to spoil it." Replied Peter hoping Uncle would pick up on it. "Well, I think you are telling fibs, but I like the idea of some fun as you say. So I think we'll combine the two. Firstly a spanking then....well, we'll see how good you be." Smiled Edward. "Or how naughty I can be." Thought Peter as he ran into his room his bare feet slapping in the corridor. He sat on his bed and waited for Uncle, who didn't take long at all. "Right then, you dirty little boy, kneel up on the bed, arms folded on the windowsill, and don't you DARE move them!" commanded Edward. Peter nervously obeyed, hoping the spanking wouldn't be too hard. As he positioned himself, with his white satin covered bottom sticking out, he thought he saw the curtain of Mr' Trent's camper twitch. He was trying to see if anyone was there and therefore surprised when the first slap fell on his backside. "Aaaahhhh!" he exclaimed loudly, his mouth opening wide and a flush of shame reddening his face to match his stinging rear. "What a sight!" said Roger quietly to himself. He had suspected something like this may happen, and had left his windows ajar to catch any sounds, while pulling the curtains to, leaving only a small gap to watch through should anything transpire. He looked on, as the young boy took his punishment, watching his face redden and his mouth open and close with pain. He could hear every sound, and was soon fondling his own stiffness. It wasn't long before he saw Peter's eyes close and look of pleasure cross his face. Peter had forgotten about the curtain twitching as soon as the first blow fell, and lost himself in the pleasure of turning his Uncle on by crying out as he received his punishment. After a dozen blows, he felt his uncle slowly pulling his shorts away from his hot bottom, and easing the waistband over his cheeks, leaving them bare while his throbbing stiffness was still contained. He "mmmmmd" and "oooohhhd" with pleasure as Edward softly smeared a cooling lotion over his red moons. Edward himself was way past excited by now, and had decided to raise the stakes, playing Peter at his own game. As he began to spread the remains of the lotion over Peter's body, playing particular attention to his nipples, he said, "You WERE displaying yourself to Mr. Trent weren't you, Peter?" Peter was lost in ecstasy and replied, "Y yes, Uncle. I like it when older men admire and want me. You know I get emb ..embarrassed if I think they know it's on purpose, but It is so hot think to they find me sexy. I sometimes can't help it." He continued gasping with pleasure as Edward concentrated on his nipples, running his knuckles and nails over them. Edward was becoming used to Peter's ways, and knew if he was to stop them he risked losing the boy for good. He eased him off the bed and stood him up. Turning Peter to face him he gave him a long lingering kiss. Peter responded lustily, hot erect and excited he couldn't help but slip a hand into his shorts and begin to touch himself. Edward firmly moved Peter's hand away and said, "None of that my boy. You'll come when I am ready." So saying he stepped to one side, and fished out the handcuffs that had become part of their games occasionally. He put Peter's hands behind his back, and fastened the cuffs in place. Then he went into the corridor, knelt down and said, "Uncle is waiting, Peter. Come to me and then you can cum". Peter stepped into the corridor and saw his uncle kneeling down, mouth open. He walked to him, his pants only staying up by the stiffness of the erection within. Edward slowly slid the front of the shorts down. Tantalisingly slowly, excruciatingly slowly, letting them fall to rest at his ankles, just allowing his toes to show, smiling with joy as the boy's stiffness sprung free and slapped against his flat tummy. He began to lick and kiss the hot prick, causing Peter to whimper and gasp in pleasure. He then turned Peter to face the wall and stood, allowing his own erection slide between the boy's slippery cheeks, as he began to nuzzle his neck, and fondle his nipples. Peter began to cry out in ecstasy, and didn't pay any attention to being moved a few feet to one side as Edward's ministrations continued. Edward who now had Peter standing at the door, his forehead resting against it, began to fondle and rub the boy's glistening rod. "Tell me when you are going to come, Peter," he gasped, don't come until I say you can." Said Uncle as he firmed his grasp of Peter's throbbing cock and quickened his strokes. "Ohhhh, Uncle, It won't be long, It won't, oooooh, it won't be long, I love what you are doing to me, you are ohhhhhh, it's soooo goooood, It's.....OH! I'm going to...I'm....." squealed Peter. "Hold it boy, hold it, not yet...." murmured Edward, trying to make it last.... "Yes, Uncle, I'll try to hold....OH! OH! Aahhhhh, No I can't its comi....I'm, you're making me, UNCLE! Please I'm....." At that moment, Edward slipped the handle of the door down and Peter, resting his head on it half stepped, half fell outside. His glistening penis erupting in sperm as each earth moving spasm rocked him. Hobbled by his shorts he soon fell onto the grass realising that he was exposed, outside, naked, bare, nude, erect and ohmygodcoming for anyone to see! His hips ground and bucked as the waves of pleasure passed through his body, shining with lotion. One excruciating spasm sent a small jet of cum onto his face. He struggled to his feet with difficulty being restrained at the ankles with the shorts and with his hands cuffed behind him. Strings of his seed were looped around his prick, his tummy, thighs and balls. He gasped with shame as his eruption subsided, leaving another lace of lust hanging from his erection which refused to subside. He quickly realised his predicament, particularly as Uncle Edward had shut the door firmly behind him! Here he was, naked, handcuffed, his spunk covering his lower body, another string of cum hanging from his chin, a reddened bottom, and a woody that kept waving for more! He quickly turned to the door that had so surprisingly ejected him and called for his uncle to open it. It remained closed. Realising his uncle wasn't about to let him in, he mounted the wooden step and turned to try and open it with his cuffed hands, not realising that Mr. Trent was witnessing the entire spectacle from the gap in his curtains. As Peter tried to find and turn the handle, his stiffness waved about in the air, Mr. Trent witnessing the object as well as the ropes of rapidly clearing cream that looped about his loins. Finally he managed to open the door and fell backwards into the motorhome. His Uncle swiftly helped him to his feet and as Peter tried to exclaim his shock he found his Uncles mouth descending upon it and deeply kissing the embarrassment away. Only then did Edward shut the door, deciding that as it was Peter's holiday as well he would perhaps share him, a little at least. Roger was unable to contain himself at the scene before him, with the naked and rampant young boy being so sexually open, and then his Uncle joining in. As he came all over the wall just below his curtained window, he decided he HAD to find a way to get to know them better. Just as he was wiping down the wall and cleaning himself up, he heard their camper door open again and saw both Edward and Peter head off in the direction of the shower block. Peter still glistened and gleamed in places he perhaps shouldn't, although he was now presentable in his white shorts again. They both had towels and some clean clothes and Edward had a toilet bag. As much as Roger wanted to join them he decided he couldn't find a reason to have a second shower in the space of an hour, so he cursed his luck as he waited for the next opportunity. Edward and Peter showered together, and took great delight in lathering and rinsing off each bodies. Several times. By the third time, Peter knelt and took Edward's hardness into his mouth, his head bobbing to and fro, hoping someone would find them, but they were undisturbed. Eventually, they stepped out, dried themselves, dressed and returned to their van. Roger, had been watching out for them, and made sure he was just putting away his table and chair for the evening as they returned. "Hello again you two." He smiled as they approached. "Hello again," smiled Edward. He shushed Peter on into their motorhome and turned to Roger, saying, "The site here looks a bit empty. Is there a clubhouse or local pub around somewhere?" Roger replied "I was going to say that unlike the bigger sites, this one hasn't any entertainment for the long evenings. But if you both would like some company, I have a few cans indoors I would be happy to share. Unless that is if you have other plans.....?" "No, no. That would be splendid!" said Edward with a smile. "Give us a couple of hours and I'll cook, while you bring the drink. See you at about 8?" "My pleasure." Purred Roger. Trying hard not to grin from ear to ear. "Does, um, Peter, ah.....?" "Oh, well, not usually, but as it's a holiday I will let him have a can if he likes it. Thank you. See you tonight then." Said Edward happily. Tonight was going to be fun for Peter and a new experience for him. The meal, although simple fare had been a success, and as Edward sat opposite Roger they chatted about places they had been. Peter was quietly collecting plates and cutlery and doing some washing up. Each time he came back for another plate he took a drink from his can of beer, and seemed to be making a point of collecting one item at a time to prolong the experience. Each time he picked something up he bent over at the waist to give Roger a view of his bottom. Each time he drank he stood and tilted the can back to stretch his stomach and display a delightful bulge in his shorts. He was otherwise naked. It soon became clear to the two men that the can was empty and that Peter was just revelling in his near nudity with a stranger. It seemed to Roger that as well that Peter's shorts were slipping slightly. As the youngster went through the same routine as he dried and put away each item after washing it, one at a time, his bottom crack was just beginning to show, as was the top of his pubic area which remained delightfully smooth. When it was all done, Edward called to Peter to come and sit down. As Peter approached his Uncle, Edward reached out and eased him onto his lap. He gave him a quick squeeze and a peck on the cheek, saying how well behaved he had been. "Indeed he has," echoed Roger, "he seems to so well behaved all the time." "Oh I don't think that is the case." Replied Edward with a smile. He went on to relate a recent holiday they had shared, where Peter had been most lascivious with his soup and dessert, leaving their dining partner a little put out. As he was giving the details of Peter tasting the other man's soup by licking the man's fingers, Peter began to redden a little. When he explained the boys "coughing fit" ending with chicken soup running down his chin like a mouthful of, "Well, chicken soup I suppose." Peter looked at his Uncle and said, "Uncle, you mustn't tell people about that. It's embarrassing!" Edward ran his fingers down Peter's spine and they both watched him squirming in delight and tilt his head back in instinctive pleasure. "It looks as though you enjoyed that." Said Roger with a smile. "So did Peter." Laughed Edward. He then began to run his fingers gently around Peter's neck, and slowly down his chest. Peter wriggled a little more and his chest moved in anticipation of his nipples being touched, but Edward moved his hands to his neck and back again. Peter was beginning to moan softly now, and grinding his bottom into Edward's lap. "What is Uncle doing?" Thought Peter. "He knows I find this embarrassing and exciting. Surely he's not going to make me do things in front of this man?" Both Edward and Roger were now becoming stiff at the spectacle of Peter's obvious sexual pleasure. "You told me earlier today young man that you were displaying yourself in front of Roger, didn't you?" "Mmmm, n n no, Uncle I didn't say th that." Replied Peter with a wiggle of embarrassment or pleasure. Edward continued to caress his neck and moved a finger to his lips. "Yes you did, Peter. That's why I had to give your bottom a spanking wasn't it?" Continued Edward as he slid his finger over Peter's closed lips. "Uncle," moaned Peter in shame or pleasure, or both, "You shouldn't tell Peop....mmm wt yu dd....mmm t meooo." Replied Peter as his uncle's finger slipped into his moist mouth and the boy sucked on it. A single drop of saliva ran out of his mouth and down his chin, forming a string as it hung there. "I should punish you for being such a tease, shouldn't I, Peter?" said Edward, adding a second finger to the first, encouraging more saliva to join the first. "N no, s s sir," mumbled Peter, by now hoping he would. "P please not that s sir. Please n not in front of someone else." Edward ran his wet slippery fingers down to Peter nipples. Rubbing circles around them and running his knuckles over them. Peter tipped back his head and groaned in ecstasy. Edward took the opportunity to begin nuzzling his neck, and Peter was undone. "You know you must be punished, Peter," whispered his Uncle. "Tell me. Ask me nicely to spank you in front of Roger for being such a dirty little tease." Peter began to shake his head, but as his uncles fingers, knuckles and nails did their work on his nipples he finally gave in. "Please, Sir. Please Sir I I I've been a very naughty boy, s s sir. Please will you sp sp, oh my, sp spank my bottom for me sir." Moaned Peter. "Oh I will young man." Replied Edward. "The question is, shall we let Roger watch it happen?" "Yes, yes, sir. I deserve to b p punished in front of him because I was be being so rude in fr front of him, S sir." Groaned Peter as the last of his reserve disappeared. "Stand up then Peter, face Roger and put your hands on the shelf above him." Commanded Edward. Peter stood up, his shorts had by now been wriggled so low that Edward could easily see almost all of his soft bottom. It was clear that only his erection keep the waistband at the front from revealing all. Roger drank in the whole scene, the nearly naked young teen, stretching his hands above him, his slipping shorts only inches from his face, and so clearly aroused and in need. He barely managed to keep his hands to himself, but thought it best so as not to break the spell. As the first smack on Peter's bottom landed, he whimpered and his hips moved forward, almost touching Rogers face. It was clear that Peter's hardness was all that was keeping the flimsy shorts up, and was throbbing of its own accord. This continued for a dozen slaps on the boys bared cheeks, before Edward said, "These shorts are just getting in the way Peter. Shall we just take them off?" "No, Sir. P please don't make me naked in front of th this man s sir." Groaned Peter. Everyone knew that was what he wanted. "I am going to keep spanking you until you ask Roger to pull your shorts down. So I suggest you hurry." Said Edward, laying another blow on the boys reddening cheeks. After several more blows Peter's anticipation of displaying himself, nude, naked, bare, erect, and shaved was too much. "Please, sir, AAAahhh. Please w w will you p pull my sh shorts d down sir?" he asked plaintively as another smack stung his bottom. Roger lifted his hands and holding the waistband of Peter's shorts slid them down over his erection which promptly bounced straight back up. Revealing his shaven balls and high excitement. At that point Edward again began caressing and fondling Peter's nipples and neck before slipping his fingers again into the lad's eager mouth. Collecting a copious amount of saliva he proceeded to run his finger softly over Peter's tight little hole. Peter gasped in pleasure as he felt his Uncle gently probing and lifted himself on his toes as he felt the entrance of a slippery finger into his bottom. "If you would like to touch him, you can." Said Edward to Roger, "Though be careful not to let him come yet. He needs to respect his elders, and we should be first." He continued with a smile. As Roger touched the boy's stiffness he was surprised at the heat and the power of the throbbing as it jerked several times. "I felt that one," said Edward. Then to Peter, "Tell Roger how I could." Peter groaned again as Roger held his hardness firmly and began to move his fingers up and down the hot, hard, smooth shaft. "Y you could fee feel it Uncle because your f f finger is in m my bott ohhhhh, b bottom, s sssir." "I think you are causing Roger some discomfort, Peter." Said Edward, looking at Roger. "Why don't you kneel down for him and see if you can help soothe it?" So saying, he placed his free hand behind Peter's neck and gently eased him down to his knees. As Roger looked up to Edward, the latter nodded slowly and Roger lifted himself from the chair slightly and eased his own shorts down. Peter couldn't keep his eyes off the older man's erection, and as roger held his head and Edward eased his neck forward, the eager teen began to first lick the hard shaft before opening his mouth and easing the head slowly over his lips. As his head bobbed back and forth, Roger was groaning in pleasure, as was Peter with his Uncle's finger still inside him. Peter's ministrations soon had precum and saliva mixing and running all over his face and chin. Roger said he couldn't hold out much longer and Peter sat back on his haunches, displaying his naked excitement with a shiny face, chin, and dampening chest as the moisture of excitement fell from his chin. Edward stepped to his side and turned Peter's face to his own erection. Peter opened his mouth and slid his head down it until the entire length was buried in his mouth. The profile this presented to Roger was almost too much and he took his hands away from his erection leaving it to throb repeatedly as he watched Peter slide his lips over his Uncle's hot member. It was becoming too much for Edward as well as he quickly pulled out just time, his own hardness jerking spasmodically. Again Peter sat back, his arms behind him, his own nudity on display for the two older men. His face, chin, neck and chest now awash with saliva which he was allowing to still run from his mouth. "Look Uncle, they are both talking to me." He smiled with a particularly sexual grin. "What are they saying, Peter." Asked Edward. Peter turned and knelt with his face down on his Uncle's previous seat. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, and raising his pink bottom to them he replied, "They are saying how sore my naughty little bottom looks, and how they would like to put some soothing cream on for me." He then collected some saliva on his own finger and slid it slowly into his winking brown star of pleasure. As he pleasured himself like this, sliding his wet finger in and out of his tight little hole, the two men rubbed themselves vigorously, before crying out and gasping as they shed their cream all over his upturned bottom. After a minute they both began to rub it over his bottom and between his legs, before Edward got him to stand up. As his Uncle kissed him and played with one nipple, Roger nibbled gently on the other. Peter continued to fuck himself on one finger while with his other hand he rubbed away until, gasping and wailing he spat another copious load of milky cum over the three of them. They all collapsed on the floor, softly caressing each other and recovering their breath. After about five minutes, Peter stood up and looked out of the window. He turned to the two satiated men and said with a smile, "There's no one else here but us. I'm going to walk to the shower block naked and have a hot, wet, slippery shower. Does anyone want to join me?" As he opened the door and stepped out in to the cool night air, Edward looked at Roger and said, "Boys! What can you do." As he sat up and slowly got to his feet, subsiding erection swinging, he remarked, "He hasn't even taken a towel." With a smile, Roger replied, "Well, I think we could use a shower too. Shall we take him one!" As they too stepped out into the fresh evening, they saw a naked boy, with a shiny pink bottom look back with a smile as he slipped into the shower block. With already recovering erections the two older men began to follow. Thank you for reading. All positive or constructive feedback is welcome.