Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2008 15:31:24 +0100 From: Gary Cutter Subject: SURREY SUMMER '83 - 8 WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. Also note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL. ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE, PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that. I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them. All my stories (and parts thereof) are given SOLELY to Nifty for distribution. If you wish to use anything of mine please ask me, it's only common courtesy Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to NIFTY. Keep NIFTY free and keep NIFTY alive. GCutter66@gmail.com SURREY SUMMER '83 Chapter - 8 - Andy's Story by G. Cutter Hi, I'm Andy and doing the talking for this saga or this chapter. Brian explained how we're taking turns telling the story so you'll learn a bit more about us than if just Peter and his pal JP did the biz. First of all let me correct sexpot Brian, I am not dopey looking, I am not a glue sniffer nor am I an idiot... I'm suave, refined and pretty damn well charming, the one thing he did get right I have the longest dick of all and that includes Bill Prendergast, the Boss. I wouldn't like to boast as far as Marcus and Henry the chefs go as they're pretty big guys and I haven't had a chance to survey them yet, not that I want to. Well, you've heard how Davey and Richy got involved with Bill and I though Davey put it across well. Now I suppose you'd like to hear about me and my crew one of whom is my kid brother, that one being Joe, the beautiful Joe. I don't suppose you're supposed to call your younger brother beautiful but in my eyes he is so up yours. My crew? Now there's a thing. Officially I suppose they're still my patrol, the Badger Patrol and I am or was their Patrol Leader back when we met Bill the Boss back in the Spring of the previous year. We all come from Shipham which is a reasonable sized town in North Somerset at the foot of the Mendips and not a thousand miles away from Charterhouse Public School and the Cheddar Gorge. The London boys take the micky out of our country accents now and then but we think they talk like bad tempered ducks so it evens out. London accents suck. Our bit of country is all very picturesque and we're in easy cycling range of a few big resevoirs and lakes so all in all a pretty good place for boys and Boy Scouts in particular. Anyway, last Spring the Troop got into financial difficulties and there was talk of us disbanding and the boys dispersing to other boy's clubs and organisations in the area. There were Army and Sea Cadets, Boys Brigade and others so we had a choice but as far as the Scouts went we were doomed, our current Scoutmaster had cocked up big time and we now owed the local bank so much money they'd put the boot in. Cue for Mr William Prendergast to appear. The Scoutmaster a rather vacant guy promptly disappeared. Our two Troop Leaders were confirmed in their positions and all talk of the Troop closing down were shelved indefinitely. Mind you we owned land from way back and one morning we saw most of our field alongside our headquarters being fenced off and signs going up, we learned that it had been sold. Easy peasy, the new man was the Movement's trouble shooter or so we were told. The Summer Camp was confirmed and things seemed to be back to normal. Bill appointed a temporary Scoutmaster who was one of the boy's dad's and things staggered on. Bill was very hands on and pretty smart, he must have known just about every boy's Christian name by the end of the week, even the the token Sooty (joke), Bill was hot stuff... he also liked boys. I was probably the first to suss this out being easily the smartest of the bunch and I knew what a closet queen looked and acted like. My brother Joe, who is my Second in the patrol agreed, we knew. I did a bit of digging and found out that Bill was local and that he owned a bloody great place in it's own grounds on the road to Axbridge which was a few miles or so due south, a smaller town that Shipham. My Patrol then comprised myself as Leader, Joe as my Second, Derek Fisher, Jim Ferry, the youngest and just up from the Cubs and three others who are history now. Anyway, Bill was still around having sorted out our finances and was running the new Scoutmaster in both scoutwise and financially. Both Troop Leaders were eighteen and eventually one of them would take over so the parent was basically a locum whatever that is. He was a bit too military for us but he was only temporary thank Christ. Jumping to attention and slamming your boot on the woodwork isn't really the scouting way. Yes sah, no sah, he was full of the shit but his boy loved it, he probably had to march to school. To get to the crux, the nub or whatever my little mob and that's the four of us I mentioned by name came to Bill's attention one Saturday afternoon in early Spring, Spring had sprung as it does and it was chilly and showery but the weather was climbing out of winter and we'd started to travel, we'd begun to get out into our local countryside which was pretty good, woods, lakes the rise of the Mendips, you name it, we had it all. 'Let's go and have a look at Prendergast's place, he says it's only a couple of miles.' Joe lay on my bed and grinned. 'He might have some gardening or something he wants doing.' 'All of us?' I looked at the double Fs, Fisher and Ferry sitting on our beanbag. 'Sitting' being a loose use of the word here, little Jim was virtually laying in Derek Fisher's lap. I'm bloody sure he was in love, he clung to Derek like a limpet, mind you they were neighbours with only a year's age difference, Joe always had his suspicions about the pair. Derek a normal sized thirteen then and Jim a quite small twelve... come to think of it he's not much bigger now apart from down below which seems to be in advance of the rest of his body. Anyway, here we all were in my bedroom or mine and Joe's to be more accurate and we were bored, there was no Scouts activity over the weekend and were were a Patrol after all, we were a gang, we needed adventure. Ah, days of innocence even if I was loving and being loved by Joe on a nightly basis (we didn't call it love by the way, we called it shagging). 'Bikes, ho,' I declared and we got to our feet. 'One for all and one for all.' 'Yiiiii...' We were off. Two miles was a fair distance but not to healthy kids and we were starting our two weeks long shorty Spring holiday after all. If we didn't get any work, and I thought that was a daft idea we could at least have a look around, maybe even see Mr Prendergast and bum some cold drinks. Hope springs eternal, blah, blah. The thought that he might even tell us to bugger off never crossed our tiny over enthusiastic minds. Well, we found the place without any problems and it was huge or what we could see of it through the heavy gate which was shut. From the box on the wall I worked out that it was one of those radio call things . Pretty max security and demonstrating loads of dosh. What do you get with a gate, a bloody wall and this thing was at least ten feet high and seemed to stretch for miles in either direction. Anyway, we were all pretty bushed and decided just to have a ramble about and maybe circumnavigate the wall, see if any of it had fallen down. I suppose as an excuse I've gotta say we were tired, we were bored and wandering about the woods was as good a way as any of spending some time. After a sweaty ten minutes we dropped the bikes and fell to the ground in a clearing, we were shagged and this was as good a place as any, it wasn't even midday yet and we were already ready for michief. Jim, being the live wire decided to climb a tree nearby and we just lay around watching him and he did remarkably well in getting to the first fork which was clear of the wall. The rest of us lay against the brickwork soaking up the sun and waiting for him to fall from his perch. 'I know what I could use,' Joe looked at me and grinned by which I knew something outrageous was coming. 'What's that then?' 'A good spine shattering wank.' I grinned knowing my Joe but Derek had hysterics, he thought it was highly amusing. Little Jim peered down with his big ears flapping as he'd missed the exchange. 'Go on then,' I smiled. 'He does this all the time indoors,' I remarked to Derek. 'So do you,' Joe snapped back. 'Nothing illegal in a good wank,' I grinned trying not to be too obvious studying Derek's reaction but he was just looking shell shocked. 'You've upset Derek, Joe boy.' 'Shouldn't be a prude then,' Joe grinned and outlined his mutton in his shorts. He was half hard at least and the mass was defined quite easily. If I wasn't a charitable man I'd say our Derek looked hungry. Joe was on the right track. 'I'm not a prude,' Derek sneered but his eyes dropped when I did the same as Joe and outlined my stiffy mounting in my own shorts and I had more to show than Joe. 'Fuckin' 'ell,' he whispered. 'Jimbo,' he called up. 'You wanna see this.' 'I'm watching,' Jim giggled from around fifteen feet above our heads. Laying back I could see his cheeky face peering down at me. Well, we'd gone too far to retreat now. 'You flash yours and we'll flash ours,' Joe offered and managed to keep a straight face. 'Go on, go on, Derek,' Jim laughed from up above. 'Tart,' Derek looked up and then rather red faced and shyly tugged his shorts down just a little displaying the top of his sparse pubic bush. Joe and I matched him. 'More,' I muttered and he did lower his shorts a little more displaying the base or root of his cock and it looked interesting. 'For fuck's sake,' Joe struggled and shucked his shorts down to his knees and then his ankles, of course his erection popped free and he held it gently working it to and fro. my bro had a nice cock and when it's hard it's nicer than nice and nearly at five inches even then. 'Phew... that's better,' he pursed his lips and blew down onto his sweaty crotch. 'Go on,' Derek stared at me. 'You first.' 'Uh hu,' Derek still blushing tugged his shorts down to his knees and his hardness popped free, it was a bit smaller than Joe's and meaty as well, certainly nothing to be ashamed about. I very obviously licked my lips making sure Derek saw me and tugged my own clothing down and exposed myself. I was still growing 'down there' and I reckon at the time I'd hit the six feeling quite pleased with myself other than when in PE Classes. 'Wowsie wow, Donkey Kong,' Jim shrilled from up above and nearly fell from his branch. 'Come down. Jim. You gotta join in,' Joe ordered and Derek backed him up. Jim was far from reluctant, he scampered or half fell from the tree and promptly dropped his shorts proudly displaying his four incher or whatever it was. Greaty stuff, a warm sweaty Spring afternoon and here we were in dense woodland all with our shorts around our ankles sporting stiffies. If the local Girl Guides happened by we'd have been raped to death, if the local forestry guys came a round we might get the same result. Mind you, Joe and I had been at it for over a year now and very recently we'd crossed the final incestuous barrier, we'd started to shag each other. A hobby for life we thought but, naturally enough, it was our deepest and darkest secret. Amongst us here, around this table, it's common knowledge but that was then and this is now. 'Sit here, Jimbo,' I patted the grass alongside me and the tyke quite happily spread his clothing on the ground and sat down, he rubbed his elbow against mine and giggled when I gently stroked his inner thigh. Derek looked daggers at us both, if he'd have been one of these mutants you read about I'd have fried on the spot. All the same, he sat alongside my bro and Joe being Joe draped his arm around Derk's brown shoulders. We were set for a game. 'Can I touch it?' Jimbo whispered. Sweet music in my ears that one. 'Go on.' Without any shame of buggering around you'd expect he reached oput and grabbed my hot cock and slowly worked the loose skin to and fro even pinching the foreskin over the end. I reached out and initially played with his little scrotum and then held his hot little cock with finger and thumb and gently worked it up and down. He cuddled in and I risked it, I kissed the top of his head and he scrunched in. I played with his smooth, scrawny neck as he licked my nipple and then began to suck on it. He must have thought I was mum with a dick but I wasn't about to tell him to stop. Glancing to my left I saw that Joe and Derek weren't wasting time, they both had hold of each other and were pumping away merrily. I upped the ante a bit, I rolled away from them taking Jimbo with me and wrapped my arms around him clasping his tight little buttocks and gnashed at his neck like a trainee vampire. He squealed and giggled but managed to guide my steaming erection between his legs and clamped on it. I was in bloody heaven as I moved between his smooth thighs feeling his stumpy stiffy rubbing up and down my belly. 'Pervs,' Joe muttered but he'd started to kiss Derek's chest and Derek had zoned out, his eyes were closed and his hardon was oozing precum. Joe looked at me, winked and started to kiss down Derek's chest onto his belly, he alway did like that SAS motto. Derek had stopped wanking Joe now and was just laying there enjoying Joe's attentions but bugger them, I was on a hard fuck between my Baby Doll's legs and he was loving it. 'Gawd, it's so big, so hot,' he whispered as I continued to plug away between his legs. 'My dick's so itchy, I could cum.' 'No probs, Sweet Nuts,' I held him tighter and shagged faster, I could feel my own 'itchy' and his squirmy little body in my arms was the ultimate turnon. 'Aaaah...' I rolled over taking little Jimbo with me and saw that Joe had taken the plunge, he'd taken Derek's gleaming glans between his lips and as I watched his head began to move up and down on Derk's now slowly thrusting cock. Derek's hand were on Joe's hair but no way was he pushing my bro away, he was holding on and as I watched slowly started to face fuck my Joe. 'Roll over, roll over. I can's see,' Jimbo squealed so I rolled again and he stretched to watch the action although he still fucked into my belly and kept his legs clamped on my slippery cock now leaking precum like a tap with a dodgy washer. 'I'm cuming,' I grunted and moved faster between his super smooth thighs, this was nearly as good and nearly as tight as the real thing with Joe, my glans was pushing up into the bottom of Jimbo's tightly clamped crack and probably almost on his pucker but he beat me to it. He let out a shuddering gasp and I felt his warm splashes between our bellies and he slumped. I swear I missed penetrating his sweat soaked body by a fraction as I felt myself climax in long juddering squirts. It seemed to go on forever, in hot jerking surges of creamy boy spunk and he clung to me like a limpet as I came down from my high. 'Gawd,' I moaned and seeking his lips gave him my first gentle kiss. His little teeth parted and I slid my tongue into his moist cavern to meet his slippery organ. The Tango of the Teeny Tongues... it would make a brilliant film title, a pretty good film as well. 'Look at that,' he whispered and we parted for me to see. Joe had worked his magic and he and Derek were on their own planet. Joe had worked Derek around into a sixty nine and Derek had gone for it much to my surprise and probably Joe's as well but there they were and here were, Jimbo and myself with a ringside seat. 'You've shot cum all over my bum,' Jimbo giggled and actually blushed. Blushing after all that, I ask you. I promptly rolled him onto his belly and attacked him with my tongue specially between his cheeks and he wriggled and screamed like a raped vestal virgin. Derek and Joe took not a blind bit of notice. Jimbo loved it especially when I spread his cheeks and got my tongue on the button. Unfortunately, it was over too soon there was a flurry of action and as we hurriedly turned away from our own pleasures both Joe and Derek cum in each other's mouths and then started to curse each other for being 'dirty bastards'... weird or what? Anyway, it all finished in giggles, red faces and a certain sense of shame but not for long. We got cleaned up as best we could and sat there a little longer before retracing our route to the main gate. I don't know what we intended doing but all that went out of the window when this bloody great dog jumped out on us and tried to eat Jimbo. By eat I don't mean anything culinary, he shoved his snout up the leg of Jim's shorts so he was clearly some sort of a noodle hound. 'Max. Max. Down Max,' Mr Prendergast came into sight and grinned at us. 'Hi, lads.' 'Hello, Bill,' I decided to front it out. I was the Patrol Leader as well as our Gang Boss after all. 'I was going to invite you in for a drink and maybe a swim, you look all hot and bothered,' he grinned and managed to get a chain on the Hound from Hell. Of course, it never occured to anyone why he should be dog walking at that particular time and in that particular place. He did have a bloody big grounds after all but perhaps he preferred his dog to crap on public ground rather than his private patch. 'Can I hold him?' Jim did his Little Miss Innocent look. 'Surely,' Bill handed the lead over. 'I have a couple of young swimmers staying over the weekend. Olympic standard,' he added. He gave us an encouraging smile and we tailed him like kids after the Pied Pervo of Hamelin. All good stuff. I hope he hadn't sussed out what we'd been upto but we were sweaty and dirty and if he let us shower off and use his pool he was a hero in my eyes. We followed him pushing our bikes and Jim brought up the rear trying to control his bike and this huge dog. 'Maxy, Maxy,' Jim bleated as the dog took off as we neared the main gate and hared after Bill. I grabbed Jim's bike and Jim went sailing off into the distance still clinging to the beast. 'Come in, lads,' Bill beckoned us inside and we joined him and Jim inside the gate. Bill waved at a small hut just to the side and the gate swung shut and we heard a clunk as the bolt shot across. We were trapped. Favoured guests rather than prisoners I hoped but my imagination was running riot. A young guy came from the hut and handed Bill a small box. 'This Alex, my security man,' Bill beamed. 'You do get townie burglars sniffing around isolated big houses so it's as well to keep an eye out.' 'Hi, boys.' Alex gave us a freindly nod and a grin. He was quite nice. I'd have called him a security youth rather than a man, he looked like a student on leave more than a roughy toughy Arnold Swartzyknickers type if you know what I mean. We all mumbled greetings and followed Bill upto the house. Max doing the doggy bounding and snuffling bit with little Jimbo being dragged along. I think he probably thought it was better having the animal on a lead rather than trying to munch his nuts. I had my mind on other things, we'd struck gold with our two pals and now we were stuck in with Bill and a pair of stuck up and probably very snooty English Olympic hopefuls. I'd have to keep a grip and not start gobbing off about our abysmal cricket and football performances of that year. We followed Bill around the side of the house and there was the pool. Not a big one but a sizeable chunk of it was in the actual house and a larger pool was outside. I guessed there was a roller shutter or something or perhaps they had pirana they let loose at night, no matter. What caught the eye were two boys and what boys sprawled in deck chairs by the outer pool. Talk about slim, trim, superbly muscled and superior eye candy (yeah, we knew the term). Both short haired with good tans and as I might have suggested, bodies to die for. Bill immediately introduced us as 'Andy and his mates' and the two strangers as Ian from Leeds way and Tom from Devon, all a big vague but we all gave them polite nods and the customary boy mumble. The taller of the two looked around fifteen and the shorter lad thirteen, I found out later that's exactly what they were. 'Introduce your friends,' Bill spoke like my dad. 'Even I'm not too sure of their names, I don't want to get them mixed up.' 'Yeah sure,' I was trying to look confident but after a bit of a close call the other side of the wall it was hard. Plus these two kids were so dishy I was nearly tongue tied but not quite. 'This is my kid brother Joe, he's fourteen and so is Derek and our baby is Jim or Jimbo and he's twelve.' 'Excellent,' Bill grinned looking as happy as a sandboy (whatever that is). 'Drinks?' 'I'll get them,' Ian or Tom rushed over to what looked like a small chiller in the corner and fished out some frosted cans. It had to be Tom, the flash git had TOM emblazoned on the seat of his speedos. All the same I had to try and remember, Ian, the dark skinhead and Tom with dark crew cut hair hair and both quite bulky where it counted. Both had a complete lack of pit hair and I wondered if they shaved it of for speed, stranger things happen in the world of sport or perhaps they just liked looking like smoothy cuties, one thing I did notice was that Ian had a little dark haired treasure trail extending above the top of his speedos. I don't know how I kept my hands to myself. Bill must have caught me looking and gave me a little wink which just reinforced what I and Joe thought of him, he was one of us. 'Lovely pool,' Jimbo piped up and stroked Max's long ears, the dog had claimed our Jimbo, he was probably saving him for supper. 'Shower off and you're welcome to use it... goes for all of you,' Bill waved to the corner of the inside pool. 'Showers over there.' 'We haven't got any costumes,' Joe mumbled and looked longingly at the clear and extremely cool looking water. 'No matter,' little Tom looked at me and gave me a little smirk. 'We're all boys together, you go nudey we'll join you,' he looked at his pal. 'No probs,' Ian scrubbed his knuckles over his spikey dark hair and grinned. 'That'll do me,' Joe laughed and looked at Bill. 'You've been invited, we're not going to beg,' Bill laughed. 'Have a good cool down and I'll show you a little sort of sports film a bit later.' I don't think Joe and Derek heard him they were too keen to get in the shower and remove any trace of their exploits. Jimbo stuck with me sitting in the sun, I hoped he hadn't transfered his crush from Derek to me... no I didn't. After the midday performance in the woods I was in love with both of them and the next suggestion was a some private twosomes followed by an orgy. Well, it never harms to dream once in a while. I had visions of being stuck up Jimbo's tight little bottom with Derek up inside me and maybe Joe's hot cock in my mouth (again). Shit, I was getting so hard. I sucked on my can and tried to think of other things. 'Two big showers down there,' Tom smirked. 'You need to cool down,' he laughed and Ian grinned. Jimbo and I were sitting on a low stone wall looking slightly down at them in their deck chairs. If we needed to chill they needed to do the same, both bulges were looking larger than they had, funnily enough Tom was the shorter and obviously younger but he had all the mouth, he also had the bigger bulge. I liked him, I could imagine that mouth around my boyhood. 'Come on,' Jimbo tugged my hand like a child and managed to get from the wall and upto the showers without any obvious display. Joe and Derek were sharing a shower and from what I could see were having a close encounter until I hammered on the damn screen. 'Go on, Joe. I stuck my head around the corner to find them in a soapy embrace. 'Keep those swimmers interested, I'm bloody sure Bill has set us up.' I looked at Jimbo and his eyes dropped. I silently pointed at the adjoining shower and he grinned bashfully. Bashfully? Bad choice of word there I think. He immediately dropped his shorts and peeled off his tighty whities, needless to say his almost hard popped out before he dived into the sanctuary of the frosted glass screens. A second later I was with him and he was in my arms. No buggering around this time and as I held his slippery body he clung to me and nuzzled at my chest. 'It's so big,' he sighed soaping my balls and my penis which had drooped as soon as the tepid water had hit it. 'It's getting hard,' he giggled and it was. 'Leave it, Jimbo. I think we're in with those two lads outside.' I like little one with the nice hair.' 'Tom,' I grinned. 'So do I. Tell me have you ever fucked with Derek?' 'We've fucked around,' he mumbled vaguely. 'No.' I bent my knees a little and cupped his wonderfully tight little bottom. 'Fucked, have you gone the whole way yet?' 'Shagged?' He giggled. 'Yeah.' 'No,' he giggled again. 'We've done that reverse suck like he did with Joe-boy.' 'That's a sixty niner.' 'Oh, I wondered what that was, I thought it was blokes lapping out lady's fannies.' 'Bless you...' I laughed and began to wash him properly, all the way and every little bit including his little hole and his dinky dong which was as hard as a pike again. Of course, one thing led to another and he kissed my jerking knob and then took it into his mouth but I fought him off... slowly.' I nearly had a heart attack when a fist slammed on the partition. 'Come on, lads. Got a little film show for you.' 'Shit,' I cursed and rinsed us both off. I was softening thankfully and stepped out for towels and handed one to Jimbo who was still hard and he wrapped the huge thing around hiself so that it trailed on the floor. I saw Joe and Derek both naked climb from the pool followed by both Tom and Ian, the four were all sporting erections in various stages and hurriedly grabbed towels and bathrobes, little Tom struggled back into his costume. Bill was the host and he was also very clearly the Boss so we followed him yet again like the Seven Dwarves, maybe the six dwarves on a headcount unless you count Max who had come bounding across as soon as Jimbo had got from the shower. That dog had a severe case of puppy love for Jimbo's bits pretty much like myself. I wondered if Max's doggy imaginations went as far as plundering Jimbo's tight little virgin bottom because mine sure did. I moved my towel around so that the foldover covered my crotch, I just couldn't control my lust, there was so much bare boy around me. I gave Tom a little smile as he passed and fell into step behind admiring his strong shoulders and tiny waist. He was fucking gorgeous and so was Ian but Ian was hurrying to keep up with Joe and Derek, Tom was hanging back and I studied the printing on the back of his speedos, the O of TOM was like a target indicating his little pucker, I wondered if it was deliberate... surely not. 'Nice shower?' 'Wonderful.' 'A small boy's gotta beat a sponge,' Tom laughed. 'Jimbo, bringing up the rear again giggled and grabbed my hand again. I'd have to stop him doing that, he was twelve for God's sake. 'What's the film about. Tom?' I asked just so I could talk to him. he was delicious, the thought of him and Jimbo crawling all over me on a bed was too much for this poor white woman. 'No idea,' Tom shrugged. 'One out of the blue.' We wandered through a couple of very plush yet comfortable looking rooms and Bill ushered us into a mini cinema, believe it. This guy must be super loaded. There were about a dozed comfortable chairs and we got them in a semi circle. I noticed that Joe and Derek kept with Ian virtually monopolising him whereas Tom stayed with myself and Jimbo, suited me just fine. Purely by chance Tom finished up between Jimbo and myself. Max had disappeared along with Bill and the room darkened. 'Spooky,' Jimbo whispered loundly. 'I'll look after you,' Tom whispered. 'And I'll look after you,' I whispered and almost kissed his ear. 'Great. Dark in here innit?' He replied quietly but that was the end of that, the darkness was banished almost immediately as a pure white light shot out of a hole in the wall to the rear and a flickering square flashed up on the screen. It was just like being in a movie house but this one was free, I just hoped it wasn't a boring sports promo. The screen went black and when a scene of the top of a brick wall appeared I thought we were in for a dose of Coronation Street but the camera panned across and down to cover a forest path and I heard Jimbo gasp. He was quick off the mark as I then heard Joe moan and then who should appear on the path but myself pushing my bike followed by my fellow deviates. I was fuckin' mortified and slunk lower in my chair. 'What's this?' Tom hissed. 'Just watch,' I muttered as the camera showed us dumping our bikes and then settling down in the sun. It did a rapid flip to watch Jimbo climb his tree and then swung back to us. There was no sound but it didn't need sound, the sight of Joe starting to fish inside his shorts and extract his semi hard penis was enough. We were treated to the lot, the whole lock, stock and smoking fuckin' barrel. It was a bloody good film even if certain movements obscured part of it, when I parted from Jimbo and started licking and sucking on his cum covered bottom I nearly died. The only saving grace was that I glanced down at Tom and he was showing hard, I mean really hard and he was a damn sight bigger that I'd expected for a kid of his build. 'This is so hot,' he whispered right in my ear and to my shock I felt his wet tongue wiggle at my lobe and his hand drifted onto my thigh. 'So hot,' he repeated and I watched as we got dressed picked up our bikes and wandered off. The room went dark as the film finished and then the lights came on. 'Jeez, we only came up looking for a holiday job,' Derek whined. 'Looks like you got lucky then,' Bill spoke from the back of the room and came forward with a big shit eating grin on his face. He moved around the front and stood there looking down at us. 'Tom and Ian, I wonder if you'd mind me having a little chat to our guests?' They both mumbled and left us to it albeit reluctantly. Tom gave me an encouraging smile over his shoulder when he left and I noticed Ian spared a smirky grin for the other two. 'OK, lads. Let's talk business.' Bill pulled a chair across and sat down. 'Apart from my heavy Scouts involvement I supervise or manage many young sportsmen, anywhere between twelve and eighteen. I manage their managers and coaches. I'm the Boss of Bosses for a fair number of kids, got it?' We all mumbled that we 'got it'. 'What I uncovered quite early on is that in many, far too many cases the casting couch comes into selection for many of these boys and girls... do you understand.' There was a deadly silence until I spoke. 'You're saying they have to do sex for selection?' 'Exactly. No all but many,' he paused and sucked on his can. 'I can't do much about that apart from try and squash it bit by bit. What I can do is provide these abused kids their chance to get their own back. Instead of being bottoms they can be tops, or, at least, they can bed guys their own ages and let their hair down. They maybe on the straighrt or they may be needing to play, with these two I think it maybe the latter.' He smiled. 'With me so far?' I think he'd lost us but I had a vague idea where he was going, Tom and Ian were a bit of a give away. He'd probably lined up for them to have security and do what they wanted in complete privacy but then we'd rolled up spot on cue. 'What about I offer you a set price for... say... gardening each weekend and you help me out.' 'What grasscutting and stuff?' Joe looked befuddled. 'Not exactly,' Bill looked at us all. 'Help me out keeping these poor abused kids happy. Put a smile on their faces.' 'Ian and Tom look pretty happy to me,' I remarked. 'I imagine Tom would look a lot happier if he had you and Jimbo to keep him company this afternoon and maybe tonight,' Bill grinned. 'I guess Ian would be happy with Joe and Derek to look after him.' 'Aah,' Joe laughed and Derek giggled. 'Paid sluts, sorta companions.' 'Assistant gardeners,' Bill corrected. 'Of course there are many more kids circulating through the holidays so it's only a matter of sorting out the wages, minus food, accomodation and the pool etc.' 'Too many minuses,' I smiled, this sounded all right but I didn't really want to rock the boat too much. 'Maybe so,' Bill nodded. 'I need you to be unanimous on this one... think about it whilst you have a swim with the boys. Maybe think about dining here and staying the night.' 'I think Joe and I would have to phone our parents but we're interested.' 'Me too,' Derek agreed. 'I'd like too but my parents are away for the weekend, my older brother is looking after me,' Jimbo slumped. 'No matter, I have your details on file, I have all your the phone numbers. You think about it and I'll phone around regarding tonight. I'll spread it around that you're doing some Scout stuff all four of you, I'll feed you and return you all squeaky clean and polished by lunch tomorrow. A deal?' This time he got a general affirmative. As he left us to chat and to make his phone calls we got into a huddle. 'He'd treating us like prostitutes,' Joe played Devil's Advocate which he always does but I knew my Joe, he was as keen as I was on the idea, he just liked playing awkward. 'Escorts,' Jimbo giggled. 'You, me and little Tom,' he grinned at me. 'Exactly,' I grinned back. 'I vote aye to the man's offer.' 'Aye,' Joe nodded. 'Aye,' Derek smiled. 'Aye aye, Skipper,' Jimbo leapt up and hugged me. It was all so emotional I grabbed his tiny buttocks and kissed him fully on the lips, he fell into my lap and the chair overturned. Loads of laughter from the others until Joe raised another question. 'I wonder how much he's going to pay us.' 'Who cares, in a pad like this and boys like these,' Derek laughed. 'We might even get a chance to do our own thing if no one's here.' 'That's a good point,' I looked at Jimbo who looked so absolutely mind numbingly fuckable in his sagging towel and bare chest. really, I could have fucked him on the spot but I'm sure we'd worked that out in time. It was pretty obvious that Derek had moved onto my Joe not that Jimbo seemed to care. Jimbo had his sights set on me and to use one of my favourite expression, 'that suited'. 'Well, boys,' Bill re-entered the room. 'All parents fine with the deal and your older brother said something like 'smashing' I think he was going to ring his girl friend,' Bill looked at Jimbo and laughed. 'So, are you reeady for the first mission are are you still wobbly.' 'Ready,' I answered for my guys. 'Charly's Angels,' Jimbo grinned and struck a pose. 'Bill's Boys,' Joe snarled. 'Tit Head.' 'Good,' Bill clapped his hands. 'The boys have their own rooms, just tell them you're staying overnight and I'm sure things will work out. Snacks in half an hour, dinner at seven and a screening in here at eight.' 'Not that film,' Joe frowned. 'No, not that one,' Bill looked at us all. 'Go, keep my guests happy... by fair means or foul.' That was it, all done and dusted as they say. Well, we weren't James Bonds and we didn't have a licence to kill but we did have a licence to keep another couple of boys happy and it seemed those boys were on the same wavelength. It could only get better from hereon in. Jimbo was first from the room at the gallop but in his usual style he fell over the dog on his way which caused a bit of rumpus but in the end we made it back to the pool in one piece or four pieces I suppose. Ian was in the water swimming lengths and Tom was on a lilo on his belly with his speedos down at the back on soaking up the sun., I could even see his talbone where his cheeks started to divide... soooooo sexy. Jimbo flicked water on him and Tom's cheeks clenched absorbing most of that damned O on his seat. He smiled up at us and rolled over as we stood there. 'You make me nervous lurking like that.' Jimbo pulled a couple of lilios over and dropped one either side of Tom and we sank onto them. 'We're stopping overnight, dunno where we're sleeping though.' I reached over and ran a finger down his smooth sunburned six pack and he did have one, a nice one. For a kid he was in great shape but then again Bill had said he was a top flight boy swimmer or diver. His thigh muscles were beautiful and smooth and I wondered idly if he waxed, I read somewhere that swimmers were obsessed with streamlining themselves. 'I'll ask Bill if you can stop in with me, he did say if I wanted anything at all I only had to ask.' 'I don't think you'll have to ask,' I bent over to kiss one of his nipples and Jimbo followed my example and covered the other with his lips. 'Jesus,' Tom moaned. 'You've got me going,' he fumbled with his groin. 'Loved that film by the way, we could do some of that stuff this afternoon... maybe,' he looked nervous. 'Your wish is our command,' I grinned and Jimbo smirked looking around swiftly and then placed his hand front and centre on Tom's groin. Cor, that's so hard,' he gave Tom a gentle squeeze who moaned. 'The others are naked and pretty well occupied,' I turned into face him and traced my finger up his smooth mucular thigh this time. They were indeed occupied and looked like they were playing a game of grab arse and Derek seemed to have Joe and Ian ganging up on him. I turned to look at Tom and he'd turned his head and was looking at me. 'We could go upto my room,' he suggested with a gulp. 'Just the three of us... no dog,' he chuckled. 'I am so effing hard.' 'Say no more,' I stood and reaching down hauled him and Jimbo to their feet. 'Lead on Tom with a big O on his bum.' 'It pays to advertise,' he giggled and led off with us in hot pursuit. There was no sign of Bill or anyone else for that matter but after the business of the camera on the wall I wasn't too sure. If Bill wanted to do devious things with his stars that was his concern. All I wanted was to bed Tom and Jimbo and take it from there. The young swimmer preceded us up the stairs and straight into a room that more or less overlooked the pool, it must have been directly above the inner pool giving us a view of the others at their play. Well, we did peep through the curtains, we didn't actually ogling from the window,. 'Little bum and big cock,' Tom sniggered as he clasped my bottom through my shorts. 'Let's get naked,' I rasped looking down at the huge bed. Jimbo was already sitting on the edge bouncing up and down like a little boy. 'Let Jimbo pull your speedos off, make his day.' Tom chuckled and stood between Jimbo's legs but I got the best of the deal, as Jimbo slipped Tom's tight costume down and immediately dived on the swimmer's sizeable stiffy as it sprang clear. I shed my shorts and then bent my legs snuggling into his deliciously hard buttocks. He was so muscled but when he relaxed they were smooth and soft and he sighed as Jimbo sucked him and I ran my hardon up and under his forked legs. I could have taken his pucker there and then if I had any lube but I was aware of our brief chat with Bill and that was to follow the client's lead. I dropped to my knees and spreading his soft and now totally relaxed cheeks probing with my tongue deep into his sweaty crack. 'Aaaah,' he reached back and played with my hair as he got into Jimbo's sucking and Jimbo seemed to be enjoying it. 'I'm a virgin.' he boldly looked up Tom's belly and Tom giggled. 'Not for much longer.' 'Andy?' 'Yeah.' 'If I fucked our little friend here what would you do?' 'Probably console him with a suck or do you,' I blew a raspberry into his crack. 'We can both suck him afterwards,' Tom's spoke slowly and deliberately although his voice had dropped and I had to rerun what he'd said through my head before I realised his exact meaning. I got there in the end and did a mental switch, Jimbo was a virgin right enough but he wanted Tom and he wanted Tom to deflower him, I was the oldest and his Patrol Leader, his big brother if you like, I had to make it happen both smoothly and reasonably painlessly. I loved a challenge. 'Got anything slippery in the bathroom?' I stood and nuzzled Tom's smooth neck. 'Yeah, there's a big pot of skin lotion I think, very slippery and smells nice,' he bent nearly falling over and hoised Jimbo to his feet. 'Lie down and get comfortable, I'll play technical adviser.' 'Sounds good,' he pushed Jimbo onto the bed and started to undress our tame little slut who still had put his shorts and briefs on back on. Jimbo went through all the wriggling and squirming but he was having fun, his four inches or whatever was promptly engulfed by Tom's eager mouth. I wondered who originally took Tom boy's cherry, a very lucky man but I didn't mind, I was going to sample that tight little arse before the day was out and I was also determined to crack Jimbo before the holiday was over. He wanted me and I wanted he, no probs. I came back with the clear lotion and it was just the job, probably specially placed by Bill as he didn't seem to miss a trick. The bathroom was en suite which was even better, I could wallow in a bath whilst they did their business but first of all a bit of schooling. 'OK, Jimbo. Assume the position,' I placed a pillow in the centre of the bed and he lay belly down with his crotch on the pillow elevating his little dish. 'Open your legs, baby.' 'Take your time, Tom,' his voice shook as he spoke over his shoulder. 'Stop if he hurts,' I backed him up looking at Tom and he just nodded. I had to remember that this was his first time as a top although from what I could gather he'd probably played the bottom more than once. This was his revenge trip which was a bit strong, this was just reassuring himself that he was a little boy and not a manager or coaches playgirl. He didn't have to convince me, his meaty cock which was large for his body and probably came out at around five inches was throbbing, there was even a silvery trail of precum from his slit. Whenever he got into Jimbo it would be over in no time at all, mind you, they'd enjoy their second go. I applied the glop between Jimbo's tight cheeks and then let Tom take over, I told him with a virgin he should do the single finger and then the double, after that it was purely a matter or personal choice and compatibility which is a big word for round pegs going into round holes and not square ones. It's as easy as that, if a bottom wants relaxing then do it, if not, don't. I mumbled all this and more but once he got one finger in Jimbo's virgin little hole I think they both switched off. Jimbo was gasping and sighing as well as wriggling on Tom's intrusion and Tom was dreamy eyed and I was bloody sure he was going to cum before they got going. Just to tidy him up I got down and sucked his stiff meat for a little bit although I got off as I felt his balls rise to the occasion, I massaged them back into the standby position and then told him to make his move. Jimbo was well lubed up and he'd started to push back indicating he was ready to go. 'Nice and easy, Tom. Take it slow stop if he tells you. He needs to adjust but it'll be alright.' 'The first one to do me just shoved it and that was it,' he muttered. 'It hurt like hell.' 'Yeah, Tom,' I kissed his cheek. 'You're a lover not a rapist... right?' 'You're right,' he agreed and bent over to kiss up Jimbo's spine whilst bringing his steaming hard cock to the portal, Jim's virgin hole now well oiled and relaxed ready for some action. Now it was all down to Jimbo. Little Tom guided his hardon down into Jimbo's crack and locating the boy's pucker gently pushed, Jimbo groaned and I shuffled around to the top of the bed and held his hands. Tom pushed harder and from where I was by Jimbo's head I saw Tom's shaft begin to disappear into Jimbo's rounded bottom. Tom gave a long satisfied sigh and Jimbo groaned softly but I quickly span onto my side offering my own hardness to his mouth and he gently held it for a moment. Seconds later Tom gave another gasp and gave a little wiggle of his hips and sank even further in, he'd well and truly popped Jimbo's cherry and the boy was silent. 'Alright, Jimbo?' I asked. 'Stretched,' he answered shortly and then grinned and wriggled his fanny. He smiled up at me and then I knew it was all over, he was alright. We'd see if he was as placid when I got inside him but that was yet to come. 'So tight,' purred Tom and he settled onto Jimbo's bum and back. 'Fuckin' beautiful,' he gave an extra dig and Jimbo jerked but then pushed his little bottom up into his new lover. Tom started to regularly move up and down and I saw his oiled shaft as it slipped in and out of Jimbo's tight tush. Tom smirked and me and mouthed a word, I think it was 'later', or, at least I hoped it was. I had to have that muscular swimmer's bottom of his and give it a good pounding and he grinned wider. He must have been a mind reader but the position was changing. Jimbo was forcing himself up onto his knees as Tom fucked him and then he was crouched on all fours and Tom really started going to town, slamming and slapping into Jimbo's now well broached bottom. Jimbo loved it and I sat there watching as they worked their way to a climax. I saw the cheeks of Tom's smooth pale bum clench and twitch and he let go with a long moan, rammed into Jimbo and stayed in giving an occasional push and finally forced Jimbo flat onto his belly. Five minutes later we were flat on our backs with a very self satisfied Jimbo laying in the middle. 'How do you feel, Tom?' I was still in tutor mode but rapidly losing it. 'Wonderful,' he sighed. 'Jimbo?' 'Squishy, he giggled. 'A bit sore as well.' 'A good clean up and bath will take care of that.' 'Good thinking, Batman. Excuse me,' he said like a little boy. 'I'll leave you two in peace for a bit.' As soon as he'd left the room I was on Tom, in his strong arms and kissing him like there was no tomorrow, I was so hard and horny and I wanted that tight little arse of his so bad it hurt. 'Jeez, I'm hot and sweaty, he grinned and played with his cum stained cock which was showing signs of life already. 'I can smell it,' I laughed. 'We could always join Jimbo in the bathroom.' 'I thought you wanted me,' he frowned. 'I do,' I smiled and kissed him again. 'When you're ready.' 'I've been fucked four times by a guy I didn't really want to do it with and Bill got rid of him. He told me I could more or less have anything I wanted this weekend and I thought it was going to be Ian...' 'You thought wrong.' 'Mmmm...' He laughed. 'I got little Jimbo and you instead. I've had my first fuck and it was great, just one thing left.' ''Your call.' 'You... nice and slow... nice and gentle.' 'OK.' Instead of lying him on his belly I got him onto all fours, I'd done it with Joe this way and it was good. I also had in mind that no way was Tom a virgin, he'd had a man and more than once, he should have no trouble with me. I swiped the clear gel into his crack fingering his hole and working a finger in as he moaned and pushed back onto me. No false modesty with this kid, he was ripe and after smearing just a little on my knob's end I pushed between his cheek and as soon as I felt resistance paused. 'OK, Tom.' 'Yeah,' he spoke into he mattress. 'You're nice, Andy.' He fell silent. I smiled and pushed a little and felt his pucker yield and then the incredible heat and tightness as his well muscled swimmer's bottom clamped on me and without any more hanging around he pushed back very firmly swallowing half my length in one fell swoop. I didn't bugger about either. He was so tight and slick as I gently moved to and fro and then went faster. 'Wow...' I heard Jimbo come in and then sit on the bed watching us at close range. Even that didn't put me off my stroke I went faster and faster and in the end rammed myself in deep and hard and Tom just moaned and pushed back even harder. We fell onto our tummies and my hips moved up and down as I spiked him again and again. He was so warm, so soft and so willing I munched and kissed at his neck and he craned his head to kiss completely lost in the moment. I spread his legs and got between then ramming and plunging into his firm young bum, clamped at one moment and relaxed the next. 'From the front, later,' Tom giggled but I wasn't taking any notice, I shagged away as I felt my balls tighten up and my heat rise. Tom, my beautiful Tom was going to get a beauty and he did. I cum and cum until I felt in on my pubics and between his cheeks, I'd flooded and overspilled his tight little chute. I slipped in for the last time and lay on his sweaty body stirring my softening hardness in his cum sodden nest. 'I'm so hard,' Jimbo whined at our side. 'Muppet,' I dragged him into our embrace as I slipped free from Tom and he span around. The three of us traded messy kisses and relaxed. We gave little Jimbo a good sucking but our hearts weren't really in it, food was in the offing and that tends to take centre stage. Anyway, we had a night together. That's all for now listeners and readers. It was a long weekend and our initial weeked at Bill's place, we had two young swimmers there wanting to spread their wings and the four of us had been captured on film and now were sorta officially on the payroll. I think it better if either Joe or Derek tell the second half of the weekend or maybe they can squeeze it into the story line later on, no matter, the story will be told. The Series continues GCutter66@gmail.com