Date: Thu, 9 Apr 2009 17:42:42 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: THE PRINCE COCO PROJECT - 7A

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.

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THE PRINCE COCO PROJECT



Part 7A



by



G. Cutter




Hi there. A bit of an explanation or a Foreword to this one. I was going to
run Jim's (Jimbo's) birthday party after my holiday and 'official'
consumation with Karl but as usual I got it all arse about face. In fact,
Jimbo's party was a milestone as it introduced the third person to my
permanent little stable. Simon and Denis had disappeared and Cho wasn't to
last. Jimbo went through 'bestest friends' quicker than Elizabeth
Taylor. Anyway, I'm getting in front of myself again so here's his party
weekend in the correct timeline and I'll let our new member give his takle
on it later.

I think Jimbo reached the dreaded fifteen midway between our Lewes trip and
Karl and I taking a holiday. Yeah, three weeks after Lewes sounds about
right, maybe four. Firstly Denis ceased to be my cleaner and he and Simon
walked off into the sunset hand in hand with little bluebirds twittering
around their heads in true Disney fashion. Good, no hard feeling on either
side and it saved me some money, Jim was happy pushing a hoover around now
and they and he was a damn sight cheaper. A week or so after the Lewes trip
Cho drifted away, I don't know if Jimbo and he had a fallout or any details
but no matter, as I explained he was too long and skinny to be a decent
pinup model and as for the 'naughties' that wasn't my bread and
butter. Regular work and the pinup CDs were. I got both Jim and Karl out
and about down to the big reservoirs down the A3 where we could comfortably
do outdoor stuff. The final developement of this period (pre birthday to
remind you) was that our ever loving Jimbo started to phone and Email the
dark kid down at Lewes, Dennis. He actually told Karl he thought he was in
love. Great, both short stuff and both dark haired and skinned... I could
breed chimps. Gay chimps that is.

To cut to the chase (cliche alarm there) I had a chat to Karl and we
decided to throw a small and tight birthday party for our boy and I say
'our boy' as we both liked Jimbo and treated him like the Studio toy boy
and he seemed to treat us like the family he didn't really have. He did
have a mum but she seemed totally unconcerned with his whereabout and even
his well being for most of the time. Jeez, we fed him and in the end even
began to buy him jeans and things when he ran out of his own money. He had
a troubled history and I didn't want to delve but Karl uncovered most of it
but I won't repeat the sorry saga here.

Funnily enough Karl broached the idea of a party for Jimbo and naturally
enough I agreed as his birday fell on a Saturday that was followed by a
Bank Holiday Monday so we could make a weekend of it. Karl also came up
with the second idea which took a couple of Emails and a lot ofsecrecy to
fix. We were going to invite Dennis up for the weekend and give Jimbo a
real treat, of course Sod's Law dictates that plans never go right. Lorenzo
jumped onto he bandwaggon and decided to accompany Dennis which I didn't
mind too much. Karl got a little miffed and I realised he had a little dose
of the jealousy beastie. I was quite chuffed, Renzo would never surplant
Karl in my heart to be all mushy, we might both bedhop with the best but at
the end of the day we were an item, a partnership and I sat him down and
told him so... and then said we'd share Renzo for the weekend, that cheered
him up.

We had to organise things and I mean in secret, Jimbo was now bobbing in
and out cleaning and sniffing around as was his wont (you like that). He
was cleaning and he was like a bloody sparrow or squirrel, he was in
everywhere but I trusted him, he was virtual family now. The masterplan was
that Dennis and Renzo would be delivered mid afternoon around the back by
Anthony who would be driving them up. We'd stuff a cuppa down Anthony and
get rid of him. We would then prepare Jimbo's main birthday present for
five in the evening and the party proper would start for eight. We did tell
him most forcefully not to invite any homophobes or ruffians but other than
that to feel free. He responded that he didn't know any 'straights' but he
would ask a couple or three of his stallboy mates specifically excluding
Denis, Simon and Cho I noted.

He was dead keen to know what we'd got him and why the five o'clcock
deadline but that was between Karl and myself. We battened down the hatches
as old sailors do, he'd spend the preceding week in every cupboard, under
the beds and probably on the roof as well just sniffing around and
searching. He was around with his mother on the Friday night and working at
the chippy until around four thirty on the Saturday afternoon. Timing was
essential with our plan and he probably spent a sleepless night on the
Friday wondering what he hell we'd got him. He'd find out Saturday at five
promptly. He said he'd invited about four mates and one 'old friend' and
that they'd been told eight o'clock and no earlier.

Saturday was a fine day, the market was busy very early being a Bank
Holiday which meant that most of the stalls would be closed and probably
sold out by mid afternoon. I phoned Lewes after breakfast and was told that
Anthony and passengers would be rolling just after lunch. Everything was
fixed. Karl was first on the scene and we went to the big Safeways down the
road and did one food run and then another for booze, our little fourteens
and fifteens could let their hair down tonight. Of course I was still on
the look out for models and hoped that one or two or Jimbo's pals might fit
the bill. Karl and I ate lunch down at Jimbo's chippy just to check he was
on station. He was and we wished him a happy birthday and told him four
thirty and no later. poor darling was wetting his knickers in
excitement. He probably thought he was getting a couple of hundred
quidsworth of off road bike bestways and a double fuck worstways. He was in
for a surprise.

Actually he had one further surprise, the postman delivered late on a
Saturday and sure enough there was a clutch of cards postmarked Lewes and a
couple from Brighton.

The boys from Lewes turned up around three thirty which was nice timing and
Anthony had a quick cup of tea and did a quick turnaround as he reckoned
the weekend traffic was already building up and he was right. We saw him
off and bundled Dennis into the shower although he claimed he was squeaky
clean. No matter, we had a plan.

Den had the quickest shower in history just to prove he was already clean
and we got him into the studio, my old Prince Coco Studion now half
dismantled but good ebnough for what we had in mind. First a nice big piece
of black plastic sheeting on the bed and then the virginal (grin)
Dennis. Then we attacked him. Me with the whipped cream, a giggling Renzo
with the chocolate sauce and as the finale Karl with the banana slices and
glace cherries. Poor Dennis, I think he was on the verge iof hysterics and
to be honest he looked like a giant fruit salad when we'd finished. The
point is a fruit salad doesn't have a twitching glans exposed erection
nestling amongst an artistically cluster of cherries. A rough guess was
that Jimbo would go for these first as he was a glutton for those damn
cherries although I doubt if he'd tasted them nestling in a puddle of
precum.

'Switch off, Den,' I grinned as I heard the front door bell go.' Spot on
time our Jimbo.'

'Hide in the top bedroom, Renzo,' I ordered as Karl rushed off to welcome
the birthday boy.

Renzo just made it up the stairs as Jimbo appeared with a bit grin. 'OK,
Jim. Have a nice shower but be quick. You're pressie's perishable.'

He was baffled and full of curiosity, he probably thought we were going to
leap on him and shag him but he looked around quickly before shooting into
the studio shower discarding clothing on the way.

'He's in the shower, curtains up in ten minutes,' I cracked the studio door
and kept my voice down.

'Good,' Dennis chuckled. 'I've started on his cherries already.'

'Don't eat them all, they're his favourites.'

'Sorry,' I heard followed by another giggle as I quietly shut the door .'

Five minutes later Jimbo emerged from the shower with a damp towel around
his waist. Karl quickly whipped this away leaving a bemused Jimbo standing
totally naked and as limp as soggy lettuce.

'That's no good,' I grasped his soft but turgid cock in my hand and felt it
twitch and thicken. 'You've got until eight,' I guided him to the studio
door and opening it shoved him inside. Karl and I grinned and high fived
each other as we heard two shrieks and a lod of laughing and then there was
a sort of slippery squelch and then mumbling fowllowed by silence. 'Let's
go upstairs and leave them to it,' I grabbed Karl and he pulled
back. 'Whatsup?'

'I'm staying tonight,' he declared firmly.

'What about waiting until your sixteenth?'

'You don't think I'm leaving you alone with this bunch of sex manaics
especially after a night on the booze... not to mention four or five stall
boys.'

'Jealous cow.'

'I know,' he grinned. 'You did offer sharing Renzo earlier.'

'Indeedy,' I grinned. 'No time like now. 'Noodle or parson's nose?'

'Play it by ear,' he laughed and up we went. There was silence from the
studio and I imagined that things had turned out well. Jimbo could have his
other present later, I just hoped it fitted.

Renzo was messing about in the kitchen making himself at home, the kettle
was boiling and we settled down for a cup of splosh. Come on, we are
English and tea comes before sex every time all the same it didn't stop
Karl going into sex kitten mode which is a bit unusual for him. Renzo made
the mistake (?) of dropping a spoon and as he bent down to pick it up Karl
was behind him in a flash grabbing Renzo's skinny hips and pressing up
against the yeilding flesh. Renzo being a willing boy straightened up and
squirmed back into Karl's embrace wriggling his sweet bottom into Karl's
crotch.

'Make the bloodytea,' I sarled sitting at the kitchen table, I was
bloodyparched and these two were behaving like mongrels. In the end I
poured a bucket of cold water over them.... well, I didn't but you know
what I mean. I told Renzo that we had four boys coming and possibly a fifth
but to play it cool. We'd have the drinks and whatnot up in the flat and if
any one of the boys showed the slighest signs of interest in the 'dark
side' then go for it or him. All a bit ad hoc as they say but it was
Jimmy's party after all although as a businessman I was hoping for a fringe
benefit to fall out way. Surely to God one of the four had to be interested
in modelling or even going that extra mile. It wasn't as if Karl or Jimmy
made any secret of their panty posing and eveyone else klnew I had the
chaperoned kids in and out like yoyos

'Jo is intererested in Karl and Jimbo doing so really down and dirty stuff
with our lads... pool sex sorta thing or even sauna sex up in the big
house.'

'That's upto them,' I looked at Karl. 'We could always come down for a week
after our holiday.'

'Mmmm... Where you goiong?'

'Crete, the same place you and Jo went last year or the year before. We're
getting a flat, self catering and all the rest of it.'

'That's what we should have done,' Renzo laughed. 'It would have saved a
lot of shuttling around bedrooms in the middle of the night.'

'A good chance to chill out,' Karl remarked.

'And you'll be a sixteen year old virgin ready for plucking when you get
back,' Renso grinned.

'In your dreams,' I laughed.

'Shurrup,' Karl snickered. 'Hey... his hand appeared from under the
table. 'Lorenzo the Skinny has a stiffy.'

'Better take him to bed for an hour or so,' I stood displaying what I had
and Renzo grinned. He was up for a little game and the pair downstairs were
probably still pigging out on whipped cream and cherries. We wandered along
to our bedroom and I let Karl do the leading. After the news that he was
staying the night I was determined to make sure he spent the night with me
and not one of the strays that Jim was bringing in and that was making the
realy massive assumption that any of them was staying the night. I wanted
my Karl with or without Renzo, with luck Renzo would find himself a bed
mate for the night. We had enough rooms and worstways a couple could always
rough it on the sofa. It was all very suck it and see and I just hoped that
Jimbo had selcted his pals well. Four rent boys would do, at least they
knew what the score was and I was firnly convinced after a couple of years
observing the market and it's workings that most of the boys were on the
game or as near as damn it.

'Geroff,' Lorenzo squealed as Karl pushed him onto the bed and fell on
him. I was close second and the ritual disrobing began. It was more a
frantic ripping off of shirts and trousers but the end result was the
same. Karl's dark brown body clinging to Renzo's much paler form clearly
aiming to pot black to get all snookerish about it and me down on Renzo's
long and jerking cock. We got around into a sixty nine and somewhere along
the line Karl got himself into Renzo and away we went.

It was only a filler, something to occupy ourselves until the kids arrived
at eight. I hope the two dowstairs remembered as it would be a bit
embarassing for them still to be shagging in the studio when Jimbo's little
guests arrived. Anyway, for the time being Karl was giving Renzo a nice
slow fucking and our boy from Lewes seemed to be enjoying it as he shagged
into my mouth and I sucked his very stiff prong. Yeah, he enjoyed it
alright, he let out and almight screech as he cum into my mouth and Karl
gave his usual long and low moan as he cym into Renzo. We were done apart
from myself and Renzo finished me off as soon as he came down from wherever
he'd been. He was a good sucker, every little drop right down to the little
trickle at the end and we shared a threeway slippery and spunky kiss to
finish. Well, not quyite a finish as we crammed into the shower to get
ready for the party and from what I heard from downstairs the other two
were also in their bathroom. One advantage of having a bathroom on both
levels although the studio one was much smaller. After that we all got
dressed, all shorts and singlets as it was a warm evening and it would get
hotter with the little mob we were expecting.

'Jimbo said his money's on Sean,' Karl informed us as we were setting out
trays of munchies, you know; cheese squares on tothpicks, baby sausage
rolls and all that shit, just a help to soak up the booze. I'd had three
cases of WKD deliveres and at twenty four bottle to a case that should be
enough. I also had a twenty four pack of Fosters and my own selection of
spirits for anyone old enough to do some serious drinking. The point was it
wasn't a serious booze up but most of these kids drank the coloured
alcopops or cheap cider and I wouldn't have that shit on the
premises. Christ, here's me getting all judgemental and I was looking for
at least one 'to fall from grace' as the local vicar would say. Jim was
having a birthday and I was having a recruiting drive.

'Why Sean?' Renzo asked brushing his unkempt blond hair from his
eyes. 'Jeez, I need a hairnet.'

'There's some headbands in the studio,' I looked at him and brushed the
hair from his eyes. 'Sean is the oldest at fifteen and Jimbo suspects he's
a goer... mind you he says that about everyone he fancies.'

'Sean is a good looker and Jim boy might be right,' Karl observed. 'He's
about the only one who might bunk down for the night.'

'None of the others?'

'Nah, they're all fourteen and tiddlers,' Karl grinned. 'Once they see your
studio pictures they'll finish up hanging onto each other like little
virgins.'

'I love little virgins,' Renzo giggled. 'They're ran out in Lewes.'

'They ran out when you and Jo got down there you mean.'

'When the new Millets opened and Jake and Zander started measuring inside
legs,' Renzo laughed.

'What's funny?' Jimbo asked as he came up the stairs.

'Talking about Lewes,' I checked over the birthday boy and both he and
Dennis tailing him looked spick and span. No signs of their recent
efforts. 'Go on, Karl. Now's the time before the kiddies arrive.'

Karl stepped forward and removed a box from his shorts. Opening it up he
grabbed Jinbo's right hand and slipped a ring over the boy's ring
finger. 'From Peter and myself. Happy birthday.' kiddo.'

'Hey...' Jim looked at the chunky gold signet ring with it's rather
ostentatious J engraving and got all weepy giving Karl a big smoochy kiss
and a hug and then came to me and did the same. 'Thank you, thank you,' he
babbled and tilted his hand to the right and left to watch the thing glint
in the last bit of sun coming in the windows. 'Thank you.'

'Well, we have adopted you,' I laughed it off. I'm not into too much
emotion in public, stiff upper lip and all that crap but I was chuffed with
the expression of Jim's face. He knew he was wanted and he knew he was
liked, that meant a lot to a boy with his background. 'Brief me on your
pals, Jimbo.'

He did and confirmed that the fourteens, John, Dave and billy were just
kickabout mates but Sean was a little different. Sean was fifteen and had
long dark gair and to top that was a dish as Jim put it. The additional
guest was a sixteen year old called Dominic who Jim said he knew from year
back and there was something there. Karl was my sidekick and knew Jim as
well as I did. As Jim mentioned him and babbled on about Dominc having
recently found a job in the area, Karl looked at me and gave me a sly
wink. I would be watching Dominic.

We intended to have the party in our big open lounge upstairs as the music
and TV were up there but I briefed the others that if any of the guests
showed any interest in the studio down below that had to be given a tour. I
didn't make too much of wanting more models but they gort the idea and I
think Jim's emphasis on Sean had perked a little interest. Lorenzo was
predatory I knew that, I think Dennis was probably less so but he was sweet
and hanging close to Jim and they seemed to get on well together. Well,
they should after the whipped cream party.

'Who fucked who then?' Lorenzo asked boldly.

'Fucking?' Jim looked surprised. 'I thought he was the birthday cake, I
didn't know we could have sex as well.'

There was dead silence for a moment and then they both burst out laughing
and we left it at that. I reckon they went turn about but that didn't
matter as the doorbell was ringing and the night was about to begin.

Well, what a foursome two likely lads and two very unlikely and I saw Jimbo
at the window waving and he rushed down to answer the door before the bell
even rang, it must be hios mysterous half brother. Having a vague inkling
of Jim's weird family life that should be a story worth hearing. Anyway,
Iwas being introduced to the two older boys and both blonds, Sean and
John. The two younger were Dave and Billy. both brunette and both
fourteen. Of course, it was the two older who interested me, my stable was
all dark at the moment, I needed a couple of fiar haired, peaches and cream
types and most certainly Sean fitted the bill, a bit tall for his age with
unkempt blond hair that hung low on his collar, the smaller John had his
cut in what they used to call a crew cut and had it gelled up like a
porcupine... sweet all the same. The smaller fourteens were just decoration
as far as I was concerned but karl would look after them.

What caught my eye was the older boy who followed huim up the
stairs. Slender, lithe and a bit on the Cho style without being built like
a telegraph pole. Comfortably tall I'd call it, about the same height as
myself and just a tad swarthy with long and very shiny dark almost black
hair. He was another one of my visions and he put me in mind of someone I
copuldn't quite place. He was introduced as Dominic and I immediately
swagged him away for a drink with Jimbo and Dennis in tow.

There was a milling around and they all presented the birthday boy with
cards, he also gained a couple of packets which were clearly CDs so they
weren't complete savages. I got a garrbled story that Dominic and dad used
to live with Jimbo and mum quite a long time ago and for about a year,
hence the half brother bit... easy when you follow Jimbo's confused
mind. All the same I couldn't keep my eyes off of Dom, he was so me if you
know what I mean, he was bloody beautiful and he was something else. He was
in desperate love or lust with our Jim, every time our boy moved Dom's eyes
followed him but he in his turn was being ogled by little Dennis from
Lewes, the evening had started well. The two little ones immediately
started to watch the Saturday football roundup on the box but the two
blonds were under attack from Lorenzo and Karl doing their bit. I saw Sean
studying my arty tarty pictures, the shaded bottoms and bits being escorted
by Renzo doing his studio guide bit. The smaller John had gone downstairs
with Karl and hopefully they were also talking business. John was nice but
not really me, on the other hand Dominic was and so was Sean to a lesser
degree.

Food accompanied by WKDs and then more food progressed the party so that it
was getting rowdy and bumping along an hour later. Football always helps
and the fact that Dominc had recently moved from North London and was an
Arsenal supporter against three Chelsea supporters got them all
going. Personally, football bores me to tears but as soon as John declared
himself for Newcastle things really began to get heated.

There is always one constant with parties of this kind and that is that the
boys will drink until it starts to come out of their ears and this mob was
no different apart from maybe the predators, Renzo, Karl and
myself. Dominic was also a slow drinker and keeping an eye on things
especially Jimbo who by now had started to profess his dying love for
Dennis which went down well especially with the two fourteens.

Karl was also keeping an eye on Dave and Billy both who worked down the
other end of the market. Over an hour had gone by now and everyone had
viewed the public prints, the one's hanging on the wall that was and the
conversation had turned to posing, pinup and of course porn had to get a
mention. I was trying to avoid it but boys are boys and once the booze is
flowing the talk gets dirty. Thankfully by ten the two younger ones, Dave
and Billy the ones I was worried about decided that they were going to some
sort of a rave and that suited me fine. It left those of us who remained to
let our hair down a bit. I knew, or was pretty sure that Dominic was hot,
Renzo was cooking and the two dwarves were nearly inside each other's
knickers. As for little fifteen year old John... well, that one was in the
wind.

I took the boys downstairs myselves and let them out making sure the door
was locked after them and returned to my guests, I needed a word with
Dominmic who I'd now recalled me of the young English actor, Rollo
Weeks. Not incredibly famous but well known enough to English film buffs,
The Thief Lord, The Little Vampire etc. I was a mad fan of his and now just
as mad a fan of Dominic's, I think he knew it as well.

'Jimbo seems to like that Dennis, almost gay,' he remarked straightfaced.

'Just like boyfriends,' I agreed and he sniggered.

'I bet you that you have some nice pictures of Jimbo tucked awy?'

'I have two whole discs of him, they're on sale.'

'He told me about those,' he laughed. 'I mean the others, the under the
counter ones.'

'Whoa, Dom... you're pushing.'

'Jim wouldn't mind,' he wheedled.

'If you're that hot to see his private pictures why not ask him. I can't
betray the boy or I can't go behind his back if you know what I mean.'

'Good for you,' he grinned. 'Just testing... I'll ask him.' He walked
across to where Jim and Dennis were sitting either side of a semi drunk
John and whispered something in Jimbo's ear. Jimbo just laughed and turning
to me gave me a thumbs up and then decided to make his wobbly way across.

'You can show him what you like on one condition.'

'What's that, Jimbo?'

'You invite him to sleep over with Dennis and myself.

'I'll invite him but I don't know if he'll accept.'

'He will,' Jimbo grinned. 'It's an offer he can't refuse.'

'Right... how's John?'

'Pissed and pliable,' he grinned and walked back to the sofa.

I beckoned to Rollo, sorry Dominic and took him downstairs.

I settled him down at my studio computer and flashed it up. I then allowed
him to float around the regular files for the Ds we had on sale whilst
scrurrying to my cache and digging out the Jimbo 'fine art' selection. This
disc even had the Jimbo and Dennis belly wanking film snippet on it. When I
came back into the office he immediately sighted the CD in my hand and
smiled. 'You know how these work?'

'Natch,' he confidently opened the slide and worked his way to the disc's
menu. 'What's the VLC one, quite a big one.'

'Try it,' I pulled an office chair up alongside. There was a mumble of
conversation from upstairs so the other guests were ahhpy enough and so was
Dominic as the small film started.

'Jeez...' he breathed and glanced at me with a grin. As Jimmy and Dennis
went through their routine I slid my chair in and draped my arm around
Dom's shoulders and he just kept watching. 'Perv,' he muttered and fiddled
with his groin.

'You're alright, Jimbo fancies you... so does Dennis.'

'Dennis as well?' He voice broke.

'Stay overnight and you'd probably have to bunk in with them.'

'Jeez...' It seemed to be his favourite word but he was hooked. I should
have rubbed my hands with glee but I risked it and copped a feel on his
crotch. Wonderful! He was as hard as a rock and it felt lengthy, no doubt
I'd hear more about it in the morning from the ever vocal Jimbo.

'You've got a soft touch,' he whispered leaning towards me. I took another
risk and nuzzled at the side of his soft neck alongside his long
hair. 'Tomorrow?' his eyes glinted in the gloom.

'Tomorrow,' I agreed. 'Keep Jimbo and Dennis happy tonight.'

'I'll try,' he giggled as he film ended.

We went back upstairs studiously ignored by the rest although Seam glanced
my way and gave a little smirk. Time was marching on however and no one was
attempting to move. John the little blond had almost passed out and Sean
was looking decidedly wobbly.

'You can stay the night, lads,' I spoke to the two guests. I didn't bother
with Dominic he'd got himself back between Jimbo and Dennis and had clearly
passed on the news.

'Ah, right. Where we sleeping?' Sean asked looking bewildered but still at
Renzo.

'You can bunk in with Renzo, he's got a big bed and Dom can share with
Dennis and Jimbo downstairs,' I looked at them all and got fuddled nods. I
couldn't see much action tonight as nearly alll of them seemed half
plastered. The blond headed john was sprawled on the small sofa out of it
and I mean right out. 'We'd better leave John where he is,;' I suggested.

'I'll check on him overnight,' Sean volunteered.

'Great, I grinned. That was it all done and dusted and I wanted to get to
my bed and my Karl but Jimbo had one final stunt up his sleeve.

He wobbled from the sofa and stood by the TV. 'WEho wants to see Dennis and
I having a bit of a giggle?' He asked. 'In glorious technicolour.' I looked
at Dom,inic and he rolled his eyes upwards. Of course on a quick tally I
realised that ebveryone had seen it, even the making of it apart from the
new boys. Sean and john and Joh was sparko.


What sort of film?' Sean grinned snapping open another bottle of WKD.

'They both have a wank.' Renzo spoke contemptuously as if bored.

'It was a good one though,' Dennis giggled and squeezed Dominic's thigh/

'Yeah, go on then,' Sean looked at the TV as if expecting it to
begin. 'Let's have a look at Jimbo flashing his bits... and Dennis of
course,' he gave Dennis a flash of his teeth.

'OK,' I wnet to get the disc, he'd asked for it and with the lack of fuss
about sleeping with Renzo I had this kid down as a goer, or an experimenter
at least. I was still non the wiser with John but he was off planet so
didn't really matter.

I put the CD into the player and menued in the film, that shut them
up. Looking at it over my last whiskey and lemondade of the night I had to
admit Jo had done it well. Both boy's kneeling belly to belly and cock
fighting whilst busily wanking. I could see that Sean was mesmerised and
was craning forward trying for the fine detail. I could also see he was
perkiong well in his loose combat trousers. Renzo looked over and winked,
he was happy at least. The one thing that was Dominic was sitting there
watching the film again and Dennis and Jimbo were quite blatantly feeling
him up, Sean was engrossed with the film and missed what was the start of a
real sex show within touching distance.

Well, that was that. I think Sean looked at Jimmy and Dennis with slightly
different eyes after that but ten minutes later let hiumself to be dragged
off to bed with Renzo who looked like a cat with a mouthful of prime
canary. However I did notice one thing and that was as they went into their
bedroom with Renzo leading Sean gave our Lewes pal a quick grope. The door
shut on the sound of giggles. After that I gave the threesopme on the sofa
th hint ansd Jimbo and Dennis were off dragging the willing Dominc to the
lower lever. Karl and I had a tidy up trying to ignore the comatose John
stretched out on the small sofa.

'Put a bucket by his head in case he pukes?' Karl smiled although he'd had
too much to drink himself.

'Yeah, do it. Make sure he's laying on his side.'

After a few indecisive moves we decided to risk it and leave the boy
alone. Things were quietening down and it was nearly one in the
morning. Not late as parties go but late enough. WKD is called an alchopop
but it is 5 percent and can knock usually smart teenies flat on their arses
as they're pleasant drinks and slip down like a sweet fruit juice. Lethal
to drinkers let alone youngsters. Not a bad result all the same, young John
was the only casualty and with a boy's constituition he should sleep it
off. And yeah, I did cop a feel whilst he was unconcious and the verdict
was one squishy lump in need of further attention but not right now.

'We gonna make mad passionate love,' I whispered to Karl as we wandered
arouind switching the assorted lighting off.

'You can but don't wake me up,' he giggled and headed for the bedroom. I
did the final check, I could hear muffled giggles and taking coming from
the studio bedroom so they were alright. From the bedroom next door I could
hear subdued conversation so ditto there. One final check on John and I was
off to bed. One birthday party complete although I suspected Jimbo was
going to collect more presents before the night was out.

We got to bed in the end and as we stripped off I admired his dusky form in
the half light. We'd bedded before, many times in fact but this was out
first night performance. In the past it had been something to look forward
to, a milestone but now it was just routine. We fell into bed and wrestled
around tiredly and went to sleep in each other's arms. How's about that for
a climax, all the hype and all the expectation and he slept in my arms like
a baby. I reached down to feel and I was soft, a slight move and I could
feel him, he was turgid but not hard.

'Later,' he muttered and turned away.

'Right,' I replied half alseep and cuddled into him.

I was awoken very early in the morning by a crash out in the lounge and was
up in a shot, I felt muzzy but OK, Karl was sleeping like a log but I was
concerned about my flat and studio for that matter. I had a full of half
drunken teenies and anything could be happening. Out in the lounge I found
little blond John sitting on the floor by the bathroom, it looked
suspiciously like he'd walked into the door but I ignored him for the
moment. There was absolute silence from Renzo and Sean and leaning over the
banister I could hear nothing from the three downstairs.

'What's up, John?' I tried to keep the laughter from my voice. He looked a
wreck, his hair that was stylishly spiked last night was a mess and his
eyes were bloodshot. Fortunately WKD doesn't seem to give you bad breath so
he was alright on that front.

'Wassa time?' He muttered and fell onto his back like he was trying to go
back to sleep.

'Just after four on a Sunday morning and you woke me up.'

'Sorry,' he mumbled. 'I was busting for a pee and the door fought back,' he
gave a groan and rubbed his head.

'Come on,' I helped him upto his feet and guided him into the bathroom. He
looked at me as I stood there but I remaianed watching him as he tried to
squirrel his penis out without me seeing but it was no good. It was early
Sunday morning and I was in the mood. As he shook off and tucked it back
into his trousers I turned the shower on and adjusted the flow to a nice
warmth. 'Shirt,' I demanded.

'What?' he looked totally bemused.

'Get your gear off you're having a shower and coming to bed.'

'Ah, bed...' he sighed. I don't think he realsied that al the beds were
occupied or perhaps he did. Much to his dismay I stood there until he was
down to his briefs and then moved in. He tried to fight me off struggling
like a girl but he hadn't got a chance as I tugged at his skimpies until he
gave up and got them down and off. I was naked already which he couldn't
have failed to notice espcecially as I hadf a lazy lob on which went from
being half hard to a full erection as I guided him in under the war,
water. 'Does everyone get this treatment?' He looked at me still sulky as
he moved his head under the shower's spray.

'Only people who wake me up,' I smiled and began to tend him with a soapy
sponge. He was nice, probably the same height as Jimbo but meatier, he was
a good looker and would definitely suit as a CD model if not more. He had a
stumpy cock but a fat one which was beginning to swell as I tok the
occasional feel and he had a bottom to die for. I know, I say that about
all the boys but it's true and suddenly he stiopped trying to push me away
and fight me off. He relaxed and as I finally wrapped my arms around him he
lay ahainst me happy with me stroking his back and then his smooth flanks.

'I thought you were with Karl,' he suddenly spoke and looked up at me.

'We're a partnership,' I grinned. 'We do our own thing some of the time...'

'And the rest of the time?'

'We're partners as I said,' I held him tigher squashing my erection between
our bellied allowing his now totally hard cock to slip between my legs. He
had to start moving, any red blooded boy does when he's up for his morning
wank and his stiffness if stuck between a pair of soapy thighs.

'Now this I can handle,' he chuckled and grabbed my cheeks.

'Karl would probably fuck you if he saw this.'

'I'd fuck him back,' he growled with boyish bravado.

'Good, that's settled,' I laughed and held his slippery body as he moved in
and out of my soapy makeshift fanny.

'Gawd, I'm gonna cum,' he maoned and that's when I made my move. I dropped
to my knees allowed a few seconds for the soap to rinse from his fat cock
and took the succulent sweetmeat into my mouth. Poor soul, he nearly
colapsed as I took most of it in and began to move my head back and forth
tasting his precum and wet flesh. He couldn't last, he was a fifteen year
old randy schooly and he was on heat. Minutes later he gave a strangled
groan and I felt the first jet and the taste of his bland and slightly
salty semen. He held my head tightly and fucked my face squirting another
three decent splashes until he sagged, drained and sated for the
moment. 'I've never had one of those before,' he giggled.

'How's your head?'

'Fine, I just feel a bit wobbly.'

'In that case we dry off and go to bed, we still have another four or maybe
six hours, it is a bloody Sunday after all. Do you need to phone home?'

'Nah,' he giggled. 'Not Saturday nights, I usually sleep over mates.'

'Mates?'

'Decent mates,' he looked at me. 'Not mates who want to shag me.'

I shrugged, at least he knew the score and seemed OK with the situation or
so it seemed as he grabbed my hardness in one hand and began to wank. I put
my hands on his shoulders hoping against hope and he sank to his
klnees. More than I could hope for and I sighed with satisfaction as his
warm mouth took my glans in and he began to suck. One thing occured. He was
a willing pupil or he'd done it all before and now wasn't the time to ask,
I just contented myself with letting him have his head as they say.

'Stand up, I want to try something,' I hauled him to his feet as he gave me
a reproachful look, turning him around I snuggled upto his wet abck
slipping my hardness into his crack. He wriggled and struggled but they
just stood still with his cheeks very firmly clamped.

'If you do me, I get to do Karl,' he muttered.

'Guaranteed... that's a promise.'

'You sure?' He asked suspiciously.

'He likes white cock.'

He giggled and as I felt around his front his slippery cock was at a full
hard again. God knows what was in that WKD but it seemed to keep the
kiddies spirits up. 'Make it nice and soapy,' he demanded and his buttocks
relaxed.

I knelt and soaped him up and gave him a bit of the finger and he squirmed
around. As soon as I felt him push his sweet bum onto me I sliped up his
back and guided my soaped up erection between his sweet cheeks. He actually
reached behingd himself and spread his cheeks with his hand. This kid was
on the game, he was a rent boy, he had to be. Even Karl and the others
hadn't been this willing of knowledgeable for that matter. When I pushed
against his pucker I was surprised to find him as tight as a drum and he
moaned with satisfaction as I entered him. I held him tightly and just
fucked with my hips driving hard and deep into his delicious tightness. He
reached back again and held my hips until I thwacked in for the last time
and ejactualted a night's pent up cum deep into his hot insides. I cum so
much it was bubbling from his little pouty pucker and he rested against the
tiles wall grinning at me satisfaction clear on his face.

'You later,' he smirked. 'And that Renzo kid and Jimmy and...'

'I get the message, Sweetnuts.' Then we went for our fist kiss and he was
good at that too. I didn't know how my two colleagues had done but Karl and
I were set for the rest of the Sunday morning. As for the others, I'll let
them tell tjheir own stories.



			     To be Continued.


Chap 7B... Dominic's Story and Renzo's Story

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