Date: Sun, 3 May 2009 07:27:47 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: THE PRINCE COCO PROJECT - 9A

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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me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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THE PRINCE COCO PROJECT



Part - 9A



by



G. Cutter



The heat hit us like a blast furnace as we walked down the aircraft steps
and stepped onto the tarmac at Iraklion. One of the local buses would take
us to our eventual destination Sitia which was right down the eastern end
of the island. This place had been referred to me as mainly naturist, good
beaches, cheap and loads of stray teenies... you can guess which influenced
me the most. It could rain solid for the ten days if I had Karl and maybe a
bit of local talent to pass the time. We hadn't booked at a hotel but taken
a two bedroomed flat with self catering, my reasoning there being we could
do exactly what we liked even foursomes. I know that Karl and I were now
'officially' partners but we both liked to adventure to put it
politely. That sounds a bit mealy mouthed but you know what I mean, in my
opinion homosexual marriages don't last too long if you have a 24/7 diet of
your partner. Karl was now a youth and I was a young man, we both had needs
and enjoyed fresh fruit now and then which also sounds a bit twee but I'm
trying to be a bit subtle..

To cut to the chase the ride (was as warned) horrendous. The bloody bus
moved along like a rocket down dusty tracks one minute then narrow roads
above the sea the next, anyone with a pacemaker would be on overload I tell
you that most sincerely. We didn't arrive until six in the evening and at
least it was getting cooler. I've got to mention that since Jimbo's
birthday party Karl and I had shared a bed on a regular basis so that the
famous first full night together was a thing of the past. Jimbo and Dominic
had moved into the studio for the duration and whilst Jimbo was a bit
flighty Dom was as solid as a rock and I trusted him to lok after my
interests.

'Thank Christ for that,' Karl muttered as the driver sang out that we would
be arriving in the main square in ten minutes. I think there was a general
sigh of relief, four hours on a bus with a nutty Cretan driver is bad news
but then again if you want a relatively deserted naturist home from home
you have to suffer. No gain without pain as our Transatlantic cousins are
fond of saying which just sounds like a load of Puritan bullshit to me.

We were all agog as tourists are and the bus drew up outside the biggest
hotel where most of the passengers were rounded up by their minders, I
spotted a guy holding up a card with my name on it. He introduced himself
with a long Greek or Cretan name which I won't even attemp to to type but
we were told to call him Andre which was easy enough. He was a man of few
words which is unusual for that lot and helped us with our gear down a side
street into another smaller square which was quite shaded and sported a
couple of cafes and shops, also a bar I noted. The flat had been described
as being off the beaten track and I suppose that was right. It was a
detached block with three floors up and the ground floor it seemed was
occupied by the concierge who was part of the welcoming committee, the
concierge and sons I should add. Two swarthy tykes about the fourteen mark
at a guess, I looked at Karl and he smiled... I should think we were both
wondering if they were part of the facilities or just decorative. There was
a load of Greek or their variety of it being jabbered and we were taken up
in a decidedly dodgy lift and that was all six of us by the way. Our flat
was at the top and we had most of the floor, the flat opposite was a single
bedroom flat according to the brochure and there was direct access to the
roof garden at the end of the small hall. It all looked good.

It was even better inside, a spacious lounge with a balcony, two airy and
quite large bedrooms both with double beds and joined by a pretty keen
bathroom - well, a big shower and a big bath can't be bad. The kitchen was
long and skinny and ran alongside the lounge, in a nutshell it was
perfect. Cosmo, who was the concierge or caretaker switched on the ceiling
fan and we sat down and I signed my life away on a mass of paperwork. I
finished up with Andre's phone number, Cosmo's phone number and an offer
for the boys to do various odd jobs for a very reasonable tariff. When I
showed it to Karl he gave me the crafty wink again and one of the boys
spotted it and mumbled something to his brother. Cosmo named them as Galen
and Yanni tapping each on their black curly hair as he did so - lovely
water melon smiles those two boys but they were a bit young. After getting
rid of the welcoming committee we wandered down to the local store which
was just across the road and came back with loads of goodies. Whilst
lurking on the balcony we actually saw our first nude. Well it was a boy
child and his mum was bare titted which boded well for the beach but not
today. We were absolutely shagged out and after showering and changing ate
and shared a bottle of rather rougho local wine.

Some time later we went to go out to find the boys, Galen and Yanni sitting
on the doorstep in just khaki shorts. Gawd a pair of angels and just so
young. They looked at us and giggled.

'Good evening, sairs.' One of them spoke and the other nodded as if in
agreement.

'So, which is Yanni and which Galen?' I asked putting off stepping out into
the still hot evening.

More tittering and one of then produced a marker and after a brief gabble
in Greek they wrote on the palms of each others hands. Karl and I looked
down as they and they both offered a fist and slowly opened them. One hand
displayed the paired words: 'I fuck' the other 'I suck'. They both sat
looking up at us like perfectly serious little business men and ready to
go. I gave up and looked at Karl who just grinned ready to follow my lead.

I tapped the smaller of the two who had the 'I suck' on his hand on his
head and he grinned up. Karl offered his hand to the larger boy and pulled
him to his feet. It goes without saying we didn't get out to survey the
bars and the local talent we got back into the lift. As soon as we were
back in our flat the boys rushed into the bathroom and we heard the shower
running. What was man to do? Karl and I stripped off and joined them, ten
minutes later I was in my room with a wet and wriggling Yanni (the smaller
of the two) and Karl had borne off a squealing Galen. I just hoped the
neighbours were out but Galen soon quietened down.

I dried off sweet little Yanni and admired his trim and slim boyish
figure. He may have been a little older than I thought as his pecker
sticking straight out from his belly was a good four inches and he had a
scattering of black pubics sprouting from his lower belly. I sat on the bed
and pulled his standing form to me, as he stood there I sank my mouth over
his sweet noodle and clasped his hard little bum. He immediately swayed
moving in and out of my mouth and ruffling my hair.

'I do you?' He asked in accented English.

'In a minute, Sweety,' I fingered his crack and he opened his legs wide
stiff fucking into my mouth. Maybe sucking wasn't his limit after all. As I
found his still damp ring I pushed and felt him open up quite easily,
certainly no virgin this kid. He moaned and fucked harder as my finger
pulled him futher into me and sank into his warmth and tightness. It was no
good, I pulled him onto the bed and down onto my weeping penis. He quite
happily set too sucking and slobbering over my hardness. The trouble was
that he was too short to do a proper sixty nine but I settled for getting
between his uplifted legs and munching on his little fanny whilst fucking
down into his wetly hot suction. Gawd, he was a little raver, he sucked and
moaned around my cock and his little arse clamped and eased on my rimming.

'You want fuck?' He'd suddenly stopped sucking.

'You're a bit little,' I hoped against hope and he just grinned and pushing
me away folded his knees back onto his chest exposing his saliva drenched
little pucker. He then drew his cheeks apart exposing his hole and the
inner darkness. I was lost, I dived and started to slobber and probe at his
gaping little boy cunt.

'Come, come,' he twittered guiding my aching cock down to his tiny hole and
I gave up. He'd clearly trodden this path before and was willing enough but
first of all I intruded a finger into his delicious warmth and felt his
sphincter close on me. He moaned and then clamped on me tight making me
really feel his tightness. I worked my finger around for a while and
throwing caution to the wind rapidly smeared some sun gel onto my glans and
presented it to his slippery little hole. 'Come,' his voice slurred and his
eyes closed as I pushed.

God, he was so tight and his resistance was so strong I thought I'd have to
give up but with a push his little ring opened admitting me to his velvety
smooth interior, the warmth and his incredibly tight little bottom.

'Yesssss...' he gasped as I entered him and immediately started to fuck
deeper. He was so yummy I was almost cuming on the spot and I rather
hurriedly pushed in harder and faster. He seemed to take it all in his
stride with his skinny legs glued to my side and his arms around my neck. I
tasted his kiss, a taste of boy breath and chewing gum and he finally
moaned as I bottomed out. Incredibly my full length was in his tiny bottom
and he clamped on me as I began to fuck.

I knew it wouldn't last and a few minuted later I gave gasp as I felt my
cum shoot up my shaft into his superb little body.

'You too quick,' he frowned. 'We do better later,' he grinned and pulling a
face slid off me and lay on his back. He pointed to his jerking cock which
was oozing clear sperm. Taking the hint I ducked my head and sucked him
until he climaxed with a load of threshing about and the tiniest of
squirts. 'Good,' he grinned and clung to me as I fell on the bed
alongside. Great, my first fuck in Cyprus and it had to be with a sex
starved midget. No more than five minutes later the other one entered the
room and flung himself on the bed followed by a dazed looking Karl.

'Jeez,' Karl looked at me and grinned. 'Did yours cum?'

'Just a little squirt.'

'Galen did, it hit his jaw and pure white as well.'

'Jeeezus...' I looked at the pair of nut brown bodies on the bed with their
sallow white bottoms and crotches. I was waiting for the suggestive rubbing
of fingers or a more blatant demand for money but it never came. In fact,
they babbled away in Greek and told us they had to go for supper grabbed
their shorts and rushed off. Needless to say Karl and I never did get to do
a round of the taverns on that particular night mainly because of Galen's
last word as he left our room.

'Midnight.' He made a wanking motion with his hand and rushed off after his
brother .

'Now this is what you call a honeymoon,;' Karl lay back on the bed in all
his dark skinned beauty. 'Wanna swop around later?'

'Why not,' I laughed. 'Wanna try another bottle of that rough wine.'

'Why not,' he giggled and we did just that.

It was probably around ten in the evening we decided to wander out onto the
roof, it was avaible to guests after all and easy enough to get to. Calling
it a 'roof garden' was a bit of a misnomer, it was a roof plain and simple
with two bloody great water tanks one side and a makeshift shelter the
other. There were some window boxes scattered about and someone had clearly
attempted to raise some tomatoes and whatnots but the shelter interested us
and being nosey tourists we lifted the flap and peered in. There was a
large lump of foam rubber covering the area of the construction and some
lightweight bedding, two pillows indicated it was shared and we had to
assume that the boys probably slept up there for coolness. Well, boys or
retards as there was a pile of old comics thrown in a corner and some
underwear and socks in the other. It had to belong to young Galen and
Yanni. However, we didn't linger and went back to our room. It was
surprising how chilly it got in the evening, quite cold in fact and we were
grateful to get back to our apartment.

'Think they'll show up,' Karl sat back in his chair and grinned at me. 'Our
two little Cretan dolls... Cretan or Cretian?'

'Greek,' I laughed. 'Cosmo said he was Greek but his wife was local
whatever that means. The kids must be half and half.'

'Just like me,' Karl grinned.

'That's why they're beautiful.'

'Flattery will get you everywhere,' he giggled. 'What we doing tomorrow?'

'Swim, sun and sangria.'

'I thought that was Spanish?'

'All over the Med, they just use different names, it's only cheapo red with
lemondade. A good way to refresh without getting too carried away,'

'Like the lager louts.'

'Yeah, not too many of them here I'm delighted to say.' I was interrupted
by a gentle knock on the door. It seemed our little guests had arrived
which was good timing as I was just about ready for bed. 'We can ask the
boys where to go,' I added as I went to let them in.

The pixyish pair (I like that) burst in both clutching a bottle of wine. So
much for an early night and so much for the licencing laws but this wasn't
grey PC, grey repressed, grey Christian and grey Britain I was glad to
say. We broke out four fresh glasses and sat around the small table like a
regular little gang of drinkers down any pub or cantina in the world. I
thought the wine was quite strong but these two kids, thirteen or fourteen
at a guess drank it slowly but with no obvious effects. It was better stuff
than the crap we had bought so we'd know what to go for the next time.

'You want me?' Galen smiled at me probably due to me running a finger up
and down his upper leg to just under the hem of his shorts.

'Very much.'

'You got me,' he edged his chair closer and once that was said little Yanni
shuffled in closer to my new wife/husband. God, it was all so easy and this
was only our first night. If we never ever swagged any strays we'd still
have our two little munchkins to come home to at the end of the day.

Galen was just a pumped up version of his smaller brother but just as sweet
to suck, fuck and generally sleep with and I must admit when I crawled out
of bed in the morning I felt a bit week at the knees. Karl was pretty much
the same and the boys fled to do chores and have their breakfast whilst we
drank a couple of gallons of tea to replace our flagging spirits and other
things. Galen had promised to return around ten to give us a quick tour of
the local beaches, the nudo beach, the half nudo beach and the non nudo
beach as he called them. He explained, or tried to, that the non nudo was
mainly older visitors and that most of the action happened on the
others... Surprisingly enough I had worked that one out. I'd brought my
best camera, the one with a good telephoto lens and was hoping to catch a
load of skin dressed boys disporting themselves in the warm blue Med. Of
course the Marcus Aurelius style of wet and clinging swimwear on boyish
bottoms and crotches were nice but curiously enough they were quite hard to
find There was a small harbour for fishing boats and ferries way down the
beach but we'd leave that for another day.

Karl dressed to kill or at least entrap, he wore lemon yellow speedos that
he and I knew exposed more or less his all once they were wet but for
decency's sake he wore baggy board shorts over them. By the time Galen
arrived tagged by his younger brother we were ready. Beach towels, bath
towels, sun tan lotion and me with my camera. As an aside, I know Karl was
a 'half a sooty'as he hated to be called but he did use sun tan glop
especially on his head. His hair was now back to bristly after the bald
look but still had to thicken out although his pubics had recovered
fully. To top off we had loose short sleeved shirts on and the mandatory
sunglasses. Our two companions had their khaki shorts on and flip flops and
that was it. We stopped at a cafe sat outside and had some munchies
treating the boys to big fruit sundaes in tall glasses which they seemed to
enjoy and after that we walked down to the beaches. A ridge or rocks
jutting out into the sea split the normal or oldsters section and then the
rest of it started off with a few clothed couples and got barer and barer
as we walked along. There were more rocks towards the end and it was pretty
quiet but Yanni and Galen assured us it would soon be busy with mainly
youngsters dodging their parents and the usual monastery and castle tours.

We might take in one or two tours into the interior later when we got bored
but for the moment the mission was crafty peepshots, some kosher pictures
if we could find anyone interested and maybe some chatting up. I was happy
clicking away at everything and anything whilst Karl still in his bright
yellows and the boys now both naked gambolled in the surf. We'd brought
some bottled water but had decided to wander back into town once the sun
got too hot. I don't mind the sun but I'm not a worshiper. One bonus was
that although there wasn't surf as you'd imagine it there was enough big
waves in to keep half a dozen lads happy on what I thought were cut down
surf boards. One particulary caught my eye as he was wearing the full kit
of black rubber and that kid was sexy. I studied him though my telephoto
lens at full stretch and imagined myself peeling off that suit and munching
on those firm young muscles. He was very flash, doing tricks and spinning
around in the low surf but the one thing I did notice was that he seemed to
be moving in on Karl or he was making a point of doing his thing for Karl's
benefit.

I kept snapping away taking some close ups of the boys as they ran around
me flaunting their bits and pieces all wet and shiny and then it
happened. This tall blond kid, the surfer in the suit, started talking to
Karl and I saw Karl laugh and have a go on the board. Some cheeky prat was
swagging away my lover.

I finally got down to naked as Galen had taken to sprinkling water on me
and generally acting like a prick, I did grab him at one stage and drag him
down but had to let him go as I arose to the occasion. I dare say nudity
was fine but shagging a small boy out in the open would have the local
police down like a ton of bricks. I saw Karl also take the plunge and
remove his speedos and from the arm flapping I guessed he was trying to get
Black Rubber Boy as I designated him to strip off buut the blond kid wasn't
having it. Strangely enough although I like the nude boy form sometimes
they can look extra sexy with just clinging boxers, briefs or even basic
y-fronts. This kid looked ultra sexy in his black rubber and I hoped Karl
would manage to bring him across. Ten minutes later he did.

Karl walked across holding his wet speedos and with his long dark brown
cock swinging accompanied by this beauty holding his cut down board under
his arm.

'This one knows me as Pedro,' Karl rolled his eyes and it took me a moment
to realise what he was on about. Pedro was his 'stage name' on the two CDs
I'd produced and Jo in Lewes had marketed.

'Kurt Furst.' The boy gave me a jerky boy and a slightly nervous boy, he
had an accent which I assumed was German going by the name. I also noted
that his eys dropped to my equipment but nothing new there on a nudey
beach. Galen and Yanni were standing behind him pulling faces and licking
their lips like a pair of succubus or whatever those evil imps are
called. I'm sure if I'd have given the word they would have been on him and
had him stripped in a minute of so. Both the little bastards were sporting
semi erections which they made no effort to hide.

'Pete Cope,' I waved my arm for him to sit and offered a bottle of water
from the chiller. 'You know my Karl as Pedro?' Karl glanced uop and
grinned, he'd noticed the 'my Karl'.

'My older brother collects... er, CDs of sporting boys.' Kurt uncapped the
water and took a swig. Pedro is one of his favourites,' he looked at Karl
and once again his eyes dropped to Karl's limp brown sausage.

'Your brother has good taste,' I remarked. 'Is he staying with you.'

'I am staying with him,' Kurt seemed to relax. 'He has rented a villa for
two weeks just over there,' he waved his arm vaguely. 'He's twenty one and
has just got his hands on his Trust Fund so he decided to take a holiday
and take me with him.'

'And you are on your own?' I was pumping now. A villa would be perfect for
some photographs, I was tather hoping it was a posh one with all the bibs
and bobs and not some hovel.'

'Just he and I,' Kurt nodded and jumped. Galen had parked himself alongside
and had run his finger down the smooth rubber encasing Kurt's leg. 'God,
they are familiar.'

'Very much so,' I took the chance and grabbed Galen dragging him into the
centre of our little group. 'Very familiar,' I took another change and
watched by the bug eyed Kurt stroked Galen's stumpy cock until he started
to squeal. 'He likes it really.'

'So it seems,' Kurt smiled although he seemed a little shocked. 'May I?' He
looked at me and Galen.

'Yeah,' I grinned waiting to see what he would do, at the same time little
Yanni got between Kurt and Karl so that they were in a tight semi circle
facing me and shielding any action from the beach.

Kurt still very nervous reached out and wrapped his hand around Galen's
rapidly hardening boy cock and gently squeezed and finally smiled as Galen
gave a satisfied groan and dropped back on his elbows.

'Me too, me too,' Galen demanded and Kurt reached out with his other hand
and grasped the boy's smaller and softer noodle. This was too good to miss,
I got my camera up and took a swift couple of pictures of our black suited
Kurt holding our two houseboys by their willies. Rather than objecting Kurt
smiled as if proud of himself as perhaps he was. One thing was for sure and
that was that we had a fellow traveller and I wondered if his brother was
like minded. Of course he was for God's sake, he collected pictures of
Pedro, my Karl.

Karl and I kept a look out for anyone coming too close but most of those on
the beach were in the water with a few rambling around the dunes to the
rear. We were on rocks perfectly visible to anyone who got to close but
otherwise pretty safe. 'My brother would love to meet you and your models,'
Kurt suddenly came to his senses and let go of the boys much to their
annoyance. 'We have a pool and it is only a short walk.'

'Well, that's up to them,' I answered but it was pretty clear as far as the
boys were concerned that they were up for action and both had now got a
taste for it. Karl was extended to put it mildly and I think he had the
hots for Kurt. Getting mumbles of assent all around I nodded to Kurt: 'Your
invitation is accepted.'

'Wunderbar... excellent,' he grinned standing and displaying a bulky rubber
crotch. 'It will be nice to get this off, it is fine in the water but a bit
of a tribulation... hey...' He squealed and laughed. Both Galen and Yanni
had hot little hands on his bottom stroking and pinching the smooth rubber
clad orbs 'Sex maniacs,' he grinned although I could see his lump was
growing. He needed to get naked before he gave himself a puncture. Karl and
I pulled our board shorts on and with the kids still naked we followed Kurt
as if he was the Pied Piper and we were the children. I don't know what the
others were thinking or had in mind but I wanted that boy Kurt... the
problem was, so did everyone else.

Kurt's short walk turned out to be a route march through the dunes to the
road and then to the villas, there were six in a row well spaced and
clearly seasonal lets. There was a beach shop on the dune side and the
place was heaving with naked flesh of both sexes as kids, and younger mums
and dads collected ice creams and chilled drinks. Kurt's rubber suit got a
few glances but he was a pretty boy and we others passed unremarked, even
little Yanni and Galen as there seemed to be a fair sprinkling of local
boys there and they were all naked as well.

I spotted a few of the older boys, fifteens, sixteens which I'd like to get
in front of the camera but it was early days and we had to meet the master
of the house, the twenty one year old Alaric Furst.

'Do you know any of those boys?' I asked Galen as we approached one of the
villas.

'Lots,' he grinned. 'Do jig a jig with some.'

There, that was that one answered. As we trooped up the pathway to the
front door a rather dishy clone of Kurt walked out and his eyes immediately
settled on Karl. 'I don't believe it,' he breathed ignoring the rest of us.

'May I introduce, Karl, Peter and two sex toys,' Kurt smiled
cheekily. 'This is my older brother, Alaric known as Al.'

Alaric gave that jerky bow as Kurt had and then shook hands although I
thought at one stage he'd got himself superglued to Karl. Anyway, in the
end he ushered us all inside into the cool and called out to the rear of
the house. A young Cretan probably around the sixteen mark and a girl
slightly younger appeared and stood as if awaiting intructions. and Al went
into a brief ramble in what seemed perfect Greek and they nodded obediently
and disappeared.

'They will serve a buffet lunch in half an hour,' Al grinned. 'Eugene would
make a good model, no?'

'Eugene?'

'The youth.'

'Ah yes.'

'Eugene and Pedro. Kurt and Pedro...'

'You and Pedro?' I laughed.

He grinned and settled us down, it was nice and cool in there with the fan
rotating overhead and it was even better when the girl served cold
drinks. We were in and after Kurt pointed the little ones to the small pool
we talked.

'I have both Pedro CDs,' Al started. 'I never ever expected to see him in
the flesh.'

'Well, he's here for two weeks,' I smiled letting him lead the way.

'I would like to get to know him better,' he leant in and spoke
quietly. Kurt and Karl had moved out and joined the boys in the pool. Kurt
had kept his rubber suit on and seemed intent on groping and getting groped
as much as possible. He came unstuck when they ganged up on him and his zip
at the back was tugged down leaving him floundering around half naked and
half entangled in wet rubber.

'Close and personal you mean?' I prompted.

'Yes, very close.'

'Sexual close?' I pressed him.

'Only if he wishes.'

'Karl wishes,' I grinned. 'If I read my Karl, right he wishes you, your
brother and your Eugene. He's a boy who likes variety and lots of it.'

'And you, Peter?'

'I'm the same,' I looked him in the eyes. 'Perhaps some sort of trading
would be in order,' I tried to blank out the noise from the swimming
pool. It looked like they had got Kurt free of his rubber and he looked
like a young German beset by a shoal of piranha which wasn't too far from
the truth. At that moment the boy and girl started trucking in trays of
food from the rear of the house. The girl was quite nice and I wondered if
she did things other than household chores, the boy, Eugene in his loose
white shirt and tight khaki longies looked out at the pool and grinned as
he laid out the food. What was supposed to be a buffet looked more like a
banquet , the Germans seemed to like their food. The girl returned to the
kitchen and Eugene lingered watching the now naked foursome clamber from
the pool and wander in shedding water. They were sharing two towels and all
four although not completely hard were hanging well. I was delighted to see
that Kurt displayed well, in fact, he was on a par with Karl, very well
developed indeed.

'I've never really thought about Eugene although we've only been here two
days.'

'These kids go for a few Euros,' I grinned. 'You can't be short of money.'

'I'm not.'

'Problem solved,' I grinned. 'I might even ask him to do a little posing,
maybe with my little boys.'

'Here?' He laughed. 'You could use the pool, we have a spare bedroom as
well.'

Eugene and the girl brought in some chilled wine as a finale and then
hovered by the door as if awaiting instructions.

'What do they do now, clean up afterwards?'

'No. They only work early morning until after the midday meal. They are
awaiting the word to go, we look after ourselves in the afternoon and
evenings.'

'Right,' I leant in again and spoke quietly. 'Why not let the girl go and
offer the boy some munchies and an afternoon by the pool. You might also
mention you have a photographer as a guest who would like to take some
pictures and is willing to pay a few Euros. He'll go for it, he definitely
has the hots for my two little ones and maybe the bigger boys as well.'

'Nothing ventured, nothing gained,' Alaric got to his feet and approached
the pair as I also stood but made for the food before the vultures scoffed
the lot.

'How's it going?' Karl asked.

'What do you think if young Alaric?' I answered his question with a
question.

'Nice, nearly as nice as the yummy Kurt.'

'Eugene?'

'Who's he?'

'The one Al is chatting up now.'

'Fuckin' beautiful,' Karl breathed. 'Totally beautiful.'

'Well, Al is red hot for you. You could always stay overnight with him and
maybe Eugene...'

'And you could swag away Kurt and the boys for the night.'

'You read me like a book,' I laughed.

'A very dirty book,' he grinned.

I glanced over to see the smiling girl depart and Al and Eugene exchanging
words. A nod and a smile from Eugene, it seemed to be all over. The day was
organised or it would be with a bit more chat and charm. I took a glass of
chilled wine offered by Kurt and our fingers touched. Yeah, our first day
on the the prowl had turned out well and all down to a pair of silly pinup
CDs.

I suppose it seeme a bit odd, a nude buffet, at least if seemed odd to me,
far too middle class and English at that but when the boys had a few more
wines in them we moved out to the pool again and this time we all got naked
and this included Eugene who was promptly interfered with by Galen and
Yanni. Well, Yanni was the ringleader, Galen tended to stick by me, perhaps
he had a crush. Al suggested that I took some pictures for his memories and
he had his own camera. A quick inspection showed that he had a completely
empty memory and I started snapping. With a dint of suggestion and prodding
I managed to get the three Cretan boys into a huddle and let Yanni and
Galen take charge of the slightly shocked and confused Eugene. His
bewilderment didn't stop him sprouting one all the same and he was soon
laying on one of the lilos being mouthed and attacked by the munchkins. He
sprouted a nice hardon which at a roungh estimation was equal to Karl's
both in length and girth and the boy's loved it, once he settled down, so
did he.

Mind you, Al was getting close and personal with Karl and Kurt had himself
draped over me as I took the pictures. I was handed a squeezee bottle
labelled Sex Gel by Kurt and threw it to the boys. They looked at and
grinned when I nodded a go ahead. That was it, poor Eugene was going to be
raped, one of them started to kiss and smooch and Galen smothered Eugene's
waggling penis with the clear gel so that it was shiny and gleaming with
the afternoon sum. By now I had Kurt down between my legs sucking me and
Karl and Al were inside on the sofa making out which means doing everything
except actually shagging.

Eugene by now had lost it or maybe found it, he had moved little Yanni
around and was sucking on the little boy's noodle whilst Galen sucked on
his. Suddenly Galen straddled the prostrate Eugene and squatted. I could
see what was coming a mile off and pulled Kurt up to watch.

Galen beamed at the camera and slowly and deliberately positoned himself
above Eugene's straining cock and dropped his hips. I saw Eugene spasm and
strain as he undoubtedly felt the tightness and the warmth descend on his
penis and he moved Yanni around so that he too was on his chest and he
could suck the randy little sod's pecker whilst thrusting up into Galen's
moving body.

'My God,' Al spoke from behind me. 'You are getting this all on my camera?'

'I am,' I grinned. 'Tonight is just about fixed.'

'Tonight is fixed,' he laughed. 'Myself, Karl and Eugene. Yourself Kurt and
your two little boys or are they little girls?'

'They're very versatile, especially Galen,' I observed watching Galen
slowly move up and down on Eugene's thick brown cock.

Yeah, get this afternoon's part orgy out of the way and then I could devote
a sweet night's loving to the beautiful Kurt... not forgetting the boys who
would want their share.

I continued to take pictures of the squirming threesome on the lilo until I
saw Eugene thresh around and then I saw his cum running down his slick
shaft as Galen slipped free. A monent later Yanni squealed and then
withdrew leaving Eugene rather guiltily wiping boy cum from his lips. I
looked over at Al and he grinned clearly delighted with the outcome.
Brilliant, happy customers all around and the afternoon and evening was yet
to come.



			     To be Continued.



This one was supposed to be a short Chapter just to bridge the London
Chapters but it got out of hand. There will obviously have to be another
part to this one hence the labelling A and B.

I'm getting behind a bit with this one and my Pieces of Cake, maybe two
Chapters a week it too much. ANYWAY, I shall be slowing down over the next
couple of weeks as my kitchen is being gutted and refurbished which is
going to create havoc. Any Council that can talk about a three week job on
a kitchen the size of a large snooker table and then talk about 'snagging'
has to be slightly demented.

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