Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2007 20:26:29 +0000 From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' Chapter 11 All the usual disclaimers apply; if the law where you are prohibits you from reading material like this, then I guess you'd better not, but if you do, don't blame either me or Nifty if you read it and get caught, okay? And if you don't like reading about sexual interactions involving underage boys and adult men, you probably ought to leave this page right now. This concludes the section on the holiday in Spain; I hope you like it! Feedback is always welcome and I always reply to it. Send your comments to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I'll reply as soon as I can. CHAPTER ELEVEN James coming to my bedroom before mum wakes up has become a regular thing. It's cool; means I can tell him what I've been up to without having to whisper. I fill him in on the previous day's events. "Their surname's Brooks," I tell him. He looks puzzled for a moment then his eyes suddenly widen. "Bloody hell! They must be Julian Brooks's kids! Wow! You are mixing with some pretty exalted company! That guy is a seriously heavy hitter, earns a fortune! He's head of mergers and acquisitions at Eliot Groenfeld." "Yeah! That's what Quentin said! I sort of forgot the second bit." James gently explains about what their dad does, why it's so important and why he makes so much money, about three million a year, James reckons. I tell him all about what Quentin said, and how pissed off they get `cause their dad never spends any time with them. "I guess it can get like that at that level," he says stroking my hair. "Guys who make the sort of money that he does have to be at it virtually twenty four seven. That's how it is, I'm afraid." He's explained it all really well, just like he always does. "So will you come to the beach this morning?" I ask. "Of course! I wouldn't want to miss out on that, would I?" "What about, you know, what Danny said?" "Let's see, yeah? I want to meet him first." We could do it Friday morning, when your mum's off on this sight-seeing trip. You and I could get together in the afternoon then you could go round to Stephen's place afterwards. How does that sound?" "Cool!" 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 When Danny sees James his eyes are out on stalks; he's almost drooling. James just plays it cool and joins in our catching game, just like we planned. He already knows how good Stephen is. I can see he's pretty impressed with Quentin too. "Quentin!" he calls, launching to ball high into the air. I can see what this one is; it's the high one that'll go right over Quentin's head. He does exactly what James did, back-pedalling across the sand. He grabs at the ball, missing it by inches and landing on his backside. He retrieves the ball and tosses it back to James. "You should have caught that! Watch!" James calls to him. "Stephen!" He lets go another huge throw. Stephen turns, runs to where the ball's coming down, catches it as it comes over his shoulder and drops to his knees, skidding to a halt. James calls us together. "We're not designed for running backwards!" he says, grinning. He shows Quentin how to position his hands. "It is a bit tricky," he says, "cause you have to keep one eye on the ball and one on where you're going, but you can do it. Give it a go?" "Yeah, sure!" Quentin says, clearly relishing the challenge. We get into position. "Quentin!" James roars as the ball hurtles skywards. Quentin moves quickly into position, catches the ball even easier than Stephen did, throws it high in the air, turns and catches it again. He trots back towards us looking very pleased with himself. "Show-off!" James says, grinning and ruffling the kid's silky black hair. He puts an arm round Quentin's shoulder. "That was excellent. I'm pleased to see you didn't use Stephen's method of stopping yourself; it's okay on a beach, but don't try that on a cricket field, you'll have no knees left." Quentin smiles up at him and hands him the ball, "Thanks, that was wicked!" he says quietly. James has done it again. If he asked Quentin to go and have sex with him, Quentin wouldn't even have to think about it. Danny's totally in awe of him too; he can't take his eyes off him. It looks like Friday's get-together could be all systems go. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Stephen and I head down to the beach. Me and James have sorted out what's going to happen on Friday. I've already told Stephen; he's well happy. Now I've just got to tell the other two. For once I'm the one in charge, saying what's going to happen; I like that. When we get to the beach Quentin and Danny are already there. They seem disappointed that James isn't with us. "Okay," I say quietly. "This is how it's going to work. Friday, mum's going on a sight-seeing trip with Stephen's parents; they'll be gone all day. We'll meet up here at half past ten, yeah? We'll go straight back. Quentin goes to Stephen's place, same as usual, I take Danny back to mine; James will meet us there. Okay?" "Cool!" Quentin says, nodding his agreement. "Cool!" Danny echoes, his eyes sparkling. "James is wicked! Shame he couldn't come here today!" "He's such a cool guy," Quentin says quietly. "Yesterday was amazing. I've never known what to do with those before; cricket masters at school never said anything. The way he showed me how to do it; he made it sound so easy I just went and did it. You're lucky; I wish I'd got someone like him around." We're all set. We've just got to keep ourselves amused for the next two days till it happens. I guess that's not going to be too hard. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 We stroll back from the beach, just like we do any other day. Only it's not just any other day. This is the day that Danny's going to come back to our place so James can fuck him. He's much quieter than usual. That's understandable; I remember the first time we drove to James's apartment, the day he popped my cherry, I hardly said a word all the way there. It also means that Stephen gets to spend some time with Quentin. Stephen's pretty excited about that; he wants to fuck him. That's no surprise; Stephen wants to fuck any fit-looking kid he goes with. I'm not sure if Quentin will be up for that; I guess that's part of why Stephen's so excited. He'll go for it anyway. We reach the villas; the excitement's really building; you can feel it. "It's twenty to eleven," Stephen says, checking his watch. "Come round at twelve o'clock; that gives us plenty of time." "Cool!" I reply casually. "See you guys later!" Me and Danny walk the few yards to our place as Stephen and Quentin disappear inside. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Stephen leads Quentin to his bedroom. It's the first time he's been alone with him. He's been looking forward to this for two days, ever since Chris told him what the plan was. There's something about Quentin that he can't quite put his finger on, something not quite right, like he's putting on a show for Danny's benefit. There was no way Quentin would allow anyone to fuck him while the two younger kids were there, but now they're safely tucked up at Chris's place, who knows? But there's only one way to find out; he'll have to give it a go. They watch each other undress until they're both down to their boxer shorts. Stephen squats down on the bed, quickly skinning Quentin's boxers down his legs. The boy's cock is a little smaller than his own but otherwise very similar. He leans forward, taking it into his mouth, sucking on it slowly. It feels perfect, just that bit bigger than the others he's sucked. He slips his hand between Quentin's legs, sliding a finger up the boy's crack till he locates his pucker. There's no protest, no attempt to stop him. He works his finger around the boy's ring. Quentin doesn't flinch, not even slightly; so far so good. He lets Quentin go and stands up. Quentin drops to his knees and quickly lowers Stephen's shorts. He shuffles forward an inch or two, his warm mouth engulfing the taller boy's dick. Stephen sighs deeply, basking in the wonderful feelings in his groin. Quentin's skill is obvious; even Chris can't suck as well as this. They get onto the bed, arms wrapped around each other. Stephen is surprised by the delicacy of Quentin's kisses, nothing like the tongue-wrestling that he and Chris engage in. He eases back his own efforts in response, enjoying the calm serenity of this different approach. Once more he pushes his hand between Quentin's legs, quickly locating the boy's most private entrance. Their lips separate. "So are you going to fuck me?" Quentin asks. Stephen smiles. "You up for that?" he asks casually. "I thought, --- you know?" "Yeah, I love being fucked, always have." Quentin smiles. "but I'm school cricket captain, or I was; public school scholarship candidate, yeah? It wouldn't do for the younger boys to know that I still like to get it up the bum. So as far as Danny's concerned I'm a top; it's sort of what's expected." "So who's been, you know? Mr. Alcock & Brown?" "Yeah! Carl's great. He was my vice captain in the cricket team; opens the bowling. He's really quick, pretty accurate too; he scares most of the opposing batsmen shitless. Only really good players can deal with someone as good as he is. We've been friends since we started there together. We've been doing it for a couple of years; we've always been in the same dorm so it wasn't a problem. He wasn't as big then, of course; as he got bigger, well I just got used to it. But as far as Danny knows we stopped doing it ages ago. I told him we didn't do that any more. The other boys in our dorm know, of course, but they're sworn to secrecy; that's how it works." "So what happened with Carl and Danny then?" "Like a pair of idiots we both forget to take any KY with us. Carl didn't want to look like a wimp so he decided to do it anyway. The truth is Danny just wasn't ready for it." "Oh!" "Yeah, I hope he'll be all right with James. I think he will; James is cool." "Yeah, from what Chris has told me he'll be fine." Stephen says, sounding quietly confident. "So, time to get you ready, yeah?" "Yeah!" Stephen settles his head on Quentin's tummy, his mouth engulfing his new friend's cock. He retrieves the tube of KY from under the pillow. It was thoughtful of Chris to have left it with him; James always has plenty so they wouldn't be needing it. He squeezes some onto his fingers and pushes his hand between Quentin's legs. Quentin pulls his knees up to make it easier for him. Stephen quickly locates the boy's pucker and gently pushes inside. There's not much resistance, the same as Chris and Danny. He wonders how easy it will be when he tries the same thing with Jody. He pulls his mind back to the present, pushing a second finger in behind the first. Quentin's as ready as he's going to be. "How d'you want it?" Stephen whispers. "On my tummy," Quentin says, "pillow under my hips, you on top of me." "Is that how Carl does it?" "Yeah!" They get into position, Quentin lying with his legs wide apart, Stephen kneeling between his legs, carefully smearing KY over his rampant cock. He lowers himself towards the waiting boy. Quentin reaches back and pulls his arse-cheeks apart; his hole opening up invitingly. Stephen positions his cock and pushes firmly. It goes straight in. "Oh!" Quentin moans. "That feels great!" Stephen is still supporting himself on his hands, remembering Chris's request not to put all his weight on him. Quentin has no such problem. "Lie right down on top of me!" he urges. Stephen quickly complies, feeling his heart thumping against Quentin's back. It's time to go. He sets to work, thrusting in and out of Quentin's bum with long, powerful strokes. Quentin is moving too, pushing back each time that Stephen slams into him. They're both good athletes; there's no let up, the pace and intensity building minute by minute. "Ohh! Ohh! Quentin moans, his lower legs flicking up either side of Stephen's. "Oooooh!!!" His cock jerks wildly, little jets of boy-cum squirting onto the pillow. Stephen fucks him even harder; a few seconds later he's there too, his balls churning in their sac, volley after volley of thick, creamy spunk spurting powerfully into Quentin's arse. He sinks slowly down on top of the dark-haired boy, a totally spent force. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 "Hi James! Danny says brightly, as I take him into the villa. "Hi Danny!" James responds, smiling warmly. "So you finally made it!" "Yeah! You won't be rough with me, will you?" he asks, sounding suddenly nervous. "No, of course not!" James assures him. "If you want me to stop at any time, just say so, okay? If it's hurting or you don't like it, just tell me and I'll stop. If you need me to go slower, just say, yeah?" "Thanks, James!" he says, reaching up to put his arms round James's neck pulling him down so he can plant a big sloppy kiss right on his mouth. We make our way upstairs. Danny and I undress each other much like we've done before while James strips down to his boxers. "Very nice!" James says approvingly as I take off Danny's under- shorts, exposing the kid's hard little cock. He stands by the side of the bed, motioning for Danny to sit down in front of him. "Would you like to take these off for me?" he asks. Danny's fingers work nervously at the waistband of James's boxers, pulling them lower and lower. "Oh wow!" Danny says finally, eyes widening. "It's big, man!" He looks up nervously. "Can I suck it?" "Sure, if you want," James says, smiling. Danny moistens his lips and leans forwards. He gets a couple of inches or so into his mouth then gets stuck. "Easy, Danny boy!" James says soothingly. "That's really nice; don't try to go too far down." Danny bobs up and down on the short section of cock he can manage. James strokes his hair, black and silky smooth, like Quentin's; a touch thicker if anything. After about a minute he lets it go. "Wow! I never sucked one that big before!" he says, working his jaw around to ease the soreness. We get onto the bed. We've sort of got this planned too, but we'll have to see how Danny reacts, just go with the flow sort of thing. I lie on my back, right at the top of the bed. "Want to suck mine?" I ask our young guest. Danny doesn't need any further prompting, going down and sucking me almost as well as Quentin's been doing these last couple of days. I stroke his hair. Wow! It's so smooth and silky! I wish I had hair like that! James lies on his side, taking Danny's hard spike into his mouth. Danny moans round my cock. He likes this all right! James moves Danny's knees apart, slipping his hand between the boy's legs to begin the process of loosening him up. This is going to take some time; Danny's been taking Stephen's cock with no problem, but James is way bigger than that. He begins with one finger; that's all he'll use for now. After a few minutes, me and James change places. "Don't try to suck," James tells him, "just lick it. Use that cute little tongue of yours!" Danny seems happy enough with that, licking James's shaft like an ice cream then working his tongue all over the shiny head. "Are you really going to stick this up me?" he asks, his tone a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "If you're ready for it, and really want me to do it," James says, gently stroking Danny's hair. Down towards the bottom of the bed, I've got the kid's cock in my mouth and a finger up his hole, sucking him gently, my finger slowly but insistently twisting round. It's time to ratchet things up a bit. "Get on all fours!" I whisper. He gets onto his knees, pushing his bum back. I get between his legs and put my nose close to his bum. I'm not sure about this; if he smells bad I'll bottle out of it. I take a sniff; he smells okay; doesn't smell of shit anyway. I take another sniff; not bad at all, a mixture of KY and shower gel. This is it; I put my tongue on his hole and start to lick it. That's cool; doesn't taste of anything, really. Let's go for it. I push my tongue right into him, licking and prodding inside his hot little bum. Danny squeaks and gurgles with excitement, still lapping away at James's cock. A minute later, my tongue's replaced by two well-lubed fingers. I'm really loosening him now, twisting them round and finger-fucking him at the same time. The squeaks and gurgles get louder; time for the next stage! This was James's idea; I was pretty nervous about it and I still am. Seems a bit odd, fucking the kid when I can't even cum, but James said he wanted me to try it. I think he really wants is to watch me do it, but that's not a problem. I rub some KY over my dick, making sure it's really hard. I get to my knees and guide it onto its target. This is it! I give it one hard push; it slides in right up to my balls. Danny's going wild. "Ooh! Ooh! You've got your cock up me! Oh! Go for it, Chris! Fuck me!" The warmth and tightness gripping my cock are unbelievable; even getting sucked off doesn't feel anything like this does. It's no wonder the other guys like doing this so much! I set to work, holding him around the tops of his legs like James does with me; within a few seconds I'm fucking him like my life depended on it. I know I've never actually cum, but my cock has grown quite a bit; James keeps telling me it's going to happen soon. Suppose I did it, you know, shot my first spunk, right here, right now, straight into Danny's hot little bum? How special would that be? James grins and winks at me; I guess he likes the show. I fuck the kid even harder, Danny's squeaks and groans getting more and more frenzied. Suddenly everything goes fuzzy. I slam right into him, tightening my grip on his legs. My cock jumps wildly again and again, deep inside Danny's sex-tube. Very slowly I sink backwards, landing in a heap on the bed. I'm totally gone. I didn't cum but that was so intense! Fuck! I never expected that! James moves around to where I was, Danny crawling forwards a couple of feet to give him more room. All I have to do is to play with the kid's cock and help to keep him relaxed. James gets back to finger fucking him. One finger is soon joined by a second. Danny whimpers slightly. "Are you okay?" James asks quietly. "Yeah," Danny whispers. Slowly and gently he works his fingers round, getting the kid looser and greasier. He hasn't brought the plastic dick thingy; he inserts a third finger instead. "Aaahhh" Danny gasps, flinching noticeably. James eases his fingers back a little. "Easy babe! Easy!" he says soothingly. "You're doing great! Relax and push out, yeah? You can do it!" I fondle Danny's cock. It's still as hard as iron. In less than half a minute all three fingers are sliding smoothly in and out of his bum. James gently pulls them out and moves into position. My eyes are riveted to his cock. With one hand around Danny's hips he positions it on its target and pushes. The head goes right in. Fuck! He's done it! "Ohhhh!!" Danny moans. "Easy, Danny boy!" James coos. "Just relax, get used to me being there." I play with Danny's cock while James holds the position for what seems like ages. "Better now?" he asks. "Yeah." "Take a bit more?" "Yeah." James holds him round the thighs and gently pulls him back, another inch or so disappearing into his arse. Wow! I glance at his face. He's biting the pillow; it's obviously still quite painful. My fingers return to his cock; still no problem there! "Good boy!" James breathes. "You've done the hardest part; just try to relax, this is going to feel really good!" "It will, Danny, honest!" I tell him, stroking his hair, damp, soaked in perspiration like the rest of him. A few seconds later James pushes forward again, hitting Danny's prostate. "Ohhh!" he moans. "Oh yeah!" Ooooh!!" "Good boy!" James says. "That's what you've been wanting isn't it?" "Oh yeah! Danny gasps. "Yeah!" Getting the rest in is pretty easy; Danny's so horny for it there just isn't a problem. In less than a minute he's got the whole thing. As James sets to work I roll onto my back, lying so my head's right under Danny's privates. I reach up and fondle his cock, my eyes glued to the arse-pounding that James is giving him. Watching Stephen fuck him from this sort of distance was pretty wild, but this is in a different league completely. I can't believe his bum's stretched so much. Fuck! That must be what mine looks like! Five minutes pass, maybe a bit longer; James doesn't ease up for a moment. Danny's pretty close, his squeaks and gurgles getting louder by the second. He bucks violently, his cock coming to life between my fingers. James is still holding him round the legs; still pounding into him; he's going nowhere. James's breathing gets ragged and noisy. He gives a final thrust. Danny moans quietly as James's spunk floods into his bum. Wow! He did it! He actually did it! He just fucked the kid stupid! That was unbelievable! If I live to be a hundred I'll never see anything wilder than that! I crawl out from my vantage position as James eases back, his cock popping out of Danny's bum. The kid's hole is gaping open, the area to either side bright red. James's spunk is running out of him. "Are you okay?" James asks. "Yeah!" Danny gasps; "that was awesome!" I help him off the bed and guide him into the en suite before he makes a mess. I expect him to sit on the toilet like I would. He doesn't; just squats over it and farts, sending James's spunk squirting into the bowl. Holy shit! There's loads of the stuff! He tries to wipe his bum, wincing visibly. "You sure you're okay?" I ask. "Yeah, just a bit sore; it's no problem. I love being fucked but I've never taken one that size before. That was, like, the best ever!" I leave him to finish up and return to the bedroom. "Everything all right?" James enquires. "Yeah, he's pretty sore but he's cool about it; said it was his best fuck ever!" James wraps his arm round my shoulder. "The younger son of Julian Brooks, one of the top guys in The City has just visited my villa," he whispers. "I fucked the arse off him and he loved it. Now that is one for the scrapbook!" I smile to myself; I guess that is pretty special. Ten minutes later we're all back in our clothes. Me and James take turns giving Danny a long goodbye kiss; we'll be on our way home tomorrow, this is the last time we'll see him. Sad, but there it is. It's twelve o'clock. I walk Danny back to Stephen's place; Stephen and Quentin are already in the lounge room waiting for us. It looks like they've had a good time too, but I'll find out about that later. Stephen and me give Quentin the goodbye kiss treatment. He breaks the kiss, eyes shining. "It's been great meeting you guys," he says quietly. "It's a shame you're going home; we're here for another ten days. I don't think we'll meet anyone else like you!" He pauses. "Say goodbye to James for me; he's cool!" We make our way outside. All we can do is watch and watch as Quentin and Danny slowly disappear from sight. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 "So how did it go with Quentin?" I ask, lying on Stephen's bed. It'll be the last time we do this; we'll all have dinner together this evening then that will be it. "Cool," he says, grinning at me. "So did you fuck him?" "Yeah; he was practically begging me for it." "Really?" "Yeah; turns out this Prideaux kid's been fucking him every night for the past two years, only Danny's not allowed to know about it. Seems like it's okay for the younger kids to get fucked, especially if the kid doing the fucking is the soccer captain or cricket captain or something. But once you're at the top of the school, only the lower- status kids take it up the bum. It wouldn't `do' if the other kids knew that the cricket captain, which Quentin was, was getting fucked every night. So he had to tell Danny that he didn't do that any more. All the other kids in Quentin's dorm were sworn to silence, so Danny never knew any different. That is well weird." "It's a different world; that's what James says." "Yeah," he says, grinning at me. "That's another thing he's right about!" "So how did you have him?" "On his tummy with a pillow under his hips; he loved it!" He grins. "Gave me a bit of a problem though," he says, pointing to the pillow he's using that's missing its cover, "spunked on the pillow while I was fucking him. No problem; I washed it out. It should be dry before mum and dad get back. Doesn't matter anyway; I'll just say I spilt some coke on it." He grins at me, running his slim fingers over my chest. "So what can I do for you, boyfriend?" "You can fuck me, of course!" "Usual way?" he asks "You know I told you about Greg, my boyfriend at home, yeah? Well, when he does it he has me lying on my back with my legs up over my shoulders so I can watch as he puts it in. Then once he's got going, he sort of gets his chest down between my legs so we can kiss while he fucks me." "So d'you like that?" "It's not as comfortable as the way we usually do it, but it is pretty neat, seeing him stuff it into me then kissing and fucking at the same time." "So d'you want to try it then?" "If you're up for it" "Course I am!" he says, giving me his sexiest smile. "Let's give it a go!" I lube him up and we move into position. Stephen's such a good athlete, it's just not a problem for him. He guides his cock onto my hole. I relax, allowing him to stuff it in, watching intently as it disappears into my bum. That is well wild! He takes a few seconds to settle himself, then he's off, fucking me with strong, steady thrusts, my eyes glued to his cock as it pumps in and out of my arse. I lick my lips and smile. He gets the message, pulling my legs apart and diving down between them, allowing me to pull him into a totally wild kiss. Major sensory overload! Kiss, fuck, fuck, kiss, nothing else matters; nothing else even exists! The fuzzy thing hits me. My fingers claw at the mattress, I almost bite Stephen's tongue, my back arches, or at least it tries to, almost knocking us over. My cock springs into action without either of us even touching it. Stephen's almost there too; a few more thrusts and he's gasping like an old steam engine, several volleys of his creamy spunk spurting into my bum. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 Ten minutes later we're back on his bed, arms draped across each other's shoulders, chatting quietly about school and friends, this and that, kissing occasionally, not long, passionate ones, more like quick, affectionate pecks. We've become such good mates these last two weeks, it seems sad that this is the last time we'll be together. But he lives near Reading, more than fifty miles from where we are in South East London. He's got a boyfriend at home too; I wish I had. He's got his life and I've got mine. But what a holiday it's been. When I came out here, I'd have settled for meeting one or two cool kids just to hang out with, but the chance was there and I've made the most of it. I wouldn't actually do it, of course, but if I told my mates what I've been doing the past two weeks they wouldn't believe it. This has been some holiday; I just wonder if I'll ever have another one to match it.