Tim & Nicky Series: Andrew and Finlay

By Pink Panther

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Chapter Three

Tuesday morning dawned warm and sunny. It promised to be another beautiful summer's day. At quarter past nine, Tristan, Andrew and Finlay set off for Kane's house. They arrived at half past ten.

Kane, dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt, emerged immediately. He was clearly pleased to see them. Tristan was more than impressed. Just as Andrew had told him, while the ten-year old was angelically beautiful, his manner defined him as being one hundred per cent boy.

As the front wheel of Kane's bicycle had a quick-release mechanism, removing it took only a few seconds. Five minutes after their arrival, with Andrew in the front passenger seat and Finlay and Kane sitting behind them, they were on their way.

As he could use the door-mirrors to check what was behind them, Tristan had set the Range Rover's internal rear-view mirror so that he could keep an eye on the occupants of the back seat. It proved to be a good decision. Barely five minutes into their journey, he spotted Kane and Finlay playfully stroking each other's thigh.

Tristan allowed himself a smile. Although it was all quite subtle, it seemed clear that Kane would be up for having some sexual adventures with Finlay, and probably with Andrew as well.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was nearly midday when they arrived at the estate. Kane was overawed. He knew that Finlay's grandfather was a lord, but he hadn't really thought about what that meant. The main house, which was large and imposing, was more than half a mile from the gate where they'd entered, and was surrounded by an array of well-maintained farm buildings.

As soon as they got out of the car, Tristan quickly re-attached the front wheel of Kane's bike.

"Lunch will be ready soon," he informed the boys, "so stay around here. You'll have the whole afternoon to show Kane the estate if that's what you want to do."

He left them to it.

"You own all this?" Kane queried, struggling to get his head around it.

"The family does," Andrew explained. "This is the working part of the estate. The main part of Daddy's job is to run this place, which is why we live here. He also looks after the other property that the family owns."

"Finn told me that your dad won't become a lord," Kane said.

"That's right," Andrew confirmed. "Uncle David, Daddy's older brother, will inherit the title. He and his family live in our main house, which is around twenty miles away. But that's just a house and gardens, there's no agricultural land there."

"So what does he do?"

"He's a barrister, like Granddad was. He's hoping to get into parliament at the next election. Actually, Granddad was a High Court judge before he retired. He and Grandma live down on the coast. We visit them occasionally, but we can't really stay there because the house isn't big enough. As well as that, we've got a flat in town, near Victoria Station, and we own some other properties that we rent out. I don't know much about them."

Kane found it a great deal to take in. Like all the boys at Haxton Grange, his family was well-off, but nothing on this scale. What made it a real surprise was that Andrew and Finlay seemed so ordinary.

"Come on!" Finlay interjected, changing the subject. "I'll show you our room!"

As soon as he stepped inside, Kane immediately felt at home. Although the house was big, it had a warm, lived-in feel. It wasn't a showpiece; real people lived in it. Finlay led the way upstairs, ushering him into a large, airy room.

"This is my bed," he said, indicating the one to the left of the large sash window. "The other one will be yours." He lowered his voice. "At night, when we go to bed, I'll have to be in mine and you'll need to be in yours, because Mummy will come in to say goodnight. But when we wake up, we'll be able to do as we like. In the summer, I'm always awake by half past five. Mummy and Daddy don't get up till half past seven."

"So, we'll be able to do like we do at school?"

"Even better! There'll be nobody to see what we're getting up to!"

"Cool!" Kane responded, grinning from ear to ear.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At one o'clock, Kane followed Finlay down to the large kitchen diner where Mrs Calder was serving lunch. Although the three boys and two adults sat around the kitchen table, it was very informal. It wasn't anything fancy either. In Alison Calder's experience, a large pot of spaghetti Bolognese was ideal for feeding energetic, growing boys and a hungry husband. Afterwards, there was plenty of fresh fruit for them to munch on.

Alison did have her doubts about what Tristan and the boys got up to when she wasn't around. When Kane's visit had been arranged, she had suggested that he be given one of the guest rooms. Tristan had immediately vetoed the idea, arguing that as Finlay and Kane shared a dorm at school, making their guest sleep in a room by himself was not the way to make him feel welcome.

Having been brought up in an upper middle-class family, Alison knew better than to ask questions. The boys were happy, they were doing well at school, and clearly doted on their father. As far as anyone knew, there was nothing to be concerned about. If something untoward did come out, she'd be able to claim that she knew nothing about it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At two o'clock, all dressed in shorts and tee-shirts, the boys collected their bikes from the garage.

"Are we going to our special place?" Finlay asked.

"Yes," Andrew confirmed. "I'm sure Kane would like to see it."

After cycling down the drive, they turned left out of the main gate. After following the perimeter of the estate for more than two miles, they came to a halt in front of a locked gate.

Producing a key from his pocket, Andrew undid the padlock, allowing the three of them to pass through. Once they were all safely inside, he locked it again. They then cycled along a rough track for around three hundred yards until it petered out.

"Well, this is it," Andrew announced, turning to Kane. "What d'you think?"

"Wow!" Kane responded. "It's pretty wild, isn't it? You could do all sorts of things here!"

"That's the idea," Andrew said, smiling. "We use if for Paintball, Easter-Egg hunts, and that sort of thing. In between, Daddy lets us use it as a sort of adventure playground. We love it, don't we Finn?"

"Yeah!" Finlay enthused. "Especially when the weather's like this!"

"How big is it?" Kane asked.

"Pretty big," Andrew responded. "Half a mile long and almost half a mile wide; that's roughly a hundred and fifty acres. We've never explored all of it."

"Could we have got here by coming across the estate?" Kane asked.

"In theory we could," Andrew said. "But it's all fenced off, to separate it from the area where we rear pheasants. Daddy says it's really important that they're not disturbed."

"Oh, right!" Kane said, grinning.

"So are you up for having some fun?" Andrew asked quietly.

"Sure!" Kane responded.

Leaving their bikes behind, Andrew led them away from the track to where an old tree trunk was lying across the path.

"Okay, then?" he enquired.

Turning to face each other, Kane and Finlay quickly pulled down each other's shorts. After pulling off their tee-shirts, they lowered each other's underpants, their stiff little dicks standing proudly. Andrew licked his lips. Kane had the most beautiful bum he'd ever seen. Without a doubt, the lad would be the most wonderful fuck.

Turning towards his brother, Finlay undid the clip at the top of Andrew's shorts, and pulled down the zip. As they fell around his ankles, Andrew lifted his tee-shirt, allowing his younger brother to skin his underpants right down his legs.

Kane's eyes widened. Andrew's uncut penis was a little over four inches long, and twice as thick as either his or Finlay's.

"Wow!" he breathed. "You've got a beauty!"

"D'you want to feel it?"

Kane took the twelve-year old's dick into his hand, running his fingers along its length. It felt amazing, just as his cousin's had done.

"You can suck it if you want," Andrew suggested.

"Are you making spunk?"

"Yeah, but I won't cum in your mouth. I've got other plans for that!"

Never one to shirk a challenge, Kane knelt on the ground. Taking the older boy's penis into his mouth, he began to suck. It felt amazing. While the skin was soft and smooth, underneath, it was as hard as steel.

Finally, he let it go. Over the next few minutes, the boys took turns to suck and fondle each other. Andrew paid special attention to Kane's bottom, running his hands all over it.

Although he was desperate to fuck the lad, he knew he mustn't rush things. He'd have to build up to it, to make sure Kane was ready. In any case, he'd promised to fuck his younger brother. He couldn't go back on that.

"Are you ready?" he whispered in Finlay's ear, presenting him with the tube of K-Y.

"Sure!" Finlay responded, smearing the slippery gel over his brother's penis.

Without waiting to be asked, Finlay bent over, resting his hands on the tree-trunk. Andrew would have liked to lick his brother out, but unsure how Kane would react, he limited himself to working some lube into Finlay's bum. With the task completed, he allowed his fingers to slide out. Having stashed the tube in the pocket of his shorts, he moved into position.

Knowing what was about to happen, Kane was beyond excited. He watched intently, totally enthralled by the sight of the twelve-year old's cock steadily disappearing into Finlay's boy-hole. Andrew turned towards him.

"Get on the other side of the tree trunk," he said, smiling.

Discarding his shorts and underpants, Kane nimbly hopped over the trunk.

"Come here!" Finlay instructed. "I want to suck your dick!"

Kane casually moved into position, inserting his hard spike into Finlay's mouth. Immediately, Andrew began to fuck. Finlay was ecstatic, mewling and gurgling around Kane's rampant prong. He loved to feel his brother's penis moving backwards and forward inside him, grazing that magic hard spot that somehow made his boy-prick twitch and tingle.

After a few minutes, Andrew's fingers wrapped themselves around Finlay's penis and began to wank him. It was more than the ten-year old could take.

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohhh!" he whimpered, his little starfish going into violent spasms around Andrew's cock. As his prick dry-cummed in his brother's hand, he was aware of the twelve-year old's hot boy-juice squirting into his bum.

Instinctively, he tried to pull off Kane's penis. Kane, however, was having none of it, holding Finlay's head as his cock swelled and pulsed in his smaller friend's mouth.

After a few seconds, Kane and Andrew pulled out, allowing Finlay to stand up.

"I've got your spunk up my bum!" he announced proudly, grinning at his brother.

"Aren't you going to get rid of it?" Kane asked.

"No," Finlay said nonchalantly. "I like to keep it inside me!"

As he pulled on his clothes, Kane began to get hard again. He wanted some of what Finlay had just had. He was sure that Andrew would be happy to do it; the only question was when. He'd need to make sure that the older boy knew he was up for it.

Returning to the track, they collected their bikes. With their adventures over for the afternoon, they returned to the house.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"Where did Drew go?" Kane asked, following Finlay up the stairs to their bedroom.

"Oh, he'll have gone to see Daddy," Finlay responded. "At the far end of the house, the land slopes away. There are three extra rooms down there. Daddy's office is one. The others are used for storage."

Kane was puzzled. Having spent the afternoon having sex with two of his friends, his dad was the last person he'd have wanted to talk to.

"He won't be telling him what we've just been doing, will he?"

"Probably. Daddy doesn't mind at all!"

Kane was seriously alarmed. Having sex with other boys was strictly taboo; it wasn't something you wanted adults to find out about. But in this house, that rule didn't seem to apply.

It raised other questions too. How far did things go? Although he had no first-hand experience, he'd heard rumours that their headmaster, Mr Robertson, had a few favourite boys that he invited to his house. One of them was Trent Whitlock, who was known to have allowed a whole string of older boys to have sex with him. The suggestion was that Mr Robertson was having sex with him too.

In addition, he was certainly aware that the new games master, Mr Glanville, was having sex with some of the boys, Trent Whitlock included. He was aware of it, because the man had put pressure on him to join in, pressure that he had steadfastly resisted. So, what was going on here?

"Finn," he asked. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but does your dad have sex with you and Drew?"

"He does with Drew," Finlay admitted. "Not very much with me, not yet anyway. I only realised at half-term that something odd was happening. Drew would disappear for an hour. Then afterwards, if I asked him what he'd been doing, he wouldn't tell me. Then, when we got back to school and you told me what you and your cousin had been up to, it all started to make sense."

"Wow! So what did you do?"

"Well, I hardly see Drew while we're at school, so I waited until we got back here. Then I went to talk to him; I told him that I knew what was going on. That was when Drew and I started doing stuff together."

"Oh, right! Does Drew like your dad doing sex-stuff with him?"

"Yeah, he loves it!"

"You said your dad's done a bit with you. What did you mean exactly?"

"Like messing about, feeling my dick, sucking it, that sort of thing. I've sucked his a bit too, but he didn't cum in my mouth or anything."

"Has he tried to stick it up your bum?"

"No, he won't do that at the moment. He says that he's worried about hurting me."

"So would your dad want to do sex-stuff with me?"

"Oh, I'm sure he'd like to, but he wouldn't actually do anything unless he knows your happy about it."

"Not like pervy Glanville then!" Kane said vehemently, referring to their school's new games master.

"Why? What's he done?"

"A few times, when he was on sleeping-in duty, he asked me to go to his room. He said he had something he wanted to show me, but he'd got a hard-on in his shorts, so I knew what he was after!"

"Didn't you go then?"

"No, of course not!"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Finlay asked.

"I didn't want to," Kane admitted. "It was embarrassing!"

"I think Drew's been with him a few times. I'm not sure."

"While I'm here, is it alright for the three of us to have sex without your dad being involved?"

"Sure! The only rule is that we mustn't do anything in the house when Mummy's around."

Kane found it a great deal to take in. Everyone said that adults having sex with kids was wrong, but Andrew and Finlay obviously enjoyed what their dad did with them, so what was wrong about it?

More than that, Drew and Finn were good kids; boys that he liked and trusted. If they were happy to do sex stuff with their dad, that was their business. He wasn't going to say they shouldn't.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Having reached his daddy's office, Andrew knocked on the door and walked in.

"Hi Daddy!" he said brightly as Tristan looked up from his desk.

"Andrew! Good to see you!" Tristan responded smiling. "How's the afternoon gone?"

"Very well, thanks!

"Tell me," Tristan urged. "I want to know all about it."

Over the next few minutes, Andrew recounted the events of the previous couple of hours.

"Excellent!" Tristan congratulated. "Kane seems to be as keen on sex as you thought."

"He's got the most beautiful bum!" Andrew added, lowering his voice. "I really want to fuck him. He's taken it before, so I'm sure he'll let me."

"Well, he's here for a week, so don't rush things, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"So what d'you want now?" Tristan asked.

"I'd like you to fuck me."

"Lock the door, there's a good boy. People come looking for me in the mornings. I'd be very surprised if anyone turned up at this time, but I'd rather be safe than sorry."

Having dropped the catch on the cylinder lock, Andrew stood by his daddy's desk, allowing the man to stroke his silk-smooth thighs.

"Mmmmm!" Tristan purred, running his hand up inside the twelve-year old's shorts. "You're a very beautiful boy, Andrew, and I love you so much!"

"I love you too, Daddy!"

Reaching up, Tristan undid the clip at the top of his son's denim shorts, and pulled down the zip. After wiggling his hips, causing his shorts to fall to the floor, Andrew pulled up his tee-shirt to expose his skimpy white briefs.

"Hmmm!" Tristan whispered, running the back of his finger over the boy's cotton-covered erection. "So, Finn took your spunk up his bum, did he?"

"Yes, Daddy! And afterwards, he kept it inside him."

"How long d'you think it'll be before I'm able to get in there?"

"I'm not sure. He's still very tight. I thought he'd have loosened up a bit by now, but it doesn't seem to be happening."

"Well keep working at it!" Tristan instructed.

Having skinned the briefs right down his boy's legs, Tristan leaned forwards to devour the lad's penis, sucking it hungrily. In response, Andrew stroked Tristan's hair, basking in the wonderful sensations his daddy was giving him.

"Oooh, Daddy," he warned, "I'm nearly cumming!"

Immediately, Tristan pulled off, licking his lips. He stood up. Without waiting to be asked, Andrew undid the front of his daddy's jeans and tugged them down. Having also lowered Tristan's boxer shorts, Andrew knelt on the floor and went down on his daddy's cock. He sucked it eagerly, as though he was trying to bury his nose in the man's pubic hair.

"Mmmmmm!" Tristan repeated, delighted by his son's proficiency. "You are very good at this!"

In fact, even though Andrew couldn't take his whole length, after barely a minute, Tristan felt a familiar stirring in his groin.

"Okay!" he ordered. "You can stop now."

Pulling away, Andrew quickly got to his feet.

"Bend over the desk," Tristan instructed.

With Andrew in position, he knelt down behind. Separating the lad's buttocks, he thrust his tongue onto the youngster's rosebud. He licked it forcefully, pushing his way right inside. After a couple of minutes, he pulled away, his tongue aching.

"A good fucking is exactly what you need!" he rasped.

"Yes, Daddy!"

Retrieving the K-Y from its hiding place, Tristan quickly worked some into the boy's anus, before spreading some over the areas to either side. Getting to his feet, he slathered another dollop over his cock.

"Are you ready?" he demanded.

"Oh yes, Daddy! Make me your boy!"

Tristan found the injunction a little odd. Andrew was his boy, in every possible way. Even so, it would do no harm to reinforce the message. Shuffling in close, he guided his penis onto its target. After taking a deep breath, he executed a well-directed thrust, penetrating the boy instantly.

"Oh, yes!" he breathed, placing his hands around the tops of Andrew's thighs. "This is what you need!"

With steady determination, he drew the lad onto him until his pubic bone was pressed tight against his son's bottom.

"Good boy, Andrew!" he cooed. "You've taken it all!"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"So what d'you want now?"

"I want you to fuck your spunk into me!"

"Oh, you sexy boy! That's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to fill your boy-hole with my daddy-cream!"

He got to work, quickly building up the pace until he hit the perfect rhythm, fucking the boy remorselessly.

Bent submissively over the desk, Andrew moaned and whimpered, the sensations of exquisite pleasure driving him almost delirious. In the two years since he'd lost his cherry, he'd quickly come to love being fucked, and nobody did it better than his daddy. He was desperate to cum, but that, he knew, would have to wait.

"Oooh, Oooh!" he moaned. "Oh, Daddy! This is so good! Please Daddy! Shoot your spunk into me!"

"Not long now!" Tristan advised. "Here it comes!"

Tightening his grip on Andrew's thighs, he thrust right in. His cock jerked wildly, volley after volley of hot, creamy semen spurting deep into his older son's bottom.

"That was what you wanted, wasn't it?" he gasped.

"Oh yes, Daddy!"

After taking a few seconds to regain his composure, Tristan carefully withdrew. In one seamless movement, he resumed his previous position, kneeling on the floor.

"Turn around!" he ordered.

As Andrew turned to face him, Tristan plunged down on his boy's twitching penis. It was over in seconds, the youngster's tangy boy-juice coating his daddy's tongue. After gulping it down, Tristan let him go.

"I think we both needed that," he said, smiling.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

With Mrs Calder in the house, the evening passed quietly. Tristan and the boys sat in the kitchen playing cards. Andrew and Finlay were experienced players; it had been part of their growing up. By contrast, Kane had hardly ever played cards, but being very bright, with a little advice from Tristan, he quickly picked it up.

Tristan was impressed. Although Kane might be a ruffian and a risk-taker, he certainly wasn't stupid. He was exactly the sort of friend that Finlay needed.

At quarter to ten, the two younger boys were sent to bed. There were no protests. When Alison checked on them half an hour later, they were both in their respective beds, preparing to go to sleep.

"Goodnight boys!" she said warmly. "Sleep well!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

When Finlay awoke, the sun was already streaming around the curtains. He checked the time. It was twenty to six, a little later than usual, but then, they'd had a very full day.

But now he was wide awake and ready for action. He looked across at Kane, who appeared to be fast asleep. Getting out of bed, Finlay quietly opened the bedroom door and padded along to the bathroom. After a pee and a quick wash, he returned to find Kane still dead to the world.

That wouldn't do, Finlay decided. Kneeling down, he gently pulled back the covers on Kane's bed. The boy was sleeping in a pair of loose-fitting pyjama shorts. Locating the opening, Finlay carefully extracted his friend's erect penis. Leaning across, he took it into his mouth and began to suck.

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Kane harumphed. Shaking himself awake, he opened his eyes. "Bloody hell! Couldn't you wait?"

"This is your early morning call," Finlay told him.

"I need a piss!" Kane responded.

"No problem! You know where it is."

Dragging himself out of bed, Kane made his way to the bathroom. Returning a few minutes later, he found Finlay, also dressed in shorts, lying on top of his bed.

"D'you want to get naked?" Finlay suggested.

Kane grinned and nodded.

"Okay," Finlay said. "On the count of three: one, two, three!"

Shorts were summarily discarded.

"Right, now get on here!" Finlay ordered.

Grinning, Kane lay down next to him. Without any prompting, they turned to face each other, their bodies grinding together, their hard dicks rubbing against each other. Kane was in his element. He loved close physical contact. It was always the starting point for him to want to go further.

They began by fondling each other's boy-parts. Becoming bolder and hornier, they took turns to suck each other's cock. Finally, they moved into a sixty-nine, each boy using his fingers to stimulate the sensitive area behind his friend's immature balls.

Feeling himself getting close, Kane pulled away.

"Why did you stop?" Finlay demanded.

"I was nearly there. I want to make it last."

"Okay. Can I bum you then?"

"We tried that at school. You kept slipping out."

"That's because we were worried about the other lads seeing what we're doing. It's okay; I know what to do now. Drew showed me."

"Have you got any lube?"

"Of course!" Finlay answered, producing a tube of K-Y.

"Cool!" Kane conceded. "How d'you want me?"

"Get on all-fours, with your knees and feet apart."

Kane got into position. Behind him, Finlay knelt between the blond boy's feet.

"Now push your bum back until I tell you," Finlay instructed.

Moving his hands back a step at a time, Kane slowly brought his body into a sort of Z-shape.

"Now stop there!" Finlay directed, as the tip of his prick lined up with his friend's boy-hole.

Squeezing out some K-Y, Finlay carefully worked the slippery gel into Kane's rosebud. Extracting a little more, he smeared it over his cock. During the latter half of the summer term, Kane had fucked him several times. However, all Finlay's attempts to return the favour had failed, as he'd not been able to keep his prick inside his friend's bum.

But now, with the benefit of Andrew's guidance, he was finally going to do it. He moved into position, his heart pounding as he guided his dick onto his friend's starfish.

"Now push out like you're having a poo!" he ordered.

As Kane pushed back, he thrust forwards. For a moment, there was an impasse. Then, his dick suddenly forced its way inside. The feelings were overwhelming. Kane's anal ring was so warm and so tight; he'd never experienced anything like it.

But it wasn't a purely physical thing. He had an enormous sense of triumph, knowing that his penis was finally buried in his friend's bum. He glanced down to make sure. There it was, no more than a quarter of an inch of his dick still visible where it had entered Kane's body.

Kane took several deep breaths, willing his rosebud to relax. At the moment of penetration, he'd winced quite noticeably, shocked by the sharpness of the intrusion.

`It's not a problem,' he told himself. `Stuart Harrington and my cousin Ethan are much bigger, and I took them okay. This is the first time Finn's got it right in. He must have gone a bit too fast. I'll be fine once he gets going.'

Holding Kane around the hips, Finlay got to work. Within seconds, he was jack-hammering in and out of his friend's boy-hole, the sensations transporting him to a level of sexual pleasure he never knew existed.

Kane was enjoying it too, the pain of entry having been overcome by the wonderful sensations his friend's penis was giving him. If only it was a bit bigger, it'd be even better!

By this point, Finlay understood. This was why boys loved to fuck; why his Daddy loved to fuck. It was simply the best thing possible! All too soon, he felt his orgasm start to build.

"Oooh!" he groaned, his breathing harsh and irregular. "It's coming! It's coming!"

More than on any previous occasion, he felt certain that he was going to pee. In the event, although its intensity far outstripped any of the earlier ones, his orgasm was still totally dry. As it slowly subsided, he carefully pulled out, his penis so sensitive, he couldn't bear to touch it.

"Ohhh!" he gasped, rolling onto his back. "That was fantastic!"

"It was pretty good for me too!" Kane admitted, lying down to face him. "What are we doing this morning?"

"I'm not sure. We'll probably go out into the woods again unless Drew has any other ideas."

"D'you think he'd want to do that to me?"

"Yeah, probably. Do you want him to?"

"Yeah!"

"Why don't you ask him, then?"

"Is that okay?"

"Of course! It's always okay to ask!"

"I just thought you might want him to do you again."

"We can do that anytime. You're only here for a few days."

"Cool! Can I do you now; I mean, when you've recovered a bit."

"Sure! Of course you can!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was ten o'clock when the boys arrived at their hiding place in the woods. Designating the area as `an adventure playground' had been a smoke-screen. Although on occasion it was used for a whole range of games, Tristan's main purpose had been to give the boys somewhere that, at least during the warmer weather, they could carry on their sexual activities away from their mother's gaze.

Taking a deep breath, Kane took Andrew to one side.

"This morning," he suggested quietly. "I wondered if you'd like to fuck me instead of Finn."

"Would you like that?" Andrew queried.

"Yeah!"

"Have you taken it before then?"

"Yeah. During half term, my cousin Ethan stayed with us. He's thirteen. They live in Malaysia. It's too far to go home just for a week. He got me into it. Then just before the end of term, I went with Stuart Harrington from Year Eight."

"Oh, right!" Andrew replied, taking care not to let on that Finlay had already told him.

Having seen the lad in the showers after rugby training a few months earlier, Andrew knew that Stuart Harrington was bigger than he was. He suspected that Kane's thirteen-year old cousin probably was too, and so size wouldn't be a problem.

"That sounds good to me!" he added, smiling.

"Earlier on," Finlay interjected excitedly, "before anyone else was up, I bummed Kane; then he bummed me!"

"And did you actually manage to do it this time?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah! I did what you said. It was fantastic!"

"It's even better when you can cum!" Andrew said, grinning. "Okay, let's get started!"

"Why don't we get naked?" Finlay asked.

"We can if you want," Andrew responded, noting that it was definitely warm enough.

Taking the initiative, Kane positioned himself in front of Andrew and began to help the older boy undress. Although surprised by how forward Kane was, Andrew certainly wasn't complaining. Two could play that game, he realised, eagerly returning the favour.

"What about me?" Finlay demanded.

"We'll get to you in a minute!" Kane told him, focusing his efforts on removing Andrew's shorts.

Seconds later, the older boy was fully undressed. Kneeling on the ground, Andrew reached up to remove Kane's briefs. As he did so, he ran his hands over the ten-year old's beautiful bottom. The feel of it gave him goosebumps. It was boy-perfection!

Immediately, Kane and Andrew turned their attentions to Finlay, quickly removing the smaller boy's clothes.

"Okay," Andrew said quietly, calming things down. "There's no need to rush. We've got loads of time."

Over the next half hour, they stroked, they fondled, and they humped. But mainly, they sucked, playing piggy-in-the-middle in a variety of positions, with each of them taking their turn to be the pig.

The first time that Andrew was in the middle, he was sucked by Kane, while he worked on his brother. On the next rotation, the younger boys swapped places. With Finlay sucking his dick, Andrew devoured Kane's penis, his hands roaming eagerly over the ten-year old's bottom.

As a result of his visits to The Syndicate, Andrew had lots of experience of this type of coupling, but none of them had turned him on as much as this one. It was, he decided, almost as close to heaven as he was going to get. Almost, but not quite; the last crucial step would happen a few minutes later.

Finally, they were there. Kane bent over the tree-trunk, just as he'd seen Finlay do the previous day. Andrew took a deep breath, contemplating his next move. In the end, the temptation was too strong to resist. Kneeling down, he carefully parted Kane's bum-cheeks, leaned forwards and began to lap at the boy's rosebud.

"Oh, fuck!" Kane moaned. "You're licking my bum-hole!"

"And you like it, don't you?" Andrew challenged.

"Oh yeah! Man! It feels epic!"

Standing to one side, Finlay giggled quietly. Kane was going wild!

After a minute or so, Andrew pulled away. After getting to his feet, he took the K-Y from the pocket of his shorts and began to work some into Kane's boy-hole. With the task completed, he let his fingers slide out.

"Stand up for a moment," he instructed. "You know what this is for?" he added, squeezing some K-Y onto Kane's fingers.

"Sure!" Kane responded, slathering it over Andrew's cock.

"Right!" Andrew directed. "Back as you were! Finn, get on the other side of the tree-trunk."

"I want to see you stick it in first!" Finlay countered.

Although determined not to show it, Kane was a little apprehensive. Before this morning, he hadn't been penetrated since the last time Stuart Harrington had fucked him, almost four weeks previously. Earlier that morning, the speed of Finlay's entry had taken him by surprise. He hoped that this one would be easier.

As Andrew's cock probed his starfish, he pushed out, trying to relax as much as possible. After a couple of seconds, he felt a sharp little jolt as the head popped into him, the pain disappearing within a second. Kane was delighted. That was how it ought to be done!

"Are you okay?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah!" Kane confirmed. "It's good!"

"Great! Tell me when you're ready to take some more."

"You can do it now. Just push it in nice and slow."

With Finlay watching intently, Andrew held the tops of Kane's thighs. He pushed very steadily, his penis slowly disappearing into the ten-year old's boy hole. He was ecstatic, savouring every nuance and contour, revelling in the warmth and tightness of the velvety sheath that was gripping his cock.

Mark and Hayden, the two boys from The Syndicate, and Trent, the lad he'd fucked at the headmaster's house, were all used to taking adult cocks. They were tight enough, but not as tight as he'd have liked. At the other extreme, Finlay was almost too tight, the texture of his boy-hole rather unforgiving.

Having only been fucked by two thirteen-year olds, Kane's sex-tunnel was total perfection. Andrew couldn't imagine anything feeling as good as this did.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Kane was equally delighted. Although he'd thoroughly enjoyed his experiences with Ethan and Stuart, they had been quite challenging. This time, apart from a little stab of pain no worse than an injection, he'd taken Andrew's dick with no discomfort at all. As he waited for the fun part to begin, he just felt warm and full.

"Sure!" he responded.

Having watched the whole thing, Finlay quickly clambered over the tree-trunk, wishing for a moment that he'd left his trainers on.

"Come on, Finn!" Andrew called.

Quickly positioning himself in front of his friend, Finlay pushed his dick between Kane's lips. Looking up, he grinned at his brother. As soon as he began to move, Andrew knew that this was everything he'd been hoping for. The ten-year old's boy-hole was beautifully tight, yet remarkably soft and pliable, the sensations coursing through his boy-parts quite indescribable. If there was such a thing as a perfect fuck, this would be it.

Kane was in ecstasy. With not a hint of discomfort to distract him, the only feelings he was experiencing were ones of undiluted pleasure as the twelve-year old's rock-hard penis thrust repeatedly over that magic spot deep inside him.

Without really thinking about it, Andrew reached down. Wrapping his fingers around Kane's throbbing prick, he began to wank him. Within seconds, the younger boy shuddered violently. With a supreme effort of will he managed not to bite Finlay's dick as his penis came to life in Andrew's hand, his rosebud going into spasm around the twelve-year old's thrusting cock.

"Oh, fuck!" Andrew gasped, instinctively tightening his grip on Kane's thighs. Almost before he knew it, he was pumping jet after jet of watery boy-juice deep into the younger lad's bottom.

A few seconds later, he carefully pulled out, on the biggest high he'd ever experienced. Cloud nine didn't even come close.

"Fuck!" he breathed. "That was amazing!" He looked down at Kane, who was pulling off Finlay's cock. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, man!" Kane responded; his face wreathed in the most beautiful smile Andrew had ever seen. "That was, like, the best ever!"

"Really?" Andrew queried.

"Totally!"

"I didn't get to cum!" Finlay complained, clambering back over the tree-trunk.

"Come here," Andrew ordered. "I'll soon sort that out!"

Kneeling on the ground, he went down on his brother's penis, sucking it hungrily until he felt it swelling and pulsing in his mouth.

"Better now?" he demanded, looking up.

"Yeah!"

"Good!"

He got to his feet. "I still can't believe how good that was!" he said dreamily, a faraway expression on his face.

"Me neither!" Kane agreed, grinning from ear to ear.

They began to dress.

"Tell Andrew what you said about Mr Glanville," Finlay said.

"What was that?" Andrew asked.

"Several times when he's been on sleeping-in duty, he's asked me to go to his room `because he's got something to show me'," Kane said, looking uncomfortable. "What he really meant was that he wanted to get into my underpants! I could see the bulge in his shorts!"

"If a boy is happy to have sex with him, that's fine," Andrew said firmly. "But he shouldn't be approaching boys like that. I'll have a word with Daddy. It won't happen again!"

"Really?" Kane queried.

"Daddy and Mr Robertson were at school together," Andrew said, referring to their headmaster. "I'll ask Daddy to call him. Mr Robertson will deal with it."

"Drew, do you go with Mr Glanville?" Finlay asked.

"Yeah, Sunday evenings. But that's fine; I like having sex with older guys. He's not that old in any case, probably about ten years younger than Daddy. And there are at least two other boys that he's going with, so there's no excuse for him to be twisting Kane's arm."

Kane struggled to get his head around it. Compared with the families that he and his parents knew, the Calders did seem very strange. But he wasn't complaining. They'd showed him far more understanding than most people did. Their strangeness suited him just fine.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

As soon as they were dressed, they cycled back to the house. Andrew was still somewhere else, a magical land that only he and Kane inhabited. Having locked up their bikes in the garage, they made their way inside.

"Would you come to my room for a couple of minutes," Andrew asked, addressing himself directly to Kane. "There's something I'd like to ask you."

"Sure!" Kane answered, smiling.

"Can I come too?" Finlay demanded.

"Finn!" Andrew snapped. "I want to have a word with Kane on his own. It won't take long. If we're more than five minutes, you have my full permission to barge in! Okay?"

"Okay," Finlay conceded, recognising that he'd probably pushed his brother a little further than was advisable.

Andrew ushered Kane into his room closing the door behind them.

"Well?" Kane asked, grinning.

"When we get back to school," Andrew said quietly. "I'll be a prefect. I'll also be in the rugby team. That means I'll be allowed to have a younger friend. We'll be able to `do things' together. I'd really like you to be my younger friend, if you're interested, of course."

"Really?" Kane asked.

"Absolutely!"

"Deal!" Kane said, sticking out his hand, a big grin on his face.

"Deal!" Andrew echoed. Taking the younger boy's hand, he drew him into a hug. "There will probably be several boys in my position who'd like you to be their younger friend," he said with disarming honesty.

"I don't care!" Kane responded. "I don't think any of them will be able to make me feel as good as you do!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was quarter past four when Andrew made his way down to his daddy's office.

"Andrew!" Tristan greeted, swinging around from his computer screen. "Good to see you! I must say, you've been looking especially pleased with life today. I noticed at lunchtime. You weren't actually bouncing off the walls, but you were getting pretty close! Has something happened?"

"Yes, Daddy!" Andrew enthused.

Over the next few minutes, he recounted the adventures that they'd been involved in that morning.

"It was just so perfect!" he concluded. "I've never felt anything as good as that! But d'you know what the best part was?"

"No," Tristan said, his eyes twinkling. "But I suspect you're about to tell me."

"Kane loved it as much as I did! He said it was the best ever! Anyway, when we got back here, I asked him if he'd like to be my younger friend when we go back to school. He said yes! We shook hands on it right there!"

"That's excellent! I'm really pleased for you! You told me that Kane's taken it before?"

"Yes, Daddy. He's been with a boy at school who's just left, and he's been with his cousin, who's the same age."

"So they're probably a bit bigger than you?"

"Yes, Daddy. The boy who was at our school certainly is."

"Very interesting! Let's think about who you're comparing him to. Which other boys have you gone all the way with?"

"Mark and Haydon at The Syndicate, Trent Whitlock, the boy who's Mr Robertson's favourite, and Finlay."

"The first three are all used to taking considerably bigger cocks than yours," Tristan suggested.

"Yes, Daddy. And Finn's so tight, it's not actually that comfortable."

"Unfortunately, Finlay's all skin and bone, and there isn't even very much of that," Tristan said sadly. "Now let's think about who Kane is comparing you with. I'm guessing he found taking these older boys a bit uncomfortable. You, on the other hand, were big enough to give him the stimulation he needed, without stretching him too much. That's what you call a win-win situation!"

"Going back to Finn," Andrew said. "I think it's going to be too much of a jump for him to go straight from my cock to yours."

"Yes," Tristan said thoughtfully. "I think you're probably right. Do you have any ideas how we might get round that?"

"Well, Daddy, now that Kane's going to have an older friend, Finn will want one too. I was thinking of asking Rob Howden if he'd like to be Finn's older friend."

"Rob being your best friend, who's about to become rugby captain?"

"Yes Daddy. He's a bit bigger than me."

"Will he go for it?"

"I think he probably will. Finn's cute enough; he's just small. And he'll be on the touchline every time we play, shouting us on. Rob will really appreciate that."

"Well, it sounds like it's worth asking," Tristan observed. "D'you think he'll bridge the gap between you and me?"

"I'm not sure," Andrew admitted. "But there is one other thing we might try. You've heard about the new games master, Mr Glanville?"

"Yes, a gentleman of our persuasion, I understand?"

"Yes, Daddy. I've been with him a few times. The thing is, he's sort of small and wiry. He's not all that big down there either; bigger than Rob, but not as big as you. I thought if after Finn had been with Rob for a few weeks, he could start going with Mr Glanville as well. I think that'd work."

"Well done! I'll have a word with Mr Robertson, and see what we can arrange."

"While you're talking to him, there is something else you might like to mention. Mr Glanville's been trying to persuade Kane to visit him in the sleeping-in room."

"Oh dear! That won't do at all!" Tristan declared. "It's okay for him to go with volunteers, as long as he's discreet about it, but it has to stop there. Mr Robertson will be most displeased! Leave it with me. I'll need to have a word with Kane, just so that I'm sure exactly what went on, but don't worry, I'll make sure we get it sorted!"

"Thanks, Daddy! You're the best!"

"And now I've got some news for you. Tomorrow, Mummy's going to an environmental conference in London. She'll be gone all day. I've invited Brad to come over. He'll bring Craig with him. In the morning, Brad and I have some business to discuss. I assume that you three will be happy to keep Craig entertained?"

"Yes, Daddy! That'll be great!"

"After lunch, Brad and I would like to take up a little of your time, and Craig's time. That won't involve the two younger lads, of course."

"Yes Daddy. That's not a problem; I like Brad!"

"Excellent! Just one final thing. On Friday afternoon, your mum has a meeting at the community centre. If possible, I'd like the four of us to have a get together, probably in your bedroom. Would you sound out Kane for me? You'll need to make it clear that he doesn't have to do it. If he does agree to be there, we'll respect whatever limits he sets. I won't even touch him if he doesn't want me to."

"Okay, Daddy!"[1] I'll ask him."

Moving a little closer, Andrew took his daddy's hand, placing it on the front of his shorts.

"Hmmm!" Tristan purred. "You sexy boy! You're hard again! You'd better lock the door!"