Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2009 22:51:49 +0000
From: alex.carbine@sky.com
Subject: Devon knows how they make them so creamy 11

Chapter 11.

The next day.

Following their encounter with Roland they sunbathed in the dunes until
about 5 p.m. and then went back to the van.  Showering themselves they then
relaxed watching TV until about 7 p.m. when they went up to the Restaurant
for a meal. A tablr had been reserved and they were served with the utmost
civility, they being the Owner's guest. Their needs were simple and
although off menu, the Chef met their order without a qualm. A very tired
two walked back to the van, satiated and truly knackered - it had been a
full first day. Stripping off they fell into bed, and to sleep, with Jon
curled round Andy, two boys at ease with themselves and the world.

The next day arrived as a bit of a shock, as, the first thing they knew was
a knock at their van's door. Jon who had investigated the control panel on
the wall near his bedhead the previous day, pushed the door intercom and
sleepily asked who was there. " It's Evan from the shop with your milk and
News Paper, plus the rest of the stores that I could not deliver
yesterday." " Great," said Jon looking at the clock on the wall, it was
8.45 a.m., " Let yourself in and do whatever you have to do. Is that O.K?"
"Sure," chirped Evan, and that was that. They heard him enter the van, then
the kitchen, and then the cupboards. Then there was a silence, until a
light knock at the partially open bedroom door. Andy's back was still
surrounded by Jon and the two were under a thin duvet (which the Swedish
wisely call 'A Fuckunder').  "Yeah?" called Jon and Evan looked round the
door at them.

Evan was about 17 year old and he was surprised to find the two laying as
they were. He stepped into the room and they could see he was wearing a
skimpy piece of swimwear, ( 'snap' from the Tendenze collection ) which he
filled to capacity. " I've put everything away for you, Sir," he said, "Is
there anything else I can do, anything at all?" Andy, who was never
backward at comming forward, flung the duvet back, and lay on his back,
revealing his hard cock. "Well my morning wood needs a suck!" Jon started
to laugh and then so did Evan, who answered, "He must be a problem to you!"
" You have no idea," answered Jon, " I even have to sleep with him to stop
him getting up to things in the night!" At that moment Evan's thickening
cockhead peeped out to one side of the pouch of his swimsuit. "Maybe we can
solve each other's problems?" asked Andy. Evan came up to the bed and
climbed on, 69ing with Andy. Andy pulled Evan's thong to one side and
started licking his brown bum hole, whilst Evan enveloped Andy's stiff
morning pipe with his mouth.

Jon got out of bed and went for a pee in the 'en suite' next door. When he
came back Evan was thrusting up Andy's shite shute, his legs in the air,
held by Evan. "You're such a whore, Andy!" said Jon. " I've been awake
almost an hour and you have'nt done me yet. Got to get it where I can!"
came the answer. Jon left them fucking and went into the kitchen. He boiled
the kettle and made three cups of coffee, all the while listening to Andy's
commentary of " Oh Yeah! Fuck! Get in there deeper! Make those balls slap
my bum! No! Yes! Cum inside me. Oh Yeah! Keep it cumming! God that feels
good! Is that it? Let me suck you clean!" Then it was not long before they
joined Jon, both with cocks at half lob. "Whoa there!" said Jon to Andy,
"If you are going to sit on these stools, put kichen paper on them first!"
Andy complied before perching on a stool at the breakfast bar.

"Do you normally bring the stuff to the vans?" asked Jon of Evan. " Only
for the elderly and special guests. An' you being Mr. H's nephew..." "Yeah,
I know, be nice to the Owner's nephew," said Jon. " Well we all owe a great
deal to Mr. H. Gays can't get good jobs in this area. There are few enough
jobs around here anyway. So workin' in this Camp is really worth while. "
"And this morning? Anything to do with keeping your job?" asked Andy a bit
harshly. "No way. It's great to have a bit of fresh meat," said Evan
enthusiastically, " if you know what I mean," he said, his voice tailing
off, slightly embarassed. "S'OK." smiled Andy. "I love being a bottom, my
preference, and you were a good top too!" "Well I suppose I must get
on. Ring 06 if you want anything. You don't even have to buy anything!" and
with that he finished his coffee, adjusted his swim costume, and was out
the door with a cheery wave and a 'Byeeeee'.

"Go and clean yourself up. We're off to the beach for the morning." With
that Jon went in to the bedroom to select his swimwear for the walk through
the camp. he chose an X3D SwimsuitThong in Caribbean Blue which he had been
looking at a few days earlier on ergowear.com, and he was just looking at
himself in the long mirror when Andy came in from the shower. "Christ!
That's hot! Do you think I've got one like that?" Looking through his
drawers he found one exactly the same and the two walked don to the beach
looking like twins.

"Got to have a pee," said Andy as they passed the Toilet block. Through the
door they turned left into the Men's Toilet. A coloured gent was standing
at the middle of the urinal wall, naked and mid leak. The boys put their
beach bags down and stripped off their swim trunks, gave their jewels a
scratch and then went to stand either side of the coloured. Both the boys
began to pee, whilst giving the coloured's cock a quick look. For his part
the coloured turned first to Jon and gave him a smile and a nod, and then
to Andy, again with a smile and a nod. He then resumed looking at the wall
infront of him, but the boys continued to look at his cock. It was 10
inches, soft and cut. All three dried up peeing but they all kept standing
there. The coloured looked down at Jon's cock and then at Andy's cock then
down at his own. He started to slowly run his right hand up and down the
length a couple of times. From Jon's point of view he could see both the
thickening black cock and Andy's at half mast. As he watched the black cock
continued to thicken and lengthen without any help from the coloured man's
hands. Jon felt his own cock stiffen, until it was rock hard, like Andy's,
but the black cock continued to get bigger and longer. Jon was aware of
Andy bending slightly at the hip and looking at the cock in
amazement. Finally the black man seemed to be happy with his erection and
started to slowly wank it with his right hand.

Andy was slightly shaking his head to Jon, who had nodded to Andy a silent
"What about it?" when the man turned and, holding his cock, walked out of
the room. They followed, and were just in time to see him walk through the
Rest Room area door. They waited for the door to self-close and then burst
into quiet laughter. "Haven't seen anything that big is real life,"
whispered Andy. "You up for it?" asked Jon. "Don't know. Probably rip me in
half!" said Andy, "But I'll give it a try."

They went through the door and walked down the corridoor of rest rooms. All
were wide open except for one, which was partially closed. They walked by
and saw the negro was lying on his back on the bunk bed, still wanking
himself slowly with his right hand. Jon went up to the table at the end of
the corridoor and took several packets of lube from the 'sweety bowl'
there. Returning to his friend he gestured 'after you' and followed Andy
into the occupied room. The black stopped wanking and put his hand by his
side. Without a word Andy leaned over and tried to take the big purple head
into his mouth, just managing to get his hand round the shaft and the head
into his mouth. For a couple of minuted Andy slid his hand up and down the
shaft and moved his tongue over the bulbous head. Then he climbed up onto
the bunk and kneeled either side of the black hips. Shuffling up the body
he finally got the head pressing on his boy-hole. Jon opened a couple of
lube packets and proceeded to apply one to the cock and most of the
contents of the other into his friend's anal canal, the opening of which
had been loosened by Evan earlier. With his hands on his bum cheeks to open
his hole, Andy slowly leaned back onto the head, Jon holding the rigid cock
to maintain Andy's aim.

With a conscious thought, Andy relaxed his sphincter, imaging he was having
a crap, a constipated crap. With his weight behind him, slowly the glans
forced its' way in the hole, until it was all in, giving Andy a rest. The
coloured man gave Andy's screwed up face a smile as encouragement, but did
not move at all. After relaxing 30 seconds, Andy resumed pushing his body
down on the flagpole of a cock, so as to get as much in himself as
possible. Jon now squirted more lubricant at the place where ring met cock,
letting it dribble down the veined cock. At about halfway, Andy stopped
bearing down and started to lift himself up, revealing the actual amount he
had taken. From the circle of lubricant on the cock to where Andy's ring
was must have been 6 inches and the head had not appeared yet. Another inch
and a half and the head popped out. Andy let his breath hiss out and looked
at the coloured's face. "Bend over the bed and I'll fuck you," said the
coloured. "You know now you can take me."

Andy climbed slowly off the man and Jon helped him to the floor. The man
then swung his legs round over the bunk edge, his cockhead standing half
way up his chest, just under his athletic man-breasts. He jumped to the
floor, spun Andy so he was facing the bunk and pushed his head down so that
he bent at the hips. These he held in each hand and pointed his cock at
Andy's bright red, open hole. Pulling Andy to him, his cock slid into the
boy easier, and, after giving Andy a slight rest, began an easy
fuckstroke. Jon put his hand between the man's legs and felt first the
man's low slung balls in their sack , and then got two fingers either side
of the cock as it slid in and out of his friend. Then, with his fingers
slick with lube he felt the man's hole, slipping two fingers into
it. Manoevering them around he was able to slide up far enough to stroke
his prostrate. The man gave a grunt and his spincter clenched, almost
breaking Jon's fingers. Jon perservered, and in under a minute the man's
ring was pulsing around Jon's fingers as he pumped spunk into Andy's
bum. He gave twelve distinctly hard contractions, before slowing his stroke
to almost nothing. Jon dropped to his knees and watched as the white milk
oozed out around the cock, until the man withdrew his cock altogether and,
turning to Jon, let him suck the white fluid from his knob. Jon watched as
Andy gave a push and the ejaculate was forced from within him, dripping to
the floor to make a puddle of cum. When the coloured was happy his cock was
clean, he just nodded gravely, and in a deep, baritone voice said to the
boys,"Hmmmm! That was good!" He then turned and exited the room.

By the time the boys were ready to follow him, they found that he had
already gone from the building. "Typical!" said Andy. "Gone! And never
called me Mother!"


More cum another day......