An Unexpected Bonus

By Pink Panther

Here I am again with a new story for you! This story involves multiple scenes of sexual activity among underage boys. If that is not what you want to read, or if it's illegal for you to read this type of material where you live, please leave the page now. Neither I nor Nifty can be held responsible for any consequences that might arise from you reading this story. Okay, that's got the disclaimer out of the way! Now read on and enjoy!

Chapter One

Garrick

The summer term's drawing to a close. I'm just about to complete Seventh Grade. Over the past couple of weeks, the atmosphere at home has become very awkward. When term ends, we're going to Florida for two weeks. I'm really looking forward to it. The problem is that I don't know what's going to happen after that.

Every summer, Mom and Dad are involved in organising a major tech industry symposium. For the past three years, they've packed me off to summer camp while they were working on it. But this year, they're not going to do that, or at least that's what they've said.

I'm seriously pissed. I had a great time at camp, right from the first time I went. But last year, we'd been back at home for about a week when rumours started flying around about the sort of things that had been going on. I'm talking about sex; boys with each other, and boys with some of the camp counsellors. There were even some reports claiming that this type of thing was common in lots of boys' summer camps, not just the one I was at.

Mom and Dad were horrified. They said that they'd never allow me to go to camp again. I protested that I hadn't been involved and didn't even know it was happening. I don't know whether they believed me or not. All they said was that it wouldn't alter their decision.

Anyway, with only a few weeks to go, Mom and Dad still haven't told me what I'll be doing while they're working on the symposium. I guess there's a chance that they'll allow me to stay at home. That would be pretty cool. Over the past few months, I've hooked up with a couple of boys from school. Of course, we'll have to be careful, but if I'm staying here, we'll have plenty of opportunities to get together.

But somehow, I don't see that happening. Most of the time, I get on great with Mom and Dad. But when I was younger, I didn't always react very well when they wouldn't let me do something I wanted to do, or they insisted on me doing something I didn't want to do. So they've put off telling me about this because they know I won't like what they're going to say.

Well, there's only one thing for it; I'll have to ask them. Before heading into the lounge, I give myself a good talking-to. We live in Palo Alto, on the edge of Silicon Valley, which is where Mom and Dad work. Dad's a senior developer and Mom's a marketing executive, both for the same major tech company, so I go to a great school, I have some really good friends, and I get everything I actually need. All in all, my life is pretty sweet.

More than that, I'm thirteen now, nearly fourteen in fact. So, it doesn't matter what they have planned for me. I have to stay calm. I'm not going to throw a hissy-fit; it'll just make things worse. I take a deep breath and make my way through. Mom's not there, but Dad's sitting in his armchair, reading.

"Dad," I ask. "Can I have a chat with you, please?"

"Sure," he says, looking up.

"When we get back from Florida, what am I going to be doing?"

"Ah, yes! I need to talk to you about that," he says, smiling. "Take a seat!" he adds, pointing to the sofa.

"Well?" I demand, sitting down go face him.

"We've decided that you should go to England to stay with your gran and granddad."

I knew it was going to be bad news! That's why they haven't told me before. I'm devastated. Gran and Granddad are Dad's parents. They're really nice, but they're both over sixty and live in this seriously quiet neighborhood. The last time we stayed with them, I didn't meet any kids even close to my age. Spending almost three weeks there is going to be so boring!

"Dad!" I protest. "Couldn't I just stay here?"

"No, you can't," he says, quietly but firmly. "That isn't going to work. In any case, Gran and Granddad haven't seen you since you were nine. And it's only for a few weeks."

"I don't know why I can't go to camp," I grumble. "I told you I wasn't involved in what was going on."

"Garrick," Dad says calmly, "we've had this conversation before. Your Mom and I don't think it's appropriate for you to be in an environment where that sort of thing is happening, whether you're involved or not."

Of course, he has no idea about some of the things that have been going on in my bedroom, just a few yards away, while he and Mom have been at work.

"But there aren't any kids even close to my age where Gran and Grandpa live," I argue.

"Actually, I have some good news on that front," Dad says, smiling again. "Gran and Granddad have some new next-door neighbours. They have a son, Matthew. I believe he's a year younger than you. They've arranged for you and Matthew to hang out together while you're there."

"But I've never even met him!" I protest.

"Well, from what I've been told, he attends a grammar school. That's a school where you have to pass an exam to get in, so he's obviously fairly bright. As well as that, he plays soccer and goes swimming, just like you do. Most important of all, your gran and granddad speak very highly of him. That'll do for me!"

"I guess," I respond quietly.

"Garrick," Dad says, sitting forward in his seat. "We need you to go into this with a positive attitude. Your gran has put quite a bit of effort into arranging this because she wants you to have a good time while you're there. But you have to play your part, and we won't be very pleased if we find out you haven't. May I also remind you that your gran and granddad brought me up, as well as your Uncle Rob, and I think we turned out okay. So they do know a bit about looking after teenage boys!"

"Yes, Dad," I concede. "I'll do my best; I promise."

"Good lad!" he says, smiling again. "That's what I wanted to hear!"

He's right, of course. Mom and Dad have set this up for me. Now I need to act like a grown-up and make the best of it. I know that there's virtually no chance that Matthew will want to have sex with me, but it's not the end of the world. For those few weeks, I'll just have to manage without.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Matthew

"Matthew!" Mum calls from the kitchen.

"Yes, Mum?" I respond, wandering through.

"There's something I need to tell you," she says, sounding very business-like. "I've been talking to Mrs Thompson. It seems that a couple of days after we get back from France, her grandson, who lives in America, will be coming to stay with them for three weeks. He's thirteen. Anyway, she asked if it would be okay for him to hang out with you while he's here. I told her we'd be happy to help."

I don't answer, but my face must have said it for me. That is totally not what I wanted to hear!

"Matthew!" Mum snaps. "I don't know what you're sulking for! Mr and Mrs Thompson are the best neighbours we've ever had! They've been really helpful, especially when we first moved in, and on several occasions since. This is the least we can do!"

She's right, of course. The Thompsons are great people, Mrs Thompson especially. Back when we first came here, she calmed my fears about starting at a new school, assuring me that it would all work out okay, which it did. She's still the same now, always encouraging me to do the best I can at whatever I'm doing. It's a bit like having an extra grandma.

"Okay Mom!" I agree, putting on the best face I can manage. "It'll be okay for Jake to join us, won't it?"

"Of course!" she assures me. "I can't see any problem with that!"

Jake's one of my classmates. We're not actually boyfriends, but we are friends, and we love having sex! Our plan was that after we get back from our holidays, we'd spend the rest of the summer break together, which would include lots of sex! We can't use his place because of his bossy older sister, but we can do it here at my house, or at our hiding place in the woods, or lying in the bracken on Carter's Hill.

Having Mrs Thompson's grandson muscling in on us is going to make that way more difficult. I'm sure Jake and I will be able to sort out some `alone time', but it won't be nearly as much as we'd hoped to have.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Matthew

Three weeks have passed. A few days after our school term ended, we set off for France. This was a different kind of holiday! Mum and Dad decided that I was finally old enough and strong enough, so we packed our bikes into the back of the people-carrier, then used them when we got there to explore the Loire Valley. It was such a buzz, knowing that they trusted me to handle it.

When out on the road, we all wore full cycling kit, including good-quality helmets, close-fitting, brightly coloured tops, lycra cycling shorts and proper cycling shoes. We totally looked the part! At the end of every day, and sometimes more often than that, Mum and Dad congratulated me on how well I was doing. It boosted my confidence no end!

This was one amazing holiday, totally different from anything I've experienced before. Not only did we enjoy peddling through the beautiful countryside, we visited chateaux and vineyards, and finally spent a couple of days exploring the city of Tours, with its ancient Saint Gatien Cathedral and new Contemporary Art Centre. There was so much to see and do, I found it hard to take it all in.

Then there was the food. Over the past two weeks, I've eaten some of the most delicious meals I've ever had, many of them in small bistros located in tiny villages. I understand now why people go nuts about French cooking!

As a final bonus, in all but one of the places we stayed, I had my own room. I really liked that! It was so cool after a day's cycling to be able to lock myself in my own space, strip off my kit, and lie on my bed for a quiet wank, before having a shower and putting on my ordinary clothes, ready for us to go out for dinner.

Of course, I didn't get to meet anyone `interesting'. Being with Mum and Dad the whole time, I never expected to. I did see some seriously hot boys though, especially around the market square in Tours. I had to make a conscious effort to stop myself perving on them!

Finally, early on the Monday afternoon, two weeks after we left, we're back at home. My first priority is to call Jake. He picks up on the third ring.

"Hi, man!" he says brightly. "Are you at home?"

"Yeah! We just got back."

"Cool! So, how was it?"

"Amazing! It was pretty tiring, but we did loads! I definitely wouldn't have missed it. What about you?"

"It was okay! Lots of ancient ruins of course, but that's what you get in Greece. Sarah was a pain in the arse, but she always is. Apart from that, it was pretty relaxed."

"What are you doing this afternoon?" I ask.

"Not a lot. D'you want to come over?"

"Sure! I just need to grab something to eat and I'll be on my way. I should be with you in an hour or so."

"Cool! I'll see you then!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Forty minutes later, in pleasantly warm weather, I take my bike from the garage and set off towards Jake's house. Other than my helmet, I'm not wearing my cycling kit. Jake would think that was weird. Instead, I'm dressed in a t-shirt, denim shorts and trainers.

After a 12-minute ride, I reach my destination. Dismounting, I push my bike up the drive. Before I've reached the house, Jake appears at the front door.

"You're early!" he says, grinning mischievously.

Fuck! That grin turns me on like you wouldn't believe! Following two weeks of no sex, I'm so horny, I hardly know what to do with myself!

"Yeah!" I respond, smiling back, my penis throbbing in my boxer shorts.

"Sarah's here," he says, referring to his older sister. "D'you fancy going somewhere?"

"Sure!"

"Cool! I'll just grab my helmet and I'll be with you."

In less than a minute, we're on our way, cycling out into the countryside. Twenty minutes' riding brings us onto the lane that winds around the foot of Carter's Hill. This is familiar territory. We were here a few days before I went on holiday.

At our usual spot, we get off our bikes, pushing them up the path that heads towards the summit. Alongside the path, the slope is covered in shoulder-high bracken. It's even taller than it was the last time we were here.

About fifty yards up the path, we stop and look around. We can't see anybody. Turning into the bracken, we push our bikes another few yards before laying them down where nobody will be able to see them, even from the path we've just walked up.

We then crawl a couple of yards further, before settling down onto the lush green carpet. After pulling off our helmets and footwear, we set about undressing each other. Fuck! I've missed this so much!

Having helped Jake to remove his t-shirt, I open the top of his shorts and pull down the zip. Without me having to ask, he lifts his bum a little way off the ground so that I can skin them down his legs and over his feet. Grinning, he returns the favour, leaving us both in just our underwear.

Moving in close, I run my hand over the throbbing bulge at the front of his pale blue briefs. With my fingers burrowing inside the waistband, I pull them right off. Still smiling, Jake performs the same trick on my boxers.

For a moment, I lie there, just looking at him. With his dark hair, bright hazel eyes, and the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, he is so cute! By contrast, I'm blond, with long straight hair that hangs down over my forehead and covers my ears.

Jake's a little shorter than me, but his penis, 10cm (4") long and just over 6cm around, is quite a bit smaller. Mine's more than 12cm long and much thicker than his. I've got some pubic hair starting to come in too, but it's so fair, you can't really see it. The other difference is that I'm cut and Jake isn't. Mum and Dad had me done when I was a baby. I've no idea why; it's not religious or anything.

I can't hold back a moment longer. Wrapping my arms around him, I draw Jake towards me, our mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. It's weird. Although Jake wasn't my first, he was the one who got me into kissing. I guess that was down to some the gay porn he'd watched!

At the same time, he snuggles right up to me. Although I'm the taller by a couple of inches, most of the difference is in our legs. Our bodies fit together beautifully, our dicks gently rubbing against each other.

After a few wonderful minutes, Jake breaks the kiss. Snaking around, he moves us into a mind-bending sixty-nine. It's perfect! After just over two weeks, I finally have his hard prick back in my mouth.

Some people say that what we do is unnatural. I think that's bollocks! To us, it's completely natural, like it's what we were born for. I suck him steadily, working my way right down to the root. Then, gently retracting his foreskin, I eagerly run my tongue over the small, shiny head, while he licks my larger one. It feels amazing! The sensations are wild!

Without me even thinking about it, my hands find their way onto his arse, my fingers kneading his cute little cheeks. Jake pulls one knee right up, pretty much inviting me to run my finger down his crack and onto his bum-hole. I guess we both know where this is going.

After a short while, we slowly release each other. Jake immediately gets onto all-fours, his bum pushed right back, and down as low as he can get it, his back just about horizontal. Lying face-down behind him, I lift myself up on my elbows and start to lick him out. Pushing insistently, I manage to get the tip of my tongue right inside.

"Ooooooh!" he moans. "That feels awesome!"

I don't last long though. After a few seconds, my tongue can no longer handle the pressure and I have to pull away. Fishing in the pocket of my shorts, I retrieve my tube of K-Y, squeeze some onto my fingers and begin to gently work it into his bum. He's tighter than I've come to expect. I guess that's because it's more than two weeks since we did this; it's usually only a day or two.

Once my index finger's moving smoothly, I add the middle one. Jake winces slightly.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"Yeah! Just take it slow!"

I do as he says. Eventually, I'm able to get the two digits corkscrewing around as I carefully push them in and out. That's it. Having done all I can, I let my fingers slide slowly out.

"How are we doing this?" I ask, smearing K-Y over my dick.

Jake responds by rolling onto his left side, his right knee cocked upwards. Lying down behind him, I move in close, guiding my cock onto his rosebud.

"Are you ready?" I whisper.

"Yeah!" he assures me. "Do it!"

Wrapping my hand around his right thigh to hold him steady, I stuff it in.

"Oh, yeah!" he exhales. "Now give me the rest of it!"

Still holding his thigh, I keep pushing forwards, my penis steadily disappearing into his tight little tunnel.

"Ohhh!" he gasps, his body twitching violently as I encounter his prostate. A few seconds later, he's got the whole thing. Wow! It's such an unbelievable feeling to be right inside him again!

After taking a couple of deep breaths, I start to fuck. After two weeks, I'd almost forgotten what an amazing, mind-blowing experience this is! The sensations are literally out of this world! Lying in front of me, Jake is moaning and gurgling.

"Go on, Matt!" he urges. "Do it! You know what I want!"

I do know what he wants. Fortunately, it fits perfectly with what I want. Redoubling my efforts, I start pounding his arse like it's the last chance I'll ever get.

"Ohhh!" he gasps suddenly, shuddering from head to toe. "Nnng! Nnng! Nnnnnng!"

From my position behind, I'm vaguely aware of him squirting little jets of watery boy-juice into the bracken. What I'm far more aware of is the way his bum-hole is grabbing at my cock. It's insane, like he's sucking the spunk right out of me! I hold on tight as it spurts over and over deep inside him.

After a few seconds, I gently pull out. Rather gingerly, Jake gets up from where he's been lying. Squatting on his haunches, he allows my spunk to run out into the bracken. As we've still got lots of time, we lie back down again.

"So, when's this American kid arriving?" Jake asks.

"Well, he's due to leave San José around six o'clock this evening, their time. The flight takes ten and a half hours. Then there's an eight-hour time difference, so he won't land here till tomorrow lunchtime."

"Wow! That's some flight!"

"Yeah! He's going to be majorly jetlagged, so his grandparents will make sure he just chills out for the rest of the day, and goes to bed at . . . you know, our normal time. Anyway, I've arranged for him to come over on Wednesday morning. I've suggested about half past nine. I said that as long as it's dry, he should come dressed for a kickabout."

"Cool! Do you know what he's like?"

"Well, I've seen some pictures of him, and he looks alright! He's got blond hair, but it's short at the back and sides, and sort of curly on top. I think he's really good-looking!"

"I hope he's not arrogant like some Americans are."

"Mrs Thompson says he's really nice, but he's her grandson, so she would, wouldn't she?"

"I think Mrs Thompson's great!" Jake enthuses. "She used to be a teacher, didn't she?"

"Yeah, she was deputy head of Whitestone High School before she retired."

"I bet she was the sort of teacher all the kids wanted to be taught by!"

"Yeah!" I agree. "I think that's right."

"Then she wouldn't have said he was really nice if he was an arsehole."

"Probably not," I concede. "The thing that bothers me is that while he's here, we won't be able to get together that often."

"For all we know, he might want to join us!"

"That is seriously unlikely!" I tell him.

"Unlikely," he concedes, "but not impossible. Anyway, we'll soon know!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Garrick

Wow! I've been on this plane for almost eleven hours! Now we're finally coming into land at London Heathrow. I look out of the window. London's not like any other city I've been to. Most places are set out on what Dad calls a grid system, all neat and tidy. From what I can see, London's all over the place! There are no straight lines anywhere!

It's the first time I've flown by myself, so it's been quite an adventure. One of the flight attendants has been assigned to look after me. She's really nice, so that's been cool! Much of the flight was overnight, and I did manage to get some sleep, so that's good too. Actually, I feel pretty much okay. I just can't wait to get off this plane!

Finally, we land, and the plane taxies to the terminal where we disembark. The flight attendant who's been looking after me accompanies me into the building. She hands me on to another lady from the airline, who takes me through immigration, baggage reclaim and customs. Finally, we meet up with Gran and Granddad. After the airline lady's checked that they have the correct identity and other documents, we're free to leave.

"My! Haven't you grown?!" Gran comments, beaming at me.

I smile back, but don't say anything. Inwardly, I'm like `Yes, Gran; it's what boys do!'. Actually, I'm 5'6", but Dad's 6'2" and Granddad's 6', so I guess I was always likely to be tall. On the other hand, the last time I was here, I was only nine and stood 4'5". I guess seeing me more than a foot taller than I was the last time probably is quite a shock.

"He's quite the young man now, isn't he Michael?" Gran goes on.

"Oh definitely!" Granddad agrees.

We make our way to the car park and pack my stuff into the trunk of his Mercedes E-Class.

"Would you like to sit in the front?" he asks.

"Yes, thanks!"

"Other side!" he points out as I head for the right-hand side of the car. A couple of minutes later, we're out of the airport and on our way. It feels strange, driving on the left, but I have to admit, the Mercedes is a classy ride!

It takes us almost an hour to get to Gran and Granddad's place. Their house is nowhere like as big as ours, but it's very nice, much the same as I remember it.

"What are we doing today?" I ask.

"Right now, we're going to have a light lunch," Gran tells me. "I'll be cooking dinner later. In between, you'll be doing what these days is called `chilling out'. You've had a very long journey, as well as having to cope with an eight-hour time difference. You need to give yourself time to recover. You'll go to bed about ten. By tomorrow morning, you'll be ready to face the world!"

That's how it is with Gran. What she says makes so much sense, there's no way you can argue with her. It's no wonder she was such a great teacher.

"Thanks, Gran," I respond, smiling. "Will the boy from next door be expecting me?"

"Yes, Matthew and his friend Jake are expecting to see you at around half past nine. Matthew said that if it's not raining, you should dress for a kick-about."

"I won't need cleats, will I?"

"Oh, no," Granddad assures me. "Trainers will be fine."

"Trainers being what you guys call sneakers?"

"Correct!" he confirms.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Garrick

Gran was right. I've had a great night's sleep. This morning I feel totally back to my usual self. I have a shower, dress in my San José Earthquakes soccer kit, and head down to breakfast.

"Did you sleep okay?" Gran asks.

"Like a log!" I answer, smiling.

"So how are you feeling?"

"Great, thanks!"

After a leisurely breakfast, I check my watch. It's twenty past nine. I head back upstairs, clean my teeth and put on the Adidas sneakers that I use for soccer training. It's time to go.

"You know where it is," Gran reminds me.

"Sure!"

It's simple enough. Walk down the drive and turn left at the end. Turn left again along the next drive, and there it is. For all that, I'm nervous. I've got this nagging feeling that Matthew and his friend might not want me here. After all, I'm a complete stranger.

I walk up to the front door and ring the bell. A few seconds later, a boy appears. He's several inches shorter than me. He's wearing soccer kit too: a top with broad blue and red stripes and blue shorts. He looks like he's got a really nice body; slim but definitely not scrawny. His straight, golden-blond hair hangs almost into his eyes and completely covers his ears. It suits him. It makes him look . . . you know, sexy!

"Hi!" he says brightly. "You must be Garrick! Come in!"

"Thanks! And you must be Matthew."

"Yeah, but apart from Mum and Dad, everyone calls me Matt."

I follow him inside.

"Is your friend here yet?"

"Nah, but he's on his way. He'll be here soon."

"Crystal Palace," I say, reading the badge on Matt's top. "Where's that?"

"South London. It's where we used to live before we moved here."

"Oh, right!" I respond, smiling.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Matthew

Wow! Even though Garrick looks much like he does in the pictures I've seen, he's way bigger than I'd expected. Of course, I knew he'd probably be bigger than us because he's a year older, but not that big! And he's got a superb body; slim, but really athletic looking. I'd love to get something on with him!

Unfortunately, I don't think there's a cat in hell's chance of it happening! Like most American kids, he goes to a mixed school. With his looks, he must have girls all over him! I bet he laps it up! Just as I'm trying to get my head back together, the doorbell rings again.

"That'll be Jake," I announce, before heading to the front door to let him in.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Garrick

A few seconds later, Matthew returns with a boy a little smaller than he is. The first things I notice are the friendly smile and the dark hair that's short on the top and the sides, but long and sort of curly at the back. He's cute! He looks really nice too!

"Garrick, this is Jake!" Matthew says.

That's when I spot how he's dressed. I can hardly able to believe what I'm seeing. He's wearing what looks like soccer kit, except that these days, nobody wears shorts like the ones he's got on; especially not boys our age! They're showing off most of his thighs! I can't imagine where he got them!

"Hi Garrick!" he says, grinning mischievously. "Good to meet you!"

"Hi Jake!" I respond, my brain completely scrambled. "Good to meet you too!"

"Okay!" Matt says. "We might as well make a move. I've got everything packed," he adds, indicating his holdall. "Ball, a big flask of orange squash with lots of ice, and three plastic beakers!"

"Would you like me to carry it?" I ask, trying to make myself useful.

"Thanks!" Matt says. "That'd be great!"

Five minutes later, we're in the park, having a kickabout on one of the marked soccer pitches. It's very enjoyable; we have a great laugh! Of course, while we're kicking the ball around, I get plenty of chances to perv on Jake. I know I shouldn't, but I just can't help it. The kid is sex on legs! The weird thing is that I think he knows it.

By half past twelve, we've been playing for more than two and half hours. We've drunk all the orange, and the weather's starting to get very warm.

"Okay, guys!" Matt says. "I think it's time we called it a day."

After packing everything into the holdall, we head slowly back to the house.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Jake

When I came here this morning, I wanted to find out whether Garrick's interested in having sex with us. Well, I've got my answer! The moment he saw me wearing my ultra-short shorts, he didn't know where to put himself!

If he wasn't interested, there's no way he'd have reacted like that! It was like he wanted to look, but he didn't want either of us to notice him doing it. It didn't stop either. While we were at the park, I saw him looking at me several times.

When we get back to Matt's place, I'll be stopping there for lunch. I'm guessing that Garrick will go back to his gran's house. That'll give me and Matt time to discuss the situation and decide how we're going to play it.

Back at the house, Garrick and I flop down in the lounge, while Matt puts everything away. Finally, he reappears.

"You're staying for lunch, aren't you Jake?" he asks.

"Sure!"

"Would you like to stay too?" he asks, turning to Garrick. "It'll only be cheese on toast followed by fruit and ice cream, but you'll be very welcome!"

"Cool!" Garrick answers, smiling. "I'll just need to give Gran a call!"

I am so frustrated! This would have been the perfect opportunity for Matt and I to have a chat, but he's screwed it up! I guess he thought he was just being polite or something; I really don't know. Well, there's nothing I can do about it now; it'll just have to wait.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Garrick

During and after lunch, we chat about all sorts of stuff: the different words that we use for things like taps and faucets, trainers and sneakers, football and soccer. We talk about how their Year Seven is the same as our Grade Six.

"It's because in this country we start school when we're five," Jake tells us. "In the US, you don't start until you're six."

From listening to him talk, I'm guessing that Jake's very smart; a bit nerdy, maybe, but very nice!

"So which football team d'you support?" Matthew asks.

"You mean soccer team, right?"

"Yeah, okay!"

"Well, our local MLS franchise is the San José Earthquakes. We go to watch them sometimes. Dad says they don't get the sort of crowds you get in this country. The ground holds eighteen thousand, but they never fill it."

"Wow! That's not very many!"

"The best supported MLS teams are the Portland Timbers and the Seattle Sounders."

"Really?" Jake queries. "Why's that?"

"It's the weather mainly. In the Pacific North West the weather's ideal for playing soccer, so that's where lots of people play the game, kids especially. In most of the US, the summers are too hot and sticky, and in the other northern states, the winters are way too cold!"

"Oh, right!" Jake says, grinning,

Fuck! He just made my heart leap in my chest.

"Sorry guys!" Matt says suddenly. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to throw you out. I've got to meet Mum in town so we can buy my new school uniform. Her last appointment today is at quarter past three, so I'm supposed to get to her office for half past."

"That's cool!" Jake says, suddenly looking quite pleased with himself. He turns to me. "If you like, I can show you around!"

He's grinning at me in a way that says, `You won't want to miss this!' That's okay; I'd have probably gone along with it anyway. He turns back to Matthew.

"Is it okay if I leave my bike in the garage so I can collect it later?"

"Yeah, that should be fine," Matt tells him. "After you've collected it, lock the door and put the key through the letterbox."

"Will do!" Jake confirms.

A few minutes later, we stroll down to the main road. Leaving Matt at the bus stop, Jake and I walk a little further. Then we turn onto a path that takes us between the houses and across a field. Reaching the far side, we pass through a gate into the woods.

After another couple of minutes, Jake turns off the main path, and onto a much narrower one. At first, I think he's taken us along a dead-end. Instead, he guides us between some bushes and into a small space. We're like completely hidden.

"Well, what do you think?" he asks, smiling. "This is our hiding place; Matt's and mine. We come here quite often."

"Cool!"

"So tell me," he asks, his mischievous grin reappearing. "Have you seen something you like today?"

Fuck! I wasn't expecting that! This is my chance!

"Yes," I admit. "I love your soccer shorts. They make you look really good!"

"Only they're not soccer shorts," he says smirking. "They're for Rugby League."

"Rugby League?"

"It's a variety of the game played mainly in the north of England. That's where my dad comes from. I don't know that he was ever much of a player, but he's a mad Leeds Rhinos' fan. Because we live so far away, he only goes three or four times a year, but for the last couple of years, he's taken me with him. Well, the last time we went, we had a big win and Dad was in a really good mood, so I asked him if he'd buy me the kit."

"Wow!"

"Yeah! The only other game where they wear shorts as short as these is Aussie Rules."

I have to smile. Sometimes, he's so nerdy!

"So, were my shorts the only thing you liked?" he asks.

"No," I concede. "I like you, a lot."

"Cool!" he breathes. He places his hand on my rapidly-swelling cock. "So what would you like to do?"

"Whatever you want."

"Well, that sounds like an offer I can't refuse!"

"Do you and Matt come here to have sex?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Well, we don't come here to play Monopoly!"

"Okay, I'll take that as a yes. Are you boyfriends then?"

"No, we're friends with benefits. I like Matt a lot, and we love having sex, but if I want to go with someone else, like you, for example, that's fine. And if he wants to go with someone else, that's fine too."

Jake kicks off his sneakers and helps me to take off my soccer top. I follow his lead. Our shorts are next to go. Now I'm in my jock strap and Jake's in his skimpy white briefs. I suck in air. He's got a perfect tween boy's body: quite slim, but with just a nice bit of shape to it. He's hot!

"This reminds me of being at summer camp," I say quietly, smiling at him. "This sort of thing used to happen a lot!"

"Cool!" he breathes, smiling back.

Actually, when we went out into the woods at camp, we didn't usually take our clothes right off. But Jake seems to like being naked, and it could make things easier.

I kneel in front of him and lower his underpants. He steps out of them. I lick my lips. His dick's slim, uncut, and roughly four inches long. It suits him perfectly! I lean forwards and take it into my mouth, sucking him for a few seconds before letting him go.

"Beautiful!" I whisper, beaming at him.

We swap places. A moment later, my jockstrap's around my ankles. That comes off too.

"Wow!" Jake breathes. "You're big!"

He's got that right! Among the boys at school who've just finished Seventh Grade, my cock's the biggest: 16cm long and 12cm around. A couple of the black kids run me pretty close, but that's it.

Suddenly, I'm aware of a warm, wet feeling around my dick. Holy shit! He's sucking me!

"Oh yeah!" I whisper, gently stroking his hair. "That feels amazing!"

It does too! I don't care that he's only taking about half of it. I'll definitely cum in his mouth if he keeps this up. Just then, he pulls away.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he asks, looking me right in the eye.

For a moment, I can't think what to say. I haven't cum since I rubbed one out in the shower on Monday morning, so I'm as horny as fuck. I'd love to do it, but will he be able to handle it?

"Does Matt do that?" I query, playing for time.

"Yeah! I love it!"

"But I'm guessing that I'm quite a bit bigger than he is."

"Yeah, but I don't care! I want it up my bum!"

"Sorry; I also don't have any lube with me."

"That's okay! I do! Or I did!"

He rummages around on the ground, by where his underpants are.

"Yeah! Here it is!" he declares, holding up a small tube of K-Y. "I always like to be prepared!"

Holy shit! His shorts have no pockets, so he had it stashed in his briefs. He must really want this! I look around. I could have him on all-fours and fuck him doggy-style, but the ground here is quite rough. It wouldn't be very comfortable. Having him on his back with his legs up would probably be better; still not ideal though. Maybe I'm missing something.

"When you're here with Matt," I ask, "where do you do it?"

"There!" he says.

He points to a large tree-stump that reaches up to around knee height. Okay, I get it! Jake bends over and rests his hands on the top of the tree-stump. Matt stands behind and fucks him. It works because they're almost the same height. But I'm a lot taller than Jake. I'm not sure I'll be able to do it like that.

Somehow, I'll need to raise him up a bit. He can't be that heavy, so I'm sure I'll be strong enough, and when we were playing soccer, he was pretty agile, so I'm guessing he's quite flexible. It's time to give it a go.

"Okay," I say, smiling. "Bend over for me!"

He quickly gets into position.

"Are you going to lick me out?" he asks.

"Is that what Matt does?"

"Totally!"

I kneel down behind him. I can't help noticing the action his butt's been getting.

"I see Matt's been giving you plenty," I tell him.

"Yeah!" he agrees. "Since he got back from France, he fucked me once on Monday afternoon, and twice yesterday!"

"And now you want mine?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay then!"

I lean in and work my tongue over his starfish. He purrs, telling me he likes it. Homing in on his hole, I push right into him. The purrs get louder.

I've taken it as far as I can, so I start working some K-Y into him. He takes my index finger like it's nothing. I push in a second one. That's not a problem either. Should I add a third? I decide not to. It's time to give him my cock.

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Jake

I'm bent over the tree-stump. Very slowly, Garrick's fingers slide out of my bum. He moves in behind me.

"If we're going to do this," he whispers. "I'll need to lift you up a bit. Just relax and go with it, yeah?"

"Cool!"

He starts by raising my right thigh out to the side until it's parallel with the ground. He then lifts me a bit higher so that all I'm standing on are the toes of my left foot.

Fuck! This is wild! It's okay though. He's doing all the work; I'm just relaxing like he said. A second or two later, his cockhead's nuzzling my bum-hole. Suddenly, it spears into me.

"Oh fuck!" I gasp.

It comes to rest a couple of inches in.

"Don't stop!" I urge. "Just take it slow! I want it all!"

"Okay, buddy!" Garrick whispers.

Very steadily, he pushes forwards, stretching me quite a bit further than Matt does. It hurts, but that's just part of the experience, feeling him open me up as his cock goes in deeper and deeper.

He thrusts over my sex-button. My dick twitches violently without either of us even touching it. He keeps pushing, just like I said, his cock beginning to explore places that Matt can't get to. Finally, he's there, his pubic bone pressed tight against my bum, the whole of Garrick's beautiful big cock right inside me. A couple seconds later, he starts to fuck.

"Don't worry," he says soothingly. "This won't take long. I haven't cum for two days."

I guess that's because of the flight and everything. It might also mean that he'll shoot lots of spunk; I hope so! Within a few seconds, he's got into the perfect rhythm.

"Ooooh! Ooooh! Oooooh!" I purr, the sensations making me almost delirious.

"Oh, you are so tight!" Garrick responds. "Just awesome!"

"Oh yeah!" I encourage. "This is epic!"

A minute passes. Garrick's fucking me a little harder now, his breathing noticeably shorter. The tingling in my dick is like totally insane. Suddenly, I begin to shudder, my muscles wracked by uncontrollable spasms. A moment later, my balls churn into action, my prick swelling and jerking all by itself. As my boy-juice splatters the top of the tree-stump, my arse tightens sharply around Garrick's cock.

"Holy shit!" he swears. "Here it comes, babe!"

Almost before I know it, rope after rope of hot creamy spunk is spurting into my arse. After a few seconds, Garrick slowly withdraws and gently lowers my right leg.

"You're tougher than you look!" he whispers, affectionately nuzzling my ear.

He lets me go. I squat down, allowing his spunk to run out onto the ground. Wow! He's cum loads! Plucking a couple of dock leaves, I carefully wipe my bum. It's a bit sore, but I don't care. It's well worth having a sore arse for an experience like I've just had!

"I thought you'd be cut," I say, grinning at Garrick as we pull on our clothes. "Most American boys are, aren't they?"

"Yeah, but Mom and Dad are Brits. I was born seven months after they arrived in the States, so they didn't have it done. I'm glad. I like having my foreskin!"

"Me too!" I agree, grinning. "Matt's cut. His Mum and dad had him done when he was a baby. He says he has no idea why. Actually, it suits him."

A couple of minutes later, we're heading out of the woods and strolling back towards Matthew's house.

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Matthew

When Mum and I get back from town, the garage has been locked. As we walk into the house, I find the key on the mat behind the front door, right where I expected it to be. Picking it up, I take it through to the kitchen and put it away.

I'm left wondering how Jake and Garrick got on. Where did they go? I've got some idea, and that worries me. I hope Jake hasn't rushed things!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After dinner, I load everything into the dishwasher before heading up to my room. It's time to give Jake a call. He picks up almost immediately.

"Hi Jake!" I say brightly. "How was your afternoon?"

"Very good, thank you!"

"Where did you go?"

"We went to the woods."

"You didn't take him to our hiding place, did you?"

"Yes, I did actually!"

"You were taking a risk there! We hardly know him!"

"Actually, I wasn't taking a risk at all," he argues. "You don't get it, do you? We wanted to know whether Garrick would be up for joining in with our activities. Well, the answer wasn't going to appear out of nowhere, so I devised an experiment to find out."

"What experiment?"

"When I came over this morning, I dressed in my Leeds Rhinos kit to see how he'd react. Didn't you notice the way he was looking at me?"

"Not really."

"Well, he was perving on me the whole time! And it wasn't just at your place either; he was doing it at the park too! It was like he couldn't stop himself. One hundred per cent he was up for joining in with us!"

"Oh, right! So what did you do?"

"I started by asking him if he'd seen something he liked, and he said he liked my shorts. Well, I wasn't going to settle for that, so I pressed him a bit more. He admitted that he liked me too. `A lot.' That's what he said."

"Okay, but what did you actually do?"

"Everything, pretty much."

"So you let him fuck you?"

"Yeah!"

"Hmmm! Isn't he quite big?"

"Yeah! He's got a real beauty!"

"And were you okay with that?"

"Totally! The only awkward part was with him being so much taller than me, he had to get me into a pretty weird position, but that was okay. Actually, it was really exciting!"

"So what d'you think we should do now?"

"Is he coming over again tomorrow?"

"Yes; that's what we said."

"Then I think we should start by having a good chat to get to know each other better. After that, we can do whatever we're all happy with."

"Sure! So would you be up for having a threesome?"

"With you and Garrick, definitely!"

"Okay, then; I'll see you in the morning!"

We end the call. My brain's scrambled! I'm a bit disappointed that Jake allowed Garrick to go all the way, but it was part of what we agreed. He's not exclusively mine and I'm not exclusively his.

Jake isn't just cute, and funny and sexy; he's actually one of the sweetest, nicest kids I've ever met. But some of the stuff he does is just . . . you know, wild!