Date: Sun, 6 May 2007 09:55:44 EDT From: GCutter66@aol.com Subject: JO'S BOYS - 20 WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that anyway. These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL. Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys but you must realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them. Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to NIFTY. Keep NIFTY free and keep NIFTY alive. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ JO'S BOYS 20 - Jo's Boys meet the Addlestone Boys by G. Cutter Loren Hid di hi... here we go again. A bit of a one off for me, all suited and booted and in company with our Bossman Jo headed for the the steamy West End of London. He had business and he'd normally take Anthony with him but the Ant was at the dentist so I'd been invited. I was a bit concerned that maybe I was going to be offered as a Mafia shag but Ant had laughed and told me that I'd be left in the car to fight off the parking meter maids. Anyway, the West End Mafia looked on us North Londoners as yokels and Jo would probably get around half an hour's audience and that was it. In fact, that was it. Jo was all smiles and smirks when he got back to the car and my boy fanny was intact so I reckon we'd got a result. 'I'll take you for a nice lunch,' Jo said as he settled into the driver's seat and flashed up. 'Good chat?' I did the nosey bit. 'Excellent,' Jo grinned.' They're very pleased with the way things are going and if they're pleased then so am I.' I nodded only half understanding but it was very easy to get confused with Jo, the way he performed sometimes it was easy to forget that he had shareholders and these guys weren't mugs. They handled all our Euro connections and they were heavily involved in Nick's little operation on the South Coast. Now that wasn't exactly modern day slavery and child brides but trucking in Russian and Ukrainian lads on dodgy student visas and work permits didn't leave too much to the imagination. The fact that they were all pretty good looking and the fact that you didn't see too many hairy beardies gave the game away somewhat. Anyway, enough of the sordid side, we'd been doing loads of what could be called naturalist stuff, not a trace of a stiffy and it was going well. Jo' said that the crackdown on child porn was having a knockon with teen porn and thus the naturalist and speedo market was doing exceptionally well. The ideal was to crossover, what Jo called non porn or suggestive poses and we were getting pretty good at it. Mind you I liked the real stuff but that's me, get down and get dirt is our family motto. We finished up around Marble Arch and found parking and then went to a nice looking place which Jo had used before with the Ant. It wasn't quite posh but pretty close. NYA, he informed me with a laugh. No Yobs Allowed. Being a rank Socialist I considered most of the trendy shop assistants and computer types as yobs but that's neither here nor there, We got a table right at the back and surveyed the scene. All very interesting with a few tourists, certainly very different from sleepy ol' St John's Wood or even sleepier Wimbledon. Lotta hot chicks about but I'm more into hot chickens if you catch the subtle difference. We had our starters and settled on simply enormous mixed grills, as Jo said; old fashioned and certainly not healthy eating but we were both skinnies so what the hell. I was casting my beady eyes around all the time and I clocked these two geysers come in, a man and a youth. Well it was a young man and a young youth probably around sixteen and gorgeous, the man was probably the same as Jo... early twenties that is. They weren't obviously an item but they were pretty easy with each other and I wondered as one does. The kid fixed me with dark eyes before he sat and I immediately sussed him out as a soul brother, the way he looked, the way he acted, body language in short. He was pretty tall and very dark skinned just like Alex only with a scruffy pony tail, talk about retro. Mixed race I'd guess but in this multicultural society of ours you're not supposed to comment. I had a momentary vision of his coffee coloured skin against mine and got back to my food. Hunger trumps sex, well, with this boy it does. I kept a beady eye on them in spite of Jo telling me not to stare and I saw the kid glance at me a couple of times but he wasn't challenging or anything... 'Who are you staring at sorta thing', nothing like that. When he got up and made a beeline for the gents it seemed perfectly natural to wait just a moment and do exactly the same. I wasn't scared, this kid wasn't a thug, he'd given me a swift glance on the way and I knew he'd be waiting. He was standing up at one of those little pots stuck on the wall and turning as I walked in grinned at me. 'Hi,' I spoke and stood alongside and fished out the trouser snake. I glanced down at his as one does and sucked my breath in. Six floppy uncircumcised inches of nut brown boy cock with a purple head exposed as he cleared the foreskin back to pee. He shook it clean and looked at me directly. One big grin followed. I smiled back, how couldn't I? As he stepped back I completed my shaking and stuffed my rapidly hardening meat back into my baggies. He stood by the door washing his hands and then running them under the blower. I did the same and as he jerked his head at one of the cubicles followed him in. We had around a minute or so before Jo or his companion began to wonder what was going on but this kid wasn't messing, he grabbed my groin and smirked when he felt my penis filling out. 'Jake.' He whispered. I took a wild guess he was referring to himself and not my meat. 'Loren.' I replied. 'Is your guy aware?' He asked. from the question I guessed his was. 'One way of putting it,' I snickered feeling his crotch and savouring the soft length filling out and solidifying. 'Good, I'll do the biz,' he grinned and opened the stall door and disappeared. Well, I've met some bold operators in my time and some smooth ones but this kid took the biscuit. Talk about self confidence, he had that in spades. I got back and sat down as the sweets were arriving, Jo was really splashing out, some sort of ice cream affair with all the nuts and bolts, it looked like an alien afterbirth for toddlers perched on the table. 'Took your time,' Jo whispered. 'Looked like he fancied you.' 'How do you know?' He had a bloody big grin on his face when he came out, that's why,' Jo dived into his fruit sundae or whatever it was. 'And a bit of hardon.' 'Oh.' There wasn't much left to say especially as Jake was now heading our way. 'Mind if we join you, Loren?' He asked blithely and here I was supposed to be the Kewl Kat around town. This kid wasn't even a proper Londoner, I could tell that by his accent. probably not too far away but not a Man of the Smoke like me and mine. I looked at Jo and he just nodded with a mouthful of ice cream. 'Yeah,' I croaked. What the hell happens now? How 'aware' was his guy? Did Jake take or give? Was he versatile? Great game, the guessing game. Jake's man gave the waiter a casual wave and they came across and sat. 'Pleased to meet you,' Jake's man gave Jo a friendly grin and stuck his hand out. He was nice, a bit tougher looking than Jo but of the same style. I wouldn't chuck him out of bed that was for sure. We did a confused round robin of introductions and this guy's name turned out to be Mick and he was Jake's cousin which I took with a very large pinch of salt. By now we'd got to the coffee and the waistband loosening stage and just had a general natter. It seemed that Mick and Jake worked and lived in Addlestone which was a little place just outside London but they came upto town monthly to book into their Head Office, it seemed they really were cousins if you can believe that one but I've just said that. Mick managed a camping and workwear place by the way, Millets, you see them here and there. 'You should see our local Scout Troop,' Jo spoke up. 'Their tents are a load of crap, you could sell them half a dozen.' 'They probably get them direct through their contracts,' Mick said seeming to know something about the subject and appeared to dismiss it, Jake on the other hand... 'Scouts?' He almost started to dribble like a dog with a bone. 'I love Scouts,' he gave me a big goofy grin and I laughed. The encouraging thing was that both Jo and Mick smiled as well, it certainly looked like we were all on the same wavelength. 'We run a Studio,' Jo finally spoke out. 'Loren's brother manages for me and we do a lot of stuff using the Scouts.' Well, I'm glad he'd said it, he normally doesn't say too much about the Studio but he must have felt safe enough with these two although it was all very careful at the moment, step at a time sort of thing. 'We do a Swimming Team,' Jake declared not to be outdone. 'Do 'em?' I grinned. 'Yeah,' Jake smirked. 'I'm in the team and Micky is the Secretary.' 'Your boys and my boys...' Jo murmured. I looked at Jake but he looked blank. He didn't recognise the boss vampire's line from The Lost Boys but Micky did, he must have been a horror buff. 'Good film that,' he looked at Jo and smiled. 'The best,' Jo agreed. Poor ol' Jake, he just didn't get it. 'What you doing this afternoon?' Jo suddenly looked awake, he'd clearly been smitten with one of his ideas. 'Taking the day off,' Mick looked at Jake. 'Keeping clear of our shop, we have someone watching points.' 'Yeah, Andy's alright,' Jake agreed this time losing me. 'You might like to visit the Studio, see what sort of stuff we do,' Jo went on. 'We did a lot of stuff for a German Swim Team not so long ago.' 'Really,' both out of towners looked suitably impressed. 'We're only twenty minutes up the road.' 'Fine, thanks for the invite,' Micky looked at his dark skinned 'cousin' and smiled. Don't let Jake in front of a camera, he tends to show off.' 'Great,' I whispered and gave Jake one of my looks. I wouldn't mind him showing off, I'd also like to see that brown piece of meat between his legs at full stretch.' 'OK, then,' Jo called for the bill and Micky called for his. A brief exchange of addresses and they agreed to follow us after exchanging mobile phone numbers so our new friends didn't get lost in darkest North London. We didn't want to lose our new country cousins especially if Jake was an example of the talent on offer. 'So, what do you reckon?' Jo asked as we cut through the back doubles heading North and making sure the car following didn't go adrift. 'Jake's game, I know that.' 'I worked that one out,' he laughed. 'What do you reckon about that Mick?' 'Well, if Jake is his mate he is as well, no doubt about it.' 'I suppose so,' he sped up a bit as we found Lisson Grove. It was a straight run from here to the Studio but we took it easy making sure the country bumpkins didn't go missing. When we got there Jo parked up and the others got in tight behind. 'We had a quick drink in our local before we walked over and gave them the grand tour. I don't know what Jo's plan was but I doubted that it was all for my benefit, he, as always, must have had something up his sleeve apart from an arm. He had a plan, he always did. When we went over Jo showed them the so called Reception Area and what was on the ground floor, that being mainly kitchen and a loo. We went upstairs and that's where the real tour began. The front posing room (classy) and the rear posing room/bedroom (less than classy). I looked at Jake and he smiled back, if they hadn't got the message by then they were either blind or dumb. 'So you do a bit more than amimals, kiddies and weddings,' Mick remarked studying a group of us playing around at a pond. OK, so it wasn't pornographic just a good full frontal scene of a bunch of lads but no airbrushing or false modesty here. Two at least were well extended and I was one of them. There were other nudes in full view but these were also just straight studio and outdoor poses both solo and in groups. 'So, where do you keep the meatier stuff?' Jake asked. 'Away from prying eyes,' Jo grinned. 'I thought with your good looks you might like to do a few doubles with Loren.' Mick laughed and looked at his 'cousin' and then at me. 'A pair made in heaven.' 'Indeed,' Jo smiled and put his hand on one of the cameras. 'I don't mind,' I looked at Jake. 'But a bit informal, not in the Studio.' The truth of the matter was I wanted to see Jake in all his glory and I wanted the elder citizens to bugger off for half an hour. Knowing Jo I expect I was thinking in tandem with him, my mind would be running on sex but his would be on business it always was. I think I've gone through the 'up the sleeve stuff 'so I won't go there again. 'Yeah, why not,' Jake stretched himself out in some sort of a challenge. 'You can call the session the two skinnies or something.' 'The two slender or lithes sounds better,' I started to tug my shirt of before anyone changed their mind. Mick immediately plonked his arse on a chair and we were off. 'Keen,' Jake laughed but started to remove his top stuff as well. I could see where he got the thin bit from, he looked like he'd got well into a growth spurt and was waiting for the filling up to start catching up, he'd be a big lad when it was over but for the time being he put me in mind of a wire coathanger. I on the other hand was filled out I suppose, Ant said I was getting plodgy which was nice of him but I had growing to do. It all comes right in the end as long as you don't live on Mad Cow Burgers. 'Do some in underwear,' Jo instructed before we got to the embarassing bit. 'Just some friendly cuddling maybe.' 'Yeah, that'd do.' I could see Jake was fully extended once he dropped his cargoes and it looked enormous. He wasn't so hard it was tenting his boxers but you could clearly see the outline. I was wearing briefs and hiding nothing, I fumbled around and pointed it upto my hip. 'Nice one,' Mick grinned at me getting himself a sour look from his mate. We did a bit of a roll around on the bed and Jo took a few pictures, nothing out of the ordinary but we were both getting harder the more we made bodily contact. It had to happen in the end, we grabbed each other in a struggle and finished up grinding together belly to belly and stiffy to stiffy. Jo took a few more pictures as we struggled and then put his camera down. 'Come on Mick, let's go upstairs and have a cuppa tea. Cup of tea, what a wally! Mick just grinned and toddled off after him like a bloody kid but the main thing was that Jake and I were alone. 'Safe to get the knicker's off?' Jake laughed and slipped his hands inside the back of my briefs cupping my buns and squeezing the soft flesh. 'Yeah.' I did the same stunt and got inside his boxers clasping his smooth bottom and fondled the firm flesh. As we pressed together I could feel his heavy cock pressing against mine as we slowly moved together. 'I don't suppose this is the time and place to fuck,' he looked at me from around an inch away. 'Maybe some other time,' I grinned. 'But there are other things Jakey boi.' 'So they tell me,' he laughed and without any more messing around tilted his head and kissed me fully on the lips. I returned the sweet kiss, of course I did, I wasn't anti social. We held the kiss and writhed around on the bed but the knickers went down, his boxers and my briefs finished up around our ankles and got kicked off. At last we lay naked and that boy was big. Well, long, put it that way, it wasn't the fattest cock in the world but it was well long, he had to have the six inches and maybe a bit more. I felt a midget in comparison but then again he seemed to like it. His lips left mine and he was travelling down my body, I knew what he wanted and started to rotate on the bed. We grinned at each other on passing... Been there, seen it and got the t-shirt, neither of us were virgins. I took his warm brown skinned cock in my hands and brought his purple glans to my mouth, one quick lick and I could taste the slighly salty taste of his precum and I swallowed it. He was a bit more romantic, he sucked my balls one at a time and gently handled my dicky and peeled the foreskin well back before circling his tongue around the rim and then tickled the pee slit. He must have liked the taste as he gave me one more of his wide grins before sinking his mouth over my straining glans. Brill. We lay head to tail sucking each other and doing a nice slow one at that. I think the wrinklies were occupied upstairs so we pigged out, I managed to get most of Jake into my mouth but no way would I get it all in, I toyed with his soft bottom as he fucked into my mouth and he ran his fingers into my crack. I knew what he wanted but not this time around. Sooner or later. We would do it, it was only a matter of time and a place and we'd be shagging... it was a dot on the cards as the kids say. I grew harder at the thought of plundering his brown bottom and stroked his overlong black hair as his lips slipped up and down my pale skinned cock. He juggled my tight balls inbetween trying to puncture my pucker and I sucked and slurped at his slender brown root. At the end he parted a little and wanked my slippery cock an inch or so from his mouth and as I flexed my belly and came the streamers of creamy spunk splattered onto his lips and cheek. With a laugh he swallowed my end whilst it still squirted taking in the end of my climax. I did the same for him. I got him kneeling across my chest and wanked his stiff shaft until the first splat closed one eye and the remainder went into my mouth and on my jaw. Yeah, to save you wondering, he tasted nice. I grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me taking in his spunk smeared knob and washed it clean with my tongue as he idly moved to and fro. 'That was good,' he sighed as he lay alongside me in the afternoon's warmth. 'We gotta do that again.' 'Damn right,' I turned inwards and clasped his slender frame as he turned to face me. Any more of this and we'd be going for seconds. 'A couple for the album,' Jo spoke from the doorway and grabbed his camera. Before we had a chance to make a move he whacked off half a dozen of us naked and depleted but with lips and faces shiny with smeared cum. A real family portrait. 'Very nice,' Mick's head appeared around the door. 'I'll put this lot onto a disc for you to take with you,' Jo told Mick. 'Fine,' Mick looked across at Jake. 'Jo and Loren are coming down Saturday and stopping over, will you be available?' Of course he would be available, it was obvious that Jo and Mick had cooked something up, the 'your boys and mine' remark hadn't been forgotten. Still if it meant I got to see a bit more of the long and lanky Jake I didn't mind. He, for his part grinned at me like a Cheshire Cat. Jake grinned at me. 'See, everything cums to he who waits.' 'So it seems,' I replied dryly. Jo seems to remain in stop mode for a hell of a time but when he moves things start to happen. I wondered what brought this about, it couldn't be love, Jo doesn't work like that. Anyway, not to worry, I'd find out later. 'Come on Jake,' Mick urged his 'cousin'. 'Time to get home and make sure they close that shop up alright.' 'I suppose,' Jake grumbled and made a grab for his boxers. I was over or at least it was until Saturday. We split aftetr that but we made firm arrangements to be at their place for just after lunch on the Saturday. Just myself and Jo, poor ol' Anthony was missing out on this one. 'Mick has a small house in Addlestone,' Jo put me in the picture later on. '>From what I can gather he has a few boys visiting but Jake is his main man.' 'Mmmm.' 'It would make a nice half way house between here and Lewes and there's stacks of countryside around there for naturalist stuff.' 'And other stuff.' 'Yeah,' Jo agreed. 'He has a secluded garden so it's OK for our outdoor stuff but I was thinking of staying over Saturday night and then moving down to Lewes for a visit on Sunday. I need to make some phone calls.' 'What about Anthony.' 'We can take him, Jo reckons he can fix him up, Jake's got a sorta casual boyfriend as well as being tied to Mick.' 'The plot thickens.' 'So they do... then again my Manager is shagging my favourite boy who happens to be his brother so plots can get a bit thick.' 'Sure do,' I laughed. We told Anthony what it was all about when he came in looking a bit shipwrecked. He'd only had a couple of fillings and got little or no sympathy, Jo told him to eat more fruit and I told him to clean his teeth more often, both bits of advice were pretty well received of course. We sat around and had a drink or two and Jo put Anthony in the picture. Another one of his plans and we had to play our part which mainly comprised keeping Jake and his pal happy. I claimed Jake of course and Anthony got the unknown boy, he didn't seem to mind. Stranger assignations had happened in both our pasts, anyway, I'd share his bed tonight and keep him happy. We split around eleven with Jo who was driving to his home and he promised to pick us up around ten o'clock for the visit to Addlestone. 'We going home or sleeping upstairs?' Ant looked at me and smiled. 'Upstairs,' I galloped up the steps to the top flat knowing full well he was right behind me. I was sexed up, Jake had got me going not that I needed any incentive with Anthony on heat as he obviously was sore gums or not. 'We haven't slept together for a while,' he sat on the side of the bed and discarded his trainers and socks. 'Over a week.' 'A long time, brother mine,' I jumped onto the bed and grabbed him from behind. He gave a token struggle but we kissed and fumbled around exposing each other's important bits, needless to say we were both hard and both willing. 'You get bigger every day,' I grasped his fat dark skinned cock and skinned the forekin back exposing his dark red glans already swollen and shiny with his lust. 'Just growing up, kid...' he gasped as my mouth swallowed him and started to move. 'You're still the best, Renzo.' he lay back and enjoyed my attentions as I gave him the brotherly special, the one he likes. I know my Anthony, he has his little flings but he always comes back to me. He'll find the love of his life one of these days and I'll be glad for him, for the moment we enjoyed each other. Later on in the night when he'd done his business and maybe taken away the pain in his mouth I snuggled up behind him and he gave a little chuckle as he felt my erection moving between his cheeks. He lay there unmoving and just gave that little push as I did and we joined yet again. I took it easy and we enjoyed the sex as we always did. It was soon over but I'd been disloyal, all the time I'd been shagging Ant I'd been thinking about Jake's skinny bum, his long legs and his extra long cock, now that was something to look forward to. He wasn't as fat in the cock department but it was longer and it should be an experience. To make matters worse as I drifted off to sleep in Ant's strong arms I was wondering what Jake's pal was like and if we went down to Lewes on the Sunday... Jeez, there were Dennis and Patric to think about, it just goes on and on, fortunately. We were up bright and early, well, not to early but ready for Jo when he rolled up to collect us. Another quick chat and a cuppa and we were on our way. He'd checked it out on a map and he reckoned that Addleston would take less than an hour and he was right. Mick had scrawled oput his address and another small map and we found his place with no bother but we parked up and had a look around the shopping area, the High Street as it was rather grandly called before paying our visit. We saw the shop that Mick managed and it was bigger than I'd expected, looked like two knocked into one but presumably being near country they did a good business in camping gear and suchlike. Quite a bit of eye candy around but it was the holiday period and it was quite warm, a bit of sunshine brings English kids out like roaches from a dustbin which is a pretty crappy thing to say but you know what I mean. We walked over to his house after our wander about and it was right down the end of a small Close one of these thingies with a narrow road in, a circular bit at the end and no way out apart from the way you got in... probably why they called it a Close I suppose. His house was quite large and I had it down as ex Council and probably originally for the larger sized families. one of those sold on in the Thatcher years. Anyway, the little front garden looked mice and tidy what there was of it and the windows were shiny which are good signs to a Miss Marples like myself. As Jo swung off the bell Jake opened the door, he must have been lurking. 'Come in, come in,' he grinned. 'Don't get comfortable though, Mick's booked us a lunch down the road.' 'Cheers,' we all mumbled and followed him into the front room where Mick and this other guy or youth were hovering. I introduced my Ant and Jake introduced his boyfriend a rather thuggish scruff called Zander. I know that sounds a bit bitchy but that was first impressions and as they sometimes are they were wrong. He was very pleasant and once you got chatting he was a real sweety. I could see why Jake was hooked on him, he was a near man like Ant, he was on the verge of leaving boyhood behind. Youth was the word I was looking for, you know, the very short spell between boyhood and manhood, some kids seem to skip the stage completely but both Ant and Zander were very firmly there. I'd love to see how they got on later in bed but I'd be doubtless occupied with the slightly scatty Jake boy. We were standing around nattering and Jake had produced Cokes but Jo and Mick had disappeared. They were out in the garden and it was pretty clear that Jo was getting the guided tour. 'Jake says your into photograhy and films on a commercial basis,' Zander seemed to have clicked onto me and Jake onto Ant which wasn't the way it was supposed to be but never mind, it all usually comes right in the end... plus the more I listened and watched this Zander character the more I fancied him. 'Yeah,' I replied. 'Weddings, meetings, family pets, family setups, basically anything that pays.' 'Must be fun,' he grinned. 'Jake says that you do naturalist stuff as well.' 'Naturalist plus,' I grinned. It was pretty obvious Jake had told him all about the previous day. 'You'd look good on screen.' 'You chatting me up,' he laughed and gave a sexy run of the tongue over the upper lip. The slut's move. 'Natch,' I grinned. In fact, I had a really strong desire to dive into his scruffy old cargoes just to see what he had between his legs but no doubt I'd find out later. 'Perhaps we should disturb the sleeping arrangements, you share with me and your big bro with Jakey boi. What say?' 'Can you fix it?' I felt a bit of a spoiler but at the end of the day it wouldn't make any difference we'd all gain carnal knowledge of each other before much longer which means in plain English that we'd all shag that's what it was all about. Probably the only one with an ulterior motive was Jo and he wanted more teeny models and a half way house. He was clearly offering this Mick the manager man, meat in the way of myself and Ant just that for the privilege. I knew the score and Jo and Mick were shagging but they'd soon revert to their boy and their boys were us four plus assorted others. Zander called Jake and the Antman over and just came out with it which was a bit cringemaking. He said he wanted to shag me silly and were there any problems and funnily enough there weren't. Ant gave me a grin, he knew I wasn't a traditional bottom, I did like to get on top for at least fifty percent of the time so Zander was in for a bit of a rude awakening. I think Jake had me worked out as well, Zander was running away with the idea I was all bitch and he was making a mistake. The wrinklies came in from the garden and their negotiations must have gone well as we immediately decamped down the road for lunch in a rather swish pub. Nice meal and I hated to think what the bill was but Mick swallowed it without turning a hair. I was getting the impression from the way he talked that the shop managering bit was more a hobby than a job, he certainly had flights of fancy mostly involving boys and he was rather keen on photography... yeah. No surprise there. I think if Jo had offered him a partnership or a deal he'd be in like Flynn. Anyway, that was their concern, mine was eating and trying to cope with both Zander and Jake giving me the kneesies under the table. It was nice to be wanted. We got back to the house and it was getting on a bit, we all sat in their lounge and had a general natter and I just waited... it was just a matter of time. 'Bring your cameras?' Jake piped up at Jo. 'Of course.' 'What about a camcorder?' 'Of course again,' Jo laughed. 'Wanna get them out of the car Ant, maybe have a bugger about with the boys?' 'Sounds good, Anthony gave me a nod and I tailed him out to the car, he clearly wanted a quick natter. 'And?' I stood whilst he raked about in the back of the car. 'What about you being abused by those two clowns in a quicky messy movie?' 'Works for me,' I laughed. 'What about you...?' 'I'll grab skinny Jake at the end of it.' 'That works for me as well... let's go.' I grabbed a couple of cameras and he took the camcorder, Jo wouldn't be too happy if we started dropping things. 'Why don't you use your room, Jake.' Mick spoke as soon as we got in the door. 'Do what you want and we can run the results through the computer onto the TV later on. Jo and I have some chatting to do. Mmmmm, I thought. That all sounded a bit serious and a bit interesting but for the time being it was fun time. I loved posing especially when it was the more earthy type, the get down and get dirty as you might say. We all trooped up the stairs like a load of kids going on a banyan, that's one of my dad's words for a picnic... don't ask, he's ex Navy and comes out with these weirdies now and then. Down the hall and we were in this quite spacious room complete with big double bed and as Jake pointed out a built in toilet and shower always handy in a shagger's room I thought but held back on the funnies. I was the youngest and smallest after all. 'Right' Anthony stepped into his Studio Manager's persona which he was pretty good at, I just imagined shagging his studly and muscular bottom but that was his other persona especially when he sqeaks for more from his little brother, ho ho. 'What about Zander and Jakey doing some groping and snogging and we'll take stills for your collection. After that I'll do some camcorder stuff of you both using and abusing my Renzo.' 'I thought your name was Loren,' Zander glared at me like I was man eating cockroach or something. 'Loren, Renzo equals Lorenzo, get it, dum dum,' Jake laughed. 'I bet Renzo's his baby name?' 'It is.' Ant flushed a little. 'Loren is his butch name.' 'I like Renzo,' Jake grinned. 'Sounds exotic.' 'Sounds shag-able,' Zander grinned at me and started to tug his shirt off. 'Yeah, I'll sort you out later, Big Mouth'... that was a thought by the way. I was gonna pump his tough boy's arse until he was raw later on and that was a promise made to the God of Pervs who I worshipped. I gave him the beady eyed glare and he had the grace to drop his eyes, not such a tough guy after all. Ant and I grabbed a camera each and got either side of the bed each avoiding each other's line of sight. We'd done this before and we were good at it, it was just a matter of how romantic they were willing to get. No problems there, they stripped each other off and finished up naked. Both had fine bodies in their own ways, Zander was stocky and muscular, Jake was as skinny as a string bean but that wonderful colour and that long floppy cock of his which was rising every time Zander took a feel. They were clearly used to each other and after a slow start were onto the giggles and the cuddles... great. Zander when he got hard was quite impressive I was glad to say, a nice fiver maybe coming on six. Jake was well ahead of him, Jake was still soft when he'd stretched to six and was hardening out at around seven. That's the math for those who care, translate it into uncircumcised boy cock and you have the scene Ant and I were making a record of for the elderly pervs downstairs and for ourselves of course. 'Try a sixty nine,' And prompted. 'What's that?' Zander tried to look innocent but they both burst out laughing and assumed the position. Ant worked from the head getting clear through shots and I went at it from the side. It was good to watch really, Zander sucking and slobbering over Jake's long brown cock and then Jake shlurping at Zander and also cupping and clamping on his tight buttocks. I looked across at Ant and he nodded. I started to undress, it was time for the start of the show. Ant told them to give it a rest and they split and watched me like a pair of hungry wolves as I did a sexy strip just slow enough for Ant to click off a couple and flash up his webcam. I stood by the side of the bed naked with my dick sticking straight out and slowly handled it as they literally dribbled. Probably thought they had a chicken snack and I suppose in a way they did. 'Top or tail?' Zander grinned at Jake. 'Anything, he's sweet all over,' Jake smiled at me. 'What a nice boy, I took his hand and allowed him to draw me down onto the bed. 'Action,' Ant declared with a short laugh and moved the tripod in closer. I knew the score, he preferred to use the tripod moving it now and then but it was the actor's or model's job to try and keep into the frame. He was centred on the centre of the bed and thats where I stationed myself and told them to work on me as they wanted. I must have said the right thing as I had Jake down on my penis and nuts and Zack with his stiffness in my mouth. I knew that thre webcam wouldn't last for long as Ant had told me it needed a recharge but I didn't care I was just pigging out on boys. After a little bit Jake rotated himslf but got on the bottom so that we were in a sixty niner with me on top and naturally enough Zack's gone for my arse big time. It was all lick and fingers though no penis pentration I think we were both saving that for bedtime. Just before the webcam ran out on us Jake came into my mouth and I repaid the favour. Zack kneeling behind me wanked like a loony and I felt his warm semen splashing on my back, Right on last knockings he smeared his spunk onto my pucker and fed his cum stained erection into my crack and penetrated me but only for a moment. A minute later after a couple of slow moves he withdrew it and kissed me on the spine. 'Later, babes!' 'Later, Zander man,' I agreed and rolled onto my back between them both. 'Get 'em off, Ant. You need relief I told my brother. Anthony got stripped off in double quick time and straddled me as I'd issued the invite and offered his erection to my mouth, there we finished up with three of us sharing the blow and we all got splashes of his spunking, he does cum a lot after taking pictures, I suppose they're like looking at porny mags. We finished up in a sweaty and smelly foursome which is a nice way to finish a studio session. We were all pals now, the night would be pleasant and fruitful to use a couple of useless words. It was going to be a shag-tastic night. We split up to use the showers in seperate rooms so I got another taste of the Zander thing. God, he was a romantic beasty, he even tried to put a tail on me when I dropped the soap but I'd done it deliberately just to wind him up like an old alarm clock, ho ho. Got him going though, he definitely had a hankering for my sweet bottom but he had child bearing hips and I wanted my share as well. I think I managed to subtly tell him that he either did his share of bottom or I'd sleep in the car, he agreed, I think he was only trying it on to impress his long skinny boyfriend. We met up with the others downstairs to find that Mick had left Jake a note. It seemed that they'd gone down the pub for a drink and a chat which raised eyebrows, they were either getting romantic or some sort of business was in the wind. The note also instructed Jake to organise pizza suppers for eight by which time they expected top be back. In view of all that we settled down to watch the box, we were glutted with sex for the time being and a quiet night made a change. I plonked myself down onto a small sofa and let Zander carry on doing his butch bit and Ant settled with Jake. Saturday night TV wasn't a lot of cop but it would keep us going until the wrinklies came back and we had supper. .................................................... Anthony Well, a day of surprises. I was a bit overwhelmed at the speed of everything, it seemed we'd barely got through a nice lunch and everyone was in shag mode. I was more than a little interested in what was going on between Jo and Mick, not the romantic aspect for Christ's sake, the business side of things. Jo wasn't a romatic guy, he was pure money and advancing his bloody business, Mick must have been a target on the financial front. Still, never mind I'd find out about it all in due course. For the moment and for the night I was stuck with this skinny Arab type, Jake. He was nice and I shouldn't call him a raghead, he could have been a Mexican, Spaniard or any of that type of alien, the main thing was he had a long brown dick and a deliciously little almost tiny little bottom. It would be a pleasure to make him squeak although I think he was a bit past that stage. He was nice, OK, so he wasn't Brad Pitt but Brad's too big and butch for me anyway. I like my skinny little Russian types you get on Baikal, sweet and innocent... yeah, right. My absolute favourite is Nickolai on Russian Flowers but that's top secret, my hidden lust, the ever so suave Nicky. Anyway, back to bustling Addlestone, the deadest one horse town in North Surrey on a warm Saturday evening. Brother Renzo and his pal for the night Zander a bit of rough trade but on the boyish style perched on the one sofa and Jake and myself on the other and from the sound of it Jo and Mick were walking up the gravelled drive. Full house. All in all a pretty boring evening although we had a bit of excitement when we grouped up to display the camera's memory cards on Mick's computer. He had a nice 19 inch monitor so the pictures were worth watching. The two local boys were over the moon although I think Mick was a bit shocked. Funny guy, he was running a joint not far removed from a boy brothel and a few pictures got him all excited. After a lot of hassle we got the results of the camcorder to route via the televison and that was fun. This time Mick was well pleased with his little boys and insisted we burn him a disc with the shorty short for future wanking material I reckon. We all ended up with a few Fosters from the fridge and I shared one with Jake as I'm not into booze but he dug out some old Russian boy porn and we watched that until nearly midnight and that was it. I was sharing Jake's bedroom which was the one we'd used in the afternoon and Renzo was in with Zander in Peter's room whoever Peter was. We all said our goodnights and Mick and Jo set a breakfast time for nine in the morning and at last we were off. 'Thank Christ for that,' Jake leant his back against the bedroom door as I flopped onto the bed. I had to agree with him, it had been a long day but I still had that stirring I always get when I'm stuck in a room with an attractive boy... in fact, I'd probably get the same feeling with an ugly boy because it doesn't really matter once the lights are out. 'Yeah, I'm tired,' I stretched out and yawned. 'Not too tired, I hope,' Jake turned the bedside light on and the ceiling light off leaving the room in a cosy little glow. He flopped onto the bed and leaning over me gave me a light kiss on the cheek. 'No, not that tired,' I hooked my arm around his neck and brought his cofee brown face closer kissing him on his lips. Softly at first then a bit harder and then opening my mouth fully as I felt his slippery tongue probing at my teeth. A long minute later we were idly and without any hurry undressing each other. There was no rush and I liked exposing his super smooth body, he was thin but it was a nice thin, what I mean was he wasn't a bag of bloody bones, he was a nice handful and he did like to kiss. I finally got him down to his tight briefs and dry nuzzled at his long cock hard and contained within the thin material. 'Mmmmm...' I tugged his waistband down a bit exposing the fully exposed glans to the nightlight with it's tip smeary and slightly milky with his juice. He was one hot boy and he was on heat. I removed his briefs to lower down his legs and clasped his incredibly soft and satin smooth buns and that's just what they were like, a pair of soft mounds in my hands warm and smooth to the touch. 'Keep it up and I'll be begging for a fuck in a minute,' he muttered and reaching out grasped my own erection still in my boxers, the jeans were already down. Well, a nod's as good as a wink to a blind parrot or something so I kept it up until he started to wriggle and moan. I think he was hinting that I had first go and it was a nice way to do it. I almost thought he was cock happy but then again maybe he was, I was bum hungry and that was the main thing. I spread him out on the bed and knelt between his legs, ducking my head I toook his long thin cock into my mouth and tasted his tart precum as he moaned and wriggled himself comfortable. We didn't say anything, there was nothing to talk about, we both knew what we wanted, we were boys. We both needed relief and he was first to get topped. I munched on his soft scrotum and he lifted his legs slightly to allow my fingers to probe at his slightly sweaty pucker. 'Aaaaah...' he gave a drawn out moan and lifted his legs a little more as I worked one finger into his tight bum and moved it to and fro. 'Yeah, nice,' he chuckled and clamped on my finger. 'A bit small though.' 'Yeah,' I hovered over him and raised his knees to his chest exposing his dark brown ring with just the hint of a red inner. I rubbed my own throbbing cock across his pucker smearing my own juice over his pouting pucker and centred. 'Go on,' he croaked. I did. I pushed gently and on a coating of his sweat and my own lube I opened his sphincter and entered his heat. I was imagining he'd be well used and easy (to be kind) but he was as tight as a drum and really knew how to squeeze and ease, the mark of a true professional. I moved in and out sheathing myself in his hot flesh and he was good, once I got into my stride he clamped his legs on my back holding me in tight and sank his mouth onto mine probing and exploring my mouth with his tongue. Once I realised that he was enjoying taking it I took my time and slipped in and out really relaxing his little muscle before going for the grand slam. He kept urging me on and muttering at me to go harder and faster but once I knew what he wanted I teased him. Every time I stopped he begged for me to get on with it and at the end I went for a straight head on brutal and he loved it. I slammed and batted my way to a climax and his own rigid cock jumped and jerked on his belly so hard that I thought he'd cum as I rammed in and squirted my seed deep into his belly. 'Jeeezus, Ant,' he clutched me with his dark brown eyes shining. 'That was something else...' he held me tightly as I gave a few more thrusts and collapsed on top of his sweaty body. 'Nice..' I said, in fact, I could just about speak. I was trashed and I didn't even object as he rolled from under me and laying me belly down on the bed got between my legs. Payback's a bitch but I was loking forward to this one. ........................................................ Loren Well, here we were at last. As soon as we got into the bedroom Zander grabbed me all very romantic and bent me over in his arms as if we were doing that daft dance, the tango. He glued his lips onto mine and spoke his words of desire. 'Wanna shag, babes?' 'Clown,' I laughed and struggled to get upright, this time we shared a proper kiss and I took my first feel of his muscular bottom. OK so he looked and acted like a lout but he must have hidden assets, I don't think Jake would settle for a dummy. We swayed about doing the tonsil tango and finally fell onto the bed and slowly and deliberately undressed each other. He had a good body I knew that from earlier but this time we were alone and I took my time, as soon as his old boxers went the way of all boxers I grasped his thick cock and slowly ran the foreskin up and down nipping it over his glans seeing the smear of his personal lube. I pinched the pee slit and a little bubble oozed out which I took away with one slow lap. 'Jeezus, Renzo...' he groaned and smiled lazily as I took his hot cock into my mouth and felt the slip of his swollen glans deep in my throat. Not to be outdone he moved on the bed and I felt him turn. It was his turn, he held my smaller cock and wanked it slowly suddenly taking it into his mouth... not such a butch boy after all. He was good as well, he took it in right down to his choke point and grasped and fondled my buttocks as I fucked into his mouth and sucked his dong. He had smooth balls but a nice blonde bush above his hardon and I let my fingers go between his legs searching for his honey pot. A quick stab and I had one finger in him and he was quite happy clamping on my finger and fucking into my mouth. That didn't last however, he had bigger things on his mind and one of then was my sweet arse, he mucked around and managed to get me on my back with my legs in the air but he was still sucking me and now he had his finger in my gut deep and hard. He was rubbing across my prostate and I was as hard as a rock and leaking like a tap, great descriptive powers there by the way. 'Come on,' I growled and dragged him ontop of me. 'You want fucking,' he mocked. My diddy Renzo wants a man.' 'Well if I do I'll go down Town Centre,' I laughed and he frowned down at me and then grinned. 'Nice and slow,' he brushed his lips across mine and I felt his swollen glans at my pucker... and about time too. A gentle push and I felt his slippery glans part my ring and enter me. I hugged him tightly as he started to move to and fro. He felt bigger than he looked but surpringly everyone does, it's not easy taking cocks but it can get to be a habit especially when you know you're gonna get a turn yourself and as I clasped his muscular bum I was tooking forward to topping him. Shagga Loren was ready to do this hooligan bad. Mind you for the moment I was quite happy with him giving me a bit of loving and he was far more gentle and a lot calmer than I'd expected. He kept my legs wide apart so he was in and out of my tautly stretched fanny again and again and I swear I could feel every millimetre of his slippery cock as he rumped away. 'You are so good,' he breathed heavily as he whacked in and out. 'I know I grunted,' finally managing to get my legs onto his sweaty back. That was it, the end game as I pressed onto his back with my calves he huffed and puffed his way to a climax finally juicing me well. I lay there and felt his spunk shoot into my gut and as he slowed down another couple of squirts and I wriggled on his fluid offering. He was good sex, no doubt about it Jake had got himself a goer. When it came time to turn around he tried to pretend he was tired but once I'm on track tiredness in no excuse, anyway, I think he was just winding me up. As we were struggling around he laughingly succumbed, maybe he liked a bit of a giggle but in the end he lay on his back propped against the headboard and I knelt astride his chest just slipping in and out of his mouth, his only comment... 'Get it nice and slippery.' At the end of it I had to stop, I was gonna cum in his mouth else and I didn't want that, I repositioned myself between his legs and hoisted them into the air. 'Be kind, I'm a virgin,' he gave a little whimper and then spoilt it by laughed. 'Prick,' I oozed some spittle onto my fingers and massaged his tight little hole before moving in. 'Nice and slow, Renzo,' he whispered and his eyes closed as I pushed against his pucker and entered his tight heat. 'Yessssss...' A smile came over his face and I went to work. I did take my time and we did loads of the kissy, kissy and it was good. He was really tight, as tight as a drum as they say and I fucked my little heart out and he loved it. I managed to hold off a couple of times until he finally gasped for me to cum and that was it. The final sweaty onslaught and he was all over the bed as I shagged away like a machine until I felt the familiar itch, the burning and then the glorious pumping as I planted my seed in his love nest (poetic or what?). 'You're good for a brat,' he gasped as I slipped free on a trickle of my excellent cum. 'Not bad for a weenie,' he grinned and pulled me in tight. That was it all over, we drifted away to Sleepsville stinky and sweaty but we slept well until dawn. The we did it all again The end for now. The soap will go on ---------------------------- I'm going to take a bit of a rest on this one and try and bring THE DEPA BOYS and THE ADDLESTONE BOYS into the same timeline. You can find them both in Nifty's HIGH SCHOOL Section by the way. Pictures of the characters are listed in MixPix 1 from... GCutter66@aol.com