Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2005 14:25:51 -0000 From: czykguy Subject: BOYLOVER'S TALES - The Making of a Boy Part 1 BOYLOVER'S TALES - The Making of a Boy- Part 1 By Czykguy- January 2005 It was the end of the school day, the sun was still hot and the stream of boys flooding home had ebbed to a trickle. A small worried face now appeared looking anxiously through the glass front door. The boy scanned the area in front of the school looking nervously around before finally venturing outside. He was overburdened by the weight of his bag which was almost as big as himself. He was obviously in his First year at his new school- his clothes new and overbig to allow for growth hung off him and he cautiously stepped forward. From nowhere the three bigger boys appeared from what seemed like thin air. At the sound of their raucous voices the boy hesitated and looked to shrink even smaller than he had first appeared. In no time the youths were upon him. "Out of the way cunt," the older of the boys spat and he raised his booted foot to push the young boy to one side. His mates giggled and similarly roughly pushed the boy as they went past. As a result the overladen boy fell to the ground. The youths pushed on leaving the now silently crying boy on the ground, their laughter ringing in his ears as they disappeared from his blurred view. "I hate this school,'" he blubbed as he got up. Depressed and even more nervous he timidly made his way to the school gates and started walking home. This time there was no sign of the older boys. In another place miles away and slightly later the sun shone down on the tree lined avenue in a local park. At the top of the path a boy appeared, blond haired, pink skinned he turned the corner into the long tree and bush laden path. He looked to be around 11 to 13 years old and was unfashionably dressed in blue beach flip flops and white shorts. He stopped at the top of the path and looked behind him and down the path; it was deserted and no other person was to be seen. Quickly he removed the shorts and now nude apart from the flip flops walked slowly down the path. A third of the way down there was a break in the plants and bushes that hedged the path, the boy turned in through the break and followed the trail to a small clearing. As he approached the open space, a mobile phone sounded. The boy reached inside the shorts he was carrying and took out the bleeping phone. He smiled a bright happy smile that lit up his face as he saw who was phoning him. "Hi Marty," he beamed into the phone, "Yes I'm nude as you asked. What do you want me to do for you?" "Ok Timmy," Marty spoke in his ear, "as you know I am going to be away on the training course for a couple of months, so we won't be able to see each other for four weeks at least if not longer. I am missing you like crazy; it's very lonely here without my favourite boy." "I miss you too," said Timmy blushing happily at being called `favourite boy', "it's not nice without you around." "Yeah, I thought you might be lonely," answered Marty, "so I've arranged for some friends of mine to meet you to cheer you up. You will look after them and be nice to them won't you." "Sure Marty," assured Timmy nodding his head vigorously into the phone, "whatever you say. You know I would do anything for you." "Good boy," answered Marty and then gave the boy some further instructions before saying `goodbye'. "Bye Marty," said a sad Timmy and watched as his phone went back to normal. There was a sound behind him and he turned to look towards the noise. Two men appeared through the bushes. One was older and dark- haired the other younger, blond haired and looked to be an older teen. Timmy recognised the older man, he had met him before. The man walked up to Timmy and reached out and stoked his blond hair. "Hi son," he smiled, "remember me?" Timmy smiled and added, "Yes," as he nodded his head. "Is this him?" asked the teen, "How old is he? He looks very young" "I'm eleven," smiled Timmy as the youth walked around him. "Jesus," exclaimed the youth, "an he's gonna let us fuck him, He don't look like he could take a man sized cock." The older man smiled and rubbed Timmy's hair again. "Timmy is a very good fuck, aren't you Tim?" he said smiling at the boy. Timmy nodded and smiled back, he remembered the man; he was an OK fuck, not like his Marty but then no one was like his Marty. He recalled the man had been quite gentle before fucking him hard, making sure he was ready for him. "Better start getting ready," said the man and he began to take his clothes off. The teen also started to undress. There was a further noise from the bushes and another man came into view, he was carrying a case. The man turned and called into the bushes, "They're here, get a move on." "More?" questioned Timmy looking up at the first man. "Yes Timmy, there are five of us," and seeing the concerned look on the boys face added, "its Ok they are all good friends of Marty." "Marty," whispered the young teen and Timmy shared a look with the boy, he knew that they shared something in common - Marty. Obviously the teen knew Marty and had that well fucked look on his face- Marty had that effect on his boys. Two more men came into view - one was carrying a blanket and some pillows, the man carrying the case had put it down and began to unpack it. Timmy knew it was a camera case. Marty obviously wanted to make sure his Timmy had done a good job of looking after his friends and Timmy was by now used to the camera being around when he and Marty had fun. The men quickly undressed, there were no names given, Timmy knew this was usual. Once the camera had been set up to the cameraman's satisfaction he asked, "Ok, I'm ready. So who's first?" "I think that ought to up to Timmy," said the first man and the bent down to Timmy's height. "Ok son, I am sure you are happy now that you know we are all very good friends of Marty and that you can trust us. So who would you like to take on first?" Timmy looked the men and the youth over. All of them smiled at him with their eyes so he felt okay with all of them. He turned to the first man. "I'd like you to fuck me first," he said, "I know you better than the others." "That's fine by me," smiled the man, "now we do have a blanket and some pillows but if you don't mind I'd love to fuck you on the grass." "Oh that's fine," smiled Timmy, "Marty likes to do that as well." The man and the boy lay down. The man kissed Timmy gently on the mouth and then slid his tongue into Timmy's willing mouth. He began stroking the boy all over and then started to rub the boy's now hard three inch cock. Both ignored the camera as it filmed all the action. The man slipped his finger inside Timmy's hole, the boy had come well greased. "I've got more Vaseline in my shorts." said Timmy, "if it's needed." "Holy fuck," muttered the teen, "Just like Marty taught me." "Well your ready." smiled the man, "now how about me." Timmy giggled and then bent over the man and began to slick his cock using his own saliva. Soon it was gleaming wet and its tip dribbled pre-cum. Timmy sucked the first bit into his mouth. Not as nice as Marty's but he always liked the taste of pre-cum. He slid down and lay on his back opening his legs wide. The man moved across him and took his position between Timmy's legs his glistening cock poised at the entrance to boy heaven. Gently he eased forward and as his cock slipped into the willing welcoming hole, there was a chorus of groans from the watching group. Slowly and gently he eased himself inside the boy, thinking to himself. `This boy is as good a fuck as last time' and not for the first time added a blessing on Marty and his ability to find such beautiful fuckable boys. Now that Timmy had a cock inside him he glowed, it had been over a week since Marty and he had had their farewell fuck and he missed the feel of a cock inside him. Marty had fucked him for over four hours, coming three times and Timmy had lost count of the times he had dry cummed. The man now got into his stride and was soon ploughing in and out of the boy. All too soon he reached his point and sank down thrusting hard and flooding Timmy with his first load. He lay there for a quiet moment and the eased himself out. Looking at the row of erect cocks he asked. "Who's next?" Despite the chorus of, "Me, me, me," that greeted this, it was to Timmy he turned. "Ok son, now you choose," Timmy did so and one by one the men lay down and fucked him, the teen was third to drop his load, he lasted all of five minutes and got up still hard, but he knew that he would get his chance again, they group was here for a good time and with a Marty trained `fuck' like he was it was going to be great orgy. The camera man was last, the first man taking over the camera. "Ok son," smiled the first man, "that was real good I hope you are having as much fun as we are." "Oh yes," said Timmy. "I haven't done a group fuck for ages." and he smiled his golden smile at the group. "Now son," said the first man, "Marty said once you were loosened up you were OK for a double fuck. Is Marty right about that?" "Double fuck?" muttered one of the men; he was new to this having only recently given in to wanting to fuck boys. Marty had connected with him on an internet site and had introduced him to a couple of available boys, this was the youngest yet and he had to admit the best. He was hoping that Marty would arrange a private session with the boy soon. "Yeah sure," answered Timmy. "I'm ready now for that." The man laid down on his back and Timmy climbed on top of him, gently he reached down and slipped the man's cock just inside his hole. He looked at the teen, "Now you," he told him. Eagerly the youth knelt down, he had only done this once before with Marty and it had not been successful, but then he had been in the middle then, this time he knew it was going to be ace. Slowly he slid his cock up alongside the other one and once Timmy told them he was comfortable they began to fuck the boy jointly. As each man came, his dick was replaced by another until each of them had dropped their second load inside the dextrous boy. They lay down in group around the boy so he could rest. Timmy looked up at the first man and said, "I feel a bit full." "Hmm." said the first man, "you probably need a clear out; there's ten loads of good cum in there," and he stroked the boys flat stomach. Timmy giggled at the light touch and then spread his legs as one by one the group got down to lick and tongue his boy hole till all the cum was cleaned out. As they were performing this task Timmy's phone rang. Timmy answered it and then passed it to the first man. "Yo Marty," said the man, "yes he's looking after us good," and then as Marty said something he added, "you sure, man that is too much." Turning to the boy he said, "Timmy Marty says you're OK to fuck on the path." "Sure," smiled Timmy trembling as a tongue nibbled away inside him. "I know what he means. I'll show ya." Wearing his flip flops and carrying his shorts the nude boy led the men back to the path. A short way along was a bench. Timmy positioned the first man on the bench and directed two of the others to watch the path for anyone coming along; then Timmy slicked the seated man's cock and climbed on top of the man and sat down on the throbbing tool and began to slide up and down. Exposed on the open path the man was soon overcome and quickly shot his third load inside the eager boy. One after another the men exchanged places, none lasting long in the vulnerable exposed position. At last it was the teen's turn. Like the other's he sat down and Timmy eased himself on the boys pulsing rod, his cum seeping hole slipping easily down the pre-cumslicked cock. Timmy began to pump up and down. Then one of the path watchers called out. "Hey two kids coming on bikes," "Are they boys or girls?" asked Timmy grabbing the nearby blanket to cover himself. "Boys," called the watcher as the men slipped into the trees and bushes. Timmy now partly covered carried on pumping the boy's cock, watching out the corner of his eye as the two young boys rode towards them. Then as the two boys came level, Timmy slipped the blanket off and began humping the teen's cock even harder. At the sight of the now naked boy bouncing up and down on another naked boy the two boys, boggle-eyed stopped to watch the scene. Timmy continued to hump the youth even faster until he could feel the boys climax was close then he quickly slipped off the aching cock and sat down and wanked the spunk out of the boy before leaning over and sucking the dripping cock and licking up the spreading semen. He then looked up and spoke smiling at the two mesmerised boys. "Either of you want your dicks sucked?" he said. The two looked at the strange sight and then at each other and then quickly rode off down the path.. One hung back slightly and looked back. "Same time tomorrow," called Timmy and the boy rode on to catch his mate up. The spent teen laughed and put his hand up to stroke Timmy's blond locks. "Marty and I did something like that near where I live," he said. "Oh Marty loved to be watched by boys," smiled Timmy, and added, "that kid will be back tomorrow for some fun," he giggled. Each of the group had now cum three times and were all looking and feeling more than a little tired. Timmy offered to suck anyone off if they wanted it. The cameraman took him up on the offer and whilst he was doing that the first man caressed the teen and then picked him up and laid him down on the blanket and began to fuck him. One man left and the camera man now finished then filmed Timmy sucking the last man and the two fucking on the blanket. Once they had all finished they walked back with Timmy to the clearing to get their clothes. "OK son," said the first man, "That was one hell of a fuck session. You are everything Marty said you'd be. Oh by the way Marty said to give you my number in case you felt extra lonely whilst he was away, here give me your phone." Timmy handed his phone over and the man tapped in his number, "there ya are son," he said, "its under Marty" in case ya need a quick fuck," as he handed the phone back. "Now I gotta get this boy back home before he gets into trouble with his mother. Are you gonna be alright getting home son?" he asked Timmy. "I'm OK," smiled Timmy, "I'm supposed to be in the park anyway- playing football cos mum's had to go over to my nan's, so I'm good for a while." "Ok son," smiled the first man, "now Marty said we could do this again next week, it'll be me and some different guys." "I'd like to cum too," interrupted the teen. "Better check with Marty," said the first man, "he might have set you up with something else." "I'd like to get together with you again," said the other man, "you are one great fuck, just wish my boy would let me fuck him." "Marty would sort him out for ya," guffawed the first man, "but if ya want a second slice- ask Marty, it's his boy." "I'd like to do it with you again," Timmy said to the teen, "I'll ask Marty to set it up, perhaps we could frighten a few other boys." and they all laughed. "See ya next week then son," said the first man and each disappeared into the trees. The next day back at the school gates the nervous overburdened boy again made his way out of school. Seeing the coast was clear he started down the street, then again from nowhere the gang appeared behind him and once again they pushed past him. Again the boy found himself falling to the ground. Tearfully he picked himself up and to his horror saw that the gang were waiting down the street, there was no way he could avoid them and he knew they were just waiting to pick on him again. Dejected he started off again and the next thing found himself being flung to the ground. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," came a concerned voice. The boy looked up through his tears. A tall blond man stood over him, he had a mobile phone placed by his ear. "I'm so sorry," repeated the man, "I was on my phone and didn't see you." he turned the phone off and asked the boy, "are you all right. Have I injured you?" "I'm okay," said a tearful voice and then as the boy stood up, he winced with pain, his ankle and his knee hurt. "You are hurt," exclaimed the man, "here let me look, I've done first aid." The boy stood still as the man gently examined his ankle and knee. The man's touch was comforting. "Hmm no bones broken I think," said the man quietly, "possibly some bruising but with your trousers in the way I can't get a clear look. Do you want me to take you to hospital?" he asked the boy gently, "just to make sure." "No, I'm all right," said the boy but as he picked up his bags he groaned slightly as the pain hit him again. "Well look," said the man, "at least let me take you home." The boy started to say no and then caught sight of the grinning gang still waiting and watching further down the street. The man seemed nice and was genuinely sorry for what had happened. He decided to throw all caution to the wind and ignore all the warnings about strangers. "If you could take me home," he said nervously, "that would be a great help." "Off course, off course," smiled the man. "Its the least I can do. Here let me help you into the car." The man was as good as his word and soon the boy was seated in the car, the seat eased back so that his leg was resting comfortingly on his bags. The man reached in and did the car seat belt up. He ran his hands down the boys torso, across the boys groin and then down to the leg. He felt it over carefully. "You comfortable?" he asked concernedly. The boy unaware that the man had touched him between the legs replied, "Yes thank you. I feel better already." "Well lets' get you home then," smiled the man and got into the driving seat. "Now you had better give me directions then," he said, "I'm new to this area and don't know my way around. Now which way do we go?" He turned to face the boy, "Oh by the way," he added, "my name is Marty. What's yours?" "Wayne," answered the boy and then gave his new friend Marty directions to his house. "That's a nice name," smiled Marty as he followed the route to the boys' home. "This is it," said Wayne as ten minutes later they drew up outside a small terraced house, just like all the others in the street. Marty got out to help Wayne out of the car but as Wayne stood up he winced. Marty immediately picked him up. "Hmm no walking for you until I've given your leg the once over," Marty insisted and carried the boy to the front door of the house Wayne had indicated. He went to ring the bell. "There's no one there," said Wayne. He felt good, almost safe in the man's arms, he could not remember the last time he had felt so secure. "Mum works," he added, "she won't be back till 6.Let me get my keys," said Wayne and he fished around in his blazer jacket for the front door key that was chained to the inside pocket. Marty carefully manoeuvred the boy so he could easily reach the keyhole and using his foot he pushed the door open. Inside he carried the boy into the front room and placed him on the sofa. "I'll just get your bags from the car." Marty said and Wayne relaxed on the chair. Marty was soon back. "I've left your bags in the hall," he said "I'll take them up to your room if you need me to. Now let's have a look at that leg." Marty now knelt down and carefully stroked the boy's leg. He gently pulled up the trouser leg and then stopped. "I'm sorry," he said looking the boy directly in the eyes, "but I'm going to have to take your trousers down to get a proper look." It was more of a command than a request. Wayne looked at the stranger before him. The man's eyes smiled back at him, he was quite handsome thought Wayne, he felt he trusted the man; he had been so nice to him. "O-O-Okay," Wayne stuttered. "Good," smiled Marty, "now you stand up carefully and I'll pull down you trousers and we'll see what's what." Gingerly Wayne stood up and holding onto Marty's shoulders he supported himself. His leg still hurt, not as bad as before but he felt, he knew it needed to be looked at. Marty eased Wayne's blazer off and undid the boys tie saying, "must loosen tight clothing." he told the boy and he undid the boys shirt down to his trousers. Wayne stood quite still as Marty now eased the shirt out of the trousers and finished undoing the shirt completely. Wayne's cotton vest could be clearly seen. Marty now undid the boy's belt and started to undo and then unzip the fly. Slowly he eased the boy's trousers down exposing the tight white cotton briefs the boy wore. He gently pushed the boy back so that he sat down on the chair, as he did so he carefully pulled the boys shirt down so that when Wayne sat down the shirt was now tight around his arms and halfway down his shoulders. "Oh that's too tight for you," said Marty anxiously and before he knew it he had slipped Wayne's shirt completely down, "better hang that up," Marty added and Wayne watched as his shirt, tie and blazer was placed over the back of a chair. "Mum would approve of that," he thought. Marty came back and eased Wayne's trousers down; swiftly he undid the boy's shoes and slipped both socks and shoes off before sliding Wayne's trousers off. Again he hung them over the boys' blazer before turning back to his charge. Wayne now just dressed in his vest and briefs looked adorable. His blond hair framed his youthful face and his green eyes just added to his attractiveness. Marty felt his cock lurch upwards. `Careful' he thought now is not the time to let your dick rule your head. "Now let's have a proper look at the damage," he said kindly and deftly lifted the boy's limb examining it closely, his eyes drawn immediately to the more exposed groin area wanting to see what lay behind the white briefs. There were two reddish areas on Wayne's leg, one by the ankle and the other up along the boys' thigh. Gently he stroked the reddening areas. Wayne initially flinched but as the smooth hands caressed his skin he relaxed, the caressing was making him feel good. "Hmm no breaks," smiled Marty, "just a couple of bad bruises I think," he moved his hands further up to Wayne's side, "better check your side where you fell," he added and grasping Wayne's vest with both hands he pulled gently upwards. Instinctively Wayne put up both hands and Marty eased the warm white vest over the boys head. It joined the pile of clothes on the back of the chair. Marty now caressed the boy's side and also checked the area where he had fallen, there was no sign of any damage at all. "Bit of massage I think is all that's need at the moment," he told Wayne and slowly began to caress the near nude boy. Gently, lovingly he stroked and caressed the smooth skin. Wayne lay back and let Marty stroke him all over loving the sensations he was feeling. The pain in his leg was long forgotten and even when Marty ran his ands over the damaged areas he relished the feeling of Marty's gentle hands as he teased the boy's nerves. "Oh," sighed Wayne as Marty circled his nipples with his fingers teasing his nubs into attention till they stood proud of his chest. He giggled happily as Marty teased the sensitive skin between his legs almost laughing with pleasure when Marty stroked his fingertips along Wayne's inner thighs. "I'd say someone feels a lot better," smiled Marty and sat back on his haunches away from the boy. Wayne felt a sudden disappointment as he realised Marty had stopped the massage. "Time for a drink I think," smiled Marty, "and then a bit more massage just to make sure." Wayne grinned and treading carefully showed Marty into the kitchen where Marty made himself a coffee and Wayne had some milk. Wayne was oblivious to the fact that all he was wearing was his briefs. "Tell me more about yourself?," asked Marty as they sat down at the table. "For a start how old are you?" "I'm eleven," explained Wayne, "well just eleven. I've been put up a year cos I'm supposed to be bright; he added and then launched into his history. Wayne it turned out was some sort of prodigy and was now under an accelerated programme at his school. Because of his small size he was being picked on he explained and nodded happily when Marty said. `Oh those boys on the road.' Sensing a receptive audience he went into greater detail. How his dad had left years ago so that he could not remember him and how his mother had to work hard to keep them together. His grandparents on his mother's side lived on a farm in a tied cottage, he loved to visit them but they were not well paid but did what they could to help out. His father's mother was still alive, she lived by the sea but was in a home so he could not stay with her; she did not know where her son was he had kept out of contact with her as well. His father's father was dead; he could not remember him at all although he had been alive when Wayne was younger. Marty finished his coffee and washed up - he did not want Wayne's mother to know about his contact with Wayne yet. "Time for some more massage," he announced and noticed happily the gleam of anticipation in the boy's eyes. "Tell you what," he said, "lets go up to your bedroom and do it there, and then I can carry up your bags and clothes. "Yes please." laughed a happy Wayne and then as the boy stood up he grimaced. "Looks like I'm gonna have to carry you up as well," smiled Marty, "your leg has stiffened up a bit." Wayne sat down, he felt very happy inside at the prospect of being carried by his new strong friend. "Better get you up first," Marty said, "and then I'll come down for your stuff." Marty lovingly picked up the eager boy and carefully carried him up the stairs. Wayne's room had a big sticker on it so it was easy to identify and as it was unlocked it was also easy to push the door open. It was a typical boys' room, messy, some clothes on the floor- posters of dinosaurs on the wall rather than footballers and pop groups. Deftly he pulled back the Spiderman duvet and laid the boy down. They found themselves looking into each other's eyes and then Wayne cheekily pushed his face up and kissed Marty on the chin. "Why thank you," smiled Marty at the now laughing boy and leaned down over Wayne. "Perhaps I should repay the compliment." he added. Wayne laughed and pursed his lips. Marty leaned forward and softly kissed the boy directly on his sweet red lips. There was a moment's hesitation and then Wayne kissed back. The kiss was short was sweet and then Wayne fell back giggling again on the bed. "You stay there." commanded Marty, "whilst I get your stuff." and he turned and stumbled. He had put his shoe in something on the floor. It was a pair of Wayne's white briefs, slightly yellow stained in the front. "I see I have a messy dirty boy to deal with," Marty smiled wagging his finger as Wayne dissolved into laughter. Three minutes later, Wayne's bags were in their place in the room, his uniform was hung up and Wayne was gently moaning with pleasure as Marty once again worked his magical fingers over the boy. After he had massaged the boys back he turned him over and began to caress him all over his front, again circling the exquisite nipples so that again they stood on end pink and lickable, but Marty refrained himself. Down his hands went caressing the boy's inner thighs again eliciting sweet boy moans of pleasure and then there were signs of life between the boys' legs. Suddenly Wayne spoke, "I havta pee," he said almost apologetically. "No problem," smiled Marty and gently picked the boy up and carried him to the bathroom. "Now I will hold you whilst you pee," he instructed, "just in case you fall over again." Wayne laughed and did as he was told. He pulled his small semi hard dick out through his fly front. "Oh no you don't," said a stern Marty, "I saw the state of those knickers of yours on your bedroom floor. These are coming off," he added and swiftly pulled Wayne's briefs down. Wayne again giggled and now totally nude and totally safe and secure with his stern friend stood by the pan and quickly peed. After he had watched the boy shake the two inch now soft dick, Marty grabbed a piece of toilet paper and squeezed the last few drops out of the boys cock. "See." he said, "now in future when you pee do this so you don't leak into your briefs." Wayne nodded in wonder at this important piece of advice and held his hands up. Marty bent down and picked the nude boy up and once the boy was safe in his hands he bent back down and picked Wayne's briefs up with his finger. He carried them both back to the bedroom. As he laid the boy back on the bed he slipped the boys briefs inside his pocket, `they would be stained tonight with something other than boy pee', he thought as he bent down over the boy. Wayne had not let go of him and as Marty moved away Wayne pulled him back so they were face to face. He studied the face before him. "I like you," he said simply and reaching up he pulled Marty even further towards him and they kissed gently and then with more pressure. Marty carefully manipulating the boys lips for maximum pleasure. He stopped short of trying to insert his tongue inside the boys mouth, 'tomorrow for that' he decided. He pulled gently but insistently away and reluctantly Wayne let him go a look of base disappointment crossing his face. "I have to go," stated Marty and added at the look of horror that now crossed the boys face as Wayne almost crimpled into tears, "look I don't think your mother would be happy that not only had I hurt her little boy but that I was here inside her house and uninvited, a total stranger. Not only that I am sure that she would not be very happy with her little boy for letting me in." Wayne pursed his lips and decided that perhaps Marty was right but he still looked close to tears. "Okay," smiled Marty, "tell you what," he leaned forward and grasped Wayne's little pricklet in-between his two fingers and waggled the wrinkled tip towards Wayne. "If you promise to keep this clean like I showed you and don't tell your mother that I hurt you and that you let me inside your house then tomorrow I will come by the school and see how your leg is feeling." Wayne who had giggled delightedly as Marty had grasped his cock now realised that Marty was being very serious. "Okay," he said after a short thinking time and then cheekily added, "Wot if it needs another massage?" and beamed a bright happy smile at Marty. "We'll see," smiled Marty sternly, "now time to get dressed. I am sure you don't want your mother to see you walking round the house in the nude" again he wagged Wayne's cock towards him and added, "now time to put this away young man." Wayne laughed out loud, he liked this man and the way he treated him. Obediently he got up and started to look for his clothes. As he was searching Marty quickly took Wayne's briefs from his pocket and with his back turned to the boy quickly undid his zip and wiped his pre- cum coated dick dry. He knew what was coming next. "What's the matter?" he asked the obviously now puzzled boy. "Can't find my knickers," replied Wayne. "Well," said Marty, "if this is the normal state of your room then I am not surprised you can't find anything. You are going to have to learn to keep your room tidy young man besides if you are going to keep this clean," he said once again taking Wayne's cocklet between his fingers and gently manipulating it, "then you won't need knickers will you." "Not wear knickers," said an open-mouthed Wayne. "I don't," replied Marty, "I keep myself clean." Wayne looked up at him, "you don't wear knickers," he said and putting his head on one side added, "Can I see." "Certainly," replied Marty happily and quickly he unzipped his fly - opened it and pulled out his semi-hard cock.. As her expected Wayne stood amazed staring long and hard at Marty's thick six inch dick. "Cor," he exclaimed, "it's much bigger than mine." "Yours will grow," replied Marty, "you're young yet," he was sure now that his was the first adult cock that the boy had seen. "Come on now lets choose some clothes for you." He stood with the boy and went through the boy's wardrobe and finally picked out a short t-shirt that fitted Wayne very closely. It was tight enough across the chest to accentuate the boy's nipples. He also chose a short pair of shorts that clung to the boy's body. "Those are two years old," said Wayne, "I wore those when I was eight." "They still look good on you," said Marty. Wayne looked at himself in the mirror and decided that Marty was right. The two left the bedroom and went downstairs. Just inside the front door Marty turned to Wayne and got down on his knees so he was nearer to Wayne in height. "Now promise me that a) you will not tell your mum that I hurt you and that you let me inside," Wayne nodded, "and that you will be a better boy and make a start on tidying your room, just 10 minutes each day will soon make it a much nicer room to visit you in," again Wayne nodded his agreement, "and finally," stated Marty slipping down Wayne's shorts and cuddling the boy between his legs, "you promise to keep your little dicklet clean," Wayne giggled at the word `dicklet' and nodded his head enthusiastically. "Okay then," added Marty, "I will see you tomorrow outside school. Now let's say goodbye." Wayne immediately launched himself at Marty grabbing him round the neck and began kissing him furiously on the lips on the nose on his eyes, in fact all over his face. Carefully Marty manipulated the kiss back to his lips and savoured the sweet taste of the boy. Unconsciously he was still rubbing the boys cock as they kissed and it was only Wayne's moan of pleasure that made him realise what he was doing. He looked down; the boy's cock had hardened and grown an inch and looked succulently suckable, `tomorrow' he promised himself and untangled himself from Wayne's octopus like arms. He lovingly pulled the boy's shorts up tucking the desirable cocklet out of sight. "Till tomorrow then," he smiled, "Till tomorrow," repeated Wayne. Back inside his car Marty quickly wrapped Wayne's briefs around his dripping cock and drove away, he knew the boy would be watching from the window and he wanted the boy to get back to normal as soon as possible. It was about a half hour before the boy's mother normally came home. He had been checking out the school for two weeks now and it was in the second week he had latched onto the boy as a possibility. He had watched the older boys bullying Wayne and had followed him home by car and on foot enough to know that the boy was left alone for a long period following school. He knew there was no father around and from his experience was sure that the boy would easily transfer fatherly affections to any male that showed an interest. And so it had proved. He decided that with any luck he could get to fuck the boy by the week- end, he had already mapped out a strategy, one he was sure would work. He pulled into a pub car park and parked up; there was just time to phone Mark to see how the session with Timmy had gone before he needed to eat and before the pub filled up. Quickly he dialled Marks number and soon had a full description of the fuck session that had taken place the day before. "Its being put on DVD tonight but Ray (the cameraman) is out filming Timmy now to see if he got that kid to come back. He'll post the DVD to you tomorrow plus anything he gets tonight," said Mark the first man. "I could do with Timmy now," said Marty, "just had a hot first session with a new prospect. I feel like I could cum gallons. Now how did Sam do?" "He was good," replied Mark, "that teen will go far and he wants to link up with Timmy again, he loved fucking the younger boy." "Did anybody guess he was just fourteen?" asked Marty. "No," replied Mark, "he is huge for his age, lovely big cock and tall enough to pass for an older boy. It's when he opens his mouth to talk that he gives his age away." "I don't want to team him up with Timmy again just yet," said Marty and added, "Do you think he's ready to `pull a train'?" "Not sure," said Mark, "if you tell him I think he would say no, but he's ready for more than one fuck after seeing Timmy take on five." "Tell you what," said Marty, "I'll phone Simon and see if we can arrange for his Scout Troop to camp out near Sam. We'll get him to take on two of the boys and then feed the other five in, by the time he's been fucked four times he won't want to stop. I know how his sex drive works, after that we can get the football team down and he can give them an after match serving. How's he doing at school?" "I've got didgi pics of him taking his hard cock out in class. He's also stripped off in class when the teacher was called away, as usual he told his schoolmates it was a bet and the class posed with him nude and erect. He says he's got a digivid of him coming in class and a mate confirming on the vid that he did do it in a normal school lesson, but I haven't seen that yet. He's shown me the pics of him getting his dick out in assembly and he's working on cumming in the showers after PE, again he needs his mate to witness and he says they haven't managed it yet. He hasn't sucked cock in class yet his mate is still not sure about that but he's working on him and also checking to see if any others in his class will let him do it. He still needs to arrange to wank in the playground in front of the younger boys and to also wank in front of the older boys and offer to wank them off or suck them. He says he's exposed himself to most of the male teachers by having his fly open and no underwear on and so far none of them have taken it further but two of them did not tell him to zip his fly so he's hoping to do something with either of them." "Well he's getting there then," said Marty. "I'm seeing him tonight for a suck and a fuck by the river, but we'll have to watch the time as he needs to be home by nine. His parents want him in bed early as he was late last night. I thought I might try hanging around to see if I can get into his bedroom for more sex." "He still wanking in front of his young brother?" asked Marty. "Yeah if tonight works out I'll see if the kid can watch me fuck him. Sam says he's starting to show interest." "Hmm Ricks coming up to seven now, I'd like to get him before he actually gets to his seventh birthday. Sam will have to concentrate on his brother, if necessary he can slow down on the school stuff, but we will go ahead with the Scout Troop fuck. I'll phone Simon tonight and get that on the way. Okay then have fun with Sam tonight then Mark I'll speak to you tomorrow." Marty left the car and went inside the pub. He was very happy with the days events. He decided to eat before he phoned Simon. `Shame Timmy or Sam was not around tonight' he thought, after the progress he had made with Wayne he could do with a proper `boyfuck' still his hand would have to do. He sat down and studied the menu. Miles away just as Marty at down Timmy, dressed like the previous day stood by the side of the long path near the trail. He looked down the path and saw that there was a lone cyclist in the distance. As the figure came closer Timmy could see it was the boy from the previous day. The boy stopped his bike as he came up alongside Timmy. He got off his saddle and stood, the crossbar of the bike splitting his football shorts and accentuating the bulge between the boys legs. The boy looked at Timmy and leaned over the handlebars of his bike. "So you going to suck my dick?" the boy asked Timmy. "Yeah," smiled Timmy "Like you did that boy yesterday?" the youth said. "Yeah," smiled Timmy. "Cool." said the boy and swung his leg over the crossbar. "How old are you?" asked Timmy. "Twelve," replied the boy, "and you?" "Eleven," replied Timmy and added, "Can you cum?" "Cum?" answered the boy. "Yeah, make spunk or sperm or shoot the white stuff," said Timmy. "Oh that," giggled the boy. "Yeah I can cum." "Can you cum twice," smiled Timmy. The boy looked at him and then a huge grin split his face. "I think I'm about to find out," he said. Ray who had filmed the encounter silently followed the two boys till he reached the spot he had shown Timmy where he was going to hide. It was up to Timmy to make sure the boy was in the right place for Ray to get the action up close and in focus. As Timmy manoeuvred the boy into place Ray settled down. An hour later the smiling boy got back on his bike. His balls felt really drained. "Bye three timer," smirked Timmy. The boy beamed, `three timer' yeah, three times he had spat his load into Timmy's hot willing mouth. "Same time tomorrow," said Timmy. "You sure if I get my mate here tomorrow and you get to suck him I can fuck you in the arse." "Long as he cums," said Timmy. "Shit," said the boy as the image of fucking the boy made him hard again. Timmy reached out and squeezed the expanding bulge between the boy's legs. "You wanna try for four?" he smiled quietly seductively. "Oh God," said the boy and wordlessly slid of his bike and followed Timmy back into the bushes. Ten minutes later the boy walked his bike back on the path and started walking back home, planning on how to get his mate to agree to Timmy's plan. He felt much too drained to ride, his balls ached, his cock stayed semi hard both of which made cycling difficult. He didn't think he would be able to cum again for ages but that night with the hot memory of Timmy sucking him off not once, not twice but four times meant he had to wank twice before his sex mad brain quit thinking enough to let him sleep. Behind him in the woods Ray stepped out. "Great stuff Timmy," he said. Timmy smiled, slid his shorts off and lay down. Ray wasted no more time and was soon dick deep in the boy. By the time Timmy was finished with him Ray had matched the boy cum for cum and Timmy happily walked home with a full stomach and a full boy pussy. Ray drove home to finish the DVD and add the extra footage. He also found himself wanking twice before getting to sleep. Marty back in the car after his meal quickly rang Simon and explained what he wanted to do. "No problem," said Simon, "the boys could do with a workout and I know which of the boys would be best suited for the job." "I could do with one or more of them myself," said Marty and explained about the new prospect. "Where are you?" asked Simon. Marty told him. "Oh boy are you in luck. John and his brother Chris are staying nearby. Let me call them and I'll try and set you up." He rang off. Two minutes later Marty's phone rang. Simon had come through. Quickly he noted the directions he was given and ten minutes later he parked the car near a council playground. Inside two boys were sitting on the swings. Seeing him they stood up and waved. Marty quickly walked over to join them. "Hi Marty," smiled John the older of the two, He was a cute twelve year old, dark haired and naked, his four inch dick already hard. "Hi John," smiled Marty in reply, "real nice to see you." Marty turned to the younger boy, "Hello Chris," he said. The cute seven year old giggled his welcome and Marty found himself recalling taking the boys cherry on his sixth birthday out by the river where he had also cherryied John. John had been present when he had done Chris and it had turned into a good fuck fest. "How long we got?" he asked. "Plenty of time," smiled John, "Mum is here on secondment and we are attending the local schools. She's busy tonight and she is happy that we are out an about in the clean country air." He giggled. "We don't have to be in until nine tonight and best of all we are staying in a bungalow so if you want to come back later you can stay even later. Mum goes to bed early cos she has to get up early and just to make sure she's taking sleeping pills." he smiled wickedly at Marty. "Okay," laughed Marty now where do we go now? You got a place?" "Follow us," said Chris and grabbing their shorts from the swing seats they set off down the riverside path. Ten yards down they slipped under a fence and there by a lake fed from the river was a low grassy area. "This is our fuck place," announced Chris and fell back on the grass. Seconds later a totally nude Marty was easing himself into the tight boy hole and soon was pumping the boy hard. Chris was still a tight fuck and once into his rhythm he positioned John so he could suck the boys cock as he fucked his brother. It was not long before Marty had fired his Wayne induced cum deep inside Chris's fuckhole. He followed that with taking a good cum load out of John's four inch dick before they boys changed positions and Marty now fucked John whilst sucking Chris. John egged himself on by sucking Marty's cum from his brothers arsehole. Marty soon shot his second load deep inside John and now with the urgency dealt with his next fuck was slow and pleasant. Chris's moans of pleasure as Marty made the boy cum three times before unloading could be heard clear across the river. John now moved between his brothers legs and continued the good work Marty had begun. It did not take long before Marty was fired up by the sight of the two brothers copulating and he completed the trio by slipping deep into John as he fucked his brother. John sandwiched between them took his rhythm from Marty and they fucked to a leisurely climax. John's climax triggering Marty's as they shot within seconds of each other. Initially sated they lay together in a cocksucking circle, just giving pleasure not needing to climax again. As nine o clock approached Marty accompanied the boys back to their bungalow and after a short time the boys' bedroom window opened and Marty climbed in. They listened for the boys mother to get to bed and as soon as her sleeping pill breathing pattern was established the boys launched themselves on Marty and both were fucked twice more. Finally sated Marty kissed the boys goodye and left through the front door. Behind him John was slipping into Chris for a final goodnight fuck, the boys were sharing a bed anyway and were often still connected in the morning. Back at his hotel room Marty gave Wayne's briefs their first cum load before falling asleep. The next day Wayne cautiously looked around before leaving the school's main building. As he stepped through the main gates he froze, down the street barring his way he could see the gang of three. `Oh no' he thought and then a familiar voice said. "Hi Wayne, how's the leg?" it was Marty. Beaming with delight at seeing his new friend Wayne threw his bag into the car and with great delight sat down in the passenger seat. "You been a good boy?" asked Marty as his hands hovered above Wayne's groin, holding the seat belt in one hand. "Oh yes," smirked Wayne. "Show me," commanded Marty. "Show ya?" said a puzzled Wayne. "Open your zip and show me." smiled Marty. "Oh yeah," giggled Wayne and slid his zipper down. He was not wearing underwear. "Get it out," commanded Marty. "Get it," spluttered Wayne and then realisation dawned on him and he fumbled his cocklet out through his zip. "Wh- wh - what if someone sees?" he stuttered. "It's a nice dick," smiled Marty, "everyone should see it." Wayne giggled and then he let Marty adjust his fly even wider so that his whole genital area was on show as he clipped the seat belt into place. In happy silence they drove to Wayne's house. Once inside Wayne followed Marty up to his bedroom and in seconds he was naked. Lying on the bed as Marty kissed him and then began to stroke him he was aware that this massage was different to the previous day. As Marty's tongue slipped for the first time inside his mouth he shivered with anticipation, this was so much nicer than yesterday. Marty sat up and like before grasped Wayne's thickening cocklet between his fingers. "You keeping this clean?" he asked stroking and caressing the now hard three inches. Wayne trembled and shivered with new found delight as he nodded his compliance. "Hmm your bedroom also looks much tidier," smiled Marty, "I think my good boy deserves a reward," he added and then leaning over Wayne's smooth chest he licked the boys erect nipples. Wayne found himself purring with pleasure and arched his back at this new overwhelming sensation. "Wow," he moaned and the he was conscious of an even greater new feeling. He looked down to where Marty's finger s were lovingly easing his foreskin down, till his beautiful pink cock tip was completely exposed, As Marty breathed a warm breath across the sensitive tip Wayne groaned deeply as this new emotion flowed through his very being. Gently Marty lowered his head till his warm, wet tongue tip met Wayne's cocklet tip. "Ahhhhhhgggggggggghhhh," Wayne pulsed with unexpected pleasure. And then.... to be continued.