RENEGADES & OUTLAWS

By Pink Panther


All the usual disclaimers apply.

Things are definitely moving on now, in all sorts of ways, so read on and enjoy. As always, feedback will be more than welcome, so please send your comments to archimedes294@hushmail.com and I’ll reply as soon as I can.


CHAPTER TWENTY TWO


With his life being so busy, Josh hadn’t chatted to Fantastic Mr. Fox for several weeks, but on this particular evening, with his homework completed and his parents out at yet another function, it was something he definitely wanted to do. He checked on Windows Live. Mr. Fox wasn’t online. He logged in to the chat room; Mr. Fox wasn’t there either. It was frustrating, but there was nothing he could do. He scanned through the people currently chatting; he didn’t recognise any of them.

He left himself logged in and opened his web browser, googling Debussy’s Arabesque No.2 in G. Of all his grade eight exam pieces, this was his favourite. He was pleased to find that there were several videos available. He checked out a few of them, finally selecting one by a very young Aimi Kobayashi. He began listening, inspired by the girl’s wonderful performance. She’d totally nailed it; that’s what he’d have to do.

Suddenly the taskbar flashed orange. Mr. Fox had logged into the chat room was sending him a message. He quickly bookmarked the video and switched windows.

FMF: Hi Josh! How’s it going? You haven’t been on for ages!

JT: Pretty good, thanks. Log into Windows Live; there’s something I need to tell you.

Moments later Mr. Fox was there.

FMF: So what’s up?

JT: A couple of days ago Tommy and I came here after school like we usually do, only this time the computer was on. Tim, the kid I chat to sometimes, was online. So me and Tommy let him watch us.

FMF: Wow! I bet he loved that!

JT: Yeah, he went wild for it!

FMF: What did you do?

JT: Everything!

FMF: So did Tommy fuck you?

JT: Yeah! I bent over the side of the bed so Tim could get a really good view of it.

FMF: I wish you’d give me a show like that.

JT: Well, I could send it to you.

FMF: You recorded it?

JT: Yeah! I wanted to watch Tommy doing it to me. Have you got fast broadband?

FMF: Yeah, 20 Mb per second; what about you?

JT: The same. So d’you want me to send it? It shouldn’t take too long.

FMF: Yeah, sure!

JT: You won’t show it to anyone else, will you?

FMF: No, of course not. I’ll get rid of it as soon as I’ve watched it.

JT: Okay then.

Josh selected ‘Send File’ from the menu, attached the webcam and hit ‘Send’ and waited for the file to download. It took barely ten minutes.

FMF: Got it! I’m going to watch it now. Okay?

JT: Yeah, no problem!

Simon set the webcam to play and maximised the video window, settling down in front of the computer, his eyes glued to the monitor. Josh and Tommy were sensuously undressing each other; it wasn’t long before they were down to their underwear. That was hot! Tommy was a big boy for twelve, Simon noted, the lad looking every inch a footballer. Josh reached out, slowly pulling down his friend’s boxer shorts. Simon was impressed. Tommy wasn’t just a big boy; he had the cock to go with it. So that was what Josh had been getting up his arse!

The show continued. Simon was intrigued. Josh had told him that Tommy came from a very poor home. He’d expected the lad to be quite rough, like Brandon, but he wasn’t; he was gentle and considerate, treating Josh like a prince. And although he wasn’t in the least bit effeminate, he was obviously gay, the way he kissed and sucked spelling it out in big letters.

Finally they reached the part Simon had been waiting for, Josh standing side-on the camera, bent right over, his hands resting on the bed. Having completed the necessary preparations, Tommy stood up and penetrated him. After a moment to steady himself, he began to fuck. It was the hottest thing Simon had ever seen. He’d watched videos of boys fucking, but seeing it happening live and unscripted, right in front of him was in a totally different league. Best of all, Josh was moaning and whimpering, begging Tommy to fuck him even harder.

Simon was riveted to the action. He hardly dared touch his cock, knowing that with just a couple of strokes and he’d have cum all over the place. Suddenly, Josh gasped out loud, shuddering from head to toe. Seconds later, Tommy plunged his full length into the boy, ejaculating deep inside him. After a few seconds, Tommy carefully withdrew. Josh exposing his freshly fucked bum-hole before the screen cut to black. Simon was stunned, hardly able to believe what he’d just seen.

FMF: That was amazing! I’ve never seen anything as hot as that! Unbelievable!

JT: I thought you’d like it!

FMF: So what d’you want to do now? I’m horny as fuck after watching that.

JT: The usual okay?

FMF: Let’s do it!

JT: Okay! Let’s see you cum!

Josh watched the screen intently as Fantastic Mr. Fox took hold of his penis and began to masturbate. After only a few seconds he ejaculated all over the place.

JT: Wow! You even got some on your face!

FMF: That’s how horny you’ve made me! Let’s see you now!

Josh pushed back his chair and began to masturbate, pulling up his knees and finger-fucking himself as he did so, quickly bringing himself to a shuddering climax.

FMF: That was way hot! You are so sexy!

JT: Perv! LOL!!

FMF: When are you online next?

JT: Mum and dad are out Friday night. We can chat then if you want, usual time.

FMF: See you then! I’ll look forward to it. Bye & thanks!

JT: Byeeee!!!

Simon logged off, feeling like he’d won the lottery. He’d just recorded the hottest boy-sex he’d ever seen, all completely spontaneous; the soundtrack was priceless on its own. And with Josh using one of the best webcams available, the picture quality was first class. But even better, Josh was ripe for the picking. When they chatted on Friday he’d fix up to meet him again. Then he’d finally get what he wanted.


0 o 0 o 0 o 0


“Hello darling,” Kate Banham greeted, giving Josh a quick hug and pecking him on the cheek. “Had a good day?”

“Yes thanks mum,” Josh responded brightly.

“You and Tommy still getting along well?” Kate probed.

“Yeah, course!” Josh enthused. “Tommy’s great!”

“Josh,” Kate asked pointedly. “Does Tommy get into fights with some of the other boys?”

“No mum,” Josh answered, “not that I know of. Why?”

That was true as far as it went; the incident with Kyle Edwards hadn’t been a fight exactly; Tommy had challenged the kid and Edwards had backed off.

“Oh, it seems there was an incident at a football match last year sometime,” Kate said. “Tommy got into a fight with a boy from the other team. I don’t have the details, but I know the police were involved, so it must have been fairly serious, although they didn’t proceed with it. I just wondered if you knew about it.”

“No mum,” Josh repeated.

That was perfectly true; he’d never heard a word about it. He was curious. He’d seen Tommy play football in games lessons; he’d never seen him go barging into other kids or anything like that, so how could it have happened? Something deep inside told him that Tommy wouldn’t want to talk about it, but Gary would know; Gary and Tommy always played football together. He’d have to ask him.

Kate bustled off into the kitchen. There couldn’t be too much wrong, she told herself. Josh had flourished at the High School. He’d benefited from being one of the stars, not worried about having to keep up with kids who were much cleverer than he was. And even though he’d missed getting a distinction in his most recent piano exam, grade seven with credit was a very high standard for a boy who was still three months short of his twelfth birthday.

Even joining the band, which she’d initially been wary about, seemed to have helped him. It hadn’t detracted from his piano studies and seemed to have given him more confidence. And providing Tommy with a place to do his homework to help him escape his unfavourable background was something she applauded. Josh took it very seriously; she couldn’t possibly criticise him for that.

There didn’t seem to be a problem with Tommy either. When he was at their house on Sunday mornings, he behaved perfectly, and from what she’d heard, he was doing very well at school, much better than expected, in fact. It appeared that this incident had been a one-off. She’d made Josh aware of it; there wasn’t much else she could do.

She was still bothered though. Josh had changed. She’d have been hard pressed to explain how he’d changed, but he was, well, different. And Josh and Tommy was such an odd relationship; why had two boys who seemed to have so little in common become so close? Kate, however, was the second of three girls. She’d attended a girls’ grammar school and had not started going out with boys until she was fifteen. The ways of eleven and twelve year old boys were a closed book. Although she sensed something strange in the air, she simply didn’t know what she was looking for.


0 o 0 o 0 o 0


Simon ushered Brandon into his flat. In little more than a minute they were both stark naked.

“Come here,” Simon instructed quietly, moving across to the computer. “Before we get started I’ve got something to show you.”

Brandon plopped down on the chair next to him, the scrawny boy’s disproportionately large cock already fully erect.

“Remember the other kid I told you about?” Simon asked. “The one I was chatting to before I met you? Well here he is with one of his friends.”

Josh and Tommy appeared on the screen, undressing each other. Brandon’s eyes widened.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed. “When did you get this?”

“Yesterday evening,” Simon said quietly, “He told me that they’d let this other kid watch them, you know, enjoying themselves.

“Fuck!” Brandon repeated.

For several seconds they watched in silence.

“Fuckin’ posh gaff he’s got,” Brandon commented.

On the screen, Josh had just pulled down Tommy’s boxer shorts.

“He’s got a big one!” Brandon observed, smirking.

“Almost as big as yours,” Simon cooed, reaching across to fondle Brandon’s penis.

The webcam continued, the picture quality every bit as good as Simon had hoped it would be. Josh and Tommy began to kiss.

“That’s fuckin’ gay, man!” Brandon sneered. “I mean, the smaller kid looks sort of gay, but I wouldn’t have thought the other one was.”

“Apparently he’s the captain of the school football team,” Simon informed him.

“Yeah?” Brandon questioned, raising an eyebrow. “I bet his team mates don’t know about him! Fuck!”

They continued to watch, Brandon’s eyes not even flickering. The fucking scene started.

“Shit!” Brandon gasped. “I wish that was me! He’s giving the kid a right seeing-to!” He paused for a few seconds. “The small kid’s a right fuckin’ slut!” he added, grinning at Simon. “He fuckin’ loves it!”

“Well, you don’t seem to mind it too much,” Simon reminded him.

“Not like that though,” Brandon countered. “Kid’s fuckin’ beggin’ for it!”

They reached the final scene, Josh back-on to the camera, Tommy’s spunk spluttering out of his anus.

“What a little pussy boy!” Brandon chortled. “I’d love to give him a good fucking! Don’t look like the big kid spunked much. If I’d bummed him there’d be a lot more than that comin’ out!”

“Well,” Simon whispered. “I can’t promise, but I might be able to arrange that.”

“Yeah?” Brandon queried, giving him a cheeky grin. “When?”

“During the school holidays, but it depends a bit on whether you could stay away out for a night or two without your parents asking where you are. Josh lives up in the Midlands. We’d have to go up there; stop over for at least one night or we wouldn’t have enough time.”

“That’s no problem!” Brandon said, smirking. “I’ll just say I’m stoppin’ with one of my mates. They never check. So you done that before then?”

“Yeah, last summer,” Simon explained. “Rented an apartment for a couple of nights; met up with him in between. We spent the day together; I took him back to the apartment.”

“Did you fuck his arse?” Brandon demanded.

“No,” Simon admitted. “He didn’t want me to. I’m not sure if he’d been fucked at that stage, but he definitely wasn’t up for taking one my size.”

“Little fuckin’ wimp!” Brandon sneered. “You should have fucked the arse off him!”

“Well, I hadn’t actually fucked yours at that stage,” Simon countered, licking Brandon’s ear. “I did the day I got back though.

“And I took it okay, didn’t I?” Brandon boasted. “Never cried once, even though it felt like you’d got a telegraph pole up there!”

“You took it beautifully!” Simon cooed.

“So you gonna fix up to meet him, yeah?”

“I’m going to try.” Simon cautioned. “We’ve arranged to chat on Friday evening; I’ll ask him then. I think he’ll go for it.”

“You gonna tell him about me?” Brandon queried.

“No,” Simon said quietly. “I think we’ll keep that as a surprise.” He paused for a few seconds. “Right young man!” he said firmly. “You know what happens now. You’re going to get my daddy-cock up your tight little bum!”

“Okay . . . . Dad!” Brandon responded, giving Simon another cheeky grin.

Simon led the boy across the room, taking a pillow from the bed and throwing it on top of the chest of drawers. Brandon obediently bent over it, his chest resting on the pillow. Simon squeezed some KY onto his fingers, quickly lubing the boy up and smearing some over his cock. He moved in close, his penis nuzzling Brandon’s anus. He gathered himself and thrust it in.

Brandon gasped. He’d taken the man’s cock dozens of times but the moment of entry still made his head spin. Simon gripped Brandon’s skinny thighs, pushing steadily forwards until his pubes were pressed tight against the boy’s bottom.

“Mmmmm!” Simon growled. “Still beautifully tight!”

Brandon was breathing heavily. He’d done the hard part; the good bit came next. Simon began to move within him, the man’s large cock driving repeatedly over his g-spot. Brandon’s penis became harder with every thrust, throbbing with his heartbeat, the tingling so intense it was driving him almost insane. Simon would have only had to touch his penis and he’d have spunked all over the woodwork. But Simon didn’t touch it, holding the boy around the thighs, driving his big cock remorselessly into Brandon’s arse, fucking the kid with all the force he could muster. Brandon was purring like a big cat, maybe a cheetah, Simon thought; yeah, definitely a cheetah, slim, lithe and supple.

Simon’s orgasm was getting close. He tightened his grip on Brandon’s legs, hanging on tight as it hit like a runaway express. His cock exploded into life, volley after volley of his thick man-cream flooding into Brandon’s rectum as though it was never going to stop. Then finally it did. They stood there, motionless, frozen in time, their breathing the only sound to be heard.

After several seconds, Simon withdrew, sinking to his knees and turning the boy round in one smooth, well-practised movement. He plunged down on Brandon’s six inch uncut cock, sucking it hungrily, Brandon’s fingers gripping his head. It was over in seconds, Simon slurping and swallowing as several jets of salty-sweet teen cum spurted onto his tongue. He pulled away, licking his lips.

“Mmmm!!” he breathed. “Beautiful!”

“You love my spunk, don’t yer?” Brandon said, smirking again.

He swaggered off to the bathroom. That had been a great session, quick, rough and explosive, just the way he liked it, especially after watching that webcam vid. He’d been dreaming for months about finding a younger kid to fuck. If Simon set him up with that pussy-boy, it’d save him the trouble.

Simon stretched out on the bed, totally fulfilled. Nothing, but nothing, could feel better than fucking a cute kid like Brandon, and sucking the spunk out of him afterwards was quite literally the icing on the cake. And with just a little more work, he was going to get the ultimate bonus. After months spent patiently waiting for the opportunity, all he had to do was to sweet-talk Josh into meeting him during the Easter holidays. He and Brandon would fuck the kid into oblivion.


0 o 0 o 0 o 0


“Gary,” Josh said quietly, “I need to ask you something but it’s a bit private.”

“Yeah, go on,” Gary said calmly.

“Did Tommy get in a fight at a football match with one of the kids from the other team?” Josh asked. “I think it was last year sometime.”

“How d’you know about that?” Gary demanded, looking alarmed.

“Oh, my mum does lots of work round the courts and the police and stuff, she’s always hearing stuff. She knows who Tommy is; she asked me months ago what his surname was.”

“And she doesn’t mind you hangin’ out with him?” Gary queried.

“No, she’s like that. She’ll have asked around, of course, to make sure he was okay and wasn’t going to get me in trouble.”

“You haven’t asked Tommy about this, have you?” Gary asked.

“No,” Josh confirmed. “I sort of guessed he wouldn’t want to talk about it. So what happened?”

“Last season we had an away match with Brenton Vikings, right dirty team,” Gary said quietly. “They’d got this one kid who was like their midfield hard-man, not as tall as me but quite stocky, yeah? Well, he was really putting his foot in; hacked me down and some of our other kids. The ref kept pretending like he hadn’t seen it; just waving play on. Anyway, we’ve got this kid in our team called Jeremy Green. He goes to the grammar school; don’t think you know him. He’s not that big, probably about your size, but he’s really quick and skilful, yeah? I wish I could play like he does. So he was running rings round them. Well this kid came flying into him, studs up, never even went for the ball; took his legs right out. Jeremy was on the floor crying his eyes out; the kid could have broken his leg goin’ in like that. The ref blew up and gave us a free kick, but he never even spoke to the kid; I couldn’t believe it! He should have got a straight red card! And the kid’s strutting round, smirking like he’s Mr. Fuckin’ Untouchable, yeah? So Tommy comes over to him, there’s a few words said and Tommy fuckin’ batters him! You should have seen it, man! Tommy was all over him! My dad and Jeff, that’s our coach, had to pull him off. The kid was a mess!”

“So when Tommy came up to the kid,” Josh asked, “what did they say?”

“Well I only know what Tommy told me,” Gary responded. “He said he told the kid he was lucky to still be on the pitch. The kid told him to fuck off and spat in his face.

“Wow!” Josh murmured, almost inaudibly. “You didn’t hear them then?”

“Nah,” Gary said, grimacing. “I was twenty yards away. I’d have got a right earful from my old man if I’d got any closer; he’d probably have grounded me. He says if anything like that happens I have to keep away from it.”

Josh didn’t know what to say. He could understand why Tommy had reacted the way he had, but he was still shocked; he found it hard to imagine Tommy being violent. On the other hand, it wasn’t a total surprise. ‘The kid’ as Gary called him was a bully, fouling the opposition players and being allowed to get away with it. Tommy had stood up to him, just as he had with Kyle Edwards.

“Well, they had to abandon the match,” Gary continued. “They had to call an ambulance; take the kid to hospital. Kid’s parents were mouthin’ off, sayin’ they’re gonna report it to the coppers, get Tommy locked up, all that shit. Anyway, Jeremy’s dad was there. He’d been recording it on his camcorder. The challenge was near the touchline he was filmin’ from; he’d got it perfectly. You could see the kid never went for the ball. He’d got the fight as well. The kid spat right in Tommy’s face, dirty bastard! So he got the shit beaten out of him; fuckin’ right too!”

He paused, allowing Josh time to take it in.

“Anyway, that evening, Jeremy and his dad came round to ours, yeah?” Gary went on, “said they was goin’ to the coppers about it, wanted us to go with him. So we went off down the cop shop, reported it all. Me and Jeremy showed ‘em the stud marks the kid had made on us. Well, Jeremy’s dad had put the vid onto a USB stick, so we sat and watched it. You should have seen the copper’s face when the tackle went in! Couldn’t get his hat off! Saw the start of the fight too; before he’d been sayin’ about Tommy bein’ in big trouble, changed his tune once he saw what’d happened! So anyway, they start investigatin’ and guess what? Turns out the ref was their coach’s brother in law and the kid’s uncle! Shouldn’t have been doin’ the match! He should’ve told the league and they’d have swapped him with someone else, yeah?”

Josh shook his head. It was a totally different world from what he was used to.

“Well, the shit went right in the fan,” Gary concluded. “The ref got kicked out, their coach got kicked out, the kid got banned for six months cause he’d already been sent off twice, and their team got disbanded.”

“What about Tommy?” Josh asked.

“Got a six-match ban for violent conduct,” Gary said. “They had to do that really.”

“But the police never did anything?” Josh probed.

“Nah!” Gary explained. “Jeremy’s dad said he’d drop the charges against the kid if they dropped the charges against Tommy, so that’s what happened.” He lowered is voice. “The thing is,” he whispered, “afterwards, Tommy was really upset about it cause people were sayin’ he was goin’ to be like his dad, yeah? So don’t go tellin’ him I told you.”

Josh nodded. He was pleased that Gary had told him the full story, but was still concerned about how violent Tommy had been. It was an aspect of the boy’s character he’d not seen first hand.

“D’you think he’d have done that to Kyle Edwards if you hadn’t been there?” he asked.

“I was worried that he might have,” Gary admitted. “That’s why I jumped in so quick.”

“So does Tommy often get into fights like that?” Josh enquired.

“Nah,” Gary said, grinning. “Most of the time he’s as good as gold, but just occasionally some arsehole gets him wound up and he fuckin’ loses it.”

Josh took a deep breath. He admired Tommy’s courage in standing up to bullies, but he was worried. If Tommy didn’t learn to control himself better, one day he’d get into serious trouble.


0 o 0 o 0 o 0


Tommy was still asleep when he felt the familiar big hands shaking him.

“Out of bed!” Frank growled.

Tommy was puzzled. Being spanked and fucked over the chest of drawers was usually reserved for when he was in trouble, which as far as he knew, he wasn’t. But it was pointless to argue. He moved into position and waited for the inevitable.

In the other bed, Kevin was already awake. He was going to enjoy this. He loved watching Tommy getting fucked and this position offered the best view possible. But it wasn’t just that; today was going to be special. Tommy’s boxer shorts were pulled down round his ankles; that led to his next surprise. There was no spanking; Frank simply lubed him up and sank his big cock into him.

“Seen much of Peewee recently?” Frank asked, slowly fucking Tommy’s bum.

Tommy didn’t answer, barely able to get his head round the question.

“Thought not,” Frank continued. “He says you’ve been neglectin’ him, hangin’ out with all these posh friends you’ve got.” He paused for a few seconds. “We’ve seen him, haven’t we Kev?” he went on. “Like the other night when I was up his tight little arse! And you know what? He fuckin’ loved it!”

Tommy’s blood ran cold, the colour draining from his face. He’d heard Kevin say he was going to get Frank another boy. He’d never dreamed it could be Peewee; the thought had never entered his head. He should have warned him, told him to stay out of Kevin’s way, but he hadn’t.

It was his fault; Peewee needed someone to look out for him; he always had. Worse still, Frank was right; apart from when they played football, he’d hardly seen his cousin for weeks. So Kevin had taken advantage, and if what Frank was saying was true, they’d fucked him. It was possible that Frank was blagging, but Tommy didn’t think so; somehow it all seemed to fit.

Frank was fucking him properly now, the man’s eight inch cock thrusting deep into his rectum. Frank reached down, wrapping his fingers around Tommy’s penis. It was completely flaccid and remained that way, Tommy so distraught that he couldn’t have got an erection if he’d wanted to.

“And now I’m fucking you!” Frank snarled. “And you’re still makin’ out you don’t like it. Well you know what? I don’t give a shit! Kev’s found me a much tighter little bum to fuck!”

A moment later he ejaculated, his spunk flooding into Tommy’s bowels. After a few seconds he pulled out, leaving the bedroom without another word. Very gingerly, Tommy stood up, trying desperately to stop Kevin seeing how upset he was. The look of triumph on Kevin’s face told him everything. He didn’t know how or where, but Frank and Kevin had fucked Peewee’s arse. He retreated to the bathroom, seething; angry with himself, angry with Frank, angry with Kevin, angry with everyone.


0 o 0 o 0 o 0


Simon sat in front of the computer, waiting impatiently. He hoped Josh wouldn’t keep him waiting; it was Friday and he wanted to go out. Get the arrangements made, have some fun then split. But he mustn’t rush things, he reminded himself. If Josh sensed he was being bounced into something, he’d probably baulk at it.

He replayed the webcam video. It was a genuine classic. Two beautiful boys doing absolutely everything, all completely unscripted, excellent picture quality and full live sound; it could hardly have been better. The fucking scene was superb; you could see every detail even though the boys were some way back from the camera, Josh’s moans and whimpers making it totally clear how much he liked having it up his bum.

Simon still found it hard to believe how affectionate Tommy was. Brandon wouldn’t be like that. Despite his small size he was as tough as old boots and very aggressive. Simon guessed that was what you’d expect of a kid from a family of scrap-metal dealers. The taskbar flashed orange.

JT: Hi there!

FMF: Hello Tiger! Had a good week?

JT: Not bad thanks!

FMF: Do you fancy meeting up with me again during the holidays?

JT: You mean like we did last time?

FMF: Yeah

JT: Will you want to fuck me? You will, won’t you?

Simon was caught on the hop; he hadn’t counted on Josh coming right out with it. He didn’t have many scruples; he’d shown the webcam to Brandon even though he’d promised not to, but fucking the kid if he’d said he wouldn’t was a step too far, even for him.

FMF: I was hoping you’d let me, now that you’re used to it. You seemed to love Tommy doing it to you.

There was a long pause.

JT: Okay then

FMF: So when can we meet? Fridays are good.

JT: Okay, the Friday after Easter Sunday.

FMF: Same time, same place?

JT: Yeah, ten o’clock outside the leisure centre.

FMF: That’s wicked! I’m really looking forward to seeing you again!

JT: What you’re really looking forward to is fucking my bum!

FMF: You bet I am! So are you going to wank off for me?

JT: Yeah, as long as I can watch you afterwards!

FMF: No problem!

They quickly discarded the few clothes they were wearing. Simon was triumphant. It had been so simple; the kid had gone right for it. Josh moved into position, moving his chair away from the camera. Simon licked his lips. The kid was so cute he could eat him!

FMF: Let’s see your bum.

Josh turned around, bending over the arm of the chair. Simon exhaled sharply. The boy’s anus was noticeably dilated, with areas of chafing to either side. It was obvious he’d been fucked since the last time they’d chatted, probably within the previous few hours. Simon wondered who the lucky boy had been this time, Tommy, or one of Josh’s other friends. Maybe there’d been more than one, he speculated. It seemed that Josh had gone from complete innocent to total slut in less than a year.

It didn’t matter, Simon told himself; his patience had been rewarded. He was finally going to get his cock up there. He’d let Brandon go first; he’d follow in on the thirteen year old’s spunk; give the kid a fucking he’d never forget. And that would just be for starters.