Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2009 12:49:36 +0000 From: Josh Cock Subject: Simon's Boy Part Four B I debated between arriving on them unannounced, catching them with Angel's hand up inside Sam's shorts and his cock still wet from its brief introduction to fellatio, or giving them some warning so they could pretend nothing had been going on. I decided on a warning, it was probably too soon to embarrass Angel that much. I crept back to the kitchen and called, "Roll me one, Sam, I'm almost done here." I smiled to myself at the thought of Angel's hand ripping itself free from Sam's cock and the hasty rearrangement of his own, immaculate clothing. It was, perhaps, a bit too hasty; his shirt had not been properly tucked back in, and in his rush he'd not managed to do up the top button of his perfectly tailored shorts. I acted as though I had not noticed and concentrated instead on Sam. His erection stood straight upwards, unrestrained by the thin cotton of his shorts, one leg of which was still high on his thigh. I was quite certain that, if Angel had got Sam's cock out to play with, it would still be fully on show! "Been getting to know each other a bit better, then, I see," I couldn't resist the comment, even though I did try, well, just a little. Sam sniggered; Angel's face went the same colour as the geraniums on the balcony. "It's ok, Josh," Sam grinned at me, a grin that told me, even if I hadn't seen, and heard, the evidence, that his planned seduction of Angel, if not yet complete, was well on the way. "Angel knows about us." I went back to my acting days and put on a look of stage horror, though not going as far as clasping a hand to my mouth; that would have been hamming it too far. "He sorta worked it out when he went to the bathroom," Sam carried on, saving me from having to find an appropriate phrase to express my concern at his `revelation'. Instead I looked as though I did not understand; a look I'm quite good at and have improved on considerably since I've had Sam around! "Well," Sam carried on, "There is only one bed, so it's fairly obvious our sleeping arrangements are, shall we say, unconventional." "Please do not be concerned, Senor Josh, I have given Sam my word. I will take your secret to my grave." "That is, indeed, most honourable of you, Angel, and nothing more needs to be said. We are in your debt." I tried desperately not to laugh at the fourteen year old boy trying so hard to behave like an adult, Sevillano aristocrat, when, in reality, he was an almost completely pissed fourteen year old boy! "Now drop the formal stuff, Angel, and behave like a boy, for fuck's sake. Stop trying to be a pompous, stuffed mattress of an adult. You're only a boy for a horribly short time, so don't waste it. Have fun and do all the things a boy should do; and as many of the things a boy shouldn't do as you can get away with." The poor boy looked horrified, so I tried to put him out of his misery. "That's not an insult, Angel, and we are truly grateful that you so obviously accept us for what we are; but just relax, be yourself, your real self, the one you have to keep hidden away at home and at that expensive school of yours. The you that Sam and I have seen and like; so carry on getting stoned and pissed, carry on talking about the things that boys talk about when there's only boys around." "Told you he understands boys," Sam put in. "And if you want to go to bed with Sam, you already know where the bed is!" I couldn't resist making his face go geranium again! Sam hooted, Angel spluttered. "Come an' sit down, Josh," Sam instructed me. "Get pissed an' stoned with us; an' talk dirty with us as well." I was going to protest that Angel had suffered enough embarrassment, but Sam ignored that and simply added to it. "He's here till Saturday, an' there's no way you'll ever go that long without wantin' me cock, an' I sure as fuck ain't gonna hide in the bathroom with you while you have a gobble." I had to acknowledge the truth of that! "You got two boys here who wanna be boys, so, like you said, make the most of it." "Definitely tempting," I admitted, "Especially when one of them is so appropriately named!" "Hey, stop makin' passes at me mate," Sam giggled and poor Angel went geranium yet again. "Wasn't making a pass, just an observation;" I gave Angel a wink to try to let him know this was just a game. "Anyone gets a hand inside his knickers in the next half hour, it's gonna be me," Sam stated; which did nothing to reduce the colour of Angel's face. "Half an hour," I mused; "I think I can probably wait that long." Sam spat gin and orange over his shorts. "Now look what you made me do," he mock complained. "Anyway," I rubbed it in, "I thought you'd already been there." I stared directly at Angel's still not properly fastened shorts, which made him go an even deeper shade of red and caused Sam to spill more gin and orange on his already wet shorts. "Now I'll have to change," he moaned. "I know," I said sympathetically, "And you haven't got another pair to change into." "Haven't, have I," he said as though considering things. "Oh, well, only one thing for it." He stood, calmly dropped his shorts, removed his top and sat back down, gloriously naked, his cock still in full mast position. "No problem gettin' at it now," he giggled at the other boy, who was, of course, even redder yet. "Problem gettin' at his though," Sam nodded in Angel's direction. "He's got fuckin' armour on under those fancy shorts." "No I haven't," Angel sputtered in protest. "Take fuckin' siege engines and batterin' ram to get inside those." It was a challenge, of course, a dare that Sam calculated Angel's pride would make him unable to resist. "We could be seen," he protested weakly. "Who fuckin' by?" Sam snorted. He was right, naturally; Sam, as I had learned, always planned properly. He'd lowered the bamboo screens at each end of our balcony and our height, plus the strategically placed plants on the wall, prevented anyone on the course from seeing a thing unless we stood up and paraded around. "Your choice," Sam dismissed the subject, implying as he did so that Angel was chicken, which meant the only way for the boy to save face was to accept the challenge and surrender his fortress underwear. "Alright, then," he said defiantly, removed his expensive shirt, folded it carefully, placing it on the stone wall seat beside him, then slowly undid the zip of his shorts easing them down as though doing a strip tease. They too, were carefully folded and placed before his briefs followed, equally teasingly, down his firm thighs and off his feet. He stared, challenge pouring from his eyes, at Sam; his deliberate and methodical striptease an almost mocking raise of the stakes, while both Sam and I watched his delicious cock, already half full, complete its inflation to stand as upright as Sam's already was. Nice cock; a fraction shorter than Sam's five inches, it was also just a bit thicker and with slightly less foreskin, a skin that looked as though it would peel easily; the sort that your lips can ease back so your tongue can tease the exposed, sensitive glans when you suck. "Nice one," Sam breathed, referring both to the fact that Angel had accepted and raised the challenge and that what he had revealed was, indeed, well worth revealing. And worth revealing it certainly was; as beautiful as the boy who owned it, the pale blond hair on Angel's head complemented perfectly by a darker gold, compact bush that strayed not upwards, downwards nor sideways. Angel dressed had been tasty, Angel naked was boyhood perfection. "Just leaves you, Josh," Sam spoke without, for one single second, taking his eyes from Angel's treasures. I looked at Angel, asking without words if he wished me to join the game and he gave the slightest nod that he did, but his real attention was on the effect his nakedness was having on Sam who was almost dribbling with desire. "Your move, I think," said softly, but with a hint of a taunt. `I accepted your challenge, now I give you one in return.' There was no need for him to voice the words, they were written all over the mocking smile on his angelic face. "Fuckin' gorgeous!" Sam whispered, still his eyes glued on Angel's cock. "That is so fuckin' gorgeous!" Angel twitched his cock, almost as though he was inviting Sam to make a move on it, and that is exactly what Sam did. He moved from his chair, knelt in front of the other boy and lowered his open mouth over the jerking treasure, taking it in right down to its dark golden haired root. "Oh, yes, Sam; oh, yes," Angel breathed, as Sam's lips and tongue began to move on him. His eyes were shut, his lips parted, as he gave himself up to the pleasure I knew was flowing through him. He either didn't care about, or was completely oblivious to, my unwavering concentration on their shared, boy lust. Angel was Sam's first boy, but he knew well enough, from being the willing subject of my ministrations for the past fourteen months, exactly how to give pleasure to a boy's body. He knew all the erogenous zones and he knew what to do to them. His hands were all over Angel's magnificent nakedness as he sucked. A stroke and a squeeze of the shoulder, a hand sweeping from shoulder to groin and from groin to kneecap; sweeping back up, pausing to fondle and gently tweak a nipple that was now standing a stiff nub, a dark rose jewel in a puffy, dark brown setting; and then down once more to caress and stroke silken thighs, thumbs inside so that each stroke, as it took his hands higher, brought those thumbs into the hot, hairless crack between balls and legs. Angel lay back in his chair, legs parted and outstretched, and all the while his eyes stayed shut and his lips parted. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped from him as Sam sucked and his hands moved. I expected Sam to slow down, to lead the boy slowly towards his climax, even to stop before he got there, but this was Sam's moment. The boy he had lusted for, had risked all to seduce, was naked under his hands and his mouth, and Sam wanted his reward. Using just his mouth on Angel's cock, and his hands on the boy's wonderful body, he took Angel to the brink and then over that brink. Angel's body stiffened, his breath came in short, panting gasps; his hands tried to push Sam's mouth from his cock, knowing that his spunk had started its unstoppable rise from his balls and thinking, wrongly of course, that Sam would not want his mouth filled by his release. Almost roughly, Sam knocked away the warning hands, and when Angel cried out, in a last, desperate attempt to warn of his relentless orgasm, Sam gripped hard on the quivering boy's hips, moved his mouth off just a bit, so only the head of Angel's cock was held in his lips, and the spunk jets would hit his taste buds, flowing onto his tongue and allowing him to waste not one, single drop. Angel's body tensed and jerked, his pent up breath released in a long, shuddering sigh as he exploded into Sam's greedy, grateful mouth, and my boy held the love offering in his mouth, savoured it and swallowed slowly, so he had room there to milk out the last, remaining drips. Angel lay still, though his chest and stomach still heaved; his eyes still shut and his lips still parted as his mind began its slow return to his body, its return from that place a boy's mind goes when his cock is so passionately sucked. "Oh, god, Sam," he whispered when enough of his mind had returned to allow his lips to move and make words. "Oh, god, I didn't know it would be anything like that!" Then his beautiful eyes, open at last, flashed concern, his long, golden lashes fluttered with worry; "Oh, I'm so sorry, Sam," his concern overriding his orgasmic delight which lingered still throughout his body, "I'm so sorry. I tried to warn you: I didn't mean to spunk in your mouth!" "Exactly where you were supposed to spunk," Sam grinned up, delighted both with himself and with the cream Angel had fed him. "House rule number two." The bewilderment on Angel's face was almost comical. "We never waste spunk," Sam told him. "An' anyway, it's fuckin' delicious." He couldn't stop himself from giggling at the look on Angel's face, so he added to the boy's confusion. "Josh goes ape if he don't get a load first thing in the mornin'; reckons it far better than yoghurt!" Angel lost his concern in a spontaneous snigger at that and enquired if that was house rule two, what was rule one? "Never wear clothes if you can be naked," Sam announced with one of his huge grins. "I like the sound of that rule," Angel grinned back; "I think I might be naked a lot here." "Fuckin' better be, son," Sam was insistent. "What you had was just a starter!" "I don't know about rule two, though." Angel sounded worried. "I don't know if I can swallow spunk." "No worries," Sam was quite unconcerned, this was a problem he'd anticipated. "You don't think you can do it, I'll let you know when it's on the way an' you can let Josh finish me off." I liked the way both boys had automatically accepted that Angel would be sucking Sam later, but, somehow I had the feeling I would not be called upon to assist with Sam's climaxes! He'd just issued another challenge to Angel, and the only way the poor boy could save face was by swallowing Sam's spunk. "Anyway," Sam raised the stakes again, "Mouth ain't the only place you can squirt spunk!" Angel's jaw hit his knees again. Had Sam just said what he thought he said? Was Sam suggesting that they fuck? Of course he was. My Sam had never been subtle; he wanted Angel's arse, so he simply said so! I tried to ease things by suggesting that we should go inside. It was still plenty warm enough to stay out, but I thought a change of scenery might calm Sam down a bit. I got that wrong! "Yeh," Sam agreed enthusiastically, "We can have another joint and watch some porn." Another joint? Sam was pretty wasted already, and poor Angel was somewhere near Mars. "Porn?" he asked, weakly. "Yeh," Sam enthused, "We got tons of gay stuff an' some lezzy and straight as well. I reckon some boy on boy stuff, give Angel a few ideas," he looked at me and winked, "let him know what he's been missin' out on." To my surprise, Angel's face registered, not disapproval, but total agreement. "Boys fucking boys?" he asked, sounding quite hopeful. "Loads of that," Sam giggled, "Josh's favourite." "Then I want to see that," Angel decided, before looking directly at me. "You can choose something you think I'd enjoy watching," he said, then went on, "Do you think I've got a nice cock, Josh" Sam sputtered; if he'd had a drink in his hands he'd have spat it everywhere. It was a fairly pointless question; I'd hardly taken my eyes off Angel's beauty since the moment he revealed it. "I think you have a beautiful cock, Angel," no lies there, "Absolutely beautiful." "Then I'll sit in the middle," he announced, "So you can feel it as well. Sam will be too greedy if he is between you and me." "Hey!" Sam pretended to be put out, "You're my golf partner, not his." "But I am his guest," Angel managed to keep his face straight, "And I should repay his hospitality." Give the boy another joint, quick, I thought. I might get a mouthful of cream as well! My chances of that went up with Angel's next comment. Still with a straight face, he carefully explained to an astonished Sam, "You and Josh have been doing these things for a year; this is my first time, so I have a lot of catching up to do. If I am in the middle I can have both your hands all over me at the same time, and I will learn faster." A moment's silence while Angel's words sank in, then both boys collapsed in weed aided laughter. "You are fuckin' priceless," Sam gasped when he had enough breath. "When you suggested we should shower, I hoped it might lead to us having a wank together," Angel confessed. "I never dreamed it would be like this." It must have been that weed moment when confessions just make their appearance. Without looking up from the three joints he was creating, Sam said, in a matter of fact tone, "Thought I had a chance of gettin' inside your knickers; now I wanna get inside your arse." "How much weed you got?" Angel sniggered. "Enough," Sam grinned. "But before I get my cock in you, I'm gonna have you fuck me senseless, if you don't mind, that is." "Quite the opposite;" Angel, grinning like a Cheshire cat, started to reach for Sam's cock, but, unable to get near it because of Sam's creative activities, changed his mind and went for mine instead. That did feel good, Angel's angelic hand caressing my pill solid length, and, like Sam, I knew straight away it was not the first, or even the second, time Angel had held cock. "Feels like you know what you're doing," I dared to say. "Like I told Sam earlier," he confessed, "I have wanked with two other boys, but only wanked. I like cock. I'm a boy." "Thank fuck for that," Sam guffawed, "Josh'd be well pissed off it had been mixed pairs we were playin' next week." "You don't like girls?" Angel asked, making sure I certainly liked him by what his hand was doing to my cock. "Been there, done that, prefer boys," I joined in the confessional. "Then you are a lucky man, you got two to play with;" Angel snuggled in close and started work on my balls. Naturally I had to feel his splendid legs and one thing led to another, so by the time Sam had finished the joints I'd managed to encourage Angel to another erection. We watched the porn and smoked, quietly fondling each other, Angel getting his wish with two pairs of hands exploring every reachable inch. "I really didn't know boys could do all those things to each other," Angel commented when porn and joints were finished. "Where do we start?" Sam answered that by pulling the other boy into him and going for a kiss, and while their tongues played games I used my mouth on Angel's cock, using my lips to peel him and my tongue to stimulate his sensitive, uncovered glans. "You're right, Angel whispered in Sam's ear when their mouths parted, "He really does suck fantastic." "An' you know what they say about boys who open their mouths," Sam grinned at me over Angel's shoulder, which nearly made me bite his delicious morsel. "What's that?" Angel was curious, not wanting to be left out of what seemed to be a joke. "Mouths ain't the only thing they'll open." "I thought we'd already agreed about that," Angel pointed out. "As I said before, where do we start?" "You two lads want an hour in bed to yourselves?" I offered, feeling generous. "No way, this is a three ball round," Angel insisted, and Sam, as always, capped it with, "Six ball, three clubs; an' it's only a three hole round." This, naturally, resulted in helpless laughter from all of us. Sam took charge, it was, after all, his seduction scene and he had the right to dictate the order of events. "Josh," he asked in his best pleading voice, "D'you think you could warm up Angel's hole for us? I really ain't ready to go rimmin' yet." "Rimming?" Angel had never heard the term. "Won't explain it," Sam giggled, "You'll find out what it is. When you come down from the ceiling, that is." "I think I could force myself," I said, mentally licking my lips at the prospect of getting my tongue inside Angel's arse. "Then, when he's got over the shock, he can fuck me; then we'll have dinner." I took the hint. I was to prepare Angel's hole and get him so hot he'd ream Sam without hesitation and without the inevitable fear of getting his first fuck wrong; then I'd disappear while he did it. I positioned Angel so he was kneeling on the sofa, and Sam thoughtfully gave him cock to suck so he'd have two things to concentrate on, and then I went for his hole. Long, slow, teasing licks first, just missing his rosebud but missing nothing else, and obviously appreciated enough to make the boy take his mouth off Sam's cock so he could gasp and moan. He was just a fraction hairy, as Sam would have been by now if he didn't use the razor to make sure he stayed perfect, but nowhere near enough to be off putting. Once he'd got used to the feel of a tongue lapping him I pulled his cheeks as far apart as I could, put my lips over his rosebud and sucked. He squealed, he wriggled, he moaned, and he pushed his arse back onto my mouth, which was just what I wanted: tongue out, centre of the rosebud found and tongue pushed forward. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," was the response, repeated when I flexed my tongue inside him. "Think he's found out what rimmin' is," Sam chortled, but I wasn't certain, so I licked him, tongued him and ate him until he was a quivering wreck and my mouth ached. "Time I got dinner," I said when I came away from my delicious starter of boy hole. Once in the kitchen I heard Sam saying, "Don't be scared, just shove it in and start fuckin', I been fucked loads of times so you ain't gonna hurt me." Thoughtful boy, my Sam, though from his sharp intake of breath when Angel obviously made his entry, he wasn't completely correct when he claimed it would not hurt. Sam has never been the sort of boy who hides his feelings and he's always gloriously vocal when he's being fucked. Now I heard Sam at his best: "Fuck my arse; let me feel that cock; deeper; faster; more; ride me, ride me hard; fuck me more; oh, yeh, feed me your cock; breed my hole," and similar variations on that theme. Angel must have taken these hints as Sam's urgings stopped, being replaced by a succession of grunts, each grunt accompanied by the unmistakeable sound of flesh hitting flesh as Angel drove into him, his hips slapping against Sam's arse with each down stroke. The slapping and grunting stopped for a bit; some rustling and the sounds of two boys breathing heavily indicated to me that a position change was taking place and I wondered what they'd moved from and to. My guess was from a doggy start to Sam on his back with his knees by his ears; he's a supple boy, quite capable of sucking himself with no visible signs of strain, and this, his favourite position, opens his hole wide for aggressive fucking, and Sam really does like to be fucked hard. The grunts and slaps returned, this time encouraged by Sam yelling, "That's it, Angel, bury that cock deep in me, fuck my arse raw." Grunts and slaps at a faster pace and then Sam yelling again, "Oh, yes, fill me with your spunk; pump that baby juice deep inside me!" Two almost simultaneous cries indicated that Angel had done as required and Sam had felt the boy's hot cream spurt inside him. "Dinner," I called, and took in the first plates, preceded by my erection. The sight of two naked boys, Angel on top, using their little remaining energy in a post orgasmic snog, made my cock jerk with jealousy. "Just clean up me arse," Sam said prosaically, "Don't wanna leave no stains on the furniture;" and he giggled his way to the bathroom while Angel dragged himself from the sofa and almost crawled to the table. "Shit!" Sam said, his face, still red from the exertion of his fucking, a satisfied smirk, "That was one fuck of a fuck!" He stopped behind Angel and gave him a kiss on the back of the neck; "You can have my arse anytime you want," he breathed in the boy's ear. I gave a little cough at this, and looked stern: I wasn't serious, and Sam knew it was only a tease. "Don't worry, Josh," he grinned over Angel's naked shoulder, "Ain't gonna cut down your allowance; this is just boy bonus!" I wouldn't mind having a bit of that boy as a bonus either, I thought! We sat and chatted, with another joint each, of course, while dinner was digested, before Sam suggested they have an early night. "You don't mind, do you, Josh," his eyes pleading. "Course not," I managed a smile. Much as I wanted to be close around when Sam popped Angel's cherry, I couldn't refuse his request to do this unobserved. "I'll try not to wake you when I grab a sleeping bag later." "No!" Angel interrupted firmly. "The bed is big enough for three, I think." I had mixed feelings about this; I'd love a night with these two boys, but my presence might keep Sam from his objective. Sam wanted to protest, he could see his cherry popping plans falling in ruins, but there were rapidly rebuilt when Angel announced, "Josh knows you are going to fuck me, Sam, and I know you are going to fuck me. I might even like it, and if I do I might want Josh to fuck me as well. He can't do that if he is asleep in a bag, can he." "Ok," Sam conceded, giving me a beaming smile. I knew he had no problems with me being around while he pounded Angel's arse, he'd only been worried Angel might not give if I was there as well. He leaned into the other boy and whispered something in his ear. I couldn't hear what it was, but Angel's face broke into a smile and he nodded his agreement to whatever Sam had suggested. I cleared up the dinner things, and with them all washed and out of the way, I made my way to the bedroom. Sam was already in bed but Angel was not there with him. I raised a questioning eyebrow and Sam grinned, "In the bathroom, washin' his arse: told him if it was nice and clean you might be talked into eatin' him again an' he was in there like a shot!" I gave Sam a grateful smile; checked he'd put the lube handy, which of course he had, and got into bed with him. "Magic, ain't he," Sam whispered, and then giggled, "An' now I'm gonna find out just why you like boy arse so much!" "How you gonna take him?" I asked; wanting to make Sure Sam didn't mess it up. "Same as you did me," he said, "You can eat him, get him all wet and happy, then I'll gobble him and finger fuck him. Stretch him and make him spunk again so he'll be open and relaxed when I put it in him." "Nice one," I agreed and decided it was time for a snog, which we were still enjoying when Angel climbed into bed with us. There was no time wasting once Angel was in bed with us, a few moments spent on getting the boy in a position where I could rim him and Sam could get his mouth round the boy's cock. We finished with Angel on his side, his left leg up and over Sam's body and me on my side, lower down, with comfortable access to his nicely opened crack. Angel's arse was a perfect finish to my dinner; the aroma of a boy's most intimate place mixed with a hint of soap is a better ending to a meal than a good brandy. I made the most of it, licking and deep tonguing his still virgin hole until it was pulsing open at each push of my tongue. His moans of pleasure were delightful, brought on by both my tongue and Sam's as he worked Angel's front parts while I did his back one. I felt a tap on my shoulder and came away from my desert to see Sam gesturing for me to move, and as soon as my face was away from Angel's nicely wet hole, Sam slipped a lubed finger in its place. I sat back to watch Sam slide his finger in right up to the knuckle, work it for a few moments, then slip a second in to join it. He had three fingers inside in no time at all and Angel just groaned happily, giving himself up to the flood of feelings Sam was sending through him. He could have fucked now, Sam's cock was no thicker than three of his fingers, and Angel was taking them, not just easily, but with total pleasure, but he stuck to his plan. Perhaps because this was the way I'd popped his cherry, or perhaps he just wanted another mouthful of angel cream; either way he just kept sucking and finger fucking and I could tell by the reactions from Angel's body that Sam had found the magic spot. The boy gasped, stiffened and then, with a great intake of breath followed by a huge gasp and moan, he let go his load. Sam looked over to me, opened his mouth to show me his reward, swallowed with relish, and moved to replace his fingers with his cock. I was worried that Sam might get carried away, fuck Angel as he liked to be fucked himself, hard and fast, but I had no need to be concerned. Sam fucked him long and slow, gentle pull backs and equally gentle thrusts in. Angel simply surrendered to the joy of being fucked. His cherry popped, his virginity history, he was simply loving the feel of cock inside him. It was incredibly sexy and, at the same time, quite beautiful to watch two fourteen year old boys fucking for the simple, uncomplicated pleasure of fucking. Sam made it last as long as he could; he'd learned a lot from being inside me fifty or sixty times and he knew how to delay an orgasm, but Sam hadn't spunked since he gave me breakfast, and that was fourteen hours ago. Even keeping to his long, slow, almost loving strokes, he couldn't hold on forever and he spunked with a load moan, filling his friend with hot, fresh, boy juice. Sam eased his softening cock out of its hot sheath and Angel rolled onto his back, a beatific smile on his young face. "I like being fucked," he said softly, "I like it and I don't want it to stop yet." "Give us a chance, mate," Sam muttered, gasping for breath after his long delayed orgasm; "let me balls fill up again first." "Josh already has full balls," Angel pointed out, "And I am sure he would love a chance to empty them." I wasn't going to argue with logic like this, so, as Sam moved away, I moved in, lifting Angel's legs for Sam to hold as I positioned myself at Angel's still wide open Gates of Joy. I entered him smoothly, though not without some firm pressure. Open as he was from Sam's fucking of him, lubed by Sam's sperm, it was still an entry into a young teen hole that had never stretched to receive anything as large as it now had to take. Angel winced slightly as his hole expanded to accommodate my thick six plus inches; Sam had only a bare five slender ones, and I groaned in lust as his hot, slippery tunnel opened enough to sheath my sword in his intestines. I fucked him as Sam had fucked him, long, slow strokes so as not to bruise his hole too much; if his arse hurt in the morning he might not let himself get fucked again, and I knew Sam wanted to use that boy's arse as much as he could in the months to come. I woke in the morning to find the boys tight in each others' arms, and tried to slip quietly out of bed so they could wake to each other and do with each other the things boys need to do when they wake, but the boys were not asleep. "Oh, no you don't, Josh," Sam giggled, a giggle echoed by Angel as they shared a private joke. "Just going to make some tea," I protested, but Sam stopped me by saying, "Breakfast first." He disentangled himself from his new boy lover and positioned himself astride me, his cock, solid with morning glory, aimed at my mouth. What could I do but open wide, accept his cock and let him face fuck me till his hot cream filled my mouth. And even then the boys were not finished; when Sam had spurted he was replaced by Angel who repeated the face fucking, giving me a second morning load to swallow. When they are set free from the conventions that constrain them, boys love uninhibited sex. Perhaps that's why I love boys so much! The boys won their competition and continued as firm, in all senses of the word, friends for the next two years. Angel came over to play every weekend, and although he rarely stayed overnight, the boys always went back to the apartment and fucked away the afternoon. I never had sex with Angel again, though I did see a lot of him naked, often with his cock inside Sam or the other way round, and my Sam, being the thoughtful boy he was, even introduced his friend to girl cunt. He brought back some slut from the village who was more than happy to deal with two teenage boys, and they rutted away while I watched some football on the television. Sam asked me if I wanted to watch them at it instead, but watching boys fuck girls does less for me than a warm gin and tonic!