Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2008 14:09:15 +0000
From: G Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: SURREY SUMMER '83 - 2

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.  The
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SURREY SUMMER '83



Chapter Two



by



G. Cutter



We arrived home around half past five well in time for the evening meal so
we decided to push on a little further, why not visit Paul
Roberts. Surprisingly for a Saturday and a cricket day at that he was in
his little front garden fiddling about with his dirt bike, he had the front
wheel off and had various bits and pieces in saucers containing oil. He was
shirtless, he was hot and sweaty and looked at us as if we'd just arrived
from Mars. Woops, I forgot... he looked dead dishy.

'Hi girls,' he grinned. 'To what do I owe the honour?'

'Hi Paul,' JP shuffled from one foot to the other showing his nerves. 'Got
a summer job going if you're interested.'

'Mmm...  sit,' Paul plonked himself down on a box leaving us the scruffy
garden with it's patchy grass not that it made any difference we were manky
and messy already. The relief from the pond up the Scout camp had worn off,
vigorous sex yet again had brought us back to square one.

'We were up the Scout Camp over the way,' JP waved vaguely. 'You know the
one.'

'About four or five miles, up Leith Hill way?'

'That's it,' JP was off, he had the big mouth so I lay back and let him get
on with it and studied Paul, he was nice... I might have said that a couple
of times before. 'We went up this morning to have a sniff around and use
their pond. We got captured by their new Camp Warden who was sniffing
around as well,' JP laughed. 'He asked us if we knew anyone around the
sixteen mark who was free for eight to twelve weeks work over the summer as
a sidekick, Deputy Warden sorta thing.'

'Go on,' Paul looked interested. God, I'd love to get inside those old army
camos he was wearing. He looked at me and gave me a wink, I felt myself
blush a little and studied the bits and pieces of bike strew around.

'He's looking at a five day week just helping out the chefs, keeping the
place tidy and making sure the boys don't take the piss...' JP tailed off.

'What's he like, this Warden guy?'

'Alright. Young and seems easy to get on with,' JP flashed me a quick grin
which Paul saw.

'What's funny?'

'Nothing,' JP flustered a bit. 'We asked him about camping up there and he
said OK to that, so he's alright.'

'Ah,' Paul smiled. 'Gotcha. I could use some work for the summer and it
doesn't seem to heavy. Cycling up and down will be a bit of a pain
though...'

'You can have a cabin for the week,' JP butted in. 'They have a couple of
small cabins for staff.'

'Better and better. I'd like to have a chat at least.'

'Call him, him and his dog are staying the week listing things to be done,
you could even cycle over.' I fished Bill's crumbled card out of my pocket
and passed it over.

'I'll phone later,' Paul grinned. 'Thanks for the upfront, boys... go and
have a shower for fuck's sake.'

'What?' Both JP and I stared.

'You smell like you've been fucking all day.'

Now, that as they say is a conversation stopper. We mumbled goodbyes and
split to head for home. Sunday was already fixed, we'd meet up at church
wirth our families and probably stooge around in the afternoon. It had been
a good day all around and I for one was ready for that shower, a nice meal
and bed. A lone bed but I didn't mind, I wasn't a fuckin' machine after
all.

I had dinner with my parents and told them about the Scout camp and the new
Warden, they showed a vague interest as parents do with youngsters but
their ears pricked up when I mentioned that we had an invitation.

'What?' My dad stopped eating. 'He says JP and you can use their site.'

'Yeah,' I burbled on enthusiastically. 'He's even got a bigger tent we can
use... and he'll feed us.'

'What's the catch?' Mum laughed.

'He wants us to do a general litterpicking and tidy up after the boys have
their breakfasts and then again after their lunch, maybe an hours work a
day .'

'Well, that doesn't seem too bad,' my dad looked at my mum across the
table. 'Cheaper than a holiday.'

'Suits me,' I said and laughed. I'm sure we could stretch the two weeks or
whatever to a month and maybe longer. Gawd, a month under the stars or
under the sun, take your pick and with constant sex sounded great. We'd
probably have to come home every week and have the weekend in a
straightjacket just to relax.

After eating I retired to my room to listen to my music, I couldn't stand
Saturday night TV and I toyed with the idea of going around to JP's but
he's a sex manaic and never knows when enough is enough so I bottled out
which was just as well.

My dad knocked on my door. 'There's that kid from down the road, Paul
Roberts from your school to see you.'

'Can I have him up here?'

'Course you can if you want,' he laughed. 'Seems a nice enough boy.'

I went down and Paul was on the doorstep, I invited him in and then upto my
room, much to my surprise he accepted and I wondered what was up. I didn't
even know him very well and here he was calling... maybe courting, I had a
little inside giggle at that thought not that I would have minded. I sat
him in my only chair and sat on the bed myself.

'Welcome to the Peter Pad,' I waved my arm around.

'Very nice, he smiled. 'Same room as I have.'

'Great.'

'Er...' he looked around and looked uncomfortable. 'I phoned that bloke and
he wants to see me.'

'Excellent.'

'What's he like? He seemed very young.' Paul smiled slightly. 'He sounded
like a student teacher.'

'He's nice,' I said without engaging my brain.

'Nice,' Paul laughed. 'Nice, nice or nice, pleasant.'

'What's the difference?'

'Well,' Paul stretched his legs and I felt my eyes drawn to the fork of his
legs. He was wearing clean khakis, those with the big patch pockets but a
lump was visible. The again I was looking for something and if you look for
something chances are you'll find it and of course he had a lump, he was a
bloody youth, if he didn't have a package he'd be a bloody eunuch. 'You're
staring.'

'Sorry, I switched off, Im tired.'

'Yeah, the guy mentioned,' Paul looked at me shrewdly.

'He what?' I heard myself squeak.

'Don't worry,' Paul grinned. 'He didn't say anything... tell me
something...' he avoided my eyes and this time didn't seem to sure of
himself.

'Go on,' I replied feeling something earthshaking was coming up. You know,
like an invitation to quick sex... yeah, right .

'Is he alright?' Paul reddened a bit. 'I know you and your little pal are a
bit funny but is this guy, errr... '

'What are you trying to say, Paul?'

'I dunno.' This time he really did look out of sorts. 'I was wondering if
he was bent, you know, gay. He was a bit over the top with you two. What
nice boys, what helpful boys and all that crap.' He grinned weakly. 'I
think you're a pair of pixies. Well, your mate JP is a pixy, you're more
like an elf.'

'Really,' I grinned. I rather liked the idea but it was a bit odd to say
the least coming from this lumpen sitting there with his army trousers and
his butch attitude. The last person in the world to talk about pixies and
elves should be our pragmatic Paul. 'An elf,' I stood and looked at mysef
in the mirror. 'Shouldn't I have wings or something.'

'Fairies have wings,' he laughed. 'And I didn't call you fairies.'

You just about did,' I put on a sulky look. 'You're weird,' I sat again and
looked at him and willed him to grab me. My willpower thing never worked
but I did try.

'I read fantasy and scifi,' he explained. 'I do like a good elf.'
Surprisingly he giggled like a younger boy and he seemed to relax in his
chair. 'Yeah, a nice elf,' he looked at me and I could see it there in his
eyes. Dunno what I saw but I felt he was reaching out, maybe I was
imagining things.

'I'm a good elf,' I felt a right twit coming out with that but the words
were out of my mouth before I could bite them off.

'Really,' he smiled and it was not a nasty smile but a nice one. The air in
my room was so thick with tension you could have cut it with a bloody
knife. I sat on my bed facing him and waited for him to make a move. I know
this sounds so juvenile and girly but the air was electric, I really
thought I was in one of his fantasy lands, I was shaking. 'How nice?'

'What?' I'd completely lost the plot.

'How nice an elf are you,' he pressed on and I suspected he was on the
verge of running. He'd let his guard down a just a little and was probably
scared I was going to take the micky. Come on, a sixteen year old rougho
boy talking about pixies and whatnot. You know, not cool man. He should
have been talking about spliffs and girly gropes behind rthe bike shed.

'Who do you identify with when you read these books of yours?' I changed
the subject but kept going in the same direction and if that sounds
contrary that's grammar schools for you.

'Easy one that,' he relaxed. 'The hero, the boy hero.' He looked serious
for a moment and I wondered where his reputation for stupidity came from as
he what he said made perfect sense to me. 'Every teenager pretends to
despise children and childish things but there's a lot of the youngster
remains in us. I read kid's fantasy,,, so what?'

'Indeed,' I agreed. 'What would you do if I was an elf and got trapped in
your big rope net, hero boy,' I pretended to look thoughtful. 'Say you were
a young butch knight or a squire or something.'

'Young magician?' His eyes lit up and he grinned.

'Yeah go on, Young Magician.'

'I'd probably put a spell on you,' he grinned getting carried away with his
role playing. I made my move, I shot up and locked my door and twisted the
dimmer turning my lights down.

'Then what?' I flopped onto my bed and stared at him. It was crunch time.

'Er...'

'Come on, Paul... you're a young dishy wizard with the power.' Jeeezus, did
I have to spell it out for him?

He seemed seemed to look threatening and bigger in the semi darkness and
for one really bad moment my imagination ran riot. 'I'd put a spell on you
and probably strip you off just to see if an elf was the same as a human,'
he slipped back into his role again. 'And then play around...' he ended
pretty limply but it was good enough for me. I took my life in my hands and
patted the bed alongside me.

'See if I'm human,' I grinned. Super sleuth had noticed something and that
was the lump in his khakis, Paul the young magician was talking himself
into a hardon or at least a semi and it was sooo bulky. I had to have him
and it was now or never. 'Sit here,' I patted the bed again. 'Be brave.'

He who dares, wins,' he quoted the SAS motto and sat on the bed looking a
bit flushed and cleared his throat. 'What I'd do is want to see my captured
elf naked.' He stopped and I saw that he was really turning red, he was
embarassed and I think his brain had probably slipped a cog. All the same
it was to late to turn back now. I moved up on my bed and grabbed his wrist
bringing his hand upto my face.

'Dunno what you'd do with an elf but I know what I'd do with a handsome
young wizard.' I croaked but you've got to get into the scene. It sounds so
stupid, almost cretinous, but I was in a semi darkened bedroom on a warm
summer night. I had a sixteen year old into fantasy sitting on my bed and I
was an extremely horny almost thirteen. I was so hot and so hard for him
and I knew, I absolutely knew, deep in my heart and soul that he wanted
me. I felt his hand move slightly stroking my cheek and I held it steady
and kissed his thumb. Wow, how daring can you get? 'Do something, Paul. I
pleaded. 'Make like a wizard.'

'Jesus,' he moaned. 'You're a bloody succubus.'

'Don't change the storyline,' I put my arm around him and guided his
yielding body down to lay with me on the bed and then he made his move. His
strong arms went around me and he held me tightly, his body was trembling
and I felt his dry lips on my neck and the slighest suggestion of a
kiss. 'That was nice,' I wriggled and slipped my hand inside his jumper
feeling the warmth and smoothness of his back.

'Oooh, Peter,' he moaned and we turned in and we faced each other and he
finally smiled and kissed me on the nose. 'You really are sexy, you know
that?'

'Thanks,' I grinned back and kissed him fully on the lips. His eyes opened
wide and closed as he returned the pressure opening his lips to admit my
flickering tongue. He was as hard as a rock, I could feel his stiff penis
pressing against mine as we writhed and wriggled together on my bed in our
very private imagination land. Maybe it was Loveland or Lustland, often the
two are hard to separate. But I had him now and his strong youthful body
was moving against me and it was time for the final step. He was really
with it now, he was fully relaxed and he had a stonking hardon and from the
feel it was a little more than Mr Average, I had to peep, I had to hold
it's hard warmth and then who knows.

'God, I never thought this would happen,' he whispered as I stroked the
bare skin of his back and he reciprocated slipping his hand inside my tee
and caressing and teasing.

'Go South, young man,' I whispered and flickered my tongue at his ear. He
smelt nice, he must have been fresh from a shower and I revelled in his
your strength as he crushed me and I felt his hand drinf down and slip into
the back of my baggy shorts.

'How far South, my little Elf' he whispered.

'As far as your heart desires, my Lord Wizard,' I kept up the play (JP
would have taken the micky something rotten) and then made for the big
time. I slid the zip down on his lightweight khakis and then unclipped the
top .

'Peter,' he moaned as he felt my hand delve into his clothing and grasp his
supremely hard penis throgh the thin cotton of his boxers. 'Aaaaah...' He
sighed as his hands cupped my buttocks and squeezed my firm flesh. He
pushed into my hand as it held his rigid flesh encased in his boxers.

I was in a quandry as I lay there with him, it was more than nice, it was
fantastic but I didn't want to go too far too fast. I didn't want to come
across as a slut. Now if he got to demanding or raped me that would be a
whole new ball game.

'Wow,' I muttered as I finally felt through the fly of his boxers and held
his warm meat in the flesh, makes sense, that one. It was so thick and hot
and it was bloody huge... well huge to me at least. Sod the slut bit, I
hooked up the front of his jumper and ducked down kissing his smooth flatly
muscled belly , his big dick was inches away and I had to see the damn
thing. 'Paul, you're a big boy wizard.' I hooked the loose elastic of his
boxers and his hardness slipped free. His foreskin had gone and the massive
one eyed head gazed at me in it's swollen redness. It was bloody huge and a
bead of creamy juice oozed from his slit even as I watched. I couldn't help
myself, my head slowly dropped and I licked the droplet of his precious
precum clean and tasted the tartness of his thick youthful spunk.

'God, I've died and gone to heaven,' he sighed and went limp, his hands had
moved up from my arse and were now playing with my long black hair. I
fished his thingy out into the dim light and stared at his erection in all
it's youthful beauty. Amazing, he was certainly bigger than Bill although
his pubics were less but who cared about pubic hair. Funnily enough in
retrospect, hindsight or whatever you want to call it he reminded me of the
present day Nick Hoult but our sweet Nick wasn't even a gleam in his
daddy's eye at that moment in time and space. Anyway, back to cock, he
needed attention maybe the works and by that I mean release. God ,I'm
mincing words here, he needed a wank or a blow.

His erection was a good seven incher if not more. I didn't want to be
totally naff and leap over and get a measure (that's the one JP and I used
by the way). I held it's hardness feeling the loose skin move on the hard
inner as I fondled it and another ooze of the white stuff appeared. This
time I sat up and sank my mouth over his swollen glans and tickled his slit
with my tongue and then ran it around his rim salivating and sucking at the
same time. ''Nice meaty wizard,' I gobbled and kept up the fantasy as I
rubbed his slippery chunk against my cheek and kissed his belly above his
sparse pubics.

'How safe are we here?' He pushed me away and looked at me, he looked
around but his nervousness was gone with me, it was those downstairs that
worried him.

'They won't disturb us,' I whispered and reaching out opened his trousers
right up and then down to his knees, I then pulled his boxers down until
they were under and clear of his heavy and beautifully smooth and hairless
ballsac. 'Now that's how a wizard should look.'

'And this is how an Elf should look,' he suddenly pressed me back on the
bed and tuugged my shorts down followed my my briefs 'Now that is nice,' he
gazed at my five inches of boy meat jutting up my belly from my black
haired pubics and I had more than he had but who was counting. 'It's
lovely.' Then to my surprise he ducked his head and kissed my twitching
penis. I thought he'd be haveable in the sorta seduction sense, it had
never even crossed my tiny mind that he might wish to go both ways, I
didn't feel nervy now, I was a mass of jelly. The thought that he might do
everything and that means both ways with me was beyond belief and to cap it
all his head dropped and his hot and wet tongue slipped up my stiffy from
it's root to it's tip. 'You taste nice,' he whipered. '... Elfy.' his hand
slipped under me and cupped my buttocks as his mouth engulfed me and his
head began to move. Well, if he'd died and gone to heaven I'd joined him.

I moved around on the bed and he looked at me puzzled for a momet and then
grinned as he saw where I was heading. I crouched over him and ducked and
dived onto his massive dong as he grabbed my hips and pulled me down into
his mouth. Feeling a lot safer I took him in deeper and deeper until I
could feel his slippery lump tickle the back of my throat, I toyed with his
scrotum and it felt like velvet, not a trace of a hair not even one of
those early day stragglers but his nuts were spongey firm as I felt them
roll around and his custard must have begun to thicken. His nuts came
uptight and his bag seemed to shrink and tighten.

'Peter' he let out a muffled wail and then he exploded. I've never in my
limited experience felt anything like it, my mouth was filled and I
desperately swallowed as I felt his thick creamy cum shoot into the back of
my throat. It was so thick and hot it was almost munchable and I got most
of it, he was still oozing and that ran over my knuckles as I settled for
sucking the last pearly drops from his slit. He didn't stop there though,
he rolled me onto my back and sunk his mouth onto me until his nose was in
my pubes and my complete cock was buried in his wet and warm suction. It
was as if the day's performances had never been, I cum and cum again. It
was a classic and he greedily sucked me dry and clean.

I don't think we were ashamed of what we'd done but there was a certain
coolness after. However, we did kiss and got our clothing organised before
we prepared to split.

'I don't care if you believe or not...' He stared at me defiantly.

'Believe what?' I looked at him and grinned.

'You're the first boy I've ever done anything like that with.'

'What, no wankies with pals?'

'I'm talking about getting down and sucking,' he mumbled red faced.

'Aah, poor Paul,' I moved in and put my hands on his waist. 'I'm an Elf,
you can do what you like with Elves, they don't tell tales... mind you,
they might gossip to a certain pixy pal.'

'Ah,' his face cleared and he grinned back to his normal self. 'Good, it
was good. You were good, Peter. I'd like to get top know you a bit better
but you and JP are awful close.'

'We share,' I said carelessly. 'You're my Wizard boy though, I might lend
you out to the pixy just to shut him, up.'

'Cheers, Elfy,' he gave me a big grin.

'One thing, Paul.' I looked at him and rushed it out. It was something I
wanted to say before my courage fled. 'You never fucked a boy?'

'Yes,' he spoke quietly and then smiled. 'I've never fucked a boy and no
one's fucked me... any more questions?'

'It's my birthday Wedneday, my thirteenth, so one last question.'

'Go on,' he shrugged.

I pulled his head down and whispered into his ear and a broad smile came
over his face. He grabbed me and bore me down to the bed again kissing me
savagely and then he pulled away and looked at me. 'Yes... Elfy.  I'll fuck
you so hard on your birthday you'll be bandy for weeks.'

'Great,' I giggled and grabbed his neck for another kiss.

I let him out and he called a goodnight through to my parents, apparently
he was no stranger at all, my mum and his were buddies from their
schooldays and that's going back a bit 'That Bill bloke's calling at my
place tomorrow,' he told me on the doorstep. 'He said it would save me the
cycle ride, plus he could chat to my parents if needs be.'

'You taking the job?'

'Well if you and your mate are OK with it, why not?'

'I should say that Bill is...'

He laughed and held his hand up. 'Christ, it didn't need much working out,
Elfy.'

'Good night, Wiz kid,' I watched him walk down the path as it was quite
dark by now and returned to my room.  God, I had so much to tell JP. He'd
be so bloody jealous but I'm sure he'd find some consolation in Bill's arms
or maybe as meat in the sandwich between Paul and myself, the options were
open and JP was nothing if not versatile.

I must say I slept well that night, confused dreams though. I was dreaming
fantasy, pure and simple. Paul featured as the wizard of course and JP was
there as always and there was a terrible bit where JP got stuffed by Paul
who seemed to sprout a dick about a foot long. I awoke in the early hours
washed out with sticky on my belly. How the hell can you have a wet dream
after a day's non stop sex with an evening session to finish off. I had a
shower as the parents lay in until nine and bugger me, I sprang another
stiffy. Christ, I'm sure that bloody Paul had put a spell on me. My mum and
dad got a slightly dazed look in their eyes when they came down. Their
usual routine was to hassle me from bed to go to church at ten and here I
was all spit and polished and perky as a perky thing and suited and booted
to boot to get really confusing.

They must have thought I'd got one of those sub teen moodies but happily
discussed how 'sorted' I would be on Tuesday when I was thirteen and a
proper teen. I loved their conversations they passed right over me.

'How was Paul?'

'Great, mum. He shagged me all night and I'm going to have his babies.'

'Oh, well done...' That would be dad.

'Don't leave your crusts...' That would be mum.

'I put JP up the duff and his dad's chasing me with a shotgun... blah,
blah.' You must know how it goes. You've all been kids.

We met up with the JP swarm which included a fifteen year old sister who
never talked to me and walked upto our local church. It was traditional mum
said, JP and I agreed we were in a prewar Little England rut but every
generation to it's own thing. We passed Paul's place and I glanced up at
the upper windows but the curtains were all drawn, not churchgoers that
lot. Mind you, this was the eighties, we were all pagans and just going
through the motions when we dozed off in church. We didn't go in winter as
the bloody place was like an icebox which just demonstrated how keen we
were.

'Paul came around last night,' I spoke to JP as we dawdled behind.

'Alright, no probs?' He chuckled. 'Shouldn't be he was ogling you something
rotten in his garden, I think he's got the hots.'

'He has.'

'Shit.' JP yelped and got a furious glance from his mum. 'Woops... sorry
mum,' he called out and she resumed her conversation.

'Yeah, we did a snog and he's OK with the scene sorta thing,' I tailed
off. What was there to say really, I had two boyfriends now and things
could get complicated.

'Anything else?' JP hissed.

'I sucked him off.'

'Dirty cow,' he sniggered.

'And he did me.'

'Dirty lucky cow,' JP grinned. 'Could be a good foursome if he takes that
job, we three and Bill.'

'And spare Sprouts.'

'And Cubs.'

'And fluffy woodland critturs with big buck teeth.'

'Enough, Pierre,' JP laughed. 'Look holy, we're in business. Well, I wont
describe the service as you either know or you're not interested. Suffice
to say we came out into bright sunshine and with God on our side we all
felt much better, truly. We retraced out path and I was delighted to see
Paul out in his garden reassembling his bike. Shirtless and wearing shorts,
God he was so dishy I nearly popped one on the spot.

'Hi, g... lads,' he waved at us as our family group passed but JP and I
peeled off like Spitfires after a juicy German bomber (or something).

'Don't get your suit dirty, Peter,' my mum called back as if I was going to
roll in the gutter and rut. Chance would be a fine thing, I thought.

'Alright, Paul,' I walked in his garden uninvited and stood not wishing to
get the Sunday kit messed up.

'Yeah fine,' he looked at me and PJ. 'Pretty as a picture youz two.'

'Better with our clothes off,' JP smirked.

'I'm sure,' Paul smiled and licked across his top lip, the little teasy
thing you know. 'I've got your guy coming in half an hour or so.'

'He'll like you like that,' I laughed.

'I know,' Paul wiped his hands on a piece of rag. 'Whatcha doing this
afternoon, lads.'

I think we both shrugged., at least he'd stopped calling us girls. We
normally just lounged around in one of opur gardens on a Sunday or tried to
find a quiet place to be dirty and naughty, it just depended on our mood.

'I was going over Maddison's Farm for a stroll.'

'What's there? I asked.

'Nothing,' he grinned and I admired his beautifully white teeth, I imagined
then tearing at my neck as he savagely raped me and then sucked me to
death.

'Yeah, why not?' I heard JP say. 'OK, Pete?'

'OK, what?'

'Were meeting Paul about two and he's going to tell us how he got on with
Bill and then we're going to have a mooch about Maddison's... loads of
nooks and crannies, Paul says. '

'Yeah, right,' I agreed uncomfortably aware of a hardness inside my
overtight trousers, damn good job my jacket was a bit on the long side.

'Catch you later,' Paul grinned. 'God, I feel like an ogre, I could munch
an elf and pixy to death,' he laughed and scrambled around in the dust for
missing bits for his bike.

'Mad,' JP laughed as we resumed our walk back home. 'Your lover boy is a
nutcase.'

'I'll fill you in later,' I laughed. ''Quarter to two, dress down,' I
grinned and left him at his garden gate. Christ, I was so hard I was on the
verge of cuming, in fact, I felt a bit sticky already. Paul had sent a
clear signal to me if not to JP he wanted to play and after last night, so
did I. JP and Paul in a mix, wowsers.

I had a snack lunch with my people and that's what it was, a snack. Mum
decided to cook a meal in the evening when it was cooler, then again maybe
not, she was keeping an open mind on the subject but I didn't care. As soon
as I got in I got changed into my shorts, a grotty t-shirt and just
trainers. Paul had something in mind and I had the idea it may have
something to do with easing the way with JP. I know my new boyfriend
didn''t want to upset my current boyfriend and all hail the mighty Wizard
for that. What Paul didn't understand that JP had already accepted him as a
third musketeer and was quite happy with the situation. JP was as thick
skinned as a rhino and once we were established up the Scout camp would
probably be slutting around like a barracks whore as my dad put it (not
referring to JP of course). I had said we were lovers and madly in lover as
lovers are to press the point, the second point was that we had love to
spare. We were overflowing with the stuff and both JP and I ran sidelines
if we could to be brutally blunt... We had drifted apart now and then in
the last three years but we'd always returned to each other and even shared
each other's when consorting with others. I expect that's as clear as
mud. Point one, says he ticking finger: I was madly and deeply in love with
JP. Point two, ticks another finger: I've fallen in love with Paul as
well... easy as that.

I dozed off in the heat of my room and was awoken by JP shouting up for me
and my dad shouting at him to keep the noise down.  I charged down to find
him dressed as I was and that was the basic three items or four if you
count the trainers. We wandered down the back lane and peered into Paul's
garden and he was ready, willing and able. We set off straight away over
the fields for Maddison's just about visible probably less mile away over
the fallow fields. The place was supposed to be off limits to the local
kids but we all had a rake around there at one time or another. There
wouldn't be anyone there on a Sunday afternoon hopefully and we should have
the run of the place.

The concern had gone bankrupt some years earlier and it was under offer but
no one seemed keen too buy or that was what we gathered from our tame grown
ups. So, it remained as it had been left. What wasn't boarded up was just
gracefully reverting to Mother Nature. JP and I tended towards the Spooky
Woods (you could have great fun with the big ant hills) but this seemed to
be one of Paul's haunts and he quite proudly showed us around pointing out
the old farmhouse, the milking shed and this and that.

I looked at JP and he looked at me... boring.

'This is the old stables,' Paul smiled at us both. 'This is where I rape
you both.'

'What?' JP looked at me and I at him. 'We'll see about that,' he made a
grab for Paul and Paul ran straight into the shed, after a glance at me JP
tore after him and I followed. We had a run around the stalls and in and
out of dilapidated horse boxes until we cornered Paul in a corner where he
calmly sat down on a load of big tarpaulins.

'Come and get it,' he tugged his t-shirt off and crouched bouncing up and
down on his bended knees. He had no chance and he knew it. The Elf went one
way and the Pixy the other. As he tried to watch us both JP nodded and we
were on him in a scramble of arms and legs. To my surprise and relief the
canvas things were dry if dusty and reasonably soft. |I don't think Paul
tried as we had him pinned by our own bodies in a minute or so and just lay
there in the heat panting and wondered who did what to whom. Paul solved
that he began to ramble on about how he'd met Bill and been accepted for
the job. He wasn't going to cycle up and down every day but was moving into
a spare cabin on the understanding he did what had to be done with it. Bill
was collecting him, his bike, sleeping bag and the kitchen sink Wednesday
afternoon which was the day the electricity and phone would be switched
back on.

'What about these cooks and things?' JP asked.

'They arrive Saturday but they go home at night. Bill and I will be the
only on site people and you of course when and if you decided to come up.'

'That's for sure,' I said. 'Maybe Thursday or Friday,' I looked at JP and
nodded.

'I never did see you fully naked last night,' Paul looked at me and
grinned. 'You kept that bloody t-shirt on.'

'JP hasn't seen you at all,' I looked at JP and we leapt onto Paul's
slippery and sweaty body. It was easy really as he only had his shorts on
with boxers beneath and we were as keep to see him naked as he was to get
us in the altogether, It was just a giggle and we all undressed each other
right down to bare. No t-shirts, no trainers just boy flesh, naked, hot and
sweat sheened which is perfect for a sinuous writhe around and I knew
exactly what I wanted. I got to Paul's jerking cock at the same time as JP
and we set out on a dual blow. After realising what was going on Paul
settled for trying to blow us both which was a bit difficult but he took us
in turns as we sixty nined on him. We shared his monster cock and he took
turns at JP and myself as we prodded towards his mouth.

It was good fun but it was hot although in the shade and we didn't go to
mad, we took it lazy, JP was mesmerised with Paul's penis and couldn't get
enough, I settled for his smooth scrotum and risked a finger under his bum
as he moved around. He didn't seem to mind and I got more adventurous and
got my hand under his wriggling hips as he tried to fuck into JP's mouth
and suck us both at the same time. I felt the base of his sweat slicked
crack and then the soft and smooth yield of his pucker.

'Aaaaah,' he gave a particularly muted cry as I slid my finger through his
ring and into his heat.

'Elf boy scored in one,' JP crowed, he didn't miss a thing that kid
. 'Aaaah...' his head lifted as he yelped.

'Wizard scored in one as well,' I laughed. I'd been watching Paul's hands
on JP's bum and could see it coming a mile off but JP didn't mind once
Paul's finger was moving he redoubled his sucking on Paul's straining
cock. I was still happy sucking the tight scrotum and feeling my finger
move in and out of Paul's tightness. I was also privately relieved, he had
promised to shag me until I went bandy or something like that, he hadn't
said anything about me getting any payback, so this was a good sign and he
seemed quite happy squeezing and relaxing on my slow finger fuck.

'JP, I'm gonna...' Paul's arse clamped on my finger tightly and his hips
thrust up into JP's mouth. From where I was I could see JP's face go red,
his eyes bulged and he swallowed twice but spare cum dribbled from the
corner of his mouth until I abandoned my finger actions and grabbed his
sweaty neck. He let Paul's still oozing cock slip from his mouth and our
lips met for a kiss and I felt Paul's sweet slime pass from JP's mouth to
mine. So dirty... so nice. We grinned at each other and ducked our heads
again sucking and slurping at Paul's softening cock and it's shiny and
slippery residue. Out sixteen year old prey was drained for the moment and
we were still on a roll.

We had a bit of a break there and then, Paul was so red we were frightened
of him passing out, he clearly wasn't used to the attentions of both an elf
and a pixy boy in tandem.

'You cum gallons,' JP burbled away. 'You nearly choked me.'

'Sorry,' Paul grinned. 'I'll make it upto you in a minute.'

'Your dick is bigger than Bill's, did you tell him?'

'Don't be so wet, Jean. You really are a fucking idiot,' I smirked at
him. 'Do you think they waggled willies in the street.'

'I dunno,' JP mumbled clearly upset.

'Jean? I like that,' Paul frowned at me probably telling me to chill but as
I might have said JP was incredibly thick skinned.

'Yeah, Jean-Paul is the lot but Dickhead calls me Jean it's a sort of pal
name and he's my oldest pal.'

'Not a pet name then? Paul smiled.

'Sorta,' JP grinned back on form. 'When you gonna shag him?' Christ, I
should have said thick skinned and blunt, very blunt.

'Gotta tell you both a secret,' Paul sat up a bit. 'I'm a virgin to this
sort of thing, I've never fucked a boy and never done the other... so now
you know.'

'And Peter's going to be your first?'

'I hope so.'

'You know so,' I grinned. 'Unless Bill goes face down first.'

'Never happen,' Paul laughed and looked at us curiously. 'Does he, you
know...er, take it, sorta go bottom?'

'We both did him yesterday,' JP boasted.

'Jeez,' Paul sighed. 'Gonna be a long hot summer,' he giggled. 'Sit up
here, Jean. I want to drink you.' He patted his chest and a moment later JP
got the message. Paul winked at me, I'd got the message as well.

JP shuffled up and knelt astride Paul's chest and Paul reached out and
brought JP in closer.

'Suck me,' JP whispered throatily and held Paul's head guiding his erection
into Paul's mouth. This time there was no sharing and no buggering
around. Paul reached out and put his arms around JP's thighs placing his
hands on my pal's snowy white bottom. He pulled JP's cheeks apart exposing
the darker skinned pucker and as it stretched I saw the inner red of JP's
anus. 'Come on, Pete, you know you want to,' JP muttered as he slowly
fucked into Paul's mouth. I grinned, this was exactly what Paul had
anticipated and JP ran true to form. He clenched his arse as he slipped
into Paul and then relaxed as he moved out. Now and then Paul clasped the
satinny white orbs and parted them flashing the sweaty and winking little
pucker but I was on the move already.

I got up and knelt behind JP and held him steady for a moment, as I did
Paul parted my little lover's cheeks and I rubbed my weeping glans up
against the slippery and sweat sheened muscle and pushed home. I wrapped my
arms around JP's body and flat handed his belly moving in and in again
without any outs. One smooth push and I felt my pubics mash against his
soft bottom.

'Jeeez,' JP groaned and pushed back onto me first and then into Paul's
mouth and we were off. Not the best way to do things but it was different
and we rarely fucked this way. I was in JP's honeypot pushing him into
Paul's sucking, I was also riding up and down on Paul's soft cock which was
hardening in response. I could be in trouble here but I kept going. JP was
sweaty and he was hot and I virtually glided in and out of his tight little
bottom as he tried to coordinate with me and fuck Paul's face at the same
time.

It didn't last too long before JP gave his little wail and his arse clamped
on me like a smooth silken vice. His body twitched and I could hear Paul
slobberering, swallowing and sucking my little pal's juices, We fell off to
the side and I continued my service on JP whilst Paul ruffled his long
blonde hair. When I came it was another good one as it should be, we'd been
sexing (there's a new verb) for over an hour and this was my first release
and it was a cracker. I slid free and lay panting and exhausted. Paul
grinned at me and spoke at last. 'You are a right pair of pervs.'

'You reckon,' I grinned. I pushed the unprotesting JP onto his belly and
parted his legs. He didn't protest, he knew I didn't have a second go in
me.  'Paul... this is pervy,' I ducked my head and licked and sucked at
JP's tight little hole. I licked my own cum and his sweat from him and
smacked my lips at Paul. 'Now that;'s pervy.'

'You're right there,' he agreed wrinkling his nose and then JP and I got
either side of him and he cradled us to his muscular sixteen year old body.

We didn't do any more sex although JP was randy as usual but he settled
down when I whispered that we'd get together later on. Paul was now
upermost in my mind. I suppose I was quite calculating but I wanted his big
cock and I wanted to take his bum, I wanted to be the first, apart from JP
I'd never taken a virgin and I think JP was probably born with a dick up
his bottom.

'My birthday, Wednesday,' I looked at Paul and smiled. 'Popping around,
we've got a little get together in the afternoon, nothing fancy.'

'Have I got to buy you a present.'

'I'll settle for the one you promised.'

'Ah, yes,' he fell silent for a moment. 'I'd better phone Bill and tell him
I need to be down here for Wednesday, I can go up the camp Thursday... we
can all go together.'

'Hey,' great,' JP piped up. 'We can start off with a four way shagfest.'

'Jeez,' I rolled my eyes in despair and then started to laugh. It wasn't a
bad idea coming from him.

'This is gonna sound really tarty,' Paul didn't look at us but stared at
the roof of the barn.

'Go on,' I cuddled in and snuffled into his armpit, so funky.

'This virgin thing,' he paused and seemed to think. 'With us lot it goes
both ways, right?'

'Yeah, front virginity and back virginity,' JP sniggered. 'Peter did both
mine when we were eleven.'

'Lucky you,' Paul grinned. 'I'm going to make love to Peter on his
birthday, I'm gonna fuck him and he'll be my first.' He stopped and closed
his eyes.

'No probs, baby,' I whispered.

'I want you both to do me,' his face reddened. 'I want you both to shag me
as my first lovers.'

'Great,' JP laughed which lowered the tone a bit but I lent over and kissed
Paul on the lips. It's a bit strong having to ask a pair of kids to fuck
you and I suppose I never thought of it. Perhaps Paul was one of those who
likes everything cut and dried, in black and white, blah, blah. But he'd
said his bit and the moment was over.

'Good,' he sighed and grabbed my neck making the kiss last, that was until
JP wriggled his way in and had his share.

That was the end of that, we had a wander around the farm poking our noses
into places we shouldn't but it was too hot for anything let alone more sex
or even exploring so we wandered back across the fields as if we were
treking the Sahara. Paul promised to phone Bill and do some sorting out and
then he'd get back to us, JP and I split, it was just so damn hot and all I
wanted was a cool shower and a lie down... and just a bit of peace and
quiet.

Well, things never work out as they should or perhaps in this case they do
(or did). JP came hurtling up my stairs a little later and flung himself
into my room doing his drama queen bit. He was being dragged off to see
relatives which he'd told me about in the week and had forgotten. Needless
to say I was highly amused, it was going to be one of those long sweaty
nights and just to get rid of him I faithfully promised to bottom for him
the following day... Gawd, that boy is so easy to bribe. Anyway, the Sunday
evening dinner was a clone of the lunch but neither dad or I grumped. No
way would either of us expect mum to cook a meal in that temperature
besides, who wanted a cooked meal, we were sitting there with sweat pouring
from dad and myself and mum was perspiring... right.

I was sitting out in the garden with them both around eight I suppose, it
was dusk and would probably be dark in an hour or so when Paul peered over
the back gate. Dad invited him in and Paul sat with down and nattered on
about the camp and what he'd be doing, I think my parents were supremely
indifferent but he waffled on giving me sneaky looks all the time. He was
horny and so obvious I nearly burst out laughing. I was going to tell mum
and dad about this book I'd read where a sixteen year old wizard gets a
crush on a twelve year old elf but thought better of it.

'I'm camping out tonight,' Paul suddenly slipped into the conversation.

'What?'

'Don't say what,' my mum had to say it, she always did.

'Camping in my garden, in my tent,' Paul smiled. 'Tent, pointy canvas
thing, you know.'

'Ah, gotcha.'

'Don't say gotcha.'

'Leave him alone, Mary,' my dad spoke wearily. 'If he wants to talk like a
peasant I'll beat it out of him,' he gave me a smile probably to show he
was joking, I hope.

'Wanna sleep over?' Paul asked. Well, my parents might have thought this
was a bit odd as I'd never slept over with Paul but then again, the
families knew each other and we were going to be in close company after
Wednesday. I looked at my dad hopefully.

'Can I dad, mum..?'

My dad just shrugged which can mean anything, my mum was the govenor in our
family anyway.

'If Paul can stand your smelly feet he must be daft,' my mum laughed
probably glad to be shot of me for the night. 'Send him back if he gets to
be a nuisance,' she spoke to Paul and that was that. As easy as pie which I
always found a very obscure bit of Old English.

'I'll get my sleeping bag,' I made a run for it. Paul was horny and I was
randy, a good combo and I was going to get to suck his big dick again and
I'd allow him to suck mine if he was a good boy. I laughed all the way up
the stairs. A night in a tent with big Paul, un-fuckin'-believable.

By the time we got sorted out and we sat in Paul's garden talking to his
mum and dad this time it got dark and they went in. Paul's tent was a
biggy, it was rated as a four man (or person) and was high enough to just
about stand inside. The one I and JP shared was called a pup tent and was
built for puppies very obviously as you had to crawl in. You could walk in
and out of Paul's, it was class. We spread the bedrolls out and he tunred
on the little camping lamp he had and flashed up his radio. We relaxed and
it was great, a bit of a breeze and damn cooler than being indoors, I felt
a twinge of pity for JP but kids our age weren't all that big on pity.

'Do your people come and visit?'

'Jeez, no,' he laughed. 'They're scared of catching me having a wank.'

'Good,' I turned in and cuddled, we were both in our shorts at this stage
and probably a smidgeon cooler although still sweaty. We might need a light
covering for sleep but certainly not yet.

He turned in and kissed me on the nose. 'This is so cringey...'

'What is?'

'Asking a bloody kid how to fuck,' he whispered. 'Do you want an early
birthday present... I get so horny when you're around. I'm so bloody hard,'
he whinged. Reaching down I felt the front of his shorts and he was fully
extended and it was as hard as a steel pipe. I grabbed him and pressed
against him moving my own hardness against his.

'Have you any lube?'

'Hey, hey,' he giggled. 'I brought mum's Ponds.'

'You thought that one out then,' I grinned in the weak light from his
lamp. 'Conniving Wizard.'

'Sexy Elf,' he kissed me and I felt his slippery tongue in my mouth and I
let myself go. He was a beautiful boy and I wanted him so much. If he
caused me a bit of pain so be it, I wanted his big cock in me and tonight
was the night. A plan came to mind and I went with it, this would be a
night for both he and I to remember.

I started to remove his shorts and naturally enough he went for mine but as
soon as his cock popped free I was on it sucking and slurping, giving his
slit a tickle and tasting the tart sweet and sour of his precum. This kid
was so hot and his balls in their smooth sac were up tight, his seven
inches of solid meat was like a steel pipe encased in a smoothness that
moved up and down as if oiled. He was leaking and groaning as he tried to
remove my head. 'I'm gonna come, Pete.'

'Paul,' I stopped and looked up his muscular belly. 'I want you to cum. The
I want you to fuck me all night long... got it. I'll tell you what to do,
OK?'

'Carry on Teach,' he flopped back and ruffled my hair as I ducked my head
again. I really tried to swallow him but I got his knob into the back of my
throat and that was enough. I couldn't take that thing all the way, it was
too big and he was now moving in and out virtually choking me at every
thrust. 'Peter...' he whined and then froze holding my head steady with his
cock resting on my tongue. My God, it was incredible. His first jet went
straight down my throat in one slippery mess and then my mouth filled once,
twice and a third time with his thick, juicy boy spunk. I swallowed and
gagged gulping his creamy cum until he relaxed and I crept up his body
smearing his own juices all over him and finished feeding him his own cum
from my mouth to his. 'You are so dirty,' he grinned and nipped my nose
with his white teeth. 'Beautiful but dirty.'

'Time for you to get just as dirty, Wiz,' I climbed over him and lowered my
hips onto his broad chest, gently resting on his breast bone. He smiled and
opened his mouth accepting my stiff meat as I shuffled in tight and started
to suck. I loved it, I gently fucked into his mouth. After that massive cum
all he had to do was to return my favour. After that we could get down to
the real business of the night, my early birthday present but with us both
drained it would last. Oh, yeah, it would last. I felt myself get harder
and harder and it wasn't just his warm wetness around my rampant spike, it
was the thought of his hot cock in my belly and his sweaty body on mine. I
wriggled back a bit feeling his flaccid meat on my bum... mine, all mine.


			    Gotta be continued.


Daily Star Literary Review: Gawd, talk about purple prose, cliches and adjectives... wow !!!

For Christ 's sake some one tell me where 'easy as pie' comes from.
What about 'soppy as a pair of clogs', 'daft as a brush'.
There must be a Dictionary of Silly Old English Expressions out there.

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