Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 09:34:45 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: SURREY SUMMER '83 - 7

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SURREY SUMMER '83



Chapter -  7 - David and Richy's Story



by



G. Cutter




I loved the summer holidays, eight weeks of stooging around with nothing to
do. OK, doing nothing might sound a bit boring but where I lived we were
countrified. I've got to explain that, it's not country as you would
understand it up in the Lake Distict, Bodmin or the Fells; Surrey was
mainly manicured country. Lots of National Trust land which I suppose is a
scaled down National Park, lots of Forestry Commission land where trees do
as they're told, if you don't grow straight you get cut down sorta
thing. It was countryside to me but even I appreciated it was what you
could call organised country. Lots of rather expensive houses, pseudo farms
and fat cats of the commuting variety swanning around I might add.

Of course there were pockets of peasantry around and I suppose where I
lived was one of those pockets. The Crockford Bridge Estate on the edge of
Addlestone, three of those tower blocks with scruffy smaller places
scattered around the base. All very working class or blue collar as we
prefer.

Anyway, it was holidaytime and the weather was good, stonking hot as they
say, he he. Bloody brilliant. Richy and myself and he's my closest buddy by
the way were perched on a low stone wall watching the passing traffic and
giving the occasional nod or mumble to anyone we knew who walked by us.

'Wanna get a few cans and have a watch of some videos this afternoon?'
Richy smiled and gave me a sly glance.

'I'm broke.'

'Don't matter.' Richy delved into his pocket and I saw the edge of a
note. Wow! A twenty quid note.

'Fucking hell, Rich. You been mugging old ladies?'

'Don't be a cunt,' Richy snarled and his dark face got darker, I'd upset
him.

'Sorry pal.' I apologised. I ought to say that Richy was my bestest mate as
the kids say and he was of West Indian extraction, a child of mixed race or
as they used to say a half chat. I thought he was beautiful but don't tell
him. He was sallow but tanned up nicely to a coffee coloured brown and the
only thing that tipped you off was his short crinkly hair, the old Buffalo
Soldier bit. Me, well I was an anglo, short curly blonde hair, fresh faced
I suppose and not bad looking if I say so myself... the name was David as
well. We'd been pals since we'd met at the Addlestone Comprehensive just
after our eleventh birthdays, we were that year's intake. We were both mid
thirteens now and up for a bit of mischief or maybe just a laze about.

'We could go up and clean Rosenthol's place up, I was supposed to do it
yesterday.'

'Mmmm...' I stretched in the sun, a bit on the strong side and I'd have to
either get in some shade or go home and get smeared up with the glop, my
mum was terrified of me getting skin cancer. This clean up that Richy was
on about was one of his little scams. He'd gone around some of the palaces
last summer touting for work and got a few rich dummies to bung him for odd
jobs. He'd soon lost interest but he seemed to have got back into it
recently but where the hell did he get twenty quid, I hoped that he hadn't
been on the nick.

'Rosenthol would let us use his pool, he told me to bring a pal next time,'
Richy wheedled.

'Bring a pal,' I grinned. 'Does he like thirteen year olds or something,' I
laughed. Yeah, before anyone starts twittering on about lost innocence we
were boys of the world, we were thirteen years old not thirteen months.

'Yeah,' Richy grinned. 'He likes me anyway.'

'So do I,' I gave him the secret smirk and he smiled back. We'd been into
mutual fumbling and had progressed to mutual wanks and a bit of cuddling,
nothing serious you understand. The trouble was the hormones were bubbling,
it was forecast to be a long hot summer and I think we were both
contemplating moving on. I don't mean finding new pals but maybe a little
blow, a bit of frenching, something like that... just a little bit more, a
bit of exploration.

'Drinkies and videos or chat Rosenthol and use his pool?'

'Pool would be nicer,' I ventured.

'Let's go,' he got to his feet and we were on our way. Two schoolies, one
dark and one fair, both dressed alike in scruffy t-shirts, baggy shorts and
the obligatory trainers without socks... a pair of street oiks.

Fifteen minutes later we were on the doorstep of this white bungalow type
place, it looked very expensive and I wondered how the hell Richy got
himself so well in that he got an invitation to bring along pals. He rang
the bell and stood there radiating confidence, I gotta admit that I was a
bit nervous, I had visions of being told to fuck off.

'Yes... oh! Hello, Richard.' This geyser opend the door and looked down at
us. Yeah, he was around six foot tall and we weren't, got it. 'Come in,
come in, boys.' We got hustled through a very swish passageway into an
absolutely fabulous lounge which had huge slidey windows out onto a pool
but we were hurried into the kitchen and plonked down on tall stools. The
bloke kept up a babble of smalltalk with Richy but I was too busy scoping
the place out. It was a burglar's wet dream.

'Say hello to Mr Rosenthol, Dave,' Richy prodded me.

'Oh, sorry,' I grinned a bit red faced. 'Hello, Mr Rosenthol, I was
admiring your lovely house.' That lot was a struggle but I managed it.

'Thank you David, you and young Richard are very welcome,' he presented us
with chilled alcopops of all things, didn't this guy know the law. Not that
I was worried, Richy and I did drink them and they gave you a fair buzz
after two or three. Go for six plus and you'd be really wobbly if not
sparko.

We sat and chatted and to be perfectly honest I don't remember what we
talked about, school, the weather, somesuch drivel. What I did notice was
that he was very hands on with my pal, a squeeze to the shoulder, a longer
squeeze to the knee and Richy was lapping it up... I wondered if they were
trying to tell me something.

I was pretty sure Rosenthal was gay by certain movements, the way he held
himself... I dunno, I just got that feeling and the way Richy was smirking
at him and doing his giggly bit, I did wonder what he and my boy had been
upto.

'Back in a tick, just checking the jacuzzi,' Rosenthol stood and looked at
us both. 'For God's sake call me Sam,' he left and I looked at Richy.

'Jeez...' I muttered, I didn't know what to say.

Richy slipped off his stool and put his lips upto my ear. 'Go with he
flow. Dave,' he whispered and I felt the lightest of kisses on ny cheek. He
laughed and sat back up on his stool raising his bottle of blue WKD in a
toast.

I was silent, I was in shock... he'd bloody kissed me. The thing I'd been
angling for and the thing I'd dreamt about for so long had happened. My
beautiful little toughy Richy had kissed me, it just had to get better.

Sam came back and seeing us half empty brought another bottle for us each
from the fridge, I saw that he had a amberish liquid in a glass which I
suspected was whiskey, he sat down again and looked at us just like a
farmer eyeballing his dairy herd. I had a bad feeling but the WKD was
working, anyway, it's wasn't as if I was on my own. ' I suppose you want to
use the pool?' He smiled.

'Well...' Richy laughed and looked at me. 'Yes, please, Sam. We haven't got
any costumes but I'm sure you don't mind.'

'Young Richy reads me like a book, David,' Sam smugly smiled at me.

'Yeah,' I gave a weak smile. I looked at Richy, he was lining us up for
skinny dipping and just as obviously Sam would be there and ogling, getting
a good eyeful but fuck it where was the harm. I had a mate in tow, we were
being fed WKDs, the sun was in the sky and the water looked bloody
nice. Maybe the booze was clouding my judgement but I could stand Sam
perving me if I could do the same with Richy. Believe it or not I'd never
seen him totally naked, our previous Close Encounters of the Boy Kind had
been trousers around ankles and t-shirts up under our arms in one of our
bedrooms.

'Drinks alright?' Sam asked giving Richy's leg another squeeze. I woundered
how long it would be before he got to me but what the hell, a little grope
never hurt either.

'Fine,' Richy grinned and I echoed him. Richy opened his legs and I could
see Sam bend a little trying to look up the leg of the baggies, it was so
funny I nearly fell off my stool laughing. Yeah, this was great, I felt my
head spin a bit as the third bottle was uncapped.

'Fetch them out with you,' Sam stood and led us back into his big
lounge. He waved us to a low sofa probably to get a better look up Richy's
shorts and we sat there whilst Sam scurried away somewhere.

'Alright here innit?' Richy looked at me with sparkly eyes. 'Go with the
flow,' his voiced dropped. it seemed to be his mantra. I wondered where the
flow was taking us but gave up. All I could think of was his caramel
coloured body, almost milky coffee, he really was gorgeous but maybe that
was the WKD talking. 'Penny for 'em,' he grinned.

'Penny for what?'

'Penny for your thoughts, dummy.'

'You don't want to know,' I gave him an evil leer.

'As long as I feature, I don't care,' his eyes dropped.

'You feature big time, Richy,' I assured him and gave a little grope at my
crotch. OK, crude but he giggled.

'Here you go, lads,' Sam reappeared with two huge fluffy towels. 'I have to
do some officework why don't you enjoy the pool and I can catch up with you
in half an hour or so... woops,' he rushed off. I looked at Richy and he
just shrugged, felt the towel and smiled.

'Nice and soft, just like I am... not,' he draped the towel over his
shorts.

'There you go, Richy,' Sam appeared with a container that I recognised as a
chiller. 'There's a few bottles in there to keep you going... don't go mad,
be sensible. I don't want to have to fish drunken teenies out of my pool,'
he turned to leave us to it.

'Alright for a bit of mouth to mouth though, Sam.' Richy laughed.

'Don't be naughty,' Sam grinned over his shoulder and left.

'Fuck me, you push your luck,' I hissed as Sam closed the door behind him
leaving us alone.

'He's alright,' Richy laughed and stood up to peel his t-shirt off and then
bent to undo his laces. I watched for a moment and then followed. We needed
air and some cooling water before we were both legless and made an
exhibition of ourselves.

'What does he do... for a living I mean?' I'd spotted some sporty type
photographs on the wall and they struck me as being a bit out of place,
young guys in football kit and I wouldn't have thought Sam was a
sportsman. There were also some of young men who were clearly fashion
models or something similar, possibly young acting wannabes, all quite
young and good looking. Sam the man had good taste at least.

'He's a top notch agent, footballers, TV stars, etc etc. Mainly the younger
ones.' Rich said carelessly and dropped his shorts, stood for a moment and
then peeled off his briefs.

'Figures,' I said dryly and then looked up to see him standing fully
naked. His thick and darker skinned brown cock was at full stretch, not
hard but fully extended. It hung juicy and succulent from his tightly
curled black pubics, his foreskin was in retreat and his dark red glans was
visible peeping from it's little fleshy hood and I wanted it so bad.

'Calm down,' he laughed mockingly and charged out into the garden and I saw
his slim brown form leap and then a splash. God, I shook of the slight
fuzziness from the booze and quickly stripped off and ran out after him.

No sooner had I hit the water and splashed around than his lithe brown body
was on me and he was hard. His penis was as hard as a rock as we laughed,
stuggled and thrashed around revelling in the coolness and absolute
sensuality of each other's naked bodies slipping and pressing against each
other. It was a watery heaven and we stood in the waist high water holding
each other and staring at each other.

'Davey,' he groaned and I felt his five inches of solid meat slip beween my
legs. 'I'm so horny,' H prodded against me and I clamped my legs. God knows
where this was leading but I had all I could take. I grabbed his tightly
muscled buttocks and pulled him in tightly.

'Richy,' I sighed and my lips crushed onto his. I heard him give a muffled
squeal, his lips opened and my tongue was in. We swayed together with the
sun beating down on our joined bodies, it was one of those moments, We'd
messed around in the past but this was different. This was grown up, we
were actually kissing something that only gays did, as queer as fuck and we
didn't want to stop. I could feel his hands on my bottom binding us in so
tightly I thought my chest was going to burst.

'Having fun?' Sam's voice spoke from behind and we sprang apart like
startled gazelles (or something). Sam stood there laughing and we splashed
around embarassed but defiant. What the hell had he expected with two sexed
up kdis and a load of WKD, we weren't fucking angels and he'd had his
show. 'Try the jacuzzi,' he smiled and slipped into the smaller pool by the
doorway, two seconds later his wet baggy shorts sailed up in the air. The
man was naked and expected us to join him.

'Gotta tell you...' Richy whispered urgently but I was too carried away to
take any notice. Sam had been naked and I was excited and that was
sexually. God, I was so sick, it was bad enough being turned on by a boy
but a hairy chested man. His schlong would be enormous as well and I
wondered if Richy's hands had been around it, he'd got twenty quid from
somewhere . I was acting like a prick and thinking evil of my best mate and
the boy I was determined to love sooner or later. The kiss and the pool had
done it, there was no going back now.

'Come on, Rich,' I shouted and clambered from the pool. I heard Richy call
my name as I slipped into the jacuzzi which was tepid but bubbly and the
water felt smooth somehow, perhaps there was a fine soapy mix in it but it
wasn't water plain and simple. It was sexy somehow and I grinned at Sam
bobbing gently opposite as Richy slid in alongside me. I felt Sam's foot
against my leg and then his foot came under me and I felt his toes slowly
move against my balls. Jesus, I was sexed up before and with Richy moving
against my side I felt my pecker come to life again.

As I bobbed there beginning to feel drowsy I felt Richy's hand snake under
the bubbly water and grasp my erection gently squeezing it and he made a
movement against me so that he slid me forward into the centre. I was
lost. I was just imagining his hard cock slipping up and down my back and
then between my legs only from the back. He'd be as near as dammit to
fucking me but that wasn't to be.

'Two little angel's, Sam whispered looking at me intently and I
blushed. Shit, this was getting heavy and I wondered if he was after Richy
and me being real dirty, not that I would have minded. Suddenly Sam moved
and I felt his hands run up the outside of my thighs and lift me, of course
the buoyancy helped and I sqwarked as I slipped into his hairy chested
embrace.

I hated it, I liked it... I was so confused what I felt but I could feel
his stiff cock rubbing against me as I lay in his arms virtually upended.

'Richy,' I wailed as I felt Sam position me and then the blunt pressure at
my spread arse hole. I was going to be fucked and I couldn't move. Richy
had got behind me and was supporting me in the water... the bastard had set
me up. 'Richy, you bast...' I yelled out loud as I felt the pressure
increase then ease. Sam did another little shuffle and pushed again this
time I felt my sphincter stretch and stretch. I sobbed forced to hold onto
him as he finally pushed in firmly and I felt his swollen knob enter my
virgin hole.

Some hairy old cunt had taken my cherry and my best mate was holding me up
kissing me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. What a crock of shit. I
moaned and I felt tears in my eyes as Sam pushed harder and once lodged
into me grabbed my hips and stared to fuck for real. I dunno what size he
was, a fattish six I guess to get technical but at that moment in time and
space I just wanted it over with. My ring felt like it was going to tear
and his mass in my gut felt like a fuckin' log but at least it was easier
now the penetration was over and I hung onto his flabby waist as he
ploughed his furrow... my furrow I mean. This guy was fucking me and
running his hands up and down my sides keeping me in position assisted my
my traitor mate who's lips kissed and mouthed at my wet and slippery neck.


'Nice, David... so nice,' Sam started to fuck harded slamming into me in
the watery warmth. I closed my eyes, as I felt his huge salami slip in and
out of my ex virgin bum. 'Yes, yes...' Sam went into overdrive and I felt
his bloody thing swell and then pump. Yeah, fuckin' well pump. I moaned as
I felt his warm squirts inside me and then the easing and the slipperyness
as he filled me with his old man's juice. He'd fucked me, he'd spunked me
and now I was lost. He slid free in a gush of cum and cuddled me in his
strong arms and to his hairy chest. 'Good boy,' he murmured and his strong
hands ran up and down my back cupping my bottom. I wriggled in panic as I
thought he was going to go again.

'Richy, you bastard,' I moaned. I needed to take it out on someone and I
felt so squishy inside, my arse was on fire and I'd been betrayed.

'Why don't you take David to the guest room, Richy?' Sam spoke to my friend
or maybe ex friend. 'I have a bit of a get together tonight, a couple of
young footballers and a pair of actors, you're both invited of course.'

'Depends what time it's finishing,' Richy held me and I hadn't got the
strength to shake him off.

'You'll get a lift or we'll get you a taxi,' Sam smiled at us both. Jesus I
didn't want to look at the bloke. Fuck a local, a virgin boy and then
reward with a party. Big deal.

'Come on, Davey,' Richy helped me from the jaccuzzi and after wrapping a
towel around me escorted fro upstairs and I noticed that he knew exactl;y
where he was going. The bastard, he knew the score and he'd set me up not
bit time... huge time.

'Come on, Davey,' he repeated and guided me into a large bedroom and then
through a door into a large and very sumptious bathroom. 'Have a crap,
you'll feel better.' He looked at me. 'Toldya, I'm sorry. Gimma a shout
when you're done and we'll share the bath.'

I stared at him and sneered, it was the best I could do. As he left me to
my privacy I slammed the door as hard as I could but the fucking thing had
a spring on it which deadened the sound. Slighty fucked the protest but you
can't win 'em all. I perched ont he throne and let go. Jeez, it was
disgusting but Richy was right, I did feel better. I cleaned up and
tottered to the door, he had said we'd have a bath after all and I was
determined to make his life a misery. You know you get that feeling, you
feel rough, rotten and let down and you want everyone to join in your
anguish... just how I felt.

'Hey up,' I opened the door and I saw him sitting on the bed looking really
dejected but I'd improve on that, he'd feel like total shit by the time I'd
finished with him.

'Right,' the cheeky cunt even smiled as he came over. He busied himself
squirting foamy into the huge bath and started to top it up adjusting the
water to a suitable temperature which I guess wasn' too hot but not too
cold. 'How do you feel?' He looked at me and I looked at him standing there
naked with his penis now hanging softly from his groin. I couldn't keep it
up, the act I mean, he was my pal even if a treacherous one and after that
kiss...

'Sore bum,' I mumbled. 'Cunt,' I added for effect.

'Come on, Davey,' he reached down and fondled my deflated dick and I was
lost as he encircled me this his fist and squeezed gently. 'You haven't cum
yet?'

'No,' I croaked feeling myself harden.

'I did, when he fucked me,' he muttered.

'That's because you're queer,' I snapped childishly regretting what I'd
said immediately. I'd said just the wrong thing as Richy let go of me and
rushed into the bedroom. I followed him and he was face down on the bed and
his shoulders were shaken by sobs.

'I'm sorry, Rich. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it,' I babbled with all thoughts
of revenge gone. 'I didn't mean it,' I kissed his shoulders, the back of
his neck and the side of his tear stained face wishing myself into the
deepest of hells. 'I'm so bloody sorry.'

'And so you should be,' he rolled and stared at me. It was totally
inevitable and had to be. I dropped my head and kissed his sweet lips and
we were at it like a pair of lovelorn louts which says it all.

'That bath will overflow,' he giggled at the end and tore free. 'Come on,
lover boy.'

I had to smile. I followed his firm brown bottom across the bedroom and
into the bathroom where he had to drain some water before we got into the
soothing water. My bum didn't feel all that bad but I was getting my second
wind now. We were both hard from our little kissing interlude and I grasped
his slippery body as we sank into the bath together. God, his thick brown
cock felt like a slippery steel bar in my hand, he was so hard I was
surprised he hadn't popped. It was a really big bath and I slipped back in
the fork of his legs feeling his hardness jammed between us and rubbing on
my spine, he kissed me and one hand held my stifness whilst the other toyed
with my nipples. I never knew they could get hard but they were and he
breathed in my ear. 'Forgiven?'

'Later,' I giggled. 'Check out my hole make sure it isn't split or
anything.' I clambered up in the bath and knelt with my arms on the rim at
the end. I didn't know what he was going to do but I knew what I wanted to
him to do.

'Looks a bit puffy and red but it's OK,' he groaned and I felt his finger
stroke my pucker.

'He's got a bit dick, that Sam.'

'He has,' Richy croaked and I felt his finger pushed against me and I said
nothing just gave a contented little purr. Richy pushed a little further
and I felt his finger inside me and clamped on it as he slowly moved it to
and fro. 'Jeez, you are so tight, Davey.'

'I wonder if there's any lotion of cold cream around,' I pushed back onto
his probes praying that he'd get the message. OK, it wasn't very subtle but
he wasn't the brightest kid on the block.

'Let's dry off and lie down,' he whispered. 'I want us to do each other.' I
felt him lay on my back and his wet face met mine as I craned my head
around.

'Come on,' I had to do it right now before my courage failed me. I suppose
it was the racing driver syndrome. I wanted him in me before I brooded on
it and decided it was all painful, dirty and pervy. I wanted Richy to make
love to me and then I wanted his beautiful caramel colured body in my arms
and I wanted to join with him and return his love. Dead easy, I knew what
he wanted and now so did he.

We got from the bath in a hurry and dried off a little slower and padded
into the bedroom. There had been lotion in the bathroom cabinet and I took
charge, I lay on the bed on my belly and parted my legs. 'Do my ring and do
a bit inside.'

'Right,' he leant over and I felt the smear of his glans on my cheek. I
grinned into the pillow as I felt his touch, he was max horny and I was the
one he wanted. I sighed as I felt the cool oil on my pucker and then his
finger inside me. 'Davey,' he croaked and kissed my bum.

'Same way as he did, Richy,' I said firmly. 'Face to face, I want to watch
you when you cum inside me.'

'You sure,' I felt his lips on my bum again and then a kiss. His finger
slipped free and I sweat I felt my backdoor close.

I rolled over onto my back and folded my legs so that my feet were on the
bed, he could take it from here as I didn't know whether to take my legs
up, spread them or what... he did. He lifted my legs and rested them on his
shoulder knelt and shuffling in close and and forced my legs down onto my
chest then he kissed me. I felt his glans slip against my bum and then it
touched my pucker. I flinched and wrapped my arms around his neck and
kissed him again softly and with feeling. I was in fuckin' love with my
best mate, a boy. God I felt so pervy and I didn't give a fuck. I just
wanted Richy's hot bown cock in me and then I'd take it from there.

'Nice and slow, Richy,' I whispered as I felt his sliipery glans press
against me and then he pushed. There was the briefest of pains and I
relaxed as his dick which felt twice as big as it looked slid into my gut
and he stopped. 'Go on,' I grunted. I held his hips so that I could push
him away but I didn't. The more he filled me the better it felt, none of
the stretching of Sam and none of the brutal taking. Richy, slowly worked
his way in and to be perfectly honest I loved it, he filled me and as he
sealed in with a determined push I wrapped my arms and legs around him
savouring his firm young body and the scratch of his curly black pubics
under my balls.

'Orrite?' he gave a little wriggle inside me and grinned.

'Fuck me,' I growled and clamped on his fat cock.

He started slowly at first and I lay there stroking his well muscled
body. So, OK, he was a bit shorter than I was but as someone told
me... Everone's the same size in bed, and there was nothing wrong with
Richy's sex drive. He was in and out steadily and at the end he was puffing
and panting but his cock felt like a bloody great scaffold pole.

'Daveee...' he wailed and I felt the swelling and pumping that I had with
Sam but this was Richy. I clutched him as I felt a little trickle and then
a series of splashes and his cum was hot and slippery. He would have
impregnated me if that was possible and I felt his mess inside me, this
time I loved it and kissed until we ran out of kisses. We were sweaty and
my sore bum was now merely a dull ache and it was still filled with his
softening cock. 'How was it?' He stared at me eager for eager for
reassurance.

''You are the greatest,' I smiled and winced as he slowly and carefully
withdrew. He lay alongside me cuddling and his breathing slowly returned to
normal. I studied his limpening and cum stained cock, even in repose it was
yummy but I resfrained from licking it, maybe after a wash.

'Do me now,' he whispered. 'The same way,' his hand reached out and grasped
my erection, it was still oily and he wanked me for a little while and then
declared himself ready. 'Not too little and not too much,' he grinned as I
knelt between his legs feeling his cum on the inside of my thighs.

This was it, he lay back and looked up at me folding his knees back to his
chest. His brown skinned pucker gazed at me and I looked back. I rubbed my
glans across the smooth skin and it yielded, I was actually dribbling and
as his sphincter yielded to a gentle push my knob was surrounded by flesh
and disappeared accompanied by a gasp from my lover. I felt his legs slip
down and clamp around my waist as he moaned and held my hips.

'Take it easy, Dave,' he pleaded as I sank deeper and deeper into his
clinging and tight little tunnel. I was lost in the absolute ecstasy of the
moment. I was so hard it was indescribable, his heat and his tightness were
such a turn on that I had to go. I started to fuck and it got better and
better as I finally bottomed out into his sweet arse. He clung to me as I
flathanded either side of his torso and started to pump. He loved it, he
whimpered and wailed as I shagged him hard and fast, all finesse was gone I
was just rutting and he accepted it all trying to kiss me and hold me in
tightly as I fucked.

At last I came and it was my bestest ever, I neary fainted as I felt my hot
squirts and spurts surge into Richy's body and he lay there with his mouth
open and his eyes sparkling.

I kept moving in and out of his squishy bottom loving the movement, the
slickness and even the smell of our spilt cum. His brown penis had even
perked up and I was still inside him I fondled it's tacky mass and it began
to thicken. Sex maniac,' I whispered fondly probably in love for the very
first time in my life. I didn't know if it was love or lust but time would
tell. 'Sex maniac,' I said it again, I liked the sound of it. 'Did the
earth move for you,' I whispered as his legs dropped and we lay belly to
belly. I still had a bit of myself in him but it slipped free at the end.

He laughed and ran his tongue up the side of my face. ''Dunno but the bed
moved and I feel well and truly fucked,' he giggled. 'It was great, I
enjoyed it.' his eyes avoided mine.'

'We don't have to tell the planet but be honest with me, Richy.'

'Yeah, it was good, fucking you and being fucked by you... happy now.'

'Yep,' I laughed and nearly fell from the bed. 'Bathtime again, the water's
still warm.'

'And dirty,' he sniffed.

'So shower, Grumpy Boots.'

'I'll give you grumpy,' he leapt from the bed and chased me into the
bathroom.

He got his treat as he burst in the door seconds behind me, I was on my
knees with my bum pointing in his direction. 'Whatcha doing, Dave?'

'Jeez, want an instruction book,' I snarled over my shoulder.

'Not really,' he knelt between my legs and ran his hardening cock up and
down my crack, the way it slid I reckoned I was oozing but I didn't care. I
had the hots for this half breed and I wanted his firm young meat up and in
me.  Somewhere in the middle I heard someone call out that tea was on the
table or something like that but Richy kept going. It was messy and
slippery but he plugged away and shagged me hard and fast at last doing the
jerky twitch bit and I swore he cum again as when he slipped free I felt a
messy run of spent spunk trickle down either leg. I'd cancelled out Sam in
my mind, Richy was in the lead, he'd done me twice and he was going to do
it a damn sight more if I had anything to do with it.

Back in the bedroom there were two mugs of tea and a sugar bowl. There was
also a note informing us that the guests would arrive in an hour and we
could take a set each of fresh clothing from the wardrobe.... with grateful
thanks. I guessed there'd be no twenty pound notes flying around but
clothing was worth more. The stuff we'd arrived in was tossed in the
corner. Naturally enough we were over in a flash. Cargoes, jeans, shirts,
t-shirts, you name it... anything that kids our age and size would want was
there, it was only a matter of finding something to fit. We plundered the
thing, new cargoes, t-shirts, underwear and socks. The only thing we
retained were our old trainers and that was only because they were the only
items missing.

An hour later Sam knocked on the door and came in. He was dressed
thankfully and made absolutely no mention of the events of the afternoon,
it was a bit like one of these time travel films, there was a chunk of
history missing and if he didn't want to mention it then neither did I. One
thing was for sure and that was from casual observation he could see that
we'd both been at it and all the way, the room stunk of sweat and boy sex.

'You look very nice. I'm sure you can cook up a story for your parents,' he
laughed. 'My guests downstairs are a bit older than yourselves but I
imagine one or two of the boys might even chat you up,' he smiled. 'As far
as I'm concerned it's entirely upto you.' he looked at us both clearly
awaiting a response.

'You want us to so slutting for you?' Richy came out with what I was
thinking.

'As I said, it's upto you,' Sam smiled. 'These guys are generous put it
that way and they're not your casual drongos.'

'Play it by ear,' I smiled defusing the situation as Richy looked ready for
a battle. Perhaps betraying me was weighing on his concience but hardly
likely as things had worked out for both of us but the possibility was
there.

We went downstairs and I think we both perked up, when Sam had said young
stars he hadn't said how young and most of these were of the seventeen and
eighteen variety none of whom I recognised so they weren't what you'd call
established stars. The only other adult was also far younger than Sam and
he seemed to be in his early twenties. Very butch and tough looking and the
first one to welcome us.

I nudged Richy as I saw one older teen take another who seemed barely over
sixteen and blatantly kissed him in full view of the others and no one took
a blind bit of notice. They're be down on the floor shagging next.

'Let me introduce, William,' Sam almost simpered 'He collects young teens
for his business.'

Shush, Sam,' the young toughy smiled and held his hand out. 'William
Prendergast, call me Bill, I work for the Boy Scout Movement.'



						THE END of this story
						The Series continues.



These boys have absolutely no connection with the boys featured in
'Addlestone Boys' (the Soap). The timeline for thast one is around 2004-5

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