Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2012 22:33:50 +0000 From: Ivor Sukwell Subject: We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On part 5 This story contains man/boy and boy/boy sex; it is pure masturbation fantasy, so you advised not to read it if those activities are not your `thing'. You should not continue beyond the title if the laws that apply where you live prohibit the reading of such material, be that on the grounds of religion, culture or age. If you choose to continue after this warning, then that is your choice and if you make that choice I hope you are not too disappointed. The story, as will become very obvious very early, is pure fantasy, and none of the characters exist outside of the imagination of the author. NOTE: I have attempted to reproduce the sounds made by teenagers in west London and some of the spelling may cause problems to readers who are not accustomed to English as it is spoken there. If you try to pronounce words as they are spelt then it should make some sense. Even though I have made this attempt I must say to the purist that I did not find it possible to reproduce all the swallowed consonants, strangulated vowels and glottal stops that are a common, everyday feature of this particular variety of English. Even Professor Higgins may have had a problem! We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On A Story by Ivor Sukwell Chapter Five Midwinter was fast approaching, the time of year the boys knew as Christmas. Edward hadn't done Christmas for years, but he thought it might be fun to dream up something a little special for the boys. He did make it snow, but the lads did not spend too much time outdoors playing with it. Edward had offered to get some stuff for them to wear, but his offer was rejected out of hand. "Like bein' bollock naked, don' us," Roy said with a shrug, "An' you likes us bollock naked an' all, so fuck wearin' cloves." He spent a lot of time thinking about it before deciding on the obvious; they should have a party. First they'd have breakfast, followed by present from under the tree, only it wouldn't be a tree, Edward had something different in mind there. Follow that with a few games and then a massive lunch before giving the boys a couple of hours off so they could play with their presents. The evening would be a massive piss up party and he'd get some weed in as well to make sure things went with a swing. Edward spent a couple of happy days working on the boys' presents until he was finally happy that he'd made the right choices. A quad bike each so they could have a bit of fun out in the grounds and an individual present for under the `tree' should do it, he thought. Getting the individual presents right took quite a bit of thinking about and he needed some time away from the temptations of ever present boyflesh to get his planning right. The boys noticed his frequent absences, of course; they were used to his almost constant physical attention, and started to wonder what was going on. "You fink he's gettin fed up wiv us?" a concerned Dave asked the others. "Dunno," Myrfin said thoughtfully, "Somefin's up; he only sucked me a couple of times this week, an' I can't usually keep it aht ov `is marf." "Hardly kissed me at all," Roger added to the list of woes, and that did concern everyone because it was a well known fact that whenever Edward set eyes on Roger he instantly set lips on him as well. "'Ope he ain't finkin' ov gettin' rid ov us," Phil sounded worried "Quite fuckin' like it `ere." "Quite like fuckin' `ere, yer means," Colin lightened the atmosphere for a moment. "Everyone likes fuckin' that thing," Simon nodded towards Roger's equipment which, even though they were now well used to it, was still a source of admiration for everyone. "Just jealous," Roger grinned. "Too fuckin' right!" Dave and Colin chorused together, Dave adding, "Fuckin' make three ov mine!" "Don't fink he's finkin' abaht gettin' shot ov us," Roy said thoughtfully, "But he definitely plannin' somefink." "Don't fink he's gonna get in sum more boys?" Phil asked hopefully. "Ain't said nuffin abaht it," Dave shook his head, "An' we all had a chat fore he got Rog in." "An' before we got you four in an' all," Simon said to Roy who nodded in agreement. "Ain't nuffin' ter do wiv boys, then," Phil sounded disappointed. Edward knew the boys were concerned, but he did nothing to alleviate their worries; when the day came all would be explained. The day did come, and after a light breakfast in the kitchen, which was unusual, the meal usually being taken in the breakfast room, Edward led the boys firstly into the breakfast room, the huge windows of which looked out onto the gravelled driveway. On the driveway were the seven quad bikes, and on seeing them, the boys went wild with delight. "You can enjoy yourselves on those when the weather gets a bit warmer," Edward clamed them down. "Now, I've got something else for each of you." He led them into the withdrawing room, which he had prepared for the occasion. No tree, instead there was a six foot copy of Myrfin's erect cock, accurate to the last detail, even the balls being perfect replicas. Edward had chosen Myrfin as his model simply because he thought that, although far from the biggest, it was the most beautiful of the seven he had to choose from. "Awesum," a couple breathed. "That's what I calls a fuckin' cock!" Phil enthused. "Like to see yer try ter gobble that," Dave giggled, causing general hilarity. Arranged around the alternative to a tree were seven boxes, each almost as high as the cocktree and about three feet wide. "Before you open your presents," a grinning Edward announced, "It is traditional to have something to drink. Mulled wine or sherry?" None of the boys had ever sampled mulled wine, so, naturally, that is what they chose. Glasses filled, Edward stood beside his creation and the seven boxes, which, on closer inspection, were covered in gift wrap paper, but gift wrap paper with a difference. Each of the seven had a different wrapping, the design being actual size images of the boys' cocks, each boy having dozens of images of his own soft prick adorning his present's package. "Roy," Edward called after glancing at the paper, and Roy stepped forward, sniggering when he had a close up of the wrapping paper. He tried lifting the box but failed. "Fuck me, that's `evy," he muttered and started to unwrap the box. Paper torn off he still had a cardboard box to get into, but he spotted that there was a catch on one edge of the front, which he undid and pulled the front open. He just stood still, staring into the box for a few seconds, before, "Fuckin' `ell," escaped from his lips. "Look wot I fuckin' got," he said, voice full of amazement. He reached in an arm, grabbed something and pulled out............a naked boy. Edward had spent ages trying to match boys he had done or knew would give to the seven he already possessed. For Roy he had got a lad called Marc. Not quite fourteen, Marc was almost six feet tall and solidly built with a small tuft of hair above an ample, uncircumcised cock, the dark colour of which was a give away as to the amount of attention it had already received in its short wanking life. One by one, the boys came up to undo and reveal their presents. Simon got a fifteen year old named Lee, five foot six of solid boy with a small uncut cock. A boy that Edward knew an older Simon had lusted after. For Dave there was Derek, a thirteen year old giggly lad who, as Edward well knew, still giggled when he was being fucked; Colin got Graham, a fourteen year old, dark haired, circumcised and seriously pretty boy. Phil, Edward knew, was at his best with a cock in his mouth, so he was given Ian, another fourteen who was at his best when his cock was in a mouth, a natural pairing if ever there was one. Roger had been a bit of a problem, a cock the size of the one he owned would need a hole used to taking something of that size if he was to get immediate satisfaction and Edward had finally come up with John, a fifteen who Edward had never sampled but who, Edward knew for a fact, had been a working boy since he was thirteen. Well used to taking adult pricks inside him, he'd have no trouble making room for Roger. John was something of a surprise as well, because he was shaved, legs and pubes, the effect being, as it was with Edward, to make his far from insignificant prick seem bigger than it was. It was, as he was to tell everyone later, `good for business.' The `presents' were, not surprisingly, just a little disorientated. They'd found themselves naked inside cardboard boxes and, when released, in a room with loads of other naked boys grouped around a six foot replica cock. Seven of the boys were grinning, whooping and cheering, and seven were standing in dumfound amazement. "What abaht you, Ed, ain't left yerself aht `ave yer?" "Not quite," Edward grinned, and did something to the replica of Myrfin's cock which made it open to reveal a dazed looking, fair haired, slender, long legged beauty of fourteen. Seven boys cheered loudly, all their worries about Edward being bored with them dispelled by the addition of all the fresh flesh. Edward snapped his fingers, and, with a bang, a banner appeared across the back wall of the room, a banner that proclaimed in capitals, "HAPPY SEXMAS", and was greeted by even more cheers. "You can play with your presents for a couple of hours," Edward told them, "Probably best if they adjust one to one. Lunch at two and party at six." He took hold of his boy's hand, helping him down from the place he had been kept and put an arm around his waist. The boy's expression changed from one of bewilderment to something approaching recognition; he'd allowed the man who now had an arm round his naked body to seduce him only a couple of days before. A couple of days for the boy and only a couple of years for Edward, he was Edward's last pre-alien conquest. Arm still round the boy's slender waist, Edward led him off towards the fuck room. As he was leaving he noticed that the other boys were starting to get to know their presents. Roger was openly admiring his present's shaved groin, his mouth watering at the prospect of what looked as though it would grow to around six, fairly thick inches. "This real?" the boy, John, asked, trying to get his head round things. "This feel real?" Roger asked back, taking hold of the soft tube that started to swell at first touch. "Never done it with a boy," John whispered, as though there was really any need to keep sexual matters secret in a room full of naked and clearly sex-driven boys. "Girls," Roger said sympathetically, and the boy shook his head. "Men," he whispered again. "You are gonna love this, then," Roger delightedly told him and went in for a kiss. John had kissed before, naturally; if men paid him to kiss then he kissed. It was ok and it was easy money; kissing Roger was something else! "Fuck!" he exclaimed when Roger broke away and allowed him to breathe again. "Bed?" Roger asked. "Fuckin' right!" John agreed. Roy, always a fast worker, was chatting up his present without the slightest hint of shyness. He eyed the taller, bigger boy's dark, soft cock with only one thought in mind. "You wanks that loads, then," Roy stated and Marc blushed slightly, a hand instinctively reaching for the item under discussion. He did indeed wank a lot, and also regularly fucked a boy two years older than himself, but he was not used to talking about it with other, strange, naked boys. "Bit," he admitted. "How often?" "Six or seven most days," Marx found himself confessing. "Fit in well here, then," Roy grinned, "Fancy goin' an' `avin' a bit'a fun?" "Fancy suckin' that," Phil told his dark-haired gift. "Ok by me," the gift replied, "Wanna do it here?" Phil did. The sight of Phil on his knees in front of Ian, slurping away to the obvious contentment of both, was enough to end any shyness between the others and boys left the room, heading for beds where they could play with their new toys. Edward was just getting down to a decent meal of fair-haired Stephen's balls when he was interrupted by Roy. "Fancy swappin' after a bit?" Roy enquired. "Not like the one you got?" Edward asked. "Oh, yeh," Roy dismissed the possibility that he may have been disappointed; "He fucks me an' then I fuck's yours after." "Fine by me," Edward agreed, "This one's going up my arse, so I'll be happy to shag yours after." Marc was a boy Edward had not indulged in before; the one, tentative move he had been able to make had not met with any success, but things would be different this time! They were: after a good buggering by Stephen's five quite slim inches, Edward gave Marc's cunt its first taste of man cock, actually, its first taste of any cock. The big thirteen year old had fucked boys but had never been fucked himself; Edward rectified that omission in his sex life. Marc had been a little reluctant, not overtly so, but reserving judgement on his need to have cock inside him, especially a man's cock, but after a good eating out and fingering he was in the mood to give it a try and once it was inside him he waved goodbye to his anal virginity with enthusiasm. With all the boys and their presents seated at the big table for the Sexmas lunch, Edward asked if they were all happy. If any of the boys he had brought in that morning wished to go, he could arrange to send them back. He was confident enough now with his alien abilities to be able to return a boy to exactly where he had got him from. The boy would remember his experiences only as a particularly vivid wank dream. "I'm sittin' here wiv your spunk still leaking aht me arse," Marc declared, "An' you's askin' if I wants to leave. You fuckin' mad?" A raucous cheer greeted Marc's declaration – all the boys were more than happy to remain. What normal teenage boy could ask for anything more than unlimited, uninhibited sex? Lunch completed, the boys were sitting around a blazing log fire that Edward had created in the huge inglenook fireplace. The big club armchairs in the withdrawing room were each just the right size to take two boys comfortably, and no-one was sitting on their own! There had been some exchanging of presents, as was to be expected, Edward now with Graham, who, although circumcised – which was not really to Edward's taste – had a nice body, good legs and was seriously pretty with lips that demanded dedicated kissing. "I mentioned a party, boys," Edward said when cigars were lit and brandies as well as boys were being appreciated, "But I would like your opinions on it." Naturally the boys were enthusiastic about a party, even though their life was just about one long party, and wanted to know why Edward needed their opinions. "I was thinking of something a bit different," Edward started. "Count me out if you're thinkin' of gettin' girls in," Phil said. He had managed to get hold of shaved John, owner of the second biggest cock amongst them and was quite keen to get down to sucking him. Mutters of general agreement greeted this remark; girls had no place in this boy fucking establishment. "Not girls," Edward visibly shuddered at the thought, "But a load more boys." That did meet with approval, the more cock the better being the general opinion. "Nothing as simple as that though," Edward explained. "I wondered if it might be fun to bring in a load I don't really know very much about." Curiosity now around the boy fondling room. "Some kids who I have had cock off, but just cock, no idea what they're like naked. A few that I've had properly and I know will go, one or two who's cocks I've seen but never touched, and some I've only seen dressed but fancied like buggery." This prompted some serious discussion. "How many, Ed?" "I don't know, say twenty or thirty." "How old?" "Anything between thirteen and seventeen, I could manage a couple of younger ones if anyone is interested." "You ain't had young ones have yer?" Roy asked. "Three or four eleven and twelves when I was eleven and twelve," Edward answered with a grin, which caused general mirth and comments like, "Fuckin' dirty ol' man even wen he was a kid." "Nuffin wot can't spunk," Was Phil's verdict agreed by all. "An yer gets `em in naked, like wot yer did us?" "Can't do that," Edward explained. "If I haven't seen them naked I don't know what they look like, and the ones who's cocks I haven't seen, well, I can't just dream up pricks for them, can I." "So wot we sposed to do wiv thirty kids wiv cloves on?" "They won't all have clothes on," Edward smiled, "A few will be properly undressed." "An' the uvers?" "You seduce them," Edward grinned, "We'll have a Sexmas seduction party." "I don't know," Roger said slowly, thinking as he spoke; "Easy enough to get a boy who arrives naked to go for it," he looked around, "As we all know." Laughter greeted this so obviously true statement. "Especially if we know he has had some experience. But a bunch of kids who are dressed and might never have done anything before, is a different matter." Mutters of agreement came from the boys, Dave offering, "We all done stuff wiv uver boys `fore Ed got `is `ands on us, din't we, but we was all fuckin' careful `bout who we talked abaht it wiv. Din't go rahnd tellin' no-one, did we, `less it was some kid you was tryin' to get." "I don't think there's much chance of gettin' anywhere with any of them if they're in a big group," Roger continued, "They'll be too scared of what others might say." "Some of them will know some of you," Edward pointed out, "Go to the same school, might even be in the same class." "Make it worse," pretty Graham said from his position snuggled into Edward. "Don't think so," Phil gave up, for a moment his oral attentions on John's super smooth groin, "we're in the same class, ain't we, but yer didn't freak wen yer saw me `ere." "Yeh, but yer knew I was wankin' wiv Reed, din't yer," Graham countered. "Din't know you did it wiv Ed an' all, though," Phil grinned. "Din't really," Graham enlightened him, "Only once, let `im get `is `and up me shorts on the field in games once." "Gettin' a bit more now, in't he!" Dave giggled. "Fuckin' right," Graham grinned back, "Don't know `ow ter stop `im!" Hoots of laughter and much cock fondling followed Graham's comment, before Simon made his contribution. "I reckon it'd be a bit of a laugh," he said, "'Cos we ain't got nuffin to lose, like, `as we?" "Bunch ov firty odd kids all knowin' we likes cock?" Thirteen year old Derek giggled nervously, "We'd be dead!" "No we wouldn't," Simon said patiently, explaining the obvious to the boy. "This isn't real, is it." "Feels real enough to me," Phil sniggered, releasing John's cock from his mouth just long enough to crack his joke. "Real for us, but not for them, right, not unless they decide to stay." He looked at Edward for confirmation. "Simon's correct, lads," Edward agreed, "Any that want to not be here, I'll send back where they came from." He was confident enough now in his abilities to be sure he could do that. "Yeh," Dave thought he had spotted a weakness in this, "But some of `em knows us, right? So wen they goes back to real time wot's ter stop `em' from tellin' everyone abaht us shaggin' boys?" "Think about it," Edward explained, "Some kid, let's call him Jim, goes back having seen someone he knows, say you, Dave, with his cock in a boy's mouth at some sort of orgy on Christmas evening. How is he going to explain away what he was doing there? And even if he says anything, Dave would have been at home with his family, wouldn't he. He'll think it was some sort of dream; this image of Dave getting gobbled will just come into his mind. How is a boy who thinks he is utterly straight going to deal with that?" "Might start to wonder if he fancies Dave," Myrfin grinned, "An' he ain't gonna let `imself do that, is he, so he's gonna try to forget he ever fuckin' dreamt it." "Exactly," Edward smiled at the group, "The other Dave might get a few odd looks from him from time to time, might possibly start to wonder if Jim fancies him; never know, might even get lucky." "Nah," Dave shrugged, "Don't know no-one called Jim." He said it with a straight face, but it still got laughter. "'Ow abaht this," Simon continued thinking out loud. "Ed brings in this bunch ov kids, few ov `em's starkers, rest dressed. Wot's the starkers ones gonna do?" Puzzled looks while the boys tried to follow Simon's reasoning. "Fink abaht it," he persisted, "'Magin you was one ov the starkers ones. You sees anover bunch ov kids wots all naked as well, you gonna stay wiv the dressed ones or go join the nudies?" "Join up wiv the nudies," Phil agreed, "Safety in numbers." "Dead fuckin' right!" Simon congratulated him, "So there's some ov `em wiv us straight off. Now all we gotta do is get the cloves orf the uvers." "An' how we gonna do that, ask `em to kindly get undressed for us?" Marc asked sarcastically. "In a way, yes, we are," Simon agreed. "Loadsa booze an' fags available, right Ed?" "And weed," Edward smiled wickedly, "Thought that might help things along." Some of the boys, certainly those from Edward's own schooldays, had no idea what `weed' was, but Simon certainly did. "Wicked," he grinned appreciatively. "Right, we sets up a sorta bar wiv a big price list. Beer'll cost one item of clovin', so will a fag; whisky an' vodka an' stuff'll be two items an' a joint three. If they wants ter stay an' get pissed an' wasted, they'll be naked in an hour." "Oh, yeh, go for it," several of the boys chorused. "Disco an' all?" Dave hoped. "Consider it done," Edward grinned. "This is gonna be great," Ian whooped, "Seein' kids gettin' their kit off so they can get pissed. Wicked!" "An' wen they got their kit off," Phil looked up from John's cock once more, "We gets at their cocks!" He licked his lips lasciviously. "Don't yer ever fink ov nuffin else?" Dark haired, slender Myrfin, who had negotiated himself fair haired, slender Stephen and was slowly wanking the boy, asked. "Nope," Phil grinned cheerfully, "Fuckin' love cock don' I!" The party was set up in the freshly created ballroom, huge enough to easily accommodate a hundred or more guests. Edward had placed luxurious couches around the walls, thirty of them, each separated from the next to it by a statue of a naked boy or, in some cases, boys. Taken from ancient Greece and Rome as well as from Renaissance Italy, they were all perfect examples of male, adolescent beauty, prompting Dave to remark that he wouldn't have minded an hour or two with any, or better still, all of them. The bar was a work of erotic art, beer pumps being life sized erect cocks and ice buckets in the unusual design of testicles. There could be little doubt as to what the theme of the party was! It took a lot of concentration for Edward to bring in the `guests' in a bunch, but he managed it, and the collection of bemused, shocked, amazed and even horrified faces was enough to set Edward's boys off into howls of laughter. A few, as Edward had promised, were naked, but their nakedness did not imply that they were boys who were experienced or even willing. They were naked simply because, at some time in his past, Edward had seen them naked and liked what he had seen. There were others who, although now fully clothed, had, in the past, had their sperm coaxed out by Edward's hand or mouth and there were others who Edward had simply seen and fancied. Those he knew nothing about, some might give, some might not. That was yet to be discovered. There were a couple amongst the naked ones who he did know about, boys who had shared his bed at some time or another, but he made no effort to distinguish those from the others; any discoveries were down to his boys to make. Some were in school uniforms, others dressed casually, still others in sports kit, shorts and football shirts – it all depended on where Edward had seen them, he brought them in as he remembered them. He'd brought in around fifty and the confusion was immense. None of the boys had the faintest idea where they were other than that they were obviously at some sort of rave party, the disco noise loud enough to make that, at least, clear. The naked ones, as predicted, once over the initial shock of being naked at a party, drifted over to join Edward's boys who were, of course, also naked; the teenage herd instinct of there being safety in numbers overcoming everything else. Half a dozen naked boys amongst fifty clothed ones had an embarrassment rating that was intolerable, the same half dozen amongst fifteen others who were also in the nude, could be, just about, lived with. Chaos developed around the bar, where Simon, John and Marc were acting as barmen. The `price list' was causing discontent and unrest amongst the newcomers, who were, initially, unwilling to part with their clothes in exchange for drinks and smokes. One lad, Edward thought he was called Brian, eventually muttered, "Fuck it," and pushed his way to the front of the bar. "What do I get for me shoes an' socks?" he demanded to know. "That would class as four items," Simon answered him with an almost professional smile, "So any combination that adds up to that." He had nice legs, a decent cock and kissed surprisingly well, Edward remembered as the boy settled for a couple of beers and two cigarettes. Simon took the offered items, gave the boy a tag to hang round his neck so he could reclaim his things later, and readied himself for the rush. It was more of a trickle at first, but developed rapidly as boys realised they could get beer and fags for nothing more sinister than their footwear, and the inevitable mingling began. One decent looking lad who seemed to be about sixteen was handing Simon a pair of shoes and one sock. "A joint," he said as he handed the items over. "Nuffin ter drink?" Simon asked. "Think I'll save the other sock till later," the boy smirked and took his joint. "Fuckin' `ell," another boy said beside him, "You gonna make that last all night, then?" "Might not have to," the first answered, suggestively stroking the other's jeans covered leg. "You might want to get me something." "Fuck off," the second boy, called Danny, dismissed him, "You wanna get wasted you get yer own kit orf." He turned back to Simon and asked, "What do I get for me shoes, socks an' all the rest?" Simon grinned wickedly, first victim baited and caught, he thought. "Once yer completely stripped orf," he said with a smile, "Yer gets anyfin yer wants. No limits," he added with a suggestive lift of his eyebrows. "Right," Danny grinned, "Give us a treble scotch wiv a dash ov orange an' a joint. Oh, an' can I `ave a fag, just fer starters?" "Course yer can," Simon chortled as Danny began to unconcernedly strip. Once naked, Danny turned back to the boy who had fondled his thigh, "Wanna carry on feelin' me up?" he asked and when nothing happened, added, "Didn't fink so, cunt," collected his drink and joint, stuck the cigarette in his mouth, turned his back on the boy and farted at him as he walked off towards the naked group. Edward was amused by that little interchange. The boy Danny had farted at was one Edward knew was given to making highly suggestive remarks or moves towards other boys, but, so far as he knew, any interested response would having running rapidly in another direction. Edward had brought him in simply to see if this, obviously cock orientated party, would change that behaviour. Phil, perhaps not surprisingly, was the first boy to score. His cock hunting eyes searched the newcomers for something tasty to fill his mouth and spotted a lad of only just fifteen who was dressed in white shorts and shirt with ankle socks and tennis shoes, fresh from the games changing rooms. The shorts were 1970's style, only just mid-thigh length, clearly showing that the boy's legs were pleasantly smooth. They clearly showed something else as well, the boy had an erection, the tight fitting shorts holding his hard length down along his right thigh. The boy, Ross, whose hair was the colour of light amber, was one Edward had seen like this coming from the school changing rooms. He had, a year later, seen the boy naked in the showers as well and made an unsuccessful move on, but had decided to bring him in his present, sports kit and erect state rather than naked, judging that a boy with an obvious hard on would not go unmoved on by his cock hungry crew. He was correct; Phil spotted him, spotted the unmissable evidence of penile excitement, and moved straight in. It helped that he knew the boy slightly, he was, as Edward had been, two years below him at Grammar school. "Fuckin' `ell, Ross, yer got worked up quick," Phil grinned by way of introduction. The poor lad, embarrassed enough by his state of cock, went deep red as he recognised Phil as a more senior boy at school; that is, eventually recognised him when his eyes climbed high enough to see his face – he was not accustomed to being greeted by naked boys at a party. "I.....er....." Poor Ross stuttered. "Let me get the first round," Phil offered, "Wot yer want, beer, scotch, fag, joint?" "I.....I don't smoke," Ross managed to get out. "Beer an' a joint, then," Phil decided for him and ordered them from Simon at the bar. "Goin' for `im, then?" Simon grinned. "You seen the cock on it?" Phil breathed in awe "That is sumthink I wanna get me marf rahnd!" He handed a beer to Ross and led him by the arm to one of the couches down the far end of the ballroom. "Get away from the crowd for a bit," he said by way of explanation. Ross protested once more that he did not smoke when Phil gave him a joint, but the only response was, "Will this stuff, believe me!" The first tentative puff produced a fit of coughing and it needed a bit of encouragement from Phil to get the boy to try a second and a third. By the fourth he was finding things quite funny and after the fifth it no longer seemed unbelievably strange that he was sitting beside a naked boy who had an arm draped round his shoulder in a really friendly way. It was strange, though, that his hard on had come back; it had gone away when he was coughing, but now it had returned for some reason, he couldn't think why, so he giggled about it.. He giggled even more when he noticed that the boy he was sitting beside, a boy from school, had grown one as well. He was tempted to say something about it, but was still too shy and shocked to actually say anything. "Next rahnd's yers," Phil grinned at him; it was time to do something about the state of young Ross's clothing. Ross shook his head, not an easy thing to do for some reason. "Yer can't stop now," Phil admonished and Ross shook his head again, with a little more success this time. "Not gonna stop," he said as carefully as he could, "Don't fink I can stand up." "That's not a problem," Phil giggled, "I'll get `em, you gets yer kit orf." "Can't," Ross managed. "I'll `elp yer," Phil offered kindly, and started pulling Ross's shirt up his body. Without thinking, Ross, who was floating somewhere around the ceiling on a cloud of marijuana, obligingly lifted his arms so the shirt could be removed. "Wan' me ter do the rest an' all?" Phil offered again and Ross dumbly nodded his head, a silly grin on his face. Obligingly, Phil knelt down, removed the lads tennis shoes and socks and then reached up to take hold of the waist band of the boy's tight shorts. From the way Ross's erection had been trapped down the length of his thigh, Phil had made an educated guess that there were no briefs under those tight shorts and so it proved. "Git yer arse up," Phil commanded as he tugged the boy's shorts downwards, revealing first a tiny patch of almost ginger pubes and the prize he had been searching for. Ross's cock, released from the tight, white prison that had trapped it along his thigh, sprang joyously free, slapping him on the stomach before settling at an angle just short of upright. "Fuckin' nora," Phil breathed in admiration as he gazed at a pale skinned weapon that at least rivalled Roger's in size. In fact, in a later comparison, Ross won the length contest by a foreskin. In girth, the judges declared it a tie. Not wanting to move away from his prize, Phil called to Myrfin to take Ross's clothing and return with something to drink and another couple of joints. Myrfin had his stare of admiration at what Ross had brought to the party, muttered "Nice one," to Phil and scooted off to get the order in. Phil, his attention never for a second diverted from what he had revealed, licked his chops in anticipation of what he was about to receive. "When this beauty last get sucked?" he asked, his voice thick. "Never," Ross giggled. Without the benefit of marijuana he would have been running, screaming, for the nearest door if he'd been asked that question. Up high on his weed cloud it was something to giggle about. He stopped giggling when Phil went down on him, mouth open. That was the moment he should have taken action, pushed Phil forcefully away, yelled something like, "Fuck off yer fuckin' homo," and left the party. He didn't; instead he sat there in shock as his cock disappeared into Phil's talented mouth and strange, weird, wonderful sensations started pulsing through him. Just at that moment Myrfin returned with the requested order. "Two rum an' blacks," he said, "An' two joints. Fort yer might wan' sumfink stronger than beer." "Stick the drinks an' me joint dahn sumwhere, an' stick `is in `is marf an' light it." Phil came off Ross's cock long enough to say, and then returned to his meal. Even down the end of the huge ballroom, in, at best, dim light, a boy being sucked off by another boy is not something that for long escapes the attention of some fifty or so teenagers and long before it was half way through, Ross's introduction to being gobbled had attracted a reasonable audience. That Ross was enjoying it was beyond question; that he was almost lying on the couch, his legs stretched out stiff and straight, his eyes tight shut and a smile of pure bliss on his face were evidence enough to convince even the most sceptical. Indeed, it convinced several doubters that this was not the time and the place to forego such an experience if one was on offer. Ross's thick and creamy load was produced with a happy yell and an satisfied sigh and greeted with several cheers by the now admiring audience. It was a thicker and creamier load than Phil had become used to, but then Ross was not in the habit of being milked half a dozen times a day. Other minglings had potentially greater embarrassment. Simon recognised two boys from his school, but because, at school, he was older than them and here he was two years younger, they did not recognise him and the same was true for Phil, though in his case the two boys from his school were amongst the naked ones and he did not see them until later, being too involved with Ross. Phil's sucking of Ross did, though, lead to those two boys hardening up and to the younger of the two slipping a hand around the other's naked waist. A look into each other's eyes led to a decision that now was, perhaps, a good time to take their friendship a step further. "Dave?" a young teen voice called from amongst the still dressed throng, and a tallish fair haired delight crossed the room from clothed to unclothed; even during the Phil and Ross show the two groups had remained apart. "Dave?" it said again, his voice betraying that he found it difficult to believe Dave was there, and there naked. "Oh, shit!" Dave whispered to Roger who was standing beside him, "That's me fuckin' bruvver!" The fair haired lad, aged around fourteen by the look of him, was getting closer and Dave hissed at Edward, "Yer ever do Peter?" "No, regretfully," Edward grinned, "But he is rather tasty, isn't he." "Dave," the boy said for the third time when he reached the naked group, "What the fuck yer doin' `ere?" "Same as y'is yerself," Dave tried to brave it out, "Gettin' pissed an' stuff. Di'nt know yer was comin' though." He tried to smile at his brother, but it was a weak attempt. "Fuckin' `ell," the one called Peter, muttered, "Wot if mum find aht where we is?" "She won't," Edward intervened, "No chance of that, promise." Peter looked at the man, the only man amongst all the boys, and a man who was also naked. "'Is party," Dave explained, his voice still weak. "Why don't yer get a drink or sumfink," Danny suggested, edging closer, eyeing up Peter. He'd worked out pretty quickly what this rave was all about and wanted to get in on the action as soon as possible. "Reckon yer'd look pretty decent wivaht yer kit on." Fair haired Peter looked horrified and went bright red, but Danny already had him by the arm and was leading him towards the bar. The night's second seduction was under way, but being achieved by one of the newcomers, not by one of Edward's experienced boys. Eighteen boys stayed the course, the rest, having declined to drink and smoke enough to get undressed, Edward sent home to dream about what had happened to them and the things they had seen and missed out on. The eighteen who did last the party out, including Dave's brother, all spent the night in bed with another boy, the pairings up beginning long before Edward had sent the weak minded ones back where they came from. Thirty three naked boys sat down to breakfast the following morning, and for a lot of mornings after that. It was one of the newcomers, Mike, an intelligent boy, who first wondered to Edward if it was possible to go back. This was after a couple of weeks of cock tiring sex and Mike, who had not tried boy before the party, had done his best to make up for wasted years. "Certainly," Edward assured him, he had enough control now to return a boy to where he came from at the exact moment he had been taken. "Do remember, though, that your other self is still carrying on his life exactly as he was before. By now, you will be forty something, probably married and with kids." "We go back as we was, though, don't we?" "To the millisecond." "And will we remember anything of this?" "Yes, if you want to," Edward offered, "It can be one of those dreams that comes from time to time, dreams that seem so real you wonder always if it was actually real." "And if we don't want to remember?" this from Vince, the boy who had decided to become closer friends with Mike at the party. "Then it will be a dream that you don't remember, as most dreams are." And so it was, and Edward closed down his dream, returning the boys to where they came from and returning himself to his suburban, west London home. But Edward returned with his powers still intact and with the knowledge that there were other boys, other moments in time that he could dream about. There was one boy in particular..... If you got this far, my thanks to you for your perseverance and I hope I managed to create a little enjoyment for some at least. isukwell@hotmail.co.uk