Date: Fri, 25 May 2007 17:02:12 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: THE DEPA BOYS - 8

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors
access but you knew that anyway.

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL. Any
resemblance to anyone living or dead is PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys but you must realise
if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me
coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them.

Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to
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THE DEPA BOYS



8 - THE WEYBRIDGE BOYS AGAIN



by



G. Cutter





Dennis

I got caught in mid flow in the last Chapter... our Editor the famous
G. Cutter cocked up and cut me off in midflow, the poor old sod must be
getting getting senile. Anyway, here we go again.

To reset the scene: Our foursome of myself with Mark and Pat with James
were scrunged up on the sofa in the upstairs lounge watching our favourite
French porno, an old Cadinot but one before he went in for the less than
youthful Tunisians he seems to favour nowadays. It seems with the FBI going
international or trying to run the World Wide Web the age eighteen and the
term 'boy' now get translated as mid twenties and mature... sorry about
that but it's one of my private beefs. Thank God for the Krauts and the
Ruskis, at least their eighteens look bloody eighteen and don't mention
young Thais and Japanese, you never know what age they are. That's it rant
over, time for a bit of neck munching. I snuggled upto my little Mark who
was bigger than I was but I was a host, so there.

'Get much closer and you'll be in my knickers,' Mark muttered.

'Great,' I grinned and stroked the back of his smooth neck, he laughed and
pressed back against me. I couldn't wait for bed and I had to sit and watch
this crap for the umpteenth time. Still, we had to amuse the guests as if
providing boy flesh wasn't enough. Both Mark and his little brother were
engossed in the viewing and I glanced across at Pat. He nodded, he knew the
way my mind operated. 'I'm going down for another couple of cans.'

'Wanna hand?'  Mark offered, I should call the little smile that went with
this one a smirk really.

'Yeah,' I clambered to my feel and felt his hand gently grasp my bottom,
cheeky sod he was. 'Come on.'

We went down to the kitchen and as soon as we were in the door we were into
lip mashing and tongue sucking. I love a bit of the old messy and so did
Mark. We pressed together and I could feel his hardness as he could
probably feel mine.

'Gonna fuck you silly tonight,' he threatened.

'Promises, promises,' I grinned and slid down his body to end up on my
knees, he just relaxed and leant back against the kitchen table. It was
easy as he'd put on loose shorts after his time with Pat and I just tugged
down the front allowing his hardness to pop free. Lovely, fully circumcised
like his brother and his juicy knob was bulging, almost throbbing. I licked
across his pee slit tasting his oozy, he was sexed up, he was leaking.
Holding it straight out I raised myself a little and took the warm hardness
into my mouth.

'Aaaaah, Dennis.....' he sighed and ruffled my short hair giving little
prods into my suction. My, my it was nice and fat and really hard, this kid
could pop just like that, I trapped his hairless scrotum at the top and
held his heavy nuts in the palm of my hand. I was going to work on him a
little first. No quickies for this kiddy, he had a lovely cock and I had
the taste, I wanted to really get him going. Might slow him down tonight
when I plundered his solid boyish bottom.

I made a nice slobbery job of it and after a while let his slippery cock
wave in the air and took one fat nut into my mouth and then the other. He
moaned for me to get a move on but I ignored him but relented in the end. I
clasped his firm smoothy buttocks and sucked taking it in right down to my
choke point. He groaned and grunted and grabbing my head seriously began to
fuck my face, That didn't last, he gave a whine and held me steady as his
cock seemed to swell and then the delicious spurts of his hot juice. OK, so
it wasn't a super cum but he had been looking after Pat and it was enough.
I swallowed his slimy cum and squeezed the last drop from his little slit
and got to my feet.

'Nice one, Den' he grinned red faced and kissed me long and hard. 'I'll pay
you back later.'

'You will,' I agreed and we went back upto join the others. Shock, horror,
Pat had James spread out on the sofa with his shorts around his ankles and
was sucking away whilst the film progressed. We didn't take too much
notice... really. I watched the pair on the sofa and Mark alternated his
viewing between them and the television. All pervy decadent and corrupt but
we're nearly Europeans anyway.

We only took two cans up and shared tham as none of us were really keen on
drinking, it was just an excuse to act a bit soppy and we did. We all
finished up on the floor in front of the idiot box in a general grope fest
until the bloody thing finished.

'We're going to bed,' Pat spoke and looked at Mark and myself. 'OK?'

'Yeah, we might have a goodnight swim.' I thought for a moment James was
going to go for it but he was clearly under Pat's sway, he meekly tagged
along with my blonde mate leaving us to it.

The shutters were down in the pool area in our normal nightly lockdown
routine but the water was warm and the night lighting made it all a bit
exotic, a nice end to the evening, all in all a good place to
relax. Unfortunately for Mark I wasn't in the mood to relax as soon as we'd
had a splash around and a grope my usual stiffy was waving around begging
attention and as a good guest Mark was only too happy to look after it.

'I can't get used to the shaved pubes thing,' he murmured idly stirring at
my half hard as I lay alongside him in the dim lighting.

'Yes, you can,' I concentrated and flexed my belly, my penis began to fill
out and he bent over to kiss it and then ran his dry lips over it which
naturally enough made it harden more. 'Come on,' I whispered.

'I thought you were after a bit of the other,' he smiled sluttishly and
grasped me in his hand wanking me a bit until it was firm and my foreskin
had gone into full retreat. He gave me another of his sexy looks and
slipped his lips over the end and started to bob his head up and down on
me.

'We'll go to bed after this?' I asked hopefully.

'Why not?' He grinned and reaching under me clasped my bottom and pulled me
in tightly sucking and slobbering at my meat as I gently fucked into his
mouth. I didn't really want this as I didn't want to cum but we had all
night so what the hell... why not.

Did I say he did a nice blow, well, if I haven't someone must have along
the way. He sucked like a good little hoover, Jeez, hoover? He was a bloody
Dyson. I tried to keep control of my juices but once he shoved a finger up
my hole I was lost, I moaned and wriggled about on that inflatable thing
and let it all go. He laughed as I shot into his mouth and swallowed my
mess probably well pleased that he'd more or less drained me before
bedtime. Still, I was young I had good powers of recovery as he would
discover a little later.

'Nice one,' he observed grinning up my belly still moving a finger inside
me. 'Tight as a chipmunk's derriere.'

'You have a way with words,' I smiled tiredly. 'Ready for bed?'

'Ready to sleep,' he smiled. I knew what he'd done, exactly the same as in
the kitchen, we'd each drained each other trying to gain time. I suppose
self control works as well but at our age self control isn't really the
factor that counts. Constant and endless sex is... and it's more fun. There
is a saying: If you've got it, flaunt it. Of course, the other one is: If
you've got it, squirt it. It's hell being at an age where you seem to spend
most of the day half hard or rockhard, sheer hell... I think. Anyway, we
had a tidy up and trundled off to bed. On the way we paused outside Pat's
door and we could hear the giggles and the little squeals, it seemed James
was having fun. Mark smiled at me and we moved on, we had our own things to
do.

Amazingly enough we sorted the messed up bed out and then slept the sleep
of the dead. I knew our window cleaner would be around quite early but Pat
would look after him, he was the house manager or whatever, Mark and I
could lie in, we were on holiday after all.

I suppose this gets to be familiar but I was awoken by a warm body on my
back and something hot and hard pressing up against my bottom. I opened my
eyes but stayed still, the early morning light was struggling through the
curtains (which needed taking down the cleaners by the way). Going by the
light it was far too early for Peter and too early for Pat and presumably
James to be stirring as well. So, I had time to look after Mark before he
started looking after me, I'll let you work that one out.

Step one a very slow and gentle exploration under the pillow and I found it
on the first grab, one half used tube of KY. Great. I was on my way. Step
two was one of those huffy puffy pretend you're asleep roll overs so that I
was facing my pal, Mark. He was bubbling and breathing in slow regular
puffs of dogbreath and I was pretty confident he was still fast asleep so I
went for step three and this was the hardest.

I slipped from the bed and went for a pee and on my return slipped back in
but behind him this time and now it was my hot hardness pressing up against
his muscular bottom. I cuddled in and he gave a little sigh and mumble. I
froze for a moment but he slept on so I with drew and annointed the prize
pecker, it was time for step four. Once I was well oiled up I snuggled back
in and slowly slipped my aching hardon between his cheeks and he just did a
little wriggle and I felt my knob end at his hole. This was it, I gently
pushed and felt him open up and he slept on as I took his relaxed warmth. I
moved in deeper and deeper and he just mumbled a little and accepted me. He
must have thought I was his little brother as he didn't come to life until
I'd made a couple of moves.

'Bastard rapist,' he muttered and pushed back onto me. That was good
enough, I rolled him onto his belly and parted his legs and stared to
shag. He just clutched the pillow and accepted it as if he was used to
being penetrated for a wake up call. Then again, with a randy little rat
for a brother perhaps he was. Anyway, at the end of the day, he was a nice
fuck and at the end he was pushing up onto me as I rumped his solid little
bottom. Great sex, he wasn't what you'd call a small boy and he worked that
arse of his like he really enjoyed it and perhaps he did. In the end he was
eating the pillow and meeting me thrust for thrust, talk about good sex, it
was the best early morning coupling I'd had for a time and when I came at
last I gave him a good dose of the Dennis juice. I was drained and
knackered as I stirred myself in his squishy hole which is a hell of a way
to start the day.

'Sexpot,' he smiled up at me lazily as he rolled from under and grabbed me.

'Not so bad yourself, Mark,' I looked down at him and saw it in his
eyes. With a struggle I rolled over and allowed him on top facing me, I
pushed his own erection between my legs and clamped on it, he wasn't going
to settle for that but hint, hint. He got it.

He put his arms straight out and started to move his hips up and down as if
he was doing pressups, I clamped my legs tightly, he'd soon tire of this
and he did. After a few minutes he parted my legs and knelt raising my legs
upto my chest. Gawd, he must like funk... his head dropped and his hot
breath was at my pucker and then his slippery tongue was at me lapping and
probing. All pretty disgusting but I liked it, I wriggled and squirmed as
his hot tongue coated me with saliva and I felt the tip push at my back
door but he soon tired of that as well. He was hot and he wanted it, it
being me of course. Moving up the bed I felt his slippery glans push at me
and then the briefest of pains as his mass entered me, opening me up and
filling me with his hot cock. What a way to start the day, I just lay there
and felt myself getting more and more bloated as his thick boy cock speared
into me filling me like a very solid hotdog (without the mustard of
course). 'Yeah, yeah, yeah...' he puffed and panted as he started a regular
in and out finally pressing his sparse pubes against my body. His fuull
length was in me and I squeezed on the hot hardness and closed my eyes as I
held his muscular young body to mine.

Tactile is a lovely word. Skin on skin, flesh and flesh, the sense of
touch... another's body on yours and not only on but in it. We were joined
as one unit by his hot and slippery shaft as it slowly moved in and out of
my boy fanny as I clamped on him and he did what he wanted with me. I
suppose that's all a bit of purple prose meaning that he gave me a good
fucking and I enjoyed it. I mostly prefer to be the top but now and then
there's one who does well and this time it was young Mark, he made love
like he'd had years of practice and maybe he had with his kid brother. God
knows how long they'd been at it but he was good, he'd learnt well and to
my absolute shame, I didn't want him to stop.

'You are so good,' he whispered keeping his movements steady and regular.

'So are you,' I wrapped my legs around him crushing him in and savouring
his hardness seated in my belly. 'Go for it, Mark.'

He grinned and started. Talk about ramtime, he was like a well oiled piston
going into a cylinder or whatever pistons do. In and out, in and out like a
bloody machine and he seemed to be getting harder and bigger all the time
until it was gasp and grunt time. He was on the verge, it was climax time.

In the end came the sweaty climax, I clung to him like a limpet and he
thrust away to a nice climax. I flopped like a deady as I felt his boy
spike inside me throb and jerk. It was over as I felt him slowly move in
and out on his own spunk and then slip free.

It was all over, now sheened with sweat and really stinky we clung together
mumbling sweet nothings and drifted off once more into a limbo of half
sleep but the morning was on us although we lay there lost in our little
world of funk.

We were awoken properly by Patric all tidy and tasty with two mugs of
coffee, just the thing to get you hyped up.

'Where's James?' Mark asked bleary eyed.

'Having a shower, he'll be in, in a minute. Peter's here and I want to get
him started.' He looked down at me. 'I'm gonna sak him if he wants to hang
around when he's done and have a swim and whatnot.'

'The whatnot will interest him no doubt,' I stretched out and yawned. I
felt really manky and my groin was both sticky and crusty, I felt bloody
evil but I wasn't getting out of bed with Patric lurking and he knew this
as he disappeared after a few moments.

'What's this Peter like? Mark asked sitting up a bit to tackle his coffee.

'Bit bigger than you, longer hair...'

'A player?'

'Of course,' I laughed.

'Sounds fun,' he smirked. 'I'd better put little James' collar and lead
on.'

'Bollocks,' James appeared around the door, he'd probably been
eavesdropping but he looked so sweet, nice and squeaky clean almost
polished. He had a damp towel around his waist and he wandered over to the
window and looked out. 'I can't see him.'

'He does the frontage first,' I told him and gave him a little come on
look. You never knew your luck but he was playing safe, he kept well out of
our way. 'Is Pat doing any breakfast.'

'He's doing Frosties and toast if that's breakfast,' he grinned and rubbed
his slightly protuding belly. 'Every time I go in the kitchen he starts
groping me.'

'Wanna put some clothes on instead of walking around like a bloody Lolita,'
his brother snapped.

'No, I don't,' James pouted and hopped on the bed between us. Mark gave up
and rolled onto his belly burying his face in the pillow but I didn't I
clasped the boy's warm body and sunk my lips onto his. With a bit of a
struggle I got him into the bed and between Mark and myself and he
immediately went down onto the reluctant Mark pressing his warm bottom
against my hip. I couldn't resist I wormed my hardon between his soft
cheeks and fucked up under his soft thighs and under his scrotum and he
clamped on me making gobbling groans as he serviced his brother and let me
play. I withdrew a little and probably gave a bit of a sigh, Mark now on
his back looked at me and grinned wearily without speaking he handed me the
lube. This was like some sort of mime, I smeared sone of the lube between
James' cheeks, fingered his hole and he shoved his sweet bum back onto me
as I fed my meat between his cheeks and slowly pushed into his heat.

					..............................................................................

James

'Aaaaaah...' I groaned and nearly bit brother Mark's swollen cock. It never
gets any easier but I was well relaxed after a day and a night's sex. I was
really getting to like someone in me and now dishy Dennis was doing his
duty. His fat dark skinned cock ploughed in and away he went, I
concentrated on Mark and he was now getting with it holding my head and
fucking upwards as my lips slid up and down his fat root. I was in for a
double wammy and I could then have another dump and another bath, I'd have
to be the cleanest little slut in Sussex.

Dennis hammered away and Mark face fucked me until wriggling and moaning I
got a good mouthful from Mark, a nice tasting of his creamy bro cum and
then I felt Dennis let go with a nice gush of his boy spunk up into my
bottom. I just lay my head on Mark's taut belly and squeezed him dry as
Dennis slowed and finally stopped.

'Slut,' Mark muttered fondly and ruffled my hair as I felt Dennis slip
free.

'Your slut,' I slipped up the bed and we traded kisses as Dennis crawled up
my back and munched away at the back of my neck.

'Come on you load of pervs,' Patric stood looking exasperated at the
door. 'I'm trying to do you lot some breakfast.'

'Alright, alright,' Dennis was the first to move and I just rolled over
like a dog with a bone.

'Pete the window cleaner has started around the front,' Patric informed us.

'Hey,' Mark suddenly came to life. 'We'll go and have a oggle.'

'Make sure that's all you do,' Patric scowled. 'He needs to get them done
this time, 'Dennis raped him halfway through last time.'

'The other way around, Sugar Pants,' Dennis laughed. 'And you got a slice
of the action so don't get all uppity.'

That was it. We all got ourselves sorted out and invaded the kitchen. I had
eaten but I was quite happy accepting a couple of boiled eggs, it was nice
to know that Patric could cook something even if it was only bloody
eggs. His Russians and Ukrainians that he told us about must survive on
Frosties and hen fruit. After we'd eaten Patric and Dennis started on their
chores and mainly stripping beds and getting the stuff into the washer,
Mark decided to let me do the slut bit as he called it and suggested I go
and have a look at this Peter and then give him a report on the much
discussed window cleaner. I found a guy who was obviously Peter around the
side of the house and he was looking hot and bothered already as the sum
had started to thrash down again. he was a cracker and I felt the old
sphincter give a twinge, this was another dick for the collection I could
see that by the way he looked at me.

'Hi, you gotta be Mark or James,' he greeted me. 'Pat briefed me.'

'Full briefing,' I grinned trying to look seductive.

'Very full,' he laughed and climbed his short ladder. Jeez, he was quick
but I suppose if he did it for a living he would be. A quick squeegee, a
quick wipe and onto the next one. Gotta be money for jam.

'You staying when you've done?'

'Yeah, I usually get invited to use the pool.'

'Great, wanna hand?'

'You can tend me, it speeds things up.'

'OK.' I didn't know what he meant but what he was after was someone to hand
things up and freshen up his water, easy peasy and it gave me the
opportunity to admire his body. He wasn't wearing a shirt and he had these
cut down jeans on displaying a nice pair of blonde hairy legs but not too
hairy, more fuzzy. His torso was really tasty all the abs, pecs and the
rest of it, he had a belly like a washboard, beautiful six pack and I
nearly got dribbly about this muscular looking youth servicing the ol'
honeypot. I bet he was a goer and a half, at least he came highly
recommended. Dennis said he had the full size six incher and knew how to
use it so my evil plan was to get in first before Mark came busting in.

We got on like a house on fire and I went into the kitchen at one stage and
grabbed some chilled Pepsis, I could hear the hoover on the go and Mark's
voice upstairs so he must have been helping the two housekeepers, nice one.

'Only got three around the other side to finish,' Peter informed me and we
tromped around their with our gear and our drinks. The far side was a lot
cooler as it was shaded so we sat on the grass and supped our drinks.

'You known 'em long?' I was making conversation.

'Some time now,' he replied. 'We had a ball when their mates from London
were down here, Loren, Florian and a bloody great mob of 'em.'

'I heard about it last night,' I informed him. 'We just live down the road
from them in North London, we met them in Cyprus.'

'Yeah, I know. I've heard all about you,' he grinned and trailed his finger
up my leg. 'You're much nicer than they said,' he leant up on one elbow and
moved in closer, I think the window cleaning was on hold. We were in the
shade but we were sheltered by the tall leylandii and this Peter person was
looking quite bulky in his shorts. I think he wanted a bit of light relief.

'Nice to get compliments,' I sighed and stretched out closing my eyes.

'Yeah,' his voice dropped and I felt him move and then his warm lips on my
belly. 'Gawd, I'm so randy,' he sighed. 'I haven't had any for over a
week.'

I giggled, I didn't ask him what 'any' was I knew. 'Juicy are you?' I
whispered.

'Very,' he whispered and I felt his warm breath on my face and then his
lips drifted across mine. I opened up and then his lips crushed against
mine and his tongue snaked into my open mouth. Yummy,' I wriggled around as
he kissed and explored my mouth with his tongue and I felt his hands fumble
at my shorts and then the slightest of breezes touched my skin. 'Nice,' he
whispered and he crouched up and started to remove my skimpy clothing. This
youth man was hot and he was needy, no way was I going to say no. He could
do what he liked with me and it looked like he was about to do just
that. he stripped me all the way kissing every inch of my smoothy skin he
could find and I found myself in a crouch doggified and then his hot mouth
was in between my cheeks slobbering and lapping at my ring. Jeez, this kid
didn't mess around. Stiped, posed and lubed in five minutes flat. I pushed
back onto his rimming as he slurped and I saw through my aroused sexual
haze that he had dropped his shorts and his big six incher was waving in
the breeze. He was ready for action and yet again he wasted no time. He
moved in behind me and I felt his precuming glans slide between my cheeks
and nudge up against my well used hole. One sweet kiss on the back of the
neck and his iron hard meat speared into my well used bum in one slow
thrust. God, it was bigger than the others but it was nice, a man sized
cock and he started to fuck as soon as he had an inch or so in me.

I dropped my head onto my forearms and crouched there with my arse in the
air as he held my hips and fucked me with a nice a regular rocking motion
holding me and pulling me onto his thrusts. It was nice one and he also
reached under me and started to wank away at my still sore noodle but I
wasn't fussed about that, I was enjoying the regular pumping and now the
sweaty slaps as he fucked faster and harder, he was a young man with a
mission and that was to get his rocks off as soon as he could and then
hopefully go for seconds. I would think Mark was earmarked for that but I
didn't care, I'd got in first.

Suddenly a change of pace, he wrapped his arms around me and we went down
sideways onto the grass where he kept up a slower shagging but was running
his hands up and down and over my chest and belly and I could feel him
getting harder. I swear it, it felt like a warm steel bar inside me and
suddenly he was going faster again and he spunked. I was caught by surprise
as he held me tightly with his cock rammed deep into my body and I felt
this huge cum squirt in a pumping and throbbing that left me giddy. I could
feel his damn slime outside even squishy between us as he slowly
moved. Super cum plus... God knows how long he'd been saving it but I had
it all and as he kissed and slobbered at my neck I slowly and carefully
pulled off him in an oozing of spilt cum.

'Christ, I needed that,' he fell on his back panting and gazing at the sky.

'Glad to help out,' I laughed and rushed off. I might be back later but for
now I needed a throne to perch on. That youth was a cum machine and a bit
of a rough fuck, I needed time to heal.

					..........................................................................................

Mark

I'd just phoned dad and got permission to spend the day over here and the
night if we were inivited, the kicker on that one was that I had to make a
further phone call later on in the day but, hey, no probs.

I and presumably James had done the musical chairs routine for an afternoon
and a night... should call it musical shags really but you know what I
mean. I was at present helping Den and Pat give the place a blitz. This
sort of stuff was above my kid bro James he'd either found a corner and was
having a snooze or more likely had sought out the window cleaner and camped
his way into a shag. That kid was one total slut, believe me. I didn't make
too much of it but he much preferred to let someone else do the hard work
which is a polite way of saying that he'd rather lay on his belly and think
of Queen, Country and the High Seas Fleet that expend the effort being the
top. That was a kind way of saying that I thought he was more bitch than
butch although all the books and gathered knowledge indicate he still had
time to make his mind up. It suited me, I never went short at home and with
his pulling power I rarely went short elsewhere although I was capable of
swagging a boy myself. I don't count Florian, Loren, Patric or sweet
Dennis, they were bedmates waiting to be bedded, easy as that.

'So what's this guy like?' I flopped into an armchair in the top lounge,
the last room on their schedule.

'Not a guy really,' Pat laughed. 'He's seventeen now... I think. Senior
teeny, youth I suppose the technical word is.'

'Nice?'

'Yummy,' Dennis giggled. 'Big and bit of a yid.'

'Jewish?' I was a bit surprised at Den's crudity. I wasn't too happy about
that sort of thing but I wasn't going to start a war as no one's perfect.

'No, you dummy, like you and Jamie,' Dennis laughed back. 'He's circumcised
I mean. Nice big knob with no hoody.'

'Ah, gotcha,' I smiled relieved, I'd thought Dennis was a budding Hitler
Youth then again he was a bit too swarthy and Romany looking to be into
racial purity plus he hopped into be with anything this side of a Yeti.

'Blonde, got a big hooter but that goes with his feet and dick,' Dennis
pressed on.

'Goes with your mouth,' Patric hushed him. 'Keep it going and the he'll
hear you.... decorum my son,'

'Loves his big words,' Dennis grinned but I noted that his voice dropped. I
liked Dennis, liked him a lot but his mouth did run away with him at times,
a bit like my Jamie I suppose. Come to think of it, where was that little
twit, I hoped the pixies hadn't kidnapped him then again maybe not.

'We gonna swim, we gonna catch up with Pete?' Dennis looked at Patric
awaiting a lead.

'Yeah, shower down the pool and then... chill out,' Patric waved his
feather duster like a Fairy Godmum. He looked at me and obviously came to a
decision, you and your bro get to know Peter better, Dennis and I might do
a diplomatic disappearance for a couple of hours.'

'Where is your other half by the way?' Dennis looked at me curiously.

'Gawd knows,' I shrugged and that was the end of that. We stashed up the
cleaning gear and probably all feeling quite pleased with ourselves trooped
down to the pool and shared the big shower down there. Still no sign of
Jamie but I put him on my mental backburner, he was quite capable of
looking after himself and he wouldn't have strayed too far.

I was in the water and they were flopped out in the shade when Peter, the
window cleaner made his entrance. He was a dish big time, he was so bloody
yummy, I sprung an instant stiffy when he dropped his shorts displaying a
large meaty circumcised dangler and an arse to die for. With a bum like
that he could crack walnuts.. perfecto. He had a swift shower to get rid of
his sweat and funk and promptly dived in alongside me and swum around for a
bit.

'Hi hi, Mark,' he splashed over to me and gave me a quick once over like I
was meat on a rack. 'Me Peter,' he tapped his chest.

'Me Geronimo,' I duckled under the water and grabbed his legs and that was
it, we were off. Got he was a randy sod, I had trouble fighting him off but
he soon found out I was no pushover as we wrestled and fought watched by
Dennis and Patric who were oggling the combat... still no sign of Jamie
though.

'Oi, big dick,' I spluttered.

'Ain't too bad yourself,' Peter grinned.

'Seen my brother, a little kid...'

'Yeah,' Peter cut in with a laugh. 'Does a good impression of a doggy?'

'Sounds like him,' I admitted. Jamie had made contact and that explained
his absence, he'd been shagged to exhaustion, he was sleeping somewhere
which meant that I had the muscular sweety Peter to myself but he was about
to learn I wasn't a pushover like my kid brother.

Peter pulled himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool, it
was a familiar situation I waded across and grabbed his ankles upending him
onto his back getting a flash of his pucker as he went over but he was soon
back up and his penis was lengthening and filling out. It was at that
moment that Patric and dennis decided to leave us to it.

'Catch you in a couple of hours,' Patric spoke over his shoulder.

'Keep an eye out for Jamie,' I called.

'We'll look after him, Dennis came back with a grin. 'Use a room if you
want a snooze.' That was it they were on their way and I had the delicious
Peter to play with. I pushed in again and leant my arms on his thighs
examining his weapon which was now at full stretch laying out to the side.

'Nice one,' I said. I know, a bit naff but you have to say that sort of
thing, a compliment pays dividends or so I'm told.

'Not too bad yourself, Mark,' Peter sighed as my head dropped and I nuzzled
at his scrotum. He had a few fair hairs but most of them were above his
dick on his lower belly, he had hair on his legs and a misting on his
forearms but he wasn't what I'd call a real hairy of course I was used to
Patric and Dennis and they were still going through the electric razor
bit. Bald as badgers around the groin but that had something to do with
their weird landlord. I expect he felt it made them look more boyish, I
thought it was pretty cool myself. Anyway, back to Peter, he was trying to
guide my head onto his stiffy now at full stretch but I was in a wind up
mood, let him wait. He'd pigged out on little brother now he had the big
brother on his case.

I finally grasped his warm meat and guided it down to my mouth and made a
big deal of licking and lapping at his swollen gans until he started to
moan and groan and then I slowly took it into my mouth tasting the
thickness of his meat and the smoothness of his skin. I wasn't used to
circumcised dickies but it was nice and he certainly seemed happy, he was
sitting right on the edge of the pool prodding into my mouth as I half
stood and half floated beneath him.

'Come up, I'll do you,' he slipped free and crawled over to the inflatable
and lay out on it as if offering himself. I couldn't say no, it wouldn't
have been polite. I got from the pool shedding water and lay down alongside
him and took a similar pose on the next lilo after pushing it in
closer. Got to tell you about these inflatable thingies, they are a right
pain but better than laying on a hard tiled floor.

I lay alongside him and just to confuse me he immediately crouched over me
and grasping my own hardon went into a sixty niner ducking to allow me to
grasp and then mouth him. We went on merrily for a bit until I started to
stroke his back and he told me it was sore, too much sun he claimed and as
he was so fair skinned I accepted that.

'Pity there isn't any sun oil around,' he muttered taking little licks at
the end of my cock and then sliding his mouth over it.

'Some just there.'

'Ah, good.' He saw the tubes and suddenly got up grabbing the two half
empty bottles. 'You can do my back.' Yeah... right.

'Alright,' I got up as well and dragged one of the other things over, the
foam rubber mattress, at least you didn't bounce all over the place when
you used these and I was going to use it. I'd seen my chance and I was
going for it, I expect peter had set it up anyway as he floped out belly
down on this thing and virtually dared me to do my worst, he opened his
legs and looked over his shoulder with a grin.

'Do your worst.' Well, if that wasn't an invitation I didn't know what
was. His back was alright, he had a nice golden brown tan with absolutely
no sign of burning but if he wanted to play a game then so be it, I loved
games. I squirted a long white streamer of the stuff from his neck to his
tailbone and he flinched but then relaxed. 'Smells nice.'

'It does,' I agreed rubbing the stuff in across his strong shoulders, he
looked like he did weights but I didn't give a toss it was his firmly
muscled bottom that fascinated me. I rubbed and rubbed, a caress combined
with a massage I suppose but I worked my way down to his trim waist and
then onto the target. One final dollop of the gunk right on his tailbone
and then those squeezy orbs were under my hands as I stroked managing to
feed oil into his crack. He opened his legs slightly and I knew he wanted
it.

'Open up,' I croaked lightly ruunning my finger the length of his crack. It
was becoming automatic, he opened his legs wide and I slipped in and knelt
still massaging his cheeks but now delving deeper and deeper until I felt
the smoothness and the yield of his pucker.

'Aaah,' he groaned but just wriggled himself more comfortable as I took a
tentative prod and felt my finger sink into his tight hole. In and out, in
and out, I moved my finger to and fro feeling his sphincter relax and
finally felt him spasm as I found his prostate and rubbed my finger against
it harder and harder. He must have been as stiff as a poker by now as I
certainly was and as I withdrew my finger I replaced it with my jerking
cock.

'Yesssss,' he hissed as I pushed slowly and gently into his encompassing
heat. 'Good boy,' he groaned and pushed up as I pushed down absorbing me in
one smooth movement.

'Jeeez,' Peter,' I lay trapped in his heat and tightness kissing his neck
and slowly stirring my stiffy in his gut. This was an almost man and I
savoured his size and his strength as I moved in and out of his firm
bottom, he was great and I was in love... again.

He was a fantastic fuck. He was big against me at least but he was so
tight, he must do fanny exercises, it felt like I had a clenched fist
around my dick as I hammered in and out. He liked it a bit rough as well,
he urged me on grunting at me to go harder and deeper and I tried. The
sweat was flying off me at the end and he was still pushing up hard. I was
a bit afraid he was going to give me a hernia but I was saved by the
familiar tickle and burn as I felt a goodly load shoot up my shaft deep
into his body. Not too bad considering what I'd been upto over the last
twenty four hours. I felt quite pleased with myself as I glued my sweaty
belly to his sweaty back and felt myself soften in his well lubricated
tunnel.

'You did well, little one,' He grinned over his shoulder and submitted to a
kiss.

'I'm not that little,' I gave a final dig and slid free leaving my tacky
and slippery noodly between his clamped cheeks.

'True,' he laughed and rolled, he then slipped off me and we lay belly to
belly his iron hard cock pressing against my softy. He moved slowly wanking
his erection between our bellies and we kissed, we tongued, we stroked each
other and I finally opened my legs.

'You done the biz with James?' I looked up at him as he knelt upright
between my legs with his six inches of man/boy meat reached out rigidly
with it's head glaming with an oooze of precum which he smeared around.

'I thought I'd told you, I a little darling this morning and it was James
or a sexy trespasser,' he grinned and reached for the oil.

'Yeah, I remember, in fact I remembered his doggy remark. 'Try us later, we
do a good double act.'

'You're on,' he laughed and putting his hands under my thighs lifted my
legs and folding them back to my chest parted them exposing my pucker
tightly stretched and at his mercy. 'Nice,' he sighed and I felt the first
touch of an oiled finger. I just hoped he didn't fuck as rough as he liked
it, I was into the gentle stuff but I needn't have feared he treated me as
if I was a chunk of porcelain. Slow and gentle and when he finally took me
I clasped the towel and closed my eyes. God, he had a fat cock and I could
feel it warm me but at the same time stretch my ring to the edge of pain
but then it was OK. Once he was in it felt like a huge sausage sliding in
and out and I wondered how much squealing James did. Knowing James, bugger
all and if he could handle it then so could I. He fucked slowly but made
sure every thrust squashed his pubics against me, he was determined to root
out at every hit and did well, I felt my teeth rattle as he lead upto a
rampaging climax. He lost it in the end as many do and shagged me savagely
until I felt his cock jerk and spew what seemed to be gallons of warm and
tacky spunk into my body. Considering he'd done James only a couple of
hours previously he did exceptionally well and he kept going even when he'd
cum until he gradually began to soften.

'Phew,' I wiped my forehead as he slipped free. 'Now I feel shagged,' I
gave him a big smile.

'What about we have a shower and grab one of the bedrooms, have a nice lie
down in the cool?'

'Sounds a good idea.' I tottered to my feet. I didn't think James and
myself were going to be spending too much time in that tent down by the
parent's caravan. In fact, I don't think we were going to be seeing too
much of then at all for the rest of the holiday. As that Lorenzo would
say... 'Wowsie wow!'


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