Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2009 04:09:59 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: THE DOCTORS RUMPUS ROOM - 6

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
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THE DOCTORS RUMPUS ROOM



6 - Full Circle




by



G. Cutter



Tom telling the tale again. The weekend had been a crux, a nub or whatever,
I now had one firm boyfriend Peter Knox and basically Rob and Paul were our
dominators. Jeez, they sound like a pair of lesbians but the unspoken
agrement was that they were quite happy hosting us but we had dues to
pay. OK, all dirty and nasty but neither Peter nor I minded, it wasn't as
if they were raincoat wearing fourty year olds lurking around the local
school. They'd all headed for the hills.

Kevin was a turn up for the books, the fact that he'd gone down so easy was
nothing short of miraculous, the further fact that he seemed to get a hell
of a buzz out of what he did was even more of miracle. After the first
rough ride the second we all had was much better, a lot more smooching and
once we got Kevin used to being plated or rimmed he was a convert.

He briefly met Rob and Paul as they came in from the pub and after mumbling
a good night did a runner and that was the end of him.

'Any good?' Rob laughed as Kevin waddled down the path like a bandy duck.

'Excellent.' I grinned.

'Good, we have a plan.' Paul laughed giving Rob a knowing look.

'Yeah,' I looked suspiciously as Rob wandered away and returned with
drinks. 'What sort of plan.'

'I have a vehicle, a Transit Van being delivered Wednesday and I thought
we'd have a day out.' He sat down with his drink and looked at Paul as if
for confirmation. 'Paul knows some guys down in Wandsworth who will lend us
a digital movie camera. I thought of having a day out, take in some skinny
dipping and get some dick shots.'

'No sex?' Peter smirked.

'Only if it arises and only if it's safe.'

'We need four to make it worthwhile,' Paul also sat. 'A day out, food and
drinkies plus a tenner for the wet speedos and cockshots.'

'Mmm...' I looked at Peter. Four was a problem but there was always Kevin,
he wouldn't turn down a tenner for flashing his bits that was for sure.

'I know one.'

'The little darling who just ran out of the door?' Rob laughed. 'He's quite
sweet apart from the eighties haircut.'

'Yeah, he said he's getting it all off tomorrow, a Skinhead Number One.'

'Whats that?' Rob asked.

'Down to the bone.'

'Drag him in here, I can do that I've got the kit and chop offs are
easy. He can save his fiver or whatever.'

'Right.'

We had a quiet night. They told us that they had business on the Tuesday
from lunchtime until around late evening and we would be expected to feed
ourselves. I didn't mind, Peter's sleepovers would be over but he would be
hanging around and if we got Kevin in we might have a bit of fun.

'Monday, you have to make a start on that garden at your place,' Rob tried
to look stern. 'Your dad's instructions.'

'You can give me a hand, Pete,' I grabbed his arm. 'And we can swag Kev.'

'Whatever,' Peter shrugged. Shortly after that we bedded down. 'It's all
happening,' Peter flopped out onto the bed. 'I wonder what they get upto
when they drift off... mind you we could ask them.'

'I reckon they do porn.'

'Could be... how's about us doing some porn?' That was it, another night of
passion, I couldn't get enough of Peter's body and from the way he licked
and munched I reckon he felt the same.

I was a bit worried Sunday as Kevin kept well out of the way, I had visions
of him having a bleeding back end, suffering a cross examination from his
rather dragonlike mother and then the blue lights arriving on the
doorstep. I've got to admit I was a bit relieved when he cyled past the
house a couple of times accompanied by a dusky chum and finally parked
up. On Rob's prompting I went and invited them into the back garden rather
that chatter on the doorstep and Kevin seemed to have got over his shyness
of the previous night. The other kid was called Kassim of all things and
was from one of the Gulf States, however his family weren't one of the rich
ones, his dad was a chauffeur at an Embassy. He was quite beautiful as some
Arabs are and most aren't, long thin nose, dark brown eyes and black hair
naturally enough and with it all, a ready smile. That made him alright in
my eyes, I like a giggler or someone with a sense of fun. I thought he'd be
stuckup but he wasn't and spoke perfect English, better than we boys, put
it that way. I idly wondered what he'd look like in those gauzy trousers
you see in the Ali Baba films. Mind you, he looked pretty good in his baggy
shorts.

Being Sunday church reared it's ugly head and he surprised me by saying
that his mother dragged him and his younger brother and sister as regular
as clockwork.

'So, you're not a mad Mullah,' Paul remarked rather tactlessly.

'I wouldn't go to your church if I was,' Kassim grinned. 'Unless I wanted
to blow you lot up.'

'Now, now,' Rob played the pacifier as usual.

I jerked my head at Kevin to get him outside, Kassim and Peter seemed quite
content with the crap on the TV. 'Kev, the lads are offering a tenner for a
day out on Wednesday. Skinny dipping, with some speedo and willy shots.'

'Yeah?' He smirked.

'And a tenner plus food and drink supplied.'

'Gotta be dead private, I don't want strangers seeing me naked. I'd fuckin'
well die.' Kevin scowled and then grinned. 'But I'm game.'

'He needs four... what about your mate.'

'Oh, I dunno,' Kevin frowned. 'We've had a giggle and play around but never
anything serious.'

'How far did the playing around go?'

'To wankies but we never got naked like yesterday.'

'Just mention it to him, tell him you'll be out of town Wednesday and do
some broad hints... see how he reacts.'

'I'll give it a go.'

'And come around about ten, Rob'll do your hair and you can pocket the
money.'

'Great, I hope he'd got clippers.'

'Or a fuckin' blowtorch,' I grinned.

We went back in and Kevin and Kassim disappeared. Sunday was routine, after
lunch we indulged in a foursome, Paul and myself in my room and Rob and
Peter in the other and later a swop over. Great fun and by now pretty
routine. We looked at our film again later on in the evening and did a
critical appraisal which meant we chatted about how better it could have
been. I suggested next time we should let Paul and Kevin have a go, Paul
was fair and Kevin was dark and much smaller it would be a hoot. Rob said
he'd think about it but the seed was planted, I think they both wanted
inside Kevin's knickers and Kassim was raising a bit of interest as well.

On the Monday which was the day I was going to attack my garden both Kevin
and Kassim rolled up and we went over and had a couple of hours work. The
lads were working on someone's car as they had this 'job' on Tuesday,
another mystery job. We were told to come back for one o'clock for
something to eat, drink and to do the sheep shearing on Kevin. Nothing like
a spectator sport to pass a sunny afternoon and I think by the time the
sweaty morning was over Kevin would be happy to see the back of his
mop. Kassim was a lot more forthcoming and Kevin whispered that he'd had a
'session' with his pal Sunday evening although he didn't quite say what the
session involved. Certainly not fucking I would have imagined. I'm pretty
sure Kevin would go all the way with the Arab boy but I guessed he was
taking his time, a sweaty fuck is not a thing to jump into unless your name
is Paul or Rob for or that matter, me, (Peter told me to stick myself in
there). Dontcha hate people sitting on your shoulder when you're trying to
write a masterpiece.

Anyway, my garden looked a damn sight better by the time we four trooped
back to the house. Dusty, dirty and generally worn out... young teens and
work don't mix, unless it's something not too energentic like mucking
around in front of a camera. As soon as we got in we were banished to the
bathroom. Jeez, Rob was worse than my dad but I suppose he was right plus
four of us in one bathroom was a giggle. It would have taken off there and
then but Kevin was a bag of nerves and I reckoned he and Kassim were on the
verge of you know what. I took Peter aside and told him we needed to help
out without being too pushy which was like waving a red rag at a
bull. Peter promptly started cock grabbing which opened Kassim's eyes a
little especially when it became blatantly obvious that poor Kevin
responded to Peter's mauling. In the end we trooped down for something to
eat before the show.

'You can push a hoover around in here and have a good clean up tomorrow,'
Rob spoke to me as we ate. 'We'll be gone from around eleven and back
around ten in the evening.'

'You got it,' I looked at Peter and winked. I also gave Kevin a crafty
look... if he was going to make a move on Kassim tomorrow was his chance.

They'd put a chair out on the patio to save the mess and Kevin perched
uncomfortably with us all stood around like it was a public execution. I
must say it was pretty quick and the sheep shearing simile comes to mind
again. Buzz, buzz, buzz and it was all laying on the floor. Poor Kevin
looked like one of the Bash Street kids in the Beano, mind you it made him
look like a twelve year old and I think Rob thought so too the way he kept
pissing around trimming here and trimming there but at last it was all off.

'We should do your pubes as well,' Paul had to chip in. 'You'd look
brilliant all wet with clinging knickers on Wednesday.'

I glanced across at Kassim and our Arab lad was showing the first signs. He
was gone lumpy pants (as opposed to pointy pants) and the haircut had done
it.

'Yeah, go on,' I joined in. 'Go kiddy.'

'Whatcha reckon, Kass?' Kevin had gone as red as a tomato in spite of his
darkness.

'Yeah, I reckon you'd look sexy.' Now, that was bold coming from Kassim.

'OK, go inside and drop the shorts,' Rob ordered.

'What in front of everyone?'

'It wouldn't be the first time,' Peter grinned bringing a sharp look from
Kassim.

'Alright,' Kevin sighed like some sort of a matyr but I knew he was a bit
of an exhibitionist, anyway, he was playing a game with Kassim and this
could lead to better things. 'I suppose we're all pretty nudey on Wednesday
anyway.'

'You can play the small boy with the hooligans... they all jump on you and
use and abuse...'

'Shurrup...' Kevin giggled and walked into the lounge very closely followed
by Kassim. The ceremonial dropping of the shorts took some time but at last
we got Kevin standing there naked with his fat cock filled out without
being totally hard. He really was sweet and I couldn't understand why
Kassim just didn't leap on him and rape him especially when he turned to
display his beautiful bubble butt.

'Gawd,' I could fancy you myself,' I moaned putting it on a bit.

'Get in the queue, Tom Tom,' Kevin laughed as the razor started to buzz.

The black haired pubic nest was gone in an instant but that instant lasted
long enough for Kevin to sprout one in Rob's hands. Rob made matters worse
by fondling and stroking Kevin until his meaty cock sprung our in the
'poised' position. 'Nice one,' Rob remarked looking at Kassim. 'You lot had
better go upstairs and have a play.'

Well, Kassim looked shocked, I laughed, Peter grinned and Kevin looked
wanton or is that wanting. 'Come on Kass,' I grabbed the Arab boy's elbow
and guided him from the room followed by Peter and Kevin who hurriedly
tugged his shorts on but not before Paul also took a feel of his meat. That
kid was popular and about to get more so.

We went upto our room, my room that is and Kevin sat on the bed but Peter
and I hooked his feet up and lay him out in the centre. Kassim stood by
looking nervously as we tugged the grinning Kevin's shorts down exposing
him in all his hairless glory. He was happy, I suppose his brain had
switched off and he was thinking it was out of his hands now. He made
feeble attemnpts to fight us off but his heart wasn't in it. He wanted
Kassim to join in and Peter and I were just a means to an end.

'Come on, Kasim. Feel this,' I held Kevin's member upright and squeezed a
drop of clear fluid from the tip. 'He's horny.'

'He's always horny,' Kassim actually smiled at long last.

'Take your shorts off,' Peter smiled and led by example. I was pleased to
see that Peter was just as hard as I was and lay up the bed alongside Kevin
and started to kiss him and play with his tits. He'd recoved the lube from
somewhere and rubbed it into Kev's breasts and belly. Kassim suddenly shed
his shorts and we had a brief glimpse of his big meaty cock in his tightie
whities before he ripped them off and stood there fully erect and very
obviously with a full head of steam.

'Come here on the bed,' I croaked from down by Kev's feet and as he
gingerly sat on the bed I reached out and grasped his hot and very stiff
penis. I'd have loved it but the plan was to get Kevin shagged. 'Get
between Kevin's legs.' I ordered and Kassim did just that. He had to know
what was going on, he wasn't a complete dummy and Kevin just laying there
like a sacrificial virgin gave the game away somewhat. Peter was still on
Kev's chest and belly and kissing him, I concentrated on Kev's throbbing
cock but also on Kassim's equally hard member.

'Ready, Kev?' Peter whispered and moved around so that he straddled Kevin's
head with his knees.

'Yeah,' Kevin mumbled.

'Ready, Kassim?'

'I dunno,' he allowed himself to be hauled up into a kneeling position as
Kevin raised his legs which were promptly captured by Peter who almost bent
him double exposing his dark brown pucker on all it's glory.

'You're ready...' I guided him down and rubbed his cock across Kevin's
pucker. I was doing everything apart from shag for him. He had to get the
message and he did. He held Kev's hips and as I held him steady he pushed
and watched with mingled pleasure and surprise as his dark red glans just
sank into Kevin'g gaping pucker. Kevin tried to cry out but Peter's cock
was in his mouth and I was behind Kassim pressing against him guiding him
on his way as he slowly moved in Kevin sinking deeper and deeper. Peter let
go of Kevin's legs which came down and wrapped around Kassim's slender
waist. Part One was complete and as I smeared lube on my cock I prepared
for Part Two.

One swift push was all it took, Kassim was totally unprepared as I pushed
into his soft bottom, in fact, I pushed him onto Kevin and I think he gave
up. He wanted Kevin and he had him, I think me inside his bum was just a
minor inconvenience and I knew that Kevin would want to visit before the
afternoon was out. We did our threeway with Kev having the bonus of Peter's
cock slipping in and out of his mouth but he had his prize. Kassim's thick
brown cock soon started to move in and out quite easily and Kassin bent
into kiss and even take the odd lick at Peter's cock. Cool combo... very
nice and we had all the time in the world to take Kassim on further
adventures.

I gently and slowly slipped free fron Kassim's tight bottom and grabbed
Peter to do our own thing. Kassim had now sampled cock or had tasted it and
should have no objection to allowing Kevin his share. Peter and I watched
the pair in action until Kassim gave a long groan and we saw him slap into
Kevin and his buttocks clenched as he climaxed.

'My God,' he lay on Kevin and the boy's legs came down and they
kissed. Very romantic and Peter and I tried to look as if we weren't
watching, pretty difficult from around three feet away I can tell you. The
boys were operating like clockwork, Kassim allowed himself to be laid on
his belly and have a pillow slipped under his middle and randy Kevin was
inside him in a flash. I suppose it was made easier by the fact I'd been
there and he already had a coating of interior lube. Kevin hammered away
and Kassim seemed to take it well, in fact he was shoving his brown bottom
upto meet Kevin's thrusts until the climax. After that it was the lovey
dovey bit, it was all over.

'Mixed doubles tomorrow?' Peter looked at Kevin willing the boy to share
his well rigged Arab pal.

'How's that work?' Kevin looked at us.

'That's pretty obvious,' Kassim laughed. 'I don't mind if Kevin doesn't
mind.'

'Go with the flow, that's me,' Kevin started to move against Kassim and the
randy pair started again. I lost interest at that stage as Peter was inside
me desperately trying to give me babies.

The condensed version is that he did and as soon as he'd juiced me I
flipped him over and attacked his sweet bottom. All regular, routine and
we'd done it all before but enjoyed it more and more and more as time went
by. I sensed Kassim and Kev were looking at us and they were, they we now
parted and watching avidly as I slid in and out of my lover boy and he lay
there on his tummy pushing his bottom onto my thrusts. They had a thing
about their cum as they were smearing it all over each other and I think
they were working upto seconds but we had stacks of time.

'Whose pairing with whom?' Kevin spoke out.

I'd just cum ionto Peter and stirred myself in his spunk filed bottom. 'Cut
cards for it,' Peter muttered and clamped expelling my messy cock. 'The two
lowest together and two highest tpair up ogether.'

'What happens if two cut the same card?'

'For fuck's sake, Kev,' Peter rolled under me to kiss and have a
snoogle. 'Second guy cuts again and ace is low every time... anything
else?'

'No,' Kevin giggled. 'Kassim cums like a donkey,' he declared proudly.

'He's built like one,' Peter remarked.

'Looks like one,' I added which wasn't too well received . 'A sweet
donkey,' I added to keep my life force intact. Apart from a big dick for a
younger lad he also had quite big fists.

'We got first dibs on the shower,' Peter slipped from the bed and gave me a
meaningful look. Outside he whispered. 'I think they're going for messy
seconds.'

Well that was that and we went downstairs after finding that Kassim and Kev
were indeed having a second go. We chatted for a while with Rob and Paul
and Paul had worked his charm. Rob had agreed to do a second run on Cousin
Bill with Paul and the now hairless Kev as the smaller boy. However, they
wanted to do it on the digital recorder that they hoped to have for the day
of the outing. Wednesday was looking to be a good one. A run out in a new
second hand vehicle, a day out and a bit of film making in the evening. The
only thing was that Peter, Kevin and Kassim has to fix cover stories with
their folks and that should be easy, we were on the long summer holiday
after all.

Tuesday was all get up and go. We had a lie in whilst Rob and Paul got
ready for their day out and as soon as they'd gone we got up, fed and
hoovered the place from top to bottom. We were expecting Kevin and Kassim
around one o'clock and they arrived spot on time. Peter and I had been so
tired the previous night that we'd actually abstained and were raring to
go. We wanted to show our version of Cousin Bill but it had vanished and I
suspect the borrowing of the pretty expensive digital video recorder had
something to do with it and I wondered who Rob's mates in Wandsworth were,
pornographers penny to a pinch of poo.

Anyway a few cold cans later and everyone acting very jumpy Peter finally
produced the cards and sat there shuffling long and hard really winding
everyone up a treat. 'Two lowest together, the two highest together and ace
is low.' He Grined. 'Two highest in the landlord's bed and the two lowest
in Tom Tom's.'

'Get on with it,' I croaked.

Peter shuffled the cards again and then made a big deal of squaring them
off and placing them on the table were were sitting around. It didn't
really matter to me, I knew he wanted to play with Kev now hairless and
looking very much like an eleven year old with a big dick and I was hooked
on the Arab kid but we had all day so would finish up in a foursome sooner
or later.

'Cut,' Peter finally grinned and placed the cards on the table.

I reached out and sliced a few cards off the top and turned over an
ace... bloody brilliant.

Kevin snatched a chunk and displayed a king, he was followed by Peter who
sliced a queen. It looked like it was settled.

Kassim reached out and just cut the pack in half and turned up a two. He
looked at me and grinned. That was that, we had our mates for the
afternoon. I think everyone was a bit nervous and I don't know why but I
had to remember that Peter and I were far more used to chopping and
changing, casual sex if you like than the two young lovers with us but
Peter forced the pace,

'Come on, Kevin. Let's fuck.' Did I mention Peter's charm drops a little
when the bedroom is in sight, or perhaps he likes to sound butch but Kevin
was a match for him.

'Yeah, let's go and fuck... you,' Kevin giggled. I looked at Kassim and we
just got to our feet. I might have said that he was better looking than
your average A-rab and from his bare arms and legs plus what I'd seen of
him yesterday he was a real smoothy... I suppose the hairy fairy bit would
come later.

We split at the top of the stairs without setting any time limits or making
any plans. As we so often said: "Go with the flow".

I knew Kevin was around a year (maybe a little less) younger than I was and
I supposed Kassim to be the same as they were in the same class but as he
quietly peeled his shirt off displaying his super smooth brown torso he was
well muscled and even had a black treasure trail of pubics climbing to his
navel so he would be hairy enough come the time. For now he was a smoothy
and he was mine. I leapt on him and bore him to the bed and he gave a
little chuckle pressing me down and planting a kiss right on my lips. I'd
suddenly realised that younger or not, he was as big as I was and quite
easily kept me pinned as he munched away at my lips and my throat. Sod it,
who cared?

I squirmed against him feeling our erections mash through our shorts but a
few moments later they were history and we were both down to our
briefs. From then on it was a kissathon as we slowly got to naked and
squirmed against each other. He had a beatiful dark brown erection with a
wonderfully gleaming purple head and he was precuming from the word go. No
matter, I had the anal gel under the pillow as well. His penis was bigger
and fatter than mine and Peter's which was a downer but then again no
matter from what I'd seen of him with Kevin he was a sweet and gentle lover
and that's the main thing. You can keep the crash, bang, wallop
merchants... they're a waste of space, if you can't get a bit of loving
with your fuck you may as well give up.

'You like this..?' He moved his hot cock between my legs and I clamped my
thighs on it as I lay back and grabbed his soft bottom.

'Yeah,' I stared into his dark brown eyes. 'How do you want me, front or
back?' Well, you gotta be blunt and he wasn't going to last, I could feel
the slipperyness of his juice between my legs already. I'd let him go first
before he popped all over the bedding.

'I don't know... you better lead,' he looked at me with something like
worry in his eyes. I got it, he was comfortable with Kevin, they were
lovers and I was his first 'stranger'. I had to take charge and I knew just
how to do that. Wordlessly I lay him out on his back and rubbed anal gel
into his nut brown cock until it stood as firm as it was going to get, I
could feel his precum dribbling over my hand as I slowly wanked him to
super hard. Next I straddled his torso and shuffled up until my own
twitching meat was at his mouth and he eagerly took me in. He was alright
on that front and I lazily pumped into his mouth but suddenly reached
behind me and angled his thick and now greasy pole up at an angle and
shuffled back. He must have sensed what I was about to do as he grabbed my
hips as I fed his hot meat between my cheeks and made just one determined
push.

His jaw dropped and he let out a long groaning sigh as his slick knob
parted my pucker and he was inside me, I pushed back again taking around
half of his shaft. I stayed frozen, now the rest was upto him. 'Keep it
in. On our sides and then you get me onto my back... savvy?'

He got it. In fact he pushed up and pulled me down so that his full length
was buried in me before dropping me onto my side and then taking the
superior position. One big brown faced and gleaming toothy smile and he was
away. Nice and slow and what Ron and Paul called long cocking. He pulled it
all out slowly and then slipped straight back into the hilt in one slow
thrust. After that it got exciting when he really began to fuck. He was a
big boy, bigger than I was and he was good. His brief training with Kevin
had been done well and he liked to kiss and make bodily contact with his
hands. We rumped away merrily until I felt him throb and surge his sticky
slime into my bottom and as Kev had said, he did indeed cum like a
donkey. In fact, the stuff was trickling from my hole onto my tailbone but
no matter it was over and now it was my turn.

He slowly and carefully withdrew ramming some tissues between my cheeks to
take the spillage and flopped out onto his back and stared at me. 'OK?'

'Fine,' I grinned. 'On your belly, Ali Baba.'

He laughed and without any fuss at all rolled onto his tummy and spread his
legs. I leant over and kissed one smooth brown flank and then the
other. Beautiful, spingy flesh and it was all mine. I licked up and down
his crack and as he parted his legs even further I dove in and lapped at
his ring until he squirmed and giggled at me to stop. He must have been
ticklish but he stuck his bum up as I fed an oily finger in and probed at
his ring. He gasped as I pentrated him but settled down to little moans and
wriggles as I finger fucked him with just one finger making sure he was
well lubed up.

The time came at last, I moved in and placed my sore and now very needy
organ at his dark brown hole and gently pushed. He bucked and moaned but
even Paul did that and he was used to me. Once inserted inside his hot hole
I placed my hands either side of his torso and moved in slowly but firmly
and as he relaxed started to move to and fro until my pubics were pressed
against his soft bottom. He fucked good... all the little moans and sighs
and in the end he was pushing up onto me in a fever of lust as I plumbed
deep and hard. Here was truly a versatile boy, he took as well as he gave
and after my first spunking we kept at it. His turn next and as the other
two didn't disturb us we kept going. Frontals and then doggy and it got
messier but better every time.

The four of us barely made it in time to the bathroom to get cleaned up
before it was their time to go home. The only slight upset was that the van
arrived just before six by which time Kev and Kassim had made off promising
to be on the doorstep for ten the next morning. Fortunately as we were
chatting to the guy who had sold the van Rob and Paul also rolled up from
whatever they'd been doing and did a final checkup on their buy... Rob's
buy I should have said. It was a nondescript navy blue but in remarkably
good condition. The usual Transit setup with the driver's seat and a dual
passenger seat alongside. In addition and as an extra this had a further
two seats bolted to the rear and then a half partition between the seating
area and the cargo hold. So, in fact, there was ample seating even if one
or two had to sit on cushions and the cargo area was boarded out and
surprisingly clean. A damn good buy and ideal for what Rob wanted which was
basically a repair van to go out on jobs. Peter went home after that and I
settled down for the night to recover and recuperate.

The one item they produced was a digital movie camera which we played
around with and tried a little movie with Paul doing a bit of willy
waggling and a wank. A meal and bed, thankfully I wasn't called on to
provided any services and I slept like a log.

The following morning was bright and sunny, from the forecast we could
expect a hot afternoon which was just right for our little adventure. Rob
had given the van a good check over the previous day and once we were all
assembled away we went. We were headed down to under the M3 to Virgina
Water. There were a few large resevoirs nearby and loads of old sand and
gravel quaries now flooded and used for boating and small sailing
clubs. Rob said that he knew a spot which was easy to get to and not all
that busy, certainly not in the middle of the week. He said that we may
encounter the odd holidaymakers or kids here and there but we just had to
be careful. He confided in us that kids actually did skinnydip in the area
so in the main we needed to keep an eye out for adults.

He was right, we took over an hour getting there but it was worth the
trip. Lots of water, lots of sand, even boats and bodies water skiing
further out . There were a scattering of schoolkids on holiday but they
ignored us as we used the van for a base and parked it not to far from the
water. Perfecto and as Rob and Paul set to sorting out the food and
chillers. we the juniors sampled the water. All speedos or underwear for
starters until we found out how likely we were to get interrupted if at
all.

Nothing happened for the first couple of hours or so, we swam and Rob took
loads of pictures of wet boys and more importantly wet and clinging bathing
kit. We even had a couple of youngsters on bikes park up with us and join
in the fun. These kids were local and a pair of blondies, sweeties really
but we behaved ourselves. I think Kenny was the first to discard his
speedos and the rest of us gradually followed his example. The twoboys
joined in, in the end. The place was as dead as a doornail and the nearest
group to us had to be a half a mile away. Rob continued to take pictures
but not so many, I think he had enough and I was waiting for the movie
camera to appear.

There is a game played in shallow water the world over. It just has
different names, we called it 'knights on horses' or 'horsey' and it's
where two boys climb on the backs of normally larger boys and the aim is to
dismount or pull the opponent down. It turned out that the two strangers
and Kevin were the smaller and once Kev mounted his boyfriend (in the
nicest possible way), Sean and Seamus our two guests got invited to 'ride'
myself and Peter. It had to lead somewhere and it did. For starters Rob got
the movie camera out and then groping started to happen, Kevin started this
by the way. It was a game made for groping and the two blondies gave as
good as they got, at one stage I had one of them in my arms and my
underwater erection was nestling right between his tight little cheeks.

'You dirty sod, you dirty sod,' he squealed and wriggled in my arms making
things worse. I risked a feel to the front, well, I had to and his little
pecker was as hard as a pipe, after that he quietened down a little but
made a beeline for me every opportunity he got. The boy had a need and so
did I. Ron was doing his cameraman bit experimenting I reckon. Paul and my
Peter were lurking by the van and I suspected they were upto no good. That
left Kassim and Kev in the water with the other boy and I found myself with
Sean and right then he had his arms around my neck was busy rubbing up
against me. He was as hard as a little chocolate frog and most of the time
he was rubbing his healthy little spike into my crack. It wasn't all that
little by the way, these kids had to be thirteen or so and both had blond
fuzz... they were spermables.

'Wanna go somewhere,' I asked clamping as he prodded.

'Yeah,' his voice broke in excitement. No stranger to boy play then.

We sploshed off a short distance and then seeing no one following I dragged
him into the long grass by the water and pulled him down. He gave his
little squeal again and then bugger me, he was in my arms, snuggling in and
grabbing at my own erection... certainly no novice. I pressed him flat into
the grass and sunk my head taking his sweet noodle into my mouth. He froze
and then relaxed giving little shudders and moans as I started to give him
an oral milking. As I clasped his tiny white bottom he fucked up into my
mouth like a loony and I sucked away picking my moment to get between his
cheeks and toy with his sweet and tightly clenched pucker.

'That'll cost you,' he muttered and ruffled my hair.

'How much?'

'A fiver,' he announced as bold as brass. 'No rough stuff though.'

'Fair enough, I've got the money in my clothes.'

'You just got lucky,' he giggled. 'Do me first,' he pressed my head down
and I redoubled my efforts. A fiver was bloody peanuts and I was as hard as
a pipe, a leaky pipe at that. I took a peep above the squashed grass but we
were well hidden from the others who all seemed occupied anyway. I went to
work on my little boy. I sucked his stiffy and then sucked his balls and
then worked under his to lick and lap at his tiny little hole but he soon
got his cock back into my mouth. It was OK now though, I managed to squirm
a finger into his little hole and he wriggled and writhed as I finger
fucked him feeling his sphincter get easier and easier.

I never expected to find a juvenile rent boy on the prowl out by the
resevoirs but I had and a juicy one at that. When he cum it was the real
stuff, white and pretty thick not watery nor just a spasm. Genuine boy cum
and he flopped as I worked my finger back inside him and flipped him over
dribbling saliva into his tight little crack. Once he started to push back
onto me and grunt I withdrew my finger and really got a good coating of
basic lube onto his hole. Spit or saliva works and before he had time to
protest or make excuses I had my drooling glans at his little ring. One
gentle but determined push was all it took and he absorbed me with a little
moan. Gawd, he was so tight, tighter than Peter or even Kevin, this kid had
a boy fanny like a hampster's cunt. Hot, tight and so slick. He was clearly
a well used boy and as I started to rump his sweet little pale skinned
bottom he began to push back onto quite willingly and just as clearly he
enjoyed what was happening to him. I wondered if it was his little mate, an
elder brother or even a father or an uncle he started with but he took it
quite happily and I had the shag of a lifetime. We went from doggy, to
missionary and then onto our sides and it was like this that I cum inside
his hot little body. I was rammed up inside him as far as I could get and
he was pushing himself back onto me as I squirted and climaxed my all into
his wriggling little body.

By the time we made it to the van Rob was on his own fiddling around with
the camera.

'Gonna do some of us?' Sean asked cheekily.

'Looks like I'm too late,' Rob grinned causing Sean to blush rather like a
little girl. 'Tell you what... how's about some romantic one's in the
water.'

'Romantic?' I asked. I couldn't think of anything more romantic than what
we'd done.

'Waist deep having a little kiss or cuddle.'

'Come on Tom.' Sean led the way with his white arse jiggling as he ran the
short distance. 'You need a wash anyway.'

In the process of our little movie shoot Paul and Peter emerged from the
back of the van and joined us in the water and then Kevin, Kassim and the
other blond appeared from the dunes some distance away and I could guess
what they'd been upto. We didn't last long after that but I did make a
point of giving Sean my phone number which he'd probably throw away, we
also made a tentative arrangement to be there the following Monday but then
again, that was very much upto Rob. It was a shame, I liked Sean and I
could like him even more given time. God, I was turning into a real slut, I
had Paul or shares in Paul, I had Peter as a full time boyfriend and now I
was looking at a mere kid who lived miles away.

Once indoors we settled down, everyone was exhausted with the sun and the
rest of it but Rob had a new toy. The thing had a disc with it which he
programmed into his PC and away we went.  A lot of the pictures were
rubbish but Paul had backed up with the ordinary digital, the movie bits
were splendid, a bit shaky being hand held but good all the same, a good
day's production as Rob gloated. Shortly after that Kev and Kassim left for
home promising to come around about lunchtime to try and film Paul and
Kevin in their vesion of Cousin Bill and we settled down for a pizza
supper.

There was something in the air and Rob finally came out with it.

'Do you know our business?' He looked at Peter and myself.

'Motor mechanics?' Peter was acting dumb.

'The other business,' Rob grinned. 'The one you wonder about.'

'Porn?' I replied.

'Sort of,' Rob sat back and launched into his less than earth shattering
confession. 'Paul and I are escorts or to be blunter call boys.'

'Rent boys?' Peter chipped in.

'Posher than that,' Paul smirked. 'We're by appointment only...'

'Big bucks,' Rob took over. 'We go to people's houses and do what they want
either as a pair or solo. Sexual fuckery to be brutally honest. We fuck and
get fucked for a price... we do what the client wants other than heavy
bondage and scat.'

'What's scat?' Well, I had to ask.

'Shitting and pissing,' Paul giggled. 'Well. I don't mind some loony
pissing on me in a bath as long as I can have a decnt shower after but not
the crapping caper.'

'Ew...' Peter shuddered. 'Gross.'

'Yeah,' Rob agreed. 'Anyway, we have a well paying client and his son who's
eighteen has a mate staying, a seventeen year old.' He paused and looked at
us.

'Go on,' I prompted.

'This kid wants to book two youngsters for a sweaty afternoon's sex . He
could go down to Euston and pick up a rent boy but he and his dad like
their security... I said we had two boys who might be would fit the
bill...'

'And you're going to ask us if we're interested,' Peter laughed and glanced
at me, I just gave him a slight nod, he could do the talking.

'Exactly,' Rob nodded. 'Saturday lunch time. We'll deliver you and collect
you, we can do some shopping whilst we wait. We'll give you a mobile so
that if you want to cut and run you can but these two just want a sweaty
afternoon shagging underage boys.'

'Sounds good to me... and getting paid for it.'

'Paid well,' Paul put in. 'Their Rumpus Room might startle you a but but
it's all for show. The dad, who's a doctor is a bit of a prick but he's
promised not to get involved. If he does its extra money.'

'We going for it?' Peter looked at me, I just nodded and Rob stood up. He
walked over to the phone and we heard his side of the conversation.

'Yes, Doctor Anders... I have our two friends fixed up, one fair and one
dark... ready, willing and able.' A slilence. ''Yes, twelve, noon
Saturday.' That was it.

'Dr Anders' son and pal will be waiting for you,' Rob grinned. 'Welcome to
the Rumpus Room.'




							THE END




A bit of a limp ending but I had to finish this one off. I can't run RUMPUS
ROOM and PRINCE COCO at the same time. The boys from this story will
reappear in later chapters of the PRINCE COCO saga which I can now get back
to.

Is anybody reading what I write because I'm beginning to get discouraged
with a total lack of response.

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