Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2020 09:42:51 +0000 From: norfolkandgood Subject: Josh, His Daddy and the Cottage, part 14 Josh, His Daddy and the Cottage Day 13: Josh has a very wet shower, then pays another visit to the campsite I woke up early the next morning. The sun was already streaming through the thin curtains into my room. I lay in bed for a little while, thinking about everything that had happened the day before. I couldn't help smiling to myself when I thought about all the different men who had put their willies in my bum -- I could remember their faces really clearly, the way they looked when they shot their spunk inside my little bum! First Jakob inside the cabin at the fruit farm, then Tomasz, and Andrius, and Martin, and then the blond man with the dragon tattoo, all outside on the picnic table. I slipped one hand inside my pyjama bottoms and felt between my legs -- my bum did definitely feel a tiny bit tender, but not enough to stop me wanting to play more grownup games today! While we were walking home from the farm with the bags full of strawberries, Adam had told me that he and Liam had to go into Cromer today -- he wasn't sure when they'd be back, but they'd try to go early so they could meet me in the abandoned car-park outside the toilets at the usual time. I couldn't hear Daddy in the bathroom or downstairs, so I climbed out of bed and crept carefully along the landing to his bedroom -- I had already learned which floorboards creaked, and took care not to stand on those ones. The door was half open, and I peered into his room. His curtains were thicker than mine, so the room wasn't as bright -- maybe that was why he was still asleep? Daddy was lying on his back, fast asleep. I could hear the steady sound of his breathing, and every so often he made a little, not-quite-snoring sound. I crept closer to his bed, wondering if he was going to wake up soon so we could have a shower together. His duvet was halfway down his tummy, so I had a lovely view of his hairy chest and toned arms. They weren't really muscly like some of the men I had met, but they were muscly enough, and -- best of all -- they were my daddy's. I looked at his handsome face for a couple of minutes, checking that he really was asleep, then I reached my left hand out and ran my forefinger over his left nipple. It felt funny to be doing it while Daddy was asleep -- a bit like when I had played with Liam and Johan when they were asleep. It felt soft at first, surrounded by his chest hair, but very gradually I felt it start to get stiffer! I did the same to his right nipple, stroking the thicker tuft of hair in the middle of his chest as I reached over him. Then I alternated between both his nipples, and wondered if I dare lean over and kiss the left one, the one closest to me. It was very, very tempting! Daddy let out a little sigh in his sleep and I quickly snatched my hand away. But then he settled down again with a small snuffly sound and I wondered what to do next. What I really wanted to do, of course, more than anything was slide the duvet down a bit more so I could have a good look at his willy without having to worry about him noticing. But if he woke up while I was doing that, I'd probably get into trouble -- or would at least have a lot of explaining to do. I wondered if I could just slide my head under the duvet, and maybe even give his willy a bit of a suck. But then I remembered that Daddy always slept in his boxer shorts, and if his willy wasn't already sticking out of the wee-hole at the front of them, there was no way that would work. I stood by the side of the bed, getting steadily more frustrated -- here I was, with Daddy lying asleep in bed in front of me, and I didn't know what to do! I wanted to do so many things, but they all felt a bit dangerous, and I really couldn't decide what the best thing to do was! I reached down and tried lifting the side of the duvet, just to feel how heavy it was and what would happen if I moved it a bit. Nothing happened, and it wasn't that heavy after all -- then I remembered that summer duvets were never heavy, and felt a bit silly. So I got down on my knees on the floor next to Daddy's bed and tried another experiment, this time sliding my head under the edge of the duvet and checking if I could see anything under there, and if there was enough air. It was much lighter than I was expecting -- it was definitely a very thin summer duvet! I could see Daddy's black boxer shorts clearly, and part of his tummy and left leg. I ducked my head out again and looked up at Daddy's face once more. Still fast asleep, and making more of the funny little sighing noises as he breathed. He looked soooooo handsome! And he was so kind, and so much fun! And he was MY daddy! I felt like the luckiest boy in the world, and probably the happiest too! When I was sure he was definitely still fast asleep, I slipped my head back under the duvet to take a good look at his boxer shorts, to see if I could tell if he needed a wee or anything... That was when I noticed the smell! It was heady, sexy, almost intoxicating! It smelled of Daddy, but a really concentrated version of him -- as if all the smells of his body had gathered under the duvet during the night. And I could definitely smell that special willy smell that I had learned to love so much with the other men, only this time it was my daddy's willy that I could smell! I breathed in and out through my nose over and over again, desperate to capture as much of the heady scent as I could before Daddy woke up! After a few minutes I started to feel a bit braver -- or maybe just more desperate to see or hold or suck or do something, anything, to a willy, my daddy's willy! I slipped my left hand under the duvet and very slowly moved it towards Daddy's boxer shorts. I lifted my head up a bit, to lift the duvet a tiny way off Daddy, then moved my hand to the front of his boxer shorts, where his willy was. I just held it there for a few moments, wondering if I was really going to dare to lower it and actually put my hand on Daddy's willy while he was asleep. While I was under the duvet Daddy made a little snuffling sound in his sleep and stretched his legs out, and my hand inadvertently brushed his boxer shorts as he moved. I was pretty sure I felt his willy under them, and I was pretty sure it was hard! So he definitely did need a wee! Very gently, I lowered my hand down, until my fingers brushed the cotton again. Yes, there was no doubt at all, Daddy's willy was stiff! I traced my little fingers up and down his thick shaft, and felt it throb beneath my fingers. I wished it was sticking out of the hole in his boxer shorts so I could get a proper look at it, and see if the swollen head was poking out of the foreskin at the end of his willy. Daddy's legs stretched again, and this time he made a different noise, a bit like a yawn, and I started to get a bit worried. What if he woke up and found me under his duvet with my hand on his willy?! I quickly slid my hand back, then -- as quietly and gently as I could -- I slipped down off the bed, making sure I took a long, deep sniff of the lovely Daddy smell under there before I slid out! I crawled round the bed towards the window, then poked my head up above the duvet. Daddy's eyes were still closed, but as I watched, he raised his arms in the air and did a really big yawn. I crawled up onto the bed and lay down on top of the duvet next to him, then put my right arm across his chest. "Hey there, champ," Daddy said in a sleepy voice. "You're up early!" "I came to see if you were awake!" I said, snuggling my cheek against the soft hair on his chest and trying my best to stroke his left nipple surreptitiously with my fingers. Still stiff! "Yep, definitely awake!" Daddy said, putting his arm round me and hugging me tight. I could feel his hot, slightly sweaty armpit against my little shoulder. "Shower?" I said. "Shower!" he said, then blinked several times in an attempt to wake himself up. I leapt to my feet on the bed and tugged my pyjama bottoms off, forgetting for a moment that my little willy was still a bit stiff from when I had been under the duvet looking at Daddy and breathing in his wonderful smell. But perhaps I didn't have to worry about things like that anymore? "You're very eager today, Joshy!" Daddy said with a laugh. "I remember when it used to be a real nightmare trying to get you to have a shower!" "If we take our clothes off here, we can get straight in the shower!" I cried. "You do it too, Daddy!" Daddy did a pretend sigh, then slipped his hands under the duvet and pulled his boxer shorts down. He dropped them on the floor beside the bed and said with a grin: "Okay -- happy now?!" "And now you have to give me a piggyback to the bathroom!" I giggled. Daddy swung his legs down onto the floor and sat up on the side of the bed, and held his arms out for me to climb onto his back. I bounced across the bed and wrapped my arms round his neck, trying to look round him to see if his willy was still stiff. I slipped my legs either side of his back -- my little willy was definitely completely stiff and twitchy now, and now it was rubbing against Daddy's back! Daddy tucked his arms round my legs and stood up. I leaned my head forward, over Daddy's right shoulder, and looked down. Wow! Daddy's willy was definitely stiff -- as stiff as I'd ever seen it, even the other morning when I watched him do a wee when I was hiding in the shower! His foreskin was pulled back almost all the way off the fat head of his cock, and it was bouncing and throbbing as Daddy got to his feet and started to carry me towards the bathroom! I'd never seen it from this angle before... come to think of it, I'd never seen anyone's willy from this angle before! It looked huge! This must be what all grownup men saw when they looked down at their willies! Mine didn't look much like that, but maybe it would one day, when I got bigger and had hair and stuff. I wondered if mine would ever get as big as Daddy's...? The piggyback ride didn't take anywhere near as long as I would have liked. "Mind your head!" Daddy said as we went into the bathroom. He carried me over to the shower, then let go of one of my legs and turned the water on, before quickly darting back to let it get warm. I felt him start to bend his knees to lower me to the floor, and clung on tightly: "No! We're not in the shower yet, Daddy!" Daddy laughed and said in a silly voice: "Okay, young master -- whatever you wish, young master!" I laughed and tucked my legs as far round Daddy's waist as I could, and felt my right foot brush against his rock-hard cock. Wow! I pretended to bounce up and down on his back as if I was riding a horse, just so I had a excuse to rub both my feet against his willy! That made my stiff little willy rub against his back too, which felt really lovely! Daddy laughed, then carried me into the now-warm shower and stopped in the middle of the jets of water. We just stood there for a little while, the hot water cascading over us as I hung onto Daddy's back with my little feet resting against his big hard willy! Eventually -- far too soon -- Daddy crouched down and I very reluctantly let go of him. Then I suddenly realised something. "Uhoh, Daddy..." I said, as Daddy straightened up and I found myself looking at his hard cock, which was bouncing and throbbing in front of my face. "What is it, champ?" he said, grinning down at me. I really liked the fact that he wasn't trying to hide the fact that he had a stiffy anymore, so I didn't bother trying to hide mine either. "We didn't do wees before we got in the shower," I said, pointing at both of our willies. "Oops!" Daddy said. "Well, I guess there's nothing for it, Joshy -- we're just going to have to wee in the shower again!" "Yay!" I exclaimed happily, then giggled: "Willy wee war!" Daddy grinned down at me: "Okay -- may the best man win!" He turned to aim his rock-hard willy at the wall, which disappointed me -- I wanted him to wee on me like he had yesterday! There was no way Daddy was going to be able to do a wee while his willy was so stiff, so I made the most of my advantage and aimed my little willy straight at him! I deliberately aimed high, and when the first jet of wee shot out, it sprayed across Daddy's hip! "Hey, not fair!" Daddy yelped, but he didn't sound at all cross as he spun round towards me. A second shot of wee hit his hairy, low-hanging balls, and I made sure I aimed a little bit higher -- by the time the rest of my wee was spraying out of my slowly deflating little willy, it was pointing straight at Daddy's big thick cock! "You little monster!" Daddy said. "Right, I'm going to get you for that!" I laughed and squealed and pretended to back away, holding my hands up in surrender. Daddy laughed and pushed the head of his willy down, so it was pointing straight at me! It was a little bit softer now, because he was trying to wee, and after a few seconds the first few drops appeared out of the slit at the end of his cock. They soon built into a trickle, then a strong jet that shot straight at me, hitting me in the chest and running down my little body! I yelped and giggled, and Daddy waved his willy about, spraying wee all over me! I closed my eyes as it came closer to my head, then felt it spray my hair, hitting my head just above my ear. It trickled down over my face, and as I opened my mouth to laugh again, some of it ran into my mouth and I could taste it on my tongue! I swallowed it down, and tried to see if I could catch any more, without it looking like that was what I was doing, because I didn't think Daddy was quite ready for that sort of game. I was still laughing and holding my hands up, pretending to try to stop Daddy weeing on me, but this was really one of the best games we'd played so far in the shower! Daddy was waving his big willy about, spraying his wee all over me as he laughed along. "So, Joshy, do you surrender yet, or am I going have to carry on hosing you down?!" "NO!" I squealed, in between more helpless giggling. "I'm never going to surrender, Daddy!" "Okay, you asked for it, champ!" Daddy laughed, as more of his wee cascaded over my little body. Slowly the stream slowed to a trickle, and I watched entranced as his slid his fat foreskin over his big cockhead to get the last drips out of his softening cock. I looked up at him and grinned. "I think that was a draw, Daddy!" Daddy grinned down at me and spluttered in mock outrage: "Oh, you do, do you?! I have a feeling that you got a lot wetter than me!" "Yeah, but I scored a direct hit on your willy with my wee, and that means I get extra points!" I giggled. "Not fair!" Daddy said. "You didn't tell me that! If I'd known it meant extra points, I'd have made sure I did the same!" I was still laughing like mad. "Well you'll know for next time, won't you?!" I said breezily. Daddy suddenly looked more serious: "Joshy, we can't do this every day! Weeing on each other really isn't the sort of thing daddies are supposed to do with their little boys, even in the shower!" I pulled a sulky face. "Why not?! They said on the radio that we're supposed to be saving water, and weeing in the shower means we don't have to flush the toilet so much!" Daddy laughed: "Okay, you may have a point, but we don't wee all over each other from now on! Today was a one-off, okay? And for God's sake, Joshy, don't tell anyone what just happened!" I stared up at him for a few moments, then slowly nodded my head. This really wasn't turning out the way I had hoped... Daddy quickly washed my hair, then squirted some shower gel in my hands and let me wash myself, while he very quickly washed himself. No, this definitely wasn't what I wanted to happen today... But at least we'd had a willy wee war, even if Daddy seemed to be feeling a bit worried about it now. And if I closed my eyes, I could still almost smell the lovely Daddy smell from under the duvet! So I tried to cheer myself up by thinking about that, instead of the fact that we weren't washing each other today. When we were all dry, Daddy came into my room with me to help sort out what I was going to wear. I sat on the edge of my bed swinging my legs while he picked out some clothes. "This one?" he said, holding up a red T-shirt with Spongebob Squarepants on it. I nodded, and as he was helping me put it on he went on: "I'm going to give Charlie's parents a ring later, to sort out when he can and stay -- it'll do you good to have someone to play with for a change!" Daddy said. I hesitated for a moment before replying. I mean, I *really* wanted Charlie to come and stay, because he was my best friend, but I was worried that having him around would stop me playing grownup games with Adam and Liam and all my other new friends. Charlie was lots of fun, but he was a bit younger than me, and I wasn't sure what he'd think about playing a different sort of games to the ones we usually played. Daddy must have noticed the look on my face, because he said: "You do still want Charlie to come and stay, don't you, Joshy?" I quickly smiled and nodded my head: "Yeah! I've just got some things I need to sort out before he comes!" Daddy laughed and ruffled my hair: "I love the idea that you've got stuff to sort out, champ! Hey, speaking of sorting stuff out... when I went off to see those clients of mine the other day, I got talking to their gardener. I was saying we've got quite a big garden here, and that it's a bit out of control, and he said he'd come over one day to take a look and suggest a few things, and maybe do a bit of work here, one day a week or something. His name's Sam -- seems a nice guy, I think you'll get on fine with him, Joshy." "He won't make it TOO tidy, will he, Daddy? I like having lots of different places to hide!" I thought hard for a moment: "And he's not allowed to touch my den!" "Definitely not! Organised mess, that's the look we're going for!" Daddy said with a chuckle. "Is he a very old gardener?" I asked, thinking that all the gardeners in the stories I'd had read to me seemed to be ancient. "No, not at all! He's younger that me -- he said he finished horticultural college last summer, and moved up here because a friend said there was lots of work around here. I'm pretty sure he said he was from Essex or somewhere..." I didn't know where Essex was. I wondered if it was anywhere near Poland and Lithuania, because I knew I liked men from there. Wherever it was, I hoped he'd be able to speak English as well as all the men at the fruit farm. Daddy went on: "Okay, let's get you some breakfast. I think I might go for a run again later this morning, get a bit more exercise... you'll be okay on your own again, won't you, champ? Just don't go as far as Willow Farm again -- that's a bit too far for you to go on your own, and I don't want you getting into any trouble!" I nodded eagerly. I was only planning to go and meet Adam and Liam at the old toilets again, assuming they got back from Cromer in time. I'd just have to take extra care that Daddy didn't see me with them. Daddy still hadn't gone for his run when I set off to meet Adam and Liam -- I went and told him I was going off to do some exploring, but he was on the phone, and he didn't sound very happy. He smiled at me and blew me a kiss, and I scampered off. There was no-one in the toilet when I got there, so I went back out into the old car-park and went and sat down under the tree where Adam had been waiting for me the other day. I spent a while watching a fat bumblebee as it drifted among the wild flowers that had sprung up out of the gravel where the cars used to park. I wasn't very good at guessing how much time passed, but it felt like I'd been sitting there for ages, and there was still no sign of Adam and Liam. I was starting to feel a bit bored of waiting when I suddenly saw a flash of movement on the track, the way I had got to the car-park. I quickly darted behind the tree and hid, and peered out through the foliage. Phew! That was close! I watched as Daddy came jogging slowly into the car-park in his running gear -- black shorts and T-shirt, and his black and red running shoes. The funny thing was that he didn't just run across the car-park and carry on along the track. He stopped running, looked around, then began to walk towards the toilets. That seemed very odd! I mean, he'd only just started his run. Perhaps he just forgot to do a wee before he left the house? Yes, that was probably it. He went inside and I waited behind the tree. I counted to twenty several times, but Daddy didn't come out again. I started to feel a bit frustrated. I couldn't go into the toilet to wait for Adam and Liam now, and if they did show up in the car-park, I'd be worried about Daddy coming out of the toilet. And I was annoyed that I hadn't decided to wait for Adam and Liam in one of the cubicles inside the toilet, because then I could have watched him having a wee through one of the little holes in all the doors. Then I remembered that I *really* didn't need to spy on him to watch him wee, seeing as I'd had a close-up view of him weeing with an almost-stiff willy in the shower that morning -- not only that, but he'd sprayed his wee all over me! I grinned happily to myself at the memory. All the same, I felt a bit stuck. I couldn't go back into the toilet now, and I didn't feel safe waiting where I was. Daddy really was taking ages to do a wee... maybe he was doing a poo instead? I thought about what to do, then made a quick decision -- the best idea was to go to the campsite and wait for Adam and Liam in their tent! Keeping an eye on the entrance to the toilet the whole time, I slipped out from behind the tree, then ran to the end of the car-park and set off along the track, the way Adam had taken me the other day. I slowed down when I couldn't see the toilet behind me, but then I suddenly realised that when Daddy did finish doing his poo or whatever he was doing in there, he'd probably come this way! I felt a little shiver of panic, then started to run along the track. I wasn't really sure why I was running, or why I didn't want Daddy to see me -- after all, I wasn't doing anything wrong! But it still felt quite exciting, trying to make sure he didn't see me. Just before I went round a slight bend in the path I glanced behind me, but I couldn't see any sign of Daddy -- perhaps he'd decided to run the other way after all, because he couldn't still be in the toilet, surely? It didn't take me long to reach the narrow path that led down towards the little campsite where Adam and his friends were staying. I made my way through the strip of trees and bushes that separated the campsite from the dunes and emerged at the edge of the grassy field. I crouched down and looked around. Their two tents were tucked over towards one side, but there was another tent in the field now -- not too close to theirs, so I didn't think anyone would be able to hear me playing special games with Adam and Liam. There was no sign of Adam or Liam, but Johan and Gabe were lying on the grass in front of their tent. Gabe was on his back with his hands behind his head, but Johan was lying on his side, with one arm bent so he could lean his head on his hand. I smiled to myself and wondered what to do next -- it would be nice to surprise them somehow, so I decided to creep round the edge of the campsite and see how close I could get before they saw me! I couldn't help wishing I wasn't wearing a red T-shirt -- that was going to make it much harder not to be seen. But at least Johan and Gabe were facing the other way, so I could probably get quite close before they saw me! I made my way round the campsite as quietly as I could, scampering from tree to tree and keeping an eye on Johan and Gabe to make sure they still weren't looking in my direction. When I had almost reached the clump of trees right behind their two tents I saw Johan raise his hand in greeting. Two young men had just come through the gate into the campsite and were walking slowly towards the new tent. They were both dressed in shorts and T-shirts. One was dark-haired and had a short beard and a pleasant, open face. The other one was a bit taller and had fair hair. They were both very handsome. I wondered who they were, and hoped they were going to hurry up and go inside their tent so I could sneak up on Johan and Gabe. But instead of going straight to their tent they walked towards Johan and Gabe, and I heard them exchange a bit of small talk about the weather, the campsite and so on. The two new guys had an accent I hadn't heard before, and it was actually a bit hard to understand everything they said. Then I heard one them say: "I had a text from a mate back home in Belfast -- he says it's pissing down there, so we picked the right week to escape!" Belfast... No, I had no idea where that was! So many different places, so many different people... There was such a lot I didn't know. While they were talking I saw the dark-haired one look round the campsite, and suddenly he caught sight of me where I was standing behind one of the trees. Poo! I knew that red T-shirt was going to spoil things! I put my finger to my lips and shook my head, and he gave me a little smile and a very slight nod, then looked back at Johan and Gabe. After a while they went off to their tent and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whoever the new dark-haired guy was, he hadn't given me away, so I could carry on with my secret-agent game! When I was right behind Johan and Gabe's tent and couldn't see them anymore, I crouched down and ran the short distance to the back of their tent. I was about to sneak round it and surprise them when I saw that there was a flap with a zip at the back of the tent. It would be even funnier if I popped out from inside their tent! That would really surprise them! As quietly as I could, I pulled the zip open -- luckily it was one of those plastic ones that doesn't make the same noise as the metal ones you get on trousers and coats. I didn't need to open it very far to be able to crawl through into the tent. Moving very carefully, I zipped the flap shut again, then turned round and wondered what to do next. One of the front flaps was open, and was swaying in the slight breeze -- I caught little glimpses of Gabe and Johan as they lay out on the grass in front of the tent chatting. What I wanted most of all was for them to play grownup games with me, but I wasn't sure that they would be as interested in playing with me as Adam and Liam, especially if Adam and Liam weren't around... Maybe if I made it a bit easier for them? A bit like when I started playing with Johan while he was still asleep... I smiled at the memory, of easing his fat cock into my little bum without waking him up, and then how he had given me one of my best fucks ever when he did eventually wake up. I hoped he would give me at least as many tingles again today, especially if Gabe was playing grownup games with me at the same time! I held my breath and listened, but Johan and Gabe were still talking quietly outside, completely unaware that I had snuck up on them and was hiding inside their tent. The tent smelled hot and plasticky, and a bit sweaty. It was a complete pigsty -- there were clothes and food-wrappers and empty bottles and cans all over the place. I looked around the mess carefully, and it didn't take me long to find what I was looking for -- the little tube of lube that Adam had given me on the day when I woke Johan up in there! I grinned to myself and very quietly began to take all my clothes off and put them in a heap at the back of the tent. When I was completely naked I crawled onto Johan's bed, inhaling the smell of hot, sweaty Swede from the sleeping bag. I undid the lid of the tube and squeezed some of the sticky stuff onto my fingers, then rubbed them around my little bum-hole. I shivered when I felt the tip of my forefinger slip inside my hole, remembering all the big willies that had been rammed inside me at the fruit farm the day before, and all the lovely spunk they had shot deep into my bum and tummy. I slipped a second finger inside my hole and had to stifle a groan. I couldn't reach as well as I would have liked, so I lay back on my back and lifted my legs up instead to see if I could reach any better that way. Feeling round with both hands, I pulled my little buttocks apart and stroked more of the slippery stuff all over my little hole. My little willy was already stiff with anticipation, twitching and bobbing about as I tried to rub more of the sticky stuff into my little bum. Then I wiped my fingers on Johan's sleeping bag and lay back, staring up at the roof of the tent. This was going to be the fun bit! I tucked my hands behind my knees and pulled them up towards my chest, so that when Johan and Gabe came into the tent, the first thing they would see would be my little bare bum in front of them! I opened my mouth to call out to them, but stopped myself and decided to do something even funnier! I thought for a moment, trying to remember the words, then began to sing the only Swedish song I could remember, about little frogs. Mummy had taught it to me when we were in Sweden one Midsummer, when everyone goes really weird and sings silly songs and gets drunk. In a very quiet, high-pitched voice I began: "Små grodorna, små grodorna, är lustiga att se..." I cleared my throat slightly and went on, repeating the same line again: "Små grodorna, små grodorna, är lustiga att se..." That was better, a bit louder, and I heard Gabe and Johan stop talking outside the tent. I went on: "Ej öron, ej öron, ej svansar hava de..." I couldn't help giggling at the memory of my Swedish relatives all bouncing round the Midsummer pole pretending to be frogs, then repeated the line again. I heard Gabe say: "Dude, can you hear that?" Johan replied in a tone of astonishment: "What the fuck...? What the actual FUCK?!" The flap at the front of the tent was thrown back and suddenly there he was, with a look on his face that was a mixture of surprise, suspicion and confusion. I had reached the chorus now, and was singing "Kou, ack ack ack!" over and over again as I grinned up at him and bobbed about on his sleeping bag, still holding my legs up to my chest and flashing my little bum-hole at him. "Fucking hell, kid -- you're kind of weird, you know that?" he said sternly, before his face cracked into a broad grin. He crawled into the tent towards me, reached out one hand and ran his forefinger down the crack of my bum. Then he joined in with the repeated lines of the chorus, and on each "ack" he slipped his stiff finger inside my little hole, pushing it in as hard as he could each time. I let out a gasp, then started to laugh. "Okej, lilla groda, vad ska vi göra med dig nu, då?" he asked. *Okay, little frog, what are we going to do with you now, then?* "Hej Johan! Kan du knulla mig igen?!" I said, in my best Swedish. *Hi Johan! Can you fuck me again?!* He grinned at me. I heard Gabe say behind him: "Who is it? What's going on?" Johan looked round: "Come and see! We've got a visitor!" Gabe crawled into the tent beside Johan and I smiled broadly at him: "Hi Gabe! I thought I'd come and see you, because Adam and Liam aren't around!" Then I realised that sounded a bit rude, so I quickly added: "I mean, I really wanted to see you both anyway! Can we... can we play some more grownup games together?" Gabe grinned and looked at Johan: "What do you reckon? Seems a shame not to help the little guy out, now he's gone to the trouble of finding his way here and getting all ready for us!" Johan was already pulling his T-shirt off. "You do what you like -- I'm going to fuck him, and I'm going to fuck him hard!" I nodded my head happily with a silly grin on my face -- this was exactly what I hoped would happen! Johan quickly shrugged his shorts down and his fat cock sprang out. It was already almost completely hard, and I watched as the swollen head slipped out of his thick foreskin and bobbed stiffly in front of my little bum. "That is what you want, isn't it, Joshy?" Johan asked, staring into my face with that same intense look in his dazzling blue eyes. I nodded hard, suddenly feeling strangely breathless at the thought of him staring at me as he pushed his big willy inside my bum again. Without looking away from my face, he reached down with his right hand and aimed the fat head of his swollen cock at my little bum, then shuffled forward slightly. I felt it brush against my little hole. "Ready?" he asked. "Ready," I confirmed. With that, Johan suddenly thrust his hips forward, and the fat head of his cock crashed through my little hole and plunged into my bum. He didn't stop until his whole length was buried deep inside me -- I felt it slam through my inner sphincter deep into my guts, and we both let out a loud groan as he bottomed out inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my little bum. He looked down at me with a broad smile on his handsome face and nodded. I nodded back and smiled up at him, even though the sudden penetration had been harder and faster than I was used to, and actually a little bit painful -- not that I would have admitted that to anyone! He put his hands down on the sleeping bag on either side of my chest and leaned over me, then very slowly pulled his cock out of me before sliding it back all the way inside, very slowly but very purposefully. It popped through my inner sphincter again and I let out another gasp as I felt the thick shaft graze the little tingle button in my bum. I moved my hands from behind my knees and grabbed my feet instead, holding my legs out straight, as wide apart as I could, so that Johan could push into me as hard and as deep as he liked. Johan began to thrust his stiff willy into my bum as far as it would go, deep inside my guts, then he would hold it there for a moment before slowly withdrawing, then ramming it back hard inside me again. All the while he was staring into my eyes, like he had done last time, and I found it impossible to look away from them. As Johan went on ramming his fat cock into me with long, deliberate strokes, I leaned my head back and began to moan and groan, gasping each time his swollen cockhead slammed through my inner sphincter deep into my guts. "Gabe -- get over here and shut him up, will you? Don't want those new guys to hear what's going on in here...," Johan said between thrusts. Gabe quickly pulled his T-shirt and shorts off and came over to kneel above my head, where he slowly wanked his huge black willy in front of my face, slipping the fat foreskin back from the swollen head of his cock and squeezing out a trickle of precum. I opened my mouth and he angled his cock down to let me lick the sticky nectar. Gabe pulled back and lifted my shoulders slightly, then slid Johan's pillow further down behind my neck, so that my head was tilted back. He aimed his huge black cock at my face and I opened my mouth as wide as I could. Johan was pistoning his cock harder and faster into my little bum now, making me slip about on the thin camping mat and sleeping bag. Because he was leaning right over me, still propping himself up on his hands, I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he panted and gasped between thrusts. I was still holding my feet out to either side of me, and I let go of them and wrapped my little legs around Johan's waist instead, which seemed to prompt the muscular Swede to fuck me even harder -- his bottom pushed hard against my feet each time he pulled his big willy out of me before slamming it back inside my bum again. Now that my hands were free, I reached back above my head and tried to pull Gabe closer to me. The huge black head of his cock, glistening with precum, slipped inside my mouth and I slurped and lapped at it as well as I could, but it was so big that there wasn't much room left in my mouth for my little tongue to move around. Gabe let out a load groan and pushed forward even harder, and his cock slid deeper inside me. My head may have been tilted back to give him easier access to my throat, but his cock still meet some resistance at the back of my gullet, until it suddenly popped through into my throat! "Oh man!" Gabe groaned. "Would you look at that?!" He put one hand on my neck and felt the outline of his huge cockhead as it slid in and out of my throat. "Shit!" Johan blurted as he continued to slam his throbbing cock deep into my guts. I was starting to feel a bit lightheaded from the lack of air, but Johan must have noticed, because he said: "Hey, pull back and let him get a bit of air... I'd prefer him to be conscious while I fuck him!" Gabe slipped his cock out of my throat and I breathed in as much air as I could through my nose before he quickly slid forward again, impaling me on his huge black cock once more. Because of the way my head was tilted back, I had a perfect view of his beautiful balls swinging as he pushed into me. All of a sudden I caught a glimpse of movement just off to one side of me, over by the flap where I had crept into the tent. It was difficult to stay focused, because my little body was being jolted about each time Johan's fat cock bludgeoned into my little bum, and Gabe's balls kept getting in the way too! But as I watched, a little crack of light appeared. I blinked as Gabe's balls brushed my face when he bottomed out in my throat with a loud groan, and when I opened them again I saw two pairs of eyes staring at me through the tent flap! The two new guys I had seen talking to Johan and Gabe a little while ago! The cute dark-haired one, the one who had seen me hiding in the trees, put his finger to his lips and shook his head with a broad grin, in a conscious echo of my gesture to him not to give me away earlier. There was no way I could smile or nod my head, so I let go of Gabe's thigh with my right hand and gave him the thumbs-up -- and even that was hard, because my little arm kept flailing about as Johan and Gabe jolted me back and forth as they thrust their fat cocks into me from either end! It felt even more exciting now that I knew that the two new guys were watching me play grownup games with Johan and Gabe! Just as I was starting to feel the first signs of the tingles building up inside me as Johan's thick shaft raked relentlessly across the tender button inside my little bum, Johan's movements slowed down and stopped, with the swollen head of his cock throbbing and jerking deep inside my guts. Gabe pulled his huge black cock out of my mouth and I looked up at Johan with a big grin on my face. "So, is that what you wanted?" he asked, staring deep into my eyes. I nodded hard. "Yes!" I blurted out breathlessly. "Oh yes, Johan! Please, give me the tingles again! Make me go all shivery and wobbly!" With his cock still embedded deep within me, Johan slipped his knees forward until they were sticking out either side of my bum, then he leaned back on his haunches and grabbed hold of my feet with his hands. He straightened my legs out until they were resting against his chest, with my feet either side of his head. Then he sort of folded his arms round my legs and took a firm grip of my slender hips. He stared down at me again, then said in a quiet but determined voice: "Okay, weird little guy... I'm going to start fucking you again in a moment, and I'm going to fuck you harder and faster than you've ever been fucked before. I don't care if you get your fucking tingles and want me to stop, I don't care if you think I'm being too rough, and I don't care if you're begging me to stop... I'm not stopping until I shoot my load deep inside your spasming little hole. Is that understood?" I sucked my bottom lip in and looked up into his deep blue eyes. I nodded my head slowly. "Yes," I said quietly, then repeated, a bit louder: "Yes! Please, Johan -- fuck me so hard that the tingles don't stop! "Okay," Johan said. "As long as you're sure." "I'm sure," I said in an oddly high voice. Then, completely unexpectedly, he leaned forward -- folding my legs right back -- and kissed me hard, his tongue digging into my mouth as I felt his stubble scratch my face. Our lips broke apart and I opened my eyes and found myself staring into his intense blue eyes. "You're a weird kid, you know that, right?" he said. "But you are seriously fucking cool!" He grinned, then straightened up again and took an even firmer grip of my hips. "Okay, kid -- let's do this!" With that, he pulled his huge willy partway out of me, then slammed it back inside my bum as hard as he could, making my little body jerk violently. I couldn't help letting out a loud groan as he jackhammered his fat cock past my inner sphincter, deep into my guts, over and over again. Johan was as good as his word -- he pulled his cock almost all the way out of my little hole then slammed straight back into me hard, using my little hips to reach as deep inside me as he had ever been. As he rammed into me over and over again, raising his hips slightly to get a better angle to thrust into me, I found myself lifted up from the floor of the tent until only the top of my head was touching it. His strong thighs weren't quite vertical, so my little torso was still sort of lying on them, upside down. I was moaning and sighing the whole time now, letting out staccato little gasps each time Johan's cock bottomed out deep inside me. Gabe was stroking the fleshy foreskin up and down over the glistening head of his huge cock as he watched his Swedish friend pound my little bum. Then he shuffled forward slightly until the head of his cock was in front of my gaping mouth. "Deep breath, kid," he said, then thrust his drooling cock into my mouth, not stopping until it had forced its way deep into my throat. I could feel it throb and jerk way past the back of my mouth. Gabe held still and let the furious pace of Johan's relentless assault on my little bum move me around on his huge black cock. I wondered if the two new guys were still watching through the flap at the back of the tent, and if they were enjoying seeing me be so thoroughly used by my two friends. Maybe I'd get a chance to play grownup games with them too, if they were going to be staying at the campsite for a while? Johan was using his firm grip on my hips to ram me deeper onto his fat cock. He was slamming into me with relentless force now, his cock forcing its way past my inner sphincter repeatedly and sending little shivers of pleasure through my body. His thick shaft was pressing against the little button in my bum the whole time now as his cock bludgeoned its way in and out of my little hole, and I could tell it wasn't going to be long before a huge wave of tingles washed over me. I could feel the heat of Johan's body against mine, and my legs were slipping slightly against the sheen of sweat on his hairy chest as he held them tight. His fat cockhead was slamming in and out of my guts at breakneck speed now, and Johan was grunting hard. Gabe had pulled his cock out of my throat again to let me catch my breath, and I heard myself making some really funny noises, a mixture of moaning, sighing and wailing. Suddenly Johan changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, and the pressure on my little tingle button became unbearable. I felt the tingles building up in a huge wave as Johan kept on slamming into me with full force, burying his cock to the hilt deep in my guts each time he rammed in, only to pull almost all the way out of my little bum a moment later. I let out a long wail of pleasure as sparks shot through my body, spreading out from my ravaged bum all the way to my fingers and toes, and I felt my little bum clench frantically around Johan's pistoning cock. Just as he had promised, he made absolutely no allowances at all for the fact that I was being wracked by a mind-blowing wave of tingles, and just kept slamming into me, over and over and over again, grunting hard as he stared down at my face. Gabe was wanking his huge cock in front of my mouth. "Man, you are wrecking that little hole! Damn, that is so fucking hot... I'm not going to last long watching you fuck our little friend here all the way into next week!" He reached down and held the back of my head with his left hand, then forced the swollen head of his huge black cock back into my mouth. I was still lost in the aftershocks of the tingles, and lapped and sucked at the precum oozing from the slit at the end for all I was worth. "Little guy, I'm going to blow my load any time now..." He rammed his cock deep into my throat and I felt it pulse hard, then stop for a fraction of a second before the first gush of hot spunk blasted down my throat. I swallowed as hard as I could to make sure none of it leaked back into my mouth, and Gabe moaned: "Fuck yeah, kid, keep doing that! Keep using those throat muscles on my cock... Oh, fuck, yeah!" His cock was jerking and throbbing deep in my throat as he shot blast after blast of cum into me. I felt a bit sorry that it was all going straight down my throat without me being able to taste it, but the feeling as Gabe shot his hot load deep inside me was incredible. Johan was still slamming his fat cock deep into my bowels with relentless energy, his hips moving in a blur as they pistoned back and forth. My little tingle button felt almost numb from the ceaseless stimulation, as Johan's thick shaft kept ramming across it in an almost pneumatic, hypnotic rhythm. My body still hadn't come down from the incredible wave of tingles a few minutes before, but I could feel the familiar sensation of things building to a crescendo again. My stiff little cock was bobbing and twitching like mad, even though I hadn't touched it at all. I had lost all track of time again... how long had passed since Johan warned me that he wasn't going to stop until he shot his load deep inside me? Five minutes? Ten? Half an hour? I had no idea, my little body was lost in a fog of intense pleasure as Johan continued what must have looked to any casual observer like a brutal assault on me. But he knew -- and I knew -- that he was giving me exactly what I wanted, exactly what I had gone to the campsite in the hope of finding. Gabe's cock had softened slightly and slipped into my mouth now, and I was lapping and suckling at it, sucking out the last precious drops of his creamy white spunk. I looked past his thick shaft, up towards Johan's face, and saw him gazing down at me with a really intense look in his eyes. He nodded his head slightly as he increased the ferocious pace of his thrusts even more, and his cockhead crashed in and out of my tender inner sphincter like some sort of turbocharged jackhammer. My tingle button was sending out warning signals again, and I stared up at Johan's face and gave him the closest thing to a nod I could manage with Gabe's fat cockhead still in my mouth. Then I closed my eyes and my mouth fell open as I let out a loud wail of pleasure. My body tumbled into a sparking, spasming blur of tingles as Johan slammed into my little bum. As my little hole clenched tightly around his pistoning shaft, I heard his breathing change, and suddenly he let out something between a bellow and a roar. He slammed his huge cock into my guts one last time, and I felt it throb and jerk deep inside me as he shot the first of what felt like an endless torrent of hot spunk into me. He pulled back and rammed back in with another roar, as his cock continued to throb and jolt hard inside me, blasting more spunk deep into my guts. Gabe pulled his cock away from my mouth as my little body twitched and spasmed around Johan's spunking cock, the pair of us united by intense, mind-blowing tingles. Johan was pressing his huge cock as far inside me as he could as his spunk flooded my bowels, and it felt like the swollen, pulsing head of his massive cock was pulsing in time with my own racing heartbeat. When the seemingly endless wave of tingles finally started to subside, I opened my eyes to look up at Johan, and found him gazing down at me with a dreamy smile on his handsome face. He tucked my legs around his back again and leaned his head closer to mine. "Du är ta-mig-fan helt otrolig, grabben!" *You are totally fucking unbelievable, kid!* I tried to remember my Swedish... my head felt really fuzzy and woolly after the huge tingles, and it was really hard to think clearly. "Jag vill... jag vill... ha dig i mig hela dagen...," I said in little more than a whisper. *I want... I want... to have you inside me all day...* Johan smiled sweetly and leaned down to kiss me on the lips. "Det går nog inte, grabben, men det här ska vi absolut göra igen! Och igen! Och igen!" *That's probably not going to work, kid, but we're definitely doing this again! And again! And again!* Each time he said `igen' he stuck his tongue in my mouth and tickled my sides with his fingers, which made me giggle into his mouth. I felt soooo happy...! I tried to remember if there was anything that used to make me feel this happy before I came to live with Daddy... No, I couldn't think of anything. Nothing anywhere near as much fun as this, anyway. I glanced over at the tent flap to see if our audience was still there, but there was no sign of the new guys now. I guessed that they'd probably hurried back to their own tent in case they got caught peeking, seeing as the grownup game was finished for now. Gabe had moved back onto his own sleeping bag, and let out a loud sigh. "Fucking hell, guys... that was something else!" He yawned and closed his eyes. "Sure was!" Johan said, and I just grinned over at Gabe. Johan rolled us over so he was lying on his back, with his still stiff willy embedded deep in my little bum, then he pulled me down on top of him and wrapped his strong arms round me. I snuggled against the hair on his chest and closed my eyes. I felt so safe, and happy... and completely worn out, too! Johan had one hand wrapped securely around my back while the other gently stroked my hair. I don't know how long we lay like that, but I could feel that I was starting to fall asleep. Johan must have felt the same, because he slowly started to sit up and said in English: "I don't want this to stop, guys, but I guess we should try to get little Joshy here cleaned up a bit. We can't really send him back home looking like he's just been spit-roasted by two huge cocks..." He laughed, and reached over for one of the T-shirts on the floor. "Joshy, slip this on and we'll head over to the showers to get cleaned up." I didn't want to let his slowly softening cock slip out of me. I reached behind me and tried to keep it in, but Johan had shot so much spunk into me that it was already leaking out past his willy. I held my hand up to my mouth and licked it clean, then put it back to catch some more of the lovely sticky stuff. Johan was watching me with a big smile on his face, then he said: "Hang on, little guy, let me help you..." He cupped his hand under my bum, then very slowly lifted me off his cock, and caught some of the torrent of spunk that leaked out from my ravaged little hole. He lifted his hand, now full of sticky nectar, and I eagerly lapped it up, making rude slurping noises as I licked his hand clean. It tasted great, even if there wasn't any vodka or wee mixed in with it this time. I looked down at Johan's cock. It was slowly getting softer, the fleshy foreskin now covering part of the flared head. It was glistening with spunk, and more had trickled down to gather among the little blond hairs on his big balls. I shuffled backwards and lowered my head, then looked up at Johan's face. "Go ahead, Joshy -- clean my cock up for me!" he said with a grin. I didn't need telling twice, and licked and slurped up all the spunk I could find, loving the taste as it spread through my little mouth. Gently caressing Johan's softening cock, I sucked at his heavy balls to get them clean, then rested my head on one of his strong thighs and just looked at his willy. It looked so beautiful, and still so powerful, even though it was very slowly deflating now... it still seemed astonishing to me that all grownup men had such a wonderful thing tucked between their legs, capable of making me feel so incredible, so completely blown away. I stuck my tongue out and ran it around the end of Johan's foreskin as it slowly eased forward to cover the head of his cock, then used my fingers to let me slide the tip of my tongue under the foreskin, gently licking and lapping at the sensitive cockhead. A drop of spunk appeared from the little slit at the end and I moved my head closer so I could close my lips over the tip of Johan's cock and suck it into my mouth. Johan gently put one hand on my head and stroked my hair, and let out a long sigh of contentment. We lay like that for a while, with my head resting on Johan's tanned, toned thigh as I suckled gently on his cockhead and foreskin, sucking the last drops of spunk out as they oozed into my mouth. When the head of Johan's cock had retreated all the way inside his foreskin and the very last drops of precious spunk had stopped coming, I pulled my head away, smacked my lips together and smiled up at Johan. He grinned at me and said: "Okay, that may have dealt with a lot of it, but we still need to get you cleaned up properly!" He helped me slip the big adult T-shirt on, then slipped his shorts back on. He grabbed a towel and some shower gel, then said: "Okay, shower time!" We crawled out of the tent, leaving Gabe lying on top of his sleeping bag, snoring very softly. I stood outside the tent blinking in the bright sunlight for a few moments, then looked around. The two new guys were sitting on the grass in front of their tent, and were deliberately not looking at me and Johan. Johan held his hand out for me to hold, then started to lead me over to the portacabin containing the toilets and shower. It felt funny to be walking through the campsite with no pants on, just the huge T-shirt, and I could feel more of Johan's spunk trickling slowly down my leg from my stretched little bum-hole. As we got closer to the new tent, the two guys looked up at us. Johan cleared his throat and said: "Hey guys -- this is Joshy, he lives nearby. Joshy, meet Daniel and Ryan, they're from Northern Ireland." They said hello, and the dark-haired guy -- Daniel -- winked and grinned at me when Johan wasn't looking. Johan cleared his throat and said: "Erm... sorry about the noise... stomach cramp... must have been something we ate..." "Oh, don't worry," Ryan, the blond guy, said. Then he added thoughtfully: "I know what it's like, it kind of creeps up on you and catches you unawares. Just have to make the best of it, I guess!" Johan flashed him a slightly embarrassed smile -- I couldn't help wondering if he was finding the new guys' accents as difficult to understand as I was. "Well, Joshy... let's get you cleaned up," he said, looking down at me, and started to lead me on towards the portacabin. I hung back a little and gave Daniel and Ryan a little wave and a big grin. I tried my best to wink at them, but it didn't really work -- I'm not very good at winking. They laughed and looked at each other, then Daniel gave me the thumbs-up as Johan and I went off to the shower. Johan led me past the washbasins and toilet cubicles to the open area at the far end of the portacabin, which was laid out as one big, communal shower, with three shower heads on either side. It was bit like the showers in the changing room at the swimming pool in Cambridge, only there were no curtains or partitions here. Johan let go of my hand and turned one of the showers on to let it warm up a bit, then helped me out of the big T-shirt before slipping his shorts off. I reached up to stroke his willy again, and he glanced at the door to make sure no-one was watching. It felt a bit odd to be having a shower with a man who wasn't my daddy -- not bad odd, just a bit strange. It was lots of fun though, and I decided to try to have more showers with grownup men. And maybe I could persuade Daddy to take me places where we could have showers with other men too...? I would have to have a think about that, and see if I could come up with any good ideas. Johan helped me get cleaned up, then crouched down to pay particular attention to my tender little bum. I let out a little gasp as I felt two of his fingertips stroke my hole, then slip ever so slightly inside me. I helped him get clean, paying special attention to his beautiful willy and foreskin, then we both stood up to let the water wash the soap and bubbles away. Then Johan smiled and said: "Well, I guess that'll have to do!" He helped me get dry, then we realised that we hadn't brought my clothes with us. Johan slipped his shorts back on, and we managed to wrap the towel around me so I could wear it like a sort of cape as we walked back to the tent. Johan held my hand as we made our way across the grass, but halfway back the towel fell off and I couldn't help laughing. Johan bent down to pick it up, but I had already run off, completely naked, laughing and giggling hard as I raced past the two guys from Northern Ireland. What Johan didn't know was that Daniel and Ryan had already seen a lot more than just my little willy and bare bum as I ran past them! They laughed as I streaked past, and I heard Johan chuckle and say: "Kids, eh?" as I bolted back inside the tent where Gabe was still asleep. When Johan had helped me put my own clothes back on, I gave him a big hug, then scampered off towards the track up on the dunes again. I was a bit worried that I had been gone for too long and that Daddy would be worried about me. And I couldn't help wondering where Adam and Liam were... Adam had said he'd try to get back from Cromer in time to meet me, but he hadn't come back yet. Maybe he was waiting for me in the old toilets? I ran along the path towards the abandoned car-park, trying to work out what I should do. To be honest, my bum felt a bit sore after the grownup games I had played with Johan and Gabe -- especially after all the things that had happened at the fruit farm the day before. But it would still be nice to see him, even if we didn't really have time to play any games now before it was time to go home for lunch. I slowed down when I got close to the car-park, still wondering what to do. I went and hid behind the tree where I had been waiting earlier, unsure if I should go inside the toilet to look for Adam, or just go home instead. Then I remembered that Daddy had gone into the toilet earlier, but laughed to myself at the idea that he might still be in there... that would be silly! He'd have to have been in there the whole time I was at the campsite, and nobody took that long to go to the toilet, even if they were doing a really, really big poo! Just when I had made up my mind to go and see if Adam was in the toilet, I suddenly heard a noise, and darted back behind the tree. I peered through the leaves, and couldn't help letting out a little yelp of surprise. It was Daddy, coming out of the toilet! It was a good thing I hadn't gone in to look for Adam, if Daddy had been in there all that time! Poor Daddy... maybe he had stomach cramp too, like Johan? Then I remembered that Johan hadn't really had stomach cramp at all, so that just made everything even more confusing... As I watched, Daddy looked around, then jogged off towards the track that led to our house. I settled down to wait a few minutes, to give him time to get home before I caught up with him. I sat back against the tree trunk and tried to think everything through. It was definitely all very odd. Suddenly I heard more footsteps on the stones, and crawled round to see who it was. Adam! He was coming out of the old toilets! He was on his own, and I wondered where Liam was. Then I felt a bit guilty, because Adam must have been waiting in the toilets for me while I was playing grownup games with Johan and Gabe... I hoped he hadn't been waiting long, and hadn't been too bored. I looked around to make sure there was no-one else in sight, then I jumped out from my hiding place and ran over to Adam. He looked startled when he caught sight of me. "Hey there, Joshy...! How are you doing?! Sorry I took so long to get back here -- I left Liam in Cromer, he was faffing about trying to buy all sorts of crap we don't really need..." "No, I'm sorry Adam! I didn't know what to do, so I went to see if you were at the campsite, and then I found Johan and Gabe, and..." My voice trailed off and I grinned up at Adam. "Oh, REALLY?!" he said with a big laugh. "Well, that makes me feel a bit better -- as long as you weren't bored while I was gone!" "No, I wasn't bored at all... but I'm sorry you had to wait in the toilet on your own while I was having fun with them... I hope you weren't too bored while *I* was gone?" I echoed in a serious voice, worried because Adam had missed the chance to play the grownup game in the tent with us. "Don't worry, Joshy, I was fine -- I managed to find something to help pass the time..." Adam cleared his throat, then changed the subject: "Well, I guess it's probably your lunchtime now? And I imagine you might be feeling a tiny bit tired if you've been playing grownup games the way Johan and Gabe like to play them?!" "A little bit, yeah," I admitted, smiling sheepishly up at him. "Tell you what, Joshy -- how about we meet up tomorrow instead? To be honest, I'm feeling a bit tired myself after that trip into town and... everything... so I'm not sure I'd be much good at playing today anyway!" He ruffled my hair, then said: "Hang on... did you have to wash your hair?! Fucking hell, that must have been a good game!" he said with a laugh. "Okay, champ, off you go, and I'll see you tomorrow!" I gave Adam a big hug, then turned and ran off towards home. As I was skirting round the gap in the track I realised that I'd forgotten to ask Adam if he'd seen my daddy in the toilet, and if he had seemed alright. I sped up, eager to make sure Daddy wasn't feeling unwell. End of part 14. Hope you liked it, and that it was worth the wait! I'm really sorry it's taken me so long to finish this chapter -- real-life stuff's been a bit crazy lately, and I kind of needed to take a break from Joshy for a while. I've only just logged into my protonmail account to send this to Nifty, and I'm kind of blown away by the number of messages waiting in there. I'm so sorry guys -- I will reply to everyone, I promise, but I'm afraid it might take me a while! But... thanks guys, you're all great, and the encouragement really is hugely appreciated: thank you! So, with a warning that I'm massively shit at keeping on top of emails at the moment... any comments or suggestions to norfolkandgood@protonmail.com Please -- remember that Nifty needs donations so it can keep providing us with the space to share these stories: http://donate.nifty.otg/donate.html