By Pink Panther

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August 1961

The cycle ride to Welham Court went even better than Michael had expected. In perfect weather, they rode along quiet country roads to their destination, which was as interesting as Chris had predicted. On top of that, they had all got along famously. As far as Michael was concerned, that was the most important part. Although the four of them had met only a week earlier, it was clear that they had already become firm friends. Michael had rarely seen Lorenzo so relaxed and happy.

On the Saturday, Michael and Lorenzo met at Beechwood Park. After making their way to the hiding place in the woods, they engaged in fifteen minutes of delectable foreplay. Finally, Michael gave his boyfriend a good, hard fucking. As they left the den, it seemed that everything was set fair for the rest of the school holiday.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Over the next few days, things went along in much the same vein. In between meeting up with Chris and Mark, Michael and Lorenzo had wonderful, uninhibited sex, guessing that their two friends would be doing much the same thing. On the face of it, things could hardly have been better. But at odd moments when he and Lorenzo were alone, Michael could tell that whatever it was that had been troubling his boyfriend had still not gone away.

On several occasions, Michael ignored it and the moment passed. Afterwards, he was annoyed with himself, knowing that he'd have to face up to it eventually. It was Thursday morning. As they snuggled up on the bed, Michael couldn't just see it in his boyfriend's face; he could feel it too. Lorenzo's demon was back. Taking a deep breath, Michael steeled himself.

"Reno," he said, looking right into his boyfriend's soulful brown eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," Lorenzo said, batting it off.

"Bollocks!" Michael retorted. "It's written all over your face. Something's bothering you. I need to know what it is."

"I'm worried about going back to school," Lorenzo admitted. "I know what we said. I'm not sure I'll be able to do it."

"Of course you will."

"It's not that simple. I do pretty well in English, but Sutherland still picks on me for any little thing. Physics and chemistry are even worse. I don't understand them. The teachers are always having a go at me, saying I need to try harder. I know I shouldn't, but I get upset. I start thinking it's not worth trying."

"That's why you need to have friends around you. Just remember: "Noli Illegitimari Carborundum!"


"Don't let the bastards grind you down! That's what my uncle says, anyway."

"That's funny!" Lorenzo said, grinning.

"Chris's dad teaches science. I'm sure he'd help you if you asked him."

"Only it wouldn't do any good," Lorenzo said sadly. "I've struggled with physics and chemistry right from the start, even though I was trying my best. If I asked Chris's dad to help me, I'd feel I had to pass the exams, and I don't think I can. Then there's Religious Studies. I hate it; it's all crap! We're supposed to be Roman Catholics, but we only go to church when we're in Italy, because everybody does. That's another reason I don't like going there."

"I haven't got a magic wand," Michael said quietly, his eyes locked on Lorenzo's. "But you have to stay strong. I'll be here for you every step of the way; so will Chris and Mark. It doesn't matter what the teachers say. You have to believe in yourself. We all believe in you."

Michael could see the situation all too clearly. Lorenzo's reputation for being lazy and potentially troublesome would be hard to shake off. It seemed inevitable that some teachers would continue to be down on him, even if he was trying his hardest. By his own admission, Lorenzo found that difficult to deal with. Even with their friends' support, keeping him on track would not be easy.

He would need to talk to his Uncle Jack, Michael decided. He would know what to do and how to go about it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Sunday afternoon. Michael arrived at his uncle's flat at quarter to three.

"Good to see you!" Jack said warmly, welcoming him inside.

Strolling through to the lounge, Michael took his usual place on the sofa.

"So are you and Lorenzo still getting along well?" Jack asked, sitting opposite on one of the armchairs.

"Very well, thanks!" Michael enthused. "Introducing him to Chris and Mark has worked really well. He's so much more relaxed, knowing that there are other people like us that he can talk to. He's still worried about going back to school though."

"Why's that?"

"Well, over the last couple of years he's not worked as hard as he should. He's not sure he'll be able to catch up. And there are a few subjects he really struggles with. The teachers are really down on him, you know, telling him he needs to try harder and that. Lorenzo's sensitive. I know he shouldn't, but he lets that sort of thing get to him."

"Which subjects seem to be the problem?"

"Physics, chemistry and Religious Studies."

"Well, nobody gives a monkey's about Religious Studies, so he can forget that one. Physics and chemistry are a bit more important."

"He reckons he's never understood them properly, even when he was trying."

"Fair enough. Actually, it could be a blessing. How many O-levels will he be doing?"

"We do ten."

"That includes English Language and English Literature, right?"


"So if he forgot about the three subjects he's no good at, that would effectively leave him six subjects to focus on, which would be much more manageable. Obviously in physics, chemistry and Religious Studies, he'll still have to go through the motions, but he should do as little as he can get away with, so he can concentrate on doing as well as he can in the others."

"Uncle Jack," Michael asked. "Would you talk to him about it? I think he'd take it much more seriously if it came from someone like you."

"This isn't one of your schemes to get me involved with your friends, is it?" Jack questioned, eyeing Michael suspiciously.

"Absolutely not," Michael assured him. "I wouldn't do that now. Lorenzo's mine. I don't want to share him with anyone; not even you."

"Fair enough! Could you come here next Saturday, about this sort of time?"

"Saturday rather than Sunday?"

"Yes. I know we're not having sex anymore, but I still like to keep Sunday afternoons just for us."

"You really do care about me, don't you?"

"Of course I do. I'm willing to help Lorenzo because you've taken on a tough job and I want you to succeed."

"Thanks, Uncle Jack," Michael responded, smiling warmly. "You're the best!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Wednesday morning was warm and sunny. When the boys met at Chris's house, it was already quite warm. They had decided to cycle to Cranebill Park, an eighteenth-century Palladian mansion set in extensive parkland on the outskirts of Guildford.

At twenty-six miles each way, it would be their longest ride to date. It would be the toughest too, requiring them to cycle over the Hog's Back, a substantial climb. But buoyed by the experience of their previous rides, they set off full of confidence.

Riding steadily on the long uphill section, they managed it without a problem, enjoying wonderful views from the summit. At twenty past twelve, they reached their destination. They were in great spirits. Bathed in the warm August sunshine, Cranebill Park was simply spectacular. Touring the house and wandering through the landscaped gardens, the boys were completely together, all happy to be there with the others.

Sitting down to eat their lunch, they talked about all manner of things, the good humour not abating for a second. It was everything Michael had hoped for. At half past two, they began the journey home. With the return trip a little easier than the outward one, Michael and Lorenzo arrived at the younger boy's house at ten to five. With little time to spare, they headed straight to Michael's bedroom.

"Mike," Lorenzo asked as they snuggled up on the bed. "I keep having this fantasy about the four of us having sex altogether. I'm still with you and Chris is with Mark; it's just that we're all there, doing it, so we can watch them and they can watch us. What d'you think?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind," Michael said guardedly, "but I don't think Chris would like the idea much. Last summer, I introduced him to a couple of the other boys I knew. It was okay, but I could tell he didn't really like it."

"Oh," Lorenzo said, looking disappointed.

"If you really want to do it, I'll ask him," Michael said, trying to soften the blow. "You never know, he might have changed his mind. But I'm not making any promises, okay?"


"So what would you like now?"

"You know exactly what I want!"

"Fair enough!" Michael said, rubbing noses with his boyfriend. "One good hard fucking coming up!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following morning, Michael cycled to Chris's house.

"Hi!" Chris said brightly. "I wasn't expecting to see you this morning."

"There's something I need to ask you," Michael answered. "It's a bit private."

"Come on then," Chris said, grinning. "We'll have to make it quick. I'm due at Mark's house at ten."

After warning Robbie to stay out of the way, they headed to the boys' bedroom.

"Well?" Chris demanded.

Michael quickly outlined Lorenzo's fantasy.

"Let's get one thing straight," Chris said, looking Michael straight in the eye. "The only person that I want to fuck me is Mark. I don't want him to fuck anyone else, either."

"We understand that," Michael answered. "It's the same for us."

"Well, I guess we could play around together before we got to that stage, you know, sucking each other and that. That'd be okay."

"Really?" Michael queried. "Last summer you didn't seem to like the idea at all. I didn't think you'd even want all four of us doing it in the same room!"

"What do I hate more than anything in the world?" Chris asked pointedly.

"Sorry," Michael responded. "I don't understand."

"What I hate more than anything in the world is people bouncing me into things," Chris said firmly. "Now I know you didn't twist my arm or anything, but you put me in a position where it was hard for me to say no."

"Sorry," Michael repeated.

"But this time you've asked me properly and left me to make my own decision," Chris said brightly. "And as it goes, I wouldn't mind at all. Mark will love it. Apart from wanking off with one of his mates back when he was in second year, I'm the only person he's been with, much like Lorenzo, I guess. And I know he thinks you and Lorenzo are sexy. He's told me."

"Wow! I'd never really thought about what you two say to each other!"

"Could we come to your place? With his sister still living at home, Mark's room's only small."

"Yeah, sure! When would you like to come?"

"How about next Tuesday morning?"

"Yeah, that should be fine."

"As long as we all stick to what we just said, I can't see it's going to do any harm," Chris said, smiling. "We can even spice it up a bit more if you want."

"How d'you mean?"

"Well, at the end. I'm sure you must have some ideas."

Michael was astounded, his brain going into overdrive.

"Have you ever done it with Mark lying on his back and you kneeling astride his chest, riding him?"

"No, but we could."

Michael sketched out what he thought they might do.

"I don't need to ask where you got that idea!" Chris said, stifling a giggle. "Mark will go crazy for it!"

"Okay, but all you need to tell him is that we might get into some messing about at the start. That's what I'll say to Lorenzo. Then we can see how things go."


"You realise that if we go through with it, Mark will get Lorenzo's spunk all over him? And I expect you'll cum in Lorenzo's mouth."

"Of course! That'll be part of the fun, won't it?"

Michael felt as though all his Christmases had come at once. The following Tuesday could hardly come fast enough. At the same time, he mentally kicked himself for the way he'd handled Chris the previous summer. He knew the boy disliked being pushed around; it was why he'd resisted joining the cross-country team. It was a mistake that Michael was determined not to repeat.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Alex arrived at school just after eleven o'clock. This time, he was nervous. He'd been quite confident about the A-level results and had been proved correct; there had been no surprises at all. But this was his first time preparing a class for the O-level exam. He'd done everything he could. Apart from the reprobate Jones, the boys had seemed to be ready, but he couldn't be certain. Exam nerves might have affected at least a few of them.

He strode into the main reception area. Boys were lined up outside the Headmaster's office, waiting to collect their results. Not seeing any of his class, he headed to the Deputy Head's office.

"Back again, I see!" Neville Dryden quipped. "It seems we can't keep you away."

"I haven't taken an O-level class before," Alex responded. "I guess I'm as anxious as they are."

"Well, I'd better put you out of your misery," Neville said, handing over the results sheet.

Alex pored over it. As the names were arranged alphabetically, the members of his group were scattered all through it. One by one, he picked them out, relieved to find that the first few results were in line with predictions. Gradually, relief turned to elation as he realised that several boys had done better than he'd expected. Apart from Jones, all the boys had passed, most with good grades. Six of them had achieved grade one, including footballers Etheridge and Wilson. He was delighted for them.

"They've done well, haven't they?" Neville said.

"Yes, even better than I thought in some cases."

"You deserve it," Neville said appreciatively. "You put the work in. More to the point, you made sure that they put the work in. In the final analysis, that's what counts."

Alex left the man's office with a spring in his step. As he passed through the main reception area, Etheridge and Wilson made a beeline for him.

"You boys did me proud," Alex said, beaming.

"Thanks sir!" the boys chorused.

"So how did the rest of your results go?"

"I got seven, sir," Wilson said. "Brainbox here got eight."

"Excellent!" Alex congratulated. "You worked hard. You deserve it. I'm sure your parents will be very pleased."

Leaving the boys, Alex strode back to his car feeling on top of the world. His only regret was that Etheridge would not be staying on into the Sixth Form. The lad had decided to leave school to become an apprentice pattern maker. In a way, that was sad, Alex considered. Etheridge was a very able young man. He could have gone onto university and done anything he wanted.

On the other hand, it was probably the right choice. Etheridge would have found it hard to maintain his focus when all his friends on the council estate were earning money, while he would have had to manage on whatever pocket money his parents could afford to give him. In any case, pattern making was a good career. The best exponents were very well paid.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Sunday afternoon. At half past two, Lorenzo arrived at Michael's house. The boys met outside.

"Why do you want me to meet your uncle?" Lorenzo queried, mounting his bike.

"Because he wants to help you," Michael responded. "Like I told you, he's helped me loads. He even gave me `the talk'. And he's got some advice for you about how to deal with going back to school."

"Couldn't you just tell me what he said?"

"I could, but I'd rather you heard it from him."

"Won't he get suspicious, you know, about us?"

"Don't worry about it. He won't say anything. Trust me."

Ten minutes later, they were climbing the stairs. On reaching the door of his uncle's flat, Michael rang the bell.

"Hi, Uncle Jack!" he said brightly as the door swung open. "This is Lorenzo."

"Pleased to meet you!" Jack said as the boys stepped inside. "Come through."

With Michael leading the way, they headed into the lounge. Parking himself on the sofa, Michael indicated for Lorenzo to sit next to him.

"Michael tells me you're worried about how you're going to cope when you get back to school," Jack said, sitting down to face the boys.

"Yes," Lorenzo admitted. "Things have been a bit difficult for the last couple of years. I haven't been working as hard as I should. I've got a lot of catching up to do."

"I understand that there are a few subjects that you really struggle with," Jack suggested.

"Yes, Religious Studies, physics and chemistry."

"Are any of them important for what you want to do later?"

"No, not at all."

"Then the answer's very simple. You forget about them. Okay, you'll have to behave yourself in class and go through the motions of doing the work, but that's all. Do the absolute minimum that you can get away with. Concentrate your efforts on doing as well as you can in the other subjects."

"The teachers will be on at me the whole time if I do that," Lorenzo protested.

"Yes, Michael told me about that too," Jack said firmly, looking Lorenzo straight in the eye. "I'm sorry to have to say this, but you're going to have to toughen up when it comes to dealing with that sort of thing. This time next year, who d'you want to be having the last laugh, you or these teachers?"

"Me, of course."

"Precisely, and the best way to do that is for you to get really good results in your other subjects. It doesn't matter what they say. You've got a plan and you're going to stick to it. Be polite, but take no notice. On no account are you to answer back, d'you understand? You must not let them get to you. Believe in yourself and believe in the plan. Michael will be there for you, as will your other friends. So will I, for that matter. I'll even give you my phone number so you can call me if things get a bit sticky."


"So which are your best subjects?"

"English, French and history."


"Not really. I have my form master for English and he's an old goat. He hates me!"

"Not ideal, I grant you, but you have to be strong. If you start to show him what you're really capable of, he may change his opinion. Do not give up, and don't make excuses. Just get your head down and get on with it."

"I'll try," Lorenzo said quietly.

"Of course you will," Jack said, smiling. "It will be hard; I know that. You'll have days when nothing seems to go right. When that happens, remember that you're not alone. You've got people around you who want you to succeed. Do your best and we'll back you all the way."

Five minutes later, the boys were out of the flat and on their way to Beechwood Park. They dismounted close to the gates, Lorenzo already fully aroused by the prospect of more al fresco sex.

"Thanks for taking me to meet your uncle," he said quietly, locking up his bike. "I understand now. I don't think I'd have taken it very well if you'd talked to me like that."

Michael allowed himself a smile, but didn't answer. Although it had taken a great deal of work, brick by brick, things were falling into place. But this, he knew, was only the start. The real challenges would come when they returned to school.

"Looking forward to Tuesday?" he asked.

"You bet I am! I'm surprised Chris agreed to it though, after what you said."

"Yes, so was I," Michael admitted. "But the problem last year was my fault. I didn't force him exactly, but I made it hard for him to say no. Chris hates that. I should have known better."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The next day, Michael made his usual visit to his uncle's flat.

"Thanks for talking to Lorenzo," he said as Jack welcomed him inside.

"It was my pleasure," Jack responded, smiling. "I can definitely see the attraction. He is cute! You wouldn't think he was fifteen."

"No, somehow he doesn't really act like he's fifteen either. It's the way things are at home. Since his dad got sick, his Mum just lets him do as he likes. The one good thing is that he and his sister are very close. She looks out for him far more than his mum does. Fran's my age. I don't know if she fancies me or something, but we get on really well."

"Don't be too hard on Lorenzo's mum," Jack advised. "From what you've told me, she was very young when she got married. She wouldn't have expected that by the time she was thirty, she'd be looking after two kids and a chronic invalid. That can't be much fun."

"Sorry, I hadn't thought of it like that."

"That's okay. But you're good for Lorenzo and he's good for you, so stick at it!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

On Monday afternoon, Alex was pottering around his flat when the doorbell rang. He opened the door to find Pennington standing there.

"Back from holiday at last!" Alex said, beaming as he ushered the boy inside. "Good to see you!"

"Sir, do you know where Ingleby is?"

"No, I've been wondering the same thing myself."

"Yesterday, I went to his house," Pennington explained. "There was no-one there, so this morning I went back; still nobody there. Well, they've got one of these vertical letter boxes. I was able to look through. There were piles and letters and stuff on the floor. It looks like nobody's been there for ages."

"Well, we'll have to wait until next week and see what happens when we get back to school," Alex responded, trying to sound nonchalant.

In reality, he was worried. It seemed increasingly likely that the activities of Mr Ingleby and his associates had come to the attention of the authorities who had raided this camp they were attending. He didn't want to speculate on what might have happened to the boys. He just hoped that Ingleby hadn't been taken into the care system.

With Pennington in tow, he strolled into the lounge. They flopped down on the sofa.

"So how were things down at your cousin's place?" he asked, running his hand over the youngster's thigh.

"They were good, sir!" Pennington said, grinning. "Guess how often I got fucked while I was there?"

"I have no idea." Alex replied, unwilling to engage in such games.

"Thirty-one, sir."

"Good God!" Alex expostulated. "That's more than twice a day!"

"Yes sir. Every morning, about six o'clock, while everyone else was still asleep, David got into bed with me. That accounts for thirteen times. And most days we either went to the scoutmaster's house or to see one of the other boys from the troop, mainly boys David's age. That makes up the rest. John, the scoutmaster, did me eight times."

"I see! And how does his cock compare with mine?"

"About the same, sir. He doesn't make as much spunk as you do though."

"Interesting! Did you fuck any boys?"

"I did a couple of times," Pennington admitted. "We were round at John's house. There was a boy there called Scott. He was only eleven. He wanted me to fuck him. Well, the first time I did it like I did with Long. I lay on my back; he sat on my cock and bounced up and down till I spunked up his bum. But the next time, John told me I had to do it properly. Scott got onto all-fours. I knelt down behind and fucked him."

"And how was it?"

"It was okay sir. I still prefer taking it though."

"If Ingleby doesn't reappear, I'll need you to fuck some more younger boys."

"That's okay, sir. I'll still get fucked afterwards, won't I?"


"What about Whitney?"

"Oh, he's got this boyfriend, hasn't he? I assume that's still on. He's too old for me now in any case." He paused for a moment. "So, after all this activity," he asked, leaning across. "Are you ready for some more?"

"Yes, sir. David fucked me on Saturday morning. That was the last time I did anything."

"Well," Alex said quietly, licking his lips. "We'd better put that right. Come on!"

He led the way to the bedroom. As soon as Pennington had removed his shoes and socks, Alex began to undress the lad, reflecting that with his wavy, chestnut-brown hair, perfect features, a gorgeous body and a quite wonderful bottom, the soon-to-be thirteen-year old really was a delightful specimen. Pretty soon, the boy was down to his tight white briefs.

"I see you're ready for action," Alex commented, running the back of his index finger over the hard bulge at the front of the boy's underpants.

"Yes sir!" the lad panted.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Alex skinned the skimpy garment right down to the lad's ankles, Pennington neatly stepping out of them. Moistening his lips, Alex leaned forwards, devouring the youngster's uncut four-and-a-half-inch penis. He sucked it sensuously, fascinated to note that although Bradshaw was still smaller and lighter than Pennington, his protégé now had a larger cock. After a couple of minutes, he eased himself away.

"Time you reminded yourself what I've got for you," he announced.

Pennington knelt on the carpet. Having unbuttoned Mr Faulkner's flies, he reached inside to take out the man's rampant prong. Opening his mouth wide, he pushed down on it and began to suck. Gently stroking the lad's hair, Alex's face broke into a smile of satisfaction. Although Pennington didn't give the greatest blow-jobs, he looked so beautiful with his mouth full of cock.

"Okay, you can stop now," Alex ordered.

After allowing the teacher's prick to slide out of his mouth, Pennington stood up.

"Okay," Alex said, getting to his feet. "You know what to do."

Pennington obediently bent over, his feet shoulder-width apart, his forearms resting on the bed. Alex knelt down behind. The evidence of the action that the youngster's anus had been getting was immediately apparent. Alex would never say it out loud, but the boy's manner and outward appearance gave no indication of what a cock-slut he was.

"I can see you've been getting plenty," he commented.

"Yes sir. Last Friday, David took me to his friend Tony's house. There was another boy there too, Colin. We all got naked. Then they took turns fucking me up the bum. David's cock's not that big, but Colin's and Tony's are. They're about your size."

"And by the looks of things, they gave you a right royal fucking."

"Yes sir. Tony took ages. He was up me for more than ten minutes before he spunked."

Alex pictured the scene: the beautiful twelve-year old being serially violated by three horny teenagers, two of whom were very well-endowed. It was no wonder that the area to either side of the lad's boy-hole was so badly chafed. Placing his nose between Pennington's bum-cheeks, Alex began to work his tongue over the youngster's rosebud. After a few seconds, he pushed it right inside.

"Oooooh, sir!" Pennington moaned.

"I'm guessing that you missed having this done to you," Alex suggested.

"Yes, sir!"

For a minute or so, Alex returned to his ministrations, spurred on by the boy's quiet whimpering. Finally, with his tongue aching, he pulled it away, his well-lubricated index finger sliding in in its place.

"Are you ready for my cock?" he demanded.

"Yes, sir!" the boy repeated.

Getting to his feet, Alex picked up the tube of K-Y.

"Stand up and turn around!" he instructed.

As Pennington complied, Alex squeezed some of the sticky gel onto the boy's fingers. Knowing what was expected, the youngster carefully smeared it over the man's prick. Taking a towel from the bedside cabinet, Alex pulled one his pillows into the middle of the bed.

"We don't want you making a mess, do we?" he said, spreading the towel on top. "Okay, on your tummy!"

Pennington quickly got into the desired position, the pillow beneath his hips, his legs wide apart. Kneeling between the boy's calves, Alex lowered himself onto his target, guiding his prong onto the boy's anal ring. With one well-practised thrust, he stuffed it in.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" he said, more as a statement than a question.

"Oh, yes sir!" Pennington confirmed.

Holding the boy's upper arms, Alex steadily pushed in deeper. He grazed the lad's prostate, the youngster's penis twitching in response. Moments later, his cock was completely buried in the boy's tight, velvety tunnel, his pubic hair pressed tight against the twelve-year old's bottom. After taking a deep breath, he began to fuck.

Pennington was in ecstasy. He loved being fucked. He loved the warm, full feeling; loved the musky breath flooding his nostrils, the man's heart thumping against his back, the sensation of a big, hard penis jabbing repeatedly over his sex-button. In fact, he loved everything about it. While staying with his cousin David, he'd taken five different cocks. Mr Faulkner did it better than any of them.

Gradually, the intensity increased, the man's firm, flat stomach smacking hard against his bottom. He knew it wouldn't be long now. Suddenly, he bucked uncontrollably, his feet flailing.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" he gasped, his breathing harsh and irregular.

As he grabbed at the bedclothes, his penis jumped into life, jets of sticky boy-cum squirting onto the towel, his starfish clamping tight around Mr Faulkner's appendage.

"Oh yes!" Alex growled triumphantly. "It's time you had your bottom filled!"

Almost immediately, Pennington sensed the man's warm, creamy spunk flooding into his rectum, feeling as though it might never stop. But suddenly, and somehow unexpectedly, it did.

Alex lay where he was, feeling elated but completely spent. As he recovered his composure, his mind began to fill with questions that he would not normally ask. Why was it, he wondered, given that the physical differences were only small, fucking Pennington was a quite different experience from fucking Bradshaw? While both were wonderfully satisfying, they were nothing like the same.

He snapped himself back to reality. Very carefully, he lifted himself clear, his cock exiting Pennington's bottom with a noticeable squelch. Somewhat awkwardly, the boy got up onto his knees, spunk trickling from his anus and running down his legs.

"You'd' better go and clean yourself up," Alex said gently. "You know where it is."

"Sir, is it okay if I have a bath?"

"Of course it is. Would you like me to run it for you?"

"No, thank you sir," Pennington responded, smiling. "I can do it."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was just after ten o'clock when Lorenzo arrived at Michael's house. He looked nervous and excited.

"We may as well stay down here for now," Michael said casually, leading the way into the lounge. "They'll be here in a few minutes."

"You're sure they'll come?" Lorenzo queried.

"As sure as I can be," Michael assured him. "If there was a problem, Chris would have called me."

"So what are we going to do exactly?"

"Well, I can't say exactly, but it'll be okay for us to undress each other and play around together. We can even suck each other if we want. But when it gets to the serious stuff, we pair off as usual. Is that okay?"

"Yeah! It sounds terrific!"

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. Michael went to answer it, returning to the lounge accompanied by Mark and Chris.

"D'you want a drink?" he asked.

"No, we're fine, thanks!" Chris answered, his voice betraying how eager he and Mark were to get on with things.

"Okay," Michael responded. "If we each take a seat-cushion upstairs, we can make ourselves a bit more comfortable. My room's pretty big, but the bed isn't."

With each of them carrying one of the seat cushions from the lounge suite, they made their way to Michael's room. Leaving Chris and Lorenzo to get to know each other, Michael set to work undressing Mark. He'd seen the other two naked lots of times; the blond fourteen-year old was unexplored territory. Mark reciprocated happily. In well under a minute, both boys were down to their underpants.

"How about on a count of three, we take them off?" Michael suggested.


"One, two, three!"

Each boy dropped his briefs and kicked them off. As they stood facing each other, Michael did a double-take. At around 5'8", he and Mark were almost exactly the same height, but while Mark was very slim, as distance runners often are, his cock certainly wasn't, being a fraction longer than Michael's and noticeably thicker.

`Wow! So that's what Chris had been getting!' he thought, momentarily envious of the older boy's precocious endowment.

A few feet away, Chris and Lorenzo were also naked, each of them gently fondling the other's penis. At approximately 5'5", they were the same height too, and with their black hair and almost identical skin tone, they could have passed for brothers. But seeing them naked, there could be no doubt who the older one was. Chris was scrawny with hardly a trace of muscular development, his nipples small and almost invisible from a distance, and his slim four-and-a-half-inch prick sporting only a smattering of wispy pubic hair. By contrast, Lorenzo had a little more muscle, his nipples were larger and clearly visible, and his medium thick five-inch cock was surmounted by a small but luxuriant crop of curly black hair.

"Let's sit on the cushions," Chris suggested, taking charge as he so often did, despite being the youngest in the room. "We'll sit in a square, with me opposite Mark and Michael opposite Lorenzo."

Knowing how good Chris was at organising things, the other boys complied without a word.

"Now what?" Mark asked from his seat on the floor.

"Turn onto your left side, your legs out to the right, and play with the boy in front of you," Chris answered, demonstrating the position. "Stroking, fondling, sucking; whatever you want to do."

"That's brilliant!" Lorenzo enthused. "Let's do it!"

Swinging himself around, his lips closed over Mark's cock. Within a few seconds, the other boys had followed suit. As Michael began to suck Chris, his prong was enveloped by Mark's mouth. He was ecstatic; even he had never done this before. After a few minutes, they all sat up again.

"That was incredible," Mark congratulated, grinning at Chris. "You're a genius!"

"Okay! Now let's go the other way!" Chris instructed.

This time, Michael found himself sucking Mark, while Chris sucked him; totally different but equally exciting. He found himself becoming hornier by the second. After one more round on each side, it was time to move things along. As he'd agreed with Michael, Chris led Mark to the bed.

"We'll just stay here for the moment," Michael said, moving across to snuggle up with Lorenzo.

By pure instinct, the two pairs of boyfriends began to kiss passionately, building themselves up for the inevitable conclusion. After several minutes, Lorenzo got onto all fours, allowing Michael's tongue to probe his fifteen-year old rosebud. At much the same time, Chris picked up the tube of K-Y that Michael had left for him, carefully applying the gel to his boyfriend's penis.

"Okay," he whispered, putting the cap back onto the tube. "Now I want you to lie on your back, but with your head down by the foot of the bed."

"What difference does it make which end my head is?" Mark queried.

"You'll see!" Chris said, grinning mischievously. "Just do it." He kissed his boyfriend's nose. "Please!"

Mark was enjoying himself far too much to argue. Beautiful, sexy Chris clearly had a plan. That was all he needed to know.

Using a second tube of K-Y, Michael lubricated his first two digits before pushing his index finger into Lorenzo's bottom. It slid in easily. Easing back slightly, he inserted his middle finger as well, working both digits around before allowing them to slip back out. He glanced across at the bed. With Mark in the desired position, Chris was now straddling his chest, slowly lowering himself onto the fourteen-year old's cock.

"Up you get!" Michael urged, helping Lorenzo to his feet. "Right! Stand at the foot of the bed."

Lorenzo could hardly believe what was happening. He'd expected that after the foreplay, the two couples would remain quite separate. But it seemed that Chris and Michael had something else worked out.

"Now bend over!" Michael instructed.

As Lorenzo lowered himself into position, his boy-parts were directly above Mark's face. With his eyes glued to the action, the fourteen-year old watched in disbelief as Michael's prong steadily disappeared into Lorenzo's bottom.

"Fuck!" Mark swore. "I never thought we'd do anything like this!"

"You're not objecting, are you?" Chris quipped.

"Oh no!" Mark answered. "It's just that . . . fuck! This is so hot!"

"Do you want to suck me?" Chris asked, glancing down at Lorenzo.

With the older boy's mouth just millimetres from Chris's penis, the question was almost unnecessary. Opening wide, Lorenzo devoured the thirteen-year old's steel-hard spike, his nose rubbing against the lad's sparse pubic hair.

"Pull back a bit," Chris told him. "I need some room to work with."

Realising what was about to happen, Lorenzo brought his head back a couple of inches.

"Mark," Michael said. "You can play with Reno's cock if you want."

"Sure!" Mark responded, reaching up to wrap his fingers around the fifteen-year old's throbbing dick. They were all set.

"Okay!" Michael said. "Mark and Reno, stay nice and still. Let me and Chris do the work."

Immediately he began to fuck. On the bed, Chris drove his hips upwards, thrusting his prick into Lorenzo's mouth before sinking back down to impale himself on his boyfriend's cock. The sight of Michael's cock pounding Lorenzo's bottom had Mark transfixed. He'd hoped to watch them fucking, but had never expected to see it in such intimate detail. It was hotter than anything he could have imagined.

With the boys so sexed-up, it was never going to last long. In less than a minute, the intensity had gone right off the scale. The boys' orgasms were like a series of violent explosions. Chris was first, setting off both Mark and Lorenzo. In turn, the fifteen-year old's anal spasms flung Michael so far over the edge he began to wonder if he'd ever come back.

Suddenly, the mayhem was over. For almost twenty seconds, they remained where they were, completely exhausted, the room spinning around them. As a semblance of normality returned, they slowly disengaged.

"Reno," Mark said, looking down at his chest and stomach. "You squirted all over me! I've even got some in my pubes!"

"Sorry!" Lorenzo apologised, smiling. "I'll show you where the bathroom is."

"Thanks!" Mark said, grinning back. "Wow! That was so wild!"

After the boys had cleaned up and dressed, they tidied the bedroom. They then returned the cushions to the lounge, helping Michael to put everything back as the boy's mother would expect to find it.

"Any chance of that drink now?" Chris asked, grinning.

"Definitely!" Michael answered.

They sat in the lounge, drinking glasses of lemonade, appearing for all the world to be four good-looking but otherwise ordinary teenagers, showing no trace of what they'd been doing.

"This morning was fantastic," Chris said. "But I wouldn't want to do that all the time. If we did, I think we'd forget about the important stuff."

"You mean like being there for each other?" Mark suggested.

"Yes, exactly!" Chris agreed. "But doing it occasionally is terrific!"

"We won't be able to do anything like that once we're back at school," Michael reminded them.

"What about half-term?" Lorenzo asked.

"Oh, we could do it then," Michael told him.

"Shall we make it a date?" Mark asked, his enthusiasm almost bubbling over.

"I think we should wait until we get there," Chris said thoughtfully. "If we all still want to, we can fix it up."