Tim and Nicky's Easter Break
By Pink Panther
Finally, we come to the final few days of Tim and Nicky's time together. As you will see, they do manage to pack in quite a bit, so please read on and enjoy! As this is the final chapter of this particular story, feedback would be especially welcome. There are a number of sequels and spin-offs that I could write if I know that people want to read them, so please send your comments to archimedes294@hushmail.com and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
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Chapter Six: The Syndicate and Other Adventures
The following day, at half past twelve, Sean and Joel left the flat to return home. After seeing his friends out, Nicky sauntered into the lounge where his daddy was watching television. Flopping down next to him, he snuggled up close.
"Had a nice time, this morning?" Tim enquired.
"Yes, thanks!" Nicky confirmed.
"So what did you do?"
"After we'd messed about for a bit, Joel and Sean took turns fucking me."
"And you liked that, didn't you?"
"Yes, Daddy! I loved it!"
"Did you tell them we're going to be out this afternoon?"
"Yes, they don't mind. They're going to go to the woods. Sean's going to fuck Joel's bum."
"You know you'll be taking a couple more cocks, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy. Do you know how big they are?"
"Not really. Mark's only just started to cum, so his is probably about the same size as Joel's. I'm not sure about his daddy. I think Brad would have told us if he'd got a monster, so I'm guessing it's not that big." He looked at his watch. "Right! They're expecting us at half past two, so we'd better get some lunch. Then have a bath and put on some clean underpants before we go."
"Yes, Daddy!"
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At twenty-five past two, Tim turned the Audi into Greenvale Avenue.
"We're looking for number eighteen," he said quietly, driving slowly along the road.
"We've just passed number three and number five," Nicky told him, so it must be on the other side.
Having located the house, Tim parked the car close by. They got out and walked up the drive. Though neat and well-cared for, the house looked ordinary, with none of the style of Tim's flat. Tim rang the bell. A few seconds later the door was opened by a man that Tim judged to be in his late thirties, a little under six feet tall and on the slim side of average, with thick dark hair.
"Hello!" he greeted, smiling warmly. "I'm Graham. Pleased to meet you. You must be Tim and I'm guessing that this young man's Nicky. Please come in!"
They stepped inside. "Mark's waiting in the lounge," Graham told them, leading the way. "He's looking forward to meeting you."
He ushered his guests into a large room at the back of the house. A boy dressed in skimpy maroon football shorts and a white polo shirt was sitting on the sofa. As they entered, he stood up politely. He was around the same height as Joel, but not quite as slim, with a slightly rounder face and the last remnants of a little puppy-fat. A nice-looking boy with an engaging smile, but not one who would turn heads; his dad had described him perfectly.
"Good afternoon," he said, extending his hand. "Pleased to meet you."
"Pleased to meet you, too!" Tim responded, accepting the handshake. "This is Nicky."
"Hi Nicky!" Mark said, smiling. "Come and sit down."
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Graham asked as the boys parked themselves on the sofa.
"Yes please," Tim answered.
"Please may I have a glass of coke?" Mark asked. He turned to Nicky. "What would you like?"
"Coke too, please!" Nicky said, grinning.
Tim was impressed. Mark spoke beautifully and his manners were impeccable.
"I understand you're a teacher," Graham said, guiding Tim into the kitchen.
"Yes," Tim confirmed. "I'm Head of English at an all-boys' school, a few miles from where we live. What about you?"
"I'm an accountant."
"I take it Mark's mum's no longer around?" Tim queried.
"No, being married to an accountant wasn't exciting enough for her. She ran off with a music producer when Mark was small. He still sees her occasionally, but to be honest, she was never that interested. Nicky's a little stunner, isn't he? He must attract lots of attention."
"Yes, he does," Tim confirmed, grinning.
"I'm pleased to say that Mark doesn't," Graham responded. "We prefer it like that. Being inconspicuous enables him to slip under the radar."
Tim nodded his understanding. With his perfect speech and faultless manners, Mark was a boy that you could take anywhere. Nobody would bat an eyelid.
"Nicky's very slim, isn't he?" Graham suggested, lowering his voice. "He must be very tight. I'm surprised you were able to penetrate him at the first attempt, even after this friend of yours had done him."
"Let's just say that he's tougher than he looks," Tim countered. "Anyway, what's the plan for today?"
"We'll go upstairs to my bedroom. You and Mark can undress and pet each other while Nicky and I do the same. Then we'll let the boys have some fun together, while we watch. Finally, I'll fuck Nicky and you can do Mark."
"Sounds good!" Tim agreed.
They headed back into the lounge, each carrying a cup of tea and a glass of coke. Sitting on the sofa, the boys were already stroking each other's thighs.
"You two seem to be getting on well!" Graham commented, smiling.
"Yes, thank you Daddy!" Mark answered brightly.
With their drinks consumed, Mark led the way upstairs. In the large back bedroom, two chairs were strategically placed to one side of the king-sized bed. As soon as they were safely inside, the twelve-year presented himself to Tim. Over the next few minutes, they sensuously undressed each other.
Having removed the lad's shorts, Tim ran his hands over the boy's thighs and buttocks, delighting in how wonderfully soft they were. Finally, he skinned the youngster's underpants down his legs, exposing his slim, four-inch prick and the pair of well-formed balls immediately beneath.
Tim examined them carefully. Mark's penis was around the same size as Joel's, but with a little more of the head exposed. Extending his tongue, he took it into his mouth. It tasted wonderful, as pubescent boys invariably do. As the man began to suck, Mark stroked his hair, encouraging him to continue. After a couple of minutes, Tim eased himself away.
"Why don't you find out what I've got for you?" he suggested.
Mark obligingly removed the man's boxer shorts.
"Very nice!" he said, running his fingers over it. "Does Nicky like having this inside him?"
"He does now that he's got used to it."
"He won't have any trouble with daddy's then. He's not quite as big as you."
"And what about you?" Tim enquired, stroking his prong.
"Oh, I'm going to love it!" Mark assured him.
They snuggled up across the bottom of the bed, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Tim understood immediately what Graham had meant about how affectionate his boy was. Although Nicky and Craig kissed very well, they were amateurs when compared with Mark. The twelve-year old was quite exceptional, using his tongue and lips in ways that even Tim hadn't thought of.
"That was wonderful!" he purred.
"I'm much the same as the other boys in the Syndicate," Mark said disarmingly.
"The Syndicate?" Tim queried.
"It's what we call this little club we belong to. We love our daddies and our daddies love us. We've been brought up to enjoy hugs and cuddles. I guess most boys aren't."
"And from there, it's only a short step to having full-on sex," Tim suggested.
"That's right!" Mark agreed, smiling. "And we all love that! I'm sure that lots more boys would enjoy doing what we do if they'd been brought up like we have."
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At the other end of the bed, Graham sucked Nicky's penis. Sliding his hand between the youngster's legs, he quickly located the ten-year old's rosebud. He inserted a well-lubricated index finger. As he'd expected, the boy was wonderfully tight, but accepted the finger with not a murmur of protest. The kid was going to be an outstanding fuck, just as Brad had told him.
For the moment, however, he'd gone far enough. Once Nicky's bum was slicked up with his son's boy-juice, he'd give the lad the fucking he so obviously needed. Looking up, he saw Mark crouched over Tim, expertly sucking the man's large appendage.
"Okay!" he announced. "I think it's time the boys got to know each other."
As the adults retired to the chairs, Mark and Nicky settled down on the bed. Almost before he knew it, Nicky had Mark all over him, French kissing him, sucking his tiny nipples and licking his tummy-button, things that the other boys he'd met never bothered with. As always, Nicky responded eagerly, determined to give as good as he got.
Tim and Graham glanced at each other, licking their lips; these two kids were quite a pairing. In an instant, their attention was back on the action, their brains soaking up the mental images.
"A video of this pair would be worth a fortune!" Tim commented.
"Don't even think about it!" Graham said sternly. "I'll talk to you about that later."
They continued to watch as the boys built towards the denouement.
"Have you ever done a chain fuck?" Graham asked quietly, leaning across.
"No," Tim admitted. "How does it work?"
He listened intently to Graham's explanation.
"Sure!" he agreed. "I'm up for that!"
They continued to watch as Mark turned Nicky onto his back. He then lifted up the younger boy's legs, just as Craig had done. Guiding his cock onto his target, he thrust it in.
"Oh, yeah!" Nicky groaned, his pleasure very obvious.
But rather than just watching the boy's face, Mark bent at the waist, pushing his upper body down between the ten-year old's thighs until their lips met in a passionate kiss. Mark was now effectively on all-fours, his prick buried in his younger friend's bottom.
"Are you ready?" Graham whispered, looking across at Tim.
"Sure!" Tim confirmed, smearing K-Y over his rampant prong.
"Stick it about three-quarters of the way in," Graham advised. "Leave Mark some room to work."
Tim nodded.
"Mark!" Graham called. "Just hold it where you are for a moment. Tim's going to join you."
As the youngster waited, Tim climbed onto the bed. He knelt down behind, his knees wide apart, lining up his prick with the twelve-year old's rosebud. Taking a deep breath, he penetrated the lad.
"Oh, wow!" Mark gasped.
Without any further prompting, the boy got to work, thrusting forwards to fuck Nicky's bum before drawing back to impale himself on Tim's cock. Following Graham's instructions, Tim held himself still, his hands placed loosely around Mark's waist. Within a few seconds, the lad was going for it as though the world was about to end.
Tim could hardly believe it. Despite the fact that he was doing absolutely nothing, the sensations were indescribable. For Nicky, having a boy kiss him and fuck him at the same time was a magical experience, especially a boy who kissed as beautifully as Mark did. The intensity built with every thrust until he suddenly went flying over the edge, his penis swelling and pulsing with a life of its own, his rosebud clamping tight around the twelve-year old's prick. Mark's orgasm followed within seconds, little jets of boy-cum squirting into Nicky's bottom.
The older boy's anal contractions completed the chain.
"Oh yes!" Tim rasped triumphantly. "Now take what I've got for you!"
Tightening his grip on Mark's waist, he pumped three ropes of creamy spunk deep into the youngster's bottom.
After a few seconds, they pulled apart. As Graham rejoined Nicky on the bed, Tim took Mark back to his chair. Sitting down, he lifted the youngster onto his lap, the boy's arm draped around his shoulder.
"Well?" Tim demanded. "How was it?"
"Oh, it was wonderful!" Mark enthused.
"I take it you've done that before."
"Yes, I've done it with Simon and his daddy, and last weekend, I did it with Andrew and Finlay. They're Daddy Tristan's boys. They were home from boarding school and invited me to spend the weekend with them. But you and Nicky were the best!"
"Really? Why's that?"
First, because Nicky's bum's so tight. Second, because he kisses better than Simon or Finlay. And third because you've got the biggest cock. You make the most spunk too."
"I see!" Tim said thoughtfully. "I understand that you've only been able to cum for a few weeks. So how are you enjoying your new role, fucking the younger boys?"
"Oh, it's great! It means I'm growing up, preparing to carry on the tradition."
"But when you get fucked, you like to take a big one."
"Yes! I enjoy it when one of the older boys fucks me, but I prefer taking a real daddy-cock."
Once again, Tim was impressed. Mark was so articulate and so well-spoken; the lad was a star in the making.
"Tell me about Andrew and Finlay," he suggested.
"Andrew's thirteen; Finn's nearly eleven. Because Tristan's father is Earl of somewhere or other, he has to send his boys to boarding school. It's just what's expected. While they're away, he has sex with the other boys in the Syndicate. Sometimes, Tristan and I spend the weekend at their flat in Belgravia."
"Is that just you, or does Tristan invite other boys too?"
"No, it's just me. I'm not sure why, except that I get on really well with Andrew and Finn. They treat me like I'm part of the family. If we go out anywhere, Tristan introduces me as the son of some distant cousin. Nobody ever questions it."
Tim understood perfectly. With his correct speech and flawless manners, Mark would certainly fit in. The fact that he looked quite ordinary would also work in his favour. While a stunningly pretty boy might arouse suspicions, Mark would not.
"Will Tristan inherit his father's title?" Tim asked.
"No, his older brother will," Mark explained. "Tristan says that his brother's the heir and he's the spare." He paused for a moment. "Oh look!" he urged, drawing Tim's attention to the action taking place a few feet away. "Daddy's going to fuck Nicky!"
At the top end of the bed, Nicky was lying face-down, a pillow under his hips, his legs spread apart. Tim watched intently as Graham lowered himself into position, guiding his cock onto the boy's rosebud. This, Tim realised, would be his son's biggest test yet. Although Graham's penis was a little smaller than his, it was considerably larger than Sean's, the biggest one that Nicky had taken in that position. He couldn't be sure how well the lad would cope. A moment later, Graham forced his prick into the ten-year old's bum.
"Oooooooh!" Nicky whimpered, shocked by the stinging pain as the man's appendage thrust into him.
"Just try to relax," Graham said gently. "You've done the hard part now."
Obediently, Nicky pushed out, the discomfort slowly dissipating.
"Good boy!" Graham purred.
Very steadily, he pushed deeper into the ten-year old's wonderfully receptive tunnel.
"Oh!" he cooed. "You've got a lovely tight boy-hole, haven't you?"
"That's what Daddy says!" Nicky told him.
"So what d'you want now?"
"Please will you fuck your spunk into me?"
"You bet I will!" Graham enthused.
He began quite slowly, savouring the subtle contours of the youngster's love-tube. Gradually, he increased the pace, pounding the lad harder and harder.
Tim was entranced, adjusting his position in order to get the best view of Graham's cock pistoning in and out of his son's boy-hole. Although he'd cum just a few minutes earlier, he was hornier than ever.
With the painful entry no more than a vague memory, Nicky was in his element. He loved having Sean and Joel fuck him in this position, but taking a real man's cock was so much better, the sensations so much more intense. Instinctively he began to buck his hips, just as he had with Sean the previous day. He found it quite difficult – Graham was much heavier than his teenage friend – but he did it anyway.
Graham was consumed by lust. Not only did Nicky have the tightest, sexiest bum he'd ever encountered, the boy obviously loved being fucked. Suddenly, the ten-year old began to thrash around, his boy-prick swelling and jerking against the pillow.
"Oh, you naughty boy!" Graham gasped. "Now take my daddy-spunk!"
"Oh yes! Yes!" Nicky responded. "Fill me up! Shoot it into me! Ohhhhhh!"
Over the next few seconds, Graham happily obliged, several jets of his hot cream spurting deep into the ten-year old's bottom. After a pause to regain his composure, he pulled out, his prick exiting Nicky's bottom with an audible pop.
"Nicky loves being fucked, doesn't he?" Mark whispered into Tim's ear.
"Definitely!" Tim confirmed.
"And you like watching, just like my daddy."
"I guess I do."
"Daddy Tim, would you like to fuck me again?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! I love having your big daddy-cock up my bum. Will you do it like my daddy just did?"
"Of course!" Tim confirmed. "I wondered if that's what you'd want."
"Before you stick it in, will you smack my bottom?"
"Really?"
"Yes! I'm a naughty boy. I need to have my bottom spanked."
As Graham and Nicky moved out of the way, Tim and Mark got onto the bed. Picking up the tube of K-Y, Mark expertly coated Tim's cock before getting onto all fours.
"Are you sure about this?" Tim asked.
"He's sure," Graham intervened. "Spank him hard, but not too hard, okay?"
Raising his hand, Tim delivered a stinging blow to the twelve-year old's bottom.
"Ohhhh!" Mark gasped.
With the youngster not moving, Tim administered a second smack.
"Ohhh, yes!" Mark moaned, dropping into the position that Nicky had occupied a few minutes earlier. "Please, Daddy Tim! Give me your cock!"
Kneeling between the youngster's legs, Mark admired his prize. In many ways the boy was very similar to Joel, the thighs just a little fleshier, the buttocks a shade rounder, the lad's boy-hole equally pliable. Tim quickly mounted him, guiding his rampant prong onto its target.
Taking a deep breath, he stuffed it in. While Mark's rosebud looked very much like Joel's, it was nowhere like as tight, a clear indication of the number of times that the boy had been fucked. Meeting little resistance, Tim continued to push down until the lad had taken his full length.
"Is this what you want?" Tim asked.
"Oh, yes!" Mark assured him. "Now give me a good fucking! Please!"
Tim set to work. As he'd cum barely twenty minutes earlier, he knew it wouldn't be quick. He quickly settled into a rhythm that he would be able to maintain for as long as it took. Five minutes passed; then ten. Mark was in heaven. Tim's heart was pounding against his back, and a musky aroma flooded his nostrils as the man's penis fucked him with almost metronomic precision. Finally, he felt Tim begin to tense up, the man's breath becoming hot and ragged.
"Not long now!" Tim rasped into his ear.
"Yes please!" Mark responded. "Give me your spunk!"
Moments later, he got his wish. As a second load of Tim's hot semen began to flood into his bottom, he went over the edge, little drops of boy-juice squirting onto the pillow, his starfish going into spasm around the man's spurting cock. Finally, it was over.
"Wow!" Tim gasped, desperately trying to recover his composure. "That was amazing! It felt like you were sucking the spunk out of me!"
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Having sent the boys to the bathroom, Tim and Graham began to dress.
"You mentioned a possible video of Mark and Nicky," Graham queried. "You haven't made a video of Nicky, have you?"
"Oh no," Tim assured him. "I don't even own a video camera. I was just saying that a video of them in action would be worth a great deal of money."
"What about pictures?"
"Only ordinary family-type pictures, absolutely nothing for you to worry about."
"That's okay then," Graham said. "We have a strict rule about that sort of thing. The outfit that's in charge of hunting down guys like us is the National Crime Agency. Most of their investigations start with images that they've found on the internet. So as far as our boys are concerned, we make damn sure that there are no images for them to find."
"I understand," Tim acknowledged. "They won't find any pictures of Nicky."
"We don't communicate using the internet either," Graham informed him. "We all use burner phones. If you're going to join the Syndicate, you'll need to get one. I assume you know what I'm talking about."
"A basic mobile phone that you purchase for cash."
"Yes. Go to one of these small independent shops. If they ask you to register the phone, give them a false name and address. They won't query it."
Tim nodded his understanding. They needed to take precautions. The measures they were taking weren't foolproof, but they would minimise the risk.
"We're happy to share our boys among a small group of like-minded individuals," Graham explained. "We think it's good for our sons too, knowing that there are other perfectly normal boys who enjoy sex with their daddies. But it stops there. We don't want anyone else to know about it."
"That's fair enough," Tim agreed.
"Let me tell you a bit about what'll happen the first time you come to a meeting. Because of Tristan's position in the club, whenever a new boy joins, Tristan has him first. His normal routine is to make up a foursome with another boy and another daddy. Being new, you will then have first pick of the other boys. You can either take him for a one-to-one, or you can make up a foursome; it's up to you. Foursomes are usually two daddies, one of the younger kids like Nicky, and one of the spunkers, like Craig or Mark."
"That would certainly suit me," Tim said, smiling.
"So do you want to join us?" Graham asked, looking Tim right in the eye.
"Yes," Tim said firmly, knowing that Nicky would definitely want to.
"Okay," Graham said thoughtfully. "Our next meeting's this Saturday, but that's too soon, so it will be two weeks after that. I'll give you my number. Once you've got your phone, send me a text: `Hi Graham, this is Tim.' I'll call you back."
A couple of minutes later, the boys reappeared, looking in high spirits.
"Nicky, come here for a moment," Graham instructed, producing a tape measure. "I need to take a couple of measurements."
With Nicky standing in front of him, Graham measured the boy's waist and the distance from his tummy-button down to his little balls.
"What's that about?" Tim asked, smiling.
"When they come to the Syndicate, the boys have to change into their uniform. The shorts are made-to-measure. Don't worry, Tristan pays for it all. The only part you have to supply are the shoes; black school shoes, okay?"
"That's no problem," Tim agreed.
As soon as the boys were dressed, Tim and Nicky said their goodbyes and headed back to the flat.
"Did you enjoy this afternoon?" Tim enquired.
"Oh yes, Daddy!" Nicky enthused. "It was super! Mark and his daddy are really nice. We are going to meet them again, aren't we?"
"Yes, of course we are," Tim assured him.
In reality, his head was spinning. He and Nicky were going to join a daddy-son sex club. A week ago, he hadn't believed that such entities even existed. He certainly hadn't expected to join one. But the opportunity had fallen into his lap, and with Nicky's enthusiastic agreement, he'd been unable to turn it down.
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As the following day was cool and overcast, Nicky, Sean and Joel spent their time at the flat. Tim didn't mind at all; he enjoyed having them around. During the morning, they were in Nicky's room, enjoying themselves in ways that only boys can. When Sean and Joel returned after lunch, they migrated to the master bedroom so that Nicky's daddy could join in.
Tim was in heaven. When he'd arranged for Nicky to stay for the whole two weeks, he'd never dreamed that things would have gone as far as they had. While there was no hint that Joel was ready for the man to fuck him again, Tim hadn't expected that there would be. He was confident that it would happen. He'd just have to be patient.
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By contrast, Friday dawned warm and sunny, the weather forecast set fair for the whole weekend.
"Daddy," Nicky asked. "Would it be okay if we went to the woods this morning?"
"Sure!" Tim agreed, eager to give the boys space to be themselves. "I just need a word with Sean before you go."
Just before ten o'clock, all the boys were there. Sean strolled into the lounge where Tim was working on the computer.
"Nicky said you wanted a word with me," he said, grinning.
"Yes. Can you get back here by about quarter past twelve? There's something I want to show you."
"Sure!" Sean responded.
Inwardly he was glowing. He realised that Tim wanted to have sex with him. When the man had a cute ten-year old like Nicky to fuck, that was pretty special. He also sensed that Tim wanted to try something that they hadn't done before. Although he couldn't imagine what it would be, the prospect had him hard in an instant.
"Okay," Tim said. "I'll see you then!"
Sean joined the other boys as they strolled the short distance to Northlands. He didn't say much. While they were at their hiding place in the woods, he was going to give Joel a proper kiss. It was something he felt he needed to do, even though he was sure that the younger boy wouldn't have done it before.
It was strange. He didn't feel like that about his brother Connor or his cousin Rory. He didn't even feel like that about Nicky. But Joel was different. Joel was his boy, the lad he was somehow meant to be with. He'd look after him, even defend him against the bullies if he needed to. He needed to make sure that Joel understood. For the first time in his life, he was in love.
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Sitting at his workstation, Tim found concentration difficult. He couldn't stop thinking about what he was going to do with Sean. After the trip to Thorpe Park, he'd discovered the joys of fucking in the shower. It had been some of the wildest, most exciting sex he'd ever had.
What it hadn't been was comfortable. Ten-year old Nicky simply wasn't tall enough for him to fuck the kid standing up. Even with his knees flexed, he'd been forcing the lad right up onto his toes. Sean, on the other hand, was the perfect height. When they were at school, he always fucked the lad in that position, just not in the shower, with them both all wet and soapy.
It made him horny just thinking about it, his cock throbbing in his boxer shorts. He could hardly wait for the boys to return.
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As soon as the three friends reached their hiding place, shorts and underpants were quickly pushed down. They were all fully aroused. Even though they weren't going to do anything that they couldn't have done in Nicky's bedroom, on a warm, sunny day, there was something special about having sex out in the open, an element of danger that somehow made it even more exciting.
They spent the first few minutes taking turns to suck and fondle each other, all of them getting hornier by the second.
"Okay," Sean asked. "What are we going to do now?"
"Have you brought the lube?" Joel asked, turning to Nicky.
"Of course!" Nicky answered, producing the tube of K-Y.
"Right!" Joel said, turning back to Sean. "You fuck me first, only don't touch my cock. Then afterwards, I'll fuck Nicky."
"That's cool!" Sean agreed.
Less than a minute later, Joel was bent over, his hands around a small tree-trunk, the teenager's five-inch cock thrusting in and out of his bottom. Sean was ecstatic, fucking the twelve-year old remorselessly, spurred on by the younger boy's moans and whimpers. There simply was no better feeling. It didn't take long.
"Here it comes!" he warned.
In the next instant, Joel felt the hot teen spunk spurting into his boy-hole. Instinctively, he tightened his anal ring, determined to milk every last drop. After a short pause, Sean gently withdrew. As he stepped to one side, Nicky moved to where Joel had been. The twelve-year old was more than ready, his penis throbbing in anticipation.
As Nicky bent over, Joel stuffed his prick into the ten-year old's rosebud. Within a few seconds, he was jack-hammering into the lad as though it was the last chance he'd ever get. Sean licked his lips, his eyes glued to the action. Watching these two cute boys going at it was the hottest thing he could imagine.
"Ooooh!" Nicky groaned. "Play with my cock!"
Reaching down, Joel wrapped his fingers around the younger lad's throbbing spike. Almost immediately, it came to life in his hand, Nicky's rosebud spasming around his cock.
"Come on, Joel!" Nicky begged. "Give me your spunk!"
"Yes! Yes!" Joel responded. "It's coming!"
Holding the top of Nicky's thighs, he slammed right in. His dick swelled and jerked, little jets of boy-juice squirting into the ten-year old's bum. He was overwhelmed. After feeling isolated for so long, he'd finally met two gorgeous boys who wanted the same things that he did.
As Joel carefully pulled out, Sean wrapped his arm around the twelve-year old's shoulder.
"You're really special," he said quietly, looking Joel right in the eye. "I mean that."
Leaning forwards, he drew the lad into a passionate kiss. For a moment, Joel tensed up, struggling to process what was happening. But suddenly, he relaxed, melting into the teenager's arms, their tongues intertwined.
"If you ever need me," Sean whispered, breaking the kiss, "I'll be here for you. That's a promise."
Joel looked up at him, his eyes sparkling. Finally, it all made sense. Sean was going to be the special friend that he'd been longing for, caring for him in a way that nobody else ever had. After pulling up their underpants and shorts, the boys strolled back towards the flat, Sean and Joel the happiest they'd ever been.
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It was five past twelve when the buzzer sounded.
"Yes?" Tim said into the intercom.
"Daddy, will you let us in please?" Nicky piped.
After pressing the release button, Tim went to the front door. Leaving it slightly ajar, he returned to the lounge. After a couple of minutes, he heard the boys come in, closing the door behind them.
As Nicky and Joel wandered into the younger boy's room, chatting animatedly about this and that, Sean headed to the lounge.
"You're looking very pleased with yourself," Tim commented. "Have you had a good time?"
"Wonderful, thank you sir."
"Tell me about it," Tim suggested.
Sean quickly recounted the events that had taken place in the woods, finishing with the kiss that he'd shared with Joel.
"I'm really pleased for you," Tim said warmly. "You're exactly what Joel needs."
"I'm not sure about me being what he needs," Sean countered. "He's definitely what I need!"
"So are you up for a bit more fun?"
"What does this tell you?" Sean responded, running his fingers over the hard bulge at the front of his skin-tight shorts.
"I'd say that was a `yes'," Tim answered, smiling. "Come on then!"
With the other boys still chatting in Nicky' room, Tim led the way to the master bedroom. Without hesitation, they began to undress each other. As soon as he was naked, Sean made to get onto the bed. Tim stopped him.
"Come in here," he instructed, opening the door to the wet-room.
As he stepped inside, Sean noticed the dispenser of Astroglide sitting on the wash basin. He realised immediately why it was there. He grinned. Although he had no idea what had given his teacher the idea, it was certainly different.
After turning on the shower, Tim guided Sean under the warm water. Squeezing out some shower gel, he began to massage the boy's body. Becoming turned-on even more than he already was, Sean reciprocated. Within a couple of minutes, they were both wet and soapy.
Kneeling down, Tim rinsed the soap off the thirteen-year old's penis. Leaning forwards, he took it into his mouth and began to suck. Sean's eyes widened. The suction was incredible, way better than normal. He'd never felt anything like it.
"Oooh, sir!" he groaned. "You'd better stop. I'm nearly coming."
Tim quickly let him go. Immediately, they swapped places. Within seconds, Tim understood perfectly. The sensations were quite indescribable.
"Okay," he said quietly. "Up you get!" Helping the lad to his feet, he turned him to face the side of the toilet bowl. "Now bend over there!"
With Sean in position, Tim picked up the Astroglide, working a little into the youngster's anus and smearing some over his cock. He shuffled in close. It was the moment he'd been waiting for.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Having shown Joel out, Nicky headed into the lounge. He knew that Sean had gone in there to speak to his dad. But the room was empty. `Surely,' he pondered, `Sean wouldn't have gone home without saying goodbye?'
He returned to the entrance hall. The door to the master bedroom was closed, as it invariably was. For a moment, he listened outside. He couldn't hear anything. Somewhat nervously, he opened the door and looked in. There was no-one there, but with the bedroom door now open, he could hear the sound of running water.
`Why's Daddy having a shower in the middle of the day?' he wondered. Then the penny dropped. Sean and his daddy were in the wet-room together, and he was almost certain he knew what they'd be doing.
Nicky quickly undressed. Seeing two piles of clothes on the floor, he put his next to them and crept silently to the wet-room door. Taking a deep breath, he opened it.
The mischievous grin spread right across his face. With the shower still running, Sean was bent over the toilet, exactly as he himself had been just a few days earlier. Standing behind, his daddy, still all wet and soapy, was fucking the lad senseless, accompanied by the wonderful slap, slap, slap of wet skin colliding with wet skin.
Trotting across to the other side of the toilet, Nicky knelt on the floor. Leaning forwards, his lips closed over the teenager's penis.
"Oh fuck!" Sean swore.
Within an instant, he exploded. Three volleys of teen-cum spurted into Nicky's mouth, while at the same time his starfish went into spasm around his teacher's thrusting cock.
"Oh yes!" Tim growled. "Now I'm going to give you what you need!"
Tightening his grip on Sean's thighs, he deposited a major load of semen in the thirteen-year old's bottom.
Easing himself away, Nicky got to his feet.
"Daddy told me you make lovely spunk," he said, grinning and licking his lips.
"I thought I was going to get that," Tim quipped. "Greedy boy!"
"Oh," Nicky countered. "I'm sure you've tasted it lots of times, haven't you daddy?"
Tim couldn't stop himself smiling. His son's ability to engage in that sort of verbal sparring was quite exceptional for a boy of his age. Better still, the lad actually had the confidence to do it. After turning off the shower, he handed out towels.
"Sir," Sean asked. "Why did you use the Astroglide? We were already in the shower. I thought you'd have just used shower gel."
"I could have done," Tim agreed, "but I wouldn't recommend it. You should never put soap up there; it's an irritant. It stings like hell!"
"Oh, right!" Sean said, grinning. "I'll remember that!"
As soon as they were dry, they returned to Tim's bedroom and began to dress.
"Will it be okay if we go to Northlands again this afternoon?" Sean asked politely.
"Sure!" Tim agreed. "You might as well make the most of the good weather. And we've not got long left. We're due at Nicky's mum's for Sunday lunch, and the next day we'll be back at school."
"Thanks!" Sean acknowledged, smiling appreciatively.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It was just after ten o'clock when Tim and Nicky climbed into bed.
"Have you had a good day?" Tim enquired, drawing the boy to him.
"Yes thanks, Daddy. It's been amazing!"
"So what would you like now?" Tim asked, gently running his hands over the youngster's naked body.
"I'd like you to fuck me."
"Oh, you are such a sexy boy! Haven't you had enough of that today?"
"Well, I took Joel's this morning and Sean's this afternoon. It was great, but it doesn't compare with you doing it."
It was music to Tim's ears.
"Well," he purred, throwing back the bed covers. "I guess we'd better get you ready. Get on all fours, there's a good boy!"
With Nicky in position, he moved around behind, working his tongue into his boy's well-violated rosebud.
"Oh, Daddy!" Tim whimpered. "That feels so good!"
To Nicky's surprise, the preparations continued. Having become accustomed to taking his daddy's cock, there was no real need to use the dildos beforehand, but for some reason, it happened anyway.
"Are you ready for my cock?" Tim enquired, removing the larger dildo.
"Yes, daddy!"
"Okay!" Tim said quietly, pulling a pillow into the middle of the bed. "Lie down for me."
So that was it, Nicky realised. He lowered himself into position, his boy-parts resting on the pillow. It had hurt a couple of days earlier when Graham had fucked him like this. Now his daddy was going to do it, and he was even bigger. But it was okay. Although the entry had been painful, once Graham had got going, it had been fantastic.
Having retrieved Nicky's underpants from where he'd hidden them, Tim knelt between his son's legs, slathering Astroglide over his prong. Holding the skimpy briefs in one hand and his base of his dick with the other, he got down on top, his cockhead nuzzling the youngster's anal ring.
"You've been asking for this," he whispered "Now you're going to get it!"
Taking a deep breath, he forced his penis through his son's rosebud.
"Ohhh, daddy!" Nicky squealed, shocked by just how painful it was.
Without a second thought, Tim reached forwards, stuffing Nicky's underpants into the boy's mouth.
"Keep quiet for daddy!" he ordered. "There's a good boy! It'll feel really good soon!"
Very steadily, he pushed down, his hard prong slowly advancing along the ten-year old's wonderfully tight tunnel. Finally, he hit bottom, his pubic bone pressed tight against the youngster's buttocks.
After taking a deep breath, he got to work, fucking the boy with long powerful thrusts. Nicky scarcely knew where he was. Although the pain was still there, it no longer seemed to matter, his daddy's heart pounding against his back, the man's musky aroma acting like some sort of erotic drug, and that beautiful cock thrusting repeatedly over his sex-gland.
Having his underpants in his mouth simply added to the experience. Summoning all his strength, he began to push his hips upwards to meet his daddy's downward thrusts, just as he had with Sean and Graham.
Tim could hardly believe what was happening. When he'd fucked Sean and Mark in this position, they'd simply lain there and allowed him to get on with it. But not horny little Nicky! He wanted more! Reaching forwards, Tim removed the gag from between his boy's teeth.
"Oh, you sexy little boy!" he rasped. "You love having daddy's cock up your bum, don't you?"
"Oh yes, Daddy! You're the best!"
"And you're my boy, aren't you?"
"Yes Daddy!" Nicky confirmed, pumping his hips even harder. The result was inevitable.
"Oh, Daddy" he gasped. "I'm getting the tingles!"
Instantly, he began to shudder, his penis swelling and jerking against the pillow, his boy-hole alternately flaring and tightening around his dad's invading prick.
"Oh, yes!" Tim growled. "Now take daddy's spunk!" Holding the youngster's upper arms, he pumped his biggest ever load of cum into his boy's bottom.
After a few seconds, he carefully pulled out. Having rolled onto his back, he lifted Nicky up, carefully lowering his son face-down on top of him.
"What an amazing boy you are!" he purred. "I'm so proud of you! Are you okay?"
"Yes thanks, Daddy. My bum's a bit sore, but I'll be fine! You shot lots of spunk, didn't you, Daddy?"
"Yeah! That's how horny you got me! Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Dunno. Sean was fucking me like that and I just did it. It felt awesome!"
"Are you going to need the toilet?"
"I think so. I really like to keep your spunk inside me, but this time I don't think I'll be able to."
"Go on, then!"
He watched in admiration as Nicky disappeared into the wet-room. He was, he decided, the luckiest guy on the entire planet.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
The following day, it was quarter past twelve when the boys returned from their trip to the woods.
"You look like you've been enjoying yourselves," Tim commented as they appeared in the lounge. "Do you have anything planned for this afternoon."
"Not really," Sean responded.
"Nicky and I usually go to the swimming pool for the kids' fun session. I wondered if you two might like to join us?"
"That's fine with me," Sean responded, grinning. "What d'you think, Joel?"
"Yeah, I guess," he replied nervously.
"Can you swim?" Tim asked.
"Yes, but I'm not very good."
"Don't worry about it," Sean said, smiling, placing a protective arm around the twelve-year old's shoulders. "We'll look after you."
Tim and Sean looked at each other, both of them realising that there was more to Joel's nervousness than he'd told them.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
At ten to two, the buzzer sounded.
"Yes?" Tim demanded, speaking into the intercom.
"It's Sean and Joel," the teenager announced. "We're ready to go."
"Okay," Tim answered. "We're coming down."
A couple of minutes later, they piled into the car for the short drive to the pool. After Tim had paid for them all, they headed into the changing area. As usual, Tim and Nicky parked themselves on one of the open benches and began to get changed. Tim was pleased to see Sean and Joel joining them, only to be disappointed when he discovered that they'd already got their swimming shorts on. After stowing their clothes in a locker, they made their way towards the pool.
"The reason Joel was a bit nervous about this," Sean whispered into Tim's ear, "is that the last time he was here, he got picked on by some boys he's at school with."
"Okay," Tim responded. "Let's make sure we keep him close."
Once they were in the water, it was clear that although Joel could swim, he was considerably less confident than the other boys. With the fun session having only just started, there were plenty of floating mats available.
"Fancy a battle?" Sean suggested, grinning.
"Sure!" Tim agreed. "Joel, you're with me. Sean, you've got Nicky."
Tim helped Joel to climb onto their mat.
"Prepare to repel pirates!" he announced as the other pair paddled towards them, knowing that he could deal with anything that Sean and Nicky could throw at them, even if Joel did absolutely nothing.
And so it proved. As soon as the other boys were close enough, Tim flipped their mat over, depositing its occupants in the water.
"Well done!" he said brightly, smiling at Joel.
One of the qualities that made Tim such a successful teacher was that in order to get the boys to believe in themselves, he praised every little success they achieved. This was no different. As the battle resumed, Joel found himself joining in more and more. To his surprise, he was beginning to enjoy it.
Moving on to the diving boards, Tim continued to work with Joel, helping him, encouraging him, and praising his efforts. Joel was awestruck. His dad never talked to him like that. Neither did any of his teachers. He'd realised that Sean and Nicky liked Tim a great deal. Finally, he understood why.
After a few turns on the diving boards and the water slides, they returned to the shallow end. A couple of minutes later, Sean took Tim to one side.
"See those boys," he whispered, nodding towards four youngsters who were playing close by. "They're the ones!"
The boys kept glancing across at Joel, as though looking for an opportunity to get him on his own. Standing up, Sean folded his arms across his chest and gave them the hard stare. The would-be aggressors swam away.
"Nice one!" Tim said, smiling. "I think they got the message."
"Arseholes!" Sean muttered.
Tim allowed himself a smile, reflecting that two of the bullies had very nice arses, with holes ripe for a good fucking. He kept the thought to himself. Finally, he and his three charges returned to the changing area and went into the showers.
Sean and Joel were not surprised when Tim took off his speedos. It was something adults often did. But they were shocked when Nicky followed suit, not seeming in the least bit concerned that there were people looking at him.
Having collected their clothes, Tim and Nicky returned to the bench where they'd changed beforehand. To Tim's disappointment, Sean and Joel disappeared into separate cubicles. That, he reflected sadly, was just the way things were.
"I couldn't have stripped off in the showers like you two did," Sean said as they drove back to the flat. "I wanted to, but I just couldn't. I'd have got a hard-on."
"Oh, we're used to it," Tim replied. "It's what we've always done."
"Will it be okay for us to come over in the morning?" Sean asked as they got out of the car.
"Sure," Tim said, "but you won't be able to go to the woods. Nicky and I have to be on the road by half past eleven. There won't be time."
"That's fine!" the teenager answered, smiling. "We'll see you then!"
Getting onto their bikes, Sean and Joel peddled away. Tim wondered if they'd go back to the woods. As it was only half past three, he guessed they probably would.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
On entering the flat, Tim immediately shepherded Nicky into the master bedroom.
"Are we going to have some fun, Daddy?" the boy asked, grinning up at him.
"That's the idea," Tim said, smiling back. "I thought we should do it now, rather than at bedtime. This evening, I want you to have a bath. Tomorrow, when your friends come round, I don't care what else you get up to, but I don't want them to fuck you. We won't have time for you to get cleaned up again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Tim nodded appreciatively. Nicky was smart. He knew that they couldn't afford to arouse his mum's suspicions. When the lad returned home, everything would appear to be exactly as it should. Having sensuously undressed each other, they snuggled up on the bed, kissing passionately.
After a while, Nicky began to trying out some of the tricks that Mark had taught him, licking and nipping at his daddy's nipples. Tim revelled in the sensations, marvelling at his good fortune. The two weeks that he and Nicky had spent together had been the most magical time of his life. All he'd planned to do was to take his son's cherry; everything else had been a bonus.
Snaking around, Nicky began to suck his daddy's appendage, working his way down until he was taking it right down his throat. Tim gently stroked the lad's hair, revelling in the exquisite sensations. `How was it,' he wondered, `that the boy had become so proficient?'
"Easy, Tiger!" he warned.
Nicky slowly pulled off.
"Was that good, Daddy?" he enquired, admiring his dad's glistening penis.
"Wonderful! My turn now!"
Rolling Nicky onto his back, Tim plunged down on his boy's throbbing cock, sucking it hungrily. After a few seconds, he pushed his hand between Nicky's legs and began to finger-fuck him. Nicky was in ecstasy, and this, he knew, was just for starters. After a couple of minutes, Tim pulled away, allowing his finger to slide out of Nicky's bum.
"Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?" Nicky asked.
"Yes. Is that what you want?"
"Yes Daddy. How do you want me?"
"Any way you like. You choose."
"Can we do it like we did last night? I don't mind you stuffing my pants in my mouth if I make a noise. I liked it!"
"You sexy little boy!"
"Daddy," Nicky asked, slathering Astroglide over his daddy's cock. "Will you spank me like you did with Mark?"
"Are you sure?" Tim queried, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Daddy; I really want to try it. And I am a naughty boy, aren't I?"
Having never once smacked the lad, Tim had mixed feelings about spanking him now. But it was what his son had asked for. He wasn't going to say no.
"Okay then," he conceded, placing one of the pillows in the middle of the bed. "Get on all fours."
Nicky moved into position. Tim raised his hand. Rather tentatively, he administered a smack to the youngster's bottom.
"Oooh!" Nicky gasped, clearly not in the least discomfited.
Lifting his arm higher, Tim delivered a second, much harder blow.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Nicky cried out, before sinking down over the pillow, his legs spread apart. "Come on, Daddy!" he begged. "Stick it in me!"
Moments later, Tim's cock speared into his bottom, the stinging pain combining with the thrill of being pinioned by his daddy's cock.
"Arrrggghhhh!" he cried, even louder than before.
Tim picked up his son's underpants, the back slightly soiled with his friends' spunk.
"These will keep you quiet," he rasped, stuffing them into the youngster's mouth.
He could hardly believe how horny he was. Although Nicky had always been a snuggle-bunny, he couldn't have predicted that the ten-year old would be as eager for sex as he'd become; the lad simply couldn't get enough of it. In a way, it was just as well. When they went to the Syndicate, the boy would be getting lots of daddy-cocks up his bum.
Tim wondered if he'd produce as much spunk as he had the previous night, but after an excellent night's sleep and a relaxing day, he was confident he'd be able to give the lad what he needed. Pulling back several inches, he slammed right in again.
Within seconds, he was fucking the boy with long, powerful thrusts. The warmth and tightness of the youngster's sex-tunnel were quite unparalleled, spurring him on to ever greater efforts, the sensations becoming more and more intense. In response, Nicky began to work his hips, just as he had the night before.
"Ooooh!" Tim growled. "You love having daddy's cock up your tight little bum, don't you, Nicky?"
With his underpants still in his mouth, Nicky was unable to answer. Once again, Tim pulled them out.
"Well?" he demanded.
"Oh, yes Daddy! It feels so good!"
"Oh yes! You're my boy!"
"Daddy! Daddy! I'm getting the tingles!"
Just as he had the previous night, Nicky shook from head to toe, his penis swelling and jerking against the pillow, his much-violated starfish going into spasm around his daddy's cock.
"Oh, yes!" Tim gasped triumphantly. "Now take what I've got for you!"
Burying his cock as deep as he could, he fired rope after rope of creamy spunk into the youngster's bottom. Finally, it was over. He lay there, his head spinning, a completely spent force. He'd just experienced the ultimate fuck, with the cutest, sexiest boy he would ever meet, who just happened to be his own son. It simply couldn't get any better.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
They spent the rest of the day quietly. After eating dinner – Tim's signature lamb hotpot followed by home-made apple and apricot crumble – they snuggled up together on the sofa.
"That was yummy," Nicky commented. "Mummy never cooks anything like that."
"It's the school holidays," Tim reminded him, ruffling the boy's hair. "I've had plenty of time."
In fact, Nicky's growing friendship with Sean and Joel had given him far more time than he'd expected. Preparing the sort of meals that he knew the boy would like had been a good way to keep himself occupied.
Later in the evening, Nicky had his bath, returning to the lounge wearing only briefs and a tee-shirt. At ten o'clock, they went to bed. Unusually, Nicky kept his underpants on.
"Good night, Daddy," he said, giving Tim a sensuous kiss. "Thanks for giving me such a great holiday."
Within a minute, he was fast asleep, his head resting on his daddy's chest. Tim felt as though he was floating on a cloud. Right at that moment, he had everything he'd ever wanted.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Tim woke to the sensation of Nicky stroking his penis.
"Good morning, sexy!" he whispered.
"Good morning, Daddy! Did you sleep well?"
"Like a log! I always do when I'm with you."
"Me too! Are we going to have some fun?"
"Sure, but I need a pee first."
Getting out of bed, Tim strode into the wet-room. After a pee and a shave, he returned. Slipping back under the covers, he drew Nicky to him.
"Remember what I said, okay?"
"Yes, Daddy!"
"Okay," Tim said, tugging gently at the ten-year old's briefs. "We'd better get these off."
Over the next twenty minutes, they kissed, they fondled, they sucked. Finally, they traded blow-jobs, Nicky swallowing every drop of his daddy's spunk.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It was quarter to ten when the buzzer sounded. Having checked who was there, Nicky pressed the release button to allow his friends into the building. As soon as the boys entered the flat, Tim called Sean into the lounge.
"Nicky's all ready to go home," he explained quietly. "I don't care what else you get up to, but he's not to be fucked, okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine," Sean said, smiling.
"After you've gone, all he has to do is change into the clothes that he arrived in, and we'll be on our way."
"You mean he doesn't wear those skimpy little shorts when he's at home?"
"No way! His mum would have a fit! He dresses just like all the other boys do."
"Oh, I see!" Sean said, grinning. He paused for a moment. "Sir," he went on. "I want to thank you for the way you helped Joel yesterday. You really got through to him. Afterwards, he couldn't stop talking about it."
"I didn't really do anything much," Tim protested.
"It was the way you spoke to him, sir. It didn't surprise me. You were just like you are at school. I wouldn't have done nearly as well as I have if it hadn't been for you. You got me to believe in myself."
"It's very nice of you to say that," Tim said quietly, feeling a little embarrassed. "Now off you go and enjoy yourself! You've got an hour!"
As Sean headed to Nicky's bedroom, Tim settled onto the sofa to read the Sunday Times. A few minutes later, Sean reappeared, wearing only his briefs.
"Sir," he asked tentatively. "I don't want to be cheeky, but would it be okay for us to use the wet-room?"
Tim looked the teenager up and down. He regarded the wet-room as part of his private space. On the other hand, he liked Sean a great deal. He didn't want to put a damper on proceedings.
"Okay," he said guardedly. "Try not to make a mess."
"Thanks sir!" Sean answered, his smile lighting up the room. He paused again. "If you want, sir, give us about ten minutes then come and join us. We might have a nice surprise for you."
Before Tim had the chance to question him any further, he made his way out of the lounge to rejoin his friends. Tim was intrigued. This would be the boys' last opportunity to spend time together until the following weekend. With Nicky having given him a quite wonderful blow-job just a few hours earlier, he'd been quite happy to allow them the space to get on with it. But they, it seemed, had other ideas.
Around ten minutes later, Tim put down the newspaper. Strolling into his bedroom, he began to undress. Apart from the sound of running water, it all seemed fairly quiet. Naked, he moved to the wet-room door. Not at all sure what he was going to find, he opened it.
He caught his breath, his eyes widening. Joel was in the position that Nicky and Sean had previously occupied, bent over the toilet, his hands resting on the seat. Standing behind him, half under the shower, Sean was giving the twelve-year old's boy-hole a serious pounding, the tops of his wet, soapy thighs slapping noisily against his younger friend's equally wet bum. Standing on the other side of the toilet, Nicky was fucking Joel's mouth.
Tim was captivated. Three beautiful boys engaging in uninhibited, full-on sex; for him it was the most erotic sight possible. As he watched, Nicky and Sean each reached their climax, Nicky's stiff little prick swelling and jerking in Joel's mouth, Sean pumping his teen spunk into his boyfriend's bottom. A few seconds later, they both withdrew.
"Tim," Joel said, looking up. "Would you like to fuck me again?"
Caught off-guard, Tim hardly knew what to say.
"I'd love to," he responded, "but is that what you want, or have these two talked you into it?"
"No, I want you to. I'm ready now."
"You know there'll be no turning back once I've got my cock inside you?"
"Yes."
"Okay then."
Picking up the Astroglide from the wash basin, Tim smeared some over his rampant prong. Moving into position, he lined it up with the youngster's rosebud. With one hard, well-directed thrust, he was in.
"Oh yes!" Joel gasped. "Ohhhhh!"
Holding the tops of Joel's thighs, Tim drew the boy onto him. The twelve-year old's boy-hole was almost as tight as Nicky's, but as soft as velvet. The sensations were out of this world.
"You've got a beautiful little bum," Tim breathed. "So what d'you want now? Tell me!"
"I want you to fuck me!"
Pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside, Tim set to his task: in, out, in, out; slap, slap, slap, slap; he was giving it everything he had.
"Go on, Daddy!" Nicky encouraged. "Give him your spunk!"
"Ohhhh!" Joel gurgled. "I need to cum! Please Tim! Wank me off!"
Tim didn't respond, his hands still firmly around Joel's thighs. In any case, it was too late. He was almost there.
"Here it comes!" he growled. "Now take my daddy-spunk! Oh, yessssss!"
Maintaining his grip on Joel's thighs, he fired rope after rope of man-cream into the youngster's rectum. After a few seconds, he carefully pulled out.
"Turn around!" he ordered, kneeling on the wet-room floor.
As Joel turned to face him, he devoured the lad's throbbing prick. Instinctively, Joel grabbed Tim's head, eagerly fucking the man's mouth. It lasted only a few seconds, his little jets of boy-juice hitting Tim's palate and coating his tongue.
"Mmmmm!" Tim purred, easing himself away. "More delicious boy-cum! Are you okay?"
"Yeah!" Joel confirmed, grinning. "That was fantastic!"
Once again, Tim was on a wonderful, post-orgasmic high. If he'd been trying to devise a perfect ending to their Easter break, he couldn't have come up with anything better.
After they'd dried themselves, they made their way back into the master bedroom.
"Sir," Sean enquired. "Wouldn't you like to have Nicky living here all the time?"
"Maybe," Tim said, giving the boy a wry smile. "But it's not going to happen. Nicky's mum does a super job of bringing him up. She has to do all the boring stuff, like making sure he behaves properly, making sure he's doing okay at school, looking after him when he's sick, all of that. And she has my total support. You know that, don't you, Nicky?"
"Yes, Daddy!"
"After we graduated from university," Tim went on, "Nicky's mum and I didn't fall out. We went our separate ways. We agreed that it was important that Nicky had a relationship with both of us. I'm the lucky one; I get to do the fun bits. The arrangement we have may not be perfect, but it's pretty good. What we have to do is to make the best of it."
"Yes sir," Sean acknowledged. "I understand."
A few minutes later, Sean and Joel were on their way home, and Nicky was once again dressed in the clothes he'd been wearing on the day he'd arrived. Picking up his son's holdall, Tim led the way to the car park.
As the car bowled along the main road, he glanced across at Nicky, who was sitting quietly next to him. It had been an amazing holiday, Tim reflected. The boy had arrived not even having lost his cherry. Just over two weeks later, he was returning home as a fully-fledged daddy's boy. It could not have gone better.
THE END
Thanks for reading! Please look out for more stories about Nicky, Tim and the others.
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