Tim & Nicky: Joining the Syndicate

By Pink Panther

This is the first sequel to my story Tim & Nicky's Easter Break which I finished posting a few weeks ago. If you've read that story, this should all make reasonable sense. If you haven't, the opening paragraph provides an introduction. There is one reference that may need a little explanation. Andrew, who is mentioned in this story but does not appear, is Tristan's older son. Together with his brother Finlay, he is away at boarding school when these events take place.

As this story introduces a number of new characters, I have provided a list, which I have submitted as Tim & Nicky Supplement, to explain who's who.

This story is an unapologetic sex-romp involving daddies and their underage sons. Although there is an underlying story, the timescale is extremely short, with events taking place over a period of just a few hours. If this is not what you want to read, you're in the wrong place! All the usual disclaimers apply!

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It was Saturday, three weeks after Easter. All the arrangements had been made. As the result of a chance meeting, Tim and his ten-year old son Nicky were going to join The Syndicate, a daddy-son sex-club. That afternoon, they would drive to The Lodge, the big old house where the club met. Because the place was difficult to find, Tim had agreed to pick up Graham, another of the daddies, and his son Mark, so that Graham could direct him.

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Nicky had spent the morning with his friends, twelve-year old Joel, and Sean, who was thirteen. He returned to his daddy's flat at quarter to twelve.

"Hello, Tiger!" Tim greeted. "Have you had a good time?"

"Yes, thanks Daddy!"

"So what did you get up to?"

"We messed about for a bit, then Sean fucked me."

"Just you?"

"Yes, he's going to do Joel this afternoon."

"Oh, I see! Well, you'd better have a quick bath and put on some clean underpants. And don't hang about. We've got an hour, and we need to have some lunch before we go."

"Yes Daddy!"

An hour later, they were on their way. Other than wearing school shoes rather than trainers, Nicky was dressed much as he usually was, in skimpy black shorts, equally skimpy white briefs and a football top.

At ten past one, they arrived at Graham and Mark's house. Nicky quickly moved to the back seat so that Graham could sit next to Tim. Their route took them out into the country, onto remote, narrow lanes.

Graham glanced back at the boys, who were sitting on the back seat, gently stroking each other's thighs.

"These two are wonderfully tactile," he commented approvingly.

"Of course!" Tim responded, smiling. "That's how we've brought them up, isn't it?"

Finally, they arrived at an entrance guarded by a security gate. Under Graham's direction, Tim punched a code into the keypad. The gate swung open and they drove into the grounds. After driving through woods for another three minutes, they arrived outside The Lodge.

Tim was impressed. Although it wasn't fancy, the large building looked neat and well-cared for. Several cars were already parked up, including a nearly-new Range Rover and a BMW SUV, which Tim recognised as belonging to Brad, the daddy that they had met on Easter Saturday.

"Let's go inside," Graham said as they got out of the car. "I'll introduce you."

Leading the way to the front door, he rang the bell. The door was opened by a tall, good-looking man whom Tim judged to be in his late thirties, around the same age as Graham.

"Graham!" the man said, smiling broadly. "You made it, then!" He turned to Tim. "I'm Tristan," he continued, turning on his old-school charm by warmly shaking his new guest's hand. "You must be Tim, and this young man must be Nicky! Brad and Graham have told us so much about you. We're delighted that you've decided to join us! Unfortunately, my two boys, Andrew and Finlay are away at school. They're really disappointed to be missing this."

Tim looked Tristan right in the eye. Their host was looking lasciviously at Nicky and obviously liked what he saw.

"Thanks for the invitation," he responded. "This is an impressive place you've got here."

"Oh, it was almost a ruin when I inherited it. Brad did an amazing job on the refurb. This is mainly down to him."

Tristan turned, beckoning to a tall, slim youth who was standing a few feet behind him.

"Ryan," he said, smiling. "This is Nicky. Will you take him to the changing area, please? Show him where his locker is. You know the drill."

Nicky followed Ryan out of the entrance hall, looking up admiringly at the young boy-god. The lad was a few inches taller than his friend Sean, with shiny, chestnut brown hair and deep brown eyes. Nicky thought he was very good looking.

Ryan showed him into a large square room with benches and lockers where a few other boys, including Mark, were getting changed.

"This is your locker," Ryan said, pointing to the one with Nicky's name on it. "Every time you come to The Lodge, you come in here and change into your uniform. So that's what we'll do now."

After placing their uniforms on one of the benches, they began to undress. Being totally unselfconscious, Ryan stripped right off, giving Nicky a close-up view of his penis. The ten-year old couldn't take his eyes off it. It wasn't hard, but he felt sure that when it was, it would be bigger than any of the other boys' he'd seen. He was certainly hoping to get his mouth around it, and maybe even take it up his bum.

In response, Nicky quickly pulled his underpants down. Ryan sucked in air, hoping that before the afternoon was over, he'd have the opportunity to fuck this sexy ten-year old. Most of the other daddies would want him too, Ryan reflected.

Tristan would have the lad straightaway. Then, after a short break, Nicky would then choose one of the other daddies to have sex with him. Ryan wondered who the newbie would pick.

They began to pull on their uniforms, white briefs much like the ones Nicky had just taken off, white short-sleeved shirts and grey knee-length socks. Next, Nicky put on the pair of grey shorts that he'd been given. They were made of the same material as the ones that he wore for school, but fit him much more snugly, and rather than reaching down to his knees, the legs extended only a few inches below his crotch.

"You look really good in those," Ryan whispered, before he and Nicky donned their black school shoes.

Sitting on the bench, Nicky looked around at the other boys. In their brief grey shorts, he thought they all looked very sexy. In addition, they were all wearing name badges. Mark, Ryan, Craig and a boy wearing the name-tag `Peter' each had a black crest on their breast pocket. Nicky's shirt was plain, as was Haydon's, a boy a little bigger than he was. He wondered if it was the older boys who wore the crest. It certainly seemed that way.

Suddenly, the door flew open and another boy hurtled into the room. Though not as tall as Nicky, the lad was much chunkier, with very muscular thighs, bright blue eyes and an unruly mop of fair curly hair.

"Hi Simon!" Ryan greeted as the lad pulled off his street clothes and threw on his uniform.

"Everyone's here now," he whispered, turning back to Nicky. "Tristan will call us through in a minute."

Simon's shirt was plain too, Nicky observed.

"What's the crest for?" he asked quietly, turning to Ryan.

"To show we can cum."

Nicky grinned. So that was what it meant!

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With Ryan having taken Nicky into the changing room, Tim was left alone with Tristan.

"Just let me fill you in on what's going to be happening," Tristan said quietly. "As you know, Nicky will be with me. I will then ask him to choose one of the older boys to join us. Ideally, I'd like him to pick one he hasn't been with before, but it is up to him. If he feels more comfortable with Mark or Craig, that's fine. I'll then invite one of the other daddies to make up a foursome. You don't need to worry about that. He'll be there to give the older lad what he needs. Once we've sorted that out, as our new member, you'll have first pick of the other boys, followed by the rest of the guys."

"Sounds okay so far," Tim agreed.

"Now our tradition is that the new boy is initiated down here in the lounge, with everyone watching. One of the reasons for that is to reassure you that your lad is not being mistreated."

Tim nodded. Though not totally happy with the idea, he could see Tristan's point.

"You may have some reservations about that," Tristan added perceptively. "Let me tell you from experience that it's most unlikely that Nicky will be in the least bit bothered by it. Anyway, once we've finished, you and the rest of the guys will take your boys upstairs for half an hour. Whether you want to take the lad you've picked for a one-to-one, or to team up with one of the other daddies to make up a foursome is entirely up to you, but if you do go for a foursome, please remember that they work best if one of the daddies is with a younger boy and the other one with an older lad. Any idea at this stage what you'll want to do?"

"As I'm new to this, I think I'd rather take the boy for a one-to-one. Where will I take him?"

"I've allocated you the room closest to the top of the stairs. You'll see your name on the door. The rooms are all much the same, with a double bed and en-suite facilities. And let me say that the boys are all totally comfortable in this situation. I'm sure that whichever one you pick will give you a wonderful time."

"Thanks!"

"We then take a short break; tea and cakes for us, cola and ice cream for the boys. Finally, the boys choose which daddy they went to go with. Once again, as our new member, Nicky will have first pick. The boy who was last to be selected on the previous round will pick next, and so on. The same rules apply about twosomes and foursomes, only this time, the boys get to choose."

Tim smiled, appreciating the careful thought that must have gone into devising this system. Not only were boys and daddies treated as equally important, the arrangements offered something to everyone.

"Right!" Tristan concluded. "Let me show you into the lounge."

He led the way into a large airy room. On one side of the room was a double bed, dressed with a bottom fitted sheet and a few pillows. Facing one side of the bed were three comfortable-looking sofas.

"Sit wherever you like!" he said, smiling. "I'll leave you to it!"

Tim looked around. The two guys he'd met, Brad and Graham, were sitting on one of the sofas with another guy who looked to be much the same age. They were talking animatedly. The other two sofas each had one occupant. A tall, slim man whom Tim judged to be in his late forties was on one; a smaller, younger-looking guy, with dark hair and a trim physique occupied the other.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" Tim asked the younger-looking guy.

"Of course!" the man replied, smiling warmly. "Make yourself comfortable! I'm Ed."

"Tim."

They shook hands.

"New to this, then?" Ed enquired.

"Yes, very much so."

"So were we. Don't worry; it's all very friendly. From what I've been told, your boy's pretty adventurous."

"Yes; he's always been like that. He'll try anything. How old's your lad?"

"Haydon's eleven. He's a lovely lad; I'm so proud of him!"

Just then, a small, wiry guy who looked older than any of the other daddies hurried into the room, parking himself on the sofa with the tall, slim guy. A moment later, Tristan appeared.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen!" he greeted. "Everyone has now arrived. We'll just allow Simon a couple of minutes to put his uniform on. Then we'll get started."

He disappeared again. So the guy who'd just arrived had to be Simon's daddy, Tim concluded. He turned to Ed.

"Who's the very tall guy?" he whispered.

"That's James," Ed told him. "He's Peter's daddy; very well-endowed. But don't worry about it. He only goes with the older boys."

"Right! So the guy sitting with Brad and Graham must be Ryan's daddy, right?"

"Yes, that's Keith. The older guy's Phil, who's Simon's daddy."

Tim nodded sagely, not wanting to say that he'd already worked it out.

"Not biologically though," Ed continued. "He adopted Simon after he married the boy's mother. But don't jump to conclusions. It's not what you'd think. The fact that they're here is mainly down to Simon."

Their conversation was interrupted by Tristan's reappearance.

"Right, gentlemen!" he announced. "It's time to make a start." He opened the door at the far side of the room from where Tim was sitting. "Okay boys!" he instructed. "Come in please!"

Tim watched entranced as seven boys made their way into the lounge and lined up in front of the bed. He could hardly believe it. Dressed in white sleeveless shirts, short grey shorts, long grey socks and black shoes, they looked like prep school boys from the 1970s.

He scanned the line, trying to take it all in. Nicky and two other boys were wearing plain white shirts. He noted that one of them was quite small, had a mop of fair curls, muscular thighs and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. From what Graham had told him, Tim knew that this had to be Simon. The other one was around an inch taller than Nicky and not quite as slim. Tim guessed that this would be Haydon, who looked like a really sweet kid.

Tim also noticed the embellishment on the shirts of the other four boys.

"What's the significance of the crest?" he whispered, turning to Ed.

"They're the spunkers."

"Oh, right," Tim responded, a little annoyed that he hadn't realised.

He checked out the older boys. He'd met Craig and Mark previously, and he'd encountered Ryan a little earlier. Craning forwards, he read `Peter' on the remaining boy's name badge. The lad's appearance was problematic. On the positive side, he was a little over five feet tall and had beautiful long legs, slim but with just the right amount of muscle definition. On the other hand, his upper body was scrawny, his arms looking like bits of string. He had long, straight hair that hung down over his ears and brushed his shirt collar. Although it was just light enough to be described as fair, it looked dull and lifeless. With a small mouth and narrow, slightly weak chin, the boy certainly couldn't be described as pretty.

"Peter isn't the cutest, is he?" Tim whispered, leaning across to Ed.

"No, but he does have hidden charms."

"Such as?"

"A big cock for his age, lots of spunk and a beautiful bum."

"Oh, right! So how old is he?"

"He's twelve. He's also highly intelligent. I think all our boys are above average academically, but he's the pick of the bunch."

"Oh, I see!"

Which boy would he choose, Tim pondered? He'd been with Craig and Mark before. He'd rather have someone different. Ryan was very good looking, but standing around 5'6", he was too tall to be Tim's first choice. Peter just wasn't cute enough. That left only two boys in the running.

"Okay!" Tristan announced. "As you know, some new members have come to join us, Nicky and his daddy Tim. As usual on these occasions, the new boy and I are going to make up a foursome. So I'll start by asking Nicky which of the older boys he'd like to join us. Nicky, may I say that although you can choose any of them, it would be best if you picked one that you haven' been with before, so that would be either Ryan or Peter. So could you tell us who it is to be?"

"I'd like it to be Ryan, please," Nicky answered confidently, receiving a generous round of applause from both boys and daddies.

"Excellent!" Tristan responded. "That leaves me to choose one of the daddies to complete the quartet. Nicky and Ryan, would you go and sit with James, please."

Accompanied by more applause, Ryan, looking like the cat that swallowed the cream, strode across to where the tall guy was sitting, with Nicky following behind.

"Right!" Tristan continued. "As you know, it's now Tim's turn to choose. Ideally, it should be a boy you haven't met before today. Could you tell us who it's going to be?"

"I'd like it to be Haydon," Tim said, clearly enough for everyone to hear.

"Thanks!" Ed whispered in Tim's ear. "He'll be so pleased. Simon gets picked ahead of him every time."

With applause from everyone present, Haydon, grinning from ear to ear, went across to Tim, sat on the sofa and snuggled right up.

"And will this be a one-to-one, or will you be looking to make up a foursome?"

"A one-to-one," Tim replied.

Over the next few minutes, each of the other daddies made their selection, apart from Graham whose turn it was to sit out.

"Thank you!" Tristan said warmly. "Now let's get this show started!"

James, Ryan and Nicky got up from the sofa and joined Tristan on the bed. With the other boys sitting with the daddy who'd selected them, the action began. Tristan and Nicky began undressing each other, while James and Ryan did the same.

Tim looked on apprehensively, unsure how Nicky would react to performing in front of an audience. However, Tristan's prediction proved correct. Nicky was completely relaxed, almost as though the audience wasn't there. As his snow-white underpants were removed to expose his stiff prick, a ripple of appreciation went around the room.

"Beautiful little bum!" Ed breathed, grinning at Tim.

"Would you like to find out what I've got for you?" Tristan asked, kneeling on the bed.

Nicky reached into the opening in Tristan's boxer shorts and extracted the man's penis. He licked his lips. It was about the same length as his daddy's, but a little slimmer. Sucking it would be an absolute pleasure.

Getting himself onto all-fours, he took it into his mouth. He began to suck, gradually working his way further and further down, a collective gasp going up as he took it into his throat.

"That's fantastic!" Ed whispered into Tim's ear. "Craig and Ryan are the only ones who can suck like that!"

Although James and Ryan were also getting it on, it was the new boy that the audience wanted to see. Nicky revelled in the attention, eager to show everyone how sexy he was.

Over the next few minutes, Tristan and Nicky kissed, fondled and sucked each other. Finally, there were more appreciative sounds as Nicky lay on his back, holding his legs up with his knees close to his shoulders, so that Tristan could lick him out.

"Okay James," Tristan called. "I think it's time we let these boys have some fun together."

Tristan and James retired to the corners of the bed furthest from the audience, Ryan and Nicky moving to the space front and centre. Nicky grinned broadly. At five and a half inches long and fully four inches around, Ryan's cock was considerably bigger than any of the other boys he'd encountered, just as he'd expected it to be.

With Ryan lying on his back. Nicky knelt over him, expertly running his tongue up and down the teenager's shaft. After around ten seconds, his lips closed over it and he began to suck. As the difference in height precluded a sixty-nine, Ryan pushed up onto his elbows, eagerly working his tongue into the ten-year old's rosebud.

Just as he had with Tristan, Nicky gradually worked his way down the older boy's prong until he was taking it right down to the root, raising a quiet but enthusiastic response from the audience. Ryan could hardly believe what was happening. The sensations that his new friend was giving him were absolutely exquisite.

"Take it easy!" he warned, his tongue sliding out of Nicky's anus. "I don't want to cum yet!"

Having carefully let him go, Nicky turned his head, giving Ryan his characteristically mischievous grin.

"Are you ready?" Ryan asked.

Nicky nodded. Taking a tube of K-Y from beside the bed, Ryan squeezed some onto Nicky's fingers, the ten-year old eagerly slathering it over the older lad's dick.

"Okay," Ryan instructed. "Get onto all-fours."

"Can't we do it with me lying on my tummy?" Nicky asked.

"Yes," Ryan whispered, placing a pillow directly below Nicky's midriff. "But we'll start like this so everyone can see my cock going into your boy-hole."

After smearing some K-Y around his younger friend's starfish, Ryan shuffled in close, guiding his prick onto its target. As Nicky pushed out, he thrust it in.

"Ooooh!" Nicky purred.

Placing his hands around the tops of Nicky's thighs, Ryan pushed in deeper. He savoured the tight little sheath that was gripping his prong, the audience murmuring appreciatively. As he drove over Nicky's sex-gland, the ten-year old's penis twitched excitedly. Moments later, he bottomed out, his pubic bone pressed tight against the ten-year old's buttocks.

After a brief pause, he began to fuck the boy with long, measured thrusts. Gradually, he increased the pace, drawing more murmurs of approval. After around a minute, he stopped.

"Okay," he whispered. "Down you go!"

With the teenager's cock still inside him, Nicky carefully lowered himself until his boy-parts were resting on the pillow.

"Oh, yes!" he gasped, spreading his legs wider apart. "Come on, Ryan! Fuck me hard! I want your spunk!"

Immediately, Ryan set to work. He was consumed by lust. Nicky had the hottest, tightest boy-hole he'd ever encountered, and he was determined to make the most of it. Within a matter of seconds, he was giving the ten-year old a serious pounding.

As soon as he was settled on the pillow, Nicky joined in the action, rhythmically pushing up his hips to meet Ryan's downward thrusts. With his penis being rubbed back and forth against the pillow, he was in ecstasy, the sensations of sheer pleasure quite indescribable.

The audience was spellbound, especially the boys. When they were fucked in this position, they simply lay there and took it. Nicky, it seemed, had found a way to make it even more exciting. After barely twenty seconds, the ten-year old shook violently, his legs flailing, his fingers clawing at the mattress.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" he gasped, his prick swelling and tingling, his starfish going into spasm around Ryan's cock.

"Wow!" one of the boys called out. "He's having a dry cum!"

"Go on, Ryan!" the teenager's daddy urged. "Give him what he wants!"

With the thirteen-year old already past the point of no-return, the admonition was hardly necessary. Buried deep in Nicky's boy-hole, Ryan's cock jerked into action, rope after rope of teen cum spurting into the younger boy's tunnel.

After a few seconds, Ryan gently withdrew. Turning to face each other, the boys kissed passionately. Finally, Ryan went back to James, while Nicky rejoined Tristan.

"Did you enjoy that?" Tristan asked, drawing Nicky to him. "It certainly looked like you did."

"Yes, thank you!" Nicky confirmed. "It was amazing! Ryan's really nice, and he's got a beautiful cock!"

"You did superbly! I thought you might be a bit nervous, but you weren't at all."

Tristan began to stroke the boy's penis. Nicky responded by snuggling even closer, enjoying the man's gentle, sensuous touch. Glancing across, Nicky caught sight of James's cock. It was huge, at least eight inches long, with girth to match.

`Wow!' he reflected. `I'm glad I won't have to take that monster!'

After sharing a passionate kiss, Tristan and Nicky took turns to suck each other.

"Okay," Tristan asked quietly. "Are you ready?"

"Yes!"

"Good!" Tristan went on, coating the boy's fingers with K-Y. "Lube me up then!"

Nicky complied without hesitation, eager to have Tristan's cock inside him.

"Right!" Tristan said, placing a pillow at the foot of the bed. "Let's do this!"

He lay on his back, his head resting on the pillow.

"Okay," he instructed. "I want you to kneel astride my chest, facing towards me."

Nicky did as he'd been asked, his knees close to the man's armpits. Sliding a hand between the boy's legs, Tristan grabbed his own appendage, holding it upright.

"Could you move back a bit?" he requested.

Nicky shuffled backwards, his bum making contact with the head of Tristan's cock.

"Excellent!" Tristan said, beaming. "You know what to do now, don't you?"

Nicky grinned and nodded. He knew exactly what to do. Reaching beneath him to get the man's dick right onto his starfish, he sat down, pushing out as he did so, drawing murmurs of appreciation as Tristan's penis penetrated his anal ring. Very carefully, he lowered himself a centimetre at a time, until finally, he was sitting on the man's thighs.

Ryan walked around to the foot of the bed. Standing with his feet apart, he bent over, leaning over Tristan's upper body to rest his hands on either side of the ten-year old's knees. James moved in behind. There was a collective intake of breath as the man's plus-sized cock thrust into the teenager's boy-hole.

As soon as James's cock was fully inside him, Ryan bent down lower, his mouth closing over Nicky's throbbing spike.

"Okay!" Tristan declared. "James, Nicky; let's do it!"

Even though he'd never done it like this, Nicky needed no instruction. Placing his hands on Ryan's head, he pushed his hips upwards, forcing his prick deeper into the teenager's mouth. He then rapidly sat back down to impale himself on Tristan's cock.

For the first time ever, he was the one in control, able to make his hip thrusts as long and as fast as he wanted. He found it exhilarating. It was even more exciting than when Joel had sucked him off while he'd sat on his daddy's lap; his excitement raised still further by having a perfect view of James's huge cock as it pounded in and out of Ryan's bum.

Tristan was in boy-heaven. Nicky's bum was amazingly tight, just as Brad and Graham had told him, and the way the lad was bouncing up and down was quite extraordinary. Absently reaching upwards, he began to fondle Ryan's steel-hard prong.

Nicky knew from the outset that he wouldn't last long; the wonderful tingling sensations building with every thrust. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. He bucked wildly, his penis swelling and jerking in Ryan's mouth, his rosebud spasming around Tristan's cock.

The ten-year old's anal contractions taking him right over the edge, Tristan pressed down hard on Nicky's thighs to hold the lad in place, several volleys of man-cream spurting powerfully into the youngster's bottom.

Moments later, James's balls churned into life. Prodigious quantities of semen surged through his cock and flooded into Ryan's boy-hole. Not to be left out, Ryan had his second ejaculation of the afternoon, droplets of teen spunk splattering Tristan's stomach.

Finally, it was over, two seconds of silence being followed by a generous round of applause. For most of those present, it had been one of the best shows they'd ever witnessed, and Nicky had been sensational.

Very gently, the participants disengaged. Picking up their uniforms, Ryan and Nicky headed back to the changing area, spunk trickling from their boy-holes. They each made their way into one of the toilet stalls. After evacuating the two lots of spunk that he'd taken, Nicky emerged to find Ryan waiting for him.

"I'm going to have a quick shower," the teenager said. "Do you want one? There are plenty of towels."

"Yeah, okay!"

After Ryan turned them on, the boys got under the relaxing warm water.

"This wouldn't work too well if we all wanted one," Nicky commented, noting that there were only two shower heads.

"That doesn't matter. All the bedrooms have their own shower room. If any of the others want a shower, they'll do it up there."

"Oh, right!" Nicky answered, grinning.

After a couple of minutes, Ryan turned off the showers. Returning to the bench where they'd left their uniforms, they began to towel themselves dry.

"So have you enjoyed it so far?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah! It's been amazing!"

"You were fantastic! The way you were going up and down on Tristan's cock; I don't think I've ever seen anyone do it as hard as that!"

"Ooops!"

"No, it's good! That's why everyone applauded. Tristan hardly knew where he was!"

After pulling on their uniforms, they strolled back into the lounge, flopping down on one of the sofas.

"We can relax for a bit now," Ryan said, drawing Nicky close. "It'll be twenty minutes before the others come back."

"Cool!" Nicky responded, snuggling even closer.

"Could I ask why you picked me?" Ryan enquired.

"Tristan asked me to choose someone I hadn't been with before, and you're much better looking than Peter."

"Who would you have picked otherwise?"

"Oh, I'd still have picked you. When I saw you getting changed, I sort of guessed that yours would be pretty big when it was hard. And it was more exciting to go with someone I hadn't met before."

"Oh, right!" Ryan said, grinning. "Well, I'm glad you did. You're the best!"

"Thanks!"

"So if I'm top of your list, who would you put second?"

"Craig."

"Yeah, that figures! You met him and Brad by accident, didn't you?"

"Yeah, at the swimming pool."

"I know Peter's not that cute looking," Ryan said thoughtfully, "but don't write him off. He's very sexy, and he's so clever! I do okay at school. I think we all do, but he's like a super-brain!"

"Oh, right!" Nicky responded. He paused for a moment. "So how d'you manage taking James's cock? It's enormous!"

"It's okay. I've taken it quite a few times; I'm used to it now. It still hurts a bit when it goes in, but once he gets going, it's, like, really exciting. Anyway, you don't need to worry about it. He only goes with the spunkers."

"That's okay then! So what's going to happen now?"

"When the others come back, we have ice cream and Coca Cola while the daddies have tea and cakes. Then we start again, only this time we choose which daddy we want to go with, except that we can't pick our own daddy, or the one we went with just now."

"That sounds good! I didn't know we'd be allowed to choose."

"Yeah! Tristan's very good like that. Because you're new, you'll pick first. Then the last boy to be chosen just now will have the next pick, and so on."

"Wow! So who was the last boy to be chosen?"

"Peter, I think. So d'you know who you're going to choose?"

"Not really. I'll have to think about it."

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As Nicky and Ryan disappeared, the other boys and daddies began to make their way upstairs. Spotting his room, Tim shepherded Haydon inside, closing the door behind them.

"Okay," he said gently. "Take your shoes and socks off."

Sitting on one of the chairs, Haydon quickly complied, while Tim parked himself on the bed to take off his own footwear. Within a few seconds, both sets of shoes and socks had been removed.

"Now come here, please," Tim requested.

With Haydon standing in front of him, he carefully unbuttoned the eleven-year old's shirt, gently pulling it from the waistband of his shorts before slipping it off the boy's shoulders. Sitting back a little, he took in the sight that presented itself. Though nothing exceptional, Haydon's upper body was nicely proportioned, with creamy white skin, small, pale nipples, and a cute innie tummy-button.

"Would you like to do that for me?" Tim asked.

Smiling, Haydon set to work, mirroring what Tim had done almost exactly.

"Good boy!" Tim congratulated.

With Haydon standing in front of him again, Tim unclipped the top of the youngster's shorts and pulled down the zip. Easing them off the lad's hips, he let them to fall to the floor, allowing Haydon to step out of them.

Once more, Tim sat back a little. He licked his lips. This was getting better all the time, the hard bulge in the boy's skimpy white briefs indicating that he was already fully aroused.

"Your turn now!" Tim said, getting to his feet.

Haydon didn't hesitate, undoing Tim's belt and the top button of his jeans before pulling down the zip. Putting his hands inside the waistband, he pushed them down as far as he could, leaving Tim to pull them over his feet.

Seeing Tim dressed only in his boxer shorts, Haydon grinned. Not only was the man very good looking, he'd been very gentle. Haydon liked that.

Resuming his seat on the side of the bed, Tim ran the back of his index finger over the boy's hard, cotton-covered penis.

"I think it's time these came off," he whispered, putting his fingers into the top of the eleven-year old's underpants.

Easing the elastic away from Haydon's body, he expertly skinned them down the youngster's legs, leaving the boy to kick them off. As Haydon stood up, Tim admired his prize, focusing especially on the lad's prick, which was a fraction bigger than Nicky's, with a little nozzle of foreskin projecting beyond the tip.

"You're gorgeous!" he breathed, his eyes sparkling.

Leaning forwards, he took the swollen object into his mouth, expertly sucking it right down to the root. Using his tongue to push back the boy's foreskin, he licked the youngster's small, shiny cockhead while gently running his hands up and down the eleven-year old's silk-smooth thighs.

"Oooh, Daddy Tim!" Haydon cooed. "That feels really good!"

Allowing the boy's prick to slide out of his mouth, Tim looked up, grinning.

"You know what comes next, don't you?" he asked, standing up again.

Taking care not to snag the man's penis, Haydon carefully pulled down Tim's boxer shorts.

"Wow!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. "Your prick is just like daddy's!"

"And is that good?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Come here!" Tim invited, moving across onto the bed.

Moments later, he had Haydon wrapped in his arms, the boy's rock-hard spike pressed against his stomach, their lips meeting in a gentle, sensuous kiss. Although the eleven-year old possessed none of Mark's expertise or Nicky's passionate enthusiasm, Tim found the kiss no less satisfying. Haydon was a sweet, gentle kid. The way he kissed simply spelt it out.

"Mmmmm!" Tim purred, breaking the kiss. "That was beautiful!"

"Daddy Tim," Haydon asked. "Would you like me to suck you?"

"Sure, if you're okay with that."

Snaking around, Haydon rested his head on Tim's stomach, his lips closing over the head of the man's prick. After taking a deep breath, he began to suck. Smiling beatifically, Tim lay right back, gently stroking the boy's dark, silky hair.

Predictably, Haydon was very gentle. He was quite limited too, only able to get around halfway down. But he was so attentive and so sensuous, Tim could not have cared less. It was neither better nor worse than the experience that Nicky gave him. It was just different.

After a couple of minutes, Haydon let him go.

"Ohhh!" Tim gushed. "That was so good! Right! My turn!"

Taking up a similar position to the one Haydon had been in, he took the youngster's cock fully into his mouth. It was so hard and springy, so full of life; sucking it felt glorious.

Slipping his hand between Haydon's legs, Tim gently massaged the boy's perineum. Delighted by his admirer's ministrations, Haydon began to emit quiet moans and whimpers. Very slowly, Tim worked his way back until he was touching the lad's rosebud. Eventually, he pulled away.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked, smiling.

"Oh, yes! It was super!"

"Okay, get on all fours for me!"

With the boy in the classic `Z-shape' position, Tim knelt down behind, his tongue lapping insistently at the youngster's starfish. He pushed it in. Once again, Haydon moaned and whimpered.

Taking the tube of K-Y from his jeans, Tim coated his index finger, inserted it into the eleven-year old's anus, and began to finger-fuck him. After a minute or so, he allowed the digit to slide out. Squeezing out a little more lubricant, he smeared it on either side of the youngster's rosebud.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes! How d'you want me?"

Taking one of the pillows, Tim placed it in front of Haydon's knees.

"On your tummy, please; there's a good boy."

Obediently, Haydon lowered himself into position, the pillow beneath his hips. He spread his legs. Tim knelt between them, lubricating his cock. Then, getting down on top, his glistening prong homed in on the youngster's anal ring. Taking a deep breath, he pushed it in.

"Ohhhhh, DaddyTim!" Haydon gasped. "Oh, that feels wonderful!"

"Are you ready for some more?"

"Oh, yes!"

Tim pushed down, his prick steadily advancing into the boy's tight little tunnel. Within a few seconds, he was there, his pubis in contact with the youngster's bottom.

"You've got a lovely little bum!" he whispered. "So what d'you want now?"

"I want you to fuck me!"

"Oh! You are so sexy! Let's do it!"

Tim set to work. Beginning quite slowly, he gradually built it up until he was into the perfect rhythm, giving the lad exactly what he'd asked for.

"Oh, Daddy Tim!" Haydon moaned. "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!

Suddenly, the youngster's body was wracked by crazy spasms, his starfish alternately flaring and tightening around the man's invading cock.

"Oh, yes!" Tim rasped triumphantly. "Now take my daddy spunk!"

A moment later, he ejaculated, rope after rope of creamy semen spurting deep into Haydon's delightfully receptive bottom. After a brief pause, he gently withdrew.

"Was I a good boy?" Haydon asked.

"Oh, you were wonderful!" Tim assured him.

Rolling onto his back, Tim lifted the lad up, placing him face-down on top of him.

"That was exactly what I needed," he said, smiling upwards. "It couldn't have been better!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Ryan and Nicky sat on the sofa, gently stroking each other's thighs. Suddenly, boys and daddies began to appear from upstairs.

"Look at these two lovebirds!" Simon teased, bouncing across to stand in front of Ryan and Nicky. "Are you boyfriends now?"

"Not yet," Ryan answered, smiling. "But we're working on it."

Simon promptly disappeared, heading for the kitchen/diner.

"Simon's a great kid," Ryan whispered into Nicky's ear. "Let's go and get some ice cream before it's all gone!"

Standing up, they followed the other boys. Nicky wasn't convinced by what Ryan had just said, considering the curly-haired Simon to be a little too full of himself.

A few minutes later, the boys and their daddies were assembled in the lounge, just as they'd been before.

"Okay, boys!" Tristan announced. "Now it's your turn! Nicky, you've got first pick, so which daddy would you like to go with? Ideally, it should be one you haven't been with before."

"Ed!" Nicky announced.

"Excellent!" Tristan responded. "Off you go!"

Grinning broadly, Nicky strode across to the sofa, parking himself on Ed's lap.

"Thank you!" Ed whispered, nuzzling the boy's ear. "To what do I owe the honour?"

"Well, you look nice," Nicky responded. "And Daddy likes you!"

"Okay, Peter!" Tristan announced. "You're next! And it can't be me; I'll be sitting out."

"Tim, please!" the boy replied confidently.

Tim swallowed hard. He'd have got around to Peter eventually, but the matter had been taken out of his hands. A moment later, the twelve-year old was snuggled up next to him. Within a couple of minutes, all the selections had been made.

"Would you guys be interested in making up a foursome?" Ed asked, turning to Tim. "What d'you think, Nicky?" he went on, addressing the boy sitting on his lap. "Would you like that?"

"Yes, okay," Nicky agreed. "But when we come to, . . . you know, I want you to do it with me lying on my tummy!"

"Oh, you like that, then?" Ed asked playfully.

"He loves it!" Tim told him, giving Ed a wry grin. He turned to Peter. "Is that okay?" he asked.

"Yes, sure!" Peter answered. The lad was almost salivating, the prospect of having sex with Nicky an unexpected bonus.

They made their way upstairs, Tim leading them into the room he'd used earlier. Having closed the door, he turned to Peter.

"Okay, take your shoes and socks off!"

Over the next few minutes, he reprised the routine he'd followed with Haydon. With his shirt removed, Peter's upper body looked even scrawnier, but with bigger hands than Haydon or Nicky, he was very efficient in returning the favour.

"Great body!" the lad said admiringly. "I thought you would have!"

"Thanks!" Tim responded.

Peter's shorts went next, followed by Tim's jeans. Clad only in his briefs, Peter certainly looked to be quite big, Tim assessed, and his thighs and bum were a delight. He'd reached the moment of truth. Sitting on the bed, he carefully removed the twelve-year old's underpants.

He breathed in sharply, his eyes widening. Peter's cock was a good five inches long, around the same length as Craig's or Sean's, but considerably thicker, roughly half the head exposed beyond the boy's foreskin. On a scrawny lad of Peter's age and height, it looked magnificent.

"Most impressive!" Tim breathed.

Leaning forwards, he devoured it, the head touching the back of his throat. He sucked it steadily, savouring the taste and taking in the youngster's musky aroma. After around half a minute, he moved back up, working his tongue over Peter's shiny cockhead. Finally, he let the boy go.

"May I see what you've got now?" Peter asked, smiling.

"Of course!" Tim replied, getting to his feet.

Peter quickly removed the man's boxer shorts.

"Very nice!" he said, running his fingers along Tim's rampant prong. "About the same size as most of the others."

"Really?" Tim queried.

"Yes," Peter responded. "My daddy's is the biggest. Phil's, that's Simon's daddy, is the smallest. The others are all very similar. Keith's might be a bit bigger than the rest, but there's not much in it."

Tim was impressed. For a twelve-year old, Peter had articulated it very well.

"Ed told me you were a bright lad," he commented. "What sort of things are you interested in?"

"Well, I love Greek mythology, but that's just a hobby. When I'm old enough, I want to go to Cambridge to do theoretical physics."

"You do well at school, then?"

"Yes. Last year I got a scholarship to Tarrington Grammar School. It's independent, so most of the boys have to pay, but because I got a scholarship, Daddy doesn't have to pay for me. I love it! Every year, several of the boys go on to Oxford or Cambridge."

"That's an all-boys' school, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Tim nodded sagely. Peter didn't just have a good brain; he had the drive and ambition to make use of it. A school like Tarrington would be perfect for him.

Without waiting to be asked, Peter knelt down. After going down on Tim's cock, he began to suck. Though not quite in Nicky's class, he was very good, his head bobbing up and down, his nose stopping just short of Tim's pubic bush. Instinctively, Tim ran his fingers through the boy's long hair. Compared with Haydon's, it felt coarse; like linen rather than silk.

"You can stop now," Tim instructed, keen not to cum before he was ready.

With Ed and Nicky occupying the top end of the bed, Tim and Peter positioned themselves near the foot. Having snuggled up, they locked their lips together, their tongues performing an erotic dance. Peter was very good, Tim decided. Though not as affectionate as Mark, he was still a class act.

"Tim!" Ed called. "Are we letting these two have some fun together?"

"Sure, as long as you're okay with it."

"Yeah, that's fine!"

Tim and Ed moved to the chairs facing one side of the bed, allowing the boys to snuggle up together.

"I never expected you to have one that big!" Nicky whispered, fondling Peter's cock.

"Second only to Ryan, aren't you Peter?" Ed suggested.

"Yeah! Out of the spunkers, Ryan's the biggest and Mark's the smallest."

"Where does Andrew fit in?" Tim asked.

"His is much the same as Craig's." Peter told him.

"So about the same length as yours, but not as thick?"

"Yeah! The three of us compared them during the Easter holiday."

"Nice!" Nicky said, grinning.

"I thought you were superb in the foursome earlier on," Peter whispered into the ten-year old's ear. "I was hoping I'd have the chance to go with you."

"So who were you with, you know, before the break?"

"Phil; Simon's daddy."

"What did you do?"

"The usual."

"Did he fuck you?"

"Of course!"

"What was it like?"

"It was okay."

The non-committal answer set off an alarm bell in Nicky's head.

"Did you cum?"

"No. Phil's cock's not the biggest, and he doesn't fuck that hard, so I didn't. He did though."

"Good! So you'll have lots of spunk for me, yeah?"

"Definitely!"

"Watching your daddy fucking Ryan was amazing. His cock's huge!"

"Ryan's daddy's favourite. That's why Tristan asked Daddy to join the foursome. Daddy and I quite often meet up with Ryan and his daddy, Keith."

"Do you sleep over?"

"They sometimes sleep over when they come to our place. We can't sleep over at theirs; their house is too small."

"You and Ryan know each other pretty well," Ed interjected. "Don't you, Peter?"

"Yeah! Of course, Ryan's older than me; he's bigger too, so I'm always a bottom when I'm with him."

"Don't you mind?" Nicky queried.

"Oh, no! Ryan's cool!"

"So what else do you do?"

"Well, after Ryan and I have done our thing, we have a foursome, much like the one you were in earlier. If they're stopping over, Keith sleeps with me and Ryan sleeps with daddy."

"Do you have sex again?"

"Not then, but the next morning Ryan and I both get a good fucking!"

"Cool!"

Quite spontaneously, they boys moved into a sixty-nine. As they sucked, each boy stroked the other's perineum. With a height difference of only a few inches, it worked beautifully. Finally, they pulled themselves apart.

"So are you ready to take my cock?" Peter asked.

Nicky grinned and nodded; his enthusiasm quite obvious.

"Come on then!" Peter urged, making to get off the bed.

"Can't we do it with me lying on my tummy?" Nicky demanded.

"No!" Peter countered, shaking his head. "You're going to get that later, remember? I want to do you standing up!"

Accepting the older boy's proffered hand, Nicky stepped off the bed.

"You'll need this," Tim said, passing him the tube of K-Y.

Reaching the end of the bed, Nicky smeared lubricant over the twelve-year old's prick.

"Peter," Tim requested. "Before you stick it in, put some K-Y around Nicky's boy-hole, okay?"

"Sure!"

Standing with his feet well apart, Nicky bent right over, resting his hands on the mattress, while Peter carefully spread K-Y around his rosebud.

"May I smack your bottom?" Peter asked, putting down the lube.

"Yes, if you want," Nicky told him.

"Not too hard!" Tim insisted, looking Peter right in the eye.

"Yeah, that's fine!" Peter assured him. "And it'll only be two smacks. We're not allowed to give any more."

Tim was taken by surprise. Tristan seemed to have rules for pretty much everything. He hadn't banned spanking completely, presumably because some of the boys and daddies enjoyed it, but he obviously didn't want it to become excessive.

Raising his hand, Peter administered a sharp smack to Nicky's bottom.

"Oww!" Nicky protested.

A second smack quickly followed, Nicky's starfish twitching in response. Tim allowed himself a smile. The 'spanking' really hadn't amounted to much. With his skinny arms, Peter wasn't capable of hitting really hard.

Having finished smacking Nicky's bottom, Peter moved in close, guiding his cock onto Nicky's boy-hole. Holding it around the base, he thrust it in.

"Ooooh!" Nicky moaned. "Oh, yeah!"

"Are you ready for some more?" Peter demanded.

"Yes! Just take it slow, okay?"

With his hands around the tops of Nicky's thighs, Peter pushed steadily forward, his penis slowly advancing into the younger lad's tunnel.

"Wow!" he gasped. "You are so tight!"

After a couple of seconds, he thrust over Nicky's prostate.

"Oh, wow!" Nicky exploded, his prick jumping around with a life of its own.

Moments later, he was completely impaled, Peter's firm, flat stomach pressed tight against his bottom. After a short pause, the fucking began. Gradually, it built up until the well-endowed twelve-year old was pounding into him almost as hard as Ryan had.

Tim was enthralled. Peter didn't just have a disproportionately large cock; he knew exactly what to do with it.

"The lad certainly knows how to fuck!" he commented, grinning at Ed.

For Nicky, the older boy's thrusting was everything he could have asked for, the tingling in his penis becoming almost unbearable.

"Please!" he begged. "Play with my cock!"

Happy to oblige, Peter reached down, wrapping his fingers around the ten-year old's throbbing prick. Within seconds it jerked into life, Nicky's starfish going into spasm around his dick.

"Ohhhh!" Peter groaned. "Ohhh, I'm going to cum!"

As he resumed his grip on Nicky's thighs, three substantial jets of sticky boy-juice spurted into his younger friend's bottom. After a short pause, he carefully pulled out, still gasping for breath, his penis so sensitive he could hardly bear to touch it.

While Ed took Nicky onto the bed, Peter walked around to where Tim was sitting, parking himself on the man's lap.

"That was quite a performance," Tim said quietly. "Nicky absolutely loved it!"

"Thanks!" Peter replied, smiling. "He's amazing, isn't he? He's so tight, you'd think it would hurt him, but it doesn't seem to bother him at all."

"Yes, he's certainly surprised me. I thought the same as you did."

"Does he do well at school?"

"I don't think he's quite in your league, but he works hard and does pretty well. I'm confident he'll make it to university."

"It's strange, isn't it? Here we are, having sex with our daddies, which most people think is really bad, but we're all happy, we all work hard and we all do well at school. So why do people think it's so bad?"

"In some instances, daddies make their boys have sex with them. That can't be good."

"No, being forced to do it if you don't want to must be horrible. I understand that. But it's not like that for us. We love what we do!"

"Yes, it's difficult," Tim agreed. "Some people won't accept that at least some boys of your age actually know what they want."

"I think we're really lucky, having a club like this," Peter went on. "There must be other boys who are having sex with their daddies who can't talk to anyone about it because their daddy would go to jail and they'd be taken into care. We've got each other. We all understand about being a daddy's boy. I've made some great friends here. I'm sure Nicky will too."

"I'm sure you're right. Most daddy's boys must feel really isolated, as though they're freaks or something. That must be very difficult."

"Oh look!" Peter said, grinning. "Nicky's going to get fucked again!"

Nicky was lying face-down, a pillow below his hips, his legs spread apart. Ed lowered himself on top, guiding his prong onto the youngster's starfish. Having stuffed it in, he continued to push until the boy was completely impaled.

"Oh yes!" he growled, right in the ten-year old's ear. "I've got my daddy-cock right up your spunky little boy-hole!"

"Yes!" Nicky answered. "Are you going to fuck me, Daddy Ed? I'm a naughty boy. I love being fucked!"

"I certainly am!" Ed confirmed, getting down to it. "Ooooh! You are so tight!"

As soon as Ed had a good rhythm going, Nicky began to work his hips, just as he had when Ryan had fucked him.

"Wow!" Peter gasped, his eyes widening. "Did you teach him to do that?"

"Not guilty, your honour!" Tim quipped. "He seems to have discovered that all by himself."

"It looks like he's trying to get even more of Ed's cock!"

"That's part of it. He's also humping the pillow."

"Yeah! He is, isn't he?"

It was well under an hour since Ed had filled Craig's bottom, and only a few minutes since Nicky's dry-cum. This was never destined to be a quick fuck, but Ed was up to it, maintaining his rhythm, thrusting his penis relentlessly into the youngster's boy-hole. Four minutes passed, almost five. At last, Nicky felt the tingling sensations began to intensify.

"Agh! Agh! Agh!" he whimpered, his breathing becoming harsh and irregular. "Ohhh!" Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" With the muscle spasms shaking him like a rag doll, his boy-cock pulsed insistently against the pillow.

"Ohhhh, you naughty boy!" Ed rasped, the lad's starfish twitching crazily. "Now take my daddy-spunk!"

Thrusting in hard, he pumped three volleys of man-cream into the youngster's tight little tunnel. After a suitable pause, he carefully withdrew, his balls feeling as though they'd been squeezed dry.

"I guess it's my turn now," Peter said, turning to Tim. "Are you going to fuck me like that?"

"As long as you're okay with it."

"Sure! That's how Keith does it after he's slept over. Would you like me to do what Nicky does?"

"Yes, if you want to."

"If he can do it, I'm sure I can!"

Slipping into the shower room, Tim selected a small towel.

"You'd better put this over the pillow, just in case," he said, handing it to Peter.

"There's no `just in case'," Peter replied, smiling. "You fuck hard; Craig told me. I will cum."

After spreading the towel over the pillow, he got into position. Tim licked his lips. The twelve-year old's legs and bum were perfection! And now the lad was performing the ultimate act of submission.

After lubing himself up, Tim got down on top, his cock seeming to find its own way onto Peter's rosebud. With one well-practised thrust it speared into the youngster's soft, tight boy-hole. There was no holding back. Peter wanted it hard, and that was what he was going to get.

Although it wasn't long since he'd filled Haydon's cute little bottom, Tim was well up to the task, fucking the lad remorselessly. After less than a minute, Peter began to work his hips just as he'd seen Nicky do, pushing them up each time the man thrust into him.

"Oh! You really want this, don't you?" Tim demanded.

"Yes!" Peter confirmed. "Ohhh! This is awesome!"

On they went, the movements perfectly synchronised, both of them giving it everything. Tim was totally into it. He no longer cared that Peter wasn't the prettiest boy he'd ever seen; the lad was incredibly sexy and a quite exceptional fuck.

Peter's orgasm struck him like a runaway train. With his whole body going into spasm, his boy-juice squirted powerfully onto the towel.

"Ohhhh! Tim moaned, "Here it cums!"

Holding on as best he could, the youngster's anal contractions milked him dry.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After the boys had used the toilet and had a quick shower, the four of them dressed and made their way downstairs. Leaving Tim and Ed in the lounge, Nicky and Peter headed into the changing area. As Nicky stood in front of one of benches, Simon, wearing not a stitch of clothing, came across to him.

"Hi!" he said brightly, smiling and extending his hand. "I'm Simon! I'm sorry I didn't speak to you beforehand; we were in a bit of a rush. When you were doing the foursome, I thought you were amazing! I was really nervous when I had to do it. We're going to be friends; at least I hope we are."

Nicky was overwhelmed, his earlier doubts about the curly-haired boy completely dispelled.

"Yes," he said, accepting the handshake. "I'd really like that."

After a moment just looking at each other, they hugged.

"Sorry!" Simon said, grinning as he eased himself away. "I'd better get dressed. Daddy's waiting for me."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Back in the lounge, Tim and Nicky met up with Graham and Mark.

"Are we ready then?" Tim asked.

"Sure!" Graham told said.

After saying their goodbyes, they made their way out.

"Who were you with just now?" Nicky asked, looking at Mark.

"James."

"Why did you pick him?" Nicky asked, suddenly realising that the older boy was walking a little awkwardly.

"I didn't have a choice. Straight after you and Tristan had sorted out the foursome, Brad picked me. So when it was my turn to choose, there was only Ryan to follow. The only daddies I had to pick from were Phil and James. But Ryan had already been with James, so I had to. I've never been with him before; he only goes with the spunkers."

"I bet your bum's sore!" Nicky suggested.

"He's had his boy-hole stretched," Graham intervened. "You'll get over it, won't you?"

"Yes, daddy," Mark agreed.

They got into the car. Moments later, they were on their way home.

"Nicky, I thought you performed magnificently!" Graham said, turning to congratulate the boy. "Tristan didn't know what had hit him!"

"Maybe, but I bet he'll want it to hit him again!" Tim quipped.

"Oh, there's no doubt about that!" Graham agreed, grinning.

"Thanks!" Nicky answered. "How well do you guys know Simon?"

"Pretty well," Graham answered. "Why d'you ask?"

"When I first met him," Nicky said quietly. "I didn't like him much. I thought he seemed a bit full of himself. But when we were getting changed just now, he came and spoke to me. He was really nice! I felt so stupid!"

"That's understandable," Graham told him. "Simon can come across as rather brash. It's not an act; it's more like a defence mechanism. Underneath, he's not really like that. As you say, he is really nice."

"So what's that about?" Tim enquired.

"Unlike most of our boys, Simon was very close to his mum," Graham explained. "You don't miss your mum, do you?" he asked, turning to Mark.

"I hardly remember her," Mark admitted.

"Simon never knew his biological father," Graham continued. "Until he was three, his mum brought him up on her own. I think it was pretty tough for them. Then she met Phil. They hit it off, and Simon and Phil really liked each other, so Phil married Simon's mum and adopted the lad. Simon was so lively, Phil was enjoying just being an ordinary daddy. He wasn't doing anything he shouldn't.

Anyway, when Simon was seven, his mum was diagnosed with cancer. She died a year later. Simon was devastated. He kept bursting into tears and he couldn't sleep. Phil did everything he could, but nothing worked. After a few days, Simon asked if he could sleep with Phil. In the circumstances, Phil couldn't say no. So that's what they did, and gradually things calmed down. Then one morning, Phil woke up to find the little monkey playing with his cock."

"You mean he was playing with Phil's cock?" Tim queried.

"Precisely!"

"Now that is naughty!"

"Simon burst into tears when he got caught. He was sure Phil would be angry with him. It came as a big relief when Phil told him that he didn't mind him playing around, as long as he didn't tell anyone."

"I see! I guess things developed from there."

"Yes, but Phil always lets Simon set the boundaries. Let me explain something. I first met Phil a long time ago, when I began secondary school. He was my French teacher. You could say we connected. But after my third year, he moved to another school. We didn't see each other again for over twenty years. Then last September, Mark started at the grammar school. Phil just happens to be the deputy head there. Anyway, Phil and I started chatting. He soon realised what the situation was with myself and Mark. Of course, when I found out about Simon, I suggested that they might like to join The Syndicate."

"Does Phil get involved with any of the boys at the grammar school?"

"No. He says he hasn't done that for a long time. He reckons it's too dangerous now."

"It probably is," Tim agreed. "As you know, I've had one boy at the school where I'm currently teaching, but I won't be looking for any more."

"I'm lucky, aren't I?" Nicky suggested. "I get on well with both mummy and daddy."

"Yes," Tim agreed. "It's an unusual arrangement, but it works for us."

"I hope my bum feels better tomorrow," Mark interjected, turning to Nicky.

"What's special about tomorrow?" Nicky asked.

"Ed and Haydon are coming to visit us," Graham told them. "It'll be their first time. Haydon's a lovely kid, and he's got a beautiful little body. I've filled his boy-hole a few times when we've been at The Lodge."

"He's the only one of the younger boys that I haven't fucked," Mark added. "I'm really looking forward to it."

"And you like Ed too, don't you Mark?" Graham suggested.

"Yes Daddy!"

"Don't worry," Graham assured him. "You'll be absolutely fine!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After dropping Graham and Mark at their house, Tim set off on the last leg of their journey, his son sitting next to him

"Including Sean's," Nicky said proudly, "I've taken five cocks today!"

"And which one did you like best?" Tim asked.

"I'm not sure," Nicky said thoughtfully. "Actually," he added, perking up, "I think I'm still waiting for the best one!"

A smile spread across Tim's face. After they'd had dinner, he'd take the lad into his bedroom and give him the fucking he so obviously wanted.

"And that'll make six, won't it?" he said, playfully stroking Nicky's thigh.


If you'd like to read some more stories about Tim and Nicky's adventures, please write to me at archimededes294@hushmail.com to let me know.