Tim & Nicky Series: Nicky's New Friends

by Pink Panther

This is a three-chapter story the follows on from Tim & Nicky's Easter Break. The title is self-explanatory, so I won't go into any further detail. As all three chapters have been written, I plan to post the story in weekly instalments. All the usual disclaimers still apply. This story depicts sexual activities, many of which are incestuous, involving both underage boys and adult men. If this is not what you want to read, please leave this page now. If, for whatever reason, it is illegal for you to read this type of material, neither I nor Nifty can be held responsible for the consequences if you decide to do so. As always, feedback will be more than welcome. 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 One: Nicky Returns Home

Nicky:

It's Sunday lunchtime when Daddy and I get back to Mum's house.

"Hello!" she says, beaming as she opens the front door. "You're looking well! Have you had a good time?"

"Yes thanks, Mummy!" I tell her. "It's been great!"

Over lunch, I tell her about the trip to the Natural History Museum, and all the exhibits we saw. After a couple of minutes, her eyes begin to glaze over, just like they always do. Yes, she wants to know what I've been up to, but give her too much detail and her concentration goes.

"Then last Tuesday," I go on, changing tack. "We went to Thorpe Park. That was fantastic! There are so many rides there; there was no way we could have gone on all of them. We went on this one ride called `Tidal Wave'. We were first in the queue, so I was able to sit right at the front. Daddy didn't though. He waited and sat further back."

"I've got more sense," Daddy says, grinning. "I knew what was going to happen."

"Anyway," I continue. "They winched us up a really long slope. When we got to the top, we went straight down into this giant water splash. I got soaked!"

Mummy looks at Daddy, raising an eyebrow.

"It was fine," he says reassuringly. "It was a warm day and I'd taken a couple of big towels. You soon dried yourself off, didn't you?" he asks, turning to me.

I smile and nod.

"Boys like to test the boundaries," Daddy goes on quietly, looking Mummy right in the eye. "It's part of growing up. It's best that they do it in a safe environment where the worst thing that's going to happen is that they get a bit wet. In any case, he didn't suffer any ill-effects."

I move on to talk about visiting the British Museum, walking in the woods and going to the swimming pool. I even tell her about playing frisbee and meeting Joel.

"That was a complete accident," Daddy says. "I misdirected one of my throws. Instead of it going to Nicky, this boy who was walking past caught it and threw it back. Well, he looked like he was at a bit of a loose end, so I asked if he'd like to join us. Turned out to be a really nice lad. It was great for Nicky to have some company close to his own age, especially when the weather was miserable."

"Yes, that was lucky, wasn't it?" Mummy says, turning to me.

"Yes, Mummy," I say. "Joel's really nice."

Of course, I don't mention any of the `other' things we got up to, or even the clothes I was wearing. And I definitely don't say anything about Sean.

"I did some washing on Friday," Daddy says casually. "So apart from what he's got on, most of the clothes he brought with him are clean."

"Thanks!" Mummy says appreciatively, not realising that I haven't actually worn any of them.

"So how was your holiday?" Daddy asks.

"Fabulous!" Mum gushes. "It was exactly what I needed."

"Excellent!" Daddy answers. "So is Damon any closer to moving in?"

"Not really," Mum tells him. "He values his independence too much. He doesn't want to commit. You know what it's like."

"Of course!" Daddy says.

Daddy and I give each other a sly grin. We like things the way they are. We're quite happy for Mummy to have a boyfriend as long as he doesn't actually move in. That could make things awkward. But for the moment, it's mission accomplished. Mummy's heard as much as she wants to about my holiday, and things are set to carry on just as they have been.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's Tuesday morning. We've been back at school for two weeks. On Saturday, Daddy and I went to The Syndicate. It was our first visit. We picked a good day. Yesterday we were off school for the May Day Bank Holiday, so I had two days to recover, not that I really needed them.

And what an experience! There were six other really hot boys there. I'd met two of them before, Craig and Mark, but not the others. I went with two boys called Ryan and Peter. Ryan's thirteen and super-hot. On the other hand, when you see Peter in his clothes, he doesn't actually look that special. I mean, he's not what you'd call pretty. But once he's naked, he's like, `Wow!' And considering he's only twelve, he's got a beautiful cock.

You can guess what I wanted him to do with it, and he was happy to oblige! I also went with two of the daddies, Ed and Tristan. They were really nice too. Anyway, Daddy and I had an amazing time! We can hardly wait to go there again.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

One thing's changed since we went back to school. There's a new boy in my class. His name's Chris and he lives just three doors away from me, in what was Mrs Rowe's old house. Mrs Rowe was in her eighties and couldn't cope with the stairs anymore, so she sold the house and moved into a retirement flat.

Chris's family moved in during the Easter holiday, while I was staying with Daddy. There's Chris, who's ten, his brother Ian, who's just turned thirteen, and their mum and dad. It's the first time that a boy in my class lived so close to me.

Fortunately, Chris and I hit it off right away. He's pretty quiet, works hard like I do, and does well in class. He's better at maths than I am; I'm better at English. We both love reading, and neither of us has much interest in sport. That doesn't mean we're useless, probably about average, I guess, but sport doesn't interest us that much.

Chris is nice looking too. Not as tall as me, but not as slim either, more sort of average, with blue-grey eyes, smooth fair hair and a really great smile. Ian, his brother, is almost as tall as Sean, and slim, with really long legs, bright blue eyes and wavy blond hair. He is hot!

Of course, Daddy's told me how important it is not to let anyone know what we get up to, so I try not to think of them `like that'. Chris is a friend and Ian's his brother. That's all there is to it. I have lots of fun at weekends and during the holidays when I stay with Daddy. In between times, I can manage without.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

For the first time since we went back to school, it's a warm, sunny day. I'm wearing my knee-length grey shorts, like I usually do when the weather's good. Chris is dressed the same way: grey shorts with a cargo pocket on one side, much like mine.

They're nothing like the shorts I had to wear when I went to The Syndicate. You should have seen them! Instead of being knee-length, the legs were only about three inches long. Daddy reckons they were like the shorts that boys wore forty years ago, before he was even born! I love them! They're so sexy!

At morning break, I head into the boys' room for a pee. Chris follows me in; nothing unusual about that. What is unusual is that I get the feeling that he's checking me out. Trying not to give myself away, I glance across. I can't see whether he's looking at me, but he definitely isn't peeing. He's fondling his cock, which is, like, semi-hard.

Wow! I hadn't seen that coming! I'd thought Chris was as `normal' as all the other kids. But it doesn't alter anything; I'm not going to come onto him. What will I do if he makes a move on me though? To be honest, I'm not sure. But I'm not going to worry about it. I only got a very brief glimpse. I might be reading too much into it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The rest of the day passes off like any other. By the time we're walking home together, I've almost forgotten about what happened at morning break. We turn into our road.

Chris and I are both latchkey kids. My mum works full-time; so do both of Chris's parents. For the past eighteen months, I've been trusted to let myself in. I'm guessing Chris is in much the same position, except that his older brother will be home soon. We reach our gate.

"D'you want to come in?" I ask, not really thinking about it.

"Thanks!" Chris answers, smiling.

Making our way inside, we head to the kitchen. I take the bottle of cola from the fridge and pour us each glass. We take them up to my bedroom. These are terraced houses, built just over a hundred year ago. Both of our houses have been modernised and the layout changed so that there's a lounge and a kitchen-diner downstairs, and two large bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs.

"You're so lucky, having this room to yourself," Chris says, parking himself on the bed. "I have to share with Ian."

Instinctively, I begin to change out of my school uniform. It's what I always do. I know Chris is here, but I'm so used to getting changed in front of other people, like at the swimming pool, I don't even think about it. I'm down to a t-shirt and boxer shorts when he springs a surprise.

"Nicky," he asks. "Do you play with your dick?"

"Why?" I counter. "Do you?"

"Yes," he admits. "I do sometimes."

"I thought you might," I tell him. "I saw you in the toilets this morning. You were checking me out."

"Sorry," he says, looking embarrassed. "I didn't think you'd seen me."

"It's no big deal," I say, smiling. "Actually, I play with mine too. I think most boys do when they start growing up."

"Oh, right!" he responds, grinning back.

But the thing is, we haven't begun growing up yet, not like that. Most boys don't hit that stage until they're twelve or thirteen. That's what Daddy told me when he got me into playing with mine, you know, before we moved onto the more exciting stuff.

So what's Chris's explanation? From what I saw this morning, he's not even as big as I am. If he's begun playing with his dick, I'm ninety-nine per cent sure that somebody must have showed him what to do. I've got a hard-on now, and I'm guessing my boxers aren't hiding it too well.

"So d'you want to play with mine?" I ask, doing exactly what I'd said I wouldn't.

I regret saying it almost before the words are out of my mouth, but it's too late.

"Yes," he replies, smiling nervously. "If you don't mind."

"Do I get to play with yours afterwards?"

"Sure!"

"And you're not going to tell anyone what we've done?"

"Of course not!"

Moving across to stand right in front of him, I pull up my t-shirt.

"Go on then!" I say.

Rather tentatively, he pulls my boxer shorts down around my thighs. My cock springs out, pointing almost straight up.

"You've got a really nice one!" he whispers, running his fingers along it.

I swallow hard; the sensations are amazing!

"Okay," I say. "Your turn now."

"Do you want me to . . . ?"

"Yeah!"

As I sit on the bed, he gets up and starts to pull his clothes off until he's wearing more or less the same as me, except that he's got briefs on rather than boxers. He stands in front of me, allowing me to pull them down. As I expected, his cock is smaller than mine, around two and a half inches, and quite a bit slimmer.

"Cute!" I say, holding it between my thumb and first two fingers. "Let's get on the bed!" I suggest, removing my t-shirt and kicking off my boxers.

Chris follows suit. Moments later, we're lying on my bed, our pricks touching, gently fondling each other. After all the other stuff I've done, I guess you'd expect that to feel pretty tame, but it doesn't at all.

The thing is, this is a first for me in a couple of ways. It's the first time that I've done something without Daddy being involved. It's also the first time I've done anything with a boy my own age. All the other lads I've been with have been older.

I know I ought to contain my curiosity, but having got this far, I just can't.

"So how did you get into doing this?" I ask.

At first, Chris doesn't answer, looking very uncomfortable.

"Come on!" I urge. "I won't tell anyone, I promise!"

"Ian showed me," he blurts out.

It's like all my Christmases have come at once. I thought Ian was hot the first time I saw him. It turns out he's not just hot, he's into doing sex-stuff with his kid brother. Wow!

"So was it his idea for you to check me out?" I ask.

"Yeah," he admits. "But I won't say anything. I'll tell him that you never noticed and nothing happened."

"You don't have to do that," I say, smiling. "I don't mind if you tell him."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah! Ian's okay, isn't he?"

"Yeah, he's great! So what about you, then? How did you start?"

"I'm not sure, really," I lie. "I've known I was sort of interested for months. I tried checking out some of the other boys in our class, you know, the nice-looking ones. I got nowhere. I never saw anything. You know Jon and Cameron? They never use the stand-ups. They go into one of the stalls, even if they're only going to have a pee. So the only dicks I've seen before today were some younger kids who were a bit careless when they were peeing, and some older guys in the showers at the swimming pool."

"So this is the first time you've actually touched another boy's dick?"

"Yeah!"

"Cool!"

How I managed to keep a straight face while lying through my teeth like that I have no idea, but it had to be done. There's no way I could have told him the truth. Actually, I'm wondering how far Chris and Ian have gone. I'm guessing they didn't stop at feeling each other up, but I can't ask about it now. In any case, it sounds like I'll soon find out.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following afternoon we're back. We don't bother with the glasses of cola; we're both way too horny. As soon as we're in my bedroom, I close the curtains. After taking off our shoes and socks, we begin to undress each other. We don't even talk about it. Somehow, we just know what we want to do. Pretty soon, we're down to our underwear, me in red and white striped boxers, Chris in baby-blue briefs. I run my fingers over his hard bulge, allowing him to return the favour.

"On the count of three," I say, grinning at him. "One, two, three!"

Simultaneously, we pull each other's underwear down, exposing our rock-hard dicks. I can't tell you how excited I am! It's not just about sex. It's about us being in charge, and that's new. After kicking off our underpants, we get onto the bed. We lie with our cocks touching, gently feeling each other up, just like we did yesterday.

"Is this what you and Ian do?" I ask.

"Yes," he says, in a voice that tells me that there's more to it than he's letting on.

He pauses for a few seconds. I can almost see the wheels turning in his brain.

"Nicky," he asks, looking me right in the eye. "Is it okay if I show you something?"

"Sure!"

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Of course!"

Shuffling down the bed, he snakes around, resting his head on my tummy. Holding the base of my prick between thumb and forefinger, he takes it into his mouth and begins to suck. Holy shit! The sensations are unbelievable! I'm used to being sucked off, but this is different. I can sense that Chris is still quite new to it. He's nervous too, nothing like the boys I've been with before. That adds so much to the turn-on; I can't really describe it! Instinctively, I stroke his silky fair hair.

"Did you like that?" he asks, gently pulling away.

"Yeah! It was awesome! D'you want me to try it?"

"Yeah, if you want to. You don't have to, though. I don't mind."

"I want to!"

"Cool!"

Rather tentatively, I get into position. Trying to pretend that I'm as nervous as he was, I run my tongue along his shaft. Finally, I close my lips over it. It's only small, so almost before I realise, I'm sucking it right down to the root.

"Oh, Nicky!" he gasps, ruffling my hair. "That's amazing!"

We lie down again, this time on our backs, our dicks sticking right up. We look at each other.

"I told Ian," Chris says.

"And?"

"He wants to meet you."

"When?"

"Tomorrow, if that's okay. He says that instead of us coming here, you should come to our house."

"That's fine. I'll have to be back here by half past five though."

"No problem! Ian will be home by four. We'll have loads of time. So what d'you want to do now?"

"Will you suck me again?"

"Sure!"

Within a couple of seconds, he's back at it. I can't believe how good it is. Seriously, it's like he's transported me to a totally different planet.

"Please don't stop!" I beg.

Actually, there's no hint of him stopping; he doesn't even slow down. The tingling just builds and builds until I'm shaking and twitching, my fingers digging into the mattress. Suddenly, my cock jumps into life, swelling and pulsing in his mouth. After a few seconds, he lets me go.

"Wow!" he breathes. "You must have really liked that!"

I just lie there looking at him, unable to speak. As soon as I've got my breathing back under control, I return the favour, going for it one hundred per cent, just like he did. It takes a good two minutes, but eventually I get the warning signs, his muscles tightening, his breathing becoming harsh and ragged. Moments later, I get my reward, his prick jiggling between my lips. After waiting for it to stop, I gently pull away, grinning mischievously.

"Nice one!" I tell him.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

On Thursday afternoon, it's twenty to four when Chris and I get back to his house. He lets us in and leads the way into the kitchen.

"Ian said to wait for him to get back," Chris says, pouring us each a glass of cola.

I'm already quite nervous. I'm not scared, but this is a step into the unknown. The unsettling part is that for the first time I'm on their territory, rather than Chris being on mine. Having to wait just makes it worse. There are butterflies in my tummy and my heart's beating way faster than it usually does. I just tell myself to stay calm.

Just before four o'clock, the front door opens and Ian breezes in.

"Hi!" he says, smiling warmly. "Pleased you could make it! Shall we go upstairs?"

His smile settles me down. I really want this! I follow him up to the back bedroom that he shares with Chris. It's been done out really well, with two single beds, built-in wardrobes and storage, and a desk and chair each. They might have to share, but it's a great room.

With the curtains closed, we take off our shoes and socks. Getting up from his chair, Ian stands in the middle of the floor.

"Come here!" he says, smiling at me again.

With me facing him, we begin to undress each other, just like Chris and I did yesterday. His touch is amazing, firm but gentle, like he really knows what he's doing. I guess he does. I'm well into it. I'll do whatever he wants.

I help him off with his school shirt. His chest's quite scrawny, like Peter's, but his arms aren't as skinny. Nice! Of course, being at the grammar school, he's wearing long trousers. After undoing the belt, I unfasten the top button and pull down the zip. They immediately fall to the floor. I lick my lips. He's wearing a pair of black and grey boxer briefs, and the bulge that I'm looking at tells me exactly how horny he is.

Pulling off his school trousers, he stands up again. His legs are amazing, long like Sean's, but slimmer. As I fondle his hard bulge, he gets my shorts down. I kick them off, leaving me just in my boxers. For a second, we stand there grinning at each other.

"Okay," I say, taking the initiative. "On the count of three; one, two, three!"

We pull each other's underwear down. My eyes are out on stalks. His cock's around four and a half inches long and quite slim, his pee-hole just poking out of his foreskin. A pair of beautiful, balls is hanging below. Wow! Instinctively, we begin to fondle each other.

"Chris told me you've got a nice one," Ian whispers, his fingers working wonders on me.

Kneeling down, he takes me into his mouth and begins to suck. Oh yes! He is seriously good at this! I run my fingers through his thick, blond hair, revelling in the amazing sensations and wondering just how far things are going to go.

After a couple of minutes, he lets me go and stands up again.

"Your turn now!" he says, smiling.

I swallow hard. I need to get this right. As far as he knows, my only experience of sucking cock was with Chris yesterday. When you've sucked as many cocks as I have, pretending to be a novice isn't that easy.

I kneel on the carpet. Now that I'm really close, I can see a line of tiny golden hairs immediately above his cock. Holding it around the base, I rather gingerly run my tongue up his shaft and onto the small, shiny head. After a bit more tongue-play, I close my lips over it. At first, I suck it quite tentatively. Very gradually, I get into a nice rhythm, my lips going around halfway down, which isn't even close to what I could do. As it goes, he seems to really like it.

"Ooooh!" he purrs. "That's great!" He pauses for a moment. "Okay," he says. "You can stop now."

Obediently, I let him go. As I get to my feet, he turns to Chris.

"Okay, bruv!" he says, grinning. "You know what to do!"

Getting onto his bed, Chris picks up the pillow, placing it behind his head and shoulders so that he can sit with his back against the wall, his knees apart, his feet flat on the bed.

"Okay, now get on all-fours," Ian tells me, indicating the space on the bed in front of his younger brother.

I get into position, already having a pretty good idea where this is going.

"Right! Now suck Chris's dick," Ian orders.

Once again, I do as I'm told, my lips closing over Chris's stiff little prong. Moments later, a well-lubed finger is going up my bum. I wince on purpose, deliberately tightening my anal ring before allowing it to relax again.

Okay, I'm being finger-fucked. Actually, it feels pretty neat. I glance down. Ian's using K-Y, like Daddy does sometimes. For me, that's something of a clincher. Ian's only just turned thirteen. How does he know this stuff even exists, let alone where to get it? Someone older has to have told him. Maybe that `older someone' actually gave it to him. After around a minute, a second digit is forced into me.

"Owww!" I protest, pulling off Chris's cock like Ian's fingers are really hurting. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to bum you," Ian says calmly. "I just need to make sure you're ready. Don't worry," he adds. "You'll be fine. Now back you go!"

With a shrug, I get back to sucking Chris's prick, as though resigned to my fate. In reality, I'm looking forward to it; I just don't want Ian to know that. Eventually the fingers slide out. Moments later, the head of Ian's cock is probing at my boy-hole. Once again, I tighten my sphincter muscle, knowing that I could probably keep him out indefinitely if I wanted to.

"Relax!" Ian orders, trying desperately to enter me. "Push out like you're having a shit."

I do, but I can't control it. His whole length goes straight up my bum. Shit! I've blown it! I'm sure he'll realise that I've taken it before.

"Mmmmm!" he rasps. "Your bum's lovely and tight! I thought it would be!"

Within a couple of seconds, I'm being well and truly fucked. It's wonderful! After four whole days since I last took Daddy's cock, I really need this! And to make things even better, Chris is thrusting his hard prick into my mouth.

He's the first to cum, well dry-cum anyway, his throbbing spike jerking wildly between my lips. Ian soon follows, his hot boy-juice spurting into my bum. A few seconds later, he pulls out, enabling me to release Chris's dick. I kneel up on the bed, desperate for my own dry cum.

"Come on, Chris!" Ian says, grinning. "Suck him off!"

He goes straight to it. I'm so horny, it only takes a few seconds, my cock jumping around in his mouth. I quickly pull it out. It's so sensitive that I can no longer bear to have him touch it. Wow!

After getting my breath back, I look at my two companions. Ian's eyeing me suspiciously, like he's trying to make sense of what just happened; understandable when you think about it. I decide that the best method of defence is attack.

"So who got you into doing this stuff?" I ask him pointedly.

"Who's saying anybody got me into it?" Ian argues.

"I am," I tell him, picking up the tube of K-Y and showing it to him.

He gives me that look like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"It's no big deal," he says dismissively. "It was Uncle Vern. He's mum's kid brother. Our parents go out a lot; I mean a lot. If they're going to be back late, like they often are, Vern comes over to look after us."

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

"Twenty-three."

"And your mum is?"

"Thirty-five. She used to look after him when he was a baby. She absolutely dotes on him."

"You mean she thinks the sun shines out of his arse."

"Pretty much."

I glance at Chris, who's giggling quietly.

"So she has no idea what he gets up to when he's looking after you?"

"Not a clue. She wouldn't want to. It suits her not to know, yeah?"

"And having had his wicked way with you two, was it his idea to get me involved?"

"Sort of. Chris told him all about `his cute new friend'. Vern reckoned it was worth a shot. And he was right, wasn't he?"

"Yeah," I agree, grinning mischievously. "I guess he was. Sorry, I need the loo."

Picking up my boxer shorts, I head for the bathroom. Actually, I don't really need the toilet, not like that anyway. It's not like Ian made a gallon of cum and I have to get rid of it. But I know it will seep out eventually, so after putting on my boxers, I put a sheet of toilet paper inside so that I won't make a mess. With the task completed, I return to the bedroom. Chris and Ian are getting dressed.

"Vern wants to meet you," Ian says.

"Really? When?"

"Sometime during the weekend would be best, like Friday or Saturday evening."

"No chance!" I tell him. "I stay with my dad at weekends. He picks me up on Friday afternoons. I don't get back till sometime on Sunday."

"Oh!" he says eyeing me suspiciously again, like he's just worked out where I've been getting fucked. "Let's go downstairs and check the calendar; see if we can fit it is some other time."

As soon as we're all dressed, we troop down to the kitchen.

"I thought so!" Ian announced. "Next Wednesday evening would work. Mum and Dad are going to this reception thingy, and you kids won't have school the following day because your place is being used as a polling station. It'll be perfect!"

"I'll still have to be home by half past eight," I warn, "even if there's no school the next day."

"That's not a problem," Ian says, smiling. "Uncle Vern will be here by seven. Mum and Dad will have already gone out. We'll have plenty of time!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's late on Friday afternoon when Daddy and I snuggle up on his king-sized bed.

"So how's your week been?" he asks.

"Good, thanks Daddy!" I take a deep breath. "Daddy," I begin. "I need to tell you something."

Over the next few minutes, I explain what's been happening with Chris, Ian and myself.

"I see," he says gently. "When you told me about your new friend, I wondered if something like that might happen. I'm not sure why; it was just this feeling I had. Maybe it was because you've not had a friend that you're really close to before. Anyway, it seems my instinct was right."

"You're not angry, are you Daddy?"

"I'm not angry. You haven't said anything about us though, have you?"

"No, not a word. All they know is that I stay with you at weekends. But I am a bit worried. I told them that I'd never done anything before, but when Ian fucked me, I think he might have realised that it wasn't my first time. He's really bright. Knowing that I stay here sometimes, he might have put two and two together."

"Well, there's not much we can do about that," he says, gently stroking my hair. "In any case, they sound like good kids."

"They are. They never get in trouble and they do well at school. Ian's at the grammar school. He's doing really well! And they're nice to be with, you know?"

"Yes, which is why you like them. Of course, it's also why they get away with stuff. But next time you go there, don't pretend. Just be yourself. If they start asking awkward questions, just tell them very quietly that what you get up to while you're not at home is nothing to do with them, okay?" He pauses for a second. "I am a bit concerned about you meeting their uncle," he goes on. "But you've said you'll do it, and I guess you don't want to let your friends down."

"Is that okay?"

"I can live with it. I just want you to promise me one thing. He's not to take any pictures of you. No pictures, no videos, nothing! Do you know if he's taken any pics of Chris or Ian?"

"They've never mentioned it."

"I suggest you ask them. Ask Chris anyway. If the answer's `yes', make it very clear that he's not to do that while you're there, okay?"

"Yes Daddy."

"And if he does, make a fuss. Insist that he stops straightaway. D'you understand?"

"Yes Daddy."

"I doubt whether it'll come to that," he says, smiling. "But it's better to be safe than sorry." He pauses for a moment, grinning at me. "It's either feast or famine," he goes on. "A few weeks ago, I was seeing Sean once a week and you at weekends. Now look where we are!"

"Sorry, Daddy!"

"Don't be sorry!" he says, grinning from ear to ear. "It's wonderful! The problem is fitting it all in. I guess I ought to meet this guy Vern at some point, to make sure he understands the way things are. Do you know what he does?"

"I'm not sure. They haven't said. But I think he's really clever too. He was at Imperial College, you know, near the Natural History Museum? Ian said that after he'd finished his degree, he went on and did a masters'."

"Well that's encouraging! But for the moment, please don't agree to meet him again until we've talked about it."

"Daddy, wouldn't you like to meet Chris and Ian? I know you'd like Ian. He's gorgeous!"

"Let me think about it, okay?" he breathes into my ear.

I am so lucky! He is simply the best daddy I could possibly have. Holding the base of his cock between my thumb and first two fingers, I take it into my mouth. Within a few seconds, I'm taking it right down my throat.

"Oh, Nicky!" he moans. "That's wonderful!"

After a few more sucks, I slowly pull off.

"Daddy," I ask. "Are you going to fuck me?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Of course it is!"

"Come on then!"

So now I'm on all fours and he's licking me out. I love it! After a minute or two, he starts working some Astroglide into my boy-hole, first with one finger, then with two. Finally, I'm ready.

"So how d'you want it?" he asks.

As usual, I lie face-down with a pillow under my boy-bits and my legs spread apart.

"Sexy boy!" he says.

Moments later, he'd down on top of me, his cock nuzzling my rosebud. Suddenly, it spears into me. Oh, yes! That is just the best feeling ever!

"Oh Daddy!" I groan. "Ohhh! Give me a good fucking!"

He sets to work. Within a few strokes, he's giving my bum a serious pounding. I just have to join in. Each time he reaches the top of his `out' stroke, I push my hips up to meet his next inward thrust.

"Ohh!" he gasps. "You love this, don't you?"

"Oh, yes Daddy! I want to feel your spunk shooting into me!"

The tingling builds and builds like you wouldn't believe. Suddenly, everything goes mental, like the flat's been hit by a full-on earthquake. I'm thrashing around, my dick jerking against the pillow, my boy-hole tightening around Daddy's cock.

"Oh! You naughty boy!" he growls.

Finally, I get what I've been waiting for, Daddy's hot spunk spurting over and over into my bum. Fuck! That was amazing! If Chris's uncle's half as good as that, I'll be happy!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The rest of the weekend was great. As usual, I spent Saturday morning with Sean and Joel, getting up to what we usually get up to. In the afternoon, Ryan, one of the boys I met at The Syndicate, and his daddy Keith came to visit us. That was awesome! Ryan is so good-looking and he has a beautiful cock! We had a fantastic time together.

Then we did the foursome thing, with me riding Keith's prick while Daddy fucked Ryan. That was amazing! Peter was right. Keith's cock is a bit bigger than the others I've taken, so I had a sore bum by the time we'd finished. It was okay though. Ryan and I relaxed together in the whirlpool bath, which made my bum feel much better. By the time we'd finished, Ryan was horny again, so I sucked him off. That was so cool!

On Sunday morning, Sean and Joel came round, and we had another session it the wet-room. That was awesome too. Sean pounded Joel's arse while I fucked his mouth. He loved it! Afterwards, Joel asked Daddy to fuck him, so he did. I got so horny watching them do it!

Right now, it's Monday afternoon and Chris and I have just got back to his house. We wander into the kitchen.

"Are you all set for Wednesday evening?" he asks, handing me a glass of cola.

"Sure!" I tell him. "Has Vern got a big cock?"

"Well, it's sort of man-sized; not huge though. But he does make lots of spunk!"

"Right! Does he ever take pictures of you and Ian?"

"No; he's never even mentioned it. Why?"

"I was just wondering. I definitely wouldn't want him to do that while I'm here."

"Well, you've got no worries on that score. Vern's more like an older brother than an uncle. He was here on Saturday evening. We had a great time!"

"Did he fuck you?"

"I wish you wouldn't say `fuck'. It sounds horrible, but yeah. Ian bummed me first. Then Uncle Vern bummed both of us.

"So you like it, then?"

"Yeah! It hurt quite a bit the first few times, but I soon got used to it." He pauses for a moment. "I'm not sure I should tell you this," he says, lowering his voice to a whisper, "But Ian and I do it, like, all the time! Every morning, while Mum and Dad are still asleep, he gets into bed with me. As soon as I wake up, he gets my underpants off. After we've sucked each other for a bit, he bums me."

"Wow!" I answer, swallowing hard. What he's just told me is eerily similar to Sean and his older brother. Like Chris, Sean was ten when Connor started teaching him about boy-sex. After a few weeks, Connor took Sean's cherry. Six months after that, he passed Sean on to their granddad. And Connor still fucks Sean every morning, just like Ian does with Chris.

Just then, I hear the front door open and Ian appears.

"Hi!" he says brightly. "You came back, then? I wasn't sure if you would."

"Why wouldn't I?" I query.

"Oh, I don't know. I just . . . , oh, forget it! I'm glad you have! Come on, let's go upstairs!"

Once safely in the boys' bedroom, the curtains closed, Ian and I set about undressing each other. Finally, we pull each other's underwear down, reaching out to feel each other up.

"Hey! Don't leave me out!" Chris objects.

He's stripped down to his sexy little briefs.

"Here, let me help you with those," I say, before skinning them down his legs.

The three of us squeeze ourselves onto Chris's bed. I'm not quite sure how – I guess they must have planned it – but before I know what's happening, we're playing piggy-in-the-middle, and I'm the pig.

We start off with Chris sucking me and me sucking Ian. Daddy told me not to pretend, so I don't. Straightaway, I'm sucking it right down to the root. It tastes wonderful, and it's obvious that he likes it.

After a couple of minutes, they swap over. Ian's not just sucking my dick, he's working K-Y into my bum.

"I've just got to bum you again!" he hisses, pulling off my cock for a moment.

"Cool!" I respond.

They make to spit-roast me like they did the last time, but I've got other ideas.

"Hey, Chris!" I say. "I want to try something different. You grab a chair and watch!" He looks a little put-out. "It's cool!" I tell him, grinning. "I'll suck you off afterwards, I promise!"

As he moves out of the way, I put the pillow into the middle of the bed and get into my favourite position. Within a couple of seconds, Ian's on top of me, thrusting his cock into my boy-hole. As he sets to work, I begin my party-piece; when he pushes down, I push my hips up to meet him. He's much lighter than Daddy, so it's actually quite easy. He goes totally wild for it, fucking me like the world's about to end! He might not be that big, but his enthusiasm more than makes up for it. It's fantastic!

Suddenly, I'm thrashing about like somebody plugged me into the electric. Lights are flashing, I'm shaking, the whole room's shaking; it's incredible! A moment later, my prick's jerking against the pillow, my boy-hole clamping tight around Ian's cock. And that's when I feel it, his boy-juice squirting into my bum. Oh yeah! A few seconds later, he slowly pulls out.

"Fuck!" he says. "I wasn't expecting that! That was epic!"

"Yeah!" Chris agrees. "That was hot! Now how about that blow-job you promised me?"

I get up onto my knees, leaving him space to get onto the bed. Picking up the pillow, he puts it behind his head and shoulders so that he can sit with his back against the wall, his knees wide apart.

Taking a deep breath, I go down on him. That's all I need to do. Holding my head, he starts pumping his stiff little dick in and out of my mouth. He doesn't last long. After barely half a minute, his thing's jiggling between my lips.

"Ooooh!" he gasps, easing me away from him. "Oh, it's so sensitive!"

"Wait till you can cum," Ian tells him. "Then you'll know what sensitive is!"

As I look across at him, he's looking right at me.

"Nicky," he says quietly, his eyes fixed on mine. "You know you told us that you hadn't done anything before you met us. That wasn't true, was it?"

"No," I admit. "Sorry."

"So why don't you tell us about it? You can trust us. We're not going to say anything, are we Chris?"

"Sorry," I repeat, "but I can't, not really."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he queries. "I told you about Uncle Vern."

"That's different. Vern wants to meet me, so you had to tell me about him. It's not like that for me. The thing is, it doesn't happen while I'm here, none of it."

"So at the weekends, when you're staying with your dad?"

"Weekends, school holidays. Sorry, but it's about people you don't know and haven't met. I can't tell you about it because it's too complicated. You'd get the wrong idea."

"And your mum has no idea what you've been getting up to, does she?"

"No, and that's how it has to stay. She'd go apeshit if she knew."

"Look," he says gently. "If you do ever want to talk about it, we're here for you, okay?"

"Yeah, thanks!"

I feel ashamed of myself for lying to them the way I did. They really are two great kids; I'm lucky to have friends like them. In a way, I wish I could tell them about it, well, some of it anyway. But Daddy told me not to say anything, so for the moment, that's how it is.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Finally, it's Wednesday evening. Mum wanted to check that I'd done all my homework, so it's a few minutes after seven when I make my way around to Chris and Ian's house. That's okay; I told them it probably would be. I ring the bell. Ian opens the door.

"We're waiting for you," he says, grinning as he ushers me inside.

We make our way into the lounge. Vern's sprawled out on the sofa with Chris crawling all over him. I can see what they mean about him being more like an older brother. He's tall, probably six feet two, and very slim. His legs look like they go on forever! He's wearing boot-cut jeans, a denim shirt and round, wire-rimmed glasses. With his mousey-coloured, mussed-up hair, you'd think he was a teenager. And he loves to play. He's tickling Chris and gently swatting his backside.

As I enter, he picks Chris up. Depositing him on the floor, he gets to his feet.

"Hi!" he says, with a smile to light up the whole room. "Good to meet you!" he continues, spreading his arms. "These two reprobates have told me so much about you!"

I allow him to give me a hug. Actually, it feels really good.

"So are we going upstairs?" he asks. "Or are we going to do it down here?"

"Our room would be best," Ian tells him. "It's all ready."

"Is that okay?" Vern asks, smiling at me.

"Sure!"

"Okay! Let's go then!"

We make our way up to the boys' bedroom. The curtains are already closed, there's a tube of K-Y on the cabinet by Ian's bed, and the duvets have been taken off, leaving each bed with just a pillow and a bottom sheet.

As Ian and I set about undressing each other. Vern sits on Chris's bed, with Chris sitting on his lap.

"Are you going to bum me?" Chris asks, draping an arm around Vern's neck.

"I will later," Vern says. "For the moment, I'm concentrating on your new friend, and I like what I'm seeing."

It's weird, hearing myself being spoken about like that. On the one hand, it's a bit unsettling. On the other, it's getting me hornier than ever.

"What about Ian?" Chris demands. "Are you going to bum him too?"

"Sure," Vern says, helping Chris remove his t-shirt. "Nicky's only got an hour or so, but we've got ages. Before your mum and dad get back, I'll have given all three of you a good fucking."

"You shouldn't say `fucking'," Chris objects. "It's naughty!"

"Most people would say that the really naughty part is actually doing it," Vern counters. "But you love it, don't you, you sexy little boy? You love having my big daddy-cock up your cute little bottom, especially when I shoot my spunk into your boy-hole! Your brother does too, and you're both going to get it!"

Ian and I are down to our underwear.

"Okay!" I say, grinning at him. "One, two, three!"

In the next instant, our underpants are down around our ankles.

"Oh, yes!" Vern calls appreciatively as we kick them off. "Chris told me you'd got a nice one!"

Ian and I climb onto the bed and get into a sixty-nine. By the time we pull out of it, Chris and Vern are naked too. Vern's dick is straight as an arrow, about the same length as Daddy's but not as thick. It's perfect! I can hardly wait to have it up my bum.

"Get on all fours!" Ian tells me.

I do as he asks. Moments later, he's licking me out. It's driving me nuts; the sensations are unbelievable. Finally, he pulls away and finger-fucks me instead. We all know where this is going.

"D'you want me to lube you up?" I ask, as he allows his fingers to slide out.

"Nah!" he says. "I've got it!" Immediately, I feel the head of his cock probing at my boy-hole."

"Can't we do like we did last time?" I query.

"They can see better if we do it like this," he whispers. "And Vern wants you on your tummy."

Well, I'm more than happy with that idea, so I relax, letting Ian push into me.

"Oh, look!" Vern says, obviously talking to Chris. "Ian's got his dick up Nicky's bum!"

He certainly has. By the time Vern stops speaking, it's all the way in. Within a couple of seconds, I'm being properly fucked, Ian's prick pistoning in and out. I'm desperate to cum. I move one of my hands so I can wank myself off, but Ian grabs it and puts it back where it was.

"Leave it alone," he orders. "We'll take care of that!"

After a few more thrusts, Ian's breathing begins to quicken.

"Ohhhh!" he groans. "I'm gonna cum!"

And that's exactly what he does, his hot boy-juice squirting into my bum. Oh, wow! I really wanted that; it feels amazing! After a few seconds, he gently pulls out. Almost immediately, Vern's there, his strong hands rolling me onto my side. He lies down to face me. Instinctively, I take hold of his cock, running my fingers right along it.

"Ooooh," he purrs. "You're gorgeous, and so sexy!"

Without even thinking about it, I go down on him. It's not a problem; I've had lots of practice on ones this size. Just seconds later, I'm taking it right down my throat.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps. "Ooooh! That's fantastic!"

Eventually he moves me off him.

"My turn now!" he growls.

Before I know it, he's got me fully in his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick my balls. As a cock-sucker, he's a real expert. He's got me so horny; I hardly know where I am.

"Are you going to fuck me?" I demand.

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes!"

"Ian says you like to do it lying on your tummy."

"Yes!"

"Come on! Show me!"

As soon as he lets me go, I grab the pillow and get into position, while he smears K-Y over his prong. The moment I feel his cockhead probing at my boy-hole, I relax and push out, allowing him to penetrate me.

"Oh, yes!" he rasps triumphantly. "You really want this, don't you?"

You bet I do! I want every last millimetre! And that's exactly what he gives me. Within a few seconds, he's pounding my arse like the world's about to end. I join in the action, pushing up as he pushes down. It's probably only a couple of centimetres, but it makes all the difference.

"Fuck!" Vern growls. "You're such a little cock-hound!"

With his prong thrusting repeatedly over my sex-gland and my dick rubbing against the pillow, there's no way I can hold out for long. Starting right down by my toes, my whole body is wracked by crazy, uncontrollable spasms. With my feet flailing, I claw at the mattress, like I was in danger of falling off or something. Moments later, my dick springs into life, swelling and jerking so hard it almost hurts. Meanwhile, my bum-hole has gone into spasm around Vern's cock.

"Arrrgghh!" he groans. "Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yessssss!"

Moments later, I get my reward, his creamy spunk shooting over and over into my boy-hole. Chris was right; he's cum loads! After a few seconds, he carefully pulls out.

"Oh, bloody hell!" he gasps, playfully ruffling my hair. "That was incredible!"

Picking up my boxer shorts, I head to the bathroom, Vern's man-cream leaking out of my bum and trickling down my legs. I have to go home soon, so I need to get rid of it. Sitting on the toilet, I let his cum run into the bowl.

After wiping my bottom and my thighs, I notice that the room has a full-length mirror. Standing with my feet apart and my back to it, I bend over and look between my legs. Holy shit! It's no wonder Daddy warned me about letting people see my arse!

Finally, I put on my boxers, slipping a double sheet of loo-paper inside to soak up the little bit of spunk that always seems to come out later, no matter how long you sit there. After saying my goodbyes, I make my way back to our house. It's quarter past eight.

"Did you have a nice time?" Mum asks as I stroll into the lounge.

"Yes, thanks!" I say, smiling.

"Chris and Ian are really nice lads," she says. "I'm glad you've become friends. Okay, now go and get ready for bed, there's a good boy!"

I head up the stairs, my head spinning. Chris and Ian are really nice; there's no argument about that. But I hate to think what'd happen if Mum found out what we've been doing. I guess I'll just have to make sure she doesn't.