Tim & Nicky Series: Nicky's New Friends

by Pink Panther

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Chapter Two: Making Arrangements

Nicky:

It's the day after my encounter with Vern. Chris and I don't have to go to school because the building's being used for the local elections. I'm pottering around at home when the doorbell rings. I go to answer it. Chris is standing there.

"Come in!" I say, smiling. "How did things go after I left?"

"Okay, I guess," Chris says quietly as we settle ourselves into my room. "Vern did me not long after you'd gone. It was good, man! I love having his dick inside me!"

"Yeah! Me too!"

"Well, about an hour later, he did Ian. He had him lying on his tummy, you know, like he did with you. Ian squealed when Vern stuck his dick up him. So Vern stuffed Ian's underpants in his mouth to keep him quiet, and bummed him really hard. Ian could hardly walk afterwards."

"Did he have a soak in the bath?"

"No; we had to go straight to bed. When Mum and Dad got back, we pretended we were asleep, but we weren't. I think Ian was too sore."

"Wow! That's not good!"

"It was like Vern got carried away. Ian's got PE today, but he didn't want to do it. That's just not like him."

"When he gets home, tell him to have a soak in the bath, straightaway if he can. It will help, honestly."

"Thanks! I'll do that. So what d'you want to do now?"

"Whatever you like!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's late on Friday afternoon. Daddy and I are snuggled up naked on his king-sized bed.

"Well?" he asks gently, stroking my hair. "How did it go?"

Over the next few minutes, I tell him all about my encounter with Ian, Chris and their Uncle Vern. He listens patiently, not interrupting once. Finally, I've said all I have to say.

"So how did you feel about it afterwards?" he enquires.

"Well, I did enjoy it," I admit. "Vern's okay, and he's got a beautiful cock. But I was a bit worried."

"Why was that?"

"In case Mum found out what we'd been doing."

"D'you think she might?"

"Well, Vern shot so much spunk, I had to go straight to the toilet after he'd finished."

"Like Brad, you mean?"

"Yes, but that was okay because I was here. This time I had to go straight home. I sat on the loo for at least five minutes, but even then, I couldn't get rid of it all."

"I see!"

"And I forgot to tell you. The bathroom's got a full-length mirror, so I stood with my back to it, bent over and looked through my legs. I was shocked. I've never seen my bum like that before."

"Pretty obvious, huh?"

"Yes, Daddy. That's what I thought anyway."

"Let me ask you something. Did your mum know that the boys' parents weren't going to be there?"

"No, I never mentioned it."

"So she didn't know that Vern was going to be looking after you?"

"No."

"Do you think she'd have let you go if she had known?"

"I'm not sure."

"For what it's worth, I think it's most unlikely. Actually, I think she'd have started asking some very awkward questions. We definitely wouldn't want that, would we?"

"No, Daddy."

"So was that it?"

"Not totally."

"So what else has been bothering you?"

"Well, for one thing, Vern called me a cock-hound. You never say anything like that. The other daddies don't either."

"Well, there are plenty of worse things he could have said, but you're quite right. We don't use that sort of language and I'm not keen on him doing it. And what else?"

I relay the story that Chris told me about what happened after I'd gone home.

"I think Chris was quite right about Vern getting carried away," he says, drawing me closer to him. "It can happen all too easily. There you are, with some really hot, sexy boys. You forget that they have feelings too. How's Ian now?"

"I'm not sure. I haven't seen him."

"You don't have his number, do you?"

"No, but I've got Chris's"

"Hmmm, it's five past seven. Would this be a good time to call him?"

"It should be. They'll have had dinner. If their parents are at home, Chris and Ian will be up in their room."

"Okay, let's try it."

Retrieving my phone, I call the number. It answers almost immediately.

"Hi Chris!" I say. "It's Nicky. Daddy would like to have a word with you."

I hand over the phone. Daddy turns it onto `speaker' so I can hear what Chris is saying.

"Hi Chris," Daddy says, "My name's Tim; I'm Nicky's dad. Is your uncle there?"

"No, he's not coming over this evening."

"Are you able to call him?"

"Yes."

"Right! I'm going to give you a number. Will you write it down, please?"

"Just a minute." Chris answers. There's a short pause. "Okay," he continues. "I'm ready now."

Daddy gives him a number that I'm not familiar with. Chris reads it back.

"Excellent!" Daddy says. "Now I'd like you to call your uncle, give him the number and ask him to call me."

"What's it about?"

"I'd just like to chat to him so we can avoid any misunderstandings. It's nothing that you need to worry about."

"Will Ian and I be able to meet you sometime?"

"It's possible. It depends what your uncle says."

"Cool! I'll call him."

"Thanks! If there's a problem, would you call me back, please?"

"Okay!"

"How's your brother now? Nicky tells me your uncle was a bit rough with him."

"Oh, he's fine! Mum and Dad have gone out for a couple of hours, so were just about to, . . . you know!"

"Right! Well, I'd better let you get on with it. Great talking to you!"

He ends the call.

"He sounds really nice," he says, returning the phone.

"Daddy, was that your special phone number you gave him?"

"Yes; you don't miss much, do you?"

"So what's the idea?"

"I'm not sure yet, but you've got your half-term break coming up. If Vern and the boys are interested, I thought we might invite them to come over here at some point."

"Daddy! That'd be awesome!"

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves; it might not happen. Are you looking forward to tomorrow?"

"Of course! I can't wait to meet everyone again."

"Remember that we won't have first picks this time. It'll be interesting to see how that works out. I'd be very surprised if whichever daddy has first pick doesn't go for you. Unless it's James, of course. He only goes with the older boys."

"And I bet whichever of the boys has first pick will go for you," I say, grinning. "You're the youngest and the best looking!"

"Well I'm definitely the youngest," he agrees, smiling and ruffling my hair. "I guess Tristan might have something to say about who's the best looking. But, don't you worry about that! Flattery will get you everywhere!"

Daddy's special phone rings. He picks it up.

"Tim speaking," he says.

"This is Vern Cooper. You asked me to call you."

"Yes," Daddy says. "It seems that you and I have a common interest."

"That was what I thought."

"My main reason for calling was to avoid any misunderstandings. I have given Nicky strict instructions not to say anything about what he gets up to while he's here, nor to talk about the people he meets, or anything like that. I'm not going to talk about those things either. As long as you and your nephews respect that, we won't have a problem."

"Oh, I'm sure we can live with that."

"On a more positive note, the boys have their half-term break coming up. Nicky will be spending his holiday with me. If you and your nephews are interested, and provided you can get them away from their house without arousing suspicion, you would be welcome to bring them here at some point."

"Well, the boys will definitely be interested. So will I, for that matter. It will have to be at the weekend though. I have to work during the week. Getting them away from the house won't be a problem. I'll just tell their mum that I'm taking them, well, let us think about where. She won't question it."

"Fair enough! So how would next Saturday work? Come over early afternoon, stay until after dinner?"

"Sounds excellent! Would you and Nicky be able to join us one evening when I'm on babysitting duty?"

"Unfortunately not," Daddy says, firmly but quietly. "For reasons that I'll explain when we meet, that would be a really bad idea! Okay, I've got your number, so I'll be in touch to firm up the arrangements for next Saturday."

He finishes the call.

"So what d'you think?" he asks.

"I think it's going to be amazing! Thanks Daddy!"

"There is one problem. There'll be five of us, which'll make things a bit awkward."

"Why don't we ask Sean to join us?" I suggest.

"We could, but I'd rather not. Sean and Joel are getting pretty serious now. I don't want to mess things up between them. Actually, I was thinking we might ask Peter. From what I understand, he's on more of a free rein than the other boys at The Syndicate."

"Is that because his daddy only goes with the older boys?"

"Basically, yes. From what I've been told, he only fucks Peter a couple of times a week. As well as that, they usually have a foursome with Keith and Ryan. In between, James is quite happy for Peter to go with other guys, or with boys like you, for that matter."

"Wow! That's pretty cool!"

"Is it okay if I ask them about it tomorrow?"

"Sure! Peter's really sexy!"

"So what d'you want now?" he asks, fingering my boy-hole.

"You know what I want!"

"Come on then!"

Pulling one of the pillows into the middle of the bed, I lie face-down on top, my legs spread apart. Moments later, Daddy's giving me the perfect fuck, just like he always does.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

As soon as we arrive at The Lodge, Martin and I make our way into the changing area. A few of the other boys are already there. As I begin to undress, a boy that I've not seen before, dressed just in skimpy white briefs, comes over to me.

"Hi!" he says, smiling and extending a hand. "I'm Andrew, Daddy Tristan's eldest. I'm sorry I wasn't able to be here last time. Anyway, I'm pleased to meet you finally!"

"Pleased to meet you, too!" I respond, accepting the handshake.

I quickly check him out. He's taller than Peter, but not as tall as Ryan, somewhere in the middle; slim but not skinny, straight dark brown hair cut fairly short, hazel eyes and a really great smile. And the bulge in his underpants looks very interesting!

"The shrimp in the corner is my brother Finlay," Andrew continues. "You won't have seen him before either."

I glance across. Finlay's a few inches shorter than me and very slim. His hair's the same colour as Andrew's but wavy and a bit unruly. He's very cute; the only thing is that he doesn't look a day over nine.

"How old is he?" I whisper.

"Believe it or not, he's nearly eleven," Andrew says nonchalantly. "But don't worry about him. He's here because he wants to be."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Tim

After shaking hands with Tristan, Martin and I stroll into the lounge. This time, the bed's not been set up. Instead, there's an extra sofa. Looking around, I'm pleased to see James sitting on his own.

"Excuse me," I say quietly to Martin. "I need a chat with James. Last time we were here, Nicky, Peter and I really connected."

"No problem!" Martin responds, smiling.

As Martin goes to join his friends Brad and Keith, I move across to the sofa where James is sitting.

"Is it okay if I join you?" I ask.

"Please do!" he responds smiling. "On your last visit, you and Nicky made a very favourable impression on my boy Peter. He couldn't stop talking about you."

"That's good to know," I tell him. "Peter certainly impressed us. He's a remarkable young man."

"Yes, he is," James agrees. "So how can we help you?"

"We'd like to invite him to a party at my flat next Saturday. I understand that you sometimes allow him to do things like that."

"It's making virtue of necessity," he says, giving me a wry grin, "but yes. Peter and I have sex a couple of times a week. The reality is that he's still not wholly comfortable with it. When you like boys, being exceptionally well-endowed is not the blessing that some people seem to think it is."

"I see! Peter told us that Ryan's your favourite."

"Yes. That's not just a matter of me fancying him more than the other boys, he's the only one who really enjoys me having sex with him. Craig and Andrew are both `works in progress', but neither of them is quite there yet."

"That must make things quite difficult for you," I suggest.

"I'm not complaining," he says, giving me a knowing grin. "Things are moving in the right direction. So tell me, who's going to be attending this party?"

"A new classmate of Nicky's, the boy's older brother, who's just turned thirteen, and their uncle who's in his early twenties. The two boys and their parents moved in a few doors from Nicky's mum during the Easter holidays, while Nicky was with me. The parents run their own business, and seem to spend several evenings each week going out networking and the like. If they're going to be late back, they leave the boys' uncle on babysitting duty."

"I see! So why do you want to add Peter to the guest list?"

"To even out the numbers. It'll give us two younger boys, two older boys and two adults."

"Well, that makes sense. Tell me, do these people know about your involvement here?"

"Absolutely not. I've made it very clear that we're not going to talk about what Nicky and I get up to while he's staying with me, and I don't even want to hear any questions about it. They won't know who Peter is, or how we met him."

"You seem very certain about that."

"I am. I'm a secondary school teacher. I'm very good at letting people know where they stand."

"Yes, I can see that. Well, I have no objection, but at the end of the day, it'll be Peter's decision."

"Thanks very much!" I say warmly. "I'll speak to him later."

"Of course, you will have to collect him and bring him back afterwards."

"Absolutely!" I say, smiling "I'd have done that anyway."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Nicky

As soon as we're all ready, Tristan calls us through. We line up across the front of the room.

"Right, gentlemen!" Tristan announces. "It's time for you to make your selections. This time, the first pick goes to Brad."

"I'd like Nicky, please," Brad responds, beckoning for me to go and sit with him.

I make my way across, grinning from ear to ear. Being picked first is so special! Going with Brad means that I'll get my boy-hole filled with some to spare, but I don't mind that.

The selections continue. Daddy, who's more than halfway down the list, chooses Peter. Now I know he's done that so he can talk to him about next Saturday, but actually, I think he might have done it anyway.

The last to pick is Daddy Phil. Because Andrew and Finlay are here, there are nine of us and only eight daddies. The two boys left are Ryan and Finlay. That's a surprise. I wouldn't have expected either of them to be left till the end, but that's how it's worked out.

"Right, Phil!" Tristan asks. "Do you want them both, or just the one?"

"I'll take them both if that's okay," Phil answers.

So that's it; the final selection's been made.

"Okay!" Tristan announces. "You'll be pleased to know that as we haven't had a show today, each session will be the usual forty-five minutes!"

As Brad and I move towards the stairs, Keith comes over to us, with Andrew in tow.

"Would you guys be interested in a foursome?" he asks, smiling.

"Well?" Brad enquires, looking down and stroking my hair.

"Sure!" I tell him.

Talk about a no-brainer! There was no way I was going to turn that down! Andrew was really friendly when he spoke to me in the changing area, he's very nice-looking, and that bulge I saw in his underpants did look awfully interesting! And when it comes to the foursome, he'll be the one taking Keith's dick, so I don't have to worry about ending up with a sore bum.

We make our way up the stairs. The first room we come to is the one with Brad's name on it, so that's the one we use. We set about undressing each other, me with Brad, Andrew with Keith. Brad's a big guy and looks very strong. He's a builder, and although he mainly runs things these days, he's still hands-on when he needs to be.

You'd probably expect him to be quite firm, but he's not. He's really gentle, running his hands over my skin like I was made of the finest bone-china. And he's turning me on like you wouldn't believe! I can hardly wait for him to pull my underpants down.

But he's taking his time, not rushing for a second, as though savouring every single moment. Finally, we're down to our underwear.

"Okay," he says quietly, indicating his boxer shorts. "Take them off for me."

I do as he asks. Finally, there it is. If I didn't know Daddy's cock so well, I might have trouble telling them apart. I gently run my fingers over it.

"Good boy!" Brad purrs. "My turn now!"

He carefully skins my underpants down my legs, allowing me to kick them off. As soon as I'm free of them, he kneels on the floor and goes down on me, sucking me right down to the root, and flicking out his tongue to lick my balls. Oh, yeah! You can't do it any better than this!

After a minute or so, he lets me go. He doesn't need to ask. I know what to do. Moments later, I'm taking his daddy-cock right down my throat.

"Ohhh!" he purrs. "That is so good! Just amazing!"

From what I've been told, I'm the only one of the younger boys who can do this, so I want to make sure that the daddies know I'll do it for them. It's not a problem; I like it!

"Come on, baby boy!" Brad urges. "Let's make ourselves comfortable!"

Like I said, he's a big guy. After helping me to my feet, he scoops me up and gently deposits me on the bed. Joining me there, he wraps his arms around me, drawing me in, his tongue going right into my mouth like he's trying to lick my tonsils. At the same time, his right hand runs all down my back and over my bum. His touch is unbelievable! My dick's so hard, it's twitching all by itself.

"Hey Brad!" Keith suggests. "Is it time for these two to get to know each other?"

"Sure!" Brad agrees. "Go on, baby-boy!" he whispers. "You and Andrew have some fun!"

"Thanks!" I say, grinning.

Andrew's kneeling in the middle of the bed, his cock sticking straight up. It's exactly like Peter told us: five inches long, the same as his, but not as thick, his foreskin just covering the tip. It suits him perfectly.

As I kneel in front of him, we kiss, our hands roaming everywhere. Lying down, we snuggle up and kiss some more, Andrew's taste and smell making me hornier than ever. After around half a minute we move into a sixty-nine. It's a stretch, but I can just manage it.

Within a few seconds, I'm sucking him right down to the root. It's obvious he's not used to having the younger kids do that for him.

"Ohhhh!" he gasps. "Ohhh! Craig told me you could do that! Oh fuck! You'd better stop or I'll cum!"

I quickly let him go.

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

"Yeah, sure! Craig says you like taking it lying on your tummy."

"Yeah!"

"Want to do it then?"

"Sure!"

"Okay, get on all-fours. I need to get you ready first."

As soon as I'm in position, I feel his tongue pushing into my boy-hole. After a few seconds, it moves away, and he begins to finger-fuck me. Finally, with his fingers removed, he spreads some K-Y on either side of my rosebud.

"D'you want to lube me up?" he asks, passing me the K-Y.

Turning around, I smear some all over his penis. It's time to do it. Pulling a pillow into the middle of the bed, I get myself into position. Within a couple of seconds, Andrew's prick is prodding my rear entrance. I relax and push out, allowing it to slide right into me.

"Ohhhh!" he moans. "You are so tight!"

He sets to work. After only a few strokes, he hits the perfect rhythm. With his heart thumping against my back and his sexy, teen-boy aroma filling my nostrils, I'm in heaven, and getting hornier by the second.

I try to stay relaxed, try to make it last, but it's hopeless. Suddenly, I find myself thrashing around, my fingers grabbing at the bed, my boy-hole spasming around Andrew's cock. As my prick jerks into action, I feel his hot boy-juice spurting into my bum. Oh yes! That was what I wanted! It couldn't have been better!

After a few seconds, Andrew carefully pulls out. I crawl across the bed to where Brad's waiting for me.

"Ooooh, baby boy!" he coos. "You are so sexy! That was out of this world."

"What d'you want me to do now?" I ask.

"Just relax for a moment," he says soothingly, running his hand down my back. "There's no rush!"

I love this! Brad knows exactly how to make me feel good. And when I feel good, I want more!

"Are you gagging for more already?" Brad queries. "You are an eager beaver, aren't you?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay then! Would you like to ride my cock like you did with Tristan?"

"Sure!"

Brad lies on his back with his head down at the foot of the bed. I kneel astride his chest, facing him, my knees almost in his armpits. Shuffling back a few inches, I locate the head of his cock. Holding it in position, I push down on it until the head goes through my starfish. From there, I slowly lower myself until I'm sitting right on Brad's thighs.

"Good boy!" he purrs.

Andrew stands at the foot of the bed, his knees on either side of Brad's head. Bending right over, he rests his hands close to my knees. Keith moves in behind him. I watch, entranced, as his big daddy-cock slowly disappears into Andrew's bum. As soon as he's taken it all, Andrew goes down on me.

"Okay, Nicky!" Brad orders. "Let's do it!"

Immediately, I begin to ride his cock, while driving my prick in and out of Andrew's mouth. As I'm in charge, I totally go for it, making my thrusts as long and fast as I can. From the sounds Brad's making, he's absolutely loving it. I'm not sure about Andrew. With his mouth full of my dick, he's not saying much. What I do know is that at the other end, Keith's giving Andrew's bum a serious pounding.

Of course, I was never going to last long. After barely a minute, everything goes crazy. Instinctively, I hold Andrew's head, my prick jabbing repeatedly against the roof of his mouth. At the same moment, my bum goes into spasm around Brad's cock.

"Oh, you sexy little boy!" he groans.

Pressing down on my thighs, he holds me in place while his man-cream shoots over and over up my bum.

"Your turn now!" Keith declares. "Take what I've got for you!"

Holding Andrew around the tops of his thighs, he deposits his spunk in my new teenage friend's arse. After a few seconds, he slowly pulls out. Andrew releases my dick, which enables me to get off Brad.

I'm very messy, just as I was the first time Brad fucked me. I hurry into the bathroom and sit on the loo, allowing his spunk run out into the bowl. After a few seconds, Andrew joins me.

"I was surprised to see Ryan and Finlay being left to the end," I say.

"Ryan's getting quite big now," Andrew says casually. "Apart from James, most of the daddies don't find him as cute as they used to."

"What about Finlay?"

"Finn's got the opposite problem. He's so small, most of the daddies are wary of hurting him. He won't mind too much though. He's just had two for the price of one. And he and Ryan will have first pick after the break."

"Who d'you think they'll go for?"

"Ryan will probably pick James. They'll have a one-to-one and James will fuck his brains out. I've no idea who Finn will pick."

"Oh, right!"

"With nine boys and only eight daddies, you'll be in a strange position. It depends which daddy is last to be picked. If it's Phil, it's no problem because Simon can't pick his own daddy. So you'll be with Phil, and Simon will have to make up a threesome with a daddy and one of the older boys.

"What's Phil like?"

"Very nice, but not the most exciting. If you wanted, you could probably talk him into making up a foursome involving one of the older lads."

"What if it's someone else?"

Then Simon would go with him and you'd have to make up a threesome. But you'll get to choose who you want to be with."

"So would that mean I'd get fucked twice?"

"Either that or you could do a chain-fuck."

"Yeah! I was in one of those when we went to Graham's house."

"Let me guess: you were at one end, your daddy at the other, with Mark in the middle."

"Yeah!"

"That's the sort of thing. Mark loves being in the middle! Craig does too."

"What about you?"

"Oh, it's okay; not my favourite though."

Standing up to wipe my bum, my head's spinning. It's too much information to take in all at once.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Tim

I'm just about to take Peter upstairs for an intimate one-to-one when Tristan approaches me.

"Would you guys care to join Haydon and me for a foursome?" he asks smiling.

I'd like to say no, but it's not that simple. Tristan's the sort of head-honcho around here, and I'm the newbie. Saying no wouldn't just be rude, it might arouse suspicion. And that's not the only consideration. Haydon's smiling at me, willing me to say yes. He's such a sweet kid! How can I possibly do otherwise?

I quickly glance at Peter. He's grinning like the cat that swallowed the cream, enticed by the prospect of getting his cock up the eleven-year old's cute little bum. The decision's already been made. My chat with Peter will have to wait. I'll deal with it later.

"Sure!" I reply, smiling back at Tristan. "It sounds wonderful!"

"It was Haydon's idea for me to ask you," Tristan says quietly. "Not that I was objecting, you understand! I think he has the hots for Peter!"

So that's it. The four of us make our way upstairs. Sometimes, you just have to go with the flow. We head into the room that I've been allocated.

"Shall we let the boys undress each other?" I whisper quietly to Tristan.

"Yes, if you like," he agrees.

"Okay, boys!" I say, smiling and nodding.

As we sit down to enjoy the show, they begin to remove each other's clothes. Watching Peter is like watching an artist at work. This somewhat awkward-looking boy is so gentle, so sensuous; Haydon is absolutely lapping it up, revelling in the care and attention that Peter's giving him.

Within a couple of minutes, they're naked, and both very hard. Guiding his younger friend onto the bed, Peter initiates a sensuous kiss, his tongue gently probing Haydon's mouth, his hands running delicately all over the eleven-year old's body.

After a while, Haydon slides down the bed. Kneeling between the older boy's legs, he doesn't just suck Peter's cock; he worships it. He makes love to it. It's not that he's especially energetic, and he's only taking around two-thirds of Peter's length, but somehow, none of that matters.

Tristan and I look at each other and smile. It's an absolute joy to watch. Peter, meanwhile, simply strokes his younger friend's hair and quietly tells him how wonderful it is.

After Peter's returned the favour, the boys move towards the denouement. With Haydon on all-fours, Peter licks him out and finger-fucks him. I'm wondering if they'll finish it in that position, but Peter has other ideas. With each of them lying on his left side, Peter spoons up behind the younger boy.

Following a whispered instruction, Haydon cocks up his right leg. Guiding his slick penis onto the younger boy's rosebud, Peter pushes it in. After a short pause, he pulls back a fraction before pushing in another inch. Without rushing, he repeats the exercise several times until the eleven-year old is fully impaled.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yeah!" Haydon confirms. "It feels great!"

Immediately, Peter begins to fuck. The artist's at work again. Although rhythmic and powerful, there's no hint of any aggression about what he's doing, Haydon moaning and purring in appreciation.

"Is this alright?" Peter enquires.

"Ohh! It feels so good!" Haydon responds. "I want to feel your spunk going up my bum!"

"You will!" Peter assures him. "Not long now!"

He continues, the intensity clearly building.

"Ohhh!" Haydon gasps. "I'm getting the tingles!"

Tristan and I watch in amazement as the boy's preteen cock begins to twitch and jerk all by itself.

"Oh, wow!" Peter explodes. "Oh yes! Here it comes!"

Holding onto the top of Haydon's right thigh, he thrusts right in.

"Oh Peter!" Haydon squeals. "I can feel it! Your spunk's shooting right into me!"

I'm speechless. That was one of the most wonderful things I've ever seen.

As Haydon goes to sit on Tristan's lap, I join Peter on the bed.

"I thought you were superb!" I say quietly, putting my arm around his shoulder. "You gave him exactly what he needed."

"Well, that's what it's about, isn't it?" he responds, smiling. "The better I can make it for him, the more he's going to do for me."

That's remarkably clear thinking for a twelve-year old. Once again, I'm more than impressed.

"I hope you're going to give me a good seeing-to for being so naughty with him," he whispers.

"I think that could be arranged."

"You can even smack my bottom if you want."

"Do you like that?"

"Depends who's doing it. I know I'll like the way you'll do it."

Of course, he's making a leap of faith, but there's more to it than that. From our previous meeting, he's gained a sense of who I am and how I do things. He knows I won't hit him too hard, but guesses I'll do it hard enough to make his boy-hole twitch.

We look across at Tristan, who's still sitting in his chair. Haydon's standing with his back to him, carefully lowering himself onto the man's cock. I'm surprised, even a little disappointed. I'd expected Tristan to have the lad ride his cock the way Nicky did, but it's not to be.

"Okay, get on all-fours," I instruct, whispering into Peter's ear. "They're nearly ready."

Knowing what's required, Peter immediately gets into position, facing the chair that Tristan and Haydon are occupying. After quickly licking him out, I work some K-Y into his boy-hole, admiring how beautiful his bum is. After a few seconds, I allow my fingers to slide out.

"Are you ready?" I ask, smearing lube over my penis.

"Sure!"

Raising my right hand, I give him two sharp smacks across the buttocks, causing his bum-hole to twitch invitingly.

"Oh, Daddy Tim!" Peter gasps. "Please give me your cock!"

As I guide my dick onto its target, Haydon lifts his feet, bracing them against the side of the bed, his toes projecting above the mattress. I get a perfect view of the youngster's boy-hole stretched obscenely around Tristan's prong. It has to be one of the most beautiful sights possible.

After thrusting through Peter's anal ring, I hold him around the tops of his thighs, continuing to push steadily forwards until I bottom out. Without waiting to be asked, Peter lowers his head and shoulders, his mouth closing over Haydon's stiff little prick.

"Okay boys!" Tristan announces. "Keep still and enjoy the ride!"

Immediately, Tristan and I begin to fuck. Peter asked me to fuck him hard, and that's exactly what I do. With Haydon being rather less robust, Tristan seems to have opted for a somewhat gentler approach.

It works though. Within a few minutes, Haydon's shaking from head to toe. With his eyes glazing over, his boy-dick comes to life is Peter's mouth. The eleven-year old's anal contractions have the desired effect on Tristan, who powers his man-cream into the youngster's boy-hole. Just a few seconds later, I deposit a big load of spunk deep inside Peter's bum.

After a short pause, we carefully separate.

"Sorry to rush off!" Tristan says brightly, pulling on his clothes. "I need to go and make sure everything's ready downstairs."

After giving Haydon another kiss, he leaves us to it. Pretty soon, Haydon's ready too. By contrast, Peter and I are taking our time.

"You go and join your mates," I say, turning to Haydon. "Peter and I will be down in a minute."

It's the opportunity I've been waiting for. I quickly outline our plans for the following Saturday.

"I've already spoken to your daddy about it," I conclude. "He's perfectly happy for you to be there as long as you want to do it."

"Oh, yes!" he enthuses. "It sounds great!"

"Remember, these guys won't know anything but your name. They won't know where you're from or how Nicky and I met you. And that's how it has to be. We have to keep what we have here secure. I'm sure you understand that."

"Yes, of course! So when will you pick me up?"

"How would one o'clock work?"

"Yes, that should be fine. I'll have something to eat beforehand." He pauses for a moment. "I don't want to be cheeky, but after the other guys have gone home, would I be able to sleep over? Daddy won't mind."

That came right out of left-field! The problem is that I can't have him sleep with me; it wouldn't be fair to Nicky. On the other hand, Nicky has never slept with anyone but me. Spending the night with a boy like Peter is an experience I'd like him to have.

"So who would you want to sleep with?" I ask.

"I don't mind," Peter says giving me his most disarming smile. "You or Nicky; whichever."

"Right, well as you might imagine, Nicky usually sleeps with me. I'll have to ask him, but as long as he's happy with the idea, I'd be quite happy for you two to sleep together. Check with me before you go home; I'll let you know."

"Thanks!" he says, beaming.

We make our way downstairs. A few minutes later, I'm drinking tea with the rest of the daddies. Tristan bustles over. He's all smiles.

"It was super, working with you just then," he gushes. "I knew it would be. I'll look forward to doing that again!"

"Thanks!" I acknowledge. "I was a bit surprised that you didn't ask Haydon to ride your cock the way that Nicky did."

"Oh, Haydon's too passive for that," he says, smiling. "We'd have been there all night! Nicky was just incredible! As soon as my name hits the top of the list, I'll be wanting some more of that!"

I smile but don't respond. Inwardly I'm glowing. Things here are going even better than I expected, and it's not really down to anything I've done. I'd never say it out loud, but Nicky is an absolute star!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Nicky

In the kitchen, I sit next to Andrew while we eat our ice creams.

"You know you're at boarding school," I ask quietly. "Do you do anything, . . . you know, while you're there?"

"Oh, of course!" Andrew says casually. "I've got a younger friend. Gary's eleven; he's in the same class as Finn. Great kid, a good little rugby player and loves having my cock up his bum."

"Oh, right!" I respond, surprised that he can talk about it like it's no big deal. "What about Finn?"

"He's the school rugby captain's younger friend. Rob loves him to bits!"

"Doesn't the school try to stop you?"

"Not really, as long as you don't try to make a younger boy do something he doesn't want to, they let us get on with it."

I've never been to a boarding school, but it all sounds pretty weird to me. And that's not the only thing. I can't explain why, but I know that there's something Andrew's not telling me. With our break at an end, we make our way back into the lounge. This time, we get to pick, only I won't, because I'll be last.

"Okay," Tristan says. "Ryan, you're first."

"James, please!" he says smiling.

Well Andrew got that one right! Now let's see who Finlay chooses.

"Finlay?" Tristan enquires.

"Tim, please!"

I knew it! I said Daddy would be the first to be picked, and he very nearly was.

The last daddy to be picked is Graham, so Simon has to go with him.

"Right, Nicky!" Tristan says. "You now have to make up a threesome with one of the older boys. Which one would you like it to be?"

I've prepared for this. A couple of minutes ago, Craig picked Tristan. Well, I like both of them! Either they'll both fuck me, or I'll be on the bottom of a chain-fuck. I don't mind either way.

"Craig, please!" I answer.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Tim

I can't say that I'm over-keen on the idea of sex with Finlay. He's at least three inches shorter than Nicky, but unlike Simon, who's quite muscular, there's not much of him. Sure, he's as cute as buttons, but he's too small and looks far too young. Left to my own devices, I'd never go with a kid like him. I definitely don't want to have him one-to-one.

However, if I want a foursome, it has to involve one of the older boys. It looks like Graham and Phil are going to have what amounts to a swap-session with their respective boys. That leaves Keith and Andrew, or James and Ryan.

I'm not keen on the idea of teaming up with James and Ryan. From what I can gather, they're almost an item; I'd rather leave them to get on with it. In any case, Ryan's just been with Finlay. Teaming up with Keith and Andrew would involve putting the two brothers together, but there's no rule against it, and I don't have any other options.

As soon as Tristan sends us on our way, I make a bee-line for Keith.

"Are you looking for a foursome?" he asks, grinning.

"That was the idea," I respond, "as long as the boys are okay with it."

"It's fine with me," Andrew says.

"But Andrew and I have sex together all the time!" Finlay complains, looking a little put-out.

"Then you'll be able to put on a nice show for us," I suggest. "Show us how you enjoy yourselves!"

"But you will undress me, won't you?" Finlay asks, looking up at me.

"Of course, if that's what you want."

"And I want you to fuck me."

"Fine," I assure him. "As long as there isn't a problem."

"There won't be," he says firmly. "Daddy fucks me, and Andrew says that you're no bigger than he is."

I have to laugh. Finlay, it seems, is a feisty little bugger. I can't help liking him.

"Don't be cheeky!" Andrew scolds.

"Oh, he's fine!" I say, smiling. "You know what you want, don't you Finlay? I've no problem with that."

"Apart from Phil and Graham, the other daddies don't want to go with me," Finlay complains.

"That's because they're worried they might hurt you," Andrew says reprovingly. "You should be grateful!"

I sit in one of the armchairs.

"Come here!" I say, smiling at Finlay.

He stands in front of me. Reaching out, I undo the buttons of his shirt before easing it out of the waistband of his shorts and off his shoulders. Before I'd actually met him, he seemed rather like a very pretty doll. Now that I'm actually with him, it comes home to me that he's not a doll; he's a real, live boy, and he wants sex just as much as any of the others. Without being asked, he returns the favour, the touch of his eager young fingers bringing my cock to full mast.

"Okay, shoes and socks off," I instruct.

As soon as we've both removed our footwear, he stands in front of me again. I undo the clip at the top of his shorts and pull down the zip. He wiggles his hips, causing them to fall around his ankles, and kicks them off. As he straightens up, I run the back of my index finger over the bulge in his snow-white briefs.

"Hard already, I see!" I comment.

"I'm always hard!" he responds, grinning.

Hooking my thumbs inside the waistband, I quickly skin Finlay's underpants down his legs. His slim three-inch cock is sticking straight up, the foreskin just covering the tip. I have to admit, it's bigger than I expected.

"Very nice!" I breathe, leaning forwards to take it into my mouth.

After sucking him for half a minute or so, I let him go.

"Come on!" he urges, a big grin on his face. "Let me see what you've got!"

I stand up, allowing him to remove my trousers and boxer shorts.

"Cool!" he exclaims. "Just like Daddy's! I can't wait to have it up my bum!"

"You've got to take Andrew's first," I remind him. "Then we'll see how we go."

"That's like Daddy too," he says, smirking. "He loves to watch Drew bumming me!"

Kneeling down, he takes me into his mouth. He's good; not quite in Nicky's league, but good nonetheless.

"Oooh, that's wonderful!" I purr, running my fingers through his unruly brown hair.

"That's what my friend at school says," Finlay answers, pulling away. "He loves me sucking him."

"Does he cum in your mouth?"

"He does sometimes, but usually he fucks me."

"And how old is he?"

"Thirteen, the same as Drew. He's bigger than Drew though. He's captain of the school rugby team, yeah?"

"I take it you like having his cock up your bum?"

"Yeah! I love it!"

"Okay, well I think Andrew's ready for you now."

While Keith and I watch, he joins his brother on the bed. It's obvious that they've had plenty of practice. Kissing, fondling, sucking; they know exactly how to turn each other on. After allowing Andrew to lick him out, Finlay turns so that he's down on all-fours, facing across the bed, his feet hanging over the edge.

Getting off the bed, Andrew stands behind, guiding his well-lubed prick onto his little brother's rosebud. He thrusts it in.

"Oh, yeah!" Finlay gasps.

Holding his brother around the tops of his thighs, Andrew pushes in deeper until his stomach is pressed tight against the younger boy's bottom.

"Go on, Andrew!" Keith urges. "Give him a good seeing-to!"

Andrew needs no second bidding. Within a few seconds, he's fucking his brother as though his life depended on it, spurred on, no doubt, by Finlay's quiet moans and whimpers. Inevitably, Andrew doesn't take long.

"Ohhh!" he groans. "Oh, I'm going to cum!"

Tightening his grip on Finlay's thighs, he discharges his load of boy-cum into his brother's bottom. A few seconds later, he carefully withdraws, still gasping for breath. Getting off the bed, Finlay saunters over to me, parking himself across my lap.

"So how was that?" I ask.

"Good, of course!" he answers, smiling broadly.

Wrapping an arm around my neck, he lifts himself up, our lips meeting in a sensuous kiss. I'm impressed. Finlay really is something special.

"Do you and your schoolfriend do that?" I ask.

"Nah! Just sucking and fucking."

"I see! And do you like having his spunk up your bum?"

"Yes! Yours will be better though."

"Why's that?"

"It'll be thick and creamy, like Daddy's!"

"Then we'd better see what we can do, hadn't we?"

"You mean now?"

"Give it a few minutes. Andrew's still recovering."

He settles himself on my lap. We watch entranced as Keith goes to work on Andrew's boy-hole. It's the right move. Keith is bigger than me or Tristan, not by much, but enough to make a difference. After a few minutes, they're ready for action.

"Okay," I say quietly. "D'you think you can sit on my cock?"

"Facing towards you or away from you?"

"Away from me."

"Sure! I've taken Daddy's like that several times! Have you got the K-Y?"

I pass it to him. After expertly smearing some over my prong, he turns around, slowly lowering himself until his rosebud is in exactly the right position. I'm still very wary, convinced that it's not going to work. I mean, it really ought not to work. Totally undaunted, Finlay relaxes and pushes out. Suddenly, the head of my dick passes through his anal ring.

"Ohhhh!" he gasps.

"Pull off if it's hurting too much," I advise.

"No way!" he responds. "It's cool!"

Over the next two or three minutes, the little tyke works his way down a few millimetres at a time. As he does so, I fondle his penis. There's no hint of it softening for even a moment. Finally, he's sitting right in my lap. Just amazing! Turning around slightly, he grins up at me as much as to say, `I told you I could do it.'

"Good boy!" I whisper, appreciatively ruffling his hair.

Raising his feet, he braces them against the end of the bed. Andrew's down on all-fours, facing us, with Keith's big cock stuffed right up his bum. As soon as Finlay's in position, he lowers his head and shoulders, his lips closing over his brother's hard little nail.

"Okay," Keith instructs. "Let's fuck!"

I've no more inhibitions. This is clearly what Finlay wants, and it's what he's going to get. Immediately, I drive my dick upwards into his ten-year old bum, forcing his stiff little prick deeper into Andrew's mouth.

I was right on all counts. After barely two minutes, Finlay begins to shudder like he's just been plugged into the electric, his starfish going into spasm around my cock.

"Oh, Oh, Ohhh!" he squeaks, his hands firmly placed on his brother's head as his prick swells and jiggles in the thirteen-year old's mouth.

The effect on me is inevitable.

"Oh, you sexy little boy!" I growl. "Now take my daddy-spunk!"

Pressing down on Finlay's thighs to hold him in place, my penis jerks into action, volley after volley of my man-cream spurting into his cute little boy-hole. Keith, meanwhile, is pumping his load deep into Andrew's bum. Wow! Man-boy sex doesn't get any more explosive than that!

After a few seconds, Keith carefully pulls out. Andrew then shuffles back a little, Finlay's prick sliding from between his lips. Finally, the ten-year old lifts himself off my cock. The area to either side of his boy-hole is an angry shade of red, but it doesn't seem to concern him. Instead, he draws me into another wonderful kiss.

"Thanks!" he says, easing himself away. "That was awesome!"

"You were fantastic," I tell him, smiling, as he follows his brother into the en-suite bathroom.

"I'm guessing those two are going to have sore bums for a day or so," Keith says nonchalantly, starting to pull on his clothes. "We may as well leave them to it. Tristan's always the last to leave. They won't be in any hurry."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

When I get downstairs, Tristan comes up to me.

"I'm sorry that I didn't mention this before," he says quietly. "But please could you tell Nicky that he's not to ask my two what they get up to while they're away at school."

"Sure," I say. "No problem; I'll pass it on. Interesting though, I was with Finlay just now. He volunteered that he's got an older friend that has sex with him."

"Oh," Tristan says mysteriously. "We don't mind you knowing about that."

"I understand," I say, smiling.

I get the picture perfectly. They don't mind us knowing that Andrew and Finlay have sex with some of the boys they're at school with, but there's other stuff going on that they don't even want us to even ask about. That seems fair enough to me.

Looking across the lounge, I see that Nicky's already there. He's sitting with Craig, none of the other boys having returned yet. I stroll across to join them.

"Did you have a nice time?" I ask.

"Yes thanks, Daddy!" Nicky enthuses. "We did a chain fuck. It was super, wasn't it, Craig?"

"Yeah!" Craig agrees, grinning from ear to ear. "Awesome!"

"Sorry to be a pain," I say, turning to Craig. "Before we leave, I need a quiet word with Nicky."

"No problem!" the lad answers, getting to his feet. "I'll leave you to it."

First of all, I pass on Tristan's message.

"That's interesting," Nicky says, grinning. "I knew there was stuff that Andrew wasn't telling me."

"Well, you're not to ask about it. It's not our business. D'you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Right, now to what I wanted to talk about. After the party next Saturday, Peter's asked if he can stay over. Now obviously he can't sleep with me. That's your place. But I don't mind if you'd like him to sleep with you."

"You mean Peter and I would get to sleep together?" he asks excitedly.

"Sure! In your bed, obviously."

"Wow! That'd be awesome! Thanks, Daddy!" He pauses for a moment. "But what will you do?"

"Oh, I'll be fine," I assure him. I lower my voice. "I thought that in the morning, we might take him into the wet room."

"Daddy!" Nicky responds, the excitement bursting out of him. "That'd be fantastic! This is going to be amazing!"

I smile proudly at my beautiful, sexy boy. Although I'm trying not to get ahead of myself, I've got a very strong feeling that he could well be right.