Nicky's New Friends

by Pink Panther

And so we come to the final chapter of this little tale, where Chris, Ian and their Uncle Vern get together with Nicky, Tim and Peter. Do they have lots of fun? Read on and find out! If you've enjoyed this story, please write and tell me! Please send your comments to archimedes294@hushmail.com and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. There could be an additional chapter if there's enough interest!

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Chapter Three: Party Time!

Tim:

It's Saturday again, another warm sunny one. After collecting Peter from his house, we drive to the leisure centre not far from my flat. I've arranged for us to meet our guests there at two o'clock. Arriving around ten minutes early, we get out of the car to stretch our legs. Peter and Nicky are both wearing shorts that are rather small for them. I lick my lips. They look so sexy!

"Daddy, they're here!" Nicky says excitedly, indicating a small SUV that's parking up around twenty yards away.

As they get out, I notice that the two boys are also wearing shorts, although they're rather less revealing than the ones Peter and Nicky have on. A they stroll towards us, my eyes widen. The younger lad, obviously Chris, is nice-looking but nothing out of the ordinary. By contrast, his brother is boy-perfection! Nicky knows me too well; he told me that Ian was gorgeous.

Everything that I like in a boy, Ian has in spades. The slim physique, the long, coltish legs, the unruly blond hair, the wonderfully clear skin, the sparkling blue eyes, the perfectly shaped nose, and the warm, engaging smile that shows off his white, beautifully even teeth; he's got it all. My cock's throbbing in my boxer shorts before he gets anywhere near me.

Vern is several inches taller than me, and very slim. With all the denim he's wearing, and the cowboy-style boots, he looks like some sort of West Coast hippy. Or maybe that's just my idea of a West Coast hippy; I'm not sure. He extends a large, bony hand.

"Hi Tim!" he says, smiling. "Good to meet you at last!"

"Good to meet you too!" I respond.

His handshake is firm without being the least bit aggressive; his voice warm and relaxed. It puts me at ease. More than that, it's obvious that Chris and Ian think the world of him.

"Hi!" I respond. "You've already met Nicky. This is Peter; he's a friend of ours. Would you like to follow us back to our place? It'll take about ten minutes."

"Sure!" he says, still grinning. "Come on, kids! Back in the wagon!"

A few minutes later, we're parking up outside the flat.

"This place looks well cool!" Ian announces.

I smile; that's exactly what Craig said when he and Brad came here.

"Yeah," I agree, answering the questions before they ask them. "I'm very lucky, being able to live somewhere like this. My Dad died of a heart attack while I was at university. A few years later, my Mum succumbed to cancer. They had the house where I grew up, which they owned outright, and had a bit of money tucked away; not a vast amount, but more than enough to cover the funeral expenses. Being the only child, I got everything, pretty much."

"So you sold the house and bought this place?" Vern suggests.

"Yes. The house was great for a family, but it wasn't what I wanted. For one thing, I was never into gardening."

Making our way inside, we take the lift. A minute later, I'm letting them into the flat.

"Wow!" Ian enthuses. "This place looks like one of those posh apartments that you see on the home makeover shows!"

"Ian's the artistic one," Vern says quietly. "Aren't you?" he adds, affectionately tousling the lad's hair.

"Sort of," Ian agrees, smiling up at us, his eyes sparkling.

I swallow hard. The kid's turning me on like you wouldn't believe!

Heading into the kitchen-diner, I make tea for myself and Vern, while Nicky pours glasses of coke for himself and the other boys.

"So what's the plan?" Vern asks quietly.

"I thought we could start by pairing off for some mutual undressing; you with Nicky, me with Ian, Peter with Chris."

"Peter with Chris?" he queries. "Are you sure that'll be okay?"

"Definitely!" I assure him. "Peter's a real artist. I've seen him with Nicky. Believe me; Chris will love it!" I lower my voice. "I know Peter's not a pretty boy, but he's as sexy as all hell. You'll see!"

"Fair enough! Then what?"

"Ian and Nicky can put on a show for us, followed by Peter and Chris."

"Nice! That should be fun!"

"Then it'll be time for us to get involved. We can have a foursome, pairing you with Nicky and me with Ian."

"I like that idea!" he says, grinning. "What will we do exactly?"

"It's a bit difficult to explain," I tell him. "But what I can say is that it won't involve anything that you or the boys aren't comfortable with."

"Okay, I'll take your word for it."

"After that, we'll have dinner. It's all prepared; all I need to do is turn the oven on. It'll give you and me time to recover, yeah?"

"Sure! And afterwards, I guess we'll have a foursome with the other two; you with Chris, me with Peter."

"That's the idea!"

"Well, it all sounds good to me," Vern says, smiling. "Anyway, your gaffe, your rules! Let's get it on!"

We stroll through to the master bedroom, where I've placed three chairs around the bed. We pair off as I suggested.

"Okay, Vern," I say. "Would you and Nicky like to start?"

With Ian snuggled up next to me, I settle down to watch the show. It's a real turn-on. Vern and Nicky sensuously undress each other, not dawdling, but not rushing either. Pretty soon, they're down to their underwear. Reaching across, I begin to stroke Ian's silk-smooth thigh.

"I love those shorts Nicky was wearing," he whispers, placing his hand on my hard cock. "I've never seen them before. They're really sexy!"

"You wouldn't have," I say quietly. "He keeps them here. His mum wouldn't let him wear anything like that."

"He's got sexy little briefs on too!" he continues. "He always wears boxers when he's at home!"

"Precisely!" I say, smiling down at him.

"Wow! That is well cool!"

Nicky's briefs are next to go, Vern carefully skinning them down his legs. The man's boxer-briefs follow a few seconds later. Vern's cock's around the same length as mine, but slimmer. I allow myself a smile. Nicky would have loved having that up his bum!

Without waiting to be asked, Nicky goes down on it, sucking it right down to the root.

"Oh, baby boy!" Vern groans. "That's wonderful! But let's leave it for now, yeah? Give someone else a chance."

As Nicky lets him go, Vern sits on his chair, Nicky parking himself across the man's lap.

"Okay, Peter," I say quietly. "Your turn now!"

They begin in much the same way, but as soon as they're down to their underwear, Peter guides Chris onto the bed, where they snuggle up, their hands roaming everywhere. Very gently, Peter draws Chris into a kiss. The ten-year old seems nervous at first, but within a few seconds, he's totally relaxed, responding to the older boy's tongue as though he'd been doing it for years.

Sensuously stroking his way down Chris's back, Peter carefully works his fingers inside the waistband of the younger lad's briefs and over his bum. Very subtly, he eases them off, skilfully skinning them down Chris's legs before wrapping his fingers around the ten-year old's stiff little prick.

I glance across at Vern. His eyes are glued to the action, as though he's finding it hard to believe what he's seeing. Chris quickly returns the favour, eagerly pulling down Peter's underpants. The eyes of our three guests are out on stalks.

"Wow!" Chris exclaims. "You've got a monster!"

"Fuck!" Ian whispers, still snuggled up next to me. "I never expected him to have one that size! Chris is going to love it!"

Holding it around the base, Chris takes it into his mouth, pushing down until he's got about half of it. He begins to suck. Peter gently strokes the ten-year old's hair, quietly telling him what a wonderful job he's doing.

"Okay, guys!" Vern says quietly. "That's enough for now. It's time for Tim and Ian to show us what they can do." As Peter and Chris return to their chair, Vern turns towards me. He grins and nods, clearly very impressed by what he's just seen.

Now it's my turn. I'm strangely nervous. I'm about to undress one of the most beautiful boys I've ever seen, and my performance will be judged, not just by him, but by his uncle and his younger brother, guys that I've only just met. The fact that Peter did it so beautifully simply adds to the pressure.

I begin by helping the lad take off his football top. Within seconds, my nerves have gone. Ian is very responsive. He wants this every bit as much as I do. All I need to do is relax and go with it. Quite spontaneously, we take it in turns. Ian helps me remove my polo shirt, the touch of his long, slender fingers making me catch my breath. After removing our shoes and socks, we move onto Ian's shorts followed by my jeans, leaving us just in our underwear.

I'm a little disappointed to see that Ian's wearing red and black boxer-briefs, but I guess that's what most thirteen-year old's wear these days, so it's no real surprise. Sitting on the chair, with Ian standing in front of me, I run the back of my index finger over the lad's cotton-covered penis. It isn't just hard; it's throbbing with his heartbeat, desperate to escape from the confines of his underwear.

Carefully drawing the waistband away from his body, I skin them right down his legs and over his feet. Sitting up again, I lick my lips. Ian's cock is as ramrod straight, around four and a half inches long and still quite slim, his pee-hole just visible beyond his foreskin. With a pair of medium-sized balls directly below, it's as perfect as the rest of him.

Retracting his foreskin a little, I run my tongue over the small, shiny head before taking him fully into my mouth. Being so close, I can see a few tiny blond hairs that are just beginning to sprout above his hard dick.

Instinctively, I slip my hand between his legs, my index finger homing in on his boy-hole. Having his prick in my mouth and my finger tickling his rosebud feels wonderful. Heaven cannot be any better than this; it really can't. After a short while, I let him go.

"My turn now!" he announces, indicating for me to stand up.

In next to no time, my boxer shorts are off.

"Mmmm!" he purrs. "Nicky told me you've got a nice one!" He runs his fingers over it, almost making me explode right there. "You're going to stick it up my bum, aren't you?"

"Yes. Not right this minute, but I will later. Are you okay with that?"

"Yeah!" he breathes, grinning up at me. "It's going to be epic!"

I can't help smiling. I've heard some of the kids at school use that word recently. It seems to be one of the latest ways of saying `very, very good'. And he's right. Epic is exactly what it's going to be.

Kneeling on the floor, his lips close over my prong. He steadily works his way down until he's taking around half my length. It feels amazing, like he's just transported me from one version of heaven to another.

"Nice!" Vern says, turning towards me, a broad grin on his face. "Is it Ian and Nicky next?"

"Yeah!" I tell him, running my fingers through the teenager's hair.

"D'you want us to do that now?" Ian asks, looking up at me.

"Yes, if you're ready."

"We're ready, aren't we Nicky?" he responds, standing up again.

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Nicky:

Ian and I get onto the bed. Within a couple of seconds, we're all over each other, our hard cocks grinding together. I love having sex with him. It's not just because he looks gorgeous; he's really horny too. Of course, he's turning Daddy on something rotten. Later on, Daddy's going to fuck him. Somehow, that makes what we're doing even more special.

Up to now, we've never kissed, but I really want to do it. Pushing over on top of him, I run my tongue along his lips.

"That tickles!" he says, grinning.

"Open your mouth!" I urge.

He does, a little bit anyway. I push my tongue between his teeth, running it from side-to-side. Suddenly, he gets it, and starts doing the same to me. I love it! The smell of hot, sexy boy is making me even hornier.

After a while, we move into a sixty-nine. Ian's really good at this; the sensations are amazing! As we suck, Ian puts his hand between my legs, his forefinger working Astroglide into my bum. Finally, he lets it slide out.

"Okay how are we doing it?" I whisper, carefully lubricating his prick.

"I thought we could start with you on all-fours, so they get a good view of it going up you. Once we've got going, you can lie down, you know, with a pillow under you. Then we can really do it!"

I remember doing it like that with Ryan; it was awesome!

"You'll need to stop while I lie down," I warn. "Otherwise you'll slip out."

"Cool!" he says grinning.

After positioning the pillow where I'm going to need it, I get onto all-fours. Moments later, Ian's dick is probing my boy-hole. As I relax, it slides right up me.

"Go on, Ian!" Vern urges. "You know what he needs!"

"Yeah, bruv!" Chris adds. "Give him a good bumming!"

Ian sets to work, thrusting in really hard before pulling back again. My prick's tingling like crazy and we're not even touching it! After maybe half a minute, he stops.

"Okay," he whispers. "You can lie down now!"

Very carefully, I lower myself onto the pillow, spreading my legs wide apart.

"Oh, yes!" Vern says excitedly. "Now fuck him hard! Really go for it!"

He doesn't need telling. We've done it like this a few times now and we know what to do. As soon as he gets going, I join in. Each time he's about to stick it in, I push my hips up to meet him. With his heart thumping against my spine and his hot, sexy breath filling my nostrils, his hard dick pounds over my sex-button. The feelings are unbelievable!

Suddenly, I lose it. Lights are flashing in front of my eyes, the whole room seeming to shake. With my feet flailing, I grab at the bed, hanging on for dear life. As my prick swells and jerks against the pillow, my bum goes into spasm around Ian's cock.

"Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!" he rasps. "Oh, yeah!"

As he grips my shoulders, his hot boy-juice squirts into my bum. Wow! That was so special! After a few seconds, he slowly pulls out. Still gasping for breath, I go back to sit with Vern, while Ian returns to Daddy.

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Tim:

"That was quite a show!" Vern says, grinning broadly.

"It certainly was," I agree, looking forward more than ever to getting my cock into Ian's bum.

"Okay, Peter!" Vern continues. "It's time to finish what you started!"

With Peter leading the way, he and Chris get back onto the bed. They begin by reprising the fondling, kissing and sucking that they did earlier. Very gradually, Peter moves things towards the intended climax. I can't help admiring how gentle and sensuous he is. Chris seems so relaxed; he's perfectly happy to simply go with it.

After an exchange of blow-jobs, Chris gets onto all-fours. Kneeling behind, Peter begins to lick him out.

"He's a real expert, isn't he?" Vern whispers, leaning across to me.

I smile and nod. What makes him so special is that he refuses to rush things. For a boy of his age, that's quite exceptional. Eventually he moves onto a finger-fuck. Using plenty of Astroglide, he begins with one finger, not adding a second until Chris is ready for it. Finally, he allows both digits to slide out.

"Turn onto your back," he instructs.

As soon as Chris is lying down, Peter lifts the ten-year old's legs. Getting the idea, Chris pulls them right back, holding them so that his knees are close to his ears. Peter shuffles in close, guiding his well-lubricated prong onto the younger boy's rosebud.

Very carefully, he pushes it in. Once again, his patience is quite remarkable, working his way in a few millimetres at a time until his whole five inches is buried in Chris's boy-hole.

"Are you okay?" Peter asks, smiling down at him.

"Yeah! Come on, Peter! I want you to bum me!"

Beginning quite steadily, Peter builds up quite slowly, the length and pace of his thrusts gradually increasing. Just as with Haydon a week earlier, it's rhythmic and powerful, but beautifully controlled. There's not a hint of aggression. For his part, Chris is moaning quietly, clearly enjoying every second of it.

"Is that good?" Peter breathes, just loud enough for the rest of us to hear.

"Oh yes! It feels amazing!"

Around half a minute later, Chris bucks involuntarily, his starfish visibly spasming around his older friend's cock.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Peter gasps. "I'm going to cum!"

Holding the tops of Chris's thighs, he pumps several volleys of sticky boy-juice into the ten-year old's bum. I'm on cloud nine. It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.

"I think Peter's made a new friend there," Vern says quietly. "That was something else!"

I smile and nod, convinced that he's right. If confirmation were needed, the two boys return to their chair, Chris once again parking himself across Peter's lap, clearly quite happy to have the older boy's spunk still inside him.

I now have to focus. After watching the warm-up acts, it's my turn to perform. Within the next fifteen minutes, I'm going to be fucking Ian's bum. Pounding the arse of one of the most beautiful boys I've ever seen is the most exciting prospect I can imagine. But I mustn't get carried away. Ian's very slim, and as far as I know, Vern's the only guy who's ever fucked him.

Vern's cock isn't as thick as mine, so I'll need to make sure that the lad is properly prepared. While we were undressing each other, Ian told me he was looking forward to taking my cock. What I have to do is to make sure the experience is everything he thinks it's going to be.

The four of us move onto my king-size bed, Vern and Nicky on one side, Ian and I on the other.

"Okay," I whisper into the thirteen-year old's ear. "Get on all-fours, feet right down at the foot of the bed."

As Ian gets into position, I kneel on the floor directly behind him. Parting his bum-cheeks, I set about the serious business of licking him out. The way he's moaning and gurgling, it's obvious that he's enjoying it. Taking a leaf out of Peter's book, I do the most thorough job I can, only withdrawing when my tongue's aching so badly, I don't have a choice.

Using plenty of Astroglide, I steadily push my index finger into Ian's bum. It goes in easily. Taking my time, I work it in and out, wiggling it around to open up his cute little starfish. Finally, I push in a second digit below the first. Ian gasps, but within a couple of seconds, he's relaxed and breathing normally again. After a couple of preliminary forays, I set about giving him a `corkscrew-fuck', twisting my fingers around as I work them in and out.

"Ohhh!" Ian groans. "I want your cock!"

I look across at Nicky, who's playfully smearing Astroglide over Vern's prong.

"Are you guys ready?" I ask.

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Okay, then."

"Right!" Nicky says, picking up a pillow and placing it at the foot of the bed. "Lie on your back, please; your head down at this end."

As soon as Vern's in position, Nicky kneels astride the man's chest, facing towards him.

"Now hold your dick up for me," he instructs, grinning down at him.

With Vern holding his cock around the base, Nicky shuffles back a little until he's in exactly the right position. After taking a deep breath, he pushes down, allowing it to pop through his starfish.

"Wow!" Vern says, smiling. "I've never had a boy do that for me before!"

"Okay," I whisper to Ian. "Up you get!"

Helping him to his feet, I get him standing at the foot of the bed, his feet apart and his knees on either side of Vern's head.

"Now bend over," I say quietly. "There's a good boy!"

He does as I ask, resting his hands on the mattress. Moving in behind, I guide my cock onto his boy-hole. With one well-directed thrust, I stuff it in. My patience has paid off; it goes in beautifully. The lad doesn't even wince.

Holding him around the tops of his thighs, I push in deeper, steadily reaming his wonderfully tight tunnel. Finally, I'm where I've wanted to be since I first saw him, with my cock balls-deep in his cute little bum.

"Oh yeah!" he breathes. "Do you want me to suck Nicky's prick?"

"That's the idea!"

"Cool!" he responds, before going down on my boy's penis.

"Now keep nice and still!" I order. I look up at Nicky. "Right!" I say, grinning. "Let's do it!"

He doesn't hesitate, riding Vern's cock and thrusting his three-inch nail into Ian's mouth. As I expected, he totally goes for it, just as he did with Tristan, while I set to work fucking the teenager's bum. Once again, I follow Peter's example, building it up until it's strong and rhythmic, but taking care not to overdo it.

All the time, I keep an eye on Nicky's face. History suggests that he won't last long. I strongly suspect that Vern won't either. A minute passes. For me, things are building nicely. A few seconds later, I notice Nicky begin to grimace, a sure sign that he's getting close. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around Ian's cock, delighted to find that it's throbbing beautifully.

I've just begun to wank him when everything goes crazy. Nicky bucks violently, his prick jerking in Ian's mouth, his rosebud going into spasm around Vern's cock.

"Oh, fuck!" Vern explodes, his hands pressing down on Nicky's thighs. "Here it comes, kid!"

As he pumps his cum into my sexy son's boy-hole, Ian's prick springs into life, little jets of boy-juice splattering his uncle's stomach. I was already close to the edge, and that's the final straw. Holding the tops of Ian's thighs, I pump my man-cream deep into his bottom.

`That was totally wild!' I reflect. `Even better than I expected!'

After a few seconds, I slowly pull out, the sensitivity of my penis and the aching in my balls a testament to the amount of spunk that Ian's milked out of me. The other guys disengage too. As Nicky gets off the bed, he's leaking profusely, Vern's cum trickling down his legs. He heads for the wet room.

"Wait a moment," Peter suggests. "I'll clean you up. Just bend over the chair!"

With Nicky in position, Peter kneels down behind and begins to lick the spunk from my boy's thighs.

"Yeukkk!" Ian says, looking shocked.

"What's the problem?" Peter asks. "It's only protein. It's good for you!"

"Doesn't it taste of shit?" Ian demands.

"No, not at all!" Peter says confidently. "I've done it loads of times."

"Okay guys!" I announce. "Dinner in twenty minutes!"

"Do we have to get dressed?" Chris asks.

"Not unless you want to," I tell him.

"Will we be doing our foursome afterwards?" Peter enquires.

"That's the plan," I respond. "Vern and I need time to recover."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

A little over twenty minutes later, we're sitting around the dining table. I've done a big tray of my signature lamb hotpot. The boys tuck in like they've not eaten for a week. It's no surprise. They're healthy, hungry lads; they need to be fed.

"This is great!" Peter enthuses. "Really delicious!"

"Yeah!" Ian adds. "Thanks Tim!"

"I understand you did a masters' at Imperial," I say, turning to Vern.

"Yes, that's right," he confirms.

"So what are you doing with yourself these days?"

"I work in product development for a company that supplies equipment to the renewable energy sector."

"That's great," I say, smiling.

I've got the picture. He's a very bright guy, just as Nicky suggested, and he's involved in some cutting-edge stuff. I don't need the details; I doubt if I'd understand if he told me. A short time later, I'm looking at six empty plates.

"Well that seems to have gone down okay," I comment. "Anyone for dessert? It's spiced apple and apricot crumble."

There's a chorus of "Yes, please!" Served with vanilla ice cream, it's not long before we've polished that off too.

"Did you make that?" Ian asks.

"Yes," I tell him. "I love cooking. Living on my own, most of the time it isn't worth doing stuff like that. Today was an opportunity. It's actually the first time I've had six people around this table."

"Well, thanks for taking the trouble," he says, smiling. "It was awesome!"

I smile back, glowing inside. Ian's not just beautiful and sexy; quite clearly, he's also a really nice lad. After shooing the boys into the lounge, Vern and I set about clearing things away.

"Actually," he says quietly. "We have a little problem. As you might imagine, Chris is very tight. He likes taking my cock, but I have to be very careful sticking it in. Having seen how much thicker yours is, he's worried you'll hurt him."

"That makes two of us," I respond. "It's not a problem. You and I can swap over. I'll fuck Peter; you fuck Chris."

"Okay," he agrees, looking reluctant. "It's a shame though. I was looking forward to giving Peter a good seeing-to."

"There is an alternative," I suggest. "We could split into two threesomes. You with Chris and Peter, me with the other two." I pause for a moment. "You could do a chain fuck," I suggest, before explaining how it would work.

"Sounds good to me!" Vern says, grinning. "And I'm sure Chris won't object. He loved taking Peter's cock the first time."

"When you stick it in," I tell him. "Only go just over halfway, yeah? You need to give Peter room to work. Then you just kneel there and let him get on with it."

"Sure!" he says, nodding. "This is going to be an afternoon of firsts, for me and the boys."

"Of course, it'd mean I'd be fucking Ian again. I'm not sure how he'll feel about that."

"I'll ask him," he says quietly.

He heads out of the room. A few seconds later, Ian appears.

"Uncle Vern says you'd like to bum me again," he says, looking me right in the eye.

"Yes, but only if you're okay with it. You don't have to. If you're too sore or whatever, we'll come up with something else."

"Is this because Chris thinks you'll hurt him?"

"Yes, that's right."

"I was worried about that too. Chris is still really tight. I don't think he's ready for yours yet. So will we do the same as the other three?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could try a slight variation on what we did earlier, the difference being that Nicky will suck you, rather than you sucking him."

"Cool!" he says, grinning. "That's going to be amazing!"

"Great!" I say, putting an arm around his shoulder. "I'm sure you'll like it!" The one thing I don't tell him is where we'll be doing it. I'm going to leave that as a surprise. "Ask Peter to come in here, will you?"

After around a minute, the still-naked twelve-year old saunters in.

"You know how to do a chain-fuck don't you?" I ask.

"Sure!" he assures me, smiling.

"That's what I'd like you to do. Chris isn't ready for mine yet, but Vern still wants to fuck you. I thought a chain-fuck would be the way to go. Vern's sure Chris will be happy to take your cock again."

"Works for me!"

I grab a quiet word with Nicky too, quickly explaining what I have in mind.

"You know, like we did with Sean," I conclude.

"Yes, Daddy!" he says excitedly. "It's going to be awesome!" He pauses for a moment. "You really like Ian, don't you?"

"Yes," I concede, giving him a wry grin. "You definitely got that right!"

A few minutes later, we're back in my bedroom.

"Okay," I say turning to Chris, Peter and Vern. "You guys have been waiting longest. You can go first. Take your time; there's no hurry."

The trio get into some wonderfully relaxed foreplay, each of them stroking, fondling and sucking the other two. After ten minutes or so, Vern sets about licking Peter out, before working some Astroglide into the youngster's starfish. They're ready to go.

Once again, Chris turns onto his back, pulling his legs up and holding them so that his knees are close to his ears. Kneeling on the bed, Peter shuffles in close, guiding his well-lubed cock onto his younger friend's rosebud. Chris watches, fascinated, as it slowly disappears into his boy-hole.

"Are you okay?" Peter asks.

"Yeah!" Chris says, grinning. "It feels amazing!"

Having settled himself, Peter bends at the waist, pushing his torso down between Chris's legs. With the lad in position, Vern moves in behind him, carefully driving his prong around two-thirds of the way into the twelve-year old's bum.

"Okay, Peter," I say quietly. "You know what to do."

Starting quite slowly, he thrusts his prick deeper into Chris's bum before pulling back to impale himself on Vern's cock. Within half a minute, he hits the perfect rhythm, delivering long, powerful strokes; in, out, in, out.

I study the faces of the three participants. Chris is smiling and grimacing, the pleasure he's experiencing clear for all to see. By contrast, Peter's face is a mask of serene concentration. It tells me that although he's working hard, he has everything well under control. Finally, Vern's look is mainly one of astonishment, as though he doesn't quite believe what's happening.

"Oh! Ohh! Ohhhh!" Chris squeaks, his feet flailing uncontrollably.

He squirms and shudders, his prick swelling and pulsing, his rosebud spasming around Peter's dick. The effect is inevitable.

"Oh yes!" Peter gasps. "I'm going to cum!"

A moment later, it's his turn to be overtaken by crazy muscle-spasms. As his boy-juice squirts over and over into Chris's bum, his anal contractions take Vern right over the edge.

"My turn now!" he declares.

Tightening his grip on the tops of Peter's thighs, he thrusts right in, rope after rope of hot, creamy spunk spurting powerfully into the twelve-year old's boy-hole. Wow! Watching that has got me horny beyond belief! After a short pause, they disengage. This time, it's Peter that's leaking.

"Peter," Nicky asks. "D'you want me to clean you up?"

"You don't have to," Peter responds, looking doubtful.

"I want to, silly!" Nicky adds, grinning.

"Okay, then! As long as you're sure!"

As he gets back onto all-fours, Nicky sets to work, licking up the spunk that's trickling down Peter's legs. Gradually, he works his way upwards until he's taking it directly from the older boy's starfish. Although I find it wonderfully erotic, it's alarming too. When I got Nicky into this, I never dreamed he'd do anything like that.

Peter and Chris quickly visit the toilet, returning a couple of minutes later. Finally, we've reached the part I've been waiting for. Helping Ian off the bed, I guide him into the wet-room.

"What are we doing in here?" he asks, looking puzzled.

"You'll see!" I respond, smiling.

"We can watch from the door," Nicky says, turning to the others.

"Aren't you going to join in?" Chris queries.

"I will in a bit," Nicky answers, grinning. "Just watch!"

With Ian positioned under the shower, I turn it on, before filling my hand with shower gel. Starting from his shoulders, I begin to massage it into his clear, silk-smooth skin. Ian relaxes instantly, just as I hoped he would. Slowly and carefully, I work my way down his back, down his chest and his stomach, over his bum and his boy-parts, and right down his legs.

Standing up again, I squeeze some gel into his hand, allowing him to return the favour. He doesn't hesitate. As I might have guessed, his touch is exquisite, getting me hornier by the second. After rinsing his prick, I kneel down and take him into my mouth. The suction is unbelievable, just as it's been with the other boys I've had in here.

Anxious not to make him cum sooner than I want him to, I let him go. Without me saying a word, he returns the favour. Within a matter of seconds, I feel an orgasm starting.

"You'd better stop," I warn. "I don't want to cum yet."

Allowing my penis to slide from between his lips, he stands up again.

"Okay," I whisper. "Bend over the toilet. Rest your hands on the seat."

As soon as he's in position, I kneel down behind and begin to lick him out. As I fucked him barely ninety minutes ago, there's no real need. After a few seconds, I pull away. I quickly coat my finger with Astroglide, I push it right into him. It goes in easily, leading me to conclude that I probably didn't need to do that either. Getting back to my feet, I slather Astroglide over my cock.

"Just in case anyone doesn't know," I say, grinning. "Don't ever use shower gel instead of lube. It does the job okay, but it's an irritant, which means it stings like hell!"

Stepping in close, I line up my prong on Ian's starfish. With one well-directed thrust, I penetrate him.

"Ohhhhh!" he gasps. "Oh, yeah!"

Holding him around the tops of his thighs, I slowly push in deeper until he's got the whole thing. At this point, Nicky saunters in. Kneeling on the far side of the toilet, he leans forwards, his mouth closing over Ian's prick.

After taking a deep breath, I begin to fuck. It's glorious, the sensations simply out of this world. But what makes the experience really special are the sounds: the running water, Ian's quiet moans of pleasure, but above all the rhythmic slapping of wet skin on wet skin as my pubic bone collides repeatedly with Ian's cute little bottom. I know of nothing else that compares with it.

"Do you like this?" I demand.

"Oh, yeah!" he confirms. "It feels awesome!"

I press on, remorselessly pounding into him. Suddenly, I feel him begin to tense up.

"Ohhh" he squeaks, his voice almost strangulated. "I'm going to cum!"

Within an instant, his dick jerks into action. Little jets of boy-cum squirt into Nicky's mouth, while at the same moment, his starfish spasms quite beautifully around my cock.

"Oh, you sexy boy!" I growl. "Now I'm going to shoot too!"

Thrusting right in, I pump another load of hot cream into his delightful little tunnel. As my orgasm slowly subsides, I'm exultant. Nothing could possibly be better than that!

After a few seconds, Nicky pulls away.

"More yummy spunk!" he announces, grinning and licking his lips.

Very carefully, I ease my way out, my cock so sensitive I can hardly bear to touch it. It doesn't matter. It's a small price to pay for an experience like I've just had.

"Okay boys," I say, moving back into the bedroom. "Take your clothes and put them in Nicky's room. You can use the main bathroom. Have a bath or a shower, whatever you want. Vern and I need to have a chat."

"Daddy," Nicky asks. "D'you think we'll all fit in the bath?"

"You might, just about," I concede, assessing that as it's designed for two adults, it might be possible. "Just try not to get water all over the floor."

Picking up their clothes, they head out of the room. I close the door behind them, reflecting what a wonderful experience today has been.

"I really must thank you for inviting us," Vern says, smiling. "It's been fantastic! Even the meal was superb! And as for the sex, I've fucked two gorgeous boys and didn't have to do a stroke of work on either occasion. Quite extraordinary! And what you did with Ian and Nicky just now; that was unreal! I can't wait to do that with my two. I'm not sure where, but we'll have to do it!"

"It's been our pleasure," I assure him, smiling back. "Now to the serious bit. I promised that I'd explain why Nicky and I can't visit you when you're babysitting Chris and Ian, so let me do that. When Nicky's due to stay with me, I drive over and collect him. When it's time for him to go back, I take him. I quite often stay for a meal with them before coming back here, but that's it. I don't visit that area at any other time or for any other reason. Now, if I were to be seen visiting Chris and Ian's house, which is quite likely, that information could easily get back to Nicky's mum. At that point, all bets are off. That's not a risk that either you or I can afford to take."

"That does make sense," Vern admits. "It's a shame, but there it is."

"Unfortunately," I continue. "It goes further than that. Andrea likes Chris and Ian, so I'm quite happy for Nicky to spend time with them when he gets home from school. I can't see that causing a problem. But it stops there. Even if he's finished all his homework, Nicky's not allowed out after supper if he's got school the next day. That's just how it is. And on the one occasion that he did come over, you got away with one. If his mum had known that the boys' parents weren't going to be there, she wouldn't have allowed him to come over. Worse than that, she'd have started asking some rather awkward questions. That's the last thing we need."

"Doesn't she ask questions about what he gets up to while he's here?" Vern queries.

"When Nicky goes back home, we make sure that everything looks exactly as it should. Oh, his mum always asks him what we've been doing, but she doesn't want the details, so it's easy enough for us to bluff our way through it. But that's the thing about us having joint custody. When Nicky's staying with me, he's my responsibility. Legally, it's not her concern. She can enjoy her social life without having to worry about what Nicky's getting up to."

"That sounds like my sister and her husband," Vern says, giving me a wry grin.

"It may sound the same," I counter. "But the legal position's quite different. They're still responsible; Andrea isn't. If anyone found out what you've been up to, your sister and her husband would have some pretty difficult questions to answer."

"You've obviously thought this through," he concedes, nodding. "I'm not going to argue. After all, we have to keep ourselves safe, don't we?"

"Now during the school holidays," I go on. "If you and the boys are interested, I'll be quite happy to arrange some more little get-togethers like the one we've had today."

"Oh, we'll be more than interested!" he says, his face lighting up. "Today's been amazing! We've enjoyed every second of it."

Forty minutes later, Vern, Chris and Ian are on their way home. After showing them out, I stroll back into the lounge. Peter and Nicky, dressed only in their skimpy shorts, are snuggled up on the sofa. I flop down in one of the armchairs.

"So how has today been for you?" I ask.

"Daddy, it's been fantastic!" Nicky enthuses. "I hope we can do it again!"

"Totally!" Peter agrees, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Thanks for inviting me!"

"Well, that's okay then!" I respond, smiling back "I suggest that we just relax now before going to bed."

The boys nod their agreement, clearly quite happy to stay right where they are.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Nicky:

It's half past nine when Peter and I head off to bed. After visiting the bathroom to have a pee and clean our teeth, we return to my room.

"Are we sleeping naked?" Peter asks, standing by his side of the bed.

"I always sleep naked when I'm with Daddy."

"Okay then," he says, quickly removing his shorts and slipping under the duvet.

I follow suit, turning off the light as I slide in next to him. Instinctively, we snuggle up, Peter wrapping an arm around me to draw me in. He begins to gently run his fingers down my back and over my bum. It feels wonderful!

Our lips meet. I'm not quite sure how; they just do. But it's not one of those intense kisses; it's really gentle, Peter's tongue moving slowly over my teeth, while my tongue does the same to him. The message is loud and clear; we've got as long as we want, and things will happen as and when we want them to.

Sliding my hand down between us, I carefully take hold of his cock. It's rock-hard and throbbing, just as knew it would be. I fondle it, reflecting that I want it inside me, maybe not right now, but before we go to sleep.

And so it continues. We kiss, we stroke, we suck; each us responding to what the other one is doing. It's amazingly relaxed; I love it! I guess Peter's sort of in charge, but the way he does it, you really wouldn't know.

Very gently, he rolls me onto my left side, facing away from him. A moment later, he's licking my bum-hole. Oh, yes! Without even thinking about it, I cock up my right leg to make it easier for him. The feelings just get better. After a couple of minutes, he pulls away.

"D'you want me to fuck you?" he whispers.

"Yeah!"

"How d'you want it?"

"You know!"

A greasy finger makes its way into my bum, gently pushing in and out. After a short while, a second one joins it, the two fingers carefully opening me up. Finally, they both slide out. He hands me the K-Y. Turning to face him, I smear some over his prick.

"Okay then?" he asks.

"Yeah!"

Picking up one of the pillows, I position it under my boy-bits. Lying face-down on top, I spread my legs. When Peter's fucked me before I've either been standing up or on all-fours, so this is new.

"Do you need the light on?" I query.

"No, I like it like this. Let's leave if off."

That suits me; I like it too. A moment later, I feel the head of his dick pressing against my starfish. I relax and push out, allowing it to slide into me. Oh, yes! I feel so warm and full! I know his cock's not as big as Daddy's, but I don't care. Peter's only twelve and he's amazing!

He starts to move, pulling well back before thrusting in again. Once again, the feelings just get better! As he gets into his stride, I join in the action, pushing my hips up as he pushes down. With his cock thrusting over my sex-button and my prick rubbing against the pillow, the tingling sensations build and build until they're almost unbearable.

Suddenly, the dam bursts. Hardly able to breathe, I shudder from head to toe. As my dick jerks into life, my bum-hole goes into spasm around Peter's cock.

"Oh, Nicky!" he gasps. "Oh yes!"

A moment later, jets of his hot, sticky boy-juice squirt into my bum. Wow! That was everything I wanted and then some! After a few seconds, Peter's cock slides out. I'm a bit messy, but it's okay. I'll be able to sleep with his spunk inside me without it leaking out. We snuggle up again, my head on Peter's chest. Before I know it, I'm fast asleep.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

When I wake up, narrow shafts of light are streaming into the room. Looking up, I find that I'm still exactly where I was.

"Hi!" Peter says, smiling. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Like a log! What about you?"

"The same, thanks!"

"What's the time?" I ask

"Quarter to seven."

"How long have you been awake?"

"Only about five minutes. You looked so peaceful; I didn't want to wake you."

"Thanks! Do you want to do some more, . . . you know?"

"Sure, but I'll need a pee first."

"Me too!"

We head to the bathroom. Returning a few minutes later, we crawl under the covers and snuggle up. Over the next twenty-odd minutes, we pretty much repeat what we did last night. Once again, it's absolutely wonderful. I thought Peter might want to fuck me in a different position, but he never mentions it, so I guess having me lying face-down must be pretty good for him too.

As before, it ends with Peter's sticky cum squirting into my boy-hole. As soon as he pulls out, we roll onto our sides, facing each other.

"Let's go and see Daddy," I suggest. "He should be awake by now."

"Sure!" he agrees, smiling.

After pulling on our shorts, we head out of the room.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Tim:

A tap on my bedroom door makes me look up. A moment later, Nicky and Peter make their way in. Although they're wearing shorts, the look on their faces pretty much spells out what they've been up to.

"I hope you two got some sleep," I say sternly.

"Oh" Peter asserts. "We were asleep by quarter past ten, weren't we Nicky?"

"And when did you wake up?"

"I woke at twenty to seven; Nicky a few minutes later."

"Hmmm! I thought I heard you moving around a little while ago. So before and after, then?"

They look at each other, still grinning mischievously.

"I guess we were quite naughty," Peter admits. "Well, I was anyway; very naughty in fact."

Nicky looks puzzled, but I understand perfectly. Peter wants me to spank him again. Although it's not something I do very often, if I'm going to smack a boy's bottom, his is probably the one I'd pick.

"Yes," I agree. "That is very naughty! Wait here, the pair of you while I do the necessary. I'll be back in a few minutes!"

Getting out of bed, I head into the wet room for a pee and a shave. As soon as I'm ready for action, I open the door.

"Right!" I order. "Take your shorts off and come in here!"

They do as I've instructed, Peter leading the way, Nicky following.

"I was hoping we'd do this," Peter whispers as I position him under the shower.

With the warm water streaming down, I set about soaping him up. It's a huge turn-on, Peter reacting as enthusiastically as any of the boys I've brought in here. After our initial foreplay, we take turns sucking each other. Once again, the suction is so extreme, a few seconds is the most either of us can tolerate.

"Okay, bend over the toilet," I say, helping him to his feet.

He gets into position, just as he saw Ian do yesterday evening, leaving me to get him ready to take my cock. As Vern gave him a good seeing-to not much more than twelve hours ago, there's not much I need to do. Standing him up, I squeeze some Astroglide onto his fingers. He turns to face me, carefully applying it to my cock.

"Right," I say quietly. "Back as you were."

As he bends over, I take a deep breath. It's time to give him that little extra thing he asked for.

Raising my right hand, I give him a firm smack across the buttocks. For some reason, the running water makes it sound like a whip-crack.

"Owww!" he protests.

Undaunted, I administer a second blow. There's another sound like a whip-crack, Peter's boy-hole twitching invitingly. Without a moment's hesitation, I move in close, guiding my cock right onto it.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" I demand.

"Oh yes!" Peter gasps. "Please, Daddy Tim! Stick your cock up my bum!"

I penetrate him in less than a second. Placing my hands around the tops of his thighs, I draw him onto me, burying my cock as deep as it will go. Looking up, I see Nicky standing on the far side of the toilet. He's playing with his stiff little prick.

"As you've been so naughty," I rasp. "You'd better get your lips around Nicky's cock!"

As Peter complies, I nod to my son.

"Okay! Let's give him what he needs!"

Immediately, we both begin to fuck, the sounds and the sensations even wilder than they were yesterday. Inevitably, it doesn't take long. After less than two minutes, Nicky's breathing becomes harsh and irregular.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" he squeaks, his prick swelling and jerking in Peter's mouth.

I'd hoped to hang on for a while longer, but I'm so turned-on, I've got no chance. Stuffing my cock right in, I pump rope after rope of hot creamy spunk into the twelve-year old's bum. I'm elated; it doesn't get any hotter than that!

And it's not quite over. With Nicky having eased himself away, I carefully withdraw.

"Turn around!" I order.

Peter turns around to find me kneeling on the floor, directly below the shower.

"Come on!" I urge. "You know what I want!"

He does know, and he's more than happy to provide it. Guiding his cock between my lips, he begins to fuck my mouth. Barely twenty seconds later, his prick jerks into action, his tangy boy-juice coating my tongue. After a short pause, he pulls back.

"Mmmmm!" I purr, licking my lips. "You make beautiful spunk!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After breakfast, we drive back to Peter's house. The boys sit together on the back seat. It makes me look like a taxi-driver, but on this occasion, I really don't mind. It was what they wanted to do, and I'm happy to let them.

When we arrive, all three of us present ourselves at the front door.

"So how did it go?" James asks, welcoming us inside.

"Oh, it was awesome, Daddy!" Peter says, beaming. "We had a great time!"

As Peter shows Nicky around, James takes me into the lounge.

"I really didn't need to ask just then," he said, giving me a knowing smile. "Peter's body-language said it for him. He's had a wonderful time. He'll give me the details later. You don't mind, do you?"

"No; after all, you are his daddy."

"There's nothing for you to worry about in any case. Whatever he tells me will remain confidential. Tell me, are you planning to do this again at some point?"

"I'd like to. It'd have to be during the school holidays though."

"If you wanted to keep them together for a bit longer, you could rent The Lodge for a few days."

"Really?" I query.

"Sure! It' not that expensive. If you're interested, talk to Tristan about it."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We're driving back home, with Nicky sitting in the front, next to me.

"So what have you planned for this morning?" I ask, reaching across to stroke his thigh.

"Sean and Joel will probably want to go to the woods," he says smiling.

"That's fair enough," I tell him.

It's another warm, sunny day; ideal for outdoor sex. I'll miss my session with them in the wet room, but in the circumstances, that's probably a good thing.

"Daddy," Nicky says, a mischievous grin on his face. "I haven't had your cock up my bum since Friday evening."

"Wait till this afternoon," I respond, running my fingers over his stiff little prick. "I'm sure I can put that right for you!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Nicky:

We've been home for about ten minutes when Sean and Joel arrive.

"Is it okay if we go to the woods?" Joel asks excitedly.

"Sure!" I answer. "I'll just tell Daddy where we're going."

Fifteen minutes later we're tucked away in our hiding place, our shorts and underpants down around our ankles. As usual, we take turns sucking each other until our cocks are nice and wet.

"Okay, Nicky," Sean says. "Bend over for us!"

Standing with my feet apart, I bend right over, keeping myself steady by holding onto the trunk of a small tree. Moments later, Sean's licking me out. I'm not sure if he can tell that I've been fucked several times since he saw me yesterday. If he can, he doesn't say anything.

After a few minutes, he works some K-Y into my bum, his finger sliding in very easily.

"Okay, Joel," he says taking it out. "Stick it up him!"

Within a couple of seconds, I've got Joel's prick up my bum. It feels good, just like it always does.

"Now go for it!" Sean orders.

Joel doesn't need to be told twice. With his hands around the tops of my thighs, he begins jack-hammering into me like the world's about to end. His prick's just long enough to rub my prostate, making my dick twitch and tingle.

"Oooh!" Oooh! Ooooh!" he squeaks, tightening his grip on my legs. "I'm going to cum!"

Moments later, little jets of watery boy-juice squirt right into me. Finally, he pulls out.

"Okay!" Sean says before I have a chance to move. "My turn now!"

I'd wondered if this would be what we'd do. Well, I'm not complaining! The amazing thing is how different it feels. Because Sean's cock is that much longer, he can pull back further without it slipping out. Having Joel fuck me was fun, but this is way better!

"Play with my cock!" I urge.

Reaching down, Sean wraps his fingers around my prick and begins to wank me. It's exactly what I needed. After no more than a dozen strokes, I begin to shake. As my dick swells and jerks in his hand, my boy-hole goes into spasm around his cock.

"Oh, yes!" he whispers. "Here it comes!"

Holding me around the thighs, he pumps his hot teen spunk deep into my bum, just as I'd hoped he would. After a few seconds, his prick slides out. I quickly pull up my underpants. It's not just that I love having spunk inside me; I'm leaving it in there so Daddy will find it later.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's nearly four o'clock when Daddy suggests that we go into his bedroom. We've been snuggled up on the sofa for the past hour, stroking and kissing each other, so we're both hard already. Once we're in his room, we begin undressing each other. I love this bit; I know Daddy does too. We take our time. That's part of the fun.

Finally, we're both naked. Scooping me up, Daddy places me on the bed and snuggles up next to me. We kiss, our tongues dancing together, Daddy's hands running all over me. It feels amazing; I love everything about it!

When the kiss ends, Daddy scoots down the bed. Resting his head on my stomach, he takes my prick into his mouth and begins to suck me. And as if that wasn't good enough, he slips his hand between my legs and strokes the sensitive area behind my balls. The sensations are unbelievable!

"Oh, Daddy!" I moan. "That feels so good! I'm your boy, aren't I, Daddy?"

"Oh yes!" he confirms, letting me go. "You're my boy alright!"

I quickly return the favour, taking his cock right down my throat.

"Oh, Nicky!" he gasps. "That's fantastic! You're such a good boy! I'm so lucky to have you!"

Being the only one of the younger boys at The Syndicate that can do this, it's a real buzz to know how much he appreciates it.

"Ohhhh!" he adds. "You'd better stop! I don't want to cum yet."

"I'll do that for you anytime," I say, quickly letting him go.

I get onto all-fours, allowing him to lick me out.

"Oh, you naughty boy!" he hisses. "You're all spunky! Whose is it?"

"Sean's and Joel's."

"So they both fucked you?"

"Yes, Daddy. That's very naughty, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is! Peter's first thing this morning, then those two later on; that's really naughty! Are you sure you still want mine?"

"Of course I do, Daddy! You're the best!"

"And you're the most wonderful Daddy's boy in the whole world!" he whispers. "I know Ian's really gorgeous, but he's not you."

I understand perfectly. Since I lost my cherry, I've been with several boys a bit older than me, six other daddies and Vern. I've enjoyed being fucked by every one of them, but if I had to pick just one guy to be with, it would have to be Daddy. And it's the same for him; that's what he just told me. He loves having other boys to fuck, why wouldn't he? But I'm his number one, and that makes me feel so special.

Within a couple of minutes, I'm lying face-down with him on top. He's giving me the best fuck possible, with me joining in, the way I always do. It doesn't matter how many other guys I meet; he's my Daddy and I'm his boy. Nobody else even comes close.