Tim & Nicky Series: The Syndicate's New Recruits

By Pink Panther

This is a new 3-part story, and introduces some new characters. Tim and Nicky won't appear until the final chapter. Remember that these stories include sexual acts between underage boys and both related and unrelated adult males. If this is not what you wish to read, please leave this page now. If, for whatever reason, it is illegal for you to read this type of material, neither I nor Nifty can accept any responsibility for the consequences if you decide to read it anyway. Feedback is always welcome. Please send your comments to archimedes294@hushmail.com and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

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Chapter One: Paul's Discovery

It's a warm Saturday afternoon in early June. At half past two, my wife leaves the house to visit her mother. Now that I finally have the place to myself, I head into the utility room. Picking up the wash basket, I empty its contents onto the worktop. I begin to sort through them. I soon locate what I'm looking for, a pair of skimpy white briefs belonging to Jake, our ten-year old son. Well, my ten-year old son. The boy's mother never pays the lad any attention at all.

I examine them carefully, but I'm disappointed to find that they look perfectly normal. Resuming my search, I soon find another pair. Picking them up, I check out the crotch. There it is, exactly as I expected, an unmistakeable stain right by where Jake's bum-hole would be. I lick my lips, my penis hardening to full mast. I've suspected for a while that something was going on. Now I've got the evidence.

I've been a boy-lover for as long as I can remember, with preteens being my favourite age-group. When Jake was born, I vowed to myself that as soon as the lad was old enough, I'd make him a daddy's boy. As Jake's grown up, I've given him lots of hugs and cuddles, which the lad has always willingly accepted. We often sit snuggled up on the sofa watching television, my arm around his shoulder, our legs in contact. But there's never been any sexual touching. I wanted to leave that until the time was right.

Jake's cute, pretty even. Everyone says so. Standing four feet six inches tall, he has a gorgeous little body, with bright blue eyes, collar-length blond hair, a perfect complexion and a wonderful smile. He's a boy-lover's dream, and finally, he seems to be ready.

I planned to begin his initiation during the upcoming summer holiday, but recently there's been an unwelcome development. Quite unexpectedly, Jake started spending time visiting his uncle Geoff, my brother in law, who has a flat three quarters of a mile away.

Geoff's twenty-eight, and as far as I know, he's never had a steady girlfriend. I'm five years older, and while Geoff's small and wiry, I'm six feet tall, lean and trim; a hundred and seventy-five pounds of bone and muscle. I've often wondered if Geoff has similar interests to mine, but as we rarely socialise, I've had no opportunity to find out. Then, right out of the blue, rather than playing with his friends from school, Jake began visiting his uncle at least once every weekend. That's where he is now.

When I asked him about these visits, Jake simply said that Geoff was teaching him stuff. When I pressed him further, he became defensive, saying, "You know, stuff I'll need next year when I do the grammar school entrance exam." Not only is it unlike Jake to be secretive, a few weeks ago he returned home looking very flushed. That really aroused my suspicions.

And now I know for certain. I'm angry, not with Jake, but with Geoff. Jake's my boy. It should have been my privilege to initiate the lad and take his cherry, but somehow Geoff's beaten me to it. I could phone him right now, but that would make things difficult for Jake. I might be angry but I'm not impatient. I'll wait until the boy returns home and deal with it then.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"Hi Dad!" Jake calls, entering through the back door.

"Come here," I respond. "We need to have a little chat."

Jake, dressed in football shorts and a tee-shirt, obediently makes his way into the lounge where I'm sitting on the sofa. He looks nervously at me.

"Sit down," I say quietly. "We need to talk."

Rather apprehensively, Jake does as I've asked. Wrapping my arm around his shoulder, I draw him close.

"It seems you've been a naughty boy," I say gently.

"I don't know what you mean," he protests.

"Oh, I think you do," I say, running my fingers along his silk-smooth thigh. "You've been letting your Uncle Geoff do naughty things with you."

"No I haven't!" Jake retorts.

"Then how do you explain this?" I ask, producing the soiled underpants I've been sitting on. "That's not just where you hadn't wiped your bum properly. That's spunk. Your Uncle Geoff's spunk."

Jake looks at me like a rabbit caught in the headlights, unable to either speak or move.

"Don't worry," I say gently. "It's not you I'm angry with. It's Geoff. You're my boy. I should have been the one to do that."

"But Dad," Jake says, looking bewildered. "We've sat here like this loads of times. I kept hoping you were going to do something but you never did. I thought you didn't want to."

"I didn't think you were ready. I was going to wait until the summer holidays. It seems I was wrong, and your Uncle Geoff took advantage. It's not your fault. And I'd like it if you called me Daddy rather than Dad."

"Yes, Daddy, sorry."

"So do you like what you do with your uncle?" I ask quietly, running my hand over the bulge in Jake's shorts.

"Yes Daddy."

"So you like having his willy in your boy-hole?"

"Yes. I love it, especially when he spunks."

"That's very naughty, isn't it?"

"Yes Daddy. Daddy, Uncle Geoff always calls it his cock. He says `willy' is little boys' talk."

"Well, I guess it is in a way, but it's not quite as simple as that. It's okay for you to talk about your Uncle Geoff's cock, or mine for that matter. But until you start making spunk, what you've got is a willy, and that's what I want you to say. D'you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Do you know if Geoff does this with any other boys?"

Jake doesn't answer.

"Well?" I insist.

"Yes Daddy."

"So tell me about it."

"There's this boy called Steven. He's there sometimes when I go to Uncle Geoff's."

"How old is he?"

"Twelve."

"Really? What's his dick like?"

"Nice! Bigger than mine, but not as big as Uncle Geoff's."

"Can he cum?"

"Yes."

"Okay! So I guess you could say he's got a cock too. Was he there today?"

"Yes."

"And what did you do?"

"We all messed about for a bit, sucking each other and that. Then they took turns putting their cocks into my boy-hole. They pumped them in and out till they spunked. Steven did it first, then Uncle Geoff."

"Oh, that really is very naughty! Well, I think it's time for you do that with me. Take your shoes off and stand up."

Kicking off his trainers, Jake gets to his feet. He turns to face me. I reach up, carefully lowering his shorts until they fall to the floor.

"Take your tee-shirt off," I tell him.

Jake does as he's told, leaving himself dressed only in his baby-blue briefs. I fondle the hard bulge at the front before skinning them down his ten-year old legs. Carefully pulling them over his feet, I look inside them.

"Naughty boy!" I say, grinning. "You've messed your underpants again. Don't you go to the toilet after Geoff's squirted his spunk into you?"

"No, he says I should go home with it inside me."

I sit back, licking my lips as I admire my son's slim, uncut three-inch penis.

"You're beautiful!" I breathe.

Leaning forwards, I take the hard, swollen object into my mouth. I suck it eagerly, my head twisting this way and that. Instinctively, Jake holds my head, encouraging me to continue. After a couple of minutes, I pull away.

"Now kneel down and find out what I've got for you," I order.

Kneeling on the carpet, Jake undoes the front of my jeans and takes out my cock.

"Oh Daddy!" he says, his eyes widening. "You've got a really big one!"

I allow myself a smile. At just shy of seven inches, it isn't anything exceptional, but more than big enough for fucking boys of Jake's age.

"Bigger than your Uncle Geoff's, then?"

"Oh yes! Much longer; quite a bit thicker too."

"And a few minutes from now, it'll be going right up your boy-hole. But before we get to that, you need to suck it."

He doesn't hesitate. Wrapping his hand around the base, he opens his mouth wide and steadily works his way down. Finally, he begins to suck. I'm in absolute ecstasy, running my fingers through my boy's hair.

"Oh!" I groan, revelling in the wonderful sensations. "That is so good! Your Uncle Geoff's taught you really well. You'd better stop. I don't want to cum yet."

"He says I'm a natural," Jake says, grinning as he releases my glistening prong.

"Okay," I say. "Now stand up and bend over the arm of the sofa."

With Jake in position, I kneel down behind, running my hands up his shapely thighs and over his firm, well-rounded globes. Very gently, I part his bum-cheeks. His anus looks quite puffy, the area to either side chafed bright red. Leaning in, I run my tongue along his perineum and onto his rosebud.

"Oh, Daddy!" he gasps. "You're licking my boy-hole!"

"And you like it, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Daddy!"

"Mmmm! You naughty boy! You've still got some of Geoff's spunk inside you!"

"Some of Steven's too, but it's mainly Uncle Geoff's."

"Pretty soon, it'll be full of mine."

"Yes Daddy."

I go back to licking out his boy-hole, but after a couple of minutes, my tongue begins to ache. I get to my feet.

"That's for making a mess in your underpants," I say, administering a hard smack to Jake's buttocks. "And this is for having your uncle's spunk in your boy-hole," I add, delivering a second blow.

Retrieving the K-Y from its hiding place, I smear some over my prick. I move in close, guiding it onto my son's anus.

"Push out like you're having a crap," I order. "You know what to do."

Holding my penis around the base, I push as hard as I can. For a second or two I get nowhere, but suddenly Jake's sphincter gives way, my cockhead forcing its way inside.

"Oh, Daddy!" Jake gasps. "You're so big!"

"Just relax," I tell him. "I need to get it right in."

Holding him around the tops of his thighs, I push in deeper, steadily reaming my lad's tight little tunnel.

"Oh, yes!" I growl. "Your boy-hole's beautifully tight, just the way I like them!"

After a few seconds, I thrust over Jake's prostate.

"Oooh!" he squeals, his boy-dick twitching all by itself.

Moments later, my firm, flat stomach is pressed tight against the lad's bottom. I take out my phone.

"What's Geoff's number?" I ask.

As Jake gives me the digits, I punch them in. On the third ring, Geoff picks up.

"Hi Geoff," I say nonchalantly. "It's Paul, Jake's dad. I've got a bone to pick with you. It seems you've been taking liberties."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Geoff counters.

"Of course you do," I retort. "You must think I'm as stupid as you are. If you're going to fuck Jake's arse, you should make sure he goes to the toilet afterwards. As it is, he's come home having made a mess in his underpants and with spunk in his boy-hole. How d'you explain that?"

"What are you going to do?" Geoff asks nervously.

"Well first let me remind you that Jake's my boy," I tell him. "It should have been me taking his cherry, not you."

"Fuck!" Geoff exhaled. "I had no idea you were into this stuff. Jake told me you weren't interested."

"Well, I guess that's just one more thing you don't know about me. As it goes, you probably did us both a favour. It seems I'm quite a bit bigger than you, so Jake's still lovely and tight for me, and I was able to get into him without hurting him too much."

"So where's Carole?"

"Where she always is on Saturday afternoons, visiting your mother. Anyway, I'm going to put Jake on, so he can tell you where he is right now."

After turning it to speakerphone I pass it to Jake.

"Hi Uncle Geoff," he begins. "We're in the living room. I'm bent over the arm of the sofa. Daddy's got his cock right up my boy-hole."

"And d'you like having your daddy's big one inside you?"

"Oh yes! It hurt pretty bad at first, but now it feels awesome!"

"Wow!"

The way Jake's rosebud is gripping my dick is like nothing else. Consumed by lust, I start to fuck.

"Ohhhh!" Jake pants. "Daddy's started doing it to me!"

"So what does it feel like?" Geoff demands.

"Oh, it feels fantastic! Daddy says he's going to fill my boy-hole!"

Within a few seconds, I'm totally going for it, pounding my lad's beautiful little bottom, his moans and whimpers spurring me on.

"Can you turn on the camera so I can watch you?" Geoff asks.

"No chance!" I say dismissively, reclaiming the phone. "I don't want pictures of Jake all over the internet. I bet you're wanking off just listening to us, aren't you Geoff?"

"Of course I am!" he responds. "This is well hot!"

I'm starting to get close. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around Jake's boy-dick.

"Ohh!" he cries out. "Daddy's playing with my willy! Ohh! I'm getting the tingles! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ooooooohhh!"

A moment later, his penis begins to jump around, his boy-hole going into spasm around my prick. As surely as night follows day, I go hurtling over the edge.

"Here it cums, Jake," I rasp, my breathing becoming harsh and uneven. "Get ready to take Daddy's spunk!"

"Oh, yes Daddy!" he begs. "Fill me up!"

I slam in as deep as I can. My cock jerks wildly, volley after volley of hot, creamy semen spurting into Jake's bottom. After a few seconds, I carefully pull out. I am over the moon. That was the ultimate fuck, even better than I expected. And I know it sounds kinky, but having Geoff listening in made it even hotter. I look down. Jake's leaking profusely, spunk running down his legs.

"You're Daddy's boy now, aren't you?" I say quietly.

"Oh yes, Daddy! Was I a good boy?"

"Oh, you were very good," I assure him. "Now you'd better go and clean yourself up."

As soon as Jake's out of the room, I get back to dealing with my miscreant brother in law.

"Jake tells me you've got another boy, Steven, right?" I say purposefully. "Jake said he was there this afternoon."

"Yeah, that's right," Geoff confirms. "Steve's twelve, lives down the road. Parents don't care what he does as long as he stays out of trouble. You know the type."

"Sure," I tell him. "Next Saturday, while Carole's visiting your mother, I'll bring Jake over. Just make sure Steven's there too, okay?"

"Yeah, he'll be here. What have you got in mind?"

"First of all, we can undress them and mess around for a bit. Then we can let them have their fun while we watch. Finally, you can fuck Jake and I'll fuck Steven."

"I'm not sure if Steve will be up for that," Geoff cautions. "He's very slim, yeah? He finds it hard enough taking mine."

"Well, don't go saying anything," I order. "As he's been fucking Jake, I won't exactly be giving him the choice. So don't mess me about. Just make sure he's there."

"Fine," Geoff responds, clearly intimidated by my no-nonsense manner.

"And another thing," I go on. "It'll be a couple of years before Jake's making spunk. Until that happens, he's got a willy, and that's what he's going to call it because that's what I've told him. D'you understand?"

"Sure," Geoff agrees. "If that's what you want."

"Right!" I say finally. "We'll see you next Saturday. We'll be there about twenty to three."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following morning, I stroll into Jake's room where he's playing on his X-box.

"How's your boy-hole feeling?" I ask.

"It's a bit sore, not bad though."

"Are you going to your Uncle Geoff's this afternoon?"

"I don't know. I thought you wouldn't want me to go there anymore."

"Oh, now that we've got things sorted out, I don't mind at all. As long as you're here when I need you, if you want to go to see your Uncle Geoff, that's fine."

"So when will you want me again?"

"Early tomorrow morning, while your mum's still asleep. I'll come in here and we can have some fun, okay?"

"Yes Daddy! So can I call Uncle Geoff to ask if I can go there this afternoon?"

"Sure! Use this," I say, handing him my phone. "We don't want your mum hearing, do we?"

As soon as he's finished the call, I leave him to it. Things are working out perfectly. As long as Geoff uses plenty of lube, taking his smaller cock will help relieve some of Jake's soreness, so by tomorrow morning he'll be ready for round two.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

When Jake returns later that afternoon, he heads straight upstairs. On the pretext of needing to go to the loo, I follow him up. I find him in his room.

"Well?" I demand. "How was it?"

"Very good, thanks Daddy," he says, grinning mischievously.

"Let me check your bottom."

Standing up with his back to me, he drops his shorts and underpants and bends over, resting his hands on the bed. I start by checking his briefs, which are clean and dry. Moving on, I insert my finger into his boy-hole. It's quite greasy, of course; that's unavoidable. But it's not full of his uncle's cum, the way it was yesterday.

"Good boy!" I say, gently patting his rump. "That's fine. Next Saturday," I go on, "I'll be taking you to your uncle's. Steven's going to be there. The four of us will have some fun together. Is that okay?"

"Yes Daddy! That sounds hot! Are you going to put your cock into Steven's boy-hole?"

"Yes, but he doesn't know yet, so don't say anything."

"Okay Daddy. Tomorrow morning, what time will you come in here?"

"About half past five, so make sure you get an early night."

"Yes, Daddy. I'll be ready!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After sliding out of bed, I check on my wife. As expected, she's dead to the world. Unlike me, she can sleep through anything. Storms, fireworks; you name it, she'll sleep through it. I move noiselessly to the bathroom. After emptying my bladder, I head to Jake's room.

He's fast asleep too. I take off the duvet. As always, he's sleeping just in his underwear. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I begin to stroke his porcelain-white thighs, gradually working my way up until I'm fondling the hard bulge in his briefs. Suddenly, he shakes himself awake.

"Ooooh, Daddy!" he coos. "That feels so nice!"

"Good boy!" I whisper. "Let's get your underpants off."

He raises his bum, allowing me to skin them down his legs. He responds by removing my sleeping shorts. With us both naked, I start by stroking his legs and fondling his boy-parts while he does the same to me.

"D'you know what a sixty-nine is?" I ask.

"Yes, Daddy! Steven showed me."

"Okay, let's try it," I say, rolling onto my back. "You get on top of me, yeah?"

Kneeling with his boy-parts right above my face, he carefully lowers himself, his rock-hard boy-prick sliding into my mouth. Stretching forwards, he takes the head of my cock between his lips and begins to suck. Or at least he tries to. With his dick in my mouth, he can only just reach the head.

"Shuffle forward a bit so you can suck me properly," I order, releasing his joystick.

He does as I ask. Not being able to suck each other is a minor disappointment, but I've got another trick in mind that's worth a dozen of that. As he sets to work on my daddy-cock, I push up on my elbows, working my tongue into his cute little boy-hole. He sucks me even harder.

"You like that, don't you?" I challenge.

"Oh yes, Daddy!" he confirms, before getting back to his task.

"Okay, you can stop now," I tell him, feeling myself starting to get close.

As he lets go of my prong, I push one well-lubricated finger right up him. A second one quickly follows. I twist them around to loosen his rosebud. He's ready. Turning him onto his back, I lift his legs.

"I want you to watch Daddy's cock going into your boy-hole," I tell him, smearing K-Y over my throbbing penis.

He does too, never taking his eyes off it. As I push into him, I admire all the little grimaces he makes as my cock explores every last ridge and contour of his tight, velvety tunnel. Finally, I bottom out.

"Look!" I urge. "You've taken it all! Good boy!"

"And now you're going to fuck your spunk into me, aren't you Daddy?"

"Of course I am!" I respond, setting to work. "That's what Daddy's boys are for."

Within a few seconds, I'm pounding into him remorselessly, getting more and more turned on by his little moans and whimpers. It doesn't take long.

"I'm going to cum, Jake," I warn him. "Get ready for Daddy's spunk!"

"Oh yes, Daddy!" he gasps. "Fill me up!"

Moments later, I'm doing exactly that, volley after volley of thick, creamy fluid spurting powerfully into his boy-hole. After a lengthy pause, I pull out. Reaching up, Jake gives me a big sloppy kiss.

"You'd better go and clean yourself up," I say quietly.

He heads to the bathroom. Less than three hours later, he's on his way to school, looking just like any other ten-year old, the same as he always does.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Two days later, I'm back. After removing Jake's underpants, I slip into bed with him. Almost before I know it, we're kissing passionately. Geoff was right; he's a complete natural. Mind you, I'd like to think that all the hugs and cuddles I've given him have played a part.

After some sucking, fondling and the usual preparations, I get him on all fours, his feet over the end of the bed. Standing behind, I position him so that his rosebud's at the perfect height. Finally, I thrust my cock into his boy-hole and begin to fuck.

"Oh Daddy!" he gasps. "That feels amazing! Ohhhh!"

I fuck him harder, giving him everything I've got. Before long, I reach another ground-shaking, mind-blowing orgasm, my cock pumping prodigious quantities of daddy-spunk into his eager sex-tunnel. After several seconds, I withdraw.

"Turn around," I order, kneeling down at the foot of the bed.

He turns to face me.

"Now fuck Daddy's mouth," I urge, sticking my tongue out.

I don't have to ask him twice. Plunging his stiff little weapon between my lips, he gets to work like it's going out of fashion. I grip him around his silk-smooth thighs. Suddenly, he's shaking from head to toe, his dick jabbing repeatedly against my palate. Some of my spunk splutters from his starfish. It runs down his legs and over my fingers.

"I think you enjoyed that," I suggest, easing myself away.

"Oh yes, Daddy!" he responds. "Shall I go to the bathroom now?"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Friday morning, we're there again. It's time to take the ultimate step. As soon as Jake's ready, I pull the pillow into the middle of the bed.

"Okay, lie on your tummy, there's a good boy."

He does as I ask, just as he always does. I wonder if his Uncle Geoff's fucked him like this. Somehow, I don't think so. If he had, Jake would have known to spread his legs. As it is, I have to do it for him. I lower myself into position, my cock homing in on his tight little starfish. With one well-directed thrust, it spears into him.

"Owwww!" he wails.

I pick up his underpants.

"Be quiet for Daddy," I whisper, stuffing them into his mouth. "You'll be fine soon."

I know fucking him like this is more painful for him than the other positions we've used, but he needs to get used to it. For one thing, it's my favourite, and I'm not the only one. From what I've heard, lots of daddies like to fuck their boys this way.

I push further in, reaming his beautiful love-tunnel. After a few seconds, my pubic hair's squished up against his bottom. After a moment's pause, I start to fuck. Doing a boy in this position has an intensity all of its own. I guess it's the feeling of being in complete control, my penis pinning him to the bed. I've waited for years to fuck Jake like this, and it's even better than I'd thought it'd be.

Unexpectedly, Jake begins to shudder. To my complete delight, he has a wonderful little dry cum, his rosebud going into spasm around my cock. That's all it takes.

"Oh, Jake!" I breathe. "You sexy little boy! You really love taking Daddy's cock, don't you? Well, here it comes!"

I plunge in as deep as I can. My prick jerks wildly, pumping another big load of daddy-cum into his cute little bottom. And that's it. He's done everything that I'll expect of him. As far as I'm concerned, his initiation is complete.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following afternoon, we arrive at Geoff's flat shortly after two-thirty. He lets us in. We stroll into the lounge. Steven's already there. He's just as Geoff described, tall and leggy, his skimpy football shorts showing off his long, slim thighs. With straight, mid-brown hair and hazel eyes, he's a nice-looking lad. Involuntarily, I lick my lips. He'll do for me!

We move to the bedroom. Geoff indicates a comfy chair for me to sit on, while he parks himself on the floor, his back resting against the wall. We watch as the boys undress each other. With his top off, Steven looks even scrawnier, his ribs clearly visible, his arms like bits of string. His shorts are next to go. I'm pleased to see that he's wearing briefs rather than boxers; skimpy red ones that fit snugly around his small bottom. I can feel myself salivating. I can hardly wait to fuck him.

Jake's the first to be naked, his willy standing proudly. Finally, it's Steven's turn. He's got just over four inches of hard boy-cock, slim and uncut, his pee-hole just visible beyond his foreskin. Beneath are two nice-sized balls, still completely hairless, while above there's a little crop of short, dark pubes.

Climbing onto the bed, they go through their repertoire of fondling and sucking each other, though I notice that they don't kiss. Had I not experienced it for myself, I'd have been amazed by how uninhibited Jake is. He is totally into it. I can't imagine what gave me the idea that he might not be ready.

It's been quite a while since I saw two boys having sex. It always used to make me horny, but watching these two is turning me on like you wouldn't believe. Glancing to one side, I notice Geoff taking his clothes off. Okay, if that's how it goes, I'll do the same.

Finally, Jake gets onto all-fours. Kneeling behind him, Steven smears K-Y over his penis. The job completed; he shuffles in close. Lining his prick up with Jake's rosebud, he stuffs it in and begins to fuck.

Watching my cute, ten-year old son having his boy-hole pounded by a sexy twelve-year old is the hottest thing I've ever seen, an experience like no other. Best of all, my sexy daddy's boy is moaning with pleasure, clearly loving every second of it.

"Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!" Steven rasps, tightening his grip on Jake's hips. "Oh yeah!"

His body spasms repeatedly as his cock pumps little jets of boy-juice into Jake's bum. Finally, he sinks back onto his haunches, his glistening penis popping out of my boy's starfish. After a moment, he gets off the bed and saunters across. I move to one side, giving him room to sit next to me.

Getting to his feet, Geoff immediately climbs onto the bed where Steven was. There are no preliminaries; they're not needed. Jake's just been fucked, but only by a moderately-endowed twelve-year old. Now he's ready for something closer to what I've been giving him. Geoff shoves his cock right in.

"Come on, Uncle Geoff!" Jake urges. "Pump your spunk into me!"

Geoff sets to work, giving my boy a good hard fucking, well, as hard as his medium-thick five and a bit inches will allow him to. It doesn't matter. Jake obviously loves it. Sitting next to me, Steven's getting well turned-on, watching his ten-year old friend taking an older guy's cock. I'm surprised by how relaxed he seems. I wonder if he knows what's going to happen next. I'm guessing he doesn't.

I remove my hand from Steven's thigh and stroke his scrawny chest. It's hard and bony; the kid doesn't have an ounce of fat on him. Leaning across, I attempt to kiss him, but he pulls away. It's not a total surprise. Lots of boys who are into male-on-male sex shy away from kissing. I did at Steven's age.

"You want my spunk?" Geoff rasps. "Good, because you're going to get it right now!"

I watch with interest as he empties his balls into Jake's waiting hole. Finally, he pulls out.

"What are we doing now?" Steven asks, looking up at me.

"I'm going to fuck you, of course," I tell him nonchalantly.

"No way!" he says defiantly. "I can't take that! It's too big! I thought Geoff had told you."

"Oh, he did mention that you probably wouldn't be too keen on the idea, but don't tell me you can't take it. Over the past week, Jake's taken it four times and he's only ten."

"I'll give you a blow-job," he offers. "I give great blow-jobs, don't I, Geoff?"

"You don't understand," I say evenly. "Jake's my boy. You've been fucking his arse. I just watched you do it, and I know that wasn't the first time. So now I get to fuck you. That's how it works."

"But you'll kill me with that thing!" he protests.

"Only if you fight it," I tell him. "There are two ways we can do this, an easy way and a hard way. The easy way is for you to get onto all-fours like Jake just did, stay as relaxed as you can and when I try to put it in, you push out like you're having a shit. Yes, it'll sting when it goes up you because it's bigger than you're used to, but once I get going, you'll be fine, just like Jake was. The hard way is to try to fight it. It won't work. I'm going to fuck you anyway, and it'll hurt much more than it needs to. It's your choice."

He's trapped and he knows it. He probably weighs around ninety pounds. I'm almost double that.

"Okay," he says, submissively.

"Sensible decision," I say. "Now get yourself on all-fours, just like Jake was. I need to prepare you first."

He gets into position. Kneeling down behind, I start licking him out. It's obvious that he likes it, as boys who allow you to get that far invariably do. My well-greased index finger follows. He's okay with that too. I push my middle digit in behind it. He winces and yelps but pretty soon he relaxes again.

"You're as ready as you're going to be," I tell him, allowing my fingers to slide out. "Now remember what I said."

He's in the classic Z-shape position, his knees forward, his bum pushed well back. I shuffle in close, my cock lined up on his starfish.

"Okay," I tell him, holding my penis around the base. "Push back as hard as you can."

For a couple of seconds, he does exactly that. But thrusting as hard as I can, I don't penetrate him. As I expected, he's much tighter than Jake was. Although his bottom's much the same size, because he's already into puberty, his anal ring is stronger and less inclined to give way. I hadn't mentioned that, of course. Suddenly, he lurches forward, and the attempt is lost.

"I told you it wouldn't go in," he bleats.

"It'll go in alright as long as you stay in position," I tell him, bringing him back to where he was. "Now this time, keep still!" I order, giving him a sharp smack on the buttocks.

"Oww!" he protests, not that I care.

We try it a second time. He lasts a bit longer, but just as I sense I'm going to get inside, he lurches forward again. I am not pleased. Maybe he thinks that if he keeps that up, I'll abandon the idea. He couldn't be more wrong.

"Okay," I snap, pulling one of the pillows into the middle of the bed. "The hard way it is!" Having positioned the pillow below his boy-parts, I push him down on top, spreading his legs well apart. I lower myself into him and begin to thrust. In this position, he's even tighter, but crucially, he's not going anywhere. Suddenly his rosebud gives way. I've finally got my cock right where I want it.

"Yeowwww!" he screams.

I grab his discarded underpants, which I'd placed close to hand, knowing that I'd probably need them.

"Bite on these!" I growl, stuffing them unceremoniously into his mouth. "And the next time you find a younger boy to fuck, don't be surprised if his daddy wants to use your lovely tight boy-hole!"

With my cock buried deep inside him, I get to work.

"Go on, Daddy!" Jake urges. "Fuck him hard, like you do with me!"

It's what I'd have done anyway, but a bit of encouragement never goes amiss, does it? After just a few thrusts, I'm pounding Steven's tight little tunnel like the world's about to end. It doesn't take long. It wasn't meant to. After barely a minute I fill the kid's bum with my hot, creamy spunk. After a lengthy pause, I slowly pull out.

"Well done," I say quietly. "That's it. You've paid you dues for fucking Jake. I won't expect to do that again, unless you want me to, of course." I pause, looking up at Jake. "You boys had better go to the bathroom," I add.

As Steven gets off the bed, I get a surprise. I'd expected him to have lost his erection, but he hasn't. In fact, he's not just hard, his cock's twitching slightly. Hobbling uncertainly, he follows Jake out of the room.

"Don't you think you were a bit hard on him?" Geoff asks.

"Not at all," I respond. "He was fair game. He's been fucking Jake, who's my boy, so he owed me. I just collected. It's as simple as that. And he's hardly in a position to say anything, is he?"

"I guess not," Geoff concedes.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Half an hour later, Jake and I are on our way home.

"You loved watching me fucking Steven's boy-hole, didn't you?" I ask.

"Oh, yes Daddy! It was so exciting!"

"And did the two of you have a nice time in the bathroom?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"So what did you do?"

"Well, after we'd cleaned up, I asked him if he wanted to fuck me again. He said his cock was still a bit sensitive, so I sat on the toilet and sucked him off."

"I see!"

"Daddy, you haven't put your willy up me today."

"And you want that, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy. You're the best!"

"We'll deal with that as soon as we get home," I say, grinning at him. "We've still got plenty of time."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Back at the house, we head straight up to Jake's bedroom. Having closed the curtains, I stand behind him. Reaching around, I undo his shorts and skin them down his legs. His underpants quickly follow.

"Bend over!" I order.

He does as I ask, resting his hands on the bed. After quickly coating my dick with K-Y, I stuff it into him.

"Oh, Daddy!" he gasps. "That feels so good!"

I set to work. After the pounding I gave Steven a little earlier, it takes longer than usual, but Jake's not complaining. After more than five minutes of hard, consistent fucking, I know I'm close. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around Jake's joystick. I begin to wank him. Barely twenty seconds later, the little horn-dog's reached another shuddering climax, his penis swelling and pulsing in my hand. At the same moment, his starfish spasms around my cock. That's exactly what I needed. In the next instant I deposit another load of spunk in his cute little boy-hole.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

With Jake in the bathroom, I get out my phone and make a call. It's picked up on the third ring.

"Hi Keith," I say. "It's Paul. We're ready to go."

Being an international sales manager, going abroad on business is part of what I do. A couple of years ago, I just happened to be one of those places where mixing business with my sort of pleasure isn't too much of a problem. I met Keith in one of the bars. Finding that we lived just a few miles apart and had very similar interests, we've kept in touch.

"That's earlier than you expected, isn't it?" Keith queries. "You told me you thought it would take weeks."

"Yeah, but things had been going on that I wasn't aware of," I tell him, before explaining about Geoff and Steven.

"I bet you were pretty angry with your brother in law when you found out he'd beaten you to it."

"I was initially," I admit. "As it goes, he probably did us both a favour."

I go on to recount the events of the past week.

"You're not making this up, are you?" he challenges.

"Of course not," I assure him. "I'm not stupid. You'd soon find out if I was lying. But I know what you mean. I've always encouraged Jake to be a snuggle-bunny, and he's always been comfortable with it, so I knew I was going to get there. But I'm shocked that it's happened as quickly as it has."

"I guess you want to bring him here?"

"Sure, early one evening would be good."

"How about Wednesday?"

"Yeah, that'll be fine."

"Excellent! Ryan will be well pleased!"

Ryan is Keith's thirteen-year old son. Now that Jake's ready for action, Keith's promised to introduce us to some of his other friends.

"Okay," I agree. "We'll be there just after seven."

"Would you be interested in taking part in a chain-fuck with Ryan and Jake?" he asks.

"With me fucking Ryan while he fucks Jake?"

"Exactly!"

"Sure! I'll be well up for that!"

"And afterwards, I can have Jake in any position I want?"

"Absolutely," I confirm. "I've tried most of the obvious ones. He loves it whichever way I do it."

"This sounds like it's going to be fun!" he says with obvious enthusiasm. "We'll see you on Wednesday!"