Tim & Nicky Series: The Syndicate's New Recruits

By Pink Panther

Chapter Two: Paul & Jake Spread Their Wings

It's Wednesday evening, just gone seven, when we arrive at Keith's house. It's a fairly modest townhouse, nothing like the 4-bedroom detached that we live in, but perfectly adequate for Keith and his son, which is all there is these days. And I guess being a top sales executive does pay considerably better than being a middle-ranking civil servant. Having parked the car, we walk the few yards to the house and ring the bell. Keith opens the door.

"Good to see you," he says like he really means it. "Come in! Ryan's waiting in the lounge."

We make our way through. Ryan's sitting on the sofa, playing on his phone. As soon as we enter, he's on his feet, his phone apparently forgotten. I've seen a few pictures of him, but this is the first time we've actually met. At thirteen, he's taller than Steven, and almost a foot taller than Jake. Like Steven, he's slim and long-legged, his black football shorts showing off a nice expanse of thigh.

The similarities end there. For a start, there's definitely a bit more of him than there was of Steven, maybe a hundred and ten pounds compared to Steven's ninety. He has brown eyes, and silky chestnut-brown hair, cut fairly short and left unstyled, a fringe of an inch and a half partly covering his forehead. Best of all, he has a smile that would light up any room. Right now, it's working wonders on my cock. I consider most tall thirteen-year olds to be a little past the age at which I'd have found them really attractive, but not Ryan. He is stunning! Leaving the boys behind, Keith beckons me into the kitchen.

"Well," he says breathlessly, "when you told me how cute Jake was, I did rather take it with a pinch of salt. Most daddies big-up how cute their boys are. But you absolutely haven't. He is gorgeous! If he's as horny as you say he is, he's going to be very popular!"

"I didn't big-up how cute he is," I counter. "I haven't exaggerated how horny he is either."

"Touché!" he responds, grinning.

"Ryan's very nice too," I say quietly, sugaring the pill. "I wouldn't usually look at thirteen-year olds who are as tall as he is."

"Oh, he still has plenty of admirers," Keith replies, smiling proudly. "Including me! Now let me explain how we do the chain-fuck."

I listen carefully, nodding my approval. Then, carrying cups of tea for us and glasses of cola for the boys, we stroll back into the lounge. Ryan and Jake are sitting on the sofa. Although they're not actually touching, two pairs of sparkling eyes are gazing at each other. I catch my breath. The chemistry between these two is palpable. This is sexual attraction so raw and primitive; you can almost feel the electricity sparking between them. As soon as we've finished our drinks, Ryan leads the way upstairs.

"That's my room," he says, pointing to a small single. "Actually, it's where I keep my clothes and do my homework. I can't remember the last time I slept in there." He pauses. "That's not quite true. Last year, during the summer holidays, one of my friends from school stopped over for the night. He slept in my bed. I had a blow-up bed on the floor. It was okay. I mean, we have to keep up appearances, don't we?"

"So nothing interesting happened?" I query.

"No chance!" he says, grinning. "He's got no idea what Daddy and I get up to!"

We stroll into the master bedroom. It's quite big and thoughtfully laid out, with two chairs to one side of the bed.

"Time to relax while these two get to know each other," Keith suggests, indicating for me to sit in one chair while he takes the other.

As we watch, the boys begin to undress each other. I thought watching Jake and Steven was hot. This is in a totally different league. Ryan's so skilful, so sensuous; his every touch carefully nuanced to turn Jake on to the absolute max. I'm getting close to shooting my load just watching them.

This time, it's Ryan's underpants that are first to go. His cock's a fraction bigger than Geoff's, an uncut five inches plus, the foreskin still completely covering the head, a pair of large well-formed balls hanging pendulously beneath. The surprise is that he's totally hairless. I turn to Keith.

"I expected him to have some pubic hair," I comment.

"He has," Keith admits. "I shave it off for him once or twice a week. It's what all the boys do. I like it. It makes him look younger and his cock look bigger."

I nod my understanding. When he says `all the boys', he's talking about the boys in this daddy-son sex-club he belongs to. I'm hoping to find out more about that later. Meanwhile, on the bed, Ryan and Jake are kissing passionately. You'd never believe that they'd only just met, much less that Jake's quite new to it. Keith leans across to me.

"He's really into it, isn't he?" he whispers excitedly. "Come on, let's get naked!"

With my eyes firmly glued to the action, I quickly discard my clothes, just as I did last Saturday. Breaking the kiss, the boys take turns to suck each other, the older boy's foreskin retracting obligingly the moment that Jake's lips make contact with it. Just as with everything else I've witnessed this evening, Ryan's taken things to a whole other level. I am so horny! If I so much as touched my dick, I'd probably cum all over the place.

Finally, they try a sixty-nine. Jake manages better than he did with me, but Ryan's just a bit too tall for him. To his credit, the older lad is not fazed in the slightest. Within a matter of seconds, he's doing what I did, his tongue lapping eagerly at Jake's boy-hole. This is seriously hot! I knew Ryan would be good, but he's gone way beyond what I expected.

Over the next few minutes, he uses his fingers to prepare my boy to take his cock. With the task completed, he turns Jake onto his back, lifting the youngster's legs so that his knees are close to his shoulders.

"Hold them there for me," he says, smiling.

While Jake holds himself in position, Ryan smears K-Y over his penis. Putting down the tube, he shuffles forwards, guiding his hard, teen prong onto its target. Over the next few seconds, it slowly disappears into Jake's bottom.

"You'd better join them," Keith urges. "They're almost ready."

As I get onto the bed, Ryan pushes his torso down between Jake's legs. He's too tall to kiss my boy as I'm sure he'd have liked to, but it doesn't seem to matter. I kneel behind him, ready for the promised chain-fuck. As I lubricate my cock, Ryan's boy-hole twitches invitingly. Following his daddy's instructions, I move in close, stuffing my prick around three-quarters of the way in.

"Okay, Ryan," Keith says quietly. "You know what to do."

You could call that the understatement of the century. As I kneel there, Ryan thrusts forwards to fuck Jake's boy-hole before pulling back to fully impale himself on my cock. I can hardly believe it. The sensations are off this planet, and other than hanging onto the tops of Ryan's thighs, I'm doing nothing!

For his part, Ryan's going for it like the world's about to end. After a minute or so I hear Jake gasping and squeaking, a sure sign that he's having a dry-cum. Seconds later, it's Ryan's turn. As his teen spunk spurts into my son's boy-hole, his starfish begins to spasm around my cock. It completes the chain reaction. With the room shaking and lights flashing, my balls churn into life, copious amounts of creamy semen flooding over and over into the thirteen-year old's bottom as though it's never going to stop.

Suddenly it's over. With the room spinning crazily around me, I try to get my head around what we just did. It takes a while, but finally I've recovered enough composure to carefully pull out, my balls feeling like they've been squeezed dry. I return to my chair. Ryan withdraws too, gently lowering Jake's legs.

As he gets off the bed, I can see that the thirteen-year old is leaking profusely, hardly surprising given the quantity of spunk I pumped into him. As he heads out of the room, Keith joins Jake on the bed.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asks quietly.

"Oh yes! It was awesome! Ryan's really nice, and he's got a beautiful cock, hasn't he?"

"I'm glad you think so," Keith says smiling. "So how d'you feel about taking mine?"

"Oh, that's cool!" Jake assures him. "It's only a little bit bigger than Daddy's, and I love taking his up my bum!"

"Good boy!" Keith coos, nuzzling Jake's ear. "We'll just wait for Ryan to come back. He wouldn't want to miss it. Is it okay if I kiss you?"

"Yes, of course! My friend Steven doesn't like kissing, but I don't know why. I love it!"

"Why don't you show me?" Keith suggests.

Within a few seconds, my affectionate ten-year old son is doing the tongue-tango with a guy in his late thirties that he's only just met. Most people would be horrified. Me? Astonished? Yes. Horrified? Anything but.

A couple of minutes later, Ryan returns, looking like nothing's happened. Pulling the other chair up next to mine, he flops down in it. Not one to turn down an invitation, I wrap my arm around his shoulder.

"You shoot lots of spunk, don't you?" he asks, smiling up at me.

"I do when I'm with someone as nice as you and I haven't cum for two and half days," I respond, gently stroking his thigh. "Was it okay?"

"Oh yeah! It was fantastic! And Jake's wonderful! You must love him to bits!"

"Absolutely!"

"If you come to The Syndicate, most of the daddies will want to go with him, plus all the spunkers; you know, the older boys like me."

"We haven't been invited yet," I caution.

"Oh, I'm sure you will be," he says, grinning from ear to ear.

I look across towards the bed. I was pretty sure I knew what Keith would want, and I was not mistaken. Jake's lying face-down, a pillow under his hips, his legs spread apart. Keith is lowering himself into position. I swallow hard. Jake found it quite painful when I did that, and Keith's cock's a fraction bigger than mine. I hope Jake will be okay.

Holding his penis around the base, Keith forces it in. Jake gasps, and that's it. Wow! That really is something! It must have hurt and he scarcely made a sound. My boy is a total hero!

"He's done really well," Ryan confirms. "Most of the younger boys squeal the first time Daddy fucks them. One boy screamed so loud, Daddy had to stuff his underpants in his mouth to keep him quiet."

I nod sagely, not mentioning that I had to do that with Jake the first time I fucked him like that. On the bed, Keith's not taking any prisoners, not that I expected him to. If we do go to The Syndicate, Jake could get this treatment from any of the daddies. That's simply how it works.

Suddenly, Jake starts gasping and whimpering, his fingers clawing at the mattress. My eyes are out on stalks. My amazing, horny son has just had another dry cum! This beats everything!

"Oh yes!" Keith crows triumphantly. "What a boy! You're even hornier than your daddy told me. Now take my spunk! Take it all!"

"Oh yes, Daddy Keith!" Jake urges. "Fill my boy-hole!"

Over the next few seconds, Keith duly obliges.

"Wow!" Ryan whispers. That was really special! Would you like to suck me off? I'm horny again."

"I'd love to," I say, smiling. "But wouldn't you rather Jake did it?"

"Don't you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind. Jake will need the bathroom now. I'm sure he'll appreciate you showing him where everything is."

"Thanks!" Ryan says, his smile lighting up the room. "I think you're a great daddy," he adds, and promptly sticks his tongue in my mouth.

After a few seconds, Keith carefully eases his way out, allowing Jake to get off the bed. My little hero is obviously pretty sore. I pull back from Ryan's tongue.

"Go and look after him for me," I whisper.

With the boys out of the room, Keith flops down in the chair next to mine.

"He's a really special boy," he says, grinning. "It's not just the looks. You've obviously brought him up really well."

"I've done my best," I say modestly. "Just as I'm sure you have with Ryan."

"You and Jake would be ideal candidates for The Syndicate," he tells me.

"That's good to know," I say cautiously. "How many members are there?"

"At the moment, there are nine boys, ranging in age from just turned ten to nearly fourteen. That includes two brothers, so there are eight daddies."

"Am I right in thinking that they don't just take anybody?"

"Absolutely!"

"So what are the criteria?"

"Well first of all, it's about the boy. The most important thing is that he's a nice lad, well behaved, well-mannered and good at getting on with other people. We won't take on boys who might cause trouble. It's also important that he loves having sex, both with men and with other boys. If there's any hint that the boy's being coerced in any way, he's ruled out. Of course, it helps if he's nice looking."

"I see!" I respond, somewhat taken aback. I'd assumed that finding cute boys would be their top priority. From what Keith's just told me, it seems that's not the case at all.

"The daddy has to be right too. We love our boys. We want them to do well and make a success of their lives. Of course, they understand that we have to keep our activities private, but we don't want them to be ashamed of what we do. I'm intensely proud of Ryan, just as I'm sure you are of Jake."

"I'll say `Amen' to that!"

"That means that we don't take bullies or loudmouths," he goes on. "Because we want the boys to feel good about what they do, the daddies' code of conduct is very strict. Boys have to be treated with respect and affection. They are not to be humiliated. Daddies must not use insulting or derogatory language towards any of the boys. Other than in the course of penetration, boys must not be hurt. A little mild spanking is allowed, but it's limited to two smacks on the bottom."

"I guess my little stunt with my brother in law's younger friend wouldn't go down too well."

"Maybe not. It's probably best not to mention it. But to be honest, that's not a situation you're going to face. The boys who belong to The Syndicate are all real daddy's boys. They like being fucked. None of them would try to mess you around like that boy did."

I nod my understanding. The more I hear about this outfit, the more I like it.

"It sounds like a very elite group," I suggest.

"That's exactly what it is," Keith tells me. "The two guys that started it are well minted. Tristan's old money; Brad's a builder and property developer, and very successful."

"And they're obviously very good at keeping away prying eyes."

"Very much so. All our communications are made using burner phones. If you join, you'll need to get one."

"I'm impressed!" I tell him. "So how did you get involved?"

"Tristan manages his family's estates. They applied for funding to carry out some environmental work. I went out to assess it and discuss it with him. When I got there, Tristan was accompanied by his older son, Andrew, who's a few months younger than Ryan. I think they were both nine at the time. Let's just say that Andrew's presence definitely helped me to see the project in a favourable light. Anyway, a few weeks later, I had to go back. It was during the summer holidays, so I took Ryan with me. It soon became obvious that Tristan and I were on the same wavelength as far as our sons were concerned. So when he and Brad decided to start The Syndicate, I was invited to become a founder member."

"A case of being in the right place at the right time."

"Exactly! Now for you to be accepted, you have to be recommended by two daddies that have been members for more than a year."

"So we'll need to repeat this exercise somewhere else?"

"That's one possibility," Keith says. "But about three years ago, Tristan inherited this big old house about thirty miles from here. It's called The Lodge. It's set in around fifty acres, mainly wooded, out in the middle of nowhere. Because it's in the green belt, he couldn't get planning permission to develop the place, so he got Brad to refurbish it. So now it's like our headquarters. We hold meetings there on alternate Saturdays. In between, it's available for members to use. I and a couple of the other daddies have booked it for the weekend after next so we can take our boys along. If you and Jake would like to join us, that could be the ideal introduction."

"That sounds very interesting!" I say, raising my eyebrows.

"Okay, when the boys come back, let me ask Jake. I need to know what he thinks."

"Fair enough!" I say, smiling.

"If you do come along, we'll expect you to share the costs, but it's all self-catering, so it's not expensive."

"Not a problem!" I assure him. "Tristan must be very generous to donate the place like that."

"Oh, he is," Keith says quietly. "But he's in an awkward position. Because of who he is, his boys – the two brothers I mentioned – spend most of their time away at boarding school. While they're away, well, he's helped us out, so we help him out."

"That sounds fair enough."

"Rather than paying for the refurb, Tristan gave Brad a share in the place."

As I'm digesting this information, the bedroom door opens. Ryan and Jake reappear. They're all smiles. The way that they've become instant friends has been one of the most rewarding aspects of the whole evening.

"You've taken your time," I comment, smiling.

"Ryan gave me a bath," Jake says disarmingly. "He said it would help to ease the soreness."

"And did it?"

"Yes, Daddy. I feel much better now."

"Excellent! Well you'd better get your clothes on, but while you're doing that, Keith has something he wants to ask you."

Keith quickly explains about the forthcoming weekend away.

"So, would you like your daddy to bring you along?" he concludes. "You'll be very welcome."

"You know the other two daddies," Jake asks. "Has either of them got a really big one, you know, bigger than yours?"

"No," Keith assures him. "Mine will be the biggest." He pauses for a moment. "In this little club we belong to, only one daddy has a bigger cock than I do, and you don't need to worry about him."

"That's James, Peter's daddy," Ryan explains. "He only goes with boys who can cum, you know, like me."

"What about the other boys that'll be there?" Jake asks.

"Mark's twelve and Simon's just turned eleven," Ryan answers. "Mark's nice-looking and very quiet. He's been able to cum for about three months. He's the youngest of the spunkers, and the smallest. I think he's really nice. And Simon's a super kid! He joined just after Christmas. Very cute, really clever and very funny; he's always making us laugh. And he loves sex! I'm sure you'll like him."

"Can we go, please, Daddy?" Jake asks, looking at me imploringly.

"If you want to go," I tell him, "that's fine with me."

A few minutes later, we're on our way home. Jake's like a dog with two tails. I'm delighted; delighted with him for the way he performed, delighted for him because he's made a wonderful new friend.

"I thought you did superbly when Keith fucked you," I tell him.

"Well, I knew it was going to hurt when it went in," he says. "But I was ready for it so I managed not to cry out. I was pretty sore afterwards, but having a bath really helped."

"So was Ryan giving you a bath all that you two got up to?" I ask, grinning, my left hand gently stroking my son's thigh.

"Not exactly," he admitted.

"Well?"

"He had a hard-on all the time we were in there, so once he'd finished bathing me. I sucked him off."

"I thought you might have. So how was it?"

"Awesome! He makes lovely spunk!"

I'm glowing. Things could not have gone better. I don't bother to tell him about what happened before he and Ryan went to the bathroom. I'll keep that to myself.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Carole and I have a marriage of convenience. She has little interest in either sex or children. On the other hand, I was a go-getter, and she wanted the lifestyle that being married to a successful man would give her. As well as being a superb home-maker, she loves being the perfect hostess when I entertain my bosses or important clients. She was never going to be much of a `mummy', but I didn't want her to be.

Of course, I only saw having sex with a woman as a means of acquiring a son and heir. So that's what we agreed. Once she'd produced a son for me, I would make few further demands on her. Jake was born fifteen months after we were married. Apart from the seven or eight weeks each year that I'm abroad on business, I've been my boy's `principal carer' ever since. From my point of view, the arrangement's worked well for all three of us.

After our visit to Keith's house, I was concerned that Jake might become over-excited by the prospect of our trip to The Lodge. I needn't have worried; he's been as good as gold. He's not just horny and affectionate; he's smart too. He knows we have to keep things quiet.

The day has finally arrived. The `official' story is that I'm taking Jake to an adventure camp where there will be lots of fun activities that we can enjoy together; you know the sort of thing. Yesterday evening, we packed a few playing-out clothes into a bag. This morning, after adding our overnight things, we put the bag into the back of the car before I dropped him off at school.

Having worked my socks off for six hours with only a twenty-minute break for lunch, I leave the office just after three. Fortunately, as long as we're not meeting clients, our company goes in for `Dress-Down Fridays', so I'm already suitably attired. By three twenty-five, the Jag's parked up outside Jake's school. A little over five minutes later, kids begin to stream out. Jake appears. After saying goodbye to one of his friends, he strides up to the car. Putting his book-bag onto the back seat, he gets in, smiling up at me as we drive away.

On Fridays, the so called `evening rush-hour' begins at around three and doesn't ease off until after seven. Driving at that time is never enjoyable. Following the directions Keith gave me, we slowly make our way towards our destination.

At ten to five, we meet up with Keith and Ryan at a remote rural car park, letting them lead the way from there. To say that The Lodge is tucked away doesn't do it justice. Without Keith to guide me, I doubt whether I'd have found it.

Finally, we drive up to a large security gate. Indicating for me to go through first, Keith punches a code into the keypad. The gate swings open and we're in. After getting back into his car, Keith repeats the exercise and follows us. After driving for almost a mile, mainly through woodland, the Lodge comes into view. In terms of location, they could not have found anywhere better.

A Peugeot Estate is already there. Keith and I park either side of it. It's five-twenty. A journey of barely fifty miles has taken us almost two hours. I glance across. Jake looks excited but nervous. I pat his thigh. Getting out of the car, we stretch our legs and collect our things.

After Keith and Ryan have unloaded bags and boxes full of provisions, the four of us stride up to the front door. Keith lets us in. After passing through the entrance hall, we enter a large airy room where a lad of about twelve is watching the television.

"This is Mark," Ryan says as the boy gets to his feet.

After shaking hands with me, Mark and Jake exchange a hug. The lad's maybe four inches taller than Jake, his boy-bits pressing against my son's stomach. He's nicely built too, not fat, but definitely not skinny. With dark hair cut fairly short, grey eyes, regular features and beautifully clear skin, he's a nice-looking boy, though nothing exceptional.

A man appears from what turns out to be the kitchen. A little under six feet tall and not bad looking, I judge him to be in his late thirties.

"Hi Graham!" Keith says warmly. "I thought you might beat us to it. These guys are Paul and Jake."

"Pleased to meet you!" Graham says, shaking hands with me. "Jake's very pretty, isn't he?" he adds lowering his voice. "Keith told me he was. Affectionate too, I see."

"Absolutely," I reply.

"Mark's very affectionate," he tells me. "Make a fuss of him and he'll do anything for you."

I smile and nod, storing the information for later.

"Okay guys!" Keith announces, smiling broadly. "Before we start preparing dinner, would anyone like a drink?"

"Tea please," I request.

"Have you got any coca cola?" Jake asks.

"Of course!" Keith says, grinning. "I know what boys drink!"

I follow Keith into the kitchen, checking the place out as I go. Everything is solid and good quality, especially the kitchen appliances. On the other hand, there's nothing fancy. It's all simple, designed to be low-maintenance. Brad and Tristan obviously knew what they were doing.

A mug of tea and a glass of cola in hand, I stroll back into the lounge. The boys, all wearing shorts, are occupying one of the sofas, chatting happily. After handing Jake his drink, I park myself down to watch them. Mark is quieter than the other two, just as Ryan suggested, but I can see from his demeanour that he's a really lovely kid. Though not stunning to look at, he's definitely a boy I want to get to know.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rings. Getting up from the sofa, Ryan goes to answer it. Moments later, he's back, accompanied by a smallish, wiry guy who looks a good bit older than the rest of us. With him is a boy that I can only describe as the personification of cute; a little smaller than Jake, bright blue eyes, a mop of unruly, fair curls and the most mischievous grin I've ever seen. Without a trace of nerves, he bounces right up to me.

"Hi!" he says brightly. "I'm Simon. You must be Paul. Pleased to meet you!"

"Pleased to meet you, too," I respond, almost overwhelmed by the lad's confidence.

"And that's Jake, yeah?" he continues, jerking his head towards the sofa. "I must go and say hello!"

And off he goes, exchanging hugs with Jake and Mark.

"Hi!" his daddy says quietly, taking my hand. "I'm Phil. I apologise for Simon's manners. He gets rather excited, meeting new people."

"Don't worry about it," I tell him, smiling. "I like lively boys."

In an instant, the room's energy level has doubled. Simon's arrival seems to have energised the other boys who are clearly captivated by him.

"He's quite a character," I comment.

"Yes, he is," Phil agrees.

I lick my lips. He's not just a character; he's got a gorgeous body. I can hardly wait to give him a good fucking.

"Jake's very cute, isn't he?" Phil says quietly. "If you come to the Syndicate, he'll have lots of admirers."

"So how did you and Simon get involved?" I ask.

"Well, I met Graham almost twenty years ago, not long after I began teaching. He was in my first-year class. We clicked right away. At the end of his third year, I got a promotion at another school, so we didn't see each other for years. In the meantime, I met Simon's mum. Simon was such a lovely kid and he took to me straightaway, so his mum and I got married and I adopted him. I never expected us to have sex, but he was such a joy to be with, I really didn't mind. Anyway, three years ago, his mum was diagnosed with cancer. She died less than a year later. Simon was devastated. He's never known his biological father, so I was all he'd got. He needed lots of cuddles, lots of reassurance. He started to ask if he could sleep in my bed. In the circumstances, I couldn't say no. One night, I woke up to find him playing with my cock. Things just went on from there."

"Wow!" I respond.

"Last September," he goes on. "Mark was due to start at the school where I'm Deputy Head. As soon as I saw his name, I guessed who he was, so I checked the application form which had his parents' names on it. That's how Graham and I got back in contact. He told me about the Syndicate. Simon and I joined just after Christmas."

"And how's that worked out?"

"It's been wonderful. Simon loves it. We both do."

I look up. "Where's Graham?" I ask, looking across at the boys.

"In the kitchen, helping Daddy get dinner ready," Ryan says, smiling.

At that moment, Keith reappears.

"Ryan and Mark," he says. "Come and lay the table, please. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

The boys obey without protest or hesitation. I like that. Shortly afterwards, Ryan calls us through. We make our way to the dining area which is on the far side of the kitchen, seating ourselves at a long table, another good-quality, low maintenance item. The four daddies are on one side, their four boys on the other.

The meal, consisting of pork chops, chipolata sausages, new potatoes, carrots and green beans, is excellent. I'm also struck by how good the boy's table-manners are. I can't fault any of them, not even Simon. If these lads are typical of the boys that the Syndicate looks for, I'm more than happy for Jake to be part of it.

With our main course finished, there is fresh fruit for dessert. That's another plus. When we've finished eating, I join Ryan and Mark in the kitchen. As they clear things away, I load them into the dishwasher. Finally, we stroll back into the lounge, where the large sofa in the centre of the room — the one that the boys had been sitting on earlier — has been converted into a bed. It's been covered with a sheet, and two pillows have appeared.

"Okay," Keith says, smiling. "It's time for the entertainment to begin. For the benefit of those who haven't been here before, this is how it works. We're going to split into two groups of four. The first group will consist of Ryan, Simon, Phil and myself, the second group will be Mark, Jake, Paul and Graham. We'll start off with the boys in the first group getting to know each other. When they've finished, it will be the turn of the boys in the second group. After that, each group will have a foursome."

He comes over to me.

"Don't worry," he says quietly. "You'll soon get the idea. I'm sure there won't be anything that you and Jake aren't comfortable with."

As the rest of us take seats on either side of the bed, Ryan and Simon begin to undress each other. Ryan is seriously good at this; watching him in action is making me incredibly horny. Pretty soon, they're both naked. Simon's uncut prick is a fraction smaller than Jake's, but his thighs are muscular and beautiful, and his bottom's perfection. I suck in air. I hope it won't be too long before I have the opportunity to stuff my cock into his cute little boy-hole.

The two boys snuggle up on the bed. They kiss beautifully. Simon slowly works his way down Ryan's body, sucking first one nipple then the other, licking the older boy's belly-button and finally devouring the thirteen-year old's penis. After a while, they change over. Having taken Simon's prick fully into his mouth, Ryan slips his hand between the younger boy's legs, his index finger making its way into the lad's anus.

With Ryan lying on his back, they try a sixty-nine, but once again, the height difference is too great. Ryan reacts just as he did with Jake, eagerly working his tongue into Simon's boy-hole. A few minutes later, they're ready to bring matters to a conclusion. Simon gets onto all fours. Ryan, his penis coated with K-Y, shuffles in behind. From where I'm sitting, I have a perfect view of the thirteen-year old's cock as it slowly disappears into Simon's bottom.

"Go on, Ryan!" Graham urges. "Give him what he needs!"

To be honest, I don't think the teenager needs much encouragement. He's athletic and horny, and he's got his prick embedded in a younger boy's cute little arse. He goes for it just as you'd expect him to.

"Oh yes!" Simon whimpers. "Fuck me hard! I want to feel your spunk going up my bum!"

He doesn't have to wait long. After barely a minute, Ryan is grunting and gasping, making several short, hard thrusts as he pumps his boy-juice into the eleven-year old's tunnel. Having taken a few seconds to recover, Ryan carefully pulls out, his cock glistening. Flipping Simon onto his back, he plunges down, sucking the eleven-year old's joystick as though his life depended on it. Within a matter of seconds, Simon is writhing around, his stiff little penis swelling and pulsing in the older boy's mouth.

Ryan eases himself away. After giving each other another quick kiss, the boys get off the bed. As I expected, Ryan joins Phil, Simon sits with Keith. That confirms who'll be fucking who when we get to the second part, though I'm not sure how they'll turn it into a foursome.

Now it's Mark and Jake's turn. They undress each other slowly and gently, with lots of kisses along the way. Seeing Mark naked, I can appreciate what a super body he's got, like a bigger version of Jake's. He's got a nice cock too, a medium-thick four inches, around half the head visible beyond his foreskin, a pair of firm round balls immediately beneath. No pubic hair, of course; I wonder if Graham's shaved them off. I don't think so. I'd guess they haven't started to come in yet.

They get onto the bed. They kiss, stroke and fondle each other so delicately, it makes me smile. It's so good to see boys expressing such affection for each other. Eventually, they move things along, taking turns to suck each other before moving into a sixty-nine. As Mark is not quite five feet tall, it works beautifully. They're making me hornier by the second. Finally, they prepare for the coup de grace.

"You'll be the fourth boy I've fucked," Mark says, loud enough for us all to hear. "I've done Simon a few times, plus a couple of the other boys."

They move into position, just as Ryan and Simon had. Shuffling in close, Mark thrusts his slick penis into Jake's twitching boy-hole. Wow! I don't think I'll ever tire of seeing my boy impaled on an older lad's cock!

Mark immediately sets to work, a look of determination on his face that I haven't seen before. He's a good little athlete too, thrusting powerfully into Jake's bottom, my boy's moans and gasps telling me that he's absolutely loving it.

"Go on Mark!" I urge. "You're doing great!"

"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Mark groans. "Ohhh! I'm going to cum!"

Holding Jake around the tops of his thighs, he pushes right in, his body wracked by one, two, three spasms as little jets of watery cum squirt into Jake's waiting hole. After a few seconds, he sits back on his haunches, his cock sliding out. Exactly as Ryan did, he turns Jake onto his back, sucking him to orgasm in ten seconds flat. After a lengthy kiss, they leave the bed. While Jake goes to join Graham, I make room for Mark to sit next to me.

"I think you enjoyed that," I whisper as he snuggles up.

"Yeah!" he confirms. "It was amazing! Jake's really nice, isn't he?"

"So how do you feel about taking mine?" I ask.

"I haven't seen it yet, have I?" he responds. "Why don't I help you get naked?"

Talk about an offer I can't refuse! I've been so absorbed watching the boys, I never even thought about getting undressed. Mark does it for me. His touch is electrifying, absolutely sensational. Finally, he pulls off my boxer shorts.

"Well?" I demand.

"Very nice!" he says, licking his lips as he runs his fingers along my shaft. "Ryan says you make lots of spunk."

"Yes," I confirm. "And it'll all be going into your boy-hole."

Having had a few minutes to prepare, the first group are almost ready to go. This'll be where I find out what we'll be expected to do. Phil and Ryan are lying on the bed, with Phil working K-Y into the thirteen-year old's bum. Simon and Keith are still occupying a sofa on the far side of the bed. At this point, Simon stands up. With his back to Keith, he lowers himself down, slowly impaling himself on the man's cock.

After maybe fifteen seconds, he's sitting right in Keith's lap. Lifting his feet, he braces them against the edge of the bed. My eyes almost fall out. I've got a perfect view of the kid's boy-hole, stretched almost unfeasibly around Keith's cock. Fuck! It's the hottest thing I've ever seen! More to the point, it's clearly what Jake will be expected to do. I glance at Graham who is sitting a few feet to my left. His cock's around six inches long and not quite as thick as mine. Jake should be fine with that.

On the bed, Ryan is down on all-fours, facing Simon and Keith. Taking Mark with me, I move to sit facing the end of the bed to get a better view. With Phil's five-and-a half inches up his bum, Ryan leans forwards, his lips closing over Simon's prick.

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

Immediately, he thrusts upwards, fucking Simon's bottom and driving the eleven-year old's prick into Ryan's mouth, while at the other end, Phil's hard cock is slamming in and out of the teenager's arse. I lick my lips. In a few minutes' time, I'll be where Phil is, with my cock embedded in Mark's hot little tunnel.

Simon's dry-cum kicks in first. The kid's anal contractions set off Keith, who promptly fills the lad's boy-hole. A few seconds later, Phil adds to the general excitement by shooting his load into Ryan's bottom, leaving the teenager as the only one who hasn't cum.

Phil pulls out first, allowing Ryan to kneel up on the bed. Lifting himself off Phil's cock, sexy little Simon finishes the operation by devouring Ryan's prong, allowing the older lad to cum in his mouth. Wow! It doesn't get any hotter than that! I just hope Jake's happy with what he'll be expected to do.

The two boys head into the changing area to get themselves cleaned up. Simon's leaking prodigiously, Keith's spunk running down his legs. I lick my lips again. When we've finished, Mark will be leaking like that. Keith comes over to me.

"Okay, you can get ready now," he says quietly. "But don't start until the other boys get back. They want to watch."

Nodding my agreement, I lead Mark onto the bed. He is so affectionate! Within a couple of seconds, he's all over me. After kissing me passionately, he sucks my nipples before going down on my cock. Then it's my turn. Lifting his legs, I stuff my tongue into his cute little boy-hole. After a minute or so, I pull away, inserting a well-lubed index-finger in its place, the kid moaning with pleasure. Adding my middle digit, I give him the corkscrew treatment. I'm a pretty big guy, and I've got big hands. The horny kid just moans even louder.

"Ohhh!" he begs. "I want your cock!"

His timing couldn't have been better. Right at that moment, Ryan and Simon reappear from the boys' changing area. Turning Mark to face Jake and Phil, I get him onto all-fours. After lubricating myself, I move in close, steadily driving my cock deep into the twelve-year old's tight little tunnel.

To my total delight, Jake does exactly what Simon did. Getting up from the chair where he and Graham have been making out, he stands with his back to his new older friend and carefully lowers himself onto the man's prick, slowly working his way down until he's got the whole thing. Finally, raising his feet, he braces them against the bed, his toes projecting above the mattress. I can hardly believe what I'm seeing. The sight of Jake's boy-hole stretched around Graham's cock is totally wild.

Without waiting to be asked, Mark lowers his head and shoulders, allowing Jake's prick to slide into his mouth.

"Okay, Paul," Graham says. "Let's do it!"

Within seconds, I'm giving his boy a serious fucking, while he's doing the same to mine. I've had sex with a good few boys over the years, but nothing like this. This is like totally off the scale! It doesn't take long. I guess it wasn't supposed to.

"Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Jake whimpers, shuddering from head to toe, his willy jiggling between Mark's lips. At the same moment, his boy-hole goes into spasm around Graham's cock, which has the inevitable effect.

"Oh! You sexy little boy!" the man growls, before dumping his load in my son's bottom.

I can't hold back a moment longer. Tightening my grip on Mark's thighs, I start to pump my spunk into him. It just keeps on going until I'm so light headed, the room starts turning cartwheels.

Suddenly, it's over. I don't so much pull-out as sink down backwards, my cock slurping out of Mark's boy-hole. Through the haze, I'm vaguely aware of him kneeling up on the bed, his cock in Jake's mouth, his boy-cum squirting down my lad's throat. Wow! I was expecting us to have some pretty full-on sex, but nothing close to that!

Jake and Mark head for the changing area. This time, they're both leaking. Some of my spunk has trickled down behind Mark's left knee. That's crazy! The thing is, neither of them looks the least bit bothered about it.

Apart from the fact that the boys decide to stay naked, the rest of the evening is remarkably normal. The boys spend their time chatting, laughing, joking and generally enjoying each other's company. It's perfectly clear that they're all happy to be here. I and my three associates chat about all sorts of things, except that sex isn't one of them. I guess we all know where we stand on that one. About half past ten, Keith comes across to me.

"Which boy would you like to take to bed with you?" he asks quietly.

"Simon, if that's okay."

"Oh, that's fine," he assures me. "Phil's going to take Jake because he's the only one who hasn't been with him yet. You'll have someone different tomorrow."

Opening our bag, I take out Jake's toothbrush, toothpaste, facecloth and shower gel.

"I understand you're going to spend the night with Daddy Phil," I say, handing them to him.

"Yes," he says, his eyes sparkling. "It's going to be fun!"

"Just make sure you get some sleep!"

"I will," he says. "Don't worry. And thanks for bringing me."

Hearing him say that knocks me out. I'd already got the cake and the icing. Now I've got the cherry on the top. Wow!

"Which room am I in?" I ask, turning to Keith.

"Immediately on your left when you reach the top of the stairs," he says, smiling. "They're all much the same, and they've all got en-suite facilities so you'll be fine."

I find Simon sitting on one of the sofas.

"Are you ready?" I ask, smiling down at him.

"Sure," he says, grinning back.

Getting to his feet, he picks up his clothes and follows me up the stairs.

"I'm just going for a pee," I tell him ushering him into my room.

"We can pee together," he says nonchalantly, heading into the en-suite bathroom.

I follow him in. We let fly, our streams intersecting. Back in the bedroom, I start to undress.

"Can I do that for you?" he asks.

"Sure, if you want," I tell him.

He does too, but it's a very different experience from the way Mark did it. This kid wants me naked, like fast. Finally, he drags off my boxers.

"You've got a beautiful cock," he says smirking. "Are you going to fill my boy-hole, like you did with Mark?"

"I wouldn't think so. Before I fucked Mark, I hadn't cum for two days."

"Oh! But you will cum, won't you?"

"Oh yes, just not as much as that."

"Good! I like feeling the spunk going up my bum."

We snuggle up on the bed. Whereas Mark was really gentle, Simon's a little tiger. I wouldn't say aggressive, but he's certainly not a kid who does things by halves. After an amazingly passionate kiss, he sets to work on my nipples, not just sucking them, but nipping at them. Twisting around, he plunges down on my cock, sucking it hungrily.

"Easy, babe!" I warn. "You'll make me cum if you go for it like that."

He slowly eases his way off.

"Nice!" he says, licking his lips.

I return the favour. As I suck him, I fondle his bottom. Although not fat, it's beautifully rounded and wonderfully pliable. Smiling, I remind myself that very soon my cock will be right up inside it.

After a couple of minutes, I let him go. Immediately, he lifts his legs. He lies there, grinning at me, his knees close to his shoulders, his recently violated hole completely exposed. I lick it eagerly. I don't encounter any actual spunk, but the smell and the taste are still there. That's fair enough, after taking Ryan and Keith earlier on. Retrieving the tube of K-Y from my bag, I smear some over my penis.

"Is this how you want it?" I ask.

"Yeah," he responds, grinning. "I want to watch you."

That's fair enough. I'll save my favourite position till the morning.

"Come on!" he challenges, "Give me your daddy-cock!"

I move in close and slowly stuff it in. His boy-tunnel is everything I knew it would be, hot and tight, but velvety-soft; the perfect fuck. After thrusting over his sex-button, I bottom out. Taking a deep breath, I set to work. I begin quite slowly, gradually increasing the pace until I'm into a really strong rhythm.

"Oh, yes, Daddy Paul!" he moans. "That is so good! Ohhh! I want your spunk!"

I pound into him even harder. Suddenly I'm there, my hot cream spurting hard into his beautiful little bottom. I pause for a while before finally pulling out.

"So how was that?" I ask.

"It was amazing!" he answers, his face glowing.

"Okay," I tell him. "You'd better go to the toilet. We don't want you leaking on the bed sheets."

He heads to the en-suite bathroom. By the time he gets back, I'm under the covers. He gets in next to me. Wrapping my arms around him, I draw the lad to me. Two minutes later, I'm fast asleep.