Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2005 04:01:37 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: SUMMER FUN -3

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then why the hell are you reading Nifty/Gay? Also note
that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because this is
FICTION. You must be above the age of consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff but you knew that anyway.

Dedicated to little Kennys everywhere

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SUMMER FUN


3 - Kenny's Story


by


G. Cutter


Snow, snow and more snow. I looked out of my bedroom windown and then
plonked myself down on my bed. I was supposed to be going away for a shorty
Christmas holiday in the morning and everything was going pear shaped. Most
of the country was snowbound and the likelehood of me getting twenty five
miles down the road were looking remote. I was rescued from suicide or a
swift wank by mum calling to me up the stairs that supper was ready.

'Cheer up, Ken,' she said as I wandered into the kitchen where we did our
eating. My dad just looked up and gave me a smile.

'I was looking at that snow,' I grumped taking my place. 'I reckon they'll
call it off.'

'Don't be a girl,' dad looked at me. 'Carlos phoned me up today. He has a
lorry doing early morning deliveries around here and it will pick you up by
midday at the latest.'

'If it can get through.' I looked at the window, from what I could see the
snow, if anything, was getting even heavier.

'He'll get through,' my dad reassured me. 'Carlos needs to service around
four or five of his wine bars in Wandsworth and he's not going to lose that
trade over a couple of feet of snow.'

'Suppose so,' I started on my food effectively ending the conversation.

Carlos, by the way, was my mate Joe's dad and he ran a business out of
Weybridge importing wines from the Continent and distributing around the
South of England. He had a small fleet of lorries and fortunately they more
or less passed our house on their way in and out of London. I'd met Joe and
his friend Peter in the summer in Cyprus and we'd become firm
friends. Well, there was also Cosi and a Yank kid so we had our own little
gang going. The difference between us and other gangs was that we were more
of a mutual admiration society as Joe put it. We all fucked each other to
be perfectly blunt. Cosi was my main man, he was sixteen now and I was
madly in love but that's me. Cosi was Anglo Italian and I was a bit pissed
off that he was working all over the holiday for his dad in their
restaurant. His dad had the rather hard nosed attitude that if Cosi wanted
to go to University it was about time he put some effort into the family
funds in a manner of speaking. I thought it was grossly unfair, then again,
that's life.

I'd never visited Joe at his home and I was a bit surprised to get the
invitation. I was pretty sure that he and Peter were still at it like
rabbits so I expected that they wanted to use me and abuse me for a sorta
Christmas bonus. I didn't mind, I was a sex machine and I really liked them
both. Peter, the skinny English rose type and Joe, the swarthy Spanish
caballero with a pretty huge dick... not that I was worried about that.

My mum and dad were quite happy to lose me for the Christmas and New Year
weekends, they probably wanted some peace and quiet and they knew how well
I got on with the others. I suspect they also knew I had a thing going with
Cosi and with him working in town I would be a right pain in the bum if
they didn't let me go. They took the easy option and that suited me just
fine, anyway, they were paying a visit Christmas Day and would probably be
doing a bit of helping out.

Joe had written a very cautious letter saying that Peter was in residence
for the holiday and that we had the use of a new guest suite that Mr
Ramirez had built for visiting wine people from over the water. All new,
two bedrooms and self contained. It sounded brill and if I could read
between Joe's lines, fun and games were scheduled all around. I'd miss Cosi
but I'm sure the other two would look after me, they always had in the
past.

'Early night for you tonight, young man.' My mum snapped me out of
it. 'About ten, you have a long day tomorrow.'

'Aw mum...'

'Ten and to your room,' my dad backed up mum. 'You can watch your little
television for an hour or so, I'll come in and switch you off around
eleven.'

'I am thirteen now.'

'I know what age you are,' my dad laughed. 'You need your sleep, you need
to think of a long day tomorrow.'

That's for sure I thought as I nodded agreement. Floundering through
snowdrifts and then all night sex, it would indeed be a long day.

In was up like a lark the following morning checking out the weather. Gloom
and doom, it was still snowing and it was piling up as in big time. Our car
was buried nearly upto the bonnet although the main road must have been
clear, you could hear the odd vehicle on the move but not as many as usual.

'Think the lorry guy will get through?' I asked my mother anxiously as I
peered from the window.

'To the end of the road I imagine,' she stuck the kettle on. 'Anna Ramirez
phoned me up a little while ago and he's on his run so the pickup
stands. She said that Joe and Peter are keen to see you.'

I bet, they were after the tightest little shag in Surrey. What they didn't
know was that I'd started spurting up recently in more ways than one and I
was rather looking forward to returning like for like if you can work that
one out. Joe lived in Walton and Peter quite nearby, from what I gathered
it was quite a place as Joe's dad was pretty well off. Be fair, he'd built
this addition we were using just for guests, so he wasn't a pauper. All the
same I was worried about the weather, even if the main roads were clear the
sideroads weren't and I knew the Rodriguez place was just outside Walton in
the so called Green Belt. Joe had said in the past that where they lived
was quite countrified so maybe snowdrifts. Another thing was I didn't know
how was I'd fit in with Joe's mates, I was a townie and they was all
poshies I would have thought. Mind you, Pete's dad was a builder so their
side of things were pretty down to earth, I wouldn't be the only peon on
the block.

The morning dragged on and I got my gear together, just a small case and a
carrier bag with small gifts for Joe and Pete and the customary cards. Joe
had said in his letter not to bother too much with pressies as we were all
chums and we should be past all that. Knowing Joe he was just being kind,
he was that sorta guy. Heart of gold, dick like a donkey and a bum like an
angel... no wonder Peter was in love.

I was around eleven thirty when I heard the front door bell ring and my mum
go to the door, naturally enough I was down the stairs like the Duracell
bunny.

A big guy at the door looking like Arnie Swartzyknickers and my mum was
dragging him into the warmth of the kitchen.

'You gotta be Kenny,' he grinned over his shoulder.

'That's me, I smiled back. He looked so cold, he made me cold.

'I can't stop,' he protested as my mum seated him and started fussing
around with the kettle. 'I've left my boy, Sean, in the truck.'

'Put a coat on and run up and get him,' my mother ordered me in full
hospitality mode. 'Poor mite must be frozen.'

Jeez. What am I... a bloody servant?

I arrived at this huge truck parked at the end of the street ten minutes
later after slogging through snow and slush and banged on the door which
was up above my head. It cracked open and this wooly hatted angel peered
down at me. 'Wot?'

'Your dad says you have to come down and get warmed up, Sean.'

'I'm warm up here,' he sniffed. 'I'm gonna get frozen going down yours to
get warmed up.' He looked down at me pleased with his logic. 'Bet you're
Kenny.'

'Bet you're Poirot,' I countered quite pleased with myself. Apart from the
blue Chelsea hat he was quite nice. 'Come on, I'm freezing my thingies
off,' I started to jump up and down. I wasn't joking it was freezing and it
had started to snow again.

'Can't have that,' he laughingly slung the door open and clambered
down. Standing alongside me he was taller but then again everyone
was. 'Lead on my man,' he grinned and we set off for the warmth of home. I
wasn't worried anymore. The super taxi had arrived and as a bonus there was
a boy person to oggle as well, things were looking up.  On the way down the
road he managed to get out that they'd left the depot in Walton around
seven, had delivered to four bars and restaurants and collecting me had
been their last call of the day.

'Glad to get rid of me and get home then?'

'Damn right, Tonto,' he laughed. 'We're dropping you at the depot and Mr
Ramirez is taking you up the big house.'

'The big house?'

'Well he has a house and it's big,' Sean grinned. Pretty strong on his
basic English was our Sean. I looked at him and made with a silly laugh. He
was so nice, I felt a flash of betrayal for Cosi but Sean was here and Cosi
wasn't. I wondered idly if Sean would be one of Joe's guests, he had
mentioned that some of his pals would be around on Christmas Eve. Then
again did the boss's boy mix with the worker's sons?

'Here we are,' I bundled him up the snow covered garden path and straight
into the kitchen which was now getting a bit cramped with mum and dad
chatting to the driver and now myself and Sean.

I must admit as mum sorted us out hot chocolate I had trouble keeping my
eyes off of Sean. The family must feed well, Sean's dad was a giant and
Sean wasn't a dwarf himself, he was slightly smaller than Cosi but I felt
like a midget alongside him and was getting a crush as in super crush. He
wasn't pretty like Peter or even Joe but he was very good looking and he
had a ready grin. I guessed his age at fifteeen and I was surprised to
learn later in the day that he was only fourteen. A bloody big fourteen
year old, I wondered how his dick measured up but then again I would,
wouldn't I. I particularly liked his highlighted brown hair which stood out
against his darker eyebrows and those warm hazel eyes... Jeez.  Sean
clocked my oggling him and gave me a crafty wink, he was probably used to
admiring adolescent boys.

We hit the road around midday. Mum and dad gave me the farewell treatment
like I was going away for a month instead of eight or nine days. I promised
to phone daily and they promised faithfully to feed Joe, that was Joe my
rabbit by the way who was currently hutched in the garden shed. In fact dad
said he could have my room over the Christmas which I thought was pretty
cool, I could have a roomful of rabbit poo and pong when I get back but who
cared. At last we were off. I clutched the carrier bag, Sean lugged my case
and the Sean's dad led the way. His name was Finnegan by the way. Sounded
like a bunch of bogstompers but they didn't sound like it.

Getting into the truck was a hoot, it was so high off the ground. Sean's
dad got in first and accepted the case from Sean and then the carrier bag
from me. Sean had to bunk me up and I felt his hands under my coat on my
bum hoisting me up until I could grasp the doorframe and clamber in. Jeez,
it was a new truck and it was like a spaceship. A single driver's seat
obviously but a double passenger seat like a bloody couch. Sean clambered
up and got in alongside me as I gazed around. There was even a sleeping
compartment above our heads to the rear, this was a seriously big motor.

'I don't want to go back into town,' Sean's dad declared. 'We'll do the A3
and cut across down the Seven Hills Road.'

'Scenic run,' Sean laughed, he reached behind and pulled a tartan blanket
thingy down and spread it over our legs. I just smiled, I didn't know what
the hell they were on about but the blanket ploy raised possibilities for a
smutty minded schooly. I was quite content pressed up against Sean's
body. I was still having daydreams about seeing him naked with the
appropriate stiffy of course. I wondered if he was circumcised, uncut,
hairy or what but slowly and gently we were leaving kerbside and moving out
onto the icy road like a ocean liner. From our height it was just like
being on a ship's bridge, the view was brill although all you could see was
snow and more snow.

We hit the A3 at Tibbetts Roundabout and then we were on the long slope
down out of town. The main road had been gritted but there weren't many
private cars around, mainly lorries and vans. Christmas was a coming and
business goes on. Peter, Sean's dad concentrated on his driving and Sean
and I had a mumbled conversation, it was in this chat that I found out he
was only fourteen and indeed he did know Joe and Peter both and yes, he
would be visiting Christmas Eve as would most of Mr Rodriguez' senior
workers and their kids for a traditional lunchtime snacks and drinks with
the emphasis on drink.

'Don't think too many'll make it this year,' Peter contributed. 'A lot of
them will want to get indoors and stay indoors.'

'We're going aren't we, dad?' Sean sounded anxious.

'Oh, yeah. Although I am a bit worried about your mother, it's getting to
be touch and go.'

'Yeah, picked a hell of a time,' Sean laughed.

I was completely lost, I didn't know what they were talking about but Sean
enlightened me. After fifteen years of caution his mum and dad has slipped
up and they had a baby on the way. Sod's Law said that it could arrive any
time over the Christmas holiday.

It was around this time that I felt Sean's leg pressing against mine, I
moved a little as I thought I was maybe cramping him but there was nowhere
really to move. His leg pressed against mine again and then it moved up and
down a little. I tentatively pressed back, this was a bit like someone
coming onto you at school.  A firmer pressure from him and I forgot about
the view, I pressed back quite happily and rubbed my leg up and down as he
did. Sean was coming onto me, little old me was being subjected to a
tactile chat up. That was Joe's expression by the way, not mine.

'Here we go,' I more or less fell against Sean as the lorry banked sharply
and we took evasive action around a huge broken down articulated lorry on
the inside lane. The overhead gantry was advising a maximum speed of fourty
miles an hour but Peter dropped it to around thirty five. Mind you, I lost
interest after that, I could feel Sean's large hand on my upper thigh
gently squeezing my muscle, his hand was inches from my dick which had gone
from cold and limp to hot and hard. I gave a little sigh of satisfaction, I
wanted him to know I was quite happy with what he was doing. I know his dad
was a mere two feet away but we had this tartan sort of bedspread thingy
over our laps anyway. I let my hand drift onto his strong thigh, I went one
better, I slipped my hand across even further and went front and centre. I
felt the mass of his package through his thick trousers and let my hand
nestle there. Now he knew exactly where he stood.

We seemed to drive forever but according to the clock on the dash it was
shortly before one in the afternoon that we slowed even further and swung
off onto an up ramp leading to yet another roundabout this one above the
main road. Here the snow had been cleared but the piles had been pushed
into the drifts on the side of the road giving the impression of driving
down arctic canyons and the road we took off the roundabout was
ungritted. The huge lorry slowed even further, we were barely making twenty
miles an hour and the road we were on was like a switchback.

'Seven Hills Road,' Sean commented giving my thigh another squeeze. I
returned it with a swift fondle of his groin, I was a bit disappointed, he
had so much clothing on all I could feel was a mass. If his penis was in
there it was pretty well buried.

'Getting better,' Peter switched the wipers off as the snow suddenly
dropped. 'Let's give it a bit of welly.'

'Careful. dad,' Sean put his arm across the back of the seat and grasped my
shoulder as our speed increased and surprisingly we hit a patch that had
been gritted, we must be getting near to a town. I had picked out Walton in
the Surrey A-Z and had a rough idea of where the Depot was but at this
moment in time and space I was completely lost. Of course, Sean's surprise
moves had disorented me a bit. I just wanted to get naked with him in a
warm bed, swanning around the middle of nowhere in a bloody chilly lorry
was no fun at all.

'Another half an hour to the depot,' Sean's dad declared flashing us a
grin. 'A day in Central London tomorrow and that's our lot,' he added.

'Do you want me to come?' Sean asked less than enthusiastically.

'Depends if you want the money,' Peter laughed.

'Yeah, I suppose,' Sean grumped. He flashed me a sideways grin. 'Gotta
earn, gotta help the old man out.'

'Less of the old man,' Peter slowed the truck and we did a very delicate
right turn into an Industrial Estate. I guess we'd made it after all. Sure
enough twenty minutes later after navigating a couple of very narrow and
very snowed up lanes we turned into a yard with other lorries and
vans. Peter drove us straight into a vacant bay and we finally managed to
fall out and followed him into what appeared to be a warehouse. It was cold
but not as cold as outside.

'Well done, Peter,' a tall dark skinned man came over with a welcoming
smile on his face. He gave Sean and myself a friendly nod, It was Carlos
Ramirez, Joe boy's father.  'OK. Sean and young Ken?'

I think we both gave shy nod.

'Good, let's go in the office and have a cup of hot something.' We all
trooped up a flight of stairs which led to an office which overlooked the
warehouse and he settled us in whilst his secretary made hot drinks. It
seemed very much to be a 'one man band' sort of operation but I could see
that there were at least three of the large lorries and a couple of
transits so maybe not so one horsed after all. Another guy popped in who it
seemed was the Transport Manager and had a quick word with both Mr Ramirez
and Peter regarding the following day's deliveries. After that we were on
our own.

'I must do the rest of the afternoon here, Peter. Perhaps you can take my
car and and be good enough to drop Kenny of at home for me.'

'No probs, shall I take Sean as well?'

'Why not, he's not going to do a lot once you're missing,' Mr Ramirez
laughed, even Sean got the point.

Half an hour later we were off again this time in Carlos' car which was an
extrememly flashy four wheel drive with enough chrome bits and bobs to
dazzle the peasants. I was finally on my way to meet up with my friends, it
seemed any further hanky panky with Sean would have to wait until he
visited on Christmas Eve. He even sat in the front passenger seat which
left me feeling slightly miffed all alone in the rear, typical big boy,
grab the front seat and sod the rest. The sideroads were far worse than the
main ones and even the 4WD made heavy going but finally we struggled up a
hill and drove into a driveway in front of what seemed a palace. Looked
like a palace to me but it was the Ramirez family hovel. So much for 'a
long line of Spanish workers' that Joe was always handing out, the wine
business must be booming.

As soon as we drew up outside the outsized front door my two pals were out
and about shouting and generally making me feel like visiting royalty. We
all clambered out and spent a few moments getting my gear sorted out before
Mrs Ramirez hustled us inside to what was beginning to be a familiar
routine. Off with the jackets and hot milky coffee this time around. I was
glad to see that both Peter and Joe seemed to know Sean as well they might
although I wondered if they knew him quite as well as I did after our
little ride.

Peter cut the visit short, I could understand that he probably wanted to
get himself and his son home with the condition of his wife. I made one
overbold statement before Sean split and it gave me great pleasure to see
Joe and Peter's faces when I did it.

Peter and Mrs Ramirez were chatting and walking back to the car well ahead
of 'the gang' and us four boys hung back a little.

'Gonna see you Christmas Eve, Sean?' I asked hopefully making sure that
there was no one visible other than the four of us.'

'You can bet on it,' he grinned.

'Good,' I jumped up and planted a clumsy kiss on his cheek and then backed
off doing my famous blush.

'Kenny...' Joe and Peter looked astonished and spoke as one.

'Sean, don't mind,' I mumbled, hoping to hell that he didn't.

'Nah, I loved it,' Sean grinned and looked around. Before I could move he
grabbed me and planted a soggy kiss right on my lips. A laugh and he was
off leaving me standing there like the cat who'd nicked the milk and my two
pals totally and utterly gobsmacked.

'Jeez, Kenny.' Joe seemed at a loss for words.

'How long have you known him?' Peter looked at me like I was E.T.

'About four hours,' I grinned. Tell ya what, you had to be good to get the
drop on these two.

'If you want to take Kenny up to the suite you can sort out sleeping and
maybe get him warmed up,' Anna Ramirez reappeared and closed the door as we
heard the car move off. 'If you can keep Kenny entertained we'll eat when
Carlos gets home around six or seven.'

'OK, Mum,' Joe responded. 'We'll get him defrosted,' he glanced at Peter
and I knew exactly what they meant. 'If you ring us about half an hour
before supper we can get dressed up.'

'Just get dressed, don't worry about dressing up,' Mrs Ramirez laughed.

I didn't quite know what to make of that one, surely they didn't go nudey
in the middle of winter. Anyway, not to worry we were on our way, I was
tailing Joe and Peter was tailing me...literally. I could feel his hand
taking the occasional feel of my bottom as we mounted the stairs. The suite
as they called it had been built onto the rear of the house and was totally
self contained, I think there was a garage beneath. A lounge with two
bedrooms leading off, a shared bathroom with separate toilets and what
appeared to be a mini kitchen. Just enough for a pair of visiting wine
merchants or visiting family from Spain as Joe explained. It was really
kosher and Joe and his guests had the full and unrestricted use for the
remainder of the holiday.

'So. Tell us all about Sean,' Joe flopped onto the rug in front of the
fire, Peter followed him down so I went with the flow and joined them after
discarding my coat.

I lay there and told them the full story whilst Peter, the ever thoughtful
Peter removed my shoes and socks and massaged my cold feet back to life. A
bit more kissing and licking of the trotters than I was used to but it was
nice. Joe contented himself with listening and gently nuzzling my neck
puting me right off my stroke. It's hard concentrating on a story when
you're all alone with two sex maniacs sharing one very dirty mind.

'I've know Sean for a while but I never even guessed,' Joe looked at me
with something like awe. 'You lucky sod.'

'Depends if I can get him alone Christmas Eve,' I wriggled as I felt Joe's
hand sneak under my jumper and caress my tummy.

'No probs,' Joe grinned. 'But it'll cost a very meaningful intro.' I knew
exactly what he meant by that. Sean was to be brought into our little gang
as a temporary replacement for Cosi, it was pretty clear my pals wanted a
share of the action.

'No probs,' I replied grinning as I felt Joe lift me up and my jumper and
t-shirt being pulled off over my head, Peter was unzipping me and I guess
nakedness was on the agenda and then anything could happen. I was ready for
it, I hadn't seen Cosi for a week and with Sean and the fumblings I was in
heat. Boy, was I hot, I was amongst old friends, we had privacy and I
wanted cock... Joe and Peter performed like stars, they were taking their
time slowly undressing me but I was impatient, I wanted them naked and I
wanted them in me, both of them.

'You're a randy little sod,' Joe grinned as I ripped at his jeans and he
allowed me to tug them down exposing his white briefs and the bulge of his
man sized cock straining at the material. 'You wanna bit of lovin' by the
fire?' He crooned.

'I wanna lot,' I gabbled as I fished his hot cock out and admired it's
gleaming bulbous glans by the light of the fire. Before I could get to it I
felt Peter moving around and the sneaky bastard slid his own erection
against the side of my face. I turned my head and took his stiff meat in my
mouth like a baby leeching onto a teat.

'Yeah, go on Kenny,' he whispered and holding my head started to slowly
pump in and out of my mouth. I felt the last of my lower clothing disappear
and the heat of the fire on my flanks as Joe turned me onto my side. Jeez,
he'd been learning new tricks, I felt the heat of his breath on my crack
and then he forced my buns apart and started to lick and lap at my exposed
ring. It was constant movement and I was happy to go where they wanted. It
finished up with Peter laying on his back and me crouched above him in a
sixty niner both sucking and slurping at each others spikes. Joe was still
behind me lapping and prodding at my ring with his pointed tongue. I felt
his finger slip inside me and he played at finger fucking for a while until
I nearly creamed and then I felt his legs inside mine.

'Aaaaah,' I wailed as I felt his slippery knob push against my sphincter
and then enter, I nearly swallowed Peter whole as he dragged my head down
and I felt Joe's fat cock begin to fill me and slowly move in and out
sinking deeper and deeper. My own cock was rock hard, Peter was doing a
first class job as I pumped into his mouth helped by Joe's thrusts up or
rather down into my bum.

'You're still beautiful, Kenny,' Joe whispered as he lay on my sweating
back and just moved his hips slipping his fat sausage in and out of my
classy little arse. I knew they both had the hots for me, I was at a home
ground here, I was on a winner. If Peter thought he was gonna squirt in my
mouth he was sadly mistaken, I wanted him to take me after Joe... start the
Christmas holiday with a bang. I felt Joe pull me so that I was kneeling
upright and he slammed and slapped into my sweat covered bum, Peter just
lay with his face under my nuts wanking my hardness, I'd left his alone by
now, he knew or suspected what I really wanted.

'Aaah, I gota cum,' I groaned as I felt the heat rising and Joe's cock felt
like it was beginning to get bigger and even harder. Suddenly he bent me
down again and I heard him gasp as his fat tumescence jerked and throbbed
inside me, I could feel his hot spunk splash inside me as I shot my own
generous load all over Peter's face. Pete laughed like a loon and managed
to get his mouth over my sore cock and suck out what was left and we all
fell in a heap with Joe still moving slowly in my spunk filled bum.

They were definitely on the same wavelength. As soon as Joe slid free,
Peter rolled me onto my back and hoisted my legs in the air. I grinned at
him as he positioned himself and then took me in one long slow thrust.

'Aw, messy, messy,' he chortled as he began to pump and ram into my cum
filled rear.

'Come on lover boi,' I clamped hard on him and wrapped my legs around his
waist, Joe just laughed and lay alongside me swapping kisses as I turned my
head and let Peter pig out.

Peter was all done in a few minutes, for the second time I felt the hot
splashes of boy cum in my belly, I was flooded, I was leaking and I was in
heaven. The only thing that would have made it paradise would be if Sean
had come in but obviously he didn't.

'Aaah, he's all played out,' Peter grinned as he slid free and my legs
dropped. He lay the other side of me and idly stirred my spunk coated cock
on my belly.

'I'm not,' Joe slowly wanked his own dark skinned and slippery organ which
to my amazement was stiffening up. 'Joe Junior wants some more.'

'Not three on the trot,' I heard my voice break and clambered up. 'I gotta
go,' I rushed to the toilet. If Joe wanted seconds he could get them from
Peter. Whoa!!! Talk about an exacuation, so many babies went down that pan
it was a massacre but I took my time. If they were in for an afternoon of
neverending sex I had to pace myself. I might have been a sex machine but
these were the A Team.

By the time I got back Peter was fiddling about with the music centre and
Joe was flopped out full length on the sofa in all his glory, his dark meat
fully erect again and jutting up his flat belly as he slowly stroked it
keeping it alive.

'Nice to see you again, Ken. How's the boyfriend?'

'Orrite, he's working for the family, they want him to pay his way as he
want's to go to University.'

'Why not? He is sixteen now after all,' Peter chipped in, he'd got the
music to his satisfaction and he slid onto the sofa alongside Joe, needless
to say he too was stiff although his four and half inches were a pale
shadow of Joe's which must have been hitting the six inches by now. A full
sized man cock and he was only foureen although he may be fifteen by
now. He was going to make some girls or more likely boys very happy bunnies
over the next two or three years.

'Got another four hours to dinner,' Peter looked at me and grinned. 'What
are we going to do?'

'Gonna talk about Sean,' Joe said quickly. 'One grope doesn't mean he's a
goer, young Ken.'

'He is,' I spoke more confidently than I felt.

'Yeah, maybe so,' Joe retorted. 'But we're a little gang a free love gang,
if you have him so do we.'

'What if he's all butch?'

'He's got to go both ways in our gang,' Peter got back into the chat. 'No
predators here, free love or fuck all.'

'Very sweetly put,' I gave him my sneer. 'I walked in here and you both
raped me.'

'Gotta be joking,' Joe hooted. 'You were like a chipmunk on heat, you
wanted a good stuffing and you got it.'

'I never got my share,' I gave them the sulky bit. I knew that they hated
it when I sulked and sure enough it worked.

'Do Peter, we can get it on later,' Joe said carelessly and slid from the
sofa and walked over to the window. My eyes followed his tight coffee
coloured buttocks but I also saw Peter slip down onto the sofa.

'Cheers, Boss. Guess I'm duty concubine.'

'You are,' Joe laughed. I moved over and sat alongside Peter I could feel
the urge rising as was my pecker. Peter was good sex as was Joe, I suppose
I was acceptable otherwise they wouldn't bother with me. Cosi was more a
one boy boy if that makes sense but he fitted in... just. I wondered what
Sean's reaction would be to this little setup, maybe he was just up for
gropies and snogs, perhaps he wasn't interested in full scale sex, you
never knew in the early stages.

'Come on, shortarse,' Peter looked at me and grinned. 'Let's see if that
thing of yours still works.'

'You didn't say that half an hour ago when you swallowed it,' I gave him
another Arnie Schwartzy look. 'You drunk it all you dirty girl.'

'Shut up muppet,' Peter grabbed my pride and joy and squeezed it
gently. 'Yeah, that's good,' he added softly. 'Come on, Ken,' the last was
almost a whisper.

I knelt in the middle of the sofa and he backed upto the end arm and raised
his knees to his chest in invitation, Joe gave a snort of laughter and
retired to the bathroom leaving us to our game. I wasn't going to brag and
say that I was dribbling and up for it but I had to prove the point that I
wasn't the gang fuck toy and I was about to do so right now.

'Come on, Ken,' Peter whispered and guided my missile to target as I moved
in closer. 'Yeah, go on,' he looked at me with sparkly eyes and I realised
that he wanted it just as much as I did. I leant forward and kissed him
fully on the lips. Nudging against his sphincter with a thin sheen of sweat
to help things along I gave a gentle push. He groaned and tensed as I met
resistance and then he opened up. I felt his inner heat and moistness
encompass my hardon as I slowly slid into his body.

'Yeah,' I sighed as I began to move slowly getting harder and harder. There
was life in the old dog yet. I panicked for a moment as I felt rather than
heard Joe kneel behind me. I thought he was going to use me as spam in the
sandwich but he just lay on my back with his big dick rubbing up my crack
and the bottom of my spine and softly kissed me and stroked my torso as I
moved in and out of his lover. He reached around and fondled and jiggled my
ball bag as I got into my stroke and gave Peter what he wanted.

Thank Christ Joe finally settled for running one finger in and out of my
tightly clenched pucker. I must admit it was a bit of a turnon especially
when he hit the button. I felt myself give a very unmanly squeak as the
heat rose and I felt my juices spurt into the ever loving Peter. It wasn't
my best cum but I'd proved my point as I fell on Peter and virtually fell
asleep in his arms. I was knackered, tuckered and shagged. We stayed an
untidy tangle of arms and legs on the sofa, you would imagine it would be
uncomfortable but it was a big sofa and three boys fitted in well, luckily
Joe remembered to lock the door just in case we had visitors.

We all got dressed and ambled down around six, what the two muppets had
forgotten to tell me was that one of Joe's friends was coming around eight
for a sleepover, he was fourteen and his name was Marc, which was short for
Marcus. Joe and Peter were playing it very cagey and I wondered what their
game was but no doubt I'd find out.

'Is he game?' I asked quite bluntly as we descended the stairs.

'God, no,' Joe laughed. 'He isn't even a nudist. Waggle your dick at him
and he'd probably faint.'

'Sleeping with you'se two should be an eye opener,' I retorted.

'He's not,' Peter laughed. 'He's sleeping with you. A Christmas present for
boy Ken... a virgin.'

'Great,' I looked at them both. 'And just like Christmas I've got to unwrap
the parcel, I suppose.'

'We have great faith in you, Kenny,' Joe laughed and then we entered the
dining room.

Mrs Ramirez was sitting drinking a glass of wine with her husband whilst a
young lady set up the table, I later learned she had a lady cook as
well. All a bit different from my own lifestyle but I could learn to like
it. The two ladies were finishing Christmas Eve and as Mrs Ramirez had
said: 'After that, things could get hairy.'  Pete's mum and dad were coming
over for the Christmas Day as well as so we shouldn't starve.

Supper of dinner as they called it was huge, far more food than I was used
to but they didn't bother with lunch most of the time. Joe and Peter went
at their grub like a pair of earthmovers so I followed their example. I was
a bit curious about this Marcus, I really had problems imagining any close
friend of Joe not wanting to get inside his briefs but then again that was
me and my dirty little mind.

After the meal we sat around in the lounge and did our polite bit. Joe's
mum and dad quizzed us on our school progress and how our families were,
you know... the usual biz. It was all getting a bit tedious until the
younger lady from dinner time announced... yeah 'announced' Marcus. We were
so shuttered from the outside cold that I hadn't even heard the bell. Poor
Marcus, he looked like a frozen dog turd, poor sod. It wasn't until he got
his anorak and wooly hat off that I realised he was rather nice, in fact,
he was bloody tasty and I was sleeping with this Adonis. He was taller than
I was but then again so is everyone and he was a clone of Joe, he could
have been his brother they were so alike. He was dark skinned although not
as dark as Joe, with shoulder length dark brown hair and he was absolutely
gorgeous, he didn't have Joe's silly ponytail and he was bulkier, in fact
he was normal, Joe was skinny. I felt my little dick get bigger at the
though of going to bed with this dreamboat.

The parents obviously knew Marc and I found out later that he lived about a
hundred yards down the road, he had an eleven year old kid brother who was
a 'bit poorly' and he went to the same school as Joe and was in the same
class. I was formally introduced and we gave each other the beady eye. He
probably wondered where I fitted in with the nobs of Walton and
Weybridge. At that stage Mr and Mrs Ramirez bade us goodnight and it had
barely gone seven thirty. They informed us that they were going out pre
Christmas partying and that breakfast would be late, around nine o'clock.
The normal behave yourselves applied, Joe was placed in charge and that was
it. We all trooped back up to the suite, with me bringing up the rear
basically close upto Marc's bum which was a bit of a mystery as he was
wearing a pair of those slightly obscene baggies.

We got back into the suite and Joe showed Marc what was what, there was no
mention of sleeping arrangements and to be honest, I was probably the only
one keen to get to bed. It was the Christmas holiday after all and bed was
the last thing on their minds. We all managed to get onto the huge sofa,
Peter and Joe doing their usual pairing with myself and Marc taking the
other half. For the next couple of hours we really pigged out on Friday the
Thirteenth Part Five Hundred, Joe loved this sort of stuff, I found it crap
but I was in a minority, I was to busy daydreaming about what Marc and
myself would get upto when bedtime came around. It never even occured to me
that he may be as straight as a plank. No boy that beautiful could be
straight. It was probably around eleven that Joe made the first mention of
bed, he told Marc that he'd be sharing a room with me and Marc made no
comment at all, just took it in his stride. Then Joe must have decided to
liven things up or even just kick things off. He produced a computer disc
which was playable on his DVD.

'You know we do the nudist bit?' He asked Marc, pretty much a statement
rather than a question.

'Yeah,' Marc grinned. 'Surprised you haven't been running around with no
drawers on.'

'A bit too cold,' Joe laughed. 'Anyway, I've got some stuff from the last
holiday in Cyprus.... you interested?'

'Yeah, go on,' Marc stretched his arms upwards and yawned. 'Can't be any
worse than Friday the Thirteenth.'

'Don't bet on it,' Peter laughed. 'You wait until you see Kenny dancing.'

Shit. I glared at Joe and Peter, the bastards had set me up.

I don't know where Joe had gotten the disc from, maybe friends I didn't
know about but most of the stuff was scenery with the obligatory swimming,
volley ball and all that crap. I recognised Joe and Peter splashing about
in the surf and even glimpsed myself and Cosi lurking about. There was a
long section of the girls doing the Nature Dancer bit and then the boys
with myself as the star. I could feel my ears burn as I glanced at Marc and
his eyes were glued to the television. At last it ended and Peter promptly
disappeared into the tiny kitchen to make bedtime mugs of hot chocolate.

'Whatcha reckon?' Joe asked Marc.

'Looked to be fun,' Marc answered rather to my surprise. 'Dunno if I could
walk around in the raw myself, I'd be popping one all the time with all
those girls around.'

Well that was a bummer.

'Funnily enough you don't,' Joe assured him. 'Dunno if it's the subconcious
but your body doesn't like to embarass itself.'

'Sez you,' Marc laughed.

'True,' I chipped in trying not to get left out of things.

'Well you had a stiffy on when you did your jig.' Marc looked at me. 'But
it went down I suppose.'

'I was excited,' I answered grumpily.

'No matter.' To my surprise Marc put an arm around me and pulled me in
close to his side. 'You looked rather sweet.'

To say I was shocked would be an understatement, Joe had a broad grin on
his face and I felt just a little bit better cuddled upto my hero. Perhaps
the night wasn't going to be a dead loss after all.

'I am sweet,' I declared. That brought a laugh all round. Peter came in
with a tray of mugs and that was it. Bedtime was upon us.

'Anyway, we're off to bed,' Joe casually draped his arm around Peter's
shoulder which should have given Marc something to think about. 'We'll give
you a shout around eightish.'

'Fine,' Marc looked at me and grinned. 'Bedtime. Kenny?'

'I suppose,' I stood up and gave a bit of a yawn. In fact, I was tired, I
was also excited. Was the night going to be gainful or was it going to be a
waste of time. I was a bit encouraged by Marc's reaction to my jig, at
least he hadn't laughed at me and I did look a bit silly with those bloody
great trainers and the baseball cap on. The other two made their final good
nights and we were alone at last. Marc led the way and I followed into the
second bedroom. He put the bedside light on and I switched the ceiling
light off leaving the room quite cosy, it was nice and warm and after
glancing out of the window I was glad for that. The snow was falling again,
the big soggy flakes that settle, we could be snowed in by daybreak.

'Which side to you prefer?' Marc's voice brought me from my daydream.

'I don't mind,' I was going to say underneath but thought better of it, I
decided to take the bull by the horns in a manner of speaking. I started to
undress, I knew that I was semi stiff but I was past caring, if Marc acted
true to form he'd take a peek but be discreet about it, most boys do that
sort of thing. I started to strip down to the buff, that would sort him
out.

'Shit,' I forgot my pyjamas as well,' he looked briefly at me and sat on
the bed facing away.

'I didn't forget, us nudeys don't bother too much, a body is a body.'

'Yeah, I suppose,' he was making a big deal out of taking his shoes and
socks off.

I slipped naked into the bed, he could bugger about all night I just wanted
to get in the warm and relax which is exactly what I did. He finally got
down to his y-fronts and slipped in alongside me but the crafty bastard
hadn't allowed me to see his crotch so I didn't even get to see if he had a
little package or a nothing.

'Jeez,' he wriggled about in the bed. 'It's chilly in here.'

I thought it was warm myself but I didn't answer for a moment.

'Cuddle up, share the body heat,' I croaked doing a bit of a blush in the
dark.

'I wonder what the others are upto.' He shuffled a bit closer. I did the
same. I know it was damn ridiculous but that's what we did.

'Three guesses,' I giggled moving a bit closer.

'I dunno,' he said lamely. 'Shall I put the light out.'

'Go on.' I lay there as stiff as a board. The light was on my side and he
had to reach over me to get to it.

'Alright,' he stretched over me and our bodies actually made contact for
the very first time. I felt his warmth and his smoothness as his torso
slipped against mine and he clicked off the light. I'd also felt something
else on my thigh and that something else was the material of his y-fronts
and what was within, and it was big and it was hard.

'So you liked my little jig?' I ventured.

'Very nice,' he whispered and I felt his body heat again as he nestled up
against me. 'You do the first one.'

'What?'

'Three guesses you said with Joe and Peter... you take the first guess.'

'Groping,' I suggested and laughed.

'Wanking,' he countered and giggled.

'Making dirty love,' I risked after a pause.''

'Yeah, I reckon you're right,' he said to my suprise. 'I think they're at
it big time.'

'You're not shocked or anything.'

'Why should I be, they're both old enough to know what they're doing.'

'That's for sure,' I snuggled upto him and he didn't move away. 'You're
nice and warm.'

'You're just nice,' he whispered and I felt his lips feather my ear. My
heart leapt, this was it.

'I think you're nice as well,' The pillow talk was certainly pretty B Movie
stuff, I turned towards him and my 'semi' which was now 'fully' pressed
against his thigh.

'Oh,' Kenny,' he breathed and also turned towards me, I felt one strong
hand press on my bottom pulling me in, my naked hardness pressed against
the material of his underwear and I could feel he was up for it. 'You are
so smooth,' his hand lightly ran acros my bum gently squeezing and
caressing.

'Betcha say that to all the boys,' I risked my all and reached between us
and fondled his lump through his pants and it was big and it was hard. 'You
are so hard.'

'I am so frustrated,' he moaned and moved himself against me. 'I shouldn't
do this but I shall,' he kissed me on the cheek.

'I like it,' I reached into the front of his y-fronts and grasped his warm
meat in the flesh. It was a beauty, I could feel the loose skin and moved
it up and down as he kissed me again this time nearer the mouth. 'Be a perv
and kiss me on the lips.'

There was silence and stillness for a bit and I thought I might have
overdone it but I felt his lips on mine and the motion of his breath. I
opened my mouth a little as I felt his tongue probe and then our tongues
met and all was lost.

'Jesus, that was something else,' he gulped after what seemed an eternity,
his head moved back a little and I could see the gleam of his eyes and
teeth in the gloom, he was grinning at me. 'You're the first boy I've ever
kissed.'

'Try this for size,' I kissed in the hollow of his throat and then down
onto his chest. He knew where I was going and he was perfectly happy as I
kissed onto his flat muscular tummy and then nuzzled his erection through
his pants. 'Wanna take them off?' I whispered. He didn't answer but I felt
his hands moving and his pants went down and I then felt the heat of his
hard flesh against my face. I rubbed my cheek up and down feeling his
foreskin move on it's hard inner core.

'Do me, Kenny. 'I'll do yours,' he whispered.

I didn't know if he meant wanking or mouth action but I went for the
jackpot, I didn't need telling twice. I graped his hardness and holding it
upright slowly and sensually licked up his shaft to his smooth and swollen
glans. As he sighed with satisfaction I wiped my tongue across his slit and
then sank my mouth over his bulbous knob and as I've said it was big. I
felt my mouth swell like a bloody chipmunk's as I sucked and licked at his
sweet flesh. Much to my surprise and delight I felt him moving around in
the bed and his head dropping beneath the covers. I kept hold of him as he
moved around, I'd got a grip on his lovely cock and no way was I letting
go. I felt his hands on my hips and then on my cheeks as he swallowed me in
one swoop taking what I had right into the back of his throat. A sixty
niner was on us as we both merrily slurped away at each other's
stiffies. He was bigger than Joe and I felt a little twinge at the thought
of that thing penetrating me but I would have it before the night was
through as sure as he was fucking my mouth right now.

'I'm gonna... I don't want to cum in your mouth, Kenny,' he groaned but I
sucked away like a sucky thing, no way was his youthful cum going to be
wasted on the bedding. I wanted it, I wanted every creamy drop and I got
it. He gave another despairing yet satisfied moan and I felt his monster
cock swell and throb in my mouth. I choked on blast after blast of his
thick white love juice as he splashed about four or five loads into the
back of my throat. I gagged and swallowed and at the end licked him dry and
just kept up a gentle sucking.

I didn't warn him when I was due, I just wriggled in his strong hands as he
clasped my bum cheeks. I couldn't have got free of his mouth if I'd have
wanted, He pulled me in so tight and was sucking so hard that I was
trapped. He drained me quite willingly, sucking and slurping and then when
I got softer taking my nuts into his mouth and sucking and slavering on
them. Finally he made his way back up the bed and lay alongside me.

'That was good, my little Kenny,' he whispered.

I liked that bit.

'You cum loads,' I grinned in the dark like a loon. 'Really juicy boi.'

He chuckled and his hand slipped down onto my bottom again, this kid was
very seriously taken with my boy fanny and in case he didn't know it, it
was all his. I snuggled into his warmth and I heard him mutter something
about sleep. I just savoured his heat and the beat of his heart as I lay
the side of my face on his chest, this wasn't over yet.

I don't know what time it was when I awoke but it was dark and cold, very
cold and I was busting for a pee. I slipped from the bed and grabbed my
jumper and swiftly sticking it on made a run for the bathroom. Flashing
through the lounge bit I noticed the time was four o'clock. Jeez.

On the return run I risked a peep from the bedroom window and you could
hardly see out of it. snow was piled up on the sill and it was still
snowing. Jolly hockey sticks, snowballing tomorrow that was assuming we
weren't all shagged out. I threw the jumper and slipped back into the
warmth of the bed and snuggled into my sleeping partner who was giving a
regular wheeze and burble, he was well away. On impulse I'd grabbed a tube
of sun tan lotion from the bathroom, good ol' Joe, he always had tubes of
the stuff all over the shop. He reckoned it was a sight safer than KY and
he was clearly right, the parents might get a bit suspicious with KY and
Anal-Gel all over the place. I let my hand drift onto Marc's belly like a
sneaky little spider. The dog was hard again, his meaty shaft lay up his
smooth belly like a pole. I moved my head across and kissed it, I could
still smell dry come and gave it a gentle lick, he didn't move and his
regular breathing was enough for me.

I squirted some of the lotion onto my fingers and slowly and quietly
smeared it onto his hardness. I kept at it as he slumbered on until it was
a well oiled shaft, the next move was the hard bit. Inch by inch as as
quietly as a mouse I straddled him avoiding putting any weight on him and I
paused astride his body to catch my breath and muster my courage. I moved
my middle upto his chest until my bum was poised over his groin. The final
stage; I held his slippery cock upright and gently lowered myself. I felt
the plumlike glans press against my pucker and then a jerk as impaled
myself on his rampant sex. He gave a groan and I thought he was waking but
he slept on. I didn't belive my luck. I was stretched and it hurt a bit but
I was intent on taking this by hooky or by crooky. Another inch and he was
firmly inside me and no way way he going to slip out. I slowly and
breathlessly took another inch and squeezed my anal ring on the intensely
hard shaft. He groaned and the regular breathing stopped. I felt a little
prod then hands on my hips.

'Slowly, Ken,' he whispered.

I smiled in the dark and began to move up and down taking more and more of
his meat into my body, the final act came when he put his hand on the back
of my neck and pulled my face closer and kissed me.

'Ooooh,' I felt him begin to move inside me. 'Marc, I love this.' I felt
him move a bit deeper and then the brush of his dark pubic nest on my bum.'

'I wanted this and I didn't know how to ask,' he kissed me again and then
started to move his big cock in and out of my well lubricated ring.

'Problem solved, lover boi,' I giggled and fell onto my side and turned him
with me. 'On top Marc,' I whispered urgently.

He got the idea at once, another roll and I was flat on my back with my
legs around his waist and he made one final move seating his hot meat deep
in my belly.

'Gawd,' he moaned with pleasure and crushed my smaller body to his as I
clung to him like a limpet. 'Love ya, Kenny. Love ya,' he babbled and
started to fuck deep and hard into my little bottom. Gawd, I was in heaven,
his big prick slipped in and out probably wrecking me forever but I didn't
care. It was so big, hard and hot and I was loving it. Kenny, super boy
slut, I'd never hear the last of this.

'Kenny, Kenny, Kenny,' he whispered as he began to lunge and plunge into my
more than willing bottom. I held his sweaty buns and prayed that it would
last all night, this was the way to banish the cold. he grabbed a pillow
and rammed it under my tail raising my bottom and continued to ram in and
slide out. A couple of times he slipped right out but he was so hard he
just speared with back in with a sweaty thwack.

'I'm cumming,' he rammed in deep and hard and crushed me to him as I felt
his giant cock start to squirt and spurt his incredibly hot spunk deeply
into my guts. I wriggled and clamped on his pumping meat as he gently lay
on me spent and exhusted. We rolled onto our sides and he slipped free
cuddling me with a passion. I felt like a bloody shipwreck but I was happy,
I'd taken my Marc and I knew it was his virginity, I knew I was his first,
the one he'd always remember.

Cosi slippped from my mind, all I could see was Marc's face, Marc's smooth
brown torso and his big dick (wasn't going to forget that was I?).

'I love you, Ken,' Marc whispered and licked my ear. 'Really do.'

''Go back to sleep, Marc.' I might only be a kid but an experienced kid. I
know how easy it is to say you love someone when you've had good sex, very
easy indeed but things look a lot different in the cold light of day.

'Love you,' he mumbled and cuddled me as we both drifted away on sweet
dreams.

'Love you too, Marc.'

I woke up early mainly due to the bum being aflutter, I was feeling fluid
to put it mildly and rushed to the toilet with the old cheeks very tightly
clamped, God knows how much Marc had cum but he sure topped up my honey
pot. I staggered back to the bedroom all awobble.. I took a quick peek
through the misted up window and it was winter wonderland big time. I could
see that Joe's parents must have made it back last night, their flash car
looked like a snowball, they would need to dig it out. It was the day
before Christmas Eve and I was going to lose Marc, I hurried back to bed
(and the warmth). We had a couple of hours privacy left before the dreaded
twosome invaded and I had no idea how Marc would feel about their attitude
to casual sex. Last night and in the middle of the night he had sounded
very much a one youth boy, perhaps his outlook might change when Joe and
Peter started flashing their assets around.

'I heard you go out.' He reached out and reeled me in as I slid into the
bed. 'Jeez, Kenny. You're freezing.'

'Warm me up,' I snuggled in tight and rubbed my stiffening pecker up
against his smooth thigh.

'Do you always take the girl part or have you a more sorta butch side?' He
asked this question quite seriously.

I laughed. I didn't quite know what to say. What a bloody question. 'Ask
Joe and Peter.'

'What does that mean?' he rolled inwards and looked at me.

'I've had them both so I can't be that girly,' I snapped.

'Mmmmm,' he kissed me on the nose and then ignoring my momentary sulk
kissed me on the lips. 'You're up for it,' he fondled my spike now getting
much harder. 'I've never been bummed before,' he looked embarassed. 'I
wan't you to be my first,' he paused. 'And then... I'm gonna fuck you
silly.'

'You gotta deal,' I squealed back in good humour all of a sudden. Jackpot,
a double header before breakfast. 'Lay on your side, bitch.'

'Don't get carried away little man,' he grinned and turned his back on
me. I rubbed my hardness against his soft bottom. Jeez, if I'd been in
heaven before I was in paradise now. I smeared a little of the sun tan oil
on my glans which was leaking a bit anyway, located his pucker and pushed
into his tight warmth. He groaned a bit but pushed back onto me until I was
firmly seated and on the move. 'Feels weird,' he muttered and reached back
resting his hand on my hip. 'So the other two spread it around a bit, do
they.'

'They do,' I moved in and out taking my time. He was nice and tight and
with none of the moaning and complaining I got from Cosi. Marc was quite
happy with me enjoying myself and every time I moved in he gave a little
squeeze of his buttocks making me feel his tightness. 'So, Marcus my man,
who do you fancy.'

'Wouldn't mind shagging Peter,' he chuckled. 'Would you scratch my eyes
out?'

'Not if you were there for me first,' I nuzzled his sweaty neck. 'They're
an item and just play around with other people including me.'

'OK. that's the way we play it... if you want. We're an item and we play
around with them.'

An item. I kissed the back of his neck and started to pummel his tight arse
faster. An item. Sorry Cosi, I've found another boyfriend. I wrapped my leg
over his and started to take short rapid strokes, I could feel my nuts up
tight and suddenly I popped. 'Aaaaah, Marc,' I groaned as I felt my penis
start to spurt a nice load into his tightly clenched bottom. A couple of
more moves and I was empty. We'd made love to each other, we were an
item... I just loved that word. I slid free and lay on my back. I wanted
his big cock before breakfast and a promise was a promise. 'Come on big guy
before the wallies roll up.'

In a moment he was kneeling bwteen my upraised legs lifting the bedclothes
and losing all the warmth but I didn't care I was about to be centrally
heated. I annointed his jerking monster and guided it down to my hole. He
stuck his lips onto mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth as his
swollen glans speared me well and truly dead centre.

'Aaaaaaah, Marc.' They must have heard my wail down the road as his fat
cock tore into me and he began to fuck. He said he was going to fuck me and
he did. In and out like a piledriver. The slapping of his belly on the
underside of my balls was like sweet music, in the end I went into limpet
mode again and he took shorter jabs as my skinny legs pressed against his
strong back. I could have laid there and let him root me for ever, what he
lacked in experience he made up for in sheer unbridled energy. He was
fucking me silly and I was pigging out on it. I'd finish up with a fanny
like the Channel Tunnel but no matter, I urged him to harder and faster and
at the same time pressed down with my legs restricting his movements. Good
one that, really makes the partner have to work.

I was surprised when in the end he just slowly moved in and out and when he
came in spurty jerks it was almost an anti climax. I felt his big cock move
easily on it's coating of spunk and the last discharge trickled in. He was
done and so was I.

'I'm shagged,' he panted.

'You and me both, lover boy,' I gazed at him and followed him around as he
dropped to my side and we enjoyed a sweaty and smelly cuddle. The place
smelt like a cum factory, no way could anyone miss it and we couldn't even
open the windows we'd freeze to death.

'I heard a noise,' he sat up in the bed. 'Whoo, this place stinks,' he slid
down in the bed. 'I'll blame you, you led me astray.'

'Cheers, big ears,' I grinned and slid down with him. We were still
mumbling to each other and playing with sticky body parts when I heard the
door open and Joe's talking to Peter.

'Smells like a brothel in here.'

'I wouldn't know being a virgin,' Peter laughed. 'Do you want coffee in
bed, you two,' he spoke louder.

'Yes please,' we grunted peering over the blankets. Peter and Joe were in
bathrobes and clearly naked underneath them.

'You've got to pay the maid,' Joe grinned.

'I'm the maid,' Peter laughed and left the room.

I looked at Marc and he looked at me in puzzlement. 'I think Peter want's
looking after,' I said.  'He's a bit of a slut'

'No he isn't,' Joe grinned and moved to my side of the bed. He quickly shed
his gown and slipped in alongside me pushing me closer to Marc. I couldn't
help but notice that his man sized cock was fully extended and as he rubbed
up against me under the bedding I had a pretty good idea what was about to
happen. Peter wanted to sample Marc and Joe wanted little ol' me. I didn't
know if Marc could muster another fuck after one so recent but that was
upto him, I was just going to lie on my side and let Joe go in on a sticky
wicket. I liked a Joe fuck, he was nice and gentle without getting too
lovey dovey. I reached back and grasped Joe, he moved in my grasp. Yeah, he
was ready for it.

'Fuck my chick and I'll give you a good seeing to sooner or later, Joe.'
Marc threatened very much to my surprise.

'You're on,' Joe cackled and pushed me onto my side toward's Marc rubbing
his big sausage between my cheeks. 'After coffee,' he whispered. I just
clamped on his hot meat this was going to be a pretty hectic Christmas all
we needed was a gay Father Christmas coming down the chimney at midnight.

I lay there now really getting nice and cosy hanging onto Marc and with
Joe's smooth belly against my back with his big dick sliding up into my
crack. Funnily enough I was just dropping back off to sleep when Peter
returned doing his housemaid bit. That was it, we all struggled up in bed
and sat upright whilst Peter handed us the mugs. I was pleased to see that
he'd also put on the fire so the frigid room had dropped to merely
cold. Peter eventually shed his gown and stood naked for a moment giving
Marc and eyeful and then slid into the bed. There we were the four of us,
all sipping coffee and like peas in a pod, Marc and myself on the inside
and Joe and Peter on the outside.

'We need to down in an hour or so for breakfast,' Joe broke the silence, I
felt his finger running up my thigh. 'We'll use the bathroom first and let
Marc have a bit of a lie in, he is a guest after all.'

'Whatever,' I answered carelessly. I wasn't too happy about Joe making off
with me and lining up my new boyfriend with Peter but then again I was the
tiddler amongst the sharks and Marc wasn't protesting too much. In fact
Marc seemed quite happy with the way things were going, so much for lover
eternal... five minutes wasn't bad. Anyway, I liked sex with Joe so sod
it. We finished off our cofee and Joe was the first to slip from the bed
followed by myself.

We left Marc and Peter to it, Peter with a self satisfied little smirk that
he'd pay for sooner or later and Marc with a quick wink and grin, slut that
he was. I scampered along after Joe, it had to be warmer in the bathroom,
the small passageway was absolutely freezing.

'So, how was your night?' Joe sat on the edge of the bath and ran the tap
very slow.

'Orrite,' I looked at him and grinned. 'Marc's a nice kid.'

'He likes you,' Joe squirted foam into the bath. 'I could see that. 'I
don't think he wanted to muck around with Peter but he's probably just
taking what he can get.'

'Why not?' I moved closer and waited for the inevitable.

Joe's hand reached out and he pulled me closer smooching my belly and
clasping my buns. 'Still got the tightest dish on the planet,' he glanced
up my belly and grinned.

'Not after last night,' I giggled as I felt a finger slip between my cheeks
and finger my well battered ring. 'Marc done it twice.'

'Looks like you're up for a hat trick, baby,' Joe suddenly half rose and
clasping me bore me down onto the fluffy mat alongside the bath. 'Last day
by ourselves before the mob get here.'

'What we gonna do?' I asked innocently.

'Not much we can do in this weather but we can try a bit of sledging out
the back garden, snowfight, have a muck about,' He manhandled me flat onto
the mat and stared down at me. 'We've also got to keep this place tidy, mum
hasn't got the time with visitors expected.'

'Marc's away lunchtime,' I tried not to sound sad.

'Never mind he's back for New Year's Eve and he's staying a couple of
days.'

'Is he,' I laughed. 'He never said that.'

'Well now you know,' Joe parted my legs and kneeling moved between them
slipping them up onto his thighs. 'You want it?'

'Always,' I gasped after his kiss ended. I raised my knees to my chest
displaying my all. Third time lucky, I would have a baby or die in the
attempt. That was a Kenny joke by the way. I felt the brush of his knob
across my pucker and held his slim brown hips. He wasn't normally rough but
I wasn't taking any chances, I was feeling just a little sore and a little
stretched after Marc. Mind you it was a nice kind of sore and a nice nice
kind of stretched but I had nothing to be concerned about. Joe pushed up
against me and I felt him open me up and enter so slo-o-owly.

'Just like coming home, Ken,' he whispered and his dark eyes sparkled as
once his glans was trapped his mass began to move and fill my bottom.

'Nice one, Joe,' I held his hips firmly and pulled myself up onto his firm
thrusts, I felt his whispy pubics on my bottom and the sense of fullness I
always had with Joe. I could imagine his coffee coloured sausage deep in my
gut as it rubbed against my prostate leaving me weak and limp. He fucked
me, kissing and slipping in and out quite easily, for myself, I barely got
a hard on I was so played out. He came in the end, not the usual Joe flood
but a few warm squirts nevertheless and it was all over. 'You must have
worn out Peter.'

'He wore me out,' he laughed as he slowly withdrew and helped me to my
feet. 'Come on, little one, time flies.'

We'd barely got from the bath and were drying off when Marc and Peter came
in without knocking I might add. Marc was looking so pleased with himself
that I could have punched him but Peter looked like a shipwreck.

Arranging to meet at the breakfast table Joe and I made off leaving them to
it. I suppose it was around half an hour later that we sat and chatted
amongst the wreckage of breakfast served by the girl who's name turned out
to be Maria. She was the Ramirez's 'au pair' without the baby to look
after, basically I suppose she was a servant or an aide to Mrs Ramirez. I
learnt later that she was distant family and was basically having a Spanish
gap year and paying her way.

We all got wrapped up and then braved the weather. It was still snowing
slightly and Joe's dad had gone to work with the intention of getting done
what had to be done and closing his little depot down. Marc had told me
himself that he was back for the New Year and we joined the others in
snowballing, building and trying to sled on some planks that were in the
garden shed. A fun time was had by all and let's face it, we did need some
air in our lungs. It was probably about lunchtime that Marc's father rolled
up to collect his son, my new lover and our first little get together was
over. I knew I'd see him over the New Year's holiday and we would without
any shadow of a doubt do the dirty again, what happened after that was
anyone's guess... we virtually lived in different planets or so it seemed
at the time. I bade him a tearful farewell, I'm no good at goodbyes and
they're always hard when you're attached to someone like I was to Marc even
in such a short time. He was my Mr Perfect and I was going to lose him, I
could see it coming a mile off, he'd find someone a bit older now that he
had a taste and that would be that.

'Cheer up, muppet,' Joe smiled and patted me on the back. 'He'll be back in
a week.'

'He's so me,' I nearly broke into a sniffle.

'That's what you said about Cosi,' Peter reminded me.

'Bollocks,' I snapped back. Now Peter I really could jump up and slap.

'Cool it girls,' Joe held his hand up. 'We need to keep visible, dad's back
in an hour and we don't want to be caught out smelling like a gay porn star
on the job.'

'How do they smell?' I asked innocently.

'I'll demonstrate later,' Joe promised. 'Let's have a walk and talk,' he
nodded towards the garden.

Peter and I looked at each other and nodded unenthusiastically, Joe boy was
the leader of the pack after all, the Alpha Male unless he had one of his
moments and then he was the Alpha Bitch.

Joe's father was late but when he arrived he had a passenger. We all peered
from the window as snow was falling again and Joe was the first to
recognise the stranger. 'Sean Finnegan... I wonder he's doing here.'

My ears pricked up, the touchy feely van boy, the driver's kid. I shoved
between Peter and Joe who were hugging the view.

'Ken's in love again,' Peter observed dryly.

'Knickers,' I shot back. Witty or what? It was Sean and he was struggling
with a big holdall that Mr Ramirez relieved him of as they walked the short
distance to the door. Fortunately we threee had cleared a pathway before
lunch but it wasn't going to remain clear. As soon as Joe's dad was in the
door he beckoned Joe over and making apologies to myself and Peter he made
off into his study with Sean and Joe, Sean didn't even spare me a glance
but then again he looked quite worried over something or the other.

'I wonder what that's about?'

'We'll find out in due course,' Peter looked at me and smiled. 'So you like
Marcus?'

'Very much,' I replied. 'Pity he lives down here and I live up in London.'

'Joe was telling me he's interested in nudism,' Peter looked at the snow
still falling quite heavily. 'Marcus was asking about coming with us next
year to Crete.'

'Really,' I grinned.

'Really,' Peter laughed. 'You better make sure your parents book the same
two weeks.'

'Right, they're down tomorrow evening, I'll chat them up.'

'What about Cosi?'

'Cosi will be working full time at the restaurant by then. We will split
up, it's just a matter of time.'

The conversation was saved from getting any more involved by a smiling Joe
and a serious looking Sean returning and joining us.

'You want to tell them or shall?' Joe looked at Sean.

'You know them better than I do,' Sean looked at me and my heart gave a
little flutter as he gave me a wink and a little smile.

'Sean's mum has had to go into hospital probably to have a operation to
give birth which may have complications. Sean's dad asked us to look after
Sean over the Christmas holiday as he needs to spend time with his
wife. Sean's moving in with us up the suite for two or three days and
that's it. Dad asked us all to make him welcome, especially Kenny.'

'He didn't,' I was shocked.

'He didn't say the last bit,' Joe laughed. 'Sean tacked that on.'

'No I bloody didn't,' Sean scowled but I could tell that he wasn't
displeased. Sean fancied little ol' moi. I knew, Joe and Peter knew but
Sean was going through the motions, I fancied an hour in the bedroom might
see a change in his attitude. Unless his less than subtle groping in the
truck was just his idea of a joke he was after a little more than a
fumble. I was up for it, why not, I'd never promised to be faithful to
Marcus just loving.

'Let's go and rustle up some sandwiches and then we can go up the suite and
chill out,' Joe suggested. 'I need to warm up,'

'Me too,' Peter laughed. It was pretty clear what they had in mind which
left me to entertain our new guest. Life could be getting interesting in
the next hour or so. What Joe suggested tended to get done and an hour
later we were sprawled on the big sofa in the suite. We'd eaten and had
warm drinks and I could see Joe and Peter were on the verge of
disappearing. The basics had been sorted out, Sean was aware that he was
sharing a room with me and we'd already parked his bag in the bedroom.

'Dinner at eight,' Joe glanced at the clock. 'I need to sleep, you don't
mind if I head for bed, do you?' Joe smiled at myself and Sean. 'I can't
watch crap television all afternoon.'

'Me neither,' Peter chipped in as always half a pace behind his lover and
leader.

'I wouldn't mind a lie down,' I looked at Sean wondering what he was making
of all this. 'It's got to be warmer in bed that sitting in here.' I was, in
fact, making a good point. I think Joe had deliberately turned the fire
down because it certainly wasn't as cosy as it had been the previous day.

'Temperature's dropping,' Sean sniffed. 'I don't normally snooze in the
afternoon but...'

'Right, I'll do the alarm for around seven and we'll see you,' Joe finished
rather lamely but he knew what he wanted and he certainly wasn't going to
be put off by a couple of guests. He wanted his afternoon snuggle and nooky
and by hook or by crook he was going to have it.

'Deserted,' I gave Sean a plaintive look as Joe and Peter left us in charge
with a couple of small waves. They couldn't have been more obvious if they
tried.

'They at it, those two,' Sean whispered and moved closer. 'They're acting a
bit weird.'

'They just like sleeping together,' I sniggered.

'I bet,' Sean moved closer and I felt his leg press against mine
again. Jeez, we were back to the old lorry routine but this time there was
no driver to chuck a spanner in the works.

'I'ts warmer in bed,' I pressed my leg against his. 'And a lot more
private.'

'OK,' Sean flushed a bit but I felt his eyes on me and gave him a classic
bent over pose to turn the televsion off.

'Come on then,' I led the way from the room. I was in charge, I knew what I
was after although I wasn't quite so sure that he knew what he was after.

I had already turned the small fire in the bedroom and it was warmer than
the lounge, Sean must have noticed and wondered but he didn't say anything.

'Feels odd going to bed in broad daylight,' Sean looked at me and plonked
himself down on the bed to remove his shoes. 'I'll never get to sleep.'

'Good,' I grinned and kicking off my trainers clambered past him and
collapsed in the centre of the bed. 'Who needs sleep.'

'Yeah, right on,' he span around and grabbed me. 'Gonna tickle you to
death.'

'You can do better than that,' I croaked and grabbed him around the waist
drawing us together so that our faces were inches apart. I gazed into his
dark hazel eyes and smiled. He wanted me, I could see it. Maybe he didn't
know himself but I knew. I lifted my legs and wrapped then around his waist
clamping him so that he was in fontal fuck position did he but know it? He
knew.

'You could get shagged like this,' He reddened up but I felt his groin
press against my tightly stretched jeans and I could feel his lump which
was semi erect at the very least.

'I never shag on my first date,' I grinned and kissed his nose.

'Really,' he recovered himself and laughed as well. 'What about tonight?'

'Let's get in bed,' I was breathing heavily and I was as hard as a
chocolate frog incidently. 'I wanna see you naked.'

'Ditto,' he grinned. 'Bloody nudists.'

It was a bit of a circus getting undressed. Both trying not to look but
peeping all the same, he was the first in and I got a glimpse of his tight
bubble butt but missed out on the meat, he kept turned away from me... all
the more to look forward to under the bedding I thought. I gave him the
full monty, I was a nudist and I was small for my age but I certainly
wasn't ashamed of my body. I posed by the side of the bed for a moment
giving him a full frontal, my spike stood out like a four inch peg with my
small glans fully exposed. It was shiny in the light with it's slight ooze
of natural lubrication.

'Jeez,' he looked at me and grinned. 'Very tasty.'

'Thank you, kind sir,' I camped and slipped into the chill of the bed to be
immediately seized by his strong boy's arms and cuddled. I snuggled into
his warmth and felt the press of his now solid cock against my thigh. I was
fighting against the no shagging on the first date boast. It felt big and
fat and I wanted it so bad. I suppose we had to go through the foreplay bit
first... buggeration. I felt his hand on my hardness and he grasped it
moving it slowly to and fro.

'You OK with this,' he mumbled.

'If you're OK with this,' I reached down and grasped his hot cock and it
was fat, God it was thick. I snickered, Marcus has stretched me more than
Cosi and now this kid was going to do even better tonight. 'Kiss me.' I
demanded.

'What,' he giggled but turned towards me so that our erections nudged. 'On
the lips?'

'Go on, Sean. Make like a lover.'

'Gawd, this is so gay,' he whinged but gave me a clumsy kiss until I
grabbed the back of his neck and showed him how. As soon as he got into it
I slipped my tongue in with his and he found himself enjoying another
experience. 'Jeez, I never thought I'd kiss another boy.'

'And?'

'Disgusting...' He grinned and put his hand on the back of my neck this
time pulling me in for a gum numbing smooch.

'He was so hard, I could feel the smear of his glans as it rubbed up and
down against my thing, he was leaking like a tap and I wanted it. I wanted
to taste him and bring him off so hard it hurt. This was one experience he
was going to enjoy. I didn't waste time because I knew he was on the verge,
I swifty kissed onto his nipples giving him a fit of the giggles but that
stopped when I took his oh so fat cock in my mouth. It was so fat I could
feel my mouth stretching to take in his slippery knob.

'Jeez,' Kenny,' he moaned stroking my hair and gently pumped into my mouth.

I held his hips to stop him going mad, after a while I slipped my hands
around and grabbed his smooth, tightly muscled butt, his buns tensed and
eased as he slowly moved to and fro. I knew he wasn't going to last but
when it came it was still a surprise. A jet of thick creamy cum splattered
into my mouth, then another and then another I was gagging, swallowing and
drowning in his slippery almost munchable spunk. It was hot and tart in my
mouth and there was so much of it, I gulped and had to spit out his
spurting hardon for air. I felt his final splash across my nose and caught
the final dribbles on my lips. I grabbed it again and sucked it like a
lolly extracting his final drops.

I lay my head on his flat belly just nuzzling his limpening organ and
playing with his nuts as they eased down in his sac.

'That was something else,' he breathed heavily. 'That was totally wicked.'
He drew me up the bed and kissed me. 'Oh fuck,' he giggled. 'I can taste my
own spunk.'

'Another first,' I replied dryly and then slipped my tongue between his
teeth. He responded with another massive ongoing kiss that drained the
breath from both of us and I felt his hand around my own stiff
pecker. Would he or wouldn't he?

'Tell anyone about this and I'll kill you,' he threatened. His head dropped
and I felt his moist lips on my chest and then my belly, his tongue
cautiously lapped across the top of my jerking cock and that was it. He was
lost. Holding it with two fingers he took another taste and then slid his
lips it's whole length taking me into his mouth. 'Mmmm,' he made a gobbling
noise and his head began to move up and down and his hands began to play
with my smooth balls and finger the few little whisps of hair I'd managed
to grow. If he was an amateur and that was a big if, he was good but he
also had other ideas. Once he'd trapped my hot cock in his mouth he fondled
my cheeks and I felt him spreading them and his fingers deep in my cleft. I
must have taken time out to lick his finger, I felt a dampness and a brief
pain as he slid his index finger in my hole and work it to and fro.

'Tonight,' I whimpered as he sucked and finger fucked me. I was on the edge
and I didn't want his sucking to end, I wanted to cream into his wet mouth
and rest. I'd had a hard night already and I didn't want to be knackered
for the evening event, anyway, he'd just cum for Christ's sake.

'Come on, Kenny,' he raised his head for a moment and his finger worked in
deeper hitting the button.

'Later... tonight,' I squealed and wriggled my tush on his moving hand with
my stiff dick jerking.

'Orrite,' he conceded and ducked his head again. As I felt his moist lips
slip over my slippery penis I felt it start. A burning at the root and then
the hot surge as my boy juice shot up my shaft and splattered into the back
of his mouth and then the release as he sucked away the final spurt and I
limpened.

He pulled me up the bed again and it was my turn to taste my cum on his
lips. We snuggled together in the warmth of the bed, sod the snow, we were
nice and cosy and tired. All passions spent as the saying goes.

It was dark when Joe came in and sat on the edge of the bed, he must have
known we'd been at it with the smell, well I could smell it anyway.

'Pete and I are watching television if you two want a bath,' he looked at
Sean and myself.

'What time is it?' Sean asked and without thinking put his arm around me
and pulled me in closer. 'Chilly,' he explained with a nervous giggle.

'Seven,' Joe grinned back. 'Dinner in around one hour.' He got to his feet
and left us to it.

'Do you do things with those two?' Sean nuzzled my neck and kissed me on
the jaw.

'Now and then,' I whispered.

'Like what?'

'Like anything,' I snickered. 'Jealous?'

'A bit,' Sean grinned at me. 'But I'll live... I wouldn't mind fucking Joe
though,' he added as an afterthought.

'I expect he wouldn't mind fucking you,' I laughed and broke free. 'I'll
top the bath up, you come and share.'

'Won't they say anything?'

'Nah... not a chance,' I laughed as I slipped from the bed and grabbed a
gown. 'Better hurry up otherwise Joe and Peter will be in for a bit of
soapy ol' Ken.'

'Lock the bloody door then,' Sean scrambled for the other gown. He might be
ready to share over the holiday but not just yet.

I went through to the bathroom but the other two were missing probably
still in their room, I started to fill the bath and foam up and Sean was in
with me. He hadn't wasted any time which was nice, at least it showed he
cared or maybe he was scared of getting into a gang bang. We had our bath
and played to keep it short and sweet, he got as hard as a metal pipe again
and he tried to slip it to me in a manner of speaking but he had no
chance. He was going to have me but when I was ready and that would be in
the comfort of our bed tonight. Sweet and romantic, at least that's what I
wanted, how it was going to turn out was another thing. His penis stretched
just about to Joe's size, probably a little short of the standard six but
it was fatter, much more girth, I was gonna have to struggle but in a
perverse sort of way I was looking forward to it.

In the end we came out all damp, warm and steamy to find Joe and Peter
watching the television and watching the door to the bathroom.

'Better get tarted up,' Joe warned us. 'We're due downstairs in twenty
minutes.' Peter was just sitting there oggling Sean. Oggling? He was almost
drooling but I was in there first. A quarter of an hour later we were
dowstairs and feeding our faces.

We were informed over dinner that my parents and Peter's parents would be
joining us for the Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and the Boxing Day which I
knew already and presumably Peter. There were other guests and a couple of
Joe's friends were coming for the evening and may or may not stay overnight
returning to their homes Christmas morn. This seemed a bit odd but
apparently they only lived down the road and the Ramirez family seemed to
be playing Christmas by ear. Sean had to phone his father and seemed much
better when he'd done so, apparently his mother had settled well in
hospital and they were going to attempt to deliver the baby in the
morning. It was more or less settled that he would stay until after the
holiday allowing his father and mother to cope with the new arrival on
their own, he seemed quite happy with this arrangement as well he might. He
had me to look after.

We didn't go back upstairs until around nine o'clcock with strict
instructions to to be on parade for ten o'clock in the morning, Christmas
Eve was party night but I fancy we were going to have a small one of our
own first just to get us in the mood.

Back in the suite we setled down in the lounge bit, we'd left the heating
on and the place was as warm as toast although it looked bloody freezing
outside. The snow had stopped falling and according to the television a big
freeze had settled in. Joe and Peter played hosts and dished out soft
drinks and then Joe produced a CD.

'Here we go again,' I groaned to Sean. 'Nudist time.'

'No, that's this one,' Joe laughed and ejected another disc from the
machine. 'This is the nudey one which Sean can see to put him in the mood
and then we can watch this which is ace.'

I wondered what was so 'ace' about it but settled down between Sean and
Peter to watch myself giving my jig again. I'm sure it would give my mates
a laugh and maybe get Sean just a little excited. I thought I looked a bit
tasty apart from that bloody great hat.

Sure enough Sean did like it, what miffed me a it was the way he looked at
Joe and Peter when they apeared on the screen, I remembered him saying he
fancied Joe a bit. Mind you I wouldn't have minded watching him and Joe
going at it, two big dicks together.

'Right this is boy on boy porn,' Joe told us quite bluntly and waggled the
second disc. 'If you don't want to watch we can catch a film or two.'
Needless to say there was silence.

'I never knew you had porn,' Peter looked a bit put out. 'Secretive bitch.'

'Can't be that much of a bitch, ducky,' Joe smirked and groped his
groin. Once again I watched Sean's eyes which moved to mid Joe like a
gunsight. 'Do we or don't we?' Joe looked at us.

'I'm game,' I came out with like a mug.

'So we've heard,' Peter and Joe spoke like a pair of twins, bloody clones.

'Sod them,' Sean put his arm around me all pretence at being Mr Straight
abandoned. 'Let's watch it, we might get some ideas.'

'You will with this one,' Joe cackled and put the disc in the holder. As
the menu appeared he clicked on Magic Lady. 'No ladies, I named it after
the song.'

I don't think anyone was listening all eyes were glued on the
television. The music was good but we were to find out the content was even
better. It started with a lad maybe fifteen or sixteen laying on a couch
and playing with himself, he got his hands inside his briefs and then
another tougher looking boy of around the same age turned up. For some
strange reaason they shook hands and then then started to snog and grope
each other. This went on for a few moments and they were doing well as boys
on their ownsome will but then a third boy walked in. This kid was yoiunger
and seemed much smaller, very nice, I loved him at first sight.

'The plot thickens,' Sean whispered in my ear and he gave me a furtive
kiss. I glanced at Peter sitting next to me but his hand was in Joe's lap
and they were oblivious to what we were upto. I slipped my hand out and
stroked Sean, he was hard. But on screen the action was starting, the
bigger boys sat the little one down and they took his trousers off and
unbuttoned his shirt which he kept on. From then on it was gobbles all the
way, the little sucked the big ones and they did the same for him. In the
end the original lad lifted little ones legs and slipped inside him, the
other knelt alongside the kid and fed him cock. The smaller boy seemed
totally unconcerned by all this and took the quite large cocks quite
easily, one up his bum and one in his mouth.

'Jeez,' Sean breathed again and I felt his tongue flicker at my ear. 'We
going for that tonight?'

'In bed, in private.' I was so hard just thinking about Sean's fat cock I
could have dragged him off to bed there and then.

The original boy finally came on the tiddler's belly and rubbed his spunk
into the smiling boy's smooth tummy. The other boy had a harder job of it
but finally came all over the smaller's face. The kid finished by sucking
this lad's spunk stained cock clean.

'Well?' Joe looked at us all with a grin.

'Fantastic,' Peter's eyes sparkled. 'Where the hell did you get that?'

'No matter,' Joe evaded the question. 'This one is the buzz cut kid and the
little one again in bed.'

In the second film or rather filmlet They started off in bed presumably
waking up and then a straight mutual blow and the bigger lad, the buzz cut
one well and truly shagged the other. No condoms and no simulations, you
could see the smaller boy's sphincter fully stretched by Buzz as I was
beginning to think of him and his man sized cock. Rather nice in a roughy
toughy way, by the time this one finished I think the four of us must have
had hardons, the films were good although the quality was a bit shaky.

'I could film better than that prat,' Peter sneered.

'Really,' Joe smiled and walked to his bag. He knelt down and rumaged
about. 'Here you go, big mouth,' he produced a camcorder and held it out.

'Where'd you get that?' Peter shrieked like the tart he is.

'Early Christmas present,' Joe smiled. 'Take some of us on the sofa, it's
all set to roll,' he gave Peter a quick demonstration and wriggled between
myself and Sean.

'Smile.' Peter pranced about like an idiot taking his pictures.

'Ready for this?' Joe quickly unzipped his flies and fished his hardness
out and waggled it. I nearly passed out with shock but Sean not to be
outdone also got his fat cock out and waggled it around, Peter nearly
passed out with sheer delight, not to miss out I held both Sean's and Joe's
erections upright.

'We can watch it on this little screen.' Peter declared as the boys stuffed
their erections away.

'Better still,' Joe grabbed the webcam and a lead from his bag. A minute
later we were watching ourselves in glorious technicolour on the big
television.

'We could do that Magic Lady ourselves,' Joe looked up at we three on the
sofa. This was a Joe plan coming up, I could read him like a book.

'Oh, yeah. What's the catch. Who gets to do what?' I glanced at Sean, I was
a bit worried how he was going to take all this. He was a bit of a new boy
on the block, still he had waggled his willy for the camera so he couldn't
have been that shy.

'Well,' Joe squatted on the floor as the picture disolved to snow. 'Sean
and myself spin a coin for who plays big lad and who plays buzz cut. and
Peter and Kenny spin a coin for who gets stuffed and who does the camera.'

'I'll do the camera,' Peter sounded off straight away.

'Will you bollocks,' I jumped up. 'You spin with me... be fair.'

'Orrite,' Peter fell back into the sofa.

'We on?' Joe peeled his shirt of displaying his slender brown torso in all
it's glory, I could see Sean's eyes out stalks, he really had the hots for
our Joe but he was mine tonight after that he could do what he bloody well
liked.

We all slowly nodded or mumbled assent. The first toss was done and Joe got
to be the fucker and that figured as I still think it was all fixed. Peter
and myself span our coin and I got to be the victim which was Sod's
Law. Needless to say Peter was over the moon, everybody was over the moon
apart from me and then I tried to look on the bright side. Joe was a good
fuck, I got to have another taste of Sean's fat cock and I still had Sean
for the bedtime romp... cue for a dirty laugh here dear readers.

We were off, Joe had a big memory card in the camcorder which he reckoned
would be quite enough. A lot of shuffling around and Joe flaked out on the
sofa and started to play with himself pretty much like the boy in the
movie. Sean came in from the wings as it were and started to play and snog
with Joe and he seemed to be enjoying it. In fact, they both seemed to be
enjoying themselves so much that I felt a bit redundant.

'Go on, Kenny,' Peter whispered. 'Do your bit otherwise they'll be having
sex in a minute.'

I wandered into the scene and was promptly grabbed, stripped apart from my
shirt and away we went. Joe had the sense to lube up before he entered me
but it was still the same super stretch I always got from Joe. At the risk
of repeating myself he was a good fucker. He was slow and gentle and
slipped in and out quite easily after his initial entry and he was soon
fucking me silly. Sean's fat cock was in and out of my mouth and once again
I had to hold his narrow hips to stop him choking me.

At the end Joe slid free and with a quick wank spread a huge cum all over
my belly at more or less the same time Sean squirted his sweet juice in my
mouth and over my jaw.  Sean and Joe went to get drinks whilst I flopped
onto the sofa covered with cum and shattered. I heard them nattering in the
kitchenette but paid no heed. I was in heat, I hadn't cum and was feeling a
bit left out of things.

'I reckon Kenny wants a good shag, poor sod's been left out.' Sean spoke as
if acting and he was in a way.

'Yeah, Peter wants a good shagging, he's just jumped about with a camera,'
Joe responded. I lay there grinning, it looked like Peter was being set up
and was about to get his comeupance.

'No way,' Peter giggled and moved away. I knew he didn't mean it, Peter was
always up for cock, even my mini edition.

''Come on, Pete, fair's fair,' Joe crowed and suddenly the bigger boys
jumped on a laughing Peter and dragged him down onto the carpet by the
television, minutes he was naked and splayed out flat on his back with his
pecker jerking up on his belly.

'Full frontal, Peter?' I looked down at him from the sofa propped up on my
elbow still covered with sticky spunk.

'Yeah, come on, little man,' he smiled at me. 'Let's give the oafs a show.'

As I slipped off the sofa Sean and Joe plonked themselves down to watch,
they were both still naked and showing signs of coming to life again. I had
to be quick otherwise one or the other would be up my bum like a rocket.

'Slowly,' Peter gazed at me with a slight smile on his face as I got
between his legs and he raised his knees to his chest. Coating my hard peg
with Joe's cum I placed it at his pucker and gave a gentle push. I entered
him like a hot knife into butter, he'd clearly been used in the afternoon
but he closed his eyes and clamped on me. 'Yeah,' he breathed. 'Go on,
Kenny. Pig out.'

I did. As his sweaty calves pressed on my back I started slowly and then
worked upto a crash, bang, wallop of a fuck. I heard quiet encouragement
from the spectators... a bit like a pool competition I suppose. Pot pink?
When I eventually came it was a good one and Peter grinning like a maniac
wriggled on it as if trying to swallow my cock. Just to end what I suppose
was a bit of an orgy I slipped free and immediately dropped my head on his
jerking cock and sucked him off. I was rewarded with a mouthful of his
creamy boy spunk and that was the end of that. Peter staggered into Joe's
arms and I collapsed into Sean's. We sat and watched the film, our
film. Peter's photography was crap but the essence was there, I think we
all agreed to delete it, it was dangerous enough having the Russian edition
lurking around, the home movie was a definite no no.

'So, what do you reckon on your first night?' I asked Sean as we finally
got into the bedroom, I'd had a bath and was feeling a little livlier and a
lot cleaner.

'Off planet,' Sean grinned. 'Wicked.'

'No remorse? No disgust?'

'Not at all,' Sean grabbed me and dragged me onto the bed. 'Only one thing
needed to make the day complete.'

'For me too, big dick,' I grasped his semi erection and slipped my tongue
between his lips.

'Do you mob do a lot of this sort of thing?' Sean looked at me after a
while.

'As much as possible.'

'Good,' he snickered and nuzzled at my neck. I could feel his warm body
against mine and my buns were gripped by his big hands. 'Gonna fuck ya
silly, chipmunk.'

'Big head,' I giggled and rolled onto my belly. 'This way first, a frontal
in the morning.'

'Your wish is my command,' he whispered and I felt his warm lips on my
bottom. Slightly to my surprise I felt his tongue trace it's way up my
crack and I opened my legs hoping for the best. 'You smell soapy, nice and
clean,' he mumbled and I felt his tongue probe between my cheeks and then
his hand spread them. 'Never thought I'd do this....  I shuddered as I felt
his tongue between my cheeks and then on my hole.

'Aaaaah, Sean.' I wriggled back shoving my bottom in the air and opening as
wide as I could. It was incredible, he was taking sloppy cow licks and then
his tongue was pushing at my pucker. I was as hard as an iron bar and I
could feel the gentle wet pressure at my ring as he tried to open me with
his tongue. No chance, I was too tight for that but I was enjoying the feel
of him trying. He was kissing down the back of my thighs and then drooling
back up, I felt slimy and wet with his saliva but he kept at it eventually
sucking and slobbering at my hole. 'Do me, Sean. Please.' I begged, I
wanted him in me, I wanted his fat cock and his boy spunk in my belly.

I felt it at last. A seemingly huge bulbous mass slipped between my cheeks,
his spongy glans pushed against my pucker. I groaned with a little pain but
I felt myself stretch and then the unique feeling of a fully charge penis
entering that most private of places. It felt massive and I could feel my
ring stretching to accomodate it's girth but it was filling me, it was
slowly sinking in and he began to move slowly and gently taking his time
sheathing his complete length into my willing body. As he moved in and out
I thought about Cosi and finally discarded him, Cosi was out and Marcus was
in. Sean was nice and he was doing well but Marcus was the boy for me. I
gave a little groan and shoved up onto his hot stiiffness. Yeah, Sean was
OK but the beautiful dark skinned Marcus was mine, I know he was a Joe look
alike but that wasn't it, it was him and I felt sure that deep inside this
was my first experience of real love.

'Whassup, Ken?' Sean asked he must have heard me sigh.

'Nothing, just feeling a little fucked,' I gave him a little cackle.

'Missing Marc?' he slowly slid his full length in until I felt his soft
pubics pressing against my bottom. He wriggled and I felt his spike touch
just about every corner of my gut.

'Yeah,' I grunted. No point in telling lies, someone had told him and that
was clearly Joe or Peter.

'Never mind, baby. I'll look after you until he gets back,' he whispered
kissing the back of my now sweaty neck and started to move faster, forcing
my skinny legs further apart he elevated my bottom and started to go and I
mean GO.

Jeez. His sweaty belly slapped against the small of his back and his hugely
fat sausage slid in and out making me feel every tiny millimetre.

'Go on, Sean,' I heard myself pant. 'Fuck me, fuck me hard.' I felt such a
slut but I was past caring, this kid was a Numero Uno fucking machine, I'd
love to see him root Joe as I'm sure he would before the holiday was
over. He came so suddenly I was caught on the hop. One second it was slap,
slap and then it was splurt, splurt. He seemed to cum forever and his cum
almost seemed heated. I pushed back hard onto him and he shoved himself as
deep as he could as he ejaculated massively. I could feel his slippery and
slick spunk slip down my legs as it trickled from around his swollen member
and followed gravity.

'Jeez. that was fuckin' wicked.'

'Language,' I giggled, not quite the time for Miss Prim and Proper. 'Can I
go to sleep now,' I allowed my body to relax and felt his massive tool
limpen and slip free. Thank Gawd we'd put a nice big towel on the bed.

''You're a darlin', Ken.' he beamed at me in the gloom as I turned around
and cuddled into his sweaty embrace. 'I envy that Marc.'

'I reserve the right to slut around,' I whispered and gave him a little
smile and a kiss. 'Always have, always shall.'

'Good boy,' he drew me down under the duvet into the dampness and sex smell
of the bed and we dozed off. The Christmas holidays were about to begin,
then the New Year and who knows what but for tonight I had my Sean and I
was happy. Who knew what was ahead, Marcus was back for the New Year and
with my recent experiences I might even find an eleven year old boy bitch
somewhere, come to think of it Marcus had a brother but who knows.....





							The End
							(for now)






There will be a follow onto this one, I can't let the boys leave just like
that.  For all my old fans (all ten): I've had a massive writer's block and
to cap it off I had a computer disaster. Hopefully ll is back on track. I
have about five half written stories in the pipeline so you could be knee
deep in smut very shortly. Thanks for the guys who wrote trying to bring me
back to life... I finally made it and yes, there will be a further Fritzy
and Brighton Encounters.

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