Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2005 08:34:30 +0100 (BST)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1698@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Gareth's Story - Part 2 of 2

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between
boys and/or teenagers.  If this is not to your taste,
leave now! The characters depicte bear no resemblance
to any persons living or dead - it is total fiction!

This story may not be posted to any other site without
the author's permission.

This story is copyright, 2005.
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Gareth  - The Continuing Story      (t/t/t/t, mast,
oral, anal, cons)
by
Alexander


Prologue

I have described my life in care in a sort of diary I
wrote ages ago: about why I ended up in care, some of
my 'adventures' and how I eventually found someone I
cared for deeply. The diary came to an end when an
accident of fate had for once made my life better
rather than worse. Both my best friend Martin and I
were fostered by the Williams family: David, Audrey
and Andrew.  David Williams was a man of about 40 I
suppose, and had his own printing company. His wife
Audrey worked there as well in some sort of office
job. And then there was their son, Andrew.  He was
just over a year younger than Martin and me, but very
much the same sort of build ^^ and Christ was he
attractive!  I had the greatest of difficulty in
containing my boner every time I saw him, which of
course was extremely often.  I am sure my friend
Martin had the same problem as he always turned his
back on Andrew until his cock had decided to settle
down.

We have been living here for almost a year now, have
become the firmest of friends and are always together
as a group, so much so that we are often called the
"Three Musketeers" both at school and at home.  If
only people knew just how friendly we had become
...!!!!   Anyway, the other day I was busy rearranging
the furniture in my room when I came across the diary
thing I had written when I was in care. I hadn't seen
it for ages and had almost forgotten I'd even written
it. The sight of it however brought memories flooding
back of a life that had long since been pushed so far
to the back of my mind that to all intents and
purposes it had never existed. I hesitantly started to
skim through it, tossing each page to one side as it
was finished with.  Martin, when he bounced into my
room recognised the scraps of paper instantly.

"Christ!  I'd forgotten all about that!" he grinned,
grabbing a sheaf of papers and hungrily reading them.
We spent a good few minutes reminiscing about 'our
life before this one'.  Martin, sat cross-legged next
to me on the bed, slid his hand across and gently
started to play with me. Leaning back on my arms, I
closed my eyes and smiled, remembering with delicious
delight the countless number of times we'd done this
before. For a moment I was transported back to the
wonderful days of our earlier relationship and
automatically adjusted my position so that I could
return the favour. Suddenly my thoughts were
interrupted.

"Come on, let's bring it up to date," Martin said
excitedly, "It'll be fun.  And now we have Andrew to
write about as well!"

And so it starts, again ..............................

Chapter One (once more!)

For the first few days after moving in, life was
chaotic and neither Martin nor I had much time, or
opportunity, to have any sex fun together. Apart from
the lack of opportunity, I think that the mental and
physical efforts involved in the move were simply too
much. I went to bed tired, slept like a log, and woke
up still feeling tired. Unlike the homes I had lived
in before, this house was quiet and peaceful. Living
in childrens' homes there is always some sort of noise
in the background, even at night when the attendants
are wandering around there were sounds of activity.
Luckily, the house was big. Bigger even than the home
Martin and I had just left and for the first time in
my life I had a room which was completely my own, with
no one telling me how to arrange it, to clean it or to
pick the clothes up off the floor and so on. What I
found hard to come to terms with was the fact that no
one ever came in without knocking first and waiting
for an answer. It was also large ^^ at least twice the
size of my last one. I had a big bed, not quite double
size, but bigger than my old single one, which was
comfortable and warm. The only thing wrong was that so
far Martin hadn't been able to share it with me.

The house was sort of "U" shaped, and upstairs there
were three rooms on each of the arms. Mr. and Mrs
Williams' bedroom, a guest room and a sort of study
were on one side; my bedroom, Martin's and Andrew's
were on the other.  Andrew's, whose room overlooked
the front garden and the quiet country lane, was the
biggest. Next to him, and therefore in the middle of
course, was Martin. I had the back room, which
although not quite as big as the other two, I thought
was best because it overlooked the back garden and
pool, and had a magnificent view over the surrounding
open countryside.  Best of all though was the fact
that there were connecting doors between each of the
rooms. If we wanted to visit each other (which so far
hadn't happened, at least not in the way you are
thinking!!) all we had to do was tap on the door and
wait for it to be opened. Oddly enough, and for no
real reason, they were almost always kept locked ^^
perhaps a hangover from our "in care" days and the
need for our own purely personal space and privacy.

Andrew, we soon discovered, was not only good looking,
he was clever. Not just bright or intelligent which he
undoubtedly was, but somehow different. He was very
astute at picking up the 'signals' which Martin and I
shared between us, not that there was anything at all
intentionally secretive or furtive about them, just
the normal boyish things usually. We'd been living
there for about two weeks and weren't aware that
Andrew was noticing these until one evening when we
were watching a TV program, mention was made about two
men having gay sex. It was over in an instant, but I
glanced across at Martin and smiled ever so slightly,
saying nothing. Martin of course knew exactly what I
was thinking, and winking at me, returned his
attention to the TV.

Later that night, we were all sat in Martin's room
idly chatting about nothing in particular before we
went to bed when a knock announced the presence of
Mrs. Williams.

"Come on, boys. It's time you were in bed, it's almost
midnight," she said without troubling to open the
door.

That's one of the things I liked about living here.
There was no 'Get to bed!' sort of thing, just a
gentle reminder that perhaps we ought to be thinking
of it. Mrs. Williams was obviously about to retire
herself as her footsteps retreated towards her own
room.

"OK, Mum!" Andrew replied, "We'll go in a minute.
Good night. See you in the morning."   Martin and I
both added our "Goodnights."

"Hey, wanna chat some more?" Andrew whispered after
she had gone, "I don't feel like bed yet."
Once again, Martin and I stole a quick look at each
other, just a little disappointed at this request,
each knowing exactly what the other was thinking.

"OK, but let's get undressed first, just in case,"
Martin replied, "Meet back here in five minutes?"

Old habits die hard I thought, mentally smiling to
myself.

Andrew and I scuttled off to our rooms as Martin began
to get undressed.  As I was going into my own room, I
was acutely aware that I had the beginnings of an
erection ^^ again. I had great difficulty in keeping it
down these days ^^ it seemed to have a mind of its own,
especially whenever I saw Andrew. It was almost as if
I lived with a permanent hardon.  It rarely happened
when Martin  was around as by now we were so used to
each other that I could at least maintain some sort of
control over it ^^ but with Andrew it was virtually
impossible.

Deciding that discretion was the better part of
valour, I kept my underpants on as I pulled my pyjama
trousers up and fastened them. 'At least,' I thought,
' I can try to hide my boner.'  Going back to join the
other two, I sat on the bed next to Andrew. Martin as
usual was sat sort of sideways in his armchair, one
leg resting over a well upholstered arm.

"What was it like, being in care?" Andrew asked
conversationally.   Up until now we hadn't really
spoken about this, either to his parents or Andrew,
and I for one didn't know where to start.

"Wellllllll.....," I started hesitantly, "It's not bad
really, at least not as bad as some people make out,
but it isn't easy."

I faltered to a stop, not knowing what to say next.
Luckily Martin picked up the thread almost instantly
and chattered away quite happily.

"Hold on a sec., this's good, I want to hear more,"
Andrew said, putting a hand on Martin's shoulder,
"Let's turn the lights down in case 'they' come
round."

I thought this was a little odd as neither of his
parents ever came round once we were in our own
rooms, but without another word he jumped from the bed
and switched off  all the lights except the small
bedside one.  This of course had the effect of making
the room not only more sort of secretive, but also
erotic in a strange sort of way.

For the next hour or so, we sat chatting about our
experiences, once again Andrew surprising us both by
his understanding and compassion. We talked about all
sorts of things, Martin and I quite
consciously aware that this was some sort of purging
of our old lifestyle. We were in the middle of telling
Andrew about the odd eating habits some of the kids
had when we were brought to a sudden stop.
"It must be hell living with a gang of other boys
sometimes. But then you must have fun with them as
well," Andrew said, changing the subject somewhat
abruptly much to my and Martin's surprise. And there
was also the slight emphasis on the word 'fun' which
set me thinking.  I took a hopeful guess at what I
wished he was trying to infer, but not knowing exactly
what he was getting at, I turned to look at him and
couldn't help but notice what I thought was the
beginnings of an erection showing through his pyjamas.
Unlike me, he obviously had elected not to keep any
underwear on.  Shit!  I had only just managed to loose
my boner ^^ sort of, and now it was starting up again.
Reddening slightly, I turned away and looked to Martin
for help.  He must have noticed my growing problem, as
he was also was starting to swell out also.

"What do you mean?" Martin queried, "How fun?"

"Wellll ........," Andrew started, and then stopped,
shifting his gaze from us to the floor.

 "Go on," Martin and I said together, "Ask what you
like, we don't mind," Martin finished.

"OK, If you don't mind," Andrew said, somewhat more
cheerfully.  "I can't help but notice that you two
have a sort of ... sort of ... well, sort of secret
way of talking to each other.  I don't mind,
honestly," he added quickly as if trying to apologise
in some way.  "Is that because you are ...  good
friends?"  The implication was obvious: just as
obvious as the now full erection Andrew was making no
attempt to hide.

This was it. Crunch time. Martin and I looked at each
other, each mentally thinking of what, if anything, to
say next.  Almost instantly, some sort of empathetic /
telepathic message between us said, "What the hell! Go
for it."

Martin started.  He dropped his voice to a serious, 'I
mean what I say' sort of tone.'

"Yes. We are friends. Good friends. Better friends
than most boys I suppose.  Why?"
"Just curious I suppose," Andrew replied, " Did you
...... do you .......?" he added, leaving the
unfinished sentence hanging in the air, its implied
question glaringly obvious.
"Yes," I continued, and clumsily adding, "If you're
thinking what I think you're thinking, then yes. We
do, or did," I hastily corrected myself, "We did....
mess about together." Emphasis on the 'did'.

Andrew was visibly relieved. At last the subject was
in the open. The final barrier separating Martin and I
from Andrew was breached.  Instantly the heavily
sexual tension in the atmosphere dissipated and we all
grinned inanely at each other, grateful that the
awkward bit was over.
"What's it like, having  ...  doing  ... er ...  er
stuff ... with another boy?" Andrew asked quizzically
and a little nervously, staring intently at the floor.

I had the distinct impression that this question
wasn't quite as innocent as it sounded. I don't know
why, but I had the feeling that he knew already, which
surprised me as it had never occurred to me in all the
hours I had spent lusting after him that perhaps he
wasn't the innocent angel I thought he was ^^ at least
in this respect.
It was Martin who picked up the conversation after a
few moments thought.
"It's OK. Good in fact. Gareth and I like it anyway!"
he laughed softly, giving my balls a quick squeeze.

Taken completely by surprise, I rolled back on the
bed, my arms flying out. In an attempt to keep my
balance and stop myself from falling off the edge of
the bed, I grabbed the only thing in reach ^^ Andrew.
Unfortunately I managed to grab him between the legs
and found his prick.  It was, as I already knew, hard.
Even in the split second I had hold of it, I knew it
was a beauty ^^ and I had to have it.  But I was
embarrassed, and showed it.

"SSSorry!" I stuttered, regaining my sitting position.
"That's OK, it was an accident," Andrew grinned as if
nothing out the ordinary had happened. "At least I
think it was ^^ wasn't it?" he added cheekily.

I remained silent. Not because I didn't know what to
say, but because I was afraid to put into words what I
was thinking.

My predicament was solved for me however, because
Andrew carried on talking, and disbelievingly I heard
him say, "I suppose you want a feel now?" he
whispered, looking directly at Martin, "That's only
fair as Gareth's had one."

For once Martin was speechless, his eyes flickering
between Andrew's groin and face.  Andrew moved off the
bed and took the single pace that put him directly in
front of Martin who was still sat in his chair, one
leg draped over the arm. Both boys remained
motionless, just looking directly at each other. The
atmosphere was electric ^^ almost physically palpable.
Slowly, Andrew took hold of Martin's wrist and guided
his hand towards his groin. Gently, and never for a
second taking his eyes away from Martin, he pressed it
firmly against his prick.
"That's it!" he suddenly grinned, letting him go, "Now
we are real friends. Except for one thing though
...................."
Once again I was treated to that erotic, guaranteed
boner^^making, mind-blowing smile of his.    "I gotta
feel yours!"

This time it was our turn. Glancing at each other for
mutual support, Martin and I stood up and
wordlessly stood side^^by^^side in front of our
persecutor.

Looking serious now, Andrew simultaneously slid his
hands into both our pyjamas and searched for his
targets. I hadn't expected him to go quite as far as
this, after all we'd only touched him through his
pyjamas. Involuntarily we both took a step back,
surprised by his boldness. Just as quickly though, we
moved back and looked at him.

"That's not fair," he whispered, clearly both
physically and mentally aroused by the situation,
"You're both wearing pants!"

I was sublimely conscious of his hand now holding my
cock through the thin cotton of my briefs, cursing
myself for having decided to wear them in the first
place. My eyes closed as I felt his fingers round on
my prick, and I thrust forward slightly, eager for
more.
He was very slowly massaging it in the most erotic,
electrifying way possible.  I knew then I was right.
He had done this before, just as I had guessed
earlier. There way no way could he do what he was
doing without having had some experience ^^ and
probably a good deal of it. His fingers were
alternately rubbing over and around my cock^^head and
up and down my shaft. I took an involuntary sharp
breath and thrust my hips hard into his hand.

By now Andrew was in complete control of course. Not
that either Martin or I were complaining.  He could
have told us to jump out of the window and we would
have done so gladly, just as long as he didn't stop
what he was doing.

"Come on, let's strip," we heard from a million miles
away.
He seemed to be treating it like game of some sort,
with an edge of  "I will if you will."  to it. There
was absolutely no choice of course. It was what we all
knew would happen eventually anyway once the
conversation had turned the way it did. And we were
not about to object.

They were that last words spoken until we were all
stripped naked and sat cross-legged on the bed, each
sporting a tremendous erection and feasting our eyes
on the incredible vision.  Martin and I knew each
others body intimately of course and our full
concentration was on Andrew, giving his beautifully
smooth body all the attention it was crying out for.
Andrew, poor thing, was having great problems deciding
where to look first. I would have felt sorry for him,
but I was far too taken up by the wondrous sight in
front of me.  His cock wasn't just beautiful, it was
positively exquisite. It was perhaps a centimetre or
two shorter than either mine or Martin's, and thinner,
but was much better for it. And it was backed up by a
few wisps of curly, blond^^ginger hair, looking for all
the world like one of those golden ring things you see
round angels heads in paintings.  I couldn't wait any
longer ^^ I knew that unless I did something now, I
would burst. I felt as if I could come just by looking
at him, and I wanted more than anything else to have
him before that happened.  Slowly I moved to the bed
and pulled Andrew with me. Not forgetting Martin, I
took his hand and eased him with us.

And there we were. The three of us on the bed together
^^ a long awaited dream come true.  Andrew, being in
the middle was the centre of attention in more ways
than one of course. Martin's hands and mine were all
over the place, feeling every inch not only of Andrew,
but of each other as well. Andrew, for his part was
doing his best to keep us both happy ^^ and succeeding
a damn sight more than he knew.  I thought I would die
when he turned over to face Martin and kissed him on
the cheek. My cock slipped easily in between his butt
cheeks and rested there, fitting perfectly. I was even
aware that his cheeks relaxed and didn't tense up as I
knew by experience they should.     It was only with
the greatest effort of will that I didn't force my way
inside him there and then. Once again, my mind began
to dive into depths hitherto only thought of in my
wettest of wet dreams. I was soon brought down to
earth again however when he turned over and looking me
straight in the eyes said, "You wouldn't believe how
long I have been waiting for this!" And he kissed me
on the cheek just as he had Martin.

It seemed like forever that we were fondling,
caressing, feeling, toying and generally playing with
each other. It was absolutely fantastic. Even that
fails to describe it ^^ unless you have been lucky
enough to be in that situation, words can't begin to
describe the gloriousness of it.  It wasn't long
before we all came: suddenly, massively, powerfully
and extraordinarily messily.  You wouldn't believe the
amount of cum three highly aroused boys could produce
^^ I am sure there was enough of it smeared over us and
the bed to impregnate half the western world!  The
climaxes came almost simultaneously for all of us.
Andrew was busy jerking the pair of us off at the same
time, I was busy kissing his lips, chest, ears,
anything I could get near in fact and Martin was
taking care of the other end, much to Andrew's
pleasure as his moans proved.

Exhausted, we lay back in the bed, slowly gathering
our strength before the now inevitable Round Two
started.

"That was fucking brilliant. The best ever!" Andrew
said, with obvious honesty, as much to himself as
either of us.

"You were ace," I whispered, "Almost as good as
Martin!" I added mischievously. Somehow I felt a
little sorry for Martin, and mentally resolved to talk
to him later.   "Where in hell did you learn all
that?" I heard Martin ask.

Andrew explained.

"It was last summer," he started, "My cousin and me
always spend some of our school holidays
together. I go to his house for the first bit of the
holiday, and he comes to me for the second half."
It turned out that they had been camping in his cousin
Jason's back garden when they had first started. The
weather was fairly mild at the time ^^ that sort of
mild which is lovely during the day, but turns cool
and damp at night.  The boys, who didn't quite
appreciate just how cool it can get were woken in the
early hours by the chilling dampness around them and
started chatting.
"I could see Jace had a hard on, " Andrew continued,
"And I could see him playing with it, just like I was.
But I didn't really take much notice of it ^^ I thought
it was just something that all boys did when they were
in bed."

Jace told me that he was cold, he went on, and asked
if we could share the same sleeping bag so we could
keep each other warm. I didn't know, but the two bags
could be unfastened and zipped together to make one
big one. After a bit of a struggle and a lot of
giggling and fooling around, we eventually managed to
get them together and we climbed in.  To keep each
other warm we cuddled up and put our arms round each
other.  It was the first time that I'd actually been
that close to another boy and found I liked it.  We
had slept in the same bed before of course, but we had
never deliberately touched each other. In fact we were
a bit embarrassed if we accidentally did.  Anyway, it
wasn't long before my prick got hard and I knew that
Jace knew as well because I could feel his cock
against mine.  I put my hand down between my legs to
move it out of the way when I touched Jace's cock by
accident. He said that it was nice when I touched it,
and asked if he could touch mine.

"It was ever so nice," Andrew continued, "and we did
it for ages. I had never known my cock get that hard
before and the feel of his hands on my balls was
really good. All we did that time was to sort of play
with each other. I remember though that we fell asleep
holding each other, and woke up just the same. We had
another play with each other then of course, which was
even better than the night before.  Well, after that
night we began to mess about with each other a lot,
and we learned to do all sorts of different things to
each other. It was best when we were in the house and
in our room when everyone else was asleep, we used to
do some wicked things!"

"What sort of things?" I asked, as much to keep the
conversation going as much as anything else ^^ the
sound of his voice was driving me crazy and I didn't
want him to stop.

"At first we used to just feel each other, making our
cocks get hard and then laying against each other.
Jace used to love doing that, and it was even better
when he laid with his prick in the crack of my bum and
rubbed it up and down," Andrew continued, "One night
he was doing that when I felt him sort of jerk up and
down and my back got all wet and sticky.  I didn't
know what it was at first, I thought he'd hurt himself
somehow because he shouted out as if he was in pain.
It only took a second or two before we both guessed
what it was though, and we were scared and excited all
at once. He'd really cum for the first time."
"It was about two weeks later that I came for my first
time," Andrew said in reply to a question from Martin.
 "We were both in bed together in my house and Jace
was messing about licking and sucking my cock when I
suddenly went all funny and my prick got even harder.
Then I shot the stuff into Jace's mouth.  I knew it
wasn't piss or anything because it felt different ^^ it
was a fantastic feeling. But poor Jace was so
surprised that he almost choked on the stuff and spat
it out."

We all three lay back on the bed, each wrapped up in
our own thoughts when I turned round and
glanced at the bedside clock.

"Christ!" I almost shouted, "Look at the fucking
time!"

In something approaching a major state of panic,
realising it was well after 1 am, we swiftly gathered
our clothes together and with hurried 'goodnights'
went off to our own rooms.

Chapter Two

I was laid in bed a little while later, gently holding
my still semi^^erect cock, drifting off to sleep and
hoping I would dream about Andrew when I heard the
connecting door between my room and Martin's creak
open.

"You asleep yet?" Martin whispered as I sensed rather
than heard him creep over to my bed.
"No, not yet." I replied sleepily as I turned over to
face him.

Automatically I pulled the covers back and slid over
to make room for him. As he climbed in beside me, I
was suddenly conscious how much I had missed our
nocturnal adventures and I gave him a tight, loving
hug and kissed him.

"Missed you!" I whispered.
"Me too," he replied, returning the kiss.

For a few minutes we held each other tightly,
confirming our love for each other and making up for
the frustration we both had felt in being so close and
yet so far apart for the past few weeks.  Our initial
passions somewhat assuaged, we broke apart and looked
at each other.  I was dimly conscious of tears running
down my cheeks.

"Now what?" Martin frowned, "What's got into you?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all really, it's just that I've
so missed you so much, I'd almost forgotten what it
was like. I'm so happy we're back together again. I've
missed you a lot."
"Hey, it's all right now," he answered, stroking my
hair and smiling at me.   "I was the same. I thought
we'd never get it together again and I was getting
pissed off. But now ....................."

He wasn't allowed to get any further because I kissed
him again and held him so tightly that he couldn't say
anything even if he wanted to.

"What do you think of Andrew?" he said eventually.

I was hoping he wouldn't ask me this question. I
didn't know what the hell to answer.  Slowly I began
to talk, not having a clue what I was going to say.

"Dunno.  I like him of course, like him a lot. But not
in the same way that I like you," I added cautiously.
"He's good fun, and after tonight I think it'll be
great for all of us."
The thought flashed across my mind that perhaps I
liked him more than Martin; but as soon as it did, I
knew I didn't. Martin and I could never be split up,
we had been through too much and knew each other far
too well for that ever to happen.

"You and I are special," I eventually managed to
stumble out, "I love you more than I could ever love
Andrew," I finished, hoping to hell that it was true.
In reply, Martin gave me a gentle squeeze and said
nothing ^^ he didn't need to.

His eyes, I noticed, were just as moist as mine.

"Hey, come on, it's OK now," I whispered as I used a
finger to wipe a tear away.
"Wanna fuck?" he suddenly said, brightening up, "It's
been fucking ages!" he added, almost laughing with
relief.
"Only if I can as well." said a voice from somewhere
in the darkness.
We both jumped as if hit by a thunderbolt. The voice
belonged to Andrew.  Shit! How long had he been there?
What had he heard? What did he want?  We turned to
face him, both of us feeling a mixture of fright and
embarrassment at being caught 'in flagrante delicto'
so to speak.

He just stood there, looking rather pathetic in a way,
wearing just the old boxers he wore in bed.
"Sorry. I just wanted to talk a bit more, and when I
saw Martin wasn't in his room, I thought ........."
This time it was Andrew who was embarrassed and almost
in tears.
"I didn't mean ...... I don't .........  Oh fuck it!"
he said vehemently and turned to go back to his room.


As usual, Martin was the first to react. Jumping out
of bed he ran over and grabbed him round the waist.
"Hey, Andrew. Come here. Don't be daft. Come on."

Slowly Andrew turned round and looked from one to the
other of us, unsure of what to do.
"Come on," I agreed, "Come and join us."

Nervously he did as he was asked. This time, Martin
and I were together, with Andrew laying a little
precariously on the edge of the bed.

The awkward silence was broken after a while by
Andrew.

"How long have you two been doing it?"

I decided that it was my turn to do the explaining.
Turning over onto my side, I rested my head on my
crooked arm and speaking over Martin's prone body I
started.  Thinking that perhaps it would be too much
for Andrew to take in all at once, I decided to leave
out the bit about why I had been in care and what had
happened; choosing to start with the first time Martin
came to my room in the care home.  I also made my mind
up not to mention the diary at this point, leaving
that to a later time, if at all.  Andrew only
interrupted a few times whilst I was wandering through
my mind, simply asking the odd question here and there
to clear up something I'd skipped over or hadn't made
quite clear.  He was certainly a good listener and I
was more than happy to tell him as much as I could,
spinning the story out as much as possible just so I
could stay looking at his beautiful face for as long
as I could.

"Christ! You two have had some fun together haven't
you?  Is it all true?" Andrew whispered as I came to
the end of my tale.

Martin confirmed that it was and added that we were
very lucky not only to have been moved into a new
family together, but also to have Andrew as a new
friend and confidant.  It was now well after two in
the morning and more than time we were asleep.
Reluctantly I reminded my partners of the time and
said that I was tired and needed to get some rest.
Much as I wanted to have some fun with Martin, I knew
that unless I got to sleep now, I would be tired and
irritable in the morning ^^ I always was. Grinning
broadly, Andrew rolled out of the bed and stood facing
us, unashamedly displaying his erection for us.

"Thanks for the chat. I'll leave you in peace ^^ for
now!" he said, "You two can do what you like. I'm
going to my own bed to have a wank. But tomorrow
night, it's my turn!"

Without another word he skipped off to his room,
significantly closing the door after him.

"Phew!" Martin sighed, "He's something else. I almost
came just laying beside him. He's a fucking marvel."
He lay back for a second or two, then added "Are you
really tired, or .........?" He grabbed my cock and
began to masturbate me slowly.

Once again my brains moved to my groin and I gave in.

"Sod it! I hate you!" I grinned, "But we'll have to be
quick."

With an agility I'd forgotten he possessed, Martin
spun round in the bed and took my prick in his
mouth. I had little choice in absorbing his love^^tool
as it was pressing itself urgently against my lips. It
had been ages since I had had anything else except a
solitary hand job and I was more than ready for some
loving from Martin. He must have felt the same way as
he was pleasuring my cock with a passion we hadn't
enjoyed since the early days of our friendship ^^ it
was ecstatic. Surrendering myself completely to Eros,
I concentrated on the job in hand ^^ or mouth in this
case.  Martin was delightfully flicking his tongue
around the head of my tool and massaging my balls at
the same time. He knew I loved this and was taking
great pleasure in bringing me right up to the brink of
a climax, then backing off just before I came. How he
did this I don't know, but it was exquisitely erotic
and painful at the same time and I was dimly aware of
my moans and groans somewhere in the dim distance.
When we came, it was just like the first time we'd
ever done it. I seemed to spurt for ever, filling his
mouth with my sweet, salty spunk. Simultaneously he
came in me, almost choking me with his passion juice.
I managed to swallow most of it, with only a few drops
escaping to drip onto Martin's cock.

"Christ! That's better!" Martin sighed as he turned
round to face me, "I needed that!"
"Me too. Thanks!" I replied, kissing him at the same
time. "I've missed you," I added, my voice trembling
with emotion.

In reply I was given a tight, enthusiastic hug by my
lover, "You soft cunt!" he whispered.
"Bollocks! " I replied playfully, "Piss off to your
own pit and leave me alone, arsehole!"

Sliding out of bed, he collected his pyjamas off the
floor and giving me one last kiss returned to his
room. I lay back, folded my arms under my head and
stared at the ceiling, thinking about the events of
the night as I drifted off into a much needed sleep.

The last conscious thought I had as I slid gratefully
into the arms of Morpheus was a beautiful image of my
two best friends cocks, side by side, both craving for
my attention.  I resolved to give it to them just as
soon as I possibly could.


Chapter Three

Breakfast the following morning, apart from coming far
too soon, was much more subdued than usual. I for one
was more than a little uncertain as to whether I'd
dreamed the events of last night, or, if they did
actually happen, was it some sort of ghastly
never^^to^^be^^repeated aberration. I guess the others
were thinking pretty much the same things as we were
broken out of our reverie when Mrs. Williams lightly
informed us that if this abnormal silence was the
result of our staying up late, then we should do it
more often!  I thought for one terrifying instant that
she'd guessed what we'd been doing and waited, heart
in mouth, for the awful qualifier. But it never came,
thank God.

"Yeah, s'pose you're right Mum," Andrew managed to
splutter with a mouthful of cereal. "Sorry, but we
sort of got carried away!"

Martin and I almost choked as we caught each other's
eye, not believing what we'd just heard.
"Yes. Well," Mrs. Williams replied, "I suppose it
doesn't matter that much, as long as it doesn't happen
too often."

I was still not convinced that she didn't know what
we'd been doing and had managed to half convince
myself that the end of the world as I knew it was
about to befall. My beet red face was all she needed
to see to confirm her belief. Hurriedly I finished my
meal and escaped to my room, once there letting out a
huge sigh of relief and waiting for my heart to start
beating again. Within seconds I was joined firstly by
Martin, who summed up the situation perfectly in one
word, "Christ!" Seconds later we were joined by Andrew
who, slamming the door closed behind him threw himself
on the bed, laughing hysterically.

"You should've seen you faces!" he managed to stammer
out, "I thought you were going to die!"
"Piss off!" I answered, managing half a smile, "That
wasn't funny!"
"Don't panic," he continued, "She's probably got a
good idea what we were doing anyway."  I stared at
him, mouth agape.
"Wha ... !" I started to say before I was interrupted.
" 'Course. She isn't stupid. The only thing is that
she wouldn't know where the hell to begin to talk
about that sort of thing. Not even my father could do
that."

That didn't make me feel any better at all.

"She's washed enough of my bed sheets and stained
underwear to know that I've grown up a lot in the last
few months. If she hasn't worked it out by now, she's
dafter than I think, and I know that isn't true."

This was a new thought to me and took a minute or two
to absorb it.  It'd never occurred to me that adults
would notice these things and it was a revelation.  I
quickly thought about all the washing and laundry
that'd gone through the hands of the staff at the
homes I'd been in, a lot of mine which must have been
more than lightly soiled with the results of my
frequent self^^abuse!

"Shit!" I thought, rather incongruously, once again
blushing at the thought of what others knew about me
without saying anything. I bet they even laughed and
joked about it over a cup of tea!  I thought about
these events several times during the early part of
the day at school, but as is normal in my case,
managed to wipe it completely from my mind by the time
lunch came round and even managed to smile once or
twice at Martin's attempts at jokes.  The evening's TV
watching however, was painful.  Once the family were
sat relaxing in front of the box, my mind once again
returned to breakfast.  'How much did she know? Had
she told her husband? Would she say anything to us?'
and a myriad other hypothetical, and no doubt highly
improbable scenarios pyramided in my mind, culminating
eventually in a vision of my being forcibly thrown out
onto the streets as an incorrigible pervert.  I was
not feeling at my best.  I wasn't sure if I wanted
bed^^time to arrive or not.  On the one hand I wanted
to escape from the family room and spend some time by
myself; on the other, the longer I could spend with
the family, the less likely it was that anything would
be mentioned about Andrew's breakfast time comments.
My problem wasn't made any easier by Andrew as each
time I caught his eye, he smiled at me, rested his
hand in his groin and winked at me ^^ the implication
being obvious!


Chapter Four.

I sat in front of the tv most of the evening, seeing
nothing, my mind far too full of other things to take
any intelligent interest in the trivia on the box.
Eventually bed^^time came round and it was with some
trepidation I made my way upstairs with the others.
Andrew and Martin were chatting about some tv
programme or other: I remained silent ^^ wrapped up in
my own thoughts.

It had become customary to sit in Martin's room once
we were undressed and more or less ready for bed and
chat.  Tonight was no different in most respects
except that I didn't join in their conversation very
much. Eventually I'd had enough, said goodnight, and
went to my room, still not feeling comfortable.

It wasn't very long after that Martin came through and
sat in the chair looking at me.

"What's up?" he asked. "You've been quiet all day."
"Nothing." I replied.
"Come on. Something's wrong, I can tell."

Thinking for a moment or two, I decided that it wasn't
fair not to tell him what was on my mind; after all if
I couldn't tell him, who could I talk to?  I tried to
explain my thoughts and feelings to him: about the
mornings events, about the feelings I had for him and
Andrew and how I wasn't sure where I stood and what
people were thinking.

He listened patiently until I'd run out of words, then
sat thinking for a second or two before saying, "I
don't think we've anything to worry about you know.
If Mr or Mrs Williams had anything to say, they would
have said it before now. And in any case, Andrew seems
OK with everything and he would be the one worrying
now, if anyone should be."

I thought about this as Martin carried on, "And in any
case you and me are friends for ever and no one can
spoil that. I've told you that before and I mean it.
I know you think you might like Andrew more than me,
but it's only a passing thing. He's new and different
and exciting and ....." he tailed off as the reality
of what he'd said struck him.

Now it was my turn.  He was right of course. As usual.
 The only thing was that I needed reminding of it. He
was always much surer of himself than me, and not
given to the self^^destructive introspection that I
was.

"You'll always be my best friend," I stammered, " And
your probably right about Andrew. Still, I was worried
about us, and them, and ..."

"Oh, Shut up, you silly sod!" he grinned, "Now that's
over, forget it and come here!"

With that, he jumped from his chair and landed square
on top of me. Working his arms under my
shoulders, he pulled me to him and kissed me on the
lips.

"That's better!" He whispered in my ear, "Now let's
relax."

We spent the next few minutes comforting each other in
ways which we had long been accustomed to,
re^^affirming our closeness and friendship. There
wasn't any real sex involved ^^ at least no more  than
comforting stroking and playing.  It wasn't long
before we were both hard of course, and without
comment slipped our pyjamas off  and lay in each
others arms on the bed.

Almost automatically we adjusted our positions to that
we were 69'ing, lovingly and fondly, all other
problems forgotten about for the time being as our
love for each other took over.

It didn't seem long before I began to sense that
glorious feeling which told me that our passion was
about to be consummated. Urgently I pressed my cock as
far down Martin's throat as I could and held it there
as I deposited my juices. With a pressure born of
relief and passion, I confirmed my love for Martin,
just as he did to me just a few seconds later.

Coming down slowly from our joint climaxes, we turned
so we were laying side^^by^^side and cuddling each
other.  Gently I leaned over and kissed him. Words
weren't needed or necessary ^^ our devotion having been
proved.  Idly we toyed with each other as we lay
together in the bliss that follows passion.

I don't know how long we lay there, but it only seemed
moments later that there was a slight rap on the
inter^^connecting door.  It could only be Andrew.

"Come in!" we both said together, not bothering either
to unwrap ourselves from each other, or cover up.

He came in on tip^^toe and softly closed the door
behind him.

"Hiya!" he whispered conspiratorially, "You OK?"

"Yeah!" we agreed, sitting up to make room for him,
"You?"

"Yep!" Andrew replied as he made himself comfortable,
siting cross^^legged on the bed. He was
wearing pyjamas but no underwear I noticed.

"What you been doing? As if I couldn't guess!" he
grinned at the same time wiping up a smear of cum from
my chest.

Quite pointedly he made a show of looking at the glob
on his finger before sticking it into his mouth and
gleefully licking it off.  Martin and I looked at each
other, not particularly surprised or shocked at him,
just confirming what we'd thought earlier about him.

"Whose was that?" he asked, "Or don't you know?"

We didn't bother answering him, just squeezing each
other and grinning.

"Oh, well, it doesn't matter anyway. But next time I
want some."

The level of conversation had been set: not that it
would have been any other anyway, not at this time of
night.

"So," Martin said, "Tell us some more about you and
Jace."



Chapter Five.

Andrew wriggled happily, enjoying being the centre of
attention.

"Well, it was like this," he started, "This one time
we were staying here all together, my Mum and Dad,
Jace and his Mum and Dad. We'd been to a wedding all
day and had come back here afterwards.  Our Mums and
Dads were going back to a party, but Jace and me said
we didn't wanna go, so we were allowed to stay here by
ourselves."

Just as soon as they'd gone, the story went on, Andrew
and Jace had watched tv for a bit, but there was
something electric in the air, it being the first time
they'd been left alone in the house for any length of
time. We weren't surprised to hear that it was Andrew
who'd suggested that they go upstairs and play some
computer games ^^ at least that was the pretext,
neither had any real intentions of playing them for
long.  Having decided it would be more fun to play in
their underwear, both boys had stripped off and were
spending as much time looking at each other's groin as
at the computer.

"We'd both got boners," Andrew said, "And I kept
looking at Jace's and he was looking at mine all the
time, so we went onto the bed and felt each other a
lot. Jace was funny though, he wouldn't take 'em off
unless we were under the bedclothes and so we did.  We
were touching and feeling each other just like we had
before when Jace suggested we did something else.
When I asked him what, he just said let me show you."

They were feeling very hot under in the bed by this
time and Andrew threw the clothes on the floor, Jace
being so excited by now that he didn't complain.
"He got me to lay on my back on the bed and he sort of
laid on top of me.  He pushed my dick
between his legs and held it tight between his thighs.
Then he started to move like he was fucking. It was
terrific! Just like the real thing! His cock was
squashed between my belly and his and it was being
rubbed like mine was.  Soon he started to moan and
shout and really push up and down hard. Then he came,
all his spunk coming between us, and at the same time
mine shooting all up his back.  It was fantastic!" he
grinned, bouncing up and down on the bed.

"Yeah, I can tell!" laughed Martin as he nodded in the
direction of Andrew's now rampant boner
sticking out of his pyjamas.

"Oh, yeah!" Andrew agreed, "That! Don't know why that
always happens, but it does!" he laughed

Without further ado, he pulled them off and sat back
on the bed again, grinning like the proverbial
Cheshire cat.  "Now we're all the same."

And we were. All three of us naked and sporting
woodies to be proud of.  I took the opportunity to
compare the three of us.  Martin and I were about the
same size, five or six inches I suppose, with partly
grown bushes of hair surrounding our manhoods. Andrew
was about four inches I guess, with just a sprinkling
of fair hair emerging.  None of us were circumcised I
noted interestedly.

There was silence for a couple of minutes before
Andrew broke it by saying, "Well? What do we do now?"

I suppose that Martin and I were so comfortable with
each other and rarely needed to be quite so
direct with each other that is came as quite a shock
to hear from Andrew.  Then I remembered that I must
have been the same a year or so ago when I was with
Mick, with my libido, hormones,  inexperience and
excitement showing painfully.

"Dunno," I said, looking at Martin.
"Nope. No idea." he chimed in. "In any case, I'm
tired, I think I'm going to bed."

The look on Andrews face was a picture ^^ a mixture of
shock, disbelief and amazement. For once he was
speechless ^^ almost.

"Wha....You can't mean it. I mean ...."

Martin and I broke up. "OK, kid, it's down to you
then," I added in my best cowboy accent. "What do you
wanna do?"

"Play games!" he almost shouted, and with that started
a rough and tumble.

It didn't last long though as we all realised that
this was neither the time nor the place to get too
noisy. As we calmed down, Andrew took mine and
Martin's cock in each hand and began to play with us,
switching his gaze from one to the other just like a
kid with two toys.

"Let's play sandwiches," he yelped.

"What's that?" Martin asked, as if he hadn't a clue.

"Well, you lay down on your back and I'll lay on top
of you. Gareth can then get on top of me and then we
can ......." He didn't need to say any more.

Gently Andrew lay over Martin, placing his elbows
either side of his head; he positioned his cock so it
lay along Martin's belly pointing North, and put
Martin's dick between his legs. With a delightful moan
he put his full weight on Martin.

"Now you get on top of me," he said hoarsely.

Doing as I was asked, I lay my erect tool carefully
along his crack and lowered myself down.

"Mmmmmmmm!  That's nice," Andrew whispered.

Slowly we began to move in unison. The sensation was
incredible!  All three of us were being
massaged deliciously.  As we were thus engaged and I
was totally immersed in the magic of the game, I
suddenly thought whether or not Andrew had actually
gone any further than hand or oral sex before.  My
cock gave a knowing twitch as this idea crossed my
mind.  Slowly I raised myself up little by little
until my cockhead was just about where I wanted it,
and taking hold of my now steel^^hard erection forced
it between his cheeks until I found my target. Gently
I pushed forward, but met with a reflex rejection from
Andrew.

"What you doing?" I heard him say, a bit annoyed at
having his fun spoiled.

"Nothing," I replied, "Just getting into a better
position," and I lay myself back as I was, giving up
the idea - at least for the time being.

It wasn't too long before Andrew had his orgasm.
Young as he was, and without the practice we'd had,
there was no possibility of him hanging out for very
long anyway.  I felt his body heave and tremble as he
spasmed his load between the writing bodies of himself
and Martin, at the same time biting his lips to keep
his moan down to a respectable level.

We rolled off each other and lay on our sides, gasping
for air.

"What were you trying to do?" Andrew asked me after a
minute or two. "Were you going to try and stick it
inside me?"

"Yeah," I replied, "I thought you might like it.
Haven't you ever done it before?"

"No, never. But Jace tried it once and we couldn't do
it so we never tried it again.  Will it really go in
there? Does it hurt?"

"Yes, and no, at least not much," Martin told him. "We
can try it if you want."

"OK, then let's do it!"  The hyperactive Andrew was
back, willing to try anything new.

Martin rummaged through his bedside cupboard,
eventually finding a small jar of Vaseline we'd
secreted there.

"Stand up and let me squidge this stuff on you,"
Andrew was asked.

He stood up and watched fascinated, as Martin did the
necessary, slowly inserting his finger as he did so. I
watched with baited breath as he then pushed in two
fingers and  worked them around a bit.

"How's that feel? Martin enquired.

"S'Ok, I think. It only hurts a bit."

"Good. Now lay on your back on the bed and put your
legs up so's Gareth can reach."

Once he was in position, I knelt down and pointed my
tool at the little pink ring. Very slowly I pushed
forward until I felt his rosebud clench shut.

"Relax," I told him, "Try and open it up for me, just
as if you were taking a dump."

After some effort, he managed to do as he was asked
and I felt my cock suddenly gain entrance to that most
secret place.

"You OK?" I asked, "I'm in now."

The only answer was a slight nod from him. His mouth
being tight shut with the effort.

"Shall I go on?"

Another frantic nod.

Ever so slowly I leaned forward and slid in deeper,
pausing once in a while for him to get accustomed to
me.  Eventually I was all there, I could even feel my
few cock hairs  against his wax^^smooth butt.

"That's it," I whispered, "It's all in."

Giving him a few seconds to relax, I started to thrust
in and out as softly as I could, taking long slow
strokes so as to give him maximum pleasure.
I was succeeding obviously as he relaxed and let his
face break into a tremendous smile.

"Done it!" He mouthed, "Done it!  It feels wonderful.
Keep doing it. Faster. Faster."

His butt was clenching and re^^clenching in a way which
was guaranteed to bring me to a climax in the least
possible time: that, together with the knowledge that
I had introduced my new brother to one of the greatest
pleasures in life, albeit highly immoral and illegal!

Without warning I was suddenly gripped by a vice^^like
squeeze around my dick. Andrew was having another
orgasm!! Automatically, my own tool spasmed and my now
sparse load was shot deep inside him. I watched,
fascinated as his own jism shot from his rigid cock
and spread itself on his chest. I took a quick glance
at Martin, who had been masturbating all the while he
was watching us, just in time to see him deposit the
result of his effort alongside Andrew's to make a
glorious mess!

It took a little while for my dick to soften enough
for me to withdraw it easily, and when I did I
collapsed on the bed, arms and legs all mixed up with
Martin's and Andrew's.

"Christ, I'm knackered," I managed to say. "That was
fucking wonderful!"

"Yeah," sighed Andrew, "Wasn't it just. Thanks!!" And
with that leaned over and gave me a quick
peck on the cheek.

Martin was beside himself with delight for us both,
and said so both in words and with his actions as he
embraced us both and announced that fact that we were
now well and truly one family!

"Not quite," Andrew said.

We both looked at him questioningly.

"Wh......?" Martin began to say before being
interrupted.

"I gotta do it to you now," he said seriously.  "It's
only fair."

Martin groaned theatrically, "Oh, no! Not more,
surely!"

It was amazing where Andrew got his energy from, but
then again I suppose that I was the same once.

We went through the preparation stages once more,
emptying the jar in the process. Grinning at me,
Martin threw the now useless contained into the
rubbish bin and wasted no time in getting into
position on the bed: Andrew in his usual hurry
couldn't wait to start and was bouncing on the bed in
excited anticipation.
I had no doubt  that he would have no trouble entering
Martin as I'd been there often enough for his hole to
be well^^accustomed to being intruded upon, and
Andrew's dick being that bit smaller than mine would
be no problem at all.  In fact it went in so easily
that it was wholly in almost before I noticed, the
beatific smile on Andrew's face showed it.

He started to hump my lover like a jack^^rabbit and had
to be reminded to take it easier if he wanted to enjoy
it properly. With what must have been a tremendous
amount of will^^power he managed to ease up a little
and I watched intrigued as he went to work.  Slowly he
worked himself in and out, all the while gripping
Martin's sides as he thrust back and forth. His whole
body was a picture of concentration and delight as he
enjoyed his first real fuck. He was in heaven as he
began to reach yet another orgasmic shock. Where in
hell did he get his energy?

Not wanting to be left out completely, I slid my hand
between them and masturbated Martin as he rocked.  It
took a bit longer for Andrew to climax this time, but
when he did, it was with just the same intensity and
passion as we had seen him reach before.  It was only
with the greatest of effort and will power that he
managed to stop himself from screaming out in ecstasy
as he reached what surely must be a dry climax this
time.

Even Andrew seemed whacked out after our marathon.  He
collapsed on the bed, trying his best to hug us both
at the same time. Martin and I looked into each
other's eyes and grinned: more than pleased with the
ways things were working out for the three of us!

It was just after six in the morning when we
eventually woke up from our much^^needed sleep, much to
our fright.  Hurriedly we separated ourselves from the
post^^orgiastic entanglement we were still wrapped up
in, searched frantically for the few clothes we had
discarded much earlier, and with quick embraces and a
round of 'I love you', scampered off to our own rooms.


Chapter Six

How we managed to get through the following day I'll
never know. Apart from the fact that we were all
tired, not only from the lack of sleep, the olympian
sex session we'd had the night before had taken its
toll on us.  Luckily we managed to stay awake (more or
less) when the adults were around, and spent a great
deal of the daylight hours lazing around the pool in
the back garden sunbathing.

The following days and weeks, despite what you might
think, were not spent in a long, continuous, round of
sex games. We did, of course, find time to fit in the
odd romp or two, mostly late at night or in the early
hours.  Andrew even managed to curtail his rabbit-like
propensity for sex once in a while and would leave
Martin and me alone so we could enjoy ourselves.  We
did of course, also succeed in having Andrew alone on
a one-on-one a few times.  More importantly in some
ways was that we had become real friends with each
other, and a part of a loving, caring family.  Once we
had shown that we could be trusted not to wreck the
house, we were even allowed to stay home once in a
while whilst Audrey and David went out for a meal or
whatever.  Even then, sex wasn't on top of our `to do'
things.  We did, naturally, have a grope of each other
whenever we felt like it, and even daringly wander
round the house bollock-naked once in a while.  It was
part of the fun to try and ignore each other's nudity
when we did this, trying to act as `adult' as possible
whilst resisting the provocations and temptations
presenting themselves, sometimes accidentally, more
often than not quite deliberately.  Despite our most
valiant efforts not to get hard-ons, we never lasted
more than ten minutes before we were all rampant and
carrying all before!  Thank God we had no internal
security cameras. The parents would have been a little
surprised at the scenes: the sight of three
hormone-ridden, birthday-suited teenagers trying not
to grab each other by the family jewels, rambling
through the family home would have been the cause of
some interesting family discussions!

I don't remember having once got through a whole
session like this without someone breaking down in a
fit of giggles or simply getting too randy to cope any
longer. It always ended up with another romp in
whichever room we lost it in - the kitchen, living
room, even the garage once.  Even worse was the time
when in fact we'd planned to go swimming and were
knocking about the house in nothing but our swimming
trunks.  This was much, much worse than being
completely bare-assed.  Somehow, the sight of each
other wearing nothing but small bits of material
covering our assets was a great deal more erotic than
when we were absolutely naked.  Even just putting our
suits on ensured an instant boner, thinking of the
others doing the same thing.

We were extremely lucky never to have been caught out
in our antics - looking back on it, we took some
seriously dangerous risks, often stripping off even
before the car had left the drive!  We did make some
mistakes to start with, due entirely to our own
over-excitement and stupidity.  One time in particular
I recollect with a mixture of embarrassment and
fright.  Hardly had the front door closed when Andrew
grabbed me from behind and almost ripped my T-shirt
off as he started to strip me.  Within seconds it
seems we are all as Adam intended, with three sets of
clothes scattered wildly around the living room,
making it look as if a jumble sale was about to take
place.  We quickly fell to the floor and enjoyed a
steamy orgy of mutual pleasuring.  After we'd
satisfied ourselves, at least temporarily, we settled
down to watch a video, still naked and toying with
each other as we sprawled out on the sofa.

Then all hell broke loose. It was Martin who spotted
the family car turning into the drive, much to our
shock and horror. They weren't due back for at least -
well, after a glance at the clock proved, half an hour
ago.  Shit!   Never have three boys moved with such an
intensity of purpose and speed.  Within nano-seconds,
clothes were searched for, gathered up in a frenzy,
and frantic attempts made to put them on in an order
which resembled some sort of normality. Apart from
Andrew, who had to make a rapid trip to the bathroom
so he could get his shoes on the correct feet, after
turning his socks the right way round that is.

We managed to present ourselves in a reasonable sort
of state, although breathless and ruddy-faced.

"Hiya", Martin managed to gasp out.  "We've just been
playfighting and we're all a bit out of breath."

"So I see," came a doubtful reply from David. "I can
also smell it.  Don't you think you'd better open a
window, it's like a," Here he paused, obviously not
wanting to use the word he had in mind, " Rugby club
changing room in here."

It was then that Andrew made his disastrous
contribution. He stumbled into the room waving my
underpants in the air, shouting, " We switched pants,
I've got your ....", then at a much lower level,
"pants here. Oh!"

We all turned and stared at him, in a deafening
silence.

"I, ... err ... ," he stammered out, his face turning
bright red."

"Thanks, Andrew." Martin rushed out and turning to
Audrey and David, added, "We were swimming earlier and
we got them mixed up when we got dressed afterwards."

Thank heavens he was a quick thinker: he'd saved the
day again for us. It seemed that his explanation
satisfied the parents as they just grimaced and Audrey
ended the episode with an exasperated "Boys!"

It took quite a long time for this incident to be
forgotten about.  Audrey seemed to accept Martin's
explanation at face value, but I don't think David
did: after all, he was a man and perhaps had a better
idea of what the truth was. Nevertheless he never
referred to it again, either because he accepted any
games we were playing as a part of growing up, or
didn't quite have the courage to open up this
particular hornet's nest.

Talking of swimming, the pool was the scene for a good
few of our sex games: the temptation of enjoying
activities other than water play were much too great,
as you can imagine. I have a vivid image of the
pool-cleaning man wondering what one earth the gooey
mess was blocking up his filters of late: I only hope
he didn't think too deeply about it!!

One particular game we all enjoyed whenever we got the
chance, especially Andrew.  The pool had a sort of
alcove at one end with a set of brick steps going into
the water. We were sat side-by-side one day, with our
butts just under the surface of the water and our now
semi-permanent erections trying their best to look
like fishing rods.  We weren't even talking sex for a
change, just thinking it, probably. Out of the blue,
Andrew, in a serious tone said, "I've got a problem."

Martin and I looked at him questioningly and enquired
what was worrying him, concerned that he seemed so
down about something.

"I can't decide," he continued, "Whether I want a fuck
or a blow job first."

This took us by surprise and for a second or two
didn't quite believe what we'd heard. Then it slowly
dawned on us and we dissolved in laughter, pushing him
off the steps in the process. When he clambered back,
spluttering and coughing, he grinned evilly and said,
"I know, I'll do both."
No surprise there then.

"At the same time!"

This sounded intriguing and we listened curiously.

"Look, I've been thinking about it. Let me show you -
it'll be magic!"

He got Martin to move down a step and sit facing the
water with his legs apart. Andrew carefully stood
astride him and holding on to Martin's shoulders
lowered himself gingerly onto his cock. With only a
little help, he allowed Martin to slide inside him
until he was buried to the hilt.  So far so good, and
I began to catch on the what he was planning. Giving
Martin a kiss on the lips, he whispered, " Leave it to
me." I was then instructed to stick my cock into
Andrew's more than willing mouth.

It took us a few minutes struggling to get the rhythm
right, but once we'd managed it, the sensation was
phenomenal. Having most of their weight supported by
the water, my two partners had no trouble at all in
devoting all their energy to their thrustings. I, for
my part, was enjoying the soft, warm and silky
attention my pride and joy was getting. It only added
to the pleasure when I looked at Andrew's face,
screwed up in a picture of pure bliss.  Despite our
best efforts to prolong the delights, the bridge we
had to cross loomed up a lot quicker than we wanted.
My nuts began to boil and my prick gave a throb or two
in anticipation of what was, inevitably, about to
happen. With a deep thrust and a louder than intended
yell, I ejected what seemed a massive load of love
juice straight down Andrew's throat. A second or two
later my companions joined me in Nirvana, blissfully
unaware of the world around them.

Slowly they came back to Earth, each of them declaring
that `that was something else!' and worth trying
again, and again, and .....


Chapter Seven

Late Spring turned into Summer, and Summer turned into
school holidays at long last. Martin and I had settled
down absolutely by now and were perfectly happy. For
the first time in our lives, we had domestic
stability, a loving family around us, and even school
was going reasonably OK. And for an added bonus we had
Andrew to share things with.  It was during one of our
impromptu family chats one evening that what could be
a black cloud intruded itself.  We were rambling on a
bit about our various ideas for the school holidays
that something occurred simultaneously to Martin and
I.  The family were planning a foreign holiday and
where to go, when it hit us.  Where would we be put?
After all, they couldn't be expected to pay for us two
on top of everything else, especially if they went
somewhere expensive.  I had visions of being shunted
back to a home for a couple of weeks at least, and
almost certainly Martin-less as well.  We looked at
each other, very worried.

Audrey picked this up, and asked what was bothering
us.  Almost in tears, I explained my thoughts and
worries.

Her first reaction was to laugh, but this was rapidly
stifled and she looked at David before saying, "But
you'll be coming with us, of course. Whatever gave you
the idea that you wouldn't?"

We were dumbfounded. We'd hardly ever been on a
holiday before, and even those we had gone on were
with all the other adults and kids from the various
homes and were spent in cheap Bed and Breakfasts or
out-of-season holiday camps. I'd never even been out
of England before, and I was almost sure that Martin
hadn't either.

I was over-joyed at this revelation, and couldn't
resist giving Martin a quick hug, grinning from ear to
ear.

The conversation took a turn much for the better after
that and we offered what little we could in the way of
ideas.

"Anyway, enough of that," interrupted David. "We have
some other news for you."

We all turned to look at him .

"Jason is coming up for a couple of weeks at the end
of the month, if that's alright with you."

Another revelation. Someone actually asking US what we
thought, just as if what we said would make any
difference to the outcome.

"Jason's my cousin," Andrew interjected quickly, "You
know, the one I told you about." A sly wink told us to
be a bit careful what we said about him.

"Oh, yeah," I replied, "I remember."

"The only slight problem is where he's going to bed
down," David added. "In the past he's always used a
spare room, but now there isn't one."  He looked at us
expectantly, waiting for us to suggest something.

"Brilliant !! He can stay with me. I can give him the
camp bed or the spare mattress if he wants," Andrew
shouted, bouncing up and down as he always did when
excited. The promise of a visit from his erstwhile sex
partner was almost too much for him, which he realised
suddenly was not all that polite in front of us.

"Sorry!" he grinned, "But it's been absolutely ages
since I saw him and he's really good fun, you'll love
him!" He coloured up only slightly as we all three
realised the implications of the last part of his
outburst.

Much later that night, when we were as usual gathered
togther, in Andrew's room this time, we were nattering
about the things we planned to do during the school
holidays, when the subject of Jason came up.

"He's OK," gushed Andrew. "He's just like us, really.
Likes riding around on his bike a lot, swimming and
playing tennis. He's good at that." He rambled on
telling us all the things they'd done together in the
past. Although their sexual escapades weren't
mentioned directly, it was perfectly obvious that they
were at the back of Andrew's mind, as the slowly
growing bulge in his pyjamas showed.

That night was one of those that we didn't indulge in
any sort of `extra-curricular activities' as a house
parents once referred to them as. I suppose that we
had too many other things on our minds to think about
them; in any case we'd probably done enough that day
to satisfy ourselves, at least for the time being.
Sometime around 1am, we decided to call it a day and
retire to our own rooms, Martin and I being content
with our usual goodnight hug and kiss.  I assume
Andrew went off to sleep dreaming of Jason, and things
to come.  So did I as a matter of fact.

Not much of any interest happened for the next week or
so: what with the end of the school year coming up, we
had all sorts of tests and things as well as clearing
out our desks and lockers. Our sexual romps took a
sharp decline as we were usually too tired or busy
revising to be bothered. Martin and I spent more time
together than we had done for quite some time as very
often we were revising together and sometimes fell
asleep in each others rooms, frequently being woken up
with a gentle kiss or a beautiful slow wank.

Jason was due to arrive on the Sunday and we had spent
most of the Saturday morning dragging the camp bed
down from the attic, re-arranging Andrew's room and
making sure things were going to be as comfortable as
possible for him.  I suppose we were all a bit
apprehensive about his arrival; none of us were sure
if he would be cool enough to join us in our games.
Despite Andrew's insistence that he would be fine with
it, we didn't know him - it's all very well enjoying
sex fun with your cousin on a one-on-one basis, but
with two others to think about as well? At the very
least, Martin and I reasoned, we could be together and
leave Martin and Jason to their own devices - not an
ideal situation, but it was practical.

After we'd set the room up we decided to go down to
the park and have a game of tennis. We'd been told
that Jason was keen on it, and not wanting to show
ourselves up too much we agreed that a bit of practice
wouldn't come amiss.

The game had been going on for about an hour when
Andrew, who was standing close to the net was hit in
his balls by a wild shot from me.  I didn't mean to
hit it any where near as hard as I did, but it came
down towards me at such a perfect angle that I just
didn't think and smashed it as hard as I could.
Unluckily it just caught the top of the net and
rocketed onwards, straight into Andrew's most
sensitive area.

He collapsed on the ground, writhing in agony, his
hands cupping his genitals. He was too shaken even to
scream or cry: he just lay their staring wide eyed
into the distance, mouth wide open. Martin and I
rushed over to him and tried our best to calm him
down, but there was very little we could do or say to
improve things. I was terrified, and gabbled out all
sorts of apologies and things, feeling absolutely
powerless to make things better and seriously worried
that I'd caused some major damage.  After a while,
Andrew felt a bit better and managed to stand up
shakily, stammering out that it wasn't my fault, he
wasn't watching the ball closely enough.  It wasn't
true, of course, but he was kind enough even in his
pain to try and make me feel better!

Cautiously and with infinite care we walked/carried
Andrew to the changing rooms so we could inspect his
family jewels for any signs of damage.   Gingerly and
with infinite care we pulled the front of his tennis
shorts and underpants as far forwards as we could and
pulled them down to his ankles. Thank God there was no
blood, but his cock and balls were definitely a bright
pink colour, the exact spot where the ball hit showing
quite clearly.   Anxiously we stared, peering closely
for any cuts or bruises, Andrew most of all.
Experimentally he touched the affected area with his
finger tips and announced that he seemed to be
relatively undamaged, but they were ` a bit fucking
tender'!  We grinned with relief and relaxed a mite.
He was still in something of a state of shock of
course, as we were to a lesser extent; none of us even
thought of getting a boner as would undoubtedly have
happened in any other circumstances.  Eventually we
agreed that the best thing would be a shower, which we
hoped would offer some relief.  Still walking like an
un-horsed cowboy, Andrew led the way. For once we kept
well apart from each other under the spray, but still
keeping a watchful eye on our friend's genitals as he
massaged them delicately.  At last he managed a wry
smile and pronounced that he was feeling a lot better
now.

"Thank God!" Martin smiled, much relieved. "The only
thing now is that it wants kissing better, and I think
the person who should do that is ........." He turned
and winked at me.

I looked at Andrew for permission: which he gave in
his usual way by grinning at me and then staring at
his prick as it began rising to the occasion.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I grasped him on
the thighs and leaned forwards. As softly as I could,
I kissed his cock and balls all over, ensuring that I
didn't miss a spot. I even took hold of his by now
rampant boner and made sure the underside was treated
as well.  Unable to resist the temptation, I was
resigned to completing the job by taking the tip of
his manhood in my mouth and began to suck.

"No, not yet!" he sighed. " I think it would hurt too
much just yet!  But thanks anyway."

Not being in any position to argue, I stood up and
hugged him close.

"You OK now?" I whispered.

"Yeah. More or less. Thanks."

It took us a lot longer to walk home than it did
coming and it was well after tea-time that we got back
indoors. There was only a nominal complaint from
Audrey about our lateness, and even that was quickly
forgotten about once we'd explained why we were
delayed.

It took quite a bit of persuasion on all our parts not
to let Audrey whisk Andrew off to the bathroom for a
kit examination, Andrew protesting vigorously that he
was alright now, and didn't need anyone looking at his
bits, least of all his mother!   David satisfied
himself with a fatherly grin at his son once he was
assured that all was OK, and promised to buy us all
some jock straps.  We all blushed gracefully at this
and changed the topic of conversation to something
less personal.

Later that night, we did of course, inspect the goods
for damage once again.  This time we were all naked so
that we could compare and contrast with each other,
not only visually, but also with our fingertips, after
all there might be some strange lumps or bumps
somewhere.  Andrew assured us that he felt fine now,
and would welcome the opportunity to prove it.

Taking the hint, I manfully offered to be of what
little help I could.

"Well, perhaps you aught to cover my brutally
assaulted nether regions with a smoothing balm," he
announced. "And I've got just the thing."

Producing the much-abused jar of Vaseline, he passed
it to me.

Still being very wary, I smoothed the ointment on the
injured bits, making sure of course that every square
millimetre was anointed properly. It must have worked
because his implement rose up in approval and pointed
in my direction as if to say `Thank you, and please
don't stop'.

It was Andrew who caused me to pause in my
ministrations as he stated that there was only one
real test to see if it was broken, and that was to see
whether or not it would be able to do the job it had
recently been trained to do.

Feigning shock and horror, I said that he could test
it on me if he wanted, but only if he was certain that
it would be a true test.

In reply he pushed me onto the bed and gleefully said
that he would soon find out.  Retrieving the Vaseline
he enthusiastically smeared copious amounts of it
around my butt.  I felt the engorged tip of his cock
press lightly against my bud, resting there for a
moment before he increased the pressure gradually.
Without much effort and an ease which took me by
surprise rather, he slipped in. I felt the usual
thrill of excitement as he stopped for a while as he
took in his own sensations.

"Wonderful!" he moaned, "It's feeling better already!"

Ever so slowly he pressed harder and sank himself
deeply inside me, only stopping when I felt his few
pubes on my cheeks as he reached bottom.  He sighed
ecstatically.

Very gently he started to work himself back and forth,
alternating between short hard thrusts and long, deep
ones. He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly as he
did so.

Martin, unable to watch without joining in the fun
knelt astride my head and fed his own tumescent tool
into Andrew's willing mouth.  Getting into a slow,
passionate rhythm we all closed our eyes and let
ourselves be smothered by the overwhelming sensations
assaulting us.

I don't know whether it was the practice we'd had over
the past few weeks, or the events of the day, but we
managed for the first time to control our urges better
than we had ever done before.  We took ages enjoying
ourselves: none of us wanting to rush things to a
premature climax.  We even managed to stop once in a
while to vary our positions and experiment with new
ones - something we all enjoyed enormously I might
add.

Eventually, the inevitable had to happen.  It was
Andrew who lost it first, his thrusts in and out of my
happy love-tunnel getting faster and more urgent, his
body gasping open-mouthed for breath. With a final
deep thrust he shot his load deep inside my waiting
guts.  Martin, sensing what was happening let his
climax reach fruition and deposited his own
contribution straight down my partners parched gullet.

The only person not to come was me! But that was
immediately taken care of by Andrew, who, rolling off
me, frantically sucked my desperate boner into his
mouth and within two or three seconds had me shooting
for all I was worth, my seed joining Martin's.

We all collapsed together on the bed and waited for
reality to return.

"That was bloody fantastic!" was Andrew's first
comment.  "My dick has never had such a good
work-out."

We grinned at him, still laid with his eyes closed in
a post-orgasmic bliss.

"Yeah. It wasn't bad, was it. Especially for someone
with a fractured dick.  I must try and do it again if
that is the effect of being hit in the nuts by a ball
has on you."

He was even too tired to argue, just managing a wide
grin, and an appropriately mouthed "Bollocks!"

Chapter Eight.

On the Sunday morning, we dispensed with our normal
lay-in and got up early to get ready for Jason's
arrival.  A final tidy-up of the room, and space
cleared in the wardrobe for his clothes and we were
more or less ready.  He was due to arrive sometime
after ten o'clock in the morning, which must have
meant a very early start as they lived at least three
hours drive away.  Getting up on a Sunday well before
seven am was totally unheard of: I wasn't even sure if
there was such a time on a Sunday, never having
witnessed it.  In fact they turned up at just after
half past nine, the roads being clearer than they'd
expected.  Apparently the need for an early start was
because his parents had decided to take the
opportunity to have a holiday by themselves and were
due at the airport later that morning to catch their
flight.

We three boys were out in the back garden when they
arrived, messing about with a basketball, shooting
hoops. The first sign I had that they were here was
when Andrew dropped the ball on the grass and ran
whooping to the patio shouting a welcome to his
cousin.  Martin and I turned to look at him.

He wasn't at all bad looking. Not oustandingly
handsome I suppose, but well-built nevertheless, with
nicely filled T-shirt and shorts. Short black curly
hair, dark eyes and beautifully tanned arms and legs.
At least some of it was tan as far as I could tell:
what Andrew had never thought to mention was that he
wasn't of native British extraction.  He had a
beautiful olive-coloured skin, flawless as far as I
could see, and apart from that on his head, not a body
hair in sight!  He was wearing what he'd travelled up
in: a sloppy T-shirt, loose blue shorts and trainers.
There was no sign of bulge that I could see, despite
my best efforts to try and find one.

Eventually we were introduced, and shook hands rather
formally.  I don't know what I expected, but his voice
bore no trace of an accent, foreign or otherwise.  He
sounded OK though and seemed to be quite relaxed with
us.  Andrew ran through to the kitchen, grabbed a
six-pack of Coke and re-joined us just as we sat on
the lawn cross-legged. For a good few minutes, Martin
and I listened as they caught up with family news and
things. Gradually we joined in their conversation and
found that he was an easy-enough person to get on
with, and must have known that we were now part of
Andrew's family as he never asked who we were once he
got our names the right way round.  One thing we did
discover satisfied my curiosity: although his father
was English (David's brother in fact), his mother was
Egyptian.  They'd divorced some years ago and his
father had re-married. Apparently Jason was OK with
this and life was alright for him he said.  In fact he
was lucky because he even managed to spend a month or
so every year in Alexandria where his real mother now
lived with her new husband.

All too soon we were called back into the house as
Jayce's (No one ever calls me `Jason' unless I'm in
the shit. His smile was devastating!)  were leaving.
After a rapid goodbye and an even quicker unloading of
the car, we went back inside.  We dragged his luggage
up to his and Andrew's room, dropped them on the floor
and before starting to unpack were called downstairs
again.

"Come on," Audrey said, "I can't be bothered to cook
today. We'll eat out somewhere."

This was a bit of an adventure for us as it wasn't
very often that we went out to eat on a Sunday,
especially for lunch. The only places open were the
local bars and hotels, where in fact you could have a
pretty good meal at a reasonable price.  The one we
chose to dine at had a fairly good menu, but no tables
big enough to seat all six of us together.
Consequently us four boys got a table to ourselves
whilst David and Audrey managed to get a meal together
for once without us lot being a pest!

Once we'd ordered and got our various meals, we
chatted idly whist we ate. Another thing which I
discovered, with some degree of awe, was that Jayce
spoke Arabic almost as well as English. I don't know
why, but this really impressed me for some reason.
The other thing which engaged my interest were the
sleeping arrangements.  Andrew apologised to his
cousin for having to doss down with him in his
bedroom, but as there were no other rooms available,
he didn't have much choice unless he wanted to sleep
downstairs on the sofa.
"I'm OK with that," he replied, "It sounds like fun.
Like camping out but in a house," he grinned.

"Yeah, and the other thing is that, well, sometimes we
all get together when mum and dad are in bed and
sortta have a chat and things."  He looked at Jayce as
he said this, watching him. The implications of what
he was saying weren't lost on either Martin or myself.

There was only the slightest hesitation and a look
which could have been disappointment flashed across
his face.  "That's cool," he said, "I like that."

"And in any case, once those two dumbos are asleep, we
can talk as much as we like for as long as we like in
our own room, by ourselves." Once again, the import
wasn't lost on anyone, although Martin and me weren't
supposed to have a clue what they were really talking
about.  This time there was no mistaking the look of
relief which Jayce displayed.

Much later that evening we were all in Andrew's room
watching as Jayce's things were stowed away in the
draws and cupboards we'd cleared that morning.
Nothing usual there except that I noted he wore boxer
shorts, most of which were in bright, patterned
colours. Noted also with interest were the two pairs
of swimming costumes, unbelievably small and  I almost
sprung a boner thinking of him wearing them and it
took quite an effort to stop it, in the process my
mind drifting along its well-trodden and familiar
route.  I was trying to guess what he was like 'in
that department'.  I'd heard all sorts of stories
about the size of foreigners dicks, most of which I
didn't believe of course, but there was still that
lingering thought ........ .

Supper was called and interrupting our get-together we
trooped downstairs to join Audrey and David for a
late-night snack and drink.  Soon afterwards we
returned to our own rooms and prepared for bed: Andrew
and Jayce together, Martin and I in our own rooms.
Almost immediately there was a tap on the connecting
door and Martin came in carrying his pyjama trousers.
It wasn't unusual for us to get changed together, it
was another sign that we were close enough to enjoy
the company and chat as we got undressed. He sat next
to me on the bed as started to strip off.

"What do you think of him?" I was asked as he removed
his shoes and socks.

"Dunno yet. He seems OK though. Friendly enough."

"Yeah."

Having got rid of my T-shirt and trousers, I scratched
my balls as I searched around for my pyjamas. This
inevitably led to my next question.  "Did you manage
to get any idea of how much he's got?"

"Naah. You?" I glanced at my partner as he spoke. He
was naked by now, stretching, arms pointed skywards
and his back arched, giving me a perfect view of those
parts of him which I admired so much and knew so well.
 His soft cock was hanging loose, just a bit longer
than his balls.  A quick image of it nestling in my
mouth or working its wicked way in my butt flashed
through my mind.

"No," he said relaxing and grinning at me as he knew
exactly what I'd been admiring.

I lay back, still naked with my  arms under my head as
I pondered.  "Do think we'll ever know?"

Martin sat on the edge by my waist and stroked my hair
as he said softly, "I'd like to think so.  It could be
fun."

"Yeah, I hope so too.  What do you think they're doing
now?"

Martin turned to face me and whispered, "If they've
got any sense, the same as us," as he leaned over to
kiss me.  Instantly I lost all interest in what anyone
else was doing, put my arms round my lover and
returned the kiss deeply. I am never so happy as when
we are together like this. Just him and me, alone with
just our love between us: no one to stop us, no one to
care. Perfect peace and tranquillity.

"Love you!" I said quietly.

"Me too!"

He stretched out alongside me, twisting his legs round
mine and hugged me tightly.   We kissed and cuddled
for a few minutes, completely submersed in our mutual
passion and tenderness.

Inevitably, our pride and joys began to make their
presence felt. I reached down and took hold of
Martin's hardening dick and toyed with it, watching as
it slowly enlarged. I moaned as I felt him grasp mine
with his full fist and squeeze it gently.

"Mmmmmmm, that's nice," I sighed.

"Yeah, it's just what I need right now, but I think
we'd better wait, don't you? Just in case."

Reluctantly I agreed and released him.  Scrabbling
round, we found our pyjama trousers and put them on,
trying our best to hide our frustration and
reluctantly softening pricks. We remained on the bed
cross-legged, chattering together about anything
except sex!  Ten minutes later, there was another tap
at my door, closely followed by the entrance of Jayce
and Andrew.

"Wotcha!" He laughed as he leaped onto the bed,
landing on top of me.

Struggling to get upright, I was more than pleased to
see that both of them were in their pyjamas. Andrew,
with just his normal pyjama trousers on and Jayce with
a pair of very brief and loose cotton shorts. Jayce
stood in the doorframe, a little embarrassed I suppose
at the situation he'd found himself in.

"Come on, join us," Martin encouraged.  "Welcome to
the Late Night Secret Club." Taking Jayce by the
wrist, he sat him on the bed next to him.  Jayce
relaxed slightly as he took his place.

"So, what's it like where you live?" I asked him.

We spent a good half-hour listening to him rattle on
about his home, the kids at school and all the other
stuff he thought we might be interested in. When he
began to talk about the house in Egypt I pricked my
ears up as my mind filled with delicious erotic images
of all those naked and semi-naked beautiful Egyptian
boys running around the desert.  Futilely, I tried to
clear my mind as I was conscious of the fact that I
was getting aroused again.  I shifted my position a
bit in an attempt to hide my semi-rigid tool from
Jayce.

Certainly, my two brothers were aware of why I'd
moved, and Jayce probably was too, but I wasn't going
to be the first one to venture into that region, at
least not tonight.  If anyone, it had to be Andrew to
start the ball rolling in that direction.  Which he
did.

"What's the Arabic for prick?" he asked mischievously
of Jayce.

"You know. I've told you before," Jayce said,
blushing.

"I forgot." he obviously lied, "In any case these two
don't know."

Jayce gabbled something incomprehensible, not to say
unpronounceable.

"That's not what you told me before," Andrew said,
looking peeved.

"Well, that's the proper word. But," and here he
dropped his voice to a whisper, "We usually call it a
zubra."

"That's it!" he laughed gleefully, "Zubra! Zubra!"

>From then on, a frenzy of language teaching took off.
In just a few minutes we'd learned a whole dictionary
of impossibly difficult words for the various body
parts, most of which were obscene enough never to be
used in any sort of normal conversation!   Again, it
was Andrew who took the conversation to a different
plane: this time directed in a much more practical
one.

He unfastened the button holding his pyjamas up and
giggled, "Look, my zubra's got all hard! I wonder
why?"

We all turned to stare. There was only the slightest
hint of embarrassment from Jayce: he certainly took
his time peering at the spectacle, smiling nervously
at Martin and me. Both of us also noticed a slight but
interesting movement in his shorts.

"Bet you've all got one too," Andrew grinned at me,
Martin and Jayce in turn

Martin quipped back, " Yeah, and it's bigger than
yours, see?" He also slipped his trousers down for the
inspection.

"Me too!" I added, throwing open my fly.

Jayce didn't seem as shocked at our displays as I
thought he might have been. There was only a moments
hesitation before his shorts were dropped, his manhood
springing into view before us.
I almost lost it there and then, my cock giving an
approving twitch as I absorbed what was in front of
me.  His prick was beautiful.  More than that - it was
magnificent!  Different from ours, but still
captivating in its full glory.

It must have been about an inch longer than either
Martin's or mine, but thinner. Oh, so beautifully
thinner!  It reminded me of a rolled-up piece of
parchment, the same diameter all the way down from the
root to the corona, which was plain for all to see as
he had been circumcised which added infinitely to its
attractiveness.  I gasped audibly.

"That's nice!" I managed to stammer out: a masterpiece
of understatement.

"Yeah. Brilliant!" Martin agreed.

Jayce smiled happily and visibly relaxed.

The final step of Jayce's initiation into our `club'
was taken by Andrew, who grasped Jayce's erection with
his fist and rubbed it up and down several times.

"Told you it'd be fun," he giggled at Jayce. "We're
always doing this, aren't we?" he added, looking at
the two of us for confirmation.

"Err, yeah, I s'pose we are," Martin said, obviously
in as much awe at this new plaything as I was.

There was silence for a few moments as we each took in
the feast before us, our joint erections getting
harder at the sight.  Before we became embarrassed at
the quietness, Martin asked Jayce softly, "What sort
of things have you done?"

He glanced at Andrew before answering. "It's OK, you
can tell," Andrew said, "I've told `em some of the
things anyway."

"Well, I've messed about a bit with my cousin and some
boys at school. We've - err - jerked off together and
- err - sucked and ..." He stumbled to a silence, not
sure whether he ought to say any more I guess.

"Brilliant! We've done the same," Martin commented,
"All three of us."

We broke out in fits of giggles as the remaining
tenseness in the atmosphere evaporated.  The `club'
which hadn't existed as far as I was aware until about
twenty minutes ago, was now fully in session.

 My bed was quite big enough when there was just the
three of us messing about, especially when we were
being particularly friendly, but didn't allow four of
us to get comfortable and so we de-camped to the floor
and sort of lay in a circle, all stretched out, heads
resting on our arms.

It wasn't long before we were relating some of the
things we'd done, or had done to us in our short
sexual lives - the people we'd had fun with, and where
we'd `done things'.  It occurred to me that perhaps it
might be a good idea at some stage to let Jayce see
the diary I'd written (and hadn't touched for ages, I
thought), but that meant telling him things about me
and Martin that were best kept secret, at least for
the time being anyway.  We were all interested in
Jayce's experiences, Andrew just as much as me and
Martin as most of it was not only new to him, but also
a bit of a surprise as he had never thought that he
was messing about with anyone else except him; not
that it mattered of course, he'd just never thought
about it.  In some respects it was easier for Jayce to
get together with his mates than it was for Andrew as
they didn't live very close to anyone else he was that
friendly with, which meant that he was allowed to go
out on his bike almost as much as he liked to meet up
with them.. He also spent a good few nights sleeping
over with his mates.  The best times, he said,  were
when they went out camping together.  They never went
too far away, in fact less than two or three miles
away as a rule, but were on their own.  Apparently it
was a bit of a problem at first because very often one
or other of their parents would appear out of the blue
`just to check they were OK'.  To begin with, sex fun
wasn't really on the agenda, but as the universally
known, but unwritten `Things For Boys To Do When
Camping' rules came into play, things changed.

Once their parents knew they could cope alright and
that they were in no danger, then visits became fewer
and fewer and ceased altogether once one of them had a
mobile phone with which to keep in touch. Only once
did they nearly get caught, Jayce grinned, when they'd
accidentally turned the phone off and his dad had
suddenly descended on them. Luckily they weren't doing
anything except talking and apart from a bollocking
everything was good.

"Wish I'd been there," Martin said enviously, "I've
never been proper camping before."
"Neither have I," I added.

Thus started the beginnings of a sort of idea that we
would try and go out camping sometime whilst Jayce was
here, a plan which appealed to all of us.  This
diversion took us away from any other thoughts we may
have had, but not for too long, as Andrew reminded us.

"It'd be fun; think of all the jerk-offs we could
have. Whenever and wherever we wanted!" He stared into
space dreamily, smiling to himself and stimulating his
softened prick back to life.

"Randy sod! Can't you ever think of anything else?"
Jayce said as he reached over and gave Andrew's tool a
hard squeeze.

"Nope." Andrew conceded and returned the compliment.

This of course led to a rough and tumble, the two
naked boys rolling about the floor trying to grab each
other's testicles playfully.  Martin and I left them
to it as we turned to face each other and wrapped our
arms round our waists.  Slowly we came together and
kissed as we ran our fingers through our hair before
exploring our burgeoning erections sensuously as we
had done so many times.

All thoughts of our friends, involved in their own
game, departed as we lost ourselves in our own world.
We'd messed around together maybe hundreds of times by
now, but I never ceased to be surprised by the
intensity and passion with which we engulfed ourselves
- it was like the first time every time. No one I knew
had the same effect on me as Martin: he only had to
look at me the right way, or touch my hand, for me to
go all gloopy and soppy.  I suppose I'd grow out of it
one day, but at least for now I hoped I never would.


Little signals from Martin informed me that he was
feeling more than usually randy that night, due no
doubt to the same reason that I was - the arrival of a
prospective new partner.

"Do you wanna?" he whispered.

I looked over at Andrew and Jayce to see what they
were doing, and as they were deeply engrossed in
69'ing each other, I replied, "Yeah, oh yeah!" I
replied. "Do it now!"

I lay on my back, knees raised, watching as he readied
himself.  As if by magic the jar of Vaseline appeared
and I waited impatiently as he smoothed it on.   Time
stood still as I felt the first contact of his
cockhead against my more than ready butt. In one
smooth move, he slid in deeper and deeper until I knew
he could go no further.  Resting my legs on his
shoulders, I rested, eyes closed, savouring every
delicious millimetre of him. Infinitely slowly he
began to move back and forth, little by little at
first but soon building up to a long, drawn-out fuck
that we hoped would go on forever.  Two or three times
I felt him get close to cumming, but each time he
stopped, leaned over and gave me a deep
tongue-twisting kiss.  Despite our determined efforts
to prolong our love-making as long as humanly
possible, the inevitable had to happen. I felt his
organ throb as he began to lose control and thrust
himself almost viciously into me. I groaned and
thrashed about the floor as he deposited his
love-juice, only stopping when I felt my own prick
swell before covering  us both with my own unifying
happiness.

With great reluctance, we managed to separate
ourselves apart and lay arm-in-arm in our post-coital
bliss looking over at the other two.

By now, Jayce was knelt on the floor, butt in the air,
his head resting on his folded arms.  Andrew had his
dick pointed at Jayce's hole and was obviously
frustrated at not being able to what he so much wanted
to do.  I immediately saw what the problem was:
inexperienced as he was, he hadn't realised the need
for some sort of lubricant and was trying to dry fuck
Jayce, with the inevitable result.  Disentangling
myself from my lover, I reached over and spread the
jelly quickly over his red-hot poker of a prick.
Scooping up another glob of jelly, I smeared it on
Jayce's waiting hole.  This was the first time I'd
actually touched him apart from shaking hands earlier,
and was amazed at how smooth and silky his skin felt.
Rather to my surprise, I felt my tool starting to
harden up again.  Trying to ignore it, I concentrated
on my delight at being given the unexpected joy of
touching him.  Once I'd made sure he was thoroughly
prepared, I encouraged Andrew to try once again.

This time it worked.  There was an almost audible pop
as his cockhead slipped through the resisting muscle.
Jayce winced as he felt it and let out a painful moan.

"You OK?" Andrew whispered, "Shall I take it out?"

"No," he grimaced, "Just give us a sec. It'll be OK
soon." This was followed seconds later by, "OK. Go on,
slowly though."

Gradually Andrew eased himself in, centimetre by
centimetre.  After what seemed an age, he was buried
as deep as he was able. Resting for a moment, he gave
one of his killer-smiles as he announced gleefully
that he'd made it!

Then he began to move back and forth, watching with
fascination as his prick appeared and disappeared in
and out of his partner.  Both boys were in ecstasy,
sighing with pleasure as their combined efforts
delighted them both.  From experience, Martin and I
knew they wouldn't last long - they hadn't the
practice that we'd had. Yet. Jayce was struggling
desperately to reach his own beautifully rigid cock,
but couldn't manage it, each time he tried he almost
fell over as Andrew thrust himself down.  I decided to
help out.  Laying alongside them both, I reached under
and took hold of what Jayce couldn't reach.  This was
what I wanted and dreamed of ever since that first
sight of him.  Even before that I suppose, thinking
back to when Andrew had first told us about him.

I just held my hand there, fixing the memory in my
mind as I stared at his pride and joy.   Slowly I
began to jerk him off, trying to time it so the rhythm
matched that of Andrew.  I was just starting to
seriously enjoy myself when things began to happen.
Thinking how lucky I was, I heard Andrew let out a
long sigh, and with his whole body shaking, collapsed
on top of Jayce.  They both rolled over, leaving me
hanging on to a still rock-hard cock. Almost without a
pause, I carried on.  Once - Twice, and on the third
stroke he shot his massive load, his small frame
jerking and thrashing with his climax.  Not a lot of
spunk, but delivered with a fantastically violent
passion.  It was many seconds before either of them
could speak:  it was Jayce who managed to stammer out,
"That was the best ever. Jesus!"

Andrew was still knocked out, satisfied to lay on the
floor, breathing heavily and grinning.

Much to my surprise I saw that Jayce's cock hadn't
softened completely, and there was a little string of
spunk hanging on to the head.  Automatically I took
him into my mouth and sucked.  Instantly he hardened
completely as I enjoyed myself.  Somewhere in the far
distance I was dimly aware of a series of `ooh's' and
aaah's' before I was rewarded with my present. My
mouth seemed to be filled with just as much juice as
he'd produced earlier, and happily I swallowed it all.

Now it was Jayce's turn to be stunned into silence. He
just stared at me, with a slight smile on his face,
completely speechless.

What I hadn't noticed, not surprisingly, was that the
other two had been busily engaged in a 69 of their own
as we were satisfying ourselves.  It's amazing how
many times one can cum with the right sort of
stimulation!

After these Olympian efforts, it wasn't long before we
were all ready for our own beds.  Exhausted, we
managed to stagger our way to our rooms and spent the
remainder of the night dreaming of things to cum.


Chapter Nine.

Things drifted along quite merrily after that first
night. Don't get me wrong, sex wasn't a major part of
our daily life: it was important of course, but was
taken in much the same way as bike riding or playing
on the computer or whatever. It was there to be
enjoyed whenever we were in the mood and the
opportunity was there. It was only rarely that we made
a special effort, in daylight at least, to find
somewhere to have some fun.  Nine times out of ten we
were quite content with a hastily grabbed kiss or
fumble in the trouser area when we thought we would
get away with it. Neither were we `in each other's
pockets' all the time.  It isn't easy to engage a
group of four active boys all at the same time day
after day, and in any case we sometimes got bored even
with each other. Times were spent alone, or in the
company of one or other of the gang.  The pleasing
thing was that at the end of each day when we had a
`club' meeting, we usually had lots of things to tell
each other.  The sex sessions weren't always frantic
and debauched.  Oftentimes we would be quite content
with a group feel and communal wank as much as
anything else.  It was knowing that we could go more
or less as far as we wanted I suppose, that kept
things fairly low key mostly.  Of the four of us,
Andrew was by far the most demanding in the way of
physical activities.  Having got used to the idea that
he could almost have sex on demand was a little too
much I guess at his age. Martin and I carried on in
our usual way.  Sex was beginning to play less and
less of a central role in our lives, good though it
was when it happened.  We didn't feel the need to
express our physical love for each other in this way
as much as we used to.  Simply being near each other
and touching once in a while were enough. Even the
knowing  eye contact was sufficient, the feelings for
one another confirmed silently and secretly.

Jayce, too, had found his level.  Most of the time he
spent with his cousin, naturally, and they made the
most of it.  Once in a while though he felt like a
change and would then seek out either Martin or
myself.  This didn't seem to upset Andrew very much as
it also meant he could have a break from finding
things to do for his mate.

It was one of these times that I found myself taking
Jayce swimming at the lido in town.  I'd wanted a
change from messing about in the house or in the park
and had decided to take myself off. As far as the
others were concerned, they were quite happy to stay
at home - or at least I thought they were.  As I was
in my room, packing things together, Jayce walked in
and asked where I was going.  When I told him what I
was doing, he asked if I would mind if he tagged
along.  Although I was looking forward to spending
some time by myself, I didn't really object to his
company as I hadn't spent all that much time alone
with him up to now and welcomed the chance to get to
know him a bit better.

The town lido we have has a communal changing area,
and I was glad to note that he stood a little away
from me as he changed, acting just as you might expect
a normal, shy youngster to behave. He took great pains
to make sure that I didn't get so much as a glimpse of
his tackle, even knowing it as well as I did.
Once changed, I ran out to the pool and dived in,
doing a rapid couple of breadths as I got used to the
water.  It was then I noticed Jayce sitting on the
edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the water,
staring at them.  I swam over and trod water as I
asked him what the matter was.

"Can't swim," he said sulkily.

I wondered why, then, he'd asked to come with me, and
also remembered that Andrew had said that he liked
swimming. Pushing this thought to one side, I asked if
he wanted to learn.

"Ok, then," he said, still looking a bit pissed off.

I took him down to the shallow end and persuaded him
to stand in the water, up to his waist.  After having
him duck under the water once or twice to get used to
being under the water, I got him to lay on the surface
of the pool as I supported him with my hands on his
chest and waist.  Gradually he learned how to
breast-stroke, gaining in confidence all the time.  In
all honesty, I was concentrating so much on Jayce that
any thoughts other than teaching him didn't cross my
mind. Until, that is, I felt him move his body
forwards on my hands so that I was supporting him with
one hand over his cock and balls.  Even this wouldn't
have been a problem if I hadn't discovered he has a
full boner on!  As soon as he knew that I'd felt it,
he turned to face me and gave me one of Andrew's
special wicked smiles!  Wriggling from my hands, he
dropped into the water and gave my balls a quick feel
as he swam round me and down the pool at a speed which
was not that of a non-swimmer. The little rat-bag had
tricked me!  Pretending that I was annoyed, I chased
after him and only caught up with him after some
difficulty.  Dunking him under the water, I held him
tightly round the waist and pulled him to the side of
the pool as he surfaced.

"Rat-bag!" I hissed at him, still holding him tightly.


He knew I wasn't really annoyed with him, and pleased
that he'd managed to fool me for so long.  He squirmed
his body round so he was facing me and wrapped his
legs round my waist, his arms folding round my neck.
I could feel his still hard cock against my belly as
he raised a knee into my groin and rubbed my balls
gently.

"Sorry! You don't mind, do you?"

Who could be angry?  I pecked him on the neck quickly
and threw him backwards into the water as punishment.
Quickly surfacing, he swam back to me and pushed me
over, smiling all the time. For the next couple of
hours we played around the pool, enjoying ourselves
immensely, even managing to squeeze in a game of
`Gotcha' once in a while.    Eventually, even we got
tired, and climbed out the pool to get changed.  This
time when we showered and dried, we were closer to
each other, but still maintaining that respectful
distance from each other, just in case anyone came in.
 The only slight problem we had was in the shower
area, but a rapid dousing with cold water soon cured
any difficulties we may have had in that direction!

Ambling our way to the bus stop soon after, Jayce put
an arm round my shoulders, looked at me, and asked,
"Do we have to go back yet?"

The implication was obvious in his eyes.  My cock
thought so too as it made its presence felt.  "No, I
don't suppose so, although we don't have that much
time."

"Great!" he grinned, "Where can we go?"

"Well, there's the games arcade, the park, the,
......."

"No, stupid!  I mean WHERE CAN WE GO?"

I pretended not to have a clue as to what he was
talking about, and said that there wasn't anywhere
else to go, except home.

It took a second or so for the penny to drop.
"Pig!"he grinned at me, "You know what I mean don't
you?"

Now we were even and I smiled down at him.  "Well, we
could always take the other bus home and walk back
across the fields and through the wood, I suppose,"
giving him  brotherly squeeze.

He skipped with delight, agreeing that was a most
excellent idea!

So it was then, that half an hour later we found
ourselves treading through the small wood about a mile
from home. Because the rarely-used path was so narrow,
we had to walk in single file, with me leading the
way. This was a problem as every so often I would feel
a small hand on my butt, or sliding between my legs.
When we reached more or less the middle of the wood, I
suddenly turned round, grabbed Jayce, picked him up
and hugged him tightly.

"Now, what was it you wanted?  Would you like to
explain why you insisted we came here?"   He could
tell I was joking of course, and leaned over to
whisper in my ear something delightfully  obscene: not
at all the sort of thing two innocent young boys
should even know about, let alone put into words.

"Really?" I replied, looking shocked.  "I'm not at all
sure I know what you're talking about. Perhaps you'd
be good enough to show me?"

The game was suspended for a while as we searched for
a suitable place to settle down.

Once squirrelled  away in the shadow of an oak tree
and the towels spread on the ground, we lay looking at
each other, savouring the anticipation for a moment.

Slowly he began to strip off. First his T-shirt,
pulled over his head and thrown to one side. Then his
shoes and socks. Then he sat up, pushed his shorts and
pants down, wriggled out of them and tossed them over
to the rest of his clothes.  He sat back on his heels,
looking at me expectantly.  Rather quicker than him, I
stripped off, my own clothes making an untidy pile
beside me. And there we were, facing each other sat
back on our heels, hands on our knees.

We stared at each other's dicks, watching as they
rapidly grew.  I was still entranced by the beauty of
his tackle. I'd handled it a quite a few times by now,
and was still captivated by it. Not taking my eyes
away for a second, I stretched out, silently inviting
him to join me.  Taking the lead from me, he slid over
and pressed his prick against mine as he lay.

Experimentally, I leaned over and kissed his softly on
the lips.  It seemed as if he wasn't used to this, or
didn't like it much as he didn't respond, his mouth
remaining firmly closed. `Never mind,' I thought, `It
isn't really important.'

Feeling a gentle pressure on my waist, I took the hint
and rolled over, putting my back to him.  Without
wasting any time, I felt his cock push its way between
my ass cheeks, eagerly seeking out its home.  I knew
that this was what he wanted to do, but if he wanted
to enjoy it properly, as I most certainly did, then it
was important that it was made as easy as possible.

"Wait a minute," I whispered, you'll need something on
it."

Turning half back I spat on my hand and reached down
to lubricate his weapon.  Much to my surprise, the
amount of pre-cum already there was amazing. I'd never
noticed it before, but he made enormous amounts of it,
much more than I did. Or Martin for that matter.

Gratefully, I spread it around, listening as he moaned
and groaned as I did so. The comparatively little bit
I produced I used on myself.  "Now we're ready," I
sighed. "Go for it."

Once again I turned back and waited.  This time there
was no difficulty. No sooner did I feel him touch me
in that most personal place than I opened up as if by
reflex.  Gently it made its way in, filling me with
delight as I felt his incredible length work its way
down.  It seemed to go on forever, and because of its
thinness, caused me no pain at all.  Soon he was as
far as he could get, and he stopped, relishing the
moment.  Then he started. Pulling it out to almost its
full length, he just as slowly pushed it back. Four,
five times he did this, moaning with sheer pleasure.
I took hold of my own cock, masturbating myself in
time to his thrusts.  Once he'd got the rhythm going,
he reached over, pushed my hand out of the way and
fisted by cock in time with his thrusting.  He began
to work a little faster. But after a bit of
encouragement from me, with a request that I'd like
this to go on for ever, he strived to keep to an even,
slow pace.  I was in heaven.  The entire world could
have come to an end just then, I would never have
known.  The only feeling I had was that magnificent,
warm, all-consuming filling of my body and a beautiful
massaging of my love tool. There was nothing else I
could think of that could make me any happier than I
was at that moment.

"I can't wait any longer," I heard him gasp, "I gotta
....."

Then he started to fuck me in earnest.  Back and forth
he raged, my body jumping with each downstroke. He
stopped jerking me and I concentrated on making it as
enjoyable for him as I could, alternately clenching
and releasing by butt cheeks.  As I felt that final,
desperate thrust from behind, I knew he'd made it.  He
tried, mostly successfully, to stifle a scream as he
purged himself deep inside me.  I came in sympathy, my
spunk leaping from my over-excited organ as if jet
propelled.  My ass cheeks clenched one more time,
squeezing the last drop from his balls.

I felt him relax as I recovered from my orgasm. No
attempt was made to pull himself out though. He was
perfectly happy to leave it where it was.  And so was
I.

I'd hardly recovered my breath when, much to my
amazement, I felt his cock stir inside me. Christ! He
was hardening again, already!  Fascinated, I
concentrated on the novel sensation as he gradually
regained his erection. This time, the fuck was much
slower and passionate, done very much for pure
pleasure and not the desperate need to unload his
balls.  He was enjoying this second round just as
much, if not more, than the one he'd just so sweetly
done. So was I.  It seemed as if we'd been united for
ever as he gently made love to me. The once-urgent
rush for release having been assuaged, he worked
slowly and gently, perhaps for the first time gaining
real pleasure from it.  He even managed to produce a
second spurt of cum for me, which is more than I could
do!

Eventually he had to drag himself from me, however
reluctant he was.

"I'd never believe it," he gasped out, "Twice
together!"

Rolling over to face him, I ignored the trickle of
warm spunk that was leaking its way out of my slowly
closing hole. Taking his face between my hands, I
whispered, "That was brilliant. I really enjoyed
that."

"So did I! So did I!" he replied.

I put my lips on his, intending to give him just a
slight peck to thank him when he threw his arms round
my neck and kissed me passionately, his tongue
frantically searching for mine.  Taking me completely
by surprise, I was breathless as he worked his tongue
round my mouth.

"That's another first," he grinned widely, "I've never
really got into that before, but now I know what it's
all about!"

We took a slow walk home not long after, hand in hand
and sharing a glance and smile once in a while.  We
agreed that it was perhaps best not to say too much
about our newly-found passion to the others, after all
we had their feelings to consider.  Having a fuck
together wasn't that much of a deal, we agreed, but
doubted that being told exactly how much we'd both
enjoyed it would not be good for long-term
relationships.  As it turns out, we needn't have
bothered too much on that score.

As was to be expected, Martin and Andrew had found
their own way of entertaining themselves. We were all
sat in my room later that night, chatting over the
day's events. Jayce and I had given a more-or-less
honest account of our doings, including a brief
relating of our fuck-feast in the woods. All through
our conversation though, I could tell Andrew was just
bursting to tell us what he'd been doing.  Eventually
we relented and gave Andrew his head (no pun intended,
honestly!)

They'd decided to go out for a ride on their bikes
soon after we left, and having made a quick packed
lunch headed out for the countryside. Their original
aim had been to make foe the coast, which was about
twenty miles away, but because of the hot weather and
the forgotten-about hills, they'd given that idea up
and gone exploring instead.  After some time they
found an old derelict farm and began to explore it.
Most of the buildings were in ruins, the house having
long-since lost its roof and floors, the barn a haven
for God-knows what sort of wild life. Only the stables
were in anything like a reasonable condition, and so
that was where they'd started.

It must have been a dairy farm at some time because
the building was still relatively clean inside and not
too smelly.  There was even an old-fashioned pump in
the corner, which after some persuasion managed to
produce quite drinkable water.   Having satisfied
their thirst, it was inevitable that a water-fight
started and before long they were both exhausted and
soaked through to the skin. Shivering as well: the
pump-water was very cold.

Once outside, they'd found a secluded-ish corner of
the farm buildings and divested themselves of their
T-shirts and shorts, and draped them over the wall to
dry off, leaving their underpants on just in case of
the unlikely event of anyone passing by.

"We were sat with our backs to the wall, knees drawn
up to our chests, watching a kestrel wheeling about in
the sky when Andrew dropped his bombshell on me,"
Martin contributed.

"What?" I asked, intrigued.

"A bloody condom!" he laughed.

We all giggled at the thought of this.

"Where'd you get that?" Jayce enquired.

"One of the kids at school gave it to me ages ago and
I'd sortta forgotten about it until we were clearing
my room out the other day when I found it again."

Martin went on to say that Andrew pretended he'd never
seen one before and asked what it was. Once he'd had
it explained to him, of course he had to try it on.
"When he read the packet," Martin laughed, "he started
giggling and looked at me."

"Why's it say `Lemon Flavoured' on it," he spluttered
out, just as it dawned on him why.  "But that means
people must ...........!" He left the sentence
dangling.  It hadn't occurred to him that other people
might get just as much pleasure from sucking dick as
we do.

"That means hundreds of people must - well - you know
what I mean," Andrew continued thoughtfully. "But why
Lemon?  Can you get others?"

I told him you probably could, but I'd never thought
about it before.

"Wonder if they make dick flavoured ones?  I'd like
those the best!" Andrew mused as he tore open the
packet and examined the contents.

He tried to put it over his dick, Martin went on, but
first he got it the wrong way round and it kept
falling off, he laughed. I had to show him how to put
it on.

This was something Martin and me had never discussed
before, and I wondered idly how he knew what to do.

"When he got it unrolled, it looked really weird,
hanging round his cock like a soggy balloon or
something.  The bloody thing was enormous, a lot
bigger than this tiny prick anyway," Martin said as he
playfully grabbed Andrew's boner.

"Bollocks!  It was too big for you as well," he
retorted.

"Anyway, I took it off Andrew and put it on mine. It
wasn't that easy once it'd been unrolled, but I sortta
managed it. And he's right,  it was still fucking big,
even on me."   We all knew that there wasn't all that
much difference in size between them, so no surprise
there then.

"The big problem came a bit later though.  Andrew
wanted to screw me with the condom on, and so I
agreed, never having had it done before.  One thing
the bloody thing was good for," he continued, "was
make it easier for him to get in me.  Anyway, we had a
good fuck session and a laugh at the same time. But
when he took his thing out of me, the damn rubber
stayed inside!  I didn't know anything about this
until Andrew burst into fits of giggles behind me.
Even when he stood in front, showing me his cock, it
took a minute or so before I realised what he was
laughing about.   I tried to reach behind and grab the
end of it, but I couldn't get a grip of it, it was too
slippery.  Even when Andrew tried, it was hard.   It
didn't help either when he said, `not to worry,  the
next dump I took would be pre-packaged and
lemon-scented!'   Luckily, he eventually managed to
get just the end of it and pull it out.  Tell you what
though," he interjected, "it didn't half hurt when he
pinged it against my arse!"

By now we were in fits of laughter at the thought of
his predicament, and weren't surprised when Andrew
completed the story by adding, "And do you know what,
to cap it all, he made me give him a bloody blow job
to punish me!"
Soon after that the party died down and everyone went
off to bed, Martin excepted, who stayed with me for a
while.

"Good day?" he asked.

"Yeah. Not bad.  You"

"Yeah, OK. But missed you though."

I felt a bit guilty as we chatted, perhaps I'd had
too-good-a-day I thought.  There was a slight air of
tension between us, but the more we talked the better
we felt and before long were back to our old selves
again, the events of the day remembered fondly I
suppose, but nothing serious enough had happened to
change our love for each other.   After we hugged each
other, he left and I crept into bed, and was soon in a
deep sleep.

Chapter Ten.

Life continued pretty well as had become normal for
the next couple of weeks.  I think that both Martin
and I felt a bit less guilty about having fun with
Andrew or Jayce by ourselves once in a while.  We were
learning that it wasn't necessary to keep ourselves
just for each other all the time, a change once in a
while was good for both of us - it stopped us becoming
complacent, or even bored with each other.

Martin and Jayce also managed to get themselves into a
sort of routine.  Just the same as us, they spent a
lot of time together and even got their sex drives
under control - more or less.  It was amusing to watch
them vanish for an hour once in a while, only for them
to re-appear looking flushed, with slightly
embarrassed grins.  Not that we ever did that of
course!

Only once was there a problem with this.  It was late
afternoon, just before tea, and the two cousins had
been off somewhere for a bit of fun. Rushing back from
where-ever they'd secreted themselves, Martin and I
noticed that in their rush to get back, they'd swapped
shorts!  Not having the time to change them before we
were called into the house, we hurriedly pointed out
the problem to them and shrugged our shoulders, as if
to say `you're on your own with this one!'

 It was Audrey who spotted the change immediately they
entered the kitchen. She looked at the two boys and
raised her eyebrows questioningly.  Andrew, looking
suitably embarrassed, pretended to have just realised
what they'd done.

"Oh, err, sorry about that, we've just had a shower
and we must have got `em mixed up in our hurry to get
back."  He started to undo the belt and buttons of his
shorts as if to swap them back there and then, when
his mother stopped him.

"This is not the place to do that, you'll frighten the
cat, do it later! Come and get your tea."  The excuse
was accepted, but probably not believed I thought.

That night, Andrew told us that he was glad she'd
stopped them stripping off in the kitchen as he knew
she would. Not only had they swapped shorts, but
neither had any underpants on. In their panic, they'd
stuffed them in their pockets to save time!

Martin and I had taken the chance during our holiday
from school to bring my diary up to date. We'd managed
to type it all up on the computer and had added bits
to it now and then.  It was a slow process as we kept
being side-tracked by memories of things we'd done in
the past and spent a lot of time reminiscing together,
inevitably followed by some revision in bed!

We'd divided the file up into two sections: the life
we had before we came here, and the bit after. The
first part we'd saved under a sort of secret name so
that hopefully, only Martin and I would know it was
there. If ever Andrew came across it by accident, with
a bit of luck he wouldn't open it.

Once we'd more or less brought it up to date, we let
the other two read it, after all they were now a part
of it now.  They were impressed I think, although
Jayce did ask about why we hadn't written about
anything before we came here. He seemed satisfied when
we said that part of our lives was ancient history now
and we were starting again.

It was Jayce's idea that we all take turns in adding
bits to the diary when we felt like it. That way, it
made us more of a team and we could put down what we
thought about things.  He made a good point when he
added, "After all, I think there are some things you
can write down but not want to say to people."  It was
also agreed that we would also email the diary to each
other every so often after Jayce had gone back home,
to sort of keep in touch and tell each other what we'd
been doing.  All said that was a brilliant idea and we
would do it.  He even taught us how to stop other
people opening the file by using a secret password
that only we knew.  That was an even better idea, and
you can probably guess what sort of password we chose!
Experimentally we sent an email to Jayce's computer so
he could check it out.

All too soon the time for Jayce to go home came round.
 There was an air of depression between us starting on
the Thursday morning before he was to be picked up on
the following Sunday by his parents.  We tried to
ignore it as far as possible, but it always seemed to
be there, hanging over us like a thundercloud.  It was
David who forced the issue at breakfast on Friday
morning when he took a `phone call from Jayce's mum to
confirm the time they were arriving.  This was
followed through by Audrey who, being a typical
mother, reminded Jayce to get all his dirty clothes
together so she could wash them before he packed.  We
four looked at each other in shock, stunned for once
into silence. It'd never occurred to us that the
holiday would come to an end so quickly and suddenly:
we were much too busy enjoying ourselves to think that
far ahead.  It was while we were messing about in the
swimming pool a bit later that reality hit Andrew. He
had withdrawn himself to the side of the pool and must
have been there for sometime before we missed him.
When I looked round for him, I saw him sat on the edge
of the pool, hands folded in his lap and staring
blankly at Jayce.  I swam over to him and was
surprised to see tears rolling down his cheeks.
Pulling myself out of the water, I sat beside him and
asked why.

"It's Jayce," he mumbled, "He's going home Sunday."
I didn't know what to say, and instead put an arm
round his shoulder and hugged him. Andrew leaned his
head on my shoulder and tried to stop the tears.

"Sorry," he whimpered, "But I'm gonna miss him. And
I'm not going back to his house this year."

I remembered that in the past he'd always gone back
with Jayce and spent a couple of weeks with him at his
house, but because me and Martin were here now, that
wasn't going to happen. It struck me that although
Martin, me and Andrew were now friends, and brothers
in most ways, he and Jayce had been together for as
long as they could remember and it must have been a
gut-wrenching shock to realise that things had changed
so enormously since we'd arrived on the scene.
Somehow, I felt as if it was mine and Martin's fault,
and there wasn't very much either of us could do about
it.  For the first time since I'd come to live here, I
felt like an outsider again, and it hurt badly.
Pulling him a bit closer, I gave him a quick kiss on
the forehead, as much for my benefit as for his, not
giving a damn who saw me. I felt his arms tighten up
round my waist a little in response.  Then I had an
inspiration.

"Why don't we ask mum and dad if we can camp out in
the garden tonight, and have a pyjama party?"

It took a second or so for this to sink in, but when
it did, he brightened up and shaking his head as if to
clear it, allowed a smile to spread across his face as
he thought about it.

"Brilliant idea! I'm gonna ask mum now!" Getting back
to his old self now, he jumped to his feet and went
running into the house to catch his mum before she
left for work.

Within seconds he was back, hopping and skipping, his
happiness clear for all to see.  The other two hadn't
noticed this little episode and were surprised to see
him jump into the pool in such a joyful frame of mind.
 In a rush, he explained our idea and gave Jayce a big
squeeze before dunking him under the water.  As they
went off on their own, I took time to explain to
Martin what had transpired, leaving out the bit about
how I felt for that instant.

Martin and I were quite content to mess about in the
water, swimming about lazily and taking time out once
in a while to sunbathe. Neither of us had really
noticed that the two youngsters had disappeared, and
it was unnaturally quiet. It wasn't long however
before we found out where they were. A sudden shout
from Andrew had us up and running towards the garage
at the side of the house in a panic.  I'd vaguely
assumed that if they weren't around us, they were off
on their own somewhere having a bit of fun, but the
shout soon put an end to that.  Breathlessly we fell
into the garage, not seeing either of them until our
eyes became accustomed to the darkness.

"Over here!" they shouted in unison.

They were buried at the back of the building,
surrounded by boxes and crates of various sorts, and
right in the middle of it the two rogues were trying
to drag out the big tent the family used for camping.
Not satisfied with the pair of two-man tents we'd used
before, they had decided to go the whole hog and take
the one that was used for eating in etc. when we were
all out together. That, together with the tables,
chairs, groundsheets, cooking gear and whatever else
they saw soon amounted to a pile approaching the size
of Mount Everest. Evidently, Andrew was going all out
to impress.  We all joined in however and dragged
everything out to the middle of the lawn, leaving
behind anything we didn't think was absolutely vital,
much to Andrew's disgust.

I must admit, once we'd spent the rest of the morning,
and a good deal of the afternoon erecting the tent and
fitting everything into it, the result didn't look
half bad.   I had a few qualms about the four big
clear plastic window things on the sides, but felt
better when Andrew pointed out the rolls of material
that could be dropped down on the inside to cover
them.  If I knew anything at all about my friends, one
thing we didn't need was large uncovered windows in
our sleeping quarters!  The final touch was added when
we brought out our portable television and radio.
This was becoming more comfortable looking than my
bedroom!

Covered in dust and sweating like horses, we
unanimously decided that a quick swim was in order.
Without a second thought, the two boys quickly
stripped off and dived into the pool, naked. Martin
and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders,
and joined them.  We had about an hour and a half
before the parents were due back, by which time I
promised to try and remember to get everyone to put
some swimming trunks on.  Evidently the thoughts of
what could, and hopefully would, happen later that
night had gotten to Jayce and Martin as they both had
erections which wouldn't go down.  Martin and I, being
much more mature than those two(!), managed to keep
ours in order for at least five minutes before their
excitement rubbed off on us as well.

Martin and I were taking a bit of time out and were
sat together on the steps watching the two sprites
enjoying themselves when suddenly they swam under
water towards us and bounced up between our legs like
a duo of skittish dolphins, Andrew between mine and
Jayce between Martin's.  They threw their arms around
out necks and kissed us on the lips.  Turning sideways
to sit on my lap, Andrew whispered in my ear, "Thanks!
You're the best brothers ever!"

He sat there for a moment, relaxing in my arms,
enjoying the respite from the water, soaking in the
summer heat and getting his breath back.  I couldn't
help noticing that his erection was still up and
proud!  How the hell does he manage it?

Slowly, his free hand slid down my chest, tickling me
as his fingers lightly played over it.  My semi-soft
prick regained its glory and rose to meet Andrew's
hand, which happily accepted it.  I hadn't wanted a
jack-off especially until then, preferring to wait to
see what the late night party would bring, but once I
felt his hand stimulating my dick, I gave up and was
prepared to let nature take its course.  He had one
more surprise up his sleeve for me, however.  Keeping
hold of my cock, and with the agility of the young, he
swung his right leg round my waist, raised his body up
and then lowered it slowly, pointing my manhood at his
little bud.   Without any effort at all, I slid
straight inside in one smooth move until he was
sitting completely on my thighs.  Not once did he
loose his grin, or unlock his eyes from mine.

"Perfect!" he moaned, eyes now closed.
Slowly I began to move up and down, anxious to please
him.

"No, don't!" he whispered hoarsely, "Let me."

I stopped what I was doing and held him lightly by the
waist as he started to work himself up and down my
pole, riding my full length before he lowered himself
again, pushing down as hard as he could to make sure
he got as much of it as possible.  Slowly and in
obvious ecstasy, I watched his face as he worked.
Needless to say, he was completely lost to the real
world, only pausing once or twice to lean down and
kiss me firmly on the lips before resuming.  I've no
idea how long this went on for, and didn't care.  It
didn't even register consciously at the time that
Jayce was giving exactly the same treatment to Martin.

I was just about to tell Andrew that I was near to
cumming when I felt his butt cheeks close tightly
around my red-hot cock and his pace pick up.  I felt
his whole body shiver and tremble as he orgasmed
violently, little wads of spunk flying from his
untouched iron-hard boner and disappearing over my
head somewhere. That was more than enough for me, and
no matter how much I would have liked to stop it, I
shot my load deep inside him, my own ecstatic trembles
matching his.

Gradually my boner deflated, as did I.  And thankfully
for the first time in hours, so did Andrews'.  I stood
up and playfully rolled over into the water, shocking
my partner out of his reverie and into full
consciousness.  As I stood up, chest high, in the
water, I felt Andrew leap on my back and knot his legs
round me, resting his head on my shoulder.

"I think I love you," he whispered, "And Martin too,
of course!  Now give me a piggy back to the bathroom,
I want a shower!"

Gladly I did as I was told, ignoring Martin and Jayce
who were laying arm-in-arm on the grass, almost
asleep.  Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind.
I turned and kicked Martin gently on his side.  He
looked up at me, sleepily.  "Swimming costume!" I
grinned, "before it's too late!"

Andrew and I carried on, leaving them to sort out
their own little problem.

We showered together, washing each other tenderly,
without any sexual contact at all. I adored shampooing
his silky hair, running my fingers delicately through
his fine locks ands watching the suds run down his
slight chest and dripping from the end of his (for
once!) soft dick. We were just about finished when a
bang on the door told us that the other two were
waiting outside.

"Leave it alone, it'll fall off!" I heard Martin
shout.

Grabbing our towels,  the obscene comments were
ignored as we walked back to our respective bedrooms.

Still completely naked, I was gathering my clothes
together when I became conscious that Andrew had come
into my room. Half turning round, pausing in my search
for a pair of socks, I looked at him questioningly.

"You OK, bro?" he said without smiling.

He was as naked as I was, not even the towel wrapped
round him now and he was carrying his clothes in a
bundle. Curious, but not disturbed, I agreed that I
was and returned to my sock-searching, trying to work
out what he wanted.  There was something vaguely
familiar about this situation but I couldn't work out
what. Then it struck me like a thunderbolt.  Martin
and I frequently got dressed and undressed together,
not always talking, but enjoying the company.  Andrew
must have known this and somehow felt that it was one
of those little things that friends did. Silently we
finished getting dressed and were heading out of the
room when unexpectedly, Andrew threw his arms round
me, kissed me quickly on the cheek and whispered, "I
love you. And Martin."

As he scampered off, I saw a single tear glistening on
his cheek.  I'm not afraid to admit that I had one
too.

Early evening saw us all sat in the lounge: Martin and
I reading comics, Audrey reading her book, David the
newspaper and the terrible twins playing a noisy game
of snap!  Andrew, in his normal buoyant mood couldn't
settle. He was bouncing around like a demented monkey
on speed.  Eventually his father got exasperated with
him, and told him to go outside to play if he couldn't
calm down. Collecting Jayce on the way, he rushed
through the patio doors and headed for the tent.

With a rustle of the paper, David settled down again.
 Martin and I were, of course, were far more mature
and made of much sterner stuff. We weren't as excited
as Andrew and could take things in our stride. For at
least five minutes. Looking at Martin, I said to the
room in general, "I think I'll go and take a look to
see how they're getting on."

Having a pretty good idea what they would be up to, we
crept round the back of the tent, hoping to catch them
misbehaving. Surprisingly, all was quiet. Not a sound.
 Curiously we made our way to the front and peered
inside. It took us a moment or two to spot them.
Surrounded by the debris of half-eaten sandwiches and
broken biscuits, the pair were asleep. Not together as
you might expect, but on either side of the windows.
So much for our interrupting them, I thought. But
something had been going on, though, given away by
Jayce's party undone zip and Andrews mis-buttoned
shorts. And that bloody erection again: even when
asleep he couldn't keep it down!  We grinned at each
other and crept away, walking slowly down to the
summerhouse at the bottom of the garden.

We sat and relaxed, Martin with his legs outstretched
and me laying on the bench,  resting my head on his
thigh, a discrete distance from his groin in case we
were disturbed.  For quite a while we sat in silence
with our own thoughts.

"Strange, isn't it," I said.
"What?" Martin answered.

"Well, we've been living here for ages now and I've
grown to like Andrew. And Jayce as well of course.
We've had some terrific fun and some good times." He
knew I wasn't just talking about the sexy bits, but
things in general.

"Yeah. So?"

"I'd've thought that it would have somehow made us -
you and me - different. Separate us somehow. But it
hasn't happened. In fact I think we're better than we
were before."

Martin wound a lock of my hair round a finger and
toyed with it.  "I know what you mean. It could've
gone the other way I suppose, but it didn't. We're
lucky."

We lapsed into silence again.

I wanted to tell Martin how much I loved him, but the
word just wouldn't come out. `Love' doesn't come
easily from one teenage boy to another, no matter how
close they are.  I turned to look in him the face.

"I know," he whispered, reading my thoughts. He
stroked my cheek with the back of his hand softly,
then slid a finger into my mouth letting me suck it
like a dummy.  Infantile I know, but Martin knew me
better than I knew myself, and that was just what I
needed just then.

We sat for a few moments more before Martin broke the
spell.

"Soppy cunts!" he pronounce, grinning and giving my
hair a painful tug.  I chased him down the garden back
to the tent.

This time we heard the television blaring away long
before we got there.  We were greeted with a joint
"Hiya!" as we walked in.

"Hi yourselves! What you doing?" Martin said.

"Watching tv, what else?" Jayce grinned.

"Yeah, well, you haven't been watching it all the
time, have you?" I grinned nodding in the direction of
their still half-fastened shorts.

Jayce had the grace to look slightly embarrassed, and
even Andrew coloured up slightly before they adjusted
themselves.

"You're just jealous!" Andrew said smiling, and the
topic was dropped.

"Where's the video? I wanna watch it." Andrew
announced a bit later, between mouthfuls of cheese
sandwich and Coke.

Realising it'd been left at the house, I volunteered
to fetch it.

Bumping into David and Audrey still in the lounge, I
apologised for interrupting them before grabbing the
offending cassette.

"No problem," David said. "Everything Ok with you lot?
The little ones not tiring you out are they?"

I looked at him, trying to work out whether he was
being serious or not.  And there it was, the same
killer grin that Andrew had, only a generation older.
I knew suddenly why Audrey loved him.  Who wouldn't
love anyone with a smile like that?   I wasn't at all
sure what he meant by `tiring out' and panicked for a
second before realising he was joking, or at least
half-joking.  He probably had a vague idea what was
going on between us, but obviously thought it not
worth worrying about too much.  I knew him well enough
to know that we'd have heard something from him before
now if he was at all concerned about anything.

My spirits were raised by this brief exchange for some
reason: I couldn't work out why, and didn't really
try. Feeling in a happy frame of mind, I dashed back
to the camp, waving the video in the air.

Dusk began to fall as we started to watch the video
and we settled ourselves comfortably.  We were all sat
on our sleeping bags, Jayce between my spread-eagled
legs and Andrew with Martin. I leaned back
contentedly, my chin resting on my partner's head,
arms clasped lightly on his stomach. Having made sure
there was plenty of food and drink within easy reach,
we stared at the tv.

It was eerie, watching the film as night fell, and
long before it was half-way through, we were enveloped
in almost total blackness apart from the television
glow.  Everyone was totally engrossed in the action
when out of the blackness, a body appeared in the
doorway of the tent.

"Everyone OK?" it said.

We all jumped, scared shitless by the apparition. I
don't know how on Earth Martin and I stopped ourselves
from cursing loudly and vehemently at the shock of the
intrusion; even Jayce and Andrew, who rarely swore,
were frightened out of their wits.

"Christ!" Andrew shouted.

Mr Williams stood there rolled up with laughter,
thoroughly enjoying the scene.  We all grinned at him,
sheepishly and started to get up.

"Don't bother," he managed to stammer out, "Stay where
you are. I just thought I'd check to see if you wanted
anything."

"D-aaaad," Andrew whinged, recovering from the fright,
"You scared the you-know-what out of us!"

"Ok. I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist it.  Everyone
happy?"

Once he'd satisfied himself that everything was in
order, he headed house-wards, still chuckling to
himself.

"Fuck him!" Andrew said quietly, more amused now than
angry.

We took the opportunity to stop the video while we
re-arranged things. Having had the regulation visit
from the parents, we felt reasonably safe in assuming
we would be left alone for the remainder of the night.
 Just in case though, Martin was delegated to keep an
eye on the house and let us know when the lights went
out, or if anyone else decided to pay us a visit.  The
food stocks within reach were replenished, most of the
rubbish pushed outside the flaps and the bedding
spread out.  Lastly we all stripped down to our
underwear and settled down. The video was re-wound to
the beginning and we watched as the opening credits
rolled.

"One last thing!" Andrew said leaping to his feet,
elbowing me painfully in the stomach. Rapidly, he
dropped the blinds on the windows, tied the door flap
closed and sat down again.

"That's better," he sighed, almost purring with
satisfaction.

Once more, apart from the television light, we were
bathed in blackness.  I could only just make out the
ghostly outlines of Martin and Jayce sat just a couple
of feet from me.  Andrew wriggled himself into a more
comfortable position and interlaced his fingers with
mine.  Twisting his head round he looked at me and
smiling ever so slightly, sighed in perfect
contentment before going back to the video.

Apart from the sound from the film, the only other
noise was the occasional sound of a biscuit being
crunched or a can being opened.  Everyone was at ease
with the world as we relaxed, but I don't think
everyone's mind was devoted whole-heartedly to the
horror film: mine for one was only half watching it.
The other half was divided between the feel and scent
of the beauty sat in my lap and thoughts of what
pleasures tonight would bring. I was half-conscious of
my dick starting to rise in anticipation and I
absent-mindedly moved it so that it was in a more
comfortable position, held in place between my stomach
and Andrew's back.

As if to prove to myself that I was awake and not in
the middle of an erotic dream, I looked down at my
companion and gently squeezed his tummy. Acknowledging
my gesture, Andrew pressed my hand without taking his
eyes away from the box.  Moments later, he squirmed
about a little to make himself more comfortable.  I
closed my eyes and allowed myself to slip back into my
daydream.

"Gareth," I heard someone whisper urgently, "Gareth!"

I half-opened my eyes, unsure whether I was hearing
things in my dream or Andrew was trying to attract my
attention.  It was Andrew.  I stared at him
speculatively.  "What?"

"Look!"

I moved my gaze further down to where he was nodding.
His prick was poking out through the slit in his
pants, massively erect and shining in the dim light.
He faced me and grinned, "See what you've done?"

I smiled as I took it and held it softly, rubbing my
thumb over his leaking piss-slit.  I don't think he
wanted to be masturbated particularly, just needing
the attention and pleasure it would bring. My own cock
started to erect fully and I used my spare hand to
re-adjust it to a less painful position, pointing
upwards, the warmth of Andrew's smooth flesh keeping
it in place.

"Magic!" Andrew mumbled, half to himself.

Both Jayce and Martin had lost their underwear and
Jayce was sat in Martin's lap. Martin had his prick
standing up between Jayce's legs and was receiving a
slow massage from him. Martin was gently rolling
Jayce's erection between his fingers.

We continued like this until the film finally drew to
a close and the video clicked off, leaving us in total
darkness.  No one moved for at least ten minutes,
everyone feeling that the spell would be broken if we
did.

Slowly, and with infinite care, Andrew twisted round
and lay flat out in front of me, chest-to-chest and
groin-to-groin, our joint erections settling down
alongside each other.

"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, "I like this."

I thought he was drifting off to sleep as he didn't
stir for ages, but I was wrong.  Softly, he pushed me
on the shoulder, indicating that I should lay down
properly, which I gladly did. Snuggling up as close as
he could, he put our cocks together again and cuddled
me. Easing his head up, he placed his lips on mine and
gave me a long, slow kiss.  No tongue at first, but he
gradually worked it in and was soon frantically
sucking me as hard as he could. He'd put his hands
behind my head, pulling me into him as hard as he
could.  I could even feel his dick throbbing between
us and his body shaking.  With great difficulty, I
managed to force him away from me and held his face a
few inches from mine and looked at him lovingly.   He
was sweating profusely, beads of sweat running down
his forehead.

I grabbed a tissue and softly wiped them off as I
whispered, "Slow down. We've got all night. Take your
time." I kissed him once on the lips and let him go.
"It'll be more fun and better if we take our time."

Reluctantly, and with great effort, he did as he was
asked, giving me the same half-smile I'd seen earlier
from his dad.

Putting one arm under his neck, and using the other
hand to hold his prick and balls, I encouraged him to
rest his head on my chest.  This only gave him
something else to play with! He discovered my nipples.
Experimentally he started caressing them with his
tongue; first one and then the other.  Having my tits
toyed with was one thing Martin had discovered very
early on in our relationship that really got me
excited, and almost instantly. Within seconds, they
were firmly erect, begging for more attention.
Andrew, startled by this reaction took a long look at
them, wide-eyed.  Wickedly, he flicked his tongue out
at me and dived back, trebling his efforts.

There was no way I could last long like this.  Even
now my prick was throbbing fit to burst and I knew I
wasn't far from cumming, despite hardly being touched.
 Once more I had to stop him before it was too late. I
rolled him over onto his back, placed one knee between
his legs so I could stimulate his balls with my knee,
and started to give him the same treatment.

His nips must have been just as sensitive as mine as
he instantly started to moan and groan, thrashing
about on the floor as if possessed.  He dug his
fingers into my hair and forced me down. I'd never
heard him make so much noise; not enough to disturb
them up at the house, but certainly enough to make the
other two stop for a second to see what was going on.
Anyone listening outside the tent would have known
instinctively.   Now it was his turn to try and stop
before it was too late.  He reached down and pinched
the foreskin over the top of his cockhead in an effort
to stop anything happening. He bucked forward once or
twice, but succeeded in preventing his ejaculation.
Breathlessly, he stared at me, eyes full of wonder and
disbelief.  I kissed him on the lips, holding his
angelic face in my hands.  Then I suckled his nipples
again, but this time much more gently now I knew just
how delicate and sensitive they were.

Somehow or other we managed to stretch this new game
out for another twenty minutes before we gave in to
our passion; neither of us able to contain ourselves
for a second longer.

Hungrily we took each other's cock into our mouths and
began to deliver the too-long waited for satisfaction.
 I felt my cock bury itself deep down his throat as
his reached mine; we started to suck and slurp as if
our very lives depended on it, writhing around in
ecstasy and not giving a damn who we disturbed or who
heard us.  Once again, Andrew had difficult in
silencing his scream as the magic juice was released.
Even with our mouths filled with throbbing, pulsating
cocks, the moans of complete and utter exhilaration
were loud enough to waken the dead!

"Fucking Hell!" was all he could manage as we
eventually slipped out of each other, swallowing the
last precious drops of sticky love juice.  We were
both covered in a fine sheen of sweat, glistening
ghost-like in the darkness.

I lay in the gloom, eyes closed and stroking Andrew's
hair as he dozed, totally expended both physically and
mentally after his mind-blowing passion.  Becoming
aware of the absolute silence,  I half-opened my eyes
to feast on the wonderful sight of a cherubic Andrew,
arms resting on my chest as he recuperated: he must
have been dreaming I thought, noticing the smile
playing about his mouth and his now semi-soft prick
bouncing slightly in time with his heart-beat. Very
gently I put my arms round him as if to try and
protect him from harm.  Idly, I turned to find Martin
and Jayce.  I could just about make out their naked
forms on the other side of the tent.  Jayce was curled
up like a baby, his happy eyes shining back at me
above a self-satisfied smile. I don't think for a
moment he knew I was there, he was too far gone to be
aware of anything else except Martin wrapped round
him. The closeness and position of Martin left no
doubt as to exactly where his cock was resting.  I
thought he too was dozing at first, but a slight
movement of his head gave him away.  He looked at me,
gave an enormous wink and grin and closed his eyes
again.  Another satisfied (or should that be sated?)
customer I thought.

The tranquillity didn't last for ever unfortunately.
I felt Andrew stir as he woke up.  Slowly his eyes
opened and for a split-second I saw panic and
incomprehension until he realised where he was.

He yawned and stretched as he moved up my body to rest
his head on my chest and drape his arms languidly
round my neck.  "I thought it was a dream," he
whispered quietly, "Did we really ... did I ...."

"Yep. We did. And you did," I answered, assuming that
he was thinking what I was thinking.

"Oh good.   It was ace!" he mused, looking at his two
nipples as if for the first time.  "I never knew ...."

"That's our secret, then. Let's not tell anyone!"

Smiling he reached up and pecked me on the lips in
affirmation.

With what seemed a gigantic effort, he struggled to
his feet and peered around looking for something.  I
should have guessed: carefully making his way to the
table he grabbed a handful of sandwiches and a tin of
Coke."

"Want some?" he offered as he squatted back between my
legs, cross-legged with food in one hand and drink in
the other.

This was typical Andrew: the boy I knew and loved.
He'd already pushed the phenomenal experience he'd
just recovered from to the back of his mind and was
replenishing his reserves! Not that he would forget
what he'd discovered of course: I was 110% sure of
that!

The slight disturbance we were creating was enough to
bring Martin and Jayce to life.

Feeling their way across the floor they crawled over
to us, Jayce following Andrew's example and taking the
opportunity to fill his fists with food.  I grinned
inwardly at the predictability of them.

Leaving the two cousins whispering together, I sidled
across to Martin and put an arm on his shoulder,
kissing him on the ear.  "You OK?" I mouthed.

"Yeah, perfect," he retorted not taking his eyes off
the youngsters of a second.  "We are two lucky
bastards aren't we?" he mused.

I couldn't help but agree as I wrapped my arms round
his waist to hug him. "And I'm the luckiest `cause
I've got you." He twisted round and looked into my
eyes.  The trite phrase you read in love stories about
`lost in the pools of her eyes' doesn't begin to
explain the reality.  In that split second we
exchanged a universe: no words or deeds could even
begin to explain that magical instant. I felt my whole
body tingle and glow with love and my eyes began to
water. In my embarrassment, I buried my head in
Martin's neck and wiped my tears off in his hair.
Boys shouldn't feel this way, should they?  Andrew and
Jayce had it lucky: they enjoyed their sex and took it
when and where-ever the opportunity arose.  They could
immerse themselves totally in a ten-or twenty-minute
romp. Give their entire minds and bodies to each
other, obliterating the world around them absolutely,
and then ten minutes later behave as if nothing
unusual had happened.

There were times when I was with Martin that it hurt,
and no matter what we did or said, even when we were
making love, the hurt wouldn't go away.  It both
scared me and delighted me.  In the beginning, I was
frightened that people could actually see and feel how
I felt about Martin, and him about me: it took me ages
to realise that they couldn't.  But why not?  With the
passion we felt, there must surely be some physical or
mental signs which advertised our love?  With
considerable difficulty I managed to break this train
of self-indulgent thought and giggled out loud with a
spectacular vision I had.  Perhaps it was a good thing
there weren't any outward signs: I had a glorious
image in my mind of that baboon thing which gets a
bright red back-side every time it wants sex!  Martin
was totally bemused when I whispered, "What colour's
your butt?" in his ear. I didn't know at the time that
with some species of baboon, sex is over and done with
in ten seconds flat. Talk about "wham-bam-thank you
ma'am!"

The two boys had fully recovered by now, aided no
doubt by the massive ingestion of sugar they'd
consumed.  In fact they were getting a bit fractious
and noisy.  Glancing at my watch I was shocked to
discover it was gone half-past two!

"Hey, you two," I whispered loudly, "less of the
noise, you'll wake someone up!"

Gradually they calmed down and crawled over to us,
Andrew I saw heading for Martin and Jayce towards me.
`Time for a change of partners' I thought.  Grabbing
Jayce with an arm judiciously thrust between his legs
and the other over his shoulder, I lifted him over to
`my side' of the tent and carefully deposited him on
his back.

"Where've you been all my life?" I whispered in his
ear.

"Looking for you!" he replied, reaching over and
teasing my balls with his fingertips.

We embraced and slowly let our lips meet, a series of
rapid pecks soon devolving into a tonguing match.  I
kept this up as I let my hands wander all over his
body, soon becoming lost in the sensuousness of it.

Taking a breather, I asked what he wanted to do.
After all, I contemplated, it was almost his last
night, and it was really for him that we were here.

"Can I f ..., Put it in you?" he asked tremulously. He
wasn't accustomed to using that sort of language and
very rarely did. Another trait of his character which
I found endearing and childishly innocent somehow.

"There's nothing I would like better," I said
honestly. "Provided that ... ," I paused making sure I
had his full attention.  "You don't cum inside me."

Again, that quick flash of disappointment in his eyes
before he managed to hide it.  "Well, Ok then. I'll
try."  The look of sadness nearly killed me, I didn't
think he would be that upset by it, but obviously her
was, and I regretted saying it.

"Don't be silly.  I'll kill you if you don't.  I'll
wank you until you die.  Then cut your dick off and
stick it up your bum."

He giggled at the thought and hugged me, still
smiling.

Whilst his arms were wrapped round me, I could feel
his fingers working their way up and down my spine.
Suddenly they stopped and I felt a probing hand diving
between my bum cheeks. His searching finger soon found
my hole and wormed its way in.  Where in hell did he
learn that trick? I thought as I reflexively thrust my
burgeoning prick into his groin.

I nodded in reply to his questioning look, giving him
all the permission he needed.   I let out an
involuntary moan as he found the magic button and my
already solid member gave a twitch.

"Thought so," he grinned. "I can only just get my
finger in.  There's no chance you'll get a dick the
size of mine into my hole!"

"That's because I haven't tried yet. Just wait!"  I
eased my middle finger through the resisting muscle
and let it rest there for a minute before carrying on.
 Once fully in, I wormed it around, giving him as much
pleasure as I possibly could.  With every tremor of
delight I managed to get out of him, he returned the
favour. When I inserted the second finger, he quickly
followed me and did the same, increasing the pleasure
factor by about ten times!

His little frame was frantically wriggling around as
much as it could, anxious to extract every ounce of
pleasure from our game.  I could feel his cock, laying
parallel with mine throbbing fit to burst with every
wave of excitement that ebbed through him.

"Wonderful!" he moaned, "Don't stop!"

I had no intention of doing so; not yet at least.  We
carried on for ages, relishing the mutual pleasure we
were giving and receiving. It was Jayce who decided on
a change of activity eventually.

"Can I do it to you now?  If I don't I'm gonna cum
soon and spoil it."

A little reluctantly I extracted my aching fingers and
turned to look at him.

"How d'you want to do it?" I asked.

"Roll over on your back and stick your legs in the air
like this." By means of demonstration he rolled onto
his back, lifted his legs high in the air, pulled them
up by his hands behind his knees and displayed his
little pink rosebud.  It was only with an immense
strength of will that I didn't rape him there and then
- the sight was much more than anyone should be
expected to cope with and remain sane. I'm sure he
didn't realise the effect he had by doing what he just
did: he was far readier to give than to receive, and
in any case he didn't know how handsome and attractive
other people found him.  If he behaved anything like
he is now anywhere else, he would spend his life
fending off admirers of both sexes and all ages.
Such was the relationship we'd built up over the past
days that, gladly, he didn't give it so much as a
second thought.

Tearing my eyes away, I did as I was instructed,
leaving him in total control.

Rolling onto his knees straight between my legs, he
inched forward until his exquisite prize was within
centimetres of my aching butt.  Without warning, he
leaned right over, dipping his head between my thighs
and engulfed my cock in his mouth. Not expecting this,
I gasped and automatically tried to drive it in as far
as I could.  Not taking his mouth away, he shook his
head vigorously and pulled back leaving my cockhead
just inside his mouth.  His intention slowly dawned on
me.  He needed lubricant, and had chosen to use
nature's bast and most natural.  Greedily he took in
as much as he could gather holding it in his mouth.
Once satisfied he let me go and dropped his head even
further, extending his tongue at the same time.  I
couldn't quite see what he was doing, but quickly knew
as I felt him moistening my chute with his amazingly
flexible tongue!  Something else he'd learned
somewhere. I really must have a talk with him!

He completed his preparation by smearing the now
copious quantity of pre-cum he was leaking, all round
his red-hot rod of delight.  I watched, wishing with
all my heart that it was my hand doing it and not his.

I was so aroused and ready for him by now that I was
almost screaming at him to hurry up and fill my
innards with my prize.  Holding it between his thumb
and first finger, he gingerly touched it to my hole.
Knitting his eyebrows in concentration, he nervously
pushed it forward.  I was in no mood for him to be too
considerate or gentle by now.  Letting go of my legs,
I grasped his buttocks and eased him straight in, one
smooth motion being all that I needed.  His balls
nestling in my crotch told me that he was all there.
He wasn't smiling now. Eyes screwed up, face contorted
with extreme delight, he rested for a while,
determined I guess to lock the feeling in his brain, I
know I was.

Almost without my knowing it, he launched himself.
Beginning with infinitesimally small to's and fro's, I
was barely conscious of any movement at all at first,
but as he built up to longer and longer ones, my
pleasure centres were in serious danger of being
overloaded.  One of the things I most admired about
him, as I may have mentioned before, was the length
and slenderness of his tool, and he began to use every
last millimetre of it. Withdrawing to within a
millimetre of it popping out, he stopped. Then, just
as I was wondering what was going on he slid it back,
slowly. Oh so painfully, deliciously,
mind-shatteringly slowly. He didn't stop until it was
as far as it could possibly go without being joined by
his balls as well.  Another pause. Then the return
journey.

Jesus! I couldn't take much more of this and thrashed
my head from side to side.  Just when I thought I was
going to faint with sheer pleasure, another feeling
rose from my groin.  He was grasping my now painful
erection between his thumb and finger. In perfect
harmony with his thrustings, he allowed his fingers to
move just over my cockhead where it meets the shaft.
That's all, but you wouldn't believe the effect it
had.

Sometimes love-making can be slow and wonderful, every
moment savoured and relished and remembered for ages.
Other times it can be frantic, passionate and
seemingly over in seconds but still perfectly
satisfying. Jayce's ministrations had taken me off to
a place I'd never been to before: I didn't know on
which planet I was on, never mind any sense of time.
The entire universe was centred in my groin and
nothing else existed.

Jayce never varied his pace by a heartbeat. Slowly in.
Pause. Think. Enjoy. Slowly out. Stop. Savour.
Remember.  Slowly in .......

Was it an instant or a life-time? Don't ask me. I
haven't a clue. The only thing I know is that with a
massive, power-driven final thrust, he shot out what
must've been a load to end all loads. Thankfully, he
wasn't a shouter, but the extreme exaltation with
which he delivered his last shot was attended by an
earth-shattering shudder. He dug his nails viciously
into my cock, enough to draw blood, but I didn't give
a shit, I would have taken the pain over and over
again just so long as he didn't stop. Which he had to
of course.

Mouth wide open, his eyes glazed, he rested, gasping
for breath. But he wasn't done yet. Like a demon he
withdrew his still solid dick and fell onto my raw
cock, sucking hard and strong. I hadn't a chance. My
balls emptied themselves in five or six agonisingly
glorious spurts, which Jayce swallowed with delightful
relish.

I hadn't a clue what Martin and Andrew had been doing,
and to be perfectly frank, I didn't give a toss
either.  I was well and truly buggered - in every
sense of the word! There remained nothing else on
Earth to do but fall asleep in each other's arms,
sleeping the sleep of the truly fulfilled.



Chapter Eleven.

The next thing I knew was it was light. Once my eyes
were open, I panicked slightly, assuming we'd
overslept, and looking round at the assembled company,
decided it definitely would not be a good idea for
anyone to walk in on us now!  Jayce and me were
cuddled up close together, hands offering protective
cover to each other's love machines.  Andrew and
Martin were stretched out still asleep, Andrew's open
mouth covering a red^^raw nipple belonging to Martin.
I grinned, knowing exactly what he'd been put through.
 A quick glance at my watch showed it was just before
five o'clock.  I reckon I'd had about an hour and a
half's sleep; two at the most. But I didn't feel at
all tired: for some reason I was wide awake, and
hungry. Gently easing Jason away from me, I stood up
just a little unsteadily and wandered over to the
table.  Luckily there were a few curled^^up sandwiches
left and a half^^drunk can of warm Coke.  They would
have to do, at least for the time being.  Chewing on
my breakfast, I vainly searched for some clothes to
put on: the air had that distinctive early morning
chill to it and my precious balls had retreated into
my groin for comfort.  I'd no idea where my clothes
were and made do with Martin's shorts as a temporary
measure, thinking as I fastened them that I must
definitely remember to change them before going into
the house. We couldn't afford that sort of mistake
twice! For want of something better to do, I switched
the televison on and watched the early morning
cartoons.

I was piecing together the events of the night before
when Martin woke up with a start.
"Wha .... Where?" he managed to stammer out whilst
yawning.  "Oh yeah!"  He grinned broadly at me and
added, "Nice shorts, kid!"

Fortunately he was laying on top of mine and we
swapped, donning our T's at the same time. Feeling the
need for some exercise we unfastened the flap and
strode out into the early morning sun. It seemed a
little warmer now I was fully dressed and we sat on
the grass enjoying the air. He took hold of my hand
and held it firmly.  "Last night was a bit of alright,
wasn't it? I feel wrecked."

"Yeah," I agreed. "It was good fun."  We sat in
contemplative silence, our fingers tracing delicate
patterns in our palms.

"Any plans for today?" I asked conversationally.

"Nope. Not really, except to get some sleep."

"Good. Neither have I."

We lay back, dozing, still hand^^in^^hand, perfectly at
peace.

Just after eight o'clock, the other two woke up and
dressed themselves, still half^^asleep.  Martin and I
wandered back inside the tent to join them.  There was
definitely an odour which hit you. Knowing immediately
what the cause was, I suggested that we open a few
vents to let some air in. We must have had a pretty
steamy session last night to create that sort of smell
I thought, smiling to myself.  Jointly we tidied up
the room as far as possible, leaving it at least
respectable enough to making putting everything away
easier and not leave any clues as to our late night
frolics!

The sun was well up by now and it was getting
noticeably hotter. Rather than disturb Audrey and
David, we decided to have a swim instead of heading
for the shower: it would be easier anyway as there
were four of us badly needing to clean ourselves up.
Under strict instructions to be as quiet as mice,
Jayce and Andrew were volunteered to go and collect
our swimming costumes. Andrew, of course, suggested
that they weren't necessary as surely we all knew each
other well enough by now not to need them. A brief,
forceful explanation about the consequences of us all
being found naked in the pool by his parents soon put
paid to that idea!   In any case I don't think I
could've coped with any sexual more adventures at that
time in the morning, I felt that my body had earned a
bit of respite in that direction: it may be different
later in the day though!

The swim was refreshing and we felt a lot better
afterwards and went into the house for breakfast. No
comments were made by Audrey and David other than
asking if we had a good time or not: thankfully Andrew
and Jayce were wide^^awake and managed to keep
themselves out of trouble.

It took a lot longer to pack things away at the camp
site than it did to get them out, and it was well on
the way to lunch^^time before we were done and took
time out to rest.  We lay in a rough circle on the
lawn.

Carefully avoiding any mention of Jayce returning home
on the following day we talked circumspectly, just in
case anyone should overhear us, of last night and how
much fun it was. We all agreed that it had been a
terrific night out, the best ever in our view and
certainly full of surprises for all concerned.  I
casually asked Jayce where they'd got the ideas from
which had shaken me so much.  He giggled in response
and looked guiltily at Andrew who had the grace to
blush deeply and hung his head down, but managing to
smile at the same time.

"We were in Andrew's room on the computer. I was
setting up my email address and things when I
suggested we explore around and see what we could
find. We tried to get into some sexy sort of sites,
but every time we were blocked.  Andrew said that his
dad put some sort of lock on it so's he couldn't get
anywhere he shouldn't.  Well, my dad had done that to
me, but I learned a trick how to get around it from a
kid at school and I showed Andrew what to do.  It's a
good one as well because if anyone looks to see if it
is still there, it looks like it's working OK."

It was a bit risky I thought, but I was extremely glad
that he did ^^ I must try that site sometime!
The remainder of the day was spent quietly; a few
desultory ball games being played, but not much else:
no one was really in the mood.  It got even worse when
Audrey came into the garden and handed Jayce the pile
of clothes she'd washed and gently reminded him that
he aught to think about packing his cases.

Martin and I thought it better to leave the two
youngsters by themselves to sort this one out and we
went out for a walk. The main topic of conversation
during our aimless amble was what we were going to do
for the remainder of the summer.  We knew that we had
a family holiday to go on: no idea where at present,
but that would take care of a couple of weeks anyway.
The remainder, about another two weeks, I guess would
be down to us.   We both found it a strange feeling,
having this amount of freedom.  When we were in care,
especially in the residential units, every minute of
our time was accounted for: it was almost as if they
were afraid of what we would get up to otherwise.  And
as for being allowed out alone, well, that was never
permitted. Trips to the shops were timed, 'five
minutes and be back here' sort of thing.  Visits to
bowling alleys, cinemas etc. meant a member of staff
accompanying us.  And as I mentioned earlier, proper
holidays were a rare thing, and we were strictly
controlled. But there it was ^^ accepted as a fact of
life.

Later that night when we were all sat on Andrew's bed.
We were trying desperately not to let the fact that
Jayce was shortly to disappear from our lives get to
us, and for a while talked of the good times we'd had
the past couple of weeks. The two younger ones were
getting over-excited as usual at the reminiscences we
shared, some of which were sexual of course, but there
were just as many other ones, if not more.
Bike-riding, swimming, tennis (Andrew remembers that
one!), exploring in the country-side and a good many
more.  It was generally agreed however, that one of
the best-ever times was last night, which was still as
clear in our minds as if it had only just happened;  I
for one could hardly believe it had actually taken
place at all.

It was decided that we would add some more to our
diary and at some point during the night we took it in
turns to write bits in it.    I hope to goodness that
no-one ever reads it other than us, it would worry the
shit out of most right-thinking people! Even Martin
and I were embarrassed at some of the things we'd put
down about ourselves, and that was the cleaned-up,
edited version!

We agreed to email a copy of it there and then to
Jayce's home computer. Andrew, Martin and myself were
more than a bit worried that Jayce might accidentally
let it be seen by someone else, but it was soon
decided that if we encoded it with the agreed
password, then it would be OK

It was hardly surprising that once we'd finished, we
all had the by now regulation boners.  Andrew and
Jayce were gently stimulating themselves, having first
stripped completely - something which I'd missed as I
was busy on the keyboard at the time. I knew Martin
was ready to play as he was standing by my shoulder
watching me work, his outstanding erection
disturbingly visible out of the corner of my eye, not
being touched, but leaking pre-cum just the same.
Pausing to think what to write next, I carefully
swiped up a finger-full of it and put it in my mouth
as I sat and thought, winking at my soul-mate as I did
so.  This was a mistake  as I immediately lost
interest in the thing I was writing, my brain making
its all-too frequent journey down from my head to my
groin. Turning round, I grabbed him by the waist and
pulled him down to sit on my knee. Somewhat
desperately I unfastened his pyjama trousers and took
his manhood into my welcoming hand, his own fingers
wending their way to my own attention-seeking cock.
We weren't in any great hurry to rush things along and
were enjoying the slow attentions we were giving each
other, kissing and fondling slowly and intensely.  We
could have gone on like this for ages, as we
frequently had done, but after a few minutes we were
disturbed by a couple of bored younger teenagers who
wanted some action.

Reluctantly we peeled ourselves apart and sat,
cross-legged on the floor.  By now we were all naked
and hard, looking at each other and only with great
difficulty managing not to get fits of the giggles,
knowing what was highly likely to happen next.

It was Andrew who made the suggestion first.

"Jayce is going home tomorrow - sorry, I mean later
today," he corrected himself as he glanced at the
clock. "And I think he should be the first to do
whatever he wants."

This was agreed to unanimously, a suppressed cheer
following.  Jayce thought for a moment and said,
slowly and seemingly reluctantly, "I want to ....."

"What?  What?" Andrew asked, leaning forward
excitedly.  "Tell us!"

"I want you all to ....... to ......"

I could guess what he wanted to say, but there were
two things stopping him. Firstly was his innate
reluctance to use swear words, no matter how
appropriate given the situation he was in, and
secondly I don't suppose he'd asked anyone to fuck him
too often.  After what I'd learned about him last
night, I'm sure that's what he wanted, but was afraid
to put it into words.

"Oh, you wanna be diddled?" Andrew grinned happily and
sticking his tongue out at him.

"Diddled?" Martin and I said together.

"Yeah. Diddled. I'll tell you later all about that."

Jayce was still silent, but the look on his face told
us that we were right. He'd coloured up slightly, but
still managed to hold eye contact with us, waiting for
the answer.

"That is a very good idea," said Martin, slowly and
deliberately, smiling at him.  "If you hadn't
suggested it, I would have.  Now, how do you wanna do
it? You're in charge."

We hadn't, of course, given this any thought until now
and it posed a dilemma which fortunately was fairly
quickly solved by agreeing to draw cards - lowest goes
first.  Jayce took the cards and shuffled them
thoroughly, then dealt us one each.

Three boys.  Three cards.  King. Eight. Four.  Me.
Martin. Andrew.
The game was on and we were exalted at the prospects
before us.  Even I'd never been fucked three times in
a row before, and it was certain Jayce hadn't of
course.  I wasn't sure if I could handle it myself,
never mind him.  Martin and I had done it twice within
about an hour once, but that was us and exciting
though it was, it took a lot out of us. Still, let's
wait and see what happens now.

I was more than ready to start the proceedings off. My
cock was already as hard as it could be, and was
throbbing in eager anticipation.  I just couldn't wait
to get inside that beautiful body of his and make love
to him just as we did last night.  I was in real
danger of shooting my load without even touching him
as he bent over to let Andrew get to work with the
Vaseline, I decided to try not using it as my pre-cum
had already done a good job for me.

"Can you sit on that stool?" Jayce asked, his voice
trembling with emotion.

I guessed what was coming next and did as I was asked,
sitting with my legs apart and waiting for him.  Very
slowly he stood astride me, his rampant cock inches
from my eager mouth.  But I resisted the enormous
temptation somehow and watched, holding my breath, as
he lowered himself onto my keenly waiting prick.  I
was ecstatic as I felt the first electric contact of
my dick against his butt.  I gasped involuntarily as
he eased himself down.  There was only a very slight
resistance as I slipped in. Jayce grimaced slightly,
but almost instantly smiled as he took my whole length
before stopping to rest.

"That's good!" he sighed as he wrapped his legs round
my waist and steadied himself by putting his hands on
my shoulders.  Eagerly he tightened his grip round my
neck and kissed me deeply, his tongue frantically
searching out mine.  I closed my eyes, blocking out
every other sensation I could as I stroked his back
and butt intensely. Just like last night, he started
working very slowly at first, ensuring he used every
millimetre of my love tool. Then a little faster,
clenching his cheeks on each up-stroke.  Four - five
times, then a slowing down to almost nothing. Then
again, a bit faster this time.  How he managed this
perfect timing, I've no idea, but I was in heaven.
What with his  feverish kisses and everything else my
poor body was being subjected to, there was no way I
was going to last very long.  Time and time again I
writhed and groaned as he did things to me I couldn't
believe. My whole body felt hot and glowing, every
fibre being stimulated beyond belief. Finally I felt
my balls shoot into my groin as the love-juice started
its journey upwards.  Losing what little self-control
I had remaining, I grabbed him by the waist, raised
myself up as much as I could and rammed him down onto
my burning prick.  The spasms seemed to be
never-ending as I shot gallons of myself into his
waiting love chute.  I felt as much as heard him
scream into my mouth as he delivered his own massive
load onto my chest, the first shot landing on my face,
the rest drawing a beautiful dotted white line down my
chest.  Unwillingly I opened my eyes and looked into
his face.  Tears of happiness were gently sliding down
his rose-red cheeks as he calmed down.

"That was good, wasn't it?" he moaned, "Fucking good
in fact," he added with an evil smile.

"Yeah. Just perfect," I whispered, "Couldn't have been
better. I'm gonna miss you - and your ass!"
I meant every word and once again let a tear or two
escape, quickly wiped off with a finger and mixed on
his cheek with his.

Aware that the others were waiting their turn, I
somehow struggled to stand up and reverently lowered
Jayce to his feet, his body still shaking slightly.

Martin and Andrew, somehow or other, had managed not
to get too excited whilst watching us, satisfying
themselves with a bit of mutual fondling and groping.
Both, I noticed absently, were shiny with pre-cum.

It only took a few short minutes before Jayce was
ready to go again.  This time he invited Martin across
to the bed and lay beside him as he wrapped him in his
arms.  Andrew and I sat in the big wing-sided arm
chair, him on my lap, head on my shoulder, watching
the other two embracing on the bed.  I put my arms
loosely round my brother and relaxed, feeling a little
guilty, like a peeping Tom. Slowly they turned over so
that Jayce was on top, grinding his once-again
hardened dick into Martin's groin.  I can still see
the image in my mind's eye now, Martin stretched out
on the blue bedcover, his Summer tan perfect except
for the somewhat paler skin round his butt and crotch.
Jayce's beautiful coffee-coloured body was layed out
over Martin, wriggling just a little as he enjoyed
himself. Oblivious by now to us, they were completely
wrapped up in their own world. Andrew made his
presence felt by easing himself into a more
comfortable position, carefully moving my cock so that
it lay gripped lightly between his thighs, nestling
happily against his balls. I leaned down and nuzzled
my nose in his shampoo-scented hair. Even now I get a
hardon, thinking of my cherub every time I catch a
smell of that particular shampoo.

I sensed him move slightly as his mouth opened  to
allow his tongue to snake out.  Delicately he worked
his wizardry on my nipples, a game he now knew to my
cost was guaranteed to get me going. I should have
stopped him I suppose as we both found it extremely
erotic and there was a real danger of spoiling things
for Andrew later on when it was his turn to enjoy some
time with Jayce. Still, what the hell! I was enjoying
this and no way was I going to stop him.

I reached down and took Andrew's silky-smooth, pre-cum
slippery tool in my hand: just holding it, thoroughly
happy to do so for the time being. I didn't want to
bring him to orgasm if I could help it and so
satisfied myself by squeezing it gently and then
relaxing my grip.  He, for his part, was doing his
damndest to excite me with his tongue.  The nipple he
wasn't sucking on was being given the blissful
attention of his finger and thumb.  Aware that I was
rapidly heading towards an all-too quick climax, I
whispered for him to stop for a minute or two before I
lost it.  Taking the opportunity to slow things down,
I coaxed him down to the floor where we soon made
ourselves comfortable half-hidden behind the chair and
settled down again. Andrew must've realised why I'd
checked our pace as when he got down to it again, he
spent as much time kissing me as playing on my chest.
This time it was better for both of us as we took our
delicious time amusing each other.  I wanted to cum
badly after a while, but knew that if I did, then
Andrew couldn't do anything else except follow
through, and that was the last thing I wanted for him.
 I managed somehow to keep myself under control to
some extent, but became aware that Andrew's slight
frame was starting to get hot and shake.  I'd learned
that this was inevitably followed quite quickly by an
uncontrollable and violent orgasm, immensely enjoyable
as a rule, but not something he needed at this time.
Once again I had to force him away from me and bring
him down from his headlong flight towards the demanded
fulfilment. To divert him I turned round and sucked
his cock into my mouth, encouraging him to do the same
to me.  He  seemed grateful for the distraction and
hungrily devoured my meat instead.  I was now in much
better control of the situation and carefully tried to
give him pleasure at the same time as not getting him
too excited - not an easy task!  Martin and I were
well used to this sort of situation of course. Very
often we were more than happy to enjoy the physical
contact with each other without feeling the need to
satisfy them completely.  Some delights were all the
better appreciated when postponed we had learned: a
lesson Andrew was just beginning to understand, much
to his pain.

I hardly sucked him at all really, I was quite content
to play my tongue around his cockhead and as much of
his tool I could reach. Well, that wasn't quite true
of course - there was nothing I would like more than
to take him over the edge and make him happy - but I
convinced myself I was OK just doing what I was doing.
 Andrew had regained some of his enthusiasm, and down
at the other end of my body was trying his very best
to make me cum.  It hadn't been very long since I'd
done it with Jayce, but he managed it nevertheless and
with just enough time to warn him produced my second
ejection of the night.

Andrew, now at least partly appeased, allowed me to
taste my own sperm as we kissed. Resting his head in
the crook of my arm, he quietly said, "I was right,
you know."

"What?" I enquired looking into his eyes.

"They should make dick-flavoured condoms. They would
be the best."

I stifled a laugh as I agreed with him. "But where
would they get the flavouring from?"

"You, of course. You've got the best-tasting thingy I
ever tasted."

"Oh, yeah. And exactly how many have you had?" I said
jokingly.

"Well, there's you, and Martin, and Jayce, and ....."
He stopped, grinning at me. "Not telling you, but
there may be more than you know."

I wasn't sure whether he was joking or not.  I knew he
wasn't all that experienced of course, but there just
might be one or two others he might have experimented
with. I think he was teasing me, but couldn't be
absolutely certain - and I liked it.

Snuggling closer together, I whispered to him, "You
are the bestest brother anyone could have and I like
you lots, despite your problem." I was playing with
him of course, but there was a big element of truth in
what I said, especially the first part.

"What problem?" he replied, looking slightly worried.
"Your body.  It's much too good-looking. One day
someone's going to take a fancy to it and run away
with you!"

"Oh, good!" he grinned, "Then we can have sex all day
long, every day, and never get dressed, and ..."

"Hold on. It might be a grey-haired old man with bad
breath and smelly clothes.  Or your grandmother!"

"Oh. I wouldn't mind the man I don't think, but
Grandma, Ugh!!"

As we were talking, sounds of movement came from the
other end of the room and we peered round the chair to
see what was happening.  The last time I saw them,
Jayce was on top of Martin, but now the positions had
been reversed and Martin was on top, leaning on his
elbows and looking at Jayce.  Martin's prick was
hanging loose, still glistening with whatever and a
slight thread of cum hanging down.  Jayce was smiling
up at his consort, still in a trance judging by his
glazed eyes.

Grabbing a handy T-shirt Martin lovingly wiped the
sweat, and other stuff, from their bodies leaving them
clean and shiny.

Somehow we all managed to squeeze together on the bed
holding on to each other in case one of us fell.  I
don't know what we talked about, but it wasn't for
very long in any case.  Andrew had managed to hold his
patience for ages now, and once glance at him told us
that he couldn't keep it together much longer. Apart
from his still hugely erect penis, he was looking
lustily at his cousin with his big brown eyes.  I'm
sure that if we hadn't been with them, he would have
leapt on to him and raped him then and there! Jayce
wasn't much better either. Much to my surprise, he was
still wanting more.  Sure, he looked a bit jaded and
didn't have quite his usual bounce, but nevertheless
was just waiting.  Any doubts I had about him taking
all three of us in succession were dispelled as I
looked at them both.

Simultaneously, Martin and I looked at each other and
touched hands.  Taking the hint, I said that I for one
was tired and that I aught to go and get some sleep.
Wasn't altogether true of course, but the flash of
interchange between Martin and me was enough.  A look
at the clock confirmed my thoughts anyway.  Pretending
to yawn, I said, "I'm tired. I think I'll turn in and
leave you two to it."

Martin agreed and said he'd come with me.  The other
two, although sorry to see us go, seemed relieved that
they'd now be left alone to amuse themselves in their
own way.  The other thought of course was it wouldn't
seem quite so bad if they were found in bed together
in the morning - after all they'd slept together for
years off and on and it wasn't too unusual for them
still to do so.

Gathering our few clothes together, we said goodnight
to the boys and, as a parting shot, and remembering
the malodorous whiff when I went into the  tent that
morning,  suggested that they might like to opened a
window or two as the room must be beginning to smell a
bit rank.  Their parents might accept them being
bedded together, but the unmistakable aroma of sex in
the air would definitely not be quite so readily
ignored.

Martin and I walked into his room, and not
surprisingly, straight through to mine. Closing the
door behind us, I threw my clothes on the floor, lay
on the bed and sighed.  Putting my hands behind my
head, I stretched out and looked at Martin standing at
the foot of my bed staring back at me, still holding
his clothes in front of him.

Neither of us move a muscle as we locked eyes.  We
were together once more in our own kingdom.  Dropping
his things where he stood, Martin climbed on the bed
and lay next to me, not quite touching.  Silently we
communicated.  We'd had a brilliant time with Andrew
and Jason, ever since last night, but now we were
alone and comfortably attuned to one another without
any distractions. Words weren't necessary or spoken.

Twisting my head round, I kissed him on the cheek, and
murmured, "Welcome home."

He smiled a gentle smile in return and turned to face
me. Dropping an arm over my chest, he moved in closer
and relaxed audibly.

"Love you!" he whispered.

We'd had a strenuous couple of sessions with Jayce and
Andrew and didn't particularly need any more physical
exercise in that direction. We'd also been pretty well
catered for on the emotional front as well, I
conceded. What was wanted now was a nice, gentle,
quiet, time together, confirming and re-affirming our
deep affection. Peace and tranquillity. Lazily I
turned over and held him close resting our foreheads
together.

The next thing either of us knew was the sunlight
streaming through the open windows: happily I pecked
Martin on the nose, waiting for him to come to.  It
was just before eight o'clock - three hours before
Jayce's mum and dad were due to arrive. Audrey and
David wouldn't be about yet, after all it was Sunday
and a lie-in was the order of the day. Gradually
Martin surfaced and smiled easily.

"Mornin!" he mumbled.

"Morning," I answered, not yet wanting to wake up
fully and ruin the moment.

Unfortunately I had to get up, my morning glory
reminding me forcefully that I needed a piss urgently.
Unwinding from Martin's embrace I headed for the
bathroom to take care of it, closely followed by my
lover. We grinned at each other inanely as we emptied
our bladders, struggling to keep our erections pointed
in the right direction.  Once that little job was
taken care of, we hurried back to bed before it got
too cold.  Resuming our previous positions we took
hold of our softening erections and brought them to
life again.  Lazily we stroked each other comfortably
and painstakingly, watching idly as we did so.  Ever
so slowly my early-morning lethargy was replaced by a
rising feeling of warmth and happiness, and a growing
turmoil in my balls. Before I came I rolled over and
lay on top of Martin, pressing my turgid dick between
his legs and making sure his rigid member was settled
comfortably between our bodies. I started to fuck him
as gently as I could.  This was something which Martin
really enjoyed: the harmonic motion of our bodies
stimulating his entire penis at once, and mine
tickling that peculiarly sensitive area between cock
and butt.  Laying as we did, it also meant that we
could alternate between kissing and his toying with
each other's nipples.  Four times we managed to pull
back before we came,  cherishing that sweet, delirious
moment you get just before cumming. The fifth time we
lost it and revelled in a joint orgasm, embracing
tightly. Not as exciting perhaps as some of the things
we'd done in the past 24 hours; certainly not as
physical, but a great deal more meaningful and
exquisite.

Twenty minutes later Martin forced himself off the bed
and into his room to shower and dress. Unwilling I did
the same. Quarter of an hour later I was dressed and
walking into join Martin in his room.  He was sat at
his desk, listening intently to the goings on in
Andrew's room.  Motioning me to keep quiet, I knelt on
the floor next to him.  And concentrated. There was no
mistaking the sound. The subdued creaking of the
rhythmically bouncing mattress, allied with the
stifled moans and groans could only mean the two
rabbits were at it again!  Politely we waited until
the noises stopped.  Carefully we opened the door and
peeked in.  Jayce was on his back with Andrew knelt
astride him, his butt still holding Jayce's cock.
Their fingers were interlaced  as Andrew, eyes closed
and facing the ceiling fought for breath. Jayce was
sweating profusely and still shaking as he too
struggled for breath.

"Hiya!" he managed to stammer out, having the grace to
blush only slightly.  Andrew, with still-glazed eyes
turned to face us and grinned broadly.

"Just giving Jayce his leaving present!"

"More like he's given you one," Martin retorted.  "I
wouldn't be at all surprised if one of you wasn't
pregnant after all the er - exercise - you've had."

They laughed lightly as they carefully separated
themselves.  Both their pricks, softening by now, were
showing the signs of too much usage. Andrew's was
obviously raw and tender, even to look at. Jayce's
less so, but still battled-scarred.  I hope his
parent's didn't bath him for the next few days at
least!

"Hope much sleep did you get last night?" I queried.

"Sleep? What's that?" Andrew giggled. "We've been too
busy for any sleep!"

"Yeah, we can tell. But you'd best hurry up and get
dressed. We'll need to be downstairs in a few minutes,
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed." I reminded them.

"And not looking shagged out!" Martin added.

Looking at each other, in mock surprise, as if saying
`Who? Us?  Never!' they took off for the shower.
When they came downstairs to breakfast, I notice with
a smile that they were both wearing the loosest and
baggiest shorts they had, accompanied no doubt by
pairs of equally voluminous underpants.  From
experience, I knew that they would both have a rather
uncomfortable day, even wearing the loosest clothes
they could find. Still, as long as they were happy
.......!

Jayce's parents arrived more or less as planned and we
spent an hour or so listening politely to their
holiday experiences. Us four boys felt it impolite to
leave the room, and in any case, knowing how randy
Jayce and Andrew were, it was best if they remained
with us anyway.  The time eventually came for them to
leave.  As they sorted themselves out in the car,
Martin and I stood behind Audrey, David and Andrew as
they watched them settle down.  With a final wave,
they drove away, Jayce and Andrew waving frantically
at each other.  At last they turned the corner out of
sight.  Slowly, Andrew turned round and dragging his
feet, made his way back inside the house.  He was
crying softly and silently to himself, trying his best
to hide it, after all, boys
don't cry, do they?

Martin and me ambled outside towards the pool, needing
to be alone for a while.  Andrew went to his room.

It was lunch-time before we all got together again.
Andrew had regained his composure by now and was full
of himself. Back to the lad we knew and loved.  I'd
never known anyone quite like him before. He had the
ability not only to show his emotions, good or bad,
but get over them quickly.  He could have some
awe-inspiring emotional roller-coaster rides, dropping
from the heights of ecstasy to the depths of
despondency in seconds. On the whole, he was a
terrific brother and friend with a terrific appetite
for life, and as we ate our meal, I reflected once
again how extremely lucky Martin and I were to be part
of such a wonderful family.  Things couldn't get any
better - they were just about perfect now.   As if to
confirm it, I suddenly felt a small hand settle inside
my thigh under the table and slide slowly towards my
groin.  Freezing with my food half-way to my mouth, I
sneaked a look at Andrew who sat stone-faced, looking
out of the window. A knowing wink from him, and I knew
Martin and I could forget the afternoon nap we had
promised ourselves. Oh, well, that's family life I
guess!

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That's all from Gareth, Martin, Andrew and Jace for
now folks.  I want to spend some time working on
another story I've started. But rest assured I'm sure
they'll be back once time is found to write some more
of their diary.