Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2006 13:17:16 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: JO's BOYS 10

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

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL.

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JO's BOYS



10 - Work for Florian



by



G. Cutter




FLORIAN


Well the first half of the term had passed pretty quickly, I'd missed Loren
but then again I'd spent most weekends with him up in St John's Wood just
around the back of the Studio. We went to different schools but I was
working on a transfer but it was hard with me living in Putney and him in
the frozen North (of London that was). His people weren't half as bad as
he'd made out and they were quite happy with me weekending there after both
Anthony and Loren had put across what a waste of space my own mum was,
they'd just about adopted me. They were even going to let me use Anthony's
room with Anthony spending so much time with Jo in Wimbledon and getting a
footing in on Studio and shop work but Loren threw a fit and would you
believe I finished up sharing his room with him. Funny that, but Loren did
have a way of getting things done and usually to his own advantage.

The big problem came when the Half Term came up which was a two week
break. I was torn between spending it with Loren and company or going on
assignment. Caufield had come up with a nine day holiday at Arcachon in
South of France on the Biscay coast modelling beach and swimwear and the
money was good, so good I couldn't turn it down. I had a heart to heart
with Loren and in the end I decided I had to go, modelling was my future
after all. The porn was a sideline believe it or not and kosher modelling
assignments only came up once or twice a year.

Of course what had really tipped it was that Caulfield with his knowing
smirk firmly in place had shown me some of the kids I would be working with
and these were the cream of the crop. There were a trio of French kids,
another four Brits including a couple of sooty boys to make it nice and
PC. There were six girls of varying ages as well so there was quite a
collection, a mob for all seasons to get literary. Oh, yeah, there were a
couple there to make the dribble glands work flat out as well.

Funnily enough the only one of my age which was twelve almost thirteen was
another English kid called Dylan of all things and he was drop dead
gorgeous. He was a touch on the Leo side with the long hair and whatnot but
much, much better looking. This kid was a dream.

Anyway, the appointed time arrived and we flew out and did a couple of days
at full blast with the beachware and did lots of gambolling around in the
surf with the swimwear. The good thing was that we were two boys (or two
girls) to a room, I was shacked up with my dream boy both being English and
roughly the same age. There were fifteen year olds above us and ten year
olds below us in the company so it made sense.

It was a curious relationship for room mates, we just didn't seem to hit it
off, we were polite to each other and that was it. If we did talk it was
about school or sports, the usual thing but nothing personal. In the end I
just assumed he didn't like me very much... it happens. Pity was I was so
hot for him I spent half my time in the toilet wanking over what I thought
he might be like naked. Naked and in my bed that is.

The boy was quite courteous and polite but we were working different
schedules and it wasn't until the Friday that we finished up doing surf
romping on our own. I knew that we only had the one weekend of relaxation,
another three days work and then back home and more or less a couple of
days off before returning to school. I did think of Loren and the others
and did have a couple of jerk offs but reserved them for the toilet I
didn't want Dylan sussing me out. I'd caught him looking at me a couple of
times as if he was going to sit down with me and heart to heart but nothing
happened and our conversation had barely touched on 'boy things' and
certainly had got nowhere near sex.

Friday afternoon on the beach was more or less the shit or bust time and I
decided to try a bit of chat for the last time, there was no pressure and I
think Caufield and Dylan's photographer was just taking pictures for their
own portfolios maybe.

We were splayed out on the sand nearby, I was partly under the sun brolly
and he was laid out in the sun in all his honey skinned glory, I just
feasted my eyes wondering what it would be like to run my hands down his
smooth belly and into the top of his baggy swim shorts.

'Penny for your thoughts,' he spoke and I nearly collapsed. At times I
thought he was a mute.

'I was just thinking what a nice tan you have,' I babbled. 'A beautiful
body...' I nearly bit my tongue off, what a prattish thing to say. I felt
myself go as red as a tomato as I stammered. 'A good body I meant.' I just
wished the sand would swallow me up for all of eternity. Talk about putting
your foot in your mouth.

'Mmm,' he glanced at me. 'Horses for courses I suppose in this game. I'm OK
for the long, lanky, sporty type and you do for the boy next door image,
the clean cut type... don't put yourself down.'

'No, I meant...' I faltered there was no way out of this one. ' I meant to
say you have a good, fit and well developed body.'

'Flattery will get you everywhere,' he laughed.

I grinned back, at least we were still talking and I still fancied slipping
my hands down his smooth tummy, I guess I just buggered up that little
ploy. 'I gotta go and lie down in the room, I've got a splitting headache
coming on.'

'We can get a couple of asprins in reception,' he got to his feet and
walked across to Caufield and the other photographer. I heard him say that
he was taking me to our room and we'd both have a lie down until dinner
which was three hours hence. I couldn't believe it, the rather standoff
Norwich boy was coming across as a caring, sharing workmate... most odd.

'He hunkered down beside me and I glanced up his shorts as one does, he was
wearing the silly briefs under that they insisted on in the swimming and
wet shots. The obvious reason for these is that they don't want the
catalogue buyers to see the outline of willies in the wet costumes by the
way, that was more Jo's forte.

'A couple of hours out of the sun won't do you any harm,' he grinned
down. 'Come on Flore.'

Jeez, he rarely called me Florian let alone Flore. 'You don't have to
come.'

'Course it do.'

'I thought you didn't like me,' I blurted out. It might seem silly but
that's exactly what I said, I reddened up again. I was acting like a child
and saying all the wrong things. I was the kiddy who had originally shown
Loren how to mate, the boy who had taken young David's cherry and I was
like soft goo with this kid around.

'I thought you didn't like me either,' he grinned and held his hand out to
hoist me up. I took it and felt that feeling that they write about. The
spark of electricity that shows you've meet the one, the soul mate, the
number one. He must have felt it as well as his eyes locked on mine and he
smiled slightly. 'Friends now though?'

'Yeah,' I rose to my feet and looked up as he was a little taller, I
smiled. He was around two inches taller than me and was acting a lot more
adult for that matter, still we were talking at last and things might get
even better. Hope springs eternal in the human breast, or so I'd read
somewhere. Everything was going to be alright now.

We wandered back to the hotel along the beach not really speaking just
wittering on about the shirt and shorts shoot on the Monday and taking our
time. We got in the elevator and would you believe the aspirins were
completely forgotten. We were so close in the lift that I could feel his
body heat and would have become embarassed if I didn't have those God awful
tight briefs on under the baggy swim shorts and the huge beach towel draped
around my shoulders acting as a dressing gown.

'Maybe a good shower before you lie down...'  he murmured as we left the
lift.

'Sounds good,' I was so hot with the sun bathing and the residual
embarassment that I felt like a bloody lobster, I'd probably broil if I got
under a shower.

We got into our room and Dylan grinning at me hung the Do Not Disturb thing
on the outside door knob, I noticed he also flipped the catch on the door
which we were not supposed to do until bedtime. We were supposed to be
accessible to our chaperones at all times believe it or not.

'Safe,' he declared and flung himself onto his bed and lay there in all his
long legged glory.

'Yeah,' I agreed subsiding on mine with a sigh.

He was up on his feet again a second later. 'Gotta take these things off,'
he turned away and began to peel down his swimming gear. For one heart
stopping moment I thought he was going to strip to skin but no such luck. I
watched entranced as he shed the baggy shorts and stood with his back to me
in his skimpy white briefs clearly displaying his taut white buttocks and
the darker cleft that parted them. It's a stupid expression but my heart
was in my mouth as he hesitantly turned and clambered back onto his
bed. These briefs were double panelled in the front but I could clearly see
his penis outlined stretching upto his hip and the quite decent bulge of
his scrotum, it was as near as I'd ever seen him to naked and I was getting
hard.

'Very nice.' I did say I had the habit of putting my foot in my mouth
didn't I?

'Thank you, kind sir,' he did a little giggle and stretched out on his bed
on his back. The prat was flaunting himself I was sure of it but I didn't
mind. He was a sight for a junior pedo's eyes. Slender but well muscled
probably more on the swimmer's style and I knew he was a good swimmer, not
lard arsed like the so called jocks you get on the American and Czech
'Twink' sites. Yeah, before you comment. Jo did let us surf around on his
computer so we knew what the competition was.

'I may as well take these off,' I felt like an idiot standing up and
following his lead but I did so very aware of his eyes on me all the
time. I must admit I made a bit of meal of it and flipped my shorts away
like a male striper when I stood there for a moment in exactly the same
style of briefs that he was wearing.

'Very nice,' he mimicked me and grinned. 'Now you have got a beautiful
body.' He immediately turned crimson and turned away.

Shit on it. I rushed around the bed and plonked myself on his. I couldn't
let this go on. I put my hand on his warm shoulder and as he flinched
gently squeezed it. 'I love compliments,' I chuckled and slowly moved my
hand on his shoulder just pigging out on the smoothness and the texture of
his golden brown skin almost the colour of caramel. He suddenly turned onto
his back and gazed up at me with his blush fading and gave a weak grin.

'Well, I did something right,' his hand dropped onto my thigh and rested
there lightly. I knew we were on the verge, the cusp of whatever you want
to call it. One false move could bugger things for ever, one right move
could take us in the direction I was sure we wanted to go.

I ran one finger lightly down his sternum onto his belly and back again
avoiding his eyes and then did it again but with the back of my hand like
you test drying paint.

'I like that,' he sighed and I felt his hand tighten on my thigh as if
testing the meat of the muscle. We were almost there.

'Go on,' I whispered and moved in just a smidgeon, my penis was now so hard
and so obvious it couldn't be missed. His was the same by the way and it
was bigger than mine, it now streched in a solid tube from his groin and
actually bulged his briefs at the waistline with his glans.

He cautiously slipped his hand up my thigh until his fingers touched my
whites mere inches away from my pride and joy. As he did this I placed the
flat of my hand on his tight belly feeling the warmth and with my extended
little finger almost touching his cotton covered glans gently squeezed.

'Go for it,' he croaked and closed his eyes. I think he was expecting
something else but he didn't get it, I went for broke. I mentioned that
terrible saying 'shit or bust' earlier but this time I really did go the
whole hog. I cupped his smooth chin with one hand and gently kissed him
full on the lips. I think he nearly expired on the spot from shock. His
eyes shot open and he stared at me. I smiled and dropped my head for the
second time and kissed him on the throat and his hands flashed up holding
my head and dragging it back up. This time he was smiling and he pulled me
down for another full mouth to mouth.

'I've wanted to do that all week,' I sighed when we'd done and just gazed
at each other as if wondering what to do next.

'Me too,' he giggled and tugged my arm. I lay out alongside him and we
embraced for the first time and kissed again but this time the hands were
on the move. His were running up and down my back cupping my buns one
minute and stroking my back the next. Mine were at his front, smoothing his
nipples and belly and finally grasping his turgid penis through the
briefs. 'Wanna get naked?' He croaked avoiding my eyes.

'In the bed,' I whispered.

The shyness had finally disappeared, we virtually ripped off the skimpy
white briefs and before even having a chance to admire each others stiff
equipment we were under the covers snuggling together, groping like mad and
gazing at each other like a pair of love lorn loons (well, it scanned).

We ground our bellies together mashing our aching hardnesses and then he
made his move, in fact, I wanted to see how far he'd go. He reached between
my legs and opened them slightly with a little pressure from his hand and
with a sigh of satisfaction or it may have been of triumph he fed his
erection between my thighs. Naturally enough once it was between my legs I
clamped on it and he began to dry fuck. I didn't mind, with our contortions
I could feel him fuckling upwards and his knob's end now a tad sticky and
slippery prodding into the bottom of my cleft, mine was being wanked up
between our bellies and I was so hard that I knew I didn't have long to go.

I wondered fleetingly how much experiece he'd had with boys because once
we'd broken the ice, once we'd got naked he was making all the moves of
someone who knew what he was doing. If I'd have raised my legs up the side
of his body he'd have been inside me, no problems at all. All we were doing
was basically a full frontal but on our sides. I wondered whether to let
him take me but no, not yet.

'You are fantastic,' his lips mashed onto mine and he started to speed up,
I loosened my grip a bit letting him get almost there and then clamped them
again as I felt his slippery knob nearly spear me.  'Aaaaah...' he groaned
in frustration and let fly, I felt his hot cock pump and throb between my
legs and the hot squirts of his spunk on the back of my thighs and with a
final effort some found it's way into my crack. For a split second I was
going to let him take on a coating of his own spunk but I was cruel, we had
another five days and I wanted to know a lot more about this kid. 'Come on,
come on,' he held me tightly as I fucked against his stomach. Suddenly he
moved, a quick wriggle and my super hard, itching and nearly raw meat was
between his legs and positions were reversed.

I tried the same tactic as he had fucking upwards feeling my knob inches
away from his honeypot but he laughed and kept control. No way was I taking
his pussy this time around, he knew it and so did I. I pumped frantically
as he squeezed himself on me and I felt it cuming.

'Dylan...' I moaned as I felt my juices rise and then the blessed pumping
as I spurted and squirted my semen between his legs and up onto the bottom
of his bum. He giggled and held me tightly as I slowed and finally
stopped. We slowly moved together feeling our messy and flaccid cocks
together both feeling the other's spunk between our legs and over the lower
half of our bums.

'We gotta go the whole way next time,' he looked at me and kissed my
nose. 'All the way... yeah?'

'Yeah,' I agreed, there was no need to beat around the bush it was pretty
obvious that neither of us were inexperienced. We'd both been there before.

'Gawd, he moaned. 'Four wasted days.'

'Look on the bright side,' I grinned and worked my cum smeared cock against
his. 'Five days to catch up.'

'True,' he laughed. 'We'd better have a shower and tidy the beds up before
one of the chaperone types comes asniffing.'

'Good thinking, Batman. Ten minutes snoogle first.'

'Snoogle? Alright then,' he agreed with a little grin and cuddled me into
his smooth body. 'You really are a beautiful boy.'

'Ditto to you, Dylan.'

We shared the shower and that was just as enjoyable as the simulated sex,
well, it wasn't simulated but you know what I mean. I soaped he and he
soaped me and we both got as hard as flagpoles again, ain't it the way of
boyhood the world over. When you want to act Mr Cool the hormones go bloody
potty, it's a twenty four hour hard on.

'I had my first sex in a shower,' he remarked conversationally as I washed
his back. 'My first shag.'

'Who did you do?' I asked with my ears flapping like Dumbo's.

'Done me you mean. This kid at school, just a bit older slipped me before I
knew what was happening.'

'Just like that?' I laughed.

'No, not just like that,' he gave me a scowl over his shoulder. 'We were
both playing at wankies and I turned my back to get the soap or something
and he pushed me into the wall and rammed it up, he was bigger than
me. That's my excuse anyway,' he gave a short laugh.

'And you got your own back?'

'Not really,' he laughed shorty. 'I pulled the same stunt with a classmate
two weeks later... the difference was my mate wanted it so it worked out
OK.'

'Still with him?'

'On and off.'

Well that was his abreviated life story, he was neither a virgin front nor
back so we should do well together.

'What about you, today wasn't your first dry hump and nearly fuck, was it?'

'I like that,' I laughed. 'A 'nearly fuck', classic.' I span him around and
soaped his chest and massaged his revitalised prong. 'No I've done bits
here and there,' I lied in my teeth. 'I suppose I have a steady boyfriend
as well... you know, no strings type.'

'How old's he? He pumped his hips into my hand.

'About six months in front of me, thirteen.'

'Good don't get tied up with seventeens or eighteens. The bastard who done
me first was eighteen, he hurt like fuck.'

'I bet.' I looked sympathetic, I wouldn't be mentioning Jo, Anthony, Alex,
Leo and Little David... not to mention Patric and Dennis. I think Dylan was
ready to accept one boyfriend not a fuck Club and funnily enough I didn't
want to put myself across as a slut, well, who does? I wanted to enjoy the
next five days on a one to one basis, both of us could pretend it was our
first time. Good thinking there. 'We should spend the next four days like
it's our first romance, pretend first love.'

'No pretend there, Florian,' he clasped my soapy body and kissed me
slipping his tongue into my mouth, I felt his slippery penis slide up and
down my belly as he moved. I clasped his tight water sheened buns, the next
three or four days would be fun.

We got dried off and went downstairs and we knew where to find the others,
they were lurking around the Cafeteria and the Games Room, the Restaurant
wasn't even open. There was quite a mob at the table tennis and snooker,
some I think may even have been local kids as there was a lot of French
being bandied about... a bit odd for France.

The little ones, the nine and ten year olds were accompanied by their eagle
eyed female chaperones so we spend time shooting the breeze with the
fifteen year olds, the real flash guys although rough skin, the zit problem
and the dreaded five o'clock shadow was beginning to take their
toll... their days were numbered ho ho!  Eventually we trooped in and sat
with Caufield and Dylan's handler, by the way, I avoided calling Caufield
by his christian name (sorry, forename for the PC mob), I could never
remember if it was Dirk or Kirk, I always got it wrong.

'You two seem to be getting on a little better,' he looked at the menu and
looked at his mate. 'What say you George?'

'Seems that way.'

Dylan and I both mumbled something noncommital.

'George and I will leave you alone over the weekend,' he went on. 'But we
need a solid gold promise you won't stray more than a mile from this
hotel...OK?'

'You got it,' I replied and Dylan agreed. We'd spend the weekend on the
beach, in the little fairground or in the hotel, there wasn't an awful lot
to do in this place.

'No talking to strange men either,' George chipped in.

'Might be photographers,' Dylan laughed.

'Definitely not photographers,' George laughed. They'd obviously been this
way before. 'You're under contract until you get home.'

'Goes for you too, young Florian,' Caufield reminded me.

Ordering done we ate our meal more or less in silence although every time I
looked up I noticed either Caulfield or the other guy studying me or
Dylan. Something was up.

At the end of the meal we were still eating when our two photographers bade
us a farewell and disappeared and that was our chaperones out of the
running. I wondered how the High Command felt about that but perhaps
someone else was keeping an eye on us, someone we didn't know about.

'Weird,' Dylan commented.

'Yeah... I wonder what they're upto.'

'Who cares, I shrugged. 'Fancy a promenade, M. Poirot?'

'Why not, Hastings,' he laughed and away we went.

It was pretty warm along the front although there was a stiff breeze coming
off Biscay bringing a little chill to the air, never mind we had longies on
and jumpers. We didn't venture too far as some of the local Frog Bois were
a bit loutish and we didn't want to fall foul of them, there was enough
talent lurking about the hotel if we felt a need to shop around although we
were both supposed to be playing star struck lovers.

'Couple of games of table tennis or pool?' I suggested.

'Yeah, why not,' Dylan smiled as we turned around. 'I was going to suggest
an early night...'

'Ten.'

'Sounds good,' he laughed. 'Let's go and shag someone at ping pong.'

I knew who I'd rather shag and one long blonde haired kid was the top of my
list even if he did have a Welsh name. In fact, we couldn't get on the
tabble tennis table but we did play pool as partners and won three on the
trot but I was getting restless, I wanted to further our little
relationship. I wanted nooky.

'Come on, let's go,' he smiled as we propped the wall up watching a couple
of the younger ones playing around on the hotel table. 'This is pathetic.'
I didn't know if he referred to the kids playing pool or us two standing
there each waiting for the other to surrender.

'Right,' I grinned and followed him out into the reception. He had a tight
pair of near white cords on and his arse jiggled like a couple of peaches
in a bag of jelly. Well, I suppose there's more poetic ways of expressing
it but peaches will do me. He set off up the stairs at a gallop shocking
some of the more staid of the guests but we didn't care, we had one track
minds and you know the punchline for that old schooly saying.

In the room he snapped the catch again and turned to face me.

'Alone...' I cut him off virtually leaping on him and bearing him down onto
the nearest bed. My lips met his and our tongues joined in a slippery
mess. It was brill, I ground my groin against his feeling his hardness
through his trousers and he obviously felt the same through mine, we were
very seriously on heat. 'Let's have a quick...'

''Baby making session,' I provided.

'Shower, beautiful.'

'Why not.' I could get to like this lanky blonde vision, I don't get called
beautiful too often. We stripped off at warp speed and I chased his
bouncing white buttocks as he made for the small en suite shower. A minute
later we were in a soapy struggle trying to get that advantage, you know
the one, the one where you slip him the old pork sword before he nails
you. He was taller than I was but I was quicker and in the end gasping and
laughing we had to give up. The only way we were going to join was by
mutual consent and that's the way it should be.

'I'm so hard,' he whined doing his old trick by bending his knees a bit and
sliding his super stiffy under my tight nuts and between my legs, he
grabbed my soapy buns and made vague fucking motions.

'Let's rinse off and go to bed,' I reached up and grabbed him around his
wet neck. 'Then you can do me and I can do you.'

'You gotta deal,' he kissed me softly and then harder until my jaw ached. I
reached down and he was as hard as a lump of granite. He was so hot he
could pop at any minute and I didn't want it wasted on the outside of my
body this time.

'Come on,' I slurred and swilled off. We both grabbed towels and left the
shower in silence both drying each other off and both marvelling at our
hardnesses, he had the gleam of precum on his glans and as I moved his
foreskin to and fro he whinced and moaned.

We collapsed on my bed and I lay on my back indicating surrender, I was his
now and he could take his pleasure.

'How do you want it?' He asked almost shyly.

'In me.' How's that for blunt.

He chuckled softly and to my surprise rolled me over and parted my legs. I
felt him slip between them and the brush of his lips on my bare bottom. He
kissed and lapped both buttocks and then he started up my spine, I expected
him to insert himself when he was up at my neck but he didn't. He started
on the way back still kissing and still lapping. What he did do was to
force my legs apart further making my bottom come up and when it did he
quickly tugged at a pillow and crammed it under my groin.

'OK. babes?'

'Fine,' I wriggled my bum as I felt his body heat and his slippery glans
slip between my cheeks. We were going dry and I hoped that he knew what he
was doing, I'm into loving not pain but I needed to have no fear. He'd done
this before, he moved his swollen knob to and fro smearing his precum on my
pucker and kept it going with little gentle prods until I felt myself open
up and the mass of his egorged penis penetrate me and his heat began to
fill me. This slender almost willowy boy had a slender cock to go with his
build but it still felt like a log as he slowly began to work his hips to
and fro sinking deeper and deeper into my wriggling body.

'Alright,' he whispered and I felt his hot breath on the side of my face.

'I'll live,' I croaked and he giggled moving just a little faster placing
his hands onto my shoulder blades and then either side of me.  'Ooooh,' I
tensed up as he began to go faster and dig a bit deeper until I felt his
warm, smooth skinned belly nestle into the small of my back, his hot cock
was in me and I could feel his heat and his stiff now well lubricated penis
moving easily in my tender flesh.

'So nice,' he whispered kissing my ears and trying for the side of my
face. He was now laying on me full length and I could feel the pump of his
heart as he just made love with short jabs raising his hips and the
slapping back down. 'Yesssss...' he hissed as he worked up speed thrusting
into me deep and hard.

'Go on,' I lost it and started to push back up forcing myself off the
pillow into a half crouched position and he just thrust and thrust his pale
skinned long cock into my tensed bum.

'Jeez, Flore... I can't keep this up.' He slapped into me and held me
tightly as I felt his organ pump and squirt his hot boy juices into my
belly further lubricating and easing his movements. 'Gawd,' he moaned and I
felt two further squirts and then the slippery stickiness of his spunk in
between my cheeks. I could feel the damn stuff oozing from me with every
movement he made, he'd flooded my little tunnel and I pushed back hard
against him savouring his juices and his still hard and slowly moving
meat. 'That was good for me,' he kissed between my sweat beaded shoulder
blades.

'Me too,' I agreed wriggling on his now limpening cock, the messy bit would
be when he slipped it out. I took us down onto our sides with him still in
me and crammed a towel into the danger area. A sex stained bed is just what
we didn't need.

'Thanks,' he muttered and gently slipped free from my battered ring. He
pressed up against my back and I felt the towel between my cheeks as his
arms went around me and his long fingers played with my stiff little
nipples. 'A pity holiday romances are so short,' he spoke quietly and held
me tighter. 'I'd like to be your full time boyfriend but distance and other
things...' He tailed off.

'True,' I squirmed against him knowing that he was talking nonsense,
holiday romances are like ships that meet in the night or so I've been
told. I was rather hoping he'd want to go again. 'I gotta tell you that I
have a boyfriend at home.'

'Good for you, you did mention him before. What's his name? He
smiled. 'Mine's Steve.'

This looked like being a continuation of our earlier chat, he was really
opening up now and I had to be careful what I said about the Studio
although telling him about Skinny Lizzy should be safe.

'Lorenzo,' I supplied.

'Very romantic.'

'Not really,' I laughed thinking of Loren. 'He's a bit of an idiot but my
idiot if you know what I mean. Half English, quarter French and a quarter
Italian.'

'Very exotic.'

'Not really, he's a bit of a clown but we go well together.'

'As it should be,' he laughed. 'Steve's a bit of a dickhead but we do good
sex.'

'You do,' I rolled over and turned to face him. 'You come like a bloody
horse or something.'

'Dreaming of you for the last four nights,' he grinned and kissed me full
on the lips. 'Let's seal our holiday romance.'

'How?' I must have been having a thick moment. How?'

'Do me,' he looked amused. 'That's what you wanted wasn't it?'

'Yeah... after,' I slipped from the bed and headed for the little
toilet. Pity there are mechanics associated with clean and tidy sex but
there are all the same.

When I came back he was laying spreadeagled like a pale golden angel, his
face was framed by his shoulder length blonde hair and his body shone with
the gleam of perspiration and his lovely cock had retreated into its
foreskin and lay on his belly like a three inch noodle. I think I prefered
the extended version but never mind he was absolutely beautiful. He must
work on his tan and as a model it must have been money in the bank for
him. Dusky golden, I revised my colouring, the paleness of his white groin
and genitalia clearly outlined the skimpies he must have sumbathed in. Jo
and the others especially Alex would have freaked out, I knew Alex, he had
a taste for long haired blondes, well actually... he had a taste for
anything in trousers, better still out of them. I put thoughts of Jo and
the dark skinned Alex out of my mind as I clambered up onto the bed and
knelt between his legs.

'Frontal?' He whispered.

'In a minute,' I lay guided my erection into his fork and lay on him
sandwiching his softy between our bellies amd moved up and down slightly.

'The night is not yet over,' he declaimed like an actor. 'If we want babies
we have to keep trying,' he gave me a goofy look and I crushed his lips
with mine.

'I get the message,' I moved my belly up and down on his sex feeling the
thing thickening and hardening. Shame but it was my turn now. I slipped my
hands under his flawless tanned thighs and raised them taking his knees
down onto his chest exposing his pucker in his totally smooth and slightly
sweaty cleft. I sniffed the aroma of boy funk and dropped my head.

'Jeeezus, Flore,' he leapt and the giggled as I started to eat out his
crack and suck and lick at his tiny smooth centred pucker. 'You are so
bloody evil.'

'I know,' I slobbered delighting in his smooth warm cleft and probing at
his gleaming ring, I felt it yield as I probbed with my tongue and felt it
try to grip my slippery organ as I grasped his flattened cheeks and spread
them even further.

'Come on, come on,' he slurred and I swear his little pucker twitched in
anticipation. He'd probably had bigger dicks than mine but he wasn't
complaining. Well, as Jo says, it's not how big it is, it's how you use it
and I was deternined to prove the point. He may well be more experienced
than me but I was a quick learner and with Loren and the rest I hadn't gone
short of tutorials if you can call them that. Loren calls them sweaty fucks
but for a so called 'exotic' he gets awfully 'common' at times. Love him,
the skinny tosser.

I gave Dylan's smooth scrotum a tongue bath on my way up his body, gave his
hardening noodly a licking for long enough to see the glans reappear from
it's little hoody and then tracked up his belly onto his lips. He urged me
to be careful as he wriggle his little fanny on my swollen glans and I
pushed.

'Ooooh,' he sighed without any pain and let his legs drop onto my back as I
penetrated him and started to move straight away. He was nice and tight
which cheered me up no end and he liked it as well which was even
better. As I seated myself into his warm flesh he clamped on me and
returned my kisses stroking my shoulders as I began to move in and out. I
was so hard and my balls were so tight I knew I wasn't going to last then
again, hopefully, this was the first and not the last. I slid in and out
right to his gateway and then back in again giving a little corkscrew
making him feel what I had and he clung to me hard and mumbled sweet
nothings in my ear all the while I bonked away... hate that word bonk by
the way but it suits.

I stayed silent and saved all my energy for giving him a good one but he
started to urge me on to go faster and go harder and I did. I was sweatily
slapping into his body when I came and it was a good one. I rammed in hard
and tight closing my eyes as I felt my body seem to drain in hot squirts
and spurts and fell onto his belly. His legs slipped down my back and his
heels gave my buns a bit of a jiggle.

'Now... you cum like a horse,' he grinned happily at me before we started
trading spit again. 'We're gonna have fun for the next few days.'

'I hope so,' I smiled tiredly. I was drained, shattered, knackered and
exhausted, I could also feel his reawakened penis twitch between our sweat
glued bellies. Could be it was going to be a long night.

I woke up early surprisingly enough after a night of downright
debauchery. I was in my own bed and I recall I'd crept into that around
four in the morning, we didn't want the hotel staff getting any wrong
ideas. In fact, we didn't want to raise any suspicions at all. I glanced
over to the other bed and all I could see of Dylan was the top of his head
and his long blonde hair.  I was tempted to go for our fourth joining but
decided against it, there was pigging out and being a glutton, I decided
rather regretably to have a shower instead, anyway, they started serving
breakfasts in just over an hour and I liked to get in early before the
fifteen year old mob descended on the place like a plague of locusts. We
were going on a visit to a vineyard in the morning and had free time after
that. Guess what Dylan and I had planned for the afternoon.

I was enjoying my shower and beginning to feel half human when in walked my
number one man, he gave me a tired smile and sidled into the shower with
me.

'How's it going, Randy Rabbit?'

'A bit shagged, Sex Machine.'

'Too true,' he giggled and started to soap me up, I had already done the
biz but let him get on with it, it gave me a chance to do the same for
him. Boys will be boys, five minutes later our wrinkled and played out
dickies were gleaming and standing at attention like a pair of newly minted
dildos. 'One for the road,' he whispered as he clasped me running his soapy
hands up and down my slick body.

'Go on then,' I muttered. God, I was so weak but I loved his long skinny
cock and for a kid his age he was such a good lover.

After the mandatory tongue tango he guided me down to my knees and crouched
over me with his stiffness slipping up and down my crack at the same time
he gave me a slow soapy wank. A bit of positioning and I felt his slippery
glans press against my pucker and he was in me, I suspected that I gave
that little moan, the one that translates as 'that's nice' or something
similar. he held my hips and slowly and gently slipped in and out, I just
delighed in his hard core spreading my pucker and massaging my prostate and
the walls of my stretched rectum. I was used to him by now and after a
night of it why not? I pushed back onto his thrusts and when he came it was
just as good as his first. That skinny kid seemed to have the sex drive of
a bloody animal, he just cum and cum. He stayed in me as I straightened
myself up and completed his hand job as I spurted and splattered over the
shower tiles.

'One way to start the day,' he carefully slipped free as we stood and ran
the shower again.

'Gotta beat cornflakes,' I giggled.

We weren't the first at breakfast, Caufield and his mate George were both
there and both studying us as we were escapees from the local zoo.

'A good night?' George grinned at Dylan.

'Yeah, alright.'

'You?' Caulfield looked at me.

'Alright,' I muttered looking for the waiter with the wheaties.

'The alright boys,' Caulfield grinned at this George guy. 'Bus leaved at
nine thirty returns here for lunch around one,' Caulfield looked at a sheet
of paper. 'This is the Chateau poopoo I'm talking about, the visit to the
vineyard.'

'Sounds fun,' I looked at Dylan trying not to sound too sarcastic, tramping
through a load of field load of shrubbery or whatever these things were
didn't really sound a lot of fun.'

'Well you visit the squashery and probably get a taster or two,' George
laughed. 'Gotta be a good crack.'

'For adults maybe,' Dylan scowled.

'I've got a fun proposition,' Caufied looked at us both. 'Got to be worth
around fifty quid each.' He looked at the other guy and George nodded for
him to continue.

'Really,' I think Dylan and I spoke together.

'Yeah,' George continued the conversation. 'You know that Jake over there
is one of mine,' he gave a slight nod at the fifteen year old's table.

'Oh, I know that,' Dylan spoke. Well, he was one up on me, I didn't know. I
looked across at this Jake character who was qite a dark skinned boy with a
good head of black hair, he was quite stocky and looked quite a tough
little nut. Nice if you liked boys bigger than yourself which I did. I
wondered what was coming bearing in mind the fifty quid remark. Something
less than routine sprang to mind and I realised that the rest of the table
was chatting away and that I was daydreaming.

'Listen up, Florian,' Caufield frowned at me.

'Sorry.'

'What I was suggesting or offering was a little private session,' George
started his chat again. 'Dirk and myself would like to take around half an
hour's worth of pictures of you two and Jake nude, strictly naturalist,
nothing out of order but stuff for our own collections.'

'Yeah, I bet,' I thought and from the look on Dylan's face he was thinking
more or less the same.

'We have found a nice secluded spot about a mile away and it would be
around twenty minutes walk. Just strip off in the sun, a bit of a scamper,
a bit of a wrestle and a selection of dick and bum shots.'

Well that set it out in black and white.

'Jake's willing but he won't do it on his own.'

'He suggested you two,' Caufield grinned. 'He must have the hots for
blondes.'

'Har, har,' Dylan gave a pretty sneer but I could see the pound signs in
his eyes spinning around like a fruit machine. Fifty quid wasn't bad for a
bit of willy waggling on the side.

'Where are these pictures going?' I asked. I hoped with my porn background
I was a bit smarter than Dylan or a bit more cautious at least.

'Private collection, they're not going on line like some,' Caufield looked
at me and I realised that with my secret background I had to do pretty much
as he wanted. Our photographer was our mainstay, our main link to the
business and virtually our manager, if I upset Caufiled I was more or less
out of work.

'Well, I don't mind if Florian doesn't mind,' Dylan finally spoke.

'Goes for me too,' I breathed a sigh of relief, with Dylan and the dark kid
ready and willing to play it should be a doddle. What could go wrong with a
few innocent nudes. I recalled our morning up at Pounders Pond and that was
easy enough. I quite fancied Jake anyway from what I could see with my
crafty glances.

I was a bit surprised at Kirk and George but one thing was for sure, I had
to keep this from Jo. The thing was that if they could aford to give us
fifty quid each they were getting a hell of a sight more. They'd found a
rich punter who liked teeny boys or the said punter had found them.

'After lunch,' George spoke, George seemed to be taking the lead. 'Just
bring a nice big towel to lie on... 'Oh, yeah. Try and have a chat to Jake
this morning, just tell him you're in, he'll know what you're on about.'

That was it. Whilst all the chat had been going on breakfast had been
getting ignored, we tucked in. High adventure awaited us. I didn't believe
for one moment that they just wanted willy waggling for fifty quid but we'd
cross that bridge when we came to it.

'Top, top secret on this one,' Caufield said to me before we left the
table. 'This is very dodgy and I wouldn't like our friends to find out
anything.' >From the way he looked at me and spoke I knew perfectly well he
was referring to Jo and my young pals... well, I was pretty sure Loren and
the rest couldn't give a toss but Jo would go apeshit to put it mildly.

The rest of the breakfast passed without incident and we eventually piled
in the bus and were on our way. Another thing I'd like to pass on, if you
want a nice quiet Saturday morning do not hike around a dusty vineyard with
some Frog speaking shattered English giving you the ins and outs of
winemaking... boring, boring and even more boring. We actually got a taster
of the muck they produced and it tasted absolutely awful. Well, it did to
us kids although it seemed French youngsters drunk it like milk. I'd settle
for the milk. Having said all that Jo had given us wine a couple of times
but it had been white and not too bad, this was red and foul, all a matter
of taste I suppose. We did approach Jake and made contact and although
perfectly polite as far as fifteen year olds go he didn't have to much to
say. I rather fancied him as a matter of fact and I could see that Dylan
was attracted as well.

'Slut,' I hissed as we walked away on our own.

'Not my type,' he grinned. 'Caught your fancy though.'

'Just a bit,' I laughed. Well, why not? We weren't boyfriends or
anything. Jake was probably a bit shorter than Dylan with a mop of thick
black hair but he was meatier, more muscular if you know what I mean and I
was rather keen to see what he had between his legs having fond
recollections of Anthony and he was the same age.

The tour eventually finished and we all clambered into the coach and went
back to the hotel for lunch, a morning completely wasted as far as I was
concerned but then again we were going to earn some money this afternoon
and get a look at Jake's bits. Both Dylan and myself were a bit worried
about Caulfield and his mate trying it on but I thought that was pretty
unlikely, Caufield had always been straight with me in the past and
although I was quite convinced he was bent I don't think boys were his cup
of meat. I wasn't too sure about Dylan's man but Dylan more or less said
the same thing about him. Anyway, if they were going to play silly buggers
it would have been two on two not with an extra boy floating around.

It was quite warm but cloudy, the best of the summer had gone so the walk
to their location of choice was quite pleasant. They walked in front with
their camera bags and Jake, Dylan and myself trailed behind mucking around
and having a giggle. The more I saw of Jake the more I fancied him and
Dylan could see that although he didn't seem to put out about it. One very
interesting fact surfaced in our chat and that was that Jake was the odd
man out. He was the only one of the older boys with his own room and that
was because of the numbers, no other reason. He said the company had tried
to bunk him in with a pair but the hotel wouldn't allow it, he said it
didn't fuss him too much as he spent most of the time with his pals apart
from when he went to bed.

Naturally enough my mind flew to nocturnal visits, I had visions of
inviting him to pop around when everyone was in bed and visit Dylan and
myself then I thought of a better idea, we had four or five nights left,
both Dylan and myself could visit him, comfort him in his lonely bed sort
of thing. Of course, I was making a lot of assumptions and the main one was
that he was game for a game. he maybe a violent anti gay and just doing the
dick waving purely as an earner. As they say, the jury was out for the
moment.

After quite a long hike we peeled off the dirt track and came into this
glade which had a small stream running through it. Very photogenic and as
dead as a doornail apart from the local birds having a bit of a
jamboree. Caufield and the other photographer had a wander around spying
out the land but it was quite a warm late summer afternoon and a Saturday
as well so at last they declared themselves satisfied. By now the three of
us boys were paddling in the quite shallow stream in our shorts just
keeping cool.

'Just go from shorts to naked,' George sang out. 'No big deal and keep on
the move unless one of us yells freeze... got it?'

'Got it.' We all replied. This was pretty standard practice with free
posing, pretty much the same as Jo did. The only time he wanted a 'freeze'
was when he wanted a gutsy close up and I know you know what I mean by
that. Spunk splashing and all the really crude stuff. The difference was
that this was pure naturalist... yeah, right.

There was no great embarassment between myself and Dylan although Jake was
a little slower getting his clothing off. In the end we did more splashing
about in the pool and then spread the towels out and lay out allowing
Caulfield and George to do close up willy shots and bum shots, there had to
be more than this for fifty quid and eventually we got to it.

'Some style,' George ordered. George by the way seemed to have taken
charge. 'Jake, lay out on your back. you blondies get your faces right up
close to his penis and blow on it or something.'

'Blow on it,' Dylan hooted with laughter.

'Just rest your hand on it,' Caufield butted in. You, Florian just stroke
his balls... don't go mad.'

'I'm not going to,' I informed him. Sod this, this was getting porny dunno
about naturalist. We did it all the same and of course Dylan had to get
carried away, Jake had to pop a stiffy and I had to go to town on his warm
scrotum. In the end he was vrtually having a two boy wank which he didn't
seem too displeased about. he had a nice cock as well. Uncircumcised and
very dark skinned, the thing was that for his small frame he was a well
built boy, it must have been a good five incher and he had a very healthy
black pubic bush to go with it. No whispy hairs here, the real deal. He
also had the beginning of a treasure trail just like Anthony's heading for
his belly button... sorry, navel that was.

'Reverse it around, one of you others get in the middle.' That was George
again dishing out orders.

I let Dylan go in the middle I had an evil plan that might get me into
trouble but what the hell, I had a pretty good idea what these two wanted.

Dylan lay his lanky sun tanned body out, he had a stiffy on already and his
pink glans was totally exposed as it lay up his flat belly.

Jake immediately went for the lowrer position and began to jiggle Dylan's
nuts, he clearly didn't know how far he had to go or even how far he was
expected to go. I did, I was a mind reader.

I saw both photographers close in as I confidently took Dylan's beautiful
erection in my hand and slowly wanked it gazing soulfully for the cameras.

'Nice one,' George breathed from around a foot away.

Glancing at him I gave a big cheesy grin and swiped my tongue across Dylans
pee slit and then posed with my tongue just tickling the top of his glans
making it nice and shiny.

'Jeez,' Jake muttered from his position and to my amazement stuck his
tongue out and prodded at Dylan's tight scrotum, he'd cracked just like
that. He gave me a wink and a bit of a grin.

Caufield was nearly wetting his knickers with all this going on and when I
actually slipped my mouth over Dylan and took a couple of sucks and left
his erection all shiny and as stiff as a pole he nearly passed out.

'Don't get carried away,' he laughed. 'How's about some basic kissing, a
bit tongue sandwich as well.

'Yeah, right,' Dylan mumbled but he was happy as he was, Jake must have
found his feet as he smiled at me and gave me a clumsy kiss over Dylan's
dick. I grabbed his neck and before he could protest or pull away planted a
smacker full onto his lips. His eyes shot open for a second and then I felt
his sweet lips press back onto mine, after that it was easy. The
icebreaking was done, the bloody stuff had thawed and although we didn't
really do anything porny we did relax after that. Lots of kissing, lots of
French kissing which seemed appropriate considering where we were and a lot
more hands on cocks. All three of us had erections and my chance came right
at the end of it all. I grasped Jake's thick prong and finally took a
taste. Yummy as in big time yummy, I slipped my lips up and down his hot
cock and could have kept it going until he squirted until Caulfield
laughingly told us that he had enough. Of course I had to cease and desist,
I didn't want to put myself across as a slut.

Our two photographers were over the moon, big grins and congratulations all
round, even the rather solemn Jake was grinning. I had the feeling we may
get offered another session before we returned but that may have been my
imagination. At least they knew that we were ready, willing and able.

On the way back Dylan walked up front with the two grown ups and I tailed
along with my new pal Jake, it seemed I had a fan after the sucky sucky
episode.

'I liked it when you did my er...'

'Sucked your dick,' I laughed.

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'You and your mate seem to get on OK.'

'Yeah, we do... every night,' I told him. I glanced at him and his face had
darkened in a flush. I suspected he was about to pop a question.

'Damn lucky, I'm stuck in on my own,' he grumbled but he was fishing. I
almost laughed out loud and took pity on him.

'You could always come around our room in the evening if you want to play
around,' I told him qietly. 'Better still I could come around yours after
lights out if you wanted to play around big time.'

'Big time?'

'You know what I mean,' I stopped and he did as well.

'Blow jobs?' His voice nearly broke into a squeak.

'Bit more than that,' I murmured. 'Me one night, Dylan another.'

'You're both at it?' he sounded astonished.

'Not at anything,' I laughed. 'Just making a suggestion, no camera, just
boy on boy.' Well, I'd said my bit, I couldn't get any clearer than
that. It just depended how brave he was or possibly how keen he was, he
wouldn't be the one breaking the room curfew, that would be myself or
Dylan.

'Jeez,' he sighed and walked on with me in tow. 'What time of night?'

'In around midnight, out at dawn.'

'Sounds good,' he glanced sideways. 'Of course if I got you in my bed I'd
be tempted to really go big time,'

'So would I.' I wondered who was going to use the word fuck, bonk or shag
first... big time, indeed.

'Really,' he grinned. 'Do you do anything heavy with your mate?'

'Bonk like mad.' There you go, I'd said it.

'Jeez...' The poor soul was lost for words. 'What... actually, er... fuck?'
That question came after a prolonged silence.

'Yeah. Why not,' I laughed. 'We've both got urges, both got the privacy, no
witnesses, what more do you want?'

'I gotta think about this.'

'Do that, the offer isn't open forever.' Cheeky sod, the two tastiest boys
on the shoot and he was thinking about it. Mind you, he was quite nice and
he'd play. He must have been bored out of his crust stuck in a room by
himself.

The hotel didn't do what we English would call a tea but coffee and soft
drinks were available from a buffet arrangement which at least kept you
going until the main evening meal which was around seven, after that most
of the models and their chaperones used to take the evening air on the
front or raking around the quite busy harbour town and it's quays and
jetties. Bordeaux was only about thirty miles overland as Arcachon was on a
large penisular and could be reached by fast train or bus but it didn't
look like we'd make it this trip. Mind you now we had some money in our
pockets it may be worth pressing the dreaded chaperones, I'd like to pick
some silly souveniers up for Ant and Loren as they were part French, maybe
a foreskin guillotine.

When we got back we had Cokes and some sweeties just to keep the inner man
going and I did another postcard for Loren, on this one I just wrote: 'Got
it, at last', it wouldn't mean much for to a nosey postman but it would
mean something to Loren, after some thought I added the word 'twice'.

We had a couple of hours to spare so accordingly tromped back upto our
room, it was getting chilly and a good time to get rid of the shorts and
get into jeans or better still get into bed for a while. Needless to say
Jake got a joint invitation to visit and he tagged along probably wondering
what we had in mind. I knew what I wanted and it was dangling between the
dark boy's legs right now.

'Home sweet home,' Dylan flopped onto his bed. 'Nothing worse than having
someone play around with it and not being able to culminate.'

'What's culminate?' Jake sat on the edge of my bed and looked blank.

'I think he means squirt,' I grinned. I looked across at Dylan and he gave
me a slight nod, the fifteen year old was dead meat. As I grabbed him from
behind and pulled him back Dylan hopped from his bed and jumped onto our
Jake, poor ol' Jake was captured. He had no chance with two sex starved
twelve year olds intent on ravishing his bits.

'Get off, get off,' he squealed like a little girl (with a deep voice) as I
held him and Dylan opened up his shorts but he could have fought back
harder, he just didn't really try... whatta spoilsport.

'That's a nice noodle,' Dylan with a broad grin on his face extracted
Jake's almost hard penis from the boy's briefs and grasped the warm
meat. 'This is what you were after wasn't it, Flore?'  Great, talk about
being put on the spot and here I was busy munching at Jake's soft neck and
enjoying his little mews of pleasure, he was getting really turned on.

'Three way blow?' I reached out and took charge of Jake's now totally hard
penis as Dylan casually dropped his shorts and got up on the bed with us
wearing just his briefs with his long skinny erection very obvious.

'What?' That was both of them by the way.

'We all do each other,' I said. I knew it was a basic, I'd done it with Pat
and Dennis in Lewes and with Alex and his mate Leo for a photoshoot. As a
demo I shuffled myself around on the single bed and pushed the willing Jake
into position, I then showed Dylan where to go. It was fine, I was taking
care of Jake which was my main aim, Dylan was looking after me and Jake was
quite happily taking care of my blonde mate. A proper shagging threesome
may or may not come later but I was more interested in what you could call
a midnight flit. Apart from the sex the risk was the thing, great fun and a
very lonely boy at the end of it... a very lonely sex starved fifteen year
old I should have said. When you're twelve and into boys something like
that is not to be denied.

Anyway, back to Jake. His cock was nice, as I've said darker skinned than
we blondies and thicker as well. A boy well on his way to being a youth,
very yummy. I gave him a good one, in addition to the sucking and the
slurping I tickled his pee slit with my tongue and gently grazed the rim of
his glans with my teeth accepting the taste of his tart precum all the
time. His smooth balls were tight in their sac and he was real gone. I mean
it, big time. He was sucking away at Dylan like there was no tomorrow and
fucking into my mouth like he was trying to choke me. I heard Dylan give a
strangled squeal around my cock as I cum and then my mouth was full of
delicious white cream as Jake spent burst after burst deep down my
throat. I swallowed and gobbled with the damn stuff trickling from the
corner of my mouth, he must have been storing it up, he did a monster cum
and I managed to drain just about the lot. He took Dylan's cum quite easily
and at the end both Dylan and myself pinned him to the bed and gave him a
joint spunky kiss whist he wriggled about giggling and getting a taste of
his own medicine as I allowed his own cum to drip into his own mouth.

'Jeez,' that was intense,' he lay on his back and looked at me first and
then Dylan. 'Cheers guys. We've got to do that again.'

'Don't forget to leave your door on the latch tomight,' I whispered. I knew
which room he was in, it was on the bend of the passage so I didn't have to
far to go. There was a room for the hotel staff there but I'd never seen
anyone in or out and a couple for the smaller kids but they should be deep
in the Land of Nod by midnight.

'OK,' he grinned.

'And for me Sunday,' Dylan said.

'OK,' he smiled at Dylan.

'And you here on Monday night for a threesome... yeah?'

'Jeezus, yes,' he laughed and sat up grabbing his knickers. 'Gotta gallop
and have a shower, see you at dinner.'

I was going to ask him to stay but I'd have him tonight, I could see he was
keen on me... Well, to be honest, he just fancied a couple of randy twelve
year olds but there you go. For the moment Dylan and I had a shower to
share.

'See you downstairs,' I watched him leave the room and turned to my
pal. 'Good one?'

'For a first timer he sucks well,' he grinned. 'Not as good as you though.'

'Flattery will get you everywhere,' I laughed. 'Let's have a shower and get
dressed, I don't want to be late for the meal.'

Well we still had an hour to spare and neither of us were going to let that
hour go to waste, as soon as we were wet and soaped up Dylan was at it. I
washed and caressed his lithe, soapy, golden brown body and played with his
skinny cock as it hardened up and the foreskin retreated leaving his dark
pink glans swollen and shiny in the running water.

'You can't cum again so soon,' I whispered willing him to say yes.

'Yeah.' Well, it was close.

'Liar.'

'Muppet,' he moved in even closer and bent his legs sliding his stiffness
between my soapy legs which I promptly clamped. 'Going to miss you tonight,
sweetnuts.'

'We've got all day Sunday with not a lot to do,' I reassured him. 'Do you
really think you can cum again?'

'Try me,' he rasped.

I didn't answer, I just dropped to my knees in the running water and took
his sweet meat into my mouth. I could taste the familiar taste of his sperm
just enough of a trace to get me going. 'Yeah, you'll do,' I grinned up his
long and lanky body and turned around in the small shower and crouched
doggy presenting my delicious bum, it was an offer he couldn't refuse and
he wouldn't.

'Ooh, Florian,' he sighed and I felt him behind me and his wet legs inside
mine. No foreplay this time, he held my hips and located my pucker on
remote and pushed home in one long and steady thrust.

'Aaaah,' I gasped and pushed pack onto his root and away he went. Nothing
wild and wacky just a nice slow soapy grind until he started to go faster
and his breathing began to get ragged. I pushed back hard and awaited my
dues which came in moments. I think most of it was an air shot but I felt
him swell, pump and throb and the small squirts but he'd done a mini cum
and that would have to do. I squirmed back on his cock as he stayed rammed
in muching my wet neck and slowly stirring the pudding. Nice.

Eventually we parted and dried off. My bum was feeling a bit sore but it
would be alright on the night, the night that was only about five hours
away.

Supper or dinner to get technical was better than the average possibly they
strive a little more on a Saturday but anyway nice meal and at the end of
it we relaxed, Dylan and I were slurping this sickly Grenadine and the guys
were on a white wine which I understood to be a bit expensive going by the
moaning going on. Peasants.

'A good performance today,' George said and I glanced at Dylan. I was
bloody sure there was going to be more to come.

'Thanks for the fifty,' I grinned and Dylan laughed.

'You both got on alright with Jake,' Caufield asked and we both nodded
assent.

'He's a good colour combo,' George spoke and I got the idea that this
little chat was well rehearsed. 'Dark on pale, dark on golden brown.' I was
clearly the pale and Dylan the other.

'Yeah? And?' Dylan's turn to glance at me this time.

'I'd pay fifty to watch Jake have sex with youand take a few pictures,'
Caulfield looked at me. 'The kosher job, no sims.' Ah, well at least he'd
come out with it.

'And I'd pay you fifty for the same,' George spoke to Dylan.

What a pair of dummies. Surely they must have realised that we were at it
or were soon going to be, they must have known from the blow shoot that we
weren't exactly shrinking violets.

'Dunno about shagging,' Dylan spoke just above a whisper.

'I don't mind.' I couldn't really support Dylan on this one as Caufield
knew quite well what I got upto with Jo's boys.

'Fifty quid.' George said in a wheedling tone to Dylan. 'He won't cum
inside you or anything, just fucky and cum on your bum or something.'

I think I spoilt it by laughing but Dylan just nodded. He wasn't going to
get the price up so he may as well settle for the fifty pounds sterling.

I had to think about this. Caufield was paying more than Jo paid for a
similar event but Jo's work was a sight more regular. The last thing I
wanted Jo to find out was that I was moonlighting which was a pretty
hillarious situation but important to me at least. If I lost Jo as a boss I
might lose Loren, Anthony and the rest of them in a sort of domino
effect. I wasn't to sure if my relationship with Loren would stand me
busting up with the studio and I didn't want to put it to the test. Loren
meant more than fifty pounds.

God knows why I had this thing about the skinny crank but I did... must be
love.

'This can't get around,' I spoke to Caufield. 'I've got friends who would
give me the elbow for evermore if this got around.' He knew perfectly well
who I was talking about, namely Joe, Loren and all the rest of
them. Associates, friends, call them what you will but not people I wanted
to split from.

'These pictures are being taken for a tiny group of very rich men who study
catalogues and the like and have spotted you boys. The pictures are
guaranteed to go into private collections.'

'I hope so,' I said doubtfully.

'Ditto,' Dylan backed me up.

'Guaranteed,' George and Caufield spoke as one.

'We'll do both sessions on seperate days,' Caulfield must have assumed he
had a solid crew. 'Florian and Jake outdoors tomorrow and maybe Dylan and
Jake in a bedroom Monday evening. Spare boy and spare photographer keep
lookout on both sessions.' Once again this wasn't on the spur, Caufield and
George had obviously thougt this out and I wondered if Jake was aware but
Dylan saved me the question.

'Has Jake agreed to this?' Dylan asked.

'Not yet, we wanted to square the bottoms up first,' Caufield
laughed. Well, cheers for that... I think.

'Lets have a game of pool or a walk,' I spoke to Dylan, we had things to
talk about. Anyway, my bum was itchy and that's what comes of having soapy
sex and not rinsing off properly.

'A wank?' Dylan did a sparkly look which raised a laugh.

'A walk, dickhead,' I smiled inspite of myself but all the same we needed
to chat. However, what we did was lurk, you know the twelve year old lurk,
where kids hover about looking highly suspicious and you think that they're
upto no good. Well we did that one and waited whilst our two photographers
buttonholed Jake and sat him at a table. Looks were tossed our way but we
just had a natter and waited them out, in the end they finished and Jake
immediately walked over to us.

'You didn't say anything about our midnight rendezvousies?'

'Of course not, fuck objects,' Jake grinned, he was clearly feeling quite
pleased with himself. Two tight little twelve year old fannies and he was
getting paid for it, he must have thought it was Fairy Godmother Day.

'Let's walk,' Dylan stood.

'Let's talk,' I added. Well, I hate being left out of things.

It wasn't that warm once you were out of the hotel but we walked down to
the sand and gazed out into Biscay for a while, it always seemd to me that
the oceans were a hell of a size and always seem underused, comes of being
a big city boy I suppose.

There was quite a long silence which Jake was the first to break.

'Wasn't my idea,' he said aplogetically and then spoilt it by laughing.

'We know that,' I retorted. 'But I've had a chat with my good ol' pal Dylan
and we've changed the deal on the visits.'

'Yeah? How?'

'We've decided that as you're getting all the fucking on the shoot we get
first go at you on the visits.' I looked at him and grinned. 'Fuck object.'

'Yeah, damn right,' Dylan stuck his arm around my shoulder.

'Piss off,' Jake sneered. 'You come in and fuck and I get sod all.....'

'Hang on,' I stopped him. 'I didn't say that, I just said that we have
first hit, you go second. Saves a hell a lot of chat about who goes first.'

'Mmmmm,' Jake looked at me nervously and I knew exactly what was
coming. 'Fair enough I suppose but you've got to realise one thing.' He
stopped and looked out to sea.

'Yeah, I know. I'll show you how,' I winked at Dylan. 'No shame in being a
virgin, something to be proud of really.'

'Bugger that' Jake grinned. 'I've wanted to do it for some while but the
right person never came along and now it's two at the same time.'

'Serendipity.' Yeah, I do know what it means and it's one of my favourite
big words.

'All set,' Dylan grinned and rubbed his arms. 'Come on let's get in, have a
game of pool or something, I'm getting cold. That was it, the rest of the
eving was spent playing pool, table tennis later and finally the cocoa and
biscuits the hotel did as a 'special' whilst they had such a gaggle of kids
staying. I must say I was all a twitch, the thought of taking Jake had got
me in a right tizz, well, not so much that, the idea of sneaking around the
hotel in the middle of the night was a bit of a buzz as well. They both
pointed out that it was only a matter of six doors but I was still
nervous. Just my luck to bump into the night manager doing his midnight
rounds or something silly.

'Take something with you,' Dylan suggested.

'Such as?'

'Anything, a couple of paperbacks, a few comics... just say you had to
return them.'

'Right, better than nothing I suppose,' I agreed. It was as limp as a
lettuce but a poor excuse was better than no excuse. We finally split
around eleven which was past our curfew but our chaperone's were in the bar
busy getting smashed so we were pretty safe. I didn't want to bump into
either of them on my travels becuase romping around the hotel that late
would be a good cause for blackmail and I wouldn't trust either of them an
inch. Plus I didn't fancy either of them.

I lay on my bed and had a little snoggle with Dylan keeping myself well
aroused by the way and in case you don't know, a snoggle is a cross between
a snuggle and a snog.

'Midnight,' Dylan reminded me. 'Well three minutes to go.'

'Wish me luck,' I squeezed his hardness, I should have given him a bj to go
to sleep on but it hadn't occured, he'd probably have a spine shattering
wank instead. 'Leave the door on the latch for just ten minutes in case I
have to run back.'

'OK, will do,' he grinned. 'Enjoy and tell me all about it in the morning.'

'OK,' I gulped nervously and clutching a paperback (how limp can you get)
and dressed only in a pair of sleeping shorts and t-shirt I peered around
the door. Excellent, the place was darkened down and the corridor was
illuminated by those dim safety lights at either end. I suppose if you were
an adult and came to bed half drunk you just had to fall over things. The
old Frenchies say they aren't mean but they're pretty frugal at times.

A quick final wave and I was on my way, I didn't scuttle or scurry I just
walked normally and was doing well aiming for Jake's door in the bad light
when I stumbled over a large package or box outside the so called staff
room. Cursing under my breath I knelt down looking for the paperback I'd
dropped, the floor and corners were bathed in shadows and I nearly crapped
myself when I felt a hand on my shoulder, deary me, talk about heart attack
time. Whover it was, was strong, I felt myself being hauled back and pulled
into an open doorway.

'A burglar?' The person doing the hauling spoke in English which was a
blessing at least and it was a man, probably a young man by the sound and
also probably French by the accent. 'What are you doing promenading the
passageways at this hour, mon brave?'

The room was in darkness with just the light filtering through the window
giving any illumination at all, the shape in front of me was quite large,
suddenly everything was very spooky and just a bit worrying. I was in a
stranger's room and I didn't have a clue who the hell it was.

'Well?'

'I was just returning a book to my friend.'

'Speak slower, English boy,' the shape came closer and reached over my
shoulder pushing the open door partially closed.

'I was returning a book to a friend down the corridor,' I spoke slowly and
clearly, I could be out of this in a minute or so.

'What book?'

'I dropped it,' I replied feeling a right wally.

'Oh, not an assignation then?' The person who I'd decided was a young man
chuckled. 'Not visiting a beau?'

'Just returning a book,' I mumbled beginning to feel like a parrot and
fully aware that even Frenchmen weren't complete idiots.

'Liar.' I stepped back and collided with the door the shape had moved in
and I felt hands on my shoulder but they were gentle hands. 'Oui, a liar,'
the young man grinned and I could see that in the gloom as his hands ran
down my upper arms and I felt myself drawn in until I make contact with is
body. Jesus, he was naked. I revised that straight away, I could feel the
roughness of a towel around his waist and as my eyes grew used to the gloom
I could see the thin strip of light from where there was obviously a bath
or shower compartment. 'I think you were going to see a friend,' the voice
contunued speaking very quietly. 'But not to return a book.' I felt arms
encircle me and hands on my buns. I think I might have squirmed and moaned
a little. To say I was frightened and lost it just a little would be an
understatement, I mean this guy was big or at least big to me.

'I've got to go...'

'A little arrangement first, I think.' I felt powerful arms actually lift
me off my feet and I was carried across the darkened room and placed on a
bed. I shook like a bloody leaf as I felt dry lips on my neck and then a
hand on my groin outlining my semi hard penis. 'Yesss...'

'Let me go,' I pleaded. I was getting worried now. I was out of my room
illegally and to be honest I suspected I was in the staff room but I wasn't
too sure, I could be in anyone's room.

'Certainly,' the man answered to my surprise. 'Go and see your friend but
tomorrow...'

'Yeah?' I croaked.

'Come and see me,' I felt myself being pressed flat on the bed and a warm
and rather powerful body press me down and then warm lips on mine. I
quivered and returned the kiss taking the easy way out and felt my hand
being taken and guided under a damp towel. Gawd, he placed my hand onto his
solid warmth and it was big and getting harder. 'Tomorrow night? Aim for
Room 6, you don't need a book,' he chuckled as my hand gripped his hot cock
now really getting hard and big.

'What's your name? I whispered.

'Jean,' I felt his weight leave me and he stood helping me to my
feet. 'Your name is Florian.'

'Great, this guy had me sussed and I hadn''t got a clue who he was but I
had all day Sunday to find out.

'Tomorrow night just after midnight, Jean,' I grinned in the dark. Well,
why not?

'I shall look forward to it,' he spoke in clear but accented English. 'Bon
chance,' he cracked the door open and I slipped out and this time with my
night vision adjusted made straight to Jake's room. I never did find the
dropped paperback by the way.

'Where you been?' Jake hissed as I slipped into his room also darkened
out. I latched his door and threw myself on his bed and clutched him
relieved at last to be with someone I knew although I did spare a thought
for Jean and the morrow.

'I got delayed,' I giggled as I felt his hungry lips on me. Thank God for
for a warm and cuddly fifteen year old, I could handle this one and who
knows what tomorow was going to bring.

He still had his track suit bottom on and I had my sleepy drawers on so the
first order of business as Jo would say was getting nudey which we did
straight away. Stack's of kissing, stroking, passionate little sighs and
all the rest of it, the fun bit. I loved his chunky cock and he wasn't a
midget I may tell you, it was a good solid boyish five incher and he seemed
quite taken with my smaller edition. We writhed about on that bed like a
pair of sex starved chidren which I suppose we were. I also had the
mysterious Jean in the back of my mind and was as hard as a rock (no change
there then).

'Gawd, this is so wicked,' he whsipered kissing me savagely and trying to
roll me over in a not so subtle way, amateur rapists are ten a penny at
that age.

'Don't get carried away, butch,' I giggled and slipped from under him and
gained the advantage. 'Gonna let me do the dirty or have I got to handcuff
you and whip you?'

'Promises, promises,' he giggled. 'Fancy the handcuffs though,' he said and
I felt his warm mouth on my belly and then his soft hand clasped my hot
cock.

Handcuffs, now there was a thought but I lost it as I felt his wet mouth
and his moist lips on my hardness and we were off. I let him have some fun
for the moment but I was about to go into sex crazed teeny mode and he was
the object of my desires. Well, his beautifully smooth bottom was but there
you go, no time for splitting hairs.

I managed to get him over onto his belly and he quietened down he knew what
I was after, we had a little shuffle getting rid of both sets of trousers
which had finished up around our ankles and I gently parted his legs. Just
like a prat I'd forgotten Dylan's E45 so I was on spit and a prayer. I
kissed his smooth flanks and outlined their smooth curves and tantalising
cleft with my hands and gently opened him up. I could feel his body heat as
I dipped my head and ran my tongue beteeen his cheeks and a smiled as he
gave a subdued groan. He was ready and I'm pretty sure he was willing.

'Go with the flow,' I muttered, talk about shades of Loren although my
skinny sweety would have been in there like a rabbit.

'Don't hurt me,' he muttered and wriggled his fanny.

'No way,' I ducked my head again slurping a soggy train deep into his cleft
and tasting his sweat and the remnants of his soapy shower and some
deodorant. His little pucker twitched and I felt it yield a little as I
probed with my tongue.

'Dirty sod,' he murmured sleepily. Funny how they all say that and after a
couple of sessions they're at it themselves. I suppose if you have a nice
clean boy who likes to bath and shower you're made, get a dirty sod and it
could be horrendous. Never mind, Jake was squeaky clean and had a really
yummy fanny. I probed and laid down about a gallon of saliva which was
quite enough to ease the passage of my giant erection... well, you know
what I mean.

'Ready,' I kissed the back of his now sweaty neck at the edge of his thick
black hair. 'This is how you do it tomorrow for the camera only you'll use
lube and fingers.'

'I've got some lube under the pillow,' he whispered. 'Sun tan oil's nice.'

Great, now he tells me. Too late anyway, I was going for it. I guided my
swollen knob right into his cleft and felt it nudge up against his little
hole or the entrance thereto (there's a good word) and gave a little
push. He just gave a barely audible moan and I felt his sphincter spread
and then part admitting me into his private little place.

'Oooh,' he clutched the pillow and sighed. 'That's OK.' As a declaration of
passion it left a lot to be desired but I was now in my loving mode. I was
so bloody hard I could have lost it there and then but took it slowly
working myself in and out gradually sinking into his hot body as he
squeezed and then relaxed trying to time himself with me.

'Orrite,' I whispered.

'Great,' he gave a shaky laugh and an extra little squeeze with his bum and
shoved up into my thrusts. We were off, he was fine, I was fine, cue for
some Disney music.

It was great, he was nice and tight and perfectly willing, no moaning and
no bleating... he took it like a man, add on a boyish snigger there.

I placed my forearms either side of his trunk and promised myself a full
frontal before the night was out but for the moment just slipped in and out
of his saliva drenched hole effortlessly and gave that little corkscrewy
dig at the end. He loved it, his pushing up got more frantic as we
progressed and at the end we were going at it like rabbit and the rooms
silence was interspersed with sweaty thwacks of flesh on flesh and his
little groans. It was so hot and I nearly cried as I felt my superheated
spunk boil over and shoot up my shaft.

I nailed him to the bed with one almighty thrust and stayed glued into his
sweet arse as my cock spurted and squirted a goodly load up into his ex
virgin bottom. He, for his part, lay there and gave a slow contented sigh.

'There goes the neighbourhood,' he giggled. 'Florian nails a virgin.'

'Beautiful,' I stirred myself in his flooded Tunnel of Love (like that?)
and softly kissed his ears and then his cheeks and tried for his mouth as
his head turned.

'Nothing like what I thought it would be,' he whinced as I withdrew my
slippery and wilting flesh from his, he rolled over and clasped me and I
could feel his own hardness and it's smear as our bellies pressed
together. 'Pretty cool,' his hands cupped my taut, high riding, delicious
little boy butt (well, of course it is). I wriggled against him. To be a
complete slut, I couldn't wait for him to juice me (Ew! That sounds less
than cool).

'We'll give them a good show tomorrow.'

'I need to get some practice in tonight,' his teeth flashed in the gloom as
he grinned.

'In a minute,' I promised. I slipped off his belly and took his nice thick
hardness into my hand working the loose flesh to and fro. When I pinched
his foreskin over his slippery glans I could feel the smear of his own
natural lube oozing from his pee slit. 'Tastes nice,' I lapped the oozy
dribble from his cock.

'You are so dirty,' he ruffled my hair and hauled me up the bed kissing me
and tasting his own cum from my lips. 'You've corrupted me forever.'

'Didn't take much,' I laughed and reaching down stroked his nuts, they were
tight in their sac, he was ready for his first fuck.

'Can I? Come on, Flore,' he wheedled and tried to roll me onto my belly but
I put up just a token resistance quite enjoying myself as his frustration
built up.

'When we do the pictures tomorrow we have to act like it's all an adventure
for us... what I mean is don't just shag like we do it all the time.'

'They must know we play around,' he said quite reasonably, he tried to turn
me over again and this time I 'assumed the position' as they say in all the
cop shows.

'Yeah, I know that,' I perservered. 'But don't act like we do it all the
time.'

'Well, we dont.'

Fuck it, I gave up and opened my legs. 'Use your suntan stuff and take it
easy.' I wasn't too concerned as he wasn't huge but his thingy was bigger
than Dylan's and fatter and I wasn't into pain. 'Just a bit of the ol'
finger before you go potty.'

'Ew,' he did his little snigger again and I felt him reaching about for his
glop. A minute later I felt his fingers glide between my cheeks and one
slip over my pucker, I clutched the pillow and tried to relax although I
kept thinking about that big French cock a few rooms away, now that would
be a challenge.

'You ready?' I felt his legs between mine and his hot breath on my neck.

'Just remember we go all the way tonight, you cum in me. Tomorrow they'll
tell you to take it out before you cum and splat it on my back or
whatever.'

'Really? Why's that?'

'Don't fuss,' I wriggled my bum on his slippery fingers and then tensed as
I felt one slip inside me and start a mini shag. 'Yeah, that'll do,' I
pushed onto his little prods and eased off. I was getting to the stage I
wanted his meat and I wanted his juice... like right now. 'Come on, Jake.'

'OK,' he whispered and I felt his hand leave and be replaced by his hot and
slippery prong. A steady pressure at the back door and he was in me. Thank
God he wasn't a speed freak, he took it nice and slow and it was almost as
good as doing it with Loren. he was a nice size, bigger than my latest
joinings but not too big and he did like to kiss and cuddle in the act as
it were. In the end he was wittering on and slipping in and out like he was
set for the night. I pushed up as he pushed in and we had a nice rythym
going, I was really beginning to enjoy life when he suddenly came and I
felt his hot juicy splashes up inside my gut and then his gradual slippery
wind down, he was done.

'Sorry,' he gave an embarassed snuffle. 'It went off a bit early.'

'Never mind,' I rolled as he slid free. I grabbed him and planted one on
his lips. 'You'll last longer next time.'

He did, we had an excellend face to face around five in the morning just
before I slipped from his room and returned to Dylan. Dylan also decided to
give me some babies as soon as I slipped into his bed by mistake... yeah. I
think by the time we hit the eatery for breakfast I could have taken a
horse as well as eaten one. I was ready, willing and able for the
photoshoot and still wondering what this Jean guy looked like in the bright
light of a Biscay day.

The weather was a lot nicer that it had been and was quite warm, certainly
warm enough for a shag and a few pictures. We three boys sat at one table
and the photographers were elsewhere which was a good chance to give both
of my buddies the run down on what had happened in between me leaving Dylan
and moving in with Jake which was just around the midnight mark.

'Jean?' Dylan shrugged when I'd finished. A really common name in France.

'Same as John in English,' Jake provided.

'Cheers, Brainiac,' I laughed. 'But who is he?  He must be hotel
staff. Big, just over six feet but not heavyweight big. Big dick and pretty
scruffy hair looked to be blonde from what I could see.'

This time I got two shrugs, the mystery remained a mystery.

'Keep an eye open lunchtime,' Dylan suggested. The Bar's open, the eatery
and kitchen are all going big time, most of the staff must be on duty.'

'Yeah, I suppose, I said. Hey up, here comes Pinky and Perky.'

'Hi boys, nearly ready,' George and my man pulled up two chairs and
squeezed in with us. 'We want to get this morning's work out of the way in
an hour and chill. 'We've rented a car and are going over to Bordeaux after
lunch if you want to come. 'Souveniers, a bit of shopping...'

We all agreed eagerly, it would make a change from the sleepy seaside and
it would also be nice to do something other than shag each other to death.

'Standard photoshoot tomorrow morning as the light's better,' Caufield
added. 'We can do the second sex job, Jake and Dylan late tomorrow
afternoon if all goes well.'  We all agreed and basically that was today
and tomorrow set up. Of course, they knew nothing about the Jake and Dylan
familiarisation session booked for midnight and my little adventure with
the mystery Jean. Only one thing was certain and that was he wasn't Joan of
Arc although as I recall from my history the area was about right. I'm
quite sure someone will tell me if I'm wrong.

I suppose it was around ten and it was getting quite hot when we finally
made our way down the same track to the same area we had used before only
this time it was full sex on the agenda and I was the bottom, I didn't
care. I'd sampled Jake already, he'd be no problem and fifty quid was fifty
crinkly brown ones after all.

As I'd organised with Jake the play was to look as if it was our first
time, we didn't want either of the photographers to realise that we were
both already at it, we had to make out as this was over the top of the
normal boy on boy, that's if you can call any boy on boy normal... Let's
face it if these photographers wanted to destroy our innocence for old
pervs then they had to pay. Perhaps we were barking up the wrong tree but
we just didn't want to come across as easy otherwise we'd finish up getting
sold or hired out as rent boys. We were pushing the limits as it was, if
this batch of photographs finished up on the net it would be goodbye to the
modelling and in my case a glorious bust up with Jo and probably the loss
of all my current friends. we were basically trusting our photographers and
being seduced by money. Still, we were back to the clearing and George and
Dylan has surveyed for any locals and were now on guard.

'Dead easy,' Caulfied sat us down and crouched alongside. 'Both of you
sitting sumbathing, a bit of romance creeps in, a bit of a snog and fumble,
drawers down, a bit more snogging and Jake makes love to Florian.' He
looked at us both. 'usual routine, take it nice and slow and as much loving
as you can do, nice slow sex and when it comes time to cum make it nice and
visible... as messy as you like. Freeze if I tell you.'

'OK then,' I sprawled out in the afternoon sunshine, for starters I peeled
off my t-shirt, the sooner done the better as far as I was concerned.

Jake grinned at me and flopped alongside, he was looking very cocky but I
remembered him last night whimpering and wriggling when I shafted him. He
wasn't that butch.

'Yummy,' he reached out and grabbed me, his lips mashed onto mine and we
were off.

Caufiled was quite happy with us doing it doggy although we did a few other
positions trying to give him every angle we could, good job he wasn't doing
a movie he was just clicking away getting as many shots in as possible, so
much for the 'few' photographs. We had an audience for the final cum.

Both George and Dylan watched forgetting their guard's role as Jake slipped
from a full frontal and jerked off all over my dick and belly and a few
moments later my cum was added to the mess, a bit of a smear about and we
were done. Fifty pounds each, thank you very much sir.

'Excellent,' Caufiled enthused. 'Just like real pros.' Both Jake and I
beamed. 'One would think you'd been at it forever,' Caufield smiled at me.

'Well, we might be now,' I retorted which was a bit of a conversation
stopper.

'Nearly lunchime,' George reminded us so it was a quick cleanup and we were
on our way back to lunch, a very profitable morning's work.

We wandered back and went upto our rooms to have quick showers and get
changed for the afternoon run out, needless to say I gave Dylan a blow in
the shower, three reasons there. He had got a bit frustrated being on his
own overnight, he'd got even more frustrated watchin the morning show and I
liked his long slender dick, hows about that!

We had our lunch and finished before Caufield and George who were sitting
with some other chaperones, we had a couple of the eleven year olds seated
with us. Both very tasty lads but I think we had enough on our plate. Had
we longer in the place they might have been both worth chatting up but time
was against us. The kicker came when we finished early and were lurking
around in reception and decided to pop into the bar to grab some chilled
Cokes or the local French muck. I knew as soon as I saw him and held back
so that Dylan walked into my back.

'What's up, dimbo,' he shoved me and walked around as i stood stock still.

'It's him,' I choked. There were two guys tending bar, one was around
fourty but the other... The second barhand was around eighteen or nineteen,
tall with scruffy blonde hair and a pleasantly plain face if you can work
that one out. He was my Jean I was bloody sure of it.

'One way to find out,' Jake murmured standing behind me.

'Sit down you two,' I ordered. 'I'll get the drinks.' Jake was right. Even
if I was wrong, nothing was lost but I had to know.

I walked upto the bar and I knew as soon as this young man or youth opened
his mouth, he didn't leave much room for doubt.

'Yes, Florian. Can I help you,' he spoke in his accented English and gave
me a shy smile.

'Three Cokes please... Jean.'

He grinned and turned to get the cans from the chiller. Yeah, it was him
without any shadow of a doubt and he was a damn sight nicer in the light
than in the dark, certainly a lot less threatening.

I paid for the cans and he wished me a good afternoon.

'Midnight?' I spoke very quietly.

'Room Six,' he reminded me just as quietly and that was it. I was feeling
quite chuffed as I returned with my Cokes to the others, he wasn't a great
beauty but he wasn't the Hunchback of Notre Whatsit either.

'Is that him?' Dylan hissed and even Jake looked interested.

'Come on, the car'll be waiting and yes that's him.'

It took us around an hour to get into Bordeaux where we just dumped the car
and arranged to meet our photographers an hour or so later. Basically we'd
only come across for postcards and to pick up a few bits and pieces,
souveniers of the region and the port. Of course we three being what we
were spent most of opur time oggling the local lads and I must say they
seemed quite happy oggling back. I, for one wouldn't have minded spending
more time there as language was no difficulty, everyone we spoke to spoke
English in varying degrees.

Tell you something: If you're trawling and fancy someone just hum or
quietly sing that thing from a few years back. 'Voulez vous couche avec
moi.. ce soir' and see how you do. Just make sure you don't sing it to the
wrong Froggy boi.

We sat at an outside table belonging to one cafe and even had a couple of
good looking lads around sixteen giving us the eye. I don't know if they
wanted to mug le touristes or have sex with us but time passes so fast and
we had to go. I must admit to another problem, what with the daylight work
and the nightime romancing I was beginning to lose sparkle, in fact, I was
beginning to buckle at the knees. I needed a nap and I mean a proper one
not a roll around on the bed. It came as quite a relief when Caufield
decided on a slow drive back and I dozed in the back of the car sandwiched
between the other two both of whom seemed just about as knackered as I was.

'You lads need a good night's sleep... get to bed nice and early,' George
remarked at one stage which was worth a giggle.

Back in our room Dylan and I showered together and that was it, it wasn't
that we'd gone off each other we were just tired and accordingly had a
little snooze upto dinner time when we went and knocked up Jake in a manner
of speaking. Of course most of our whispered conversation was about my
assignment with the dishy blonde Jean and Dylan and Jake having their get
together. Caufield and George surprisingly kept well out of the way. I
wanted to see the mornings pictures on his laptop but I was getting a bit
iffy and trundling around his room on my own was just not on. To be blunt
although the guuy had never made a move on me I wasn't going to give him
the chance, the other two felt the same way about the photograhers jokingly
called chaperones and I think we stuck together on the basis of mutual self
protection. Mind you I don't quite know what way I would have jumped if
Caufield or even Georgy had flashed another five tenners or even some
traveller's cheques.

After the meal we lingered around the pool table and the table tennis
chatting to the elevens until they got dragged off to bed and then the
fifteens, disappointingly they all seemed pretty 'normal' no furtive
glances and certainly no kneesies under the table which is how things tend
to start. We found out that the flight time had been revised and we were
now leaving Thursday morning around ten and should be back in London for
mid afternoon if all went well. As this evening's entertainment was already
organised we had to plot for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and I think all
three of us were determined that it was gonna be sex and sodomy all the
way. I was tasked with giving a report on Jean and to let him know that the
others might be interested but this was my decision. After quite a nice
night with the fifteens, Danny, Bill and of course Jake we ambled of to
bed. It was well past ten when we left which was well past our time but the
dreaded chaperones had gone missing probably stuck in the bar. I just hoped
that they didn't decided to do any checking although they hadn't bothered
so far so why start now.

Back in our room Dylan and I shared a bed and a kiss and cuddle without
actually doing anything naughty, we were reserving ourselves for our
respective partners. We only had the one key between us which was a problem
but we removed if from it's big tag and decided that we'd hide it under the
lip of the carpet directly outside the door. We didn't want to leave the
place open naturally enough. If Caufield or George decided to do a spot
check what could they do, they could hardly hassle us after what they'd
been upto.

The spooky witching hour came around and I poked my head out as did Dylan,
this time we got our bearings in the gloom, no mistakes tonight. Dylan was
first off and after turning the room lights off I watched his shape
disappearing into Jake's, one down, one to go.

I've got to admit that I was a bag of nerves, this Jean wasn't a small guy,
he was younger than Jo but bigger bodily and certainly cockwise, I just
hoped he was a gentleman in the fullest meaning of the word and not one of
these instant shaggers. Once I was in his room I could hardly begin hooting
and hollering. The previous evening he'd struck me as being quite laid back
and let's hope that was the same tonight.

A couple of minutes after Dylan's departure I left the room and locked the
door slipping the key into it's previously selected hiding place. The
corridor was as dark as the previous evening but I'd used my head and got
my night vision sorted this time. I went straight across to Room Six and
gently tapped on the door and seeing that it wasn't quite shut gave it a
push. Jean must have been waiting as it was in total darknes and I felt his
hand grab me and quietly close the door. I was in and now I was trapped.

He guided me to his bed and sat me down, I squinted as he turned on the
small wattage bedside light and sat alongside me.

'Bon soir,' he grinned and putting his arm around me tugged me down onto my
back and he moved in with his full lips meeting mine in our first contact
of the night. Classic romantic start there, no rapid ripping off of
knickers. He was wearing the same as I was, flannelette sleeping trousers
and I could see he was already aroused. I closed my eyes and returned his
kiss relishing the feel of his smooth chest against mine. We did the
mandatory wriggle around and finished up laying full length on his bed with
our legs entwined and our groins pressing against each other. Naturally
enough I grasped his bottom and felt his muscles flex, Jeez, he could crack
walnuts with those buns.

'Your friend is visiting.' He nuzzled at my neck and crushed my body to
his, I felt his hands slip into the back of my sleepers and clasp my bottom
and squeeze my soft flesh.

'Is that a question or a statement,' I grinned hoping his English was good
enough to understand.

'A statement,' he replied with a flash of teeth. 'The rather nice young
Monsieur Jake.

'Yeah,' I admitted, no point in denying it if he already knew.

'Young love,' he grinned and his head dropped. Good, he wasn't wasting any
time. He nuzzled at my nipples as his hands slid down my cheeks taking down
my shorts until my jerking prong popped out and flopped up my belly. I felt
his hand encompass my stiffness and his tongue flickered at my nips until
they were totally slippery and sticking out like a pair of little little
girl's tits.

I felt my sleepwear slip off over my ankles and at the same time I tugged
his stuff down, a couple of wriggles and more fumbling later we were naked
together. The first thing I noticed or felt was that he was a lot hairier
around the crotch than I was usd to which was hardly surprising. Amongst
the fumbling I could feel his healthy pubic bush trailed up to his navel
and his scrotum was hairy as well, a far cry from the smoothies that I was
used to but enough of that. He was on the move, he took my jerking cock
into his mouth and his hands grabbed my buttocks with his fingers slipping
into my cleft pulling my buns apart.

'I hope you're gona put something on that thing,' I muttered just hoping he
could understand me and my fears. From my gropings I knew he was the real
McCoy, a good six incher plus and I was scared. Jo was nothing compared to
this kiddy who was pushing and pulling me around the bed like I was a
toy. I felt one leg lifted and his head was there with his busy tongue
probing for my pucker. I felt movement and then his fingers only this time
they were cold and slippery... thank God for that, he had some lube.

'Perfect,' he growled and I felt myself being placed on my back and my
knees going back onto my chest, he was still laping at my tightly clenched
ring but all of a sudden his mouth engulfed my tight nuts.

I gasped and flinched as I felt an oiled finger at my slippery pucker and
it slid inside me.

'Ooooh,' I cried out as I felt his long finger inside me probing and oiling
up my inside with a regular rythm.

'Ssssh,' he warned me and I felt his lips come up my writhing body and
settle on my mouth. I was now bent almost double and I felt pressure and
pain. A jerk and he had two fingers in me probing deeply and really
shagging me. This was probably akin to Dylan's skinny cock and I tried to
relax and let him do what he wanted. He was easing my ring and oliling my
gut preparatory before trying with his huge dick, it was getting near
showdown.

He pushed my legs down so that my ankles were directly above my head and
began to really pump his fingers in and out as if fucking and I felt a
buzz, he was slipping them in and giving a little stir around and I could
feel my little pucker relaxing and the slight amount of pain disappeared.

'Go on,' I grunted. I wanted it in me and ready or not now was the time.

'Are you sure?' I felt his swollen knob like a huge plum slip against my
leg.

'Do it,' I grabbed my knees holding my legs out of the way offering him my
totally exposed bottom. I suppose I was being a bit flash but we were going
to do it sooner or later and if it was good, hopefully more than once. The
kiddy days were behind me, now I'd hit the big time.

I felt his fingers slowly leave me and my opening felt like it was laying
there wide open although I expect this was my imagination but what I felt
next certainly wasn't.

I mentioned plum before. I meant it felt like one of those big bluey purple
thing, I think they call them Victoria plums but they do come big. I felt
the pressure of his spongey and slick glans at my pucker and felt the damn
thing stretch and stretch and stretch. It was painful and I forced myself
not to cry out as I felt his slippery knob broached me and the gradual
easing as my ring closed a little to absorb or acomodate his thinner but
harder shaft.

'Jeez...' I moaned letting go my legs and grabbing his hips.

'Florian,' he whispered covering my lips, eyes and even my nose with
frantic kissing but all the while sinking his big cock into my well
stretched fanny. He stopped for a few seconds and I felt him withdraw and
then move in again.

'Yeah, nice,' I groaned as I squeezed on his fat cock and it was, he'd done
the hard bit and I was getting a taste for it as he fucked his way into my
body and I absorbed more and more of his length.

'Very nice,' he agreed with a chuckled and I felt him grab my hips hoisting
me up and onto his cock, he put his arns around my waist and I was
virtually sitting on it as he gently moved in and out until my bum settled
on his thighs with his thick mancock totally buried in my living flesh. I'd
done it, it was my personal best. I felt his hot and slippery meat slowly
moving inside me as I moved up and down on his big cock and he gently
pumpled upwards.

It wasn't to finish there though. He moved me around, basically rotated my
body using his hardness as a axis and I finished up still impaled on his
meaty prong with my back to him, one final shuffle and still joined I
finished up in a crouch and he began to move in and out faster. We were in
a classical doggy and he was beginning to fuck for real, must be his
position of choice. I felt so stretched and so bloated as his big dong just
slid in and out and he began to really thrust and ram so that in the end my
face was buried in the pillows and my sore arse was left sticking up in the
air.

He had one last maneuver up his sleeve and I'd done this enough times with
Loren, we moved in opposite directions, a shuffle with the legs and finally
he slipped up and in tightly, we were face to face in a full frontal and he
was in me as deep as he was going to get. There was absolutely nothing
between his hairy groin and by tautly spread cheeks, his full six and a
half or seven was completely sheathed in my body and the thing felt like a
huge salami and he was on the move again.

'Jeeeezus,' I moaned resting my calves on his broad shoulders and flogged
away at my own ooozing stiffness until he stopped me.

'Save it,' I saw his teeth flash in the poor lighting. 'You're turn soon.'
Well, I couldn't equal what he was giving me but I'd have a damn good try.

He went for the home straight now, his cock must have been slipping free
around three or four inches then slapping back in and I though he was
dragging my gut out at each movement, when he slapped back into my body I
shifted up the bed and if he hadn't have had a couple of pillows there my
head would have gone through the wall.

God knows what the people in the next room though, hopefully it was empty
as the grunting and gasping acompanied by the thwack of sweaty belly
against sweaty bottom was enough to wake the dead. This was a fuck with a
capital F as they say.

As I lay there holding onto him and getting shagged to death I didn't know
where my psyche was going. All the initial pain, the soreness was
forgotten... I was actually liking this happening, this bonking, this
fucking. I was really getting into it, I moaned not with pain but with
pleasure as I felt him finally coming to the end. Guess I had turned after
all, I'd slid down the slippery slope, I was just as gay as the others
although they all made a big deal of the 'passing phase' excuse. We were
all bent, we were all damned,,, so fuckin' what.

'Je... je...' I felt Jean explodimg inside me. I guess he was trying to say
he was cuming but I got the message as I felt his thick fleshy spike swell
even further and then the throbbing and the pumping as he shot a massive
cum into me. I felt his hot juices and God knows when he'd last cum but I
could feel his stuff spurting and splating inside me and then trickling
down to my tailbone as he gradually slowed to a stop.

'My Gawd,' I sighed and held his sweaty torso as his lips crushed onto mine
and I felt his huge organ slowly slip from my body. I'm sure my pucker must
have sighed with relief is that was possible as his softening and slippery
mass vacated my body.

'Mon Dieu..' He grinned down and cuddled me as we untangled and faced each
other. 'You are so good, so beautiful.'

I gave him a big smile, told ya I loved being called beautiful.


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