Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2007 16:00:00 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: JO's BOYS 16

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 and you should NEVER allow minors
access but you knew that anyway.

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

Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys but you must realise
if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me
coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them.

Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to
NIFTY. Keep NIFTY free and keep NIFTY alive.

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JO'S BOYS




PART 16 - CYPRIOT BREAK (2)




by




G. Cutter




Anthony

Well, here we were all one happy family sitting around awaiting our first
dinner in Cyprus on the very first day on our mini holiday and it was all
down to our beloved leader Jo, Jo the man.

'So, who was the dishy geyser I saw you with a bit earlier?' I looked at Jo
and gave him a little smile. His companion of earlier on was quite tasty
and I wanted an in, I had Roberto as a mate after all.

'Arthur, aka Art,' he grinned back at me. 'I understand you've clicked with
that dusky little cracker from the Floor Service.'

'Yeah, that's Roberto, I was thinking of asking him to stay the night.'

'I was thinking of asking Art,' he laughed. 'Still the beds are big enough,
the room's big enough.'

'Fine with me,' I answered. Once you got into bed with someone, shared room
or not, you tended to get carried away and what the others were upto became
of no great concern. Of course, the advantage was that if you fancied a bit
of wife swopping you were made. I'd keep to Roberto, he was delicious and
he'd do me for the holiday.

'What about you Muppets,' I glanced at Lorenzo and Florian who were eating
like starving refugees with their ears flapping which is not a pretty sight
I can tell you. 'I saw you fraternising earlier on.'

'You pretended not to,' Lorenzo sniffed and gave a little smirk. 'We
clicked,' he declared confidently. 'Flore's got the big brother and I've
got the kid.'

'Kid?' Jo looked up with interest. Kid is one of his red flag words,
mention of the words; kid, boy or youth with Jo around and he starts to run
in circles flapping his arms. 'How old?'

'Eleven,' Lorenzo laughed. 'He's legal.'

'In fuckin' Narnia maybe,' Jo laughed.

'We haven't sorted out who's sleeping where yet,' Florian chipped in. 'We
need to check out with Marky and James a bit later.'

Looking around I saw the two boys in question with their parents a few
tables away and the older one gave me a cheeky grin. He was quite nice and
the evil old mind started working overtime. He'd be a nice alternative for
Roberto... so much for true love. I felt a bit disgusted with myself but I
did have a lot to spread around after all. The main course was cleared away
and we finished up with a rather naff peaches and cream or somesuch crap
and the boys started looking restless.

'If we're going four to a room we'd better tip off the partners,' Jo looked
at me. 'We don't want anyone getting a hissy fit and stomping out.'

'True,' I agreed. I wasn't too fussed, if Roberto didn't want to share then
we could use his room, I'd give him the option, it seemed the easy way out.

							.................

Lorenzo

I'd seen Mark and James a few tables away and little James had been giving
me grins all through the meal. He was so blatant it wasn't true and from
the looks of it his mum had pulled him up a couple of times and even big
brother Mark had looked around and given me an apologetic smile. God, I was
gonna shag that kid's tight little arse so bad and to make matters worse
I'd sprung a king sized stiffy even thinking about it, it was a good job I
had tight briefs on.

'Looks like you're on a promise,' Florian murmured.

'Just a matter of sorting out who's sleeping where. No way are they going
to really let their hair down in company.'

'Reckon you're right there,' Florian agreed. 'We can chat them up after we
finish here and get sorted out.'

The meal dragged on as these things did, they served coffee at the end of
it and we sat there like a pair of lemons but as soon as we saw the Blair
family make a move Florian and I were close on their tails. We caught up
with the brothers as they sat by the now quiet pool, of course they'd been
giving the backward glances to make sure we followed.

'We doing a bit of a get together tonight?' James whispered like the place
was bugged.

'Got my vote,' I gave him one of my romantic smouldering looks the one
really got them humming.

'Soppy sod,' he giggled.

'Do your people check you out overnight?' Floria asked Mark. That's what I
like, straight to the point and no messing, that was my Flore.

'They make a point of poking their heads in at eleven for a checkup and a
good night and that's it for the night just like at home.'

'Looks to be around eleven thirty for the off then,' Florian looked at us
all in turn and we all did our nodding dog bit. Things were progressing.

'I'll come upto you, little Jamie,' I got back into the decision making. 'I
can wander about as I like. If Mark gets questioned outside his room he can
spin some shit about wanting some fresh air.'

'Yeah.... but less of the little,' James sniffed. 'I'm the one in the
firing line here.'

'Alright, do it the other way around,' Mark snapped. 'The thing is if by an
outside chance mum or dad decides to visit you're in the shit.'

'Doesn't matter anyway. We're both in the shit.'

That was pretty obvious but Florian and I kept our peace. They wanted to or
they didn't, let them sort it out. It was dodgy and it was dangerous but
the excitement and the risk would tip the scales. They both wanted a dirty
one night stand apart from one another and by hooky or by crooky they'd
sort it out in the end.

'You stay in our room,' Mark decided speaking to James . 'I'll visit
Florian in his.'

'After eleven thirty and before midnight,' I put in. 'Alarms set for six
thirty and then we all split, no messing.'

'Right,' the boys spoke as one. There it was, a little room shuffling and
everything was fixed. I think the place was busy enough around the midnight
mark that a couple of stray boys wouldn't be noticed or that's what I was
hoping. If we got captured we could cook up some cock and bull story about
room swapping for a giggle. Hell, they couldn't accuse us of an illicit
holiday sex scene without catching us in the act. Yeah, alright so it was
all a bit weak but no risk, no gain. I mean how would Roberto explain
himself slipping into customer's rooms or how would Anthony talk his way
out of sneaking around the staff rooms? Everyone had to put themselves out
a bit and these two horny darlings had fuckery on their tiny minds.

In the end we walked around the pool out onto the wasteground and the edge
of the dockside which was very dark and as rough as a badger's bum but
deserted. We sat in the shadow of a wall and looked at the lights of the
hotel across the pool and needless to say after sitting in silence for a
while I felt a hand lightly rubbing my trousers by my groin and I reached
out and pulled James in close.

'Impatient?'

'Randy,' he giggled.

'Always,' his brother commented and I saw his shadow and Florian's blend. I
think it was kissy kissy time. I nuzzled at James' smooth neck as I felt
his hand unzip me and delve inside grasping my hot cock through my thin
briefs.

'Mmmm...' I sat back and let him do his work idly kissing his ears and the
side of his face until he turned his head and our lips met. Yeah, it was
going to be a good night, I could feel it in my piss.

I felt his warm lips and breath at my ear. 'We gonna do it tonight, the
works?'

'If you want to?'

'Yeah,' he breathed and I felt his slippery pointed tongue inside my
ear. Weird or dirty, I dunno but it tickled like hell.

I reached down to his crotch and could feel his hardness within his
trousers, if he was looking after me it was the least I could do, I
unclipped his waistband and my hand was inside on autopilot searching for
his hard flesh. When I found it I exposed it to the warm night air and we
sat there doing the dirty, just a slow evening wank, you know, nothing out
of the ordinary.

'Save some for tonight,' I whispered.

'Don't you worry,' he sniggered and his head dropped. The next thing I felt
was his wet and warm suction on my hardness, little James was a munching
machine, a boy after my own heart. I stretched out and held his head as it
bobbed up and down, I made little fucking motions into his mouth and
continued to jerk him. The other two had drawn away a bit and were in a
huddle, I didn't know what they were upto and didn't care. I was sure I'd
catch up with James' older brother later in the week.

I sat there quite contented and let James do his work, it wasn't exactly
warm but with James slurping away at the old noodle I didn't feel the night
chill. When I came it was a bit of a surprise, the sudden tightening of the
balls the burning and the frantic jerks. James swallowed the lot and he
came upto me with the semen gleaming on his lips and kissed me furiously as
I continued to wank away at his very hard penis. 'Do me,' he demanded
between slobbery kisses.

Well, of course I did. I'd rather be drown in his sweet cum than his
saliva. He didn't last but his squeals and grunts got the other two
giggling and I was glad when it was all over. I swallowed his juicy spunk
and we lay in the shadow of the wall full length and pressing our sticky
and relaxing bits together. 'That was so hot,' he breathed.

'It'll be hotter doing the full thingy, the love bit,' I promised him.

'As long as it doesn't hurt.'

'Don't worry I've got some magic lotion.'

'Yeah?' He sounded suspicious.

'Yeah, 'Smooth Loving' they call it, I got it in a sex shop at home.'

'Perv,' he giggled and we cuddled on. I was so looking forward to tonight I
was getting hard again.

We sat out there until around ten and it began to get chilly after that we
went into the hotel and joined some other kids who were down the end of the
bar where they did hot drinks specially for us infants and after that we
split. They had to report into the family circle and get tucked up for the
night, Florian and I had to get organised for the big adventure.

We shared a shower as usual but nerves kept us on edge. He was worried
about Mark wandering around the hotel on his own and getting captured and I
was getting very iffy about stopping in the brother's room overnight. What
would happen if the parents decided to do a spot check? Still, nothing
ventured nothing gained. At a quarter to midnight I was on the move. I even
passed Mark in the well lit corridor and he was looking supremely
confident, he gave me a big smile and pressed onto his assignment with
Florian, I arrived at their room and pushed the door. As had been organised
it swung open and I was faced with darkness. The touch of a naked body
alongside me, the door closed and I heard the catch snap.

'Get undressed,' James whispered urgently and I heard him get onto his bed
and the small bedlamp came on. He grinned up at me fully naked and slid
under the bedding. 'Come in.'

I rapidly stripped and he gave a giggle when my super hard cock sprang
free, a few seconds later I was in the bed cuddling his warm body and
rubbing our groins together.

'We can do this all day tomorrow,' he whispered as his warm lips drifted
across my skin. 'The parents are out for the day on a trip, Mark and I
opted out, we said we'd met new friends.'

'Well that was true,' I observed dropping my head and munching at his tiny
nipples.

'Do me and I'll do you,' he suddenly broke away and lay on his belly. Well
that was to the point, clearly a boy in need or a sex maniac. I took my
time, I gave him some more kissing, down his back and onto his deliciously
pert little boy's bottom. I spread his legs and got between them, I just
wanted to get inside him, I wanted to take his little cherry but in such a
way he'd come back for more. No quick fuck this time, one to be savoured
and remembered. I remembered back to my first time with Florian, I'll never
forget it.

I kissed onto his tailbone and uncapped the glop leaving it in reach, more
kissing required and maybe a bit of the Loren passion probe (that's my
tongue by the way).

'Ooooh...' He twitched and warbled as I spread his cheeks and mouthed into
his little crack scoring in one onto his tiny pucker. Gawd, I so love the
taste of boys, I was so worked up I was dribbling, I wasn't even sure I
needed the lube but I thought I'd better play it safe, he was a virgin
after all.

'Yummy,' I dribbled into his crack tasting his little hole and feeling it
yield as I poked and prodded with my slippery tongue. I scooped some of the
lube from the pot onto my forefinger and fed it between his cheeks, he
tensed up but I muttered for him to relax and he did so. As soon as he
eased off I smeared my finger across his hot little hole and gave a gentle
push.

My finger entered him as a hot knife into butter and he didn't even
whimper. A slight clenching and he relaxed as I gave him a little finger
fucking and found his immature prostate.

'Ooooh...' He jerked and wriggled on me, I had him. He pushed back onto my
probes as my finger delved deep stroking that gland and coating the inside
of his little love tunnel with the fragrant smelling oil, it was almost
time.

As I moved my knees inside his he must have known what was coming
especially as my finger slid free and I gave his little ring a final twirl
feeling it relax and judging it slippery enough for my next move. As he lay
there clutching his pillow and trying to relax I slid my weeping knob
between his cheeks and gave a little prod. He tensed up again but eased as
I soothed him and then gave a more forceful push. Jesus, he opened up on me
and I felt my semen coated glans slide into his warmth and he gave a little
groan. But that was it, just the groan and he gave a little push out as I'd
told him. I was in an inch or so and there was no going back.

'Weird,' he choked as I lay my hands over his clenched fists and started to
move slowly and gradually gaining just a little depth at each movement. 'It
feels huge,' he croaked but pushed up a little, it was then that I knew he
was OK. No problems with this kid.

Once I was half in we moved onto our sides and I grasped his hardness and
moved a little faster, he began to push onto me to match my thrusts and we
were off bigtime. At last I felt my pubes press against his soft bottom and
my erection encased in his living flesh. He clamped on me and giggled. 'I
could get to like this.'

I smiled and moved a little faster as I munched his neck and bottomed
out. An extra push and he jerked but pushed back onto me really hard this
time and we were off. We made love or shagged depending what word you
prefer. We stayed on our sides and he did little experiments lifting his
leg and reaching under to feel my oiled flesh gliding in and out of his
tightly clinging little pucker. Finally, he rolled onto his belly and
opened his legs wide. 'Go for it,' he grunted. 'Fuck me,' the final bit
came out as a growl.

I bounced up and down on his tight little bottom really giving him a hard
time, sweaty thwacks filled the room but he just pushed onto me and he
wasn't clutching the pillow anymore, he was reaching behind himself trying
to hold me in but I was on the last lap.

When it came it must have surprised him. He gave a quavering moan as my
cock jerked and squirted my all deep into his slick tunnel. 'Gawd...' he
muttered as he must have felt the hot spunk splatter into his gut and the
liquidity as I kept going. 'Wow... that's so dirty,' he craned his head
around and I kissed him slowly working in and out of my own mess. One of my
better cums if I say so myself. I pressed up hard against his beautiful
boy's bottom as I felt the urge leave me and my spike begin to wilt. It was
my turn, time to let him get his own back.

'Alright?'  I asked as I cuddled him and we relaxed, post coital whatsit I
expect.

'I feel a bit loose,' he admitted with a wry grin. 'A bit shagged you night
say.'

'Revenge is sweet,' I reminded him.

'Yeah, I was thinking that.' He slowly stroked his own erection and I could
see from it's shiny glans that he was oozing just an eeny bit, just enough
to show he had it in him in a manner of speaking. 'Mark says you can do
this sorta thing from the front as well,' he wrapped his arms around me
possessively. 'He saw a magazine at school or something.'

'Sex Ed?'

'Don't be bloody silly,' he laughed. 'A naughty one, someone found in the
rubbish, big blokes nobbing each other.'

'Found it in the crap, pull the other one,' I scoffed. 'You can go that way
if you want, it's the best way I reckon.'

'So why didn't you, why did you do the old rear attack?'

'I'll go frontal next time,' I laughed. 'Come on, too much yakking and not
enough James,' I manhandled him wriggling and giggling to kneel between my
outspread legs as I parted them and looked up at him. 'You gotta take this
slow, we're doing a bit of lovin' not practicing rapes.'

'Yeah, yeah,' he smirked and leaning over me kissed me on the lips rubbing
his smeary glans against my scrotum. 'I'm so hard,' he whined. I soon shut
him up, I smeared a handful of my special lube onto his jerking cock and
rubbed it in feeling his warmth and hardness swell even further in my
hand. It was quite thick on second thoughts and as I massaged it it seemed
to get even harder if that was possible. 'Come on, I'm gonna cum else.'

'Take it easy,' I warned him for the last time and raising my knees to my
chest guided his weapon down to my pucker. He was half a minute away from
the James experience. I must have been looking forward to it as well, my
own penis lay long and hard on my belly, the child had got me all sexed up
again for the second time of the session all of which boded well for the
night. 'Easy...' I held his slippery hardness for a moment and let him take
charge. He rubbed it's head against my pucker and then staring me in the
eyes gave a gentle but firm push.

It wasn't the biggest dick in the world but he was only eleven for God's
sake, what do you expect but it was nice. He slid in easily and did the
madatory moaning and groaning and started to fuck like a little rabbit. I
flathanded his tensed belly and calmed him down and then he began to fuck
slowly and rotate his hips like a big boy. He was good and I felt envious
of his brother, surely Mark would be onto a good thing after this... I must
tip him off.

'This is great,' James lay his face alongside mine and whispered sweet
nothings as his narrow hips pumped up and down. We were back to happy
slappy time as his oiled body smacked into mine. I held him tightly and
squeezed his tightly clenched cheeks in my hands as he pumelled away. It
seemed to go on forever but he got there in the end with a series of groans
and moans. His first shag and at the tender age of eleven, he had a good
start in life. I felt his warm juice squirt into me in a solo squirt and
then the slipperynes as he probably oozed more but it was genuine cum and I
was proud of him. A lot of kids that age can't even muster a decent wank
let alone a full scale fuck. Poor soul, he flopped onto me like a dead man
and I stroked his sweaty back still moulding and squeezing his now soft and
relaxed bottom.

'That was so cool,' he grinned at me in the near darkness. 'I gotta do that
again.'

'After me,' I suggested.

'After you,' he agreed with a giggle. ' You gotta do a frontal next time,'
he sealed his lips to mine and his slippery tongue slid into my mouth
cutting off any answer I may have had. Damn right I was gonna do him again
and sooner than he thought, my target was three maybe four for the night,
he wasn't going to get a lot of sleep not if Lorenzo the Lover had his way.

We lay there kissing and canoodling for a while and he decided he had to go
to the bathroom and I even took pleasure from him scampering across the
small room with his cheeks tightly clenched. He came back a little slower
with a big grin on his face and a towel wrapped around his hips.

'I washed it,' he declared proudly. He didn't tell me what 'it' was and I
didn't ask, I had a pretty good idea.

'That's nice,' I reached out and tugged him down onto the bed. My cock was
rock hard again and I knew I shouldn't but I was going to. I was going for
seconds and this time it was going to be a full frontal face to face. He
looked at me coyly as he slipped into the bed. 'Was I alright?'

'Perfecto.' I nudged him onto his back and lay ontop of his warm body with
my still slightly tacky hardon pushing a way between his loosely closed
thighs, he opened slightly and it found it's way between them.

'You can't,' he grinned at me. 'You ain't that randy.'

'Wanna bet?' I hoisted his legs up as he lay there laughing. I was
expecting someone to hammer on the wall but remembered that the beds were
up against the fire escape wall so we were pretty safe there, thank the
Lord. I looked down at his pucker in the dim light and it looked OK if a
bit red and a bit puffy. I produced 'Smooth Loving' and waggled the pot.

'Dare you,' he gave me a huge grin folding his knees back to his chest in
an invitation. He must have been studying his brothers magazines as I
hadn't told him how but I didn't care. I smeared just a little of the
lotion on his ring and pushed. My finger slipped in easily and I contacted
his prostate straight away, as I massaged it he just lay there with his
eyes closed and a blissful smile on his face. The smile remained as I held
his slender hips and guided my erection down by hip control only and that's
not easy when everything is covered in oil. One gentle push and I was back
into his hot honeypot again and all he did was give a little groan and run
his hands over my tight belly. 'Yeah... I can live with this,' he slurred
and opening his eyes stared at me as I gently worked my way in deep once
more. 'Rapist.'

I plugged James and sharted to shag... that's another original Florian
phrase but I always blame the boyfriend when the language gets out of
hand. I gently slid into James and started to make love (better?). It was
so nice, he seemed to enjoy it and I certainly did, he clung to me and I
slowly moved in and out with that circular digging movement that really
stretches the pucker muscle and reaches every corner of the gut.

He clung to me like a limpet and tried to kiss me but I was puffing and
panting like a knackerd old man and I couldn't stop. As a passive partner,
a bottom, James was superb. He smiled at me as I slowly fucked my way to a
climax in his sweet body. At the end we were both grunting and shedding
droplets of sweat like sea lions (well, I had to think of something that
shed water, the other one was a surfacing submarine and that didn't sound
right).

'Come on, come on,' his teeth bared in a grin and I did. If anything it was
a bit on the limp side but I cum and I felt my second climax of the night
surge into his body and he flopped inert as I did seconds later. This time
my flaccid cock slipped from him in a gush of stale spunk. Messy but
glorious as it can only be when you've fully drained yourself and satisfied
a partner.

'Great...' he smiled tiredly and closed his eyes. I moved off him and lay
by his side with our hips just touching, we were done for now.

						.......................


Florian

I was laying on the big bed right in the middle with just a hotel bathrobe
on, I was naked underneath, hard and ready to go. I think Mark although the
supposed virgin would be the butch boy or, at least, I'd let him play the
part. He was sweet even if he did look a bit of a hard nut and I wouldn't
mind being a bit girly, variety is the spice of life after all. Loren and
myself just took turns, it depended on who was the randiest at the time.

I was surprised when the bathroom door opened and Anthony's grinning face
appeared. What now for fuck's sake?

'We've found a stray lad,' Anthony announced gleefully and pushed Mark in,
a red faced Mark I might add.

'I got the wrong room,' Mark mumbled as Anthony disappeared.

'I hope Loren doesn't do the same,' I grinned as I leapt over and locked
the outer door, no need for that to stay open until the early morning and
the return of the wandering Lorenzo, we should call him a visiting Romeo I
suppose. Mark was sitting on the bed and not wanting to waste any time I
flathanded his chest and started to remove his trainers.

'Keen,' he grinned as his blush faded. 'There's four of them next door, I
thought I was dead meat.'

'Shagged meat morelike,' I laughed.

'Who was the kid who showed me in, was that Loren's brother?'

'Yeah, that was Anthony.'

'He's rather nice,' Mark had that dreamy look in his eyes but I ignored it,
there was no point in getting jealous with holiday romances, there's enough
to pass around. It's not as if the tough looking Mark was the only pebble
on the beach but he was my particular pebble for the night and I wanted to
get around that big dick of his pronto.

'Slut,' I commented and peeled his socks off and moved upto unclip his
waistband and do the rest of him, I wanted him naked and ready to top and
tail in a manner of speaking.

'Take your time,' he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into an
embace. This I didn't mind as I'd stripped already and his hands had slid
under the bathrobe and were running up and down my body. I must say he
seemed to have a thing about my bum beautiful as it is. He clasped each bun
and gently squeezed and got that dreamy look again, I grinned down at him
and stuck my lips onto his.

'Randy?' I breathed into his mouth. A silly question really, I could feel
his stiffy mashing against mine although he still had his trousers on.

'Yeah.'

'Let's get stripped off then.'

'Turn the lights off,' he told me like the little virgin he was, well, the
'virgin' was OK but take the 'little' with a pinch of salt. The room was
still quite well lit from the pool outside until I drew the curtains and
even then it was still possible to see what one was doing. I dropped the
bathrobe and clambered onto the bed watching him shed his clothing and then
he joined me with his erection at full stretch and clearly ready for
action. Lorenzo had taken his lube with him so I had to settle for suntan
oil but it had proved a good friend in the past and I didn't mess around. I
wanted to join with Mark like instantly and I wasn't messing. I think he
was a bit surprised when I lay him flat on the bed and coated his dicky
with oil and started a slow wank bringing it to it's full potential. I
didn't want him to pop you understand, I just wanted a quicky and then a
more leisurely one once he'd broken his duck to get all sporty on you.

'Don't make me cum,' he groaned as I slowly massaged and squeezed his firm
boy's flesh. Well, he was a fourteen year old boy but he was well developed
downstairs, I suppose you could call him a youth if you wanted to get
technical but who the hell cared.

'Come on then,' I'd run out of patience. I just wanted him in me. 'Spoon
up... and take it easy.' As a near professional (accompanied by a dirty
laugh) I found that the rear attack on your side was the easiest way for a
beginner. I'd talked about this with Loren as one does (another dirty
laugh) and he reckoned that the best way with someone who was a newbie was
to sit on it but after I nearly impaled myself on someone I didn't rate
that one. One slip and you took your partner in, in one fell swoop to get
all literary... and it hurts.

He snuggled up behind me and I felt his oiled glans slip between my cheeks
(buns to the Yanks) and it felt massive but I wasn't giving up
now. 'Slowly,' I muttered.

Jeez, I nearly leapt off the bed as his swollen and well slippery knob
speared into me and opened me up and stretched my pucker to the almost
painful stage. Well, it was painful but only for a moment, his glans was
bigger than his shaft and I felt myself close up a bit and grip his
slippery shaft as he started to move in and out very slowly.

'Orrite?' He hissed.

'Fine but take it slow,' I grunted and tried a little push back as he moved
in again. That was it, we were off to a slow start but that's the best
way. Get it all in, get comfortable and then go for the sex.

'Wicked,' he groaned and started to kiss and munch at my neck. I could feel
his big prong stretching me and it's delicious heat inside me and then he
flathanded my belly and drew us together. One slow slide and I felt his
taut belly muscles on my back and his full length nestle inside me.

'Go on,' I pushed back onto him and he was away.

Christ... he was so quick. I didn't count but he must have cum in around
seven or eight jabs. Most disappointing for him and for myself. I pushed
back hard onto his spurting cock feeling his hot spunk inside me and his
hot breath on my neck.

'Shit, shit, shit,' he cursed as he clung to me trying to get even more of
himself into my flooded and slippery hole.

'No matter,' I reached back and finding his hip pulled him in tight. 'The
next time is gonna be a cracker.'

'I get another go?' He asked innocently and seemed a little surprised.

'You get all night if you like,' I laughed.

'I wonder how James is getting on,' he cuddled upto me and I felt his
stiffness begin to wilt. 'I hope that Loren of yours doesn't go potty.'

'Loren's alright,' I reassured him. 'He'll treat James like cut glass.'

'Mmmm...' he giggled and I felt him slip free. 'Your turn,' his voice had
dropped to a whisper.

'You don't have to do this, Mark,' I gritted my teeth as I lied although I
was sure he liked me enough not to want to upset me.

'I can handle it,' he sniggered and turned away from me offering his well
muscled bum. I thought the remark was a bit of a put down but I was
relieved. I had a secret weapon and it was called experience. If I could
please Loren I was sure I'd get on fine with Mark. It was back to the
sunoil, I rubbed some between his cheeks deep into his crack and he
wriggled a bit and flinched but stayed where he was, at least he didn't
leap from the bed.

I gently intruded a finger inside him so slowly I don't think he felt it
until I was in and probing for his prostate.

'Jeez,' his voice quavered and he clutched the bedding. 'That is so hinky.'

Hinky? 'Just relax,' I whispered.

I didn't answer I just applied more oil and continued to loosen him up, he
was so tight and his bum was so muscular, he must be a footballer or a
runner. He could crack bloody walnuts with his arse, I'd probably finish up
with a dick like a kipper.

Snuggling up behing him as he lay I slid my stiffness between his tight
orbs and gently pushed against his entrance, he gave a groan but I entered
him all the same and as I suspected he clamped on me like a vice. 'Relax,
Mark. Relax,' I crooned and as I felt his flesh soften I pushed again a
little harder and felt myself enter his warmth.

'Aaaah,' he sighed but it was a sigh of acceptance not a gasp of
pain. Reaching around I grasped his turgid cock and moulded the soft shaft
until I felt it begin to harden and pushed in again. This time he didn't
make a sound just acepted me and muttered something into the bedding.

'OK?' I whispered.

I'll live,' he croaked and I took that as a go ahead.

'Roll onto your tummy,' I coaxed him over and got between his legs. It was
time for some action and he seemed to be accepting me OK so where was the
hassle? Short answer: There wasn't any, I moved in gently and took my time
and in the end felt my erection completely encased in his warm and tightly
constricting flesh. I moved a little and he groaned again only this time he
giggled immediately after.

'I hope you enjoy this, Flore.'

'So do I.' I kissed the back of his neck and lay on him just moving my hips
up and down savouring his warmth and his tightness. I keep saying it but he
was as tight as a nun's cunt (one of Loren's crudities, that one). I moved
a little faster knowing that I was massaging his prostate as well as
digging into my furthest extent, OK, so I didn't have the biggest dick in
the world but it worked for me and obviously for him as well. As I fucked
he began to shove back up to meet my thrusts.

In the end he forced himself up into a crouch and I assumed he felt more
comfortable that way but I was OK with that, I knelt behind him shagging
him doggy and we were pounding away like a pair of mongrels in heat. The
sweat was flying off me and he wasn't fussed in the slightest, he started
to gasp for me to go harder, faster and all the rest of it. He was hooked,
he liked it in him. He may not admit it in the broad light of day but that
was his concern, I was having the ride of my life.

Of course it couldn't last and it didn't. I felt the familar ball
tightening and then the heat closely followed by bursts of my hot spunk
splattering into his tight little tunnel. It was all over and we subsided
onto the perspiration soaked bed in a sweaty mass.

'OK,' I croaked when I found the breath and lapped the salty beads from the
back of his smooth neck, I stirred my deflated noodle in his cum slick
tunnel and pushed in even harder with my belly pressing against his lower
spine.

''Jeez, that was something else,' he muttered and clamping his muscular
bottom expelled me with one quick spasm. 'Not bad for a midget,' he smiled
at me as he rolled over and crushed me to his chest. He licked sweat from
my chin and finished up with a tongue on tongue. 'Do you get all ashamed
when you've done this sort of thing,' he asked me and I could see his teeth
in the gloom.

'No,' I answered quite honsestly.

'Good, 'cos I won't either,' he grinned. 'We need to rest before the next
one.'

Excellent. We were in business.

We did, in fact, sleep but only for a couple of hours. I awoke to the sound
of him in the bathroom and when he came out I could see from his vague
outline against the bathroom door that his big cock was leading the
way. 'Goody,' I thought to myself. As soon as he got into the bed I slipped
out. 'Back in a minute.'

'Take your time, lover boy,' he spoke quietly and I saw the flash of his
beautiful teeth as he gave me a smile. I scurried to the bathroom and did
the necessary giving myself a quick burst of the old Lynx under the
armpits. Time for a bit of lovin', the noodle was perky, the fanny was
itchy, I was ready to go. I thought I'd made the best 'pull' of the
previous afternoon and I was feeling quite pleased with myself, Mark was a
cracker and he was all mine.

'Hi, sweetnuts,' I slipped back into the bed alongside him and he put his
strong arms around me cuddling me in tightly. I could feel his big chunk of
meat pressing against the smoothness of my thigh as we turned inwards and
then our two stiffies met.

'I liked what we did,' he rather craftily slipped his hot mass between my
legs (well, he thought it was crafty no doubt). I clamped on it and he
moved gently to and fro and went back to his old routine of clasping and
moulding my bottom. That kid had a fixation with my bum but that suited, I
rather liked his youthful and juiced up cock and it seemed it was time for
the second round. I was starting to get harder thinking of him in me now
that is weird. I must be going through one of my girly spells as Loren
calls them. Anyway, sod Loren, tonight was Mark's and so was I.

'Did you like it enough to do it again,' I whispered trying not to sound
like a right tart. I rolled onto my back taking him with me and as he lay
still fucking between my legs I looked him straight in the eyes. 'Fuck me,
Mark. >From the front, the kosher way.'

'I'm not a Jew,' he exclaimed indignantly. 'Just 'cos I'm circumcised.'

'Shurrup, you dummy,' I laughed and opened my legs leaving him nothing to
fuck into, then I slipped them up his smooth body hoping he'd get the
message, he did.

'I'm so chuffed we met,' he kissed me and moved up into a kneeling position
between my legs. 'Apart from this holiday it's given me some dirty ideas
about James.'

Great, I'm looking for sex and he's having fantasies about his younger
brother , I grabbed the suntan oil. It was time to bring him back to the
here and now not for him to ramble on about what he was going to do when he
got home. I think he was a bit uncertain whether to plunge straight into
the sex or carry on with a bit of foreplay so I put him straight on that. I
smeared some suntan oil onto his hot spongey glans and guided him onto
target as I raised my knees onto my chest. 'Nice and slow this time,' I
whispered wrapping my arms around his torso.

'Gonna fuck you to death,' he threatened and I got another flash of his
teeth.

'You can try,' I giggled thinking back to some of the cock I'd had that
year. Small chance and no chance with him big cock or not.

Contrary to my expectations he entered me gently and took his time, stacks
of stroking and kissing and very nice. He got his glans in and then slowly
worked his way in and once he'd bottomed out he started on a nice slow fuck
taking it almost out and then slipping it all the way back in. In fact, he
was so slow he was really getting me going.

'Faster,' I grunted, my own cock was jerking up and down on my belly and I
could feel it weeping, if he kept this up I'd be spunking all over my
belly.

'Beg for it,' he taunted me giving an extra dig.

'Faster you bastard,' I clamped my legs on his sweaty back. 'Fuck me,
Marky. Harder.'

That was it, he started to go then and even with his lack of experience he
was good, he was a natural. His big stiff cock must have reached every
secret little corner of my gut as he hammering in and out forcing me up the
bed until my head was clonking on the headboard.

'You like this,' he snarled as he rammed away, the rate he was going I was
going to have a wrecked fanny but it was fun. 'You love it,' he nearly had
me off the bed so I clung to him and pulled myself tightly onto his thrusts
as he moved in and out.

He slowed down a little and we got ourselves back into the centre of the
bed and he was off again. I felt his smooth scrotum and his nuts were so
tight he must be on the verge and finally I felt his cock seem to swell and
then the glorious pumping and squirting and this time it was a beauty. I
could feel at least four blasts and the sticky stuff was oozing onto my
tailbone as he shagged down into me. As my legs dropped he lay on me giving
me sloppy kisses and I grasped his sweat soaked bottom keeping him in and
allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. Now that was a good one.

'We gotta do that again,' he panted.

I gazed into his eyes and grinned. I'd gotten myself a sex maniac. Golly
gosh... a juvenile sex maniac with a big dick and a nice well muscled
bottom, not a bad result for little ol' moi.

							..............................


Anthony

I was beginning to feel like a spare pick at a wedding. I'd been in the bar
with Jo and his latest capture the rather dishy Arthur and Roberto had
disappeared. I knew he was on some sort of call for the hotel but he had
assured me that it wouldn't interfere with our one night stand, or two
night stand or whatever but it had. The barman had asked him to do
something which was well out of order and Roberto had trotted away like a
little mouse. You know, he just wasn't a shag, he was my company. I wanted
to have a drink and a natter with him, act civilised for a change. To say I
was pissed off was an understatement.

'You keep looking at the barman with blood in your eyes and he'd gonna come
over here,' Jo warned.

'I'll smack him in the mouth if he does,' I snarled and I would. The geyser
was a bag of bones, I'd have punched the shit out of him I was so annoyed.

'Problem solved,' Art put in. 'Here's your pal.' Sure enough Roberto was
returning with an apologetic smile on his face.

'Sorry, sorry,' he sat down again. 'Claude is being a spoilsport, he knows
I have something going on.' I felt his knee press against mine under the
table.

'Is is one of your shags?' I asked rather childishly I suppose.

'Anthony...' Jo frowned. 'No need to act like a jealous brat.'

'I am a jealous brat,' I relented a bit and grinned at Roberto. 'Sorry,
sweetness.'

'I should think so,' he laughed.

'Why don't you go upto the room and get settled in,' Jo suggested. 'Then
you're out of the way.'

'Mmmm,' I looked at Roberto and he grinned back,

'We'll be up later, we might have a walk down the road in a while,' Jo
settled back into his chair as Art went upto the bar again. They'd be there
until closing I supposed but who knew, who cared I just wanted to go to bed
with my tasty dark skinned little holiday lover.

'OK, we're off,' I glanced at Roberto and he nodded. Jo gave an approving
nod and I gave Art at the bar a small wave then we were on our way.

Once up in the room I began to have second thoughts. This wasn't the best
way to do the big love job with another pair in the next bed but then again
it wasn't all that different from our camping weekend in a way, if we
darkened the room each pair could do their own business and all you had to
suffer was the grunts and groans from the company. Anyway, Roberto didn't
seem all that fussed. Of course, being a paid up member of the Jo Perv Club
I was quite expecting an early morning turn around or a bit of wife
swopping, it was never intended to happen but it always did. It was a bit
hard playing the faithful partner bit when sex was in the air and the room
was full of jumping hormones as well as jumping bodies. I fancied the
rather rough looking Art anyway, I thought he might be more of a match for
our pretty laid back Jo, even our laid back pretty Jo although I wouldn't
call him pretty to his face... mind you from the way he was acting he may
be going into one of his femme modes again.

We sat on my big single bed in our room and thank Christ it was a big
single, I suppose Roberto felt awkward with the prospect of sharing a room
with another pair doing the dirty in the next bed but I was used to it and
presumably Roberto wasn't.

'We can go upto your room if you like,' I suggested.

'Why?' Roberto grinned. 'We might all finish up in a big heap on the floor
in the middle of the night.'

'Not just yet,' I bore him back onto he bed and attacked his sweet lips
with mine, lips first and then tongues slipping and sliding into each
other' mouths and on top of this clothes being torn off and thrown onto the
floor until Roberto's coffee brown skin was against my pure Caucasian. He
was down on me as soon as my briefs were off, his hot wetness enveloped my
stiff cock and he slowly bobbed his head up and down moving around on the
bed. I guided his darker brown uncircumcised cock down to my mouth and took
in his swollen purple glans. We sixty nined in slow silence each trying to
swallow as much of the other as we possibly could. First he was on top then
I and finally we lay on our sides gently moving in and out of each other's
mouths. Nice scene, we'd turned the light off but we could see what we were
doing with the pool lights still on, we'd have to draw the curtains later
but for now it didn't matter we had the room to ourselves and it wasn't
overlooked.

Our little session was interrupted by Jo and Art coming in but apart from
Art oggling us they just quite calmly got stripped off and slid into Jo's
bed. Not a word, just a glance now and then, it was pretty weird but maybe
fraternisation or cross couple pollination would come later. I didn't care,
I was quite happy with Roberto. just to keep up some appearance of decency
we too slid into our bed and got into some heavy snogging which was
interrupted again by a gentle tapping on the door.

'Fuckin' hell,' I snarled and got from the bed and clambered into my
trousers. 'Who the hell's that.'

'Probably someone got the wrong room,' Jo suggested. 'Just open the door a
bit, don't give the world a view.'

I did as he said an opened up, to my surprise and his too it was one of the
two brothers that Flore and Loren had been chatting up, the older one, the
thuggish looking type.

'Shit, I got the wrong room,' he stated the obvious. 'I was after Flore.'

'Better come through this way,' I grabbed his arm and dragged him in, it
wouldn't do for people to see us having a conversation in the hallway at
this time of night. His eyes were everywhere trying to see what was going
on but I guided him through the bathroom and pushed him into a surprised
Florian's arms. My good deed done I firmly returned to bed and
Roberto. Enough of false starts for one evening. I fell into his warm arms
and fed his stiff brown cock between my legs. He could lead.

Anyway, the lights were off and Art had drawn the curtains so it was in
near darkness now. Roberto's lips were on mine and as he slowly moved
between his legs I felt his hands under my thighs lifting me and the
folding the undercariage back, he wasn't all girl after all and he
confirmed that when he rose and I felt his slippery glans nudge at my ring.

'OK, Ant,' he whispered and before I could answer his lips came down onto
mine again and I felt his slippery glans push against my pucker and then
the familiar sensation of hot cock slipping into my gut. It's amazing how
even the smallest penis feels like a log and Roberto wasn't small by any
means. He didn't go mad, he slowly worked his way in and once he bottomed
out we lay there gently kissing and moving before he went for the
jackpot. I felt him begin to move faster and clamped my gut muscles giving
him a good sqeeze and he sighed quite happily as he pigged out. I held onto
his smooth buns as he moved in and out savouring every inch of his rather
thick brown cock and when he went for the final surge I held his hips
dragging him onto me.

'Yesss...' he hissed and I felt his warm liquid squirts as he offloaded a
respectable cum. I felt him slippery inside me and still going strong, a
second later another salvo I suppose you'd call it. It was almost a double
cum, I could feel his excess juice sticky and slippery between us as he
continued to hammer away into my flooded passage. In the end sweating and
puffing like an old steam engine, finally he fell on me and I crushed his
boyish body to mine as I felt his spent and flaccid organ slide clear. God,
I felt messy, for someone who I had down as a bit of a girl he'd proved me
dead wrong. I was full of his babies and moments later I had to make a dash
for the loo. Abortions are a pain in the arse which is a pretty good pun
but you do feel better after. Refreshed and quickly rinsed I rushed back
into the bedroom colliding with a red faced Arthur at the doorway.

He gave me a sheepish grin as I entered the darkened bedroom and he entered
the still lit bathroom, Jo must have scored first but no matter it was
Roberto's turn now and I loved that kid's sweet coffee coloured arse.

'Come on do me,' Roberto demanded as I slipped back into bed. 'Nice and
slowly.'

He had no chance, I was as hard as a rock and kneeling between his legs I
hoisted them up and played a little rubbing my weeping glans across his
pouting sphincter a few timed until he virtually pulled me into himself and
I speared into his slippery warmth. It was like coming home and as I bedded
in right down to the pubics I was determined to make it last and give him a
good time. I did keep it going but he was the one to give in, at the end he
was begging me to finish him off, he'd actually wanked himself to a second
climax and the scent of spunk was heavy on the air. Christ knows what the
chambermaid was going to think in the morning but who cared. I rammed and
thrust into his sweet coffee coloured arse until I felt the old heat rising
and then it came. A holiday special, he wriggled and writhed and then
flopped as I lay atop of him all passion spent as they say in all the
romatic books. I never knew what it meant but I did at that moment, I was
drained, shagged and knackered... and Roberto was satisfied, for the
moment.
						........................................


Arthur

Well I'd had a day and an evening of Famagusta and I was pissed off
already. I was the youngest of our group of six and I'd only come along as
my older brother had invited me. In fact, one of the lads had dropped out
and they needed someone with the readies to help pay up. The initial idea
was that we all did our own thing and my brother had promised to keep an
eye out for me, needless to say as soon as the Essex girls and the Sussex
and Surrey girls started waggling their fannies he was off like a randy
mongrel. I didn't care too much my tastes lay in other directions but this
place was so damn straight as in not gay I mean. Anyway, first evening we
all finished up at this glorious booze up and by the time the night was
over which including someone puking up in the bathroom I was well and truly
pissed off with things. I suppose Jo boy came to my rescue.

I'd been having breakfast with some of the others and they made off to get
souveniers and whatnots and this young guy came across and more or less
invited himself to sit down. I didn't mind, he was in his early twenties I
would say and not bad looking, maybe a eeny bit girly, not one of your
thugs. We got chatting and I found out that he'd brought a party for a
break between the Christmas and the New Year, just the five days or
whatever. His party were employees he said at first and then it got around
that one was his partner or main assistant and the others were kids. As his
tale developed it turnd out that they were all kids and that he had booked
one of these huge family suites.

Gawd, a twenty two year old as he turned out to be, a fifteen and two
thirteens, it sounded like Heaven on Earth. I wondered if they were all gay
as I was pretty sure he was. Not blatantly so but certain things he
said... he was playing the clue dropping game, a game that I played myself
sometimes. Certain words, certain phrases that if you were 'in' you'd pick
up on. One thing led to another, if he was gay how about his mate who was
called Anthony, what about the other two. My interest was perked in a
manner of speaking. What really got me going was when he offered me the use
of the room for a lay down and the shower, all this after I'd told him my
tale of woe. He wanted me, I was sure of it and it was just a matter of
getting upto their room and letting him make his move.

Eventually we walked back to the hotel, the weather was OK, mild without
being hot although the sun was hot enough to lay out in and swim. We
stopped by the pool and this rather butch boy with spikey hair ran over and
had a chat with Jo, he turned out to be Anthony and he looked quite big for
fifteen, he gave me the eye and I returned it as they say, eye swopping?
Anyway, we gave each other a swift oggle how's about that. He mumbled
something about Roberto and I rather gathered that he'd scored and I saw
him slip Jo a crafty wink... the plot was thickening as Sherlock would
say. The main thing was that the kid was at it and with the Floor Service
kid on the second floor a dusky teeny I rather fancied myself. I decided
there and then that whatever Jo was upto I'd go along as long as it didn't
involve bondage and pain I mean. After their brief chat we trundled upto
the room or the suite as it should be called.

Jo and this Anthony kid had one room with large single beds in it and
through a shared bathroom it seemed the younger pair had their own room. A
set up designed for families but so totally suited for general fuckery and
buggery, it must have suited this little crew down to the ground. I picked
that word crew by the way because the more Jo prattled on with the obvious
intention of getting inside my knickers the clearer it became that they
were all at it, even the kids. This was Homo-brat Central and I was getting
an invitation.

What happened... well, if you'd been paying attention earlier on you'd
know. We did it in the shower and after that we shared a snooze, or we
shared a bed and snoozed and finished that little exercise off with a snog
and a second sixty niner. We'd tasted each other's essence and it was
coming around to the main event but we both knew that.

I wasn't surprised to get a further invitation to sleepover although I
doubt that much sleeping would be done. I went for it, of course I did, all
I had to do was to put my big brother in the picture which I did. Naturally
enough I didn't tell him I was moving in with the local Junior Branch of
the Sex Teenies but he had a pretty good idea of where I was at and the
rest of my group were relative strangers who couldn't have cared
less. After that it was just about dinner time which I took with big
brother as the others were about their business and after that I joined Jo
and his guys. The two 'juniors' I suppose you'd call them were two kids
with fancy names, Lorenzo and Florian, they were absolute visions and from
their body language I'd say they were established mates, mates way past the
pal stage if you know what I mean and not really surprisingly they'd
already teamed up with a couple of kids who they chased after as soon as
they could decently get away from the table.

'Ain't young love grand,' Jo laughed.

'Sure is,' Anthony glanced across at his capture, the tasty young Roberto.

Jo gave me an eye roll and a nod, we made off leaving Anthony threatening
to kill the barman for making Roberto work but after that we were on our
own.

'Won't it be a bit awkward with the boys in a bed right alongside?' I asked
as we walked down the little main street looking in the shop windows.

'Wouldn't be the first time,' Jo smiled. 'It's a bit of a turn on really,
hearing someone making love right alongside.'

'I suppose,' I replied. I had my doubts but I might get to see Anthony and
even Roberto in the nude, I might even get to see them at it, now that
would be a turnon. Jo must have read my mind.

'Of course with two pairs there's always the temptation to change partners
somewhere along the line,' he looked at me and flashed his teeth. 'Unless
you're some sort of Puritan.'

'I don't think so,' I laughed. 'I told you I fancy Anthony.'

'Well he told me that he fancies you as well,' he grinned. 'It looks like
we might have a deal.'

'Fancy a drink?'

'Only one or two,' he followed me into a nice quiet bar. Things were a
go-go, it was just a matter of passing an hour or so before we could jump
into bed. I had a funny feeling I was going to need all my strength to get
me through the next couple of days.

Jo was good company and it made a change to being with my brother's
mates. There was no great demand to chuck booze down one's throat as if in
a race, I could have a drink and a nice natter... and pump Jo or let his
mouth run away with him. I must admit he was very cautious in what he said
but it was obvious 'his boys' were all at it and his studio did just a
little bit more than wedding photography, let's face it, the money he
spread around didn't come honestly. I guessed he and the lads were involved
in porn and that didn't fuss me, I'd spotted cameras in his room and if he
wanted me to perform he needed to front up some young lads and I'd be
willing. he didn't have to worry about modelling fees, I'd take my wages in
teeny bottoms.

'Well,' he stretched himself out and glanced at his watch. 'That time of
night.'

'It is,' I agreed checking the bar clock, it had gone eleven and the place
was beginning to liven up, they'd probably be at it until the early hours
but I wanted to get inside Jo and see if he was as good as he looked. Mind
you the way he kept giving me rather longing looks he was probably thinking
the same thing. Goody.

We tood a slow walk back and when we went upto the room it was darkened but
I could see that Anthony was in bed with Roberto, they were at it and we
tactfully ignored them. There was enough light coming in from the pool area
to see what we were doing and as we got undressed I felt eyes on me, the
Muppets in the bed were probably having a little peep show.

'You'll get used to it,' Jo held my waist and looked into my eyes, he must
have read my mind.

'Let's do it,' I croaked, I was as hard as a rock and as we fell naked onto
the bed I felt him go down on me and his hot mouth around my straining
cock. Ho, ho, if he thought he was getting away with that he had another
think coming. This was shag or bust time.  'Get under cover,' I pushed him
off me and tugged the bedding down.

As soon as we got into bed properly there was a bloody knock on the door
but Anthony leapt out and answered it. It was a blonde I'd seen earlier and
Anthony escorted this kid through to the other room. Even in the poor light
I could see this kid's eyes as wide as saucers and I also clocked Anthony's
rather attractive nude body when he dropped his trousers. Jeez, that kid
had a nice body and a munchy sturdy stiffy jutting from a nice mass of
curly pubes. He was so tasty I was determined that he was graded a holiday
target straight away. Christ, he nearly had as many muscles as I had, abs,
pecs, the lot. He was super tasty. If I was going to worm my way into Jo's
little mob Anthony was number one on the hit list, for the moment it was
Jo.

We kissed and cuddle for a bit but both of us had needs and in the end Jo
who seemed a lot more forceful than I'd thought had me flat on my back and
his hot cock was between my legs. 'You want it,' I whispered lightly
kissing his sweet lips.

'Damn right.' I saw his teeth flash in the gloom. I took my knees upto my
chest and felt him kneel up. 'You are so nice,' his lips brushed against
mine and I felt the smear of some sort of lube on my back door, he was well
prepared and the remark... well, I expect that was his standard line,
everyone has one. I felt his bulbous knob press against me and he was
in. Jeeez, it hurt but I put a brave face on it. I hadn't had sex with
anyone for ages not since my last little affair in fact and that had
finished six months previously. Mind you, once he was in it was alright. He
didn't wast any time, he was well experience, he slowly worked his way in
murmuring sweet nothing and kissing until I felt his solid shaft deep
within and his crisp pubics pressed against my body.

You alright?' He whispered but kept going all the same.

'Yeah fine,' I wrapped my legs around him and he started to go. He was
good, he did a peculiar little corkscrew at the end of each thrust, I bet
his boys loved him. I quite liked it myself. I heard myself giving little
gasps and groaned as he hammered away and when he came I delighted in his
hot cum spurting into my body. Yeah, Jo was a good shag to be blunt but as
he slid free I wondered if he was as good the other way around.

'You're nice sex,' he whispered as he lay alongide me idly playing with my
erection. 'I'll have no trouble recommending you to the boys.'

Smart arse... I glowed all the same. The door to the rest of the holiday's
entertainment was open.

A short while later I was in the superior position and it was a full
frontal again. I pentrated him and he was nice and tight, no wonder his
little dicked mates liked him. He had the tight little arse of a twelve
year old not that I knew any twelve year olds you understand but he was
ace. For a twenty two year old man or whatever he was he was a damn sight
better than my ex affair and that one was only eighteen.

'Come on,' he urged me on as I plundered his sweet bum and when it was all
over he clutched me tightly until we slept.

We did it again in the middle of the night and all that could be heard from
the other bed was the sound of steady breathing. It seemed the teenies
didn't have the staying power of Jo and myself. After that it was back to
sleep again and the next thing I remember was Roberto and Anthony coming
from the batrhroom and I saw them doing their fond farewell bit at the
door, presumably Roberto had early morning duties. After that Anthony was
back in bed but not before I'd had another peep at his tightly muscled body
and his thick dangly dick... a dishy boy indeed and only fifteen.

'You like?' Jo whispered in my ear. he was either a clairvoyant or super
shrewd.

'Very much,' I turned inwards and smiled as he fondled my semi hard penis.

'I was thinking about having a quick shower and going for an early swim.'

'Yeah,' I stretched and yawned.

'You look about ready for a bit of an adventure,' he maintained his
whisper. 'Anthony likes early morning sessions.'

'Is that a hint?'

'A suggestion.'

'I rolled over again and looked at the other bed.' Anthony was laying
facing us and his eyes were open, no doubt his ears were flapping again. He
grinned at me and very sexually ran his tongue over his upper lip. That was
a come on if I ever saw one.

'I'll see you after breakfast,' Jo whispered and after giving me a quick
kiss slipped from the bed and went into the bathroom.

He was out in ten minutes clad in swimwear and with a huge towel. 'Have fun
kids,' he called over his shoulder as he left the room. A wink's as good as
a nod as they say. I guess that was the go ahead. I got from the bed and
moved over fully naked and sat on the edge of Anthony's. Soundlessly he
flipped the covers back and I admired his well built youthful body and slid
in with him. God, for a kid he was so virile, he crushed me in his strong
arms and I moulded to his warm flesh and super smooth skin. Yeah!  This was
getting better and better.

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 							KILBURN

The Brothers Blair

Mark Blair looked across the room to the other bed, his younger brother
James was a shapeless lump and wasn't stirring, a great time for a few deep
thoughts. Mark stretched in his bed and felt his cock jerk... nothing out
of order there it was a normal morning reaction and with the dream he'd
been having it had hardly been surprising. They'd been at a family New
Year's Eve party and today was the first day of the New Year, a day of
reckoning for all the mugs who'd been tipping booze down their throats all
night. Mark although joining in and having had a couple of cans had called
a halt at the two, he hadn't even liked the taste of the stuff, he assumed
it was an acquired taste but why acquire a taste for something that gives
you a bad head and costs money.

The family hadn't gotten the house cleared until around three thirty in the
morning and it was only seven o'clock now but he felt fine, he felt
horny. Mum had promised something she called brunch for around midday but
that was it, any movement or noise before then would be punished with a
severe nuclear attack. Mark and kid bro had to stay in bed, stay silent or
vacate the house, the choice was theirs.

Wrapping his wooly jumper around himself as some sort of gesture to modesty
Mark shot down the bathroom and drained down, an even quicker scamper had
him back in bed in nano seconds. Jeez, it was so cold it could have been
snowing but a quick glance from the window had told him that wasn't
happening. There was just a covering of rime frost over everything and the
back garden looked like Planet Snowball... it was fuckin' freezing.

Back in bed he just lay there looking at the ceiling thinking about their
brief holiday in Cyprus and the new friends they'd met, friends who were
townies and didn't live a thousand miles away, in fact, James and himself
had an invitation over to the Boucher place on the Saturday two days hence.

Now the Bouchers, they were a strange pair; Lorenzo and Anthony. He was
almost convinced that they were shagging each other and they were
brothers. Jeez, it was OK shagging boys he supposed and getting shagged but
with one's brother...

He hadn't actually seen them do the dirty act although on the last night in
Famagusta everyone seemed to have sex with everyone else. He'd done his
regular holiday pal, Florian and Anthony who was nice and finished up with
the darky kid, Roberto who was an excellent if rather girly fuck. Talk
about an orgy, he'd seen James getting stuffed by this big kid Arthur or
Art and he had a dick like a donkey, he'd also seen James shag Lorenzo and
he seemed to be doing alright for his tender years. To be honest he was a
horny little pervert, Mark smiled at the thought.

So what was wrong with brothers sharing a vice? Was it any more illegal
than doing it with any other underage boy or even girl for that matter? You
could hardly breed cross eyed banjo playing kids after all, well not unless
Satan played a cruel joke on you. Yeah, they were at it, he sighed and
reaching down fondled his hardness. Ant and Loren were doing the brotherly
love bit, he was sure of it and at the end of it if they kept it pretty
quiet where was the harm.

Of course this led him to James in the other bed and he cast his thoughts
back again to the Famagusta holiday. James looked quite a dish strutting
his stuff and he seemed to be a lot more active than Mark had been himself
at eleven. Mark closed his eyes and thought of entering James smooth boy's
bottom and his cock jerked, he absently ran his thumb over his pee slit and
felt the slip of precum. Jeez, the shame of it, he was actually weeping
semen thinking about his kid brother's arse.

He lay in bed in his cosy warmth idly working his hand up and down his
shaft, he was rather chuffed that both Florian and Lorenzo had thought him
big, he'd thought he was average but he outsized them both and even that Jo
guy had seem impressed and had mentioned doing some posing. After a short
time in that lot's company he had a pretty good idea what the posing would
entail but sex and money sounded good. Sex without money was reasonable but
add a payment and things looked pretty hot.

His mind drifted to dirty things as he first contemplated shagging Florian,
then Lorenzo and finally James under a camera. James? Shit, he was off
again.

'What time is it?' The object of his fantasy mumbled from across the room.

'Just gone seven.'

'Fuckin' hell,' James whined. 'I'm busting for a pee.'

'So, pee,' Mark said with a certain lack of feeling. The little brat needed
to toughen up, he needed a Doctor Mark's Meat Injection he thought and kept
his eyes on his brother's bed, he might get a flash. No such luck there,
James slipped from his bed but he had his sleeping bottoms on and after
grabbing a jumper took the same route that Mark had some minutes
previously.

Five minutes later the boy was back and he immediately sat on the edge of
Mark's bed, Mark was glad to see that James looked quite sprightly in spite
of the drinks and the late night. 'Orrite, kiddo?'

'Bloody cold,' James scowled but remained where he was.

'Get in and share some body heat,' Mark suggested, I hoped that he hadn't
said the wrong thing. His heart was well and truly up in his mouth, they
hadn't shared a bed since they were children and that hadn't been much of a
success owing to James going into ninja mode when he started dreaming.

'Why not,' James finally spoke. 'Mum and dad are probably out for the
count.' He then got in with Mark and the two brothers cuddled in tightly
sharing their body heat although not actually making any overt moves on
each other.

'You can get that bloody jumper off, it's scratchy,' Mark complained.

'Shouldn't sleep with no clothes on,' James smirked although he sat up and
very quickly pulled the wooly abortion off over his head before sliding
back down into the warmth.

'That's better,' Mark grinned and turned to face his brother.

'I can feel your thingy on my leg,' James' voice quavered.

'Early morning stiffy,' Mark smiled and lightly rested his hand on his
brothers slender waist. 'I can't help it.'

'Don't,' James mumbled as he felt Mark's hand pull them closer and the
older boy's erection press against his sleepers, the problem was that his
own penis was hardening and he did like his brother a bit more than
brothers normally do. In spite of their age difference they were
close. James had also thought on the Anthony and Lorenzo situation and
rather envied them, neither of them made a song and dance about their
relationship, neither did they advertise it... pretty cool. 'What do you
reckon about Anthony and Lorenzo?'

'What about them?'  Mark shuffled in a bit closer and now he could feel
James' breath on his neck.

'I think they do it together, you know... do each other.'

'So... that's their business,' Mark replied and gazed deep into James'
eyes. 'If my brother was a bit friendlier I might be tempted...'

'Yeah?' James giggled and risked his all. Reaching down he grasped Mark's
hardness and squeezed it gently, he could almost taste the heat and the
thickness, the buildup of youthful sperm just awaiting release. He risked
even more, he lightly kissed his older brother's cheek.

'Oh, Jamie,' Mark sighed and he was on the smaller boy, his arms went
around his brother and their lips met in a crushing kiss. Mark's hands
slipped into the back of James' sleepers clasping the soft white globes of
flesh and James' hand grabbed Mark's muscular bottom.

'Mmmmmm... this is nice,' James mumbled as he felt his brother's hands at
his waist moving down and taking the elasticated top of the sleepers on the
way, the next thing was his hard dicky sprang out and pressed against
Mark's much larger edition.

'You smell nice... considering,' Mark nuzzled at James' soft neck and his
lips made little sucky noises as he mouthed at his brother's warm skin.

'Wanna do me?' James whispered.

'What?'

'You 'eard.'

'Of course I do,' Mark whispered in return. He wondered for a moment why
they were trying to keep quiet, his parents were the other side of the
third bedroom and they were probably deep in their post New Year's Eve
slumber and that was booze induced. No way were his parents going to be
active much before eleven o'clock. But safety before sodomy he though to
himself. 'Back in a mo' bro.' He slipped from the bed and shot across to
the door snapping the catch, on his way back he grabbed the suntan lotion
still sitting by his music centre from their unpacking. 'That's better,' he
slid back into his bed and cuddled at James warmth.

'Come on then,' James flushed red but looked at him steadily. 'I know you
want to.'

'Dunno if it's right or not,' Mark prevaricated although he knew James was
right, he did want to make love to his brother whatever the religious and
other laws had to say on the matter. Morals had nothing to do with it, they
were both horny boys and if they liked or even loved each other just a
little where was the hurt to anyone else.

'If you wanna do it and I want to do it, it's right,' James spoke quite
firmly and to push his point turned in the bed presenting his back. Mark
promptly smuggled in yet again this time feeling his raging erection slip
between his brothers smooth boyish cheeks. 'That's better,' James purred
and clamped on his brother's hot cock. 'That is so hard... and bloody big,'
he giggled into the bedding and Mark smiled. This was it, they were going
to do it for the first time ever and sod the consequences. And when they
were done he was going to make James take him although from recent
performances the boy wouldn't need too much in the way of encouragement.

He drew back a bit and applied a handful of the sweet scented oil onto his
rigid member working it into the hard shaft and the smearing some between
James' cheeks deep into his crack even feeling the yield of the boy's tight
little button.

'Go on,' James wriggled his little fanny. 'Nice and easy.'

Mark needed no further prompting. Moving in he sighed as his slippery meat
parted James' soft little buns and he paused for a moment as he located the
boy's tiny hole and once satisfied by James' gratified sigh he gently
pushed. He nearly passed out as his felt his little brother's pucker open
up and then slide over his glans as he slid in, the heat and the tightness
were incredible and James didn't make a sound other than a contented sigh
as he felt his brother's cock begin to slip inside.

'Oh, Jamie,' Mark sighed and started to slowly move his hips gently fucking
into his brother's soft little bottom gaining depth, heat and pure bliss at
every little move. He was halfway in now and James pushed back more or less
swallowing the remains of his slippery shaft in one. 'You little slut,'
Mark growled and thrust in harder settling his blonde pubics tightly
against soft flesh.

'I know,' James giggled happily and to prove his point pushed back even
harder as Mark began to fuck with slow measured strokes letting his brother
feel every inch of oiled flesh as it moved in and out. 'Come on top,' he
rolled onto his belly taking Mark with him. Mark did as he was told, why
not? Once between James' smooth thighs he began to do long strokes but soon
losing patience began to pound and thrust into his brother's willing
body. 'Yeah... harder,' James moaned pushing his bum up onto the onslaught.

'Flore showed me this one,' Mark slid in as far as he could and firmly
seated in his brother's tight little arse started to turn.

'Whatcha doing?' James bleated.

'Just keep it in and lift your leg, I'm coming through.'

'Loony,' James giggled as they maneuvered and to his surprise they finished
face to face and as his older brother smiled down at him he put his hands
on his brother's slowly moving hips, they'd achieved a full frontal. The
brothers were making love face to face. 'Kiss me... properly,' James
slurred his words. This forbidden pleasure was too much, he'd began to
think he was more bitch than butch on the holiday and now to his shame he
was convinced. He was actually enjoying the feel of a hot cock moving in
his gut and the fact that it was his own flesh and blood mattered not one
iota. He just loved it.  'Fuck me, Marky.'

'Fuck or kiss? Make your mind up.'

'Both,' James growled aware that in his position he was totally as his
brothers mercy but he didn't care. He was just loving Mark's slippery cock
tearing in and out of his well battered hole. He was as hard as an iron bar
himself and desperately didn't want to cum yet. Bitchy boi or not, he still
wanted to shag his big strong Mark. Yes, indeedy.

'I'm cuming,' Mark groaned and redoubled his efforts and only slowing to a
stop as he felt his juices spurt up his shaft and splash and splat into his
younger brother's squirming body. A few more slippery slides in and out and
he flopped. He was all done, he was exhausted. He felt James' arms around
him and James' butterfly kisses on his lips. A quick smile and they poked
their tongues at each other each tongue meeting each other in a slippery
embrace.

'That was fun,' James pressed his calves onto Mark's back. 'You cum like a
donkey.'

'How many donkeys have you done it with.'

'Well you and that Art...' James grinned. 'But you're better.'

'This could become a bad habit.'

'Only if we do it a lot otherwise it wouldn't be a habit.'

'This is true,' Mark grinned. 'I can't really see anything wrong with Ant
and Loren having sex together, can you?'

'Not really, as long as they keep it to themselves and don't go around
telling the bloody world.'

'Gotta agree,' they smiled at each other. They were both aware that Anthony
and Lorenzo's personal relationship wasn't being talked about it was their
own and in a few sentences they'd agreed a statement of intent, they were
brotherly lovers. From now on they would be ultra cautious, extra careful,
they had a bond that not many other brothers had, they were an item with
all that entailed for them both. Fun times ahead for Mark and James,
boyhood still had a long way to go.


			      To be continued


The next Chapter is under way and I reckon around a month's time.  Look out
for 'Cousin Bill' about a week from now which I hope will go into Young
Friends. Although not directly linked to 'Jo's Boys' it is in the same
story/timeline... sort of!!!


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