Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2007 20:41:50 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: JO'S BOYS - 18

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
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JO'S BOYS



18 - Jugend-Schwimmen-Mannschaft (Berlin) - 1



by



G. Cutter



Lorenzo

Another weekend upon us and it looked like it was heading to be a quiet
one. Florian was away again with that damn photography guy of his but this
time he was straight away after school. The hilarious bit was that he
didn't even know if it was kosher stuff or more of the dodgy carryings on
that Caufield seemed to be getting involved in recently. Whichever way he'd
be earning some money and that was the main thing. Peter and little Willy
hadn't said anything about coming up and I wondered if they were OK with
the previous weekend... well, the police hadn't been around so we must be
pretty safe. The only little mystery on the horizon was that Jo Wilde, our
beloved leader had asked Anthony and myself to keep the Friday evening
clear and to be at the Studio immediately after our supper. In addition to
that, to be ready for some work.

Jo in his usual manner hadn't even hinted what the work was to be, it could
even be a bit of brotherly love as some of our punters were quite keen on
pictures of myself and Anthony at it in a manner of speaking. No matter,
we'd find out soon or as soon as Ant stopped messing around with his keys
and let us in the place. Jo was in the ground floor office and waved us to
a seat.

'Nice and early,' he grinned and we just grunted. Why not? We were pretty
tight now, Anthony was the Manager Elect and I was the Studio top dog same
as Klark, Mike Eighteen and the other skinny queen, Ton. He of Ton is Bad,
Ton's a raving poof, I had that one sorted out. I wondered if Ton was short
for Tony or one of those odd Russian names, no matter, Jo was making the
coffee and rambling on and here I was miles away thinking of Euro sites.

'What... proper pictures?' Anthony looked shocked.

'What?' I'd lost the plot.

'Listen up,' Jo scowled at me. 'I've been hired to take some pictures of
the local Swim Team and their opposition tonight. Classy stuff and I want
three cameras on the job, I want overkill.

'Hey, we could put a load of the wet speedo stuff online.'

'Can't, they have their own copyright... anyway, it's far too dodgy.' Jo
squashed that bright idea. 'Mind you nothing to stop us doing some talent
scouting.'

'Mmmm,' Anthony grinned. 'Renzo can do his Lolita bit... again.'

'Again,' I grinned. Well, why not, I was getting pretty good at it and
being rather delicious helped, ho ho.

'So, what's the score?' Anthony tried to look enthusiastic as Jo handed the
hot mugs around. Ant gave me the raised eyebrows, I think he'd been looking
forward to a bit of rumpy pumpy but we had all night for that nonsense. If
the Studio was earning out of this then Ant and I would be getting our
slice as well as an evening of wet and slippery eye candy, grrrr!

'Well, the English team manager wants some publicity shots of his boys and
the Kraut guy is going along with it...'

'Kraut?' Anthony came to life.

'Yeah, it's an Anglo-German Competition, pretty low level, more a friendly
as I understand it,' Jo wobbled back on his seat. 'The German kids are
tucking in a bit of sightseeing and shopping. Just a fun week as their
school holidays are slightly different to ours.'

'If we get chatting we could always invite a couple upto our Scouts,' I
suggested rather brightly I thought.

'If you do, then pick the right ones, we don't want another fuckin' war,'
Jo laughed. 'I would have thought the English kids would be a better bet.'

'We'll see,' I looked at Anthony and he winked back at me. Two brothers
with one target... boys.

Half an hour later we were piling into Jo's car. The Swimming Pool was up
at Swiss Cottage which wasn't a thousand miles away but too far to hike
especially as it wasn't the nicest of nights. Parking was easy and we got a
good slot, Anthony had the bag with all the camera gear and Jo had all the
paperwork. As usual I trolled along like a spare prick at a wedding
bringing up the rear of our little party.

I'd never been up this pool before although I had visited the one in
Kilburn with mates from the Scouts and was surprised at the size of the
place, it was hugio. It was also rigged for competition, the bobbly ropes,
the works but what caught the eye was the boys, boys in all shapes and
sizes from around eleven right upto their seventeens and eighteens, poor
ol' Ant's eyes nearly dropped out of his head. As soon as we wandered in we
were captured by this English guy who promptly gave us passes to clip to
our clothing, he then introduced us to this big bear and I mean big, he was
the Kraut manager who in turn introduced us to his coach or organiser or
somesuch. Now this bloke was only around eighteen himself and a real hard
looking type. He eyed myself and Anthony like we were a pair of kids which,
of course we were.

'I was expecting older people,' he gave us a well rationed smile. 'They
call me Zoom by the way,' he spoke in perfect English if a little stilted.

'Your brief was a bit vague,' Anthony wasn't one to be browbeaten whatever
that means, he fronted the guy up. 'What sort of restrictions have you
got.'

'None,' Zoom led us to a corner where they were dishing out soft drinks. Jo
had wandered off with the Team Manager by the way. 'What we want is as many
stills as you can take, the competition, some close ups of the boys
chatting, showering, well, maybe not the showers but changing, whatever you
want. All very natural... not just the swimming.'

'A sort of record of the whole event...'

'Exactly,' Zoom looked at Ant and smiled. I got the funniest of feelings my
brother was being fancied but then again it might have been my dirty
mind. 'The boys will be going away in groups after the meeting all being
looked after by a senior member but maybe you'd like to tag along. They'll
be eating and just having a look around. We have a coach trip organised for
tomorrow and then again later in the week for them to do some sightseeing
and shopping.'

'I hope they enjoy themselves,' Anthony burbled on but I'd taken in the
'tag along' bit, now that might be worthwhile if anyone looked like they
were interesting or even interested.

'It's about fraternising as much as competition,' Zoom explained as if he
was talking about the end of the war. 'Your boys are visiting us in Berlin
later in the year so we hope some friendships will develop.'

'Yeah, why not?' I was drifting, it was hard to concentrate on drivel with
all that half naked eye candy disporting itself. Gawd, there were some
beauties there Brits as well as Germans I hasten to add. I needed to
circulate.

'Now it all starts,' Zoom declared. 'The team lineup prior to the racing
bit... clicky, clicky time.' He gave us a big grin and ushered us close to
the Judge's table so away we went. Neither Ant nor myself had a clue what
we were doing but took Zoom's advice and started to take pictures... and
tried to look professional. I noticed Jo the other side of the pool deep in
conversation with the German bear, perhaps our sylphlike boss was being
chatted up.

The night wore on. The speed runs, the freestyles, the relays and at last
the diving. I hadn't got the slightest idea what was going on but Zoom
stuck close and advised us what to concentrate on. He also introduced us to
a bewildering number of kids, so many Karls, Ottos and Kurts I was getting
confused. All seemed to speak reasonable if not excellent English, all were
extremely polite and all were bloody visions. God, it was pervo heaven, I'd
have enough wet dreams racked up to last me a lifetime. My favourite was
one called Wolfgang who was fifteen and an absolute angel. His hair was
probably the longest and scruffiest in the team but his body for his age
was like one of those Greek statues you see. Broad shoulders, a waist you
could get your hands around and strong swimmers thighs. He was fucking
gorgeous and he knew it. Every time I looked at him, like every fifteen
seconds he gave me a little grin and struck a pose. To make matters worse
or maybe better he had a package like a grown man, you could see the
outline of his cock in his speedoes and he was either half hard or it was
oversized and he wasn't the slightest bit embarassed. I'd have been as red
as a beetroot walking aorund like that, he put me in mind of our dishy pal
Mark the first time we'd met whilst on the Cyprus holiday.

It was towards the end and we had a short break before the final diving and
I fancy there was some exhibition type stuff, I doubted that it was nude
(joke) so wasn't overly concerned. I stood with Zoom and Anthony and we
chatted generally, Zoom must have noticed Anthony and myself perving
everything in sight.

'You seem to have enjoyed your night,' he remarked to no one in particular.

'Brill,' I replied unthinkingly.

'Pardon.' Zoom looked at me, perhaps his English wasn't all that good.

'Brilliant,' I explained. 'Is Braun, the Wolfgang kid diving.'

'Yes,' Zoom grinned. 'You must take some more pictures of him, you probably
haven't got enough.' That was a bit near the mark and to make matters worse
Anthony burst out laughing spraying orange juice everywhere.

'I see something good I photograph it... or him,' I added.

'Good for you,' Zoom laughed. 'You should invite him upto your Studio and
do some portraits... or something.'

'Up the Studio?' Anthony queried.

'I'm not joking,' Zoom said. 'The boys will have free days after tomorrow
and most of them will be going with the English boys visiting and suchlike,
I have a list here.' He waved his clipboard and I realised what he'd been
doing whilst we were taking pictures. He wasn't so much a Coach as I'd
thought more a Social Secretary. He was fitting German boys up with English
boys on the socialising front and presumably he'd do the same thing on the
English kids visit to Germany.

'He might not be interested,' I waffled a bit getting a severe dose of cold
feet. The kid looked like a bit of a tease and I diidn't want to sour Anglo
German relations for the next bloody generation.

'Then again he might be,' Zoom smiled and looked at Anthony. 'Perhaps if I
kept him company...'

'Now that sounds good,' Anthony grinned. What a fuckin' slut my brother
was, he'd got the hots for this Stormtrooper. I could see it in his evil
squinty eyes, he was going into one of his femme modes, he fancied a bit of
German sausage. Mind you Zoom was quite nice but little Wolfgang was
nicer. When he turned his back his bottom looked like a couple of firm
apples in those tight speedos, he could crack fuckin' walnuts with those
buttocks.

'Shall I invite him to chat?'

'Yeah,' I croaked glancing at my watch, we had five minutes before the off.

Zoom just crooked his finger and the kid beetled across, he must have been
watching and waiting although I couln't imagine why, this kid couldn't or
shouldn't be short of friends.

'Hi,' he stood shyly looking at Anthony and myself. He stood to attention
like Zoom was about to issue orders.

'I'd like to introduce Anthony and Lorenzo,' Zoom spoke to the kid who
immediately stuck his hand out very formally and gave us both a brilliant
smile. My bitter and twisted little heart melted. Jeez, I was in love... I
wanted to make love to this little pixie and the sooner the better, he was
a vision... Woops, I've said that about ten times already.  I don't really
know why I was calling him little, he was slender, yeah but he was about as
tall as I was which wasn't all that. We'd look so good together on a bed,
of that I was one hundred percent sure. We were made for each other and his
dicky was looking better by the minute. he seemed to be one of these who
could walk around flaunting his bits with total unconcern, most kids would
be holding their hands over their crotches like little girls.

His hand was warm and dry and I'm sure that little spark sparked as sparks
to to overuse the spark word. He felt it as well, he looked at me and I
knew we were made to mate. How's that for a turn of phrase. Made to
mate... I liked it.

'The boys have invited us to visit their Studio tomorrow,' Zoom soke to
Wolfgang slightly bending the facts I might add but fine with me and by
Anthony's look OK with him as well.

'Bring your speedos and we can take some nice pictures,' I blurted out
without thinking. In fact, it was a totally stupid thing to say to someone
who was a complete stranger but I was busy losing it looking at this mini
hunk standing in front of me.

'Nice pictures?' Wolfgang actually laughed but didn't seem upset. 'My
family is always saying I don't look good in pictures.'

'I'm sure you do, we can do some portraits.' I twittered on like a little
girl and Anthony did his look, you know the one that says... he's an idiot.

'Well, pictures or not I'm sure it would be interesting,' Zoom
smiled. 'I've done some modelling myself so perhaps I could advise.'

'Great,' Anthony came to life. 'What sort of modelling did you do. Zoom?'

'Physique stuff,' Zoom replied.

'Ah.' Anthony looked stumped for a moment but came back fighting. 'You
could do some with Wolfgang for a giggle.'

'Maybe so,' Zoom smiled and I looked at Anthony. Yes... we'd struck oil. It
was at this stage that we had to return to poolside for more activity. I
was losing interest by now, I had enough bare flesh to last a lifetime. All
I could see in my mind's eye was a totally naked Wolfgang laying on a bed
and looking up at me demanding or desiring, either would suit.

Chatting later we found that the team was in a local hotel sharing rooms
for cheapness. Zoom seemed most put out that he was quartered with the
bear, the Team Manager and not with the boys but I could see why. He'd be
like a fox in a hencoop with a load of early teens. The highlight of the
evening was the diving right at the end and Wolfgang acquited himself well,
he came first in his group and he was bloody good, probably why he won. Ho
ho.

I was a bit surprised that he didn't get dragged off and raped the way he
posed on the board with his youthful mutton straining at his speedos but he
got the best applause of the evening and I suspect it was more for his body
than his performance but who was I to say, I knew sod all about swimming
and even less about diving. One thing I did know and that was I'd be awake
all night thinking about his trim well muscled body in those wet
speedos... just one word: Jeeeeesus !!

The evening ended with Jo driving back to the Studio with the gear and
Anthony and myself travelling back to their hotel with the German
team. Their hotel was a mere fifteen minutes walk from where we were based
in St John's Wood, it was getting better and better.

'It might be easier if we collected you tomorrow and we can have a walk
back down the High Street,' Anthony suggested.

They both readily agreed but I was already on Cloud Nine, I'd rode back in
company with Wolfgang and a young pal of his, Dieter who was sixteen. This
one was also a dish, not a super dish like Wolfy boy but more than
adequate. Out of courtesy they spoke English whilst I was there and I even
offered to give Dieter and Wolfy a tour of the Studio in the week a sort of
solo flight without their guardian Zoom. Dieter was booked for a weekend's
sightseeing but he seemed interested and funnily enough so did Wolfy. I'd
ascertained that they were sharing a room and wondered if they had a thing
going but with strangers who knew, time would tell.

We eventually said good night and I took the chance to corner Wolfy before
we left.

'Well, I'll see you around nine, Wolfy.'

'Yes,' he smiled. 'Do I call you Lorenzo, Loren or Renzo?'

'Not Renzo, that's my baby name.'

'I like it,' he gave me a brilliant smile. 'This posing with Zoom and
myself?'

'Yeah?'

'You and I would be better, Renzo,' he giggled and that was it, he was away
chasing after his friends.

By the time we got back Jo was knee deep in memory cards and computer
work. He told us that he would be sleeping in the studio/bedroom so that we
could have the flat if we wished. We wished, I needed to think and I also
needed to work off the succession of lazy lobs and hardons I'd been
suffering all night. The fact was, I was so excited about the following day
that I wondered how I was going to get through the night. Doubtless Anthony
would help out.

'What do you reckon about those two then?' Anthony asked as we sat in with
Jo watching over his shoulder and sharing a beer. 'I think that Zoom knows
the score... like exactly.'

'I think so too,' Jo observed. 'I just got that feeling he's one of us,' He
glanced at Ant and myself. 'If you know what I mean.'

'What about Wolfy?' I looked at them both.

'Looks to be an innocent although he does like strutting his stuff,' Jo
smiled.

'Perhaps he sees an opportunity and he's grabbing it,' Anthony pleased me
no end with his next remark. 'He seems to like you, Renzo.'

'He called me Renzo as well, he must have heard you.'

'There you go,' Anthony grinned. 'You've got the best boy on the team.'

'And that other kid you were sniffing around?' Jo grinned at
me. '... Dieter wasn't it?'

'Yeah., he's Wolfy's room mate.' I had a momentary vision of myself with
the two German lads rolling around on a bed. Yeah, let's go Euro, I
wouldn't mind a little Deutschmarking.

In the end we went to bed upstairs, the top flat was working well. We tried
to avoid taking pictures or filming up there, the dowstairs was better for
that. This one we kept pretty tidy and it had all the conveniences, the
small bathroom and an even smaller kitchen, you could even access the roof
if you were brave and the sun was hot enough.

'I'm shagged,' Ant sat on the far side of the bed and looked out of the
window into the darkness. 'That Zoom's pretty tasty. Did you pick up on his
modelling chat.'

'Yeah,' I flopped on the bed now down to briefs and nothing else. 'Gotta be
porn.'

'Why?' Ant laughed. 'His body's good enough for muscle stuff...'

'And for porn,' I grinned looking at his smooth back and thinking, was he
up for it or wasn't he?

'You've got a one track mind,' he glanced over his shoulder and seeing me
laying there in my knickers stretched out alongside me. Yeah, randy Anthony
didn't have a lot to say but he was a bit of an action man when he got
going. 'You're like a fine wine, you improve with age.'

'Nicking Jo's lines,' I grinned and grabbed him. That was it, in a second
we were busy disposing of my briefs and his clothing. Brothers in Arms as
you might say. A bit of the kissy kissy and we were into sucky sucky. It
was a tried and tested routine by now, we were both comfortable with each
other and had nothing to prove. In the end he took me and I just lay there
savouring his hardness and heat fill me and then spurt and squirt his hot
cream into my gut. I know incest is supposed to be a bit on the nasty side
but I had no problems with it. My Anthony was good sex and we wouldn't be
having babies that was for sure. When I got around to doing him and
returning the favour I pigged out, I was visualising Wolfy pinned to the
bed by my raging hardon and squealing for mercy, better still squealing for
more but that was all a dream. he could just be a little teaser, time would
tell. Eventually I offloaded into my brotherly lover and we lay sated in
our sweaty funk, great stuff.

We were up bright and early the following day which looked as if it was
going to be a hot one. Jo was clattering about in the kitchen downstairs
which was larger than ours. It wasn't really suitable for any Cordon Bleu
stuff but good enough for tea making and quickies (sandwiches and boiling
eggs I mean, not shagging). Anyway, there was a cafe over the road and the
pub on the corner did lunches and evening meals or worstways we could
always walk around home and pester mum.

'I'll come down with you,' Jo informed us. 'I gotta chat to this Gruber guy
and show him what we have, I'll take the laptop.'

'Is he going to pay you up?' Anthony asked, ever the money man.

'Not a lot,' Jo laughed. 'I only did it to get a foot in the door, Gruber
said his kids were into this fraternising bit big time so I thought you'd
click somewhere.'

'Could be good,' I acknowledged.

'Don't press them on the picture front unless they're interested... just
have a bit of fun. If you get desperate you can always take them up the
Heath for a ramble about.'

'We wont get that desperate,' Anthony laughed. 'I'm pretty sure that Zoom
character is a boy fancier.'

'I think you're right,' Jo admitted. 'Probably keeps his own kids at a
distance but when he saw a couple of English fairies arrive he's jumped in
feet first.'

'Yeah, thanks for that,' Anthony scowled.

'I gotta get some pictures of Wolfy for my scrapbook.' I chipped in. 'He's
so photogenic...'

'And fuckable,' Anthony provided lowering the tone a bit.

'You can feed them both over the road,' Anthony told us which was a
bonus. He ran an account with the pub the other side of the street up on
the corner, he must have paid it up as he seemed to be offering, all the
same it was a good place to take guests. It served up decent cooked lunches
and was smart enough without being over posh.

'Cheers, Boss.' Jo got the Anthony and Lorenzo smile.

We went down to the boy's hotel in Jo's car as he was going over to
Wimbledon after his meeting both to work in peace and to allow us the run
of the Studio. Pretty good move on his part although Anthony had already
told me he'd been putting out feelers on the Zoom front. One thing about Jo
was that he did like his chicken dinners but also liked the more masculine
types and Zoom was that in spades. When we arrived there were enough German
and English kids milling about in the hotel reception to start a
bunfight. Some were going shopping, others doing home visits and I expect
there may even be some thinking of more intimate pursuits. Let's face it,
if you want to suss out a boyfriend a swimming competition is certainly the
place to check out the bodies if nothing else.

Zoom with Wolfgang tailing came over immediately and had a bit of a chat
with Jo and we organised there and then that we'd take them through Kilburn
High Road where they could do a bit of shopping and the we'd do lunch in
the pub and after that the adventure began. I was sure Zoom and Anthony
would get on alright going by the body language and I had a good feeling
about Wolfy as well.

'You are looking very attractive today.' That was his opening remark and I
didn't know whether to put it down to campness or his stilted English.

'So do you,' I replied quietly. 'Very dishy.'

'Dishy.? He wrinkled his face sweetly.

'Tasty, well dressed...'

'Ah... well dressed. Thank you.' He grinned. In fact, he was dressed like
any of the local street kids. What seemed to be a t-shirt with a sleeveless
sweatshirt over that, baggy jeans and scruffy trainers. Pretty average for
Kilburn. It wouldn't be until he opened his mouth that one would realise
that he wasn't one of the local boys. His overlong hair was all over the
place but I think that was his style, I just wanted to run my fingers into
it and draw his lips onto mine. He must have been a mind reader as he
blushed a little, probably my lustful stare didn't help.

We said our goodbyes to Jo and some of the other boys, I'm sure the Dieter
kid gave me a jealous look but I gave him a smile back, I didn't want to
upset him, he was on my hit list. Fortunately it had turned out quite sunny
for early in the year and we seemed to spend forever in the High Street,
both Zoom and Wolfy were head over heels in the tat shops both favouring
t-shirts with offensive logos on them... kids. To be perfectly honest the
morning did drag a bit but in the end we made it to the pub and our guests
were suitably impressed. We sat out in their little Beer Garden out the
back and had a nice lunch and I actually tried a bit of the classroom
kneesies under the table with my little lust.

I nearly went through the floor when I gave him a little knee press under
the table, he just kept stuffing his face and pressed back real hard. I
didn't know if he was for real or not but I tried again and this time he
pressed back and sensually rubbed his jeans up against mine. I glanced at
him and he gave me a sly look and a faint smile. I think we were in
business. Now all I had to do was get rid of Zoom and the Antman.

I really had no idea how we were going to handle ourselves at the Studio,
Anthony was in change after all. I was just pretty sure that we would have
no problem getting the lads posing but getting them naked and going any
further was upto the Gods. Mind you, I had that feeling and the feeling was
pretty strong, Wolfy was up for a laugh and from the way Ant and the
Zoomster kept looking at each other I think it was only a matter of time
and opportunity. In the end Anthony signed the chit for the manager and we
were on our way. If anything it was hotter than when we started out from
their hotel so getting them to strip would be a damn sight easier than if
if was raining or blowing a gale.

Both our German guests were or seemed to be quite impresed when we took
them into our ground floor office and reception. I must say we had it
tarted up pretty well. Polished floor, a carpeted area for the few
customers we got in and a selection of our more respectable prints framed
and on the wall. These were the marriage parties, the babies and the family
pets... no nude boys although I was determined that we'd get some decent
ones of the Scouts and swimmers up sooner rather than later. The setup with
the Studio was a sort of slippery slope in reverse. reception on the ground
floor, a posh posing area on the first floor with a more intimate posing
area out the back, that was a bedroom with a small kitchen and bathroom. On
the top we had the flat proper now that Jo had finished his alterations and
that also had a bedroom, a tiny lounge and a small kitchen and bathroom in
addition to what was on the first floor. As I said a slippery slope in
reverse and after a brief chat in the reception area we took them upto the
posing lounge as Jo called it. Anthony has his head screwed on right as he
immediately flashed up the computer and started to show them their own
pictures from the swim meet of the previous day.

'Wolf is a showoff,' Zoom grinned pointing at a good one of my boy in all
his glory. Zoom pointed out Wolfy's rather obvious charms clearly outlined
in his wet speedos.

'I can't help it,' Wolf laughed and glanced at me. 'Diving is my passion, I
get aroused.'

'There are better things to get aroused at,' Zoom laughed.

'What gets you going. Zoom?' Anthony clocked through the pictures adjusting
his chair so that we could all see the screen.

'Well...' Zoom seemed to think for a moment and I knew something was
coming. 'When I posed in Berlin I seemed to keep getting hard and more so
in the naked shots, I seem to find getting naked and someone with a camera
a bit of a turn on.'

'Must have been a bit embarassing doing muscle stuff and getting a stiffy,'
I commented.

'It wasn't all muscle stuff as you put it,' Zoom grinned.

'We'd like to do some with you and Wolf,' Anthony said at last.

'That's why we wore our costumes,' Zoom looked at Wolf. 'Some nice doubles,
some for your collection and some for us to take home but first perhaps we
can get some idea of what you want from your library,' he said pointedly. I
looked at Anthony, the ball was in his court as they say. I draped my arm
around Wolf's shoulders as we stood there. Well, someone had to make the
first move. He stiffened for a moment and then relaxed flashing me a quick
smile. Jesus, I wanted so much to roll on a bed with him and bugger the
pictures but we had to go through the process.

Anthony flashed up a collection of the milder nudes and thankfully we had
the real 'action' shots well hidded away. All the same both Zoom and Wolf
seemed very interested in our collection of Scouts and friends and even the
older boys that Jo specialised in, the seventeens and eighteens.

'They are very bold,' Zoom commented. 'I suppose you keep the more friendly
stuff secreted away.'

'More friendly?' Anthony tried to look dumb.

Zoom just laughed and Wolfy grinned.

'Come on let's see some Kraut skin,' I grabbed a camera and started to sort
out a bit of extra lighting.

'Such a peasant,' Anthony tried to excuse me but the Germans didn't seem to
mind, they probably called us Beefeaters or English poofs or even something
more offensive when we weren't around.

In the end and after a lot of shuffling around we got them down to their
swimmers, Wolfy still had his team speedos on whereas Zoom had a pair of
white ones on and boy, did he have a good body. I could see Anthony oggling
the bigger youth and almost drooling. Zoom was a scaled up Wolfy and must
have done some weights, he was everything these American writers go on
about, abs, pecs, lats, bulging biceps, the whole nine yards and a package
that drew one's eyes like a magnet. I saw Wolfy peeping until I gave him a
little frown and he gave a rather girly giggle. They did the regular stuff
on the backing paper, one behind the other, the hands on hips all the usual
crap and I could see that they were getting bored. Fortunately, Zoom solved
the problem.

'Loren and Wolfgang should do some, they are similar in size.' He looked at
Anthony and grinned. 'Anyway, if we have to flash our flesh for you there
should be some reciprocation.'

It took Anthony a few minutes to sort that one out but he got there in the
end.

'I haven't got a costume here,' I objected half heartedly.

'No matter,' Anthony brushed the excuse aside. 'You look good in your
briefs.'  Well, thanks for that, bro. I quickly shed my gear, at least I
got to press some bare flesh against my Wolfy boi. OK, so I had an audience
but not for long I fancied. We had two useable bedrooms and we were getting
there, it was taking time but we had all day.

Thankfully I wasn't fully hard but I had a lazy lob on and this was no
worse that my fellow posers. Zoom was nearly at fully hard and Wolfy was at
his normal clearly visible erection stage. I quickly padded over and stood
slightly to his rear but Zoom seemed to have taken over.

'Stand side by side,' he ordered and my brother just followed his lead and
started to click.

Back to back - facing each other, hands on hips - Wolf to the read - Loren
to the rear... the instructions came thick and fast. This Zoom seemed to
know exactly what was going on and what a good shot looked like. The
trouble I was getting harder and harder and when I had to sort of snuggle
upto Wolfy's back and peer over his shoulder I lost it. I placed my hands
on his smooth well muscled belly and extended my fingers down to the
waistband of his speedos. I pressed my stiffness up against his soft bottom
and felt him tighten up. 'Go on,' he rasped and pushed back onto me. I
slipped my fingers into the top of his costume and felt his crispy pubics.

'Enough,' Zoom exclaimed and he and then Anthony stood.

'You can continue in the back room, do some private stuff,' Anthony had the
grace to look bashful. 'I'm going to do some arty stuff with Zoom
upstairs.'

'I bet,' I whipped my hands free but it was a bit late to be sarcastic,
they'd fled and left myself and Wolf alone.

'Our posing bedroom, he means,' I explained pulling Wolfy back onto me
again. We stood there swaying for a moment with me grinding my hardness
into his tight bottom for a moment.  'Come on, I'll show you.'

'Yeah,' he giggled and we too abandoned the backing paper and the
camera. Work was done for the day, it was time to get to know each other a
bit better. As soon as we went in Wolfy surveyed the bed and grabbing my
hand fell down taking me with him. Of course I fought him off... like
hell. We embraced as if it was the most normal thing in the world, his arms
went around me and his hands slipped into the back of my loose briefs
clasping my buns. I just stroked his wonderfully firm and wriggling body
pressing my meat against his feeling the hardnesses mash together as we
rolled around each seeking some advantage. The end or the beginning as it
always is was my lips meeting his and we shared our first innocent kiss
which degenerated into tongue tangling and spit swopping. 'I want to see
you naked,' he groaned and started to get rid of my briefs.

'Ditto,' I groaned and got my hands into the back of his speedos feeling
his smooth applelike buttocks as they clenched and relaxed in my hands. I
so wanted to take this kid and I wanted him to use me too. By feel alone I
knew he was bigger than me but I didn't care, he was beautiful, his scruffy
hair was all over the place and his hazel eyes gleamed as he dragged me
down for another kiss but this time his hand encircled my hot flesh and he
slowly moved it to and fro as his tongue sought mine.

In the end we got totally naked and I just pigged out on his body, I must
have kissed every inch of his smooth skin and finished taking his hot and
very solid meat into my mouth. He was bigger than me, probably a five
incher which looked huge on his compact body and it was fat not as flabby
fat but it was a man muscle on a boy's body and it was glorious. I toyed
with his tight scrotum as I sucked his distended glans until it was slick
and slippery and I could taste the tartness of his oozing. In the process
he reversed himself on the bed and his hot mouth came down on me taking my
slender shaft into his mouth and he gave me the mother of all blows. He'd
had practice of that there was no doubt but I didn't care as I slipped in
and out of his mouth pumping my hips into his hotly wet suction. I slipped
my fingers between his tight cheeks and entered his little ring easily with
one finger probing and relaxing his tight little muscle.

'Wait, wait,' he fought himself free and cuddled me back to calmness. 'Too
fast,' he grinned as we lay there in each other's embrace trading light
kisses.

'My Dieter fancies you,' he looked sideways and gave a little smile. 'My
room mate.'

'I thought he was jealous.'

'He probably was,' he grinned. 'You should stay overnight, we share a
room.'

'I know,' I looked at him. 'Dieter and yourself are close?'

'Very,' he idly stroked my hardness which was on the very of popping. 'Do
you want to do it, do me, I mean?'

'Badly,' I admitted and tried to roll him onto his side but he was wise to
that one.

'I do you as well.'

'Thought you'd never ask,' I grinned.

'And you come down tonight and sleepover with Dieter and myself?'

'You must be close,' I grasped his hot cock and started to move it to and
fro again. 'Brotherly love?'

'That's because we are brothers,' he laughed. 'We share the same parents.'

I thought that was pretty obvious but perhaps something got lost in
translation. Things were going from better to even better. It looked like
we might be doing things this afternoon and I was on a promise for
tonight. I idly wondered how they were getting on upstairs and promptly
forgot about them as Wolfy's lithe and hard muscled body was on me. God,
that kid was strong, he had me on my back with my legs in the air before I
knew what had hit me, this was a near rape and I was enjoying every minute
of it.

'You haven't got it in you,' I mocked and playfully fought him off. He just
grinned down at me as he knelt there with his solid cock jutting from it's
tight nest of curly brown pubics.

'Wanna bet,' he snarled in a passable American accent and then his head
came down and his lips met mine in a crushing kiss. I stroked his fim body
and I could feel the muscles in his back tight and hard as I felt his glans
slick with precum smear at my pucker. He wasn't messing around this German
kid, he was going for it then and there. So much for the wanks, the sixty
niners and all the rest of it I was so used to, Wolfy was a fucker in the
nicest possible way. A bit short on foreplay but it'd be a dull ol' world
if we were all the same.

I felt his swollen knob contact my ring and then the pressure. He was too
big and after a brief moments pain I struggled free. 'Use some lube,
Dimbo,' I snarled.

'Dimbo?' He managed to look puzzled and frustrated at the same time until I
grabbed the ever ready KY from under the pillow and then he smiled.
'Sorry,' he rearranged me again and this time generously daubed the stuff
on his straining penis and also fingered my pucker. I felt his finger
inside me coating and easing and then he was back.

'Easy,' I croaked and prepared myself again.

This time it was better, the same pressure but I felt him open me up, it
was still painful but once my opening had adjusted to his thick boy cock I
was alright. I must have groaned as he started to move and as his eager
lips came onto mine, I felt his muscular upper thighs press against me and
I relaxed a little and held his narrow hips as he slid inside me. As he
lowered himself onto me I stroked his back feeling his toughness under the
silk of his skin and he was going faster. At last his crisp pubics were
mashed against my flesh, his fat juicy cock was buried deep inside me and
it was rock and roll time.

I think he and his brother Dieter must have a little more than a normal
brotherly relationship a little like myself and Anthony as he was gentle
and loving, so he'd been practicing somewhere.  Once he felt himself in he
slowly fucked and every time he clearly felt his juices rising he slowed
again. I was a mess of frustrated and wriggling boy flesh at the end of it
and begging him to finish me off. It had to be a good cum, he was built
like a jack rabbit down to the muscular hind quarters and he rammed into me
like one as well. God knows how much boy sex he'd had but it was somewhere
between stacks and lots, he was excellent.

'I gotta go for it,' he gasped almost regretfully.

'Please,' I moaned. My arse was on fire, all I wanted to do was soak my
tenderised rump in some cool water... after shagging him something rotten
that was.

'Renzo, Renzo, Renzo... ahhhhh.' He gave a shuddering wail as his fat cock
jerked within me and then he seemed to spurt one long steady stream of boy
spunk deep inside me. I was used to the jerking and the throbbing but this
was something different, it was if someone had turned a spigot on. Golly
gosh.... talk about a cum, it was a bloody happening. I squirmed as he dug
in hard and this extraordinary squirt flooded me and I felt it ooze from my
hole and then he collapsed onto my belly still lazily moving to and
fro. 'That was good,' he gasped.

'Good,' I replied slightly at a loss for words. I could feel his sturdy
lump inside me and his cum ozzing. Talk about shagged, I was absolutely
fucked to get a bit crude about it. The monster must have given me
babies. I did the buttock clenching bit to try and expel him but he was
firmly lodged in me and started to move again. He raised himself and my
legs which had been on his back slipped down onto his waist and he was off
again. He was probably like every one of our own boys of over fifteen, sick
of seeing the Graf Spee and Bismark on TV and he wanted some
revenge... suited me. I looked up at him and smiled, could he, couldn't he?

He bared his teeth... he was going for it. His scruffy hair flew about all
over the place and sweat dropped on me as the poor mite must have verged on
heart attach but he managed a mini squirt and it was all over. Talk about
messy, this was one for a bucket and mop.

'Mein Gott,' he slid free and promptly clutched me like a big teddy bear. I
was surprised, it was the first German he'd spoken since we'd met.

'You are a German,' I ruffled his thick hair. 'I thought you were a con
man.'

'Con man?' He looked puzzled and I decided perhaps his slang might be a bit
behind his grammar, having said that his English was better than some of
the local lads especially the sooties. 'You were nice,' he complimented me.

'You cum buckets,' I showed my usual charm. 'Like a hosepipe.'

'Because I don't masturbate all the time... not like Deet.'

'Deet?'

'My older brother, Dieter.'

'A bit of a wanker is he,' I laughed.

'Very much so,' Wolfy giggled. 'Does the intercourse as well
though... fucks, isn't it.'

'It is. Can I ask you a personal question?'

'Go on,' he looked at me cautiously.

'Do you and he ever...'

'Ja,' he laughed. 'Don't you and your brother do the same.'

'Yeah,' I admitted.

'That is good, perhaps we can arrange a meeting before we have to go
back... I would like that.'

'So would I and I'm sure Anthony would as well.'

'Mmmm, he is nice, your Anthony.'

'Yeah, yeah, enough's enough,' I laughed and mounted him. You know, by
mounting I meant I lay on top of him and fed my reawakened erection between
his legs. He quite happily opened his thighs for me and then clamped. God,
he could squash melons with those swimmer's muscles of his. I kissed him
gently and moved up and down a little getting a feel for his wonderful body
and his fingers dug into my buns pulling me in and then his legs parted and
slipped up my sides, it was time for me to prove myself which shouldn't be
to hard (ho, ho), I was as stiff as a sexed up thirteen year old can be and
that's plenty stiff I can tell you.

'Slowly,' he muttered as he raised his knees to his chest and exposed his
pucker shining and gleaming with sweat. I used the minimum of KY on my knob
as I was weeping the usual and swiped it across his yielding
ring. 'Gently,' he sighed as I located and very slowly pushed. He sighed as
he opened up and I felt my penis sink into his heat and his tightness. I
was expecting him to be like a virgin I suppose but his body accepted me
and as soon as I was lodged in him I started to go. I couldn't wait and he
grinned up at me as I worked my way in although he held my hips so that I
wouldn't go potty. As I finally sunk my full length in him and my soft
pubics, much softer than his by the way, nudged up under his heavy balls he
clasped me tightly and I felt his muscular legs crush me in even tighter.

'I can't breath,' I gasped.

'Just do it,' his legs relaxed and I started. He was good, he clamped every
time I thrust in and relaxed a little as I slipped out and he seemed to
enjoy it... so much for little Mr Butch. I kept it going as long as I could
but he was too nice and I was so hot for him I came almost before I knew
it. It was a good three squirter and there was loads of it. I kissed him
messily as I worked my hardness in and out of his well creamed tunnel, now
we were both shagged. 'A bit quick, Renzo, my man,' he gave me his wide
mouthed smile. 'It will last longer next time.'

'I hope so,' I cuddled his sweaty body catching the chance to stroke his
firm flesh and outline his muscles with my fingers, he played with me
flexing this and flexing that like a baby Charles Atlas if you remember the
old pictures of him that still appear from time to time. His penis was the
crowning glory though, as I played with the sticky lump it filled out again
and it was fatter or broader if you like than Ant's, not quite as long but
it had the volume. A good comparison is that it was sturdy like a Coke can
and not shapely like a Cole bottle... OK, a bit of a naff description but
there you go. It solidified in my hand and as I worked it to and fro the
foreskin slid clear of his dark red glans and there it was again, fully
formed and at full stretch.

I would like you to meet Deet properly later on,' he gazed at the ceiling.

'Properly?'

'You know,' he grinned broadly. 'Just the three of us.'

'I was thinking about Anthony...'

'Think about number one, that is what you English always say, isn't it,' he
grinned. 'Perhaps Anthony and yourself might like to ask Dieter and myself
up for a visit in the week, two sets of brothers.'

He was right and reading between the lines I was being invited to a
threesome, the foursome to follow and yet there was no mention of Zoom
still upstairs with my brother. As if cued in I heard a clatter upstairs
and then the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs... it was Anthony.

As he came into the room we both stared at him having hurriedly covered
ourselves with the bedcover.

'Hi, guys,' he grinned and sat on the bed. 'Having fun?'

'Yeah. You?'

'Poor ol' Zoom's worn out,' he laughed. 'He has to take some of the older
boys to a theatre and a drink later tonight but he's after one of the
eighteens anyway.'

'Karel,' Wolfy laughed. 'He's in love. He doesn't know that Karel has done
things with Deet already.'

'You should tell him, make life a bit easier.'

'Too easy,' Wolfy laughed and looked at Anthony. 'What say you Anthony?'

'Quite agree,' Anthony stretched out on the bed alongside us, alongside
Wolf in fact.

'Yummy, two brothers,' Wolfy cackled with enjoyment and reaching out
grasped my semi hard penis and the front of Ant's trousers.

''We need to fix up for Wolfy and Dieter to visit for a get together one
day this week,' I informed Anthony. After explaining who Dieter was and
what Wolf and I had in mind he readily agreed. That was an understatement,
he was dead keen to put it into a nutshell. I knew he fancied the Wolfman
and from what I'd seen of Dieter we'd do a good foursome. Maybe straight
partners then swop around, something dead pervy but first of all I had to
organise myself the threesome.

Funnily enough Zoom came to the rescue. He came dowstairs ten minutes after
Anthony and in the course of chitchat invited Anthony to attend the theatre
party and the drinks afterwards. Transport was laid on and it was a freebie
so Anthony was in like a rocket. I think Zoom might have been thinking of
using Anthony as bait so they should have a pretty interesting evening. The
point was it left me clear for the night.

At the end of it they decided to use the small shower room upstairs and
Wolf and myself used the one on our floor.

'I expect Anthony will be invited to stay overnight if they get back late,'
Wolfy remarked as he soaped my back.

'Sleep in with Zoom and your hairy manager.'

'I wouldn't think so, I suspect Zoom has something planned,' he laughed and
I felt his hard weapon slide against my flanks. 'You want?' Wolfy
whispered.

'Pig.'

'Ja,' he giggled and I felt his fat mass slip between my cheeks and his
soapy glans nudge at my ring. I relaxed and pushed back as he pushed
forward and I experienced him enter me for the third time that
afternoon. This time it was easy and I moaned with pleasure as I felt his
firm spike open me up and fill my gut. By God, this kid was good, I
couldn't wait for Deetski, if he was half as good he'd be above average and
maybe having sex with both of them... wow.

'You are lovely,' Wolfy murmured as he slid in and out holding me tightly
into himself with one hand on my slippery belly and the other just
squeezing and fondling my own hardness. If we timed this right we'd do the
famous double header, the one Anthony and I try for all the time. It's so
good if you can synchronise your cums, true love, aaaah!

By the time we'd done we had visitors. I could hear the other two in the
bedroom but this didn't slow down Wolfy at all and as he was unconcerned so
was I. I just pushed back onto his soapy thrusts as he shagged and took
over my own wank and it was a double Gold Medal for sex. As he groaned and
did his extraordinary cum yet again I splattered and splashed my offering
up against the tiles and we stood there well and truly finished under the
shower's spray.

'Hurry up... you can't shag all day,' Anthony called out and I heard Zoom
laugh.

We wrapped towels around our waists and left the small bathroom, I should
have sensed something was wrong as Wolfy stopped dead and I shunted into
his damp body.

'What?' I looked over his shoulder and saw that Anthony and Zoom were
spread out on the bed and they too just had towels on, the pair had further
fuckery on their tiny minds.

'Zoom could be busy for the rest of the trip,' Anthony smirked, 'And if he
does have any free time he wants to spend it with me... but.'

'But?' Wolfy asked with the hint of a laugh in his voice.

'But... we still have around four hours before our theatre trip,' Zoom
flashed his teeth at me like a big bad wolf.

'I'd better get upstairs then,' I put a brave face on it. I didn't really
mind, once you've been fucked three times once more doesn't really matter
and he was quite tasty. All the muscles of Wolfy but big with it. Then
again he couldn't have been all that much of a challenge, Anthony seemed to
have suffered no ill effects, in fact, he was busy oggling Wolfy who was
about to get payback for his little adventure in the shower. That'd teach
him to rape me... well, sorta.

Zoom leapt off the bed and grabbed me like one of those barbarian types in
a plunder and rape scenario. I squealed as he slung me over his broad
shoulders and shot off up the stairs. I heard Wolfy and Anthony giggle away
as they started to get into it but I was too busy stroking Zoom's smooth
back as he held me firnly by the legs and carted me off for another couple
of hours of buggery and hopefully, buggering.

He tossed me onto the bed and he was on me, we'd lost our towels on the
stairs so there was no problem there. Much to my surprise he started to
kiss and nuzzle me all over, quite sweet really and when he took me into
his mouth I just moved around on the bed and grasped his swinging
erection. He wasn't as fat in the hand as Wolfy but it was longer and
tasted just great. Kraut sausage seems to have a taste all of it's
own. Summed up in one of their words: Wunderbar!

He licked and sucked like a loony but he worked his way from my nutsac
beween my legs and onto my pucker as I sucked him like a big lollipop.

'It looks tender,' he remarked between slobbers and I flinched as I felt
his pointy tongue probe dead centre and he spread my cheeks with his hand.

'It's OK,' I groaned and held his head spreading my legs apart as far as I
could to allow his slippery tongue to probe and coat me with saliva. I
suppose I should be ashamed but I was looking forward to it, four in one
afternoon was a bit of a record for me and be honest, I was a bloody slut
so there. I could taste the precum oozing from his pee slit so he must have
settled for a one off with Anthony but then again I expect they'd be
getting together more than once in the week. I knew my big brother and he
was smitten with the big German youth or young man as he was really. I'd
thought he was around eighteen but Wolfy had said that he thought Zoom was
probably twenty or twenty one and he was more than likely right.

'Young Wolf looked after you?' Zoom asked.

'Three times,' I boasted.

'He has a fat cock that boy, too young for me though,' Zoom chuckled he is
only fifteen.

'Is he?' I knew that but it was nice for Zoom to remind me. Strange that
Wolf was too old at fifteen but I was OK at thirteen, perhaps he didn't
believe in fouling his own nest. 'How old is Deet?'

'Sixteen,' Zoom grinned and moved from my slippery hole back onto my sore
hardness. 'I think they are doing naughty things together.'

'Mmmm...' I went down on him again. As they say: No comment. I knew
perfectly well they were doing, they were doing what brothers do best but
if they wanted Zoom and the others to know they'd let them know. Everyone
knew that Anthony and myself made love now and then but nobody talked about
it, it was the best kept open secret in our little firm and to cap it all
off, we weren't the only brothers we knew who had sex with each
other. Anyway, enough of that, back to my man Zoom. Christ, he looked an
evil thug but he was as nice and gentle as you could wish for. We moved
around on the bed and I released his slippery penis as he climbed up my
back and I felt his engorged glans slip between my cheeks, he was guiding
it in with belly muscles. I flinched as it pressed against my pucker but
with care and some tenderness he slowly entered me and it was no big deal
after Wolfy's fat boy cock. 'Aaaaaah...' I went limp as I felt his solid
six incher slide in and begin to fill my gut. He crushed me into his arms
and started to move to and fro gaining an inch at every thrust.

He gave a sigh of satisfaction as he rooted deeply in me and I felt his
curly pubes crush against my bottom and his hot breath on my neck. I could
swear that I felt his heartbeat against my shoulderblades as he glued
himself in me making gentle movements reaching every corner of my belly
with his hot meat. I clamped on it and heard him moan his satisfaction
again. 'You are so good,' he whispered and rolled onto his back so that I
was laid on him with his hot maleness spreading my ring to it's fullest
extent and then he started to fuck upwards into me and I just lay there as
limp as a rag doll. A good job I was a lightweight as he held my skinny
hips and bounced me up and down as he penetrated me time and time again.

I felt my poor old ring would never be the same again but I say that every
time... it always recovers, thank Christ.

As I slid or rather bounced up and down on his slick shaft sliding in and
out of my gut I thought what fine pictures we'd make especially if someone
took closeups. My pucker stretched to the limit and his greasy pole
slipping in and out... a thought for the future that one but he was on the
move. We went onto our sides and he didn't pause just kept up his regular
in and out rythm. The next move was that I was on my belly and he was
tugging on my hips pulling me up into a crouching position. It was then he
started to go, we were in the 'basic doggy' I suppose you'd call it and he
grasped my hips and hammered away like hell. When I say hammered I mean it,
my teeth were clicking as he rammed and thrust his way to a climax. I
pushed back hard but it didn't deter him and in the end he came in searing
blasts that almost made me pass out. If he'd done the same for Anthony I
could see why my brother was coming back for more. My own erection was
jerking and swinging but as I tried to wank off for relief he stopped me.

'Don't waste it,' he grunted as he climaxed shooting jet after jet of his
hot juice up into my tunnel. God, it was messy, I could feel him slip and
slide as he spent his final mini spurts and then lay on my sweaty back as
we subsided onto the bed. 'Nice one.' I don't know if he was praising
himself or me but I didn't care, my arse was on fire and I was as hard as a
chocolate frog. 'Roll over,' he grunted and slipped free in a gush of
spunk.

I flopped onto my back like a dead man and he was down on me in a
flash. Thank God, he was going for a blow, I just hadn't got the strength
to ride him... I was like a little boy, all tuckered out. Christ I was
nearly dead. I just lay there and savoured the feel of his hot mouth on me
and his slippery tongue playing games with my aching cock. My balls were as
tight as a drum and it didn't take long. It wasn't the best cum of my young
life but he seemed happy as I gave him a couple of squirts and played with
his short military type haircut.

'English boy spunk tastes nice,' he grinned up my belly letting my depleted
noodle slip from his mouth.

'Goody.' I'd had enough. I'd like to have just soaked in a bath and gone to
bed either on my own or with someone small, someone to cuddle. Wolfy would
be first choice but he was a sex maniac, he'd be up me again. Maybe someone
who hadn't got such a sex drive, Sean Brady would be my first choice or
maybe that Peter's mate, little Willy. As I lay there being comforted by
the thuggish Zoom and swopping the occasional kiss I made the resolution,
as soon as the German boys returned, little Willy was a target, he had a
nice plump little bum and from all accounts he spread it around a
bit... sounded good. Of course, I still had my regular bf, Florian the
Beautiful but he was busy doing work for Caufield and probably spreading
his assets around with the posh boys. Never mind we always came together in
times of drought, boy drought that was. Of course, I'd never really go
short, I could hop in with Anthony at any time, we seemed to use each other
as a kiddy's comfort blankets... which was nice.

'Time to make a move,' Zoom smiled at me. 'Thank you.'

'Thank you too, kind sir,' I did my litle campy bit. Zoom had used me and
paid me off with a little suck. That was OK, the way of the world you might
say. He was of no great consequence, here today and gone tomorrow. 'I'd
better get cleaned up.'

We met up in the downstairs bedroom but this time we were all clothed, it
was time to walk down the road to the German's hotel. Anthony and I were
free, at least we'd cleared things with mum and dad so we weren't expected
to return to the nest. Situation normal, all we had to do was to make sure
we fed ourselves. By the time we'd walked back it was early evening, around
six and the Germans were drifting in from shopping, sightseeing, some
accompanied by English pals from the fraternisation parties. I wondered how
many had been tucked away in bedrooms cementing Anglo-German relations,
more than a couple I expect, once you see a kid wet and in his speedos
there's an urge to see the package as nature intended. (bit of a pun
there).

I'd certainly seen and experience Wolfy and I was keen for more of the
same. I think it was his face as much as his body and bits, he had a cheery
round face like a chipmunk (or something), Jo would call him an urchin type
or 'gamin' if he was in one of his arty moods.

'Deet is looking sulky,' he whispered as we milled around in the reception
watching the theatre party get themselves sorted out. The Germans were
under a brief to speak English as much as possible but some were totally
lost, others were good and people like Wolfy and Zoom were perfect. The
kicker was that when the English boys went to Berlin they had to use German
all the time so they needed to do some studying by the Autumn. The good
thing was that everyone seemed to be getting on with everyone else and that
was the main thing... the object of the exercise you might say but Dieter
did not look a happy bunny.

'Come on,' Wolf tugged my arm and dragged me over to his older brother. Now
Deet was nothing like Wolf in appearance, he was taller for one thing and
although shapely as I'd noticed at the swim didn't have the muscles and
definition of Wolf. Facially he was average or I suppose at he would be
when the half frown was banished. At least he mustered a smile as Wolf
introduced me and we shook hands which was a weird continental habit they
seemed to have. I always thought shaking hands was a Brit thing but these
kids did it when they met up for meals for God's sake. English kids just
hover around like bumble bees and grunt when they get introduced, a certain
lack of charm there I fancy.

'You had a gut afternnoon, ja?' Dieter looked vaguely interested.

'Yes, we had a good afternoon,' Wolf spoke like a nursery school
teacher. 'Good not gut, yes not ya.'

'Whatever,' Deiter flapped his hand and grinned at me. Well, he had one
English word right. 'What are you doing this night?'

'Evening,' Wolf corrected him again. I just looked neutral waiting Deiter
to lose it. I know Anthony soon gets the hump if I keep picking him up or
correcting him.

'Night,' Dieter insisted. 'You are not... sleeping over,' he strugged with
the phrase.

'Not unless you keep me company,' Wolfy dropped his voice. 'I was thinking
about asking Renzo to stay the night but that would be upto you.'

'I would like that,' Dieter suddenly smiled. 'But I don't think the hotel
would allow.'

'My Studio would,' I looked at Wolfy and grinned. 'The thought of a
threesome sounded pretty good, Dieter was looking more attractive as I
casually studied him. I love shows anyway, I could watch these two doing
each other and then get in on the act, it sounded fun.'

'What are Zoom and Anthony doing?' Wolfy asked.

'Who cares, tell whoever you have to that you've been invited out for the
night.'

Wolf and Deiter exchanged glances and they both smiled. Yeah, the master
plan was swinging into action, these two wanted their freedom for one night
at least and they'd just seen the door opening.

'Du tun es,' Wolfy ordered Deiter like a real little bossy boots and off
Deiter went.

'What....' I started.

'Deiter is fixing,' Wolfy smiled. 'He likes you.'

'Gut,' I grinned.

'You're learning but you'll have to do better than that if you visit with
the Swimnming Team.'

'We'll visit with Jo, then we won't have to learn German,' I laughed.

Deiter returned with abroad smile on his face. 'Zoom and Anthoy say that we
can use the flat in the Studio on once condition.'

'What is that?' Wolfy asked suspiciously.

'That they use our room,' Deiter smiled. 'I've given them the keycard so we
can go.'

'And eat,' I got my little bit into the conversation.

'And eat,' the German brothers agreed. We lingered just a little just to
show willing and I got to see that Zoom and Anthony were busy chatting
another ash blonde, very good looking I might say and I suspected that this
may have been the Karel that they'd been on about. This kid was big enough
to give Zoom a run for his money and leave Anthony in dire straights to put
it mildly. My big butch brother would be putty in their hands but he didn't
seem too worried. He chatted away with a big smirk on his face like the cat
who nicked the canary. Anyway, I had my two boys and after farewells we
were off up the High Street again only this time looking for a Pizza
Parlour, there was nothing quite like being original.

We sat in the front of the place looking out at the passing shoppers and
both boys seemed to enjoy themselves just watching the endless array of
scantily clad youth and young girls passing by. One thing you can say about
England is that as soon as there is a hint of sun everyone over
reacts. Holes in the ozone layer, skin cancer... bah, humbug. I suppose it
ties in with other national characteristics, a shining example being a half
an inch of snow brings the country to a standstill and don't forget the
rail companies are still trying to conquer the wet leaves on the line
syndrome over the autumn. Anyway, enough of that, we sat stuffing our faces
and eventually wandered off up the street my friendly Krauts window
shopping all the while.

It was quieter as we ambled down Boundary Road, I'd lived down the back on
one of the small estates all of my life and never found out why Boundary
Road was named so. At school they'd said it was the Boundary between St
John's Wood and Maida Vale but if you looked at maps that didn't make
sense. Of course Wolf and Dieter had picked up on the name and it was
questions all the way. I gave them the school version and they seemed happy
enough, I told them Hampstead Heath was about a mile up the road and they
screwed a promise out of me to go up later in the week. I was happy with
that one, with a bit of luck I could rope in Florian and Sean, a couple of
cuddly dolls for them to play with especially in the section that turned a
blind eye to nude sunbathing.

I ushered them into the Studio and found a note from Jo saying that he was
tied up with the German swim team for a few days and wondered what exactly
he was upto but the main thing was he was out of the way, so was Anthony
and I had these two to myself. The first thing on the agenda was to get
them upstairs and let them romp through the computer, we could study the
Wolf and Zoom poses, they might give Dieter some ideas if he needed
them. From his body language I don't think it would need too much to get
him going.

After taking them upstairs and supplying them with cold drinks I flashed up
the computer and let Wolfy do the business as he seemed to know what he was
doing. He couldn't access more than the mildest of porn, the naturalistic
stiffies you might say. Even so that was what he made a beeline for and
soon he and the Deet boy were giggling like a pair of little girls. I noted
that the English had slipped into the excitement and they were gabbling
away merrily in German. When Wolf eventually went onto our poses of earlier
on Deiter was almost glued to the monitor and I suspected that he hadn't
seen Zoom naked before.

'You are nice,' he glanced at me as I sat on a chair conveniently shoved
between them.

'Thank you.' Well, what could I say. As an opening romantic broadside it
lacked a certain something.

'Nice...' Wolfy grinned. 'He's beautiful... and does it well.'

Jeez, I felt myself blush. Talk about bold.

'Ach, so,' Dieter looked at me again. 'Perhaps you would like to take some
pictures of me, maybe Wolfgang and myself.'

'Great.' I grinned like a loon. Just what I was waiting for. God, they
didn't waste any time, they were down to their skimpies in nano secods. No
swimmers this time, it was plain briefs, Dieter in white and Wolfy in
red. Needless to say after the viewing they were both showing respectable
joints and I was glad to see that the rather unmuscular Dieter was as well
developed as his brother although not as bulky in the girth
department. 'Why don't we go next dorr and you can do some disrobing on the
bed, some private stuff, something for mine and Ant's collection.

They took time working that one and agreed although Wolf like a good little
tradesman insisted I did some with Deet after. That made sense, he was
breaking the ice in is own fashion and that pleased me no end. I'd get to
stroke and caress the Deetski who was looking more attractive by the
minute.

I got them on the bed and no shrinking violets these two. They were naked
after a preliminary tussle and a bit of knicker ripping, I did think that
Deet was going to take Wolfy in the Biblical sense at one stage but they
calmed down and Wolfy finally slid from the bed.

'Schriftsatz,' he looked at me with a big grin.

'What?'

'Get 'em off,' Deiter rolled about on the bed with his erection flopping up
and down, he grabbed it and stroked it sensually running his foreskin up
and over his shiny glans. 'Please,' he added contritely.

'Get 'em off isn't very Germanic,' I laughed but sat to remove my trainers
and socks. After that it was plain sailing, I stripped off apart from my
briefs but once I got into a tussle with Dieter they were gone as well. We
did the bump and grind for a while but Deiter surprised me and went down
and I felt his hot mouth encompass me and his wet suction began. I was
about to return the favour (as one does) but Wolfy had put the camera down
and he joined us. The first thing he did was to shove his hardness against
my lips and I took him in. What else could I do... I was a sex slave for a
tribe of Huns or that was the way my tiny mind was working. Deet was
slobbering away as I played with his tight balls and his hardon, Wolfy just
slipped his fat cock in and out stretching the corners of my mouth. They
were going to fuck me, I could see it coming a mile off and I played along,
I'd get my share and top of my shopping list was Dieter's soft bottom
follwed by Wolfy's tight little arse. All I hoped was that my strength held
out, we'd had a pretty busy day of it so far.

I felm myself being maneuvered onto my back although Wolfy's knees were
across my chest face fucking me and I could still feel Dieter sucking and
slurping away but there was a change in rythm. I felt Deet leave my hardon
and his mouth was on my balls which were as tight as a couple of little
nutmegs by the way. Another move and I felt my legs go up and down and then
get safely secured by Wolf's arms, I was nearly bent double. 'You alright?'
He asked. Nice of him to ask but I knew what came next.

Deets hot and slippery tongue attacked my rear end and I wriggled and
nearly choked on Wolf's fat cock but I kept going. I was about to sample
Deet meat, which has a certain poetic flavour I suppose. Sure enough I felt
his finger in me and give a brief feel inside and then it was removed. I
grabbed Wolf's muscular swimmer's thighs as I felt Deep's glans slip across
my pucker and then he pushed and opened me up.

I took him in and savoured the feel of his youthful cock begin to slip in
and out but it wasn't over yet. What a weird pair, Deet shagged me and
festooned Wolf's back with kisses, he was kissing and munching away at the
back of his older brother's neck and pounding the hell out of my tenderised
bottom. He kept up his kissing but had the grace to hold my hands as I
moved them upto Wolfy's pumping hips. It was a strange threesome but I was
getting the works, one fat cock in the mouth and a skinnier version up the
bottom. I was shagged from all directions, I couldn't even move all I could
do in my position was to rub my straining cock against Wolfy's sweaty back.

Dieter held onto his brother's waist and slid in and out of my well used
ring slapping against my exposed bottom and it was fully at his mercy the
way Wolfy held my legs. Deet groaned and began to hammer away for real, he
was about to cum and I was about to get another load, mind you, from the
way Wolfy was shagging my mouth I was about to get a double wammy.

Be careful what you wish for; as Deiter gasped and finally rammed in deep
and hard squirting his youthul cum deep into my belly in hot splashes and
spurts Wolfy did his usual, a long stream of thick cum which came out in a
continuous stream, I choked and gagged and his juice ran from the side of
my mouth. I swallowed his tart mix and he spread the rest around my
face. Jeez, I felt like the cum baby from Spunksville and I still hadn't
squirted myself , my dick was so sore from the rubbing up and down it was
almost aflame. As the brothers disengaged from their well used and abused
English boy they both laughed and decended on my red raw hardness and began
to bathe and lick both it and my tight nuts. Kraut Angels. I ruffled
Wolfy's untidy mop and stroked Dieter's schooly cut, it was heavenly, I
just lay on the bed oozing and let them look after me.

These two were experts and I wondered how many other younger boys they'd
captured and tortured as torture was what it was. My dick was already sore
and almost red raw from rubbing against Wolfy's back in the shagging scene
but this was the end. As Deet licked and kissed my lower groin and balls
Wolfy applied his sweet lips to my knob and shaft. As soon as I started to
thrash about and build up to blow Deet nipped off my nuts and Wolfy eased
off. It seemed to go on for hours and in the end I thought I was going to
die under their lips.

'Please...' I begged.

''OK,' Wolfy took a last lick at my blood red glans. 'Let's see how he
does,' he glanced at Deiter, slid up and gave me a sweet and lingering kiss
and then went back down again.

This time two lickers and suckers and almost immediately I felt my sperm
rising and then and only then the final release. They giggled like a pair
of maniacs as I finally squirted what seemed to be an endless series of
squirts and splashes of boy juice. It was everywhere, on their lips, on
their faces and even on their chests but they didn't waste a drop, right at
the end they licked each other clean and came down to give me a joint
kiss. I lay there like a dead man or a dead boy with their busy cum stained
tongues lapping at my face.

'We'll put on a show for you in a short while,' Wolfy promised. 'What do
you want us to do? No camera though.'

Make some coffee first,' I rasped.

'Deet...' Wolfy ordered. 'Then?'

I slowly came down from the intense cum and thought hard, I had this pair
all night long and it was going to be longer than long and then the
inspiration came. Something I really wanted to see and these two were the
ideal partners.

''Zoom did me from underneath, he lay flat on his back and I more or less
bounced up and down on his thingy.'

'Ja... was it good,? Wolfy smiled and I heard Deiter in the kitchen, I just
hoped he made coffee like his sex, it should be excellent.

'I want...' Wolfy looked at me with his lips slightly parted and the gleam
of my juices on his face. 'I want you to do Deiter like that and I want to
watch from down below. I want a full action play.'

'No cameras,' Wolfy grinned. 'Purely for your sick mind.'

'Exactly,' I grinned.

'OK,' he thought for a moment. 'Then you have to do me the same so Deet can
watch.'

'Deal,' I nodded. 'God knows how I was going to get a hardon and even more
importantly how I was going to muster another cum but do or die, shit or
bust, I'd give it a go.'

Deiter finally wandered in with the coffee and it was drinkable. He sat and
listened as Wolfy told him what was going to happen and he laughed. What I
learnt over the coming week that Deiter did everything that Wolfy
wanted... odd for an older brother but there you go, that's the way it was.

'You have friends who like to play?' Deiter asked as we sat around relaxing
and drinking our coffee. Jeez, it was nearly bedtime and I had the funniest
feeling we were all going to pass out. Maybe not, it struck me that I'd got
myself saddled with a pair of sex maniacs.

'Yeah... Florian, Sean Brady, Peter and his little mate Willy...'

'How old is Villy?' Deiter perked up.

'Ten coming on eleven.'

'Coming on?'

'Ten, nearly eleven.'

'Gut,' he beamed and Wolfy laughed.

'How old the others?' Wolfy asked.

'Florian the same as me, my boyfriend in fact, and Sean is a bit
younger... there are others.'

'Sinful British,' Deiter and Wolfy both laughed.

'We could bring Karel for you if Zoom is occupied with your brother,' Wolfy
looked at me and licked across his lower lip like a real little
slut. 'Deiter is familiar with Karel.' Deiter nodded agreement. I reckon
'familiar' meant that they'd done things and I also seemed to remember that
Karel was a rather gorgeous blonde of around eighteen. In spite of my
exhaustion I felt a twinge down below. The upcoming week was sounding a bit
like a sexfest and our Scout motto was 'Be Prepared' after all.

'I can show you pictures of my friends but they are private pictures, you
mustn't say anything about them to anyone,' I looked at them both. 'Top
secret.'

'Geheimes,' Wolfy spoke to Deiter, I guess he was putting me, in the
picture. I recognised the word, it must be all the war movies, anyway,
Deiter nodded.

'We go, look now?'

'Yeah,' I stood and took my coffee and them into the next room. We were all
naked and smelly but we had the place to ourselves for the night and the
following day was a Sunday, no need to leap out of bed too early. 'We'll
sleep upstairs.'

'Sleep?' Both Wolfy and Deiter giggled... I sighed. It was going to be a
long week with these kids but it should be a good one. Funnily enough I was
thinking about the blonde Aryan type Karel, now that one was a dish.



			      to be continued



Apologies with the German, I don't speak the language and so tried to keep
it to a minimum.  This Chapter will continue into Chapter 19 with more or
less the same characters and the others mentioned incoming and contributing
their lithe little bodies to the cause of written smut.

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