Date: Mon, 17 May 2004 13:01:05 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Life with Philip Part 6

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

Onto the story. Enjoy. Donate a coupla quid. KEEP NIFTY FREE

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LIFE WITH PHILIP - 6


Philip and Patrick at Vale - 1


by


Gary Cutter



In case you haven't read any previous stories in the Life of Philip Series
I'm the author as well as the editor. Now, that's confused you. It's pretty
simple really, this is an ongoing story of my association with a sweet boy
called Philip, he's sixteen and apart from being a real nice kid he's a sex
maniac. We've both read Nifty and decided to air our adventures and goings
on to the wider world.

To make the story comprehensive Philip and I write our own bit like joint
authors but I have to do the typing and the filing as Philip's a bit of a
dimbo (sorry kid). After a while we asked some others to give their
perspectives but I'd still do the typing and whatnot and it turned out
quite good. So, on with the story. This time Philip and his new Chinese
chum, Patrick do most of the running as this story is mainly about them and
their holiday with myself and Lou, Patrick's older brother.

Styles vary and I write as I'm told. A good example is that I call the
Chinese boy Patrick as does his brother but Philip calls him Pat. I call
Louis, Lou but Philip calls him Lulu (now and then, usually when he's not
around). I tend to call Philip, Phil, Flip, Rugrat or Dickhead dependent on
mood. Other people call me Mick or Micky so there you go.  Confusing? Who
cares?  Let's go.

						..........

Hi there, Philip here taking up the story.

Here we were on a Saturday morning charging down the motorway in Lou's
Transit hitting seventy plus. Pretty exciting, huh! The exciting bit was
that I was in the back with a naked Chinese fifteen year old and we'd just
fucked. We were snoozing and the van reeked of teenage spunk and boy musk,
talk about heaven on wheels.

'What time is is, Lou?' Pat called out and smiled lazily at me. I kissed
the firm line of his jaw and snuggled upto his sweating body. Jeez, it was
so hot in the back of that thing.

'Just coming up eleven,' Lou called from the front of the van. 'You OK back
there, you sounded like a herd of pigs. Who was fucking who.'

'Oink, oink.' We both shouted back and had a giggle. Did I mention Lou was
as bent as a corkscrew and knew all about us.

'We're ahead of time now we've dropped the straggler.'

'Hope he don't get torpedoed,' I was still in a funny mood.

'Wanna come back up front?'

'Nah, we're OK here,' I knelt up and looked throught the curtain, the
motorway stretched for miles. 'We'll have a snooze if that's OK?'

'We're not stopping,' Lou told me.' It's flank speed for Vale, we should
just about do it.'

'K,' I slid back and was tugged down my Pat who immediately reeled me in
and started a gentle snog. I'd live with that for the time being. The
kissing and cuddling didn't last, it couldn't last with a randy kid like
Pat. I turned around and he fitted himself inside me with a gentle push. We
had a nice slow fuck and I think I fell asleep half way through it, I never
even felt him vacate my premises.

I was awoken by the van lumping and bumping.

'What's up,' I asked Pat feeling decidedly leaky around the back end and
well shagged to boot.

'We'll be there in a quarter of an hour,' he was tugging his clothing on
and trying to look over the seats out of the front window at the same
time. There was a jerk which nearly catapulted him into the front as the
van hit a hole or a lump.

'I just wanna call Mick,' Lou explained. I didn't care I was looking at
Pat's smooth bottom as he tried to free himself, with the sudden stop he'd
managed to get himself jammed between the driver's seat and the double
passenger seat.

'Is baby stuck,' I stroked Pat's smooth buns and took a little nip.

'Gerroff, you bloody cannibal ,' Pat squealed and managed to free
himself. 'What's going on?' he asked Lou.

'Ssssh,' Lou held his finger up, he was chatting on his mobile. Eventually
he put us in the picture. We would be at the site in around fifteen minutes
and Micky was tailing us by around an hour. So we could unload all the
bedding and foodstuffs and hopefully have a meal going by the time Micky
arrived. Then the oldsters would show us around the site and the adjoining
quarry.

'I just want a loo,' I whispered to Pat.

'You and me both,' he grinned. We finished our getting dressed as Lou
finished the journey. As soon as we got there Lou was out of the van
chatting to this geyser who was clearly the owner and curiously enough for
Cornwall was another Chinese, they must breed like slanty eyed rabbits. I
saw paperwork being signed and keys being passed over, it looked like we
were sorted.

The caravan itself was huge. The thing was obviously a fixture, no way
would it ever go on a car. It was as big as one of the gypo fairground
things, in a nutshell it was fuckin' massive.

'Golly Gosh,' Pat laughed. 'It's a house.'

'Big enough,' Lou agreed. 'We had a much smaller one last year but we
upgraded with two children.'

'Yah, yah,' Pat crowed. 'Let's have a look inside then.'

Lou opened up the centre door which led us straight into an open
kitchen. There was a properly plumbed in bathroom with a shower and toilet
next to that. The centre section opened out to the ends with what seemed to
be a sitting room or lounge and then led onto a bedroom at the far end of
the massive unit. The lounge could be converted to a bedroom thereby making
sleeping for four pairs. The bedrooms at the end were permanently kitted up
as proper bedrooms and each had an outside door. Got it, pretty
straighforward really. Centre; kitchen and bathroom, then two lounges
either side leading to a bedroom at each end.For two couples as we were
going to be it was ideal, in fact, each pair could entertain (if you know
what I mean) without having too much contact with the others.

'I'll knock on with a meal if you two wanna get the bedding sorted,' Lou
gave us our brief and he moved into his Little Chef mode. He did love his
fucking around in the kitchen bit. He'd make someone a wonderful wife.

'Who's sleeping where?' I asked.

'Doesn't matter,' Lou grinned. 'The bedrooms are identical, take your
pick.'

Pat and I panicked around getting bedding sorted although there was a
minimum already there, blankets and suchlike. We claimed the bedroom which
I suppose was furthest away from what looked like a shower or toilet
block. I wondered why they wanted a block like that at all but then again
maybe some of the smaller 'vans didn't have the facilities that ours did.

I was watching the portable TV we'd brought and was trying to set up the
VCR we'd also dragged along, Pat was giving Lou a hand when we all heard
the scrunch of gravel and Micky's little van rolled up.

'Afternoon, girls.' He glanced at his watch. 'One thirty, a bit late but
not too bad.' I noticed he copped a crafty grope at Lou's bottom.

'Enjoy the journey?' he looked at me.

'Yeah, great,' I started to laugh and he gave me the puzzled look.

'They were in the back shagging all the way down.' Lou managed to grass us
up.

'What's new?' Micky grinned. 'Smells good,' he plonked himself down at the
table we'd set up. We'd decided to use one of the lounges as a dining room
and the other for the TV and flopping around.

'Don't ask,' Pat grinned cheekily at his brother. 'Dead rats, cats and
puppy dogs tails.'

'Shurrup,' Lou spoke through a mouthful of food, very unladylike of her.

'Nice and sunny,' Micky ignored them. 'We'll have a walk up the quarry
after and show you around.

'What's with this quarry anyway? How come kids get there?'

'It belongs to the big private estate but they don't mind outsiders using
it. They've got some tie up with the school on the grounds maintenance side
and in the holidays the boarders that don't go home tend to make it their
little haunt. Lou and I swagged a couple of kids last time around.'

'When you say kids .....?' Pat asked eagerly.

'Bout fourteen, fifteen,' Mick grinned. 'To our eternal shame.'

'Yeah, yeah,' I threw that in. Eternal shame, Micky and Lou were bloody
chicken hawks, chasing schoolies like a pair of old pervs. Time for the
younger ones to have a go. I looked at Pat and he gave me a little wink, I
think we were on the same wavelength.

We finished our meal and got changed Pat and myself settled for shorts and
trainers, we carried our t-shirts but didn't bother putting them on it was
a glorious afternoon and I'd be quite happy having a splash in my shorts, I
couldn't be bothered with the cossy which nowadays all seemed to be lumped
as speedos, perhaps Mick's old fashioned ways were rubbing off.

The place wasn't too far, mind you I noticed there were quite a few
munchable kids on the site itself but they'd keep. We were through a hedge
down a leafy little dirt track and there it was. Jeez, it was big. Typical
quarry, shelving beach of sand and grass one end running into cliffs at the
other where they'd finished up in the old days. A couple of old tin huts
which looked derelict and kids ...... kids, there were around ten of
them. A group of around six swimming and lounging in swimming gear and
another four or maybe five doing the skinny dipping out of the way a
bit. Naturally we made for the nudist end. Figures.

All the kids were around fourteen or fifteen clearly from the school Mick
was on about.

'Mickeeee' One of the naked boys had shouted out and without any
embarassment he and one of the other nudies came running over the grass and
sand.

'Hey Lulu, how you doin' man.' The boy, a skinny but good looking kid with
scruffy brown hair stood there with a huge grin on his face, his mate
another looker with longer hair stood beside him with a shy smile. They
were a pair of crackers, the bigger and maybe older one of the two looked
at myself and Pat curiously.

Mick did the biz. 'Hi, Paul. Nice to see you again, you've grown,' his eyes
dropped to the boy's uncircumcised cock which was a tasty size. 'This is
Pat, Lou's brother and this is Philip my ..... er, lodger.'

This Paul picked up on it straight away. 'Lodger?' He looked at me and
grinned. 'Pleased to meetcha Pat and Philip. This is my class mate Martin.'
The smaller boy gave us a nod.

We all sat down on the grass, Pat and myself couldn't kep our eyes off
these kids. Paul had obviously had dealings with Paul in the past so we two
were a pair of wallflowers at the end of the day, we needed our own little
chums.

'Gotta caravan again?' Paul reached out and tickled the sole of Martin's
foot, the smaller boy giggled and rolled onto his belly giving us a nice
view of his sand covered bottom.

'Yeah. A bigun. Lou and myself down one end and the boys down the other,'
Micky grinned at him. 'You and your friend are always welcome to pop around
but put some clothes on.'

'Take 'em off indoors,' Lou chipped in staring at Martin's pert little
bottom.

'Nice, innit?' Paul laughed out loud and calmly stroked the sand off his
friends bum. Martin didn't even flinch, he was like a pussy cat, he just
purred.

'Lovely,' Micky looked at me and I could read his mind, it was the 'sod
off' look. He and Lou were sorted, what was he going to do with myself and
Patrick?

'That water looks good,' Pat grinned at me, he looked at the remaining
nudists.

'Why not?' I stood up and looked at Paul. 'Is it OK if we mix in with your
mates?'

'No probs,' Paul looked up and smiled at me. The dirty little sod was
springing a stiffy, I could see his red glans just peeking out of his
foreskin, still the sun does that for you they say. Jimmy and Gary are
alright,' he gave me a little wink.

We ran for it. Christ it was so hot, I just wanted to get into the
water. Maybe a couple of schoolies this afternoon and Pat all to myself
tonight, now there's a target.

We sat and watched the little group, turned out there were four of them, we
introduced ourselves as friends of Paul and Martin, nothing like a bit of
cheek. The kids seemed OK. and in their chat we soon sussed out Jimmy and
the other, Gary. They looked to be around fifteen and Jimmy had a buzz cut
like Pat and Gary had hair similar to mine, sorta tidy when brushed and
scruffy when not.

We just whipped off our gear and hopped in. It was beautiful, the weather
had been good enough recently to make it almost warm water. Jeez, we'd not
been in more than a minute before we were assaulted by naked boys trying to
drown us. Needless to say I made a grab for cock and was rewarded by a
scream as Jimmy promptly sank. Great fun. We were soon mates and as the
afternoon wore on it finished up as Pat and myself with Jimmy and Gary and
Micky and Lou with their pair.

'Gotta go back soon,' Pat looked at me and then the boys. 'Lou likes his
English bloody tea around four thirty'

'We don't have to be back 'til seven,' Jimmy looked at me with a slight
grin on his cheeky face.

'Wanna come back to the 'van with us for a couple of hours,' I looked at
him and then down to his long uncut penis nestling in a bush of dark hair
quite similar to Pat in a way.

'I don't mind,' he looked at me and his eyes dropped as well. Talk about
bloody obvious.

''Gary?' Pat looked at the other boy.

'Yeah,' Garry looked at Pat and gave a slightly girly grin. Fuck me, the
kid was smitten.

'Let's go then,' I stood up almost pushing my penis into Jimmy's face and
struggled into my shorts. Jimmy laughed and stood up alongside me still
naked.

'Yum, yum,' he laughed and ran across and got his own gear and got
dressed., Gary wasn't too far behind him. I saw them have a quiet mutter
and then they were back.

We wandered back leaving Micky and his little Firm chatting and playing
around, I was slightly keen to get around Jimmy's long cock, I wondered how
big it would be hard because it was a fair old lump of meat for a kid.

'How old are you guys?' I looked at the schoolies.

'Fifteeen,' they chorused.

'Old enough,' Pat smiled. Little Gary smirked at him broadcasting hero
worship, he probably thought he was a Bruce Lee offspring.

We got them into the 'van and sorted with a can of Pepsi apiece. Pat shut
the door between the lounge bit and the central services bit. 'Two
bedrooms' he whispered. 'Just in case we get lucky.'

Soppy pratt, of course we'd get lucky, these two were asking for it. How
lucky was the question.

'Nice in here,' Jimmy grinned at me and flopped onto the bed closely
followed by the rest of us, no shrinking violet this kid.

'What was the 'yum yum' for? I got bold and stroked his smooth boyish leg.

'I always say that when I see something I like,' he laughed. Seeing he had
a faceful of my cock at the time of the remark he couldn't have spoken
plainer.

'Two and a half hours,' I looked at him.

'Long enough,' he edged in until our hips were touching. 'Go on then,' he
looked at me with his mouth open and licked across his upper lip with his
pointed tongue.

Go for it Phil my boy. I pressed him back and sealed my lips onto his. No
tyro this boy, his mouth opened and his tongue met mine. I heard Pat and
Gary leave the room and then the sound of the bed dropping in the next
comparment. They were gonna do their own thing and I mentally thanked Pat
for using his loaf with the two bedroom thingy.

'God, that's big,' I massaged Jimmy's penis through his shorts. He was hard
and it was big as in very big. He was de-fuckin'-formed. His hardness must
have been a good six incher if not more. 'I wanna see it,' I unzipped him
and tugged his shorts down, no problem with his underwear, he wasn't
wearing any. 'Little Gary doesn't take this does he?'

'He squeaked a bit at first,' Jimmy chuckled as I pulled his meaty erection
into the air. Yeah it was a six incher no doubt about it. I wasn't in the
mood for playing games, I just dropped my head onto it and started to move
around on the bed. Surely he knew what a sixty niner was. He did.

					..........  Patrick in the chair
again. Here we go.

I took the smaller of the two boys, Gary into the lounge bit and drew the
curtain on the other two. It was pretty clear that Philip and Jimmy I think
it was would work out OK. The little 'un, Gary wanted me. I could see it in
his eyes and his body language was broadcasting 'take me' and I was going
to. I'd recovered from the drive down and I was ready to go. I remembered
his little bum in the water and I wanted it, he could have me if he wanted,
he only seemed to show around four inches but I needed to check it out.

'Just you and me Gary?' I pulled the unused bed down from the wall.

'OK,' he giggled and just melted into my arms as I put them around his trim
waist and guided him down onto the bare mattress. 'Oooh, Pat,' he shuddered
and snuggled upto me. He was delicious, he was warm and smooth and I knew
he was mine.

I undid the top of his shorts and slid my hands in pulling him closer, I
could feel his hardness pressing against me as I grasped and stroked his
tight little butt.

'You gonna do me?' he made his point by gently squeezing my boyhood.

'I'd love to,' I kissed him gently as he undid me and reached in for my
hot, hard and ready cock. It was all very gentle and relaxed, I bared his
beautiful body and he seemed to take pleasure in stripping me. His warm
lips were at my nipples and ghosted across my baby six pack but I settled
for kissing his sweet lips and now and then his slippery tongue danced with
mine.

'Do me,' he husked and lay on his tummy opening his smooth legs.

I remembered my night with Micky, be fair, this kid was fresh from the
water. I parted his incredibly smooth buns and dived in lapping and licking
at his tiny rosebud, I swear I could feel my tongue part his ring into his
inner flesh.

Shit. I had no KY, no starters at all.

'Put some spit on your dick,' he muttered and forced his legs even wider
apart. He must have read my mind. First of all I slid a saliva coated
finger into his tight little fanny and stirred him a bit and then I
couldn't wait. I positioned my slimy glans at his hole and pushed.

'Aaaah,' he groaned and unbelievably pushed up onto my blood engorged penis
absorbing half of it until I bore down on his warm body pinning him to the
bed. 'Aaaaah, that's so nice,' he turned his face for a kiss. I could have
found myself a 'bottom boy', he was certainly no virgin. We fucked hard and
long, every time I felt like cuming I held back until he was begging for my
climax. I finally speared him to the bed and filled his little boy butt
with my thick creamy spunk. That was some brilliant fuck. As I lay on his
sweaty body panting and puffing like an old man I could hear Philip and
Jimmy at it next door. Dunno who was fucking who but they were making
enough noise about it.

I rolled off Gary and took him in my mouth assuming he was like Lou. Bad
mistake.

'Aaaw, you said I could have a go,' he gave me a sulky and at the same time
sultry look.

'So you can, little lover.' He grinned, he liked that one. He eagerly knelt
between my legs as I lay on my back and raised my knees to my chest. He
leant forward to kiss me and clumsily thrust straight into my back
passage. What with the cock I'd had over the last couple of days he was no
problem. He fucked like a rabbit and seemed to enjoy every second until he
came in hot spurts which belied his boyish looks. He was definitely graded
youth as far as I was concerned, he was no femme. To cap it all off he kept
hard and kept fucking, I held his sweaty body tightly as he just carried on
to a second if more watery climax.

'I'm shagged,' he collapsed onto the bed soaked in sweat and scented with
our joint spunkings.

'Not really,' I whispered and rolled him onto his back and lifted his legs.

'Aaaah,' Pat he groaned a protest and managed to give me a big grin at the
same time. As our lips and tongues met I drove into his sweetness hard and
deep and started my second fuck.

This time there was a difference, I felt a body behind me on the bed and
then a slippery erection slid between my bobbing hips this was followed by
a brief pain and the feel of a long cock filling up my bum. It must have
been Jimmy as I heard Philip telling him to hold still. We stopped for a
moment and then I heard a gasp from my fucker, Philip had taken him and
then off we went again.

I was fucking little Gary for the second time, the wiry and bigger Jimmy
was fucking me and Philip was last in line fucking his playmate. What a
scene, there was sweat flying everywhere and the reek of boy sex, you could
have cut the air with a knife.

It was over too soon, we all managed to cum around the same time and
flopped on the bare mattress like dead men or boys. The annoying thing was
that the skinny Jimmy had the biggest cock and he turned out to be the
youngest of the four of us, no fair.

The boys left around half six to return to school for their evening meal
and prayers (believe that), musta been a posh school. Apparently they were
out on a school organised trip on the Sunday, some Cathedral or something
but they promised to meet up for a swimming session on the Monday weather
permitting. If it rained we had written instructions how to get to the
school and meet them there.

Looked like being a boring Sunday but we had the quarry and we also had the
campsite to explore, maybe make a few friends.

It was around eight o'clcock that Micky suggested that we visit the local
pub which was the other side of the main road. Philip and I declined as
sitting in a fag fug supping Cokes didn't sound like much fun. We were
going exploring, it didn't get dark until just after nine so we could at
least have a look around the site and maybe wander around to the quarry
again.

					........................  Philip
here again.

As Pat's just said the oldsters were going boozing and no doubt cruising,
we intrepid explorers were going to suss out the scene if there was any
scene to be sussed that is. We'd seen enough youngsters as there was around
twenty caravans on the site, they couldn't all be sitting outside the pub
with their parents or 'in-van' watching television.

First stop was the shower and toilet block and we got lucky straight
away. We both had a clearout taking great pleasure at the foul noises each
other made as we aborted our afternoon babies and supper. Gross, eh?

Pat noticed it first, there were people in the showers and they were upto
something. Of course I was the dummy who had to look around the corner and
see two youngsters through the steam. No problems there, I'd reckon they
were older than I was maybe seventeen, even eighteen. the point was that
one was on his knees and the other was slowly fucking his mouth. I felt Pat
at my shoulder and his sudden hiss of breath.

'Fuckin' hell.' Unusual for Pat to swear, he must be learning bad habits.

'Hey.' The one standing had seen us and the one kneeling, the blower,
hurriedly got to his feel. 'Bloody peepers,' they both made a rush for us
and like a pair of pricks we stood there with our mouths open. The shock of
walking in on them and virtually doing it in public was too much.

Good lookers both of them, both taller than myself and Pat and both a
bloody sight tougher.

'You kids wanna forget you saw this.' This was from the slightly taller of
the two, yet another buzz cut, pleasantly ugly you may say with a rather
tasty little scar at the corner of his eye.

'Yeah, no probs,' Pat held his hands up in surrender. 'We're history, we're
blind.'

The shorter guy had copped me by the elbow and was frowning at me. 'What
about you, skinny?'

'Same as him, I didn't see anything.' This one was nicer, he was the blower
and he had longer hair and wasn't as tough looking as scarface. I quite
fancied him as it happens.

'What 'van you in?' Scarface looked at us. You could see he was uncertain
what to do, he could hardly murder us and hide out bodies ... I hoped.

'Twenty four,' Pat gave a wrong mumber.

'There's only twenty here,' Scarface snarled.

'Twenty,' I provided.

'Well keep your traps shut. Any funny looks from anyone and we'll know
who's to blame.' This was his mate the one who'd just let go of my arm.

I looked at Pat and grinned, I could see that he was taken with the tough
looking Scarface, probably just as much as I was with the Longhair as I'd
christened him

'I wouldn't mind a shower, Pat.'

'Nor would I,' he grinned and we looked at the older boys, suddenly the
tension went.

'You can share our towels,' Scar grinned, he was quite good looking when he
wasn't trying to be aggressive.

'Can we share your soap?' Pat smiled. Tell ya for a student he was doing so
well, I was proud of him. 'I'm Patrick by the way, the boyfriend is
Philip.' Now that's what I call letting the cat out of the bag.'

'Well, well,' Scar grinned at his mate. 'I'm Pete and this here's Dave.'

'Pleased to mettcha,' Pat smiled doing his polite bit. 'Where do we put our
gear?'

'Just around the corner,' Dave looked at me and smiled. 'You really gonna
risk showering with us?'

'Why not?' I grinned back, I did like the look of his thick mansized cock
plus he had a really boyish bottom. We could finish this holiday glutted on
sex. It'd be nice to get back in the classroom to relax in a couple of
weeks. Well, not really.

We quickly stripped off and joined the older boys in the showers. Strangely
enough I shared a bar of soap with Dave and Pat shared with Pete, funny how
things work themselves out.

'You should visit our van,' Dave soaped me up lathering down to my pubics,
needless to say I was as hard as a rock as he was himself.

'You alright with that, Pat?' I called over. Of course he bloody well was,
he was soapily wanking Pete the tough guy and the bigger guy's cock was at
full stretch at around seven inches, my little Chinese boi could be in for
a hard time.

'Yeah,' Pat croaked as I saw him drawn into Pete's arms and the taller
youth bent his head to kiss and soapily fondle Pat's tight little butt.

'Too much chance of someone else coming in here,' Dave rinsed himself off
and pulled me in. 'Now you I like,' he kissed my wet hair.

'Ditto,' I moved closer feeling his hardness trapped between our
bellies. 'You got your own 'van?'

'Yeah, just we two,' he grinned. 'Four on a bed?'

'I can live with that,' I snuggled upto him under the warm water and felt
his strong hands fondle my bum, it was pretty clear what he was after.

'Let's go,' Pete called over and we all rinsed off. It was a bit of a
giggle drying off but it was a warm night and we didn't bother too
much. The place seemed pretty deserted as we strolled back to their 'van
but we didn't care, our 'parents' were in the pub and we had a bit of fun
lined up with a pair of rather well built young men and then we had the
night to ourselves and then a fortnight after that. Not a bad start for the
first day, four bum chums already.

Naturally enough their 'van was a lot smaller than ours. I don't even think
it had a shower or a toilet, dunno what happened if they wanted a pee in
the middle of the night, probably pissed out of the window or something
disgusting. Still, I suppose I should be grateful that we had a thing with
all the modcons plumbed in. Anyway, enough of the chat. As soon as we were
in the thing the four of us were on the bed and busy getting starkers
between snogging and groping. Dave was alright, he did like sucking things
through. As soon as he had the old drawers to half mast he was onto my
joystick like a honey bee, not a lot of buzzing but stacks of sucking.

I saw tough guy Pete had Pat naked and inside a couple of minutes he'd
taken Pat and was giving him a good fucking, Pat glanced at me and gave me
a happy grin, he was OK. He was giving himself a wank which was a waste of
effort, I felt Dave at my bum and rolled over to let him have what he
wanted and at the same time took my Pat into my mouth. I loved that golden
boy's cock.

We finished up both getting a good fucking and maneuvering around into a
sixty niner and having a good suck, I don't think either of us wanted to
cum we wanted to reverse roles with out hosts if they were willing. In fact
Dave had whispered to me not to squirt he wanted me to do it in him, fair
enough, I could handle that. He was giving me a nice fuck, he was slow and
gentle and I appreciated that, I think Pete was a bit rougher on Pat but
the boyfriend didn't seem to mind too much.

I got a double header, Pat lost it and squirted and spurted his creamy load
into my mouth and down my gullet at the same time Dave stiffened up and
pumped his youthful load into my gut. Talk about flooded, I could feel the
stuff trickling between my cheeks and smearing on my chin. I licked Pat
clean and held his hips as Pete grunted and offloaded.

I was a bit surprised that Pete after slipping free from Pat rolled onto
his back as had Dave and hoiked his knees upto his chest, he wasn't such a
tough cookie after all.

Dave was a good fuck, nice and tight and very cuddly stacks of kissing and
worked his tight little butt well on my boy cock as I gave him a good seing
to. I saw Pat furiously hammering away at Pete, Pat had a hell of a sex
drive, let's face it he'd only just done one load into my mouth and here he
was preparing for a second cuming, just like they used to blatt on about in
Sunday School.

Naturally enough I cum first and collapsed onto Dave and watched the
performance alongside, Pat finally made it with sweat flying off his
forehead and enough grunting and groaning to wake up the complete caravan
park. We split about half an hour after that, no promises on future
meetings although we got their permission to pass their names and 'van
number onto Micky and Lou. It was only casual sex after all, what I wanted
to do was to get into bed with Pat and have a night of real loving, you
know, the bit where you spend half the night just enjoying the feel on skin
on skin and the odd bit of flesh in flesh, maybe two goes each. We didn't
really need to pig out, we had the rest of the happy campers to explore not
fogetting the boarders the other side of the woods.

It must have been around eleven o'clock when we got back into our own 'van,
there was no sign of Micky or Lou so we sat and had a cup of coffee and
watched a bit of television. We gave them until midnight and then gave up
on them, they were big boys, they could look after themselves. After a nice
summer's day it had got rather chilly so we turned off everything and got
into bed making sure were well snuggled up.

'Not bad for an afternoon's work,' I kissed Pat and ran my tounge inside
his mouth.

'Yeah,' he snuggled against me and I felt his spike pressing against my
leg. He really was a randy little fifteen year old, he seemed to be
insatiable which suited me just fine. 'Your turn or mine,' he giggled in
the dark.

'Yours,' I turned my back on him, I wasn't in the mood for too much
effort. I felt his slippery glans push against my ring and he slid slowly
and easily home. One slow thrust and he was into the hilt.

'So nice,' he pressed against my back with his belly and I savoured his
warmth on my back and his heat inside.

'Mmmm...' I pushed back against him and he started some slow
loving. Beautiful, moments like this are really to be treasured, he was a
wonderful boy and I meant for him to finish this holiday as dry as a
husk. I relished the feel of his five inch thickness as it slid in and out
of my bottom, I could live with this, I could stand this all night. The
warmth of him on me, the flutter of his hot breath on the back of my neck
and the feel of his lips and tongue acros my shoulders had me as hard as a
rock. I clamped my bottom on his movements and wriggled as I felt his hand
rest gently on my cock. 'Wank me, I wanna try and cum when you do.'

'Can I do you from the front,' he whispered moving his hands from my
erection and gently playing with my ballbag.

'Only if you stick your tongue right down my throat,' I whispered back and
in a fit of giggles we disengaged and I got onto my back resting my legs on
his shoulders and then let them slip down onto his slowly moving body.

'Yeah, that's so good,' he moved in and out and took me in hand again, this
time it was kissing all the way and he was moving faster and digging just
that little bit deeper, heavenly.

I don't know if he was worn out, tired out or just wanted to make it last
but it went on for ever and in the end he gaspingly filled me with his
sweet juices in hot, slippery splashes and I wriggled on his throbbing cock
until he rested belly to belly and his limpening cock slipped free.

'Sleep, baby,' I murmured and cuddled up against his sweating skin stealing
his body heat and his hot breath as my tongue plundered his mouth. As I've
said, heavenly.

Jeez. The bloody birds, we must have had every bloody bird in the county
tapdancing on top of our caravan and this had started by dawn's early light
to borrow a phrase. Sweet Chinky Boi slept throught the lot, I was very
tempted to wake him and let him share the misery but I was on the
snoop. I'd heard Micky and Lou come in but it was in the middle of the
night ..... they'd had company. I pulled on my shorts and then looked out
of the window. Shiterooni, the clattery fandango I'd heard on the roof was
rain not tapdancing birds. Did I mention that this was my first time under
tin. Fortunately it was dying down a bit but it looked like a miserable day
in the offing. Anyway, on with the snoop. I crept from the bedroom and
quietly closed the door. I snuck through the lounge bit which had the drop
down bed into the service area in the centre and took a piss. I'd think
about the coffee when my curiosity was sated. I tippy toed into the second
lounge to find the bed down and what looked like Lou and a youth in a close
embrace, both snoring like a pair of tugboats.  I had a closer look but
they were so snuggled down it was hard to see what was what. Kid looked OK
but I wouldn't like to have to guess an age. Logic dictates that if they
were picked up in a pub then they must be over eighteen but that isn't
always the case especially in a heavy holiday area, publicans'll serve
anyone to make a few quid.

Like the old church mouse I slid upto the door to the bedroom proper and
peered in. There was my Micky the slut in bed with another shape, no
snoring this time thank the Lord. I stepped in to view the opposition. Even
in sleep this kid was tasty, he was doing a little drool on the pillow but
no-one's perfect, eh. Curly black hair and a very dark skin, almost
caramel. I wondered what part of the planet he was from, most certainly not
Cornwall. Age again? Hard to tell, anywhere between seventeen and twenty
one, it's difficult to tell when people are huddled up in a bed.

Did I say tasty? The kid, boy, youth whatever was gorgeous, trust Micky to
cop a good 'un. He was definitely coloured but not brown like an Afro-Carib
and certainly not black like an African, he was a sort of toffee colour,
quite beautiful. I had a vision of him and Pat 'doing it', they'd make
perfect pictures. One shoulder was bare and I, like a prick, ran one finger
lightly across his smooth skin. Fortunately the youth slept on.

'Eugene,' Micky whispered. I nearly had a heart attack. 'His name's
Eugene.'

'How old is he?' I scuttled around to Micky's side of the bed. I gave a
discreet sniff, the place smelt of stale booze and sex.

'He says eighteen but I think younger,' Micky kept his voice down. 'He
comes from Guyana.'

'Right,' I tried not to look too stupid. Where the hell was Guyana, the
name rang bells bit that was about all, fuckit ... who cares.

'What's he like?' I nodded my head downwards to the middle of the bed.

Micky put on a pained expression and then grinned. 'Big,' he
mouthed. 'Seven plus.'

Wow. No wonder he was laying there with a big grin on his face. he beckoned
with his crooked finger and I bent my head to listen.

'I'll go and have a couple of hours with Patrick,' he glanced at the clock
which was indicating half six. 'You slip in here.'

'OK.' I didn't need to think too hard, this kid was gorgeous, he put me in
mind of a slightly grown up edition of little Alex the footballer. 'OK,' I
repeated and unclipped my shorts and let them drop to the floor. Mick
stealthily slipped from the bed and grabbed me and kissed me on the
cheek. Thank God he didn't go mouth to mouth, he smelt like a
brewery. 'Clean your teeth on the way, you smell like you've eaten a dead
ferret.'

'Cheers, lover,' he grinned and grabbing his jeans slipped from the room
leaving me and the mystery Eugene alone.

'I wasn't asleep.' The voice came from the bed just as the door clicked
shut.

I started down slightly shell shocked as the youth rolled onto his back and
calmly gazed up at me. Definitely a looker, definitely a person of the
sooty variety and definitely up for grabs.

'Hop in,' he grinned up at me and flung the bedding back. No probs, I was
in like Flynn, fractionally faster than the space shuttle. I snuggled upto
his warm body and he turned to look at me, one hand went under my hip and
one over, he clasped my buns and drew me closer. No stink of beer so I
tried a tentative kiss, his tongue was down my throat quicker than a hyper
grass snake. He was moulding and fondling my bum big time, it was easy to
see where this guy's interests lay, I could feel his cock sandwiched
between out bellies and it was huge. I pressed harder and rubbed my belly
up and down giving him a belly wank. 'Teaser,' he grinned. 'You gotta be
Flip, Mick's boyfriend.'

'Yeah,' I groaned as he moved down and pushed his outsized cock between my
thighs, I clamped on it as he slowly and mayby unconciously gently moved to
and fro. 'Eugene's a Kraut name isn't it.'

'Not really, more European wide, a proud name.'

'If you say so,' I savoured his lips again. He was a bit baby faced
actually and I wondered how old he was. He rolled onto his back and I
finished up laying on his belly, now I was slowly moving up and down giving
his seven inches of rampant cock a slow wank with my tightly clenched
thighs.

'Gawd, that is so nice,' He fondled my bum letting me do the work. 'I can
see why Micky loves you.'

'Did Micky say that?'

'More than once, he laughed. 'He said you and he do your own thing but
you're his boy.'

'Good.' I was delighted. Micky's not very good with his feelings, it was
nice to know how he felt even if from a one night stand. 'Who's your mate,
with Lou?'

'Matt, he's an Oz kid working over here.'

'How old is he?'

'Too many questions sweet buns,' he grinned at me and rolled putting me
onto my back, my legs auromatically slipped up onto his smooth light brown
back. 'We're both seventeen but don't tell the pub owner.' He kissed me
long and hard and with his lips pressed against mine shuffled up onto his
knees.

'I hope you've got some lube,' I squeaked, I 'd just got a glimpse of his
darker brown penis and it looked like a super dooper Mars Bar only a bloody
sight thicker. I love Mars Bars but I'm a bit iffy about someone shoving
them up my arse.

'Don't worry, Flip.'

I had to put him straight on that. I'd have to tell him that's Micky's pet
name for me not for general use, it makes me sound like a fuckin' sea lion.

'If you wan't my body, it's Philip or Phil.'

'Right on Philip.' he grinned and sensually ran his pointed tongue across
my lips, I had to let him in didn't I? I felt oiled fingers at my tautly
stretched bottom, thank the Lord he wasn't going to try a dry run. Slippery
fingers deep in my fanny and I relaxed as he stirred away relaxing me and
preparing his entrance.

I sighed as I felt his oiled fingers leave me and my hole close, I was
dreading this but I really wanted it big time.

When it came it was like a bloody great log, I felt his blunt glans press
against my ring and then the stretching. It was only a brief pain thank the
Lord and then his thick shaft was filling me in gentle prodding motions as
he fed more and more of himelf up into my Tunnel of Love (well, that's what
Micky calls it). 'Oooooh,' I groaned as I felt him digging deeper and more
his the thick meaty pole fill my body.

'You OK?' He whispered anxiously.

'Yeah, don't go mad,' I managed to grin. '................ not yet'

'Right?' His handsome light brown face smiled down at me and his dark brown
eyes started into mine as he flathanded either side of my torso which
looked so white against his brown belly. He started pumping sinking deeper
and deeper and I could feel his hot flesh really getting in, I felt like
his glans was trying for my lungs as he effortlessly took me all the way
sheathing his erection into the hilt. 'You are so tight,' he breathed and
made the final little stir and then pulled me up onto his groin. He kissed
me on the lips once more and holding my hips now began to move slowly in
and out stretching my already well stretched fanny.

He leant back on his legs and fucked up into me as my bum perched on his
groin impaled on his thick brown sausage. I'd never done it like this and I
supported myself on my hands and helped him out, my own erection bounced up
and down on my belly as I jogged up and down onto his thrusts.

'Jeez guys, you're at it early.'  A broad cockney voice sounded from the
doorway and then I realised it must have been the Aussie. 'Go back to sleep
Lulu,' he called out over his shoulder and came in closing the door. 'Very
tasty,' he grinned. He wasn't too bad himself , muscular without being over
the top, cute face with a nice nose and dark spikey hair. He had nice green
eyes and he looked down at me being used and abused with some
interest. 'Let's help you out kid.' He knelt alongside the low bed and took
my jerking cock into his mouth and began to suck.

Eugene must have began to feel the strain of my weight because he raised
himself back onto his knees with a gasp and began a normal frontal. I kept
my legs up and the Aussie, Matt managed to get his head between bodies. I
could feel my heat and I knew that I was going to blast into Matt's avidly
sucking mouth but I wanted it to be when Eugene also spurted.

'I'm gonna cum, baby,' Eugene groaned and started to slam into my tender
bum. Good timing because I could feel my sperm making for the outside world
but it wasn't going to get there. Matt had swallowed me almost whole, my
cockhead must have been in his gullet as I shot and sprayed my climax into
his eager mouth. At the same time I felt Eugene's cum which must have been
massive. The hot spurts seemed to go on for ever, I could feel his creamy
spunk outside my bum as he pummelled me and sent jolt after jolt of his
thick sticky boy juice into my bowel. He slowly slid out and fell panting
onto his back and turning his head grinned. 'You were great, Philip.'

'Tasted good too,' Matt grinned at me and looked at me 'that' way, you know
the way.

'Wanna go messy, Matt?'

'You bet,' he laughed and got between my knees. He was your average six
inches and he fucked me good and easy. When he came it was nice and
comfortable. Unfortunately the cup was filled to overflowing and most of
his pearly Australian cum finished up on my bottom and back. 'Glorious,' he
grinned tiredly as he rolled off. 'I love Brit kids, they are so duuuurty.'

'Takes practice,' I grinned back. Jeez, I was in a state, Micky's bed was a
wreck.

'Tea or coffee,' Lou's shout from the adjoining room brought us back to
earth.

'Coffee, coffee, and tea,' I shouted back after a quick conflab. I grabbed
my shorts and slipped them on, I was gonna make a quick rush for the small
shower room and toilet before I got killed in the rush. I was a bit cum
laden to put it bluntly.

'Later?' Eugene smiled at me as I left them to get sorted out.

'Maybe,' I gave the pair a bit of the secret promise look. You gotta keep
them on their toes.

I got myself cleaned out and cleaned up and wandered back to the other end
of the caravan, Micky and Pat were snoozing, I would imagine someone if not
both had been fucked, the place smelt like a brothel (not that I'd know). I
cranked down the window a but just enought to let some funk out and some
air in and helped Lou dish out teas and coffees to all and sundry.

Eugene and Matt had to get home as they were lodging with a right old nosey
cow. They were both serving time in the local China Clay Pits learning the
trade as sorta of apprentices. They promised to meet up with us all next
Friday and take it from there. I notice both Eugene and Matt giving Pat the
once over and they clearly liked what they saw. In the end Micky slung them
into his little van and drove them home as it was still drizzling.

'I'm totally exhausted,' Pat gave me a grin and stretched his arms out in a
massive yawn.

'Lazy day today then,' I looked at him. 'We should have a walk and get some
fresh air.'

'Later,' he promised. 'Let's see if the rain eases off.'

'In an hour rain or shine,' I looked at him. 'Fresh air won't kill you.'

'OK, in an hour,' he finally agreed. God, I needed fresh air. Thete was an
old saying and it's true: Man cannot live by love alone. Very true
..... you had to have fuckin' air.

At eleven o'clock on the dot I dragged a protesting Pat from the caravan
out into the light of day. At least it had stopped raining and we could
have a bit of a stroll around, there were a few brave souls around but not
many. Lou and Micky were fixing lunch and had given us a strict instruction
to be back for one o'clock.

'That told us,' Pat grinned with his good humour restored. He did like to
upset Lou but I think beneath it all there little or no malice. 'Shall we
have a walk up the quarry, the kids are away on their day out.'

'Yeah, why not? Probably as dead as a doornail'

Strangely there were two kids there in yellow rain slickers who seemed to
be aimlessly wandering about skimming stones across the still water. It
looked beautifully inviting yesterday, today it looked cold and
forbidding. Perceptive or what, it had been raining for around seven or
eight hours and it was bloody cold.

'Let's chat 'em up,' Pat charged across the sandy grass in hot pursuit and
I followed, Christ in a couple of days this kid had got out of hand. Dunno
about getting shagged to death in two weeks we could finish up in gaol in
two weeks if he didn't slow down a bit.

'Hi lads,' Pat steamed in feet first.

'Hi,' one of the little blonde muppets answered. The other one was a clone,
odds on they were brothers, they were only around thirteen, skinny but
tasty for all that. God, I'm beginning to think like a pedo now.

'You from the site?' Pat pressed on.

'No, we're from the school up the road.'

'Met some of your guys yesterday,' Pat continued. 'They've gone on a day
trip today.'

'Yeah, we were going but Eric here was feeling a bit rough.' The slightly
taller one of the two was doing the talking and I noticed that his eyes
dropped on a couple of occasions, he was a crotch watcher.

'I'm Philip and this is my friend Patrick.' I did the formal bit like the
good English boy I am, at least it more or less forced them to give their
names like the polite little schoolies they were.

'Hello there,' the older boy (or at least the taller) replied. 'I'm Stan
and this is my kid brother Eric. Figured.

'Don't they do you a lunch?' Pat was back on the questions and answers. He
looked at his watch and knowing how schools operate I would have theought
they'd be fed at noon or half past the hour.

'No, we had sandwiches. We're being fed when the others get back around
sixish.'

'Yeah and I'm starving,' Eric whined.

'Bit hungry myself,' Stan grinned woefully.

Window of opportunity there .Grab it.

'Stroll back with us,' Pat was quicker than I was. 'My brother and Philip's
are doing a snack meal, you can have some.' I turned my back on them and
flashed up the mobile.

'I'd like to but it's not very polite just busting in on people,' Stan
hovered although I could see the kid would have been off and running given
half the chance.

A quick call and it was fixed, there was enough food for two kids and yes
we could bring them. The deal was that Micky and Lou were snoozing
afterwards so we had to entertain the boys down our end of the 'van, that
shouldn't be too hard I guess. Cue dirty laugh.

We wandered back with Stan and Eric and introduced them to Micky and Lou
who were setting up what the older people call a brunch in their lounge
half very conveniently leaving our half free, at least that gave us the TV
and the video, not to mention our own bedroom with it's own exit.

It was always very polite and English until Pat announced that he was as
hard as a log. You know, I mean, in front of kids and right out of the
blue. Stan and Eric both went purple and one managed to choke on his tea
the other sprayed his right over the table. the ensuing confusion was
something we should have captured on film but it effectively finished the
be polite to each other aspect.

Very shortly after that the oldsters departed for their bedroom leaving the
boys and the cleanup to us, Pat was totally unabashed he just prattled on
organising a quick tidy up and the two boys to do the washing up. He'd make
a good prefect, he had the kids jumping about like they were on
detention. In the end we moved into our lounge half leaving Micky and Lou
to do whatever they had lined up.

A bit of Pat and Philip maneuvering, the kids were in the centre of the
long seat and myself and Pat flanked them, I had Stan alongside me and he
had the smaller Eric.

Stan, bless his little cotton socks set the ball rolling.

'How come you keep getting a .... thingy, Pat?'  He asked with a very
becoming little blush.

'Thinking about all you lovely little schoolies,' Pat retorted giving
Eric's bony knee a squeeze, the kid nearly shot through the roof and then
subsided in giggles.

'Doing what?' Stan asked and then flashed me a glance.

'Doing dirty things,' I whispered in his ear.

'Like what?' Stan pressed on turning to face me completely and ignoring his
brother and Pat.

'I'd rather tell you in private,' I risked my all and put my hand on his
bare thigh just below the hem of his shorts.

'Where's private?' he husked and his face neared mine. Sod the
audience. One hand on his thigh and the other on the back of his neck I
pulled him close and planted a very chaste kiss on his dry lips. He closed
his eyes and kissed me back. Thank God for that, he knew exactly what he
was doing and so, presumably, did his smaller brother.

'Bedroom's private,' I tugged him to his feet. He gave a backwards glance
to Eric who was giggling and fending off Pat who was in octopus mode, or
maybe the way he was crawling over the kid, spider mode.

'So you and Eric at it?' I closed the door and held Stan in my arms. There
was no point in beating about the bush, was there?

'Only playing about,' he whispered and wriggled as my hands grasped his
tight little buns through his thin shorts. 'I've got a boyfriend,' he
managed to look starry eyed and slutish at the same time, no mean feat for
a kid.

'So, where's the boyfriend?' I backed onto the bed and slowly subsided onto
it taking his quite willing body with me.

'On the day trip,' he cuddled into me and his hands went down and he felt
me, to be more precise he felt my penis, no shrinking violet this
kid. 'Hey, that's a biggy.'

'We've got a couple of hours,' I reminded him and pushed his elasticated
shorts down exposing his smoothly rounded belly. I ducked my head and
mouthed the flawless skin pushing his shirt up his belly onto his narrow
chest.

'Me and Freddy never done it properly.' His lips ran across my hair as I
kept down and removed his shorts and then started on his little briefs. He
was demonstrating a little stiffy probaly no more than four inches but
there was a damp patch on the white cotton which was a good sign.

'What cum or made love?'

'Done it,' he whispered urgently. 'We cum all the time ..... I mean fuck,
up the bum.'

'You wanna try?'

'What you?' his mouth dropped open and his eyes nearly popped from his
head, very much a Macauley Culkin pose, I wondered if he was a child actor.

'Yeah, me,' I tugged his briefs clear and captured his little stiffy as it
sprung clear. I tasted the sweetness of precum, he didn't have a lot in the
way of pubics but he had what counted. I might add he had beautiful little
bum which I was hanging onto like a pair of small slightly soft balloons,
one for each hand.

'I've never done it before.' To show his dedication to the cause he
immediately whipped off his shirt and lay naked on the bed with me licking
and lapping at his little stiffy and fondling his soft bottom. God, this
was going to be some sort of holiday.

'Right then.' I gently freed myself from his boyish embrace and quickly
removed my t-shirt and disposed of the shorts. He oggled me as I stripped
naked his eyes being taken especially with my bouncing erection.

'Can I hold it?' He whispered as I lowered myself to the bed again.

'When you fuck me,' I returned his whisper and coaxed him between my legs
and got him to kneel. Reaching under the pillow I got the lube and smeared
some on his jerking little pecker.

'I don't believe this,' he gasped as my cold hand wanked him and then let
go. I raised my knees to my chest and told him to move closer. He did so
and I felt his oiled glans slip across my ring.

'Do it, Stan. Pretend I'm the boyfriend.'

'Ooooh,' he gave a litle moan, flinched as my legs came down on his
shoulders and pushed. He nearly passed out, I think he was surprised how
easily it went in, mind you he didn't know I'd been at it for two or three
days solid. He slid straight in and his fuzzy pubics pressed against the
bottom of my scrotum.

'Go for it Stan,' I clamped my butt on his slippery meat and away he
went. He wasn't the best lover I'd had but come on, he was only a kid, it
was his first time and he was trying. he was working up quite a sweat
actually thrusting and ramming into me as if he wanted me to feel it.

'Ugh, ugh, ugh.' He grunted at each thrust and bared his teeth in a furious
grin as he hammered away. 'I'm cuming,' his voice broke with excitement and
I clutched his sweaty body as he rammed in and fell on me squirting and
spurting his boy juice up into my bum. Not bad for a little prick, I
smothered him in kisses and got my legs around his waist pulling him in
really tight.

'You done well, little man,' I kissed his sweaty forehead and then on the
lips.

'Really,' he grinned proudly.

'Really,' I mocked him goodnaturedly as he slid free. He didn't have a
chance, I rolled him over and parted his legs and without pausing slid one
finger deep into his little pucker in one sure thrust, he was so sweaty and
relaxed it went in like a knife into butter.

'Aaaah,' he yelled out and then his face relaxed as I started to move my
finger to and fro with a stiffing motion. he knew what I wanted and I think
he wanted it as well but he was quite naturally frightened. I hadnt got the
biggest prick in the world but it was at full stretch and it must have
looked enormous to him.

'You alright, Stan?' His brother's voice came through the thin wall.

'Yeah,' Stan laughed. 'Just got carried away.' He smiled at me and clamped
his tiny buns on my slippery finger. 'That feels nice,' he whispered and
returned my kiss as my face dropped onto his.

'Orrite,' Stan called back doubtfully and then I heard him squeal and laugh
out, Pat was clearly taking care of him.

'Try this, Stan,' I slid my finger free and ignoring his look of
disappointment produced the lube. He watched mesmerised as I coated two
fingers and then guided a good dollop of the clear gel to his little ring.

'Shite,' he groaned and moaned as I parted his legs even further, kissed
each smooth sweat sheened bun and slid my fingers in and through his
already stretched sphincter. 'My Gawd,' he moaned as my fingers slid in and
out on their coating of grease opening him even further and coating the
inside of his passage. 'That's beginning to feel good ..... I'm hard
again,' he giggled into the pillow as I slowly and carefully finger fucked
him. My own cock was jerking and I could see a beading of cum on the tip,
Philip Junior was ready for some schooly butt.

'You ready for this,' I slowly slid my fingers free and prodded and played
with his slippery ring.

'Yeah,' he croaked. 'Take it easy.'

'They all say that,' I positioned myself kissing up his spine and sliding
myself between his tight little buns. I nearly passed out with pure bliss
and my oiled knob [pushed at his resistance and forced his ring open
sliding into his delicious warmth.

'Aaargh,' he clutched the pillow but it was all over, I had hald my rampant
meat in his boyflesh and I started to move to and fro sinking deeper and
deeper. 'Gawd, that feels so funny,' he gave a shaky laugh and clutched he
pillow to himself as I felt myself bottom out and my pubics mash against
his soft bottom. 'I'm so hard,' he moaned and pushed himself up onto my
slow thrusts.

'Roll,' I coaxed him onto his side and maintained the fuck but grabbed his
stiffy with my oily hand and started to wank him trying to time my thrusts
with my hand.

'Hey, hey,' he'd lost it. He was trying to fuck my hand and push back onto
my thrusts.

He was such good sex, for God's sake he was only a kid and this was his
first time but he was performing like an old pro, or should it be young
pro. He was grunting and pushing back onto me and he was so tight, it was
incredible. I could feel my heat rising, I was going to bathe his sweet
insides with a flood.

'Faster,' he grunted. 'I'm cuming.' He came at the same time as I did, I
felt his strong little butt muscles clamp on my dick as he shot his sweet
load onto the bedding and I started filling his bottom with my thick creamy
spunk. 'Ooooer,' he giggled as he felt a penis inside his belly actually
pump and squirt hot boy juice into his gut. 'Oh, my God,' he craned hius
head around to kiss me as I slid in and out of his cum coated tunnel. I was
utterly shagged front and back. 'Leave it in,' he pushed back onto my
limpening cock.

'Love to,' I murmured and held him tightly.

'What they doing next door?' he whispered moving his sweet tush on my
deflated dick.

'Probably snoozing,' I listened to the sound of silence. 'Probably
knackered.'

'I'm not, I'm getting hard again.' I felt him and his cum and oil covered
cock was hardening up again. Amazing. mind you I could feel my own penis
starting to come to life again inside his body. This reminded me of the
Emperor Wank's sex ray in Flesh Gordon, one of my man Mickey's crap videos
from way back.

'Hold on short stuff,' I gently slipped free and ignored him as he moaned a
protest. I peered around the doorframe and there were Patrick and the
smaller blonde Eric flat on their bellies sleeping the sleep of the well
fucked. I could see the smear of boy sex on Eric's bottom and the shinyness
of Pat's perfect golden globes. Pat's outflung arm was across his little
lover's shoulder as they dreamed of whatever sex maniacs dream about. I
beckoned to Stan and he tottered to his feet.

'Fancy Pat?' I whispered and grasped his oiled semi erection, I felt it
twitch in my hand, that was an affirmative. I gave him a stand up wank and
he reciprocated, in seconds we were both as hard as poles. I saw Mick and
Lou peer in from the kitchen end and Micky waved a cup. I shook my head in
a negative, my little Stan and I had targets, tea could wait. Mick grinned
and disappeared after drawing the curtain to.

'You ready, Stan.'

'Ready, I was born ready,' he growled and then spoilt it by giggling. We
crept into the lounge and stationed ourselves at the foot of the drop down
bed.

I leant over and parted Eric's thin legs and Stan followed my example, both
the targets just mumbled in their snooze. If they were capable of thought
they probably assumed their partner was coming around for seconds.

'Hey,' Eric awoke and half turned but it was to late. I was on the bed and
between his legs. I positioned my reawakened erection at his tight little
hole and pushed. He gave a little moan of protest and then just purred like
a pussy as I slowly fed my hardenss into his tight little tunnel. Stan was
seconds behind me and he'd slipped into Pat's tight bottom before the
Chinese boy had even woken up.

'Eric, you randy little sod,' Pat murmured dozily but came wide awake when
Stan announced his arrival by nipping his ear.

'It's Stan, sweet buns,' the boy started to fuck deep and hard into Pat's
soft bottom, I pleasured the other one who was as tight if not tighter than
his sibling.

We both came together and lay on our partners trying to give each other the
high five. Finally, we parted and lay there, the four of us in a sweaty cum
stained mass. Four spunk stained kids on one bed on a wet and miserable
Sunday afternoon in the middle of nowhere. Great fun.

It had started drizzling again by the time we got the boys sorted out and
walked them part way back to their school. We bade them a fond farewell and
made vague promises to meet up again before the end of the holiday, luckily
they shared a mobile so we got their number and they took ours

By the time we got back to the quarry it was around six, it was going to be
dark early with it being so overcast and Lou had promised that he was going
to actually do a cooked meal for our Sunday dinner and he'd scheduled it
for eight o'clock. I think Pat was as surprised as I was to see that
another kid was at the quarry and was also skimming stones. Got to be
totally bored to do that in the pissing rain. Strangely enough he looked
familiar or I should say his shape was familiar althgough he was done up in
army type wet gear. I shook the notion off, there was nobody I knew in this
neck of the woods.

'Wanna chat him up,' Pat hissed.

'Haven't you had enough,' I laughed. Christ, the boy was simmering pot of
sex.

'Hey, Philip. What the hell are you doing here.' The familiar voice half
spoke and half shouted from the short distance away.

Pat looked at me questioningly, I just looked at him and shrugged. The
voice was familiar but who the hell was it.

'Gotta short memory, Flip.'

'Jeez. Is that you Calvin?' I forgot Pat was there. Calving Goldspink from
S Club Eight had appeared out of the blue in the middle of Godforsaken
Cornwall of all places. I walked over acompanied by my faithful Chinese
companion whose jaw was trailing on the deck.

'Calvin Goldsping. The Calvin Goldspink,' he muttered in amazement. Of
course he didn't know anything about the performance of a couple of weeks
ago.

'Hi di hi, Calvin.' I reached out and gave him a wet hug of welcome. 'What
the hell are you doing here.'

'I asked first,' Calvin gave his lopsided smile and looked with more than a
little interest at my handsome Patrick.

'Patrick meet Calvin,' I did a formal introduction.

We stood like muppets for a few minutes before I suggested we adjourn to
the caravan to get out of the rain and have a drink, I'm sure Lou could
rustle up some food for an unexpected guest.

'I don't want to be a nuisance,' Calvin objected but we over-ruled him and
away we went, Pat was looking at the teeny popster like he'd just come from
another planet of something. If I knew my mini Bruce Lee, he was smitten.

Back at the caravan Micky made Calvin welcome and introduced Lou, Lou
wasn't as smitten as Patrick which was nice, I didn't want to get
outnumbered in my lust for my munchy little popster. Let's face it, I'm the
main man, I saw him first ..... yah, yah!!

'I got to know about this place on the grapevine,' Calvin was takling after
the food was gone. The four of us were lounging in our dining area having a
drink and chatting. 'It's very secret squirrel and I don't know how much to
tell you,' Calvin tantalised us with his knowing grin.

'Spill the beans,' Micky laughed. 'You can trust us ..... you wanna tell us
anyway.'

'The Estate is for young gays with money, lots of it. Pop stars, actors,
diplomats sons, some Arab youngsters and other wealthy types.' He paused
and drunk from his can, he knew he had our attention.

'The place is set up with a main house and swimming pool and a load of self
contained cottages. You can look after yourself on the food front or eat at
the main house, they have a bar there as well. You can tie up with other
young guests, or use the staff, or they'll bring in boys.'

'What for ... sex?' Patrick stared at our own little popster.

'What else,' Calvin grinned. 'It's one big sexfest up there, they've even
go their own boy security, well they're around twenty or twenty one. I
shacked up with one the other night. Fucked me silly,' Calvin gave a dirty
chuckle.

'Jeez,' Pat's eyes were out on stalks.

'So what are you doing sniffing around the quarry if it's so hot up there?'
I asked the question and pressed my knee against his under the table. I
felt a firm return squeeze.

'Schoolies.'

'Ah,' I grinned. 'That explains it.'

'Do you know any?' Calvin looked at me and then Pat.

'We might do,' I smiled back and pressed his knee again. 'But you might
have to bribe Pat and myself.'

'Always a pleasure,' Calvin laughed. Micky and Lou just sat there drinking
listening to the exchange and keeping out of it. I don't know what they had
arranged for the rest of the day but they were showing no interest in Pat,
myself or even Calvin which was good news, we had our shortarsed teeny
bopper all to ourselves. Excellent.

'Can you stay the night or do you have to check out?' I looked at
Calvin. God he was more attractive every time I saw him. The thought of him
and Pat in a bed with myself was getting me hard again which was a bit of a
miracle after what we'd gone through recently. More to the point, who we'd
gone through.

'Dunno,' Calvin shrugged. 'I can ring them and let them know, I should
suppose they'll mind.'

'Do it,' I grinned. 'Assuming you want to stay the night.'

'Bet on it,' Calvin winked at Pat turning my little Ho Chi Min into
jello. 'Hey, that kid from Peter Pan's up there as well, I sighted him the
other day.'

'What, whatsit?'

'Jeremy Sumter or something,' Pat supplied. This time his jaw really was
dragging on the deck. 'He's fuckin' beautiful.'

'He's only a child,' Louis had to poke his nose in. 'Anyway, Patrick. Watch
your language.'

'I don't give a toss if he's in a pram, he' is so bloody hot.' Pat refused
to be put down.

'We gotta go,' Micky stood up giving us all a little pelvic thrust. 'Lou
and I have a date, we may stay out the night. We cooked, you clean up, OK?'

'No probs,' I grinned at my lover, my sweety pie, my master. The dirty sod
was like a bitch on heat, I idly wondered who they'd tied up with but
wasn't really all that interested, we had our cuddly Cal for the
night. Tomorrow was another day.

Pat and myself did the cleanup whilst Cal phoned up the weird lot he was
tied in with and then it was all over. We sat in the lounge section for a
bit and as if pulled by invisible strings wobbled into our bedroom, we
travelled the length of the caravan like Siamese Triplets, I dunno who was
groping who, all I could feel were hands.

'Get 'em off,' Cal gasped as Pat and myself pushed him onto the bed. He lay
there with his trademark grin on his face as randy Pat and just as randy me
(or is it I, who fuckin' cares) lurked and slavered at the end of the
bed. We were like a pair of mongrels on heat. A glance for each other and
we were onto our own little chunk of S Club 8 like a plague of locusts,
well, a pair of locusts at least.

Pat was performing like a sub teen tart, he was all ooohs and aaahs as we
denuded our Cal (I like that, good bitta English). Needless to say he was
wearing white CKs and as we spread him out on the bed he copped a case of
the giggles as Pat and myself began to kiss and munch him to a supper
stiffy. Pat ran his lips over the leaking bulge in Calvin's pants whilst we
both tried to undress each other with the laughing Calvin assisting.

The end of it was that Calvin took me into his mouth, I screwed myself
around and took Pat's thick cock into my mouth and Pat still grinning like
a Chinese chipmunk swallowed Calvin's stiffness whole with the clear
intention of never letting go for the reminder of eternity. That little
Chinky prick was really taken with young Mister Goldspink and I thought he
had the hots for me. Never mind.

I gently fucked into Calvin's hot mouth and he grinned at me with a faceful
of cock, he raised his eyebrows in a question and I just nodded, not long
now. Pat's cock had thickened up and his hairless balls were tight, I was
about to have a double cum, juice out and juice in, seemed reasonable.

I saw Calvin's face nearly split in a huge grin with my stiffy in the
middle and then I heard Pat gobbling and choking before his dark golden
cock twiched in my mouth and I too was swallowing a huge offering of
Chinese boy spunk. Calvin finished it off by tickling my balls until I
spurted into his mouth. Three very happy bunnies.

We huddled, cuddled and generally nattered in the afterglow. Pat was
looking at Calvin like a moon struck loon (is that right?). My little
Chinese Cracker had a little love job going there right enough. Tell ya, if
he got up Calvin I'd be up his Chinese botty like a bloody rocket.

We talked forever, Calvin told us about the gigs he'd done and how he was
geting pissed off at never getting a minute to himself, a recent spat with
Arron and a long running feud with Jay who we all decided we didn't like. I
expect this was down to him upsetting our baby doll more than anything else
but there you go.

'So, who do I get to fuck,' Calvin looked at the ceiling and waved his
reawakening dicky about not that there was too much to wave, Pat certainly
outranked him on the size issue. We both looked at him in surprise. Who was
he gonna fuck? What was he ..... silly.

'Excuse me,' I looked at him and gave Pat a crafty wink.

'Come on boys, you're fans. I'm the fucking star.'

'Really?' Pat put on his posh voice. 'You Mr Calvin Goldenbollocks are at
our mercy.'

'You think so?' Calvin gave his cheesy grin. 'If I let myself be fucked by
a Chinese Chicken I'd be so ashamed .........' he burst into laughter, he
couldn't keep it up. 'Try this kids,' he flushed and actually looked
embarassed. 'Lie flat Pat, my love.'

Pat obeyed, I think he was as surprised as I was at Cal's change of tome.

'Got any lube?'

'Yeah,' I handed Cal the tube, by now we were all back to being hard again,
our popster was upto something.

'This is gonna cost you two fucks,' Cal grinned and lubed up Pat's jutting
hardness until it gleamed like a gleamy thing. Be fair, I didn't pass in
English Language. Cal turned around and oiled me up so I was in the same
state as Pat, hard up and hungry and the meal on offer was jumping about
oiling one of us and wanking the other. I saw his hand move to his bottom
and he annointed himself.

'I kneel over Pats chest. you put a couple of pillows under Pat's very
tasty bottom forcing his middle up as far as you can get it.'

I'd lost the plot but complied so that Pat was laying flat but not really
his pelvis and his privates were up in the air.

'Shuffle upto him so that your dicks are as near as you can get them,' Cal
groaned teasing Pat by running his knob over my pals lips. Pat was trying
desperately to capture Cal's knob but Cal was playing.

'Orrite,' I shuffled up tight to Pat's crotch and managed to hold our two
cock's together although I could hardly get my hands around the combined
girth. 'You won't do it,' I burst out, I'd finally seen what Calvin was
upto, he had to be bloody mad.

'Wanna bet,' Calvin grinned over his shoulder. He raised himself into a
crouch and flathanded the 'van's wall to stop tumbling from the shaky bed
and then he started to lower his hips.

I held my erection and Pat's tightly, it was up to Calvin we had no room
for movement at all.

'You won't do it, Cal,' Pat had also finally sussed out what the popster
from hell had in mind.

'You reckon?' Calvin's sweet bottom brushed up against our combined glans
and he seemed frightened.

'You done this before, Cal?'

'Nah,' he grunted and I grabbed his hips supporting some of his
weight. 'First time for everything.'

'Silly fucker, you gonna hurt yourself.' That was Pat and I know he wasn't
being offensive to Cal he was just worried. Threeway sex is one thing but a
stunt like this......

'Jeeeeezus,' Cal moaned as our combined greased glans met his sphincter and
stretched it, stretched it and they started to force their way into his
body.

'No way, man,' Pat tried to wriggle free but Calvin dropped another inch
and we were both trapped in his vicelike tunnel. I swear I could hear it
stretch to accomodate two cocks. Now I was Mr Average Schooly but Pat was
Mr Above Average and Calvin must have been suffering.

'That's better,' Calvin was steadily sinking onto our pubics and now he'd
started to move up and down. 'Yeah, that is so much better.' Amazingly he
laughed and started to move up and down faster. Pat and I tried to blend
together as this kid bobbed up and down on our mixed meats.

'Jeez, Cal you are some sort of maniac,' I held his hips until he stopped
moving and took a breather.

'This is such a buzz, he gasped. 'But I think a one off is enough.'

'Ooh, I dunno,' Pat giggled and I felt his cock move against mine as he
pushed upwards into Cal's warmth It was incredibly erotic to have someone's
cock moving against your own, mind you I still wanted to try that docking
I'd read about on Nifty, that sounded fun.  Anyway, back to Cal here I was
with my legs at a most uncomfortable angle sorta scrunged upto Pat and what
felt like half a ton of wriggling schooly perched on our cocks. Thank God,
he'd started to bob up and down again. I could feel heat in my nuts so I
knew I was on the verge of blowing but I still couldn't move. Mind you Pat
was making vague motions and Cal was going up and down like a yo-yo.

Oh my Gawd,' I head Pat wail and then the incredible pulsing of his cock on
mime and then the warmth of his cum squirting and surrounding our encased
penises.

I nearly passed out as I felt my own hardness as if it had a life of it's
own spasm and jet my spunk in alongside Pat's. Cal just laughed and pumped
up and down until we went limp and it just got to messy. It was pigpen
time, Calvin rolled off us cackling like a bloody hen and Pat and I stared
at each other and closed our eyes. This wannabe pop idol was a bloody
sadist and a fuckin' freak, two at once, even I've never tried that one
out.

'Whatta buzz,' Calvin gave us his trademark grin, a bit like a clown on
speed. 'You two cum tons.'

'Yeah,' Pat laughed and rolled out guest over. 'You'd better go and abort.'

'Yeah I suppose,' Cal tottered to his feet and headed to the small
bathroom.

'He didn't cum,' I grinned at Pat.

'And?'

'Sounds like tickle, suck and fuck time.'

'Who does what?' Poor ol' Pat was puzzled.

'Heads or tails for who sits on his little dicky.'

'Gotta coin? Pat laughed.

The Goldspink monster was back ten minutes later looking quite adorable and
pretty squeaky clean. 'Cor thats better,' he looked down at us on the
bed. 'Whatta crap ......'

'Shut up' Calvin.' I think we spoke together. 'Come here.' Pat added and
Cal quite willingly fell on the bed between us to be assaulted by a pair of
fruity young campers. It was fun time again and it was Calvin's turn yet
again to provide the bonding between Pat and myself.

'Hope you didn't have a wank in the bathroom,' I looked at Cal and dropped
Pat a wink.

'Don't need to with youse two here,' Cal grinned and allowed himself to be
spread out on the bed like a starfish. Then we started, me kissing him and
giving little nibbles to his nose and ears and for some reason Pat started
licking his feet and sucking his toes. My little Chinese pot noodle had a
bit of a fetish I didn't know about, I stored that in the memory bank for
when I really had stinky feet which was most of the time as it happened.

Predictably once Cal got a bit restless I started on his throat and moved
onto his chest and his dark brown nipples and Pat started licking up his
legs heading for Cal Central, sounds like a railway station, dunnit?
Anyway, Pat's headed North and I'm running due South. We met you know
where, Pat munched on Cal's furry scrotum and I settled for his stumpy
cock. Well it wasn't all that stumpy but it was shorter than mine and mine
was well outsized by Pat's crispy noodle or was it a vegetable roll,
anyway, it tasted yummy, believe me.

Cal was good and hard and when I actually got to perch on it (I'd won the
toss). I settled down just slipping over his hot hardness and smiling down
at the expression of pure bliss on his handsome schooly face.

'Yeah, nice one, Phil.' Cal started pumping up into me as I slowly moved up
and down on his penis. I was so slippery with sweat that it was easy, no
pain just sheer pleasure. What could be better, a handsome little teeny
popster pumping my rear and the best looking Chinese kid on the block
kneeling astride Calvin's head feeding his cock into Calvin's mouth and
kissing me with his butterfly kisses.

I hoped Calvin liked the taste of his own bottom, not quite my cup of meat
but as they say: Different queens, different scenes.It didn't take our Cal
too long, he was huffing and puffing around Pat's super stiffy and he came
in hot bursts into my pretty messy interior. As he did Pat slipped his cock
free and did his usual massive spunky spurty all over Cal's face and
chest. I slipped off with a bellyload of Cal (squishy fanny time again) and
Pat and I fell on our guest snogging and cuddling. It was all over for the
time being, we were all well fucked as Mr Shakespeare would have said.

'So,' Cal whispered when we all calmed down a bit. 'Met anyone here yet?'

'Coupla schoolies yesterday and a couple earlier on,' Pat boasted.

'Oh shit,' Cal grinned. 'Proper schookids?'

'They weren't cardboard cutouts,' I grinned. 'Little dickies and little
bubble butts........'

'Jeeeezus,' Cal gave a howl. 'You gotta fix me up mateys.'

'What about up your end?' Pat looked at me. 'We try and get a couple from
the school and you sort someone out.'

'Could do,' Cal looked thoughtful. 'What about if I fix Jeremy for you two
and you fix me a pair of schoolies.' He was talking like kids do about
exchanging comic books or something.

'Interesting,' Pat drawled and looked at me. 'Phil?'

'Let's go for it. Paul and Martin?'

'Gary and Jimmy?'

'Stan and Eric?'

'Any-fuckin-one,' Calvin howled.

'Gary and Jimmy,' I decided.

'They'll do,' Pat laughed. 'Seconds anybody?'



					THE END
					 for now




AUTHOR'S NOTE

I had intended to wrap this one up but it seems to totter on. The thing is
that although Mick and Philip are supposed to be lovers they are very
'casual' lovers which gives me loads of leeway to bring in Pat, the Chinese
boy and the dreaded Calvin G ..... or anybody else for that matter. So,
having said all that I feel LIFE WITH PHILIP seems to have gained a life of
it's own. I'm quite sure it will bumble along for quite a bit, just like
young Philip seems to drift through life.

And for any nerdies/anoraks/Corrie fans that write to complain that Philip
never ages: He's based on a boy I know BUT HE'S NOT THAT BOY, HE'S IN MY
MIND.

Long live Philip, maybe in shorter Chapters.

Finally I should dedicate the whole series to the unknown model whose
pictures I nicked to be 'my Philip.' A round of applause for the young man
please.

No pix with this one although I am refreshing the original LwP Pix Folder

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