Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2004 02:46:33 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Life with Philip

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.

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LIFE WITH PHILIP - 7


Philip and Patrick at Vale - 2

by

G. Cutter.



Hi guys, Philip still doing the narrative (I got that out of a book). I'll
let Pat have another go later.

I woke up at the crack of dawn, snoring from one side and gentle wheezing
from the other. Calvin G. the Popster from Hell had absolutely pigged out
last night as had Pat my little Chinese Cracker, mind you I wasn't feeling
too bright myself. I hadn't heard Micky and Lou come in last night so they
may even still be out. I seem to remember it was supposed to be orgy day
today, God know's what yesterday was supposed to be, maybe training
day. Talk about fuck and be fucked, we'd done so much dirty sex last night
the place was rotten. Ignoring the sleeping beauties I got from the bed and
wobbled out to the small toilet and bathroom in the centre of the 'van. I
peered into Micky's end but the bed was empty, the big 'uns must have
clicked somewhere. I suspect Eugene and his mate may have had something to
do with it.

Being a Christian, after I'd cleaned myself up a bit I made mugs of tea and
returned to my chums. I had glanced at the clock in the kitchen and it was
barely six thirty, now that's a hell of a time to be up and about when
you're on holiday especially when it was a Monday. Anyway, I'm up,
everyone's up, not a bad motto for an early bird. Not that I'm a bird I
hasten to mention, I am a very butch sixteen year old. (Mick the Dick
typing all this said 'You must be fuckin' joking,').

Anyway, back at the gay brothel for stray fifteen year olds I made enough
racket to wake the Babes in the Woods and presented them with teas. My
normally well turned out Chinese chum Pat looked like the wreck of the
Titanic and Calvin looked like Worsel Gummidge with the wrong head on
(Britkid's TV joke that one).

'High guys,' I said brightly drawing the curtains and admitting the weak
morning sunshine.

'Fuck off,' Calvin groaned and slid under the duvet probably hunting for
Pat's dick.

'Hello.' Pat was a bit more sociable although he did look like a refugee
from MAD Magazine. 'What time is it?'

'Six thirty.'

'You bloody maniac,' he too slid under the covers and a second later I
heard giggles, the sluts were at it already.

'I'm going to the shower block, your teas are on the side.'

'You'll get kidnapped,' one of them said followed by another round of
giggles.

'Not at this time on a Monday I won't,' I said confidently as I grabbed a
big towel. I'd had a clean up and I still felt rotten, I just hoped the
water was hot, icy showers are not this butch boy's scene if you get my
drift. God know's what it was like in that bed, stinky would be an
understatement it was probably foul. We did need to air the beds later, I
put that top of my list for things to do, sorry, for Pat to do, he was the
menial in our setup.

Anyway, I confidently stepped out onto the dewy grass and it was so cold, I
scurried over to the shower block at flank speed. First things first, a
second major clearout in comfort, I was delighted to feel that the air was
warm so the boilers must be on.

I stripped down and in spite of the warmth shivered, it was spooky on your
own. I did the brave thing, turned the shower on and then jumped in and out
testing it with my hand until I felt the warmth working through, a few
minutes later it was steaming. I was all soaped up and really enjoying
myself when I heard the door go and the padding of footsteps, I was dying
to see who it was but I had a load of soap in my eyes.

'Yum, yum.' A rasping voice sounded very near.

Oh, Jeez. I was all on my ownsome and the only perv in Cornwall had decided
to pay a visit, could even be an axe murderer.

'Vey nice.' The same raspy voice but vaguely familiar I wondered if it was
one of the seventeen year olds from the last time Pat and I were in here. I
felt hands grasp my hips.

'Fuck off. Leave me alone,' I squeaked.

'Ho, ho.' This loony did a Father Christmas impersonation, I felt hardness
press against my crack. I was in deep doodoo, I managed to get the soap
from my eyes but they were stinging so much I couldn't see.

'Fuck off, please,' I heard myself whimper.

'I thought you loved me,' I felt lips on my wet neck.

'Micky, you bastard,' I'd nearly shit myself and he was laughing. 'You
absolute bastard.' I snuggled back against his naked body and felt his hand
move across my belly and gently handle my flaccid cock. Tell ya, you'd be
flaccid as well.

''The others are getting sorted, they'll be around ten minutes,' Mick
whispered. I felt his hardness slip up between my buns and his swollen
glans nudge at my pucker.

'You bastard,' I whimpered as I began to harden up and I felt his hot
maleness slip into me with all it's familiarity and the love that I knew he
had for me. I snuggled back onto him as he began to make love with long
hard strokes, nearly pulling out and then thrusting back hard and deep.

'No place like home,' Micky was giving me a slow wank and munching my neck
like it was breakfast.

We nearly had a heart attack as the door crashed open only to be followed
by Pat telling someone to jam it shut. Micky resumed his fuck and I leaned
back into his movements once more.

'Ooh, look at these two.' Calvin giggled and I saw him disappear into the
changing room, Pat peered in and grinned and finally Lou looked around the
corner and gave me a sour look. I expect he'd reserved Micky for breakfast,
bugger him, I got there first. I heard a load of mumbling from next door
and then the they were in with us. I was quite pleased they left us alone
as I knew my Micky was gonna cum pretty soon and I didn't want it spoilt.

They must have planned it. As soon as they were in and soaped up Calvin and
Pat forced Lou to his knees and then into the doggy mode and there didn't
seem to be too much forcing going on. Calvin was into Lou like a ferret up
a rabbit hole and Pat fed his hardness into his brother's mouth.

Now that is totally disgusting, he'd been fucking all night and he just
whacked it into his brother's gob just like that. His fuckin' brother
..... for God's sake. I sprayed my juice onto Pat's back as he was kneeling
right in front of me as Micky spunked me in hot jets which made the little
fanny quiver. I clamped my bottom on his penis and wriggled back onto him
as he kissed and kissed.

'Do love you so much, Flip.'

'Ditto.' What else could I say to the man.

We gently slid apart and resumed a lazy shower watching the grunting mass
on the floor until they reached their various climaxes and peeled off from
each other.

'Take the thingy out of the door in case anyone wants to come in,' Lou
spoke to Pat and Pat obliged like a good kid bro.

'Wanna come up the big house for breakfast?' Calvin beamed, back on form as
the every cheerful young popster.

'Will they let us in?' Mick looked a bit doubtful.

'They'll welcome you with open arms,' Calvin confidently
predicted. 'Especially Philip and Pat, dunno about you two wrinklies,' he
giggled like a fuckin' girl.

'They can only ask us to leave,' Lou spoke being unusually brave for him.

'Anyway,' Calvin pointed his fingers like a gun at Pat and myself. 'We have
business. Two schoolies in trade for Peter Pan.'

To cut a long story short we were on our way upto the mystery Main House
after Calvin had phoned and got us clearance. We passed the quarry and took
a fork to the south, apparently this led onto the estate the other road
went off to the school and the playing fields.

This estate was huge and bundled into a Transit we didn't get to see much
of it as Micky, Lou and Calvin were in the front and the peasants were in
the back. We eventually got to the so called Main House and it was huge,
like a rather tatty stately home, there were two guys sitting on the steps
in the sun who got to their feet as we rolled up with a bang and a cloud of
smoke.

'Voila, Puff the Tragic Dragon,' Calvin giggled as he opened the door.

These two were lookers, one was clearly a Paki or maybe an Indian but there
was a good dollop of Euro in there somewhere, funnily enough he looked like
a Redskin (sorry, native American I mean) and he turned out to be called
Lou which was going to confuse things ( think a young Lou Diamond Philips
guys; Author). The other was the reverse. Fair haired a bit of a hard nut
and noticeably sporting a major sausage in his tight jeans, he was called
Kevin and he was probably early twenties like the other guy ( think a young
Kevin Bacon; Author ..... come on, I can't keep feeding you).

I think to the surprise and delight of us all these rather severe types
both smiled when they saw us tumble out of the van and went into a mass
handshake, very English.

'Come in, come in,' their Lou ushered us into the big joint where it was
considerably cooler.

'Office first,' Kevin chipped in and their Lou took us to a room that
reminded me slightly of a headmaster's study. I wondered vaguely if they
had canes in one of the big drawers.

He waved us to a sofa and scattered chairs and we all perched, he sat
behind a big desk and Kevin stationed himself like a good Deputy Dawg does.

'Got to welcome you all,' Lou started. 'To get it straight we have Mick and
Lou and then we have Philip and Patrick.' At least he'd got the names right
at the first hit.

'Calvin has apparently told you all about us which was a bit naughty of
him,' Kevin spoke and scowled at our diminutive popster. 'So we can't let
you leave, maybe a blazing Tranny might do the trick.'

'Yeah, Transit vans are death traps,' Lou looked at our shocked faces and
then both the pricks burst out laughing.

'The look on your faces,' Kevin chortled.

'Drinks kids,' Lou stood up and walked to a door and opened it to display a
freezer. 'Nice chilled white wine, something light.' We all nodded, Mick
and Lou were the drinkers not us boys.

'Well you know the score,' Lou sat down again and carried on once we were
sipping this rather tasty gear. 'This place is very secret squirrel and
before we go any further we need you to agree to complete secrecy.'

'No probs,' Mick grinned, Lou followed him and Pat and I sat nodding like
those doggy things geriatrics have in the back of their cars. The're coming
back into fashion now by the way, I like them anyway.

'And we need a proof of your good faith,' Kevin grinned.

'Like?' This was Mick.

'You stay overnight, you make a contribution to our little firm, our little
operation.' Kevin looked at us all. 'Wanna hear more?'

'Go on,' Mick seemed to have declared himself our spokesman, suited me, he
was my man anyway.

'I want you,' Kevin stared straight at our Lou, our Lou grinned straight
back. No probs there.

'You can keep me company,' Lou behind the desk smiled at my Micky.

'I can handle that,' Micky grinned. The slut.

'Gotta job for Philip,' Kevin looked at me. 'I've got an eighteen year old
chef who's been hassling me for a playmate and I owe him.'

'A chef? I sniffed.  Things had suddenly gone downmarket.

'Very nice, good looker and gotta big dick,' Kevin laughed. 'Goes both
ways.......'

'I'll try anything once,' I smiled back at him feeling a little
better. Gotta be better than sleeping alone I suppose.

'Patrick,' Lou the desk took on the chat. 'A kid called Jeremy Sumter has
been asking us for an exotic ..... I think you're it.'

'Jeremy....' Pat's eyes glazed and an incredibly stupid grin appeared on
his face. My little pot noodle had just grown wings and was headed for his
own version of heaven.

'I'll take that as a yes,' Lou the desk laughed.

'And finally.....'  Kevin took up the chat again. 'You boys are going to
fix up Calvin with a pair of schoolies?'

'Yeah,' I got in on the action. 'We need to get to the quarry to chat the
lads up but I wouldn't think there's the slightest chance of them getting
to stay overnight.'

'No probs,' Kevin looked at me. 'One of our security guys can drive you
down. If you get two organised, bring them back. We can feed them and we
can get them overnight leave, believe it.'

'How you gonna get them overnight passes?' Calvin butted in.

'We've got contacts with the school,' Kevin grinned. 'Very firm contacts.'

'All sorted then,' Calvin laughed. 'Do I get to go on the kiddy hunt?'

'Up to you,' Lou looked at him. 'I suggest you keep in the back of the
Landrover until the boys have done their chatting up as you might have to
flash your face to convince the kiddies.'

'Let's go,' Calvin hopped to his feet. 'How's James?' He turned to Lou the
desk.

'Shacked up with one of our chamberbois.'

'Yeah, yeah,' Calvin laughed and punched the air.

'What's a chamberboi?' Our Lou looked mystified.

'Same as a chambermaid only with a dick?' I guessed.

'Got it in one, young Philip,' Kevin laughed. 'We'll get you a landrover
and guard and then we can give the your oldies a tour and catch up around
midday for lunch.'

'What about the chef?' I asked.

'You'll meet him at lunch,' Kevin grinned. 'You can have him for afters.'

Kevin reached past Lou and picked the phone up, a moment later we learnt
that one of the landrovers would be outside the house in five minutes flat
for the boyhunt.

'Who's James,' I whispered to Calvin.

'You know, James Bourne from Busted.'

'Oh, that James,' I said calmly. James Bourne, he is sooooo dishy, this
could turn out to be the holiday of the century. Probably five minutes
after the first five minutes we were bumping down the dirt track on our way
back to the quarry having left Lou and Micky up the Main House having a
guided tour.

We got lucky, it was turning into a lovely hot day with just a hint of a
breeze, there were only a pair of couples in the water but there must have
been a further dozen kids milling about either just nattering or kicking a
variety of balls about. The driver parked up out of the way, incidently the
driver was a bit of a dish, he'd told us on the way down that he was ex
Navy and twenty two, not bad for a wrinkly.

Luckily I sighted the dark buzz cut kid Jimmy with the big dick and his
smaller chum Gary paddling down the far end and skimming stones perilously
close to the swimmers. Bored boys are dangerous I can tell you that, it
seemed a good idea to rescue them before they got into trouble.  I
meandered over to them and the driver closed in with the ever eager Cal
trying to see who we had targeted.

'Hi, guys,' I peeled my trainers off and Pat followed. 'Whatch doing.'

'Wasting time,' Jimmy grinned and kicked water at his chum, Gary squealed
like a little girl.

'Gotta young pop star who wants fuckin' and suckin.'  Pat has no sense of
finesse at all.

'Oi, slant eyes tells pork pies,' Jimmy crowed. 'Methinks Nippon man want
schooly meat ..... again.'

'I ain't a fuckin Jap.' Pat snarled.

''Cool it kiddies,' I interrupted before they started a free for
all. 'Calvin Goldspink.'

'From S Club 8?' Jimmy looked at me in disbelief, Gary's jaw made a soggy
thump as it hit his kneecaps.

'How many Calvins are there?'

'You're taking the piss,' Jimmy's boarding school veneer tended to peel off
quite easily I noticed.

'Just suppose .... would you be interested in him, a nice meal and then
maybe something a bit nearer the knuckle.'

'Nearer the knuckle,' Jimmy grinned. 'Yeah, we'll have some of that
..... if it were true. But as you're having us on we'll go with you two,
you didn't have to go through all this bollocks.'

'Both of you, go and look in that landrover there.'

'That's from the Estate.'

'Go and look inside,' I repeated.'

They both gave myself and Pat doubting looks and padded across the sand and
scruff grass. Pat and myself followed at a distance.

The next thing I knew was that there was a load of hooting and hollering
and I saw Calvin get from the rear of the motor and they were all standing
there yakking away waving their arms around just like a session of the
Italian Parliament.

'Success,' I grinned at Pat as we wandered over.

'Now for Peter Pan,' he gloated.

'Now for a bloody chef,' I gloomed. Still, you couldn't win them all the
time.

It was at this stage that I was going to let Pat write the bit about his
day with Jeremy Sumpter but he reckons it was a disaster and he'd rather I
continued. Apparently Peter Pan was just that, he wanted fucking, fucking
and then more fucking, Pat reckoned the kid was a raving queen, he was only
fourteen and all he did was get his head down and his bum in the air and
that was it.

So, it seems I've got to tell you about my young chef, Claude, who turned
out to be bit of pretty hot stuff or at least I thought so. When we got
back to the main house Calvin and his brace of gigglers disappeared
upstairs and Pat was whisked off to meet Mr Sumpter for what he thought was
a day of sex. I was told that the chef had one of the small cottages around
the back of the main house. He had been sharing but had fallen out with his
fellow tenant and now had the place to himself. I rather gathered that the
guy who had moved out had been released as he didn't really fit in. Knowing
this set up I wouldn't be surprised if he was in the English Channel
wearing a pair of concrete wellies.

Kevin the Deputy Boss took me around to meet my companion for the remainder
of the day and if we got on OK, the night as well.

'Hello Claude,' Kevin smiled at the boy who opened the door at his
knock. Not a bad looker, round about my height, really thick shiny black
hair ..... that was the thing you noticed first.

'Come in, Kev,' Claude waved his hand inviting us both in, he looked at me
with interest and I returned his stare. Yeah, I could handle this one no
trouble.

'Well you're getting money for nothing, Claude. You can do something for us
now.' Kevin didn't waste his time with words that was for sure.

'Whatcha got for me?' Claude hovered by the window still sparing me the
ocassional glance.

'Philip's friends are all working for the common cause as you might say,'
Kevin grinned at me and continued. 'I need someone to look after Phil for
the day and maybe at the night.'

'Look after him?'

'You know,' Kevin smiled. 'You're after a change from 'kitchen' to 'social'
now's your chance to get a bit of practice in.

'Oh, right.'

'I'll leave you to get acquainted then,' Kevin was on his feet and
gone. Just like one of those pantomime things, a flash and a bang and he
was away.

'He didn't waste any time,' I looked around the small lounge, nothing posh
but nice and comfy all the same.

'He never does,' Claude sat down and motioned for me to sit. 'How old are
you?'

'Sixteen, just.'

'And I've got to look after you,' Claude grinned and virtually licked his
chops, I could see the cogs in his brainbox spinning.

'Yeah, I don't think he means childminding,' I spoke out, I thought I'd
better get the record straight, I didn't want to be playing football all
afternoon.

'Well, you're not a guest so what are you doing up here. After a job?'

'Nah,' I laughed. 'We're friends with Calvin Goldspink and we finished up
here, were on holiday in fact down the road in the caravan park.'

'Never heard of him,' Claude smiled. 'Is he a star or something?'

'Well, maybe one of these days,' I stretched my legs out and relaxed. I
just wanted to see this kid with his clothes off, mind you I say kid, I
reckon he was probably around eighteen or so. 'I'm a bit yeuch, I could use
a bath or a shower.' Now's there's bold for you. Little ol' moi soaped up
usually gets those with the inclination going.

'Well,' Claude said. 'We can get cleaned up and eat in the cafeteria or
skip it and lounge around and settle for pigging out at dinner.'

'The second sounds pretty good,' I had the funny feeling that if I got into
bed with this guy I wouldn't want to get out in a hurry, anyway, I wasn't
hungry. 'Getting cleaned up and lounging around I mean.'

'Sounds fun to me too,' he grinned and stood, I'll show you the
bathroom. He led off and I trailed studying his firm bottom on the
way. Yeah, he'd do me for the afternoon and maybe the evening.

'I suppose I'd better leave you to it, I suppose,' he turned to
leave. 'Course you can always gimme a shout if you want a hand.'

'Gimme a hand,' I grinned the invitation and he cracked a bit smile.

'Yummy, yummy, you really are tasty,' he grabbed my hips and pulled me in.

'Ain't so bad yourself, Claude my man,' I pressed my groin into his and
felt his hardness against my own. Yeah, we'd get on OK. I felt his hand
slip down the back of my baggy jeans and then the brush of his dry lips on
mine. I puckered up and kissed him and then allowed his flickering tongue
to slip into my mouth. I felt the top button of my jeans go and then the
coolness as they made their way south.

'What say we do the bath thing later,' he husked. 'Let's test out the bed.'

Not very original but his heart was in the right place. I tugged up my
jeans again and gave him a gentle shove. 'Lead on, lover.'

The bedroom was only across the small hall from the bathroom and there
wasn't much in it other than a huge bed built for entaining I reckon, a
small sofa and the usual bed backing of cupboards and whatnot, he flopped
onto the sofa and looked up at me, I sat down with him and he put his arm
around me.

He idly picked up a magazine and I saw that it was the usual crap, the
naked 'twinks' style from the States or Europe, all muscles and lard
arses. Twinks with hairy chests and bald heads ..... be bloody fair.

'Funny old twinks.' I grinned at him, I wouldn't have thought you were a
bear sorta person.

'I'm not, it was my ex sharer,' he copped me around the neck and reeled me
in for another of his sweet kisses. 'You're much more my style.'

'Good,' I sucked my breath in as he pulled the zip down again and delved
inside fishing out my stiffy.

'Yummy.' It seemed to be his favourite word. He gave me a final smile and
ducked his head. I arched my back and sighed as I pushed the hips up a
little and felt his hot mouth engult my cock and his strong hands slip
inside the back of my jeans and briefs and clasp my buns.

Gawd, he sucked so well, I had to stop him in the end otherwise I'd have
spurted into his mouth and I wanted the full monty, I wanted to see him
naked on the bed and then we could take it from there.

'Hang about,' I sorta fought him off me before I popped my clogs and got
between his knees and attacked his zip and then straight onto his briefs
extracting quite a thick chunk of man meat. Tell ya, it stretched the jaw a
bit but I managed it. It was the tastiest iron bar I'd sucked for a while,
not forgetting Micky, Pat, Calvin, Uncle Tom Cobley and all. I slowed down
a bit and teased him, as soon as he protested I went back to full suck
mode, if his heavy and quite hairy ball bag was anything to go by he could
produce enought to swim in.

'Enough,' he grunted and grinned at me. 'I know what I want right now.'

'Have I gotta guess?'

'Not really,' he stood and hoisted me to my feet. 'Wanna be my bitch
..... like right now.'

Gotta laugh. I did. I love it when some West Country kid tried to talk
gangsta crap. 'I wouldn't mind unilateral sex but I'm not anybody's bitch.'

'Orrite, orrite, we'll take turns.'

'Jeez,' I laughed at him. 'You've got all the charm of a bucket of slugs
..... but you've got a nice dick.' I jumped on the bed and nearly collapsed
the damn thing and he was in close pursuit.

'And you've got a nice arse,' he said as he started to rip my trousers
off. I know I was one tasty teenager but this kid was well over the top,
two minutes later he had me naked and was munching away on Phil Junior
again. Boy, he did a nice blow but I didn't want to cum in his mouth, I
wanted to take time, I was going to blow him, get him on top line and then
he could take me. After that I would do him, we could have supper or
whatever and then we could start all over again. How's that for a bit of Mr
Organisation. This was what was left of my summer holiday and I was going
to milk it for every drop I could get and you know exactly what I'm talking
about.

He was playing games with my cock, he was on the head one moment and then
deep throating the next, I could feel my nads uptight I could pop at any
moment so I reluctantly pushed him off and ducked onto his nipples wrapping
my hands around his erection.

'Ooooh,' he warbled and stroked my hair as I went lower and swiped my
tongue across his pee slit removing a pearl of thick precum, it tasted nice
and I took his slippery glans into my mouth and sucked. Sure enough I was
rewarded by an oozing of his thin juice. His balls were uptight and he was
ready. Just to spoil his mood I hopped up and looked down at his
disappointed face. Quickly stripping right off I jumped onto his bed and
got belly down.

'Come on then, Claudey. Do your bit.'

'Yeah,' he laughed and I heard him rip off his clothing and then the feel
of his smooth legs inside mine. I snuggled into the bed and stuck my tush
up in the air. Oh, yea, I don't know where he got the glop from but I felt
his oiled fingers slip between my cheeks and two fingers prod, probe and
then enter me quite smoothly. After all the recent fucks he could probably
have driven a London bus in there but I'd settle for the fingers ..... for
a few seconds. 'Yeah, nice and tight,' he worked his fingers in and out.

Dunno who he'd had sex with but if I was tight his last companion must have
been something on the farmyard animal style. I didn't argue I just let him
do the biz until I felt his swollen and oozing glans at my hole. He thrust
in and I pushed back, Jesus that boy had a fat cock, I groaned as he
started to move inside me gently fucking his way right in and then pressed
back onto his smooth belly and his crisp black pubics.

'My mate Bert would love you,' he whispered as he lay on me and gently
fucked giving a peculiar little twist at the end of each thrust, I could
feel his hot glans in about every corner of my gut, he was a good fucker.

'If he's as good as you, he's welcome,' I grinned and pushed up onto his
thrusts.

'I'll bring him around tonight.'

'Tired of me already?' I felt just a twinge of annoyance. For fuck's sake I
was doing the favours around here, I didn't have to go to bed with this
prick.

'No it's not that, Phil,' he breathed hotly in my ear and continued a
steady fucking. 'I've been invited around to one of the guests but I can't
let Kevin know it's a bit unofficial if you know what I mean.'

'Yeah,' I grunted as he took a rather hefty dig into the fanny. I didn't
know what the score was in this place but I'm all for a bit of variety,
anyway, at the end of the day I was Micky's boy and as a bonus Pat was my
part time lover. Sounds good that doesn't it.

'You'll like Bert,' he promised and started to pound me so hard I thought
he was trying to collapse the bed.

'Go on, harder,' I shoved up against him, he was on the edge and I could
feel his cock really get hard as he prepared to fire. Shit. He came like a
donkey, I wriggled and whined as his thick chunk of manmeat exploded in my
gut coating my back passage and cheeks with his thick white spunk.

'Ooooh,' he moaned as his hot juices pumped into my sweet bottom (Pat
suggested that bit).

'Jeez, you cum a gallon,' I giggled as he moved inside me with a sorta
slippery squelchy motion, he really had flooded me, I was afloat in his
cum, he must have been saving it up for a while.

'I am absolutely shagged,' he gasped and slowly withdrew and flopped
alongside me.

'Funny you should say that,' I laughed and rolled him onto his back and
hoisted his legs into the air. 'You meant you were about to be shagged
dontcha.'

'I reckon,' he grinned up at me and rested his legs on my shoulders as I
knelt and shuffled up close to his firm arse on my knees with my aching and
ever ready erection leading the way.

He screwed his face up as I located and gently pushed. I pushed harder and
his smooth pucker parted allowing my knob to enter his hot tightness. He
was a bit bigger than me in body mass but he was so tight he was good. I
slowly and carefully bottomed out until he was groaning and clutching me
like there was no tomorrow. I just hoped that his mate, Bert was half as
good. I was still a bit miffed but sod it, I was on a sexual holiday after
all, I may as well sample all the goodies.

'Yeah, go on, Phil,' he grabbed my hips as I started to pummel into his
tight tunnel. I could feel the familiar itch and he sudden heat
rising. It's getting to be like a volcano my dick, it just seems to pop
without any warning. I fucked him faster pushing him up the bed with every
thrust and he was loving it ..... so much for Mr Laid Back. 'Harder,' he
commanded as I slapped ten bells out of his tight fanny.

'Yessss.' I hissed as I speared him for the last time and then I just
flopped onto his sweaty body as my meat jerked and spurted a generous
helping of boy cum deep into his hot body.

'Aaaaah,' he warbled and lay there with a silly grin on his face as my cock
throbbed and pumped him full of my creamy spunk. Another satisfied customer
for yours truly. Claude was a happy bunny, he wriggled and moved around on
me squeezing his butt trying to milk me dry, I just lazily moved inside him
as I softened. I really was drained, shattered and knackered.

The rest of it was a bit of a haze. I was really worn out. I'd been up at
the crack of dawn after a pretty busy night. I'd then been attacked in the
showers by my main man and then the introduction to what appeared to be a
call boy centre for rich and bendy stars. As my pals were wont to say: 'All
too much for a white girl.'

I seem to remembering recovering my boxers for some reason and I slept to
be awoken considerably later. I noted that it was dark outside and the body
alongside me had it's back to me, I snuggled up against the warmth and
pushed my groin up tight, the Jolly Pink Giant was rising to the occasion
..... God, it's hell being a sex maniac.

Claude must have recovered his briefs sometime when I was snoozing
... spoilsport.

'Mmmm,' I nuzzled the back of his neck and suddenly realised, more hair,
bigger shoulders, I'd been gazumped.

'Keep it up,' a cockney voice murmurred.

'You alright with this?' I asked suddenly nervous, I might have finished
upo in bed with homophobe numero uno however unlikely that may be.

'Yeah, I love it,' the stranger giggled boyishly and turned in the bed to
face me. 'I'm Bert, pleased to meetcha.'

I burst out laughing. It was one thing to wake up in bed with a perfect
stranger but formal introductions .... come on!

'Phil,' I managed to get out between laughing.

'Yeah,' I know he grinned and without a by your leave kissed me fully on
the lips. Sod it, I opened my mouth and we did the tongue duet for a little
while.

'I'm starving,' I managed to get out when we parted.

'So,' he looked at me, 'Let's get dressed and we can go over and have a
snack and continue later.'

'Yeah, I'd like that,' I reassured him and felt what he had on offer. He
was almost fully hard and yes indeed, I would like that.

I was beginning to feel like the slut of the century but I couldn't give a
toss anymore. Everyone around me seemed to be on a sex fest, why not me?

We got dressed and Bert escorted me to the Main House, we went in a door at
the back and down a small passage into a small cafeteria. There was a good
looking kid togged up in chef's whites behind the counter who quickly
sorted us out a meal which looked pretty much like the leftovers but who
cared, it was all eatable. The kid turned out to be called Jimmy, a bit of
a long lump of string, gangly but sweet in a way. The thing I noticed was
that he had huge feet and you know what they say about kids with big feet.

Anyway, Jimmy sat down with us and sucked a Lucozade whilst we ate, he gave
us a running commentary on the celebs he'd met during the day. Calvin
Goldspink, did we know him? Gotta be joking, Jimmy boy. James Bourne from
Busted, did we know him? Jeremy Sumpter from Peter Pan, did we know him?  A
cracking little Chinese kid from the Caravan Park ....... seemed that Pat
had made an impression. Boy, this kid was Mr Gossip but he was nice.

Bert caught my eye and grinned, I fancied Bert was reading me like a book.

'Seven inches,' Bert spoke through a mouthload of lettuce.

'What is?' I smiled politely. What the hell was he on about.

'Jimmy is.'

'Oh, Bert you prick,' Jimmy went bright red and made a hurried exit.

'Ten out of ten for charm, Bert,' I grinned at him. 'He's rather nice all
the same.

'Cute butt,' Bert informed me leaving no doubt that he and Jimmy were or
had been pretty well acquainted. 'Come eat up, I'll show you the bar.'

Great I wanted food and sex and this guy wanted to go on a pub crawl. That
was my mistake by the way, the bar was in the next room and it was equiped
with a pool table and a dart board. Jimmy was there talking to the barman
who was a youth more than a man and there were two security guys playing
pool, one of them was the one who had driven us around earlier. I wouldn't
have thought there was anyone in the place older than twenty five. God only
knew where all the famous guests were, probably all shagging their little
hearts out.

Just then Pat wandered in with Peter Pan in tow. I recognised the kid
immediately, he was fuckin' gorgeous and Pat looked absolutely
shagged. Jeremy went to the bar and Pat made a beeline for me.

'This kid's all bottom, bottom, bloody bottom,' he hissed at me sparing
Bert a glance but otherwise ignoring him. 'I'm drained,' he moaned. 'He
doesn't stop.'

'I'll make it upto you tomorrow,' I laughed.

'Fat chance,' Pat scowled. 'I'm going to sleep for a week after this.'

Jeremy came over with a couple of soft drinks and draped his arm
possessively around Pat's shoulder. Bert and I got the hint, Miss Pan was a
paying customer after all, we made hurried excuses and left them to it.

'Nine o'clock's a bit early,' Bert looked at his watch. 'I gotta have a
word with Jimmy, apologise or something,' he stood and walked to the bar.

I sat and sipped my drink, I really did want to get out of there and get
back to bed, I could feel my eyelids droop, I needed to get some rest.

'You look tired,' Bert grinned as he returned and sat down.

'I am,' I admitted. 'Jimmy OK?'

'Yeah,' Bert smiled. 'I had to bribe him.'

'Howso?' I wasn't all that interested.

'I asked him around about midnight when he's finished his duty and had a
shower.'

'Aw, Jeez,' I moaned and looked at Bert. 'You bastard.' I was going to
finish up just as shagged as my pal Pat but for different reasons, he'd
have a worn out dick and I'd have a slightly tattered bum ..... great fun.

We went back to the Claude's place and thankfully Claude was still missing
doing his bit of moonlighting I suppose.

'Bed?' Bert suggested quite cheerfully.

'I suppose,' I was trying to make the best of it but I was truly worn out,
I was even beginning to feel that I was actually going off sex. However
Bert soon put all that right. He was into foreplay, a bit like myself and
Mick or even Pat, he wasn't a crash bang wallop merchant like Claude, he
took his time, stacks of snogging and petting. Did I say that at the end of
it all we did fuck and fucked pretty well but it was enjoyable and nice. In
fact, I preferred Bert to Claude but what's one amongst many.

We were laying in the dark in the afterglow as it were, Bert smoked so he
was sucking his coffin nail and we had the radio on very low so that you
could barely hear it and it was silent outside. There was the faint sound
of rain on the roof but who cared we weren't in it, we were warm and cosy
in our bed, hopefully Claude wasn't going to re-appear and spoil things.

'Shit,' I sat up on the bed. I'd just heard a couple of knocks on the door.

'Jimmy, I hope,' Bert grinned at me his teeth flashing in the gloom.

'Fuck it, I'd forgotten all about him,' I smiled wanly. God, much more of
this and I'd be decamping to a bloody monastery or should it be a nunnery
.... what do they call one for gays, anyway?

Bert got from the bed in his naked glory and tottered to the door, I heard
mumbling and lanky Jimmy came into the bedroom shaking an umberella of all
things.

'Cheers,' I dived under the bedding as he shook the bloody thing scattering
ice cold droplets all over the place.

'Get your kit off and hop in.' I heard Bert say through the bedding before
I felt his slightly chilled form snuggled in again. I cuddled him awaiting
our sleeping partner. Sleep, that's got to be a joke. The next thing that
happend was that I felt a naked and slender form wriggling between us in
the bed, needless to say this form was sporting a hardon and was
immediately siezed by both myself and Bert.

'Guess what?' Jimmy seemed unconcerned that he was being attacked front and
rear, he was too keen to have a gossip.

'Go on,' Bert answered wearily, I guess he was uptight onto Jimmy's back
because as sure as Hell I had charge of the front of the young chef. I was
gently fondling his erection but he was excited about something else as
well.

'I got chatted up by James of Busted.' he spoke like St Peter had taken
time off from the Pearly Gates and had a word in his ear.

'James Bourne' I asked in spite of myself.

'Who else,' he answered impatiently. 'He asked me if I was social or
domestic.'

'And?'

'I told him that I was domestic but I was willing,' Jimmy tittered and
reached out and grabbed my own half hard cock and about time too.

'What he means .....' Bert spoke over Jimmy's shoulder. 'Is that people who
work here and aren't involved in the sex scene are called domestic, those
who do a turn are called social.'

'Aaah,' I agreed in the dark. I didn't know what he was talking about but I
was enjoying fondling Jimmy's surprisingly large erection and the feel of
his hands on mine.

'Oooh, that's cold,' Jimmy jerked. I rather thought Bert must have applied
some lotion to the spot. I kissed Jimmy and he responded eagerly, social or
domestic he was no stranger to boy-on-boy that was for sure. I kissed down
to his flat nipples and then down onto his belly. 'Yeah, go on,' he
groaned. 'What's your name again?'

'Philip,' I supplied just before I took his straining cock into my
mouth. Bert must have hit the target at the same time as I felt Jimmy tense
for a moment and then relax. As I began to suck I reached around and sure
enough I could feel Bert's body glued in close to Jimmy, no prizes for
guessing where his penis was parked.

'Oooh, yeah,' Jimmy groaned and as I sucked him he pumped into my mouth and
obviously moved onto Bert's fuck as I heard Bert giving little moans of
pleasure. One thing was for sure, that Bert was full of beans. He'd done me
twice and I'd only managed once and now he was shagging his mate.

'He's got hairy legs,' Jimmy blurted out of the blue.

'Who's got hairy legs?' Bert panted as he serviced his pal.

'James,' Jimmy groaned and held my head tighter, I awaited the rush, from
the tightness of his scrotum he was about to pop.

'Fuck James,' Bert groaned and I heard the first slaps as the sweat built
up and he started to really dig into his slender mate. It was all over as
far as I was concerned. Jimmy gave a little whimper and without any warning
I felt my mouth fill with his sweet essence as his erection jerked and
throbbed releasing a goodly cum into the back of my throat. I swallowed and
licked him clean and then slid up his body to share a kiss whilst the
groaning and panting Bert finished him off. I wanted Jimmy before the night
was out but my poor noodle was hors de combat (Pat supplied that bit). I
was truly as limp as an out of date lettuce, still there was always the
morning.

'Aaaah,' I heard Bert sound off and Jimmy held me tightly and for some
reason licked away at my ear. Strange boy.

After that we snuggled down, I think Jimmy was up for more but both Bert
and myself needed sleep, let's face it, we'd had a good session before
Jimmy had arrived.

The next thing I remember was hearing the sound of movement in the room and
opening my eyes. Jimmy was still alongside me breathing steadily but
looking around I saw that Bert was fully clothed and clearly on the verge
of disappearing.

'You leaving?'

'Ah, you're awake.' The rather obvious remark caught me on the hop, I was
going to slag him off for cutting and running but I just couldn't be
bothered. I was sick of it all, the endless sex and especially this place
where sex was a business. 'I've got to gallop off to work but Jimmy's not
due back in the kitchen until around ten.'

'Well, I'm meeting up with my mates around nine......'

'Problem solved then,' Bert gave a quick wave and he was gone. Talk about
casual sex, it was a pity really, I quite liked him but then again there
was Jimmy. I pressed up against his warm body, his warm and very smooth
body I might add. He stirred slightly and I felt him turn and press his
bottom into my hip, I turned as well parking my semi erection, my morning
glory that is against his smooth bottom. He gave a little groan and pushed
back against me, I slid my arm around him and felt down. Yeah, he was hard
alright.

'I'm awake,' he mumbled.

'Thought you might be,' I chuckled and moved against his springy butt.

'You're with that Chinky kid and the other two, ain'tcha?'

'Spot on, Jimmy boy.'

'I like the Chinese kid.'

'What about me then?' This was taking the piss, he was in bed with me and
chatting me up about my Pat.

'I like you too,' He pushed back harder.

'Wanna prove it,' I kissed the back of his neck as I felt Phil Junior
coming to life.

'Love to,' he giggled and struggled in the bed eventually laying on his
back. 'From the front.'

What do they say, Lulu's favourite expression. 'It's all too much for a
white woman' ..... and he's a bloody Chinese for God's sake.

'You're nice,' he looked up at me as I knelt between his legs. 'Got a
regular boyfriend?'

'Don't chat me up, Jimmy,' I bent over him and kissed him gently on his
lips. 'I'm spoken for.'

'Pity,' he grinned and grabbed the back of my neck returning the kiss with
some force.

'Maybe a threeway with Pat and myself later in the week,' I suggested as I
searched about under the pillow for the KY.

'Is Pat the young Chink?'

'Don't call him that for God's sake but yes he is.'

'Wow,' Jimmy's eyes got dreamy. I don't know if it was the thought of Pat
or me raising his legs and moving in closer. I was going to fuck him and
let him do me if he wanted, I was going to rejoin my crew later and then go
to sleep for a week ..... or maybe not.

He was good sex, I slipped into him quite easily and took it nice and slow,
his long legs pressed on my back and we softly traded kisses as I ploughed
into his tight little tunnel. At the end it was a bit more frantic but I
came well and he showed every signs of enjoying it fully as I squirted and
spurted my offering into his hot tightness.

'You're good for a kid.' His comment, naturally enough delighted me, we all
like compliments don't we. What was interesting me more than somewhat was
his long skinny dick jerking up and down on his belly. Mind you I haven't
got myself down as a bottom but I enjoy both giving and taking, I love
Micky doing me and Pat's a dream, mind you Pat's a dream anyway. Jimmy was
another thing altogether, his dick was so long and like him it was skinny,
he had a bulging glans like one of those plums, the sort of thing that
would stretch the ring and after that was in it'd be easy.

I'll have to malke a move soon,' I glanced across at the clock.

'Not before ......'

'Nah,' I laughed. 'I've got another hour and a half yet. I wouldn't run out
on you Jimmy, you've got something I want,' I ducked down and gave his
hardmess a kiss. I took his hot meat into my mouth for a moment and crawled
back up alongside him. 'You do want me don't you?'

'Damn right I do,' he smiled at me fondly. 'I wanna make love to you nice
and slow and I'd like to see you again when I have my day off ..... say
yes!'

'Yes,' I grinned. 'You, me and Pat down at our place later in the week.'

'Great. Philip, you're a cracker,' he grinned at me and pushed be back flat
onto the bed. I just gave him a lazy grin and let him do the work, I'd just
moved into femme mode, I wanted that long skinny cock of his in my belly.

He raised my knees and moved in close. I watched fascinated as he lubed up,
his dick must have been well over the famous six, maybe even seven and it
looked like an oiled spike as he nudged under my scrotum with it's slippery
head.

'Take it easy,' I pleaded as I felt the mass press against my ring.

'Don't worry, I wouldn't hurt you,' he whispered and as he kissed me and
our tongues met I felt the spongy lump part my sphincter and enter my
body. Jeez, it did hurt as it stretched my fanny but once the glans was in
it was OK. It felt like a bloody great log inside me but he was slow and he
was gentle. He slowly fucked his way in and I just lay there stroking his
smooth torso feeling his heat fill me and my gut filling with his young
maleness.

'Yeah, go on Jimmy,' I grabbed his hips and drew him into me or me onto
him, one or the other, until I felt his pubics press against my tautly
stretched bum.

'Yeah,' he sighed with satisfaction and beamed down at me. 'God, you are so
tight,' he made a gentle movement inside me.

I clamped my arse on him, he felt huge inside me but he was moving now,
slipping out a little and then back in again and he was doing more at each
movement. His hips were moving up and down as he seemed to withdraw nearly
all his cock and then sheath it in fully with a sweatly slap. In a
nutshell; he was good and it was nice. I heard myself whimper and ask him
to go faster as I lost it. I closed my eyes and savoured his long cock
gliding in and out. He seemed to keep it going for ever, as the third one
to have taken me in that place, he beat the others hands down.

Suddenly his swinging balls stopped hitting me and I knew that they had
tightened and gone into the firing position, his cock if anything felt
larger and harder, he was on the verge.

'I'm gonna cum,' he groaned as his hips moved faster and his cock thust
hard and deep.

I clamped fiercely to be rewarded with his pulsing and then his jerking
cock exploded inside me, I felt the gush of warm liquid as he spurted
inside me what felt like a continuous stream of his youthful juice.

'Jeez, Jimmy, you cum like a horse,' I wriggled on his cum coated cock
still moving in and out on it's self supplied lubricant. He'd filled me, I
could feel the smear of his overflow on my tail where it had spilled with
his frantic fucking.

'You say the nicest things,' he moved slowly in my spunk filled nest.

'Leave it in, Jim.' I dropped my legs and we lay belly to belly in smelly
bliss.

'You going to see the others again, Claude and Bert?' He asked me this
later as we shared a bath.

'Not fussed,' I looked at him. 'I want to see you again though.'

'I'll meet you at the quary pond around ten on Thursday,' he confirmed.

'Me and Pat,' I grinned.

'Great,' he giggled. 'What about the other two?'

'Don't worry about them, they have things going on.'

'OK.' he clambered from the bath and started to dry off, I couldn't help
but notice Mr Long and Skinny was getting hard again.

'I don't believe you,' I laughed and stood up grasping his semi hard
organ. 'You're up for it again.'

'Not really,' he laughed and looked down at me from his superior
height. 'We've got half an hour,' he kissed me. 'Do me before you go,' he
whispered and sank to the bathroom carpet taking me with him. 'Doggy,' he
turned and crouched on all fours.

God, the things I do for England.

I shuffled up behind his pert little bottom, a couple of shakes and Phil
Junior slipped into harbour just like a cross channel ferry, as smooth as
custard.

'Yeah, nice,' he groaned and pushed back onto my fuck as I held his hips
and pummeled his sweet bum. I didn't do much of a cum, in fact, it was a
miracle that I came at all but I did and so did he, he wanked himself to a
few splurts on the carpet and then it was all over.

By the time we got around the front of the main house the van was there
with the back doors open and Pat was sitting with his legs dangling over
the back. Micky and Lou were around the front chatting up the other Lou and
Kevin.

'Alright, Pat,' I greeted my fuck buddy. 'Busy night.'

'Don't talk about it,' he groaned and looked at Jimmy with some interest.

'Pat this is Jimmy.' I performed the introduction. 'Jimmy's paying a visit
Thursday.'

'Is he,' Pat looked at Jimmy and grinned. 'I hope he does more than Peter
Pan.'

'He does,' Jimmy smirked. He must have been aware of little Jeremy's bent.

'Coming up to see us again before you go home?' Lou and Kevin had come from
the front of the van where Mick and our Lou had got in.

'That's upto the oldsters,' I replied for myself and Pat.

'That means yes,' Kevin grinned. 'I think they're talking about Friday,' he
put his arm around Jimmy's bony shoulders and gave the boy a hug. 'So we'll
see you later in the week.'

'No more Peter Bloody Pan,' Pat grumped from inside the van, I laughed as I
got in, my little Chinese takeaway had a bit of a miff.

'Maybe McFly,' Lou laughed and closed the door on us, a moment later and we
were back on the dirt track on our way home or at least back to our
caravan.

'I wanna sleep for a couple of days,' Pat leant against me and I put my arm
around him. 'My dick's like a bit of string and the bum needs a bit of
tender loving care.' He sniffed and looked at me. 'That Jeremy kid was a
waste of space.'

'I'll look after you this afternoon,' I promised.

'Good boy, Phil,'

'Lou and I are going down St Austell this afternoon. Wanna tag along?'
Micky called from the front of the van.

'No fuckin' way.' Pat and I spoke as one. We collapsed laughing onto the
blanket as the van began to bounce up and down on the rough track.

'Love you Phil,' Pat murmured. I didn't answer I just lay alongside his
sweet body and sought his sweeter lips.



					THE END.


I carried this story on for far too long but now it's time to call it a
day. Pat and Philip will probably visit Brighton sooner or later and met up
with my boys in the Brighton Encounter Series but that's for the future.

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