Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2009 10:00:24 +0000
From: Rapier 54 <rapier54@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Peters-exposures 7

Copyright @ Rapier54 2009

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story depicting sexual activity between
consenting adults and a younger male. If this is illegal from where you are
reading it please do not continue. This being fiction, safe sex is not an
issue. In the real world always practice safe sex.


Peter and The Motorhome

Edward had invited Peter to spend a weekend with him in his motorhome. It
wasn't a huge Winnebago, but ideal for the two of them. They had driven for
several hours and finally Edward pulled into a field, which had a couple of
caravans, and another small motorhome parked, though spaced well apart.

This being the autumn, there weren't many other holidaymakers there, though
the facilities, such as they were, were still open. They consisted of
little more than a toilet / shower block, constructed of concrete blocks,
which had been painted cream a few years ago. Despite being late September,
the sun was shining and it was quite a warm day.

Roger Trent had set up a small patio table and chair and was sitting
quietly reading outside his motorhome, when he heard the new arrival pull
up some 10 yards away. He was trying to catch the last of the summer sun,
dressed only in a pair of speedos. His sixty year old frame no longer made
them that attractive, but with no one else nearby he wasn't too concerned.

Looking up he saw the driver was an elderly man, and the passenger a
youth. They parked facing the opposite direction to his, so that the side
doors happened to be facing each other. His initial concern about having
his peace and privacy disturbed were easily overcome by the vision that
jumped out of the newly arrived passenger door.

The youth was a slim young lad, barefooted, wearing shorts and tee
shirt. His hair was thick, dark, though not very long, and unless he was
mistaken, he seemed to get a kick out of being in a motorhome. His shorts
had a nice little bulge anyway. The lad glanced at Roger and shyly smiled
as his bare feet tiptoed to the side door. He then knocked on the door
saying, "Uncle, let me in. My feet are bare."

His uncle must have gone to the main cabin from the driving seat, and
opened out the door with a smile. Looking at Roger he said, "Boys! What can
you do with `em?" Then he pretended to cuff the lad behind the head,
playfully helping him up and into the vehicle. The door was left open and
Roger noticed it seemed to open onto a corridor, probably with areas to
left and right. "What indeed!" Thought Roger, knowing what he would like to
do to him.

As Edward settled in, Peter wanted to explore and said he would see if the
man outside knew where to get the water containers filled. Before Uncle
Edward could say not to bother him Peter was gone

After a minute or so of daydreaming, Roger had hardly reread the page he
was on, before there was a light cough, and he looked up to see the lad
standing near him. "Excuse me, Sir," he said softly, "Do you know if the
block has a tap for water?"

Roger quickly crossed his legs, hoping the boy hadn't seen the erection he
was growing beneath the table. He leaned forward and replied, "Yes, it has
several taps for that, as well as toilets, sinks and showers. The taps for
water are just inside the door. They are the ones with no sink to get in
the way."

"Thanks you, sir. By the way, I am Peter, and my uncle is Uncle Edward."
Said Peter with another of his shy smiles. He quickly turned and ran back
into the Home turning right toward the rear of the camper before Roger
could introduce himself. He clearly heard Peter call out, "Uncle, I'm going
to get some water, the man next door says there are some taps there."

"Ok, Peter, there's no rush though." Replied his Uncle from the left,
somewhere near the front.  "Tell you what, though, take a towel and see if
the shower water is hot. Let me know when you come back."

Clearly the new arrivals weren't aware of how sound carried from a
motorhome with the door open thought Roger, and was beginning to wonder
just how close they were, and what would lead to an uncle and nephew
travelling together.

Next Roger heard Peter asking his uncle where his white shorts were. He
looked up and saw what he was sure was a naked Peter walking toward the
front of the camper. He attention was riveted now, his book forgotten. He
heard the uncle saying something quieter, followed by Peter replying in a
plaintive voice. After a few seconds there was the unmistakeable sound of a
bare bottom being given several slaps. Confirmed by the cries of pain from
the boy. Peter then crossed the open door again, clearly nude, and soon
after Uncle gently closed it.

Roger was already wondering if he would be able to get involved at some
point, and knew he would be leaving his windows open tonight to catch any
strange noises that might waft across.

The door opened and Peter, looking angelic in a pair of white satin shorts
appeared, carrying a towel and a water container. He glanced shyly at
Roger, went red in the face and walked off to the facilities block. As he
walked across the grass to the block he wondered what adventures Uncle
Edward had dreamed up for him. He knew by now that if they went away
together something excitingly embarrassing always happened.

Roger waited a minute or two, went inside to grab a towel of his own,
changed from speedos to shorts to try and hide his excitement, and went off
for a shower himself.

When Peter entered the block, his tummy churned as he knew it would. There
was no need for him to get water so soon, but he couldn't wait to check out
the facilities, and feel the sexual excitement that a different, block
built building would probably bring. He was not disappointed. As usual, the
change in light and temperature, coupled with the spartan shabbiness inside
brought him instantly erect. He thought the best idea would be to turn on
the shower to run warm (hopefully), and then fill the water container while
he waited. His excitement grew when he realised he would have to take off
his shorts when he turned the shower on or they would get wet. Slipping
them down to his ankles, and stepping out of them, he stood nude, and
turned on the water. He quickly hung them up with his towel, liking the
feeling of being naked and stretching up, his erection just brushing the
wall as he did so.

Though he loved being naked, indoors or out, he always found it
embarrassing when a stranger saw him, though the feeling of shame always
turned to lust when he realised he was being ogled, desired and
wanted. Nevertheless, his innate shyness meant he could never admit to
anyone how it excited him, except for his Uncle who by now knew him only
too well.

Just as he was walking nakedly erect back towards the entrance to fill the
container a shadow passed over the doorway.

Roger had tried not to hurry across the grass towards the block, in case
Peter's uncle was watching out for him. Butterflies knotted his stomach as
he thought about the possibility of watching the naked boy in the
shower. Unlikely, but you never know. He quietly stepped into the block and
saw a sight to take his breath away. Peter was naked as the day he was
born, calmly walking towards him, his stiff penis bobbing as he walked
towards the taps just inside the door. The boy gasped and covered himself
with both hands, drawing his knees in as he did so. "S sorry, S sir!" he
gulped. I w was j just letting the shower run w warm, sir and thought I
could fill the water while I waited. I HAD to take my shorts off or they w
would get w w wet sir, and I just thought no one w would come in w while
I...." He blurted, red faced and ever the shy thing.

"Hey, hey, that's alright, Peter" said Roger softly with a smile. "With
this being a camping site and this being the shower area, people often get
their clothes off here." He continued, "I was about to take a shower
myself, so we will probably be naked.....together."

Peter swallowed nervously again, before saying, "So, so you won't tell my
Uncle that I was nude in here?"

"Of course not," replied Roger, "It could be our secret. You fill the water
up, and I'll see how the shower is warming. I expect I'll be out before you
are ready." He saw Peter wasn't going to move his hands away yet from the
glistening prize, and stepped towards the shower. He took off his shorts,
confirmed the water was hot and stepped in. He counted to 10 (quickly), and
put his head round the side to see if Peter had moved. He had. Roger was
greeted with the sight of Peter bending over, filling the container at the
tap. His naked bottom showing the remaining red glow of the short spanking
he had received earlier.

As Peter bent to fill the container, he wondered if the man would still be
watching him. He hoped so, but couldn't look round. Already his excitement
had overcome his embarrassment, but of course he couldn't admit that to a
stranger. What would they think? He bent from the waist, rather than
crouching down, knowing what he was showing excited him further. As the
container filled, he decided he walk to the shower openly, making sure to
look elsewhere, so as not to be obviously displaying himself. If he was
looking at the cubicles and sinks as he passed, he wasn't to know if
someone was watching him, was he?

Roger kept watching, slowly caressing his prick, being careful not to
cum. As Peter turned off the tap, and stood to replace the top of the
container he noticed the erection was still there. Furthermore, as the boy
turned to walk towards the shower he could see he was smooth all over, and
either a well developed youngster, or chose to shave his body. Either way,
the slim yet full erection was bouncing beautifully as he walked towards
the shower that Roger turned back in to.

Roger was careful to be rinsing his hair just as the boy arrived round the
corner, so he could see the erection he was carrying without making it
obvious. As he shook his hair dry and opened his eyes, he saw young Peter
gazing open mouthed at his stiffness. All it needed was for the open mouth
to be drooling and he wouldn't hesitate. As it was, Roger ignored it, and
stepped out saying, "There you are Peter, all yours." He meant the shower,
but the double entendre was there as well.

Peter thanked the man shyly, though Roger noticed he didn't hide himself
this time, and stepped into the warm water. He stretched up, his back to
Roger, with his hands on the wall and groaned in pleasure as the streams
ran over his slim, smooth body. As Roger looked on Peter wriggled his
bottom as if to let the water run over it.

Both of them wanted to rub their erections, but were unable to admit
it. Roger because everything the youngster did could have been innocent,
and Peter because he was so shy about admitting his desires to a stranger.

As Peter soaped himself, it became too much for Roger to bear and he called
out that he would take the water container to his Uncle as it may be a bit
heavy for Peter. Peter called out, "Okay." Though he sounded a little
disappointed.

Peter was excited to have found a new admirer, but decided he had to be
cautious in case his uncle didn't like it. Apart from the punishments which
he enjoyed anyway, he didn't want to hurt the man who had become such a
good friend to him. He hoped that something would transpire with the three
of them, but didn't want to spend time thinking about how. His Uncle would
see to it if it was what he wanted. In the meantime he could just enjoy
putting on an "innocent" show once or twice.

When Roger returned with the water he knocked on the camper door, and
explained to Edward that he had left the boy in the shower and brought the
water himself to save Peter struggling with it.

Edward smiled and said, "That's a very nice gesture, come in and have a
beer, I've got some in the cooler."

Roger stepped inside, and Edward took the water from him, carrying it into
the kitchen area and returning with two cans. "Carrying that wouldn't have
been a problem for Peter, he is starting to fill out a bit now." To which
Roger replied with a smile, "I couldn't help noticing, I warmed the shower
for him while he filled the container, then as I stepped out, he stepped
in."

Edwards was a little concerned, saying, "I must have a word with him again,
he sometimes seems to take delight in talking to strangers and letting them
see more than perhaps they should."

"Well it doesn't bother me," replied Roger, "I think he is delightful, so
polite as well, you must be proud of your nephew."

"Well, he's not strictly my nephew, just a young lad I've taken under my
wing, so to speak, and he's come to calling me Uncle sometimes. It helps to
stop people from talking, if you know what I mean." Explained Edward.

"Indeed I do, people can be so narrow minded these days," pondered Roger, I
think you must be very lucky to have such a nice young companion."

The conversation continued with them both exchanging information of their
past, and they were both chuckling happily as they found they shared
experiences in teaching. Just then the door opened and Peter stepped in
looking red faced and a little nervous. He was concerned that the new man
had told his uncle about the display in the shower. His nerves soon calmed
as Edward explained that he had offered Mr. Trent a beer as a thank you for
bringing the water container, and it turned out they were both previously
in the same profession.

Seeing the shy young boy in his tight white shorts was causing Roger some
discomfort, so he excused himself and after a quick peek at the shape of
Peter's bottom, he returned to his own vehicle.

As soon as he left, Edward said to Peter, "I suppose you've been flaunting
yourself to strangers again have you?"

"N no, Uncle Edward, I was hoping to have a quick shower on my own and
return to you for some fun. I've been so looking forward to this and really
didn't want to spoil it." Replied Peter hoping Uncle would pick up on it.

"Well, I think you are telling fibs, but I like the idea of some fun as you
say. So I think we'll combine the two. Firstly a spanking then....well,
we'll see how good you be." Smiled Edward.

"Or how naughty I can be." Thought Peter as he ran into his room his bare
feet slapping in the corridor. He sat on his bed and waited for Uncle, who
didn't take long at all.

"Right then, you dirty little boy, kneel up on the bed, arms folded on the
windowsill, and don't you DARE move them!" commanded Edward. Peter
nervously obeyed, hoping the spanking wouldn't be too hard. As he
positioned himself, with his white satin covered bottom sticking out, he
thought he saw the curtain of Mr' Trent's camper twitch. He was trying to
see if anyone was there and therefore surprised when the first slap fell on
his backside.

"Aaaahhhh!" he exclaimed loudly, his mouth opening wide and a flush of
shame reddening his face to match his stinging rear.

"What a sight!" said Roger quietly to himself. He had suspected something
like this may happen, and had left his windows ajar to catch any sounds,
while pulling the curtains to, leaving only a small gap to watch through
should anything transpire. He looked on, as the young boy took his
punishment, watching his face redden and his mouth open and close with
pain. He could hear every sound, and was soon fondling his own
stiffness. It wasn't long before he saw Peter's eyes close and look of
pleasure cross his face.

Peter had forgotten about the curtain twitching as soon as the first blow
fell, and lost himself in the pleasure of turning his Uncle on by crying
out as he received his punishment. After a dozen blows, he felt his uncle
slowly pulling his shorts away from his hot bottom, and easing the
waistband over his cheeks, leaving them bare while his throbbing stiffness
was still contained. He "mmmmmd" and "oooohhhd" with pleasure as Edward
softly smeared a cooling lotion over his red moons.

Edward himself was way past excited by now, and had decided to raise the
stakes, playing Peter at his own game. As he began to spread the remains of
the lotion over Peter's body, playing particular attention to his nipples,
he said, "You WERE displaying yourself to Mr. Trent weren't you, Peter?"

Peter was lost in ecstasy and replied, "Y yes, Uncle. I like it when older
men admire and want me. You know I get emb ..embarrassed if I think they
know it's on purpose, but It is so hot think to they find me sexy. I
sometimes can't help it." He continued gasping with pleasure as Edward
concentrated on his nipples, running his knuckles and nails over them.

Edward was becoming used to Peter's ways, and knew if he was to stop them
he risked losing the boy for good. He eased him off the bed and stood him
up. Turning Peter to face him he gave him a long lingering kiss. Peter
responded lustily, hot erect and excited he couldn't help but slip a hand
into his shorts and begin to touch himself.

Edward firmly moved Peter's hand away and said, "None of that my
boy. You'll come when I am ready." So saying he stepped to one side, and
fished out the handcuffs that had become part of their games
occasionally. He put Peter's hands behind his back, and fastened the cuffs
in place. Then he went into the corridor, knelt down and said, "Uncle is
waiting, Peter. Come to me and then you can cum".

Peter stepped into the corridor and saw his uncle kneeling down, mouth
open. He walked to him, his pants only staying up by the stiffness of the
erection within. Edward slowly slid the front of the shorts
down. Tantalisingly slowly, excruciatingly slowly, letting them fall to
rest at his ankles, just allowing his toes to show, smiling with joy as the
boy's stiffness sprung free and slapped against his flat tummy. He began to
lick and kiss the hot prick, causing Peter to whimper and gasp in
pleasure. He then turned Peter to face the wall and stood, allowing his own
erection slide between the boy's slippery cheeks, as he began to nuzzle his
neck, and fondle his nipples.

Peter began to cry out in ecstasy, and didn't pay any attention to being
moved a few feet to one side as Edward's ministrations continued. Edward
who now had Peter standing at the door, his forehead resting against it,
began to fondle and rub the boy's glistening rod. "Tell me when you are
going to come, Peter," he gasped, don't come until I say you can." Said
Uncle as he firmed his grasp of Peter's throbbing cock and quickened his
strokes.

"Ohhhh, Uncle, It won't be long, It won't, oooooh, it won't be long, I love
what you are doing to me, you are ohhhhhh, it's soooo goooood, It's.....OH!
I'm going to...I'm....." squealed Peter.

"Hold it boy, hold it, not yet...." murmured Edward, trying to make it
last....

"Yes, Uncle, I'll try to hold....OH! OH! Aahhhhh, No I can't its
comi....I'm, you're making me, UNCLE! Please I'm....."

At that moment, Edward slipped the handle of the door down and Peter,
resting his head on it half stepped, half fell outside. His glistening
penis erupting in sperm as each earth moving spasm rocked him. Hobbled by
his shorts he soon fell onto the grass realising that he was exposed,
outside, naked, bare, nude, erect and ohmygodcoming for anyone to see! His
hips ground and bucked as the waves of pleasure passed through his body,
shining with lotion. One excruciating spasm sent a small jet of cum onto
his face. He struggled to his feet with difficulty being restrained at the
ankles with the shorts and with his hands cuffed behind him. Strings of his
seed were looped around his prick, his tummy, thighs and balls. He gasped
with shame as his eruption subsided, leaving another lace of lust hanging
from his erection which refused to subside.

He quickly realised his predicament, particularly as Uncle Edward had shut
the door firmly behind him! Here he was, naked, handcuffed, his spunk
covering his lower body, another string of cum hanging from his chin, a
reddened bottom, and a woody that kept waving for more! He quickly turned
to the door that had so surprisingly ejected him and called for his uncle
to open it. It remained closed.

Realising his uncle wasn't about to let him in, he mounted the wooden step
and turned to try and open it with his cuffed hands, not realising that
Mr. Trent was witnessing the entire spectacle from the gap in his
curtains. As Peter tried to find and turn the handle, his stiffness waved
about in the air, Mr. Trent witnessing the object as well as the ropes of
rapidly clearing cream that looped about his loins.

Finally he managed to open the door and fell backwards into the
motorhome. His Uncle swiftly helped him to his feet and as Peter tried to
exclaim his shock he found his Uncles mouth descending upon it and deeply
kissing the embarrassment away. Only then did Edward shut the door,
deciding that as it was Peter's holiday as well he would perhaps share him,
a little at least.

Roger was unable to contain himself at the scene before him, with the naked
and rampant young boy being so sexually open, and then his Uncle joining
in. As he came all over the wall just below his curtained window, he
decided he HAD to find a way to get to know them better.

Just as he was wiping down the wall and cleaning himself up, he heard their
camper door open again and saw both Edward and Peter head off in the
direction of the shower block. Peter still glistened and gleamed in places
he perhaps shouldn't, although he was now presentable in his white shorts
again. They both had towels and some clean clothes and Edward had a toilet
bag. As much as Roger wanted to join them he decided he couldn't find a
reason to have a second shower in the space of an hour, so he cursed his
luck as he waited for the next opportunity.

Edward and Peter showered together, and took great delight in lathering and
rinsing off each bodies. Several times. By the third time, Peter knelt and
took Edward's hardness into his mouth, his head bobbing to and fro, hoping
someone would find them, but they were undisturbed. Eventually, they
stepped out, dried themselves, dressed and returned to their van.

Roger, had been watching out for them, and made sure he was just putting
away his table and chair for the evening as they returned. "Hello again you
two." He smiled as they approached.

"Hello again," smiled Edward. He shushed Peter on into their motorhome and
turned to Roger, saying, "The site here looks a bit empty. Is there a
clubhouse or local pub around somewhere?"

Roger replied "I was going to say that unlike the bigger sites, this one
hasn't any entertainment for the long evenings. But if you both would like
some company, I have a few cans indoors I would be happy to share. Unless
that is if you have other plans.....?"

"No, no. That would be splendid!" said Edward with a smile. "Give us a
couple of hours and I'll cook, while you bring the drink. See you at about
8?"

"My pleasure." Purred Roger. Trying hard not to grin from ear to
ear. "Does, um, Peter, ah.....?"

"Oh, well, not usually, but as it's a holiday I will let him have a can if
he likes it. Thank you. See you tonight then." Said Edward happily. Tonight
was going to be fun for Peter and a new experience for him.

The meal, although simple fare had been a success, and as Edward sat
opposite Roger they chatted about places they had been. Peter was quietly
collecting plates and cutlery and doing some washing up. Each time he came
back for another plate he took a drink from his can of beer, and seemed to
be making a point of collecting one item at a time to prolong the
experience. Each time he picked something up he bent over at the waist to
give Roger a view of his bottom. Each time he drank he stood and tilted the
can back to stretch his stomach and display a delightful bulge in his
shorts. He was otherwise naked. It soon became clear to the two men that
the can was empty and that Peter was just revelling in his near nudity with
a stranger. It seemed to Roger that as well that Peter's shorts were
slipping slightly. As the youngster went through the same routine as he
dried and put away each item after washing it, one at a time, his bottom
crack was just beginning to show, as was the top of his pubic area which
remained delightfully smooth.

When it was all done, Edward called to Peter to come and sit down. As Peter
approached his Uncle, Edward reached out and eased him onto his lap. He
gave him a quick squeeze and a peck on the cheek, saying how well behaved
he had been.

"Indeed he has," echoed Roger, "he seems to so well behaved all the time."

"Oh I don't think that is the case." Replied Edward with a smile. He went
on to relate a recent holiday they had shared, where Peter had been most
lascivious with his soup and dessert, leaving their dining partner a little
put out. As he was giving the details of Peter tasting the other man's soup
by licking the man's fingers, Peter began to redden a little. When he
explained the boys "coughing fit" ending with chicken soup running down his
chin like a mouthful of, "Well, chicken soup I suppose." Peter looked at
his Uncle and said, "Uncle, you mustn't tell people about that. It's
embarrassing!"

Edward ran his fingers down Peter's spine and they both watched him
squirming in delight and tilt his head back in instinctive pleasure.

"It looks as though you enjoyed that." Said Roger with a smile.

"So did Peter." Laughed Edward. He then began to run his fingers gently
around Peter's neck, and slowly down his chest. Peter wriggled a little
more and his chest moved in anticipation of his nipples being touched, but
Edward moved his hands to his neck and back again. Peter was beginning to
moan softly now, and grinding his bottom into Edward's lap.

"What is Uncle doing?" Thought Peter. "He knows I find this embarrassing
and exciting. Surely he's not going to make me do things in front of this
man?"

Both Edward and Roger were now becoming stiff at the spectacle of Peter's
obvious sexual pleasure. "You told me earlier today young man that you were
displaying yourself in front of Roger, didn't you?"

"Mmmm, n n no, Uncle I didn't say th that." Replied Peter with a wiggle of
embarrassment or pleasure. Edward continued to caress his neck and moved a
finger to his lips.

"Yes you did, Peter. That's why I had to give your bottom a spanking wasn't
it?" Continued Edward as he slid his finger over Peter's closed lips.

"Uncle," moaned Peter in shame or pleasure, or both, "You shouldn't tell
Peop....mmm wt yu dd....mmm t meooo." Replied Peter as his uncle's finger
slipped into his moist mouth and the boy sucked on it. A single drop of
saliva ran out of his mouth and down his chin, forming a string as it hung
there.

"I should punish you for being such a tease, shouldn't I, Peter?" said
Edward, adding a second finger to the first, encouraging more saliva to
join the first.

"N no, s s sir," mumbled Peter, by now hoping he would. "P please not that
s sir. Please n not in front of someone else."

Edward ran his wet slippery fingers down to Peter nipples. Rubbing circles
around them and running his knuckles over them. Peter tipped back his head
and groaned in ecstasy. Edward took the opportunity to begin nuzzling his
neck, and Peter was undone.

"You know you must be punished, Peter," whispered his Uncle. "Tell me. Ask
me nicely to spank you in front of Roger for being such a dirty little
tease."

Peter began to shake his head, but as his uncles fingers, knuckles and
nails did their work on his nipples he finally gave in.

"Please, Sir. Please Sir I I I've been a very naughty boy, s s sir. Please
will you sp sp, oh my, sp spank my bottom for me sir." Moaned Peter.

"Oh I will young man." Replied Edward. "The question is, shall we let Roger
watch it happen?"

"Yes, yes, sir. I deserve to b p punished in front of him because I was be
being so rude in fr front of him, S sir." Groaned Peter as the last of his
reserve disappeared.  "Stand up then Peter, face Roger and put your hands
on the shelf above him." Commanded Edward.

Peter stood up, his shorts had by now been wriggled so low that Edward
could easily see almost all of his soft bottom. It was clear that only his
erection keep the waistband at the front from revealing all.

Roger drank in the whole scene, the nearly naked young teen, stretching his
hands above him, his slipping shorts only inches from his face, and so
clearly aroused and in need. He barely managed to keep his hands to
himself, but thought it best so as not to break the spell.

As the first smack on Peter's bottom landed, he whimpered and his hips
moved forward, almost touching Rogers face. It was clear that Peter's
hardness was all that was keeping the flimsy shorts up, and was throbbing
of its own accord.

This continued for a dozen slaps on the boys bared cheeks, before Edward
said, "These shorts are just getting in the way Peter. Shall we just take
them off?"

"No, Sir. P please don't make me naked in front of th this man s sir."
Groaned Peter. Everyone knew that was what he wanted.

"I am going to keep spanking you until you ask Roger to pull your shorts
down. So I suggest you hurry." Said Edward, laying another blow on the boys
reddening cheeks. After several more blows Peter's anticipation of
displaying himself, nude, naked, bare, erect, and shaved was too much.

"Please, sir, AAAahhh. Please w w will you p pull my sh shorts d down sir?"
he asked plaintively as another smack stung his bottom.

Roger lifted his hands and holding the waistband of Peter's shorts slid
them down over his erection which promptly bounced straight back
up. Revealing his shaven balls and high excitement.

At that point Edward again began caressing and fondling Peter's nipples and
neck before slipping his fingers again into the lad's eager
mouth. Collecting a copious amount of saliva he proceeded to run his finger
softly over Peter's tight little hole. Peter gasped in pleasure as he felt
his Uncle gently probing and lifted himself on his toes as he felt the
entrance of a slippery finger into his bottom.

"If you would like to touch him, you can." Said Edward to Roger, "Though be
careful not to let him come yet. He needs to respect his elders, and we
should be first." He continued with a smile.

As Roger touched the boy's stiffness he was surprised at the heat and the
power of the throbbing as it jerked several times. "I felt that one," said
Edward. Then to Peter, "Tell Roger how I could."

Peter groaned again as Roger held his hardness firmly and began to move his
fingers up and down the hot, hard, smooth shaft. "Y you could fee feel it
Uncle because your f f finger is in m my bott ohhhhh, b bottom, s sssir."

"I think you are causing Roger some discomfort, Peter." Said Edward,
looking at Roger. "Why don't you kneel down for him and see if you can help
soothe it?" So saying, he placed his free hand behind Peter's neck and
gently eased him down to his knees. As Roger looked up to Edward, the
latter nodded slowly and Roger lifted himself from the chair slightly and
eased his own shorts down. Peter couldn't keep his eyes off the older man's
erection, and as roger held his head and Edward eased his neck forward, the
eager teen began to first lick the hard shaft before opening his mouth and
easing the head slowly over his lips. As his head bobbed back and forth,
Roger was groaning in pleasure, as was Peter with his Uncle's finger still
inside him. Peter's ministrations soon had precum and saliva mixing and
running all over his face and chin. Roger said he couldn't hold out much
longer and Peter sat back on his haunches, displaying his naked excitement
with a shiny face, chin, and dampening chest as the moisture of excitement
fell from his chin.

Edward stepped to his side and turned Peter's face to his own
erection. Peter opened his mouth and slid his head down it until the entire
length was buried in his mouth. The profile this presented to Roger was
almost too much and he took his hands away from his erection leaving it to
throb repeatedly as he watched Peter slide his lips over his Uncle's hot
member.

It was becoming too much for Edward as well as he quickly pulled out just
time, his own hardness jerking spasmodically. Again Peter sat back, his
arms behind him, his own nudity on display for the two older men. His face,
chin, neck and chest now awash with saliva which he was allowing to still
run from his mouth.

"Look Uncle, they are both talking to me." He smiled with a particularly
sexual grin.

"What are they saying, Peter." Asked Edward.

Peter turned and knelt with his face down on his Uncle's previous
seat. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, and raising his pink
bottom to them he replied, "They are saying how sore my naughty little
bottom looks, and how they would like to put some soothing cream on for
me." He then collected some saliva on his own finger and slid it slowly
into his winking brown star of pleasure.

As he pleasured himself like this, sliding his wet finger in and out of his
tight little hole, the two men rubbed themselves vigorously, before crying
out and gasping as they shed their cream all over his upturned bottom.

After a minute they both began to rub it over his bottom and between his
legs, before Edward got him to stand up. As his Uncle kissed him and played
with one nipple, Roger nibbled gently on the other. Peter continued to fuck
himself on one finger while with his other hand he rubbed away until,
gasping and wailing he spat another copious load of milky cum over the
three of them.

They all collapsed on the floor, softly caressing each other and recovering
their breath.

After about five minutes, Peter stood up and looked out of the window. He
turned to the two satiated men and said with a smile, "There's no one else
here but us. I'm going to walk to the shower block naked and have a hot,
wet, slippery shower. Does anyone want to join me?"

As he opened the door and stepped out in to the cool night air, Edward
looked at Roger and said, "Boys! What can you do." As he sat up and slowly
got to his feet, subsiding erection swinging, he remarked, "He hasn't even
taken a towel."

With a smile, Roger replied, "Well, I think we could use a shower
too. Shall we take him one!"

As they too stepped out into the fresh evening, they saw a naked boy, with
a shiny pink bottom look back with a smile as he slipped into the shower
block. With already recovering erections the two older men began to follow.

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