Date: Fri, 2 Jun 2006 10:37:06 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: SINGAPORE CAPERS

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff or allow minors access but you knew
that anyway.

These are stories young men,of youth and boys and once again they are
FICTIONAL.  Yet again all characters and locations are FICTIONAL, even
Malaya. Cue for laugh but you have to say these things.  This one uses
characters and locations from both COPENHAGEN CAPERS and KIWI FRUIT which
are both in Nifty/Military

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



SINGAPORE CAPERS


by


G. Cutter



Along, long time ago on what could have been another planet we British
experienced what is politely called 'the end of Empire'. No problems there,
the Romans had the experience before us, the Soviets had it after and
doubtless in the future the Americans will have the same
experience. Funnily enough for a lot of the peasants of the period it's a
time of let your hair down and let yourself go. The nation has no future,
we have no 'world role' let's be a bit of a Switzerland. It's not that easy
and Nifty isn't really the place for geopolitics or stories of
gravitas. Anyway, this little offering is all about boy or more properly
youth sex.... yeah, you knew that. I just wanted to write a masterpiece 'a
la Tom Clancy', did four lines and thought, sod it.

Start again. In the late fifties Malaysia and Singapore were called
collectively Malaya. We British looked after them and our main Far Eastern
Fleet operated from Singapore and Hong Kong. The good old days... yeah,
well that was all down to a point of view I suppose. At the time of this
story which was around '57 I was a twenty year old Leading Signalman in the
Navy. Most of you will be more familiar with Army ranks so let's just say a
Corporal and you'll get the idea. Certainly not the highest of the NCO
ranks but gotta be better than being an oik. I was based in HMS Terror
which was the big Royal Navy Base on Singapore island and I liked it, I was
recently fresh from a UK winter and it was my first time out so I was
pigging out on sunshine, short trousers and some very attractive
locals. Mind you, some of my fellow sailors looked pretty keen as well
walking around in shorts and sandals which was the everyday
workwear. Stacks of abs, pecs and whatever took your fancy. Anyway, to get
on with it.

It was a Saturday afternoon just after lunch and I was exploring the
Base. In the normal course of events I would have been in the NAAFI Bar
swilling Tiger Beer and chatting to my pal a young Signalman called Keith
(who you may recall from Copenhagen Capers). Unfortunately on this
particular day Keith had pulled gate duty and I was off watch. It was and
probably still is the Navy custom to put round pegs in square holes so it
did make sense for Signalmen to be seconded to the Police Department. Keith
and myself worked the main gate, the cell block and even did the occasional
escort up country.

Enought of that. Here I was actually exploring this huge site which was a
first, we more or less did our job and didn't really strayed from the main
centre of the place, I was basically wandering around bored out of my
skull. I walked around the unoccupied tennis courts and wandered to the
waterside to look out over the Straits of Johore which seperated Singapore
Island from Penang on the mainland. These were the famous or infamous
Straits which were supposed to stop the Japanese Army back in the early
fourties. Very pleasant, I sat down and had a smoke and then continued my
little stroll along the shoreline. There were a gaggle of huts and a few
boats a couple of hundred yards away which had perked my interest. Why not,
I was on the books as a Base policeman, I could go where I liked within
reason.

Knickers. I've just read back and forgot to mention Keith and I were
lovers. You know the sweaty humping type, happens to the best of us even
regimented British sailor boys. Gawd, help you if you got caught but I do
believe there was a lot of it going around at the time. I never went short
with or without Keith.

I arrived at this place and it was nothing more than a small boatyard, must
have been a boating Club maybe for officers I thought. There were a couple
of basic boats like you saw on any boating lake, a rack of skiffs for teams
and a pile of canoes of all things. The place was like a rubbish tip but
boatyards normally are. There was a narrow beach and I mean narrow, all six
feet of it and the Straits which were quite wide at that point.

'Hello, sir.' A rather boyish voice spoke as I looked over the
water. 'Hello, Leading Seaman.'  The person spoke again as I turned, he'd
obviously seen the badge on the arm of my shirt. This 'person' was a kid or
he was probably around eighteen it was so difficult with the oriental
types.

'Leading Signalman,' I corrected automatically as I drunk in the sight of
this absolute vision. He was shorter than my five eleven and slender with
it, dark honey coloured flawless skin with darker umber aureoles around his
nipples. I must have stood there like an idiot oggling this wetdream on
legs. This kid was the twin of the boy who appeared as a pearl diver in an
advertising video of many years later. Malays come in varieties, they are
either the Indian type or the Chinese type or what I learnt later were the
north coast types and these are more akin to Thais. This kid was of the
latter persuasion, he was the Thai type and he was absolutely drop dead
gorgeous. His narrow hips supported the briefest pair of washed out khaki
shorts and his feet were bare. I wondered if he wore anything under the
shorts as he looked a bit bulky up front for his size.

'You work in the galley, the main dining hall?' I was sure I recognised
him.

'Yes sir. I do although I am looking after this place for my older brother
this afternoon.' He gave me a smile and my black heart flipped. Sorry,
Keith. The game is afoot as our mate Sherlock Holmes would say although he
didn't often apply the remark to teenage orientals or is it asians on hot
and sunny Saturday afternoons.

He shuffled awkwardly probably a little embarassed that my eyes were glued
to his flat and ultra smooth belly, I was virtually dribbling.

'Sorry, I'm being rude,' I had to apologise.

'Are you after a boat or a canoe?'

'Didn't know they were for hire.'

'Yes, sir. There is no charge, they are for the use of the Base personnel.'
He looked at me with a slight smile on his handsome boyish face. 'I provide
crew for a dollar an hour.'

'Really?' I grinned. 'What do you mean... you paddle, you row?'

'Yes. Yes, I row, you relax, sir.'

'Sounds fun,' I tried to put some meaning into my words but I don't know if
he picked up on it. 'Where's to go?' I looked at the exciting prospect of
exactly bugger all on the sunbaked water. I suppose you could swim from the
boat but the Straits had bad press with water snakes supposedly going for
any orifice. These tales were probably of the old sailor variety but I
wasn't taking any chances.

'There are islands around the bend,' he pointed to where the Base stuck out
a little promontory. 'Very private, sir,' he grinned widely and to me
invitingly.

'Who looks after the place with you away?' I asked.

'No matter,' he flapped his hand in a couldn't care less gesture and gave
me another dazzling grin. 'Boat or canoe, sir?'

'It's Mick, it's upto you and what's your name?'

'I am Tran,' he announced. 'Mick... Micky,' he rolled the name around he
must have liked the sound of it. 'Micky,' he repeated and giggled. 'Funny
name.'

'Five bucks?' I handed him a Singapore Five Dollar note, this was twelve
shillings and six pence then and would be sixty two and a half pence now
(how's that for a bit of trivia).

'Thank you, Micky,' he grabbed the note and shoved it into the extremely
tight pocket of his shorts. God I wished I was a five buck note, that thing
must have been almost nestled amongst his pubics.

He asked again if I wanted a canoe or rower and once again I told him that
it was his choice, he was the crew. After more smiles he manhandled one of
the canoes into the water and held it as I settled in the back. Yeah, I
know I was Navy but I really couldn't get into bows and sterns with a thing
like a canoe, I sat in the back and Tran got admidships (that's the middle
by the way) and away we went. There was a spare paddle but he seemed quite
expert paddling one side and then the other creaming us through the placid
water. I couldn't really paddle anyway I was mesmerised by the beads of
sweat on his shoulder and his smooth caramel coloured skin. 'You have a
nice body. Tran.' I could have bit my tongue off as soon as I'd said
it. Good job he didn't look around, I felt myself go crimson.

'Thank you, Micky. So have you.'

Now what, there was silence as we rounded the small headland and lo and
behold, there were more boats and these clearly the expensive types moored
in a small bay and two grassy islands harldy more than bumps out in the
Strait.

'High officers and government,' Tran spoke again giving the moored boats a
wide berth and heading for the middle of the Straits, heading for the
islands in fact.

'Where are we going?' I asked but in one of those really mad moments slowly
traced a finger from his overlong black hair down the knobs of his
vertebrae to the edge of his shorts.

'Mmmmm,' he sighed and wriggled. Encourged I repeated the process only
slower this time.

'I like that, Micky,' he spoke thickly and I noticed his paddle dug in
harder and deeper, we were flying across the water aiming for a gap between
the two small islands.

'I thought we were going to park up for a bit.'

'The other side,' he giggled. 'No one can see us pull the canoe from the
water.'

That would do me. We were beaching, we were pulling the boat out of the
water and we were exploring the mini island. Sounded good to me.

We passed between the two islands and veered into the larger of the two. A
flurry of his paddle and the canoe grounded, Tran got out and we pulled the
thing clear of the water and into a mass of bushes to one side of the small
beach.

'We are here,' Tran looked at me and smiled. 'I shall show you.' He led off
into the interior if you could call it that. The island was barely the size
of half a football pich and a small one at that but the bushes and shrubs
were deceptive, once inside it cleared. There was rocky outcrop from which
issued a small stream and a carpet of moss watered by the same stream and
it was completely hidden from any passing traffic in the Strait... surely a
magic and Hidden Garden.

'Does no one come here?' I looked at Tran and felt the lust strong within
me, I felt the heat in my loins and desire in my heart. I wanted this boat
boy and I wanted him bad.

'No,' he whispered. 'Not on a hot afternoon, it is very private,' he looked
at the ground and stood waiting like a bride on her wedding night.

'Good,' I stepped closer and seized him by the waist, his slender body
melted into my arms as they encircled him and pulled him in tightly. As if
we were puppets with the strings cut we fell onto the mossy grass and my
lips sought his and we shared a long and passionate kiss.

'Mikey, Mickey,' he moaned as I kissed his smooth golden skinned neck and
crushed his lithe body to mine. His hands reached out and he shucked my
unbutoned shirt back until our bare flesh pressed against each other's and
we writhed together kissing and caressing until I had him flat on his back
and explored every inch of his body save that which was covered by his
shots.

'Now for the prize,' I whispered as he giggled. I unclipped his shorts and
as they parted slowly tugged them down baring his tight black pubic bush
and then his treasure. His dark skinned erection sprang clear as I slid his
shorts down and then cupped his tight little buns one to each hand.

'Aaaaaah,' he moaned and wriggled as my head dropped and I took his jerking
erection into my mouth tasting the sheen of precum and the warm hardness as
my head moved up and down lubricating and making it even harder. 'Micky,
Micky,' he moaned even more as I swivelled him around and guided his head
down to my groin. He soon got the idea, with a cheeky grin he unbuttoned me
and pulled out my own erection. 'So big,' he laughed like a little boy and
I then felt his hot mouth engulf me.

No novice this kid. His tongue flickered at my glans and his hot wetness
slipped up and down my shaft as he deepthroated with every sign of
pleasure. I sucked him and moving him around got my mouth to his butt
spreading his cheeks and delving for the honeypot.

'Aaaah, Mickeeee.' he sobbed and pushed backwards onto my busy tongue all
the while keeping up his exquisite suction on my now leaking penis. 'Micky,
Micky...' he thrashed about as I got my tongue between his beautifully
smooth buns probing and plating his smooth and now slippery pucker. 'Do me,
do me... please.'  He lay on his back like a sacrificial virgin with his
dark golden cock twitching on his belly and raised his legs exposing his
pulsing boy fanny slick and slippery with my saliva.

I didn't mess around at all, I crouched over him and sealed my lips to his,
locating my raging hardon with one hand I slid into his hot tightness with
one powerful thrust.

His scream was lost in my mouth as I penetrated his pucker and sank into
his inner warmth. As soon as I was in I started to slowly move to and fro
sinking my hardness deeper and deeper into his childlike body and he loved
it. Eyes wide open, he gazed at me with a beautiful smile on his face and
rested his smooth calves on my shoulders and then on my back as I felt my
pubics mash under his smooth scrotum as I bottomed out. I was in him
entirely and for a skinny kid he took it well, as I fucked he pushed onto
me with little squeaks of pleasure every time I thrust into him deep and
hard. He was slick and sweaty and we fucked like machines, this was our
first time together and I was determined that it wasn't going to be our
last.

'Harder, harder, Micky,' he rasped as I rammed in, slipped out and then
rammed in again covering his hansome face, his smooth neck and shoulders
with my furious kisses.

'God you are beautiful, Tran,' I looked at him as I ploughed his tight
little butt time and time again. I didn't want to cum, I just wanted to
stay like this for ever in our own little secret garden. I didn't care how
many other people he's brought here, for the moment he was mine, it was our
island and we were both enjoying what we were doing.

'Yes, this is nice,' he held my hips as I got into a regular rythm. He
could see that I wasn't going for a quicky and he seemed quite content just
to take my hardness into the root time and time again.

I hunkered back onto my knees dragging him with me still impaled on my
slippery flesh and he bounced up and down my sex giggling one minute and
almost purring like a big cat the next. I tried to mouth his jerking cock
but my spine just wasn't upto it, that was a job for later. Placing him
back down onto the grass I moved in tight for my climax. He was gone now,
his body clung to mine as I culminated in a burst of rapid and deep thrusts
ending with a gasp and a spasm that must have shook him.

His sweet cheeks clamped on my stiffness as it finally pumped and squirted
what seemed to be a neverending stream of thick juicy spunk deep into his
twitching body. His lithe golden skinned frame gleaming in the afternoon
sunlight and sheened with a muck sweat from our love making relaxed upon my
wilting spike as we lazily kissed and fell onto our sides.

'That was good?' He grinned at me like a small boy and clamped hard on my
liquid offering. 'Better than Floppy Hair?'

'Who?'

'Floppy Hair, your friend. You go to meals with him, he is a guard as
well,' he looked at me brightly and maneuvered slightly on my now soft
cock.

'Ah, you mean Keithy?' I smiled back as I slipped free with a trickle of
cum oozing from his battered little ring. 'You like Keith?' I asked with
the evil ol' mind working overtime.

'Yeah, he is nice Micky... I am jealous of you,' he almost batted his
eyelids and ran his small hands down my sweaty chest. 'He is so nice.'

'I'll have to fix a meeting, a private meeting.'

'Will you, will you,' he almost squeaked and his eyes lit up. 'I would so
like to meet him.'

'He'd like to meet you as well,' I looked at him and gently kissed his soft
lips. 'But first... this.' I ducked my head as I flathanded his chest and
sucked at one of his dark brown nipples until he started to moan and I felt
his brown spike reach full hardness again. It was firm and slippery from
precum as I handled it gently working his foreskin over it's head until he
begged me to stop. No way, I kissed lightly down his smooth stomach and
sank my head over his jerking penis and took it in right down to my choke
point. He held my head and fucked into my mouth... so he wasn't all girl
after all.

'Micky, Mickeeee...' he wailed. I knew he was going to shoot, his smooth
scrotum was tight and his little nuts were uptight and he proved me
right. One screech which must have been heard half way across Singapore and
I felt his hot splashes in the back of my throat and the bland taste of his
slippery cum slid over my tongue. I sucked his beautiful cock dry as he
thrashed about protesting and begging for more at the same time.

'You taste so nice, Tran.' We kissed and the taste and smell of his cum
clung between us.

'I wash,' he ran giggling to the waterside leaving me laying there
exhausted and feeling very pleased with myself. My mind was working like
clockwork as well, how to get Tran, Keith and myself together and then it
came to me. We were both off Sunday afternoon but was the boatyard open and
was Tran keen enough to come in on a Sunday afternoon?

Tran came running back with water beading his boyish golden body and
gracefully subsided alongside me. 'We make good sex, Micky?'

'If you're happy so am I,' I kissed him and rose. 'Back in a mo.' I
probably did probably what he had, I charged into the water dunked myself a
few times and returned to our shady little glade. God, he was a vision laid
out there for the taking, a truly golden boy. 'How old are you Tran?'  I
sat alongside and ran one finger down his taut stomach stopping just above
his relaxed cock.

'Sixteen and you Micky?'

'Twenty,' I looked at him a bit cautiously, I hoped that he wasn't
disappointed in what may seem to be an old man to him. On the other hand
sixteen seemed a bit young to me to be a well used young lady and he
obviously was although his feminine aspect wasn't obvious until you got him
on his own and I had to be fair, he did cum like a young horse... I
wondered if he fucked.

'Floppy Hair... Keithy?' He rolled my pal's name around his mouth as if he
could already taste my friend.

'Eighteen.'

'Good,' he grinned up at me and tugged at my wrist, I gave him the grin
back and lay alongside him. Moment later were were in a tangle of arms and
legs and I realised he wanted more, more of the same that was.

'You want it, Tran?' I whispered.

He didn't bother answering, he just gave me a sultry smile and rolled onto
his belly presenting his tight smooth skinned melons for my attention. No
probs there, I ducked my head and ran my lips over the damp skin watching
as he deliberately and very slowly opened his legs. I took some time
getting used to doing this with Keith but I was like a hog at a trough with
Tran. My head went down and my tongue went into his crack as I spread his
tight little buns. I licked and probed at his puffy sphincter tasting my
own cum and his smooth ring until he shoved his little boy butt up in the
air and begged for it.

'Do me, Micky. Do meeeee!!'

How could I say no? I got between his slender legs spreading them even
further until his bum came up and as it did I went down. I slid into his
tight but slippery little boy fanny like a hot knife into butter and as I
did so he groaned with satisfaction and pushed up to meet me. We were
joined for the second time and if anything it was better than the first. No
charm and finesse this time it was just a sweaty and manic fuck. I held his
narrow hips and literally pummeled at his sweet little boy butt thrusting
deep and thrusting hard, corkscrewing and reaching every corner of his
little belly.

He moaned and pushed back so hard that I'd thought that I'd hurt him but he
kept coming back for more. That boy just loved cock and the harder the
better.

'Spin,' he gasped at the end of it. 'I want to see you when you cum.'

I knew exactly what he wanted, this one was a Keith and Micky special and
here I was thinking that we'd invented it. He moved one way and I went the
other, the complicated bit with the leg and I was taking him in a full
frontal. He smiled quite happily and blew sweat as I rammed in tight and
kissed him full on the lips.

He was wanking away and as I came for the second time and still a good hot
one he also came splashing his thick creamy man sized cum onto his smooth
belly.

'Aaaaaah, Mickeee....' He flopped. He was done as was I. I was
abso-bloody-lutely shagged. Well, not actually shagged, I got that from my
Keithy. I was knackered a much better word. My sore dick slid from his
flooded tunnel and this time a generous flood of cum oozed from his raw
looking pucker but he still smiled at me perfectly happy with his day.

'How many sailor boys do you bring here?' I asked later as we just rested
and watched the sun that made it past the palm tree covering.

'Only the nice ones,' he grinned.

'They don't all do you do they?' I was thinking how tight he was if he was
all that much of a slut.

'No,' he giggled like a little schooly. 'I suck them and when they want
fuck I say; one for you one for me. That usually stops them... English
sailors all so butch.'

'Don't bank on it,' I laughed. 'Keith'll let you go, we both go top and
bottom... you follow me.'

'Yes, Micky, I do.' he looked at me straight faced. 'That is good, true
love.'

'It is on my part, dunno about Keith though,' I smiled. No point in
thinking gloomy thoughts though, it was a glorious sunny Saturday with just
a slight breeze coming off the Straits and we were done, the daily monsoon
was due between four and five and it was time to make a move. It was also
time to make an offer Tran just couldn't refuse... hopefully.

We washed off again but before we got back into the canoe for the return
trip I stopped to make my proposal.

'You know the Base Bedding Store, Tran?'

'I know it.' God, I don't know how I kept my hands off him, he was back in
his khaki short shorts and he looked absolutely eatable.

'I'm the emergency keyholder.'

He looked at me and I expect he had a rough idea of what I was about to
say.

'My pal Keithy, your Floppy Hair, finishes at midday tomorrow and we
usually go in there and have a few cans on a Sunday afternoon. Nice and
peaceful, no one to disturb us.'

'Yes?' he smiled, he actually beamed, he did know what I was going to say.

'Perhaps you'd like to join us if you're free that is.'

'I have servery duty but I can get cover, I could be there for one o'clock
if that is alright.'

'You don't have to look after the boatyard Sundays?'

'No, people help themselves on a Sunday,' he grinned. 'Cafeteria
boats... take what you want.'

'Just like those duff dinners you guys dish up,' I laughed. Well, I
couldn't be Mr Nice Guy all the time.

'Just so,' he giggled. 'I would love to join you, just the three of us,'
his face went dreamy, I think this kid had the hots for my boyfriend but
there was enough of Keith to go around and enough of Tran for that matter,
I doubted if I would go short. Of course another thing that was getting me
excited, I'd never watched two guys getting it on, it would be as good as a
floorshow in one of those dodgy dives in Malta. Better in fact, it wouldn't
be two fat Maltese birds buggering about with a Guinness bottle.

'Tomorrow, one o'clock,' I confirmed. 'And I don't want to be the odd man
out, you understand?'

'No problems, my Micky,' Tran laughed out loud. 'I look after you both very
well,' he gave me a short burst of his sultry smouldering face and then
grinned and pushed the canoe out. 'We go?'

'We go,' I agreed. I noticed that Tran paddled considerably slower on the
return trip, I felt a bit guilty but I had paid him five bucks after
all. As we came in sight of the boathouse and it's little beach I saw that
there was a young sailor sitting on a upturned boat and he stood as we
neared.

'Ah, poor Billy,' Tran flashed a glance over his shoulder. 'He was late.'

I didn't pay much heed I had my eyes fixed on the figure which was looking
more and more like a boy rather than a man as we got closer. It was a boy,
probably one of the Boy or Junior Seamen accomodated in the Base. He had to
be betwen sixteen and eighteen and looked more to be the sixteen variety,
short or shorter than myself, very pale as if he'd recently arrived and
being capless I could see that he had fair tightly curled hair. Quite dishy
and I wondered what he had been late for... I was soon to find out.

Tran beached and I helped him pull the canoe back upto the shed, the kid
just looked on and I could see from a quick glance that he was not a happy
bunny. As soon as the boat was high and dry he started on Tran.

'Tran, you said you would take me out this afternoon.'

'I did say at midday, Billy,' Tran answered politely. 'The Leading
Signalman came at twelve fifteen and I had to take his hire.' I noticed
that Tran slung the rank in, probably as a little hint to the boy to cool
down and not get too stroppy.

'I was late,' Billy retorted. 'You could have waited.'

'I had to take the hire,' Tran replied obviously uncomfortable with the
boy's attitude.

'Well, I fuckin' well booked first,' Billy snapped and I thought he was on
the verge of tears. God know's what Tran had promised him but I had a good
idea.

'Hey, kid. Watch the language,' I spoke mildly but gave him the Richard
Widmark look (remember him)... my steely police glare that was. 'Calm down,
OK?'

'Sorry,' the kid mumbled, he was outranked and he knew it. Obviously being
pretty new to the place as I suspected he also didn't want trouble as soon
as he'd arrived. A boy sailor was no competition for a Leading Hand,
especially one attached to the police department.

'I had promised to take Billy to the island,' Tran looked at me, 'but his
appointment was for midday.' That fact I already knew.

'My good kharma,' I smiled at the boy. 'Tough luck, Billy.'

'Cheers,' the brat scowled at me.

'Tran may have something to offer you for tomorrow lunchtimme,' I looked at
Tran and grinned. Inspired or what? I wondered what Tran would think of
this one.

'Really?' Tran beamed at me.

I beckoned him away from the boy a little way. 'You and Floppy Hair and
I'll look after Billy boy... then we swop over.'

'Really?' Trans eyes looked like saucers.

'Upto you, you know the time, you know the place.'

'Indeed, Micky,' Tran laughed bringing another scowl from the boy who was
trying hard to eavesdrop. 'I shall ask him.'

'So be it.' We moved back into range of the still irate kid. 'Tran has an
offer you might like to consider, a sort of deal, very secret
squirrel... OK?'

'OK,' The boy nodded at me as I moved off, Tran could sort this one out. I
gave Tran a brief wave and silently mouthed 'lunchtime' and he nodded. I
did notice as I walked away that Tran and Billy disappeared into the
boatshed, I would have liked to have lingered but I had to meet Keith. We
had a lot to chat about.

Keith finished at eight and his watch had a late meal so I joined them and
after eating we went to the mess for a quiet chat as most of the lads were
either in Singapore, creating havoc in the local kampongs or propping up
the Base Bar all pursuits which got to be a bit boring after a while. Keith
and I had our own agenda and that was getting as much sex in as was
possible within a restricted Navy Base. I can tell you that isn't easy, the
lifesaver was that we had keys to the bedding store as I've mentioned. This
store was to the rear of the parade ground and well tucked away, it was, in
fact, on the pathway to the NAAFI Bar so all you had to do was to make sure
you were unobserved and duck down a sidepath to the rear of the place. Same
as returning, all you had to do was make sure the path was clear of traffic
and slink out. The best times for these little adventures were in the
evenings or the weekend afternoons when the Base went into a coma. Saturday
and Sunday, it was super coma time. If the Chicoms landed they'd have to
wake us all up to do a war... or make an appointment. Doubtless someone
somewhere was on the alert but it certainly wasn't us.

We sat on the balcony and shared a comradely can and had a smoke
(disgusting habit but they were duty free).

'How was you're day, Keith?'

'Same ol', same ol' carry on. Coupla drunks, boring, boring,' he
grinned. 'What can I say... how's about you.'

'Two fucks with a sixteen year old Malay boy, a blow job and met a nice boy
sailor who may or may not do it.'

'You're having me on,' he laughed.

'No.' I proceeded to tell him in a low voice of course all that had
happened from my finding the boatyard until I left Tran and Billy in the
afternoon. I also told him of the arrangement I'd made on our behalf for
the following lunchtime, Sunday around one o'clcock.

'Jeez... these people safe?'

'I know Tran is, dunno about the kid.'

'If he's got the hots for this Tran he's hardly likely to drop us in the
shit I suppose.'

'We'll find out tomorrow.'

We did.

I went to an early breakfast with Keith who had the eight until midday, the
forenoon watch. Tran was at the servery handling the scrambled egg as I
recall, just what you needed in the tropics, scrambled egg on toast, mind
you it was all cold anyway, probably their concession to the heat. Tran
gave us a beaming smile and did the eyebrows thing like Groucho Marx, I
just nodded as if to say 'yes it's still on' and we meandered to a table
well out of the way of the early morning eaters.

'That one, I thought you meant the other guy,' Keith grinned. 'That one's a
beauty.'

'And he fancies you Floppy Hair.'

'I fancy him,' Keith chortled with a facefull of egg and toast. 'Jeez, I'm
getting a stiffy thinking about it already.'

'I've got some Tiger Lager in cans which will oil the wheeels if we get the
kid as well.'

'Good,' Keith munched away. Looking over his shoulder towards the entrance
I saw Billy boy come in on his own and transit the servery line. He'd
obviously seem me in the corner and made a beeline for our table. I noticed
that he looked a little cheerier than yesterday, it was a good bet that
Tran had given him some sort of service after I had left or he was high in
anticipation regarding the afternoon scenario.

'Can I sit here?' Billy asked standing by the table.

'Of course,' I said looking up with him. 'The others'll talk about you
sitting with the Base police.'

'Ah, you're not proper Navy cops, you're signalmen.'

Don't push it, shortstuff,' Keith scowled across his mug of tea. 'We can
still lock you up.'

'And handcuff you,' I chipped in.

'And abuse you,' Keith grinned.

Billy laughed as he sat down. 'Sounds fun.'

'We can try it this afternoon,' I suggested. 'How'd you get on with Tran
last night?'

'Orrite,' Billy grinned like the cat who'd snaffled the canary. 'Quite well
if you know what I mean.'

'I do,' I looked at him across the table. 'Did Tran talk to you?'

'Yes he did,' Billy looked warily at Keithy and then at me.

'This is Floppy Hair or Floppy Ears as I call him so feel free...'

'Ah, OK,' Billy gave a sigh of relief. 'Tran likes Keith, he told me about
half a dozen times.'

'And I like you.' I thought I'd get the battle lines drawn just so we all
knew where we stood.

'And so do I,' Keith grinned wolfishly, we must have scared the kid
shitless.

'Everyone likes everyone else,' Billy gave me a cheeky grin and I felt my
heart lurch. This rather ordinary boy was getting better by the minute.

'Aim for one o'clock, I dropped my voice but there was no one near to
listen. Back door, straight in as it'll be unlocked and unlit so don't
panic if you can't see anything.'

'OK,' I'll have a stroll around there this morning and get it sussed out.'

'Good boy,' I smiled again. 'We have a small bathroom in there as well, so
we can clean up after the session.'

'Maybe,' he studied his food. 'Need to get one thing straight though...'

'And what's that?'

'I'm not a girl you know, I don't mind having a go at being passive or
whatever you call it but I need to get my share.'

'Well said, Billy,' I grinned at him. 'I've got no problem with
that. Keithy?'

'No probs either,' Keith grinned. 'Rather looking forward to it.'

'Slut.' I gave him a mock snarl which brought a smile to Billy's
face. Yeah, I think we'd all get on OK once we got going or once a couple
of cans had been consumed. The breakfast party broke up when Keith finished
first and rushed off to do his duty after promising faithfully to be at the
meet between twelve thirty and one, I was left with Billy.

'What are you upto this morning, Billy?'

'Nothing much, nothing to do really,' he shrugged. 'Just mooching around I
suppose.'

'I was going around the store at ten or so to have a bit of a tidy up,
fancy tagging along?'

He looked at me for a moment and gave a half smile. 'Why not, I could use a
shower.'

'Me too,' I smiled back at him. Great minds really do think alike. Sunday
morning sex and Sunday afternoon sex, a win double.

'What if anyone asks what you're doing in there on a Sunday morning?'

'As if anyone's interested,' I replied. 'If anyone does ask I'd just rather
lurk in there than in the mess, at least there's a big ceiling fan in
there, more than you can say for our messdeck.'

'Makes sense,' he admitted. 'I'll come around about ten then?'

'I'll look forward to it.' Damn right I would. I finished my breakfast and
managed to snatch a quick word with Tran. Yes, everything was OK and he
would be calling around about one o'clcock and he was so looking forward to
meeting Floppy Hair and so on and so on. I tore myself away and returned to
a grinning Billy, the master plan was rolling.

I was around the store for around half nine, I was looking forward to
meeting Billy on his own, in fact, the morning session may well be better
than the group session, at least I had the boy on my own and I was so
looking forward to it. I just hoped Billy turned up and didn't get a case
of cold feet. I needn't have worried, I was messing about with some
paperwork trying to look enthusiastic just in case a miracle happened and
someone in authority breezed by and I heard a sharp tap on the door and
Billy stepped into the gloom, he shut the door behind him and stood in the
small lobby.

'Micky?' I suppose you could call it a whispered shout.

'Anyone around?'

'Nah,' he looked relieved to see me. 'Dead a doornail, all the churchgoers
at church and the rest taking early siestas.'

'Yeah, I know,' I ambled upto the counter and beckoned him into the
back. 'Exciting Sundays in Singapore, I could write a book.'

'A very tiny one,' he provided the punchline.

'What the hell are all these blankets for?' he mused as he followed me
right to the back of the store.

'A new Ice Age maybe, don't ask the Navy questions, you tend to get silly
answers. You'll probably find all the mosquito nets went to the new base in
Murmansk.'

'That's Russian, have we gotta base up there?' He looked at me in surprise.

'I just love dim sailors,' I grabbed him by the waist and reeled him
in. 'What we gona do this morning Billy?'

'Dunno,' he looked at my chest. Gawd, he looked sweet, he'd changed into a
flowered linen shirt and he was wearing a pair of khaki shorts which must
have been the twin of Tran's, I was similarly dressed in what were called
base civvies, a long pair of khakis and a t-shirt.

'I can think of something,' I dropped my head and allowed my dry lips to
drift across his smooth neck, his baby face softened and he half turned to
allow our lips to meet.

'I don't normally kiss base policemen,' he smiled and his smile broadened
as I backed him against a knee high pile of bedcovers and we dropped onto
them side by side.

'Make yourself comfy,' I whispered. 'Just gonna have a quick peep out and
lock the door.'

'Orrite,' he replied throatily and kicked his sandals off... well that was
a start.

Here you are, a bit of Naval trivia just came back to me. In working gear
we had to wear our tropical blue denims, shorts and optional shirts that
is, we also had to wear sandals without socks. In 'base civvies' we had to
wear socks with our sandals. Weird or what. Anyway, back to Mick and Billy.

'It's OK,' I returned behind the counter tugging at my shirt.

'Excellent,' I heard a muffled giggle but no Billy, I rounded the corner
and found his shirt, shorts and little briefs in a neat pile and there he
was laying under one of the blue bedcovers with just his head
showing. 'Hello, sailor,' he camped.

'I'll hello you,' I laughed and straddled him, I bent over to kiss his
sweet and very willing lips and slowly drew the cover down. He moaned as I
kissed his shoulders, his chest and then lapped and licked at his nipples
and I ever so slowly exposed him to the warm air.

'Down boy,' he murmured holding my head and ruffling my hair as I moved
down his body exposing it inch by inch, beautifully pale, slender and so
smooth. 'Aaah, Micky,' he sighed as his stiff cock came into view. I tried
to hide my surprise, this skinny kid had a penis like a man, a six plus
believe it or not, it could have been larger than my own and I was no
midget in the dick department.

'Well hello, big boy,' I uncovered this monster and stared at it and his
small bush of curly blonde haired pubics. 'You are deformed,' I took a
quick lick across his fully swollen glans straining well clear from it's
foreskin which was in full retreat.

'You say the nicest things,' he gave a pelvic thrust and applied pressure
to my head, quite willingly I did my nodding dog bit and swallowed the end
of his twitching cock savouring the smooth and slightly slippery knob end
and then the firmness of his pale shaft. 'Aaaaah,' he moaned and gently
thrust upwards. 'This is so nice,' he slurred as my head began to move up
and down on his outsized erection.

'Now for something completely different,' I whispered. 'Try this for size,'
I unclipped my waistband and let him do the rest as I maneuvered my groin
up over his face sucking him all the time and playing with his remarkably
smooth scrotum.

'Dunno about this,' he objected but got my trousers and briefs down to my
knees and he fished out my own raging hardon. In spite of his objections he
took a tentative taste and then I dropped my hips virtually feeding it into
his mouth. He spluttered and gagged but got the hang of it and we were away
on a mutual blow, the good ol' sixty niner. We finshed up on our sides and
I got to play with his bottom which was abasolutely beautiful. My ideal
boy, dick like a donkey and a bum like a ten year old . So smooth and so
white, it was like one of these marble or alabaster statues you used to see
in museums, pert and tightly muscled, that kid could crack walnuts with his
buns. It was on my shopping list. Whereas Tran's was so, so soft and
springy and almost jellylike Billy's was tight and hard like a pair of
footballs.

'Relax,' I murmured around his slippery cock and I felt his tight little
bum soften in my hands... no kidding, he was as smooth as a billiard ball
and he even relaxed more as I fingered into his cleft. Mind you he fucked
into my mouth harder so I reckoned something was going to happen.

'Mick, I'm gonna squirt.' Well, I knew that, his little nuts were up tight
and his erection was straining, I could taste his precum flowing freely and
then he grunted and held my head tightly. My mouth was full of his
throbbing monster and I could almost eat the thick spunk that shot from
it's tip. Apart from a big dick he came like a donkey as well. Just to put
him in his place I came as well straight down his throat and as he choked
and pulled free another two massive squirts across his lips and cheeks.

'Jeez, you are a dirty bugger,' he laughed almost hysterically and wiped
his face on my belly. I quickly span around and seizing his head slipped my
tongue into his mouth smearing his spunk and mine all over both of
us. 'That was so dirty,' he grinned quite cheerfully and gently kissed me
as we lay with out faces gleaming and sticky gazing at each other fondly.

'Messy,' I agreed and cuddled his slight frame. 'Just one thing, Billy.'

'Yeah.'

'I wanna make love to you this afternoon and I want you to do me...'

'I've never been fucked before,' he looked at me almost childishly as if
I'd stolen his sweets. 'And I don't really want to do it with the others
watching.'

'But you want to give it a go?'

'With you, yeah.'

'OK, we'll sort out a little nest for us and one for them out of sight of
each other.'

'That's alright,' he smiled. 'What's Tran like?'

'Sexwise?'

'Natch,' he laughed.

'I thought you might have found out yesterday afternoon.'

'So did I but we only had a snog and a grope, he had to go somewhere... I
was so hard I nearly raped him.'

'I know the feeling,' I laughed. 'Wanna share a shower? It's not all that
hot but it's not all that cold either.'

'As long as you don't get too fruity.'

'Dunno about that,' I laughed and standing grabbed his hand and pulled him
to his feet. How the hell this little angel had remained a virgin and
hadn't been seduced or even done some seducing was beyond me. We clung
together in the gloom and kissed again with yet another bout of stroking
and feeling, he was just as keen as I was on the bottom fondling front, I
must still have some mileage left in me. 'Come on, sweetheart... shower.'

We padded around the corner and firstly I checked out the shower for super
spiders and snakes and finding it safe turned on the water adjusting it to
a tepid flow, all the time I was doing this I could feel the randy bugger's
penis getting harder and harder and poking me in the bum. I would have to
watch this kid, the prospective fucker could quite easily become the
fuckee. I gave a little shudder at the though and ushered him in and under
the water.

'Mmmmm, that's nice,' he faced up into the shower and let the lukewarm
water run over his face, As he was holding my meat and moving it to and fro
I wasn't too sure what he was referring to but if he kept it up it was
going to be sex in the shower and sod the afternoon session. I grabbed a
bar of soap and soaped him up until he was as slippery as an eel, at the
end of it a slippery embrace and his outsized organ slipped between my
legs. 'Jeez,' I'm hard,' he fucked away between my tightly clamped
legs. Reaching to my rear I could feel his glans protuding and squeezed it
with my fingers as he moved to and fro.

I lost it, I slid free in spite of his protestations and rinsed him off, he
had the hump I could see that until I dropped to my knees and took him into
my mouth again. I loved his meat, I loved it's hardness and even it's
taste. I was hooked on Billy Boy. As he stood there with a silly grin on
his pretty face I cupped his muscular boy's bottom in my hands and slipped
a finger into his cleft. He moaned and suddenly jerked as I slipped a
finger through his little virgin pucker.

'Aaaaah,' he tensed for a moment and then resumed fucking my mouth but now
with my finger moving quite easily into his tight little chute and he was
getting harder. I could taste the familiar flavour of boy juice, he was
producing precum again, he must have been a bloody satyr. They used to have
these carthorse dancers on the box in the old days called Pan's Girls, this
one was a Pan-boy without the cloven hoof and tail, he was as hard as a
rock and started fucking for real as I found his little gland and started
to run my finger over it giving it a little pressure every time.

I drew clear for a moment and looked up his belly. 'You like?'

'Don't stop,' he moaned. 'I'm nearly there,' he grabbed my head and I took
him in deep once again, his slippery knob slid into the back of my throat
nearly choking me but I kept it going. He probably wasn't aware but payback
time was just around the corner.

He was leaking precum like a dodgy tap and gave no warning other than a
drawn out groan and tensing of his belly muscled. I spluttered and gagged
as my mouth was filled with his sweer and sour, I drank deeply as he came
thickly and creamily, another splendid cum. The boy was indeed a walking
jism machine. I squeezed his hard little buns and sucked until I felt his
body go limp. He nearly fell on me but I slid up beside him and forced my
tongue into his mouth giving him a taste of his own medicine. He grabbed
the back of my neck and returned the kiss savouring his own spunk on my
lips and teeth.

'Jeez, we are gonna fuck so well this afternoon.'  I'd gone back to my arms
around his trim body and clasping his tight little arse like there was no
tomorrow.

'We are,' he agreed with an impish grin. 'We both are.' That was a gentle
reminder. I'd didn't mind, I much preferred to do it than have it done to
me but Billy was going to be an experience. 'Oh, my God. My legs are giving
way,' he giggled and fell to his knees. I was going to tell him to leave it
and we'd go to lunch... nah, not really.

He took me into his mouth quite willingly and repeated more or less what
I'd done to him. The only difference being that one hand cupped my scrotum
and then slid between my legs and thrust upwards into my bum. I was
pinioned with firstly one and then two fingers slipping in and out of me
and his wetly hot suction on my aching cock. He brought me off in five
minutes flat and as I did the squirting and spurting bit into his eager
gobbling his fingers slid free, it was done.

'I thought you were going to pass out there,' he grinned as he slid up
alongside me and we lazily exchanged cum stained kisses once more.

'Don't be cheeky.'

'We've got an hour and a half, we going to have an early lunch or...'

'You can go if you like,' I told him. 'I'm gonna have a bit of a snooze,
I'm shattered.'

'You have a lie down then,' he grinned. 'It must be hell getting old.'

'No argument there,' I laughed. We rinsed off for the last time and then
towelled off. I admired his slim, trim and boyish body as he got dressed
but all I could think about was getting his clothes off and the ultimate,
the full blown sex that we were going to enjoy when the party started. I
gave him the key and let him lock me in, I was going to relax and I didn't
want any outsiders bursting in on me, he would be first of my threesome, my
little mob back and knowing our urges we could well be at it by the time
Tran and his Floppy Hair made the scene.

As soon as I rifted off to the soft whirr of the overhead fan it seemed
like I was awake again. I could hear a rattling at the door and then a
squeak as it opened. I lay there in silence trying very hard to rememeber
where the duplicate key was held.

'Alright, it's me.' Thank God, it was Billy. 'Jeez, it's getting hot out
there,' he came around the corner tugging his shirt over his head.

'Mad dogs and Englishmen... ' I commented as I got to my feet and peered
through one of the filthy windows, from what I could see the place was as
dead as a doornail. 'See anyone?'

'Saw your matey, Keith. Just spoke to him in fact.'

'Oh yeah.'

'Yeah, he's just going to get rid of his uniform and he's coming right
down. Say's he's full of beans,' Billy laughed. 'He's really quite nice,
isn't he?'

'I think so,' I reached out and he came into my arms, me in just my khakis
and he still dressed. 'Gonna have fun this afternoon,' I whispered moulding
his tight little arse through the thin material of his trousers.

'Yeah,' he agreed rubbing up against me. I could feel his hardness
already. The squeal of the door again and a whispered call.

'Over here, Keithy,' I called out and my boyfriend, my lover boy Keith came
around the corner with a broad grin on his face. Finding Billy in my arms
he immediately slid in behind the boy squeezing him between the both of us.

'Mmm,' I saw him rub himself up and down against Billy's high riding
schoolboy's bum.

'Hey,' Billy giggled. 'No one said anything about a threesome.'

'You don't mind, do you,' Keith smiled at me over Billy's shoulder and
nuzzled at the side of the boy's smooth neck. I kissed Billy fully on the
lips and reached down. He was as hard as a steel pipe, his condition boded
well for the afternoon.

'You with Tran and Billy with me,' I spoke to Keith over Billy's
shoulder. Then Billy can have some time with Tran.'

'Fine,' Keith continued to rub himself up against Billy. 'We could get
together sometime in the week Billy boy.'

'We could,' Billy agreed and I felt his hand tug my zip down and his hand
on my bare flesh. Just as I thought we were going into an impromptu
threesome I heard the door again and a rather melodramitic: 'Hist, anyone
there', it was our number four, Tran had arrived.

'I'll lock it,' Keith pulled himself away reluctantly from Billy and went
to lock up setting us up for the afternoon.

'Hello, Tran,' I peered around the corner with Billy peering around
me. Tran was beaming, I think he nearly wet his knickers as Keith locked
the door and then span around and grasped him around the waist pulling him
in for a long and mouth numbing kiss.

'We'll be around the back,' I grabbed Billy and showed him to a fresh
little nest I'd created right in the back of the store. 'This'll do us,' I
bore him down onto the bedding and proceeded to undress him kissing,
licking and lapping his boyish body all the way. His outsized cock was even
weeping again and so near to his last cum, he must have been over sexed or
maybe just deprived. It was my mission and Tran's I suppose to drain him
this afternoon, drain him and leave him like a husk, what a pleasant way to
spend a Sunday afternoon in the arse-end of nowhere.

'Gawd,' I'm so hard, Micky,' he whinged as I cupped his taut little buns
and took his jerking penis into my mouth. 'I gotta need,' he looked at me
like a little boy.

'Haven't we both,' I ripped my trousers off and lay naked alongside him
savouring the feel of his hot and dry skin against mine. The smoothness and
the velvety hardness of his penis as it twitched and he slowly moved it in
and out of my hand.

I produced a squeezee bottle of sun oil from the mound of bedding, I'd come
prepared and hope Keith had remembered as well otherwise he was on a saliva
run. 'Gawd, what's that?' Billy jumped as I smeared the liquid lubrication
across his tight nuts and my oiled fingers slid down his perineum and toyed
with his tight little pucker as he automatically raised one leg.

'Makes life easier,' I held his lifted legs and folded it back at the knee
annointing his cleft and his little rosebud. He gave a gusty sigh as my
mouth went down on his jerking cock again and one finger slid inside his
hot little tunnrel.

'Aaaaah,' he sighed and wriggled his little bottom on my finger as it
slipped in deep and thoroughly lubricated his hole and his
inside. 'Jeez...' he moaned but I stiffled his protestations bending him
almost double until his tight bottom was fully exposed in all it's
glory. I'd left his jerking penis and my lips were on his as I slipped my
finger out and replaced it with two.

'Aaaah,' he yelped but the sound was lost in my mouth as I worked my
fingers in deep spreading the sun oil where the sun never shines. I could
feel his tight little muscle easing and it was nearly time for him to lose
his virginity, my knees pushed against his back forcing his thighs down
onto his chest and exposing his bottom and his oiled boy fanny for the
taking.

I could hear movements and muttering and the occasional giggle from down
the room but paid them no heed. As far as I was concerned it was Billy and
I, the rest of the world didn't matter at all.

'Ready,' I stirred my fingers around in his hole giving his tight little
sphincter the final bit of oil, the final mini fuck before the real thing.

'Jeez,' I'm gonna shag you for this,' he threatened and then spoilt it by
smiling. 'Take it easy.'

'Never fear, my Billy,' I slipped my fingers free and felt his little
pucker close. Moving in and laying my face alongside his cheek to cheek I
positioned my oiled and precuming glans at his tautly spread entrance and
gently pushed. God, it was beautiful, I felt his flesh open on me and then
seemingly to grip me as I slipped into his hot moistness.

'Aaaaaaaah,' he wailed as I glued my mouth to his stiffling his sounds. He
struggled for a bit but I kept my mouth on his and once firmly in his
gripping boy pussy started to move to and fro gaining depth inch by
inch. 'You bastard,' he moaned as I finally let him breath. 'That hurts.'

'Think of your revenge,' I whipsered. 'Thaink of Tran's tight little arse.'

'I'm thinking,' he smiled wanly and pressed his thin legs on my back now
sheened with perspiration. 'Come on then,' he grabbed me by the back of the
neck and drew me down for another kiss. I moved slowly and gently sinking
deeper and deeper into his tight heat. He was a virgin, he'd been a virgin
I was sure of that and I was his first, I'd be the one he would always
remember no matter how many boys or men took him all the way in the
future. 'It feels so big,' he sighed and wriggled on my movements. I could
see that he was OK , he might whine and protest but he was comfortable with
it and he was even pushing onto me as I felt my pubics uptight to his
perineum as I finally bottomed out. 'That's a first,' he spoke quietly but
with a shaky voice.

'Not the last,' I grinned at him and slid half my hardness out and slowly
slipped it back in against his resisting flesh. He pulled a pained
expression but his legs pressesd onto my back. He wanted it and he wanted
it in him. He was broached and I was in for some sex. I flathanded either
side of his torso and began to move in and out sliding my raging erection
in deeply and harder and harder as we went on. He was moaning now and
clutching me and suddenly he began to wank himself.

'Harder, Micky,' he whispered and his eyes sparkled in the gloom. 'Harder,'
his legs pressed on my back making it a fight to move but I did ramming and
jabbing into his soft flesh.

'Don't wank,' I grabbed his hand and held it clear. 'I want that,' I kissed
him again and he smiled his pleasure.

'It's yours,' he began to push his tight little arse up onto my thrusts as
the action got easier and easier.

I knew at that point he'd given up and he was beginning to accept it maybe
even even enjoy it and I began to really go for it slapping into his
sweating body, corkscrewing and delving as deep as I could and he gave
little moans and groans in time with my thrusts. I crushed my lips onto his
whilst my hips bobbed up and down, my tongue must have reached his tonsils
and still he muttered around my kisses for me to go harder.

Jeez, I was just about to collapse when I felt the surge of heat in my
gonads and then the fiery sensation of my cum shooting up my shaft and
pumping into his all encompassing flesh. His eyes shot open and his mouth
did the same as I pumped and throbbed inside him offloading a massive
cum. It was slippery and fluid as it filled his tight little passage and I
felt it outside his body matting in my pubics as I slowly came to a halt
with my sore dick rammed into his cum flooded hole.

'I felt that,' he muttered seeming surprised. 'I actually felt you cum, I
actually felt it squirt inside me,' he experimentally flexed on my
limpening meat and chuckled as he expelled it in a rush of spunk. 'Jeez,
that feels so messy,' his legs slid off my back and I lay on him belly to
belly feeling his hardness between our guts.

'You are so good,' I mouthed softly in his sweet ear, not to appear
unloving I nibbled his lobe and rubbed my belly on his stiffness feeling
the slick of sweat and his precum, he wouldn't last he was topline for a
pretty hot climax all of his own. The mornings exertions were done, he was
ready for more and much to my shame as the butch boy of the parnership I
had the urge to feel his outsized cock in me before he went to town on
Tran.

'I'm still hard and it aches,' he whispered somewhat hopefully.

'So... do it,' I smiled at him and rolled us over so that he lay on top of
me, if he couldn't work it out he'd be going back to his messdeck with blue
balls.

'Right,' his grin split his face from ear to ear as he realised what I'd
said. He got to his knees and roughly forced my legs apart.

'Take your time, Romeo.'

'OK, OK,' he ducked his head and did exactly as I had. He kissed me once
and slipped my legs up onto his shoulders and the moved in forcing my legs
to bend at the knees and my knees to come down onto my chest. 'Where's that
stuff?' He muttered.

'You don't need it,' I grasped his hot outsized cock and guided it down to
my portal. 'Slowly.'

I whinced and clutched the bedding I lay on as he slowy penetrated me, his
mansized cok felt bigger than Keith's. in fact, it was and he just kept
going. he didn't work in and out and gain entry like anyone else he just
took me in one slow remorseless thrust which brought tears to my eyes. His
grin grew broader as he stared into my eyes and then the blessed relief as
he withdrew a little and started to move to and fro. I held his narrow hips
to stop him making any untoward moves but he was over it now, he'd tasted
the power and was now up for his fuck. I don't know how long he'd waited
and dreamed about this moment but I worked with him, giving him the little
mews and groans, tightening and relaxing as he moved and stroking his
slender body as he pumped in and out.

'Faster,' I croaked and now I wasn't putting on a show. I was actually
beginning to enjoy it and as I might have said I'm not a natural
bottom. His big cock was now slipping in and out quite easily and he was
sweating a flood.

'Jeez, Micky, I gotta cum...' his fuck became frantic as he pumped faster
and faster.

'Yeah... .' I moaned as his spike dug deep and I could feel his spongey
glans deep inside me and then his shaft swell and the the pumping, the
unmistakeable feel as his hardness throbbed spewing and jetting his youthul
spunk deep into my body. As before he came like a young horse, I could
actually feel his juice inside me and then in my cleft as he flooded me and
lay on me with his softening penis buried deep in my body.

'Gawd...' he grinned. 'That was something else,' he giggled as I clutched
him and dropped my legs ejecting his softening erection. We lay together in
the mid afternoon gloom listening to the ceiling fan and the subdued
muttering from down the passageway. 'Wonder how they'd doing?' He looked at
me and grinned undoubtedly feeling quite pleased with himself.

'Don't worry about them, they'll be around in a bit.' Actually I didn't
know that but they had to come to us or we had to go to them, for the
moment I was quite happy laying in Billy's sweet, sweaty and spunky
embrace. The shower could wait as could the other two, we had the afternoon
to ourselves and I was content laying in his boyish arms and tasting his
sweet lips every now and then. We needed to come down from whatever cloud
we'd been on and let the breathing and heart rate get back to normal.

'That was great,' he finally whispered.

'No regrets at being... er...'

'Shagged?' He grinned. 'Our secret isn't it? Anyway, I wasn't the only one
who got stuffed, was I? Hardly going to advertise are you Mr Base
Policeman?'

'Not really,' I admitted with a quasi stern look. 'Might insist on a
rematch in the week.'

'Might just say yes,' he grinned.

'Alright, guys?' It was Keithy and behind him Tran with a big grin on his
sweet face.

'Come in, join us,' Billy and myself moved to one side of our alcove and
allowed the other two space to sprawl out. Tran's eyes were on Billy and
his extra long limp cock as soon as he'd sat. Keithy was a bit interested
as well it was time for me to make a move towards getting the second half
rolling.

'It is not worn out is it?' Tran fingered Billy's soft sex with one finger
as Billy laid back with a soppy grin on his chipmunk face. 'It lives,' Tran
spoke dramatically as Billy's meat twitched and I could see it visibly
begin to stiffen, the kid was insatiable.

'Time for a shower?' I spoke to Keith. 'Give the children some space?'

'Yeah,' Keith clambered to his feet and placing his bare foot in the middle
of Tran's back pushed his naked golden skinned form onto Billy's pale
body. 'Have a ball, kids,' he grinned and we wobbled off to the shower
cubicle. Let them have a bit of privacy, it would be interesting to see who
bottomed first. I just wanted to hold Keith in the cooling water and grope,
caress and snog... all the things I liked doing best with my Keithy. Tran
was gorgeous, Billy was wonderful but Keith was the boyfriend after all.

'Alone at last,' I held Keith's wet body under the tepid water and as ever
I felt myself rise to the occasion. 'Did you enjoy Tran?'

'More than somewhat,' Keith grinned. 'How did you get on with the kid?'

'Fine,' I rubbed my awakening penis up against Keith's. 'For a little butch
boy he turned out to be a bit of a raver.'

'Big dick though, I'm surprised you didn't finish up with a sore bum.'

'I did,' I laughed. 'But it was fun.'

'Who do you reckon is topping right now?'

'Billy boy, he's a sex machine,' I answered quite confidently. 'He's got
the hots for Tran as well.'

'So...' Keith looked at me and slowly smiled. 'I could creep in there
whilst they're at it and slip Billy boy whilst he's on the job.'

'And I could slip you one?' I suggested.

'Dunno about that,' Keith soaped my chest and worked his hand down to wash
my belly and finally took hold of my fresh erection. 'Poor ol' Tran would
get squashed.'

'Maybe there's be a spare mouth around,' I felt Keith below, he was ready
for more of the same. 'Let's go.'

'Yeah.' We turned off the shower and silently dried each other off, with
erections leading the way we crept around to the section where we could
hear the regular slapping of sweaty body on body and little grunts and
moans.

'Ssssssh,' I put my fingers to my lips and peered around the corner. A
sight for sore eyes indeed, Tran was on his back with his brown legs on
Billy's pale skinned back and Billy's overgrown cock was sliding in and out
of Tran's well spread fanny, the Malay boy's pucker was stretched so wide
it looked like it could split, it was even oozing cum as Keith's issue was
used as lube...  and Billy's pale prong just slid in and out, in and out.

'Faster, harder,' Tran moaned but Billy just covered Tran's mouth with his
own and continued his slow and measured fuck. He was clearly intent on
taking his time and enjoying his time alone but that was ended. We were
back.

'Go, Keith,' I whispered and Keith did. He leapt out and putting the flat
of his hand in the middle of Billy's back got right behind him and
positioning himself slowly sheathed himself in Billy's slowly moving
bottom. Billy froze for a moment but as soon as he felt Keith deep in his
belly he started to fuck again, he was fucking into Tran and backwards onto
Keith's advances.

I surveyed the threesome for a moment and noticing both Tran look up at me
and Billy crane around for a quick look I got in on the act. Kneeling
astride Tran's head I shoved my groin out and Billy immediately grabbed my
hardness and started to blow or rather suck. Tran went the other way around
and I felt two spit slicked fingers ram deep into my bottom and his other
hand softly caress my nuts. We were a foursome.

I think this was probably the peak of Billy's sexual experience and he was
getting off to a good start. Downward fucking into Tran's lithe body and
the golden boy's ever hungry little bum, getting fucked by Keith's fat
prong and sucking my man sized cock. He'd hit the jackpot bigtime and not
too bad for a kid on his first outing... well his first sexual outing that
was.

'Yeah, go for it, Billy,' I fucked the boy's face holding either side of
his head whilst Keith plundered his tight little bottom. Billy clenched his
arse, gobbled and rammed into Tran in a frenzy of sweat and stale spunk. A
coupling or trippling or even quadrupling to remember for a long time.

Keith was the first to come, a groan and I saw his body go taut as he
clearly climaxed deep inside Billy boy, I came at more or less the same
time and Billy gobbled and swallowed my splashes and spurts, my spunk oozed
and dripped from his mouth and onto Tran's smooth chest. As I fell to one
side and Keithy slid free Billy went into overdrive and Keith and myself
lay there panting with our exertions as we saw Billy's marble white flanks
tighten and clench as he very obviously shot his bolt. Tran, who was
virtually awash with everyone's sweat and cum screamed out loudly in
ecstasy until I crushed my lips onto his.

The beautiful Asian boy's thin legs quivered and then slipped down Billy's
back as he he felt the English boy fill him with youthful spunk, Tran gave
a final moan and without even touching himself his golden skinned hardness
jerked and pumped out three or four pearly white jets of thick creamy cum
some up onto Billy's chest but most onto his own flat tightly muscled
belly.

'Gawd,' Billy sighed and collapsed onto Tran doing the belly rub and
kissing furiously. Keithy grabbed me and stuck his tongue down my
throat... it was all over.


				  THE END


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