Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2009 12:49:36 +0000
From: Josh Cock <joshcock@hotmail.com>
Subject: Simon's Boy Part Four B

I debated between arriving on them unannounced, catching them with Angel's
hand up inside Sam's shorts and his cock still wet from its brief
introduction to fellatio, or giving them some warning so they could pretend
nothing had been going on. I decided on a warning, it was probably too soon
to embarrass Angel that much.

I crept back to the kitchen and called,

"Roll me one, Sam, I'm almost done here."

I smiled to myself at the thought of Angel's hand ripping itself free from
Sam's cock and the hasty rearrangement of his own, immaculate clothing.

It was, perhaps, a bit too hasty; his shirt had not been properly tucked
back in, and in his rush he'd not managed to do up the top button of his
perfectly tailored shorts. I acted as though I had not noticed and
concentrated instead on Sam. His erection stood straight upwards,
unrestrained by the thin cotton of his shorts, one leg of which was still
high on his thigh. I was quite certain that, if Angel had got Sam's cock
out to play with, it would still be fully on show!

"Been getting to know each other a bit better, then, I see," I couldn't
resist the comment, even though I did try, well, just a little.

Sam sniggered; Angel's face went the same colour as the geraniums on the
balcony.

"It's ok, Josh," Sam grinned at me, a grin that told me, even if I hadn't
seen, and heard, the evidence, that his planned seduction of Angel, if not
yet complete, was well on the way. "Angel knows about us."

I went back to my acting days and put on a look of stage horror, though not
going as far as clasping a hand to my mouth; that would have been hamming
it too far.

"He sorta worked it out when he went to the bathroom," Sam carried on,
saving me from having to find an appropriate phrase to express my concern
at his `revelation'.

Instead I looked as though I did not understand; a look I'm quite good at
and have improved on considerably since I've had Sam around!

"Well," Sam carried on, "There is only one bed, so it's fairly obvious our
sleeping arrangements are, shall we say, unconventional."

"Please do not be concerned, Senor Josh, I have given Sam my word. I will
take your secret to my grave."

"That is, indeed, most honourable of you, Angel, and nothing more needs to
be said. We are in your debt."

I tried desperately not to laugh at the fourteen year old boy trying so
hard to behave like an adult, Sevillano aristocrat, when, in reality, he
was an almost completely pissed fourteen year old boy!

"Now drop the formal stuff, Angel, and behave like a boy, for fuck's
sake. Stop trying to be a pompous, stuffed mattress of an adult. You're
only a boy for a horribly short time, so don't waste it. Have fun and do
all the things a boy should do; and as many of the things a boy shouldn't
do as you can get away with."

The poor boy looked horrified, so I tried to put him out of his misery.

"That's not an insult, Angel, and we are truly grateful that you so
obviously accept us for what we are; but just relax, be yourself, your real
self, the one you have to keep hidden away at home and at that expensive
school of yours. The you that Sam and I have seen and like; so carry on
getting stoned and pissed, carry on talking about the things that boys talk
about when there's only boys around."

"Told you he understands boys," Sam put in.

"And if you want to go to bed with Sam, you already know where the bed is!"

I couldn't resist making his face go geranium again!

Sam hooted, Angel spluttered.

"Come an' sit down, Josh," Sam instructed me. "Get pissed an' stoned with
us; an' talk dirty with us as well."

I was going to protest that Angel had suffered enough embarrassment, but
Sam ignored that and simply added to it.

"He's here till Saturday, an' there's no way you'll ever go that long
without wantin' me cock, an' I sure as fuck ain't gonna hide in the
bathroom with you while you have a gobble."

I had to acknowledge the truth of that!

"You got two boys here who wanna be boys, so, like you said, make the most
of it."

"Definitely tempting," I admitted, "Especially when one of them is so
appropriately named!"

"Hey, stop makin' passes at me mate," Sam giggled and poor Angel went
geranium yet again.

"Wasn't making a pass, just an observation;" I gave Angel a wink to try to
let him know this was just a game.

"Anyone gets a hand inside his knickers in the next half hour, it's gonna
be me," Sam stated; which did nothing to reduce the colour of Angel's face.

"Half an hour," I mused; "I think I can probably wait that long." Sam spat
gin and orange over his shorts.

"Now look what you made me do," he mock complained.

"Anyway," I rubbed it in, "I thought you'd already been there." I stared
directly at Angel's still not properly fastened shorts, which made him go
an even deeper shade of red and caused Sam to spill more gin and orange on
his already wet shorts.

"Now I'll have to change," he moaned.

"I know," I said sympathetically, "And you haven't got another pair to
change into."

"Haven't, have I," he said as though considering things. "Oh, well, only
one thing for it." He stood, calmly dropped his shorts, removed his top and
sat back down, gloriously naked, his cock still in full mast position.

"No problem gettin' at it now," he giggled at the other boy, who was, of
course, even redder yet.

"Problem gettin' at his though," Sam nodded in Angel's direction. "He's got
fuckin' armour on under those fancy shorts."

"No I haven't," Angel sputtered in protest.

"Take fuckin' siege engines and batterin' ram to get inside those."

It was a challenge, of course, a dare that Sam calculated Angel's pride
would make him unable to resist.

"We could be seen," he protested weakly.

"Who fuckin' by?" Sam snorted. He was right, naturally; Sam, as I had
learned, always planned properly. He'd lowered the bamboo screens at each
end of our balcony and our height, plus the strategically placed plants on
the wall, prevented anyone on the course from seeing a thing unless we
stood up and paraded around.

"Your choice," Sam dismissed the subject, implying as he did so that Angel
was chicken, which meant the only way for the boy to save face was to
accept the challenge and surrender his fortress underwear.

"Alright, then," he said defiantly, removed his expensive shirt, folded it
carefully, placing it on the stone wall seat beside him, then slowly undid
the zip of his shorts easing them down as though doing a strip tease. They
too, were carefully folded and placed before his briefs followed, equally
teasingly, down his firm thighs and off his feet.

 He stared, challenge pouring from his eyes, at Sam; his deliberate and
methodical striptease an almost mocking raise of the stakes, while both Sam
and I watched his delicious cock, already half full, complete its inflation
to stand as upright as Sam's already was.

Nice cock; a fraction shorter than Sam's five inches, it was also just a
bit thicker and with slightly less foreskin, a skin that looked as though
it would peel easily; the sort that your lips can ease back so your tongue
can tease the exposed, sensitive glans when you suck.

"Nice one," Sam breathed, referring both to the fact that Angel had
accepted and raised the challenge and that what he had revealed was,
indeed, well worth revealing.

And worth revealing it certainly was; as beautiful as the boy who owned it,
the pale blond hair on Angel's head complemented perfectly by a darker
gold, compact bush that strayed not upwards, downwards nor sideways. Angel
dressed had been tasty, Angel naked was boyhood perfection.

"Just leaves you, Josh," Sam spoke without, for one single second, taking
his eyes from Angel's treasures.

I looked at Angel, asking without words if he wished me to join the game
and he gave the slightest nod that he did, but his real attention was on
the effect his nakedness was having on Sam who was almost dribbling with
desire.

"Your move, I think," said softly, but with a hint of a taunt. `I accepted
your challenge, now I give you one in return.' There was no need for him to
voice the words, they were written all over the mocking smile on his
angelic face.

"Fuckin' gorgeous!"  Sam whispered, still his eyes glued on Angel's
cock. "That is so fuckin' gorgeous!"

Angel twitched his cock, almost as though he was inviting Sam to make a
move on it, and that is exactly what Sam did. He moved from his chair,
knelt in front of the other boy and lowered his open mouth over the jerking
treasure, taking it in right down to its dark golden haired root.

"Oh, yes, Sam; oh, yes," Angel breathed, as Sam's lips and tongue began to
move on him. His eyes were shut, his lips parted, as he gave himself up to
the pleasure I knew was flowing through him. He either didn't care about,
or was completely oblivious to, my unwavering concentration on their
shared, boy lust.

Angel was Sam's first boy, but he knew well enough, from being the willing
subject of my ministrations for the past fourteen months, exactly how to
give pleasure to a boy's body. He knew all the erogenous zones and he knew
what to do to them. His hands were all over Angel's magnificent nakedness
as he sucked. A stroke and a squeeze of the shoulder, a hand sweeping from
shoulder to groin and from groin to kneecap; sweeping back up, pausing to
fondle and gently tweak a nipple that was now standing a stiff nub, a dark
rose jewel in a puffy, dark brown setting; and then down once more to
caress and stroke silken thighs, thumbs inside so that each stroke, as it
took his hands higher, brought those thumbs into the hot, hairless crack
between balls and legs.

Angel lay back in his chair, legs parted and outstretched, and all the
while his eyes stayed shut and his lips parted. Soft sounds of pleasure
escaped from him as Sam sucked and his hands moved.

 I expected Sam to slow down, to lead the boy slowly towards his climax,
even to stop before he got there, but this was Sam's moment. The boy he had
lusted for, had risked all to seduce, was naked under his hands and his
mouth, and Sam wanted his reward.

Using just his mouth on Angel's cock, and his hands on the boy's wonderful
body, he took Angel to the brink and then over that brink. Angel's body
stiffened, his breath came in short, panting gasps; his hands tried to push
Sam's mouth from his cock, knowing that his spunk had started its
unstoppable rise from his balls and thinking, wrongly of course, that Sam
would not want his mouth filled by his release.

Almost roughly, Sam knocked away the warning hands, and when Angel cried
out, in a last, desperate attempt to warn of his relentless orgasm, Sam
gripped hard on the quivering boy's hips, moved his mouth off just a bit,
so only the head of Angel's cock was held in his lips, and the spunk jets
would hit his taste buds, flowing onto his tongue and allowing him to waste
not one, single drop.

Angel's body tensed and jerked, his pent up breath released in a long,
shuddering sigh as he exploded into Sam's greedy, grateful mouth, and my
boy held the love offering in his mouth, savoured it and swallowed slowly,
so he had room there to milk out the last, remaining drips.

Angel lay still, though his chest and stomach still heaved; his eyes still
shut and his lips still parted as his mind began its slow return to his
body, its return from that place a boy's mind goes when his cock is so
passionately sucked.

"Oh, god, Sam," he whispered when enough of his mind had returned to allow
his lips to move and make words. "Oh, god, I didn't know it would be
anything like that!"

Then his beautiful eyes, open at last, flashed concern, his long, golden
lashes fluttered with worry;

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Sam," his concern overriding his orgasmic delight which
lingered still throughout his body, "I'm so sorry. I tried to warn you: I
didn't mean to spunk in your mouth!"

"Exactly where you were supposed to spunk," Sam grinned up, delighted both
with himself and with the cream Angel had fed him. "House rule number two."

The bewilderment on Angel's face was almost comical.

"We never waste spunk," Sam told him. "An' anyway, it's fuckin' delicious."

He couldn't stop himself from giggling at the look on Angel's face, so he
added to the boy's confusion.

"Josh goes ape if he don't get a load first thing in the mornin'; reckons
it far better than yoghurt!"

Angel lost his concern in a spontaneous snigger at that and enquired if
that was house rule two, what was rule one?

"Never wear clothes if you can be naked," Sam announced with one of his
huge grins.

"I like the sound of that rule," Angel grinned back; "I think I might be
naked a lot here."

"Fuckin' better be, son," Sam was insistent. "What you had was just a
starter!"

"I don't know about rule two, though." Angel sounded worried. "I don't know
if I can swallow spunk."

"No worries," Sam was quite unconcerned, this was a problem he'd
anticipated. "You don't think you can do it, I'll let you know when it's on
the way an' you can let Josh finish me off."

I liked the way both boys had automatically accepted that Angel would be
sucking Sam later, but, somehow I had the feeling I would not be called
upon to assist with Sam's climaxes! He'd just issued another challenge to
Angel, and the only way the poor boy could save face was by swallowing
Sam's spunk.

"Anyway," Sam raised the stakes again, "Mouth ain't the only place you can
squirt spunk!"

Angel's jaw hit his knees again. Had Sam just said what he thought he said?
Was Sam suggesting that they fuck?

Of course he was. My Sam had never been subtle; he wanted Angel's arse, so
he simply said so!

I tried to ease things by suggesting that we should go inside. It was still
plenty warm enough to stay out, but I thought a change of scenery might
calm Sam down a bit.  I got that wrong!

"Yeh," Sam agreed enthusiastically, "We can have another joint and watch
some porn."

Another joint? Sam was pretty wasted already, and poor Angel was somewhere
near Mars.

"Porn?" he asked, weakly.

"Yeh," Sam enthused, "We got tons of gay stuff an' some lezzy and straight
as well. I reckon some boy on boy stuff, give Angel a few ideas," he looked
at me and winked, "let him know what he's been missin' out on."

To my surprise, Angel's face registered, not disapproval, but total
agreement.

"Boys fucking boys?" he asked, sounding quite hopeful.

"Loads of that," Sam giggled, "Josh's favourite."

"Then I want to see that," Angel decided, before looking directly at
me. "You can choose something you think I'd enjoy watching," he said, then
went on, "Do you think I've got a nice cock, Josh"

Sam sputtered; if he'd had a drink in his hands he'd have spat it
everywhere.

It was a fairly pointless question; I'd hardly taken my eyes off Angel's
beauty since the moment he revealed it.

"I think you have a beautiful cock, Angel," no lies there, "Absolutely
beautiful."

"Then I'll sit in the middle," he announced, "So you can feel it as
well. Sam will be too greedy if he is between you and me."

"Hey!" Sam pretended to be put out, "You're my golf partner, not his."

"But I am his guest," Angel managed to keep his face straight, "And I
should repay his hospitality."

Give the boy another joint, quick, I thought. I might get a mouthful of
cream as well!

My chances of that went up with Angel's next comment. Still with a straight
face, he carefully explained to an astonished Sam,

"You and Josh have been doing these things for a year; this is my first
time, so I have a lot of catching up to do. If I am in the middle I can
have both your hands all over me at the same time, and I will learn
faster."

A moment's silence while Angel's words sank in, then both boys collapsed in
weed aided laughter.

"You are fuckin' priceless," Sam gasped when he had enough breath.

"When you suggested we should shower, I hoped it might lead to us having a
wank together," Angel confessed. "I never dreamed it would be like this."

It must have been that weed moment when confessions just make their
appearance. Without looking up from the three joints he was creating, Sam
said, in a matter of fact tone,

"Thought I had a chance of gettin' inside your knickers; now I wanna get
inside your arse."

"How much weed you got?" Angel sniggered.

"Enough," Sam grinned. "But before I get my cock in you, I'm gonna have you
fuck me senseless, if you don't mind, that is."

"Quite the opposite;" Angel, grinning like a Cheshire cat, started to reach
for Sam's cock, but, unable to get near it because of Sam's creative
activities, changed his mind and went for mine instead.

That did feel good, Angel's angelic hand caressing my pill solid length,
and, like Sam, I knew straight away it was not the first, or even the
second, time Angel had held cock.

"Feels like you know what you're doing," I dared to say.

"Like I told Sam earlier," he confessed, "I have wanked with two other
boys, but only wanked. I like cock. I'm a boy."

"Thank fuck for that," Sam guffawed, "Josh'd be well pissed off it had been
mixed pairs we were playin' next week."

"You don't like girls?" Angel asked, making sure I certainly liked him by
what his hand was doing to my cock.

"Been there, done that, prefer boys," I joined in the confessional.

"Then you are a lucky man, you got two to play with;" Angel snuggled in
close and started work on my balls. Naturally I had to feel his splendid
legs and one thing led to another, so by the time Sam had finished the
joints I'd managed to encourage Angel to another erection.

We watched the porn and smoked, quietly fondling each other, Angel getting
his wish with two pairs of hands exploring every reachable inch.

"I really didn't know boys could do all those things to each other," Angel
commented when porn and joints were finished. "Where do we start?"

Sam answered that by pulling the other boy into him and going for a kiss,
and while their tongues played games I used my mouth on Angel's cock, using
my lips to peel him and my tongue to stimulate his sensitive, uncovered
glans.

"You're right, Angel whispered in Sam's ear when their mouths parted, "He
really does suck fantastic."

"An' you know what they say about boys who open their mouths," Sam grinned
at me over Angel's shoulder, which nearly made me bite his delicious
morsel.

"What's that?" Angel was curious, not wanting to be left out of what seemed
to be a joke.

"Mouths ain't the only thing they'll open."

"I thought we'd already agreed about that," Angel pointed out. "As I said
before, where do we start?"

"You two lads want an hour in bed to yourselves?" I offered, feeling
generous.

"No way, this is a three ball round," Angel insisted, and Sam, as always,
capped it with,

"Six ball, three clubs; an' it's only a three hole round." This, naturally,
resulted in helpless laughter from all of us.

Sam took charge, it was, after all, his seduction scene and he had the
right to dictate the order of events.

"Josh," he asked in his best pleading voice, "D'you think you could warm up
Angel's hole for us? I really ain't ready to go rimmin' yet."

"Rimming?" Angel had never heard the term.

"Won't explain it," Sam giggled, "You'll find out what it is. When you come
down from the ceiling, that is."

"I think I could force myself," I said, mentally licking my lips at the
prospect of getting my tongue inside Angel's arse.

"Then, when he's got over the shock, he can fuck me; then we'll have
dinner."

I took the hint. I was to prepare Angel's hole and get him so hot he'd ream
Sam without hesitation and without the inevitable fear of getting his first
fuck wrong; then I'd disappear while he did it.

I positioned Angel so he was kneeling on the sofa, and Sam thoughtfully
gave him cock to suck so he'd have two things to concentrate on, and then I
went for his hole.

Long, slow, teasing licks first, just missing his rosebud but missing
nothing else, and obviously appreciated enough to make the boy take his
mouth off Sam's cock so he could gasp and moan.

He was just a fraction hairy, as Sam would have been by now if he didn't
use the razor to make sure he stayed perfect, but nowhere near enough to be
off putting.

Once he'd got used to the feel of a tongue lapping him I pulled his cheeks
as far apart as I could, put my lips over his rosebud and sucked.

He squealed, he wriggled, he moaned, and he pushed his arse back onto my
mouth, which was just what I wanted: tongue out, centre of the rosebud
found and tongue pushed forward.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," was the response, repeated when I flexed
my tongue inside him.

"Think he's found out what rimmin' is," Sam chortled, but I wasn't certain,
so I licked him, tongued him and ate him until he was a quivering wreck and
my mouth ached.

"Time I got dinner," I said when I came away from my delicious starter of
boy hole.

Once in the kitchen I heard Sam saying,

"Don't be scared, just shove it in and start fuckin', I been fucked loads
of times so you ain't gonna hurt me."

Thoughtful boy, my Sam, though from his sharp intake of breath when Angel
obviously made his entry, he wasn't completely correct when he claimed it
would not hurt.

Sam has never been the sort of boy who hides his feelings and he's always
gloriously vocal when he's being fucked. Now I heard Sam at his best:

"Fuck my arse; let me feel that cock; deeper; faster; more; ride me, ride
me hard; fuck me more; oh, yeh, feed me your cock; breed my hole," and
similar variations on that theme.

Angel must have taken these hints as Sam's urgings stopped, being replaced
by a succession of grunts, each grunt accompanied by the unmistakeable
sound of flesh hitting flesh as Angel drove into him, his hips slapping
against Sam's arse with each down stroke.

The slapping and grunting stopped for a bit; some rustling and the sounds
of two boys breathing heavily indicated to me that a position change was
taking place and I wondered what they'd moved from and to. My guess was
from a doggy start to Sam on his back with his knees by his ears; he's a
supple boy, quite capable of sucking himself with no visible signs of
strain, and this, his favourite position, opens his hole wide for
aggressive fucking, and Sam really does like to be fucked hard.

The grunts and slaps returned, this time encouraged by Sam yelling,

"That's it, Angel, bury that cock deep in me, fuck my arse raw."

Grunts and slaps at a faster pace and then Sam yelling again,

"Oh, yes, fill me with your spunk; pump that baby juice deep inside me!"

Two almost simultaneous cries indicated that Angel had done as required and
Sam had felt the boy's hot cream spurt inside him.

"Dinner," I called, and took in the first plates, preceded by my
erection. The sight of two naked boys, Angel on top, using their little
remaining energy in a post orgasmic snog, made my cock jerk with jealousy.

"Just clean up me arse," Sam said prosaically, "Don't wanna leave no stains
on the furniture;" and he giggled his way to the bathroom while Angel
dragged himself from the sofa and almost crawled to the table.

"Shit!" Sam said, his face, still red from the exertion of his fucking, a
satisfied smirk, "That was one fuck of a fuck!"

He stopped behind Angel and gave him a kiss on the back of the neck;

"You can have my arse anytime you want," he breathed in the boy's ear.

I gave a little cough at this, and looked stern: I wasn't serious, and Sam
knew it was only a tease.

"Don't worry, Josh," he grinned over Angel's naked shoulder, "Ain't gonna
cut down your allowance; this is just boy bonus!"

I wouldn't mind having a bit of that boy as a bonus either, I thought!

We sat and chatted, with another joint each, of course, while dinner was
digested, before Sam suggested they have an early night.

"You don't mind, do you, Josh," his eyes pleading.

"Course not," I managed a smile. Much as I wanted to be close around when
Sam popped Angel's cherry, I couldn't refuse his request to do this
unobserved. "I'll try not to wake you when I grab a sleeping bag later."

"No!" Angel interrupted firmly. "The bed is big enough for three, I think."

I had mixed feelings about this; I'd love a night with these two boys, but
my presence might keep Sam from his objective.

Sam wanted to protest, he could see his cherry popping plans falling in
ruins, but there were rapidly rebuilt when Angel announced,

"Josh knows you are going to fuck me, Sam, and I know you are going to fuck
me. I might even like it, and if I do I might want Josh to fuck me as
well. He can't do that if he is asleep in a bag, can he."

"Ok," Sam conceded, giving me a beaming smile. I knew he had no problems
with me being around while he pounded Angel's arse, he'd only been worried
Angel might not give if I was there as well.

He leaned into the other boy and whispered something in his ear. I couldn't
hear what it was, but Angel's face broke into a smile and he nodded his
agreement to whatever Sam had suggested.

I cleared up the dinner things, and with them all washed and out of the
way, I made my way to the bedroom. Sam was already in bed but Angel was not
there with him. I raised a questioning eyebrow and Sam grinned,

"In the bathroom, washin' his arse: told him if it was nice and clean you
might be talked into eatin' him again an' he was in there like a shot!"

I gave Sam a grateful smile; checked he'd put the lube handy, which of
course he had, and got into bed with him.

"Magic, ain't he," Sam whispered, and then giggled, "An' now I'm gonna find
out just why you like boy arse so much!"

"How you gonna take him?" I asked; wanting to make Sure Sam didn't mess it
up.

"Same as you did me," he said, "You can eat him, get him all wet and happy,
then I'll gobble him and finger fuck him. Stretch him and make him spunk
again so he'll be open and relaxed when I put it in him."

"Nice one," I agreed and decided it was time for a snog, which we were
still enjoying when Angel climbed into bed with us.

There was no time wasting once Angel was in bed with us, a few moments
spent on getting the boy in a position where I could rim him and Sam could
get his mouth round the boy's cock. We finished with Angel on his side, his
left leg up and over Sam's body and me on my side, lower down, with
comfortable access to his nicely opened crack.

Angel's arse was a perfect finish to my dinner; the aroma of a boy's most
intimate place mixed with a hint of soap is a better ending to a meal than
a good brandy. I made the most of it, licking and deep tonguing his still
virgin hole until it was pulsing open at each push of my tongue. His moans
of pleasure were delightful, brought on by both my tongue and Sam's as he
worked Angel's front parts while I did his back one.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and came away from my desert to see Sam
gesturing for me to move, and as soon as my face was away from Angel's
nicely wet hole, Sam slipped a lubed finger in its place. I sat back to
watch Sam slide his finger in right up to the knuckle, work it for a few
moments, then slip a second in to join it. He had three fingers inside in
no time at all and Angel just groaned happily, giving himself up to the
flood of feelings Sam was sending through him.

He could have fucked now, Sam's cock was no thicker than three of his
fingers, and Angel was taking them, not just easily, but with total
pleasure, but he stuck to his plan. Perhaps because this was the way I'd
popped his cherry, or perhaps he just wanted another mouthful of angel
cream; either way he just kept sucking and finger fucking and I could tell
by the reactions from Angel's body that Sam had found the magic spot.

The boy gasped, stiffened and then, with a great intake of breath followed
by a huge gasp and moan, he let go his load.

Sam looked over to me, opened his mouth to show me his reward, swallowed
with relish, and moved to replace his fingers with his cock.

I was worried that Sam might get carried away, fuck Angel as he liked to be
fucked himself, hard and fast, but I had no need to be concerned. Sam
fucked him long and slow, gentle pull backs and equally gentle thrusts in.

Angel simply surrendered to the joy of being fucked. His cherry popped, his
virginity history, he was simply loving the feel of cock inside him.

It was incredibly sexy and, at the same time, quite beautiful to watch two
fourteen year old boys fucking for the simple, uncomplicated pleasure of
fucking.

Sam made it last as long as he could; he'd learned a lot from being inside
me fifty or sixty times and he knew how to delay an orgasm, but Sam hadn't
spunked since he gave me breakfast, and that was fourteen hours ago. Even
keeping to his long, slow, almost loving strokes, he couldn't hold on
forever and he spunked with a load moan, filling his friend with hot,
fresh, boy juice.

Sam eased his softening cock out of its hot sheath and Angel rolled onto
his back, a beatific smile on his young face.

"I like being fucked," he said softly, "I like it and I don't want it to
stop yet."

"Give us a chance, mate," Sam muttered, gasping for breath after his long
delayed orgasm; "let me balls fill up again first."

"Josh already has full balls," Angel pointed out, "And I am sure he would
love a chance to empty them."

I wasn't going to argue with logic like this, so, as Sam moved away, I
moved in, lifting Angel's legs for Sam to hold as I positioned myself at
Angel's still wide open Gates of Joy.

I entered him smoothly, though not without some firm pressure. Open as he
was from Sam's fucking of him, lubed by Sam's sperm, it was still an entry
into a young teen hole that had never stretched to receive anything as
large as it now had to take.

Angel winced slightly as his hole expanded to accommodate my thick six plus
inches; Sam had only a bare five slender ones, and I groaned in lust as his
hot, slippery tunnel opened enough to sheath my sword in his intestines.

I fucked him as Sam had fucked him, long, slow strokes so as not to bruise
his hole too much; if his arse hurt in the morning he might not let himself
get fucked again, and I knew Sam wanted to use that boy's arse as much as
he could in the months to come.

I woke in the morning to find the boys tight in each others' arms, and
tried to slip quietly out of bed so they could wake to each other and do
with each other the things boys need to do when they wake, but the boys
were not asleep.

"Oh, no you don't, Josh," Sam giggled, a giggle echoed by Angel as they
shared a private joke.

"Just going to make some tea," I protested, but Sam stopped me by saying,

"Breakfast first."

He disentangled himself from his new boy lover and positioned himself
astride me, his cock, solid with morning glory, aimed at my mouth.

What could I do but open wide, accept his cock and let him face fuck me
till his hot cream filled my mouth. And even then the boys were not
finished; when Sam had spurted he was replaced by Angel who repeated the
face fucking, giving me a second morning load to swallow.

When they are set free from the conventions that constrain them, boys love
uninhibited sex. Perhaps that's why I love boys so much!



The boys won their competition and continued as firm, in all senses of the
word, friends for the next two years. Angel came over to play every
weekend, and although he rarely stayed overnight, the boys always went back
to the apartment and fucked away the afternoon.

I never had sex with Angel again, though I did see a lot of him naked,
often with his cock inside Sam or the other way round, and my Sam, being
the thoughtful boy he was, even introduced his friend to girl cunt. He
brought back some slut from the village who was more than happy to deal
with two teenage boys, and they rutted away while I watched some football
on the television. Sam asked me if I wanted to watch them at it instead,
but watching boys fuck girls does less for me than a warm gin and tonic!