Date: Tue, 4 Mar 2008 00:45:32 +0000
From: G Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: SURREY SUMMER '83

'You'r WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it
may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note
that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
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SURREY SUMMER '83



by



G. Cutter



Here we go with a tale of a summer long ago, another time and another
place... maybe even a different world.

When I was a boy I lived in Holmwood which in Surrey one of the so called
Home Counties. I had a good childhood from what I recall, no sadistic
stepdaddy, no evil witch of a mum just loving, caring and rather laid back
parents. I suppose I was a damn sight luckier than most, my 'bestest
friend' lived two doors away, we had three weeks age difference and we went
to The Weald Church of England boarding school as day boys. Lovely
countryside of the bland variety I guess, rolling hills, lots and lots of
National Trust land which kept the place looking like countryside and not
like the stockbroker belt. There was a lot of Forestry Commission land
thereabouts as well which made it ideal for the kids who lived as locals
and the youg Scouts and hikers who infested the place in summer. I loved it
and it seems in later life that every holiday I remember before going to
Uni was one of endless sunshine and endless Jean-Paul.

Yeah, Jean-Paul was by 'bestest' and probably as Anglo-Saxon as I was
Norman, Roman or Celtic. That's going by the rough school guide they
applied at the time before historical DNA. If you were a blonde you were
probably a Nordic and if you were dark you were probably a Romantic or a
Celt. A complete load of drivel as we know now but it applied in our play,
in our playgrounds and in our minds when we were about ten or eleven. As we
reached the teenage years we treated it as much as what was taught then, as
complete tripe. Jean-Paul was as English as you could get in spite of his
Froggy name, his mother admired a French film star or singer and you can
guess the rest. My dad was vaguely biblical so I was called Peter and my
older brother Paul. Now you have us both. Me, Peter, dark haired and
slightly sallow skinned and Jean -Paul, called by all and sundry JP, as
blonde as any run of the mill Viking but not quite so butch.

I suppose our initial contact was when his family moved into the area
around three years before this story takes place. He joined me at the
infant's school and we both marked up well enough to progress to The Weald
Grammar as they called it then. By the time I hit my thirteenth birthday
party we were growing up, filling out or getting a bit of beef and muscle
on us. Still children but now very definitely boys heading for our moody
teenage years and looking forward to them. We were children of the
eighties, me with my long dark hair in what they called a 'pageboy' of all
things and he with his long blonde shoulder length hair which was generally
classed as 'hippy'. or 'cissy' to the retarded. There was no shame in our
hair, we were two amongst many at that time and we didn't give a toss
anyway. Unlike today's boys of that age we didn't drink, smoke or do drugs,
it was a different world. We lived in what was still English countryside
and if we saw a negro (can you say negro ?) or an Asian our heads would
turn in a double take, we were that much insulated from the real world of
about thirty miles away. I suppose we were like American Hillbillies, about
twenty years behind the rest of the world but hopefully a bit smarter than
Hillbillies are portrayed.

One thing JP and I did have and that was love. OK, so a free and easy love
which went with the period but we'd started to fumble at ten, got more
serious at eleven and we'd both popped a minor squirt as we reached twelve
and that was it. We'd done the full catalogue of boy on boy. We'd wanked
each other for starters, blown then sixty nined and by the time my
thirteenth came around we quite regularly shagged each other. Great fun and
no regrets either side, we were horny boys, we liked each other and we
fucked at the drop of a hat. In our twelfth summer we'd even indulged a bit
with the Scouts who had a big site a few miles away, we had great fun with
them, we learned a lot as you may have guessed.

The summer was on us again as my birthday rolled around and JPs followed
after mine so we'd do this holiday as thirteen year olds, it just had to be
one up on the previous year and that one was one to be remembered.

'Gotta be a good one,' JP lay back on my bed looking so bloody
desireable. This was the evening of the last day of term and we had broken
up for the long summer break, we were so looking forward to what we'd get
upto. Any normal kid would look at eight to nine weeks in deepest Surrey
with dread but not us, we weren't exactly normal.

'It will be,' I glanced at him from my bean bag. 'What we doing tomorrow?'

'Celebrating,' he came straight back. 'We can take some grub, go over East
Lodge pond and muck around in the woods. Even go and check out the Scout's
place.'

'Sounds good,' I agreed. Well, bearing in mind the pool was secluded enough
for skinny dipping and his remark about the woods was an all out invitation
to get naked again and romantic who was I to refuse. I grinned
inanely. We'd had a busy last few weeks at school and hadn't really had a
chance for a good get together, tomorrow was it.

'Peter.' My mum called up the stairs, it was a gentle reminder that it was
time for JP to make a move.

'No wanking tonight,' he grinned and moved in fondling my crotch. 'I wannit
tomorrow.'

'All yours, Jean.' I put my arms around him and allowed my hands to drift
down and cup his beautiful bottom. I was the only one who called him Jean,
mind you he was the only one who called me Pierre the Poof but it was a bit
of a pet name thing and we only used them in private. 'Gonna do you so hard
tomorrow,' I groaned, I was so stiff and so frustrated.

'Me too, lover boy.' He tore himelf away and straightened his clothing. I
smiled, he was so femme but he shagged like a rancid rabbit. 'Night-night,
babes.' He blew a kiss and was gone.

I lay in bed thinking about the previous summer. It had been fun and we'd
got on so well with the guy up the Scout place that he'd allow us to pitch
our tent for a couple of nights. Perhaps we'd get lucky this season, I
needed to remind Jean. Thinking about those two nights stiffened the
pecker, we'd had a baby Scout or maybe he was a Cub in that tent and had
some real fun. We never got to do the real dirty bit, the shagging as it
seemed we were a bit in advance of our peers but we had fun with the kid
all the same.

Shit, I reached down and my dirty thoughts had me as hard as a poker, so
much for not having a wank. I slowly moved my skin up and down on the hard
inner pinching the foreskin over my glans feeling it get easier as it must
have started to self lube. A bit faster and I grasped it with my fist
allowing the foreskin to retract and my glans to poke free. The final stage
and it was one solid lump with my foreskin history and I fisted faster and
faster. I hurriedly shucked the bedding down clear of my groin. 'Urgh,
unnnng...' I jerked and twitched as a huge streamer shot out and up my
chest splatting onto my chin and was followed by another two onto my
belly. ''Nice one,' I self congratulated and smeared my spunk over my belly
and tits, I was so hot for Jean but I was spent for now. I dug out my
tissues and cleaned up tasting the creamy goo on my chin and settled down
for the night.

The first day of the summer holidays and it was fine and sunny, not hot yet
but it would be later in the afternoon. I sat at breakfast listening to my
mother rambling on and decided on East Lodge pond which was public and then
cycle through the woods on the backtrails and have a look at the Boy Scout
camp ground which wouldn't be open for a week or so. We could have a poke
around there and it would be private enough for some real action. There was
also a pond to the rear of their grounds and this one would be totally
private. We hadn't been up there since the last shut down so this would be
in the way of an exploration as well as a good time to let ourselves go. We
could play nudists, that sounded fun.

Jean-Paul was around just as I finished my breakfast and we sat out on the
kitchen step as mum knocked me up some sandwiches and munchies for the day,
I had my cossy and towel ready and the bike was all oiled and ready to
go. I told JP my plan and he agreed, reminding me that my plan was the one
already agreed. He was very forward in our sexual encounters but very laid
back on the plotting and planning front. He let me do the leading and came
into his own once the going got sexy. Half an hour later we were on our way
with out bikes festooned with stuff like gypsy caravans. It was getting
hotter and although we didn't have far to go to the west, Leith Hill way,
it all gradually sloped uphill into woodlands. The good thing was that if
we did go that way the ride home was all downhill.

'Jeez, it's hot,' JP pulled up by the side of the road and grinned as I
pulled in alongside. 'You did it last night, you dog.'

'I couldn't help it,' I protested. 'I was thinking about your snowy
white...'

'Snowy white what?'

'You know. Come on,' I pedalled off and he followed.

What they called the East Lodge Pond was so called due to the fact there
used to be a huge estate there once upon a time but now it wasn't too far
removed from a through road and many local kids got there with their dogs
and model boats and some even came to paddle and swim. As soon as we saw it
was quite busy we started to have doubts.

'We can't do anything here,' JP moaned taking his helmet off and wiping his
brow. 'Bloody thing.'

Well, he was right, even at the relatively early hour of ten in the morning
the place was busy and our 'private end' where we had done things in the
past was occupied. The second remark referred to the damn silly cycling
helmets we were made to wear by our respective mothers. These were
hangovers from term time as you weren't allowed to cycle around the school
grounds without the monstrosities. Mind you, they kept the sun off your
head but made you awfully sweaty.  Anyway, we sat there for a while and
even chatted a bit to some of the other local lads before deciding to split
for the higher ground.

'Fuck off, fuck off...' JP squealed as a huge dog like a Hound of Zoltan
the Undead tried to shove it's long wet nose up JP's shorts I reached out
and stroked it between the ears and it gave me a doggy grin. Lovely thing
and it had good taste, I hoped to have my nose up there shortly. 'Pervy
dog,' JP smiled at me and stroked the side of the dog's face which was
quite well behaved apartt from trying to snaffle JP's bits.

'Here, Max.' A voice sounded to our rear and the dog looked up as if
reluctant to leave us. 'Come.' We both patted it's rump as it slowly
returned to it's master.

'Bye, Max.' I turned and saw this guy standing there clipping a lead back
onto the animal.

'Sorry about that boys,' he smiled and I thought what a good looker he
was. Don't get me wrong, I'm not into men even young ones like he clearly
was but he was dishy all the same.

'No probs,' I gave him a grin and got a dig in my side from JP.

'Slut,' he whispered. I'm bloody sure the bloke heard but he just nodded
casually and went off towing Max who was very reluctant to leave the smell
of JP's crotch. I knew exactly how he felt.

'We making a move, Jean. Up the old cycle path through the plantation to
the back of the Sprouts place.'

'Yeah, let's do it,' he stood and brushed saliva from his shorts. 'Bloody
dog.'

'You liked it,' I grinned and we mounted up only this time the helmets were
just plonked on our heads, too hot for the chinstrap and all the stuff they
put on them just in case you want to go headbutting a lorry. We didn't get
many lorries around here apart from the odd hay truck and they were
normally towed by tractors. The guy with the dog gave us a friendly nod and
helped Max into his motor which was a real flash Landrover type
thingy. Built like a tank and with enough chrome to sink a
battleship. 'Have a nice day,' I carolled like a tart and JP laughed. Five
minutes later we were in the old mature tree plantation which lay between
the road and the Scout camp at the top of the hill, it was about a mile
cycle up a narrow track but nice and quiet. Spooky Woods we called it but
it wasn't one of those primeval type places, this was Forestry Commission
land and I suppose it was a bit like parkland, loads of spaces, nooks and
crannies. Very popular for courting couples and youngsters to play games as
you can imagine.  Grossly underused as well which was the main
attraction. Once the Scout Camp started to function in a couple of weeks
the place would be crawling with kids doing their woodcraft things other
than firelighting I have to add. Fires were forbidden and there were signs
up here and there. No signs about kissing the bestest mate though. We
cycled into a little clearing and fell off our bikes, it was getting warmer
and I supect we were both getting hornier.

'Phew,' JP looked at me long and hard and then with a grin shucked his
shorts and briefs to his ankles and stepped out of them .He looked dead
funny with his helmet and kneeguards on as well as his coloured singlet. No
he didn't, he looked HOT. I swiftly got rid of my shorts and we met for a
hungry kiss grinding our hardening dicks together. I grabbed his soft bum
and held him tightly as he moaned and ground against me. 'Do me here,
Peter,' he looked around and shook his head dislodging his helmet. 'Spread
a towel and we can go and have a splash around in the pond up top.'

'You sure?' I looked around and it was deserted. Just as well as we were
both shuffling around half naked with very obvious erections..

'Yeah, no one can see us even from the trail,' he hissed and pulled his
singlet off. 'Want me?' God, when he used that plaintive little plea and
flashed me his best sexy look I was lost. Before the towels were in place I
had him on the ground and was into kiss mode. 'Slow down,' he giggled but
it was too late.

'Open up,' I grunted as I sucked his stiffness and his balls fingering his
sweaty crack. He gasped as my fingers found his pucker and I started to
prod and probe.

'Peteeeee...' he spasmed as one of my fingers jerked in through his ring
and entered his hot hole. 'Do me,' he ordered. 'We haven't done it for two
weeks.'

I was going for the sun tan stuff I had in my bag but spread his legs and
hoisted him into a crouching position. Spreading his white cheeks I sucked
and slobbered at his musky hole and before he knew it my now oozing penis
was at his sphincter and inside him in one smooth thrust.

'Aaaaah,' he pushed back onto me and chuckled. 'Just like the old times,'
he pushed back hard as I began to fuck. This one wouldn't last but this was
only the first of many. I think when we'd came up here earlier in the year
in the spring we'd done it around three, maybe four times each but that had
been an exceptional day. 'Yeah, he growled. 'Nice and hard.' We wriggled on
my mass and squeezed nearly making me cum on the spot but I held his
shoulders and settled into a steady in and out. He was so tight, so slick
and he was all mine.

We finished up on our sides with him wanking himself but now it was nice
and easy and when I came it was a bit of surprise to myself. God, I felt
faint and nearly passed out as my burning surges shot up my stem and
splattered into his tightly clamped hole. I could feel my spunk inside him
and inside his crack and he giggled and pushed back onto me. 'Dio you want
a go?' I nibbled at his ear.

'Thought you'd never ask,' he cackled and slid free pushing me onto my back
and raising my legs. 'Yeah, beautiful,' he smiled down at me and lowered
his head to kiss. I knew what came next, As he wriggled his hips I felt his
swollen and slimy knob press against my body and the little muscle yielded.

'Aaargh...' I tensed as I felt his hot boy cock inside me but it was
alright in a moment, we'd been fucking for a year now and were used to each
other. I held his hips and kissed as he plundered my bum. We weren't
strangers to this and it seemed to get better each time we did it , we were
quite naturally, jut that fraction bigger and just that shade older. My
parents talked about a 'growth spurt' yet to come and I wondered if my dick
would put on an inch or so. 'Come on, Jean... fuck me.' I growled and
smiled into his face as he started to thrust harder.

When he came it was a nice one and made me just as messy as he was and we
laid out idly kissing and playing around as the sweat and spunk dried on us
under the canopy of the trees. Niceley shaded from the sun, quiet apart
from the ocassional bird and peaceful. I could have been alone on the
planet apart from JP's warm body against mine as we started to trade spit
and relaxed back to horny from super horny.

'That was a good 'un, Petey,' he snuggled up and his long blonde hair
covered my face as he stole another kiss.

'Yeah, I agreed. 'We'll have to do it again.'

'Later,' he giggled. 'After a bit of a splish and splash around and
something to eat.'

'And before we leave,' he grinned.

'And in my bed if you come around on a sleepover.'

'Brilliant,' he guffawed and lay with my arm around his shoulders. OK, so
we were sweaty and stunk of boy sex but who cared. It wasn't even midday
yet and we had the rest of the day to ourselves.

We got our gear together and in a fit of stupidity starte to cycle up the
track bare arsed but soon gave that up. I tell you, dear reader, do not try
cycling with a cum filled bum. We hastilly donned our briefs and shorts and
tried again It was uphill all the way but we got there in the end even
sweatier and just about knackered but as we burst into the clear land that
edged the Scouts camp we gave a bit of a cheer and grinned at each other.

'I hope their toilet is open,' JP started to cycle again following a fox
track through the waist high grass.

'Not much point in locking up a shithole,' I laughed and followed now
dismounted and pushing my bike.

I suppose I should try and describe the camp. Basically it was an area of
National Trust land that was leased by the Boy Scout Movement and used
ocassionally but full time over the summer months. It was manned by a
Warden and a couple of staff who maintained an office, a small shop and a
boiler room which supplied a washroom, showers and toilet block and that
was it. There were two dormitories for use if bad weather moved in but were
rarely used. The place wasn't actually fenced as it was far too large but
there was a gate rigged across the dirt road that gave access, of course,
there were also signs up also restricting access but these were few and far
between and pretty discreet. Don't get the idea it was like a labour camp
for boys, it was all pretty laid back and JP and myself had spent time up
here the previous summer and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

The toilets were shut down other than a hasp and staple with a an unlocked
padlock holding it secure... thank Christ for that, we rushed in and did
what was needed. I saw that my skimpies were a write off and the moral is
don't have a healthy bum fuck and then go cycling, the saddle spreads the
cheeks and I'll say no more.

'Let's have a look around,' JP was bright and chipper as he came from the
toilet.

'Right.' We inspected the office, locked. The small shop and then the
kitchen, both locked. The dormitory or bunkhouse as it was rather naffly
(is that a word) called was open and we wandered in peering through the
grimed windows and peering in some of the old wooden lockers. 'Jeez... it's
so bloody hot,' I flopped onto a pile of dusty mattresses which must have
made a nice haven for the local field mice.

'Let's rest,' JP smirked and lay down alongside me. 'Nice and quiet up
here,' he whispered like we were in church.

'Innit,' I grinned feeling the stirrings again. These, by the way, are the
ones I get when in close proximity to my Jean. I've never sorted out if
they were feelings of love or lust but like twins we turned inwards and
faced each other, a slight smile was all it took and I was in his arms
again with my hands delving into his shorts. Great, he was half hard again
and it was getting thicker and harder as I fondled it.

'Shit, I can hear a car,' he sat up and cocked his head and then grinned
'Gone now.'

'Your imagination,' I grinned and tugged him down slipping my hand inside
his singlet feeling his smooth firmness. Five minutes later we were
writhing fully naked on the dusty bedding . 'Did you wash it?' I held up
his firm boy cock and admired the fully exposed red glans now fully swollen
and shining in the gloom of the dorm.

'Of course,' he stroked my thick black hair.

'Good,' I smiled and ducked my head.

'Aaaah, Petey,' He thrust up into my mouth as I took him right into the
back of my throat and once my head started to bob he began to move around
heading south. Usual routine with us but we'd been there, done it and
should have a gold medal by now. I slurped away as I felt his breath on my
belly and then his hands gently held me and he licked my pee slit and
swallowed my knob and flashed a toothy grin up my belly. His long blonde
hair was tickly but I loved it and reaching around him tried for his pucker
with my fingers but settle for going under and getting there. 'Oooh...' he
clamped on me and sucked twice as hard as I worked my lips and tongue on
his stiff sweetmeat and rammed my finger deep into his still slippery
hole. 'Gaaaah...' He gagged around my cock but kept on it and I almost felt
my warm spunk slide down his throat and then it splattered onto his chin
and neck as he let it go.

I finished him off rolling him oto his back with my finger still deep in
his warm hole. He let go two throbbing spurts and I tasted his sweet boy's
essence as I gulped and choked on his thick slime. God, it is so wonderful
to be on the verge of thirteen and have a boyfriend you can do absolutely
anything with. With a bit of luck we'd find a couple of decent Scouts or
should it be indecent. Maybe a threesome or a foursome. Great fun ahead, we
just needed to get lucky.

'Splash and slosh?' I shook him gently as he was laying like a dead boy.

'Yeah, great,' he looked at me and smiled with my cum gleaming on his
face. 'We're gonna have some fun this summer, Pierre, mon matey.'

'That's for sure,' I stood and helped him to his feet. 'Race ya!'

'Towels,' he shouted after me. 'They're with the bikes.' I came to a rapid
halt and we walked around to the toilet block where we'd hidden the
bicycles.

'What'd you lock if for,' I yelled at him as soon as he appeared. The lock
that had been hanging free was now securely snapped on and although not the
newest padlock in the world it wouldn't budge.

'Shit,' he stood there pulling his shorts up properly. 'I didn't lock the
fucking thing.'

'Well, I didn't,' I cried out in frustration.'

'True, but I did.' A voice spoke to our rear and we both span around.

It was the same guy that we'd seen on the lower pond and he had his dog and
was holding it by it's collar, thankfully the monster wagged it's tail. He
let it go suddenly. The damn thing circled us, had a sniff and shoved it's
nise right up the back of JP's shorts.

'Geroff, geroff,' he yelled and danced around.

'Max. Heel.' The dog reluctantly returned to his master and squatted. The
young man stared at us and I say young as I guessed he was somewhere in the
early twenties. 'I'm the Warden here for the next three months and I reckon
you are trespassers.

'We didn't know it was private,' JP retorted rather cheekily I thought
under the circumstances. I kept my mouth shut.

'Of course not,' the man replied. 'You'd better come to my office if you
want those bikes back.' He turned and walked around the back of the office
proper and there was his big Landrover with paperwork spread on the bonnet
and the doors open. 'Sit,' he indicated a bench and table, one unit like
this garden furniture you see in the garden centres. We sat and I glanced
at JP and he seemed unconcerned. I assumed it was going to be a swift
lecture and banishment, we'd hardly broken into the place.  This young guy
stood silently looking down at us and went around the back of his monster
vehicle and lifted the tailgate. 'Drink, lads?' He didn't wait for an
answer, he just lobbed a can of Seven Up at us each which we caught and
snapped open. Not so bad after all.

'Now what?' JP had to speak, my lover boy just could not keep his mouth
shut.

'What now indeed,' he looked at us and we in turn looked back. Well, you
know what we looked like but he was more the mature type even if young, big
as in around six feet, brownish hair cut in what I'd call a schooly or an
army cut, a short back and sides to get simple. He wasn't a monster but
quite slim although the muscles on his arms would take care of Motor Mouth
and myself. I noticed that he had a nice suntan and seemed from his open
shirt to be a smoothy. Oh, I might have mentioned before, he was handsome
in a film star sort of way. I thought he was quite nice but I had no idea
what JP thought. 'You put a good show on in the sleeping quarters,' he
grinned, 'Pity the windows were so dirty.'

'What..?' I looked at him in horror feeling my face begin to heat up into a
blush.

'Eck,' JP's mouth dropped open.

'Max is a fanny dog,' he spoke quite calmly. 'He can smell sex that's why
he has a thing for Blondy.'

'Perhaps he fancies me,' JP looked up boldly. I should say defiantly I
suppose but there's a time and a place for everything. We were a long way
from home, he had a bloody great dog and apart from having our bikes under
lock and key we were trespassing... come on JP, use your fucking head.

'Names.' A notebook and pen were produced. It semed our captor was running
out of patience, I doubt that JP's attitude helped.

'I'm Peter...'

He held his hand up. 'I don't want your second name. I just want to get a
handle on you.'

'Jean-Paul, they call me JP,' JP spoke.

'JP and Peter, or is it Peteeey,' he mimicked JP's squeal in the
dormitory. JP had the grace to blush as I did. We'd been well and truly
captured but this guy didn't seem concerned. He had an agenda and I
wondered if JP had him sussed out as well. I began to think things there
and then, this guy wanted payback, let's face it he wasn't getting heavy,
in fact, he was being pretty reasonable. I relaxed a little, as I've said
he wasn't a bad looking bloke.

'My name is William, you can call me Bill and I'm rthe Warden here for the
next three months.'

'So you've said,' JP butted in busily digging his own grave.

'You've got a big mouth,' Bill smiled. 'As you demonstrated in the dorm or
whatever they call the dump.'

'Sorry,' JP mumbled.

'You looked like you were heading for our pond.'

'We were,' I answered trying to keep the right side of him. 'That's why we
wanted the bikes, to get our towels.'

'Fair enough, Max and I were thinking about a splash around. It would be
even nicer with a bit of company.'

'We can stay then,' I flashed a look at JP. I knew that there was something
else to come but not what it was. JP grinned back at me, he was thinking
exactly the same as I was so Bill's next instruction didn't really come as
a surprise.

'JP, go and lean on the car door. Nice pose, just drape your self over the
window frame.'

'Eh?'

'Do it, Jean,' I growled. 'Stop playing silly buggers.'

JP stood and walked to the car and draped himself as instructed giving me
an evil look.

'Pete...' Bill looked at me. 'Gimme a little show with your pal... and you
know exactly what I mean,' he grinned. 'Turn away, JP,' he called over to
my pal.

I walked over and tugged at JP's shorts and he whispered something about
making it good and then stood still lifting each leg as I removed his
shorts and then tugged his tighty whities down. He stood there with his
patterned top on and his kneeguards which he'd retained all through the
morning. He also had on his bead thingy which he wore around his waist, he
thought it was sexy but as I was the only one who ever saw it I didn't
really see the point.

'Nice,' Bill murmured. JP craned his head around and flashed him a
grin. 'Fuck it,' Bill muttered. 'Go and get your towels, Pete,' he handed
me a bunch of keys. 'The small brass one. JP come and sit over here,' he
patted the seat alongside and JP smirked at me as I hurriedly walked off to
collect our gear. If I was getting the towels I may as well get the lot and
bring our packed lunch as well, of course, it never occured to me that
they'd get to playing whist I was away... that shows how dim I am.

I came around the corner completely lumbered with our stuff and
stopped. Bill was sitting on the bench facing outwards with a blissful
smile on his face as well he might. Bill was totally naked and he looked so
hot, JP was on his hands and knees merrily blowing away and Bill had a nice
sixer plus to blow on. He opened his eyes and seeing me grinned and
beckoned pointing down to JP's tail. I got the message, it seemed our
hassle with Bill might be over. What I'd half suspected was true... he
wanted to play games. I dropped the stuff and hurriedly peeled off my
things and grabbed my penis which had shot to a full erection at the sight
of my pal sucking on a man sized cock. Bill pointed again and this time it
was clear what he was indicating. I moved in behind JP and placed my hand
on his back and lowered myself guiding my fleshy missile to it's target. He
moaned around Bill's dick as I pierced his sweet sweating pucker and kept
going.

'Aaaah,' JP gave a satisfied moan and settled back to his blow job as I
worked my way in and slowly moved in and out. I had no chance of cuming it
was too soon but this was nice and Bill's hand smaked out and caught the
back of my neck. We kissed and he did kiss well as I fucked JP up his sweet
arse and Bill fucked JP's willing mouth. We took our time and took it easy,
I don't think anyone wanted to rush as we had all afternoon, it was nice
and I was quite happy letting JP take the lead on this one. Biill wasn't
huge but he was big if you get the subtle difference. Not one of those
massive eight inch dongs they talk about but a meaty six plus all the same
and that would make my little bnottom squeak... JP could go first.

I was quite happy in JP, I always was but Bill broke it up.

'Come on boys. lets have a splash around and we can get serious,' He gently
detatched JP from his task and JP gave a disappointed little frown but I
don't think he'd be kept waiting long by the size and state of Bill. I
slipped free and saw Bill's eyes on me as I got the stuff and together and
with Bill we laid it all out by the small pond. We had a splosh and splash
in the shallow water and generally chilled out groping and playing around
with each other and then relaxed on the bank. Bill was pigging out with the
stroking and fondling, I think he was enjoying his first day but I could
see he was hot for JP and it came as no surprise when he looked at us both
and laughed. 'You're a pair of beauties,' he looked at us both and I looked
at JP and grinned, I grinned even more as I felt Bill's hand on my bum and
a finger tickle into my crack.

'Go on, Peter,' JP whispered licking his lips. The slut, apart from
fancying Bill he would also probably get a buzz watching me get stuffed as
well. Not that I cared, we had a long way to go yet and I lifted my leg a
little feeling Bill's finger go straight to the spot. I flinched as he
pushed but JP had moved in and his sweet lips met mine as Bill's finger
entered me and he moved in and out quite easily. I thought he was going to
take me there and then and was quite looking forward to his big cock but he
had other ideas. As I ground up against JP kissing and fonding his bottom
Bills finger wriggled inside me rubbing against my prostate.

'I've got an idea,' Bill suddenly spoke. 'Time for me to sample the goods.'
I gazed into JP's eyes. This sounded serious presuming we were the goods.

'What do you want us to do,' JP spoke taking the lead.

'I'll show you,' Bill gently extracted his finger from my hole and stood by
the table throwing a towel over the rough woodwork. 'JP... just lay flat on
your back lengthways with your bum on the end.'

'Dodgy,' JP giggled but obeyed and took up the position all the same
probably anticipating being fucked on the spot.

'You, Pete... up and on at him like you're going to fuck but just rub
noodles.' I looked at him and shrugged clambering up onto the table and
crouching over JP like we were going to shag. JP's legs came up and I
managed to get in but belly to belly so that my hardon squashed against
his. It was a good position as we were now both dribbling a bit and as we
moved together our lips met and it was nice. I didn't know what Bill got
out of this apart from a show but we were soon to find out. His finger was
at my exposed hole again but this time with some sweet smelling oil which I
reckoned was custom built or sun tan lotion. His finger moved and then I
heard JP gasp, he must be getting the same treatment. Another moan from JP
and then I felt a greater pressure and two fingers broached me and started
to fuck, we just rubbed together kissing and I was getting harder and
harder as I shagged against JP and the fingers left.

'Aaah,' JP gasped into my mouth and he held me tightly. 'Aaaaaah...' This
time he held me really tightly and I felt Bill's belly on my bum... he was
in my lover boy. The bastard was shagging JP. I lay my face alongside JP's
allowing him air and he breathed hotly on the side of my face. 'It's OK,
Pete,' he whispered wrapping his arms around me. 'Ouch.'

God, this was it.' I felt Bill adjust us and then a huge pressure at my
pucker and a push. 'Aaaaah...' I felt my pucker open and then hot cock
spreading my sphincter and Bill's mass was in me pushing and moving opening
me up and then a little more pressure and I felt it slide into me and his
belly on my bottom.

'So nice,' he whispered and fucked just a few little prods and then he
slipped free. I felt the loss, I really did and then I heard JP moan
again. Bill was doing us both at the same time and he was moving faster. I
held onto JP and then he tensed up again and I felt Bill at me once
more. This time it was easier and he started fucking straight away. I
clamped on his hot cock and just started getting into it when he slid free
again and I moaned with frustration. JP's turn now and he flexed and
wriggled under me and then went limp and I knew why, Bill's swollen and
slippery knob was at me again.

This time he held my hips and went for it. I clutched JP and pushed back
against Bill. Our own dicks were now both weeping essence as we were shoved
together by Bill's shag.

'Aaaah....' I felt Bill's thick cock seem to swell and throb and then my
first taste of man juice. His thick cum shot up my back passage in a slimey
surge and he slid out and shoved it straight into a yelping JP to
complete. At the end he slid his dripping cock free and rubbed it up and
down over both our oozing holes.

'I feel fucked,' JP gioggled.

'I feel half fucked,' I whispered but Bill heard and laughed.

After that we were back in the water and then clambered out and lay on the
bank and ate our lunches. Jesus, it was barely one thirty and we were still
lumbered with a sex manaic with a long afternoon to go.

'How do you feel?' I asked JP as Bill went to the toilet.

I was worried at the size but I'm OK now,' JP grinned. 'He's got a nice
arse for a man,' he giggled.

'That's what I was thinking,' I admitted. In fact, I was just praying that
Bill was up for more games as the worms had to get a turn, to mangle an old
saying. 'Sssh, here he is.'

Bill returned and he had Max in tow who had been missing for a while. 'I
need a sixteen year old for a while,' Bill looked down at us and sat down.

'Don't we all,' JP sniggered.

'No,' Bill smiled. 'I need an assistant for the summer and unfortunately
you two darlings are a little young... you must know someone local.'

'Maybe,' I looked up and popped the question I'd been wanting to ask. 'The
last Warden let us spend some time up here last season. We like to camp out
for a week, we've got our own tent. Would you allow that?'

'If you wanted to chip in and help out you could stay up here as long as
you like,' Bill looked at us straight faced for once. 'No strings but think
on this sixteen year old, you must know some hard up sixth formers.'

'Does he have to be gay?' JP asked.

'What a question,' Bill laughed. 'No, he doesn't but it would be nice if he
was... say, worth chatting up.'

'Paul Roberts?' JP looked at me. Now, Paul was at our school and on the
verge of leaving. He was one of Weald Grammar's rare failures. He was as
thick as a plank but a good looker and I and JP knew perfectly well that he
was at a loose end as he'd just parted company with the school. He was
bloody good looking but whether or not he was into boy on boy was another
thing. I'd always liked him and we chatted now and then as he only lived
down the road.

'Give us a phone number before we leave,' I told Bill, 'and we'll get back
to you. You're offering this assistant pay?'

'Oh yeah,' Bill grinned. 'Unlike you two, you get paid in Scouts and you
pay your ground rent doing odd jobs or something.'

'That sounds good,' JP giggled and I laughed. Yeah, we could do business
with Bill this summer. I also had the idea that it was going to be a bit
more adventurous than our last one. The conversation dropped off after that
as we sat, ate and threw bits for Max who still seemed to have a fixation
on JP. After a bit of a tidy up we had another splash around and in the
process it was clear that Bill hadn't finished with us yet, he was getting
fruity to be blunt. JP was acting a right little slut which he was and it
had to happen in the end. We'd left the water and were standing there
watching Max trying to catch a duck and JP reached out and grasped my half
a hardon. I just grinned and reached out with both hands, one for my lover
boy and one for Bill's thick cock which was now in sticky out mode.

'Towels and table,' he muttered.

'Yeah,' JP laughed and ran over throwing towels on the table and then
himself on top of them. 'Who wants?' he lay on his belly with his head
resting on his arms.

'Jeez,' I sighed in despair.

'I can't pass this one up,' Bill whispered and smiled at me. 'I've never
been fucked by a dark haired beauty called Peter... so far.' He laughed and
climbed up onto the table and smeared some of his oil into JP's crack and
dug in literally. JP gave a yelp and then just lay there as Bill worked his
way in and started to move in and out taking his time. I stood there like a
dummy trying to take in what he'd just said and then it struck me. I was so
bloody slow at times.

I picked up Bill's tube of oil from the floor and climbed up onto the table
crouching over the pair beneath slowly humping. I smeared a glop of the
stuff deep into Bill's crack and heard a muttered 'Good boy' as I delved
deep and found his warm hole. He was nice and tight and his muscular
buttocks clamped on my fingers and then relaxed as he felt my slippery
prong slide across his cheeks, he parted his legs a little and I moved in.

I fed my hardness between his cheeks and pushed. He gasped as I entered him
but I'm sure he'd had bigger but was surprisingly tight being so much
bigger than we two were. He was good sex, not as good as my darling boy who
was underneath. Poor JP was being squashed but apart from a few moans and
groans seemed to be surviving. I plugged Bill deep and hard which he seemed
to like and eventually we worked up a nice rythm until the spasms came. I
shot a nice juicy cum deep inside Bill's tight arse and he must have done
the same with JP as my sweety did his little squeal and it was over. I
slipped free and dashed for the water followed by Max and the two on the
table split, had a little kissfest and joined me. I think JP and I were
begining to feel the strain but Bill was still going strong and had taken
to grabbing my cock. He was a randy sod and I had the funny feeling it was
my turn now but he had other ideas. He tried to give me a little blow in
the water but JP kept clambering over him putting him off his stroke. I
think JP had a thing for Bill but fair enough, he'd come back to me, he
always has done when he's had a little play around with another boy. He
just likes a bit of variety and what's wrong with that, deep down we're
soul mates or sister sluts, take your pick, I don't give a toss.

I love his long blonde girly hair, his beautifully smooth white bottom and
his firm young man's cock. I didn't even mind him doing the makeup and
lipstick thing but that's a secret, he he.

We finished up back on the table, it seemed Bill was somewhat of a Spartan,
I prefer beds myself. This time he lay flat and coaxed me up to straddle
his chest and feed my cock into his mouth. I had a fleeting image of Paul
Roberts in a similar situation but dismissed it, it would never happen with
that one but he was nice and one can dream. I slipped my hardening cock
into Bill's mouth and he began to suck as I slowly moved in and out, I
loved the feel of his strong hands clasping my buttocks squeezing and
stroking, quite a turn on. My dick was getting a bit sore but this was
perfecto and I closed my eyes as I face fucked our new friend.

I looked over my shoulder and JP was licking Bill's erection and tickling
his balls, he grinned at me and I saw his hand go under and Bill jerked. I
think JP had scored or at least his fingers had.

'Turn around,' Bill croaked.

'Sixty nine?' I grinned.

'Something like that,' he smiled up at me. 'I think your boyfriend has a
need...'

'For revenge,' JP made with an evil chuckle waggling his stiffy in our
direction.

I turned around and set to as Bill captured my dicky again and resumed
service as they say on the TV. Bill and I sixty nined. He had a nice meaty
cock and I happily slurped away as he lifted his legs for JP to play. I did
think that it had been in both JP and me but it was clean, nice and firm, a
solid chunk of flesh in my mouth. Suddenly he jerked and I could see that
JP had fingers in him and was moving them in and out quickly. Suddenly I
felt the itch and my heat on me, Bill must have realised as he grabbed my
hips and dragged me down deep into his mouth, I squirtted and spurted my
slippery cream straight down his throat. He swallowed and gobbled away and
finally sucked the last little drop clean. 'Sit on my face,' he grunted.

'What?'

'Your boyfriend has a need,' he explained as I shuffled around and crouched
over his face as if I was about to take a crap but his tongue and lips were
on my pucker and I supported myself on my arms. This was pretty new to me
and I liked it, disgusting but nice. I saw JP move in with his stiffness in
his hand and he positioned himself and thust hard and deep. Bill jerked but
lay there letting JP do his stuff.

The golden boy, my beautiful boy pugged way like a maniac fucking Bill and
wanking him at the same time. Bill had his hands under my cheeks supporting
me and I did my part by holding his ankles back exposing his hole to JP's
assault. JP hammered away furiously wanking at Bill's slick saliva coated
cock. Suddenly it all happened as JP fucked, Bill squirted long streamers
of ropey cum all over the place and JP giggled and rammed himself in deep
and hard. From his gasps I could see that he was cuming and from his
angelic smile I could see that he was satisfied.

'A pair of monsters,' Bill commented as we lay out after another refreshing
dip. Max had returned yet again and was sniffing but this time I was his
target, I didn't mind, I rather liked him.

'You started it,' JP grinned cuddling upto me just to show that in spite of
the day's performance we were still lovers.

'True,' Bill grinned. 'Here's my details,' he handed over a car and a
brochure of the camp.  'Chase up this kid for me, this sixteen year old you
mentioned. I'd like to break him in if he's interested.'

'We didn't say he was bent,' I sniffed and Bill laughed.

'Break in workwise if he's interested. 'The rest comes later if he shows
any signs... you know how it is,' he laughed at us both. 'Randy boys, good
boys,' he looked at us and smiled fondly. I perked, perhaps we weren't just
casual conquests after all.

Shortly after that we got our gear together and left him and the dog on
site. We had a mission and the long summer was looking a lot more
attractive, We even had time to visit Paul Roberts as being Saturday he was
probably watching sport on the box. Did I say I liked Paul (I probably
did), the thought of this sixteen year old youth naked and doing his stuff
was turning me on as we cycled down the old forest path.

'Still hot,' JP pulled in and we dropped the bikes and sat. It was a nice
spot and I looked at him and grinned.

'You must be worn out,' he looked at me and opened his legs an old trick of
his, he did it with the kids to see if they'd try and look up his shorts.

'Come on,' I picked up my bike and walked twenty paces or so off the path
and found a nice chunk of secluded mossy grass and flopped down, it was
nice and shaded but still warm and he flopped down alongside.

'I love it up here,' he sighed and rolled into face me. 'So peacful, so
quiet... and you're so bloody nice I could eat you.'

'Let's do it,' I grabbed him and tugged at his clothing. As I said it was a
long sunny afternoon and it wasn't over yet.


				The End (?)


I'm quite tempted to do a follow onto this but that depends on response.

I have a zip iof 3D Sims that accompany the story and these could be
considered 'naughty' but they are SIMULATIONS and not real kids.

The artist goes by the name of 'Malajuven' and his pictures and original
text of Italian kids inspired my story which is totally different to his
and my kids don't get into bestiality with the dog who I named after my
lust in 'Skins'.

Just EMail and ask for Sims Zip if you want it.

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