Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2008 13:25:38 +0000
From: G Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: SURREY SUMMER '83 - 4

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SURREY SUMMER '83



Chapter 4



by



G. Cutter


Hey ho and away we go.

We approached the gate with Bill and his hellhound in the front of the
vehicle and we three in the rear. The remainder of our kit was scrunged in
somehow and our three bikes were clamped onto the back. We'd left home and
were now with our surrogate dad or maybe sugar daddy was more
appropriate. Bill had quite happily joined with both JP and myself front
and back to save any confusion and if his behaviour held true he'd be after
keeping his score with Paul and probably tonight. Paul didn't mind, he
quite liked Bill and in spite of protestations of love I reckoned Paul was
just as footloose and fancy free as JP and myself. You know the score,
spread it around and slink home to roost once the novelty wore off. Never
mind, we all had hormones to spare and were pretty determined to spread
them around.

By the time we got the Landrover unloaded and had trucked our stuff into
our cabins it was coming on lunchtime and purely by chance an old Transit
van chugged up the hill and just about made it through the gate. It stopped
and this huge guy got out followed by the sexiest looking kid on the whole
planet. Bill's face lit up and he went over to welcome them as we hung back
and watched points as kids do. There was another bloke who got from the
driver's side and apart from noticing that he was a well set up West Indian
we just stood there and watched. The kid shuffled around impatiently until
Bill called us over and did the introductions. The biggy was Marcus the
Head Chef, the coloured guy, Henry his assistant and the boy Steven,
Marcus' nephew if you can believe that. In fact it was true but we did find
out later Steve was also a bit of an assistant and a bit more than that,
but that was later. He was probably about the same size as I was but had
hair in the shoulder length style like JP's. I suppose in a flight of fancy
he could have been our love child, he was darker skinned as I was and his
hair was that funny very dark red, or maybe just dark with flashes of
red. He was fuckin' gorgeous and now I was in love with three kids, JP,
Paul and now this Steve. My poor old mind was in turmoil, just all too much
for a white girl.

We ate together as they'd brought a load of salad stuff up with them and
served from the back of their van, both the adults were pleasant enough and
both had roving eyes, I glanced at JP and he smirked. I wondered how long
it would be before he was volunteering for a bit of kitchen duty as he
seemed rather taken with the man of colour, the Henry person. Steven, who
seeemd a little shy was staying on site as I remembered. I didn't know when
that would happen, like today or on Monday, maybe even tomorrow when the
EWP arrived, the early worker mob. God he was so dishy and he knew it the
way he moved around. He was in baggy knee length shorts but they hung
nicely on a solid bottom and he liked to flash that around as well. The
trouble was that he'd got JP going and now JP was flaunting himself around
like a little tart.

Anyway, after eating they split to check out the kitchen and start making
up lists as Marcus had said; Monday was the big day but they also had to
feed us and the foursome arriving tomorrow evening in the meantime, they
had lots to do recommissioning the kitchen as he put it.

We settled into sorting out our cabins out and the one for the EWP
kids. All the site provided were these huge bedspreads which Bill confided
came from a wharehouse sale but were ideal, as each boy would be expected
to provide his own bedding mainly sleeping bags, these things would just
about make everyone as snug as the famous bugs in rugs. By the time we got
the mattresses beaten out and aired and then our own personal stuff strewn
around things were looking a whole lot better. JP even walked away a bit
and got a load of dead wood, he was determined to have a fire a bit later
on. Bill didn't bother, he had a bloody great electric fire he'd produced
from somewhere.

One important bit of information came my way and that was I gathered from
Paul that he'd been invited to spend the night in with Bill and his fire,
that figured. I got a bit of the hump but in the end accepted that it was
the way it had to be and late afternoon I got my personal good
news. Anyway, I was quite taken with the cabin. It was a lot like the
Tardis insofar it seemed a lot bigger on the inside than it should have
been. A nice big bed that would take four at least, a couple of power
points and a really crappy ceiling light, a home from home once we got a
bit of music going.

Steven had asked to stay a little early and Marcus had agreed readily
enough. I suspected it was all wheels within wheels but that too was the
way of the world... at least the world we were in for the next three
weeks. Steve had been given the option of sleeping in Paul's temporarily
empty cabin or mucking in with us and he'd settled for us and JP's pathetic
log fire.

I suppose it was dusk, it was getting dark anyway and Paul and Bill were
still in the office messing around with their paperwork, the chefs were
still over in the kitchen and JP was away somewhere with Max. Poor old me
was making a pig's ear of lighting the fire as it was looking to be a bit
cooler than normal and I just liked the idea of a log fire. I had the radio
we'd brought with us going and decided to have a mooch around purely out of
boredom you understand.

I had a wander about expecting to find JP and the dog but there was no sign
of them anywhere and it was getting darker, the office was lit up and there
was a dim light in the kitchen. I suspected they were having a shower
before calling it a day as the kitchen had it's own bathroom so I wandered
over, maybe JP was in there doing a bit of spadework.

'Hurry up, Stevie... and you too, Henry.' I was Marcus' voice and I crept
upto the window switching my torch off. I wasn't a sneaky type person but
this was exciting, you never knew what you would see with a crew like this
around. I slunk upto the window and peered in. Marcus was naked and damp
standing there towelling himself off and he was huge. I mean both
physically and in the dong department. He must have measured a massive nine
or maybe ten, I tell you in all truth, he was fuckin' well deformed, he had
a cock like an ogre or something. It was filled although not totally hard
and it hung there like a bloody great truncheon. Just then Steven came from
the side door which presumably led from the shower and he was wet but
started to dry off, he was followed by Henry who was semi hard and
softening. I saw by the way Steven licked his lips and smirked he'd been at
it. Marcus didn't seem too fussed he gave a short laugh and pulled the boy
into himself and they moved against each other. I moved to make myself
comfortable, perhaps I was going to see sex, sex with the three of them, my
pecker went to instant stiffy although I ducked when Steven glanced at the
window. A few seconds later I risked a peep and now Steven and Marcus were
fully hard and both erections poked upwards as they rubbed against each
other. Steven was a midget against his friend but a lovely firm five incher
at a guess proudly sticking up and rubbing against the bigger one,

'Come on, M.' I heard Henry's voice.

'OK.' Marcus seemed regretful as well he might. 'Put in a good word with
the blonde for me, Stevie...'

'Yeah... the darker one for me Stevie,' Henry laughed.

'Which one do you prefer?' Marcus asked his boyfriend as Steven clearly
was.

'Both,' Steven laughed and he glanced at the window and shoved a finger
up. The bastard knew I was there. I ducked in a panic and scurried off into
the darkness and back to the hut.

'Where you been?' JP had his fire going and Max was sprawled out in the
corner. He got up and came over and gave me a cursory sniff and returned to
his blanket, he was getting used to me now.

'I've been spying,' I said excitedly in spite of myself. 'That Marcus
fancies you...'

'He's got good taste,' JP laughed.

'Henry fancies me.'

'We'll go for mixed doubles,' JP said carelessly. 'What about the kid?'

'He fancies both of us and he's fuckin' beautiful,' I flopped on the unmade
bed. 'And he's sleeping in here tonight.'

'He'll have to sleep on the floor if he's a pervert,' JP said
straightfaced. 'Eh, Max?' The dog didn't answer.

'You are joking?'

'Of course,' JP giggled.

'That Marcus is huge, he's a damn sight bigger than Paul... he's got to be
nine inches.'

'You're pulling my pisser,' JP grinned. 'How come you saw them naked then?'

'They'd just come from the shower.' I held my hand up, I'd heard the noisy
Transit start up and a few moments later there was a gentle tap on the
door. It was Bill and he had his arm around Steven's shoulder, a fully
dressed Steven I might add.

'Here's your guest,' Bill grinned. 'Come around in about an hour, we'll
have cocoa in my cabin.' He gave Steven a pat on the back and left us to
it.

'Come in Stevie,' I muttered and the boy grinning nervously pulling in a
big backpack and a rolled sleeping bag.

We both sat there silently whilst JP busied himself with his fire and Max
sidled over and climbing up onto the bed got between myself and Steven,
that dog was a bloody menace.

'Enjoy the show?' Steven spoke in the end and JP by the fire giggled.

'Yeah, very nice,' I looked sideways and gave him a sheepish grin.

'Good,' he smiled back. 'I was pretty sure you were safe as Marcus said all
the early people were Bill's cronies.'

'I suppose we are,' I admitted. I'd never thought as myself and JP as
'cronies' but I suppose the word suited. At least it made me feel a bit
better about the foursome arriving tomorrow.

'God, such a bummer being a crony,' JP laughed and jumped up onto the bed
laying full length so that his upper half was by me and his feet by
Steven. JP being JP, he made a pelvic thrust as if shagging poor ol' Max
who was just laying there minding his own business.

'How do you sleep?' Steven bounced on the bed a little. 'Not in sleeping
bags, surely.'

'We open them out and use then as bedding, maybe one under and two as
covers.' JP grinned. 'We three in a huddle.'

'Sounds good,' Steven grinned and I gave a little sigh of relief, that was
the hard bit over. The three of us finished up laying out on the bed and it
was surprisingly comfortable, mind you with Steven one side, JP the other
and Max down by my feet it was bloody nice but the dog had to go. It didn't
bear thinking about how the dog would react once we started performing if
that was the word but it didn't really matter as Paul came down to invite
us for late night drinks and took the dog back with him.

Bill's cabin was warm with his big fire going and we all found somewhere to
sit as he dished out the cocoa. His cabin was a cut above the rest, quite
palatial if you can use that word with cabins but a polished floor with a
couple of rugs and a few bits of furniture. Ours were quite Spartan in
comparison but it depended who you got in with you I suppose. We had a
general natter about the morrow and first on the list was giving the famous
foursomes cabin a good cleanup as that was the scruffiest of the four. In
the afternoon we'd maybe make a start on cleaning up the dining hall and
Steven would be helping his pals in the kitchen. Sunday morning we and the
foursome would give the toilets and shower area a good soapy blitz and then
we'd just about be ready for the influx on Monday.

The time finally came to go to bed and we left Bill and Paul to it after
arranging to meet up for some sort of a breakfast around nine, there was no
point in getting up too early, we were on holiday after all. Bill did point
out that once the Troops were there the place would be like a nuthouse from
seven onwards and that would be every day for the next eight or nine
weeks. Marcus and Henry were coming in around eleven after they'd done
their buying and arranged a daily bread and milk delivery. The couple who
ran the shop would also be calling in to stock up and prepare for Monday
opening.

'We got back to find the fire dying and had a scurry around in the dark to
find a couple of decent lumps from the pile around the back and that was
it, our first day was very nearly over.

'Who sleeps where?' Steven asked as we listened to the late night radio no
one wanting to make the first move.

'Do you do sex with Marcus and Henry?' JP just came out with it like the
soul of tact that he isn't.

'Mind your bloody business,' Steven laughed. 'Marcus mainly,' he admitted
after a pause.

'He's big,' I commented.

'A bit of a strain on the fanny,' Steven giggled and fell on the bed. 'I
did ask who was sleeping where.'

'You're in the middle,' I told him.

'Figures,' he said dryly. 'Who wants to undress me?'

Now there was a question. JP and I were on him like a pack of wolves, well,
maybe a pair. I went for the trainers and socks and JP went for the t-shirt
leaving the best for last. In the process we managed to dispose of our own
gear and finally in our briefs we almost ceremoniously tugged the giggling
Steven's shorts from his body. He wasn't wearing underwear and we sat back
for a moment admiring his fabulous body, he had a beautiful tan broken only
by the whiteness of his middle outlining a very skimpy pair of briefs. He
had a fuzz of dark pubics and a really suckable five incher curved upwards
and as hard as a pipe and JP was down and sucking on it in an instant. I
had Steven down as someone who liked his men and settled for his perfectly
smooth scrotum and let my hands do the walking. Needless to say as JP
sucked away I got my head between Steven's legs and tickled my tongue up
across his perinium and got into his warm and totally smooth crack finally
settling onto his rosebud pucker. He was gone, he writhed around with JP
stuck to his front like a sucker fish and me slobbering and munching at his
fanny. I'd gone from Paul's Elfy to a flesh eating (or shlurping) Ogre in
ten seconds flat.

We had him spread and at our mercy, JP was still sucking away but making
forays to kiss and nip at Steven's smooth belly and then back to the now
slippery and jerking boy cock. I concentrated between his legs and then
moved around so that I had his cheeks well spread and could really give his
back door a good suck and a munch. It couldn't last , I butterfly kissed up
Steven's spine and as I came in line I fed my hardness between his cheeks
and holed into his sweet honeypot in one strong thrust.

'Aaaaaaah,' he gave a long moan and I felt his heat and tightness grasp me
as I bottomed out in one firm movement. I glued to his smooth brown skinned
back and wriggled as I felt his muscles clamp on me and accept my
intrusion. I knew perfectly well that if he could handle that monster of a
chef he could handle me, probably me and JP in a double fuck but that was
an evil thought best left for the moment. I kissed his neck through his
long hair and played with his nips as I slowly moved in and out of his
sweet arse, by this time JP had moved around on the bed and they were in a
sixty niner both sucking away merrily at each other's slippery and saliva
coated hardons.

'Jeez, Stevie... so tight.' I slowly moved in and out of his slick hole and
he giggled around JP's cock which he was sucking like a lolly. JP for his
part moved away in spite of Steven's protests jumped across the bed and
glued himself to my back. I knew what he was after but I had different
plans. I shagged away but managed to keep my buttocks clamped against his
planned intrusion.

'Peeeeter...' he wailed as he failed to score.

'Do me later,' Steven panted shoving hard against my thrusts as I worked up
to my climax.

'I'm going for a pee,' JP snapped and grabbing a sleeping bag and torch
made for the door. I hope he had a nice trip as it was getting chilly and
was as black as the hobs of hell outside.

'Doggy,' Steven grunted and we moved up. Once I had him by his narrow hips
I went to town and he loved it. I thrust in deeply and he shoved back to
meet me and when I came it was a good one. I forced him flat again and
rammed into him for the last time and sent a couple of decent splats into
his sweet fanny. He wriggled and sighed with satisfaction as his tight arse
seemed to milk me as I tiredly finished off. 'I'm all ickey,' he giggled
squeezing on my wilting penis. 'Nice though.'

'You want JP or me, Stevie? Your choice.'

'Let JP do his thing and then I want to watch...'

'Watch what?'

'You and him do it, I've got a bit of a kink... I like watching boys
shag. I like close ups, I wanna watch it go in and out.'

'Weird,' I commented.

'At least you didn't say sick,' he grinned in the gloom from the dodgy old
light. The one shaded light must have been the lowest wattage bulb they
could find but that's just a bit of background. It made the place quite
cosy and the last big log was now well and truly alight giving off a
flickering glow. Lovely and peaceful holding Steven's warm and sweaty body
until JP crashed in the door shivering and jumping around like a loony.

'It's fuckin' freezing out there,' he hopped up and down with his limp
willy jerking up and down.

'Come and warm yourself up,' Steven grinned and lay on his back. I could
see he wanted more and so did JP as complete with sleeping back he leapt
ontop the bed and straight into Steven's arms. I pulled back a bit and
gently toyed with Steven's stiffness. I didn't know what his plan was apart
from the pervy perving but I'd go along with it.  JP went straight for the
kissing and cuddling bit and as he did so Steven raised his legs and drew
his knees down to his chest offering his gleaming little hole still with a
trickle of my cum visible.

'Oooh, er,' JP gave an old crone's cackle and swiftly got to his knees and
with a big grin positioned himself and plunged or lunged into Steven's well
used hole. Steven gave a gasp and his legs and then his arms wrapped around
JP holding him tight. JP moaned and then his hips started to go like a
berserker bunny rabbit . I was so tempted to get behind him and maybe he
was expecting it but I held off quite happy to give Steven his show in a
little while.

JP varied it after his initial assault, I could see that he was quite taken
with Steven as he was kissing and doing all the stroking biz and Steven was
quite happy going for seconds. I, for my part was happy enough watching
JP's white bum now showing signs of sumburn bob up and down rosy in the
poor lighting. It seemed to go on forever probably due to being seconds,
too much lube, or fucking a fanny load of cum can slow you down, loss of
traction as I'd been told. In the end with a load of huffing, puffing and a
burst of energy JP gave his usual squeaky groan and dug in deep and stayed
there. I could see his smooth cheeks tauten and then relax a couple of
times and reckoned that Steven's tight little tunnel was well and truly
flooded. I grabbed a handful of tissues and yes, they were needed. JP
pulled free in a gush of stale cum and I rammed the wadge of tissue where
it was needed.

'Well?' Steven lay on his back totally shattered and sweat shining on his
face and chest. 'Do I pass the test.?'

'You do for me,' I smiled and held his hardness again, it had this
beautiful curve upwards as if designed for penetrating which most dicks are
I suppose. His shiny and tight skinned glans seemed to glow in the
firelight and I wanted it. Then maybe again somewhere a bit closer and more
romatic when I could get him on his own.

'Me too,' JP finally gasped. 'What were you on about when I came in?'

'Steven want to watch ringside when we do it, his little private vice.' I
filled him in.

'That's not a vice,' JP giggled. 'That's one up on watching a boy porno, at
least he can join in.'

'True,' Steven murmured.

We must have lay there for half an hour or so with JP and myself glancing
at each other and at the end of it JP shuffled himself into the centre of
the bed and looked at me. 'Come on, lover boy, you know you want to.' He
was right, I could never resist JP when he got into one of his submissive
moods.

'First time Marcus did me he made me wear fishnets and high heels,' Steven
squatted on the edge of the bed and watched us. 'You should try it.'

'Yeah, in your dreams,' JP scowled.

'The last time he did something daft I got his lipstick all over my
t-shirt,' I grumbled. 'My mum went mad.'

Steven laughed.

'Bastard, Pete. You promised never to tell anyone about that.' JP was
furious as the tale was quite true, what I didn't mention at the same time
he'd come across some lacy girls panties and wore them as well. It was the
nearest that I'd ever come to having sex with a girl, then again, what do
you expect at twelve years old.He never did explain where he got the stuff
from but it was a hoot of a day, quite kinky in fact.

'Sorry, Jean. Sorry.' I lay on top of him and kissed him to silence with
Steven avidly watching. Now for the show.

As JP calmed down I did the kissy bit stroking and positioning my boy how I
wanted him, Steven slipped from the bed and moved around.

'Shit.'

'Whassup?' I asked over my shoulder.

'Loose floorboard,' he giggled and sat on the bed intently staring at my
penis as it slipped against JP's lubed up pucker.

'Go on then,' JP muttered impatently still not over the lipstick remark. As
I slowly but firmly pushed I could feel Steven's warm breath against my leg
and as I glanced at him I could see that he was still staring at the point
of entry but now flogging away at his fully hard cock. Such a waste he
could at least give someone the benefit of his juice. Me, hopefully.

'Yeah...' I slid inside JP and started to move. There was another curse
behind me as Steven began to do circuits watching me plunder JP's tight
little fanny from wherever he could get a close up. Finally I felt him get
on the bed behind me and the mattress sink as he knelt between my legs.

'You alright with this, Pete?' What a question. I slipped into JP as deep
as I could and remained steady. I felt Steven's bloated cock slip up
inbetween my cheeks and without the preamble of any lube he got up against
my pucker and pushed. It was different and rougher to the slippery fucks I
was used to, this one was virtually dry and the nicer for it. I could
really feel his heat and hardness as he began to fuck me and I then tried
to get into time with JP. We got there in the end and got a good rythm
going. It was the classic threesome... we should do a textbook for the
younger Scouts but they were probably ahead of us, we were only country
cousins after all.

'Yeah, yeah,' Steven chanted as he went for it and I hammered away at JP
hoping that I could muster another cum. I could and I did.

'Jean.' I moaned as I rammed into his sweet fanny for the last time and he
hotly and sloppily kissed me. I jerked within him as I felt Steven grunt
and squirt his superheated spunk up into my gut. Jeez, that kid did cum
some but he had been hyped up all night. It was good, runny and messy and I
felt it run down my inner legs as I stayed stuck in JP and let Steven
finish off his now messy mating.

After laying there for a while sticky, messy and slippery we decided to go
to the bathroom and then realised that this wasn't like being at home. Bill
was alright, he and Paul could shoot over the office and clean up, we had
to make to with the the shower block. In the end we got kitted up like we
were adventuring arctic-wise. Sleeping bags around our naked forms and
clutching torches away we went. Business completed we were soon back and
needless to say Steven did it again.

'Jesus...' he hopped around on one leg clutching his foot. 'Fuckin'
floor...'

'What's up with it?' I flashed the torch around although the dim ceiling
light was still on, quite romantic but not a lot of good to see what you
were doing.

'There's a floor board loose,' Steven lay on the bed rubbing his toe.

'I'll kiss it better,' JP giggled and lay there and started to suck
Steven's toes... Jeez, I knew he was weird, I hadn't realised he was into
feet. I shone the torch around by the bed and most of the floor looked fine
to me. One board right by the bed, almost under it in fact protuded a bit
and I noticed it had a hole in it. I stood on it and it did rock, I tried
to lift but no luck by now both of then on the bed were watching my antics.

'He's got a nice arse,' JP remarked to Steven.

'Yeah, looks good from here.'

'Shut up, you pricks.' I shoved my finger in the hole waiting for some
furry fiend of the fields to snap at me but nothing. I gave a deternined
tug and the whole bloody board came away in my hand leaving a black gap.

'Great, he's pulling the hut to bits,' JP crowed.

I was silent. Shining my torch into the blackness I'd seen what appeared to
be a case, like a large attache case. It was mouldy and the brass fittings
were green. It had been there some time and I didn't really want to disturb
it, there might be bits of Boy Scout inside although my head told me it was
far too small... unless it was a Wolf Cub, they tended to be tiny and sweet
to the lips I imagine. They call them Cub Scouts nowadays by the way, the
same PC bit that calls the old Girl Guides, Girl Scouts.

'It's a case,' I muttered.

'What?' Two heads craned over from the bed and we exchanged looks. 'Could
be money,' JP ventured.

'Why?' I asked.

'I dunno,' JP scowled.

'Pull it up and have a look inside,' Steven suggested reasonably enough. I
tugged at the handle and it came out easily enough as it had been standing
on it's edge in the space between the cabin floor and the earth. No way
wopuld it open as the catches seemed to be siezed up. JP solved that
problem by whacking them with a lump of wood sitting by the fire. As the
catches snapped open we stared at the mystery case which appeared to be
small suitcase size now it was in the open.

'Open it up,' JP looked at me.

'You open it,' I replied.

'For fuck's sake,' Steven laughed and managed to open it up with a slight
struggle.

'Wow!' I think we were all surprised if not mystified. The case seemed to
be full of straps, cords and things with buckles and bits of metal on them.

'What's this?' JP tugged out a red ball which seemed to be attached to a
strap. The ball maybe slightly larger than a golf ball had a couple of
small holes drilled through it. 'What is it?' He looked from me to Steven.

'Gobstopper,' Steven grinned pulling a black velveteen mask out of the
tangle. 'Negative sight and sound.'

'Ah,' JP looked at the red ball understanding filtering through. He pulled
out an assortment of short ropes and soft cord ties. 'Dildos,' he grinned
pointing to the bottom of the case where a selection of various sized
phallic objects nestled. 'What's this one?' He pulled out a curious chrome
plated phallic looking object free but it had a definite divide and a
knurled nut on one side.

'Expander... gotta be.' I guessed.

'Yeah, it is,' retorted Steven who seemed up on this sort of thing. 'Work
it in and out and twist the nut every now and then and it gets fatter.'

'And the oil to go with it,' I fished out one of the large bottles which
just about completed the collection.

'We gotta try this lot out,' JP grinned.

'I think we should hide the case,' Steven looked at me. 'Someone from last
year's season might come looking for their gear.'

'They'll have a problem,' JP grinned. 'There's only us and Bill got the
key.'

'Mmm...' I thought about it . 'It's all a bit over the top binding and
gagging, all a bit sick.'

'Not if it's a game,' JP put in.

'Who likes being tied up and abused?' Steven looked at me and then grinned.

'JP,' I spoke at the same time as Steven and JP laughed.

'Maybe a play around with the dildos but not tonight pals of mine,' Steven
glanced at the clock. 'We'll put the case in the cupboard and keep an eye
on the place to see if anyone tries to get in.'

Well, that's what we did, it was nearly midnight and although we hadn't got
to get up that early we were growing boys and needed our kip. We stashed
the case under a load of clothing in the big cupboard in the corner and
tried to forget about it at least for the time being.

The next day was another nice one although the weather forecast for the
next few months was exceptionally good, risk of forest fires, drought and
all the rest of it. If you're English you'll know what I mean. We get
forecasts and the weather turns out exactly the reverse, it's a weather
man's knack and it makes life exciting. Mind you, there's nothing more
miserable than camping in a prolonged downpour, worse still days of it, but
this place had it's emergency dormitory and Bill had spoken of plans to get
a couple of televsions up, one for the dorm and the other for the dining
room. He took his responsibilities towards his underage guests very much to
heart and he seemed to have an unlimited budget or loads of personal cash.

After breakfast Steven joined up with his two chefs and went to work in the
kitchen. JP and I set to cleaning up the fourth cabin for the foursome
arriving in the evening and Paul stayed with Bill going through endless
lists of this, that and the other. We did a good job in Cabin Four, in the
end it was in a better state than our own. We shoved the two beds together
and left it to them when they arrived, the point was the place was clean
and we laid a fire that only needed a match. The welcome waggon was another
thing, Bill had told us their ages and that they were 'nice' but that could
mean anything. The two chefs prepared a salad lunch which we all took
together and that included Marcus and Henry. I quite fancied Henry although
he was in his mid twenties at a guess, Marcus was another thing. He had his
hair cropped so short it was a stubble and he looked mean and that was
American 'mean' not English 'mean'. He was big and looked rather brutal but
Steven seemed to like him and I saw the glances they exchanged. In spite of
Steven's young age they were old lovers I reckoned.

'So, Bill,' I finally got around to asking a few questions. We were sitting
outside by the pond (sorry, Baden Lake) and were supping Pepsis. JP was
chatting Paul and I reckoned they'd be doing a disappearing act soon, JP
was still after you know what. Steven had been told to amuse himself until
the EWP boys arrived which would be around six in the evening.

'Go on,' Bill grinned. 'Don't start talking and then gaze into space, it
gives me the willies.'

'What do you do when you're not looking after Scouts? Without being
personal that is.'

'Well, without being personal,' Bill laughed, 'I work for the Scout
Movement full time liaising with the old Commonwealth Branches mainly but
now the new European Movements. Exchanges, looking at Euro camp sites right
upto the Curtain, things like that. A Mr Fixit sort of thing. I've got
money so I don't have to depend on their piss-poor wages and I enjoy
myself,' he gave a little self satisfied smile at the end of his little
speech.'

'I bet,' Steven smirked.

'I'd like to enjoy you before the holiday's over,' Bill stared at
Steven. 'A bit of one on one.'

'No probs,' Steven laughed well and truly calling Bill's bluff. As I'd
found out last night Steven certainly didn't mind spreading himself around.

'Well, I've got to get back to the paperwork,' Bill rose. 'Have a nice
afternoon and don't do anything I wouldn't.'

'Har, har,' I grinned up at him as Steven giggled. Perfecto, all the pieces
in place, I had the afternoon and Steven all to myself.

'I saw a barn over in that field,' Steven pointed vaguely out into the
cornfield where the lake ended. There were a few signs scattered around
discouraging groups but nothing said about casual strollers. OK,
technically trespassing but I doubted that the farmer kept 24/7 watch on
his crops. 'Looks pretty deserted.'

That was good enough for me, no one was going to notice us missing and I
had my small tube of trusty sun tan lotion in my pocket. The sun didn't
worry me unlike JP but the stuff had other uses.  'Let's go.'

We set off making sure no one was bugging us but I guess everyone was
occupied as the place seemed deserted. We didn't struggle through the corn
but walked around the field's edging which was reasonably flat. The barn
was a fair hike but so what. It was a hot day and I'm sure something nice
and sweaty would be at the end of it all, with a bit of luck Steven's tight
little arse. We were almost on top of the place when Steven put his hand
out stopping me.

'Someone's just gone inside,' he whispered.

'Shit. A bloke?'

'Nah, looked like a kid all on his ownsome,' he grinned.

'Just getting out of the sun for a bit,' I suggested.

'Yeah, right,' he scoffed. 'Right in the middle of nowhere, he's got to be
upto some villainy.'

'Like what?'

'I dunno,' he said impatiently. 'Let's creep up and have a gander.'

That's exactly what we did, we crept around to the front of the barn like a
pair of right wallies and peered in. It was heavily shadowed with the odd
beam of sunlight pentrating the gloom through cracks and holes in the
walls. There was no sign of the boy if that's what he was, we considered it
unlikely to be a girl owing to the distance from any habitation. We stood
in total silence and Steven nudged me... there was a curious sound like
someone exercising, rough breathing and the occasional grunt.

'He's having a hand job,' Steven breathed in my ear. 'He's up there.' 'Up
there' was a raised platform taking up the rear third of the barn with a
short ladder giving access. Suddenly Steven raced across the dusty floor
and after a brief pause I chased after him. I was up his arse on the steps
and he could obviously see what was going on. 'Gotcha!' He exclaimed
triumpahntly. There was a confused mutter as Steven clambered up the last
bit and I was left staring at his ankles. I scurried up to find him
standing over a boy who was less than ten feet away with his back to a bale
of hay and his shorts around his legs. He was sitting looking up at us in
shock with his hands covering his groin. Caught in the act, indeedy.

'I'm Steven and this is my mate, Peter,' Steven stood supremely self
confident and squatted bringing him down to the boy's level, I just sat
cross legged to watch how he'd handle our little gift from heaven.

'My name's Kenny,' the boy said.

'Right, Kenny. You show us yours and we'll show you ours,' Steven smiled
and stood up directly above the seated kid. 'One, two, three,' he yanked
down the front of his shorts and his beautiful cock flopped free, slightly
blood gorged, enought to make it look big but not inflated. Kenny's eyes
nearly popped from his head. He looked even more surprised when I stood and
shucked my shorts down to my knees. Unlike, Steven mine jumped out fully
hard and with my glans well free of it's foreskin.

'Come on, kid,' Steven snapped and Kenny red faced withdrew his hands to
display a uncircumcised noodle well into shock. The poor thing was as
shrunken as if he'd just crawled from a cold pond. The foreskin was fully
in command and his noodle was buried deeply. 'Whatcha reckon, Pete?' Steven
glanced at me.

'Go for it,' I grinned kicking off my shorts and just keeping my trainers
on to save me from splinters. I sighted a canvas or tarpaulin in the corner
and wandered over and spread it on the floor. 'Sit on this, Kenny.' I
instructed the kid and he shuffled over obediently enough. I reckoned that
he was probably terrified with two bigger boys so relaxing him was the
first objective. I looked up at Steven and he nodded... we were on the same
wavelength, great minds really do think alike.

'Come on, Kenny,' I put my arm around him and gave him a quick cuddle, he
pulled away but when Steven sat the other side he had no where to pull away
to. 'Get rid of the t-shirt,' I instructed and after a moment he obeyed.

He was sweet, I think he was probably twelve, even thirteen but small... in
his case petite would be a better word, he was so cuddly, I could feel
myself stiffen to harder than hard and saw that Steven was the same. Poor
Kenny was soft though and remained soft until we took a hand each and lay
it on our erections. He sighed his defeat and grasped our two hardons and
then we set to work on him. I reached out and caressed his soft noodle and
Steven went one better, he dropped down and I saw his mouth kiss the boy's
belly and then start to suck on the kid's penis as it began to fill
out... we were on our way. he finally gave us a shy little smile and his
body eased, he relaxed and started moving his hips a little into Steven's
mouth.

We got him down flat onto his back and took turned sucking him and fondling
his super cute little bottom until he finished up grunting and whining
thrusting up into our joint blow jobs.

'Finish yourself off,' Steven grinned pulling away and then we'll give you
a show.'

What,' Kenny lay there and shuffled to a sitting position again. 'What,
wank off you mean?'

'Yeah, go on and Peter will show you how to fuck, he's been hot for me all
day.'

'Cheeky fucker,' I flushed but then laughed. He was right and I didn't mind
giving a demo, this kid was money in the bank, we needed to get him onside.

'Orrite,' Kenny looked embarassed but as soon as he got to jerking his four
incher or whatever it was he forgot all about us. When he did his cum it
was a nice one, good for a kid of his size although we still didn't know
his age. One jet and then a second squirted up onto his belly and chest and
he went into giggle mode as we attacked him with our tongues and mouths
cleaning his pure white slime from his wriggling body. I was so hard that I
could bust and when Steven crouched offering his bottom I went for it
without any hesitation. Kenny watched open mouthed and continued to play
with his flaccid boy cock.

I guided myself between Steven's sweet cheeks and with just the slightest
of pressures sank into his tight and sweaty fanny. Absolutely delicious, I
groaned as I felt his beautiflly smooth arse clamp on me as I started to
move to and fro. Kenny moved closer to watch the action as if watching the
television, he was back to hard again and tugging away at his cock as I
slowly and sensually rode my man Stevie. God, he was so good and shoved
back onto me so that at the end we were meeting each other in sweaty
thwacks and my cock felt like it was going to explode.

'Harder, harder,' Steven groaned pushing back onto me and Kenny giggled.

'Go on,' he gabbled excitedly as I reached my climax and with one almighty
thrust rammed into Steven and spent my all. I lay still on his sweaty back
as I felt my hot slippery surges shoot up into his gut and his tight arse
clamp on my ejaculations. 'Wow, that was something else,' Kenny lay on his
back and frapped away at his hardness for the second time. Steven and I
disengaged and leapt on him only this time I took his lips and Steven went
for his hardness again. Kenny was shocked but after a moment he returned my
kisses avidly like a trainee leech.

Steven choked and laughed. We'd got ourselves a little sex maniac, Kenny
had cum again albeit a tiny one but the makings were there and I saw the
gleam of watery boy spunk on my lover's lips as he came up and joined in
the kiss.

Before we left I decided to talk to Kenny, he'd make a usedful addition to
our clan and I so wanted to fuck him, an ambition I fancied I shared with
Steven.

'So, how come you're in a barn in the middle of Sticksville,' Kenneth.

'Easy, innit.' He laughed perfectly at ease now we all sprawled naked in
the dusty warmth of out little nest. 'I stay at the farm down the hill a
bit, it's my grandfather's and I stay for most of the summer.'

'Never go over the Scout Camp?'

'I did last year a couple of times but they're all involved in things... I
finished up on my own.'

'You missed JP, my mate and myself,' I grinned. 'You've got a standing
invitation to Cabin Three, sleep over if your grandparents are OK with it.'

'Yeah?' He grinned. 'Sounds good... more of this sorta thing,' he reached
out and fondled my relaxed penis.

'Much more, you get fucked,' I grinned.

'As long as I fuck you first... both of you,' he reached out the other side
and grasped Steven's limpness as well squeezing and fondling both.

'We've got to go,' I suddenly realised, time was moving on and Bill's
foursome would soon be arriving.

'Aaaw,' Kenny moaned. 'Can I come around later? It's easy to cycle around
by the road. I could probably stay the night if I ask granda and granny.'

'Sure,' Steven grinned at both of us. 'More the merrier but you got to get
into it... you know what I mean.'

'Sex,' Kenny laughed.

'That's it,' I ruffled his thick black hair. 'Where you from Ken, you're
not a local boy?'

'Wandsworth, South London.'

'Gotcha.' He had to, his 'South' came out as 'Sauff' and he tended to drop
his aitches at the beginning of his words and the gees at the end. He was a
London boy right enough.

We walked back the same way we'd used earlier. I hoped that Kenny would
show up later but it was in the lap of various gods, maybe he'd decide
enough was enough but time would tell. I had to put him in my diary. I
forgot to mention that, I'd got it for my birthday and it was one I
intended to keep going. It was a journal more than a diary and as I'd also
got a brief case with a combination lock for school so it seemed the ideal
place to hide it. A record of boyhood, supposedly the happiest years of
your life.

Anyway, we managed to return just as a rather dodgy old builder's lorry
rolled into the yard with two boys in the cab with the driver and two
sitting in the flatback surrounded by gear. We hastily made our way into
the welcoming line as the thing drew to a halt in cloud of smoke. The boys
were all wearing jeans probably for the travel but what a motley crew. Bill
introduced us all and then named them. Andy the eldest with his brother
Joe, Derek a mate of theirs and finally Jim who apparently got called
Jimbo. He was sweet and cuddly and immediately put me in mind of Kenny from
half an hour previously. They all seemed OK, not great beauties but then
again, not fuglies and we helped them into their cabin with their gear,
then we trooped into supper or dinner to be more correct. They were from
the Bath area and did a lot of work for Bill who lived around twenty miles
away. They didn't say what work and we didn't ask. We just assumed that
they were 'available' and from their mannerisms and looks we guessed they
were as curious about us as we were of them. It would sort itself out as
these things do. Steven and I managed to buttonhole Bill and tell him about
Kenny and as he'd previously met with the old farmer and wife he didn't see
any problems. He was curious about Kenny all the same as they hadn't
mentioned him when they'd met. He gave us another bit of information as
well and was that he was also expecting a couple of boys from up by London
for a couple of weeks. They were from the Addlestone Troop which had just
about died off due to lack of interest and he was helping out... yeah,
believe that one if you dare.

After supper we settled down, in fact, we watched the televsion in Bill's
office and were pleasantly disturbed when Kenny arrived on his cycle and a
sleeping bag strapped to his crossbars. The party was complete, at least
for the moment, where these two from the London area were going to bunk
down was something else to be sorted out in the near future as they were
due Monday with the other Scouts.

Did we even need the Scouts? There were enough of us temporary staff or
camp followers as Bill called us to set up a bloody good Shag Club all on
our own.

'So, who do you fancy,' Paul asked as the Fab Four departed to settle into
their Cabin.

'The little one, Jimbo,' I offered my opinion and Kenny laughed. He'd been
seamlessly enroled in our little gang even if he didn't know what way was
up yet, he would by the end of the night no doubt.

'Peter likes the babies,' JP gave me a rather catty look.

'So who do you like, JP?'

'The big lad, Andy.'

'You, Paul,' this time Bill asked.

'Joe and that Derek's pretty tasty.'

'What about you, Kenny,' Bill asked and Kenny flushed.

'I dunno.'

'Come on Kenny,' I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and whispered close
to his ear. 'You me and one of them getting really down and dirty, which
one?'

'Jimbo,' he squealed and went bright red.

'Come on baby,' I cuddled him and he went even redder. Really girly but it
was so cute. Cringey, I know but he was a little darling and I can't make
excuses for that.

'Go on, bugger off you lot,' Bill laughed and waved us away. I guess that
was the royal dismissal but I quite happily grabbed Kenny and with Steven
in tow made for our cabin. We had been reminded that a late night warmer of
cocoa (yeuch) would be served in Bill's cabin around nine when it was dark.

'Where's JP?' I looked at Steven as we got in and he started to fiddle with
the freshly laid fire.

'Must have stayed.'

'Um.' Very suspicious for JP to pass up the option of fresh meat although
maybe he had other plans. As I've said before probably to the point of
boredom we did tend to do our own thing now and then, this must be the now
but I didn't really care I had Steven and now little Kenny who was busy
unpacking his sleeping stuff. As he bent over I moved in behing him and
held him tightly rubbing myself up and down against his springy bottom.

'Gerrof, gerroff,' he squealed and hald heartedly struggled. Gawd, I got
harder and harder as I felt his little boy's bum tighten and ease as he
struggled against me. He'd certainly got over his initial shyness and as I
guided him down onto the bed he submitted to me kissing and mouthing his
smooth neck under his ragged hairline. I slid my hand into the front of his
shorts and could feel his heat and hardness, he was ripe. I glanced up at
Steven playing around with the fire and he nodded and frowned. I nodded
back, maybe Kenny was ripe but it was a little early and we had all night
after all. The three of us settled for rolling around on the bed and as we
got randier and randier I was on the verge of taking Kenny's cherry willing
or not . I think Steven sussed out what was going on or what was about to
happen, the frustration written clearly on my face was a dead giveaway I
suppose .

'Come on,' he struggled from the bed. 'Let's go and have a shower, then we
can have than muck Bill makes.'

'I suppose,' I forced Kenny onto his back and kissed him on the lips, he
allowed my tongue to invade his mouth and finally freed himself laughing.

'Later?' He arranged his clothing looking for a towel.

'Both of us?' I looked at his diminutive form lustfully.

'Maybe,' he laughed


			      To be continued



More 3D Sims files available which vaguely tie in with the story so far,
also some not story related.

File SUS1... Sims from Chapter 1

File SUS2... Further Sims and list of others.



Characters in order of appearance:

Peter and Jean-Paul (JP), both 12 coming on 13 , Bill, early twenties then
Paul at 16.

Marcus, Head Chef and Henry his assistant both in their twenties with
Steven aged 14.

Kenny (the barn boy aged 12.

The Early Working Party - Andy at 16 with his brother Joe aged 13. Derek
also 13 and Jim (Jimbo) aged 12.

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