Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2008 13:19:02 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: SURREY SUMMER '83 - 6

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
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SURREY SUMMER '83



Chapter 6



by



G. Cutter




Hi there, this is Paul Roberts taking up the tale and I need to clear up a
few misconceptions which have mainly arisen with Peter trying to be crafty
and pretending that this story is set in some far and distant past. Well,
it isn't, it's being written after the events naturally enough and we'll be
looking towards out fourth summer camp in a month or so. That should give
you some idea of when and we've made no secret of where.

The point of myself and others starting to contribute is that Peter can't
cover everything and put other peoples points of view across. He maybe a
smartarse but he can't read minds and he shouldn't speak for us, it's not
right. He's entitled to speak 'about' us as everyone has their different
slant on things and it's about time they got to say their bit. The chapter
following this one (which is mine) outlines how the new boys from
Addlestone managed to get themselves an invitation. Andy want's to do a
chapter on himself and his mates and so on. Too much bunny rabbit
Paul... press on.

Anyway, now that I've sorted that out or really confused the issue here we
go and I'm taking up the story from where Pete left off in the last
chapter.

I felt shagged and I was, well and truly shagged, I'd been at it until the
early hours and had managed to get a couple of hours sleep bestways. My
dick was sore, my bum was sore and now my head was getting sore from
.......... snoring and the bloody birds doing their dawn chorus bit. Jeez
and I thought Sunday was a day or rest, small chance and no bloody chance.

I shook JP gently but he was as dead as a doornail and it was such an
unearthly hour I didn't really want to awaken him. I slipped from the bed
and put some shorts on and a thick shirt as from what I could see it was
misty outside and quite wet underfoot with early morning dew. Anyway, it
was barely six o'clock and the place was silent so I went for a spy. I
opened the door and peered in on Bill and he was dead to the world with the
big lad in his arms, Andy the Beautiful; who I had my eye on. From there I
looked in on Peter and there was something odd, when I'd last seen him he
and Steven had the little kid from the farm with them but now there were
only two in the bed. I crept across watching for creaky floorboards and saw
that it was Peter alright but he had one of the new boys with him and it
was Joe if my memory served me well. That left four missing and I didn't
need to be a brain surgeon to sort out where they were.

In the last cabin I found my missing foursome. Derek and Steven plus two
brats. Derek was awake laying there and slipped from the bed and beckoned
me to the door.

'Let 'em sleep,' he whispered. 'It's been hell in here all night,' he
grinned and grabbed a pair of shorts and his towel. 'Is the boiler on? I'd
die for a cuppa.' All that came out in one breath.

'Yeah, there's some stuff in the kitchen, wanna wander?'

'Lead on, Deputy Manager, sir.'

We went over the kitchen where at least it was warm, I didn't particularly
want to bump into the chefs but then remembered that they wouldn't be in
until around eleven to prepare a light lunch. They wouldn't start full time
until the next day, the Monday. Derek and I sat in the warmth and brewed up
tea, we thought about taking some to the others but that was as far as it
got.

'I need a shower after another of these,' Derek smiled wrapping his hands
around his hot mug. 'I'm freezing.'

'We can have a shower before the others get up,' I suggested. 'That'll warm
you up.'

'I bet,' he laughed and so did I. Alright, so we'd both been at it all
night but we were kids and kids with one track minds. 'Anyway, how'd you
like the cabin, the bed and all the rest of it?'

'Great, it stayed pretty warm what with JP wrapped around me all night and
the fire kept the place pretty cosy.'

'Yeah, we got ours going before midnight but wood burns too quickly and the
Rugrats didn't help in and out of bed all night buggering around with it.'

Sounds fun,' I laughed. 'I might ask Bill to get some of those coal brick
things they do.' We rambled on chatting away about nothing in particular
and had another tea. I don't think either of us wanted to rush out into the
cold and get wet feet again but in the end we did. We tidied up after our
tea making and made a dash for the bathrooms and thank Christ when we got
there they were just as warm as the kitchen probably down to the boilers. I
think in the days to come there might be a few kids pitching tents in
there.

'Whoa... nice,' he laughed, promptly dropped his shorts and was into one of
the sections. I wasn't far behind him and after a burst of cold water the
heating started to get a grip and the water started to get warm then
hot. We didn't want it too hot and started to soap each other and play
around as one does. We were both after the same thing and that was a
game. He admired my penis as it filled and solidified comparing it to his
Andy's which by all accounts was bigger but he was happy with what I had.

'Nice one,' I clasped his smaller frame and drew him in closely bending at
the knees to slip my stiffness between his legs and he promptly clamped on
it.

'You're too tall,' he giggled as I clasped his wet bottom and moved between
his thighs.

'All the same height on the floor,' I bore him down and he went willingly
enough. He lay on his back with his face just outside the radius of the
spray and I lay on him, the water on my back was an irritant but I was
really on heat now and hoisted his legs as he lay there laughing and
wriggling about. He wasn't seriously fighting me off and I swiped some soap
over my erection and pronged him in one. He bucked and jerked but I was in
him and holding his slippery hips worked my way into his tight heat and he
just lay there accepting it as I moved to and fro. Once in him all the way
he clung to me and I shagged slowly and lovingly into his internal heat, we
kissed and bonded together so that at the end I was fucking him in short
hard jabs moving him along the slippery tiles until we were clear of the
shower.

'Yes, yes,' he grunted as I thust in deep and hard. 'Harder,' I did as
instructed, of course I did. It was hell on the kness and I don't know what
it was doing to his spine but we shagged away merrily until I felt the
familiar surge and throb. 'Oh... yeah.' He ginned up at me as I pumped him
full of noodle juice as JP calls it. Mine was better than that, thick
creamy spunk and all of it squirted into Derek and he loved it. As I fell
on him he grasped me kissing and giggled as my depleted weapon slipped
free. 'Now that was a good 'un. Want to find a bed, my back's killing me.'

'The chefs have one in their cubby hole in the back of the kitchen,' I
suggested. 'They won't be in until later.'

'Let's go,' he giggled and tottered to his feet. 'I wanna shag you real
nasty.'

'I can live with that,' I laughed. He had no chance, I'd been pronged and
had pronged by the best. Still, who was I to turn down an invitation or
even a challenge and he did have a nice cock.

We decided to give the chef's makeshift bed a miss fearing they'd get
annoyed like the Three Bears did with Goldy-whatsit although there were
only two of them, chefs, I mean. So we went back to my cabin where JP was
still asleep and slipped into bed waking him in the process. Thankfully he
just grinned a welcome at Derek and rolled over falling to sleep again. So
much for the 'can't get enough' JP, I'd worn him out .

'Aaaah... comfort,' Derek smiled at me and we huddled under what bedding we
could tug from JP but we had our own heat and Derek's manhood was hot, hard
and ready, it was a manhood rather than a boy's noodle as well. I held it
thinking of it inside me but it was too late, he had it between my legs and
was crushing me into himself intent on fuckery.

'Come on, Butch.' I lifted my knees in the routine position and he fumbled
around getting himself poised for the plunge or the lunge. I heard JP
mutter something that sounded like 'slut' but ingnored him, he had a bloody
nerve considering the cock he'd racked up.  'Yesss...' I felt Derek at my
hole and then the pressure as he took me and his hot cock began to fill my
body. I held him tightly as he began to move within me sinking deeper and
deeper. He was certainly bigger that JP but that's not the criteria, as
they say: It's not the size, it's how it's used and Derek was good. I
expect with his little gang of pervs he got lots of practice. He shagged me
steadily with all the kissing and caressing that went with it. He only
stopped once and that's when JP myseriously reactivated slipped up behind
him and took him. We were in a threesome and Derek didn't seem to mind in
the least. We rutted away for a good ten minutes and I eventually managed
to slip free with a goodly load of Derek belly juice in me and JP slid from
Derek with a rather tired grin, three satisfied and knackered boys and it
was about time to make a move. The day was on us.

We galloped over to the bathrooms and were first although there were signs
of activity from the other happy campers. It was a Sunday and we had some
preparation to do to make the place ready for the incoming Troops tomorrow
and that's when the fun would begin. I thought the nudist days were a
briliant idea and wondered how Bill had got away with it but he was very
clearly in charge and I would think had cleared things with his
superiors. The thought of around twenty five to thirty kids of all ages
running around in the raw had me sweaty already. Derek, JP and myself stuck
together and got the tea urn warmed up and by the time Steven rolled up
ecorted by another bunch of boys things were ready to roll.

Breakfast was basic as it was the 'mucking in' meal, Bill thought that the
Troops could at least manage an early morning meal by themselves, they
would get a properly cooked lunch and dinner in the evening. It gave the
chefs chance to do shopping in the mornings as there were only two of them
backed up by Steven they'd be busy enough. Steven did toast and we all
tucked in after cereals to buttered toast and jam or in many cases just to
a couple of nice mugs of hot tea. It was still chilly and dewy but the
morning sun was coming up now and we were forecast for another hot day.

Bill the Boss stood in the end and sailed into a little speech.

'I'm going down to meet the chefs shortly to give them a hand. Paul is my
Deputy so he'll organise you for three very simple tasks. One; give the
bathroom, showers and toilet a good old soapy water blitz and then hose out
and disinfect, easy. Two; sort out the dormitory so all the beds are neat
and have a mattress. Cram the beds up so there's a nice big space for
spleeping bags on the floor. This is only for emergency but has to be
done... anyway, you know boys. Third; have a good skirmish around for any
litter and clear the games area of any fallen branches or whatnot... just
have a good general tidy so the place looks spick and span.' He looked at
me and grinned. 'Away you go, Paul.'

This was a tester I could see that and I was determined not to take any
nonsense, shag pals or otherwise. Bill had forgotten the dining hall but
that would settle for a quicky sweep out and maybe wash off the tables. The
rest of it was a cruise. Andy and his little gang immediately volunteered
for the bathroom and I helped Peter and JP sort out the dorm. Steven made
himself busy in the kitchen and I didn't hassle him as he wasn't officially
on our team plus he seemed to know what was wanted. He did say he'd call us
in for tea around ten thirty so he had his act together (I suppose). Oh,
yeah. I forgot little Kenny. He was easy, he seemed to be getting on fine
with the other little lad so I left him in situ to coin a phrase, the
bathrooms were the biggest job after all.

As soon as Bill left with the dog we got stuck in, remarkably little
argument and little or no horseplay surprisingly enough, we thrashed both
jobs and by the time Steven called out for a tea break I did a check around
and was quite satisifed. I thought Bill would be happy and once again the
old adage proved true: Many hands make light work or something along those
lines. I know everyone just wanted the morning over and to get down to
making firmer friends with our pals from last night. The trouble was there
was so many of us it was getting to be a bit of an organisational nightmare
and we still had two to come. They were Dave and Richy from Addlestone who
were due in the morning but Bill suspected they might arrive this
evening. He didn't say why but he must have had a reason, probably a tip
off via his mobile.

We all sat in the dining room, the food hall or the cafeteria... no one had
found out what the correct name was as there was no sign up. Steven decided
'cafeteria' was the most suitable and that was it, petty stuff but we had
to talk about something. The one thing we didn't talk about was sex, pretty
incredible really after the previous night but the subject was taboo. I
fancied waltzing away with Derek for a rerun but he was busy chatting up JP
so I imagined I'd lost out there. I liked little Kenny but the other
litttle kid seemed to have claimed him, Jim, Jimmy or Jimbo as I
recall. The big lad Andy was giving me squirrey glances so I concentrated
on him, at least he wasn't a child.

'The chefs should be up soon to do a lunch,' Steven remarked gaining some
attention, after all thoughts of food always occupied quite a large area of
the normal boy brain

'What we having?' One of the little ones asked eagerly.

'Something easy,' Steven responded. 'They'll probably leave some sandwiches
and something to warm up tonight... they're not staying too long.'

'What about this shop?' Another asked. 'I'm bloody starving.' I think that
was Joe.

'Tomorrow, they bring their stock up early and plan to open for nine, or so
I've been told.' I contributed.

We finished off our tea and left Steven to clear up, the rest of us milled
around generally tidying up and occasionally just skylarking around until a
blue transit arrived followed by Bill's big car. It was lunchtime. Andy was
going to make a move on me, I sensed it and as we cleaned up prior ro our
lunch which was going to be salad in view of the weather he made his
approach.

As I came out of the washroom he hurried after me.

'Got anything on this afternoon, Paul?' Andy matched his pace with
mine. 'Anything personal that is?'

'No,' I grinned. 'I'm open to offers... adventures.'

'Good. Perhaps we can have a wander around after a bit of a swim.'

'As far as my cabin maybe?'

'Sounds good,' he laughed and turned off for his own cabin.

We met up again half an hour later when we congregated for lunch which was
a chicken salad with chips. It had to be chips, a staple teeny food pretty
much the same as rice in SE Asia but the meal was balanced I suppose by
soup beforehand and ice cream and mixed fruit after. Not heavy or even as
laid down by dieticians but who cared about them back then. We weren't the
Granny State kids of the twenty first century - we ate anything on offer
and didn't seem to suffer too much for it.

The meal was rowdy but in the end we ate everything on offer and helped
Steven clean up before getting back into the sun. We all had our afternoon
free and it wasn't long before the little ones were stripping off to their
skimpies and in the water. The second wave of JP, Peter and Derek went one
better and did the kosher skinny dipping, it was bare bottoms and dangly
bits all the way. It was nice and sunny and a damn good way to spend the
afternoon although I was getting hot in another direction, as soon as I saw
Andy strip and dive in the water I was after him. He was lanky sure enough
but that tight little bottom and his outsized boy cock were like magnets
drawing me in, young Andy had another fan.

We splashed around in the centre of the pond away from the little ones as
eventually we made contact, he embraced me and I felt his hands clasp my
bottom. His semi hardon rubbed up against mine in the water and we shared a
brief kiss.

'God, I'm horny, I had to look after Bill last night,' he grinned with
water trickling from his mouth. 'I'm shag ready for something a bit
younger,' I felt his penis hardening as he pressed into me.

'Me too,' I grasped his incredibly boyish bottom and squeezed the firm
flesh crushing him in.

'I love domineering men,' he giggled and gave me a swift kiss on the
nose. 'The boys seem to be pairing off...'

'Come on,' I grabbed his hand and towed him to the bank. We tried to sneak
away but eyes were on us so we lounged around drying out. JP and the
smaller boys were the first to split and once they'd gone to a cabin the
foursome of Peter and Andy's mates were playing around and from a couple of
stiffies I knew how that would end. 'Wanna road test my cabin, get in the
cool for a bit.'

'Yeah,' Andy grinned. He was clearly a boy of few words. We waved a
farewell to the others and received a few catcalls in exchange but we
didn't care, we had each other for the afternoon with no desire for a third
person butting in. Once in my cabin I locked the door and drew the
curtains, it was nice and cool and I drew Andy's willing body into mine. As
we ground our bellies into each other we kissed and the towels fell to the
floor. I clasped his tight little buttocks and we fell onto the bed in a
tangle of arms and legs. He was a totally different person away from his
chums and if anything appeared to be a bit girly in spite of his outsized
cock. He rubbed against me and purred as I clasped and stroked the
smoothness of his applelike cheeks. He parted his legs and gave a moan as I
intruded one finger into his cleft and rubbed it acrosss his dry pucker.

'Nice and slow,' he whispered. 'The young ones are a bunch of shag and
scoot merchants.'

I grinned and slid my tongue into his open mouth. It was one way to
describe them I suppose but with both of us being a bit older we were more
restrained (I nearly typed refined there). I would have thought he had a
damn sight more experience than I had with his two bigger boys and a
nymphomaniac brat in tow but then again I had Bill, JP and Peter under my
belt in a manner of speaking. All the same I could get to like Andy, he was
tall and slender but moved like a child against my stronger body. His arms
and legs were everwhere and I realised that he was maneuvering me around
into a sixty nine, he wanted my fat cock as much as I wanted his long
skinny one. We finished up in a lazy head to toe with both of us on our
sides savouring and playing with each other's bodies as we finally tasted
each other's flesh for the first time.

He took me in deep and was good, I'll give him that, mind you, he had
enough mates to practice on. I took his long cock in peeling the foreskine
back to expose his gleaming knob with it's coating of precum. He tasted
nice and although it was longer than the average I managed to take him in
right down to my choke point. I couldn't get over his petit bottom, he
truly had a ten year old's bottom, jelly on springs as I'd heard it
described once. I clasped and fondled the firm flesh as he sucked me and he
slowly moved in my mouth. The heat seems to do something for the sex drive
as I squirted remarkably quickly into his eager suction and moment later he
squirted a flood of his thick boy's spunk straight down my throat. In the
end, coughing, spluttering, beaded and streaked with each other's pearly
climaxes we cuddled and rubbed our faces together before kissing and
tasting our own juices.

'That was a good 'un,' he grinned. 'You have one outsized cock, Brian.'

'Not too bad yourself, Andy boy.'

'Your's is fatter.'

'Yours is longer.'

We laughed clinging to each other. Who bloody cared what our sizes and
dimensions were, we were both going to take each other this afternoon. It
was part of the initial plan, everyone got to shag everyone else... after
that things would settle down. If they settled down to semi permanent
partners I wouldn't mind claiming Andy, I had the feeling he was a sex
machine and he certainly cum a lot. Then again as Deputy Commandant I had a
certain leeway and I didn't want to finish up as Bill's permanent buddy as
much as I enjoyed doing it with him. Anyway, all that was for the future,
we were roughly sorted into cabins and the only unknowns were these two
kids coming down from Addlestone. For the moment I was happy laying in
Andy's arms awaiting our next session.

I must have dozed off but when I awoke there was silence outside and I
suspected everyone had found a hidey hole, it was a very hot Sunday
afternoon after all. Far too hot if truth be known, the best place to be
was in the shade somwhere and I guessed the others were in various nooks,
cabins and crannies. I'd woken up and as I was laying on my belly I'd felt
a hand stroking my bottom and a finger gently tracing up and down my crack.

'Randy bugger,' I muttered and wriggled my arse.

'I know,' Andy giggled and kissed my flanks, he moved and I felt his
slippery tongue slide up my crack and probe into my heat. I quite happily
opened my legs to his advances. He wanted to go first? Fine by me, I
shuddered at the thought of that long skinny penis of his in my gut but
then again the thought of working my fat cock into that tight little bottom
of his had a certain appeal.

He didn't waste any time and he was a dirty boy, he knelt between my legs
and flathanded my cheeks apart spreading my pucker and away he went. Long
cowlicks to begin with and then probing and prodding with his wet and
slippery tongue. It was great and I wriggled and did my anal pout which I'd
been practicing. It's when you just tighten up and then relax like you're
going to fart but don't go that far unless you want to upset your
partner. Andy loved it, he slobbered away and in the end slid a finger in
me quite easily and finger fucked me kissing and lapping at my
buttocks. That boy liked bum, all I had to do was to stop him plastering me
with hickeys, they would never do especially on nudey day. By the time he'd
finished I was a soggy mess around the back end and he got himself into
position and the next thing I felt was his slippery knob slide onto my hole
and rub up and down on it.

'Go on,' I grunted pushing up.

'Patience, Paul,' he giggled and sat back to dribble some more of his spit
directly onto my pucker and then returned his slick glans to it's
position. He gently pushed and I barely felt him enter me until he started
to fuck. God, I'll never forget it, he seemed to go on forever until I was
begging him to get on with it, he gently fed his long skinny length into me
inch at a time until I felt it's monstrous length fill me like a bloody
great cucumber. I know in stories I've read they bandy sizes around like
seven, eight and even nine inches like they're routine for mid teens but
they're not. OK, maybe the odd seven incher but a kid of regular build is
exceptional if he musters seven inches, he'd be lucky to muster six but
Andy... now Andy was truly a one off. That slender pale skinned cock of his
had to be an eighter (at least it felt like it) and I felt it. I felt like
the bloody thing was up in my chest cavity as he started to go. He fucked
me silly and I'm not too proud to admit it, he fucked me mercilessly and I
freaked out. I pushed back on his long dong and clamped and eased until I
heard his breath start to shorten and he rammed in for his vinegar strokes
as I've heard them called. When he came it was a good one. I just lay there
shaken by the experience and feeling this thing like a damn great hosepipe
in my gut squirting and seeding me with his creamy semen. 'That was good,'
he grunted at the end.

'How the hell does that little kid in your gang handle that?' I groaned
feeling the stiffness within me start to soften.

'I ration him, he'll get used to it,' he laughed. 'Bit by bit,' he slipped
his cum coated penis free and flopped against me. He really was a turn on
and he wasn't really good looking. He had the dopey face you associate with
glue sniffers and pot smokers but there was something there, a certain
working class beauty and I know that sounds awful but it was the best I
could come up with. He was skinny or slender but not anorexic, I think his
growth spurt had come later and he still had to flesh out... when he did
he'd be a bloody giant but for now his gi-normous dick and cute little
boy's bottom was all mine. We kissed and cuddled getting our breath back in
anticipation of the next round.

The cabin, my cabin that is was quite warm and I opened a couple of windows
although I kept the tatty curtains drawn. I peered around but the place was
as dead as a doornail. When I got back to bed Andy was laying there on his
back with his semi hard penis stretched up his belly like a hose pipe. I
swear it was thickening up again but he'd had his day, it was time for the
sex machine, moi.

'How do you like it, hot and hard or slow and easy,' I knelt between his
smooth legs staring down at him.

'In me,' he grinned and grabbed me pulling me down. We lay belly to belly
for a bit until I managed to get my stiffness under his balls and then he
started to move beneath me sensually and slowly as I pumped my hardness
tight under his nuts. 'Let's do it,' he whispered and parting his legs wide
raised them exposing his sweet little bottom and his puckered ring. He was
sweaty and I drifted my fingers down and opened him up quite easily, he
just grinned more and gave a theatrical moan. He was slick and easy, he
clamped on me and he was good, my fingers delved inside his warmth and I
located his prostate and that was it. He wriggled about and his penis
hardened up again but it was my turn now. I put my hand under his bottom
lifting him slightly and pulled a pillow down to elevate his little fanny
for my move. He closed his eyes, moaned and gasped as I rubbed my precuming
glans across his sphincter lubing it up and making a couple of tentative
pushes feeling the flesh yield. 'Stop fuckin' around,' he finally rasped in
frustration and grabbed my hardon holding it in position.

I dropped my head and kissed him on his thin lips and pushed. He opened up
with a sigh and I felt his glorious heat grip me and then we were away. I
took it nice and slow, gently working my way into his hot body as he
accepted me with sighs of satisfaction and the occasional moan. In the end
I bottomed out, seated in his tight boyish body. He was good sex and I
virtually lay on him as I slowly fucked as his long legs pressed on my
back. His arms were wrapped around my neck and he gently kissed my face all
over, lips, eyes, jaw and nose, he did like to kiss and he milked me
clamping his sweet cheeks every time I thrust into his hot gut. I don't
want to put down the recently topped Derek but Andy was ace both taking and
giving.

'This is it,' he grinned all sparkly eyed. 'I'm in love.' his legs crushed
me fiercely as I rammed my way to a climax in his hot arse.

'A holiday crush,' I gasped as I pumped and thrust.

'No matter,' he stared at me intently as he must have felt my penis swell
even further and then throb and pump my creamy offering into his belly.
'Yesss...' he flopped as I finished him off with a messy flurry feeling my
hot spunk in him and also outside. I'd done a cracker and my overflow was
all over his bottom and my groin... as I've said, it was a good 'un.

'I'm knackered,' I gasped.

'I should think so,' he grinned and stroked my sweaty frame. 'You cum like
a donkey. A fuckin' sex starved donkey at that.'

'Compliments and flattery will get you everywhere, my sweet,' I
grinned. immensely proud of myself. This kid had a harem, his so called
working party and he was a cockmaster, I'd done well to bring a smile to
his dopey face. I take all that back. He wasn't dopey, he was sooo sweet
and he was in my bed, in my cabin and he was mine for the moment at
least. I suppose it's a bit of an anticlimax to say we dozed after that but
we did, even teenies only have so much energy and we were awoken by
movement. I opened my eyes and I really thought I'd gone to heaven (well,
not really). The two smaller boys were on the bed and both naked, all they
needed were little wings and I reached out for one, little Kenny I think it
was. He did a very false sqeal and quite happily snuggled into my side. The
other one which was the runt from Andy's clan slipped into the middle, that
was little Jimmy as I recall.

'Steven's in with Derek and Joe,' Jimmy pouted. 'He threw us out.'

'His loss,' Andy moved the little lad around until he was on his tummy but
still between us. He parted the giggling boy's small buttocks and gazed at
the kid's tiny hole. 'Almost virginal.'

'Not really,' Jimmy giggled. 'Kenny and me did it but we've had a shower
and another swim since then.'

'We did it twice,' Kenny chipped in not wanting to be left out. 'He did me
and I did him.'

'Ah,' I cuddled him in and he snuggled in tightly and his hand came over
and grasped my limp meat. 'That's huge,' he sighed.

'Yeah,' I muttered. He was hard himself and it wasn't bad for a kid, at
least a five, maybe a short five but he already had pubics and he was a bit
of a turn on. Mind you Jimmy in the middle on his belly with his bottom
being examined by Andy was just as sexy, I was surrounded by it.

'What's next on the agenda?' Andy glanced over at me.

'Supper in two and a half hours,' I looked at him and grinned,. I wondered
if he was thinking what I was. Probably as I could see his long cock was
filling out again and by now I was hard as well. Two big boys with
stiffies, two small boys all on their own must equal monkey business big
time. 'Get in the middle, Kenny.'

He quite happily clambered over me and briefly kissed Jimmy's sweet little
bottom before assuming exactly the same position. I had the feeling that
anything Jimmy did Kenny would try to go one better. Well, you know what
these kids are like.

'I'm tempted,' Andy grinned stroking his now fully extended cock, the
snooze had done us the world of good.

'Ditto,' I grinned lightly stroking Kenny's smooth and flawless little boy
bottom. It was a matter of surprise to me that boy's this size with bottoms
this tight and sweet could actually take what went up them. I knew Kenny
for one had been done by both Peter and JP and the bigger Derek and all
this in the space of less than twenty four hours. As for Jim or Jimbo, the
fact that he had taken 'half' of Andy's long cock was amazing, he was so
bloody little.

Suddenly Andy sat up and jumped from the bed raking around for his
shorts. 'Got it,' he exclaimed with a laugh. He produced a tube of sun tan
lotion from his pocket and uncapped it. Kneeling on the bed he squirted a
long strip of the shiny and quite oily lotion the full length of Jimbo's
crack and then did the same for Kenny. He leapt back onto the bed and
forced his knees between Jimbo's parting then and then he grinned at
me. 'Well?' He rubbed the gunk into Jimbo's sweet little bottom and parting
his cheeks rubbed it directly onto the boy's exposed pucker.

Jim ( let's keep it easy) wriggled around and laughed his head off as Andy
made a big deal of annointing him but I could see that Andy was now as hard
as hard could be, his shiny glans was now fully visible and he grasped his
penis annointing that as well. I followed his example doing exactly the
same to Kenny and true to form Kenny did exactly what Jim had done. He
writhed under me and actually reached back spreading his tight arse to bare
his pucker. It was pretty obvious where both Andy and I were going and I
finger fucked Kenny's tight little bottom until he started to moan and
groan and push up onto me. It was then and only then I got between his legs
and guided my oozing cock down to his hole.

'Stop if I tell you,' he mumbled with his face in the pillow and I promised
him I would. One determined push was all it took and I was in his meaty
little arse and his heat and tightness clamped on me. He clutched the
pillow but pushed up onto me, no shrinking violet our Kenny. Glancing at
Andy I could see that he'd spiked Jim and had half in him but was going for
the jackpot. As I watched he flashed me a grin and sank his full length
into the small boy beneath. Jim gave a wail and then to my utter amazement
pushed up onto Andy's meat and they were off.

I got deep into Kenny and he was a brave boy, he took it all without a
wimper until I lay on his back and my pubics pressed up against his oily
little bottom. I was off as well. God, that boy was good sex, I'd heard
that he was thirteen like JP and Peter but he took it all and in the end he
was huffing and puffing as I gave him a rather rough ride. In the end and
in spite of having sex with Andy earlier I managed a reasonable cum and he
loved it. He loved it even more when I slipped free, flipped him over and
took to sucking on his four inch solid boy spike. Andy saw what I did and
after finishing off Jim did the same, he flipped the kid over and sucked
him. They both cum pretty quickly and we were just wiped off with tissues
and ready to make a rush for the bathroom when we heard a car drive in onto
the site. There was a hubbub of conversation and I heard Bill's voice and
Steve, the chef's aid, then the car drove off.

We looked from the window and saw Steven taking these two strangers across
to the dining hall. It was then we realised supper time was on us, so much
for the bath.

'Jeez, we stink,' Andy grinned happily and tugged on his shorts and a
grubby t-shirt. 'Fuck it.'

'Fuck it,' Jim echoed with a giggle.

'Ditto,' I grinned looking for my sandals.

'Ditto as well,' little Kenny looked at me and grinned.

'You alright, Kenny?'

'Brill,' he wiggled his hips as he tugged up his shorts. 'A bit squishy.'

'We can all sleep in here tonight,' I suggested. 'Makes a bit of room for
the two new guys to shop themselves around.'

'Sounds good to me,' Andy grinned and the two munchkins nodded eagerly. I
guess that was another night taken care of. Tomorrow we started work but
for now, supper and two new faces.

The two new arrivals were called David and Richy, Davey as he didn't mind
being called was a curly haired blond and carried a nice summer time tan
but Richy was of West Indian extraction and was a lovely coffee colour,
milky coffee I should say and I desired him at first sight. Probably most
of the other's did as well and we just chatted and got to know each other
over the course of the meal. Marcus and Henry another West Indian only
darker, the two chefs sat with Bill apart and talked caterin I imagine.
Steven the sous chef as he liked to term himself or the Fairy Flunkey as JP
rather unkindly called him sat with us.

As we sat around after the mean swilling Coke's and generally nattering
someone happened to ask Davey how they'd got to know Bill and how they'd
finished up here. All a little blunt but they were thirteens and fourteens,
Andy and I were the older men at sixteen but we settled back hoping for a
story and we got one.

'You tell 'em Richy... you started it all,' Davey looked at his pal.

'No,' Richy blushed darkly. 'You tell them, you've got all the bunny.'

'OK, gather around,' Davey grinned. 'A story or betrayal, sodomy and...
true love conquers all, so listen up!'



			The Series continues and I
		 promise to be quicker with the next one.



Forgive me if JP slipped into being Jean-Pierre anywhere along the story
line, he is, of course, Jean- Paul.

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