Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2008 15:31:24 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: SURREY SUMMER '83 - 8

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 FICTIONAL.

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PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
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I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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SURREY SUMMER '83



Chapter - 8 - Andy's Story



by



G. Cutter


Hi, I'm Andy and doing the talking for this saga or this chapter. Brian
explained how we're taking turns telling the story so you'll learn a bit
more about us than if just Peter and his pal JP did the biz. First of all
let me correct sexpot Brian, I am not dopey looking, I am not a glue
sniffer nor am I an idiot... I'm suave, refined and pretty damn well
charming, the one thing he did get right I have the longest dick of all and
that includes Bill Prendergast, the Boss. I wouldn't like to boast as far
as Marcus and Henry the chefs go as they're pretty big guys and I haven't
had a chance to survey them yet, not that I want to.

Well, you've heard how Davey and Richy got involved with Bill and I though
Davey put it across well. Now I suppose you'd like to hear about me and my
crew one of whom is my kid brother, that one being Joe, the beautiful
Joe. I don't suppose you're supposed to call your younger brother beautiful
but in my eyes he is so up yours.

My crew? Now there's a thing. Officially I suppose they're still my patrol,
the Badger Patrol and I am or was their Patrol Leader back when we met Bill
the Boss back in the Spring of the previous year. We all come from Shipham
which is a reasonable sized town in North Somerset at the foot of the
Mendips and not a thousand miles away from Charterhouse Public School and
the Cheddar Gorge. The London boys take the micky out of our country
accents now and then but we think they talk like bad tempered ducks so it
evens out. London accents suck. Our bit of country is all very picturesque
and we're in easy cycling range of a few big resevoirs and lakes so all in
all a pretty good place for boys and Boy Scouts in particular. Anyway, last
Spring the Troop got into financial difficulties and there was talk of us
disbanding and the boys dispersing to other boy's clubs and organisations
in the area. There were Army and Sea Cadets, Boys Brigade and others so we
had a choice but as far as the Scouts went we were doomed, our current
Scoutmaster had cocked up big time and we now owed the local bank so much
money they'd put the boot in.

Cue for Mr William Prendergast to appear. The Scoutmaster a rather vacant
guy promptly disappeared. Our two Troop Leaders were confirmed in their
positions and all talk of the Troop closing down were shelved
indefinitely. Mind you we owned land from way back and one morning we saw
most of our field alongside our headquarters being fenced off and signs
going up, we learned that it had been sold. Easy peasy, the new man was the
Movement's trouble shooter or so we were told. The Summer Camp was
confirmed and things seemed to be back to normal. Bill appointed a
temporary Scoutmaster who was one of the boy's dad's and things staggered
on. Bill was very hands on and pretty smart, he must have known just about
every boy's Christian name by the end of the week, even the the token Sooty
(joke), Bill was hot stuff... he also liked boys. I was probably the first
to suss this out being easily the smartest of the bunch and I knew what a
closet queen looked and acted like. My brother Joe, who is my Second in the
patrol agreed, we knew. I did a bit of digging and found out that Bill was
local and that he owned a bloody great place in it's own grounds on the
road to Axbridge which was a few miles or so due south, a smaller town that
Shipham.

My Patrol then comprised myself as Leader, Joe as my Second, Derek Fisher,
Jim Ferry, the youngest and just up from the Cubs and three others who are
history now. Anyway, Bill was still around having sorted out our finances
and was running the new Scoutmaster in both scoutwise and financially. Both
Troop Leaders were eighteen and eventually one of them would take over so
the parent was basically a locum whatever that is. He was a bit too
military for us but he was only temporary thank Christ. Jumping to
attention and slamming your boot on the woodwork isn't really the scouting
way. Yes sah, no sah, he was full of the shit but his boy loved it, he
probably had to march to school.

To get to the crux, the nub or whatever my little mob and that's the four
of us I mentioned by name came to Bill's attention one Saturday afternoon
in early Spring, Spring had sprung as it does and it was chilly and showery
but the weather was climbing out of winter and we'd started to travel, we'd
begun to get out into our local countryside which was pretty good, woods,
lakes the rise of the Mendips, you name it, we had it all.

'Let's go and have a look at Prendergast's place, he says it's only a
couple of miles.' Joe lay on my bed and grinned. 'He might have some
gardening or something he wants doing.'

'All of us?' I looked at the double Fs, Fisher and Ferry sitting on our
beanbag. 'Sitting' being a loose use of the word here, little Jim was
virtually laying in Derek Fisher's lap. I'm bloody sure he was in love, he
clung to Derek like a limpet, mind you they were neighbours with only a
year's age difference, Joe always had his suspicions about the pair. Derek
a normal sized thirteen then and Jim a quite small twelve... come to think
of it he's not much bigger now apart from down below which seems to be in
advance of the rest of his body. Anyway, here we all were in my bedroom or
mine and Joe's to be more accurate and we were bored, there was no Scouts
activity over the weekend and were were a Patrol after all, we were a gang,
we needed adventure. Ah, days of innocence even if I was loving and being
loved by Joe on a nightly basis (we didn't call it love by the way, we
called it shagging).

'Bikes, ho,' I declared and we got to our feet. 'One for all and one for
all.'

'Yiiiii...' We were off. Two miles was a fair distance but not to healthy
kids and we were starting our two weeks long shorty Spring holiday after
all. If we didn't get any work, and I thought that was a daft idea we could
at least have a look around, maybe even see Mr Prendergast and bum some
cold drinks. Hope springs eternal, blah, blah. The thought that he might
even tell us to bugger off never crossed our tiny over enthusiastic minds.

Well, we found the place without any problems and it was huge or what we
could see of it through the heavy gate which was shut. From the box on the
wall I worked out that it was one of those radio call things . Pretty max
security and demonstrating loads of dosh. What do you get with a gate, a
bloody wall and this thing was at least ten feet high and seemed to stretch
for miles in either direction. Anyway, we were all pretty bushed and
decided just to have a ramble about and maybe circumnavigate the wall, see
if any of it had fallen down. I suppose as an excuse I've gotta say we were
tired, we were bored and wandering about the woods was as good a way as any
of spending some time. After a sweaty ten minutes we dropped the bikes and
fell to the ground in a clearing, we were shagged and this was as good a
place as any, it wasn't even midday yet and we were already ready for
michief. Jim, being the live wire decided to climb a tree nearby and we
just lay around watching him and he did remarkably well in getting to the
first fork which was clear of the wall. The rest of us lay against the
brickwork soaking up the sun and waiting for him to fall from his perch.

'I know what I could use,' Joe looked at me and grinned by which I knew
something outrageous was coming.

'What's that then?'

'A good spine shattering wank.'

I grinned knowing my Joe but Derek had hysterics, he thought it was highly
amusing. Little Jim peered down with his big ears flapping as he'd missed
the exchange.

'Go on then,' I smiled. 'He does this all the time indoors,' I remarked to
Derek.

'So do you,' Joe snapped back.

'Nothing illegal in a good wank,' I grinned trying not to be too obvious
studying Derek's reaction but he was just looking shell shocked. 'You've
upset Derek, Joe boy.'

'Shouldn't be a prude then,' Joe grinned and outlined his mutton in his
shorts. He was half hard at least and the mass was defined quite easily. If
I wasn't a charitable man I'd say our Derek looked hungry. Joe was on the
right track.

'I'm not a prude,' Derek sneered but his eyes dropped when I did the same
as Joe and outlined my stiffy mounting in my own shorts and I had more to
show than Joe. 'Fuckin' 'ell,' he whispered. 'Jimbo,' he called up. 'You
wanna see this.'

'I'm watching,' Jim giggled from around fifteen feet above our
heads. Laying back I could see his cheeky face peering down at me. Well,
we'd gone too far to retreat now.

'You flash yours and we'll flash ours,' Joe offered and managed to keep a
straight face.

'Go on, go on, Derek,' Jim laughed from up above.

'Tart,' Derek looked up and then rather red faced and shyly tugged his
shorts down just a little displaying the top of his sparse pubic bush.

Joe and I matched him. 'More,' I muttered and he did lower his shorts a
little more displaying the base or root of his cock and it looked
interesting.

'For fuck's sake,' Joe struggled and shucked his shorts down to his knees
and then his ankles, of course his erection popped free and he held it
gently working it to and fro. my bro had a nice cock and when it's hard
it's nicer than nice and nearly at five inches even then. 'Phew... that's
better,' he pursed his lips and blew down onto his sweaty crotch.

'Go on,' Derek stared at me.

'You first.'

'Uh hu,' Derek still blushing tugged his shorts down to his knees and his
hardness popped free, it was a bit smaller than Joe's and meaty as well,
certainly nothing to be ashamed about. I very obviously licked my lips
making sure Derek saw me and tugged my own clothing down and exposed
myself. I was still growing 'down there' and I reckon at the time I'd hit
the six feeling quite pleased with myself other than when in PE Classes.

'Wowsie wow, Donkey Kong,' Jim shrilled from up above and nearly fell from
his branch.

'Come down. Jim. You gotta join in,' Joe ordered and Derek backed him
up. Jim was far from reluctant, he scampered or half fell from the tree and
promptly dropped his shorts proudly displaying his four incher or whatever
it was.  Greaty stuff, a warm sweaty Spring afternoon and here we were in
dense woodland all with our shorts around our ankles sporting stiffies. If
the local Girl Guides happened by we'd have been raped to death, if the
local forestry guys came a round we might get the same result.

Mind you, Joe and I had been at it for over a year now and very recently
we'd crossed the final incestuous barrier, we'd started to shag each
other. A hobby for life we thought but, naturally enough, it was our
deepest and darkest secret. Amongst us here, around this table, it's common
knowledge but that was then and this is now.

'Sit here, Jimbo,' I patted the grass alongside me and the tyke quite
happily spread his clothing on the ground and sat down, he rubbed his elbow
against mine and giggled when I gently stroked his inner thigh. Derek
looked daggers at us both, if he'd have been one of these mutants you read
about I'd have fried on the spot. All the same, he sat alongside my bro and
Joe being Joe draped his arm around Derk's brown shoulders. We were set for
a game.

'Can I touch it?' Jimbo whispered. Sweet music in my ears that one.

'Go on.' Without any shame of buggering around you'd expect he reached oput
and grabbed my hot cock and slowly worked the loose skin to and fro even
pinching the foreskin over the end. I reached out and initially played with
his little scrotum and then held his hot little cock with finger and thumb
and gently worked it up and down. He cuddled in and I risked it, I kissed
the top of his head and he scrunched in. I played with his smooth, scrawny
neck as he licked my nipple and then began to suck on it. He must have
thought I was mum with a dick but I wasn't about to tell him to
stop. Glancing to my left I saw that Joe and Derek weren't wasting time,
they both had hold of each other and were pumping away merrily. I upped the
ante a bit, I rolled away from them taking Jimbo with me and wrapped my
arms around him clasping his tight little buttocks and gnashed at his neck
like a trainee vampire. He squealed and giggled but managed to guide my
steaming erection between his legs and clamped on it. I was in bloody
heaven as I moved between his smooth thighs feeling his stumpy stiffy
rubbing up and down my belly.

'Pervs,' Joe muttered but he'd started to kiss Derek's chest and Derek had
zoned out, his eyes were closed and his hardon was oozing precum. Joe
looked at me, winked and started to kiss down Derek's chest onto his belly,
he alway did like that SAS motto. Derek had stopped wanking Joe now and was
just laying there enjoying Joe's attentions but bugger them, I was on a
hard fuck between my Baby Doll's legs and he was loving it.

'Gawd, it's so big, so hot,' he whispered as I continued to plug away
between his legs. 'My dick's so itchy, I could cum.'

'No probs, Sweet Nuts,' I held him tighter and shagged faster, I could feel
my own 'itchy' and his squirmy little body in my arms was the ultimate
turnon.

'Aaaah...' I rolled over taking little Jimbo with me and saw that Joe had
taken the plunge, he'd taken Derek's gleaming glans between his lips and as
I watched his head began to move up and down on Derk's now slowly thrusting
cock. Derek's hand were on Joe's hair but no way was he pushing my bro
away, he was holding on and as I watched slowly started to face fuck my
Joe.

'Roll over, roll over. I can's see,' Jimbo squealed so I rolled again and
he stretched to watch the action although he still fucked into my belly and
kept his legs clamped on my slippery cock now leaking precum like a tap
with a dodgy washer.

'I'm cuming,' I grunted and moved faster between his super smooth thighs,
this was nearly as good and nearly as tight as the real thing with Joe, my
glans was pushing up into the bottom of Jimbo's tightly clamped crack and
probably almost on his pucker but he beat me to it. He let out a shuddering
gasp and I felt his warm splashes between our bellies and he slumped. I
swear I missed penetrating his sweat soaked body by a fraction as I felt
myself climax in long juddering squirts. It seemed to go on forever, in hot
jerking surges of creamy boy spunk and he clung to me like a limpet as I
came down from my high. 'Gawd,' I moaned and seeking his lips gave him my
first gentle kiss. His little teeth parted and I slid my tongue into his
moist cavern to meet his slippery organ. The Tango of the Teeny
Tongues... it would make a brilliant film title, a pretty good film as
well.

'Look at that,' he whispered and we parted for me to see. Joe had worked
his magic and he and Derek were on their own planet. Joe had worked Derek
around into a sixty nine and Derek had gone for it much to my surprise and
probably Joe's as well but there they were and here were, Jimbo and myself
with a ringside seat.

'You've shot cum all over my bum,' Jimbo giggled and actually
blushed. Blushing after all that, I ask you. I promptly rolled him onto his
belly and attacked him with my tongue specially between his cheeks and he
wriggled and screamed like a raped vestal virgin. Derek and Joe took not a
blind bit of notice. Jimbo loved it especially when I spread his cheeks and
got my tongue on the button. Unfortunately, it was over too soon there was
a flurry of action and as we hurriedly turned away from our own pleasures
both Joe and Derek cum in each other's mouths and then started to curse
each other for being 'dirty bastards'... weird or what? Anyway, it all
finished in giggles, red faces and a certain sense of shame but not for
long.

We got cleaned up as best we could and sat there a little longer before
retracing our route to the main gate. I don't know what we intended doing
but all that went out of the window when this bloody great dog jumped out
on us and tried to eat Jimbo. By eat I don't mean anything culinary, he
shoved his snout up the leg of Jim's shorts so he was clearly some sort of
a noodle hound.

'Max. Max. Down Max,' Mr Prendergast came into sight and grinned at
us. 'Hi, lads.'

'Hello, Bill,' I decided to front it out. I was the Patrol Leader as well
as our Gang Boss after all.

'I was going to invite you in for a drink and maybe a swim, you look all
hot and bothered,' he grinned and managed to get a chain on the Hound from
Hell.

Of course, it never occured to anyone why he should be dog walking at that
particular time and in that particular place. He did have a bloody big
grounds after all but perhaps he preferred his dog to crap on public ground
rather than his private patch.

'Can I hold him?' Jim did his Little Miss Innocent look.

'Surely,' Bill handed the lead over. 'I have a couple of young swimmers
staying over the weekend. Olympic standard,' he added. He gave us an
encouraging smile and we tailed him like kids after the Pied Pervo of
Hamelin. All good stuff. I hope he hadn't sussed out what we'd been upto
but we were sweaty and dirty and if he let us shower off and use his pool
he was a hero in my eyes. We followed him pushing our bikes and Jim brought
up the rear trying to control his bike and this huge dog.

'Maxy, Maxy,' Jim bleated as the dog took off as we neared the main gate
and hared after Bill. I grabbed Jim's bike and Jim went sailing off into
the distance still clinging to the beast.

'Come in, lads,' Bill beckoned us inside and we joined him and Jim inside
the gate. Bill waved at a small hut just to the side and the gate swung
shut and we heard a clunk as the bolt shot across. We were
trapped. Favoured guests rather than prisoners I hoped but my imagination
was running riot. A young guy came from the hut and handed Bill a small
box.

'This Alex, my security man,' Bill beamed. 'You do get townie burglars
sniffing around isolated big houses so it's as well to keep an eye out.'

'Hi, boys.' Alex gave us a freindly nod and a grin. He was quite nice. I'd
have called him a security youth rather than a man, he looked like a
student on leave more than a roughy toughy Arnold Swartzyknickers type if
you know what I mean.

We all mumbled greetings and followed Bill upto the house. Max doing the
doggy bounding and snuffling bit with little Jimbo being dragged along. I
think he probably thought it was better having the animal on a lead rather
than trying to munch his nuts. I had my mind on other things, we'd struck
gold with our two pals and now we were stuck in with Bill and a pair of
stuck up and probably very snooty English Olympic hopefuls. I'd have to
keep a grip and not start gobbing off about our abysmal cricket and
football performances of that year.

We followed Bill around the side of the house and there was the pool. Not a
big one but a sizeable chunk of it was in the actual house and a larger
pool was outside. I guessed there was a roller shutter or something or
perhaps they had pirana they let loose at night, no matter. What caught the
eye were two boys and what boys sprawled in deck chairs by the outer
pool. Talk about slim, trim, superbly muscled and superior eye candy (yeah,
we knew the term). Both short haired with good tans and as I might have
suggested, bodies to die for. Bill immediately introduced us as 'Andy and
his mates' and the two strangers as Ian from Leeds way and Tom from Devon,
all a big vague but we all gave them polite nods and the customary boy
mumble. The taller of the two looked around fifteen and the shorter lad
thirteen, I found out later that's exactly what they were.

'Introduce your friends,' Bill spoke like my dad. 'Even I'm not too sure of
their names, I don't want to get them mixed up.'

'Yeah sure,' I was trying to look confident but after a bit of a close call
the other side of the wall it was hard. Plus these two kids were so dishy I
was nearly tongue tied but not quite. 'This is my kid brother Joe, he's
fourteen and so is Derek and our baby is Jim or Jimbo and he's twelve.'

'Excellent,' Bill grinned looking as happy as a sandboy (whatever that
is). 'Drinks?'

'I'll get them,' Ian or Tom rushed over to what looked like a small chiller
in the corner and fished out some frosted cans. It had to be Tom, the flash
git had TOM emblazoned on the seat of his speedos. All the same I had to
try and remember, Ian, the dark skinhead and Tom with dark crew cut hair
hair and both quite bulky where it counted. Both had a complete lack of pit
hair and I wondered if they shaved it of for speed, stranger things happen
in the world of sport or perhaps they just liked looking like smoothy
cuties, one thing I did notice was that Ian had a little dark haired
treasure trail extending above the top of his speedos. I don't know how I
kept my hands to myself. Bill must have caught me looking and gave me a
little wink which just reinforced what I and Joe thought of him, he was one
of us.

'Lovely pool,' Jimbo piped up and stroked Max's long ears, the dog had
claimed our Jimbo, he was probably saving him for supper.

'Shower off and you're welcome to use it... goes for all of you,' Bill
waved to the corner of the inside pool. 'Showers over there.'

'We haven't got any costumes,' Joe mumbled and looked longingly at the
clear and extremely cool looking water.

'No matter,' little Tom looked at me and gave me a little smirk. 'We're all
boys together, you go nudey we'll join you,' he looked at his pal.

'No probs,' Ian scrubbed his knuckles over his spikey dark hair and
grinned.

'That'll do me,' Joe laughed and looked at Bill.

'You've been invited, we're not going to beg,' Bill laughed. 'Have a good
cool down and I'll show you a little sort of sports film a bit later.'

I don't think Joe and Derek heard him they were too keen to get in the
shower and remove any trace of their exploits. Jimbo stuck with me sitting
in the sun, I hoped he hadn't transfered his crush from Derek to me... no I
didn't. After the midday performance in the woods I was in love with both
of them and the next suggestion was a some private twosomes followed by an
orgy. Well, it never harms to dream once in a while. I had visions of being
stuck up Jimbo's tight little bottom with Derek up inside me and maybe
Joe's hot cock in my mouth (again). Shit, I was getting so hard. I sucked
on my can and tried to think of other things.

'Two big showers down there,' Tom smirked. 'You need to cool down,' he
laughed and Ian grinned. Jimbo and I were sitting on a low stone wall
looking slightly down at them in their deck chairs. If we needed to chill
they needed to do the same, both bulges were looking larger than they had,
funnily enough Tom was the shorter and obviously younger but he had all the
mouth, he also had the bigger bulge. I liked him, I could imagine that
mouth around my boyhood.

'Come on,' Jimbo tugged my hand like a child and managed to get from the
wall and upto the showers without any obvious display. Joe and Derek were
sharing a shower and from what I could see were having a close encounter
until I hammered on the damn screen.

'Go on, Joe. I stuck my head around the corner to find them in a soapy
embrace. 'Keep those swimmers interested, I'm bloody sure Bill has set us
up.' I looked at Jimbo and his eyes dropped. I silently pointed at the
adjoining shower and he grinned bashfully. Bashfully? Bad choice of word
there I think. He immediately dropped his shorts and peeled off his tighty
whities, needless to say his almost hard popped out before he dived into
the sanctuary of the frosted glass screens. A second later I was with him
and he was in my arms. No buggering around this time and as I held his
slippery body he clung to me and nuzzled at my chest.

'It's so big,' he sighed soaping my balls and my penis which had drooped as
soon as the tepid water had hit it. 'It's getting hard,' he giggled and it
was.

'Leave it, Jimbo. I think we're in with those two lads outside.'

I like little one with the nice hair.'

'Tom,' I grinned. 'So do I. Tell me have you ever fucked with Derek?'

'We've fucked around,' he mumbled vaguely.

'No.' I bent my knees a little and cupped his wonderfully tight little
bottom. 'Fucked, have you gone the whole way yet?'

'Shagged?' He giggled.

'Yeah.'

'No,' he giggled again. 'We've done that reverse suck like he did with
Joe-boy.'

'That's a sixty niner.'

'Oh, I wondered what that was, I thought it was blokes lapping out lady's
fannies.'

'Bless you...' I laughed and began to wash him properly, all the way and
every little bit including his little hole and his dinky dong which was as
hard as a pike again. Of course, one thing led to another and he kissed my
jerking knob and then took it into his mouth but I fought him
off... slowly.'

I nearly had a heart attack when a fist slammed on the partition. 'Come on,
lads. Got a little film show for you.'

'Shit,' I cursed and rinsed us both off. I was softening thankfully and
stepped out for towels and handed one to Jimbo who was still hard and he
wrapped the huge thing around hiself so that it trailed on the floor. I saw
Joe and Derek both naked climb from the pool followed by both Tom and Ian,
the four were all sporting erections in various stages and hurriedly
grabbed towels and bathrobes, little Tom struggled back into his
costume. Bill was the host and he was also very clearly the Boss so we
followed him yet again like the Seven Dwarves, maybe the six dwarves on a
headcount unless you count Max who had come bounding across as soon as
Jimbo had got from the shower. That dog had a severe case of puppy love for
Jimbo's bits pretty much like myself. I wondered if Max's doggy
imaginations went as far as plundering Jimbo's tight little virgin bottom
because mine sure did. I moved my towel around so that the foldover covered
my crotch, I just couldn't control my lust, there was so much bare boy
around me. I gave Tom a little smile as he passed and fell into step behind
admiring his strong shoulders and tiny waist. He was fucking gorgeous and
so was Ian but Ian was hurrying to keep up with Joe and Derek, Tom was
hanging back and I studied the printing on the back of his speedos, the O
of TOM was like a target indicating his little pucker, I wondered if it was
deliberate... surely not.

'Nice shower?'

'Wonderful.'

'A small boy's gotta beat a sponge,' Tom laughed. 'Jimbo, bringing up the
rear again giggled and grabbed my hand again. I'd have to stop him doing
that, he was twelve for God's sake.

'What's the film about. Tom?' I asked just so I could talk to him. he was
delicious, the thought of him and Jimbo crawling all over me on a bed was
too much for this poor white woman.

'No idea,' Tom shrugged. 'One out of the blue.' We wandered through a
couple of very plush yet comfortable looking rooms and Bill ushered us into
a mini cinema, believe it. This guy must be super loaded. There were about
a dozed comfortable chairs and we got them in a semi circle. I noticed that
Joe and Derek kept with Ian virtually monopolising him whereas Tom stayed
with myself and Jimbo, suited me just fine. Purely by chance Tom finished
up between Jimbo and myself. Max had disappeared along with Bill and the
room darkened.

'Spooky,' Jimbo whispered loundly.

'I'll look after you,' Tom whispered.

'And I'll look after you,' I whispered and almost kissed his ear.

'Great. Dark in here innit?' He replied quietly but that was the end of
that, the darkness was banished almost immediately as a pure white light
shot out of a hole in the wall to the rear and a flickering square flashed
up on the screen. It was just like being in a movie house but this one was
free, I just hoped it wasn't a boring sports promo. The screen went black
and when a scene of the top of a brick wall appeared I thought we were in
for a dose of Coronation Street but the camera panned across and down to
cover a forest path and I heard Jimbo gasp. He was quick off the mark as I
then heard Joe moan and then who should appear on the path but myself
pushing my bike followed by my fellow deviates. I was fuckin' mortified and
slunk lower in my chair.

'What's this?' Tom hissed.

'Just watch,' I muttered as the camera showed us dumping our bikes and then
settling down in the sun. It did a rapid flip to watch Jimbo climb his tree
and then swung back to us. There was no sound but it didn't need sound, the
sight of Joe starting to fish inside his shorts and extract his semi hard
penis was enough. We were treated to the lot, the whole lock, stock and
smoking fuckin' barrel. It was a bloody good film even if certain movements
obscured part of it, when I parted from Jimbo and started licking and
sucking on his cum covered bottom I nearly died. The only saving grace was
that I glanced down at Tom and he was showing hard, I mean really hard and
he was a damn sight bigger that I'd expected for a kid of his build.

'This is so hot,' he whispered right in my ear and to my shock I felt his
wet tongue wiggle at my lobe and his hand drifted onto my thigh. 'So hot,'
he repeated and I watched as we got dressed picked up our bikes and
wandered off. The room went dark as the film finished and then the lights
came on.

'Jeez, we only came up looking for a holiday job,' Derek whined.

'Looks like you got lucky then,' Bill spoke from the back of the room and
came forward with a big shit eating grin on his face. He moved around the
front and stood there looking down at us. 'Tom and Ian, I wonder if you'd
mind me having a little chat to our guests?'

They both mumbled and left us to it albeit reluctantly. Tom gave me an
encouraging smile over his shoulder when he left and I noticed Ian spared a
smirky grin for the other two.

'OK, lads. Let's talk business.' Bill pulled a chair across and sat
down. 'Apart from my heavy Scouts involvement I supervise or manage many
young sportsmen, anywhere between twelve and eighteen. I manage their
managers and coaches. I'm the Boss of Bosses for a fair number of kids, got
it?'

We all mumbled that we 'got it'.

'What I uncovered quite early on is that in many, far too many cases the
casting couch comes into selection for many of these boys and girls... do
you understand.'

There was a deadly silence until I spoke. 'You're saying they have to do
sex for selection?'

'Exactly. No all but many,' he paused and sucked on his can. 'I can't do
much about that apart from try and squash it bit by bit. What I can do is
provide these abused kids their chance to get their own back. Instead of
being bottoms they can be tops, or, at least, they can bed guys their own
ages and let their hair down. They maybe on the straighrt or they may be
needing to play, with these two I think it maybe the latter.' He
smiled. 'With me so far?'

I think he'd lost us but I had a vague idea where he was going, Tom and Ian
were a bit of a give away. He'd probably lined up for them to have security
and do what they wanted in complete privacy but then we'd rolled up spot on
cue.

'What about I offer you a set price for... say... gardening each weekend
and you help me out.'

'What grasscutting and stuff?' Joe looked befuddled.

'Not exactly,' Bill looked at us all. 'Help me out keeping these poor
abused kids happy. Put a smile on their faces.'

'Ian and Tom look pretty happy to me,' I remarked.

'I imagine Tom would look a lot happier if he had you and Jimbo to keep him
company this afternoon and maybe tonight,' Bill grinned. 'I guess Ian would
be happy with Joe and Derek to look after him.'

'Aah,' Joe laughed and Derek giggled. 'Paid sluts, sorta companions.'

'Assistant gardeners,' Bill corrected. 'Of course there are many more kids
circulating through the holidays so it's only a matter of sorting out the
wages, minus food, accomodation and the pool etc.'

'Too many minuses,' I smiled, this sounded all right but I didn't really
want to rock the boat too much.

'Maybe so,' Bill nodded. 'I need you to be unanimous on this one... think
about it whilst you have a swim with the boys. Maybe think about dining
here and staying the night.'

'I think Joe and I would have to phone our parents but we're interested.'

'Me too,' Derek agreed.

'I'd like too but my parents are away for the weekend, my older brother is
looking after me,' Jimbo slumped.

'No matter, I have your details on file, I have all your the phone
numbers. You think about it and I'll phone around regarding tonight. I'll
spread it around that you're doing some Scout stuff all four of you, I'll
feed you and return you all squeaky clean and polished by lunch tomorrow. A
deal?'

This time he got a general affirmative. As he left us to chat and to make
his phone calls we got into a huddle.

'He'd treating us like prostitutes,' Joe played Devil's Advocate which he
always does but I knew my Joe, he was as keen as I was on the idea, he just
liked playing awkward.

'Escorts,' Jimbo giggled. 'You, me and little Tom,' he grinned at me.

'Exactly,' I grinned back. 'I vote aye to the man's offer.'

'Aye,' Joe nodded.

'Aye,' Derek smiled.

'Aye aye, Skipper,' Jimbo leapt up and hugged me. It was all so emotional I
grabbed his tiny buttocks and kissed him fully on the lips, he fell into my
lap and the chair overturned. Loads of laughter from the others until Joe
raised another question.

'I wonder how much he's going to pay us.'

'Who cares, in a pad like this and boys like these,' Derek laughed. 'We
might even get a chance to do our own thing if no one's here.'

'That's a good point,' I looked at Jimbo who looked so absolutely mind
numbingly fuckable in his sagging towel and bare chest. really, I could
have fucked him on the spot but I'm sure we'd worked that out in time. It
was pretty obvious that Derek had moved onto my Joe not that Jimbo seemed
to care. Jimbo had his sights set on me and to use one of my favourite
expression, 'that suited'.

'Well, boys,' Bill re-entered the room. 'All parents fine with the deal and
your older brother said something like 'smashing' I think he was going to
ring his girl friend,' Bill looked at Jimbo and laughed. 'So, are you
reeady for the first mission are are you still wobbly.'

'Ready,' I answered for my guys.

'Charly's Angels,' Jimbo grinned and struck a pose.

'Bill's Boys,' Joe snarled. 'Tit Head.'

'Good,' Bill clapped his hands. 'The boys have their own rooms, just tell
them you're staying overnight and I'm sure things will work out. Snacks in
half an hour, dinner at seven and a screening in here at eight.'

'Not that film,' Joe frowned.

'No, not that one,' Bill looked at us all. 'Go, keep my guests happy... by
fair means or foul.'

That was it, all done and dusted as they say. Well, we weren't James Bonds
and we didn't have a licence to kill but we did have a licence to keep
another couple of boys happy and it seemed those boys were on the same
wavelength. It could only get better from hereon in. Jimbo was first from
the room at the gallop but in his usual style he fell over the dog on his
way which caused a bit of rumpus but in the end we made it back to the pool
in one piece or four pieces I suppose.

Ian was in the water swimming lengths and Tom was on a lilo on his belly
with his speedos down at the back on soaking up the sun., I could even see
his talbone where his cheeks started to divide... soooooo sexy.

Jimbo flicked water on him and Tom's cheeks clenched absorbing most of that
damned O on his seat. He smiled up at us and rolled over as we stood
there. 'You make me nervous lurking like that.'

Jimbo pulled a couple of lilios over and dropped one either side of Tom and
we sank onto them. 'We're stopping overnight, dunno where we're sleeping
though.' I reached over and ran a finger down his smooth sunburned six pack
and he did have one, a nice one. For a kid he was in great shape but then
again Bill had said he was a top flight boy swimmer or diver. His thigh
muscles were beautiful and smooth and I wondered idly if he waxed, I read
somewhere that swimmers were obsessed with streamlining themselves.

'I'll ask Bill if you can stop in with me, he did say if I wanted anything
at all I only had to ask.'

'I don't think you'll have to ask,' I bent over to kiss one of his nipples
and Jimbo followed my example and covered the other with his lips.

'Jesus,' Tom moaned. 'You've got me going,' he fumbled with his
groin. 'Loved that film by the way, we could do some of that stuff this
afternoon... maybe,' he looked nervous.

'Your wish is our command,' I grinned and Jimbo smirked looking around
swiftly and then placed his hand front and centre on Tom's groin.

Cor, that's so hard,' he gave Tom a gentle squeeze who moaned.

'The others are naked and pretty well occupied,' I turned into face him and
traced my finger up his smooth mucular thigh this time. They were indeed
occupied and looked like they were playing a game of grab arse and Derek
seemed to have Joe and Ian ganging up on him. I turned to look at Tom and
he'd turned his head and was looking at me.

'We could go upto my room,' he suggested with a gulp. 'Just the three of
us... no dog,' he chuckled. 'I am so effing hard.'

'Say no more,' I stood and reaching down hauled him and Jimbo to their
feet. 'Lead on Tom with a big O on his bum.'

'It pays to advertise,' he giggled and led off with us in hot
pursuit. There was no sign of Bill or anyone else for that matter but after
the business of the camera on the wall I wasn't too sure. If Bill wanted to
do devious things with his stars that was his concern. All I wanted was to
bed Tom and Jimbo and take it from there. The young swimmer preceded us up
the stairs and straight into a room that more or less overlooked the pool,
it must have been directly above the inner pool giving us a view of the
others at their play. Well, we did peep through the curtains, we didn't
actually ogling from the window,.

'Little bum and big cock,' Tom sniggered as he clasped my bottom through my
shorts.

'Let's get naked,' I rasped looking down at the huge bed. Jimbo was already
sitting on the edge bouncing up and down like a little boy. 'Let Jimbo pull
your speedos off, make his day.'

Tom chuckled and stood between Jimbo's legs but I got the best of the deal,
as Jimbo slipped Tom's tight costume down and immediately dived on the
swimmer's sizeable stiffy as it sprang clear.  I shed my shorts and then
bent my legs snuggling into his deliciously hard buttocks. He was so
muscled but when he relaxed they were smooth and soft and he sighed as
Jimbo sucked him and I ran my hardon up and under his forked legs. I could
have taken his pucker there and then if I had any lube but I was aware of
our brief chat with Bill and that was to follow the client's lead. I
dropped to my knees and spreading his soft and now totally relaxed cheeks
probing with my tongue deep into his sweaty crack.

'Aaaah,' he reached back and played with my hair as he got into Jimbo's
sucking and Jimbo seemed to be enjoying it.

'I'm a virgin.' he boldly looked up Tom's belly and Tom giggled.

'Not for much longer.'

'Andy?'

'Yeah.'

'If I fucked our little friend here what would you do?'

'Probably console him with a suck or do you,' I blew a raspberry into his
crack.

'We can both suck him afterwards,' Tom's spoke slowly and deliberately
although his voice had dropped and I had to rerun what he'd said through my
head before I realised his exact meaning.  I got there in the end and did a
mental switch, Jimbo was a virgin right enough but he wanted Tom and he
wanted Tom to deflower him, I was the oldest and his Patrol Leader, his big
brother if you like, I had to make it happen both smoothly and reasonably
painlessly. I loved a challenge.

'Got anything slippery in the bathroom?' I stood and nuzzled Tom's smooth
neck.

'Yeah, there's a big pot of skin lotion I think, very slippery and smells
nice,' he bent nearly falling over and hoised Jimbo to his feet.

'Lie down and get comfortable, I'll play technical adviser.'

'Sounds good,' he pushed Jimbo onto the bed and started to undress our tame
little slut who still had put his shorts and briefs on back on. Jimbo went
through all the wriggling and squirming but he was having fun, his four
inches or whatever was promptly engulfed by Tom's eager mouth. I wondered
who originally took Tom boy's cherry, a very lucky man but I didn't mind, I
was going to sample that tight little arse before the day was out and I was
also determined to crack Jimbo before the holiday was over. He wanted me
and I wanted he, no probs.

I came back with the clear lotion and it was just the job, probably
specially placed by Bill as he didn't seem to miss a trick. The bathroom
was en suite which was even better, I could wallow in a bath whilst they
did their business but first of all a bit of schooling.

'OK, Jimbo. Assume the position,' I placed a pillow in the centre of the
bed and he lay belly down with his crotch on the pillow elevating his
little dish. 'Open your legs, baby.'

'Take your time, Tom,' his voice shook as he spoke over his shoulder.

'Stop if he hurts,' I backed him up looking at Tom and he just nodded. I
had to remember that this was his first time as a top although from what I
could gather he'd probably played the bottom more than once. This was his
revenge trip which was a bit strong, this was just reassuring himself that
he was a little boy and not a manager or coaches playgirl. He didn't have
to convince me, his meaty cock which was large for his body and probably
came out at around five inches was throbbing, there was even a silvery
trail of precum from his slit. Whenever he got into Jimbo it would be over
in no time at all, mind you, they'd enjoy their second go.

I applied the glop between Jimbo's tight cheeks and then let Tom take over,
I told him with a virgin he should do the single finger and then the
double, after that it was purely a matter or personal choice and
compatibility which is a big word for round pegs going into round holes and
not square ones. It's as easy as that, if a bottom wants relaxing then do
it, if not, don't. I mumbled all this and more but once he got one finger
in Jimbo's virgin little hole I think they both switched off. Jimbo was
gasping and sighing as well as wriggling on Tom's intrusion and Tom was
dreamy eyed and I was bloody sure he was going to cum before they got
going. Just to tidy him up I got down and sucked his stiff meat for a
little bit although I got off as I felt his balls rise to the occasion, I
massaged them back into the standby position and then told him to make his
move. Jimbo was well lubed up and he'd started to push back indicating he
was ready to go.

'Nice and easy, Tom. Take it slow stop if he tells you. He needs to adjust
but it'll be alright.'

'The first one to do me just shoved it and that was it,' he muttered. 'It
hurt like hell.'

'Yeah, Tom,' I kissed his cheek. 'You're a lover not a rapist... right?'

'You're right,' he agreed and bent over to kiss up Jimbo's spine whilst
bringing his steaming hard cock to the portal, Jim's virgin hole now well
oiled and relaxed ready for some action. Now it was all down to Jimbo.

Little Tom guided his hardon down into Jimbo's crack and locating the boy's
pucker gently pushed, Jimbo groaned and I shuffled around to the top of the
bed and held his hands. Tom pushed harder and from where I was by Jimbo's
head I saw Tom's shaft begin to disappear into Jimbo's rounded bottom.

Tom gave a long satisfied sigh and Jimbo groaned softly but I quickly span
onto my side offering my own hardness to his mouth and he gently held it
for a moment. Seconds later Tom gave another gasp and gave a little wiggle
of his hips and sank even further in, he'd well and truly popped Jimbo's
cherry and the boy was silent.

'Alright, Jimbo?' I asked.

'Stretched,' he answered shortly and then grinned and wriggled his
fanny. He smiled up at me and then I knew it was all over, he was
alright. We'd see if he was as placid when I got inside him but that was
yet to come.

'So tight,' purred Tom and he settled onto Jimbo's bum and back. 'Fuckin'
beautiful,' he gave an extra dig and Jimbo jerked but then pushed his
little bottom up into his new lover.

Tom started to regularly move up and down and I saw his oiled shaft as it
slipped in and out of Jimbo's tight tush. Tom smirked and me and mouthed a
word, I think it was 'later', or, at least I hoped it was. I had to have
that muscular swimmer's bottom of his and give it a good pounding and he
grinned wider. He must have been a mind reader but the position was
changing. Jimbo was forcing himself up onto his knees as Tom fucked him and
then he was crouched on all fours and Tom really started going to town,
slamming and slapping into Jimbo's now well broached bottom. Jimbo loved it
and I sat there watching as they worked their way to a climax. I saw the
cheeks of Tom's smooth pale bum clench and twitch and he let go with a long
moan, rammed into Jimbo and stayed in giving an occasional push and finally
forced Jimbo flat onto his belly. Five minutes later we were flat on our
backs with a very self satisfied Jimbo laying in the middle.

'How do you feel, Tom?' I was still in tutor mode but rapidly losing it.

'Wonderful,' he sighed.

'Jimbo?'

'Squishy, he giggled. 'A bit sore as well.'

'A good clean up and bath will take care of that.'

'Good thinking, Batman. Excuse me,' he said like a little boy. 'I'll leave
you two in peace for a bit.' As soon as he'd left the room I was on Tom, in
his strong arms and kissing him like there was no tomorrow, I was so hard
and horny and I wanted that tight little arse of his so bad it hurt.

'Jeez, I'm hot and sweaty, he grinned and played with his cum stained cock
which was showing signs of life already.

'I can smell it,' I laughed. 'We could always join Jimbo in the bathroom.'

'I thought you wanted me,' he frowned.

'I do,' I smiled and kissed him again. 'When you're ready.'

'I've been fucked four times by a guy I didn't really want to do it with
and Bill got rid of him. He told me I could more or less have anything I
wanted this weekend and I thought it was going to be Ian...'

'You thought wrong.'

'Mmmm...' He laughed. 'I got little Jimbo and you instead. I've had my
first fuck and it was great, just one thing left.'

''Your call.'

'You... nice and slow... nice and gentle.'

'OK.'  Instead of lying him on his belly I got him onto all fours, I'd done
it with Joe this way and it was good. I also had in mind that no way was
Tom a virgin, he'd had a man and more than once, he should have no trouble
with me. I swiped the clear gel into his crack fingering his hole and
working a finger in as he moaned and pushed back onto me. No false modesty
with this kid, he was ripe and after smearing just a little on my knob's
end I pushed between his cheek and as soon as I felt resistance
paused. 'OK, Tom.'

'Yeah,' he spoke into he mattress. 'You're nice, Andy.' He fell silent.

I smiled and pushed a little and felt his pucker yield and then the
incredible heat and tightness as his well muscled swimmer's bottom clamped
on me and without any more hanging around he pushed back very firmly
swallowing half my length in one fell swoop. I didn't bugger about
either. He was so tight and slick as I gently moved to and fro and then
went faster.

'Wow...' I heard Jimbo come in and then sit on the bed watching us at close
range.

Even that didn't put me off my stroke I went faster and faster and in the
end rammed myself in deep and hard and Tom just moaned and pushed back even
harder. We fell onto our tummies and my hips moved up and down as I spiked
him again and again. He was so warm, so soft and so willing I munched and
kissed at his neck and he craned his head to kiss completely lost in the
moment. I spread his legs and got between then ramming and plunging into
his firm young bum, clamped at one moment and relaxed the next. 'From the
front, later,' Tom giggled but I wasn't taking any notice, I shagged away
as I felt my balls tighten up and my heat rise. Tom, my beautiful Tom was
going to get a beauty and he did. I cum and cum until I felt in on my
pubics and between his cheeks, I'd flooded and overspilled his tight little
chute. I slipped in for the last time and lay on his sweaty body stirring
my softening hardness in his cum sodden nest.

'I'm so hard,' Jimbo whined at our side.

'Muppet,' I dragged him into our embrace as I slipped free from Tom and he
span around. The three of us traded messy kisses and relaxed. We gave
little Jimbo a good sucking but our hearts weren't really in it, food was
in the offing and that tends to take centre stage. Anyway, we had a night
together.

That's all for now listeners and readers. It was a long weekend and our
initial weeked at Bill's place, we had two young swimmers there wanting to
spread their wings and the four of us had been captured on film and now
were sorta officially on the payroll. I think it better if either Joe or
Derek tell the second half of the weekend or maybe they can squeeze it into
the story line later on, no matter, the story will be told.


			   The Series continues

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