Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2012 16:23:08 +0000
From: Ivor Sukwell <isukwell@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Two More Boys, part 3

This is the third in a series of three short stories, each complete in
itself, but each linked to the others. For voracious Nifty readers, or for
those interested enough to look back, there is also a link to the `A Boy'
series. The content includes sex between under-age boys and an adult male,
and if such content is not to your taste, or if you are precluded from
reading such material for any reason, please take this as a warning not to
continue. The characters are all fictional, though the laws of probability
indicate that similar events and situations may well have occurred between
persons unknown to the author.

No boys were harmed in the writing of these stories.

And Then Both Together
By Ivor Sukwell

What does one do when handed the opportunity of having two boys, one just
fourteen and gay as the fruitiest fruit cake; his brother only eleven but
already deeply enamoured with cock and with the copulatory instincts of a
rabbit, sharing your house with you? Naturally your carefully shaved fun
kit has no objections, especially when both boys have demonstrated a raging
desire to indulge its every whim; but man cannot think with cock
alone. Well, he can, and all too frequently does, but it is not always the
best policy!

Their mother, Sandra, was going to be living here as well, and although she
was not going to be an obstruction to the all male activities that would
occur on a very, very, regular basis, she still needed to be considered.

"The boys both like you," she told me over tea, not the Royal Worcester
this time, "And I gather you have found them both to your liking."

As, the day before, I had buggered the older, William, on the kitchen table
and then spent the night with young Harry who had utterly exhausted himself
in my arse before swallowing what needs to be swallowed, I had to agree
that I did, indeed, find them both to my liking!

"I'd find it a lot easier to agree to this move if I thought you would be
able to stop William doing things with men. I know what he's like, and I
know if I try to stop him it will only make him more determined to seek out
as many as he can."

I must have looked a bit surprised because she hurriedly added,

"I don't include you, of course, but as I said yesterday, you're not really
a man, you're just an overgrown boy." Her smile eliminated any possibility
that she was being anything other than nice with her comment.

"I don't want William going with other men, either," I told her firmly; "I
want him all to myself."

"Good," she smiled again, "I'm sure you'll have much more influence on him
in that respect than I will."

"And Harry as well," I said. "I know it must sound hypocritical, but I
don't think Harry should even be thinking of going with a man at his
age. He's far too young."

"But not too young for you," she smiled, a little sadly this time.

"Believe it or not," I told her, "He is. In different circumstances I
wouldn't even look at him. Well, perhaps I'd look, but that's all. Apart
from making a mental note to look a bit closer in a couple of years' time,"
I admitted.

"What will be, will be," Sandra sighed, "And I know if it's not you, it'll
be someone else; at least I know you. Enjoy things while you can," she said
bravely, "None of us know what's round the corner."

"What I think should be round the corner," I told her, "Is that we should
move away from here. William has a shit life at school with everyone
knowing about him and the same's going to be true for Harry in a couple of
years. You think they'll like life on the Costa del Sol?"

"Spain?"  she squeaked. "What about my job? What about their schooling?
None of us speaks a word of Spanish!"

"Costa's not really Spain," I grinned at her, "It's more like Birmingham in
the sun; probably more English spoken than Spanish. English schools, even
fish and chip shops."

"And how do I get money without a job?"

"I expect you'll find something," I shrugged, "And there's the bonus that
William will be legal."

I earned myself a sharp look with that comment, and then she giggled like a
little girl;

"Won't that spoil the fun a bit?"

"Far from it," I declared, and risked adding that there was still Harry who
wouldn't be.

"You are incorrigible," she grinned; "When can we go?"

It took hardly any time to rent a villa, complete with pool, thanks to the
internet, and a mere three weeks later we were there. Sandra had somehow
delayed being evicted and did leave with more than one or two bills unpaid
and with no forwarding address.

The boys loved their new home. Late September, early October is still
plenty warm down south on the Costa del Sol, and although no
self-respecting local would have dreamed of getting into a swimming pool
this late in the year, the boys were not local and didn't think twice about
it.

They didn't think twice about covering their modesty either, perhaps
because neither of them had any. The economic crisis meant that the
surrounding villas were all unoccupied so there was no-one to overlook our
pool and the boys frolicked delightfully naked. That their mother could,
and did, see them in that state concerned them not the slightest; they
weren't even vaguely concerned when the views they presented were of boys
in an excited state.

"I could ask them to be a bit less obvious," I mentioned to Sandra, but she
simply shrugged and asked why.

"It may be a bit naughty of me," she grinned, "But I actually rather like
seeing them having fun."

"Sandra!" I admonished.

"I suppose their liking for cock is inherited," she shrugged. "Such a shame
you're not bi!"

"I do like both your boys," I grinned back, "But I suppose that doesn't
count, does it!"

"Unfortunately, no," she sighed, "But you enjoy them. I would if I was
you."

Enjoy them I did. Sleeping with a boy is one of life's great pleasures –
sleeping with two of them is the stuff dreams are made on! I fucked William
and Harry fucked me. I sucked William and Harry sucked me; and I used my
mouth on both of them just about everywhere, especially, of course, in
those places that do not need detailing!

Some things that may have been expected did not happen – I did not fuck
Harry and William did not fuck me, the absence of these particular
activities eventually leading to a serious discussion one afternoon when
all three of us were naked in the sun.

"Why won't you fuck me?" Harry demanded an explanation for what he
considered to be a slight on his boyish charms.

"Perhaps he just don't fancy you," William lisped. William had taken to
lisping, just as he had taken to using make-up.

"He likes boys more than he likes wanna-be girls," Harry snapped back.

"Don't wanna be a girl," William objected, "Girls are yucky!"

"Why you always wearing make-up then?" Harry demanded, "If you don't wanna
be a girl?"

"Cos it makes me look even more sexy," William defended himself, "An' I
love looking sexy."

William's make-up was subtle, not garish; careful eyeliner and eye shadow
to emphasise the clear blueness of his eyes, a little blusher on his smooth
cheeks and just the merest hint of lipstick; all courtesy of his mother and
skilfully applied by her and it was enough to make one want to fuck him on
the spot.

"It does make you look sexy," I confirmed for William, "Makes you
irresistible and so fucking fuckable."

"See!" William threw at his brother.

"So if I use make-up, you'll fuck me?" was Harry's, fairly logical
response.

"No," I said, "I don't fuck you because I don't think you're old enough."
It was a mistake, I knew that even as I was saying it.

"Fucking bollocks!" Harry snarled. Neither boy usually swore; yes, they
both used the `f' word a lot, but not really as a swear word, it was just
another adjective for them. This time Harry meant it as swearing. "I've had
cock in me since I was seven, so I'm more than old enough now, aren't I!
You like my cock well enough; you eat out my bum all the time and stick
your fingers up me, so what's so wrong about fucking me? I like being
fucked; ask William, he should know! An' if I can get him in me with no
problem, why shouldn't I be able to take you? You're not that big, you
know! I've seen much bigger in porn, and fucking little boys as well! If
you think I'm not old enough to fuck, then I'm not old enough to kiss and
suck either! So there!"

He ran into the villa, I guessed to avoid bursting into tears in front of
William and I, very much the little boy and not the sex-object he was
trying to be.

 "You have to fuck him," William said, sotto-voce, "Or at least tell him
you want to."

"I do want to," I admitted, "But he's only eleven."

Moments later Sandra strode out, looking every inch the outraged and
protective mother.

"You have made Harry cry," she declared, "You've hurt him and upset him and
I'm not going to stand for it. What have you got to say for yourself?" She
glared at me as though I was the boys' older brother, not the middle aged
man who was providing them with somewhere to live; as well, of course, as
sleeping with them.  "Well," she demanded, "Explain yourself!"

"Harry wants James to fuck him," William attempted to defend me, "And James
won't because he thinks Harry's too young."

"Too young!" Sandra stormed at me, "He's not too young for you to kiss and
cuddle, is he! Not too young for you to suck his cock and eat out his
little bum! Not too young for you to cum in his mouth and to have him fuck
you whenever you fancy it, is he! How dare you say he's too young!"

My mouth hung open, I must have looked like the village idiot standing
there; my nakedness and that of fourteen year old William doing nothing to
reduce the bizarre, surreal situation. There was William, svelte, slender
William in all his natural glory, wearing make-up designed and intended to
make him utterly irresistible to any man, let alone a man who finds boys
irresistible anyway, make-up his mother had applied for him; and there was
me, long since past the time when I had any natural glory to exhibit, but
exhibiting anyway and there was Sandra, the boys' mother, hands on hips,
demanding to know why I was not fucking her eleven year old younger son.

"Well?" she demanded again, "How would you feel if William said you were
too old to fuck him, or both boys refused to kiss you and sleep with you
because you're too old for them? You wouldn't like that, would you! No! No,
you wouldn't like that one little bit! So just you think how you've made
poor Harry feel. Make you proud of yourself, does it?"

"Sandra...." I tried to say.

"Don't you `Sandra' me!" she stormed back, "You treat Harry properly,
consider his feelings not just your own. I know you don't make William fuck
you because he doesn't want to fuck men, so just you make sure you fuck
Harry because he wants you to fuck him!"

As logic goes, that was a very feminine version, but it made her point.

"I do want to fuck him," I feebly protested, "I have to stop myself from
going there."

"Huh!" she snorted, "I do want to fuck you Harry, but you've got to grow up
a bit first. He's supposed to be grateful when you tell him that, is he?"

"I don't want to," I hesitated for a second before submitting to her
demanding glare and saying the rest, "I don't want to risk damaging him;
he's still very small."

"Huh!" she snorted again, "That little boy has been taking his brother up
his bum since he was eight! And you think he won't be able to deal with
you? Not exactly an elephant trunk, is it!" she sneered, staring at my long
since wilted equipment.

I could have taken control of the situation, fired back that she was a year
out on her younger son's starting age, instead I feebly protested again
that I did want to fuck Harry and that, in future, I would pay more
consideration to his feelings and less to my own.

I hadn't noticed that Harry had returned outside and had obviously been
listening to his mother's assault on me, and, from the look on his face,
had clearly enjoyed what he'd heard.

"Time you did then, if you really want to fuck me," Harry said, a touch of
triumph in his treble voice, and, being the boy he was, couldn't resist
doing a tiny bit of knife-sticking of his own, "Before I get much older an'
you miss the chance of finding out what it's like to fuck an eleven year
old."

"How long have I got, Harry, six months?" I tried to be a tiny bit humorous
as well, and failed.

"More like six minutes," Harry riposted, "Not gonna beg you again. Now, or
lose the chance."

I had to suppress a smile, actually more of an out-loud laugh at little
Harry, all four foot six of him, trying to be so serious, but, of course,
for him it was serious. He was offering the ultimate that a boy has to
offer and he wasn't offering it lightly. Reject his offer now and he wasn't
going to make it again. He was never going to say `no' to all the other
stuff, but I knew him well enough to know that he would keep to his word
and not ever let me inside him.

"Your move, I think," Sandra smiled triumphantly at me, "I want to see one
very happy boy later on." She turned and marched back inside; woman
victorious, her son would get what he wanted. A strange sort of victory
perhaps, ensuring that her eleven year old boy got fucked by a man, but she
knew as well as I did that if I turned Harry down now, he'd be off in
search of someone who would not turn him down and she'd rather it was me in
him than a complete stranger.

"Here, in the garden, by the pool?" Harry asked, not intending to waste any
time in getting his wish fulfilled.

Fast thinking was required and I was proud of myself in doing just that. I
had a suspicion that if we did go for it out here, Sandra would be watching
to make sure things were done properly, and I did not find the idea of
buggering an eleven year old while his mother watched over-appealing!

Why don't we have a threesome," I suggested, "We haven't had a proper one
yet and we could go for it in our room with some porn on the telly."

We slept together, of course, and there had inevitably been some tripartite
activity, but not yet a real, proper, full-fucking threesome, so there was
a good chance the idea would appeal to both boys and I knew how much they
both loved watching porn. All my porn was boy/boy stuff, with the exception
of a couple of spanking ones that got both boys very hard without them
having to experience the slap of hand or cane on buttocks.

"Wicked!" William bubbled enthusiastically, "We can have a mini-orgy!"

"Yeh, that'd be well cool," Harry chirped in mounting excitement, his
excitement evident by his essential part mounting unaided.

"Mum," Harry yelled as he rushed first into the villa, "We're gonna do it
upstairs, all three of us!"

"Alright boys," Sandra called back from the kitchen, "Lunch will be ready
in a couple of hours."

For some reason whilst the thought of their mother watching turned me very
much off, the idea of her knowing, had the opposite effect, and I was
almost as hard as the boys by the time we were in our bedroom.

William took charge of the porn, selecting a spanking to start with and
then a couple of hours' boy action, the participants varying from pre to
late teen.

"Can we do it without coats on?" Harry pleaded, "I want to feel you cum
inside me properly."

One thing both their mother and I had insisted on was that protective
covering should be used at all times, although this was a rule I had to
relax when Harry was doing me as it wasn't possible to obtain condoms that
would stay on Harry's thin prick, but as no sperm was involved I hoped it
would be safe enough. I knew William cheated sometimes and rode Harry
bareback, but I pretended I didn't, it being easier that way.

"Not really safe, Harry," I demurred, "We both know William has been around
a bit."

"Not a complete dork, am I," William, countered, "You're the only one who's
spunked in me, I've never let anyone else do me without a rain coat on!"

"Even when you first started?" I asked as gently as I could, hoping to make
my point. I didn't know when he had begun, but if he'd been doing his
brother since he was nine, I guessed it was pretty young.

"Scout leader was the first," William defended himself, and gave away
information at the same time, "An' he used one and made sure I knew how
important it was. So there!"

"And when did you leave Scouts, William?" I enquired with a gentle smile.

"Before he was ten," Harry piped in immediately; "We had to move an' he
never joined again."

William knew he'd been outed and blushed, noticeable even through his
make-up.

"So?" he declared defiantly, "You got any objections?"

"Me? No. But may be better if that is something your mother does not get to
know about."

"Yeh," William agreed, "She thinks the first was when I was thirteen." His
grin was pure wickedness.

"Didn't it hurt, that first time?" I was curious to know.

"Nah," William dismissed the idea of it hurting with contempt, "He weren't
nowhere near as big as you an' he'd done loads of cub scouts before, so he
knew how to break me in properly."

"I hope you thanked him nicely," I couldn't help saying with an almost
equally wicked smile.

"If you mean did I let him do it loads more, course I did. An' some of the
older scouts as well. Really liked Scouts," he grinned again.

"Be prepared," I smirked.

"That's what he told us," William smirked back, "Made sure all the boys who
did stuff always had a condom with them, just in case they needed one."

"Many boys do stuff?" I tried to make it sound like an innocent, just about
interested enquiry, but my cock was throbbing now.

"What do you think?" William sniggered and told me no more. I would have to
get him talking about Scouts some time when we were kissing and cuddling –
that was a definite!

"Can we get on with things?" Harry demanded. He was probably already
conversant with the full details of his brother's early sexual escapades
and was far more interested in developing his own rather than listening to
things he was already familiar with.

"Get the porn on, William," I sighed, knowing there was no escape, and
before Harry could repeat his earlier demand for bareback, I added for his
benefit, "And when it gets to shagging, how about William does you first
and spunks in you. That should get you nice and open and really slippery
inside so you can take me with no problems."

"Yeh, sloppy seconds for James," William chortled, "Well hot."

"That okay with you?" I asked Harry.

"Yeh," he beamed, "An' you gonna eat me out first, get me ready?"

"Why not, especially if you suck your brother at the same time and get him
ready."

"He's always ready," Harry giggled and William's almost ceiling pointing
four and a half solid inches acted as confirmation of his remark.

We sat and watched the spanking porn to begin with, a boy either side of
me, cuddled up seriously close, their hands ensuring that I was in full
working order, neatly, almost seamlessly switching their attentions between
cock and balls – Harry on cock, William juggling balls, and then a
smooth change of places for their hands and fingers. I don't think I've
ever enjoyed a spanking video more!

Preliminaries over, we got down to the serious business, Harry on hands and
knees on the bed, me lying behind him, my mouth working his luscious little
bum and his mouth slurping around his kneeling in front of him, brother's
cock.

"Not too much," William hissed, "Spunk goes in your bum this time. You can
have plenty to eat later."

Harry managed to nod his agreement without ever taking his mouth off the
delicacy he was enjoying. He was enjoying my mouth as well, pushing himself
back onto my face as I licked and tongued him, and I was enjoying his bum
as much as he was loving my mouth.

"Not too much," William hissed again with greater urgency, followed by,
"Oh, fuck, yes!" as Harry switched his attention from cock to balls and
started warming up his brother's sperm makers, probably in the hope of
getting a seriously large load pumped into him later.

"He ready yet?" William asked me and I raised a thumb in an affirmative
gesture, no need to speak, my mouth was still otherwise engaged.

I did have to stop eating unfortunately, in order to lube his little hole –
saliva is slippery, but proper, water-based bum grease makes for an easier
entry and little Harry was in for a very thorough fucking, so I wanted it
to start well.

With the minimum of fuss, William and I changed ends, William taking hold
of his younger brother's hips and lining him up perfectly, while I grabbed
his head and showed his mouth where my cock was.

With perfect timing, Harry took me into his mouth at the same moment he
took his brother into his bum, making some nice little noises to show how
much he appreciated his first time as spit-roast.

William was fourteen and had been gobbled close to blowing and with his
cock in the lovely, tight, confines of his brother's hole and the sight of
that brother greedily cramming as much man-cock into his mouth as he could,
right before his eyes, William abandoned himself to boy-lust and really
pounded the eleven year old arse that was gripping him.

"Take my sperms, little brother," William grunted as he rammed himself deep
one last time and held still while his cock burst and Harry mewled around
my prick as his insides were flooded.

William eased out and I gently pushed Harry's mouth off my cock, so the
little boy was emptied at both ends at the same time, just as he had been
entered at the same time, and once more William and I changed positions. He
was too sensitive from his spunking to want to be sucked, so he rested
Harry's face on his groin while I went where William had been.

Freshly fucked, the first oozing of William's sperm just beginning to
appear in his wide open hole, Harry's little bum took my much thicker cock
without a hint of protest. There was a gasp as his body understood the size
of its new invader, but I didn't force my way in, letting his hole get used
to things, make the necessary arrangements and then open in welcome.

Freshly fucked he might have been, and no stranger to his brother's cock
for three or more years, but he was still tight! God, was he tight! His
ring gripped me like no ring has ever gripped before! I have deprived, with
their consent of course, a reasonable number of boys of their virginity,
but even the most virgin amongst those virgins was nowhere near as tight as
well-fucked young Harry! Of course, none of them was as young as young
Harry either. Nor were any so wildly enthusiastic about things as young
Harry!

His ring understood, without the need for detailed instruction and
explanation, that if it relaxed just a little, then backwards and forwards
movement of the cock it was fastened around would be facilitated, and that
movement was what the ring, the velvet sheath beyond it and the owner of
both, wanted with a consuming passion.

"Yeh, fuck me!" Harry chirped, "Fuck me. Make me your slut boy."

That, I dimly thought, was not something I had to do – Harry was already
more of a slut-boy than any eleven year old could be expected to be!

It wasn't all that long a fuck by my normal standards. I'm usually pretty
good at hanging onto things, but Harry's lack of years and the squishy,
tight but still sloppy, tunnel I was reaming, got me there faster than I
would have liked. Faster than Harry liked as well, because he kept begging
me to make it last and ride him harder at the same time.

He did do a lovely sigh, come moan, come hiss of pleasure when I added my
cream to the, by now undoubtedly frothy, mixture inside him, before
relaxing from hands and knees to full-length on his stomach and easing me
out of him at the same time.

He turned over, a happy beam on his young face.

"My bum feels great," he grinned at his brother and I, "But no-one touched
my cock yet."

We gave him a dry one each, William first because I was a little on the
tired side, and when he'd squirmed his way through those and we'd cleaned
up his bum for him, he went cheerfully downstairs for food and gave his
mother a hug.

Yes, it was going to be hard work, but I thought I would enjoy having the
boys live with me.


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