Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2007 19:04:50 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: 'A Warm April Saturday' chapter 10
All the usual disclaimers apply; if the law where you are prohibits you
from reading material like this, then I guess you'd better not, but if
you do, don't blame either me or Nifty if you read it and get caught,
okay? And if you don't like reading about sexual interactions involving
underage boys and adult men, you probably ought to leave this page right
now.
Chris and Stephen are still in Spain. Do they keep their activities to
themselves or will they find some like-minded boys to hang out with?
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CHAPTER TEN
It's Monday; we've been here just over a week. This is holiday of a
lifetime; I don't want to go home, ever! Since James came to the
beach with us, Stephen seems to enjoy hanging out with him as much as
I do, and Peter's been all over him. His dad had to tell him to leave
James alone. If only he knew! James wouldn't admit it, but he'd like
nothing better than to rip the kid's shorts down and fuck the arse
off him. Well, not exactly like that, maybe, but you get the idea. He
won't do anything, of course; like he said, it'd be way too risky.
We're down on the beach, me and Stephen that is, just hanging out.
Sometimes we go to the pool first; then, when we go to the beach,
Peter always wants to come with us. That's okay, he's a good kid.
We've caught him peeking at us again too; we just pretend we haven't
noticed. But today we wanted a bit of time to ourselves so we missed
out the pool and came straight here.
I pull the tennis ball out of my pocket and we start tossing it to
one another; seems like if we run around a bit first it feels a lot
better when we sit down to chill out afterwards. Gradually the throws
get harder and the catches more difficult. I can catch pretty well
now, but my throwing's not very good; I just can't get the power that
Stephen does. James says it's `cause I've got arms like bits of
string, and even he can't do anything about that! If I do try to
throw the ball hard it just goes, like, anywhere! Stephen sends one
skywards; it's all I can do to keep my eyes on it. I manage it
though, toppling over and rolling onto my back, the ball clutched to
my chest. I try to return the favour, launching the ball as hard as I
can. It does go pretty high; problem is it's going to land about
thirty yards to Stephen's left, and even he can't make that sort of
ground. He doesn't even try; just stands there watching it.
A couple of dark-haired boys are walking in our direction, not too
far from where the ball's going to come down. One of them trots
across, catches it neatly, throws it high in the air like cricketers
do and catches it again. He tosses it back to us then the two of
them walk over.
"Hi!" the ball-catcher says. "Mind if we join in? I'm Quentin and
this is Danny."
I have to do a double-take. As they came towards us I thought they
must be twins, but they're not. Quentin's about 5'3", about halfway
between me and Stephen; Danny's a bit smaller than I am. Apart from
that, they're almost identical; fit-looking kids too. Stephen
glances at me; I nod back.
"No problem," Stephen says, grinning warmly. "I'm Stephen; the skinny
rake's Chris."
We get back to our game; it's a lot more fun with four. Over the past
few days we've run across a few kids that we could have hung out
with, but they've always had parents close by and Stephen's just made
an excuse why we had to go. These two look like they're on their own,
the same as we are. Well, I don't get shown up or anything, but
they're all better than I am. It's no surprise that they can all
throw better than me, but they can all catch better too; some of the
catches that Quentin and Stephen take are amazing. After half an hour
we're all totally shattered.
"Want to come over to our place?" Quentin asks. "Get a cold drink and
an ice cream?"
"Where's that?" Stephen asks.
"We've got a villa just over there," Quentin says casually, nodding
his head in the direction of the road we have to walk down to get to
the beach.
"Cool," we say in quick succession.
We make our way off the beach, not saying a lot; I guess we're all a
bit tired. They've taken me a bit by surprise though. The villas
`over there' are seriously big places; they make the ones we're
staying in look tiny. They must be well minted to be staying in a
place like that. Quentin punches a code into a keypad on the outer
wall. A gate swings open. Holy shit! This isn't just one of the
villas `over there', it's the biggest one of the whole lot; it's
massive! We head in through the front door and out onto the terrace
at the back. The place has its own pool and a huge garden beyond
that. A very elegant woman is sitting on a recliner, reading a
magazine and drinking a glass of wine. That's obviously where the
boys get their looks from.
"Hi mum!" Quentin says casually. "This is Stephen and Chris; we met
on the beach. We're just hanging out together for a bit."
"Okay, dear," she says, looking up briefly from her magazine.
She resumes reading. We stroll back into the house; we didn't even
get to say hello, weird! Drinking wine at half past eleven in the
morning seems pretty strange too. We wander into the kitchen. Quentin
fixes drinks and ice creams and parks himself on one of the bar
stools.
"Oh, mum's all right," he says, smiling at us. "She's the trophy
wife."
I don't know what he's talking about.
"Like we're the trophy kids, aren't we, Danny?" he continues,
smirking at his younger brother. "Get wheeled out on special
occasions to make us look like the perfect family." He pauses. "We
come away on holiday, yeah? And what happens; dad invites this guy to
come and stay with us. Every day they go to the country club about
six kilometres away to play golf, have a few drinks and talk about
this deal they're putting together. When they come back this evening,
mum will have to have a nice dinner ready and we'll all have to be on
our best behaviour; `yes sir, no sir', all that shit. It's the same
every time; I just wish he'd leave it for once and spend some time
with us instead."
That comes as a total surprise. I've never really known anyone with
lots of money; I guess I'd never really thought about what they're
like.
"So what does your dad do?" I ask.
"Works in the city, putting deals together; this one's worth two
billion, biggest one he's ever done. That's what he says anyway."
I find it a bit of s struggle to get my head round it all. I can't
imagine what it must be like to have that much money.
"So where d'you live?"
"Little village near Harpenden; you won't have heard of it. It's
about thirty miles north of London, boring as fuck. Mind you, we're
not there much; we're away at school most of the time."
So they go to boarding school. Well I guess that makes sense, sort
of. We finish our drinks and ice creams.
"So what are we doing now?" Stephen asks.
"Whatever," Quentin says, sounding bored. "We're not doing anything,
are we Danny?"
"Want to come slumming?" Stephen asks. "Mum and dad will be out all
day; we can go and chill out at our place if you want."
"Yeah, cool! So where have your mum and dad gone?"
"Oh they're both golf nuts. They've got bored with the course at the
resort so they've gone to play a different one. They won't get back
till six."
"Cool! So they just leave you on your own?"
"Yeah; it's the reward for being sensible and staying out of
trouble," Stephen says, smirking.
Yeah, well we'd better not get into that! If his mum knew what he'd
been getting up to the past few days she'd have kittens. Quentin and
Danny say goodbye to their mum and we make our way out, strolling
lazily up the road towards the resort.
"So how old are you?" Quentin asks Stephen.
"I was thirteen at the beginning of June."
"Oh, right! I was thirteen last week. That really sucks, having your
birthday in August, always being the youngest kid in the year. I've
got to start public school is September; if I'd been born a few weeks
later I'd have had another year at prep school." He turns to me.
"What about you?"
"I'm twelve next month."
"Oh, one of the lucky ones; so are you about to start secondary
school then?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, cool!" Danny pipes. "I'll be twelve in December, so we're all
pretty close together, ages I mean."
We arrive at the villa. Stephen lets us in and fixes another round of
drinks. We settle ourselves in the lounge room, me in one armchair,
Quentin in the other, Stephen draped out across the sofa. Danny sits
on the floor by his brother, resting his back against the arm of the
chair. We chat about this and that. I like these kids; they may have
more money than they know what to do with and go to a posh boarding
school, but underneath they're just ordinary kids like we are. I
check my watch; it's twenty to one. Mum will expect me back for lunch
in five minutes.
"Sorry, got to go; mum'll have lunch ready," I say, directing myself
at Stephen. "See you in an hour!" I do high fives with Quentin and
Danny and head out of the door.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
When I get back, everyone's exactly where I left them. Somehow I'd
expected Quentin and Danny to have gone by now, but they're still
here. This was not part of the plan! I'm as horny as fuck; I'm
desperate to get into Stephen's shorts but it's baking hot outside;
they're not going to walk home now; looks like we'll have to wait
till four o'clock at least. This is very frustrating! There's an
uneasy atmosphere in the room too; I can feel it. The conversation
dries up for a few seconds, as though we're all waiting for someone
else to say something.
"Do you guys like to get sexy?" Danny suddenly pipes up.
Without any warning he skins his shorts down almost to his knees,
exposing his fully erect cock.
There's a stunned silence. Quentin swats Danny round the ear.
"Owww!" Danny protests.
"I told you not to do that," Quentin says firmly, looking less than
pleased.
"It's cool," Stephen says quietly, smiling at them. "We get sexy
sometimes, don't we, Chris?"
"Told you!" Danny says defiantly, looking up at his brother. "If I'd
left it to you we'd never have found out!"
Stephen looks across at me, trying to gauge my reaction. The only
word for it is gobsmacked. Maybe I should have seen this coming but
the idea never crossed my mind.
"You want to come upstairs?" Stephen says, grinning at the other two.
Danny jumps up, pulls up his shorts and practically drags me out of
my chair. Before I've had time to think we're heading up the stairs.
Quentin and Stephen are some way behind, talking too quietly for me
to hear what they're saying. They're planning something, I can sense
it. As soon as we reach Stephen's bedroom Danny sets about undressing
me. It's not that I'm objecting; it's just that my brain's still
trying to catch up. He pulls my briefs down.
"Nice big balls!" he comments. "Can you cum?"
"Nah! What about you?"
"No, I can't either. Quentin can. What d'you like doing?"
"Most things, I guess."
"D'you suck?"
"Yeah."
"Cool! I love that! Can you sixty-nine?"
"Yeah."
"Come on then!"
In like no seconds flat he's out of his clothes and we're lying on
our sides sucking each other off. A slimy finger slides down my crack
and pushes into my bum. I'm not sure whose it is; in this position I
can't see a whole lot. Stephen must have got the KY out of my shorts;
he knows where I keep it. Suddenly, Danny's right leg lifts up so his
knee's resting on my right shoulder. Now I can see something. My eyes
grow to the size of saucers. Holy shit! Stephen's cock is pushing its
way into Danny's bum. Sure, I've seem kids getting fucked before, but
from a several feet away, not like four inches! No prizes for
guessing what happens next; even I've worked it out by this time. My
leg gets moved to a similar position, allowing Quentin to stuff his
hard dick into me.
"Hold still, you two," he says quietly. "Let me and Stephen do the
work."
Er, like we have a choice? I'm not complaining though; with the
action going on behind us, Danny's fucking my mouth and I'm fucking
his. This is just the wildest, dirtiest thing I've ever done. It's
like I'm being spit-roasted and sucked off at the same time; it's
wicked! So that's what they learn at this posh boarding school they
go to! Fuck! We could have done this at Scott's house if anyone had
thought of it. With all this going on, there's no way I'm going to
last long and I guess the same goes for everyone else. I can't begin
to describe it though; my dry-cum's totally wild; everything else it
just a blur. I'm sort of aware of Danny's cock jerking in my mouth
and moments later Quentin's doing the same in my bum. He does cum,
but not very much; that's about all I can say.
We slowly disentangle ourselves. We are a mess!
"Stephen cums loads!" Danny says excitedly.
He gets onto all fours, showing us his hole with Stephen's spunk
trickling out. I thought I was horny; this kid is unreal. We all get
showered. My mind's still spinning; I can't even think how Stephen's
going to explain the number of towels we've used. We spend the next
hour sprawled out naked on Stephen's bed, just chilling and chatting.
Finally it's time for Quentin and Danny to get back. We fix up to
meet them again on the beach tomorrow, climb into our clothes and see
them out.
"Did you enjoy that?" Stephen whispers as he closes the door.
"Yeah, but how did you know, --- you know?"
"It's hard to say," he says, shaking his head. "When Quentin started
talking about his dad and all that stuff; that was part of it, and
then he said about them going to boarding school. I just sensed it
somehow."
"Oh! I still want to spend some time with you though!" I say firmly.
"Yeah, no problem! That was just a bit of fun."
"How about this evening?"
"Nah, mum and dad'll get suspicious if we keep doing that; how about
tomorrow morning?"
"What time are we meeting them?"
"Eleven o'clock. Come round about half past nine; mum and dad will be
well gone by then. We'll have loads of time!"
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
"So who were the cuties you brought back to Stephen's place?" James
asks, sitting on my bed again.
"Quentin and Danny; we met them down at the beach."
"And you had a lot more fun together, yeah?"
He's done it again. I don't know how he knows; he just does. I tell
him the whole story, right from the time we met them.
"Cool!" he says, ruffling my hair. "Sounds like you had a great
time."
"Yeah, it was wild!" I pause for a second. "But I'd still rather do
it just with you or just with Stephen."
"Yeah, I know, and that's cool too. So are you meeting them again?"
"Yeah, eleven o'clock."
"Cool! You didn't happen to find out their surname, did you?"
"Nah; didn't ask. Why?"
"I'm just curious. The City's only small and it sounds like their dad
must be pretty high up the ladder; I was just wondering who it was."
"Oh right! I'll see if I can find out."
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
We've got it all worked out. We'll do it all pretty much like we did
yesterday, except for the sixty-nine thing; Stephen will have sex
with Danny while Quentin does it with me. As soon as we get back to
Stephen's place, Danny's champing at the bit to get on with it.
"Sorry lads," Stephen says. "Me and Chris fucked before we came to
the beach. We were just catching up. You, er, interrupted our usual
get-together yesterday afternoon. We need a bit of time to, you know,
re-charge the batteries. We'll do it when Chris comes back after
lunch, yeah?"
"Cool," Quentin says, flopping into an armchair. "So are you two like
boyfriends then?"
"We are while we're here, aren't we Chris?" he says, grinning at me.
I'm so proud to hear him say that; it makes me feel like I've won the
lottery or something.
"Cool!" Quentin says, smiling warmly.
Stephen sorts some drinks out then we sit there just chatting about
stuff. About ten minutes later I stroll through to the kitchen for a
re-fill.
"Cute little arse!" Quentin comments. "I can't wait to fuck that
again!"
"That's what everyone says," I say, wiggling it at him. "Even James!"
"Who's James?" he asks,
"His mum's boyfriend," Stephen interjects. "They fuck."
Quentin seems a bit taken aback; Danny's not though.
"Has he got a big cock?" he asks excitedly.
"Pretty big," I say. "Not a monster, but big enough."
"I'd love to have a big cock up my bum!" he says.
"Like Carl Prideaux?" Quentin says contemptuously. "You squealed like
a pig when he fucked you, and you could hardly walk afterwards."
"Yeah, but he was horrible!" Danny protests. "He just shoved it in;
never even used any lube!"
"So who's this Carl Prideaux?" Stephen asks.
"A black kid in my year at school," Quentin says, "only he's one of
the oldest; he'll be fourteen soon. He's a big lad and he's got a
right donger on him. Anyway, slut-boy here keeps going on about
getting fucked by a really big one so I fixed it up. Our school's got
nooks and crannies all over the place, hasn't it Danny? There are
loads of places you can hide if you want to do stuff. Anyway it was a
bit of a disaster. To be honest, Carl was pretty rough."
"Sounds like he's not exactly the brightest," Stephen says.
"He's okay, actually," Quentin says, "works hard, does all right in
class and that, good at sport too. It just that ---," he pauses and
grins at Danny, "he's like two early trans-Atlantic aviators."
Me and Stephen turn and look at each other. "What??"
"Alcock and Brown!!" they chorus.
We all fall about laughing; that is well funny. I wonder if this
Prideaux kid knows that's what they call him.
"So, you were saying about James," Danny continues. "How old is he?
Is he fit, you know, nice looking?"
"He's twenty six," I tell him, "and he's well fit, isn't he Stephen?"
"Yeah, he's fit all right," Stephen says, "really cool too. I'm not
into older guys, but I'd go with him if he asked me. Don't know about
him fucking me `cause I'm not really into that either, but I'd let
him blow me if he wanted; might even blow him."
I'm surprised to hear him say that; James has made an even bigger
impression than I thought.
"Wow! Danny says, tongue hanging out. "Can I meet him? I'd love him
to fuck me!"
"Dunno," I say. "Mum's around most of the time; I've only had sex
with him twice since we've been here. I'll have to see what we can
do. You can meet him though; I'll get him to come to the beach
tomorrow."
"Cool!" Danny says.
"Oh, I nearly forgot." I say, grinning at them. "James works in The
City too; he's an investment analyst. He saw you when we came back
yesterday; pretty much knew what we'd been up to. He asked me what
your surname was in case he knows who your dad is."
"It's Brooks," Quentin says, sounding bored. "Dad's head of mergers
and acquisitions at Eliot Groenfeld."
Well, the second bit went right over my head, but I got `Brooks'
okay. It's time to go for lunch.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
One-on-one, Quentin is really nice. I'm guessing he's not kissed that
much before, but he does it beautifully, not wild and passionate like
Stephen, sort of gentle and delicate. That is so cool! He's got a lot
more hair than anyone else I've been with; it's black and shiny,
nearly collar length and very thick. It feels like silk; I love
running my fingers through it.
He settles down to suck me; seems like he's had plenty of practice at
this; the sensations in my dick are unbelievable. I guess when he was
a bit younger he'd have done it for some of the older kids, probably
got fucked too, but now he's one of the oldest he likes to be the one
doing the fucking. When he starts his new school he'll be one of the
youngest again; maybe the youngest kid in the whole school. Perhaps
that's what he's worried about. We swap over. His cock's almost
exactly like Scott's; four inches or so, uncut, medium-thick and
straight as an arrow. Under the silky-smooth skin it's absolutely
rock hard. It's beautiful to suck; I could do this for hours.
I pass Quentin the KY and get into the doggy position while he lubes
me up.
"Is this how you like to do it?" he asks.
"Yeah!"
"Cool! That's how we do it, isn't it, Danny?"
On the other side of the bed, Danny's just getting himself into the
same position, only facing the other way. I allow myself a little
giggle; Stephen's still got his baseball cap on. He grins at Quentin.
"So when did you, er ---, you know?"
"Half past five this morning, while everyone else was still asleep."
"We do it half past five every morning!" Danny says enthusiastically.
"Come on, Stephen, I want your cock now!"
I put my head down on the pillow and relax. Quentin moves in behind
me, his cock pushing against my hole. I push out; it slides right
into me. He's a good athlete too; within a few seconds he's pounding
my arse, giving me a good hard fucking, not rough like Scott was, but
hard, just the way I like it. Next to me Danny's emitting little
squeaks and moans. I glance to my right; Stephen's cock is pistoning
in and out of the kid's hot little bum. Wow! Quentin wraps his hand
around my cock; it twitches wildly between his fingers.
"Oh, yes! You really do love this, don't you, Chris?"
"Yeah! Yeah! Ohh! Just go for it man!"
He pounds away even harder. Suddenly the tingling surges right
through my body. I buck so violently I collapse onto the bed, taking
Quentin down with me. My cock's jerking and so is his, his little
jets of boy-juice squirting into my bum. Stephen's gasping out loud,
moaning as he shoots his stuff into Danny's arse. I look over my
shoulder. At least Danny's managed to stay where he was. Stephen
slowly pulls out. Fuck! His balls might not be very big, but they
churn out spunk like you wouldn't believe. It's only a few hours
since he fucked me and he came loads then. Now Danny's got spunk
dribbling out of his hole and running down his legs. Wow! We get off
the bed and head to the bathroom.