Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2012 18:05:01 +0000
From: Ivor Sukwell <isukwell@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On part 3

This story contains man/boy and boy/boy sex; it is pure masturbation
fantasy, so you advised not to read it if those activities are not your
`thing'. You should not continue beyond the title if the laws that apply
where you live prohibit the reading of such material, be that on the
grounds of religion, culture or age. If you choose to continue after this
warning, then that is your choice and if you make that choice I hope you
are not too disappointed.

The story, as will become very obvious very early, is pure fantasy, and
none of the characters exist outside of the imagination of the author.

NOTE: I have attempted to reproduce the sounds made by teenagers in west
London and some of the spelling may cause problems to readers who are not
accustomed to English as it is spoken there. If you try to pronounce words
as they are spelt then it should make some sense. Even though I have made
this attempt I must say to the purist that I did not find it possible to
reproduce all the swallowed consonants, strangulated vowels and glottal
stops that are a common, everyday feature of this particular variety of
English. Even Professor Higgins may have had a problem!


We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On Chapter Three
A Story by Ivor Sukwell


Summer turned into Autumn, and Autumn was heading towards Winter when Brian
called a boy meeting. They wore Edward out first, all three boys demanding
a good fucking and Simon insisting that he be allowed inside Edward as soon
as he'd done all three. They left him in a blissful sleep on the bed in the
poolside fuckroom, and convened at the far end of the Orangery, so even if
he woke he would not hear their discussion.

"Dunno `bout the two of yer," Brian began, "But I'm gettin' a bit bored."

"Not me," Simon shook his head; as the weeks had passed the last remaining
thoughts of female flesh had gone from his mind, he was more than happy
with two boys and a man to fuck.

"Wot yer mean?" Roy enquired. "Not gettin' fed up with shaggin' are yer?"

"Course not!" Brian contemptuously dismissed the idea, "But look; I bin
here for three, four months an' I ain't grown one single fuckin' pube."

"So? I quite like yer fuckin' smooth; well, fuckin' horny," Roy sniggered.

"An' me," Simon agreed.

"Me an' all," Brian conceded, "Fuckin' love it! But means we ain't gettin'
any older, dun'it. Dunno `bout you, but I'd love to get done by an older
kid."

The other boys thought about this for a moment before Roy agreed slowly,
"See wot yer means, sum more cock'd be good."

"More arse to fuck," Simon agreed.

"He musta done loadsa kids, so we gotta get `im to bring some more in,"
Brian insisted, before giving one of his huge grins; "Anyway, I wants some
pervy fuckin' kid wiv a huge cock wots gonna cane me fuckin' senseless
`fore he rams it up me."

"Fuckin' weirdo," Roy smiled affectionately.

"Gotta tell him nicely," Simon pointed out, "Don't want him to think he
ain't keepin' us happy."

"Yeh, Don't wanna piss `im off, case he dumps us back where he got us
from." Like Simon, Roy was quite content with this life of luxury and
non-stop sex.

"Praps he can't get any more kids in," Roy wondered, "Cos, like wot you
said, he musta done loads, so why ain't he brought `em? Praps he's used up
all his power or sumfin."

"Nah," Brian dismissed the thought, "Dunno why `e ain't brought no more in,
`cos if I was a boy fucker like wot `e is, Id'a brought in fuckin'
hundreds. But `e can't a used up all `is stuff, can `e. Fink abaht it."
Brian, though academically the dimmest of the three – though that may
partly have been due to the fact that he had rarely attended school –
was still sharp and street wise. "Grass ain't never bin cut, `as it? An'
who gets all the fuckin' food ready? An' who changes the fuckin' sheets
when we got `em all mucky wiv fuckin'? Ain't `im, is it."

"Fuck," Roy agreed, "Ain't never fort of it, but fuckin' yeh, how's it
happen?"

"Must `appen `cos `e just fuckin' finks of it an' it's done, in'it." Brian
looked at the other two boys, waiting for their admiration at his genius.

"So if he can do that, every day, he must be able to get in more boys,"
Simon also agreed. "When he wakes up, we'll see if we can chat him into
it."

It was Brian, who with characteristic subtlety, broached the subject to
Edward when he woke and went down the pool to see what the boys were
talking about. They didn't usually have long conversations, their time was
normally spent kissing, sucking and fucking.

"We wants yer to get more cock in," Brian announced, "Yer must be wantin'
to fuck sum diffrent arse, an' we all wants more cock to play wiv."

Edward smiled; he had for some time been thinking of adding to his boy
collection, but had hesitated because he didn't want to offend the three he
had.

"Do you," he smiled, "And how many would you like?"

"Fuckin' loads!" Brian declared.

"Like cock that much, do you?" Edward teased.

"Course we fuckin. do!" Brian was exasperated; they were teenage boys,
weren't they? Of course they liked cock!

"Fuckin' loads might not work," Edward tried to sound serious, "Takes a boy
a bit of time to adjust to these, somewhat unusual, surroundings and
conditions. Think how disorientated you were at first."

Brian had no idea what `disorientated' meant, but he got the general drift.

"One each, then," he compromised.

"That could be done. What sort of boys do you have in mind?"

"Ones wot sucks an' fucks ov course!" Brian snorted, what other sort of
boys did Edward think they wanted?

"Well," Edward pretended to ponder, though he had long ago decided who the
next ones would be, "Let's see if I can think of three suitable ones." He
reached for the always handy cigarettes, lit one and tossed the packet and
lighter to the boys. "There's Phil; he taught me how to suck when we were
fourteen, and he gave me my first mouthful. We never fucked, but, when I
thought about it afterwards, I was pretty sure he'd been with a man. When I
asked him how he learned about sucking he was pretty evasive, just said it
was someone he knew. If it had been a boy, he'd have told me his name; we
always told each other whose cocks we'd had."

"So he's fourteen, yeh?" Roy asked.

"Fourteen, yes."

"He bin wiv a man, he'll do," Brian declared, so that was one.

"Then there's Dave," Edward offered, "He certainly sucked, but again I
don't know if he ever got fucked. Again, I do know he went with a man a
lot, and as it was the same man who was my first fuck, I expect he did."

"How old?" Brian demanded.

"Fifteen when we did stuff together, but he was well late in development so
he didn't spunk till he was about fifteen and a half."

"Ok," Brian accepted, but he'll have to be spunkin' so almost sixteen,
yeh?"

"Fine," Edward agreed; "And then there's Colin; another fifteen and again
one I'm fairly sure had some grown up experience."

"Right then," Brian declared, "One fourteen an' two fifteens, an' all
probly done it wiv a man. Ok wiv you lads?" he asked.

Roy and Simon both nodded in agreement.

"Just one thing," Edward interrupted, "All three are cut."

"You wot?" the term was unfamiliar to Brian.

"Circumcised, no foreskin; not as pretty to look at as you three."

"Don't care," Roy said, "They got cocks, ain't they?"

"Don't make no fuckin' diffrence wen it's in yer arse," Brian informed
them, "Couple of the men wots fucked me had cocks like that."

Simon, the grammar school boy, had been doing the maths; "That's one each
for us, but what about you? Who are you going to sleep with?"

"Ah, yes," Edward grinned widely, "A fifteen called Myrfin, who didn't
suck, but fucked like an angel."

Simon gave a broad smirk, "Had this all worked out, didn't you; been
planning to bring in more."

"Indeed I have," Edward agreed, "Lots more eventually; but I didn't want
you three to think you weren't good enough, that you needed to be
replaced."

"Very fuckin' fortfull," Brian snorted, "We bin gaggin' for more cock fer
weeks, an' yer've bin bovered abaht our fuckin' feelin's!

"I was planning on getting them one at a time," Edward said, "But I get the
feeling you want them all at once."

"Too fuckin' right!" Brian did not want to wait his turn for a go at fresh
cock.

"Might not be easy, easy for the boys, that is, suddenly finding themselves
here."

"Fuck that!" Brian was not going to be put off, "Don't matter wot they
finks, do it; still gonna get fucked an' stuff, in't they!"

"Could you make them arrive in the pool?" Simon asked, an idea forming in
his mind, and when Edward nodded in agreement, he went on; "Be a few
minutes before they realise they are naked, and then they'll see us
watching them and see we are naked as well. If we all got drinks and fags
and tell them they can have them as well, it'll be fun to watch them
deciding if they want fags and booze or want to keep their bits covered."

"Bribe them out of the water?" Edward mused, "That might work."

"An' wen they're out, we gets at their cocks." Brian, basic as always, went
straight to the heart, or cock, of the matter.

"Be even better if we're all in the pool when they arrive," Roy suggested,
"An' we swims about a bit and then Simon goes an' sits on the edge an' I
suck `im off. No way they ain't gonna watch that, an' it'll get `em warmed
up, won't it."

"Wot abaht me?" Brian didn't want to be left out of any action.

"I'll be in the fuckroom when they arrive," Edward suggested, "And when
your sucking is well under way, I'll come out with a tray of drinks. You,"
he nodded towards Brian, "Get out of the pool and come for a drink and
fag. Make sure you got a hard on and that the lads in the pool get a look
at it."

"Yeh," Brian was happy now he was part of the show.

"One thing," Simon said softly, his face serious, "I'll suck Roy."

There was a stunned silence, shock evident on the faces of the other two
boys; Simon did not suck cock.

"You don't gobble," Roy eventually stated the obvious.

"Do now," Simon grinned broadly, "Finally got round to doin' Ed last night;
found I liked it."

"Yeh!" Brian yelled, "Magic! You take it?"

"No," Simon grinned, "Ed wouldn't let me. Said I should swallow one of you
first, wouldn't be so strong a taste."

"That's true," Roy agreed; he knew the difference in flavour between man
spunk and boy spunk.

"Wot you do wiv `is spunk then?" Brian knew the rules, no waste of
orgasmically produced protein.

"Pumped it up me arse, you daft cunt," Simon giggled, producing general
laughter.

Roy helped himself to another fag, smoking helped his thought processes.

"Are some changes, then," he thought out loud, referring back to the start
of the boys' discussion about the need for new flesh; "You ain't got no
more pubes, an' none of us `as got any bigger, an' now Simon's suckin'. You
makin' us do that, Ed?"

"No," Edward denied the suggestion, "Brought you here just as I knew you,
like you were when I had you; but, remember, Simon didn't fuck me till he
was sixteen and that hasn't stopped the thirteen year old version from
shagging away like crazy."

The boys sniggered and giggled – they were thirteen, and thirteen year
old boys snigger and giggle about sex quite a lot.

"So why you start suckin'?" Roy asked when the giggling had subsided.

"Dunno," Simon shrugged; "You an' Ed like doin' it, I spose; been thinkin'
an' wonderin' about it for a bit."

"Nah," Brian disagreed, "Not me. Never wanted to do nuffin wiv the men wot
done me, an' still don' wanna do nuffin'.

"Think about it, lads," Edward tried to rationalise it for them, "All we
really do here is have fun; you might not have wanted to do stuff before,
but seeing others obviously enjoying it.....only natural you might want to
give it a try."

"Don't wanna give the stuff he likes a try," Simon grinned, gesturing
towards Brian.

"No," Edward agreed, "That is a specialised taste, but each to their own."

"Yer loves doin' it to me, though," Brian defended himself, "Gets yer up
right fuckin' hard."

By mutual, silent agreement, Simon, Edward and Roy did not pursue the
subject; it was true that thrashing Brian's arse did give an extra solidity
to their erections, but it was not something they wanted to admit. That
they all found Brian's howls and sobs an extra incentive to fuck him hard
was something they were all, individually, still a bit ashamed of.

"Anyway," Brian returned them to the main subject under consideration,
"When's yer gonna get `em for us?"

"How about this evening?" Edward suggested, "Then you can get them off to
your beds fairly quickly, so that they can find out what is what."

"Diffrent beds?" Brian asked.

" I think so, might be a bit much for them if the first time was a mass
fuck in."

"Get `em a bit pissed first, though," Roy offered, "Much easier for a boy
to give if he's a bit pissed first."

"Speaking from experience, Roy?" Edward grinned.

"Like you wouldn't fuckin' know," Roy grinned back, "Didn't think I'd even
get a hard on, let alone spunk for yer," Roy grinned back. "Fuckin' glad I
did though," he added.

"Me too," Edward agreed, "Weren't pissed the next time though."

"Didn't need to be; knew what was comin'," Roy responded, and then, with a
huge, face splitting grin, added, "Couldn't wait to get started."

"So," Edward finalised the plan, "I bring them into the pool; Simon sucks
off Roy; I bring in drinks and Brian comes and sits on my cock; we get them
a bit pissed to relax them and then you pair off, take them to a bedroom
and fuck their brains out. Agreed?"

"I was first here, so I get first dibs," Brian declared, "Only fair."

"Agreed," Edward said, "But remember, the one with a foreskin is mine."

"They gonna freak out?" Simon wondered.

"Possibly, but one certainly and maybe two, will recognise me. The rest
will be up to alcohol, nicotine and naked boy flesh."

"That should do it," Simon agreed.

Outside it was dark, late October evening; in the Orangery it could have
been high summer. Daylight lamps flooded the scene with light and all-round
heating ensured the temperature was more than adequate for nakedness to be
comfortable.

In the pool, seven boys were splashing and swimming; an observer would have
noticed that the visible portions of three of the boys were darker, more
tanned, than the other four – Simon, Roy and Brian had spent most of the
summer outside and naked, a luxury not available to the other four.

The observer, and Edward was, of course, observing from the darkness of the
fuckroom, noticed also that the four, paler skinned boys were beginning to
seem uncertain about their surroundings, whilst the other three frolicked
without inhibition.

Gradually, and individually, the four new boys began to wonder about their
surroundings and about their presence in those surroundings. Swimming and
splashing slowed as the boys began to look around, trying to recognise
where they were, and, as their movements slowed and stopped, wondering why
they were in a pool, swimming naked.

"Time for action," Roy whispered to Simon, before swimming across to one
side of the pool and heaving himself up to sit on the edge, legs slightly
spread so his possessions were in full view of those in the pool.

Simon waded across to him, winked at the sitting boy, and without any other
pre-amble, went straight down on him.

"Fuck, yes," Roy sighed as his soft, wet cock disappeared into Simon's
mouth. He put his arms out behind him and leaned back to give Simon better
access and the boys in the pool a better view.

Boy cock in boy mouth does not remain soft for more than a few seconds, and
Simon was soon sucking Roy's fully upright four and a half inches.

Sucking cock is not something that can be done in a concealed manner, and
the activity at the side of the pool attracted the attention of the four
new boys within half a minute of it beginning.

"What the fuck?"

"Shit!"

"Fuck me!"

Three of the boys expressed their surprise audibly, the fourth saying
softly, "Lucky bastard!"

Slowly, and trying to move imperceptibly so as not to reveal to the other
occupants of the pool their interest in Simon's head moving steadily up and
down on Roy's prick, each of the four boys eased closer. As each realised
the boy nearest him was also homing in on the live porn show being offered
to them, he grinned at the other and increased his pace towards the side of
the pool. Soon the four were clustered around the action, avidly watching
Roy's evident pleasure and Simon's dedicated sucking.

Brian swam across, heaved himself out of the pool and stood behind Roy, his
own erection pointing out towards the pool, and erection that did not go
unnoticed by the four watching boys. Whatever was now going through the
minds of those four boys, their eyes remained glued on the action, with
occasional glances at Brian's hard prick.

"You gettin' close?" Brian asked the heavily breathing Roy who managed to
grunt a `yeh' in response. Loudly, so as to be sure he was heard by Edward
as well as the boys in the pool, Brian said, "Bring `im off, Simon, an'
make sure yer swallers it all."

Following instructions, Simon began wanking Roy as he sucked him, speeding
up the arrival of Roy's orgasm, and the arrival of his first ever mouthful
as well. Despite his offer to do this sucking, he had been a bit worried
about getting a mouthful, wondering what he would do if he found it
disgusting, but the nearer Roy got to spunking, the more Simon was finding
he wanted it, his heart thudding hard by the time Roy's cock spurted in his
mouth.

He took it all, swallowed some and opened his mouth to show Roy and Brian
that he had, at last, done it, and then swallowed the rest, knowing he'd be
doing that again and again and wondering why the fuck he hadn't done it
before.

"Nice one, Simon," Brian called, Edward's cue to make his entry with a tray
of glasses.

"Drinks and fags, lads," Edward called out as he made his entry from the
darkened fuckroom and made his way over to the well-stocked bar at the near
end of the pool, wishing the plan would have enabled him a few moments to
savour the looks on the faces of the four boys still in the pool. A mixture
of incredulity and amazement at the activity they had just witnessed and at
the unconcerned exhibition of erect nakedness by Brian, and now at the
appearance of a naked man announcing drinks and fags – they were,
indeed, a picture of pure shock.

"I fuckin' know `im!" a ginger haired lad said, the words coming out from
his mouth without thought as to what any hearers might think. In any other
circumstances it might have been a most injudicious remark, as it was only
one boy looked at him with curiosity.

Glasses placed on the bar counter, Edward turned back to the pool.

"Colin," he called, "Scotch for you I think?"

"You do fuckin' know `im," the curious boy whispered.

"Yeh," Colin blushed, and his blush meant that he did not need to explain
the how and the why.

"Looks a bit familiar to me an' all," the boy whispered again, "But can't
be. He was a lot younger than `im."

Ginger haired Colin eyed the tallish, slender lad beside him; eyes met and,
at the same instant a knowing grin lit up the faces of both boys.

"Yeh," Colin grunted, answering the other boy's unspoken question.

"An' me," the slender lad admitted in a whisper.

"Yeh, Ed, scotch for me," Colin called out, destroying any remaining cover
he might have with the other two boys.

The slender boy raised his eyebrows, leaned in close to Colin and whispered
again, "It were a guy called Ed for me an' all."

A bond established, Colin extended an underwater hand and took hold of a
semi-erect uncircumcised prick. "Nice," he whispered, attempting to keep
this new friendship secret from the rest.

"Thanks," the slender lad grinned, "If we gets a chance....."

"Yeh," Colin agreed, and both boys grinned at each other.

"What about you lads?" Edward called towards the pool, "Myrfin, Dave,
Phil?"

Shock registered again on three faces, how did this man know their names?

"If you want drinks and fags you gotta get out of the pool." Edward sat on
a lounger, Brian immediately parking himself on the man's lap. "You do the
drinks Simon, will you?"

Simon, still savouring the aftertaste of Roy's spunk, made his way to the
bar, his cock, still half hard from the excitement of sucking Roy, swinging
enticingly; enticing, that is, for any who enjoy boys' cocks.

"Fuck it," Colin declared and climbed out of the pool, revealing his
nakedness and not caring. Slender Myrfin followed close behind, thought
about trying to conceal himself with his hand, decided it was just not
worth the effort, and walked, with studied carelessness towards the bar.

The other two, Phil and Dave, without the advantage of remembering the man
as one of the boys who had sampled them, recently for them, years ago for
him, were more hesitant, but both concluded that there was no future in
remaining in the pool, slowly climbed out as well.

Dave had never been the shy type, putting his cock on show had landed him
more than just the one man Edward knew about and quite a few boys Edward
knew absolutely nothing about, so, as everyone else seemed happy to show
off all they had, Dave joined in.

Phil was less of an exhibitionist, but since he was the last one left in
the pool, he decided he'd feel pretty stupid staying there, and, as he
obviously had to get out at sometime, now was as good a time as any. Like
Myrfin, he wondered about trying to cover himself up, but as the underwater
erection he had developed while avidly watching the live porn, had
subsided, he also decided any attempt at concealment was not worth the
effort.

Brian, his cock now upright and in Edward's hand, Roy and Simon visually
examined the four newcomers with detailed interest. Any lingering
inhibitions they may have once harboured about the enjoyment of teenage
male flesh had long since been sucked and fucked away, and they eyed up the
four boys brought in specifically for their enjoyment with more than casual
interest.

Dave, Phil, Colin and Myrfin were less obvious about their observation of
Edward fondling and manipulating Brian's genitals, but however much they
may have felt they should not be looking, the sight of a man's hand playing
with a boy's cock and balls is not a sight that a teenage boy can ignore,
even more so when he is well aware of what it is like to have his cock and
balls played with by a man.

Four sets of eyes glanced, looked away and glanced again, until eventually,
four sets of eyes were glued on what had now become a very slow
masturbation.

"You probably have loads of questions about how you got here," Edward said
whilst continuing to slowly ease the soft skin of Brian's cock up and down,
"But save those till later. Whoever you are sleeping with tonight will try
to give you some answers. As to why you are here; that should be fairly
obvious by now."

Four boys blushed a little, and the slow rise of four teenage cocks,
occasioned by the sight of Brian's prick in Edward's hand, became a little
faster as the understanding that sex for them was on the agenda, dawned.

"For now," Edward suggested, "Drag up something to sit on and settle down
to getting pissed; not droopy, puking pissed, but comfortable and horny
pissed."

An hour or so of amiable chat – mostly concerned with the various things
boys could do with their hands, mouths, cocks and arses – along with a
reasonable consumption of alcohol, although Colin did have to be slowed
down as his eagerness to down glass after glass of neat scotch raised the
spectre of him being unable to perform later, produced the general mood
amongst the boys that it was time for bed, and eventual sleep.

Brian, exercising his right as first arrival, selected Colin. The ginger
haired lad was far from the most beautiful of boys, but he did have a
delicious and totally smooth body, apart from a tidy ginger patch above his
cock, and Brian calculated that he was pissed enough to be talked into
giving the strap a few good swings. Roy hesitated between the taller,
lither Phil and shorter, more solid Dave, decided that Phil's cock was
bigger and left Simon with the fairly new to spunking Dave. The boys had,
of course, respected Edward's earlier selection of delicious, slender,
uncut Myrfin.

"Final thing, lads," Edward said as the boys began to move, about to head
off to separate bedrooms, "Absolutely firm rule; no spunk is to be
wasted. In the mouth and swallowed, or up the arse. Absolutely no
alternatives!"

Since all but Myrfin were accustomed to sperm in both places, although that
fact was unknown to Edward, who had not spunked in the mouth of any of the
three in the past, and not fucked them either, the order caused little
concern. Myrfin had been fucked by Edward, but he had shown little desire
to suck.

Edward briefly wondered about thinking up cameras in each of the rooms,
with an extra large screen down in the fuckroom, so he could watch the new
arrivals first fuckings, but he decided against it. This was not on any
spurious grounds of morality or of respect for the boys' privacy, but
simply because he wished to concentrate solely on Myrfin's flesh. The long,
slender boy, with his mass of curly, dark hair and his almost five inches
of tightly foreskinned cock was, as Edward knew from years back, a
passionate and satisfying bed companion; he was also a boy Edward longed to
introduce to some new experiences, and he wanted no distractions.

All the boys, except Brian who was still sulking in bed, were down
attacking breakfast when Colin found them. There was a generally cheerful
atmosphere, the sort of atmosphere one might expect from five boys who had
just risen from a night of uninhibited sex.

"You lot had fun, then," Colin forced himself to grin as he sat opposite
Roy, who was working his way through an enormous plateful of eggs, bacon
and about six sausages.

"Fuckin' right," Roy mumbled between chews and swallows, "Phil spunks
loads!"

"An' you're a fuckin' greedy cunt," Phil retorted, "Couldn't get me cock
outa his mouf all night!"

"Didn't `ear no complaints," Roy riposted.

"Couldn't talk, could I. Me mouf was fulla cock!"

Snorts of laughter came from all round the long table.

"Wot abaht you, Myrfin? How'd you get on?"

Long, smooth, slender and very satisfied Myrfin, grinned. "You wouldn't
believe it," he said.

Given the right opportunity, adolescent boys love talking about sex, and no
more right opportunity could be imagined. All naked, all having spent the
night doing all they wanted to do with another boy; finding out what each
other had been up to was an urgent need.

"Go on, tell!" The demand came from all round the table.

"Well, " slightly embarrassed because things had happened that Myrfin had
never knew could happen, the boy took a deep breath and told. "Usual stuff,
I spose; then he started kissin' me arse. Really, I mean, kissin' me hole
an' lickin' it an' then even shovin' his tongue up it."

"Shit, fuck, wow," came from around the table before Simon asked if it had
been good.

"Fuckin' incredible," Myrfin whispered, recalling the experience, "Never
had nuffin like it; got me so goin' I was beggin' `im ter stop an' get `is
cock in me!"

None of the new boys, although all had been with men, had been fortunate
enough to have their arses eaten out, and all were now wondering when they
might be able to experience it.

"An' you, Colin?" Simon asked the one silent boy amongst them.

"Fuckin' nuffin!" Colin snorted, "Absolutely fuckin' nuffin'!"

"Brian don't normally have no problems wiv givin'," Roy said, puzzled.

"Wanted me to fuckin' thrash is arse wiv a leather strap, din't he," Colin
explained. "Said I ain't into that sorta stuff, an' if he wanted me ter do
that, he'd have ter suck me inter the mood. Fuckin' wouldn't, would he, so
I went ter fuckin' sleep."

A shocked silence, broken by Dave asking if Colin had wanked instead.

"Nah," Colin confessed, "Said we ain't sposed to, can't waste spunk or
nuffin, so din't, case he found out."

Roy winked at Simon, who was sitting beside the suffering Colin, and
quietly slid under the table. Colin was so engrossed in his tale of woe
that he noticed nothing until his soft, circumcised cock was engulfed by
Roy's under the table mouth., and boy hand was stroking his silken thigh.

"Whaaaaaaaa.................?" Emerged from him as his all night deprived
prick rose rapidly inside Roy's mouth.

In a rush, the boys left their seats and crowded round to watch the
sucking, Phil having lifted up the table cloth to reveal to all what was
happening.

"Said he couldn't leave it alone, din't I," Phil remarked when he first
revealed Roy's head and Colin's middle.

Colin was at least two, probably three, orgasms short of his normal twenty
four hour quota, and there was no way his balls could retain the way above
average content they now held. A few minutes of Roy's lips and tongue and
Colin erupted with a muffled grunt, forcing Roy to gulp the produce down as
fast as he could in order to avoid drowning.

"Fuckin' lush," Roy said as he came off Colin's now more satisfied prick,
but, even despite his best efforts, there were still evident traces of
spunk at the corners of his mouth. He poked his still boy slime covered
tongue out in an attempt to lick them all up. "You got fuckin' amazin'
legs," he told Colin.

"Yeh, hope they stay smooth; can't bear hairy legs."

"Second of these I've sucked," Roy announced to everyone, finger lifting
Colin's no longer hard, circumcised prick, "Still waitin' ter get fucked by
one!" Phil, Roy's partner, had wanted to spend their time sixty-nining,
which was his favourite activity, and while Roy's arse had stayed empty all
night, his balls had been completely drained.

"Whenever you're ready," Dave grinned widely.

"Soon as yer got it hard!" Roy grinned back, and the boys stayed grouped
round, hoping now to witness a breakfast table fuck.

Dave, though nearly sixteen being a late developer, had no problems
producing an erection, especially when Myrfin gave him a thoughtful,
helping hand, and with the help of a liberal portion of breakfast table
butter, slipped his fairly small cock easily inside Roy's hole.

The boys had cleared a space on the table so Roy could lie across it, his
toes just touching the floor, allowing Dave to stand while he fucked. They
stayed close, giving cheers and calls of encouragement to both fucker and
fuckee, and Dave was well into his rhythm, giving Roy's insides their first
sample of circumcised cock, when Edward entered.

"Getting on ok, then," he grinned as he took in the scene, Dave now working
hard to engender an orgasm, his last having been less than an hour
previous.

Being able to fuck a boy across a table, still containing their breakfasts,
watched by an admiring group that included the man who had, somehow,
brought them here, did it for Dave. He grunted, thrust in deep and gave up
to Roy's bowels everything his balls could muster.

"Fuckin' nice one," Roy declared when Dave had withdrawn and Roy had
managed to get up from the table; "Could use some more munchies now!"

The problem of Brian needed a solution, and Edward called a boy meeting,
leaving Brian out of it – he was still sulking in a bedroom. None of the
other boys were at all keen on giving Brian what he craved; as Phil said,
they all liked cock, but pain was just not their thing. It had been a bit
of fun the first few times, but had become embarrassing for them, and Brian
had got more and more demanding, wanting pain for the sake of pain. He'd
even asked them to whip him till they made him spunk and that turned
everyone off. The general consensus was that he should be sent back.

"I don't think it's quite that simple," Edward told them. "If I can send
him back, and I'm not even sure I can, I think he'd have to go back to
where I brought him from."

"Yeh, so?" Dave wanted to know.

"I got him from my bed when I was nineteen," Edward grinned, "Bollock
naked, naturally."

"Why can't yer put `im back there, then?"

"Because, unlike you, I can't be in two different places."

"Put `im in `is own bed, then," Phil suggested.

"Can't; never seen it," Edward shook his head, but a possible solution was
forming in his mind. There was one boy, a sixteen with a big, thick, prick,
who had been good sex for a while, but who was also an unpredictable bully
with definite sadistic inclinations. Brian would probably get the skin
caned from his body while his nipples were clamped and his balls in a vice
if Edward could manage to send him there.

"Yeh," the boys enthused, "He'll love it."

"I know what his bedroom looks like," Edward mused, causing muffled giggles
and sniggers from the boys, "So no problem in imagining them in bed
together, Steven's thick cock buried in Brian's arse; love to know what
happens when Steven's parents find them, though."

Hoots of laughter greeted this, Edward concentrated hard, and, moments
later, the problem of Brian was solved – he was no longer sulking in a
bedroom, he was in a different bed in a different time with a seven inch,
thick cock ramming his brains out.

"Praps they won't get caught," Roy said.

"One," Edward pointed out, "He's got no clothes, has he; so no way he can
be smuggled out; Two, he's twenty or so years ahead of his own time; and
three, you and Simon know how much noise he makes when he's got cock in his
arse, and the one that's up there now is considerably bigger than mine!"

Silence, then more hoots of laughter as the boys agreed they'd all love to
see what happened when parents, disturbed by the noise, found their sixteen
year old son, buried balls deep up the arse of a thirteen year old boy.



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