Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2008 21:19:35 +0000
From: G Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: ADDLESTONE BOYS - 20

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ADDLESTONE BOYS



20 - Road Testing the New Recruit



by



G. Cutter


Hi, there. Mark again and I'm going to tell you more about Ian and how we
took him onboard as a fully fledged member of our little Addlestone Boy's
Club which hadn't yet registered as a member of the Association of British
Boys Clubs... but you'd worked that one out.

Saturday dawned fine and dry with the promise of later heat once the sun
was up. Peter was taking Nathan and Jamie over the Common for the day and I
was meeting Ian in the big Tesco car park at noon. I'd chatted to the boys
and told them that I was 'progressing' Ian and more importantly about his
circumstances... Nothing to really interest us apart from being gay, having
the run of a big house and garden and of especial interest, having pots of
dosh. Perhaps, and this was only floating an idea, but if we provided him
with amusement and some models he'd provide the shelter and privacy we
needed. One other thing was that we had the two kids at Weybridge that I
had yet to meet and from what I'd heard they'd be more than happy to mix
in.

I had a nice long chat with the boys and as they'e all seen Ian in the
flesh if only briefly they went along with my plan and that was for me to
tackle him solo to see how interested he was and then to wheel Jamie around
in the first instance as some sort of a tester. I know it all sounds pretty
mechanical, scheming and downright dirty but they didn't see it that
way. Any port in a storm as Peter put it.

I was loitering at Tesco's main door when a red Fiesta rolled up and hooted
at me, well, the driver did and to my surprise it was Ian. And here's me
thinking he was a footslogger, I hadn't realised he had a car.

'Hi,' he greeted me as I slid into the passenger seat. 'I was fingers
crossed all the way that you hadn't changed your mind.'

'Why should I? You promised your body and a bed...'

'So bold,' he grinned and clasped my knee as we drove off. Well, that was
better he was a bit more relaxed than last time.

'How long have you had a car?'

'Around three months, I only use it weekends or if I'm visiting.'

'Ah,' I ventured a feel of his knee and he just grinned. Yeah, he was over
his first night nerves, let's hope he didn't go back to the coy and shy
stage.

'My people have left us a salad lunch and I got rid of them.'

'Right.' From what I'd gathered last time when he talked about 'my people'
he was referring to the couple who looked after the place in his parents
absence and looked after him as well to a certain extent. Mind you, a quick
meal or a lunch seemed good, I hadn't eaten since breakfast and that had
been a mere snack .

'So, we have the place to ourselves plus I told them not to come in Sunday
if you're free sorta thing.'

'Maybe,' I smiled. 'Perhaps I could bring the boys around if you're in the
mood for some photographs.'

'All of them,' he nearly hit a bus with that one but quickly recovered.

'There's only three.' I looked out of the window as we turned into his
avenue. This time he drove straight onto the drive and did a sharp turn at
the end directly into a garage I hadn't spotted the other night. He
carefully parked his little car alongside a huge Merc which took up most of
the space.

He shut the door on the garage making sure it was locked and took me into
the house. He did the same routine with the alarm and I guessed it was set
every time the place was empty. Leading through to the kitchen he produced
a chilled drink and then a plateload of salad from the fridge. We didn't
bother spreading it onto two plates but just dug in.

'I've got something to show you,' he told me half way through the
munchies. 'Down the end of the garden.'

'Not a little nooky den hidden in the trees,' I spoke through a mouthful of
lettuce.

'Not quite,' he began to tidy up as I indicated that I'd had enough and
then we walked out into the sun. I gave the place a good eyeball on the
tour and the first thing that struck me was that they had a nice pool, not
a big one but more than adequate for the size of house, a good one to party
around and even better most of the garden including the pool was sheltered
from the neighbours by the lie of the garage and a tall hedge. Perfectly
suited for skinny dipping and nude sunbathing, the only risk would be from
someone on the first floor of the house itself.

I also noticed a trampoline which would interest the boys and what looked
like a baby log cabin on the Wendy House style.

'Mine, when I was a kid,' he admitted with a blush and embarassed grin.

'Jamie and Nathe would like that.'

'What about Peter?' He flashed me a glance.

'Probably prefer to be on the bed between you and I,' I laughed.

'Gawd' he sighed and I saw the front of his shorts were perking a
little. It looked like Peter was on his wish list as well as Jamie. Behind
a wall of shrubbery there was a panelled fence with a bolted gate which he
opened up and ushered me through to the adjoining garden or the backing
garden to get it straight, logically this must belong to the first house on
the next road.

'We allowed in here?' I spoke nervously assuming he was giving me a spy on
his neighbour's garden for some reason.

'It's ours,' he laughed. 'It's my eighteenth birthday present, the guys are
in decorating at the moment... well, in the week that is.' We walked down
the garden which was a damn sight scruffier than his own and approached the
house which was much smaller than the original or the main house but as big
if not bigger than my own place. 'The two were a job lot and dad bought
both. He was going to rent this but decided to let me have it if I did well
in my finals. I did well and he kept his word.

'Can we have a look inside?'

'That's the idea,' he unlocked the backdoor and led the way. It was brill,
the ground floor seemed perfectly fine to me although they were decorating
the stairway and the first floor. Only three bedrooms although one seemed
to be dedicated already as a studio. This particular room was completely
bare put it that way and I saw excess sockets scattered around no doubt for
lighting and whatnot.

'Not bad for a birthday present,' I commented. What I wouldn't give for
some rich dad to be giving me my own house for a coming of age present.

'A good place to entertain your little friends,' he grinned.

'Right.' I gave him a crafty look, he must be a mind reader. This was the
place for dirty weekends and all we had to do was to find a bit of 'spare'
to pay our way. Be fair, the way Ian performed he was never going to swag
his own but he was about to get involved with our little Boy's Club. The
school holidays and long weekends were looking a whole lot better. OK, it
was early days yet and I was making a raftload of assumptions but thinking
big was always my way.

'Yeah,' he sighed. 'A lot of work to do but hopefully it'll be done by
Christmas.'

'Yeah,' I moved in closer. I wasn't going to go through the performance of
our first night so I grabbed him and pressed him against the wall. He froze
for a moment but then his arms went around me and his hands dropped to the
back of my shorts grasping my bum pulling us even tighter together. I could
feel his meat pressing against mine and he was clearly on his way, his
thing began to get harder as I pressed against him and rubbed up and
down. 'We going to try out this bedroom of yours?'

'Yeah, let's go,' he croaked. We quickly exited the place and carefully
locked everything before galloping up the garden back onto what I'd call
safer ground. I hadn't even seen the front of the house or really
determined how to get to it but that could wait. I had an itch which needed
satisfying and he was the kid to do that but this time he had to take his
turn in the barrel which is an old nautical expression believe it or not.

We went back in through the kitchen and quickly polished off the platter of
chicken and salad and then clutching Coke's headed for the upstairs. I was
hot and sweaty and from his looks so was he.

'Shower first?' I asked as we stood in the studio. He was still acting
slightly dithery and lost which I'd have to change, if he was going to have
any standing with the boys he'd have to be a bit more forceful without
getting dictatorial... a bit like me to be honest.

We stripped off and left our gear on the floor and of course as soon as we
were under the tepid water cooling down and freshening up we both rose to
the challenge. He was after one thing from the off, his hands were soaping
my bum and his fingers were delving into my crack but today was a day of
trade offs, he'd gotten his freebie or sampler the other night. It was time
for him to join the Club.

'God, this is the life,' he ran his hands up and down my back ending each
move with a good fondle of my buttock's he was in love with my bum the sad
sod. Then again I was in love with his so there you go, two sad sods.

'Turn around,' I whispered working his erection in my soapy hand. He seemed
to hestitate for a moment and then turned to face the shower's wall. My
hands were now on his shoulders and working their way down onto his slim
waist. It was time. I soaped and caressed his tight little boy bottom and
slid my fingers into his crack.

'Ooooh,' he warbled as I soaped a nice creamy mix into his cleft and
slipped a finger inside him. He did a little twitch but accepted me as if
it was a game. He sighed and in the end made some experimental clamps with
his strong anal muscle. Two fingers made him jump but I pressed my chest
against his back and slipped my cock up and down his smooth cheeks whilst
still plugging him with my fingers. He must had known what I was about to
do and he seemed to have accepted the fact, he was about to get done and he
knew it.

I couldn't read his mind but he must have known this was a milestone, no
way was he going to shag me forever without I got some payback and there
were the other three waiting in the wings. This was something he had to do
and he seemed resigned to it.

'Ready?' I slipped my fingers free and slowly ran my erection up his soapy
divide.

'We do it in bed after this?'

'Yeah, you get to give me a nice bit of loving,' I whispered as I guided my
straining hardon between his cheeks.

'Don't hurt me.'

'Just push out like you wanna fart.'

He was still giggling when I took him in a slow push. His pucker opened up
and I felt his anal muscle resist and then grip me as I my knob slid into
his gut. He didn't say anything so I started to shag straight away moving
in deeper at every thrust. 'OK, Ian.'

'I'll live,' he croaked and made a very slight push back but it was onto my
movements. I grinned and held his hips as I moved a little more forcefully
sinking deeper into his tight arse. 'Feels so weird,' he grunted and then
deliberately pushed back much harder onto my hardness. I wrapped my arms
around his wet body and bottomed out in one determined thrust feeling my
pubics mash against his springy buttocks.

'Yesss...' I remained glued into him and dug a little trying for deeper.

'I think you're there,' he said and I heard the quaver in his voice but it
was done, he wasn't resisting, he wasn't moaning and as I began to move
inside him he just gave little pants and sighs. He was fine and it would
get better from now on.

I reached around his slippery body and placing one hand flat on his well
muscled tummy wrapped the other around his mansized cock which was as hard
as a steel pipe. I grinned as I moved within him, anyone that hard was
having fun whether they denied it or not. Incidently there is a school of
thought (and I came across this snippet in a crime series) that everyone
gets hard when they have an anal intrusion. I choose to think that when you
get something up the arse and don't like it you go limp, if you get
something up you and you get hard you like it. I'm sure someone's going to
contradict me but don't bother, it's only a point of view and I chose to
feel that Ian was enjoying what I was doing to him.

'Ian... Ian,' I groaned as I felt my heat rise. He pushed back and pushed
back hard as I rammed in for the last time and felt my seed spurt up and
into his body. He flinched and accepted the second surge still pushing
against me. That was it, I was played out but only for the moment, I never
did get on with soapy fucks, loss of traction etc etc. I liked the two in a
bed scenario and we were going to get around to that.

'That's so wierd,' he laughed nervously as I stayed in him and held him
around his waist. 'Don't make me cum,' he warned.

My turn to laugh. I know what he wanted and slowly withdrawing from his
oozing bum I rinsed off and he helped. He was on top line now and his cock
was actually dribbling a long dripping stream of precum. 'Let's go to bed.'

'You go, I'll be there in a minute.'

'Right.' I went into his bedroom and lay on the bed with the damp towel
covering my middle. I knew what he was doing, he was probably a little
uncomfortable with being fucked for the first time and he was coming down
to earth aborting ,one of the less delightful aspects of being shagged.

'That was an experience,' he smiled wanly as he came into the room.

''You're a good fuck,' I said bluntly studying him for a reaction.

He just laughed and jumped onto the bed alongside me. 'Thanks for that,'
his lips touched the side of my face and then settled onto my lips. We were
off.

We rolled around basically playing around for a bit but he was on top line
and in the end I lay on my back and offered myself. I know he was a novice
and all that but I'd come prepared, I had a small pot of Cold Cream which
is cold and a cream hence the name. The main thing is that it is slippery,
it smells nice and it washes off very easily. I tried Jamie with Vaseline
once and what a mess that was. Ian freaked when we got to the stage of me
in the knees to chest stage and him kneeling in position. I smeared the
stuff on his steaming hardon until it was like a shiny and slippery spike
and then handed him the glop.

'Put some on me and a bit in me.'

'In you?' He looked baffled.

'Finger. Work it in and relax my back door,'

'Back door?' Jesus, he was starting to sound like a parrot, a parrot with
an exceptional dick I might add but I had to explain again. I gave him a
brief lecture regarding the fact that no one wants pain and he was a bit
bigger than most. When he got to shag Jamie, Peter and maybe little Nathan
he'd have to spend more time on them than he needed with me. I think he
nearly passed out as I mentioned the names but he certainly got harder and
harder. I must admit I was a bit worried myself, the last time we'd done
this it was in the shower and in the missionary position, this was a full
frontal and that's the one with maximum penetration depthwise.

'Slowly and gently, Ian,' I warned him as I guided his slippery and
dripping glans to my pucker. With the cream and his precum it should be
easy peasy. Yeah, right. Jeez, it hurt as he pushed against me and I felt
my ring stretch and just before I told him to stop he penetrated. My pucker
yielded under his pressure and I felt his spongey lump enter me and then my
ring relaxed around his shaft and he'd done it.

'Jesus Christ,' he sighed and looked down at me with his big, fat joint
lodged in my anus. 'You are so tight.'

'Not really,' I grinned flexing a little on his lump. 'You're a bloody
monster.'

'Jeez,' he grinned looking pleased with himself. With him in me and now
more comfortable I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to slowly
move to and fro. It was an experience, this was totally different from
taking him standing up. This time I felt filled and bloated as his dark
skinned cock moved in and out sinking deeper at each movement. At last he
settled on me and I clamped on his heat and thickness as he lay on me and
his lips came down onto mine again. 'Alright, Marky.'

'Fine,' I wriggled on his hot cock and savoured the feel of the bloody
great lump up me. 'Nice and easy.'

He started to move and after a bit got the idea, he put his hands either
side or my torso to support himself and then went for it. He was good and a
quick learner, he shagged me well and I felt every minute of it as he slid
in and out and then in the end gave a long shuddering groan ramming into me
and doing the mother of all cums. God knows where it all came from but he
sent jet after jet of his hot squirts inside me and I just lay there
flooded and totally squishy. I was usually the bossboy in this sort of
situation but I'd met my match with this one. He fucked well and was still
shagging although he was softening.

'That was so wicked,' he smiled down at me and slowly withdrew but not
before very sensibly ramming a towel at the point of exit. 'An absolute
uber fuck... you are so good.'

'Thanks,' I clamped my cheeks on his offering feeling the dampness and
stickiness between my thighs. He'd cum like a donkey and we still had the
rest of the day together.

I did my clearout and afterwards we lay on the bed just cuddling but we had
a good chat as well. I told him about Peter's little Club and how it
started and then how they got to doing sleepovers at Mick's and so on. I
could see his mind working overtime all the while as he took it in and
doubtless thought himself into Mick's position. Well, it made sense to me
and it must have crossed his mind, be fair, he had the house (or he would
have), he had the wherewithall to pick up where Mick had left off.

'We should make a point of introducing you to my parents and to Peter's as
well... we need a cover story as well.'

'What for?'

'Well, you're older than both Pete and myself for starters, people might
think it's a bit odd us all hanging out together.'

'We'll think of something,' he said confidently. I agreed although I had my
doubts, maybe just let it slide, Mick was twenty plus after all and Ian is
only seventeen.

We had a swim and a splash around in our underwear a bit later on and it
was nice. One thing I did notice being a bit of a nosey one was that as
this house's pool was shielded by the hedge and the lie of the house his
own place didn't have any problems on that front. His next door neighbour
had a bungalow and a wooden fence backed by a row of leylandii which took
care of them.

'I was thinking of getting one of those muckabout pools, you know, the big
plastic things for my new place.'

'Good for pictures, kids in wet speedos.'

'That's what I thought,' he laughed. 'Tell me something...'

'Go on.'

'When you said that you and Jamie do things, did you mean you actually do
sex together.'

'Yeah, I thought I'd said. He does me and I do him.' I could never
understand people's hangups about Jamie and I, I thought that all brothers
shagged each other. Perhaps not but Peter did and it seemed this pair over
at Weybridge did.

'You could do some for the camera,' he suggested shyly.

'For you, you mean,' I laughed. 'Of course you could join in, Jamie likes
bigger boys.'

'Don't...' he moaned.

'You'd love to,' I took a grab at his crotch and sure enough he was
perking. I looked up at the sky, it was so peaceful here, the boys would
love it. 'Feeling horny?'

'Always,' he giggled.

'Back to bed or poolside?'

'There's some suntan oil in that cupboard,' he jerked his head towards a
small fitting bolted to the wall just by the french windows. I ambled
across and collected a couple of fluffy towels and sure enough there was a
huge bottle of glop stashed in the storage alongside goggle, flippers and
some other junk.

I wandered back and draped a bathtowel over him as he lay there and he
struggled removing his still damp underwear. I eyeballed around the pool
and even walked over to the garage end, no way could the neighbours see
what was going on poolside. I don't know if this was by accident of design
but I felt a bit better as I returned. I knelt down and slowly peeled his
towel away exposing his naked body to the sun.

'Jeez, Marky,' he whined and tried to cover up.

'You're safe.' I uncapped the oil and squirting it from just under his jaw
to his dark pubics and he flopped back.

I rubbed the stuff into his chest and then down onto his belly and finally
took his hardness into my hand, once again I blessed the recovery power of
youth, he was hard enough to pop and his scrotum was tight upto the base of
his erection. He moaned as I went between his cheeks and lifted his legs
slightly allowing me better access. I took him there and then sheltered by
the patio and the super hedge. It was nice sex if slippery and when I
rolled off him and lay there just about tuckered out he spread me on my
belly and took me from the rear. Our sex together was getting more familiar
but better, he was bigger than I was used to but I was getting a taste for
it and for a recent virgin he was certainly beginning to like boy cock.

He took me back early evening and we bumped into the gang. They were a bit
shy around him but as soon as they sussed out how it was between us they
relaxed. We'd clearly been having sex and the kids knew, they weren't
dummies. It was also a good opportunity to introduce him to mum and dad
which was a must, hopefully they weren't as sexually aware on the boysex
front as the crew were. They seemed to like Ian all the same and were very
interested in his gap year and the routine for applying for the
Universities. Hopefully, I'd be in the same situation in eighteen months
time.

Naturally enough he shared our dinner which was a bit of a shambles as
Peter and Nathan also stopped over and after I trooped them upto my room we
got down to some serious conversation.

'Ian and I are fucking,' I announced once Jamie had checked the door was
secure and the parents were stuck in front of the televison.

'Well, we knew that,' Jamie giggled and the other two sat there
smirking. Ian, of course, had gone a dark red and tried to pretend he
wasn't there.

'You lovers or spreading it around?' Peter surprised us all by speaking
out... talk about blunter than blunt.

'You're all on Ian's shopping list,' I spoke really cranking up the
embarassment stakes.

'I don't mind,' Peter grinned brightly. Well, that was that and it didn't
really need any effort. Ian had lost if by now and was trying to hide under
the carpet. That's a little bit of exageration there, he wasn't really but
he wa still red faced and probably wondering what the hell he'd walked
into.

'Ian's into photograhy big time,' I told the assorted munchkins. 'Kosher
stuff like portraits, seascapes, landscapes and whatnots but... as a hobby
he like doing nude studies of boys.'

'Mmmm...' That was from all three of them.

'He did some of me, pretty hot.'

'Can we see them?' Jamie was in like a ferret down a hole.

'I don't mind, it's upto Ian,' I looked across at him sitting on the floor
opposite and he nodded.

Ian looked at me and I nodded. 'Tomorrow,' he said.

'Well, we better go,' Peter got to his feet and Nathan followed like an
obedient dog. 'We're going over to Weybridge tomorrow to see Bill and
Ben... can we tell them what's going on?'

'Yeah, carefully,' I smiled. 'Don't forget Jamie and I wanrt to meet these
guys.'

'Busy, busy,' Peter said mockingly. 'You scratch our back and we'll scratch
yours.'

'Dead right, rock on.' Nathan gave us a toothy grin backing his foster
brother up.

'Come around tomorrow night after dinner and we'll compare notes.'

'You got it,' Peter moved over quickly and whispered something in Ian's ear
and then both of them said their goodnights. Jamie did the courtesy bit
showing them out and I suspect they had a mini meeting downstairs but I was
curious.

'What did he say?' I asked Ian once we were alone.

'Nothing really,' he laughed softly.

'Come on, Ian. Don't hide things from me, we're supposed to be boyfriends.'

'He told me that Nathan fancies me.'

'Jeez,' I sat down with him. 'He's so tiny.'

'That's what I thought,' he admitted. 'I prefer the bigger boys,' he
fondled my crotch until he felt it thicken and begin to get hard.

'Get a room you two,' Jamie cackled as he came in the door. 'The deadly duo
are going to get us an invite to Weybridge for a swimming day on Monday.'

'Excellent,' I grinned. Things were beginning to move along. 'Torrow. Ian
would like to do some pictures of you but it's your decision.'

'No probs,' Jamie smirked.

'Maybe some nudes...'

'No probs again.'

'Some of the two of us snogging and maybe getting romantic.'

'No probs,' Jamie sighed. 'One condition though.'

'Yeah.'

'If we get romantic enough to get sexy like... all the way romantic...'

'Go on,' I said as Ian watched seemingly mesmerised.

'You do anything to me on camera I get to do the same to you. You fuck me,
I fuck you. I don't want you flashing pictures of me around without I have
pictures of you. You follow me, brother dear.'

'No probs.' This time it was me and Ian smiled seeming to be happy with the
result as well he may.

'One small fee...' Jamie grinned at Ian.

'Name it,' Ian glanced at me with a question in his eyes.

'Stand up, Ian.' Ian did as he was told and then Jamie pointed to the door
and positioned Ian with his back to it, Ian flashed me a despairing glance
but I knew Jamie was upto something. Jamie promptly and unzipped Ian's
strides and reached inside.

'Jamie,' Ian protested but I laughed to watch my kid brother sample Ian's
goodies. I couldn't read Jamie's mind, I never could. He may have been
making his own wierd statement but he dragged out Ian's hardening meat and
examinded it closely and then slowly wanked it until the dark red knob slid
free of it's foreskin. 'Jamie,' Ian moaned again but Jamie just laughed and
sank his mouth over the end of the rapidly hardening organ.

'Go for it,' I grinned and flopped onto my bed to watch the show. Jamie was
good I'll give him that. He sucked and slurped at Ian's meaty cock and
played with his scrotum until Ian gave up and grabbed my brother's head and
started to fuck his face for real. Jamie's cheeks bulged and spittle ran
from the side of his mouth down onto his jaw as his head moved to and fro.

Jamie, Jamie,' Ian moaned and I saw his belly muscles tense and then Jamie
began to swallow. He managed it all, Ian's full creamy load and I knew how
much that was. In the end he wiped slime from his lips and stuffed Ian's
softening penis back into his fly.

'We fuck tomorrow, big dick,' Jamie moved clear and made with a self
satisfied smile. 'Mark can do me first and then you. That's my price for
all the dirty pictures you want.'

'Seems very fair,' Ian smiled wanly and red faced once again. 'I'd better
make a move before you parents get the hump.'

'You know my price.' I added my twopennyworth .

'Yeah, I know,' he laughed as his blush faded.

'What time tomorrow?'

'Around ten... it's upto you really.'

'OK, ten,' I checked with Jamie and he nodded his head. After that we saw
Ian off at the door and it was bedtime.

Bugger me, no sooner had I got settled and was listening to some music on
my cans than I heard my door creak open. The rents had gone to bed so it
could only one person and it was. I 'twas the outline of Jamie in the gloom
and he slipped in with me managing to drop his sleeping pants all in one
movement. 'I got a taste for it,' he giggled softly and rested his head on
my chest. His hand wrapped around my penis and I heard a satisfied snuffle
as he found it near hard. A few seconds later it was how he liked it.

'He's big,' he mumbled from under the bedclothes.

'He's very gentle though,' I whispered.

Good,' he grunted and I felt his mouth on me and then his gentle suction
and lapping took over. He was bloody good and I never get tired of saying
it, he gently cupped my balls and his head bobbed up and down on my
hardness as he did his bit. He played around a bit nipping off my nuts
until I removed his hand and told him to get on with it. He was also trying
to get a finger in me but none of that tonight. We finished up on our sides
and right at the end he rolled over and shoved his sweet bottom back onto
me and I shafted him gently and then deep and hard for the last few
minutes.

'Jamie...' I sighed and pushed in deeply crushing him to me as I felt
myself pump my essence deep into his gut. He chuckled quietly and rammed
back hard on me but once he felt me begin to wilt he slid off me and fell
out of the bed grabbing his night clothing.

'Nighty-night,' he pecked me on the cheek and was off to his own bed. What
a boy... what a monster and I'd given him all his basic training, I'd given
birth to him. I was quite proud of myself.

We didn't get up too early, it was Sunday for our parents after all and
they liked a lie in. We did most of the basic preparation for breakfast
which pleased mum no end. I was waiting for something to be said and at
last it was.

'That Ian seems a nice enough boy,' my dad got the ball rolling.

'Very wealthy parents from what he says,' my mum came in on cue.

'Yeah, his mum and dad are in the South of France or somewhere expensive,'
I said a bit womdering what was coming next.

'I'm a bit surprised you managed to make friends with him bearing in mind
we've only been here a week or so.'

'One of those things,' I hedged. 'He's a friend of a friend of Peter's.'

'Well,' my dad pontificated. 'Don't make yourself nuiscances. I know he's
got a pool and a spare house of all things but don't outstay your welcome.'

'He will be going to University in due course,' my mother smiled ending the
subject. Well, that was the short version of the lecture. They hadn't
warned us off and not a mention of an older boy mixing with younger. More
some heavy hints not to bug the guy. If they knew where Ian's interests lay
the short discussion might have taken a different turn. We helped clean up
after breakfast and learnt that mum and dad would be visiting friends in
Guildford and wouldn't be back until late afternoon. The brief was be home
for dinner around eight or die (as my dad put it). Oh, yeah. The old
regulars - don't get into trouble and don't burn the house down.

We were on our way around Ian's just before ten and I decided to walk on to
the next turning and spy out the small house and the lie of the land. One
thing was immediately obvious and that was the side road was well shielded
from the gardens, the only people who may possibly peep would be upper deck
passengers and Addlestone didn't run to double deckers. The small house was
well clear of the next door neighbour who was indeed a bungalow
person... better and better. A quick stroll back with Jamie babbling all
the way and we were on the doorstep for just after ten.

'Hi Mark and James,' he greeted us and ushered us down to the kitchen where
we found the door and all the windows open, in fact, the whole house was
open as if he was having a good airing. He was and it was something he did
every weekend but we don't need to know his freaky views on fresh air. We
sat just outside the door and swigged our drinks in companionable silence.

'Can we use the pool after the pictures?' Jamie asked plucking at his
t-shirt which was clinging to his chest.

'Of course, I can do some speedo shots or wet willy shots.' Ian laughed.

'I can do some of you getting oiled up by Jamie,' I ventured.

'Even better,' Ian laughed.

'What's the score with these pictures,' Jamie broached the subject close to
all our hearts. 'What exactly do you want us to do?'

'Right,' Ian stretched himself out and pondered. He was a boy for pondering
but I think it was a bit of a cover for his shyness, maybe he just liked a
good ponder, it's a nice word to type anyway (try it... go on).  'I thought
of starting off as you are now and slowly undressing with snogs and
gropes. When naked get on the bed and carry on getting to know each other
with maybe some oral, finishing up in a sixty niner, after that see how it
goes. I would like full one on one penetration if you don't mind.'

We sat and looked at him and Jamie broke the silence by laughing. 'Just
like that?'

'Yeah, why not?' I broke in. 'That's what we're here for. I flashed Jamie a
look trying to let him know that we knew what Ian wanted and that the man
had just laid it all out for us.

'That sort of thing,' Ian added lamely. The thing was I think I knew Ian
and his difficulty in calling a spade a spade to be blunt. He, compared to
Jamie and myself and even Pete and Nathe had led a sheltered life, he was
new to all the treating sex like an everyday thing. To him it was all
something new and something strange, to us it was just routine.

'Let's romp,;' Jamie stood and I could see he was already aroused. Thank
God the kid bro was up for it otherwise it could have been a disaster. We
should be alright once the hormones kicked in. Ian's hands were shaking I
noticed. Poor dear, he probably thought he'd gone to heaven or sliding down
to hell but this was his moment. He'd got two models who were going to give
him a fun time and that was whether he wanted one or not.

'OK,' Ian grinned almost shyly like a little boy and led off with Jamie in
tow, I followed on.

'Nice arse,' Jamie comented as we climbed the stairs and Ian leading the
way laughed. I didn't say anything, it was just Jamie acting big but Ian
did have a nice one and no doubt Jamie would get to sample before the day
was out.

Once in the studio we gave Jamie time to wander around and do his oohing
and aahing and I think he was getting excited at the thought of the whole
thing. He slung himself of the bed and did a couple of laviscious poses
still clothed until I called him to order. 'When you're ready, Ian and
you'd better make it quick, Jamie's on heat.'

'Slut,' Jamie sneered at me but I knew Jamie and he wanted some action and
the good thing about him he wasn't fussy what direction it came from when
the lads were bigger.  If we'd have been Nathan or Darky types he'd be
trying to shag them by now.

In the end and after much buggereing about from Jamie we went into it. The
gradual undressing trying to be as sexy as hell with lots of stroking and
kissing, Ian jumping around like a loony clicking every five seconds and no
messing with a tripod this time. As I gradually got Jamie naked and splayed
out on the bed poor ol' Ian nearly had a cow. I could see in his own
baggies he'd sprouted and so could Jamie who I'd, quite naturally, told of
Ian's size. I knew Jamie wanted it, he wanted to sample Ian but that wasn't
on the cards, just yet.

I gave Jamie a good rimming or a good lap and lick out until his little
pucker was shiny and almost dribbing with sailva and Ian got it all in
glorious closeup. When I entered Jamie doggy and then did the twist and
turn so that he was in a full frontal Ian just gave up, he sat on the bed
and watched.

'Get it out,' Jamie ordered from his position with me slowly moving in his
gut. Ian assumed the instruction was for him and it was. He struggled for a
moment with his shorts until I told him to get them off and get naked and
he did so. He even seemed to like being told what to do and I suppose that
saved him thinking for himelf. He'd get his confidence and maybe more after
his first little taste of group sex.  'Hey, dishy,' Jamie giggled with me
still in him and as Ian stood naked in all his extended glory for a moment
before falling back onto the bed.

I gave Jamie a few more minutes without cuming and slowly withdrew.

'Fantastic,' Ian breathing heavily excalimed looking at Jamie's slowly
closing hole.

'Get onboard,' I looked at him. 'Jamie's alright with it.'

'Damn right. Come on Ian,' Jamie held his knees tightly down to his chest
totally exposing his well relaxed and slick pucker. 'Come to moma.'

I think Ian might have still been slightly embarassed but he was well and
truly hard now and Mr Stiffy was in charge. He could no more turn down
Jamie's prepared pucker than turn down his newly decorated rumpy pad down
the end of the garden. He knelt by Jamie and slowly positioned himself at
Jamie's entrance and pushed. I don't know who did the most moaning or
sighing, Jamie or Ian but they mated like a pair of kosher lovers, no
crash, bang, wallop here. Ian took his time and Jamie moaned as his pucker
was stretched by Ian's fat hardness. Jamie loved it, he did like the big
dicks and he held Ian tightly as my new friend began to move.

'Hold it,' I put my hand on Ian's back. The new man had one more surprise.

'What..?'

'Hold still,' Jamie smirked and held him tightly. 'This is a
BBMS... welcome.'

'What the hell's that?' Ian groaned with frustration as we both held him
tightly.

'The Blair Boys Meat Sandwich,' I smiled as I thrust right into his
quivering fanny with one long and slow thrust.

'Aaaaah...' Ian's face dropped to be met by Jamie's eager lips as I rammed
in deep and hard and he was shoved even deeper into Jamie's honey
pot. After that it was a sweaty and savage shag. I think Ian liked it, he
made far more noise than Jamie and that's a first.

We plugged away at each other and I felt Ian's arse cheeks clamp on me as
he clearly voided his juices into Jamie and then it was my turn to send my
thick streamers of cum into Ian's muscular bum. It was a hit and as we lay
there all sweaty and exhausted in a tangle of arms and legs Jamie struggled
free and rolling the laughing Ian onto his tummy sank into his bottom in a
series of Jamie jabs. They lay on their sides as Jamie got his revenge and
I lay face to face with Ian kissing and handling his spunk stained tool, I
still wanted my share but I might have to wait a bit longer.

Jamie fucked away with a big grin on his face and Ian lay there returning
my kisses and when Jamie came Ian closed his eyes and rested his head on my
shoulder. 'I never thought I'd say this,' he whispered in my ear.

'Go on,' I whispered back. 'I won't tell anyone.'

'I enjoyed that both ways.'

'Yee hah.' Jamie had to spoil the moment but even Ian laughed. He may have
been a bit of a dreamer before but he was well and truly one of us now. A
full member of the ABC, it would soon be time to waltz Peter and Nathan up
here.

After we'd had a cleanup we went outside and lazed around the pool. Jamie
was the only one swimming and he had to go nudey. I just lay soaking up the
sum and with Ian tending me with the occasional swipe of sun oil.

'Jamie and Nathan would make a nice pair for your camera,' I said rolling
over and offering my back for his busy hands.

'They would,' he agreed. 'What's that Peter like?'

'Sexwise?'

'Yeah,' he giggled and I felt his hand drop onto the small of my back and
then a stray finger slipped into my crack, I opened my legs a little.

'Peter's nice, similar to Jamie I suppose,. They're about the same age and
built the same down below. Peter and Nathan are uncircumcised by the way to
get all official about it.'

'I like Peter, I liked him when he was knocking about with the other mob,
Jake and Zander. I couldn't get in though.'

'You hadn't got the bottle to chat him up, you mean.'

'I suppose,' he admitted and I felt the trickle of oil onto my
tailbone. 'You alright with this,' he whispered and I felt his fingers slip
between my cheeks and probe. The next thing was the smear on the pucker and
the fingers opening me up. 'I'm as had as a chocolate frog,' he giggled and
pushed his finger in deep. I flinched as I felt his finger inside me and
then relaxed. It seemed Ian had found his feet at last and we had all
afternoon after all.


			    The Soap continues.


Maybe another one with young Darky next.

The story will chop between Banstead and Addlestone but come together when
Darky comes back for his holidays.

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