Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2007 09:00:06 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: ADDLESTONE BOYS - 4

ADDLESTONE BOYS - 4 continues from ADDLESTONE BOYS - 3

last published in your HIGH SCHOOL Section on 11 Jan 07

Cheers

Mick

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff or allow minors access but you knew
that anyway.

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL.

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ADDLESTONE BOYS



4 - Young Love Prevails



by



G. Cutter


Jake

I awoke in the morning and the bed was empty, after surfacing and gathering
my senses I could hear Mick down the hall and from the noise he was in the
kitchen. Sure enough a few moments later he wandered back into the bedroom
with two steaming mugs in his hand, it looked like Saturday was underway.

'Morning, Dog Breath,' he carolled like a manic early morning lark. You
know, greeting the dawn and all that old cobblers.

'Morning,' I grunted, I'm not much of an early morning person. I was rather
hoping that he'd clamber in and we could do it, I had the urge. Mind you, I
always woke up with the urge and that was to exercise the front bit not the
back end if you follow. He sat on the edge of the bed and handed me a mug,
he then dropped his gown and clambered into bed alongside me naked with his
big dick drooping.

'Gawd, you want a pee,' he laughed as he sighted my early morning stiffy
sticking up on my belly.

'A bit more than that,' I grumbled.

'Pee first,' he insisted. I laughed and slipped from the bed, he had said
'first' after all, I wasn't a complete dummy and one thing I was learning
about him was that he tended to be precise in his speech. Even if he
wasn't, I was still going for it. I got back to bed and slipped in and
hurriedly gulped my tea and snuggled up, he gave me one of his fatherly
smiles, he must practice in a mirror. 'What are you after, pervo?'

'Guess,' I grasped his semi hardness and squeezed it to life, he ignored me
and drunk his tea and then leaned over the edge of the bed to place it onto
the table in the process exposing his warm rear end to my touch. Needless
to say I was on him like a leech with my hot hardness slipping right up
tight between his muscular cheeks.

'How did I know you were going to do that,' he whispered sliding below the
bedding and taking me with him. Once back in the warmth of the coverings I
slowly dry humped into his hot crack.

'What time we getting up,' I nibbled the back of his neck.

'Once you've dealt with my itch... and yours,' he murmured sleepily.

'Right,' I slipped my hand under the pillow and found the trusty KY in it's
normal parking space. I put some onto my swollen glans but just enough. We
were used to each other now and although I wouldn't want to go dry every
time it made for a bit more feeling just to use the minimum, just a
smidgeon, enough to penetrate a dry ring and that was enough. He moaned and
got comfortable as I snuggled up against him and worked my aching hardness
up into his split and centred. He'd had his little shag last night, the
little being me and now it was my turn, then we had guests to worry about
and I'm not quite sure what he intended on that front.

I hadn't got a clue what time it was but the traffic didn't sound too bad
and he didn't seem too concerned about leaping out of bed so I just forgot
about it for the moment and concentrated on the job in hand. One push and I
was into his beautiful warmth and his willing flesh. He gave a sigh of
satisfaction and pushed back onto me. For a Mr Butch he did tend to do a
good bottom when he tried. I took it nice and easy, there was no rush and I
just ploughed in and out savouring the tightness and the casual
acceptance. We were used to each other by now, we both enjoyed each other
and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered how long it would last but
there was six weeks of school holidays yet to go so we had time to settle
down, split up, or come what may. For the time being be content, I tended
to worry too much, I concentrated on the sex after all that's what it was
all about.

It was nice and steady, he reached back and kept his hand on my hip, when
he pushed I slowed down and when he pulled me in I went faster... organised
or what? Until then I just though a fuck was a matter of getting your end
away but I was really beginning to enjoy it, I didn't want it to end and he
was happy enough laying there just absorbing my lazy rumping. Towards the
end it got a bit frantic as it always does and I started to slap into his
tight old pensioner's arse (sorry about that, Mick). I came at the end of
it with him belly down clutching the pillow and me slapping away like an
old slapper in a manner of speaking. The little death as always was
fantastic and I surprised myself at the volume of my outpourings (amount of
cum that is in English). 'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' I chanted as I splurted and
splattered my climax of boy spunk deep into his hungry hole. Wonderful. I
slipped free and flopped on my back all passion spent.

'Don't go to sleep, String Dick,' he muttered. God, he was a right charmer
at times.

'I wasn't going to,' I lay back expecting him to jump on me but he
didn't. He did stick his arm around me and cuddled me as I slowly worked at
his semi erection making it a full one.

'What time are we expecting Peter and the big guy, Andy?'

'I sorta fixed it for Peter coming around at midday and Andy at twelve
thirty...'

'Good,' he stretched in the bed. 'I've got to do a bit of shopping to do
this morning so you can have a tidy up. We've made them up their own little
nest so I don't want them in this bed unless they're with us...'

'Thinking ahead?' I butted in.

Exactly,' he grinned. 'So if we linger for a short chat and then let them
get on with it. Give them fair warning that we'll be back around five or
six and it's all down to them.'

'Well, they both know it's a fix so they only have to grab each other and
away they go.'

'I hope so,' he rolled towards me and slipped his hardness between my
legs. I knew what he wanted and made to go onto my back but he had other
ideas. He rolled onto his back taking me on top of him and gazed into my
eyes with a sly smile. 'Now kneel up as if I'm going to give you a
blow... which I'm not.'

'Spoilsport,' I grumbled but did as he said and then realised what his game
plan was. As I got myself comfortable I could feel his hardness glancing
against my buns, ten to one I was supposed to sit on it. Lazy sod he was,
he wanted me to do all the work but it felt like it could be fun.

He handed me the KY without saying any more and I uncapped it and reaching
behind me annointed his hot cock until it was super stiff and as slippery
as an eel. 'Go on,' he whispered and I did. This was a new one on me and I
didn't want to hurt myself, I didn't want to bend his dick either but my
pain was first and foremost in my mind. 'Nice and slow, Jakey.'

Damn right there. I elevated myself slightly and positioned his hot cock
directly under me. As he held my hips, I held his erection firmly in place
and supporting myself with one hand awkwardly lowered myself until I felt
his bulging glans at my pucker and then taking a deep breath took the
plunge. I nearly leapt up and off the bed as I felt the bloody thing spear
into me but he held me firm and safe in his hands as I gradually lowered
myself feeling his bulk fill me. At about the halfway mark and gaining
confidence I started to move up and down feeling it easily move within
me. I doubt his dick had shrunk, my pipework must have eased enough to take
him quite easily as we got to be more regular lovers.

'Yessss...' He gazed up at me as I sat on his belly lightly and felt his
hot meat fill me and even twitch inside me as he made a little move. 'Now
kiss me,' he ordered. With him slowly moving in me I bent right forward and
kissed long and hard as he began to fuck upwards into my well stretched
fanny. Thank God it didn't last too long as it wasn't the most comfortable
position in the world but he gradually moved me around, rotated me in fact
until I was facing away from him and he continued to plunder my bottom from
the back with me still squatting on his penetration. Of course, by then the
maneuvers were taking a back seat to the thrusting and the puffing and
panting as he rammed up into me hard and deep and I forced myself down onto
his fat cock.

For the grand finale he rolled taking me into the old belly down position
and he was on top, another move and my legs were parted and he was into a
regular shag by then I was beginning to feel fucked, really fucked. I was
loose and I think I lost it a bit as I began to shove back hard demanding
more and more as all good little concubines do. When he did cum it was a
nice one, I wriggled my arse on his jerking and pulsating cock taking his
hot fluids in until I felt them smear between my buttocks. The randy rat
had flooded me and not for the first time.

'Have I ever told you what great sex you are, Jakey?'

'Only three or four times,' I giggled as I felt his softening cock slip
free and his warm kisses on my neck. 'As good as Peter?'

'Better,' he rolled me over and looked at me. 'I like your mates but I love
you, my brown skinned little beauty.'

'Not so little and a bit less of the brown skinned, pal.'

'Sorry,' he grinned clearly unconcerned. 'Showertime, a bite to eat and
prepare for the main event.'

'Peter and Andy?'

'The Volvo's maiden trip,' he laughed. 'You've done the spadework, I've
provided an inflatable mattress... they can work the rest out themselves.'

'True.' I laughed. 'Gimme five minutes,' I slipped from the bed and rushed
off to the loo, bloody gravity, all that what goes up must come down
bollocks. Got to be a pain in the arse sometimes but it was worth it
especially with someone you really liked, avoiding the other L word there
you'll note.

We had breakfast and made up some sort of a bed for them in the box room,
we also managed to squeeze a small sidelamp and a litttle fan in there but
it finished up a bit like a tent in the desert, everything on the
floor. Still, it was better than nothing and I thought it was quite cosy,
all they had to do was close the door and they had their own little rumpus
room, maybe a rumpy pumpy room was the proper term. My mind still boggled
at the idea of Andy's big cock penetrating the tiny Peter but I'm sure
they'd work something out. I wanted to watch but that's me being a perv and
hopefully that would come later.

We were all set up by around eleven and we went down for Mick to show me
around the new car, or the new old car and I was quite impressed. It was so
clean and had all the bells and whistles, a nice radio being the main
thing, I did like my music. When we were buggering around Peter rolled up
and did the mandatory oohs and aahs, he looked really dishy and he was
stripped for action. An old t-shirt, short shorts and trainers with no
socks, he'd be naked in a flash if I knew Peter. I just hoped and prayed
that Andy didn't bottle out and let us down.

'I'm feeling dead nervous about today,' he whispered whilst Mick
ineffectually poked around under the bonnet pretending he knew what he was
doing.

'You'll be alright,' I reassured him. 'Once we're out of the way just go
with it, he likes you a lot and more importantly he wants you. You feel the
same... you want his big cock so there you go.'

'Bastard,' Peter squealed. 'It's not just down to sex,' he lowered his
voice.

'Young love... ain't it grand,' Mick smiled. 'Let's go up and we can show
Peter his little nest and where the tea, coffee and whatnot is. You're
hosting your pal Pete so you have to look after his creature comforts.'

'I'll do that alright,' Peter giggled and we wandered off back to the flat
to await the guest of honour. I knew how Pete felt, he was probably a bag
of nerves but I knew he'd be alright. Andy very nearly had a love job going
with the brat and once they'd consumated their little affair I'm sure
they'd be like a pair of lovebirds. We'd probably have to chuck cold water
over them to split them.

'Leith Hill,' Micky said as we mounted the neverending stairs.

'Yeah?'

'That's where we'll have a spin. I used to cycle there when I was a kid,'
Mick explained patiently. 'Loads of National Trust land, stack of ponds and
things.'

'Sounds nice.'

'It is.' We took Peter in and settled him in, of course we showed him the
room whih Mick had rather camply christened the Bridal Suite. Bloody good
job he hadn't put a notice on the door that really would have put wind up
the guests.

'You're in charge, Peter. Use the place as your own the only thing you
mustn't do is get pregnant,' Mick laughed.

'I don't believe this,' Peter moaned. 'It's so embarassing.'

'Relax,' I stroked his fine blonde hair. 'Just stay cool and let things
happen. We won't be back much before six,' I looked at Mick and he nodded
confirmation. 'We can eat then and talk about it or maybe we won't, we'll
understand.'

'The moment is nigh,' Mick looked up as we heard the sound of someone
climbing the stairs. Penny to a pound it was Andy after his little bride. I
got to stop this taking the piss, it was serious business but it was
turning into a farce, the sooner we were out of it and let them do their
thing the better for all concerned. I answered the door and it was Andy and
he looked just as uncomfortable and awkward as Peter was acting... a fine
pair.

To be very brief, we lingered around five minutes which was just about time
to make sure they were seated and talking and fled. They were on their own.

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Andy

I suppose this was romantic adventure time I thought as I walked by the big
Police Headquarters, it was either that or Fantasy Island (remember that
one). I'd had a casual friend visit me yesterday and I say casual as he
wasn't one of the others, you know, a close friend. He was one of my pals
from the our little Swimming Club and the guy was called Jake. Of course,
you know this already but this time you're getting it from my point of view
so bear with me or not... your choice.

Just to recap Jake had come around my place acting rather strange in a very
peculiar manner. Hows about that for a bit of old Victorian melodrama scene
setting but no ghosts or spookies I promise. Anyway, Jake came around and
we'd had a chat about the Club, friends and other things and he started
dropping very heavy hints, gay hints at that. I played along as I reckoned
that he was trying to work his way into my trousers and I didn't really
care, he was nice, in fact, he was a dish and if he wanted a romp in the
hay I was the boy for him. I suppose I was what you'd call AC/DC, I'd had
fumbles with boys as well as girls but nothing serious on either front and
I kept myself to myself, I didn't advertise either aspect and most
certainly not the boys. At this stage I've got to say that in my limited
experiences I preferred the boys, far less clingy if you know what I mean.

The one problem I had with both sexes when it came down to it was my organ
and I don't mean the one that gets played in the church on Sunday, I mean
the one between my legs... that's right, my penis. It was too big which may
seem a silly thing to say. I was big or tall, taller than my age group put
it that way, so big boy, big organ seemed about right. I was the beanpole
of our group of swimmers and I was certainly the best rigged but the
trouble was the others would see it in the showers and far from falling all
over me they'd run a mile this is speaking in the mind you understand. You
could see the 'fuck that thing' look in their eyes which was a bit
disconcerting and a bit of a bummer to get totally confusing.

Anyway, back to my little story. Jake came around and very obviously
chatted me up. I was delighted, he was nice, it was a sweaty day, I was
randy and here he was spreading himself around and the final bonus... mum
was at work and I had the place to myself.

Then came the second shock, the aftershock I suppose, it was just like an
eathquake this little performance. He was chatting me up on behalf of
another kid. Talk about wheels inside wheels or maybe one of those
confusing plays they put on TV, the ones where you don't know what the hell
is going on, the BBC specialise in them. I was geting a bit bewildered
here, this Jake was chatting me up on behalf of this rather smaller and
younger kid called Peter but he was also acting the complete tart by
offering himself as well as a sort of sacrificial lamb.

In the end I just switched off the brainbox and invited him upto my room
and shagged him. He was wiling and able and he was good sex... end of
story. Now we move onto day two and I'm in hot pursuit of little Peter. I
or we had been offered the use of Jake's cousin's flat for the day and if
that smells fishy it gets worse. Jake's so called cousin had turned up at
our swimming meeting accompanying Jake and I recognised him. He was the
manager of one of the shops on the Parade. I think I was the only one who
found this curious, how come this guy who'd been working in this place for
quite some time suddenly becomes Jake's cousin and starts trailing him
around. I thought it was pretty obvious, they were an item.

Having said all that here I was climbing this mountain of a staircase to
this flat that could be barely glimpsed through the clouds. Just kidding
but it was a hell of a hike up there, something like being up in one of
those big London tower blocks without the lifts.

A nervous knock and believe me I was a bag of nerves, I was big enough to
look after myself and wasn't to fussed about a pair of my mates jumping on
me and abusing, in fact, it might have been fun but that wasn't on the
schedule. Jake opened up and invited me in. It was quite a nice flat, a bit
of a curious layout though, a long passage with a small bathroom and
kitchen to one side and then the room where little Peter and 'cousin' Mick
were seated, both came to their feet as I came in and Mick waffled
something but I only had eyes for my little Peter. He more of less took
shelter behind Jake and I think at that point he was probably beginning to
regret he'd ever started the whole thing going.

I'd had my doubts right up until I went in that room but as soon as I saw
him I knew it was true. The poor little sod was almost crying, now I know
Peter and I was very fond of him in a big brother sort of way and my heart
went out to him. I did want him and I wanted him badly but only on his
terms, I didn't want him hurting himself and I mean medically I wanted him
to enjoy himself and there's a bit of a difference there. He was small
framed and had a tiny boy's bottom, I was youth shaped and had a dick which
was outsized for my size... work that one out. In the end Mick got us all
sat down with chilled softies and we nattered on for a bit.

Mick and Jake were going out for the afternoon road testing this second
hand car he'd bought and we had the place to ourselves. The scenario that
Jake had outlined the previous day was on, it was genuine. Peter wanted me,
I could see it from the occasional and still nervous glances that kept
coming my way. The end came rather suddenly, I suppose I was caught unaware
when Jake and Mick suddenly left telling us that they'd be back around six
and would arrange a meal. Just that and they were history, it was just
Peter and myself.

'Well, Pete. Here we are,' I smiled at him trying not to act like an old
pedo. A bit of a naff thing to say but I had to say something.

'I shouldn't have said anything to Jake.' His voice trembled.

'I'm glad you did.' I tried to talk gently like to a child.

'Really,' he gave me a sweet smile.

'Really,' I assured him. 'I've liked you for a long time and it's nice to
know that you like me.' The conversation was less than scintillating.

'Great,' he beamed.

I beamed back (of course), we were like a pair of bloody lighthouses
beaming at each other. I stood and he flinched nervously, God knows what he
thought I was going to do but I moved over to a small two seater sofa that
Mick had and sat on it, I patted the cushion alongside, we were going to
get nowhere talking to each other at long range.

He sat alongside me and I immediately draped my arm around his shoulder and
that was it, it was alright, he gave a sigh of relief and snuggled into me
and I dropped my head and kissed him on the top of his head. His blonde
hair smelt sweet and I suppose I too gave a little sigh, we were at least
holding each other and now I wanted him all the way and I wasn't fussed
carnally if that makes any sort of pervese sense. I jut wanted him naked
and in my arms, I'd kiss him all over, I'd bloody well eat him more likely
but I would try and exercise some sort of restraint. Cannibalism is illegal
I understand, well it is if you get caught.

'I'm glad you came around,' he spoke quietly and looked up at me, I took
the opportunity to kiss his forehad and then taking his head in my hands
guided his lips to mine. He closed his eyes and our lips met and I felt his
hand drop to my groin, not a one to waste time our little Peter in spite of
his nerves. 'Jeez,' his voice quavered. 'That's huge.' His hand had
outlined my hardness within my loose trousers and I felt the pressure of
his little fist and then slow movement.

'Keep that up and you'll make me cum,' I muttered.

'Don't want to do that with your gear on,' he whispered.

'Where can we go?'

'The little room at the end,' he leapt to his feet red faced but then
grinned. 'Come on,' he grabbed my hand and dragged me from the room. My
little Peter was taking charge and I was well chuffed, this was going to be
an afternoon to remember.

The small room at the end of the passage was set up, it was set up as a
nooky room, nothing else. There was an inflatable mattress covered with
bedding and a small sidelight and that was about it... that's all there was
room for. You couldn't call the room a bedroom it was more a boxroom or a
room suitable for a small child but it was good enough. I smiled at Peter
and kicking the door shut bore him down, he squealed and did a bit of arm
waving and a token struggle but he loved it giggling and squirming as I
started to undress him. He soon got the idea and was at the zip of my jeans
and tugging at my shirt. It didn't take too long before we were fully naked
and I held his pale skinned body in my arms, it was warm in the samll room
and it was even warmer with Peter's hot body in my arms.

'Jeez,' I've dreamed of this,' he mouthed at my neck and ran his hands up
and down my body.

'So it seems,' I grinned and grasped his firm little cock. Well, I suppose
it was standard for a boy of his age and build and his rock hard four
incher twitched and pulsed as I slowly moved the lose skin too and fro.

'That's so big,' he glanced at my own rampant meat and started to kiss my
chest holding onto my erection all the time and moving it in time with my
movements on his. He moved putting then together and his pale skin stood
out against my darker skinned and much bigger organ. Suddenly his lips
drifted acros my sternum and onto my belly. I didn't really believe he was
going to do it but he did, one mischievous glance up my belly and his hot
little mouth took in my swollen glans. I saw his wet lips slip over my
bulging purple knob and then he was sucking it and coating it with his
saliva. No way was he going to get the whole shaft into his mouth but he
tried, in the end he settled for bobbing his head up and down on what he
could and I just lay there in a daze playing with his blonde hair until I
too began to move... it was the very least I could do.

I reversed in the bed kissing and mouthing the length of his childish torso
until I took his sweetmeat into my mouth and clasped his smooth boyish
bottom. He went ape, his head moved faster on me and he wriggled and
writhed on the bouncy bed building up a good sheen of sweat. My fingers
drifted into his crack and at the end I pushed with one finger and entered
his delicious warmth.

'Great,' he spluttered around my cock and clamped his delightful little
tush on my moving finger and began to mouth my heavy balls. 'Yeah, great,'
he moved his tiny bottom on my probing finger. He wanted the proper thing,
I knew it in my heart, I also knew that Jake had taken it but Peter was a
lot smaller and slighter than Jake even if Jake was a skinny type. 'There's
some stuff under the pillow,' Peter lay the side of his face on my slippery
hardness and looked at me. 'Lube,' he did his little blush again.

Now here's a thing, he'd more or less told me to carry on but there was one
other thing first. I'm a clean boy and probably a lot cleaner than most of
my peer group. I shower daily, sometimes twice, I swim a lot which makes
for extra showers, I wash behind my ears and foreskin and I clean my teeth
twice and even three times a day. Cleany Boi is me but I wanted to get
dirty for once and I was going to have a go right now with my darling
little Peter.

Another thing to mention and that was Peter wasn't just a teenage lust I
was infatuated with him, we were as different as chalk and cheese, I was
tall he was short and there was nearly three years difference in our ages
but he was the one for me. I held his head and gently moved him up the bed
sucking his small scrotum and then gently turning him over and splaying his
legs. He moaned and flinched as I kissed his smooth white buns and then
spasmed as I ran my tongue up his crack. He was clean, I could taste the
soap on him and smell a faint deodorant, I tickled between his cheeks with
the point of my tongue and he quivered and rolled on the bed. I stayed with
him moving his body around as if he was a doll, he submitted first with
giggles and then with moans and sighs as I kissed his jerking stiffy,
licked his balls again and traced his perineum with my tongue. He gasped
and twitched again as I got my mouth onto his puckered little ring and
sucked and slobbered over the yielding muscle.

'Ooooooh... Andeeee.' He shrieked as I sucked and slavered at his hole
poking my tongue dead centre and blowing saliva, more tongue and then I was
on the move again. I had a handful of lube now and I quickly smeared some
on my now oozing penis and then grasped his jerking noodle and gave it and
his nuts an oily massage. 'Ooooooh.' he went limp as I slipped two fingers
inside him and probed for his little lump and when I found it he twitched
and pushed back onto my thrusting and rotating fingers. 'Do me, do me,
Andy... please,' he begged as I massaged his oiled privates with one hand
and finger fucked and loosened him with the other. I gently withdrew my
fingers and still massaging his cock and balls slid uop behind him and
positioned myself.

I took him with one very gentle and very slow move that stretched his ring
and opened him up. My glans lay just inside his body, past his sphincter
but in his delicious warmth and tightness. He gave a shuddering sigh and
went limp. Smearing the lube over his slender chest and little rounded
belly I began to move gaining a little bit every time and he just clutched
the pillow and stuck his bum out absorbing more and more of my straining
cock.

'I love you,' I whispered quietly as I moved slowly now feeling his tight
ring clamped on my cock but now halfway down my shaft. My own nuts were as
tight as a drum and I prayed that I could hold off long enough to give him
a little fucking, he wanted that and I knew it.

'I heard that,' he giggled and gave a little push back.

'I mean it,' I kissed the back of his sweaty neck and held his narrow hips,
almost there.

'Good,' he pushed back against me forcing me onto my back and he was
actually laying on me speared on my stiff penis. He stated to move himself
with his hands flat on the bed either side of my body, he bent his legs so
his feet also supported him as he started to move up and down on me and I
just prodded up into his moving body. 'Yeah...' he grunted with triumph as
his soft bottom settled on my pubics. I was totally encased in his hot
little body and he lay back on my chest and I put my arms around him still
at last with him taking little experiment squeezes with his sweet little
boy fanny. I put my arms around him and wanked him with one hand and
smoothed the lube over his little silken belly as he lay his head on my
shoulder and craned to look at me. We managed an awkward kiss and he spoke:
'I feel like a frog,' he giggled and I felt his body shake on my slippery
spike.

'Let's try this then,' I puffed, he may be a lightweight but even a boy
bouncing up and down on your belly takes it's toll. We rolled onto our side
and I kept moving. I then took him onto his belly and slid a pillow under
his midriff and spread his legs wide.

'Yeah, go for it,' he hissed and pushed his tight little bottom up hard
against my thrusts. Go for it he'd said and go for it I did. I put my hands
either side of his narrow torso and started doing pushups.

'Aaaaah.....' he moaned as almost all my seven inches left his body and
then slid effortlessly back in. It was like the initial penetration time
and time again and when I came to my climax he was clutching the pillow and
begging me to cum. One final sheathing deep and hard and I pressed him down
hard onto the bedding as I felt my cock jerk and spew jet after jet of
slippery spunk deep into his willing body. When it was done and I gently
extracted myself with a gush of spent cum he rolled over and held me with
his eyes full of tears.

'Jeeesus, Peter...' I looked at him laying there. He'd cum himself onto the
pillow and his smooth gut was sticky and slippery with his own semen. 'I
didn't want to hurt you... you should have said...' I kissed his eyes, his
nose and finally on the lips. 'I'm so sorry.'

'I'm sore,' he whispered. 'But I'm not hurt.' I must have looked puzzled as
he smiled. 'I'm just so happy. I came the same time you did and Jake said
that's the best way, it show's real love.'

'Silly you, wise ol' Jake,' I grinned and clung to him comforting him and
probably myself as well. He was a beautiful little boy and he was mine,
well, he was fourteen and looked younger, he'd be legal in two years time
and we could elope of something. The one thing that I did know was that I
loved him, truly, deeply and all the rest of it and I was pretty sure he
felt the same. 'How's your bum?' I brought us back to reality.

'A bit sore,' he grinned cheefully. 'I'll live, monster cock.'

'Good,' I lay there in the stiflingly hot room cuddling him at peace with
the world.

				............................................................................................

Jake.

We sat in the car and Mick gave me a big A-Z of Surrey, he opened it at a
bookmarked page and pointed out Leith Hill which looked a tiny location in
a sea of green. It seemed to be a fair way away, well past Dorking as he'd
originally explained.

'No roads,' I remarked.

'Yeah, the dotted ones are roads but they're not public, they're National
Trust.'

'Ah.'

'We drop down to Leatherhead, then to Dorking and out to Coldharbour, we
follow the small ones after that.' He turned on the ignition and we were
away. I looked at the petrol gauge and we were full, all I hoped that his
pride and joy didn't conk out on him... you know what they say about second
hand cars and it's rarely good.

It wasn't a bad trip down, it was hot without being over the top and
surprisingly enough the traffic was light although over sunsmitten weekends
most people tend to make for the coast or drag the kids to one of the big
theme parks in the area. We were just heading for a bit of Old England now
very much out of fashion. Mick told me how he and pals used to cycle there
from London... from bloody London? It was about fourty miles away and they
used to cycle as eleven and twelve year olds. As he also said nowadays
you'd be lucky to get a kid to cycle fourty metres let alone miles.

He also said they used to take a groundsheet and a couple of blankets and
stay out the night. Unbelievable. I think he was having me on with some of
his boyhood happenings but if even half of it was true things had certainly
changed over the last ten years. Kids seemed to have a lot less freedom at
an earlier age, ten, eleven and twelve but a lot more later in life... from
sixteen onwards. A sign of the times I suppose. Or perhaps families going
back into the nineties and earlier expected their younger kids to look
after themselves and find their own amusements.

We took our time and fortunately with reasonably empty roads we could take
our time and actually look around at the countryside. We had no speedsters
up our arses honking horns which was just as well as after Dorking we were
into single track roads and darkest English countryside. There were
actually fields without houses and animals and crops, very rural although
the odd houses we passed seemed to be very picture postcard and probably
very rich. Of course if I'd have looked at the map closer I'd have seen the
farms tended to be at the end of long windy tracks but I wasn't looking all
that closely. I was looking for talent, hitchhikers, whatever but after
we'd got through Coldharbour which was a curious name for a place in the
middle of nowhere there was nothing, just miles and miles of woodland with
the occasional open space with a scattering of cars.

We pulled into one and had a chat. Mick explained that there were miles on
miles of National Trust woodlands in the area and in the old day it was
infested with young holidaymakers, hikers and ramblers but times were a
changing. Hiking and rambling involved effort he explained rather sourly I
thought and modern man would rather drive and contaminate the planet, a
little like us in a Volvo I nearly said but held my peace, I didn't want to
upset Lover Boy whilst he was having one of his rare rants. It was obvious
that this was very much a trip down Memory Lane for him and he was thinking
of happier days.

Dunno why? He had me and now he had Peter and Andy lurking in the wings,
how much happiness do you want. I'd have to give him a blow job or
something to cheer him up.

'Last lap.' he said and we were off again. This time it was really deep
into spooky woods. I've never seen so many trees, mind you being a forest
accounted for that I suppose. We were going uphill all the while and at
last it cleared and here we were at this stumpy tower which looked like it
needed a bit of work on it. They should get those dickheads from the TV
onto it, they'd stick a solar panel and a wind turbine on it... all
extremely affordable and well within the reach of your local
peasantry. Yeah, right!

There were a few cars there and some families scattered about munching
munchies and hurling frisbees around. Quite a pleasant scene although not
dreadfully exciting, I had a wander around as Mick decided to get under the
bonnet and play around with his car (dontcha just love that on a day
out). I got my shirt off and soaked up a bit of sun also giving the
scattered serfs a flash of my beautiful body but it was a bit sparse on the
eye candy front. I decided to climb the tower as Mick was still buried in
his car's guts, I did hope he didn't tinker too much it would be a long
walk back and I don't think he'd thought of joining a Rescue Service yet.

Leith Hill Tower wasn't a big thing, certainly no Blackpool Tower or
anything as grand. From the nameplate it was what they called a 'folly' and
built by some crank in the very early nineteenth century which I worked out
as the early eighteen hundreds when we were battling the Frogs. There was a
load of crap about how you could see five counties from the top so up I
went. There was just a small viewing area up there and I can tell you in
complete confidence that five English counties when surveyed from a tower
on a hill in blinding sunshine all look pretty much the same. Lucky I had
the shades on and gave the two boys I had come across a quick once over,
they were doing the same to me I noticed being a newly awakened
pervert. They could have been brothers and they were tiddlers meaning they
were probably around twelve or thirteen, both blondies and both half
naked. Well, not to get excited they both had t-shirts tied around their
waists ... nice.

'Nice up here,' I looked at them both and gave them the benefit of my
smile.

'Yeah,' one grunted and the other stared at me like I was from Mars. I was
off to a fine start.

'You from around here?' The second one asked probably thinking I was some
sort of a raghead with my dark skin colouring. I'm as English as they come
but people have told me I look like Sinbad the Sailor, no probs, I don't
give a toss.

'Addlestone,' I told them expecting that to confuse them It's not as if
Addlestone was the best known little burg on the map.

'We came through there,' the first one grinned and the other once actually
smiled as well. 'We come down from Weybridge.'

'Ah, right,' I sat on the parapet I suppose you'd call it being a tower and
all that. 'With the family?' I was waiting for one of them to say something
like... No, we walked down, you dickhead. Fortunately they weren't that
type.

'Nah, mum and dad over there,' One of them placed his hands on the
stonework and pointed out a car quite close to where Micky was buggering
around, he'd now decided to clean the windscreen. What a gem. By the way
this kid peering over the edge of the tower was so close to me I could
smell his boy sweat, his sweet funk.

'That's my cousin,' I nodded down at Mick. 'He's just got the Volvo and I
think he's going to mate with it at any moment.'

Both the boys laughed so they weren't slow, at least they knew what mate
meant.

'Dad's the same,' the first one grinned. 'He's in love with that heap of
crap.'

'It got us here,' Number Two laughed. 'Just.'

'Yeah, we had a bit of a disaster at Coldharbour,' Number One hopped up on
the wall and sat there with his smoothy brown legs dangling. They were both
wearing these long cargo shorts, the khaki things that run out at your calf
and look like long shorts or short longs, a pocket for every day of the
week. Funnily enough I had the full length version that Micky had presented
me with, he'd probably 'borrowed' them from the shop but I liked them so
they weren't going back. They hung on my hips well and gave everyone a
flash of my boxers which was very fashionable, I thought I looked pretty
cool in them so there.

'What happened?' Well, I had to ask to keep them chatting.

'Radiator started brewing up. Good job we had a big drum of water in the
back.'

Yeah, lucky,' I agreed. 'I'm Jake by the way,' I named myself forcing an
introduction and they turned out to be Bill and Ben. Don't laugh. Well, you
won't unless you're British and into rather ancient children's TV.

'Not Bill and Ben the Flower Pot Men?'

'Aaaah,' they moaned in unison. They're probably heard it all before but I
blame their parents. Actually the more I perved them from behind my
sunglasses the more I thought they were very close, not twins but not all
that far off. Not the clones, the other ones, they've got a name for them
which I can't remember. probably something technical like 'nearly twins' or
something. Anyway, all that aside, they were a couple of little sweeties
and I took my sunglasses off to look better. Very nice, I almost licked my
lips. Blondies both, both shorter than me, bluey grey eyes, skin just
beginning to tan, slender with little rounded bellies. Jeez, I could feel
Jake Junior stirring from his sleep.

'We're gonna have a wander around,' Bill smiled. 'Wanna come?'

'What a question, I had to laugh and so did they although we were probably
laughing at diffferent things. I might have been reading things that
weren't there but I tagged along anyway, after a remark like that there was
no stopping me.

We stopped to admire the Volvo and Mick looked suitably impressed at my new
friends and then he told me to enjoy myself as he was going to have a lie
down in the shade. I'd have to have a word on the way back and tell him he
was supposed to be acting my gung ho older cousin not my worn out elderly
dad.

Bill and Ben were full of beans and they must have been here before. After
around twenty minutes of it I was exhausted, I'd taken my shirt off and was
sweating like a pig. We were deep in the woods but being Leith Hill
everything was on a bloody slope (figures). We'd found a gap in the woods
and Bill who seemd slightly older or just a bit quieter had flopped onto
the grass and I dittoed the flop. Ben was swinging from a low branch like a
manic young chimp on a day out.

'Your brother's a bit lively,' I observed as I lay alongside Bill casting
my eyes over his smooth belly wondering whether or not to stroke his silken
skin and also wondering if the lump in his cargoes were just a fold in the
material or something friendlier.

'He's a nut,' he grinned at the sky, just then Ben tired of his game and
dropped to the grass the other side of me, I wondered it they were going to
set about me and gang bang me but I couldn't be that lucky, anyway they
were only around twelve or so.

'How old are you two?'

'Twelve.' Came from one side.

'Thirteen.' From the other. So much for the twins bit. As a detective I was
crap, I suppose now they were going to tell me that they weren't brothers
but they didn't.

'How old are you Jake?'

'Fifteen coming on sixteen.'

'What would you be doing if you were at home now?' Ben asked, it was
obviously questions and answers time, they must have been bored.

'Probably having a snooze or watching telly,' I stretched out like a big
cat, in fact I could have dropped off there and then if I hadn't got the
sweet company.

'Much better things to do on a hot Sunday afternoon,' Bill gave a sort of
frustrated groan and rolled onto his belly, his brother laughed and I knew
exactly what he'd laughed at. Both of them were at that age, the instant
stiffy age and that's why Bill had gone onto his belly, he'd be shagging
the grass next.

I lay on my back gazing at the blue sky through the gap in the trees, I
flexed and relaxed my abs looking down my belly, one advantage of swimming,
it kept your body tuned up. Of course, I did a little glance to the left at
Bill's smooth back and gently rounded bottom in the baggy shorts. I had
half a mind to sink my teeth into his firm buttocks but thought better of
it.

'Hey... cool.' I'd forgotten all about young Ben to the left. 'Do that
again.' I looked around and the little sweety was propped up on one elbow
gazing down at my belly. 'Do the muscles.' I obliged and flexed
again. 'Great,' he cautiously poked me with one finger like I was a dead
fish or something.  'Hard,' he giggled. This kid was the master of the one
word sentence.

'Don't be so gay, Benny,' Bill had sat up and was looking at us. I think I
detected a tad of jealousy in his eyes.

'Nothing gay about it,' Ben snapped back. 'They're good muscles... look at
them,' he prodded me again. Jeez, this kid was getting carried away with
it.

'Gently,' I murmured.

'Oooh, poor baby,' Billy grinned but just to go one up on his brother he
lay one hand flat on my stomach and gently squeezed. I felt my cock jerk in
my cargoes, this pair was too much and I wondered how far they were going
to go or was it all going to end in giggles. I kept the imaginary fingers
crossed.

'Not such a baby,' I retorted and Billy squeezed my belly again and looked
at me coquettishly - now I had to look that up in a dictionary but that was
the word I needed, that and no other.

'No?'  Ben whispered and I felt his hand settle on my groin. Jeez, talk
about surprised I was in shock. Both boys had frozen and were looking at me
as if they were defusing a bomb. I had no idea what to say, anything I
would say was bound to be wrong.

'Nice,' I gave a theatrical sigh and relaxed both boys grinned in relief
and Ben grasped my hardness within my trousers with his small hands and
Bill lightly trailed his up and down my belly and chest. 'Lie down,' I
ordered them softly and they both did. Two hot sweaty boyish bodies pressed
against me and I felt two juvenile stiffies press against my hips and two
hands settled onto my crotch feeling and fondling. This pair weren't
wasting any time. I don't know what had brought this in but I wasn't going
to let it go. A quick decision, I turned to the smaller, Ben, the original
grabbed and pulled him towards me, Bill promptly shuffled up to my back and
I felt his sweaty bare flesh press against me.

'Go on, Ben. Go for it,' I whispered as he continued to fumble at my crotch
and I showed willing I took a good feel of him and felt his boy cock firm
inside his shorts. I didn't have to bother about Billy boy, he was slowly
rumping up against my bottom, he was in the advanced class.

Little Ben didn't mess around, he unzipped me and he had a grip on my cock
in no time flat, I couldn't believe what was happening to me. Bill was
still rumping away to my rear and playing with my nipples. Whatta little
perv, I had to get their phone number before they split. Our Peter would
love this pair and who knows what would develop. I managed to get Ben
unzipped as well, in fact, I unclipped his waistband and had him opened up
like a Christmas pressy. His little stiffy fitted into my hand nicely and I
wanked it to and fro.

'Hey, this is great,' he burbled enthusiastically. 'He's big,' he talked
over my shoulder to his brother.

'Let's have a feel then,' Bill managed to clamber over me and delved into
my trousers. God, I had the two of them at it trying to get me off. My next
move was to undo Bill and get his pecker out into the open. This one was
slightly bigger than his brother but a threesome is hard. We were in a
struggling mass all doing nothing really other than grope each other. I
decided to take it a stage further, time was against me and I wanted then
to remember me well. I also wanted their contact for the future so I had to
give them a sweetner.

'Ever had a blow job boys?' I'd decided on my tactics.

'What? You want to blow on us,' Billy giggled.

'I know what it is,' Ben although the smaller and younger was a bit more up
on things. 'You going to do us?' He looked at me wide eyed with his lips
parted, he was a bloody angel.

'What is it?  What is it? Billy was wriggling about excitedly, his shorts
were down around his knees now and with a laugh I parted them and lay them
on their backs.

Now for their treat. I think they were in shock they both lay there
silently with an occasional wriggle and giggle as I sucked and slurped at
their small stiffies, small but succulent I might add. In the end they both
did the twitch and jerk and with both of them I got the taste of their
fluid if not a decent squirt. I gave them both the final squeeze and
managed to get a bubble from Billy so he wasn't too far off with his
climax, probably this year if he worked at it. Neither of them offered to
do me but both set about me laughing and giggling and did me a manual to be
brutal. They lay either side of me in the hot sun and flogged away at my
hardness rather roughly but I managed to cum in the end. They both shrieked
and went through the disgust bit as my sperm got on their hands and ran
into my pubics. I just collapsed and lay there and in the end they both
cuddled up and we were done. There was a certain amount of mutual
embarssment at the end as we walked back but they managed to worm my phone
number out of me and promised to be in touch sooner or later. I had to be
satisfied with that and I did have the feeling I'd see them again.

We walked back upto the tower in a subdued mood, I suppose like all boys
they had a guilt complex but they'd get over it. Sex was a new thing for
them and once they had a taste there was no going back. I introduced them
to Mick who was nice to them and when I mentioned that I might invite them
over if and only if they made contact he went along with it.

Their mum and dad were looking out for them and looked across at myself and
Mick curiously so I went over to them and let the boys introduce them. In
the end Mick joined us and we had a sociable natter and I think the boys
felt better about it. No good keeping secrets apart from the big one. In
the end we bade them a farewell and both Bill and Ben gave me chirpy grins
and waves... they'd be in touch again, I was pretty sure of that.



						To be continued.



I had intended to finish this one but it looks like another soap coming up.
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