Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2007 16:06:31 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: DEPA BOYS - 10

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
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THE DEPA BOYS



10 - Moving Into Mayfield House



by



G. Cutter



Dennis

Me taking the lead this time. I wangled a sick note especially for this
particular week and hopefully I'd earn a bit, meet Nick and his boss and on
top of that get to welcome the latest Eastern Euro import. Our pal Pavel
had been borne away by a really yummy guy around thirty in a Roller, yeah,
I kid you not, a fuckin' Rolls Royce. Now is that flash or is it not? Pav's
eyes lit up like a bloody Christmas tree although he'd been forewarned
naturally enough. Of course, we had the guy come in, another Mr Smith by
the way and he'd had a wander around the place as Nick had given us the
brief to be polite. Very common name Smith as an aside.

I think my Pat, the slut, fell in love and he doesn't normally go for the
older guys, he's into boys if you haven't gathered that by now. Anyway
(which I've been told again to stop using), Pavel seemed happy enough and
after a fond farewell we saw the back of him. He promised to write and this
young Smith geyser approved so he wasn't going into a life of
servitude... hopefully.

To get back to today. We had Eddy on standby as well as Peter the window
cleaner so we could have a swim party to welcome the new Russki kid
although he could have been a another Ukrainian or Czech for all I
knew. Who cared, I tended to call them all Russkis which must have pleased
them no end. We had a quiet night as everything was packed and we needed a
good kip. Move day was going to be a lot of work although most of the heavy
stuff was in situ as the posh ones say, our secondary task was to leave our
old place spick and span for Jo and Anthony to move down in a couple of
day's time. They'd be doing most of their local studio, garden and pool
photography at Mayfield but running their admin and computers from their
new home, which was our old home. Wake up at the back, have you got all
that?

We were both up at the crack of dawn and had fried egs and tommies on
greasy fried bread which just goes to show Pat was settling into married
life after mastering boiled eggs and toast. We wore our scruffy gear and
were mounting guard when Pete and Mr Ed turned up in company, they'd
probably been shagging in the bushes down the road. Spot on nine the
removals guys arrived, there was only one sad sack old driver and one dishy
youngster who immediately drew four pairs of eyes like magnets. Target in
sight? All the little gaydars lit up at once trying to tune in on this kid
who wasn't shy with the tight tank top, bare belly and cut down jeans, a
right poseur. Still, work called and I moved into second in command
mode. We had Nick with Smithsky, his boss plus a house guest due at midday
down from London so Pat and I didn't want any cock ups if you know what I
mean.

Surprisingly enough with Eddy virtually clinging to the vanboy for the
whole morning we managed to get it all done in two hours and three little
trips up and down the road so I paid them off noting that Eddy was bending
this kid's ear as I sorted out the driver.

'He likes me,' Eddy came over with a big grin on his sweaty face.

'Everyone likes you,' Peter grinned. 'You're an easy fuck.'

'Shurrup,' Eddy squealed and went into a moody refusing to speak to anyone
even when we went into our sparkly new kitchen. He cheered up a bit when we
got the chilled Pepsis out.

'I gotta go soon,' Peter informed us as we sat there. 'I'm helping dad
out.'

'You're alright here though... the windows?' Pat demanded.

'Yeah, no probs,' Peter nodded. 'Upstairs monthly and downstairs
fortnightly. You signed dad's contract thingy?'

'All done. You're gonna miss out on the new boy...'

'And silken skinned Simon,' Eddy piped up and then looked a bit
concerned. 'Sorry, I asked him to come around for a swim this afternoon. Is
that alright?'

Got to be if you've invited him,' Pat snapped clearly not to happy with
Eddy issuing his own invitations so early in the day.

'He'll be alright,' Eddy looked like he was about to burst into tears. I
ruffled his hair just to let him, know we all still loved him, in one way
or the other, mainly the other.

It was shortly after that Peter made off promising to come over at the
weekend and suss out the latest Ivan or whatnot. I thought at the time it
was a bloody good job they were all coming over as male brides, escorts or
concubines or whatever, there was no need for any heavy conversions or
corruptions for that matter, they were all into it and that last was in
capital letters. IT.

Pat and I prepared a load of sandwiches and goodies pre-bought especially
for Nick and Smithsky and us I suppose, it was a sort of subdued grand
opening, we'd been working on it and it had been hard graft but everything
was done. This Simon was a bit of a concern but Eddy said he wasn't due
until around two o'clcock when he finished and if he did come Eddy could
look after him. Nick and Smithsky had stated that they wouldn't be staying
overnight although we had organised Nick his own room and a main guestroom
which would serve Smithsky if he ever visited on his own. By the way there
were eight bedrooms in this place plus the two empty ones that Jo was going
to utilise so it was a big joint. Better still Pat had his own quarters
stuck on the side of the house, probably designed for housekeepers or some
menial in days gone by. Pretty good scene and as far as Pat was concerned a
full time job. He'd spend half his time changing beds and charging around
with a hoover although I was his head assistant. We needed a part time
gardener, a pool cleaner and another gopher but we could shop around, we
neeed the person to be one of us which meant he had to be under twenty and
game for a laugh or something more serious.

Just before midday a nice shiny BMW drove through the gate to find us both
on parade with Eddy lurking in the background trying out his Harry Potter
style Cloak of Invisibility which happened not to be working but we didn't
tell him.

'Boys,' Nick jumped out of the passenger door and I noticed that Smithsky
was driving with two rather nervous young men in the back who looked barely
sixteen or seventeen at a push, so much for one guest, suddenly we had
two. 'Let me introduce Mr Reznikov my associate.'  Not bad going there,
this guy had been Mr Smithsky a month ago from what Pat muttered as the guy
got from the car.'

Reznikov got right into it he shook Pat's hand vigorously and then
mine. 'You must be Dennis, I've heard about you.'

'Hi,' I said stumped for what to say.

'Introduce your little boy and we'll introduce ours,' he smiled quite
pleasantly.

'This in Eddy, he's our Gopher,' Pat waved to Eddy to move up front.

'Gopher?'

'Go for this, go for that,' Nick grinned and gave Eddy a casual nod.

Reznikov nodded although I could see he didn't understand. 'Ah, well,
yes. This is Andre and Vladimir you will have to look after them for some
time, they speak excellent English and will be willing to work in a helping
mode you understand. Maybe more 'gophers' he rolled the word around his
mouth . 'Gopher, I like it.' He looked up at the house and we were on the
march to the rear of the place, both Andre, Vladimir and Eddy kept silent
throughout this exchange and brought up the rear.

Nick seemed pretty pleased at the snackery set out by the pool and we all
settled into plastic chairs for a bit of a bunfight. I noticed that Eddy
made a pig of himself and the imports, Andre and Vladimir tucked in as
well, a bit like starving kids and let's face it they didn't look much
older than schoolboys, they both looked like they need a good meal and
maybe a damn good bath.

It was a nice day to sit in the garden, hot but not too hot. The house was
ready although we still had to find our way around... basically Pat and I
had just slung our gear into our quarters and that was it, we hadn't even
made a bed up so we still had work to do. First and foremost we had to
settle the new boys in and I was hoping that Nick and Reznikov weren't
going to linger. From the way they were chatting they had to be back in
London later in the afternoon so that cheered me up no end.

The two Russian lads and they were twenty four carat Russians this time
excused themselves in passable English and went on walk about accompanied
by Eddy who had promoted himself to tour guide.

'Your little lad looks friendly enough with strangers,' Reznikov remarked
stretching himself in his chair.

'A bit too friendly sometimes,' Pat smiled. 'He'll come to a sticky end one
of these days.'

'Most days,' I added which raised a laugh.

I suppose we sat around for an hour just talking and eventually got to
discussing the latest arrivals. Neither Nick not Reznikov seemed to have
much idea what they were going to do with these two youths and in the end
the subject was left hovering, you know, left in the air. We had to look
after them, use the credit card to get them a reasonable wardrobe and
generally keep an eye on them. As they were both clearly older than myself
or Pat that would be a task in itself. They wandered back in the end and
Nick and Reznikov got ready for London after first having a wander around
checking out the bedrooms and generally sniffing around.

I think Pat was beginning to feel the responsibility bear down a bit but he
was now in full time occupation and had his own small flat to go with the
job. I thought he'd fell on his feet and told him so. Andre and Vladimir
were both chatting to Eddy quite easily by now and in the end we all lined
up like a bunch of pidgeons and waved our masters good bye. Of course, they
were easily contactable via the phone or EMail so it wasn't as if we were
deserted.

'It's Saturday and it's sunny,' Eddy chirped away as the car disappeared. I
guess that was a hint regarding the pool, Eddy can get a bit pushy at times
but as he was our 'bold Lolita' we had to stand for it I suppose.

'Well, first off...' Pat sat down at the plastic table and waved everyone
else to sit. 'Do you two want a room each or do you want to share?' He
looked at our two guests.

They looked at each other as if undecided or even slightly surprised that
they had the option. 'We'll share.' Andre the fair haired one spoke up. It
was hard to tell who was older or if either of them were bitch or
butch. They just looked like two Brikids dragged off the street. As I may
or may not have said they both looked to be seventeen or even a year either
way, it was so difficult with complete strangers. Andre was slender verging
skinny with fair hair cut in a normal short back and sides schooly cut and
Vladimir was slender verging skinny with black hair cut in a crew cut... as
I said just two youths and nothing remarkable about them at all. Mind you
we hadn't seen them with their clothes off, they maybe hung like
donkeys. Then again, they may not.

We all trooped upstairs and in the end dumped them in Room Three. By the
way, Pat and I had numbered the rooms which made it look a bit like a hotel
but there you go, no one had any excuse for getting into the wrong
room. Nick had Room One and we'd allocated Reznikov Number Two if he ever
got to stay a night. They both seemed happy enough and it was a nice room
as they all were, this one, Room Three, overlooked the pool.

'You have your own en suite bathroom,' Pat showed them the facility which
pleased them even further.

'Fine,' they both mumbled.

'I've got the brief to get televsions and radios into each room as well.'
Pat rabbited on a bit and looked at me.

'We having a swim?' I had to ask otherwise we were going to bugger around
here all day and as I'd just remembered Eddy's pal the removal kid was due.

'Yeah,' Pat nodded. 'If you two want to get cleaned up of whatever... do
your thing,' Pat finished lamely. It was a bit difficult telling guests
what to do but they were a bit more than guests, they were in our
charge. They nodded their agreement and Pat told them to join us in the
garden when they were ready by which he meant the pool area and we left
them to it.

'Do you reckon they're at it?' Eddy whispered as we went down the grand
staircase. Well, it was grander than the last place put it that way.

'That's for us to find out,' Pat laughed and looked at me. 'Who do you
fancy out of the two?'

'The dark haired one, he looks a dopey shag, nice all the same.'

'Dim bitch,' Eddy nodded sagely.

'Hyper slut, Eddy,' Pat laughed and we walked out into the garden just in
time for the vanboy to come wandering around the corner of the house. Eddy
was on him like a shot, Pat and I just gave him a wave and stopped for a
chat after that they could get on with it and we'd move onto the pool. We'd
done our job for what it was worth and it was now time to relax.

Of course, things were a bit different with this place. The big thing was
that it was enclosed and before we'd even got ourselves undressed we'd
closed the gate. No one could get in without the combination, the vanboy
had just made it. I wonder if he realised that he couldn't escape unless he
clambered over the walls but no matter he was in a huddle with Eddy and
they were having a giggle. This kid obviously knew what the scene was, he
certainly didn't look to be an innocent not by the way he dressed that was
for sure. God, tanktops are so sexy but a bit passe, they look nice on
girls but better on boys. Doubtless Eddy had jumped in feet first which was
his way and had offered his body and a spare bedroom.

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

Eddy

'Cheeky sod, that Dennis.' All I was doing was trying to get Simon to get
naked and get into the water. I cracked it though when he saw Pat and Den
quite calmly drop their gear and spread themselves onto towels.

'Bold,' he grinned.

'Why not, we're locked in,' I laughed and dropped my jeans and drawers
giving him a flash of the willy and then the ultimate, a sighting of my
tight little derrier, that should get him going. I cannonballed into the
water and splashed around waiting for him to get naked which he did
straight away. They may crack on about me being silly but I knew what I was
doing and this one was game and he wanted little ol' me.

This pool was much larger than the one in the old house and there was a
patio leading to the inside of the house and another smaller pool on the
inside. With the french door open you could splosh from pool to pool
depending on what your need was. My little trick was having a relaxing
splash around, entice Simon into the inner pool and then no one was bugging
me getting down to it. There were the two Russian kids but they looked
pretty close if you follow what I mean. I'd get to them later.

'Yeah, nice,' I thought as Simon dived in. Slim, trim and a dick swinging
free and l-o-n-g, yummy. I hoped that he took it as well, he had a bum to
die for and I could see Den and Pat ogling away from their vantage point. A
right pair of letchers those two, they probably had their evening's
entertainment organised already.

'Brill this,' Simon spluttered. 'Wicked.'

He was right, the only thing that would increase the pleasure of the day
was to have his body in my arms so I jumped on him. A bit of the SAS there,
he who dares gropes sorta thing.

'Gerrof, gerrof, you perv,' he squealed like a big girl and then grabbed me
in his arms and I was lost. I'd opened the gateway in a manner of speaking
and I suppose he thought that if I could grab his cock (which I'd done) he
could take liberties with me which he did. he flashed a glance at the other
two by the side of the pool and seeing them unconcerned pinned me against
the chrome steps so I couldn't move and pressed up against me. I could feel
his penis now quite hard against my own and I reached down to fondle it.

'Nice one,' I whispered encircling it with my hand and squeezed it until I
felt it really go hard. I fed it between my legs and clamped on it holding
his hips as he held onto the handrail effectively holding me in position.

'Christ, someone'll see us,' he tried to cover me with his body which was
fine as I clasped his hard bottom as he continued to thrust between my
legs. He can't have been that fussed about being seen.

'Get a room.' A thick voice came from above us and we both looked up in
shock to see the two Russian lads leaning out of the window with broad
grins on their faces.

'Jeez,' Simon squeaked and made a splashing retreat up the pool. I was a
bit bolder, I looked back and grinned up at them.

'Settling in?' I splashed back in the water letting them see all my bits.

'Da,' one answered and the other said: 'Yes.'

'Wanna hand?'

'If you are not busy with your friend.'

'I'll bring him as well.' by now Simon had swum back and was looking upto
the two craning out of the window. I could see Pat and Den looking on with
interest.

'Why not?' Floated down in a throaty Russian accent and I looked at Simon.'
He just raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

'OK, we're on our way,' I spoke for both of us. 'I think these two are all
the way guys,' I warned Simon.

'As long as I get a shag along the way,' he rasped and then laughed. 'Right
bunch of pervos you lot.'

'You better believe it,' I clambered out and grabbed a towel, it was our or
I should say my first adventure in Mayfield House. We tipped off Pat where
we were going and he just said that he and Den were going to his quarters
for a snooze and that he'd be cooking up a supper from around five thirty
and the deadline was six o'clock. That was straightforward enough, all we
had to do was wish away the afternoon and I'm sure it wouldn't be all that
hard, well, let's hope it would be hard, that sounds better doesn't it?
Jeez, and I hadn't even done it with Simon yet but I knew he was ready,
willing and able.

We wrapped towels around ourselves and wandered up, I wasn't too sure what
room they were in but got it right in the end. The two Russians hadn't done
too much with themselves, they both lay sprawled out on their beds in
boxers.

'Now what? Simon stood behind me, I think his courage had gone but I was
man enough... yeah!

'Blondy for you and Darky for me,' I said and before anyone could make a
move I was over on the bed with the crew cut kid, the dark haired one, I
think he was Vladimir, the other one must have been Andre and here's me
thinking Andre was a French name. I snuggled upto Vlad and he just laughed
and grabbed me pulling me in close, we'd be alright I reckon. Simon was a
bit more sedate and sat on Andre's bed until the fair haired Russian coaxed
him into laying down but by then I was concentrating on Vlad. He might have
looked a bit slow but he had the towel off me in no time and was attacking
me with his lips and I mean all over, this kid was no novice and as soon as
I decently could (ten seconds) I had his hard Russian meat in my hands.

'I should have a bath really, Andre beat me to it.' He spoke in remarkably
good English which was a relief.

'Bath?' I looked at him and grinned. Dontcha just love it when things work
out well. That gave us the bathroom and left Simon and Andre to do what
they wished. 'Come on then,' I got from the bed now fully naked and noticed
that Andre was already at work on Simon, they were doing alright and from
the way Simon was performing it wasn't his first time either or perhaps he
was a good learner. I was worried that it was going to be all red faces,
embarassment and awkwardness but nothing of the sort. One of them would be
shagging the other before much longer, you could almost smell the lust in
the room.

I loved the bathroom scenario, I dragged him in and ripped at his boxers
getting them down around his ankles and as I did his slender cock nicely
stiff slapped me in the face but I was on a roll. I barely had time to
notice that his pubes were shaved and looked to be growing back before I
bent over to turn the water on and give it a good squirt of foam.

'Ah, glorious,' he was behind me running his hands all over my chest and
upper body and at the same time humping his dry erection into my bottom. He
had no chance of scoring like that but he would, in time. I didn't know how
clean he was but I managed to turn around and kneel taking his
uncircumcised cock into my mouth. As he slowly fucked into my sucking the
bath gradually filled and we finally got in it. 'Are all English boys like
you,' he smiled and smothered me with foam and I felt his stiffness glide
against my belly.

'Only some,' I giggled as he manhandled me in the bath turning me around so
that I was crouched in a doggy presenting my bum.

'Ah well, some will have to do,' he muttered in his thick accent leaning
over me and munching the back of my neck, I wiggled my bottom and I felt
his slippery meat nestle under my tight talls.

'Do it, Vlad... go on.'

'Da,' he held my hip with one hand and positioned himself and I felt his
swollen glans press against my ring and with a soapy thust he was in
me. 'Jesu,' his other hand grasped my hip and he slowly and sensually moved
in and out gaining just a little at each thrust. He was good, I'd thought
he was a bit of a dope but he was well versed in boy shagging. He was
gentle and took his time, all the time he moved in and out he played with
my soapy cock until his belly was against my bottom and his full length was
firmly seated in my bum. 'Is this alright?' He pulled me back onto his hot
cock. A funny question but it was the way he talked.

'From the front next time,' I pushed back onto him and he started to
fuck. Nice and slow with nice long strokes making me feel every inch of his
slender Russian penis as it glided in and out and all the time his hands
ran up and down my soapy body and over my slippery chest. I reached back
grasping his hips binding him in but he was going faster. I don't know when
he'd last had sex but he was now at it like a jack rabbit and I shook as he
slammed into me with enough noise to wake the bloody house. 'Harder,
Vlad. Harder.'

When he came it was a bit of a surprise. I was so used to the final thrust
and then the lover came. With Vladimir he came on the trot as it was, I
felt his hot surges and creamy splashes inside me and he was still fucking
like a maniac and it was only when I begged him to stop that he did. I
could feel his stiff hard cock coated on it's own cum rammed in deep and
hard and still he was still trying to seal us together as one.

'You are so tight, Eddy,' he whispered and slowly withdrew. My fanny felt
like a bashed up version of the Channel Tunnel but I was so hard myself I
went immediately on to the attack. 'No, no,' he tried to fend me off and
escaped from the bath. 'Down here,' he lay on his back with his still hard
cock jutting on his chest all soapy and spunk stained.  'Do me now,' he
raised his knees and I played for just a little kissing, getting into
position and then sliding into his delicious heat. He wasn't all that much
bigger than I was in body mass and he was skinny or lithe I suppose he
preferred. I went into him at the rush, parting his tight little ring and
piercing as deep as I could and he just lay there with a grin on his
normally sullen face. I must have taken something to get a smile out of him
and it seemed I had it as he hugged my slippery body tightly and encouraged
me as I thrust and rammed into his willing body. He was good (have I said
that?) and I was looking for more. Of course, Simon and Andre, the other
Russian were in the bedroom but they'd keep, I was happy with Vladimir for
the time being.

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

Simon

God knows what I'd got myself into here, I was in or on a bed with a bloody
Russian youth who was probably an illegal and he had his face around my
dick. To cap that I was stroking his slender body with a view to giving him
my babies... how weird can that get for sunny south coast Lewes. I
suspected that it would seem to be Dullograd for this Andre and his mate in
a week or so but you never knew, they might have escaped from a salt mine
or a gulag, stranger things happen nowadays.

To go to the beginning I had suspicions when we rolled up for the move. It
was only Arthur and myself as we'd been informed it was a short distance
move, one end of the road to the other and there would be a crew to
help... Right, and what a crew, all boys and the smallest and the mouthiest
was as bent as a three pound note (note the Old English there). He was all
over me from the word go. The move was easy peasy, they all piled in and I
suspected that they must have moved a lot of the bits and pieces in
advance. I gathered that mates of theirs had bought the old place so they
probably left a load of gear behind as well, less to move, yeah?. The new
place 'the destination' as it says on our moving docs was huge, it was
walled and it had an inside and outside swimming pool would you believe.

Eddy, this little kid, a bit of a Paki or Arab but as English as conkers
kept close to me and nattered all through it. He managed to find out I was
on a job and finish and invited me back in the afternoon for a swim. I
wasn't really interested until he put a copuple of moves on me, brushing
against me and once almost ramming his little arse into my gut and then I
realised he was putting it about.

I made some remark about getting carried away if I got him on his own and
that let him in.

'What like if we done some skinnydipping?' He gave me a perky grin quite
obviously ogling my groin. He was good at that, making sure I noticed I
mean.

'Especially if we went skinnydipping,' I replied.

'Iv'e got my own room if I want it,' he said a bit coyly.

'Now alone with you in a room and I really could get carried away.' The
funny thing was I meant it, I wasn't one for boys but this kid was so
obviously on the game and he was nice. The other thing was the more I
watched the others the more convinced that the lot of them were gay or free
thinkers at the very least. I had the blonde and his dark haired smoothy
mate down as a pair. There was another blonde there but he seemed to be a
window cleaner or something and he would do it I reckoned. All in all I
think I'd stumbled into the local Gay Pride Chapter, Junior Division that
was.

We finished the move in good time and Arthur got his paperwork signed by
the blonde kid, the bigger one of the two I had down as partners and we
were away. We were on a job and finish and dear old Arthur was keen to lock
up the van and get home, I was more interested in the kid and I was chuffed
to see him charging across as we made to leave.

'Simon, Simon,' he rushed upto me as Arthur got into the van to sort out
his papers and leave. 'You wanna come around for that swim a bit later?'

'Yeah, I'd like to,' I gave him a smile and swim wasn't quite what I had in
mind, he had mentioned his own room after all. 'What about the bossboy, the
managerman or whatever he is?'

'Ah, Pat's OK,' he laughed. 'We've got a lodger incoming this afternoon,'
he winked. 'A Russian but he'll be game I expect.'

I hadn't got the slighest idea what he was on about and couldn't have cared
less. The point that stuck in my mind that he was clearly one of this
little firm and that he had his own room. It was a very hot and sunny day,
they had a pool, I liked swimming and there you go. 'I can't get back until
around two, I have to sign off and pop in to see mum.'

'Two o'clock,' he squealed. 'Great, I'll be waiting,' he gave another of
those obvious glances at my crotch and I laughed. I guess we understood
each other.

'See ya later, babes.' I risked that one and he grinned with delight like a
manic little chipmunk and I was on my way. Do chipmunks grin I wonder?
Little Eddy certainly did. I returned just after two and I was primed. I
mean, I didn't know what to expect but I was sure that if Eddy had his
invitation approved the the others must clearly know what he was upto. Ergo
and ipso facto they must be in on the boy's actions and approve. Well, that
was the way I looked at it anyway. The main gate was closed when I returned
but the side door was open which wasn't the best security in the world but
that was their problem, I'd tell them and they could do what they liked
about it. Eddy was jumping up and down looking around nervously when I
apeared and he ran over to me, I was concerned he was going to leap on me
and snog but thankfully he didn't. What he did do was to drag me over to
the other two, Patric and Dennis and introduce me. I felt my suspicions
confirmed as we chatted, both were polite and seemed perfectly normal but I
felt like I was being examind like a chunk of meat at the butchers and
maybe I was.

'Have you eaten?' Patric asked.

'Yeah, I had lunch on the way, thanks.'

'Good,' Pat looked at his mate. 'We'll clear the junk and the boys can
chill.' I don't know if it was an instruction or a question but they both
busied themselves clearing a table where they seemed to have had some sort
of a snack.

'We'll catch you later,' Dennis the dark one spoke as his mate went to get
a rubbish bin. 'Eddy will look after you and if you get bored with him
there's a couple of Russian kids upstairs.'

'Cow,' Eddy squealed and grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the pool. I
heard Dennis laugh as we moved off. Curiouser and curiouser, mind you it
was a bit like Alice in Wonderland with Eddy jumping around like a loony
and now discarding his gear and without even waiting for me hopping into
the pool. 'Come on then,' he called up and seeing the other two had
disappeared I stripped off and did a rather good dive into the cool water.

Jesus, that kid was on me like an octopussy, talk about eight arms, he
seemed to have around a dozen and they were all over me plus the little
monster was as hard as a chocolate frog. I couldn't help it, I sprung a
stiffy straight away and had him pinned up against the side and went to
town. I was into a bit of a skylark but this kid was serious, he trapped my
stiffness between his legs and encouraged me to fuck... OK, so that's not
the right way but it was a start. By the time we'd worn ourself out the
other two had appeared and were splashing around in the outer pool keeping
well out of our way.

I was doing well but I nearly had a heart attack when an upstairs window
opened and two heads looked out, I bolted but Eddy brazened it out. I
hadn't got a clue what was going on or how many were in the house but
studied the two upstairs from a distance. Both young and both grinning and
chatting to Eddy, I made my way back and got an intro.

'Come on, we're going up,' Eddy giggled. 'A bit of Anglo Russian gropies.'

'Really?'

'Don't be such a sad sack,' he twittered and climbed from the pool and
grabbed a towel. What could I do? I followed him.

With towels draped around us we walked into the house which looked super
flash, freshly decorated with new carpets and all the rest of it. A lot of
money there and I wondered where it all came from but Eddy was scampering
up the stairs with me in hot pursuit. I couldn't believe we were going to
do anything other than socialize with these two kids but I didn't know Eddy
and I didn't know what this place was nor who these people were. I was in
for a rude awakening over the next twenty four hours.

Eddy seemed to know what room it was and we went in without even knocking
to find the two boys who looked to be around sixteen apiece laying on their
separate beds. One of them was dark with black crew cut hair the other was
fairer haired with it cut in a normal schooly short back and sides, they
were both as skinny as beanpoles and both looked at us cautiously and if
uncertain of our intentions. That was great as I had no idea what we were
going to do I just trusted in Eddy, he seemed to have all the bright ideas.

'Blondy for you and Darky for me,' Eddy whispered and took a running leap
onto the dark haired kid's bed. I watched in amazement as they immediately
began to kiss and grope, I've never seen anything like it, moments later
they had their knickers off and were getting down and dirty. I looked at
the fair one and he jerked his head impatiently.

Sod it,' I wandered over and sat on the bed but he pulled me down
alongside. my towel fell off in the process and that was it. He was down on
me like one of those pond birds that dive for fish. As I surrendered to his
attack I saw Eddy and the dark kid head for what I presumed was the
bathroom so that cut out the embarassment angle, we had the bedroom to
myelf so I started on him. You've got to believe that I'd never done any of
this sort of thing with another boy but he was so nice, so soft and pliable
that I was working at getting his boxers off before I realised what I was
doing. He must have had a shower or something as he was slightly damp and
smelt of soap which was encouraging.

'I thought you were straight,' he spoke with an accent which was a turn in
in itself. I felt like Jamie Lee C. in 'A Fish called Wanda', his accent
made me go weak at the knees but his lips were on mine and I was actually
kissing him, a bloody boy and he kissed well... he was also just as hard as
I was and as he handled me I handled him, it was only fair and I wondered
how far he wanted to go. I had been determined to shag the childlike Eddy
and I now had a substitute.

'Versatile,' I muttered not caring if he understood or not. 'What's your
name?'

'Andre... yours?'

'Simon,' I answered and nuzzled under his jaw as he held me tightly. 'I
hope you know what you're doing.'

'I know,' he grinned at me. 'Let me teach you.'  I flopped back and he
ducked his head. God, it was going to be a day of firsts. His head went
straight down on me and I gasped with surprise and pleasure as his hot and
wet mouth took my stiff meat in deeply and his head began to move up and
down. I'd seen a couple of homo films so I knew what came next and with
some trepidation I held his body as he moved around on the bed still
sucking me and his middle aligned itself with my face.

'Shit... go for it,' I muttered and he laughed as he gobbled. I grasped his
hot cock and brought it nearer my lips and took an experimental lick.

'Go on,' he fucked down and I allowed his swollen member to slip into my
mouth. He wasn't huge and I imagined that I was probably bigger than he was
but he was sucking me and I returned the compliment of sucking him. His
organ was nice and clean and didn't really fuss me, it didn't taste of
anything in particular so I gave it my all and he seemed to like that as he
fucked into my mouth and I made pelvic thrusts into his.

We were doing well and I was on the verge of cuming when he pulled clear
and looked at me with a grin on his handsome face.

'Say smomething sexy in Russian,' I gazed back.

He stared me in the eyes and spoke in his native tongue and then lay back
lazily smiling at me.

'What did you say?'

'I want you to slip that lovely cock of yours inside me and make love,' he
maintained his smile.

'Oh...' It was crunch time, I'd never fucked another boy before but both
he, his mate and Eddy weren't exactly big hairy men, they weren't girly
either, they were at that stage where you tended to say fuck it, go for
it... and that's exactly what I did. 'Er....'

'I'll show you,' he patted the bed alongside and I slid up and took him in
my arms. He was sweet, warm and smooth and he stroked me fondling both my
hard cock and then stroking my smooth bottom. I was pretty sure that he
wanted a fuck as much as fucking and whatever I did with this kid he was
going to return the compliment.

'Show me then,' I surrendered. He reached under the pillow and withdrew a
blue tube like a small toothpaste tube. I was to learn that in this house
there were tubes of lube everywhere, they must buy it by the caseload. He
uncapped it and nearly gave me a heart attack as he smeared the stuff on my
stiff sex manhandling me into a kneeling position between his legs as he
lay there. I was left kneeling with my erection jutting all slippery and
shiny and wondering where the hell I went from here but no probs, Andre
knew exactly what he was doing. He raised his knees to his chest exposing
himself and guided my hardness downwards.

'Gently, Simon,' he breathed as we kissed and I moved my hips in until I
felt my shiny glans against his pucker and pushed.

Oh, my God. It was incredible. The intense feeling of him opening up and
then my meat being surrounded by his hot and tight flesh and then the
pleasure increased if that was possible as I moved in deeper and he
accepted me kissing and holding me firmly with his hands on my hips.

'That is good, Simon,' he gazed at me with moist eyes and then wrapped his
arms around me and I felt his legs on my back, I was fully sheathed in his
willing body and I could feel his tight little arse clamp and relax on my
straining erection. 'Fuck me.'

Talk about an offer you can't refuse, I went for it. My very first boy fuck
and it was with a skinny Russian waif but what sex, he was great and I
plundered his tight little hole like I was one of these rape and pillage
merchants, a Hun or a Mongol maybe, no matter Sussex boy would do. I was
enjoying myself so much and it wasn't going to last, I was so hyped up and
he was so hot it came as a surprise when I felt myself go super hard and
then literally explode (well, not all that literally). My pride and joy
jerked and then I felt surge after surge of by boy juice shoot into his
warmth and he just lay there with that lazy smile on his face. His arse
clamped on me and seemed to milk me as I slowly moved in and out of my
slimy mess and lay on his sweaty belly.

'Good one, Simon,' he kissed me and I felt his hand caress my
buttocks. 'Fine bottom as well.'

'Thank you,' I grinned back feeling pretty pleased with myself. I knew what
he was after and if I was going to lose it, it may as well be with him. I
had the funniest feeling that if I was going to hang around with Eddy and
this little mob I'd better be willing to take as well as give.

It was obvious from the size of the house and the money involved that this
wasn't just a bunch of lads having fun, this was an organisation and I
needed to be careful. I was all for having a bit of fun and that included
boy on boy but I didn't want to get involved in anything commercial and
with this lot I suspected there was something out of the ordinary... to put
it mildly. Andre and his pal were Russians for God sake, they just didn't
pop up from nowhere, I had visions of the Russian Mafya lurking in the
bushes taking pictures of my bare arse waving in the breeze. I slipped free
and he did an instant role reversal, we rolled on the bed and his slender
frame was on top of mine and he was hard as in very hardrock solid, his
foreskin had gone walkabout and his glans was swollen and gleamed with
smears of his own precum . His stiffless squashed my flaccid cock and he
ground against me very obviously looking for payback.

'You're a virgin?' He gave me an evil smile.

'Yeah,' I croaked.

'Mmmm... just relax.' He kissed me and somehow we finished up in the bed
instead of on top of it and he spooned up behind me. I suppose it was his
idea of a deflowering but funnily enough |I felt better inside the bed,
less exposed. Ostrich head in the sand syndrome I expect but I could feel
his hot cock pressing into my crack and I lifted a leg slightly.

I shuddered as I felt the slip of oiled fingers between my cheeks and
steeled myself. The weirdest feeling of a finger against my hole and then
the even weirder feeling of two (yeah, two) fingers slipping inside. I
gasped (as one does) and grabbed the pillow but it was over. I could feel
him inside me moving and loosening. I wasn't daft, I knew this was a easing
and loosening routine and relaxed. The really sick thing was I wanted him
to do it, he'd given me pleasure and I wanted to do the same for him... and
then I wanted to do it all again with little mouthy Eddy.

'You alright with this, my Simon.'

'Go on,' I muttered into the pillow and then it happened. I felt a blunt
but slippery lump slide between my cheeks and then press against my pucker
and he was in me. Christ, it was a shock and it hurt a little but then it
was just a strange sensation of being filled and once his warm body was
glued to my back and he was shagging I didn't care any more...

I can't say I was in love with being shagged, it felt odd but it didn't
really hurt. What I did like was the tactile sensation of someone on me and
in me, for once in my life I felt joined to someone even if that was a
casual acquaintance. I could walk away from this little shag, this house
and these people and no one would be any the wiser. The fact was that as
Andre started to move in and out I began to like it. I liked the feel and
as he went faster I found myself pushing up against his thrusts and he
murmured his appreciation and nuzzled my neck and when he came or
cum... wowee!!

He seemed to swell inside me and then the weirdest pumping as his penis
quite clearly voided his sperm. His spunk shot inside me and it was warm,
slippery, squishy and I liked it... so sad but I did and that's that. I
pushed back and he dug in, it was over and at least I'd have no more
fear. I'd tried something and it was fine. It was clearly a price I had to
pay around here and that was fine as my next target was the munchkin, Eddy
or maybe the languid Vladimir. As we parted and cuddled under the bedding I
heard them come from the bathroom but we pretended to be asleep.

Andre mumbled something in Russian and kissed my nose.

'What was that in English?'

'Fuck me again,' he giggled softly and turned over in the bed presenting
his bottom. God, duty is such a stern taskmaster.



			    the Soap Continues



I know it's been a long time coming but I've been busy with my Eastern
European stuff. I've been trying to integrate 'The Depa Boys' and 'Jo's
Boys' and maybe some of the characters from 'The Addlestone Boys' without
getting over complicated and boring everyone to tears with the dross of
organisation, housemoving etc. etc.

Basically, you can only run so many 'soaps' at once and I call them 'soaps'
because they do have a beginning... they haven't got much of a plot... and
they certainly don't have an ending. I do write shorty short stories as
well.

Enjoy and remember that I do a few pictures of my characters as I see
them. If interested, the sooper dooper list is called MIXPIX1 and MIXPIX1A
for the Eastern Euro boys.  If you want a list of ALL my stories with their
Nifty dates and Sections gimme a buzz.

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