Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2008 22:08:31 +0000
From: G Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A SUMMER FLING

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
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A SUMMER FLING



by



G. Cutter





Hey nonny no - What a good way to start a English short story, it puts you
in mind of rosy cheeked rustics dancing around maypoles etc etc. Well, none
of that crap here... this one's smut plain and simple. Skies were blue, the
sun was shining and there was a good breeze coming up Channel which was
nice as I was on the Isle of Wight ferry and we'd just pulled away from
Portsmouth Harbour Station. The school term had just finished so I and many
other kids had started the long summer break. For me it would be the last,
I'd got all the required A Levels and had applied for places at three
Universities so now it was all down to a long wait. I wasn't too fussed,
I'd be free for over a year and would probably take up some sort of a job
to pay my way as I hadn't got weathy parents to sub me... a bit of envy
there guys. All the same they had funded me for a month with an unncle aunt
in Ryde, IOW. The Isle of Wight was quite well known for being very English
(a bit too much in fact) and being an elephant's graveyard which meant that
the bulk of the population were retirees but not all.

I'd had a fortnight the previous year when I'd been fifteen and my aunt and
uncle had made modest efforts to amuse me and then left me to my own
devices. In fact, I'd been given the use of their old caravan which was
dumped at the end of the garden. I didn't mind, they were getting on a bit
and I could pig out, wank my head off and listen to my music in peace. I
ate with them and we chatted but that was about it, they were very good
with me as at that age I didn't know if I was cuming or going. I'd got
involved with the local doctor's son in a rather steamy boy relationship
and it had turned out great fun, I'd lost my virginity to him and hadn't
looked back from there on. Well, once the initial fumble and mandatory
mutual masturbation was out of the way we progressed onto better
things. The cracker was we never got caught and I don't think anyone
suspected as I was fifteen and he was slightly older so there was nothing
out of order with us being chums.

I hoped to see him this time around but he was working or so he'd said on
the phone and hadn't seemed overly interested which was a bummer. Never
mind, life is full of opportunity and the Isle of Wight in spite of the
retirees was jumping with youngsters in 'the season' as they called it and
as I've said my aunt and uncle weren't the supervisory sort.

I leant on the rail on the upper deck surveying the talent (and I mean
young teeny boys and youth), one of my hobbies. One particular blonde
caught my eye and to be honest I was thinking what a fine arse she had for
a girl, quite boyish in fact, quite yummy as well in tight blue faded
jeans. As she turned to chat to a pal I realised that she was a he, it was
the shoulder length blonde hair that had done it. It (or he) was a bloody
vision, the aforementioned long blonde hair... very eighties, tight jeans
with the routine knee tears, a sweatshirt with a lightweight jacket a fresh
face with a really cute pug nose. I was into creamy knicker mode
instantaneously. My sixteen year old hormones had gone into overdrive.

I suppose I should say at this stage that I was the complete opposite,
under six foot but skinny (slender sounds better). I was often called
swarthy but that always sounds grubby to me, I preferred to think of myself
as sallow or dark skinned. I was a smoothy darky though, no five o'clock
shadow with this kid. I had black hair cut in an old fashioned crew on top
and long at the side and back... Oh, yeah, I thought I was pretty
dishy. Well, the doctor's boy Martin did anyway. Getting back to him, he
was very assertive and initially treated me like a fuck toy but I got that
sorted out in the end. Suffice to say he bottomed out OK although he did so
with bad grace.

Back to the ferry... Blondy glanced down the deck and his gaze lingered on
me for a moment and I swear there was something there, probably my
imagination. His companions went inside possibly to head for the cafeteria
or bar but he remained on deck and slowly walked aft towards the stern
which was rigged as a sort of games area, I supposed I should have called
it the poop deck but I'm a bit hazy on what they call the bits of ferries.

We cleared Blockhouse, the old Submarine Base and the bow took a dive,
nothing to get excited about but most of the fair weather spectators headed
for cover. It was a beautiful day although the breeze was a bit chilly and
my man or boy was heading towards the stern with his long blonde hair
blowing like a rather sexy young Viking I thought in my besotted
imagination. He paused a couple of times and feeling like a complete wally
or more like an amateur stalker I stopped as well. I studied him and I'm
sure he must have been aware I was tailing him, in one instant he actually
flashed me a quick grin. He was bloody beautiful, slim, trim and my fuses
spluttered at the thought of him naked. Totally too much and absolutely
wicked. I'd dream about this one for a month. I could even feel an erection
below but it was painfully constrained in my tight briefs which made it
even worse but at least I didn't have pointy camos.

He buggered around with some of the games equiupment and draped himself
over the solid metal guardrail looking at the wake as it churned out behind
us. We had begun to dip and roll a bit and the upper deck was deserted. It
was then I moved in. I must admit I wasn't used to picking people up and
was normally painfully shy but the worse he could do would be to tell me to
fuck off. Feeling defeated already I sauntered upto him and leant over the
rail about a yard away.

'Nice day,' I uttered the first thing that came into my mind and cringed. I
sounded like a complete idiot.

'Yeah,' he replied in a surprisingly deep voice. Manchester or maybe Leeds,
somewhere up that way definitely not a local boy.

'You holidaymaking or on business?' Another stupid remark and I felt myself
redden which I hoped he put down to the wind.

'Nah, I'm on a school trip for a couple of weeks,' he stared at me and I
noticed his green eyes and unblemished skin. 'You?'

'Staying with relatives for a month just outside Ryde.'

'Ah, Ryde.' He grinned. 'We're in a hostel or something on the outskirts it
seems.'

'I probably know it,' I replied feeling a bit more comfortable now. I
wondered how old he was, probably fourteen or fifteen. 'I've just finished
with school so this is my official gap year I suppose.'

'Lucky you, I've got all that next year.' He looked at me and gave me that
smile again. At least it firmly placed him at fifteen, old enough to know
all about it and old enough to know how to do it but then again I was a
master at making assumptions and normally the wrong ones. 'I was told it's
pretty quite on the Island,' he looked at me seeming quite happy to chat.

'Depends if you like rambling or not, it's nice country, some nice cliffs
and beaches. The night life if pretty good if you're into arcades and kiddy
bars.'

'Not really,' he pulled a face. 'I expect we'll have a curfew, we have a
school master minding us although he seems OK.'

'Probably.' I agreed 'Anyway, I'm Peter Cutter.' I stuck my hand out and he
formally shook it. His grasp was warm and firm enough without being one of
those silly knuckle crunchers.

'Simon Jones.'

'Won't your pals miss you Simon?' I made a point of getting his name
in. Simon, I loved it, it suited him, Sweet Simon, Sexy Simon... aah.

'Nah,' he shrugged as if unconcerned. 'They'll all be chatting about the
birds they're gonna swag.'

'Not on the Isle of Wight they won't,' I laughed. 'Unless they like them on
zimmer frames.'

'Yeuchy,' he laughed. 'You got a girl friend awaiting you, Pete.'

'No, not my style.' Well, his question had been a bit personal with a near
stranger but I'd handled it well He now had something to think about and
that is making another big assumption: Was he all that interested anyway.

'And what's your style?' He gazed over the stern and I was fucked. Hoist on
my own petard as they say, I was gazumped. I looked at the side of his face
with the light downy hairs reaching down in front of his ears and the
thicker mass hiding his collar.

'Oh, I dunno,' I felt like a prat, I'd started something and I didn't know
how to finish it .

'I've got to have a pee,' he stood up and clasped the rail. 'Any idea where
things are on this barge?'

'I'll show you.' God was on my side. As we wobbled across the deck which
had a fair bit of movement in it I noticed that he was as tall as I was
which was around five feet ten but probably not so muscular. He certainly
didn't seem too concerned with the ferry bobbing up and down, most of the
passengers would be honking up by now as the further we got into the Solent
the more the bow was going up and down and it would be termed a bumpy ride
by the regulars. Past the Island in the open Channel it would be rough but
the Spithead and the Solent were sheltered waterways or so they said.

The toilets or the heads were the same as on most ferries and passenger
ships, you peed into a bowl suspended on the wall (or bulkhead) and there
was what they call a modesty panel between the fittings. I went in first
and was surprised to see him stand right alongside me which is
unusual. Most people opt for at least one space between but Simon didn't
and that's when it grabbed me. He either wanted a peep or he wanted peeping
at, possibly a combination of the two. Of course I took advantage and had a
look to be rewarded by the sight of a long uncircumcised boy cock being
stretched and squeezed and then shook about. I knew he ogled me as well but
no matter, we now both knew what each other had to offer.

'Wanna go up front?' He grinned at me and I grinned back, I must have past
the test.

'Forrard.' I corrected him.

'Whatever,' he laughed. 'Unless you have some bright ideas.'

'The boat deck, up above. It's nice and cosy by the funnel.'

'Private?' He reddened slightly.

'When there's a bit of a blow,' I looked at him directly. 'As private as
you'll get on a ferry.'

'Come on then,' he smiled nervously and his voice broke in a squeak.

I led the way and don't forget I had done this trip in company and on my
own a few times so I did know my way around the ferries. I knew all the
life rafts and other safety equipment were racked around the base of the
funnel and it was a bit of a labrynth, a good place to find a bit of
privacy and out of the wind. It would normally be infested with kids but
not today I fancied.

'It's deserted,' I declared as we climbed up the steps to the upper
deck. Hardly surprising with the smoke and the wind blowing in all over the
place. I imagined the ferry was probably less than half full and we had the
place to ourselves. 'In here,' I led around some lashed down deck furniture
into an alcove.

'What's this?' He gave me a little smile. 'Peter's little parlour?'

'Privacy.' I took the supreme risk and hoped that I'd read his body
language right. I reached out and held his waist pulling him in. He
resisted for just one moment and he was in my arms.

'Thank God,' he gave a gusty sigh and melted into my arms. My hands went
inside his jacked and I could feel his slender frame though his sweat
shirt. 'Thank God for that.' he tilted his face up and I softly kissed him
on his sweet lips and that was the final gamble. He kissed me back and I
felt his slippery tongue probe at my lips and then my teeth, I also felt
his groin pressing against mine, this kid was desperately needy.

'Thank God,' I agreed through the kiss.

'How long we got?'

'Not long, anyone could take it into their head to wander up here.'

'Fuck it,' he grinned and then I felt his hand down between us and he
gently held the fork of my camos. 'Mmmmm...' his eyes sparkled. 'I've got
to see you over the fortnight, we've got to get together.'

'Closely?'

'As close as we can get,' he giggled and guided my hand down to the front
of his jeans. I was chuffed to feel the hardness and the length within. He
wasn't a midget in the dick department and he was hard and he was
willing. I had no more worries about his body language, he wanted me and I
wanted him and for a little bit more than a kiss and a cuddle.

It would be nice to say (making a very short story) that we stripped off
and had romantic and meaningful sex there and then but, of course, we
didn't. We weren't fuckin' mad, it was blowing a gale and the smoke from
the funnel was swirling about nearly choking us. However, we did have a
good fumble and an even better snog. more importantly we determined that we
were both serious. We weren't kids, well, not really and we had desires by
which I mean the dirty ones. We both wanted to go the whole hog and root
(good one that).

'I gotta see you over the holiday,' I rasped nuzzling his smooth neck and
fondling his soft bottom. 'A couple of sleepovers.'

'Hey, slow down,' he laughed.

'What..?' The disappointment must have showed in my face.

'Yeah,' he giggled. 'Yeah, to the sleepover but I'm in some sort of a
hostel. How are you fixed at your place?'

'No probs, I had a mate stopped over with me last year. Believe it or not I
use a caravan at the bottom on my uncle's garden.'

'Wow, weird,'he giggled. 'A bit primitive.'

'Who cares if you're in bed with a beautiful boy.'

'Flattery will get you everywhere,' he laughed again. 'Naked in a caravan
under the stars in Peter's strong arms,' he whispered and I felt his cold
hands slip under my jumper and stroke my bare skin. 'So smooth as well,' he
sighed and I felt his hardness mash against mine through his jeans and my
camos.

'We'd better get undercover, it's starting to rain.'

'Yeah,' he regretfully pulled free and looked at me with a shy
smile. 'Shall I get our address, phone number and whatnot and let you
know. We are going to meet again?'

'Damn right,' I grabbed him for the last time and reeled him in for a kiss,
this time my tongue went straight into his mouth and we swayed together in
the drizzle for one glorious moment and then it was over.

We went down into the saloon where his cronies were sitting chatting and a
couple of them were looking a bit green, not all were good sailors it
seemed and I sat with them. I got a vague introduction but none of them
seemed all that bothered. A funny bunch but it was explained by the fact
that most of them hardly knew each other, they came from different schools
and even different towns. I gathered the reason was it was just about the
cheapest of the school trips and it looked to be an upcoming nightmare
although doubtless they'd get friendlier as time passed in close
company. They'd only had the meeting, the train trip and now the ferry to
get acquainted and at least three of the dozen were feeling 'slightly
ill'. You've got to laugh at that one but things were calming down as we
got in the lee of the island and Simon managed to find me a copy of his
address and phone number.

Serendipity strikes.

'Two streets over from my aunt and uncle's,' I grinned feeling like a dog
that's nicked a bone.

'Brill,' he smirked. 'I could come around once we've settled in.'

'I could come and collect you once I've said hello to my people,' I said
quietly. 'A good intro goes a long way.'

'So it does,' he grinned and I felt his leg press against mine under the
table.

We spent some time poring over his paperwork, meal times, trips around the
island, free time, blah, blah, blah. It was a bit of a potmess of a
schedule and the bulk of it was voluntary, they didn't have to do the
things outlined if they didn't want to. One thing they had to do and that
was liaise with their 'minder' which seemed fair enough, he was their
surrogate parent after all. I noted that their first full day (which was
tomorrow) was a free day and another interesting fact, they would be
accomodated two to a room.

'You could get lucky here,' I said as the others started to move around, we
were slowing for the berthing.

'I've got lucky already,' he grinned. 'Peter and his little caravan.'

'I'll pick you up around seven,' I handed him a slip of paper with my
address and details on. 'See if you can get a night out... no harm in
asking.'

'Worth a go,' he shrugged and grinned. 'Dunno who my room mate will be,' he
eyeballed the other kids who seemed to range from around thirteen to his
own age.

'You could get lucky,' I grinned and he could. He wasn't the only good
looker although in my eyes he was the pick of the crop.

We parted when we disembarked and my uncle was there as promised in his old
car. We had an amiable enough get together and he was full of the
improvements he'd done to 'my' caravan on the way back to the house. I
slipped in the fact that a friend of mine was staying in a local hostel and
I might wish to invite him around and possibly stop over but he didn't seem
overly interested. In fact, I don't think he was even listening, he was too
busy talking.

'You'll miss your pal, Martin. He's gone to Italy for two or three weeks.'
He informed me.

'It happens,' I laughed. A minor complication out of the way, now I could
really concentrate on Simon. God, I needed him so much. I hadn't had any
boy contact for months, I just wanted to get naked with him and do what
boys do.

'Mary's got a lunch going,' he told me as we drew up at the house. 'I'll
give you a tour of your new snuggery after we eat.'

'Fine, much appreciated Uncle Freddy.'

'I was a boy once,' he laughed. 'You don't want to live in with a pair of
old farts and we don't want you flopping around the place like a dead
fish,' he looked at me. You do your thing and we do ours... fair enough?'

'Fair enough,' I agreed. 'Thanks all the same, I'll try not to be too much
bother.'

'You won't be, you're a good lad,' he declared confidently.

Aunt Mary did a good meal as she always did and I was well and truly
bloated at the end of it. However, no rest for the wicked and I was in for
a pleasant surprise. My uncle was an all round hobbyist and the interior of
the caravan was changed in many ways. The bed and it's compartment had
found it's way to the end, the small toilet and kitchen space had been
combined and streamlined somehow making a larger lounge. This was all on a
small scale all the same but he had opened things out. It was nuch better
and a job well done, he must have spend days on it.

'Your cousins Jimmy and Joseph had two weeks in here a month ago, they
liked it.' He looked at me expectantly.

'I should hope so,' I looked at him. 'It's bloody brilliant.'

'Excellent,' he grinned. I'd made his day and the thought of Simon on that
bed made my toes curl, the other thing straightened out.  The great thing
was he'd got an old TV and tape machine from somewhere and I knew there was
a rental shop down the road.  The millenium had actually arrived and by
hooky or by crooky I was entertaining later on. Hot water this time
around,' he pointed out a new tap and washbasin. 'I was thinking about a
shower unit in time.'

'Great.' Shortly after that he made off leaving me to it after informing me
that an evening meal would be available around six with the usual proviso
or the standard rule from last holiday, keep Aunty Mary informed if I'd be
in or out. I flopped out on the bed which was just as comfortable as I
remembered and idly wondered what my two cousins got upto in here. Jimmy
was eleven and Joseph was thirteen I think but don't quote me on that, a
right age for fuckery I would have thought but as brothers maybe just
playing around.

I had a bit of a nap and thought thoughts, needless to say these were about
Simon and in the main were fantasies of me shagging his pert little white
bottom. More assumptions but pretty safe and I wondered if he went both
ways. I must admit I'd got a bit of a taste for boy cock after my last stay
on the Island but Simon was a lot less butch (for want of a word) than
Martin. I could enjoy it with Simon and hoped that he wasn't a little girl,
that would be too cruel. OK, OK... so I was into two way, I much preferred
to be the dominant partner but there was also a certain buzz in letting
your mate have his fill... two happy bunnies were better than one after
all. Still half asleep I tottered out for supper having not even bothered
changing. I had a bit of groundwork to lay with the aunt and uncle. To be
blunt I don't think they gave a toss what I did but a bit of spade work
wouldn't go amiss.

Over supper I explained that Simon was an old schoolchum and that it was a
complete accident that I'd met him on the ferry. We were very close mates,
etc. etc. They seemed to swallow it hook line and sinker or maybe they were
completely disinterested, it was always hard to know with them. In fact,
they were a strange pair, they had a grown up son who lived up in Scotland
and they seemed to take in myself and other cousins quite regularly, feed
us, look after us and then have not the slightest interest in what we got
upto. Or maybe it was just me, I'd like to think they were more careful or
caring with my two young cousins, Jimmy and Jo-Jo who were a pair of
tearaways.

After supper I told them I was going to walk around to see Simon and he may
or may not sleepover,. Apart from telling me not to play my music too loud
and giving me a key to the backdoor that was it. I was on my own. I phoned
Simon on the way and told him I was coming over, he just told me his room
number and I was on my way. Had he got night out or hadn't he? I'd find our
very shortly, failing the night out I'd have to shag him around the back of
the hostel.

I found it in the end and it all looked pretty quiet seeing it was
dedicated to kids visiting the Island. I asked a couple of lads in the
reception area and they pointed me up the stairs and after a bit of a
search in the gloomy and unlit corridors very similar to those sleazy
hotels you see in the CSIs I found it. I could hear the tinny sounds of a
radio and knocked on the door. He opened up and to my dick jerking delight
he was bare chested and he grinned and invited me in.

'Be shocked,' he whispered and I was. There were two single beds in the
room with minimal furniture but there was a naked boy on one of the beds
face down displaying a cute, pert, munchable, kissable and totally groin
enhancing bottom. 'That's Jerry,' he grinned widely.

'Aw, shit. You could tell me if someone's coming in,' the boy, Jerry
hurriedly pulled a towel over himself as he rolled on the bed to lay on his
back. 'Hello,' he looked at me and I saw he was thirteen or possibly
fourteen. Simon had got lucky big time.

'Hi. Jerry,' I put on my best smile and spoke to Simon. 'Did you get any
luck with your minder, master, whatever he is.' I was referring to the
night out of course.

'Yeah, he was OK but he wasn't to happy with me leaving Jerry alone on his
first night.'

'Have fun,' Jerry scowled. I'll be with Mick and Charles most of the night,
we're gonna play pool and watch some TV. Maybe even have a wander around
later.'

'His mates,' Simon explained although I'd worked that one out for myself.

'He staying round at yours tonight?' Jerry asked being nosey as kids are.

'Yeah,' I grinned. 'We go back a bit... old pals.'

'Yeah,' Jerry grinned and I could see he didn't believe a word I'd said. I
probably fucked up. Simon could have said we met on the ferry and I'd gone
and put my foot in my big mouth but sod it, it was nothing to do with Jerry
after all. From what I'd seen when I entered the room he was either a
complete innocent or he was putting himself on offer, let's face it, lots
of naughty boys would have been sitting on his bed chatting him up with a
view to you know what. Kid's don't often lay around naked at least not on
their first night with a complete stranger.

'I'll be with you in a minute,' Simon raked around for a shirt and I sat on
his bed trying to keep my eyes neutral and that means off of both him and
the modestly covered Jerry. I now had two wet dreams fixed in my
imagination.

Just before Simon finished getting himself sorted out Jerry rolled over
onto his belly again giving another flash of his gently rounded little
bottom befopre pulling the towel over himself. In trhe process he gave me a
cheeky little smile and I could have sworn he gave me a wink or he had a
tic in one eye. I preferred to think wink, it did my ego the world of
good. Perhaps the trip was for a party of juvenile gays, stranger things
happen nowadays.

'So, how's your people... aunty and uncle isn't it?'

'Yeah, they're fine. Usual thing with them, they're on another planet.'

Simon laughed. 'That Jerry's something else, I'm sure he's putting it
around - I just got that feeling.'

'So did I,' I agreed with him. 'Cultivate him, bring him around my place if
he looks like he wants to play.'

'You don't mind?'

'Not as long as I have first grab at you.'

'Guaranteed,' he laughed as we walked into town. I thought we could pop in
a coffee shop or sometrhing, no point in rushing back it was barely seven
and it wouldn't even start to get dark until nearly nine. We did have all
night together after all and in a funny way I was nervous. It was all too
good to be true, there had to be a plane engine drop on the caravan like
the Donny Darko film or a bloody tsunami or earthquake. I never got this
lucky.  Achieving a shag on a first date, just not my style. Even Martin,
the doctor's son had taken three nights before he actually got inside me,
mind you, they were a bloody good three nights.

We stayed out until it started to get dark, I took Simon around the
waterfront pointing out the sights for what they were worth and eventually
wandered back home. As a matter of courtesy I dragged him into see the
relatives as they were my hosts after all and the aunty made us a mug of
cocoa apiece to get us on our way but I could see that they were more
interested in their televison than my guest. I seemed to remember that they
told us there would be a breakfast for nine o'clcock and then I suppose we
were effectively dismissed, put it this way, the conversation dried up so
we made our escape.

I pointed out the outside toilet to Simon which was a bit antique but even
lovers need toilets and privacy, we were now about to get to the privacy
bit. It had been a long day for me and a longer one for Simon but I don't
think either of us were thinking about sleep, we had other things on our
minds.

'Hey, nice... wicked,' Simon grinned. 'A little love nest.'

'Bed time as well,' I switched on the radio after locking the door of
course and grabbed him in a bear hug and at last we relaxed. I felt him in
my arms and slowly peeled his lightweight jacket off leaving him in a well
washed sweat shirt which I delved into clasping his firm young torso. He
had a t-shirt on under the sweat but I was inside that handling his warm
flesh bearing him back onto the bed. Of course, he wasn't a shy boy he was
busy at my waistband and zip but we abandoned the undressing for a super
snog. We were going all the way with this one, I knew what I was doing and
he was certainly no virgin so we just pigged out on each other, I think
they call it foreplay.

'Jeez, that's big,' he'd finally got his hand inside my camos and was
fondling my erection through my boxers and I was leaking. I groaned and
pumped into his hand but I was also struggling trying to dispose of his
sweat and the undershirt which I did in the end exposing his pale skinned
chest and his beautifully flat belly complete with cute innie navel. Being
blonde he was smooth other than some silken hairs under his arms and as to
what lay below... I was about to find out. I shucked off my top gear and we
got down to it as we writhed around on the bed getting rid of his jeans and
my camos and at last we lay near naked, he in tight briefs and me in my
baggy boxers. We both sported hardons naturally enough and I was glad to
see that he was no baby, he may look girly and he was certainly slim and
trim rather than well built as I was but he had his quota of boy cock and
he just lay there with a smile on his face as I slowly drew down his
tighties gradually exposing his long and surprisingly thick spike. He was
as big as I was down there in spite of his lack of bodily bulk and I held
it gently examining it in detail.

A large and well formed glans, dark red now and it's skin was as tight as a
drum as he strained in my hand slowly moving his hips up and down as I
gently wanked his beautiful cock, The shaft was hot and hard and a good
handful but as for pubics, they were sparse as his underarm hair and just
as silken. His scrotum was up tight and heavy... his boyish form gave no
indication of his mansized equipment that was for sure. Just as an aside,
this kid would give as good as he got and in a funny way I was looking
forward to it.

'Stop playing about,' he giggled. 'Get those boxers off and let's compare
notes.'

That is exactly what I did and at last we lay naked together my darker skin
against his paleness. I think on reflection my equipment was a bit bigger
than his and I certainly had more in the way of pubics but we weren't up
for best in class, we were going to make love and he made the first move in
the main game. He had been nuzzling at my neck and kissing my throat but he
started to move down and I ran my fingers through his long hair as his lips
drifted across my chest and down onto my belly. I sighed my satisfaction as
he grasped my penis and I felt the first swipe of his tongue and then his
mouth took it in and I nearlt fainted as his warmth and wetness began to
move on me.

'Spin around,' I croaked and manhandled him around on the bed, I took the
opportunity to caress his smooth little boy bottom as he reversed. It was
beautiful, so smooth, so tiny and so tight. I felt my hardness twitch in
his mouth as he sucked and positioned his crotch above my head. Gently
holding his stiff meat steady I guided it down to my mouth and took my
first taste of his meaty essence. I heard him groan around my cock and I
held his soft buttocks as he slowly pumped up and down into my mouth.

He started up on top and then we went down onto our sides anfter that I
took up the crouch and he lay flat. We tok our time and in the end we both
came about the same time, I gagged on his huge cum and he swallowed me
quite easily gobbling and gulping like he was really enjoying himself. Then
again, why not. I liked his cum, I liked his taste and I liked the way his
hardness began to soften but didn't shrink, it remained at it's extented
length. Simon was ready for me he just needed a breather and then for the
real big event. I was going to shag his little white bottom so hard he'd be
screaming for more... well, that was the dream, how it would turn out was
anyone's guess.

'You cum loads,' he grinned happily as he snuggled upto me and we exchanged
kisses again although this time the smear of cum was on our lips and faces.

'So do you,' I stroked his soft and slippery cock feeling the heat and the
hardness beginning again. 'Randy Boy.'

'Yeah, I'm sex starved,' he glanced at me and went serious suddenly. 'Tell
me, you do both... you do go both ways.'

'I go both ways,' I stated without any shame. 'Especially with someone like
you.'

'Great,' he smiled. 'You're a dish, I couldn't believe it when you started
following me around on the ferry.'

'Yeah, a bit soppy but we got there in the end.'

'The preview in the bogs helped' he laughed and we rolled inwards to face
each other both grasping each others awaken members (terrible word)... we
grabbed each other's cocks, how's about that for blunt.

'You've got a yummy bummy,' I softly ran my hand over his smooth buttocks
tracing my forefinger down his crack. As he didn't object I wiggled it a
little and felt it slip between his soft mounds which suddenly became hard
as he flexed and clamped on my probes.

'You say the naffest things,' he grinned and pursed his lips as my finger
moved in and out. 'That kid, Jerry's got big dick for a brat,' he remarked
conversationally. 'And a sweet arse.'

'Gimme an intro when you've cracked it,' I pulled him in tightly and rolled
onto my back so that he was on top. He opened his legs and this time my
fingers found his tight little hole and pushed and prodded a little more
forceably.

'A threesome,' he giggled and wriggled around and as he did I felt his dry
boy fanny reluctantly yield and then I was into his inner heat and his
tightness. 'Aaaaah...' he gagged a moan and I felt his hardness moving
against my own. He was so ripe he was falling off the tree and I had just
the stuff to move things along. I slowly and gently slipped from under him
and coaxed him into laying on his belly which he did quite happily, the
next thing was I left him for a brief second and got my trusty Savlon from
my patch pocket in the camos.

'What's that,' he looked over his shoulder curiously and it seemed
expectantly.

'Savlon.'

'I thought that was for burns, it's always in those First Aid kits you
get.'

'It has other uses,' I grinned and knelt with my knees forcing his apart,
he must have known it was time as he wriggled himself comfortable even
dragging a pillow down and tucking it under his middle.

'Take it easy,' he whispered and sexily wriggled his pure white bottom. and
opened his legs even wider in an open invitation.

God, I could see his little puckered surround and his smooth hole and
taking a glob of Savlon fron the tub softly smeared it dead centre and
gently pushed. My finger slipped inside him disappearing down to the knucle
and he gave a little gasp and clamped on me but it was to late. My finger
was moving in and out and he made little flexing and relaxing moves in time
to my thrusts.

'Nice,' I hissed as his heat and tightness gripped my oiled finger and I
hit the button.

'Oooooh... Peter,' he whined and pushed up onto my thrusts. 'Jeez, I'm so
hard.'

'Soon, baby,' I crooned and smeared some of the white lotion on my glans,
not too much as I didn't want a sloppy ride and I'm sure Simon didn't want
that either.

'Do me,' he demanded clamping his bottom and expelling my finger. His hole
gaped for a moment and slowly closed but it was ready, he wasn't a virgin
and as he made little muscular contractions his tiny ring pouted as if
begging for cock and cock was what he was going to get. I placed my swollen
glans dead centre and pushed. 'Aaaah...' he clenched the bedding and moaned
but the initial penetration was quickly done, I was inside his lovely
bottom and moving. As he lay there sighing and moving arund on me I
carefully fucked my way into his sweet gut until I felt my pubes press
againmst his soft bottom. One shove from him and a pressure from me and I
was in totally and deeply... we were joined and my six inches (or whatever
it was) of youful cock was burried in his tunnel of love. He was mine and
later on I'd be his. 'Wowsers... that's big,' he groaned and I felt him
clamp and ease on me. 'Donkey Kong,' he sniggered and relaxed.

'Sweet Cheeks...' Yeah, I know. What a load of tripe but when you're doing
it with someone you really like rather that the casual shag you do get to
say things you'd rather forget. At the time I meant every word I said. He
was perfection to me, my ideal and mine for the night and I started slowly
but things soon got out of hand. In the end we finished kneeling 'a la
doggy' and I gave him a good, solid and very meaty fucking. He loved it, he
whined and moaned but he kept pushing back onto me and at the end begged me
to go harder and deeper as if I could. My knob must have been in the back
of his throat as it was and he was fabulous. I didn't know how much
experience he'd had and I didn't want to as I held his narrow hips and
plundered his little love nest, his sweet bottom. He was as hard as a rock
and dribbling in spite of his earlier cum but as he tried to wank I removed
his hand, he'd thank me later. The only place his boy juice was going was
in me not onto the bedding. I had wants and needs as well and one of them
was his warm smoothness on me and in me.

'Ooooooh, Sy,' I rammed in hard and deeply as I felt my juices take their
burning path from my root to my tip and then surge, splash and spurt into
his tightly clamped bum.

'Ooo...er,' he pushed back for the last time and his head dropped covering
his face with his long blonde hair. I slowly moved messily inside him and
stroked his sweaty torso as we collapsed onto the bed. It was done and he
was still glued to me and I still moved albeit slowly inside his spunk
flooded gut. I'd done good and was feeling proud of myself. We made a good
pair and we'd make it a damn sight more than once a night of that I was
sure. 'Messy, messy,' he whispered as I slowly slid free and placed a towel
between his legs.

'You alright?' I cuddled his sweaty body.

'I'm full,' he grinned.

'I'm fucked,' I retorted.

'Not yet,' he did a Groucho Mark with his eyebrows which isn't easy
especially when you haven't got a lot. 'I'd like to watch you doing that
Jerry.'

'Perv.'

'You can watch me as well.'

'OK, no probs.' I laughed. 'But not tonight.'

'Not tonight,' he agreed. 'But soon?' He looked at me like a little puppy
and I laughed. He was on holiday and wanted as much as he could get, suited
me. I'd look after him and anyone else he wanted to bring into our little
circle or maybe a budding circle would be a better description. He was
dreaming after all but to complete the night it was his turn now and I was
looking forward to it in a funny way. I was also thinking about Jerry's
naked body or what I'd seen of it.

'Jesus, you're getting hard again,' he looked at me and laughed. 'Some
stamina.'

'Some boyfriend,' I countered and dragged him onto myself relishing his
sweatiness, his warm body and the hardness between his legs, my lover was
ready to go. I slid free and spent some time plugging him with a bit of
towel, I was a bit proud that my spunk was oozing from his hole, I'd
excelled myself and was feeling a bit bigheaded until he settled me down
and mounted me shedding his femme bit like a cloak. I put it down to the
Abba haircut and that was the blonde girl I was talking about, also his
rather girly features made for sweetness rather than macho man but once he
started to work that long pole of his up into my belly I changed my
mind. This was no bitch boy, far from it, he gave as good as he'd got and
deep in my heart I was as chuffed as a little girl. At last an equal
partner and as he rumped me I quite happily pushed back onto his rampant
hardness and squeezed hard on his youthful cock.

'You're a good fuck,'; he growled effortlessly slipping in and out of my
well relaxed ring. 'Good fuck for a Butch Boi,' he giggled.

'The night is young,' I said at a loss for words for once. 'Harder, Sy.'

He grunted quite happily and soon the caravan was silent other than the
slap of his smooth, well muscled belly slapping on my bum as he worked for
his climax. He finished up laying on my sweat sheened back with his lips on
my neck and his long hair trailing down the side of my face. I was gone, I
was in love at least for this holiday and as soon as I'd got my breath back
I was going to give him a long slow one, I couldn't get enough of his sweet
boy fanny and from the sounds he was making he was equally taken with mine.

Birds of a feather flock together... sounds good. Like minded boys get
glued together... Nah, doesn't scan but you get the message. Later on
inbetween cuddles, snogs, sex and sneaking out to the toilet we even found
time to chat about Jerry who Simon found out was, in fact, thirteen and
somewhere along the line he moved from the Wish List to the Hit
List. Chloroform might come into it but we were both determined to get him
into that caravan. Bloody amazing what you find to talk about in the early
hours of the morning huddled under a mountain of blankets and a couple of
duvets. The place smelled like a bordello but what's new and as we finally
drifted off to an uneven sleep I dreamt of Jerry laying between us being
used and abused by both (natch).

We were awake early but that's routine in a caravan, apart from being cold
birds jumping around on the tin roof tend to get you going.

'You awake, Pete,' I felt Simon snuggled up against me and I also felt his
hardness pressing against my side.

'Just.'

'What time is it?'

'Just gone five.'

'Holy Hell, Batman.'

'Exactly,' I rolled in to face him and have a snuggle, I love the early
morning bit. Getting closer and closer until we were nearly mating and by
the way sharing our body heat. We had stacks of bedding but it was still
cold and the thought of scurrying across the garden to the toilet was out
of the question. 'How do you feel this morning?' I asked doing my host bit.

'Randy,' he giggled and he guided my hand down onto his penis. He was
right, he was as hard as an iron bar and I slowly moved his covering skin
on the hard inner shaft as he clung to me and his lips nuzzled at my
neck. 'I'll have to stay in the Club tonight, I can't stay out too many
nights.'

'I know,' I admitted and it was pretty obvious that he couldn't be under
someone's charge and then disappear for days or even nights. Maybe two a
week would be OK or even next weekend but we had to maintain some sense. My
relatives wouldn't mind, they didn't know what day it was but his Club
would and especially whoever was responsible for him. 'You'll be able to
work on Jerry,' I whispered and God know's why I was whispering. 'If he
doesn't attack you first.'

'You think he's a goer? He giggled and slowly fucked into my hand.

'Got to be after yesterday's performance. You don't act like that with a
complete stranger unless you're looking for trouble or a bit of a fumble.'

'He's pretty tasty anyway.'

'Yeah, did you see his front bit?'

'No,' Simon laughed. 'I got a flash but apart from seeing he had dark pubes
that was all I saw... he was so bloody quick.'

'Nice bum though.'

'Indeedy,' he grasped my hardness and moulded it to his own slowly wanking
the two together as I moved my hands onto his smooth flanks savouring the
smoothness and texture of his firm bubbles. 'I bet you'd think I was a slag
if I turned around and shoved my bum onto your stiffy...'

I might,' I admitted. 'But I wouldn't say so, I'd just be grateful... and
gentle.'

'Fair enough,' he giggled again and rolled away from me presenting his bum
and I just smeared some spit on the end of my knob and entered his hole
still moist from the last performance and still as incredibly tight and
welcoming. 'Yessss...' I clung to his back working my hips and moving
inside him until my pubes crushed up against his soft bottom.

'I could get to llike this,' he whispered and pushed back firmly sealing
the union and we lay silent for a moment in the still of the dawn as my
meat nestled in his damp boy cunt. It was wonderful and even more so as I
began to move and he did in unison. We fucked well together and I was over
the moon. What a way to start a holiday, one bedded and one in the
gunsights. I blew his long hair aside and kissed his smooth neck as he
pressed back against my advances. I took my time, there was no rush and it
was a nice way of keeping warm, it beat central heating any day of the
week.

When I came in him it was a good one again, we were getting used to each
other. I slipped free and rolled over, he rolled at the same time and gave
me a nice lazy fuck like I'd did for him. I was still shellshocked how a
slender and girly kid like him could be such a good fucker but you
shouldn't stereoype people and Simon was a bit on a one off.

'I suppose I've got to fraternise with the hoi poloi today, we have to
discuss where we're going to visit and yaddah, yaddah.' he looked a bit
miserable for a moment and then smiled. 'When am I seeing you again?'

'Tomorrow, I'll meet you for breakfast in your cafeteria. I'm going to
spend the day getting the right side of Uncle Fred and tell a pack of lies
about you. How we've know each other for years, etc, etc.'

'Will he believe you, my accent isn't exactly posh.'

'Nor is mine,' I grinned. 'Just a bit further south than yours.'

'I'm gonna try a bit of charm on Jerry tonight, maybe do a flopping around
naked fresh from the shower bit.'

'Do that with me and it'd be instant shag.'

'Maybe with him, who knows?' We relaxed again and eventually got up and had
a very superficial tidy in Uncle's makeshift washup but at least we had hot
water and after that we had the breakfast promised and I walked Simon back
to his place. I spent the morning raking around doing a bit of shopping and
basically cruising. There were a lot of holidaymakers around but on the
bottom line I had Simon and an outside chance at Jerry so I wasn't too
fussed.

It had turned out quite warm and Uncle Fred had me working in the
afternoon. I might have skirted on the point that he was a hobbyist or a
do-it-yourself freak and he got it into his head to rig up an open air
shower. The good bit was that it was clearly for myself and the assorted
cousins who visited the place so we stationed it on the caravan's hidden
side, that was hidden from the house. There was a gap of around ten paces
between the 'van and the overgrown hedge so it was a perfect place. I
copped the donkey work of course which was lifting the turf for the hose
and digging a trench of approximately six inches. Very rough and ready but
it ran off the yard tap and would be ideal for long sweaty days which going
by today's weather could well be on us. It looked like I'd picked the right
month although the nights would still be cold. I wondered if I could talk
him into a heater, we did have electricity in the 'van already but I didn't
want to impose, he wasn't a rich man at all, just very willing.

Strange really, for a pair that had no children they entertained all sorts
of nephews (to them), cousins (to me) and then completely ignored them when
they arrived. Suited me all the same and I wondered how my two little lads
Jimmy and Joseph got on. They were a pair of little blondes and my
favourites, I lusted hotly after both but had yet to score, if I ever
did. The thing was I couldn't remember how old they were, eleven and twelve
or twelve or thirteen. Twelve and thirteen sounded nice and about right.

The day wore on and after all the digging and replacing I had to give Uncle
Fred a demonstration of the shower in action. I did this in a pair of
boxers of course, I didn't want to put any ideas into his mind although I
didn't think for a minute he was that way inclined, no point in pushing
your luck all the same. I had my supper with them and had a mooch around in
the evening. Not the same without Simon, however, it really is amazing how
attached you can get to someone over such a short period of time.

I managed to get through the night on my own, I watched a very old tape and
spent a lonely night in the big bed but surprisingly slept like a log, it
must be the sea air but I went out like a light and was up like a lark the
following morning. I knew Simon couldn't do another overnighter right away
but hoped that we could have a little get together somewhere and there had
to be somewhere, it's not as if the Isle of Wight is a small island after
all.

After breakfast I walked around to their Club and it was the usual scene,
just a few boys looking at the brochures and guide books in the reception
area and I walked through to the cafeteria to find Simon sitting on his own
eyeballing the entrance. His face lit up like a searchlight (or something)
when he saw me and I did the handsignals for tea and he nodded.

'So, how'd you get on last night, Sweety Pie.'

'Great,' he said straight faced and then a slow smile appeared. 'Super,
wicked, uber kewl...'

'So, you scored,' I said dryly.

'He's a slag,' Simon grinned. 'I gave him a flash in the showers and when
we got back into our room he was all over me.'

'Lucky him.'

'He followed me into the showers as well,' Simon's eyes sparkled. 'He asked
about you... and the sleepover.He's a bit of a nosey sod.'

'Whacha tell him'

'I said we were old boyfriends and met up by accident.'

'And he swallowed that?'

'Yeah, he swallows,' Simon giggled. 'I slept with him. We sucked, we fucked
and he thinks the caravan sounds fun... Oh yeah, he thinks you're tasty as
well.'

'That's a result then,' I sipped my tea. Things had been looking up and now
they had soared. We had a little gang going and it was only day two. OK, so
they were only here for a fortnight but something or somebody else would
come along.

'He said he'd be down for breakfast but I can't see him,' Simon looked
around the cafeteria. 'He's quite adult really, he knows what he's doing so
he's not a virginal type.'

'Just as well,' I grinned. 'So, what do you want to do?'

'How's about a rake around the harbour, have a look in the shops and
whatnot and after dinner pay a visit to your caravan or our room.'

'Sounds good if he turns up.'

'Yeah,' Simon clutched his crotch and I hoped no one was watching
us. 'Jeez, he sucks like a sucky thing,' he frowned. 'Something like that
anyway.'

'How's his... er, equipment.'

'Big boy size for a short arse, big balls, cums like a milk machine,' Simon
grinned. 'Tight as a hampster...'

'And sings God Save the Queen?'

'Just about,' he laughed and looked across the room. 'There's our boy.'

I didn't turn around not wanting to look to obvious but Jerry sat down
alongside me also facing Simon. 'Morning, Peter Cutter,' he flashed me a
grin.

'Mornin, Jerry Whatsit.'

'Merton,' he provided and started to ladle sugar into his tea.

'Fancy a tour around the hardbour, Peter knows all the ins and outs,' Simon
suggested.

'I'm sure he does,' Jerry looked at me and smirked.

'We can pop around my caravan for a can and chill out,' I proposed firm in
the knowledge that Simon had beirefed the boy already.

'Sounds fun,' he peered over his mug at me and grinned. I smiled back, we
were on our way and it's always so nice when everyone knows what they're
doing. We waited whilst Jerry had something to eat and then they said their
bit to their minder which was a routine with them.  After that we hit the
highway and spent some time walking around the harbour looking at the boats
and whatnot , the time spend idling would let the imaginations run on and
by the time we got home everyone would be hot and eager. Well, that's what
I thought and it worked for me.

It was a perfect day, the sun was hot but there was a cooling breeze coming
off the Solent which made things not too sweaty, it was the sort of day
that you got sunburned and didn't notice until you had your shower or bath
in the evening. A bit dodgy for blondies but Simon kept his shirt on
although Jerry had his tied around his waist. I think he was advertising
his smooth brown torso to all and sundry and from some of the glances he
got I reckoned he was a hit especially with some of the older guys. Of
course rather tight khaki cut off combats helped. In fact, we were all
dressed pretty much the same, the standard t-shirt, baseball cap as an
optional, three quarter length combats or camos, it seemed jeans were going
out of fashion and the scruffy pseudo military look was in.  Even Simon had
abandoned his jeans in favour of lightweight fawn Bermuda type
shorts. Footwear tended to be open toe sandals or more likely trainers with
or without ankle socks.  A nice scene on reflection, the place was buzzing
with shirtless boys and silly girls with big bums and naked midriffs. Mind
you a couple of the girls were nice if dangerous. The trouble with girls
flaunting it you had no idea of their ages and one wouldn't want to get
into trouble having underage sex with a holidaymaker. Not really.

'Talent's heaving,' Jerry remarked as we leant over the sea wall observing
the mums and dads with their kids, the meat parade carried on behind us.

'I could use a good fuck,' Simon moaned making vague fucking motions
against the low wall.

'Sounds like caravan time,' I nearly slapped his rounded bottom but stopped
myself in time. Gerry turned around with his dark face split in a grin.

'I could manage two this afternoon,' he said quietly.

'Seperately or at the same time?' I looked at him and thought evil
thoughts.

'Depends how much lube you've got,' he giggled and turned again to look out
onto the water and boats.

I looked at Simon and he shrugged and raised his eyebrows. Was Jerry
suggesting what I thought or was I getting confused. A sudden image of
young Jerrty impaled on both Simon and myself flashed through my mind and I
felt the heat below. I was firing on all cylinders and I was on
holiday... it was a time for doing something a little different and
something extremely kinky. I know all about the square pegs not going into
round holes but what about two round pegs in one round hole... it's all
down to elasticity I suppose.

We took a slow walk back to my place and I'm one hundred percent certain
what was on everyone's mind this time. Simon had his arm draped around
Jerry's shoulders and I thought at one stage they were going to mate on the
pavement like a pair of mongrels but I got them back without incident. God
was on my side for a change, when I went to show my face to the aunt and
uncle they were about to drive over to Ventnor for the day visiting friends
and told me that they wouldn't be back until late evening so that was that
one out of the way.  There was on little hiccup and that was that my
mainland aunty had phoned asking if my cousins could come down and stay for
another couple of weeks in a fornight's time.

Poor Uncle Fred and Aunt Mary were in a quandry as they'd promised me the
'van for the month. I was delighted to hear that he'd decided to dodge the
issue and left me to do the business, the yea or nay that is.  I told him
that if the boys didn't mind sharing I didn't mind hosting. They said that
if I didn't mind keeping an eye on the boys they didn't mind feeding we
three so that seemed to be the end of that. I was told to phone up the
aunty and that would give me the chance to chat to the terible twosome
hopefully.

I think Simon and Jerry were a bit bemused with this lot as I'd parked them
both by the doorway as I'd chatted and the conversation had taken place in
the kitchen but in the end we wished my aunt and uncle bon voyage and they
left us to get on with it... fortunately I doubt if they suspected what
'it' was.

'So, you're childminding?' Jerry fathomed it out in the end.

'They're not exactly children,' I grinned feeling quite pleased with
myself.

'I hope they're nice and not naughty,' Simon laughed.

'Yeah...' I grinned. 'Forget about them, this is it,' I flung open the door
and introduced Jerry to my caravan, Simon and I exchanged grins... great
minds really do think alike.

'What about an open air shower?' They both looked at me as if I was a
complete nutcase.

'Hey, this is cool,' Jerry giggled five minutes later when we clustered
naked under the fitting five minutes later. 'Nice and secret,' he looked at
me and pulled his foreskin out and over his glans. The giggling stopped
when I turned the tap and we were drenched with tepid water which rapidly
got colder as the under turf pipe cleared. 'Jeez,' Jerry leapt aound
flailing his arms. A few minutes of that were enough but a few minutes were
enough to wash the sweat from our bodies and send us into full retreat back
into the caravan and making a grab for my two towels. It had worked as far
as I was concerned, we were naked and Jerry naturally enough finished up on
the bed being dried off and suffering a super grope and fumble by Simon and
myself.

'Told you,' Simon grinned holding Jerry's fully erect penis and waggling it
about. He was right, it was dark skinned as Jerry was but fatter than the
average and a good five incher. His scrotum was fat and heavy and to cap it
all he had a nice cluster of black curly pubics at the base of his belly.

'Your hands are so soft,' he lay back and smiled up at me as Simon slowly
wanked his to his fullness both in stretch and hardness. 'Come here,' his
voice dropped as he spoke to me. Well, what the boy wants the boy gets. I
knelt on the bed and shuffled upto him with my dick leading the way. He
grasped it and massaged it gently then brought it to his mouth. No shyness
with this kid, he knew exactly what he was doing and as he began to suck me
I saw his knees go upto his chest totally exposing his sweet pucker for
Simon's attention.

'Savlon's under the pillow,' I croaked pumping slowly into Jerry's eager
suction.

Simon didn't say a word but just reached out and grasped the tube squeezing
some out onto his finger and slipping it inside the writhing Jerry, Jerry
for his part quivered and moaned around my cock but didn't spit me out, he
kept going and I was so hard it was untrue. The heat and two freshly washed
boys rolling around naked on my bed had me as horny as a rhino.

'Want to do an experiment?' Jerry let go of my slippery cock for a
moment. 'I did this with two mates at school and it's brill.'

'Go on,' I grunted ruffling his hair and trying to guide his mouth back
onto me.

'You, Simon... do me like you did last night. Lay on your back and I'll lay
on you...'

'OK,' Simon grinned and looking at me shrugged but lay flat on the bed with
his pale skinned cock at full stretch. He smeared Savlon on it and worked
it in until it gleamed and lay up his belly like an slippery and poised
spear. He might have pigged out last night but there was already a smear of
precum at the tip of his bulging glans.

'Now I get on it,' Jerry spoke excitedly and squatted over Simon's middle
facing away from the boyfriend and calmly and without any fuss sank onto
Simon's meat as it was held upright to receive his sweet bottom. 'Jeez...'
he sighed and grinned at me as he absorbed the full length and his bottom
settled on Simon's groin. 'Now I lay back...' He lay back on Simon's body
and lifted his knees to his chest leaving his whole weight on Simon but his
stretched ring was fully on view with Simon's fully erect and gleaming
penis fully inserted. 'Finger me, open me up,' Jerry moaned as Sy wrapped
his arms aroud him holding him steady.  I wondered if they'd precaticed
this last night as both looked reasonably comfortable in view of their
strained and probably uncomfortable situation . Jerry's face was alongide
Simon's and I saw Simon's tongue snake out and lap at the younger boy's
cheek. 'Come on,' Jerry muttered impatiently.

I oiled my finger and ran it down the underside of Simon's hot and slimy
cock. I pushed against the edge of Jerry's well stretched pucker and to my
surprise it slipped inside him.

'Aaaah...' he moaned as I got bolder and fingered inside making little
prodding moves stretching and easing his ring even further.

'You alright?' I asked anxiously.

'Yeah, come on. Move in and give it a go.'

I did as he'd instructed almost laying on him and used Simon's slick member
as a guide. As I reached the point where Simon's hardness entered Jerry's
body I felt resistance and pushed. Jerry gave a wail but I was on a roll
now, I pushed harder and felt him stretch and then I was in him. My meat
was pressed against Simon's and I felt the incredible tightness. I was
inside him, I'd actually done it. I pushed harder and felt myself glide
into Jerry'd tight tunnel feeling his warmth and the pressure of Simon's
hardness against mine.

'You do the biz,' Jerry moaned although he managed a smile. 'Sy's a bit
squashed.' He was right, I began to slowly move in and out being careful
not to pop free and as I fucked I gave Simon the buzz of moving against his
erection and he too moaned with pleasure. It was awkward and I just don't
know how Jerry managed it but he did and when Simon bleated that he was
about to squirt so was I. We must have spunked almost simultaneously and
Jerry groaned with pleasure as he got two bouts of squirting and splurting
of boy spunk up into his well stretched fanny.

'Enough, enougjh,' I groaned as I slipped free on a mighty gush of stale
cum. Simon gave a push up and Jerry rolled onto his belly with his legs
wise apart. I watched in amazement as his huge hole slowly closed expelling
cum in a long slimey stream. I hurriedly rammed an old t-shirt to his arse
and he clamped his legs on it.

'Well, it was something I wanted to try,' he muttered red faced and then
giggled. 'Something else.'

'Indeedy.' Simon grinned and looked at me. 'I bet him last night he
couldn't take both of us, that's after he bragged about already doing two
at a time.'

'And?' I looked at them and laughed. The three of us were a mess and Jerry
was the worse although his dark skinned cock still stood up on his smooth
belly jutting from his crisp pubics hard and proud. 'Did you have money on
it?'

'Not really,' Simon grinned again. 'I bet you, he has first go and I get to
go second if I get my strength back.'

'You will,' I assured him and grabbed Jerry by the arm dragging him onto
me. 'Pity your dick won't stretch like your fanny.'

'I get by,' he laughed and reversed roles bearing me flat onto the bed as
Simon watched. Great. I closed my eyes as he manhandled me around and
lifted my legs, even better, he was going for a full frontal and I wanted
it. I wanted his dark skinned cock in me and then I was going to take Simon
as well.

God, it was nice and he was a very experienced little boy who wasn't all
that little. He took me in one strong thrust and I wrappped my limbs around
him as he fucked. He was like a mechanical rabbit and I just lay there
stroking his smooth body as he plundered my arse. It was going to be a good
month on the Isle. I had these two for another fortnight and then I had my
blonde baby cousins... joy never ending. Well, for a month at least.



				  THE END


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