Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2008 13:23:13 +0000
From: G Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A SUMMER FLING - 2

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A SUMMER FLING



My Cousins



by



G. Cutter



All good things come to an end and it had been a wonderful two weeks with
Simon and Jerry. I'd taken them around the island so, as well as having
stacks of sex they could tell their mates they'd visited all the places you
were supposed to. Simon spent nearly every night with me in the caravan and
Jerry spent about four. That suited me as I wasn't really into threesomes
and Jerry really had some outlandish tricks up his sleeve or in his
knickers I should say. He was insatiable and whereas Simon and myself had
settled into nice slow and romantic sex Jerry was a bombshell. Luckily for
us he's clicked with another youngster so he spend a fair amount of time
with him. He wanted to bring him around for a night but I put my foot down
on that one and he accepted gracefully enough.

I'd got to the stage of being deeply in love with Simon and it was breaking
my heart to say goodby but holiday romances are like that. I did have some
wonderful memories as well as his home address, phone number and EMail addy
so we'd keep in contact. Hopefully we could get together over the Christmas
or one of the other holidays.  I'd also done all the exchanges with Jerry
but I doubt if I'd bother with him, Simon was my main man and as I've said
(and I'll try not to say again)... I was heartbroken.

I saw the party off and said goodbye to them all as I knew most of them
quite well after a fortnight. Not a bad bunch and although they must have
sussed out what was going on there was never a nasty word or even an off
colour remark, they were really laid back about things or uber kewl as the
kids would say.

My Uncle Frank had contracted a bug from somewhere and was laid low being
tended by Aunty Mary so I was keeping a low profile and keeping out of
their hair. Having seen my lover and company off on their ferry I returned
home for the snack lunch she did and I had another task in the
afternoon. The dreaded cousins were due and I'd arranged to collect them as
Frank was indisposed.

We'd had a conversation the previous evening, that was the aunt and uncle
people and I'll try and reproduce it here from memory.

'You'll have to keep an eye on the boys,' Peter,' Aunt Mary started off. 'I
don't want Frank pestered, at his age he needs to take it easy.'

'No probs, Aunty,' I replied blithely, how hard could it be, bird dogging a
couple of kids.  'Don't forget, I haven't seen them for a couple of years,
how old are they now?'

'Well, Joseph is the eldest and he's fourteen, James who prefers Jimmy is
thirteen and a bit of a handfull.' I doubt she meant what I did when she
used the 'handful' word.

'How do you mean, a handful?'

'He's a fusspot, always going on about something. Jo's rather sweet, he
doesn't worry about anything.'

'Right. got it.'

'The thing to remember is that Frank promised you the caravan for the month
a long time ago, so they'll have to fit around you. If they don't like
sharing then they'll have to use the spare bedroom.' She paused and looked
at me and smiled. 'We don't really want them in the house running up and
down stairs, Frank is sick after all.'

'I'll keep a lid on things,' I promised rather rashly. 'I'll give them the
brief.'

'Good.' That was the end of that conversation and I suspected an unspoken
threat was there, that was if the boys didn't behave then further
invitations to the island would be in short supply. I mean, right on the
bottom line, for myself or even for the brothers to holiday on the Isle of
Wight and pay for the pleasure would cost an arm and a leg. So, we, as a
far flung and rather freeloading family needed to be careful. I'd spent the
last three years here and loved it and the best thing about it wasn't the
actual island it was the complete freedom that was allowed. On my first
holiday Uncle Frank had taken me all over the place and treated me like a
son but I think the novelty of keeping a kid amused soon wore off. He and
Aunt Mary fed us and then left us alone, they were brilliant and don't
forget they asked for nothing in return. It's no bad being able to dump
teenagers for a fortnight or so and being able to forget about them. I
hoped my parents dropped them a few quid after feeding and putting up with
me for a month. I wasn't short of cash and I'd sort out an appropriate gift
before I returned to the mainland.

Anyway, back to the storyline. Here I was, fed up and getting impatient as
the ferry docked with the terrible twosome onboard. I couldn't see them but
the boat was heaving and looking for two blonde kids with tippy up noses
and big ears was a bit futile. Of course, I hadn't seen them for a couple
of years which didn't help. I sat up on the wall by the pedestrian exit and
watched for them. God, the boat was dripping with eye candy of all shapes
and sizes and... contact! That had to be them, a pair were heading for me
and the taller was waving at me . I got from the wall and stood there like
a station master awaiting royalty, all I needed was a red carpet.

'Hi, Peter?' The taller boy of the two smiled at me with the hint of
uncertainty in his eyes, the smaller completely ignored me and gazed into
space, a right surly little oik,.

'You gotta be Joseph?'

'Yeah,' he grinned in relief. 'This is James, aka Jimmy when he's taking.'

'Hi, Jimmy,' I gave him a carefully rationed smile but it was wasted. At
least he managed a grunt, he had to be thirteen. It was a touch of the
teeny angst but I'd been there, seen it, done it and got the bloody
t-shirt. I ignored him from then on.

'So, hows mum and dad?' I aked as a matter of courtesy.

'Fine, yours?'

'Same ol' same,' I laughed and we started to walk, Well, I walked and they
staggered with a huge holdall each. God knows what they'd brought but they
looked heavy, far to heavy to get all volunteery.

'Uncle Frank could have brought the car down,' James whinged.

'He's sick, you know that,' Joseph snapped.

'For fuck's sake,' James cursed and I waved him to a street bench and he
collapsed. I sat one side of him and Joseph the other. I waited for Joseph
to have a go at him but nothing was forthcoming, it was upto me.

'Listen. A few ground rules. No swearing in the house, the aunt and uncle
wouldn't like it. Fred's ill, so best keep out of the house as much as
possible.'

'Fair enough,' Joseph smiled at me and I felt myself warming to him, he was
quite dishy and I was delighted to say that with his hair longer than his
crew cut sibling his ears didn't seem sticky out at all. The little one
looked like a blonde Dennis the Menace although I could do it or do him I
should say. I know he was being an awkward little prick but they'd come
across from Bristol which is a fair haul and they were probably bloody
tired. The sun was thrashing down which didn't help and I really needed to
raid the fridge.

'Mmmm... I suppose,' James conceded.

'Get three lollies, James,' Joseph hurriedly snatched a fiver from his
pocket and shoved it at his brother. Naturally James moaned but took the
note and ambled over to the mobile by the side of the road.

'Is he always like this?' I looked at Joseph paying a bit more
attention. He truly was nice, a scattering of freckles across his nose and
the fainest of blonde fuzzes on his cheeks. If he'd had the long girly hair
he'd have been a clone of Simon albeit a younger one and I felt myself
perking. I'd most certainly like to see this one with his kit off... and
the kid brother to a lesser extent if you know what I mean.

'No, he's tired and he wanted to go to the school camp with his pals but
mum couldn't afford it. Uncle Frank's cheap after all.'

'Yeah, I know. That's why I don't want to upset him. He's done the caravan
up a bit since you were here. He's got hot water onboard, an old TV which
is a decent size and a video player which is OK just in case it pisses down
with rain.'

'Ah,' Joseph smiled. 'Brill.' He looked across at James who stood in a
short queue waiting to be served. 'Gonna be a bit cramped in the 'van with
three of us.'

'Not really,' I grinned indicating a take it or leave it point of
view. 'The bed takes three, although the side benches make a decent single
bed as well.'

'The bed takes three,' Joseph flashed me a glance and I realised I'd have
to be careful what I said in future, he was quick.

'Yeah, I had a couple of pals stayed overnight and we all managed.'

'In the same bed?'

'Why not?'

He just shrugged, what else could he do. Anyway, James was coming back with
three big lollies and I was pleased to see he was actually smiling.

When we resumed our journey I put James in the middle and told him to grab
a handle on each holdall and then Joseph and I took the outside, that made
life easier but that's discounting James' penchant for walking into
people. I just think, on the bottom line he was an idiot. Then again, they
say every family has one, my older sister got elected to the post in
mine. When are you going to get a girlfriend? When are you going to dress
properly? When are you going to start shaving? Shit, I don't want to start
on about her and this story's about me not she after all.

We got home in one piece and I took the boys in to pay their respects to
the uncle and aunt and Mary gave them the house rules again before we all
tromped upto see Uncle Frank who she'd put to bed. She told us that she'd
called in the doctor so we left her in peace and wandered down to the
caravan. Jesus, it was so hot and the thing was like a furnace but I opened
it all up. I had a chat with Joseph over a Coke and James decided to hose
down the 'van to cool it. After shutting the windows, then bailing out
amongst chucking around a few fucks we got him sorted out and he stormed
off indoors to watch television.

'I really don't want him upsetting them,' I sat on the bed and Joseph sat
alongside me.'

'Yeah, poor ol' Frank, he looks shitty.'

'Just a passing bug hopefully,' I stretched out and gazed at the
ceiling. 'You've certainly sprouted up since we last saw each other.'

'We haven't upset you comimg down here? Sorta gatecrashing your holiday.'

'No, funnily enough my mates who were down went back this morning so I
suppose a bit of company will stop me getting all pissed off and moody.'

'Like James, or Jimmy. Call him Jimmy for fuck's sake and keep him happy.'

'Right,' I laughed. Can I call you Jo, Joseph's a bit of a mouthful.' I
could have bit my tongue after that little classic but he didn't quite have
the sad sense of humour I have and he didn't say anything.

'Only if I can call you Pete,' he grinned. 'Peter's a bit of a mouthful.'

'No probs, Jo,' I set the small fan going. My mind was whirring or clunking
like clockwork. I'd made a tiny double entendre, a bit of a camp Carry On
joke I suppose totally without thinking and then he'd repeated it. Was he
just idly chatting, was he mocking me or was he doing his own bit of
fishing. Questions, questions. One thing was as sure as God made demonic
kid brothers and that was I'd jump Jo's bones in a flash if I got the
slightest encouragement. The more I took crafty peeps the more and more I
liked what I saw, of course, looking like a shorter haired and slightly
younger version of my true love didn't help.

'These are my pals.' I fished the folder out from the photography
shop. They had a place by the harbour which did prints from digital
memories and they did a good job. I didn't sort them out, I just passed
over the twenty or so I'd kept.

'Um, hmmm...' He slowly worked his way through them making appropriate
comments every now and then. 'Those are your two mates?' He lay two beach
pictures of Simon and Jerry on the bed.

'Good guess.'

'Not really, theres another one of them sharing a shower and it looks to be
around the back somewhere.'

'Ah, yes.' I'd forgotten that one but luckily they had their briefs on at
the time not that it made a lot of difference. If he'd seen some of those
that we'd deleted and didn't get printed he'd have freaked. 'Uncle Frank
put in a rough and ready cold water shower in around the back. It's runs
prett warm in this weather for about three minutes and then the mains kick
in.'

'Cold?'

'Bet on it,' I laughed.

'He's nice ,' he wiggled one of Simon on the beach in his very skimpy
speedos. 'Rude,' he giggled flicking one of Jerry laying there with his
thumb hooked in the back of his swimmers showing the top of his crack.

'Probably touting for trade,' I remarked rather unwisely but it just
slipped off the tongue as these things do with me. I really have the gift
of opening my mouth and putting my foot right in it.

'Nice, all the same,' he smiled and looked through for the second
time. 'Pair of fit kids, really fit,' he murmured examining the two under
the shower,. I knew exacrtly what he was looking at, they both had white
briefs on and I'm surprised the shop printed them, both boy's genitals were
perfectly clear as the underwear was as good as transparent when wet.

'I'd like to get a digital but I can't afford it this time aorund,' I tried
to cover the gap in the conversation.

'I've got one in my bag somewhere,' he said and started to go through the
pictures for the third time sorting out six or seven of them. 'You can get
a dirt cheap one in Woolworth or most chain stores... they get cheaper by
the day.'

'I might,' I murmured trying to see what he was sorting out.

'Supper, dinner, evening meal, whatever... it's up,' James called in the
door right then so any progress we were making was on hold. Aunt Mary was
early but James or Jimmy as I had to call him had probably been hassling
her.

She did a good meal but basic, the weather had no meaning for my Aunt Mary,
a good example being that tonight we had Irish stew and mashed spuds of all
things. All good schoolboy fare but maybe in the depths of winter not when
we're going through a heatwave. I hadn't got the heart to tell her that a
cold chicken salad was a damn sight cheaper, easier to prepare and
cooler. I just hoped that the glowering Jimmy didn't open his big mouth and
didn't say anything to upset her.

He did comment once that he'd burnt his mouth and Jo came back as quick as
a flash with: 'Good'. That sort of terminated the conversation or nipped
the complaint in the bud, take your pick.

We did the washup and tidy as was the norm and departed to the caravan, Jo
had mentioned my holiday photograhs and Jimmy was eager to view. I was a
sucker for punishment, I was still watching reactions or lack of them and
was slightly encouraged with Jo, it was the shrimp's turn now. He upset me
from the start.

'Your mate looks like a girl.'

'You're no oil painting yourself, Short Arse,' I snarled.

'At least I don't look like a girl.'

'Of course you do, Moaning Monica in the Potter book,' I grinned quite
taken with my wit.

'Now, now!' Jo played umpire.

The moment passed and Jimmy kept his peace apart from commenting on the
Jerry picture. Something along the lines that Jerry wouldn't have done that
if he'd been around. What that was supposed to mean was a mystery and I
left it. The night wore on and I got the TV going with a video and we sat
until around nine. I must admit the country and sea air combined wears me
out and this was my first night without sex for a fortnight, I was looking
forward to a good kip even if I did have the tasty cousin and the grotesque
cousin for company but Jimmy had one last surprise.

'Aunt Mary says I can use the spare room tonight,' he came out with that
one around nine thirty.

'Mmm...' I looked at him and was at a loss for words. I didn't want him
making a nuisance of himself then again I'd sleep better with him out of
the way and his brother didn't seem at least put out, he didn't seem at all
surprised either.

'Bugger off then,' Jo waved him away like a stray mosquito. 'Behave
yourself.'

'Don't I always,' Jimmy grinned and stood to go. He really was rather nice
in a Munster Family sort of way. he should dye his hair black and put on a
dress, he'd probably get a part as the girl.

'Well, that's him,' Jo sighed as his brother said his goodnights and
departed. 'How are we sleeping?'

'Er... I dunno, lay back and close your eyes I suppose.'

'No, dummy,' he laughed. 'Have I to sleep on the single thingy or in the
bed? It's your shout after all.'

'Well, the bed I would have thought,' I looked at him and tried to look
unconcerned. 'Unless you prefer to sleep alone - I don't care, it's upto
you.'

'OK. the bed it is then, still...' he looked at his watch. 'It's a bit
early yet.'

'Jeez,' I laughed. 'You're fourteen not four and you are on holiday, go
mad, see the end of the vid.'

'Yeah, you're right,' he kicked off his trainers and shuffled up onto the
bed which was broadside to the television. 'Holiday, brill. Holiday with
Jimmy... pain,' he giggled and rolled around until he was comfortable. I
was bloody sure he was up for it as they say but early days yet which they
also say. I kicked my footwear off an crawled up onto the bed with him, he
could attack me now if he felt the need but I wouldn't hold my breath.

'Is Jimmy always like this?'

'Nah,' Jo smiled. 'He's just going through one of his moodies. As I said,
he really wanted to go to school camp with his weird pals but mum couldn't
afford it, so, he finished up with me. I'm the one who should have the
hump. I wanted to come myself this time around as I met some people last
time I'd like to see again.'

'Ah, well. You can see them, I'll keep an eye on Jimmy.'

'You'll probably get on OK,' he laughed.  'What we doing about toilets,
using the outside one?'

'Yeah, it's a bit better now, Frank's put a heater in, it's quite cosy. If
you just want to have a pee use the gravel patch under the shower around
the back.'

'Save me getting frostbite,' he grinned and tugged his trainers back
on. 'Back in a bit.'

Whilst he was on his little trip I put the kettle on and prepared two
drinking chocolates which Mary swore sent you to sleep. I didn't want to go
to sleep really but I was knackered and I liked the taste of the stuff,
hopefully so did Jo.

'Jeez. You were right, it is bloody cold out there,' he came back on
rubbing his arms. Brass monkey weather.'

'I presume you like drinking chocolate. It's Aero, new stuff.' I clicked
the small electric fire on for a bit.

'Yeah, fine,' he kicked his footwear off and flopped back onto the bed
again. 'This vid's crap.'

'I know,' I laughed. 'Call it a day after this?'

'Sounds about right.' He parted the curtain and peered through the
crack. 'The kid bro from hell must be asleep... away in Neverland, aaah.'
He laughed and drew the curtain back. 'He'll be as bright as a daisy
tomorrow.'

'Not if Jacko captures him in Neverland,' I laughed.

'Jimmy wouldn't mind.'

'Really?'

'Yeah, don't say anything though,' his voice had dropped. 'He tends to hang
around older and bigger boys.'

Well, that was interesting but indicated nothing. Perhaps the brat was into
hero worship but it gave me an opening. 'I can imagine Jimmy with Jacko,
Jacko feeding him sweets and expensive toys and Jimmy sitting there
grumping.'

'Quite a picture,' Jo grinned. 'Jimmy would take the money and run.'

'Who knows,' I passed a steaming mug over and resumed my place to see the
end of the video which as he'd said was crap but better than gazing at a
blank screen. I also studied his tummy as that was one of my things, boy's
bellies. His was the gently rounded variety with a slightly sunken navel,
as smooth as satin and absolutely kissable. The next stage up was the older
boy like myself with the flat belly and the six pack coming through. I
think I preferred the rounded smoothy type. Pity you could only collect
them in the mind's eye.

He stretched on the bed and his tummy flattened out as he stretched. 'Where
do you want me to sleep, inside or on the outside?'

'Take your pick, I'm easy.'

'Really?' He giggled.

'Really,' I looked at him laying there. I don't know if we were talking on
the same wavelength or if we were at complete cross purposes. That's the
trouble with double entendres and camp chat, things can go horribly wrong
if you're talking to an innocent.

'I liked your pictures,' he completely changed the subject.. 'I didn't see
any of you though, just your pals.'

'I only had a couple and they're in the file.'

'Ah, right,' he reached out for the folder which was still on the bed and
raked around fishing the pictuires out. He went through the same rigmarole
sorting them out and I noticed he seemed to like the one of Jerry's
partially exposed crack and Jerry and Simon wet and sexy mainly. Mine were;
one under the shower like the other two and one laying out on the sand with
a rather prominent bulge, that naturally enough was taken by the idiot
Jerry. 'Very nice,' he giggled. 'You look like you have hardon in this
one,' he waved the one of me on the beach.

'Jerry took that,' I explained rather lamely.

'The dark boy?'

'Same age as you, you'd go well together,' I risked.

'Really?' he glanced at me.

'Really,' I laughed and so did he. Christ, were we talking turkey or not?
To me he seemed to be beating about the bush but he probably thought the
same about me.

'And he was the third who sleptover, with longhair, the blondy.'

'Yeah, Simon was longhair?'

'That's it.'

'Must have been fun. I spent a fortnight in here with Jimmy... mind you he
has his moments.'

'Right,' I nearly sniggered but didn't. I still didn't know if he was
dropping heavy hints or not but I'd had enough. I wanted to get to bed, at
least almost naked and in the same bed something might happen. Sitting
around talking a load of shit was getting us nowhere. Anyway, I wanted to
see him in his knickers, so there! 'Right, I'm for bed.' I did my final
walkabout, checking the curtains were all drawn properly and that the door
was latched. Finally I turned off all the lights and the TV but left the
fire on for the time being.

'Nice and cosy,' he remarked. 'Romantic.' Now there was a word with
meaning.

'Really.' I laughed and dropped my jeans feeling his eyes on
me. 'Romantic. there's a word. Is that down to ambience or the people
concerned?' I moved past him and slipped into the bed. 'English language
question there.' I only spoke as he'd gone silent, perhaps I'd embarassed
him but he'd started the word games after all.

'Dunno,' he said shortly and stood up moving back a little into the
shadows. He unclipped his waistband and shucked his khaki combats to his
ankles then kicked them off. I tried not to watch to obviously but I did
when he stepped back into the light. He was wearing tighty whities as I was
and had a nice bulge, beautifully smooth long legs to go with the bulge. If
he was a she the crack about legs all the way upto the arse would have come
out. He was bloody dishy and no two ways about it. He kept his eyes down as
he slipped into bed alongside me and it was a miracle how I kept my hands
to myself, he was so much like Simon. 'Jeez,' it's cold in here,' his feet
rubbed against mine and I suppose that was the start of it. He moved in and
I felt his body heat mere inches away. Mind you the bed was a double but a
rather cramped double and thank God for that.

'Snuggle in if you get too cold.'

'I'm too cold now,' he giggled nervously and I felt his gorgeous belly
press against my side. I could even feel the heat of his groin against my
hip. 'Alright?' His voice quavered.

'Fine,' I took the final step and turned inwards to face him feeling the
warmth of his breath on my neck. 'I'm glad Jimmy decided on the bedroom.'

'So am I,' he chuckled and I felt him move fractionally but it was inwards,
towards me. I took the very final gamble and put my arm over him and
placing my hand in the small of his back pulled in in slightly and he just
sighed and I felt his face against the crook of my neck. Our groins met and
he pressed against me and snuffled against ny neck. 'So am I,' he repeated
and I felt his arm smake out but he was bolder than I was, his hand settled
on my bum and pressed binding us even closer. We were doing everything
other than kissing.

'You could get me going,' I pressed into him letting him feel my hardness
or if he couldn't then he was brain dead or devoid of any feeling
whatsover. He clearly wasn't.

'Excellent,' he purred and he snuggled in again only this time I felt his
lips on my throat and I moved my hand just a fraction so that my fingers
nudged at the waistband of his briefs.  'Go for it,' he whispered and I
slipped my hand downwards inside his briefs savouring and then cupping one
ultra smooth buttock. I squeezed it gently and he ground his awakening
penis against mine already totally aroused. 'Now this is nice,' I saw the
flash of his eyes in the gloom and kissed him on the nose. 'Nicer I meant.'
He was pressing against me forcing me onto my back which gave me the
opportunity to free my other arm and move it. A second later I had both
hands in his knickers grasping soft and pliable flesh and he was moving
against me moaning his pleasure. We were now both fully hard so no more
chat about wavelengths.

I rolled onto my side again more forcefully this time and slid his briefs
down his long legs and at last he tore at mine nearly tearing them in the
process of getting them down. He dived onto my cock like a gannet onto a
fish. God, the feel of his soft warmth around my cock and his smooth belly
moving against my legs had my mind in a turmoil. I had to have him but he
clearly wanted to go the whole way and a tasting was on the menu. I
shuffled around on the bed holding his head lightly as he moved up and down
on my aching hardness. He gasped and spasmed as I got him into position and
swallowed his own boyish cock. I toyed with his tight pubic bush and played
with his heavy ballbag as I sucked slowly and sensually and he did the same
for me. It was a forgone conclusion we would make love sooner or later and
this was a good start. I wished I hadn't hidden my lube away but I had so
as we sixty nined I managed to lick my finger and worked it into his tight
little arse.

'Ah, my Gawd,' he spluttered around my cock and clamped onto my finger as I
broached his tight pucker and moved inside him. 'This is better than
Jimmy.' He took my hot cock deep into his throat and I felt his tightness
around my finger increase as he fucked into my mouth nearly choking me. He
was good and I could wish it would last forever but it never does. I came
first, long streamers of juicy cum which he slurped and swallowed and then
he squeezed me dry as he still slowly fucked into my mouth. Once I was
clean he sped up again and I gave him what he wanted. That was a good
sucking and a hard and deep finger fucking.

He squealed and then went limp moaning as he started to offlaod his
slippery boy juice into my mouth, all the time I moved my finger against
his prostate coaxing every last drop of his hot spunk into my throat.

'Jesus, that was something else,' he smiled and I saw his teeth gleam just
before our lips met in a kiss and we cuddled int he dark and the fug. I'd
left the fire on and it had got quite warm so we lay naked atop the bed
slowly moving around and this time really exploring each other's bodies. I
apologised to Simon mentally, I was in love again and with his younger
clone... and there was another waiting in the wings.

'Now I'm glad I have to guest the cousins,' I grinned as I stroked his hair
and down his smooth back.

'Betcha you were a bit iffy earlier on.'

'I was more with Jimmy than you I have to admit, he's overdoing the
thirteen year old teeny grumpy a bit.'

'He's broody.'

'Do you do..,?'

'What? Have sex, fuck?'

'Bluntly.'

'Well, I've done him a few times but I haven't let him do me yet.'

'That's why he's broody,' I went all serious and explained a fact of life
to him. 'If he's your usual randy kid, he'll want to shag you. If you hold
off he'd finally assume you're taking the piss and move on.'

'He's so bloody big...' Jo moaned. 'He'll hurt me.'

'Don't be a big girl, you do him and he does you, it's the way it goes.' I
kissed him again feeling his body tremble. 'If I do you, you do me... even
Stevens.'

'Really?'

'Really,' I laughed.

'I've done Jimmy a few times now but I've never been done, I'm a virgin.'
The way he came out with it nearly made me laugh but only nearly. I know he
was scared but if you're going to go around fucking boys there's always a
payback sooner or later. Of course, there's always the kosher queen bitch
boy but they'e few and far between. You can become a predator and take,
take, take but I prefer the mutual way. Anyway, it's fun and I've never had
any problems with payback, why should Jo.

'I wanna make love to you,' I pushed the point and pulled him onto me and
felt his arms encircle me.

'All the way?' His voice broke into a squeak.

'No other way, Jo boy,' I cuddled him and we lay in the darkness backlit by
the red glow of the fire. As he'd said earlier, romantic and the night
wasn't over yet.

We eventually slept after I'd got up and turned the fire off. The caravan
cooled and got quite cold but we kept our warmth as we lay in our sweat and
funk happy with ourselves and what had gone so far. There was more to come
but that could wait, I didn't want to rush him and there was the matter of
the kid brother from hell. My problem is I think too much and a moody and
miserable Jimmy was uppermost in my mind. Make him happy and my
relationship with Jo would flourish even if it was in a threesome. A
disgruntled Jimmy would lead to a miserable holiday and ongoing hassle, I
needed to get the kid shagging. Apart from that he would break Jo in, it
seemed reasonable if a little perverse. I would insist on watching in my
role of tutor, believe that one.

Of course, by the time the birdies were doing their clog dance on the
aluminium roof of the caravan I'd had time to sleep on it. I always awoke
early in the mornings and today was no exception, glancing at my little
clock I saw that it had just gone six and I was as hard as a hormoned up
sixteen year old. Nothing new there but this particular kid had a nice,
soft, smooth and utterly fuckable fourteen year old asleeep barely inches
away. All the previous night's thoughts and resolutions were binned on the
spot. I wanted sex and Jo was it.

It was chilly but I peeled the bedding down slowly and gently exposing my
stiff member laying up on my belly. I spent a moment admiring my six inches
of steaming hardon and then leant over and kissed Jo's smooth buttocks one
at a time and then greatly daring ran my tongue across his smooth and still
warm skin. He mumbled sleepily and rolled onto his belly snuggling his face
into the pillow. It was now or never, I slipped from the bed and recovered
my lube from it's hiding place.

Back in bed I pulled the bedding back up and gave Jo a little tug and he
rolled back on his side pressing his soft bottom against me and I snuggled
in pressing my hardness against his yielding flesh.

'Whatcha doing?' He mumbled and snuggled back even harder, he snickered as
my hardness slid between his legs and he clamped on me as I kissed and
nuzzled at the back of his slender neck.  'Mmm...' he pressed against
me. 'You're so hard.'

'So are you,' I'd reached around and had grasped his stiff cock. He was
online. I moved his loose skin to and fro and he shuddered. 'I wanna make
love to you, babes. Right now.'

'OK.' his voice shook. 'Don't hurt me. Stop if I say so.'

'Natch,' I withdrew a little and smeared lube on my penis. I then slipped
my fingers between his clamped cheeks pressing against his ring and smeared
the glop into his cleft. I was so hard and so randy I didn't go through the
long and gentle tenderising you should do with a virgin. I just slipped my
oiled spike between his tight orbs and as he wriggled pressed in. I took
him in one and he froze trying to expell me by anal muscle alone but it was
no good, I was lodged in him and there was no going back.

'It hurts,' he moaned and I gave a little push moving deeper into his
delicious heat and he seemed to surrender, he went limp and I moved again,
this time I grasped his own hardness with my oily hand and he
groaned. 'That's better,' he sighed and I felt his resistance
ease. 'Slowly.' That was an order and I obeyed, I knew it was going to be
alright now. Clutching his warm body I moved slowly and carefully in and
out sinking deeper and deeper opening him up doing a Star Trek - going
where no man (or boy) had gone before. In the end we were moving together
and I felt my pubics press against his soft buttocks.'

'You are so hot,' I whispered pressing into him hard and munching his neck.

'As good as Simon?'

'Yeah,' I grinned. So, what's a little white lie here and there. 'You are
so good,' I was moving faster now and he just lay there and accepted it,
the big breakthrough came when he stated to push back onto me and then his
happy little moans as my engorged meat pressed and rubbed against his
prostate.

'Faster, Pete, faster,' he groaned and pushed back onto my sweaty belly
holding my hip with his hand. 'Yeah, go,' he grunted and pushed back really
hard and this time I went for it. The 'van was filled with the sound of
sweaty flesh meeting as I rooted him and he took to it like a fish to
water, pressing back and groaning until I sent my heated surges deep into
his gut. We lay motionless as I voided the remainder in slimy squirts and I
crushed him back into my chest with my softening cock nesting in his oozing
fanny.

'So good,' I whispered and pressed my softening penis into his messy and
extremely fluid gut.

'I could get to like that,' he sniggered and pulled free, luckily as a good
defrocked Boy Scout I was prepared, I rammed a small towel between his
cheeks. 'You cum loads,' he turned to me and I grasped his penis which had
gone off the boil but soon hardened up as I massaged it with my oily
hand. He pressed me onto my back slipping on top and trying to ram his
tongue down my throat. His hardness slipped and slid against my own
deflated organ. I knew perfectly well what he wanted and was happy to
oblige. I parted my legs and lifted my knees, naturally enough his hardness
found it way under my balls searching for my hole, he wasn't that much of a
novice. 'I've never done it face to face,' his eyes avoided mine.

'First time for everything, lover boy,' I shoved him up into a kneeling
position and shuffled down lifting my knees to my chest.

'Oh, my Gawd,' he moaned and positioning himself exerted a slow but firm
pressure opening me up and sinking into my body. I know I bleat on about
this but boy cock does feel good especially when it's an oversexed teeny
and he was certainly one of those.

'Go for it, Jo,' I wrapped my legs around him and he went. Slow and gentle
at first but then harder and harder pushing me up the bed and actually
making the caravan rock. A bloody good job it was the crack of dawn and I
hoped neither the uncle, the aunt or the kid brother were looking from
their windows. In the end he came in a gush of cum, almost a flood of the
slippery white boy juice and I could see why his brother liked it so
much. This kid was a satyr and he was still shagging as he softened and
squelched in my flooded hole. 'Enough, Jo,' I flathanded his beautiful
belly and he reluctantly withdrew falling on me and settling for a sweaty
kissfest.

'Fucking hell, I thought I was going to die,' he grinned as he lay on me
idly grinding his messy groin against mine.

'So did I,' I smiled back. I looked at the clock and it had gone seven,
time flies when you're having fun as they say and we'd certainly had done
just that. I had one task to carry out before my mission was complete and
we could enjoy our holiday as a bunch of friends. That was to get the kid
brother his dues. I knew what he wanted and now I also knew that Jo would
have no problems, I just had this kink, I wanted to watch my two teenage
cousins shag in front of my very eyes. Not too much to ask for acting the
Fairy Godmother. Well, less of the fairy but you know what I mean.

I peered from the window and could see movement through the kitchen window,
it was early but better some movement that no movement.

'I feel a right mess,' he lay back and grinned quite happily. 'I need a
shower and... er.'

'An abortion,' I supplied the word.

'Jeez,' he gave me a look of mock disgust. 'But yeah.' He grinned.

Jo was gone and back in twenty minutes looking a lot brighter and I did the
same, the difference being that as I came down from the bathroom in my
shorts with a towel around my neck Jimmy was in the kitchen making tea,
three mugs I noticed.

'Morning, Jimmy,' I lounged against the kitchen sink and watched him for a
moment, I knew breakfast wouldn't be ready until nine and Mary would never
venture anywhere near the caravan, we were safe. 'Fetching the tea out?'

'That's the plan,' he said grumpily but not quite as grouchy as the
previous day. Never mind, I had something to put a smile on his face.

'Sleep well?'

'Like a log,' he actually grinned. 'Mind you it was nice and peaceful
without Jo jumping around.'

'Well, talking about Jo...' I tailed off.

He just laughed which was something I treasured, A laugh out of the
miserable little sod, now that was something. I returned to the caravan and
left him to his tea making.

'Jimmy's up,' I informed Jo as I went back into the 'van. 'He's making
tea,' I glanced at the clock and it was now just before eight. We had an
hour before breakfast just enough time for my litle plan to work provided
both the boys were willing and able. 'How's your bum?'

'Alright,' he laughed. 'What a question... you after seconds or something?'
He looked at me and I knew he was up for it again.

'Later. Now's your chance to look after Jimmy, he has needs as well.'

'Oh, I shall after your little lecture,' he fellback on the bed also only
in shorts and looked up at me and then at the clock. Before either of us
had a chance to say anything else there was a kick on the door and I opened
up to find Jimmy balancing a tray and trying to open the door. I let him in
and he came in with the tray and set it down. I decided to go for broke, no
messing but fast and brutal.

We sugared and sat with our teas in silence for a little while and I made
my move. 'Did you have a good wank last night, Jim?'

'Don't be so bloody nosey?' He burst out and went a deep crimson. 'Pervy
bastard.'

'Jo and I did,' I said calmly ignoring his outburst. 'One thing missing was
the randy Jim.'

'I'm not into all that crap,' he spluttered looking at his brother for
reassurance but getting none.

'Oh, I dunno,' I moved slowly so that I was standing behind him and put my
hands on his shoulders feeling the warmth of his body through his
t-shirt. 'Stand up.'

'Piss off.'

'Stand up, Jimmy, you'll like this,' Jo stood and approached.

''Come on, guys,' Jimmy wailed but half rose and I helped him the
remainder. I moved in behind him and his body trembled. He probably thought
that his elder brother had promised him as a sacrificial lamb for slaughter
but that wasn't the case as Jo demonstrated. I hooked the front of Jimmy's
shorts down as he struggled to keep them up and then Jo tugged the kid's
briefs down exposing the sweetest boy cock and one that was already half
hard. Jimmy writhed in my arms but as soon as Jo had the briefs out of the
way he sank his mouth over Jimmy's rapidly hardening boy cock. The thirteen
year old relaxed in my arms and resistance fled as he felt his brothers
warm wetness around his cock. 'Jo-ey,' he wailed and tensed as my lips
flitted around his neck savouring his smooth skin and his boyish taste. I
had to have this one as well but not now, it was time for Jo to do his
stuff. I reached around and grasped Jimmy's slippery and now fully hard
cock as his brother dropped his shorts and lay on the bed naked. 'Oh, my
Gawd,' he moaned. They must have had the same script writer,

'Wanna fuck or drink tea, Jim?'

'Fuck,' he groaned and pulled to the bed. I let him go, he fell on Jo and
Jo welcomed him with open arms. As they writhed and maneuvered around on
the bed I grabbed Jimmy and annointed his five incher with my lube. He
might have been embarassed or even a bit annoyed as he tried to protest and
pull away but once he saw what I was upto he grinned and held steady. By
now Jo had assumed the doggy position and Jimmy after giving me a grateful
grin postioned himself and after a fumble took Jo in one slow thrust. That
was it, I sat and drank my tea whist they went at it and Jimmy scored his
first boy (to my knowledge) and the boy was his older brother. Jimmy didn't
know it but his older cousin was in the queue as well but no rush. As I
watched his slippery cock lunge and plunge into his brother I also watched
his smooth white bottom move to and fro and that was mine as well but not
just yet.

It seemed they both enjoyed it and to complete the little session I gave Jo
a nice blow watched by young Jimmy just to assert my sex creds and he
enjoyed every minute of the show. He even got hard again but I wasn't
putting my mouth around that.  Jimmy watched and even giggled as I took
Jo's rather weak squirts and let some splash onto my jaw just for show .

'You are so dirty,' he grinned in admiration. I had a fan.

'So, I'm OK to give you babies later on, Jimbo?'

'Maybe,' he giggled. Well, that was a lot better than no. The thing was I
knew a place to take them, a place I used to use with Simon. They'd love it
but breakfast called and if you're going to have sex all the time you need
to feed the inner man. The point was Jimmy was smiling and that had to be
an improvement of what had gone before, I had the feeling young Jim was
going to be dipping his wick a lot more before the holiday was over.

We had breakfast with Aunt Mary and she told us that Frank was feeling much
better, in return we told here that we'd lunch out and be back in for the
night in time for our evening meal. She seemed relieved that we were
getting on together and out of the blue Jimmy decided he'd be sleeoing in
the caravan after all. I don't quite know what brought that about but I
could guess. In the caravan after breakfast I suggested we go and lounge
about on the beach past Nettlestone Point.

'There's a place I'd like to take you to in Seaview. I'm a member so I can
take you in.' I hoped that they'd go for it, there were some quite
interesting people used the place.

'What a drinking club?' Jimmy said eagerly.

'Nah, a sauna.'

'Ah, I know. All those old gays doing dirties,' he smirked. Good ol' Jimmy,
he knew it all or thought he did.

'Not quite, lots of youngsters find their way there. There's always one or
two hanging around. I thought three plus one makes four.'

'Well done,' Jimmy said sarcastically.

'Four makes two pairs, a threesome we can do anytime it rains right here in
the van.'

'Jeez,' Jo grinned and Billy laughed. They weren't that thick after
all. More importantly they were just as determined to get some good times
out of their holiday as I was. Of course they were, but back to me
again. My plan was to find Jo a nice youth or young man to broaden his
experience and have some quality time with Jimmy and I mean alone. I still
had visions of that little tight little white arse of his, as Jo had said
he was well developed but that was to Jo, his bottom was all ten year
old. Weird, a thirteen year old with an older dick and a younger bum, dunno
about you but it worked for me. We said good bye to Aunt Mary and I popped
in on my own to see Fred, he was looking much better and seemed relived
when I told him I was keeping the boys away from his wife.

It was another stonkingly hot day and we wandered down the road dressed as
most of the others both oldsters and youngsters in t-shirt and shorts. We
could have got a bus to Seaview but took the walk basically ogling the
passing trade and there was plenty, if I hadn't had my own tame 'chickens'
I'd have been on the trawl. Most of the youngsters seemed to be in company
but there were the odd ones in evidence. In the end we got to the beach and
did all the usual, a bit of swimming, a bit of sumbathing, and joined with
some other kids kicking a ball around but in the end we went to one of the
local snackeries and ate. The time was coming on two o'clcock and it was
just too hot for the beach, it was time to take them on an adventure.

This sauna rather grandly called itself a Turkish Baths and was old, by
that I mean it was Edwardian, even Victorian and was quite famous in
certain circles and very restricted in it's clientelle. Not the place for
youir normal holidaymakers although some of the younger ones were very
evident as 'guests'. Martin had taken me there and I'd joined bumping my
age upto eighteen as he had. Surprisingly it wasn't expensive for a
subscription and I think it depended on donations from some of the
wealthier old boys. Martin had told me that the trick was to keep a low
profile and not come to the older clients attention otherwise you'd be knee
deep in elderly pervs.

It was a nondescript building around in the backstreets and I took the lad
inside in double quick time hoping that it was nice and quiet inside and we
got lucky it was. I booked in and signed them in both as over eighteen
which gave the receptionist a smile. Given our bathrobes and towels I took
them to the locker room and we were off. Both were like a pair of children
in the Spooky Woods, when they stripped off they were looking around as if
expecting a bunch of seventy year olds to appear from the woodwork. In
fact, they weren't far wrong but as Martin had said originally 'keep
yourself to yourself' and we'd used the place three or four times without
undue interference.

I gave them a brief tour of the place and was delighted to see the usual
combination of older guys with beach bums types in tow. Also some twenty or
thirty somethings with much younger in company and a couple who could be
young lovers or even rent boys. The latter were well under twenty and drew
my attention but only because of their age. We had a nice soapy shower
which was pleasant after the beach and then perched in the steam room and
just nattered away.

'There are small rooms around the back of here if we need them,' I glanced
at Jimmy trying to give him the message.

'Let's hope no one's in one doing the dirty and we burst in,' Jo giggled
nervously.

'Very unlikely as the doors show a red tag if locked and a green tag if
empty.'

'Like a toilet,' Jimmy remarked brightly (for him).

'Exactly.' At that moment the two younger types from outside came in and we
did what people did in steam rooms and that was ogle but pretend not
to. This was a mixed race pair, one, the older a local boy by the looks of
things and the younger who could have been sixteen or seventeen was black
and I mean a black African, certainly too dark to be a West Indian. I had
no idea how they ended up there but it must have been by introduction,
there was no other way to get in. The older one spent a little time in the
steamer and left but the young black remained. He was quite good looking
for a sooty and don't get me wrong, I'm not racist but I prefer West
Indians to Africans. Well, I suppose that is racist but sod it, everyone's
entitled to preferences. I noticed this kid spared our Joseph a few glances
and Jo did a few girly looks in return.

Jimmy nudged me and smirked nodding at Jo. 'He's got a taste for it,' he
whispered.

'I heard that you little prick,' Jo spoke over his sweaty shoulder.

I laughed. If Jo was beginning to like cock he was taking it to the next
stage as this black kid was big and I mean extra big, his flaccid meat hung
at a good six inches soft and God knows what it hardened up at but he
showed no sign of interest other than casually scoping young Jo every now
and then.

'I'm thirsty,' Jimmy whined as he does.

'Come on then, I'll escort you to the snackery in case you get swagged.' I
said. 'Back in a tick,' I told Jo and we were away before he could
respond. I had visions of him impaled on a big black cock when we returned
but I was to busy trying to brush off Jimmy who seemed attached to my
arm. I don't think the getting swagged remark helped. We got some cold
drinks and returned to the steam room and lo and behold the black kid was
sitting with Jo and they were having an amiable discussion, talk about a
quick worker. He'd seen his opportunity and made his move and Jo was
grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

They both looked around as Jimmy and I entered and I handed Jo his can.

'This is, Josh, he's on holiday,' Jo beamed looking very pleased with
himself. The black nodded and gave a broad smile.

'Hi,' I sat down and Jimmy gave his teeny grunt. 'How long a holiday have
you got, Josh,' I decided to be polite.

'Two weeks.' He spoke in a perfectly cultured English voice. He looked to
be seventeen but could have been older, maybe a student of sorts.

'Same as us three,' Jimmy actually spoke .

'This is my kid brother and older cousin,' Jo launched into a family
history bit which Josh took in but I guessed he could have done without
Jimmy and myself.

'Swim?' I spoke to Jimmy. 'We can grab a room and lie down after.' This was
for Jo and Josh's benefit, letting them know that I knew what the score was
and blah, blah. Jo took the point and I thought he was going to panic for a
moment being left along but he didn't.

'Catch you later,' he grinned and Josh gave us the full beam again, he also
gave me a quick wink. A young man after my own heart.

'You leaving them alone?' Jimmy hissed as we sploshed around in the pool
returning to the side to sup our drinks.

'Why not? That's what we came for, a number four and Jo's got him... luck
of the draw.'

'I suppose,' Jimmy grinned and then laughed. 'Jo'll have a hole like the
Chunnel after that one.'

'So will you when I've finished with you,' I made a grab and he shrieked
bringing disapproving glares from a couple of oldsters. We played around
for a bit which you weren't supposed to do, sedate was the keyword in this
place so in the end I sedately escorted my little Jimmy all bundled up in
his towel and bathrobe to one of the private rooms. These were the only
letdown in the place. I imagine in the old days they had four posters or
something with stacks of velvet, damask and rich lace with loads of
Victoriana but now they were just a basic cabin with a plastic sheeted bed
and a lock on the door. Quite sordid really but built for purpose and that
purpose was quick and convenient sex.

'Come here,' I grabbed Jimmy once locked in and held his smaller body
against mine.

'Mmmm...,' he sniggled (which is a giggly snuggle or a typo) against me and
I felt his hand snake inside my bathrobe and grasp my turgid meat which
instatntly started to come to life. 'It would be nicer in the 'van, more
sexy,' he giggled.

'That'll be tonight when you get done twice.'

'And shag twice,' he reminded me.

'Yep,' I lifted him and he giggled even more almost going hysterical as I
lay him on the bed spreading his gown and tugging the towel from around his
waist displaying his jerking cock and his now sun reddened body. Perfecto,
a perv's dream. He had a tight bush of blonde pubics far less than his
brother's but his boy cock was well upto size. He was more or less the same
size as Jo and it was a nice size on a slightly built kid as he was. 'Big
dick for a runt.'

'Cheers, Prince Charming,' he grinned and tugged at my towel allowing my
own engorged weapon to jerk free. 'Wowsers, Donkey Dick.'

'All your's baby.'

'We haven't got any lube,' he sat up in a panic. 'No lube, no nooky.'

'Calm down,' I grinned. 'I brought my own.' I grabbed his ankles and
twisted them and flipped him over and he gave a startled yelp which soon
died a death as I dived on him and my lips and tongue started on his tiny
derriere.

'Ooooh...' he warbled as I lapped and licked at his crack gradually coaxing
his legs open until I could see his tiny pucker. I lifted him by his hips
and fed just like a bloody vampire but no biting. He smelt soapy and was so
clean that he virtually sparkled and as I lapped and sucked at his little
ring he thust his bottom up. His slippery and spit slicked little muscle
almost pouted at me and I prodded with my tongue and then slid one finger
in him quite easily. I knew that after his fun and games with his older
brother he'd have no real problems with me but better safe than
sorry. Anyway, I liked munching sweet boy fanny and his was certainly
that. 'Gawd, this is so evil...' he grunted pushing his bottom up onto my
slurping and sucking. Slipping my finger out I dripped some more spittle
onto his pucker and then slid two fingers in deep and he clamped on them
moaning and groaned like he was being fucked by the real thing but that
came next.

I did the changeover from fingers to erection almost seamlessly and he just
groaned his satisfaction and reached back holding my hips as I slowly moved
to and fro until I felt my length in him and he wriggled on me making
himself comfortable.  'Now that is big,' he whispered craning his head
around to look at me.

'Full frontal next time,' Sweet Nuts.'

'Great,' I hardly heard that as my lips met his stiffling the word. We
exchanged kisses for a moment but then he faced into the plastic pillow and
shoved his little bum up onto me. 'Go on then, Pete. Do your stuff. Jo me.'
I didn't know if that meant to shag him like Jo did or like I'd done Jo but
I couldn't bother working it out. I just moved in and out slipping my full
length out to my knob and then slowly slid it back in. He liked the slow
fuck but the novelty wore off and he went animalistic pushing back harder
as I ravished his tight little bottom faster and faster. I was so looking
forward to doing the frontal in the caravan but this was good for me. He
was also one of those who liked it which Jo hadn't mentioned, he moaned and
sighed and I knew that when I flipped him over he would be as hard as a
spike. No shrinking violet our Jimmy, he was a boy shag and a shagger to be
crude. Wonderful.

When I came in him it was a cracker and he giggled and then pulled faces as
I pulled out and squirted my final splashes onto his smooth balls and stiff
cock.

'Gawd, you are so dirty,' he grinned as I massaged my own cum into his meat
and his shrunked scrotum. Just to be even dirtier I slipped two fingers
into his cum drenched flesh working them in and out of his recently
battered ring. 'So dirty,' he gently wanked my spunk into his
hardness. 'I'm so sexed up,' he whispered and waggled his slippery meat
suggestively.

'From the front.' I lay on my back.

'How do we do this.' He looked genuinely puzzled.

''Kneel there, I'll show you.'

He didn't need much showing. He leand over me kissing with his slippery
erection slipping against mine but then moved in, located and pushed
against me. I felt my ring open up and then the heat and thickness
enter. He was quite easily as large as his brother which was odd but I
wasn't beefing, he did it well in spite of his lack of experience and I
enjoyed him as much as he enjoyed me. He played it nice and slow and just
for that moment in time and space the surly and cranky thirteen year old
disappeared and he was good loving. He liked to kiss whilst doing it which
is a bit breathtaking but I can live with that. As he moved faster building
upto his climax the kissing stopped and he grinned down at me maniacally
with his teeth bared. Rambo Junior I suppose but it was good and my hands
grasped at his slippery white buttocks as he hammered away until his hot
surges cum. Nice one, as they say and I lay there well pleased as I felt
his slippery squirts and spurts fill me to capacity. He had a good head of
steam even after his morning performance with Jo which boded well for
future sessions.

As we lay there after in post coital relaxation we idly kissed and mauled
each other. I briefly thought of Josh's long black cock inside Jo but
dismissed the thought. Jimmy was mine and he was in the mood. Fuck it. I
rolled him onto his back and pushed his knees upto his chest.

'Piss off, you can't,' he groaned and then smiled up at me. 'You haven't
got it in you.'

'Maybe not,' I grined. 'But it's worth a go,' I leant forward kissing him
on his eager lips and pushed at his cum oozing and slightly puffy sphincter
re-entering his now slippery but willing body. He just grinned at me and
wrapped his legs around my waist, we were off. I'd thoroughly enjoyed my
previous fortnight and sure as God made little Jimmys, brother Jo and black
African students I was going to enjoy the second or die in the attempt.



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