Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2016 09:55:36 +0000
From: Matt <im87793@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: James and Justin: Part Two - Showers (MMbb WS)

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the age of consent where you live, but occasionally acts and seems
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Justin was about to go up a year in school. There he had the choice of
taking various new, different subjects, and he and I and his brother took
some time off to discuss what would suit him best. He could do technical
drawing, German, biology, media studies, calculus or ancient history. Since
Justin wasn't particular gifted in technical subjects (well, apart from sex
techniques, but I guessed they weren't going to be doing GCSEs in that) and
his maths teacher was a really boring old fart he decided on biology,
German and history.

The German teacher was an exchange student from Berlin, Sven. As he was
really a student himself -- about 22 years old and in the third year of a
four year English course at the Freie Universität, Berlin -- he was
still young and enthusiastic enough to make his students enjoy the classes
he gave. Sven was the perfect German boy: tall, blond hair; a very erect
posture, his head rising from the nape of his neck in a straight line;
short blond hair, piercing blue eyes and the most phenomenal body. His legs
were muscular, but long, rising to a very slim waist. His ass was
gorgeously rounded and jutted out invitingly below his waist, the buttocks
were perfectly defined and sloping, and in his tight trousers which clung
smoothly, they were an invitation to strip him and sink your tongue deep
between them before shoving your hot prick deep into his hidden ass. His
chest was well-developed with jutting nipples which strained against the
thin cotton of his shirt. His shoulders were broad and strong, with
hairless arms well filled with strong muscle. Sven was a fine athlete, his
main achievement being gymnastics -- the rings and the vault being
additional subjects he taught the boys in the afternoon sports sessions. In
his tight sleeveless shirt and his white trousers pulled tight by the band
running under his feet, he certainly attracted a good number of young boys
to his class, and some of the other teachers would also come to watch as he
put the young lads through their paces in the gym.

History was taught by Gareth Howell, a temperamental Welshman of about
35. He was the father of a couple of boys who were also at the junior
school and aged about the same as my sons. He was very keen on archaeology
and would take the older boys off to excavations for a couple of weeks in
the summer, the boys having their first experience of living under canvas
and sharing tents and showers as well as being well taught about the
principles of archaeology. Gareth was also dark and quite swarthy – some
people actually thought he was Asian, though in fact it was from a small
village deep in the Brecon Beacons that he came, but had left to seek the
anonymity of London when he was in his late teens. He was very cool – a
fashionable hair style; beautiful clothes and a gym body which he kept to
peak perfection by frequent weight training in the school gym. The huge
bulge in his shorts as he trained attracted a large number of boys to take
up weight training -- or at least to watch the discipline as practiced by
Gareth. His two boys were sexy little replicas of their father -- both dark
and stocky, and already developing cute firm little bodies.

I suspected that my boy Justin was attracted more by the teachers than by
the subjects, but all good teaching starts with enthusiastic teachers and
so I had no objections to his choices.

The first term of the school year passed without incident -- Justin and
James in their different classes both seemed to be learning well and
enjoying the exposure to different stimuli which their teachers
provided. James was friends with Gareth's youngest boy Geraint, and Justin
with the elder boy Owain. As it happened, I was in the same rugby club as
their father Gareth and we got to know each other pretty well, sharing
several common interests -- though at the time I didn't realise just how
many.

One evening James brought Geraint round to play after school: they were
kicking a football round the back garden (destroying my prize rose-bed in
the process) for a couple of hours and then came back into the house for a
glass of juice. Little James stripped off his shirt and shorts, revealing
his perfectly formed young body to me and his classmate, and ran into the
shower room. Geraint was unfortunately a bit more shy about stripping off
in front of me, but he too tore his shirt off and followed James into the
shower room, where I guess he stripped down too because for a few moments
all I heard was the sound of screaming kids and running water.

After a few minutes, the screaming stopped and I listened for the signal
James and I had agreed in advance: two short coughs. They soon came, and I
wandered "by chance" into the shower room to discover my son on his knees
with his friend's tiny, stiff dick buried deep in his throat, and his hands
pulling on Geraint's perfect smooth, little ass into his face. The little
Welsh boy had his head thrown back and his eyes closed, his pink lips
pouting in sexual excitement as my boy brought him to a dry orgasm whilst I
watched.

As the little boy came back to reality his eyes opened and a look of horror
came to his beautiful dark face. "Ohhhhh, Mr Halstead... I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to...." The poor kid burst into tears and hid his face in his
hands. James stood up shakily, licking his lips and grinning at me.

"Don't worry Geraint, it's really OK -- don't get upset" I said, as James
put his arm round the boy. I moved over to the two boys and picked Geraint
up under his arms and clasped his wet, pink body to my by then naked chest.

I comforted the lad, rubbing his back and his perfectly formed little-boy
butt as he hid his face in the crook of my neck and sobbed.

As I gently rubbed his back, his sobs gradually subsided and I stroked
lower and lower, until my hand was playing with his butt, parting the
little melon-sized buttocks and running my finger insistently over his
little boy-cunt which, I was surprised to find, was swollen and
developed. His muscles clenched against my invading finger, and I slowly
inserted two well lubricated fingers into the opening of the boy's body.

James was straining his neck to see what I was doing, and when he saw my
fingers in his friend's ass, he licked around them and ran his tongue
between the boy's legs and sucked his tiny balls into his hot little mouth
as I finger fucked his pal. Geraint's sobs ceased and turned to cries of
pleasure as fingers and mouth stimulated the boy into a stiff little
erection which pushed against my chest. His back arched and his little butt
pushed firmly against my fingers as I slid yet another into his ass and
massaged the knot of his surprisingly well developed prostate. The boy
gasped and squirmed in my arms.

"Yessss, yessss, please sir. Please, more, more" he pleaded. Only too
pleased to oblige, I slid a fourth finger into him and rotated my hand
pulling the boy's ass wide open as my middle finger manipulated his
prostate.

James released the boy's balls and licked back round the gaping ass where
my fingers were working their magic on the boy. His tongue darted into the
extended hole and tasted the viscous fluid which the little boy was
producing.

"Fuck him Dad" he cried "I think he's been fucked before, fuck him Dad".

"Yes please sir" answered Geraint, "Fuck me hard and deep with your big
man-prick sir please. I'd love to feel you hard inside me. It's the best
feeling I've ever had sir, I want you to do it to me sir, pleeease!"

The boy was hardly able to speak for excitement. I lowered him to his feet
and he immediately fell to his knees; his hands scrabbled at my shorts.

He pulled them down, with a little assistance from James, and my 9" prick
hit the boy with a resounding slap in the face, showering him with thick,
tasty pre-cum, which he and James lapped up as if it were whipped cream.

"Get him ready, James" I urged my son, and James reached into the nearby
cupboard and got out the tasteless gel which we kept there for purposes
such as this. Meanwhile Geraint bent over at the waist, touching his toes
and spreading his little legs, so that I could see his winking boy cunt
inviting me in to it, wet, warm and dark pink. He looked over his shoulder
at me.

"Yes, now, please, deep, hard, fuck... fuck... fuck me sir" he shouted as
James spread the gel over and into his little pouting, dilated hole. I'd
better be careful here I thought as I approached this irresistible sight:
he seems to know all about it, but maybe not with an adult prick. His lips
parted in a wide grin.

"Don't worry sir" he said "I can take it all and more" .

Who was I to refuse? I gently nudged the pink lips with my big uncut prick
and the head slipped with a jerk inside the little boy. He gasped and
wriggled and tried to stand up straight, but James moved in front of him
and took the tiny stiff blue-veined boy-prick into his mouth, and the boy
lurched forward into his friend's pistoning mouth. I followed the movement
of his body and slid another inch into the boy's ass. He grunted and pushed
sharply back onto my cock as it fucked deeper into the boy.

"Arggghhh! Stop, no... don't stop ...go deeper ...now ...sir please..." he
groaned through clenched teeth.

I shoved myself into him even harder, and James moved under our connected
bodies, licking and slurping at the mixture of KY and boy lubricant and man
pre-cum at the point where man was joined to boy. I withdrew a couple of
inches and the boy groaned in despair.

"No, no, please, more, more, more" he grunted.

I plunged back straight into the boy and buried the whole of my prick in
him until he could feel my balls slapping against his hairless little ass.

There was a scream of agony and lust from Geraint.

"Yes, that's it. Fuck me to death, kill me with your big daddy prick sir"
and the little boy wriggled and squirmed pushing himself back harder onto
me, until I could go no further. His little boy prick stiffened to a
throbbing pulsating column of flesh in James' mouth and it swelled and
jerked (as James told me later) far down in my little son's throat.

There was a ring at the door.

Would I ignore it? I was seconds from blasting boiling cum deep into the
tiny ass which writhed and clenched around my invading monster dick.

The door bell rang again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" I said under my breath. "I should answer that boys;
sorry -- it may be important".

Both boys slowly came down from their sex high, and my shrinking prick slid
with a loud suctioning plop from Geraint's hot little cunt. I grabbed a
towel and wrapped it around me as I flung open the shower room door and
strode to the door.

Through the frosted glass I could see that it was Geraint's Dad Gareth.

"Bloody hell", I thought, "thank God he can't see through walls, and watch
me fucking his tiny son. I hope the kid's going to keep quiet about this!"

I unlatched the door. "Oh, hi Gareth" I said, all casual.

"Hullo" he said, "I came round to see if you'd finished with Geraint"

Odd turn of phrase I thought.

"Not quite" I said, "he's in the shower with James after their game of
football".

"Looks as though you've been in there too" he said with a wink, looking
pointedly at my red face, wet hair and the still prominent bulge under my
towel.

"Yea, well, don't want them to drown do we" I said "I needed to cool off
after this hot day".

"You're right" he said, I wouldn't mind cooling down either, I'm really hot
at the moment".

"Telling me! " I thought as I ran my eyes quickly over the compact
Welshman's chunky body. "Fine", I said, "there's enough hot water for
all!".

Gareth was in shorts and a ripped T-shirt, and had obviously been out for a
run.

"OK", he said, "I'll join the boys. Sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all" I said, and held the door open for Gareth to squeeze past me.

He walked over to the shower room shedding his T-shirt as he went, and
revealing something I had never suspected, a pair of beautifully pierced
nipples, set with a dull silver ring round the nipple, held in place with a
thick metal bar which ran horizontally through each tit. He must have
noticed my stare, because he ran his hand roughly over each nipple and down
his chest. He striped off his shorts and jock strap as he stepped into the
shower, a fantastically taut, muscular pair of tight buns swinging as he
walked.

He opened the door to find his son on his knees with his mouth around
James' little boy-prick.

"Hi Dad" said Geraint "I did what you said. You're right it didn't take
much doing, and Mr Halstead's a really good fuck like you thought he would
be -- his dick's not as big around as yours, but it's a hell of a lot
longer".

I was pole-axed to hear language like this coming from the mouth of this
little innocent boy, but suddenly everything fell into place. Geraint's
experience; James seeming to know all about it; Gareth's unexpected
appearance at the door.

"Come on Mr Halstead, let's get back to fucking again" said the little
not-so-innocent, "I want your big boy fucker deep inside me so I can show
Daddy how well I can take a big prick".

Gareth grinned at me. "OK, you've been set up by these two sexy little
bastards" he laughed "I have to admit, James seduced me last week and he
told me what you and the other boys get up to."

"I'll kill you James" I said angrily" You know this has to be a secret
between us all, otherwise the police will be round and you'll be put into
care with a family of evangelical Christians or something even worse".

"Sorry Dad" said James "I would have told you, but Geraint told me all
about Mr Howell and what fun he got up to with him and his brother, so I
thought we could all blackmail each other if worst came to worst, and I
might get fucked my another big, muscly man if I was lucky."

"You dirty little scheming bugger" I said laughing ruefully with a glance
at Gareth who was standing beside his son and slowly jerking on his
beer-can thick, dark, 8" prick.

James was still kneeling on the floor, and Gareth swung round, touching his
huge man-dick to James' lips. The little boy looked up in ecstasy at the
big man looming over him, and his mouth opened almost involuntarily to
admit the head of Gareth's prick. James held the monstrous dick with both
his hands as best he could; his tongue slipped under the man's foreskin and
bathed the head in little boy spit which mixed with the dribble of pre-cum
leaking from the piss-slit. James' tongue lapped lasciviously at the
glorious taste of adult man and stripped back the foreskin to reveal the
dark red head. He sucked it in and out a few times, and then with a deep
breath impaled himself as far as he possibly could on the invading prick.

He could only get about half of into his tiny mouth. The man pushed harder,
and the boy gasped and coughed pulling back from the rod of muscle in his
mouth.

Gareth laughed. "You managed more than that last week you little
cock-sucker!" he said, but tenderly pulled the boy to his feet and hugged
him close, patting his back until the coughing stopped.

"I know, sir, I'm sorry -- I'll try again and do better this time" said
James, sinking back to his knees, that glazed look coming over his face
again as he saw what he had to swallow.

"Your boys like a challenge" said Gareth "they both managed to get all of
this into their mouths when they were round, and both of them took it up
the arse too!"

I was astounded. How far had this gone -- and who else had they been doing
this with without my knowing?

I realised that I was hypnotised by the sight of my little boy sucking
another man's huge prick, and perhaps I was a bit jealous too, but a velvet
smooth tongue on my own throbbing prick soon put all other thoughts out of
my mind and I looked down to see Geraint licking up and down the shaft
hungrily, tasting his own ass juices from a few moments ago when I had been
deep inside the boy.

"I want you inside me again" he whispered "and I want Dad to watch just how
good I am".

"OK" I said "let's put on a really dirty, sexy show for him and James!"

The boy's eyes shone and his face broke into a sexy, lustful smile. He lay
back on his elbows and raised his knees, revealing his recently ravaged
little boycunt to us. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his
little fingers until they ran with saliva. With his right hand he parted he
pouting lips of his tiny, dark boycunt and slipped two fingers into it,
squirming on the tile floor of the shower. He pushed them as far as they
would go, and he followed them with a third finger, showing us the red,
gaping flesh pulsing and grasping, where my thick manprick had been moments
before.

He pulled his fingers out and rose to his knees, pushing his little boy
arse back towards us and ground his hips hungrily at us, parting his little
buns so we could see the pulsing, pink boy hole. Then he was on his back on
the floor, his writhing, tanned body straining and shaking with lust, his
fingers now pulling at his little pink boy tits and then back between his
parted legs. He supported himself on his shoulders and looked as though he
was about to topple over but he put his hands to his hips and brought his
legs over his head so that he was staring at his own little prick, his
boycunt stretched wide open and inviting.

Who could resist? I sank to my knees and sank my tongue into the waiting
hole, slurping and nibbling the distended flesh, eating and assaulting the
boy's arse as he writhed under my mouth. He let himself down again and I
flipped him over only his front. His ass bucked up towards my mouth again;
I knelt behind him as he parted his ass cheeks for me, and with one thrust
buried my slimy, lubricated prick hard and brutally into the waiting boy.

He screamed, and his father took an involuntary step towards him, but the
boy grasped his father's dick and sunk it deep into his mouth to stifle his
scream.

I hadn't realised, but James' mouth was locked onto the man's balls: how he
managed to get them into his tiny mouth I don't know, but the little boy
was dragged by the big man across the floor, with his teeth still clenched
around the ball sac. It was Gareth's turn to scream, but it was a scream of
ecstasy as his balls were stretched and chewed by the tiny mouth of my
little son underneath him.

Geraint wriggled and pushed against me and the last inch of my prick
skewered the little boy. He pulled away from his father's prick and sat
back onto my invading dick. I grasped him and rolled onto my back bringing
the boy with me, clasped to my chest, my fingers rolling his pretty tits,
pulling them tautly away from his pink, smooth chest. He raised his legs
and his father and James could see my huge prick buried to the balls in the
little boycunt. Geraint looked his father in the eye to make sure he was
watching every move: the man's eyes were riveted at the sight, and he drew
a sharp breath as he watched his son's cunt being pulled open wide and
throbbing. Geraint arched his back, pulled back partially, his legs as wide
apart as they could stretch and then pushed down again, sinking my dick
deep into him. He rolled to one side and raised one leg, giving me even
deeper access to him.  I started to fuck the little boy hard and brutally,
pink, smooth flesh parting against dark, hard muscle. The swollen lips of
the boycunt stretched out in a dark, puffy ring of muscle as I withdrew,
giving his father the incredible view of his own tiny son being mercilessly
raped by his friend.

Geraint pulled himself off my prick, turned around to face me, pushed me
flat on my back and sank back down onto my rigid prick. I fucked upwards
into his body, and the boy swivelled round, with me still deep inside him.

Geraint bounced up and down on top of me, his head thrown back and his eyes
closed in lust.

His father moved towards him, hefted his prick in his hand a couple of
times and to my utter astonishment started to piss over his son and me.

"Drink all my piss, son" said Gareth.

"Yes, Dad, please piss all over me in my mouth, over my boy tits" begged
his son.

James gasped as he watched, his hand firmly clasped round his tiny hard-on.

The piss flowed in jerks, and when Gareth's son felt the first splat of
urine on his body his eyes blinked open and his jaw dropped. The next spurt
caught the boy full in the face, and he opened his mouth wider. His father
jerked his prick again, and rested it on his son's extended tongue. The
almost colourless piss bubbled in the boy's mouth and ran down his chin,
coursing down his body, trickling around his hairless prick and balls and
running between his legs to where I was thrusting into him. James ran
forward and slurped greedily at the piss as it coursed down the boy's
chest. Gareth pissed more steadily now and the two boys fought to aim his
spurting prick into their mouths, gulping greedily at any that they managed
to swallow. The piss ran into the boys' hair and over their faces until
they were both completely drenched in the salty liquid.

I had stopped fucking Geraint in amazement, but incredibly found that my
reaction to the sight in front of me was to relax control of my own
bladder, and to spurt litres of hot piss deep into the ass of the little
boy I was fucking. Geraint felt this. "Daddy, he's pissing inside me! It's
swelling my tummy!" and indeed as I pissed ever more into the boy, so his
stomach started to extend. "Dad, I wish you would do that to me, please do
it next time you fuck me dad" cried James, his face and hair glistening in
the adult's warm piss. My cock swelled to unbelievable proportions, and I
could hardly believe that I could still piss through a mighty hard-on. But
I did, and my piss started to leak out around the lips of the little boy
cunt.

Geraint clamped his ass harder onto my prick. "More, more" he shouted, and
I was happy to oblige as his father filled him with piss at one end and I
at the other.

All good things come to an end, and the last few drops of piss were sucked
out of each of us by our sons. I was on the point of cumming into the boy
and I lunged deep into his distended arse, now spurting uncontrollably with
the escaping piss This brought me to a massive climax as with a few sharp
brutal thrusts deep into the boy, my cum roped out to mix with the ocean of
piss inside the boy. Geraint didn't relax, but slowly pulled clear of me,
clasping his ass lips tight shut with one hand.

As if it were pre-arranged, James scooted over towards his friend, and
clamped his lips around the

tightly clenched hole. Geraint relaxed, and a huge gush of piss and cum
shot out into my boy's mouth as he tried desperately to swallow all the
liquids shooting out. I could see his Adam's apple jerking as he swallowed
as fast as he could, but it was too much for him; he pulled away and the
jet of liquid cascaded into his open mouth as Geraint's stomach slowly
returned to its normal size.

James was covered with piss and cum and a huge smile was on his face as he
lay in front of the spurting ass, being covered with his father's expelled
fluids. Geraint collapsed exhausted, but James dragged his drenched body
over to Gareth, raised himself on his hands and knees, and looked over his
shoulder at Gareth with a sexy look on his face. Gareth didn't hesitate
long, and he fell to his knees behind the boy, spitting on his hand and
lubricating the huge boy-splitter that was about to find a new home in my
boy's cunt. He nudged at the inviting lips, and James edged cautiously
backwards: he obviously wasn't as experienced as Geraint, and I made a
mental note to ask Gareth how long he'd been fucking his son.

Gareth applied some pressure; his foreskin retracted and the blunt head of
his prick eased its way past the boy's defences. James gulped, licking the
piss and cum from his lips. He eased further backwards, and Gareth's prick
bent for a moment against the resistance of the boy's anus. Never mind all
that shit about "pretend you're taking a big crap"; just face the fact that
you're about to be fucked by a massive man prick and enjoy it! I thought.

James took a deep breath, and a look of intense strain appeared on his face
as he pushed back. The prick suddenly unbent, and James yelped as the huge,
dark red plum-sized head pushed past the ring of his ass. Gareth was now
free to inch slowly into the boy. He advanced an inch or two and then
withdrew slowly, bringing the boy's clenching ring of muscle back with his
prick. After a minute or two of this, he was almost all the way inside
James, and the boy's muscle ring had started to relax visibly. This was the
thickest prick the boy had taken, and in spite of Gareth's having
apparently fucked him the previous week, he wasn't yet completely used to
its size.

James had relaxed sufficiently to grin at me.

"Any more piss Dad? I'd really like it if you could piss hard all over me
whilst Gareth is fucking me!"

"You little piss-slut!" I said smiling at him "if I had known, I could have
trained you as my piss-boy months ago. I could have been pissing into your
mouth and up your ass every day when we have sex, you could have been
swallowing my hot piss down everywhere we went -- in the car, on the beach,
in the garden -- why didn't you let me know?"

"I really want to now Dad" said James "but I didn't really know anything
about it until I saw Geraint and Gareth doing it last week and I joined
in. We can do it all the time now Dad, and I want you to cover me with your
piss every day; I want you to piss inside me like you just did with Geraint
and then put the big black butt-plug into me to stop your hot Daddy piss
leaking out so I can go to school knowing that your piss is still inside
me! I want you to give me every drop of man-piss, in my mouth, over my
body, in my ass".

I eased over towards him, and slowly spurts of hot piss forced their way
out of my rigid prick. The little boy wriggled on Gareth's invading dick
and his mouth fell open, his eyes closed. I aimed the now steady stream of
piss into my boy's waiting mouth and James groaned with lust and longing,
gulping and swallowing everything I could give him. He seemed to be in the
throes of a dry orgasm, his little butt writhed on Gareth's plunging prick,
he threw himself around allowing Gareth access to the deepest recesses of
his body, brutal and thrusting, raping the tiny child's tiny hole.

I tried to follow his mouth, filling it again and again with my hot Daddy
piss, but much of it flowed over the boy's body and between his hairless
legs to where the invading monster mercilessly stretched his little
boycunt. The piss squelched wetly and lubricated Gareth where flesh met
flesh. As I watched, James' little prick uncontrollably spurted piss high
into the air falling back onto the writhing bodies below and covering them
both with liquid. Geraint found a new lease of energy and ran over to us,
his boy prick shooting piss in front of him as he ran, and drenching his
father and James with yet more watery waste.

Gareth's breath came harder; "I'm coming into your little boy cunt you
little fucker" he screamed.

His body shook and juddered and he pile-drove into the willing little boy
above him. James crashed down to meet every thrust, and I could see and
hear Gareth's swollen balls slapping against the little boy's ass. The boy
writhed, the man thrust, Geraint pissed, I pissed and then we were all
there at the same moment -- Gareth's hot Daddy cum shot like liquid bullets
into the boy's body. Jet after jet, until it was forced out of the boy and
ran over his hot thighs. Geraint shot down and sucked and slurped at the
precious cum; I pissed hard and long over all the bodies below me. James
was wracked with lust and passion and was crying and shouting for Gareth to
fuck deeper and harder, piss and tears running down his contorted face.

Slowly, like an engine coming to a halt, our actions and shouts all became
less and I fell to my knees clasping both little boys in my arms, James
still firmly and seemingly permanently impaled on Gareth's Daddy prick.