Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 14:10:16 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: At the Pub

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AT THE PUB

Hi

My name is Joey Hunter, I am 12 years of age and I live with my dad, James,
in a nice house in a nice area in the suburbs.  My mum died two years ago
from leukaemia and Dad and I have lived alone ever since.  Dad is a senior
accountant for a multi-national company working mainly from home and he
earns a good salary.  He arranged to take two weeks off work during the
school holiday to take me down to the south coast for a bit of a break.

Because there are just the two of us I don't mix much with other kids
outside school; consequently some people think I'm a bit stand-offish.

It was the Saturday before we were due to go away on the Monday that the
accident happened.  We were on our way to Macdonald's for lunch, but we
only got as far as the end of the road when this white van appeared from
nowhere and slammed into the driver's side of our car.  We have a pretty
substantial car, reckoned to be among the safest on the road, but the van
struck us with such force that the whole of the driver's side caved in and
it was impossible to open the doors on that side.  Dad told me to get out
quickly and phone for the emergency services.  As I got out of the car I
fell into the arms of Annie King.

Annie and Arthur King are well known in the area as the `rough diamonds'
who run `The White Horse', the local public house.  They came to run the
pub twenty years ago and had immediately entered into the local community,
raising money for any worthy cause, giving free Christmas lunches to the
local pensioners, befriending the lonely, and always helping out in an
emergency, on top of which they were raising a family of seven, yes SEVEN
boys.

Annie held me to her ample bosom and for some inexplicable reason I started
to bawl my head off.  Arthur came out of the pub, saying that he had phoned
for an ambulance and rushed to see if he could help dad.  Dad explained
that the thought he may have broken his leg and would rather wait until
help arrived than risk doing himself some permanent damage, so Peter went
to sit with the van driver who had managed to free himself from his
vehicle.

A minute or so later I heard the sound of sirens in the distance and a
convoy of ambulance, fire engine and police car came threading through the
traffic which had come to a halt.

Within minutes the firemen had forced open dad's door and the paramedics
were assessing the damage to dad's legs and the rest of his body.  They
said that I would have to go to hospital with them for a check-up and if
everything was OK I would be released.

They diagnosed that dad's leg was not broken but had been badly jarred and
there may be some damage to his spine.  He had also cracked a couple of
ribs and, depending on X-rays he might have to stay in hospital for a
couple of weeks.

Annie asked me where I would go and when I said there was no other family
in this country she decided that I would be spending the next two weeks at
the pub.  I really had no alternative.  There was nowhere else I could go.

She ran and got her coat and we all went off in the ambulance to the
hospital while the police cleared the scene of the accident.  I knew that
they would want to interview me, but it was considered most important that
I get a hospital check-up first.

Two hours later I got the `all clear' and Annie phoned Arthur to come and
pick us up.  When we got back to the pub I was introduced to `The King
Boys' and it wasn't until then that I realised that Annie had a fixation
about `The Sound of Music'.  Ever since she had first seen the film she had
wanted seven children.  Arthur, who absolutely idolised her, was more than
happy to oblige but unfortunately all seven turned out to be boys so
instead of Liesel, Friedrich, Loisa, Briggita, Kurt Marta and Gretl, we had
Lionel, Freddie, Louie, Peter, Kurt, Martin and Gregor.

Not only that, but the ages were fairly similar ranging from Lionel at 17
down to Gregor at 6.

Annie came with me back to my house so that I could pack a few things and
she walked around doing things that I would not have remembered, like
turning off the central heating and removing the perishables from the
fridge.  We made sure that the windows were closed and the back door was
locked, then I set the alarm and we locked the front door.

Back at the pub Annie took me up to one of the bedrooms and said that I
would have to share a bed with one of the boys and as Louie's bed was the
biggest and he was close to me in age (six months older) I would be sharing
with him.  I remember feeling a little apprehensive as I was rather
attracted to other boys and the thought of sharing a bed gave me a bit of a
stiffie.

The boys were, not to put too fine a point on it, brash and noisy but after
a little while I realised that there was no harm in them and they looked
after one another.  If one of the little ones had a fall or hurt himself,
sometimes they would go to an older brother rather than their mum and they
were always hugged and comforted so it seemed only natural that little
Gregor, when he tripped over a roller skate and fell on top of a pile of
Lego, should come to me, as a newly `adopted' brother for comfort.  He sat
on my lap and leaned into me sucking his thumb.  I put my arms around him
and pulled him to me.  He was a really cute little lad, really the ideal
six-year-old with big soulful eyes, just like a puppy dog.  I could feel my
cock start to harden and hoped that Gregor wouldn't notice it, but then he
said at the top of his voice `You've got a stiffie.  That always happens
when I sit on Louie's lap'. The other boys burst out laughing and carried
on as if this was perfectly normal.

Now let me get this right.  Louie gets a hard-on when his brother sits on
his lap and I'm going to be sleeping with Louie for the next two weeks.
This could prove to be very interesting.

Now let me tell you about the sleeping arrangements at the pub.  There were
four bedrooms and, of course, Annie and Pete had one of them.  The second
bedroom was occupied by Lionel and Gregor (oldest in with youngest) and the
third by Freddie, Kurt and Martin.  Louis and Peter shared the fourth room,
now with me in tow.  Peter was probably the quietest of the King boys.  He
was about six months younger than me and was a raven-haired beauty.  I was
looking forward to sharing a bedroom with him.

Annie shouted that tea was ready (in working-class homes, dinner was eaten
at mid-day and tea was eaten in the evening.  Tea turned out to be a
substantial meal of beef casserole with mashed potatoes and fresh
vegetables, which was all absolutely delicious.

The boys shared a huge playroom, which had once been the pub's function
hall and it was here that we spent the next couple of hours and I made sure
that I `did the rounds' and spent some time with each of the boys.  They
were a handsome crowd.  Lionel was almost a man, with quite a muscular
physique and he needed to shave every few days to keep the `bum fluff' at
bay.  He was around 5'10" with dark brown hair and brown eyes.  Freddie,
although only a year younger was still very definitely a boy with a very
trim build apart from a little late `puppy fat' at his stomach, also with
dark brown hair, but with green eyes.

Louie, my bedmate, was almost like me looking in a mirror.  5'5" tall with
mousy coloured hair, brown eyes and probably just a little too skinny.
Peter, as I have already told you was a raven haired beauty.  About 5'2"
tall and a perfect boyish figure.  Kurt and Martin could almost be twins
they were so alike.  There were two years between them but Kurt had been a
sickly child in infancy and had been very slow to grow until 18 months ago
when a new treatment had been tried and he started to come on in leaps and
bounds.  Martin, on the other hand, was a robust little lad and the
absolute picture of health.

Then there was little Gregor, the boy that everybody loved to love.  He had
cuteness by the barrow load and his smile could melt an iceberg in seconds.
He loved his brothers and would sometimes hug them just for the sake of
hugging.

All too soon it was bedtime and I wondered how this would be managed with
such a diverse age range with no arguments.  Well, I was to find out that
there were two `bedtimes' in the King household.

The first `bedtime' was called at 7.30pm and at this time every boy would
go to bed.  I have to confess that I thought this rather early, but Peter
told me that `all would be revealed'.  He was right in more ways than one
as I was to discover that all seven of the King boys slept naked. I found
out that their parents slept naked and they had never (except for nappies
in infancy) dressed the boys to go to bed. The second surprise was that at
this stage the younger brothers would not necessarily get into their own
beds. Indeed, this was another excuse for brotherly hugs and cuddles.  Then
at 9 o'clock Annie or Arthur would come around and take the youngsters off
to their own beds.  In our room as we got undressed I was gobsmacked when
Louie jumped into bed naked and wondered what I should do.  I usually slept
in pyjama trousers and had brought a couple of pairs with me.  I hesitated,
sitting on the edge of the bed and Peter said `Louie will be very
disappointed if you put those on'.  I blushed, returned them to the drawer
and climbed into bed naked beside Louie.  All embarrassment was set aside
when a human ball bounced on to our bed in the shape of Gregor, stark naked
and he wriggled his way down between us.  He leaned over and kissed his big
brother on the cheek, then turned to me and did the same.  Peter laughed
and said to me `You should see the look on your face'.

I couldn't help it, but as soon as I felt that young flesh against mine my
cock started to stiffen and before long Gregor piped up with `You've got a
stiffie again, Joey, and so has Louie'.

I looked at Louie and he seemed totally unfazed by this comment.  Peter
laughed again and said that was `par for the course'.  When I asked him
what he meant, he was not the one to answer.

It was Louie himself who said `You may as well know now as find out later.
Whenever I see another boy naked, whether it's one of my brothers or at
school, I get a hard-on.  It's the same when I'm close to or touching
another boy, for some reason I just get a stiffie.  You were bound to find
out, sharing a bed with me, so you might as well know now.  I don't know
what causes it.  I don't think I'm gay, why should I be?  I guess I'll just
have to wait and find out.  Anyway, if it happens to you as well, it won't
be so embarrassing if we touch during the night.  I smiled at the thought
and caught him looking at me in an inquisitive way.

On went the television and we all watched for an hour until Arthur came
round and pulled Gregor out from in between us and took him to his own
bedroom.  As he pulled him out of the bed I just caught sight of Louie's
cock and noticed that it had returned to it's soft state, but I had plans
to change that if I could.

We said our goodnights and turned off the television, even though it was
Sunday the next day and there was no reason to get up too early.  As Peter
got out of bed to turn off the light he said `Now don't you two gay boys
keep me awake during the night.'

My bedmate replied in true `King' style with `Piss off. Dickhead.'  I
laughed and in doing so rolled closer to the middle of the bed, coming into
contact with Louie.  I did not rush to move away, neither did he shun my
contact nor did he try to move away, so I stayed just where I was, the only
part of my body to move was my cock, which was stiffening fast!

After a little while lying on my back I decided it was time to try to take
things a little further, so I turned on to my side, `spooning' Louie
loosely from the rear.  Again he made no effort to move away, in fact he
nuzzled himself a little closer to me and there was no way now that he
couldn't feel my stiff cock against his arse.

I left it for a few minutes then moved my hand a little further towards him
and came into contact with the hollow at his waist.  He shuddered
involuntarily and I thought he was going to pull away but no, he continued
to lie stock still until I felt his hand take my arm and move it so that my
palm was resting against his stomach.  I took a deep breath and nuzzled
even closer to him, resting my cock well and truly in his crack.  I felt
him sigh and then he relaxed totally and put his own hand over mine on his
stomach.  We lay in silence for some time, breathing in unison.  I was
about to make the next move when he took my wrist in his and moved it
downwards and placed it on his cock.  It was steel hard and as he pushed my
hand against it and I closed my fingers around it he moaned quietly and
whispered `That feels so good.'

I leaned forward and gently kissed the back of his neck.  He moaned again
and pushed his arse even harder against my leaking boyhood.  He took my
hand from his cock, raised it to his lips, kissed it, then placed it back
where it belonged, around his cock.

Peter's voice came from out of the darkness `If you two are doing what I
think you're doing, then you can either pretend I'm not here, or if you
don't want me to tell on you, you can invite me to join in.'

`If it's OK with Joey, it's OK with me' came Louie's voice.

`Plenty of room for a small one' I said, but instead of joining us in bed
Peter left the room and returned a minute later with a huge bath towel and
a hand towel.

`Mum and Dad have rules about us wanking' he explained `If we get cum on
the sheets we have to wash them ourselves, so I'll spread the bath towel on
the bed to catch any spillages and we can use the other towel to clean
ourselves up.  Of course, I assume we're going to have a night of utter
debauchery?'

Nothing more needed to be said and as Peter climbed into bed beside me I
discovered that even though he was a year younger than Louie, his cock was
slightly bigger, but where Louie had quite a lot of pubic hair, Peter had
hardly any.  I lay with a hand on each of them and they in turn were
exploring my body with their hands.  I went from their stomachs to their
nipples to their cocks as they explored my whole body.

I felt Peter move downwards, then I could feel his breath on my cock as he
took me in both hands and started massaging in earnest.  Louie leaned over
and started playing with my nipples with his tongue, then slowly worked
upwards towards my chin, then the next thing I knew his tongue was between
my lips and in my mouth.  He tasted wonderful and I responded by playfully
taking his tongue between my teeth and quickly massaging it with my own
tongue.

While all this was happening I realised that my cock was now moist, and not
just from the precum I knew I must be producing.  Peter had half my cock in
his mouth and was playing his tongue over my head in a most stimulating
way.  My only sexual experience before that night had been with my right
(and occasionally left) hand and I had been dreaming that something like
this would happen.  Consequently I was now very close to orgasm and
whispered to Peter that I was cumming, but to my great surprise and delight
he carried on sucking my cock until I came in his mouth.  It seemed as
though a knot in a hosepipe had suddenly become undone and the pressure,
which had been building up, was suddenly released all over the three of us.

My orgasm must have lasted the best part of a minute and as I slowly
returned to normality I realised that I was pumping Peter with my hand for
all I was worth and his boyjuice, like mine, shot out all over us, covering
my left hand in sticky, warm cum.  It seemed only natural to raise my hand
to my lips and taste his juice, even though it had never occurred to me to
taste my own.  Of course, there was a little saltiness there, but I was
surprised to find that there was also a certain sweetness, which prompted
me to take his cock in my mouth and drain anything that was left, while
taking Louie's cock in my other hand and starting to gently bring him to
orgasm also.

Peter whispered to me that Louie's navel was very sensitive and that he
liked it licked and massaged, so I moved my left hand, still somewhat cum
covered and rubbed cum all around Louie's navel, then started to rub it in
gently.  Louie bucked high into the air and moaned loudly as I followed up
with my tongue, licking the cum back off.  Louie's breathing started
becoming irregular and I knew that the time was close.  He started to
shiver, as though he was freezing cold and then suddenly his hot cum shot
all over my face, which was still at his navel.  One, two, three, four
powerful sprays of cum followed by several weaker ones.  I went down on him
and sucked the remaining cum from his cock, then the brothers laid me on my
back and proceeded to lick the cum from my face and neck, pushing their
tongues between my lips whenever they came close.

We lay exhausted for a while, then Peter produced the towel and started to
clean himself up.  He handed it to Louie who did the same, and by the time
it got to me it was pretty-well covered with cum.  I cleaned up as best I
could, but spent the rest of the night smelling of cum.  Mine, Peter's,
Louie's, I knew not whose and I cared even less.  I was on one of the
biggest highs of my life, having been ravaged by two handsome brothers and
with the prospect of more to come over the next two weeks.

The rest of the brothers knew what was going on as it was one of their main
topics of conversation, but they were used to it, with seven boys in the
same family it was inevitable that a great deal of wanking was going on,
whether alone or mutual.  I'm pretty certain that Auntie Annie and Uncle
Arthur (as they became known to me) also knew what was going on, due to the
large number of towels in the washing basket, but nothing was said.

Dad came out of hospital after nearly three weeks and I returned home, but
Dad, Arthur and Annie became great friends and sometimes some of the
brothers would sleep over at my house for the weekend and sometimes I would
sleep at the pub.  The Kings even took me on their family holidays a few
times and I still keep in touch with them to this day The Kings even took
me on their family holidays a few times and I still keep in touch with them
to this day.

Louie is now married with three children, Peter is still unmarried, but has
two kids by his long-term girl friend.

As for me, well I never actually married.  I do, however, have a partner
and his name is Gregor King.  He is now twenty, still as cute as ever with
the same winning smile and I'm nearly twenty-seven. Annie and Arthur are
just like in-laws to me and although they are now retired, they often stay
at the `The White Horse', which Gregor and I now run with Kurt and Martin
still in residence and on the payroll.

I consider myself to be the luckiest and happiest man in the world, and I
owe it all to a road accident!!


The Colonel

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