Gary Cutter

The Prince Coco Project

Chapters 6-9a

Chapter 6

"You're not in a hurry, I hope," I looked at Cho as he sat on the sofa with a drink supplied by Jim boy, our Jimbo. Jim had also sat although at a respectable distance.

"No, I'm finished for the day," Cho answered in his curious London/Chinese accent. "Sunday's a quiet day."

"Right," I handed him a tenner and brushed away his search for change. "Your first time up here," I nearly bit my tongue. I was sounding as if every boy and youth in the borough had walkabout rights with my studio.

"Yes, very interesting," he glanced at my clothed and semi clothed catalogue models. As Jim scurried about with plates and shared out the food I took a jump.

"Let's take it upstairs, Jimbo. Cho, would you like to join us."

He merely nodded and gave Jim a hand. It was alright eating in the office but the smell lingered and upstairs was my home after all. Much cosier and I fancied Jim and Cho might spark if I provided the ambience. OK, so that's just the arty tarty way of saying that if you stick two boys in a cage something would develop. Another point was that I had more underwear shots on the wall upstairs and even some shaded nudes. You know the ones, sunlit bottoms in the shadow and carefully muted groins, the ones where you get a hint but not a distinct penis… as I said arty tarty and probably some of the work I was the proudest of. Anyone can do a full frontal but something discreet, now that is an art.

Once again Cho's eyes were everywhere and I invited him to feast his eyes whilst Jim and I ate.

"You'd make a good model, Cho," Jim burst out at last. I concentrated on my noodles, the predictable little darling had to say something sooner or later.

"Do you think so," Cho glanced at me and gave a little smile. "I'm a bit skinny."

"Lithe," I grinned. "Slender and lissom sounds better. With someone of your built it just needs a bit more care with the photography."

"In what way?"

"None from the floor up, none laying full length from down by your feet ," I tried to explain. "The aim would be not be to accentuate your height. I mean if you posed with Jim, for example, you would sit for most of the time."

"What about if we were on a bed?" Jim had to say it. I saw Cho look at him with a little grin.

"Cho would have to keep close and cuddle you," I said carelessly.

"Yummy," Jim laughed and so did Cho. Cho excused himself to use the toilet and I got my chance.

"Did he grope you earlier on, Jimbo?"

"He stroked my leg and gave my little bum a squeeze. Very bold." Jim grinned. "I've got a fan."

"Another," I replied dryly. In fact, Cho was looking better by the moment, he was certainly different and lent a dash of the exotic to my current stable.

"Mmmm…" I looked up as Cho returned. I was envisaging him naked and he wasn't that tall and skinny, I'd decided it was the clothing, the floppy and overlarge t-shirt, the thin and also overlarge khakis that hung rather than clung. Suddenly it came to me, he was wearing hand me downs, no wonder he looked skinny, he was wearing clothing belonging a much meatier boy maybe the older brother that Jim had mentioned.

He showed no sign of wishing to leave and it was nearly ten, time for another round of questions which he seemed happy enough to answer.

"You all live above that shop?" I munched away.

"No, not my brother Tang and myself, we share a small flat in Juniper Avenue," he waved his arm as if trying to point it out.

"Around the corner from me," Jim beamed. "I live in Oak Tree Avenue."

"You'll have to visit us," Cho said quietly.

"Yeah, I will," Jim said eagerly.

"Jeez, get a room you two," I said at an attempt at humour and they both did little giggles. Jeez, what a pair of tarts. "So, Cho. How do you fancy yourself as a model?"

"'I wouldn't mind," he replied much to my surprise.

"Hey, hey, hey," Jim capered about like a chimp at the zoo. "You've gotta flash flesh for the Maestro, Cho."

"Flash flesh?" Cho suddenly came to earth.

"Just your t-shirt," Jim was doing all the talking for me . "Pete just needs to get some idea of what you look like."

"True," I managed to get a word in edgeways.

"OK, no funny stuff," Choe stood and walked over to the fireplace. "Here OK?"

"Fine," I sat back and grabbed one of my cameras which was laying with just the built in memory in it but which would do for the moment.

Jim stayed close to Cho as the Chinese boy peeled off his t-shirt and stood awkwardly with his arms folded. He was looking nervous naturally enough but I think Jim hovering made him even more nervous.

"Get in close Jim, I want to see how you look together." Jim did so conveniently allowing his bathrobe to fall open exposing his bloated and swollen penis but not enough to jut free. Cho intently studying both me and the camera missed Jim's little flash but he flinched a bit when Jim's arm went around his waist. OK, so Jim was indeed shorter but they made a nice pair and Jim wasn't finished yet, he moved in behind Cho and wrapped both arms around the Chinese youth. Cho giggled and squirmed but Jim was playing for real, his face appeared around Cho's torso and both hands slipped down Cho's belly delving into the front of the loose khakis.

"Steady on," Cho squirmed but didn't try and escape any more. I just clicked as I saw Jim's hand unclip the waistband and Cho's khaki chinos began their journey south, gravity would do the rest. Cho squirmed half in embrassment and half amusement as he must have felt his clothing slip down his legs and Jim in a moment of extreme bravery or stupidy then slid his hands into the top of Cho's tight white briefs which were already displaying a well formed lump.

"Jim…" Cho moaned as Jim rubbed up against him. The bathrobe seemed to be fully open at the front and I assumed Cho could feel Jim's bare flesh on his back… better still, Jim's partial erection. "Enough, enough," Cho struggled but Jim had him like a damn limpet.

"Change around." I ordered.

"Aaah…" Jim moaned. "That was fun."

"Give Cho some fun," I looked at Cho. "Wanna go?"

"Can I?" he looked at me and gulped.

"Yeah, do your thing, we're all pals together." I said and he disentangled himself and slipped around so that Jim was facing the camera with Cho to the rear a much better setup. Cho finally grinned and bending a little nuzzled at Jim's neck.

"The tables are turned," Cho spoke in what he must have assumed was a vampire's Transylvanian accent. Pretty good in fact and Jim played along.

"Don't strip me naked, sir, I am but a poor damson," his voice quavered but he spoilt it by giggling. Cho laughed softly, he'd got the idea and peeled the bathrobe away bearing Jim's smooth shoulders and then sucked gently on the side of Jim's neck.

"A damson's a little plum," Cho laughed.

"Well, he got that right," I grinned. I remembered Little Plum the Redskin boy brave from some old comics. Funnily enough he looked a bit like Jimbo.

"Oooooh…" Jim moaned and I saw his turgid penis begin to rise.

I clicked a few more just for effect. I hadn't expected a full blown porno session on a Sunday evening and with my sweet little Jim and the rather randy acting Cho. I use the word randy as he was now kissing my little studio imp and slipped the bathrobe clear until it fell on the floor leaving my boy totally naked.

"Gawd," Cho moaned and bent his knees. I knew what he was doing, he was now positioned to rub his still covered groin against Jim's bare bum.

"Oooh," Jim wiggled his hips proving my point.

"Bedroom," I grunted.

Cho was a bit slow off the mark but Jim knew exactly what was happening. He took the lithe Chinese youth's hand and virtually dragged him to our bedroom. I put my camera down and followed. Jim and Cho weren't the only ones with needs.

In my room the naked Jim had pulled Cho onto the bed and after initial hesitation Cho was at Jim's throat again and then went down on his nipples. His eyes opened wide when I arrived on the scene and tearing off my shorts jumped onto the bed with them. I don't know if he was in shock or maybe the thought he'd died and gone to heaven but when Jim and I got rid of Cho's tight briefs allowing his fully distended and very long prong to pop free he relaxed.

"You're staying the night." I muttered and it wasn't a question.

"Looks that way," he grinned and then spasmed, Jim's head had dropped and he'd taken Cho's long and jerking cock into his mouth. Cho's bottom was as tight and smooth as a ten year old boy's which I have to stop saying… I sound like a right perv but it was. Cho was also no virgin, the way he dealt with Jim and myself proved that, in fact, as Jim sucked him he turned on the bed and took me in and gave me a very professional blow. Jim was after a bit of Chinese boy fanny however and as Cho sucked and slobbered over me he got behind Cho and started to rim and suck at Cho's tight little portal. Cho moaned and threshed around still sucking my cock but at the same time sticking his diminutive bottom out for Jim who soon took advantage of the heaven sent opportunity. I saw my boy get to his knees and smear some lube onto his jutting cock and guide it down between Cho's cheeks.

Cho just gave a strangled grunt and continued to suck me as Jim worked his way in and started to shag. No messing with that boy, he held onto Cho's narrow hips and started pumping in and out eager to be the first (of us at least) to cum in our guest. Cho pushed back onto Jim and suddenly started kissing my belly and worked his way upto my chest and then my face. "You're next," he whispered as Jim pounded at his bum. "Then I do Jimmy."

"He'll like that," I grinned before I snaked my tongue into his willing mouth.

Once Jim went through his squealing and gasping routine he slipped free leaving Cho well opened up and well lubed. I took Jim's place and opened Cho up even further and gave him a solid shagging which he seemed to enjoy just as much as Jim's. Once I'd flooded him I slipped clear and Cho lay Jim on his back and raising the boy's legs took him in one smooth thrust and quickly enough to make Jim squeal. A few thrusts and Jim stopped the playacting and wrapped his legs around Cho to enjoy the ride. I hadn't been looking for porn stars but although Cho was a bit long and lanky for routine pinup stuff he was ideal for youth on boy stuff.

The night was a long one, I tried to sleep but Cho and Jim were at it until the early hours and once they stopped we all managed a couple of hours sleep. Another outcome was that Cho readily agreed to joining us on our trip to Lewes, Our merry band was growing once more.

The thing about Cho was that he was an out and out gay, he admitted it. He'd been having sex with his older brother and that was one of the reasons they had left the family home. He'd had a few street pickups as well but as he said, he was taking his life in his hands. The night with Jim and myself had arrived out of the blue just like the answer to a prayer… to a Gay God presumably.

Wednesday morning dawned clear and crisp, it was going to be a good one by the cloudless sky and what made matters even better was that I knew both Jo and his pals had swimming pools. It could be a good day. Jim and Karl were with me by the time Cho finished a rather long bath and general fuck around in the bathroom. Cho and Karl took stock of each other and seemed to like what they saw. What I saw was a caramel light brown on a slightly lighter golden yellow, a nice colour combination and both developed enough to make it worthwhile. We had a bit of traffic trouble on the way down but finally made it onto the home stretch just before ten thirty, Karl was up front with me and Cho and Jim were playing silly buggers in the back. I think Jim had given Cho a blow on the way down but I'd been looking forwards rather to the rear, I was driving after all. I'd find out from Karl later, he was my "staff controller' or he would be once he moved in. My Deputy Dawg, Karl the Delicious, a good name for one of those old time kings or princes I imagined.

Jo was the first to greet us when we arrived as he was lurking out on the driveway. I hadn't seen him for a year and he hadn't changed, a bit more sunburned and a damn sight more relaxed. A menage a trois must be good for you although I didn't want to assume too much. The Boucher brothers, Lorenzo and Anthony soon appeared followed by a fair haired kid and a shorter,darker boy introduced as Patric and Dennis who, it seemed "managed' what they called the Main House which was just up the road a little. I liked the little one, the dark haired one, he was the younger of the two and reminded me a lot of Jim. All the same it was a good job our Denis hadn't come down, it would have led to endless confusion with the names and we wouldn't want that.

Jo led around the backof the house to a scruffy garden but one end was shielded from the house next door and contained a strange swimming pool which seemed to occupy it's own room in the house and extended out into the garden.

"One off this is," Jo proudly excaimed. "You can go swimming when it's raining, the indoors bit is heated.. He looked aorund at the motley group of boys. "Speedos are banned for the day but shagging's not." That raised a general giggle as the boys settled down. Anthony who my boys had been warned was Jo's boyfriend went into the kitchen accompanied by his brother and started to bring out a mountain of sandwiches on trays and cold drinks. It was nice of them to look after us, it seemed an early light lunch was being served, it also gave everyone the chance to eyeball everyone else.

I just sat back and watched points, I'd already made my arrangements, I'd booked Lorenzo, I knew him by photographs but not in the flesh and Jo had booked Jim, needless to say neither of the boys knew anything about this. That left two of mine and three of his, quite enough for them to have a group fuck. I'd obsessed over the skinny Lorezo for some time now and this would be the first opportunity I had to get anywhere near him. I kept giving him not so crafty glances and he returned them quite boldly, he was on his home turf and in command of himself. I'd have to tip Jim off regarding his role in things as I'd virtually offered him to Jo but Jimmy wouldn't mind. Things didn't quite turn out as we'd organised but they never do but more of that in a little while.

We finished our meal and flopped around in the sun. Surprisingly the boys semed a bit shy about stripping off but Pat and Dennis from up the road led the way and after that pair of prime boy flesh got their clothes off and in the water they were soon followed by Karl, Jimbo and Cho. I stayed poolside with the others, seemingly the ancients as Lorenzo was now well over sixteen.

Lorenzo or Renzo as he preferred managed to slither alongside me and lay a few inches away. "Jo asked me to look after you," he smiled pleasantly enough. "You OK with that?"

"Delighted," I studied the lump in the briefs he'd stripped down to. He was no midget and I had seen pictures of him before naked but never in action and never with the mass he was displaying at the moment. Like the boys in the pool he was getting aroused by the naked and wet boyflesh.

"Good," he grinned. "You've got a good looking crew."

"Cheers."

"Jo wanted to see them in the flesh as he's getting a good feedback from those first CDs. He's got a list of countryside stuff he wants and some pairs, naturist pairs that is."

"Nothing else?"

"Of course," he giggled. "He's always looking for people to feed into our little movie business but he'll talk to you direct about that. A pity Jake and Zander aren't here, they're our stars… and me," he grinned seeming quite pleased with himself. "They like the young ones like Pat and Dennis but we need some fresh blood."

"Right," I replied only vaguely getting the gist of things. Getting up and down from London would be a pain in the bum but once I got Karl under my wing things would become easier. Of course both he and Jim had part time jobs but they would go where the money (and sex) were, Cho was an unknown but he seemed to be mingling well especially with the blonde boy Pat I noticed. Jim was getting a bit jealous I fancied but I called him over to the edge of the pool.

"Yeah," he gave me a half hearted splash.

"I need a favour."

"Of course you do," he guffawed. "You want me to shag the top man, Jo."

"Yeah." I was surprised.

"I worked that one out," he grinned. "You've got one of his and he wants one of yours so you offered the tastiest." He laughed and splashed away leaving me dumbstruck. Was I that bloody transparent. Actually and without any disrespect to Karl, I hadn't offered Jim, he'd been requested but I wasn't going to tell him that, he was bigheaded enough. Anyway, I didn't want to upset the future wife.

"Alright?" Renzo asked as I slipped back into my place.

"Yeah, no probs."

"Goody… do my back please," he rolled onto his belly after handing me the sun tan oil. I saw Jim swim over to Jo who was in a deckchair alongside Anthony and make his presence felt, it was then that I realised Jimbo was not pairing with Jo after all, he was being used by Jo and his boyfriend but that wouldn't faze Jim one little bit.

"Yeah, that is nice," Renzo purred as I squirted the oil from his overlong hair to the top of his whites. "You're nice, you should come down more often."

"Thank you, you're sweet as well," I planted a gentle kiss on his shoulder and he gave a muffled giggle and clamped his cheeks. "Grrrr… " So solid and so firm, this was a youth on the verge of manhood not a boy like Jim or an overgrown boy like Cho. I'll leave Karl out of it, he's my top man and beyond compare, that's what I tell him anyway.

I oiled Renzo's back right down to his briefs, it was then he decided to remove them and lay in his naked glory with his pure white bottom fully exposed. Naturally enough I massaged his alabaster mounds and delighted in the springyness and bounce as he giggled into his little pillow. "Try the front," he croaked and rolled over.

God, he'd grown since his last photos, his cock was fully erect and jerked up pn his rounded belly. The foresking was history and his coral pink glans gleamed with the hint of precum as I slowly leant in and kissed the tip.

"Pervo." A chorus of shouts erupted from the pool, I had an audience and I saw that their pairings had begun. Cho was with the blond kid, Patric and my Karl had grabbed hold of the darker kid, the one I liked.

"You do your thing and I'll do mine," I called back and rubbed some more oil onto Renzo's chest. "We need privacy."

"I've got my own room," Renzo grinned and fondled me through my shorts. From the corner of my eye I saw Jimbo being taken away by Jo and his main man and Jim seemed quite happy. Two big cocks on a sunny afternoon was just about his cuppa meat, he was in his element. "Come on. Petey," Renzo crooned. "It's cooler upstairs."

We made off followed by catcalls but I knew they'd be at it soon. None of them were virgins and it's amazing what a quiet afternoon of privacy and safety can bring about.

Lorenzo did indeed have his own room and it was ideal. It faced out onto the main road so the racket down by the pool diodn't disturb us. I noticed stacks of photographs in frames, it seemed Renzo liked pictures of himself with presumably his conquests but he reserved half a dozen places on the mantlepiece for solos three of which were of the same boy. "Who's this one, Renzo?"

"Florian, my boyfriend," he sat on the bed. "We don't see a lot of each other as he still lives up in London. Once he's sixteen he's moving down here."

"True love?"

"Very much," he grinned. "But life goes on," he patted the bed alongside and as I sat down he pushed me onto my back and bent in to lap and suck at my belly. "That black kid's yours isn't he?"

"Yeah… and don't call him black for God's sake."

"Well, he is," Renzo laughed. "A nice one too… in fact, they're all nice. I like the Chinky, we'd do good naughties together similar shape, size and whatnot."

"And you've got the hots?"

"And I've got the hots," he giggled and rolled onto me tugging at my shorts. After that it was fun in the sun or rather in the cool and shade of his room. He was a good lover and topped and bottomed equally well. In fact I had a bit of an effort with his long cock as he was an enthusiastic fucker to say the least. He fucked me like a machine the first time but when we went for a slower and more romantic second it was better. He'd long been an idool of mine since I'd first sighted his pictures two or three years previously. He was so sweet as a boy and now he was a youth he was just as sweet but a damn sight more active and juicy. I didn't know if he was on pills or something but he seemed permanently hard and cum gallons, it must be his French genes or he was just a sex maniac. He said his main lovers were the mysterious Jake and Zander who I hadn't seen yet and were apparently working. I looked forward to meeting them as Renzo assured me that both were well above the average in the penis department which was a recommendation coming from him, believe it.

We lazed around and played around for most of the afternoon but were finally disturbed by Anthony knocking on the door and informing us that Jo was going to do a small sample film of Jim and Dennis, the two dwarfs as Renzo called them rather unkindly.

"OK, five minutes," Renzo called out to his brother.

"I wonder what he's filming them doing?" I asked almost innocently.

"Nothing drastic," Renzo laughed. "He's really taken with your Jim, it's the schooly look and no pubics."

"Yeah." We tugged out shorts on and fortunately we'd showered and done the cleanup and cleanout so were reasonably respectable. I grabbed another chilled can as I saw more had been produced and Jo was waiting for me. I could see by the proximities that Cho had been at it with the blond boy Patric and I guessed that left only my Karl and little Dennis as the remaining pair. Karl was smiling and having a laugh with Cho so they'd both scored that was for sure.

Jo saw me and nodded. "Right, we're all here and now for a small sample film with our very own Dennis and Jim… give a bow, lads."

The two dark boys got up and did the giggly bit and sat back down. Their moment of fame was over until we all ogled them at what they were about to do.

"Ten minutes, fifteen at top wack," Jo announced. "One static movie camera so all the action has to take place in one spot. Anthony will flit arouind doing some stills."

"So, what are we doing," Jim asked impatiently.

"Well, your fanny's a bit too bashed up for any real action," Jo grinned and raised a laugh. "Start facing each other on your knees, a bit of a snog and then a mutual wank belly to belly. The important bit is a messy cum on each other's privates and bellies and then a slip and slither together and fall onto the bed so that we can all see the result. Maybe a final little wave when I say so… silent movie by the way, it's only a sample after all."

"Mmmm…" The boys looked at each other and grinned. They were up for it and I was sure Jo would slip them some money.

"I should tell you that you all have aliases in this sort of game." Jo added. "Dennis is Cody and Jim is Jaime. That goes for the pinups, call them stage names if you like. Karl is Pedro and is Spanish according to the disc covers."

"Doen't help if someone comes upto me and says; Hello Pedro, I collect your CDs." Karl muttered.

"No pain, no gain," Jo said dismissively. "It's the Doppelganger Defence."

"Really?" Karl laughed.

"Really," Jo said seriously. "It's a fact of life that everyone has a double. If someone hauls you up and starts calling you Pedro you just insist your name is Karl and they'll give up."

"And if they don't?"

"Call for the police, they'll soon do a runner," Jo laughed. "To the Studio…" He stood and we all trooped after him to the front room which was kitted out with backing rolls, lights and all the paraphernalia of a regular studio with the addition of a fair sized bed in the centre. I noticed that otherwise the studio was bare other than one mirror, no pictures, no ornaments in fact no visible identity at all, even the counterpane was a plain creamy colour as were the pillows. "Kneel in the centre," Jo instructed and we all shuffled to the rear of the camera. He positioned his tripod and Anthony began to wander around although keeping outside the lines chalked on the floor. It was clear that they'd done this before. Dennis and Jim were already smoothing each other with their hands and both meaty cocks were in an aroused condition, the randy rugrats were ready to go.

"OK… smoochies and snogs. If you want to do a quick suck each do it but remember we're on the clock," he pointed to the big clock behind him. All very organised and both he and Anthony were deadly serious, no more joking.

The boys started but Dennis was the first to drop down and take Jim in his mouth sucking and slobbering away providing loads of lube. He went back up on Jo's command and then Jimbo not to be left out in the taste test also dropped onto Dennis' fat and very stiff dark skinned cock. Jo halted that after a few minuted much to Jim's disgust and they then resumed their mutual wank . A hand on each other's shoulder to steady themselves and they went slow, fast and slow again until we all saw their dark scrotums begin to tighten up. The end game was nigh as they say.

"Jeez, man, I'm gonna pop." Dennis groaned. "Faster, Jim. Faster."

Jim did and was experienced enough to know just when Dennis was about to cum. He carefully pointed the other boy's twitching cock and received two mighly blasts onto his lower chest and belly. Two minutes later it was his turn to ejaculate directly into Denis' thick black pubics and up onto his rounded belly.

"Whew," the both crushed together and fell sideways onto the bed indulging in a messy and slippery belly shag.

"Split," Jo called and they peeled displaying their gleaming guts and then rolled together again for a final bit of lip munching and then a little wave to camera, it was done.

"Alright?" Dennis gave Jim a final kiss and stirred the cum on his partner's belly with his finger.

"You got five minutes left?" Patric grinned at Jo.

"Yeah, go on," Jo laughed and turned on his camera again after moving in a little whereon Patric ripped off his shorts and went into a head to toe with Jim and started to lick the younger boy's mess from his belly. Much to my surprise Cho dropped his shorts and took up a similar position above Dennis. It only lasted five minutes but I saw Anthony give Karl a little jerk of the head and they both disappeared followed by Renzo back to the lounge I assume.

The four on the bed had gone beyond the cleanup stage, Pat was now sucking on Jim's root bringing the boy back to life and Jim had taken Pat into his mouth, the cleanup had become a regular sixty niner and Cho and Dennis were doing the same.

"Can you handle a man after all these children?" I whispered into Jo's ear and took a swift nibble.

"Easy," he laughed and switching off his camcorder turned around and dropped to his knees. "I assume it's seen soap and water since it visited Renzo's gut."

"Indeedy." I smiled as his hands tugged down the front of my shorts and my pride and joy popped free. To cut a long story short it finished up as a sixway on the bed but not filmed this time. I managed to get into Dennis for a little and then Patric but it was all a game and I had at least two penetrations before Cho… that bloody Chink yet again cum inside me and finished me off. After that it was all to the poolside showers and more food. When we left we even had a disc copy of the event on the bed. Anthony organised that as it seemed he'd become Jo's right hand man on the technical side and that was the position I was guiding Karl towards. My Karl was bright enough and as long as he remained interested enough… thoughts for the future and something to think about on the drive back.

Not a bad day and the only commitment we made was to host Patric and Dennis for a weekend's sight seeing and afther that possibly Lorenzo and Anthony, Jo was too busy making money. I did find out that all of the work he did apart from some small private jobs were done in the big house up the road and the packaging and distribution was done on the Continent. He and Anthony did the pinup stuff and that only. Further to that, he gave me a list of further work he wanted doing for additional CDs.

I had another thought on the way home. Jim had been keeping up with our story (this story) and he was driving me mad with what I should have said, what I shouldn't have said and what I left out. I got totally pissed off in the end and told him that as soon as we got home he could write a little chunk. On second thoughts, he could finish the chapter I was on, I hate to think what he'd do with a full length chapter. Ta ra ra (that's a trumpet fanfare by the way). I give you James, (aka Jimmy and aka Jimbo).

***

Hi people, Jimmy here and Jimmy dicating whilst Peter types. I can see he's got the hump so I'll press on.

First of all I'm not cock happy as he states or suggests, I just like going to bed with boys, youths and young men in that order. He's very lucky that he's one of the favoured few but onto the yarn. I live up the road with my mother, dear father having taken a hike some years back. As mums go she's pretty relaxed with me, she allows me far more nights out than most other kids get and I guess she either trusts me or doesn't give a toss, the jury's still out on that one by the way. I have a part time job in the chippy up the road over the school holidays but you know all this so lets get on with it.

Cho the Chinky (to go right back to the beginning of this chapter) was one of my lusts. Dunno why as he was built like a wire coat hanger but I'd been reliably informed by a close pal that he was pretty well bent in the feminine way more that the masculine. To put it bluntly he'd rather be shagged than do the shagging which seemed to suit moi. I'd expressed an interest through contacts and drawn a blank until the night he brought us our supper around and that's when the fun started.

The studio performance was pretty much as Peter had said, I did a bit of prompting and Cho seemed to leap at the chance to get some clothes off. Once he started to strip down I realised that he wasn't all that long and lanky, he just wore oversized clothes just like my mum got me. The theory is that you grow into them, the problem with this theory is that by the time you've done the growing they're worn out and you've spent a year looking like a clown. Peter told me to double up with Cho and I leapt at the chance. I was wearing an old bathrobe which hid little especially when you walked around with the front open. I saw Cho's eyes drift below the waterline more than once and he was interested. Well, I knew that, he'd given me a crafty little grope downstairs thinking himself unobserved. Come on! Pete's got eyes like a bloody hawk.

Anyway, there was Cho looking all virginal with his shirt off and I got to his rear and got my revenge. A good fondle of his spectacular bottom and he he just gave a wriggle, I actually bent a little and gave the back of his khakis a nip with my teeth and he just gave a little moan. I did the arms around the front bit and stroked his belly and nips then dropped onto his crotch, he was well away, I could feel his hot meat stiffening as I unclipped his waistband. He did a token protest but snuggled back onto me as his clothing slipped down leaving him in skimpy briefs, very skimpy by the way. I had a chance to take one feel of his meat and bloody Peter reversed us.

This was revenge time for Cho, he said something silly in a vampire accent and I replied in a similar vein (ho ho) but he was behind me now and I could feel his erection and it seemed pretty big for a queeny press against me as he bent his legs and worked himself against my bottom. He also shucked the bathrobe off my shoulders and it fell to the floor leaving me standing there in the nude with my trouser snake at the port arms. His hand wrapped around it and he breathed softly in my ear.

"I want that," Jimbo," he snickered and nipped my ear. His erection must have slid out of the top of his briefs as I could feel his hot spongy glans slippery against the small of my back. If Peter hadn't called a halt right then I might have got Cho's six plus sooner rather than later but the rest is history so I won't go over it again.

As an aside and Peter doesn't know this; I spent a night around Cho's when his brother was away and we fucked all night long but that one's for my memoirs.

Chapter 7a

Hi there. A bit of an explanation or a Foreword to this one. I was going to run Jim's (Jimbo's) birthday party after my holiday and 'official' consumation with Karl but as usual I got it all arse about face. In fact, Jimbo's party was a milestone as it introduced the third person to my permanent little stable. Simon and Denis had disappeared and Cho wasn't to last. Jimbo went through 'bestest friends' quicker than Elizabeth Taylor. Anyway, I'm getting in front of myself again so here's his party weekend in the correct timeline and I'll let our new member give his takle on it later.

I think Jimbo reached the dreaded fifteen midway between our Lewes trip and Karl and I taking a holiday. Yeah, three weeks after Lewes sounds about right, maybe four. Firstly Denis ceased to be my cleaner and he and Simon walked off into the sunset hand in hand with little bluebirds twittering around their heads in true Disney fashion. Good, no hard feeling on either side and it saved me some money, Jim was happy pushing a hoover around now and they and he was a damn sight cheaper. A week or so after the Lewes trip Cho drifted away, I don't know if Jimbo and he had a fallout or any details but no matter, as I explained he was too long and skinny to be a decent pinup model and as for the "naughties" that wasn't my bread and butter. Regular work and the pinup CDs were. I got both Jim and Karl out and about down to the big reservoirs down the A3 where we could comfortably do outdoor stuff. The final developement of this period (pre birthday to remind you) was that our ever loving Jimbo started to phone and Email the dark kid down at Lewes, Dennis. He actually told Karl he thought he was in love. Great, both short stuff and both dark haired and skinned… I could breed chimps. Gay chimps that is.

To cut to the chase (cliche alarm there) I had a chat to Karl and we decided to throw a small and tight birthday party for our boy and I say "our boy" as we both liked Jimbo and treated him like the Studio toy boy and he seemed to treat us like the family he didn't really have. He did have a mum but she seemed totally unconcerned with his whereabout and even his well being for most of the time. Jeez, we fed him and in the end even began to buy him jeans and things when he ran out of his own money. He had a troubled history and I didn't want to delve but Karl uncovered most of it but I won't repeat the sorry saga here.

Funnily enough Karl broached the idea of a party for Jimbo and naturally enough I agreed as his birday fell on a Saturday that was followed by a Bank Holiday Monday so we could make a weekend of it. Karl also came up with the second idea which took a couple of Emails and a lot ofsecrecy to fix. We were going to invite Dennis up for the weekend and give Jimbo a real treat, of course Sod's Law dictates that plans never go right. Lorenzo jumped onto he bandwaggon and decided to accompany Dennis which I didn't mind too much. Karl got a little miffed and I realised he had a little dose of the jealousy beastie. I was quite chuffed, Renzo would never surplant Karl in my heart to be all mushy, we might both bedhop with the best but at the end of the day we were an item, a partnership and I sat him down and told him so… and then said we'd share Renzo for the weekend, that cheered him up.

We had to organise things and I mean in secret, Jimbo was now bobbing in and out cleaning and sniffing around as was his wont (you like that). He was cleaning and he was like a bloody sparrow or squirrel, he was in everywhere but I trusted him, he was virtual family now. The masterplan was that Dennis and Renzo would be delivered mid afternoon around the back by Anthony who would be driving them up. We'd stuff a cuppa down Anthony and get rid of him. We would then prepare Jimbo's main birthday present for five in the evening and the party proper would start for eight. We did tell him most forcefully not to invite any homophobes or ruffians but other than that to feel free. He responded that he didn't know any "straights" but he would ask a couple or three of his stallboy mates specifically excluding Denis, Simon and Cho I noted.

He was dead keen to know what we'd got him and why the five o'clcock deadline but that was between Karl and myself. We battened down the hatches as old sailors do, he'd spend the preceding week in every cupboard, under the beds and probably on the roof as well just sniffing around and searching. He was around with his mother on the Friday night and working at the chippy until around four thirty on the Saturday afternoon. Timing was essential with our plan and he probably spent a sleepless night on the Friday wondering what he hell we'd got him. He'd find out Saturday at five promptly. He said he'd invited about four mates and one "old friend" and that they'd been told eight o'clock and no earlier.

Saturday was a fine day, the market was busy very early being a Bank Holiday which meant that most of the stalls would be closed and probably sold out by mid afternoon. I phoned Lewes after breakfast and was told that Anthony and passengers would be rolling just after lunch. Everything was fixed. Karl was first on the scene and we went to the big Safeways down the road and did one food run and then another for booze, our little fourteens and fifteens could let their hair down tonight. Of course I was still on the look out for models and hoped that one or two or Jimbo's pals might fit the bill. Karl and I ate lunch down at Jimbo's chippy just to check he was on station. He was and we wished him a happy birthday and told him four thirty and no later. poor darling was wetting his knickers in excitement. He probably thought he was getting a couple of hundred quidsworth of off road bike bestways and a double fuck worstways. He was in for a surprise.

Actually he had one further surprise, the postman delivered late on a Saturday and sure enough there was a clutch of cards postmarked Lewes and a couple from Brighton.

The boys from Lewes turned up around three thirty which was nice timing and Anthony had a quick cup of tea and did a quick turnaround as he reckoned the weekend traffic was already building up and he was right. We saw him off and bundled Dennis into the shower although he claimed he was squeaky clean. No matter, we had a plan.

Den had the quickest shower in history just to prove he was already clean and we got him into the studio, my old Prince Coco Studion now half dismantled but good ebnough for what we had in mind. First a nice big piece of black plastic sheeting on the bed and then the virginal (grin) Dennis. Then we attacked him. Me with the whipped cream, a giggling Renzo with the chocolate sauce and as the finale Karl with the banana slices and glace cherries. Poor Dennis, I think he was on the verge iof hysterics and to be honest he looked like a giant fruit salad when we'd finished. The point is a fruit salad doesn't have a twitching glans exposed erection nestling amongst an artistically cluster of cherries. A rough guess was that Jimbo would go for these first as he was a glutton for those damn cherries although I doubt if he'd tasted them nestling in a puddle of precum.

"Switch off, Den," I grinned as I heard the front door bell go." Spot on time our Jimbo."

"Hide in the top bedroom, Renzo," I ordered as Karl rushed off to welcome the birthday boy.

Renzo just made it up the stairs as Jimbo appeared with a bit grin. "OK, Jim. Have a nice shower but be quick. You're pressie's perishable."

He was baffled and full of curiosity, he probably thought we were going to leap on him and shag him but he looked around quickly before shooting into the studio shower discarding clothing on the way.

"He's in the shower, curtains up in ten minutes," I cracked the studio door and kept my voice down.

"Good," Dennis chuckled. "I've started on his cherries already."

"Don't eat them all, they're his favourites."

"Sorry," I heard followed by another giggle as I quietly shut the door ."

Five minutes later Jimbo emerged from the shower with a damp towel around his waist. Karl quickly whipped this away leaving a bemused Jimbo standing totally naked and as limp as soggy lettuce.

"That's no good," I grasped his soft but turgid cock in my hand and felt it twitch and thicken. "You've got until eight," I guided him to the studio door and opening it shoved him inside. Karl and I grinned and high fived each other as we heard two shrieks and a lod of laughing and then there was a sort of slippery squelch and then mumbling fowllowed by silence. "Let's go upstairs and leave them to it," I grabbed Karl and he pulled back. "Whatsup?"

"I'm staying tonight," he declared firmly.

"What about waiting until your sixteenth?"

"You don't think I'm leaving you alone with this bunch of sex manaics especially after a night on the booze… not to mention four or five stall boys."

"Jealous cow."

"I know," he grinned. "You did offer sharing Renzo earlier."

"Indeedy," I grinned. "No time like now. "Noodle or parson's nose?"

"Play it by ear," he laughed and up we went. There was silence from the studio and I imagined that things had turned out well. Jimbo could have his other present later, I just hoped it fitted.

Renzo was messing about in the kitchen making himself at home, the kettle was boiling and we settled down for a cup of splosh. Come on, we are English and tea comes before sex every time all the same it didn't stop Karl going into sex kitten mode which is a bit unusual for him. Renzo made the mistake (?) of dropping a spoon and as he bent down to pick it up Karl was behind him in a flash grabbing Renzo's skinny hips and pressing up against the yeilding flesh. Renzo being a willing boy straightened up and squirmed back into Karl's embrace wriggling his sweet bottom into Karl's crotch.

"Make the bloodytea," I sarled sitting at the kitchen table, I was bloodyparched and these two were behaving like mongrels. In the end I poured a bucket of cold water over them…. well, I didn't but you know what I mean. I told Renzo that we had four boys coming and possibly a fifth but to play it cool. We'd have the drinks and whatnot up in the flat and if any one of the boys showed the slighest signs of interest in the "dark side" then go for it or him. All a bit ad hoc as they say but it was Jimmy's party after all although as a businessman I was hoping for a fringe benefit to fall out way. Surely to God one of the four had to be interested in modelling or even going that extra mile. It wasn't as if Karl or Jimmy made any secret of their panty posing and eveyone else klnew I had the chaperoned kids in and out like yoyos

"Jo is intererested in Karl and Jimbo doing so really down and dirty stuff with our lads… pool sex sorta thing or even sauna sex up in the big house."

"That's upto them," I looked at Karl. "We could always come down for a week after our holiday."

"Mmmm… Where you goiong?"

"Crete, the same place you and Jo went last year or the year before. We're getting a flat, self catering and all the rest of it."

"That's what we should have done," Renzo laughed. "It would have saved a lot of shuttling around bedrooms in the middle of the night."

"A good chance to chill out," Karl remarked.

"And you'll be a sixteen year old virgin ready for plucking when you get back," Renso grinned.

"In your dreams," I laughed.

"Shurrup," Karl snickered. "Hey… his hand appeared from under the table. "Lorenzo the Skinny has a stiffy."

"Better take him to bed for an hour or so," I stood displaying what I had and Renzo grinned. He was up for a little game and the pair downstairs were probably still pigging out on whipped cream and cherries. We wandered along to our bedroom and I let Karl do the leading. After the news that he was staying the night I was determined to make sure he spent the night with me and not one of the strays that Jim was bringing in and that was making the realy massive assumption that any of them was staying the night. I wanted my Karl with or without Renzo, with luck Renzo would find himself a bed mate for the night. We had enough rooms and worstways a couple could always rough it on the sofa. It was all very suck it and see and I just hoped that Jimbo had selcted his pals well. Four rent boys would do, at least they knew what the score was and I was firnly convinced after a couple of years observing the market and it's workings that most of the boys were on the game or as near as damn it.

"Geroff," Lorenzo squealed as Karl pushed him onto the bed and fell on him. I was close second and the ritual disrobing began. It was more a frantic ripping off of shirts and trousers but the end result was the same. Karl's dark brown body clinging to Renzo's much paler form clearly aiming to pot black to get all snookerish about it and me down on Renzo's long and jerking cock. We got around into a sixty nine and somewhere along the line Karl got himself into Renzo and away we went.

It was only a filler, something to occupy ourselves until the kids arrived at eight. I hope the two dowstairs remembered as it would be a bit embarassing for them still to be shagging in the studio when Jimbo's little guests arrived. Anyway, for the time being Karl was giving Renzo a nice slow fucking and our boy from Lewes seemed to be enjoying it as he shagged into my mouth and I sucked his very stiff prong. Yeah, he enjoyed it alright, he let out and almight screech as he cum into my mouth and Karl gave his usual long and low moan as he cym into Renzo. We were done apart from myself and Renzo finished me off as soon as he came down from wherever he'd been. He was a good sucker, every little drop right down to the little trickle at the end and we shared a threeway slippery and spunky kiss to finish. Well, not quyite a finish as we crammed into the shower to get ready for the party and from what I heard from downstairs the other two were also in their bathroom. One advantage of having a bathroom on both levels although the studio one was much smaller. After that we all got dressed, all shorts and singlets as it was a warm evening and it would get hotter with the little mob we were expecting.

"Jimbo said his money's on Sean," Karl informed us as we were setting out trays of munchies, you know; cheese squares on tothpicks, baby sausage rolls and all that shit, just a help to soak up the booze. I'd had three cases of WKD deliveres and at twenty four bottle to a case that should be enough. I also had a twenty four pack of Fosters and my own selection of spirits for anyone old enough to do some serious drinking. The point was it wasn't a serious booze up but most of these kids drank the coloured alcopops or cheap cider and I wouldn't have that shit on the premises. Christ, here's me getting all judgemental and I was looking for at least one "to fall from grace" as the local vicar would say. Jim was having a birthday and I was having a recruiting drive.

"Why Sean?" Renzo asked brushing his unkempt blond hair from his eyes. "Jeez, I need a hairnet."

"There's some headbands in the studio," I looked at him and brushed the hair from his eyes. "Sean is the oldest at fifteen and Jimbo suspects he's a goer… mind you he says that about everyone he fancies."

"Sean is a good looker and Jim boy might be right," Karl observed. "He's about the only one who might bunk down for the night."

"None of the others?"

"Nah, they're all fourteen and tiddlers," Karl grinned. "Once they see your studio pictures they'll finish up hanging onto each other like little virgins."

"I love little virgins," Renzo giggled. "They're ran out in Lewes."

"They ran out when you and Jo got down there you mean."

"When the new Millets opened and Jake and Zander started measuring inside legs," Renzo laughed.

"What's funny?" Jimbo asked as he came up the stairs.

"Talking about Lewes," I checked over the birthday boy and both he and Dennis tailing him looked spick and span. No signs of their recent efforts. "Go on, Karl. Now's the time before the kiddies arrive."

Karl stepped forward and removed a box from his shorts. Opening it up he grabbed Jinbo's right hand and slipped a ring over the boy's ring finger. "From Peter and myself. Happy birthday." kiddo."

"Hey…" Jim looked at the chunky gold signet ring with it's rather ostentatious J engraving and got all weepy giving Karl a big smoochy kiss and a hug and then came to me and did the same. "Thank you, thank you," he babbled and tilted his hand to the right and left to watch the thing glint in the last bit of sun coming in the windows. "Thank you."

"Well, we have adopted you," I laughed it off. I'm not into too much emotion in public, stiff upper lip and all that crap but I was chuffed with the expression of Jim's face. He knew he was wanted and he knew he was liked, that meant a lot to a boy with his background. "Brief me on your pals, Jimbo."

He did and confirmed that the fourteens, John, Dave and billy were just kickabout mates but Sean was a little different. Sean was fifteen and had long dark gair and to top that was a dish as Jim put it. The additional guest was a sixteen year old called Dominic who Jim said he knew from year back and there was something there. Karl was my sidekick and knew Jim as well as I did. As Jim mentioned him and babbled on about Dominc having recently found a job in the area, Karl looked at me and gave me a sly wink. I would be watching Dominic.

We intended to have the party in our big open lounge upstairs as the music and TV were up there but I briefed the others that if any of the guests showed any interest in the studio down below that had to be given a tour. I didn't make too much of wanting more models but they gort the idea and I think Jim's emphasis on Sean had perked a little interest. Lorenzo was predatory I knew that, I think Dennis was probably less so but he was sweet and hanging close to Jim and they seemed to get on well together. Well, they should after the whipped cream party.

"Who fucked who then?" Lorenzo asked boldly.

"Fucking?" Jim looked surprised. "I thought he was the birthday cake, I didn't know we could have sex as well."

There was dead silence for a moment and then they both burst out laughing and we left it at that. I reckon they went turn about but that didn't matter as the doorbell was ringing and the night was about to begin.

Well, what a foursome two likely lads and two very unlikely and I saw Jimbo at the window waving and he rushed down to answer the door before the bell even rang, it must be hios mysterous half brother. Having a vague inkling of Jim's weird family life that should be a story worth hearing. Anyway, Iwas being introduced to the two older boys and both blonds, Sean and John. The two younger were Dave and Billy. both brunette and both fourteen. Of course, it was the two older who interested me, my stable was all dark at the moment, I needed a couple of fiar haired, peaches and cream types and most certainly Sean fitted the bill, a bit tall for his age with unkempt blond hair that hung low on his collar, the smaller John had his cut in what they used to call a crew cut and had it gelled up like a porcupine… sweet all the same. The smaller fourteens were just decoration as far as I was concerned but karl would look after them.

What caught my eye was the older boy who followed huim up the stairs. Slender, lithe and a bit on the Cho style without being built like a telegraph pole. Comfortably tall I'd call it, about the same height as myself and just a tad swarthy with long and very shiny dark almost black hair. He was another one of my visions and he put me in mind of someone I copuldn't quite place. He was introduced as Dominic and I immediately swagged him away for a drink with Jimbo and Dennis in tow.

There was a milling around and they all presented the birthday boy with cards, he also gained a couple of packets which were clearly CDs so they weren't complete savages. I got a garrbled story that Dominic and dad used to live with Jimbo and mum quite a long time ago and for about a year, hence the half brother bit… easy when you follow Jimbo's confused mind. All the same I couldn't keep my eyes off of Dom, he was so me if you know what I mean, he was bloody beautiful and he was something else. He was in desperate love or lust with our Jim, every time our boy moved Dom's eyes followed him but he in his turn was being ogled by little Dennis from Lewes, the evening had started well. The two little ones immediately started to watch the Saturday football roundup on the box but the two blonds were under attack from Lorenzo and Karl doing their bit. I saw Sean studying my arty tarty pictures, the shaded bottoms and bits being escorted by Renzo doing his studio guide bit. The smaller John had gone downstairs with Karl and hopefully they were also talking business. John was nice but not really me, on the other hand Dominic was and so was Sean to a lesser degree.

Food accompanied by WKDs and then more food progressed the party so that it was getting rowdy and bumping along an hour later. Football always helps and the fact that Dominc had recently moved from North London and was an Arsenal supporter against three Chelsea supporters got them all going. Personally, football bores me to tears but as soon as John declared himself for Newcastle things really began to get heated.

There is always one constant with parties of this kind and that is that the boys will drink until it starts to come out of their ears and this mob was no different apart from maybe the predators, Renzo, Karl and myself. Dominic was also a slow drinker and keeping an eye on things especially Jimbo who by now had started to profess his dying love for Dennis which went down well especially with the two fourteens.

Karl was also keeping an eye on Dave and Billy both who worked down the other end of the market. Over an hour had gone by now and everyone had viewed the public prints, the one's hanging on the wall that was and the conversation had turned to posing, pinup and of course porn had to get a mention. I was trying to avoid it but boys are boys and once the booze is flowing the talk gets dirty. Thankfully by ten the two younger ones, Dave and Billy the ones I was worried about decided that they were going to some sort of a rave and that suited me fine. It left those of us who remained to let our hair down a bit. I knew, or was pretty sure that Dominic was hot, Renzo was cooking and the two dwarves were nearly inside each other's knickers. As for little fifteen year old John… well, that one was in the wind.

I took the boys downstairs myselves and let them out making sure the door was locked after them and returned to my guests, I needed a word with Dominmic who I'd now recalled me of the young English actor, Rollo Weeks. Not incredibly famous but well known enough to English film buffs, The Thief Lord, The Little Vampire etc. I was a mad fan of his and now just as mad a fan of Dominic's, I think he knew it as well.

"Jimbo seems to like that Dennis, almost gay," he remarked straightfaced.

"Just like boyfriends," I agreed and he sniggered.

"I bet you that you have some nice pictures of Jimbo tucked awy?"

"I have two whole discs of him, they're on sale."

"He told me about those," he laughed. "I mean the others, the under the counter ones."

"Whoa, Dom… you're pushing."

"Jim wouldn't mind," he wheedled.

"If you're that hot to see his private pictures why not ask him. I can't betray the boy or I can't go behind his back if you know what I mean."

"Good for you," he grinned. "Just testing… I'll ask him." He walked across to where Jim and Dennis were sitting either side of a semi drunk John and whispered something in Jimbo's ear. Jimbo just laughed and turning to me gave me a thumbs up and then decided to make his wobbly way across.

"You can show him what you like on one condition."

"What's that, Jimbo?"

"You invite him to sleep over with Dennis and myself.

"I'll invite him but I don't know if he'll accept."

"He will," Jimbo grinned. "It's an offer he can't refuse."

"Right… how's John?"

"Pissed and pliable," he grinned and walked back to the sofa.

I beckoned to Rollo, sorry Dominic and took him downstairs.

I settled him down at my studio computer and flashed it up. I then allowed him to float around the regular files for the Ds we had on sale whilst scrurrying to my cache and digging out the Jimbo "fine art" selection. This disc even had the Jimbo and Dennis belly wanking film snippet on it. When I came back into the office he immediately sighted the CD in my hand and smiled. "You know how these work?"

"Natch," he confidently opened the slide and worked his way to the disc's menu. "What's the VLC one, quite a big one."

"Try it," I pulled an office chair up alongside. There was a mumble of conversation from upstairs so the other guests were ahhpy enough and so was Dominic as the small film started.

"Jeez…" he breathed and glanced at me with a grin. As Jimmy and Dennis went through their routine I slid my chair in and draped my arm around Dom's shoulders and he just kept watching. "Perv," he muttered and fiddled with his groin.

"You're alright, Jimbo fancies you… so does Dennis."

"Dennis as well?" He voice broke.

"Stay overnight and you'd probably have to bunk in with them."

"Jeez…" It seemed to be his favourite word but he was hooked. I should have rubbed my hands with glee but I risked it and copped a feel on his crotch. Wonderful! He was as hard as a rock and it felt lengthy, no doubt I'd hear more about it in the morning from the ever vocal Jimbo.

"You've got a soft touch," he whispered leaning towards me. I took another risk and nuzzled at the side of his soft neck alongside his long hair. "Tomorrow?" his eyes glinted in the gloom.

"Tomorrow," I agreed. "Keep Jimbo and Dennis happy tonight."

"I'll try," he giggled as he film ended.

We went back upstairs studiously ignored by the rest although Seam glanced my way and gave a little smirk. Time was marching on however and no one was attempting to move. John the little blond had almost passed out and Sean was looking decidedly wobbly.

"You can stay the night, lads," I spoke to the two guests. I didn't bother with Dominic he'd got himself back between Jimbo and Dennis and had clearly passed on the news.

"Ah, right. Where we sleeping?" Sean asked looking bewildered but still at Renzo.

"You can bunk in with Renzo, he's got a big bed and Dom can share with Dennis and Jimbo downstairs," I looked at them all and got fuddled nods. I couldn't see much action tonight as nearly alll of them seemed half plastered. The blond headed john was sprawled on the small sofa out of it and I mean right out. "We'd better leave John where he is,;" I suggested.

"I'll check on him overnight," Sean volunteered.

"Great, I grinned. That was it all done and dusted and I wanted to get to my bed and my Karl but Jimbo had one final stunt up his sleeve.

He wobbled from the sofa and stood by the TV. "WEho wants to see Dennis and I having a bit of a giggle?" He asked. "In glorious technicolour." I looked at Dom,inic and he rolled his eyes upwards. Of course on a quick tally I realised that ebveryone had seen it, even the making of it apart from the new boys. Sean and john and Joh was sparko.

What sort of film?" Sean grinned snapping open another bottle of WKD.

"They both have a wank." Renzo spoke contemptuously as if bored.

"It was a good one though," Dennis giggled and squeezed Dominic's thigh/

"Yeah, go on then," Sean looked at the TV as if expecting it to begin. "Let's have a look at Jimbo flashing his bits… and Dennis of course," he gave Dennis a flash of his teeth.

"OK," I wnet to get the disc, he'd asked for it and with the lack of fuss about sleeping with Renzo I had this kid down as a goer, or an experimenter at least. I was still non the wiser with John but he was off planet so didn't really matter.

I put the CD into the player and menued in the film, that shut them up. Looking at it over my last whiskey and lemondade of the night I had to admit Jo had done it well. Both boy's kneeling belly to belly and cock fighting whilst busily wanking. I could see that Sean was mesmerised and was craning forward trying for the fine detail. I could also see he was perkiong well in his loose combat trousers. Renzo looked over and winked, he was happy at least. The one thing that was Dominic was sitting there watching the film again and Dennis and Jimbo were quite blatantly feeling him up, Sean was engrossed with the film and missed what was the start of a real sex show within touching distance.

Well, that was that. I think Sean looked at Jimmy and Dennis with slightly different eyes after that but ten minutes later let hiumself to be dragged off to bed with Renzo who looked like a cat with a mouthful of prime canary. However I did notice one thing and that was as they went into their bedroom with Renzo leading Sean gave our Lewes pal a quick grope. The door shut on the sound of giggles. After that I gave the threesopme on the sofa th hint ansd Jimbo and Dennis were off dragging the willing Dominc to the lower lever. Karl and I had a tidy up trying to ignore the comatose John stretched out on the small sofa.

"Put a bucket by his head in case he pukes?" Karl smiled although he'd had too much to drink himself.

"Yeah, do it. Make sure he's laying on his side."

After a few indecisive moves we decided to risk it and leave the boy alone. Things were quietening down and it was nearly one in the morning. Not late as parties go but late enough. WKD is called an alchopop but it is 5 percent and can knock usually smart teenies flat on their arses as they're pleasant drinks and slip down like a sweet fruit juice. Lethal to drinkers let alone youngsters. Not a bad result all the same, young John was the only casualty and with a boy's constituition he should sleep it off. And yeah, I did cop a feel whilst he was unconcious and the verdict was one squishy lump in need of further attention but not right now.

"We gonna make mad passionate love," I whispered to Karl as we wandered arouind switching the assorted lighting off.

"You can but don't wake me up," he giggled and headed for the bedroom. I did the final check, I could hear muffled giggles and taking coming from the studio bedroom so they were alright. From the bedroom next door I could hear subdued conversation so ditto there. One final check on John and I was off to bed. One birthday party complete although I suspected Jimbo was going to collect more presents before the night was out.

We got to bed in the end and as we stripped off I admired his dusky form in the half light. We'd bedded before, many times in fact but this was out first night performance. In the past it had been something to look forward to, a milestone but now it was just routine. We fell into bed and wrestled around tiredly and went to sleep in each other's arms. How's about that for a climax, all the hype and all the expectation and he slept in my arms like a baby. I reached down to feel and I was soft, a slight move and I could feel him, he was turgid but not hard.

"Later," he muttered and turned away.

"Right," I replied half alseep and cuddled into him.

I was awoken very early in the morning by a crash out in the lounge and was up in a shot, I felt muzzy but OK, Karl was sleeping like a log but I was concerned about my flat and studio for that matter. I had a full of half drunken teenies and anything could be happening. Out in the lounge I found little blond John sitting on the floor by the bathroom, it looked suspiciously like he'd walked into the door but I ignored him for the moment. There was absolute silence from Renzo and Sean and leaning over the banister I could hear nothing from the three downstairs.

"What's up, John?" I tried to keep the laughter from my voice. He looked a wreck, his hair that was stylishly spiked last night was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot. Fortunately WKD doesn't seem to give you bad breath so he was alright on that front.

"Wassa time?" He muttered and fell onto his back like he was trying to go back to sleep.

"Just after four on a Sunday morning and you woke me up."

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I was busting for a pee and the door fought back," he gave a groan and rubbed his head.

"Come on," I helped him upto his feet and guided him into the bathroom. He looked at me as I stood there but I remaianed watching him as he tried to squirrel his penis out without me seeing but it was no good. It was early Sunday morning and I was in the mood. As he shook off and tucked it back into his trousers I turned the shower on and adjusted the flow to a nice warmth. "Shirt," I demanded.

"What?" he looked totally bemused.

"Get your gear off you're having a shower and coming to bed."

"Ah, bed…" he sighed. I don't think he realsied that al the beds were occupied or perhaps he did. Much to his dismay I stood there until he was down to his briefs and then moved in. He tried to fight me off struggling like a girl but he hadn't got a chance as I tugged at his skimpies until he gave up and got them down and off. I was naked already which he couldn't have failed to notice espcecially as I hadf a lazy lob on which went from being half hard to a full erection as I guided him in under the war, water. "Does everyone get this treatment?" He looked at me still sulky as he moved his head under the shower's spray.

"Only people who wake me up," I smiled and began to tend him with a soapy sponge. He was nice, probably the same height as Jimbo but meatier, he was a good looker and would definitely suit as a CD model if not more. He had a stumpy cock but a fat one which was beginning to swell as I tok the occasional feel and he had a bottom to die for. I know, I say that about all the boys but it's true and suddenly he stiopped trying to push me away and fight me off. He relaxed and as I finally wrapped my arms around him he lay ahainst me happy with me stroking his back and then his smooth flanks.

"I thought you were with Karl," he suddenly spoke and looked up at me.

"We're a partnership," I grinned. "We do our own thing some of the time…"

"And the rest of the time?"

"We're partners as I said," I held him tigher squashing my erection between our bellied allowing his now totally hard cock to slip between my legs. He had to start moving, any red blooded boy does when he's up for his morning wank and his stiffness if stuck between a pair of soapy thighs.

"Now this I can handle," he chuckled and grabbed my cheeks.

"Karl would probably fuck you if he saw this."

"I'd fuck him back," he growled with boyish bravado.

"Good, that's settled," I laughed and held his slippery body as he moved in and out of my soapy makeshift fanny.

"Gawd, I'm gonna cum," he maoned and that's when I made my move. I dropped to my knees allowed a few seconds for the soap to rinse from his fat cock and took the succulent sweetmeat into my mouth. Poor soul, he nearly colapsed as I took most of it in and began to move my head back and forth tasting his precum and wet flesh. He couldn't last, he was a fifteen year old randy schooly and he was on heat. Minutes later he gave a strangled groan and I felt the first jet and the taste of his bland and slightly salty semen. He held my head tightly and fucked my face squirting another three decent splashes until he sagged, drained and sated for the moment. "I've never had one of those before," he giggled.

"How's your head?"

"Fine, I just feel a bit wobbly."

"In that case we dry off and go to bed, we still have another four or maybe six hours, it is a bloody Sunday after all. Do you need to phone home?"

"Nah," he giggled. "Not Saturday nights, I usually sleep over mates."

"Mates?"

"Decent mates," he looked at me. "Not mates who want to shag me."

I shrugged, at least he knew the score and seemed OK with the situation or so it seemed as he grabbed my hardness in one hand and began to wank. I put my hands on his shoulders hoping against hope and he sank to his klnees. More than I could hope for and I sighed with satisfaction as his warm mouth took my glans in and he began to suck. One thing occured. He was a willing pupil or he'd done it all before and now wasn't the time to ask, I just contented myself with letting him have his head as they say.

"Stand up, I want to try something," I hauled him to his feet as he gave me a reproachful look, turning him around I snuggled upto his wet abck slipping my hardness into his crack. He wriggled and struggled but they just stood still with his cheeks very firmly clamped.

"If you do me, I get to do Karl," he muttered.

"Guaranteed… that's a promise."

"You sure?" He asked suspiciously.

"He likes white cock."

He giggled and as I felt around his front his slippery cock was at a full hard again. God knows what was in that WKD but it seemed to keep the kiddies spirits up. "Make it nice and soapy," he demanded and his buttocks relaxed.

I knelt and soaped him up and gave him a bit of the finger and he squirmed around. As soon as I felt him push his sweet bum onto me I sliped up his back and guided my soaped up erection between his sweet cheeks. He actually reached behingd himself and spread his cheeks with his hand. This kid was on the game, he was a rent boy, he had to be. Even Karl and the others hadn't been this willing of knowledgeable for that matter. When I pushed against his pucker I was surprised to find him as tight as a drum and he moaned with satisfaction as I entered him. I held him tightly and just fucked with my hips driving hard and deep into his delicious tightness. He reached back again and held my hips until I thwacked in for the last time and ejactualted a night's pent up cum deep into his hot insides. I cum so much it was bubbling from his little pouty pucker and he rested against the tiles wall grinning at me satisfaction clear on his face.

"You later," he smirked. "And that Renzo kid and Jimmy and…"

"I get the message, Sweetnuts." Then we went for our fist kiss and he was good at that too. I didn't know how my two colleagues had done but Karl and I were set for the rest of the Sunday morning. As for the others, I'll let them tell tjheir own stories.

Chapter 7b

Dominic's Story

Hi, now for my side of it.

I've known Jim or Jimbo as they called him since he was ten and I was twelve. It was simple enough, I had a one parent family, a dad and so did he, a mum. My dad and his mum hit it off and lived together for just over a year. I think the master plan was that they eventually got married and everything would turn out sunshine and roses. Well, life never goes like that , they argued and I've got to say she was a bit of a lush, she drank like a bloody fish and whilst my old man worked his socks off she quite happily spent his earnings. Of course I had other things on my mind, at twelve, I had friends and I had things to do. Unfortunately, I was also lumbered with a "half brother', he wasn't anything of the sort but that's the way the family played it. I was the babysitter, the guardian and mentor to one very strange kid. From the start I liked Jim, I liked him a lot, he had dark curly hair then and the most gorgeous eyes. I think I might have been in love other than the fact that I knew boys just don't fall in love, especiially with pseudo half brothers.

The trouble was that even at ten Jim was sexually precocious, he never bloody well stopped. Each night was a nightmare and towards the end when I started to have wet dreams and all the rest of it he was even more active. How the hell I never actually raped him is beyond me. He asked for it, by God he wanted it and by the time he was eleven and I was thirteen he very nearly got it. Fate decreed otherwise. My dad finally lost it and vacated the place with me in tow and away we went to the other side of London. I said goodbye to Jim and the poor little darling cried his eyes out but I couldn't do anything about it, the parting was final or so I thought.

When I hit sixteen my dad moved back to the area and I left school getting a job in Wicks the big Do-It-Yourself Store down by the Wandsworth Roundabout. Dad and I lived up Battersea Rise and in my travels I happened to wander down the street market and who should I bump into Jim, my sorta half brother Jim. All grown up now but unchanged in the basics, scruffy black hair, gleaming dark brown eyes which I could never decide were mischievous or just evil. This time it was different, there was something between us and it wasn't only old times. We went in a cafe and caught up over a gallon or so of tea.

Naturally enough at fourteen coming on fifteen he was still with his mother and from all accounts she hadn't changed. She had a series of boyfriends so he had a string of Uncles, he worked at a fish and chip shop for most of the summer hioliday but he had started a new line of part time work which he was very secretive about. Don't forget I'd lived with this kid for over a year and I knew he was dying to spill the beans. Much to my surprise I was interested, I did want to know what he was upto, I was actually concerned with his wellbeing. The brotherly bit had stuck.

He told me he was also working at a photographic studio as a cleaner and also did some posing. "Pinup" he whispered and I was left to wonder what the hell sort of photographs they might be.

"Got yourself a girlfriend?" Dom," he grinned. He always called me Dom by the way, Dominic was too much effort I suppose.

"Nah, stacks of time," I brushed the question away. "You?"

"Not really," he grinned, looked around and leant in to whisper. "Lot's of boyfriends though."

"Really?" I suppose I blushed a bit but I wasn't really surprised. I knew way back that Jim liked boys and he'd really only stepped up the ladder a bit. Jeez, he wasn't even fifteen."

"Yeah," he smiled. "My birthday next Saturday by the way."

"Do I get an invitation?"

"Of course," he cackled and grabbed my leg under the cafe table. "You're my guest of honour."

"At least I'll get to see these pervos you're knocking around with."

"They're not pervs," he snapped. "Peter, Karl and the others are good guys. Just earning a living like anyone else. Everyone does girl pinups and it's alright, anyone does boy pinups and it's all shit, buggery, fuckery and badmouthing…"

"Alright, alright. Calm down, Jim." I put my hand over his and felt him tremble with anger. "Calm down."

"Well, people are alway so bloody judgemental. You can go around slaughtering millions of ragheads and fucking the planet up but if you like a kid in his knickers you're the great fuckin" Satan."

"I said calm down," I squeezed his hand. Well, he did cool it a bit after that but he certainly did have strong feelings and I was pretty much a modern youth. I had no strong opinions either way. I , like most people, don't like to see children abused but I considered a kid to be capable of making his or her mind up by thirteen or fourteen. Come on, a boy should be able to kick a pervo in the nuts and scream his head off. I didn't actually know anyone who collected "chickens in briefs" but I was sure they were out there, in fact, Jim told me there were thousands out there and he could prove it by the money he was earning off his CDs. Anyway, in my mind, some boys look better than some girls, you only have to look at some of the pouty lipped airheads on the TV. I had a bit of a thing about David Platt on Coronation Street but don't tell anyone. Another thing was that as we'd talked I'd been studying Jim, he was quite attractive in a way. No he wasn't… he was very attractive, I'd gota teeny crush on an evil little midget.

"Eight o'clock in the evening, don't be late," He grinned back on form. "You'll get on OK although you'll be one of the oldest because Karl isn't sixteen for a couple of weeks."

"Yeah, I'd like to," I answered quite truthfully. More to the point, I wanted to make sure he wasn't being taken for a ride by this mob, I suppose I was in my knight in shining armour mode.

"Peter and Karl are going away on holiday in a couple of weeks," his voice dropped again. "They're having a honeymoon in Crete in a nudist colony or something."

"Yeah, right," I grinned. He did love trying to be a bit outrageous. That's my Jimmy, no change there then.

On the Saturday I arrived on time and just about followed on from four boys going into the place. I was delighted to be embraced by Jimbo babbling about how glad I'd come and all the rest of it. I was introduced all round although I spent the next hour trying to remember who was who. The oldest guy and Jim's boss was anywhere from twenty to twenty four and he had this drop dead gorgeous half cast in tow, half a West Indian or something I guess but he was dishy. There was a blonde lanky kid called Lorenzo or Renzo and a short, dark kid who Jim seemed glued to… I guessed that was the latest romance. The other four were strangers as I was and we gradually got talking. Football as always took over and the ice was broken.

Mind you I'd been in a gay club once and the atmosphere was a bit like that, eyeryone watching everyone else. I had the Boss man and this Renzo ogling me most of the night so I took cover with Jim and his pal who was quite nice, little Dennis and Renzo were up from Lewes of all places.

Jim told me that Dennis fancied me which I'd worked out for myself from the may knee contacts and meaningful glances. Yeah, given half the chance I would although I'd never done it with a boy before… or a girl for that matter. It turned out quite a nice night but once the two younger market boys went home around ten things started to relax a bit. Renzo was chatting up the two remaining kids from the market, both blonds by the way and I finally managed to tear myself away from Jim and had a word with his Boss, just out of politeness you understand. I can't really remember the conversation and I expect his account is correct but he offered a sleepover and I think I said something about Jim and his posing. One thing led to another and I finished up going down into what he called his office and with me looking at Jim's collection of pinups on a monitor. Gawd, he was so sweet strutting his stiff in tight speedos and briefs . I mentioned nudes I think and this guy Peter produced a CD of Jim and it wasn't just nudes. It was Jim in all sorts of combinations right from solo wanks to doubles and I mean meaty doubles. The ace in the hole was a fifteen to twenty minute film of him and Dennis doing a wank and a wank over each other, now that was stiffy provoking and this Peter actually felt me up.

I just let myself go and got a kiss for my troubles and also got allocated my sleeping quarters, needless to say I was sharing with Dennis and Jim. To end the evening just before midnight Peter showed the film again to the party. I was pretty convinced they'd all seen it before other than the bigger of the two market boys, his pal had passed out by the way. To cut a long story short after that we went to our various sleeping billets. I was half drunk by then and intent on saving my virginity, giving Jim babies, giving Dennis babies or just going to sleep in no particular order. Jim had hinted very heavily that he and Dennis were into "give and take" but I presumed that was between them not realising that included me… just goes to show how silly you can get after half a dozen bottles of WKD.

"Alone at last," Jim twittered as we went into what he called the studio bedroom. It was as I imagined an Arabian bordello, rich drapes and a huge bed. The place was done up like a palace one side and it looked like they were building a dungeon the other side… weird. "This is the Prince Coco side and we're doing our next epic over there," Jim pointed to the bit under construction. "The Prince and Prisoner."

"Sounds kinky," I grinned. The trouble with Jim was I never knew if his was telling the truth or talking crap.

"Who's the Prince and Prisoner?" I asked idly.

"Karl for Prince," he giggled. "He's the Boss" boy, me for a guard and hopefully one of the blond's for the prisoner ."

"Sex involved?"

"You betcha," Dennis spoke from the rear and I'd been rude, I'd forgotten all about him but he'd undressed and wrapped his arms around me from the rear and I could feel his hardness poking me in the rear. "Coming to bed you two?" He broke free and snuggled into the bed. I glimpsed his swinging meat and a beautiful bottom and my own arousal firmed up. I had a pair of them to contend with and it could be fun. Jim promtly shed his clothing and stood naked in front of me.

"You like?"

"You know I do, Jim… get into the bed."

He laughed and slipped in with Dennis and they promptly got into a huddle kissing and basically making out. Trying to be brave I got undressed and blushingly slipped in alongside Jim with my pecker at full port, the next minute Jim's warm body crawled over me and I was in the middle of two very horny boys. I was in heaven.

It was glorious, the two boys who seemed to be half drunk did everything and I mean everything. What I'd dreamed of many times happened, Jim was down my belly like a professional lapping every inch of the way and when he got to my hardest of hardons he just took it in grabbing my buttocks and parting them. Dennis who was on my back was down like a shot, his eager tongue probed and lapped at me until I was merrily fucking Jim's mouth and ruffling his dark hair with one hand and reaching behind to play with the other one. Talk about the Terrible Twins, they may as well have been. I was intending to fuck them both, play the butch man a bit but I had no chance with these two. As Jimbo held my scrotum tight to stop me cuming and sucking vigorously at the same time I felt the other shortarsed rat slip up my back. His glans speared between my cheeks and he'd already lubed up, talk about being prepared. I just let go with a long qhavering moan as he broached me. Both of them were larger than they should have been for their stature and I began to realise I was in for a hard night.

Suddenly Jimbo let go of my nuts and I felt the cold gel of KY or similar being rubbed into my cock. "You up for this, Big Half Bro," he giggled in the darkness.

"Only if you stop calling me Half Bro. You can call me bro or Dom," I returned his kiss as he munched my lips and Dennis slowly worked his way into my bum.

"Gime babies, Dom," he span around and I felt his soft bottom press against me. I slid my erection up and down his crack and pushed when I felt his pucker. He gave a long drawn out groan and pushed himelf so that I sank into his heat just as he pushed back on me hard. I was sandwiched between him and Dennis and it felt great. Thinking back and the way he'd performed tonight I could probably have taken him when he was ten and have been his first but this was fine. Circles within circles, I thought I'd lost him forever four years ago and here we were re-united and in bed… on top of that doing what I'd dreamed of. I was fucking Jimbo and his pal was fucking me. I didn't need to forget the simian little Dennis, his arse was grass before the night was out.

In the heat of the moment I suddenly realised that a foreign body was in my bottom to get all twee. Bloody Dennis had taken advantage of my preoccupation with Jimbo and had porked me. My mind could only take so much onboard at the same time and after a couple of Peter's whiskeys I was putty in their hands. Well, not all of me was putty going by Jimbo's groans and moans but now I was beginning to feel Dennis. He may be a smallish kid but not where it counted and his warmth and his lips on my neck were a turn on. His groin pressed into me and he did this little squirmy motion as if screwing into me, I could feel his heat and his hardness seem to suddenly swell and then the most extraordinary feeling as he erupted inside me. I could almost see his penis as it squirted and flooded my pipework with his sweet boy juices. Moments later he slipped free from my messy bottom and I felt a small towel being rammed between my cheeks. God, this pair were so organised but now I was in charge and I pushed Jimbo over onto his belly and parting his legs got mine between them and really went to town. I'd hear of long cocking and tried that for a while. I pulled right back until only my glans was lodged within him, I waited a moment and then plunged in again opening him up time after time and he loved it. In the end he was begging me to go harder and faster and I did, pumelling his soft little derriere like tenderising steak. When I cum at long last I felt like I was draining my essence into his body in a tidal wave. I could feel my spunk coating my cock and smeared between his cheeks and as he eventually wriggled free and attacked me with his lips I collapsed. I was flooded and drained… weird situation to be in but then again, the night was still young.

We pulled the bedding over us and I slept between them. They were like clockwork soldiers, as I turned one way I had Dennis on my back, I turned the other and Jimbo clung to me. If I tried laying on my back I had hot breath from both the left and right tickling my face. I wondered about sleeping on my belly but decided not to risk it. With randy rugrats like this you can only push your luck so far.

In the end and sometime in the early morning I felt Dennis start to fondle me, Jimbo was in snooze mode so I turned towards the second of my bedmates.

"You up for it?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yeah," I smiled in the dark. Was he offering or what?

"On our sides, nice and gentle. Try not to wake Randy Rugrat."

"OK." I held my hardness out which had miraculously recovered from the Jim episode and was ready for more. Dennis was just as professional as Jimbo, I felt him back onto me and I was put in mind of the engines in a shunting yard as he lined his slick ring back onto me and pushed. Gawd, I held his warm and tough wiry body as he gave the quietest of moans and pushed back onto me. I dunno about the Muslims and their virgins, they seem to have a thing about humiliating women by the way but I'd settle for my two randy slutboys any day. "Nice," I whispered and Dennis giggled.

"Yeah, you are." He pushed back harder and it began.

Lorenzo's Story

Well, it was winding down and it had been a relatively civilised night. A damn sight quieter and more couth than the parties Jo and his Russian mates put on but these guys were finding their way and I had to respect that. If it had been at Jo's everyone would have been naked and rolling around on the floor and the two kids who had left, the fourteen year olds, would have been prime targets. As I've said they were a bit more civilised. I'd made a claim on the blond kid, Sean, his mate John who was a little smaller had passed out and was alseep on the small sofa when we left. Everyone said goodnight to everyone else. Tall dark and handsome Dominic trooped downstairs with his equally dark little pals and I wished I was with them. They were going for sex, they were even talking about it on the stairs. I was stuck with Sean who was looking more and more nervous as the time neared.

Even Peter had to ask the question: "You alright, Sean. You can sleep in with Karl and myself if you're worried about Renzo." Yeah, cheers for than one Peter.

"I'm not worried about him," Sean looked at me and gave me half a sneer and half a grin which is an art in itself.

"Excellent," Peter gave John now snoring on the sofa a last check over and Karl placed a plastic bowl by his head just in case he decided to honk up. "We'll say goodnight." That was it, off they went and I was stuck with Sean.

"Fit?" I looked at him trying not to undress him with my eyes. He was quite an attractive boy, the trouble was he talked the talk and walked the walk but I had the horrible idea I'd finished up with a virgin, maybe the only virgin out of the lot.

"I wouldn't mind a coffee or something."

"Let's do it," I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. He followed me in and stood right behind me as I brewed up.

"Er… I gotta say something…"

"Go on," I turned to lok at him. I had to remember I was seventeen now and he was only fifteen, the thing was I had a couple of light year's experience under the belt.

"I don't normally sleep with men," he grinned shyly.

"I'm a youth," I smiled back. "If push comes to shove you can sleep under the sheet and I'll sleep over it."

"Mmmm…" He needed to think that one out. "No," he finally decided. "Just remember I'm not on the game like him," he jerked his thumb at his pal out in the lounge.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Sean laughed for the first time. "He brought me, I didn't bring him. Him and Jimbo are like that." He held two crossed fingers up.

"Well, I won't rape you," I moved in closer. "I might have a suck on that though," I reached out and grasped his groin delighting in the feel of firm flesh. So, he wasn't that scared after all and as I squeezed it he made no effort to pull back and I felt it harden. So far so good.

"I can live with that," he croaked beginning to blush.

"Can you live with this," I grabbed him around the waist and planted my lips on his neck. It was too early for a lips to lips but the taste of his smooth neck was like nectar or is it ambrosia. The sweet and clean smell of all boy. He pressed against me wrapping his arms around me and we ground groins feeling each other hard within our clothing. Well, that was stopped by the kettle boiling but it was a giant step for mankind. "We'll do alright, Sean."

"I'll try," he smiled again.

We sat in the small kitchen and had our coffee and then I clicked the light off and taking his hand tugged him across to our bedroom. I didn't put the light on as there was enough to see by coming from the stret outside. We undressed silently in the gloom and right at the end I dropped my briefs standing naked for a moment as he watched me. "Do you like having them peeled off then?"

"Not really," I saw the flash of his teeth as he grinned and then he dropped his boxers. Eminently satisfactory; he was nearly two years younger than I was but he measured up. It was long and thick and sticking out like a battering ram. Whatever reservations his mind had they clearly weren't transferring to his cock… that was ready for action. I slipped into bed and awaited his final step which he took almost immediately. He slipped into bed and then turned into face me. This time I moved in and kissed him again only this time on the jaw and I felt his arms around me and slip down onto my tight little arse. I gotta say that as no one else will. "This could be a night of firsts," he giggled softly and the next time I kissed him I managed to brush his lips. He turned his head and placing one hand on the back of my neck drew me in for the fourth and the first proper kiss of the night. Very bold of him but his erection had also slipped between my thighs. "Not backwards in coming forwards" as my brother Anthony would say.

Now I have a theory with newbies, they may want to experiment and they may even be gays deep down inside but no kid wants to be used and that's the barrier that has to be broken down. Let them know that anything that happens and the ultimate is sex, that they will get equal shares. Let them know that they give as good as they get. They like the phrase swings and roundabouts and it normally starts off with you do me and I'll do you sorta thing. Sean was no different to other boys, he didn't want to be used as a plaything by an older boy, he wanted his share and I was happy enough with that. He was a well set up kid for fifteen and now we were in a bed, in the dark and with complete privacy he was a goner. I held his hot cock and moved the loose skin up and down pinching it over his glans feeling the slip and the easiness. He must be producing some precum and I wanted a taste, I was as horny as hell and wanted his sweet arse but I'd have to work around to that. I kissed down his boyish chest and onto his silken skinned belly feeling his penis brush against my cheek. He moaned and made little prodding motions upwards, this boy knew what he wanted but then again so did I. I squeezed his loose skin over his head again and lapped at the little slit tasting the slimey precum ooze from his pee slit beneath. "Jeezus…" he grunted and thrust up just as I opened my mouth. He gasped as I took him in and suckled on his twitching cock.

I had him, I clasped his firm buttocks and set to work giving him a slow blow and savouring his smooth cheeks and tight little buns. He fucked into my mouth and I think he was a bit confused as I started to move around on the bed. "Just between you and I," I whispered around his cock and brought my middle upto his face. I think he needed to work that one out but he took me in hand and as I made tentative little prods he finally got there. I could imagine his face although I obviously couldn't see it in the darkened room, he was probably doing the martyred saint bit, the put upon look that mums do with their kids but he took his first cautious lick and that was it.

"It tastes yeuchy," he grumbled and took a more adventurous lick. I pushed again and he stopped talking and slipped his lips around my cock. I rewarded him taking him in deep and we started. He liked my back end as he grabbed and fondled my bottom like a right little perv but the crunch was upon us. I'd been on heat all night what with the boys and the promise os sex and it all came together in one moment. I groaned and flexed my belly shooting my first squirt right down his throat and holding his head as I ejaculated a flood of my spunk into his mouth. I think he had to swallow to save himself choking but the end shots went onto his jaw and neck and he was upset to say the least. "You dirty bastard," he snarled. "You could have warned me."

"Sorry, Sean," I smiled in the dark. "What goes around, comes around," I ducked my head again and took him in deep. This time he was on a revenge gig, he fucked into my mouth with the clear intention of cuming or probably humbling me in his view. I didn't care, I just wanted his thick creamy boy essence and then we could progress to the real heart of the matter. The hardest bit was over to pun and I could feel his nuts uptight in their furry ballbag, he was on line but he did have the grace to warn me… in a way.

"Aaaargh… Renzo… I'm cu… shit!" His thick cock shot his load right into the back of my throat and as I gulped it down he filled my mouth with a second and third shot which I munched and rolled around my teeth as he slipped free and gazed at the ceiling.

"OK," I slipped up the bed swallowing his juices and giving his nipples a suck on the way north.

"Incredible," he whispered and grinned at me in the gloom as I lay alongside him. Any disgust, recriminations or second thoughts would come now as tI hought back to other first timers. Not with Sean though, he just rolled inwards and kissed me on the cheek. "That was good."

"A fuck's better," I nuzzled at his ear.

"Maybe later," his eyes gleamed. "I'll fuck you if you ask nicely."

"You do me, I do you."

"Suppose so," he muttered and it was my turn to grin. Banzai! I'd scored… or nearly. Anyway you sliced it, the night was looking good.

We lay there in the near darkness comfortable with each other's company and it wasn't until about an hour had passed that I heard him slip from the bed, ten minutes later he was edging into me and I felt his warm lips on my shoulder as well as his hardness against my thigh. "You awake?" He whispered.

"Just," I turned into face him and smelt Listerine on his breath. Good, I like a nice clean boy. "How's the drunk?"

"He's alright, snoring like a piglet," he chuckled. "Wait until he wakes up and finds he's on his own, he'll go ballistic."

"Aaaah, poor soul," I said mockingly and draped and arm around his lightly stroking his smooth flank just allowing a finger to drift into the top of his crack.

"Mmmmm…" he snuggled in tighter. "Why do I think you fancy my bum?"

"Because I do, Lover Boy."

"Ditto," he giggled and slid his erection between my thighs again. I clapmed on him and rolled onto my back taking him with me so that his smooth belly presed against my own erection and his lips were on mine. "Gawd, I'm so hard," he whined. I just smiled, I'd heard that line before.

"You've never done it with another boy?" I continued in a whisper. Peter and Karl in the nest room and I didn't want to disturb them although we had both listened to their love making last night. I should say noisy lovemaking to set the record straight, no shame either of them.

"No but I want to do it with you."

"What goes around, comes around," I reminded him.

"I know that," he tensed his bottom as I clasped his firm you cheeks and squeezed extra hard on his cock. He was moving slowly between my thighs and I judged the time was ripe. Reaching back and under the pillow I found my KY.

"Kneel up between my legs," I opened up and after a moments confusion he knelt up taking the bedding up and out of the way. I squirted some KY onto my hand and gave him an oily wank. He knew he's scored and moaned his gratification as I worked the glop into his hot and very hard meat. It was a nice one, he was a nice boy and both he and his jutting and oily penis were all mine.

"What now?" He looked down at me although I could just make out his shape hovering above me.

"Take it easy and stop if I tell you."

"Right."

I folded my knees back to my chest and pulled his slippery meat towards where I wanted it. He nearly freaked when his glans brushed across my pucker but I held it steady for just that moment. "Slowly…" I held it for just a second as I felt his pressure on me and he just popped in. As easy as that to a well used slut like myself. I gasped and clenched and then relaxed. Why the hell do they all look so easy and once they broach you they feel like fucking logs but he was a good learner. Once he'd got over his initial entry and no doubt tightness and heat came into his mind along the line he slowly and very carefully fucked his way in. He discovered that he could kiss as well as fuck and crouched over me gaining depth and fucking my mouth with his busy tongue.

He pressed against my legs with his shoulders but I just moved them around and got them under his arms resting them on his hips as he started to go. As he crushed into me he virtually laid on me and started to go like a bunny rabbit. He was good and I lay back and enjoyed his little twists and turns, his corkscrews as he made a job of me. When he started to ram harder and mumble fuck talk I knew he was going to pop. When he did he rammed me up the bed and his nice meaty cock exploded inside me giving my gut a load of his thick juicy spunk. He was good considering I thought that I'd drained him some time before. He lay on me as my legs dropped and his softening cock slid free.

"God, I'm in love," he whispered and kised me again only tenderly this time and rubbed his belly against my own hardness. "That was fantastic."

"First of all you're in lust not love," I stroked his sweaty flanks as he continued to move against me. "Now you know how you're going to be fucking everyone who looks half way willing."

"Maybe John, he's been trying to swag me for yonks."

"Like him?"

"A lot," he grinned. "You are so hard," he giggled. "Wanna fuck?" He ground his belly onto my penis.

"The easy way the first time," I pushed him off me and lay him onto his belly. "Don't panic but I'm going to stretch you just a bit first."

"That sounds bad," he muttered nervously.

"Open your legs… and relax."

As he opened up I gave him a swift kiss on each mound and repeated my matra which was for him to relax. First one finger then two, the regular way with loads of lube and oh so careful. This was a key moment. Once he got comfortable I pressed in deeper and hit the button. That did it as I finger fucked him feeling that important muscle relax He whimpered and wriggled on the bed and I don't think he even noticed when I slipped free and knelt between his knees.

"Jeez…" he bucked on tthe bed and writhed as I pressed in and took him. His tight ring opened and then clamped on my shaft as I moved in deeper and then stopped.

"Aright?"

"You could have warned me," he complained and then clutched the pillow. "'Weird,'he gave another nervous giggle as I started to move inside him gaining a little depth at each move. He seemed to take to it well or uncompainingly at least. At last my belly nestled in the small of his back and I gave that little extra dig. "Sadist," he pushed back onto me and we were away. He was good… hold on, I've said that. He was a good bottom as well as a good top, a good all rounder as his school report card should say. In fact, as we fucked he started to respond and respond well.

He pushed his bum up and forced me up into a doggy pose and then continued to push back as I fucked on. When I came it was a beauty and I continued to move in his cum flooded bum as he slowly fell face down onto he bed. "Hot boy," I whispered in his ear and nibbled the soft lobe. "Very hot."

"I feel such a slut," he moaned into the pillow.

"Our secret," I assured him slowly withdrawing from his beautiful bottom.

"Yeah, but I still feel like a slut. You're not supposed to enjoy being fucked at least not a proper boy…" he tailed off.

"Come on," I cuddled him. "Lots of boys your age swing both ways as you'll find out."

"Or die trying," he finally giggled and rolled. over.

"Keep the faith," I volunteered rather inanely.

"Oh yeah," he wrapped an arm around my neck and dragged my head down for another kiss. "Well still got half the night left," he grinned. "Tiime for another round before brekky?"

"If you insist.

Chapter 8

The two boys (Billy and Phil) who feature in the next Chapter are also the stars of Doctor Dick. This small five parter is available on PZA Boys Stories (here). Really it would help if you read it before Chapter 8 of The Prince Coco Project.

Billy and Phil walked down Battersea Rise towards the street market at the bottom of the hill. They had an appointment at Cope Associates, the photographic studio about a third of the way down the market. The studio was on the opposite side of the street to the market itself and they chatted about their last and only visit the previous Saturday.

"That Jimbo kid goes like a rabbit," Billy grinned. "And I thought I was a sex maniac."

"You are," Phillip his slightly Goth pal laughed. We have to call Phil "slightly" Gothic as since meeting up with Billy and his outgoing manner Phil had started to return to normality. He still had his long lank dark hair and a rather depressed attitude but he was healing. A good example was that they were both wearing baggy shorts and t-shirts a mode of dress completely alien to the old Phil. Mind you some vestiges remained, he still had enough chains and assorted shiny metalwork hanging from his shorts to drag them down onto his slender hips and expose his belly and the small of his back to the sun. More than a few people willed the shorts to go south but that's Wandsworth for you . Billy was completely the opposite, spikey blond hair and a cheerful disposition and quite a well built lad for his fourteen years. Truth be known he was quite well endowed and topped Phil in the penis department which just happened to be a fact that Phil rather enjoyed. He wasn't a total bottom but with Billy he faced down more times than he faced up and you can work that one out for yourselves. Billy had a huge t-shirt on more like an old fashioned nightshirt but his bare legs with their blond fuzz were tanning well in spite of his dislike of sumbathing. Billy was a child of winter really with his Jack Frost hair making him look remarkably like a demented hedgehog and his startling sea green eyes. Dishy was the word that sprang to mind when you looked at him and the first though would probably be: How much does he charge? A lot of fourteens to sixteens look as Billy did but all that glistens is not gold as they used to say.

"Anyway, we get to do some posing today," Billy cackled as they rounded the corner into the market. "Dom says he got the OK from his Boss to punt out some money for us do do some knicker shots."

"Yeah, I wonder how long they'll stay up," Phil sniggered.

"Who cares, a tenner each'll come in handy. There's two other kids they've got lined up as well so it'll be a bit of a mix and match."

"Let's hope they're not fuglies," Phil said pausing at the door to the Studio. He looked at the busy market briefly and remembered back to last week, now that was a Saturday to remember but today was business, there was a tenner to be earned and maybe the slightest possibility of getting together with the delightful Dominic for a slap and tickle. He knew Billy had a crush on the other kid, Jimbo, so no probs there. These other two kids were flies in the ointment but time would tell, he laughed and pressed the bell.

"What's funny?" Billy looked at his friend and pretty regular lover.

"I was thinking about these other two, maybe a case of suck it and see."

"Mmmm…" Billy grinned as a young voice demanded their business. A long buzz, a quick push on the door and they were galloping up the stairs to be greeted by Dominic who stood at the top smiling a greeting.

"Welcome back," Dom ushered them in. "Come in and meet the boys… I want to do a quick chat so we all know what we're doing."

They followed Dom who took them up more stairs to the lounge where they found Jim and two blond boys sitting drinking from chilled cans. Jim grinned a welcome at them and immediately rushed into the kitchen to get them a drink. The two strangers were called Sean and John and both were fifteen although Sean was slightly the taller of the two. Both looked amiable enough and nice enough to bed Billy privately thought but that was for the future. He wanted to hear a bit more about this posing and the accompanying payment.

"You've heard about the pinup CDs Peter and Karl do here," Dom looked at them. "Well, Peter phoned up the other night and I mentioned that we now had four likely lads and he asked me a bit about you and I told him. Three blondies and one dark hair," he looked at them and grinned. "He was interested and asked if Jimbo and I were capable of making a start on four personal CDs… so I said yes and that I'd ask you."

"And if we want to get our kit off we get to earn a tenner?" Billy asked. He was the youngest of the four but he wasn't going to be left out. No one, not even Phil spoke for him.

"Tenner per person per session. Each session should be done in around an hour… that's the straight pinup of course." Dom was steering a cautious course. He knew that the boys probably knew porn was in the air but first the bread and butter and surprisingly enough that was the pinups, the briefs and speedo stuff. It was legal, easy to do and there was a constant demand for young teens in their underwear. The proviso was that the kids were good looking, had a reasonable body and could manage that all important and unspoken sex appeal just like any slut on Page Three of the Sun.

"So, how does it all work?" Sean broke his silence.

"Peter has finally decided that each CD will comprise ninety pictures of each model. The initial and first CD would be around twenty pictures wandering around the kitchen and lounging around. Twenty undressing to underwear. Thirty posing in swimwear and a final thirty rolling around on a bed in briefs… brief briefs that is. On the final thirty it would be nice to see a few lumpies if you know what I mean. I don't mean hardons, I just mean lumpies. Each disc should earn you around fifty quid and fringe benefits.

"What are the fringe benefits?" Phil asked.

"Getting loads of boy on boy sex," Dom answered straight faced. "As you all know we have lots of room here and we don't mind you relaxing after work."

"Now that sounds good," John the shorter of the blonds looked at Phil and winked which slightly miffed Billy but no matter, he still had the hots for little Jimbo. He was more his size and Dominic was nice as well.

"What about any follow on CD's?" Phil asked.

"That's all down to popularity. If people buy your first CD then we'll need more, if not then probably not."

"The good news is that the hour's initial posing isn't going to take that," Jim took up the patter. "Both Dom and I will be taking pictures from different angles and we only want twenty after all. The point being if we take fourty or so we can sort out the best. The first session is a few in the kitchen and a few lounging around in here which will need the spare bodies to keep out of the way. Also it's shirts not t-shirts."

"We haven't got proper shirts," Billy pointed out.

"We have," Dom grinned. "In fact, we could have gone through to the second section but we haven't got the money to pay you."

"I'm not fussed," John piped up. "You give me a tenner and I'll do what you want for an hour… maybe throw the little blond in as a bonus," he grinned at Billy.

"Works for me," Billy laughed refusing to be over awed by the older boy. "I'll do the same and get him for a bonus."

The other "staff" looked at each other and grinned, this was so easy. How hard could fourty poses be. Phil and Sean nearly spoke as one declaring that they'd do the same. One hour for a tenner and they got to play with their opposite numbers.

Dom promptly agreed. He'd saved the studio fourty quid and he would have earned some kudos with Peter when he returned. "Billy first," he declared fishing a clean shirt from a pile. "Followed by John." The shirt was the normal schooly type with short sleeves and opened down the front. Billy peeled off his baggy t-shirt and was directed into the kitchen for the start. The other three non combatants withdrew to the end of the lounge and kept out of the way. Dom gave a running comentary and directed Billy to stand here and there, to look pensive, to look sulky and to look sexy. Some with the shirt half open but always concentrating on a nipple here and a navel there and all the time Jim was taking shots from a different angle. The second phase was basically done straight away after replacing the memories in the cameras and was a slow undressing but just down to briefs. It's incredibly hard to take twenty good shots of a few simple actions like peeling a shirt off and removing your shorts but they managed. Of course a sprinkling of bare feet shots were taken for the "footsie crowd'. The whole shoot was completed in just over half an hour and then it was John's turn.

John's session followed Billy's in style, maybe he played it a little sexier but the other two, the bigger lads, Sean and Phil were getting a little bored. After asking permission they went on walkabout down in the studio below. The photographers quickly finished with John and he and Billy sprawled on the sofa in their underwear as Dom rounded up the two from downstairs.

"Under the big bed," Phil whispered to Billy and John as he passed to begin his session.

"What?" Billy looked up but it was too late. The third session began and Billy and John wandered down the stairs into the studio level They had a good poke and pry finishing up in the Prince Coco Suite as it got called although it was still undergoing transformation to something a little darker. This would be the scene for Peter's Drow Prince and Prisoner epic, another set of photographs taken from a set of 3D Sims that Peter liked.

"What did he mean… under the bed?" John knelt down to look under the bed, Billy's eyes were glued to the fifteen year old's tight arse contained in his blue briefs.'Tasty," he sighed amd John raking around under the bed giggled.

"Nice bed for fun," he grunted and slid a flat case from underneath. "He must have meant this."

Both boys placed the case on the bed and opened it up.

"Wow," Billy looked at the assorted paraphernalia inside and grabbed an item. "A double dildo?"

"Weird," John agreed. "Betcha couldn't take that."

"As if I'd want to," Billy sniggered. They both sat on the bed with the case between them exploring. Dildoes of all shapes and sizes, buttplugs, cock straps, some strange marble type objects on a cord and God knows what else.

"There's another case under there," John muttered playing with the marbles on the cord. They were small one end and worked upto larger and fatter marbles the other. "I know what these are," he declared.

"Tell me," Billy grinned excitedly. This was better than posing and he could see already that his partner was aroused.

"You oil these up and feed the little one's up someone's jacksie, you then stick them all in and pop them out slowly… it opens and closes the pucker for those who like that sort of thing."

"What's this for then?" Billy found that the double dildo was, in fact, two dildoes together but joined by a slider so that you could use it as a solo or as the two together.

"A double fuck?" John guessed and slipped up onto he bed. "Use one at first to loosen up the poor mug and then go for the two together."

"Yeah," Billy agreed uncertainly. He was getting harder and harder at the thought and slipped up onto he bed as well. There was silence from upstairs and he guessed the photoshoot was progressing as planned. "I prefer the real thing," he moved up alongside John.

"I guess that's what this is for," John giggled producing a tube of gel from under the pillow. He'd laid a bet on something being there and he was right.

"Spot on," Billy grinned and rolled inwards clasping the blond in his arms. Other than their one year's age difference they were remarkably similar the glaring difference being that Billy was overdeveloped whereas John was normal where it counted. That didn't make him a string dick it just made him slightly smaller than Billy but he was already at work on that particular asset of the spikey haired blond's. He'd slid his hand inside Billy's briefs and held the boy's warm cock in his hand slowly and sensually running the loose skin up and down as they sampled each other's lips for the first time. "Let's get naked," Billy grunted wriggling free of his briefs. By the time Sean and Phil walked in without knocking they were belly to belly dry humping and getting very hot and bothered.

"Carry on, campers," Sean grinned and bent by the bed withdrawing the second case. "Phil and I will be in the other studio having a play around."

"What about the others?" Billy asked. Slightly relieved that the four of them weren't going to be using the one bed. It never occured to ask what was in the second case.

"They said they'll be busy sorting out the shoots, that we have to enjoy ourselves and they'll have pizzas trucked in for five thirty." Sean said his bit and dragged the willing and unusually giggly Phil away with him.

"Sounds good to me," John flathanded Billy's chest forcing the slightly smaller boy flat onto he bed. "Now for you young man," he squirted some gel onto his hand and wrapped it around Billy's jerking sixer. Billy moaned and lay back to enjoy. He'd forgotten about the double dildo and the other stuff for the time being until he felt John buckle a narrow strap around his scrotum and the base of his cock.

"What's that for?" He struggled slightly but John's oiled hands were working on his genitalia and the strap was a soft leather after all. He felt his cock and balls tighten under the slippery fumbling but suffered in silence. The more experienced John knew exactly what he was doing.

"When you come, you'll do a super cum," John smirked and kissed the tip of Billy's wildly jerking cock.

"I always do a super cum."

"A super duper cum then," John rubbed his own erection against Billy's until they were both slippery and ready for the next level. John fumbled in the case of dildoes to Billy's surprise and withdrew what appeared to be a larger than life version which had a small handle. A grin and a click of a switch later and the thing vibrated and buzzed away like a miniature buzzsaw.

"That's a big big," Billy muttered doubtfully but John was ignoring him and smearing gel onto the tip of the implement.

"Just give it a go," John whispered. "If you don't like it you can have a go at me."

"OK," Billy squirmed in the bed as he felt his legs raised. Finding this position too tiring he lay on his side and awaited what was to come. The first touch of the thing was ultra weird. He felt the buzzing and vibration between his cheeks and then the exquisite sensation of the vibrator toying with his pucker. He was as hard as a rock and his unreleased juices pressed against the cockstrap almost painfully when he felt his ring part and the shiny and buzzing head slid into his hole. "Aaaaaah…" he tensed as he felt the thing enter him and then John was laying on him and working the tool deeper and kissing his neck and shoulders. In addition to the cockstrap and vibrator he had the further sensation of John humping up against his leg and leaving smeary tracks as his precum dribbled from his hardness. "I've gotta cum, John," Billy muttered feeling the vibrator sink deeper and deeper into his gut, it was strange but it was quite nice and he clamped his bottom on the juddering plastic in his belly.

"Way too early. Hold tight," John grinned at Billy threshing around on the bed with just one tiny bead of precum escaping the lockdown. He smeared lube on his own length first and then ripped off two lengths of duct tape from the roll in the case. He rolled Billy onto his belly momentarily and fixed the vibrator by taping across it and securing the tape to Billy's clenched buttocks. Seing that the buzzing and moving dildo was firmly fixed he manhandled Billy onto his knees he rolled onto his back and assumed the position. "Mount me, Billy boy and once you're in take the strap off."

"Hooray," Billy smeared some more lube onto his swollen and inflamed cock and placing it at John's gleaming ring pushed in hard and fast sinking right into his whispy pubics and cock strap in one smooth thrust.

John wailed but it was the reaction he'd expected and as Billy's big cock filled him he smoothed the boy's body and reaching down fumbled at the strap. Billy gave a sigh of relief and started to pump, his need was so strong and he expected to explode there and then but he had to work for it. His arse was filled with buzzing imitation cock and he was so sore around the front but he was getting harder and harder. In the end he crushed his lips onto John's and at the same time rammed in deep and hard. It was the sensation of his young life and he moaned and wriggled as he felt his vastly enlarged cock squirt and spray jet after jet of his creamy boy spunk deep into his willing partner. From now on cock straps were a must for foreplay. He had to try one on Phil, or maybe Jim or even the untried Dominic… now there was a sexy beast.

"God, that was incredible," he fell onto John and his still hard penis slipped free with a slurping sound sending them both off into another bout of giggles. Billy lay back and wriggled his hips feeling the fully inserted vibrator buzzing away in his gut. "You know there's only one thing to beat a vibrator,"

"The real thing," John grinned and rolled Billy onto his belly again. Slipping between his new lover's spread legs he carefully removed the duct tape and gently withdrew the still buzzing object watching carefully as Billy's gaping boy fanny slowly closed. "Try this." On an impules he grabbed the dual dildo and ajusted it so that one led and the other slid back ro form a handle.

"No, no," Billy moaned as he felt warm hands spread his buttocks. "I want something that squirts." He wriggled his bottom but it was too late. John slowly but firmly fed the single dildo head into Billy's already loosened fanny. He moaned and clamped on the intrusion, this thing was bigger than the vibrator and he groaned. It was nice all the same and he clutched the pillow as he felt it begin to move and sink deeper. Clearly he couldn't see to his rear and he didn't see when John started to slide the second head up alongside the first. "Whatcha doing?" Billy wriggled, this afternoon was proving a bit more of an eye opener than he'd expected. His arse would be as soggy as a can of fworms after this lot but then he tensed as he felt a pressure as the second head slid up and pressed against his already well stretched ring. "John…" he protested but John pushed.

John watched as the flared end of the second dildo pushed against the edge of Billy's ring and the flesh parted.

"Owww…" Billy bucked and tried to free himself but John's weight was on him and his arse felt like it was tearing but then it relaxed and the pain eased as the larger and flared head slid inside him. His pucker closed to accomodate the two shafts and he felt the bulbous twin glans begin to explore his insides. "You bastard," he cursed over his shoulder and clamped on the double intrusion. Naturally enough he wondered if it could be done with two boys. Names flitted through his mind like a computer sorting data. Dom and Phil? John and Phil? No, too big. This was a stunt to try with smaller boys and he knew two who suited. Jimbo and John. He pushed his bottom up as the double implement fucked him slowly and his body adjusted to the massive intrusion. It ended as suddenly as it had started, John gradually withdrew the implement the same way he'd fed it in, one dildo at a time and before Billy's pucker had a chance to close up slipped himself into his little lover. "Mmmmm… now that's nice," Billy clamped hard.

"Damn right," John giggled and began to fuck. All the sexplay had got him hot, very hot and he had one fact firmly fixed in his mind. Two dicks into one hole did fit, at a stretch, he grinned. If little Billy could do it then so could he. His mind was working in parallel with Billy's, two partners but which two?

He noticed another thing, even after the vibrator and after the double header Billy was tightening up. In fact, he was a damn good fuck and John was on the game, he should know. He groaned as he slid in and out of Billy's tight little arse.

"Yeah, harder, harder…" Billy pushed back onto the thrusts and suddenly he felt it. John smacked in for the last time and stayed in, a second later his hot hardness exploded inside Billy's well used bottom. Both boys groaned with their satisfaction and not a little tiredness, as one they collapsed onto he bed and John slowly withdrew. After that they did a mutual dash to the small bathroom on that floor watched by Dom and Jimbo who were transferring the camera stuff onto the computer and then smaller files.

"Have fun?" Jim called out and then collapsed laughing.

"Go and tell the others I'm going to phone for pizzas shortly," Dom added and they both returned to the computer.

"I'd like to two in one with you," Billy clung to John in the showers. "Maybe you and Jim."

"Sounds good," John grinned. "I'd like to give it a go but with the bigger lads, your Phil and Sean."

"We'll have to see what we can fix," Billy said. "Now for a peep at what the others are upto," he stepped from the shower and began to dry off.

Both boys wandered through the office clad only in their damp towels just as Dom was on the phone. He told them they had half an hour before the pizzas were delivered and that they'd eat up in the lounge. Armed with that information they quietly approached the main studio where Phil and Sean were in full occupation. As they cracked the door slightly and peered in a sight for sore eyes greeted them.

"Fuck me," Billy whispered.

"Again?"

"Shurrup," Billy giggled and pushed the door open wider. His lover, the young Goth was streadeagled on the bed with his wrists tied to the bedhead and Sean straddling his chest. Sean's meaty cock was sliding in and out of the tied boy's mouth but he was reaching back lubing Phil's cock that stuck up like a spike. The pair watching were hardly surprised to see that Phil's throbbing cock was secured with a cock strap, no matter how much sexual stimulation he had to endure he wouldn't be able to cum. Suddenly he sighted the pair peering around the door.

"Come and keep an eye on Sean before he kills me."

Billy and John scuttled in and stood watching the performance on the bed. Sean took absolutely no notice but edged back, elevated himself and then dropped so that his bottom was poised above Phil's swollen and ruby red glans. Slowly but firmly he dropped until the glans penetrated his ring and then started to move up and down absorbing more and more of Phil's well lubed cock.

"Take the cock strap off now," he spoke over his shoulder and started to move up and down faster.

Billy leapt in and removed the strap with some difficulty and massaged Phil's balls but as soon as he felt them begin to rise he stood back again to watch the finale. Sean was now bobbing up and down and Phil was thrusting his hips upwards into the constricting warmth and tightness.

A few moments later it was all over, Phil moaned and rammed upwards as Sean forced his body downwards and from the groaning and moaning it was clear that the Goth boy was climaxing inside the bigger blond. There was one final action and that was as Sean screwed down onto Phil's fountaining cock he wanked furiously and shot three long and creamy squirts across Phil's chest with some even reaching his jaw. They rolled onto their sides and to the watchers" surprise Phil tugged the cords around his wrists and they came undone. So much for unwilling bondage, the pair had been having a game. They then rolled around on the bed until Phil slipped free of Sean with a flood of excess spunk and lay there as a dead man.

"Pizza," Jim's voice called from outside. That was it, the afternoon's entertainment was well and truly over.

Billy and John went up into the lounge to find their food available and tucked in whist the bondage pair as Billy called them showered off and did what they had to downstairs in the smaller bathroom.

"Can we expect you for some more work next Saturday?" Dom asked as they munched away.

"Yeah," Billy answered for both himself and Phil. "Panty shots?"

"Yeah… at least," Dom grinned. "Peter and Karl will be back by then."

"My little mate was asking about what sort of work I was doing," Billy spoke nervously. He had been told to say nothing but he had, of course, babbled to Davey up the hill.

"Well, tell him what you do… as far as you wanrt to that is," Jimbo interrupted. "There's nothing wrong with some pinup stuff."

"Tell him to keep it to himself all the same," Dom warned. "We don't want the whole Care Home trooping down here."

"Tell him to keep it from Freddy, that kid talks too much. He's told half the home that he fucked me," Phil compained. "Mouthy little runt."

"Yeah, OK."

"How old is your pal?" Jimbo asked curiously.

"Thirteen."

"Shit."

"Bring him down," Dom decided. "Pete might find him some catalogue work."

"OK," Billy was delighted. Even if he couldn't get Davey some work he'd find time to squirrel the delicious little urchin away for some serious "getting together" action.

Shortly after that the group began to break up, they were paid off and the boys from the Home had to make a move. They were only allowed their freedom to roam under strict conditions and one of them was that they all had to be back on time for the daily evening meal.

"What's this kid like?" Jimbo grabbed Billy just before he left.

"Dark, gypsyish, elfin I suppose," Billy grinned. "Twenty four carat tasty."

"Does he…"

"He does for me," Billy grinned.

"Sounds interesting," Jimbo laughed. "See you next Saturday if not before. Try and pop in Thursday and meet Peter and Karl, they're back Wednesday evening."

"We'll try," Billy promised and then he and Philip were on their way. They had time in hand and slowly walked back up the hill to their Home rather satisfied with the posing and the crisp tenners in their pocket and even more satisfied with their bonuses.

"What was all that restraint stuff?" Billy looked at Phil. "It looked awful kinky."

"Just an idea of Sean's," Phil smiled. "That was our second go, we'd done a sixty niner before that."

"Wow… you don't mess around," Billy said admiringly. Needless to say he didn't mention the double headed dildo or the vibrator for that matter. Some things are best left unsaid.

They were half an hour early for their supper and helped the rest of the boys set up table and get ready for the meal. The Duty Carer commented that they both looked tired and should have an early night. The boys just looked at each other, the guy could be right.

Billy lay in his bed after lights out and cast his mind back over the day. Different, that was for sure and although the posing caused him no difficulty at all he wondered what else they got upto in that studio. He and Phil already knew that Dom and Jimbo were as bent as corkscrews but to run into two others who were even more further down the road was more than coincidental. He rolled on his bed and listened to the night sounds of the Home. He knew the Duty Carer would be watching his small portable in his room by now and contemplated a wander around, maybe even a visit to Phil but he really was just to tired. He'd had enough for the day and his bum was a little sore after it's treatment by young John. He quite liked John and for that matter he fancied a session with the bigger Sean but at the end of the day the dark skinned and short fifteen year Jimbo was his favourite.

"You awake?" A whisper close by pulled him back to conciousness.

"Yeah, Davey," he whispered in return and reaching out felt the material of the boy's pyjama sleeve. A quick tug and the boy was on the bed with him, a flurry of bedclothes and his little buddy was snuggling up against him. He tugged the dangling pyjama cord and slipped the boy's bottoms down to his ankles and Davey's firm flesh pressed up against him. Just one more movement and the boy's top was removed and then they lay there in the darkness and the quiet pressing and rubbing against each other.

"Done it with Freddy today?"

"No, he's got a new bestest friend," Davey seemed totally unconcerned. "I'm sex starved," Davey whined. "Tell me all about it."

Billy did, at least he gave a sanitised version which Davey eagerly listened to with his pecker getting harder and harder. In the end Billy took pity and ducked below the bedding to lick and lap at Davey's smooth belly finally taking the kid's jerking cocklet into his mouth. After the boy had squirted Billy went for the jackpot. He'd fucked Davey twice since their original joining and the boy liked it and had got more used to it. A swift lick across the boy's perineum and then a good suck and slobber at Davey's tight little pucker had the boy begging for it in subdued and strangled murmurs into the pillow.

"Do you want to come down with Phil and myself next Saturday just to see what goes on down there?"

"Yeah," Davey wriggled his bottom as Billy kissed the flawless skin.

"It'll cost you."

"I know," Davey spread his legs and Billy rose under the bedding and got his face deep into the much smaller boy's crack. A thirteen year old recently devirginised boy's bottom, now that's something you couldn't get down the studio, he thought as he gently pushed into the now familiar and very welcoming warmth.

He was home at the Home and as Davey began to move with him he kissed his young lover on the side of the neck sinking deeper and deeper into the boy's delicious warmth.

"Nice," Davey snuggled his face into the pillow and shoved his bottom up. He'd struggled with Billy's outsized cock first time around but now he was learning to enjoy it and the boy he was beginning to think of as more of a lover than a friend. "Right in, Billy," he shoved his bottom up hard and Billy obliged.

Chapter 9a

The heat hit us like a blast furnace as we walked down the aircraft steps and stepped onto the tarmac at Iraklion. One of the local buses would take us to our eventual destination Sitia which was right down the eastern end of the island. This place had been referred to me as mainly naturist, good beaches, cheap and loads of stray teenies… you can guess which influenced me the most. It could rain solid for the ten days if I had Karl and maybe a bit of local talent to pass the time. We hadn't booked at a hotel but taken a two bedroomed flat with self catering, my reasoning there being we could do exactly what we liked even foursomes. I know that Karl and I were now "officially" partners but we both liked to adventure to put it politely. That sounds a bit mealy mouthed but you know what I mean, in my opinion homosexual marriages don't last too long if you have a 24/7 diet of your partner. Karl was now a youth and I was a young man, we both had needs and enjoyed fresh fruit now and then which also sounds a bit twee but I'm trying to be a bit subtle..

To cut to the chase the ride (was as warned) horrendous. The bloody bus moved along like a rocket down dusty tracks one minute then narrow roads above the sea the next, anyone with a pacemaker would be on overload I tell you that most sincerely. We didn't arrive until six in the evening and at least it was getting cooler. I've got to mention that since Jimbo's birthday party Karl and I had shared a bed on a regular basis so that the famous first full night together was a thing of the past. Jimbo and Dominic had moved into the studio for the duration and whilst Jimbo was a bit flighty Dom was as solid as a rock and I trusted him to lok after my interests.

"Thank Christ for that," Karl muttered as the driver sang out that we would be arriving in the main square in ten minutes. I think there was a general sigh of relief, four hours on a bus with a nutty Cretan driver is bad news but then again if you want a relatively deserted naturist home from home you have to suffer. No gain without pain as our Transatlantic cousins are fond of saying which just sounds like a load of Puritan bullshit to me.

We were all agog as tourists are and the bus drew up outside the biggest hotel where most of the passengers were rounded up by their minders, I spotted a guy holding up a card with my name on it. He introduced himself with a long Greek or Cretan name which I won't even attemp to to type but we were told to call him Andre which was easy enough. He was a man of few words which is unusual for that lot and helped us with our gear down a side street into another smaller square which was quite shaded and sported a couple of cafes and shops, also a bar I noted. The flat had been described as being off the beaten track and I suppose that was right. It was a detached block with three floors up and the ground floor it seemed was occupied by the concierge who was part of the welcoming committee, the concierge and sons I should add. Two swarthy tykes about the fourteen mark at a guess, I looked at Karl and he smiled… I should think we were both wondering if they were part of the facilities or just decorative. There was a load of Greek or their variety of it being jabbered and we were taken up in a decidedly dodgy lift and that was all six of us by the way. Our flat was at the top and we had most of the floor, the flat opposite was a single bedroom flat according to the brochure and there was direct access to the roof garden at the end of the small hall. It all looked good.

It was even better inside, a spacious lounge with a balcony, two airy and quite large bedrooms both with double beds and joined by a pretty keen bathroom - well, a big shower and a big bath can't be bad. The kitchen was long and skinny and ran alongside the lounge, in a nutshell it was perfect. Cosmo, who was the concierge or caretaker switched on the ceiling fan and we sat down and I signed my life away on a mass of paperwork. I finished up with Andre's phone number, Cosmo's phone number and an offer for the boys to do various odd jobs for a very reasonable tariff. When I showed it to Karl he gave me the crafty wink again and one of the boys spotted it and mumbled something to his brother. Cosmo named them as Galen and Yanni tapping each on their black curly hair as he did so - lovely water melon smiles those two boys but they were a bit young. After getting rid of the welcoming committee we wandered down to the local store which was just across the road and came back with loads of goodies. Whilst lurking on the balcony we actually saw our first nude. Well it was a boy child and his mum was bare titted which boded well for the beach but not today. We were absolutely shagged out and after showering and changing ate and shared a bottle of rather rougho local wine.

Some time later we went to go out to find the boys, Galen and Yanni sitting on the doorstep in just khaki shorts. Gawd a pair of angels and just so young. They looked at us and giggled.

"Good evening, sairs." One of them spoke and the other nodded as if in agreement.

"So, which is Yanni and which Galen?" I asked putting off stepping out into the still hot evening.

More tittering and one of then produced a marker and after a brief gabble in Greek they wrote on the palms of each others hands. Karl and I looked down as they and they both offered a fist and slowly opened them. One hand displayed the paired words: "I fuck" the other "I suck'. They both sat looking up at us like perfectly serious little business men and ready to go. I gave up and looked at Karl who just grinned ready to follow my lead.

I tapped the smaller of the two who had the "I suck" on his hand on his head and he grinned up. Karl offered his hand to the larger boy and pulled him to his feet. It goes without saying we didn't get out to survey the bars and the local talent we got back into the lift. As soon as we were back in our flat the boys rushed into the bathroom and we heard the shower running. What was man to do? Karl and I stripped off and joined them, ten minutes later I was in my room with a wet and wriggling Yanni (the smaller of the two) and Karl had borne off a squealing Galen. I just hoped the neighbours were out but Galen soon quietened down.

I dried off sweet little Yanni and admired his trim and slim boyish figure. He may have been a little older than I thought as his pecker sticking straight out from his belly was a good four inches and he had a scattering of black pubics sprouting from his lower belly. I sat on the bed and pulled his standing form to me, as he stood there I sank my mouth over his sweet noodle and clasped his hard little bum. He immediately swayed moving in and out of my mouth and ruffling my hair.

"I do you?" He asked in accented English.

"In a minute, Sweety," I fingered his crack and he opened his legs wide stiff fucking into my mouth. Maybe sucking wasn't his limit after all. As I found his still damp ring I pushed and felt him open up quite easily, certainly no virgin this kid. He moaned and fucked harder as my finger pulled him futher into me and sank into his warmth and tightness. It was no good, I pulled him onto the bed and down onto my weeping penis. He quite happily set too sucking and slobbering over my hardness. The trouble was that he was too short to do a proper sixty nine but I settled for getting between his uplifted legs and munching on his little fanny whilst fucking down into his wetly hot suction. Gawd, he was a little raver, he sucked and moaned around my cock and his little arse clamped and eased on my rimming.

"You want fuck?" He'd suddenly stopped sucking.

"You're a bit little," I hoped against hope and he just grinned and pushing me away folded his knees back onto his chest exposing his saliva drenched little pucker. He then drew his cheeks apart exposing his hole and the inner darkness. I was lost, I dived and started to slobber and probe at his gaping little boy cunt.

"Come, come," he twittered guiding my aching cock down to his tiny hole and I gave up. He'd clearly trodden this path before and was willing enough but first of all I intruded a finger into his delicious warmth and felt his sphincter close on me. He moaned and then clamped on me tight making me really feel his tightness. I worked my finger around for a while and throwing caution to the wind rapidly smeared some sun gel onto my glans and presented it to his slippery little hole. "Come," his voice slurred and his eyes closed as I pushed.

God, he was so tight and his resistance was so strong I thought I'd have to give up but with a push his little ring opened admitting me to his velvety smooth interior, the warmth and his incredibly tight little bottom.

"Yesssss…" he gasped as I entered him and immediately started to fuck deeper. He was so yummy I was almost cuming on the spot and I rather hurriedly pushed in harder and faster. He seemed to take it all in his stride with his skinny legs glued to my side and his arms around my neck. I tasted his kiss, a taste of boy breath and chewing gum and he finally moaned as I bottomed out. Incredibly my full length was in his tiny bottom and he clamped on me as I began to fuck.

I knew it wouldn't last and a few minuted later I gave gasp as I felt my cum shoot up my shaft into his superb little body.

"You too quick," he frowned. "We do better later," he grinned and pulling a face slid off me and lay on his back. He pointed to his jerking cock which was oozing clear sperm. Taking the hint I ducked my head and sucked him until he climaxed with a load of threshing about and the tiniest of squirts. "Good," he grinned and clung to me as I fell on the bed alongside. Great, my first fuck in Cyprus and it had to be with a sex starved midget. No more than five minutes later the other one entered the room and flung himself on the bed followed by a dazed looking Karl.

"Jeez," Karl looked at me and grinned. "Did yours cum?"

"Just a little squirt."

"Galen did, it hit his jaw and pure white as well."

"Jeeezus…" I looked at the pair of nut brown bodies on the bed with their sallow white bottoms and crotches. I was waiting for the suggestive rubbing of fingers or a more blatant demand for money but it never came. In fact, they babbled away in Greek and told us they had to go for supper grabbed their shorts and rushed off. Needless to say Karl and I never did get to do a round of the taverns on that particular night mainly because of Galen's last word as he left our room.

"Midnight." He made a wanking motion with his hand and rushed off after his brother .

"Now this is what you call a honeymoon,;" Karl lay back on the bed in all his dark skinned beauty. "Wanna swop around later?"

"Why not," I laughed. "Wanna try another bottle of that rough wine."

"Why not," he giggled and we did just that.

It was probably around ten in the evening we decided to wander out onto the roof, it was avaible to guests after all and easy enough to get to. Calling it a "roof garden" was a bit of a misnomer, it was a roof plain and simple with two bloody great water tanks one side and a makeshift shelter the other. There were some window boxes scattered about and someone had clearly attempted to raise some tomatoes and whatnots but the shelter interested us and being nosey tourists we lifted the flap and peered in. There was a large lump of foam rubber covering the area of the construction and some lightweight bedding, two pillows indicated it was shared and we had to assume that the boys probably slept up there for coolness. Well, boys or retards as there was a pile of old comics thrown in a corner and some underwear and socks in the other. It had to belong to young Galen and Yanni. However, we didn't linger and went back to our room. It was surprising how chilly it got in the evening, quite cold in fact and we were grateful to get back to our apartment.

"Think they'll show up," Karl sat back in his chair and grinned at me. "Our two little Cretan dolls… Cretan or Cretian?"

"Greek," I laughed. "Cosmo said he was Greek but his wife was local whatever that means. The kids must be half and half."

"Just like me," Karl grinned.

"That's why they're beautiful."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," he giggled. "What we doing tomorrow?"

"Swim, sun and sangria."

"I thought that was Spanish?"

"All over the Med, they just use different names, it's only cheapo red with lemondade. A good way to refresh without getting too carried away,"

"Like the lager louts."

"Yeah, not too many of them here I'm delighted to say." I was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. It seemed our little guests had arrived which was good timing as I was just about ready for bed. "We can ask the boys where to go," I added as I went to let them in.

The pixyish pair (I like that) burst in both clutching a bottle of wine. So much for an early night and so much for the licencing laws but this wasn't grey PC, grey repressed, grey Christian and grey Britain I was glad to say. We broke out four fresh glasses and sat around the small table like a regular little gang of drinkers down any pub or cantina in the world. I thought the wine was quite strong but these two kids, thirteen or fourteen at a guess drank it slowly but with no obvious effects. It was better stuff than the crap we had bought so we'd know what to go for the next time.

"You want me?" Galen smiled at me probably due to me running a finger up and down his upper leg to just under the hem of his shorts.

"Very much."

"You got me," he edged his chair closer and once that was said little Yanni shuffled in closer to my new wife/husband. God, it was all so easy and this was only our first night. If we never ever swagged any strays we'd still have our two little munchkins to come home to at the end of the day.

Galen was just a pumped up version of his smaller brother but just as sweet to suck, fuck and generally sleep with and I must admit when I crawled out of bed in the morning I felt a bit week at the knees. Karl was pretty much the same and the boys fled to do chores and have their breakfast whilst we drank a couple of gallons of tea to replace our flagging spirits and other things. Galen had promised to return around ten to give us a quick tour of the local beaches, the nudo beach, the half nudo beach and the non nudo beach as he called them. He explained, or tried to, that the non nudo was mainly older visitors and that most of the action happened on the others… Surprisingly enough I had worked that one out. I'd brought my best camera, the one with a good telephoto lens and was hoping to catch a load of skin dressed boys disporting themselves in the warm blue Med. Of course the Marcus Aurelius style of wet and clinging swimwear on boyish bottoms and crotches were nice but curiously enough they were quite hard to find There was a small harbour for fishing boats and ferries way down the beach but we'd leave that for another day.

Karl dressed to kill or at least entrap, he wore lemon yellow speedos that he and I knew exposed more or less his all once they were wet but for decency's sake he wore baggy board shorts over them. By the time Galen arrived tagged by his younger brother we were ready. Beach towels, bath towels, sun tan lotion and me with my camera. As an aside, I know Karl was a "half a sooty'as he hated to be called but he did use sun tan glop especially on his head. His hair was now back to bristly after the bald look but still had to thicken out although his pubics had recovered fully. To top off we had loose short sleeved shirts on and the mandatory sunglasses. Our two companions had their khaki shorts on and flip flops and that was it. We stopped at a cafe sat outside and had some munchies treating the boys to big fruit sundaes in tall glasses which they seemed to enjoy and after that we walked down to the beaches. A ridge or rocks jutting out into the sea split the normal or oldsters section and then the rest of it started off with a few clothed couples and got barer and barer as we walked along. There were more rocks towards the end and it was pretty quiet but Yanni and Galen assured us it would soon be busy with mainly youngsters dodging their parents and the usual monastery and castle tours.

We might take in one or two tours into the interior later when we got bored but for the moment the mission was crafty peepshots, some kosher pictures if we could find anyone interested and maybe some chatting up. I was happy clicking away at everything and anything whilst Karl still in his bright yellows and the boys now both naked gambolled in the surf. We'd brought some bottled water but had decided to wander back into town once the sun got too hot. I don't mind the sun but I'm not a worshiper. One bonus was that although there wasn't surf as you'd imagine it there was enough big waves in to keep half a dozen lads happy on what I thought were cut down surf boards. One particulary caught my eye as he was wearing the full kit of black rubber and that kid was sexy. I studied him though my telephoto lens at full stretch and imagined myself peeling off that suit and munching on those firm young muscles. He was very flash, doing tricks and spinning around in the low surf but the one thing I did notice was that he seemed to be moving in on Karl or he was making a point of doing his thing for Karl's benefit.

I kept snapping away taking some close ups of the boys as they ran around me flaunting their bits and pieces all wet and shiny and then it happened. This tall blond kid, the surfer in the suit, started talking to Karl and I saw Karl laugh and have a go on the board. Some cheeky prat was swagging away my lover.

I finally got down to naked as Galen had taken to sprinkling water on me and generally acting like a prick, I did grab him at one stage and drag him down but had to let him go as I arose to the occasion. I dare say nudity was fine but shagging a small boy out in the open would have the local police down like a ton of bricks. I saw Karl also take the plunge and remove his speedos and from the arm flapping I guessed he was trying to get Black Rubber Boy as I designated him to strip off buut the blond kid wasn't having it. Strangely enough although I like the nude boy form sometimes they can look extra sexy with just clinging boxers, briefs or even basic y-fronts. This kid looked ultra sexy in his black rubber and I hoped Karl would manage to bring him across. Ten minutes later he did.

Karl walked across holding his wet speedos and with his long dark brown cock swinging accompanied by this beauty holding his cut down board under his arm.

"This one knows me as Pedro," Karl rolled his eyes and it took me a moment to realise what he was on about. Pedro was his "stage name" on the two CDs I'd produced and Jo in Lewes had marketed.

"Kurt Furst." The boy gave me a jerky boy and a slightly nervous boy, he had an accent which I assumed was German going by the name. I also noted that his eys dropped to my equipment but nothing new there on a nudey beach. Galen and Yanni were standing behind him pulling faces and licking their lips like a pair of succubus or whatever those evil imps are called. I'm sure if I'd have given the word they would have been on him and had him stripped in a minute of so. Both the little bastards were sporting semi erections which they made no effort to hide.

"Pete Cope," I waved my arm for him to sit and offered a bottle of water from the chiller. "You know my Karl as Pedro?" Karl glanced uop and grinned, he'd noticed the "my Karl'.

"My older brother collects… er, CDs of sporting boys." Kurt uncapped the water and took a swig. Pedro is one of his favourites," he looked at Karl and once again his eyes dropped to Karl's limp brown sausage.

"Your brother has good taste," I remarked. "Is he staying with you."

"I am staying with him," Kurt seemed to relax. "He has rented a villa for two weeks just over there," he waved his arm vaguely. "He's twenty one and has just got his hands on his Trust Fund so he decided to take a holiday and take me with him."

"And you are on your own?" I was pumping now. A villa would be perfect for some photographs, I was tather hoping it was a posh one with all the bibs and bobs and not some hovel."

"Just he and I," Kurt nodded and jumped. Galen had parked himself alongside and had run his finger down the smooth rubber encasing Kurt's leg. "God, they are familiar."

"Very much so," I took the chance and grabbed Galen dragging him into the centre of our little group. "Very familiar," I took another change and watched by the bug eyed Kurt stroked Galen's stumpy cock until he started to squeal. "He likes it really."

"So it seems," Kurt smiled although he seemed a little shocked. "May I?" He looked at me and Galen.

"Yeah," I grinned waiting to see what he would do, at the same time little Yanni got between Kurt and Karl so that they were in a tight semi circle facing me and shielding any action from the beach.

Kurt still very nervous reached out and wrapped his hand around Galen's rapidly hardening boy cock and gently squeezed and finally smiled as Galen gave a satisfied groan and dropped back on his elbows.

"Me too, me too," Galen demanded and Kurt reached out with his other hand and grasped the boy's smaller and softer noodle. This was too good to miss, I got my camera up and took a swift couple of pictures of our black suited Kurt holding our two houseboys by their willies. Rather than objecting Kurt smiled as if proud of himself as perhaps he was. One thing was for sure and that was that we had a fellow traveller and I wondered if his brother was like minded. Of course he was for God's sake, he collected pictures of Pedro, my Karl.

Karl and I kept a look out for anyone coming too close but most of those on the beach were in the water with a few rambling around the dunes to the rear. We were on rocks perfectly visible to anyone who got to close but otherwise pretty safe. "My brother would love to meet you and your models," Kurt suddenly came to his senses and let go of the boys much to their annoyance. "We have a pool and it is only a short walk."

"Well, that's up to them," I answered but it was pretty clear as far as the boys were concerned that they were up for action and both had now got a taste for it. Karl was extended to put it mildly and I think he had the hots for Kurt. Getting mumbles of assent all around I nodded to Kurt: "Your invitation is accepted."

"Wunderbar… excellent," he grinned standing and displaying a bulky rubber crotch. "It will be nice to get this off, it is fine in the water but a bit of a tribulation… hey…" He squealed and laughed. Both Galen and Yanni had hot little hands on his bottom stroking and pinching the smooth rubber clad orbs "Sex maniacs," he grinned although I could see his lump was growing. He needed to get naked before he gave himself a puncture. Karl and I pulled our board shorts on and with the kids still naked we followed Kurt as if he was the Pied Piper and we were the children. I don't know what the others were thinking or had in mind but I wanted that boy Kurt… the problem was, so did everyone else.

Kurt's short walk turned out to be a route march through the dunes to the road and then to the villas, there were six in a row well spaced and clearly seasonal lets. There was a beach shop on the dune side and the place was heaving with naked flesh of both sexes as kids, and younger mums and dads collected ice creams and chilled drinks. Kurt's rubber suit got a few glances but he was a pretty boy and we others passed unremarked, even little Yanni and Galen as there seemed to be a fair sprinkling of local boys there and they were all naked as well.

I spotted a few of the older boys, fifteens, sixteens which I'd like to get in front of the camera but it was early days and we had to meet the master of the house, the twenty one year old Alaric Furst.

"Do you know any of those boys?" I asked Galen as we approached one of the villas.

"Lots," he grinned. "Do jig a jig with some."

There, that was that one answered. As we trooped up the pathway to the front door a rather dishy clone of Kurt walked out and his eyes immediately settled on Karl. "I don't believe it," he breathed ignoring the rest of us.

"May I introduce, Karl, Peter and two sex toys," Kurt smiled cheekily. "This is my older brother, Alaric known as Al."

Alaric gave that jerky bow as Kurt had and then shook hands although I thought at one stage he'd got himself superglued to Karl. Anyway, in the end he ushered us all inside into the cool and called out to the rear of the house. A young Cretan probably around the sixteen mark and a girl slightly younger appeared and stood as if awaiting intructions. and Al went into a brief ramble in what seemed perfect Greek and they nodded obediently and disappeared.

"They will serve a buffet lunch in half an hour," Al grinned. "Eugene would make a good model, no?"

"Eugene?"

"The youth."

"Ah yes."

"Eugene and Pedro. Kurt and Pedro…"

"You and Pedro?" I laughed.

He grinned and settled us down, it was nice and cool in there with the fan rotating overhead and it was even better when the girl served cold drinks. We were in and after Kurt pointed the little ones to the small pool we talked.

"I have both Pedro CDs," Al started. "I never ever expected to see him in the flesh."

"Well, he's here for two weeks," I smiled letting him lead the way.

"I would like to get to know him better," he leant in and spoke quietly. Kurt and Karl had moved out and joined the boys in the pool. Kurt had kept his rubber suit on and seemed intent on groping and getting groped as much as possible. He came unstuck when they ganged up on him and his zip at the back was tugged down leaving him floundering around half naked and half entangled in wet rubber.

"Close and personal you mean?" I prompted.

"Yes, very close."

"Sexual close?" I pressed him.

"Only if he wishes."

"Karl wishes," I grinned. "If I read my Karl, right he wishes you, your brother and your Eugene. He's a boy who likes variety and lots of it."

"And you, Peter?"

"I'm the same," I looked him in the eyes. "Perhaps some sort of trading would be in order," I tried to blank out the noise from the swimming pool. It looked like they had got Kurt free of his rubber and he looked like a young German beset by a shoal of piranha which wasn't too far from the truth. At that moment the boy and girl started trucking in trays of food from the rear of the house. The girl was quite nice and I wondered if she did things other than household chores, the boy, Eugene in his loose white shirt and tight khaki longies looked out at the pool and grinned as he laid out the food. What was supposed to be a buffet looked more like a banquet , the Germans seemed to like their food. The girl returned to the kitchen and Eugene lingered watching the now naked foursome clamber from the pool and wander in shedding water. They were sharing two towels and all four although not completely hard were hanging well. I was delighted to see that Kurt displayed well, in fact, he was on a par with Karl, very well developed indeed.

"I've never really thought about Eugene although we've only been here two days."

"These kids go for a few Euros," I grinned. "You can't be short of money."

"I'm not."

"Problem solved," I grinned. "I might even ask him to do a little posing, maybe with my little boys."

"Here?" He laughed. "You could use the pool, we have a spare bedroom as well."

Eugene and the girl brought in some chilled wine as a finale and then hovered by the door as if awaiting instructions.

"What do they do now, clean up afterwards?"

"No. They only work early morning until after the midday meal. They are awaiting the word to go, we look after ourselves in the afternoon and evenings."

"Right," I leant in again and spoke quietly. "Why not let the girl go and offer the boy some munchies and an afternoon by the pool. You might also mention you have a photographer as a guest who would like to take some pictures and is willing to pay a few Euros. He'll go for it, he definitely has the hots for my two little ones and maybe the bigger boys as well."

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," Alaric got to his feet and approached the pair as I also stood but made for the food before the vultures scoffed the lot.

"How's it going?" Karl asked.

"What do you think if young Alaric?" I answered his question with a question.

"Nice, nearly as nice as the yummy Kurt."

"Eugene?"

"Who's he?"

"The one Al is chatting up now."

"Fuckin" beautiful," Karl breathed. "Totally beautiful."

"Well, Al is red hot for you. You could always stay overnight with him and maybe Eugene…"

"And you could swag away Kurt and the boys for the night."

"You read me like a book," I laughed.

"A very dirty book," he grinned.

I glanced over to see the smiling girl depart and Al and Eugene exchanging words. A nod and a smile from Eugene, it seemed to be all over. The day was organised or it would be with a bit more chat and charm. I took a glass of chilled wine offered by Kurt and our fingers touched. Yeah, our first day on the the prowl had turned out well and all down to a pair of silly pinup CDs.

I suppose it seeme a bit odd, a nude buffet, at least if seemed odd to me, far too middle class and English at that but when the boys had a few more wines in them we moved out to the pool again and this time we all got naked and this included Eugene who was promptly interfered with by Galen and Yanni. Well, Yanni was the ringleader, Galen tended to stick by me, perhaps he had a crush. Al suggested that I took some pictures for his memories and he had his own camera. A quick inspection showed that he had a completely empty memory and I started snapping. With a dint of suggestion and prodding I managed to get the three Cretan boys into a huddle and let Yanni and Galen take charge of the slightly shocked and confused Eugene. His bewilderment didn't stop him sprouting one all the same and he was soon laying on one of the lilos being mouthed and attacked by the munchkins. He sprouted a nice hardon which at a roungh estimation was equal to Karl's both in length and girth and the boy's loved it, once he settled down, so did he.

Mind you, Al was getting close and personal with Karl and Kurt had himself draped over me as I took the pictures. I was handed a squeezee bottle labelled Sex Gel by Kurt and threw it to the boys. They looked at and grinned when I nodded a go ahead. That was it, poor Eugene was going to be raped, one of them started to kiss and smooch and Galen smothered Eugene's waggling penis with the clear gel so that it was shiny and gleaming with the afternoon sum. By now I had Kurt down between my legs sucking me and Karl and Al were inside on the sofa making out which means doing everything except actually shagging.

Eugene by now had lost it or maybe found it, he had moved little Yanni around and was sucking on the little boy's noodle whilst Galen sucked on his. Suddenly Galen straddled the prostrate Eugene and squatted. I could see what was coming a mile off and pulled Kurt up to watch.

Galen beamed at the camera and slowly and deliberately positoned himself above Eugene's straining cock and dropped his hips. I saw Eugene spasm and strain as he undoubtedly felt the tightness and the warmth descend on his penis and he moved Yanni around so that he too was on his chest and he could suck the randy little sod's pecker whilst thrusting up into Galen's moving body.

"My God," Al spoke from behind me. "You are getting this all on my camera?"

"I am," I grinned. "Tonight is just about fixed."

"Tonight is fixed," he laughed. "Myself, Karl and Eugene. Yourself Kurt and your two little boys or are they little girls?"

"They're very versatile, especially Galen," I observed watching Galen slowly move up and down on Eugene's thick brown cock.

Yeah, get this afternoon's part orgy out of the way and then I could devote a sweet night's loving to the beautiful Kurt… not forgetting the boys who would want their share.

I continued to take pictures of the squirming threesome on the lilo until I saw Eugene thresh around and then I saw his cum running down his slick shaft as Galen slipped free. A monent later Yanni squealed and then withdrew leaving Eugene rather guiltily wiping boy cum from his lips. I looked over at Al and he grinned clearly delighted with the outcome. Brilliant, happy customers all around and the afternoon and evening was yet to come.

This one was supposed to be a short Chapter just to bridge the London Chapters but it got out of hand. There will obviously have to be another part to this one hence the labelling A and B.

I'm getting behind a bit with this one and my Pieces of Cake, maybe two Chapters a week it too much. ANYWAY, I shall be slowing down over the next couple of weeks as my kitchen is being gutted and refurbished which is going to create havoc. Any Council that can talk about a three week job on a kitchen the size of a large snooker table and then talk about 'snagging' has to be slightly demented.