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Prologue

My 4 weeks in the summer of 1975. I was nearly 15, but genuinely I looked no more than ten years old. I was 4'6" [140 cm] and weighed 5 stone 2lbs [72 lbs]. I had a mop of unruly blonde hair, blue eyes, I was cute, with a button nose, my front teeth were too big for my mouth, and my voice had not broken in the slightest. Hi. I'm Paul.

I was a very happy, smiley boy, on the outside anyway, I didn't just look young, I just felt young and approached life like a boy. I wasn't bothered about girls, fashion, keeping clean, wiping my nose, or trying to be cool. I was very innocent and never understood all the teenage chat about what they did at night, being rude looking at playboy. I was still perfectly happy going out with Mom and Dad and didn't even mind when Dad would grab hold of my hand to cross the road or when Mom would wipe my face after I had got messy eating an ice-cream. I wasn't bothered that Mom would not trust me with my own front door key but gave one to my 11-year-old brother who, by the way, was taller and stronger than me. I even had the old clothes that no longer fit him; I used to call them my hand-me-ups. I still sometimes wet the bed, but Mom never told me off; if things got bad, she made me go to bed in pull-ups, which I liked wearing as they made me feel very young, and I didn't have to worry.

Mom did stress about my immaturity, though, and wanted to send me for tests, but Dad said I should just be left alone, and I would catch up eventually. That said, I was regularly told that I should grow up and act my age. I enjoyed school and never got bullied, but being so small, I never had a chance of competing at physical sports or athletics. A few times playing rugby, if I did happen to get hold of the ball, some big lad would just pick me up and run off down the pitch. I played on my little boy ways big time and got away with all sorts. Generally, my parents, mates, and teachers would just treat me like a little lad, and to be honest, I really liked it.

Things were changing, though, and more and more, I was expected to act like a 14-year-old and stop behaving so immaturely. This started to be very difficult for me; I just didn't want to be a teenager or have the responsibility that seemed to come along with it. I considered that as I looked and sounded like a 10-year-old, why couldn't I be treated like one. Even though most people treated me like a little lad, my dream was to have no responsibility for myself whatsoever and be supervised in every way from washing, dressing, bathing, and going to bed, just as a young boy would be.

As it happened, the school summer holidays were going to allow me to completely forget I was nearly 15 and enjoy one last summer behaving and being treated like a little lad. What a brilliant time I was to have, in more ways than I could imagine.

Chapter 1

The school holidays were only two weeks away, and we were all getting very excited about having six weeks off. The rug was pulled from under our feet when Mom and Dad called my brother and me for a family meeting. I always dreaded them as usually, it was to deal with something naughty I had done, but not this time. Mom explained that Dad had been asked to speak at two conferences in the USA, and he would be there for four weeks.

I was about to ask if we were still going on holiday, but Mom then dropped the massive bombshell that she would be going to the USA as well, and they were going to make a road trip in between conferences. I couldn't believe it and why couldn't we come as well. Apparently, the cost made that a non-starter.

"So, where are we going then?" I asked.

"Well," Mom explained, "Adam is going to Aunty Pam's and will keep cousin David company, and you Paul will be going to Aunty Joan." I literally fell to the floor, sobbing and shouting NO.

"I thought you liked Aunty Joan," said Mom.

"I do," I replied, "but not for four weeks; I will be bored stiff."

"Well, I am sorry, love that is what has been arranged," said Mom firmly.

"Thank you for ruining my summer," I shouted as I stomped upstairs, slamming my bedroom door behind me and throwing myself onto the bed. I cried and cried into my pillow most of the night

It was school as usual in the following morning, and I sorted myself out. Mom tried to hug me, but I ignored her and rushed out of the house to meet up with the boys I always walked to school with.

I had known the twins, Dan and Tom Moorcroft since infant school. They were nearly a year older than me, being born in September and me at the end of August. They weren't really tall at about 5'7" but were both very athletic and muscular for their age. They were great guys, and everyone liked them, I didn't really mix with them otherwise. I always felt that they got a bit bored of my company, but that said, they always looked out for me, especially Dan.

He had got me out of a few tricky situations and stopped me from getting punched or being told off by a teacher. He was particularly nice to me on a school trip to the Lake District, which included a 10-mile hill walk. No one told me how far 10 miles is; after about 9 miles, I was completely done in, and my feet were so sore. It was a really hot day, and I had fallen behind, so the group waited for me.

The teacher took one look at me and said, "Crikey, I think the little-un is about knackered!"

He took my boots and socks off to tend to my feet and said that I had done amazingly well to get this far. A tee-shirtless Dan stepped forward and volunteered to give me a shoulder ride the rest of the way.

He was known for his strength and stamina and said that my little body would be nothing. "Mind you," he added, "Paul will have to take his shorts off as I think they have got cow muck on them!"

We all looked down, and he was right, it must have happened when I slipped over a few miles back. Before I could blink, my shorts were whipped off, and I was lifted onto Dan's bare shoulders just in my underpants. Dan was lovely to me for the rest of the walk, telling me how well I had done to get so far, considering how little I was compared to everyone else.

I really enjoyed having his hands on my bare thighs and my bare feet gripping on to his strong body. By the time we got to the end, my willy had gone stiff, but Dan had got my shorts ready, so I wouldn't have to stand about in my pants. I don't think anyone noticed. After that, I felt a bit funny when he talked to me, and I always seemed to get a bit sweaty. I reckoned I just saw him as a great guy and felt a bit in awe of him.

Walking to school that morning, I was very quiet. Dan asked if I was ok.

"I'm fine. Why?"

"Well, you haven't said a word, and your eyes are all puffy and blotchy, have you been crying."

As soon as he said it, the tears came again, and I told him how my summer holiday was panning out. He put his arm around me and gave me a comforting squeeze.

I got home from school and could see Mom was upset, I felt really bad and ran over to her and hugged her tightly, "Mom I want you and Dad to have a great time in America, I will be fine at Aunty Joan's, sorry for being a brat about it."

With that, we both had a good cry, and we went for a cuddle on the settee. A bit later, when Mom was cooking, the phone rang. I answered and a lady said, "Hi Paul, this is Cath Moorcroft; is your Mom there?"

"Yes, sure," I said, a bit taken aback, "I will put her on."

I shouted, "Mom," and she started chatting. She shooed me away to the living room and made me close the door. I was trying to think about what I had done this time! Mom came off the phone with a bit of a funny look on her face, and as soon as Dad got home, they disappeared for a chat.

We ate tea, and as soon as we were done, Mom said, "Right, Paul get upstairs, we are going over to the Moorcroft's so get washed and put on some clean clothes."

I don't know why she said it as she just followed me into the bathroom and started scrubbing my face with the flannel and being too rough with the fingernail brush.

We did the ten-minute walk to the Moorcroft's house with Mom not giving anything away; all sorts of things were going through my head with the favorite being that Dan and Tom didn't want to walk to school with me anymore.

Mrs. Moorcroft answered the door and asked us in with a big smile; she tousled my hair, saying that I looked as cute as ever. I loved that, of course, but Mom just said I was too cute for my own good, whatever that meant. Mom and Mrs. Moorcroft knew each other fairly well and would always stop for a chat. We went into the garden, Mom and Mrs. Moorcroft had a gin and tonic and I had a coke and a bag of crisps.

"Right then, young Paul, do you know why you are here?" asked Mrs. Moorcroft.

"No, Mom won't tell me a thing," I replied. "I hope I haven't upset someone. Where are the twins?" I added.

"They are at the swimming club, and Billy is at his Nan's," said Mrs. Moorcroft. Billy is the twin's 10-year-old little brother.

"How do you manage with three," asked Mom.

"Oh, it's not bad, said Mrs. Moorcroft. Billy is a little whatsit, probably because the twins spoil him, but they are very sensible and mature and are no bother. Anyway, let's get on with why we are here. When Dan and Tom got home this evening, they had a chat with me and their Dad. They both told us about how upset you were this morning and that you had to go to your Aunty Joan's for the summer holiday."

"Oh, that was nice of them," I said, not understanding why we needed to come over to the house to be told that.

Mrs. Moorcroft continued, "Now, do you know that us Moorcroft's go to Cornwall for four weeks in the summer and we rent a big, lovely old house about 5 minutes from the beach." I shook my head.

"Anyway, the twins told us that they enjoy your company, which I was a bit surprised about, and as there is plenty of room and as you are only as big as Billy, one more little one would not make any difference. So they asked if you can come along with us? We have always thought you are a lovely lad, and we thought it was a good idea."

I was gobsmacked; I couldn't believe it. I wanted to jump out of my seat and run around the garden like a footballer who has just scored the greatest goal ever; thankfully, I didn't.

I just welled up with my bottom lip quivering and said. " I would love to come, and I promise to be no trouble for the whole time."

Mom and Mrs. M just laughed at that, I felt a bit offended but quickly got over it.

"Now, as you know," Mrs. M said, "Me and your Mom had a long chat earlier. We discussed some personal things that your Mom wanted to be sure I was aware of."

"Oh," I said, dreading what they might be.

"Firstly," continued Mrs. Moorcroft, "Your Mom said that you do behave much younger than your age, and we all know that you only look about the same age as our Billy. Well, I don't want you to worry about that; the twins have told me lots of stories about what you get up to, so I was well aware already. I think it's lovely, and it means that I think that you and Billy will get on fine."

"Ok, I will try not to be too childish," I said, again they both sniggered.

"Also, now this is a bit delicate; your Mom told me that you still wet the bed and sometimes have accidents on long car journeys." I went bright red and just nodded while not looking up.

"Now I don't want you to worry about that either, but Cornwall is a long way, so you will have to wear pull-ups in the car and in bed. You won't be on your own; Billy has to wear them as well."

"Yes," I said, "but Billy is only ten, but I understand and will wear them. The twins might think I am a baby though and laugh or something," I added with concern.

"Don't worry, they will understand when I explain it to them," said Mrs. Moorcroft, "and you know they wouldn't intentionally hurt your feelings."

"Ok, that's fine," I said, knowing that I could trust Dan and Tom not to be nasty about it.

"Just one more thing before I get your Mom another gin. We are going to the Big Falls waterpark the same day as your Mom and Dad fly to the USA, the day before we go to Cornwall, so you could come with us if you like, stay here on the night and then we can have an early start the next day."

I had the biggest smile on my face ever, what a difference a day makes, and what a start to the Summer. I ran out of the house the next morning and just leaped into a big hug with Dan while giving Tom a massive high-five.

Chapter 2

The next week or so seemed to drag on forever, but eventually, we broke up from school, and there were only three days to go until the waterpark day. Mom was busy getting all the different bags ready. The phone rang. Mom answered and called me down to say it is Cath Moorcroft for me.

"Hi Mrs. Moorcroft."

"Hi Paul, call me Cath. I am not one of your teachers," she said, laughing. "I need a quick chat, and Billy wants to meet you, so can you come over for about 2pm?"

"Yes, sure, I will see you then."

I was sent upstairs to wash and change; this time, Mom was too busy to take over. She did give me a look about the outfit I chose, though, quite short, cut-off denim shorts, a Dennis the Menace T-shirt, flip-flops, and a floppy white hat like my hero, the cricketer Gordon Greenidge, wore on a sunny day.

"Well, I am glad to see that you want Cath to remember you are nearly 15," she said, "you do look cute though," and hugged me. "Did you wipe your bottom properly and put clean pants on," she asked, "should I check to make sure," trying to sneak a peek down the back of my shorts.

"Mom! I will be late," giggling and wriggling free, "see you later."

Nearly 15 thought his Mom as he waved walking away from the house; he is still just a lovely little boy not ready to be a teenager at all.

I got to the Moorcroft's bang on time, and Cath invited me in. We sat on a bench which was too high for my feet to touch the floor, making my flip-flops dangle; Cath noticed and gave me on of those, isn't he cute looks.

"It's just me at the moment," she said, "the twins are at the swimming club, and Billy is with his grandad but will be here by 3 pm. It gives me a chance to have a little chat with you about the next few weeks."

"Ok," I said, just a little bit concerned.

She laughed and said, "It's nothing to worry about," giving me a gentle one-armed hug. "Now Paul, I don't know what it's like to be very small and to look much younger than you are, tell me all about it."

I chatted away 10 to the dozen; she seemed to have the skill to allow me to say it as it is. I told a grown-up for the first time that I much preferred being treated like a little lad, having my hand held, and my face wiped and even wearing pull-ups to go to bed.

"Well, I think you are very brave to be so honest," she said, "and I think I have an idea that will let you forget completely, for the next four weeks or so, that you are nearly 15, would you like that?"

"Yes," I replied excitedly, "I would love it. I reckon I can forget easily; the problem is everyone else keeps reminding me."

"Now that is where my idea kicks in," she continued. "What if I, the twins, and their Dad all agree that as from today you are ten years old and we just tell Billy that is how old you are, he might ask some daft questions, but he will accept pretty much anything we say."

"That sounds brilliant," I said, "I would feel so free."

"Ok, that is what we will do. Now you can't have your cake and eat it; there will be little boy rules. You will have the same bedtime as Billy, dressing, and undressing will be done for you, bath time will be supervised.

"You will have at least a booster seat in the back seat of the car, you will hold an adult's hand when it's required, and there will be bottom checks after the toilet as I can't stand skidders in little boy pants. Of course, you already know about pull-ups. I am sure there will be more but how do you feel about it now, I won't mind if you think it's a silly idea."

"Mrs. Moorcroft, sorry I mean Cath," I replied, "I have never been so happy it's just what I have wanted for ages, I look ten, so I want to be treated as if I am, I just can't do nearly 15. Actually, can I say I feel a bit funny calling you Cath, how about Aunty Cath?"

"Ok, love, if that is good for you, it's good for me. That's lovely," she added, "I thought it would allow you to lift a big weight off your shoulders and allow you to be yourself. However, unfortunately, I have some bad news as well." I looked at her pensively.

"I am afraid that the twins were looking at the waterpark brochure to work out the best rides, and discovered that all the big rides, about 10 of them, have a minimum height restriction of 5'1"[155 cm]. How tall are you?"

"4'6"," I replied glumly.

"Hmm, I thought you were about Billy's height, you are never going to be able to fake an extra 7 inches in bare feet. It means you will have to come to the junior park with Billy and me."

"Oh well," I said, putting a brave face on, "I suppose I am only 10," she smiled but not convincingly.

"There is another rule there as well, which you might not like," she continued. I just looked at her, fearing I would be having a boring day on my own somewhere.

"The rule is that children attending the junior park will not be permitted to wear trunks or swimsuits and must not be in puberty, so it means you and Billy will have to be naked and not have pubes."

I went a bit pale, "What does Billy think about being naked?" I asked.

"He thought it was a bit weird," Aunty Cath replied, "but as everybody else would be naked, he wasn't bothered, and of course, the pubes thing is irrelevant as far as he is concerned. It does mean, though, if you still want to come, I will have to shave your pubes off."

I looked at her open-mouthed, I thought for a moment and took a deep breath.

"Well, actually, Aunty Cath, you won't have to." She gave me a confused look.

"Why won't I," she asked, "you will not be allowed in!"

"Wel,l as it happens, I explained, I haven't got any!"

"Oh, she exclaimed, I'm not being funny but are you sure, do you mind if I check?"

I went a bit red and thought about it, "Well," I said, "I suppose as you will be bathing me within the next few days, you will see anyway and, as I am 10, I shouldn't be bothered. Can you pull my shorts and pants down though, I am too embarrassed."

"Ok," said Aunty Cath, "you are a good boy, come and stand in front of me."

She undid my shorts and unzipped them. She then pulled them down and let them drop to my ankles; my pants quickly followed.

"Hold your T-shirt up for me," she asked.

I did so, and my completely bald, smooth and thin, one and a half-inch willy with its bit of excess foreskin sitting on my little crinkly ball bag was about 12 inches [30cm]from her.

She looked slightly shocked but didn't want to upset me and said in a very comforting tone, "Your willy is as cute as the rest of you, and I understand even more why you want to be treated like a little boy," and hugged me.

"Now I know what checks they do at the waterpark, and they are very thorough, so just to be sure, can you step out of your shorts and pants and lie on the bench."

I was now naked below my belly button, but as I was ten again, I did not feel ill at ease. I lay on the bench and Aunty Cath put her hands behind my knees and spread them apart and pushed them back toward my chest. She now had a completely unrestricted view of my willy, balls, and bottom. She gently used one finger to feel around my balls and base of my willy to see if there were even the slightest beginnings of puberty. After a thorough feel, she said you are right, my little cutey, not even any little soft ones but just stay there for one moment.

She put my legs back down on the bench and quickly went to the kitchen, she came straight back with a plastic packet of something.

"Put your legs back up, sweety," she instructed.

I did so, and immediately she started to wipe my bum crack with a wet wipe. She was very thorough and got much deeper into my little hole than I ever did. As she took out another wipe, I put one small foot on the back of the bench and the other on the floor spreading my knees as far apart as possible allowing Aunty the best possible view of my willy, balls and hairless groin enabling her to give them all a really thorough wipe. She gently rubbed the cool, moist cloth all over, she carefully took hold of my delicate willy and squeezed the cloth all around it and pulled the foreskin upwards, it felt so loving and comforting.

"There we are, isn't it nice being a little 10-year-old boy again and have Aunty making sure your bottom and willy is nice and clean. I hope you will be this good every time I need to do it. Stand up, and I will get you dressed again."

I was so happy, this was a dream, four weeks of being a boy with no one telling me to grow up. I couldn't wait to be bathed, be put in pull-ups, and tucked into bed. Two minutes later, Billy came racing into the garden.

Chapter 3

"Hi Mom, hi Paul," he shouted as he leaped up on to the bench and started to give his Mom a very boisterous hug.

"Calm down, Billy," said Aunty Cath, "Paul will think you are a silly idiot."

This just seemed to spur him on and started climbing all over his Mom; I wondered if he was a bit jealous of seeing me there, on my own, with his Mom. Anyway, his Mom had had enough and very sternly told him to get down and calm down.

"Oh, don't be boring," he said, and then accidentality kicked a glass off the table, and it smashed.

"Now, look at what you have done!" Aunty Cath said crossly. "You know what would happen if Paul wasn't here, don't you!"

"Yes, Mom, I'm sorry."

"Good," she said, "now go and stand on the garden step for 10 minutes and sort yourself out," and off he trotted, saying he was sorry.

"I will go and get you both a drink and a snack, back in a minute."

Aunty Cath returned with two glasses of coke and some chunks of cheese, cut up apple, and crisps in a bowl. I smiled as it brought back memories of the stuff Mom used to do for me when I was little, I was really enjoying being ten again already. As I was snacking and Billy was getting restless on the step, I asked Aunty what she meant when she had told Billy; he knew what would happen if I wasn't here?

"Well, I don't mess about with naughty little boys so that he would have got two maybe three very hard smacks on the bare bottom!"

"Oh, crikey," I said.

"Does your Mom ever smack you?" Aunty Cath asked.

"No, not really," I told her, "but I don't know why sometimes, I probably deserve it." I sat silent for a moment. "

"Aunty, if I am naughty during our time together, will you spank me?" I asked, slightly apprehensively.

"Well, as you are ten, what do you think I should do?" she replied.

After some thought, I said, "Well, it wouldn't be fair if both me and Billy are naughty, but only Billy got spanked, so yes, I think you should."

"I think that's the right answer, I hope you don't regret it," she said, smiling. "

I'm probably bound to," I said, "I am never going to be good for the whole four weeks! And on the bare bottom!"

"Ok, Billy," said his Mom, "you can get off the step now. It's still quite warm, why don't you and Paul get in the pool and get some practice in for the waterpark."

"Great idea, do you want to Paul," asked Billy.

"Yes, brilliant," I said, "but I haven't got my trunks."

"You can borrow a pair of mine," he replied.

Then his Mom said, "Well, boys, as you will be naked at the waterpark, I thought you might want to try it in private first."

Billy and I looked at each other, and both shyly said, "Ok then."

"Come over here; then, I will get you both stripped off."

She took off Billy's shirt and shorts first and then mine, so we were both stood in just our pants. I felt every inch like a 10-year-old.

"Ok, boys, after 3, I will pull your pants off together," she announced. "One, two," she got hold of both of our pants, and three and down they came. "Ok, off you go."

We walked to the pool together in silence. I noticed that I was about an inch taller than Billy, but his willy was about 2 inches compared to my one and a half.

"How old are you," Billy asked.

"I'm 10, the same as you."

"Cool," he exclaimed, "how come you are friends with Dan and Tom."

"They just walk with me to school; I go to junior school next door to the Grammar they go to."

"Oh ok," he said, obviously having no doubts that I was 10, "come on, let's see who can jump the furthest."

In we leaped, the water was lovely, we had a great time, swimming, splashing, playing on the inflatables and hitting each other with the foam tubes. When we needed a breather, we lay together on the same lilo, not bothered in the slightest that we were naked. Time flew by, but then his Mom called us in as it was getting cold, and the others would be back soon. We both asked sweetly for a bit longer, but Aunty said no.

We pushed our luck, but then his Mom shouted, "Do not make me come down there and get you out!"

Billy said, "Come on, I won't get away with another spanking."

"Does she smack hard?" I asked.

"Yes, very," he said, "I always cry. But something nice always happens at bedtime on a day I have been spanked," he didn't explain any further.

"Come on then," I said, "let's go in." We helped each other out of the pool and walked down the garden with our arms over each other's shoulders.

"You've made friends then," Aunty said, smiling at the two gorgeous, naked, wet, little boys walking towards her, "Come on, let me get you dried off. Both of you stand on the towel you will need some after sun putting on."

"We can do it," said Billy.

"No chance," said Aunty, "You remember what happened last time, you got it all over the place, and your bottom ended up redder than when we started!" I giggled, but Billy said that it was not funny at the time.

"I will let you help," she relented.

She squirted some lotion on to each of our hands, and we did each other's chest and shoulders. Aunty did Billy first, legs, back his bottom, and then reached around and did his willy and balls. He didn't bat an eyelid I guessed that being ten, it was just natural for your Mom to do that, much more helpful than when you are 14 and left to get on with it, but I noticed his willy did seem to get a bit bigger.

I was enjoying Billy massaging me when Aunty came round behind and started with my legs, wrapping her hands around, going up and down, doing the front and back at the same time. She did my back and then got to my bottom. It was lovely feeling her hands rub all over my cheeks, but I did jump when she used a finger to go up and down my bum crack.

It was lovely, and I felt my willy twitch. She then reached around and started using her whole hand to rub lotion into my hairless willy and balls. My feet and toes were wiggling like mad. It felt fantastic; the joy of being ten being cared for and looked after, my willy got a bit bigger too.

"Ok, boys, all done," said Aunty Cath, "Billy, why don't you take Paul into the playroom until the others get here."

"Ok," he said, and off we went.

He turned to me and said, "Your willy looks nice. I would love to play with it."

He cautiously moved his hand towards it and gently took hold. I could hardly breathe! He rubbed it up and down and then used his other hand to cup my balls.

"Has anyone done this before," he whispered.

"No, never," I panted.

"Do you like it?" he asked, "you can do the same to mine if you want."

I reached out and held another boy's willy for the first time; I could feel sweat running down my back. We rubbed and massaged each for a few minutes, our willies were now both pointing upward and completely stiff. Mine was about 3 inches long and as thick as a whiteboard marker. I noticed Billy's was nearer 4 inches; it made me think even more that I should be treated like a ten-year-old. How can I be considered nearly 15 when my willy is smaller than my new real 10-year-old friend!

"Do you want to do this again on holiday? I think we are sharing a bed."

"Are we? Yes, I'd love to; it will be fun."

"Yes, he said, and we can really go for it."

I didn't know what he meant, but I was happy to find out. I wondered why he seemed to be more knowledgable about such things than me. It made me feel really cute and innocent that a 10-year-old knew more about being rude than me and that he would be in charge of what we did. This added even more to the joy I was feeling of being ten again.

"What do you want to play," asked Billy, bringing me out of my dream-world.

As I was a bit out of practice on what ten years old's played with, I said, "I dunno, what have you got?"

"I have got a new tub of Lego," he explained, "shall we build something?"

"Yes, great fun," I said genuinely and got down on the floor with not a care in the world.

So engrossed were we that we did not hear the others get home. Aunty Cath called them into the front room, well away from where we were.

"Right, guys, have you all had a good day," asked Cath.

They had, and Dan had won the 100-meter butterfly race, he proudly showed his Mom his medal.

"Well done, love," giving it a close look. "Now we haven't got much time, I have had a good chat with Paul, isn't he a lovely sweet boy, I feel so sorry for him, he is a ten-year-old boy in mind and body, it's no wonder he can't hack being nearly 15. I think it's awful that the world thinks he should have to live like a teenager just because of what his birth certificate says. Anyway, I put my idea that we discussed to him, and he looked like the weight of the world came off his shoulders."

"What about all the boy rules," asked Tom.

"Absolutely happy with it," said his Mom, "remember that's what he feels he is, a ten-year-old boy."

"What about the pull-ups thing," Tom added, "surely he will be embarrassed when us pair see him wearing them?"

"Not if you are nice about it when you first see him in them," she advised.

"Mom," said Dan, "you know we would never be cruel. I am so pleased that we asked him to come. I just knew that it would make him so happy."

"Yes, and it proves what lovely caring young men you two are," said their Mom, giving them a big hug.

"What about the waterpark issue," asked Ken, the twin's Dad.

"He was disappointed obviously," said Cath, "but he understood and is more than happy coming along to the junior section with me and Billy, who by the way he got along with like a house on fire."

"So he was not worried about having his pubes shaved then," asked Dan.

"Not at all," advised his Mom, "but then he wouldn't be, he is bald as a coot!"

"Never!" said Tom, "how do you know?"

"I asked him," said Cath, "but then I had a good look just to make sure."

"Mom!" the twins gasped, "he is here for 5 minutes, and you are looking in his pants!"

"More than that, I had them off altogether! I had another surprise as well," their Mom added, "he has still got a little boys willy, it is smaller than Billy's who, by the way, he has been naked in the pool with all afternoon."

"Has he, he wasn't bothered about being naked with a ten-year-old!" they both said.

"Oh, not really," said their Mom, "they were both a bit shy about taking their pants off, but after a few minutes, they were fine. I think you have to get used to the fact that he doesn't look at things like a teenager. So when you do see him naked, don't embarrass him by being shocked that he is hairless, and his willy is smaller than Billy's."

Dan was getting hot under the collar; he had secretly lusted for months over his cute little 14-year-old school mate he walked to school with. In a few days he would see him just in pull-ups, he has no pubes and a cute little willy, what a dream. He was transported back to the lake district with a nearly naked Paul on his shoulders with soft, smooth legs and feet rubbing against his bare chest and back. He had been desperate to bed him ever since.

Ken spoke, bringing Dan back to earth, "Where are they now?"

"They are playing Lego in the playroom," said Cath, "still without a stitch on!"

"Paul is happy playing Lego, naked, with a ten-year-old!" Tom said.

"Oh Tom," said his Mom, "you are not getting it! You have got to get to remember; he has the mindset and body of a ten-year-old, so why would he not be happy. Let's go have a peek at them; they look adorable together.

Dan was in a haze; he was going to see Paul naked right now; his cock was rock hard. They crept and looked through the open door. Billy was lying on his front showing his cute bottom and soft, pink soles. Paul was kneeling with his knees wide apart with his little hairless willy in full view. The boys were completely engrossed in their game.

As far as Dan was concerned, he was now looking at the most beautiful, sexy boy he had ever seen; he looks even more cute and delicious with no clothes on, what a masterstroke it was to get Mom to invite him on holiday.

"How shall we play this," asked Cath.

"You go in and tell them we are here," said Ken, "and that we want to hear all about their afternoon and tell Paul we are really pleased that he is ten again."

"Ok," she said.

She went in and told them the twins were back; Billy just came racing out, being naked with everyone was something he did all the time. Paul didn't move, Cath told him what they had agreed, and everybody was entirely up for it. Paul smiled from ear to ear.

"Shall I get you dressed first, or are you happy to stay naked like Billy," asked Aunty Cath.

He was in a dilemma; he had been bare with Billy all afternoon, so he would think it odd if he got dressed now, but how would the twins react to seeing their school mate's naked little hairless body.

Cath could see he was at odds with himself and said, "Paul, the twins have just seen you naked and also are happy with why you want to be 10. They will treat you like a little boy and not remind you that you are their 14-year-old school mate."

So he took a deep breath and shyly walked out of the playroom. The twins both just said, "Hi Paul," as if him being bare was as normal as Billy being bare and added, "its great that you are up for Mom's idea," at which point he ran to Dan, burst into tears of happiness and gave him a big hug.

Dan picked him up and sat him on his hip, holding on to his soft little bottom. Paul wrapped his smooth bare legs around him and hugged his neck tightly. There was not a happier ten-year-old in the whole world. Dan was feeling slightly giddy and wished he could take him to bed there and then.

Chapter 4

At long last, the day of departure had arrived. After lots of hugs and more than a few tears, I was dropped off at the Moorcroft's.

Dan and Billy helped me with my bag, which was put in the front room with the others. I waved bye to Mom, Dad, and my brother – I burst into tears as they drove off.

Dan gently picked me up, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, hugging tightly. He rubbed my back, saying, "That's it, you have a good cry. It must be so hard for a little ten-year-old boy to wave his parents off like that."

I felt so protected being held by him and buried my face into his neck. After a little while, I started to feel better, Aunty came in and gave my teary face a good rub with a wet wipe and made me blow my nose.

"Ok, we are about ready to go; come on, Paul lets pop to the toilet for the last wee," instructed Aunty, "I have already sorted Billy."

She stood behind me while I weed. When I was done, she pulled my shorts and pants down and gave my bottom a deep and vigorous clean with a wet wipe. She turned me around and gave my willy, balls, and groin a rub-over too. I felt every bit a ten-year-old and was the happiest and most relaxed I had been for years. She pulled my pants and shorts up, gave me a hug and a kiss, and told me I was a lovely little boy.

"Come on," shouted Ken, "we need to get a move on to miss the traffic."

Aunty called Billy and me to one side, "The journey is about an hour, do you want to be in pull-ups?" I was still a bit apprehensive about the twins seeing me in them, so I said no, so did Billy.

"Ok," said Aunty, "that's good, off you go."

We jumped in the car and saw the poshest kids' car seats ever. Dan lifted me into mine; I was surprised it had one of those straps that came between my legs. Dan noticed and told me that these were the recommended types for boys of mine and Billy's height and weight, most people moved to booster seats too soon.

"Oh, cool," I said.

Dan started buckling me up, and his hand was resting against my willy when he was clicking them all in. I had to adjust this in my shorts when he had finished. I felt really young strapped in like that, and I loved it.

After about half an hour, I said that my feet were too hot, but I can't reach my laces.

"Don't worry, chick," said Aunty, "Dan, who was sat next to me, can sort it for you."

He reached down and pulled off my trainers and socks; Aunty gave him a wet wipe to rub them with, he did it very carefully and gave my bare feet a little massage, I really enjoyed it. Dan was in his own little heaven; he had been dying to get hold of those perfect little feet for ages; he could feel his cock starting to stiffen. He took his cap off and put it on his lap.

"Have I made you hot, Dan," I said cutely, "sorry!"

If only you knew why, Dan thought to himself, and he gave Paul's bare thigh a squeeze, which made him giggle.

We got there in good time, with no accidents. Billy and I jumped out of the car with Aunty Cath's dire warning of big trouble if we did not wait and hold her hand until we were inside. We waved the twins and their Dad off as it was another 10 minutes to the main park.

"Right, we have got until 4 pm, so let's get going," Aunty said.

Taking a firm grip on our hands, I held tightly back, and she looked down at me, smiling. There was no queue, so we went straight to the desk. A lovely smiling lady took the payment from Aunty, and she took some details in case we got lost or hurt.

"Ok, how old are you two little scamps then," she asked. We both giggled, Billy told her we are both 10. I held my breath for one moment, but she didn't give me a second glance. Aunty Cath gave my bottom a couple of pats.

"Who is the oldest?"

"Him," said Billy.

"When is your birthday, lovely?"

I had to think quick and told her 30 August 1964.

"So, you are 11 quite soon?" she asked.

"Yes, that's right," I was relieved to say.

"Ok," she continued, "has your Mom told you that no trunks are allowed?"

"Yes," said Billy, "we did naked swimming practice a few days ago."

"Oh, good," said the lady laughing, "and do you know about the doctor's inspection before you go in?"

"Billy, let Paul answer one," said Aunty.

"Yes," I said, "the doctor will look at our rude bits to make sure they are not hairy." Aunty and the lady both laughed this time; I wasn't really sure why.

"Right, come in," the lady said.

We were given a locker, some other kids in there were crying and making a fuss about being bare. We just stood there while Aunty stripped us both naked and gave our bottoms a wipe.

"Look at those two lovely little boys," said the crying kids' Mom, "they have got naked already with no fuss at all!" and one crying kid got a hard smack.

Aunty held our hands, and we went to the next room. An older woman in a white uniform took us into a room with a funny chair.

"Ok, who's first," she said with a smile.

Billy didn't look very keen, so I said I would.

"Good boy, there is nothing to worry about." Aunty picked me up and plopped me on the seat.

"Ok, I want one leg in this stirrup and the other in this one," the old lady instructed me. I put them in, and my legs were spread apart so that my willy and balls were on full show. She used a purple light to look me all over, and then for some reason, had a good feel of my feet.

"Ok, cutie, jump down," she told me.

"Have I passed," I asked.

"Yes, no problem." Billy got the same treatment, and we were ready to go.

The old nurse said we were lovely boys. As we left the room, I heard her whisper to Aunty that she was surprised the blonde one is nearly 11.

"Yes, he is cute, isn't he," Aunty whispered back.

Once we were out, Aunty crouched down and gave me a hug and a kiss saying, "Well done for getting your birthday right." Billy asked for a hug and a kiss for getting his birthday right.

Once Aunty had found a spot, we were allowed to go and explore with strict instructions about reporting back every hour or so and sticking together. We held hands as we ran into the first pool – it was brilliant.

I decided I much preferred the junior pool as there were no big kids being nasty, and none of the slides were too scary or fast. In the big Jacuzzi, Billy came up behind me and gave my soft willy a nice rub and gently squeezed my balls. I could feel his willy was stiff, and he put it in my bum crack; my willy got stiff too.

"You're rude," I whispered.

"Not as rude as when I will be in bed with you," he whispered.

My willy got even stiffer, though I didn't know what he meant. We changed places, and I played with his willy and put my willy in his bum crack. He squeezed his cheeks together, and I started to get really hot.

"You don't know how to rub a willy properly yet, do you," he said, "don't worry, I will teach you in bed," he added earnestly.

Again, that made me feel really innocent and couldn't wait to find out what he meant. We kept going back to Aunty as we were told and then dashing off again. As we went from slide to slide and the different pools, I was surprised how many kids were taller than me and had much bigger balls and willies. Unlike most boys, that made me really happy and feel really young. Amazing to think I was probably at least three years older than all of them.

I let Billy decide where we went next all day, and he held my hand to make sure we didn't get separated. I felt secure and almost like Billy's little brother. On our next check-in with Aunty, we were told to be back by 3.45, as it would be time to go. We both cried out that it was too soon.

"I am sure it is," said Aunty, "but that is when Dad and the twins will be outside waiting for us."

"Ok," we said, and dashed off again. Aunty thought how cute our little high voices were. We lost track of time though trying to go to every slide one more time and didn't get back until 4.10. Aunty was cross and told us we were inconsiderate and naughty. She grabbed Billy by the wrist, pulled it high as she could, and he was on tippy toes.

"No mommy, I'm sorry!" at which point she gave him two hard smacks on the bottom, one on each cheek which immediately started to go red and Billy burst into tears.

Go and stand facing that wall. She then strode towards me, grabbed my wrist, and pulled it up as high as she could; I was on my tiptoes and was already crying. She smacked my bottom twice too, it hurt, and I was distraught. Aunty grabbed her bag and us two by the hand and hauled us off to the locker room.

"I am putting you both in pull-ups," Aunty said sternly, "we don't want to have to stop, and it will take longer to get home."

When we got there, she took out two pull-ups and made us lie down on the bench. She didn't seem cross at all now and smiled at me as she lifted my two feet into the air and put the pull-up on and pulled it down to my knees. She stood me up and pulled the pull-up so that it was snugly over my bottom and willy. She put my t-shirt over my head and pulled it down, and held me while I put my flip-flops on.

I felt just like a little boy, just been smacked for being naughty and now in a pull-up with no shorts on. She sorted out Billy and took hold of our hands and strode out to the car park. A few people made a comment about how cute we looked in pull-ups, I was on tiptoes trying to keep up.

Dad and the twins were waiting. "Hello, boys had a good, oh what's happened," seeing our teary faces.

"They have both had two hard smacks for being 25 minutes late back," Aunty told him.

"Oh, fair enough," said Ken.

Aunty lifted me into the car seat, Dan did my belts up and of course, saw me in pull-ups for the first time. I gave him an embarrassed glance, and my cheeks went red.

He whispered in my ear that I looked cute in my pull-up and not to worry, he and Tom are okay with it.

As we moved off Aunty turned round and asked Billy if he wanted his dummy, he nodded, and it was put in his mouth and he sucked on it vigorously.

"Here you are, Paul," she said, looking at me, here is one for you if you want."

Dan held it by my mouth as if it was completely normal, so I opened my mouth, in it went. I kicked my flip-flops off and looked at my dangling little cute feet; my bottom was warm and tingling. Strangely I felt so young and little and securely strapped into the car seat and happy knowing that I wasn't in control at all. I started to suck on the dummy, which was comforting. At that point, I realized I was bursting for a wee, almost forgetting I was in a pull-up.

Dan looked at me; I think he knew, so he took hold of my hand, squeezing it gently and said, "Don't worry, you are only 10."

At this point, my wee flowed out, which I could feel running over my smooth balls and down my bum crack. I thought I love being a little boy, and I dropped off to sleep.

Next thing I knew, we were back at the house, my pull-up was swollen; I looked and saw that Billy's was too. I still felt drowsy when the car door opened and Dan undid the buckles and lifted me up and out of the seat. He put his hand under my bottom; I put my legs around his waist and dropped my head onto his shoulder, and went back to sleep. I woke up, sat on Dan's lap on a towel just with my pull-up on, I could see Billy was asleep on Tom's lap.

"Hello, lovely," said Dan, "have you had a nice sleep?"

"Yes," I nodded drowsily.

"Do you want a drink," he asked.

I nodded again and he put a sports type bottle in my mouth, which I sucked on whilst he held it. I felt like a very loved little boy. I put my arms around Dan's neck and whispered, "Is Aunty still cross."

"Don't be silly, of course not. Mom," he shouted.

She came in and was all smiles and kissed my forehead. "Had a nice sleep sweety," she asked.

"Yes, thank you, Aunty, me and Billy had a great time, sorry we were late back."

"Oh, forget that now," she said to me softly, "you were smacked for doing it, so that is the end of it," she said, caressing my cheek. I gave her a big smile and told her I was loving being ten again.

"Oh, I am glad," she said, "anyway, its time for your first supervised bath you have been looking forward to."

I took her hand and she also got hold of Billy's and we both waddled off in our very full pull-ups to the bathroom, which the twins found really funny. Dan was thinking how he would have loved put his hand into Paul's soggy pull-up and have a good feel of his willy; he reckoned there would be plenty of opportunities over the next 4 weeks.

Aunty ran the bath, ensuring it wasn't too hot. She took hold of the elastic on my pull-up and stretched it out and pulled it down over my bottom and legs and did the same for Billy.

"Oh, look at you two," Aunty said, "you are so cute. Perfect little bodies and no horrid big boy hair." I thought both of our willies looked very tiny.

"Come on let's get you in," she said, putting her hands under Billy's armpits and easily picking him up. He raised his knees and she lowered him, bottom first, into the water. She did the same for me; I loved the moment and when I raised my knees I felt so young and vulnerable but knowing Aunty was caring for me.

She sat me opposite Billy and turned the shower on; told us to tilt our heads back and carefully wet our hair, she then gave us both a good shampooing. I loved having my head rubbed, completely different from doing it on my own. She rinsed us off and then told us both to swizzle round and put our feet on the side of the bath.

She gave our feet a good soaping and massage without tickling. We both sat facing each other again, and Billy gave my balls a rub with his soft clean toes under the soapy water. She put her hands under my armpits again and lifted to stand me up. She rubbed me all over with a soapy sponge, but put it down and washed my bum crack, willy and balls with her soapy hand. It just felt delicious.

She did the same for Billy; I just stared when she did his willy and balls; it was almost as good as when mine was done, we both had semi-stiff willies. She had us both stand-up and rinsed us off with the shower. I had another look at both of our willies. I liked having a smaller one than Billy; it made me feel younger and cuter. She helped us both out and wrapped us in big white fluffy towels and gave us both a hug.

"Ok, into the warm living room with you," she instructed, "Dad has made some pizza and then its time for bed, we have an early start tomorrow."

We went into the living room, and Dan and Tom sat us on their knee and helped us eat our pizza. I soon felt sleepy sitting on Dan's knee in the lovely warm big towel.

"Come on, you two," taking hold of a hand each, "into bed." I was sleeping in the spare room. Aunty took my towel off and laid it on the bed.

"Lie on this, sweety," Aunty told me, "I will put some talc on you so that you don't get a rash from your pull-up." While she was gently rubbing it around, I asked where I was sleeping on holiday.

"Oh, haven't I told you," she said, "we thought it best if you and Billy share a double bed, we thought you might be scared on your own in a strange room in a strange house."

"Yes, I would be," I told her, "I still didn't like the bedroom door being shut, even at home."

"I thought so," she continued, "but if you and Billy mess about too much, that might change so be warned."

I nodded earnestly, she laughed and said, "Oh, you are a cutey," and bent to give me a raspberry on my belly. She then lifted my legs and slipped on a pull-up and I felt snug and secure. She lifted me up, and she sat on the bed and had me stand in front of her. She told me I was a lovely sweet little boy and it was so right for me to be treated like a 10-year-old, and she was loving being my Aunty, I smiled and did a cute little wiggle.

"Now," Aunty said quietly, "before I tuck you in, has Billy told you what happens at bedtime on a day you get smacked or spanked?"

"No," I responded, "he just said something nice happens."

"That's right; I just like to make sure you know that I still love you and that the last thing you are thinking about before going to sleep is the nice thing rather than the smack."

She moved up the bed and rested against the headboard. "Right, come here and lie across me."

She cradled my head on her forearm and pulled my knees up to her side. I was surprised when she started unbuttoning her blouse and was amazed when she put her hand inside and pulled out one of her boobs. She then lifted my head, bringing my mouth to the nipple, she held her boob and wiggled the nipple on my lips. My mouth seemed to open by itself and I started to suckle.

"There's a good boy; this will make you sleep really well."

I felt I was floating on a cloud with not a single little worry in my head. Her hand moved down and she put it between my legs. I allowed it to move upwards and she rested it on my bottom, so she had me in a firm, secure hold. After a few minutes, I felt sleepy. She moved away and put me under the covers and gave me a kiss on the forehead. She put the night light on and left the door open. Just before I dropped off, I weed in my pull-up and I felt utterly ten years old. Next thing I knew, Dan was getting me up to get ready for the journey.

Chapter 5

Ken, Tom and Dan were squeezing the last bits of stuff into the car, "We won't have room for the boys if there is any more," said a flustered Dad.

"Chill out Dad," said Tom, "I think that's about it."

"Oh good, go and see how long your Mom will be getting the lads ready." Tom came into the living room to find Billy lying naked on a towel with me.

"Oh lovely, is it chipolata's for breakfast," he said, seeing our willies. We both giggled.

Aunty just rolled her eyes, "Out of the way Tom, if you are not going to be helpful."

"Ok, Mom, how long do you need to be ready," he asked.

"I have just got to get the boys into pull-ups and a warm top and you can get them strapped in the car," she told him, "I think they will be comfier without shorts and shoes." Two minutes later, we were being carried to the car and Dan was doing my buckles.

"How tight do you like them?" he asked me.

"Quite tight," I said, "especially the one between my legs, it stops me sliding down."

He gave them a final tug and I felt really secure. He gave my legs a rub, felt my feet to make sure they were not cold and patted the front of my pull-up. Everybody else got in and Billy and me were given a bag of stuff to keep us occupied. Dan and Tom gave us both a cuddly toy, which I loved and off we went.

We were nice and early, so we made really good time we were going to have a stop for breakfast after about 3 hours. We all were enjoying the journey, but after an hour, I felt sleepy and asked for my dummy. Dan popped it in for me; I didn't feel at all silly sucking on it, I hugged my new teddy and looked at my hairless bare legs and soft feet. I had never felt happier, a sweet little 10-year-old in a pull-up.

I closed my eyes, a very content boy. In no time at all, we had stopped and Dan was lifting me out of the car; I had wet my pull-up, which felt lovely. I was carried to the women toilet and my flip-flops were slipped on my feet. I held Auntie's hand and in we went. She popped me on the changing table and whisked off my pull-up. Another woman came in and told Aunty what a lovely boy; I gave her a big smile while Aunty wiped me down.

"He likes people to guess how old he is," she said, tickling my tummy. I giggled and raised my feet up.

"I think he must be nine," she said.

"Good guess," I said, but I'm 10.

"Oh sorry, well, you look very cute." Aunty put my flip-flops on and told me to go outside and one of the twins would be there as Dad was changing Billy in the men's. Sure enough, Dan was waiting for me and he held my hand until Aunty came out. I wasn't bothered; I was just in my pull-ups and a top, then again, no one else gave me a second glance anyway. I suppose if people thought I was nine, why would they? I am just a little boy in a pull-up for a long journey.

"Can you carry me," I asked. "No," said Dan, "you need to stretch your legs."

"Ok, but can I sit on your knee at breakfast," pulling on his arm.

"Maybe, we will see what Mom says."

"Ok," I said and I pulled myself close into him. I just felt he was so lovely and really enjoyed having his strong body next to mine.

Dan was thinking, I wonder if he has always wanted to be all over me like this, it will be great if he has. He wanted to pick him up and rub up and down his smooth hairless legs.

We all went in for breakfast and found a six seat booth, so Aunty told me I would have to sit on my own seat. I sat next to Dan, though, and he rubbed my leg right up to the elastic of my pull-up, which I liked very much. Dan was amazed how Paul obviously liked him feeling his leg. He was thinking that his mom's idea of letting his little 14-year-old school mate be a ten year old for the holiday was going to be as good for him as it was for Paul.

Breakfast arrived, full English all around, though me and Billy had the kids version. The lady just said, "Here you are, sweetie," when she gave me mine. We all ate well though I managed to get beans all down my front.

"You are supposed to eat them not wear them," Dan said, I giggled.

Aunty just sorted it out with a wet wipe, tickling my tummy as she did it. I laughed and wriggled. Dan and Tom took us for a wee before we set off again. Dan laughed when I pulled my pull-ups down to my ankles and held my top up to my neck and weed without holding my willy.

"What's funny?" I asked.

"Nothing, it just looks cute, do you need to show everyone your bottom though?" I hadn't thought of that and went a bit red.

"I was only joking," said Dan, "anyway, everyone will think you have a lovely bottom."

I giggled and pulled my pull-ups back up. I went to walk out, but Dan dragged me back in to wash my hands. He helped with the soap and water as the buttons were a bit stiff. I looked and smiled at him while I was washing and thanked him for being so nice to me, but then I flicked water in his face. I was too slow running away and he picked me up and turned me up-side-down and threatened to put my head down a smelly toilet.

"No, Dan," I screamed, laughing at the same time, so he just lifted me as high as he could and blew a big raspberry on my belly. He then put me over his shoulder and carried me to the car, pretending to smack my bottom as we were going. I have never had such a nice time at a service station; I loved being ten again. Dan was thinking the same thing; I was strapped back in, and off we went for the last hour or so of the journey. I couldn't wait to see the house.

Chapter 6

When we got there, I was speechless, it was right on the coast and you could hear the sea; the beach looked brilliant. Of course, Billy wanted to go right away.

"No," said Aunty, "let's have a bit of a chill first and go down later. You boys go and explore the house; your room is the double at the top of the stairs. Are your pull-ups wet?"

"No," we both said.

"Oh good, take them off and I will sort you some shorts and pants out in a bit."

We both dropped our pull-ups where we stood and were naked from the waist down. I was a bit shy about it, but Billy wasn't bothered in the slightest. I'm 10, I reminded myself so why should I be shy. The room was brilliant and the bed was massive.

Billy pushed me on to it and started groping my willy and balls. "I'm looking forward to playing with these." I wonder if that is wanking, I thought.

With that, we went back downstairs and Aunty gave us some food and we watched cartoons on the telly. I got a bit hot, so I took my top off and now thought nothing of lying on the floor naked with everyone else in the room.

Dan's heart was thumping; he couldn't take his eyes off Paul. He was thinking about what he would do with that beautiful naked boy. He wasn't sure how much he would want to play, though Dan was fairly sure that he was completely innocent and had never even considered wanking yet. He just prayed he would get an hour on his own with him to find out. His cock was rock hard.

"Right, you lazy lot," announced Aunty, "does anyone fancy a walk down the beach?"

"Yesss," me and Billy shouted. We were put in some beach shorts after Aunty had wiped our faces and bottoms with wet wipes. Dan told me to put my trainers on as the path was a bit stony; he tied the laces for me. I loved how I was just being treated like a 10-year-old; it seemed everyone had forgotten I was nearly 15 already. Off we went, it was only a 10-minute walk and we were on the beach proper. It was nice and warm and Billy asked Aunty if we could go naked.

"Yes, you can," she told him as she bent down and whispered to me, "you do what feels comfy, but I think everybody has forgotten you are 14 already."

"So do I, Aunty, and I am so happy!" I had my shorts off in a flash, which made Aunty smile but had to get Dan to undo my laces as he had tied them too tight.

"I have only just done them up," he moaned. He didn't mind, though. He took his time as it gave him a chance to have a good close up look at Paul's willy. No wonder he wants to be ten he thought and he can climb all over me as much as he wants.

"Hurry up, Dan, it will be night soon," I shouted.

Cath was still amazed at Paul's little high voice; she thought he might be able to come as a 10-year-old again next year as he seemed so far away from puberty. Billy might even beat him to it; her boys were all early on that front.

"Thanks, Dan," I said as I finally extracted my foot from my trainer and I scampered off naked to catch up with Billy. I managed to trip him up as I got near him and I was first to be in the ocean.

"Just you wait, I will get you back for that," he shouted, not nastily, though. So we played and splashed and Tom and Dan joined in, picking us up and threatening to drown us upside down, which involved a lot of high-pitched screaming and giving us carries on their shoulders.

Dan hoped no one could see his hard-on; getting to play with a wet naked Paul was a dream. I fell over at one point and swallowed a load of seawater. I panicked a bit, but Dan just picked me up and carried me until I had coughed it all up and had stopped crying. I stayed in his arms longer than I needed, but I felt secure and a happy little lad.

Anyway, time flew by and it was time to go back for tea plus it was getting chilly for two wet naked 10-year-olds. Of course, when we got to the top of the beach, Billy and I were covered in sand as we could not help having the odd wrestling match on the way.

Aunty made us get under the beach showers to rinse off, they were freezing and we made a right fuss. In the end, we were told if we didn't stand still to let the twins get the sand off, we know what would happen. I turned into a statue, which made Aunty laugh.

Dan got me cleaned off and then picked me up, so I was facing forward sitting in his arms and my feet dangled in front of me. Dan put them under the shower and thought that he was going to cum there and then. Aunty put my trainers on without me needing to get down; it was great being 10.

There was no one about so Aunty just put our tops on. I held Billy's hand part of the way but ended up holding Dan's as we got to the house. I was hoping I could sit on his knee for a bit to warm up.

"Ok, boys," said Aunty, "you have had a decent enough shower, your tops are wet now so take them off and I will bring you a towel down to get dry and warm."

Dan had sat down, so I took my chance and just went over and sat naked on his lap, he put his arms around me so obviously, he didn't mind.

Dan was more than happy; he knew now that Paul was happy being naked and close to him. He started to fantasize; he imagined Paul standing on the settee either side of his legs. He would put both hands on his bottom and gently pull him in and then put his willy and balls all in his mouth at once and suck and slobber merrily until his willy was fully hard. He would then suck on that until he orgasmed, holding him firmly by his bottom. He was suddenly brought out of his little dream by Paul, trying to wrap a towel around himself. As a final thought, he also imagined getting hold of those feet and sucking every single toe.

"Sorry lovely, but I need the loo," he said to Paul, who obediently jumped off and lay down naked on the towel. Dan locked himself in the loo, took hold of his rock hard cock and lasted about 30 seconds before having one of his most massive cum ever.

Chapter 7

After having Cornish pasties for tea, Aunty saw that me and Billy were both yawning and said it was time for bed, it had been a long day. She gave both of our bottoms a good wipe and asked when we last had a poo. We both couldn't give a clear answer and Aunty said she would ask again in the morning.

"Now, the night light is on, but you will have to shut the door as it will bang shut, is that Ok?" She could see I looked a bit worried. "Billy will be in there with you, Paul, so don't be afraid." I nodded bravely, but I did hate having the bedroom door shut. Everybody gave us a hug and a goodnight kiss and up we went.

As soon as the door was shut, Billy put his arms around me and said, "Still want to play?"I nodded nervously. "Don't worry, I will be really gentle."

He pulled the covers right down the bed and we both jumped on. He lay me down on my back and pulled my pull-ups off; my willy was looking very little. Billy took his pull-up off and his willy was already really stiff, which made me feel very young and innocent.

"How often do you wank?" he asked.

I went a bit red and said, "Never and in fact, I don't know what to do."

"I thought so," he said, "the two times you have rubbed my willy, you didn't hold it properly. Have you never cum then?"

"I don't know, how do you know," I asked.

"Well, big boys shoot white stuff out, but at our age we just get this sort of electric feeling."

"No, that's never happened," I said.

"Never mind," he said like a grown-up, "we have all got to start somewhere."

"Well, how did you start?" I asked.

He stared at me, right into my eyes, "Can you keep a secret? I mean it, I will never want to see you again if you tell."

"Ok," I said, thinking I had got a secret of my own, which I wasn't about to share with Billy, "I promise, I would hate not seeing you ever again."

"Ok," he took a deep breath and said, "me and Tom play with each other."

"Play?" I said.

"Yes, I creep into his bed at night and we do stuff."

"Stuff! like what?" I asked, having no idea what he meant.

Billy just looked at me as if I was thick, "You know, wank each other off and things like that."

"You know how to wank," I said in a slightly scared voice.

"Yes, if you shut-up, I will show you."

I was really nervous, but at the same time, I felt innocent and vulnerable, which I liked. At this point, his hand went between my legs and he spread them apart. I was breathing hard already. His hand rubbed up and down my smooth inner thigh and then on to my balls, which were very tight in my little hairless nut sack. He took hold of my willy and started to rub up and down. It soon got really stiff. He moved and kneeled in between my legs and started rubbing quite hard and fast.

"Do you pull your skin back?" he asked.

"No," I said, not really understanding what skin he meant.

"Not to worry, I won't pull it back as it will hurt; I'm surprised Mom hasn't spotted that, she will." He kept rubbing getting faster and faster, but nothing happened and my willy started to get a bit sore. He stopped and I started to cry.

"Don't worry," he said gently, "perhaps you are still too young, or your balls aren't working yet."

That made me feel better; there was a real 10-year-old telling me I was too young to wank. I felt like a very little boy. He put my pull-ups back on for me and then his own. He put his arms around me and I felt very loved we both slept like logs.

***

We woke up together, "Sorry about last night," I said in a sad little voice, "I had been really looking forward to it, at least now I know what wanking is and what is supposed to happen."

"Don't worry; it will happen one day."

"I would like to see you have a cum," I said, "could we play so that you have one."

"Ok, I could do with one said Billy, "I can't get with Tom on my own. We can play again tonight."

"Don't you ever play with Dan?" I asked.

"No, never, but he knows about Tom and me. Dan has told Tom that he loves one particular boy but keeps it very secret to himself and won't say who it is, not even to Tom, so don't you dare talk to him about it."

"I won't; I would hate to upset him."

I felt a bit sad that Dan loved someone. At that, Aunty came in and whisked the covers off. "Come on, you two, giving us both a hug, let's get you sorted."

Billy had a dry pull-up, but mine was wet. "Good boy, Billy," she said and I was worried that she thought I was naughty and obviously showed it.

"Oh Paul, I'm not cross with you, that is why you are wearing a pull-up. Anyway, I reckon it has been at least two days since either of you has had a poo."

"Don't need one," we both said.

"Right Ok, you will need one in a bit, come downstairs."

"No mommy," said Billy starting to cry, "I don't want an enema."

"I will be the judge of that. Come on," said Aunty.

"Aunty, what's an enema?" I asked.

"You will see; it will make you feel nice and clean."

"I am clean, Aunty," I said a bit confused.

"Not on the inside sweety," she said, which I didn't understand.

We got downstairs; I was still in my soggy pull-up. I liked the feel of it.

"Tom, Dan," Aunty called, "can you help me give the boys an enema; they will be too difficult to handle on my own," which I thought was weird.

"Are you all bunged up, boys," said Tom laughing.

"Oh, very funny," shouted Billy, "how would you like one."

I was getting very nervous about this enema thing. Tom and Dan sat on the kitchen chairs, but not at the table and Aunty put a towel on their laps. She then appeared with two hot water bottles with long hoses coming out of the top, which both had this funny thing at the end, looked a bit like plastic asparagus.

Aunty pulled my pull-up off and immediately said, "Oh dear, you have got a sore foreskin, I will need to retract it, is it tight?"

"I don't know, I have never done anything with it," I responded anxiously. That's Billy's fault for wanking it too hard last night I thought.

"Ok, not to worry, we will have Vaseline handy so I can do both at the same time." I was in a right panic.

"Right Billy," Aunty instructed, "get over Tom's lap." He started to fuss, but Tom just dragged him over and gave him a slap on the bottom. Billy shouted crossly that only Mom and Dad was allowed to do that.

"Calm down, Billy, or I will be doing that," said Aunty, obviously meaning it. Billy thrust his head toward the floor, shouting, "It's not fair."

"Paul," she said, holding me by the wrist but smiling comfortingly at me, "come and lie on the kitchen table sweety. Dan, can you get some cushions and another couple of towels."

Up I got with Aunty's help and Dan put two cushions, covered in a towel, under my bottom. With that, the two hot water bottles re-appeared both looking about to burst. Aunty had hold of one of the plastic asparagus things and dipped it in the Vaseline. What now I thought.

I was stunned when she put the tip of the asparagus on Billy's poo hole. I jumped when she firmly pushed it into his bottom. Tom held Billy's back down and made sure the thing didn't come out. Billy was crying, kicking his feet and telling his Mom that he didn't like her anymore. "

Ok, Paul, bring your feet up to your bottom," she parted them a bit and then pressed the asparagus against my bumhole. It felt cold and slimy and I started to cry, I could feel her pushing it and all of a sudden it went in.

"Ow," I yelped.

"Good boy," said Aunty, "that was easy. Dan, I need you to hold it in." He was really enjoying getting such a close-up view of Paul's willy and balls.

"Now then, Paul, I am going to pull your foreskin down," as she put Vaseline on my willy. She took hold of my little pink hairless willy and started to massage it, "You Ok lovely?"

"Not really," I said, "the water from the hot water bottle is making my tummy ache." I also needed a wee, I thought.

"I will give you a cuddle when its all done," said Dan, which made me happier.

Aunty started to pull the skin down on my willy, it was hurting. She kept the pressure on and all of a sudden, with a really sharp sting, a shiny purple knob popped out. "What's that! I cried?"

"It's just your willy with no skin on. Ok, just lie quietly now, won't be long." Dan held my hand. My willy started to get stiff and the purple knob was throbbing and the water in my bottom was making me desperate for the toilet.

"Aunty, I need the loo," I shouted, but too late as a fountain of wee went up in the air and landed on my belly. I was just sobbing now.

"Its Ok, sweety, all normal," as she wiped me down. Dan was squeezing my hand, but secretly he was breathless, being so close to Paul's little semi-stiff willy.

"Ok, boys, all the water is gone," announced Aunty, "Billy, come and sit on the bucket."

Down he sat and I heard a bit of squirting and then kabooshka as Billy emptied his bowels, his face was a picture!

"Good boy, all done, let me give you a wipe. See, you did need a poo; look at all those hard black lumps. I shall be sitting you both on the toilet each morning from now on. I don't know, can't be trusted to have a poo each day. Right Paul, your turn."

Dan had to lift me down. He helped me sit on the bucket; I was to busy looking at my willy. After a bit of a delay, all my insides seemed to shoot out into the bucket, which also made my willy go back to normal.

"All done, good boy," said Aunty, giving me a good wipe. After a while, I did feel very cleaned out. Aunty gave us a packet of opal fruits each; Billy lay on the floor, telling everybody they were horrible. I sat naked on Dan's lap, feeling sorry for myself with my head on his shoulder and shared my sweets with him. He rubbed my legs and bottom, which was very soothing.

Chapter 8

We went to the beach afterwards and had a great time again, and then we went into the town to a pizza place for tea. Billy and I each had the kids (11 and under) meal, the lady didn't bat an eyelid when I ordered, which included free unlimited ice-cream.

All went well until the second bowl of ice cream. Billy and I were jostling at the ice cream station, Aunty sternly told us to stop, but we carried on until a full bowl of strawberry ice-cream shot into the air landing on the hard floor and smashing into loads of bits–it was a right mess. Aunty was straight out of her seat and very apologetic to the staff, who said not to worry, it's fine.

"NO! it certainly is not fine, you two come with me!"

"The party room is empty if you want to go in there," said the manager, obviously knowing full well what was happening next.

"Thank you," said Aunty, and off we were marched held firmly by the wrist. We were both crying as we went in. "That was really naughty, you were told to stop, but carried on, broke a bowl and made a nasty mess. That has earned you four very hard spanks each."

"Nooo mummy, please."

"Shut up, Billy, or do you want six?" She sat on the edge of one of the booths. She dragged Billy in between her legs, undid his shorts and they came down with his pants, she clamped his legs with hers, put her arm around his back and bent him over. His bare bottom was fully on show. She then gave 4 of the hardest spanks I have ever seen or heard–Billy was howling. He was stood up and moved to one side, told not to move, still with his shorts and pants around his ankles.

"You! come here." I was pulled between her legs and had my shorts and pants pulled down. She clamped my legs with hers and put her left arm around my back and bent me over; I couldn't move if I tried.

The first spank landed and the shock seemed to go down to my toes and into my head. By the time the fourth one landed, my whole body was trembling. I was stood up and Aunty said that we had better be good for a while or we would have such sore bottoms we would have to stand up for a week. She pulled our pants and shorts up. We were both bawling.

"Right, how much money have you each got?" After fumbling in our pockets, I had got 30p and Billy had 25p. "Ok, you will go up to the manager tell her how sorry you are and give her your money to pay for a new bowl."

Two very contrite, teary faced, sore bottomed, little boys went up to the lady and did as they were told. They went back to the table and ate their ice-cream in silence apart from the odd snivel and sob.

***

Aunty suckled us both together when we got home and gave us a hug and a kiss. My bottom was really sore, but I felt like a loved little boy and suckling Aunty made me feel contented and sleepy. She put our pull-ups on and we went to bed and straight to sleep.

The next morning, the twins got us up as Aunty and Ken fancied a lie in and they were going into town. We were both wet; they took us downstairs, pulled down our pull-ups and winced at the sight of our bottoms.

"Wow, you did get some hard ones," Tom said, "I will get some cold cream." They wiped us clean then rubbed the cream on our bottoms, Dan was really enjoying the moment, though he was a bit cross with Mom that she had spanked Paul so hard–his bottom looked so sore.

He was fantasizing about what he would do if they were on their own. I have got an excuse to feel and rub his willy, he thought, so reached round and took hold of it with his finger and thumb, it was amazing and his own cock turned to steel. He almost came when he pulled the skin back and Paul's untouched little shiny purple head popped out. He was dying to rub until it was hard but didn't push his luck. Tom noticed, but just smiled to himself and thought maybe he had just seen the answer to a secret.

"Ok, boys, it is just us four for the beach," said Tom, "I think we will have some fun," in a bit of a funny way, which I didn't understand. Off we went and as usual, Billy and I got naked and scampered off to the sea, with strict instructions about staying in sight.

Once we were gone, Tom turned to Dan and said, "This secret boy of yours!"

"What about him," said Dan.

"It's Paul, isn't it?"

He looked down nervously and went a bit pale, "How did you work it out?"

"Hey Dan, I am your twin brother. I know you inside out. I have seen you looking at him and you were obviously in heaven when you were rubbing his willy earlier. I know that you went for a wank the other day after he had been sat naked on your knee. Why wouldn't you tell me, you must have been going crazy every time we walked with him to and from school."

"I was, but something was stopping me, but as you have sussed it, any tips on how I get him into bed, I have been in love with him for ages, but I have just got to play with him naked."

"Actually, yes, and I have a plan," he announced proudly.

Dan looked at him in amazement, "Go on."

"Right, I happen to know that Mom and Dad, while they are in town today, are picking up some tickets for the traveling circus. It is virtually sold out, but they have got four tickets for tomorrow night. They are worried about working out who will miss out and we will be discussing it tonight. I also happen to know, however, that Paul does not like the circus as he is scared of the clowns. So at the meeting, I will make sure that me and Billy quickly sound very excited about it. I am sure Paul might even say he doesn't mind not going and that will be your chance to say that you are fine staying home to babysit."

"Crikey, Tom." said Dan, "you have given this some thought."

"I haven't finished yet, "he said. "Now, as Mom and Dad won't be back for a while, I am taking Billy back to the house now for a good seeing to, so while we are gone, you can get a bit flirty with Paul. Up for it?"

"Yes, my cock is rock hard," said Dan, a bit breathlessly.

Tom laughed, "I didn't mean it quite like that,but I will take it as a yes. By the way, Billy told me that Paul has never wanked or had a cum as he put it. He tried to wank him off the other night, as Paul didn't know what to do, but it ended up with Paul in tears. He also said though that Paul would like to see him cum and that he plans to do 69 and shag him tonight and get himself off a couple of times along the way. Do you mind?"

"No, by the sound of it, he needs a bit of help. How can you get to nearly 15 and not know how to wank? Tell Billy to go for it, but be gentle."

"l will. Come on, let's go down to the sea and I will get Billy."

Off they went and after a bit of playing, Tom whispered to Billy to tell everyone that he needs a poo. He went to say 'but I don't' but saw the look on Tom's face and broke into a massive smile.

"Ok, shall I do it now?"

"Yes, go on," encouraged Tom.

"Sorry, but I think I need a poo," said Billy

"Oh, Billy, why didn't you go before we left," said Tom, "never mind come on. See you in a bit you two," and off they dashed to the house.

Chapter 9

As they walked to the beach hand in hand, Tom asked Billy if he had a good time. Billy looked up at him and said, "The best ever!" and added that he hoped they could do it again before the holiday was over.

"Have you got any energy left to do Paul later?" asked Tom.

"Don't worry about that," replied Billy, "I am well up for it and if he feels half as good as I did being shagged, he will love it."

"Remember, it will be his first time," Tom reminded Billy.

"I promise," he said, and his willy gave a little twitch as he thought about pressing it against Paul's tight little hole.

At that point, they could see Paul, sat on Dan's shoulders waving at them. They met up and agreed to walk to the beach cafe for lunch. Tom had brought some clothes for Paul, which Dan dressed him in. There was a nice table outside the cafe and the waitress came to take their order. Pastie and chips for the twins and the boys ordered hot dogs and fries off the kid's menu, which included a free cornet.

"How old are you two then," she asked. Paul's tummy did a twitch, thinking she was suspicious.

Billy said, "Have a guess."

"Errm right, I think your 10," to Billy and looking at me, she said, "and I think your 9."

Billy triumphantly punched the air and said, "See, everyone thinks I'm older than you; anyway, we are both 10," he said to the lady.

"Oh, I'm sorry chick," she said to me, "it must be your blond hair."

"Don't worry," I said in my cute little voice, "everyone thinks I look younger than I am." I felt so happy; no one even had an inkling I was nearly 15.

Dan reached forward and grabbed Paul's hairless leg and rubbed it up and down, saying lovingly, "You must be the happiest, sweetest ten years old in the world!"

"I think I am," I replied.

Our lunch came quickly and we all really enjoyed it. Billy and I went to get our free ice-cream with a warning from Tom that he did not want a repeat of the other night; we just both went red. We came back just as Ken and Aunty were walking towards us; Billy and I both started waving and shouting.

"Those two boys aren't they the cutest said Cath."

"Yes," Ken agreed, "do you know, I think Paul is having the time of his life. Just shows how free someone can be if they are allowed to be themselves."

As they got there, another family with two young daughters aged about 8 and 10 sat down at the next table. Billy and I soon got restless.

"Can we have a bucket and spade each," asked Billy nicely.

"Of course," said Aunty, but took one look at me and burst out laughing, everyone looked and did the same.

"What," I asked, getting a bit embarrassed, seeing that the other family had a little snigger as well.

"Look at the state of you," said Aunty smiling, "there is ice cream all over your face and down your front."

She got the wet wipes out and came around behind me and gave me a vigorous wipe. I loved it, especially as Billy didn't need one. Ken gave us money to go and get the bucket and spades; I hadn't played sandcastle for ages. Mom wouldn't let me last year because I was too old–it's brilliant being 10. Off we went to the shop with a strict warning that we knew what would happen if there is any messing about. We went red again and made a quick exit.

"I don't think they will be naughty for a few days," said Mom, which made Dan look down, looking a bit ill at ease.

"You alright love?" she asked, concerned that Dan looked unhappy.

"Do you mind if I say something," said Dan with difficulty.

"Of course not," replied his Mom anxiously, "go on?"

"You know I think you are a great Mom," said Dan, "and I love you, but we think you spanked the boys too hard last night. I know they were naughty and deserved a smack, but their bottoms were so red and sore this morning. They are only little boys and they are both so cute."

"Oh, thanks for being so caring and honest," she said, holding his hand, "I'm sorry that it has upset you; I was very cross, but I accept what you say. I still think smacks should be on the bare bottom, but it will be no more than two each for the rest of the holiday if they deserve a smack, you happy with that?"

"Yes," said Dan and Tom smiling.

"Anyway, have you all had a good time today?"

"Brilliant, thanks." they both said, "the boys are so sweet and innocent, we love looking after them."

"Oh, you are such lovely lads," said Cath. "Before the boys get back," she continued, "we have a little problem to sort out and it will be easier between us four." Tom squeezed Dan's knee. "Have you seen the posters for the travelling circus that's in town?"

"Yes," said Tom, "I had a look at one. I love the circus!"

Dan could barely contain himself; the boy deserves an Oscar.

"Well," their Mom said, "we thought it would be fun to go, but it was nearly sold out and we could only get 4 tickets, so two will have to miss out."

"Well, I think I've got a solution to that," said Dan.

"Really!" said his Mom.

Dan went on, "I had seen the poster as well, but I remembered something that Paul said about clowns, so I asked him this morning what he thought about them. He said he thought they were really scary and wouldn't be seen dead at the circus, so, in light of that, as Tom loves the circus, I am happy to stay in and look after Paul."

"Are you sure," replied his mom squeezing his hand, "you are a lovely lad, we will make it up to you."

"Yes," said Tom, "we will get you a clown mask so you can frighten Paul in the middle of the night."

"Crikey, better not," said Dan, "he will be in pull-ups until he is 30!"

They all laughed just as the boys got back with their buckets and spades. Billy excitedly explained that he was in charge of the money as his little brother was too scared to do it. Tom explained that the waitress thought Paul was the youngest.

"So, Paul is your little brother now, is he?" Cath asked Billy.

"Yes," he said, "the last two people have both guessed he is nine and I'm 10."

I felt really happy; I could just be a little boy with not a worry in the world. Billy could take charge as much as he liked.

"Right, you two have you been to the loo lately?" said Aunty. "Come on, let's go, before you go back to the beach."

She took us by the hand and dragged us off for a wee, both moaning that we didn't need one. Aunty took me into the cubicle first and pulled my shorts down, I pulled my top up and did my hands-free routine again, most of the wee went in the loo.

"Oh, Paul, be careful." Once I had finished, she bent me over a bit and gave my bottom a deep wipe and rubbed around my willy. "Right, your done; come on, Billy."

Once he had weed, his Mom noticed that his little bum hole looked really red, "Oh, that looks sore," she said concerned. Billy knew why and had to think quickly.

"It feels Ok; perhaps it was that big poo yesterday," he advised.

"I guess so," said his Mom, and got the antiseptic cream out. She started to rub it in and was surprised how dilated he seemed to be, "See," she said motherly, "that's what happens when you hold on to your poo so long."

Billy said, "Yes Mom, sorry," breathing sigh of relief that she obviously suspected nothing. They went back to the table and off they dashed with their buckets and spades.

"Don't go too far," shouted Aunty, "go where we can see you." They found a spot about 20 yards from the cafe, which had some nice damp sand to play in.

The Mom of the family at the next table turned to Cath and said, "You have got two little cuties there; they are both gorgeous."

Cath smiled and said, "Thanks, they both know it though and have got these two wrapped around their little fingers," looking at the twins.

They were all looking over at the boys when they both stood up and stripped naked, "No inhibitions either by the look of it," said the Mom.

"No, they have been naked virtually since we arrived," said Cath. One of the girls said that it looked like fun having no clothes on.

"Well, I'm sure they wouldn't mind you joining in," said Cath.

"Do you want to?" asked their Mom; they both nodded. The girls grabbed their bucket and spades and the two Mom's walked over to the boys with them. As they got near, Cath said, "Introduce yourself boys."

"Hi, I'm Billy, and I'm Paul," we answered.

"I'm Molly and this is Daisy," the elder of the girls said.

"The girls thought it would be fun to play with you," said their Mom, "do you mind."

"No, it would be great. We can build a bigger castle," said Billy.

"Ok girls, we will be at the cafe and we can have a coffee in peace. Do you want to keep your swimsuits on or be naked like the boys?"

Daisy just stripped off and jumped in next to the boys. Molly had to think about it, but peeled it off and quickly crouched down with her spade in the sand. The moms wandered back to the cafe, talking about how lovely it is still to be innocent.

Dan was watching Paul from the cafe; he was innocently getting into all sorts of positions digging in the sand. At one point, he was kneeling with his knees wide apart and he was reaching down into a hole they had dug–his soft little bottom was spread wide open with his little hole on full show. Dan thought about getting him like that tomorrow.

***

The Moms and Dads started chatting away and the twins got a bit bored, so went off for a walk along the sea shore. "So, who is the best planner in the world," said Tom.

"Yes mate," said Dan, "you have played a blinder."

"How did your chat with Paul go," asked Tom.

"Really well, we talked about his innocence, which he fully accepts, but to cut a long story short, it ended up with him holding on to me for dear life, while I had a good feel of his stiff little willy and fingered his bum hole."

"Excellent," said Tom, "so you think you will have a good time tomorrow?"

"I reckon," said Dan, "at the very least we will be able to play naked; I will just have to be very gentle and take it slowly. It will be our first time together and I don't want to scare or hurt him."

"Yeah, it took a while for me and Billy to get to the shagging stage," said Tom.

"I've never asked," said Dan, "but how did it all start?"

"One afternoon, about 6 months ago," replied Tom, "when you, Mom and Dad were out somewhere. Iremember being a bit pissed that Billy decided to stay home, which had scuppered my plans for a good wank. Anyway he came into my room as he was bored and he found one of our mags under my pillow. I didn't notice straight away."

"Which one was it," asked Dan.

"The old one about nudism, but with plenty of pictures of naked boys."

"Oh yes, I have done some wanking with that," said Dan.

"And me," said Tom, they both laughed. "Anyway I took it off him and was cross."

Billy said, "I like it when you get me naked for my bath or swimming."

"Only me," I asked.

"Yes just you, it's when you touch my skin, it doesn't feel the same with anyone else, can you get me naked now? I won't tell anyone, I have wanted to ask you for ages but thought you would tell Mom."

"No, I won't tell Mom," I told him. "So I sat him by me on the bed and put his feet on my lap and slowly took of his trainers and socks, he wasn't being silly when I was doing it; he was genuinely enjoying it. Anyway, I massaged his little feet, what is about boys feet? and I was really enjoying myself. I sat him on my lap and pulled his shirt off and slowly felt all over his belly and chest. He was panting and licking his lips and said that it was lovely.

"I undid his shorts and slowly removed them; by now my cock was rock solid. So then I slipped my hand under the waistband of his pants and had a good feel around. I took hold of his soft little willy, worried that he might not like it, but not at all. He was squirming in delight and told me that he loved me doing it.

"At that, I took his pants off all together, laid him on the bed and had a really good feel. I was amazed when he started getting stiff, so I gently wanked him until it was completely erect. He started arching and lifting his bottom off the bed and went stiff, obviously having an orgasm. I picked him up and gave him a cuddle and he told me that he loved it and wanted to do it as often as we could.

"So ever since then, he comes into my bed 2 or 3 times a week and if we are on our own, he is insatiable and is now up for anything. His favourite is upside down 69 which we did big time today–I had a massive cum. What did you think when I first told you what was going on?" he asked Dan.

"Well, I was a bit shocked obviously," said Dan, "but knew you would not be hurting him and as he keeps coming back, he obviously likes it. On top of that of course, I had got my own little boy, even though he is nearly 15, that I wanted to do exactly the same things with, so who was I to judge."

"Well, I hope tomorrow is fantastic for you both," said Tom. "I think you will have a great time and Paul will really get into it. I have told Billy that you are happy for him to play with Paul tonight but to be really gentle. He is very intent on shagging him, as he has never done that with me."

"I have told Paul as well," said Dan, "and he his looking forward to seeing Billy cum. I am not sure that he realises where Billy's willy might be when it happens." They both let out a Hmmm.

They walked back towards the café. As they got near they could see the boy and girls all innocently playing together in the sand.

Tom said, "Crikey, two hours ago Billy was screaming for me to shag him harder and here he is now happily playing with his bucket and spade with 3 other naked kids."

"Yes," said Dan, "and Paul is nearly 15, you couldn't make it up." They both laughed and waved to their Mom and Dad.

***

"Ok," said the girls' Mom, "shall we go and sort these 4 out."

"Yes," said Cath, "what a lovely, quiet couple of hours we have had, but it is starting get a bit chilly."

They walked over to find a massive sandcastle and the boys and girls were obviously getting along really well. "Come on every one," said the Moms, "its getting cold."

All 4 started talking 10 to the dozen but the Moms managed to steer them towards the cafe. They were all very sandy and they were all told to get in the showers.

"They're freezing," moaned Paul.

"Yes and you are very sandy; in you get," said Aunty.

They were all screaming, shouting and hugging each other as the water hit them. Paul and Molly were washing the sand off each other and completely innocently they rubbed each others normally private parts. They looked at each other a bit surprised and had a good look and they both giggled.

The girls' Mom turned to Cath smiling and said, "It looks like they have just both learned something."

Cath replied laughing, "It looks like it," but thought to herself, surely Paul knows girls are different than boys, maybe not, what an innocent boy he is.

"Come on you lot," the Mom's shouted above all the screaming, and for the first time, the boys and girls seemed to realise they were all naked and grabbed a towel each. They said their goodbyes and the boys ran off when they saw the twins. The boys wanted shoulder carries back to the house so the twins lifted them both high above their heads and popped them on.

When they got back, Mom sat down with Billy and Paul. "Now then boys, I have got something I need to chat about." They looked at each other, both thinking what have they done this time. "A question for you Paul, what do you think about clowns?"

"Dan asked me that earlier, I don't like them and think they are really scary, why the sudden interest in clowns?"

"Well love," she said, "we have got 4 tickets for the circus for tomorrow night," at which point Billy started jumping up and down, "sit down Billy. Now that means two of us have got to miss out but we didn't know until today that you don't like clowns. I discussed it with the twins and Dan has agreed to stay home with you."

"Have I spoilt it for Dan," I said worriedly.

"No love, he is fine with it. Tom loves the circus, he is not that bothered." Then it dawned on Paul that he would be on his own with Dan for the evening; his tummy was doing cartwheels.

"Right Ok, you two, lets get some after sun lotion on you."

Billy was very keen to do it himself and his Mom squirted blobs into his hand. Paul on the other hand, was happy to let Aunty do it. She was about to do his willy and balls and asked if my foreskin was still sore.

"Yes, but Dan did it already when he was putting cream on my bottom," I told her, hoping she would leave it alone.

"That means it needs to be done more often," she said, so rubbed the lotion on it and waited until it started to get a bit stiff and then pulled it back.

"Ow," I yelped, looking at the shiny purple knob, but in a different way than yesterday and was looking forward to Dan playing with it.

***

Our bed time arrived and Aunty Cath put me and Billy, naked, on a towel on the living room floor; Ken and the twins were watching Dad's Army. I really enjoyed her lifting my legs and putting lots of talc on my willy, balls and bottom. She also gently held my willy to examine my foreskin.

"That's looking much better," she said as she put my pull-up on. I felt so little, being powdered, put in a pull-up and being sent to bed while the older ones still watched telly.

"Look at you two," she said when we stood up, "the white of the pull-ups really shows off your tans. Anyway up you go and don't chatter for too long."

***

When Billy was brushing his teeth, Tom slipped into the bathroom and sneaked some lube and the little vibrator into is hand.

Billy smiled and whispered, "Where shall I put it afterwards so Mom doesn't find it?"

"Under your pillow," said Tom, "and I will creep in and get it later," he added, looking at Billy seriously, "gentle!" Billy walked into the room and closed the door, Paul stood at the end of the bed looking very little and nervous.

"Come on little bro," Billy said softly, "I will make sure you feel really nice."

Being called little bro made me feel really young and vulnerable, which made me happy.

"Did you have a nice chat with Dan today."

"Yes, it was lovely," I said.

"Are you looking forward to spending the evening with him while we are at the circus," asked Billy, obviously really happy that it was going to happen.

"Yes, very much," I said.

"Do you still want to see me cum," asked Billy, "I don't mind if you don't."

"Yes," I said, "I still want to as I think it will help me enjoy my time with Dan more."

"I think you are right," said Billy.

He put his arms around me and kissed me on the neck. He rubbed his hands up and down me and slipped his hands inside my pull-up and gently rubbed my bottom; I started to feel much more relaxed. Billy eased my pull-ups down and they fell to my ankles. Billy went down on his knees and licked my willy and then gently sucked on it until it was fully erect, I was feeling really good.

Billy stood up and dropped his pull-ups, "Do the same to me he instructed."

I got on my knees and tentatively licked Billy's already stiff willy, I put my hands round and held on to Billy's bottom and then, for the first time, I put a willy into my mouth. I just sucked it for a bit ,but then I started to move up down the shaft, I really enjoyed it.

"Lets lie on the bed," said Billy. He lay down and manoeuvred me on top of him, with my face over his willy and balls; I was really enjoying him telling me what to do. "This is called 69," he told me, "and we suck each other's willies at the same time. Ok, put my willy in your mouth and suck like before."

He then put his hands on my bottom and pulled me down until all of my willy was in his mouth. "Now copy what I do," he said, "don't worry if you don't feel like you will cum, just enjoy the feelings." Billy had decided that he wanted Dan to give Paul his first cum so wasn't going to let him, even if Paul could have one.

I was now bobbing up and down and copying Billy, gently rubbing his balls.

"That's it," said Billy, "you are doing really well, its lovely." He spread his legs and brought his feet up to his bottom. He took hold of my hand and moved it down, "Use your finger on my hole," he told me.

It reminded me of what Dan did on the beach and my willy went a bit harder. I did what Billy told me and Billy was really panting, "That's it, keep going," he said, "Suck harder and push your finger in." I did and Billy started groaning. After a bit he lifted his bum off the bed and went stiff, and I saw what having a cum looked like. Once Billy had come down, he turned me around and hugged me.

"What did you think?" he asked me.

"Amazing, you looked like you were being electrified"

"Yes that's what its like," he said," I hope you have one with Dan tomorrow. I want you to have your first with him as you have both loved each other for so long. Did you enjoy sucking my willy?" he asked.

"Yes, it was good," I told him.

"Ok," said Billy, "I am going to do something else now. You just be my little bro and I will be in charge; it should feel great but let me know if it hurts."

I was a bit scared; he turned me on to my back and started kissing me and gently rubbing up and down the insides of the top of my legs. It was really nice, so I spread them out. Billy moved his hand higher and he rubbed his finger up and down from my balls to my little boy hole. I was squirming, groaning and my willy was stiff.

Billy grabbed a little plastic bottle and squirted some cold slimy stuff under my balls. He rubbed it around and went up and down my bum crack, it was lovely and I was dribbling. Billy then just held his finger on my little hole and just kept moving his finger round and round. He put his left arm under my neck and pulled me to him and held me tightly. He kept going round with his finger, it felt brilliant and my willy went really hard. I spread my legs as far as they would go to let Billy do what he wanted, but then he tried to put the tip of his finger up my bottom, but it hurt and I let out a little yelp.

"Sorry little bro," he said, "its really tight, I have got something that Tom gave me."

Billy reached around and had this little silver thing. He put some of the slimy stuff on it, he pressed it and it started to hum. He put the tip against my hole, it was fantastic, I couldn't help writhing around, it was making my whole body tremble. Billy held it there and then I could feel my bottom hole getting less tight.

He gently pushed and it slid right into my bottom. My toes curled up and my willy was twitching madly and was hard as rock. Billy started to move the humming thing in and out, it was making me feel really funny. I started to lick Billy's neck and moved my hand down as I wanted to wank Billy's stiff willy. Billy moved me and put me on top of him, I saw him squirt some of the slimy stuff on his willy and on the silver thing and he started to move it in and out of my bottom deeper and faster.

It was amazing, when Billy pushed it in, I pushed my bottom down. I wanted it in more, but Billy pulled it out and pressed his very hard willy against my bum hole instead. I wanted it to go in and I pushed down, it was stinging and Billy was pushing up and then it slipped in.

All of a sudden I could feel his hairless balls and my hairless bottom touching, his willy was completely inside me! Billy started moving it in and out; I wanted it harder so I pushed down as he pushed up, it was the best feeling ever. My willy was the biggest I had ever seen it and was so hard I just had to rub it. I leaned backwards and wrapped my finger and thumb round it like Billy did the other night. Billy was looking at me and had stopped moving in and out of my bottom with his willy, just kept it pushed in.

He squirted some of the slimy stuff on my willy and hand, then I just knew what to do and started wanking my willy with my slimy hand. My legs started to tremble and my tummy was twisting, my mouth was wide open and spit was coming out. I started wanking faster and then I just felt like a massive firework set off inside me and all my muscles went stiff. I did 3 hard wanks and I just collapsed on top of Billy. I was panting harder than when I ran all the way home from school. Billy quickly rolled us over, so he was on top but managed to keep his willy inside me.

"Paul," he said, "I want to shag you hard now," and he started thrusting it in as far as he could and then pulling it nearly all the way out, it was making my bum hole quiver. I wanted to finger his hole like Dan did to me on the beach. I reached down and put my finger on to Billy's hole, it slipped in really easily, he went crazy and his thrusting got really fast and then he went stiff, throwing his head back with spit drooling from his mouth and he collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my legs around Billy, he was completely limp. We lay there for 5 minutes until I told Billy he was squishing me.

Billy rolled off me; looked at me and said, "You weren't supposed to have your first cum until tomorrow."

"I couldn't help it, my willy was just begging to be wanked and for some reason I just knew what to do."

"That's fine little bro, you looked awesome when you came."

"Thanks Billy and for showing me how. I think Dan and I will have great time tomorrow."

Billy put the lube and the vibrator under his pillow. They both put their pull-ups back on and wrapped themselves together. As they came down, became drowsy and their willies became soft, they both filled their pull-ups with hot wee and felt it run down their hairless bottoms. They both went to sleep as very contented little boys.

Chapter 10

The morning sun woke Billy first, and he quickly checked under the pillow and was relieved that the lube and the vibrator had gone. He looked at Paul, who was still sound asleep and sucking his thumb. Billy thought it was lovely to be in bed with a younger boy. Well, a boy who seemed younger, and he had loved shagging him, but it was not as good as being with Tom. He put his hand into his wet pull-up and fingered his hole; it felt nice and tight again, perhaps it was time that he told Mom he could look after his own bottom.

The bedroom door opened very quietly; it was Tom. Billy pointed with his finger that Paul was still asleep, so Tom, not speaking, lifted Billy out of bed, and they quietly left the room and went into Tom's.

"How did last night go," asked Tom.

"Too well," said Billy, "Paul had a cum, a massive one; Dan will be cross with me," he added with a concerned look.

"Of course he won't," said Tom, "that's brilliant; how did it happen?"

"He was straddling me," explained Billy. "I was shagging him and he just leaned back and started wanking like he had been doing it for ages."

"It's because he has got a good teacher; did any spunk come out," Tom asked.

"Course not," Billy said, "he's only 10!"

"Oh crikey, so he is, how did you enjoy being inside him," said Tom quickly.

"Great, when I get older, I am going to do it to you; I hope I won't be too big for you," said Billy.

"Let's hope not," said Tom and they both laughed.

"Fancy a quickie now?"

"Yes," said Billy, "but don't shag me. Mom noticed that my hole looked sore yesterday, and she is bound to check again today."

"Crikey, we need to be careful then," said Tom worriedly, "let me have a look."

He put Billy on the bed and took his soggy pull-up off. He just stopped for a moment to feast his eyes on the gorgeous little naked boy, saying how sexy he is. He knelt and spread Billy's legs; he was damp with wee, which Tom took a long sniff of, he couldn't resist going down and sucking Billy's soft willy and balls into his mouth and rolling them round with his tongue. Billy was squirming, and his toes were curling. Despite them both loving it, Billy wasn't getting stiff, so Tom released him and took a close look at his boy hole. It seemed ok, but gave it a good tonguing just in case.

Tom pulled away and asked, "What do you want to do then?"

"That was awesome," panted Billy, "but I had five cums yesterday, so I think my willy is too tired. I will lie on my front, and you can do my feet."

Billy lay on his front on the bed with his feet in the air. Tom stood over them and started rubbing the soft pink soles over his balls and up and down his cock, nothing felt like boy's feet. He also had a wonderful view of Billy's little bottom, so his cock quickly got rock hard. He held both feet with one hand, rubbing his shiny knob up and down them and wanked with the other, he quickly shot three spurts of thick cum all over them. He recovered and gently wiped it all off with a tissue.

He picked Billy up who smiled and asked, "Did you enjoy that, I don't get why you like my feet so much, I don't want to go anywhere near yours."

Tom laughed, "Have a lick of Paul's sometimes, you might feel different," and they had a loving snog.

"You will have to put your pull-up back on." Billy grimaced but understood why; they went back to the boys' room, and Tom slipped Billy back into bed, just as Paul was starting to rouse. Tom said, "I will come and sort you both out in 10 minutes."

"Ok, bro," said Billy, "love you."

***

Paul opened his eyes and looked at Billy. He knew his life had changed forever last night; he had discovered the joy of wanking and knew that he would be doing it as often as he could. Would that mean he wouldn't want to be ten years old any more, not enjoy Aunty wiping his bottom and want to stop wearing pull-ups? He had loved having Billy's willy inside him, what would that mean. Tears started to roll down his cheeks.

"You Ok little bro," asked Billy, not understanding why he was crying.

"Not sure," replied Paul, "I think its all a bit too much; can I have a hug."

Billy wrapped his arms around him and gently kissed him. It made Paul feel much better, and Tom and Dan soon came in and whispered, "Are you two still at it!" making the boys giggle, "Come on, let's get you sorted out, Mom is making pancakes for breakfast."

"Yay," they both shouted excitedly in their cute high voices. Tom picked up Billy, and Dan picked up Paul.

"Did you have a nice time last night," Dan whispered.

"Brilliant thanks, I had my first cum, are you cross," said Paul, worried that Dan wanted to give him his first one.

"You had a cum, you clever boy, of course I'm not cross, I bet it was great," said Dan with a big smile.

"It was," said a relieved Paul, "but I can't wait to get you on my own and have one with you," he said in a cute little voice.

In the living room, the twins laid Billy and me on towels. Dan took my pull-up off and gave me a wipe all over. He put some Vaseline on my soft willy and made the purple knob pop out; it hardly stung at all. He put me in a clean top but didn't bother with any pants or shorts. He picked me up and carried me into the kitchen.

"Hello, lovely, who looks cute with his bare bottom on show," said Aunty. She gave both of my little feet a rub, I giggled. Dan plonked me down on the kitchen chair, and my feet dangled above the floor, I ate four pancakes and managed to get golden syrup all over my hands and face.

"What a messy boy," said Aunty, smiling as she attacked me with at least two wet wipes. When she was done, she picked me up and said, "Come on, time for a poo."

I looked down and could see my hairless little willy and soft bare legs. I wrapped the legs around Aunty and flopped my head on her shoulder. I felt every bit a cute little boy. My little panic this morning was over and thought I reckon I can enjoy being 10 for a while longer yet. We got into the bathroom and she plonked me on the toilet, she smiled seeing that my feet didn't touch the floor and held on to the seat as if I might slip in. She closed the bathroom door.

"We haven't had a chance for a little chat since we were in the garden the other day, is being ten everything you imagined?"

"Aunty, I love it," I said, "I am having the best time ever; I am just the happiest boy there is."

"Would you change anything," asked Aunty.

"No way," I said, "it's better than I even thought it could be."

"How about agreeing to be spanked if you were naughty," said Aunty smiling.

Paul giggled, "Well, I hope I don't get another one, but I think that is part of being a boy, being naughty, then getting spanked for it, but then it is over and done with."

"That's lovely," said Aunty, "well, I think you are a gorgeous little boy and we are all so happy you came with us." I started to well-up, and she leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Anyway, have you pood?" she asked. I spread my legs and looked in between them.

"Yes, Aunty, a right whopper."

She laughed, "You are cute. Stand up then," and she gave me a good wiping front and back.

"Ok, you can go," she said, and gently smacked my soft bottom on my way out, which made me giggle again and feeling like a little 10-year old through and through.

***

There was a cool breeze blowing, so they all put on warm tops; the boys even kept their shorts on, and they went for a long saunter along the seashore. Billy was very excited about the circus and kept asking when it was time to go. When Paul wasn't playing with Billy, he was either holding Dan's hand or sat on his shoulders. At one point, they had all spread out doing different things and Paul and Dan could chat.

"Are you still looking forward to tonight?" asked Dan.

"I can't wait," I said, "Billy was brilliant last night; I think we will have much more fun, now that I know, are you still?"

"Paul, I have waited for this day for what seems like forever; I am so excited to be spending the evening with you. One question," said Dan, "are you going to be ten tonight?"

"Why," I said, "have not given it a thought."

"Well, you know now that I loved you before, but do treat you differently now that you are 10. I am happy with whatever you want." Paul thought deeply.

"I think that this might be my last few weeks as a ten-year-old and when we get home, I will have to be 15, whether I like it or not. I love being 10 with you, and as I was 10 when we discovered our love for each other, I would like to be ten tonight."

Dan picked him up and hugged him, "That is a lovely thing to say, so ten it is, and I won't mention it again for the rest of the holiday."

"Oh good, nor me," I said, feeling happy. They were hugging, enjoying the moment when Billy bounded up to them and told Paul to come and see the jellyfish. Paul raced to catch up to him.

Ken and Cath caught up with Dan. "You Ok, love," asked Cath.

"Yes, thanks Mom, very happy. I am having a lovely holiday."

"We thought you might be getting overwhelmed with Paul's infatuation with you," said his Mom in a concerned tone.

"No," Dan replied, "not at all; isn't he the most lovely lad you could meet. Remember, I have known him for a long time, particularly since we have been at the senior school. I know how tortured he has been for the last few years, hiding his difficulties behind that cute smiley face. I am so pleased that what we have done has made him so happy, so I don't mind how much he wants to cling on to me while he is enjoying being a little lad–it's only for a few short weeks."

His Mom had to wipe her eyes, "That's so lovely."

"Don't be silly, Mom," said Dan, hugging her, "Anyway, it was your idea. Tom and I would never have thought in a million years of letting him be a ten-year-old for the holiday."

"No, I suppose not," she said, "but you, Tom and Billy have made it real for him." They all had a hug. "So your still Ok for tonight?"

"Yes, no problem," said Dan.

"What do you think he will want to do?"

"I think a fair guess, and he will want to sit on my knee, cuddle, watch TV and share some snacks."

"Yes," said his Mom, "I guess that will be exactly what he will want. We had a thought, we won't get back until well after his bedtime. He will be scared in that room on his own, and anyway, he would get woken up by Billy, who no doubt will be as high as a kite. I will understand if you don't fancy it, but it might work better if you sleep with Paul, just for tonight, and Billy has your room."

Dan exhaled, "I think I might feel a bit odd with a 10-year-old in a pull-up draped over me all night, but it's only for one night, so yes, I think its a good idea."

"You are such a lovely guy," said his Mom, "but I am sure Paul appreciates it. I will put stuff for Billy in your room before we go, but I won't tell him until we are out. You can just tell Paul once we have gone. Ok, that's a plan then. Anyway, we ought to think about setting back."

Dan could not believe his luck, a whole evening of nakedness with the boy of his dreams, then a night of him cutely sleeping on him in his pull-ups.

***

They got fish and chips from the van, which came once a week. "Best bit of fish I have had for years," said Ken, rubbing his last chip around his plate to gather the last dribs of mushy peas.

"Ok, Billy," said his Mom, "We need to get you sorted out."

He charged upstairs and got so excited, his Mom pulled his shorts down and gave him a hard smack on his bare bottom to get him to calm down.

"Have I got your attention now, Billy Moorcroft."

"Yes, Mom," he said sniveling.

They all piled out into the car; Dan and Paul waved them off. Dan closed the door and an expectant silence becalmed the house. Paul, wearing a t-shirt and his beach shorts, put his arms around Dan.

"Wow, I'm so excited I am trembling."

"Me too," said Dan. "Let me tell you a couple of things first. Mom said as its such a chilly night, we can use the log burner."

"Cool," said Paul, "I love watching a fire."

"But the best thing is that Mom said you would be scared sleeping in that room without Billy, so Billy is using my room tonight, and I am going to share with you."

Paul leaped in the air, shouting, "This holiday gets better and better."

"I thought you would be pleased; come on, let's go and get the log burner going."

The log burner was crackling away, and Dan had moved the big settee in front of it and Paul was sat on Dan's knee, just loving being in his arms, and Dan was loving holding him.

"Dan," Paul said in his little voice, "I'm so happy; I love you so much, and I want to make you the most turned on you have ever been."

"I want to do the same for you," said Dan, "and I am sure we will."

"I don't know much about these things, only what I have learned from Billy, so can we talk about what we are going to do."

"Ok, that sounds nice and will turn us on, though I am already. I think we should learn how to snog each other first, – I am dying to taste you. I want to feel you all over and get you naked. I am going to massage your feet, suck your toes, kiss you all over, play with your willy and balls and feel your bottom. If you want to do more after that, we will do it."

Paul was breathing hard, "That sounds delicious. Can I say a couple of things?"

"Of course you can, whatever you want."

"Well, firstly, I am dying to get you naked as well, as I can't wait to have a proper feel of your muscles, and I want you to pick me up as you do on the beach, but then do things with my body."

"Sounds fantastic," said Dan.

"You might think this one is a bit weird."

"Don't worry," said Dan, "just get it off your chest."

"Well, as we agreed I am 10, I want to be wearing a pull-up when we start."

"That sounds sexy," said Dan, "but on one condition, you can't wet it until I say.'

"Ok, I won't."

"Have you got that slimy stuff and that little thing that vibrates?"

'Yes, Tom gave it to me; Billy had told him you liked it."

'That's good, I sure did. Finally, I am scared of something."

'Oh no, I don't want you to be scared of anything," said Dan, "so tell me what it is."

"Well, it's your willy. I have only seen two willies that were hard and the biggest one of them is Billy's. I imagine yours is really big."

Dan hugged him, "Yes, it is certainly bigger than Billy's, but we have got all night, and you can take your time to get used to it; you can be in charge of it."

"Ok, said Paul, "I feel better about it now. Right, I've had enough of this chatting; I am going to put my pull-up on, and then you better be ready!"

Dan laughed, "Go on then; I can't wait to get hold of you."

Dan got down on to the rug in front of the fire and sat against the settee; his cock was rock hard already. he thought to himself, he has only sat on my knee and used his little voice on me and I can hardly breathe already.

***

Paul came back into the room; Dan's heart missed a beat. He was in a t-shirt that came down about 6 inches [15cm] past his bottom, and it showed the outline of his pull-up. It highlighted his cute hairless legs and his delicious little feet.

"Paul," Dan said with a bit of a pant, "that is the second most wonderful view my eyes have ever seen."

"What's the first one then?" said Paul, a little crestfallen.

"You, with no clothes on!"

Paul gave a massive smile and scampered over and sat between Dan's legs. Dan moved him round a little, and he put his tongue out and gently used the tip to flicker against Paul's lips. It reminded Paul of Aunty's nipple and again, his mouth just seemed to open on its own. Dan pressed Paul to him and moved his hand to the back of his head as they kissed. Paul understood and opened his mouth and put his tongue against Dan's, slowly but surely they locked into a deep loving snog.

Dan moved his hand over Paul's shirt and started to pull it higher. He went underneath and rubbed up and down Paul's belly and chest; Paul was starting to pant and broke away from the snog. Dan put both hands under the shirt– he fingered both nipples. Paul gasped and pushed his head back into Dan's shoulder; the shirt was pulled up over Paul's head and flung onto the settee.

Dan soaked up the sexy little body just in a pull-up between his legs and rubbed his hands all over. Paul turned round and grabbed Dan's t-shirt and pulled it up and off. He used his little hands to feel all over his chest and belly. He used both hands to go up and down Dan's arms; he was damp with sweat, and the flickering fire was reflecting on his skin. He looked Dan straight in the eye and started to undo the clasp on his shorts. He pulled and yanked; Dan lifted his bottom and he was just in his Calvin Klein jockey shorts–his erect cock was fully defined. Paul stopped; Dan sensed his shock.

"Don't worry," he whispered, "I won't hurt you with it."

"I know," said Paul, "but it looks massive."

"It's you," said Dan, "you are so sexy." Dan picked Paul up and sat him down between his legs again.

"My willy's gone soft," said Paul.

Dan laughed, "Not for long, you gorgeous little boy, is that pull-up still dry?"

Paul nodded, "I could do with a wee."

"Lovely, hang on."

He lifted his bottom and moved him down towards his feet; Paul's head was resting against Dan's belly. Dan ripped each side of the pull-up and pushed the front down to the floor; he pulled his knees up and out. Paul's little soft hairless pink willy was fully exposed.

"I have been waiting for this moment since you were playing Lego with Billy."

"Have you?"

"Yes, I already couldn't wait to see you in your pull-ups, but when I found out you have a little willy and no hairs, I just dreamed of watching you wee. It's not just you who likes you being 10."

Dan started to rub at the bottom of Paul's belly and up and down the inside of his thighs. Dan pressed harder, just above his willy. Paul let out a cute gasp and he started to wee into the open pull-up–Dan' cock was pumping. He rubbed his hand all round Paul's hairless groin and the wee flowed out of the limp willy, the flow reduced. Dan took hold of the willy with his finger and thumb, gently retracted the foreskin, and they both watched the final, fine squirts coming out of the purple knob.

"I don't know why, but that was awesome," said Paul.

"Yes, it was, and looked so cute," said Dan.

He sat back on the settee and picked up the now naked Paul and placed him so that his bottom was on his hard cock. He lifted Paul's legs and put his soft little feet on top of his knees. He looked over Paul's shoulder and down his smooth body and just ogled the little flaccid hairless willy, sitting on top of the tight crinkly nut sac. Paul was absent-mindedly lifting his toes and spreading and wiggling them.

"Paul," he said, "you are so gorgeous and perfect, I can't believe I have got you sat naked on my knee."

"Am I turning you on?" Paul asked sweetly.

"I didn't think it was possible to get so turned on,'' said Dan breathlessly, and he started to gently feel all over Paul's body, with his cock twitching and oozing pre-cum.

He used all his hand to fondle all around the hairless groin, balls and willy–it was beyond his dreams. He could have done it for hours, but took hold of the one and a half-inch willy with his finger and thumb and gently wanked it. He could see Paul's feet re-acting to the sensations, wiggling and scrunching. The willy stiffened to 3 inches, [7cm] Paul was pushing in time to Dan's wanking.

"It's brilliant," gasped Paul, "do it faster."

Dan increased the tempo and then eased the foreskin down to reveal the shiny purple knob. Dan picked Paul up, turned him around and got him to stand on the settee and straddle his legs until his retracted willy was inches from his face. Dan sucked it into his mouth.

Paul's knees buckled, but Dan gripped his bottom to hold him in, he rolled his tongue round and round the purple head, and the willy became like steel. He moved his lips up and down the shaft; he could feel Paul's' legs trembling. Paul threw his head back; he was groaning, almost screaming and then bang, his whole body just spasmed. Dan had his arms wrapped round the little body to keep the willy in his mouth. Paul went limp and just slumped down into Dan's arms; he held on to him tightly just in awe of his beautiful little lover.

Dan was worried that Paul had passed out, but then Paul said wanly, "That was like thunder and lightning going through my whole body."

Dan brought his mouth to his and kissed him passionately. Paul came round quickly and went back to Dan's pants. Dan was even harder than before. Paul rubbed his hand up and down the cloth-covered cock. He pulled the front and peered in.

"I can see why older boys stop calling them willy's," he said.

"What do you mean?" asked Dan.

"Well, it just doesn't seem right to call it a willy, cock is a much better word for it!"

Dan laughed, "I can see your point." He thought he wouldn't say that his cock was only about average at 6 inches.

"I can't believe it's so big," said Paul; he still felt a bit scared of it. "I want to see it properly," and grabbed the waistband of Dan's pants and pulled them all the way down in one go.

"Lye on the floor, I want a good look," instructed Paul.

Dan lay on the carpet and spread his legs, for once his cock and balls were fully on show. Paul kneeled between his legs. He was not only amazed by the cock; he couldn't believe how hairy everything was and how big Dan's balls were. He gently weighed them and tentatively started to examine his cock. Dan was enjoying watching him and having his little hands feeling him. His cock was rock hard and oozing pre-cum.

"Is that cum?" asked Paul.

"No," said Dan, "cum is thick and white and shoots out."

"Are you ready to cum now?" Paul asked.

"I reckon so," said Dan, and Paul started to rub up and down as Dan had done to him, and Dan's large head soon appeared. Paul took a deep breath and opened his mouth wide and put the knob in his mouth; Dan couldn't believe it.

"Oh god, Paul, that's amazing."

Paul started fingering under Dan's balls and gave his cock a good wanking. Dan was soon shouting, "Wank harder, yes, that's it!"

Then shouted at Paul to stop sucking, just as two huge gobs of spunk flew out, just missing Paul's cute, but bright red face; another spurt landed on Dan's belly, and finally, the last convulsion just flowed down over Paul's hand. Dan grabbed him by the armpits and pulled up his body and held him as if he would never let go.

After a good few minutes, they looked at each other and kissed on the lips; they were both sticky with sweat and spunk.

"Wow, so that is spunk then," said Paul, "what's sperm then?"

"Those are the things that swim around in the spunk and make babies if you have sex with a girl," he explained.

"Well, I can't see them, I thought they look like tadpoles?" I replied, perplexed.

Dan laughed, "You are innocent, they are tiny."

"Does that much always come out."

"No, that was my biggest one ever, you were brilliant!"

"Was I, I wouldn't have known what to do a week ago."

"Well. it looks like you do now."

Paul giggled; he looked at his hand, grimacing. There was spunk between his fingers, "I think I need a wet wipe."

"Don't worry; I'll sort you out." Dan got the wipes and gently and lovingly wiped his gorgeous little boy until all the sticky mess was gone. He picked him up and Paul wrapped his smooth legs around Dan's firm waist.

"This is the best time ever," said Paul, "have we got time to keep playing?"

"Yes, plenty," said Dan, "but let's have a breather and a drink."

***

Paul wouldn't let go, so Dan had to go to the kitchen and make the drinks with him still wrapped around him. His little body was turning him on again already.

Dan re-stoked the log burner and they sat naked on the settee. Paul's willy had gone soft and he was looking cute as ever. Dan still couldn't believe he was naked in his arms, but he knew where he was going next; those soft little feet were going to be licked and sucked mercilessly.

"Dan, do you know that last night Billy shagged me."

"Did he, I know he wanted to but wasn't sure you would like it. I hope he didn't hurt you."

"Only a bit, when he first pushed it in, after that I loved it. I know your willy is much bigger, but can we try later?"

"If you want, but I am really worried that I will hurt you."

"I know, but if you really play with my hole, it might be Ok."

"Why are you so keen to do that?"

"I just think it will be making love properly, you inside me and me wrapped around you; we will be sort of properly bonded."

You come out with some lovely things; of course, we can try, but don't be upset if you can't take it, there will be plenty of other times. But first, what have I wanted to do ever since I carried you in the Lake District?"

"Dunno."

"What did you rub up and down my body?"

"Oh, my feet!"

"Yes, and now I am going to lick and suck them until your willy is the hardest its ever been!"

"Get on with it then!"

"You cheeky boy," and whipped him over his knee and gave him six light spanks, which had Paul laughing and screaming.

"Do you want me to do it harder?" Dan was amazed when he said yes, so he gave him four slightly harder ones. Paul had gone quiet now but was panting.

"Do it again, but quite hard." Dan did, and Paul was grunting, his bottom was quite red.

"That's enough," Paul said breathlessly, "it was lovely. Do my feet now," his willy was already stiff. Dan rubbed the little, hot, red bottom.

"You are full of surprises," he said, "I thought you had never been spanked until Mom did it at the waterpark?"

"I hadn't!"

"Do you think she has got you into it then?"

"Don't think so; her smacks are really hard, that's why I cry."

"Well, I suppose she isn't thinking about turning you on."

"I hope not!" said Paul.

They both laughed. Dan was still rubbing his bottom, but his finger was now circling the little hole. He reached down and found the lube; he squirted a good glob and rubbed it up and down Paul's bum crack and balls. He moved his finger back to the little hole and gently pushed, Paul was squirming and groaning but pushing back onto the finger.

Dan was soon in up to his second knuckle, he saw his soft feet curling and flexing, reminding him of how much he wanted to get hold of them. He pushed his finger all the way in; Paul let out a long high pitched yelp. Dan quickly withdrew his finger and sat Paul in his lap, "I'm sorry, did that hurt?"

"A little bit," said Paul, with his eyes scrunched shut.

Dan put his arms round him and kissed Paul on his cheek. Dan thought there is no way he will be able to take my cock; I'm not even going to try.

Paul opened his eyes, "Are you going to do my feet or what."

"Someone is getting bossy; right, I will have you squirming in a minute."

***

He lay Paul down on the carpet and sat down with Paul facing him, between his spread legs. He took hold of his smooth hairless ankles and gently dragged him until his soft bottom was pressed against his hairy scrotum. The backs of Paul's legs were resting against his belly and chest, it felt just awesome and the perfect little feet were either side of his head.

He took hold of the right foot and moved it so that he could have a close look. There was not a blemish; Dan had wanted this moment for so long. He stroked the top; it was like silk. He pressed the base of the toes to his nostrils and inhaled deeply, licked from the heel to the top of the toes and slavered over the base of them. He then spread them out and sucked the big toe into his mouth, he sucked and rolled his tongue around it and then bobbed up and down.

Paul had slightly arched his back, enjoying the sensations. Dan then started to lick between each toe, separating them as he went, his own cock was dribbling pre-cum, Paul's was twitching. He opened his mouth wide and went down, taking in at least half of the foot, until the toes were at his throat. He sucked licked and slobbered until Paul pulled it away with a groan, "Do the other one."

Dan was happy to oblige. Once that foot was completely licked and sucked, Dan took hold of Paul by the waist and pulled him upwards until his bottom was under his chin. He spread the soft cheeks so that Paul's little, pink, puckered, hole was fully exposed. He placed the tip of his tongue against it, which caused Paul to gasp; he let his knees drop to spread his bum cheeks even wider.

Dan started to flick his tongue over the hairless anus and then, using his whole tongue, licked and pressed against the little opening. Paul was writhing and groaning; his toes and feet were scrunched almost into fists. Dan then pushed the tip of his tongue in making Paul grasp and clench Dan's waist. Dan pushed a little harder, but Paul groaned no, so he stopped, not wanting to hurt him.

Paul said, "Sorry," in-between gasps, "it was too much."

By now, though, Dan's cock was steel hard and dripping pre-cum. He stood up and wrapped the two, soft, slimy feet around his cock and started to shag them. He squeezed the soft soles together, rubbing his cock rapidly in between–he had never felt anything like it.

He threw his head back and his eyes were rolling, and with two final thrusts, he screamed, "Yessss," as an arch of spunk shot out of his cock and splashed all over Paul's neck and face. Dan just sank to his knees, exhausted.

After a couple of minutes, Paul said in a little voice, "Can you wipe me now?"

Dan opened his eyes; there was his gorgeous little boy with spunk running down the sides of his face. Dan quickly grabbed some wipes and got it all off him, "Sorry my cutey; I couldn't help myself."

"That was just awesome to watch," Paul said, "but are you going to do something with my willy? Its been stiff for ages."

Dan bent down, picked him up and lifted him facing backwards onto his shoulders, he took his willy into his mouth and started sucking vigorously. Paul grabbed Dan's head and used it to help him thrust in and out, he wrapped his feet around and Dan held them firm; Paul was locked in the embrace and was screaming out high pitched yesses. He went rigid, forcing his willy as far as it would go and then bucked and spasmed, he was spent.

Dan lay him on the settee; Paul was panting, sweaty but with a smile from ear to ear. "I will never forget this night."

"Nor will I," said Dan. He looked at the time, they had been at it for nearly two hours, but the rest wouldn't be back for another two hours yet.

***

Dan fetched drinks and chocolate from the kitchen and they sat on the settee just chatting about what a wonderful night they were having. "What has been your best bit," asked Paul.

"Your feet, even though I have thought about them every day for months, it was beyond my wildest dreams."

"Yes, I gathered," giggled Paul, "you don't want yours done, do you?"

"Don't think so, why?"

Paul just said, "GROSS, I loved you doing mine, but the thought of sucking your big toe, yeeuk," like a little lad talking about cabbage.

Dan laughed, "Don't worry, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't make you. What was your best bit," asked Dan.

"Being on your shoulders, I loved it the normal way round on the beach, but that was so good. We will have to make sure we don't get mixed up when we are out," Paul said, giggling.

"Can I say something," said Dan. Paul nodded, a little concerned. "About us shagging tonight, I just think we shouldn't."

"Oh, why," said Paul, "I really want to."

"I know you do, and your reasons why are lovely, but your little boy hole is so soft and tender, I am really frightened that I might hurt it, even rip it." Paul pulled a worried face.

"Don't Tom and Billy do it?"

"Yes, but it took a long time to get there, and Tom worries that he will hurt Billy all the time, though he says Billy does love it. So, I think that is what we should do is wait and when it happens, I won't be worried and you will enjoy it."

"OK," said Paul, in a slightly sad, disappointed way, "I understand."

"Do you fancy shagging me, though," said Dan, "that will be us making love and being properly bonded."

"I hadn't thought of that," he said with a glint in his eye, "is my willy big enough though, is it long enough to get passed your big bum cheeks and reach your hole?"

"My bum cheeks aren't big, you cheeky boy, and grabbed his belly and gave him a big tickle; Paul writhed around, laughing and squealing.

"Stop, I don't like it."

"I am sure we will manage," leaning over and kissing him on the lips.

Paul climbed into Dan's lap and pulled Dan's arms around him. "You haven't played with my willy and balls enough."

"Sorry, I'm sure! I have never known you to be so assertive; you were too scared to pay for a bucket and spade yesterday."

Paul giggled, "I still will be, but this is different," grabbing Dan's hand and putting it on his groin.

***

Dan remembered how he felt when he saw the little 14 years old he had secretly lusted after for months, naked for the first time in the playroom. He never in his wildest dreams thought that such a short time later, the little boy would be grabbing his hand, wanting him to play with his willy and balls.

Dan caressed his fingers all over them; they were so soft, smooth and the most wonderful thing he had ever touched. He felt under the little balls, and then circled all around them. With just his finger and thumb, he then took hold of the soft little willy. He didn't retract the skin as he wanted to enjoy it as he remembered it, cute and sweet. He moved his other hand down and with the back of his hand, stroked the silky inner thighs. Paul's toes were tightly curled, and he was starting to push his willy into the finger and thumb. Dan gently rubbed and Paul was hard again, he turned round, knelt on Dan's thighs, put his arms around his neck and gave him a long snog.

Dan's hands slipped around and rubbed and squeezed Paul's bottom. He reached under the settee and squeezed lube onto his fingers and the little vibrator. He used his finger and thumb to rub up and down Paul's stiff willy and gently retracted the foreskin and lubed up the purple knob.

Paul was watching and thought his willy looked much bigger than only a few days ago. Dan reached round with the vibrator and gently pressed it against Paul's soft hole, Paul groaned and pushed toward it; it slowly slipped all the way in. Dan slid down the settee and lifted Paul up and lay him on top of him.

Paul's purple knob was touching Dan's anus, "In you go, you gorgeous little boy," and Paul pushed and it slipped easily in; Dan held Paul's bottom and they slowly made love.

After a few minutes of pure joy, Dan let Paul go and he increased his thrusting, the vibrator was making his little sphincter throb, then when he couldn't last any longer, he gripped Dan as if his life depended on it, and his body spasmed and then flopped limply, completely drained. He fell asleep at once. Dan gently extracted the vibrator and just had a quick feel of Paul's little hole; that would be something to look forward to another day.

Dan looked at the clock and they would all be back in an hour. "Come on, Paul, let's go for a quick shower and then bed."

"Ok," he said drowsily, "will you carry me."

"Of course I will, let me just tidy up."

Dan ensured that there was no evidence of the long night of passion, even giving a quick squirt of air freshener as he thought it must stink of sweat and spunk. He gathered up their clothes, Paul's ripped wet pull-up, and then Paul himself and went up stairs.

Paul just held on to him in the shower, so Dan soaped them both down as best he could. He felt Paul wee all down him, but thought that it was so cute he didn't mind. He carried Paul into the bedroom, dried him off, rubbed some talc into his willy and bottom and slipped on a fresh pull-up.

Dan pulled on his pajama bottoms and flicked the light and carried his beautiful boy into bed with him. Paul wriggled and spread himself all over Dan, started sucking his thumb and somehow sighed with a cute little smile on his face. Dan looked at the boy he had dreamed about for months, perhaps he was in a dream now, he hoped it would last forever. Within a minute he was sparked out himself until the sun woke him in the morning, Paul hadn't moved a muscle.

***

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"You decent?" asked Mom; Dan had to contain a big laugh.

"Yes, sure," he whispered. His Mom crept in, she just stopped and put her hands together at the sight of Paul with his thumb in his mouth and tousled sun-bleached blond hair draped across Dan's defined chest.

"Oh my, isn't he just gorgeous!" she whispered.

"He sure is," said Dan, "he has not moved since he went to sleep. Did you have a nice night?"

"Yes," said his Mom, "it was a great circus; Billy loved it. How about you two?"

"Very nice," said Dan, "I enjoy his company, even though he's so young and sweet."

"I bet Paul loved it."

"I think he did; it must be the longest cuddle on record. I will let him wake up in his own time and come down then."

"Ok love, we are going to have a lazy morning anyway. I will instruct Billy not to disturb you."

"That will be good; cheers. Mom, see you in a bit." She closed the door.

***

Dan was loving having Paul's body all over him, his cute smell and gentle little breathing. What a night, he still couldn't get over how confident Paul was, nothing like he usually is. He wasn't complaining though; he didn't want to think about where this could all go, he was determined to enjoy the moment; he reckoned that most people never had it this good, ever.

Paul eventually started to stir and his thumb popped out of his mouth. It took him a little while to get his bearings, rubbed his hand over the defined chest he was lying on and looked up at his most favorite person in the whole world.

"Hello, my favorite sexy little boy," said Dan, "did you have a nice sleep?" he said gently.

Paul thought for a moment, still looking like he didn't quite know where he was. "I think I have gone to heaven," he said, "all I wanted a few weeks ago was to be a little boy, then I find out the person I love most in the world loves me too and here I am, ten years old in my pull-up, lying on his body after the best night of my life–I am definitely in heaven."

"Me too," said Dan, "let's enjoy every minute."

"I need to wee, but I don't want to move."

Dan felt inside his pull-up; it was dry. He pressed just above Paul's willy like he did last night, Paul's body relaxed as his bladder emptied.

"That was nice," said Paul, as he pulled a bit of a naughty face. He slipped his hand inside Dan's pajamas and held the big soft cock, "Shall I make something come out of this?"

"You are a naughty, rude boy, no," said Dan, pretending not at all convincingly to be cross.

"If you weren't so noisy, I would spank your little bottom." Paul giggled. "Come on, I will sort you out, and if you are good, I will carry you down for breakfast."

Chapter 11

The idyllic days continued to come and go, with everyone having a great time. Paul and Dan managed to sneak in some playtime, as did Tom and Billy. Paul and Billy agreed that they wouldn't play anymore and apart from one bedtime, just cuddled each other to sleep at night.

On that one night, they were quietly chatting in bed about what they liked doing best with Dan and Tom when Billy asked, "Does Dan like your feet?"

"Like them," I said, "he is nuts about them, he sniffs them, licks them and you know, gets his stuff all over them. I love it."

Billy laughed, "Tom is the same, his willy gets really hard when he plays with mine. Do you ever lick Dan's?"

"No way," I said, "I don't touch them, they are so big and boney with rough bits."

"I feel the same," said Billy, "and I told Tom that I didn't get why he liked them so much. Do you know what he said, he said that I should lick yours sometimes and I would understand."

"Really!" I said. We looked at each other and I added giggling, "if you lick mine, I will lick yours."

"Ok," said Billy, "but if one of us hates it, we will stop."

"Yes, that's fair," I said, "who goes first, though."

Billy thought, then with a big smile, "We could do it at the same time, like doing a 69 only with our feet instead of our willies."

Billy moved down so that his head was at the bottom of the bed, "Let's just feel each other's first," he said, "we might not even like that."

We started doing each other's feet; we both knew how to do it and not tickle. I was amazed; Billy's feet were lovely, soft and smooth. I spread his toes and rubbed them. Billy was doing much the same with mine.

"What do you think," asked Billy.

"I'm enjoying it on both ends."

Billy giggled, "Me too, shall we go for it like Tom and Dan?"

I didn't answer; I just pressed his toes under my nose and had a long sniff. I felt my willy going stiff in my pull-up, so I put his big toe in my mouth and sucked as if it was his willy, Billy did the same to mine. We started licking, sucking and slobbering over each other's feet – we were both enjoying it.

Billy stopped and panted, "My willy is really hard."

"And mine," I said.

We pulled each other's pull-ups off and took hold of each other's willy. We then both started to wank each other while still each sucking a foot. We were both panting and groaning.

Billy stopped and moved back up the bed, he pulled my legs upwards and put my slimy feet on his stiff willy and then managed to do the same to me. We both started to shag each other's feet, squeezing each other's willy with our toes and soles. We put our arms around each other and went into a deep snog, rubbing, grunting and shagging as hard as we could. We both threw our heads back and had a wonderful cum together. We lay in each other's arms.

"Crikey," Billy said, "now I do understand!"

***

The boys did their best to be good as well, they only got spanked once more and that was when they were arguing over a bucket on the beach. It got a bit out of hand, Billy kicked Paul and he retaliated by calling Billy a rapist and trying to kick him back. Billy then kicked Paul again really hard on his thigh.

Paul fell to the ground holding his leg and screamed, "That hurt, you shit head."

It was all witnessed by Cath, who quickly stepped in, grabbing hold of both of them, "If you two think I will tolerate such nasty behaviour and disgusting language, you are very much mistaken." They both thought they were in for a really hard spanking; their bottoms were already bare.

Cath grabbed Billy by the wrist and pulled it up until he was on tiptoes, "Do not ever let me see you being nasty like that again!" and gave him two hard smacks on the bottom.

She then grabbed hold of Paul and said, "Do not ever use filthy language like that again," and his bottom got two hard spanks as well. They were both crying as a result. "Right, sit yourselves down and sort it out." They gave each other a huge hug saying "sorry".

"Can't believe we only got two each for that," said Paul, "I was expecting 6."

"And me," said Billy. "Anyway, what's a rapist?"

Paul shrugged, "I dunno, no idea," they both giggled.

***

It got to the penultimate night and the twins suggested to Mom and Dad that they should go out for a drink and nice dinner on their own and that they were perfectly happy looking after the boys.

"That sounds good," said Ken, "I have fancied going to that nice little Italian in town since we arrived. Tell you what, I will book and order some pizza to be delivered for you guys; sound like a plan?"

A very friendly Italian chap at the restaurant said he would bring the pizzas over and take Ken and Cath back with him. Two massive pizzas, some garlic bread and a big bottle of pop arrived.

Ken and Cath jumped into the car, saying, "Don't wait up; we intend to make a night of it."

"So do we," whispered the twins as they waved them off.

The twins and the boys had a good laugh together, eating the best pizza they had ever had. The chat soon moved to what was the best sex they each had over the holiday, and of course, this leads to what the plan was for tonight.

Billy suggested they all play together, but the other three all responded, "BILLY!"

"Billy Moorcroft, you are a dirty little boy," said Tom, "I am going to give you a proper spanking, get over my knee now!"

"It was only a joke," said Billy in a little voice, feeling a bit worried that Tom looked so cross.

"We will leave you two to it," said Dan. He picked Paul up, kissed him on the lips, "Come on, let's go to my room, Mom and Dad will be back about 12," he added, climbing the stairs. They got to Dan's room and he put Paul down on the bed.

"Was Tom really cross," asked Paul.

"No, he was messing about," said Dan, "he still might put him over his knee, though."

"I didn't want to share you with anyone," said Paul.

"Same here," replied Dan, "you are my delicious little boy." They embraced and kissed lovingly. "What would you like to do?" asked Dan.

"Well," said Paul a bit shyly, "I had an idea after Aunty had bathed Billy and me the other night."

"Oh, got turned on in the bath, did you," said Dan tickling Paul.

"No," Paul giggled, "but I hope I might. Can we have a bath together and then you rub me with the baby oil, I will do it to you as well."

"You are a sexy boy, sounds like a brilliant idea."

***

They went to the bathroom. On the way, they looked over the railing and could see that Billy was naked already with a pink bottom and snogging Tom. They both did a thumbs up. Dan ran the bath and made sure it wasn't too hot for Paul.

"Do you want some bubbles?" asked Dan. Paul nodded with a big smile.

"Come here," Dan said to Paul, "I can't wait to get you naked and put my hands all over you." He pulled his tee-shirt off and had the shorts down in a flash. He stopped to drink in the hairless little body.

"Wow, I have seen you naked every day for weeks, but my heart still misses a beat when you get your clothes off."

Paul smiled and hugged him before grappling with the buttons on his jeans. A naked Dan lifted Paul into the bath. Paul couldn't resist lifting his legs and going in bum first, that made him feel so good. He was a bit surprised that Dan had put him in so that his feet were over the edge of the bath. That was until Dan knelt and started rubbing his nose into the toes and inhaling deeply.

"Aren't they a bit sweaty?" asked Paul, "I have had my trainers on until just?"

"Yes they are," said Dan, "and they are wonderful."

His cock had gone rock hard in an instant. He gave them a thorough licking and would have loved to have cum all over them, but thought he better save himself. He got in the bath behind Paul and pulled him between his legs. Paul rested his head on Dan's chest; his willy was hard from having his feet done.

Dan rubbed the bubbles all over him and then put his hands under Paul's warm, soft bottom and lifted him so that his willy was above the water. Dan moved his legs underneath him, put some soap on his finger and thumb and took hold of the 3-inch [7cm] stiff shaft. Paul gasped and his toes curled. Dan wanked gently and slowly, trying to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. Paul was gasping and arching out of the water, he suddenly lifted his feet out of the water and put them on each edge of the bath he then pushed his willy as high as he could. Dan started wanking much harder, slipped his other hand under Paul's bottom, and fingered his little hole. Paul started groaning and panting, his clenched his bottom, thrusting his 3-inch willy into Dan's finger and thumb and went rigid as he came, He plopped back down with a splash. Paul was gasping for breath.

"Wow, that was a good one," he said.

Dan's cock was rock hard as a result of having a wet Paul writhing all over it; Paul could feel it against his back. Dan pulled him up and put his cock between Paul's legs.

Paul said, "Look, I have got a proper cock!"

He rubbed bubbles all over it and gently pulled the skin back to reveal the throbbing knob. He reached down with one hand and massaged Dan's balls under the water and started wanking him. Dan had his arms around Paul, rubbing his hands over the hairless wet boy. Paul gripped hard and wanked faster, the sensations were too much and Dan unloaded a massive string of spunk into the air letting out a deep gargle as he did so.

They lay in the water coming down from their cums; they were both so happy. The water started to get cool, so Dan pulled the plug, "Let's have a rinse under the shower."

"Ok," said Paul as he turned round and pressed his belly against Dan's mouth. Dan thought he wanted a raspberry, but then felt warm wee running down his chest, belly and his balls.

"You dirty boy, you are as bad as Billy and it's you who is going to get a spanking now." He then gave him a big raspberry on the belly and said, "I love you."

"Please don't spank me," said Paul giggling. Dan gave them both a quick rinse and a rub-down with a towel.

"Right, I warned you," and put Paul, who was pretending to cry, over his shoulder and strode to the bedroom. He quickly looked over the railing to see that Tom and Billy were in their favourite standing 69. Wow that looks good, he thought, we must try that.

"Right, you dirty little rascal, that's twice you have weed over me, how many spanks do you deserve?"

"Six medium ones and six hard ones," Dan was slightly surprised to hear him say.

"OK, I won't stop; regardless how much fuss you make!"

Dan put one foot on the bed and put Paul over his knee. In the full-length mirror, he had an amazing view of Paul's bottom, hairless legs, and dangling feet. He started spanking. Paul loved it; he felt like a little boy who had been really naughty. The sting was delicious and it was going through his bottom and into his willy.

Dan said, "Right, here comes the six hard ones."

Paul was gripping the bed covers. As the first one landed, his toes curled and his feet raised up higher than his bottom.

"Yess," he said through clenched teeth. Dan carried on and as the 6th one landed, Paul gasped out, "Two more, really hard ones."

Dan did them as hard as he dared and Paul went limp over his knee; his bottom was hot and very red. Dan gathered him up into his arms, and Paul wrapped himself around Dan's body.

"I hated doing that," said Dan, "well, the last two anyway."

"Don't think that; it's not like having a spanking for being naughty. I think one day I might cum it's so nice; I loved it," said Paul breathlessly.

He was sweating and his willy was really hard. Paul pulled his head back and looked into Dan's eyes, "Do you think I am weird, wanting to be ten years old, wear pull-ups and enjoy being spanked?"

"No, I think you are just a boy being himself without a care in the world." Paul hugged him tightly and they snogged deeply.

"My bottom is stinging and my willy is throbbing, can you rub me with oil now?" asked Paul in his soft unbroken little voice.

"I can't think of anything better," said Dan, and he laid him on his front on a towel on the bed.

Dan looked at the clock and there was still plenty of time to play. Dan knelt astride him and drizzled oil on his back, with gentle circling motions he rubbed it in then massaged his back and shoulders using his fingers – Paul was sighing feeling very relaxed.

Dan shuffled down and poured more on his legs. Using two hands, he could wrap around each leg completely and as he went slowly up and down, Paul was starting to groan with pleasure. Dan bent Paul's legs at the knee and rubbed his oily hands all over his little feet, he massaged them firmly and rubbed his thumb under the bottom of his toes, Dan's cock was starting to drool.

Dan moved back up and poured more oil on Paul's little red and hot bottom; it felt divine for both of them. He used his finger up and down the bum crack and held the tip of his finger on the little hole and aimed a squirt of oil right into it. With the effects of the bath and the spanking, it seemed much more relaxed and Dan was able to slip in quite easily.

Paul started to slightly raise his bottom and was gently saying "Yes." Dan kept gently pushing and when his finger was all the way in, he started to shag him with his finger coming almost all the way out and then all the way in again. Paul was grunting into the bed cover. Dan was reminded of when he saw him digging on the beach.

He brought Paul's knees up and then spread them as far apart as they would go, his bum cheeks were spread wide, leaving his boy hole totally vulnerable. Dan considered moving in with his cock but thought it might ruin the moment, so he put his finger in again and started shagging him quickly with it. Paul was groaning loudly and his feet were curling and splaying.

Dan reached under in between the splayed legs and massaged the little balls with an oily hand; Paul started to plead to be wanked. Dan rolled him over, keeping his finger in and took hold of the rock hard little willy and using his thumb and forefinger started to gently wank.

Paul was thrusting his hips against the finger in his bum and then pushing his willy into the thumb and forefinger. He was grunting and groaning louder and louder. Dan increased the speed of his finger shagging and went down on the hard little shaft taking it all in his mouth. He sucked until Paul let out one almighty high pitched yeeeeesssss, his whole body straining in an a high arch, with his feet bent under him and drool running down his cheek. He convulsed and twitched before slowly going back down. Dan bent over and Paul put his arms around him tightly and buried his head into his shoulder.

Dan rubbed his back, "That was so good," said Paul, "I love you."

Dan's cock was so hard it almost hurt, it was twitching, throbbing and leaking.

Paul noticed and said, "Do you need to cum now."

"Yes please," croaked Dan.

He lay on the bed, he picked Paul up and knelt him on his cock, facing towards his feet, "Hold on to my knees and push your bottom down."

The big cock was now clasped between Paul's soft oily cheeks, "Slide up and down on it," Dan begged him.

He started slowly, ensuring the whole cock was feeling the smooth hairless crevice. Dan knew he wouldn't last long as Paul speeded up. Dan reached down and took hold of a little foot in each hand and lifted his bum off the bed; he thrust in time to Paul's sliding, he started to grunt deeply and then shot three massive spurts of cum over his own chest. Paul found some tissues and wiped him gently clean, lay on top of him and kissed his lips. They just lay there knowing there was no better place to be in the world.

They were startled by the sound of the phone; they heard Tom answer.

"Hi Mom, oh right, oh I see, yes no problem, have a good night, yes we are fine, see you in the morning, love you, bye."

Dan got up, with Paul wrapped round him, and looked over the railing. "What's up?"

"They can't get a cab so have booked into the travel lodge in town for the night. They will be back about 10 in the morning, I reckon they are shagging!"

"Really, Tom," said Dan, "that is too much information. That's good, though." He continued, "I will sleep with Paul in the boys' room; you can have Billy in yours. How did your evening go? I hope you gave Billy a good spanking."

"I was only joking," shouted Billy crossly. The twins laughed, "Yes," said Tom, "Billy apologized nicely quite a few times! Talking of spanking, how is Paul's bottom?"

"Why," said Dan.

"We could hear it being smacked from down here."

"Crikey," said Dan, "you are making me sound like Mom. Bring us a couple of those sports drinks up when you come up, we are getting in the shower. Come on Paul, lets rinse off and then bed, ok?"

"Suits me. I am really sleepy."

They got into the bathroom and Dan flicked on the shower, "I need to have a leak first."

Paul stopped him from getting to the loo, "Out of the way, you little whatsit, I am bursting."

Paul just grabbed his arm and pulled him into the shower. He stood opposite him and took hold of Dan's big flaccid cock, and Paul aimed it at his chest. Dan let out a torrent of hot piss, which flowed all down Paul's body, over his willy and balls, and ran down his legs.

"That was nice," he said and let Dan soap him down.

They went back to the room and Dan dried Paul off, rubbed talc over his willy, balls, bottom, and put him in a pull-up. Dan sat on the bed in his pajama bottoms and lifted Paul on to his knee. He took one of the sports bottles and put it in Paul's mouth, which he sucked vigorously, he felt so young and cute. Dan lay down and Paul spread himself all over him, giving his chest a rub. He popped his thumb into his mouth and nuzzled into his neck. They were both spark out within minutes.

***

A loud screeching seagull woke Dan; another lovely day he thought, but then looked at the cute boy on his chest and thought again, someone might not think it is lovely at all. He moved his hand down, slipped it into Paul's pull-up, and gently rubbed his soft little bottom.

"Hmm, that's nice," Paul whispered, in a sleepy little voice.

They both just lay there enjoying the moment until Tom knocked on the door and said, "Come on you two; Mom and Dad will be back soon."

"Ok," said Dan, "on our way. Come on gorgeous; we will have to get up."

"Just one more minute," I said, suddenly feeling very sad

"Ok," said Dan, "that will be nice."

But then I couldn't hold it in any longer and just started sobbing with tears running down my cheeks and on to Dan's chest.

"What's happened," said Dan rubbing my back.

"Today's the last day of the best time of my life," I said between sobs, "then we will be going home and back to school, and I will be 15, and everybody will be telling me off for not acting my age. I wish I could stay here forever."

Dan could have wept with him but thought he had got to be strong and be a rock for his heartbroken little lover. "Now then," he said, sitting up against the headboard and putting Paul in his lap and wrapping his arms around him. "I want you to have a great last day; you don't want to spoil it by thinking like that, do you? We can talk about all that other stuff when we get home. How about we go downstairs and make a list of all the things you want to do to make it a great last day.

So come on, what do you say, I can't stand seeing you upset."

"Ok then," I said in a sad little voice. Dan popped the sports bottle in my mouth and I started to cheer up. I thought while Dan was holding the bottle, yes I am not going to let myself think about it. Here I am in my pull-up being treated like a little boy, so I need to make the most of it.

"You're right," I said. "I need to enjoy every moment of the day and not spoil it for everyone else."

"That's more like it," said Dan, "come on, let's go and get you sorted."

He carried me downstairs, lay me on a towel on the living room floor, and gave me a good wipe with a wet one. He was putting me in a clean top when a naked Billy came running over.

"Paul guess what?" he said excitedly, "I have found a train set in the cupboard, shall we set it up and get it going."

"Coo,"l I said, jumping up, giving Dan a quick hug and whispering that I loved him before scampering off into the living room. Someone seems happier already thought Dan, smiling to himself.

Billy and I were engrossed in sorting out the train track, so didn't hear Aunty and Ken come in with bags of fresh crusty rolls and croissants.

"Morning lads," said Cath to Dan and Tom, "all ok here?" giving them a hug. "It's very quiet, where are the boys." The twins lead her quietly to the open living room door where she could see a naked Billy on all fours and a bare-bottomed Paul lying on his front happily building the train track.

"Aren't they the cutest ever," she whispered.

"Yes," said Dan, "but come back into the kitchen; we need to talk about Paul."

"Do we? Ok."

Dan and Tom and their Mom and Dad sat at the kitchen table with a mug of tea each. Dan explained Paul's tears earlier, even getting a bit upset himself about how Paul was feeling about how his life would be when they got back home.

"Oh love," said his Mom, squeezing his hand, "you are so caring. Now, Dan, I want you to stop worrying, things aren't as bad as you think. I have had a couple of good chats with his Mom."

"Have you said the twins together?"

"Yes, now don't be cross, but this idea to treat him as a ten-year-old for the holiday was as much his Mom's as mine, and we developed the plan together." The twins were agog.

"His Mom and Dad had met a few experts about his immaturity and the advice was either hormone treatment or just ignore what his actual age is and treat him like a little lad until his own hormones kick in, which they will eventually. They had decided to do the latter and his Mom had already chatted with me about it when you came home that day asking if Paul could come on holiday. His Mom and I couldn't believe our luck, and we agreed it would be a great way of seeing how he reacted to being ten again.

We agreed I would call her in America to tell her how it was going. After hearing what I have had to say, changes are now being put in place to allow Paul to basically be 11 for now and then assess him regularly, hoping he will have caught up by the time he is 18 or so."

"Wow," said Dan, "that is fantastic."

"But what about…" Tom started to say, but his Mom cut him off.

"Now it's not for us to start discussing how it will all happen, though I have no doubt that Paul will want us to be a big part of his life. I have agreed with his Mom that we won't mention anything yet unless he gets very upset about the thought of being 15 again before we get home. All agreed?"

"Yes," they all said happily, at which point Paul and Billy raced excitedly into the kitchen, wanting them to see the train running on its track.

They all had a great last day, especially Paul, who loved being ten all day, and the thought of being 15 never entered his head. That didn't kick in until about an hour into the journey home.

Like a kick to his stomach, Paul suddenly thought that in about 3 hours, his time as a 10-year-old would be over. What am I going to do, everybody will be telling me off even more and to act my age, it was too much and the tears just started rolling down his face. He tried to hide it, but he let out a big sob and Cath, Dan and Tom all looked, Billy was asleep.

"Why are you crying," asked Dan.

"You know why, I love being ten and dead soon, I have got be 15 and I will hate it."

Dan looked at his Mom and she nodded. "Now then, Paul," she said, squeezing his soft little foot, "I don't want you to worry or get upset. I have had a chat with your Mom and she is not going to expect you to be 15 when you get back, nor is anybody else for that matter."

"Really!" I said.

"Yes, Aunty confirmed, "but I can't say any more, your Mom will tell you later. Now, why don't you have a little sleep so that you are not tired when we get back."

"Ok," I said, a bit confused but feeling better. I put my head back and my eyes started getting heavy. Dan popped my dummy in and gave me my teddy. As I started to drop off, I weed in my pull-up and wiggled my toes as the hot wee flowed over my little balls and down my hairless bum crack. I suddenly felt like a very happy little boy.

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The End