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 Chance Encounter: by (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mm

   The red double-decker bus passed too close for comfort and he made sure
he was walking nearer the shops and away from the kerb, despite the crowds
of dark-suited men and dolly secretaries who were making their way like him
to Bank tube station.  "What a pity," he thought, "They had been too
mean-spirited to grasp Sir Christopher Wren's vision of a new, open and
classical London after the disaster of the 1666 fire.  Instead they had
just rebuilt on the old, medieval street layout, unplanned and higgledy
piggledy.  What this place needed was a Baron Haussmann with the vision,
and a Napoleon with the strength to drive it through.  Strolling down the
Champs Elysees or along Boulevarde Haussmann to the Place Vendome was very
different from this frantic crowd!  Still, at least they had allowed Wren's
St Pauls to be built." He looked up, past the late Victorian facades and
could just see a part of the great dome of the cathedral.  And, not
concentrating, bumped hard into someone hurrying in the opposite direction.

   'I'm so sorry.  Clumsy of me.' There was a classic double take.  'Gerald
Faber!  It is isn't it?'

   'Good lord!  Sidney Gleeson.  How are you, all these years, Bunny?  Good
Lord!'

   They stood there shaking hands, expressing astonishment, while the
throng parted each side of them.  Finally Gerald Faber suggested, 'Look,
I'm just going to split a bottle with a couple of friends in that bar over
there.  Join us, and when they go we can have a good chat.  Catch up.'

   Sidney noticed the Champagne was of the more expensive variety.  Clearly
his old friend was doing well, and his friends were those opulent,
confident City types he had come to recognise, and whose ranks he intended
to join!  After the second bottle had been opened one of the guys made his
excuses.  'Gotta go.  Wife's got a dinner party tonight, and more than
life's worth to be late.'

   'Me too.  Friday evening only night we sit down and eat with the kids.
Always good to see you, Sidney!'

   So the two of them were left alone.  Gerald picked up the half-full
bottle and two glasses and waved them to a quiet table in the corner.

   'You don't have to get home to wife and family, then, Gerald?'

   'Good lord no!  I'm gay, dear boy.'

   'I'm glad.  So am I.'

   'Well that's sorted then!  No change from the old days.  Do you remember
that first time, Bunny?'

   'Do I not!'

   There was a long pause while they sipped their wine and each replayed in
his mind that momentous day.

  
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   Sidney's parents had just moved to a new house in the leafy Surrey
suburbs, and he felt a bit isolated.  There was no school, not for the two
long months of the summer, and he knew nobody there.  In the big house next
door there was a boy, but he looked much older, fifteen probably.  Sidney
was thirteen, and at that age two years is a great gulf between boys. 
Sidney thought his neighbour looked nice, tanned and fit in his speedos,
and envied him his swimming pool, but knew the older boy would not be
interested in him.  He was wrong!  Dripping water the boy had come over to
the low hedge, and invited Sidney to join him in the pool.  It had been a
matter of seconds to go in, get his trunks on....  his best white
speedos... and take up the offer.  He swam better than Gerald!  Later they
lay side by side in the sun chatting as boys do.

   Sidney was flattered by the older boy's attention and soon was thinking
to himself that Gerald was very, very nice indeed: if he had a brother he
would like him to be like Gerald.  And the boy was so fit, slender but
becoming muscular.  He was tanned, and with his dark hair he had sort of
smouldering good looks, the boy thought.  He could not take his eyes off
Gerald's speedos, bright scarlet and very skimpy: why, you could see the
shape of his cock if you looked closely.  Sidney felt his own cock
stiffening and was embarrassed so he turned over on his belly.

   "Sun my back now!"

   "Me too!"

   Gerald's back was flawless and deep-tanned, and his bottom looked great,
trim and masculine in that clinging nylon.

   Gerald had noticed Sydney the day before, and thought the boy very
good-looking.  Unlike the younger Sydney, Gerald was sexually experienced,
knew he was gay, and knew he liked male bodies and nice cocks.  Uncle
Gilbert had taught him all about that years back!  Here, close up, the boy
was fantasticly sexy, with his smooth, tanned chest, slender legs, and
those white speedos which almost showed his cock when they were wet.  And
his wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, with that deep tan, meant Gerald wanted
him, wanted him very badly.  Out of the corner of his eye he knew the boy
was ogling his scarlet speedos, and was encouraged to see the boy's cock
beginning to stiffen.  When he turned over modestly, to hide his erection,
his bottom looked especially tasty!  Gerald imagined his face between those
honey-buns, licking and tongueing, and with this thought his own cock was
rock-hard.  He wondered how to approach this boy.  Gerald may have been in
some ways experienced, but he had never in his young life initiated sex. 
Uncle Gilbert and Uncle Gilbert's horse-racing friends had always made it
very clear what they wanted from the boy and he had only to accept what
they demanded.  Gerald lay there bursting to caress Sidney, but not knowing
how to make his move.  Sidney lay there longing to see, to feel that cock
in scarlet silk, but not daring to reach the few inches between them.

   Gerald waved to the barman and signalled they needed another bottle: the
bar had emptied almost as the city guys made their way home, and the barman
would bring it over to the table in the corner.

   'You know, Bunny, as we lay beside the pool I so wanted to touch you,
but I did not dare.  You know why I always called you Bunny?'

   'I thought it was because I was a bit timid, a bit of a rabbit....'

   'No!  Not at all.  It was a little joke I had with myself.  You had such
lovely buns in your speedos you just had to be "Bunny".  They were even
better later, naked....'

   'I wanted to touch you too, Gerald, but didn't dare.  It was partly
because I was younger, and you seemed so much older.  And I was embarrassed
that I had a boner, even though I could see you had one too.'

   'I knew you were looking at mine, Sydney.  But then it rained!'

   Nature had intervened to help his seduction as typical of an English
summer the heat of the sun was replaced in minutes by a menacing dark
cloud, and then with a roll of thunder the heavens opened.  The boys
screamed as icy raindrops fell on sun-warmed flesh, and Sydney followed
Gerald as he ran for the shelter of the big house.

   "It'll pass through in an hour, I guess.  There's no-one home.  The
'rents are visiting my Uncle Gilbert in Cambridge and they'll go racing at
Newmarket after, and they're never back till dark when they go there.  I'll
show you my room.  It's more of a den, really."

   All the gear was there.  PC , tv and video recorder, books everywhere,
and all very tidy, Sidney thought.  He promised himself he'd try to get his
stuff orderly like this: much better than the chaos his own room was always
in.  Gerald threw himself onto the bed, wider than a single, but not quite
a double.

   "Sit up here with me and I'll show you some neat stuff!"

   The boys sat side-by side on the bouncy mattress, propped against
pillows, near naked with their skimpy speedos, both with erections, and
both of them aware of the other's hard-on.  Something was bound to happen!
And it did!

   "I found this on the bus last week, in the back seat upstairs.  It's
real hot!" Gerald uncrumpled the magazine between them, bending it straight
as it had been rolled up to fit behind books on the bookcase.  The cover
was of a naked athlete, photographed from low level so his huge, veiny cock
was outlined against a blue sky.  In fact it had been lent to him by his
Uncle!

   "Jeez!  Look at the willy on him!"

   "Big boy, aint he?  But you look pretty good in there too.' Gerald moved
close so their legs touched under the opened mag, and briefly his hand
brushed the younger boy's crotch as he spread the magazine.  He noticed
that Sidney's reflex action was to very slightly open his legs, and
instantly he knew this pretty boy would be his to enjoy.  And soon!

   Sidney liked the feel of Gerald's leg pressing on his, and the brushing
of a hand over the front of his speedos made his cock twitch with a life of
its own.  He studied the pictures, a photo-story.  The two boys on the
sofa, photographed always from the same angle as if they were self-photos,
kissed, and fingers fumbled with shirt buttons, then belts and then the two
were naked except for white underpants.

   "Turn the page,Gerald.  I want to see!"

   The next double-page showed the boys handling each other's cocks. 
Gerald placed his hand over the younger boy's cock and held it: Sydney
rubbed his hand against those exciting scarlet speedos.  And suddenly thay
were in each others' arms kissing, deep, mouth-open, tongue in mouth,
lovers' kisses.  They writhed and twisted together, legs trapping and
squeezing slender legs, hands now on shoulders, backs and bottoms, feeling,
caressing in unthinking, instinctive play.  It was minutes before they came
up for air.

   Sidney felt a hand pull at the waistband of his speedos and slip down
the front to grasp his cock, so hard now as to be nearly painful.  He felt
around franticly between the two of them, and managed to get his hand down
his friend's trunks too, and was sure he could feel precum at the head of
an equally erect tool.  Their kisses got even more passionate as they felt
each other, bruising lips and mouths wide-open.

   "Let's get these off".  Gerald was pulling down his speedos and his cock
sprang free.  Sydney followed suit, noticing that Gerald's had left a mark,
a red ring where they had cut into the smooth flesh of his belly.  Naked,
they embraced again.  Gerald rolled over on top of him, and for the first
time Sidney felt the weight of another boy's body on his, pressing him into
the sprung mattress, his cock pushing at the hard bit between the boy's
cock and balls.  Sidney moved down a bit, and the cock nestled against
Sidney's anus, where the new sensation was almost unbearably delicious.

   'That's lovely, Gerald.'

   'So will this be, Sidney,'

   The older boys lips were on Sidney's left nipple now, sucking and
licking, teasing it into erection.  It was as if a thread joined it through
the boy's body to his balls and cock, and his cock twitched as Gerald moved
his lips to the other nipple, transforming that too into a grain of corn.

   Gerald had never had a boy, and marvelled at the silky texture of the
skin, tanned and hairless on his chest, and so unlike the coarse, hairy
chests of Uncle Gilbert and his racing cronies.  He decided this was so
much nicer than those old farts, and caressed the boy's flat, tanned belly
as his tongue made circles around the boy's navel and his lips kissed warm,
soft flesh.  He could feel Sidney's hands holding his head, fingers sliding
in the fine dark hair as, unthinking perhaps, the boy pushed his new
friend's head downwards over his belly to the hard little-boy cock.  His
tongue could feel fine hair that his eye could not see, but the little
triangle of golden fuzz at the base of the boy's cock was perfect, and very
beautiful.  Gerald allowed his tongue to linger a moment there, but the
boy's upright cock was so tempting, its shaft a lighter shade than the rest
of his body, straight and capped with a perfect helmet, pink and swollen
with passion.

   Sydney felt his new friend's lips close over his knob, and then the warm
wetness and pressure of lips and mouth as his cock sank deep into his
friend's mouth.  The sensation was like nothing he had ever known, the
pleasure intense and mind-blowing.  The boy's head was almost slippery
between his palms, fingers sliding in the fine, nearly black hair, but he
held it in place, and felt the boy's tongue fluttering up and down his
cock. He looked down and could see Gerald's cheeks hollowed as he sucked.
He lay back, let go of the boy's head, closed his eyes and luxuriated in
the new sensations, mind emptied of everything except the sensuousness of
this experience.

   Gerald knew it would not be long now, and knew also that the boy-cum
would be meagre and thin, not like the rich, creamy cum produced so
copiously by his adult seducers, but thought it would be all the nicer for
that.  He felt again over the boy's flat belly and chest, and could feel
the heartbeat so strong.  The boy's hips rose under him, the cock thrust
upwards, and cum spurted into his mouth, more in fact than he had expected.
He let it moisten his mouth, enjoying the silky feel before he swallowed.
There was only one spurt, but he knew cum would be oozing out with each
twitch of the young cock and he held it lightly between his lips.

   Sydney came round from his daze.

   'That was so good, Gerald.  You don't know how good it was.  I've never
known anything like it.  It was so....'

   'I love doing that too, Sydney.  I love the feel of the spunk as it
comes.  Look, I'm still hard.'

   'Do you want me to suck you too?'

   'Only if you want to.'

   'I do....'

   Looking back, Sydney can hardly remember it, it was all over so quickly.
He could recall the feel of the cock between his lips, and gagging when the
knob touched his palate.  He had learned from having his own cock sucked,
or perhaps we all know instinctively how to give oral pleasure, and he
flickered his tongue up and down this cock, bigger than his own, as he
bobbed his head up and down.

   'Touch my arsehole with your finger, Sydney.'

   Surprised, and a bit alarmed, the boy did as he was asked, and was
instantly rewarded with a spurt of cum, filling his mouth with warm,
slippery bubbles.  He swallowed franticly as there were two more spurts,
and then the boy's jerking movements under him subsided, and hands pulled
his head from the cock to rest on firm, sun-tanned thighs.  He, unthinking,
licked at the lightly fuzzed ball sack while they recovered.

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   The two young men had been silent for a couple of minutes as each
replayed in his mind that special day of sex.  Finally Gerald smiled at
Sydney, and got an almost boyish grin in return.

   'It was life-changing, that afternoon, Bunny.  It's my criterion for all
sex now: and it never is as good as it was that first afternoon.'

   'I'm the same.  I knew then I was gay!  All the next day I thought about
it every few minutes, and I kept imagining I could still taste your cum in
my mouth.'

   'Let's go round to my place, Bunny.  It's only a five minute walk.' He
could see Sydney eyeing the champagne, half full still.  'Leave that. 
There's plenty more!'

   They had walked briskly, in silence, each thinking of the joys to come.
In the lift they kissed, lips open-mouths and tongues, and Gerald popped a
button on Sydney's shirt to find a chest still hairless.  "Thank God!" he
thought.  He felt Sydney's hand on his cock, grasping it hard through the
light, summer suiting.  He reached and grasped Sydney's too.  Both men
laughed and the lift doors opened.  The door key was electronic, and Sydney
was ushered into a penthouse with views over the City and the river.  It
was sparsely furnished, but the art deco pieces were obviously genuine, and
good.  And three years ago Gerald must still have been at University! 
"Christ!  I'll have some of this." Sydney thought.

   As they crossed the room, Gerald was taking his jacket off and dropping
it to the floor.  His tie followed.  Soon there was a trail of discarded
shoes, socks, suits, shirts on the polished block floor between the door
and the bedroom.  Both were in their underpants by the time Gerald put the
bedroom light on, adjusted the dimmer, and they stood in the doorway
kissing again.  Each had his hand down the other's waistband, handling
cock, naked and warm.

   'I want you to fuck me like you used to, Gerald.'

   'I've wanted to all evening, Bunny.'

   Sydney was pulling his friend's underpants down so they fell to the
floor.  'I had a test and the results came a week ago.  I'm clear....'

   'That's good.  I am too.'

   'Do me with oil, like you used to.  I never bare-back, but this is so
special.'

   'I'm careful who I bareback with, but this is going to be great.'

   Sydney pulled his own underpants down, and naked they stumbled,
embracing and kissing to the huge, scarlet silk-covered bed, collapsing
across it, Sydney enjoying the weight of a fit body.  He remembered
Gerald's cock so well: cut, like his own, but bigger and with a slight
curve in it unlike his own rigidly straight shaft.  Like the old days, it
pushed hard and eXcitingly against his arsehole.

   'Jesus, you're lovely, Bunny.'

   'I want you now!'

   I've got some oil here.'

   'On my belly, like that first time.'

   He lay there passive, his cock pressing into the mattress, and felt the
warm oil drip into his crease, and Gerald's finger enter him, spreading the
slippery lubricant.  Then a pause and then the feel again of a knob against
his anus.  He sighed as it slipped easily in and that age old rhythm of
cock and arsehole began and gradually gathered speed and power.

   Gerald could feel a firm, muscular little arse under his thighs with
each thrust, but his hands traced patterns on a flawless, tanned back.  He
pressed himself to it and kissed lightly the nape of the neck, and then, as
Sydney turned his head slightly, penetrated the young man's ear with the
tip of his tongue.  almost unthinking he was whispering compliments into
that ear, telling him how little he had changed since those long-gone days
when the two boys had first explored the delights of sex together, how his
skin was as fine and smooth, his arse as tight, and his body as fit and
firm.

   Sydney could feel the speed and power of Gerald's thrusts increasing as
excitement rose, until there were those short, sharp stabs he remembered so
well, thighs crashing into his bottom making loud slapping noises alongside
the slurping of lubed cock in lubed arsehole.  Then the strokes got slower
and longer with a momentary hesitation at the end of each push and as the
cock slipped even more easily he knew Gerald was coming deep inside him,
squirting his creamy cum at the end of each stroke.  Again Sydney was that
thirteen-year-old boy enjoying the wonderful world of adult sex for the
first time as his mind was filled with the same pride and excitement he had
known in Gerald's bed when the parents were away.  And he too came, as he
used to when Gerald first treated unloaded into his arse.

   Gerald pulled them both over so they were laying on their side, "Spoon"
fashion, and after a minute or two of amazed silence Sydney's arse expelled
the now half-hard cock.

   'Jesus!  That was the best, Bunny.'

   'I'm afraid I've come all over your bedsheets, Gerald.'

   'Never mind.  It'll soon dry.  Flattering really, you coming while I'm
fucking you.' He laughed and kissed him on the lips as Sydney turned his
head.  Then he slapped his buttocks playfully.  'We'd better shower.  Bit
messy!'

   'I should have douched.'

   'There was no time for that.  You were as eager as me.  In any case, we
never minded in the old days.

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   In the shower cocks were still not fully erect, so they just washed each
other, and chatted as they dried off after.

   'What now Bunny?  Restaurant?  Clubbing...  it is Friday night.'

   'I'd rather just stay in and chat, Gerald.'

   'So would I.  I'll cook something and we'll watch a video.  How's your
French now.'

   'Good!  I'm often in Paris.'

   'We'll watch a dvd set in Paris then, among the street boys.  Very sexy.
No need to dress, we'll wear these.'

   The white, fluffy bathrobes had the name of a top hotel embroidered on
them!

   Later, after a Spanish omelette and (microwaved) chips, they were
sitting side-by-side on the deep-cushioned sofa, a nice bottle of claret
open in front of them.  Warm and comfortable, the towelling robes had
fallen open, and each was idly stroking his own cock as the dvd action
developed.

   'He's pretty, and sexy too.'

   'The blonde boy?  He certainly is.  Reminds me of you at his age,
Bunny.'

   'I shouldn't think he's sixteen would you?  That's the legal age in
France I think.  The Arab boy probably is, but the blonde lad can't be more
than fourteen.'

   'I expect the film-makers cheated a bit, and he is lovely isn't he. 
Just like you that day we first met.'

   'And the Arab boy is treating him just as you treated me, and he's
loving it too.  Long, slow, fucking to break him in!'

   'Jesus!  Jail bait, but nearly worth it!'

   'I often look at the boys at the beach or the pool and wish....'

   'Me too, Bunny.' He paused for at least a minute.  'Can you keep a great
secret?  Promise?'

   'Of course, Gerald.'

   He got up and went to a stylish art-deco sideboard, his cock sticking
out through the robe as he crossed the room.  In his hand was a framed
picture.

   'What do you think, Bunny?'

   'He's devastating, Gerald.  Soooo lovely.'

   'And sexy too.  Randy little chap who loves cock.'

   He turned the frame over and there was a photograph of the two of them
sitting side-by-side by a swimming pool.  Gerald had his hand resting on
the boy's thigh, almost a gesture of ownership, and certainly a hint of
intimacy.  The boy was in the same tight, light blue speedos as in the full
length picture, and they set off his tan and cropped blonde hair perfectly.

   'I'm jealous!  You've had him, you dog!'

   'Every weekend, Bunny.  And I'll tell you what....  we'll go down to my
place tomorrow and you can have him too.  He said last week he wanted some
variety.  Well, you're that variety.'

   'Fantastic.'

   'Jesus!  I feel randy again.  How about a sixty nine on the rug?'

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   Most of the morning had been spent getting the Mercedes convertible out
of its garage, getting a weekend bag and some casual clothes from Sydney's
place, and driving out into the Cotswolds.  Gradually the brick gave way to
mellow stone and the tiles to thatch.  The country seemed to get greener
despite it being high summer.  The village was quiet and seemed empty as
they turned into an imposing brick-walled, iron-gated drive, a sign
announcing "The Old Vicarage".

   'I bought it with my first bonus two years ago.  What I like is the
completely secluded garden, ten foot high brick walls, and the swimming
pool.  It came with all its furniture, which was handy.'

   'A vicar with a swimming pool?  That's novel.'

   'No.  I bought it from a banker who found the country life did not agree
with him.  He put the pool in.  The village belongs to the Fitzgibbon
Estate, all of it.'

   'Except the old vicarage presumably!'

   'Yep.  You must meet Hugo Fitzgibbon some time.  He's a pleasant old
fellow.  He's in Nice at the moment, every summer in fact.'

   'Is that the one who..?'

   'That's him.  Married that supermodel Fran Jarvis last year.  Good
match. She's bi and he's bi.  They have some fun I can tell you.  Well,
we're here.  First stop the kitchen, second the pool!'



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   'First job is to pump this up.'

   It was a big, blue inflateable mattress, and Sidney set to work with the
small plastic footpump.  Gerald watched, leaning against a marble-clad
wall. The young man's bottom was so sexy as he pumped away, muscles
rippling under the white, untanned flesh.  Sidney felt hands grasping his
hips and then the unmistakeable brush of a cock-head against his buttocks
as Gerald whispered, 'Jesus you're sexy doing that'.

   'It's hard work!'

   'Want me to spell you a bit.'

   'No thanks.  It's nearly done now.  In fact I think it is.  God!  I'm
hot.'

   He broke away from his lover's grasp, two quick steps to the pool edge,
and a graceful racing dive into the water, so clean as to scarcely ripple
it.  His strong crawl covered the the two lengths in a few seconds, and he
was hauling himself out to lay alongside Gerald on the airbed.  His cock
had shrunk with the sudden cold water, and Gerald thought he looked even
more boyish, and therefor even more sexy.

   Gerald had spread towels over the airbed, and their favourite brand of
baby-oil stood in a bottle at one corner.

   'You're a strong swimmer.'

   'University blue last year, and trialled for team UK.'

   'That how you got these shoulders and arms then.' Admiring fingers
traced the muscles, still wet and shiny.

   'The pool's the place to go if you like watching fit young men!'

   'I love seeing them line up for the start of a race, strong arms and
shoulders and tiny little butts.'

   'Suggestive as they bend over before the start!'

   'Exactly!' Gerald's cock was getting hard, and seeing that Sydney felt
his stiffening too.

   'I hope your boy actually turns up!'

   'He will.  Never misses.  He's as eager as you and me in fact.'

   And at that moment, the boy appeared.  He had dirty white trainers,
tight shorts, probably football gear, and a baggy t-shirt with "69" on it,
that and a really sexy grin.  He was introduced to Sydney as David, and
while Gerald was explaining that he called his friend Bunny, Sydney was
very aware of the boy looking him up and down, and especially his hairless
cock and balls.  The introductions made, the boy casually kicked off his
shoes, pulled the shirt up over his head, and tugged the shorts down,
stepping out of them.  He was good enough to eat.  The little triangle of
pubic hair was just a bit more golden than his cropped ash-blonde head, he
was tanned all over, and even his cock, which was half-hard, cut, and very
pretty.

   'Got hot cycling up the hill!'

   The boy dived and swam well, Sydney thought, and the two young men
rolled apart slightly to make room for the boy to lay between them.  So
there we were, and more to the point there was I just inches from a naked
and apparently willing blonde bombshell of a teenage boy.  He turned on his
side facing Sydney, who could see his cock was still shrunken from the cold
water.  Sydney's, however, had completely recovered and was erect to its
full size.

   'You look a bit like Beckham, Bunny.'

   It was odd to be called Bunny by someone other than Gerald, but it felt
right.  'Is that good?'

   'Oh yes.  He's dead sexy.'

   'You think he's gay.'

   'Most guys are I think sometimes.  When no straights are looking. 
Beckham's one of the guys I dream about sometimes.'

   Gerald had closed up on the boy, and I could see he was caressing firm,
slightly rounded buttocks so helpfully presented to him as the boy chatted
with me.

   'What sort of dreams?'

   'What you're going to do to me I hope.  You and Gerald.' Sydney could
see the boy's cock stiffening and it was now pointing at him, straight, not
as brown as his chest and belly, but tanned nonetheless, and with a lovely
pink helmet he longed to take in his mouth.  The boy could see the man
looking at his cock.  'It's not as big as yours, but it's growing all the
time.I measure it often.  It's over five inches now.' He reached out and
for the first time in eight years a fourteen year old's hand was round
Sydney's prick.  Gerald had pressed up against the boy's back and Sydney
could see him tonguing David's neck.  Wordless, the boy showed him he
wanted Sydney to turn head-to-toe so this new cock was in reach of the
boy's mouth as they embraced.  Sydney could feel a hard, springy little
cock against him but could not reach it with his mouth as they lay, being
quite a bit taller of course.  Then he realised as the boy let out a long
sigh Gerald was up the boy's bottom, and he felt a mouth round his cock. 
David was sandwiched between them, a boy between two men, a cock in his
arse and another in his mouth, and this was what the boy had dreamed about
masturbating in his solitary bed.

   David was getting something neither of his adult lovers had ever enjoyed
as a teenage boy.  Indeed, neither had enjoyed such a threesome even in
their adult life.

   Gerald was setting the rhythm for the three of them, his lubed cock
making a slurping noise as it slipped easily in and out of the boys bottom,
and Sydney accommodated himself to the movement, fucking the boy in the
mouth, holding his blonde head between two sweaty palms and losing himself
in the pleasure of the moment.  The boy was making muffled noises of
pleasure as the pace quickened and the pressures on his body squeezed
between the two became stronger.

   Sydney did not want to come yet as he was desperate to have the boy's
lovely, firm buttocks, and he knew once he had cum it would be an hour or
so before he was fit for more, though the viagra he had taken was still an
unknown quantity to him.  He did not want to risk that so he used a trick
an older man had taught him when he was just a teenage boy, counting in
sevens.  It took his mind off the pleasure of that willing mouth and the
lithe, slender body pressed against him as he did the calculations: 7, 14,
21, 28 .....  875, 882, 889.  And, thank goodness, Gerald was coming,
thighs crashing now into the boy's buttocks as he spurted his cum deep
inside the lad, one squirt for each thrust, till the slackening pace and
power told Sydney his friend had done.  Neither Sydney nor David had
come....

   The boy knew what he wanted next and rolled over making Gerald's cock
slide from his arsehole and inviting Sydney to move so his own cock rested
against those so-desired buttocks.  Sydney had a moment of doubt when the
implications of sticking his cock those extra few inches filled his mind.
It was one thing to rest your cock against a pretty teenage boy's anus
(gross indecency) and quite another to let that knob penetrate even half an
inch (statutory rape).  The doubt lasted a brief second and then his cock
did the thinking for him, and his arms around the boy he pulled him onto
himself as he pushed with his cock, and it slid easily in, the way made
easy by his friend's energetic fucking.

   'Suck me, Gerald, while he fucks me.  I nearly came while you were
fucking me....'

   The rhythm was re-established, controlled this time by the initially
slow and measured thrusts from Sydney's cock, echoed exactly by Gerald's
use of the boy's mouth.  Four hands explored and enjoyed the firm body and
silky skin: sometimes hands would meet, touch, clasp in friendship before
returning to the even more pleasant pursuit of kneading, stroking and
caressing smooth, warm flesh.  The slurping noise of cock in arsehole
speeded up as Sydney became more excited and could feel his orgasm
approaching, coiled inside his arse like a snake ready to spring.  He was
aware, too, that Gerald's muttered and murmured sounds of pleasure showed
he was about to unload his spunk into the boy's mouth.  Gerald it was who
came first, the boy swallowing and licking as he accepted the offering: the
knowledge of this triggered Sydney and he came too.

   ....................................................................

   Half an hour later found the three lovers laying side-by-side on
Gerald's kingsized, satin-sheeted double bed, the boy between the two men,
of course.  A dvd was playing on the wide-screen, wall-mounted television.

   'Did you get anywhere with your friend Lonny yet, David?' Gerald was
stroking the boys's nipples and chest absent-mindedly as he spoke.  'Lonny
looks a bit like that Arab boy in the film, Bunny: lovely lad.  I saw him
at the schools' swimming gala last month.'

   On the screen, the big guy, a Frenchman with bulging muscles, a bear
with black body hair, had been pestered all the way through some market in
North Africa by traders trying to sell him jewelery, rugs, hats, pictures,
all the tat of the orient!  Finally he had sought the tranquility of a
tree-lined town square, where he had been sold something much more
interesting.  The Arab guy had sold him what he claimed was his younger
brother, a handsome lad of perhaps fourteen years.  The three laying on the
bed were watching as the boy, naked, was being fucked slowly and thoroughly
in the arse by the massive adult in a seedy room furnished with a bed, a
chair, and a bowl of water on a box in the corner.  He seemed to be
enjoying it, and the cameraman delighted in framing for them the boy's
cock, slender and erect, its knob a darker colour even than the tanned and
naturally brown skin of the rest of his slender body.

   'I did.  Everything!'

   'Tell us about it then, David, while we watch the film too.'

   'A couple of weeks ago, the night Chelsea were on the box for the
Champions League."

   'Wednesday."

   'That's right.  It was Wednesday.'

   'Don't interrupt, Bunny.  Let the boy tell his story.'

   'Sorry.' He felt the boy's hand in his crotch, small fingers now lightly
holding his half-hard cock.  He reciprocated, cradling the boy's near
hairless balls in his own palm.

   'Anyway.  I suggested Lonny watch the match along with me and my Dad,
and then, since it would be late, sleep over my place.  So after the match
we went to bed in my room.  It's not a single bed, but not a double
either.'

   'Naked?'

   'Don't be silly!  We both had pyjamas.  Anyway I put the light out and
we talked quite a long time.  It was warm and we only had a sheet over us,
and we were really close together because of the bed.  In fact our legs
were touching.  Through the pyjams of course.' The boy could feel Sydney's
cock stiffening, and on the screen the man had turned his boy over and was
fucking him from the front now.  We chatted about nothing in particular for
a few minutes, and then the bed in the room next door started to creak and
make pinging noises in its springs.

   "What's that?"

   "That's my Dad fucking my Mum...."

   "Jeez!  He's really going at it."

   "Most nights."

   "I'd like to see that!"

   "Me too, but they always close the door and there's always a key in the
keyhole.  You'll hear her coming soon...."

   Sure enough the usual small sqeals and then heavy grunts as the bed
noises increased and then stopped.

   'By then my cock was hard so I got it out and started to jerk off.  In a
second or two I could hear the rustling and feel the sheet move as Lonny
was jerking off too.  So I said, "I always have a wank before I go to
sleep", and Lonny said, "Me too, and another in the morning".  "Me too."

   'Then I reached down and put my hand over his, on his cock.  He didn't
say anything, so I gripped his cock and started wanking him myself.  There
was a bit of a gap, and then his hand was on my cock, wanking me.  I threw
the sheet off us and put the bedside light on so we could see.  I had never
seen Lonny's cock before, and it was darker than the rest of him, like that
Arab boy there.  And it had a foreskin, not like me, but that was rolled
down so his knob was clear.  I leaned over and put my lips round the knob.
I could feel Lonny's body tense with the shock and surprise, but then he
relaxed and his legs stretched out and his toes curled up with pleasure as
I let the whole of his cock slide into my mouth, leaning over him.  It
didn't take long that first time, just a minute or two and he held my head
as he came in my mouth.  There wasn't much.  Not like you, Gerald!'

   'We lay there some time, me stroking his legs and belly, him stroking my
hair, his cock still quite hard in my mouth.  Then he offered to suck mine.
So I undid my pyjama cord and he lay between my legs, his head bobbing up
and down on me till I came.  His shoulders felt nice and smooth as I
caressed him.  Then I put the light out and we went to sleep.  In the
morning we pissed together in the loo, and then had a proper naked sixty
nine.  He came first and I came as soon as I tasted his cum in my mouth. 
It was good sex....'

   'But you still didn't have him properly?'

   'In his bottom.  No.  That was about a week later, last Tuesday in fact.
It was lucky.  Lonny's Mum and Dad had to go to a funeral in Ireland and
Lonny didn't want to go.  They wouldn't leave him at home for the two
nights, but finally agreed he could stay if one of his friends stayed over
too.  That was me, of course.'

   'Two nights!'

   'Yeah!  Anyway, I went round there at six, and they were just leaving
for Gatwick, and by ten past six we were sitting on their sofa watching a
porn dvd.  You know the one, Gerald: it's where the blonde French boy
smokes a hookah pipe with three Arab lads, gets high, and they strip him
and fuck him in the arse, one after the other.  Very sexy!  I was hard even
before we sat down as I knew what I was going to do, and Lonny was soon
hard watching the blonde boy being stripped naked and caressed and fondled.
I could see the bulge in his shorts and knelt in front of him with my lips
on it, mouthing him through his shorts.  He told me it was great, and I
suggested we get naked like the boys in the film.  So we both stripped off
and then Lonny got up and went to his Dad's drinks cabinet.  His bum looked
lovely as he walked across the room and I could scarcely wait to have it. I
said I'd like something sweet, and he came back with two glasses of orange
brandy.  We sipped, watching the film and enjoying the look of the naked
boys, though the sex had not really started on the film yet.  We were
holding each other's cocks and when we had finished our first drink I
pulled him to me, held him tight, and kissed him on his lips.  I could feel
him tense up for a moment, and then relax, and I got my tongue into his
mouth in a proper lovers' kiss.  Then I felt his in mine and we sat there
for some time, lips together, feeling each other all over.

   Lonny got up and got some more of the orange brandy, and we sat watching
again.  The boy in the film was getting high: you could see his eyes
wandering, and the cameraman played some tricks to show how things were
getting vague for him.  This was what the Arab lads, who must have been
about seventeen to his thirteen, had been waiting for.  One of them, the
biggest and strongest, with a big cock, long and thick and with a large
purple helmet, lifted him up and turned him over so he was bent over the
sort of bench-cum-couch he had been sitting on.  One of the other lads
greased that cock with gel from a tube so it shone in the sunlight coming
through the window, and he spread some over the blonde boy's arsehole.  The
camera went to close-up as a dark finger slid into the pink arsehole and
worked the lube well into it.

   The French boy did not flinch at all as that huge knob pushed into him,
followed by the full length.  I heard Lonny murmur "Jeez", and felt his
cock grow even more and twitch in my grasp.  The French boy must have had
plenty of fucking before to take a cock that size, or perhaps it was the
drugs in the hookah.  I was feeling quite high as well, from the brandy,
and I expect Lonny was the same.

   "He's enjoying that!" Lonny was watching enthralled as the Arab fucked
his blonde with long slow sweeps of his cock, while the other two boys
fondled and squeezed the unfamiliar white flesh wherever their hands could
reach.  The blonde boy had that same vague look in his eyes and silly smile
on his face, when the camera switched from his arse to show his face.

   "I could fancy some of that, Lonny!"

   "What, being fucked in the arse.  I'd have thought it would hurt."

   "Look at his face!  He's loving it.  You could fuck me, Lonny, if you
want...."

   "Really?  I mean you really want me to fuck you, David."

   "I'd like that, Lonny.  You'll need some oil."

   "I'll get it.  I know where there's some."

   Again that lovely firm bottom and triangular back with swimmer's muscles
just beginning in his shoulders as he scampered to the stairs.  I heard him
run upstairs and then his steps on the stairs down, and there he was
holding a familiar looking bottle of baby oil.  "I wondered what the rents
used this for....perhaps she likes it like that."

   "Or him!"

   I knelt down and could feel Lonny fumbling around, trying to get the
right place and the right angle.  Finally I lost patience: I really wanted
it: I reached under me, grasped his cock, placed it and moved back an inch
so the knob slid into me.  I heard his intake of breath, but he did the
rest and pushed hard so the full length slid up and I felt his little
triangle of black hair against my bum.  Then he was fucking, but not slow
and luxurious like the film guys.  It was fast and furious, his thighs
crashing into my bottom, and his cock reaming my arse.  It only took him a
minute or two and I could hear him coming with his "Jeez!  Fuckin ace!  Oh
Yes!" along with panting and even faster fucking.  Then, of course it was
over and we collapsed together on the bed, his cock still twitching deep
inside me, and my cock still rock-hard and unsatisfied.  I could feel his
lips and tongue on my back, and knew he was not feeling any guilt or other
bad vibes: it had been good for him and still was.  Good!

   After a bit my arse expelled his cock, nearly limp by now.

   "My turn!"

   "I'm sure it'll hurt!"

   "I know how to prepare you...." And I did too, all I had to do was
remember how Gerald got me ready for his cock the first time.

   'And me too.  He was good at that.  He said we would play at Batman and
Robin.  We often did, but I was always Robin and he was always Batman.  And
it always ended with Robin's shorts round his ankles, and Batman's prick up
Robin's arse.'

   'Was he the first to fuck you?'

   'Yes.  I was thirteen, like you, David.  Long time ago.'

   'My Uncle showed me, I showed Bunny and you, and you showed Lonny.  Like
the ripples when you throw a stone in the pond....'

   'Did you mind, Bunny, I mean always being bottom never top?'

   'Lord no!  I couldn't get enough of it!'

   'Me too.  Anyway I got Lonny to kneel and started with parting his
buttocks and kissing his bottom hole, which I thought was very pretty. 
He's dark-skinned and has a brown and puckered little arsehole.  I kissed
it, licked around it, and stuck my tongue in.  He giggled, and I could feel
his arse pushing back at me.'

   "That's nice!"

   "It's called rimming.  Everyone likes to be rimmed." I worked away at
his arsehole with my tongue, cradling his near-hairless balls with one hand
and stroking his baby-smooth buttocks with the other.  After a bit it was
time to really work on it, so I dripped some oil over his arsehole and my
fingers and gently slid my index finger up him to the first joint.  He
didn't protest, so I slid right up.  Am I making you hard, Bunny?'

   'Shit yes!  What next?'

   'I made sure I found his prostate...  Gerald showed me where that is
too! ....and pressed on it each time as I finger fucked him.  I was kissing
and licking his back and had one arm under him so I could hold his cock
too, feeling it going hard again as I fingered him.  And his arsehole was
relaxing too, so I tried two fingers.  That was ok so I gave him three, and
still he was ok.  I told him I'd got three fingers up him, and that was
bigger than my cock so it would be ok.'

   "If you say so!  But take it easy for me..."

   He flinched as my knob went into him, and yelled that it hurt when I
slid my full length in.  But I didn't pull out.  I just rested there,
touching his bottom with my belly, until the spasm passed, and then started
to fuck, long and slow like the Arab guy (only now he was fucking hard
while the others stood around jerking off).  I wanted it to last, this
first fuck, but it was too exciting, so I gripped his hips and let him have
it fast and furious as he had fucked me.  I could feel his hand under us
jerking franticly at his cock, and then I was coming, squirting right up
inside him.  I finished and reached under him to find he had come too.  We
would have some wiping up to do!

   'Shit!  You make me randy, young David.'

   'Bunny, you be Robin and I'll be Batman this once.  I think you've got a
lovely, cute bum!'

   'You want to fuck me, David?'

   'Mm.'

   'OK then.  On my back or kneeling?'

   'I think kneeling is best!'

   Gerald watched as the boy positioned himself behind the kneeling man: he
had to pull that tanned arse down a few inches, bending Sydney further at
the waist, before the guy's anus was level with his pink knob.  Gerald
spread some lube on his friend, and then, more slowly and savouring the
feel of a young cock between his fingers, over David.  Sydney sighed, as
usual, as the cock penetrated him.  He could feel it all right, though he
was not stretched as a full-grown man would have done.  What the boy lacked
in size he made up for in enthusiasm as he fucked fast and furious.  Gerald
watched his hairless, boyish bottom clench and unclench as he drove his
cock home, withdrew and drove it in again.  Sydney was pushing backwards to
maximise the little cock's penetration, and then the boy started to slap
the kneeling arse with alternate hands, the smacks echoing round the walled
garden.  Gerald was amused: this was not something he had taught David: the
boy had made it up all by himself.  As for Sydney he was in ecstasy.  It
was not only the physical pleasure, though there was plenty and especially
now his bottom was being used to beat out the rhythm, but even more the
psychological pleasure of being fucked vigorously by a pretty, fit teenage
boy.  It was, after all, years since a boy had penetrated that willing
arse!

   All too brief though!  The fucking reached a violent crescendo and then
eased off, and he knew the boy had come.  He felt hands now stroking his
arse tenderly, and the caress of lips gently kissing him in the small of
his back.  If it was not love the boy felt for him, it was certainly
tenderness and gratitude.

   .............................................................

   Late aftenoon the three of them were by the pool again.  Their cocks
temporarily at least satisfied, balls emptied, they chatted in a desultory
way, soaking up the still powerful sun.

   'Have you ever been to the Alderman Park, Gerald?'

   'The meat-market?  Yes, occasionally.Why?'

   'After we had our pizza last week, Lonny and I walked back...it's only a
couple of miles.  We went past the toilets at the side of the Park, and he
wanted a piss, so I went in with him.  There was an old guy at the urinals,
and he was looking at Lonny and me while we pissed.  I mean at our cocks.'

   'Can't blame him!'

   'Anyway when we left Lonny told me the guy had a hard-on.  I couldn't
see that as Lonny was in the one next to him.  I told him the guy was
certainly looking to pick another guy up and then go into the park with
him. I told him guys have sex there, in the woods between the bandstand and
the lake all the time, all day as well.  He said he'd like to see that, so
we decided to go and have a look next day.  It was a bit creepy at night,
and probably dangerous.'

   'You're right there.  Not a good place at night.'

   'Anyway, we had some good sex in the morning, and this time Lonny wanted
me to fuck him first, and face-to-face, and then he had me kneeling like he
prefers.  Then we walked into town, and went through the Park.'

   'And?'

   'Well, there were several guys about, wandering aimlessly.  We went
deeper into the bushes.  There's a lot of little paths.  Then we found a
couple of guys at it.  One was bent over a fallen tree with his trousers
round his ankles and the other one was up his arse and fucking him nicely.
They were both fit, and we watched till the guy finished.  They didn't see
us!  Then there were a couple of guys laying on a blanket sucking each
other off.  They were a bit old and wrinkly, so we moved on.  I felt Lonny
up and he was hard.  So was I.  A guy looked hard at us, but then walked
away.'

   'Scared of fucking an under-age boy.  He'd have loved to though, I bet.'

   'We'd have liked to have sucked each other off there in the woods.  But
with all those guys about.'

   'You're right.  private is best.  Come here!'

  
...........................................................................
...

   Sunday morning, and although they showered together, and had their usual
hard-ons for each other, Gerald and Sydney did not have sex.

   'You reckon Lonny will come?'

   'David was sure he would.'

   'It's going to be great!'

   'Two boys!  Jesus!'

   The sun was quite high in the sky, and they had been dozing on the
air-bed for a long time, conversation at best desultory, when they heard
boys' voices in the drive.

   'They're here!'

   'We left our bikes round the corner.  Didn't want them visible from the
road.'

   'Good thinking, Robin!'

   David was already kicking his trainers off and pulling his t-shirt over
his head.  A second or two behind him, Lonny did the same.  Sydney felt his
cock stiffen as the boy's naked, hairless chest was revealed, and Gerald
was the same, though he was laying on his belly, propped on his elbows. 
Shorts joined shoes and shirts in a heap on the pool marble, and they stood
side-by-side, naked.  They could have been twins, the same trim, athletic
bodies, swimmers' shoulders and cute little butts, the one blonde and blue
eyed, the other mediterranean and sultry.  Both were hairless, except for
their pretty triangles of pubic hair, the one golden-curled, the other
fine, black curls.  They stood side-by-side, David grinning his usual sunny
smile eyes glittering, Lonny shy and retiring, eyes dark and sexy.  Sydney
could feel Lonny's eyes focussed on his cock, hard now the boys were naked.
He wondered what the boy was thinking.  "Jeez what a stonker!" Or perhaps
"Oh My God!  He'll never get that thing up my tight little arse".  Gerald
turned over, and the boy had a second hard, adult cock to look at.

   David should have introduced Lonny, of course, but boys are often a bit
careless of the formalities, especially when undressing for two naked men.
However, he could feel Lonny's nervousness and said, 'Two lengths....see if
you can catch me.' He turned and was in the pool in a graceful, racing
dive. Lonny laughed, turned showing the waiting men his pretty arse, and
followed his friend.  They struck out strongly, and it was a laughing Lonny
who a minute or two later heaved himself from the pool, a second ahead of
his friend.

   'I can always beat you, David!'

   The blonde boy heaved himself from the pool, and you could see his
biceps, developed early in this teen.

   'Come over here!' Gerald was eager to start the morning's amusement.

   'We're all wet, and cold!'

   'Never mind.  Come here.'

   David was in Gerald's arms, and Lonny lay down beside Sydney.  Sydney
rolled over on his side so their bodies were touching.  The boy was cold
against his sun-warmed flesh.

   'So you're Lonny.  I've been looking forward to meeting you.' He put and
arm round the boy and pulled him closer.

   'You must be Bunny.  David's told me all about you.' The boy could feel
the man's hand cupping his bottom cheek and pulling him even closer.  He
could feel the man's cack stiff against his thighs, and knew his own cock
had thawed out and was stiffening against the man's belly.

   'All good, I hope.'

   'Oh yes!'

   Sydney kissed him, and was over-joyed to feel the boy's tongue enter his
mouth.  He answered immediately with his tongue into the boy's.  Beside
them David was already sucking Gerald's cock, laying with his face on the
man's belly and cradling his balls as he took the length into his mouth.

   'I'd like to do that to you, like David is.'

   Sydney placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and gently pushed him
down till his cock was toching the boy's face.  He felt the warmth of the
boy's mouth around his knob, and groaned his pleasure as the boy accepted
the full length into his mouth.

   'You're big"!'

   'Not really.  Don't stop.  It's great.' He could see the boy jerking at
his own cock as he sucked and licked.  'That's real good.' The boy's bottom
was sun-tanned, but a lighter shade than his smooth back, and it looked so
appetising.  'Let me suck you for a bit, Lonny.'

   Lonny lay back, legs slightly apart and he looked so slim, so boyish and
yet so fit and athletic.  His little triangle of fine black hair and his
straight cock with its pink knob were so very inviting, reminding Sydney of
all those boys he had enjoyed when a teenager himself.  He kissed a
nut-brown nipple and felt it harden under his lips, and then the other one,
like a grain of barley as he tongued it.  Now he licked and kissed down the
front of the boy's hairless chest, over his flat belly, and saw his cock
twitch in anticipation as the man's face hovered over it.  Gently and
deliberately he took the boy's knob into his mouth and bore down till the
whole length was in his mouth, and his nose rested on that fine pubic hair.
The boy sighed and Sydney felt two hands holding his head.  He caressed
Lonny's belly and hips , fluttering his tongue up and down the trapped
cock.

   The baby oil was within reach, and still sucking at the boy's cock, he
squeezed some onto his fingers, and then stroked it onto the boy's anus: he
felt and saw the boy's legs open a bit more and took this as an invitation
to slide a finger up into his arse.  It was tight, gripping his finger, but
not too tight for him to start to finger-fuck, making sure he pressed
against the prostate with each push.

   Beside him, David was now riding Gerald's cock, astride him.

   'You going to fuck me, Bunny?' Lonny was looking at the couple beside
him, and David's pleasure was obvious.  He wanted some of this!

   'I'd like to.'

   'Be careful.  I've not done it often.'

   'I'll be gentle.'

   Lonny lay on his back again, and raised his legs.  The man slipped the
boy's ankles over his shouders and could now see the boy's anus glistening
with the oil and the finger-fucking.

   'I'll be gentle.' He placed his knob and pushed.  Lonny winced as the
knob entedered, but Sydney pushed again and the cock slid up the boy
easily. He could see it was hurting as Lonny bit his lips and his arse
gripped cock in a spasm.

   'David says you have to learn to like it, and then it's good.'

   'That's true.  Sydney taught me when I was your age.'

   He was fucking the boy now, slowly and carefully.

   'It's ok now', and as if to prove it was the boy had a hard cock again
and his little fist was around it wanking away at it as the man fucked him.
Sydney felt a sudden tenderness, and wished he could reach the boy's lips
to kiss him.  'you can do it harder if you want.' The boy's fist was flying
up and down his cock now, and he had managed to get some of the oil onto
it.

   'Jesus!  I'm gonna come.'

   Sydney saw the single spurt of thin cum between them, to lay glistening
over the boy's belly button, and the sight was so sexy he felt himself
coming too.  He fucked harder and faster, and then he was spurting deep
inside the boy.  The legs were released from his shoulders and they lay in
each other's arms, arse still gripping cock.  After a moment or two the
boy's anus expelled the cock, now only half-hard, and he giggled.

   'Hey!  That was ok.'

   'It was better than ok for me....'

   .............................................

   Gerald had knocked up some stir-fry vegetables and ckicken.  The men had
drunk a glass of wine, the boys cokes.  Naked round the table the talk was
all of sex, and soon the four of them were ready for more.  Gerald
suggested bed, and watch some porn.  The boys were eager.

   .............................................

   They watched the big-built guy in a business suit pick up a scruffy
looking teenage boy at some sort of funfair.

   'He looks a bit like you, David,'

   'Hope I'm a bit cleaner than he looks!'

   'The guy makes him take a shower before they go to bed.'

   'That figures.'

   The four of them, two boys and two young men lay propped against the
bedhead watching the film.  They watched the undressing: the guy was very
muscular and very hairy.  Even half-hard his cock looked big.  The boy was
slender and his skin was flawless and very, very white.  He had just about
as much hair as David, a little blonde triangle.'

   'He's pretty: I could fancy him.' David took Sidney's hand and placed it
on his own little triangle.  It was soon grasping a cock as hard as the
boy's in the video.  They watched the two shower, the man using the excuse
of soaping him down to caress every inch of the boy's body.  His hands
lingered over the cock and balls and especially on his arse.  The boy was
in his element, grinning and giggling.  In the bedroom the boy said
something to his man, and the big guy bent over to rummage in his trousers
on the floor, showing a powerful and stocky arse to the camera.  From a
wallet he took out some notes, counted them, and passed them to the boy,
who stuffed them in the pocket of his own jeans, on the floor.  The
currency was not British.

   'Why's there no sound, Gerald?'

   'No point.  It's all in Russian.  That boy would be illegal here. 
Illegal to film, or to fuck.'

   'Looks like a good way to earn some bread!' Lonny was quite eager:
Sidney was gently jerking at the boy's cock as they watched the porn.  'I
wonder how much it is in real money.'

   Sidney chipped in.  'A boy like that could get a lot I should think.'

   And Gerald added, 'Fifty for his mouth and a hundred for his arse.  Not
that I know of course.  Less as soon as he's legal, though.  May be legal
there for all I know.'

   'Jesus!'

   'You wouldn't enjoy it as much, Lonny, if there was cash involved,
believe me.'

   'Looks like he's enjoying it!.'

   The boy in the film had knelt on the bed and spread his arse cheeks with
both hands.  The camera had shown his pretty face flinch as the man's knob
entered him, but then a smile and a dreamy look in his eyes as the guy
shagged him.

   'You wouldn't think he could get a huge cock like that up such a small
bottom!'

   'Just goes to show.' David was now kneeling facing the foot of the bed,
still watching the video.  'Please, one of you.  Pulllease, one of you.  I
want it up me.'

   'Sydney looked at Gerald, who just nodded: Sydney reached for the lube,
and knelt behind the boy.  As his cock entered the willing arse, Lonny
knelt close beside them, Sydney passed the lube to Gerald, with a grin, and
watched while his friend greased his prick and ended up with a goodly
dollop in Lonny's arse crease.  The boy wiggled his arse provocatively,
playing the tart to perfection.

   It amused the two men to shag their boys in the same rhythm, cocks
moving in and out together like a well-drilled platoon on the barracks
drill-square.  The boys were silent, watching the dvd, which was
approaching its climax.  The big-built guy was fucking his slender little
chap vigorously, and like Lonny and his friend the boy in the dvd was
wanking his cock fast and furious.  The two men were concentrating on the
delightful bottoms and backs in front of them, caressing and stroking and
ignoring the film totally.  They caught each others' eyes and grinned. 
Gerald made a motion with his hand that was instantly understood, and they
changed over, Sydney now shoving his cock up the wide-open arse of Lonny,
and Gerald slipping up into David.  The fucking continued, faster and
faster, and small hands jerked at eager cocks as the boys knelt.

   Lonny found his mind wandering to thoughts about the film.  It occurred
to him that the boy was really enjoying his sex, as he, Lonny, was as well.
And why not do what the boy was doing, get some money for it as well?  He
was at least as good-looking as the boy in the film, and had better skin,
tanned and flawless.  His shoulders and arms were better too, and he
reckoned his arse was firmer than that boy's.  How much could he get for
his bum, he wondered.  Hadn't Gerald said fifty for his mouth and a hundred
for his bum?  Jeez!  And pleasure too!  His bottom was worth several times
as much as his mouth he guessed.  He must find out how much boys really
charged in England for sex.  He had a fair idea about where he could find
men: the Park Gerald had called the meat market but he needed to know the
going rate.  He would ask Gerald about it later 'just out of interest' and
if Gerald didn't really know somewhere on the internet he'd find the facts!
Also, what was the legal age, and was it the same for sucking and fucking?
And what happened to the boy if he was caught, and was it the same to the
man?  So many questions!  Gerald would know that!  Sydney, fucking him, was
about to come, and the thought of the hot cum spurting deep inside him
mixed with the promise of sex with lots of men and for pots of money
brought him off, spurting into his fist and over the bedspread.
The two men came at almost the same time, both reaching beneath their
boys to grasp balls and slippery cum-soaked cocks in larger fists as they

came.

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   Fin (for now)