Summer Fling

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. Also note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that anyway.

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A SUMMER FLING

by

G. Cutter

Hey nonny no - What a good way to start a English short story, it puts you in mind of rosy cheeked rustics dancing around maypoles etc etc. Well, none of that crap here... this one's smut plain and simple. Skies were blue, the sun was shining and there was a good breeze coming up Channel which was nice as I was on the Isle of Wight ferry and we'd just pulled away from Portsmouth Harbour Station. The school term had just finished so I and many other kids had started the long summer break. For me it would be the last, I'd got all the required A Levels and had applied for places at three Universities so now it was all down to a long wait. I wasn't too fussed, I'd be free for over a year and would probably take up some sort of a job to pay my way as I hadn't got weathy parents to sub me... a bit of envy there guys. All the same they had funded me for a month with an unncle aunt in Ryde, IOW. The Isle of Wight was quite well known for being very English (a bit too much in fact) and being an elephant's graveyard which meant that the bulk of the population were retirees but not all.

I'd had a fortnight the previous year when I'd been fifteen and my aunt and uncle had made modest efforts to amuse me and then left me to my own devices. In fact, I'd been given the use of their old caravan which was dumped at the end of the garden. I didn't mind, they were getting on a bit and I could pig out, wank my head off and listen to my music in peace. I ate with them and we chatted but that was about it, they were very good with me as at that age I didn't know if I was cuming or going. I'd got involved with the local doctor's son in a rather steamy boy relationship and it had turned out great fun, I'd lost my virginity to him and hadn't looked back from there on. Well, once the initial fumble and mandatory mutual masturbation was out of the way we progressed onto better things. The cracker was we never got caught and I don't think anyone suspected as I was fifteen and he was slightly older so there was nothing out of order with us being chums.

I hoped to see him this time around but he was working or so he'd said on the phone and hadn't seemed overly interested which was a bummer. Never mind, life is full of opportunity and the Isle of Wight in spite of the retirees was jumping with youngsters in 'the season' as they called it and as I've said my aunt and uncle weren't the supervisory sort.

I leant on the rail on the upper deck surveying the talent (and I mean young teeny boys and youth), one of my hobbies. One particular blonde caught my eye and to be honest I was thinking what a fine arse she had for a girl, quite boyish in fact, quite yummy as well in tight blue faded jeans. As she turned to chat to a pal I realised that she was a he, it was the shoulder length blonde hair that had done it. It (or he) was a bloody vision, the aforementioned long blonde hair... very eighties, tight jeans with the routine knee tears, a sweatshirt with a lightweight jacket a fresh face with a really cute pug nose. I was into creamy knicker mode instantaneously. My sixteen year old hormones had gone into overdrive.

I suppose I should say at this stage that I was the complete opposite, under six foot but skinny (slender sounds better). I was often called swarthy but that always sounds grubby to me, I preferred to think of myself as sallow or dark skinned. I was a smoothy darky though, no five o'clock shadow with this kid. I had black hair cut in an old fashioned crew on top and long at the side and back... Oh, yeah, I thought I was pretty dishy. Well, the doctor's boy Martin did anyway. Getting back to him, he was very assertive and initially treated me like a fuck toy but I got that sorted out in the end. Suffice to say he bottomed out OK although he did so with bad grace.

Back to the ferry... Blondy glanced down the deck and his gaze lingered on me for a moment and I swear there was something there, probably my imagination. His companions went inside possibly to head for the cafeteria or bar but he remained on deck and slowly walked aft towards the stern which was rigged as a sort of games area, I supposed I should have called it the poop deck but I'm a bit hazy on what they call the bits of ferries.

We cleared Blockhouse, the old Submarine Base and the bow took a dive, nothing to get excited about but most of the fair weather spectators headed for cover. It was a beautiful day although the breeze was a bit chilly and my man or boy was heading towards the stern with his long blonde hair blowing like a rather sexy young Viking I thought in my besotted imagination. He paused a couple of times and feeling like a complete wally or more like an amateur stalker I stopped as well. I studied him and I'm sure he must have been aware I was tailing him, in one instant he actually flashed me a quick grin. He was bloody beautiful, slim, trim and my fuses spluttered at the thought of him naked. Totally too much and absolutely wicked. I'd dream about this one for a month. I could even feel an erection below but it was painfully constrained in my tight briefs which made it even worse but at least I didn't have pointy camos.

He buggered around with some of the games equiupment and draped himself over the solid metal guardrail looking at the wake as it churned out behind us. We had begun to dip and roll a bit and the upper deck was deserted. It was then I moved in. I must admit I wasn't used to picking people up and was normally painfully shy but the worse he could do would be to tell me to fuck off. Feeling defeated already I sauntered upto him and leant over the rail about a yard away.

'Nice day,' I uttered the first thing that came into my mind and cringed. I sounded like a complete idiot.

'Yeah,' he replied in a surprisingly deep voice. Manchester or maybe Leeds, somewhere up that way definitely not a local boy.

'You holidaymaking or on business?' Another stupid remark and I felt myself redden which I hoped he put down to the wind.

'Nah, I'm on a school trip for a couple of weeks,' he stared at me and I noticed his green eyes and unblemished skin. 'You?'

'Staying with relatives for a month just outside Ryde.'

'Ah, Ryde.' He grinned. 'We're in a hostel or something on the outskirts it seems.'

'I probably know it,' I replied feeling a bit more comfortable now. I wondered how old he was, probably fourteen or fifteen. 'I've just finished with school so this is my official gap year I suppose.'

'Lucky you, I've got all that next year.' He looked at me and gave me that smile again. At least it firmly placed him at fifteen, old enough to know all about it and old enough to know how to do it but then again I was a master at making assumptions and normally the wrong ones. 'I was told it's pretty quite on the Island,' he looked at me seeming quite happy to chat.

'Depends if you like rambling or not, it's nice country, some nice cliffs and beaches. The night life if pretty good if you're into arcades and kiddy bars.'

'Not really,' he pulled a face. 'I expect we'll have a curfew, we have a school master minding us although he seems OK.'

'Probably.' I agreed 'Anyway, I'm Peter Cutter.' I stuck my hand out and he formally shook it. His grasp was warm and firm enough without being one of those silly knuckle crunchers.

'Simon Jones.'

'Won't your pals miss you Simon?' I made a point of getting his name in. Simon, I loved it, it suited him, Sweet Simon, Sexy Simon... aah.

'Nah,' he shrugged as if unconcerned. 'They'll all be chatting about the birds they're gonna swag.'

'Not on the Isle of Wight they won't,' I laughed. 'Unless they like them on zimmer frames.'

'Yeuchy,' he laughed. 'You got a girl friend awaiting you, Pete.'

'No, not my style.' Well, his question had been a bit personal with a near stranger but I'd handled it well He now had something to think about and that is making another big assumption: Was he all that interested anyway.

'And what's your style?' He gazed over the stern and I was fucked. Hoist on my own petard as they say, I was gazumped. I looked at the side of his face with the light downy hairs reaching down in front of his ears and the thicker mass hiding his collar.

'Oh, I dunno,' I felt like a prat, I'd started something and I didn't know how to finish it .

'I've got to have a pee,' he stood up and clasped the rail. 'Any idea where things are on this barge?'

'I'll show you.' God was on my side. As we wobbled across the deck which had a fair bit of movement in it I noticed that he was as tall as I was which was around five feet ten but probably not so muscular. He certainly didn't seem too concerned with the ferry bobbing up and down, most of the passengers would be honking up by now as the further we got into the Solent the more the bow was going up and down and it would be termed a bumpy ride by the regulars. Past the Island in the open Channel it would be rough but the Spithead and the Solent were sheltered waterways or so they said.

The toilets or the heads were the same as on most ferries and passenger ships, you peed into a bowl suspended on the wall (or bulkhead) and there was what they call a modesty panel between the fittings. I went in first and was surprised to see him stand right alongside me which is unusual. Most people opt for at least one space between but Simon didn't and that's when it grabbed me. He either wanted a peep or he wanted peeping at, possibly a combination of the two. Of course I took advantage and had a look to be rewarded by the sight of a long uncircumcised boy cock being stretched and squeezed and then shook about. I knew he ogled me as well but no matter, we now both knew what each other had to offer.

'Wanna go up front?' He grinned at me and I grinned back, I must have past the test.

'Forrard.' I corrected him.

'Whatever,' he laughed. 'Unless you have some bright ideas.'

'The boat deck, up above. It's nice and cosy by the funnel.'

'Private?' He reddened slightly.

'When there's a bit of a blow,' I looked at him directly. 'As private as you'll get on a ferry.'

'Come on then,' he smiled nervously and his voice broke in a squeak.

I led the way and don't forget I had done this trip in company and on my own a few times so I did know my way around the ferries. I knew all the life rafts and other safety equipment were racked around the base of the funnel and it was a bit of a labrynth, a good place to find a bit of privacy and out of the wind. It would normally be infested with kids but not today I fancied.

'It's deserted,' I declared as we climbed up the steps to the upper deck. Hardly surprising with the smoke and the wind blowing in all over the place. I imagined the ferry was probably less than half full and we had the place to ourselves. 'In here,' I led around some lashed down deck furniture into an alcove.

'What's this?' He gave me a little smile. 'Peter's little parlour?'

'Privacy.' I took the supreme risk and hoped that I'd read his body language right. I reached out and held his waist pulling him in. He resisted for just one moment and he was in my arms.

'Thank God,' he gave a gusty sigh and melted into my arms. My hands went inside his jacked and I could feel his slender frame though his sweat shirt. 'Thank God for that.' he tilted his face up and I softly kissed him on his sweet lips and that was the final gamble. He kissed me back and I felt his slippery tongue probe at my lips and then my teeth, I also felt his groin pressing against mine, this kid was desperately needy.

'Thank God,' I agreed through the kiss.

'How long we got?'

'Not long, anyone could take it into their head to wander up here.'

'Fuck it,' he grinned and then I felt his hand down between us and he gently held the fork of my camos. 'Mmmmm...' his eyes sparkled. 'I've got to see you over the fortnight, we've got to get together.'

'Closely?'

'As close as we can get,' he giggled and guided my hand down to the front of his jeans. I was chuffed to feel the hardness and the length within. He wasn't a midget in the dick department and he was hard and he was willing. I had no more worries about his body language, he wanted me and I wanted him and for a little bit more than a kiss and a cuddle.

It would be nice to say (making a very short story) that we stripped off and had romantic and meaningful sex there and then but, of course, we didn't. We weren't fuckin' mad, it was blowing a gale and the smoke from the funnel was swirling about nearly choking us. However, we did have a good fumble and an even better snog. more importantly we determined that we were both serious. We weren't kids, well, not really and we had desires by which I mean the dirty ones. We both wanted to go the whole hog and root (good one that).

'I gotta see you over the holiday,' I rasped nuzzling his smooth neck and fondling his soft bottom. 'A couple of sleepovers.'

'Hey, slow down,' he laughed.

'What..?' The disappointment must have showed in my face.

'Yeah,' he giggled. 'Yeah, to the sleepover but I'm in some sort of a hostel. How are you fixed at your place?'

'No probs, I had a mate stopped over with me last year. Believe it or not I use a caravan at the bottom on my uncle's garden.'

'Wow, weird,'he giggled. 'A bit primitive.'

'Who cares if you're in bed with a beautiful boy.'

'Flattery will get you everywhere,' he laughed again. 'Naked in a caravan under the stars in Peter's strong arms,' he whispered and I felt his cold hands slip under my jumper and stroke my bare skin. 'So smooth as well,' he sighed and I felt his hardness mash against mine through his jeans and my camos.

'We'd better get undercover, it's starting to rain.'

'Yeah,' he regretfully pulled free and looked at me with a shy smile. 'Shall I get our address, phone number and whatnot and let you know. We are going to meet again?'

'Damn right,' I grabbed him for the last time and reeled him in for a kiss, this time my tongue went straight into his mouth and we swayed together in the drizzle for one glorious moment and then it was over.

We went down into the saloon where his cronies were sitting chatting and a couple of them were looking a bit green, not all were good sailors it seemed and I sat with them. I got a vague introduction but none of them seemed all that bothered. A funny bunch but it was explained by the fact that most of them hardly knew each other, they came from different schools and even different towns. I gathered the reason was it was just about the cheapest of the school trips and it looked to be an upcoming nightmare although doubtless they'd get friendlier as time passed in close company. They'd only had the meeting, the train trip and now the ferry to get acquainted and at least three of the dozen were feeling 'slightly ill'. You've got to laugh at that one but things were calming down as we got in the lee of the island and Simon managed to find me a copy of his address and phone number.

Serendipity strikes.

'Two streets over from my aunt and uncle's,' I grinned feeling like a dog that's nicked a bone.

'Brill,' he smirked. 'I could come around once we've settled in.'

'I could come and collect you once I've said hello to my people,' I said quietly. 'A good intro goes a long way.'

'So it does,' he grinned and I felt his leg press against mine under the table.

We spent some time poring over his paperwork, meal times, trips around the island, free time, blah, blah, blah. It was a bit of a potmess of a schedule and the bulk of it was voluntary, they didn't have to do the things outlined if they didn't want to. One thing they had to do and that was liaise with their 'minder' which seemed fair enough, he was their surrogate parent after all. I noted that their first full day (which was tomorrow) was a free day and another interesting fact, they would be accomodated two to a room.

'You could get lucky here,' I said as the others started to move around, we were slowing for the berthing.

'I've got lucky already,' he grinned. 'Peter and his little caravan.'

'I'll pick you up around seven,' I handed him a slip of paper with my address and details on. 'See if you can get a night out... no harm in asking.'

'Worth a go,' he shrugged and grinned. 'Dunno who my room mate will be,' he eyeballed the other kids who seemed to range from around thirteen to his own age.

'You could get lucky,' I grinned and he could. He wasn't the only good looker although in my eyes he was the pick of the crop.

We parted when we disembarked and my uncle was there as promised in his old car. We had an amiable enough get together and he was full of the improvements he'd done to 'my' caravan on the way back to the house. I slipped in the fact that a friend of mine was staying in a local hostel and I might wish to invite him around and possibly stop over but he didn't seem overly interested. In fact, I don't think he was even listening, he was too busy talking.

'You'll miss your pal, Martin. He's gone to Italy for two or three weeks.' He informed me.

'It happens,' I laughed. A minor complication out of the way, now I could really concentrate on Simon. God, I needed him so much. I hadn't had any boy contact for months, I just wanted to get naked with him and do what boys do.

'Mary's got a lunch going,' he told me as we drew up at the house. 'I'll give you a tour of your new snuggery after we eat.'

'Fine, much appreciated Uncle Freddy.'

'I was a boy once,' he laughed. 'You don't want to live in with a pair of old farts and we don't want you flopping around the place like a dead fish,' he looked at me. You do your thing and we do ours... fair enough?'

'Fair enough,' I agreed. 'Thanks all the same, I'll try not to be too much bother.'

'You won't be, you're a good lad,' he declared confidently.

Aunt Mary did a good meal as she always did and I was well and truly bloated at the end of it. However, no rest for the wicked and I was in for a pleasant surprise. My uncle was an all round hobbyist and the interior of the caravan was changed in many ways. The bed and it's compartment had found it's way to the end, the small toilet and kitchen space had been combined and streamlined somehow making a larger lounge. This was all on a small scale all the same but he had opened things out. It was nuch better and a job well done, he must have spend days on it.

'Your cousins Jimmy and Joseph had two weeks in here a month ago, they liked it.' He looked at me expectantly.

'I should hope so,' I looked at him. 'It's bloody brilliant.'

'Excellent,' he grinned. I'd made his day and the thought of Simon on that bed made my toes curl, the other thing straightened out. The great thing was he'd got an old TV and tape machine from somewhere and I knew there was a rental shop down the road. The millenium had actually arrived and by hooky or by crooky I was entertaining later on. Hot water this time around,' he pointed out a new tap and washbasin. 'I was thinking about a shower unit in time.'

'Great.' Shortly after that he made off leaving me to it after informing me that an evening meal would be available around six with the usual proviso or the standard rule from last holiday, keep Aunty Mary informed if I'd be in or out. I flopped out on the bed which was just as comfortable as I remembered and idly wondered what my two cousins got upto in here. Jimmy was eleven and Joseph was thirteen I think but don't quote me on that, a right age for fuckery I would have thought but as brothers maybe just playing around.

I had a bit of a nap and thought thoughts, needless to say these were about Simon and in the main were fantasies of me shagging his pert little white bottom. More assumptions but pretty safe and I wondered if he went both ways. I must admit I'd got a bit of a taste for boy cock after my last stay on the Island but Simon was a lot less butch (for want of a word) than Martin. I could enjoy it with Simon and hoped that he wasn't a little girl, that would be too cruel. OK, OK... so I was into two way, I much preferred to be the dominant partner but there was also a certain buzz in letting your mate have his fill... two happy bunnies were better than one after all. Still half asleep I tottered out for supper having not even bothered changing. I had a bit of groundwork to lay with the aunt and uncle. To be blunt I don't think they gave a toss what I did but a bit of spade work wouldn't go amiss.

Over supper I explained that Simon was an old schoolchum and that it was a complete accident that I'd met him on the ferry. We were very close mates, etc. etc. They seemed to swallow it hook line and sinker or maybe they were completely disinterested, it was always hard to know with them. In fact, they were a strange pair, they had a grown up son who lived up in Scotland and they seemed to take in myself and other cousins quite regularly, feed us, look after us and then have not the slightest interest in what we got upto. Or maybe it was just me, I'd like to think they were more careful or caring with my two young cousins, Jimmy and Jo-Jo who were a pair of tearaways.

After supper I told them I was going to walk around to see Simon and he may or may not sleepover,. Apart from telling me not to play my music too loud and giving me a key to the backdoor that was it. I was on my own. I phoned Simon on the way and told him I was coming over, he just told me his room number and I was on my way. Had he got night out or hadn't he? I'd find our very shortly, failing the night out I'd have to shag him around the back of the hostel.

I found it in the end and it all looked pretty quiet seeing it was dedicated to kids visiting the Island. I asked a couple of lads in the reception area and they pointed me up the stairs and after a bit of a search in the gloomy and unlit corridors very similar to those sleazy hotels you see in the CSIs I found it. I could hear the tinny sounds of a radio and knocked on the door. He opened up and to my dick jerking delight he was bare chested and he grinned and invited me in.

'Be shocked,' he whispered and I was. There were two single beds in the room with minimal furniture but there was a naked boy on one of the beds face down displaying a cute, pert, munchable, kissable and totally groin enhancing bottom. 'That's Jerry,' he grinned widely.

'Aw, shit. You could tell me if someone's coming in,' the boy, Jerry hurriedly pulled a towel over himself as he rolled on the bed to lay on his back. 'Hello,' he looked at me and I saw he was thirteen or possibly fourteen. Simon had got lucky big time.

'Hi. Jerry,' I put on my best smile and spoke to Simon. 'Did you get any luck with your minder, master, whatever he is.' I was referring to the night out of course.

'Yeah, he was OK but he wasn't to happy with me leaving Jerry alone on his first night.'

'Have fun,' Jerry scowled. I'll be with Mick and Charles most of the night, we're gonna play pool and watch some TV. Maybe even have a wander around later.'

'His mates,' Simon explained although I'd worked that one out for myself.

'He staying round at yours tonight?' Jerry asked being nosey as kids are.

'Yeah,' I grinned. 'We go back a bit... old pals.'

'Yeah,' Jerry grinned and I could see he didn't believe a word I'd said. I probably fucked up. Simon could have said we met on the ferry and I'd gone and put my foot in my big mouth but sod it, it was nothing to do with Jerry after all. From what I'd seen when I entered the room he was either a complete innocent or he was putting himself on offer, let's face it, lots of naughty boys would have been sitting on his bed chatting him up with a view to you know what. Kid's don't often lay around naked at least not on their first night with a complete stranger.

'I'll be with you in a minute,' Simon raked around for a shirt and I sat on his bed trying to keep my eyes neutral and that means off of both him and the modestly covered Jerry. I now had two wet dreams fixed in my imagination.

Just before Simon finished getting himself sorted out Jerry rolled over onto his belly again giving another flash of his gently rounded little bottom befopre pulling the towel over himself. In trhe process he gave me a cheeky little smile and I could have sworn he gave me a wink or he had a tic in one eye. I preferred to think wink, it did my ego the world of good. Perhaps the trip was for a party of juvenile gays, stranger things happen nowadays.

'So, how's your people... aunty and uncle isn't it?'

'Yeah, they're fine. Usual thing with them, they're on another planet.'

Simon laughed. 'That Jerry's something else, I'm sure he's putting it around - I just got that feeling.'

'So did I,' I agreed with him. 'Cultivate him, bring him around my place if he looks like he wants to play.'

'You don't mind?'

'Not as long as I have first grab at you.'

'Guaranteed,' he laughed as we walked into town. I thought we could pop in a coffee shop or sometrhing, no point in rushing back it was barely seven and it wouldn't even start to get dark until nearly nine. We did have all night together after all and in a funny way I was nervous. It was all too good to be true, there had to be a plane engine drop on the caravan like the Donny Darko film or a bloody tsunami or earthquake. I never got this lucky. Achieving a shag on a first date, just not my style. Even Martin, the doctor's son had taken three nights before he actually got inside me, mind you, they were a bloody good three nights.

We stayed out until it started to get dark, I took Simon around the waterfront pointing out the sights for what they were worth and eventually wandered back home. As a matter of courtesy I dragged him into see the relatives as they were my hosts after all and the aunty made us a mug of cocoa apiece to get us on our way but I could see that they were more interested in their televison than my guest. I seemed to remember that they told us there would be a breakfast for nine o'clcock and then I suppose we were effectively dismissed, put it this way, the conversation dried up so we made our escape.

I pointed out the outside toilet to Simon which was a bit antique but even lovers need toilets and privacy, we were now about to get to the privacy bit. It had been a long day for me and a longer one for Simon but I don't think either of us were thinking about sleep, we had other things on our minds.

'Hey, nice... wicked,' Simon grinned. 'A little love nest.'

'Bed time as well,' I switched on the radio after locking the door of course and grabbed him in a bear hug and at last we relaxed. I felt him in my arms and slowly peeled his lightweight jacket off leaving him in a well washed sweat shirt which I delved into clasping his firm young torso. He had a t-shirt on under the sweat but I was inside that handling his warm flesh bearing him back onto the bed. Of course, he wasn't a shy boy he was busy at my waistband and zip but we abandoned the undressing for a super snog. We were going all the way with this one, I knew what I was doing and he was certainly no virgin so we just pigged out on each other, I think they call it foreplay.

'Jeez, that's big,' he'd finally got his hand inside my camos and was fondling my erection through my boxers and I was leaking. I groaned and pumped into his hand but I was also struggling trying to dispose of his sweat and the undershirt which I did in the end exposing his pale skinned chest and his beautifully flat belly complete with cute innie navel. Being blonde he was smooth other than some silken hairs under his arms and as to what lay below... I was about to find out. I shucked off my top gear and we got down to it as we writhed around on the bed getting rid of his jeans and my camos and at last we lay near naked, he in tight briefs and me in my baggy boxers. We both sported hardons naturally enough and I was glad to see that he was no baby, he may look girly and he was certainly slim and trim rather than well built as I was but he had his quota of boy cock and he just lay there with a smile on his face as I slowly drew down his tighties gradually exposing his long and surprisingly thick spike. He was as big as I was down there in spite of his lack of bodily bulk and I held it gently examining it in detail.

A large and well formed glans, dark red now and it's skin was as tight as a drum as he strained in my hand slowly moving his hips up and down as I gently wanked his beautiful cock, The shaft was hot and hard and a good handful but as for pubics, they were sparse as his underarm hair and just as silken. His scrotum was up tight and heavy... his boyish form gave no indication of his mansized equipment that was for sure. Just as an aside, this kid would give as good as he got and in a funny way I was looking forward to it.

'Stop playing about,' he giggled. 'Get those boxers off and let's compare notes.'

That is exactly what I did and at last we lay naked together my darker skin against his paleness. I think on reflection my equipment was a bit bigger than his and I certainly had more in the way of pubics but we weren't up for best in class, we were going to make love and he made the first move in the main game. He had been nuzzling at my neck and kissing my throat but he started to move down and I ran my fingers through his long hair as his lips drifted across my chest and down onto my belly. I sighed my satisfaction as he grasped my penis and I felt the first swipe of his tongue and then his mouth took it in and I nearlt fainted as his warmth and wetness began to move on me.

'Spin around,' I croaked and manhandled him around on the bed, I took the opportunity to caress his smooth little boy bottom as he reversed. It was beautiful, so smooth, so tiny and so tight. I felt my hardness twitch in his mouth as he sucked and positioned his crotch above my head. Gently holding his stiff meat steady I guided it down to my mouth and took my first taste of his meaty essence. I heard him groan around my cock and I held his soft buttocks as he slowly pumped up and down into my mouth.

He started up on top and then we went down onto our sides anfter that I took up the crouch and he lay flat. We tok our time and in the end we both came about the same time, I gagged on his huge cum and he swallowed me quite easily gobbling and gulping like he was really enjoying himself. Then again, why not. I liked his cum, I liked his taste and I liked the way his hardness began to soften but didn't shrink, it remained at it's extented length. Simon was ready for me he just needed a breather and then for the real big event. I was going to shag his little white bottom so hard he'd be screaming for more... well, that was the dream, how it would turn out was anyone's guess.

'You cum loads,' he grinned happily as he snuggled upto me and we exchanged kisses again although this time the smear of cum was on our lips and faces.

'So do you,' I stroked his soft and slippery cock feeling the heat and the hardness beginning again. 'Randy Boy.'

'Yeah, I'm sex starved,' he glanced at me and went serious suddenly. 'Tell me, you do both... you do go both ways.'

'I go both ways,' I stated without any shame. 'Especially with someone like you.'

'Great,' he smiled. 'You're a dish, I couldn't believe it when you started following me around on the ferry.'

'Yeah, a bit soppy but we got there in the end.'

'The preview in the bogs helped' he laughed and we rolled inwards to face each other both grasping each others awaken members (terrible word)... we grabbed each other's cocks, how's about that for blunt.

'You've got a yummy bummy,' I softly ran my hand over his smooth buttocks tracing my forefinger down his crack. As he didn't object I wiggled it a little and felt it slip between his soft mounds which suddenly became hard as he flexed and clamped on my probes.

'You say the naffest things,' he grinned and pursed his lips as my finger moved in and out. 'That kid, Jerry's got big dick for a brat,' he remarked conversationally. 'And a sweet arse.'

'Gimme an intro when you've cracked it,' I pulled him in tightly and rolled onto my back so that he was on top. He opened his legs and this time my fingers found his tight little hole and pushed and prodded a little more forceably.

'A threesome,' he giggled and wriggled around and as he did I felt his dry boy fanny reluctantly yield and then I was into his inner heat and his tightness. 'Aaaaah...' he gagged a moan and I felt his hardness moving against my own. He was so ripe he was falling off the tree and I had just the stuff to move things along. I slowly and gently slipped from under him and coaxed him into laying on his belly which he did quite happily, the next thing was I left him for a brief second and got my trusty Savlon from my patch pocket in the camos.

'What's that,' he looked over his shoulder curiously and it seemed expectantly.

'Savlon.'

'I thought that was for burns, it's always in those First Aid kits you get.'

'It has other uses,' I grinned and knelt with my knees forcing his apart, he must have known it was time as he wriggled himself comfortable even dragging a pillow down and tucking it under his middle.

'Take it easy,' he whispered and sexily wriggled his pure white bottom. and opened his legs even wider in an open invitation.

God, I could see his little puckered surround and his smooth hole and taking a glob of Savlon fron the tub softly smeared it dead centre and gently pushed. My finger slipped inside him disappearing down to the knucle and he gave a little gasp and clamped on me but it was to late. My finger was moving in and out and he made little flexing and relaxing moves in time to my thrusts.

'Nice,' I hissed as his heat and tightness gripped my oiled finger and I hit the button.

'Oooooh... Peter,' he whined and pushed up onto my thrusts. 'Jeez, I'm so hard.'

'Soon, baby,' I crooned and smeared some of the white lotion on my glans, not too much as I didn't want a sloppy ride and I'm sure Simon didn't want that either.

'Do me,' he demanded clamping his bottom and expelling my finger. His hole gaped for a moment and slowly closed but it was ready, he wasn't a virgin and as he made little muscular contractions his tiny ring pouted as if begging for cock and cock was what he was going to get. I placed my swollen glans dead centre and pushed. 'Aaaah...' he clenched the bedding and moaned but the initial penetration was quickly done, I was inside his lovely bottom and moving. As he lay there sighing and moving arund on me I carefully fucked my way into his sweet gut until I felt my pubes press againmst his soft bottom. One shove from him and a pressure from me and I was in totally and deeply... we were joined and my six inches (or whatever it was) of youful cock was burried in his tunnel of love. He was mine and later on I'd be his. 'Wowsers... that's big,' he groaned and I felt him clamp and ease on me. 'Donkey Kong,' he sniggered and relaxed.

'Sweet Cheeks...' Yeah, I know. What a load of tripe but when you're doing it with someone you really like rather that the casual shag you do get to say things you'd rather forget. At the time I meant every word I said. He was perfection to me, my ideal and mine for the night and I started slowly but things soon got out of hand. In the end we finished kneeling 'a la doggy' and I gave him a good, solid and very meaty fucking. He loved it, he whined and moaned but he kept pushing back onto me and at the end begged me to go harder and deeper as if I could. My knob must have been in the back of his throat as it was and he was fabulous. I didn't know how much experience he'd had and I didn't want to as I held his narrow hips and plundered his little love nest, his sweet bottom. He was as hard as a rock and dribbling in spite of his earlier cum but as he tried to wank I removed his hand, he'd thank me later. The only place his boy juice was going was in me not onto the bedding. I had wants and needs as well and one of them was his warm smoothness on me and in me.

'Ooooooh, Sy,' I rammed in hard and deeply as I felt my juices take their burning path from my root to my tip and then surge, splash and spurt into his tightly clamped bum.

'Ooo...er,' he pushed back for the last time and his head dropped covering his face with his long blonde hair. I slowly moved messily inside him and stroked his sweaty torso as we collapsed onto the bed. It was done and he was still glued to me and I still moved albeit slowly inside his spunk flooded gut. I'd done good and was feeling proud of myself. We made a good pair and we'd make it a damn sight more than once a night of that I was sure. 'Messy, messy,' he whispered as I slowly slid free and placed a towel between his legs.

'You alright?' I cuddled his sweaty body.

'I'm full,' he grinned.

'I'm fucked,' I retorted.

'Not yet,' he did a Groucho Mark with his eyebrows which isn't easy especially when you haven't got a lot. 'I'd like to watch you doing that Jerry.'

'Perv.'

'You can watch me as well.'

'OK, no probs.' I laughed. 'But not tonight.'

'Not tonight,' he agreed. 'But soon?' He looked at me like a little puppy and I laughed. He was on holiday and wanted as much as he could get, suited me. I'd look after him and anyone else he wanted to bring into our little circle or maybe a budding circle would be a better description. He was dreaming after all but to complete the night it was his turn now and I was looking forward to it in a funny way. I was also thinking about Jerry's naked body or what I'd seen of it.

'Jesus, you're getting hard again,' he looked at me and laughed. 'Some stamina.'

'Some boyfriend,' I countered and dragged him onto myself relishing his sweatiness, his warm body and the hardness between his legs, my lover was ready to go. I slid free and spent some time plugging him with a bit of towel, I was a bit proud that my spunk was oozing from his hole, I'd excelled myself and was feeling a bit bigheaded until he settled me down and mounted me shedding his femme bit like a cloak. I put it down to the Abba haircut and that was the blonde girl I was talking about, also his rather girly features made for sweetness rather than macho man but once he started to work that long pole of his up into my belly I changed my mind. This was no bitch boy, far from it, he gave as good as he'd got and deep in my heart I was as chuffed as a little girl. At last an equal partner and as he rumped me I quite happily pushed back onto his rampant hardness and squeezed hard on his youthful cock.

'You're a good fuck,'; he growled effortlessly slipping in and out of my well relaxed ring. 'Good fuck for a Butch Boi,' he giggled.

'The night is young,' I said at a loss for words for once. 'Harder, Sy.'

He grunted quite happily and soon the caravan was silent other than the slap of his smooth, well muscled belly slapping on my bum as he worked for his climax. He finished up laying on my sweat sheened back with his lips on my neck and his long hair trailing down the side of my face. I was gone, I was in love at least for this holiday and as soon as I'd got my breath back I was going to give him a long slow one, I couldn't get enough of his sweet boy fanny and from the sounds he was making he was equally taken with mine.

Birds of a feather flock together... sounds good. Like minded boys get glued together... Nah, doesn't scan but you get the message. Later on inbetween cuddles, snogs, sex and sneaking out to the toilet we even found time to chat about Jerry who Simon found out was, in fact, thirteen and somewhere along the line he moved from the Wish List to the Hit List. Chloroform might come into it but we were both determined to get him into that caravan. Bloody amazing what you find to talk about in the early hours of the morning huddled under a mountain of blankets and a couple of duvets. The place smelled like a bordello but what's new and as we finally drifted off to an uneven sleep I dreamt of Jerry laying between us being used and abused by both (natch).

We were awake early but that's routine in a caravan, apart from being cold birds jumping around on the tin roof tend to get you going.

'You awake, Pete,' I felt Simon snuggled up against me and I also felt his hardness pressing against my side.

'Just.'

'What time is it?'

'Just gone five.'

'Holy Hell, Batman.'

'Exactly,' I rolled in to face him and have a snuggle, I love the early morning bit. Getting closer and closer until we were nearly mating and by the way sharing our body heat. We had stacks of bedding but it was still cold and the thought of scurrying across the garden to the toilet was out of the question. 'How do you feel this morning?' I asked doing my host bit.

'Randy,' he giggled and he guided my hand down onto his penis. He was right, he was as hard as an iron bar and I slowly moved his covering skin on the hard inner shaft as he clung to me and his lips nuzzled at my neck. 'I'll have to stay in the Club tonight, I can't stay out too many nights.'

'I know,' I admitted and it was pretty obvious that he couldn't be under someone's charge and then disappear for days or even nights. Maybe two a week would be OK or even next weekend but we had to maintain some sense. My relatives wouldn't mind, they didn't know what day it was but his Club would and especially whoever was responsible for him. 'You'll be able to work on Jerry,' I whispered and God know's why I was whispering. 'If he doesn't attack you first.'

'You think he's a goer? He giggled and slowly fucked into my hand.

'Got to be after yesterday's performance. You don't act like that with a complete stranger unless you're looking for trouble or a bit of a fumble.'

'He's pretty tasty anyway.'

'Yeah, did you see his front bit?'

'No,' Simon laughed. 'I got a flash but apart from seeing he had dark pubes that was all I saw... he was so bloody quick.'

'Nice bum though.'

'Indeedy,' he grasped my hardness and moulded it to his own slowly wanking the two together as I moved my hands onto his smooth flanks savouring the smoothness and texture of his firm bubbles. 'I bet you'd think I was a slag if I turned around and shoved my bum onto your stiffy...'

I might,' I admitted. 'But I wouldn't say so, I'd just be grateful... and gentle.'

'Fair enough,' he giggled again and rolled away from me presenting his bum and I just smeared some spit on the end of my knob and entered his hole still moist from the last performance and still as incredibly tight and welcoming. 'Yessss...' I clung to his back working my hips and moving inside him until my pubes crushed up against his soft bottom.

'I could get to llike this,' he whispered and pushed back firmly sealing the union and we lay silent for a moment in the still of the dawn as my meat nestled in his damp boy cunt. It was wonderful and even more so as I began to move and he did in unison. We fucked well together and I was over the moon. What a way to start a holiday, one bedded and one in the gunsights. I blew his long hair aside and kissed his smooth neck as he pressed back against my advances. I took my time, there was no rush and it was a nice way of keeping warm, it beat central heating any day of the week.

When I came in him it was a good one again, we were getting used to each other. I slipped free and rolled over, he rolled at the same time and gave me a nice lazy fuck like I'd did for him. I was still shellshocked how a slender and girly kid like him could be such a good fucker but you shouldn't stereoype people and Simon was a bit on a one off.

'I suppose I've got to fraternise with the hoi poloi today, we have to discuss where we're going to visit and yaddah, yaddah.' he looked a bit miserable for a moment and then smiled. 'When am I seeing you again?'

'Tomorrow, I'll meet you for breakfast in your cafeteria. I'm going to spend the day getting the right side of Uncle Fred and tell a pack of lies about you. How we've know each other for years, etc, etc.'

'Will he believe you, my accent isn't exactly posh.'

'Nor is mine,' I grinned. 'Just a bit further south than yours.'

'I'm gonna try a bit of charm on Jerry tonight, maybe do a flopping around naked fresh from the shower bit.'

'Do that with me and it'd be instant shag.'

'Maybe with him, who knows?' We relaxed again and eventually got up and had a very superficial tidy in Uncle's makeshift washup but at least we had hot water and after that we had the breakfast promised and I walked Simon back to his place. I spent the morning raking around doing a bit of shopping and basically cruising. There were a lot of holidaymakers around but on the bottom line I had Simon and an outside chance at Jerry so I wasn't too fussed.

It had turned out quite warm and Uncle Fred had me working in the afternoon. I might have skirted on the point that he was a hobbyist or a do-it-yourself freak and he got it into his head to rig up an open air shower. The good bit was that it was clearly for myself and the assorted cousins who visited the place so we stationed it on the caravan's hidden side, that was hidden from the house. There was a gap of around ten paces between the 'van and the overgrown hedge so it was a perfect place. I copped the donkey work of course which was lifting the turf for the hose and digging a trench of approximately six inches. Very rough and ready but it ran off the yard tap and would be ideal for long sweaty days which going by today's weather could well be on us. It looked like I'd picked the right month although the nights would still be cold. I wondered if I could talk him into a heater, we did have electricity in the 'van already but I didn't want to impose, he wasn't a rich man at all, just very willing.

Strange really, for a pair that had no children they entertained all sorts of nephews (to them), cousins (to me) and then completely ignored them when they arrived. Suited me all the same and I wondered how my two little lads Jimmy and Joseph got on. They were a pair of little blondes and my favourites, I lusted hotly after both but had yet to score, if I ever did. The thing was I couldn't remember how old they were, eleven and twelve or twelve or thirteen. Twelve and thirteen sounded nice and about right.

The day wore on and after all the digging and replacing I had to give Uncle Fred a demonstration of the shower in action. I did this in a pair of boxers of course, I didn't want to put any ideas into his mind although I didn't think for a minute he was that way inclined, no point in pushing your luck all the same. I had my supper with them and had a mooch around in the evening. Not the same without Simon, however, it really is amazing how attached you can get to someone over such a short period of time.

I managed to get through the night on my own, I watched a very old tape and spent a lonely night in the big bed but surprisingly slept like a log, it must be the sea air but I went out like a light and was up like a lark the following morning. I knew Simon couldn't do another overnighter right away but hoped that we could have a little get together somewhere and there had to be somewhere, it's not as if the Isle of Wight is a small island after all.

After breakfast I walked around to their Club and it was the usual scene, just a few boys looking at the brochures and guide books in the reception area and I walked through to the cafeteria to find Simon sitting on his own eyeballing the entrance. His face lit up like a searchlight (or something) when he saw me and I did the handsignals for tea and he nodded.

'So, how'd you get on last night, Sweety Pie.'

'Great,' he said straight faced and then a slow smile appeared. 'Super, wicked, uber kewl...'

'So, you scored,' I said dryly.

'He's a slag,' Simon grinned. 'I gave him a flash in the showers and when we got back into our room he was all over me.'

'Lucky him.'

'He followed me into the showers as well,' Simon's eyes sparkled. 'He asked about you... and the sleepover.He's a bit of a nosey sod.'

'Whacha tell him'

'I said we were old boyfriends and met up by accident.'

'And he swallowed that?'

'Yeah, he swallows,' Simon giggled. 'I slept with him. We sucked, we fucked and he thinks the caravan sounds fun... Oh yeah, he thinks you're tasty as well.'

'That's a result then,' I sipped my tea. Things had been looking up and now they had soared. We had a little gang going and it was only day two. OK, so they were only here for a fortnight but something or somebody else would come along.

'He said he'd be down for breakfast but I can't see him,' Simon looked around the cafeteria. 'He's quite adult really, he knows what he's doing so he's not a virginal type.'

'Just as well,' I grinned. 'So, what do you want to do?'

'How's about a rake around the harbour, have a look in the shops and whatnot and after dinner pay a visit to your caravan or our room.'

'Sounds good if he turns up.'

'Yeah,' Simon clutched his crotch and I hoped no one was watching us. 'Jeez, he sucks like a sucky thing,' he frowned. 'Something like that anyway.'

'How's his... er, equipment.'

'Big boy size for a short arse, big balls, cums like a milk machine,' Simon grinned. 'Tight as a hampster...'

'And sings God Save the Queen?'

'Just about,' he laughed and looked across the room. 'There's our boy.'

I didn't turn around not wanting to look to obvious but Jerry sat down alongside me also facing Simon. 'Morning, Peter Cutter,' he flashed me a grin.

'Mornin, Jerry Whatsit.'

'Merton,' he provided and started to ladle sugar into his tea.

'Fancy a tour around the hardbour, Peter knows all the ins and outs,' Simon suggested.

'I'm sure he does,' Jerry looked at me and smirked.

'We can pop around my caravan for a can and chill out,' I proposed firm in the knowledge that Simon had beirefed the boy already.

'Sounds fun,' he peered over his mug at me and grinned. I smiled back, we were on our way and it's always so nice when everyone knows what they're doing. We waited whilst Jerry had something to eat and then they said their bit to their minder which was a routine with them. After that we hit the highway and spent some time walking around the harbour looking at the boats and whatnot , the time spend idling would let the imaginations run on and by the time we got home everyone would be hot and eager. Well, that's what I thought and it worked for me.

It was a perfect day, the sun was hot but there was a cooling breeze coming off the Solent which made things not too sweaty, it was the sort of day that you got sunburned and didn't notice until you had your shower or bath in the evening. A bit dodgy for blondies but Simon kept his shirt on although Jerry had his tied around his waist. I think he was advertising his smooth brown torso to all and sundry and from some of the glances he got I reckoned he was a hit especially with some of the older guys. Of course rather tight khaki cut off combats helped. In fact, we were all dressed pretty much the same, the standard t-shirt, baseball cap as an optional, three quarter length combats or camos, it seemed jeans were going out of fashion and the scruffy pseudo military look was in. Even Simon had abandoned his jeans in favour of lightweight fawn Bermuda type shorts. Footwear tended to be open toe sandals or more likely trainers with or without ankle socks. A nice scene on reflection, the place was buzzing with shirtless boys and silly girls with big bums and naked midriffs. Mind you a couple of the girls were nice if dangerous. The trouble with girls flaunting it you had no idea of their ages and one wouldn't want to get into trouble having underage sex with a holidaymaker. Not really.

'Talent's heaving,' Jerry remarked as we leant over the sea wall observing the mums and dads with their kids, the meat parade carried on behind us.

'I could use a good fuck,' Simon moaned making vague fucking motions against the low wall.

'Sounds like caravan time,' I nearly slapped his rounded bottom but stopped myself in time. Gerry turned around with his dark face split in a grin.

'I could manage two this afternoon,' he said quietly.

'Seperately or at the same time?' I looked at him and thought evil thoughts.

'Depends how much lube you've got,' he giggled and turned again to look out onto the water and boats.

I looked at Simon and he shrugged and raised his eyebrows. Was Jerry suggesting what I thought or was I getting confused. A sudden image of young Jerrty impaled on both Simon and myself flashed through my mind and I felt the heat below. I was firing on all cylinders and I was on holiday... it was a time for doing something a little different and something extremely kinky. I know all about the square pegs not going into round holes but what about two round pegs in one round hole... it's all down to elasticity I suppose.

We took a slow walk back to my place and I'm one hundred percent certain what was on everyone's mind this time. Simon had his arm draped around Jerry's shoulders and I thought at one stage they were going to mate on the pavement like a pair of mongrels but I got them back without incident. God was on my side for a change, when I went to show my face to the aunt and uncle they were about to drive over to Ventnor for the day visiting friends and told me that they wouldn't be back until late evening so that was that one out of the way. There was on little hiccup and that was that my mainland aunty had phoned asking if my cousins could come down and stay for another couple of weeks in a fornight's time.

Poor Uncle Fred and Aunt Mary were in a quandry as they'd promised me the 'van for the month. I was delighted to hear that he'd decided to dodge the issue and left me to do the business, the yea or nay that is. I told him that if the boys didn't mind sharing I didn't mind hosting. They said that if I didn't mind keeping an eye on the boys they didn't mind feeding we three so that seemed to be the end of that. I was told to phone up the aunty and that would give me the chance to chat to the terible twosome hopefully.

I think Simon and Jerry were a bit bemused with this lot as I'd parked them both by the doorway as I'd chatted and the conversation had taken place in the kitchen but in the end we wished my aunt and uncle bon voyage and they left us to get on with it... fortunately I doubt if they suspected what 'it' was.

'So, you're childminding?' Jerry fathomed it out in the end.

'They're not exactly children,' I grinned feeling quite pleased with myself.

'I hope they're nice and not naughty,' Simon laughed.

'Yeah...' I grinned. 'Forget about them, this is it,' I flung open the door and introduced Jerry to my caravan, Simon and I exchanged grins... great minds really do think alike.

'What about an open air shower?' They both looked at me as if I was a complete nutcase.

'Hey, this is cool,' Jerry giggled five minutes later when we clustered naked under the fitting five minutes later. 'Nice and secret,' he looked at me and pulled his foreskin out and over his glans. The giggling stopped when I turned the tap and we were drenched with tepid water which rapidly got colder as the under turf pipe cleared. 'Jeez,' Jerry leapt aound flailing his arms. A few minutes of that were enough but a few minutes were enough to wash the sweat from our bodies and send us into full retreat back into the caravan and making a grab for my two towels. It had worked as far as I was concerned, we were naked and Jerry naturally enough finished up on the bed being dried off and suffering a super grope and fumble by Simon and myself.

'Told you,' Simon grinned holding Jerry's fully erect penis and waggling it about. He was right, it was dark skinned as Jerry was but fatter than the average and a good five incher. His scrotum was fat and heavy and to cap it all he had a nice cluster of black curly pubics at the base of his belly.

'Your hands are so soft,' he lay back and smiled up at me as Simon slowly wanked his to his fullness both in stretch and hardness. 'Come here,' his voice dropped as he spoke to me. Well, what the boy wants the boy gets. I knelt on the bed and shuffled upto him with my dick leading the way. He grasped it and massaged it gently then brought it to his mouth. No shyness with this kid, he knew exactly what he was doing and as he began to suck me I saw his knees go upto his chest totally exposing his sweet pucker for Simon's attention.

'Savlon's under the pillow,' I croaked pumping slowly into Jerry's eager suction.

Simon didn't say a word but just reached out and grasped the tube squeezing some out onto his finger and slipping it inside the writhing Jerry, Jerry for his part quivered and moaned around my cock but didn't spit me out, he kept going and I was so hard it was untrue. The heat and two freshly washed boys rolling around naked on my bed had me as horny as a rhino.

'Want to do an experiment?' Jerry let go of my slippery cock for a moment. 'I did this with two mates at school and it's brill.'

'Go on,' I grunted ruffling his hair and trying to guide his mouth back onto me.

'You, Simon... do me like you did last night. Lay on your back and I'll lay on you...'

'OK,' Simon grinned and looking at me shrugged but lay flat on the bed with his pale skinned cock at full stretch. He smeared Savlon on it and worked it in until it gleamed and lay up his belly like an slippery and poised spear. He might have pigged out last night but there was already a smear of precum at the tip of his bulging glans.

'Now I get on it,' Jerry spoke excitedly and squatted over Simon's middle facing away from the boyfriend and calmly and without any fuss sank onto Simon's meat as it was held upright to receive his sweet bottom. 'Jeez...' he sighed and grinned at me as he absorbed the full length and his bottom settled on Simon's groin. 'Now I lay back...' He lay back on Simon's body and lifted his knees to his chest leaving his whole weight on Simon but his stretched ring was fully on view with Simon's fully erect and gleaming penis fully inserted. 'Finger me, open me up,' Jerry moaned as Sy wrapped his arms aroud him holding him steady. I wondered if they'd precaticed this last night as both looked reasonably comfortable in view of their strained and probably uncomfortable situation . Jerry's face was alongide Simon's and I saw Simon's tongue snake out and lap at the younger boy's cheek. 'Come on,' Jerry muttered impatiently.

I oiled my finger and ran it down the underside of Simon's hot and slimy cock. I pushed against the edge of Jerry's well stretched pucker and to my surprise it slipped inside him.

'Aaaah...' he moaned as I got bolder and fingered inside making little prodding moves stretching and easing his ring even further.

'You alright?' I asked anxiously.

'Yeah, come on. Move in and give it a go.'

I did as he'd instructed almost laying on him and used Simon's slick member as a guide. As I reached the point where Simon's hardness entered Jerry's body I felt resistance and pushed. Jerry gave a wail but I was on a roll now, I pushed harder and felt him stretch and then I was in him. My meat was pressed against Simon's and I felt the incredible tightness. I was inside him, I'd actually done it. I pushed harder and felt myself glide into Jerry'd tight tunnel feeling his warmth and the pressure of Simon's hardness against mine.

'You do the biz,' Jerry moaned although he managed a smile. 'Sy's a bit squashed.' He was right, I began to slowly move in and out being careful not to pop free and as I fucked I gave Simon the buzz of moving against his erection and he too moaned with pleasure. It was awkward and I just don't know how Jerry managed it but he did and when Simon bleated that he was about to squirt so was I. We must have spunked almost simultaneously and Jerry groaned with pleasure as he got two bouts of squirting and splurting of boy spunk up into his well stretched fanny.

'Enough, enougjh,' I groaned as I slipped free on a mighty gush of stale cum. Simon gave a push up and Jerry rolled onto his belly with his legs wise apart. I watched in amazement as his huge hole slowly closed expelling cum in a long slimey stream. I hurriedly rammed an old t-shirt to his arse and he clamped his legs on it.

'Well, it was something I wanted to try,' he muttered red faced and then giggled. 'Something else.'

'Indeedy.' Simon grinned and looked at me. 'I bet him last night he couldn't take both of us, that's after he bragged about already doing two at a time.'

'And?' I looked at them and laughed. The three of us were a mess and Jerry was the worse although his dark skinned cock still stood up on his smooth belly jutting from his crisp pubics hard and proud. 'Did you have money on it?'

'Not really,' Simon grinned again. 'I bet you, he has first go and I get to go second if I get my strength back.'

'You will,' I assured him and grabbed Jerry by the arm dragging him onto me. 'Pity your dick won't stretch like your fanny.'

'I get by,' he laughed and reversed roles bearing me flat onto the bed as Simon watched. Great. I closed my eyes as he manhandled me around and lifted my legs, even better, he was going for a full frontal and I wanted it. I wanted his dark skinned cock in me and then I was going to take Simon as well.

God, it was nice and he was a very experienced little boy who wasn't all that little. He took me in one strong thrust and I wrappped my limbs around him as he fucked. He was like a mechanical rabbit and I just lay there stroking his smooth body as he plundered my arse. It was going to be a good month on the Isle. I had these two for another fortnight and then I had my blonde baby cousins... joy never ending. Well, for a month at least.

THE END

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