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.
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FARMING AT CHEDDAR
2 - A very English Summer
by
G. Cutter
Two weeks had come and gone in a flash. After my first night with Josh we'd ducked and dived taking our pleasures as we may, which to be blunt, means we shagged like sex mad ferrets in every nook and cranny we could find. Great stuff but the weather was on the change. We now had fourteen hard standings at the highest point on the field and nearest to the farmhouse and yard. The rest of the site was given over to those who camped under canvas, mainly youngsters with a sprinkling of families and even a detatchment of Scouts. It was a good scene and we had a special section set aside for what we called 'travellers' and they were mainly cyclists passing theough with small pup tents and running a tour. They did a circuit, Glastonbury, Cheddar, Charterhouse and other places of interest or complete disinterest depending on your point of view. The thought of spending a holiday in the saddle and then camping out in a field using facilities which were barely above Stalag level turned me on not one little bit. As they say; Different queens, different scenes. Translated for my dad that would be: Different horses, different courses.
As I start this section of my holiday we, and that was dad, myself and Josh in the background were discussing our wet weather planning. The long range forecast for the summer had been hot, hot and then hot again but it wasn't quite going that way. Heavy rains and high winds were coming up the Irish Sea from the Atlantic and due to hit the West Country tomorrow evening. We avoided the words flood and flooding like the plague. Be fair, you didn't advertise a camping site and then start wobbling on about floods but we could and did advertise what we were able to offer in wet weather. Normally experienced tenters rather than campers would dig a small trench on the high side of their site hopefully diverting any rainfall clear of their tent. This was common Boy Scouting but the fair weather tenters were another thing. Some even came without groundsheets and believe me if you're living from a tent you need more than a lilo and smile.
'The hard standings are OK,' my dad was saying. 'They're in the lee of the farm and on the highest ground.'
'Yeah, it's the tents down the hill concern me.' I pointed some of them out. 'The experienced people are up the top, it's nearer to the shop and the facilities.'
'The dummies are down the bottom, mainly youngsters,' Josh broke in. 'As soon as the pond's drainage gives up they stand to be ankle deep in water.'
'Hence Project Noah,' my dad proclaimed. I think Josh and I rolled eyes simultaneously. Project Noah, what a dick but his heart was in the right place, bless him. 'We. or you two can shoot around if it gets too heavy and offer them shelter in the barn and the old milk shed. They can have fires in the milk shed as it has a concrete floor and is a metal construct. If they use the barn there's a complete ban on naked flames and certainly on camp fires.'
'Well, that's fair enough,' I looked at Josh and he had a vague smile on his face. I knew exactly what he was thinking, he was contemplating who or what he could entice into his caravan. That boy had a one track mind and to get really chiche ridden, it was a dirt track.
'Put the word around tonight and tomorow just to show we're willing ,' Dad said looking at his watch. 'Just play it cool: If it rains heavy you're welcome to set up in our barn slant milkshed, don't get all dramatic over it... Supper time boys.'
We wandered back to the famhouse and I guess we were pretty pleased with ourselves. Selling a large chunk of land and sinking the sales money into a camp site had been a gamble and so far it had paid off. A spell of bad weather could seriously dent the sales peak and even affect further bookings. The field we'd kept and used was prone to flooding in heavy rain but the pond just expanded, the bigger problem was that the previous year had seen concentrated rainfalls normally alien to the South of England and huge areas had been under water for considerable lengths of time.
'Where are you sleeping tonight?' My dad suddenly asked.
'In with Josh.'
'Your mother was suggesting that as you like caravanning so much you should move in and we could use your room for an additional bathroom for the guests.'
'It's alright if we've been out for a drink but it's a bit cramped,' I replied not really objecting but making the point if you know what I mean. I'm quite sure my mum and dad didn't know how things stood with Josh and I so I didn't want to appear too willing. Josh wisely kept silent.
'Ah well,' my dad smiled. 'I have the chance of a six berther two miles up the road, stacks of room for both of you, it even has seperate bedrooms. If you were willing we could have it over here and use the old one as a store or for emergency accomodation.
'Suits me,' I replied casually looking at Josh.'
'Sounds good,' he provided playing it cool.
'OK... both of you can come with me and sort it out around nine tomorrow morning. We'll be able to squeeze it in alongside your old one and still leave stacks of room for any flood victims.' He laughed. 'Fingers crossed it won't come to that but I can press on and get the builder into give me a quote on a bathroom so then there's no going back.'
'Let's do it,' I grinned at Josh. Our own little (or bigger) love nest... how good could things get. A lot of ducking and diving and moving personal gear to and from but it would be worth it. No more looking for little hideaways to slake our youthful lusts (I liked that bit).
We had supper as a family unit which was now the norm. My mum seemed delighted I was giving up my room which was a bit offputting but as she said I was only at the farm for a couple or three months a year and an additional bathroom would make life much easier on themselves and the guests. Dad was rambling on about rebuilding the whole house complete with en suite bathrooms but he did dream on a bit. I was just delighted that my move in with Josh had become a permanent thing and the icing on the cake was getting a bigger caravan. Dad dropped the cherry to go on top of the icing when he told us it was a much newer as well as bigger affair than the old one. We sat around before we retired for the night and caught up on the weather news which wasn't good. Hevay rains and high winds with forecasts of flash flooding in the West Country. Fortunately for us we were on high ground and not in one of those villages on the edges of the Mendips or the big Moors, they were the ones at risk and of course the bigger towns all built on rivers and flood plains.
Dad had a couple of phone calls from local friends who were taking the warnings rather over seriously I thought asking if they could use our farm as a refuge if things got really bad. In fact, before we left he phoned up the local police and they told him that they weren't expecting any more than heavy rain and any flooding would be limited to low lying ground.
'The pond's in low lying ground,' Josh commented.
'Yeah, but it;'s low lying ground on high ground.' We left it at that, I was getting as confused as he was but my theory was that we might get half our field flooded and that would be about it. There was a point at which it would begin to flow down the road and onto the adjoining land.
'Even when we had some big floods back in the fifties it never got more than half way up Old Acres which is what we called that area..' My dad told us.' Anyway, have an early night you two. I'd like to get this caravan collected before it starts to rain. If it's raining when we get up we might have to leave it... we have to put those in tents first.'
'Mugs,' Josh sniffed.
'Paying mugs, Joshua.' My dad reminded Josh and myself. As he said so often half the site running business was keeping the punters happy and that's what we would try to do.
Back in our own caravan hopefully for the last nuight I settled down and put on the local radio letting standard pop fare filter through the evening air. It was certainly chillier and you could smell rain, that slightly electrical smell of an upcoming storm and the occasional brrr factor.
'I was chatting to those two hairpins this morning, they're brothers,' Josh started. It was his hobby dissecting or trying to analyse the guests or campers.
'The Languid Lesbians?'
'That's not nice,' he grinned. 'Mind you. they do look like a pair of girls from a distance.'
'It's the long flowing blond locks.'
'Nice though.'
'For once I agree, Josh my man. Smoothies, sixteen or seventeen... what do you reckon?'
'Bastian the slightly taller is seventeen and his brother Jack is sixteen.'
'Hey, hey. Fast work, Pervo Man.'
'They're from Brighton and doing a month touring, a week here and a week there sort of thing.'
'Nice looking lads,' I glanced at him and he had that dreamy look on his dark face.
'Nice?' They're beautiful,' he groaned and crossed his legs. 'So smooth... so cuddly.'
'Get a grip, Romeo,' I laughed. 'Pray for a smooth caravan collection tomorrow and a deluge tomorrow night and we might get lucky.'
'Ah, a room each,' he sighed.
'Dream on,' I laughed. 'Make the cocoa and let's hit the sack.'
'Last night in the old passion pit,' he giggled as I grabbed him.
'There will be future pits of passion,' I tried an Antonia Bandyarse accent and slapped his bottom. 'Cocoa, bed and some baby making.'
'Great,' he laughed.
We didn't wait long before hitting our bed. Hopefully it would be our last night on Old Faithful but that was if things went OK tomorrow. A very big if and very depending on the weather as well. We snuggled in and as was our routine went to bed in our briefs and two minutes later they were off. I like that bit of knicker removing, gets the ball rolling in a manner of speaking. As we lay there naked with our erections pressed against each other we had a little chat. Believe it, we actually lay there rubbing against each other mumbling about the coming day.
'If it really pisses down we can invite them to share with us.' Josh suggested which was what I had in mind anyway.
'We can give them the old routine. One can share your bedroom and one mine. If they don't want to know they can sleep on the floor.'
'Their choice,' he agreed.
'What do you reckon they'll do?'
'They'll sleep with us,' he grinned confidently. 'No one walks around in that lycra getup unless they're putting it about.'
'You see kids in them at all the cycling and swimming things,' I objected.
'Exactly,' he grasped both our cocks and slowly massaged them. 'Not for everyday wear though.'
'How many of those baby Scouts are there?'
'Their driver who is nineteen and the four boys who are eleven and thirteen.'
'Jeez... you have been a busy boy,' I laughed.
'I think they're the driver's little harem. I walked by their big tent the other night and there was a load of giggling going on and...'
'Go on then.'
'There were also a couple in the back of the van and I reckon they were doing the dirty.'
This little mob had a deisel Transit one of the larger onea and it wasn't impossible that three used the tent and two the van, then again it seemed a bit odd. 'We can offer them our old caravan, it'll be a squeeze for them but better than sleeping on the floor.'
'Only leaves that family group, the man, woman and two kids,' Josh nuzzled my neck and his moves began to speed up as he rumped against my belly.
'What about the other four tents?'
'Two due to leave tomorrow and two talking about making a move if it starts to rain heavy.'
'Mmmm... should work out well,' I turned my back on him. I could feel his slippery glans and knew exactly what he wanted. He immediately glued himself to my back and I could feel his swollen glans shove up between my cheeks. It was routine now, we were just like an old married couple although a little more passionate. His slippery precum oozing glans nudged up against my pucker as I lifted my leg slightly and he entered me with the minimum of fuss. Just one satisfied sigh and I felt his mass and heat inside me and he was moving to and fro working his way in deeper at every thrust. Gawd, he was so good, I pushed back up against him and felt his belly on my spine and his soft dark pubics against my bottom as he groaned and munched on my neck.
'Could be long blond chicken on the menu tomorrow night,' he whispered as he moved rythmically in my well used hole. He knew the way I liked it now, nice and slow and leave the frantic bit right to the end. He held my stiffness and squeezed and played with it, he didn't wank me as he knew what I wanted and that was his sweet brown arse. 'With a bit of luck we can get a couple of nights and have a swop around.' He giggled as he lay on me and in me.
'Sounds good to me. Go on, Josh. Harder.'
That was it, he started to really root now, he rolled me onto my belly and got between my legs and began his passionate pummeling. I lay there pushing up onto him savouring his long cock moving in and out and massaging my prostate until he did his duty and I felt his warm essence splash and splatter into my gut. As he lay on top of me he idly moved in and out on his own mess until I managed to escape and get him onto his back. My turn now.
I looked down at him in the dim light of the bed space and ran my hands up and down his sides, his smooth side and down onto his hips. He just lay there looking up at me with a lazy smile and stretched up a bit grasping my erection and slwoly moved the loose skin to and fro. I leant in and raised his legs guiding his knees to his chest exposing his dark brown pucker and I was almost certain the damn thing pouted at me but i was hyped up now. I pressed my oozing glans against his sphincter and saw the tip disappear inside him as he groaned and held his knees back tightly. As I felt my meat surrounded by his heat and tightness I expelled air and removed his hand allowing his legs to come down onto my shoulders and then my back as I moved in deeper and deeper.
'Alright, Petey?' He looked at me as I slowly moved inside him exploring every corner of his hot gut and then began to fuck.
'You're always alright,' Josh,' I muttered as I moved faster and faster. Of course he was, I was in love and it was a pity it couldn't go on forver but it never does. Minutes later we were into the sweaty bump and grind and I shafted him hard and fast until I felt my juices boil over and then the now familiar burning and throbbing as I shot my creamy offering into his tight little arse. Honour satisfied I lay on top of him with my wilting penis finally slipping free from his bruised and battered ring.
'You must have been thinking of the blondies,' Josh groaned and held me tightly as I reached out and turned the light off.
'I was thinking of you. Me up you whilst you topped the younger one.'
'Really,' he chuckled. 'What was the older one doing?'
'Taking pictures.'
'Perv,' he giggled and snuggled in. That was it for the night. We had a busy day ahead of us and slept like tops (however they sleep).
We were up early the next morning, we didn't clear out the caravan as there wasn't that much to clear but we tidied up and congregated all our personal stuff in the little lounge ready for a quick swop around when we had the new one installed. It was drizzling a fine drizzle that made life uncomfortable but didn't really affect us too much and after breakfast we wandered down the slope to have a chat with our long haired beauties and the little crew we called the Scout Group. Firstly we informed Bastian and Jack that bad weather was forecast and of dad's emergency arrangements. We also suggested that if things got really out of hand they could share in our new caravan to get themselves out of trouble. They seemed to think we were exagerating or being a bit alarmist but we said we'd catch them in the afternoon and review the situation. Next on our list were the fivesome and we gave the same dire warnings which were less than well received. Anyway, we found out that their leader Mr Cox, the nineteen year old, was called Bert. We suggested that he and his group might like to take on our old caravan if things worked out and, once again, we'd catch up with them later on and see how the weather was developing. Duty done and initial contacts cemented we walked back up the hill to meet dad.
The first task was to move the old caravan to the end of the barn just leaving enough space for the new one to park in assuming it was positioned nose to tail. Easy peasy or so we thought. After that we were off on our travels to Wedmore which was a few miles away and most of it decent dual carriageway. Just as well as dad's Landrover was meaty enough to tow a caravan his experience was limited to hooking them up and maneuvering them around a field. Driving down a busy road towing a monster caravan with an inexperienced driver should be a hoot. One little snippet was dropped did cheer us up no end. This caravan known to it's owner as The White Elephant was designed by the owner and had only been on the road once, it was then that they'd found it was basically unroadworthy being to large for sharp country corners and top heavy. Can you believe that, this bloody thing was top heavy and that's why it had been sitting in a barn for four years colecting dust... it tended to roll on corners, dad confided. I looked at Josh and he rolled his eyes. The trip should be a hoot, or perhaps I've said that.
Things didn't turn out so bad, the owner had the thing positioned with it's towing end out of his barn and all dad had to do was hook up which he did after a couple of tries. The owner or ex owner bombarded us with advice until we got through his gate and then we were on our own. Dad drove like a muppet earning himself hoots and honks from all and sundry but we did all right up the dual carriageway until we hit the narrow road leading towards Weare and our farm... I suppose we should now call it a Camping Site. Well, lots of slipping and sliding later and we made it, no unfortunate meetings with traffic on the way and we rolled into our farm yard just after eleven. Not surpringly the weather had deteriorated and the rain was now quite steady. I did notice through the downpour that our Scout Group were hovering around their transit as if lost and Bastian and Jack's car was alongside, it looked like they'd joined forces in mutual misery.
Much to my surprise my dad drove away from the barn and then reveresed the monster in as neat as a pea into a pod. It was a tight squeeze but as soon as it was stationary Josh was under it cranking down the legs whilst dad unhooked.
'I'm going in for a cuppa,' dad looked at me and grinned. 'My nerves are shot.'
'You done alright,' I grinned. 'We'll be over in a bit.'
I got inside the new caravan and did a swift tour. Splendid. Once inside the door you had a very narrow corridor to the right that passed the second bedroom and led into the so called master bedroom. If you went left (towards the front) you had a lounge and would you believe a shower and washroom but no toilet and then a dinky kitchen at the end. You could actually sleep another two in what I called a lounge but we'd leave it undisturbed. I rescued Josh and we got our gear from our old van and basically just threw it into the new one. We were both parched and knackered, it was barely midday and we were wilting already.
I forgot to mention that before we'd left with dad, mum had got a couple of the boys from down the hill to volunteer to help her and had hit the Cash and Carry in Weare, from the amount of gear they were offloading into our little shop she was looking at the end of the world instead of a bit of local flooding. Never mind, better too much than to little and every can and packet carried a profit. Yeah, I know, mercenary as hell but we were running a business after all. She actually did us a cooked meal for lunch and we reviewed the situation as now it was raining quite heavily which meant the bottom end of the field would be going Glastonbury, meaning it would be turning into a mudbath. The one good thing was that it was still quite warm and just before I'd come in I'd seen our Scout Group getting themselves sorted out. Two of them had got themselves into a mudfight and it looked like a general free for all was about to happen. The showers might be worth a visit later on.
'The seven families on the hard standings are braving it out,' my dad announced. 'I let them know that is push came to shove they could use the old milking shed... you've made an offer to those long hairs and the Scout bunch?' He looked across at me.
'Yep... all fixed or it will be this afternoon.'
'Good, perhaps if you and Josh have a clean up in the barn we can allow a cooking fire in the centre provided there are a couple of extinguishers on standby. They can have their evening sing song or whatever they do later on.'
'I think they're more into radios,' I laughed and glanced across at Josh, he grinned in return . Radios weren't the only things they were into. We wolfed our food down as it was the last cooked meal we'd be getting for a while. Mum had two paying guests and they got priority, but then again we had a spanking new toy to play with, we could actually try beans on toast, soup or something equally adventurous later on in the evening.
By the time we sorted ourselves out some raingear and got back outside we found the rain was now coming down in a steady torrent with the occasional rumble of thunder. Glancing across to the caravan park we could see that they were all lit up in the gloom and were clearly settled in for the storm. The chunky Transit was stuggling to get up the slope surrounded by the muchkins pushing as Bert drove, needless to say the kids just looked like mudballs. Bastian and Jack had got everything in their car and were driving slowly but surely around the edge of the field heading up the slope and towards the barn.
'Evacuation complete,' Josh stood there and smiled. 'Just like old times, all that white meat in the barn.'
'Dirty sod,' I grinned. 'Shower party later on looking at those kids.'
'We'll have to time it right,' he walked down the hill and I followed. The kids were having problems with the Transit and a hand was needed. Of course the thought of ingratiating ourselves with a bunch of muddy teenies never crossed our minds.
Well it was a giggle puit it that way. We went over to the boys and push became shove, after a while and a dint of effort and wheel spinning we managed to get the beast onto firmer ground and Bert got a grip on things driving into the barn and parking up where we told him which was alongside the old caravan. The kids and ourselves were covered in mud and the little ones were in full giggle mode. What can you say about boys their age, everything upto and including a disaster is a laugh. We got a grip on the names and from some of the remarks flying about put paid to any illusions of innocence with this lot. They were all busy shagging each other of had very vivid imaginations, I noticed that their 'leader', Bert, kept giving them warning looks but they were in full flow. The two muddiest and it had to be the two youngest finished up rolling around on the floor laughing and shouting until Bert called them to order. At least we got their names sorted out. The two thirteens were Ricky and Joseph (aka Jo-Jo), both were small for their age and with dark haired buzz cuts, they put me in mind of a pair of monkeys something I kept to myself. The older boys, both fourteen were Billy and Paul, both mousey haired or dirty blond if you like and I prefer and also an item from casual observation. I wondered where Bert fitted into this little menage but all would become clear. The little 'uns seemed to have taken a shine to Josh and Josh would be pumping them in no time... take that one how you like it.
Shortly after we got the Transit positioned and the boys quietened down with mugs of some warming tea our two pals drove in. Bastian and Jack had used their head coming up the side of the field, it had taken longer but they were mud free although their car was a mess and their bikes clamped on the back looked like mudballs. We made them tea and in line with dad's new diktat got a small fire going from the pile of dry wood in the corner. Cosy and chummy. All the other campers had fled the scene other that the people in the caravans and mobile homes and they were safe. They could sit it out, they may get bored but at least they were in the dry, they had their electricity unless things went seriously wrong. The forecast we'd got put the heavy rains down for a two day spell with heavy flooding in low laying areas of foregone conclusion. We should be OK, it was just a matter of fighting off the boredom and my Josh and myself had ideas on that subject.
We split in the end. The clean boys, Bastian, Jack as well as Bert started to sort out the gear and Josh and I ran over to the shower block with the other four. It wasn't too far from the barn and situated more for the convenience of the plumbing and electricity than for the campers. It was just something dad have to have to start his business and he'd located it so that it and the little shop were almost of the edge of the original farmyard, good solid ground with an excellent downhill gradient for the sewage, anyway, enough of that... it was a short run from the barn and as it was bucketing down run we did.
I've got to explain the layout otherwise things will get even more confusing. The lobby was that and nothing else but provided an air seal so that the place kept warm. My dad also allowed the kids to use it for a bike shed, he was a great believer in utilising space. The rest of it was divided into two sections with the boiler room to the rear which could be used for a drying room for personal laundry. He often (very often) said that this unit was the most expensive part of setting up and it was built with expansion in mind. It was big as in very big.
One section contained urinals, toilets and wash bowls for the men and boys with the shower facility leading from that, the other section and much smaller was a similar setup for females. The showers were of a type where you had cubicles with a changing room no larger than the shower leading to the shower itself and thus private down one side and an open shower for the braver or less shy at the end. Most of the boys I knew curiously enough used the open shower, I say curiously as most our modern schools and sports complexes frown on bathing in public. Probably the Mrs Grundy thing we have in our society. Dad said when he was a kid you all got in the same shower or bath like it or not and this is still common in most football and rugby clubs... anyway, I digress. I was delighted to see that the four boys all just shed their clothing and made a beeline for the open shower and after the briefest of pauses Josh and I joined them. I assumed Josh was trying to keep himself under control just as much as I was.
The boys were nothing exceptional but let's face it, a gaggle of thirteens and fourteens is good news at any time of the day. The one who stood out was the smallesr, Little Jo-Jo as they called him, he really was like a chimp with beetling brows and thick eyebrows, very Cro Magnon but he was overdeveloped insofar as he led the field in the Penis Stakes (run at Ascot normally).
I showered trying hard not to think of things sexual but it was no good especially when Billy and Paul started to get amorous to put it bluntly, nothing outrageous mind you but they both started to harden up and then quite boldly marched off to one of the enclosed cubicles leaving Josh and myself with the monkey boys.
'Wonder what they're upto?' Ricky said in an overloud voice to his pal, Jo-Jo.'
'Mind your own business,' a laughing response came from the cubicle.
'Mmmmm...' Jo-Jo looked at me and smirked when he saw that I was growing. He looked at Ricky and they seemed to make a decision as they both moved and then it was all wash my back and I'll wash yours. This was Ricky on Josh and Jo-Jo on myself you understand. Well, to make things brief it ended as it had to Jo-Jo and I headed to another cublicle and the other pair did their thing. I could no more turn Jo-Jo down as turn down Josh when he was in the mood. I was a slave to my erection and followed the dark skinned boy's jiggly bottom as he opened the cubicle door and went in with me in close pursuit. No words at all, he just dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I held his bristly head slightly in shock as his wet warmth moved up and down on me and he ran his hands up and down my flanks grasping my buttocks as he did do. This brat was an expert. He sucked like a vacuum pump and his tongue worked wonders.Glancing down I could see his outsized cock was at full stretch between his parted legs as he knelt before me.
'Gonna cum, Jo,' I whispered as he fucked and stroked my bum.
'Mmmmmm...' He redoubled his efforts and managed to reach around me enough to push a finger into my pucker holing in one. I clamped on it and grasping his bobbing head face fucked him until I felt my juices rising. I felt it cuming and held his head firmly as I stared to squirt. He remained quite calm and literally sucked and slurped draining me dry and then looked up at me with a big cheesy grin on his cum smeared face.
'Well done, Jo-Jo,' I hauled him up and bent my knees to kiss him to which he responded eagerly. The phrase about all being the same size in bed came to mind and Jo-Jo was coming to my bed sooner or later that was one certainly. I had to have this little darling but for the time being I kissed my way down his narrow chest as he moaned and wriggled in my wet hands. His tiny bottom was a thing of beauty and as I nuzzled at his gently rounded belly taking the occasional lick at his jerking dong I slipped a finger straight inside him and he didn't even flinch. He did moan however when I started to work my finger to and fro on his prostate and got my mouth around his outsized cock. He had to be the same size as Josh and Josh was big for a sixteen year old. His probably wasn't as fat in girth as Josh's but it was bigger than it should be for such a diminutive kid as this. He knew what he was at as well, he grabbed my head and started fucking deep into my throat slowly and gently. He was a tantaliser and took his time playing with my ears and hair as he gently moved his hips to and fro with me still reaming his tight little arse. It couldn't last and a few moments later he whined out loud and let go a massive cum, God knows where it all came from but it was a nice juicy load and had me gagging and choking as I tried to swallow it all.
Time to say that's it, end of session but it wasn't ,. I heard the door creak and Josh and Ricky squeezed in with us. Cue for more giggling and Josh and I got into a warm soapy struggle with the two brats.
'The other two have gone over,' Josh informed me before ramming his tongue down my throat.
'Good,' I struggled with him feeling Jo-Jo on my back. I think the horny little rat was after my arse but not right now. I broke it off and we showered off before falling from the cramped cubicle and drying off.
'You want a good shagging,' I remarked conversationally to Jo-Jo.
'I know,' he laughed. 'Not tonight though, I'm booked.' I looked at Josh, this was getting better by the minute but the little monkeys would have to wait, we had a plan for tonight although no real reason to believe it would work out.
'Let's get back, it's time for us all to get sorted out.'
The rush back got us wet again but it didn't mattter, at least we were clean and one thing was blindingly obvious when we re-entered the barn. Billy and Paul had clearly spilled the beans to Bert who was sitting tending the fire. He gave us all a big beam and grinned. 'Welcome to the Club.'
'Thank you,' I jerked my head to our van where Bastian and Jake were clearly settling in. 'Them?' I dropped my voice.
He shook his head and I assumed that indicated that they either didn't know about the shower antics, weren't members of his club yet or probably both.
'You doing it with them?' He spoke softly as I sat with him and Josh went into our caravan.
'Gonna try tonight,' I whispered back.
'Easy peasy, you'll do alright,' he laughed. 'The only trouble you'll have is parting them .'
'We have a plan,' I laughed. Indeed we had, whether it was going to work or not was another thing but we'd know for sure come bedtime.
To be Continued
A couple of things about this one and firstly the title. I had originally titled it 'Down on the Farm' but Nifty had too many of them and I hurriedly retitled it pretty limply but I was in a rush.
Secondly I lost my way a bit in the middle but I think it's back on track now.
Sorry about the delay with this one. My excuses: Ennui, legarthy, getting old and pissed off with things, etc. etc.
Very honestly I have far to many 'part works' laying around and needing completeion. I also have two incomplete three parters laying in the pending tray and seem to be going around in circles.
I promise to try and get myself sorted out in December (hopefully). And thanks to the fans who write to me asking what the hell I'm doing lately. I've just lost direction a bit. Cheers to all !!!
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