Chance Encounter: by (c) Hamilton Joyce. Mm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'I'm glad. So am I.'

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

'Do I not!'

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

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

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

"Sun my back now!"

"Me too!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jeez! Look at the willy on him!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

'That's lovely, Gerald.'

'So will this be, Sidney,'

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

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

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

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

Sydney came round from his daze.

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

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

'Do you want me to suck you too?'

'Only if you want to.'

'I do....'

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

'Touch my arsehole with your finger, Sydney.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'That's good. I am too.'

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

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

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

'Jesus, you're lovely, Bunny.'

'I want you now!'

I've got some oil here.'

'On my belly, like that first time.'

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

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

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

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

'Jesus! That was the best, Bunny.'

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

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

'I should have douched.'

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

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

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

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

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

'Good! I'm often in Paris.'

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

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

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

'He's pretty, and sexy too.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Of course, Gerald.'

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

'What do you think, Bunny?'

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

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

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

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

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

'Fantastic.'

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

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

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

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

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

'Except the old vicarage presumably!'

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

'Is that the one who..?'

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

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

'It's hard work!'

'Want me to spell you a bit.'

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

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

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

'You're a strong swimmer.'

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

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

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

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

'Suggestive as they bend over before the start!'

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

'I hope your boy actually turns up!'

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

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

'Got hot cycling up the hill!'

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

'You look a bit like Beckham, Bunny.'

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

'Oh yes. He's dead sexy.'

'You think he's gay.'

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

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

'What sort of dreams?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'I did. Everything!'

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

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

'Wednesday."

'That's right. It was Wednesday.'

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

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

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

'Naked?'

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

"What's that?"

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

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

"Most nights."

"I'd like to see that!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Two nights!'

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

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

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

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

"I could fancy some of that, Lonny!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Or him!"

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

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

"My turn!"

"I'm sure it'll hurt!"

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

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

'Was he the first to fuck you?'

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

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

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

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

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

"That's nice!"

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

'Shit yes! What next?'

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

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

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

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

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

'You want to fuck me, David?'

'Mm.'

'OK then. On my back or kneeling?'

'I think kneeling is best!' 

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Can't blame him!'

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

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

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

'And?'

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

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

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

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

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

'You reckon Lonny will come?'

'David was sure he would.'

'It's going to be great!'

'Two boys! Jesus!'

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

'They're here!'

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

'Good thinking, Robin!'

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

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

'I can always beat you, David!'

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

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

'We're all wet, and cold!'

'Never mind. Come here.'

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

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

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

'All good, I hope.'

'Oh yes!'

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

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

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

'You're big"!'

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

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

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

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

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

'I'd like to.'

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

'I'll be gentle.' 

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

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

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

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

He was fucking the boy now, slowly and carefully.

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

'Jesus! I'm gonna come.'

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

'Hey! That was ok.'

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

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

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

'He looks a bit like you, David,'

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

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

'That figures.'

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

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

'Why's there no sound, Gerald?'  

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

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

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

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

'Jesus!'

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

'Looks like he's enjoying it!.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two men came at almost the same time, both reaching beneath their boys to grasp balls and slippery cum-soaked cocks in larger fists as they came.

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