Summer Fling

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

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A SUMMER FLING

My Cousins

by

G. Cutter

All good things come to an end and it had been a wonderful two weeks with Simon and Jerry. I'd taken them around the island so, as well as having stacks of sex they could tell their mates they'd visited all the places you were supposed to. Simon spent nearly every night with me in the caravan and Jerry spent about four. That suited me as I wasn't really into threesomes and Jerry really had some outlandish tricks up his sleeve or in his knickers I should say. He was insatiable and whereas Simon and myself had settled into nice slow and romantic sex Jerry was a bombshell. Luckily for us he's clicked with another youngster so he spend a fair amount of time with him. He wanted to bring him around for a night but I put my foot down on that one and he accepted gracefully enough.

I'd got to the stage of being deeply in love with Simon and it was breaking my heart to say goodby but holiday romances are like that. I did have some wonderful memories as well as his home address, phone number and EMail addy so we'd keep in contact. Hopefully we could get together over the Christmas or one of the other holidays. I'd also done all the exchanges with Jerry but I doubt if I'd bother with him, Simon was my main man and as I've said (and I'll try not to say again)... I was heartbroken.

I saw the party off and said goodbye to them all as I knew most of them quite well after a fortnight. Not a bad bunch and although they must have sussed out what was going on there was never a nasty word or even an off colour remark, they were really laid back about things or uber kewl as the kids would say.

My Uncle Frank had contracted a bug from somewhere and was laid low being tended by Aunty Mary so I was keeping a low profile and keeping out of their hair. Having seen my lover and company off on their ferry I returned home for the snack lunch she did and I had another task in the afternoon. The dreaded cousins were due and I'd arranged to collect them as Frank was indisposed.

We'd had a conversation the previous evening, that was the aunt and uncle people and I'll try and reproduce it here from memory.

'You'll have to keep an eye on the boys,' Peter,' Aunt Mary started off. 'I don't want Frank pestered, at his age he needs to take it easy.'

'No probs, Aunty,' I replied blithely, how hard could it be, bird dogging a couple of kids. 'Don't forget, I haven't seen them for a couple of years, how old are they now?'

'Well, Joseph is the eldest and he's fourteen, James who prefers Jimmy is thirteen and a bit of a handfull.' I doubt she meant what I did when she used the 'handful' word.

'How do you mean, a handful?'

'He's a fusspot, always going on about something. Jo's rather sweet, he doesn't worry about anything.'

'Right. got it.'

'The thing to remember is that Frank promised you the caravan for the month a long time ago, so they'll have to fit around you. If they don't like sharing then they'll have to use the spare bedroom.' She paused and looked at me and smiled. 'We don't really want them in the house running up and down stairs, Frank is sick after all.'

'I'll keep a lid on things,' I promised rather rashly. 'I'll give them the brief.'

'Good.' That was the end of that conversation and I suspected an unspoken threat was there, that was if the boys didn't behave then further invitations to the island would be in short supply. I mean, right on the bottom line, for myself or even for the brothers to holiday on the Isle of Wight and pay for the pleasure would cost an arm and a leg. So, we, as a far flung and rather freeloading family needed to be careful. I'd spent the last three years here and loved it and the best thing about it wasn't the actual island it was the complete freedom that was allowed. On my first holiday Uncle Frank had taken me all over the place and treated me like a son but I think the novelty of keeping a kid amused soon wore off. He and Aunt Mary fed us and then left us alone, they were brilliant and don't forget they asked for nothing in return. It's no bad being able to dump teenagers for a fortnight or so and being able to forget about them. I hoped my parents dropped them a few quid after feeding and putting up with me for a month. I wasn't short of cash and I'd sort out an appropriate gift before I returned to the mainland.

Anyway, back to the storyline. Here I was, fed up and getting impatient as the ferry docked with the terrible twosome onboard. I couldn't see them but the boat was heaving and looking for two blonde kids with tippy up noses and big ears was a bit futile. Of course, I hadn't seen them for a couple of years which didn't help. I sat up on the wall by the pedestrian exit and watched for them. God, the boat was dripping with eye candy of all shapes and sizes and... contact! That had to be them, a pair were heading for me and the taller was waving at me . I got from the wall and stood there like a station master awaiting royalty, all I needed was a red carpet.

'Hi, Peter?' The taller boy of the two smiled at me with the hint of uncertainty in his eyes, the smaller completely ignored me and gazed into space, a right surly little oik,.

'You gotta be Joseph?'

'Yeah,' he grinned in relief. 'This is James, aka Jimmy when he's taking.'

'Hi, Jimmy,' I gave him a carefully rationed smile but it was wasted. At least he managed a grunt, he had to be thirteen. It was a touch of the teeny angst but I'd been there, seen it, done it and got the bloody t-shirt. I ignored him from then on.

'So, hows mum and dad?' I aked as a matter of courtesy.

'Fine, yours?'

'Same ol' same,' I laughed and we started to walk, Well, I walked and they staggered with a huge holdall each. God knows what they'd brought but they looked heavy, far to heavy to get all volunteery.

'Uncle Frank could have brought the car down,' James whinged.

'He's sick, you know that,' Joseph snapped.

'For fuck's sake,' James cursed and I waved him to a street bench and he collapsed. I sat one side of him and Joseph the other. I waited for Joseph to have a go at him but nothing was forthcoming, it was upto me.

'Listen. A few ground rules. No swearing in the house, the aunt and uncle wouldn't like it. Fred's ill, so best keep out of the house as much as possible.'

'Fair enough,' Joseph smiled at me and I felt myself warming to him, he was quite dishy and I was delighted to say that with his hair longer than his crew cut sibling his ears didn't seem sticky out at all. The little one looked like a blonde Dennis the Menace although I could do it or do him I should say. I know he was being an awkward little prick but they'd come across from Bristol which is a fair haul and they were probably bloody tired. The sun was thrashing down which didn't help and I really needed to raid the fridge.

'Mmmm... I suppose,' James conceded.

'Get three lollies, James,' Joseph hurriedly snatched a fiver from his pocket and shoved it at his brother. Naturally James moaned but took the note and ambled over to the mobile by the side of the road.

'Is he always like this?' I looked at Joseph paying a bit more attention. He truly was nice, a scattering of freckles across his nose and the fainest of blonde fuzzes on his cheeks. If he'd had the long girly hair he'd have been a clone of Simon albeit a younger one and I felt myself perking. I'd most certainly like to see this one with his kit off... and the kid brother to a lesser extent if you know what I mean.

'No, he's tired and he wanted to go to the school camp with his pals but mum couldn't afford it. Uncle Frank's cheap after all.'

'Yeah, I know. That's why I don't want to upset him. He's done the caravan up a bit since you were here. He's got hot water onboard, an old TV which is a decent size and a video player which is OK just in case it pisses down with rain.'

'Ah,' Joseph smiled. 'Brill.' He looked across at James who stood in a short queue waiting to be served. 'Gonna be a bit cramped in the 'van with three of us.'

'Not really,' I grinned indicating a take it or leave it point of view. 'The bed takes three, although the side benches make a decent single bed as well.'

'The bed takes three,' Joseph flashed me a glance and I realised I'd have to be careful what I said in future, he was quick.

'Yeah, I had a couple of pals stayed overnight and we all managed.'

'In the same bed?'

'Why not?'

He just shrugged, what else could he do. Anyway, James was coming back with three big lollies and I was pleased to see he was actually smiling.

When we resumed our journey I put James in the middle and told him to grab a handle on each holdall and then Joseph and I took the outside, that made life easier but that's discounting James' penchant for walking into people. I just think, on the bottom line he was an idiot. Then again, they say every family has one, my older sister got elected to the post in mine. When are you going to get a girlfriend? When are you going to dress properly? When are you going to start shaving? Shit, I don't want to start on about her and this story's about me not she after all.

We got home in one piece and I took the boys in to pay their respects to the uncle and aunt and Mary gave them the house rules again before we all tromped upto see Uncle Frank who she'd put to bed. She told us that she'd called in the doctor so we left her in peace and wandered down to the caravan. Jesus, it was so hot and the thing was like a furnace but I opened it all up. I had a chat with Joseph over a Coke and James decided to hose down the 'van to cool it. After shutting the windows, then bailing out amongst chucking around a few fucks we got him sorted out and he stormed off indoors to watch television.

'I really don't want him upsetting them,' I sat on the bed and Joseph sat alongside me.'

'Yeah, poor ol' Frank, he looks shitty.'

'Just a passing bug hopefully,' I stretched out and gazed at the ceiling. 'You've certainly sprouted up since we last saw each other.'

'We haven't upset you comimg down here? Sorta gatecrashing your holiday.'

'No, funnily enough my mates who were down went back this morning so I suppose a bit of company will stop me getting all pissed off and moody.'

'Like James, or Jimmy. Call him Jimmy for fuck's sake and keep him happy.'

'Right,' I laughed. Can I call you Jo, Joseph's a bit of a mouthful.' I could have bit my tongue after that little classic but he didn't quite have the sad sense of humour I have and he didn't say anything.

'Only if I can call you Pete,' he grinned. 'Peter's a bit of a mouthful.'

'No probs, Jo,' I set the small fan going. My mind was whirring or clunking like clockwork. I'd made a tiny double entendre, a bit of a camp Carry On joke I suppose totally without thinking and then he'd repeated it. Was he just idly chatting, was he mocking me or was he doing his own bit of fishing. Questions, questions. One thing was as sure as God made demonic kid brothers and that was I'd jump Jo's bones in a flash if I got the slightest encouragement. The more I took crafty peeps the more and more I liked what I saw, of course, looking like a shorter haired and slightly younger version of my true love didn't help.

'These are my pals.' I fished the folder out from the photography shop. They had a place by the harbour which did prints from digital memories and they did a good job. I didn't sort them out, I just passed over the twenty or so I'd kept.

'Um, hmmm...' He slowly worked his way through them making appropriate comments every now and then. 'Those are your two mates?' He lay two beach pictures of Simon and Jerry on the bed.

'Good guess.'

'Not really, theres another one of them sharing a shower and it looks to be around the back somewhere.'

'Ah, yes.' I'd forgotten that one but luckily they had their briefs on at the time not that it made a lot of difference. If he'd seen some of those that we'd deleted and didn't get printed he'd have freaked. 'Uncle Frank put in a rough and ready cold water shower in around the back. It's runs prett warm in this weather for about three minutes and then the mains kick in.'

'Cold?'

'Bet on it,' I laughed.

'He's nice ,' he wiggled one of Simon on the beach in his very skimpy speedos. 'Rude,' he giggled flicking one of Jerry laying there with his thumb hooked in the back of his swimmers showing the top of his crack.

'Probably touting for trade,' I remarked rather unwisely but it just slipped off the tongue as these things do with me. I really have the gift of opening my mouth and putting my foot right in it.

'Nice, all the same,' he smiled and looked through for the second time. 'Pair of fit kids, really fit,' he murmured examining the two under the shower,. I knew exacrtly what he was looking at, they both had white briefs on and I'm surprised the shop printed them, both boy's genitals were perfectly clear as the underwear was as good as transparent when wet.

'I'd like to get a digital but I can't afford it this time aorund,' I tried to cover the gap in the conversation.

'I've got one in my bag somewhere,' he said and started to go through the pictures for the third time sorting out six or seven of them. 'You can get a dirt cheap one in Woolworth or most chain stores... they get cheaper by the day.'

'I might,' I murmured trying to see what he was sorting out.

'Supper, dinner, evening meal, whatever... it's up,' James called in the door right then so any progress we were making was on hold. Aunt Mary was early but James or Jimmy as I had to call him had probably been hassling her.

She did a good meal but basic, the weather had no meaning for my Aunt Mary, a good example being that tonight we had Irish stew and mashed spuds of all things. All good schoolboy fare but maybe in the depths of winter not when we're going through a heatwave. I hadn't got the heart to tell her that a cold chicken salad was a damn sight cheaper, easier to prepare and cooler. I just hoped that the glowering Jimmy didn't open his big mouth and didn't say anything to upset her.

He did comment once that he'd burnt his mouth and Jo came back as quick as a flash with: 'Good'. That sort of terminated the conversation or nipped the complaint in the bud, take your pick.

We did the washup and tidy as was the norm and departed to the caravan, Jo had mentioned my holiday photograhs and Jimmy was eager to view. I was a sucker for punishment, I was still watching reactions or lack of them and was slightly encouraged with Jo, it was the shrimp's turn now. He upset me from the start.

'Your mate looks like a girl.'

'You're no oil painting yourself, Short Arse,' I snarled.

'At least I don't look like a girl.'

'Of course you do, Moaning Monica in the Potter book,' I grinned quite taken with my wit.

'Now, now!' Jo played umpire.

The moment passed and Jimmy kept his peace apart from commenting on the Jerry picture. Something along the lines that Jerry wouldn't have done that if he'd been around. What that was supposed to mean was a mystery and I left it. The night wore on and I got the TV going with a video and we sat until around nine. I must admit the country and sea air combined wears me out and this was my first night without sex for a fortnight, I was looking forward to a good kip even if I did have the tasty cousin and the grotesque cousin for company but Jimmy had one last surprise.

'Aunt Mary says I can use the spare room tonight,' he came out with that one around nine thirty.

'Mmm...' I looked at him and was at a loss for words. I didn't want him making a nuisance of himself then again I'd sleep better with him out of the way and his brother didn't seem at least put out, he didn't seem at all surprised either.

'Bugger off then,' Jo waved him away like a stray mosquito. 'Behave yourself.'

'Don't I always,' Jimmy grinned and stood to go. He really was rather nice in a Munster Family sort of way. he should dye his hair black and put on a dress, he'd probably get a part as the girl.

'Well, that's him,' Jo sighed as his brother said his goodnights and departed. 'How are we sleeping?'

'Er... I dunno, lay back and close your eyes I suppose.'

'No, dummy,' he laughed. 'Have I to sleep on the single thingy or in the bed? It's your shout after all.'

'Well, the bed I would have thought,' I looked at him and tried to look unconcerned. 'Unless you prefer to sleep alone - I don't care, it's upto you.'

'OK. the bed it is then, still...' he looked at his watch. 'It's a bit early yet.'

'Jeez,' I laughed. 'You're fourteen not four and you are on holiday, go mad, see the end of the vid.'

'Yeah, you're right,' he kicked off his trainers and shuffled up onto the bed which was broadside to the television. 'Holiday, brill. Holiday with Jimmy... pain,' he giggled and rolled around until he was comfortable. I was bloody sure he was up for it as they say but early days yet which they also say. I kicked my footwear off an crawled up onto the bed with him, he could attack me now if he felt the need but I wouldn't hold my breath.

'Is Jimmy always like this?'

'Nah,' Jo smiled. 'He's just going through one of his moodies. As I said, he really wanted to go to school camp with his weird pals but mum couldn't afford it, so, he finished up with me. I'm the one who should have the hump. I wanted to come myself this time around as I met some people last time I'd like to see again.'

'Ah, well. You can see them, I'll keep an eye on Jimmy.'

'You'll probably get on OK,' he laughed. 'What we doing about toilets, using the outside one?'

'Yeah, it's a bit better now, Frank's put a heater in, it's quite cosy. If you just want to have a pee use the gravel patch under the shower around the back.'

'Save me getting frostbite,' he grinned and tugged his trainers back on. 'Back in a bit.'

Whilst he was on his little trip I put the kettle on and prepared two drinking chocolates which Mary swore sent you to sleep. I didn't want to go to sleep really but I was knackered and I liked the taste of the stuff, hopefully so did Jo.

'Jeez. You were right, it is bloody cold out there,' he came back on rubbing his arms. Brass monkey weather.'

'I presume you like drinking chocolate. It's Aero, new stuff.' I clicked the small electric fire on for a bit.

'Yeah, fine,' he kicked his footwear off and flopped back onto the bed again. 'This vid's crap.'

'I know,' I laughed. 'Call it a day after this?'

'Sounds about right.' He parted the curtain and peered through the crack. 'The kid bro from hell must be asleep... away in Neverland, aaah.' He laughed and drew the curtain back. 'He'll be as bright as a daisy tomorrow.'

'Not if Jacko captures him in Neverland,' I laughed.

'Jimmy wouldn't mind.'

'Really?'

'Yeah, don't say anything though,' his voice had dropped. 'He tends to hang around older and bigger boys.'

Well, that was interesting but indicated nothing. Perhaps the brat was into hero worship but it gave me an opening. 'I can imagine Jimmy with Jacko, Jacko feeding him sweets and expensive toys and Jimmy sitting there grumping.'

'Quite a picture,' Jo grinned. 'Jimmy would take the money and run.'

'Who knows,' I passed a steaming mug over and resumed my place to see the end of the video which as he'd said was crap but better than gazing at a blank screen. I also studied his tummy as that was one of my things, boy's bellies. His was the gently rounded variety with a slightly sunken navel, as smooth as satin and absolutely kissable. The next stage up was the older boy like myself with the flat belly and the six pack coming through. I think I preferred the rounded smoothy type. Pity you could only collect them in the mind's eye.

He stretched on the bed and his tummy flattened out as he stretched. 'Where do you want me to sleep, inside or on the outside?'

'Take your pick, I'm easy.'

'Really?' He giggled.

'Really,' I looked at him laying there. I don't know if we were talking on the same wavelength or if we were at complete cross purposes. That's the trouble with double entendres and camp chat, things can go horribly wrong if you're talking to an innocent.

'I liked your pictures,' he completely changed the subject.. 'I didn't see any of you though, just your pals.'

'I only had a couple and they're in the file.'

'Ah, right,' he reached out for the folder which was still on the bed and raked around fishing the pictuires out. He went through the same rigmarole sorting them out and I noticed he seemed to like the one of Jerry's partially exposed crack and Jerry and Simon wet and sexy mainly. Mine were; one under the shower like the other two and one laying out on the sand with a rather prominent bulge, that naturally enough was taken by the idiot Jerry. 'Very nice,' he giggled. 'You look like you have hardon in this one,' he waved the one of me on the beach.

'Jerry took that,' I explained rather lamely.

'The dark boy?'

'Same age as you, you'd go well together,' I risked.

'Really?' he glanced at me.

'Really,' I laughed and so did he. Christ, were we talking turkey or not? To me he seemed to be beating about the bush but he probably thought the same about me.

'And he was the third who sleptover, with longhair, the blondy.'

'Yeah, Simon was longhair?'

'That's it.'

'Must have been fun. I spent a fortnight in here with Jimmy... mind you he has his moments.'

'Right,' I nearly sniggered but didn't. I still didn't know if he was dropping heavy hints or not but I'd had enough. I wanted to get to bed, at least almost naked and in the same bed something might happen. Sitting around talking a load of shit was getting us nowhere. Anyway, I wanted to see him in his knickers, so there! 'Right, I'm for bed.' I did my final walkabout, checking the curtains were all drawn properly and that the door was latched. Finally I turned off all the lights and the TV but left the fire on for the time being.

'Nice and cosy,' he remarked. 'Romantic.' Now there was a word with meaning.

'Really.' I laughed and dropped my jeans feeling his eyes on me. 'Romantic. there's a word. Is that down to ambience or the people concerned?' I moved past him and slipped into the bed. 'English language question there.' I only spoke as he'd gone silent, perhaps I'd embarassed him but he'd started the word games after all.

'Dunno,' he said shortly and stood up moving back a little into the shadows. He unclipped his waistband and shucked his khaki combats to his ankles then kicked them off. I tried not to watch to obviously but I did when he stepped back into the light. He was wearing tighty whities as I was and had a nice bulge, beautifully smooth long legs to go with the bulge. If he was a she the crack about legs all the way upto the arse would have come out. He was bloody dishy and no two ways about it. He kept his eyes down as he slipped into bed alongside me and it was a miracle how I kept my hands to myself, he was so much like Simon. 'Jeez,' it's cold in here,' his feet rubbed against mine and I suppose that was the start of it. He moved in and I felt his body heat mere inches away. Mind you the bed was a double but a rather cramped double and thank God for that.

'Snuggle in if you get too cold.'

'I'm too cold now,' he giggled nervously and I felt his gorgeous belly press against my side. I could even feel the heat of his groin against my hip. 'Alright?' His voice quavered.

'Fine,' I took the final step and turned inwards to face him feeling the warmth of his breath on my neck. 'I'm glad Jimmy decided on the bedroom.'

'So am I,' he chuckled and I felt him move fractionally but it was inwards, towards me. I took the very final gamble and put my arm over him and placing my hand in the small of his back pulled in in slightly and he just sighed and I felt his face against the crook of my neck. Our groins met and he pressed against me and snuffled against ny neck. 'So am I,' he repeated and I felt his arm smake out but he was bolder than I was, his hand settled on my bum and pressed binding us even closer. We were doing everything other than kissing.

'You could get me going,' I pressed into him letting him feel my hardness or if he couldn't then he was brain dead or devoid of any feeling whatsover. He clearly wasn't.

'Excellent,' he purred and he snuggled in again only this time I felt his lips on my throat and I moved my hand just a fraction so that my fingers nudged at the waistband of his briefs. 'Go for it,' he whispered and I slipped my hand downwards inside his briefs savouring and then cupping one ultra smooth buttock. I squeezed it gently and he ground his awakening penis against mine already totally aroused. 'Now this is nice,' I saw the flash of his eyes in the gloom and kissed him on the nose. 'Nicer I meant.' He was pressing against me forcing me onto my back which gave me the opportunity to free my other arm and move it. A second later I had both hands in his knickers grasping soft and pliable flesh and he was moving against me moaning his pleasure. We were now both fully hard so no more chat about wavelengths.

I rolled onto my side again more forcefully this time and slid his briefs down his long legs and at last he tore at mine nearly tearing them in the process of getting them down. He dived onto my cock like a gannet onto a fish. God, the feel of his soft warmth around my cock and his smooth belly moving against my legs had my mind in a turmoil. I had to have him but he clearly wanted to go the whole way and a tasting was on the menu. I shuffled around on the bed holding his head lightly as he moved up and down on my aching hardness. He gasped and spasmed as I got him into position and swallowed his own boyish cock. I toyed with his tight pubic bush and played with his heavy ballbag as I sucked slowly and sensually and he did the same for me. It was a forgone conclusion we would make love sooner or later and this was a good start. I wished I hadn't hidden my lube away but I had so as we sixty nined I managed to lick my finger and worked it into his tight little arse.

'Ah, my Gawd,' he spluttered around my cock and clamped onto my finger as I broached his tight pucker and moved inside him. 'This is better than Jimmy.' He took my hot cock deep into his throat and I felt his tightness around my finger increase as he fucked into my mouth nearly choking me. He was good and I could wish it would last forever but it never does. I came first, long streamers of juicy cum which he slurped and swallowed and then he squeezed me dry as he still slowly fucked into my mouth. Once I was clean he sped up again and I gave him what he wanted. That was a good sucking and a hard and deep finger fucking.

He squealed and then went limp moaning as he started to offlaod his slippery boy juice into my mouth, all the time I moved my finger against his prostate coaxing every last drop of his hot spunk into my throat.

'Jesus, that was something else,' he smiled and I saw his teeth gleam just before our lips met in a kiss and we cuddled int he dark and the fug. I'd left the fire on and it had got quite warm so we lay naked atop the bed slowly moving around and this time really exploring each other's bodies. I apologised to Simon mentally, I was in love again and with his younger clone... and there was another waiting in the wings.

'Now I'm glad I have to guest the cousins,' I grinned as I stroked his hair and down his smooth back.

'Betcha you were a bit iffy earlier on.'

'I was more with Jimmy than you I have to admit, he's overdoing the thirteen year old teeny grumpy a bit.'

'He's broody.'

'Do you do..,?'

'What? Have sex, fuck?'

'Bluntly.'

'Well, I've done him a few times but I haven't let him do me yet.'

'That's why he's broody,' I went all serious and explained a fact of life to him. 'If he's your usual randy kid, he'll want to shag you. If you hold off he'd finally assume you're taking the piss and move on.'

'He's so bloody big...' Jo moaned. 'He'll hurt me.'

'Don't be a big girl, you do him and he does you, it's the way it goes.' I kissed him again feeling his body tremble. 'If I do you, you do me... even Stevens.'

'Really?'

'Really,' I laughed.

'I've done Jimmy a few times now but I've never been done, I'm a virgin.' The way he came out with it nearly made me laugh but only nearly. I know he was scared but if you're going to go around fucking boys there's always a payback sooner or later. Of course, there's always the kosher queen bitch boy but they'e few and far between. You can become a predator and take, take, take but I prefer the mutual way. Anyway, it's fun and I've never had any problems with payback, why should Jo.

'I wanna make love to you,' I pushed the point and pulled him onto me and felt his arms encircle me.

'All the way?' His voice broke into a squeak.

'No other way, Jo boy,' I cuddled him and we lay in the darkness backlit by the red glow of the fire. As he'd said earlier, romantic and the night wasn't over yet.

We eventually slept after I'd got up and turned the fire off. The caravan cooled and got quite cold but we kept our warmth as we lay in our sweat and funk happy with ourselves and what had gone so far. There was more to come but that could wait, I didn't want to rush him and there was the matter of the kid brother from hell. My problem is I think too much and a moody and miserable Jimmy was uppermost in my mind. Make him happy and my relationship with Jo would flourish even if it was in a threesome. A disgruntled Jimmy would lead to a miserable holiday and ongoing hassle, I needed to get the kid shagging. Apart from that he would break Jo in, it seemed reasonable if a little perverse. I would insist on watching in my role of tutor, believe that one.

Of course, by the time the birdies were doing their clog dance on the aluminium roof of the caravan I'd had time to sleep on it. I always awoke early in the mornings and today was no exception, glancing at my little clock I saw that it had just gone six and I was as hard as a hormoned up sixteen year old. Nothing new there but this particular kid had a nice, soft, smooth and utterly fuckable fourteen year old asleeep barely inches away. All the previous night's thoughts and resolutions were binned on the spot. I wanted sex and Jo was it.

It was chilly but I peeled the bedding down slowly and gently exposing my stiff member laying up on my belly. I spent a moment admiring my six inches of steaming hardon and then leant over and kissed Jo's smooth buttocks one at a time and then greatly daring ran my tongue across his smooth and still warm skin. He mumbled sleepily and rolled onto his belly snuggling his face into the pillow. It was now or never, I slipped from the bed and recovered my lube from it's hiding place.

Back in bed I pulled the bedding back up and gave Jo a little tug and he rolled back on his side pressing his soft bottom against me and I snuggled in pressing my hardness against his yielding flesh.

'Whatcha doing?' He mumbled and snuggled back even harder, he snickered as my hardness slid between his legs and he clamped on me as I kissed and nuzzled at the back of his slender neck. 'Mmm...' he pressed against me. 'You're so hard.'

'So are you,' I'd reached around and had grasped his stiff cock. He was online. I moved his loose skin to and fro and he shuddered. 'I wanna make love to you, babes. Right now.'

'OK.' his voice shook. 'Don't hurt me. Stop if I say so.'

'Natch,' I withdrew a little and smeared lube on my penis. I then slipped my fingers between his clamped cheeks pressing against his ring and smeared the glop into his cleft. I was so hard and so randy I didn't go through the long and gentle tenderising you should do with a virgin. I just slipped my oiled spike between his tight orbs and as he wriggled pressed in. I took him in one and he froze trying to expell me by anal muscle alone but it was no good, I was lodged in him and there was no going back.

'It hurts,' he moaned and I gave a little push moving deeper into his delicious heat and he seemed to surrender, he went limp and I moved again, this time I grasped his own hardness with my oily hand and he groaned. 'That's better,' he sighed and I felt his resistance ease. 'Slowly.' That was an order and I obeyed, I knew it was going to be alright now. Clutching his warm body I moved slowly and carefully in and out sinking deeper and deeper opening him up doing a Star Trek - going where no man (or boy) had gone before. In the end we were moving together and I felt my pubics press against his soft buttocks.'

'You are so hot,' I whispered pressing into him hard and munching his neck.

'As good as Simon?'

'Yeah,' I grinned. So, what's a little white lie here and there. 'You are so good,' I was moving faster now and he just lay there and accepted it, the big breakthrough came when he stated to push back onto me and then his happy little moans as my engorged meat pressed and rubbed against his prostate.

'Faster, Pete, faster,' he groaned and pushed back onto my sweaty belly holding my hip with his hand. 'Yeah, go,' he grunted and pushed back really hard and this time I went for it. The 'van was filled with the sound of sweaty flesh meeting as I rooted him and he took to it like a fish to water, pressing back and groaning until I sent my heated surges deep into his gut. We lay motionless as I voided the remainder in slimy squirts and I crushed him back into my chest with my softening cock nesting in his oozing fanny.

'So good,' I whispered and pressed my softening penis into his messy and extremely fluid gut.

'I could get to like that,' he sniggered and pulled free, luckily as a good defrocked Boy Scout I was prepared, I rammed a small towel between his cheeks. 'You cum loads,' he turned to me and I grasped his penis which had gone off the boil but soon hardened up as I massaged it with my oily hand. He pressed me onto my back slipping on top and trying to ram his tongue down my throat. His hardness slipped and slid against my own deflated organ. I knew perfectly well what he wanted and was happy to oblige. I parted my legs and lifted my knees, naturally enough his hardness found it way under my balls searching for my hole, he wasn't that much of a novice. 'I've never done it face to face,' his eyes avoided mine.

'First time for everything, lover boy,' I shoved him up into a kneeling position and shuffled down lifting my knees to my chest.

'Oh, my Gawd,' he moaned and positioning himself exerted a slow but firm pressure opening me up and sinking into my body. I know I bleat on about this but boy cock does feel good especially when it's an oversexed teeny and he was certainly one of those.

'Go for it, Jo,' I wrapped my legs around him and he went. Slow and gentle at first but then harder and harder pushing me up the bed and actually making the caravan rock. A bloody good job it was the crack of dawn and I hoped neither the uncle, the aunt or the kid brother were looking from their windows. In the end he came in a gush of cum, almost a flood of the slippery white boy juice and I could see why his brother liked it so much. This kid was a satyr and he was still shagging as he softened and squelched in my flooded hole. 'Enough, Jo,' I flathanded his beautiful belly and he reluctantly withdrew falling on me and settling for a sweaty kissfest.

'Fucking hell, I thought I was going to die,' he grinned as he lay on me idly grinding his messy groin against mine.

'So did I,' I smiled back. I looked at the clock and it had gone seven, time flies when you're having fun as they say and we'd certainly had done just that. I had one task to carry out before my mission was complete and we could enjoy our holiday as a bunch of friends. That was to get the kid brother his dues. I knew what he wanted and now I also knew that Jo would have no problems, I just had this kink, I wanted to watch my two teenage cousins shag in front of my very eyes. Not too much to ask for acting the Fairy Godmother. Well, less of the fairy but you know what I mean.

I peered from the window and could see movement through the kitchen window, it was early but better some movement that no movement.

'I feel a right mess,' he lay back and grinned quite happily. 'I need a shower and... er.'

'An abortion,' I supplied the word.

'Jeez,' he gave me a look of mock disgust. 'But yeah.' He grinned.

Jo was gone and back in twenty minutes looking a lot brighter and I did the same, the difference being that as I came down from the bathroom in my shorts with a towel around my neck Jimmy was in the kitchen making tea, three mugs I noticed.

'Morning, Jimmy,' I lounged against the kitchen sink and watched him for a moment, I knew breakfast wouldn't be ready until nine and Mary would never venture anywhere near the caravan, we were safe. 'Fetching the tea out?'

'That's the plan,' he said grumpily but not quite as grouchy as the previous day. Never mind, I had something to put a smile on his face.

'Sleep well?'

'Like a log,' he actually grinned. 'Mind you it was nice and peaceful without Jo jumping around.'

'Well, talking about Jo...' I tailed off.

He just laughed which was something I treasured, A laugh out of the miserable little sod, now that was something. I returned to the caravan and left him to his tea making.

'Jimmy's up,' I informed Jo as I went back into the 'van. 'He's making tea,' I glanced at the clock and it was now just before eight. We had an hour before breakfast just enough time for my litle plan to work provided both the boys were willing and able. 'How's your bum?'

'Alright,' he laughed. 'What a question... you after seconds or something?' He looked at me and I knew he was up for it again.

'Later. Now's your chance to look after Jimmy, he has needs as well.'

'Oh, I shall after your little lecture,' he fellback on the bed also only in shorts and looked up at me and then at the clock. Before either of us had a chance to say anything else there was a kick on the door and I opened up to find Jimmy balancing a tray and trying to open the door. I let him in and he came in with the tray and set it down. I decided to go for broke, no messing but fast and brutal.

We sugared and sat with our teas in silence for a little while and I made my move. 'Did you have a good wank last night, Jim?'

'Don't be so bloody nosey?' He burst out and went a deep crimson. 'Pervy bastard.'

'Jo and I did,' I said calmly ignoring his outburst. 'One thing missing was the randy Jim.'

'I'm not into all that crap,' he spluttered looking at his brother for reassurance but getting none.

'Oh, I dunno,' I moved slowly so that I was standing behind him and put my hands on his shoulders feeling the warmth of his body through his t-shirt. 'Stand up.'

'Piss off.'

'Stand up, Jimmy, you'll like this,' Jo stood and approached.

''Come on, guys,' Jimmy wailed but half rose and I helped him the remainder. I moved in behind him and his body trembled. He probably thought that his elder brother had promised him as a sacrificial lamb for slaughter but that wasn't the case as Jo demonstrated. I hooked the front of Jimmy's shorts down as he struggled to keep them up and then Jo tugged the kid's briefs down exposing the sweetest boy cock and one that was already half hard. Jimmy writhed in my arms but as soon as Jo had the briefs out of the way he sank his mouth over Jimmy's rapidly hardening boy cock. The thirteen year old relaxed in my arms and resistance fled as he felt his brothers warm wetness around his cock. 'Jo-ey,' he wailed and tensed as my lips flitted around his neck savouring his smooth skin and his boyish taste. I had to have this one as well but not now, it was time for Jo to do his stuff. I reached around and grasped Jimmy's slippery and now fully hard cock as his brother dropped his shorts and lay on the bed naked. 'Oh, my Gawd,' he moaned. They must have had the same script writer,

'Wanna fuck or drink tea, Jim?'

'Fuck,' he groaned and pulled to the bed. I let him go, he fell on Jo and Jo welcomed him with open arms. As they writhed and maneuvered around on the bed I grabbed Jimmy and annointed his five incher with my lube. He might have been embarassed or even a bit annoyed as he tried to protest and pull away but once he saw what I was upto he grinned and held steady. By now Jo had assumed the doggy position and Jimmy after giving me a grateful grin postioned himself and after a fumble took Jo in one slow thrust. That was it, I sat and drank my tea whist they went at it and Jimmy scored his first boy (to my knowledge) and the boy was his older brother. Jimmy didn't know it but his older cousin was in the queue as well but no rush. As I watched his slippery cock lunge and plunge into his brother I also watched his smooth white bottom move to and fro and that was mine as well but not just yet.

It seemed they both enjoyed it and to complete the little session I gave Jo a nice blow watched by young Jimmy just to assert my sex creds and he enjoyed every minute of the show. He even got hard again but I wasn't putting my mouth around that. Jimmy watched and even giggled as I took Jo's rather weak squirts and let some splash onto my jaw just for show .

'You are so dirty,' he grinned in admiration. I had a fan.

'So, I'm OK to give you babies later on, Jimbo?'

'Maybe,' he giggled. Well, that was a lot better than no. The thing was I knew a place to take them, a place I used to use with Simon. They'd love it but breakfast called and if you're going to have sex all the time you need to feed the inner man. The point was Jimmy was smiling and that had to be an improvement of what had gone before, I had the feeling young Jim was going to be dipping his wick a lot more before the holiday was over.

We had breakfast with Aunt Mary and she told us that Frank was feeling much better, in return we told here that we'd lunch out and be back in for the night in time for our evening meal. She seemed relieved that we were getting on together and out of the blue Jimmy decided he'd be sleeoing in the caravan after all. I don't quite know what brought that about but I could guess. In the caravan after breakfast I suggested we go and lounge about on the beach past Nettlestone Point.

'There's a place I'd like to take you to in Seaview. I'm a member so I can take you in.' I hoped that they'd go for it, there were some quite interesting people used the place.

'What a drinking club?' Jimmy said eagerly.

'Nah, a sauna.'

'Ah, I know. All those old gays doing dirties,' he smirked. Good ol' Jimmy, he knew it all or thought he did.

'Not quite, lots of youngsters find their way there. There's always one or two hanging around. I thought three plus one makes four.'

'Well done,' Jimmy said sarcastically.

'Four makes two pairs, a threesome we can do anytime it rains right here in the van.'

'Jeez,' Jo grinned and Billy laughed. They weren't that thick after all. More importantly they were just as determined to get some good times out of their holiday as I was. Of course they were, but back to me again. My plan was to find Jo a nice youth or young man to broaden his experience and have some quality time with Jimmy and I mean alone. I still had visions of that little tight little white arse of his, as Jo had said he was well developed but that was to Jo, his bottom was all ten year old. Weird, a thirteen year old with an older dick and a younger bum, dunno about you but it worked for me. We said good bye to Aunt Mary and I popped in on my own to see Fred, he was looking much better and seemed relived when I told him I was keeping the boys away from his wife.

It was another stonkingly hot day and we wandered down the road dressed as most of the others both oldsters and youngsters in t-shirt and shorts. We could have got a bus to Seaview but took the walk basically ogling the passing trade and there was plenty, if I hadn't had my own tame 'chickens' I'd have been on the trawl. Most of the youngsters seemed to be in company but there were the odd ones in evidence. In the end we got to the beach and did all the usual, a bit of swimming, a bit of sumbathing, and joined with some other kids kicking a ball around but in the end we went to one of the local snackeries and ate. The time was coming on two o'clcock and it was just too hot for the beach, it was time to take them on an adventure.

This sauna rather grandly called itself a Turkish Baths and was old, by that I mean it was Edwardian, even Victorian and was quite famous in certain circles and very restricted in it's clientelle. Not the place for youir normal holidaymakers although some of the younger ones were very evident as 'guests'. Martin had taken me there and I'd joined bumping my age upto eighteen as he had. Surprisingly it wasn't expensive for a subscription and I think it depended on donations from some of the wealthier old boys. Martin had told me that the trick was to keep a low profile and not come to the older clients attention otherwise you'd be knee deep in elderly pervs.

It was a nondescript building around in the backstreets and I took the lad inside in double quick time hoping that it was nice and quiet inside and we got lucky it was. I booked in and signed them in both as over eighteen which gave the receptionist a smile. Given our bathrobes and towels I took them to the locker room and we were off. Both were like a pair of children in the Spooky Woods, when they stripped off they were looking around as if expecting a bunch of seventy year olds to appear from the woodwork. In fact, they weren't far wrong but as Martin had said originally 'keep yourself to yourself' and we'd used the place three or four times without undue interference.

I gave them a brief tour of the place and was delighted to see the usual combination of older guys with beach bums types in tow. Also some twenty or thirty somethings with much younger in company and a couple who could be young lovers or even rent boys. The latter were well under twenty and drew my attention but only because of their age. We had a nice soapy shower which was pleasant after the beach and then perched in the steam room and just nattered away.

'There are small rooms around the back of here if we need them,' I glanced at Jimmy trying to give him the message.

'Let's hope no one's in one doing the dirty and we burst in,' Jo giggled nervously.

'Very unlikely as the doors show a red tag if locked and a green tag if empty.'

'Like a toilet,' Jimmy remarked brightly (for him).

'Exactly.' At that moment the two younger types from outside came in and we did what people did in steam rooms and that was ogle but pretend not to. This was a mixed race pair, one, the older a local boy by the looks of things and the younger who could have been sixteen or seventeen was black and I mean a black African, certainly too dark to be a West Indian. I had no idea how they ended up there but it must have been by introduction, there was no other way to get in. The older one spent a little time in the steamer and left but the young black remained. He was quite good looking for a sooty and don't get me wrong, I'm not racist but I prefer West Indians to Africans. Well, I suppose that is racist but sod it, everyone's entitled to preferences. I noticed this kid spared our Joseph a few glances and Jo did a few girly looks in return.

Jimmy nudged me and smirked nodding at Jo. 'He's got a taste for it,' he whispered.

'I heard that you little prick,' Jo spoke over his sweaty shoulder.

I laughed. If Jo was beginning to like cock he was taking it to the next stage as this black kid was big and I mean extra big, his flaccid meat hung at a good six inches soft and God knows what it hardened up at but he showed no sign of interest other than casually scoping young Jo every now and then.

'I'm thirsty,' Jimmy whined as he does.

'Come on then, I'll escort you to the snackery in case you get swagged.' I said. 'Back in a tick,' I told Jo and we were away before he could respond. I had visions of him impaled on a big black cock when we returned but I was to busy trying to brush off Jimmy who seemed attached to my arm. I don't think the getting swagged remark helped. We got some cold drinks and returned to the steam room and lo and behold the black kid was sitting with Jo and they were having an amiable discussion, talk about a quick worker. He'd seen his opportunity and made his move and Jo was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

They both looked around as Jimmy and I entered and I handed Jo his can.

'This is, Josh, he's on holiday,' Jo beamed looking very pleased with himself. The black nodded and gave a broad smile.

'Hi,' I sat down and Jimmy gave his teeny grunt. 'How long a holiday have you got, Josh,' I decided to be polite.

'Two weeks.' He spoke in a perfectly cultured English voice. He looked to be seventeen but could have been older, maybe a student of sorts.

'Same as us three,' Jimmy actually spoke .

'This is my kid brother and older cousin,' Jo launched into a family history bit which Josh took in but I guessed he could have done without Jimmy and myself.

'Swim?' I spoke to Jimmy. 'We can grab a room and lie down after.' This was for Jo and Josh's benefit, letting them know that I knew what the score was and blah, blah. Jo took the point and I thought he was going to panic for a moment being left along but he didn't.

'Catch you later,' he grinned and Josh gave us the full beam again, he also gave me a quick wink. A young man after my own heart.

'You leaving them alone?' Jimmy hissed as we sploshed around in the pool returning to the side to sup our drinks.

'Why not? That's what we came for, a number four and Jo's got him... luck of the draw.'

'I suppose,' Jimmy grinned and then laughed. 'Jo'll have a hole like the Chunnel after that one.'

'So will you when I've finished with you,' I made a grab and he shrieked bringing disapproving glares from a couple of oldsters. We played around for a bit which you weren't supposed to do, sedate was the keyword in this place so in the end I sedately escorted my little Jimmy all bundled up in his towel and bathrobe to one of the private rooms. These were the only letdown in the place. I imagine in the old days they had four posters or something with stacks of velvet, damask and rich lace with loads of Victoriana but now they were just a basic cabin with a plastic sheeted bed and a lock on the door. Quite sordid really but built for purpose and that purpose was quick and convenient sex.

'Come here,' I grabbed Jimmy once locked in and held his smaller body against mine.

'Mmmm...,' he sniggled (which is a giggly snuggle or a typo) against me and I felt his hand snake inside my bathrobe and grasp my turgid meat which instatntly started to come to life. 'It would be nicer in the 'van, more sexy,' he giggled.

'That'll be tonight when you get done twice.'

'And shag twice,' he reminded me.

'Yep,' I lifted him and he giggled even more almost going hysterical as I lay him on the bed spreading his gown and tugging the towel from around his waist displaying his jerking cock and his now sun reddened body. Perfecto, a perv's dream. He had a tight bush of blonde pubics far less than his brother's but his boy cock was well upto size. He was more or less the same size as Jo and it was a nice size on a slightly built kid as he was. 'Big dick for a runt.'

'Cheers, Prince Charming,' he grinned and tugged at my towel allowing my own engorged weapon to jerk free. 'Wowsers, Donkey Dick.'

'All your's baby.'

'We haven't got any lube,' he sat up in a panic. 'No lube, no nooky.'

'Calm down,' I grinned. 'I brought my own.' I grabbed his ankles and twisted them and flipped him over and he gave a startled yelp which soon died a death as I dived on him and my lips and tongue started on his tiny derriere.

'Ooooh...' he warbled as I lapped and licked at his crack gradually coaxing his legs open until I could see his tiny pucker. I lifted him by his hips and fed just like a bloody vampire but no biting. He smelt soapy and was so clean that he virtually sparkled and as I lapped and sucked at his little ring he thust his bottom up. His slippery and spit slicked little muscle almost pouted at me and I prodded with my tongue and then slid one finger in him quite easily. I knew that after his fun and games with his older brother he'd have no real problems with me but better safe than sorry. Anyway, I liked munching sweet boy fanny and his was certainly that. 'Gawd, this is so evil...' he grunted pushing his bottom up onto my slurping and sucking. Slipping my finger out I dripped some more spittle onto his pucker and then slid two fingers in deep and he clamped on them moaning and groaned like he was being fucked by the real thing but that came next.

I did the changeover from fingers to erection almost seamlessly and he just groaned his satisfaction and reached back holding my hips as I slowly moved to and fro until I felt my length in him and he wriggled on me making himself comfortable. 'Now that is big,' he whispered craning his head around to look at me.

'Full frontal next time,' Sweet Nuts.'

'Great,' I hardly heard that as my lips met his stiffling the word. We exchanged kisses for a moment but then he faced into the plastic pillow and shoved his little bum up onto me. 'Go on then, Pete. Do your stuff. Jo me.' I didn't know if that meant to shag him like Jo did or like I'd done Jo but I couldn't bother working it out. I just moved in and out slipping my full length out to my knob and then slowly slid it back in. He liked the slow fuck but the novelty wore off and he went animalistic pushing back harder as I ravished his tight little bottom faster and faster. I was so looking forward to doing the frontal in the caravan but this was good for me. He was also one of those who liked it which Jo hadn't mentioned, he moaned and sighed and I knew that when I flipped him over he would be as hard as a spike. No shrinking violet our Jimmy, he was a boy shag and a shagger to be crude. Wonderful.

When I came in him it was a cracker and he giggled and then pulled faces as I pulled out and squirted my final splashes onto his smooth balls and stiff cock.

'Gawd, you are so dirty,' he grinned as I massaged my own cum into his meat and his shrunked scrotum. Just to be even dirtier I slipped two fingers into his cum drenched flesh working them in and out of his recently battered ring. 'So dirty,' he gently wanked my spunk into his hardness. 'I'm so sexed up,' he whispered and waggled his slippery meat suggestively.

'From the front.' I lay on my back.

'How do we do this.' He looked genuinely puzzled.

''Kneel there, I'll show you.'

He didn't need much showing. He leand over me kissing with his slippery erection slipping against mine but then moved in, located and pushed against me. I felt my ring open up and then the heat and thickness enter. He was quite easily as large as his brother which was odd but I wasn't beefing, he did it well in spite of his lack of experience and I enjoyed him as much as he enjoyed me. He played it nice and slow and just for that moment in time and space the surly and cranky thirteen year old disappeared and he was good loving. He liked to kiss whilst doing it which is a bit breathtaking but I can live with that. As he moved faster building upto his climax the kissing stopped and he grinned down at me maniacally with his teeth bared. Rambo Junior I suppose but it was good and my hands grasped at his slippery white buttocks as he hammered away until his hot surges cum. Nice one, as they say and I lay there well pleased as I felt his slippery squirts and spurts fill me to capacity. He had a good head of steam even after his morning performance with Jo which boded well for future sessions.

As we lay there after in post coital relaxation we idly kissed and mauled each other. I briefly thought of Josh's long black cock inside Jo but dismissed the thought. Jimmy was mine and he was in the mood. Fuck it. I rolled him onto his back and pushed his knees upto his chest.

'Piss off, you can't,' he groaned and then smiled up at me. 'You haven't got it in you.'

'Maybe not,' I grined. 'But it's worth a go,' I leant forward kissing him on his eager lips and pushed at his cum oozing and slightly puffy sphincter re-entering his now slippery but willing body. He just grinned at me and wrapped his legs around my waist, we were off. I'd thoroughly enjoyed my previous fortnight and sure as God made little Jimmys, brother Jo and black African students I was going to enjoy the second or die in the attempt.

THE END

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