Summer Fling

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A SUMMER FLING

4 - Entente Cordiale

by

G. Gutter

A footnote to start with and if that isn't arse about face I don't know what is. The Entente Cordiale refers to the Anglo-French Entente of 1904 to get all historical and used as a chapter title that slightly gives things away. If you're in the slightest bit interested check it out in a decent reference book assuming your bookcase holds more than porn (or 'smut' which sounds better). Here we go.

The afternoon on the beach passed quickly, it was all sexplay, there was no more real sex by which I mean there was no more fucking but the new boys got involved in a sixty niner with Jo and Jimmy right towards the end so they were well onto the slippery slope of fable. By the time we got sorted out and back onto the high road, the coast road, we were all the best of friends. Jo and Jimmy even got invited to call around to Chris and Bryan's in the morning although Josh and I opted out. I thought it better if the boys had their own fun and Josh and I could do what we liked. I was rather intrigued with the French kids he reckoned were down the hall from him and as he said, his hostel was worth a sniff around as he put it.

We parted with Chris and Bryan and later with Josh who arranged to come around about nine in the evening. The boys wanted to smuggle Josh into our 'van but I decided to tell Uncle Fred and Aunt Mary, it seemed silly to book yourself trouble smuggling in pals when it was just as easy to declare them. The boys couldn't see this, I think they just liked the idea of 'pulling a stunt' as they called it. But in the end I won them around to my way of thinking, trouble was bad enough but unnecessary trouble was a no-no as far as I was concerned.

Supper was fine, Fred still looked a bit ill but Mary confided that us keeping out of the way helped which I guess it did. I told her about our mate Josh staying overnight and she was surprisingly cool about it especially when I said he'd be gone before breakfast and unless she looked she probably wouldn't even see him.

We sat around in the remains of the sun just passing the time of day with Fred although the boys busied themselves in the kitchen cleaning up beforehand and when, eventually Fred tottered indoors to his television we retired to the 'van. The problem was that it was so stifling after a day's sunlight on the metal roof but we opened up and Jimmy did his usual of running water over the top to try and cool it down. We also removed the centre table and then made up the bed on the floor. I'd smuggled some cans of lager in but only allowed the lads two each, I didn't want them in and out all night pissing around the back of ther caravan and to be fair, I wanted them relaxed not as drunk as baby skunks.

Just before nine Jimmy went to the front garden to keep an eye out for Josh and eventually returned with our sex toy. Note: Josh had a designation now, we were all intent on using and abusing, poor ol' Josh didn't get a say in things... he was our 'sooty sex symbol' and that was it. We settled down and once it was dark I drew the curtains although I was forced to leave the windows ajar as it was so warm. One thing that soon became obvious and that was that a foursome on the basic caravan bed was an impossibility and I dragged little Jimmy down onto the madeup bed on the floor. Jimmy was my favourite I think, he was a bit of a idiot in a nice way I hasten to add but he was blinding sex and I let him do me first once the petting and buggering about was over. Jo was up top with Josh and I think they were doing it but I was too involved with Jimmy to really care. Once he calmed down he was good and I mean cuddly good, he kept his mouth shut (for a change) and even put me in mind of Simon sometimes not that he could measure upto my Simon.

'You're my favourite cousin,' he breathed warmly in my ear as his hard boy cock slowly pumped away inside me. I grinned, I was thinking the same thing. He was a little boy but big enough where it counted and he had enough energy to light a small town.

'Mmmmm...' I pushed back onto his slow thrusts and savoured his hardness and heat. As a background I could hear the two on the bed and from Jo's moaning and groaning I guessed Josh was taking first fuck. That's a bloody stupid thing to say thinking about it, it was either Josh fucking or there was a fifth person in the caravan. I pushed back harder as I felt Jimmy going faster and clutched our makeshift pillows as I felt him jerk.

'Peter,' he sighed and slapped in for the last time and then I felt his warm spurts and the easing as he continued to fuck on his own semen.

Later we lay in the heat and just cuddled and talked in whispers trying to ignore what was going on in the bed above. It sounded like Jo and Josh had swopped places and I could hear Jo muttering sweet nothings. I mouthed Jimmy's jaw line as he squirmed alongside.

'Which one you going for tomorrow?' I asked.

'Gonna try Bryan.'

'A good tip is to let him do you first then he's under some sort of obligation... otherwise let him know beforehand it's going to be fuck for fuck.'

'Got experience have you?' He sniggered.

'Yeah, I have,' I replied thinking back to Martin. 'Don't give away shags unless you're in love then it's a whole new scene. You do what you think's right.'

'It ain't love,' he giggled. 'It's only a bit of nooky.'

'That's what they all say,' I cuddled him tightly and we pulled bedding over ourselves. Enough was enough and at the end of a long day it was nice to just lay there and finally relax and to drift off to sleep. Well, the master plan that that we'd have a sexfest all night long never happened, it was as easy as that. Josh and Jo slept on the 'vans bed and although I heard them moving around in the night I don't think they went 'active' and as for myself and Jimmy we slept. It was warm and the sleep wasn't undisturbed, a good example being that I got carried away just before dawn and ravaged his little bottom. He was so sweet, cuddly and such a slut I just couldn't turn it down. He seemed to have spent most of the might shoving his little bum at me so in the end I just slid in and gave him what he wanted. It was nice and easy, almost romantic, just a nice slow joining and when I finally filled his little bottom with my cum I went to sleep still inside his warm flesh and still hard.

Jo was up first and it was damn early. I heard him unlock and then go missing. I presumed he visited the house's old outside toilet but he returned later with mugs of tea so he wasn't totally useless. We all finished up on the upper bed just generally groping and playing around until we sighed movement in the house, Aunt Mary was about her business. I got dressed and went over and said good morning helping her with the breakfast. I think she was a bit surprised to find that Josh was a 'negro' as she probably thought of him but being a polite little old English lady she made no comment. She probably thought he'd escaped from a slave ship. Well, she wasn't quite that old but she was a bit unworldly and the Isle of Wight is one of those places that time seems to pass by.

We didn't hit the road until later and my two cousins headed for their new friend's place after arranging to meet for lunch around two o'clock at the bus station which was a good central location. The point was that if they didn't show I'd have to assume they were set for the day with their friends, no problems either way as long as they were back at the house for the evening meal - I wasn't their guardian after all. Josh and I headed for his club, he had to book into his group which was a formality but he had to do it all the same. I think our vague intent was to try our hand with the mystery Frenchies and just generally see if there were any other likely lads floating around. I might have said earlier (and I probably did) that I found the heat a turn on. I don't know if it was the, shorty shorts, the abbreviated belly free t-shirts or the temperature but I was walking around with a half hardon all the time. It was frustrating but all I wanted to do was to shag someone or for a second best get shagged. On the other hand it could have been my age, I was just a heaving mass of hormones. Gawd, summer holidays! I was like this the previous year, probably why I'd fallen into Martin's arms like a ripe plum or a ripe fifteen year old at the time.

I might have knocked the Isle of Wight but there was plenty to do although most of it related to beaches and sunbathing, there were a couple of royal residences and various sanctuaries for birds and whatnots but all I could think of were naked and demanding boy's bodies. I was beginning to think I should have stuck with the boys and gone for their day long sex marathon which is what I was sure they had in mind. Anyway, we got to the club and my views changed somewhat. It was the time of day when they all got sorted out into their various groups and then hit the high road or more likely the beaches. Josh reported into his lot and returned with a big grin.

'That's me clear for the day,' he looked around. 'Wanna try the cafeteria?'

I shrugged, I was too busy ogling the assorted bodies wandering around. Most of them looked half dead which may have been down to the long hot night or cross cabin pollination. As soon as we went into the large cafeteria I spotted the two French boys over in the corner looking rather bored and also surveying the hustle and bustle.

'Come on,' Josh grabbed two Cokes and quickly paying for them hurried across to our prey. No finesse with this boy, he almost ran across the food hall and plonked himself down alongside them. 'Bonjour,' he exclaimed cheerfully. 'This is my local guide Peter.' He waved at me and I sat down. Thankfully they both smiled at us and the one who seemed to be the oldest actually greeted Josh by name so he'd got that far at least which is something he'd failed to mention.

'Local guide?' The younger of the two looked at me and I smiled back stupidly. Close up they were a pair of darlings. OK, not beauties but well formed and pleasant enough, both with shoulder length hair which must have been a pain in the weather we were having. I guessed at sixteen apiece although it's hard to tell, they could have just as easily been seventeen. Still, what's in an age, they were fresh meat.

'Not really,' I smiled talking to the one I presumed to be the younger. 'I come here every summer and stay with relatives. I've been showing Josh around a bit.'

'He took me and his little cousins to a sauna yesterday,' Josh jumped in feet first. 'Great fun.'

'Really?' The older laughed. 'I am Mark and this is my kid brother Pierre.'

'Pleased to meet you.' I shook hands as they offered which I always think is far more Continental habit than English, English kids tend to grunt and not at each other for starters. Pierre, my namesake, was my mark or should I say he was the one I was interested in, He was sweet (there's that word again), brown eyes, dark hair and very French if you know what I mean, just a little more poise than your average English kid of that age. Probably all that wine they shove down them when they're kids.

'You are staying with your cousins?' Mark looked at me.

'They're over here on holiday as well, we're sharing a caravan.'

'Nice and cosy.' Pierre laughed.

'I stayed last night,' Josh provided. I thought he was laying it on a bit thick, first the sauna then the caravan but why not? If they didn't like what he was saying they'd soon make their excuses and leave but they didn't. In fact, Mark went upto the counter and got four more Cokes and we sat there watching the throng thin out a bit.

'How old are your cousins... boys I presume,' Mark managed to slip in along the line.

'Thirteen and fourteen,' I grinned. 'Oh, yeah. Boys, little blondies.' I grinned again only it was one of this mental grins, an internal one. I'd caught a flicker in Mark's eyes, just the slightest of interests but what came next was the clincher.

We were sitting at a square table stuck up against the wall and when we'd sat down the two French boys were sitting facing each other on the inside, Josh and I had sat alongside them on the outside putting me alongside Pierre and Josh alongside Mark. We weren't sitting upright as if eating but more sprawled around with our legs out and just talking casually but I felt a leg against mine and it was Pierre's . Quite naturally I put it down as one of those things until he pressed against me and moved slightly. I flashed him a glance and he was wobbling on about what a nice place the Isle was and how he loved the sun and sand, blah, blah, but the leg pressing wasn't accidental. We were all in shorts, in fact, I had beach shorts on top of swimming shorts, so it was bare skin on skin and I pressed back as one does under these circumstances. He pressed back this time harder and moved his leg against mine, I could feel the hair on his lower legs rub against me, there was no mistake, no doubt about it he was doing the old classroom rub.

It was the initial contact with the options. The one where you could press on or the one where you could apolgise and move away, a tried and tested schoolboy ploy.

'Is the sauna expensive?' Pierre looked at me and flashed a grin.

'No, I'm a member so I can take in guests.' I moved in closer allowing the legs to press on with their mating ritual under the table.

'Full of wrinkly old men?' Martin laughed.

'Some quite good looking young men,' Josh came back quite boldly and I wondered if he was getting the leg on leg under the table as well. 'I signed on so I can take in guests as well.'

'Interesting,' Pierre. 'Mind you I like caravans as well.' This was followed by another press and rub of the leg.

'You'll have to come around and have a look,' I suggested heart in mouth and it really was.

'That would be nice.'

God, what now?

'How old are you two?' Josh asked with complete lack of tact.

'I'm seventeen and Pierre is sixteen' Mark smiled. 'Pierre is the baby.'

'Not that much of a baby,' Pierre frowned.

'Same as us,' Josh seemed unaware of what Pierre was upto under the table but perhaps he was getting the same from Martin. 'I'm seventeen and Peter is sixteen.'

'Just right,' Pierre grinned and Mark laughed. I think it was all over bar the shouting as the Josh person smiled across at me. He was history, been there, seen it, done it. There was fresh meat on the menu and I was no vegetarian. I knew I could do it with Josh any time we felt the need and Pierre was getting more attractive at every glance. The signs were good and Pierre was very obviously a 'goer' the natural assumption was that Mark was as well. Any doubts were well and truly dispelled as Josh placed his hand on top of Mark's and gently squeezed.

'Would you like to visit the sauna?' He asked.

'Would you like to visit my caravan?' I asked Pierre not to be outdone and striving to get the kid on his own.

'Oui.' Both both brothers answered and laughed. We'd split them as easy as that. We finished our drinks and made a move. It was ten o'clcock now and although our meeting with the cousins wasn't all that firm I didn't want to let them down. Josh could do what he liked, I had Pierre to explore. We all arranged to meet up at two o'clock at the bus station and Mark and Pierre made a backup meet for eight o'clcock at the club. It seemed that they didn't mind going off on their individual adventures and Josh only lived down the hall so he was a good link if we got parted or even got carried away with things.

My ideal would be to get Pierre into the caravan with the boys but they now had friends of their own age so anything could happen.

We said our goodbyes outside the club and Pierre and I took a slow walk back home. He spoke excellent English although I had a smattering of schooly French and we had a curious bilingual conversation on the way. One thing became evident, he was very interested in my cousins and I booked him down as a junior pedo like myself. It didn't really matter at the end of the day, they were thirteen and fourteen and 'active', it wasn't as if they were babes in arms. As I told Pierre they were probably being very 'naughty' with Chris and Bryan right now and that was putting it very mildly. Cris had mentioned his house would be adult free so they were probably all naked running around playing grab arse.

'I wouldn't mind running around naked playing some games,' Pierre smiled sweetly as I opened the garden gate and ushered him into my uncle's garden. I took him into the kitchen to do the intros but found a note saying that Mary had taken Fred for a day out down the other end of the island and supper would be delayed until around nine in the evening which suited fine. More than fine, the news was excellent. The sun wasn't at full power yet so the caravan wouldn't be too hot and Pierre was looking around curiously as boys do in a strange house.

'We have a shower rigged behind the caravan, a bit rough and ready but great fun,' I took his hand and gently pulled him to me. No messing here, he melted in my arms and tilted his face offering his sweet lips. Sweet Jesus, I was so horny, I snaked my arms around him grasping the soft flesh of his bottom and glued my lips to his. We swayed together in the centre of the kitchen fondling each other and tasting each other's mouths for the first time and probably not the last.

'Let's try the shower,' he whispered and reached down grasping my hardness. 'I want to see you naked.'

We went out into the garden and I took him into the caravan first. After a moment of surveying the crumpled bed and the bedding on the floor he sat on the bed to take his sandals off.

'Come,' he patted the bed alongside and I sat there and we were at it. This time it was more intense and once the t-shirts were gone it was full steam ahead with the shorts until I got his jerking penis out into the open. Nice one, about the same as my sixer and with the glans half covered by his foreskin but that soon disappeared after I took a few licks and then slipped my lips over the tip sucking his loose skin and flickering my tongue over his pee slit. He wasn't backwards in coming forward and once my shorts were gone he dived onto me and we wriggled around on the bed in a sixty niner sucking and lapping at each other's organs. Blowing each other's mouth organs is a more musical way of putting it I suppose. I also grabbed his soft bottom and moulded and squeezed the flesh as he pumped into my mouth. He had a lovely bum, no tight arse like the younger Jo and Jimmy but a solid meaty pair of buttocks. Not fat but well padded and more adult than the boys, this kid was made for fucking and from the way he handled his cock he knew how to use that as well.

After a while and on the verge of squirting I hauled him off the bed and out around the back of the 'van. The cold water soon deflated him and we frolicked in the spray out of sight of the house and the neighbours.

'Mon Dieu, I'm hot,' he whined as he stood in my arms and I turned the shower off allowing the warm air to semi dry our bodies.

'You feel quite cool,' I stroked his water beaded body.

'Hot for your cock, Peter,' he moaned and pushing my dick down clamped it between his thighs. 'You must have something slippery in that bordello of yours.'

'Lube and me?'

'Sounds good,' he giggled and shot in through the side door flinging himself onto the bed. 'Fuck me, English Boy,' he spread his legs and elevated his knees to his chest exposing his brown skinned pucker. 'Come... Not too much, I want to feel it,' he grinend as I stationed myself and grabbed the lube he'd soon found. I couldn't hang about, I was just as hot as he was and I wanted in, inside his hot gut that was and after a very casual swipe and quick finger of his sphincter I pushed against him and slipped into his incredible heat.

'Aaaaah...' he moaned and tensed as I fed him my stiff meat and started to fuck straight away. First one of the day and we would do it again, that was for sure. He was good sex and took me all the way with a few moans and groans but of pleasure and not of pain. As I began to move deep in his body he held me tightly and his legs rested on my shoulders as I moved to and fro. This boy was a natural and far more experienced than Jo or Jimmy, he took it all and begged for more as I fucked him silly.

I glued my lips to his and we enjoyed a breath taking kiss as I slid in and out of his tight and clinging hole, his boy fanny , his arse or his bottom, call it what you will. As far I was concerned he was willing, welcoming and a blinding fuck. I moaned and gasped as I felt my balls tighten up and I approached my climax.

'Pierre...' I groaned as I felt my heat surge and then the small death as I voided my cum up into his body. The pumping and squirting all totally familiar now and it got better everytime. He shuddered and clutched me as I worked in and out on my own spunk and gradually subsided so that we lay belly to belly still tightly holding each other but now breathing heavily trying to take air into our lungs.

'Good?' he lazily smiled at me. 'Suck me, Peter.' I really must teach him to say please. As my kissed dropped to his sweat sheened throat I slowly slid free and continued my oral attentions down onto his chest and suckled on each darker brown nipple tantalising him until he begged me to do him properly trying to force my head down onto his jerking hardness. I got there in the end and he arched off the bed as I took him in hand and licked at his bulging knob. I tasted his tart dribbles and took just his glans into my mouth sucking and salivating all the while jiggling his tight scrotum. He wasn't going to last but who cared, we had another hour plus before our luncheon appointment. I held his penis upright and lifted up a bit so that I could bob my head up and down and take all his juicy cock into my mouth and throat. 'Yeah...' He lay there gently stroking my hair and the sides of my face as I swallowed and sucked his hard flesh.

I knew when he was about to cum as he started to babble in French, thrash about and jerk in my mouth. I took him right down so that I could feel his swollen glans right deep in my throat and then it came in powerful warm jets that choked me and I finished up taking his last two shots into my mouth and swallowing them rapidly. His thick creamy boy juice slid down my throat and as I gulped his essence I glanced up his belly to see him laying there with his eyes closed and a smile on his face - one happy bunny, maybe a languid lapin. Well, I did say my French wasn't that hot.

We were done and I slipped up alongside him and we lay at peace with each other in the warmth of the 'van with all passions spent to coin a phrase or a cliche. We were drained and exhausted. It may have been a one off but it was a good one and one I'd certainly go for again given the chance.

'I wonder how Mark is doing with your friend?' He asked as we lay there relaxing.

'Probably shagging their lugs off, that Josh is a big boy down below.'

'Lugs?'

'Ears.'

'Aah,' he grinned. 'Mark is big down below as well, big, big,' he grinned holding his hands apart like a boastful fisherman.

'They should get on well.'

'Mmm, these cousins of yours are they er...'

'Yeah, they'll play. Little Jimmy is my favourite but Jo is a bit butcher, manlier if you know what I mean.'

'Ah,' he grinned. 'It is nice to know they are, er free and easy.'

'One way of putting it,' I laughed. 'Josh, the coloured kid has topped them both so they should be able to manage you and your brother if they're in the mood.'

'Perhaps we will get lucky,' he grinned. 'But you'll do me, you fuck good.'

'Flattery will get you everywhere,' I smirked. I do love a compliment especially from a darling like Pierre.

We lay there in the warmth of the caravan and idly played around with each other. I reminded him that I had to meet my cousins and he agreed to tag along as he obviously would. He and his brother were on the same trail I was and that was to meet as many like minded souls as possible and spread the gospel which sounded better than shagging everything in sight. I popped into the house before we left and to my surprise and delight found a letter on the hall carpet in an unknown handwriting but it was postmarked Bristol. I opened it up and had a quick read in private. It was from Simon and he was clearly being cautious in what he said but I was chuffed (to put it mildly). He was going on about what a wonderful time we'd had and how he'd like to meet again and basically take up where we'd left off, he'd also included a head and shoulders picture of himself. I stashed it to read more carefully later in the day but it left me with a warm glow and better still I had a return address so I could write back. Even Pierre noticed when I returnd to the caravan to collect him.

'You look happy,' he glanced down at the letter still clutched in my hand.

'A letter from the boyfriend,' I grinned inanely.

'Toujours l'amour,' he laughed. Even I could translate that one.

'Well, he's there and you're here,' I tired to be pragmatic. 'This is Simon.' Well, I had to show off didn't I.

'Beautiful,' Pierre murmured as he looked at Simon who'd managed to pose with just the hint of a slutty smile, I wondered who'd taken the picture but then again who cared. He'd written and that was the main thing, he'd taken the trouble and I would write back. I was thinking of the Autumn break already and I still had a goodly chunk of summer to get through still.

'Come on, Pierre. Let's go meet the boys.' We left the caravan as it was and took a slow stroll down the side streets to the bus station to meet up with my cousins, also his brother and Josh assuming all went to plan.

By the time we'd looked in all the shops and stopped for an icecream and another survey of the passing trade we made the meet to find everyone there. My cousins were looking a bit disorganised and looked as if they'd been having sex in a sandpit which may well have been the case. Once they realised that the French brothers were now associate members of our club they started on about the fun and games they'd had with Chris and Bryan. We sat on a low stone wall and listened entranced as they gave us a blow by blow account of their full blown sexual escapade which included full anal. I looked at Josh and I think we both had our doubts if they'd got that far but I wasn't going to call them liars, they had the experience and the drive. Of course, they'd also had an empty house to themselves so may well have scored. The point was the other two boys had something arranged for their afternoon and my two cousins were pretty much at a loose end until they reconnected with their little pals the following day.

In the end we wasted the afternoon walking around in the sun, we visited the arcade briefly, did the funfair and finished up on the beach with the local rugrats and a bouncy castle and an huge bouncy water slide. We four 'elders' went for a swim this time retaining our shorts and Jo and Jimmy pigged out on inflated rubber which means the bouncy thingies that were spread around and not anything sexual. They were both gropers and looking at the other munchkins it seemed they had sympathisers. I've never seem so much overt boy handling in my life although I've got to say the place was devoid of adults probably due to the noise. There was a youth up the top of the waterslide who was there presumably for control and safety and he seemed very hands on especially with the smaller boys and girls. He would have given me cause for concern as a parent but I wasn't and that was that.

'Where will your cousins be tonight?' Pierre looked at me as we lay on our towels watching the kiddies play.

'In the caravan,' I frowned. 'Where else would they be?'

'Mmmm... lucky Peter.'

'It could be lucky Peter and Piere,' I smiled at him. 'Depends if you want to join in..'

'Leaves the room clear for Josh and I,' Mark put in from alongside.

Pierre looked at me uncertainly, perhaps he was like a vampire, he needed a direct invitation.

'You, me and two sweaty boys,' I whispered and he giggled. 'Say yes.'

'Oui,' he giggled.

'Hey, you tried the waterslide?' I called out to Jimmy who was running by with his wet shorts more or less falling off his slender hips.

'That's next,' he stood there grinning down at us.

'Be nice to the youth at the top, you might get lucky,' I nodded towards the slide and he got the hint and ran over to Jo and I saw them have a quick chat and then they were both climbing the steps upto the top of the slide. The long dark haired kid at the top who was in his mid teens watched them both with interest as Pierre and I watched him with even more interest.

'Whooo... they are so bold,' Pierre nudged me and grinned. Sure enough Jo had patted Jimmy's bottom in plain sight of anyone bothering to look and the attendant had said something which had got them all laughing.

'Contact,' I murmured and looked back to Pierre. 'I'm hard again.'

'Lie on your belly,' he advised a trifle cruelly I thought.

I'd no sooner turned over intent on trying to drop off for a little snooze than the breath was forced out of me as a wet body fell onto my back, needless to say it was Jiimmy and he ground himself into me squealing and giggling. God knows what any one watching us have thought.

'Get off, you fuckin' lunatic,' I hissed trying to force his dead weight off me. 'Gonna get Pierre to fuck you so hard tonight,' I threatened and that got him off.

'Really?' He slipped down between Pierre and myself and then Jo appeared dropping to my other side neatly sandwiching me.

'Really,' I sat up and looked down at Pierre. 'Pierre is ovenighting with us,' I told them and I saw the French boy smile.

'Great,' Jo pressed against me nudging me into Jimmy, it was a pity it was an open beach we could have got into it and given Pierre an exhibition but there was time enough for that later. Just then Josh and Mark returned from their latest splash around and announced they were going to the club for their supper and that they'd see us in due course but they wouldn't be returning to the beach. I could see that Josh was taken with Mark and the feeling seemed to be reciprocated . That suited me well enough and Jo and Jimmy seemed happy enough with what I'd fixed and that was a sixteen year old Frogboi as Jimmy insisted on calling him. Luckily Pierre didn't seem to take any offence probably thinking of the amount of frogspawn he was going to plant inside Jimmy's little bottom later in the evening.

After Josh and Mark had left Jo and Jimmy got back to the waterslide and I even decided to have a go with Pierre, we were probably the oldest but the beach was thinning now and the signs said that the whole thing closed down at six. It was fun and the guy at the top was very hands on and handsome as I might have mentioned. He was tasty, long dark hair as and dark skinned almost Romany and he may well have been. A body to die for, a real swimmers body, slim, taut and trim. His speedos were barely more than a posing pouch and his meat and two veg were clearly displayed, even the top of his dark pubics peaked in what would be a treasure trail from navel to nub in a year or so. He must have noticed me scoping him as he gave me a knowing smile that made me go all fluttery. Never mind, I had a fair chunk of holiday left and I was sure I'd get to visiting again. One thing Jo had found out and that was this kid's name was Max, he was sixteen and he had a fourteen year old brother called Dominic. Not bad five a five minute chat, perhaps the blond Jo boy rang a few bells, one never can tell.

Anyway, enough of Max, I'm sure my cousins would be revisiting the site and if they didn't I would. There was something about that boy and as I've said he was something to dribble over. For the time being I had to host Pierre and I suggested he stick with us as I'm sure Aunt Mary would feed him, if not we could always wander into the harbour area for fish and chips later. The point was it was only six and as the wrinklies had said they wouldn't be back until later we had two or three hours to waste and I knew just how to do that.

'Fancy a shag?' I asked as we walked back home tailing Jo and Jimmy who were walking ahead.

'Pardon!' He looked at me with his mouth slightly ajar.

''You heard,' I laughed. 'Jo and Jimmy are crying out for it.'

'So be it then,' he giggled and we hurried to catch the boys up.

'Jo, Jimmy,' I called out and they dropped back just as we reached the house. 'Pierre says he wants someone to make love to him.'

'No I didn't,' Pierre squealed and blushed bright red.

'Yes you did,' I pushed him into Jo's arms and with a load of struggling which was play acting really, a bit of the old 'playing hard to get' the laughing pair managed to get Pierre into the caravan and I followed closing and locking the door. They could have some fun but I'd keep an eye out for Uncle Fred and Aunty Mary as well as watching the show.

As soon as they were in they were on the upper bed and I don't know really who undressed and attacked who but Pierre and my younger cousins seemed to be having fun. Pierre seemed to have a thing about Jimmy's waving boy meat and soon got his mouth around that Jimmy got himself into a sixty niner making sure that he was underneath. Pierre was crouched over him with his sweet bottom in the air and should have known what came next, He probably did but he submitted to Jo stroking and petting him and then Jo's anal attentions. Jo had clearly been watching points and had got braver, he got his mouth into Pierre's crack and onto his pucker in no time at all and Pierre loved it. One teeny in his mouth, that same teeny's noodle in his mouth and a slightly older and bigger version at his pucker. I think he would have taken me in hand but I was acting the guard this time around.

I was torn between watching the house and watching the action especially when Jo lubed up and took Pierre in one long thrust and started to slowly fuck as Pierre sucked on his brother. I was as hard as a rock but I tried to ignore it, I was saving it for later. I started to ooze half way through the performance and rescued my long jeans from their place on the floor to cover myself and sat there naked watching them as they huffed and puffed to a climax. I then spotted movement in the kitchen across the garden and quietened them down a bit and put the TV on as a cover. Once they'd sorted themselves out I put my jeans on and went in and told Aunty Mary that we had a pal stopping over and could she feed him. Naturally enough she said that she could make do and I returned with the good news.

'Supper an hour from now,' I told the naked three on the bed and grabbed my little Jimmy. I know you're not supposed to show favour with brothers but I did like Jimmy and Jo was well occupied with Pierre who seemed intent on rumping him although he'd cum ten minutes previously. Pierre and Jo broke from their kissing and groping to keep guard as I pulled little Jim up the bed and stuck his head up onto the pillows. Removing my jeans I knelt astride his narrow chest I edged my hardness nearer and nearer to his mouth and he soon got the idea. The two by the window did what I'd been doing, they kept an eye on the house as I just slowly ran my hardness in and out of Jimmy's sweet suction. He was a little darling and looked adorable when I cum and his cheeks bulged before he let my excess cum trickle down his chin and onto his neck. We lay there exchanging spunky kisses until Jo told us that Aunt Mary was waving from the kitchen door... supper was up.

Supper as always uneventful and there was only Mary to keep us company, Frank was worn out and was lying down. Aunt Mary reminded me what a perfect host she was, she was polite to Pierre and asked a few nonsense questions but showwed absolutely no interest in what we did and certainly never even mentioned how four boys were going to manage in a caravan which was basicallty made for two. As I've said... a perfect host. The cousins helped her clear up at the end of the meall and I went down the garden to the 'van flopping out onto the bed intending to let my food digest but Pierre had other ideas, he was on me as soon as we were in the place. Unbeknown to him I'd asked Jo and Jimmy for a bit of time on my own and they agreed.

'I feel a good night coming on,' Pierre murmured as he lay alongside me and idly nuzzled at my neck.

'A busy night,' I wrapped my arms around him and clasped his firm buttocks through his shorts, I felt them twitch as Pierre pressed into me with a happy sigh.

'Very busy,' he smiled. 'Will your uncle or aunt come down and pay a visit.

'They haven't done yet,' I unzipped his shorts and slipped then down his thighs leaving him in his still slightly damp swimming shorts, they were next down and I snuggled there in the gathering darkness savouring and caressing his bare body as he crawled around getting himself comfortable on the bed. He was hard again which wasn't surprising and quite happily went into a full scale snog as I disposed of my jeans and eventually lay with him also naked. I could hear the boys in the garden kicking a ball around, they wouldn't stay out there as it was beginning to get dark but I was on a roll and Pierre was hot and horny.

'I have a need,' he declared dramatcally pressing me back onto the bed and laying on me pressed his hardness against mine. So did I, I could have handled something long and cold like a can of lager but I fancied I was going to get something long and hot, namely an essential piece of the randy Pierre who was going through the moaning and groaning bit as he humped up against my belly.

'Come on then,' I whispered as I raised my legs and he moved down a little and then positioned himself. I stroked his tight belly as he moved in without any further ado and tentatively pushed against me with his hardness. His spongy glans pressed against my sphincter and I opened up quite easily to admit his hard and hot flesh. Just then the cousins came in but they ignored us up on the bed and fell onto the lower bed and lay there watching us in silence.

I was sure they'd join in very shortly but I was past caring. Pierre was in me, he was pressing my legs back onto my chest and he was going for it. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed. It was looking to be a long night and there were many more to come.

THE END

I might squeeze another chapter out of this as Peter still has to explore the kids Chris and Bryan and there is Max to investigate but it depends on response and this one seems to be one of my turkeys. Maybe I overstretched it.

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