Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2005 15:15:05 +1200 (NZST) From: arthur carkkek Subject: grunts grommets and gadflies/young friends Grunts, Grommets and Gadflies. By Arthur Authors Note: Yes he's back, I hope you like this latest offering after my long absence. All the usual restrictions apply to the reading and copying of this story. Please note the new email address for those kind enough to consider sending mail, artcart101@yahoo.com The grunt: Robertson Bay was not a well known seaside resort, in fact, Robertson Bay was not a resort at all, just a long whitesand beach that would have been most peoples ideal had they known of it. In the long ago of the areas history, it had been a major point for the dark blue granite used to build the edifaces of the far away cities, but now, there was no longer a call for the hard blue stone and the Bay had for thirty years been only a haven for surfers, retiree's and the odd married couple looking for peace and quiet in which to rear their children away from the problems of the big cities. At each end of the Bay stood a craggy bluff, each stood like a dark sentinal protecting the Bay from the ravages of the odd storm which blew in from the wide expanse of the Pacific Ocean. No Islands protected the Bay and the sea stretched all the way to South America without a blemish of any kind to interupt the long rolling waves which attracted a small number of surfers who were in the know. The Bay was broken only by one man made edifice, the long solid stone breakwater that stretched from the Southern end of the beach for five hundered meters out into the center of the shallow bay. The depth of the water had been the reason for such an extended breakwater so that the old sailing ships, and later, the steamers that carried away the huge blocks of granite. The breakwater was also made of the same blue granite and would be here in its solidity for many years yet too come. The population of Robertson Bay was quite small as, with the quarry closing long ago, there was not much work apart from a little fishing and some outlying farms. The small town center consisted only of a general store, garage, hotel and a cafe, just outside the town limits stood the old wooden school and beside that a run down church and cemetary, there was not much here for the young ones and the older ones seemed to spend their time between the general store and the hotel aimlessly watching the days go by while they waited for who knew what. On this day in late summer, the sea was flat and glassy, barely a wavelet brushed the sand of the beach and the sun picked out the silica in the white sand like flashing arc lights, the beach was deserted apart from two lonely figures, one walking with his head downcast, the other sitting in the sand with his legs bent up and his elbows resting loosely on his knees as he doodled in the sand with one hand. The other figure was some two hundred meters away, walking slowly towards the still figure, his head not moving as he scuffed at the sand with the toes of his sneakers. One hand was thrust deeply into his pants pocket and in the other he held a crumpled piece of paper, his steps appeared aimless and the weight of the world was upon his shoulders. Brent Tamberlaine paused in his aimless wandering to again lift the crumpled piece of paper as though to reassure himself that it did indeed exist, his hand dropped with a sigh of resignation as he continued with his scuffling walk along the sand, his thoughts totally turned inwards to contemplate his misfortune. 'Why me? Why now? What do they want of me? It's insane? I don't want this, Why did they have to pull my number out?' So many questions and only one real answer, he would have to go, it was the law, he had no option, but, how about his secret and his one feature that had brought uncounted jokes and derisions on his head both at school and the odd times he had been seen in his speedo's on the beach. Brent was no more than an ordinary eighteen year old, not ravishingly handsome but more towards a pleasant good looking. At 5'10" he was nicely proportioned, not muscular but well put together in a slim firm way. He looked out at the world from slightly deep set hazel eyes wich sat below thin brown eyebrows, his nose was straight and a little narrow above a set of full lips. Brents untidy brown hair was at this moment, hanging low over his firm brow almost covering his eyes as he shuffled along totally in his own world. Brents path took him past the other lonely figure of the blonde surfer without registering that the boy was even on the same planet. In the distance was the breakwater to which Brent was making his way, there were never many people there and he surmised that it would be a good place to be alone with his problem. The heat of the summer sun seemed to have no effect on Brent as it shone down on the shoulders of his overlong tee shirt. From the age of ten, no one had seen Brent in any other type of shirt, always he was dressed in a tee shirt that was obviously too many sizes to big for him. In a small place like the Bay, people just shrugged their shoulders at such an idiosincracy. Brent didn't want to wear that style of shirt, he prefered to be neat and tidy but he thought it was necessary too cover his main embarrassment, had it not been for his own father, who caught him getting out of the shower when he was ten years old, the shirt would not have been needed. The morning of his major embarrassment sprang again into his young mind, as it had many times since. He had just finished his morning shower and, with the towel wrapped around his back, his father had come into the bathroom unannounced, catching Brent naked and open, his father took one look at the young boy and with a loud bellow of mirth, pointed at Brents prepubescent boyhood. "Jeezus boy, that thing would make a horse blush" Brents eyes immediately went to his penis as he held the towel with both hands, he had never before considered that he was any different from what he thought other boys were like, never having seen any school mates naked. His fathers next actions brought home to Brent how different he was. His father took hold of his flacid penis and lifted it up and, giving it a squeeze he laughed at the boy as he dropped the cause for his amusement. "Boy that thing is going to do some serious damage when you get older." Brent felt the tears start too fill his eyes as he looked again at the offending piece of flesh hanging between his legs.Until then Brent had not known that he had been one of those boys that nature had endowed with something more than the normal size of penis, one of those boys in a million that had been given an over sized penis, this became more of an embarrasment too him than any other thing when he had joined the highschool swim team some years later, it was then that the comments and derisions started. On reaching puberty, Brent had even more worries as at that age it took not much more than a glance by one of the other boys and he was as hard as a rock, his huge weapon strongly pushing out the small speedo's until his glans pushed aside the top draw string and he was bare for all too see. It only happened once and he never returned to the team, instead went swimming by himself early in the morning and late in the evening when no on was around to see his disfigurement, as he saw it. Brent had turned into a very strong and proficient swimmer by his own hard work and although he never swam with others, nor in competition, he was capable of outswimming most people in Robertson Bay. As all the jibes and silly boyhood comments ran through his mind, he tried to work out what he was going to do when he was surrounded by hundreds of strangers in two months time. Brents thoughts, dreams, fears and doubts were a turmoil in his head as he slightly stumbled his way on to the top of the breakwater and turned towards the outer curve to find a place to sit and think it all out. A sense of utter despair ran though him as he made his way along the blue stones, the sea making barely a sound as it played along the edge of the breakwater. At last Brent came to the curve of the stones and looking down at the water below, he clambered down until he was a mere five feet from the water and sat down, he could hear a strange sobbing of the water some twenty meters away as it ran into, then sucked out of the gaps between the granite blocks. The Grommet: Back along the deserted beach, Kyle Longbowe sat alone, his doodling in the sand hid his many doubting thoughts as his fingers traced a spiral patern aimlessly in the sand. His mind was unable to comprehend his situation. Kyle was fifteen, slender and a little undersized for his age, he looked no more than thirteen and this had been the cause of many pointed jibes by the other surfers he had been with until they had decided to play a joke on the new grommet in their midst by giving him an old fashioned 'pantsing' as part of his initiation as a Grommet, it was then the harrasment really began for, while he looked thirteen on the outside, his groin said he was only five, it became the biggest joke in the crowd until with tears of shame running like a river down his cheeks, Kyle had fled in distress, nature had taken a cruel turn with kyle when it had made him a boy. Even fully erect, Kyle could only get two fingers along his penis before he ran out of space and his hands were not overly big, his testicals were also very small to the stage of being almost unnoticable as they barely made a bump below his smallness. Kyle had been alone now for two weeks, all he had was his tee shirt, his one pair of baggies and his board, he had fled from the others until he could not run anymore and had then accepted a lift to this far away bay where he tried to feed himself and slept in the shallow sand hills further along the beach. Kyle gave no thought to his parents or friends that might be looking for him, all he ever wanted to be was a respected surfer and now his secret was out for all the others to make fun of he knew he would always be a grommet. 'Who would respect a cockless wonder like me for a top surfer, I'd be the laughing stock of every competition' These thoughts ran over and over in his mind as he sat in the hot sand and doodled. Kyle was not ugly, he was small but compact, a nice set of abs were beggining to form and his overall tan gave him a golden glow. His hair was blonde and hung down over his eyes, ears and neck in an unruly mop slightly curled up at the ends, his face was a little narrow and gave him the appearance of a small pixie with an upturned nose with freckles across the bridge, his eyes were the palest of blue as though washed with the salt of the sea and his long lashes gave him a feline look. Kyle could feel the gentlest of breezes run down the legs of his baggies and gentley carress his inner thighs and groin, he hadn't worn underpants for a couple of years on the pretext that he had nothing to hide anyhow so why bother and the freedom of the water running up around his smallness felt good most times. Kyle had reached the end of his teather, there was no real reason he could see for going on in this life as all he could see was pointed fingers and hear the sounds of laughter. He became vaguely aware of someone passing him but barely looked up as the person with the sneakers scuffed past, he had his own problems and was not interested in other people today, what he was going to do or where he was going had not entered his mind, all he wanted was to be left alone in his torment and of natures cruel gift of immaturity. A rumbling deep in his stomach told Kyle he had not eaten that day but he pushed aside the feeling and continued to let his mind roam over his less than ideal short life. 'Just a baby boy, that's what they called me, dickless, should have been a girl, they said, do you sit down to piss grommet.' That was the one that really hurt and it was then he had fled with the loud sound of laughter in his ears. Even at the memory, Kyles face turned red with shame as he thought about his humiliation while his fingers continued their unnoticed circling in the white sand. A flutter of movement in his peripheral vision caused kyle to glance over too his right, there, sitting no more than five feet from him was a solitary seagull. As kyle focused on the bird, he felt the deep penetration of its unwavering stare, the black eyes seemed to be searching into his innermost thoughts. Behind the bird in the far distance, kyle caught the movement of another solitary figure making its way to the far end of the breakwater. The gull took a nervous step in Kyles direction and, just when it appeared he would come close enough to be caught, the bird gave a loud cawing and took flight, kyle now felt the fearsome weight of loneliness bear down on his narrow shoulders, the bird had been a momentary relief and was now gone into the far blue sky leaving the boy as a solitary speck on the white sand of the vacant beach. Kyle again looked about him, the deserted beach, the now empty breakwater, as the figure had seemed to disappear into thin air leaving the narrow band of blue stone barren, the blue green sea was also empty of boats, nothing stirred in the vastness of the Bay, the depressive loneness hit Kyle again as a trickle of tears began to run from the corner of each eye. Kyle continued to stare out at the barren vastness of the sea, noting the double rip current as it joined in the center of the bay and turned to push its way out into the emptiness of the Pacific. Robertson Bay was one of those very few geological oddities, its two headlands created a swirling double current of rip water, one coming from the south, the other from the north, they swirled around the lower edge of the bay until they met again in the center and, with a small turmoil of broken water, joined and turned eastward towards the open sea. The center rip was strong and even on a quiet day like this one, would pull anything caught in it out to sea at a speed that only the strongest and wisest swimmers could break away from. Kyles eyes stared mezmerised by the churning current as it flowed outward, his mind was blank to everything around him as he gazed with unseeing eyes at the far off horizon, maybe that was his answer, to get on his board and let the rip carry him away from this place of his shame and to find another life over the horizon. No one had tried to find him in the past two weeks, no one even knew he was alive, it was just him and his board, here he would always be a grommet, a little baby boy, maybe he could be a true surfer somewhere out there where others didn't laugh at his immaturity. The Gadfly: Riki Samson was fourteen, well nearly fifteen, to him his life seemed one long day after another of torment and pain, the bullying at school, the derisive remarks of adults, the ignomy of being illegitimate as well as being a halfcast. everything seemed to be against him, his own father was a respected member of the local council but refused to recognise him in any way, his mother, while being overly protective of him, spent most of her time in the hotel trying to find solace in either drink or with as many men as would be seen with her. Riki sat at the very end of the breakwater surrounded by the blue granite stones close to the waters edge, no one could see him here, it was his own special place to hide away from the torture of being misunderstood by others, he couldn't help the way he was, it just seemed to be a part of him but others just didn't want to understand him. Natures joke on Riki had been to give him the appearance and mannerisms of an effeminant boy, from a very young age, Riki had shown the tendencies of being more girl than boy, the sway of his thin narrow hips as he walked, the almost too beautiful facial features, the soft wrist actions and soft deep brown eyes overlaid with long lashes that seemed to flutter at everything with a desire of their own. Riki was sitting on the hard stones with his slender legs pulled up tight to his chest, his narrow soft chin was resting on his smooth knees as he stared down at his slim wrists clasping his ankles, even his feet seemed effeminant in their slimness, only the bruise around his left eye and the small split in his lower lip, detracted from his soft beauty, they were the badges of his last meeting with four boys after school that day. Even at the age of ten, Riki knew he was going to be different and the continued calousness of young boys at school had made sure what they thought of him. At the age of twelve Riki decide that he would then be as different as everyone said he was and so, went out of his way to prove that they could not get the better of him no matter what they said or did too him. Every day from his twelth birthday onwards, he dressed more and more outlandishly as though to force others to take notice of him and at the same time, dare them to try too change him, like he was dressed today, bright red sneakers over lime green sox, jeans cutoffs two sizes too small and cut high up so that the legs barely covered his narrow pelvic area, a glaringly bright orange muscle shirt cut off above his torso to show the slim bronze coloured strip of his abs and waist. on his thin wrists were three silver bracelets while around his neck was another thin silver chain with a heart shaped locket hanging from it. Riki's tawny skin shone in the bright sunlight as he sat with his head down, small, unnoticed tears fell in a silvery line down his peach bloom cheeks as his mind played over and over again, his solitary and to him, painful life in this small uncaring town. His snuffles and sobs went unheard as he lived again the last fourteen and bit years of his life. Realisation began to take hold as he studied the water lapping the blue stones at his feet. He had pretended that the hurtful taunts, the beatings, the pointing fingers and snide remarks didn't worry him as he flaunted his mannerisms and his difference to all about the small settlement, but, it was not true, every word, every pointed finger, every bruise hurt deeply, now, even his mother called him her little bitch when she had men around and they would look Riki up and down, some with lust in their eyes, others with distain at a boy being so effeminant. While nature had been cruel to him in his mannerisms it had also been very kind in other ways, his outstanding beauty had been compensated with an intelligence far above normal and, had he been tested, would have surprised many people. Riki had a depth of feeling and understanding that very few were given, his inquisitive mind solved problems with ease at school and the presentation of an old outdated computer from his mother, had filled his head with facts and figures as well as general knowledge that others would have envied had they taken the time to get too know him instead of only seeing the surface. At nearly fifteen, Riki knew and understood the theory of relativity, he knew the theory of C.P.R. and first aid, he had stripped and rebuilt his computer and had spent countless hours searching the internet for infomation on any and every subject that came into his mind but, today it all seemed worthless and futile, what was the use of all he had learnt when he didn't even have a friend to share it with. Robertson Bay and the outlying areas contained about seven thousand people, none of them even gave Riki a thought except when they needed a scapegoat for their boredom and, as there was little to do, they were often bored so Riki was subjected to daily doses of their sharp toungues and in the case of the boys around, their heavy fists and feet. Riki's ubundant intelligence even made him understand why they did it too him but it still did not make his life any easier for all that knowledge, his stomach still churned when the insults came, his slender body still hurt when the punches and kicks came and he could see no way to escape from his persecutors, he was too young to leave town and besides he had no money to leave on the once a week bus that came. Deep down Riki knew there had to be something better than this but at his age there was no escape, no way out and after last night there seemed there would be no end to his torment. Last night his mother had returned home with a farmer from outside the Bay, his mother had been a little the worse for drink and the farmer had been in the same condition, they both smelt of beer and stale cigarette smoke as well as the sweat of lust. Leaving Riki in the lounge room, they had gone quickly to his mothers room and for the next thirty minutes he could hear the sounds of their rutting, Riki had gone to his own room and stripped down to his stark blue briefs ready for bed. He had been in bed for no more than a few minutes when he decided to get a glass of water, the sounds in his mothers room were reaching a frenzy of grunts and screams as he made his way into the kitchen. Riki stood at the kitchen bench drinking his water as the sounds of lust dissipated into silence, suddenly Riki became aware that he was not alone but before he could turn around, a large hairy arm circled his chest, the smell of stale beer and the overpowering stench of sex filled his nostrils as he felt a hard naked body press against his bare back, the arm pulled him backwards pressing him more firmly into the naked body of the farmer. A large blunt caloused finger rammed between his slender legs, trying to push its way inside his butt, a beery foul breath whispered in his ear. "Hey sexy, lucky I just finished fucking your mother or I might have had a piece of you. You're real tight I bet, well sweety, maybe next time I'll fuck you first then that sloppy mother of yours after, what you think about that, sweety?" The hard blunt finger gave another push through the fabric of his small briefs for effect just as the arm left his chest and the sound of loud raucous laughter filled the kitchen, Riki almost fainted but instead managed to make a run for the safety of his bedroom as the farmer called out loudly to his mother. "Hey Rita, next time I think I'll fuck that little bitch of yours, he'd be a bloody sight tighter than that sloppy hole of yours, now where's my clothes, I got to get home to the missus." The sound of stumbling and curses echoed around the house as his mothers drunken cackling filled his ears. Shaking with fear, Riki buried his head under his pillow and tried to sleep as the man left the house with a crashing of the front door and heavy banging of his boots going down the steps. Riki was left alone with the painful experience of the mans hard finger trying to enter him. As he sat there with his tears leaving trails down his cheeks, Riki relived every sound and brutal feeling of the night over and over in his mind until he couldn't hold back the desolation he felt deep in his soul. For five minutes, Riki's tears fell and his sobs choked him until he heard a loud shout from seemingly close by although there seemed to be no one around. "HEY, HEY KID, NOT THERE, THE RIP, WATCH THE RIP" TREE G's With a longing stare and a shrug of his young shoulders, Kyle made his decision, the horizon beckoned to him with a promise of a new life. With the decision made, Kyle stood up and, with a quick look around the deserted beach, pushed his baggies down his legs until he stood naked before the sun, he was going to start a new life with nothing but his immature body and his surf board. Kyle knelt down and fixed his ankle strap tightly to his slender leg, picking up his board he made his way towards the shimmering water, his naked slim body glowing in the suns glare, only the thin white strip of naked flesh around his hips bore witness too his time in the sun as his golden tan highlighted his blonde hair. The first sharp tingle of the water around his knees told Kyle he was deep enough to lay down naked on his board and begin his paddling to the horizon. The feel of the suns heat on the board felt good on his naked stomach and groin and although the waters first touch had shriveled his boyhood until it almost disappeared into his pubic bone, he felt comfortable and at peace. On the edge of his concisouness, Kyle heard a jumble of words from some distant point but ignored them as they had nothing to do with his desire to be free of the hurt he felt. Kyle felt the current take over from his smooth stroking arms as he went further out, now only the twisting tumult of the two currents meeting had to be beaten and he would be on his journey over the sea. The board began to twist and toss as the roughness of the two currents took him along, kyle began to use his slender arms to stroke through the rough water as his board bounced and spun underneath him, it was going to be hard going but he knew he would make it in the end as it was his destiny to have a new and more satisfying life over the horizon. Brent had just reached the conclusion that his call up for military service could not be avoided and had resigned himself to the fact when he caught the sign of movement from the corner of his eye. The little surfer he had barely noticed when coming up to the breakwater, had suddenly stood up and appeared to drop his baggie shorts on the beach and, in what looked like a pair of sheer white nylon bathers, had taken to the water on his board. Brent, having been born and raised in the Bay area, knew that when the water looked calm in the bay it was in fact, the most dangerous time with the rips, he had swum through them once and had been surprised at how much energy he had needed to get out of their grip, only his superb swimming skills had enabled him to break through their vicious hold. Brent instinctively knew that the boy was a stranger to the Bay and would have no knowledge of the power of the Bays treachery. With a loud yell towards the boy Brent began to throw off his clothes, his instincts told him the boy would not escape from the grasp of the rip and he was the only other person around that could help the unfortunate lad. As he let his pants drop around his ankles, revealing a pair of very tight red bathers, nothing else, he felt, could contain his outsized manhood without showing it to everyone who looked at him, Brent saw the board twist and toss suddenly, throwing the small figure into the water in a shower of confused turmoil, the boy disappeared under the water as Brent took to the air in a perfect racing dive. His body was like an arrow as it smoothly penetrated the blue water, on surfacing, Brent went into a smooth powerful stroke that had the look and smooth action of a seal as he glided through the water to the stricken boy. Now in the current, Brent found his speed increase as he knew it would and with the long powerful strokes he was soon where the boy had disappeared, only the tossing of the board and the black teather of the strap told him where the boy was. With the smooth action of a porpose, Brent dove below the turbulant water and saw the boy being tossed around below the surface, a trace of blood was being washed from his forhead where the board must have connected with him when he went into the water. Frantically reaching with one hand, Brent managed to grasp the boy by his blonde locks and, with a thrust he didn't know he had, he drove them both towards the surface with powerful kicks. Brent broke the surface with a loud exhalation of breath and pulled the small figure up to his chest, the boy looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, Brent mentally shook his head at the folly of the young boy to attempt to surf in the bay without the knowledge of its vagaries and dangers. Looking around, Brent saw that the board was still attached to the boys ankle and, with a deep understanding of the sea, knew he would not be able to hold the boy and swim them both to shore at the same time. The clarity of their situation struck Brent immediately and, without further thought, pulled the boy towards the board, then, with a new found strength, pushed the limp body up onto the board so it was lying full length along the narrow board, a leg either side and the boys head resting near the front his arms limply hanging over the edge, Brent carefully pulled himself onto the board behind the boy and lay over his slim body to stop him from sliding off into the water again. With this last action Brent realised that the boy was totally naked, it had not been a pair of white nylon bathers the boy had on but his bare white skin where the sun had not tanned him, a fleeting thought rushed through Brents mind as to why a young boy would be naked, he had heard of skinny dipping but never skinny surfing, with a mental shrug Brent began the long hard pull across the current towards where it would be safe to jump over to the south bound current to take them both back to shore. At the sound of the yell, Riki had uncurled his dusky bronze body and turned to stare back along the curve of the breakwater just in time to see a flash of slim muscular body in red bathers, flash towards the water in a perfect dive that took the person in a curving shallow arc to break the water some ten feet out from the stones, it was then he saw what looked like a momentary splash in the water far out in the rip of the Bay. Riki stood awestruck as he watched the lithesome body power through the water towards the center of the rip, a thrill of fear and admiration ran through Riki's body as he watched the figure swim like a seal through the tossing water. Suddenly the swimmer disappeared below the surface only too reappear holding what looked like a boy by the hair. The two figures were being pushed around by the rip but the swimmer seemed to have no trouble throwing the small body onto the board and then smoothly pulling himself up on top of the boy. Riki watched as the swimmer began to pull through the strong rip with powerful even strokes, angling towards the southern rip line, letting the strong ocean current carry them both forward at the same time. Without realising it, Riki's brain was in overdrive as it took in the scene being enacted before him, the boy was injured, the swimmer would have a hard time bringing both of them to shore, they would both need help when they got there, Riki's slim legs were already moving him along the breakwater before he had taken in the whole scene. Riki may have walked with a femanine sway but, when it came to running he was a natural born sprinter with a smooth stride that carried him effortlessly over the stones and at a pace that few could catch him. As he neared the end of the breakwater where it joined the white sand, Riki glanced again at the two figures on the surfboard and noticed that the swimmer had made it to the edge of the ocean rip and was pulling into the southern rip, even at this distance, Riki could see the swimmer was tiring but was sure that with the help of the southern rip, they would both make the beach near where he stood. Brent felt himself break free of the ocean rip and, with a few wriggles of his torso, managed to stop the board from tossing them both back into the sea as they began to cross the ocean current and into the southern rip. The dead weight of the boy had taken its toll of his strength but he was not about to give up on the task he had set himself, he would make the beach come hell or high water with his valuable cargo, what happened after that was anybodies guess. A hundred meters off the beach, Riki could plainly see the exhaustion of the young man on the board as his arms began to flail in their attempt to get the two of them to safety, the drawn white face of the swimmer was now telling of the effort the young man had put in to save the small figure under him. Riki was no swimmer, he had never been much for the sea but he knew that he could wade out at least fifty meters before the water got over his chest and even that little bit might help the two on the board and so he began to wade towards them. By the time Riki made it out to chest depth, the board was within his reach, the swimmers green eyes almost pleading for his help as he reached out with an exhausted arm for Riki. Riki grabbed at the outstretched hand and began to pull the two boys towards the shore, the boy underneath appeared to be unconcious and very young, his saviour was about eighteen and while he looked very pale from his efforts, Riki thought he was quite handsome in a lithe sort of way and the green eyes were full of thanks. It was only minutes later that Riki had towed the two boys back too the beach where the swimmer rolled off the board and lay on his back totally spent by his superhuman effort, the small boy still lay on the board so Riki knelt down and untied the velcroe strap from the boys ankle and, rolling him over, took him under the arms and pulled him up on the sand. The boy was evidently a lot younger than he thought as his boyhood had almost disappeared up into his pelvic region, Riki shook his head and immediately started to perform resucitation in the manner he had learnt from the internet. Riki saw that the thin lips of the boy were a slight blue colour and without further thought, knelt over the young boy and placed his lips over those of the boys and began to send his breath into the chilled mouth. Behind him, Riki could hear the heavy breathing of the swimmer as he tried to catch his own breath and regain his strength from his life saving effort. Riki saw that there was something familiar about the prone body on the sand but knew his first priority was the young boy and his need to regain his life. With the dedication of a lifesaver, young Riki breathed into the young boy as he had learnt from his reading, the young chest lifted just like the text had said it would, Riki watched closely as the air ran in and out of the boy, time and time again Riki placed his lips over those of the boys until eventually there came a gutural cough and a heaving of the boys abdomin as a torrent of salt water was expelled from his mouth followed by a gasping, heaving, breath which made the boy cough up more water onto the sand. A small moan escaped the now reddening lips as Riki straightened from his crouched posture above the boy. Slowly the boys eyelids rose to reveal to Riki, a pair of very pale blue eyes misted over with a film of tears, the look they gave Riki was one of disorientation but, as they cleared and focused Riki felt something sinking inside him. The boy might have been too young but the look he gave Riki seemed to carry a message which was more than just appreciation for his rescue. Swallowed within the depths of the boys eyes, Rikis long fingers stretched forward and, with a tenderness of first love, carefully brushed away the remains of the tears. The boy at first looked a little startled at the soft touch and then a small smile creased his lips as he looked up at his saviour. To Kyle it had all seemed like a dream, the sudden realisation of his error as the board flipped him into the water, the hard impact of the tossing board and then nothing, except for an impression of floating on something with a hard force pushing him down onto something solid. Kyles next impression was of a soft pair of lips kissing him and then as his eyes opened after a bout of coughing and retching, he saw above him the most beautiful young teen he had ever laid eyes on. The boy had gently wiped away a tear from his cheek and all Kyle could do was smile up at the vision above him. Kyle felt a stirring in his groin as he gazed awestruck at the beauty above him, suddenly he felt the damp sand against his naked flesh and he became aware that his miniscule assets would be laid bare for this dream boy to see, the rush of blood to his cheeks as he blushed with shame at his lack of manhood only went to make Riki fall deeper in love with the small naked surfer below him. Riki did not notice the smallness of the boys groin as he was now, without realising it, letting his hand drift downward to gently craddle the boys head and, lifting it slowly, bent his own torso towards the waiting lips. No words had been spoken by either boy but they both knew that this was something in which they had no control over. Unknowingly, Kyle began to raise his own body towards the descending lips, he was totally captivated by the deep soft brown eyes above him. Just as their lips were about too meet a soft groan and a sharp deep intake of breath came from behind the two boys, startled, they both lifted their heads at the same time to look for the noise. Riki now realised that he had completely forgotten about the older boy that had rescued the surfer. Brent gave another gasp and then looked over at the two boys, had he not known better, he would have thought that they were about too kiss each other but that couldn't be possible, he just knew he was the only guy in Robertson Bay that liked other guys, well as far as he knew anyhow. Suddenly he saw who the boy on the beach was, the familiar short cutoffs, the tawny flesh at the waist, yes it must be the boy they call a fag, what was his name again? ah yes, that's right, Riki, well if it is him then, maybe he was going to kiss the young boy, everybody knew he was a gadfly. It didn't worry Brent that Riki was very feminine, he had to admit that the boy was without doubt the most beautiful boy in the whole Bay area, but his own position had too be hidden from all his friends and family so he had never tried to make any form of approach to Riki. The sudden sight of the tableau before him, the pale bronze tan of the blonde surfer and the tawny lustre of Riki brought a deep seated desire to Brents mind and as usual, his thoughts transmitted into actions as his own groin gave up his most hidden secret for both boys to see. Brent could not stop the encroaching erection from taking its own course as he saw the full nakedness of the little surfer, his small immature penis standing pointedly upwards for its whole three inches, and the delightfull round smoothness of Rikis upper thighs where they joined onto a pair of the most perfect globes that a person could wish to see, the cutoffs hid nothing of Rikis narrow round hips as Brents organ rose to its full glory. Both boys could not believe what they were seeing as Brents erection grew in length and thickness until his brief bathers could contain it no longer and it forced its way above the waist band of the saturated cloth, much to the embarrassment of Brent as he tried in vain to cover himself from their stares. It was at the height of Brents embarrassment that he committed the cardinal sin for an eighteen year old, as he tried to stutter out an appology, a small tear slipped from the corner of his eye. Riki, knowing all about shame and embarrassment, did the only thing he knew how to do, he reached out his free hand, the other was still holding Kyles head tenderly, and with a gesture of understanding, took Brents hand in his and pulled him down beside the two of them on the sand. At the gentle touch of Rikis hand, Brent let his knees collapse under him and was soon holding Riki around the shoulders as his dam of tears suddenly flowed from him. The years of shame and embarrassment about his body flowed out with the tears as Riki, with one hand holding Kyle and the other draped around Brents shoulder, sat and let the older teen clense his soul on the sands of the Bay. Ten minutes passed as Brent let the pent up years of his hidden shame, flow out onto the sand, the soft understanding clasp of Riki holding him close in sympathy and understanding. With a final snuffling sob, Brent looked at the two boys on the sand, he felt Rikis free hand wiping away his tears and noticed that during his sobbing,the surfer boy had somehow sat up, and, pulling his thin legs together, had worked his way between Rikis spread knees and was now sitting with his back against Rikis torso, his damp blonde curls resting back against Rikis chest as he gazed at Brent with wonderment in his pale eyes. A self conscious smile moved over Brents lips as he looked at the boys and then he uttered the first words any of them had spoken since landing on the beach. "Well it looks as though we're all busted, my names Brent, you're Riki, right? and what's your name?" Brent looked at the young boy surfer sitting between Rikis knees. "I'm Kyle, what happened? all I remember was the board flipping me and then I was looking at Riki." Riki let his hand drop from Brents cheek and clasped Kyle closer to him as Brent proceeded to tell Kyle what had happened out on the water. At the end of the story, Kyle looked at Riki and then Brent with a new respect and a sudden desire to kiss both boys. He had never kissed anyone before but he felt it was right to try now. Kyle lifted his lips to Riki and let them brush briefly over the dark lips and then with a blushing face looked at Brent. "C...Can...I...kiss...you...too?" Brent leant forward and embraced Riki as he let his lips come closer to those of Kyle, like the other two, Brent had never kissed another boy but it was without hesitation that he let the soft lips carress his own. For a few moments after their first kiss, there was silence and then three blushing boys looked at each other and with a shrug of their shoulders in a 'What the hell' attitude, they reached for each other in a close and tight group hug. Almost with saddness, Brent stood up. "You two stay here, I'll go and get our clothes, I think I better cover this thing before we all get ideas." It was the first time in his life that Brent had been able to joke about his outsized manhood, the two boys smiled up at him in gratitude and Riki answered for both of them. "You don't have to hide him away you know, I quite like the view, but Kyle needs to put his pants on or his butts going to get awful cold on the sand." Brent laughed and sprinted off down the beach to get Kyles baggies before he went for his own clothes. On his return, Brent and Kyle dressed then again sat with Riki in a tight small group, the rescue, the kiss and the admittance of all three of their desire for boys rather than girls had now created their own special bond, Brent looked at the slim small figure of Kyle and then asked. "Where are you staying, I haven't seen you around here before?" "I've been sleeping in the sand hills and finding what food I could for the last two weeks." "That's no way to live, look, I don't know if you think it's a good idea, I live in a batch at the bottom of my parents property, there's no one else around and I can have who I like too stay there, do you want to come and stay with me until you find something better?" Brent saw the quick glance Kyle directed at Riki. "It will be ok for Riki too come by whenever he wants to, in fact I would like to see more of him as well now that we've finally met. In two months I have to start my military service but I'm sure we can work something out before then so you won't have to leave if you don't want too." Riki spoke to Brent as he casually ran his fingers down the length of Kyles slender forearm. "Are you sure your parents won't mind me coming around Brent? You know what I mean, the way I am they might not like me too be seen over there with you, and what about your friends, they're going to give you a hard time if they see you with me?" "Firstly Riki, my parents only come here on the weekends and then I hardly ever see them, as far as the few friends I have, leave that to me, I think a couple of them will understand, the others can go hang if they don't like it." Kyle listened in silence as the two boys talked and made plans, he was captivated by Rikis beauty and at the same time enthralled by the hugeness of Brent, the thought of having both boys as his friends made his small boyhood stand erect in his baggies as Riki carressed his soft smooth skin. At last Brent stood up and with a smile said. "I don't know about you two, but I'm famished, come on lets go back to my place and eat, besides, Kyle looks as though he could do with a bit more rest and he might as well see where he can stay." The two boys rose from their sitting position, Riki brushing sand off his knees as he did so, the three boys began to walk towards Brents home, trying to stay as close to each other without touching but wanting the close contact that they had established while on the beach. Brents parents owned a ten acre lifestyle block on the southern headland, the seclusion gave Brent his privacy and ten minutes later the three boys had made it to his doorway. The batch was medium sized with a bedroom facing the sea and a small comfortable lounge room facing the same way, the kitchenette and bathroom were placed behind the two front rooms. It was neat and tidy, the lounge had a sofa and two chairs with a round coffee table in the center, the bedroom was set out with a small set of drawers, a desk and chair with a double bed facing the wide windows. Brent went into the kitchen and began to set about creating something to eat for the three of them and when he returned he saw both Riki and KYle laying on the sofa, Kyle wrapped closely in Rikis arms as he sat with his back to Rikis chest, Brent smiled at the two of them and the obvious attraction they had for each other. "I'm nuking a pizza, that ok with you two?" Both boys smiled and nodded their heads in agreement. Brent looked serious for a moment and then asked Riki. "Can I ask a personal question Riki?" "Sure, anything you like." "Have you ever done anything with another boy?" "No, have you?" "No, but I've always wanted to try but I think I'm to big to do it too anyone, what about you Kyle?" "No not me either, but I wanted to for ages, I just think no one would like me because I'm so little down there." Riki looked at the two boys and then lowered his eyes with embarrassment and in not much more than a whisper told the two boys his own secret. "I've had things up inside me." Startled, Brent asked. "What sort of things, did they hurt?" At that moment the micro wave gave its ring to tell Brent the pizza was ready. "Hold it there Riki, I'll just get the nosh and you can tell us while we eat." With a blush, Riki nodded his head, he noticed Kyle looking over his shoulder at him with a huge grin on his face. "What?" Riki asked. "I've so wanted to try something like that." "Oh the things I've had would be too big for your little butt." "Like what?" "Wait till Brent gets back and I'll tell you then." Shortly Brent returned to the lounge with a large pizza cut into eight pieces on a plate. "Here we go, now Riki, give." The large smile on Brents face and the gleem in his eye said it all. Around a mouth full of pizza, Riki began to tell them his secret. "When I was ten I was having a shower one day and for some reason wanted too push my finger up inside, it felt so great I looked around for something better and saw the brush handle so I put some soap on it and then started to ease it slowly up inside. It went in quite a way before it hit something inside and this real intense feeling went all through me, from that day on I would try to find things to give me the same feeling. One day I was in my mums room and I saw this pink rubber thing under her bed, it looked just like a real mans dick but it was pretty big, I decided to take it back to my room and try to fit it in. It took me a long time and I had to use some cooking oil to make it slippery but after about four days I managed to get about half of it up there. I felt all full and it was touching that same place again. About a week later I had nearly all of it inside, it was then I found out that if you twisted the bottom of it, it would vibrate all through you, it was so cool I've used it a lot since then, I can get it all inside now and sometimes I lay there on the bed for a couple of hours with it in there vibrating, it makes me shoot four or five times without using my hand." Brent and Kyle sat there with their mouths agape, forgetting the hot pizza in their hands as Riki told them his story. "How big is it Riki?" Brent asked. "Nearly as thick as yours but not as long, uhm...I would like to try yours some time if you wanted to, I'm not sure how we could do it but I think as long as you went real slow I might be able to get about half inside." Brent took a bight of pizza and gave a large gulp, half to swallow and half in disbelief. "You mean you'd let me try to put it in you?" "Yeah I think so, but you'd have to go really slow and stop if I said so." "I'd like to try that sometime but I think Brent is miles too big for me, how big are you Riki?" Kyle had almost whispered his request as a blush ran through his cheeks. Riki also blushed and then said. "Put your hand behind you, I've been so hard ever since you sat there." Kyle, with a shy glance at Brent, reached his free hand behind him and felt for Rikis groin, his hand closed on something hard and rigid inside the short cutoffs, it felt good in his hand and although not as small as Kyle, was definately not as huge as Brent. "That's cool Riki, I think I could try that if you wanted too, it feels real good, almost hot through your shorts." Kyle gave the hardness another squeeze as he took his hand away and again blushed at Brent who had obviously been well aroused by the timid actions on the sofa. Kyles baggies were pushed out at the front, not by a lot but it was plain to see he was well aroused by the conversation and the actions he had taken. The pizza had now been forgotten in the heat of the moment, Brent looked at the others and with a blush revealed his own secrets desires. "I've been going to some sites on the net and looking at stuff there, sometimes there's pictures of guys doing stuff and then I get a good wank from watching them, I've always wondered what it would be like to, well you know." Both boys smiled as they said in unison. "No we don't, tell us?" "Well I wondered what it would be like to try, well,... sucking someone." Kyle spoke up as he looked at Brent with a questioning look. "Sucking someone, How do you do that?" Brent blushed again and then explained. "Well you get a guys thing and put it in your mouth and suck on it like a candy bar." Kyle and Rikis eyes popped open at this new revelation. "Really? you put it right in your mouth?" Kyle seemed totally incredulous at the possibility. Shyly Brent asked Kyle. "You want to try it?" "I don't think I could put one in my mouth." "No Kyle, I mean would you like me to put yours in my mouth?" The thought flittered through Kyles mind and the thought of Brents mouth surrounding his small pencil excited him so much he was nodding his head without even thinking about it. "What do I do?" Kyler asked. "Well the pictures I've seen, the guys are either standing up or lying on a bed, I think it would be best if we tried it while you were standing." As if in anticipation, Brent had slid forward on his chair, like a magnet Kyle was rising from his place between Rikis legs, his small boyhood pushing out the front of his loose baggies. Kyle walked over towards Brent on slightly unsteady legs his desire to experiment shut out everything else. When kyle was standing between Brents spread kness, his legs shaking in the unfamiliar setting but the desire in his loins had taken over all reason, with shaking hands he released the buttons holding his baggies closed and let them fall to his ankles. Brent stared at the three inch nail, not in contempt but in facination, Kyles smallness was just the type he had dreamed of, big enough to play with and small enough to take easily in his mouth. With nervous hands, Brent reached for the narrow hips of Kyle and drew him towards his waiting and now well moistened lips. The first noticable thing for Brent was the intense clean boy smell of Kyle, it pulled at him like a magnet making him open his lips and poke out his tongue to taste the hardened muscle before him. The first touch was electric as Brents tongue ran slowly over the small glans, the upward twitch of Kyles tube revealed the two small eggs below tight up against his pubic bone, Brent, without another thought, ran his hot tongue down the shaft and began to taste the two small eggs. Kyle had been transported into another world at the first touch of the hot tongue, his whole being was centered only on the feelings being transmitted in electric shocks up his body as Brent experimented with this new sensation. Riki could stand the tension no longer and was so hard he did the only thing he could think of doing, standing he quickly shed his clothes and went to stand behind the pair of small tight globes that Kyle owned. Riki was so hard that the foreskin had almost pulled right back revealing his purple head well lubricated. Riki eased close to Kyle and, with a tenderness that the situation should have eradicated, carefully wrapped his arms around Kyles slim body and pushed his throbbing hardness between the smaller boys cheeks, not trying to enter the boy but letting the smooth cheeks surround him. Kyle felt Riki press against his back and as the hardness touched his cleft, he opened his legs as much as he could with Brent holding his hips tightly. The double sensation sent thrills through his young frame, the hot mouth now devouring his small nail and the feeling of the hardness of Riki gently working back and forth between his tightly clasped legs. Kyle could feel his spunk coming closer and from far away in his head his body commanded him to lift his hips a little higher and push back on Rikis offering. Riki could feel Kyle trying to position himself over his shaft and with infinite slowness he changed his angle, Kyle felt the change and began to push back on the slippery head as it centered on his tight hole. The feeling of the hardness against his hole brought a rush of heat to Kyles face and as he began to jet out his boy juice, he pushed back hard and felt the sharp pain of Riki entering him. It felt huge and only the actions of his frantic need to ejaculate into the hot mouth surrounding him made him push harder back until Riki had nearly half his length in the smaller boy. The sudden and violent push back by Kyle had caught Riki unprepared and the sudden heat inside the boy was too much as Kyles sphincter muscle massaged his half buried shaft, Riki felt his own juice erupt with a violence and power he had never felt before. Kyle knew he was sore but the double act had taken all reason from him and he revelled in the double feeling, Brents mouth was buried to the fine dusting of pubic hair in Kyles groin, the hot liquid was a lot more than Brent had bargained for from such a small boy but he wasn't about to lose any of it, not this first time, and not ever, the taste was so much better than he thought it would be, he had almost released Kyle when he felt his little shaft tighten and swell before cumming but had changed his mind at the last moment, Brent was now glad he had decided to taste the boy, he was in heaven as the small muscle continued to pump out its juice into Brents mouth. Brent was vaguely aware of Rikis groans as Kyle twisted and thrust with his hips, opening his eyes he could see Riki holding tightly to Kyle slim body, his eyes closed shut and his breath coming out in short hard gasps. Sliding one hand underneath Kyles spread legs, Brent felt for the first time the pumping shaft of Riki as it was half buried inside Kyles slim cheeks and realised that Riki had managed to get into Kyle, his own rigid shaft was bursting for relief, using his now free hand, Brent reached back to his own shorts and released the zipper, his own shaft was almost breaking through his still damp bathers. Twisting and wriggling, Brent could not get his shorts off without releasing his mouth hold on the delectable morsel it held, suddenly, Kyle gave a huge shudder and with a wince of pain as Rikis shaft came free of his now buring small hole, collapsed onto his knees on the floor, his small cock was still hard and dripping. Kyle fell back to lie on the floor on his back, his small hole throbbing from his first entry. Brent could see the small, tight, bruised hole as Kyle lay with wide spread legs trying to ease the pain of Rikis entry, Rikis juices were slowly running out of Kyle as his hole pulsed from the unaccostomed insertion. Brent finally freed himself from the constriction of his clothes, his massive manhood sprang free with an almost audible slap, as his hand went towards his huge cock to give himself release, Riki almost yelled at him. "No Brent, hold it, I want to try to take you, give me a couple of minutes then I want to try." Brents looked at the slender hips of Riki and began to doubt that the boy would even get his thick throbbing glans inside him, suddenly a thought of one picture on the net rushed into Brents mind and he knew it would be the only way Riki could try to fulfill his wish. "I think there's only one way you might be able to try it Riki, I'll have to lay on my back and you try to lower yourself onto me, I'll have to get some sort of lubrication for you though." Rikis eyes were clamped on the huge muscle standing up rigidly from Brents groin, his own hole was twitching at the thought of all that bigness up inside him, it was way bigger than the rubber one he had been using for so long but something inside him demanded that he try to take it all and then he would have the best feeling inside him he had ever had. Brent stood up and, with his huge shaft leading the way, went into the kitchen for some oil, he knew it was going to be hard for Riki to take him and had decided that he would need a lot of oil to help him realise his dream. Kyle sat up, his legs still spread to ease the pain of Rikis entry but he had a good feeling inside him, he knew he would let Riki do it to him again and maybe next time he would have it all inside, the thought of the feeling as his insides felt Riki pump out his juices was a new and now a wanted sensation for him. Riki was now kneeling in front of Kyle facing Brents chair, the lure of those copper bronze globes before him brought a new feeling to Kyles mind, something about their roundness and smoothness attracted him, he reached out with one hand and ran lightly over the smooth skin until his hand was stroking Riki between his soft globes and lightly down his tight crack until he felt Rikis testicles on his fingertips. A soft moan of desire escaped from Rikis lips as he felt the small warm fingers run down his crack and across his perrinium, the gentle touch on his sensitive scrotum made him push back slightly with his hips to be rewarded by the slow running of those fingers working their way up his crack again until they touched very lightly on his pulsing hole. Kyle had become besotted with the feel of Rikis body and as he touched Rikis hole, it pulsed lightly, Kyle couldn't help himself and slowly pushed against the small brown hole with a finger. Riki felt the pressure and relaxed his muscles as he had taught himself when taking the rubber cock, Kyles finger slid into the hole easily as Rikis sweat had lubricated it, without another thought Kyle pulled out the finger and then started to push with two fingers, they also slid in, although a little tighter he was still able to work them in and out a few times. The inside of Riki felt hot and moist on his fingers as Riki pushed backwards to get Kyle to push deeper. Riki was after that great feeling he could get when something went deep enough. Brent returned just as Kyle was pulling the two fingers out of Riki, his young face was a study in concentration as he readied another finger, Brent lent down and poured a little oil on Kyles hand and told him to work it all over his fingers before he tried to go back inside the panting Riki. Brent lay down on the floor with his legs spread apart, one on each side of Rikis bent body, Rikis face was close to Brents groin and he could smell the exciting aroma of young manhood, the dripping pearl of Brents own lubrication sat shining on top of his huge glans, Riki lifted his mouth and, with his tongue, licked off the pearl as Kyle began to push in the three fingers. Riki thrust back hard as the new fullness went into him, his mouth opened as wide as he could get it and his lips surrounded the hot moist glans of Brent. Kyle twisted his three fingers inside the hot hole as he pushed back and forth, Riki seemed to be adding his own lubrucation as Kyles fingers did their work, Riki could only keep his mouth clamped over Brents glans as it was to big to do much more but the throbbing and heat of Brent sent tiny shivers through Riki at what was to come. He knew deep down inside that he was going to get all of Brent inside him even if it took the rest of the day and night, it was like an addiction, he had to be filled by the young mans huge muscle or die in the attempt. Riki felt Kyles small thin hand working harder and faster until it was pulled out of him leaving an empty feeling until Kyles whispered words reached his ears. "Can I try?" "Wha...what?" "Can I try to put my hand in there Riki?" "Yeah...yeah...do it...do it" Riki had become frantic in his need to be filled, it had also dawned on him that if Kyle could get his small thin hand inside him it would be easier to take all of Brent. Brent had watched in fasination as Kyle had pumped Riki with his fingers and Riki had held his huge glans in his mouth trying to use his tongue to make Brent feel good. Riki returned his mouth to Brents glans and, as Kyle pushed hard with his whole small hand to enter Riki, Riki gave a heavy grunt as he felt Kyles wrist slide into him, it was big and filling and he knew then that he was going to take Brent. Kyle worked his arm slowly back and forth. The strange sight and feeling of his wrist working in and out of the bronze globes and the tight red hole expanding and contracting enthralled him and held him spellbound, unknown to Kyle the actions had made him leak continuously from his small rigid penis as it jumped up and down with his heart beat. After a lifetime of fantastic feelings, Riki knew it was time to bury himself on the massive fallic he had been mouthing, Kyle had used a lot of oil on his hands and Rikis hole was now well lubricated, lifting his mouth he reached for the bottle of oil and poured it liberally over the upright shaft before him, with a word to Kyle he waited until the smaller boy had pulled his hand out and, straddling Brent, prepared to lower himself onto his dream. Kyle placed a hand either side of Rikis cheeks and spread them as far apart as they would go until he could see Rikis pulsing well oiled hole hovering an inch above Brents waiting manhood. Brent held himself upright with one hand as he looked down his torso at Riki getting ready to lower himself, every action had now become slow motion as the event began. Riki began to lower himself until he could feel the large head pushing at his hole, Kyle watched in facination as Brents huge glans pushed hard at Riki, even though Kyle had loosened Riki a lot, Brents head still stretched Rikis hole as it tried to enter the narrow passage, with a deep throated grunt from Riki, Brents head suddenly popped into the waiting orifice bringing out a sheen of sweat on Rikis skin as he was filled. Riki pushed down again, the feeling of the immensity of Brent now made him realise he was in for quite a battle, he knew that only the first one or two inches had penetrated him so far and he had a lot more to go in yet, it would have to be a long slow descent. Kyle watched the first two inches disappear inside Riki, the sweat was now running freely off Rikis skin as the huge shaft throbbed with a life of its own, Kyle could see Brents veins pulsing down the length of his shaft. Kyles fingers took on a life of their own as he reached out and softly stroked the remaining shaft all the way down to the tight full scrotum, Brent felt Kyles fingers and began to twitch with the soft feeling of them, Riki felt it and lowered himself another inch or two, he was now feeling filled to overflowing but wanted it all. Kyle kept up the slow stroking on Brent as Riki went further down, he was now nearly half way down the expanded shaft as he wriggled and twisted slightly to readjust the massive size inside him until suddenly he felt something give as he twisted to the left and Brents glans slid up into somewhere soft, now Riki felt as though his own stomach was filling but he also knew that he would complete his self assigned task and take all of Brent until he was sitting with Brents pubic hair hard against his smooth butt. Riki ignored the ache in his knees and thighs as Brent filled him to overflowing and pushed down again, more slid into him, not far to go now, he was going to do it, Brent was loudly moaning as the hot tight skin of Riki surrounded him and squeezed tightly on his length, another couple of inches and Riki would be hard down on his groin, he was so close to shooting out his juices that it was only by sheer will power that he didn't, he wanted Riki to take all of him and then give him his reward when he was seated firmly on Brents pubics. Rikis eyes had been closed through the whole effort as he concentrated on his need to devour Brent, now he lifted his sweating face and , opening his eyes, stared at Brent with a glazed and far away stare, with a deep breath and clamping of his jaw, he drove down hard until the last inches were firmly and tightly inside him, as the soft pubic bush carressed his smooth and sweating skin, Riki felt the mighty weapon begin to pulse out Brents gift to him, over and over again he felt the throbbing so deep inside him until he couldn't remain upright and collapsed down onto Brents heaving chest as he was filled at last with his desire. Kyle had moved to Brents head as Riki drove down the last few inches, Brent, in a blissful haze of satisfaction and unknown strength, took hold of Kyle behind the thighs and lifted him bodily up and then down until the small boy was over his gasping mouth. While still pumping his cum into Riki, Brent lifted his head and began to tongue Kyles bruised and slightly musky hole, the taste of Riki was still on Kyle and only added to Brents desire to eat the smaller boy. At the first shock of feeling Brents tongue touch his sensitive hole, Kyle began to send out a steady stream of juice in long thick jets over Rikis sweating back while his head thrashed from side to side, he ground his thin butt down onto the lips that were tormenting him in such delight. Seconds later, Riki collapsed in exhaustion still speared firmly on Brent. Kyle fell forward onto Rikis back as Brent groaned with fulfillment, even if he went completly slack his penis would still be buried deeply inside Riki until the boy himself pulled from him and Brent was happy to leave it that way, Kyles small nail was now softening as he lay over Riki, his narrow butt only inches away from Brents face, the occassional weak lick told Kyle that Brent had not lost his desire for his small hole as he began to drift into a semi doze of satisfaction. Brent felt Kyle relax and gave him a few more small licks, he liked the taste of the smaller boy and would again soon feast at the same table but for now he need some rest and was happy to let the two smaller boys sleep on top of him as he let his own muscles relax into a much need rest. A fleeting thought ran through Brent as the other two boys began to doze from their post orgasmic bliss, he had two months left and if these two were willing, they would be the best months of his young life and maybe after there would be time for the three of them to get together. END: