quite a disciplinarian, had never shown any dislike for anything that Donald did and had praised him as a good boy. I suggested that Donald could spend the next day with us, and Janet was very happy with the idea. At that moment, Danny came downstairs after having a shower and introduced himself. Janet explained what we had decided and Danny approved in no uncertain terms. I told him that any firm decisions about the future would have to be discussed with Niki, and he agreed that it was essential. I told them of my situation with Vincent; that I wasn't really his uncle and had only known him for a short while.
But his mother and the police were obviously happy with me as a temporary guardian; he was staying with me for a week as a trial to test whether his mother could bear to be separated from him for an extended period. I also told them about my mother-in-law's accident and that my wife was looking after her for the foreseeable future; I would have to get used to being husband and housewife at the same time. I spent an agreeable hour or two chatting with them and hearing each other's life stories. One discovery I made was that the three of them were interested in naturism; they had spent several naturist holidays together and were thus completely uninhibited.
When I recounted the episode in the toilets that morning, culminating in Donald's embarrassment, Janet told me that her mother had been brought up in a strict religious family. Janet had never accepted the premise that naked bodies were dirty, and had impressed the same on Donald. She now understood that Donald was being pulled in two different directions on that subject, and she didn't like it. I assured her that my morals were more in line with theirs, although I had never seriously considered involvement in naturism. Danny said that it was effectively an acquired taste, and probably not for everyone. He and Janet were not in the least bothered by my implied rejection. It was time for Vincent and me to return to our own home. Janet called the boys downstairs and as we were leaving she said, “Donald will be ready for you tomorrow morning. Just ring the doorbell and he'll come out.” Vincent and I returned home, and Vincent told me that he had seen and touched Donald's willy; Donald had been unconcerned at showing it, so they had exchanged views and touches. They hadn't gone further than that; Vincent decided to leave the next step for the morrow. I bathed Vincent without more sexual action; we were both slightly jaded but were looking forward to some more in the morning, perhaps with Donald included. I put Vincent to bed, read him a story and went downstairs to put in some work hours.
VII.
It was a new working week. Sounds of people going to their jobs pervaded the otherwise still air, and I looked out of the window to give myself a weather forecast. Not a breath of wind, heavy cover and high humidity suggested some rain on the way. I had planned to take the boys to an exhibition of a working farm during the day, but the impending weather told me to change to plan B, whatever that was.
I hurriedly dressed and called in next door, just as the rain started, to collect Donald; he had been ready and waiting for nearly an hour and was very pleased to see me. I told him of my original plan, but the rain precluded that for the time being. We went indoors and then upstairs to Vincent's room; he was still asleep so Donald decided to give him a rude awakening. He threw back the bedclothes and revealed Vincent holding his very erect penis. Donald removed Vincent's hand from it and replaced it with his own, then squeezed it gently, retracting the foreskin as he did so. Vincent's expression showed that he enjoyed this, and he made a grab for Donald's nether regions.
Donald sat on Vincent's bed and extracted his small pecker from his trousers, and I was treated to the sight of two ten-year-old boys having a mutual whacking session. Donald obviously didn't object to my watching, as he looked up at me and smiled. I suggested that Vincent should go and pee, and we would decide what to do next when he returned. While Vincent was in the toilet, I sat on the bed with Donald and held his cock, giving it a little squeeze in the same way as he had done for Vincent. Donald looked at me and said, “Vincent told me that you have a big willy and he has touched it. Can I touch it as well?” Needing no second invitation, I removed my slacks and underpants, pointing my erection towards Donald and inviting his attentions. “It's bigger than my Dad's,” he said, “can I hold it?” He wrapped his little hand around it and slowly jerked it back and forth along its length. “Dad likes me to suck his willy wonka. Can I suck yours?” By way of reply I removed my penis from his hand and presented it to his mouth. His little pink tongue came out and he licked the glands, drawing a bead of precum from the slit.
As he was doing this, Vincent returned and wrapped his hand around my shaft. Two young boys attending my dick gave me thoughts that would have given Donald's grandmother a heart attack. I warned Donald that I was close to ejaculation, and he drew it further into his mouth, sucking as hard as his oral muscles would allow. This caused the inevitable reaction; my reproductive equipment started pumping semen into his throat, and I felt him swallowing as fast as he could.
My penis was wilting and he smiled and stared at it and said, “That's the first time I've sucked anyone off apart from my Dad.
It was great!” “Tell me all about it, Donald,” I said. He explained that he sometimes joined his Mum and Dad when they had a sex session. They weren't in the least inhibited, and believed that children should know everything about sex from an early age. He and his Dad sucked each other's cocks with Mum watching and sometimes fingering and licking Donald's anus, and his Dad also occasionally buggered him. His mum often sucked his cock when she was bathing him, and he fingered her pussy in return. They both adjured him to keep quiet about these activities, which would almost certainly land them in jail, but now that he knew Vincent and I were playing sexually he felt that he could confide in us. I decided that we could now tell Donald all about our sexual play, and in particular that I had buggered Vincent the previous evening. Donald looked excited and wanted to know if I would do it to him. “After all, you've given it to me at one end, why not the other end?” he asked, producing laughter from Vincent and myself. I told him that his parents might object, so he said he would ask them when they came home in the evening.
Vincent and I dressed and we went downstairs for breakfast. Rain was still falling, which meant no outdoor activities for the time being. As the previous day, I sat at the computer but this time with Vincent on one knee and Donald on the other. The resultant pressure on their immature prostate glands gave them both erections, which I squeezed gently to their delight. I showed them the same sort of porn sites as I had previously shown Vincent; Donald told me he had tried to find such sites on the school computers, but couldn't. “The computers at your school almost certainly have child-protected operating systems,” I said, “but there's no need for that on my computer.” Donald remarked, as had Vincent previously, on the size of the men's willies. I told him the same as I had told Vincent-only the largest cocks would be seen on the net, so normal sizes looked tiny by comparison. Vincent said that his father's willy had hurt him at first, although he was now used to it. “But one of those would split me in half,” he admitted. Vincent said that my willy had been a bit painful for the first couple of minutes, but it felt wonderful once he could 'let his bottom go', as he described it.
“I'm looking forward to having yours in me, eh,” said Donald, his Canadian accent deep and true.
VIII.
The rain stopped, the sky soon cleared to bright sunshine, and we made our usual foray to the playground via public footpaths.
Vincent and Donald played on the swings while I sat watching.
They weren't the only children in the playground, a group of four girls was there also, and they were watching Vincent and Donald. One of them came and sat on the swing next to Vincent and asked him to push her. I heard him reply that his Uncle Jean-Michel might push her if she asked me, so she came over to where I was sitting, said her name was Ellen and politely asked me if I would mind pushing her on the swing. I have never been able to resist a polite child, and I took her hand and led her to the swing. I decided to push all three of them while the other three girls looked on. I heard an adult call for the girls, but Ellen stayed where she was. She told me that she had no connection with the other three; they were sisters and she had started playing with them because she had no one else to play with.
Donald, ever the gentleman, said “You can play with us if you like. Uncle Jean-Michel's looking after us.” Here
