Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2003 08:34:23 +0000 From: Angela Mynah Subject: A Boys Tale, Johns Story. A Boys Tale, Johns' Story. Chapter 1. In the beginning and towards the end Dear reader this is a tale about a current love that dare not speak its name, Boylove. It is a tale involving sexual encounters between various people, both young and adult, male and female, and a certain young, willing and happy boy. If that offends you then now would be a good time to leave. For the sake of certain aspects of the law, all the names have been changed, even those of people no longer in this world. Although this story is mainly fictional, it is loosely based on a real life. My life. This is chapter 1. I fully intend several more chapters to follow, and although the fictional content will no doubt increase, it will never lose sight of some underlying truths. They say that as you get older whilst your short term memory deteriorates, however you start to recall incidents in your life long past, with crystal clear details. Well they are correct, and it seems to me that it would be tragic if so many happy memories of my younger days went to the hereafter with me, and it must be said that now, as I lie here an old man, dictating this journal, the hereafter is all I have before me. The saga starts many years ago on a Sunday and the day of my tenth birthday. I had had a wonderful birthday with a special friend of mine having given me a recorder, I was interested in music all those years ago. It was such a thoughtful present (albeit no doubt chosen by his mother, Mrs Richards ) that I couldn't wait to see him the following day at school. We both went to the same school and although he was nearly a year older than I, we were in the same class. When in school on Monday I found he was not there I was most disappointed and so decided that after school I would go and see him, it was, after all, only a bus ride away. The door to his house was opened by his mother, a very good looking woman who had a smile that melted the hearts of all those who knew her. She seemed just a little surprised to see me, explaining that Alan had a cold and that it may be best if I did not go to him, else I too would catch the illness. When necessary I too can produce a smile that melts hearts, and I did so there and then. "Oh well. What's a cold anyway" she said adding "It will be all round the school by now I'm sure. You may as well go and see him, he's in his room." Not waiting for her to change her mind I was thanking her as I ran up the stairs. As I sat by his bed we chatted like two old women about this and that and although it seemed like only seconds had passed, in walked Alan's mother suggesting that if I telephoned my mother I could stay for tea. As I was replying, I sneezed, then again and after that a third time. She looked at me. "You can't have caught it from Alan already, that's far too soon" But caught it I had, almost certainly from the same boy that Alan had caught it from, as we used to play together. Mrs Richards felt my forehead and stated that there was no doubt about it, I was running a small fever. It was then that Alan made the suggestion that was to influence the rest of my life. "Why can't John stay here and you can make us both better mum?" I remember his mum saying that it was not such a good idea but then stopping and thinking about it. She looked at me and said "I will phone your mother for you and tell her you are staying here for your tea, We will have to see about anything else". It seemed very exciting to me, I had only stayed away from home once or twice before, and that was only ever with an aunt. This was going to be much more fun, I was going to be with me special friend. I hoped so hard that my mother would agree to the idea. It was the fact that my father was a doctor that clinched it. He had no wish to catch this "confounded cold" and he strongly encourage any arrangement whereby he would be separated from me, an arrangement he normally seemed to prefer. Its not that my father did not care for me, He was just not built to be affectionate. My mother was delighted with the offer and accepted it readily. She arranged to deliver some pyjamas and clothes for me and all was settled, I would be there for the rest of the week. I was really excited by now as I helped bring a second, much smaller bed in the room. We made the bed and it was ready for me to get into so I sat on the side of it awaiting the arrival of my night clothes. It was then that something quite unexpected happened. Alan was sitting up in his bed when Mrs Richards bent down and undid my shoes saying "Come on now, Lets get you into bed" "What about my jimjams?" I asked. As she removed my shoes and socks she said that I would put them on when they arrived. "Come on now John, Stand up, I shouldn't have to bend down all that way". I did as I was told and stood up. Quickly she undid my trousers and pulled them to the floor, I stepped out of them. My underpants were just as quickly removed, and as she pulled my pullover over my head I realised that Alan was watching me being stripped and it was that which sent me erect and yet I could not object to what was being done to me, I was too shocked, this had taken me completely by surprise. Seeing my little boyhood standing up so hard, Mrs Richards smiled and said "That just means you are happy" She undid my shirt and took it off, then last my vest. She stood back to admire her handy work and so there I stood, in front of Mrs Richards and Alan totally naked, and my full three inches complete with its foreskin, as erect as it had ever been. It was obvious to me that both of them were looking at me but still I could not move. "That's enough of your showing off now, get into that bed." I obeyed and as she tucked me in, Mrs Richards hand reached my tiny erection and as it did, she stroked it just momentarily. That was the first time I had been touched in that manner, and the sensations flying through my body were electric, I didn't understand a single one of them. What I did understand was that I had enjoyed the experience. Being undressed in front of somebody was an amazing feeling and already I was wondering if it would ever happen again. As I sat in bed I looked across at Alan. "Your mum just undressed me" I said, still feeling total disbelief. "Yeah I saw" he replied. "She made me go all stiff" I added. "Yeah I saw" he said. "She took everything off me, and in front of you" I uttered. "Yeah I saw" we both said together. "Does she undress you when you go to bed?" I asked. It was a question I had to ask, I wanted to find out if it was going to happen again. Alan fell very quiet and fumbled with the bed linen. After a few moments he asked in a soft voice "Did she touch your willy?" "Only a little bit, why? Does she touch yours?" Again Alan fell silent, there seemed to be an age long pause before he looked at me. "Please don't tell anyone she did that, She says that she will be in a lot of trouble, if anyone knows she does that" I sat and thought about this. Why would anybody be in trouble for that? It was nice! I wanted her to do it again. All these things I thought but what I said was "I promise I won't tell anybody, not ever ever ever" Our supper was duly delivered and consumed with almost complete silence, and in the fullness of time Mrs Richards returned and took away the plates. Mr Richards then came into the room , He had not long come home from his work in London, 40 miles away, his clothes still smelling of the steam locomotive that transported him too and fro. He smiled seeing two boys lying in bed reading. "Ahh so this is the hospital ward is it? Good. I am glad to see you both reading, that's never time wasted. What book is that John?" I showed him my book, Tom Sawyer, and he nodded with approval. Mrs Richards put her head round the door "Lights out in ten minutes" she said and they both left. Sure enough, ten minutes later she came back in the room and kissed Alan on both eyes and wished him good night, then she came over to me and did the same. As she stood up she looked at the bed. There was no mistaking the small mound in the bed just below my waist. She smiled, kissed her finger and placed in on my nose. Turning she said good night one last time and turned the light out. The house was next to a main road, and there was a street lamp just outside the window. Turning the light out had seemed to be a fairly pointless exercise, as the room was, to my mind, still virtually floodlight, never the less I closed my eyes and went into a rather shallow sleep. There was too much on my mind to let me sink into a deep slumber. How long I had been asleep I do not know but I awoke suddenly and froze. There was somebody in the room with us. I didn't move. It had taken only half a moment for me to remember where I was, but I stayed stock still. I opened one eye very slowly. I could see the shadowy figure just sitting itself on Alan's bed. Alan stirred a little. I heard a very soft voice, it was Alan's dad. "Softly now Alan, we don't want to wake John". I thought it best to pretend that I was still asleep, even though I was now wide awake. I heard Alan move a bit as he awoke, and whisper to his father. "Mum undressed John this afternoon, and she touched his willy. He has promised that he will never say anything though. Is that going to be alright" Alan's father, stroked Alan's fringed blonde hair. "Yes I know, She told me she had done that, I'm very glad to hear that John has said he will keep it a secret, Your mum was very silly to do that. Do you think John enjoyed it?" Alan whispered again to his father saying that he didn't know whether I had enjoyed it or not. As he did so I saw his father quietly pull the bedclothes down and Alan's nightshirt up. My bed was very slightly higher than Alan's and I was given a first class view as his father, first stroked and then put his mouth onto Alan's erected penis and started to suck. Even then I still managed to pretend to be asleep, wondering what was going to happen. When Alan climaxed from his fathers attentions, it was one of the most violent I would ever see. Although still too young to produce the succulent juice his father craved, his body writhed in ecstasy, his legs went tight together then opening wide totally out of control, and then came the involuntary spasms as his whole being went as stiff as a bronze statue then limp as a rag only to stiffen up even harder than before. Finally he collapsed exhausted lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. His father picked up a shirt from the back of the chair and mopped the perspiration from Alan's spent body and the saliva from his flaccid boyhood. Undoing his trousers he went on to clean the considerable amount of precum he had generated which was showing as a damp patch on the pale trousers he was wearing. This procedure was watched by his breathless son. Mr Richards looked puzzled at the shirt, then he looked at Alan, then they both looked at me. I had become as engrossed watching this performance, as they had become enacting it, the result was that when they both looked at me they found me sitting up in bed looking wide eyed at them. The ensuing silence was deafening. Mr Richards broke it. "I understand that earlier today you were undressed by Alan's mummy and that she touched your private parts, Alan has told me that you intend to keep that as a very special secret matter and have promised not to tell anyone ever." I nodded. "Yes sir I have." He smiled at me and came to sit on the edge of my bed. "I would like it very much indeed if you would do the same about what you just saw, and keep that as a very special secret matter as well, and to tell no one about it, ever." I understood what he had said but still had no idea why it had to be kept so secret. Never the less, I agreed to his request and very solemnly crossed my heart, promising that the secret was safe with me. He shook my by the hand, making me feel very grown up about the whole thing, and then he left the room with his sexual requirements having been met, his son, so fatigued that he was already going to sleep and me, wide awake and with a boner for which there was nothing I could do. The following morning Alan's cold was showing an improvement, mine was not. His mother came into the room with our breakfast and felt both our foreheads, mine was now a little hotter than Alan's. She told us that we had both better stay in bed that day. She then told Alan that he was to have a bath and she went downstairs. Dutifully he got out of bed and went to the bathroom, closed the door and started running the water. This effectively tied up the upstairs toilet. The only remaining one was downstairs and I needed to visit it. Further, my mother had been unable to bring my clothes to me the previous night, and lastly, as my other clothes had been used as makeshift clean up towels last evening, I found myself naked and nothing I could do about it, Alan had taken his dressing gown with him. First of all I felt very shy and tried to put off going to the loo. This was not to work out, I had to go. The predicament was of course somewhat erotic and it resulted in my having another erection. Using all the stealth I could muster, I opened the door. All was clear so I crept to the top of the stairs and peered down trying to work out where in the house Mrs Richards was. It was very peaceful so as quietly as I could, I stepped down the stairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I could see across the hallway to the door of the downstairs cloakroom. Inch by inch I worked my way towards that door. I heard a voice from the living room and froze thinking she must have company in. I thought rapidly, then it occurred to me that I could only hear her voice and no one else's. I went to the living room door and listened. Not only did that tell me that she was on the telephone, but also I realised by the conversation, that she was talking to my mother. Such phrases as "goodness me no, He is no trouble at all" and "well he is very good company for Alan" confirmed my suspicions, I smiled to myself, this was going to be easy after all. So quite nonchalantly I walked to the toilet. I was perhaps just a little longer in there than I would have wanted to be but, a boys gotta do what a boys gotta do, and I needed to do it. Even I noticed that being naked made me pay rather more attention to the wiping of my bottom than perhaps I would normally have done, and sure enough, a thorough job was made of the task. I was just about to flush the toilet when from outside, someone tried the handle. "I'm in here" I had said it before thinking, it was instinct, its what I always said at home if the handle was tried. "Oh, alright poppet." Of course, it was Mrs Richards. I waited a moment for her to go and carefully I withdrew the key from the lock and looked through the keyhole. Contrary to any rumours spread by butlers, there is very little to be seen through a keyhole, but I reckoned that she had probably gone into the kitchen. I flushed the toilet, unlocked the door and walked out, straight into Mrs Richards. As I said at the beginning of these memoirs, she was a good looking woman who had a smile that men would die for. Looking back on it, I am equally sure that there would have been millions of men who would willingly have traded places with me at that point, however at the time all I could do was to stand there and blush, staring at the floor in my nakedness. Her voice was soft and gentle. "Don't be shy, you have a wonderful body, be proud of it." She led me by the hand into the living room, sat on the couch and stood me, in front, facing her. My erection was inevitable. She looked into my eyes, smiled and took hold of that which was the cause of my embarrassment. Pulling me closer to her, she slid back the foreskin revealing the highly tender purple head. She leant forwards and put it in her mouth. As I felt her tongue caressing and titillating my member, my knees collapsed and I would have fallen to the floor had she not caught me. She chuckled at me saying that I was not quite ready for that game yet. She eased me onto her lap and started to fondle my excited little dick, her touch was soft and my legs parted. As she caressed me she was asking about what I had witnessed the previous evening and once again I found myself promising that I would for ever hold it a complete secret. Yet still I had no concept as to the consequences should I fail to do so. Taking my hand she led me back upstairs and into the bedroom. I was still naked and erect as she led me passed Alan and sat me onto the bed where she once again took my little member in hand and now started to masturbate me in front of her son .I just lay back and let her do so. "Maybe we will play again another day" she said, leaving me lying there as she went out, closing the door behind her. Alan didn't seem in the least surprised at what he had seen. I sat on the bed and looked at him. "Your mum, does she do that to you?" He nodded and started to tell me all about this special love that his mum and dad had for him. I was amazed, I desperately wanted to be part of this love, I listened to his story intently, absorbing every detail, trying to work out how I could join in. Eventually I plucked up my courage and asked him. "Do you think your mum and dad would love me in that special way?" Alan looked very reflective. "I could ask them" he said, "and they might say yes but I'd better ask them when you're not there." We agreed that he would ask them that evening. Never has a day dragged so slowly, worse still, in the evening, Alan never had the opportunity of speaking to his mother. I figured that he may say something to his father that night if he came in to "play". Well if that did happen I slept soundly through it. The following morning Mrs Richards came to our room with breakfast and said that I should have a bath. I did, expecting all the time for her to walk into the bathroom. She did not, when I returned to the bedroom, my school uniform was laid out on the bed, freshly laundered. I thought this a bad sign as I had by now become acclimatised to being naked, and putting anything on was, in my opinion, a step in the wrong direction. I went down stairs where I found Alan in the living room reading. "Come along now John, you had better read as well, just for the rest of the morning" Mrs Richards was having no malingerers in her house. We may not have been at school but that didn't mean we were not to be learning. She was rather more relaxed about what we were doing in the afternoon and for a while we listened to the radio, something of a treat in those days. I started to learn my recorder and Alan accompanied me on the piano. All day I felt a little over dressed in my uniform, Alan was wearing shorts and an open neck skirt, I even had my tie on, but that was what had been put out for me to wear, so wear it I did. At 6 o'clock in the evening, Mr Richards returned home. He went upstairs and changed out of his city clothes and at 6:30, we ate our evening meal. Supper finished, we all sat down and listened to the news on the radio, after which there was a short discussion on the main points. Mr Richards was seated in his chair, Mrs Richards in hers, and we two boys were on the couch. Mrs Richards beckoned me to go to her. Standing me up in front of her she looked me up and down, and straightened my tie, then she turned me round to face her Husband. "George, don't you think John looks smart in his uniform" Mr Richards put down the book he had just started to read and looked at me. "Yes Sally, indeed he does, though he does look a little uncomfortable." Mrs Richards Agreed with her husband and added that there was no need for me to be wearing my shoes indoors. Asking me to put my feet one at a time on her lap, she removed my shoes and socks. Again she turned me to her husband "Better?" she asked. As her husband was looking at me he smiled and pointed to my trousers. Mrs Richards pulled me back to her and, while I was still facing her husband, she undid my belt. I looked down at her graceful hands as she undid my trouser fly buttons one at a time and eased my trousers down a little at a time, finally letting them fall to the floor. My fresh white underpants gleamed and did little to hide the stiffness that had immediately grown within then. Mr Richards rubbed his hands approvingly "Very sweet that is,,,,, very sweet indeed, now lets see those wonderful little underpants come off next" He was literally drooling as his wife slowly pulled my underpants down, allowing my hard little penis to spring free, a sight made even more erotic to the audience by it being partially hidden by my shirt tails. As she lifted my pullover up and over my head, my shirt raised giving Mr Richards his first real view of my little pink erection. His approval was obvious by the massive bulge in his trousers, Mrs Richards, now standing behind me. took off my tie and, almost teasingly, undid my shirt. She was delighted to find that I was not wearing a vest and so let me stand there for a few moments as she came round the front to admire me wearing nothing but my loose hanging shirt. As she repositioned herself behind me I felt her undo the cuff buttons then holding the shirt by its collar slipping it off my shoulders so that too fell soundlessly to the floor. Casually she passed it to Alan, who I had observed had been rubbing himself franticly throughout the performance. He took it enthusiastically and pushed it inside his own shorts and pants, so it was against his dick, he then resumed his rubbing only with greater vigour. Once again I was naked, once again Mrs Richards had undressed me in front of her son, though this time it was her husband who was the main appreciative audience, and this time I enjoyed the experience immensely. As I stood there nude, erect and happy, Mr Richards said to his wife. "Nobody can undress a boy like you can Sally. Nobody at all." He beckoned me to him and I sat on his lap. Within seconds of his getting me comfortable he was working on my erection. His fingers stroking, rubbing and caressing. Then, pulling my foreskin back, he started moving his thumb over the sensitive organ he had revealed. It was a marvellous sensation and I threw my head back into his chest never wanting him to stop. His wife called Alan over and as wrapped up as I was in my own enjoyment I watched as she started to undo his trousers, and pull them along with his underpants down. Alan was now only wearing his undone shirt as Mrs Richards started to work on his erect muscle. Mr Richards started to use his own precum to lubricate me and although I was vaguely aware that Mrs Richards was attending to Alan's desires now, my main attention was focused on the delights I was being treated to. Alan's father had stood me on his lap and leant me against his chest, my penis, now at face level disappeared into his mouth. I felt his tongue flashing round me, the sensation heightened by the way he had left my foreskin drawn back. Suddenly, I felt I had to pee. I knew I must not but the necessity became stronger and stronger. I tried to hold back and fight it, but this man's tongue was still working on my little piss slit and his hands holding my buttocks stopped any retreat, I could feel my erection swelling . My knees buckled, my back arched and I went into spasm. Whimpering, I shook uncontrollably. I felt so hot. My arms collapsed as my legs had done and I went totally limp, falling into Mr Richards lap, a spent force. As he carried me, an exhausted limp excuse for a boy, upstairs to his bedroom, he kissed me on the top of my head. He lay me on the bed and kissed my now tiny flaccid dick then, rolling me over on to my tummy, he picked up a jar and started to work Vaseline into my little boy pussy. He undressed and for the first time I was given a clear view of his six inches. Again he started working the lubricant into my small hole, widening it with his fingers. Alan and his mother came into the room, Alan now naked and being stroked sat on his mothers lap on the bedside chair. "Is he ready yet?" asked Mrs Richards. Her husbands smile was answer enough. Rolling me onto my back, he grabbed both my ankles and pulled me like a rag doll towards him. He placed my feet on his broad shoulders, and once again started to work his Vaselined fingers into my butt hole, first one, then two. I thought he was trying for three when I realised I could see both his hands, one on each knee. As his helmet tried to enter my hole, I let out a slight yell of pain. He pushed in a little harder and I felt the first moment of penetration. I yelped again. The more I yelped the further he pushed until he had worked his shaft completely in. The full six inches of Alan's father's love was inside my tummy and I felt overjoyed. The pain had been a temporary drawback and I was so happy that my yelps had been ignored. I heard Alan's voice encouraging his father to `pump' me and heard myself say "Oh yes please, give me special love." I could feel this massive piece inside me being slowly pulled back, then pressed home again and again and again. The motion became a smooth rhythm, in out, in out. My eyes closed in delight, it was the most magnificent sensation I had ever enjoyed. I wanted it to last and last. Then as the movements became harder and faster I opened my eyes and met Mr Richards looking into mine. The action had become much more forceful now and hurt a little, just enough to make me whimper in time with his thrusting. As the pounding reached full power, my eyes and mouth opened. I lost the ability to focus and small gasps were coming from my mouth. I could feel his balls slamming into me with every stroke and his eyes seemed to glaze over. Faster and faster, harder and harder. I was becoming very sore and tears fell freely from my eyes, I was almost squealing, experiencing a pain that I wanted never to stop. My small hands clenching the bed clothes as I felt the hardest and most forceful thrust, positively rammed into me, pushed as far in is it could possibly go and held there. Suddenly there was a groan from my lover and I felt a really hot sensation spreading within me. The muscle rammed once more to its hilt and even more love flowed from it. He was pulling my body on to his with all his might and with a third and final almighty thrust, the last of his nectar ran in to fill my soul. He stayed in that position for quite some time and I could feel his member slowly losing its size and becoming flaccid inside me. He was breathing very deeply when Alan got onto the bed from his mothers lap, and clambering over me lengthways started to lick my dick. His was still erect from his mothers attentions and as he licked mine, his little stiffy was a fraction of an inch from my mouth, instinctively, I opened my mouth and started to suck as if he were breast feeding me. His father started to withdraw and Alan immediately proceeded to lick his fathers emerging love muscle clean. After a final cleaning suck on his fathers now much smaller piece, he resumed licking mine and working his way to my much enlarged glory hole, he started licking, sucking and drinking every last drop of his fathers' juice, he could reach. When Mr Richards picked me up still as limp as that rag doll, Alan made a slight moaning noise and put his thumb in his mouth. His mother took him by his other hand and led him into his bedroom. Mr Richards had already placed me on Alan's bed, and Alan clambered up next to me. Finally we manoeuvred into a sixty nine position, and quietly we suckled each other to sleep I had been about midnight when my introduction to boylove had finished and we were left to go to sleep. The session had lasted nearly 4 hours and although I had only climaxed once, it had left me extremely tired, so I didn't wake till about 9 am. I was still lying naked on Alan's bed with my feet on his pillow when I did wake, and turning over I saw that Alan must have already got dressed and gone downstairs. I stood up and immediately collapsed to the floor. My head was spinning and my eyes were having difficulty focusing. It took all my effort to stagger to the toilet, and having done so, I found that I was so sore that it was a Herculean struggle to have a shit. It was the first time that day I whimpered. It was however not to be the last. After a while I had managed to clean myself up and my head seemed to have sorted itself out. I was of course naked still, as the few clothes I had with me were down stairs, in the living room where Mrs Richards had left them. I was now feeling quite happy about my nakedness and walked downstairs and into the living room. Mrs Richards was on the phone to my mother again, and Alan was at a table with an exercise book, doing some Arithmetic. "I think you had better put some clothes on John. Your mother is on her way round with some more clothes" I did as instructed and for yet another day I found myself in school uniform. This time however I wore no tie and my shirt was open necked. I had to wear my pullover as my shirt was still rather creased from Alan's using it as an aid to his masturbating. Also it has to be admitted at this point that both our colds had gone, and we may have been expected to go back to school but Mrs Richards had said that as long as we did some work at home, we may as well stay off for the rest of the week. This pleased us both greatly. My mother arrived with a basket with some clothes in. I resisted the temptation to see what she had brought round, but was desperately hoping they would be nice ones and things that Mrs Richards would like undressing me from. She had already told my mother that I had been wearing some of Alan's things where necessary, and that there was no real urgency for anything. As my mother left telling me to be a good boy and not to get in the way, it was obvious to all, myself included, that there was only the barest minimum of affection for me and that all in all, I was more of a hindrance to her enjoyment, rather than a member of the family and her son at that. She hadn't even kissed me when she left even though I put myself in a position where she could do so easily. This had hurt me quite deeply, leaving me confused and downhearted. I couldn't understand why there was so much love in this house, and so little in mine. The fact that after my mother had gone, I went into a corner and started to read, was not missed by Mrs Richards, and she went about her housework wondering how best to cheer me up. Alan came over to me and sat down. "What clothes has your mum brought?" He was genuinely interested, which surprised me a bit. When I asked him why he was interested he told me that he often wanked using his clothes while pretending they were somebody else's. "Usually I pretend they're yours" he confided. "I've been doing that for as long as I have known you. It was really great to get your shirt last night, I've wanted that for ages. Can I have it again tonight?" Although it seemed a slightly strange request to me, I agreed readily, hoping to watch what use he would put it to. We walked into the kitchen and over to the small pile of my clothes there. My mother had emptied the basket as she would need it for shopping. Mrs Richards looked over. "I wondered how long it would be before you two came in to see what was there, I tell you John, young Alan here has quite a thing about other boys clothes." We examined the pile, one pullover, grey v-neck. Two white cotton shirts, freshly ironed and neatly folded. One pair of trousers, 3 pairs of socks and two pairs of white underpants. Alan held out one of the pairs of underpants, the trousers, a white shirt, and the pullover. "Would you do me a favour and put these on please?" I took them from him, mentally agreeing with his choice and went upstairs and changed into them. When I came back down he looked at me, smiled and rushed upstairs. Mrs Richards also liked the choice, but advised that maybe I would look better for her husband, if I wore a tie when he came home. I liked that idea. I wanted to wear lots of things so that the process of undressing me would last as long as possible. Alan came in the room and I realised at once why he had dashed upstairs so fast, He wanted to change into my clothes before they got cold. "Are you wearing my underpants as well?" I asked. He said he was, and asked me if he could wear my socks as well. I took them off and handed them to him, he handed me his so we swapped. I was much happier dressed as I was now, I much preferred my white shirts to my grey ones, even though, I had to admit that the grey did seem to suit Alan well. My pale blue pullover also looked good on him and I wondered just how long we would be wearing these things. We stood before his mother, grinning up at her. She bent towards us and gave us each a big kiss. It was something I had desperately needed The phone rang. Alan was in the toilet and Mrs Richards was just putting our supper in the oven. At her request I answered it, putting on my very best voice. "Richmond 473824, how may I help you?" The voice at the other end of the line was one I recognised at once, it was my mother. "Oh hello Alan, you are such a nice polite boy. I wish John was more like you. Please is your mother there sweetheart?" Keeping my voice as before, I asked her to excuse me one moment whilst I fetched her. It was however not necessary for me to fetch her, she walked in at that very moment. I handed her the phone. As Mrs Richards listened she was looking most puzzled then after a moment said. "But no Mrs Matthews, that was John speaking." I didn't hear any more of the conversation after that, I left the room. My mother had never called me sweetheart or used any other term of endearment in my life, and she didn't even know my voice. I sat on the bottom stair not knowing what to do or how to feel, in one short day my mother had totally destroyed me. Having never really known love, I had never missed it, but now, well now I had experienced real love not just the sex but real affection, real caring, Real love. As with all children, emotions be they anger sorrow joy or laughter are like fireworks. Its up with the rocket and down with the stick, and I was no different. I had been sitting in deepest despair for nearly ten seconds when Alan came out of the toilet with his willy hanging out of my trousers and the pockets pulled inside out. "Look John, an elephant." We giggled and I grabbed its `trunk'. Alan stood still while I made the trunk grow a little larger and sure enough it went quite stiff. I had just put it in my mouth when out of the living room came Alan's mother. "Oh not now John, not now, you are going to have plenty of time for that later. Your parents are going to Brighton tomorrow to see your aunt and wondered if you could stay here for a few more days. She will drop some more clothes round either this evening or before they go tomorrow. I have said yes and I think they will collect you from here Wednesday or Thursday. Hmmm that's a week today." I was naturally over the moon at such news, which made me forget completely how upset I had been just those few minutes ago. The long case clock in the hall had not yet finished striking six when the front door opened and Mr Richards stepped in, home from work. His wife kissed him and asked him to go in the living room before going up to change as she wanted to have a word with him and hear his opinion. Alan and I were sitting in the back room playing Chess. Chess is a quiet game and both Alan and I were trying to listen to the room next door. We felt sure that Alan's mother was getting `retrospective approval' for my extended stay. We did hear him say. "Of course he can, The lad can stay as long as he likes. He's a wonderful child." After that the voices lowered again to below a level where we could make anything out. That didn't matter, we had both heard the part we were interested in, and we smiled broadly at each other. We were still playing the same game when Alan's father went to go and get changed. He had not reached the bottom stair when the door knocker rattled. As he opened the door I heard my mothers voice. She handed him a case of clothes for me, and I heard my father saying what a "Good Sport" he was for looking after "the boy" I went to go and see my parents when I heard Mr Richards say. "But don't you want to go and see John say goodbye to him or something?" The reply stopped me dead in my tracks. "No I don't think so, not really" dad said. "But thank you anyway" mum added. With that they walked down the front path, got into the car and drove off. Mr Richards was dumbfounded, so was his wife, She had heard the response as well. Even Alan was left open mouthed with surprise. They opened the door to the room we were in and it was instantly obvious that we had all heard the conversation. I walked back to the chess board and without saying a word conceded the game, the way I had been shown, by gently knocking my king over. I turned and walked passed Alan's parents. There was no way I was going to cry in front of them. I walked up the stairs and into our bedroom, quietly closing the door behind me and, for the second time that day, I started to whimper. In every life a little sun must shine and a little rain must fall. For me I was having rather a lot of trouble finding the sunshine. I awoke early Friday morning having cried myself out. Several times the previous evening, Mr and Mrs Richards had put their heads round the door to make sure I was alright. Mrs Richards had tried to cuddle me and to consol me but nothing was going to lift my spirits. Eventually they felt that time was the only thing to soften the hurt I had received, and apart from checking on me from time to time, I was left for the melancholy to run its course. Now in the light of day, I was ready if not to face the world, at least the Richards family. As I dressed I wondered where Alan had slept that night, I knew there were two spare rooms but I had only seen the one we had obtained the bed from. Logic kicked in and all for myself I worked out where Alan was. It was just gone 7 o'clock and I heard Alan's father leave for work. I was still dressed from the day before as I quietly opened the second spare bedroom door. Indeed Alan was in there, it was a large room with an enormous double bed in it. Alan woke at the sound of the door and sat up. "Are you alright John? I heard you crying last night. What are you going to do? Your mum and dad are horrid." I sat on the side of the bed. And heard myself telling Alan all about the phone call where mum called him `Sweetheart' and didn't even know her own sons voice. I told him of other incidents, all spelling out the same old message from my parents to me, and the more I told, the more I started to comprehend my own situation, yet the crying didn't start. I was done with crying. It was then that I witnessed (though only realising and understanding it many years later) that not only was Alan deeply and inextricably in love with me, but also that, unusually for one so young, He actually cared as much for my feelings, as he did for his own. The whimpering I could hear now was coming from Alan, I was the one hurting but as I was cried out, Alan had taken on that onerous task, as indeed I think he had done when hearing me cry the previous night. I held his hand, unsure what to do or say. Alan recovered and composed himself. He lifted the bed clothes. "Do you want to get into bed here, or shall we go in to mum." I decided to do what I had seen his father do to him. I gently pulled down the bed clothes and looked at him lying there in a long nightshirt. I pulled it up revealing his cute little tool that was fast becoming erect. I put my mouth to it and started to work it with my tongue. Remembering what Alan's father had done to me, I pulled back his foreskin and started flashing my tongue round and round this the most sensitive part of his body, sometimes twiddling my tongue into his little piss hole. His three inches felt great in my mouth and sucking it hard like I was milking it was easy, Alan was gasping, his arms thrashing about, his legs so wide open I couldn't resist putting my hand to his but hole and sticking a finger in. The effect was electric, his back arched and he threw his pelvis forwards. I was still slurping away now having not only his dick but his balls as well in my mouth. I gave my finger, still up his arse, a small twitch, Alan went straight into spasm, shaking violently throwing his head back and going rigid. He collapsed in a satisfied heap on the bed. I sat him up and pulled off his night shirt. Swinging his legs round, I put him in the same position I had been in, with his feet on my shoulders. I did as his father had done to me, I used my fingers to relax and enlarge his ring. I did go to three fingers, and amazingly, having done that, I was able to enter his body. Only boasting three inches myself meant that this would likely be a quick affair, also I found that as my helmet still had the tenderness of boyhood, the pain soon killed my erection and I inevitably fell out of his boy pussy. I pulled up my underpants and did up my trousers. The applause from behind me made me jump out of my skin. I had not heard Alan's mother walk in. I spun round in shock. "Well done John, nice try. I do think however that you will have to wait for a few years before you can do all the things you want" She was grinning from ear to ear and trying not to laugh at the performance she had just witnessed. The only thing I could do was to grin along with her. Alan it seemed had been aware of his mothers presence pretty much from the time she had come into the room. Yet again I found the burning desire to have some small piece of this lifestyle. To grasp the openness found within their co-existence of mother, father and son. Of course I was in my tender years then and the way these desires actually manifested themselves to me as a youngster was the thought... "Wow, I wish I was like that". The Attitude of my parents had rather overshadowed the glaringly obvious fact that my stay here had been extended, I had forgotten that I was in for a marvellous week end with all sorts to look forwards to. I had no idea what fun and games awaited me but I became more and more certain that it would be a weekend to be remembered as the day wore on. I was getting used to the routine now and as usual, the clock was still chiming the hour of six when Mr Richards walked in. He went straight up stairs to get changed into some more comfortable clothes, and came back down looking a relaxed and happy man. All the normal pleasantries were exchanged with Alan and me telling him what we had done with the day. Supper was Fish and Chips, a meal that was a regular Friday event in that household. We helped with the clearing up after the meal and then all went into the living room taking our standard positions, Mr Richards on his chair, his wife on hers and we, the two boys, on the couch. Mr Richards looked at me. "Well young soldier, you seem rather happier this evening, come and sit on my lap. I need a boy-cuddle." I didn't need asking twice, I was on his lap in no time and after a little wriggle, became comfortable. My head was resting on his right shoulder and his right hand was gently stroking my right nipple through my shirt and pullover. His left hand was playing around my chin as he started to kiss the top of my head. I loved it. He nodded to Alan and pointed to my shoes. Alan understood immediately and came over. He undid my shoes and put them by the side of the chair. Mr Richards smiled. "I think we will let Alan undress you while you lie on my lap. What do you think eh?" Dutifully, Alan removed my socks and put them in my shoes. As he undid my belt and trousers, I felt the stiffness go to my little boy muscle and sure enough, as Alan pulled off my trousers, my briefs did nothing to hide my pleasure, Mr Richards hand slid straight inside my underpants and by the time Alan pulled them down, Mr Richards was working me to a rock hard state. I sat up for a moment and let Alan take my pullover off. He undid my shirt and that too was removed leaving me naked once more, in front of the family. Alan went to his mother who proceeded to undress him. This time she undressed him in the same manner she had used on me only this time it was done for my benefit. It was yet another erotic experience that I had encountered. Watching a boys' mother strip him whilst his father masturbated me turned me on like crazy and in a flash I was in the position with my penis straight in front of Mr Richards mouth, and again, the foreskin was eased back and the oral sex started. I had not realised yet that the desire to pee was the onset of a prepubescent climax, so when that feeling came to me on this occasion, I was still fighting it as hard as I could. This made me wriggle and writhe like a demonic eel the more I resisted the more I twisted and turn and the firmer the grip Alan's father kept on to me and with my balls and dick in his mouth, his tongue flashing over the sensitive tip. Something had to go. This time I let out quite a yelp as again my knees buckled and my legs collapsed. I was of course caught expertly but on this occasion I was lowered onto the living room table. Alan's mother had put cushions on it knowing what was in store. I was to become a suckling pig spit roast. As Mr Richards worked Vaseline into my now relaxed butt hole, Alan took position by my head. Seizing the opportunity, I stretched out, put my head back and took his boyhood into my mouth. My legs were again placed so that my feet rested on his fathers shoulders. Once more I felt Vaseline covered fingers widening my glory hole, then that wonderful moment of anal penetration with Mr Richards dick. The harder he pummelled my little bottom, the harder I sucked his son. Mrs Richards, unable to be a passive audience any longer had taken my little limp tool and was desperately trying to suck some life into it. I was being torn apart by the three of them and I loved every second of it. Alan was the first to climax, as he started to shake his mother left me and went to her sons' assistance, catching him as his legs caved in. Resting him on the floor, she came back to me and started to kiss and stroke my head. As she was kissing and licking my face, her husband started to go into the longer harder pumping motions. That strange pain had returned. I was squealing again as my boy hole was receiving such severe treatment. It hurt but I enjoyed the pain. Tears ran over my cheeks as my body shook with the force of the intercourse. I was as limp as any rag when I heard the gasp from Alan's father, his final thrust rammed so deep into me that I thought I could feel it in my chest. Then the exhalation as the juices of love flooded out into my warm and welcoming small body. This time as he withdrew, Alan was not there to lick clean any spillage, so my shirt was pressed into service by his wife, who used it to clean up her husband and then my boy hole. Mr Richards, picking up his sons shirt, retired to his chair and continued to clean himself up. He looked at the shirt again and saw that his son had been wearing one of mine, but that was of no matter. His wife, was using the other shirt that I had been wearing to clean me and her son. She needed a certain amount of attention herself, as she had been leaking lady love juice in no small way, so my shirt ended up with an interesting cocktail of sexual fluids on it. The four of us just stayed there for quite a while recovering, but this was just the start of the weekend. There was much more to follow. As Mr Richards dressed, he started a conversation with his wife that I thought spelled the end of the fun and games weekend. " I have invited Charlie and Rose over tomorrow evening, along with Derek and May, for a few drinks, do you think we should ask Bob and Ann too ?" Mrs Richards looked horrified. "Oh thank you dear, that gives me very little time to prepare, still if we are going to have a party, yes better ask Bob, oh and Jack too." She looked at me, still on the table limp as any rag. "I am going to need your help tomorrow, and yours Alan." Alan though still naked had made it to the couch and was just putting on my pullover. "Ok mummy." I was most disappointed with all these arrangements, they pretty much wrote off the Saturday. "What about all the kids?" Mrs Richards asked " Will you be suggesting that all the children come as well?" "Certainly my dear, I think that is rather the object of the exercise. I think it will be a good, fun party." I had started to get up from the table but was rather unsteady on my feet. I could feel something running down my leg and looked down. It was some more of Mr Richards cum leaking from my stretched anal gland. Mrs Richards picked up my shirt, too soiled already, she tossed it away and picked up my other shirt. That too was too heavily used, so it was thrown over with the first one. She took my pullover off Alan and used that to wipe me over. The soft wool gently wiping my testicles was enough and as worn out as I was, another erection greeted the Richards family. Alan came and helped me to the couch where his mouth attended to my now very sore cock. It was that soreness that made me have second thoughts. I reckoned that a party might be a better idea after all, then throwing my head back, I climaxed again. Saturday morning, I was woken up by Alan, in his night shirt, saying. "Its Saturday, lets both go in to mum and dad. Normally, its just me." And so we did, Alan just walked in, and stood next to the bed in his night shirt, I stood next to him naked. As I watched them I realised that they were having sex. Alan got into bed one side of them and I the other just as the bed clothes fell on to the floor. I had never seen a naked woman before, let alone in the process of sexual intercourse. I was intrigued but not that impressed. Her husband however impressed me greatly. When he was in full swing I wanted to see very closely what was happening so I wriggled down the bed for a better view. Alan was already there. With a satisfied sigh, his father came, and assisted by Alan, rolled off his wife. I dived for the diminishing dick getting as much of it in my mouth as possible, licking and slurping at it madly. Alan had gone straight for his mothers' virgina, sucking and licking as much of his fathers juice as he could get. As far as our own satisfaction went, well, we were going to have to deal with that later on in the fullness of time. Throughout the day Alan and I helped with the party preparations. Mr Richards doing the important work like ensuring that the Whiskey decanter was full and that the Off licence would deliver beer and, for us kids, soft drinks. This left Mrs Richards clear to attend to the more trivial tasks, such as the food, the cleaning, the shopping, preparing lunch and washing up the dirty crockery, plus the days normal responsibilities. She also paid special attention to my appearance. Although all my shirts and trousers were washed and ironed, some new ones were purchased. My pullover, was replaced with a brand new one in a pale yellow. I liked it immediately, it was so soft. I was even treated to a new tie. "We have to make you look especially nice and neat and tidy for tonight, there are some very special friends coming round, so you must look your jolly best." Alan's mum told me. With the guests due to start arriving at six o'clock it was decided that we would all have baths, and the way it was organised, I was the last. I had hoped that I would not be alone and that I would enjoy some small amount of naughties as I had come to think of them, but no, everyone was too busy so I washed myself and after drying, went to the bedroom to put on all the new clothes that had now been laid out for me. My shoes had been polished, and there were new socks that gleamed white. Even my underpants were new and almost shone with their whiteness. My new trousers were a pale stone colour, with a fine crease down each leg. The new white shirt was crisp, and the pullover was as I said extremely soft, it even felt `pale yellow' and with my new tie that matched the colour of my trousers, my outfit was complete. The only original clothes I was wearing were my shoes and my belt. It was a quarter to six when I walked downstairs and presented myself to the family. I looked a picture and I knew it. There was an instant growing bulge in both Mr Richards, and Alans' trousers, It was while I looked at Alans small bulge, I noticed something else, He was dressed identically to me. Closer inspection also revealed to me that his clothes were all new too. Whilst I had no idea what was to happen I started to think that something was and a bulge grew in my trousers like the other two had. Alan and I looked almost like twins except that although we both had fair hair, his was rather fairer, and that he stood two inches taller than I. Our eyes were steely clear blue and our bodies thin, and we had taken to kissing each other when we thought nobody was looking. We two boys stood in the living room almost frightened to move lest we spoiled our appearance. Mrs Richards had a hair brush with her, and she quietly brushed our hair. On the sideboard there was a camera, and Mr Richards took a photograph of Alan and I side by side, then one with Mrs Richards by us and finally she took one with Mr Richards by us. That's when the doorbell rang. Jack and his wife Olive were the first to arrive, he looked a kind man and both he and his wife smiled warmly to me. "Hello George, Hello Sally how are you both, ahh and there's young Alan, how are you?" His geniality was totally genuine and Mr Richards replied in kind, ending.. "And this is John, our new young friend." I shook his hand in a very grown up way as he said "I will look forwards to seeing a lot more of you then." His wife Olive giggled a bit at that, then I was introduced to her, and her three children. Deirdre or Deedee as she was better known was about thirteen years old and very pretty and the boys were David and Daniel at eleven and nine respectively. Alan knew them well and they were all close friends. Next came Charlie and Rose, their children were Peter at fifteen, Anna at fourteen, Mark at eleven and Ruth at ten. I was presented to them all as the newest of good friends. Bob and Ann arrived with Richard twelve and Robin ten. lastly at about ten past six In came Derek and May with their four children Graham and Keith who were twelve year old twins, Susie at ten and the youngest present Simon at a mere eight years old. Mr Richards beckoned me over to him, stood me in front of himself so I was facing the room full of people and called for silence. " I am not going to make a long speech as you all know why you are here. It is to welcome our new young friend John to our rather special club. It's a pity that we couldn't have everybody here but I think ten adults and fifteen children is enough for one meeting, we don't want to overwhelm the young fellow now do we?" there was a friendly muttering of agreement. " Well as you each now have a drink, I ask you to raise your glasses to John." I went bright pink as everybody smiled at me, lifted their glasses and said "To John." I smiled through my blushes and just about managed to say "thank you" My job at this party was to pass round the little nibble things, and to make Mr or Mrs Richards aware of any empty glasses, so they could be filled, Alan was in charge of checking that the kiddies always had a soft drink, and supplying if they had not. As I was circulating I was hearing snippets of conversations all seeming to be referring to me but I could not work out what was meant. I heard such things as "will you open him up tonight?" and "will he do tonight or will he be done?" and lastly the one that really puzzled me "Is he ready for the game or will you have to go for another evening?" What ever was happening I was the centre of attention, and even though I was a little confused I was enjoying it thoroughly. By this time the people had spread out a bit and some people were in the hallway. Mrs Richards came to me and asked me to give her a help with some chairs in the living room, I thought that we were putting them all up one end of the room to give more space to those standing up, but oddly, we were bringing in more chairs from the dining room and from the kitchen. She had a final count. There were twenty three chairs all at one end of the room. I was asked to get one more chair from upstairs, which I did, and as instructed I placed it at the other end of the room, facing the rest. All this carrying round had slightly dishevelled me and I was advised to go and get the hair brush, which was also upstairs. Coming down stairs I saw all but two had gone into the living room and had sat down. the two had been to the toilet and were heading for the living room, it was Deedee and David. That's when I heard Deedee whisper to David "Hurry up, they're going to undress John for us now." I thought I had to be mistaken, I must have misheard, but as I walked into the living room I froze. There was the audience of twenty three people, all looking at me standing in the doorway, and on the seat facing them sat Mrs Richards. "Come here treasure" she said. I walked very slowly and shakily towards her, my blushes so bright red that the mutterings of "oh how sweet" were clearly audible. She took the brush from me and groomed my hair, standing up she faced me to my audience, they were all licking their lips and wide eyed looking at me. As she finished grooming me she sat down. "Put your foot on my lap honey." She said. I turned and did as instructed. She removed my shoe and called Alan to her. He came and collected my shoe. Returning to where he had been sitting, he held my shoe like a trophy. Then she took my sock off. She selected David to be the proud winner of this item, he came to take it but whilst my bare foot was on Mrs Richards lap, he gave it a quick lick and a kiss. Mrs Richards asked for the other foot and I obliged. As that shoe came off it was awarded to Simon. He almost ran over to collect his prize and grinned at me from ear to ear. My other sock was slowly peeled from my foot and Keith was given the pleasure of coming to give my foot that quick lick and a kiss. Barefoot I was once again turned to face my admirers. I had not thought it possible but I was blushing even more than ever and quivering too, and the more I blushed and quivered the more everybody licked their lips. I didn't know whether to look down at the two hands undoing my belt or to look ahead to all the intent faces, I chose to watch the faces as I felt my belt being pulled away from my trousers. There was a gentle "Ahh" from the crowd, as if they had just seen a pretty firework and Mrs Richards once again looked round to see to whom the belt was to be donated. After Mark collected my belt as his prize, I felt those hands undoing the waist band of my trousers. I looked at Alan in that group of voyeurs and saw that he was the only one looking at my face. He winked. At that moment I realised that this was great, it was wonderful, I had never felt so turned on in my life. My bright red complexion remained but now it was in excited expectation and not embarrassment and the quivering actually increased. Now there was a smile on my face that was so contagious everybody started wearing it, and my eyes had turned to fiery sapphires. My erection was the hardest I had felt to date and was getting even harder as I felt my fly buttons being undone. It seemed to take an age for my trousers to fall to the floor inch by inch revealing my quivering thighs, down to my knees and at last round my ankles. My feet were lifted, one at a time, out of the redundant item and they were awarded to Graham, who came over and picked them up and while doing so licked my inner thighs before kissing them. Now as I had done before I stood waiting for my underpants to go. Many hands were being rubbed as indeed were so were many penises. Mrs Richards soft hands took the outer edge of my swollen underpants and oh so very slowly slid them down, The spring that my freed boyhood made when released even took me by surprise, and the oooohhh of my viewers was rewarding its rigidity. I could hear mutters of "yes please" while Mrs Richards selected the new owner of my underpants. Richard was delighted to be the chosen one and he came forward and while clutching his winnings, started licking my balls and dick. He pulled the foreskin back and kissed the purple head. There were groans from the spectators as two of them came in their pants. Now my much admired pullover was the quarry, and as I lifted my arms over my head to ease removal the improved view of my rock hard equipment was enough to force another groan as another player fell by the wayside. Coming in pants was the losing move in this game and I would soon find out what the penalty of disqualifying would be. My pullover was given to Peter, who after pushing it into his underpants, kissed me full on the mouth sliding his tongue in and knotting it with mine, as he did this he massaged my balls. Walking back to his seat, he stopped for a moment, said "ahhhhhh" followed by "Oh Dammit". He pulled my pullover from his pants and semen dripped freely from it The removal of my tie did not produce a big reaction, but it was awarded to Robin who took it, kissed my testicals, and went over to Peter. Moments later he was sucking Peters cum off my pullover. Finally it was time for my shirt. First the cuff buttons then the buttons down the front were undone. I was stood shirt undone displaying my erected boy muscle to the gathered boy lovers. A big cheer went up and considerable applause is it was slid to my shoulders then off one and finally off the other and it too landed on the floor. I stood there totally naked before a most appreciative audience. Graham was given my shirt and he too pushed it inside his underpants, a popular move by all accounts. I moved halfway between the group and Mrs Richards and displayed myself to the still clapping assembly. As silence fell the results of the game had to be established, I asked what the winner got and was told that the winner would have the honour of `bringing me off' then the important question, the one that selected the winner. Which adult male had not come in his pants during the display? Only two hands went up, they were Charlies' and Bobs'. There was some friendly banter from the pair of them trying to out bid each other for the prize when I put my hand up to ask a question. All fell silent and I felt a bit like Oliver Twist only instead of asking for more I asked "Please sir, may I be a Suckling pig spit roast?" The suggestion was well received the only reservations were that A. Some of the kids had never seen that before and it may be too heavy for them and B. I had never given a grown man a full blow job before. The solution was announced there and then. All the kids and I needed to have further sex education immediately. In came the living room table and the cushions, Bob and Charlie stripped off in front of the rest, kids included and I was given the choice as to whom I would suck and who would have anal intercourse with me. Bob was a little smaller, about 6" but was un-cut, I preferred the idea of un-cut in my mouth. Charlie boasted 7 ½ inches and was quite big round, I knew this would hurt but so what. The pair of them set about lubricating me. I was lying on my back with my legs in the air and the whole experience was taking on a kind of surreal feeling. "Game little Bugger isn't he" said Charlie while he was wiping the last of the lube in the entry to my boyhole. He looked at me. "You sure you want to go through with this?" he asked. I braced myself and nodded. Mr Richards came up to them. "Please be very gentle with him, he is still quite new at all this" The two men nodded and took position. "Ass man in first I think." Said Bob Charlie started to ease me open. He was good with his fingers I have to admit and very soon my eyes were rolling with his three fingers inside me. That was when he put his dick up to my boy pussy and thrust hard. The pain was phenomenal and I screamed. I took in a deep breath so as to yell again but as I opened my mouth to do so Bob slid his weapon in it. That silenced me. The pain only eased very slightly as the two men started to work my body. Bob now had hold of my ankles pulling them back over my head. As Charlie was pounding my ass Bob did the same to my throat. He was also working my legs back and forth, an action that was forcing my lungs to inhale and exhale through my nose. Sadly it also forced rather a lot of mucus out, so I was not a pretty sight. I was unable to make any noise at all the gagging effect was perfect, but the inability to breath properly was panicking me I was crying. The pain was immense, I could not control my breathing and just as I thought I was about to pass out, Charlie pulled out, put his hand to his dick and with a couple of quick strokes, his cum started to spray all over me. The first jet hit me in the face with the rest going over my rather limp body. This seemed to act as a signal to Bob who also withdrew, his cum going all over my face and hair. The other men then joined in and although they had had minor orgasms in their pants they to were able to bring up some more which was sprayed over me. To say I was a mess would be an understatement but the solution to this was forthcoming from ten year old Ruth. "Can we bath him?" she asked. It was agreed and thought to be a hot idea so a bath was run for me while I recovered. The mothers decided who would actually bath me, it was to be the four girls. Anna, Deedee Ruth and Susie. Now I had recovered somewhat, the girls helped me to my feet and took me by the hand up to the bathroom. Being bathed by young girls was quite fun, though I rather wished it was the boys doing it. The young lasses paid great attention to my dick and boyhole after washing my hair and by the time they let me get out of the bath I must have been the cleanest boy in the world. Suddenly as they towelled me down I became self conscious again, and the idea going downstairs naked to all those people sexually aroused me. Sitting in the bath, my erection didn't really show much, but standing there, it showed to the girls in its full glory and they approved. Now dried the girls walked me back downstairs to the main gathering and I immediately started to enjoy the sensation again. Charlie and Bob came over to me and were profuse with apologies for hurting me, they knew they had gone far to far with me and the remorse was both obvious and genuine. I was grinning like a Cheshire cat and accepted their apologies without reserve, well my bum was feeling better from the bath and it made me feel so grown up. Alan came to me and gave me a shameless mouth to mouth kiss and stood back then David came and did the same thing, then Daniel and Peter until all the boys were standing in front of me. Everybody else sat back down to watch, the problem was however I had no idea what was going on or what was expected of me. Mrs Richards came over and whispered in my ear. "Its your turn now, you can do what ever you want with any of the boys, and after that the girls. You can even use the grown ups if you like." My poor little dick had been going up and down like a yoyo and this made it skyrocket. "Can I use boys and girls together?" I asked I was told I could, I could do anything with anybody. It took a while for the ideas to start to flow. First I decided to have a race to see which of the girls could undress a boy the fastest. Deedee had Peter and Anna had Richard. Ruth was given Simon, and Susie Robin. The winner was to be the first one who had a finger up a naked boys bum. Deedee won easily and was wanking Peter off when Anna finished her task with Richard and started sucking him off. Susie and Ruth finished more or less together so it was deemed that they had both lost, so Alan undressed the pair of them. The sight of the two little `Lolitas' standing there stiffened up the boys a little especially as Susie had been wearing such a pretty dress. I told Alan to put Susies' clothes on Robin and Ruths' clothes on Simon, They looked very cute and highly embarrassed I could see that Mr Richards was rubbing himself and looking at Robin in that pretty dress, I stood up and led Robin to the table that I had been fucked on. I laid him on it and pulled down Susies' frilly knickers to his ankles. Mr Richards could hardly believe his luck when I went to him, taking his hand I led him to Simon lying there and asked him to "Pump her err him." I knew he would be gentle. I passed Peter to Mrs Richards to `Drain off' any way she pleased. and looked at my handy work, it was shaping up nicely. I looked at Jack. "Do you want a boy or girl?" I asked. He expressed a preference for a boy and Mark if possible. I called Mark over and gave him to Jack saying "Undress him and give his clothes to Alan, then pump him. Alan, you take Marks clothes and change into them. Give me your clothes when you have done that." The twins Graham and Keith were still untouched by anyone so far so I gave them to Rose and Olive to play with. Ann said she would like a girl or two to play with so I gave her Anna and Deedee. May also wanted girls so she had the other two, Susie and Ruth. Alan handed me his clothes as he was now wearing Marks kit. I asked Derek if he wanted David or Daniel but He said that, given a choice, he would prefer Alan. I looked at Alan to see if he liked the idea and he was grinning away so that was settled. All clothes were being heaped in the corner of the room, adults and kids alike. All who were left now was David and Daniel so while David sucked me I undressed Daniel and when he was naked they swapped over and I undressed David. We went into a threesome I sucked Daniel while he sucked David whilst David sucked me. The groans and whines of people climaxing was unbelievable and when I looked up I saw that nobody but nobody had a stitch on, and everyone was doing somebody. "I like this game" I thought. That was the last thing I thought as that when I saw stars and my head span I needed to pee, I had to pee, I went into spasm and climaxed. Once again the limp rag that was me, John, had to be helped to his feet. It was to be my final duty of the evening to assist everybody to their clothes, giving, I was told, a small show of affection, to each person. I assisted the ladies first. This was not just a show of manners, it was also to get them over with. I had at least established for myself that I preferred men to women. Each was given a little lick and a kiss between their legs before helping to find their clothes. The girls were next, though that did owe as much to manners as to desire, I quite liked little girls and licked them enthusiastically. Then I turned my attention to the men, cleaning each of their now totally flaccid dicks with my tongue and getting the wonderful flavour of their semen before hunting for their clothes in the diminishing pile. Lastly the boys, I did them in order of seniority, Peter first, giving his almost adult equipment a thorough lick out, then going through the `ranks' ending with Simon, one of the few who could still manage an erection, even though he had climaxed albeit dry, three times. In fact I noticed that the younger the boy the more `fun' he could have and be had with. There was one set of clothes still left on the floor. Shiny black shoes with white socks in, stone coloured trousers, with lipstick on the crotch, white briefs which showed signs of having been chewed, and also had lipstick on them, a belt by the trousers with a tie next to them and slightly separated, a badly creased shirt and a just as badly creased pale yellow pullover, both almost dripping with a mixture of cum, saliva and lady-love juice. I think there was even some young boy pee from Daniel and Simon. I never back down from a challenge and didn't then. I dressed in the clothes even to the point of straightening my tie in the mirror to finalise the show. I was proud of the applause I received for that and beamed the widest smile of the day to them all as they left. As Mr Richards closed the front door on the last of the guests, we looked at the clock, It had just started to strike eleven. Mrs Richards looked at me. Fatigue was fast setting in so she walked me upstairs and stood me in the bath. Yet again that day I found myself being undressed. This time all the clothes were put straight into the dirty clothes basket and the bath was run. Never before or since have I had three baths in one day, on this occasion however I needed them all. As Mrs Richards bathed me she was astounded to see `Little Winkle' start to rise. I reckoned I could get used to this being bathed by people. I was almost yanked out of the bath, and dried off. I had expected to be taken and put straight to bed but no, I was taken back down stairs. Alan had gone to bed so I was alone with his parents. Mr Richards looked worried. "I can't believe those two men fucked you like that, it was one step away from rape. Come here my darling little warrior, I want to check you over." I went to him and as requested turned my back to him and touched my toes. He looked and muttered something about bastards. I stood up while he went to the medicine cabinet to collect some creams. He went to the couch and I lay across his lap. While Mrs Richards parted my buttocks he dabbed at my boy pussy with his handkerchief. He discarded it on the floor and started with another one. I could see some blood on it and started to worry. I couldn't help flinching a bit when the antiseptic cream was applied, and Mrs Richards while still holding my cheeks apart started kissing them to sooth me. Bugger! soothing me? It gave me my umpteenth erection of the day, and the application of further medication to my ring was doing nothing to lessen my ardour. "Oh you can't have another hard on, not after all you have had this evening" Mr Richards was staggered. I stood up and picked up the two slightly bloodied handkerchiefs. "Is this going to hurt when you go in my bum?" I asked. It was pointed out to me in no uncertain terms that nobody would be going up my "little heaven hole" for some days, and that blow jobs would have to suffice. Now I knew what a blow job was, I was not too upset. The pair of them led me to my bedroom where I found Alan fast asleep. It seemed to me that Sleep was a good idea, so although the temptation was to get into bed with him, I got in my own bed and was asleep within seconds. "Wake up you lazy sluts" Mr Richards seemed full of the joys of spring. I was awake very quickly, as was my way, Alan took a little longer to get firing on all cylinders. "Why Lazy?" Alan asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His dad laughed at this and started muttering about there being no argument about the `slut' part. I sat up, pulled down the bed clothes, swung my legs out of bed and stood up. I crashed to the floor at once. I had no inkling as to what had happened but I could not move or even say anything. I lay on the floor with my mouth gasping like a goldfish out of its bowl, I tried to move my arms, they hurt and hardly responded, my legs were shaking but had no power, they also hurt, I tried to say something but just croaked at Alans' father. "I think you require a little assistance my little warrior." He bent down and scooped me up, placing me on the bed. I tried to thank him and although the croak sounded better, it was still a croak. As he looked at the bed, there was an amount of blood from my boy passage, enough to concern him. He swung my legs out of bed and sat me up. My arms now having a little more feeling, were showing themselves to be so stiff, I winced as I started to stretch them. I guessed that stiffness was the answer to my legs as well so I started to swing them a bit. It was a good ten minutes before I could attempt to stand again, by which time Mr Richards had gone to his wife to seek advice about my bum. He had given me instructions to call him if I wanted to try to stand again, I croaked as loudly as I could but it hurt and was nowhere loud enough. I stood carefully and although still shaky my legs took the strain. I remembered the same collapsing routine after my first anal sex and reckoned it was something to do with that, but this was far more severe. I knew that I needed to have a crap, and I also knew that I was going to need a lot of help with that, so instead of trying to go straight to the toilet, I went to Alans' parents' room. Alan was already there, he had got fed up with watching me swinging my legs. Mr Richards was still very bitter at the level of force that had been used on me, and was saying so to both his wife and son, when I walked in. "Hello my little warrior, feeling a bit better now?" It was all I could do to make myself heard or understood with the roughness of my throat, but I managed to convey my toiletry requirements and that my bum was extremely sore. I freely admit that the cure for this problem more than made up for the inconvenience of it. I was laid on my tummy on the bed. Mrs Richards held my cheeks apart while her husband applied cold cream on my injured sphincter. Smoothing it and putting on several `coats'. Baby oil came next. This was massaged into my buttocks to lubricate the route. A little more was applied with Mr Richards easing it into my passage with his finger. There was no way whatsoever that I could hide my enjoyment. I was then carried to the toilet. I thought that was going to be it and that I would just have a crap but Oh no. Mrs Richards sat on the bathroom stool and I was bent over her lap. An enema pipe was inserted and slid a fair way in before a warm saline solution was fed into a funnel. I was in heaven, not only the strangest feelings I was having but it was all in front of an audience again. Yes, all three of them were in the bathroom with me. It was only a very short time before I was unable to hold on to the fluid so the enema was whipped out and I was sat on the loo. I smiled, this was great fun. The smile disappeared and my jaw dropped when the first rush came through, It felt like I was shitting boiling oil. I yelled and Mrs Richards took my face and cuddled it to her ample bosom. The second rush came as I instinctively contracted my stomach muscles, it was no less painful than the first and I wept into her cuddle. After that I had a little more control and was able to moderate the flow so to speak. This eased things a lot. When I said I was finished, rather than use toilet paper, I was placed face down on the floor and my backside was washed. Now clean and pretty much empty, I went to walk out, only to be stopped, pulled back and put across Mrs Richards lap again. My hole was given more cold cream and baby oil in the manner of the first time except it was Alan applying it under the direction of his mother. The enema was replaces and a lot more saline solution was poured into me. It seemed like bucket loads, until I shouted "I gotta go I gotta go." Out flashed the tube and I was swung round and put on the toilet only just in time. This time it was mainly fluid so didn't hurt at all. As I was evacuating my bowels, Mrs Richards said to Alan, "Alright, when he has finished wash him again, put the cream and oil on him and that should be that." I had no problem letting Alan administer the medication and in fact when it came to washing my over used little boyhole, he was if anything more gentle than his mother. It was obvious that he was having as much pleasure doing this as I was having receiving the attentions. We were both hard, I was plain to see and Alan made sure that I had frequent glimpses of his by letting his cute little nightshirt ride up as often as possible. Duties executed we went to our bedroom to get dressed. On those rare occasions that I wore clothes, when Alan was there, I would dress in as provocative a way as I could. The reverse of my being undressed by his mother or near enough, first the shirt, or today a t-shirt, then the socks and as late as possible my briefs and trousers. As I put on the briefs they were really uncomfortable, they felt as if they were full of gravel. I took them off again. At Alans suggestion I put my trousers on without my briefs but the course fabric chafed me so badly I took them off too, so, dressed only in a tee-shirt and socks, I went down stairs. Mr Richards took one look and burst out laughing. "I said you were a little slut" he beamed, I was grinning back and going hard again. Having been admired from most angles by the three family members, it was agreed that I was `Terminally Cute' however there was a larger problem. Mr Richards had decided to take us all out on a day trip, he reckoned I ought to have a treat to make up for the rough handling I had received. He had told his wife and Alan that we were going to go out to the sea side. My inability to wear trousers or underpants was causing a bit of a block to this and Alans disappointment was obvious. "I wish you were a little girl then you wouldn't wear any trousers" Alan bemoaned. The same thought occurred to all four of us at the same time and if the smile I had spread any wider, my head would have fallen in half. The phone call that followed was more erotic than any other I can remember, and only hearing one half of it seemed to amplify the sexiness. Mr Richards phoned Charlie, the cause of my discomfort, and the father of Ruth, a ten year old girl who was exactly my size. " Oh Hello Rose, George here, can I speak to Charlie please? Thank you.... Ah Charlie, we have a problem here and I think you will be able to help...... Yes it is about last night. Poor Johns arse is so sore he can't wear trousers or underpants and its been bleeding. Yes I bet you are, well there is something you can do about it to help. We are planning on going to the coast today, but John is standing here wearing only a t-shirt and his socks. Yes very cute, we all thought that, but not good for going out. As he can't wear trousers and he is the same size as Ruth, we wondered if..... Yes Ruth, we...... Yes that's right, that's what we need,.... Yes, bring a selection, I think he should have a choice. Bring Ruth we will have a fashion show. Good see you in about ten minutes then. Bye." Charlie was round in eight, with Ruth, and Rose, and Peter, Anna and Mark. They had all come round to see the "John in girlies clothes" show, and I didn't wish to disappoint my fan club. My initial show of just the t-shirt was well received. Ruth was in a sweet little pale blue number. I took my t-shirt off and watched while the dress was taken off Ruth, leaving her standing in just her knickers. I put the dress on. I gave a twirl while Ruth put on a yellow dress. I didn't like the blue so Ruth took her yellow dress off, It was better but was it me? I thought not. Last was a very attractive frilly pink dress. It was the best on offer so I said yes. Ruth, glad that her role as model was over, put her school uniform on. It was her Sunday best. White starched blouse, blue pullover, short grey skirt, and black shoes with white socks. I looked, we all looked and without a word being said we both undressed again. I felt much better in her uniform and looking at the various bulges in trousers, there was it seemed general agreement. Charlie was apologising again for the problems his rough treatment had caused. To prove the point Mr Richards bent me over Charlies lap lifted my skirt and gave him a guided tour of my red raw boy pussy. Everyone had a look and a feel. Charlie said he had fucked Mark only an hour or so before so Mark had his trousers and underpants pulled down so we could see his and that it wasn't supposed to be so sore. By now I was standing with my legs apart as Peter had his head up inside my skirt and had my boyhood in his mouth. "He's a bit of a slut, isn't he" Charlie said with a smile. After they went, Alan changed into his school uniform. Mark had left his pullover for him as it matched the one I was now wearing. Mrs Richards took me to her room and went to work on my hair, putting it in a more feminine style, held in place with grips and hair lacquer. I went back down stairs and stood next to Alan. We looked like brother and sister, the only problem I was having was the frequent `tent' effect that my excitement was causing. Getting me to the car without the neighbours seeing was really just a matter of not hanging about, the skirt being the only real giveaway. I carried the picnic basket as a cover and that pretty much dealt with that. Once in the car, off we went to the seaside. My name was Joan so small slip-ups in speech could be brushed over should such things occur. As it happened the day went without a hitch the nearest thin to a disaster was when I nearly went into the gents toilet instead of the ladies. I very soon became used to wearing the skirt and the fresh air breezing round my undercarriage was having very a beneficial effect. All in all it was a wonderful day. I enjoyed walking round the seaside town holding hands with Alan, and one or two people even remarked on what a sweet sight it made. We returned to the house and I slipped in quickly and without fuss. When the car had been unloaded and we had all sat down, I thanked Mr Richards for a lovely day. He suggested a nice kiss would be thanks enough, and came over to the couch and sat down. I didn't need telling twice and soon felt his tongue brushing against mine. "Better not mess these clothes up" he said undoing the waist band of my skirt and letting it fall. I sat on his lap facing him as he finished undressing me. Mrs Richards also came over and sat on the couch and was undressing her son. As Mr Richards discarded the last of my clothes onto the floor, I stood up on his lap and presented my once again erected dick to his mouth. I looked round to find Alan in the same position on his mothers lap. I liked receiving oral sex, it was my favourite way of having my dick used. I had also realised that the feeling that I needed to pee was the whole idea and the longer I fought that feeling the more pleasure it was when it finally won. I was fighting it now. The writhing had started. Two boys and two adults. We boys both wriggling and giggling, writhing and arching our backs each trying to outlast the other. I won but there was only a second or so in it. Now I sat on Mrs Richards lap as I watched her husband start to lubricate Alans' hole. He had been placed on the table and while his dad undressed, I took over the lubricating. Parting his legs I could hardly take me eyes off those cute little balls, still so small and in that pouch so soft. I had to have them in my mouth. Mr Richards waited patiently while Alan climaxed again with his dick in my mouth and my fingers in his boyhole. I backed off as his now naked father gave Alan what he had been craving. I was hard again and as I turned I saw Alans mother also completely naked. She lay down on the carpet and pulled me down to her. Getting me into position, she steered my little penis into her lovehole, and at the age of ten years and eight days, I experienced my first heterosexual intercourse. I was just a little worried in the morning as I washed myself, what would happen if I still couldn't stand wearing my underpants, no way would it be acceptable for me to go to school dressed as a little girlie, even though the idea have me the hots. I needn't have worried, I had a crap and that didn't hurt so I started to relax. As I put my briefs on, there was no discomfort at all, so uniform on, Alan and I went to breakfast and on to school. After the weekend I had just had, to say the day was dull was an understatement. The lessons were fine and I was attentive but the morning just dragged on and on. After lunch, things were no better and eventually the school bell went and we were allowed home. Making sure we could not be overheard, as we walked home I asked Alan if he had been in his mothers hole, he had and agreed that whilst is was ok, it wasn't as good as all the grownups seemed to make out. We decided that there was something that needed to be done. We needed to try a younger girlyhole. Alan chose Susie and I chose Ruth. Now all we needed to do was to arrange things with the grownups. We waited till Mr Richards was home before we mentioned what was on our mind, and we phrased the matter carefully. Alan and I wanted to do a floor show where Mrs Benson (Rose) would undress me, Mrs Franklin ( May ) would undress Alan. Then Charlie would undress Susie, and Derek would undress Ruth. Alan would fuck Susie and I would fuck Ruth. All this to happen if front of whoever was invited. We were a little surprised at the reaction to this. We had expected smiles all round, rather than the rather frosty and negative response received. Alans mother had said little, but his father lectured us about other peoples feelings and how it would be if he invited these people round and the girls didn't want to play that game. It was suggested that we go to our room and think long and hard about what had been said. Not the two happiest bunnies were to be found in Alans room. we were rather taken aback at this line of approach, and about half an hour later, we went back downstairs and apologised for our selfishness. Mr Richards had just come off the phone. He smiled and said that it was just our taking things for granted that was the issue, and that no more would be said. That's when the doorbell rang and people started to arrive. These were people who were obviously more of the Richards family's `Special friends'. The first couple had three boys, one at ten, and seven year old twins. Next to arrive was a family who was proud to boast seven children five boys ranging in age from fourteen to five and nine year old twin girls. While Alan and I arranged the seating, the last guests walked in with their four boys, two sets of twins aged eleven and nine. The grand total including ourselves, was eight adults and sixteen children, of which all but two were boys, and I knew every one of them, they all went to our school, I knew three of the adults too, one was a headmaster and the other two men were teachers, and all worked at our school. The headmasters' authority seemed to extent to this house as he soon took over the proceedings. He was the father of the 5 boys and twin girls. All the kids were in uniform so we all looked pretty smart or cute depending on age. The twin girls were paraded before the group then Alan and I were led out to join them.. the four of us sat cross legged facing the chair that I assumed Mrs Richards would use to undress us. She didn't. The headmaster sat there and beckoned me to him. "I've wanted to see that cute little arse of yours for four years now, I am really going to enjoy this." This felt different yet again, now I was being stripped naked in front of people I knew and not all of them were friends. The headmasters' eleven year old boy, Nigel, was a bit of a bully and it was only that Alan and I were inseparable that he had left me alone. He looked on with a satisfied grin. It was almost the same order as usual except that my socks were left on and instead of giving my clothes to the boys, they were thrown to the assembled company for them to play with as was their wont. In moments I was standing there naked but for my socks with the headmaster licking my balls. He passed me to Nigel to play with while he stripped Alan. I had thought that Nigel was going to give me a hard time but no, instead of the roughness I expected, he was particularly tender and was calling me "his lovely" as he caressed my balls. With Alans clothes also hurled to the audience, he was handed to Mike who, at fourteen, was the oldest of the headmasters' children. Mike lost no time in taking Alan to his mouth and on seeing that Nigel did the same to me. The headmaster than handed the ceremonial chair to my teacher. He then set about removing the clothes from the two girls. I noticed that although the clothes were chucked to the spectators, there was not the rush or excitement as there was when boys were being stripped. The girls Mary and Margaret were placed on the carpet, head to head and Alan and I were extracted from our "suckers". My teacher spoke. It was a short speech and in my opinion lacked a certain finesse for the occasion. "There you are boys. Now fuck `em." I took Mary. Both the girls were smiling, and although I didn't know it, neither was a virgin. I got into the position I had been put into be Mrs Richards and not only did Mary part her legs, she also steered my dick into her small hairless love slit. Alan and I pumped away for a while with little in the way of results. I looked at our voyeurs, straight into the face of nine year old Andrew. I closed my eyes and imagined that the soft warm hole I was in was Andrews' boyfanny. The effect was immediate and I started to get into a rhythm. Faster and faster I went till the Pee feeling started. The little girl started to wriggle and squeak with delight, My eyes still closed, it was Andrew making the noises of love in my mind. I had to open my eyes to see if this spectacle was being enjoyed, Well the jury was still out on this, the headmaster even yawned. Alan had his eyes closed and once again I started my pounding, eyes closed, thinking of Andrew. Eventually I climaxed, the shuddering being the only thing to awaken the other guests. I got up, rolled off call it what you will, and sat there, Mary seemed happy as did Margaret. Alan had shot his blank dry load just before me and was also just sitting there wondering `what now.' Our teacher helped us up and with Alan sitting on his lap and me on the heads', the rest of the evening was idle gossip. Both the girls dressed but we were asked not too. All the boys came and had a little play with me, Alan they had all seen and played with before. Then I was handed round the adults, each giving me careful scrutiny, then finally being handed back to the head. He bent me over his lap and pulling my cheeks apart studied my anus. "He seems to be recovering well George, but your right, it will be a few more days before we can use him. If it's any consolation to you young John, you have been assfucked by the biggest dick in the group. Nobody else will make you that sore ever again." All the guests left, it was a school day tomorrow and the younger kids had to be in bed as soon as possible. So by nine o'clock we were back to normal. "Well did you enjoy your girly experience?" Mrs Richards asked. I told them all that the only way I could enjoy it was when I pretended it was Andrew under me. "Charming Thanks I'm sure" Alan said. "I was pretending it was you". With that we both went to our beds, except that two minutes later I got out of my bed, and into Alans'. We cuddled up together and were asleep in that position when his parents came in to say goodnight. "We're going to miss that boy you know, and nobody more than Alan" she said. They closed the door and went to their own bed, and, had either of us been awake, we would have heard more love making going on under that roof. Its funny but nobody seems to like Tuesdays. This Tuesday was different for me however, it was a day of mixed feelings. Everybody who I had seen the previous night was here, albeit that four of them were in the senior section. Morning assembly was pleasant with the head, Mr Tompkins, was whilst addressing the whole school, was looking in a kindly manner to me whilst he spoke of the values of discretion. It was also at the back of my mind that Mum and Dad would be back tomorrow or the day after, Oh that week had gone so fast. I was not sure how I was going to be able to be with the group, the only thought consoling my feelings was that I was sure Mr Richards would find a way round the problem. The morning went quite well with my some of my favourite lessons being prominent, they were English and Science. I was totally absorbed as we had Robinson Crusoe read to us, we had to read along with it and it was all I could do to stop reading ahead. The afternoon was to be Mathematics. Not a strong subject of mine but the day was to finish on Music, my very best subject. It was a quarter past two when an ashen faced Mr Tompkins walked into the class, and spoke to the teacher. He was visibly shaken by what he had just been told, and called for Alan to go to the desk. It was then I saw Mr Richards standing outside the classroom. He seemed to be very upset and was avoiding looking in the room. Alan went out to him, and they walked down the corridor. It was then I saw the two policemen, well one was a policewoman. It had been explained to me that the reason I had to keep all that had been happening to me a special secret was that it was all very illegal, and all the grownups would be in deep trouble it they were ever found out. I started to get very frightened. Alan and I were the only ones in this class to be involved, plus of course the teacher, Mr Sharpe. He was trembling and kept looking at his watch. With the headmaster out of the class, Mr Sharpe tried to continue with the lesson but his voice was so shaky he was only able to tell the class to open their exercise books to page twenty three, and see what they could do. He came over to me and stopped me getting my book out. "The headmaster wishes to speak to you John, I suggest you take your satchel with you." He was white. I was becoming terrified. There is nothing like the unknown to frighten a child. I was trying not to cry with fear as I walked to the headmasters' office. I knocked on the door and as he said "Enter" I went in. The two police officers stood to one side of the chair where Mr Richards was seated. Mr Tompkins was seated at his desk. There was an empty seat next to Mr Richards, and I was taken to it and sat down. I was shaking, but smart enough not to say anything. I was never going to say anything, ever ever ever. The silence was broken by the headmaster. He had started pacing back and forth behind his desk "You may relax John and sit comfortably, you are not in any trouble, nobody is. There are times when terrible things happen, and it is the job for us, the adults to protect you the children from the impact that these tragedies can have. Sadly there are also times that we are unable to offer that protection, and it is on such occasions that we, as adults have to consider that we have failed to discharge our duties" I looked at the headmaster, he was still pacing up and down behind his desk, and seemed to be addressing his remarks to the ceiling. I had not the faintest idea what he was talking about. I looked at the police officers. They looked perplexed and they knew what was going on. I looked at Mr Richards, he was trying very hard not to show any emotion yet the water in his eyes told me this was going to be bad, very very bad. Mr Tompkins continued though now looking at me, and his voice softer to the point of trembling. He too had very moist eyes. "I know of no way to say this without it being terribly terribly upsetting for you. It falls upon me to inform you that there has been a dreadful car accident in Brighton, causing the deaths of four people. Amongst them, your Aunt and, I am so sorry to say, both your parents. I understand that they would have felt........." Although he carried on speaking I heard nothing else until "John, John, come on old chap. Its alright he's coming round now. Come on now my little warrior, no you stay down there for a minute" I had tried to get up from the floor but Mr Richards gently restrained me. The policeman spoke. " We had better take him to the hospital until they work out which childrens' home can take him." Mr Richards reaction was, whilst gentle, not negotiable. "Over my dead body you will. John has been staying with us for the last few days and may continue to do so indefinitely. I speak for my wife and son also when I say that there is no way we will stand by and watch him go into a home." The police officers were adamant that I should be taken by them whilst things were sorted out, they could not just give the boy away to any old Tom Dick or Harry. The Headmaster started to argue with them now, Offering his credentials as Headmaster and giving Mr Richards the very highest of references, adding "Even the Boys dead parents had entrusted this man with the care of their one and only son." The arguments became louder and louder, then the policewoman looked about and suddenly shouted. "SHUT UP....... SHUT UP ALL OF YOU." It went completely quiet, the only sound that could be heard was the gentle sobbing of a small and very frightened boy who was clinging on to the only person who had shown him any real love in his life. Did I say clinging? I was gripping Mr Richards so tightly that limbs would have had to have been broken to separate us. The policewoman then said the only thing that had made any sense to me that afternoon. "Well I've seen enough. Mr Richards, will you please take care of this boy until we can work out what, by law, has to be done. I have no doubt that you will do so well, and seeing what I can see now I will do what I can to speed a satisfactory solution and will assist you in any way I can. The boys' welfare is paramount, and he has had more than enough trauma for one day. Constable, enough!" Nobody had realised that she outranked the policeman, a very rare thing for those days. The next one to enter the headmasters' office was the school nurse accompanied by the local doctor. It was explained that I was going to need some sedatives soon when the shock really hit, and before I could have those, I would have to have a quick medical check up. The headmaster said there was no need for him to be present but the doctor pointed out that the more people around who I knew the more secure I would feel. Both the headmaster and Mr Richards realised the implications of what was possible here but could do absolutely nothing about it. They had to bare face this out. The head spoke. " I normally keep a little something in the school safe, just for emergencies you know and patting Mr Richards on the shoulder in a friendly manner went to the safe. I was having my heart listened to when the safe door opened, and the headmaster pulled out a bottle of whiskey. Mr Richards looked and could see other items in the safe, including a very fat wad of money, and a revolver. They passed the doctor a whiskey and had one each as they watched the medical examination take place. It had now reached the awkward part and I was asked if I wanted the rest done in private as it would involve my undies coming down. Now I understood the problem. Had my ring recovered enough?. Thinking they may be able to help me I said that I wanted them there, I didn't want Mr Richards to go as I would be taken away and he would go and .... The nurse calmed me down "Nobody is going anywhere. Come along now gentlemen, turn your backs please" she said. Even at the first glance the doctor groaned. He called the nurse to him and showed my still slightly damaged sphincter "Oh no no no, please God, not that too, oh the poor poor mite. Errm,, Mr Richards, how long has John been staying with you?" There was a slight hesitation before he answered. "Only a few days just till his mummy and daddy get back." He fell silent, everybody did. My mummy and daddy were not coming back, ever. They had never even said goodbye to me and there it was. They were gone for ever and that was the end of the matter. I burst into tears. Even through the anguish and distress, and as genuine as my grief was, I knew what I had to do. My route was clear to me. I screamed out "Daddies not going to give me special love any more" and completely broke down in uncontrolled tears. I could relax now I had done what was needed and I knew it well, now the real pain could be exorcised with tears and I was allowed to sob away whilst being cuddled by the nurse As the doctor explained to Mr Richards about the child abuse I must have suffered at the hands of my father, I was led to Mr Richards' car. A teacher had already driven Mrs Richards and Alan home where they were waiting not knowing what to expect. I had been found to be sound in wind and limb and had been sedated almost to the point of sleep. The doctor left asking to Mr Richards to give me all the love he could muster and a bit more. "The boy has had a shitty life till he met you. You have to make up for ten loveless years, and he needs most of it now. When things have settled down and if you still wish it, I will sort out the adoption paperwork and go through it with you. And don't you worry about the law, I will sort that out for you too. Just you concentrate on the boy" The headmaster was equally accommodating, "Keep him at home for another week, better keep Alan there as well, I think John needs him". As they finished their whiskey, Mr Richards asked about the money and the gun. Mr Tompkins was confused. "Well the money is one thousand pounds, A bribe if necessary, but there is no gun in there" Proving the point he opened the safe door again to put the rest of the whiskey back, looked and laughed, removing from the safe a toy pistol he had confiscated from a boy some days before. "Heaven knows why I put it in there" Well that's the story of how I was born a Matthews and became a Richards, I spent many many happy years as a Richards, and there is much to tell. Sadly I grow weary now and must sleep, its an old mans prerogative to rest frequently but, should you drop in on me again, I will tell you of other times and yes, some of the holidays we had, they were great fun... yes great fun, but not just now eh not just now. I will see you soon young man. Good bye.