Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2010 11:00:50 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Change to Chris and Michael  Part 2. (Revised)

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Resume:- Michael is a school master in an English Preparatory School.
Chris is a 13 year old boy.  Ther has been a lot of mutual sexual
attaction, including Chris visiting Michael in the middle of the night.


Chris and Michael.   Chapter Two

Two weeks later Michael observed that Chris was in need of another
encounter with the razor.  Again at bed time they met in the bathroom.  The
other boys were leaving to go to bed.  One or two watched for a few moments
and made the usual schoolboy comments.  When the job was finished they were
alone in the bathroom.

"I've done what you suggested," said Chris.

Michael was mystified for a moment.  Then Chris put up a finger and put the
fingers of the other hand round it.

Michael laughed.  "How did it go?  Enjoy it?"

"It was wonderful, I did it in the bogs one night when I woke up with a
hard cock.  I wondered what was happening, it almost hurt, then it all shot
out, but it felt wonderful.  Thanks for telling me about it."  With a
rather conspiratorial grin he went off to his dormitory.

Michael noticed that there was a slight change in Chris's is behaviour.
Before, he often tried to get talking after a class, or walking back to the
school after football.  It wasn't that he was now avoiding Michael, there
were several special smiles when there were no other boys around.  Once as
they passed in the school, Chris muttered, "Did it again last night, Sir."
Michael came to the conclusion that Chris was trying not to give the other
boys the idea there was a special relationship between them.

"Then one day after a class Chris did stay behind.  When they were alone in
the classroom he said, "Sir, there is something I want to ask you,
personal, not about a subject in class."

Michael saw that the door of the classroom was open, and though they talked
privately no one would hear, and the open door would not give the idea that
they were wanting to be alone together.  "Here will do.  No one can hear
what we are saying."

"Sir, I heard some of the older boys talking.  I won't mention any names.
But one asked the other, 'When can we have another wank together?'  I
didn't hear the reply, as they saw that I was within earshot.  I thought
wanking was only something you did by yourself.  What did they mean?"

"Well, sometimes two guys, or more get together, and wank each other."

"Is it nice?"

"Very.  Even better than by yourself."

"Sir?"  he paused.  "Have you ever done it with some one else?"

"You certainly ask some impudent questions, young man!  If you must know,
the answer is 'Yes', but a long time ago.  But no more questions!"

Chris smiled.  "Thank you, Sir."  He began to turn towards the door, but as
he did so he said, "And I know who I would like to do it with."

Michael was tempted to ask 'Who'.  But then he realised he might know the
answer if Chris gave it, and it was not an answer that he wanted to hear;
or did he?

X-x-x

The next step was another nocturnal episode ten days later.  Again Michael
was in a deep sleep.  He stirred as the door to his bedroom opened.  He was
sleepily conscious of a figure by his bed.  There was the soft sound of
clothes falling on the floor, and then the duvet was lifted and a body
slipped into bed along side him.

"Chris, you know you shouldn't be doing this?"

"I know, but I want to.  I couldn't sleep.  To me you are the most
important, the best person in the whole world.  I wanted to be close to
you, to cuddle you.  I like you a lot, and I think you like me."

"I do like you; but I'm just not sure, not really happy about doing this."

"I want you to hold me, and I want to hold you.  I want to kiss and be
kissed by you, Sir.  I have seen what you are like without any clothes, and
every time I think about it my cock gets hard."

"I suppose it is hard now?"

"Yes, very.  It has been ever since I went to bed.  I would like you to
feel just how hard."

"I think we need to talk.  Let me put the light on."  The bedside light was
across Chris, so Michael got up on one elbow and reached across, turning on
the light.  This brought his chest close to Chris, who reached up and felt
Michael's hairy chest.  He looked down at the boy.

"I've wanted to feel what you felt like ever since I first saw how hairy
you were.  It's like a fur."

"Thanks, but we need to talk.  Having you here in bed could get me into a
lot of trouble, even prison."

"I won't tell.  You are special, Sir.  Like an uncle."

"Uncles can go to prison for molesting a nephew."

"This is not you molesting me.  I decided I wanted to come into bed with
you.  You didn't drag me into bed, did you?"

"No.  But I would still get the blame, I could still go to prison.  I would
lose my job, never be allowed to teach again."

Chris's big brown eyes looked at Michael, "Don't you like me, Sir?"

"You know I like you."

"Don't you want to be close together?  Some kisses, cuddles, and wank
together?"  Chris decided to force the issue.  He moved closer to Michael,
raised his head and gave him a kiss.  "Please give me a kiss, Sir.  I can't
remember when I was, if ever, kissed."  Again the big brown eyes looked up
at Michael beseechingly.

Slowly Michael lowered his head and kissed Chris fully and gently on the
lips.

Chris's arms came round and held Michael.  They kissed, at first softly,
but with mounting passion.  Chris then moved his body so that his hard cock
was against the top of Michael's thigh.

"Is your cock hard, Sir?"

"Very."

Chris's hand reached down, all the time his eyes were on Michael to see
whether he was going a step too far, but Michael moved slightly to give him
easier access.  "Its so big, and so hard."

"Yours is as hard, and one day will probably be as big."  Now it was
Michael's hand that moved down to hold Chris's cock.  He was careful not to
do too much, he didn't want the boy to unload too soon.  They continued to
kiss.

Michael rolled on to his back, pulling Chris on top.  They were now lying
cock to cock.

"That's nice, Sir."  he wriggled so the cocks rubbed together.

"I think when we are doing this we should drop the Sir, don't you?  In my
rooms, when we are alone, you can call me Michael.  But only in these two
rooms, understand?"

"Yes, --- Michael.  Does that mean we can do this again?"

"I think once started it will be impossible to stop.  You seem to like it,
I like it.  But we will have to be careful.  It must not become too
regular."

"Not more than once a week?"

"Certainly not more than once a week.  Longer if you, you sexy young
monster, can hold out."  They kissed, and Michael pushed his tongue past
Chris's lips.

"That's nice."

Michael's hand moved down to touch Chris's buttocks.  He gave them a gentle
squeeze.  The sound and smile of Chris showed just how much he was enjoying
it.

"Thank you, Michael, for all that you are teaching me.  I never realised
that doing things with another person could be so wonderful."

They began to push together, Michael could see Chris was approaching the
point of no return, and he knew he was.  They both shot their loads
together, and arms round each other they cuddled and kissed.

"Now there's one sticky mess to clear up," said Michael.

X-x-x

It was eight days later when Chris again crept into Michael's bedroom.
Chris removed his pyjamas and Michael lifted the duvet for him to get in.
They were immediately kissing and cuddling, and each felt the others hard
cock pressed against him.

"I couldn't sleep, Michael.  And I wanted some more."

"How have you managed these last few days?"

"I wanked myself every day."

" Not done anything with another boy?"

"No, I only want to be with you."  He forced Michael over on to his back so
he could get on top.  "I like it like this."

"So I gather."  Michael's hands stroked Chris's back, steadily reaching
lower.  He pulled Chris up a couple of inces so he could reach farther.  He
played with Chris's buttocks; much to the boy's enjoyment.  Then he began
to put a finger in Chris's crack.

Chris was surprised and clenched his buttocks.

"Relax, Chris, and enjoy what I am doing."  His finger began to play over
Chris#s arsehole.

"That's nice, Michael.  I didn't know that doing that could be enjoyable."

"It's very enjoyable when someone else does it.  There's a lot of enjoyment
to be had between two men that you've yet to discover."

Chris was very pleased at being included as a man.  "Will you show me?"

"If you want.  But you must say 'No' if there's something you don't like."

"I know I like that."

Michael began to apply some pressure and felt his finger slip less than
half an inch into Chris.  There was a gasp from the boy.

"Don't you like that?"

"I was just surprised.  Now I'm used to your finger there I rather like
it."

"Good.  There is something else I would like to put in there."

There was a pause while Chris worked out what that might be.  "No!  Not
your cock.  It is far too big."

"It might hurt a bit but once you got used to it you'd like it."

"How do you know?"

"How do you think?"

"You've had a cock in you?"

"Yes.  Several if you want to know."

"Cor!  And you liked it?"

"Very much."

"How old were you when you first did it?"

"I was a couple of years older than you.  I was at school, and it was with
one of the older boys.  He persuaded me to let him try.  He took his time,
was very careful, and got it in.  We did it together many times.  Almost
every day, while he was at that school."

"You must've liked it."  There was a pause.  "Is mine too small?"

"No.  But I'm used to bigger ones."

"Perhaps one day you'd let me."

"Perhaps one day, Chris, but not today.  But there is something else you
will almost certainly like."

"What's that?"

"Change positions.  You lie on your back."

They moved round, Chris lay on his back, while Michael lay
alongside. Michael felt the boy's face, and began to kiss him.  He nibbled
his ears, but this made Chris giggle.  "You're tickling, Michael."

Then he began to move down, kissing, licking and with his lips nibbling
Chris's neck.  From the responding noises Michael knew that he was giving
pleasure.  He moved down, found Chris's nipples.  He licked one after the
other, and both became hard.  Then he moved further down.  His chin first
felt Chris's hard cock poking up.  He manoeuvred round, and continued to
kiss and lick.  He licked the boy's ballsand then ran the tip of his tongue
up the underside of Chris's cock.  Chris was giving groans of pleasure.
Then he took the cock into his mouth.  There was a gasp from Chris.
"Michael, what are you doing?"

"Don't you like it?"

"It's wonderful.  You'll make me cum."

"That's what I want to do."

"Into your mouth?"

Chris felt Michael nod his head.

Michael continued to suck; when Chris's young body began to writhe with the
mounting sensation of approaching climax, Michael held the boy's hips
steady so that the youngster's cock was not pulled from his mouth.  He felt
the cock engorge even more, and pulsate several times as he reached his
climax.  Michael continued to suck until the last drop had been expelled.
He then wriggled up the bed and lay alongside Chris.

"Doing it that way means there's no sticky mess to clean up!" said Michael.

"That was terrific.  Thank you, Sir, -- Michael."

"Glad you enjoyed it.  I know just how good it is."

They lay alongside each other for several minutes.  Chris's heart beats and
breath returned to normal.  He reached a hand down and held Michael cock.

"Thanks for letting me do this to you.  I want to see you shoot your seed
out.  May I turn on the light?"

"If you wish."

Chris turned on the light, and pulled down the duvet so he could see
Michael's large cock still sticking out hard and strong.  "Mine's gone
soft."

"They often do after cumming.  When you are in your late teens, you may
keep it hard and cum two or three times in fairly quick succession."

"Can you?"

"Not now. I'm rather out of practice.  But I could when I was in my early
twenties."

Chris put his hand round Michael's cock, and leant over and looked at it
closely.  "It's so big!"

Michael detected that Chris was thinking about sucking it, but that would
be a big step for the boy that night.  "You don't have to suck me, unless
you really want to.  I'd be happy you just wanking me off with your hand."

Chris continued to look, wondering whether to or not.  Eventually he gave a
quick kiss to the head of Michael's cock and began to wank him.  He watched
carefully.  It took a few minutes and his arm was beginning to ache when he
realised the climax was approaching.  He continued, and then the first
spurt of cum shot out about a foot onto Michael's hairy chest.  The three
following spurts were less in strength.

They had one further session together two nights before the end of that
winter term.

"I thought you would save it all up until the last night of term," said
Michael.

"No.  Too dangerous.  The other boys in the dorm get restless as they get
excited about going home."

"Are you looking forward to it?"

"No way.  I'm a problem of 'what to do with' for my father, and a unwanted
inconvenience for my mother.  I like it best at school, then I can come
into bed with you from time to time."

"So we will be resuming contact next term?  First night?"

"No not first night.  The other boys in the dorm are all restless and
homesick for the first night or so.  I'll come when it is safe; and some
time next term I will suck you properly."

"Good, I look forward to it.  And I'll let you push that lovely growing
cock of yours into me."

But something important was to happen before then.

X-x-x

During the school holidays Michael went back to stay with his parents.  It
had remained his base throughout his university and teaching days. As he
was away at the school for well over thirty weeks of the year this
arrangement made sense.  As with all previous Easters since leaving
University, he had gone away to the Lake District with a group of old
college friends.  There were about a dozen of them, they always stayed in
the same place.  It was a mixed group, and there were three married
couples.  They spent the days walking the Fells.

For Chris the school holiday was slightly better in that another good
report had brought a positive reaction from his father.  But his father was
a busy man whose work took him all over the world.  He did have a couple of
days when his father was around, and on one of those they did things
together in London ending up going to to see a film which Chris greatly
enjoyed, but his father didn't.  The week with his mother seemed even
grimmer than usual.  She was still taken up with her man Steve, and they
both regarded Chris as a serious impediment to the life they usually led.
He was only too thankful to get back to London, and three days later to be
going back to School.

School terms always began on a Saturday.  That day of the week was often
more convenient for parents to bring their boys back to the school, and it
gave the weekend for the boys to get settled in.

Michael always returned to the school on the Friday afternoon.  This gave
him time to get settled in and to get himself organised before the horde of
boys arrived.  Soon after his arrival the headmaster spoke to him.
"Christopher Carstairs' father is bringing him back to school tomorrow, and
has especially asked to meet you.  I don't know what that will be about,
but I am intrigued as to why he is coming now as I have never met the man."

"Didn't he come down to look over the school before Christopher came here?"

"No.  His secretary came down, and looked us over.  Most unusual, never
known it like that before.  Usually it is a critical father and a fussy
mother who come down to inspect us.  But we all know that Christopher's
home background is not the happiest."

Michael went away wondering what Mr Carstairs would want.  The immediate
thought that crossed his mind was that Chris's father had found out
something about their nocturnal activities.  But then he reasoned that if
he had there would have been a very different reaction from the headmaster,
and that he would probably be sitting in a police cell by this time.  He
did not have a good night, thinking over what the next day would hold.

It was mid-morning before the first of the cars started drawing up outside
the school, and boys, parents and luggage appeared.  The peace of pre-term
preparation was shattered by juvenile voices.  There was a certain amount
of comparing going on.  Who had the largest, best, newest and most
expensive car.  Nearly all the cars were towards the top of the price
range.  The only exception was a battered mud bespattered old Landrover,
belonging to the Digby family, and everybody knew that Lance Digby's father
was an earl and had large estates in three counties and had quite a large
number of properties in a more expensive part of London.  He did not need
to show his wealth and position.

It was nearly two o'clock when the Carstairs' chauffeur-driven Mercedes
arrived.  Chris ushered his father into the school, and took him to the
headmaster's study.  The door was open, but Chris knocked.

"Headmaster, may I introduce you to my father."

The two men shook hands.

"You may wait for me outside, Chris.  I want a private word with the
headmaster.  Or rather go and find Mr Goodyear and bring him.

Chris went off to look for Michael, meanwhile the two men talked.

It took Chris several minutes to locate Michael; "Hello, Sir.  My father
wants to speak to you.  Would you come and wait outside the head's study?"

"Certainly.  Do you know what your father wants?"

"No.  He hasn't told me.  I only knew he was bringing me back to the school
when I got back from France."

"Waiting outside the head's study makes me feel like a naughty boy again."

"Were you ever naughty?"

Michael looked at Chris and winked.

They arrived outside the study just as the head and Mr Carstairs came out.
The head made the introductions, said goodbye, and turned to speak with
another lot of parents.

"I have been looking forward to meeting you, Mr Goodyear.  Chris has said
so much about you."  He turned to Chris, "Chris, I want a private word with
Mr Goodyear, would you wait for us?"  He turned back to Michael, "Where can
we go where we can talk with some privacy?"

"The playing field is usually deserted on the first Saturday of term, and
we wouldn't be interrupted.  Let's go there."

Michael led the way, and Chris followed at a distance, wondering why his
father wanted to talk privately to Michael.  He was puzzled, but he knew
his father knew absolutely nothing of what had been going on between his
son and Michael.

"There are two things I want to speak to you about, Mr Goodyear.  First, I
want to thank you for all you have done for Chris.  I think it's largely
due to you he is now happy at school, and is doing so much better."

"Thank you.  His work has certainly improved."

"Largely due to you.  He has told me how important your encouragement has
been to him.  Your words of praise have changed his whole outlook.
Whenever he starts talking about school your name features most, with
almost monotonous regularity."

They both laughed.

"I really am most sincerely grateful, which brings me to the other matter I
wish to discuss with you.  This is much more difficult."

Michael wondered and feared what was going to come next.

"I have a request to make.  A most unfair and unwarranted request.  As you
may know I'm divorced from Chris's mother.  As he's getting older the
holidays are becoming more and more of a problem.  His mother does not like
him at all, and is becoming more and more reluctant to have him stay even
for a short while during the holidays.  He's getting too old to be looked
after during the holidays by my cook-housekeeper and chauffeur with the
help of an au-pair girl.  He's almost old enough to venture out into London
on his own, perhaps for the odd hour or two, but not for whole days.  My
problem is the coming summer holidays.  These are always a problem as they
are so long.  I have a very busy time indeed ahead, and will hardly be in
London at all this summer, just for the odd day or two.  My ex-wife is off
to South America for the whole of the time and absolutely refuses to have
Chris join her, even for a short while.  I'm at my wits' end.  So I have
been wondering if there is any chance of you looking after Chris during the
summer holidays?  I would of course, pay you for doing it."

Michael drew a deep breath.  "That is a surprise request."  He thought
rapidly.  He and Chris together for all or part of the long summer
holidays.  An opportunity?  He thought that at one level they would get on
well together, but what if the relationship did not work away from the
school environment?  "The difficulty is that I always go to France for
almost all the summer holiday.  I take my car, and do a lot of walking.
Usually camping, and if the weather's fine I sleep out under the stars.  It
is quite a rough primitive existence.  I like the wild, well off the beaten
track, places.  I am not sure how Chris would feel about that."

Mr Carstairs asked further questions and Michael continued to think
carefully before making any commitment.

"Have you asked Chris what he thinks about this idea?" asked Michael.

"No, not yet.  I wanted to sound you out first."

"Shall we call him over and ask him?  I wouldn't take an unwilling boy
abroad for so long on a walking holiday against his will.  He wouldn't like
it, and neither would I."

Chris had remained in sight, wondering what they were talking about.  When
Michael beckoned he came trotting across the playing field.

His father spoke.  "Chris, as you know there are difficulties about the
summer holiday.  I am extremely busy, and your mother is off to the remoter
parts of South America.  I've asked Mr Goodyear if he would take care of
you.  Every summer he goes walking in France, tramping for miles, sleeping
in a tent or under the stars.  It would be tough for you.  But he will only
take you if you like the idea, and are prepared to go and do what he does."

The two men looked at the boy.  There was a very quick glance at Michael,
and a gleam in his eye.  He knew what would be involved, not just in
tramping miles, but also what they had already enjoyed together.

"I've never walked a vast distance, but I'm willing to try."

"I would not walk very far to begin with, never more than what you can
manage.  You will probably get very tired, but you are fit, with all the
school games you play.  Do you want to come?"

"Yes.  Yes please, father.  I would like to go with Mr Goodyear."

"Good.  I will keep in touch with you, Mr Goodyear.  We'll have to equip
him I presume.  Boots and so on?"

"We can see to all that before we go."

The three of them walked back to the school.  Mr Carstairs soon departed.

As the car drew away, Chris looked at Michael with a broad grin on his
face.  "Sleeping together under the stars."

"Yes, and not a word to your classmates about us holidaying together.  Now
go and do your unpacking."

x-x-x

Chris and Michael Chapter Two

Michael expected a mid-night vist from Chris on the first or second night,
but it was the fourth night of the summer term when he was awoken by his
bedroom door being opened.  He lifted the duvet for the now naked boy to
get into the bed.

"I thought you'd have been in here before this."

"First two nights everyone was restless getting used to their beds again.
Then just as I was about to come in to you Donaldson went to the loo.  Last
night Bamford started talking in his sleep."

"Anyway, good to see you."

They cuddled and kissed.  Michael put the light on.  "That's better I like
to be able to see you."

"And I need to see you."  Chris wriggled down the bed, took hold of
Michael's cock, gave the head a quick kiss, and put it into his mouth.

"That's a very quick surprise!  You were reluctant to do that last term."

Chris stopped, his big brown eyes looking up a Michael.  "I thought as you
enjoyed doing it to me, I would probably enjoy doing it to you."

"And do you?"

"Yes."  He resumed his ministrations.  There was a murmur of delight.

"What's that for?"

"A new and rather nice taste."

"That's precum.  Hadn't you seen it on my cock when you wanked me last
term?"

"Yes.  What is precum?"

"It is a fluid that neutralises any chemicals in the cocktubes that would
kill seed, or cum."

"Oh!  It tastes nice."  Chris continued, and Michael thought he was doing
it very well for a first time.

"If you carry on like that for much longer you will get a mouthful."

Chris continued to suck with renewed vigour.  He felt Michael tense up, and
suddenly his mouth was being filled with spurts of cum.  The volume and
strength of the spurts surprised him and he coughed and spluttered.  The
cum was sprayed everywhere.

Michael laughed.  "Rather a lot of it?"

Chris nodded and started licking his lips.  "I think it tastes nice."

"I know yours does.  In a few minutes I will suck you off."

Chris lay on top of Michael, whose hands reached down to fondle the boy's
buttocks, and his finger began to explore deeper.  "I like you doing that.
But I'm not sure I'm ready for your cock to go in there."

"Plenty of time.  There're all the weeks when we will be away in France."

"I know."

x-x-x

Throughout that summer term Chris continued to visit Michael about once
every ten days.  His visits usually lasted just over an hour.  A
significant further step was taken one night when Chris was sucking
Michael, he was now quite an expert.  Chris's hand began to feel in the
cleft between Michael's buttocks. Then a finger began to explore, obvious
trying to detect where access lay.

"That's nice, Chris, you haven't done that before."

"You're very hairy in there."

"Does that put you off?"

"Will I get hairy?"

"I don't know.  Depends on your genes, I expect.  Yes, that's the spot,
just there."

Chris's finger began to push, and it slipped in.

"Are you wanting to push your cock in there, young man?"

"You said I could."

"Want to tonight?"

"Please."

"Let me get off the bed, and find something to lubricate ourselves.  It can
be painful if we're both dry."  Michael swung a leg over Chris's head, and
got off the bed.  He had some KYjelly that he had bought during the
holidays and placed easily available for this expected eventuality.  "I'm
going to lubricate myself first, and then you put some all over your cock.
Then it should slip in easily."

"How we going to do it?"

"I think doggie fashion.  I will get on all fours, and you get in behind
me."

They positioned themselves.  Chris made several attempts but his cock
slipped up or down, everywhere except in.  So Michael reached round and
held the boy's cock on the target.  "Now push slowly and steadily."  There
was some initial resistance, and then the cock began to penetrate.

"Wow, that feels wonderful."

"Now keep still, for if you're like most young men doing this for the first
time, you will shoot quickly, and I want us both to enjoy it."

Chris did what he was told.  "Can I move now?"

"Yes, if you want."

Chris thrust his cock deeper, and managed about five thrusts before he shot
out his load of cum deep into Michael.  He then pulled out of Michael, who
handed him some tissues.

"To help with the mopping up."

"When can I do that again?"

"Next time you come in to see me.  But remember I'm wanting to fuck you."

"Yes, I know.  I'll let you know when I'm ready.  But you're so big."

"You can prepare yourself, you know.  Are you ever in a shower alone?"

"Sometimes. Why?"

"Just try to get one, and then two fingers even three up there.  Then try
to spread your fingers open.  It will widen your hole, and you will be able
to take me more easily."

The next time Chris came to visit Michael he reported on his progress, but
he did not say yes to an attempt on his real virginity that term.

X-x-x

Chris continued to visit Michael throughout that summer term, never more
than once a week, never less than every twelve days.  They were times of
sexual enjoyment for them both, and also an opportunity to talk and plan
their time together in the summer holidays.

Michael always planned to spend as much of the holidays in France as
possible.  The day after the end of term he came from his parent's home in
Bedfordshire down to London to take Chris out to buy the things he would
need.  Chris's father had sent Michael a cheque for £750 'to cover whatever
Chris will need for his time away'.  The most difficult item was a good
pair of walking boots.  Chris found himself putting on and taking off what
seemed a countless number of pairs of boots, and walking up and down the
shop in them.

"If we get this wrong, you will have problems with blisters, and so on.  We
have to get it right."

With the amount of spending money Mr Carstairs had given Michael, they
ended up buying two very different types of walking footwear.

The items of clothing were more quickly purchased.

It was arranged that Michael would drive down to London and stay the night
at Chris's home, and then they would depart early in the morning to catch
the train through the tunnel to Calais.  Mr Carstairs' chauffeur had
arranged a place for Michael to park his car.  Mr Carstairs was at home,
and he and Michael spent a long time talking over details of their trip and
how contact could be maintained.

Michael was impressed with the Carstairs' apartment, it showed there was a
great deal of wealth in the home.  He again wondered how Chris would
manage, 'roughing' it in France.  Chris was excited, he viewed it all as a
new adventure, but especially as a time when he and Michael would be
together both day and night with all the sexual opportunities that
provided.

The next morning Chris' things were loaded into the car, and they were off.
There was the usual lengthy crawl out of London, but they were going
against the main flow of the rush hour traffic.

"Where are we stopping tonight?"

"On a farm I know.  The farmer knows we are coming.  So even if we are
late, we can pitch the tent at what ever time we get there."

"I hope you'll not be too tired when we get there."

"Why?"

"Because I'm wanting you to fuck me tonight."

They looked at each other and grinned.

"You sure, Chris?"

"Yes, I decided in the middle of term I would ask you to on our first night
away.  I hope we are a long way from the farm, so if I scream out in agony
the farmer won't hear."

"We will be far enough away, don't you worry.  And though it might hurt a
bit, I shall want to be keeping any pain you have down to a minimum, as I
will be wanting to do it again, and again.  Thinking about it is making me
horny."

Chris reached across, and felt Michael's hardening cock.

"Perhaps we should talk about something else, Sir, I don't want you to have
an accident."

"Okay, lets talk about English grammar then."

There was a groan from Chris.  "I thought this was going to be a holiday,"
he muttered.

They drove down the M20 and by 13.00 they were driving off the train at
Calais on to the French roads.  The sun was getting low in the sky when
they turned off a minor road, and went along a narrow track to a farm.
Their arrival had been heard, because the door of the farmhouse opened and
a man and his wife appeared.  They came up to the car, talking excitedly,
welcoming Michael back.

The two English men got out of the car.  Hugs and kisses were exchanged
between Michael and the two French people.  Chris was introduced.  The
farmer gave him a hug to his surprise, and the farmer's wife gave him a hug
and kiss to his embarrassment.  Chris tried to follow the voluble French
conversation but was immediately lost.  Occasionally Michael would
interpret something.  The farmer's wife went into the house, and she
quickly re-appeared with some milk, bread, butter and cheese.  After more
conversation Michael and Chris got back into the car.

They only had to drive a few hundred yards into a field, on the edge of a
wood.  "We just have time to pitch the tent before it gets dark.  I don't
think it will rain, but we will have the tent up in case."

As they pitched the tent, they talked.

"Your job first thing in the morning is to go down to the farm, and Mrs
Dupre will give you some fresh bread and some eggs.  It will be your job
most mornings to go down to the nearest village to get some bread."

"But what do I say?  I cannot understand what they're saying.  They seem to
speak so quickly."

"You know the words for 'bread', and 'please', don't you?"

Chris nodded.

"Yes, and thank you?"

Chris nodded again.  "I've used Euros before when staying with my mother.
So I may be able to do that."

"Remember the French really love their language, in a way we English do not
love ours.  They always respond positively when we speak to them in French.
They may reply in impeccable English, which I find very humbling."

They went on to talk about how Michael knew the Dupres.  They were old
friends and he had stayed on that farm several times.  "I have a little
present for them, you can take it down to them when you go in the morning."

They ate some bread and cheese.

"I think we should begin to settle for the night.  We can begin by sleeping
outside the tent."  Michael put down a waterproof sheet on the ground.  And
got two new sleeping bags out of the car.  He undid the zips, and then
began to put the two together, zipping them up to make one double sleeping
bag.  "Does that meet with your approval, young man?"

"Yes, very much so," replied Chris with a very broad grin.

Michael went off into the wood for a final piss before settling down for
the night.  When he came out of the bushes, Chris was standing naked in the
moonlight, with his arms outstretched towards Michael.  He stood taking in
the beauty of the scene.  A boy with those early signs of maturing, a small
patch of pubic hair, and developing muscles on legs and arms.  The boy's
cock was already erect, and sticking out proudly.

"You're beautiful, Chris.  Our first night together!"

Chris stepped towards Michael, who took him in his arms.  They kissed.
Michael's hands ran down Chris's back, and squeezed his buttocks.  His
fingers in the crack felt something moist and greasy.

"Is that lube I can feel down there, Chris?"

"I have seen how you prepared yourself before I had you, so I prepared
myself."

"You really sure you want to?"

"Absolutely, a hundred per cent sure.  Get undressed, Michael, and prepare
that big hard cock of yours."

"You are so beautiful, standing there in the moonlight."  Michael stripped
off his clothes, and got out the lube to prepare himself.

"How do you want to do it, Michael, doggie fashion like I did it to you the
first time?"

"No, lets get into the sleeping bag.  We'll try it with you on your side.
You need to relax, and you may be more relaxed in that position."

They got into the sleeping bag, and Chris turned his back towards Michael.
"Bend your knees a little, Chris."  Michael got up close to Chris, he felt
with a finger where he needed to go, and then positioned himself so his
cock was in position.  "Relax.  But tell me if it hurts too much.  It will
hurt somewhat, but I can always stop and we can do it another night."

"No.  I want you tonight."

Michael began to push his cock with increasing pressure.  He did not want
to hurt the boy too much.  Then there was that inaudible pop as his cock
forced his way through the boy's sphincter.

"That's the difficult part.  Did it hurt a lot?"

"I was just about to ask you to stop, when suddenly you were in."

"The rest should be fairly easy, I will take it slowly."  Michael's large
cock began to push its way into the boy.  It was tight.  He pushed until he
could feel the boy's buttocks against his pubes.  His arm reached over the
boy, and grasped him close.  His hand rubbed Chris's stomach, and then felt
the boy's prick, it was hard and damp.  Chris was now a producer of
abundant pre-cum.

Michael held himself still.  He knew he would soon shoot his load of cum
into the boy if he started moving.

It was Chris who moved.  He wriggled his bottom and and pushed back against
Michael.  "You feel so big!  I feel filled with your cock.  It's wonderful.
I want to show you how much I love you, Michael, but I can't kiss you or
hug you with my back to you."

"Just letting me be in you shows how much I mean to you.  This is wonderful
for me.  I've dreamt of this ever since you came into my room to tell me
that Donaldson had been sick."

"Then?  That was before we did anything."

"I know, but you're one hell of a sexy attractive youngster.  I wanted you
then, but never though it would come to it, and certainly not away in
France in a French field by moonlight, with you willing and wanting it, and
several weeks ahead of us being together."

"We'll have to make the most of it, every night!"

"Unless you are too tired with a lot of walking," said Michael, giving
Chris an extra hug.

"I'll never be too tired for this."  He pushed back again, and again
wriggled his bottom.

"If you keep doing that, I shall be shooting my cum into you."

"That's what I want."  He wriggled some more, and felt Michael's whole body
go rigid, and then the cock inside him go into a spasm as the man's spunk
shot into the depths of his being.

"That was good, Michael."

"Glad about that.  It was good for me too."

They lay together for several minutes.  Michael's cock began to go flaccid.
Then it slipped out of the boy.  Michael reached for a box of tissues that
Chris had placed nearby.  "Clean up time."  Michael handed Chris some
tissues.  They cleaned themselves.

They settled back, this time face to face.  "Thanks", said Chris giving
Michael a kiss.

"Thank you, The first of many I expect."

"We've the rest of this holiday.  But I was thinking of something else.
That first time when a man's cock goes inside you, and cums is always
special.  You'll remember this night in this moonlit field in France for
the rest of your life.  When guys ask you when you were first fucked you
can tell them about your schoolmaster, and this field.  Gay men like
telling their stories to each other."

"I only want to go with you, Michael."

Michael smiled to himself.  "Yes, but you're growing up.  Next year you'll
be going to another school.  There may well be some older boy who's
attracted to you.  Your big brown eyes, your smooth light brown skin. They
too may want to do with you what we've just done.  It often happens in an
all boy's school."

"Really?"

"Oh yes.  I have told you about my first times haven't I?  That was when I
was a little older than you with an older boy at school.  My cock was the
first with you.  I expect, I hope, that there will be many more in the
years ahead for you."

Chris was silent for a while.  "I haven't thought about it that way."

"Does it upset you?"

"No.  At least I don't think so."

The holiday in France was a great success.  Sexually they enjoyed each
other to the full.  They seemed to establish a pattern.  Unless Chris was
too tired from the exertions of the day, in the evening Michael's cock
would do the penetrating and in the morning Michael would wake to find
Chris's hard cock pressing into him, and he never said 'No'.  Michael took
Chris to several places well off the usual tourist trails.  Chris's French
improved a great deal, which bore fruit at school in the coming years, and
Chris's father gave Michael a cheque for £2000 for his trouble.

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Is that too much of an idealised story to be true?  The law would find
Michael guilty.  But there are many men who have no regrets in adulthood
about sexual activity with an older man in their youth.  "It was the best
thing that happened to me," has been said to me by more than one man.


x-x-x

Jeffrey at jeffyrks@hotmail.com