Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2007 16:09:32 +0100
From: leesmith@hushmail.com
Subject: My Holiday Story

Ok, well here goes.

I dunno why I am going to write this down, but I might as well.  I
don't know if I am gay or not but maybe you can decide based on
what I tell you.

This story happened like just now, this summer.  We only just got
back from the trip.

I am 13, and I go to a British boarding school.  I have been there
since I was eight.  Not in the same part of the school -- there is a
junior school you go to until you are 12 or 13 and then you go up
into the senior school.

I go up next year, which means this September.

My best subject is English, which is why I am good at writing
stories.  I get A's all the time.  Our English teacher tells me he
has made a new grade -- A "star", and he expects me to get it every
time.  If I don't, he makes out like it is the worst thing ever.
But it is still a lot better than most of the other boys' stuff.
They are so boring.  I hate it when I have to listen to their stuff
in class.  Yawn.

And just because I go to boarding school doesn't mean we are rich.
My dad is in the air force and he gets an ok salary, and a great
pension, but the only reason we can afford it is because I got a
scholarship.

Ok well most stories I read on here so far you gotta describe
yourself, so here goes.

I am very good looking.  I'm not just saying that.  I have blond
hair that goes like sand coloured in the summer.  I have green eyes
and my mum says I have the longest eyelashes she ever saw on
someone.  My face is nice.  I got a nose that goes up at the end a
bit.  A still got a few freckles and in the sun they come out a
lot.  If I had to say who I look like I don't know.  Plus I am very
fit. I play football, badminton and tennis for the school, plus I
am in the swimming team and diving team.  I am slim but not skinny
like some weedy kids.  I got strong legs because of the football
and swimming and just because I am always running around I guess.

I don't have hardly any hairs down there.  I got about three blond
ones but they are very hard to see.  I guess I will get more later.
 I don't have any under my arms yet and I don't shave (but my dad
has let me try it).

My dick is about middle size for our class.  Some of the boys in
our year have got pencil dicks but mine is normal.  A friend of
mine said it is chubby, but I don't know.  It has foreskin that is
quite long when it is soft.  When it gets hard it gets really
really hard and the foreskin goes really tight so I have to skin it
back before it goes fully hard.  I can cum, but not like when you
hear people say that they "shoot" and all that.  Mine doesn't shoot
it just comes out as a few white blobs.  They are quite big blobs
and it is definitely cum.

Blimey.  Can't believe I just wrote that bit.
Anyway.

So at the end of last term I was pretty hyped because we were going
on a boat on the Norfolk Broads.  I never done that before but I
heard it's good.  Plus I was allowed to take my best friend who is
called Andrew.  (Not going to put his full name).  My mum wasn't
coming either which was good.  I like my mum, but the whole point
was to have a "boys holiday" as she calls it, then she and my
sister get to do a "girls holiday" later.  They are going to my
aunts.  God knows why.

So my dad had sent us a 100 and told us to go up to London and get
the train to Norwich.  I been on the train on my own a few times
anyway, and with Andrew going too the school didn't mind. Anyway,
when you leave the school gates they say it's not their job to look
after you anyway.

Oh.  Andrew is my age too.  And in my class.  He has black hair
though and brown eyes.  He is more into rugby and cricket than
anything else.  His best subject is maths which is good because I
cheat off him.  He is a bit taller than me.

So we  were so bloody looking forward to it.  We spent ages walking
about (our best walk is around the 1st eleven cricket pitch with
all these tall trees down the edge) and talking all about it.  My
dad was bringing fishing gear and we were planning how to get beer
on.  We decided best thing was to wait till we had the tickets to
Norwich so we could see how much money we had left over, then we
would get beer with the rest and hide it in our suitcases. Andrew
has a ruck-sack which is pretty deep too.  My dad was bringing this
mate of his from the airforce and when they get together they like
to go to the pub so there would definitely be times when we had the
boat to ourselves.  Andrew is a really good mate.  We sometimes get
into trouble, but he's really funny and I know he always sticks up
for me and I do the same.  His parents are pretty rich because his
mum is wealthy.

Anyway, we got the train and everything and went up to London on
it.  We had to cross London on the tube which was a bit hot and
crowded, but we made it without anyone blowing us up.  We had to go
in our school uniforms which was a bit crap but when we got on the
train we got rid of jackets and ties.

My dad was at Norwich to meet us which was a relief.  It was a
pretty long way.  We bought beer like we planned in the station
before the train left, so by the time we got there we had hidden it
pretty well.  We didn't drink any because he would have smelt it.

 My dad had our car there so we got in and went for ages into the
countryside.  Pretty flat.  But when we got to the boathouse hire
place it was pretty cool.  The boat was ancient, but it was home
from home.

The  boat wasn't really all that modern looking, but it had a high
up driving wheel with a roof.  At the front end there was a little
area where you can sit or fish.  There were three sleeping areas.
Andrew and I had the front area with two bunks.  My dad had the
rear cabin with a double bed, and Mike (my dad's mate) had the
double bed in the kitchen.  In the day time it is the seats around
the table.  But you put the table down and it becomes a double bed.

Mike was already there and he had already been to the supermarket.
Dad had made us write a letter home with a list of the stuff we
wanted from the shop.  Andrew and I had spent ages making a long
long list.  We kept adding things to it which was taking the piss a
bit, but Mike had got almost everything we asked for except ice-
cream because the freezer was too small.

My dad had to finish paper work and then the boat man came on and
showed us how to drive the boat.  He took us out in it which was a
bit useless because it's not rocket science and we know anyway.
Made us look like we didn't have a clue.  Anyway.  Soon he got off
and we had the boat to ourselves.  Andrew and I explored while Mike
drove.

Pretty cool actually.  Don't know if you have ever done it, but its
really cool just gliding along scaring ducks and fishermen.  Really
quiet too. Trees going past and lots of open water.  We sat in the
little bit at the front where you can put your hands in the water.
You can also go on the roof anytime, you just have to mind your
head if there are any branches.

Ok anyway.  It got a bit chilly when the sun went down so we
stopped and Andrew and I had the job of jumping onto the bank with
the spikes and the ropes to tie us up for the night.  We did a good
job, as always.  Then my dad cooked supper while me and Andrew and
Mike fished off the side.

Ok, so here's the first thing.

There was like no one around where we stopped.  We saw maybe one
boat go by, but I think everyone was stopping for the night and our
bit of river was empty.  So it was good fishing time.  Mike was
sitting on my left hand side with his rod and Andrew on my left
side.  Mike says to Andy:  "Can you go in and get me a beer, and
get yourselves some coke and crisps." So Andy goes inside.  Then
Mike goes "What's that?" and he points at the deck by my flip-flop.
 I couldn't see anything, but he leans over with his arm beween my
legs and feels around on the deck.  As he comes up his hand brushes
my dick quite slowly through my shorts, like an accident, or like
he was getting his balance.

I didn't think anything of it at the time.

Anyway, we had supper and everything and then Andy and I said
goodnight and we went into our cabin and out onto the front area
where we shared a beer.  I quite like beer but we must have got
strong ones because we got pretty drunk.  After a while we went
back into our cabin but there was a problem.  My bunk sheets and
mattress were soaked with water.  No idea how because it wasn't
leaking I don't think.  So I went back into the kitchen to tell dad
who came in to have a look.  Fortunately he didn't smell the beer.
Mike sticks his head around the corner and goes "He'll have to
sleep on the double bunk with me tonight and we'll dry it out in
the morning."  My dad goes: "Yeah good idea.  Simple solution."

We weren't best pleased as you can imagine.

So I got into my pyjamas in our cabin then went up into the
kitchen.  Andy went to sleep in his bunk but my dad, Mike and I
played cards and they talked about work which was mostly boring.
Plus they kept having other beers so in the end I was asleep when
they woke me up because the bed had to be made up.

Mike made up the bed and my dad said goodnight and went into his
cabin and shut the door.  Mike said I should get in first and go on
the side near the wall.  He turned out the light and I could hear
him taking off his clothes.  When he got into bed with me it was
really weird.  I don't think I moved an inch. It was sort of
embarrassing.  But I went to sleep because I was really tired.

I woke up and it was pitch black.  You couldn't see anything.  The
sheets were right off me.  Don't know where they were.  Plus my
pyjama trousers were around my ankles.  Mike was pulling them off
my ankles.  Soon they had gone too.  So all I had on was my pyjama
top!

I froze.  Didn't know what was going on.  Then I realised I had a
boner and it seemed wet!  I couldn't understand it.  Then I got a
big shock.  Mike sucked it.

I almost jumped out of bed in shock but Mike pinned me down.  He
whispers in my ear.  "Shhhh... keep quiet." And he pushed me back
down.  I was stunned.  The next thing I know is he has his hands
all over me, feeling me all over.  He whispers "You are such a
handsome boy." And feels my neck and face and shoulders and nipples
and stomach.  He goes "You've got a little six pack" and starts
kissing my cheek.  Then his fingers go around my dick and squeeze.
He is going "So, so nice..." as he starts wanking it.  Well its half
wanking half feeling it up, squeezing it and fondling my nuts and
ball bag.  He tries pulling the foreskin back but it is too hard by
then so he leaves off trying and goes back to wanking it.

I didn't know what to do.  I don't know what you would have done
but I couldn't think of anything.  Then he stopped wanking and
started to stroke my face and arms, which was nice.  It was like my
mum does and I usually go to sleep when she does it.  So I sort of
relaxed a bit which is what he wanted I think.  So the next time he
started feeling me all over I sort of liked it.  I know this is
bad, but because I knew he was going to wank me again I was sort of
waiting for it.  And my boner just got harder.  By the time he
touched it again I was so horny it was mad.  He hardly felt it for
like 2 seconds and I cummed.  He was surprised it was sticky.  He
whispers "Did you cum" and I nodded.  "Good boy".

He flips over onto his back and grabs my hand in his and wrapped it
around his dick.  You never felt anything like it in your life.  It
was huge.  And hairy.  I swear it was as thick as my wrist.  And he
wanks it with my hand there under his and he was only a few seconds
and he went all tense and spunked up.  Like really spunked, so it
shot out all over my hand and more.

He let go and just lay there in the dark panting so loud I thought
my dad would hear.

After a while he got a little towel, like a hand towel, and wiped
it up.  He cleaned my hand off too.

I whispered "Can I have my pyjama trousers back?"  And he goes "Not
yet."  Then he rolls over and starts stroking my face again and my
eyelashes and nose and ears.  Then my throat.  He was making me
sleepy again but also horny.  I only woke up just as I was cumming
into his mouth.  He must have been sucking me while I was asleep
and didn't know it.

The next time I woke up it was really weird.  At first I thought I
was back at school, but the colours were wrong.  The sunlight was
bright and with the curtains it made a sort of pinky colour in the
cabin.  Mike was asleep.  I thought I must have been dreaming but
then I noticed that I didn't have my pyjama trousers on.  The
sheets were over me now though so it was better.  I was trying to
figure out how to get out of bed without waking him up so I propped
myself up on my elbows which was a mistake because he woke up.

He goes "Good morning sleepy head" and puts his hand on my chest.
In the light it was so freaky because when it had been dark it was
almost as if it wasn't happening.  So it was so bad when he then
pulls the sheet down so he can see my dick.  This time I could see
him looking at it, and then I saw him reach down and pick it up in
his fingers.  It was soft but it didn't stay soft.  When it was
fully hard he kept fondling it but he said "Look at me" because I
was looking at the wall.  He turned my face to look at him in the
eyes as he played with my dick.  "This young boy seems to like
having his dick stroked." He says looking right into my eyes.  I
tried to look away but he kept turning my face back, so I was
looking at him as I got to the point of no return and arched my
back and came again in two sort of  throbs.

It was so bloody weird to see my white cum and his big hand on my
dick.

Then he pulled down the sheet on his side and I saw his dick
properly.  Bloody massive and really really hairy.  He put his hand
behind my neck and pulled me down towards it, I thought it was to
make me take a good look but he goes: "Suck it."  He is pressing
against my head and it bangs against my lips and nose.  "Go on,
open up."

Right then, my dad came in.  You never saw anything move so fast.
Mike whipped the sheets up over us and pretended to be wrestling
with me.  He says loudly:  "This ones a real wriggler" and my dad
just laughs.  He hasn't seen anything because he doesn't have his
glasses on and he is looking for the kettle to make tea.

While my dad made tea mike chatted with him but when his back was
turned he kept wanking me under the sheet.  When my dad had made us
all tea he took a mug down to Andy and then went back to his cabin
to drink his.  Mike made me suck him after all, which was really
risky and all I can say is thank god for a cup of tea after.

My mattress dried out on the deck all day so it was ok by night
time, but Andy's had got wet this time.

Well, that's how it started but I better stop because I don't know
if anyone will bother reading this anyway.

If you do read it let me know please:  leesmith@hushmail.com