Date: Wed, 28 Apr 2004 02:59:21 +0100 From: Ged McDonagh Subject: Discovery - Chapter One, The story below is a work of fiction. It may contain erotic or sexually explicit behaviour between males. If you find this offensive or are too young to read it, please exit. The author reserves all copyright privileges. This work may not be reproduced, except for personal use, without permission. Written by Andrew Farrell Discovery Chapter 1 The first time when I actually knew about man on man sex was when I was 17; my parent would not allow me to watch a lot of television. They would rather have me study or play sport any sport, just as long as I did not mope around the house doing nothing all night. Do not get me wrong if I had asked about it they would have told me, but what I did not know did not hurt. I should also explain that I am an only child, whom came late in their lives. My mum said I was a miracle as she was 45 and my dad was 47. They had given up hope long ago when I was conceived. I never wanted for anything, but what ever I needed, I did not have to ask for either. I had chores to do as well and I had to earn my pocket money My dad was mining engineering consultant, who travelled all over the world, and my mum went with him, organising him; assisting in typing documents and report. Just before I was born, my dads' eldest brother Albert wrote to him saying, with a baby coming along now. He needed to settle down in one place and come home. If he wanted, there is a farm for sale. In the sale was a large amount of land along with the farm at the far end was a pub, near to the village. That had a lot of potential, the owner had just died and his wife did not want either of them. She had, had enough of village life and wanted to live near her sister in town. My dad is one of twelve siblings, and my mum is one of eight and they all have three or four kids and live within an hours drive. They had a lot of support, when they came back to Staffordshire. My parents were raised on a farmland. My dad detested the way of life. He hated the thought of farming again, that why he chose engineering, but quite liked the idea of being a publican. Yet mum said it was the other way round for her. Also at the time the company my dad worked for were making redundancies he was on a good salary even back in the 1980's, but he got a good enough package off the company and what they had saved over the years to buy the farm and the village pub. My parent moved in 6 weeks before I was born, Uncle Albert sent his eldest son Al and my dad's youngest brother Rob to help as it was just before Christmas he could manage his farm without them. My uncle Rob who went to Agriculture College had spent years trying to get Uncle Albert to change his farming methods. Nevertheless, as the eldest Uncle Albert was maintaining the farming tradition and would not hear of any changes. Uncle Rob however saw an opportunity to leave the family farm convinced my dad to let him manage the farm. He also wanted to get away from the family, without being judged. The farm had three terraced cottages, each had three bedrooms in We lived at one end and Uncle Rob moved into the other end, and the middle one was used when family came over to visit. It did seem permanently occupied when I was growing up. My parents left Uncle Rob to the farm and he brought it on leaps and bounds after years of disrepair, I would help during the school holidays and at weekends, he had other cousin's help when needed. Even my uncle Albert was impressed with some of his ideas. However, the pub changes the most. As it was on the edge of the village, there was a lot of land available. Almost 2 acres of land for development. How it started to change was, that my mum loves gardening and she always felt that in the summer, people would prefer to drink outside and not be coop up in a hot stuffy bar. My mum started to landscaped part of the land bit by bit. Until one day a young couple came in and ask if the could hold their wedding reception in the gardens. This lead to a marquee, then to a small function room, next thing an extension on to that and before they new it there is now two function rooms that can cater for 450 people and 40 bedrooms. Moreover, the parties end up joining in the summer in the garden. At first, the villager complained about it, but as this brought money into the village not too many of them are complaining now. Even though, it is weekend trade only. It also gives the young people like me something to do at the weekends in the village and their parents know what they are up to. This has happened over the last eighteen years. The first 2 weeks of December we usually go on holiday because it is quiet at this time for my parent to have a break, but as I am in the middle of my A' Level mock exams. I could not go; I actually did not want to go. It can get a bit embarrassing when they people talk to my parents about their grandson whilst on holiday. Yet, I have never felt that my parents were old, strict yes but old never. If we went to places like Alton towers, they were the first ones on the rides. Even now in their sixties, they are still like this. This was also the first time my parents went away without me, I know this sounds silly but one month off eighteen, my mother rang me 3 times and that was just before she got on the plane. I could hear my dad complaining in the background. What was even worse we had the same conversation 3 times as well. I wish you were coming with us. Mum I cannot my grades are more important this year than any. If you want me to go to university, I have to stay. Yes, Yes I know she replied. Mum, I will be all right. Uncle Robs is here. I am at school all day and I will eat in the pub at night with Aunt Betsy so what is going to happen. If anything does happen, I will phone Uncle Albert and Aunty Margaret or even I could Phone Uncle James. This is my Mums' youngest brother and a Squadron leader in the Royal Air force. Oh would you do that. Somehow I knew that would please her and she relayed this to my dad. I could hear my dad Mary leave the boy alone leave him be and let's enjoy ourselves. And to help to relieve the situation I said you could tell that grumpy old bastard I will miss him as well. Andrew Iain Mulligan, I have brought you better than that, too use that kind of language. Oh, shit! I said. Are you intending dig a hole bigger enough for join us on holiday? Ah! No dad! Sorry! It was to help mum. I could hear my mum in the background, why what has happened, what is wrong with Andy The next thing he said was anyway who, are you calling old. Well actually you. I will tell you this now my lad. I am now or will never be old, maybe aged but never old my dear boy your mother maybe but me never. Ok Dad, Again enjoy your holiday, but I am unplugging the phones and switching my mobile off until tomorrow. Love you both. That was on a Wednesday evening. By the Friday, I actually missed my parents being around. As it was almost 16:30 in the afternoon, I finished off my homework then went for a shower before going to have dinner down at the pub. I put the shower on to warm up, and went to my bedroom to strip off my clothing. As I was the only one in the house, I could walk around naked which I did. I was half between my bedroom and the bathroom when the telephone started to ring. This made me jump and put me in a panic. I ran back to my bedroom to find a bathrobe to put on to answer the telephone, but could not find it in my haste. Then I realised, what am I worrying about I can answer the phone in nude, there not in, so it did not matter how I was dressed. However, by the time I reach the phone it had gone dead. I went to shower. All I can remember was on how great the warm water felt against my smooth chest and back. How the water felt running down my crack and on my cock. Which started to twitch? Somehow rubbing soap into your body causes that sensual feeling. Washing under my arms and over my pecs. Slowly moving down to my almost washboard stomach. Moving even slower, down my thick blond treasure trail leading to my bush of pubic hair. Trying not to touch my cock, I moved to my inner thigh, under my hairy ball sac. These heighten the feeling even more. I leaned against the back wall of the shower. I moved my hand and soap to wash my stiffened cock now standing straight out. At first very slowly first, cleaning my cock, pulling the foreskin back making sure my head was also clean, I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling, pumping harder and harder, my breathing became more shallow, with my left hand I massaging my balls. I moaned slightly, starting pump harder. I was just about to climax When I heard You will go blind doing that. What, Oh shit Uncle Rob. I slipped landing on my arse, spurting my boy juice everywhere. As embarrassed as I was, Uncle Rob started to make fun. At least at first I thought so. Jesus Andy, you must have been horny. God if I was not your uncle I would fuck you right here right now. That was hot, watching you and a monster that size you will make someone happy one day. I think I will remember this one for a long time to come Uncle Rob that is gross. Get out of here. Hold on a minute how long were you watching. He smiled long enough to enjoy it, but do not worry all men do it son, its good and healthy. Even Patrick and I still have ago. Patrick is a doctor in Birmingham who lives with Uncle Rob and has done so for many a year now. I could hear Uncle Rob taking a piss. So whilst cleaning myself off again I said "What you have seen Patrick doing it" Of course, I have seen Patrick taking a wank What! He let you watch him. Of course! We have done a lot more than that together. What you and Patrick, nah you are teasing. I got out the shower to dry off Andy you cannot be that naive. You must know that Patrick and I are lovers No why should I know. Mum & dad have always told me that you met a college and are just good friends and like each other's company and that is why you live in the same house. Why would a question what they tell me. Are you kidding me, you mean you never knew I was gay. Think about it Andy we went to different colleges. Patrick went to medical school, where did I go No, I am not kidding, my parents would not lie to me, I am sure of it. Come on you had better get dressed. Slightly irritated with me. If we are late, your Aunt Betsy will kill us. I finished dressing and in the car for the half mile trip to the pub Uncle Rob how do you and Patrick make love. I have seen the sex education videos at school so I know how a man and woman do it but how do two men do it. You are freaking me out, Andy are you ok about me being gay? Because if you are not it is something you alone have to deal with. I can help you understand. However, not now, we will talk later after supper when Patrick gets here. Ok I think so, I honestly I do not know. You ain't goner saying anything on what you saw are you. Why would I do that, maybe Patrick? NO, you wouldn't would you. Oh by the way! Why? I came into the house. Your mother rang to see how you were, but got no reply. She thought you had not plug the phones back in so she called me. She will ring later.