Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2003 08:46:30 -0000 From: Charlie Smith Subject: The Grass is Always Greener 2 The Grass is Always Greener. Chapter 2: Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy that takes place in the present and the past. It never happened. This story contains sex between males of all ages. The author does not encourage sex between adults and children. If you are under the age of 18 or do not approve of gay sex, or the subject matter is not legal in the area you reside, please do not read further. The author welcomes constructive criticism. I answer all emails. As usual all flames will be ignored...Please direct your comments to. charliesmith31@hotmail.com Copyright Notice: This story is the copyright of author. March 2003. You may distribute or copy this story however you like. PRIVIDED that this copyright notice remains intact. A special thank you goes out to my good friend Kelly, for his help without whom this story would be a lot harder and less pleasurable to read. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, The next day, Boxing Day, I was dragged round the shops with my mum, as it was the sales. Everyone looked so big from down here. I looked up into the sky, 'you have a lot to answer for Peter.' I'd left Jack in bed, I remember waking up to see him lent on his left elbow looking at me. "What?" "Was that a dream I had last night or did you say that you were fifty-nine going on sixty?" "It was no dream Jack, I said just that." "Fucking hell!" "Yeah tell me about it. Can I ask you a question Jack?" "Yeah of course you can." "Well, when we were at Aunty Gladys's yesterday. Why were you giving Fletch the evil eye?" "Oh, you noticed that did you?" "Yeah I did, couldn't miss it." "When you were born, Mum had you at home and I went to stay with Aunty Gladys and uncle Norman. I had to sleep in the same bed as Fletch, and he abused me every night. He would put his hand into my pj pants and play about with me. I hated it, he also put his penis between my legs till he shot his load." "You mean like you do to me?" "Oh shit yeah sorry, I'll stop if you want me to." "No that's ok ,Jack I like it." "Good, but I was only five Harry, and I didn't want him to do anything to you, I love you." He said going bright red. I climbed over him to get out of bed, I was busting for a pee. "Where you going?" He said holding on to me. "I have to go down I'm bursting for a piss." "You don't have to go down, we have a potty under the bed for when we wake up in the night." "I can't use that, haven't used one of those in years, we all have inside toilets nowadays." "We're in 1952 now Harry, not...erm.. 2002, that was then this is now, and now we don't have an inside loo." "I will use it when I need to go in the night, but I'm going down to use the outside toilet now ok!" "Yeah ok, before you go though, I like you now Harry." Oh shit, have I changed things again? Sorry Peter. I was lay on his front, my little cock was poking his inie belly button, and his cock was poking through my legs. He leaned in and kissed my cheek. I kissed him back, but this time on the lips. His eyes popped open wider with that. "If you don't want me to pee into your belly button Jack you'll have to let me go. I like you too now as well." He let me go with a laugh. I got some clean clothes and took them to the bathroom to wash and get dressed. I then rushed down stairs past dad reading his paper and out to the toilet. When I got back dad had pored me a cup of tea, with milk and sugar. Shit. "Can I have it without milk and sugar Dad please?" "What do you want to drink it like that for?" "It's supposed to be good for you like that, supposed to give you an appetite, it seemed to work yesterday didn't it?" "Yes it did, I can't argue with that." He also made me eggs and bacon. I was sat at the table when mum came down. She looked shocked when she saw me at the table enjoying my breakfast. "My word you eating breakfast again?" "Mm, yeah I am, I like eggs and bacon now Mum." "Your dressed too!" "Yep." "And you've got clean clothes on, where's your clothes from yesterday?" "They're up stairs, why?" "Why? You don't have that many clothes that you can have clean clothes on every day that's why, now go and put yesterdays clothes on when you've finished your breakfast." Jack had a good laugh when I told him. "How poor are we Jack?" "It's not that we're very poor, it's just that Mum can't handle money, they both go out to work full time, so we have two wages coming in." "Mm, right I'll have to see how I can help her without her noticing." When I got back down stairs mum had her coat on. "Come on Harry, I want to catch the next bus." "Bus? Why, where we going?" "We're going into town for the sales." Oh, did I tell you? We live in a Manchester suburb, Salford for anyone who wants to know, and the town is the City centre of Manchester. Hehe, nope there was no gay village then, and no Canal Street! "Do I have to come with you? Can't I stay with Dad?" Dad looked up from his paper. "You always come with me Harry!" "Well I don't want to come with you this time ok?" "What would you like to buy, any comic books you'd like to look at?" "Books, did you say books?" "Yes I did, thought that would get you." She said with a smile. I wonder what books there are, I wonder if there'll be any books on acting. I'd have to make sure we went into a bookshop. It was a clear sunny frosty day. These fucking short trousers again. The buses were all packed and I had to sit on my mum's knee most of the way. It was strange looking at all the cute boys, there was one youth in a pair of jeans that was on a level with my eyes. Every time the bus bounced about his cock bounced too, making my little penis hard. I saw him looking down at me, he'd look down to my legs too, maybe my short pants were ok after all. When our eyes met he looked away. When we got off the bus we had quite a walk to the first store. It was murder from down here bumping into every ones bags and parcels. I told mum that I needed to go to the toilet. The store must have been the top store in town, the gent's loo was all very posh, and it also looked very Victorian. It had one long urinal not the individual urinals like they are....in 2002. When I went in there was a man of about fifty having a pee, I walked up next to him and got my penis out of my trouser leg to have a pee. I noticed him watching me. I then thought I'd have a bit of fun with him. I pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go while I was peeing I looked at him and smiled. He was mesmerised with me, he slowly looked up to my face and smiled back. I'm starting to enjoy being nine again. I finished peeing put it all away and turned to go back to my mum. "Bye," he said. "Bye." I said back with a sexy smile. My mum and me then went to look round the book department. There were lots of books on acting. But not one that was the right price. I then picked a book up that was all about Laurence Olivier. I asked mum if I could have it. "What on earth do you want a book like that for?" "I want to read about acting Mum, you know how you're always asking me if I want to play a musical instrument, well I'd like to go to drama class and act." "Drama class? Oh my god, yes, yes that would be alright, are you sure you'd like to go?" She said beaming. Great that went much better than I expected. "Mum, where will I go to drama class, do you know any near where we live?" "No I don't I'll certainly find out though, Mrs Walker next door will know, she knows everything." Mrs Walker did know, she told my mum that there was a lady, a Mrs Bruce that took drama classes and stuff like that. She gave mum the address and then we went to see her. Mum knocked on the door, the lady that answered it was small and fat she stood about 5ft. Her hair was tied back in a bun that made her look even older. "Yes how my I help you?" She said. "I have been told that you run a drama class." Mum replied. "Oh yes I do, come in." We then stepped into what must have been the oldest house in the area. It was all very Victorian, it had hardly changed since that time. "Before we start to talk about the drama would you like a drink?" "Oh you please, we'll have a cup of tea, milk two sugars." "I don't want any tea if that's ok, can I have a drink of milk please?" "Yes of course you can, good choice for a budding actor, tea stains the teeth milks good for them." She came back a few minutes later with our drinks. "So you want to be an actor?" She said looking at me. "Yes I do." "Ok, lets see what we've got to work with, stand up...what's your name?" "Harry, Harry Collins." "Ok then Harry stand up please." I stood up, she then started to prod and poke at my body, she felt all over it. "Well that seems to be ok, what sort of actor do you want to be? A film actor or a stage actor?" What a thing to ask a nine year old. At fifty-nine it still flummoxed me. "I don't know, I hadn't given it any thought really." "Ok, we'll start at the beginning and work up. The first thing we need to do is to change the way you speak. You will need to come here twice a week." She said looking at my mum. "How much will that be?" "Two shillings and sixpence per visit, that's five shillings per week, will that be alright? "Yes that will be fine. What days does he have to come?" "Now that's going to be a little difficult, as I'm directing a play. We're called the 'Winton Players' and we're doing Shakespeare's Scottish play." (Winton is the area where she lived) "Oh you mean MacBeth?" I said. Mum gave me a look, "how do you know about that play?" "Oh, I don't know now." Pew that was a close one. "Harry, never never say that name again, its such bad luck." "Oh sorry." She smiled at my embarrassment. "You have a lot to learn young man." She went over to her diary. "I can manage Tuesdays and Thursdays, as I'm busy with the play the rest of the week, will that be alright?" "Yes that will be fine." "Will I be able to come to see the rehearsals?" "Yes of course you will, it's up to your Mother." She said looking at my Mum. "I don't see any problems with that. When will it be convenient for him to come?" "All the players have worked very hard over the last few weeks so I've given them time off for the Christmas holiday, I'm also having a break, so we'll say the first Tuesday in the new year shall we? And you Harry can come to rehearsals on the first Monday, if you wish if your Mother says it's alright." "I don't see why not." My Mum said looking at me then back to Mrs Bruce. "We are doing some sketches for the Queens coronation in June, If you would like to take this list with you you can pick a sketch out of this list, you will be stood on the stage on your own reciting one off the list, when you decide which one you'd like to do, you'll have to learn it off buy hart." She said giving me a list of sketches and monologues. "We'll go through the one you pick when you come and see me again." "Yeah that would be great thanks." I said with a smile. "You're a very pretty boy, you should make a good looking actor, we'll also have to talk about diet and exercise too." When I got back home I went through the list of sketches and monologues that Mrs Bruce had given me. I found one of my dad's favourite monologues, 'The Lion and Albert'. I couldn't wait till I went round to see Mrs Bruce. So I went and asked Mum if I could go now, before tea, then I could start to learn my lines. "Of course you can, but take Jack with you. I don't want you walking the streets, there are to many strange men about." Jack was not best pleased to escort me, and he made it obvious. "I don't see why I have to come with you, you're old enough to look after your self." "Jack, I know that, you know that, but Mum doesn't know that, and give over fucking grumbling." "Stop using that 'F' word on me will you, I'm not use to it Harry." "Well you'd better get fucking use to it." I said with a smile. That even got a smile out of him. "You know Jack, you're good looking when you smile, but when you scowl, you're fucking ugly." By this time we were at Mrs Bruce's house. I rang the doorbell again. "My what on earth do you want again Harry? And who's this handsome young man with you?" "I wanted to know if I could have the words to The Lion and Albert? And this is Jack my older brother." I said as she showed us into the house again. "You're a handsome young man Jack, you wouldn't like to join my band of players too would you?" "Oh, no thank you, I'm not interested like Harry is, I play the violin!" "Oh well never mind, I just thought I'd ask, we can always use more handsome men like you." Jack was looking around the room it looked like we were in the 'Adams Family' house. "My word you are keen, of course, you mean the script. Not the words." She said with a smile. I'll just get you both a drink of milk then I'll go and look for it." With that she brought our milk and went looking for it. Twenty minutes later she brought it out, it was a little yellow to say the least, and full of dust. She brushed all the dust off then gave it to me. "When you start to learn the lines Harry, you must speak out loud, not in your mind, you've got to start to read well out loud. Go somewhere where it's quiet if you can, you should have no distractions at all." "Oh, right, thank you Mrs Bruce." She then showed us out. As soon as the door shut, Jack said, "Thank you Mrs Bruce." In a joking manner. "Fuck off you ugly twat." I replied. He started to tickle me, I then took off running, and I ran so fast that it surprised me. He couldn't keep up with me. We were soon out of breath though, so we just stood there with our hands on our knees panting and laughing. We walked back, Jack's arm was on my shoulder and my arm was round his waist. "So what's it like in the year 2002, do you drive space ships in stead of cars?" "No nothing like that, though there are space ships, satellites, and space stations and such. They went to the moon in 1969." "Wow, they went to the moon?" He said looking up into the sky at the full moon that had just come up. We went into the house laughing, much to Mum's surprise. "You two look like you're having a good time, did you get it Harry?" "Yep I did." I said as I got it out from under my jumper. "I've got to read it on my own somewhere quiet, and I've got to read it out loud too." "Oh that's good." That night I went to bed early saying I was tired so that I could read my script. I was still reading in the light in the middle of the room, which was not easy, when Jack came in. "Fuck, you still reading that?" "Yeah I am, and I'm enjoying it too." He sat on the side of the bed taking his pants off. Then his shirt came off, he then got in bed and cuddled up to me after turning the light off. He was fucking freezing. "Shit Jack, you're freezing, fuck off up there?" He started to tickle me again, he knew just where I was ticklish the most. I managed to put my scrip under my pillow before I tickled him back. I some how managed to end up on top of him. I couldn't see his face but I could see the outline of his head. I kissed him on the lips, he was shocked again, but kissed back this time. I kissed my way down to his left nipple, then went over to his right. He was squirming about. "Oh shit Harry, where did you learn to do that?" "As Al Jolson said, sit back you ain't seen nothing yet." I slowly went down to his pubes, there weren't many there but he did have some. I could tell he'd not had a bath for a while. He smelt strong and musty. He was hard as you'd expect. I took his penis in my hand as he gasped. I slowly pulled back his foreskin. It slid back easily, I licked the very tip with my tongue. Then swirled it round and round and round. I paid particular attention to his piss slit. I could tell from experience that he wouldn't last long, so I slid down on it till I'd got as much of it into my small mouth as I could take. Being nine that was not as much as I could take at fifty nine. I then started to suck, I played with his hairless balls at the same time. They were a fair size for his age too. I felt him start to try to fuck my mouth, I knew he was almost there so I stopped sucking and moved up to the head. Just as he blasted in to my mouth, I tried to swallow as fast as he unloaded, but I couldn't keep up with him as he was shooting so much. Quite a bit dribbled out of the side of my mouth. His bucking slowly started to slow down. I let his limp dick out of my mouth. "Fuck Harry, I don't know what to say." "So don't say anything then." I said as I kissed him with some of his cum still in my mouth. "Yeah don't say anything Jack, just do the same to me, I won't shoot though, so you won't have to swallow any of my cum like I had to." I said as we broke the kiss. "Err, what's that taste? It's horrible." "That's your cum Jack, you shot into my mouth." "Err, how could you swallow that?" "Oh it's ok, you get used to it, it's an acquired taste, like drinking beer." "Well I don't think I could ever get used to that taste." "Jack, stop talking and do me." "I'm...I'm, not sure I can do that Harry." "I'll put it like this then, Jack, did you like that just now?" "Yeah I did, I thought it was great." "Ok then, if you want me to do it again you'll have to do me, ok?" "Yeah ok then." He slipped down the bed under the covers, he didn't need to get me hard, as I was as stiff as a board. He giggled as he took hold of it, he held it in his finger and thumb, just rolling it round, he let go and started to feel my small balls. He rolled those around in his fingers too. He went back to my little dickey, shit it may have only been small but it still had all the feeling a full-grown cock did. He started to pull my foreskin back, but it wouldn't go back all the way. He was also a bit heavy handed too. "Gentle, Jack, don't pull it so hard, it won't come back all the way like yours will?" "Oh, sorry." He went back and fourth from my dick and balls. He bent down and swiped the tip with his tongue. He put the tip into his mouth swirling his tongue round it just like I had done to him. Shit it was good. He did the same with my piss slit too. Then my body was wracked by a dry orgasm, I was bouncing about so much that it must have been difficult for him to keep it in his mouth, but he did. I had quite forgotten how good a dry orgasm was. "God, Jack, you've done that before haven't you?" "NO, I haven't, I don't think I could do that to anyone else but you Harry, I love you Harry, I love you." "Mmm, I love you too Jack." We then fell into a good deep sleep with me on top of him with my head on his chest, and his arms wrapped round me. To be continued...