Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2008 09:56:44 EDT
From: Andichan@aol.com
Subject: A Little Bit of History III

Thank you for all the feedback received.

All the normal disclaimers apply so please be cautious of reading this if
it's illegal where you live as it contains graphic accounts of sexual
activity between underage boys.

This is a true account and only names have been changed to spare
blushes. I've no wish to embarrass or offend anyone.

Anyone who can deliver `incentives' are especially welcome however don't
get into trouble please.  Boy's feet and stuff would be appreciated.

Thanks to all of you!

andichan@aol.com

Ian disappeared one way to get his bus. I watched him as he sprinted out of
sight, pausing briefly to wave as he disappeared over the brow of the hill.

I pushed my bike back onto the road. Most of the kids from school had
passed and I was aware that if I didn't get back smartish, questions would
be asked as to my late arrival home.

The hormone rush had passed and my bravado likewise.

Fortunately nothing was said. No telephone calls from school enquiring
about my state of health and my casual apology for my late arrival, waved
away almost without comment.

"I'm going on up to get homework out of the way mum."

"That's fine dear. Dinner won't be for an hour or so."

Because I'd missed the afternoon classes, I didn't have any homework to
do. I'd collect a double-dose tomorrow but then I'd have all weekend to
sort it.

I lay out on my bed and thought about the afternoons' events. My dick
started to react and I groaned out load.

"Oh not now fella!"

I must have nodded off as the next thing I heard was my mum banging on my
bedroom door.

"Telephone call for you Andy! Think he said his name was Ian."

[`Telephones' as they were referred to in those days were rubbish. Solid
copper wire, massive Bakelite units that took a fork-lift to install and a
voice quality that made everyone sound like a frog.]

"Hi Andy. It's Ian here. Just wanted to see if you're ok?"

"That's a good question! I'm how do you say ---"

"Being listened to?"

"Quite possibly! Yes!"

"Otherwise `ok'!"

"Never better!"

"The reason for the call, - and I was going to say tomorrow, - the regatta
is on all weekend and I was going to go and my mum said that it would be ok
if you wanted to go as well. You could stay over at my house if you wanted
and do the two days. That's why I called, - so you could quiz your mum and
dad before tomorrow. What do you think? Fancy `it'!!"

"Ooo yes! Regatta sounds good too!"

Ian collapsed in a giggling fit!

"Talk to you tomorrow, alright? I'm getting hyperventilation about the cost
of the call! See ya!"

"Who was that dear? One of your school friends? Must be doing ok if they
can afford a telephone?"

"Oh yes mum. My friend Ian! He lives in Ensham not far from where we
were. He's asked me over for the weekend to watch the regatta. I can stay
over as well on Saturday so we can see both the days. His mum wanted you to
have time to think about it before school tomorrow!"

"I'll talk to your father tonight but I think it's really nice and I cannot
think of any good reason why not."

At breakfast the following morning my father announced that he'd given his
seal of approval on the weekend.

"We've business with the Hillier's. Good people! I will, of course have to
confirm this with Mr and Mrs Hillier?"

"I understand dad but I wanted to give a reply today so they know to expect
me or not."

That was a cleaver move on my part! My father positively beamed!

"Well done Andrew! Yes! Well done my boy! Finally learning consideration
for your elders! I will telephone Mr Hillier now!"

Dad stomped of down the hallway, muttering to him self, "Yes! Bloody well
done that boy!"

A Few moments later he returned, - again with a smile on his face.

"Permission granted Andrew. Also I will deliver you and collect you Sunday
evening by car. Mr Hillier has some business he wishes to discuss with me!
A very good connection! Have a good weekend and make damned sure you
behave. Is that fully understood young man?"

"Yes sir. Fully understood!"

I got up from the table and uncharacteristically, my dad slapped me on the
back!

"Enjoy son! Enjoy!"

"I'm sure I will dad. I'll be good I promise."

Now for my father to run me anywhere by car was almost unheard
of. Sometimes I wondered that he would let me cycle to the accident
department at hospital with a broken leg rather than take me!

I sure I'm not doing the man justice as I knew he loved me but austere
times bred austere people. Dad struggled hard and worked his arse off to
give us a comfortable home. This was so unbelievable! I'm not sure whether
I was more taken with the prospect of the weekend or seeing a small chink
in my fathers armour!

Never the less.

I positively raced to school the following morning.

Ian was waiting at the bike shed for me.

"It's all ok for tomorrow then? I heard my dad talking to yours on the
telephone! I think they're going to talk about business or something?"

"Yeah!" I replied "Not sure about what but he was really ok with me coming
over tomorrow! I am so exited!"

"Would you be even more exited if I told you that my dad wanted to bring
their meeting forward to tonight so your dad to meet with the other
business partners? Mum says you can come over so we can have all weekend
together!"



Concentration on school work was somewhat difficult that day! I just wanted
the bell to ring and get the hell home!

I peddled like shit and made it all the way up the big hill without having
to get off! -- Home in record time!

My bag was packed and waiting at the door on my arrival. My father's car on
the driveway.

"Go have a quick wash son. Need to go in ten or so. Ok?"

A fast wash and a change of clothes and we were off! My father's old Morris
Minor chattering along at maximum speed, -- some fifty miles per hour.

"Just remember son, - behave yourself and do as you're told. This is a big
policy for me to secure and I don't want you to get up to your' antics in
Mr Hillier's house! Am I understood!?

I looked into my fathers eyes and nodded.

"Dad, I'll be on my best behaviour all the time. I promise! I won't let you
down."

My dad smiled and drove on. "Just thought I'd mention it Andy. Here you go,
my boy! Five pounds and have a good regatta!"

Five whole pounds!!

I'd never seen so much money in all of my life!

My mum and dad gave me pocket money in return for work mainly in the
garden, mowing the grass and such but the income rarely exceeded ten
shillings. (£0.50p).

Five whole pounds!! Ten times the maximum amount! I was sooo very rich!

"I'll be good dad, I promise! Thanks for the money, Dad, - are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure son. Just be well behaved as I asked, ok?"

Mr and Mrs Hillier were rather more `relaxed' than my parents, - welcoming
me into their house as if they'd known me for ever. Dad went with Mr
Hillier into an anti-room to talk business and Ian was down the stairs like
a shot.

"Come on upstairs Andy! I'll show you my room!"

Mrs Hillier called after us. "Let Andrew have a cold drink first Ian! Where
are your manners!!"

"Sorry mum! I forgot. You want some lemonade before we go up? You know what
they're like, - might be a good idea!"

"Ok with me." I replied.

"Thanks mum. That'd be good!"

Our thanks given and drink taken up to Ian's room.

Nothing special, - a large ¾ size double bed and a camping bed with sheets
and blankets on the other side of the room, - a chest of draws and a
wardrobe, a bedside table and a lamp by the big bed and that was it.

Remember this is still austerity times. A car was a status symbol as was a
`phone. A TV was for really rich people, - black and white, - grainy and
took ten minutes to heat up. I remember the programmes on the BBC started
with an hour of kids stuff at 5 o'clock, news at six for 30 minutes and all
programmes finished at ten o'clock in the evening.

All news readers spoke with the `Kings English' accent and the dress code
was posh suits and `Brilcreamed' slicked back hair. (Kids call it gel now
except they use it to get hair to stand vertically as apposed to the
`horizontal fashion' of the day.)

"Big room, Ian! Really nice! Mine's less that half of this!"

"Half of `this'! or half of that!?"

Ian grabbed me gently between the legs, - groping me seductively."

"Jesus Ian! You can have all of both this and that but let me settle in
first! Bugger it, - one tiny touch from you and I'm bloody hard as hell!"

Ian giggled and felt himself up a touch. "Going to be a very hard weekend,
huh?"

I blushed all though I have no idea why -- after all, we both knew exactly
what we wanted!

"Well maybe now isn't a good time anyway. Mum's for ever wandering around
the house and whilst she never normally comes in here, well she might just
hear something! Wanna go down to the river?"

Tem minutes later we were walking along the promenade. Many of the teams
were out on the water getting in some practice for the weekends racing.

The weather was hot and sunny, - for England, - very hot. Ian peeled off
his tee shirt exposing his top half to the sun, - and me. I could feel the
all to familiar stirrings in my shorts.

Ian was very fair skinned, - unusual for someone with dark hair. His body
of average build, definitely not fat, nor skinny, - just average. Nicely
defined pecs and sticky-out nipples. I had to swallow hard, conscious that
I was in danger of dribbling! I pulled my shirt off, more for something to
take my randy little mind off sex than to cool down.

"You've got a good tan Andy. I just go red and the next morning it's
gone. Life isn't fair sometimes!"

"Never mind. You've got a great body for all that."

Ian stopped and looked at me. "Do you really think so?"

I blushed again. "Umm, well yes I do really think so. Don't get it burnt
will you otherwise I won't be able to play with it later!"

We both of us laughed it this and it served to relax the `sexual field'
that surrounded us albeit temporarily. The conversation continued in the
same vein.

"What part of my body are you going to play with first!"

"I was thinking about your left ear but I haven't fully decided yet! I was
contemplating your right foot earlier but the possibilities are endless so
you'll have to leave that one with me."

"How can I leave my right foot with you! It's sort of permanently attached
to my leg?"

"Well maybe you have to leave that as well!"

"What about my bum. My leg joins that and some other incidental bits and
pieces!"

"Ok. If you really insist, I'll take them as well but Lord knows what I can
do with them!"

"You've got a fertile imagination Andy, I'm sure you'll think of something
you naughty boy!"

This idiotic line of chat continued until we reached the boat house where
we were stopped by two large muscular boys wearing white trousers and blue
blazers, - a badge with `steward' written on them prominently displayed on
their right lapel.

"Which team are you with lads?" One of the boys asked.

"We're not. Just here to watch the racing over the weekend."

"Well this is as far as you go boys. Crews and teams only passed this
point. Sorry."

Oh well!

We wandered back the way we came, along the riverbank and onto the
promenade. The sun was not so intense now and the crowds were thinning.

Ian turned to me,

"Let's go home and get a bite to eat. I'm starting to get chilly."

"Ok then but I'm still hot!"

Ian looked at me and then at my shorts. "Woo boy! You need something inside
you!!"

That did it for me. I nearly had a heart attack with laughing!

Ian was still doubling up with his unintended play on words!

He took some time to calm down. "Oh man! That was so funny! Shit! I never
laugh at my own jokes but it just slipped out!"

"Better not later tonight Ian! -- Slip out you know?!"

That was the final straw! We both fell into the grass and cried with
laughter, almost hysterical!

We both knew where we were going but too inexperienced to just utter the
words, - ashamed, I guess that we might actually be, OH MY GOD! HOMO!

Obviously nothing was said about this as we walked back.

It was just `fun'. A bit `of a giggle'!

Gay? What was that?

I looked at girls and fancied them but when they didn't even want to hold
hands, - and me being totally unused to these `strange but sexy' species,
gave up on the thought that they too, might find sex attractive and fun!

My dates included spending lots of hard earned cash on bus rides, cinema
trips, a cold kiss and a promise of a future date missed or declined.

My Ian was as totally horny as I was! He just wanted to get into my shorts
and I wasn't about to stop him.

Kindred spirits.

Lost in our own lust for sex but not knowing how to get `it on' with girls.

We got it off with each other.

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I was going to call a halt here however I remember more as the memories are
penned. I really hope it's not too tedious. Please feed back and let me
know.

Any feedback will be replied to. Any inspiration accepted. I've a thing for
boys feet but anything, - so long as your not going to get into trouble, -
would be good.

Thanks again for the feedback.

andichan@aol.com