Date: Thu, 31 May 2001 15:17:41 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: Around The Sun To Meet The Moon  Chapters 1-5

This is a story made up of man and boy sexual experiences told through the
eyes of a child growing up in a life that was sexually orientated. If this
sort of story offends or upsets you in any way please go back to where you
were and try again,

In some countries descriptions and the physical act told in here are
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without my permission.

Names have been changed to prevent any similarities being within. Many
thanks to all emails I have received. Again Flames will be ignored and
burnt down but comments to shaksbeer@ureach.com are welcome.

		     Around the Sun to Meet the Moon.

	The story you will read I have put in the best order I can. It
contains the deep loves and Pain that someone went through to live a life
that by today's standards was not normal. Some incidents have changed but
for better or worse? I let you decide. You might not believe this but I am
forty and I have had to deal withal different emotions while writing
this. I am sorry Paul. Sitting at my typewriter, remembering, listening to
music in the background has made this easier to do, but life has been far
from simple...
	Do you know the earliest memory from the most precious time in your
life, childhood that is. Me, well it was when I was four years old. My Mum
was a great cook and from when I was born all I wanted to do was cook. I
wanted to make the wonderful things she did. Mum was prim and proper and
made sure I could read before I started school when I was five. Well not
only could I do that but I could read which made her very proud and
happy. One of the firsts things she did was to teach me that boys and girls
were different -girls had vaginas and boys had penises. "You must never
call them anything different. That was drummed into me from day one. Hey I
was not jus anyone I was her pride and joy. I did tell her one-day that the
other boys called me stupid "They hit me and said I couldn't talk like they
did." The very next day Mum was at the school like a shot telling the
teacher to deal with the problem or she would. This brought its own
problems when the other parents wanted to know why their children had been
taught the way I had when cocks and fannies were good enough for them.
	I was the youngest of thirteen children. Mum being forty-one when I
was born. On the way to the hospital on the first of March 1961there was a
call to collect a Mrs Williams. The ambulance men said that they already
had a Mrs Williams on board. Now a shock. Another Mrs Williams at another
address was going to have a baby and that was my Mums brothers' wife. This
might be complicated but I was born and my niece fifteen minutes later. Yes
the Williams family had arrived with all the glitter of a royal
occasion. The next day - pictures and stories everywhere. "Youngest Uncle
and Niece born in same hospital." You get the idea. We were famous, I did
look ugly everybody said so (Still do, but lets not digress). I was a real
mummies boy and since I had only sisters at home I was fussed about with
all day long. I have been told that being brought up by women may have
effected me so much that my life's direction was set all those years
back. Was this true? You make up your own mind.
	My fifth birthday saw something different. My sisters started to
get boyfriends. The first had a motorbike the second a car and third had a
vespa motorcycle. This one I got on very well with and he was good at
woodwork. He made a small wooden seat and fitted it on the back of his
scooter and took me all over the place. The guy with the motorbike his name
was Ken he took me for a very long ride. I told mum all about it as best I
could, she told me I had been around the sun to meet the moon.  An example
for all the readers; you drive away from your home and go in a complete
circle coming back from the other direction. One big loop. Well, this is
just like my own life and hope to tell it in such a way that you will be
able to see that it has been eventful and a long round the sun to meet the
moon.
	You will not hear much about my father - he was the biggest bastard
I have ever known, and being forty now I have known a few. He would be out,
in the pub or back home a boxer-using Mum as a punch bag. If he appears at
all only fleeting remarks will be made.
	Lets go to the days after my fifth birthday and take it from
there. Meeting so many new people was a real thrill.



					Chapter one

					Matchstick Galleons.

	One strange day, I remember clearly, a boy who lived next door,
about sixteen or seventeen, had an accident at work. His little finger was
cut on his left hand. Well we all had an idea that something was wrong when
his mother went screaming to the car like an Indian Chief on the
warpath. When they got back most of the nosey village turned out I did not
Mum and I just looked through the opening in the curtains. The neighbour
was called Frank, I knew him to see but not that well. Like most of the
village, everyone at school had said they had seen him, especially Roy, who
was said to have been at the hospital when Frank was taken there: "His hand
was hanging by some loose skin, it was dragging along the floor with blood
squirting everywhere." I had seen him getting out of the car and his hand
looked fine. He did have a finger stool on his finger I heard Mum say. All
the different stories stopped when Roy started a fight Roger who called him
a liar, and that were when the whole school saw blood. It was everywhere,
it took three teachers to stop the fight; it was the best fun all week. The
stories stopped about Frank but we decided that we would decide who was the
best fighter in the school.
	 One afternoon Franks mother and mine decided to go shopping. I did
not really want to go, so franks mother said I could stay with him if I
liked. Well no one had seen the injury since it happened I made up my mind
to stay hoping to get a look and have something to talk about at school. I
waved goodbye and went to the neighbours backdoor knocking gently as I got
there. "Come in." I heard a voice call. I went in to see frank sitting at a
table, in front of him was a very large boat that he was making from
matches. Frank told me it was a Spanish Galleon. The hospital said it was
good for my hand to get exercise. All I could see was a small plaster
covering his finger and that was all. He saw me looking at it and said I
could touch it. He held it up and I did touch it. Rock hard but like a very
hard plastered finger and that's all. It was very hard and that was all
there was to it. I know I wanted to say something but all that came out was
"Does it hurt?" he shook his head and I carried on touching it. He got up
and moved to the armchair taking me with him. I could see the finger better
and in the light could see it clearly. I examined it. He sat me upon his
lap while I was doing this and with his free hand he started to stroke my
leg while I touched his finger. While he touched my leg he told me about
the boats he was making. His touches became harder and he tickled me. I
listened to what he was saying while his fingers went under my shorts and
touched the top of my legs. I never took my eyes from his as he spoke but
did feel him trying to open the hook of my shorts. I laughed and
wriggled. He opened his trousers and went back to my shorts. He was lucky
this time and opened them sliding the zip fly gently down to the bottom. He
opened his zip and sat back pulling me close to him continuously talking
about the ships. He moved my legs either side of his and opened them as he
pulled me tightly back to his chest. I was not worried until Frank put his
hand under my shirt feeling my tummy them my nipples. He opened his shirt
and lifted mine so that his flesh touched mine. The sensations and feelings
were hard to describe. He did try hard to lift and take my shorts down but
I resisted moving so he carried on touching me. His hand that was not hurt
moved into my shorts and grabbed my pants trying to pull them away from my
body. I did get frightened then but Frank I think could sense this and
picked my up into his arms telling me he had a surprise for me.
	With me in his arms he started to climb the stairs to his room. As
he went in the corner was a light on a large mirror laying flat with three
other ships on it. Looked like an ocean. I went to look holding my shorts
so they did not fall down. I turned to make a comment to see he was on the
bed with his trousers off and shirt open. I did not know what to do but
froze to the spot when he came to me. He held my hands and my shorts fell
down allowing a draft to blow over my legs. He hugged me close and started
to pull my pants down at the back, as they got lower he stood up pushing
his down as well. There we both were me shirt on the rest of my clothes
removed Frank naked. He pulled me onto the bed on top of him. I had never
had a naked body touch me before and Franks was strange. He was hard below
and his hand had hold of my bottom gentle squeezing the globe that formed
it. His hands managed to lift my shirt over my head until it was off and I
saw it drop to the floor. I was small and so light that it was easy for him
to lift me further up on to him and his hardness pushed in-between my legs
He was like a machine now thrusting him against me using his hands to force
me down hard against him. Frank turned me on my back and held my penis
while he began to kiss me. Taking my hand he got me to hold his penis. It
was very big and hot. As he rubbed me I could feel strange feelings going
through my body. But I got scared when he started using words I never heard
before and rubbing me harder. I tried to pull away but could not. I then
knew that what was happening was not right but how could I stop it? As
Frank tried to get on top of me I heard a noise that was to be something I
will always remember. A Bus was coming. Frank heard it to. He got up and
dressed me as quick as he undressed me. I watched him rub himself and he
asked me for a kiss. I gave him one. I felt his tongue go in my mouth. I
pulled back. He grabbed my head and I thought he would kiss me again but no
he touched his penis on my lips. It was a bit wet so I pulled away. Frank
gave me a book on the ships he was making told me to read it then bring it
back. He kissed my zip and sent me downstairs.  Frank was quick he was
dressed and down before anyone came in. he told my Mum I had a book and to
bring it back when I was finished, then we were gone. You could ask why I
never told anyone, I do not know. Did I take the book back?  No I got my
mum to do it. But I always wondered what would have happened if I had taken
it back.
	I never told anyone about that incident until now. I expect things
would have been different if I had. I saw Frank a number of time but we
never spoke we just nodded. Would you have done different ask yourself that
very question.



					Chapter 2

					The Sisters Boyfriend.


	I had already told you about my sister's boyfriend called Ken. The
one who made me the seat on the back of the Motor Scooter? Well one weekend
my granny was in a poor way and Mum had to go be with her. Ken offered to
take me with him to his house and look after the manor House he was
responsible for. I was all for it and Mum was glad I was to be looked after
while she was away.  We packed a few things a made a long trip to his house
for the weekend and I was shown the house he looked after. It was big,
eleven rooms and was in five acres of ground. The Lord was away so I was
allowed to go with Ken to see it close up. Ken was very nice to me and
being in the country as I lived I was able to play around the property for
fun. I was told to change into play clothes so my dress things I wore to
his house would stay clean. We must have spent an hour looking around it
and more time playing. There was a large tree at the side that had a swing
on it. I could use this and just like the swings in the park go back and
forth till I got very high. Ken sat on the grass watching me and we both
had a laugh when I started to get high. I was not that big but got excited
as I went higher but dropped off because I stretched and swung almost
loosing my shorts. They started to slip down without me having to undo the
hook.
	I dropped to the ground and pulled them up pretty quickly but ken
was laughing. He said it was all right. Just then another boy came around
the garden to the tree. He was a lot older than me. His name was Simon. He
was eleven and lived in the house down from Ken. He had heard the noise and
came to check what it was. Simon knew ken because they hugged and smiled
when they met. I stopped for a drink while ken and Simon went to get some
food from the bags we took with us. It was a while before they came back
but they carried a huge bag full of all kinds of things. Simon had got
changed into a football strip and was looking more like me dressed as he
was. Ken gave us all food and we ate heartily, mainly because we had got an
appetite from all the game we had played. I sat on some nice soft grass of
the lawn while Simon stayed with ken. It did not take long before I started
to fall asleep but I heard enough noise to keep me awake. Simon was on the
swing and as ken pushed him higher ken pulled on his short sliding them
down almost to his ankles. Simon did not mind at all.
	Simon sat on the swing, shorts around his feet with Ken taking his
shirt off. "What about him." Don't worry said Ken he is asleep. I was not
and seeing what they were doing was like an alarm clock and I lay looking
at them far from asleep. The shirt was put on the bag and I could see Simon
was now on the swing with a pair of blue underpants on. I had shorts that
colour but his were briefs like my underpants. Ken knelt in front of him
and the thoughts of frank came back into my mind. Ken was doing things to
Simon and he did not move, it looked as though he was very happy with what
was going on. Ken lifted Simon up from the swing and slowly took down his
briefs. When he was naked ken took him to the shed away from the house. I
was curious as to what was going on so as quietly as I could crawl to the
shed. Looking through a crack in the side of it I could see Ken shirt of
hugging a Naked Simon. They were both making silly noises that covered any
noise I made getting to the shed.
	I look carefully through the door and saw that ken was taking his
trousers off and was then naked as well. He lay on a mattress that was
there and pulled Simon on top of him. Simon made different noises, which
accompanied him pushing himself hard against Ken. I was fascinated and did
not see Ken looking at me. I saw Ken push his penis through Simon's legs
thrusting up every time Simon pushed down. It was some time before I saw
ken looking at me but rather than go away I stood there and thought about
getting closer. Ken stroked Simons back. He beckoned to me with one of his
fingers to look down. I was looking there already but did not do
anything. My erection was making my shorts poke out and I tried to hide it
but the pushing of my hand against my shorts gave me so much pleasure that
I did not want to stop. Ken was kissing Simons neck. This made things worse
for me. I heard Ken whisper; "I almost had Alex earlier with his shorts
off. I wish he would have taken them off for me." I thought long and
hard. I don't know why but I unhooked my shorts while I was out of the shed
and took them off. Shirt and underpants on now I quietly went back in to
see them both still naked.
	Ken saw me and moved his hand so that his thumb stuck in the air. I
smiled. "I bet if I could have got his shorts off he would be like you
now. You would have liked that wouldn't you?" Simon thrust into Ken's tummy
and moaned loudly. The question was what would you have done? I thought and
went back outside. I took off my shirt and felt the cool air. I pushed my
underpants down taking my feet out and I was naked just as they were. I
looked around the door and Ken was kissing Simon so was too busy to look at
me. I quickly dressed and went to look at them. Simon had turned over and
Ken was rubbing his penis slowly. His penis was moving between his legs
slowly but he still kissed his neck. Simon's body lifted off of kens and he
moaned until something that was like spit dribbled from his penis. Kens
fingers played with it until Ken moved. O ran to the grass patch I had been
on and closed my eyes. I did have them apart enough to see him come out
naked. Dress slowly and come and sit next to me. Ken was the same and
dressed then went off to get something.
	I pretended to awake and look at Simon. He said he was going to
stay with us tonight so had to go home and get changed. Ken came back sat
close by asking me "Well did you like looking at us?"
	I thought long and hard for the rest of the day about what
happened. I did want to ask so many questions but I could never get the
words out. Ken told me that we were going to stay in the big house but
never to tell anyone because he would loose his job. He was doing this just
for me; it was my reward for being good. I did wonder if it was for Simon
or me because he had already said he was staying the night but I decided
not to tell Ken I knew.
	That evening when Simon got back we all went to the house. "You
must take off your shoes and socks so that no marks were left on the
floor." Simon had changed so we did as we were told leaving our shoes and
socks at the door. The wooden floors were cold but we did get to look
around. I was given a room at the top. It had a small bed that was soft and
warm. Ken told me that he and Simon would have a room down the hall. I
could pop in if I wanted. "You can wear your pyjamas or what you want. I
don't wear pyjamas so it was up to me."
	I went on an excursion through the house being very quiet, I could
hear them talking and as I got near to a door I heard them clearly talking
about me. "If I sleep with you what will Alex say if he comes in?" a pause
then Kens voice laughed, "I hope he does. I would like to see him naked. He
might like what we do." I sat in my room thinking long and hard about all
this but wondered what they might do. I went to their room and looked
through the door. I could see Ken opening the buttons of Simon's shirt
feeling his bare skin. His shirt was pushed over his shoulders till it fell
to the floor. I could see Ken opening the buttons of his trousers, he had
changed his underpants and as the zip came down I could see red and
white-stripped briefs. He took his feet from the trousers and Ken lay back
on the bed. Simon climbed upon him lifting the shirt from ken till it was
thrown to the floor. Simon was undoing his trousers, Kens that is, till he
was able to pull them down his hips. He then lay on top of him and Ken was
stroking his back.
	I went into the room so that I could be seen. Ken did see his thumb
was lifted. I moved out to take off my shorts. I returned to see that Ken's
trousers were now removed. Simon was holding his penis while kens hand was
inside his briefs. I took off my shirt leaving me in my underpants. When he
saw me I was beckoned over to the bed. Simon turned to see me and tried to
move. Ken held him tight saying it would be all right. I slowly walked to
the bed and stood next to it. Ken held my hand while his other was still
inside Simon's briefs. Simon was still now but was being encouraged to push
against him. Ken let go of my hand getting more confidant he pulled open my
briefs till my penis was showing. I was embarrassed when Simon saw it as
well but when he got off of Ken I saw his penis for the first time hard and
erect. Ten feet long. Well that's how five year olds see things. Simon had
come behind me. Being gentle he pulled my briefs down all the way. Simon
then removed his briefs and squeezed himself against me. I could feel his
body, stomach, erection going up my back and his arms around me. I did not
know if I wanted to stay or go.
	Ken got off the bed and I became the contents of a sandwich being
the filling between their bodies. I know I was hot so getting on the bed
was no problem after that. Simon was the one who got things going if you
like by kissing me. Holding and rubbing my penis while his lips touched
mine was nice. The harder he kissed so did I. Kens fingers were playing
with my bottom as well as Simons. I put my arms around Simon before I felt
his tongue trying to slip into my mouth. I opened to say no but it was to
late. His tongue caressed mine and I did it back. The noises were loud so I
stoked the penis that was poking my body. I did it quicker because I could
feel it was the right thing to do. Kens finger managed to insert itself
into my bottom. It did hurt but he was very soft. It kept going in further
and further until this feeling hit my throat like I have never felt
before. Simon's mouth opened wide groaned. A wet patch started to form in
my hand. "He made me cum." Simon said and went back to rubbing my
penis. Kens finger thrust hard in me until I had a feeling like the inside
of me was going to explode. I did but shook all over and collapsed on top
of Simon. Ken cuddled us both. I was wet with the stuff coming from
Simon. He loved it, Ken liked it. Okay I liked it, it was fun. What could I
say? It did not take long for me to fall asleep. I did not sleep for long
when I woke to the movements being made between Ken and Simon. They were
laying like spoons with ken thrusting into Simons back but he was not using
his hand because they hugged us both. "I am going to fill you up." Was the
last thing I heard till the next morning?
	I never saw Simon again just ken hugging me before I got dressed. I
had a good time that weekend but when I got home I found granny had died so
we were all a bit sad. The worst was yet to come for me. My sister never
saw ken again. He had got into trouble with things that he should not have
been doing. Nothing more was ever said. I have always wondered what he had
been doing and forty years later I found out. Twelve months in prison for
indecent assaults when he was at the beach with my sister. It was not her
ken had indecently assaulted but a nine-year-old boy.


					Chapter 3

					The Walkers


	I was part of a church group called the walkers. We met every
Saturday and Sunday of course, but this was half term on my seventh year at
school I was offered a place at camp lasting three days. I was excited. Mum
packed towels plus two swimming trunks, sandals, soap, flannel and me up
ready with just the clothes requested. I and six other boys I had never met
before from other walkers clubs were to meet at the bus stop and wait for
the coach. This was a sad and exciting time for everyone. We were told that
we would be partnered with an older boy who would look after us and keep us
from feeling homesick, which I was already.
	We arrived at the beach two hours after we left home. The line of
tents with about twelve feet between each one looked like the set of Dads
Army; all that was needed was a group of soldiers, a television and here we
go! A Corporal Jones caricature would not have gone amiss - after all, to
have someone shouting "They don't like it up em!" and cooking sausages
would be very funny. However, when I felt the wind when I got from the
coach I thought it was more like "were doomed."
	We were all given tent numbers I was in number six. This was
nearest to the wall and sheltered from the biting wind. The shock of the
cold was nothing to the shock I got when I went into the tent. I had been
told that I would be sharing the tent with someone who knew me. Sitting in
the tent under a lamp with a big grin was Simon. I remember him from almost
two years back and Ken. He came towards me. I was shaking partly from the
wind then the shock. "Hello Alex, I have you a hot drink." I was alone with
him and told that the campfire was cooking and lights out at nine. "Make
sure all your packing is undone. Put it all away." That did not take
long. Simon was a big help and even getting me to the fire was good. I had
three huge sausages, I think I could have tried four but did not take a
chance. A hot cup of tea and I was feeling much better. Now tea and a full
belly do strange things to people who cannot sing. They sing even worse. I
sounded like a howling dog with a bellyache. Now I beg you all to place
fingers in ears, I am about to sing. Where have they all gone? Well I went
to the tent with Simon and was full, tired and happy.
	It was not long before Simon came to tell me that he had missed
me. He had missed Ken but his parents had told him to forget him. I still
did not know what he meant. Simon closed and zipped the tent locking it so
the wind did not get in. "Did you like us when we were together at the
manor House?" I did not answer but I did not panic when my shoes were
removed and socks. I was helped to take off my jacket. I thought I would
get cold, to my surprise I was as warm as I was when I entered the
tent. Simon was taking his jacket off and hanging it with mine. He turned
to face me and although I was lying on my bed he came to me and sat
close. His hands moved over my clothes touching where he could. His fingers
were very nimble and each button of my shirt was opened expertly. With it
open his hands wasted no time in touching my flesh. His own shirt was
removed and he stood to turn down the light. I took time to get adjusted to
the light. I knew he was still next to me. The sound of a stud that held
jeans together echoed through the tent and a zip followed. Simon went to my
trousers and undid them. He unzipped my fly until I was open. With this he
pulled my trousers down and off. I was lifted up to take my shirt off. In
all this time I never said a word. The only sounds were those of the
clothes coming off in the quiet of the tent.
	Simon stood to remove his trousers and with a large blanket covered
me up, he climbed under the cover to get close and I felt him close to me
as I had that long time passing. "I have wanted to do this to you. I want
to make you feel like you made me. Take your briefs off or shall I?" before
I had a choice I could feel a tug so lifted up and allowed Simon to remove
them as he wanted. He lifted and I took his down. We both felt comfortable
as we closed upon each other allowing our lips to meet for the first time
in a long while. Our tongues touched. This sent a charge between us. Our
erections touched, another shock but it was when we held each others
penises that was to cause the most thrill. We could not get enough of each
other. I had never felt this before and my hand moved up and down with
quicken movements that made me hotter than I had been in the whole
evening. "I want you." Simon turned me over and played with my penis
rubbing in and out till I was as hard as I ever had been. When his
erection touched my bottom I moaned but hurt when he pushed it inside. I
never felt such pain but was happy he was there. His thrusting I was
certain would spear me right through but his in and out movements made it
easier. It went quicker and quicker until, "I will fill you Alex I have
wanted this for all time." Simon shuddered, "I am Cumming." With that I
felt him shoot liquid in me. It was such a shock. He held tight until I
shuddered and shook feeling the sensation I remembered from before. All
finished he moved to get out. I held him saying "Don't move Simon, please
stay with me." With that we fell asleep for the rest of the night. My
bottom was so sore and tender I could feel him in me even though he was
not. I could say for the first time I was in love and I would never forget
that night ever. The next morning when I awoke Simon was still asleep naked
against me. The cover was off of us and his head rested on my chest. He had
held my penis, erect, all night fingers manipulating what I could feel
was pleasure. When he did wake up we kissed and his lips left mine to take
my penis in his mouth. He looked at me and said tonight. I could not wait.
	For the rest of the time as the light began to enter the tent the
next morning, I thought hard about what had happened. Part of me wanted the
night to come so that the action that had been promised would begin. I was
away for the weekend and there were other things to do. When your mind is
occupied though it's hard to concentrate on what was going on. We gathered
wood for the fire. We made potatoes in foil to bake for tea. The sun shone
through the wind but the night came no quicker than before. I did enjoy the
walk along the beach collecting the shells and shinny stones to take
home. I did not remember the soup but we had it for dinner and very soon
the main fire was lit to cook the potatoes with a large pot of beans
heating slowly above the flames. I did make a few friends but Simon stayed
away from me for the day while he went off with his friends. Although not
lonely I wished so hard he would recognise that I was there, but it was not
to happen so I sat near the fire until food was ready. The friends I
made sat as we helped to dish out the potatoes. Now do not tell anyone but
we kept the biggest for us hidden well in the embers of the fire. It was
the best meal I had got in ages. Never had a meal outside except for
something called a Barbecue, I was never invited there. The smell made my
tummy make all different sounds and I know I got hungry.
	Well after the food and a big mug of soup as well it was time for
bed. We all could get a wash in the showers. I was quickly done, I needed
to get back to the tent and get settled.  In the tent it was empty except
for me. Simon came a bit later all washed and clean, as my Mum would
say. He was not alone. Chris a friend from his school was with him, I was
not sure about this.  Simon did ask if Chris could stay the night because
the boy who shared his tent was not well and was to be taken home. I wanted
to home as well. This was not part of the plan and I did not know what to
do. Sitting there I became aware that Chris and Simon spoke a lot about
someone they knew. A boy called Frank who was Chris's brother and friend of
Simon knew Ken. Complicated? Well Ken knew Frank when he was young and
still at school. Chris knew this and introduced Simon to him. Well it was a
friendly thing you know. One thing they did not know was that I knew
Frank. Have you got it? Took me a while but when I did I wondered if
Chris did things with Frank like ken and Simon did or vies-versa.
	I did hope Simon did not say anything because what we did was
private. It was something that was personnel between us both. I realised
that I could never say anything because the last time I had fun like we had
someone had left me never to be seen again. I was close to eight. Bottom
was not just a hole to poo from. Chris was eleven, but Simon almost
thirteen was experienced in fun and knew how to make me feel like I never
had before. A sleeping bag was placed on the floor and Simon closed and
locked the zip. We had some sweets to share between us. This went well
because even though I was the youngest I got the same amount as the others.
I lay there eating my share and watched them get close. As soon as Simon
touched Chris he asked "hey we should not be doing it here. Alex is
awake. What if he says anything?" Simon whispered something to him that got
them to carry on regardless of me. To see them hug and get closer made me
wonder if I should get under the blanket and try to sleep or watch. My
mind said sleep but my brain said different. I looked while they undressed
each other until they were both down to their trousers and whatever was
underneath. I was feeling excited. Simon took Chris's trousers down
revealing dark coloured briefs. He kept looking over at me. Simon took his
off till they both stood under the light with nothing but briefs and a
smile as they held each other. When they came apart from their hug Simon
came to me and sat on the bed. "Come join in if you like, or shall we come
to you?" I just nodded no because I did not want a strange to touch me. Was
I a voyeur at seven?
	I was so engrossed in what they were doing that when a finger from
Simons hand crooked several time to call me over I did just that. I was now
standing near to them watching. I heard no voices but instinctively
undressed slowly until I was down to trousers and briefs. I think I would
have carried on but Chris turned to look at me. Simon pulled him back. I
did get closer to them and saw Simon stroking the back or Chris's
briefs. When his hand moved away it was me who continued stroking. Simon
pulled my arms around Chris, allowing him to move so that he could come
behind me. Chris never moved but enjoyed the movements my hands made. I
could feel his penis growing on ever-unintentional pass I made on the
material. Simon already had my trousers down lifting my feet out of the
bottoms. All three of us in briefs of different colours stood there. I had
white and some people do say that white is not a colour so making that what
you will.
	I did not worry when my briefs came down so took the advantage of
pulling Chris's down as well. While they were around his ankles I managed
to feel the part of him that the material had hidden from me before. Simon
turned me around. Kneeling in front of me took my erection in his mouth
sucking gently. Chris played with the rest trying to get his inside me but
the position was wrong I think. I lifted Simon up and went between him and
Chris. I pulled his briefs down and for the first time saw him. His penis
was long and upright. Hair was at each side. I never saw this but my
fingers played with it. I opened my mouth, hesitated then took him into my
mouth copying what he had done to me. I was not that good, he told me some
time later but it was good enough for him to hold my head tight and pee in
my mouth. I swallowed from instinct. The salty taste was not bad. Simon
told me that happened a lot when you Master bate; well I think that's what
he called it. I turned to do the same to Chris who was not as big. No hair
at all but just as eager. He held my head tight until he made a groan of
some sort and I had a small pee in my mouth. "Show me!" he shouted so stood
up sticking out my tongue with this stuff on it. Chris grabbed me sucking
my wet tongue into his mouth. Simon mean time had laid back on the sleeping
bag. When the funny kiss had finished we both lay with him and hugged
tightly till waves of sleep drifted over us. I awoke with the light on and
Chris rubbing my penis. He was so interested in what he did that being
awake did not worry him. I shuddered, not stopping till he had finished. He
turned off the lamp and lay between my legs holding me tight.  "I think you
have made a new fried Alex. I smiled but wondered if he would go away so I
would never see him again.


					Chapter 5

					Armchair Cinema.


	In the many days, weeks, years since the trip to the beach I had
never seen Chris or Simon so my thoughts were coming true. They had gone
and I would never come back to see me again. All right it was a bit Jackie
Collins Love mush but I had thought long and hard about my growing up. I
had been well into my tenth year when I was out with a few friends
scrumping. That's pinching fruit from trees that belong to a farmer close
by. We chose to go for Apples and Plums. We each had large bags almost half
the size of us. We went early one morning. At the time of the adventure the
farmer had installed Bird scares that let out a very loud bang. As we got
closer, the noise got louder, and louder.
	We timed our trip to perfection and all got through the fence
waiting for the next bang. When it happened we knew we had ten minutes
before the next one. We had to be quick. After a while the farmer decided
to turn on additional scares. When they went BANG! You could have sworn
that the Olympics had begun and we were running for Gold. Four youngsters
all running with full bags spewing the contents in the trail they left
behind. Looked like a paper chase. We all skittled home faster than ever
before and still had some of the spoils of our trip when Mothers started to
appear saying that we were suppose to be home an hour ago. We all got a
clout and only then did I say that I would never do anything for her
again. I hated her. This lasted all of ten minutes, after which we were all
given an apple and a kiss saying breakfast we would get late. After taking
away our shares we all went away happy, believing that we all had one more
piece than the other. Mum insisted I should give some to our neighbours
so went next door to give them some of the haul.
	Well the lady next door was very happy and suggested I should show
her son around. Frank had moved away from home so felt safe. She told me
her son was home from boarding school and would now be staying their
permantly. I agreed and went to have breakfast telling Mum what had been
said. I finished eating and was let off washing up when a knock at the door
had me stop dead in my steps with half a mouth of apple. There being
invited into my house was Chris. He had not gone away he had gone to
school. Boarding school.
	Chris saw me and I saw him. Logical outcome if you stare at each
other. We had both grown since we had last seen each other. He was thirteen
but still had hair the colour of sun-beams, a big smile and blue eyes that
could pierce you right through. Yes I remembered his so well. I just went
through the door, walking slowly so that I did nothing to let him go. We
said nothing all the time we walked and as soon as we reached the woodland
it gave him the chance to hold my hand. I looked at him and smiled. He
spoke then as though it was something that soon would end forever. Talking
about school and what he did, hates and what they did to him. Simon did
come up and it was then I found out he had moved to the city because his
parents had a business that he helped run. We walked and talked all day but
as the sun came down we headed back home clearly sure now that our
friendship had been re-affirmed. As we got nearer to home Chris's Mum came
to see us saying we were a bit late but that's all. Chris had a movie
projector with film and invited me to stay and watch. All my sisters were
out so she and Chris's Mum would be going to have an evening out. Mum gave
me the rules and told me she did not know I knew Chris. I just told her
where and she was happy. I could go and stay even spends the night, as they
would be back late. Chris's Mum told what time to be in bed and we could
sleep in the Barn at the bottom of the garden for an adventure.
	Chris had a film projector that had films of him at school. We
managed to get two sleeping bags in the loft of the barn on top of the hay
already there. After saying goodbye and goodnight we both settled to watch
the films. The school was very nice. Large pillars around the main door
made it look like a church. Lots of grass to play on with bedrooms he
shared with other boys. We did watch but every so often caught one another
looking at each other. He looked a bit sad so I got closer thinking he must
miss his school. With an arm around him it did not take long before he
turned onto his back. He looked me eye to eye. "I missed you Alex." I
hugged him closer with a whisper of "me to." Things happened then which
both of us had wanted I think. It started with a Kiss, that's a song I
think. We had our lips stuck to each other for a long time. I was the one
who made the move to take this further. I managed to pull his shirt out
from his trousers and kiss his chest all the time getting hold of the
buttons; un-doing them followed by his zip till it was easy to pull his
trousers down. Heaven.
	I got up so that I could remove his clothing until he was alone
with a pair of orange briefs. I had never seen this colour before or how
small they were. It was my turn to be pushed down and undressed. We both
hugged in our briefs not worrying that if any one came in how would we
explain it. A teenager wanting a young boy would never be thought of but it
was happening. As we kissed I pulled his briefs down at the side. He stood
up and completely removed them. Mine came off as quickly. Their completely
naked was something that was missing in our lives. "Can I watch please?" We
both turned on top of each other to see for me a stranger but for Chris it
was his Uncle. "Just forget he is there. He is Uncle Graham and I have
known him since I was born." We both got on with expelling the passion that
had been pent up inside of us both.
	Graham climbed to sit close by and because of the dark I knew he
was there but could not see him. As we both rolled over onto each other I
never, I don't know about Chris but every now and again I felt a hand
touching my bottom gentle stroking up to my neck. I thought about what
happened when we were together the last time and a wet patch around my
penis made me wonder if he had pee on me but Chris was thrusting just as
hard. Chris showed me something called a sixty-nine that brought so much
pleasure I never wanted it to stop. I knew Graham was touching Chris
because his hand every now and again came into contact with my face. "Lay
next to each other please I want to help." Graham said. And we both on our
backs felt his hand touching us as we kissed. There was a lot of noise but
he returned sitting either side of us both. He stroked my penis until I
thought I would explode then stopped. He whispered to me to suck Chris and
I did not need to be asked twice. I sucked while his fingers entered me
going in further with each push.  I do not know how many fingers went in
but I was moaning and sucking that it did not matter. Suddenly something
that was not a finger popped into my hole and stopped. I sucked harder. As
he pushed I could feel hairs tickle my bottom and he rapidly began to
increase his speed. All at once Chris shouted he was Cumming and rather
than pull off I held still feeling what I know knew was sperm shower inside
my mouth. After the first gush Graham shouted he was Cumming and flood of
sperm rushed into me. I was filled at both ends. But still wanted more. It
was like it never ended. I was in ecstasy. When Graham pulled back with a
popping noise I fell to the loft sore but fulfilled. They both gave me the
feeling of my life and as I cum Chris kissed me passionately. "Lets do this
again sometime." And Graham was gone. Chris fingered my whole feeling what
had been deposited within me.  I remember that night being the most
memorable of the start of my life.
	It was something never to forget and I had to ask if I was wrong
because I started to think when Graham would next be looking in on us.


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