Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2009 04:42:40 -0800 (PST) From: solsticeman@yahoo.com Subject: caught in the lower school bogs Part 12 Caught in the Lower School Bogs. Will it last forever? A tale of the 1950's by Solsticeman It was lunch-time when we woke up. Gray stretched, and made a quick check for sunburn. The early-autumn sun was warm enough to sunbathe but not enough to burn. We had been lucky. By that stage we had lost enough clothes for a mis-placed sunburn to have been difficult to explain! We ate our sandwiches and drank the tea (or what passes for tea from a vacuum flask!). Gray had recovered his energy and became difficult to fend off. He came to rest on his knees between my out-stretched legs, and I let out a grunt as he fell forward full-length on my chest. "I think you've damaged me!" "I had better check then..." and he did. "Nope, undamaged, and definitely in working order" "How carefully did you check?" "Not as carefully as I would like!" We were both completely naked, but we had our school sports-shorts handy just in case! He was lying full length on me, with his cock pressed alongside mine. We were both hard, and had been that way since lunch. If it had been anyone else I would have made a grab for him. The obvious thing for two thirteen year old boys to do was to share a wank. Now, that seemed a waste of the afternoon. We weren't just out there for a wank. We were very aware that for at least the next week we wouldn't have the privacy to cuddle and snuggle and kiss, and maybe wank, but mostly not. What we would really want was to be able to lie with as much of one of us in contact with as much of the other as we could manage, for as long as possible. "Goodness knows when we can organise this again" Gray said sadly. "True... give me kiss then!" Gray's face descended towards mine, but instead of kissing he rested his nose alongside mine and then stroked it along mine. When it reached the tip he did it again on the other side. I stretched luxuriously... "That's nice" He popped a quick light kiss on my forehead, and another on the tip of my nose, and then settled back onto my chest with his head alongside mine. His mouth near my ear, he pecked at it and then whispered quietly... "I love you so much... I dont know what... whatever... I love you so..." I answered by slipping one of the hands that had been stroking his bum into the gap between us, took his cock in my hand and squeezed gently. He sighed in my ear. I said "I love you too, but I really dont know what we do about it. Its really not something we can take a bag of cakes to school to celebrate!" He lifted his head up and smiled... "Thats one hell of an idea" "Imagine the announcement... Hey guys, listen up... Jeff and I are budgies, we are expecting a long engagement but I'll marry him if he gets pregnant!" "Maybe they would have a whip-round and get Baldy to make a presentation" By this time we were beside ourselves with giggles. That was almost certainly what was needed. The mood had become so heavy that the giggles broke the ice and he kissed me fiercely. I squeezed the cock I was holding and whispered urgently... "Make love to me Gray... now!" "How? "Like I did last night" and I squeezed his cock with one hand while pressing hard down on his bottom with the other. His cock pushed into my fist and up again as I lifted my hand, and I did it again. Gray poicked up the motion and then, suddenly, we were doing it... He was thrusting his hips, and his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of my fist. I was doing nothing except holding his cock and metronoming his love-making using the hand on his bottom. "What about you?" "I'm fine... keep going, this is grand..." My cock was loosely trapped between us and the rhythm of his thrusting was creating a lovely friction that wasnt wanking but was very intimate. Gray's cheek was hot on mine and his breathing was ragged. "This wont last... what about..." "Dont worry, I'm with you... honestly..." At thirteen that kind of thing cant last long and Gray began to whimper gently... "I cant stop... sorry... I cant" "Dont, I'm not far behind... honestly..." My hand on his bottom was having a lovely time, such smoothness and roundness and softness, and the muscles bunching and loosening... I hadn't been so excited... well... since last night at least! "Oh... I dont want... yet, Oh not yet... Ohhh!" I felt warm wetness flood across my tummy. I lost my grip on him. My hand slid out of the space between us and the full thrust of his motion centred on my horn. The wet friction was glorious and I said... "Dont stop, if you can... dont stop... its lovely... its the spunk... its sooo" My juice flooded out to join Gray's as my stomach muscles bunched and unbunched and my hips thrust up to meet him. "Wasn't that cute!" The whisper came from just a few feet away... someone was close enough to see and hear what we had been doing... We froze. "Pretend we dont know!" whispered Gray in my ear. "Lets have a nap now" he said more loudly" We pretended to stretch and lie still. After some minutes the other voices said quietly... "They've gone to sleep I think... wasn't that beautiful!" "Remember just before the war, when we were their age? "We ought to go, we dont want to disturb them. They wouldn't understand" "No-one over 16 does what they did!" he laughed. "No, grown-ups dont wank and they certainly dont play together!" "Shhh... after that I need you... Now!" "You had me last week, greedy!" "We've been doing it once a week for the last twenty years and it still isn't enough!" "I need you beside me when I wake up, not once a week hidden out here! "Dont tell me. Tell the Home Secretary!" he laughed. "We've been lucky. We've got away with it for twenty years without getting caught" "God, imagine that, a copper's hand on our shoulder" "They are asleep so... lets while we can... it'll be time to go soon." "Do me here, quick. The less we move about the less likely we are to be seen!" There was rustling and grunting. Gray put a finger to his lips and gestured up the slope. He started crawling quietly towards the rim of the hollow that the voices had come from. Down in the hollow on hands and knees were two men. They appeared old, one was bald and the other's hair was turning grey. One had mounted the back of the other and was clearly bumming him. The hairy back and sagging skin lacked the sheer exuberant beauty of Gray bumming Trev earlier in the week. This just seemed sad. Their boy-hoods long gone they were reduced to catching fleeting pleasures once a week... I looked at Gray. He seemed shocked and looked terribly sad. We slid back down to our clothes and started dressing silently. The men were grunting loudly, clearly cumming, as Gray and I quietly crept away. Eventually I said... "Are you alright?" He burst into tears and I held him to me, his shoulders heaving. "That was so... sad" "Those poor old buggers had been in love for twenty years and all they could get out of it was a fumble out on the mountain, where no-one could see them" "Is that waiting for us?" he wailed as I shushed and cuddled and tried to calm him down. "No it isn't" I hissed fiercely. "We shan't let it be"... "and even if it is, lets make sure we have something as magic as they have to hang onto". "They may be sad old buggers, but they still have each other and the memories of the days when they were like us!". "Let's remember every moment of it then!" and he smiled. We had tea at his home when we got back. A lovely old-fashioned high-tea with scones and stuff. I liked his mum. Afterwards Gray said he would walk me across the pit, and went to get his shoes and coat. His mum took me to one side and said urgently... "What went wrong, you were so happy when you went out. Graham was very down when you got back, did you fall out or something?" "No! no we didn't. Its complicated... it was such a wonderful day, Gray couldn't bear to think it wouldn't last forever... that it had to come to an end." His mum's eyes filled with tears, and she said... "That's alright then... I'm sure we can fix things up for him so that it doesn't have to... leave it to me" Then... "I like you Jeff, I like you a lot. I think Graham has chosen his friend well when he chose you. Trust me, you are good for each other. I'll make sure it works out for you." And she did! ---------------------------------+++----------------------------------