Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2005 00:07:26 +0100 (BST) From: John Venn Subject: History Repeating Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between boys. If this form of fiction is not to your taste, is illegal where you live, or offends your culture then read no further and leave now. The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish! The Story is also copyright and may not be posted to any other site without the author's permission. Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1698@yahoo.co.uk ***************************************************** History Repeating (b/b, b/b, mast, oral) By Alexander The garden shed. That's where it all started. I must have been about 12 at the time, and David was a year older. We were neighbours, he living just three houses away, and we'd grown up together, along with about half a dozen other similar-aged boys who lived in the area. Up to that point we'd never been what you would term close friends: after all a year at that age is a long time. At the age of eleven I'd been fortunate enough to pass the tests for the local Grammar school. David and I were the only two in the vicinity to go there and so we spent a lot of time travelling together. Apart from anything else, it put a sort of divide between we two and the other boys. Anyway, we decided to convert an old shed at the bottom of my garden into a den for us. David insisted that it was for our use only: nobody else, least of all any of our friends, were allowed entry. It didn't occur to me that he might have ulterior motives for this other than that it was fun to have a sort of secret hide-away. For the first month or so everything went along OK: we did our homework together in there, built models, and a whole host of other things that boys do. I didn't even think it too strange that whenever my parents were out, he insisted we take our shirts, shoes and socks off `to make ourselves more comfortable' as he put it. I enjoyed the excitement of this and went along willingly. It got even better when we were on our long summer holidays and both my parents were out at work all day. It wasn't long before David suggested that we take our trousers off and just mess about in our pants `because it's too hot'. Once again, in my naivety I followed. Then, of course, things progressed. Within a few days we'd fitted a lock to the inside of the door and spent most of the time sitting around as naked as the day we were born. That I thought was fantastic! David was a lot bigger built than me, and even had a bit of hair around the base of his cock which fascinated me - his was the only dick I'd ever seen other than mine at that time. I suppose in terms of cock size, oddly enough we were very much the same, especially when we were hard which seemed to be most of the time. I can't remember exactly how or when it first happened, but it wasn't too long before we started feeling each other up and quickly progressing to jacking one another off on a daily basis. Strangely, we never actually talked to each other about what we were doing, it was just sort of `there'. We'd be reading or model building or some such when we'd begin feeling each other and slowly masturbating until we both came. Then, more often than not, we'd carry on as if nothing had happened. At week-ends when our parents were home, we'd take off on our bikes and head out for some thick woodlands about five miles away. Once there, we'd secrete ourselves deep in the bushes and strip off. Those times were the best - the open air somehow making the experience much more satisfying. It was there that we learned a thing or two as well. I was usually the one to strip off first as I rarely wore any underwear and I'd sit down playing with my erection and watching David as his clothes joined mine. I had the shock of my life when one day he stood in front of me and pressed his hard-on against my lips. I'd never thought about doing that before, but now it'd been suggested, I was more than willing to try it. Somewhat nervously I took him in and reflexively began to suck on his now familiar rigid pole. It was fantastic, and with only a little encouragement, David and I lay alongside each other 69'ing. When we came after what seemed only a few seconds, it was the best cum we'd ever had we decided, and from that time onwards we got down to it wherever and whenever we could. We even got as far as kissing and cuddling each other as well, but never went beyond that. Our sexual exploits carried on until we were both in our late teens, taking time out together even when we started dating. We carried on that is, until David got himself engaged to be married. The last time we did anything was on his `stag night'. As we were staying in a hotel the night before he was to marry, we shared a bed for one of the very few times. Neither of us slept a great deal that night, knowing that this would almost certainly be the last time we would be able to indulge ourselves. By tacit agreement we agreed that this chapter of our lives must come to an end: no regrets and no ill feeling. Chapter Two. Now move forward twenty years. I'd also married by this time and just like David, had sired one son. Still living within striking distance of each other, our lads were good friends and were always to be seen together. They'd even built a den for themselves in the garden, and it was that which has prompted me to remember things long gone past - things I thought I'd forgotten. This morning I'd planned to do some minor domestic repairs and remembered that my son had taken the tool box into his tree house to carry out some running repairs. I was just about to enter their den when I heard them talking quietly. "Go on, suck it now!" I heard David's son say urgently. "OK, OK!" I heard my son reply, "Give us a chance!" I stopped, not shocked so much as not wanting to embarrass them by my intrusion. That's when I had the flashback. Smiling inwardly to myself, I carefully hid myself behind the bushes, opened my flies, closed my eyes and listened. It wasn't our sons I was eavesdropping on: it was David and me twenty years ago. Even the words seemed to be the same. So were the happy, satisfied groans they made as they orgasmed simultaneously. Very carefully I stood up, and crept quickly and quietly back to the house. I decided to forget the toolbox for the time being: I had to go and change my underwear. Oh, and ring David to reminisce about old times!