Date: Tue, 02 Nov 1999 14:07:41 EST From: lyndie_73@hotmail.com Subject: Tad's Story Hello, my name is Lyndhurst Rutherford, or Lyndie for short. The following story is purely fictional. This is a concerns friendship, love, and sex between boys. If you are offended by my work, please don't read it. If this story is illegal because of your age or locality, don't read it. This, dear reader, represents my first attempt at writing short stories. If you do choose to read on, I would so enjoy hearing any and all serious observations and critiques from you. Please feel free to e-mail me at lyndie_73@Hotmail.com. Copyright 1999, Lyndhurst Rutherford, all rights reserved. ------------ Tad Story..by Lyndhurst Rutherford...lyndie_73@Hotmail.com As I embark on my 98 th. year of life, it has occurred to me that as all good things must come to an end, so to shall my life. It is therefore my intent to transcribe to paper, for all to ponder the tales of my life. For after I am gone, who will be left to know what mark I have left on this earth? This is my journal, such as it is. What follows is an account of my coming into manhood and the special people with whom I've shared my life, and the adventures I have been on. My name is Samuel Hedge, or Sammy, as my friends called me, and this accounting begins in the small suburban port village of Westrow, south of London in the summer of 1910. My classes at the Bradly School for Young Men had finally stopped for the summer, and not a moment too soon. You see it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my mind on the remainder of my work, when just outside the classroom windows, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping, and the humid smell of warm summer air kept drifting in the window, capturing my senses and transporting my mind to places other than this stuffy classroom. Had it not been for the bellowing voice of Mr. Watts, the head master, bringing my attention back to earth from time to time, I surely would have remained in my daze the rest of the semester. The Bradly School, was a private institution for the boys of upper class. Boys, whose families had attained the social standing of the upper classes of wealth and notoriety. All of our families, being involved, in one way or another, in high finance or commodities exchange, lived in Westrow as it was far enough away from the hectic business in London, to escape and rest, but close enough that our fathers were able to commute back and forth in order to attend to their business dealings. Despite the fact that I received a well-rounded education here, the rotten parts were, that I had to wear a Blazer and tie, which suffocated me nearly all the time. And, although I was well liked by most of the boys here, I could never find enough boys who would get there noses out of the air long enough to have a friendly game of cricket or go climbing about. And forget the fact that they might get their little arses dirty. Why, perish the thought. I, on the other hand, could not understand what was so terribly wrong with it. Wasn't that what twelve year old boys were supposed to do ? Every day after classes would let out, I went directly to the Great Woods at the outskirts of the village. There, I would make my way deep into the woods for an afternoon of just plain mucking about. The Great Woods were miles and miles of undeveloped land that was as thick as a jungle. There were hills for climbing, rocks for jumping off of, small caves for exploring, and a small hidden lake that was just perfect for a late afternoon skinny dip. What made it so perfect was it's location. About a mile and a half into the deepest part of the woods, up and over a steep hill, and the only entrance was through a sticker bush patch. None of the boys at school were as athletic or built as strong as I was, and you had to be, in order to get to the lake. So I was quite confident that nobody would ever catch me in my favorite hiding place. Or so I thought. On this particular first summer day, I awoke early, and put on my old mucking about the woods clothes. My father had already left for work and mother was still asleep, so our housekeeper, Annabelle, fed me some porridge for breakfast and I indulged her in some idle chit chat, about this and that. I left word with her for mother, that I would be knocking about the woods most of the day and not to worry. After Annabelle packed me a small lunch and put it in a sack, I was off. It was unusually hot that day and by the time I reached the entrance to the woods, I was practically drenched in sweat. Once inside the woods the sun was prevented from beating down on me directly, but the air was still awfully thick. After exploring about for an hour or two, I decided to head for my lake hideout and have myself a dip. When I finally reached the lake, everything was peaceful and quiet, just as I had left it the last time I was there. I quickly found my usual plopping spot, a grassy bank on one side of the lake. Dropping my lunch sack on the ground next to me, I quickly shed my clothes, tossing all of them on top of my lunch sack to hide it from nosey squirrels or rabbits, intent on having a fine lunch of their own and leaving me none. In a matter of a minute, I was standing on the bank of the lake feeling the warm summer breeze drift past my naked body. I closed my eyes and just stood there enjoying the feeling of utter freedom, with the breeze brushing past and against places where only my hands had been. True, in the past, this meant nothing to me, as I was a mere baby, unaware of what pleasures my own body could produce. As I grew older though, my boyish body began to react in ways I never knew existed. Now, as I stood here, naked on the bank of my lake, with the breeze caressing my body, my nipples stood out from my chest and became sensitive to every gust of the breeze, sending shivers up and down my body. The shivers produced goose bumps on my soft boyish skin. Skin, unprotected by a lack of any body hair. I knew the hair would come later as I grew older, but for now I was as smooth and soft as a baby's butt. The breeze also sent shivers down to my still hairless penis. Although my penis was still hairless and clean, it was starting to grow longer with every shiver. The longer it grew, the harder and warmer it got, also. It would grow long and hard until it stood straight out from my body, like a flagpole waving in the breeze. Even though it was about four inches long at maximum, it was still skinny, and not large around like fathers, having seen his once when I accidentally barged into the bathroom when he was in there. As the breeze pleasured me so, I couldn't resist the urge to take my hand and fondle my penis. Making a circle out of my thumb and index finger, and putting my stiff little penis through the circle. Once safely inside the circle of pleasure, my hand would close around my boyish length and begin an up and down sliding motion, from the base of my penis to the head and back again. As I did this, I began to push my hips back and forth in time with my hand, which made the pleasure being felt in my penis, even greater. Doing this always clouded my mind until I would forget exactly where I was. I only knew that I loved the feeling of my hand stroking my hard, little penis. As the pleasure intensified, my knees started to buckle and I almost lost my balance and fell on my can. I came to my senses and decided to take a swim and cool my hot, sweaty body, and save the final pleasure of shooting my semen, until later, giving me something to look forward to. My semen, although still clear, would still shoot out in great messy spurts. I knew that someday it would turn white and potent with seed, father told me so when we had our little birds and the bees talk, but for now it didn't matter to me. White or clear, it felt wonderful to spurt semen. With my penis bobbing up and down, I ran to the waters edge and jumped into the lake, being enveloped by the cold clear water and the refreshing cooling off of my body. Of course the cold water did have an affect on my penis, shrinking it down to its soft little state again, as my testicles hugged the warm underside of my crotch for protection from the cold. How I loved to swim in my lake in the cool water. Diving down and coming back up for air, pretending that I was some prehistoric sea creature that inhabited the lake, and growling to protect my lair. After about a half an hour of this, I became tired and brought myself out of the water and lay down on the soft grass to rest. As the grass felt cool beneath my naked buttocks and the warm air starting to dry me off, I started to fall asleep, but not without stroking my penis to hardness as I rested. As I was about half asleep, enjoying the stroking of my penis, there suddenly came the sound of a twig breaking. As I was used to the quiet of being alone out here, that noise only meant that my private world was about to be invaded. An alarm went off inside my head, but I was too late. Much to my embarrassment, there came a person walking through the entrance to my little world. I grabbed whatever clothes were next to me, which turned out to be my shirt and tried to cover my raging hardness. All I could do was sit there with my shirt on my penis, too scared to move. It was then that I started to get a closer look at the figure emerging through the sticker bushes. First I noticed that it was a boy, thank heavens, about my size. As I was partially hidden from his view at that moment, he hadn't seen me as yet. There was something familiar about this boy. To my amazement, I realized that I knew him. He was one of the boys from school. His name was Thomas Winslow, but everyone called him Tad. He was in the grade below mine, which made him about eleven years old. How embarrassing it was for me to be sitting here like this, but as I've never had company up here in all the time I've been coming, I really wasn't expecting anyone to show up. I really didn't know him well, but the other boys said he was a quiet one, always shy, and kept to himself most of the time. As I said, he was about my size, skinny, with long whitish blond hair, and blue eyes. I remember surprising myself by thinking he was rather a beautiful boy, almost angelic. Compared to me, with my black hair and deep brown eyes, I was more boyish looking than he. At that point I decided to make him aware of my presence, so as not to totally frighten him and have him scream, which might have brought me more unwanted attention. Before he got to close to me, he had stopped and was now absorbed with throwing rocks into the lake. As quietly as I could, I slipped my pants on and stood up, pretending not to notice him there. I let him believe that it was he who had found me, and I acted as surprised as I could. "Hey, you there, don't I know you from school ?" , he said. I turned in mock surprise and started a conversation. "Why, yes, I know you, mate. My name's Sammy, Sammy Hedge. I think I'm in the grade above yours. And your Thomas, right ?" "Yeah, but you can call me Tad, everyone does. What is this place ?" " This is my hideout lake." " Really? Do you own it ?" "No, but until today I was the only one who's ever been here, being so hard to get to and all." "Yeah, you're right, I barely made it myself." During this brief conversation we had moved closer to each other and were now talking face to face. "I was exploring the woods and just got further along and before I knew it, I was here." "I guess that You and I are the only ones brave enough to venture into the woods." I said. " Yeah, I guess. The rest of them seem to be too prissy to try it, huh ?" It then dawned on me that I really didn't mind his company after all. He seemed a lot like myself and we got on rather well. In fact, I had the strangest feeling in the pit of my stomach when I looked into those pretty blue eyes of his. The feeling was not only in my stomach, but also for some strange reason that I didn't understand, my penis was getting harder as I was looking into those eyes. "Hey Sammy, what are you doing here with just your pants on?" "I was about to take a dip in the lake, when you happened up". "Where are your swimmies, ( meaning bathing trunks ),?" " Don't need them here, Lad. Just strip down and dive in. There's no one here to see me, until you came along." "Hey Sammy, it is hot out and I could us a dip too. Mind if I join you?" I must admit, although at the time I didn't understand why, my heart started to pound at the thought of swimming alone, naked with Tad. Now for my next question. "But Tad, you haven't any swimmies either." "Well, if you don't mind being naked in front of me, I won't mind it with you. As long as this can be our secret. After all Sammy, we are both boys, right? And we both have the same thingies, right?" Little did he realize, but this is exactly what I had hoped he'd say. I now had the most urgent need to see this little cherub naked. "Alright then Tad, join me as soon as you can." As I didn't want him to see my hard penis and ask too many questions, as he fumbled with his clothes, I shed my pants and was in the water before he knew what happened. As I stood in the water up to my waist, I turned to watch as Tad stripped off his clothes. Thank heavens I had the water to hide my penis, which by then was stiff as a board and getting harder as more and more of Tad's sweet little body came in to view as he removed his shirt, shoes, and socks. He had a lean, skinny, boy's body, with a surprising amount of muscle in the right places. His chest looked as smooth as silk and he had the smallest nipples I'd ever seen. He removed his pants and stood there in his white boxers. He turned to look at me, hesitantly. I noticed then that his face was turning a deep beet red. My lord, the little angel was shy and he was blushing. For all his talk of being just two boys, he was honestly scared. Feeling quite sorry for him, and kind of like a big brother, I threw all inhibitions aside, and stepped out of the water myself to get him. As I walked up the bank and stopped dead in front of him, his mouth was agape and I could see his face was by then a deep purple, but his eyes were fixed on my hard little penis. He remained there, as if frozen to the ground, unable to speak or move. Gently, I knelt down on the ground before him, and taking the waistband of his boxers in my fingers, slowly peeled down the remaining barrier between him and nakedness. At this point my eyes were level with his penis as it came into view. Even though he also had a boner, it was a lot smaller than mine. It was the color of a bright pink, and pointed straight up from his smooth little testicle sack. It was shorter than mine, but not as skinny, though. Rather thick around. My nose also caught a whiff of the smell his crotch produced. An intoxicating aroma to say the least. Sort of a pungent muskiness mixed with little boy sweat. It was so sweet and pretty that I had to fight the urge to lean over and kiss this sweet little penis. As I didn't want to frighten Tad any more than he seemed to be, I slowly stood back up, and taking his hand, led him slowly into the lake. As we were going into the water, his beautiful eyes never left mine. Once in the water I let go of his hand, looked at him, smiled and gave him a shove into the water. Tad went completely under, and came up just as fast spitting water. We both looked at each other and broke out in uproarious laughter. That broke the ice. From then on, all memory of our nakedness was forgotten as we played, splashed, and cavorted about, like only two boys could. It seemed that Tad was every bit my equal, as he loved to rough house as much as I did. Funny thing, for his size he was awfully strong, and almost got the upper hand on me quite a few times as we wrestled and thrashed about in that wonderful lake. After what seemed like hours of splashing, we were both so exhausted that we barely made it back up the grassy bank, where we collapsed on the ground to rest. After a moment or two of silence, Tad turned, laying on his side with his head propped up on his right hand and looked at me with a big smile on his face. I was lying on my belly and turned to ask him what in the world he was smiling about. "I'm actually doing it!" He said. "Doing what you twit?" "I'm actually being naked here in the outdoors, with you here." I asked him what the big deal in that was, as if I didn't already know myself, but I doubted that he did. "I've never been naked in front of anyone before, except for momma." I turned and lay on my side facing him with my head propped up and looked at Tad. He was so beautiful and clean looking. Like an angel had come down from heaven just to keep me company. It was then that I noticed he wasn't looking at my face anymore, he was looking directly down at my penis. I was so relaxed with this angel that I can't believe what I said next. "Do you want to touch it Tad?" Tad just looked at me with those sweet eyes of his and didn't say anything. I doubted he knew what to say. It was sort of like when mother catches me with my hand in the cookie jar before supper. You know you're caught but can't think of a blessed thing to say in your own defense. His cheeks were turning red again. I can't get over how sweet he looked at that moment, blushing from ear to ear with this dopey look on his face. "Tad", I said again, "Do you want to touch it?" Again he said nothing, but the look on his face said yes. Taking the lead again, I reached for his hand and slowly pulled it down to where his eyes were glued. In that instant my body was filled with a warm electricity as Tads hand covered my penis. . As I began to stiffen under Tads hand, I realized that it was just sitting where I had placed it. Putting my hand over his, I slowly squeezed his fingers shut around my little hardon, and started pushing my hips back and forth through his hand. My eyes had been closed these last few seconds, and when I opened them again, Tad was staring at his hand, aghast at what he was doing. I placed my hand under his chin and lifted his head to look at me directly in the eyes so as I might reassure him. As we stared at each other, I was again entranced by those eyes, and just couldn't help myself. I whispered to him to close his eyes. When he had, I leaned in to kiss him. I expected that he'd pull away in fear and disgust, but to my surprise and delight, he didn't. In fact he pressed his lips into mine. As his mouth was partly open, I slipped my tongue out, and at first, licked his lips. The taste was one of the sweetest things I had ever imagined. Had I not known better, I would have sworn that they were made of pure sugar. Then I became even more daring, as I slipped my tongue into his mouth and licked the entire inside of his mouth. It was then that a soft moan escaped from deep in his throat and I noticed that he was now starting to suck on my tongue and was passionately kissing me back. As we kissed, his hand on my penis was now moving on it's own. Gently massaging me up and down, with occasional trips south to pet my ball sack. My head was spinning with pleasure as Tad massaged my young privates. As we kissed, my free hand began to massage that soft body of his. First his shoulders, then his arm, his back and over his soft ass, where my finger traced the crack between his cheeks. Then back up and massaged the small of his back and then around his soft waist to his chest, and there I lingered, first brushing his nipples with the tips of my fingers. I gently pinched his nipple and after a more audible moan from him, it became erect in my fingers. As I rolled his nipple between my fingers, Tad began to writhe around on the ground like a little worm, now pulling on my penis ever harder than before. It was I who broke our kiss, and as Tad placed his head on my shoulder and I listened to his heavy labored breathing, I began to kiss down Tads neck. Light little butterfly kisses that had Tad going crazy. I then kissed my way down his chest until I got near his nipple. All this while I had been smelling the scent of his sweet, young body and reveling in the soft taste of his skin. All this, combined with the work he was doing on my penis was producing some vibrant moans of delight from me as well. With my tongue I licked small circles around his nipple, moving closer and closer to his erect nipple. When I reached it I gave it a small hard lick, pushing it in with my tongue. This drove Tad crazy and he was saying "Oh.………yes, yes, yes, Sammy. Kiss me like that. I love it so….Oh…Oooooooh…yesssss." We were both breathing heavily, and he was cooing these words of passion, hotly into my ear as I was now sucking on his nipple and he was massaging my penis. It was all quite a sight, I assure you. With my free hand, I started rubbing his shoulder blades, down the center of his back, and on to his ass cheeks. It was there that I massaged and rubbed, and squeezed them until I thought I'd pull them off. I then brought my hand around and massaged his flat, soft tummy, stopping to drill my finger into his navel, which made him squirm. At that point there was no stopping me until I reached that hairless area just above his penis. I t was there that I ever so gently rubbed my finger tips along the entire area, drifting my hand down slowly until my hand found it's target. Forgetting about everything, Tad spread his legs apart giving me complete access to the soft silky nether area between his asshole and his balls. Ever so gently, never having handled the privates of another boy, I first scooped up his testicles and began massaging them. As soon as I did though, Tad's whispering moans bacame urgent little yelps and he began kissing my neck and licking and nibbling at my ear lobe, and making these kittenish purring sounds. We were both sweaty by then, making sweet love to each other and exploring each other's bodies with our hands. Soon I found what I had wanted at the beginning of our nakedness. After much massaging of his balls, I moved up and gingerly let my hand encircle Tad's sweet little penis, which by then was pounding with hardness and pulsing in my hand. As soon as I had it in my hand, Tad involuntarily began jerking his hips back and forth against the sliding pressure of my hand on his penis. By now, the only sounds coming from Tad and myself were mutual kissing sound, as he kissed my neck and ear, and I, his nipple, and the words "Unghh", "Unghh", "Ohhhh", and "Yesss". We continued along in this euphoric bliss, for what seemed like an eternity. Both of us lost in our own private little world of loving each other. Before long, I knew we would both soon lose it completely and all this would come to a halt, and I suppose that Tad knew it was close for him as well. Then abruptly, Tad stopped his pulling on my penis and looked me right in the eyes. Oh those eyes. I was completely lost to him when he looked at me with those eyes of his. As I was about to protest his stopping, he put his finger over my lips and bade me quiet. And with an impish grin on his face, pushed me over on my back. We had been so lost in our pleasure and so close and sweaty, that when I did roll over on my back, the warm summer air that before had me hot enough to take a swim in the first place, suddenly felt cool and relaxing as it hit my sweaty body. Tad had by this time, scampered down and knelt between my legs. Without his even asking me to, I lay my legs flat down and spread them, allowing Tad to crawl between them. He now knelt between my spread legs and leaned down and supported himself with both arms, as if to do push ups. We were now looking into each other's eyes as he proceeded to lie down on top of me. The feeling of suddenly being enveloped in his warm, silky smooth body was sending me away from this planet. I was no longer on earth. I was on a much higher plane, where there were clouds and colors, the likes of which had not even been invented yet on earth. I was feeling every electric feeling in the galaxy as my penis was trapped in between me and feeling the softness of his body, the hot sweaty underside of my penis head rubbing the cool smooth skin of his tummy. Then my conscious being came to an end and all my thoughts became his as Tad slowly positioned himself so that his penis was directly on top of mine. With that done, he began to move his hips against me and I the same until it was clear that this would end with our two members together, as one. Oh glorious G-d, thank you for sending me this angel from heaven, I thought as we moved our bodies together in a silent sinful rhythm. With Tads arms around me and my arms around him, massaging his ass and pulling him ever in to me as close to him as I could possibly get, we kissed. We kissed the sweet, warm kiss, with tongues, mouths and lips. Nipping on our necks and licking our ears, both sets of hands roaming each other's bodies as we each owned the other. At that moment, time for us stood still. The only ones in the universe were Tad and I. Suddenly, at the same moment we both started grunting in each other's ear and squeezing each other tighter and tighter. Our sweaty bodies slipping and sliding against each other, our two sweet boyish penises, sweaty and raw with exhaustion sliding one against the other trading our warmth and love. Our worlds were colliding as we rubbed our penises together on one final bear hugging squeeze, as we both exploded in a fire storm of light and love, with clear, wet, boy juices landing on our bellies between us, now becoming the seminal glue that will forever bind us as lovers. After what seemed like all time had passed, we finally got our breaths back. I opened my eyes to see Tads angelic face with such a look of contentment on it. His eyes were still closed, but I could still feel the power of those beautiful eyes begging my surrender to him. Tad opened his eyes and we just smiled and looked at each other, and with out exchanging a single word, we leaned into each other for one final kiss. It was I that broke the silence first. "We better take another swim and get cleaned up mate." And without a word we both got up and strode hand in hand to the lake and jumped in. Once in the lake, we washed our love juice and sweat off each others bodies, stopping now and then for a feel and a kiss. Standing and hugging in the middle of the lake, protected by the water, I looked up at the sky and suddenly realized that the sun was setting and it was probably close to dinnertime. Reluctantly, we both left the water and found our clothes again on the grassy bank. Once we were dressed we walked together out of the woods and away from our secret love lake, jabbering together about nothing in particular. As we neared the entrance to civilization we both seemed to stop at the same time. We turned and looked at each other, saying nothing. I looked at Tad and he had the reddish light of the sunset glinting in his hair giving it the color of auburn. As I stared into those sweet eyes, I was getting lost again, we shared one final sweet kiss and embrace. We finally made a date to meet here at eight the next morning and I would show him all of my hiking and tramping spots. If it rained we'd meet at the town hall and take it from there. I know what you're thinking, showing him all of my spots and all. They were my spots, but Tad was now every bit a part of me as my right arm, and I felt as if I would die for him. Sadly, I watched Tad turn and go off down the road that led to his house. Before he was out of sight, he turned one last time, looked at me with those eyes, smiled and waved, then was gone. Oh those eyes.