Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2005 22:40:33 +0100 From: succum241 Subject: VALLEY COTTAGE - 1 I hope you like the following story. Any comments would be appreciated. Please write to me at succum241 This work is entirely fictional and at the whim of my imagination. The usual disclaimers etc apply. This story has explicit accounts of sex between underage children so if you are under the legal age for your region or it is illegal to read such material where you are, please leave now. While I know the first chapters might be a bit boring and rather sexless, I do not know how other chapters will be, but I do know there will be some hopefully exciting parts and some neat sex scenes for that is partially the intention in writing the narrative which follows. Rick THE VALLEY COTTAGE Chapter 1 By Way of Introduction I think I have always known that I was gay, but did not really know that, that is what it was called, nor understood quite what it meant. Especially before puberty raised its big ugly head. I mean I knew I was different, even then when boys did not like girls, they were still curious about what a girl looked like beneath her clothes. Of course we all had a general idea pieced together from what we gleaned by listening to our friends and their older brothers and the like; but no one was really sure. And then there was me, who had no real desire to know what a girl was like, but who got excited when he saw a naked boy. I mean, I used to do all sorts of things to put me in the right place to get to see as much boy flesh as possible. I was really curious about the size of penises and how low ball bags hung even in the undeveloped. My weekly highlight was to go to the public swimming baths and spend as much time in the change room as possible. That way I got to see what older boys had as well and this was even more exciting. I did not understand why I found it so, then, but now that I am older and wiser, I realise it is because I am gay and want the male body. In fact it was only really when puberty kicked in and I discovered masturbation that I came to this understanding. Some of the other guys in class talked of the fantasies they would have when jerking off and they always involved these incredibly beautiful and willing girls. Whereas, my fantasies involved my best friend, Martin, who is 18 months older than me, and at first only went as far as jerking each other off by hand. Of course, at this stage in my story, he doesn't know this because I have never had the courage to tell him. After all, I want to keep him as a friend and hope that one day I will be able to do more than just look at him and lust. I have seen him naked on a few occasions, like when he has stayed over, or we have gone swimming at the public pool together. I know his is bigger than mine and he has more hair, but I would really like to touch him, and make him stand up and all. The best I have ever managed is a fleeting feel when we have been play wrestling. He has never said anything about those times and I know he has sometimes touched me, but I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose like I did. But I get ahead of myself. You see, I think I need to tell about more about this person who answers to the name of Rick. About two years ago, when I was a pipsqueak 12 years old, and those first stirrings in the loins were making themselves more insistently heard, a new family moved in to the house next door. While we had the farm that surrounded the two houses, they only had a largish garden surrounding their house. That garden was bordered by a high and thick hedge, but from my room in the attic of our house I could look down into their garden and also into the windows that faced onto our house. They had only one child, a daughter who was about 16 I guess. She rode on the same bus to school as I did, but as I was too young, she would never talk to me. Both her parents worked in the town a few miles from the farm and so when she got home after school there was always a couple of hours where she was home alone. When the weather was warm, she would spend these hours sunbathing in the back garden. I don't think she knew I could see into the garden from my room and so often she would sunbathe in the nude. I cannot remember ever finding this as exciting as some of my class mates did on the occasions when I brought a friend home. In fact I never got a hard on watching her, even when she would play with herself, rubbing her fingers between her legs, and sticking all sorts of things up her. Neither did a closer inspection through binoculars bring on any sexual excitement within me. I don't think Martin had seen her either, even though I had mentioned her to him, he just never was around when she was doing it. Then one day she brought a boy friend home on the bus with her. At first they would just kiss; but on this particular day, they were sitting in the back yard and I saw her put her hand over his privates. They were still fully dressed, but he did not stop her and with the help of the bino's I soon saw the bulge in his pants grow. And this did turn me on. By the next week they were feeling each other under their clothes, but were still keeping pretty much covered up. I found myself watching his crotch and masturbating at the same time. And those wanks were so much more intense than when I just lay there with my thoughts and my hands. The following week, they did not come outside. I was disappointed until my gaze landed on her bedroom window. I soon had the bino's out and was watching as they slowly stripped each other. Man did he have a boner. His cock was big and hard and stuck straight out from his body with his balls hanging really low. I simply had to strip and wank off as I stood at the window and watched them make love, and all the time my eyes were devouring the boy. I think this is when I knew for sure that I was gay. And the one time I saw her go down on her knees and use her mouth to pleasure the boy gave me new food for fantasies which would last for a long time. I told Martin about this episode, a few days later. No! Not about how I reacted, but about what I had seen. He seemed quite interested and began asking questions about it all as if I had not mentioned the girl before. I should have twigged then, but no penny dropped. Martin did however; engineer to be around at my house a bit more often in the afternoons after that. And one day he was rewarded with a show similar to what I had had before. I couldn't help but notice that his trousers bulged and he had to make some adjustments. Funny how he needed to use the loo straight after the little show ended. I must admit I was disappointed because I felt sure this meant that Martin was straight. Why else would he get turned on by watching a girl have sex? And I so wanted him to be something other than straight. Well I guess we can't all have what we want all the time. Chapter 2 The Real Story Begins It is coming up to my 14th birthday, and instead of having a party I have persuaded my folks to let me have a sleep over. But not at home. I got them to agree to let me use the old cottage in the valley. About an hour and half's walk into our farm land, there is a small dam with this unused cottage nearby. I think that in days gone by, when the farm was much bigger than it is now, and was used mainly for sheep rearing, the cottage was where the shepherd would spend some of the evenings as he led the flock around the various pastures. It was just a small single roomed building, with a long-drop style outhouse round the back. There was no running water, but Dad had put in a water tank some time before and he said he would make sure it was filled with good fresh water for us. My birthday fell on a Saturday this year and so I proposed to hike off on Friday afternoon, spend all of Saturday at the croft and come back on Sunday morning. I was allowed to have only two friends and so of course I chose Martin for one, and then I asked Tom to join us. Tom and I were class mates and he got on quite well with Martin also, and so I thought that this would work out o.k. for the weekend. I had also told Tom about my private show from the next door house and he had arranged to be around at some appropriate times to see it. He too got a boner and needed to sort it out in the loo after the show ended. However, Tom had got my hopes up a bit by passing comments on the boy in the show, like how big his cock was and how he must enjoy having his prick sucked because of the expression on his face. And because he did not really comment on the girl, this led me in my wishful ness to suspect that Tom might have similar tendencies to my own. But, of course, I was too scared to broach the subject with him, just in case he wasn't and it destroyed our friendship. Also he might have spread it around school as we were not that close friends for me to expect his loyalty at all costs. The week before the weekend, we got together at my house on the Saturday morning to discuss and plan what we would need. The obvious things like sleeping bags and rucksacks were put on the list. "We are going to have to carry quite a lot of food and we don't want to be cooking all the time so we better take a lot of ready food." Martin said. "But won't that be heavier?" Tom asked, "I mean with the tins and things." "Yeah. It will be heavier, but it will also be easier." Martin said. "It's o.k. for you, "Tom replied, "You're bigger than us and a bit stronger." "I tell you what." I pitched in, "We plan what we want to eat and work out how much to take and then we look at how much it all weighs, along with our other gear and go on from there." "Good idea" both Tom and Martin said almost in unison. After quite a bit of talk and some small arguments we had completed our list and dashed off downstairs to raid the pantry. We put all of what we could find that we needed into a couple of boxes and carried them back up to my room. We then shared the stuff out into three evenly weighted piles. We added to the one what we thought would be an equivalent of a third of what was still to be got. Then we put in the other things like clothes and sleeping bag. Once we were agreed we had a good specimen set we packed it into the rucksack I would be using and hoisted it onto each of our backs in turn. It was a bit of an eye-opener. Whilst each of us could manage to stand up with the load, we realised that it would just about kill us to walk any distance with that weight of pack on our backs. "It's no use." Tom said, "I just can't manage to go all that way with this lot." "O.k." I agreed, "We'll just have to thin it down a bit. Lets unpack it and lay everything out and we will go through it all and see if there is anything we think we can leave out." We took it all out and laid it over my bed. There certainly was a lot. "Right," Martin said, "lets see what we can do with this." He picked up the raincoat and suggested that we could soon get dry and anyway the chances of it raining were slight. So we tossed that. "We could also leave the socks out," I said. "We often wear trainers without socks." Two balls of sock ended up on the reject heap. "In fact we don't really need a change of clothes for each day either." Tom added. "If we carry just one pair of shorts each and a shirt that should be enough." Another shirt and shorts hit the pile. "And if we free ball it. We won't need these either," Martin grinned as he picked up the clean underwear, and tossed it on the discard heap. That idea appealed to me a bit and so I said we could consider it. Tom was rather more hesitant, and so we agreed that each could choose, but the weight was in our own packs if we chose to keep the undies, and wouldn't be shared. Having thinned our clothing right down to the bare essentials, we began to look at other things. Martin spoke up and said that we really only needed one torch between the three of us especially as there was a small gas lamp kept in the cottage. So he suggested, "One of us should carry the torch and the other two should carry the spare batteries and the gas cartridge." Martin really was showing his slightly greater experience through age, and we readily agreed. Another suggestion from Martin was that we take two sleeping bags between the three of us and one blanket and then we sleep on top of one sleeping bag opened out with the other bag and blanket on top of us. That way we will keep each other warm, and save a lot of weight. As we had already shared beds, albeit not all three of us at the same time, when we slept over at each other's houses, we decided to go with this as well. We did a little more paring and finally repacked the rucksack to see how we had fared. The weight difference was immediately noticeable. "I think I could manage to walk at least half a day with this weight." Tom said. "Yeah, I agree." I added and then when Martin tried it on... "Well I could go the whole day!" he said with a grin on his face. "You're just a show-off," I shouted as I hit him with one of the pillows that had been axed in the sort out. "I'll show you who's a show-off," Martin replied as he pounced on me, knocking me onto the bed and beginning to tickle me. I am very ticklish and Martin had discovered this quite recently, and has been merciless ever since. The good thing is that I actually like being tickled and have discovered that I get a bit of a sexual thrill from it. Not to be left out, Tom piled in too, and soon we were in a right old rough and tumble, all trying to hold the other down while we tickled him. More than once I managed to get a tickle in between either Tom's or Martin's legs, but did not have the courage to give them the squeeze or feel like I really wanted to; even when one of them did actually give my own cock a gentle squeeze. I realised when that happened, that I had an erection, and hoped that whoever had squeezed, had not realised. I never got the chance to find out, because just then, my mom called us all down to lunch, and the playing ended. I tried to work out by watching their expressions as we tidied up and washed our hands before going downstairs, if the phantom squeezer had noticed my hardness, but nothing showed in either of them and so it was to remain a mystery. We ate lunch and then went out into the garden to enjoy a bit of the afternoon sunshine and just spent the time messing around not doing anything in particular. About mid afternoon we went inside to get a drink and then went on up to my room. There we sat down wherever we felt comfortable and spent the time talking about the coming weekend when we would be spending the time at the croft in the valley. Martin was sitting near the window, and gazing out he saw the girl moving about in the back yard. "She's got all her clothes on this time." He interrupted into our conversation. "I guess the boyfriend is not in today." "Her folks are also probably at home," I added "I'm sure she only does the sexy bits when her folks are not around to catch her." "I must admit, it has been something to watch." Tom added. "Imagine having a mouth big enough to swallow that guy's big cock!" "Aw. I don't think it is that big." Martin said, it only looks big because it is always hard when we see it. I have seen guys younger than him with bigger ones." "Well, it is bigger than mine." Tom replied. "I reckon mines abut the same size as his." Martin said. "That would make you the biggest out of the three of us then." I retorted, "So stop showing off." "I'm not showing off." Martin said. "This would be showing off," he said, as he lifted his shorts leg up and used his hand to pull his undies tight against his cock so that we could see the size of it. "I bet you have just got a couple of socks in there to make it look bigger and it is hiding off in the corner." I teased. I was hoping that I would goad him into showing us what he had by teasing him. It had been a while since I had last seen either Tom or Martin naked, and really felt the need for a good eye full. "Well, you are just going to have to believe me, as I have to go home now and don't have time to prove it to you." After we had seen Martin off on his bicycle, we went back upstairs and Tom asked, "Do you really think he had socks in there?" "No. I mean I haven't seen his dick for a long time, but I think that is what he was holding." "Are you going to wear undies, or are you going to free ball it next weekend?" Tom asked. "I'm not sure yet. The idea of going without any undies is interesting, but I'm a bit worried the freedom might lead to some embarrassing erections and without briefs or boxers to hold it down; it could stick out rather noticeably. I mean I sometimes get hard for seemingly no reason at all." I replied, and then realised I had told Tom more than I should have. "I do too." Tom eased my worries. He couldn't go about telling the school what I had said without risking me telling the same thing about him now. "What about you? Are you going to free ball or pack them away?" I inquired. "Kinda like you." He responded. "I'm not too sure either." "It was Martin's idea," I said, "so I guess he is going loose. Maybe we should also and then we will all be the same. What do you think?" "Yeah... I guess so. Shall we agree then to go without? I think if I know you will, I will be able to do it also." "O.k. Let's be daring and leave all undies at home." We both felt better having agreed this and I felt just a little excited. Even though I was not the youngest, Tom held that position, I knew that I was the least developed, and I hoped that the sexual stimulation of going without might encourage my goodies to expand a bit faster then they were. I was only 14 at this time and full of those vain hopes. "What's with all this tickling that Martin does?" Tom asked a little later into our conversation. "We were messing about a while back and in the process he found out that I was quiet ticklish and has been a right swine about it ever since." I continued, "Now he uses any excuse to have a reason to tickle me, and because he is quite a bit stronger, he gets me in holds and I am fairly helpless. The other day he must have done me in just every place I'm ticklish for at least half an hour. I was virtually useless, and because I can't stop laughing, he thinks its good fun. "I quite like getting tickled, sometimes. It can have a bit of an effect on me though." Martin added. "It does for me also. Sometimes I feel quite ho..." I stopped myself as I realised that I was about to admit to getting turned on by tickling. "You mean, you also get a hard on?" Tom had realised what I was going to say, but I think only because he knew from his own similar experience. "Yeah. Sometimes." I left it there, because I was not sure I was ready to go down this route with Tom yet. Anyway, it was time for Tom to go home if he was to get home before it got dark, and I knew he was not allowed out on the main road alone on his bike after dark. As he was setting off down our drive, we had already said our good byes, he called back, "I really like being with you Rick, I feel you are my best friend, thanks." And he was off through the gate before I could reply. This was something I was going to have to think about a lot between now and our weekend together. (More to follow)