Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2005 15:10:40 +0100 From: succum241 Subject: THE VALLEY COTTAGE - 3 Well here is part three of the story. There won't be anything more for a few weeks, because I am going away on holiday for a while. But don't despair, part 4 is nearly finished and will be posted as soon as it is ready. Thank you to all those who have responded with comments. I t is good to know what others feel about your work so I hope you like the continuation of this story. Any comments would be appreciated. Please write to me at succum241 And if you're feeling particularly generous, you could make a donation to nifty to help keep the site running. 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. THE VALLEY COTTAGE (from the previous bit) "Hey guys. Look; dad's left enough wood for a week there and with the extra light, we don't have so much to do before it gets dark. Let's go and explore." "I want to have a cool drink first." Tom said which we thought was a better idea and so we found the icebox and got a drink. "Hey, mine's a little bit frozen still." Martin said holding up the bottle of coke for us to inspect. There were enough drinks in the box for about six each and I reckoned the ice would keep them cold at least until morning. Being somewhat impatient, we decided to take our drinks with us and so set out to explore the area around the cottage. The story continues Chapter 4 EXPLORING I have been to the cottage before with my dad, but Martin and Tom were here for the first time and were finding the exploring quite exciting. The cottage itself was just a plain, single rectangular room, about 30 by 15 feet. The front of it was one of the long walls which had the only door near the corner and a single small window. Inside the back wall had a fireplace which doubled as a cooking area and was fitted with swinging hooks which could have a pot or kettle hung on them and then be swung in over the fire to cook. On one side of the fireplace, was a wood bin which dad had filled and piled high. On the other side was a dresser which held cooking utensils and also doubled as a pantry cupboard. Next to the dresser was a small sink which I suddenly realised was now fed with water from the tank outside -- another of dad's surprises. When in regular use the butt would be filled with the rain collected off the roof. Now that we only used it occasionally, dad had diverted the rain water and sealed off the butt. It was this that he had come and filled with fresh water for us to use. Other than this the cottage was bare, except now for the stuff dad had put in for us for the weekend. The cottage was nestled amongst huge granite boulders and was only about 4 yards from the water's edge when the dam was full. Tom and Martin first wanted to look about amongst the rocks and so we scrambled up and down and around the boulders finding little hidey holes and crevices to examine. On some of the boulders there was really only one route up and so we would have to follow one behind the other, and sometimes parts of the routes were steep enough that the one on front of you would be higher then your head. One of these times I looked up and could see right up Tom's shorts. With it being a warm day, his cock and balls were hanging low and I could even see some of his bush above his cock. Again my own cock responded and was soon tenting my shorts. I decided that I would just ignore it and hope that they did not make too much fun if they noticed it. Then I had a brainwave. I would get ahead of them so that I could not look up their shorts and hopefully then would not get a hard on. With this I put on a spurt over an easier part of climb, and went past both them. My brainwave soon proved to be a bit of a problem because now on the next steep climb which I had got onto, Martin could see up my shorts and straight away noticed that I still had a hard-on. "Well, haven't we just got a randy bugger here!" he said leaning aside and pointing so that Tom could also see my cock sticking out at right angles to my body. "Looks like he's enjoying being free." Tom added with a laugh. "Aw, come on, you guys, give me a fucking break will you." I pleaded. "Maybe that's just what you need." Martin answered. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You need an opportunity to get some of the excitement out of your cock there." Martin explained. "When last did you have a wank?" he went on to ask. I was so shocked that I didn't stop to think and said "Wednesday morning." We had never talked like this before, and the suddenness of it took me by surprise. "Great globs of cum!" Martin exclaimed, "I can't go a day without doing it." Tom added, "No wonder he is standing up so much. I do it at least every other day. But over three days -- no." To steer the subject of the conversation away from what was keeping me erect, I suggested we go for a swim, to which we all agreed, and scrambled back down the boulders to the water's edge, where we suddenly stopped. "I didn't bring any trunks with me, and I haven't got any undies either." Tom said, leaving the implication that he had nothing to wear to swim hanging in the air. "Me neither." I added. "None of us have," Martin said, "But we have all seen each other naked and we have had some eyefuls of cock already today, so why don't we just skinny-dip?" And that is what we did. We stripped off our shirts, shorts and trainers and ran straight into the water. I determined that I would stay in deep enough so that the other two could not see if I had an erection or not. As it turned out that would not be an issue in a short while. At first we just swam around and got used to the water temperature, but then we needed to liven things up and so Martin suggested we play Marco Polo. For those who don't know this is like a game of tag in the water. One person, who is on, has to keep his eyes shut and try to tag another by finding out where they are from their answer to his call of "Marco". Once tagged you become the person who is on and the other person returns to trying to avoid being tagged. Every time the one who is on calls Marco the other players have to respond with "Polo". Usually tagging is by touching, but this time, Martin suggested that to avoid any arguments, the one who is on, has to actually hold on to the other person and count to 3 out loud. Tom started with being on and soon tagged me as he is a much stronger swimmer than I am. I had a bit of difficulty but eventually managed to keep a hold of Martin's arm for the required 3 count. I then let go of Martin and dived off to get as much distance as I could before Martin had the opportunity to grab hold of me. He nearly got me, but his hands slid down my body without him getting a grip. He then knew that I had a stiffy because his hand slid right over it. A few moments later and a similar slip meant that Tom escaped being the next one on. Tom escaped by leaping into the air and away and Tom's hands slipped down his body and off. But when Tom jumped his cock came above the water line and it was amply evident that he too was sporting a boner; especially as his leap moved him to the shallower water and so when he came to land, the water only reached to just above his knees. I was so concentrating on looking at Tom, that I took my eye off of Martin, who managed to get around behind me and suddenly his arms wrapped around my waist (I'm sure he had cheated and opened his eyes a crack), and his hand circled my cock and squeezed while he counted first in a whisper, and then out loud. Then without letting go of me he called out to Tom to tell him I was as hard as he Tom was and lifted me up so that Tom could see Martin's hand holding my dick. The martin let me go. I am sure I must have glowed under the water because I think my whole body must've been blushing. We played for another 10 minutes or so, without any further instances of that nature happening and decided we had better get out and start to get things ready for the evening. Martin was the first one out and he quickly put his shorts and trainers on. Then he grabbed his shirt and also Tom's and my clothes and sprinted to the cottage which was about fifty yards along the shore line from where we were swimming. As there was a huge bed of reeds and weed, we were left with the option of spending a lot of time swimming out and around the weeds to get to the shore closer to the cottage, or getting out where were and walking in the nude the distance to the croft. We chose to be daring and so got out and started to walk back. Our next mistake! The ground was rough and our feet were soft from being submerged in water for a time, so every step was difficult and sometimes really painful. "I'm going to give that bastard a basting when we get back!" I growled. "And I will be right there helping you." Tom agreed. Finally after many ow's, ouch's ooh's and ee-ah's we made it back to the cottage. Martin was sitting on the doorstep laughing fit to kill, which did not nothing to soften our tempers and so as we got to the door, I pounced on him from about a yard away. Taking him by surprise, I managed to knock him flat onto his back, while at the same time, not by design but by chance, getting a knee into his stomach, winding him. This did at least stop the laughing, but he was soon fighting back. Tom also piled in, but because I was basically blocking access to Martin's top half, Tom concentrated his efforts lower down. At first he was just punching Martin's legs, but when Martin tried to kick him away, he realized he had access up Martin's shorts. In an instant, he had a handful of pubes and was tugging with might. Martin gasped out a scream of pain and gave up begging forgiveness, but explaining that it was fun to see two boys hoping from one foot to the other with their boners bobbing up and down. His description was so funny, we couldn't help laughing, and this broke the tension; especially as both Tom and I still had raging hard-ons. And when Martin stood up, we saw that he too had an erection. "Guess we better get on and get things sorted out now, and then after we have eaten, we can do something else." I suggested. "Yeah, lets crack a coke and see what food your dad left for us." Tom chimed in. "Where are our clothes Martin?" I demanded; planning on getting a bit decent before we started cooking. "Not telling you. I want you to go naked." Came the terse reply. "Well if we have to, then so do you!" Tom interjected. "O.k." Martin agreed, and quickly dropped his shorts. Now we were all naked and all sporting erections. I was beginning to wander about the sexual preferences of my two friends, hoping that they were of the same leaning as myself. We went over to the pantry cupboard and, opening it, found a small cool box which had 3 large pieces of steak, with another note attached simply saying "surprise". We were overjoyed as this was definitely better than the tin of corned beef and spaghetti we had carried with us. There was also some fresh eggs and bread rolls, and when we lifted the steak out of the cool box, there was enough bacon hidden under it for both of the breakfasts we would behaving before our return to home. "Your folks are fucking awesome" Martin said, "I'm really going to have to suck up to them and tell them how great they are, so that they do this for us again." "I will join you." Tom added, "I'm also going to have to tell my folks and try to get them to think along these lines for my birthday." I was glowing with pride, but tried to also be decent about it and so said, "Well not everybody has an available cottage." "Yeah, but it's not just the cottage, is it? It's this extra food and the mattresses and all that sort of thing as well." Martin argued. "But, I'm sure your folks do other good things for you, you just haven't realised because they don't stick out like this. I mean this is the first time I've noticed my dad doing this sort of thing, but thinking about it I've seen him do other favours for me which I have just taken for granted." The conversation went on in this fashion while we got the fire going and started to cook our evening meal. By the time we were ready to eat, I noticed that our boners had deflated and we were acting as if we always walked around in the nude. It is amazing how quickly you can get used to something. Of course, my thinking about it now caused some stirrings and so I took my thoughts away from that area and soon was back to normal. By the time we had finished eating, darkness had descended and we decided that before we did anything else, we would get our beds sorted and then decide what next to do. Martin picked up the mattress on the top and then noticed the flap sown one length with Velcro on it, and looking at the other side of the mattress he saw the counterpart of the Velcro. "Hey! These things join together like our gym mats do." He informed us. "I know." I said, "It's so you can change them from single beds into double beds and back again depending on who's using them." "That's neat," Tom said, "because we can put all three together so that it fits with our plan to use one bag below and one on top." It certainly was going to make our sleeping plan more comfortable. But then it hit me, "I have a bit of a problem guys. I just realised that I didn't bring anything to sleep in. I mean, I usually sleep in my boxers, but all those are at home." "Me neither," Tom added. "That makes three of us," Martin said, and then suggested that we could sleep as we are now. "Or we could wear a pair of shorts." I offered. "Let's sort that out when the time comes," martin said. "After all we might not go to sleep at all." "I don't think so, I'm half knackered already." Tom argued. Chapter 5 THE FIRST EVENING "Let's go outside," I suggested, "I need to go for a piss anyway." I picked up the torch and headed out the door. I made my way around to the privy and did my business. When I returned to the front of the cottage, Tom and Martin were standing outside near the entrance to the door and were silhouetted by the light coming out the door and window. With their legs apart, their pricks hanging down looked like two arrows suggesting the way the evening should progress. Or maybe that was just my wishful thinking affecting my interpretation of the sight before me. "What do you think we should do now?" I asked. "Let's play murder in the dark." Tom said. "How do you play that?" Martin asked. "We all go off and hide, except the one who is on. He then has to try and find us and murder us, before we kill or arrest him." Tom explained. "You murder someone by holding them down for a count of three." I clarified. "The murdered person then has to return to base, and wait for all the others to be murdered, or for the killer to be killed or arrested." We agreed t try it, but found that with only three of us the game did not work out very well and so was a bit boring. Added to this it was getting a bit chilly outside and so we decided to go in the cottage to do something else. We went in and stoked the fire up a bit in order to warm up. We sat down on our beds as we had no chairs, and the beds were preferable to the bare floor. For a while we just talked about anything that came into our heads. Then Martin said, "I've got a little surprise I've been saving." He went over to his pack and after rummaging around init he brought out a small bottle with some amber coloured liquid in it. "I `borrowed' some of dad's brandy." He proudly announced and asked Tom to get three cokes out of the ice box. My parents don't drink, and so I had never had any alcohol and Tom said that he had only had about half a beer before. Martin admitted that he was not allowed to drink at home, yet, either and had only had a bit of wine or a sherry on special occasions. We opened our cokes and had a couple of mouthfuls to make room for the brandy. Martin then put about a third of the brandy into each of our bottles of coke. This meant that we each got about two and half tots in our 500ml bottles of coke. Quite a strong introduction to the world of alcohol -- but ignorance is bliss. Fortunately we did have the presence of mind to put the lids back on the bottles and turn them a few times to mix the brandy in with the drink. Even so, the first swigs had us spluttering a little as the brandy burned down the backs of our throats. We sat, lay, reclined and generally made ourselves comfortable on our joined together bed for three, and talked about anything and just about everything under the sun while we drunk our rather strong drinks. Although we did not get plastered by the drinks, we were slightly tipsy and this helped to break down further our inhibitions which had been crumbling during the day, as we got more used to being naked in front of each other. During our conversation, I noticed that we had stopped using as much bad language as we had been during the day and commented on it to the others. "Well, it doesn't make a fucking shit of a bloody difference, does it? We know that we can all swear, but because we only do it when we are alone, it doesn't come fucking naturally." Martin expounded. For some reason we found this to be extremely funny and rolled around in fits of laughter for a while. Tom said, "Actually I don't really feel right using all the words like that anyway, and only use them to be like everyone else." "O.K. guys," I said, "let's make a pact. We don't use any of the strong bad words for the rest of the weekend. If we do then we have to pay a forfeit decided by the other two. What do you say?" Both Tom and martin agreed, but we then went onto agree on which words we could use and which words we couldn't. Our conversation trailed off into a period of silence. Though we were tired, we were not yet ready to go to sleep. Suddenly Tom broke the silence with an eager, "Let's turn off the lights, and using only the torch take turns to tell ghost or horror stories." "Yeah," I agreed because I knew I had one which neither of them could have heard before. "O.K.," Martin also agreed, but he did not seem to be as interested as either Tom or me. We moved the two gas lamps to a place of safety on the table, and placed a box of matches beside them before turning the gas off. We had not kept the fire stoked and so it had practically died down to a pile of warmly glowing embers with the odd flicker or two of flame. It was not giving off much light and as we sat on the mattresses, we were in nearly total darkness. Tom was to start, seeing as it was his idea, and he had us sit cross-legged in a triangle facing inwards. Tom then turned the torch on and held it against his chest, just below his chin, pointing to the roof. This cast an eerie light on his face, resculpting it into something which did not look quite human. With the stage set, he began in a hushed voice to set the scene and then unfold his story; which was quite a lengthy one. I was entranced and just sat there listening. Martin on the other hand appeared to be interested, and leaned forward. He stretched out his and began to stroke my thigh. I don't think I even realised at first, but when I did I just left it because I was actually enjoying it. When he realised I was not going to stop him, he got a little bolder and started to edge his hand toward my groin area with each stroke. Eventually, he was gently running his fingers through my pubes and lightly stroking one very hard cock. And I was loving it. Martin and I became so engrossed in our little activity, we lost sight of Tom's narrative and did not notice when he slowly turned the torch to spotlight what was happening between my legs. Having done so, he then gave a blood curdling scream as if it was a part of his story. Martin and I both jumped in fright. This Tom found highly amusing and broke out into fits of laughter. Martin then did it. "You fucking ape," he called Tom, "You scared the shit out of me." "Got you," Tom said, "You said the `f' word. That's not allowed. Now you have to pay a forfeit." "Oh shit! Yes I did." Martin didn't even try to argue his way out of it. Ghost stories were forgotten as we moved into a new sphere of life -- what forfeit to demand. Tom and I went into a huddle and discussed allsorts of ideas, but couldn't agree. Eventually Tom said, "I got him, so I will give the forfeit." "All right." I conceded, "Go ahead." Tom stood up, and in the dull light from the dying fire, we could see that he also had a boner. "Martin, for your wrongful use of the `f' word, you shall massage my cock until I cum." I couldn't believe it. I never thought this sort of thing would happen, and here I was hearing it with my own ears. "It will be my pleasure," Martin said, "in fact, if you get positioned properly; I will do both of you at the same time." We then lay down either side of Martin and he gently took our cocks, one in each hand, and started to jack us off. After a couple of minutes, he stopped. "Ssh. Don't say anything, don't do anything, and don't move. I won't be long" Martin ordered as he got up. I looked up as he stood and in the dull glow from what was left of the fire, I could see that Martin's cock was very definitely hard and stuck out from his body like a flagpole on the side of a building. "Now close your eyes until I say you can open them again" he ordered again. In the spirit of things and because I didn't want him to stop fulfilling his forfeit I closed my eyes tight, but I could hear him rummaging around in his bag, and then sensed more than heard him walk back and get down between us again. There was another strange sound which I could not make out and then I became aware of something cool and wet feeling being put on my cock and the area around it. This was followed by a period of nothing; I guess he was doing the same to Tom during this time. Next I could feel Martin sliding his hand around over my stomach and around my cock, but it was so smooth and I realised that he must have had some oil of some sort which he was now using as a lubricant. Presently his hand found its way back to jacking my cock and this felt so much better with the oil. "If you want to, you can open your eyes now" He said. I was enjoying this slow and gentle wank so much that I didn't want to. I wanted to keep my senses focussed on one thing only; or so I thought. Martin had been stroking our pricks for at least 10 minutes after putting the oil on when I became aware that I was feeling a cock with my hand. It wasn't mine either. I hadn't noticed my moving my hand or finding the cock, which must have been Martin's until I was actually jacking it off. It had just happened sort of naturally as if it was a common thing to do. Then it dawned on me. This was my first time to touch, skin to skin, another guy's cock. And I was not just touching it, I was pleasuring it; and I was enjoying it. As I became aware of this, I also realised that the feelings I was experiencing were suddenly heightened and more intense. This brought me closer to my orgasm, and as a natural reaction I began to speed up the rate that I was pumping Martin at. With some unwritten instinct Martin realised that this was a call for him to speed up on me as well. I had never had such intense feelings during a wank before and soon I was pumping away at Martin's cock like a steam engine with a full head of steam, and I think I was gripping it so tight I was almost strangling it. At the same time, I was lifting my bum off the bed and pushing my cock hard into Martin's hand as my explosion drew near. I think Tom must have been at about the same level as me, but I was completely oblivious to what he was doing. There was no talking just very serious grunts and aah's and the like coming from all three of us. Suddenly Martin shouted the single word, "Yes!" and spewed forth in orgasmic ecstasy. Because my hand was still flailing away at ten to the dozen, each spurt from his cock went in a different direction; some landing on me, some on the bedding and some on Tom. But I didn't care because as I realised he was shooting, I went over the edge and had the most intense orgasm I had ever had. With three days storage of spunk inside me, I also shot out with some force and received a trail of cum down my torso from my chin to my pubes. Then I had to forcefully stop Martin hammering my cock anymore as the feelings were just to great to bear. Only then did I become aware of Tom panting and groaning away and glanced over just in time to see his cock begin spitting out a load. "That was totally awesome," I panted out, "man! I have never had anything like that before. It was just too much." I enthused. "Same here," Tom said, "But how did you manage to get some of your cum to land on me?" he asked. "I think it was mine, actually," Martin answered. "But how did you come when your hands were doing the two of us?" Tom asked. "Rick did me." "Oh! ... Hey that's cool then, we've all been done." "I need a piss," I said and got up and walked to the door before realising that the cum was running down my body and dripping onto the floor. "Shit, I need some loo roll to sort this mess out." I turned around and went over to the cupboard to get the roll and pull a few sheets off to cleanup with, and then went out to the privy to relieve myself. Tom was waiting outside when I finished also sporting his little bundle of paper used in a clean up operation. When we got back inside, Martin had cleaned up the bedding and himself and thrown his paper into the embers. "Time for bed for me," I said, "and I'm not wearing anything but my skin, because that is the way I usually sleep." "I'm with you Rick," Tom said, and Martin also agreed that he would come to bed as well. "Because this is Rick's birthday, I suggest he gets to sleep in the middle and so keep covered up." Martin recommended. Tom agreed, and I was not cared to disagree, so I lay down and Tom and Martin got in either side of me. We lay close but not really touching. In the aftermath of what had gone on already we just lay quietly each going through our own thoughts. It seemed like just seconds when I could hear the slow regular breathing which indicated that Tom had already gone to sleep. But my mind was racing and going over the events. As this all passed through my consciousness I saw a pattern emerging. It was Martin who had suggested free-balling. It was also Martin who had managed to touch me intimately when we were rough housing; Martin had suggested swimming nude; Martin had grabbed my cock when he saw I had a hard-on and again when we were swimming. Martin had pinched our clothes so that we had to walk back to the cottage naked. Martin had brought the alcohol, and the baby oil, and he had let me jack him off. I rolled over onto my side to face Martin, and moved a little closer to him so that I could get my mouth close to his ear, "Martin," I whispered, "Are you still awake?" "Uh huh," Martin confirmed, "What do you want." "Please, don't be angry with this, but I need to know. Are you gay?" I asked nervously. This could destroy our friendship. "What if I am?" he countered. "I'm confused. I really liked what we did tonight. And I've thought about it a lot. Do you think that means I'm gay? I replied. "I'm also not sure. But right now, I think I prefer boys to girls. And I was really glad when you just started to play with my cock." I lay there thinking for a while and then, "Do you think we could it again another time? I asked. "You better believe it. I hoped this would happen over this weekend, and I want some more too. Do you want it again now?" "Yes and no. I do, but I think I'm too tired to do it." I replied. "Maybe tomorrow." "O.K." Martin replied and turned his head to face me. We were so close our noses bumped. Martin gave me a little peck kiss and said, "Sleep tight, then. And happy birthday." "Thank you; goodnight." I answered back, savouring the thought of that kiss as I dropped off to sleep. (More to follow -- if you like it please let me know)