Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2021 09:03:49 +0000 From: Isuccum Subject: What Came Next 1 This story contains scenes of homosexual activity between minors as well some violence. If you are not of age or live in an area where it is illegal to read this sort of literature; why are you here? Leave immediately! All characters and actions are a product of my imagination and no one was hurt, or molested during the writing of this fictional story. If you enjoy this story, then please drop me a note and let me know what you like (or don't like) about it. Write to me at: isuccum@protonmail.ch Thank you Rick Masters Prologue What follows is an account of what happened after the three teens in The Valley Cottage got home from Rick's birthday weekend at the cottage in the valley on Rick's family farm. You can find that story here: Nifty Archive: young-friends/valley-cottage That story centred around the weekend that the main character, the narrator of the story, turned the magnificent age of fourteen. At his request he was going to have a sleepover in celebration, but it was no ordinary sleepover. Protagonist Rick and his two friends, his best friend, Martin, who was a year and half older, and Tom, a little younger than Rick, were going to hike to the cottage, stay over for the weekend, and hike back on the Sunday afternoon. When they discovered that their back packs were going to be far too heavy and began to pare them down, Martin suggested they could leave their underwear at home and free-ball for the weekend. After some thought the younger two agreed to try it. On the way, because they were all wearing shorts, they were each able to see the others' packages when they took a rest. At the cottage they wanted to go swimming, but no one had brought swimming trunks. Martin suggested skinny dipping. He also suggested they remain naked for a while as they set up their sleeping kit. It turned out that they were all looking for some same sex exploration, and Martin's suggestions helped them along the way. Before going to sleep the first night, the three had their first experience with jerking each other off. They enjoyed a lot of naked and near naked fun, which included giving and receiving blow jobs. Even with all this activity, none of them was really sure whether he was gay or not. After they arrived home there were hints of something happening the next weekend as the parents chatted in the back garden. The parents had met at Rick's home to wait for the trio's return. As the other boys' parents got ready to take them home not long after, Rick headed to the house for a shower. [ [ [ [ ] ] ] ] What Came Next A sequel to `The Valley Cottage' Chapter 1 Our parents were sitting in the garden waiting for us when we got back from the cottage. After greeting them and thanking them for allowing us to have a great time, I began to head to the house to put my pack away and take a shower. Martin's mother stopped me as I was turning away and said, "Martin is going to be home alone next weekend. We're taking his sister to see her university for next year. We'll be staying in a guest house that doesn't have enough room for Marty to be included. Would you like to spend the day and night with him?" "Okay by me," I said, turning to look at my parents for their approval. "We've already said yes," Mom informed me. "We discussed it before you got back." With that set up, Martin's parents took him home, and I went inside to have a jolly good wash and a rest before dinner. When I went to bed, I found that I did not really need my ritual nightly wank and dropped off to sleep a lot more quickly than I normally do. Waking up in the morning with the usual morning glory reminded me of waking up with my cock in Tom's mouth. My hand moved down to my throbbing member and I sub-consciously gave it a few strokes. By then I was fully awake and remembered that I was going to spend a full day and night with Martin at the weekend. I decided to try and not have an orgasm before then, so I moved my hand away from my cock and tried to ignore its pleading throbs. Of course, I wouldn't see Martin the next day or the one after, so I gave in, but I determined to hold off for a couple of days before the weekend. How I managed to last just the few days I tried for, until I got to Martin's house on Saturday I don't know, but I did. Mom dropped me off just as Martin's folks were leaving. They had a quick chat before saying their goodbyes, then they were off, and Martin and I were alone in the house for the next 24 hours and a few more. Even though I knew we would be getting down to the sort of things we had done at the weekend, I was suddenly a bit nervous and not sure what to do next, so I kind of stood around in the doorway. It's not like I didn't know the way to Martin's bedroom. I had been there before and knew the house, yet something made me hesitate. "Come on. I'll help you with your things," Martin said as he picked up my overnight bag and led the way to his room. When we got there, I put down my sleeping bag and pillow and then just stood there again, as if in a daze. Martin snapped his fingers in front of my eyes. "Wake up! I don't think you've heard a thing I've said." "Wha ..what?" I stammered, coming out of it a bit. "I just said that I want to take your clothes off slowly and then let you strip me. What do you think?" "Uh? Oh sorry. I ... I ... What did you say?" I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. "Hey! What's up Rick? You going shy on me or something?" Martin asked "I'm sorry; I don't know what's come over me. It's like I'm here but not here," I answered. "Geez. You're sure acting weird today. Have you been smoking pot or something?" "No, you fart arse. You know I don't even smoke cigarettes. What's all that about?" I had snapped out of the state I was in. "Rick, I'm a bit confused here. What's happening with you?" "I'm also confused. I don't know. Let's start again." "Okay. Hi, Rick. Glad you could come and keep me company tonight," Martin said, somewhat sarcastically. "Hi, Marty," I countered, using the nickname his mother used on him, which he hated. "Don't call me Marty," he spat out. "My name's Martin." "Sorry," I said. It had been rude to do that to him, and we still had a lot of time alone together. We did not need to be fighting the whole time. "Okay," Martin said, "just don't do it again or else you know who'll be getting the punishment." Martin could say that with confidence as he was definitely the bigger and stronger of us. "I've changed my mind now. I want you to sit there on the bed and watch me strip and jerk myself off, and then I want you to just let me take your clothes off you and do things to you and give you a grand bj. Is that ok?" Martin asked. "Yeah, it sounds ok; but why do you want it that way?" "I can't really tell you yet, but I want you to have a great time with me, and I think this opening bit might help." There was something not quite right in all this. Something was missing, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe Martin had said something that I had missed. Or maybe there was some signal that had eluded me. It just did not add up. "Okay. Sit on the bed and just feast your eyes and thoughts on this." Martin began by doing a little shuffling type of dance in total silence as he moved over to his cd player and put some soft slow music on, which I cannot remember ever having heard. He then locked his eyes onto mine and began this slow pirouette across the floor as he undid the buttons of his shirt and let it slide down off his shoulders to catch in the crook of his elbows. He rubbed his shirt across his back as if it was a towel drying his back before letting the sleeves slide on down his arms. The shirt dropped to the floor. His movements were so sensual, and with his eyes fixed on mine, I was getting really turned on. Martin was already barefoot, and after a few more gyrations he began to release his top button and open his fly. This revealed his bulging hard-on, tightly trapped in tight white briefs. For the first time he broke eye contact. He turned his back to me and, bending forward, slowly pushed his shorts down over his tight bum. Where he had learned to do this I don't know, but I do know it was very erotic. He stepped out of his shorts then turned back to face me and regain eye contact. Now in just the skimpiest of white briefs, which were struggling to contain his erect manhood, he began to gyrate in time to the music and rub his hand over his cock and balls. He pushed his pelvis out to the front while running his hands up and down his torso, circling his nipples and tantalizingly slipping the tips of his fingers under the elasticized waist band of the briefs before running them down his thighs to his knees and slowly pulling his hands up the inside of his legs to slide again over his cock. I had seen some porn, but I had never seen anything like this, and this was in real life. My cock was straining inside my boxers and jeans and I used my hand to adjust it to a more comfortable position. "No!" Martin exclaimed. "You're not allowed to do anything. Touch it again and I'll have to restrain you." "Okay. I was just getting it a bit more comfortable," I complained. "Well, next time ask. I'll sort it out for you." Martin resumed his dancing and teasing. By now the pre-cum he was producing had made a noticeable patch on his briefs. He picked up a spray bottle that I guess contained water and squeezed the trigger a few times, aiming it towards his briefs. He went into a cycle of stroking up and down his body from his knees to his tits and back again and then spraying a bit more water on his briefs, gradually getting them wet enough to become somewhat see-through. He never looked down at his cock, but I guess he was checking it out in the mirror, because once his briefs were as see-through as they would get, he set down the bottle and went back to just dancing around and stroking his body. Martin carried on for a bit, then sidled up to me, took my hand, and ran it over his raging erection, finally dropping my hand back to the bed. My cock now needed more attention as it was leaking pre-cum and was still also trapped in a fold of my jeans. Unconsciously, I used my hand to try and move it again. "No! I told you to ask me to help. Now I'll have to restrain you." Martin left his dancing and stroking and sat down on my legs. He grabbed the hem of my `T' shirt and pulled it up till it caught under my arm pits. "Lift your arms," he ordered, and when I obeyed he took my shirt right off.