Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2022 11:58:50 +0200 (CEST)
From: 605woodleigh@tutanota.com
Subject: The Abandoned House

This is a story based on truth from my childhood. Stories from memories
are often embellished and this is no exception. Remember: If it did
happen, it happened ages ago in a different age and nobody was hurt. It's
all fantasy so keep it in your head, and keep it in your pants.
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This is a story for the most part true and based on experiences I had as
a kid.
      Living in the Southern Hemisphere our school year ended in
      late December. The next 10 days or so were busy preparing for
      Christmas, then New Year's. After the first week of January a
      lot of parents headed back to work. For us school aged kids
      our long summer holiday really started and we had 6 weeks
      ahead of us!
I was 11, soon to turn 12, and full of adventure. Both my parents
worked so as long as I was home before them, around 5pm, I could
pretty much go wherever and do whatever I wanted. I just had to
stay out of trouble. My older siblings had little interest in me
and barely noticed when I was gone.

I think it was a Friday, probably the end of the first week of
January, when I decided it was time to venture out on my own and
visit a friend. This was back in about 1979 so well before mobile
phones and other devises. Back then you got on your bike and went
where you needed to go.
My current best friend was Mark, and I decided to call in on him.
Mark and his family were about to move back to a larger city. He
had been at my school for 2 years as his father had been relocated
for a bigger role in a smaller city in preparation for a promotion
back in their original city. Mark and I had become good buddies and
were sad to be soon parted. His house was a short bike ride away
and it only took me 10 minutes or so to get there.
On arrival I was very disappointed to discover nobody was home. I
believe his father had already left town leaving his wife to pack
up the house and follow in a few weeks time with the family. I
guessed they were out making preparations.

I was a bit annoyed and at a loss of what to do. I decided to cycle
around a little thinking Mark might get home soon and if I stayed
nearby I could still hook up with him. His house was just around
the corner from the church we attended. The church took up the
whole block as there was a house, hall, the church itself, and a
small school. I rode down the block and into a road on the other
side, parallel to the road Mark lived in. I knew the area but did
not often come this way having no reason to do so. A little way up
the street I saw a girl and 2 boys walking towards me on the
opposite side of the road. The girl looked a little younger than
me, and I guessed the 2 boys were her younger brothers.
I was normally quite shy, especially around girls, but decided to
say hi. I stopped my bike and waited for them to get closer. I did
not recognize them - neither from school nor church, so figured
they might be visiting for the holidays. As they got to me I said"
hi" and asked where they were going as they were walking quite
briskly. The girl said to the local store. I started slowly riding
next to them and asked what there were going to buy. She rattled
off a well rehearsed list of a few items, including a packer of
cigarettes for her father. Believe it or not back then nobody
thought anything of a 10 year old buying smokes as everybody knew
they were for the parents. I carried on with them and went into the
store as well. They were allowed to each buy a soft drink and some
lollies. I bought myself a Coke - a rare treat as I seldom had any
coins with me. I rode with the 3 of them back towards their house
and on the way learned the girl was 11 and the older brother just
turned 10, with the younger one 8. Or 8 1/2 as he pointed out. I
also learned they were from out of town and visiting with
grandparents.

The girl's name was Shelly. I don't recall the boys names. She was
wearing a worn pay of jeans that were tight and low on her girlish
hips, with a T-shirt. The older boy was similarly dressed but with
corduroy longs and a T-shirt, while the younger brother had shorts
on. Shelly was not unattractive but not a real pretty little miss.
More tom boy-ish. I noticed her chest was completely flat, not like
some of the girls from school who were clearly starting to develop.
While their clothes were perhaps a little old, the 3 of them were
not dirty or anything. Perhaps more working class than my family,
but well spoken and polite.
When I asked if they wanted to hang out a bit the girl said sure,
but they had to go home first and delivery the goods. I guess the
old man wanted his smokes. When we neared the house they told me to
wait as they did not want me to come inside and they would come out
again in a few minutes. This was fine by me as I sat on my bike
leaning against a fence and finished my Coke. Looking around I
noticed the fence belonged to what appeared to be an empty house.
Clearly nobody was living there and the house looked a little
untidy, but it was not ramshackled or anything.
As I was contemplating the house the 3 kids ran down and across the
road to me. The 2 boys were very interested in my bike. It was
quite flash and I was very proud of it. It was a silver
chrome-finished 10 speed and my then pride and joy. I let the
little kid sit on it and pushed him around a little as he could not
reach the pedals. Then the older boy asked if I wanted to go inside
the empty house. I was very well raised and knew this would be a
very bad thing to do. It was somebody's house and we had no right
to enter it. I said I didn't think it was a good idea. They boys
said they often went in, like most days. I noticed the girl
watching me and I felt a little uncomfortable. Then I made a
mistake: I said I did not believe they could get in and it was
surely locked. They admitted it was locked, but they knew how to
get in. I postulated a bit more but realized from what they said
that they played in it regularly and I was going to look like a
chicken if I did not join them, so I reluctantly agreed.
We went down the drive and around the back where I lent my bike up
against the wall. The little brother stood on a low ledge and
pulled himself up to a window and wriggled through. Shelly
explained it was a bathroom window and the latch was broken.
Seconds later the little guy opened the back door and we all went
inside. It was a fairly large house with 3 bedrooms, kitchen,
dining with open plan lounge and  a bathroom, with a separate
toilet. The 2 boys ran off and Shelly and I started looking around.
I don't quite know how but we slipped into a role play situation.
It just happened. We were a couple in our new house looking around.
When we went into the master bedroom Shelly said this is where our
bed will go and where we would sleep. The house was completely
empty of furniture but somehow the idea of sleeping in a bed with a
girl sparked something in me and I felt a jolt in my groin like an
electric shock.
Just then the boys came in a said they needed to pee. Shelly said
she did as well and that we all should go. Having just had a soda I
had no problem with this but, given that I was not expecting what
happened next, I had not thought it through.
 Somehow we all crowed into the toilet, the 2 boys in front, Shelly
and I behind them. Without any hesitation the older boy popped the
button on this pants, unzipped and pulled his penis and balls out
over the top of his undies. The younger boy simply shucked his
shorts and undies down to above his knees, lifted his T-Shirt up,
and they both started peeing. As their pee streams crossed both
Shelly and I looked over their shoulders. I was pleased to see both
of them were cut - just like I was. The older brother held is
little cock in one hand but the kid just arced his body forward,
belly distended, and peed hands-free. I had seen my friends pee
hundreds of times so while exciting to see 2 new boys, it was not
really a big deal. However I never missed a chance to see another
cock and was always fascinated to see what others had in their
pants. Both were nicely cut in the high & tight style of the day
and looked very similar to me, just in 2 smaller sizes. Neither boy
looked even remotely aroused. Looking over their shoulders I could
clearly see their well defined, neat circ scars and glans. The
older boy's was a purple-grey colour while the little brother's was
very pink. Shelly was watching but did not appear to be taking a
lot of interest. I guess she had seen this many times before. As
the boys finished and pulled their pants up she said, "Bath time.
Go get in the tub and we'll come wash you in a minute".
I thought little of this as it was just part of our role playing.
We moved out the way to let the boys scamper past and run off
giggling to the bathroom.
Shelly then turned to face me, with her back to the toilet, with me
standing in the doorway. She held my gaze looking straight into my
face as she popped the button on her jeans and fiddled with the
short zipper, then pushed her jeans all the way down until the were
puddled at her feet. As she stood up straight again I saw her faded
yellow panties. They were a simple cotton pair, perhaps a little
small for her now as they sat low on her hips and looked quite
tight. My heart rate accelerated as I realized she was about to
take her panties down. Still looking straight at me with a hint of
a smile and a look of determination on her face Shelly hooked her
thumbs into the waist band on each hip and in a purposeful move
dropped them down to join her scrunched up jeans. As she
straightened up I saw her slit. It looked completely bald to me.
Now I had seen a few girls naked before, (I had 3 older sisters),
and knew they had a slit and I had a vague understanding of some
sort of hole, but it had been a while since I had seen one.
Needless to say my own penis was rock hard and straining in my
pants. I had to adjust it so it pointed to the side. It was hurting
and I really did not care that Shelly must have seen me do this.
The last slit I had seen was a 5-year old a couple of years back
and hers had looked puffy and smooth like molded plastic, just like
you see on an anatomically correct doll. Shelly's slit looked a lot
different. It was narrow and skinny and I could make out 2 distinct
lips with a dimple where they joined at the top. At the bottom they
formed a delicate teardrop shape. It was smooth and a light honey
colour, with a slightly darker hew were the two sides met in the
middle. I could see her tan lines and noticed the rest of her was
nicely browned.
While I was taking this all in Shelly sat down on the toilet and
scooted forward to the front on the seat.
She spread her legs as wide as they would go on either side of the
seat, then, while sucking her tummy in, she used her 3 middle
fingers of her right hand to rub up and down her slit a few times.
On the last up stroke I saw the slit split open, revealing a whole
new world of wonders. As the lips parted I saw the insides were a
multitude of shades of pink. Shelly then pushed down with her
fingers just above her mound. This caused the tear drop at the
bottom to open and I could clearly see the entrance to her vagina,
although I was not 100% that was the correct word. In the middle
there was a small hole and just as I was wondering what that was
for Shelly pushed forward and released her stream. It was her
pee-hole! I was transfixed as I saw her pale yellow stream pour out
and hit the front of the bowl with a hiss. She was bracing herself
with her legs and had her arms out behind her pushing down on the
seat. She really needed to go as it was a big pee. As the stream
slowed she rolled her hips forward and brought her arms around.
When the pee stopped she looked around for some toilet paper, but
there was none. I knew girls had to wipe and wondered what she
would do. Shelly took her fingers and brushed them over her pussy
several times knocking the last few drops off , then flicked her
fingers and wiped them on her jeans. As she brushed her pussy I
thought I saw another little round spot, or bump, right at the top
of the slit. I wondered what that was?
Standing up she first pulled her yellow panties back up and as her
pussy disappeared from sight I thought it was all too quickly over.
As she was buttoning her pants again she said, "Now it's your
turn".
I had a raging hard on and knew I would battle to pee with it, and
for some reason I was worried about her seeing how aroused I was. I
managed to stammer "It's OK, I don't need to go anymore."
Shelly looked at me and said quietly but firmly "That's not how it
works. We all went, you need to as well".
I understood the boy code and knew I would have to do it - it was
the right thing to do.
I opened my button and zipper, pushed my pants and undies down a
little, then pulled my rock hard spike and balls over the top. I
heard a soft gasp from Shelly who was standing slightly to the
right and behind me.
"You also circumcised",she said.
"Yeah. You like it?
"Yeah. It's so much bigger".
I guess she was referring to her brothers and I figured the 18
months or so between me and her older brother did make a
difference. Cock wise I thought I was one of the smaller boys in my
class so this made me feel great.
My boyhood was raging hard and pointing up at about 45 degrees. How
was I ever going to pee like this? Looking at my cock I did
appreciate its beauty. Straight, with a feint circumcision scar
about 2/3 along the shaft to the head, which was well flared out
and currently a rich shade of red with a purple rim.
I lent forward in the classic pose with my hand on the cistern,
bent my knees and forced my hard cock to point into the bowl. I did
need to pee quite badly so perhaps this would work. I mean it did
most mornings! I wanked my penis a few times to prime it and felt
the relief when I knew it would work. A very pressurized stream
shot out and stopped. After a bit of stop & start I could feel my
cock soften just slightly in my hand and my pee started flowing
properly.
I was focusing so much I had almost forgotten Shelly behind me when
she forcefully pushed me hip to hip causing me to move to the side
of the bowl slightly while she moved in closer. The next thing I
knew was her hand sliding around my hip and under my hand that was
holding my cock. I let go as her fingers replaced mine. Somebody
else, and a girl, was holding my cock! This was a first and it felt
like nothing I had felt before. Although the pee was flowing freely
my cock was still engorged and tumescent - light a nice plump, firm
sausage. As the pee stopped Shelly shook it a few times and let go,
turned and left the toilet room. I gave a few final shakes and as I
was packing it away I heard her say from the bathroom "What's going
on in here? Who baths with their clothes on?"
As I walked into the bathroom they was much laughter as pieces on
clothing flew through the air and rained down around the room. In
what could only have been seconds both boys were sitting stark
naked in the empty tub. Shelly knelt down at the far end of the tub
with her youngest brother in front of her. The boys were facing
each other so the older boy was in front of me. Shelly said we were
now to wash them and following her lead I ran my hands all over the
boy, pretending to wash him.
Our hands traveled over their faces, down their backs, across their
chests and under their arms, which they lifted to give us access.
Looking at how Shelly did this I could only think she must have
done this for real on many occasions, looking after her kid
brothers. Shelly told them to stand up which they did with out
hesitation. I watched, then copied, as her hand rubbed up their
legs, over their butts, then between their legs to their balls. The
boy's balls hung loosely in their sac and with my hand between his
legs from behind I fondled them, marveling at how soft and silky
the skin felt. Traveling up the legs from the front this time we
"washed" their cocks. He was not fully hard, perhaps half mast,
which surprised me as my cock was hard again, straining in my
jeans. I gently stroked his cock, enjoying the soft texture as the
little looseness in the shaft skin slid over the firmer tube below.
As I was busy with this Shelly announced it was time for us to swap
and rinse the boys off.  The boys shuffled past each other and sat
down again.

We started as before, this time pretending to rinse off but
essentially it was a repeat of before. The little brother, now with
me, stood up on his own accord and I noticed he was now hard with
his little spike, all 1 3/4" of it, sticking straight out. It was
rock hard and the glans had taken on a real angry red colour. His
distinctive mid-brown circ scar was in contrast to the white skin
of the shaft and the redness of the head.

While I had been playing with my own cock for a year or so already
I was not actually fully masturbating. More just pulling and
tugging it around, pushing it this was and that. It felt good but
after a while it started getting sore and I would stop. The older
boy, with Shelly, was sitting down and I noticed he was now also
fully erect. Shelly was really working on his cock with her right
hand. So perhaps by instinct, or watching Shelly, I wanked my guy's
little cocklet back and forth a few times.
As I was sliding the velvet soft skin over his rigid shaft I looked
over to see what Shelly was up to.
She was still kneeling on the floor but now her left hand was
firmly grasping her crotch. Her little butt was clenched in her
tight jeans and her hips pushed hard up against her wrist, trapping
it between her pants and the side of the bath. She was sort of
thrusting against it and I wondered what she was up to. As I
watched she seemed to intensify what she was doing and had now
stopped playing with her brother's cock, instead gripping the side
of the bath with her right hand. I was thinking perhaps I should be
concerned as her eyes looked half closed and her head was slightly
back. Her butt clenched real tight and she was grinding into her
wrist. Suddenly she shuddered all down her back like  when you get
that feeling and somebody asks "Did someone just walk over your
grave?" Shelly slowly opened her eyes, looked around as if to get
her bearings, then said "Get dressed, it's time to go." The boys
got on with finding their clothes and getting dressed with out
fuss. I helped my charge into his undies, tucking his not soft cock
away as I pulled them. up.
Then, just like that, we were outside while the little fellow
locked the door and shimmied out the window.
Shelly seemed a little distracted and wanted to get going. She said
it was nice meeting me and had been fun, then the 3 of them were
gone. I was on my bike and off home, having forgotten about
visiting my friend and only focusing on getting away from the house
and to the safety of my own.
After peddling fast and about half way home I stopped in a park to
catch my breath and reflect about what had just happened. With a
mind of it's own I felt my cock stiffen up again.

I never did see any of them again, but it certainly was a real fun day. A
day of great discoveries as well as many new questions. What was that
little bump I thought I saw? What was wrong with Shelly that she acted
like she did? Could rubbing my own cock feel as good?

I hope your enjoyed this yarn. Please be kind as it is my first attempt.
Memories are never perfect and all stories are somewhat embellished I
suspect. If you enjoyed it I would love to hear from you so feel free to
drop me a note.