Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2005 02:35:50 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: At the Playing Fields

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AT THE PLAYING FIELDS

When I was a kid from about seven or eight onwards (nearly 50 years ago) my
mother could not be bothered keeping me entertained at weekends and in the
long school holidays during the summer, so I was sent, on my own, to the
local playing fields (or recreation ground, call it what you will).  This
was a walk of about half a mile and slap bang right in the middle of
London.

If a kid were to attempt that walk in this day and age he would probably be
accosted at least once on the way, but in those days I took it all in my
stride, innocent young thing that I was, and would walk there and back
every day without a qualm.

On entering the playing field there was a play area with swings, a slide,
rocking horses and see-saws for the younger kids (up to about 11 years of
age) and during the school holidays you could borrow bats and balls and
games of draughts (checkers to our American friends) and Ludo and Snakes
and Ladders etc.

Way over at the back of the playing fields was another area for the older
kids, also with swings, slide, see-saws, roundabouts, and what was probably
my favourite piece of equipment, what we called the umbrella (also known in
other parts of England as the Witch's hat).  I am not very good at
descriptions, but it was like a cone-shaped climbing frame about 12 feet
high with a wooden seat all the way around the base which had a diameter of
about 10 feet.  It was set on a pointed pole about 14 feet high so that the
seat was about two feet off the ground and when you pushed it, it would
pivot on the pole and swing back and forth, and if you span it, it would
zoom round like a roundabout.

There was a reason I liked this piece of equipment so much.  When you sat
on the seat and anybody was climbing up the frame, you could see up the
girls' skirts to their knickers.  Then, if you rocked the umbrella back and
forth while they were up there, they would scream and shout and sometimes
they were so distressed you could see them wetting themselves, then they
would have to dash across the far side of the playing fields where the only
girls' toilet was sited.

One day when I was about 12 I was sitting in my usual place when my
friend's younger brother, Raymond, came and started climbing up the
umbrella.  I looked up, out of habit really, and to my surprise I could see
right up Raymond's shorts (they had very wide legs in those days) and he
wasn't wearing any underpants.  I could see everything he had to offer but
as he was only about 9, there was not much to show but to my horror and
surprise I suddenly developed a stiffy!  Why was that I wondered?  I
started to swing the umbrella back and forth and lo and behold, poor little
Raymond panicked and started pissing himself.  I stopped immediately and he
jumped off and made a dash for the boys' toilet which was next to the play
equipment.

Let me explain at this point that as this was an inner city playground most
of the kids who came here were rough and ready and really had little
respect for other peoples' property.  Consequently when you went to the
boys' toilet, nobody used the urinals.  Everybody just walked in, dropped
their shorts and pissed on the floor, and thus I discovered Raymond when I
walked in to apologise for making him piss himself.  As I walked in I could
see his little round bum and, shock horror, I found it difficult to stop
myself from grabbing a handful.  I went and put my arm around his shoulders
and apologised while watching him empty his bladder.  He grinned at me and
said `It's OK, Pat, sometimes I piss myself on purpose, specially when I
haven't got underpants on.  That's why I don't wear socks with my sandals,
it just runs down my leg on to my foot and away, then my dick goes all hard
and sticks out in front like yours is now.'

Shit!  I had been rumbled.  Why, I wondered, was I so hard?

I waited for Raymond to go and went into one of the cubicles and had a wank
to try and get rid of the stiffie, which was successful.

I didn't see Raymond again for some years, although I kept in touch with
his brother Dennis for some time but tragically Dennis was killed at
seventeen in a motor-cycle accident, and it was at the funeral that I
renewed my acquaintance with Raymond, who was now 15 to my 18.

A great deal had happened to me in the intervening years, not the least of
which was the realisation that I was gay, and it had all started, as far as
I was aware, with that chance meeting with young Raymond at the playing
fields.

We hit it off straightaway when we met on the morning of the funeral and he
asked me to sit with him through the cremation service, which I was pleased
to do, comforting him when he needed it.  As the coffin disappeared finally
Raymond broke down completely and sobbed in my arms.  After we came out of
the chapel Raymond's mother, Rosie, came and thanked me for looking after
Raymond, who had been inconsolable for days and nobody had been able to
calm him.

I went back to their house and had the usual glass of sherry and nibbles
and Raymond asked me if I would mind sticking around for a while as he had
no real friends and needed somebody closer to his own age than his mother
to relate to.  I assured him that I could be around all day and longer if
he wanted.  He asked me, if I had no firm plans, whether I would like to
stay for a day or two to which I agreed immediately.  Now that the funeral
was over I was beginning to think of Raymond in terms of his beauty rather
than his needs.  He had turned into a very handsome young man and was
eminently fanciable, but he gave no hint as to his sexual orientation so I
had to assume he was straight (for the time being).

I went to chat with Rosie, Raymond's mum, and told her that Raymond had
asked me to stay.  She was delighted and said that if I didn't mind I could
sleep in Dennis's room.  I told Raymond that I was popping home to pick up
some clothes and he asked if he could come with me.  In the car he was very
quiet and stayed in the car while I went indoors and picked up a few bits
and pieces.

We passed the old playing fields on the way back to Raymond's house and I
asked him if he remembered the day he pissed himself.  For the first time
that day he laughed and said he thought about it often.  He said he had
never told Dennis about it as he felt it should remain a secret just
between us.

We got back to the house just as the last guests were leaving.  Rosie said
that her sister had invited her to stay for a couple of days and asked if
we boys could fend for ourselves.  We sent her packing and half an hour
later we had the house to ourselves.  We collapsed on the sofa and Raymond
turned on the TV.  We looked at it without really watching it and Raymond
was suddenly overtaken with grief again, so I put my arm around his
shoulders.  He cried for about ten minutes, then the sobs became more
infrequent and the tears slowly stopped.  I dried his eyes and asked him if
he was OK.  He looked up at me, his eyes like pools of clear blue water,
although a little red rimmed.  He looked gorgeous and he took me totally by
surprise when he said `I really don't know what I'd do without you' and
kissed me lightly on the lips.

Suddenly, when he realised what he had done, his face registered alarm and
he made as if to get up from the sofa.  I held on to him tightly as the
tears started again and when he eventually turned towards me I gently
returned the kiss and wiped the tears away.  His face lit up as though dawn
was suddenly breaking and he smiled.  `Does this this mean what I think it
means?' he asked.

`I hope so' I replied and leaned in for a more intimate kiss, which was
returned immediately.  I pulled away and said `Raymond, I don't want you to
think I'm taking advantage of you while you're at such a low ebb'

`Oh, Pat' he said `I've thought about you often since that day in the boys'
toilet when you put your arm around me and got a hard-on, and when I
realised that girls were not for me I kept hoping that we would meet up
again and I could "test the water" to see if you felt the same as me.  And
now here we are, alone together for the next couple of days, with nothing
to do but please ourselves, and one another, of course.'

He stood up, took my hand and led me into Dennis's room.  `We'll make love
in here' said Raymond `Dennis had the double bed, I've only got a single.'

I have to confess that I felt strange getting into a dead man's bed, but
there was certainly a lot of life in both of us.

We slowly undressed one another, item by item, and our black suits and
white shirts ended up in a pile on the floor and by the time we got to
underpants, we were both sporting full erections.  Together we pulled each
other's underpants down and they ended up on top of the clothes pile.

Raymond laid me on my back while he lay on his side and he took my cock in
his hand.  `Your body is very much like Dennis's' he said `but Dennis was
slightly smaller in the cock department than you.  I closed my eyes and
enjoyed his manipulations, and then I felt the moistness of his mouth on my
hardness which caused me to shudder uncontrollably for a few seconds until
I got used to it.  His tongue was busily toying with the head and
stimulating the piss slit from time to time before he took my whole cock
into his mouth and the top of his throat.  From time to time he would let
my cock go and go down and take one of my balls in his mouth and then the
other, then back to my cock.  After about ten minutes I started to lose
control and my juices flowed copiously into Raymond's mouth and he wasted
not a drop!

`For a fifteen year old, you're a great cock sucker' I told him `plenty of
experience at school?' I asked

`Yea' he said `I have a couple of boys who I have sex with regularly, but
they're not really friends, there's no feelings or affection, it's just for
the sex, but with you, it's the fulfilment of a dream.  I've wanted you
ever since that day six years ago, but I never thought we'd be here like
this.'  He smiled wistfully.

`What are you thinking now?' I asked

`Well, when I dreamt about you I always wanted to fuck you, but although
I've been fucked, I've never actually been a top' he said.

I stayed on my back, opened and raised my legs and said `Well, now's your
chance, but take it slowly so that we can both enjoy it'.

He looked like a kid who'd just got everything he wanted for his birthday
as he moved himself in between my legs with seven inches or so of throbbing
manhood pointing menacingly towards the entrance of my inner sanctum.  He
pushed against my sphincter and popped his head inside.  There was no
lubrication, we just seemed to be `made to measure'.  He inched his way
inside me and I could tell by the look on his face that it was as good for
him as it was for me.  He gave me that wonderful `full' feeling as if a
void in my life had suddenly been filled.

As he made love to me (no, he didn't `fuck' me) he looked down at me and
whispered `I think I love you'

`Only think?' I asked

His demeanour suddenly changed and I could tell that from somewhere very
deep inside the climax was starting.  It seemed to start at his very toes,
travel all the way up his legs, bypass his Balls on the way up to his head
then back down his heaving chest to his balls from where it made the short
journey directly into my innermost intimate regions.

He gasped for breath, collapsed on top of me and said `Oh, Pat, that was
THE BEST EVER.  No I KNOW I love you.'

We kissed and cuddled and made love often over the next couple of days and
when Rosie returned from her sister I suggested that Raymond come and stay
with me for a few days.  Rosie said that would be fine and asked Raymond if
he would pop to the supermarket and get some shopping for her before he
left.

While he was out she made a cup of tea and we sat at the kitchen table.
`I'm glad I've got you on your own for a little while.' She said `I'd like
to ask you one or two questions.  You may not like them and you can tell me
to mind my own business if you like but I have to ask them.'

`Fire away' I said.

`Well, let's get the most difficult one out of the way first' she said `are
you gay, Pat?'

`Yes, I am' I told her `I've never tried to hide the fact and I thought you
already knew'.

`I'd guessed that you were' she said `but I wanted to confirm it.  Now, for
a long time I've suspected that Raymond has more than a passing interest in
boys and that he'll never make me a grandmother, am I right?'

`Well, it's not really for me to say' I replied `but since you ask and you
already suspect I suppose I have to say that yes, Raymond is also gay'

`And do I then draw the inference that there might be a relationship going
on between you?' asked Rosie

`Well, it's early days' I said `but Raymond has told me that he loves me
and I feel pretty much the same way about him, but I haven't told him yet.
I was going to wait until we were at my house before I did that'.

Rosie took a deep breath and I waited for the bombshell to drop.  `Well'
she said `I can't say that I'm pleased at what's going on, but I realise
that if Raymond is gay I can't change it, and if he is in a gay
relationship, I can't think of anybody I'd rather he was with than you,
Pat, but I will just say one thing, if ever you hurt my son, either
physically or mentally, I'll kill you.'

`Rosie, I promise you that I have nothing but love for Raymond and I
wouldn't dream of hurting him.  I thought when we started speaking that you
were trying to split us up, but now I have to say that I love you almost as
much as I love Raymond and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for
being so understanding.'

I bent to kiss her on the cheek just as Raymond returned with the shopping
and as I looked up at him, he gave me a strange look.  `Can't I give my
future mother-in-law a kiss? I asked.

Raymond was absolutely dumbstruck, but when he realised the full
implications of what I had just said he ran to Rosie and hugged and kissed
her.  `I've made Pat promise to look after you' she said `now I want you to
do the same, after all I may have just lost a son, but it looks as though
I'm about to gain a son-in-law!'

Even though it was a solemn moment for all of us, particularly in the light
of Dennis's death, we all managed a laugh and hugged one another once
again.


The Colonel

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