Date: Wed, 07 Jul 2021 14:49:05 +0000 From: andyspellman Subject: English-Village-Life Chapter 4 If you are reading this story about Peter and Roger please donate to nifty. The website needs all the support it can get. Thank you to readers who have appreciated the story so far. Your support means a great deal. I can say now this story is going differently from how I originally planned it, will have more chapters/installments particularly in the light of the revelation Roger makes in this chapter. That does mean there will be a bit of a delay before chapters five and six appear. Once readers have them I will write about the events how Roger experienced them. As always if relations and sex between adults and school pupils is offensive to you or reading such material is not permitted in your country then please don't read this installment. In previous episodes Peter has come home from university for the summer break and has met shy, slim Roger, a fourteen year old boy. They live in the same village. Their relationship has moved on and now has a strong sexual element. No one apart from Roger's friend Philip has any idea how close the two of them have become and even Philip has been kept in the dark. In this installment they take an important further step and Peter learns more about Roger's secret feelings. That Special Day Roger went round to Philip's house sometimes and the boys often either swam or played football. Roger was not particularly sporty and Philip knew this but he also appreciated Roger was both a good swimmer and a loyal friend. Philip wanted to wank with Roger but was uncertain about sucking. I told Roger he should meet girls with Philip as he needed to be under no suspicion in the village. Village gossip then as now can be cruel. At the same time unknown to Philip Roger and I were deepening our relationship. We always kissed fully now when we could and stroked each other. One time soon after the swimming pool meeting we talked about meeting at one of our homes and going further with each other. We both knew what that meant. We decided to meet at his house one morning. We were both nervous I think but I was excited at finally getting to do what I had wanted to do for some weeks but I also wanted it to be good for Roger. By now I found it quite easy to use the candle and open my bum. I assumed Roger had been doing similar. We chose a morning at his house when there would be no one there whereas at my house my mum might was often around. There were no mobile phones in those days so I phoned Roger from a call box to check if the coast was clear. He answered straightaway. He sounded really nervous, Jo had just that minute left though he had expected her to leave earlier. I should wait, not risk seeing her again and I should go back to my house and try again in ten minutes. A bit disappointed really I did what Roger suggested and phoned about fifteen minutes after my first call. Yes the coast was clear this time. At last! I walked quickly, knocked and found a nervous Roger opening the door. He was wearing a white t shirt and his brown close fitting jeans. I wondered if he had some eye shadow on but thought he probably hadn't slept for excitement. He was as nervous as I was as I stood there dressed in a check shirt, jeans. Once inside we kissed quickly and he took me upstairs to his bedroom, 'we've not got more than an hour before mum comes back but I don't know about Jo'. It was a single bed of course and we lay on it. I didn't want to rush anything and this time we kissed fully and felt our minty mouths enjoy each other, tongue action, holding each other close and gradually taking our shirts off and then kissing all over. I kissed Roger's chest tweaking his nipples, kissing his mouth and finally undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans. I knew he was hard and admired his dark blue pants. I didn't wait but simply undressed myself while taking out the Vaseline and also a candle. `I've practised a bit since, used just my finger though' was his response. I knew we had both washed our bums carefully ready for this but I wasn't sure if he was fully ready. We got on the floor and kissed again with me rubbing Roger's bum and playing with his nipples. I used Vaseline on him, I had to do it slowly as it hurt but then for the first time I pushed my finger in. I spread the lube round extending my finger. I felt him tense so I paused until he relaxed. I kept him on his knees with his legs spread and myself behind loving his slim frame. Then kneeling I pushed my cock against his hole. Nothing happened at first, definite resistance but by kissing his back and putting more lube on my cock I was able to get it a very little way in. A moan from Roger and then his hand slammed down which was our sign for me to stop. Roger in tears and not tears of pain but of sadness at not being able to do it. I held him telling him it was a start and nothing more, we would still do it soon, he just needed to have more time and practice. `I'm so nervous of Jo coming home, I get so tense'. In fact nothing had gone right for him that day. He held me and asked me if I would be shocked if he said something bad to me. Of course nothing he could say would shock or upset me. I stole a pair of Jo's knickers and I've worn them. There were tears in his eyes as he told me this. I cuddled Roger asking him how it felt and he shyly confessed it felt great and he wanted to do it again and maybe wear one of her bras. Yes, he'd wanted to do this for some time. Once he relaxed he spoke freely and told me he wanted to wear her make up and had tried eye shadow but when she hung around longer than he expected he hadn't been able to finish his plan. `It's OK I'd love to hold you wearing Jo's stuff. `Really?' `Yes, for definite... it excites me.' `It doesn't put you off cos I might look like a girl?' `Not at all Roger. Will you feel like a girl?' I looked at this slim boy admiring his face and body, realising he had feminine features which simply enhanced his beauty. I asked him more about when he started wearing and how it felt. I'll leave Roger to write about that in a future installment but for now he had been wearing her knickers occasionally for about two weeks being careful not to get them dirty or to risk her wondering where they were. He usually wore a pair once it hit the laundry basket. He hadn't tried on any of her bras – she was not particularly busty so he felt they would fit. We were now lying on the floor in each other's arms, more relaxed as I explained it was because he was so tense about telling me this he hadn't been able to relax and enjoy being taken. Roger knew this and kissed me fully saying he knew he was `queer' and wanted me. I kissed back calling him `my love' and saying I wanted him and that I was `queer' too. We both knew this wasn't the time to do what we had hoped to do but there was more to be said. I gathered that Roger had not done much to prepare his bum, mostly his finger and had yet to get the buzz. I asked him if there was time to show me Jo's underwear. We first took the precaution of taking some of Roger's nature and bird books down to the lounge so we could retreat there quickly if Jo came back and it would look as if we were studying the countryside which in fact we both loved. We also knew Roger couldn't dress up this time in case we were disturbed but he went to his sister's room and came back with a pair of pink knickers with a frilly edge and also a white bra. I had to imagine them on Roger which wasn't difficult. He couldn't keep them or wear them as Jo might become suspicious. I kissed him telling him I knew it would be fantastic if he wore them. We kissed deeply and I asked if we could wank together. A quick look at watches and we couldn't risk it. It was a long deep kiss and goodbye so I could get out of the road before either Jo or Roger's mum came back. That afternoon I lay on my bed frustrated but also excited. The idea of taking Roger in girl's clothes really excited me. It was a surprise to me that this was Roger's secret fetish and I found it exciting. I was so horny. Roger had promised to try the candle which I had given him. I had cut it so he had fresh candle to play with and of course he had to hide it well. I had to use my finger that afternoon rather than the candle but just imagining Roger in knickers and bra was enough to get me off. Yes, we were going to meet that evening in our usual place. We both arrived dressed as we had been in the morning. Smiles and furtive looks around and then open mouthed kissing. I held Roger close as he whispered `check what I'm wearing.' Well, there was no bra under his shirt but a hand on his zip soon brought his trousers part way down and there were Jo's knickers. They looked perfect on Roger and I told him so as he said he felt good. I knelt and pulled them down enough. Roger didn't stop me as for the first time I took his erect cock in my mouth. Licking precum from his slit and then swirling round his cock got a groan of pleasure. I nibbled his cock, deep throated him as I had learned to do and listened to his excited moan and cries. With one hand I caressed his bum and fingered his hole. He soon came with gorgeous spurts in my mouth and I swallowed him. We kissed again so he could taste his own cum. It was perfect. `Your turn' he said. I lent against the gate legs apart as my jeans were lowered and my pants and then my love took my five inches in his mouth and played with it. No, he couldn't handle five inches yet but he could and did give my cock head a good work out. He also put his fingers round my hole and even pushed in slightly. My moans and enthusiasm kept him sucking. He may not have been the best for his first time but oh it felt wonderful. I tried to warn him I was close – but no good, he was determined to swallow all my cum. Four great gobs of cum splattered on the back of his throat. We kissed again getting used to the taste of our own cum. We were no longer virgins. I put my fingers inside Jo's knickers feeling the dry cotton and inhaling the smell of boy in his sister's underwear. When erect he certainly filled his sister's underwear! We stood talking and then Roger asked, `are we going to do it before school starts and when are you going back?' I explained I wouldn't be going back until late September and we had to find an opportunity. Roger sighed with tears as he said, `you'll go back, find someone else and I won't see you again.' `Roger.. we can't stop now, we want each other. Yes I go back to university but I wont want anyone else. I'll just be a wanking machine on my own till Christmas.' Laughter and `yeh?' Roger assured me he would not want any other guy and wasn't looking for girls. We talked about this and agreed we both had to use girls as a cover. It would be easier for Roger as no one would expect a fourteen/fifteen year old boy to get seriously into a girl yet but he could easily ask one out. He said challengingly `you fuck girls tho'. `Yes, I have done but I know now I'm queer too so.. no.. I won't be in any girl's knickers till I come back at Christmas and get into yours'. `I'll look forward to that then'. `Just don't wear Jo's knickers when you have PE or sports'. `As if! It feels so dangerous but good.' We still had time to take the final step in our relationship. We knew Roger was very tight and as he was quite small would have to practise with a candle but we could do it together as well. So that night Roger was going to do what I had done over the last week or so and use a candle to open himself up. But more importantly we had to get to know each other's bottoms and learn to play with them. We also had to make sure Philip was not left out, so we thought it best if Roger joined Philip with girls sometimes. Exploring each other's bodies was just not something we could do easily in the woods. We were both worried at being disturbed and it felt tense. Roger felt he couldn't have me round his house yet. He had explained to Jo, even though there was no need, that I had come round and we had looked at his nature books and were going to track some of the plants and grasses as well as the birds. This was a way of putting her off the scent but we knew we would have to do some nature observations to make it credible. I told him to keep using the candle and his finger and we could take our chance. There was a weekend coming up when my parents were taking Lizzie to College and they would be away for the whole of a Saturday and maybe overnight. We joked about sharing a bed and sleeping together. This was unrealistic but we could plan for it. Before that though we had an opportunity: Lizzie needed to get some art equipment for her college course and while the local town could supply what she wanted Mum offered to take her to Oxford for the day while Dad was at work. I was invited but wasn't keen on going using study as an excuse but really because it gave an opportunity for me to meet Roger. It was early September now so Roger had gone back to school so any meeting would be in the afternoon. I had calculated that Mum and Lizzie would not be back till about nine in the evening and I knew Dad was out on a job and wouldn't be back until later. Perfect Peter was left by his family to hold the fort at home! No one at his home knew of his secret life or his love. Roger was intrigued at coming round to my house. We both had families who today we would say were comfortably off, had large gardens, took part in regular local activities. It would be a shock to both our sets of parents to learn that we were both `queer'. Anyhow we sorted out meeting up one afternoon soon after school restarted.