Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2021 18:51:50 +0000
From: andyspellman <andyspellman@protonmail.com>
Subject: English-Village-Life Chapter 7

This continues the story of Peter and Roger with Roger's sister Jo having a
bigger role. His friend Philip appears briefly.

Remember Nifty needs your donations in order to keep the platform
going. This is my first Nifty story and it has moved in a different
direction from what I originally planned. This chapter is not strong on
sexual action but it moves the characters on and gets them ready for action
at Christmas.

We left chapter six with Roger so now we return to Peter.

I'm going to take back the narrative now. Roger has shown how he and I
handled Jo in our different ways at an early stage. It felt strange having
to have the permission of Roger's sister to keep my relationship with him
going but I was in no doubt this was what we had to do. Roger had phoned me
and suggested I meet him outside his school and go home on the bus with
him. I could get off a stop before him and no one would know
anything. That's what we did and amidst all the melee of teenage schoolboys
getting on the bus along with adults there was no problem and we could talk
quietly.

Roger had thought it out: he would chat with Philip at Scouts on Wednesday
and see if he wanted to meet me again and find out what he felt about
Jo. He suggested I ask Jo out for the following Saturday evening just as
friends. Roger looked so hot in his school uniform I rubbed his knee
briefly.

`You know if I kiss her I won't feel much'.

`Well think of me when you kiss her. That'll get you going.'

So I phoned Jo and asked her if she wanted to see a film that was on –
Doctor Zhivago I think, and maybe go for a drink afterwards. Jo was under
age but she could easily pass for eighteen in a bar. Her parents were told
I was local, a student, someone Roger knew and just being friendly. This
date, if you can call it that, was set for the Saturday. This was fine and
in my family Lizzie received the news in a call from Mum that I was meeting
a local girl with a smile - `about time'.

Meanwhile on the Wednesday Roger chatted with Philip who still felt
conflicted. On the one hand being sucked off was probably the best sex
experience he had had so far, but being sucked by a guy was not
ideal. Again Philip was concerned at people finding out leading to him
being labelled `homosexual', `poof', `queer'. He was as concerned also at
having his cock in the mouth of a man. He still quite fancied Roger but the
latter explained Jo was keeping an eye on him and was definitely against
any all male activity so he did not dare risk it. In fact as far as Roger
knew Jo was free some weekends if Philip wanted to try his luck with
her. OK she might seem to be in a different league but she was only two
years older than Philip.

I repeated the `meet after school and get the bus home' plan on the
Thursday. Roger sat very close to me and ran his hand over my jeans, 'I
miss this. I'm exhausted with getting other people to go out with each
other but I can't go out with you. Shall we chance it?'

`I want you too but you know we can't.'

`I want your cock in my arse. I know I want it there.'

`I want to put it in there. We haven't done it yet, not got that far. Would
you put yours in mine?'

`YES! If you want to get a guy to do it to you so you know how to do it
well... then get him to do it. A candle is good but I want a cock in mine
and to use my cock in yours.'

A final rub after this. We were both wanking at home of course but Roger
had only worn his new underwear on the previous Saturday after his heart to
heart with Jo. I had to keep discouraging Roger. My going out with Jo was a
peace offering and really he and I couldn't meet up as we wanted. But he
didn't seem to be bothered if I did do stuff with another guy.

`You know I'm frustrated and my cock is stiff.'

`Shhh.. people will hear you.'

`Don't care.'

Fortunately no one seemed to hear us so it was left that I would date Jo on
the Saturday while Roger was just going to have to amuse himself. It was
still warm enough to enjoy a private session in his hidy place on his walk
but just not what either of us wanted. Philip was left in lust as it were
but Roger sensibly suggested I meet up with Philip on the Sunday afternoon.

My Date with Jo

Ages since I had taken a girl out. It must have been last term probably
about May. I know it ended in her bed and I'd brought her to orgasm a
couple of times. That wasn't going to happen this evening. I certainly
hadn't bought any condoms. This was a respectable date and really it was
something I preferred. Anyhow dressed in bright shirt and cords I drove my
parent's car round, was briefly introduced to Jo's parents and then we were
on our way. Roger kept out of the way although I was introduced as someone
who like Roger was keen on nature.  I didn't know what her parents thought
of me, they were pleasant enough and the drive to town was OK. Jo wore a
blue top and grey slacks and had a silver cross pendant. I had got the
tickets earlier so it was into the film. Part way through I had my arm
round her and got my hand squeezed but it was no more than that.

After that we went to a bar I knew though it wasn't one I went to
often. I'd played pool there a couple of times back in the Easter holiday
but didn't know anyone there. It was aimed at the early twenties group but
there were plenty of people of Jo's age there, with beer slopped on the
floor, full ash trays, quite loud music and voices everywhere. This was the
first time we really spoke to each other and I think we were both
embarrassed. It wasn't an environment where you could talk about the
film. I wasn't sure if this was the right place to take Jo. Part way
through a drink Jo looked up and said, `that guy over there by the jukebox
keeps looking at you, do you know him?' I looked over.

My heart thumped, my hands became sweaty, it was one of the guys from the
toilet block who I had sucked a few times and he had sucked me and we had
both fingered each other. Hardly something to tell the girl you were
with. `Don't think so, tho maybe.. not sure where.'

`Well, he seems to know you.'

It seemed an agonising time before Jo saw some people she knew from College
who had certainly clocked she was with a guy they didn't know and whose
hand she had held. She said she was just going to go over to them.

I went to the toilet knowing my toilet block friend would follow me. He was
with another guy who looked to be much younger than him. Conversation
between us was limited. `So, with a girl then?'

`Yes.' I couldn't see there was anything else to say.

`Well, I haven't seen you for a while. Thought you had gone off having
fun. Gone off cock have we?'

`No, just like to mix it up.'

`Good for you, that's good for everyone but I miss having fun with
you. You're good. Have you met Dave out there, he's a student too, plumber
he is or going to be? I'm Mike by the way in case you didn't know.'

`Look,' said Mike, I'm not going to mess things up with your girl or
anything like that. No one knows I go with guys apart from Dave of course,
he's new, nervous but hot. I'm a plumber so that's how I know Dave.'

This didn't make much sense yet but we went back to stand near the jukebox
and I smiled at Dave who looked decidedly nervous. Mike was in his mid
twenties, fair hair, fit, smooth and as I knew with a generous cock. Dave
was a very skinny lad with long fair hair (fashion of the times), in
threadbare jeans. He had a pale face, hazel eyes and looked warily at me.

`Dave here is at College, on day release with me learning to be a
plumber. He's OK this lad, we don't just learn plumbing do we Dave? He's
learned more stuff that will help him. The sort of stuff you know too
though we could do with some extra tuition.'

Mike laughed as he said this. `He could have a quick lesson in the bog and
maybe I could get a refresher?'

`No, not now, I can't'

`Well we won't disturb you and your love bird but we'd love to see you here
on Tuesday evening maybe, bit earlier than this before it gets
crowded. What do you say?'

I wasn't sure what to do before answering but pointed at the pool table and
asked them about it. Yes, they played sometimes. I said I would be there on
Tuesday. `Yes, maybe a game of pool?'

Her friends had seen me talking I think but now I felt more confident. I
would worry about Tuesday later. For now this was a chance to take charge
of this situation and get back to Jo. I walked slowly back to our table and
she had done with her friends. I asked her about them and she was equally
curious about the guys I had chatted to.

None of her friends knew the guys which was a relief even though Dave was a
fellow student. The girls Jo knew were like her all on A Level courses so
had not met lads like Dave on a vocational course. Yes, I had met one of
the guys, the one who had looked over at me, some time ago in this bar I
explained. He's Mike and is a plumber. We'd played pool a couple of
times. Just as well I had played pool at University. So this conversation
fizzled out and there was little more to say. I also said I didn't know the
other lad at all who the girls were not interested in.

We went back to the car and started our drive home. Jo asked if we were
going straight home.  Of course we went to a quiet spot I knew. We chatted
then and she made it clear she wasn't going to talk about Roger which was
fine with me. Snogging Jo was good, she used her tongue and made me hard. I
loved holding her, tonguing each other. I was soon rubbing her breasts but
she made it clear by pushing me away that what was inside her slacks was
out of bounds. She did enjoy teasing my cock inside my cords.

`That's what Roger likes then.'

`I like you.'

More kissing and stroking her breasts which were not large but I could feel
she was getting excited. Maybe I had a chance after all.

We finished when Jo said, she needed to get back as she'd told her parents
she'd be home by 11 ish but she did say she wanted to see me on Wednesday
and to talk about Roger. By that time I was rubbing over her slacks but I
wasn't going to get any further that night.

Not much was said on the last part of the drive. We got out of the car and
continued snogging near her front door. I knew Roger would be able to hear
us and would probably be amused. Jo finished with, `thanks for a lovely
evening, you're a gentleman after all. But I do want to talk to you on your
own again on Wednesday and this time it is about Roger.' This was whispered
and he would not have been able to hear us.

One final strong kiss and that was it. So that was Saturday and there was
the following day with Philip to think about and then both Tuesday and
Wednesday.

Sunday and Philip

It was a dull afternoon and we were now in latish September. I met Philip
at the spot where I met him before with Roger. It was just idle chat at
first, chatting about the swimming pool and Jo as well. I started with,

`Do you fancy Jo?'

`Who doesn't. She's hot, knows it and doesn't let guys get too close.'

`Philip, you fancy Roger too.'

`Yeh but that's cos we were kids at scouts.'

`So?'

`Look, I loved it when you sucked me off and when I wanked you back but..I
dunno.'

`You liked it but are afraid of it?'

`Maybe. I'm not queer, well it was a queer thing to do... dunno if you
think it. Hear you went out with Jo yesterday.'

`Yes... saw a film.'

`Bit more than that was what I heard.'

`Maybe but not that much.'

`Hear you met a guy you knew.'

`Who told you that?'

`Jo's friend Sandra.'

`Yeh someone I've met before.. nothing much. We played pool a couple of
times. So What did Sandra say?

`Not much. Said Jo knew you as you knew her brother and said you seemed to
be OK'.

Jo had obviously been on the phone to Sandra this morning.

Philip dropped the topic. We went back to talking about sucking and being
sucked.

`Really you want a girl to suck you.'

`Yeh. But no one in sight at the moment.'

`Which girls round here do you know?'

`One or two like Sandra and Jo but not many.'

`Why not try Jo?'

`I dunno.. I'm not good enough for her. She's not stuck up or anything but
she's clever tho, so's Roger. She's just I don't know how to say it.

`Do you get horny Philip?'

`Course.. don't you? Did Jo get you horny?'

`Yes.'

`How far did you get with her?'

`Not that far really.'

`Are you asking her out again?'

`Well I'm back to university soon so won't see anyone till Christmas.'

`Jo will get someone tho she's smart, doesn't keep a guy for long.'

`How far do you want to go with Jo?'

`As far as she'll let me... No. not really.. I haven't done much and it
would show.'

`Would you lick her out?'

`What a question! Yeh.. if that was how to get into her knickers.'

`That's what sucking is about.'

`I suppose so... do you want to suck me then?'

I couldn't say no to this although I wasn't as keen on it after this
conversation. I just looked at Philip.

`Go on, do it, he said'

This was said in a tone that was both defiant and determined. Philip lent
against the gate, pulled his jeans down and his grey pants slowly wanking
his cock, making it hard. I knelt and helped him rub it. Philip went into a
trance. I don't think he knew it was a guy sucking him but perhaps getting
practice for Tuesday I licked his balls, licked along his shaft and took
his meat in my mouth. I used saliva, ran my mouth over his piss slit,
nibbled his cock and then sucked harder. I heard moans and it didn't take
long, I moved my mouth aside as three large jets of cum landed on the
grass.

`Maybe next time it will be either Sandra or Jo doing that.'

`I wish.. it wouldn't be as good tho.'

`Thanks. Do you want to do anything back?'

`Suppose so.'

`Look you don't have to. I know you don't feel right about it.'

`Let me see you wank tho.'

I don't usually have an audience for a wank, after all it's quite a private
thing but there in that field I unzipped my jeans, pushed them and my pants
down and wanked myself to my audience. I think I gave a good display.

I suggested to Philip that he shouldn't think of Jo being outside his
league. He should take a chance. I knew Philip was shy about it but left
him to think about going out with Jo.

I went home fairly satisfied. After all I had given a good suck. So on both
Sunday and Monday I used my candle and got my bum in full working order in
case it got cock visitors on Tuesday.


Tuesday at the bar

Despite my nerves I was at the bar on Tuesday evening and had lube in my
pocket. I had walked into town so was free to drink beer. Mike was there
with Dave. This time we talked a bit more. I had a better chance to look at
Dave now. He was a lad of about eighteen and as I said before had long
fairish hair, pale skin, a natural blond, very thin. He was extremely
nervous and Mike was good at including him. I learned that Dave had little
experience with guys but had enjoyed learning how to suck and be sucked. He
thought he wanted to top and needed a bottom. Of course he had never done
it before and Mike had only fingered. Mike did not want to bottom really
and preferred fingering. He quite fancied trying to be a top.

`So, why assume I'm a bottom or will bottom for you'

`No assumptions. If we end up just sucking each other and fingering that's
OK. Why not tell us what you like and how far you've gone?'

I explained I had not done either top or bottom but was open to either. I
did not say I was hoping to fuck Roger's bottom as soon as I could. In fact
I did not think of it, Jo's influence was starting to have an effect.

We decided to go to the nearby College as the students were still on
holiday and no one would be around. We would probably have to stay outside
but it would be quiet. We walked down a small road, into the College
grounds and then as luck would have it in through an open door. We wandered
up a staircase and into what would be a student's bedroom in term
time. There was a bed, a table, a chair and that was about it.

There was nervous laughter as we looked at the bare room and we kept our
voices to a whisper. Mike caressed me and I leaned in and kissed him. This
was something Dave had not seen before, two guys kissing, and he looked to
be turned on. I remembered Roger telling me that I could find out about
being a bottom. However, I wanted Mike to go first. I said to him, `Why
don't you try being a bottom. I'll stop if it hurts too much.'

`I don't really fancy it.'

`Dave will be impressed if you do it tho.

`He'll want to do it to me all the time tho.'

We were fondling across our jeans by now and I unzipped him, feeling that
decent size cock. Mike had my jeans pushed down.

`OK I'll try it.'

Mike took his jeans and pants off completely and I did the same telling him
to lie on the bed on his back while I lubed him. I knew I had to do this
slowly so I gradually spread the lube along his crack and deep into his
hole. Once I had one finger inside he shuddered with pain so I paused and
then circled round inside him, gradually getting a second finger inside. I
knew I wasn't big but that Mike would need to be well lubed. I told him to
kneel and then I pushed my cock against his puckered hole. Nothing happened
for a moment then I slid in about half an inch and then Mike cried, `No I
can't.'

He was embarrassed but I told him not to worry, kissing him and telling him
as I really believed it took time to get right and this wasn't the best
place for it.

Mike gave me a kiss and asked me to bottom for him. I knew this was coming
and so I lubed my bottom generously and told Mike to finger me
again. Thanks to my candle practice I was able to get more lube into my
hole. I told Mike I was going to kneel for my first time and he should get
behind me. He rubbed himself back to hardness and pushed into me.

It did not feel too bad at first but then Wow it hurt. He was only an inch
or so inside me. I tried to push out so he could get in. My tightness in my
fuck tube held him and so without much movement he squirted inside me. In
those days we did not think of using condoms of course.

I had been fucked although not well or properly and my bum hurt, with a red
hot poker feeling inside it. Dave had undone his jeans and was staring open
mouthed thoroughly turned on.

I said to him, `Before you try we are going to have a walk round this
corridor while Mike stays here. I want to talk to you.'

Mike sat on the bed pulling out a beer can while Dave and I walked along
the corridor. I said I wondered how many students in this corridor stayed
in their own rooms at night. I then asked him if he really wanted to try
being a top. He did, so based on my minimal experience I told him:

Lube me and use two fingers so get it right in Lube your cock too Go in
slowly and wait until you are about an inch inside before you push further.

For some reason I felt more relaxed with Dave as the top and did not think
he would be too crude in how he did it.

Back to the bedroom and again I knelt on the bed with my legs splayed while
first Mike and then Dave slathered me in lube and I told Dave to lube me
until he could get two fingers up. He was a bit nervous over doing this but
he did get a finger up me. I felt his cock, nowhere near as big as Mike's,
probing round my hole. Then the same sharp pain I felt from Mike but a
pause. I told Dave to push in a bit further and this time the pain subsided
but did not disappear. It was too much for Dave really and he came quickly
so I had more spunk both inside me and dripping down my legs.

Not a successful evening really but at least I had a better idea of how to
do it. When I undressed that night I saw cum stains on my pants from Mike
and Dave and my bum felt squelchy.

The next day was to be meeting up with Jo.

Meeting Jo

I felt relaxed at meeting Jo. I knew she would not know about the
`gangbang' the previous day. If she noticed I was sitting rather gingerly
she didn't say anything. She was dressed in a blouse and jeans and I was
wearing shirt, jeans and jersey.

She thanked me for coming round, said she enjoyed Saturday and after a
silence she said she wanted to talk about Roger.

`I don't know where to begin.'

`Has anything happened then?'

`I spoke with Roger as you know. It wasn't easy, he just doesn't take it
seriously and then it got well..difficult.'

`Can you tell me why?'

Jo looked embarrassed but eventually explained Roger had told her he wanted
to try being caned and she had spanked him. It excited him. She was shocked
by how much he liked it and she didn't feel this was right, especially as
he was wearing girl's underwear.

I explained I had never been involved in spanking or anything like that. Jo
was worried it might get out of hand and she wanted to know it was not
something I expected Roger to do with me. I said I'd never thought of it
but asked her how she had felt about it once it happened. She looked away
but said it was more exciting than she thought it would be and that..well,
and here she looked away. I drew my own conclusions.

`You're a decent guy and lots of girls would want you in their pants.'

`Well you don't want me in them.'

`I haven't said that', she turned away `but you want my brother'.

`I'm bi Jo.'

`I know and Roger still believes he is queer..maybe he is. How will anyone
be nice to him if he is. Everyone shouts at poofs and queers. It's
horrible.


`Jo, Roger may want guys, I know he does but maybe he too will like girls
as well. I haven't got two heads or anything. I'm normal, well mostly.'

`I know you are. In fact you're the most normal person I know at the
moment.'

Jo was fiddling with her pendant and trying to look away. I didn't know
what to say. Jo then asked me how did I know I wanted to do stuff with boys
and guys. I told her about boarding school and then life at university. She
asked me about girls I had been out with and I told her.

`So you bed a girl as soon as she'll let you.'

`I don't think it's happened like that, maybe once, but not
otherwise. Normally it's been as it was with us on Saturday – date and
then snogging then home, nothing more and then well it's happened.

`I know all guys masturbate and Roger has told me about it. Do you think of
girls when you do?'

I was honest, `Girls and guys.'

`Roger as one of the boys when you do it?'

`Sometimes.'

`How about me?' This was asked with a blush.

`Yes, I do think of you' I said quietly.

`Peter I've thought of you..'

This was a decisive moment. Was I going to succeed where other guys had
failed. I thought for a minute.

`Jo, are you trying to get me to seduce you so it might protect Roger?'

`Maybe.. I admit that's been in my mind but I think you are sexy anyway. I
think I want you, in fact well there it is.'

There was a pause and we looked away before looking back at each
other. There was a bulge in my jeans and Jo would definitely see it. She
returned to her biggest concern: how would the world treat her brother if
he announced he was homosexual? What would happen if people knew he wore
girls' underwear? I explained the world could be cruel but guys stick
together and don't turn away from girls. I said wearing girls' underwear
would be something only between Roger and people he allowed to see him in
underwear.

`Peter, I was excited chatting with Roger and I shouldn't have been.'

`Why not? It's OK to be excited. I'm excited now with you.'

`Peter, what are you going to do with Roger? You know the rules we agreed.'

`Yes, and I've stuck to them. I haven't met Roger since we agreed.' I
didn't say anything about bus ride home meetings.

`Well, you can write to Roger and send it to me at College and he can do
the same. He knows that. And now you write to me and I write back. At
Christmas we'll see. I'll assess then and maybe you and I can go further.'

It was agreed nothing further would happen until the Christmas holiday
apart from letter writing (a forgotten art today. I felt I might score with
Jo and was still hopeful of going further with Roger.

Next time we will see what happens with the letter writers and also the
leadup to Christmas.