Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2012 12:31:43 +0000 (GMT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Long Summer Holiday

It was the first Monday morning of the long summer holidays, and Peter was
laying in bed, wondering what to do with himself. His Dad had left home
when he was 10, and now at 12, he was unbelieveably close to his Mum. There
was so much affection in the form of kissing and cuddling between them,
and, when caught wanking in the toilet one day wearing a pair of her
panties, she told him that it was alright to dress up, as long as no-one
else found out. Since then Peter had always dressed up in his Mums clothes
indoors. It was 7.30, and there was a knock on Peters bedroom door. The
door opened, it was Mum "I'm just off to work darling" she said as she
walked over to Peters bedside. "Give Mum a kiss" she whispered as she bent
over the bed. Peter pulled the duvet right up over his shoulders, and
waited for Mums lips to be pressed to his. As usual, the kiss seemed to
linger a little, giving Mum enough time to pull the duvet down, and see
what Peter had worn to bed.

"Oh Peter" Mum said "That's one of my newest nighties, and one of my
bras. Perhaps you should have been a girl after all." Pulling the duvet
back up she whispered "Don't forget to rinse those out later, I know what
you get up to when you wear my underwear, remember"!!!!!!!! I just
nodded. "What are you doing today ?" she asked as she walked to the
door. "I thought I'd sunbathe this morning Mum, and go swimming later" I
replied. "Ok darling, have a good time. See you at 5.00" she said, and was
gone. As I heard the front door close, I reached under the pillow and
pulled out the clothing catalogue that Mum used to oder her bits. I turned
to the mens underwear pages and slowly looked at the pictiures of men
posing in their underpants. I loved it. At school I was heavily invovled in
wanking off other boys, and loved to see them in their pants, and loved,
even more, slipping my hand down inside them. I eased my free hand up under
the nightie, and down into the frilly panties I had on. My boy-cock was
already lovely and stiff, and wrapping my fingers alround it, started to
wank myself off, while looking at bulging underpants. Moments later boy-cum
was spurting into the panties. "Oh that felt so much better" I thought.

I had a shower and went downstairs to rinse out Mums undies. By 8.30 I was
hanging the underwear on the line, wearing just a towell. "Oh Peter, you're
such a good boy" I heard and turned to see George, our neighbour. "Not too
many young boys would hang their Mums undies on the line" "Oh hello George"
I said "How's your Mum"? "Still got the flu" he said "she'll probably spend
today in bed. What are you going to do today, as it's the holidays"? "Not
sure" I said looking over at him, in his shorts and t-shirt "Maybe sunbathe
and go swimming later. What shift are you on this week" "I'm 2 till 10 this
week, so perhaps I could sunbathe with you. You could pop round to me"

"Ok" I said smiling to myself. I had caught George spying on me sunbathing
the previous weekend, looking out of his back bedroom window, down at me
laying on a blanket. "I haven't got any swimming trunks to wear" I said " I
was going to get some at the pool later" "That's ok Peter" he said " That
towell will do. Why not come through now"?  I opened the little gate in the
dividing fence, and walked through. "You're sure it's ok"? I asked "Of
course" he said "Mum will be asleep for ages. You get the sun-beds out of
the shed and I'll put some trunks on" He disappeared indoors, so I went to
the shed and got out 2 sunbeds, which I placed in the sun, right outside
the back door. We were very lucky. Being at the end of a cul-de-sac, our
back garden were totally private, and not over looked by anyone. I heard
him coming, and managed to bend over to smooth out the sun bed material,
and present my bare bottom for him to see. It felt nice. The previous
weekend, when I saw him looking down at me, I teased him by repeatedly
turning over and showing a bit more of my bottom.

"Oh Peter, you do look nice like that" he whispered softly. I stood up and
turned "I'm ever so sorry George, I didn't know you were there. Wow, what
are you wearing"? I blurted out, looking at him wearing a very tight pair
of bright yellow swimming trunkes. His bulge looked gorgeous. Slowly he
turned around, stopping for a few seconds to show me his bottom cheeks,
tighly encased in yellow shiny material, then round to the front again. My
eyes were on his bulge. He was about 50, and a little chubby, but had no
hair on his chest, and none on his round tummy either. "Well Peter" he
sighed "What do you think. Do you like me in these"? I just nodded, looking
down at his bulge, adding "Yes George, you look lovely"

"You make yourself comfy, I'll pop and get the sun cream", he said and
turned and went indoors. I wanted to give him another show, so I laid face
down on one sunbed, lifted the towell slightly, and parted my legs, knowing
he'd get a nice eyeful when he came back. I heard him enter the kitchen,
then it went quiet, and I knew he'd be standing at the back door, looking
at me. A minute or two went by, then "You look comfortable Peter" and he
walked out into the garden. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked
over at him. Straight away, I could see something was different. It was his
bulge. His cock was now on display, at 45 degrees up one groin. It was
semi-hard. What a wonderful feeling, George getting a hard-on, just looking
at my bare bottom. I wondered what he'd think of me in bra, knickers and a
nightie??

What a shame, he laid down beside me, but on his tummy, the bulge had
gone. "You're so lovely Peter" he whispered, patting me on the shoulder,
and leaving his hand there. I laid back down, enjoying his touch. After
several seconds, his hand slid down my back, very slowly, ending up on the
top edge of my towell. I wanted him to slip it underneath and feel my
bottom cheeks, but he left it there. "I wish I had a pair of swimming
trunks like those" I said quietly, looking over at him. "These would be too
big for you Peter" he sighed "you've got a beautiful small round bottom"
Suddenly I felt his hand slip down onto my bottom, and I could feel him
gently squeezing my cheeks through the towell. It felt so good. "You've got
such a lovely bottom Peter, and it feels so nice to touch." he blurted out
"You don't mind, do you" he quickly asked.

"No George" I wheezed "It feels nice, having your hand there" Wow, it felt
so nice, I didn't want him taking it away. I'd say anything to keep it
there. "I wish I had a pair of trunks like yours George" I said very
quietly "I can't feel much through this horrible thick towell. Whereabouts
is your hand anyway"?  "Just here Peter, on your bottom" he said.  "I still
can't really feel it George" I said to him, lying through my
teeth. Suddenly I felt the towell being moved, folded upwards. "Just here
Peter" He whispered "this is where my hand was, on your bottom cheeks, but
on top of the towell. Can you feel it now"? I looked over at him, smiled
and added "Yes George, I can feel it now, and it feels nice. You can leave
it there if you like" Looking over, I saw him nod, and felt the hand gently
cup itself over one cheek. I closed my eyes and lay there, enjoying this 50
year old man playing with my bottom cheek.  "You're very close to your Mum
aren't you Peter"? he asked softly, moving his hand across to the other
cheek. I nodded.  "You won't tell anyone that I've touched your
bottom.................will you" he asked after a time. I shook my head,
and said "No George, I like being close to you like this, and wouldn't want
it to stop"

"I like you Peter" he said "I've seen you in the garden sunbathing in your
pants many times, and have wanted to touch you like this, you don't mind me
doing this do you"? Again I shook my head, and felt the towell being
replaced over my bottom, but his hand staying on my cheeks, underneath. "I
like being close to you as well Peter" he whispered as I felt his
fingertips parting my cheeks, and then one exploring along my crack. As it
touched my boy-hole, I shuddered. "Sorry Peter" he said "I didn't mean to
scare you" "You didn't George, it just took me by surprise" I gasped. Again
the finger explored, I gasped each time it touched my secret place, then it
stopped and started to push. I looked over at him. "Does that feel nice
Peter"? he asked. I nodded, and it pushed again and again, until,
OOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh his fingertip slipped inside me. "Is that better now"?
he asked. I nodded and added "It feels lovely George". He smiled and pushed
the finger in a little further, and soon it was easing it in and out. My
boy-cock was by now fully erect, and I wanted to feel Georges hands on
that, but I'd have to be patient. "Why don't you cuddle me"? he asked,
pushing the finger fully into me. "I'd really like you to". I nodded and
eased my arm up and over his waist, and let my hand come to rest over his
bottom cheeks. I patted them and started to rub them. "Oh that feels so
nice Peter" he sighed "These trunks are so thin. I can feel the warmth of
your hand. It's like not having any trunks on at all"

We lay there for ages, my hand gently carressing his bottom cheeks through
the thin stretchy material, while his finger continued to slip in and out
of my bottom.  "Let me quickly go and check on Mum" he whispered, and I
felt the finger slip out of my bottom. Seconds later he was back. "Mum's
still fast asleep Peter" he said, pushing his sunbed towards mine until
they touched. I felt the towell being pulled off me, turned my head and saw
him fold it up and put it on the ground in front of us. "That's better
Peter" he whispered "The sun can get to your nice bottom now. Can you feel
it"? I nodded "Yes it feels lovely" I replied.

"No-one can see us Peter" he said "Do you think I should take my trunks
off, and let my bottom get some sun, or would you be offended"? "No, that
would be alright George. Like you, I have often seen you sunbathing from my
bedroom window, and wondered if you'd do it naked one day" "So, we've both
been spying on each other then Peter" he said standing beside his sunbed
and hooking his fingers in the waistband on the trunks, "Hoping to catch
the other naked". As I nodded, he pulled the trunks smartly down to his
knees, then to his ankles. WOW. I lookeds up at his cock. It was totally
hairless. He looked just like a chubby schoolboy. "I shave everywhere
Peter" he said, seeing me looking "It looks so much
nicer........................ doesn't it"? I nodded in silence, still
gazing at the gorgeous organ hanging limply between his legs. "Yes" I
blurted out "you look like one of my school-chums" "Do you like it Peter"?
he asked. I nodded, my eyes still fixed on his cock. Suddenly the cock was
gone as George laid down beside me. I felt his hand on my bottom again, his
fingers parting my cheeks. Oh the sun felt warm for a second, before his
fingers began to explore. Once again I shuddered as it touched my secret
place. "You like me touching you there don't you Peter"? As I nodded, it
started to push, and was soon back inside me, rythmically easing in and
out. "What do you do at school Peter, with other boys"?

As I lay there in the sun with his finger up my bottom, it seemd so easy to
talk about things. "I go into toilet cubicles with other boys, and wank
them off" I sighed. "Do you like it"? he asked "Oh yes, I love wanking them
off and seeing them cum, but I prefer letting them do things to me" "What
things Peter, tell me". "I like letting them undress me, and play with
me. Oh I love being played with. One older boy has started kissing me as he
does things" "Do you like that Peter, being kissed"? I silently nodded with
my eyes closed, and suddenly felt a kiss on my forehead. I looked over at
him. He was smiling. "Has any boy done this to your bottom">? I shook my
head "One boy has tried to push his cock up my bottom". I whispered "Did
you want him to"? George asked. I just nodded. "Did you like the feeling of
him trying"? I nodded again.

"Time to turn over Peter" George said. I felt nervous, but slowly rolled
over until I was laying on my back, with my half-hard boy-cock on show. "Oh
you're such a lovely looking boy Peter" he said slipping an arm under my
shoulders and pulling me over towards him. Propping himself up on one
elbow, and leaning over, he planted a brief kiss on my lips, then another
and another. I felt a hand on my tummy, and it was moving towards my
cock. I quickly looked down to see his fingers wrapping themselves around
my boy-cock. "Oh George" I wheezed. Then another kiss, longer, a bit like
my Mums, then another, then Oh I felt his tongue. I parted my lips and let
it into my mouth, as his hand began to wank me off. Between kisses we both
looked down at his hand on my cock. "Oh Peter, you're so lovely. Will you
let me do lots of things to you"? I nodded and put one arm around his neck,
pulling him to me for another kiss, and slid the other over his bare bottom
cheeks, and began to careess them. My arm slid off and my hand lay touching
his hip. After the next kiss, he whispered "Peter, I want you to touch my
cock, will you.............please" I watched as he rolled over slightly,
exposing his hairless cock. It was fully erect and pointing stright at me,
and looked so gorgeous. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around it.
"Oh Peter, That's lovely. I've wanted you to touch me for so long". Another
kiss. "Have you"? I asked, as I started to wank him. "Yes darling Peter" he
whispered "Most nights I wank myself off in bed, dreaming of you getting
into bed with me"

Suddenly my boy-cum was on the way. "Oh George, I'm cuming" We both looked
down and saw spurts of creamy white cum spurt into the air.

End of Part 1