Date: Sat, 3 Mar 2018 10:16:16 -0500 (EST) From: Freddy E. Subject: Ben's Big Adventure Chapter 1 Ben's Big Adventure Chapter 1, the adventure begins! Unlike my other stories, this story is completely fictional-which should be obvious. This storyline is a series of fantasies that I imagined when I was much younger. I am not making any suggestion regarding any character's sexual orientation. This is pure fiction and how I hope my meetings with these people would go. I am putting them down on paper for both my, and my reader's enjoyment. Flushing out the stories should be fun!! As always, support this site!!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was in the Spring of my first year of high school and already completely bored. This was back in the seventies, before someone could get connected online and keep yourself entertained. I was in a boring history class, which for me was hard to do as I enjoyed learning history. My town was even a living museum, so I was able to read about some historical event and then visit where it took place! However, my teacher was a total bore. She had a very dated approach to education and her voice droned one in such a way that it was almost impossible to stay away, much less pat attention. I found my mind wandering until I was focused on sometime completely different. Puberty was hitting me hard-I was a late bloomer-and this caused my mind to wander to fantasies of me hooking up with the ROTC teacher. I wasn't in ROTC, but I was working through a crush on the teacher for the program. He was actually an active military officer who was assigned to my high school. My fantasy began when I was using the urinal and he walked right up to it, while engaged in a conversation with another teacher. Paying me no attention, he unzipped his pants and whipped out a nicely formed, uncut cock. Being circumcised myself, I was intrigued by the intact foreskin, especially when the teacher casually skinned back the covering to reveal a smooth, shiny glans. Since the teacher was engaged with the other faculty member, I could take in the entire view for a couple minutes. I finished up, zipped up and left the bathroom, but the image of the man's uncut phallus stayed with me all day. I wondered what an uncut cock felt like, was it easy to retract the foreskin? Was his cock head more sensitive? I had read that it was, but that was in a skin magazine, so I had only a little faith in the information. However, I couldn't take my mind off the vision of his penis as he urinated beside me. These thoughts forced themselves into my bored brain and I finally let go of even trying to listen to our history lesson. I fixated on the world map just above the teacher's head and zoned out. Of course, a comment or two from the history teacher would enter my psyche and alter my thought process here and there. Our topic was England in WWII and of course the teacher was trying to contrast Churchill's leadership with his predecessor Chamberlain. Thus, I had the vision of the ROTC teacher's penis, Churchill and Chamberlain rolling around in my head. I was clocking in and out of reality but soon lost the battle and escaped into my fantasy world. I was lost in my imaginary thoughts when all of a sudden, I found myself in a verdant field, walking down a path. I was following a brook that casually rippled as I walked. The weather was pleasant, not too hot, but warm enough that felt quite comfortable. This was much better than history class!! As I walked, I came upon a man painting the scene. He looked familiar, which made me feel like I knew him and felt safe walking up to this stranger. He was dressed almost formally, compared to what we wore in the US. He had a fedora on his head, and he donned a smock to cover his clothes. He was puffing on a fat cigar which he rolled in his lips. The man was very intent on his painting and only noticed me after I called a greeting to him. His brow furrowed and I could tell he didn't wish to be disturbed, so I hesitated to approach him. For some reason, my legs carried me toward him as he begrudgingly started to stow his brushes in turpentine to keep them soft. When I walked up to him, he stood and greeted me with a firm handshake. He inquired as to how I made my way onto his property and how could he help me. He had a thick, British accent and his lips made funny shapes as he spoke. It took me a second to register his comments through his pronounced accent, as well as his archaic verbiage. His language and the fact that I was still coming to grips with how I arrived here, kept me a little off-balance. Thinking quickly, I tried to come up with an answer to his query. I told the man I was visiting and somehow wandered off and got lost. I inquired where I was and the man harrumphed that I was on the property of Cartwell House. The name sounded familiar, as did the man's face, but I was still trying to figure out what I was going on, so it only faintly registered. Trying to buy some time, I looked at the painting and took the opportunity to look at the scene the man was painting-it was beautiful!! I can see why he decided to paint the scene. I allowed myself the opportunity to listen to the babbling brook, take in the new spring foliage and center myself. The man turned to me and ask what a yank was doing so far south and how could he help me. That is when I recognized the face!!! I was standing face to face with Winston Churchill!!! He wasn't as old and haggard as he would become after WWII, so I asked him what year it was. He looked at me like I was missing a few light bulbs in my chandelier and said 1936! He then sternly looked at me and asked why I had disturbed his painting. I was dumbfounded! How had I traveled back 30 years, and to a different country?! I looked closely at the man to take in every bit of detail I could. He wasn't tall, actually only an inch or so taller than I at the time. He was a bit chubby, but in a good way. His sleeves were rolled up and I noticed he didn't have a lot of hair on his arms. His hands were those of the gentry-i.e. he wasn't a laborer-but covered with paints. His cherubic face was nicely formed and not as jowly as later years. He did have a charisma about him that drew you in, and made me want to stay and get to know him better. Creating a cover story on the fly, I said that my parents were visiting relatives in a nearby chateau of which I had forgotten the name-I also forgot that chateau was French and saw Mr. Churchill shiver when I used the word. I quickly covered myself saying that I was very pleased to meet him and that I was a great admirer of his. Or course, I realized that the many admirable things they teach in history class hadn't yet happened so I searched my brain for something I could use to back up my story. Fortunately, I am an avid reader and remembered some stories of Churchill during the Boer war, particularly about his adventurous escape from POW camp. I related a couple of the stories, such as when he had to live in a coal mine to escape recapture. Fortunately, like all ambitious men, playing to his vanity was a great strategy. I could see his demeanor change and become more welcoming. He reached into his painting kit, withdrew a flask and took a sip of brandy. Sitting down, he then took a good look at me. I guess he liked what he saw because he began to regale me with some of his exploits. I enjoyed the stories, but was worried that I had totally disrupted his painting. Not wanting to upset him, I began to fidget and look for an excuse to leave. He must have wanted me to stay because he didn't seem to usher me off. In fact, he looked at me and asked if I would model for him-Would I!!!! I was enjoying my interview with such a famous man and sitting for a portrait would be a great way to prolong my visit. I asked what he wanted and where he wanted me. He chuckled a bit, said that I should sit on some moss-covered rocks beside the brook. The light was ideal for such a painting. Even though I didn't have an artist's eye, I could see the light gave the glen a mystical aura. I looked at the rocks and was trying to figure out a way to sit without dirtying my clothes. He laughed and said that I needn't worry about my clothes as he wanted a nude pixie for this scene. Only slightly taken aback, I looked at his face. He was now both intense in trying to create a scene to paint, and looking at me lecherously as he wanted to strip me naked before him. Picking up on both driving forces, I only asked how he wanted me to position myself. I began to remove my clothes without a care about anyone else walking up on us. This was quite unusual for me as I was raised in a very private family and barely entering puberty, I was very bashful about being seen naked. In fact, if I could have showered with my clothes on, I would have. However, this man had a magical hold on me and I wanted to please him anyway I could. I was careful to fold my clothes and place them someplace they wouldn't get muddy or wet. Winston-I figured I would be naked soon, so I should be on a first name basis-watched my disrobing with intense interest. When I was finally naked, I turned around to provide him a complete view of my teenage body. At this point in time, I wasn't that far into puberty. I did have pubic hair, but it was light blonde and hard to see from a distance. My cock was almost adult sized, but I would grow a bit more as I aged, further. I didn't have any hair on my upper thighs, chest or underarms and only a sparse amount on my lower legs and forearms. This seemed to please Winston immensely. He looked me over and said that I was perfect for a marsh pixie! He did wonder if I was Jewish, but I told him that circumcision was standard in the US now. I was a proud member of the Church of England as I had only recently been confirmed. This seemed to satisfy him as he moved to position me for his portrait. Winston never took his eyes off me. He didn't just leer at my cock and balls, but at my entire nude body. He had me turn around a few times to take in every angle of me. He walked up to me, grabbed my upper arm and guided me to the rocks he wanted me to sit upon. Being so close he continued to ogle my naked form. He took great pleasure in positioning me just as he wanted. This afforded him the opportunity to fondle my arms, torso and legs. When he finally had me perfectly positioned, he stood back to admire the view. I was sitting with my far leg straight down the rock with my nearer leg bent and holding my body in position. This left my legs a bit open and gave Winston a clear view of my genitals as they hung down. In fact, I later found out that he had a nice view of my anus as my butt cheeks opened up a bit in that position. I still have wet dreams remembering him staring at my virgin cherry and naked body. Winston was actually an artist and he did paint the scene. The nice thing about my timing was that most of the background foliage was already on canvas. He only had to finish a few things and paint me into the picture. After a while of sitting motionless, I was beginning to ache a bit. However, I was able to get lost in our conversation, which centered on Winston's exploits in South Africa. His stories were so interesting, that I could endure the ache of modeling for him. We worked until the sun was too low, and I was getting chilly. Winston told me I could get up, but not to get dressed yet. I stood naked while Winston gathered up his supplies. He then walked over to me with a small towel which he used to wipe off any moss from my backside. He placed his thick hand on my hip to steady me while he worked. I looked down at his chubby fingers just an inch from where my cock attached to my body. The site was overwhelming, and I began to go from flaccid, to chubbing up, to my cock pointing away from my body. Tried to stop the reaction, but anyone can tell you that trying to stop a hard-on at 14 years old is impossible. As Winston finished cleaning my backside, he let his hand slip a bit and he made contact with my semi-erect penis. He gave a chuckle as his hand unabashedly grabbed onto my penis and gave it a squeeze. He said that he liked how I looked and wondered how big that monster would get. Having such a powerful-even though he wasn't in office at this time-man fondle me caused me to become fully erect. Winston released my penis and stood back to admire how it pointed to the sky. I didn't realize that this was a characteristic of puberty and that my penis wouldn't always point to the cloud when I got a hard-on, but Winston's admiration was a nice salve against the cooler evening air. Reluctantly, Winston told me to dress and we would wash off the rest at Cartwell. Having no other thoughts, I dressed and followed him to his manor house. We were greeted by a few servants, who didn't even notice me-or were trained to not let on that they had. They were instructed to draw a bath for me and that I would be staying the night. Since my cover story was a rouse, I was happy for the accommodations. I was handed off to an older male servant who escorted me to a guest room. The valet had a regal-ness about him. He was about 5-9, and I have no idea his weight, but he held it very well. He was clean shave, and immaculate about his grooming. I found him to be very handsome and was glad that the older valet was assigned to me. I was shown a bathroom with running water and told to disrobe while he ran the bath. Not knowing how to act in front of a servant, I went into the bedroom and removed my clothes. I returned to the bath, naked, and entered just as the man was rising from a knee to look at me. He was very well mannered, but I could tell he was taking in the view of the naked boy in front of him. He even watched as I slowly entered the hot bath. I thought he would leave and was surprised when he closed in on me and began to soap up a washrag. He then proceeded to wash my back and shoulders. I come from a very private family and hadn't had anyone touch my body-other than Winston earlier in the day-and to have someone washing me was overwhelming my senses to say the least, especially a handsome stranger. Just as I was about to tell him to leave, I remembered that this was Imperial England and having servants was more the norm for the landed gentry than not. The water splashing down my body was sensual enough, but to have his hands caressing my body as the wash rag sloshed over me was too much to keep up with. I was soon told to stand, and being so overawed, I just followed directions. As I stood, the servant took in my cock and balls from a very close perspective. Before I really noticed, he regained his composure and began to wash my thighs and legs. The valet's hands were much hairier than Winston's and looked like they did more manual labor. They weren't calloused, but they were strong. I was mesmerized watching his mature, hairy hands wash my almost hairless body. The entire bath was vey intimate and I was enjoying every minute of it. Of course, my pleasure indicator was at full mast, and remained so when it too was washed and rinsed. Even my backside was thoroughly washed and the sensual nature of having this proper English valet washing me was worth whatever price I would have to pay for this adventure. Too soon the bath was over. My penis was still pointing to the ceiling and I wondered why the valet hadn't just gotten me off. Instead, I remained sexually frustrated as the valet dried my body off with a velvety-soft towel. I could really get used to the life of the gentry!! Once dried, the valet stepped back, looking at me admiringly as asked if he could be of further help. Not knowing how to respond-being too shy to ask him to give me a handjob and not knowing what was in store, I just wrapped my arms around my chest. Being the professional, the valet apologized and immediately secured a robe to wrap me up. Once I donned the robe, I was escorted to another, larger bedroom and requested to wait. I had to chuckle, as my erect penis kept working its way between the front flaps like a snake that wanted to get a better view of the estate. The hallway felt chilly on my bare feet as I padded along behind the valet. Just as my toes were getting chilled, we entered a luxurious room that was well carpeted with Persian rugs. There was also a fire burning in the corner that warmed the room from the evening chill. I was directed to a settee and asked to wait for the laird. I had no idea what that meant, but I got the gist of the request. Very soon afterward, Winston entered the room with another valet. This valet was a bit wet, but he was working hard to dry a naked Winston. Winston noticed me, opened his arms and stood before in his birthday suit declaring that "Cartwell has nothing to hide!!" I openly leered at his naked body. He wasn't hairy at all, in fact, he really didn't have much more body hair than I did at the time. His porcelain-white skin had a nice healthy glow after his tub. Both his hands and feet had a nice pink hue to them and his smile made him look like a well-shaven Santa Claus! He was a bit chubby, but that made him look even more endearing. I just wanted to strip off my robe and run up and give his sexy body a long hug. I wanted to feel the warmth his body was giving off after his bath. Instead, I remained seated and took in the erotic view of Winston's valet doing his work. Finally, the valet was drying Winston's lower limbs and I could get a full view of the naked man. I said he was a bit chubby, but what I would call fat on him was his plump, uncut cock!! He didn't look like he was all that long, but the girth was as wide as my wrist!! Granted, I was as skinny as a pole, but my wrist is still big compared to someone's penis. He didn't have much pubic hair, but what he did have framed and focused one's attention to his prominent cock. Not only was his cock striking, but he also had nice balls that pushed his hooded cock forward so that I had a picture-perfect view of his entire package. And view I did! I stared, and stared until Winston's naked image was burned into my brain. To tell the truth, this was really my first adult I had seen in the nude to date! I not only studied his body for my sexual desires, but to determine how age had affected his body. He wasn't as toned as the boys in my locker room, even the fat ones, but he looked much more handsome. His body was much more curvy than muscular and that made me thing he would be much more fun to snuggle against. His white skin only made him seem cleaner after his bath. Winston even turned around so I could ogle his backside. He had sturdy legs and a nicely formed butt that I just wanted to grab and squeeze. I was awe-struck and felt like I would explode if Winston didn't hurry and take me to bed. Fortunately, he was dried and sent his valet away. He never donned a robe, but just walked around the spacious room, naked. I didn't mind at all!! I never took my eyes off his naked body and couldn't tell you anything about the room, other than it was blue. The more he pranced around his room, the hornier I was getting. This only made the feeling that I would explode even more intense. How couldn't he know what he was doing to me?! Winston walked right up to me, and I couldn't take my eyes off his cock as it bounced back and forth. By the time it was in front of my face, his glans was beginning to peek out from under his foreskin. He had a very pink glans with a well-formed urinary meatus (I had just learned this in biology class) that was only inches from my face. Being fourteen, I had no idea of how to proceed, but I did let nature take its course. Out of curiosity, my hand reached out and grabbed Winston' penis and forced the foreskin back. Now his glans was completely exposed and I couldn't stare hard enough to take in the details fast enough. As I was staring, his penis inched forward and I did what comes naturally. I stuck out my tongue, licked a bit of precum that was glistening on the tip, and then took the entire penis into my mouth. The wide mushroom head barely fit, but I forced it down to my throat. Before either of us realized what, I had done, my nose was in Winston's sparse pubic hair and I could smell his scent that pervaded even after his bath. Being worldlier, Winston didn't waste time and proceeded to fuck my face as I tasted his cock. He tasted clean, but more than that-he tasted great!! Even though I could barely accommodate his thick cock head, I managed to get my tongue around it and taste his essence. He tasted fresh, like a country gentleman should. Again, Winston took the lead as he extricated his penis from my mouth, stood me up and removed my robe. He casually rubbed his thick hands down my sides, and bent down to rub my legs. This put his face in front of my very rigid cock which enabled him to lick up the shaft. This caused electrical charges to frisson up my spine and make my head swoon. My legs quivered and I fought hard to not collapse onto the floor. My body was about to explode again, and it would if Winston didn't take me soon!! Sensing my condition, Winston stood, hugged me and walked me to his bed. The covers had been turned and I easily crawled into the bed while Winston ogled my backside and even caught a glimpse of my pucker as my legs spread while climbing onto the bed. He commented on my luscious moon as he took in the view and even reached out to caress my butt cheeks. I froze and allowed Winston to place his thumbs on my crack and open me up for his inspection. Feeling his fat thumbs on my ass sent even more shock waves up my spine and I almost collapsed as my I lost control of my arms. This caused me to bend more and provided Winston with an even better, more open view of my anus. He must have enjoyed the view, because he began to rub his thumbs over my most sensitive area which caused a full collapse of my body onto the bed. I gave out a small "oomph" as I landed on my rigid cock. Reflexes took over and I rolled to my right and brought my leg up to my belly. I could not have choreographed the move more perfectly, as it caused me to open my legs, and provide Winston with an unhindered view of my cock, balls and anus. I could tell he enjoyed the view, as I could see the lust on his face. At first, I took his leer as annoyance, but quickly realized that it was much more insidious. With cat-like grace, Winston was on the bed and on me! He positioned himself so that as he caressed my body with his hands, his penis was massaging my hole and lubricating it with precum. He really knew how to make love to someone!! I just lay there, totally submitting to this man as he ran his chubby hands down my sides, across my chest and across my very sensitive nipples. Normally, I don't have sensitive nipples, but every time Winston's fingers ran gently across them, a frisson of energy would rush right down to my balls. The sensual massage of my anus with his penis only added to the overwhelming sensory input my brain was rushing to analyze. Very soon, Winston leant down to kiss me as he simultaneously inserted his penis into my rectum. It was such a fluid motion, I can't separate the two moves. I know I registered them, but I could only remember how his rough, day-old beard felt on my lips as he kissed me. I know his penis was in my body, but it went in so smoothly that I only registered that I was filled. Soon the penis was moving in and out of my body as Winston began to breed me. With my leg up like it was, there was nothing between my anus and Winston's balls. I could feel his balls as they bounced off my backside. You would think my position would be uncomfortable, but somehow, having this man on top of me made me feel more cozy than anything else. Even when Winston's pace quickened, I felt whole and never wanted to move. Alas, Winston's pace began to quicken in earnest and even with my limited (read none) experience, I could tell my enjoyment was going to end soon. Winston's face became very red as his hips increased their pistoning of my body. Just as his face became a crimson red, his entire body tensed and I could feel his penis pulsing in my rectum. The thought of this man depositing his seed into my body, along with the hours of sexual frustration from the naked day, threw me over the edge. I couldn't help myself as I came all over my belly. My orgasm caused me to tighten my anal ring which added to Winston's orgasm causing him to cry out in an effort to relieve the tension in his body. When his orgasm subsided a bit, his entire body collapsed on top of me. He was totally limp as his body had expended its entire energy reserve in his orgasm. Again, I felt comfortable under Winston as he recovered from his excitement. I just lay there enjoying the feeling of his penis in my rectum. I did notice that I was a bit sticky from my orgasm, but I just lay there until Winston was ready to breath again. I was a bit concerned that I had killed him, but before I could panic, he began to move and kiss my body again. I felt his penis deflate a bit before he pulled out of me. Once he was out, I could feel the cool air on my anus. I could also see Winston staring at his conquest. I was embarrassed to have him leer at my, recently used, anus, but I allowed him his pleasure. Besides, he should be allowed to look at his conquest if he wished. He reached out and massaged my butt cheeks and told me to pull my legs together to allow my anus to close. I had no idea it was open!! He chuckled and continued to massage my butt. I was gently lifted out of the bed, walked over to the doors just as the valet's opened them. We were both naked and I felt very embarrassed being so vulnerable just after having been fucked so well. Winston's valet rushed to get his robe, but mine just watched me. I would say leered at me, which I am sure he was doing, but he was so nonchalant about it I couldn't confirm his actions. Once Winston donned his robe, I was walked by the three, dressed men to my room. Once there, Winston gave me a kiss on my forehead and returned to his room with his valet. My valet went to the water closet to retrieve a washrag and proceeded to wash the cum off my belly, crotch and penis. Again, I was taken back by the intimacy of the situation but allowed the valet to clean me off. I was turned around and he cleaned my backside as well. He did whisper in my ear that I shouldn't trump as I may make a mess. I had no idea of what that meant and my face expressed my confusion. He laughed, the first emotion he expressed all night, and said not to pass wind as I may make a mess. Just then, an air-raid klaxon began to blare and I looked around for my clothes. Fortunately, they were neatly arranged on a table and I quickly dressed and ran for a bunker. Wait! WWII wasn't for another few years, yet! I awoke back in my history class as the period bell rang. It took me a few minutes to get my bearings and climb out of my dream. Wow! That was surreal!! The girl sitting next to me just shook her head and laughed at my confusion. So, it had been a dream, but what a realistic one! I had actually believed the experience to be factual. My mind was still confused as I wandered to my next class. On the way to my next class I had a very strong urge to go to the bathroom. I hate using public bathrooms and always do my business at home if I can. However, I was in such a rush that I barely made it into a stall before evacuating my bowels. I didn't defecate as expel something white and liquid. What the hell was that?!