Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2024 11:57:31 +0000
From: Paul Biffin
Subject: Camping with my friends, Chapter 3 - Being Careful
I was sat watching the news one evening. It was 1967. There was a debate
raging about the decrimalisation of homosexuality. I now had a word for
what Alan and I did, but couldn't believe we were criminals for doing
what seemed perfectly natural. Lord Longford and Mary Whitehouse were
aghast at the immorality of it, saying such heinous people would answer
to the Lord. Eventually, after months of debate, a watered down version
became law, allowing consenting men over 21, to commit sex acts in
private. Big deal, we were still criminals. Needless to say, Alan and I
hid our feelings for each other, making sure we saw other friends
equally. The camping trip was forgotten and the media soon found
something else to report on.
My parent's 20th wedding anniversary was approaching. One evening they
asked if it would be OK for them to have a weekend in London and could
they trust me. I assured them I'd be fine, I was more than capable of
looking after myself. I told Alan, he'd ask his Mum if he could stay out
the night. It seems crazy now, that boys of our age had to ask
permission, but that's how it was. The weekend came and Mum and Dad left
for the station. In the afternoon, I met up with Alan. We went off for a
walk across the fields. Once out of sight of anyone, we kissed, like
never before. We had been deliberately staying at arms length for weeks,
frightened that anyone may suspect. We lay down in the grass, just
kissing and cuddling, almost crying with pent-up emotion. Eventually, our
shorts came down and we held one another's dicks for the first time in
weeks. We kissed and jacked. It didn't take long to release the sexual
tension that had been brewing. We headed back to town, getting fish and
chips on the way. Once home, we ate and sat on the settee, watching TV
and holding hands. It was bliss. After a while I stroked his thigh. He
turned and we kissed deeply. I then stopped and asked him whether we
should carry on, fearful of `The Law'. He responded by putting my hand
on his crotch. Through his shorts, I could feel his erection. I pulled my
shorts down, he could see my dick straining against my underwear. We
kissed some more as I slid my hand over his chest. My other hand, on the
back of his head. We undressed each other and went upstairs. In the
bedroom we squeezed onto my single bed and made out, trying to resist
going too fast. For the first time in our young lives, we were under no
pressure. Alan eventually climbed on top of me. I told him to turn around
and we found ourselves in the 69 position. We sucked one another's
dicks, trying to hold off cumming. I worked my tongue up to his hole,
licking it and covering it in saliva. Alan turned round again. Using his
hand, guided himself down until my pubes were on him. He held it there
for a minute, enjoying the sensation. He then lifted himself up a little
allowing me to slide in and out. He leaned over and we kissed as my cock
slipped in and out of him. As I sped up, I jacked him in time to my
thrusts. We seemed to cum together, he covering my chest, me emptying my
balls inside him. He fell forward, his sticky goo between us, We're both
smiling in the warmth of the moment. We fell asleep, cuddling. Next
morning, we had breakfast. He couldn't leave too early in case the
neighbours saw and guessed he'd stayed over. We made out again, this
time just wanking. About 11.00 we left together for a walk, hoping any
curtain twitchers had assumed he'd arrived earlier. We wandered round
the shops, before going our separate ways. Back home, I made sure
everything was in order and there were no signs Alan had even been here.