Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2009 14:16:20 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: WELCOME TO NYETIMBER

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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WELCOME TO NYETIMBER



by



G. Cutter




Now, Nyetimber sounds like one of those made up places but it's not. My
family and I moved there when I had just turned fifteen, I had a year's
schooling left and at the time one of my family's main concerns was that my
education didn't fall off. I say this as I was a good student and my people
were hoping for me to get enough passes in my final exams to go to
Uni. With this in mind, why tear me out of a top class London school and
bury me away in the sticks for my final year?  Anyway, enough of that. I
was bright and I knew it, putting the extra effort in was the trick and a
lot of kids just couldn't be bothered. I was different, I liked to win in
what I did and to top it off I was good at sports as well. Pretty much a
good all rounder but now a lonely and slightly pissed off all rounder.

Nyetimber is the arse end of nowhere to be perfectly honest. On the western
edge of Bognor Regis of all places and a mile from Pagham Harbour. My
father had bought a new house which was a vast improvement on where we'd
lived but although I'd been signed up for school the summer holiday had
started and I knew exactly no one. All my old chums, pals and wank buddies
were left sitting up in Wimbledon... there you go, I had to drop that bit
in for the lechers reading. I was a boy's boy if you know what I mean, I
liked being with other boys and I especially liked getting up close and
tight with other boys not that a lot happened apart from a few hand jobs
here and there. Here I was stuck in a bloody great house with exactly zilch
in the way of pals. My dad said I'd soon make friends with other boys but
that would happen at school not over the holidays. To make things even more
difficult our house was up the end of a road, or more of a lane with only
two other houses in it. When we moved in I assumed that they were both
deserted as there was absolutely no sign of any activity at all. There were
building sites marked out and I assumed that sooner or later other houses
would be built. Thank God I had my bike for the following days and could
get around a bit and explore.

Dad had wobbled on about the harbour and Marinas, the local Butterfly
Museum (of all things), a Falconry Centre and Pallant House whatever that
was. I was so hyped up with all this exciting trivia as I sorted my gear
out and humped it to my room I nearly collapsed with sheer boredom. The
consolation was that I had a nice room overlooking the garden and our baby
swimming pool. My dad was pretty well off, in fact he was stinking rich and
I wondered why he'd moved down here to the aforementioned 'arse end of
nowhere', he'd probably got the Russian Mafya after him... just joking. He
would be based in Chichester where he'd got offices and my mum would go
with him as she served as his Company Secretary for three days of the
week. Great, apart from being alone and in solitary I wouldn't even have
mum to grizzle at or to feed me.

I got a map out on the first night and set myself a few objectives, there
were a couple of rivers nearby and as I've said Pagham Harbour was just
down the road, they had to be worth a cruise, troll, visit... select your
word. I was a bit suprised to hear the front door bell go after dinner and
probably around eight. I was nosey enough to tip toe out onto the landing
and overhear someone apparently welcome mum and dad and get invited
in. Needless to say I got called down, why not show off the brightest boy
in the family, the one and only as it happens.

Mum and dad were fussing over a couple and a boy... a damn boy and he
seemed to be around the same age as I was. We gave each other the beady eye
as strangers do and got introduced. He, Martin and me, Thomas and commonly
known (still) as Tommy. Dad started sloshing whisky and gin around like he
was intent on going on a night's piss up and Martin who I'd already
christened Marty and myself were given Cokes. They parents immmediately
started nattering on about shopping, what they did and didn't do and all
the bilge normally associated with the adult world. As the host I invited
Marty out into the back garden where we sat on a swinger just ourtside the
door trying to block out the mumbling coming from inside.

'Makes a change to have some company down here,' Marty looked at the
darkening sky. 'How old are you?'

'Fifteen just.'

'Ah, I'm fifteen next week,' he grinned. 'I'll sort you out an engraved
invitation.'

'Brill.' I tried to look enthusiastic. That's all I needed, buying a
pressie for someone I barely knew. Mind you he seemed a nice enough kid,
very similar to myself I suppose and a daft thing to say but we were both
average all the way, the main difference was that I was fair skinned and
blond, and he was dark or sallow and black haired. We both had need of a
barber but the holidays were on us and I suspect the hair cutting would
remain undone until school's next term reared it's ugly head.

'You're Nelson,' he looked at me suddenly. 'T. Nelson.'

'That's me,' I admitted.

'Ah,' he exclaimed as if he'd solved a puzzle. 'We saw a strange name on
the class list for next term and wondered who it was.'

'That's handy,' I grinned with relief. At least I'd know one boy when I
joined the school for my final year and my exams.

'You'll meet some new classmates at my party,' he nodded. 'A couple live
over the field,' he pointed vaguely into the darkness. 'And Jerry at the
farm down there,' he pointed again. 'A couple of the fourteen year olds
down the road.'

'Your little gang?' I smiled.

'Not really but we go swimming in the little river down the back and bugger
around... you know.'

I really didn't know what he meant but at least there were some local boys
and I would hope to meet them in the near future. As for the 'you know'
remark, that could mean anything. At least I wasn't as isolated as I'd
first thought and the more I sat and listened to Marty the more I liked
him. I mean, really. He seemed pretty laid back and at least he talked
unlike many his age who seem frozen with shyness when they meet someone
new. He was a boy who'd got over that stage or had it yet to come.

'They're getting on OK,' I jerked ny head back to the newly christened
lounge.

'Getting pissed up,' he dropped his voice and grinned. 'My dad drinks like
a fish.'

'He'll get on well with mine,' I laughed.

We got called inside in the end and before Marty went home he arranged to
collect me around nine for a cycle around so I could get my bearings and
hopefully more. The last bit was me not him you understand. I hadn't
exactly got him down as an object of desire yet but at fifteen I was just
one great big horny dog, I just couldn't help myself. As I got undrerssed
for bed I tried not to imagine him getting into his jim jams, but then
again why not. I knew he was that off-white, the sort of sallowness you get
with Frenchies but as I thought about the small of his back (one of my
kinky spots), his smooth (it had to be smooth) belly and his sweet snub
nosed face I imagined yet further. His dark pubics and he had to have them
with his healthy hair growth, his noodle which had to be
uncircumcised... Shit, I leapt into bed and had my first mind blowing wank
in our new house thinking of a naked Marty, now there's an over active
imagination for you.

I was awake early the next morning and went downstairs to find that mum and
dad were taking the rest of the week off. So much for my recent dream of
getting Marty upto my room, stripping him naked and tickling him to death
(or something). You need to know at this stage in my life I'd never
actually done anything with another boy other than trade furtive wanks. I
wasn't really a sex artist supreme, I lagged well behind some of my peers
in that respect. As I ploughed through my Cocoa Pops and fruit juice I
wondered how the day would go. I finally decided to play it by ear and see
what developed. Well, what else could I do, I couldn't expect to find a
like minded boy pervert on my first day out.

I was out in the sunlit lane by nine in the usual holiday kit of shorts and
t-shirt, trainers with no sox and the mandatory baseball cap pulled down to
shade my eyes. I had some pretty flash sunglasses somewhere but couldn't
find them. I was chuffed, delighted or over the moon (once again pick the
word that fits) to see Martin, now my Marty wander out trying to cram
something into his mouth and negotiate his wheels down a rather cluttered
front garden. It was clear that his people were into garden ornaments big
time and some of those gnomes were big enough to bring down a rhino.

'Heyup, pal,' he grinned and gave me the once over, no harm there, I did
the same to him and he was dressed exactly as I was only his cap sported a
Portsmouth FC logo. Jeez, I never knew they had a football club. 'Wanna
ride down to the river for starters or the harbour.'

'I'm in your hands,' I replied eyes glued to his smooth brown legs, I hoped
that I wasn't drooling but he just gave me a grin.

'River,' he decided. 'A bit to early for visiting and we can drop by the
Marina later, they have a couple of snack bars. You got some money on you?'
He asked anxiously.

'I brought a fiver.'

'Good, you're buying,' he laughed. 'Come on...' We mounted up and cycled
down the lane, he had a Roughrider like mine with the chunky tyres and
three million gears of which only three worked, we must have looked as if
we were poured from a mould apart from the difference in colouring. 'It's
great to have a neighbour at last,' he waffled on as we took a leisurely
ride down the lane which degenerated into a cart track and a big heap of
soil which effectively put us into a field. 'I love it here,' he fell off
his bike and climbed the heap of soil surveying the scenery. 'Pity there
aren't a few more kids about.'

'There's me,' I pointed out.

'So there is,' he looked at me and his gaze lingered. as he sat atop the
heap. It's funny how just one look can say it all about a boy and that look
did it. He'd zeroed in on my shorts, my crotch in particular and that gave
him away. It was only momentarily but enough for me, my juvenile gaydar was
whirring and spinning around like something out of Space Rangers. Then
again... caution.

'Harbour down thataway,' he pointed to our rear and where we'd come
from. 'One small river thataway and another larger river past that one,
that's where we swim.'

'Oh, it's a big river then?'

'Nah but there's some nice pools, it's more splash around than swim but
it's nicely out of the way. Jerry, Donny, Danny, Fred and Pete go down
there some afternoon,' he ticked the names off on his hands and I guessed
they were the boys who lived locally. He looked at me again and
laughed. 'You and I make the numbers up: The Magnificent Seven, local lads
that is.'

'Do I get a badge?' I grinned.

'Ooooh, who knows,' he tried to look mysterious. 'Anyway, to early for the
muppets, I'll take you round to Jerry's later, he lives on the farm over
thataway.' Another wave of his smooth brown arm (grrrrr) disposed of
Jerry. 'Jerry's a ginger.'

That one stopped me. In Wimbledon school speak 'a ginger' indicated that
someone was gay. You know 'ginger beer', rhyming slang for queer. 'Really,'
I squeaked.

'Ginger as in Ron Weasley ginger you plonker,' he laughed. The rat had read
my mind.

'What else,' I laughed trying to shrug off the moment but he wasn't letting
go.

'Mind you, the way he walks and the way he talks, who knows.' He looked at
me for a moment and seeing my carefully cultivated stone face gave
up. 'Nah, he's OK, our Jerry... he does look like Ron W. a bit though.'

'Depends on his wand I suppose,' I gave way an inch and smiled. I think we
were into word games but it was early days.

'Now that's another thing,' he burst out laughing and got to his
feet. 'Come on Tommy, Tom Tom, let's tour.'

We mounted up and I followed along what was barely a footpath to a line of
trees. It was a perfect summer's day for two boys, crickets chirping,
thingies buzzing and other thingies droning . Mind you I was so engrossed
in Marty's tight little bottom on his cheesecutter saddle that I nearly
fell off a couple of times. Of course, Jerry's wand was tucked away in the
back of my mind. I could handle a Ron Weasley lookalike. We dismounted at
the treeline and walked into shade and sweatiness but not for long. I could
hear the sound of running water and the small path opened out into a
clearing by a fair sized pond.

'This is the paddling one,' Marty sat down again. 'The bigger and better is
a short ride through there,' he pointed out a clearing on the opposite side
to where we were. 'That's where we go when it's really hot, it's dead
private, no one goes there...'

'Except you boys,' I pointed out.

'Spot on, our secret place... it's deep enough for skinny dipping.' he
flashed me a glance.

'Great, it sounds wicked.'

'Excellent, Tom Tom,' he slapped my bare knee. I'd clearly passed his
test. If boys are boys (and they are) he'd be passing on the information to
his pals that the new guy in town was alright. I was in and if my diseased
mind was working right he may even make a move on me today. Yeah, I know,
masses of assumptions and a load of wishful thinking but it was the start
of a long hot summer and why not.

'It's beautiful here,' I lay back and let the air to my belly concious of
his eyes on me once more. Maybe a bit early but there was that certain
something in the air. I don't know if boys give of a scent when they're in
heat or randy but I knew Marty and I were going to make contact before the
day was out. Close Encounters of the juvenile kind, it had to happen it was
in the stars. We were both of the age, we were both lonely and... Marty was
on the move.

'Wanna walk over the other one, I'll show you what I mean and then we can
circle around to Pagham or Sidlesham for a drink and some munchies.'

'Yeah, yeah,' I scrambled to my feet.'

'Follow behind me.' He hoisted his bike onto his shoulders and started to
wade across the pond. It came upto he hem of his shorts so I was OK being
just a fraction taller but it was still dodgy, the stones underfoot were
slippery and I was quite relieved to get to the other side in one
piece. 'Dickhead Jery tried to cycle across one day and he got drown.'

'Shit, was he alright?'

'He was after we all piled in and tried the kiss of life on him,' Marty
cackled and led off again.

'Whooo... giving Ron Weasley the kiss of like,' I mocked. 'Every girly
teeny bopper's dream.'

'Some boy teenies as well,' Marty giggled from up front.

'Indeedy,' I hurried to catch up. I was getting hard and I had to be
careful, luckily I had tight briefs on but if he suggested a swim or
anything I was lost. Mind you, perhaps that was his plan. He'd had the
opportunity to divert elsewhere but we were now heading for his little
gang's 'secret place', the plot thickens as someone says on the TV. the
problem was that the plot wasn't the only thing thickening.

'Must be a bit of a bastard being wrenched away from all your mates at the
start of the long hols,' Marty spoke over his shoulder. 'It's just around
this bend.' I'd worked that one out by the way as the sound of running
water was now quite audible and it sounded faster and a bit livelier than
the last lot.

'It is but life goes on,' I answered. 'I've got the boy next door to keep
me company.'

'The boy over the lane,' he laughed. 'And I'm a classmate along with Jerry
and whatsit.'

'Playmates, classmates,' I laughed.

'All of that,' he broke out into another clearing, a smaller one than the
last but the pool was bigger and clearly deeper. It was fed by water
running down a mini rapids at one end and disappeared into bullrushes at
the other. Superb, the trees were thick, the water so inviting and I
couldn't understand how come it hadn't beed discovered by the tourists.

'Old MoD land,' Marty spoke. That boy was definitely a bloody
mindreader. 'We're trespassers but this neck of the woods has been
abandoned for years. There's not even a fence around it but it's literally
in the middle of nowhere so it's ours now.'

'Brilliant.' There was little else to say. We selected a spot on the edge
of the pond where the canopy thinned a little and dappled sunlight came
through, warm but not too hot, perfect. 'When I die I'd like to be buried
in a place like this,' I gazed up at what I could see of the brilliant blue
sky.

'Now there's a cheery thought,' Marty laughed and lay alongside me.

'It's true, Batman,' I sat up and started to remove my wet trainers. That
water looked so inviting and I was willing Marty to suggest a dip.

'So you like it, Tom Tom?' He grinned at me seemingly pleased with himself
or perhaps he was just as happy as I was to find a pal so close to home. He
peeled off his sweaty and now grubby t-shirt and lay back with his cap
covering his eyes. I knew he was still watching me but I didn't spoil his
fun, in fact, I played along. I made a raking around movement with my hand
straightening my sweaty penis so that I was comfortable. I knew he'd seen,
I wasn't a moron.

'Yeah, I love it,' I stretched out and then as if an afterthought sat up
again and pulled my t-shirt over my head and lay back down but not before
I'd seen it. This runt who was a little bit shorter and younger than myself
actually had a treasure trail or the beginnings of one. I'd spotted a few
black belly hairs protuding above the top of his shorts. My first glimpse
of Marty's pubes and now I was excited. I groaned as I felt my penis
thicken, my over active imagination will be the death of me.

'You've got a good body,' he murmured. 'Do you work out?'

'Not really, I was in the school football team back home and did some track
running.. ah yeah, some competition swimming as well.'

'A jock,' he giggled.

'No chance,' I flapped my arms giving my pits some air and my hand knocked
against his side. 'Sorry.'

'No matter,' he lifted the front of his shorts either for ventilation or
display and I saw the darkness and what could have been the bulk of his
privates but not enough. 'We could have a splash around,' he
ventured. 'Knicker dipping.'

'Have we got time?'

'Yeah, loads of time,' he pushed his cap back and glanced at his
watch. 'Half an hour splosh, dry off and cycle down to Sidelsham Marina for
something to eat and drink.'

'Ok,' I sat up as he stood and watched as he tugged his shorts down, he had
light blue briefs on underneath and they left absolutely nothing to the
imagination. He kept himself turned away for the moment but I could quite
clearly see his firm young buttocks and the darker cleft between them, a
moment later he was in the water and screaming at the chill and shock. I
ripped off my shorts and splashed in, I was going to do a flash dive but
not for starters I wasn't too sure how deep it was. It was cold but after a
jump around it was fine and the first brush of his slippery and chilled
skin against mine sent me over the top. I had to stay in the water now or
until I shrunk that was.

We were both as good as naked in our skimpy cotton briefs and I kept
getting glimpses of his darker pubic area and his partially inflated penis
contained by the wet cotton. Of course in that sort of situation all
shyness disappears and the first time he grabbed me from behind and hugged
me I felt his bits press against my bum and he was hardening up. Great
minds think alike, eh?

He giggled and broke free but I was on him and this time we were belly to
belly as I wrapped my arms around him and crushed us together.

'Tommy, Tom Tom,' he sighed and lazily rubbed up against me and I felt both
our sexual organs harden in sympathy with each other. He was all boy and as
we lazily moved against each other in the water I felt his hands slip down
my back and he clasped my bum pulling us in even tighter.

'Let's hope Jerry doesn't turn up,' I whispered toying with the idea of
risking my lips on his smooth neck.

'Jerry doesn't get up early and his dad always has some chores for him,' he
slipped his hands into my briefs and cupped my bottom squeezing and
fondling my springy flesh. 'Jerry's alright anyway.'

'Alright as in alright?' I swallowed water as we bobbed up and down.

'Yeah,' he giggled as I took the plunge and finally slipped my hand between
us and grasped his firm youthful erection. It was so hard and he was so
nice, the thing pulsed in my hand and I swear he was on the verge of cuming
but suddenly he gave me the briefest of kisses on the lips and broke
free. That was it, I was so hot I was on fire. I was at that stage of my
development I wasn't sure what I wanted and to further confuse me I
suspected that Marty may be further on the sex trail than I was. That bum
grabbing bit was a bit over the top for me. The thought of that meaty boy
cock of his between my legs was turning me on big time. Under the water I
slipped my briefs off and ignoring hinm splashing around for a moment gave
them a rinse and hung them on a bush by the water's edge.

'Good thinking, Handsome,' he grinned and carried out the same maneuver and
then with a coy glance swam away, this time I was after him and caught him
in deeper water. We wrestled around until we were exhausted and this time
it was cock fencing, erection against erection and laughing and spluttering
all the way. We both knew how this would end but not quite how I'd
expected.

We eventually climbed from the water and lay panting and gasping on the
warm moss grass. We looked at each other and then at each other's erections
and that was it. We moved in and this is where it went from good to
wicked. I was still at the wanking stage but he was a couple of light years
in front of me and they call country boys Simple Simons and yokels. Nothing
simple about this kid, as I moved in cautiously and grasped his penis he
was on me, his lips were on my neck and his hardness crushed gainst mine as
we wetly Moved together belly to belly. We were chilled but the sun
filtering through the leafy overhand was working it's magic. If there was a
boy's heaven it had to be somewhere like this.

'I like you, Tommy, I like you a lot,' he stared at me with his green eyes
and then his lips met mine. I was lost and submitted to his eager mouth as
his tongue probed at my teeth and slipped into meet mine. We tongue tangoed
for a while and that is an experience for a first timer. I was getting so
hard I was actually dribbling and he kept wriggling against me making it
worse or is it better?

'I like you, Marty,' I blushed. What I wanted to tell him was that I was in
love but you can't say that to other boys at least not on a first date
which this was... sorta.

'Good. Want a treat?' he grinned impishly for a moment and with a question
in his eyes.

'Anything you can do I can do better.' What a bloody stupid thing to say
but once said I was stuck with it.

'Really?' He beamed this time.

'Really.' I groaned as he flathanded my chest pushing me back down onto the
grass. He kissed down my throat and chest with butterfly kisses until he
got to my belly and then he grasped my stiffy and held it up. I'd heard
about this but couldn't believe it was happening to me. He dodged my dick
but dived onto my tight balls and nuzzled at my hairless scrotum and licked
under but then came back up again. He licked the shaft of my twitching cock
and then tongue bathed it until it was slick with saliva. I closed my eyes
and ruffled his scruffy dark and damp hair until I felt the first lick
across my oozing glans.

'You like?' He whispered.

'Very much,' I gasped trying to force his head down onto my cock but he
went willingly. I nearly passed out as I felt his wet warmth engulf me and
then his tongue flickered at my pee slit and he started to suck moving his
lips up and down my spit slicked shaft. I nearly passed away in that
secluded spot with Marty giving me what I knew was called a blow job. My
first and I knew that when he was finished I'd do him. He reached under me
and clasped one cheek in each hand and went to town. Fast, slow and then
fast again until I cried out that I was about to...

'Jeeeeez...' I wailed as I felt my cock throb in his mouth and then the
relief as my spunk shot up my shaft and splattered into his busily sucking
mouth. It felt as hot as molten lava and his cheeks bulged as he took it
all in and gulped my slimey white offering right down. 'Gawd...' I wilted
and felt the tenseness drain from me as he milked me dry even down to
squeezing my softening cock until the last dribbles oozed clear.

'You saved that up,' he looked up my belly grinning with his lips shiny
with my juices. 'When was the last time you had a wank?'

'Last night.'

'Must be my beauty then,' he took my softening noodle into his mouth
again. 'Spunky Boi.' he gobbled with a mouthful of softening cock.

'It is,' I grinned and escaping his clutches rolled him onto his back and
looked at his beautifully tanned body. I work up to a nice golden tan over
the long summmer breaks but nothing like his, he was like one of these elfy
types you read about. Slender, brown skinned with long black hair and a
swinging meaty penis far too big for his boyish form but not for me. I was
keen and did the kissing down the chest and belly bit at speed, I was eager
to taste him and when I got to sucking his smooth scrotum I made a meal of
it. I sucked his eggs in their velveteen sac and played with his thick and
crisp black pubics which did indeed peak just under his cute innie but then
came the jackpot. I did as he had I held his erection upright and lapped
and licked up it's length until I sank my mouth over his dribbling purple
skinned glans.

''Ooooooh... Tommy,' he sighed and flopped stroking my hair and playing
with my ears as I bobbed my head up and down making sure to keep my teeth
out of the way. It was my first time and I had my doubts but I was honour
bound and I have to say, it grew on you. I took him in as far as I could
and sucked away merrily as he started to fuck into my mouth. I was nervous
about the obvious outcome but if he could handle it then so could I.

When he cum it was a shock. One minute he was jerking about and the next he
just gave a little moan and spasmed. My mouth was full of the stuff, I
nearly choked but managed to swallow it down and found that it didn't taste
horrible at all. It tasted slimey and vaguely of the oysters my dad had
tried me on once. It was fun, I smacked my lips feeling like a dirty little
boy as I felt a splash on my jaw as he relaxed. I quickly slipped up his
body and sealed my spunky lips to his and we kissed . It was all over for
now.

We lay there at peace with each other until our briefs dried and then we
were off. Even boy lovers need to eat and fifteen year olds more than most.

We'll go to Pagham, it's nearer home and full of touristy boys,' Marty
grinned. I was beginning to think he was a bit of a lecher but no mind, a
perfect pal for one such as I.

'Whatever... lead on,' I pedalled hard to keep up.

''Do you now what a sixty niner is?'

'Er, not really. I've heard of it but not quite sure how it works.'

'I'll show you this afternoon,' he laughed and cycled along with his arms
straight out imitating an aeroplane or maybe a flying sex god, who knows.

'Great.' I loved tutorials especially with someone like Marty my new
bestest best friend.



				  THE END



I may carry on with this one but it's a trial at the moment. My characters
are becoming a little hackneyed but I certainly don't want to involve
people over twenty five or under eleven so I'm a bit restricted by self
imposed limits. This could turn out to be my take on "Swallows and Amazons"
without the girls.

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