Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2018 17:37:33 +0200 From: T Hamba Subject: The school in the Forest ...a part of this story occurred, the other didn't! I'll leave it to your imagination. If teenage and under-age couplings and, later, incest, are not to your liking, feel free to move on. I would really, really like to have feedback from you, positive or negative and ideas. Feel free to email me. And let us not forget to donate to Nifty – without this site we'd all be in the dark. tramontanehamba@gmail.com THE SCHOOL IN THE FOREST PT 1: When I was twelve my parents sent me to a secluded art school during my school holiday for three weeks. It was operated by a husband and wife team, both well known in the art world. Mr B and Mrs A were in their mid-thirties, hippy-ish and had two sons, Brian was nine and Sydney seven. There was a bungalow, a log cabin and a tent for accommodation. Shower was an outside pump, the setting concealed by pine forests and zero neighbours. I stayed in the tent which had two compartments and an enclosed porch. Very comfy. Mrs. B who always wore denim shorts, allowed her tits to swing freely under a T-shirt or a man's shirt – she was as hippy as they come, and was certainly featuring in my twelve year old fantasies! She had wide hips, but her legs were long, her hair always back in a blonde bun. Mr. B was bearded and very laid back – she did pottery and he was into landscape. One day I headed down to the cabin to collect the laundry – we all had our chores to do. That's how the "school" operated. As I walked into the cabin I saw young Brian sitting on the edge of his bed, his back to my. He's quite stocky for his age, fair headed. As I entered I could see he had his hand down the front of his trousers and was looking at something. When he heard me, he panicked and quickly withdrew his hand and hid whatever it was under his pillow. "Hey, Brian, what's up?" I asked, seeing his embarrassment. "You okay?" He jumped to his feet. "Yes...yes, I was just...umm...looking...Tram...I..." I smiled. I'm taller than he is, lanky – we both wore shorts and his skin was flushed between the waistband and his T-shirt. "At what?" I asked, glancing down at his groin where I think I detected a hard, little cock. "Just stuff..." "Can I take a look? Our secret...promise." He shifted uncomfortable. "It's just stuff," he mumbled. "You can if you want – but you promise, right?" "Promise." He pulled out a small stack of photos from under the pillow. "Just stuff...," he mumbled as I took them. The entire family on a beach, nude, including Mrs.A, her full breasts capped with huge nipples, a dark bush between her thighs...Mr.B's cock hung limp, full...and there was Brian and Nicky and other kids – all naked, their cute arses and small dicks pale against their tans. "When we holiday we all go naked," Brian whispered beside me. The other kids in the photo were older than Brian, the girl growing budding tits. "Wow," I said, feeling some heat rising. "You guys look great...naked I mean...your mom, too..." "Yea...it's fun being naked." I looked at beside me. "I know," I told him, and I touched his bare midriff briefly. "Makes you feel warm and tingly, doesn't it?" He relaxed and smiled. "Yes...I...like looking at them..." "Me too! Makes my willy hard...is yours?" He shuffled on his bare feet. "Yea...does yours get hard, too?" I smiled and handed him back the photos. "Of course...it's called an erection. Do you touch yours?" He nodded, shy. "Sometimes...do you?" "A lot," I told him and just to make a point, I put my hand over my groin and stroked the area. "Do you pull on it or just touch?" "I just touch it...what do you mean pull?" I took a deep breath. I was getting hard. "I can show you if you want...but you must not tell anyone, Brian. No-one. You promise?" He nodded eagerly. "I promise, swear to die, Tram." "Okay – we can't do it here in case someone comes in – go to the bathroom and open the window. I'll climb in. Okay? And tell no-one!" He left quickly and I gathered up the laundry basket and headed to the bungalow. The bathroom was between the main bedroom and the scullery. I dumped the basket and went around the house – all the other students were in the workshop doing art. I got to the window and saw that Brian had opened it. I pulled myself in quickly. He was standing waiting. "Close the window," I told him as I went and made sure the door was locked. We faced each other, his blue eyes expectant. I was nervous, too – tingling. "Just do what I do, okay?" I said softly. "Put your hands down your trousers, like this." I snuck my hand beneath my underpants, feeling my cock, already hard. I was cut, 4-5 inches, my balls full. Brian did the same, his small hand sneaking under his shorts. "Just fondle your balls for a bit," I said quietly, my throat dry. He nodded and we spent a minute staring at each other as our hands fondled our cocks. I watched his hand as it moved around...he stared at my crotch...so I began to stroke the length of my cock, pulling my shorts taut. His eyes widened and his moved his hand around his cock with more urgency. "Take your hand out now," I whispered. He did. I went for the waistband of my shorts and started pulling them down – "Do it slowly," I mouthed. His small hands went either side of his waist and together we started lowering our shorts. "Underpants as well," I told him. I watched his groin area as he slowly peeled off his shorts...his eyes were glued to my crotch, especially when the head of my cock jumped free, a hint of my new growth of pubic hair. I dropped my shorts to my ankles and he did the same – his cock, circumcised, stood at attention – maybe three inches, a little more, ball sac tight and round. His chubby thighs were tanned. I took hold of my cock as he ogled it and ran my hand up and down. "Like this, okay?" He nodded and wrapped his hand around his cock – he followed my rhythm, his eyes glued on my penis. I used my other hand to fondle my balls and he did the same. I stepped closer to him so our cocks were only a foot apart – because I was taller, I was aimed above his bellybutton. "Go slow first then when you start to tingle you can go quicker..." Brian worked his cock, his small hand wrapped around it, its small head peeking out. It was so damn cute and I slowed the rhythm on mine – I had only just started spurting cum and I didn't want to frighten him. We masturbated for another minute, maybe less, his plump flesh starting to glow red, his eyes blinking. My knees were shaking as I saw his ball sac tighten, almost disappear. I ran my hand over my bum cheeks. "Try this," I mumbled, and I trailed my fingers in my arse crack, turning profile to him. He watched my hand and I made sure he could see my fingers were exploring. He turned profile as well – his chubby, but tight bum cheeks taut as his fingers explored his crack nervously, uncertain. Brian began to tremble, his stroke faltering – he was about to cum as was I. He closed his eyes, his body trembled and I saw his hand grab his little cock as if it was about to explode. His body shook, his bum cheeks quivered – I ejaculated into my hand, shuddering. Brian opened his eyes and as he looked at me I put my finger to my lips. "Ssshhh..." I whispered. I was still softly stroking, smearing my semen on my cock. He stared. "Did you pee, Tram??" I grinned, shook my head. "I'll tell you later...did you like that?" He nodded eagerly, still out of breath. "I was tingling all over," he whispered, smiling. "Good...we can do it again if you want?" "Yes...yes please Tram...when?" I pulled up my shorts, as did he. "There is stuff we can do...but not here. In the forest...soon, okay? Tell no-one, Brian...promise?" He nodded viciously and just before I left I ran my hand over his cock, still semi-rigid. He grinned as I climbed out the window. That afternoon was pottery and as I worked at my bench, I kept glancing toward Brian, staring at his butt. I'd never jerked off with anyone before, especially a nine year old, and now I was full of ideas. In my boarding school before, I'd seen lots of cocks and arses and rumour had it some of the older kids jerked off together – two had been caught in bed together, so we all had an inkling of what they were doing...but...I was still a virgin in that area, inexperienced, but now watching that boy butt and remembering his cock was driving me mad! Brian suddenly looked over to me, and grinned quickly and I dropped my head...but as I did so, I realised Mrs. A was looking at me – as our eyes met she smiled. I flushed, looked away. That night at dinner I jumped in. I asked Mr. B and Mrs A if Brian and I could go down to the river the next day to look for baby crabs for the aquarium rather than go into town for the traditional weekly shopping trip. I saw Brian's eyes go wide...before Mr. B could respond, Mrs. A said she thought that would be fine as the aquarium was drab and could we bring back some pebbles and moss for her art project? I said of course and she smiled at me and then told me we both must be back for lunch. Brian stared at his food, his cheeks flushed and my cock twitched. Brian's brother, seven year old brother, Nicky asked if he could go but Mr. B told him he had to help with the shopping. The other students kept eating. Brian and I left before everybody else took the crapped out minibus to town – the river was at least an hour's walk away. Mrs. A gave us some empty jam jars and a make-shift net. She smiled at us as we left. Brian and I were soon following the path through the forest and toward the river. Again we were both wearing shorts and T-shirts. Within minutes he asked me if we could do what we did yesterday again. I grinned. "Sure we can if you want to..." "I do...please...if you want to?" "I do...this time we can take our time. We have at least four hours with nobody around." "Oh wow," Brian said quietly. "Tram, yesterday you said there was other stuff we can do...what did you mean?" "At my last school, I heard that some of the boys got naked together and hugged and kissed. And played with each other's willies..." Brian gasped. "Wow! Did you do that stuff?" "No, I just heard about it," I replied. We walked on for a bit, able to hear the river running up ahead. "Some of the boys did other stuff...they put their willies in each other's bum holes...one guy told me it was incredible..." Brian came to a stop. "In their bum holes! Really?" I took a deep breath. "You can try it with me if you want, Brian?" I said. "I don't mind...maybe..." His cheeks flushed. "Wow...umm...if...if you want me to, Tram..." I smiled at him and put my hand over his shoulders and gave him a little hug, my cock already raging under my shorts. "I'm sure it will be great...is your Willy hard?" He nodded against my chest. "That's good. Mine too...you want to see?" He nodded and I stepped back, pulling down the front of my shorts and underpants. My rigid penis leapt out and little Brian again blushes, his eyes glued to my cock. "I've got an idea for you...do you want me to walk naked in front of you so you can watch my bum? Would you like that?" "Yes...yes please Tram...I'd like that..." His eyes were wide, the freckles across his nose seeming to blush as well. I smiled and stood out of my shorts and underpants, pulled off my T-shirt and stood naked in front of him. I smiled and then turned around so he could see my naked bum cheeks. "How's that?" I asked, knowing that nudity turned him on, hence the photographs. "Wow," he said. "Do you want me to get naked, too?" "Not now...I want that as a surprise. Let's walk." I went up front so he had a good view of my arse, my rigid cock leading the way. Mrs. A didn't take the trip into town. She and Mr.B had discussed it the night before – she told him her thoughts, how Brian was looking at Tram, how Tram was looking at Brian. Mr.B, stroking his cock, had told her to make sure she would tell him all the juicy bits if her instinct was right. They were both voyeurs, hence their own nudism – they got off watching naked children and adults. But this time Mrs. A felt something better was going to happen – she had never seen two boys playing together and she was heavily aroused, especially as it involved her own son. She had given Tram and Brian a ten minute start, then she headed into the forest, taking a shorter route. She knew the perfect spot to watch from. As she entered the forest, she took of her shirt, allowing her ample breasts to swing free – already her nipples were tingling, sensitive. When we got to the river my cock was slightly deflated. I tossed my clothes on a large, flat rock nearby and told Brian that first we should collect some baby crabs and get the moss and pebbles his mother wanted. It wouldn't take us long...and then I told him we could relax and have some time together...I could see he was overwhelmed, what with me being naked and my previous offer of offering him bum hole. "But first, will it be okay for me to undress you?" I asked him. "So we both are naked...?" His slight frame relaxed and in the sunlight his fair shone and I suddenly realised how full his lips were as he smiled. "Okay, Tram," he said softly. As I approached I felt my cock swell, something I know he noticed. "You sure?" He nodded and I told him we should start with his T-shirt. I put my hands around his waist and lifted up the hem of the shirt and slowly lifted it, revealing his tight stomach and smooth but tanned skin. Then his nipples, small, budding. "Arms up," I whispered and he did so. I lifted the shirt off his head and as I did so I found my head close to his and without thinking, I leant forward and kissed his cheek. I stood back. "Oops, sorry," I said. He smiled, shook his head – it's okay...I liked it...did you really? Um...yes...do want to kiss me, too? He leant forward and as he went to kiss my cheek, I shifted so his lips touched the corner of my mouth. Soft and warm. "Oops, sorry," he said. It's okay...it was nice. You can do it again if you want? Really!? Yes...go ahead... Mrs. A arrived at her chosen spot across the stream/river as Tram and Brian kissed for the first time. She was out of breath, perspiring between her full breasts, but she gasped as she saw the naked form of twelve-year old Tram, his bare arse to her, as he leant over her semi-nude nine-year old son. Mrs. A squatted on her heels, holding her breath. She knew it!! Her instinct had been correct. I felt Brian's lips touch mine. They were warm and soft. He planted his kiss and I leant forward a bit. It was my, his, first kiss with anyone...but instinctively I put pressure on his young mouth with mine. Our lips held, quivering. His eyes were closed. I put my hand behind his small head as I'd seen them do in the movies and our lips were much tighter now...I could taste his saliva...we did that for a few more seconds then I pulled away as his eyes opened. "Wow!" I said. He smiled, eyes wide. "Wow," he whispered. I still had my hand on the back of his head and I pulled his lips against mine quite roughly, something in my brain telling me to do this. Our lips came together – hard and as I pulled his mouth against mine I put the tip of my tongue out, opened his young lips and, suddenly, I was exploring his mouth with my tongue...he tried to pull away, but I held him, then he relaxed and, suddenly, his little tongue was also probing my mouth, following. We kissed deeply, my cock wanting to explode. I pulled away, holding his small face in my hands. "Wow and wow," I told him, his arms now around my shoulders. "You okay?" – He grinned and buried his head in my shoulder, my cock almost touching him. Tram, I liked that, he mumbled and I told I did as well...we cuddled. I wanted to stroke my cock, I'm sure he did...instead I separated us. "We need to catch the baby crabs...stuff for your Mum otherwise they will know what we were doing...okay?" He nodded, looking me in the eyes. It was then I knew I wanted Brian in every way...I had him and he had me. I told him to stand up and turn around and I quickly pulled off his trousers and underpants and threw them onto the rock alongside mine. His bubble butt was exposed right in front of me as I knelt down... "I think we can do this quickly," I said to him as I rubbed his bum cheeks. "Then we can have some time – turn around." He did, offering me his hard, solid little cock. I smiled at him. "Your Willy looks so hard..." Yours is bigger he mumbled...I smiled and told him his would be bigger than mine someday. Can I touch yours, he asked? Not now...we must get to work. Mrs. A, across the stream, finally exhaled. Her vagina was soaked, her nipples painful. She took a few deep breaths, her eyes focused on the two boys across the stream – nude, young, both their cocks proud. She settled, hoping it wasn't over. She liked what she saw in Tram – lanky, tight bum cheeks and a nice sized cock...even from a distance, her son's hard-on made her squirm. She'd seen him naked before, of course, but never like this... Brian and I edged into the flowing water and started looking under the rocks for the baby crabs. As we knelt, our cocks and bums got wet. I caught two or three quickly and Brian put them in the glass jar. We smiled at each other, kept looking, me bending over, showing him my arse, and finding the pebbles. Brian was behind me. "Tram...am...am I still going to do what you said?" I turned around, my cock semi-rigid. I was wet almost up to my armpits. His cock was hard, pointing at me, his hand wrapped around it. "You mean put your Willy in my bum?" He nodded, flushing, eyes sparkling. "I've been seeing it...your bum...and...I'm all tingling..." I started stroking my own cock. "Let's do it now...okay. And then we can go and lay on that rock and cuddle...okay?" He nodded, his little hand stroking his penis. "What must I do, Tram?" I was starting to tremble a bit. "I think...I'm taller...so if I kneel here in the water you can come up behind me and put it in...okay? All the way in, Brian..." He nodded...and I knelt down. Mrs. A couldn't hear exactly what the boys were saying...just whispers but when she saw Tram kneel down in the shallow water and offer his backside to her son, she had to bite down on her knuckles to stifle her shout of delight. Oh God! They were going to do it...her son was going to bugger Tram...she was jelly, hypnotised as Brian got close to Tram, his cock in his hand. My knees and part of my bum were in the water and I felt Brian get closer. His thighs touched my arse, so I used one hand to open my crack for him, keeping myself steady with the other. Come closer, I told him...put your Willy against my hole...I felt it touch...wet from the water. That's it...now push it in...my sphincter reacted, opening up...his hot flesh touching. Keep pushing...that's it...put your hands around my waist so you can pull...there! He's in now...how's that feel, Brian? I like it, Tram...push harder...there I can feel your balls now...Mmm...wow! Brian start moving in and out...yes, like that...wow! His thighs started to slap against my backside, the river water swishing...my cock was engorged as his cock went in and out...I could feel his body heat...does it feel good, Brian? Yes...go harder...he's deeper in me as I'm wide open, his ball sac against my crack... "Tram...I need to pee...Tram!" That's okay...do it...stay inside...pee Brian...pee in me... When he did...three long squirts, I ejaculated...he slumped against me, both of us shaking and we stayed like that for a few seconds, his body bent against mine. Sorry, Tram...breathless...I peed in you. My cock was still hard and in the water, my sperm visible. We stood up together and I embraced him, pulling his little body into mine, his spent cock still semi-rigid. I went for his mouth and kissed him, my hands fondling his buttocks. Did you like it? It...it was incredible...I peed, I...it wasn't pee...you had an orgasm, so did I...did you really, really like doing it? Yes...a lot...I kissed him again and his little tongue responded. Okay...we can do it again. Do you want too? Eyes wide, a big nod. We still have time – let's go to the rock and you can do it again. Mrs A. was naked. Sometime whilst watching her son bugger Tram she had stripped off her shorts and had fingered herself to an explosion of orgasms. She watched the two boys kiss and hug and head toward the flat rock. Her muscles were tired...she stood up slowly, watching as the two boys lay down together. She wanted to get closer. There was still two hours before lunch, before they had to head home. Quietly she moved through the brush and found a spot closer to the river bank – it was a better view. Brian and I lay down on the rock and I pulled his small frame into mine. The sun was on our skins and I kissed him again, loving his small lips and tongue. I freely stroked his torso now, and he followed suite, letting his hands roam around my stomach. You can touch it now, I whispered in his ear and his hand went to my cum soaked cock...can I touch yours? He nodded in my armpit, and I went straight for his cock, fondling it one hand, my other stroking his buttocks, sneaking a finger down his crevice, fondling his ball sac. He stared reacting immediately and I knew he'd be hard soon. What did it feel like, I asked him as his little hand caressed my balls. Better than anything, he whispered...did you tingle a lot? Yes...all the time. Kiss me, Brian – he did, a warm tongue that I sucked. His hand on my cock was shifting, learning and I stroked his harder. Tram...do you want to put your Willy in me also? My finger stroked his little bud, the rose – I do, but I don't want to hurt you...I kissed a nipple and it was hard. The guy at school said the boys used Vaseline...to make it go in...he tightened against me, his little cock already hard. I sucked on his mouth...we can do it soon, I promise I told his lips...another time. I don't want to hurt you. Mrs. A sat quietly fingering her clitoris as she watched the two boys, entwined. Already her mind was racing, thinking – she wanted to be a part of this she decided. Somehow. Brian was already hard and I was getting there as well – do want to do it again? Yes...yes please...I stroked the acorn head of his cock. Okay...come lie on top of me...that's it...so I can see your face. His body rested on mine and I ran my hands over his back, his bubble butt. Kiss me I told him and he did, his cock stroking mine. I like you Tram, he said, his face over mine...I like you, too, Brian...lots...lots and lots he said and this time he kissed me and our tongues thrashed together, I pulled his cock against mine...I opened my legs so his thighs fitted between mine...can you put in? I...I think so he said, and he shifted his small frame, his nipples hard. He held his cock in his hand searched for my hole. Wait I said and I opened up more, spreading my legs and within seconds his cock was at my hole, still open and this time Brian didn't hesitate – I suddenly found my knees over his shoulders as he rammed his three inches into me, his face almost angry. He found my hole beautifully and went straight in and this time I felt a little pain and I grinned – he stared into my eyes as he began to pummel me, his baby cheeks rosy – am I doing it right, Tram? Yes...yes. Slowdown. He did and I started stroking my cock to his rhythm...he kept staring at me, eyes wide and I lifted my legs higher so he could penetrate more...I lifted up. Kiss me Brian...please...fuck, I wanted his tongue...we moved together, his little cock rampant, swelling. I pushed against him and I put my hands over his butt and pushed him into me. I fingered his little bud, letting my finger probe. I'm going to pee, he gasped and I told him to do it and I, again, ejaculated as his little boy semen impregnated my arse. We shivered together, his body on mine and I kissed him. We lay still, our bodies flushed. Wow! I muttered and he smiled into my face, his cock still in my arse. Leave it in me I told him as I rubbed his tits...he nestled his head into my chest and we rested, my hand stroking his bum crack, my semen against his stomach. He sat up, keeping himself between my thighs, his little cock in my crack. I dropped my legs, kept them wide. He shifted, staying on his knees, looking down at me. Your Willy is all sticky...its semen, stuff that comes from your balls when you get older...he stared at my cock and took it in his hand. "I like your willy, Tram...lots and lots." "I like yours also...lots and lots!" He smiled and stroked my shaft, touched my soft pubic hair...my cock shifted, but I had already orgasmed twice, more maybe! I let him play. He fondled my balls, his free hand stroking his little cock that was limp now. Mrs A. watched the boys. She was exhausted, in a good way. It was time to go – she wondered why the boys hadn't experimented with oral sex? And why Brian had become the dominant one? She also wondered what it was going to be like to have that little cock in her own arse...that was her plan. With a smile, she picked up her discarded clothes and sneaked back into the forest. "Time we started heading back, little man – let's wash up and get the stuff together." I followed his little boy butt to the stream. We sank to our haunches and I washed my cock and arse crack. He followed suite. I like peeing in your Tram...good...you can pee in me anytime, anywhere...really!? Yes, really...wow! I kissed his lips. Soon I'll pee in you, too...okay? He nodded, eyes bright and I kissed him roughly, driving my tongue into his mouth and he gasped...I pulled his face into mine, forcing my tongue into him...I did want him in my arse anytime, anywhere...we came up for breath. Wow...yes...wow. His freckles even blushed. To be continued...