Date: Wed, 06 Jan 2021 09:43:15 +0000
From: Ethan Flowers <ethanflowers98@protonmail.com>
Subject: A Hole in The Fence (gay/young-friends)

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                            A Hole in The Fence
                             by Ethan Flowers

The house where I grew up was on the very edge of town. We were the last
house on the road, and the road ended with us. Just beyond the road's end,
running along the edge of our property and extending a long way in either
direction was The Fence. It was chain-link and tall, soaring high above my
young head. The part that ran along our property had bushes on our side and
forest on the other.

"What's The Fence for?" I would ask my parents.

"The owners on the other side put it up a long time ago," my father said.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe they raise sheep and don't want them getting out."

It made sense at the time. At eleven years old I didn't know sheep could be
penned with a simple barbed-wire fence and didn't need a ten foot tall
chain link fence.

The summer I was eleven they did some work on The Fence. Men in work clothes
came along our side of it and cut a trail through the bush all the way along
it. For a week they were there, cutting away brush, inspecting The Fence,
making repairs. Then they were gone.

What an opportunity for a curious eleven year old! Until now I couldn't
explore The Fence because of all the bush on our side. But now I had a
trail I could follow! And it would be impossible to get lost, because to
get back home all I had to do was follow The Fence back.

So one morning I packed a lunch bag and told my parents I was going to see
my friend Howard for the day. He was an eleven year old like me, with red
hair that his mom kept short in the summer. We didn't really have all that
much in common aside from a lack of friends along the road, so we mostly
just hung out together, playing video games or games from our imagination.

I set off down the road for Howard's house, then ducked back, skirted the
edge of our property, and headed down the trail to see what I could find.
Less than ten minutes away from the house the forest on the other side
thinned out. Through the trees I could see open fields. I continued along
the rough trail, every once in a while coming to a place where the trees
thinned out enough I could see into the fields on the other side. Then I
stumbled on a most wonderful find--a hole in The Fence!

It wasn't that the repair crew had failed to find and fix it. This hole was
deliberate. Set at ground level, it was square, about two feet high and
wide, edged with a wood trim at the sides and top. It was probably there to
let wildlife like rabbits and foxes through, if they could find it. Well, I
was wildlife, too, and small enough to make it through. Which I did.

Wow! Finally, after all these years, I was on the other side of The Fence!
It was something I'd always dreamed of doing, and now I could explore the
territory that had been hidden to me for so long.

The hole opened up into a field and not forest, so I could look around to
figure out where I could go. A little ways off I saw a stand of trees, and
curious as to what might else be there I headed for it. As I got closer I
heard sounds. Young voices, gleeful and laughing. And splashing. They
reminded me of a beach, but how could there be a beach in the middle of
some trees?

I followed the sounds to the edge of the trees. The undergrowth here wasn't
nearly as dense as by The Fence at my place, and I could make out a large
swimming pool and kids playing in it.

My jaw dropped in amazement. None of the kids was wearing anything! I saw
both boys and girls there, and I could see their bare bums, the girls'
tits, and the boys' dinks. Now I knew what boys had--I was one, after
all--but I'd never seen a naked girl before.

It was hard to see very much through the trees, so I made my way into the
light underbrush and crept toward the pool. The pool had a fence as well,
very similar to The Fence I was so familiar with. The trees I was hiding in
came right up to it. I stood there, camouflaged by the trees, watching in
wonder at the dozen or so naked kids splashing, jumping, diving, and
overall having great fun in the pool.

Why were they naked, I wondered? Like everyone else I had only ever worn
swimsuits at the pool, and until now had never questioned why. But now I
did. Nothing awful was happening to these kids just because the parts
normally hidden by swimsuits were now visible. At school even the hint of
someone's bum being seen brought on finger pointing and jeers. But there
was none of that here. These kids were playing like any other, not caring
at all about their bums and dicks being on full display.

How I wished I could join them! I had no pool at home, and for company only
an older sister who didn't really care for me. For friends, during the
summer it was pretty much just Howard unless we visited some of my
relatives and I got to see a cousin or two. So when Howard was away all I
had at home to do was play on the computer or read books. This was so
different! Here was a pool and a bunch of kids, all having fun.

I must have spent two hours hiding in the trees, watching the kids playing
in the pool. I ate my sandwiches and drank the box of juice I had packed.
Finally, reluctantly, I turned around and made my way back out of the woods
toward the field.

I panicked momentarily when I came out of the trees and realized I didn't
know where the animal-hole was in The Fence. But then I figured it should
be pretty easy to find, since I could see The Fence. All I had to do was
follow it until I came to the opening. Which I did, slipped out, and
returned home.

I was both elated that I now knew what was on the other side of The Fence,
yet unhappy because I didn't know what to do with the knowledge. At first I
didn't know what I wanted to do more: go back and watch the kids at the
pool, or spend my afternoons with Howard. I didn't want to lose Howard as
friend by disappearing all of a sudden, but I also really wanted to see
more of those naked boys. Yes, there were girls there as well, but it was
the boys I was interested in.

In the end I resorted to a bit of trickery. I told Howard my parents had
signed me up for a day camp that would occupy my time from eleven in the
morning until four in the afternoon. We could see each other in the
evenings if that was okay with everyone, but for a few days I'd be at the
camp during the day. Howard accepted the story without question, and we
made plans to get together in the evenings.

Now all I had to do was explain my afternoon absence to my mom, who stayed
at home during the day while Dad was working. It turned out to be easier
than I thought. All I had to do was tell Mom I was going to be out of the
house for a couple of hours and I'd be sure to be home in time for supper.
It was all she needed to hear.

Every day that week I raced down the trail beside The Fence, crawled through
the wildlife opening, and made my way to my hiding spot near the pool. I
spent so much time there I got to know the names of some of the kids. There
was Nico with olive skin and long black hair, skinny tall brown haired
Austen, a chunky little kid named Paul, a pair of older teens--with pubic
hair!--named Sam and Sean, as well as a girl with incredibly blond and long
hair called Edith and another girl (dark hair) called Floral. As far as I
knew no one saw me hiding a few feet back in the bush, watching their
carefree naked games in the pool.

About the only complication was Howard kept asking me what I did during the
day camp. I had to come up with stories that seemed believable: baseball
games, camp songs, arts and crafts. The arts and crafts one nearly
backfired when Howard wanted to see what I'd made. I found something simple
on the web and asked Mom for help making it, which she was very happy to do.
I showed it to Howard, and he told me it looked nice.

One day, about a week and a half after I started sneaking into the land on
the other side of The Fence, I was making my way out of the trees when a
pair of older boys dressed in shirt and shorts suddenly emerged and headed
toward me. Panicked, I made a dash for The Fence, but didn't realize just
how much faster the larger boys could be. They caught up to me in no time.
One grabbed me around the waist and another caught my arm.

"Well, here's our young guest!" said one of them. "Nice to meet you at
last!"

I was completely at a loss for words, I stared at them, numb with fear. Now
that I could see them, I recognized them as Sam and Sean. They looked to be
about fifteen or sixteen years old, nice faces with light brown eyes and
wavy blond-brown hair. They didn't seem the least bit angry; in fact, they
looked kind of happy. For sure they were smiling.

"We noticed you a couple of days ago," Sam said, gently. "Then we saw you
again yesterday and when you showed up again today, we figured we wanted to
meet you. Oh--I'm Sam and this is my brother Sean. What's your name?"

I was still pretty scared, but these boys didn't to be all that threatening.
"Oscar," I replied.

"Why are you here, Oscar?" That was Sean. Like Sam, he seemed more curious
than accusatory. "I mean, hiding in the trees like that, watching us?"

"Well ... uh ... I wanted to know what was on the other side of The Fence," I
told them. "And wh--when I saw you--you all playing in the pool and--well--not
wearing anything, I--I just wanted to find out more."

"How'd you get in here?" Sam asked.

"There's ... there's a hole of some sort in The Fence. Over there." I
pointed in its direction.

"Oh, that's where you're from," said Sean. "Do you know what this place
is?"

"No," I replied, truthfully. "All my life there's been The Fence and
no-one's ever told me what's on this side. This year I found the hole and
decided I'd find out."

"Typical," said Sam to his brother. "The outsiders don't like us so they
pretend we don't exist."

"What?" I asked.

"We're a naturist commune," said Sean.

"A what?"

Both boys grinned. Sam answered the question. "A commune is like a big
family that shares everything, like games and cars. Like, we have one big
kitchen were we cook all our food. Have you ever been to camp, Oscar?"

"No," I replied.

"How about school?"

"Of course I go to school!"

"Okay, a commune is a bit like a school. You know, at school there's only
one library where the students get books, and one gym where you have PE,
and one lunch room where all the kids eat."

"Oh." I actually didn't understand Sam's explanation. It certainly didn't
sound like fun being in school all the time. "So what's the other thing you
said ... `Nature'?"

"Naturist," said Sam. "It means we go nude all the time. Like at the pool
where you were watching us."

My eyes must have bugged out a bit at this. "All the time? You never wear
clothes?"

"Hardly ever," Sean replied. "Well, of course we have to wear something
when we leave the commune to go into town or something like that, but
whenever we're here we don't wear anything."

"Except now," Sam added. "We figured you'd be scared enough when we came
looking for you, but you'd be terrified if we did it naked!"

"What are you going to do with me?" I asked. "Are you going to tell my
parents I've been sneaking across The Fence?"

"Oh, no way!" said Sam. "Sean, what did we decide to do with Oscar here?"

Sean grinned. "We're going to drag you back to the pool, take off all your
clothes and throw you in!"

"No!" I cried in horror. "You--you can't do that!"

Both boys laughed. "We're just kidding, Oscar!" said Sean. "But we want to
invite you to join us. I mean, you're obviously interested in us. We can be
friends. You can come to our pool every day if you want to and play with
us."

"You--you'd let me do that?"

"Of course we would," Sean replied. "It'll be a lot more fun than just
standing all alone in the trees by yourself and doing nothing."

I was really surprised. I'd expected to royally chewed out by the pair and
be told in no uncertain terms never to come back. But they were doing just
the opposite: wanting to be friends and actually inviting me to join them!

I was nervous about one thing, though. "But ... do I have to ... I mean, well,
can I wear a swimsuit?"

Sam replied with a a smile. "You're not supposed to, at least not in the
pool. But trust me, you'll get used to being naked really quick."

"So, Oscar," Sean added, "if you've got a few minutes, maybe we can take
you back to the pool and introduce you to everyone. We're really friendly,
and we'd love it if you could come and play with us."

"So I'm really not going to get into trouble for sneaking around your
place and spying on you?"

"Oh, hell no!" said Sam. "You're just a curious little boy. Now, if you
were an adult with a camera taking pictures, you'd be in big trouble! But
not you. We want to get to know you better."

"What do you say?" Sean asked again. "Do you want to come and meet some of
the other kids? Oh, most of them don't know you've been hiding there
watching them, so they're not going to be all bothered with you."

Thanks to their kind words and actions, I had completely recovered from my
shock and my fear had dissipated. "You're sure about that?" I asked.

"Of course!" said Sean. "If we thought there'd be trouble we wouldn't ask
you to come back with us. You'll be okay, and none of the other kids are
going to ask questions."

I made up my mind. "Sure," I said. "Let's go."


It was the start of an exhilarating new part of my life. As the twins Sam
and Sean had promised, all the other kids welcomed me as if I'd been born
there, even if I wasn't in my birthday suit. On my first two visits after I
was introduced I wore a swimsuit, and because of that couldn't enter the
pool. So the third time I screwed up my courage, took it off, and found out
swimming naked was fun!

After that I visited the commune pretty much every day. I quickly discovered
I really liked being naked. I got so comfortable going nude that I would
remove my clothes as soon as I was out of sight of my house, carry them to
the gap in the fence and leave them there.

Due to my new-found friends at the commune, my loose friendship with Howard
slowly diminished over the summer and never picked up again. The twins were
great fun, but I got along best with Nico, the olive-skinned boy with the
Mediterranean heritage. We were the same age and he took a shine to me,
hugging me enthusiastically whenever I showed up and again when I left.
After a couple of weeks he'd kiss me, too, but only on my cheek.

I met his family as well. In addition to his parents, there were three other
siblings: an older sister, a younger brother, and then a younger sister.
They all made me feel right at home. It took me a bit to get used to seeing
his mom's bare breasts and his Dad's large dark penis every time I met them.
I'm sure his parents knew I was only a visitor from the other side of The
Fence, but it didn't dampen their welcome.


School started, autumn arrived, and then the snow came. I really couldn't
visit the commune after school started, but kept in contact by smartphone
and computer chat. While the commune eschewed things like clothing and the
idea of personal possessions (cell phones were an exception,) they
certainly hadn't thrown out the rest of modern technology. Most of the time
I chatted with Nico, but on occasion Austen would join in, as well as Sam
and Sean.

Of course they never wore anything while chatting with me, but I had to.
Most of the time all I saw were their heads and shoulders. Young Paul,
however, who had turned nine in October, was quite shameless. In addition
to the laptop's built-in webcam he had managed to find a second USB camera
on a long cable. He set it up so his whole naked body was in view. He would
often stroke himself to an erection and show it off, and more than once
pulled his bum cheeks apart to show his ass.

Nico sort of got into the act, too, but didn't push it like Paul did. A lot
of the time he sat further back from the laptop's camera to show off his
whole upper body. Once I asked if I could see a bit more of him. He
understood and moved back a little further so his penis was in view as
well. After that he did it all the time. I loved seeing him that way, but
more than once had to quickly minimize the chat window when my parents or
my brother suddenly came into my room.

A couple of times over winter I again asked my parents, separately, if they
knew what was on the other side of The Fence. Neither of them even hinted
it was a commune and everyone there went naked. I couldn't figure out how
they didn't know that and concluded they were hiding the truth from me. So
I figured I shouldn't tell them I'd been visiting there last summer and now
was friends with some of them.

The commune children didn't go to regular school. They had their own, a one
room with all grades setup, with the added advantage they didn't have to
dress every day to attend classes. One day during my Christmas break I
asked Nico over chat when was the last time he'd worn clothes. He had to
pause and think. "It was back in April," he said eventually. "I had to go
see the dentist." He'd been totally nude for eight months straight!

A couple of times over the Christmas break Nico and I got up in the middle
of the night to chat so I could be naked like him. It was a little scary
and a bit of a rush. Being boys, of course, during those late night chats
we got hard and showed each other our erections.

Nico was puzzled by my pyjamas and wondered why I bothered with them.
"Aren't the bed covers warm enough?" he asked. Thinking it over, I had
to agree. I took to sleeping naked after that, and found it more
comfortable. It was nice waking up in the morning without having the
pyjamas wound all around my limbs.


Winter over, in May I began visiting the commune again, mostly twice a week
on Saturday and Sunday. I was twelve now, and Nico was just a month away
from that birthday as well. Brown-haired Austen was ten and Paul was still
nine. Sam and Sean were now seventeen. There were a few other boys too, and
about an equal number of girls, but I never got to know them all that well.

Mom and Dad started wondering about my weekend afternoon absences. So I told
them about Nico, but said I'd met him at school and was visiting him. They
wondered why he'd never come back with to me to our house; after all, a
couple of years before Howard was over at our place almost as much as I was
at his. I made up a story about Nico being a bit shy and his mother seemed
to be awfully protective, so all I could ever do was visit him at his
apartment. They asked why I didn't have any pictures of him on my phone. I
said I hadn't thought of taking any because I saw him all the time at
school. A couple of days later I found a few pictures of a cute boy on the
web, sent them to my phone, and showed them to my parents. It satisfied
their curiosity and they stopped asking about Nico.

The pool opened at the end of May to everyone's delight. I got a surprise
the first time Nico and I went swimming: he was a lot more physical now.
Last summer we'd do normal kid stuff like pushing each other into the pool,
dunking, "horseback" riding and playing tag. But now he was touching me
whenever we were close in the pool, gently feeling my body everywhere. It
didn't matter if was my shoulder or my bum; it was all the same to him.

Then he started doing things like swimming up behind me and grabbing me in a
hug, wrapping his legs around mine so his whole body was in contact with
mine. As often as not he was hard when he did it, for I could feel his
stiff penis on my back or on my bum. I found it exciting and loved the idea
that he liked me enough to let me feel his erection.

In June Nico started going even further, stroking my penis while we were in
the water to get it hard, and I started doing the same to him. I got a real
surprise one day when Sean saw us doing it. He didn't say anything, but a
couple of minutes later he was behind me and I felt something warm, hard,
and large go between my legs just under my bum. I felt a finger and thumb
on my penis and he started getting me hard as well. "Feel mine," he said
quietly in my ear. I did so. I was amazed at how big it was!

But the big revelation came in July. As always I'd spent the afternoon with
the commune kids in the pool, then Nico invited me back to his place for a
snack. He dug a blueberry crumble out of the fridge and served two portions
on plates. Then he got a couple cans of cola and suggested we head to the
bedroom he shared with his brother. There we ate the dessert and talked
about stuff. When the crumble had disappeared, Nico took a swig of his cola
and said, "Lay down on your back on the bed. I want to show you something."

I did. He got on the bed too, straddled me near my ankles, then leaned
forward and took my penis into his mouth. I gasped. It had felt nice all
the times he'd played with it in the pool, but never anything like this!
The more he played with it the better it felt.

He gave me an amazing blow job--and the first orgasm of my life.

"You like that?" he asked after I calmed down, his dark eyes shining.

"Wow! That was amazing!" I told him. "Where'd you learn about that?"

"Sean showed me. He also showed Austen and Paul. Now me and Austen do it a
lot. And I'm guessing we will, too."

"I think so, yeah!" I replied.

"Do you wanna try doing me?"

"Can I? I mean--you actually want me to?"

"Of course!" Nico replied. "Just make sure you cover your teeth like
this." He showed me how he had curled his lips slightly over his teeth.

Just minutes after getting my first blow-job I was giving one to my best
friend. I'd felt his penis a lot over the last couple of weeks, but I'd
never dreamt I'd have it in my mouth. It felt really neat, and I loved
feeling my lips and tongue on his hard little member. I must have done
something right because in a few minutes Nico's breathing deepened, then he
gasped and his orgasm hit him. When it was over he had to gently push me
away.

"Wow!" he said. "Thanks, Oscar! You're good! Maybe not as good as Austen,
but we've been doing it since February so he's got more experience. But I
think you'll be getting more over the summer."

"I'm sure I will!" I replied.

Nico must have told Austen and Paul what we'd done, because the next day
when I visited the pool they were all over me as well. Austen was pretty
low key to start, merely guiding my hand to his penis so I could feel it
getting hard. Paul, though, bordered on outrageous. He seemed to have made
it his mission to keep me erect all the time I was in the pool. I was a
little self conscious getting out of the water with my penis sticking
straight out, but Nico did it too and no-one commented on it.


That was the real secret of the land on the other side of The Fence. Not
only was it a naturist commune, which was rare even of communes, it was a
true free love society. Sexual exploration and same-sex encounters were
considered normal, even healthy. Actual sex out in the open was discouraged,
but the adults turned a blind eye to kids and even teenagers playing around
in the pool.

I got a thorough practical education in sex that summer. By the time I went
back to school, Nico, Austen, Paul, and I had done pretty much everything
to each other. Sam and Sean showed us a lot. I saw semen for the first time
when they demonstrated masturbation.

For such a young kid Paul was really enthusiastic, always wanting to try
something new. He never pulled off Sam's or Sean's cock when they came
while he was sucking them off. When the twins put a finger up our rear to
introduce us to our prostates, it was Paul who immediately saw a penis
would do just as well. It was the twins needed to tell us about anal sex.
The next time we got together they had small lube packs, and we stared work
on stretching our anuses.

Us four younger boys did each other first in the twins' bedroom, under their
watchful eye to make sure no-one got hurt. Austen let Paul do him first.
Nico and I couldn't decide who would do who first, so Sean flipped a coin.
I won the toss, and decided to let Nico do me.

From the first moment I felt Nico's erection slide into my hole I was
hooked. I hadn't imagined something could feel so warm and intimate. It was
amazing feeling his penis sliding in and out while his hands caressed my
body. I was almost disappointed when he came, because I knew he'd be
pulling out soon.

Then I did Nico and loved it almost as much. When it was over we embraced
each other tightly and held on, reveling in the warmth of our naked bodies
against each other.

Paul and Austen did all right, too, but I'm sure Nico and I enjoyed it more.

Both Nico and Paul kept begging the twins to do them. At first they said no,
but after repeated requests they set about stretching the younger boys'
rears as much as they could. Then one day near the end of August, Sam and
Sean gathered us together and led us out of the main village. We walked
across an open field to another stand of trees I'd never visited before. A
thin trail led into the stand to a clearing. The twins unrolled blankets
they'd been carrying. Packets of lube had been hidden inside.

"We think you're ready now," said Sean to Nico. "You sure you want to do
this?"

"Of course!" Nico replied. "I've been waiting for this for a couple of
weeks while all you did was shove fingers up my ass!"

"You'll appreciate the fingers once we start," Sam said. "The first time
someone did me it hurt like hell and I didn't enjoy it at all."

They instructed Paul and Nico to get on their hands and knees. Sam's penis
was a little smaller than Sean's, so he lined up behind Paul, and Sean
behind Nico. Austen and I sat together close by to take in the show, one
arm behind each other's back and playing with the other's penis with the
free hand.

Carefully Sam and Sean entered the younger boys. Nico and Paul both grunted,
but their grins never diminished. In well under a minute the twins were
buried to the hilt, then they start slowly pumping them. They worked the
younger ones for maybe five minutes before they came, gasping as they shot
their seed up their tight little tunnels. I saw Nico come as well.

Austen and I had been hard though the whole show, and once the twins had
come I went down on him. I sucked him off to one of the best orgasms he'd
had up to now. I know, because that's what he told me.

Austen was actually a bit of an enigma. He was a rather quiet boy and seemed
to prefer being with one friend at a time rather than in a group. He
obviously enjoyed our sexual romps and rarely shied away when we got down
to action. But he was almost always passive. He liked getting sucked off,
but rarely sucked other boys, and never the twins because they could shoot.
When we started fucking, he was always ready to offer his ass but almost
never did anyone himself. What he really liked, though, was one of us in
his rear while the other sucked him off.

Nico recovered quickly from Sean's pleasuring him, then did my ass while
Paul sucked me off. It was a magically wonderful way to round out the
summer: outside naked in the warm air, enjoying the company and bodies of
my friends.


Epilogue

Winter was long, cold, and lonely. Nico, Austen, and Paul had each other for
friends and sex when the need arose. I wasn't seeing Howard any more. As
soon as he learned about gay sex he angrily denounced it as perverted and
said anyone who could do something like that was an animal and not human.
At the time I didn't really know humans were animals as well, and lots of
animals were known to do it.

I settled into a pattern that marked the next five years. In summer I
visited the commune to play naked with my friends. Over the winter we'd
keep in touch using our computers. School activities and school friends
kept me occupied during those months. Through personal interaction and
computer chats Nico, Austen, Paul and I celebrated birthdays and
milestones: our first pubic hairs, our first sperming, our first wet
dream.

At eighteen I went away for four years to college, but thanks to technology
still kept in touch with my naturist friends, and, of course, saw them
often over summer. Those years I entered the commune by the front gate
instead of sneaking though The Fence. For the most part the commune boys
went to trade school to gain skills that would be useful in their secluded
home.

When I left college at 23, I knew what I wanted to do with my life. I joined
the commune as a full member. My parents were shocked and angry. At last I
found out they knew all along what was on the other side of The Fence, but
had lied to me about it because they disapproved of their lifestyle. They
certainly disapproved of me joining them. Within a year sold the house and
moved to another state. At least they gave me their new address, so they
hadn't disowned me.

Nico, who had fallen so much in love with me at the start and introduced me
to the pleasures of sex, went straight as he got older. We're still really
good friends, but he's moved in with the one of the commune's girls and
they have a young daughter. Sam and Sean both have lovely girlfriends and
all four of them live together. Paul's grown into a big man; he's calmed
down somewhat, but he's still a bit of a clown and always lights up a room
when he enters it.

And quiet, almost shy Austen? He's living with me now. We love each other so
very much.


- The End -