Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2019 17:59:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Village 1988 Part 1 (Young Friends) This is another story about the village of Bradley. This time set in 1988 and a shorter one. I'll still be continuing with the other "The Village" story and my other ongoing stories. ...Hope you enjoy! Check out my other stores on my Author page and please do donate to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html 1988: I stared out the car window, trying not to let my Dad see my tears. It had been a shit few months and it seemed things were going to get worse. Here I was, being taken away from my best friend, from my home town, from my life, by a man that may have been the person who conceived me with my mum (eugh) but was very much not my Dad, at least in the sense of the word that a parent loves and protects and looks after their children. My Dad barely acknowledged me most of the time and I was finding it hard not to hate him. It might not be his whole fault things had changed but it was his fault he wasn't making it better. My mum had left him when I was very young, he'd been having an affair with some girl at work and she found out and had enough. He was a high flying journalist, someone I'd barely seen, he was always travelling the world, as a foreign correspondent for a national newspaper. War zones, famines, elections, investigations, that was his life and I didn't feature in it. I got birthday cards, most of the time, the odd post card, i didn't know where he was most of the time and even though he knew where he was I don't think he cared. It was just me and my Mum, until it wasn't. I still remember the primal anguished howls of grief I made when I opened the door to a police officer to find out my Mum had died in a car crash. Then there was just me. No family apart from a man I hadn't seen for years. I was able to stay with my best friend Jon and his family for a while, there was no way they would let me go into care. My Mum died in mid March and I moved in the same day. His parents fussed over me and my first week there I spent a few evenings crying as Jon's Mum held me close. Jon was kind enough not to mention it, he just took the piss out of me as we usually did. I knew it wouldn't be permanent, at some point that man who called himself my father would turn up. Actually did he even call himself my father, no I mean the man who was legally my father would turn up. As usual he was working, and as usual he was overseas, he'd been in the US, then somewhere else, now he was in the Middle East, something to do with some hijacked plane in Kuwait was keeping him out there and it was much too important for him to come and see his grieving son, nor attend the funeral of his ex wife. I had my own concerns, I didn't care about a stupid plane or his stupid job. Grief over my mum, worry about the future, where would I live, this all filled my thoughts. My anger at my Dad grew, how dare he leave me here, parentless while he did his stupid job? The only good thing was that I got to stay with Jon, he had been a friend for as long as I remembered, we grew up together, from being in the same class at primary school to the same football team. We were in separate forms so didn't get to do many classes together at first although that changed as we got put into the same sets for subjects. Obviously when we were younger we'd seen each naked but we hadn't for a while, we were in different swimming classes at school and no self respecting boy in my year showered after P.E, well not naked anyway. Actually that wasn't true, some boys did but they were the early developers, the ones who took great pleasure in showing off dicks that looked huge and hairy to my eyes! I had biology obviously so I knew bodies changed and we'd recently watched a video in class about the changes that puberty would cause. Not that it has any effect on me yet, my dick had barely grown and while I checked every day there wasn't anything resembling a pubic hair down there. I was pretty innocent about sex really, I knew the mechanics but not much more. And as I didn't have a Dad or older brother, and my Mum wouldn't talk about "boy stuff", I was pretty innocent about my dick and balls and what I could do with them. In the video we watched they talked about a boy masturbating by "gently stroking his penis until he has an orgasm" but the odd time I tried stroking my hand gently up my hard dick nothing happened, I suspected I was too young, or didn't know what the fuck I was doing! Jon's brother was away at University so at least I got my own room with a double bed which was lots of room! Although we spent a lot of time playing on Jon's Atari ST in his bedroom, he tried to cheer me up and always had an amusing story. We were playing on it that evening as usual, on a wet and windy late April evening a few weeks after my Mum died. He burst out laughing "I forgot to say, swimming was fucking hilarious today. That thicko Steven Betts got an erection when he was getting changed after swimming, people started taking the piss calling him a perv but he just wrapped his hand around it, and he just started wanking it there and then fast as he could until Mr Jones came in, absolutely bollocked him and gave him a detention.," "Blimey, sounds embarrassing!" I said also thinking it didn't sound like "Gently stroking", Jon laughed, "Yeah but then again he's got a big dick, he probably just did it deliberately to show it off. Not as big as mine of course!" He said giggling. "Ha you wish!" I said back. "Shut it or I'll make you suck it" he said giggling, (was that really a thing? I didn't want to show my naivety though), "You'd have to find it first" I said and we giggled. His Mum knocked on the door and gave us a five minute shout. We finished playing and I went to my room, stripping off and putting a T shirt on. Jon popped his head in wearing pyjamas and said goodnight, then his Dad did and his Mum did too, coming and sitting on my bed and stroking my hair as I got tearful. She left me and I fell asleep, on a damp pillow, not for the first time. School days melded into one, people knew what had happened to my Mum and most people were nice, others made snide comments. I'd been at Jon's over a couple of months when his brother came back for a long weekend for a party, he was only back two nights and one of those he'd be staying at the party so it was only the Saturday night he's be staying, Sunday he's be out and then back to Uni straight from there on the Monday. I was preparing to move out for the night to Jon's but it was decided Jon could sleep with me in Ollie (his brother)'s room. Ollie used to babysit me when I was young so I knew him well. I couldn't say he was a father figure but as he was 8 years older I did look up to him. Ollie has suggested it saying he didn't need his own room and I needed it more. I was grateful to him, it was a scorching early June weekend and Jon's room was smaller so was always hotter, with two of us in there it would have end roasting. As it was we sweated away as we played on the computer in Jon's room until Ollie came in and said he was off out and his Mum had said we should start to get ready for bed. Ollie smirked at us "No wanking each other off and shooting cum in my bed tonight, if you want to get each other off then suck each other instead, leaves less mess" he said laughing. I went bright red, but Jon giggled "Fuck off Ollie, don't you go wanking in my bed either!" Jon said. Ollie laughed, "Your bed is desperate for some proper cum to be spilled in it, you probably don't even cum yet! Don't worry, they'll be cum stains all over it by the time I'm done, I'll wank in your bed, over your sheets, then wipe my dick clean on your pillow, and maybe on your favourite shirt!" he said giggling, Jon jumped at him in annoyance until they wrestled and ended up laughing. All this talk of wanking and cum stains confused me a bit so I just kept quiet as they both got up and me and Jon went into Ollie's room and started to getting ready for bed....