Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2019 18:00:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Village 1988 Part 2 (Young Friends) Jon went off to the bathroom and got into a slightly strange combo of a pyjama top and a pair of pants as he said it was too hot for pyjama bottoms. I swapped my T shirt for a clean one to sleep in, then with my back turned I quickly pulled my pants down and put a clean pair on. Jon wolf whistled, "haven't seen that cheeky arse for a while" he said grinning. I blushed and muttered something about him being a perv. We got into bed and chatted. It was fucking hot! His Mum came in and told us it was time for sleep. We said goodnight then rolled away from each other to try to sleep. My heart was racing, I didn't know why. I guess it was being in bed with another boy, but it was only Jon, my best friend. I was hot too, too hot for a t shirt. I rustled around taking it off and dropped it on the floor. "Ollie said no wanking," hissed Jon giggling. I blushed, "I wasn't!" I whispered back, "just taking my t shirt off". "Well as long as your pants are on still" he said giggling. I blushed again, "of course they are". I then felt a hand on my bum, "Yeah you're right, just checking". There was rummaging around and I guessed he was taking his top off too. "Don't worry I'm just taking my top off, you can check if my pants are still on". He said giggling. I giggled too, and went to put my hand to check when it hit his naked bum cheek. "Oh sorry I lied!" He said giggling even more, I blushed again and said sorry. "Don't be sorry, you can touch something else if you want." He said quietly. "What?" I asked. "Well what do you think?" He said giggling. Suddenly I realised what he suggested and blushed, (it was becoming a habit) and just said "oh" and went quiet. My heart was now beating so loudly I thought Jon could hear it, suddenly I was in bed with him, he was naked and I was in my pants. Jon obviously decided my silence was a no so a new approach was needed "You know Ollie said no wanking each other off and shooting cum in his bed" Jon whispered, "Yeah" I said wondering where this was going. "Well...can you shoot cum yet?" he asked. I blushed so red I was convinced I lit the room up. "Er.............I...er.....don't know". "What do you mean you don't know, when you wank does anything come out? "er, I've never wanked, at least properly" I said. "Oh. Well have you got any pubes? Don't worry I don't really either". Feeling a bit better I told him I didn't. "Well the thing is....I reckon you probably can't shoot cum yet then and neither can I....so technically we can't shoot cum in his bed. But it would really piss him off if we wanked each other in it!". I wasn't a total idiot, I knew what he wanted to do and all this talk had made me rock hard, I hadn't been able to wank before, maybe he could show me. I pulled my pants off and dropped them on the floor and turned to face him, "Do you want to check if my pants are still on?" I asked with a giggle. He reached over and his hand touched my hard dick and he gasped. "You cheeky git, but now my hand is there I might as well use it" he said giggling and wrapped it around my hard dick and started to wank me off. Now I knew why it didn't work before, it wasn't "gently stroking" it was full on fast as you can hand motions. I started to moan and groan "shhh!" He said giggling. Suddenly I felt a strange feeling, something strange was happening, "Shit, stop, I might piss myself" I said but he didn't and then suddenly my body was wracked with wave upon wave upon wave of the most amazing feeling ever. As I came down from it and got my breath back Jon giggled, now THAT is wanking, you had your first orgasm! Now do me so I get one!" He said giggling. He lay on his back and I shuffled over, took his hard dick in my hand, and did what he did to me, it felt strange but far from unpleasant and once he also came with a shudder we both giggled. "Well that was fun, fuck you Ollie!" Jon said with a giggle. We were both exhausted and fell asleep. I woke up to an empty bed, I guess Jon was in the toilet or the shower. Ollie came in wearing a towel, "sorry, need clothes as mine are a bit trashed from last night." He dropped it to show a massive dick. Well massive to my eyes, I hadn't really seen an adult one before and it looked big, softer it was longer and thicker than mine was hard and then some. He rummaged for clothes and saw me staring. "Don't worry, yours will be this big one day, the fun for you is just beginning, it can go into all sort of holes!" He said with a grin, I looked confused, "you know about sex right?" He asked. I nodded. "Well that's one sort of sex, there's oral sex like in the mouth and anal in the bum although that tends to be one boys do with boys. I've done all three and they're all fun, don't tell Mum or Dad though, they wouldn't understand me being bisexual". "Er what's that?" "Bloody hell you are innocent, I like sex with boys and girls" he said grinning. He then saw my pants on the floor, "Hey are you naked under there, you didn't wank each other in my bed did you?!", My blush told all, "It's ok we didn't shoot anything though, we can't yet" I said hurriedly, then blushed again, I'd given away too much information. He laughed, "Your secret is safe with me, it's only a bit of fun, and you're a cute good looking boy, you'll break some hearts soon!" He said grinning and left the room. Jon came back in soon after, dropping his towel to give me a full frontal. Like me his dick was probably not even 2 inches long, and hairless like me. He climbed into bed, "so....did you enjoy last night?" he said grinning, "fuck yeah" I said grinning back. "Fancy doing it again?" He asked, "as much as possible!" I said back and we went top to tail and did each other again. Our hands blurring with the motion of wanking each other, we both cam at almost the same time and just grinned each other We did it a fair bit over the next few weeks. Whenever we got a chance which wasn't as much as we liked in such a busy household! "I reckon we might have just grown a little bit down there" Jon said one night with a giggle after we'd finished wanking each other off, I hoped it was true but couldn't tell! I was actually happy for the first time in ages, most of the time anyway. Then I got a got a phone call from my Dad, the gist of it was that he was coming home and I was to live with him. He didn't sound particularly enthusiastic about it. And neither did I. I felt strange, I'd much rather live with Jon and his family but that wasn't an option as he was my Dad, my legal guardian. He was picking me up as soon as I finished school and we'd live in his flat. He picked me up and that was that, Jon and his family were off on holiday and I spent two boring weeks in a flat that had no personality with a person who seemed the same to me. He then hit me with another bombshell, we were moving away. That would be it for my life here. I'd be moving away, moving school, leaving Jon. it was all a massive head fuck. It came around quickly and after an emotional farewell with Jon and his family who'd barely got back from holiday, then there I was in the car heading to a new life, crying as we drove away. I promised Jon and his family I'd phone regularly and we'd try and visit although the village were moving to was over two hours away. But I was devastated, this was just another painful thing to deal with, how many more could I take? Dad said we were moving to a small village called Bradley. I was aghast, I was a city boy, living in the country was not for me. Or "cuntry" I started saying to myself. I still had no idea why were moving there. "Is this for work?" I asked suspiciously, he may have had to give up some of his foreign travel to look after me but he was still a journalist. As I'd learned from cooking myself dinners of beans on toast when he it was late and I was hungry with no sign of him, work came first, I came last. "No it isn't to do with work and how dare you think that. It's solely to give you somewhere safe to grow up." He said, in his sympathetic manner as always. God I hated him. And to be honest it seemed he felt the same. "However while it might not be for work purposes, people hate journalists, just tell any friends you make or people you meet that I'm a businessman, it'll probably be difficult enough for you to settle as it is". Yeah. Thanks Dad. Mind you I could see what he meant, I hated a journalist too. As we drove further away from Jon I felt my heart breaking, whatever this new place was like it better be fucking good, I was already plotting running away and moving back in with Jon and his family...