Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2020 10:50:02 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Village 1988 Part 3 (Young Friends) It was dark when we arrived in Bradley, we drove through an old village, and then turned off a small side road into newer build houses. We pulled into a drive and Dad opened the door and we went into the house, "Welcome to our new home" he said without much enthusiasm. It was already furnished, I had my own room (a small mercy), he had a master bedroom with en suite so I sort of had my own bathroom, he also used a smaller third bedroom as an office. Which I learned very quickly was usually locked and not to be entered. He did tell me he has a surprise for me, downstairs there was a small cupboard that had a couple of chairs in, and a new Amiga 500. I was in shock, and instantly delighted. At least I'd have something to do when he wasn't around. I thanked him and he smiled, although not particularly warmly, "I know I've not been the best father but I hope you'll be happy here. Go out, make new friends, find out all you can about the village. If you don't like it here, well maybe we can move. But give it a chance first, at least for a term. Feel free to have boys round to play on your computer, it's important to get friendly with them and find out all the local customs, that's how you're settle in". It sounded more like a business pitch to me but I nodded and said I would give it a chance. We had a takeaway for dinner from the local Chinese, we sat in silence as we ate. I was still incredibly awkward between us, eventually I had enough and said it was off to bed. I lay there, trying not to feel too upset about Mum, about leaving my life behind, about leaving Jon. Mmm Jon...I concentrated on the feeling of his hand around my dick and mine around his and started wanking off, this time having a spectacular orgasm and maybe, just maybe the merest drop of cum. Nah just swear I guessed, although was that the merest hint of fuzz as well? Maybe I was starting to grow hair. I did think my dick has grown slightly, hadn't it? Probably not, just optimistic!! I fell asleep into a deep sleep, not waking until I heard the phone ringing. Who was ringing at this time of day?! "Hello Pete............................Yes it's perfect, thank you, you've done a great job again.......................no we've only just arrived, I've put some gentle wheels in motion with Tim and the Amiga might help, good thinking on that......................It could be a long drawn out process......... .I don't want this to take focus away from my other work, it could be the deadest of dead ends...............I know I do but I've got itchy feet, he's fine at looking after himself and I'll try and make contacts in the village who can look after him if I need to go away ....................well yes that was the other reason for that too..................it's hard to say, obviously there was the NDA but I was expecting more information at that point, our source had suggested new movers got it at the same time..................13.............22nd December so ideally we'd be done by then, but if we're close then well you never know...............................he is but this could be award winning, he's probably cope...........................I know, but we could be in pretty deep by then so we might as well try and see it through, look it's probably not a good idea to chat now, he's asleep upstairs so I'll phone when he's out and we can strategise a bit more......Yes in a bit....." My Dad went quiet and I was confused in my half awake state, I had no idea what they were talking about it altogether it sounded like work. What confused me was the 22nd December reference. My birthday. Another slightly shitty thing for me, a few days before Christmas, school was always broken up. It meant I didn't usually get presents, I'd have my birthday party earlier than that but then it clashed with Christmas parties as well. But why was my birthday remotely relevant to whoever Dad was talking to, unless it was to do with presents which it didn't seem like! I didn't want Dad to know I'd been listening so I lay in bed for a bit before falling asleep again. I woke up again and this time thought I better get up, it was a sunny late morning, it was going to be a beautiful early August day. Well it would have been if I hadn't been here, it would have been the perfect day to hang out with Jon before we had some late night fun. I started to harden up and was about to do something about it when my Dad shouted to get up. I went and showered, threw a clean t shirt and shorts on and came downstairs. "You can't just sleep all day" he said, I shrugged. I didn't see why not but kept quiet as I ate some breakfast. I was planning on firing up the Amiga and seeing what games I had but he had other plans. "I have to work to do and I need peace and quiet, go explore the village and make some new friends". He told me, "I'm not really in the mood" I said. "It's not negotiable. It's an order". Fuck, he was really pissing me off. I brushed my teeth and headed out, grumbling to myself. It was my first proper look at Bradley, the village was overlooked by a hill where a large Manor House was, a river ran through the town splitting it in half, most of the houses were old but the small estate I lived on was newer. The school looked old although there was sign up with plans for a new school, there was a new swimming pool attached to the old school and other building in the school grounds. It seemed pretty deserted, although I then heard a ding of a bike bell and four kids came into view on bikes, three of them on new looking bikes, one on an older one. A couple of them looked my age although two of them looked a bit older. Two boys had ginger hair and two dark and I reckoned they were probably brothers. They saw me and rode over, "Who are you?" The older boy with ginger hair asked, he was on the old bike. He looked surprised.. "Er I'm Tim," I said nervously. "You new here?" I nodded, "moved in last night". "Cool, more fresh meat!" The other older looking boy said and the boy on the old bike giggled but then stopped himself. "Shut it Carl, leave him alone, he's new" he then said. He introduced himself as Simon, and the other two were Ian and Jack. He looked at me intently, "how old are you?". I told him 12, he said so were Ian and Jack. Turned out he was Ian's brother and Carl was Jack's brother. He and Carl were 14 although only recently, Simon a month or so ago, Carl only a couple of weeks. "Youngest in the year, bit of a nightmare really" Carl said. The way Simon was sitting on his bike, I could see up his shorts, it looked like he was wearing boxers but maybe baggy ones as I thought I could see one of his balls, and maybe even his dick head.. "You like my chopper Tim?" He asked. Shit. Had he noticed? Good work Tim, now everyone knows you like looking at dicks. I blushed and started to stammer, "My chopper, you know my bike? It's old school, I prefer it to the newer ones". Oh thank god, that's what he meant. "Yeah it's cool! Better than the old tomahawk" I say and he nods smiling, "Nice to meet a fellow bike connoisseur" he says with a grin, "we're off our out of town to one of the swimming holes, fancy joining us, it's fucking hot". I hesitate, I don't have trunks but then again I can swim in my boxers, and they seem nice enough so I shrug and say, "yeah that would be good but where is it, it'll take me a while walking and it's too hot to run". "It's ok, I'll give you a backy" Simon said, Carl giggled "Not the first one you've had eh", "ha not as many as you eh" Simon said back and they all giggled. It wasn't far out the village, along a quiet dusty path following the river, at the bend of the river we'd reached the "swimming hole", in reality it was just a small bit where the due to the bend and some shallow areas there wasn't a current and it looked easy to swim. We hopped off the bikes, sweating in the heat, Simon fiddled with his bike while the others started stripping off. I slowly did the same, not quite sure of the etiquette. I felt fairly sure that T shirt off was ok, but was it swimming in trunks, pants or full on shorts. I soon got my answer and I didn't like it, Carl had pulled his shorts and pants off and was walking into the river. He turned round, to give me a flash of his almost 3 inch dick surrounded by quite a few black pubes, "come on in, the water's lovely! Ian and Jack were already naked, and turned round to tell me and Simon to hurry up. They were both hairless like me although I thought I was ever so slightly bigger. I blushed, down to my pants. Simon had finished with his bike and came behind me, he put his arm around me, "sorry, I guess you didn't realise we'd be naked?" He said, I nodded, "Don't worry, we swim here a lot, no girls come, it's only ever boys and you know, we've all got dicks, no one is going to make fun of you" he said. With that he pulled his pants off and walking into the water, his bum wiggling. Shit. Naked swimming. What if I got hard. Everyone was still getting in though facing away from me so I quickly pulled my pants down and ran in covering myself, also naked. Once I was in it was fine, it was lovely and cooling, so what if I was naked with other boys, we all were and I started to relax a bit.....