Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2020 16:36:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Village 2021 Part 1 (Young Friends) This story follows on from my story The Village, but moves it forward into just ahead of the present day and some of the obvious changes that could happen. The story "The Village Rob and Sam Turn 14" will also be posted up very soon! Hope you enjoy! Please donate to Nifty here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html On with the story... My ipad woke me up from a deep sleep, I cursed as I realised I must have forgotten to turn it on to silent last night. I looked at the time, 9.20am. A bit too early for a cold Saturday morning in January for me. The ipad noise had been a Whatsapp message from my brother Martin who wanted to do a video call. I messaged back to ask him to give me ten minutes or so to get up and swung my legs out of bed. I went into the ensuite bathroom and had a quick shower, grabbed a towel afterwards and walked into my bedroom and started drying myself off. I looked at myself in the mirror. My blond hair looked unkempt on my head, my deep blue eyes looking back at me. I lifted my armpit and could see the ghost of some hair there, I had a bit more down above my dick, only a bit though. My dick. My favourite thing to play with in the world, better than any PS5 game! My dick was soft after the shower, 2 1/2 inches long although it would with encouragement go to a bit over 4 inches. All in all I thought I looked pretty sexy, probably the most attractive boy in my year at school. Well I though so anyway! My best friend Matt was also pretty cute, he had green eyes, dark hair and he wasn't quite as tall as I was but then again he was a couple of weeks younger. We lived in the village of Bradley, the village named after my family. My great great grandfather had it built well over hundred years ago as housing for his workers. It's improved since then obviously, we had a new housing estate built next to the existing houses a few years ago bringing another hundred households to the village. A new medical centre, a really well stocked local run shop subsidised by my family with a post office attached. And best of all a large youth communit centre which is huge inside, with a sports centre and has a swimming pool attached. However annoyingly while w can use the swimming pool and sports centre at school, the rest of the time the whole complex is only available for 13 to 16 years olds to use but I've been able to play on the all weather football pitch occasionally. The Bradley name is like royalty around here, I'm Ben Bradley, I guess the heir to my Dad's company and fortune but then again my brother Martin is a couple of years older so I suppose he is as well. Neither of us have quite inherited my Dad's strawberry blond hair but actually now he's in his 40s it's more grey than anything else! But then again Martin doesn't live with us so maybe I'm the heir? Him and my Mum moved away five years ago, I haven't seen either of them since although I do video chat with Martin all the time. My phone dinged and it was Martin saying to answer the call on my laptop, I flipped open my Macbook air and Skype was ringing and I answered it hurriedly and rummaged around for some clothes. "Morning bro. Fucking hell, put it away, I'm here to chat to you not your little dick" he said as I got my boxers on with some difficulty. "Are those a few little pubes, looks like you're growing up!" I pulled a T shirt on and sat down to talk, blushing from being seen naked. It wasn't something I usually did in front of other boys, aside from the odd skinny dipping in the river upstream but I hadn't done that since last summer. "How's things in London?" I asked Martin, "It's fine, school's ok, football is going well. Mum is nuts as always, Graham is being a total twat but no change there". Graham was our stepdad, he and Mum got together 3 years ago although I've never met him. I've never even spoken to him, and I haven't spoken to Mum since they left. She won't talk to me, she tried to ban Martin from contacting me but failed miserably. He was always her favourite growing up, and when she left to move to the US she gave us the choice to come with her. I was only 7 and loved my simple village life and didn't want to leave my life and my Dad. She took it badly, calling me a little pervert for some reason and telling me she never wanted to see or speak to me again. After a year back in the US they moved to London but she was pretty clear via Martin that the same rules applied. Luckily because of video calls I didn't feel like I was totally out of touch with Martin but it was hard. I thought my Dad must also find it hard but he seemed fairly nonplussed about the whole thing, but then again he was busy as a businessman, often away for days at a time. I'd go and stay with Matt during those times, or he'd get one of his assistants to look after me. I can't say I was particularly close to my Dad, I spent so much time with Matt growing up that his parents almost became my surrogate parents. Recently things had got a little bit complicated, I was staying at Matt's over the Xmas holidays and he started to get a bit upset and said "Don't hate me but i have to tell you something". I told him I could never hate him and he was the most important person to me in the world. He then said he thought he was gay. I said that it didn't change anything, there was nothing wrong with it and I was pleased he was being honest with me and himself. It did complicate things though for me, I'm a bit confused myself. I like girls but for reason we're warned off them in this village, but I also really have a major crush on someone - that someone being Matt. Am I gay? or Bi? or just curious? I dunno, I do know that know that I know Matt is gay I feel I can't tell him how I really feel or can't maybe do something I'd like to like kiss him or even touch his dick because he might think I'm just taking advantage of him because he thinks gay. It's all complicated, fuck, being a teenager sucks sometimes. Well I say being a teenager, I guess I'm technically not until I turn 13 tomorrow. Anyway, so Martin filled me in on what he'd been up to and then asked me a few things, "You excited about tomorrow? Becoming a teenager?" he asked smiling. I told him not really, after all being 13 minus 1 day is no difference than being 13, it's just a day like any other. "Yeah but you know, you get presents, any idea what Dad has got you?". "No fucking clue, it better be a phone though, he said I'm not allowed one until I'm 13 even though everyone else has one. But fuck knows if he's got me one, he's barely been here recently, gets back tonight I think". "Hmm, I don't like to think about you on your own a lot of the time, I'd say you should have moved away with us but Graham is really not a nice man." I asked Martin if he was going to be able to ever come and visit, he sighed. "I want to but Mum is adamant I can't. And Graham seems to want to control every aspect of my life. There is the possibility of a scout camp not a million miles away from you in the summer, and a football tournament in Birmingham soon that might provide an opportunity, but I'd be totally fucked if she or Graham found out so I don't want to get your hopes up". I knew that would be the case, it was always the same, thank god we could still communicate by message email and chat though. "You having a big party?", "Well sort of but it's a bit weird. There's a rule in this village that for birthday parties of boys aged 13 and above only boys of that age can attend birthday parties. So if I had it tomorrow then Matt wouldn't be able to come, so I'll have a sort of joint one with Matt in a couple of weeks. Martin giggled, 'I love the way you blush sometimes when you mention Matt's name" "I fucking don't." "Yes you do, you've got a serious crush on him. ha look at you, you've gone beetroot coloured." "Fuck off!" "Ah is that why you were naked when I called, about to wank off thinking of Matt and his dick?" "NO!", Martin giggled, "You are so easy to wind up, it's true though, I can tell. But why not anyway, I can speak from experience that if you've got a hand or even a mouth on your dick you aren't that bothered if it's a boy's or a girl's!". "Really!?" I said intrigued, "What you have done?". Martin smiled, "A gentlemen never tells, but I might do one day. Listen I better go, I can hear Graham shouting for me. Enjoy that wank thinking about Matt's dick!" " Fuck off I am not going to wank off thinking about his dick." "Course you aren't! Have an ace birthday tomorrow and chat soon!" he said winking at me, I said goodbye and hung up the Skype call. I was interested to hear that Martin had potentially messed around with boys and wanted to know more. Maybe he'd tell me next time. I thought about putting more clothes on, I was chilly in the January cold. But I thought fuck it, I got back into bed. I don't like to lie to people particularly Martin but I had done, I was going to wank thinking about Matt's dick! I slipped my hand down into my pants, pulled them down and started to play with my hardening dick. I fantasised it was Matt's hand on my dick and mine was on his. I closed my eyes and pictured it in my minds eyes, my hand was a flurry of activity, moving up and down my dick before I felt my orgasm coming, it was a good toe curler as I shot onto my hand. I cleaned up with a tissue and instantly felt a bit of guilt, wankers remorse I guess you could say. Just because my friend was gay didn't mean he'd want to do stuff with me and I felt bad about thinking he would. I got up, got dressed, played some PS4 and watched some Netflix. I had asked my Dad a few days earlier if Matt could stay over so he'd be here for my birthday morning but he looked at me strangely and said it wasn't a good idea. I was a bit pissed off but couldn't do much about it, I said to Matt I'd message him and we could catch up. I was in bed almost asleep when my Dad got home, I heard the bedroom door open in my half awake/half asleep state but soon fell into a deep sleep...