Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2020 16:13:00 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Village Part 25 (Young Friends) I started to read the diary aloud: "October 10th 1919: I live in Bradley. It was a fairly normal village but things have changed quickly. It's owned by the Bradley family who it's named after. My best friend in the whole world is Alan Bradley, the son and heir of the Bradley family. We've been inseparable for years, growing up together and as close as you can be. We're both 13 so our bodies are changing quite a bit. It's a bit embarrassing but we like to do "stuff" with each other when we sleep over at each other's houses. It started with us having baths together and we'd play with our dicks in front of each other. Soon that moved on to playing with each other's dicks! It's lots of fun and we love it, it feels so much better having someone else do it to you than doing it for yourself! Our dicks are pretty much the same size, we like to call ourselves dick twins sometimes when it's just us. However, last week Alan's life fell apart. His sister was pregnant from another boy in our village, the pregnancy caused a scandal as it was. Unfortunately last week she went into early labour, and both her and the baby died. Alan and his parents were devastated. He stayed over last night and I held him all night as he cried himself to sleep. I'm going up to visit him and his parents once I've finished writing this. October 11th 1919: Shit. FUCK. Shitty fuck. Ha that's ironic. Well things have gone haywire here. So yesterday I went up to the house to see Alan. His Dad has always had a soft spot for me and hugged me when he saw me and said "Will, you're always welcome here, you're like another son to me. I am truly sorry for what is going to happen but something needs to be done so no other family suffers like ours have". He didn't tell me what but said Alan was upstairs locked in his room. I knocked on the door and he shouted "Go away" until I said it was me. He opened, red eyed and angry looking. I hugged him and assumed he was upset about his sister. "No no that. This piece of fucking shit!!" He said holding up paper with elaborate handwriting on. "My fucking idiot has decided to make everyone's life as miserable as his is." Alan told me to listen to this, "So at the funeral on Sunday my Dad will be calling all the adults into a meeting. They'll be told about some new changes. He's basically going to gift every family the house they live in his will." I told him that sounded good. He snorted, "well there's a catch, after that all boys aged 13-16 to a meeting will be given a document outlining their new "responsibilities" to the village. These must be followed, if not then the family needs to move out." It still didn't sound bad to me, how bad could these responsibilities be? Alan then passed me the document. "It's not finalised, I'm desperately trying to get some changes, you can help me on that. My father wants to legalese it all this evening so I've got till mid afternoon to suggest changes." I looked at the document, at this stage it was a lot of crossed out words and question marks so obviously not totally finalised. "Rules/edict?/Law?:No relationships with girls for 13 to 16 year old boys. Boys of this age must offer their mouth and bums(13 too young?) to other boys of this age for sex if requested. Requests can't be turned down. (Any exemptions?) To make it less embarrassing girls and younger boys aren't to know about it. Failure to follow will see families asked to leave village (punish boy instead? Strict punishments?!" I was aghast at the whole thing and vented to Alan. "Surely he can't do this?! And what does he mean about using mouth and bum for sex!?" I asked incredulously. Alan said that he owned the village, he could do it and people would go along with it. After all good pay, good houses, low rent and eventually house ownership. And the whole mouth and bum sex thing, well his father had apparently found out about that at private school when he was young, Alan filled in the mechanics of it and my eyes widened. And I have to say my dick hardened too! Neither of us were happy that our bums or mouths could be penetrated by someone else's dick, even if we got to do it back to someone. Although I'll be honest, it sounded something I wouldn't mind doing with Alan! We went and protested to Mr Bradley but he was not for moving and told us we were being selfish and not to forget about what had happened in the past week. Alan stormed back to his room in tears and I ran after him and comforted him. I stroked his hair as he cried, "So, after tomorrow any boy can ask us to suck his dick and worse" he said through his tears "well........I'd quite the like the first time I suck and be sucked to be someone very very special, like maybe the person I love most in the world." I said. "What your mum?" "dont be a dick, i mean you!" I told him. He smiled and said he was only joking. So with some difficulty given our lack of experience we managed to suck each others dicks. And then a second time. First thing we learned, a clean dick is much much better than an unclean one, no one is a fan of piss smelling dicks. And we also realised that technically someone could ask you to suck them after having just fucked you, which is fucking disgusting. Alan said he'd chat to his Dad about that one. We resolved to work on our own version of what is acceptable and not and present it to his Dad in a week or two. I think his Dad might not realise how many scores there are to be settled in this town and people will take advantage if they can.' As I finished reading that Sam said thank god we didn't live at that time, 'Can you imagine someone like John with limited rules to control him, he'd be out of control". I agreed and said from skim reading the next bit it sounded like it, I started to read the next entry and Sam went quiet, keen to hear the next entry....