Date: Tue, 17 Sep 2019 07:37:00 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Things Are Going To Change Part 1 (Young Friends) Following writing my true life experiences (with a bit of embellishment at times) in The Bully, Backpacking, The Bully and School Days, I took on writing up my grandfather's diary in The Evacuee. I've reached the end of the diary and that story is now finished with the last chapter either up on Nifty now or due to be up in the next couple of days. My backpacking one is still ongoing but I really enjoyed writing about experiences other than my own. So I wanted to write my first fiction story here, based on a dream I had the other night and a chance conversation I had with someone. Hope you like it! I'll also be working on a new story set around wartime in rural England to follow in the next few weeks hopefully. And please do donate to Nifty here to keep this amazing site going: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html On with the story......... Sometimes when I look back at how my life changed so quickly it can feel a bit like a dream. I'd not always had the best of times over the first 13 years of my life. My parents had died in a car crash when I was 6 and I lived with in a little council flat with my Gran on an estate in South East London. We didn't have much money growing up so I made do with hand me downs from neighbours which was a bit embarrassing but I got used to it. Everyone knew my gran on the estate and there was a real community spirit between a lot of the families. I hung out with the kids there growing up and we had an ace time, getting ourselves into scrapes at times but also having lots of fun. My best friends at school were pretty much the ones I grew up with on the estate, there was a group of us in the same school year who lived locally.. Ben and Steve were twins, they lived with their foster family on the estate. They were always getting into trouble and at school were known by some parents (and teachers) as the "terrible twins". I always liked them although really disliked their foster brother, a 16 year old boy called Carl who I thought was a nasty piece of work although couldn't say why. Ben and Steve were dark haired but non identical twins although looked similar enough you'd probably guess they were related. Andy lived a few doors down from them, he was a mixed race Chinese British boy, his dad was from Hong Kong, his Mum from Peckham so an interesting mix! Max was a black boy who lived next door to me, he also lived with his gran for reasons unknown. As is very common in South East London, the estate was in a mixed area where along with our council flats, nearby were some much bigger houses. We used to hang out with James and Raf, a couple of nice middle class boys who lived in big houses near us. Raf's family were of South Asian descent, and they had air con which was a god send in the odd really hot summer days! We spent a lot of time over playing in their gardens and houses and being fed by his parents who took a shine to us. I think they were pleased their sons mixed with different types of boys and they always made sure we were ok and not going hungry. Finally, there was Marlowe. He was a friendly tall black boy and my best friend in the whole world. His mum was an English teacher who named him after Christopher Marlowe I think (or maybe he was conceived in Marlow, who knows!). She had died when he was young like my parents had, his dad hadn't been able to cope and had left soon afterwards, never to be seen again. He lived with his uncle who was a bit of an arse, he drank too much and was pretty violent, I'd seen the odd bruise on Marlowe over the years which he put down to falling over but I was a bit suspicious. Marlowe pretty much looked after himself and did all the housework and cooking. He was a sweet boy, with an easy going personality, quick to smile and gentle, despite all that had happened to him. He was attractive and the source of much gossip from various girls at school! We spent most of our time outside school together, he'd often sleep over at mine if things were particularly tough at home. On days where he was particularly unhappy I'd say that one day we'd be rich and our lives would be amazing. "Things are going to change!" one of us would say and we'd both giggle and hope it was true. Recently things had changed a bit, well we were changing. We'd all turned 13 and our bodies were changing, some quicker than others. Marlowe had shot up in height over the past year or two, me not so much. My dick had just started to grow, still only a couple of inches or so soft, although much bigger when hard. I had a few small blond hairs around it, and I'd discovered masturbation which I did a fair bit! Something had changed between me and Marlowe as well, there was something unsaid in air between us, I think we both felt it but didn't understand what it was. When he stayed over we'd get undressed either with our backs to each other or he'd change separately in the bathroom. At school in PE and swimming we'd get changed under towels. I admit I did start to fantasise about what he looked like naked. I'd seen him naked many times growing up as he had me but not really for a year, maybe 2, definitely not since we'd started puberty. He'd usually squeeze into bed with me when he stayed over and sometimes being so close to each other made me feel a bit uncomfortable, like I might lose control if I wasn't careful. One time when he stayed over I took the piss out of him for being fancied by Sarah, this girl at school who obviously had a massive crush on him. He looked at me and told me to "fuck off" and then smiled and said jokingly, "Anyway I only have eyes for you Sam". The next night I have to admit I did wank off thinking of what his naked body might look like, and wondering if he really did only have eyes for me. After I came on my hand I then felt guilty about it, like I'd abused our friendship or something. Anyway, there was something more important happening in my life than wanking and fantasising about my best friend's body. My Gran was suffering badly with Alzheimer's. She'd forget who she was, who I was, how to cook and clean. I ended up looking after myself and her, forging her signature on school paperwork, withdrawing cash from the account her small state pension went into and trying to feed us both on not very much. I might have only been 13 but I'd been looking after myself and her for so long that I was very independent. Marlowe was the same with his uncle at times.The community rallied round but everyone knew it couldn't last. One time I'd come home from school, she thought I was a burglar and screamed at me, hid in the bedroom and sobbed until I got Max's gran to come and talk to her. A few days after that I was playing football outside (breaking all the No Ball Games rules!) with Ben, Steve, Carl and Max. Carl had his hands down his pants most of the time and Max asked if he was "trying to find it?". Carl pulled his shorts and pants down to show the biggest dick I'd ever seen, but given the only one I'd really properly seen aside from the odd furtive glance at school was mine that was a low bar! It was thick, long and surrounded by loads and loads of hair. Carl smirked at Max, "Hey Max, it tastes even better than it looks, fancy a go?", Max told him to fuck off and he laughed and we played on. After we'd finished, I went to Ben and Steve's for dinner and Sally, their foster Mum said that apparently the council and school knew about my Gran and it wouldn't be long till I'd have to move on. She said she could try and get me fostered with her which I was grateful about but wasn't sure. Once she left the room Carl said he'd love me to come and live with them, he had a spare bed in his room and we could have lots of fun together. "I can teach you some very interesting things, can't I Ben and Steve?" he said smirking and winking at me as he said it. The way he said it made me uncomfortable and I could sense Ben and Steve felt the same. As I headed home I was more worried than ever that I'd be taken from my Gran and maybe my friends, the stress kept me awake late that night and I woke pretty exhausted.