Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2012 18:30:12 +0100 From: Paul Turnbull Subject: Three boys I knew Part 2 - Colin Three boys I knew part 2 -- Colin The submissions to Nifty I always find the most interesting are those that deal with early boyhood experiences. Recently, parts of two such submissions - 'The rec' and 'Dirty Tommy' - have struck an accord with me when I think of my own boyhood experiences. One never forgets them so, for me, now I am divorced, I want to go public and get them off my chest for once and all. I had sexual liaisons with only 3 boys --Robert, Colin and Keith - and these occurred between the age of 12 and 14. After that nothing. This is what happened with Colin - what happened with Keith will follow in the third instalment. By the way, if you feel any empathy for what I have written I'd love to hear from you about your (genuine) experiences at this age. I have already received 4 or 5 very kind and supportive messages from some of you, and the phrase you nearly all have used is 'this strikes a chord with me!' Just to clarify it, my email is paul.turnbull 13 without the space between turnbull and 13. Colin was 2 or 3 months younger than I and lived in an ordinary semi-detached house a few streets away. He too attended the Grammar School where his bearded father was the art master. Colin's family belonged to our Parish but never appeared at services, however my mother knew Colin's mother to speak to. We (my family) always felt they led a rather bohemian existence and gave little guidance to Colin as to what was right and what was wrong. Colin -- the archetypal 'Just William' - was mischievous and always scruffy. His school clothes were never quite together with his tie not correctly tied and his shoelaces undone, yet there was no denying he was a nice looking boy with his blue eyes and freckles. He wasn't known as 'Dirty Colin' as such but he was widely known as a dirty little boy. Why? Well not because his clothes looked a mess he was often muddy but because of a couple of 'dirty' habits of his. He would quite openly ask other boys if they would like him to stick his finger up their poo holes or, alternatively, if they would like to stick their fingers up his. Sometimes he would slip his right hand down the back of his briefs, insert a finger up his own poo hole and then brandish the finger inviting anyone present to 'lick it clean'. He thought this a huge joke -- perhaps he liked to shock - but needless to say the response from other boys varied from a reasonably polite 'get lost!' to a rather more explicit 'f*** off!' Now, no boy at school in his right senses would be seen hanging about with Colin to much in case he too was labelled 'dirty', yet after I started to have sex occasionally with Robert I began to think about Colin quite a lot. Robert and I never touched each other's bums, and it dawned on me that what Colin wanted to do was just as forbidden and sinful, or even more sinful, as what I was doing with Robert. I remember one Saturday morning out shopping with my mum we bumped into Colin and his mother. My mother chatted to Colin's mother for a bit and then said, "Mrs Adamson, your Colin is a VERY attractive boy -- you must be SO proud of him!" Colin gave my mum a smile to die for, and suddenly I saw him in a new light - beneath all the scruffiness he was actually a mega attractive if not beautiful boy. As we walked home I made my mind up to accept one of Colin's 'dirty' invitations, but how to do so out of earshot of other boys was quite another matter. At school I began to look out for Colin during break and lunch times and chat to him in as often as I could. It wasn't long before he realised he had a friend in me, and then one sunny Saturday afternoon in May he turned up with his bike, quite uninvited, at my house. I grabbed my bike and we headed off to some waste land only 5 minutes away We dismounted and dragged our bikes into some bushes where we found a clearing. There was absolutely nobody around and my heart began thumping -- how on earth was I going to ask him to do it with me? I suspect he knew what I wanted, but even so it was difficult to mention it. "You know that poo hole thing you sometimes talk about?" I gulped. "D'you want to do it?" he replied. I simply nodded and, shaking at the knees with excitement, I started to undress. Soon Colin was down to his socks and white briefs and I was not far behind him. He gave me one of his cheeky grins and I felt calmer - I just knew I would do whatever he asked me to. He turned me round and lowered my underpants just over my bum. He told me to bend over, put my hands on my bum and open the cheeks. Obviously my poo hole was now wide open for him to look at. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him moisten a finger, bring it up to my pink ring and then I felt him slip it inside me but just a little. Colin slowly pulled out his finger only to push it back up. Over and over again he did it to me until he stood up and said "Now you do it to me." It was the first time I had been penetrated, yet my thoughts were less about how his finger felt inside me but more about the thrill I felt of being almost naked with another very sinful boy. Now it was my turn, so I went behind him and slowly lowered his briefs. I was relieved to see that they were very clean! He bent over and opened his bum for me so...I licked a finger, offered it up to his hole (which was also very clean) and gently inserted it. So far as I can remember I loved the tight feeling of his pink ring round my finger. As he had done to me, I slipped it in and out slowly for a few minutes until he too stood up and faced me. We both had erections but at the time he didn't seem to want to do anything regarding cock to cock sex. He had something else in mind. He asked me to bend over again and he went behind me. The next thing I knew he was rubbing his naked bum all over mine. I thought the feeling was just so wonderful that I kept him doing it for as long as I dared stay away from home. So -- Robert had had his 13th birthday, I was only 2 months away from mine and Colin was 2 or 3 months younger. Robert was calling for me perhaps once a month but by the end of July it was all over between us. Colin was calling more frequently, but I was in a quandary over him. He was beginning to get into trouble at school as his behaviour was becoming more and more unacceptable. Also he had been caught trespassing with another boy - not me thankfully - and had had a warning from the Police. My mother told me not to be too friendly with him, and I have to say I was really scared that one day he might spill the beans about our sexual activities. However I just longed for the sex games we played together, and whenever he did turn up at my house I went with him most enthusiastically to our favourite hiding places to undress and enjoy his finger up inside me. After my 13th birthday and my first ejaculations I asked him to masturbate with me after one of our sex sessions, but he didn't seem interested. Instead he simply watched me as I did to him what Robert had done to me -- masturbated myself to a climax in front of him. I found all this very thrilling. To be the son of a Vicar I was supposed to have an exemplary character, yet here I was secretly enjoying sexual acts with another boy that my parents and most adults would have thought to be absolutely disgusting. There were two aspects to how I felt about it all but I find it hard to explain. Firstly the pleasurable feelings we got from stimulating the nerve ends around the private parts of each other's bodies, then secondly, and quite separately, the thrill of simply taking part in completely forbidden and sinful acts with another boy. I found Colin so attractive that I could not ever, had I wanted to, refuse him. Although everybody else thought him to be dirty and scruffy I was probably the only person who knew his white briefs and his pink ring were beautifully clean. Each time we went to a secret place to undress I loved the way -- just in his white briefs and socks -- he would give me an impish grin before we started our games. On one occasion in early August (while Robert was entertaining his cousin) I remember having enjoying an open air session with him and, being desperate to ejaculate, I went behind him and thrust my cock onto his pink ring. When he realised what I was doing he sprang away and said "Are you queer or what?" This took me quite by surprise, so we got dressed and went home in silence. I was now considerably worried. Would Colin spread word round that I was queer? I was glad our family holiday was about to start and I wouldn't be seeing him until the autumn term started in September. As it happened, Colin wasn't allowed back at the Grammar School because of his behaviour. He transferred to one of the Secondary Modern schools in the area and, although he only lived a few streets away from me, he never called again. Probably just as well because had he called again I doubt I could have resisted the temptation to go with him. Yes, I was relieved in one way as I had not been found out, but sorry in another -- I had now lost both of my sex friends. I was however to have sex with one other boy, Keith, before we moved to a new Parish the following August.