Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2003 08:34:23 +0000
From: Angela Mynah <angela_mynah@msn.com>
Subject: A Boys Tale, Johns Story.

A Boys Tale, Johns' Story.

Chapter 1.   In the beginning and towards the end

Dear reader this is a tale about a current love that dare not speak its
name, Boylove. It is a tale involving sexual encounters between various
people, both young and adult, male and female, and a certain young, willing
and happy boy. If that offends you then now would be a good time to leave.
For the sake of certain aspects of the law, all the names have been changed,
even those of people no longer in this world. Although this story is mainly
fictional, it is loosely based on a real life. My life. This is chapter 1.
I fully intend several more chapters to follow, and although the fictional
content will no doubt increase, it will never lose sight of some underlying
truths.

They say that as you get older whilst your short term memory deteriorates,
however you start to recall incidents in your life long past, with crystal
clear details. Well they are correct, and it seems to me that it would be
tragic if so many happy memories of my younger days went to the hereafter
with me, and it must be said that now, as I lie here an old man, dictating
this journal, the hereafter is all I have before me.

The saga starts many years ago on a Sunday and the day of my tenth birthday.
  I had had a wonderful birthday with a special friend of mine having given
me a recorder, I was interested in music all those years ago.  It was such a
thoughtful present (albeit no doubt chosen by his mother, Mrs Richards )
that I couldn't wait to see him the following day at school. We both went to
the same school and although he was nearly a year older than I, we were in
the same class.  When in school on Monday I found he was not there I was
most disappointed and so decided that after school I would go and see him,
it was, after all, only a bus ride away.

The door to his house was opened by his mother, a very good looking woman
who had a smile that melted the hearts of all those who knew her. She seemed
just a little surprised to see me, explaining that Alan had a cold and that
it may be best if I did not go to him, else I too would catch the illness.
When necessary I too can produce a smile that melts hearts, and I did so
there and then.

"Oh well. What's a cold anyway" she said adding "It will be all round the
school by now I'm sure. You may as well go and see him, he's in his room."

Not waiting for her to change her mind I was thanking her as I ran up the
stairs. As I sat by his bed we chatted like two old women about this and
that and although it seemed like only seconds had passed, in walked Alan's
mother suggesting that if I telephoned my mother I could stay for tea. As I
was replying, I sneezed, then again and after that a third time.  She looked
at me.

"You can't have caught it from Alan already, that's far too soon"

But caught it I had, almost certainly from the same boy that Alan had caught
it from, as we used to play together.  Mrs Richards felt my forehead and
stated that there was no doubt about it, I was running a small fever. It was
then that Alan made the suggestion that was to influence the rest of my
life.

"Why can't John stay here and you can make us both better mum?"

I remember his mum saying that it was not such a good idea but then stopping
and thinking about it. She looked at me and said

"I will phone your mother for you and tell her you are staying here for your
tea, We will have to see about anything else".

It seemed very exciting to me, I had only stayed away from home once or
twice before, and that was only ever with an aunt. This was going to be much
more fun, I was going to be with me special friend. I hoped so hard that my
mother would agree to the idea.

It was the fact that my father was a doctor that clinched it. He had no wish
to catch this "confounded cold" and he strongly encourage any arrangement
whereby he would be separated from me, an arrangement he normally seemed to
prefer. Its not that my father did not care for me, He was just not built to
be affectionate. My mother was delighted with the offer and accepted it
readily. She arranged to deliver some pyjamas and clothes for me and all was
settled, I would be there for the rest of the week.

I was really excited by now as I helped bring a second, much smaller bed in
the room. We made the bed and it was ready for me to get into so I sat on
the side of it awaiting the arrival of my night clothes. It was then that
something quite unexpected happened. Alan was sitting up in his bed when Mrs
Richards bent down and undid my shoes saying

"Come on now, Lets get you into bed"

"What about my jimjams?" I asked.

As she removed my shoes and socks she said that I would put them on when
they arrived.

"Come on now John, Stand up, I shouldn't have to bend down all that way".

I did as I was told and stood up. Quickly she undid my trousers and pulled
them to the floor, I stepped out of them. My underpants were just as quickly
removed, and as she pulled my pullover over my head I realised that Alan was
watching me being stripped and it was that which sent me erect and yet I
could not object to what was being done to me, I was too shocked, this had
taken me completely by surprise.  Seeing my little boyhood standing up so
hard, Mrs Richards smiled and said

"That just means you are happy"

She undid my shirt and took it off, then last my vest. She stood back to
admire her handy work and so there I stood, in front of Mrs Richards and
Alan totally naked, and my full three inches complete with its foreskin, as
erect as it had ever been. It was obvious to me that both of them were
looking at me but still I could not move.

"That's enough of your showing off now, get into that bed."

I obeyed and as she tucked me in, Mrs Richards hand reached my tiny erection
and as it did, she stroked it just momentarily.    That was the first time I
had been touched in that manner, and the sensations flying through my body
were electric, I didn't understand a single one of them. What I did
understand was that I had enjoyed the experience. Being undressed in front
of somebody was an amazing feeling and already I was wondering if it would
ever happen again.  As I sat in bed I looked across at Alan.

"Your mum just undressed me" I said, still feeling total disbelief.

"Yeah I saw" he replied.

"She made me go all stiff"  I added.

"Yeah I saw" he said.

"She took everything off me, and in front of you"  I uttered.

"Yeah I saw" we both said together.

"Does she undress you when you go to bed?"  I asked.

It was a question I had to ask, I wanted to find out if it was going to
happen again. Alan fell very quiet and fumbled with the bed linen. After a
few moments he asked in a soft voice

"Did she touch your willy?"

"Only a little bit, why? Does she touch yours?"

Again Alan fell silent, there seemed to be an age long pause before he
looked at me.

"Please don't tell anyone she did that, She says that she will be in a lot
of trouble, if anyone knows she does that"

I sat and thought about this. Why would anybody be in trouble for that? It
was nice! I wanted her to do it again. All these things I thought but what I
said was

"I promise I won't tell anybody, not ever ever ever"

Our supper was duly delivered and consumed with almost complete silence, and
in the fullness of time Mrs Richards returned and took away the plates. Mr
Richards then came into the room , He had not long come home from his work
in London, 40 miles away, his clothes still smelling of the steam locomotive
that transported him too and fro. He smiled seeing two boys lying in bed
reading.

"Ahh so this is the hospital ward is it? Good. I am glad to see you both
reading, that's never time wasted. What book is that John?"

I showed him my book, Tom Sawyer, and he nodded with approval. Mrs Richards
put her head round the door

"Lights out in ten minutes" she said and they both left.

Sure enough, ten minutes later she came back in the room and kissed Alan on
both eyes and wished him good night, then she came over to me and did the
same.  As she stood up she looked at the bed. There was no mistaking the
small mound in the bed just below my waist. She smiled, kissed her finger
and placed in on my nose. Turning she said good night one last time and
turned the light out.

The house was next to a main road, and there was a street lamp just outside
the window. Turning the light out had seemed to be a fairly pointless
exercise, as the room was, to my mind, still virtually floodlight, never the
less I closed my eyes and went into a rather shallow sleep. There was too
much on my mind to let me sink into a deep slumber.

How long I had been asleep I do not know but I awoke suddenly and froze.
There was somebody in the room with us. I didn't move. It had taken only
half a moment for me to remember where I was, but I stayed stock still. I
opened one eye very slowly. I could see the shadowy figure just sitting
itself on Alan's bed. Alan stirred a little. I heard a very soft voice, it
was Alan's dad.

"Softly now Alan, we don't want to wake John".

I thought it best to pretend that I was still asleep, even though I was now
wide awake. I heard Alan move a bit as he awoke, and whisper to his father.

"Mum undressed John this afternoon, and she touched his willy. He has
promised that he will never say anything though. Is that going to be
alright"

Alan's father, stroked Alan's fringed blonde hair.

"Yes I know, She told me she had done that, I'm very glad to hear that John
has said he will keep it a secret, Your mum was very silly to do that. Do
you think John enjoyed it?"

Alan whispered again to his father saying that he didn't know whether  I had
enjoyed it or not. As he did so I saw his father quietly pull the bedclothes
down and Alan's nightshirt up. My bed was very slightly higher than Alan's
and I was given a first class view as his father, first stroked and then put
his mouth onto Alan's erected penis and started to suck. Even then I still
managed to pretend to be asleep, wondering what was going to happen.

When Alan climaxed from his fathers attentions, it was one of the most
violent I would ever see. Although still too young to produce the succulent
juice his father craved, his body writhed in ecstasy, his legs went tight
together then opening wide totally out of control, and then came the
involuntary spasms as his whole being went as stiff as a bronze statue then
limp as a rag only to stiffen up even harder than before. Finally he
collapsed exhausted lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. His father
picked up a shirt from the back of the chair and mopped the perspiration
from Alan's spent body and the saliva from his flaccid boyhood. Undoing his
trousers he went on to clean the considerable amount of precum he had
generated which was showing as a damp patch on the pale trousers he was
wearing. This procedure was watched by his breathless son. Mr Richards
looked puzzled at the shirt,  then he looked at Alan, then they both looked
at me.

I had become as engrossed watching this performance, as they had become
enacting it, the result was that when they both looked at me they found me
sitting up in bed looking wide eyed at them. The ensuing silence was
deafening. Mr Richards broke it.

"I understand that earlier today you were undressed by Alan's mummy and that
she touched your private parts, Alan has told me that you intend to keep
that as a very special secret matter and have promised not to tell anyone
ever."

I nodded. "Yes sir I have."

He smiled at me and came to sit on the edge of my bed.

"I would like it very much indeed if you would do the same about what you
just saw, and keep that as a very special secret matter as well, and to tell
no one about it, ever."

I understood what he had said but still had no idea why it had to be kept so
secret. Never the less, I agreed to his request and very solemnly crossed my
heart, promising that the secret was safe with me. He shook my by the hand,
making me feel very grown up about the whole thing, and then he left the
room with his sexual requirements having been met, his son, so fatigued that
he was already going to sleep and me, wide awake and with a boner for which
there was nothing I could do.

The following morning Alan's cold was showing an improvement, mine was not.
His mother came into the room with our breakfast and felt both our
foreheads, mine was now a little hotter than Alan's. She told us that we had
both better stay in bed that day. She then told Alan that he was to have a
bath and she went downstairs. Dutifully he got out of bed and went to the
bathroom, closed the door and started running the water. This effectively
tied up the upstairs toilet. The only remaining one was downstairs and I
needed to visit it. Further, my mother had been unable to bring my clothes
to me the previous night, and lastly, as my other clothes had been used as
makeshift clean up towels last evening, I found myself naked and nothing I
could do about it, Alan had taken his dressing gown with him. First of all I
felt very shy and tried to put off going to the loo. This was not to work
out, I had to go.  The predicament was of course somewhat erotic and it
resulted in my having another erection.

Using all the stealth I could muster, I opened the door. All was clear so I
crept to the top of the stairs and peered down trying to work out where in
the house Mrs Richards was. It was very peaceful so as quietly as I could, I
stepped down the stairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I could see
across the hallway to the door of the downstairs cloakroom. Inch by inch I
worked my way towards that door. I heard a voice from the living room and
froze thinking she must have company in. I thought rapidly, then it occurred
to me that I could only hear her voice and no one else's.  I went to the
living room door and listened. Not only did that tell me that she was on the
telephone, but also I realised by the conversation, that she was talking to
my mother. Such phrases as "goodness me no, He is no trouble at all" and
"well he is very good company for Alan" confirmed my suspicions,  I smiled
to myself, this was going to be easy after all. So quite nonchalantly I
walked to the toilet.

I was perhaps just a little longer in there than I would have wanted to be
but, a boys gotta do what a boys gotta do, and I needed to do it. Even I
noticed that being naked made me pay rather more attention to the wiping of
my bottom than perhaps I would normally have done, and sure enough, a
thorough job was made of the task. I was just about to flush the toilet when
from outside, someone tried the handle.

"I'm in here"

I had said it before thinking, it was instinct, its what I always said at
home if the handle was tried.

"Oh, alright poppet."

Of course, it was Mrs Richards. I waited a moment  for her to go and
carefully I withdrew the key from the lock and looked through the keyhole.
Contrary to any rumours spread by butlers, there is very little to be seen
through a keyhole, but I reckoned that she had probably gone into the
kitchen. I flushed the toilet, unlocked the door and walked out, straight
into Mrs Richards.

As I said at the beginning of these memoirs, she was a good looking woman
who had a smile that men would die for. Looking back on it, I am equally
sure that there would have been millions of men who would willingly have
traded places with me at that point, however at the time all I could do was
to stand there and blush, staring at the floor in my nakedness. Her voice
was soft and gentle.

"Don't be shy, you have a wonderful body, be proud of it."

She led me by the hand into the living room, sat on the couch and stood me,
in front, facing her. My erection was  inevitable. She looked into my eyes,
smiled and took hold of that which was the cause of my embarrassment.
Pulling me closer to her, she slid back the foreskin revealing the highly
tender purple head. She leant forwards and put it in her mouth. As I felt
her tongue caressing and titillating my member, my knees collapsed and I
would have fallen to the floor had she not caught me. She chuckled at me
saying that I was not quite ready for that game yet. She eased me onto her
lap and started to fondle my excited little dick, her touch was soft and my
legs parted. As she caressed me she was asking about what I had witnessed
the previous evening and once again I found myself promising that I would
for ever hold it a complete secret. Yet still I had no concept as to the
consequences should I fail to do so. Taking my hand she led me back upstairs
and into the bedroom. I was still naked and erect as she led me passed Alan
and sat me onto the bed where she once again took my little member in hand
and now started to masturbate me in front of her son .I just lay back and
let her do so.

"Maybe we will play again another day" she said, leaving me lying there as
she went out, closing the door behind her.

Alan didn't seem in the least surprised at what he had seen. I sat on the
bed and looked at him.

"Your mum, does she do that to you?"

He nodded and started to tell me all about this special love that his mum
and dad had for him. I was amazed, I desperately wanted to be part of this
love, I listened to his story intently, absorbing every detail, trying to
work out how I could join in. Eventually I plucked up my courage and asked
him.

"Do you think your mum and dad would love me in that special way?"

Alan looked very reflective.

"I could ask them"  he said, "and they might say yes but I'd better ask them
when you're not there."  We agreed that he would ask them that evening.

Never has a day dragged so slowly, worse still, in the evening, Alan never
had the opportunity of speaking to his mother.  I figured that he may say
something to his father that night if he came in to "play". Well if that did
happen I slept soundly through it.  The following morning Mrs Richards came
to our room with breakfast and said that I should have a bath. I did,
expecting all the time for her to walk into the bathroom. She did not, when
I returned to the bedroom, my school uniform was laid out on the bed,
freshly laundered. I thought this a bad sign as I had by now become
acclimatised to being naked, and putting anything on was, in my opinion, a
step in the wrong direction.

I went down stairs where I found Alan in the living room reading.

"Come along now John, you had better read as well, just for the rest of the
morning" Mrs Richards was having no malingerers in her house. We may not
have been at school but that didn't mean we were not to be learning. She was
rather more relaxed about what we were doing in the afternoon and for a
while we listened to the radio, something of a treat in those days.  I
started to learn my recorder and Alan accompanied me on the piano. All day I
felt a little over dressed in my uniform, Alan was wearing shorts and an
open neck skirt, I even had my tie on, but that was what had been put out
for me to wear, so wear it I did.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, Mr Richards returned home. He went upstairs and
changed out of his city clothes and at 6:30, we ate our evening meal. Supper
finished, we all sat down and listened to the news on the radio, after which
there was a short discussion on the main points. Mr Richards was seated in
his chair, Mrs Richards in hers, and we two boys were on the couch. Mrs
Richards beckoned me to go to her. Standing me up in front of her she looked
me up and down, and straightened my tie, then she turned me round to face
her Husband.

"George, don't you think John looks smart in his uniform"

Mr Richards put down the book he had just started to read and looked at me.
"Yes Sally, indeed he does, though he does look a little uncomfortable."

Mrs Richards Agreed with her husband and added that there was no need for me
to be wearing my shoes indoors. Asking me to put my feet one at a time on
her lap, she removed my shoes and socks. Again she turned me to her husband

"Better?" she asked.

As her husband was looking at me he smiled and pointed to my trousers. Mrs
Richards pulled me back to her and, while I was still facing her husband,
she undid my belt. I looked down at her graceful hands as she undid my
trouser fly buttons one at a time and eased my trousers down a little at a
time, finally letting them fall to the floor. My fresh white underpants
gleamed and did little to hide the stiffness that had immediately grown
within then. Mr Richards rubbed his hands approvingly

"Very sweet that is,,,,, very sweet indeed, now lets see those wonderful
little underpants come off next"

He was literally drooling as his wife slowly pulled my underpants down,
allowing my hard little penis to spring free, a sight made even more erotic
to the audience by it being partially hidden by my shirt tails. As she
lifted my pullover up and over my head, my shirt raised giving Mr Richards
his first real view of my little pink erection. His approval was obvious by
the massive bulge in his trousers, Mrs Richards, now standing behind me.
took off my tie and, almost teasingly, undid my shirt. She was delighted to
find that I was not wearing a vest and so let me stand there for a few
moments as she came round the front to admire me wearing nothing but my
loose hanging shirt. As she repositioned herself behind me I felt her undo
the cuff buttons then holding the shirt by its collar slipping it off my
shoulders  so that too fell soundlessly to the floor. Casually she passed it
to Alan, who I had observed had been rubbing himself franticly throughout
the performance. He took it enthusiastically and pushed it inside his own
shorts and pants, so it was against his dick, he then resumed his rubbing
only with greater vigour.

Once again I was naked, once again Mrs Richards had undressed me in front of
her son, though this time it was her husband who was the main appreciative
audience, and this time I enjoyed the experience immensely. As I stood there
nude, erect and happy, Mr Richards said to his wife.

"Nobody can undress a boy like you can Sally. Nobody at all."

He beckoned me to him and I sat on his lap. Within seconds of his getting me
comfortable he was working on my erection. His fingers stroking, rubbing and
caressing. Then, pulling my foreskin back, he started moving his thumb over
the sensitive organ he had revealed. It was a marvellous sensation and I
threw my head back into his chest never wanting him to  stop.

His wife called Alan over and as wrapped up as I was in my own enjoyment I
watched  as she started to undo his trousers, and pull them along with his
underpants down. Alan was now only wearing his undone shirt as Mrs Richards
started to work on his erect muscle. Mr Richards started to use his own
precum to lubricate me and although I was vaguely aware that Mrs Richards
was attending to Alan's desires now, my main attention was focused on the
delights I was being treated to.

Alan's father had stood me on his lap and leant me against his chest, my
penis, now at face level disappeared into his mouth. I felt his tongue
flashing round me, the sensation heightened by the way he had left my
foreskin drawn back. Suddenly, I felt I had to pee. I knew I must not but
the necessity became stronger and stronger. I tried to hold back and fight
it, but this man's tongue was still working on my little piss slit and his
hands holding my buttocks stopped any retreat, I could feel my erection
swelling . My knees buckled, my back arched and I went into spasm.
Whimpering, I shook uncontrollably. I felt so hot. My arms collapsed as my
legs had done and I went totally limp, falling into Mr Richards lap, a spent
force.

As he carried me, an exhausted limp excuse for a boy, upstairs to his
bedroom, he kissed me on the top of my head. He lay me on the bed and kissed
my now tiny flaccid dick then, rolling me over on to my tummy, he picked up
a jar and started to work Vaseline into my little boy pussy. He undressed
and for the first time I was given a clear view of his six inches. Again he
started working the lubricant into my small hole, widening it with his
fingers.  Alan and his mother came into the room, Alan now naked and being
stroked sat on his mothers lap on the bedside chair.

"Is he ready yet?" asked Mrs Richards. Her husbands smile was answer enough.

Rolling me onto my back, he grabbed both my ankles and pulled me like a rag
doll towards him. He placed my feet on his broad shoulders, and once again
started to work his Vaselined fingers into my butt hole, first one, then
two. I thought he was trying for three when I realised I could see both his
hands, one on each knee. As his helmet tried to enter my hole, I let out a
slight yell of pain. He pushed in a little harder and I felt the first
moment of penetration. I yelped again. The more I yelped the further he
pushed until he had worked his shaft completely in. The full six inches of
Alan's father's love was inside my tummy and I felt overjoyed. The pain had
been a temporary drawback and I was so happy that my yelps had been ignored.

I heard Alan's voice encouraging his father to `pump' me and heard myself
say

"Oh yes please, give me special love."

I could feel this massive piece inside me being slowly pulled back, then
pressed home again and again and again. The motion became a smooth rhythm,
in out, in out. My eyes closed in delight, it was the most magnificent
sensation I had ever enjoyed. I wanted it to last and last. Then as the
movements became harder and faster I opened my eyes and met Mr Richards
looking into mine. The action had become much more forceful now and hurt a
little, just enough to make me whimper in time with his thrusting.


As the pounding reached full power, my eyes and mouth opened. I lost the
ability to focus and small gasps were coming from my mouth. I could feel his
balls slamming into me with every stroke and his eyes seemed to glaze over.
Faster and faster, harder and harder. I was becoming very sore and tears
fell freely from my eyes, I was almost squealing, experiencing a pain that I
wanted never to stop. My small hands clenching the bed clothes as I felt the
hardest and most forceful thrust, positively rammed into me, pushed as far
in is it could possibly go and held there. Suddenly there was a groan from
my lover and I felt a really hot sensation spreading within me. The muscle
rammed once more to its hilt and even more love flowed from it. He was
pulling my body on to his with all his might and with a third and final
almighty thrust, the last of his nectar ran in to fill my soul.

He stayed in that position for quite some time and I could feel his member
slowly losing its size and becoming flaccid inside me. He was breathing very
deeply when Alan got onto the bed from his mothers lap, and clambering over
me lengthways started to lick my dick. His was still erect from his mothers
attentions and as he licked mine, his little stiffy was a fraction of an
inch from my mouth, instinctively, I opened my mouth and started to suck as
if he were breast feeding me. His father started to withdraw and Alan
immediately proceeded to lick his fathers emerging love muscle clean. After
a final cleaning suck on his fathers now much smaller piece, he resumed
licking mine and working his way to my much enlarged glory hole, he started
licking, sucking and drinking every last drop of his fathers' juice, he
could reach. When Mr Richards picked me up still as limp as that rag doll,
Alan made a slight moaning noise and put his thumb in his mouth. His mother
took him by his other hand and led him into his bedroom. Mr Richards had
already placed me on Alan's bed, and Alan clambered up next to me.  Finally
we manoeuvred into a sixty nine position, and quietly we suckled each other
to sleep

I had been about midnight when my introduction to boylove had finished and
we were left to go to sleep. The session had lasted nearly 4 hours and
although I had only climaxed once, it had left me extremely tired, so I
didn't wake till about 9 am. I was still lying naked on Alan's bed with my
feet on his pillow when I did wake, and turning over I saw that Alan must
have already got dressed and gone downstairs. I stood up and immediately
collapsed to the floor. My head was spinning and my eyes were having
difficulty focusing. It took all my effort to stagger to the toilet, and
having done so, I found that I was so sore that it was a Herculean struggle
to have a shit. It was the first time that day I whimpered. It was however
not to be the last.  After a while I had managed to clean myself up and my
head seemed to have sorted itself out.  I was of course naked still, as the
few clothes I had with me were down stairs, in the living room where Mrs
Richards had left them. I was now feeling quite happy about my nakedness and
walked downstairs and into the living room. Mrs Richards was on the phone to
my mother again, and Alan was at a table with an exercise book, doing some
Arithmetic.

"I think you had better put some clothes on John. Your mother is on her way
round with some more clothes"

I did as instructed and for yet another day I found myself in school
uniform. This time however I wore no tie and my shirt was open necked. I had
to wear my pullover as my shirt was still rather creased from Alan's using
it as an aid to his masturbating. Also it has to be admitted at this point
that both our colds had gone, and we may have been expected to go back to
school but Mrs Richards had said that as long as we did some work at home,
we may as well stay off for the rest of the week. This pleased us both
greatly.

My mother arrived with a basket with some clothes in. I resisted the
temptation to see what she had brought round, but was desperately hoping
they would be nice ones and things that Mrs Richards would like undressing
me from. She had already told my mother that I had been wearing some of
Alan's things where necessary, and that there was no real urgency for
anything. As my mother left telling me to be a good boy and not to get in
the way, it was obvious to all, myself included, that there was only the
barest minimum of affection for me and that all in all, I was more of a
hindrance to her enjoyment, rather than a member of the family and her son
at that. She hadn't even kissed me when she left even though I put myself in
a position where she could do so easily. This had hurt me quite deeply,
leaving me confused and downhearted. I couldn't understand why there was so
much love in this house, and so little in mine. The fact that after my
mother had gone, I went into a corner and started to read, was not missed by
Mrs Richards, and she went about her housework wondering how best to cheer
me up.

Alan came over to me and sat down.

"What clothes has your mum brought?"

He was genuinely interested, which surprised me a bit. When I asked him why
he was interested he told me that he often wanked using his clothes while
pretending they were somebody else's.

"Usually I pretend they're yours" he confided. "I've been doing that for as
long as I have known you. It was really great to get your shirt last night,
I've wanted that for ages. Can I have it again tonight?"

Although it seemed a slightly strange request to me, I agreed readily,
hoping to watch what use he would  put it to.    We walked into the kitchen
and over to the small pile of my clothes there.  My mother had emptied the
basket as she would need it for shopping.  Mrs Richards looked over.

"I wondered how long it would be before you two came in to see what was
there, I tell you John, young Alan here has quite a thing about other boys
clothes."

We examined the pile, one pullover, grey v-neck.  Two white cotton shirts,
freshly ironed and neatly folded. One pair of trousers,  3 pairs of socks
and two pairs of white underpants. Alan held out one of the pairs of
underpants, the trousers, a white shirt, and the pullover.

"Would you do me a favour and put these on please?"

I took them from him, mentally agreeing with his choice and went upstairs
and changed into them. When I came back down he looked at me, smiled and
rushed upstairs.  Mrs Richards also liked the choice, but advised that maybe
I would look better for her husband, if I wore a tie when he came home. I
liked that idea. I wanted to wear lots of things so that the process of
undressing me would last as long as possible.

Alan came in the room and I realised at once why he had dashed upstairs so
fast, He wanted to change into my clothes before they got cold.

"Are you wearing my underpants as well?" I asked.

He said he was, and asked me if he could wear my socks as well. I took them
off and handed them to him, he handed me his so we swapped. I was much
happier dressed as I was now, I much preferred my white shirts to my grey
ones, even though, I had to admit that the grey did seem to suit Alan well.
My pale blue pullover also looked good on him and I wondered just how long
we would be wearing these things. We stood before his mother, grinning up at
her. She bent towards us and gave us each a big kiss. It was something I had
desperately needed

The phone rang. Alan was in the toilet and Mrs Richards was just putting our
supper in the oven. At her request I answered it, putting on my very best
voice.

"Richmond 473824, how may I help you?"

The voice at the other end of the line was one I recognised at once, it was
my mother.

"Oh hello Alan, you are such a nice polite boy. I wish John was more like
you.  Please is your mother there sweetheart?"

Keeping my voice as before, I asked her to excuse me one moment whilst I
fetched her. It was however not necessary for me to fetch her, she walked in
at that very moment. I handed her the phone.   As Mrs Richards listened she
was looking most puzzled then after a moment said.

"But no Mrs Matthews, that was John speaking."

I didn't hear any more of the conversation after that, I left the room.  My
mother had never called me sweetheart or used any other term of endearment
in my life, and she didn't even know my voice. I sat on the bottom stair not
knowing what to do or how to feel, in one short day my mother had totally
destroyed me. Having never really known love, I had never missed it, but
now, well now I had experienced real love not just the sex but real
affection, real caring, Real love.

As with all children, emotions be they anger sorrow joy or laughter are like
fireworks. Its up with the rocket and down with the stick, and I was no
different. I had been sitting in deepest despair for nearly ten seconds when
Alan came out of the toilet with his willy hanging out of my trousers and
the pockets pulled inside out.

"Look John, an elephant."

We giggled and I grabbed its `trunk'.  Alan stood still while I made the
trunk grow a little larger and sure enough it went quite stiff. I had just
put it in my mouth when out of the living room came Alan's mother.

"Oh not now John, not now, you are going to have plenty of time for that
later. Your parents are going to Brighton tomorrow to see your aunt and
wondered if you could stay here for a few more days. She will drop some more
clothes round either this evening or before they go tomorrow. I have said
yes and I think they will collect you from here Wednesday or Thursday. Hmmm
that's a week today."

I was naturally over the moon at such news, which made me forget completely
how upset I had been just those few minutes ago.

The long case clock in the hall had not yet finished striking six when the
front door opened and Mr Richards stepped in, home from work. His wife
kissed him and asked him to go in the living room before going up to change
as she wanted to have a word with him and hear his opinion. Alan and I were
sitting in the back room playing Chess. Chess is a quiet game and both Alan
and I were trying to listen to the room next door. We felt sure that Alan's
mother was getting `retrospective approval' for my extended stay.  We did
hear him say.

"Of course he can, The lad can stay as long as he likes. He's a wonderful
child."

After that the voices lowered again to below a level where we could make
anything out. That didn't matter, we had both heard the part we were
interested in, and we smiled broadly at each other. We were still playing
the same game when Alan's father went to go and get changed. He had not
reached the bottom stair when the door knocker rattled.

As he opened the door I heard my mothers voice. She handed him a case of
clothes for me, and I heard my father saying what a "Good Sport" he was for
looking after "the boy" I went to go and see my parents when I heard Mr
Richards say.

"But don't you want to go and see John say goodbye to him or something?"

The reply stopped me dead in my tracks.

"No I don't think so, not really" dad said.

"But thank you anyway" mum added.

With that they walked down the front path, got into the car and drove off.
Mr Richards was dumbfounded, so was his wife, She had heard the response as
well. Even Alan was left open mouthed with surprise.  They opened the door
to the room we were in and it was instantly obvious that we had all heard
the conversation. I walked back to the chess board and without saying a word
conceded the game, the way I had been shown, by gently knocking my king
over. I turned and walked passed Alan's parents. There was no way I was
going to cry in front of them. I walked up the stairs and into our bedroom,
quietly closing the door behind me and, for the second time that day, I
started to whimper.

In every life a little sun must shine and a little rain must fall. For me I
was having rather a lot of trouble finding the sunshine. I awoke early
Friday morning having cried myself out. Several times the previous evening,
Mr and Mrs Richards had put their heads round the door to make sure I was
alright. Mrs Richards had tried to cuddle me and to consol me but nothing
was going to lift my spirits. Eventually they felt that time was the only
thing to soften the hurt I had received, and apart from checking on me from
time to time, I was left for the melancholy to run its course.  Now in the
light of day, I was ready if not to face the world, at least the Richards
family.

As I dressed I wondered where Alan had slept that night, I knew there were
two spare rooms but I had only seen the one we had obtained the bed from.
Logic kicked in and all for myself I worked out where Alan was. It was just
gone 7 o'clock and I heard Alan's father leave for work. I was still dressed
from the day before as I quietly opened the second spare bedroom door.

Indeed Alan was in there, it was a large room with an enormous double bed in
it. Alan woke at the sound of the door and sat up.

"Are you alright John? I heard you crying last night. What are you going to
do? Your mum and dad are horrid."

I sat on the side of the bed. And heard myself telling Alan all about the
phone call where mum called him `Sweetheart' and didn't even know her own
sons voice. I told him of other incidents, all spelling out the same old
message from my parents to me, and the more I told, the more I started to
comprehend my own situation, yet the crying didn't start. I was done with
crying. It was then that I witnessed (though only realising and
understanding it many years later) that not only was Alan deeply and
inextricably in love with me, but also that, unusually for one so young, He
actually cared as much for my feelings, as he did for his own. The
whimpering I could hear now was coming from Alan, I was the one hurting but
as I was cried out, Alan had taken on that onerous task, as indeed I think
he had done when hearing me cry the previous night. I held his hand, unsure
what to do or say.   Alan recovered and composed himself. He lifted the bed
clothes.

"Do you want to get into bed here, or shall we go in to mum."

I decided to do what I had seen his father do to him. I gently pulled down
the bed clothes and looked at him lying there in a long nightshirt. I pulled
it up revealing his cute little tool that was fast becoming erect. I put my
mouth to it and started to work it with my tongue. Remembering what Alan's
father had done to me, I pulled back his foreskin and started flashing my
tongue round and round this the most sensitive part of his body, sometimes
twiddling my tongue into his little piss hole. His three inches felt great
in my mouth and sucking it hard like I was milking it was easy, Alan was
gasping, his arms thrashing about, his legs so wide open I couldn't resist
putting my hand to his but hole and sticking a finger in. The effect was
electric, his back arched and he threw his pelvis forwards. I was still
slurping away now having not only his dick but his balls as well in my
mouth. I gave my finger, still up his arse, a small twitch, Alan went
straight into spasm, shaking violently throwing his head back and going
rigid. He collapsed in a satisfied heap on the bed. I sat him up and pulled
off his night shirt.  Swinging his legs round, I put him in the same
position I had been in, with his feet on my shoulders. I did as his father
had done to me, I used my fingers to relax and enlarge his ring. I did go to
three fingers, and amazingly, having done that, I was able to enter his
body.   Only boasting three inches myself meant that this would likely be a
quick affair, also I found that as my helmet still had the tenderness of
boyhood, the pain soon killed my erection and I inevitably fell out of his
boy pussy. I pulled up my underpants and did up my trousers.

The applause from behind me made me jump out of my skin. I had not heard
Alan's mother walk in. I spun round in shock.

"Well done John, nice try. I do think however that you will have to wait for
a few years before you can do all the things you want"

She was grinning from ear to ear and trying not to laugh at the performance
she had just witnessed. The only thing I could do was to grin along with
her.

Alan it seemed had been aware of his mothers presence pretty much from the
time she had come into the room. Yet again I found the burning desire to
have some small piece of this lifestyle. To grasp the openness found within
their co-existence of mother, father and son. Of course I was in my tender
years then and the way these desires actually manifested themselves to me as
a youngster was the thought...

"Wow, I wish I was like that".

The Attitude of my parents had rather overshadowed the glaringly obvious
fact that my stay here had been extended,  I had forgotten that I was in for
a marvellous week end with all sorts to look forwards to. I had no idea what
fun and games awaited me but I became more and more certain that it would be
a weekend to be remembered as the day wore on.

I was getting used to the routine now and as usual, the clock was still
chiming the hour of six when Mr Richards walked in. He went straight up
stairs to get changed into some more comfortable clothes, and came back down
looking a relaxed and happy man. All the normal pleasantries were exchanged
with Alan and me telling him what we had done with the day. Supper was Fish
and Chips, a meal that was a regular Friday event in that household. We
helped with the clearing up after the meal and then all went into the living
room taking our standard positions, Mr Richards on his chair, his wife on
hers and we, the two boys, on the couch.                  Mr Richards looked
at me.

"Well young soldier, you seem rather happier this evening, come and sit on
my lap. I need a boy-cuddle."

I didn't need asking twice, I was on his lap in no time and after a little
wriggle, became comfortable. My head was resting on his right shoulder and
his right hand was gently stroking my right nipple through my shirt and
pullover. His left hand was playing around my chin as he started to kiss the
top of my head. I loved it. He nodded to Alan and pointed to my shoes. Alan
understood immediately and came over. He undid my shoes and put them by the
side of the chair. Mr Richards smiled.

"I think we will let Alan undress you while you lie on my lap. What do you
think eh?"

Dutifully, Alan removed my socks and put them in my shoes. As he undid my
belt and trousers, I felt the stiffness go to my little boy muscle and sure
enough, as Alan pulled off my trousers, my briefs did nothing to hide my
pleasure, Mr Richards hand slid straight inside my underpants and by the
time Alan pulled them down, Mr Richards was working me to a rock hard state.

I sat up for a moment and let Alan take my pullover off. He undid my shirt
and that too was removed leaving me naked once more, in front of the family.
Alan went to his mother who proceeded to undress him. This time she
undressed him in the same manner she had used on me only this time it was
done for my benefit. It was yet another erotic experience that I had
encountered. Watching a boys' mother strip him whilst his father masturbated
me turned me on like crazy and in a flash I was in the position with my
penis straight in front of Mr Richards mouth, and again, the foreskin was
eased back and the oral sex started.

I had not realised yet that the desire to pee was the onset of a
prepubescent climax, so when that feeling came to me on this occasion, I was
still fighting it as hard as I could. This made me wriggle and writhe like a
demonic eel the more I resisted the more I twisted and turn and the firmer
the grip Alan's father kept on to me and with my balls and dick in his
mouth, his tongue flashing over the sensitive tip. Something had to go. This
time I let out quite a yelp as again my knees buckled and my legs collapsed.
I was of course caught expertly but on this occasion I was lowered onto the
living room table. Alan's mother had put cushions on it knowing what was in
store. I was to become a suckling pig spit roast.

As Mr Richards worked Vaseline into my now relaxed butt hole, Alan took
position by my head. Seizing the opportunity, I stretched out, put my head
back and took his boyhood into my mouth. My legs were again placed so that
my feet rested on his fathers shoulders. Once more I felt Vaseline covered
fingers widening my glory hole, then that wonderful moment of anal
penetration with Mr Richards dick. The harder he pummelled my little bottom,
the harder I sucked his son. Mrs Richards, unable to be a passive audience
any longer had taken my little limp tool and was desperately trying to suck
some life into it. I was being torn apart by the three of them and I loved
every second of it.  Alan was the first to climax, as he started to shake
his mother left me and went to her sons' assistance, catching him as his
legs caved in. Resting him on the floor, she came back to me and started to
kiss and stroke my head. As she was kissing and licking my face, her husband
started to go into the longer harder pumping motions. That strange pain had
returned. I was squealing again as my boy hole was receiving such severe
treatment. It hurt but I enjoyed the pain. Tears ran over my cheeks as my
body shook with the force of the intercourse. I was as limp as any rag when
I heard the gasp from Alan's father, his final thrust rammed so deep into me
that I thought I could feel it in my chest. Then the exhalation as the
juices of love flooded out into my warm and welcoming small body. This time
as he withdrew, Alan was not there to lick clean any spillage, so my shirt
was pressed into service by his wife, who used it to clean up her husband
and then my boy hole.

Mr Richards, picking up his sons shirt, retired to his chair and continued
to clean himself up. He looked at the shirt again and saw that his son had
been wearing one of mine, but that was of no matter. His wife, was using the
other shirt that I had been wearing to clean me and her son. She needed a
certain amount of attention herself, as she had been leaking lady love juice
in no small way, so my shirt ended up with an interesting cocktail of sexual
fluids  on it. The four of us just stayed there for quite a while
recovering, but this was just the start of the weekend. There was much more
to follow. As Mr Richards dressed, he started a conversation with his wife
that I thought spelled the end of the fun and games weekend.

" I have invited Charlie and Rose over tomorrow evening, along with Derek
and May, for a few drinks, do you think we should ask Bob and Ann too ?"

Mrs Richards looked horrified.

"Oh thank you dear, that gives me very little time to prepare, still if we
are going to have a party, yes better ask Bob, oh and Jack too."

She looked at me, still on the table limp as any rag.

"I am going to need your help tomorrow, and yours Alan."  Alan though still
naked had made it to the couch and was just putting on my pullover.

"Ok mummy."

I was most disappointed with all these arrangements, they pretty much wrote
off the Saturday.

"What about all the kids?" Mrs Richards asked  " Will you be suggesting that
all the children come as well?"

"Certainly my dear, I think that is rather the object of the exercise. I
think it will be a good, fun party."

I had started to get up from the table but was rather unsteady on my feet. I
could feel something running down my leg and looked down. It was some more
of Mr Richards cum leaking from my stretched anal gland. Mrs Richards picked
up my shirt, too soiled already, she tossed it away and picked up my other
shirt. That too was too heavily used, so it was thrown over with the first
one. She took my pullover off Alan and used that to wipe me over. The soft
wool gently wiping my testicles was enough and as worn out as I was, another
erection greeted the Richards family. Alan came and helped me to the couch
where his mouth attended to my now very sore cock.  It was that soreness
that made me have second thoughts. I reckoned that a party might be a better
idea after all, then throwing my head back, I climaxed again.

Saturday morning, I was woken up by Alan, in his night shirt, saying.

"Its Saturday, lets both go in to mum and dad. Normally, its just me."

And so we did, Alan just walked in, and stood next to the bed in his night
shirt, I stood next to him naked. As I watched them I realised that they
were having sex. Alan got into bed one side of them and I the other just as
the bed clothes fell on to the floor. I had never seen a naked woman before,
let alone in the process of sexual intercourse. I was intrigued but not that
impressed. Her husband however impressed me greatly. When he was in full
swing I wanted to see very closely what was happening so I wriggled down the
bed for a better view. Alan was already there. With a satisfied sigh, his
father came, and assisted by Alan, rolled off his wife. I dived for the
diminishing dick getting as much of it in my mouth as possible, licking and
slurping at it madly. Alan had gone straight for his mothers' virgina,
sucking and licking as much of his fathers juice as he could get. As far as
our own satisfaction went, well, we were going to have to deal with that
later on in the fullness of time.

Throughout the day Alan and I helped with the party preparations. Mr
Richards doing the important work like ensuring that the Whiskey decanter
was full and that the Off licence would deliver beer and, for us kids, soft
drinks.  This left Mrs Richards clear to attend to the more trivial tasks,
such as the food, the cleaning, the shopping, preparing lunch and washing up
the dirty crockery, plus the days normal responsibilities. She also paid
special attention to my appearance. Although all my shirts and trousers were
washed and ironed, some new ones were purchased.  My pullover, was replaced
with a brand new one in a pale yellow. I liked it immediately, it was so
soft. I was even treated to a new tie.

"We have to make you look especially nice and neat and tidy for tonight,
there are some very special friends coming round, so you must look your
jolly best." Alan's mum told me.

With the guests due to start arriving at six o'clock it was decided that we
would all have baths, and the way it was organised, I was the last.  I had
hoped that I would not be alone and that I would enjoy some small amount of
naughties as I had come to think of them, but no, everyone was too busy so I
washed myself and after drying, went to the bedroom to put on all the new
clothes that had now been laid out for me. My shoes had been polished, and
there were new socks that gleamed white. Even my underpants were new and
almost shone with their whiteness. My new trousers were a pale stone colour,
with a fine crease down each leg. The new white shirt was crisp, and the
pullover was as I said extremely soft, it even felt `pale yellow' and with
my new tie that matched the colour of my trousers, my outfit was complete.
The only original clothes I was wearing were my shoes and my belt. It was a
quarter to six when I walked downstairs and presented myself to the family.

I looked a picture and I knew it. There was an instant growing bulge in both
Mr Richards, and Alans' trousers, It was while I looked at Alans small
bulge, I noticed something else, He was dressed identically to me. Closer
inspection also revealed to me that his clothes were all new too. Whilst I
had no idea what was to happen I started to think that something was and a
bulge grew in my trousers like the other two had. Alan and I looked almost
like twins except that although we both had fair hair, his was rather
fairer, and that he stood two inches taller than I. Our eyes were steely
clear blue and our bodies thin, and we had taken to kissing each other when
we thought nobody was looking. We two boys stood in the living room almost
frightened to move lest we spoiled our appearance. Mrs Richards had a hair
brush with her, and she quietly brushed our hair. On the sideboard there was
a camera, and Mr Richards took a photograph of Alan and I side by side, then
one with Mrs Richards by us and finally she took one with Mr Richards by us.
That's when the doorbell rang.

Jack and his wife Olive were the first to arrive, he looked a kind man and
both he and his wife smiled warmly to me.

"Hello George, Hello Sally how are you both, ahh and there's young Alan, how
are you?"

His geniality was totally genuine and Mr Richards replied in kind, ending..

"And this is John, our new young friend."

I shook his hand in a very grown up way as he said

"I will look forwards to seeing a lot more of you then."

His wife Olive giggled a bit at that, then I was introduced to her, and her
three children. Deirdre or Deedee as she was better known was about thirteen
years old and very pretty and the boys were David and Daniel at eleven and
nine respectively. Alan knew them well and they were all close friends. Next
came Charlie and Rose, their children were Peter at fifteen, Anna at
fourteen, Mark at eleven and Ruth at ten. I was presented to them all as the
newest of good friends. Bob and Ann arrived with Richard twelve and Robin
ten. lastly at about ten past six In came Derek and May with their four
children Graham and Keith who were twelve year old twins, Susie at ten and
the youngest present Simon at a mere eight years old.

Mr Richards beckoned me over to him, stood me in front of himself so I was
facing the room full of people and called for silence.

" I am not going to make a long speech as you all know why you are here. It
is to welcome our new young friend John to our rather special club. It's a
pity that we couldn't have everybody here but I think ten adults and fifteen
children is enough for one meeting, we don't want to overwhelm the young
fellow now do we?"     there was a friendly muttering of agreement.     "
Well as you each now have a drink, I ask you to raise your glasses to John."

I went bright pink as everybody smiled at me, lifted their glasses and said
"To John." I smiled through my blushes and just about managed to say  "thank
you"

My job at this party was to pass round the little nibble things, and to make
Mr or Mrs Richards aware of any empty glasses, so they could be filled, Alan
was in charge of checking that the kiddies always had a soft drink, and
supplying if they had not. As I was circulating I was hearing snippets of
conversations all seeming to be referring to me but I could not work out
what was meant. I heard such things as

"will you open him up tonight?"  and

"will he do tonight or will he be done?"

and lastly the one that really puzzled me

"Is he ready for the game or will you have to go for another evening?"

What ever was happening I was the centre of attention, and even though I was
a little confused I was enjoying it thoroughly. By this time the people had
spread out a bit and some people were in the hallway. Mrs Richards came to
me and asked me to give her a help with some chairs in the living room, I
thought that we were putting them all up one end of the room to give more
space to those standing up, but oddly, we were bringing in more chairs from
the dining room and from the kitchen. She had a final count. There were
twenty three chairs all at one end of the room. I was asked to get one more
chair from upstairs, which I did, and as instructed I placed it at the other
end of the room, facing the rest.

All this carrying round had slightly dishevelled me and I was advised to go
and get the hair brush, which was also upstairs.  Coming down stairs I saw
all but two had gone into the living room and had sat down. the two had been
to the toilet and were heading for the living room, it was Deedee and David.
That's when I heard Deedee whisper to David

"Hurry up, they're going to undress John for us now."

I thought I had to be mistaken, I must have misheard, but as I walked into
the living room I froze. There was the audience of twenty three people, all
looking at me standing in the doorway, and on the seat facing them sat Mrs
Richards.

"Come here treasure" she said.

I walked very slowly and shakily towards her, my blushes so bright red that
the mutterings of "oh how sweet" were clearly audible. She took the brush
from me and groomed my hair, standing up she faced me to my audience, they
were all licking their lips and wide eyed looking at me. As she finished
grooming me she sat down.

"Put your foot on my lap honey." She said.

I turned and did as instructed. She removed my shoe and called Alan to her.
He came and collected my shoe. Returning to where he had been sitting, he
held my shoe like a trophy.  Then she took my sock off. She selected David
to be the proud winner of this item, he came to take it but whilst my bare
foot was on Mrs Richards lap, he gave it a quick lick and a kiss. Mrs
Richards asked for the other foot and I obliged. As that shoe came off it
was awarded to Simon. He almost ran over to collect his prize and grinned at
me from ear to ear. My other sock was slowly peeled from my foot and Keith
was given the pleasure of coming to  give my foot that quick lick and a
kiss. Barefoot I was once again turned to face my admirers. I had not
thought it possible but I was blushing even more than ever and quivering
too, and the more I blushed and quivered the more everybody licked their
lips.

I didn't know whether to look down at the two hands undoing my belt or to
look ahead to all the intent faces, I chose to watch the faces as I felt my
belt being pulled away from my trousers. There was a gentle "Ahh" from the
crowd, as if they had just seen a pretty firework and Mrs Richards once
again looked round to see to whom the belt was to be donated. After Mark
collected my belt as his prize, I felt those hands undoing the waist band of
my trousers. I looked at Alan in that group of voyeurs and saw that he was
the only one looking at my face. He winked.  At that moment I realised that
this was great, it was wonderful, I had never felt so turned on in my life.
My bright red complexion remained but now it was in excited expectation and
not embarrassment and the quivering actually increased.

Now there was a smile on my face that was so contagious everybody started
wearing it, and my eyes had turned to fiery sapphires.  My erection was the
hardest I had felt to date and was getting even harder as I felt my fly
buttons being undone. It seemed to take an age for my trousers to fall to
the floor inch by inch revealing my quivering thighs, down to my knees and
at last round my ankles. My feet were lifted, one at a time, out of the
redundant item and they were awarded to Graham, who came over and picked
them up and while doing so licked my inner thighs before kissing them. Now
as I had done before I stood waiting for my underpants to go. Many hands
were being rubbed as indeed were so were many penises. Mrs Richards soft
hands took the outer edge of my swollen underpants and oh so very slowly
slid them down, The spring that my freed boyhood made when released even
took me by surprise, and the oooohhh of my viewers was rewarding its
rigidity.

I could hear mutters of "yes please" while Mrs Richards selected the new
owner of my underpants. Richard was delighted to be the chosen one and he
came forward and while clutching his winnings, started licking my balls and
dick. He pulled the foreskin back and kissed the purple head. There were
groans from the spectators as two of them came in their pants. Now my much
admired pullover was the quarry, and as I lifted my arms over my head to
ease removal the improved view of my rock hard equipment was enough to force
another groan as another player fell by the wayside. Coming in pants was the
losing move in this game and I would soon find out what the penalty of
disqualifying would be.

My pullover was given to Peter, who after pushing it into his underpants,
kissed me full on the mouth sliding his tongue in and knotting it with mine,
as he did this he massaged my balls. Walking back to his seat, he stopped
for a moment, said "ahhhhhh" followed by "Oh Dammit". He pulled my pullover
from his pants and semen dripped freely from it The removal of my tie did
not produce a big reaction, but it was awarded to Robin who took it, kissed
my testicals, and went over to Peter. Moments later he was sucking Peters
cum off my pullover.

Finally it was time for my shirt. First the cuff buttons then the buttons
down the front were undone. I was stood shirt undone displaying my erected
boy muscle to the gathered boy lovers. A big cheer went up and considerable
applause is it was slid to my shoulders then off one and finally off the
other and it too landed on the floor. I stood there totally naked before a
most appreciative audience. Graham was given my shirt and he too pushed it
inside his underpants, a popular move by all accounts. I moved halfway
between the group and Mrs Richards and displayed myself to the still
clapping assembly.

As silence fell the results of the game had to be established, I asked what
the winner got and was told that the winner would have the honour of
`bringing me off' then the important question, the one that selected the
winner. Which adult male had not come in his pants during the display? Only
two hands went up, they were Charlies' and Bobs'. There was some friendly
banter from the pair of them trying to out bid each other for the prize when
I put my hand up to ask a question. All fell silent and I felt a bit like
Oliver Twist only instead of asking for more I asked

"Please sir, may I be a Suckling pig spit roast?"

The suggestion was well received the only reservations were that
A.  Some of the kids had never seen that before and it may be too heavy for
them and
B.   I had never given a grown man a full blow job before.

The solution was announced there and then. All the kids and I needed to have
further sex education immediately. In came the living room table and the
cushions, Bob and Charlie stripped off in front of the rest, kids included
and I was given the choice as to whom I would suck and who would have anal
intercourse with me.  Bob was a little smaller, about 6"  but  was un-cut, I
preferred the idea of un-cut in my mouth. Charlie boasted 7 ½ inches and was
quite big round, I knew this would hurt but so what. The pair of them set
about lubricating me. I was lying on my back with my legs in the air and the
whole experience was taking on a kind of surreal feeling.

"Game little Bugger isn't he"

said Charlie while he was wiping the last of the lube in the entry to my
boyhole. He looked at me.

"You sure you want to go through with this?" he asked.

I braced myself and nodded. Mr Richards came up to them.

"Please be very gentle with him, he is still quite new at all this"

The two men nodded and took position.

"Ass man in first I think." Said Bob

Charlie started to ease me open. He was good with his fingers I have to
admit and very soon my eyes were rolling with his three fingers inside me.
That was when he put his dick up to my boy pussy and thrust hard. The pain
was phenomenal and I screamed. I took in a deep breath so as to yell again
but as I opened my mouth to do so Bob slid his weapon in it. That silenced
me. The pain only eased very slightly as the two men started to work my
body. Bob now had hold of my ankles pulling them back over my head. As
Charlie was pounding my ass Bob did the same to my throat. He was also
working my legs back and forth, an action that was forcing my lungs to
inhale and exhale through my nose. Sadly it also forced rather a lot of
mucus out, so I was not a pretty sight. I was unable to make any noise at
all the gagging effect was perfect, but the inability to breath properly was
panicking me I was crying. The pain was immense, I could not control my
breathing and just as I thought I was about to pass out, Charlie pulled out,
put his hand to his dick and with a couple of quick strokes, his cum started
to spray all over me. The first jet hit me in the face with the rest going
over my rather limp body. This seemed to act as a signal to Bob who also
withdrew, his cum going all over my face and hair. The other men then joined
in and although they had had minor orgasms in their pants they to were able
to bring up some more which was sprayed over me.

To say I was a mess would be an understatement but the solution to this was
forthcoming from ten year old Ruth.

"Can we bath him?" she asked.

It was agreed and thought to be a hot idea so a bath was run for me while I
recovered. The mothers decided who would actually bath me, it was to be the
four girls. Anna, Deedee Ruth and Susie. Now I had recovered somewhat, the
girls helped me to my feet and took me by the hand up to the bathroom. Being
bathed by young girls was quite fun, though I rather wished it was the boys
doing it. The young lasses paid great attention to my dick and boyhole after
washing my hair and by the time they let me get out of the bath I must have
been the cleanest boy in the world. Suddenly as they towelled me down I
became self conscious again, and the idea going downstairs naked to all
those people sexually aroused me. Sitting in the bath, my erection didn't
really show much, but standing there, it showed to the girls in its full
glory and they approved.

Now dried the girls walked me back downstairs to the main gathering and I
immediately started to enjoy the sensation again. Charlie and Bob came over
to me and were profuse with apologies for hurting me, they knew they had
gone far to far with me and the remorse was both obvious and genuine. I was
grinning like a Cheshire cat and accepted their apologies without reserve,
well my bum was feeling better from the bath and it made me feel so grown
up. Alan came to me and gave me a shameless mouth to mouth kiss and stood
back then David came and did the same thing, then Daniel and Peter until all
the boys were standing in front of me. Everybody else sat back down to
watch, the problem was however I had no idea what was going on or what was
expected of me.  Mrs Richards came over and whispered in my ear.

"Its your turn now, you can do what ever you want with any of the boys, and
after that the girls. You can even use the grown ups if you like."

My poor little dick had been going up and down like a yoyo and this made it
skyrocket.

"Can I use boys and girls together?" I asked

I was told I could, I could do anything with anybody. It took a while for
the ideas to start to flow. First I decided to have a race to see which of
the girls could undress a boy the fastest. Deedee had Peter and Anna had
Richard. Ruth was given Simon, and Susie Robin. The winner was to be the
first one who had a finger up a naked boys bum. Deedee won easily and was
wanking Peter off when  Anna finished her task with Richard and started
sucking him off. Susie and Ruth finished more or less together so it was
deemed that they had both lost, so Alan undressed the pair of them.

The sight of the two little `Lolitas' standing there stiffened up the boys a
little especially as Susie had been wearing such a pretty dress. I told Alan
to put Susies' clothes on Robin and Ruths' clothes on Simon, They looked
very cute and highly embarrassed  I could see that Mr Richards was rubbing
himself and looking at Robin in that pretty dress, I stood up and led Robin
to the table that I had been fucked on. I laid him on it and pulled down
Susies' frilly knickers to his ankles.  Mr Richards could hardly believe his
luck when I went to him, taking his hand I led him to Simon lying there and
asked him to "Pump her err him."  I knew he would be gentle. I passed Peter
to Mrs Richards to `Drain off' any way she pleased. and looked at my handy
work, it was shaping up nicely.

I looked at Jack. "Do you want a boy or girl?" I asked. He expressed a
preference for a boy and Mark if possible. I called Mark over and gave him
to Jack saying

"Undress him  and give his clothes to Alan, then pump him. Alan, you take
Marks clothes and change into them. Give me your clothes when you have done
that."

The twins Graham and Keith were still untouched by anyone so far so I gave
them to Rose and Olive to play with. Ann said she would like a girl or two
to play with so I gave her Anna and Deedee. May also wanted girls so she had
the other two, Susie and Ruth. Alan handed me his clothes as he was now
wearing Marks kit. I asked Derek if he wanted David or Daniel but He said
that, given a choice, he would prefer Alan. I looked at Alan to see if he
liked the idea and he was grinning away so that was settled.

All clothes were being heaped in the corner of the room, adults and kids
alike. All who were left now was David and Daniel so while David sucked me I
undressed Daniel and when he was naked they swapped over and I undressed
David. We went into a threesome I sucked Daniel while he sucked David whilst
David sucked me. The groans and whines of people climaxing was unbelievable
and when I looked up I saw that nobody but nobody had a stitch on, and
everyone was doing somebody.  "I like this game" I thought. That was the
last thing I thought as that when I saw stars and my head span I needed to
pee, I had to pee, I went into spasm and climaxed.

Once again the limp rag that was me, John, had to be helped to his feet. It
was to be my final duty of the evening to assist everybody to their clothes,
giving, I was told, a small show of affection, to each person. I assisted
the ladies first. This was not just a show of manners, it was also to get
them over with. I had at least established for myself that I preferred men
to women. Each was given a little lick and a kiss between their legs before
helping to find their clothes. The girls were next, though that did owe as
much to manners as to desire, I quite liked little girls and licked them
enthusiastically. Then I turned my attention to the men, cleaning each of
their now totally flaccid dicks with my tongue and getting the wonderful
flavour of their semen before hunting for their clothes in the diminishing
pile. Lastly the boys, I did them in order of seniority, Peter first, giving
his almost adult equipment a thorough lick out, then going through the
`ranks' ending with Simon, one of the few who could still manage an
erection, even though he had climaxed albeit dry, three times. In fact I
noticed that the younger the boy the more `fun' he could have and be had
with.

There was one set of clothes still left on the floor. Shiny black shoes with
white socks in, stone coloured trousers, with lipstick on the crotch, white
briefs which showed signs of having been chewed, and also had lipstick on
them, a belt by the trousers with a tie next to them and slightly separated,
a badly creased shirt and a just as badly creased pale yellow pullover, both
almost dripping with a mixture of cum, saliva and lady-love juice. I think
there was even some young boy pee from Daniel and Simon.  I never back down
from a challenge and didn't then. I dressed in the clothes even to the point
of straightening my tie in the mirror to finalise the show.

I was proud of the applause I received for that and beamed the widest smile
of the day to them all as they left. As Mr Richards closed the front door on
the last of the guests, we looked at the clock, It had just started to
strike eleven.  Mrs Richards looked at me. Fatigue was fast setting in so
she walked me upstairs and stood me in the bath. Yet again that day I found
myself being undressed. This time all the clothes were put straight into the
dirty clothes basket and the bath was run. Never before or since have I had
three baths in one day, on this occasion however I needed them all. As Mrs
Richards bathed me she was astounded to see `Little Winkle' start to rise. I
reckoned I could get used to this being bathed by people. I was almost
yanked out of the bath, and dried off.

I had expected to be taken and put straight to bed but no, I was taken back
down stairs. Alan had gone to bed so I was alone with his parents.  Mr
Richards looked worried. "I can't believe those two men fucked you like
that, it was one step away from rape. Come here my darling little warrior, I
want to check you over." I went to him and as requested turned my back to
him and touched my toes. He looked and muttered something about bastards. I
stood up while he went to the medicine cabinet to collect some creams. He
went to the couch and I lay across his lap. While Mrs Richards parted my
buttocks he dabbed at my boy pussy with his handkerchief. He discarded it on
the floor and started with another one. I could see some blood on it and
started to worry. I couldn't help flinching a bit when the antiseptic cream
was applied, and Mrs Richards while still holding my cheeks apart started
kissing them to sooth me. Bugger! soothing me? It gave me my umpteenth
erection of the day, and the application of further medication to my ring
was doing nothing to lessen my ardour.

"Oh you can't have another hard on, not after all you have had this evening"

Mr Richards was staggered. I stood up and picked up the two slightly
bloodied handkerchiefs.

"Is this going to hurt when you go in my bum?" I asked.

It was pointed out to me in no uncertain terms that nobody would be going up
my "little heaven hole" for some days, and that blow jobs would have to
suffice. Now I knew what a blow job was, I was not too upset. The pair of
them led me to my bedroom where I found Alan fast asleep. It seemed to me
that Sleep was a good idea, so although the temptation was to get into bed
with him, I got in my own bed and was asleep within seconds.

"Wake up you lazy sluts"

Mr Richards seemed full of the joys of spring. I was awake very quickly, as
was my way, Alan took a little longer to get firing on all cylinders.

"Why Lazy?" Alan asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

His dad laughed at this and started muttering about there being no argument
about the `slut' part. I sat up, pulled down the bed clothes, swung my legs
out of bed and stood up. I crashed to the floor  at once. I had no inkling
as to what had happened but I could not move or even say anything. I lay on
the floor with my mouth gasping like a goldfish out of its bowl, I tried to
move my arms, they hurt and hardly responded, my legs were shaking but had
no power, they also hurt, I tried to say something but just croaked at
Alans' father.

"I think you require a little assistance my little warrior." He bent down
and scooped me up, placing me on the bed. I tried to thank him and although
the croak sounded better, it was still a croak. As he looked at the bed,
there was an amount of blood from my boy passage, enough to concern him. He
swung my legs out of bed and sat me up. My arms now having a little more
feeling, were showing themselves to be so stiff, I winced as I started to
stretch them. I guessed that stiffness was the answer to my legs as well so
I started to swing them a bit. It was a good ten minutes before I could
attempt to stand again, by which time Mr Richards had gone to his wife to
seek advice about my bum. He had given me instructions to call him if I
wanted to try to stand again, I croaked as loudly as I could but it hurt and
was nowhere loud enough. I stood carefully and although still shaky my legs
took the strain. I remembered the same collapsing routine after my first
anal sex and reckoned it was something to do with that, but this was far
more severe.

I knew that I needed to have a crap, and I also knew that I was going to
need a lot of help with that, so instead of trying to go straight to the
toilet, I went to Alans' parents' room. Alan was already there, he had got
fed up with watching me swinging my legs. Mr Richards was still very bitter
at the level of force that had been used on me, and was saying so to both
his wife and son, when I walked in.

"Hello my little warrior, feeling a bit better now?"

It was all I could do to make myself heard or understood with the roughness
of my throat, but I managed to convey my toiletry requirements and that my
bum was extremely sore.

I freely admit that the cure for this problem more than made up for the
inconvenience of it. I was laid on my tummy on the bed. Mrs Richards held my
cheeks apart while her husband applied cold cream on my injured sphincter.
Smoothing it and putting on several `coats'. Baby oil came next. This was
massaged into my buttocks to lubricate the route. A little more was applied
with Mr Richards easing it into my passage with his finger. There was no way
whatsoever that I could hide my enjoyment. I was then carried to the toilet.
I thought that was going to be it and that I would just have a crap but Oh
no. Mrs Richards sat on the bathroom stool and I was bent over her lap. An
enema pipe was inserted and slid a fair way in before a warm saline solution
was fed into a funnel. I was in heaven, not only the strangest feelings I
was having but it was all in front of an audience again. Yes, all three of
them were in the bathroom with me.

It was only a very short time before I was unable to hold on to the fluid so
the enema was whipped out and I was sat on the loo.  I smiled, this was
great fun. The smile disappeared and my jaw dropped when the first rush came
through, It felt like I was shitting boiling oil. I yelled and Mrs Richards
took my face and cuddled it to her ample bosom. The second rush came as I
instinctively contracted my stomach muscles, it was no less painful than the
first and I wept into her cuddle. After that I had a little more control and
was able to moderate the flow so to speak. This eased things a lot. When I
said I was finished, rather than use toilet paper, I was placed face down on
the floor and my backside was washed. Now clean and pretty much empty, I
went to walk out, only to be stopped, pulled back and put across Mrs
Richards lap again. My hole was given more cold cream and baby oil in the
manner of the first time except it was Alan applying it under the direction
of his mother. The enema was replaces and a lot more saline solution was
poured into me. It seemed like bucket loads, until I shouted

"I gotta go I gotta go."

Out flashed the tube and I was swung round and put on the toilet only just
in time. This time it was mainly fluid so didn't hurt at all. As I was
evacuating my bowels, Mrs Richards said to Alan,

"Alright, when he has finished wash him again, put the cream and oil on him
and that should be that."

I had no problem letting Alan administer the medication and in fact when it
came to washing my over used little boyhole, he was if anything more gentle
than his mother. It was obvious that he was having as much pleasure doing
this as I was having receiving the attentions. We were both hard, I was
plain to see and Alan made sure that I had frequent glimpses of his by
letting his cute little nightshirt ride up as often as possible. Duties
executed we went to our bedroom to get dressed.

On those rare occasions that I wore clothes, when Alan was there, I would
dress in as provocative a way as I could. The reverse of my being undressed
by his mother or near enough, first the shirt, or today a t-shirt, then the
socks and as late as possible my briefs and trousers. As I put on the briefs
they were really uncomfortable, they felt as if they were full of gravel. I
took them off again. At Alans suggestion I put my trousers on without my
briefs but the course fabric chafed me so badly I took them off too, so,
dressed only in a tee-shirt and socks, I went down stairs.

Mr Richards took one look and burst out laughing.

"I said you were a little slut" he beamed,

I was grinning back and going hard again. Having been admired from most
angles by the three family members, it was agreed that I was `Terminally
Cute' however there was a larger problem. Mr Richards had decided to take us
all out on a day trip, he reckoned I ought to have a treat to make up for
the rough handling I had received. He had told his wife and Alan that we
were going to go out to the sea side. My inability to wear trousers or
underpants was causing a bit of a block to this and Alans disappointment was
obvious.

"I wish you were a little girl then you wouldn't wear any trousers" Alan
bemoaned.

The same thought occurred to all four of us at the same time and if the
smile I had spread any wider, my head would have fallen in half.

The phone call that followed was more erotic than any other I can remember,
and only hearing one half of it seemed to amplify the sexiness. Mr Richards
phoned Charlie, the cause of my discomfort, and the father of Ruth, a ten
year old girl who was exactly my size.

" Oh Hello Rose, George here, can I speak to Charlie please?  Thank you.... Ah
Charlie, we have a problem here and I think you will be able to help...... Yes
it is about last night. Poor Johns arse is so sore he can't wear trousers or
underpants and its been bleeding.    Yes I bet you are, well there is
something you can do about it to help. We are planning on going to the coast
today, but John is standing here wearing only a t-shirt and his socks.   Yes
very cute, we all thought that, but not good for going out.  As he can't
wear trousers and he is the same size as Ruth, we wondered if.....  Yes Ruth,
we...... Yes that's right, that's what we need,.... Yes, bring a selection, I
think he should have a choice. Bring Ruth we will have a fashion show. Good
see you in about ten minutes then. Bye."

Charlie was round in eight, with Ruth, and Rose, and Peter, Anna and Mark.
They had all come round to see the "John in girlies clothes" show, and I
didn't wish to disappoint my fan club. My initial show of just the t-shirt
was well received. Ruth was in a sweet little pale blue number. I took my
t-shirt off and watched while the dress was taken off Ruth, leaving her
standing in just her knickers.  I put the dress on. I gave a twirl while
Ruth put on a yellow dress. I didn't like the blue so Ruth took her yellow
dress off, It was better but was it me? I thought not. Last was a very
attractive frilly pink dress. It was the best on offer so I said yes. Ruth,
glad that her role as model was over, put her school uniform on. It was her
Sunday best. White starched blouse, blue pullover, short grey skirt, and
black shoes with white socks. I looked, we all looked and without a word
being said we both undressed again. I felt much better in her uniform and
looking at the various bulges in trousers, there was it seemed general
agreement.

Charlie was apologising again for the problems his rough treatment had
caused. To prove the point Mr Richards bent me over Charlies lap lifted my
skirt and gave him a guided tour of my red raw boy pussy. Everyone had a
look and a feel. Charlie said he had fucked Mark only an hour or so before
so Mark had his trousers and underpants pulled down so we could see his and
that it wasn't supposed to be so sore. By now I was standing with my legs
apart as Peter had his head up inside my skirt and had my boyhood in his
mouth.

"He's a bit of a slut, isn't he" Charlie said with a smile.

After they went, Alan changed into his school uniform. Mark had left his
pullover for him as it matched the one I was now wearing. Mrs Richards took
me to her room and went to work on my hair, putting it in a more feminine
style, held in place with grips and hair lacquer. I went back down stairs
and stood next to Alan. We looked like brother and sister, the only problem
I was having was the frequent `tent' effect that my excitement was causing.

Getting me to the car without the neighbours seeing was really just a matter
of not hanging about, the skirt being the only real giveaway. I carried the
picnic basket as a cover and that pretty much dealt with that. Once in the
car, off we went to the seaside. My name was Joan so small slip-ups in
speech could be brushed over should such things occur. As it happened the
day went without a hitch the nearest thin to a disaster was when I nearly
went into the gents toilet instead of the ladies. I very soon became used to
wearing the skirt and the fresh air breezing round my undercarriage was
having very a beneficial effect. All in all it was a wonderful day. I
enjoyed walking round the seaside town holding hands with Alan, and one or
two people even remarked on what a sweet sight it made.

We returned to the house and I slipped in quickly and without fuss. When the
car had been unloaded and we had all sat down, I thanked Mr Richards for a
lovely day. He suggested a nice kiss would be thanks enough, and came over
to the couch and sat down. I didn't need telling twice and soon felt his
tongue brushing against mine.

"Better not mess these clothes up" he said undoing the waist band of my
skirt and letting it fall. I sat on his lap facing him as he finished
undressing me. Mrs Richards also came over and sat on the couch and was
undressing her son. As Mr Richards discarded the last of my clothes onto the
floor, I stood up on his lap and presented my once again erected dick to his
mouth. I looked round to find Alan in the same position on his mothers lap.

I liked receiving oral sex, it was my favourite way of having my dick used.
I had also realised that the feeling that I needed to pee was the whole idea
and the longer I fought that feeling the more pleasure it was when it
finally won. I was fighting it now. The writhing had started. Two boys and
two adults.  We boys both wriggling and giggling, writhing and arching our
backs each trying to outlast the other. I won but there was only a  second
or so in it. Now I sat on Mrs Richards lap as I watched her husband start to
lubricate Alans' hole. He had been placed on the table and while his dad
undressed, I took over the lubricating. Parting his legs I could hardly take
me eyes off those cute little balls, still so small and in that pouch so
soft. I had to have them in my mouth. Mr Richards waited patiently while
Alan climaxed again with his dick in my mouth and my fingers in his boyhole.
I backed off as his now naked father gave Alan what he had been craving. I
was hard again and as I turned I saw Alans mother also completely naked. She
lay down on the carpet and pulled me down to her. Getting me into position,
she steered my little penis into her lovehole, and at the age of ten years
and eight days, I experienced my first heterosexual intercourse.

I was just a little worried in the morning as I washed myself, what would
happen if I still couldn't stand wearing my underpants, no way would it be
acceptable for me to go to school dressed as a little girlie, even though
the idea have me the hots. I needn't have worried, I had a crap and that
didn't hurt so I started to relax. As I put my briefs on, there was no
discomfort at all, so uniform on, Alan and I went to breakfast and on to
school.

After the weekend I had just had, to say the day was dull was an
understatement. The lessons were fine and I was attentive but the morning
just dragged on and on. After lunch, things were no better and eventually
the school bell went and we were allowed home.  Making sure we could not be
overheard, as we walked home I asked Alan if he had been in his mothers
hole, he had and agreed that whilst is was ok, it wasn't as good as all the
grownups seemed to make out. We decided that there was something that needed
to be done. We needed to try a younger girlyhole. Alan chose Susie and I
chose Ruth. Now all we needed to do was to arrange things with the grownups.

We waited till Mr Richards was home before we mentioned what was on our
mind, and we phrased the matter carefully. Alan and I wanted to do a floor
show where Mrs Benson (Rose) would undress me, Mrs Franklin ( May ) would
undress Alan. Then Charlie would undress Susie, and  Derek would undress
Ruth. Alan would fuck Susie and I would fuck Ruth. All this to happen if
front of whoever was invited.  We were a little surprised at the reaction to
this. We had expected smiles all round, rather than the rather frosty and
negative response received. Alans mother had said little, but his father
lectured us about other peoples feelings and how it would be if he invited
these people round and the girls didn't want to play that game. It was
suggested that we go to our room and think long and hard about what had been
said.

Not the two happiest bunnies were to be found in Alans room. we were rather
taken aback at this line of approach, and about half an hour later, we went
back downstairs and apologised for our selfishness. Mr Richards had just
come off the phone. He smiled and said that it was just our taking things
for granted that was the issue, and that no more would be said. That's when
the doorbell rang and people started to arrive. These were people who were
obviously more of the Richards family's `Special friends'. The first couple
had three boys, one at ten,  and seven year old twins.  Next to arrive was a
family who was proud to boast seven children five boys ranging in age from
fourteen to five and nine year old twin girls. While Alan and I arranged the
seating, the last guests walked in with their four boys, two sets of twins
aged eleven and nine. The grand total including ourselves, was eight adults
and sixteen children, of which all but two were boys, and I knew every one
of them, they all went to our school, I knew three of the adults too, one
was a headmaster and the other two men were teachers, and all worked at our
school.

The headmasters' authority seemed to extent to this house as he soon took
over the proceedings. He was the father of the 5 boys and twin girls. All
the kids were in uniform so we all looked pretty smart or cute depending on
age. The twin girls were paraded before the group then Alan and I were led
out to join them.. the four of us sat cross legged facing the chair that I
assumed Mrs Richards would use to undress us. She didn't. The headmaster sat
there and beckoned me to him. "I've wanted to see that cute little arse of
yours for four years now, I am really going to enjoy this."  This felt
different yet again, now I was being stripped naked in front of people I
knew and not all of them were friends. The headmasters' eleven year old boy,
Nigel, was a bit of a bully and it was only that Alan and I were inseparable
that he had left me alone. He looked on with a satisfied grin. It was almost
the same order as usual except that my socks were left on and instead of
giving my clothes to the boys, they were thrown to the assembled company for
them to play with as was their wont. In moments I was standing there naked
but for my socks with the headmaster licking my balls. He passed me to Nigel
to play with while he stripped Alan. I had thought that Nigel was going to
give me a hard time but no, instead of the roughness I expected, he was
particularly tender and was calling me "his lovely" as he caressed my balls.

With Alans clothes also hurled to the audience, he was handed to Mike who,
at fourteen, was the oldest of the headmasters' children. Mike lost no time
in taking Alan to his mouth and on seeing that Nigel did the same to me.
The headmaster than handed the ceremonial chair to my teacher. He then set
about removing the clothes from the two girls. I noticed that although the
clothes were chucked to the spectators, there was not the rush or excitement
as there was when boys were being stripped. The girls Mary and Margaret were
placed on the carpet, head to head and Alan and I were extracted from our
"suckers".  My teacher spoke. It was a short speech and in my opinion lacked
a certain finesse for the occasion.

"There you are boys. Now fuck `em."

I took Mary. Both the girls were smiling, and although I didn't know it,
neither was a virgin. I got into the position I had been put into be Mrs
Richards and not only did Mary part her legs, she also steered my dick into
her small hairless love slit. Alan and I pumped away for a while with little
in the way of results. I looked at our voyeurs, straight into the face of
nine year old Andrew. I closed my eyes and imagined that the soft warm hole
I was in was Andrews' boyfanny. The effect was immediate and I started to
get into a rhythm. Faster and faster I went till the Pee feeling started.
The little girl started to wriggle and squeak with delight, My eyes still
closed, it was Andrew making the noises of love in my mind. I had to open my
eyes to see if this spectacle was being enjoyed, Well the jury was still out
on this, the headmaster even yawned. Alan had his eyes closed and once again
I started my pounding, eyes closed, thinking of Andrew.

Eventually I climaxed, the shuddering being the only thing to awaken the
other guests. I got up, rolled off call it what you will, and sat there,
Mary seemed happy as did Margaret. Alan had shot his blank dry load just
before me and was also just sitting there wondering `what now.'  Our teacher
helped us up and with Alan sitting on his lap and me on the heads', the rest
of the evening was idle gossip. Both the girls dressed but we were asked not
too. All the boys came and had a little play with me, Alan they had all seen
and played with before. Then I was handed round the adults, each giving me
careful scrutiny, then finally being handed back to the head.  He bent me
over his lap and pulling my cheeks apart studied my anus.

"He seems to be recovering well George, but your right, it will be a few
more days before we can use him. If it's any consolation to you young John,
you have been assfucked by the biggest dick in the group. Nobody else will
make you that sore ever again."

All the guests left, it was a school day tomorrow and the younger kids had
to be in bed as soon as possible. So by nine o'clock  we were back to
normal. "Well did you enjoy your girly experience?" Mrs Richards asked. I
told them all that the only way I could enjoy it was when I pretended it was
Andrew under me.  "Charming Thanks I'm sure" Alan said. "I was pretending it
was you". With that we both went to our beds, except that two minutes later
I got out of my bed, and into Alans'. We cuddled up together and were asleep
in that position when his parents came in to say goodnight.

"We're going to miss that boy you know, and nobody more than Alan" she said.

They closed the door and went to their own bed, and, had either of us been
awake, we would have heard more love making going on under that roof.

Its funny but nobody seems to like Tuesdays. This Tuesday was different for
me however, it was a day of mixed feelings. Everybody who I had seen the
previous night was here, albeit that four of them were in the senior
section. Morning assembly was pleasant with the head,  Mr Tompkins, was
whilst addressing the whole school, was looking in a kindly manner to me
whilst he spoke of the values of discretion. It was also at the back of my
mind that Mum and Dad would be back tomorrow or the day after, Oh that week
had gone so fast. I was not sure how I was going to be able to be with the
group, the only thought consoling my feelings was that I was sure Mr
Richards would find a way round the problem.

The morning went quite well with my some of my favourite lessons being
prominent, they were English and Science. I was totally absorbed as we had
Robinson Crusoe read to us, we had to read along with it and it was all I
could do to stop reading ahead. The afternoon was to be Mathematics. Not a
strong subject of mine but the day was to finish on Music, my very best
subject. It was a quarter past two when an ashen faced Mr Tompkins walked
into the class, and spoke to the teacher. He was visibly shaken by what he
had just been told, and called for Alan to go to the desk. It was then I saw
Mr Richards standing outside the classroom. He seemed to be very upset and
was avoiding looking in the room. Alan went out to him, and they walked down
the corridor. It was then I saw the two policemen, well one was a
policewoman. It had been explained to me that the reason I had to keep all
that had been happening to me a special secret was that it was all very
illegal, and all the grownups would be in deep trouble it they were ever
found out. I started to get very frightened.

Alan and I were the only ones in this class to be involved, plus of course
the teacher, Mr Sharpe. He was trembling and kept looking at his watch. With
the headmaster out of the class, Mr Sharpe tried to continue with the lesson
but his voice was so shaky he was only able to tell the class to open their
exercise books to page twenty three, and see what they could do. He came
over to me and stopped me getting my book out. "The headmaster wishes to
speak to you John, I suggest you take your satchel with you." He was white.
I was becoming terrified. There is nothing like the unknown to frighten a
child. I was trying not to cry with fear as I walked to the headmasters'
office. I knocked on the door and as he said "Enter" I went in.

The two police officers stood to one side of the chair where Mr Richards was
seated. Mr Tompkins was seated at his desk. There was an empty seat next to
Mr Richards, and I was taken to it and sat down. I was shaking, but smart
enough not to say anything. I was never going to say anything, ever ever
ever. The silence was broken by the headmaster. He had started pacing back
and forth behind his desk

"You may relax John and sit comfortably, you are not in any trouble, nobody
is. There are times when terrible things happen, and it is the job for us,
the adults to protect you the children from the impact that these tragedies
can have. Sadly there are also times that we are unable to offer that
protection, and it is on such occasions that we, as adults have to consider
that we have failed to discharge our duties"

I looked at the headmaster, he was still pacing up and down behind his desk,
and seemed to be addressing his remarks to the ceiling. I had not the
faintest idea what he was talking about. I looked at the police officers.
They looked perplexed and they knew what was going on. I looked at Mr
Richards, he was trying very hard not to show any emotion yet the water in
his eyes told me this was going to be bad, very  very bad. Mr Tompkins
continued though now looking at me, and his voice softer to the point of
trembling. He too had very moist eyes.

"I know of no way to say this without it being terribly terribly upsetting
for you. It falls upon me to inform you that there has been a dreadful car
accident in Brighton, causing the deaths of four people. Amongst them, your
Aunt and, I am so sorry to say, both your parents. I understand that they
would have felt........."

Although he carried on speaking I heard nothing else until

"John, John, come on old chap. Its alright he's coming round now. Come on
now my little warrior, no you stay down there for a minute"

I had tried to get up from the floor but Mr Richards gently restrained me.
The policeman spoke.

" We had better take him to the hospital until they work out which
childrens' home can take him."

Mr Richards reaction was, whilst gentle, not negotiable.

"Over my dead body you will. John has been staying with us for the last few
days and may continue to do so indefinitely. I speak for my wife and son
also when I say that there is no way we will stand by and watch him go into
a home."

The police officers were adamant that I should be taken by them whilst
things were sorted out, they could not just give the boy away to any old Tom
Dick or Harry. The Headmaster started to argue with them now, Offering his
credentials as Headmaster and giving Mr Richards the very highest of
references, adding

"Even the Boys dead parents had entrusted this man with the care of their
one and only son."

The arguments became louder and louder, then the policewoman looked about
and suddenly shouted.

"SHUT UP....... SHUT UP ALL OF YOU."

It went completely quiet, the only sound that could be heard was the gentle
sobbing of a small and very frightened boy who was clinging on to the only
person who had shown him any real love in his life.   Did I say clinging? I
was gripping Mr Richards so tightly that limbs would have had to have been
broken to separate us. The policewoman then said the only thing that had
made any sense to me that afternoon.

"Well I've seen enough. Mr Richards, will you please take care of this boy
until we can work out what, by law, has to be done. I have no doubt that you
will do so well, and seeing what I can see now I will do what I can to speed
a satisfactory solution and will assist you in any way I can. The boys'
welfare is paramount, and he has had more than enough trauma for one day.
Constable, enough!"

Nobody had realised that she outranked the policeman, a very rare thing for
those days. The next one to enter the headmasters' office was the school
nurse accompanied by the local doctor.  It was explained that I was going to
need some sedatives soon when the shock really hit, and before I could have
those, I would have to have a quick medical check up.  The headmaster said
there was no need for him to be present but the doctor pointed out that the
more people around who I knew the more secure I would feel.

Both the headmaster and Mr Richards realised the implications of what was
possible here but could do absolutely nothing about it. They had to bare
face this out.  The head spoke. " I normally keep a little something in the
school safe, just for emergencies you know and patting Mr Richards on the
shoulder in a friendly manner went to the safe. I was having my heart
listened to when the safe door opened, and the headmaster pulled out a
bottle of whiskey. Mr Richards looked and could see other items in the safe,
including a very fat wad of money, and a revolver.

They passed the doctor a whiskey and had one each as they watched the
medical examination take place. It had now reached the awkward part and I
was asked if I wanted the rest done in private as it would involve my undies
coming down. Now I understood the problem. Had my ring recovered enough?.
Thinking they may be able to help me I said that I wanted them there, I
didn't want Mr Richards to go as I would be taken away and he would go and
.... The nurse calmed me down

"Nobody is going anywhere. Come along now gentlemen, turn your backs please"
she said.

Even at the first glance the doctor groaned. He called the nurse to him and
showed my still slightly damaged sphincter

"Oh no no no, please God, not that too, oh the poor poor mite. Errm,,  Mr
Richards, how long has John been staying with you?"

There was a slight hesitation before he answered.

"Only a few days just till his mummy and daddy get back."

He fell silent, everybody did. My mummy and daddy were not coming back,
ever. They had never even said goodbye to me and there it was. They were
gone for ever and that was the end of the matter. I burst into tears. Even
through the anguish and distress, and as genuine as my grief was, I knew
what I had to do. My route was clear to me. I screamed out

"Daddies not going to give me special love any more" and completely broke
down in uncontrolled tears.

I could relax now I had done what was needed and I knew it well, now the
real pain could be exorcised with tears and I was allowed to sob away whilst
being cuddled by the nurse

As the doctor explained to Mr Richards about the child abuse I must have
suffered at the hands of my father, I was led to Mr Richards' car. A teacher
had already driven Mrs Richards and Alan home where they were waiting not
knowing what to expect. I had been found to be sound in wind and limb and
had been sedated almost to the point of sleep. The doctor left asking to Mr
Richards to give me all the love he could muster and a bit more.

"The boy has had a shitty life till he met you. You have to make up for ten
loveless years, and he needs most of it now. When things have settled down
and if you still wish it, I will sort out the adoption paperwork and go
through it with you. And don't you worry about the law, I will sort that out
for you too. Just you concentrate on the boy"

The headmaster was equally accommodating,

"Keep him at home for another week, better keep Alan there as well, I think
John needs him".

As they finished their whiskey, Mr Richards asked about the money and the
gun. Mr Tompkins was confused.

"Well the money is one thousand pounds, A bribe if necessary, but there is
no gun in there"

Proving the point he opened the safe door again to put the rest of the
whiskey back, looked and laughed, removing from the safe a toy pistol he had
confiscated from a boy some days before.

"Heaven knows why I put it in there"

Well that's the story of how I was born a Matthews and became a Richards, I
spent many many happy years as a Richards, and there is much to tell. Sadly
I grow weary now and must sleep, its an old mans prerogative to rest
frequently but, should you drop in on me again, I will tell you of other
times and yes, some of the holidays we had, they were great fun... yes great
fun, but not just now eh not just now. I will see you soon young man. Good
bye.