Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2003 23:26:54 +0100
From: Little Moppy <little_moppy@msn.com>
Subject: The-Road-To-Rich's

The Road to Rich's

A Short story by Moppy

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This story may involve sexual acts between males who are not necessarily
above the age of consent where you live. It could even be illegal for you to
read such material where you are, and if all that were not enough, there is
the possibility that you might be offended by the contents of this story.
Well it's probably best then if you exit out of this right now and go back
to your Spiderman comics.

If however you like living life on the edge, please read on.

The problem with living in a small village is privacy. If you lived in a
large block of apartments in the middle of the city, it would be likely that
you would have no idea of the names of any of the other residents. However,
living in a village, you would know all the names of all the people in all
the houses. No privacy you see. No where to be alone, really alone.

Please let me give you an example. Everybody in the village knew that my
older sister, Rebecca, who was 18, was in love with Martin Shaw who was 21.
Everyone in the village knew that her middle name was Una and that would
mean that if they got married, she would become R. U. Shaw. Not important
but it was fun to know. Everybody in the village also knew that wedding
bells were in the air. Oh yes, marriage was certainly planned on. Martin and
Rebecca were virtually engaged. I had caught them in the cricket pavilion on
more than one occasion with his trousers down and her dress up. They were
always at it and, before you ask me, yes. Everyone in the village knew that
as well.

Martin was making a speech that was certainly ingratiating himself to my
parents. "I know that we are of course, far too young to marry just yet," he
was saying to my father, "My parents know that and I know you both do too."
He added.

I watched as my parents nodded approvingly to each other. Martin was such a
thoughtful young man. He always held his parents with great respect, and he
was so sensible not rushing into marriage as so many couples did these days.
I could see all these thoughts rushing through my parent's heads. Rebecca
was sitting next to me, smiling up at him as he stood there announcing his
intentions, before asking my father if he could have her hand in wedlock.
Yes, Rebecca sat there smiling, but I could hear her teeth grating together
in pure rage. She wanted to marry him and she wanted to do so now. Not after
the 5 year engagement that Martin was talking about.

I was, just for once, one step ahead of Rebecca. I knew something that she
didn't, and that was a very rare occurrence. Martin was being unfaithful to
Rebecca. He was seeing `another' behind her back. He and Rebecca were two
sides of that eternal triangle. I knew it and Martin knew that I knew it. He
was desperate that I would be discrete about this. It was essential that I
kept quiet about the affair he was having, he had so much to lose. Well
think about it. My father is a wealthy man. Having a wealthy Father-in-law
is good for a start. Rebecca is a very beautiful girl (Don't you ever tell
my sister that I admitted that) and he would lose her for sure. The third
thing he would lose would be his liberty. The third side of this triangle,
the other love of his life, was me. My name is Rich, I am an 11 year old
boy, and he was having sex with me. Everyone in the village sure as Hell
didn't know about that.

I suppose I had better do some explaining, because I don't want you going on
about what a rotten shit I am for taking my sisters fiancée from her. It
wasn't like that at all. I was in, what President Clinton would have called
"an inappropriate relationship" and it started when I was 9. This
relationship was with my baby sitter. He would only come round when
everybody else was going out and that included Rebecca and yes you are with
me here, my baby sitter was Martin.

You may be forgiven for thinking that there is now no story to tell. Sorry.
Wrong.
Some guy once wrote that the path to true love never ran smoothly, another
fellow wrote that the road to Hell is paved with good intention. Well you
can mix and match the words of those two expressions up as much as you like
and the result will always apply in this case. I suppose it should have been
`Boy baby sits,  boy meets girl, falls in love with her and the earth moves
for her' Oh dear oh dear oh dear me no. I have a lot more typing before this
one gets sorted out.

For the first year of his baby sitting things were pretty cool, he never
touched me at all for the first three months, and he was round 3 times a
week. Now I am not going to bore you with   "his hand trembled as he slid it
beneath the bedclothes taking my stiff boyhood etc. etc. etc." no, you can
get all that in all the nifty stories you read. No I want to tell you what
actually happened.

Yes the first time he touched my willy he was shaking all right, he was as
white as a sheet. He thought it was blood but I knew it was tomato sauce. He
thought I had cut myself with the knife I was holding but I knew I had been
making a peanut butter and tomato sauce sandwich. He thought I was standing
in the doorway totally naked. Well ok but one out of three was a personal
best for him.

I like to eat a sandwich when I have a bath but when I called down asking
for one he called up "Get it yourself you lazy little basket" so I did.

While I was making it, the sauce bottle fell over and some of it glooped
out. A large gloop went on the kitchen carpet and a rather smaller gloop hit
me slap bang on my little boy bit. I was not a shy boy by nature and I just
walked in the living room saying "Uncle Martin, I just had an accident."
Well I still say he over reacted.

He looked, he turned as white as a sheet then he rushed over to me saying
"Let me look, let me look"

He took my willy in his hand and tried to wipe it very gently with his
finger. My little boy bit went as hard as a rock as he was saying "I cant
see anything dammit, I cant see," so he tried to clean it quickly with his
mouth.

When it came out of his mouth it was harder than ever and I was showing off
my just over two and a half inches to his very close inspection

"I cant see where it is bleeding where did you...This is tomato sauce!"
  He looked at me, I could see he was confused.

"Yes I know it is, sorry. There's more of it on the carpet if you want some"

"I have just been sucking ketchup off your Penis." He said in a horse voice.

"Oh is that what it's called, I did wonder"

"Yes its called ketchup" he snapped at me, then lookin at me he added "Yes
its called a penis."

"Do you want me to put some more on it then, I will if you like" I asked

"No thank you Rich, I am not very keen on tomato ketchup."

"Peanut butter ?, Do you like peanut butter ? I will put some of that on it
if you want"

He was still kneeling in front of me when he replied  "No thank you. No
peanut butter, no ketchup. I don't want you to put anything on it at all.
Thank you very much."

I think I must have misunderstood exactly what he meant by this because I
thought he was saying that he wanted it plain. I moved to him and stood
there with my then flaccid penis about three inches from his nose. He looked
at it. Then he looked up at me then back down at `it' his tongue came out
and he gave `it' a lick. My boy bit sprang back to life and it received
another lick. I liked the feeling this was giving me and when Martin put the
whole lot in his mouth balls and all , my knees nearly gave way. Martin laid
me on the floor and slurped away like a madman and I loved it.

So that's how things started. I had my bath or rather Martin bathed me but I
never got my sandwich. On the good side Martin did clean the kitchen carpet.

For months things carried on nicely. Everybody went out about twice a week,
sometimes 3 times, and Martin babysat. As soon as everybody had gone he
undressed me, bathed me and generally had a good time with me. I was
enjoying it as well, so there was no abuse going on. He kept his clothes on
at all times throughout this, and he only ever hinted that we may go a
further step sometime.

Then things started to go wrong. First Rebecca ditched her boyfriend, a
pillock called Kevin. She came storming in (I had just enough time to get up
stairs and dress.) there were floods of tears and much wailing from her as
she told Martin what a wimp Kevin was. He was very supportive to her as she
poured her heart out to him, and dads gin out to her. I was sort of frozen
out of the meeting and so went to my room.

It was inevitable that they should start dating. This was double bad news to
me, It meant I had to have another baby sitter (a not unpleasant woman
called Doris, who lived close) when everybody was out and Martin was out
with Rebecca. The one evening a week he did baby sit me, was the Tuesday
when Mum and Dad went to bridge classes and Rebecca went to a modelling
class. Martin and I had about three hours to ourselves and he was keen to
make up for lost time.

The major disaster however was the note. Everybody who came into contact
with the note somehow managed to do something stupid as a result of it.
First it was stupid of Martin to write what he did. I will quote it if you
will bear with me.

It was in a non sealed envelope addressed to `Cutie' something he had taken
to calling me. The letter inside was short but effective.

Cutie,
Meet me at the cricket pavilion this evening about 7 pm. We will try
something we have not done before. I am looking forward to it already.
Lover Boy.

I read it and then I was stupid. I put it back in the envelope, and while I
was trying to work out how to get to the pavilion at the appointed hour, I
just put the letter down on the hall table and walked away.

As I went back to the hallway to retrieve the letter I walked right into
Rebecca who was reading it. I turned to walk off when her hand grabbed me by
the neck. She swung me round and pinned me to the wall. I could see she was
furious and I wondered how I was going to talk Martin's and my way out of
this.

"Listen you festering pus ball," she hissed "you ever open my mail again and
I will break bones, understand?"

"So how did I know it was for you, Aunty Acne?"  Ha, I was pleased with that
one.

"Oh so just how long has Martin been calling you `Cutie' then?"

Hmmm. She had me there, that was one road I was not going down. "Oh yes and
how do you know I opened it then"

"It had ketchup on it Rich, any other questions before I terminate you"

Shit. Game Set and Match to her royal ugliness. My promise of silence
regarding the contents of the letter bought me my freedom, but did not solve
my problem. Martin was expecting me but was going to get Rebecca. I would
just have to see how all this was going to pan out.

Rebecca had made the same stupid mistake I had made, she did not keep the
letter. She looked for it but it was not where she left it. She found it
torn up and in the bin. Her second mistake was to think I had done that.

Dad also made two mistakes. He was the one person who should have left the
letter on the table where he found it, and he should have thought more about
the relevance of the ketchup. Ok he made three, he should never have torn it
up.

It was an interesting dinner at the family table. Each of us was looking at
each other in the style of a 1940s spy drama. Only my mother was immune from
any suspicion. Here was a woman who was so vague, she was more than capable
of arranging her own surprise birthday party, and then being surprised by it
! As we were seated we exchanged many various meaningful glances. They each
became a little less meaningful as we realised that not one of us had the
faintest idea what the other meaningful glances had meant. Dinner was eaten
in a confused silence.

At quarter to seven Rebecca said she was going out and without giving any
further information she got up and went. Less than 5 minutes later I got up
and said I was going out to play, adding that I would be back at 8. I knew a
short cut to the pavilion but it meant climbing a couple of fences. That
also meant that Rebecca would be walking the long way round. Just as I
thought I would, I arrived before my sister. I looked round for Martin but
couldn't see him. Then I heard the outer door opening. Not knowing if it was
Martin or my sister, I shot up the stairs into the Loft area which was used
for storing the cricket stuff. From there I had a great view of the main
room down stairs and a pretty good view of the surrounding grounds. I saw
Martin trotting towards the pavilion, and looking downstairs I could see
Rebecca staring out of the window towards him.

"Cutie...Cutie are you there?, sorry I'm a bit late" he called as he came in.

"Yes I'm here" Rebecca replied and threw herself into his rather surprised
arms as he entered the room.

I watched as she planted a revoltingly wet kiss to his lips. It was a kiss
he so desperately needed, not so much for its passion, more the thinking
time it was giving him as he tried to work out what had gone wrong. Or
right, he thought as her hand started feeling the front of his trousers.

"This is what you meant by `something we've not done before' isn't it?" she
asked, breaking the kiss and undoing his trousers. Before he had a chance to
reply, she had his trousers and pants round his ankles, keeping her knickers
company. "Please be gentle with me for the first time" she added

Three people were thinking exactly the same thought as Martin started making
love to my sister.

"First time? HAH"

It doesn't take long to get quite bored watching a couple `at it' but there
was a pack of cards and a cribbage board up in the loft space so I started
to play patience. I idly looked out of the window and saw dad walking at a
brisk pace towards the pavilion. Not wanting Martin to get into trouble I
broke cover.

"QUICK,... DADS COMING."

Martin leaped up pulling his clothes up. Rebecca, putting her knickers in
her handbag was looking in a mirror making sure she looked alright. I was at
a table dealing out 4 hands of cards. I called across.

"Your teaching us bridge."  It was the first thing I thought of. Brilliant I
thought.

"Genius." Rebecca said as she sat down hurriedly sorting the cards.

"Inspired" Martin said as he sat and helped

"What the hell is going on here then?" Shouted dad as he stormed in. He saw
the three of us and the cards laid out. "Oh, do forgive me, I think I may
have jumped to one or two incorrect conclusions here, but just what IS going
on?"

"Martin's teaching us bridge, it was supposed to be a surprise but you've
gone and spoiled it all now" I bleated.

Martin whispered something in my ear about not gilding the lily  as dad sat
at the spare hand and asked him how we were coming along. Martin explained
to him that he was starting off by ensuring that we understood the rudiments
of Whist but as we were raw beginners he felt that was enough for one
session. Reluctantly dad agreed and said his farewells.

We made sure that he was long gone before anyone dare speak.

"Well done little hero, but how did you know we were here" Martin asked.

Before I could reply Rebecca said, "He read the letter you sent me"

He looked at Rebecca "So how did your father know we were here"

Before Rebecca could reply I said, "He read the letter you sent her"

There was a tap on the window. It was mum.

"Hello, Is your Father there? I found this letter he left for me. I wonder
why he tore it up !"

None of us wanted to see the mental pictures we were getting so we called
back telling her that she had just missed him. Martin never sent another
letter.

Rebecca still to this day thinks that I ran from the house to warn her, she
never realised that I had been upstairs. Martin however did realise where I
had been hiding, and the fact that I had watched him with Rebecca turned him
on. After that he always told me when he was going to do it, and most times
I went along to watch. When he found out that I was pretty much selling
tickets at school for the show he was a little annoyed, but turned on even
more. Nowadays they were both getting their kit off to do it. Martin never
knew how many eyes were watching them and my ever increasing circle of
friends never knew that Martin was aware of their presence.

On the occasions that Rebecca couldn't make it to the pavilion, I was sent
as messenger. I would have already sent the message out to my friends, that
tonight was a no-show night and that they would be assured of the best
viewing positions next time. Then I would go to the pavilion to give the bad
news to Martin.

It was on those occasions that he got to show me those things he had planned
on that first secret tryst. On average he was getting it 5 times a week. 3
with Rebecca and twice with me. In an attempt to stabilise the situation he
decided to ask Rebecca to marry him but after a long engagement. She was
quite keen on the marriage bit but annoyed about the long engagement.

So the time had come for Martin to give dad the "may I have your daughters
hand" speech and he did so most eloquently ending up with the line,

"and so sir, I would consider it the greatest honour if you will give me
permission to take your daughter to be my wife"   He stood there waiting for
a response.

Dad stood up and started pacing the room, hands clasped behind his back.

"Now I want to make quite sure I understand what's happening here.  Firstly,
you have been having sexual intercourse with my daughter in the cricket
pavilion. Rich here has made a tidy sum selling tickets to watch the pair of
you. You have also been buggering my son in the pavilion. Rebecca is making
money from her friends watching that show. We have been making videos of all
the shows you have been putting on and they are selling really rather well.
I am just thinking we don't own a dog. God knows what you would get up to
with one if we did. Yes my boy. Welcome to the family."