Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2002 14:22:26 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Shy Oak  Chapter 1

This story came through watching out a window while I was sick. It is
imaginary and of course pure fiction. All I did was expand on the thoughts
that expanded my recovery. Yes I never followed the actions but other who
proof read this made various comments, all good. I hope you find the
intriguing tale to your satisfaction.

I have the copyright to this and others so please ask if you wish to use
this in any way. Reproduce this for your own amusement but for other
purposes I appreciate that you ask.

The story is one of a relationship between a man and a boy. Being Illegal I
do not in any way suggest that this is right. The written word is far from
the actual action.

It may be illegal in your country to read or even possess this
story. Please check and of course if this is not your style please leave
now. I expect that you can find others to tempt your time of reading.



			       The Shy Oak.



I would guess that you all have been affected in many different ways when
getting a holiday from work. This was the last day before my first. I was
nothing much but liked the job I had. I had been given the chance to become
a trainee to an old man who was almost at the end of his years as a
baker. Early start so early finish. He closed the place down during the
summer, well end of that period, August. He had family to see and expected
that I did. I would do all I could to keep out of their way. I had one
hobby and that was I liked to build things. Do not ask what because I had
had a go at most things with great success.

The first morning I decided to have a lay in. No girl to go to, work
stopped that. I was 20 so still young and raw. I would just do my own
thing. My parents stunned me when they told me that as I was off so were
they. I had to look after the house.

""Look on it as your first adult responsibility."

I had been working so was insulted. However you try telling your parents
that.

They left with almost the house in the car and although I felt sad, boy was
I good to be alone.

It was the first morning that woke me because of the scream. Looking out I
could see a group of boys all looking up at one who was jammed solid in
some branches. I knew most of them but they seem to enjoy that the boy
could not move in the tree.

"Hey what on earth are you doing?"

"Sorry, Andy has fallen. His foot and leg are stuck. We were, weren't we"
one boy look at the rest. "Going to call the fire department to get him
down."

"I will come out!"

I walked to the tree. Blood was dripping down a branch to the trunk, Short
and sharp I ordered a boy who delivered the things from the store to get a
wet cloth from my house. It was difficult even for me to climb but I got to
the boy who was to say the least very upset. I had to be careful. I managed
to loosen his leg then lift him down. I wiped his leg but insisted that he
come inside. The others did not want to wait. The cowboys were after the
Indians who had raided their camp yesterday.

"Now then how did you get up there?"

"He stuttered. They said I had to join the gang. I had to climb the tree. I
am scared of heights. I got stuck. Thank you for your help."

"I told him that we had better call his mum." She worked at the factory and
today was her first day. "She will kill me!"

Andy's mum was a supervisor so when I called she was not angry she was
livid. After a short conversation it was agreed that he could stay and help
me build an extra veranda from the house. (Yes it was a lie but anything
than face the wrath of a mother having to leave her first day at work.) She
was exact at when she would collect him.

"Now Andy I think we better stop the blood with a bandage." His shorts had
been yellow but now they had a red stain, which did not look to bad. He
knew his life was to end the moment his mother saw them.

This was the day that I had some sort of feeling for a small boy.

"How old are you Andy?"

"I am just turned 10. Do all the boys in the town have to do things like
that to be accepted?"

To be accepted. What a sweet way of describing his way of being part of
them whether he wanted to or not. He was not rugged but was different than
the others. He was clean, well must have been. He did not sound as if the
tree interested him. One thing that did please him was the removal of most
of the blood then the bandage to prevent any further from flowing down the
leg.

I wiped his face with a clean cloth. He started to look human. His shirt
was easily cleaned while just a small amount of blood remained. For a 10
year old he was not like any of the others. I wondered why I had feelings
for him and guessed it was because he was a new boy who needed some
help. It was strange Andy was showing some sort of affection to me. Clearly
the blood going had something to do with it however he was almost like the
brother you thought you had lost, if you get what I mean.

The first main contact was when his hand was holding my shoulder. He was
genuine. The shirt I wiped down was hung to dry so there was this boy, hand
on my shoulder, looking straight at me. At any other time I would not have
thought anything about it. He had however given me feelings that I did not
understand.

I started to believe that my eyes were playing tricks. Andy was moving his
head to either side. His eyes were looking into mine while his head
turned. It was embarrassing. I faced down only to be confronted by a small
lump in his shorts. I did not know what to do.

"I am very sorry. Sometimes when a man does something good for me it
happens. I never say anything. If a girl, older or a woman does things
nothing happens. I thought that there was something wrong with me." Now
this was a moment when you should smile but my brain was going to re-assure
him that it was something very normal.

I did smile so his second hand was on my other shoulder. "Did I do
something wrong?"

I looked at Andy, "No son nothing at all." The small boy said, "It was just
that I wondered what make that happen? I mean you seem a nice boy but I
have never met a boy who gets, well excited with a man."

"What do I call you Mr Helper?"

"Me? My name is Sam. I see no harm in you calling me that."

"Did you know Sam that your hand is still holding my leg?"

I tugged it away. "No" I did not mean anything by that.

 "I was pleased you were. You can put it back. Honest."

I did not want to, well that what I kept saying. Andy because I never moved
walked closer to me. My eyes were looking straight at the two pink nipples
that were clear to see on his chest. I almost touched one but I had this
barrier that was before me preventing my finger from doing the impossible.

"You really want me to touch you?"

"No I just want what you want to do. You would think I am strange if I
asked you but if that's what you want then it fine by me."

"But Andy if I did would that not make me strange?"

"Sam it's strange already for a boy and a man to be talking this way. I
think it's exciting. I would you know let you because I can tell that you
are special. May I ask you a question that's only between you and I?"

I agreed becoming more and more engulfed by the charms of a 10-year-old
boy.

"I think I can read your mind. May I try? You have to answer the truth if I
am right."

"For a laugh I agreed. It was a laugh, that how I saw it."

"Well I think that you would if you could like very much to take off my
shorts then more. I think if you knew we had a long time together you would
let me do the same. I can feel you wishing this. If you think I would run
out or scream like I did when I was in the tree, you are wrong. I guess I
know what you are thinking because I want the same."

I never answered. Andy took my hands then placed them on his chest. I could
feel the warmth coming from him. The middle finger of each hand touched the
nipples I had been watching. I watched it rise until the finger itself had
moved from his chest and the tip encircled it. I watched his eyes close
while I stroked his flesh. His head pulled back till the top of his chest
was so far forwards that it was forcing me to feel more and more of every
part.

"Sam I was right wasn't I?"

As if in slow motion I watched his hands pull my head to his chest. Andy
slipped down so that he was able to plant a kiss, so soft upon my
lips. Short but sharp, he followed that with small giggles. Like those a
very small girl start to make when she has understood what they are. He
looked like he had done something wrong.

"Andy I guess you were right. What happens now?"

"Do you think I am strange?"

"No Andy. I suppose because we both seem to want the same thing then if
anything it is I who am strange."

"Its funny. You want to do things and I want them done. Maybe we could
become friends? I did this once before but the boy and I were
caught. People said we were to young to know any different."


Andy was smiling now. He was getting very close. "We have some time so
shall we try some things?"

I took him close. His shoes were slipped off. I did not do it but he made
me smile to see it happen. I had my hand along his shorts moving up and
down. It was a velvet feel but against him the touch was erotic. I could
see the large button that held them together. Andy's hands were on his hips
while mine shook when they came into contact with the button. I looked at
him while he looked down watching me fidget with the hole to slip the
button through.

I watched as he pulled the button slide through the hole. The shorts open
at the top. The silver tag of the zipper was east to see. One finger and
thumb held it then with one pull down you could hear a ripping sound. His
shorts were open to the world.

I could see what was under the shorts through the gap. Red material then a
full pair of briefs when they fell. Andy stepped out of the shorts standing
alone with me. He did not waste time because he tugged the briefs off. I
now had a naked boy wished by my dream wanted by him directly in front of
my face.

I was at a loss now but Andy began to undress me. I knew I was getting
embarrassed. When the words "You are very hairy!" came out I compared
myself to him. I had forgotten the age difference. Together we spent time
looking over every part of each other. I let my feelings go so took his
small head allowing my lips to kiss over his lips and face.

"If you were a girl Andy I know what I would do!"

"I am a boy but does that matter? I have done things with a boy before but
never a man. Is there any difference?"

I tried to explain that the difference was in the size of him compared to
me. "My friend tried to suck mine then we did lots of nice things."

This was an area I had not been in before.

"Sam I have an idea. Why don't I show you then we could try it together?
You have to promise not to tell my mum though."

Here I was naked with some woman's son naked also. He was leading me into
something that could get me more than a slap on the wrist.

"Sam I will show you something." I sat back while the boy took hold of my
penis. His lips covered it when the suction commenced. I could feel that he
had done this before. I know I should have not been in this situation but
it was as if I had no choice. The boys head made movements that encouraged
my hand to rest, my finger traced every hair that was fixed to his small
head. Yes I tried to lift his face to give him a smile of approval but it
was something I had never had before so I never tried that hard.

Long slow suction just like an ice-lolly without any coldness. I wanted to
feel Andy but I was so happy I was almost entranced with what he was doing
there in the living room to me that I never forced the positions to
change. I did become bold when I reached over till my hands were on his
backside. My penis must have been almost in his stomach. He was taking it
so easy. To the touch his skin was so smooth. I managed to find the shape
of a letterbox with what I knew was his small hole. I had a finger from
each hand examine it. I became suddenly vulgar. Begging a 10 year old to
"chew my sausage." He knew exactly what to do.

He was able to bend in a way so that my finger was in contact with the hole
of his I believed that he wanted me to do more than tickle it. Suddenly
Andy looked at me. "So was that nice or do you think that it was a bad
idea?"

This kid was behaving just like a much older person. I could not believe it
at all. I actually wanted him not another but had not enough power to tell
him. The question was why? I was in awe of this boy and what he was
doing. I did when he turned around manage to grab him so that I was able to
show him what he had done was just perfect so my actions said more than
words ever could.

If I were wrong from this moment I would pay the cost. I watched Andy all
the time I touched him. His body responded to my actions yet I wondered if
I was doing the right thing. My hand touched every curve, muscle and
bone. I was just sitting there watching him savoir the time we had
together.

"Sam can I have a go?"

He got me to lean back. I was using one hand while his two were reminding
me that I was the one who kneaded the doe so that the bread would be
perfect in the end. Tiny kisses with words requesting me to try and do what
he had done to me earlier. His body knelt; he then aimed the hard organ
against my lips. I gave in, shaking because I had never done anything like
this before. I did not know what to expect. The silky skin slipping between
my lips made me shudder. I ran my hands down his back not feeling any hairs
or rough skin. When the time came and I began to get lower his legs
parted. The two small egg shapes moved freely in my fingers. Now it was his
turn to request that I give him extra sensations. He pulled his cheeks
apart. The hole was bigger than before. A finger went easily in. I looked
at him while I sucked. His eyeballs fluttered up and down. I did not know
at first what was happening. Pulling on my head he began to force hard his
penis in then slowly out. The smacking sound echoed through the room.

It was a while but we both ended up on the floor. We both felt the cold
hard wood. I knew I was all the way involved with Andy when I suggested
that we both go to my room and rest on the soft bed. I did not believe that
it was me who said that. Andy looked at me with this big smile. "So which
way is your room?"

I pointed with the left hand while he took my right. Leading the way I
followed Andy. The final few steps he ran from me jumping onto the covers
of my bed. On his back he watched me wile I not only examined him I
examined the situation. I had never in 20 years I guess from what I
remember had a naked person, male or female on or in the bed. Now I had a
boy begging for it to happen. I carefully closed the shades then turned to
see Andy's head resting on an upturned hand looking straight in my
direction.

"You are not going to leave me on my own to long are you?"

I started to play around with him like any small boy forgetting that he was
naked. I was more concerned that I was in this position than he. One minute
he was a boy then the next he was becoming sexually aware that we both were
in a bedroom, he then started to show more of what he really wanted. I sat
next to him giving in to the feelings that we both had. He was almost in my
arms while I could not get back from the cordial charms Andy was
showing. The hugs followed by the kiss made things happen. I was about to
tickle him but my touch forced me to stop and give him passion he asked for
without saying a word.

The conscience effort we both made told us that we were both doing the
right thing. I rested against the pillow while Andy came to me.

"Sam I will count ever hair you have. You know that since we started I have
fallen in love with you. I want to ask if you feel the same?"

"What about the hair or falling in love?"

"Oh Sam I have not got hair like you. Its love I was asking about. You know
that I can feel something. I wonder if it's the same because I have never
felt this since my dad left. I do not see him any more and since mum caught
me and my friend things have not been the same."

It was strange. I began to cry as I watched this boy smiling at me. I had
taken his emotions then added my own. Together we had explored what was
missing in our lives. I did not know anything. The feelings strange but I
had the capacity to feel them and enjoy him. He curled into the foetus
position; head turned looking right at me. A single finger wiped away the
tears as they fell. That very moment we both covered each other in the
kisses that had been missing.

"Sam I want you to try something pleases. I am not afraid but on the other
hand I guess because who you are I want to give you something special."

Andy turned so that his back was against me. Opening the cheeks of his
bottom he somehow guided my erection against his hole. There was some power
when he pushed back. I could feel the head straining at the hole. It was
in. Andy took a sharp breath when this happened that I tried to pull
back. He held my legs forcing more of me into him. After 30 minutes of
gentle reversing I heard "Your hair are making my bum itch."

I watch and felt my legs move on their own forcing more if there was any,
into him. Andy pushed back. I reached round to take his weight. His
erection was far bigger than I remember. It took a thumb and two fingers to
rub him at the same speed that I was rubbing inside him. For 20 minutes
there was a glow. I was feeling a familiar sensation. Andy shook grasping
my penis inside him. A sudden jet fell onto my hand. Jet, that was either
liquid or sperm that the young boy already could make I looked at it over
his shoulder while the nerves throbbed as I continued my slow rub. I was
next to shake. I could feel the injection of fluid filling him from the
inside. His bottom bounced up and down till I was empty.

Andy lifted off me. Like a flush the over full boys bottom let out the
excess of fluid. White drips with a crimson colour fell on me. I was
worried that something had happened.

"Sam do not worry. I am no virgin any more. You sure know how to make a boy
happy."

We both stayed for a while till the sensations that rippled through our
bodies had faded then we moved. It was great walking through the door
spotting the bits of clothing scattered around. You might guess we never
wanted to dress but took our time when we did.

It was just after 4pm that a frail looking woman called to see the damage
caused by a tree to her son. She was pleased to see him happy apart from
the leg bandaged. I was thanked. Andy shook my hand.

"Oh Andy I think you should be very grateful."

I was. He gave me a small hug with mum's approval. My last words were for
him to pop round at any time. He did.


Further adventures are available. Let me know.

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