Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2008 17:10:55 +0100
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: Holidays by the Sea - 1

Hi all, this is the start of my new story. I hope you like it, but be
warned it is a story involving homosexual acts between consenting minors,
so if you are not old enough or in a liberal enough area, please leave now
or read on at your own risk.

This is a fictional story and I would appreciate your not copying it for
any purpose other than your own personal pleasure.

If you do read the story and like it, then please write to me and let me
know what you think. Write to succum241@lycos.co.uk

If you want to tell me something about yourself then please feel free to do
so, but only what you want to say; I have no wish to probe into your
private affairs.

Enjoy

Rick

HOLIDAYS BY THE SEA

CHAPTER 1

Julian, or J as he preferred to be known, not Jay or Jules, just J, already
had his tie undone before the schools bus drew up at his stop. By the time
he reached his front door, his shirt was un-tucked and un-buttoned. But
that was as far as he ever went on his way home from school. He unlocked
the door and let himself in, bending to pick up the mail that had been
pushed through the mail slot in the door. Of course most of it was for John
and Jean as usual; after all they were the adults in the house, and the
first ones J had ever felt like calling mum and dad. J quickly flicked
through the envelopes and pulled out the only one addressed to him; he
couldn't help grinning as he tore it open, because there was only one
letter he was expecting and correctly assumed this was it. He scanned the
contents of the letter and let out a single "Yes," in a yell; for the
letter told him he had been accepted to be a dorm leader with the `holidays
by the sea' project.

However, before we get too embroiled in the story we need to know a bit of
Julian's history as it has some bearing on the tale that follows. Julian
Clive Butcher was born to a drunken mother who had conceived him as a
result of one of her ways of raising money to pay for the drink she was
addicted to. He lived with his birth mother for the first three years of
his life, during which time he was naked more than he was clothed because
his mother worked it out that it was cheaper to wash him than to wash the
clothes she would also have to part with cash to obtain. So when at home,
Julian was placed naked into one of those small inflatable paddling pools
which became his play-pen by day and his bed by night. Usually the only
time he was taken out of it was to wash him and then wash the play
pen. Otherwise he was fed, played and slept in the pool and if he tried to
crawl out, he was beaten. The only other time he was taken out of the
playpen was to star in some pictures with his mother and her client. For a
lot of these pictures, he would be masturbated to ensure his tiny cock was
erect. Other than being taken to the clinic for his check ups and the
doctor if he became sick, Julian did not leave the house. When his mother
went out to look for clientele, he would be left alone. Thus Julian spent a
lot of time crying, because he did not know what else to do; and this, in
the end, was his salvation; as it was a result of complaints from the
neighbours that an investigation was made and his circumstance were brought
to light. The final upshot was that he was removed into social care, and
his mother went to spend some time at her majesty's pleasure.

After this, Julian stayed with a succession of foster families with whom he
never really got along, until he was placed with John and Jean Brackley at
the tender age of nine and a half. Right from the start Julian could tell
that these two people were different, but he was not too sure how that
would affect him and so he still trod warily for quit some time. But the
Brackleys knew of his history and showed some tremendous patience, all the
time treating him as person, rather than as a means of gaining some benefit
in cash out of the government, in fact they spent far more on J than they
ever got out of the social services. They were fair and firm in their
dealing with Julian and gradually he learnt that he could trust them, and
even more gradually became aware that he was loved and, yes, he did love
them back also.

But there were other things as well. For example they respected his privacy
and never came into his room without his permission. Unlike the foster
parents he had been with just before the Brackleys and whom he had run away
from. For a starter he never knew when they would just walk in on him and
the mother regularly searched his room when he was out. Even when he was
having a bath he had no privacy as his bathroom did not lock and at least
five days out of seven his foster mother would have some excuse to go into
his bathroom while he was in the tub. And when she bought him new clothes,
including underwear he was expected to strip off and try the new stuff on
in their presence. At the Brackleys, he was expected to keep his room tidy
and clean, but it was his room and he could do with it as he pleased, so
when they had decided a year ago to redecorate his room, he was allowed to
choose how it would be done up.

And then it was the Brackleys who also got him fixed up with the Holidays
by the Sea project. He started going on these trips when he was ten, and
now at fifteen, going on sixteen, he was being allowed his holiday as an
inmate so to speak, and also a further two holidays as a dorm leader, if
the Brackleys will give their permission that is; and he was quite sure
they would. All he had to do now was to wait for them to get home from work
and he could ask them. For those who do not know, the Holidays by the Sea
project was an undertaking which assisted underprivileged children to have
a holiday in some sunny resort once a year. In Julian's case he had been
going to one of their custom built sites in Helkadiki in Greece for four
years, and had loved it every time. But then he would as he fitted in like
a hand in a glove.

So J made a detour to the kitchen to get some snack and a glass of juice
and then headed to his room with his letter and a growing longing in his
body.


Well one of the readers of my earlier story, said that they found the
chapters too long to read in one go. And so for this story, I am going to
try and keep the chapters a bit shorter. And don't worry; the better bits
will start very soon now. Please write to me

Rick

Previous stories by me which are featured in the Nifty Archive,

Scout Slavery - 9 June 2005 -- gay male/authoritarian
Valley Cottage - 15 October 2005 -- gay male/young friends
Mick and Friends  - Nov 14 2008 - gay male/young friends

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