Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2009 08:29:16 -0800 (PST)
From: solsticeman@yahoo.com
Subject: the-boy-and-the-level

			   The Boy and the Level

				    by

				Solsticeman


It was summer, and would last forever, at least at twelve it seems that
way.

We lived in a small village in the mining valleys of South Wales. Ours was
the poor side of the street. The people opposite had front gardens. Our
side was known as the Long-Row and had no front gardens although our
set-back porch was a little posher than the plain front-doors of friends
that lived in the even poorer side-streets.

This time last year I had passed the 11-plus exam and last autumn I started
at the posh grammar school two villages away. To get to school was a
bus-ride and then a long walk from once side of the valley to the other.

All that isnt terribly important, but it does explain why I was a solitary
figure as I stood in the sun. I was the only one to pass the exam well
enough to be selected for my school. All my friends had continued to go to
schools within the village. They looked on me now as an outsider. Going to
the better school was quite something to have achieved, but it had left me
very lonely!

So there I was; summer, a book (I visited the library twice at weekends...
I did say I was lonely didn't I?) and a rug under my arm. Mam had made me a
picnic for lunch and now the day was my own.

I walked up through the council houses, where my primary school friends
used to live...

I mean they still lived there, its just they weren't friends anymore.

Right, at the secondary-modern school where most of them now studied (or
mostly didn't) and on towards the Welfare. Back in the Depression, the
Welfare had been exactly that, a make-work project for the local men. They
had surrounded the area with a high metal fence and inside they built
sports facilities, even a good bowling-green.

Anyway... beyond the Welfare there was open land with a nice pond or two
and loads of bushes. You had to be careful of the bushes. Some of the
thickets covered the tops of shafts 800 feet deep that had once helped to
ventilate the mines. They had been covered over with timber when they
weren't needed anymore, but the timeber had rotted and local kids had a few
near-misses before it became one of those things we all knew... like
avoiding the dog at the billiard-hall, we also avoided the bushes beyond
the Welfare.

That didn't mean we couldn't sit "near" the bushes. As long as we could see
solid ground we were OK. So that's where I had chosen my favorite place, a
quiet corner amongst the bushes, shady and sunny, open and hidden.

In such a private place I could lay out my rug, and lie down to read.

Lately i had added stripping to my underwear to the list. If you were as
strait-laced as I then it felt wonderfully naughty to take your trousers
off! It was nice to lie in the sun, my chest and shoulders were getting a
nice tan. Where the sun didn't shine was also getting more of a tan... less
of a snow-blindness white anyway. I always ended off the afternoon with a
long slow wank and for that I stripped off even my underwear... how naughty
was that? The tan there was coming along nicely! little by little and
getting bigger and bigger!

I mean, anyone can wank in bed or at bath-time, and wanking in the bathroom
at home is fun, and at school in the bogs is really horny... but totally
naked, out in the fields, hidden only by bushes... that was really
something. My comings had been getting bigger each time.


It was totally peaceful, just a cow here and there. Through the gap in the
bushes I could see the metal-gated end of the entrance to the level. I knew
what a level was... It was where miners in olden times, working coal-seams
close to the surface, drove a sloping roadway down towards the coal. Then
they and the horse could just walk to work instead of the expensive winding
gear that lowered modern miners in a cage. This one had been abandoned for
half a century or more, at least... thats what my mam told me.


By mid-afternoon, I was tired of reading, and it was too hot in the sun, so
I moved into the shade... and took my pants down. The feel of the warm
breeze on my tummy and across the sensitive skin on the tip of my thing was
delicious. I stretched out luxuriously and began to fondle myself... you
know...


It was going well, I was stiff and was already quite excited (I knew from
school-friends that you called it getting-excited). Then I had the feeling
that I was no longer alone!


I looked around me and couldn't see anyone, so I shrugged to myself and
went back to what I was doing, it was easy to not be distracted! Then a
chill breeze made me look up, and I realised that I had been right the
first time... I wasn't alone!

There was a boy standing there looking at me round the bush that lay
between me and the entrance to the level. He looked sad and worried, but
what I was doing had obviously excited him because he had his hand down the
front of his short trousers and was obviously playing with himself! Wow!

I waved to him, trying to be friendly... I didn't want to drive him
away... I had played like this with friends at school just before we broke
up for the summer... it was fun and we only did it twice but that was
enough for me not to want to blow this chance.

He came towards me and I could see that he had been crying.

Boys dont cry in a mining village!

I made a space for him on the rug and he sat down.

"What's the problem mate, can I help?"

"I've lost me butty..." and another big sob!

"Where did you lose him? how old is he?"

"Same as me, same as us... twelve I think.."

"Where did you lose him?"

"Round about here somewhere... I've spent ages looking for him and I'm
tired... I want to go... but I can't go without him" more sobs.


I really had no experience of boys crying... they didn't do it, so I didn't
know how to handle it if they did.


I put an arm around him...

"I've some sandwiches left and some pop... are you hungry?"

"Please..."

He wolfed all the food and drink. He hadn't had a meal in ages.




His clothes were rough and dirty. He saw me looking at them...

"They're me working clothes, I've been searching the level... its dirty in
there"

"Why do you think he's in there?"

"I've looked all over up here, and he's not here, so the mine's the only
place left"



It all sounded a bit silly to me. His mate might be lost but wandering into
the level was daft. The last time I looked there was a steel gate on it. I
decided he was just paniced and needed calming.


I held him to me and his sobs subsided. He was cold so I held him close to
warm him up.


He began to calm down and the pressure of my hard cock against his bottom
reminded me of what I had been doing before he appeared.

"Did you like watching me... you know... playing with myself" I said in a
rush.


He, grinned, and his face lit up.


"Yeah, I do that too... good ennit!"


I took that as encouragement and slipped my hand into the baggy waist of
his short trousers. He wasn't wearing any underwear and my hand made
immediate contact with him.


"You're on the horn too..."

"Yeah, watching you abusing yourself was getting me on the horn like"

Abusing myself... maybe he was a Baptist or something. No-one I knew called
it self-abuse anymore. I'd seen it in a book at the library so I knew what
he meant, but...


This was a boy that needed dis-abusing... I smiled.


I wrapped my fingers around him and began to wank him gently. His breathing
settled and he smiled at me.

"It'll be alright, we'll do this and then I'll help you look"

"Thanks... you're nice"


I undid the buttons on his braces and pulled his pants down. He was quite a
big boy down there, and even had a lot of hair, more than mine anyway!


He reached across, his hand was still chill but it felt nice as he grasped
me and started to wank me off.


"Mm thats nice..."

"Show you whats nicer..."

He leaned across and before I could comprehend what he planned he took my
cock into his mouth. He was good at it!  It would be a good few years
before I got sucked again, and only then would I realise that he really had
been good at it.

"My God, where did you learn that?  I've never..."

"The miners like it, if your hands are all covered in rock or coal-dust you
know its rough, but your mouth, well...."

"Where had he been?"

"Wow, let me..."

I leaned over and took him into my mouth in turn.

He sighed with pleasure and we got into a sort of 69, a soize (or is it
swaz?) as they called it at school, not that anyone ever did it! I didn't
even know someone who claimed to know someone who... and thats rare!"


We got into a rhythm, and my breathing got excited. I could feel his
stomach muscles jerking as I worked on him...

"Oh fuck, this is... Oh fuck... hey", he took a breath... can I?... do you
mind?..."

"What?  just go for it, dont stop, for fucks sake dont stop!"

He misunderstood! I know now that he was asking permission to shoot his
spunk into my mouth, but I was too excited to listen. So...

"Oh, Oh, Oh fuck..."

He jerked and jerked and then he unloaded the sweetest and coldest spunk
I've ever known.

Realising what he had done and what it was that was filling my mouth was
wonderfully dirty and perverse to my 12 year old mind. I completely lost
it. My cock exploded all on its own. He coped well, he swallowed and
swallowed until I stopped jerking.

"Fuck that was good..."

Then...

"Oh fuck! me butty... I should be looking for me butty..."

He was up and pulling up his trousers, his sweet little bottom winking at
me as he ran.

"Wait, wait... I'll help!"

But he kept going, into the level.

I ran after him, but the level was locked and I couldn't follow.

I walked back to my rug, putting my shirt back on as I went.



When I got there... the sandwiches were still there and there my spunk was
all over my book!


And then I remembered ...


The two boys lost into the airshaft in 1912... they never found the second
one.


They looked and looked, but they never found him!

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