Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2012 18:30:12 +0100
From: Paul Turnbull <paul.turnbull13@gmail.com>
Subject: Three boys I knew Part 2 - Colin

Three boys I knew part 2 -- Colin

The submissions to Nifty I always find the most interesting are those that
deal with early boyhood experiences. Recently, parts of two such
submissions - 'The rec' and 'Dirty Tommy' - have struck an accord with me
when I think of my own boyhood experiences.  One never forgets them so, for
me, now I am divorced, I want to go public and get them off my chest for
once and all. I had sexual liaisons with only 3 boys --Robert, Colin and
Keith - and these occurred between the age of 12 and 14. After that
nothing. This is what happened with Colin - what happened with Keith will
follow in the third instalment. By the way, if you feel any empathy for
what I have written I'd love to hear from you about your (genuine)
experiences at this age. I have already received 4 or 5 very kind and
supportive messages from some of you, and the phrase you nearly all have
used is 'this strikes a chord with me!' Just to clarify it, my email is
paul.turnbull 13 without the space between turnbull and 13.

Colin was 2 or 3 months younger than I and lived in an ordinary
semi-detached house a few streets away. He too attended the Grammar School
where his bearded father was the art master. Colin's family belonged to our
Parish but never appeared at services, however my mother knew Colin's
mother to speak to. We (my family) always felt they led a rather bohemian
existence and gave little guidance to Colin as to what was right and what
was wrong. Colin -- the archetypal 'Just William' - was mischievous and
always scruffy. His school clothes were never quite together with his tie
not correctly tied and his shoelaces undone, yet there was no denying he
was a nice looking boy with his blue eyes and freckles. He wasn't known as
'Dirty Colin' as such but he was widely known as a dirty little boy. Why?
Well not because his clothes looked a mess he was often muddy but because
of a couple of 'dirty' habits of his. He would quite openly ask other boys
if they would like him to stick his finger up their poo holes or,
alternatively, if they would like to stick their fingers up his. Sometimes
he would slip his right hand down the back of his briefs, insert a finger
up his own poo hole and then brandish the finger inviting anyone present to
'lick it clean'. He thought this a huge joke -- perhaps he liked to shock -
but needless to say the response from other boys varied from a reasonably
polite 'get lost!' to a rather more explicit 'f*** off!'

Now, no boy at school in his right senses would be seen hanging about with
Colin to much in case he too was labelled 'dirty', yet after I started to
have sex occasionally with Robert I began to think about Colin quite a
lot. Robert and I never touched each other's bums, and it dawned on me that
what Colin wanted to do was just as forbidden and sinful, or even more
sinful, as what I was doing with Robert. I remember one Saturday morning
out shopping with my mum we bumped into Colin and his mother. My mother
chatted to Colin's mother for a bit and then said, "Mrs Adamson, your Colin
is a VERY attractive boy -- you must be SO proud of him!" Colin gave my mum
a smile to die for, and suddenly I saw him in a new light - beneath all the
scruffiness he was actually a mega attractive if not beautiful boy. As we
walked home I made my mind up to accept one of Colin's 'dirty' invitations,
but how to do so out of earshot of other boys was quite another matter.

At school I began to look out for Colin during break and lunch times and
chat to him in as often as I could. It wasn't long before he realised he
had a friend in me, and then one sunny Saturday afternoon in May he turned
up with his bike, quite uninvited, at my house. I grabbed my bike and we
headed off to some waste land only 5 minutes away We dismounted and dragged
our bikes into some bushes where we found a clearing. There was absolutely
nobody around and my heart began thumping -- how on earth was I going to
ask him to do it with me? I suspect he knew what I wanted, but even so it
was difficult to mention it. "You know that poo hole thing you sometimes
talk about?" I gulped.  "D'you want to do it?" he replied. I simply nodded
and, shaking at the knees with excitement, I started to undress. Soon Colin
was down to his socks and white briefs and I was not far behind him. He
gave me one of his cheeky grins and I felt calmer - I just knew I would do
whatever he asked me to. He turned me round and lowered my underpants just
over my bum. He told me to bend over, put my hands on my bum and open the
cheeks. Obviously my poo hole was now wide open for him to look at. Out of
the corner of my eye I saw him moisten a finger, bring it up to my pink
ring and then I felt him slip it inside me but just a little.

Colin slowly pulled out his finger only to push it back up. Over and over
again he did it to me until he stood up and said "Now you do it to me." It
was the first time I had been penetrated, yet my thoughts were less about
how his finger felt inside me but more about the thrill I felt of being
almost naked with another very sinful boy. Now it was my turn, so I went
behind him and slowly lowered his briefs. I was relieved to see that they
were very clean! He bent over and opened his bum for me so...I licked a
finger, offered it up to his hole (which was also very clean) and gently
inserted it. So far as I can remember I loved the tight feeling of his pink
ring round my finger. As he had done to me, I slipped it in and out slowly
for a few minutes until he too stood up and faced me.  We both had
erections but at the time he didn't seem to want to do anything regarding
cock to cock sex. He had something else in mind. He asked me to bend over
again and he went behind me. The next thing I knew he was rubbing his naked
bum all over mine. I thought the feeling was just so wonderful that I kept
him doing it for as long as I dared stay away from home.

So -- Robert had had his 13th birthday, I was only 2 months away from mine
and Colin was 2 or 3 months younger. Robert was calling for me perhaps once
a month but by the end of July it was all over between us. Colin was
calling more frequently, but I was in a quandary over him. He was beginning
to get into trouble at school as his behaviour was becoming more and more
unacceptable. Also he had been caught trespassing with another boy - not me
thankfully - and had had a warning from the Police. My mother told me not
to be too friendly with him, and I have to say I was really scared that one
day he might spill the beans about our sexual activities. However I just
longed for the sex games we played together, and whenever he did turn up at
my house I went with him most enthusiastically to our favourite hiding
places to undress and enjoy his finger up inside me. After my 13th birthday
and my first ejaculations I asked him to masturbate with me after one of
our sex sessions, but he didn't seem interested. Instead he simply watched
me as I did to him what Robert had done to me -- masturbated myself to a
climax in front of him.

I found all this very thrilling. To be the son of a Vicar I was supposed to
have an exemplary character, yet here I was secretly enjoying sexual acts
with another boy that my parents and most adults would have thought to be
absolutely disgusting. There were two aspects to how I felt about it all
but I find it hard to explain. Firstly the pleasurable feelings we got from
stimulating the nerve ends around the private parts of each other's bodies,
then secondly, and quite separately, the thrill of simply taking part in
completely forbidden and sinful acts with another boy. I found Colin so
attractive that I could not ever, had I wanted to, refuse him. Although
everybody else thought him to be dirty and scruffy I was probably the only
person who knew his white briefs and his pink ring were beautifully
clean. Each time we went to a secret place to undress I loved the way --
just in his white briefs and socks -- he would give me an impish grin
before we started our games. On one occasion in early August (while Robert
was entertaining his cousin) I remember having enjoying an open air session
with him and, being desperate to ejaculate, I went behind him and thrust my
cock onto his pink ring. When he realised what I was doing he sprang away
and said "Are you queer or what?" This took me quite by surprise, so we got
dressed and went home in silence. I was now considerably worried. Would
Colin spread word round that I was queer? I was glad our family holiday was
about to start and I wouldn't be seeing him until the autumn term started
in September.

As it happened, Colin wasn't allowed back at the Grammar School because of
his behaviour. He transferred to one of the Secondary Modern schools in the
area and, although he only lived a few streets away from me, he never
called again. Probably just as well because had he called again I doubt I
could have resisted the temptation to go with him. Yes, I was relieved in
one way as I had not been found out, but sorry in another -- I had now lost
both of my sex friends. I was however to have sex with one other boy,
Keith, before we moved to a new Parish the following August.