Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2005 22:40:33 +0100
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: VALLEY COTTAGE - 1

I hope you like the following story. Any comments would be
appreciated. Please write to me at

succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>

This work is entirely fictional and at the whim of my imagination.

The usual disclaimers etc apply.  This story has explicit accounts of sex
between underage children so if you are under the legal age for your region
or it is illegal to read such material where you are, please leave now.

While I know the first chapters might be a bit boring and rather sexless, I
do not know how other chapters will be, but I do know there will be some
hopefully exciting parts and some neat sex scenes for that is partially the
intention in writing the narrative which follows.

Rick


THE VALLEY COTTAGE

Chapter 1

By Way of Introduction

I think I have always known that I was gay, but did not really know that,
that is what it was called, nor understood quite what it meant.  Especially
before puberty raised its big ugly head.  I mean I knew I was different,
even then when boys did not like girls, they were still curious about what
a girl looked like beneath her clothes. Of course we all had a general idea
pieced together from what we gleaned by listening to our friends and their
older brothers and the like; but no one was really sure. And then there was
me, who had no real desire to know what a girl was like, but who got
excited when he saw a naked boy.

I mean, I used to do all sorts of things to put me in the right place to
get to see as much boy flesh as possible. I was really curious about the
size of penises and how low ball bags hung even in the undeveloped.  My
weekly highlight was to go to the public swimming baths and spend as much
time in the change room as possible. That way I got to see what older boys
had as well and this was even more exciting.  I did not understand why I
found it so, then, but now that I am older and wiser, I realise it is
because I am gay and want the male body.

In fact it was only really when puberty kicked in and I discovered
masturbation that I came to this understanding. Some of the other guys in
class talked of the fantasies they would have when jerking off and they
always involved these incredibly beautiful and willing girls. Whereas, my
fantasies involved my best friend, Martin, who is 18 months older than me,
and at first only went as far as jerking each other off by hand. Of course,
at this stage in my story, he doesn't know this because I have never had
the courage to tell him.  After all, I want to keep him as a friend and
hope that one day I will be able to do more than just look at him and lust.
I have seen him naked on a few occasions, like when he has stayed over, or
we have gone swimming at the public pool together. I know his is bigger
than mine and he has more hair, but I would really like to touch him, and
make him stand up and all.  The best I have ever managed is a fleeting feel
when we have been play wrestling.  He has never said anything about those
times and I know he has sometimes touched me, but I'm sure he didn't do it
on purpose like I did.

But I get ahead of myself.  You see, I think I need to tell about more
about this person who answers to the name of Rick.  About two years ago,
when I was a pipsqueak 12 years old, and those first stirrings in the loins
were making themselves more insistently heard, a new family moved in to the
house next door.  While we had the farm that surrounded the two houses,
they only had a largish garden surrounding their house. That garden was
bordered by a high and thick hedge, but from my room in the attic of our
house I could look down into their garden and also into the windows that
faced onto our house.  They had only one child, a daughter who was about 16
I guess.  She rode on the same bus to school as I did, but as I was too
young, she would never talk to me.  Both her parents worked in the town a
few miles from the farm and so when she got home after school there was
always a couple of hours where she was home alone. When the weather was
warm, she would spend these hours sunbathing in the back garden. I don't
think she knew I could see into the garden from my room and so often she
would sunbathe in the nude.  I cannot remember ever finding this as
exciting as some of my class mates did on the occasions when I brought a
friend home. In fact I never got a hard on watching her, even when she
would play with herself, rubbing her fingers between her legs, and sticking
all sorts of things up her. Neither did a closer inspection through
binoculars bring on any sexual excitement within me.

I don't think Martin had seen her either, even though I had mentioned her
to him, he just never was around when she was doing it. Then one day she
brought a boy friend home on the bus with her. At first they would just
kiss; but on this particular day, they were sitting in the back yard and I
saw her put her hand over his privates. They were still fully dressed, but
he did not stop her and with the help of the bino's I soon saw the bulge in
his pants grow. And this did turn me on. By the next week they were feeling
each other under their clothes, but were still keeping pretty much covered
up. I found myself watching his crotch and masturbating at the same time.
And those wanks were so much more intense than when I just lay there with
my thoughts and my hands. The following week, they did not come outside. I
was disappointed until my gaze landed on her bedroom window. I soon had the
bino's out and was watching as they slowly stripped each other. Man did he
have a boner. His cock was big and hard and stuck straight out from his
body with his balls hanging really low.  I simply had to strip and wank off
as I stood at the window and watched them make love, and all the time my
eyes were devouring the boy. I think this is when I knew for sure that I
was gay. And the one time I saw her go down on her knees and use her mouth
to pleasure the boy gave me new food for fantasies which would last for a
long time.

I told Martin about this episode, a few days later. No! Not about how I
reacted, but about what I had seen. He seemed quite interested and began
asking questions about it all as if I had not mentioned the girl before.  I
should have twigged then, but no penny dropped. Martin did however;
engineer to be around at my house a bit more often in the afternoons after
that. And one day he was rewarded with a show similar to what I had had
before. I couldn't help but notice that his trousers bulged and he had to
make some adjustments. Funny how he needed to use the loo straight after
the little show ended. I must admit I was disappointed because I felt sure
this meant that Martin was straight. Why else would he get turned on by
watching a girl have sex? And I so wanted him to be something other than
straight. Well I guess we can't all have what we want all the time.

Chapter 2

The Real Story Begins

It is coming up to my 14th birthday, and instead of having a party I have
persuaded my folks to let me have a sleep over. But not at home. I got them
to agree to let me use the old cottage in the valley.  About an hour and
half's walk into our farm land, there is a small dam with this unused
cottage nearby. I think that in days gone by, when the farm was much bigger
than it is now, and was used mainly for sheep rearing, the cottage was
where the shepherd would spend some of the evenings as he led the flock
around the various pastures.  It was just a small single roomed building,
with a long-drop style outhouse round the back. There was no running water,
but Dad had put in a water tank some time before and he said he would make
sure it was filled with good fresh water for us. My birthday fell on a
Saturday this year and so I proposed to hike off on Friday afternoon, spend
all of Saturday at the croft and come back on Sunday morning.  I was
allowed to have only two friends and so of course I chose Martin for one,
and then I asked Tom to join us. Tom and I were class mates and he got on
quite well with Martin also, and so I thought that this would work out
o.k. for the weekend.

I had also told Tom about my private show from the next door house and he
had arranged to be around at some appropriate times to see it. He too got a
boner and needed to sort it out in the loo after the show ended. However,
Tom had got my hopes up a bit by passing comments on the boy in the show,
like how big his cock was and how he must enjoy having his prick sucked
because of the expression on his face. And because he did not really
comment on the girl, this led me in my wishful ness to suspect that Tom
might have similar tendencies to my own. But, of course, I was too scared
to broach the subject with him, just in case he wasn't and it destroyed our
friendship. Also he might have spread it around school as we were not that
close friends for me to expect his loyalty at all costs.

The week before the weekend, we got together at my house on the Saturday
morning to discuss and plan what we would need. The obvious things like
sleeping bags and rucksacks were put on the list.

"We are going to have to carry quite a lot of food and we don't want to be
cooking all the time so we better take a lot of ready food." Martin said.

"But won't that be heavier?" Tom asked, "I mean with the tins and things."

"Yeah. It will be heavier, but it will also be easier." Martin said.

"It's o.k. for you, "Tom replied, "You're bigger than us and a bit
stronger."

"I tell you what." I pitched in, "We plan what we want to eat and work out
how much to take and then we look at how much it all weighs, along with our
other gear and go on from there."

"Good idea" both Tom and Martin said almost in unison.

After quite a bit of talk and some small arguments we had completed our
list and dashed off downstairs to raid the pantry.  We put all of what we
could find that we needed into a couple of boxes and carried them back up
to my room.  We then shared the stuff out into three evenly weighted
piles. We added to the one what we thought would be an equivalent of a
third of what was still to be got. Then we put in the other things like
clothes and sleeping bag. Once we were agreed we had a good specimen set we
packed it into the rucksack I would be using and hoisted it onto each of
our backs in turn.  It was a bit of an eye-opener.  Whilst each of us could
manage to stand up with the load, we realised that it would just about kill
us to walk any distance with that weight of pack on our backs.

"It's no use." Tom said, "I just can't manage to go all that way with this
lot."

"O.k." I agreed, "We'll just have to thin it down a bit. Lets unpack it and
lay everything out and we will go through it all and see if there is
anything we think we can leave out."

We took it all out and laid it over my bed.  There certainly was a lot.

"Right," Martin said, "lets see what we can do with this." He picked up the
raincoat and suggested that we could soon get dry and anyway the chances of
it raining were slight. So we tossed that.

"We could also leave the socks out," I said. "We often wear trainers
without socks." Two balls of sock ended up on the reject heap.

"In fact we don't really need a change of clothes for each day either." Tom
added. "If we carry just one pair of shorts each and a shirt that should be
enough." Another shirt and shorts hit the pile.

"And if we free ball it. We won't need these either," Martin grinned as he
picked up the clean underwear, and tossed it on the discard heap. That idea
appealed to me a bit and so I said we could consider it. Tom was rather
more hesitant, and so we agreed that each could choose, but the weight was
in our own packs if we chose to keep the undies, and wouldn't be shared.

Having thinned our clothing right down to the bare essentials, we began to
look at other things. Martin spoke up and said that we really only needed
one torch between the three of us especially as there was a small gas lamp
kept in the cottage. So he suggested, "One of us should carry the torch and
the other two should carry the spare batteries and the gas cartridge."
Martin really was showing his slightly greater experience through age, and
we readily agreed. Another suggestion from Martin was that we take two
sleeping bags between the three of us and one blanket and then we sleep on
top of one sleeping bag opened out with the other bag and blanket on top of
us. That way we will keep each other warm, and save a lot of weight. As we
had already shared beds, albeit not all three of us at the same time, when
we slept over at each other's houses, we decided to go with this as
well. We did a little more paring and finally repacked the rucksack to see
how we had fared.  The weight difference was immediately noticeable.

"I think I could manage to walk at least half a day with this weight." Tom
said.

"Yeah, I agree." I added and then when Martin tried it on...

"Well I could go the whole day!" he said with a grin on his face.

"You're just a show-off," I shouted as I hit him with one of the pillows
that had been axed in the sort out.

"I'll show you who's a show-off," Martin replied as he pounced on me,
knocking me onto the bed and beginning to tickle me.  I am very ticklish
and Martin had discovered this quite recently, and has been merciless ever
since.  The good thing is that I actually like being tickled and have
discovered that I get a bit of a sexual thrill from it. Not to be left out,
Tom piled in too, and soon we were in a right old rough and tumble, all
trying to hold the other down while we tickled him.  More than once I
managed to get a tickle in between either Tom's or Martin's legs, but did
not have the courage to give them the squeeze or feel like I really wanted
to; even when one of them did actually give my own cock a gentle squeeze. I
realised when that happened, that I had an erection, and hoped that whoever
had squeezed, had not realised. I never got the chance to find out, because
just then, my mom called us all down to lunch, and the playing ended. I
tried to work out by watching their expressions as we tidied up and washed
our hands before going downstairs, if the phantom squeezer had noticed my
hardness, but nothing showed in either of them and so it was to remain a
mystery.

We ate lunch and then went out into the garden to enjoy a bit of the
afternoon sunshine and just spent the time messing around not doing
anything in particular. About mid afternoon we went inside to get a drink
and then went on up to my room. There we sat down wherever we felt
comfortable and spent the time talking about the coming weekend when we
would be spending the time at the croft in the valley. Martin was sitting
near the window, and gazing out he saw the girl moving about in the back
yard.

"She's got all her clothes on this time." He interrupted into our
conversation. "I guess the boyfriend is not in today."

"Her folks are also probably at home," I added "I'm sure she only does the
sexy bits when her folks are not around to catch her."

"I must admit, it has been something to watch." Tom added. "Imagine having
a mouth big enough to swallow that guy's big cock!"

"Aw. I don't think it is that big." Martin said, it only looks big because
it is always hard when we see it. I have seen guys younger than him with
bigger ones."

"Well, it is bigger than mine." Tom replied.

"I reckon mines abut the same size as his." Martin said.

"That would make you the biggest out of the three of us then." I retorted,
"So stop showing off."

"I'm not showing off." Martin said. "This would be showing off," he said,
as he lifted his shorts leg up and used his hand to pull his undies tight
against his cock so that we could see the size of it.

"I bet you have just got a couple of socks in there to make it look bigger
and it is hiding off in the corner." I teased. I was hoping that I would
goad him into showing us what he had by teasing him. It had been a while
since I had last seen either Tom or Martin naked, and really felt the need
for a good eye full.

"Well, you are just going to have to believe me, as I have to go home now
and don't have time to prove it to you."

After we had seen Martin off on his bicycle, we went back upstairs and Tom
asked, "Do you really think he had socks in there?"

"No. I mean I haven't seen his dick for a long time, but I think that is
what he was holding."

"Are you going to wear undies, or are you going to free ball it next
weekend?" Tom asked.

"I'm not sure yet. The idea of going without any undies is interesting, but
I'm a bit worried the freedom might lead to some embarrassing erections and
without briefs or boxers to hold it down; it could stick out rather
noticeably. I mean I sometimes get hard for seemingly no reason at all." I
replied, and then realised I had told Tom more than I should have.

"I do too." Tom eased my worries. He couldn't go about telling the school
what I had said without risking me telling the same thing about him now.

"What about you? Are you going to free ball or pack them away?" I inquired.

"Kinda like you." He responded. "I'm not too sure either."

"It was Martin's idea," I said, "so I guess he is going loose. Maybe we
should also and then we will all be the same. What do you think?"

"Yeah... I guess so. Shall we agree then to go without? I think if I know
you will, I will be able to do it also."

"O.k. Let's be daring and leave all undies at home."  We both felt better
having agreed this and I felt just a little excited. Even though I was not
the youngest, Tom held that position, I knew that I was the least
developed, and I hoped that the sexual stimulation of going without might
encourage my goodies to expand a bit faster then they were. I was only 14
at this time and full of those vain hopes.

"What's with all this tickling that Martin does?" Tom asked a little later
into our conversation.

"We were messing about a while back and in the process he found out that I
was quiet ticklish and has been a right swine about it ever since." I
continued, "Now he uses any excuse to have a reason to tickle me, and
because he is quite a bit stronger, he gets me in holds and I am fairly
helpless. The other day he must have done me in just every place I'm
ticklish for at least half an hour. I was virtually useless, and because I
can't stop laughing, he thinks its good fun.

"I quite like getting tickled, sometimes. It can have a bit of an effect on
me though." Martin added.

"It does for me also. Sometimes I feel quite ho..." I stopped myself as I
realised that I was about to admit to getting turned on by tickling.

"You mean, you also get a hard on?" Tom had realised what I was going to
say, but I think only because he knew from his own similar experience.

"Yeah. Sometimes." I left it there, because I was not sure I was ready to
go down this route with Tom yet. Anyway, it was time for Tom to go home if
he was to get home before it got dark, and I knew he was not allowed out on
the main road alone on his bike after dark.

As he was setting off down our drive, we had already said our good byes, he
called back, "I really like being with you Rick, I feel you are my best
friend, thanks." And he was off through the gate before I could reply. This
was something I was going to have to think about a lot between now and our
weekend together.



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