Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2005 18:03:00 +0100
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: the valley cottage - 2

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

succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>

A few wrote to me after episode one, but I was unable to answer because
something has gone wrong with it and it won't let me send or reply to any
e-mails.  So my apologies and thanks for the encouragement and kind words.

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.

THE VALLEY COTTAGE

(from the previous bit)

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.

The story continues:

Chapter 3

At last it begins

With Friday being the last day of term we were getting out of school early
and the plan was for Tom and Martin to ride home on the bus with me and we
would leave straight after lunch. Both Tom and Martin's parents had brought
their kit around the previous evening so that they would not have to lug it
all round the school on Friday.

The final bell couldn't come soon enough; but come it did and we rather
excitedly climbed on the bus for the ride home. Some of the other guys on
the bus knew about our weekend and showed they were quite
jealous. Declaring how cool it was to be allowed to go off on our own. It
did make me feel rather special since it was my doing that had got us into
this pleasant state. I was quite proud.

We got home and greeted my mom, who being a star, had already got the lunch
ready so that we could eat without delay and get off. We didn't even have
to change because our school had a tradition of all pupils being allowed to
go out of uniform on the last day of term. Our route was to go off at an
angle across the sheep paddock to the game fence. A corner of the national
park protruded into our farm and there was a public right of way through
with stiles to get over the high chain link fence at either end of the
path. We would use the stiles and take the path through the park to enter
back into our farm the other side. By going this way, we would basically do
one side of a triangle and it would only take us about an hour and a half
to reach the cottage. Giving us a lot of daylight left to get sorted out
and also have some fun and a swim in the dam before we needed to start
preparing our meal.

Of course we could have had my dad take us over to the cottage on the
tractor and trailer, but half the fun of the weekend was to be the hike
there and back. So as soon as we had finished lunch, we hoisted our packs
and set off down the path which led from our back garden through the first
paddock.  "This is so fucking awesome," Martin said as soon as we were far
enough away from the house to be sure we could not be overheard. We were
not allowed to use bad language in front of our parents, but like all boys,
used it to extremes some times when we were alone.  "I have never been
allowed to do something like this before. I'm bloody glad my folks agreed
to it." Tom added.  "You two knob-heads, my father was the one who actually
suggested it.  I think he wanted me to get out of the house so that my mom
wouldn't have to make a fucking party for me."  The other two both answered
that they were glad he had and thought this was going to be the best
weekend in our lives so far.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed when we reached the park fence. Instead of a style
being there, there was a simply a sign which said that some conservation
redevelopment work was being undertaken and that section of the park was
closed until the work was completed. "This is a real bummer. Now we will
have to take the long fucking route around the fence line and that's going
to take fucking ages and ages. Shit!" I was a bit upset to say the least.
"Hey! Hold onto your balls there, mate. So it's a set back, but we can
still make it in time, can't we?" Martin asked.  "Yeah, don't get your
knickers in a knot. It's not the end of the world you know." Tom added.  "I
haven't got my knickers in a knot," I retorted, "in fact I can't get them
in a knot, can I?  And we probably wont' have time for more than just a
splash in the water by the time we get there. Remember we have to collect
some wood for a fire and all before it gets too dark to see what we are
doing, and we don't have enough light to spare to spend it on doing a lot
of things we can get done in the daylight."  "Why can't you get your
knickers in a knot?" Martin wanted to know.  Before I could answer, Tom
spurted out, "'Cause he aint got no fucking knickers on!"  "Oh!" Martin
seemed a bit embarrassed by this fact but soon recovered and went on to ask
Tom if he also was knicker less.  "No!" laughed Tom. "You should know by
now that my name is Tom, not Nicholas."  "All right, Wise ass. Is the snake
free to roam?" Martin shot back.  Tom in his fun mood teased, "Well, that's
for me to know and you to frigging find out."  Tom then got a bit of a
shock, because Martin walked over to him and grabbing the leg of Tom's
shorts put his other hand up the leg, had a feel around, and announced to
me that Tom was not sporting any undies "like the rest of us." Thereby
declaring that he also had no underwear on.

We followed the game fence for about half an hour before coming to where
the style at the other end of the path should have been. I realised then
that it had not taken as long as I thought it would and was quietly a bit
relieved, especially as the others wanted to stop for a rest and drink of
water. We left the track to get under the shade of a tree about 20 yards
away where we sat ourselves down after taking our rucksacks off.  It was
quit warm and I was glad that we were taking a short break. We sat down on
the ground in an un-drawn triangle each facing inwards so that we could
look at each other while we rested and continued our conversation. Martin
sat with his knees apart but bent so that his feet were fairly close to his
bum. When I looked at him, I realised that his cock was on display, and
that I could actually look at it without it appearing that this is what I
was doing. Although I had seen him naked, and new that he was in tact; with
the view I now had I could see that unlike Tom, his foreskin did not
completely cover the head of his cock. There was just the tip with his cock
slit showing. Tom's on the other hand completely covered his head and
puckered up for about a quarter of an inch past the end of his cock
head. Having been circumcised shortly after birth, I had not realised that
there were differences in the foreskin length.  But then the trouble
started because as I was dwelling on these things, my favourite body part
started to make itself known. I immediately tried to change my line of
thought in the hopes that it would go down, but somehow the more I tried
the harder it got.

I sat with my hands crossed nonchalantly in my lap and started to make
suggestions that we should get o with our walk, hoping that this would
cause a reduction in the problem, or else the other two would get up and
move off giving me the chance to get up and follow behind without my tent
pole being seen until it got flaccid. The others agreed and stood up, but
instead of putting their packs on and moving off, they both came over to me
and each extended a hand to help me to my feet.  "Oh, thanks, but don't
worry, you will need your strength to lift your packs up." I said.  "Ah,
we've got plenty of strength left. Come on, take our hands and we will help
the birthday boy. After all what are friends for?" Tom countered.  "Yes!
Come on." Martin continued, "We haven't got all day!"

And that was it. Martin reached down and grabbed hold of my arm and pulled
it upward, forcing one hand to move away from covering my crotch. I just
gave up then and reached up to Tom as well. They pulled me to my feet, and
then Martin let go of my arm and gave my cock a little squeeze, "someone's
feeling a bit woody today."  I must have blushed; I wanted to die, but then
he added, "I'm glad I wasn't the first." He then hugged me and continued,
"I am sure that we will all have it before the weekend is out."

I was shocked. Martin had never shown such affection before, and the only
time we had held each other was when we had been having a rough and tumble
time. But this was something different, and I liked it. I liked it a lot
and so I hugged him back and simply said, "Thanks."

Tom gave me a playful tap on the shoulder and said, "Come on. Lets see how
far we can get before your boner goes down." And with that we hoisted our
packs and set off. For some reason we also seemed to temporarily run out of
conversation. I guess each of us was having our own thoughts about what had
just happened, which we didn't want to share. I knew that was true with
me. I was enjoying reliving the part where Martin gave me a gentle squeeze,
because that had felt so nice; and that of course kept me hard.

We had been walking for about five minutes when Tom drew alongside of me
and stated talking quietly. Then I felt his hand feeling across the front
of my shorts, and giving my still hard cock another squeeze. "Gee, Rick, it
still hasn't gone down."  "No. and neither is it, if you guys keep waking
it up!" I retorted.  "What do you mean?" Martin asked turning around.
"Well. It's calling for some fucking attention, and you're giving it. Of
course it will stay hard." I almost shouted back at them in my
embarrassment.  "You mean you've had a boner all this time?" Martin asked,
"That is real cool. I can't keep up without playing with it constantly."
The conversation was centring around my cock a bit too much and so I
changed the subject by saying we needed to get a move on or else we would
not make it in time to get set up and still get in some swimming and
exploring before it got too dark.

Again we set off in silence and about half an hour later arrived at the
cottage. Fortunately, somewhere along the way my cock lost its rigidity and
returned to an unexcited normal. I took the key off from around my neck
where mom had insisted I keep it so that I couldn't lose it, and unlocked
the door. I pushed the door open and threw out my arm, "Dah-dhum." I tried
to imitate a drum beat type fanfare and ushered Tom and Martin in ahead of
me.  "Wow!" Tom exclaimed, "This is fantastic, "We're going to have a great
time here."  "Hey man! We've even got a table to work at." Martin said.
"What?" I almost ran in the door. Sure enough there was a folding table,
all set up in the one corner, where there never had been any furniture in
the past.

I realised then that my dad must have done this when he came to sort out
the water tank and leave fresh water. Over in the opposite corner I saw
another gift from dad. There were three foam mattresses from out our
campervan.

Martin pointed to the wall behind me and grinned, "That's really cool." I
turned around and up on the wall was a banner which read, "Happy Birthday
Son." I began to wonder about what else dad had set up for us, when Tom
noticed that there was an envelope set up on top of the mantle over the
fireplace.  "Your dad's left you a note." He said.  "Enjoy your weekend and
birthday, son and friends. There is a bit of extra food in the cupboard (I
know you guys are likely to get hungry) and some cool drinks in an icebox
-- thought you might be thirsty after your little walk. I have also left an
extra gas lamp and some matches so that you have enough light. Have fun,
love Dad."  "Man! Your dad's so fucking cool. I wish my dad would do this
sort of thing for me" Martin said.  Tom was quick to add, "Likewise. This
is just tooooooo much!"

We were so taken in by what my dad had done that we had been in the cottage
for about five minutes before we thought to take off our packs. "Shit, it's
good to get this off of me." I exclaimed as I lowered my pack to the
ground, noticing that dad had also swept the place out, and the usual layer
of dust was not there this time.

"Hey guys. Look; dad's left enough wood for a week there and with the extra
light, we don't have so much to do before it gets dark. Let's go and
explore."  "I want to have a cool drink first." Tom said which we thought
was a better idea and so we found the icebox and got a drink.  "Hey, mine's
a little bit frozen still." Martin said holding up the bottle of coke for
us to inspect. There were enough drinks in the box for about six each and I
reckoned the ice would keep them cold at least until morning.  Being
somewhat impatient, we decided to take our drinks with us and so set out to
explore the area around the cottage.


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