Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2005 15:08:17 +0100
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: THE VALLEY COTTAGE - 4

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

succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>

Yeah, I know it is a different one again, but at least this one seems to
work o.k. and I can send replies to your mailings.

Thanks for the feed back I have already received. It is appreciated

I know i said it would be a while, but i managed to get this finished
before leaving for holiday, so you get it and will have to wait for part
5. - enjoy.

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)

I lay there thinking for a while and then, "Do you think we could it again
another time? I asked.

"You better believe it. I hoped this would happen over this weekend, and I
want some more too. Do you want it again now?"

"Yes and no. I do, but I think I'm too tired to do it." I replied. "Maybe
tomorrow."

"O.K." Martin replied and turned his head to face me. We were so close our
noses bumped.

Martin gave me a little peck kiss and said, "Sleep tight, then. And happy
birthday."

"Thank you; goodnight." I answered back, savouring the thought of that kiss
as I dropped off to sleep.

Chapter 6

THE MORNING OF MY BIRTHDAY

The sun rose at about 5 a.m., but as we had not got off to sleep until at
least 2 hours past our normal bed-time and because we were teenagers and
who gets up at 5 in the morning anyway? We did not wake up till after the
sun had been shining for a while. I guess I must have stirred at about
7.00; and that stirring was something else. I woke up with the normal
morning woody, but things were a bit different this morning. For a starter,
on opening my eyes I looked straight onto the face of the still sleeping
Tom which was a mere 6 inches from own. The first time I could recall
waking up so close to another person ever. But added to this our two
morning glory's were having a little fencing duel with each movement we
made. As exciting as this was there was more, for Martin had snuggled up
onto my back. He was facing me and had got so close that his body was
touching mine from my shoulders to my thighs. He also had a hard-on, which
was slowly moving backwards and forwards between my legs right up against
my ass crack. Each forward thrust, rearranged my ball sack a bit. I guess
this is what had woken me up, and it did not take my half awake brain long
to decide that this is a way I liked being woken up.

Martin must have realised that I was awake for he whispered very quietly in
my ear, "Morning Sunshine".  I could feel his warm breath passing over my
cheek as he spoke.

"Morning Randy" I replied. Then I moved my hand down to reach between my
legs so that I could rub against his cock head as it moved forward. Martin
reached a hand over and gently tickled my nipple for a few moments before
moving his hand down to start slowly jacking my cock. My hand was in the
way so I moved it over to rest on his thigh and let him continue to pump
his cock between my legs. As he stroked my cock, he would hit Tom's cock
and this eventually woke him up.

"You two at it again?" he queried when he realised what was happening, and
threw back the covers to expose all three of us. "Would this be the right
time then to wish you a happy birthday?" He asked.

"Thanks, I replied. Not too sure how else to answer.  I was a bit
embarrassed at being caught in the act so to speak. Something which Martin
did not seem to care about.

Just then Martin started to really thump into me and I realised that he
must be about to come. I don't know why, but I slid my hand over his butt
and began to lightly rub, or rather tickle, the cheek my hand could reach.
His speeding up also involved the rate at which he was pumping my cock and
I knew it would not be long before I too would be shooting. With a loud
grunt and a shove that literally moved my body on the bed, Martin began his
orgasm. His first blast shot out across the bed, but the rest of his
ejaculation, was caught by my ball bag and began to run down the crease
made where my leg joined my body. Feeling the slightly ticklish sensation
this caused and I guess knowing what it was, fired my own orgasm and I shot
out a load, mostly onto the bed, with a bit remaining in Martin's
hand. This he proceeded to smear over my stomach and tits.

"Oh Gross!" I exclaimed, but did not make any effort to move or to stop
Martin because I really enjoyed being caressed. Martin then rolled away
from me onto his back and his cock which was still hard flopped back onto
his belly making a light smacking sound.

"Tom, come over here and let Rick relieve your tensions, as a birthday
present to him." Martin ordered.

"And what if I didn't feel like doing that?" I asked.

"I know from the way you did me last night that you like doing it and so I
thought that Tom could get in on the act as he hasn't had any goodies yet
this morning." Martin replied.

"I need to go for a piss." Tom said. He had neither accepted nor refused
the offer and went outside to the privy leaving us in a bit of confusion.

While he was out Martin said, "If he accepts you doing him, I'll get our
breakfast ready while you do it."

"No ways. We all need to help with the chores." I objected.

At this Martin sat up, and swung a leg over me so that he could sit
straddling my hips with his bum holding my still slightly stiff cock
down. He then proceeded to tickle me whilst saying, "Today is your birthday
and we are going to make it as special as we can and so you are not going
to have to do any of the dull things. Tom and I will do it."

"But I enjoy doing a bit of cooking." I countered.

"Well, you can help with the meal tonight then, but breakfast is on me so
go to it and give Tom a good old wanking." Martin both conceded and
ordered.

Just then Tom walked in and said, "I agree with Martin. I want a wank and I
want breakfast and it is your birthday."

"You've been listening outside haven't you?" I questioned.

Martin did not give him time to respond because he had got up to the bed by
then and Martin left off tickling me to grab Tom and pull him down next to
me. "Now go to it you two; I've got work to do."

I hadn't yet had a real opportunity to look at Tom's cock and all for a
while and I really wanted to have the opportunity to feel him and so
quickly took up my post. I got on my knees beside Tom, facing his head and
took hold of his dick in my hand.

"Use this." Martin said, and handed the baby oil to me.

I put a liberal amount on Tom's dick and smeared it around in his pubes and
over his balls. I then changed positions so that I could more easily employ
two hands on the job. Using my left hand to jerk him, I moved my right hand
up to play with his nipples remembering how this had intensified the
feelings in my cock when Martin had done the same to me. But as I am right
handed I found that it was awkward to wank him with my left and so I left
his nipples and swapped hands to use my right on his prick and my left to
play around with his balls and between his legs. This way I was able to
pull his foreskin right back and see his cock head pop out; it was a more
livid colour to mine and I presumed the deeper purple was because it was
covered more and so was not affected by other outside sources like mine
was. Just what these outside sources might be I hadn't given a thought
to. Tom really seemed to like it when I pulled the skin all the way back
and then rubbed what to me is the most sensitive spot on my dick – just
below the head on the underside. He must have been quite horny because it
was not long before he was lifting his hips to pump his cock into my
hand. I started to move a bit faster and also to rub a bit harder between
his legs. With this the timing got just right one time and my hand was on a
downward thrust when he pushed up and my index finger found his arse. It
was only for a fleeting second and quite accidental, and I was not sure
what to do, until he asked me to do it again.

"Do what again?"

"Rub my ass-hole"

"Is it nice?"

"Shut-up and just do it before I explode." He finally demanded. I did, not
knowing yet just how much pleasure this gives.

"Just keep rubbing around there, pleeeease" Tom cried.

I did as requested and soon felt the contractions as he began to cum and
shoot his sperm in a fountain. His first blast was so strong that it hit me
in the face as I was kind of leaning over him to get my hand down to his
bum.

 Without thinking about it, I stuck my tongue out and licked off the cum
which it could reach. Only when I tasted this alien flavour, did I realise
what I had done.  I was kind of surprised because though I had watched the
next door's boyfriend getting a blowjob, and had fantasised about it during
some of my solo sessions, I had thought I would be a bit grossed out if it
really happened to me, but I wasn't. In fact I quite liked the taste and
decided I would try it again some time. Tom hadn't seen anything because he
had his eyes tightly screwed shut in enjoying the intensity of his
experience.

"Fuck me," he said, "that was fantastic. Thanks"

"Right you sex fiends." Martin called. "This bacon will be ready soon and I
will do eggs as we eat so that they don't get rubbery so you best get ready
for breakfast. And Tom, you just used the `f' word so we will decide your
punishment after breakfast"

"O.k. But I need a piss first." I said and got up to go outside.

As I walked out the door, Tom said, "I'll just get my shorts on."

"No you won't." Martin said, "We will eat our breakfast in the nude, unless
birthday boy objects. But you can get a kettle on the fire so that we can
have some coffee after breakfast."

When I walked back into the cottage, Martin asked. "How do you want to eat
your breakfast, dressed or naked?"

I was quite enjoying being naked and the freedom which we seemed to have
with each other so I plumbed for the naturist way and suggested that as we
didn't have chairs inside, we could go outside and sit on the rocks to
eat. This we did. Just as we were scraping the last bits off of our plates,
Martin said he would get the coffee and went off to do that. Tom turned to
me and asked, "Do you like what we have done this weekend? I mean, does it
turn you on to touch my cock and all?"

"Yes," I answered. "It is quite nice. I never thought it would happen
though. How about you?"

"I have liked it when you or Martin has jacked me, and when you stuck your
finger on my hole, it was something else. Does this make us queers?"

"I'm not sure. I don't think we should decide this right now anyway. I mean
I'm not turned on by girls at all, but who knows, we're still young and
things might change."

Martin walked out with three cups of coffee just then and added, "I would
let Rick's neighbour suck my cock if she wanted. But I still have enjoyed
doing it with you guys; and want to do some more."

"But you haven't sucked our cocks, or been sucked by us. What do you mean?"
I asked.

"I mean I would like to have some more fun with us three like we have been
doing already, and I would like to have my cock sucked as well." Martin
answered.

"I'm not sure I'm into sucking a cock." Tom said.

"Me neither. But I think I could handle having mine sucked." I added. "In
fact I like the idea of just being able to lie there and have everything
done to me without having to do anything back. But I do enjoy playing with
you guys as well. I just think it would be really great sometimes to just
be pleasured, slowly and fully."

"Martin," Tom asked, "Have you ever had a blowjob before?"

"Not really. There is this girl in my swim team who kissed me through my
Speedo last season, but that was only on a dare that she wouldn't be brave
enough and that I didn't have the balls to let her."

"Wow! How did it feel? What happened after that?" I questioned.

"I got an instant woody which was well on show and very embarrassing and
the girl told me not to get any ideas. She has avoided me ever since,
too. It was nice and even now I get hard just thinking about it"

We both looked at Martin and saw the truth in what he said for little
Martin was standing tall and proud.

"Right, let's get cleaned up and do something." Martin suggested. I think
more to change the subject from his present woody. "Tom, you used the `f'
word and so your forfeit is to wash the frying pan and utensils, while I
wash the plates and cups."

"And I will dry," I offered.

"No you won't." both Tom and Martin chorused.

"We told you before," Martin went on, "Today is your birthday and we will
do the chores."

"Yeah." Tom added with a broad grin, "Go and play with yourself or
something. Us guys have work to do."

I must admit I did not take much persuading because I hated doing dishes. I
went over to the bed and smoothed the bags and blanket out and then lay
down on it, flat on my back with legs and arms spread to enjoy the freedom
of being naked some more. My enjoyment was short lived because it did not
take Tom and Martin long to do the dishes, and then they were calling over
to me to get up and stop showing myself off.

We decided that we would go exploring again, and then have a swim before it
got too hot, when we could come in for lunch.

"Should we do it naked?" Tom suggested.

"I wouldn't like to get hooked up in a thorn bush with nothing on." I
answered

"Also we don't want to get our parts sunburnt." Martin added. "And I never
thought to bring any sun lotion."

"Shirts, shorts and trainers it is then." I said.

We set off with an added extra of a water bottle each as well and went
scrambling among the rocks, exploring as well as playing the odd little
game here and there. It was amazing how well we got on with each other and
how free we felt amongst ourselves. It seemed like we had been intimate
with each other for ever and were now totally comfortable talking about
anything. You never can tell what a couple of group wanks can do. By mid
morning, we had gone in a big circle and found ourselves back at the
cottage and decided we might as well go swimming until it was time to get
lunch. We took off our clothes and being barefoot again minced our way down
to the water. At least this time, we knew our clothes were in the cottage,
and also we did not have so far to go to get to it. Our swimming turned
into the same game as the day before and each time we were on, we aimed to
tag our victim by grabbing his cock. Needless to say, we all had boners and
enjoyed it.

As the sun was reaching its climax in the sky, dark storm clouds started to
gather and blot the sun out. We were not to perturbed about this because
how much wetter could we get anyway? However, when the lightening began to
flash across the sky, we knew being in the water was not a safe place to
be, and so we got out and headed for the cottage.  The clouds and rain
caused the temperature to drop and being wet we felt it. Not wanting to get
our clothes wet, we decided instead to build a fire and get some coffee on
the go while we prepared our lunch in the nude. Again, Tom and Martin would
not let me do any work on account of it still being my birthday.

"But it will get boring just sitting here by myself, while you two are busy
doing things," I complained.

"O.k. then," Martin seemed to capitulate, "You can sit by the fire until
you are dry and then you can sort out our bed because it looks like we will
be spending the afternoon indoors and we will need somewhere comfortable to
do whatever we end up doing."

"OH great!" I responded, "and Yippee-yi-aye. That's really going to keep me
occupied for however long it takes you to prepare lunch."

"Look Ricky-Dickey," Tom said, "We need to feel that we can do something
for you for this bloody marvellous weekend you have given us for your
birthday. Please cut us some slack – hey?"

"Can the Ricky-Dickey right now. My name's Rick. And you are here so that
my weekend will be great for my birthday – its not going to be so great if
all I do is sit around in the nuddy."

"Yeah, o.k. mate," Martin said. "We hear you, and I promise you, you won't
just be sitting around in the nuddy.  But I understand what you're getting
at and so once you have done the bed, you can make the coffee."

"Gee, Thanks. You're all heart." I countered.

"Listen making this lunch aint too exciting either and we already agreed
you can help with the supper tonight if you still want to." Tom added.

"Yeah. O.K. guys, I'm just being an arsehole. I know you just want to do
something special for my birthday, but you have already done that by coming
here with me."

Tom and Martin both packed out laughing, and I realised the double meaning
of what I had just said and so started laughing as well. "That is not
exactly what I had intended for you to understand from what I said." I
pointed out which just made the giggles go on a bit longer.

This bit of banter did however cause some of the time to pass and being dry
I proceeded to obey my instructions and straighten the bed out and then
make some coffee for our lunch. This timing was near perfect and both lunch
and coffee were ready at the same time.

Chapter 7

A DIFFERENT BIRTHDAY PRESENT.

When lunch was finished, Tom and martin ordered me to lie down on the bed
while they cleaned the dishes and then they said they would have something
for me. This got my curiosity up as I was sure they had not brought
anything extra in their kit, and so I was a bit confused as to what they
meant. Hating doing dishes, this time I did just do as asked and went and
lay down on the bed. Having had a fairly busy day already, and with the
warmth of the fire and calming sounds of the rain, I started to doze off
and was not aware of what Tom and Martin were talking about while they
cleaned up; but I was going to find out in a very pleasant way.

I was vaguely aware of them approaching the bed as I lay there on my side,
half asleep.  Tom moved over near my head and knelt down with his bum
touching his heels. Martin came and knelt down next tome in line with my
hips. He put his hand out and began to stroke my bum, while Tom began to
play with my ear and run his fingers through my hair. This action brought
me out of my sleepy state and I asked them what they were doing.

"Remember what you said you would like? Well Tom and I are going to give
that to you. We've talked about it and decided what we think you would
like, but if we aren't doing what you want; then let us know and we will
try to get it right."

"What did I say I would like? I can't remember. I said so much." I asked.

"You said you would like to be able to just lie there and have everything
done for you and not have to do anything back in return" Tom said.

"Hey, you guys! You really don't have to do this," I said, rolling over on
to my back so that I could see them better.

"No. We don't," Martin said, "but we want to."

"And listen, we will also get out of it. I want to be able to feel another
boy and bring him pleasure, but have never had the courage or opportunity
to before." Tom said.

"Same goes for me," Martin added, as his finger drew little circles around
my navel causing the muscles in my tummy to jump in a rather pleasurable
way.

"What are you planning on doing then," I asked.

Tom chuckled, "Well to start with I am going to let you have my hard on as
a pillow, and while you head is resting on my cock, I am going to massage
it and your chest, paying particular attention to those two little bumps
you seem to have there."

"And I am going to oil and rub other parts of you, and just maybe something
else, but I will have to think about that a bit first." Tom continued, and
held up the bottle of oil. All the time he was gently massaging my tummy
and had moved a bit lower to where he was rubbing just above my cock, on
the line where my main growth of pubes ended.

Tom put his hands under my head and lifted it so that he could shuffle his
knees under it, and then gently lowered my head onto his lap. I didn't get
his cock as a pillow because it was standing straight up and would have
been more of a spike than a pillow. However, as he moved forward, I could
feel his prick rubbing along the top of my head. This was quite strange,
and something I had never imagined, but it did give me a bit of a thrill. I
guess he was masturbating himself against my head as he moved backward and
forward while massaging my chest. Whenever those ministrations reached to
my nipples, I was on cloud nine, it was soooo good.

Meanwhile, Martin had been working a bit lower down, and had managed to
excite every sensory nerve ending in my stomach and thighs. He had moved my
legs apart and was kneeling between them and had massaged my thighs, inner,
front and outer, and my tummy, without touching my cock and hardly touching
my ball bag, but still I was leaking pre-cum like a fountain. His hands
then moved around and worked their way under my buttocks and he lifted my
pelvis a bit, calling to Tom to put something under there to hold me
up. Tom bunched up the sleeping bags and blanket and rather roughly rammed
them under my arse. To do this he had had to let my head go down between
his legs and lean over me, kneeling with his knees up against my
shoulders. This did present me with an upside down birds-eye view of his
goodies as well as his arse crack and even a bit of the puckered hole. This
was yet another new experience for this weekend. There had already been so
many things which I had never experienced in the past. I think it would
take me a month to go over and remember them all. Tom then returned to
doing his work on my chest; but instead of putting my head back in his lap,
he left it on the bed. I think if he had tried to lift it up onto his legs
again, it would have made me very uncomfortable with my pelvis also raised
in the air. But this did mean that Tom's cock, instead of rubbing along the
top of my head, (and lubricating my hair with his pre-cum) was now swinging
above my eyes, or rubbing across my forehead and when he did a long stretch
to reach further down my torso, sliding over my cheek.

With my pelvis raised, Martin was able to reach further around and soon
found my own puckered hole and started to give it a finger
massage/tickle. Then I felt a warm breeze blowing over my cock and ball
bag. It was Martin's breath. Suddenly, finally, oh and it was heaven,
Martin was at last sliding his finger up and down my shaft. Only, it wasn't
a finger. It was his tongue – hence being able to feel his breath in that
area. The realisation hit me – Martin was licking my cock. His tongue was
lapping up the precum that had run down the length of my cock. The thrill
of this caused me to shudder involuntary and just as involuntarily to let
out a groan of pure ecstasy.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked in alarm as the shudder and groan came at the
same time.

"This is pure joy. It's awesome. It's, it's ..." I just couldn't find the
words to express what I was feeling. My best wank paled into total
insignificant oblivion compared to this.

Martin didn't say anything because he had now proceeded to engulf my whole
cock with his mouth and was using his tongue to excite my cock head almost
beyond what I could bear. In addition to this, he now had one hand stroking
and tickling my scrotum, gently rolling my balls around inside the sack,
while the other hand continued the ministrations on my bum and its centre
point.

Needless to say, it was not very much longer before I could feel the build
up coming and I called out to Martin in particular, "I'm going to shoot,
I'm going to cum!" Instead of taking his mouth away and jerking me to
orgasm with his hand as I thought he would, Martin continued to give me the
blow job. "I'm really close now." I warned and exploded straight into his
mouth. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced and even if I did
not shoot great volumes of cum, after all I had already off loaded once
that day, I continued to contract and pump until I had to plead with Martin
to stop as I could not stand it any longer. The feelings were so intense; I
thought my body might just explode like my cock had.

"Gee, thanks guys. That was fucking awesome; you just can't believe it. But
Martin, I'm sorry I blew into your mouth, I tried to warn you."

"You did warn me and I ignored it because I wanted to eat your cum." Martin
said.

"You did? What was it like?" I demanded to know.

"It was nice," Martin said, "Different, but nice."

"I don't think I could even get my mouth near a cock, let alone eat the
cum." Tom said. He was still kneeling over my head and just at that moment,
his cock was pointing the way down the middle line of my face, with the tip
of his foreskin just over my lips. He had a huge drop of pre-cum which
dripped and dangled until the thread it was hanging by stretched enough for
the drop to reach my lips. I put out my tongue and tasted it. It's
saltiness appealed and so I lifted my head and let my tongue run over the
end of his cock as my head dropped back to the floor. Tom almost jumped; he
got such a fright because he was not expecting it.

Seeing it, Martin yelled, "Atta-boy Rick,"

"What do you think of that Tom?" I asked.

"It was good," he admitted, "A shock, but very nice."

Martin then said, "I know you used the `f' word just now, Rick, but I think
in this one case we should make an exception. Don't you Tom?"

"I didn't even notice, so I guess we will have to." Tom answered

"Sorry and thanks," I simply replied, and yawned. I was suddenly quite
weary. "What you want to do now? I could actually handle a bit of kip." I
continued.

"Sounds like a good idea. Still raining outside, and not much else to do
inside." Tom agreed.

"I'm game for that also," Martin added. "Now if we could just get this sex
starved boy to move his sweet ass, we can all get under the covers for a
bit of shut eye."

We shuffled around so that we could get the one sleeping bag over us and
lay down as we had the night before. Me in the middle and all of us totally
naked, and were soon mimicking the cartoon drawings of the man sawing wood.

(More to come in number 5)