Subject: Chapter Five of English-Village-Life Thank you to everyone who has emailed to talk about `English Village Life’ and Peter and Roger. Their story is not over and I hope there will be some surprises ahead. In fact your encouraging responses have led me to change the emerging story and make it bigger than it was when I first planned it. Obviously the responses that give approval are welcome but I also liked other messages with suggestions including one that said it reads too much like a report and needed more dialogue to create the characters. I think that’s a fair point in many ways and dialogue would help reduce the flatness of characters. If I was starting again I would do it differently, so thank you. However, creating a 1960s story in terms of the dialogue that was used back then is not as easy as writing dialogue for today. You will find more dialogue in the ongoing chapters. If reading a story of sexual relations between a teenage boy and an adult is illegal in your country then please do not read this story. If you find activity by teenagers with adults offensive again do not read it. Whatever you do please donate to support Nifty and its website. For a brief summary Peter is a rather shy twenty two year old student back home for the long summer holiday. He meets fourteen year old Roger who is also shy and extremely good looking. Roger has secret desires which became a little clearer in chapter three but he is worried at being found out. Peter although only in his early twenties is mature and guides Roger as well as having lustful desires about the teenager. Both Peter and Roger realise they are gay although this may be more of a shock to Roger. Roger’s friend Philip appeared in chapters two and three but will not be a significant presence until chapter six at least. Please enjoy Hello Nifty readers I’m Roger so I’m part of the story Peter has been sharing with you. Well, all this was a long time ago. By now you will know I’m in my sixties so I leave you to work out how ancient Peter is. Even my sister Jo is well in her sixties now and she’s going to be part of this next section. Peter has me down as a shy kid which is true, I was, well I still can be. It’s kind of him to say I was good looking and so on. Where that led to is for me to keep to myself, until I want to share it with you. Yes, I like teasing now. Back then, well, I do remember the day at the start of my fourth year at the grammar school (all boys of course) when I arranged with Peter to call in at his house on my way home. He’d said there wouldn’t be anyone there then and I’d given Mum and Jo an excuse – after school club I expect. So how did I feel that day? Not as nervous as you might expect actually. I knew what I wanted to do and it had to be with Peter. I was going to have sex and sex with a guy. I doubt if anyone in my class had had sex and certainly not with a guy. I’d gone to the bogs after lunch before afternoon lessons, squirted my ass with talc having made sure I was as clean as I could get down there. All ready then. Bus ride back and no chat really on the bus. The stop I always got off at was not far from Peter’s house so there I went. I’ll hand back to Peter for this next bit… he does get it right. Roger had restarted school He was known by teachers as a polite, shy boy who did well in every subject even though he did not like PE or Games. He has told you about how we planned to meet. Roger had been round once before very briefly so knew about my Dad’s shed although he didn’t know much about what was in there. After all it was just a shed for garden equipment and my Dad’s tools of which he had a large supply. Neither of us really wanted to be inside the house this time. I knew Roger had given his family a reason for being back a bit later than usual so everything was ready. I had showered that afternoon and had been careful with the talc having now the sweetest smelling bottom you could find. Just after four pm Roger walked round the side of our house to where I was waiting. We nodded and nothing more but then we talked about school, his weekend, anything really to bring a sense of normality to life. Without saying anything much we walked to the shed, hardly a long walk! It gave me a chance to appraise this school pupil Roger. There he was in a white shirt, black and red tie, black blazer and grey trousers. He was so slim, compact and utterly hot. ankara eve gelen escort You wouldn’t know there was a four inch cock inside those trousers. Yet I also worried: what was I, a guy of twenty two, doing with this absolutely gorgeous kid? I shouldn’t be doing this, should I? We were standing inside the shed now and Roger looked around at Dad’s gardening equipment and his prized collection of tools. `Yeh.. quiet.. just us then. Nice garden tho.’ `Yes… Are you OK about being here?’ Course I am. I want to.’ He turned towards me, not with a smile but with a look and I ran my hand across his shirt. `Tie will get in the way.. I’ll take it off’. I lent in and kissed him, just gently.. just to find out how he felt.. his response was an open mouth and a tongue that sought mine. He wanted to do this. You taste nice… got yourself ready for this. I looked into his eyes. There was a smile but also just a hint of worry. I undid Roger’s shirt, running my hands over his chest, shoulders and his nipples as he lifted my t shirt and in turn rubbed my nipples. We kissed more fully and now I ran my hand over his trousers feeling that cute bum inside grey trousers. That grey was just so sexy. We were standing so I could stroke across his bum and even put my hand between his legs caressing his balls. Roger sat on the bench now and gave a shy smile. He rubbed across my shorts as he usually did saying, `wow…’ What he didn’t say was `How’s that going to get inside me?’ I had to make this gentle. It’s me Roger again. I looked round this shed which was pretty decent for size. On one wall were some pegs and what I thought were Peter’s Dad’s gardening clothes: old trousers, shirt and so on. There was a belt in the trousers. In the corner were bamboo canes he probably used as my Dad did to tie up plants and vegetables. Back to Peter. Belt and bamboo canes there. Is your Dad kinky sometimes? Not as far as I know. Yeh, his stuff is there. Why? Have you been caned? Nah, some boys at school have been and last year Mr Frost caned John Tucker in front of the class � three good whacks too. I loved watching it. You enjoyed seeing it? Well, I’d had my first proper wank the day before and that got me hard again. Kinky boy then. Maybe. You know about the dressing up anyway so who knows. I might need the cane later anyway. With his shirt open, blazer off, I ran my hand across his trousers again and found Roger was hard. I waited for him to undo his belt and then I unzipped him. My hand was inside now feeling pale blue pants containing a hard package. I lowered myself so I was almost knee high as I pushed his trousers down leaving his pants there. It was Roger who kicked his trousers off leaning back just wearing pants and now with his legs wide apart. `Help me’. It was said simply almost whispered and I knew what he meant. He needed lube, preparation. I raised his legs and pulled his pants down so I could give his cock a kiss. I had Vaseline on the bench and just said, `Ready?’ `Yeh’ I raised his legs and looked at that beautiful bottom exposed to me and with a lubed finger spread Vaseline the length of his crack and round his hole. `Ow that’s cold.’ With one finger deeply spread with Vaseline I ran it into his bum hole slowly. It was easier this time and soon my finger was spreading lube inside. I worked my finger forward and back. That’s nice.’ I showed him the candle and got a nod, `yeh start with that’. We were going to do this slowly and carefully. I ran some Vaseline around the candle and now inserted it just a little. A shudder at first, then `ow… no Peter… don’t stop..keep going’ The candle went in slowly at least two inches inside now and with that I massaged his bum hole. A sigh and then a `Yes’ This was candle fucking now as Roger raised his ass and held me… `go in deep’. I did and backwards and forwards went the candle as Roger sighed and moaned. He was so hard now and he almost screamed as in fact I found his prostate and the result was explosive. `Oh oh’ he groaned and almost screamed before tensing and giving a final cry as his cum shot up and fell back over his stomach. We had done it but I still wanted to caress Roger’s bottom. He sighed heavily and breathed in and out and then I licked his balls and slowly began to give him a rimming. Moans again and I smelt talc � Roger had prepared gaziantep escort his bum as well as I had. My tongue was now deep in Vaseline and his love hole. He lent back and let me lick all along his ass. But then a quick move, `I haven’t got long… lie back instead of me.’ We swapped places and completely naked now I raised my legs for Roger to lube me. His fingers went in and then the candle.. oh it felt good… I sighed and moaned as he worked me but there wasn’t enough time to bring me off. We kissed finally and both dressed ourselves again. Both fully respectable now with Roger a picture of teenage innocence, he lent in and kissed me. `I wanted you to do that to me tho next time I want your cock. Pity I couldn’t get mine inside you… next time I hope.’ I still hadn’t cum but Roger simply lowered my shorts and pants and sucked me off as if he had done it many times. I looked down at his full brown hair, his cute face and felt my balls boiling. Oh it was an explosion which Roger swallowed. We kissed again as lovers. Checking the shed there was no mess and we made sure everything was as it was before we went in. A quick check of watches showed us we had been inside for just under half an hour. `I want you inside me Peter. I now know I do and I don’t mind if you do Philip’ `I want that too with you. Can we meet on Friday?’ `Yes, usual place’. `Yes… earlier tho.. make it six.’ Roger left after a final kiss, a far more confident boy now. He had had his prostate massaged and had had a big cum. He wanted more. He was not much more than half an hour later than usual in getting home and it was easy to make an excuse. I had an evening to myself with lots to relive and much to think about. Reliving Roger with his legs raised and willingly having a fucking from a candle left me erect, happy and soon to squirt. I hid all evidence of our tryst and simply waited for Mum and Lizzie to come home. I now knew it didn’t matter to me that Roger was still at school. I imagined him walking home proud of himself but probably with a slightly sore bottom. The next day seemed to drag. I imagined Roger in school, with friends. Meanwhile I finished all the work tasks I had set myself and waited to see what would happen next. On the Friday I was at our usual meeting place by six when Roger rode up. We both knew this was more about meeting again. I had checked when Mum and Dad would be taking Lizzie to College so I know a Saturday would be free near the end of the month. We talked. `So you reckon you’ll want me at Christmas?’ `Of course, why do you think I won’t? Besides it’s not `wanting’ it’s more than that, it’s being really with you. Like we said the other day round your house.’ `Well, Jo goes out with boys and drops them within a fortnight. Don’t know what she sees in some of them’. `Does she bring them home?’ `Not often, usually snogs outside. I hear them from my room’. `Well, I’m not dropping you. Just because I’m away at uni doesn’t mean I won’t be thinking of you’. `Yeh for a week or so and then going behind my back and catching up again at Christmas’. `Well, if you think I’m like that! I said this angrily and with frustration. `Calm down. I know you care about me. I know you’re not a cheat, well I don’t think so. It’s just it’s so long till then and anything might happen.’ The conversation went on and gradually it calmed down and became one of two lovers finding how best to keep in touch. But there was an air of uncertainty. I asked Roger to tell me more about his liking for girl’s underwear. He had been excited by girls’ underwear for ages, he said, not what his mum wore because that was awful but what was in the catalogues. He had often thought he was more girl than boy and often played with his mum’s powder and make up but in the last month or so he had tried Jo’s make up.. just a little so she didn’t know.. and then one day he’d tried her knickers. They felt a bit tight cos she was slim and he got a bulge but he loved wearing them. He knew he couldn’t wank in them but it felt fantastic to wear them. He’d rather wear clean ones but it was too risky. I wanted next to know how he felt after our time in the shed. Roger was more animated than I had seen before. He loved it and went home feeling pleased. Yes his bum was sore but it felt so good when that feeling came. Next day in the toilet a lot of the lube came out and ankara gerçek resimli escort a bit of candle but no one would ever know. Yes he wanted to do it again and again but he also wanted to feel me not a candle inside him and perhaps to try what it was like to use his cock inside me. We had one more Saturday to come and then we would be apart. It was then that Roger blushed and said, `I think Jo knows about me wearing her stuff’. `How? What happened?’ `Well night before I came round yours I was wearing hers and she came in. I was lying in bed and she asked me to get something for her, don’t remember what and I wouldn’t. She said what did I have to hide then? Anyhow she said her knickers in the laundry bag looked different from how she put them in and smelt of talc which she didn’t use and she was certain neither Mum or Dad would use that sort of talc but she knew I’d started using it. I just said I didn’t know but I was quiet and blushing. She said, `you’re hiding something’. `I don’t know what to do’. This was a blow and wasn’t what we expected. Roger was going to make sure he didn’t wear her stuff again and I suggested we meet the next day, Saturday, in town and I would pretend to buy underwear for my sister and buy it for him. I said I don’t know what you do about Jo though. `I’m going to tell her’. `Is that wise? She’ll go mad and tell your parents.’ `I don’t think so. If I don’t say anything she’ll go on and on. If I tell her she may be OK about it. Besides tho he’s younger than her she quite fancies Philip.’ Neither of us felt like sex but both knew we wanted to be together. We kissed and in the end undid each other’s trousers and wanked with our cum going in the grass. Meeting in town I didn’t know what to think. A day later and not much sleep I met Roger at the corner of the High Street. I had got the details of size and so on and so I went to `Dorothy Perkins’ and pretended I was buying for Lizzie. No problems and what I bought was probably sexier than what Jo bought. Roger had a quick peek in the bag saying, `nice one’. He said `I need to tell you about Jo.’ We had to go somewhere quiet and while it was cooler than it was in July and August we could still sit at an outdoor caf�. With fizzy drinks in front of us Roger explained he had told Jo last night. Yes, she’d been shocked at first, furious in fact and said he was unnatural and a pervert. But he’d looked at her and asked what she was going to do about it. `I don’t know was her first reply. I don’t want you wearing my dirty knickers’. Well, will you let me wear your clean ones?’ `No!’ `Look Roger you need to sort yourself out.’ I had to look at her and she then said I’d always looked like a girl in some ways and it wasn’t really that bad. I might grow out of it.’ I told her I was meeting you today and buying stuff so I didn’t have to wear hers. She couldn’t say anything for a bit. In the end I told her about us. I shivered as Roger said this. `Everything about us?’ `Nah.. not the stuff we’ve done.. well not exactly… but anyhow she knows I’m queer and you may be too. Didn’t say you were tho.’ `Oh thanks!’ `She wants to talk to me tonight when Mum and Dad are out and she may want to talk to you. I dunno.’ It was an uneasy parting but I made a decision. `Look if Jo wants to talk to me then I will and I’ll tell her it’s serious for us.’ Roger lent across.. `Thanks Peter.. that’s all I want.’ We couldn’t kiss but we managed a fondle and then went our separate ways. Hello, Roger here again. Peter’s told that well. Yes he was so worried about Jo but it was the man he is to say he would talk to Jo. Peter doesn’t let people down. He can be a pain at times, so precise and correct. I put that down to his shyness too but he’s honest and loyal. Being `queer’ or `gay’ now helped me come to terms with myself and be more confident. It didn’t have quite the same outcome for Peter but he didn’t lose by being gay. I’d hinted to Peter that Jo quite fancied Philip and while that was sort of true I knew she liked the look of Peter. That would be something if he fucked the two of us on different days! I knew Jo was virgin and Peter wasn’t. I’d lost my candle virginity if there is such a thing but I wanted Peter inside me. Wanted that more than to be inside him. But it was difficult to talk to Jo now. I thought she’d been right to say we should talk about it and to give a bit of time before we did. You should have seen her face when I told her Peter was going to buy me girls’ underwear! Anyhow you will hear where all that led and what happened in the next chapter. Peter’s promised me the next chapter is under my control and I’ll do my best Nifty readers to give you some sexy bits.