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 The Summer of '76.

   My parents had bought a holiday cottage in the country.  It wasn't a
regular holiday destination so there weren't any regular tourist
entertainments around, although the local riding stables did day-treks up
onto the moors.

   Our first few summers at the cottage dad would stay with us for a couple
of weeks then leave mum and us kids for the rest of the summer, just
dropping down at the weekends.  One summer one of dad's old school friends
joined us.  He was renting a place nearby because they used to spend their
summers in this area when they were children.  Dad's friend had emigrated
at some point and this was his first time back in the Country in several
years.

   Dad's friend, Bill, was very friendly with us kids and seemed to love to
take us off to show us the haunts he and our dad had enjoyed as boys. 
There were walks and cycle rides on the moors and fishing trips along the
river.  It was all pretty idyllic.  Bill was great fun, playing our games;
hide and seek, a game we called Trolls - you hid, but then you had to get
back to 'the post' without being caught.  If you were caught you became a
troll as well.  The winner was the last back to the post without being
caught.  My favourite at the time was water tag which we played when we
went swimming in the river.  I think it was Bill's favourite game too.  He
liked to get pretty physical, catching us and throwing us up to splash back
in the water.

   Things changed for me one week when my mum and sister went off on a
riding camp-out up onto the moors.  They were gone for four days on horse
back, camping on the moors.  It sounded fun, but I wasn't really as much
into the horse thing and Bill offered to look after me, so we were going to
have our own fun.  I was much more up for that.

   I stayed over at Bill's rented place which was quite big for one guy on
his own.  We started each day with an early morning trip to the river to
fish.  I loved those early dawn trips.  Dew was heavy on the fields and the
early freshness nevertheless hinted at another hot day ahead.  That summer
of 1976 was truly excellent - for us anyway.  The fishing wasn't so good.
The river was low and the fish were sluggish as soon as the temperature
rose.  But I really didn't mind.  I liked fishing, but mostly because it
gave me an excuse to be out on the river, letting my mind ramble and roam.
This particular morning I had several bites and landed two lovely
half-pound brown trout.  Breakfast.

   Somewhere around 8 I met up with Bill - we always fished opposite banks
and perhaps two or three hundred yards apart, or went in different
directions.  I preferred working my way upstream because I believed that
the fish were less likely to detect you.  Bill didn't seem to care.  This
particular morning though, I had two nice fish and Bill had none, so
perhaps my thinking was right.  We headed back to his cottage in pretty
good spirits.

   I started preparing and cooking the fish while Bill went off to clean up
and change into something lighter for the day.  Shorts and t shirts were
the order of that summer.  Anything more was just too stifling.  I heard
the shower going as I was gutting the trout but didn't think anything of it
when everything went quiet.  I was thinking about fish and reliving little
moments - a kingfisher had stayed with me for almost half an hour, just
popping in and out of the water off a tree overhanging the opposite bank of
the river and I'd paid more attention to him than to my fishing during that
time.

   Shortly the fish were cooked and I called Bill.  I heard him say
something but couldn't make out what so I just served up and buttered some
toast.  Bill came down looking a bit dishevelled, but fresh.  He put on the
kettle and we started to eat.  Excellent.  There's nothing quite like
eating fresh fish you've caught yourself.

   After breakfast I took myself off for my shower.  However, when I got
into the bathroom I was astonished to find a 'wank mag' as my mates would
call it.  It was lying on the floor between the toilet and the wall.  I
hadn't had a play myself that morning - I always seemed to wake up hard,
but there was no time to play before going fishing.  So, it had been
straight out of bed, no shower, just dressed and a cup of tea, then out the
door into the pre-dawn.  Seeing the magazine had me instantly turned on
again.  I had to have a look.  I stripped off - ready for my shower, of
course - then sat myself on the loo seat and prepared to have a little
play. I loved the stories and had a lovely stroke reading about an
encounter in the woods.  The girls were hot and there was a spread showing
two guys banging a rather flat chested, but pretty girl in stockings.  I
was shocked though when I turned the page and found the pretty girl had a
hard little cock of her own.  I was shocked, but also slightly disturbed at
the thrill that ran through me.  A few moments later and I was cumming. 
Relief!  I cleaned up and put the magazine back as I'd found it on the
floor, then leapt into the shower to regain some composure.

   I was fully soaped up when there was a knock on the bathroom door.  "Can
I come in, Jules?  I'm just bursting for a pee." "OK" I replied - I figured
that since I was in the shower it didn't really matter.  He wouldn't be
able to see me behind the curtain.  I heard him come in and as I started to
rinse I heard him peeing into the toilet.  "You found my reading material?"
I was suddenly embarrassed; "Um, yes..." "See anything you liked?" How was
Bill being so calm?  I'd have thought he'd be embarrassed himself at being
found out.  "Um, yes..." "You all sorted now?" "Um, yes..." "I'm still
horny.  You called me down before I got off.  I'm just going to finish what
I started.  You OK with that, Jules?" "...Um... ...Yes..."

   I heard him put the seat down followed by the rustle of the magazine.  I
found myself holding my breath as I listened to the sounds of his growing
excitement; the gentle sound of him stroking, the change in his breathing,
the occasional turn of a page.  He was taking his time.  I found that I had
a bit of a boner myself and as I stood under shower I played the hot water
over my hard cock.  Then I started to stroke myself.  I tried to keep it
quiet and keep the sounds of the shower as natural as possible, but I
didn't fool Bill.  "You playing with yourself in there, Jules?" "...Um..."
"Jules?..." There was a definite smile in Bill's voice.  "Want a hand with
that?" "Um, I'm...." Without warning the curtain was pulled back and there
stood Bill, just in his t shirt, a very obvious hard cock in his hand. 
"Here, let me help you with that." He reached in and gently ran a hand up
my thigh.  "Lovely, smooth skin..."

   There was a look in his eyes that I'd sometimes noticed when we were
playing in the river.  Now I could clearly associate it with lust.  His
hand travelled up to gently feel over my tight ball sack.  He lingered
there, running his fingers around and beneath in the running water, then
between my arse cheeks, probing till he connected with my anus.  Suddenly,
he knelt down at the edge of the shower and pulled me to him.  I was
shocked as he pulled my hard little cock into his mouth and began to run
his tongue over it.  It felt amazing.  All the while he teased my anus and
stroked himself with his other hand.  I was in heaven.  I could think of
nothing else, let alone react with the shock that was still rocking around
somewhere at the back of my mind.  After all, I wasn't gay. ...was I?

   After a few minutes of this heaven he pulled off me and started to kiss
his way up over my smooth belly, one finger still teasing my anus.  Then he
was standing in front of me, his hard cock rubbing against mine, pulling me
to him with his hand on my bum cheek.  He had shaved so he was smooth
himself and he started to kiss and gently nibble on my nipples.  It was
immense!  The bliss ran through me - nipples to cock to anus.  The feeling
of him hard against me.  I had to touch him and found myself working
between us to hold his very firm cock in my small hand.  I rubbed my little
cock against his, sort of humping against him.  His lips moved up over my
neck - it was all so fabulous.  His lips moved up over my chin and suddenly
he was kissing me on my lips!  The shock just quietly shuffled back to join
the rest of my confusion right at the back of my mind as I opened my mouth,
letting his tongue in and luxuriating in the new sensations flooding
through me.  His finger managed to gain entrance at some point, using the
remnants of the soap and suddenly I was cumming, gasping into his kiss,
stroking myself now against his hard cock.  My dry cum was suddenly joined
by him, spurting his hot milky cum between us, rubbing it into our cocks.
He laughed - a lovely, carefree sound and I felt a sudden deep affection
for him flood through me.

   He pushed me back into the shower and stepped in with me, pulling his
now soaking t shirt off and dropping it with a wet slap on the bathroom
floor.  "Best clean up a bit.  Did you like that, Jules?" "Um...  Yes.
..Yes.  It was amazing.  Thank you." "No need to thank me, my lovely boy.
I've wanted to do that with you since I first saw you.  ...How are you
feeling?" "I don't know.  Chilled.  Horny.  Chilled. ...I'm not gay you
know." "People get too hung up on labels, lad.  Don't fret about it.  It's
just something that feels nice.  It's different with a girl, but still
nice. Why exclude a big portion of life experiences and fun just because of
a label?  I learned that many years ago.  I don't think I'm gay either. 
But it did feel good, didn't it..." "It did."

   We were drying off and as I headed out to my room to get dressed Bill
paused at his door.  "Come in here a moment." He sat me down on his bed as
he knelt down to drag a box out from underneath.  "This is my stash.  Feel
free to help yourself.  Have a look.  Take a couple to your room if you
like." He upended the box on the bed beside me.  There was an instant
chaotic collage of flesh in all sorts of shades from palest pale to darkest
black with glimpses of tits of all shapes and sizes and equally varied
cocks.  "Have a browse through and select a few you like."

   He sat down on the bed on the other side of the heap of magazines and
opened one at random.  I did the same.  There was silence for a few moments
as we started thumbing through our mags.  I found myself getting excited
again and moved a bit to make myself more comfortable.  I hid my growing
erection under the magazine as I thumbed through the pictures of couples
making love.  I hadn't seen such a variety in my life.

   Then Bill leaned over and placed another magazine on my lap.  "What do
you think of this?" I soon discovered that this magazine was very
different. There was a young girl, very pretty, with an older man.  He was
on his knees and the series of pictures showed his apparent seduction of
this sexily dressed girl.  He was kissing her, his hands roaming under her
short skirt.  The stocking tops and her lovely thighs had me harder again.
Then I turned the page and once again, the 'girl' had a cock!  Her face was
a mask of bliss as the old man took 'her' in his mouth, just like Bill had
done to me.

   I was engrossed.  Then I felt a hand on my thigh and Bill was leaning my
way, still looking at his own magazine, but now stroking my thigh, working
his way up beneath the mag on my lap.  This was so horny.  I glanced over
at his magazine - there was obviously a bit of a theme here.  His showed a
series of pictures of men in panties and stockings, kissing and rubbing
cocks.  Where did one buy such magazines???  I had never seen them in any
newsagents myself.

   "Would you like to dress up for me like that?" Bill was pointing at the
picture of the pretty 'girl' in my magazine.  "I'd really love it if you'd
try it for me.  I have some things you can try on if you like..." I didn't
know how to respond.  The pictures excited me and I loved the attentions
that Bill was piling on me.  But I wasn't gay.  I said after a few moments
"I could try if you like, I suppose." Bill was off the bed in a shot.  He
delved about beneath the bed again and pulled out a small suitcase.  "Stand
up, Jules." He opened the case which turned out to be full of women's
clothes.  It all looked very pretty.

   Bill pulled out a pair of stockings still in their packet, along with a
black suspender belt and a little black bra.  "Here, let me help you with
these." He held out the suspender belt and helped me fasten it behind my
back.  His hands strayed down over my arse, then he opened the pack of
stockings.  "Sit down a second." As I sat on the bed again he knelt down
and rolled a stocking up in his hands.  "Give me a leg." I held a leg out
and he eased the stocking over my toes then, very gently, worked it up my
foot, up my calf then, as my breathing got shorter, he teased it up over my
thigh, running his hands up and down my leg and thigh over the stocking. 
Then he took hold of one of the suspenders and fastened it to the top of
the stocking.  He expertly followed with the second, making me lean to the
side so that he could fix it to the side of my arse.  "Now the other one;"
I obediently lifted my other leg and he repeated the process, again taking
the opportunity to rub over my thighs when he'd finished.  I was completely
unprepared for the sensuous wonder as the stockings were drawn up over my
feet and thighs.  It felt just fabulous.  And my little boner never went
down, just bobbed about in front of Bill's face as he focussed on my legs.

   He leaned forward and placed a little kiss on the tip of my hard little
cock then licked around the shiny little head and gave me a gentle suck.  I
just leaned back and held my breath for a moment as the sensations ran out
from my groin.  Bill stood and rummaged around in the suitcase again then
pulled out a small black training bra.  "Let's try this on you" he said.  I
meekly lifted my arms as he slid the straps over and again reached behind
me to fasten it.  The little unsupported cups neatly snuggled my slightly
fatty breasts - I'd never noticed their form before.  As he stepped back to
admire the get-up Bill ran his fingers across the front of the bra, picking
out my nipples and giving them a little squeeze, then toying with them for
a few moments.  My cock bobbed away between my thighs, now whitely
accentuated by the top of the stockings.

   Next, Bill pulled out a short red skirt and a white lacy blouse.  I
stood as directed and stepped into the skirt then allowed Bill to button
the blouse up.  It was quite short and exposed the lower part of my belly,
while the short skirt just covered the tops of my stockings.  Bill then
opened a box in the suitcase.  "I saw these - and thought of you..." he
said with a grin.  He placed the wedged sandals on the floor at my feet
then, one after the other, buckled my feet into them.  "A perfect fit! 
Just look at you.  What a gorgeous little girl you are." Oddly, I felt a
warm glow of pleasure flow through me.

   At last he pulled out a little black velvet collar.  He placed it on my
neck, running his hands around beneath my shoulder-length hair to fasten
it. "Perfect.  You look a real gem.  Have a look in the mirror." As I stood
in front of the mirror gazing in astonishment at the attractive young girl
looking back at me he asked "Do you think we should give this lovely girl a
name?" I nodded, quietly stunned.

   "Julia.  That's nice and it's sort of still you.  What do you think?" I
just nodded again.  Julia it was.  I liked it.  I was very confused and my
mind was spinning with all sorts of half-asked questions and semi-ignored
protestations.  Mostly I just felt lovely.  I felt warm.  I loved Bills
attentions.  I found that I just wanted to please him.  An unfamiliar
acquiescence was washing through me and, as he held my hand and led me back
to the bed - "...Come with me, Julia..." - I basked in the warm glow of
pleasure that gently burst in the centre of my being.  And my cock had
never been so hard for so long without me touching it.

   Bill was still naked and his cock was hard too.  "Kneel in front of me,
Julia.  It's time for you to learn some new skills." I knelt.  "Open your
mouth nice and wide." I opened my mouth.  "Lean in and take my cock in your
little hand, Julia." I leaned forward and wrapped a hand around his lovely
hot, hard cock.  "You can place your other hand on my arse if you like." I
obediently ran my other hand around to pull his arse nearer and suddenly
his hand was on my head and I found my lips brushing the tip of his cock, a
glisten of pre-cum coating them - and then the head was in my mouth. 
Instinctively I ran my tongue all round the head, remembering what had felt
good when Bill had done it to me, but also revelling in the feel and taste
of this new experience.  Gradually, Bill began moving, gently humping my
face but being careful about how deep he pushed.  My cock never went down
as I enjoyed the feel and the sounds of Bill's growing excitement.

   "Would you like to feel what it's like to fuck a girl?" he asked
suddenly.  I looked up at him from my knees and nodded.  "Good - I really
want to feel your little cock in my arse" He turned back to the bed and got
on his hands and knees.  "Come here and kneel behind me.  Keep your skirt
and heels on.  Keep all your clothes on.  You look so sexy like that"
Wordlessly I got behind him as ordered.  He had pulled out a little bottle
of clear oily liquid from his bedside and now he dripped some over the
crack of his arse.  "Work that into my anus for me, Julia." I did as I was
told, running a finger through the trickle and easing it between his
cheeks. His anus opened easily and I loved the feeling of slippery warmth.
"Mmmm - that feels great.  Push another finger in..." I did as I was told.

   After a few minutes of this gentle fingering I was feeling intensely
horny.  "Now, Julia, I reckon it's time for you to push your lovely little
cock in." Bill leaned back bringing his arse lower as I hitched up my skirt
and took hold of my throbbing little cock.  The lovely slippery warmth
enveloped my cock as I slid easily into his anus.  This was a new
fabulousness and very quickly my body took over, humping Bill's smooth
buttocks with growing vigour.  The sensations surged up my body as my
orgasm built for the third time of the day.  I just abandoned myself to the
wonderfulness of it and then I was cumming.  I say cumming, but I still
wasn't producing anything.  After a few moments I slid out and rolled onto
the bed beside Bill, still getting my breath back and gently stroking my
semi-hard cock.

   "Did you enjoy that, Julia?" "Yes.  Thank you.  It was amazing!" "Good."
Bill was lying on his back beside me now.  One hand was lazily stroking my
stocking-clad thigh.  He leaned over and kissed me on the lips, still
running his hand over my thigh.  I thought that I was finished, but his
attentions had me rising to a new pitch of horniness and I found myself
returning his kisses with a passion I'd never experienced before.  He
climbed over me, running his hard cock up under my skirt to rub against my
little growing cock.  As he kissed me he opened my blouse and began teasing
my nipples through the bra.  He ran his kisses down over my neck and
shoulders then back to my hungry mouth.  I felt so submitted to him and it
felt wonderful to just let him take me over.

   His hands were taking turns to explore beneath my clothes as he
gradually opened them and began to explore my increasingly exposed body. 
The tingles of excitement were again flitting around from one point of
contact to another and my mind was just a fog of lust and pleasure.  My
hard little cock was now against his nakedness, my naked thighs and my
belly being rubbed by the slight flab of his belly and his firm thighs.  He
pushed the cups of the bra up to expose my nipples to his lips and one hand
found its way beneath my arse.

   "Roll, over a second, Julia." I did as I was told.  Then I felt a
trickle of something cool running between my arse cheeks then a finger was
working the slippery fluid into my tight anus.  "Relax.  You mustn't
tighten up.  Just relax and let it in.  It will feel nice." I tried and
after a few moments managed to release the tension in my buttocks.  His
finger slipped in and he began to move it about.  Gently, opening me and
suddenly finding a lovely spot which had my little cock twitching.  I
relaxed more and after a few minutes I felt another finger teasing me open
to join the first.  This wasn't so pleasant but after a few minutes more
the heat changed to a pleasurable sensitivity.  He began to move his
fingers in and out in a gentle rhythm.  My breathing began to shorten and I
relaxed, head down onto my arms, rocking back against his working hand.  At
some point he had reached around and was gently teasing my little cock.

   "Time to roll over again, Julia." He looked down at me with that heavy
concentrated lust in his eyes.  "Would you like to feel like a girl for
me?" I just nodded.  I was still in a growing fog of lust and submission as
he lifted my stocking-clad legs up to his shoulders.  He reached over and
squeezed more of the liquid over his cock and my balls where it ran down to
my very relaxed anus.  Then he moved into me, kissing me again as I felt
the heat of his cock-head against my hole.  "I'm going to fuck your pussy
now, Julia.  Would you like to feel me cum inside you?" I just nodded.  His
cock was bigger than his two fingers and I tried to remember to relax. 
Nevertheless, it was a new stretch, like having a really big shit.  He
persevered and I endured and after a few long moments he had his head
inside.  The heat was back, but he was kissing me and nibbling my nipples
and I felt so relaxed and submissive that the pain felt good.  Gradually
the pain receded to be replaced by the same sensitivity that I'd begun to
enjoy from his fingers.  His cock slipped in further and, now that the head
was past the entrance, it was much easier.  Then he found that wonderful
spot and I was in a new sort of bliss.  My hands came up off the bed and I
ran them up over the sides of his gently moving torso, over the front of
his chest, his hard nipples, then around his neck as I hung onto him,
kissing him back.  My thighs were wrapped around him as his cock began to
move inside me with more intent.

   "Oh, Bill - this is amazing!" "Call me 'daddy'" he breathed.  "Daddy -
oh, daddy..." I was in a swoon, his cock filling me and working that
special spot, his heat, his kisses.  After a while - I don't really know
how long - I felt his cock swell and then I felt hot spurts of fluid
pumping inside me.  My cock responded and I found myself cumming yet again,
but in a totally new way and to a new set of all-encompassing sensation.  I
must have blacked out because The next thing I knew Bill was lying beside
me breathing heavily.  I could feel his cum trickling out of my anus.  We
lay together like that for a while.

   Eventually Bill rolled to face me, one hand running from my cock up over
my smooth belly to my little tits.  He looked into my eyes with a softness
I'd never seen before.  "I love you, Julia.  You're beautiful.  And
amazing. I don't think I could ever get enough of you." "I loved that, Bill
...daddy...  I've never felt anything like it" "Do you like being 'Julia'?"
"I really do.  It's so different.  So lovely.  ...I'm not gay, you know.  I
think I'm just a sort of girl when I'm like this.  But I'm not gay." "No,
Julia.  You're whatever you want to be.  This is very private anyway. 
No-one we know need ever know about any of this - unless you want to tell
them." "Who could I possibly tell about this?  I asked.  "I think you'd be
surprised.  I've known your dad for many years - since we were kids.  And
I've known your mum a long time too, although we rarely see one another. 
Even your sister isn't as innocent as you may think.  She's far less
innocent than you." "But she's almost two years younger than me!" "That
doesn't necessarily count for anything." "How do you know all this about
us?" "As I say, I've known your parents a long time." Bill left it at that,
but my mind was spinning with all the hinted at possibilities.  "I think I
may need to read more of your magazines" "Well, that would be a good start
young lady." Bill grinned at me.  "How's about we get cleaned up again and
do something else with the day?" I lay there, still in a relaxed daze.  "Do
we have to?" "Well, I suppose we could just sort some lunch here.  Eat in
the garden.  Read a bit.  Perhaps you'd like to try on some different
clothes.  I have to say, I love seeing you dressed like this.  It would be
fun to be around the house and garden dressed up, wouldn't it?" "I'd love
that Bill.  ...Daddy...  sorry, I keep forgetting." "Only Julia needs to
call me daddy.  Jules is just friends with Bill.  It's good to have
boundaries to this sort of game otherwise life can get a bit confusing."
"Do you ever dress up, daddy?" "I have in the past.  I'll tell you about
some of my adventures if you like.  But let's get on with the day a bit.  I
want to see you in some of the other pretty things.  Maybe we can try you
with a bit of make-up.  Would you like that?" "Yes, please.  I want to be
such a good girl for you, daddy." I heard myself say these things and a
small part of my mind still couldn't believe it.  But I had never been so
totally turned on in my life.  I wanted more.  Much more.