The Grass Is Always Greener

The Grass is always Greener. Chapter one.

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The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy that takes place in the present and the past. It never happened. This story contains sex between males of all ages. The author does not encourage sex between adults and children. If you are under the age of 18 or do not approve of gay sex, or the subject matter is not legal in the area you reside, please do not read further. The author welcomes constructive criticism. I answer all emails. As usual all flames will be ignored...Please direct your comments to.

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Copyright Notice: This story is the copyright of the author. February 2003. You may distribute or copy this story however you like. PROVIDED that this copyright notice remains intact.

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Oh my god, nine years old! I looked over at 'him' he must be my older brother; we always shared a bed if I remember. What else do I remember about being nine? Not a lot, I do remember that my brother Jack was older than me by five years. He was also a bully. We were never very close.

I lay back down, 'fucking hell'!

I fell back to sleep. I woke up some time later, before I opened my eyes I wondered if I had had a bad dream, I felt down to my crotch area, no pj pants on, what the fuck was this? It felt like a little worm, underneath were two small egg shaped things. Fuck, it wasn't a dream it was real, I really was nine years old.

I felt round the bed and found my pj pants and put them on. Wonder what they were doing off; I must have taken them off in the night.

Jack was still asleep; if I didn't know he was my shit of a brother I'd have said that he was quite cute. I clambered over him to get out of bed. I walked over to the window wondering what I would see. I looked round the room, it was very spars, as we didn't have much money that I do remember.

I pulled the curtains back to take a look. It was just coming light, I looked at my watch, shit, didn't have one. I couldn't see anything outside, as it was thick fog, the sort we use to call a pea souper.

I felt my stomach grumble I then realised that I was very hungry. I went out of the room following my nose. My dad must have got up early like he always did to make breakfast. I walked down the stairs wondering what he looked like now and also wondering what the living room looked like.

I slowly opened the door and popped my head round. The fire was half way up the chimney no central heating back then.

"Come on Harry, father Christmas's been, look what he's brought you," he said with a big smile on his face. He was reading his paper from the night previous. I looked at the headlines.

DEC, 24th 1952. 'Rush-Home Railway Havoc As Engine Jumps Line.'

Shit...

The first thing I noticed was that we had no TV; the radio was on, the home service news from the BBC. The room was decorated with a Christmas tree and it was full of streamers.

Oh shit, I have to look like I believe in 'Santa' I don't think I can do this. I walked in with a smile on my face. There were two pillowcases, one with my name on and one with Jack's.

My dad looked to be about thirty-six he was much younger that I was. He was a very handsome man, with dark brown hair that was slicked back, and brown eyes. He was well built, not fat not thin built. He had big hard hands, he was a carpenter, I do remember him being a mild mannered man, but he was one of those people where you watch out when they get mad. That's where Jack got his looks then!

I ran over to my pillowcase with excitement keeping in character. I tipped it all over the floor, I looked at the bacon sandwich my dad was eating.

"Can I have a bite Dad please?"

"Of course you can, you don't usually eat much as a rule."

I took a big bite, he put his newspaper down then he pulled me onto his knee putting his big arms round me, pulling me close to him, and I could feel the love ooze out of him. Now I don't remember that at all. Strange, how the memory fails as you get older. I got off his knee then I checked out all my presents, most of them were clothes, that's when Jack and I got most of them. Christmas and Easter.

I also had some stuff for school, and just a few toys. I also got a Dandy and Beano album some chocolates and an apple and an orange. No bananas then either. Well it was just after the war, and we were almost bankrupt.

I wonder if I'd be able to get my own drink of tea! I didn't think so.

"Dad can I have a drink of tea please?"

"Yes course you can, would you like something to eat too?"

"Yeah can I have a bacon butty?"

He looked again, he didn't say anything but he raised his eyebrows.

"What?"

"What about that little word?"

"Oh sorry, please."

"That's better."

So there I was, sat on my dad's chair reading his paper when Jack came down, his pj's were much to small for him and I could see that he had a piss hard on, it looked a big one too. With dad being in the kitchen he smirked, "what the fuck you doing looking at that? Looking at the pictures?"

I just looked back at him and blanket him out.

He just rushed passed to go to the outside loo, that's something else I'd forgotten too, no inside toilet. It then dawned on me that I needed a piss too, that was another strange thing, how my bladder held out, but I waited till Jack came back.

I ran outside in the cold damp air in just my pj's. When I got to the toilet I opened the door to see what would be behind it. Being nine I could just about manage to pee in the bowl without having to sit down. The other thing to hit me was that there was no toilet paper, it was all old newspapers that had been cut into small squares and hung on a hook on the door.

When I got back from having a piss I looked at what Jack had got, he had got a pair of boxing gloves and was putting them on. He then started to box the air like shadow boxing.

"Aren't you going to drink your tea Harry?" My dad said.

Shit I forgot that I drank it without milk and sugar now.

"It's gone cold now dad can I go get another?"

"Go on then, but be careful!"

"Thanks."

He gave me a strange look as I went into the kitchen. Fuck me, it was so primitive. No fitted kitchens then, just an old sink, cooker, and an old cupboard. I put pored myself another cup of tea, this time without the milk and sugar then went for another piss and a shit while it cooled down, fuck, we had to come out here every time we wanted to use the toilet. I just couldn't get over that we had no toilet paper like we have now...oh I mean in 2002. It was also unheated and fucking cold.

After ages I went back into the living room with my tea. My dad and Jack looked at my tea and they both said in almost unison, you've got no milk in that!

"I wanted to see what it's like without!"

As I was saying that my mum walked in, she was small with long light brown hair that was up on the top of her head. She looked to be about thirty-one; she was very pretty, with small delicate features.

"About time you got up," my dad said with a smile and looking at the clock on top of the fireplace, it was eight thirty.

I also noticed the mirror above the clock on the wall, I could just see the top of my blond head if I stood on my tiptoes.

"What's farther Christmas brought the two of you?"

I through Jack a look as much as to say, yeah as if I believe in him. He came over digging me in the ribs with his elbow as he passed, shit he was still the bully. I'd had enough of that shite the first time round I was most certainly not going to go through it a second time. "Sorry Peter, I'm going to change the past," I said looking up as I tripped him up sending him flying on his face, only his boxing gloves saved him. I then dived on top of him on his back pinning him to the floor, I then whispered in his ear.

"That fucking hurt," as I smacked him on the head.

He soon through me of him and pounced on top of me, he couldn't do much with his gloves on though before dad dragged him of me with mum screaming.

"Stop it you too, what's got into you Harry?" My dad said.

"He poked me in the ribs as he passed me and it hurt."

"Did you do that Jack?"

"No I didn't, he's a little liar."

"You did." I said as my dad tried to stop me getting at him by holding onto my pj jacket.

"Stop it now," my dad said as he smacked my arse.

"Ow that hurt!"

"It was meant to!"

Jack got one too for laughing at me getting a swipe.

"Dad he started it, he said.

"No I didn't."

"Stop now before I get mad," dad said.

"You go and get dressed Jack while I make you some breakfast," mum said.

He went out grumbling that he would get me, and me saying any time.

"Show me what Farther Christmas brought you," mum said.

That didn't take long as I didn't have much to show her, I did manage to sound as if I appreciated it though. Don't think I'm being ungrateful but when you reach the age of fifty-nine there's not that much you want really as you've already got it.

As Jack came down I went back up with my new clothes to have a wash and get dressed. As I passed him I looked back to see if our parents were watching us, they weren't, so I dug him in the ribs making sure that it hurt, I then smiled as he grabbed his side. "I'll get you later you little twat," he said. "If you think you'll be quick enough that is!" I replied. The bathroom was just as primitive as the kitchen. It was just a bath and washbasin. Didn't have showers then. The water was piping hot. It did seem strange not having to have a shave. I cleaned my teeth went back into the bedroom and dressed.

When I came out of our bedroom, I looked along the hall to mum and dad's room. I seemed to remember they had a full-length mirror. I slowly opened the door, stepped in and gingerly walked in front of the mirror. My god it was like a scene out of "Quantum Leap" where the guy looks at him self for the first time in the other person's body.

Looking back was a very small boy, he had bright blue eyes, very blond curly hair. He was pretty, far to pretty for a boy, He was more like a girl, with delicate features like his eyebrows, very pale skin, his eye lashes were long and a little on the darker side. I looked down at his thin spindly legs as he had short pants on He was the sort of boy that gave men erections.

And that boy was I!

I slowly lowered my shorts and under-pants. My shirt was covering it all up, so I lifted that, up also slowly. My penis was about two inches long and that was with half an inch of foreskin. My ball sack was just visible, with the two small things not visible at all. God I was just so beautiful.

When I got back down stairs mum had made me some toast, I also had a glass of milk. They were all looking at me as though I was from another planet.

"What? What's the matter? What you all looking at me like that for?"

"Well I've never seen you eat so much, you usually play about with your food and leave most of it." Mum said.

Mm, going to have to remember that and watch myself, didn't want to change things too much did I! I thought about what Peter had told me about how changing things in the past can change the future.

"I was hungry Mum!"

"Good, I've waited so long to hear you say that." She said giving me a big hug, almost squeezing the life out of me.

I looked at Jack, he was looking back at me with a strange look. I made sure mum and dad weren't looking then pulled my tongue out at him. He didn't quite know what to do, he just looked back, didn't smile or anything just looked, miserable twat.

After we'd washed up it was time to get the but to my Auntie Gladys and Uncle Norman's, that was my mum's older sister and husband, they lived about five miles away. Yes that's right, buses on Christmas day.

It was freezing no wonder I was fucking cold having to wear short pants in this weather. Jack on the other hand was now old enough to wear long pants. When we got off the bus we had to walk for another five minutes, my little legs were killing me.

We got to the house, I remembered now, we came here every year as they had more money than us and also a bigger house.

Aunty Gladys looked like an older version of mum, she took all our coats and put them in the front room. I took my Dandy and Beano into the living room with me. Just then our cousin, Fletcher came out of the kitchen with a cake in his hand, I hadn't seen him before or if I had I don't remember him. He was always away. It seems he was a pro wrestler, he was massive, I was hiding behind Jack. Fletch was dressed in tight blue jeans, and a tattered black T-shirt. His head was shaved clean, except for a narrow band of six-inch hair that protruded from the back of his head and dangled down the nape of his neck. Three gold earrings protruded from his left ear and a diamond stud in his right. He had enormous shoulders and arms, the obvious result of long hours pumping weights. On his right bicep was a long, black tattoo of a slanted dagger, which pierced his own skin, red blood dripping from the tattered wound. He had narrow eyes, a square face, and eyebrows so heavy they connected over his flat nose. He was absolutely scary.

"Hello you must be Harry, you're a cutie aren't you?"

I tried to hide behind Jack's back, he was trying to protect me too, that I could tell, and it surprised me.

"Come on Jack, you don't need to protect him I'm not going to eat him."

I looked up at Jack, he really was giving Fletcher the evil eye.

"Come on out Harry, I wouldn't hurt you, you're far to pretty."

That got me going then. Nine or fifty nine.

"I'm not pretty, I'm a boy, boys aren't pretty!"

I said coming out from behind Jacks back.

"That's it I can see you now."

Aunty Gladys came into the room with my mum, they both looked at me and Jack giving Fletcher the eye.

"Come on now Fletch, leave them alone and stop teasing them." My Aunt said.

He laughed, "I wouldn't do that Mum," he said looking at her.

"What did you both get of father Christmas?" He said.

I showed him my books and Jack showed him his boxing gloves that he got, that was like a red rag to a bull.

"Wow Jack that's great, do you want me to show you how to box?"

"If you like."

Dad walked over and looked Fletch in the eye. "I don't want you to hurt either of my boys or you'll have me to deal with understood?"

"Yeah understood Uncle Bill."

I don't think for a minute dad would be able to do anything with him he was so big. We moved all the furniture out of the way to make a big square.

He then started to tell Jack how to dodge and weave and how to dance on your feet, he was very light on his feet for a big man.

"Would you like to have a go Harry?"

"He won't want to box, he's just a wimp." Jack said.

I snatched the gloves of him and struggled to put them on till Fletch helped me out.

"Now then Harry, if you're ever in a fight...."

"I told you Fletch, he's just a soft wimp."

"No I'm not."

"Shut up Jack, you've had your time, now it's Harry's turn. Ok Harry as I was saying. If you're ever in a fight, try to keep out of the way of them till you can deliver the fatal punch, and when you do go straight for their nose and try to splatter it."

"Fletcher, what a thing to tell a nine year old!" My Aunt said.

He turned and looked at her smiled then was back to me.

"As soon as you hit their nose and splatter it it'll start to bleed, as soon as they see the blood the fight will be over."

"Mm. Thanks Fletch I'll remember that." We then just started to box a little bit, he was very gentle. My aunt distracted him just as I landed him a good punch right on the end of his nose, I didn't splatter it be he knew about it.

"Fuck you little shit."

All I could do was laugh.

"Fletcher Hogekiss," My aunt said.

We all started laughing, even Jack started to laugh, and that wasn't easy for him to do.

"Well you did show him how to bust someone's nose." My mum said.

He then gave the gloves to Jack so we just spared, dodged and weaving about like we were pro boxers, but without hurting each other.

My mum and aunt came into the room telling us that our meal was now ready. We all tripped into the dinning room. We all had place names, I had Fletch on one side and my uncle on the other. We all had a cracker too. Jack was sat on the other side of the table next to dad.

They brought all the food in in dishes and tureens so that we could all help our selves. I had a small plate.

My nose just reached the top of the table, mm, I was going to struggle with this.

"Aunty Gladys can I have a cushion please, I can't reach the table."

"Oh dear, I didn't realise, you usually sit on your dad's knee."

"He can sit on my knee if he wants to." Fletch said.

"Would you like that?" Mum said.

"Yeah that would be cool."

"Cool? What do you mean, cool?"

Shit.

"I meant yes but we'd better hurry up or it'll cool down." Pew that was close, I'll have to remember how to speak.

I climbed onto Fletch's knee as I looked over at Jack, he was looking at Fletch and me, I didn't know how to read that look, was it jealousy? No it looked more like concern. What was all that about?

We all pulled our Christmas crackers put our hats on and read our silly jokes. That's when I felt it, oh my god, I wriggled about a bit to get more comfortable. It was poking length ways along my crack, it felt enormous, all of eight inches. And I do not exaggerate either.

I then felt his right hand touch my bare right leg, I looked down but all I could see was that the tablecloth that was above my waste so that no one could see a thing what was going on. I looked over at Jack, he was still looking daggers at us.

Fletch moved his hand up my leg ever so slowly, I wriggled about a bit more so that my shorts opened up more. His fingers got to the edge of my shorts then stopped wondering if he should go any further. I then got hold of his hand under the table and pushed it up my trousers. He looked down at me and asked if I was ok. I nodded my head that I was because I had a mouth full of pork, we always had pork, dad didn't like turkey.

Fletch's fingers got to the edge of my underpants then stopped again, and again I pushed his fingers in. Slowly he moved over my pubis bone to my small cock that wasn't so small just at that minute. I jumped when he found it, he was just rubbing it with his finger, feeling the small length. He moved his finger to the tip and played with the foreskin, he put his hand further in and got hold of my penis with his finger and thumb and tried to pull the skin back, but at nine it didn't come back that far.

He let go of my penis and started feeling my balls, they were so small. Then a thought came into my head, one that I hadn't thought about. I had to go through puberty for the second time.....shit.

I felt his big cock in my crack getting harder and thought I'd have a bit of fun with him and tease him as he was having such a good time. I was having fun too though. I started to move and wriggle about more so that I was in fact wanking him of with the crack of my arse. I leaned back into his chest and heard him moaning. The meal was really good and every one was looking at me tucking in.

I wriggled more and more harder and harder as he was playing with my penis and balls. He moaned then jumped up.

"Oh hell, I have to go to the toilet!" He said as he pulled his hand out of my shorts and dashed upstairs to the loo.

We had all finished our dinner then started on our pudding, it was Christmas pudding and I hated that, still do. So I got trifle and cream.

"How did you manage to get all the ingredients for that?" My mum said.

"It wasn't easy I can tell you, but it's worth every penny to see Harry eat like he has today."

"Yes I don't know quite what's got into him to day, he's like another boy he really is, every year we come he just picks and pikes about with his food and just sits in a corner on his own."

I just smiled, and then caught Jack looking at me with that strange look. Could he suspect?

After about fifteen minutes Fletch came back down stairs. He had changed into another pair of trousers. He came over to his chair that I was sat in, I moved over so that he could sit down. I then got back onto his knee, he positioned me more gingerly this time, and I couldn't feel his hard cock this time either.

I then leaned back and said to him, " was it a good one?"

He blinked looked back in amazement and just smiled.

"Were you in time?" His mum said with a smile.

"Yeah just about made it."

It all went quiet as we all had to listen to the Queen's speech on the radio. This was the first one she gave as Queen after the death of the King. After that we went back into the living room to play some games. Hide the thimble eye-spy and other games like that. I didn't realise how much fun we'd have without TV, Videos Dvd's and computers.

After that My Aunt made some pork salad sandwiches. After we had polished them of it was time for us to go before the last bus. Still couldn't get over buses running on Christmas day, can you imagine how much it would cost for them to run now....oh, I mean in 2002? I forgot I was in 1952.

"Hope you had a good time?" I said to Fletch's ear with a smile.

"Yeah I did, did you?"

"Yeah of course I did, wish I'd cum like you, be a few years before I will though." I said giving him a love.

He blinked and looked back in amazement again.

We all said our goodbyes.

As we were walking for our bus Jack looked over at me.

"Who 'are' you?"

"What do you mean? I'm Harry, I'm your brother!"

"You're not my brother!"

I didn't know what to say, I was lost for words. Thank fuck when the bus came and saved me.

When we got home it was freezing, dad made the fire, mum put the kettle on. While they were doing that me and Jack went to put our pj's on.

I put them on in our bedroom, Jack went into the bathroom to get ready. He came back into our room just as I was pulling my pants up.

"You'll tell me, I know you're not Harry my brother, you look like him but you're not him I know."

"I am, I'm Harry your brother." I said as I pushed pass him to go down stairs.

We listened to the radio while we had a drink of hot coco, Archie Andrews's Xmas party was on, that was a vent act, can you imagine a vent act on the radio? It was one of the top shows too. With most of the top artistes wanting to appear on it. When it moved onto TV, it flopped, as Peter Brough who was the handler was useless because you could see his lips move.

At eight I could just about keep my eyes open.

"I think someone's ready for bed." My mum said.

"I'm not going yet am I?"

"Yes you are, it's eight o'clock."

"Is Jack going too?"

"No he's not, he's older than you are."

I looked over at him, he was looking back very smug.

"Come on Harry I'll tuck you in."

"Oh alright then." I thought, I needed to do some serious thinking.

I listened to my mum as she was going down stairs. She had got me hot water bottle, which was now between my legs. After I had got warm I put my arms behind my head, I had some series thinking to do.

What the fuck was I going to do if this didn't change, there were some things in my life the first time round that I didn't like. I didn't like being pushed around for a start. Second I didn't want to be a plumber again. I know Peter did say that I wasn't to change things but I'm sure me not being a plumber wouldn't make that much difference.

If I wasn't going to be a plumber again then what could I do? I was not at all academic like Jack was. Mm, then there's Jack and what happened to him in later life! So what could I do? What did I want to do? Then I had to admit to my self that I'd always hankered at being an actor.

How could I do that? How could manipulate things so that I could in fact become an actor? Well Jack played the violin, made a fucking noise but he went to music class every Tuesday and Thursday. If I played it right I'm sure I'd be able to get my mum to let me go to drama class. She's always asking me if I want to play the violin or some other instrument. Yeah that's what I'll do as soon as I can. I can go to the library too to see what books they have on acting.

I heard Jack come into the room. I pretended to be asleep, I really didn't want any more arguments.

"Harry, are you awake, Harry, are you awake?

I then heard him undressing and felt him getting into bed. He leaned over and pushed me. I still ignored him. He pushed me again, I was very tempted but still ignored him so he'd think I was asleep.

"Good." I heard him say.

When he got in he undid the string in my pj pants, with me thinking what the fuck....

He then pulled them down and off, he then positioned his now hard cock between my thighs and then started to move in and out, what the fuck.... The dirty bastard.

My legs were only very thin so his cock stuck out the other end by two inches. He was pumping away like mad I could tell he wouldn't last long so I grabbed the tip with my thumb and fore finger and rubbed it back and forth. I heard him say "I knew you were awake," just as he shot a load of cum into my hand. I found my pj pants and mopped us both up.

"Was that any good?"

"You little twat," he said tickling me.

He stopped, put the light on and looked at me.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Harry, Harry Collins your brother."

"I told you before, you look like my brother but you don't act like my brother, you're not a wimp like he is, you're not my brother. Who ever you are, I like you better, you have spirit, and you're not my brother Harry."

What do I tell him? Do I tell him the truth? Do I tell him that I'm his younger brother of fifty-nine.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe it."

"Yes I will, try me."

So I spent the next twenty minutes telling him all about it.

"You're fifty-nine, sixty on your next birthday?"

"Yes."

"You were right, I don't believe you, can you prove it?"

"Jack, I don't have to prove it, I know and that's that."

"Ok, then tell me what happens tomorrow."

"I can't remember what happened fifty years ago."

"It's not fifty years ago, it's one day."

"One day to you, fifty years for me, it's like believing in God, you either do or you don't it's as simple as that."

"The things you did today, my brother would never do any of that."

"That's because you're a bully Jack, you were the first time round, and I said to myself that I wouldn't put up with that shit for a second time."

"So, if you're almost sixty then I must be almost sixty five?"

Shit, what do I say now? That he was killed at the age of twenty-five falling of a motorbike?

"Yes you are but we don't see much of each other, we went our separate ways when we were both in out twenties."

"Oh."

He looked as though that upset him.

"I don't know why Harry, I've always been there for you, I know I bully you but I do love you you know, it's just that we don't say things like that at my age."

"Well you fucking well should."

"You said fuck again."

"Yes I did didn't I, I think you'll find me saying that a lot more now."

"So what was the last thing you remember about me?"

Oh shit, how do I get out of that?

"The last thing I remember is that you got married and had three kids."

"What me married with three kids? I hate kids, like girls though." He said with a smile.

"Yep three." I held my breath and looked up, sorry Peter, I couldn't tell him the truth could I?

"What about you? I expect you got married with your looks?"

"As it happens no I didn't. I never married."

"You mean the pretty boy never got married?"

"Nope never."

"Tell me more Harry, I want to know."

"That's as far as I'm going Jack, it's bad enough one of us knowing what's going to happen let alone two, also you must never ever tell anyone what I told you, If you do I'll just deny it and call you a liar ok?"

"Yeah ok, if you say so, it's strange having a little brother that's almost sixty."

"I do say so!"

He then kissed my cheek.

"I do love you Harry." He said blushing, he then put his arms round and we then both fell asleep.

To be continued...