Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2002 19:38:38 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 11

Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws
of your country or district please desist.  If you are a bigot or
prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking
literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to
yourself. Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome.

This is a very long tale.  It unfolds over a good number of years.  What is
true, is true: what is not is otherwise.  If you have trouble with the
English educational system let me know.  A dramatis personae will follow
after a few installments - there are a lot of characters!

			    ALADDIN'S AWAKENING

				    By

				   Joel

			   Chapter 6: Continued

			  Sunday October 3rd 1943

     I was awakened when Ma came in just after eight o'clock and pulled the
black-out curtains back.

     "Come on, Jacko, how do you say it?  No slugging today, up you get.
I've got lots to do clearing up after last night and your father is still
in bed saying he's got a headache!  You can change the sheets on your bed
for once and put the dirty ones in the laundry basket!  The clean ones are
in the airing cupboard.  And then get your father two aspirins from the
bathroom cabinet and some water.  Come on, up you get!"

     She turned briskly and went off down the stairs.  I remembered the
flood of the night before and had a great sense of relief.  If I changed
the sheets as instructed she wouldn't see the tell-tale stains.  I pulled
the blankets and top sheet back a bit.  The evidence was there plain to
see, one large creamy irregular stain.  My trouble was I didn't come in
little drops and where did it all come from anyway?  I felt my balls.  I
knew they produced the stuff from what I'd heard at school and what Tony
had told me about the bull.  Billy was right, they're not all that big but
if my balls were as big as Billy's would I shoot even more?

     I got out of bed and washed and dressed then carefully took the sheets
off the bed and inspected the bottom sheet again.  Not only was there the
big stain but some smaller ones from the other night.  I would have to be
more careful.  Perhaps I should wear pyjama trousers.  I thought of Matt
and his sticky pyjamas, perhaps not.  I dropped the sheet on the floor and
was just folding the top one when Ma came into the bedroom again.

     "Here, let me help you with that, then get your father the aspirins as
I have to 'phone the works to say he'll be in later as he's supposed to be
there this morning at nine for something or other."

     She bent down and picked up the spunk-stained sheet.

     "Come on, grab the corners and we'll fold it up much quicker."

     Oh, my God, would she spot the come on the sheet?  I don't think she
did but I saw her eyes glance along as we folded it.  She took the sheets
with her and I went behind her to the bathroom to get the aspirins.  I saw
her open the laundry basket and dump them in and breathed a sigh of relief.

     The curtains were drawn in their bedroom when I took Pa the aspirins
and a glass of water.  His only response as I tapped him on the shoulder
was a long drawn out "Ughhh".  He drank the water and swallowed the
tablets, "Thanks son, I think I've got a touch of the Irish flu!  But I bet
Joe O'Brien is worse!  Tell your mother I'll be up in fifteen minutes."

     I reported the conversation to Ma whose only response was to laugh and
say she bet the Brothers were immune and he'd better get up very soon.  I
went up and made my bed with the clean sheets and when I'd finished I
wanted to have a shit so went out on the landing to go to the lav.  As I
got outside my room I heard Ma talking to Pa in their bedroom in her usual
very precise way.

     "Come on, James, you'd better get up now.  I 'phoned and one of the
daughters said her father would also be late and I can guess why!"  There
was a slight pause. "By the way I think you need to have a little talk with
Jacko."  My ears pricked up at this, I stood stock still, I must have
opened my door quietly so she didn't know I was there.  "You know what I
mean!"  A mumbled response came from Pa and then I heard Ma say "On his
sheets, of course!"  Oh, hell, she had noticed.  More mumble, then "Sooner
than later, I would think!  He might be worried about it.  I know I would
be if I were a boy and I wasn't told!  Girls get told things much earlier!"
Oh relief, but more mumble, then, "Well I think you ought to!  This
afternoon, go for a walk, it'll clear your head for one thing!"

     I tiptoed back to my room all thoughts of a long relieving sit
forgotten.  I would have to wait and see but at least I knew they knew.
After a couple of minutes my insides told me I shouldn't delay much longer
so I opened the door more loudly this time, went to the lav, remembered to
wash my hands, scuttled downstairs and did some piano practice.

     After lunch, at which I excelled again in demolishing a stack of food,
Pa was right on cue. "I think I'll take the car out to below Alvescott and
have a walk, it'll finish clearing my head of the Brothers' potations as
Joe calls them!  Want to come, Jacko?  Bit of fresh air?"

     On cue I agreed and we set off.  Pa was fairly quiet driving out,
grunting only when a couple of cyclists wobbled a bit in front of him.  He
parked the car at the side of the road and we climbed a gate and made off
up the hill.

     "Have you had a good birthday this year?"

     "Oh yes, the party was a great surprise and everyone said they'd
enjoyed it!"

     "Yes, your mother said she had a good time too and she thought all
your pals were very nice.  You know it was her idea to combine with the
other mums for Matthew and Tony Clarke as well.  Matthew's sister Julia
works in our office and she told me her brother's birthday was the day
after yours, so I told your mother and she arranged the rest in
consultation with the so-called French circle."

     "Yes, it was good, 'cos someone else told her it was Nobbo's - I mean
Tony Clark's - birthday on Saturday and he might have been left out."

     "Oh, yes, you went to the pictures after the game on Saturday.  What
did you see?"

     I told him about the American cowboy epic and he expressed polite
interest but I don't think cowboys and Indians really interested either of
us much.  I changed the subject and said I enjoyed being touch judge at the
game but I wouldn't mind playing sometime but they only chose the older and
bigger ones.  Pa came in on cue again.

     "Well, you are fourteen now and by the amount you pack away at
meal-times I'm certain you'll be growing soon."

     "Oh, I am, I've grown an inch and a half since Easter, I put a mark
behind my door then and I stood against it on Thursday."

     "Good, I expect you'll be as tall as me very soon at that rate. In
fact your mother said she thought you were beginning to get much taller
when we got your new trousers."  He paused and sucked on his pipe.  "Your
mother also said I had better talk to you about growing up and other
things."

     I took the plunge, "Oh, if Ma saw the sheet that was an accident, it
happened last night when I was asleep.  I don't usually let it happen like
that."

     Pa stopped, took his pipe out of his mouth and began to laugh. "I
think, Jacko, you've said it all.  I was a bit nervous about talking about
all this but you're OK.  No worries?"

     I shook my head, I took the plunge again, "Matt's dad told him it was
only natural, it happened to all boys and he shouldn't worry about it and
he shouldn't worry if he had to do other things."

     "Oh, you've discussed it with Matt?  When was this?"

     "Oh, after school a few weeks ago, we sit together now and we're best
friends.  I think he was a bit worried and wanted to know if it was true
things happened for others as well so I told him I hadn't had dreams like
him but I did..." I paused and bit my lip, Pa put an arm round my shoulder.

     "Jacko, Jacko, Jacko, there's absolutely nothing to worry about, all
boys do it, all the time.  Growing up happens to us all, don't forget I
grew up as well!  But didn't you know before?  You know, boys saying things
at school?"

     Another plunge, "Oh yes and Alun explained things when he was here at
Easter.  He said you learn things from cousins and brothers, that's what
they're for!"

     Pa laughed again, "True, your uncle Dick was a mine of information for
both your Uncle Edward and me.  Mostly inaccurate I found out later but
that's experience.  Your uncle Edward was a better source of information
but even he told me things guaranteed to make my hair curl!  That was until
I realised he was teasing me unmercifully as usual."

     He smiled down at me, "However, Commander Ward was quite accurate in
his advice to Matt, it's all quite natural and nothing to get bothered
about and it doesn't worry your Ma or me, it's just that we want you to be
happy.  Don't forget your dad was young like you once so I don't mind if
you want to ask me any questions because I'll try to answer them.  I
suppose I had better ask if there is anything you want to know now?"

     I shook my head, then thought of something which I had wondered about,
"Oh, there is something," - Pa put his pipe back in his mouth still looking
down at me, - "all my friends have brothers or sisters, you know, Matt has
an older sister and Nobbo Clark's got his big brother Billy and cousin
Alun's got two brothers, but I haven't got anybody else."

     Pa looked at me steadily and hugged me tighter.  "It's very simple and
then again it's not.  When you were born your mother was very ill for a
time and the doctors said she really shouldn't have any more children.
Well, about three years later we thought it might be alright but your Ma
was ill again and she had what's called a miscarriage, that is the baby
couldn't grow properly inside her and the doctors said a final no, so, you
are Jacko, one alone.  A great pity, because we always wanted you to have
brothers or sisters but it couldn't be helped.  Do you see?"

     I nodded and put my arm round Pa's waist, "Shall we go to the top of
the hill now?"

     All Pa said was "I think you're nearly there now, Jacko!"

     We continued up and wandered along the ridge for a while in silence.
I was a bit down as I was thinking about Ma and how she had been ill.  Pa
broke the spell by saying that he'd had to go to work this morning for a
quick meeting to plan things because they thought they had a breakthrough
for the War Office.  I said what was that and he said he couldn't tell me
that but it was very important for their work in the next three months and
he would have to go down to London soon for discussions.  He then said all
his headaches had gone, looking at me very meaningfully, and that we had
better get home in time for tea, otherwise growing boys might starve and be
stunted in their development.

     As soon as we got in Pa announced he was quite free of headache and
that I had no worries and I had told him I'd grown an inch and a half since
Easter.  Ma gave me one of her all-enveloping hugs and said I'd better have
a proper fitting that evening for the trousers so she could get them ready
for after half-term and she would make certain there was plenty in the hems
to let down later.

     Gosh, what a week, I cradled my rampant cock in my left hand as I
drank my cocoa in bed that night and reviewed the week's events.
Everything seemed to be happening so fast, but some things not fast enough.
If only I was as big as Matt, or Mike, or Billy.  I drank the rest of the
cocoa down as quick as I could and reached out to put the mug on the
bedside table.  Oh crikey, there lay a neatly folded towel.  Someone in my
family certainly did have a sense of humour!

To be continued: