Date: Thu, 05 Dec 2002 23:00:37 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening: Part 19
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 10
October 29th 1943 (Cont.)
My first job in the morning was to help Hans take some larger logs into the
dining room and drawing-room because Aunt Mary wanted big log fires to
welcome the poor lads, as she called them, and also to make the place cosy
for Miss P's birthday treat. Hans wanted to know about the plans and I
said I didn't know all the arrangements but we were having a special
dinner. Hans grinned and said they would probably have something extra as
Aunt Mary often gave him or Herr Vogel a chicken or some eggs on a Friday
or Saturday and as long as Sergeant Higgs didn't see them they were OK.
Just before twelve we set off along the drive to the gates with Bran
in tow. We had told the two POWs we would introduce the others to them on
Saturday as we wanted to show them we hadn't been idle while they were on
their country walk. Just as we reached the gates we saw Roo and Tony
coming along the road, whistling and looking cheerful, but rather grubby.
Bran very excitedly rushed up and greeted them while we stood and waved.
"Hi, you two! Are you OK?" Matt called out. They waved back and
stopped to shake Bran's paw, rather gingerly, I thought.
"Of course," Roo called back, "And we've got lots to tell you, but is
it time for grub yet?"
We advanced into the road and took their rucksacks from them.
"Ta, Jacko, and to tell you the truth I'm knackered," said Tony in a
hoarse whisper, "And I've got a sore throat as well!"
"Too much fresh air!" said Matt, "You're not use to it. All that salt
spray in the Channel - that would do you much more good!" He jumped aside
as Tony launched an arm punch at him.
"Come on," I intervened, "Aunt Mary said you were to go straight to
the kitchen and eat."
They visibly brightened at this and, as we walked back to the house,
told us snippets of their adventures. Mainly moans, with emphasis on the
pissing rain, as Tony eloquently put it. They were certainly hungry and
demolished the best part of a loaf of bread between them while telling Aunt
Mary about how good the vicar's wife had been to them.
After finishing the last crumbs we followed them up as they had been
told in no uncertain terms to have baths and clean themselves up. As they
immersed themselves in the tub I noticed Roo had a big bruise on his side.
This was due, apparently, to a slight altercation with two local lads who
had contrived to let down their guy-ropes one night but had come off worse
as Tony had spotted them following them earlier.
He and Roo had pitched their tent near a barn so had surreptitiously
holed up there so when the attack came they were ready. One of the lads
was bigger than Roo and when he had been tackled had unsportingly thumped
him in the ribs. Anyway they hadn't returned and the only other problem
was the rain the next night. Again, a barn was handy and they had slept in
it and had spent nearly all of yesterday sitting patiently waiting for the
rain to stop.
We explained about Miss P's dinner party and that we all had to be
dressed neatly as two of the Land Girls would be there as well. Both said
they were tired and wanted a sleep so we left them in the 'Horsebox' and
said we would return just before four to get them up.
We spent the time exploring the other rooms again, spending most of
the time in the African relics room sorting through all manner of masks,
drums, spears and so on. Both were sound asleep when we returned and we
toyed with the idea of dressing up, either as Piers and James, or even
equipping ourselves with African spears to prod them awake, but we thought
it might be too much for their tired minds to cope with. Instead, we got
changed first, then gently woke them and waited while they got dressed in
their best finery. How considerate of us!
Matt was in full flow telling them about the POWs and all our
conversations when a scratching at the door heralded Bran's arrival. He
was a messenger again, coming straight to me with a note held in his mouth.
It was a timetable for the evening - Miss P having been kept out of the way
with chicken matters all day. I was deputed to play before dinner and to
end up with Happy Birthday. Tony was asked to be wine waiter - both he and
Roo were highly delighted with the prospect of having wine with their
dinner. Matt and Roo were to sit either side of Miss P, and I was to sit
between the two Land Girls.
Dead on six we walked sedately along the corridor and down the stairs
preceded by Bran. He went straight to the drawing-room and sat by the
piano much to Roo and Tony's amusement. As they hadn't heard me play
before I think they were rather impressed and sat quietly. I heard the
other four come in when I was half way through my final piece and they all
applauded at the end. My first applause! I launched into 'Happy Birthday'
with gusto and they all joined in.
That was only the start of a very jolly evening. Elizabeth wasn't
there as she had gone home to Kerslake because her boyfriend had a weekend
pass, so Tony and Roo were spared any references to the rigours of sailing.
Matt and I were abstemious and had only one glass of each of the red and
white. Tony and Roo had two glasses of each and the others finished off
the bottles! The females got a bit screechy by the end and my ribs were
dug into by elbows as my partners cackled over all sorts of inane jokes.
There was certainly plenty to eat, rationing didn't seem to enter into
it and we four boys were fairly quiet as we munched steadily although we
did join in the general merriment at appropriate moments. Even Bran was
discussed, one of the girls said he always reminded her of the Hound of the
Baskervilles as that was a wolfhound but only Tony had read the book so I
wasn't sure what she meant.
We didn't leave the table until about half past eight and Miss P said
it was the best birthday treat she'd ever had. We sat around and chatted
until half past nine when the girls said they had to go so we also bid
goodnight and made our way up the stairs to bed.
It was my turn to sleep with Tony - in the 'Horsebox' of course - and,
because the two trekkers said they were still worn out, we all went
straight to bed. Tony and I lay side by side and chatted about some of the
things we'd done during the week. We compared our nightly pursuits and
although Tony and Roo had indulged every night they were far short of
Matt's grand total, or even mine. Worn out, my foot!
Tony soon perked up during the recital of events and we both got in a
high state of horniness with Tony rolling over on top of me and rubbing his
rigid dick against my belly. That was great as my prick responded by going
really hard. I stuck my tongue in his mouth before reaching down to grab
his cock. We rolled about until I straddled him and started to toss him
off.
After he'd shot his wad I told him the joke I'd thought up about the
proof of the pudding was in the pulling. He giggled at that before giving
my pudding a most satisfactory pull! Perhaps we were both tired out as we
only had that one good wank each before falling asleep.
*
Tony was still fast asleep when I woke up in the morning. I got out
of bed and wandered into the other room. Both of the others were on their
backs comatose, they didn't even stir when I carefully lifted the bed
clothes. Matt had his usual hardon and Roo was semi-erect. I stumbled
over a shoe and had a brainwave. I slipped the laces out of the pair I
found and quickly slipped loosely tied bows round their dicks, still
without them noticing.
I made my way back to the 'Horsebox' and got in again beside Tony who
was lying facing me. I felt down for his prick which was rather limp
whereas mine was now healthily risen. He only grunted a bit as I gently
fingered his shaft until it was fully erect. I thought I would see how far
his skin went back and after a minute or so of careful handling I was just
easing it down as far as I could when I received a handful of spunk. The
sod had come without even waking up! I suppose this was how a wet dream
happened and here I was with a fistful of his come!
As luck would have it Tony rolled onto his back and I took the
opportunity to get rid of the stuff over his belly and hair. I then
pretended to be asleep and waited. He woke slowly and must have realised
something had happened down below. I sensed him putting an exploratory
hand down and he began muttering.
"Christ, I've had a wet dream," he mumbled, "Where's that towel?"
He lumbered out of bed and came round to my side and picked up the
towel from the floor where I'd dropped it the night before. I decided to
be awake and opening an eye saw him vigorously rubbing his belly.
"What's the matter, Tony?" I asked in a concerned voice, "Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm OK but I must have had a wet dream just now. I woke up
with stuff all over me so I'm wiping it off."
His semi-stiff prick bobbed up as he rubbed again. An almost clear
knob had a wrinkled base of skin.
"Your skin's nearly back, have you seen?" He glanced down as I
continued, "Let's have the towel I want to wipe my hand."
"What for?"
Then the penny dropped. "It was you! You tossed me off while I was
asleep! That wasn't a wet dream, you made me come!"
I giggled and nodded, "Did you like it?"
"I never knew!" He grabbed the bedclothes away from me but I managed
to roll away from his grasp out of bed and scooted through into the
bathroom and decided to make a dash into the other bedroom. Tony was
seconds behind me and cornered me at the foot of their bed. He pushed me
onto my back over the bed grabbing my shaft with one hand and pinning me
down with the other hand on my chest.
"I'll teach you a lesson, you toad, I'll pull your blasted prick off!"
Our little altercation woke the other two as I heard mutterings behind
me then two more figures loomed over me, one each side of Tony. Both had
erections adorned with a shoelace bow. I spluttered and pointed with a
free hand.
"What's that, Roo?" I managed to say before subsiding into gales of
laughter. They both spotted their embellishments and looked dumbfounded at
each other. Tony let go of me, having seen what I had pointed at and burst
into laughter too.
"Did you do this, Roo?" Matt asked, pulling at a loose end of his
shoelace.
"No, I didn't!" expostulated Roo, tweaking his bow before unravelling
it.
"I bet he did it!" accused Tony, pointing at me, "The sod tossed me
off while I was asleep. Let's deal with him!"
Two other pairs of hands grabbed at various parts of my anatomy and I
was heaved bodily off the bed onto the floor still squirming with laughter.
There was an urgent scratching at the door and Matt let go and went to open
it. Saved by the bell, or rather by the dog. Bran came bounding in and
stood over me, feet either side of my chest.
Tony and Roo let go of me and rocked back on their heels and both
clutched at their goolies just as Matt had done the day before. I was
almost peeing myself with laughter and so was Matt who was surveying the
scene from across the room.
"It's OK, Bran, we're only playing," I managed to say between laughs,
"We're all friends, really."
Bran lowered his head and gave my cheek a lick and then did the same
to the two startled bollock clutchers at my head and feet. Matt came over
and knelt down and Bran gave him the same.
"D'you want to play, Bran?" he asked. He turned to the others, "He
won't bite you. I expect he thought you were attacking Jacko. Anyway we
have a good game, don't we, Bran?"
He began to tickle Bran and I thought for a moment he would upend
himself on me. However, he did a careful sidestep and rolled over and with
Tony and Roo watching he and Matt went through the puppy play.
"Come on you two, you look stupid clutching your pricks like that,
he's harmless. Give him a tickle!"
Bran was in his element. In the end all four of us were rolling on
the floor with him until he decided to end the game by flopping bodily onto
Roo who was literally flattened by his weight.
"Get off, you great animal, you're squashing me! Get him off me, I
can hardly breathe!"
Bran casually got up of his own accord and swept a wet, rough tongue
all down Roo's chest and stomach with a final lick along his shaft. We
were really creased at this. Tony was almost in hysterics.
"Roo, you great fool, I bet you've never been licked there before by a
dog! He must know you like it!"
Bran's response was to poke out his tongue and lick Tony's leg and I'm
certain if Tony hadn't rolled out of the way he would have had a licked
dong as well. All this had driven my little pranks out of their minds and
as things quietened down we all decided to wash and get dressed as time was
getting on and we didn't want to miss our breakfast.
Bran watched from a respectful distance as we got in and out of the
bath in pairs and then accompanied me and Tony to the 'Horsebox' while we
got dressed. I told Tony about our walk to the village with Bran and then
explained that I'd promised Hans and Herr Vogel we would all go and see
them during the morning. I think Tony was a bit apprehensive, because they
were Germans, etc., but I said we'd got on very well and Herr Vogel had
heard of my grandfather. Over breakfast we discussed our timetable and
decided to spend the day looking around the house and grounds a bit more.
Bran followed us everywhere, keeping very close to me as if to ward
off any further attacks. I could see Roo and Tony were very impressed when
I introduced them in German to Hans who was busily sawing more wood and
then carried on a long explanatory conversation with him about the pair of
them. They were even more taken aback when Matt started to talk in French
to Herr Vogel when he came in. Matt had learned a lot in such a short
time.
The rest of the day was spent in a major exploration of the house and
grounds but we kept clear of the chicken houses as Tony said he didn't want
to be quizzed about the hazards of trekking in country lanes.
Dinner that evening was not the formal affair as it had been on
Friday.
Just the four of us, plus Aunt Mary and Miss P. All our doings were
recounted again, at least those which were repeatable. Aunt Mary said she
had enjoyed having us and we, meaning Matt and me, had been very helpful
and had brightened the place up.
After dinner the four of us sat around in the library until just after
nine when Tony said we should go up to bed as we had to set off home in the
morning. Bran sat at the bottom of the stairs as we went up and as I was
last up I gave him a wave and saw him go off towards the kitchen.
I was deputed to sleep with Tony again in the 'Horsebox' and while
Matt and the other two were looking at the photos on the wall in the other
room I washed and undressed. That was my mistake, I should have known. I
was just about to get into bed when all three appeared at the door clad
only in their underpants, rushed in, grabbed me and spread-eagled me on the
bed. They then tied me with bits of rope they had found to the uprights at
the head and foot of the bed.
"Right, Jacko, you're to be punished for taking the mickey out of us
this morning!" Roo began but was interrupted by Tony...
"...And for tossing me off when I was asleep."
"You must admit you did look pretty with the bows round your tools," I
replied with a grin, although I wondered what the punishment might entail.
"What d'you think we ought to do with him, eh, Matt?" Roo asked,
"Squeeze his mangy little balls until he screams for mercy?"
Matt reached out and tickled my bollocks. "Actually, they're getting
plumper by the day. That's where he makes all that stuff he shoots. And
look, he's sprouting under his arms too! Only a little bit so far, so he's
getting to be a big boy now!" He tickled me in the armpit, then continued
before the others had a chance to comment, "Hey, by the way, do you want to
see his other party trick?"
"What's that?" asked Tony.
"Watch this, it's something he's learned to do this week."
I wondered what he meant until his fingers started to massage my prick
which, naturally, responded by stiffening. He eased my foreskin down as my
rod went hard.
"Voila, mes amis!" he intoned in a dramatic manner, "Young Jacko's
naked knob!"
"Your accent's still terrible," I said as the other two burst into
laughter. His response was to give me a few moments of hearty rubbing.
"Why don't we give him the Cleggy treatment, on the hour every hour?"
said Roo.
"All night?" asked Matt with obvious glee, "I bags the first one."
"Wait a minute," said Tony, "He's got to be decorated first." He went
over to the wall and came back with a large red rosette. "This'll do. It
says on the card 'Best Pony: Trotting Class' and there's a good big pin on
the back. Shall I pin it to his cock?"
"No you don't!" I protested between gritted teeth, I didn't like the
look of that pin.
Tony laughed, "Only joking, there's a ribbon as well. Here goes." He
tied the thing with a neat bow very tightly to my rigid dick and stood back
to survey his handiwork. "I think for him it should be 'Best Little Pony:
Shooting Class', don't you?" The others nodded vigorously at this quip as
he went on, "Come on Matt, do your best!"
Oh well, I thought, better to lie still and enjoy it while they had
their fun and I hoped it would be fun for me too. I was also rather
apprehensive, I didn't really relish once an hour all night, I still had to
cycle home next day. Matt had just got his fingers round my cock and was
giving me a slowish wank when there was a most unearthly noise outside the
house somewhere on the terrace below. It was a sort of howl and we all
realised it was Bran.
Matt stopped and in a few seconds my hardon wilted. Tony was the
first to speak, "It's what Miriam said. You know? He was like the Hound
of the Baskervilles." Everyone must have looked uncertain about what he
meant. "Well, in the book the dog made a horrible howling sound, I suppose
like that!"
Roo looked at me and then at the other two, "I bet that dog knows
we've got him tied up. Come on, we'd better untie him quick!" He
addressed me, quite solemnly, "I think you'd better call out of the window
to say you're OK."
As they slipped the knotted ropes from my wrists and ankles I slid off
the bed, the rosette dropping off my now limp tool. I whispered, "Put the
lights out and I'll open the curtains first." I went over to the window
and pulled the cord. The noise had stopped and as I pulled the inner
shutter back and peered down I could see the shadowy figure of Bran sitting
on the wide terrace looking up.
I opened the window slightly and the cold night air rushed in making
me shiver.
"It's all right, Bran, I'm here!" I called down softly.
Bran gave an answering woof and I watched as he made his way towards
the side of the house. I closed the window and pushed the shutters to.
Matt was standing beside me so he pulled the cord and the curtains closed.
The lights came on again.
"It's OK now, he knows I'm not being hurt." The others stared blankly
at me. "I think Bran thinks I'm Piers!" I announced, "Or, at least, he
thinks...," I stopped, I couldn't explain it. He couldn't think that,
Piers had died in 1918 and Bran was only six now and it was 1943, so why
was he so attentive and how did he know the others had tied me up? And
then there was this morning when they had me on the bed and Bran was there
at the door as if protecting me. It was all very strange. The others
sensed it too and Tony broke the spell.
"Let's all sleep in Piers' room tonight. There's plenty of room for
four in the bed, isn't there?" He grinned at the other two, "We can deal
with little pony in there, can't we?"
We all went to the other room having put off the lights in the
bathroom and the 'Horsebox'. They got rid of their pants in double quick
time and we silently paired up standing on either side of a laid out bath
towel. Matt was not being allowed to jerk me off first though. Instead,
Tony stood by my side and, as the other two watched, he started to toss me
off slowly and steadily.
Before I came Roo got Matt to begin jerking him off. I don't know
whether it was the result of having my foreskin back all the time or the
general excitement but when I came I shot the furthest ever. Luckily, most
of it missed the carpet and what didn't hit Roo on the far side of the bath
towel landed on the parquet surround. There was a strangled gasp of
"Christ Almighty!" from a sacrilegious Roo as he saw what happened but he
wasn't far behind with a good display of silvery spunk.
I waited until Roo came then went across and started on Matt's great
tool. Roo turned his attention to Tony and it became a bit of a race to
see who could reach the finishing line first. Matt did, with a generous
amount of flying spunk but, of course, Tony had come already earlier in the
day! That was his excuse, being last but not least but he still shot a
goodly amount.
There was much giggling as we arranged ourselves in the bed and then
we chatted for ages holding and feeling each other. In the end we had to
have another round of wanks before settling down to sleep. We lay, covers
down, with Tony relieving Roo of his second deposit of the day and Matt
making sure his little pony, as he now called me, had a good rub down in
the stable.
There was a good wipe down before a shifting of positions so Roo could
feel the length and thickness of Matt's shaft in his fist while I could
give Tony his second dose of my hand for the day. Well pleased with
ourselves Tony was deputed to open the curtains and shutters before we
rearranged ourselves and snuggled down very cosily. I slept very soundly
dreaming at one point that Piers and Bran were also well contented with us.
*
I woke up, as usual, soon after six. It was odd, I hadn't slept so
near the edge of the bed before, then I remembered and rolled over a bit to
observe the three heads arranged beside me on the pillows across the bed.
All were fast asleep and looked most angelic, Roo next to me was
curled on his side against my back, one arm over me. Matt was next, also
on his side facing me with Tony on the far side on his back, mouth open and
snoring slightly. I turned over without disturbing Roo's arm too much and
put an arm over him and moved up close. I could feel his warmth against me
so I moved even closer until our thighs and legs were touching as well.
I lay very still but it wasn't very long before my rigid dick was
pressing into him and his was also responding. I licked the corner of his
mouth which opened slightly in response. An eye opened and stared straight
into mine. I licked his lip again and tightened my grip on him. He
responded by sticking his tongue out and pressing it against my mouth. We
touched tongues and in a moment his tongue was exploring inside my mouth.
He was fully awake now and we began to feel each others backs and arms
and then slowly our hands went down to each other's pricks and just held
them tightly. Our movements must have been enough to wake Matt and as I
was facing his way I could see that he turned over towards Tony and a few
moments later Tony was awake and both were turned watching us.
"I'll get a towel," Tony whispered, "Shan't be a mo!"
He slid out of bed his side and was soon at our side with the bath
towel. He pulled down the covers and we wriggled about until it was
between us. Simultaneously we started to jack each other off very slowly.
Tony was standing behind me watching with Matt looking on from his position
in the bed.
We kept our strokes matched and it wasn't long before I fired my wad
and kept up the beat until Roo shot his load as well. After we got our
breath back Tony pulled the bath towel up between us wiping us off and took
it round to the other side of the bed.
"Let's do it out here, Matt, shall we?"
Matt nodded and heaved himself out of bed and stood facing Tony, very
close to him. They were so close together to begin with I couldn't see
what they were doing but after a few moments they moved slightly apart.
They were exploring each other's balls under rigidly standing pricks.
Slowly their hands moved upwards before they proceeded to beat each
other off at the same time. Their timing was even better than ours as they
both shot within seconds of each other.
They mopped up and crept back into bed. We got in a great huddle and
chatted away softly until we heard a soft scratching at the door. I
slipped out of bed and opened the door and let Bran in. He followed me to
the side of the bed as I got in again then stood, putting his paws on the
bed, looking at us all.
"You can't get in here with us, Bran, you're much too big!" I said,
putting a hand out and stroking his head. He took his paws off the bed and
sat on his haunches. He was still tall enough to survey us lying a row.
"I think he's still guarding you, Jacko!" Matt said, "He definitely
thinks you're his boss."
I didn't say anything in case it upset Tony who, as a member of the
family, might think Bran should have more allegiance to him than me. He
must have been reading my mind.
"I think Jacko's his boss too. You were right last night, Jacko,
about Bran and you and Piers, it's as if you ought to be a member of the
family rather than me!"
"I think Bran's a lovely dog," said Matt, "I only wish I had a dog
like that."
Bran lifted his head and swished his tongue.
Roo laughed, "He heard that, he likes you too! Come on, let him have
a game 'cause he won't have another after today unless we come again." He
clambered over me and stood next to Bran. "Come on, Bran, you and me
first! And you watch where you put that tongue!"
We lay and watched as he and Bran rolled on the floor until Roo was
vanquished with a large paw on his chest. My turn next and as we rolled
around Tony joined in. I stood up at last and left Tony being sideswiped
by a large tongue on the face and neck. As Tony struggled to his feet Bran
looked across at the bed where Matt was still propped up against the
pillows.
"He's waiting for you, Matt!", Roo said, "Come on, lazybones, he wants
you to play!"
As soon as Matt got out of bed Bran rolled onto his back and then
there was a great contest of pushing and tumbling until finally Matt was
pinned down by Bran lowering himself across his chest. Then the funniest
thing ever happened, we three clung together on our knees as Bran
nonchalantly turned his head and swept his tongue straight down Matt's
belly and began to lick his limp rod. Matt tried to bring his legs up to
protect himself but all Bran did was to repeat the process about half a
dozen times.
Tony was almost in tears, "Have a lovely sausage, Bran. He likes you,
Matt, especially a nice big cock like that for breakfast!"
Bran gave Matt a final great lick and lumbered to his feet looking at
us huddled together and, again, I could have sworn he grinned. I crawled
out of our heap and put my arms round Bran's neck and held him tight. What
a dog. Matt got to his knees and although he must have been startled was
now laughing as well. He shuffled over to us and put one arm round me and
one round Bran.
"I don't think I'll ever forget that! It was funny when he had a lick
at Roo, but then to do it to me as well."
We were still in a state of hilarity as we stumbled into the bathroom
and again bathed in pairs. Matt and I got in first while Tony, without
Matt seeing, combed the hair on Bran's head with his comb.
"Doesn't he look smart now?" Tony asked with a smirk leading Bran
nearer the bath, "If we had time I could comb him all over." He brandished
Matt's comb.
"Hey, that's mine," an anguished rasp came from Matt, "Hand that over,
use your own comb!"
Tony dropped the comb into the bath and both of us scrabbled for it.
"It'll all be covered in dog hairs now, you moron," grumbled Matt,
"Wait until I get out, I'll have you!"
Tony made a face and retreated to the Horsebox leaving Roo with Bran.
As soon as we got out of the bath Roo stepped in and we went into Piers'
room. We heard Tony patter into the bathroom and Matt nudged me and we
rushed back and grabbed him and got him on the floor and began to tickle
him. Bran wanted to enter into the game and as we held him down licked him
liberally all over his chest and stomach making him squirm under our grasp.
Then, as a final flourish, Bran gave him a mighty swish down his dong.
We let go, leaving him lying on the floor and scooted back into Piers'
room holding each other and laughing, followed by Bran. There were a few
mutters from the bathroom but Tony must have thought better of pursuing us
and contented himself by getting into the bath with Roo who was giggling
fit to bust. We got dressed and then made sure all our bits and pieces
were packed ready for Mr Marcham to bring back later in the day.
When Tony came through he was also laughing, "That dog's incredible.
I've had two washes, haven't I, eh, Bran?" He rubbed Bran's upturned head
and turned to Matt. "You're lucky, Matt. We'd planned to give you a good
going over for boasting about your thing before we went off but we've been
too busy to do anything." He turned to me, "It's all your fault, you
playing around so we had to deal with you first. Still, we've enjoyed
ourselves, have you?"
We both agreed we had and said how pleased we were we'd been invited
and hoped we could come to Ulvescott again. Just as Roo put in an
appearance the bell gave a short ring and we knew we would be having our
last breakfast of our visit very shortly.
After checking all our luggage was packed we shouldered our loads and
went downstairs, Bran leading the way. Miriam the Land Girl was already in
the kitchen getting the table laid.
"We wondered where Bran was. He must have been out last night because
when I came across this morning he was sitting by the kitchen door, then he
disappeared again."
Tony looked at Miriam and grinned, "Oh, he must have come straight
upstairs 'cause he was outside our room when we got up and we had a game
with him."
I notice he didn't say anything about the ghostly howl last night and
nobody else mentioned it.
Mrs Crossley came bustling in. "Right, boys, have you got everything
thing ready for Gerald to collect?"
Oh, Tony's father must be Gerald. We all said all was ready and the
cases and rucksacks were in the hall. We then set to and made short work
of the eggs and toast before us. When we'd finished I said to Aunt Mary
how much we'd enjoyed ourselves and we hoped we hadn't been too much
trouble. She laughed and said far from it both she and Miss P had enjoyed
every minute and she was certain Bran had as well.
She then said she hoped we would all be able to come again to brighten
things up if we would like to. Needless to say we all were agreed that we
would.
I said I wanted to say cheerio to the POWs before I went and Matt said
he would come with me as well. The other two said they would check the
bikes and bring them round to the courtyard.
"We've got plenty of time," announced Tony, "If we leave just after
nine we should be home in time for lunch!"
Matt, Bran and I went to find Hans and Herr Vogel. They were just
coming across the vegetable garden en route for the chicken-houses. We all
solemnly shook hands and I said I hoped we would be back soon. They both
said they were pleased we had been and perhaps soon we would meet again.
After all farewells were said and Miss P had given us each a box of
eggs to put with our luggage for Tony's dad to bring back for us we mounted
our bikes and rode off down the drive accompanied by Bran. When we reached
the gate both Matt and I got off and hugged Bran round the neck before
re-mounting to start our journey home. As we turned the corner in the road
we heard Bran give a little howl and Matt and I rode in silence for quite a
time while Roo and Tony chatted away to each other.
We made good time and it was just before one o'clock when we reached
my road.
"See you tomorrow in school," Roo called out as they pedalled off and
I opened our side gate.
Ma had heard the arrival and was at the back door.
"Welcome home!" she called out as I put my bike in the garage, "Trust
you to be home in time for lunch!"
I affected not to hear and sauntered into the kitchen, "How do you
know I'm hungry?"
"You always are! Anyway, did you have a good week?" Before I could
get a word out she went on, "Don't tell me now, go and have a wash and
it'll all be on the table as soon as your father gets back. He went to the
labs this morning and has just 'phoned to say he's on his way back."
Over lunch I told the whole tale and they were very interested in Herr
Vogel having heard of granddad. What intrigued them most were my stories
about Bran - how he sat by the piano when I played and our trip to the
churchyard.
I watered down the goings on when he howled on the terrace and just
said I had been ganged up on by the others and I certainly didn't say
anything about the rough and tumbles finishing with licked dicks!
I also wanted to know what had happened when Pa went up to London.
Apparently everyone had been very pleased and he had the go-ahead for two
big projects over the next few months. He wouldn't say what they were but
he did say that one of them was particularly important.
Then a great piece of news. While he was with some important bigwig
he was given a copy of a letter from Uncle Johann and Auntie Lilian in
Switzerland which had come through their embassy. Apparently it had been
looked at carefully to see if there were any hidden messages but it did say
they and their son were well. Ma was ever so happy and wondered if she
could send a letter back but Pa had told her it might be difficult but he
would see what could be done with his contact.
After a great fill-up - that bike ride had made me ravenous - Ma
suggested I wrote a thank-you letter to Mrs Crossley so I went upstairs.
First, I surveyed my room. Oh cripes, I'd forgotten but tomorrow I would
be kitted out in long trousers for the first time to go to school and Ma
had laid them out on the bed. I thought I'd better try them out so changed
quickly. They fitted very well and were just right when I looked at myself
in the mirror. Oh well, school tomorrow, it seemed an age since last week,
so I thought I had better set to, write the letter and then get everything
else ready. I even finished off some rather boring History questions for
Campion and made an attempt at some Latin for Taffy Jenkins.
All that brain work must have made me hungry again because I needed my
tea when Ma called up the stairs that it was ready. I gave her the letter
to read and she said it was OK and she would post it tomorrow.
Just then a ring at the bell heralded the arrival of Mr Marcham and
the clobber he had brought over from Ulvescott. He told Ma Mrs Crossley
had been most impressed with us all and hoped it wouldn't be long before we
could go back to see her again. I said I would like that very much. While
he continued to chat to Ma I took my bag upstairs and sorted out all my
things for washing. I had a good look at the towel. I giggled to myself
as I thought of the amount of spunk it had absorbed during the week but it
didn't seem to show too much evidence of heavy use.
I stuck all the dirty clothes in the basket in the bathroom and went
back to my room. Pa was now chatting to Mr Marcham. Gosh, I missed having
Matt to chat to, or rather, listen to, as he had done most of the talking
when we were alone together. When I heard Mr Marcham go I went downstairs
again and discovered a copy of the Hound of the Baskervilles on the
bookshelves so spent the evening reading it.
I was still reading when Ma banged on the bedroom door and said it was
time to put the light out. I was obedient as ever and did so and then, of
course, I started to review my week. Well, I'd packed a lot of activities
in, including seventeen wanks, but what about Matt? I counted up and,
unless he'd had any without me knowing, his total was nineteen, so I wasn't
doing too bad. I thought a bit about Tony and then Roo. Another partner
to add to my list but I still had a long way to go to catch up with Roo and
his list.
I grinned to myself over Matt's fright when I dressed up - I hadn't
told Ma and Pa that story, perhaps I wouldn't. I also hadn't said about Pa
being called the ducky doctor. My tool was now demanding attention and I
thought of Matt again and what he had said about thinking of Billy and Andy
when he tossed off.
A half-remembered snatch of a junior school jingle some of the boys
used to chant at the girls if the teachers weren't looking came to mind.
"My friend Billy's got a big fat willy!" I'd have to remind him of that
next time we're together, but now, Oh God, Jacko's got a big stiff willy
and a long slow jacking off's needed desperately. Jacko, jack off!
To be continued.
Previous stories of mine have been published on Nifty.
Spying on My Brothers: (45k: Incest Section: Apr 15 2000)
Easter Rugger Tours (Dir: HS Section: Jun 10 2000)
Jordan's Story (84k: HS Section: Jul 23 2000)
Flip's Tale (Dir: HS Section: Apr 17 2002)
Taming the 'Phobes (Dir: HS; Military: August 04 2002)
Read and Enjoy.