Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2002 23:15:07 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 21

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 11 (Continued)


				     *

     Matt turned up on Saturday just after three o'clock with his satchel
and a small case balanced on his handlebars.  We went up to my bedroom and
Matt carefully unpacked his pyjamas, clothes and washing things, including
a razor.  He said his mother had suggested he had his father's spare one
and he was to make sure he kept himself tidy.  And there's me still as
smooth as... oh, well, I suppose I will be hairier some day.

     As soon as he had finished unpacking we went downstairs as Ma had said
there would be some tea first.  She kept us entertained over our tea with
conversation in French.  Matt was most intrigued with 'Enri' until he
twigged she was talking about Mr Vansittart.  Pa joined us and Matt got on
well with him as they talked about South Africa for ages.  I didn't know Pa
had friends who had gone out there after they finished their degrees.

     Matt's sister Julia was also mentioned but I kept my mouth shut about
Elizabeth and her remark about Pa 'cause that could only have come from
Julia.  Anyway I hadn't the faintest notion what Elizabeth's surname was so
I saved questions up to ask Matt later.

     Having finished eating and talking Matt said we'd better do our
homework as he desperately wanted help with Huggy's maths.  He more or less
ushered me upstairs and before we started he said he didn't really
understand some of the maths and, as Vince wasn't around and I had
disappeared, Jim Masters had asked him to help him after games on Thursday.
Talk about the blind leading the blind!

     Anyway, Matt said he'd gone round to Jim's but after they got stuck on
a problem they spent the rest of the time tossing each other off.  I said
I'd disappeared off to Tim's and we'd done the same, except we hadn't
bothered about the maths.  Matt laughed at the definition of a Yankee and
said he'd done it like that lots of times but he now knew what to call it!
Anyway, no worry now about the maths, we set to and rattled through
everything we had to do and I think even Matt understood it when we had
finished.

     We heard Ma and Pa getting ready to go out just before seven and Ma
came along to tell us there was some supper downstairs.  Matt looked most
relieved as we shut the last of our homework books and went downstairs to
start scoffing.  As soon as we'd finished we went back upstairs and went on
chatting.

     Just before they went Ma looked in to say we were not to stay up too
long as they would most probably be late.  The front door slammed at a
quarter to eight and we were on our own.  We waited a few minutes but by
eight o'clock we were both stripped off and lying on the bed with a towel
between us.  Matt knelt over me and by two minutes past I'd shot my first
load of the day.  By five past Matt had done the same and we were both
happily panting.

     We pulled the covers over us and spent the next half-hour holding and
feeling each other so we were soon in a high state of tension again.  We
had a great giggle when Matt said he was ready to fire his rifle again and
I said it was more like a field gun and by quarter to nine two more salvos
were discharged.

     At half past nine we put our dressing gowns on, went downstairs and
took back steaming hot mugs of cocoa to drink to recover our strength while
we carried on chatting.  By half ten we'd proved our puddings again as Matt
said when we crawled into bed after a shooting display standing in front of
the mirror.  We laughed and giggled as we lay in bed pretending we were two
of the three musketeers and trying to decide who we would like best as the
third.

     We went through all our class, speculating on what Dave Morgan had
said about Pete Fry having a formidable weapon.  We'd both had a look in
the showers after PT and games but agreed his didn't seem any bigger than
anyone elses, especially not Matt.  We bet that Dave and Pete were shagging
each other off.  We couldn't decide on any of them, perhaps Roo.  Then I
thought of Tom Buchanan in 4S and said what about him, so Matt said he'd
rather have his brother Duncan.  I changed my mind and said I would propose
Mike.

     In the end some time around midnight witty Matt said we'd better toss
for it and the one who came first could have their choice.  Once more our
trusty rapiers were brandished and, of course, horny Matt shot first but I
squirted more so we decided honours were even and we could have four
musketeers.  Matt said the enemy would really be vanquished if we had a
display of the mighty foursome and on that happy note we dropped off to
sleep.  Gosh I was tired out, I'd never had four wanks so quickly before.

                                *
     I awoke suddenly next morning to find Matt standing by the bed in his
dressing-gown.  He had already pulled the black-out blinds back from the
windows.

     "OK, Jacko, I just had to go for a pee," he whispered, "Did you hear
your mum and dad come back last night?"

     I shook my head, I was rather bleary-eyed, "No, I fell asleep straight
away and I've only just woken up."

     "No, I didn't hear them either, but you can hear your father snoring
now!"

     I grinned, "He usually does, but what's the time?"

     "It's just gone half-past seven."

     "Come on, you get back into bed, I'll just go and have a pee as well.
There won't be any breakfast yet!"

     I scrambled out and donned my dressing-gown and made haste to the lav
and had a quick slash.  Matt was right, a steady snore came from the room
across the landing.  Pa was really fast asleep and there was no sound of Ma
stirring.  I took my dressing-gown off and got in beside Matt again.  He
moved over towards me.

     "Gosh, it was good last night, wasn't it?"

     "Yeah, it certainly was.  Do you realise it was four times."

     He gurgled throatily, "Lovely wasn't it!  Better each time, eh?  Have
you done it so many before?"

     "No, not so quickly."  I felt for my dong.  It was quite limp and
there was a distinct tenderness around the rim.  "My thing's a bit sore.
How's yours?"

     I felt him put his hand down to his own, "Same here, I don't think I
won't want another one quite yet!"

     "You're slipping, I thought you wanted it all the time. That's what
you told me some time ago."

     He moved his face close to mine and stuck the tip of his tongue out
and brushed it over my lips.  I felt a distinct twitch between my legs.
"Hey, Matt, stop it!"  I moved my face away from his. "That'll give me a
hard-on and we've got to get up soon."

     He had a great twinkle in his eyes, "Only testing.  Don't want my
little pony with a limp dickie all day, do I?"

     I swiftly put my hand down and cupped his balls as he was still
holding his own prick.  I whispered urgently, "Keep still or I'll squeeze!"
I pressed my face again his and forced his lips open with my tongue and
gave his tongue a mighty massage.  I drew back quickly as I could feel his
stem begin to harden against my palm.  I remembered my fascination when
quite young with the demonstration of the length and thickness of the
milkman's horse as it prepared to pee outside our house one day.  I put my
mouth against his ear and whispered, "If I'm a little pony, you must be a
horse with a cock as long and thick as you've got!"

     "Hey, stop it, 'cos If you keep doing that it will be long and thick!"
he whispered back urgently.  "Anyway, we'd better get up, hadn't we?"

     "Oh, yeah, we'd better," I sniffed at his chest, "'Cos you smell
sweaty and I'm starving!"

     Poor Matt, I'd set off a quiver again.  "Do you really think I smell?"
he asked anxiously.

     "No, not much, it's all what we did last night I expect." I offered an
armpit for him to sniff. "Go on, smell me!"

     He sniffed, "Yeah, you do a bit as well.  So I suppose we both do."

     I agreed, then a thought struck me.  "By the way, your musketeer will
be along soon."

     Matt looked puzzled, "How's that?  Who?"

     "Clot!  Last night you said you wanted Duncan Buchanan to be the third
musketeer.  Well, he'll be along soon 'cos he delivers Pa's Sunday paper."

     Matt perked up, "Ho, can we go and meet him?"

     I nodded, "Why not?  He should be round just about eight o'clock."

     Matt leapt out of bed and was at the sink, running water and getting
his washing things ready quicker than you could say Jack Robinson, or
Duncan Buchanan for that matter.  I sat up in bed and watched as he
carefully washed face, neck, arms and chest.  Then very scrupulously he
washed his prick and up to his belly button.  He turned and was drying
himself as I got out of bed and took his place by the sink.

     "Gosh, you've made the water mucky and you haven't even washed your
stinky feet!" I said, to stir him up a bit and then used a phrase my
grandma always came out with, "I bet you could grow potatoes in all that
dirt you've got behind your ears!"

     His face was a picture, he really thought I was serious. Then he
realised I was pulling his leg. "Hey, watch it, I'll have to deal with you
if you're not careful!"

     "I'll tell your musketeer your feet smell, then."  I skipped out of
the way as he lunged at me. "Missed me.  Good job I didn't have my trusty
sword with me or I would have run you through in return!"  I jumped behind
him and pinched his backside. "Got you!
  You're not quick enough, eh?"

     He put on a big boy look of disdain.  "Stop messing about, don't
forgot I'm a whole year older than you and you shouldn't be rude to your
seniors.  At least I'm almost all clean now," he held his nose.  "You're
the one who stinks!  Come on, I'm going to get dressed now."

     Keeping a wary eye on any retaliation from him I washed all my bits
and pieces just as he had done to his.  He was still getting dressed by the
time I had flung my clothes on.

     "Come on, Matt, if you don't hurry up your musketeer will have been
and gone."

     He spent so much time combing his hair I set to and made the bed and
even then stood waiting until he was all spruced up.  We went downstairs
just before eight, unlocked the back door and went into the garden.  We
wandered along the side of the house and got to the front just as Duncan
came away from Mrs Tring's opposite and pushed his bicycle across to our
house.  He spotted me first.

     "Hello, Jacko, you're up early.  Brother Tom's still in bed.  Here's
your paper."  He handed me the rather thin paper with large headlines about
our war effort.  Matt appeared at my side. "Oh, two of you," he
acknowledged Matt, "How are you?"

     I didn't know if he really knew Matt as Matt seemed to admire at a
distance. "It's Matt Ward, he's in my class."

     "Yeah, I know him.  I've seen you at school and Tom says you're a good
scrum half.  Is that right?"

     Matt really blushed, "I try."

     Duncan must have noticed but turned to me, "What are you doing up and
about this time of a Sunday morning.  Oh, but then I have heard you playing
the piano some Sunday mornings so you do get up sometimes, which is more
than I can say for my brother."  He nodded at Matt, "He still looks half
asleep, though.  Heavy night last night?"

     I hope it didn't notice but I think it was my turn to redden a bit,
"Matt's being staying 'cause my mother and father were out late last night
and Pa is taking us over to Alvescott after lunch."

     "Oh, a good way to spend a Sunday afternoon, eh?", he paused, "I'll
tell you what, if you're not doing anything later this morning you'd better
pop round and wake Tom up!"  He laughed, "He spent most of last night
trying to do his homework and he was still at it when I went to bed and I
didn't get back till after eleven.  Huggy gave him extra for talking in
class and chose some awful problems for him to do and he wasn't very
pleased because I wouldn't help him."

     With that he gave us a cheery smile, turned and pushed his bike off.
He looked back, "Mum will be at church so knock loudly!"

     I looked at Matt who was staring at his retreating back.

     "Come on, Matt, you've seen your musketeer.  I nearly told him you'd
chosen him."

     Matt turned, looking very concerned, "You mustn't do that, he mustn't
know!"

     I grinned and whispered, "But he thought you'd had a heavy night.
Tired out?"

     It was his turn to grin, "It was good, wasn't it?"

     We strolled back round the side of the house and went into the
kitchen.
  Ma was by the stove busily cooking something.  I put the paper on the
table.

     "Special delivery today 'cos we checked on the paper boy to see if
he'd got the right house."  I looked over at Matt and winked.

     Ma turned and said with a very straight face, "Duncan Buchanan's
rather big to be called a paper boy - I don't think you'd call him that to
his face.  Isn't he Head Boy and captain of the Prefects?"

     Matt nodded and added rather excitedly, "And captain of Rugger..."  He
stopped and looked at me, "He said Tom wanted help with his maths last
night and perhaps we could go and see him this morning."

     Ma said, "Good idea, that means I can get on and cook lunch in peace."
She looked at me and pursed her lips, "Your father said he wanted to lie in
this morning because Mrs Vansittart's gravy or something was very strong
last night.  I think we know what that means, don't we?"  She unbent a bit
and continued, "And also, Mr Vansittart said it would be a good idea for
you to take the extra subject if you are good enough and he wants to see
you after school tomorrow."  She turned her attention to Matt, "He also
said he's noted your progress this term so the French circle must be doing
some good."  She smiled broadly, "Those are all the sermons for this
morning, now breakfast!"

     Matt was highly chuffed about Van's remarks and over breakfast I
explained to him I'd thought about taking German as an extra as Tim Parker
had told me he was going to take music.  Pa still hadn't appeared at half
past nine and we were told to move about quietly if we were going upstairs
so we said we would go round and see Tom.

     There was no reply when I knocked on the Buchanan's back door.  Mrs
B's bike wasn't in the open garage and neither was Duncan's.  I opened the
back door cautiously, there was no one in the kitchen.

     "Go on in," Matt whispered, "We'll go up and wake him up."

     I led the way through and up the stairs.  I knew which was his
bedroom.
  The door was firmly shut.  I opened it carefully and peered in.  The
curtains were still drawn but I could make out a humped figure in the bed.

     I beckoned Matt in and we crept and stood either side of the bed.  I
mimed picking up the bed clothes and gave three nods.  On the third nod we
slowly lifted the blankets and sheet up and away from Tom's recumbent form.
He stirred slightly and made a scrabbling movement as if to find the
coverings.  We lifted the bed clothes clear and draped them over the end of
the bed then went back and stood either side of him.  Matt picked up one of
his socks and dangled it just by his nose.  It must have tickled him
because he woke up with a start and fumbled wildly for the missing bedding.
Then he realised he wasn't alone and sat up straight, mouth open ready to
shout.

     "Shut up, you clot, it's only us," I said, "Duncan told us to come and
wake you up."

     He looked from side to side and cottoned on to who we were.

     "Oh, Jacko, I wondered what on earth was happening.  I thought it was
Duncan messing around, then I saw there were two of you and I must admit
that scared me."  He looked at Matt who was still dangling the sock, "Gosh,
Matt that made me jump!"  He calmed down and sat on the edge of the bed.

     Matt dropped the sock and went over and drew the curtains back then
came back to stand by me facing him.  Tom continued, "I could have done
with you here last night.  I tried to do some extra maths that Huggy set me
but I couldn't and Dunc wouldn't help when he came in.  I stayed up ever so
late trying to do it so I must have overslept.
  Will you show me what to do, Jacko?"

     "Come on then, but we mustn't be too long as we're having an early
lunch and then Pa's taking us over to Alvescott in the car and then we're
going for a walk."

     "Gosh, that's good, could I come?"

     I thought a moment, "Yeah, I expect it would be OK and we're going at
two o'clock.  Anyway, where's the maths."

     "It's there on the table.  The last five problems.  I think I've done
the first two but I can't get the others."

     I had a look and recognised they were harder examples on quadratic
equations we hadn't worked through.  "I'll have a go."

     "Marvellous, I'll go and get washed."  He went out and along the
corridor and I didn't notice that Matt followed him.

     I settled down and checked the two he had done.  They seemed OK.  I
looked at number three.  It was some stupid thing about two pipes filling a
cistern and one doing it five hours less than the other one.  I managed
that one and the next one about some fool buying photographs and re-selling
them each for twopence profit and was just finishing off the third when Tom
and Matt came shuffling back.  I glanced up and saw that both had smug
looks on their faces.  The bastards, they'd been tossing each other off and
here was I, stuck, working out Tom's impot.

     Tom bent over me, a roughish chin brushed the side of my face, "Gosh,
Jacko, you're a marvel!  I spent hours last night trying and trying but I
couldn't see what to do."

     "Yeah, and what have you two been doing while I've been slaving?"

     Matt put an arm over my shoulder, "Nothing you haven't done plenty of
times!"

     Tom chuckled and laced his arm through Matt's and clasped my other
shoulder, "Golly, Matt's got a big one, hasn't he?  And he said you did it
four times last night.  I've never done it that many times in one night!"

     I looked up slantwise at him, "Get it right, four times in just over
three hours!  And so did he!"

     "And he's done it again this morning," Tom chortled, "Wait 'til I tell
Dunc."

     Matt seemed perturbed, "No, Tom, don't tell him all that."

     "Why not, he'll be interested, he does it a lot, but I don't think
he's a match for you two.  But if you don't want me to I won't."  He
grinned mightily, "Anyway, Jacko, it's your turn now, isn't it Matt?"

     There was no dog to rescue me today as I was forcibly lifted from the
chair, laid over the bed and trousers, pants, shirt and vest all opened up
to allow Tom's rough hand easy access to my ever-willing cock.  Even after
the quartet of the previous night I provided a creditable solo display much
to my own surprise and their delight.

     "Gosh, Jacko, I didn't shoot half that just now," Matt said
incredulously, "And nor did he and he said he only did it once last night!"

     Tom handed me a small towel he had thoughtfully brought along from the
bathroom.  They had obviously planned the onslaught with care. "Here you
are, Jacko, use this!"

     I wiped up the spattered come and put my dishevelment to rights.  Tom
took off his dressing gown and even though he'd just been jacked off his
cock was half erect again.  He saw me staring at it. "Can't keep it down
and doing it to you made it go like that.  Anyway, I'd better get dressed
now 'cos Dunc will be here soon and mum will be back by half eleven."

     He began to retrieve his clothes from where he had flung them the
night before and put them on.  I put the pages together I had been
scribbling on before I was rudely handled.

     Tom came over and peered down at them, "Will you go over how you did
those problems now so if Huggy asks I'll know how to do them."

     I went through them carefully and he nodded as I made each point.
"Yeah, I think I can do them now. If I can come with you this afternoon
I'll copy them out neatly before lunch and then I can check them."  He
turned to Matt, "Jacko's seen it, but do you want to see our model railway?
It's in Dunc's room, come on."

     I knew Matt was in his element, not with the train, but that he was
going to enter his hero's bedroom, even though he was not there.  The first
impression was of general chaos.  The bed clothes were scattered, mostly
over the floor.  Books and papers littered the desk and there was a rugger
shirt hanging over the back of a chair and a couple of pairs of football
boots under it.  The only tidy bit was where the rails were laid out.

     Matt was in front of me and stopped at the door as he surveyed the
scene.

     "Gosh, my mum would go spare if my room was like this!"

     "Don't worry, my mum will go spare if it's not cleared up by the time
she comes home!  Here give us a hand and we can make his bed a bit."

     Between us we rescued the covers from the floor and Tom smoothed out
the bottom sheet.  There was clear evidence of masturbatory activity so I
nudged Matt and we exchanged knowing looks.  Tom didn't mention it so I
suppose it was a common occurrence.

     We set the trains going and had a good game until just after quarter
past eleven.  Duncan hadn't put in an appearance so I said we'd better be
off and we would see Tom just before two and I would arrange with Pa that
he could come with us.

     As we strolled back Matt could hardly contain himself but contented
himself by whistling jauntily.  Ma was busy in the kitchen and said lunch
would be on the table at half past twelve sharp and would I go and get Pa
up.  Pa was still snoring when I stealthily entered the bedroom.  I pulled
the curtains back and a shaft of wintry sun illuminated the room.  Pa
groaned.

     "Dad," I whispered urgently, "Ma says you're to get up, it's lunch
time soon and you promised to take Matt and me out and can Tom Buchanan
come as well?"

     A bleary eye fixed on me.  "Your Henry Vansittart has a good cellar,
I'll say that for him."  He groaned again and sat up.  "Is that water I see
before me?"  I handed him the glass by the bedside cabinet.  He drank it
down thirstily.  "OK, I'll be up in two shakes.  Who wants to come?  Did
you say young Tom?"  I nodded.  "Of course, there'll be room.  Did you tell
him we're walking as well?"  A second nod.  "Right, tell your mother not to
worry, I'm a new man after that Chƒteau Whatever last night!"

     I left not knowing whatever Chƒteau Whatever was but relayed the
message verbatim to Ma who snorted and said he wouldn't have known a
chƒteau from his chapeau last night given the amount he and Henry had
consumed.  This set Matt off into giggles and we were banished upstairs to
make ourselves tidy.

     As soon as we got to the bedroom I didn't have to ask Matt about him
and Tom because he was dying to tell me.

     "Hey, Jacko," he started as I closed the door behind us, "Tom's great
isn't he?"

     I grinned and snorted, "You two left me to do his impot while you
were..."

     He interrupted, "Well, you were busy and, anyway, Tom did it to you
later and you enjoyed that, didn't you?"

     I nodded and grinned again, "Yeah, and did you see what I saw on
Duncan's sheet?"

     He nodded vigorously, "Gosh, yes, there was a big splodge wasn't
there?
  So he must as well!"

     "Tom said he did and I thought we'd decided every one does it.
Anyway, Tom's another one to add to your list.  He'll have to be your
substitute musketeer."

     Matt looked at me very solemnly, "No, Duncan's my musketeer."

     I didn't pursue this, Matt obviously had the same feelings for Duncan
as I did for Mike.

     Pa was very lively over lunch and kept us amused with all sorts of
tales so the deleterious effects of Van's best wine seemed to have worn
off.  At five to two Tom appeared and Pa greeted him very affably and after
we three were bundled into the car we set off for Alvescott.  Tom sat next
to Pa in the front and Pa wanted to know how Tom's dad was as they had
played in the local rugby team together when he first came to Kerslake.  I
didn't know this, all I knew was that Tom's dad had been in the police and
was now an officer in the Military Police.

     Tom and Pa chatted away while Matt and I listened.  I heard Pa say he
hoped he wouldn't be stopped by any officious bobby because he was allowed
some petrol for private use but there were always snoopers and busybodies
and it was some people's pleasure to tell tales on others.  Of course, just
at that minute we passed a copper on a bicycle but all he did was to give
us a cheery wave.

     Pa and Tom were still gassing when we got out of the car and began the
walk up Alvescott hill.  Matt and I lagged behind a bit and only caught
them up when we reached the top.  I pointed out the view that Mike had
sketched and Matt said he recognised it.  The other two were still
nattering on as we walked all the way along the ridge to the beacon.  We
agreed it was too cold to stand about so made our way briskly down to the
car.

     When we arrived home we were greeted by Ma who was in the kitchen with
Mrs Buchanan busy getting tea ready.

     "I expect you're all hungry!" she said cheerily as we trooped in,
"It's not quite ready yet.  Duncan's here as well."  She turned to me, "I
sent him up to your room to wait because his mother said he was in the way.
You'd better all go up and we'll call you when we're ready."

     My father tried to escape with us but was held by a restraining hand
and as I led the way up I could hear Ma giving him instructions.

     Duncan was sitting on my bed looking at one of the Meccano magazines
Tony had given me.  He looked up as we entered.

     "Hi, had a good trip?"

     We all nodded and I saw Matt was gazing at Dunc ready to say something
but Duncan continued, "Your mum sent me up here to wait. I hope you don't
mind."  He stretched out leisurely and lay back on the bed. "Who did the
drawing of you?" he asked, pointing to the board.

     "Oh, someone called Mike O'Brien, his father works with my Dad," I
began, as Tom and Matt went over to have a closer look.

     "Oh, yes, I know him.  He's that little tough bloke in the Catholic's
team, isn't he?  Got red hair, eh?  That's a good drawing, though, did he
do the other one as well?"

     "Yes, that's where we've been today, up Alvescott hill?"

     Tom came back and sat by his brother, "We had a good time, it was good
going out in the car.  Hey, did you know Jacko's father played rugger with
Dad before the war?"

     Duncan nodded, "I know Dad played for Kerslake because I remember
being taken to see him play years ago, and so did you but you were only
little then so I don't suppose you remember much.  But he gave up playing
some time before the war and I don't know who else was in the team.  There
are all those photos in the album so I expect Jacko's Dad's in there
somewhere.  It's a long time ago though 'cause Dad hasn't played for
years."

     I hadn't heard of Pa's exploits in full but I knew he's been a keen
rugger player when he was younger. "I didn't know he played with your Dad
and I'll ask him if he's got any photos 'cos I don't think I've seen any."

     A welcome sound came from below.  We were being summoned to food!  It
was an orderly rush with Matt and Tom very much to the forefront.  Dunc and
I followed but they were at the bottom of the stairs while we were still on
the top landing.

     "It was very good of your Dad to let Tom go with you, he misses our
Dad very much.  So do I, and you're very lucky your Dad's not away.  Matt's
Dad's in the Navy isn't he?"

     "Yeah, but he's only in Scotland and Tom told me your Dad's in India
and you haven't seen him for two years."

     "Umh, that's right, but we do get letters quite often."

     Dunc broke off the conversation as we had reached the doorway of the
breakfast room where the others were sitting, obviously very impatiently.

     "Come on, you two," Ma said, "All's ready and the others are champing
at the bit!"

     Gosh, the food went fast and then we sat round talking away for ages.
Pa and Duncan had an animated discussion about something or other but I did
manage to find out Pa had some photos somewhere of himself in the Kerslake
team.  Tom, Matt and I had a quick game of Monopoly and all this went on
until Mrs Buchanan signalled to her pair that it was time to go.  Pa saw
them all out and he came back chuckling.

     "Och, they're a braw wee pair o'laddies," he said, mimicking Mrs
Buchanan's Scottish accent very badly, "That yon Duncan's got an old heid
on him!"

     Ma said something that neither of them were particularly wee and he
wasn't to take the mickey out of the Scots.  All he did was wink at Matt
and me and offered to beat us at dominoes.  He did too, puffing clouds of
pipe smoke at us to distract us.

     At nine o'clock Ma said we'd better have baths and get to bed early
because of school tomorrow.  As Matt was the guest he got in the bath first
and while he was drying himself I had mine.  In the bedroom we checked we
had everything ready for the morning and while I got into bed Matt packed
most of his things.  I thoughtfully put the towel in the middle, just in
case!

     Matt continued his chatter, "I like Tom and Duncan, don't you, Jacko?"

     "Yes, but although they live very near I haven't really got to know
them all that well."

     He changed tack, "Your Dad's funny, isn't he, he's very witty.  I
liked that about the two wee laddies.  Duncan's nearly as tall as your Dad
and he said he'll be eighteen next term.  Tom's bigger than me, too."  He
looked sideways at me, "Taller, I mean."

     I pursed my lips, "And, no doubt you'd like to know how big Duncan
really is?"

     Matt got into bed and grabbed me and entwined himself all around me in
a terrific bear hug.

     "Yeah, I would and I bet you would too!"  He stuck his mouth right
over my ear and whispered, "I tried to find out from Tom this morning what
Dunc's was like when it was stiff but all he said it was so-so and laughed
and said he would probably like one like mine."

     After that it was like being in bed with an octopus.  Matt was as
horny as hell and kept his arms and legs locked round me as he rolled me
around in the bed.  He was licking my ears and under my chin and at the
same time thrusting his big, hard tool against my belly with tremendous
pushes.

     I was horny too and retaliated by putting my arms round him and
thrusting back.  I managed at one point to insert my tongue into his mouth
when he came up for air.  It was a good job it was a substantial bed and it
didn't creak because we were really going hammer and tongs.  After a while
my thrusting just carried on automatically and I could feel enormous surges
under my balls.

     It must have been the same for him because he suddenly opened his
mouth and gave several large gasps and I felt a gush of hotness over my
stomach.  I followed almost immediately and shot a hefty load and then we
just lay still clasped so tightly I could hardly breathe.

     Matt loosened his grip a bit and was the first to speak. "Jacko, I
think that was the best ever," he said with great feeling.  When Matt was
sincere it showed and I really couldn't have agreed more.

     "Gosh, Matt, I couldn't have stopped at the end even if I'd wanted
to!"

     "Nor me," he agreed, "I've never had it happen like that before."

     We ruminated on this for a minute or so until I reached down and
pulled up the towel a bit to wipe us down.

     "We'd better have a good wash in the morning, Jacko," he whispered as
I passed the towel to him, "I think we should have waited and had our baths
then!"

     "Not to worry, we'll be OK."  I took the towel from him and dropped it
on the floor and dropped off to sleep myself within seconds.

                                *
     I was awake and up before Matt so I was busy washing when he croaked a
good morning greeting.  Over breakfast he thanked Ma very much for having
him and Ma said she thought everyone had enjoyed themselves.  I know I had!
On the way to school we left his case at his house and caught up, unusually
for me, with a couple more early birds and got to school with ages to
spare.

     Van told me to see him after school in his form room.  I was rather
nervous but it was OK because he began in French and then switched to
German and gave me a good grilling on what I knew.  He got me to read from
a book as well and said he was quite satisfied but I still had a lot to do
with reading the set books.  He produced them and said I should read the
first chapter of one of them and translate the last five paragraphs and he
would see me same time next week.  More work, I thought as I left the
classroom.  At the bottom of the stairs I met Tom Buchanan who was grinning
broadly.  He greeted me effusively.

     "Hey, Jacko, I've just had to see Huggy about those problems and he's
going to talk to you I think."

     "Why's that?" I asked.

     "Come on, I'll tell you in the bike sheds."

     We hurried out and as we approached the sheds he continued, "He
remembered he'd given me those others to do and asked to see them during
maths.  I gave him my rough book and he took it away but then I got a
message to see him after school and that's where I've been."  He put on a
Huggy-type voice, "Ah, Buchanan, I see you have done six instead of five
problems."  He reverted to his own slightly Scottish accent, "I had too,
'cos after you went I thought I'd better try another one in case he asked
me how I did them.  It was lucky I did 'cause the old sod knew I'd had
help."

     He stood still and drew himself up like Huggy, "Now Buchanan, I'm
impressed with your industry but problems three, four and five exhibit an
economy of thought which is alien to either yourself or the senior Buchanan
in the field of mathematics."  He looked at me and grinned, "Then, do you
know what he said?"  He paused and put on a straight face, " 'I would
hazard a guess that some assistance was sought of a neighbour of yours. Am
I correct?'  I told him I had asked you to help because they were difficult
but I had done the first two and the sixth one by myself after you'd shown
me what to do.

     He then congratulated me on my initiative and application and said he
would have words with 'my neighbour'.  Anyway, how did he know I didn't do
them all and how did he know it was you?  Sorry, Jacko, if I've landed you
in it but he didn't sound at all angry.  In fact, I think he was chuckling
when I left the room.  He's odd isn't he?  We were all scared of him but he
treats us like human beings this year.  The only one he really growls at is
Bernie Foster but nobody likes him anyway."

     I said we'd noticed the change as well and I didn't know how he
guessed it was me.  As we rode home I thought about that and came to the
conclusion my working out wasn't quite as labourious as Tom's.  And what
about the crack about 'the senior Buchanan'.  Did that mean I was better
than Duncan at maths?  I asked Tom what Duncan was doing in the Sixth Form
and found it was History, English and Geography.  Not much maths there!  I
told him Pa had enjoyed himself yesterday talking to Duncan.

     "Dunc said the same, he said your Pa's great!"  He rode his bike a bit
closer.  "I enjoyed myself too.  Especially in the morning!" he said this
with a straight face, then burst out laughing, "You did too, didn't you?"

     I certainly couldn't deny that, could I!  We parted at his gate as I
had to go to Mrs Tring for a lesson with me promising to help him with his
maths homework on Thursday.

     Later that night I came to the conclusion that one of the really good
things which had resulted from all the activity of the weekend was that I
now didn't get any twinges at all as I rolled my foreskin right back.  I
think I should have said 'as I came to a conclusion'!

     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)
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