Date: Sat, 08 Feb 2003 00:01:22 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 29

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.

			    ALADDIN'S AWAKENING

				    By

				   Joel


				CHAPTER 17

			  Monday 3rd January 1944

As I thought, at breakfast time, as soon as Ma remembered I'd had loads of
money for presents I was told to go off to the Post Office during the
morning to deposit it in the savings bank.  Also I was told I'd better
write a letter to Auntie Fay thanking her and a note each for Mike and
Maureen which Pa would take to work and, finally, a note to Hans which
could be sent via Mrs Crossley.  I did all these and went off down to the
Post Office later in the morning.  I'd just got home again and was in my
room checking the balance in my book when there was a ring on the back door
bell.  I went down and found Tony in a high state of excitement.

     "Gosh, Jacko, I've just been round to Cleggy's and his brother says
he's in hospital!  Guess what, he's been circumcised!"

     Crikey, that was two bits of news.  Firstly, I didn't know Cleggy had
a brother and, secondly, why had he been circumcised?

     "What do you mean he's been circumcised?"  I realised it was a stupid
question, I knew what circumcision was and Tony was bursting to tell me all
so I led him through and we went upstairs to my room.

     "Come on then, tell me all about it," I demanded as soon as we were in
the room.

     Tony plonked himself into my chair and began.

     "We didn't get back from Ulvescott until late last night so I went
round to see Roo this morning and he's away at his aunt's so I thought I'd
see if Cleggy was around.  Anyway, his brother Geoffrey was there, he's a
medical student, and he said George was in St Martha's and he'd had an
operation.  He was laughing when he said it so I asked what was funny about
an operation and he said it depends where you have it.  I asked him what he
meant so he said I'd better come in and he would tell me.  Then he said
George had been circumcised on Saturday, New Year's Day.  That made me
laugh 'cause I'd read in the prayer book on Sunday that January the first
was the Feast of Circumcision and told him that and he laughed too and said
it was most appropriate."

     "What was he circumcised for?" I interrupted, "I thought it was only
babies or Jews."

     "Hold on and I'll tell you in a moment!" said Tony shaking his head,
"You want the whole story, don't you?"

     Gosh, Tony is a bit long-winded so I said I did and thought privately
just get on with it.

     "Geoffrey, that's his brother, said he thought Cleggy was rather quiet
over Christmas and asked him if there was something the matter and Cleggy
in the end said there was.  He told him his cock hurt when he peed and it
was all tight and bent up and the pain was excruciating, and he hadn't
liked to tell his mum.  I said he'd been alright at Scout camp but Geoffrey
said that he's obviously grown a lot since then and it was 'cause of that.
He told me the word for it."

     Tony paused and screwed up his face concentrating hard.  "He said he'd
got paraphimosis.  He told me how it was spelled so I remembered it.  Then
he said it was 'cause his skin hadn't grown with the rest so it had to be
cut off to get it free."  He grinned up at me.  "I went home to look in the
dictionary before I came here and it said it was strangulation of the glans
penis which sounds awful, doesn't it?"

     Being strangled did sound awful!  "Gosh, that explains why Cleggy's
been so odd recently," I said, "Doesn't it?"

     "Yes, Geoffrey said he must have been in considerable pain at times
and looked at me straight when he said it so I knew he meant when he got
stiff.  I asked him if he would be alright now and he laughed again and
said of course he would."

     "He had it done on Saturday?"

     "Yes, Geoffrey said he'd had a look and realised what it was so he
told his dad's partner who'd examined Cleggy properly and arranged for him
to go in to hospital on Saturday and the surgeon did it that morning.
Geoffrey said he went to watch 'cause he has to see operations as part of
his training!  Think of that, watching bits of your brother's cock being
cut off!  Ugh!"

     I laughed, but secretly clenched my legs together.

     "I thought we could go and see him this afternoon!" Tony continued
without taking breath, "Geoffrey said visiting is from three o'clock until
four."

     "Right, it's not far is it?  And they'll let us in?"

     "Oh yes, Geoffrey said he'd let them know some friends would be
coming.
  He said he's not in the children's ward 'cause they've put him in a room
by himself to save him embarrassment.  Shall we go?"

     "Yes, of course," I replied with some enthusiasm, "Poor old Cleggy'll
get a surprise.  Anyway, I didn't know he had a brother."

     "Yeah, I knew he had a brother.  He's quite a bit older, I think he's
twenty or so 'cause he's in his third year at medical school."

     "He wasn't at our school, was he?"

     "No, he went to a public school, but his sister was at the Girl's High
and she's a nurse."

     Having decided to visit Cleggy I suggested to Tony that he might as
well stay and share my sandwiches Ma had left for me.  Tony agreed and we
settled down for a good chat and I asked him first how he'd got on at
Ulvescott for Christmas.

     "It wasn't too bad," was his reply, "Aunt Mary was ever so pleased to
have us and mum, Kats and I stayed 'til yesterday and dad came to fetch
us."  He stopped a moment, then went on, "Hey, you know you said Mrs Fry
had told you she was having a young nephew staying.  Guess who it was!"

     I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know, she didn't say his name."

     "Well it was that young Sam Catt.  You know the one at camp in the
summer.  I should've guessed 'cause he's Big Jim's cousin and his mum and
Mrs Fry and Big Jim's mum are all sisters.  Of course, Aunt Mary suggested
he might as well come and stay with us and keep me company.  She said he
could have Piers' room as I was in the Horsebox but he moved in with me."
He leaned forward in the chair and spoke very confidentially, "He's a randy
little sod, he wanted to be tossed off all the time.  Gosh, he was always
at it and he's growing fast, 'cause he's nearly as tall as me now and he's
only thirteen.  He's going to be like Big Jim!"  He paused while I took
this in then went on.  "And what about you, did you have a good time?"

     Tony listened entranced as I went through my week and roared when I
told him about Rhys and what he'd said about Aladdin.  He liked my carving
and the pictures but I didn't tell him about Gareth's gift as I was going
to save that for Matt some time.  I told him about Griffiths the Whopper
and the weights and by that time we were both rather horny.  We relieved
that problem very speedily and it was soon time to go to St Martha's to see
Cleggy.

     We parked our bikes round the back of the hospital and sauntered in
and asked at reception which Ward Mr George Clegg was in.  I think we were
expected as the lady said immediately to go upstairs to room 122.  As we
went along the corridor who should come along but Nobbo's mum in her
uniform.  She said she was in charge of George Clegg's room and we could go
in straight away as there was no one visiting.  I knocked on the door and
Tony opened it and we walked in.  Cleggy's face was a picture.  He was
sitting up in bed and his face went bright scarlet.

     "What are you doing here?" he demanded, "Who told you?"

     Tony explained that he'd been round and his brother had said we could
visit.  Cleggy calmed down.  I think he was just plain embarrassed.  I
hadn't said anything so far so thought I would liven things up.

     "We heard they'd had to remove quite a lot," I began, with a straight
face, "And there wasn't much left when they finished."

     Tony spluttered beside me and Cleggy went red again and began to
bluster, "Who told you that?  What's Geoff been saying?"

     Tony laughed, "It's OK, we know what they did, can you show us?"

     I couldn't keep a straight face and laughed as well.

     "Shut up, you two, it's very sore," Cleggy said with feeling, "I've
only been circumcised, that's all."  He winced.  "When I move it hurts.
There's a dressing on it and I've got to stay until Thursday to make sure
it heals alright.  I haven't really seen what they did."

     Tony was inquisitive, and forthright. "What happens when you want to
pee?"

     Cleggy began to blush again.  "I have to do it in a bottle.  It's a
bit embarrassing 'cause Nobbo's mum's been on duty all weekend and she has
to get the bandage off first though she said I could do it myself tomorrow.
I shut my eyes tight when she does it but she said I mustn't be squeamish
and she was used to dealing with boys and all their problems."

     I laughed, "Of course, she had to change Nobbo and Billy's nappies
when they were babies so she must be used to them."

     Tony wasn't too pleased with my interruption as he was being even more
inquisitive and cut in.  "Tell us what happened.  Your brother said you've
had..." He paused again to get the word right. "Um..., paraphimosis and the
dictionary said it was strangulation of the glans penis, whatever that is."

     Cleggy nodded and looked at me before continuing.

     "Yeah, Geoff said its 'cause my thing's been growing fast and the skin
round the top of it hasn't so it was all tight."

     "Roo and I thought there was something wrong," butted in Tony, "You
know, after camp, you never joined in things."

     Cleggy looked at me and Tony went on airily, "Oh, it's alright, he
knows all about camp, I told him."

     I nodded in agreement.  "It sounded great fun and I'm sorry you've had
all this trouble."

     Cleggy smiled, "Well, I hope it's all over now."

     Tony was intent on finding out all.  "Has it been really painful?"

     Cleggy nodded.  "I got all worried 'cause it hurt so much every
time..., you know, when it went stiff.  It got all bent and I didn't know
what to do."  He grinned.  "Geoff says I'll be OK in about a week."  He
paused.  "Oh, crikey, it's starting now."

     Nosy Tony was up like a shot and pulled back the very neatly tucked in
top sheet and blanket.  I craned forward to have a look.  There it was,
poking out of his pyjama trousers!  Cleggy had a wrapped up hard-on!

     "Oh, God, it stings!" he said in a pained whisper, "But it doesn't
hurt like it did."  He made a grab for the covers, frowning.  "Put the bed
clothes back, Tony, in case someone comes in!  Tuck them in properly!"

     Tony had just finished pushing the top sheet in when there was a knock
on the door.  It was Geoffrey.  A larger, older version of Cleggy.  He
looked just the same, fairly stocky, black-haired and beetle-browed but
with a good-humoured grin on his face.

     "Hello, hello!" he said very cheerfully, "Sister Clarke said you were
here.  Hello, Tony, and you must be Jacko.  I haven't met many of his
friends, yet.  In fact I didn't think he'd have any!"

     "Shut up, Geoff," Cleggy said in an aggrieved voice, "What do you
want?"

     "I've come to visit my poor sick brother, that's all!" he said
laughing, "Sister Clarke said you needed cheering up.  She thinks you're
too worried to inspect the damage yet."

     Cleggy went red again, "What damage, I'm alright, aren't I?"

     Geoff laughed again, "Yes, of course you're alright.  Only joking.
Nothing time won't heal.  Come on, cheer up, Georgie, you're perfectly OK!"

     I don't think Cleggy was all that convinced, but I liked Geoffrey, he
seemed to have a good sense of humour.  I was curious.

     "Tony said you watched it being done.  Do you have to do operations?"

     "Oh yes, I watched.  In fact I held the tray for Mr Symes when he put
the dressing on.  Anyway, once he was asleep it only took a moment.  He
didn't even twitch!  Yep, when I've done another two years I have to do
some elementary surgery and if I want to specialise then I have to do a lot
more."

     "Do you want to do that?"

     "Not really, I think I'd rather be a general doctor like Dad.  He says
when I qualify I could come into the practice, but that's ages yet!"

     "He's got to do seven years," said Cleggy with a tinge of pride.

     "Yes, and I'm only in my third year so far.  But, so far, so good, I
haven't failed anything."

     We chatted on until a bell rang and we were ushered out but first
promised Cleggy we would visit him next day.  I cycled back to Tony's and
said I would see him after lunch tomorrow.

     When I got home Ma was already in and wanted to know where I'd been.
I put on an important air and said I'd been visiting the sick in hospital
and then dissolved into giggles and just said George Clegg had been
circumcised.  Ma chased me out of the kitchen and said I was a callous
little wretch for laughing at my friend's misfortune, but she had a big
grin on her face too.  She'd obviously told Pa when he got home and he was
grinning all over his face when I came down to supper.  In bed, I examined
my dick very carefully wondering what it would be like to be circumcised.
I pulled my skin back and the inevitable happened.  After finishing I left
my skin back and fell asleep.
                                *
                    Tuesday January 4th 1944
     I woke up quite suddenly in the morning and as I turned in bed I felt
a sharp pain in the end of my cock.  My skin had rolled forward a bit in
the night and some of my hairs had got trapped in it.  Ouch, it was painful
getting it back and disentangling them.
  My knob was very sensitive when I touched it and I wondered if Cleggy's
would be now.

     The morning passed slowly.  I knew Matt wouldn't be coming home until
today sometime and when I went to the shops with Ma's list I couldn't see
Tom around either.  I was in two minds whether to cycle round to Mike's to
thank him and Maureen but left it a bit late.  It was a bit better in the
afternoon when Tony came round and we went off to see Cleggy.  There was a
different Sister on duty and she wasn't too pleased to have two boys
visiting.  Cleggy was pleased though.  He said he'd used the bottle himself
because the Sister on duty was not so kind as Nobbo's mum and he'd had a
good look and it was all OK.  He wanted to know what we'd done over
Christmas.  Tony told him all about Sam Catt 'cause Cleggy had been at camp
with him as well.  Tony said Sam had boasted he'd done it eight times in
one day after the camp and he could quite believe him 'cause he'd tossed
him off five times one day when they couldn't go out because of the rain.

     I had to tell Cleggy about some of my adventures and especially about
Aladdin.  He laughed and said they'd seen Jack and the Beanstalk and it
didn't need much imagination to work out what had grown there.  They then
had a good laugh about Christopher Robin and were giggling away while I
tried to remember some of the words of the Rugby song about virgins when
Geoffrey arrived and wanted to know what all the hilarity was in aid of.
Cleggy said it was just a joke and Geoff said no more than he was and he
could get up and go home as Mr Symes had said all was healing well and he
needed the bed for really ill patients.  We were ushered out but promised
we would go round to see him the next afternoon.

     Ma said that evening I'd better make sure all my things were ready for
school on Thursday so I'd better finish any holiday homework, put any dirty
things in the basket in the bathroom and put my clothes away tidily.

     After supper I started to clear up and was putting my best suit away
when I noticed a neatly folded handkerchief sticking out of the top pocket.
I didn't think it was one of mine and it wasn't 'cos as I pulled it out a
slip of paper fell out of it.  It was a note in Alun's unmistakable
beautiful writing. 'You may need this as a replacement for the one to
remember us by!!!'  Golly, I had said about the mess on the other one that
afternoon after looking at things and he must have noticed when I put it
away in my bag I didn't put it with my other dirty things and that I was
keeping it separate.  Sherlock Holmes the Second!  That, of course set me
thinking of them and how much I'd enjoyed the week, thoughts which pursued
me to bed that night and an enjoyable conclusion to the day.
                                *
     Wednesday morning I thought I would see if Tom was around.  He
appeared soon after I knocked on the back door but I wasn't allowed to stay
long as Duncan was making him catch up with school work.  I purposely
didn't tell him about Cleggy.  He said Duncan was also a bit short fused as
he was trying to finish two essays and I was obviously seen as an unwelcome
interruption.  I went back home and looked to see what I had still to do.
I'd completely forgotten a long translation Van had set me so scribbled
away furiously until Tony rang the bell to collect me to see Cleggy.  We
also collected Roo on the way who was in a really cheerful state especially
having heard of Cleggy's clipping, as he put it.

     Geoffrey answered the door when we arrived and just pointed us
upstairs and grinned.  We filed into Cleggy's room where he was sitting,
also catching up with school work.  Roo thumped him on the shoulder and
said in a mock cockney voice, "Watcha cock!  Or what's left of it!" and
demanded to be shown the damage.  Cleggy said it still hurt and he had to
wear a bandage on it but Roo was insistent.

     "Come on, Cleggy, it can't be too bad, let's have a look!"

     He nodded to Tony and they advanced on Cleggy and bundled him over
onto the bed.

     "Come on, Jacko," Roo said, "We'll hold him down and you get it out
for him."

     Cleggy said it would hurt and I promised not to do anything rough if
he was still and swiftly undid his flies and got his trousers to his knees.
I levered down his pants very carefully until his bandaged dick was free.

     "Let me up and I'll show you," pleaded Cleggy, "I'll do it then it
won't hurt."

     The other two released their hold on him and he stood up.  Tony held
his shirt away from his front as Cleggy very slowly undid the bandage.
Crumbs, he had grown!  The crumpled, snail-like object of a few weeks ago
was now a straight, slender, well-formed dick.  None of us commented on the
transformation which was quite startling.

     "It's ever so tender," he explained as he leant forward slightly to
let it hang free of his balls, "I've got to wear a bandage on it for at
least a week.  But, I'm so glad 'cos it looks alright now, doesn't it?"

     We all agreed, it was quite different.  I peered a bit closer and saw
under his very pink knob end a thin, dark line where the skin had been cut.
Tony was even more inquisitive than me and voiced, I'm sure, all our
thoughts.

     "Have you done it yet?" he demanded.

     Cleggy shook his head, "No, it's too sore.  It's gone stiff but it
pulls on the scar."  He winced.  "Ouch, the underneath bit's very sore
now."  He slowly wound the bandage on again and looked quite relieved when
he pulled up his pants and tucked the swaddled object in.

     "Mum says I needn't go to school until next week.  You promise you
won't tell anyone?  Just say I'm unwell 'cause they'll all take the mickey
when I get back."

     I laughed, "Gosh, Cleggy, you're the one who usually takes the
mickey!"

     We promised, however, even if I did keep my fingers crossed.

     Ma was inquisitive when I got home and wanted to know if I had
everything ready for the morning as I mustn't be late first morning back.
She also said they were going to a big party at Van's on Saturday night for
his 50th birthday so if I liked I could ask Matt to stay the night.  Good
show!
                                *
                         Thursday 6th January 1944
     I was almost late, as usual, and fell into line next to Roo and
reminded him not to say what had happened to Cleggy.  In fact, it wasn't
until break time that his secret got out.  Roo told Dave Morgan and within
minutes there was a crowd round us demanding to know all about it.  I said
we'd inspected it and he'd be back next week.  They all laughed and said
wait until he comes back!

     Roo asked me and Matt if we would like to go round to his on Saturday
afternoon for tea as it was his birthday.  There would be Tony and Cleggy
as well but his mum didn't want too many all at once.  Gosh, Saturday would
be good as I'd already asked Matt during register taking about staying with
me over the weekend and he'd accepted straight away.

     Then disaster struck.  When we got back to the form room a note from
the head beak was read out saying that all boys from the fourth year
onwards must, repeat must, belong to some recognised youth organisation for
War Effort purposes.  Of course, in the whole form of Scouts, Cadets, Boys'
Brigade and what have you, there were only Matt, Benno and me who didn't
belong to anything.  We were told to join something quickly because we had
to report back on Monday about membership.  We three wandered about during
lunchtime debating what would be best to join.  None of us wanted to be
Cadets as most of the roughnecks in 4S and the Fifth Form were noisy, boot
wearing members of that mob.  Boys' Brigade was out as none of us went to
the Methodist or the Baptist Church and although Scouts seemed the best bet
I said knot tying and rubbing two sticks together to light fires was not my
idea of fun.  Matt said nor were cold baths and we had to explain that to
Benno.  Benno then had a bright idea and suggested St John Ambulance 'cos
at least it would be useful and he knew someone in it who liked it very
much.  We agreed we'd better give it a go and when we got back in after the
bell announced our decision to Huggy.  He raised his eyebrows and said we
had been quick but it seemed a good choice and we would be hearing in the
morning what we had to do.

     Disaster struck again when we got changed for rugger.  Rabbity
informed us that on the last Tuesday of term all Fourths, Fifths and Sixths
would be taking part in cross-country runs for some cups and medals donated
by an Old Boy who died God knows how many years ago.  Ours was to be four
and a half miles and this was the only warning we would get.  He also said
there would be House points involved as well.  There was general alarm at
this announcement - gosh, four and a half miles is a long way.  Our
trepidation was only tempered by the information that the Fifth Year run
was five and a half and the Sixth, six and a half miles.

     The game wasn't too bad, no Vince or Cleggy in the scrum behind me.
Vince was away again - Danny Ross said he was staying at home until Easter
and having lessons there.  In fact, I had Danny shoving behind me instead
and no ball exploration.  Matt got bawled at by Rabbity for not paying
attention when I heeled out to him once which made him fumble even more.  I
think we were very glad when it started to pour with rain and Rabbity
shooed us all back in to shower and change.  At least we got away from
school early.

     Pa laughed at supper when I complained about having to do this run at
the end of term and said something about modern youth wasn't as tough as
when he was a boy!  Ma said I should practice for it like the ancient Greek
boy, Milo of Croton, who carried a day-old bull calf on his shoulders and
then did it every day until it was fully grown.  So, why didn't I do short
runs to begin with then increase the distance with practice.  Pa said that
seemed to be one of the few times that a classical education showed some
usefulness, except he would have called him Milo the Cretin.  Ma sniffed
but we decided that was a good idea and that I should try first running
round the path in the park along the road in the morning.  Ma said she
would get me up at seven and I could go for a quarter of an hour the first
day.  I went to bed early to get some sleep but, first things first...
                                *
     Ma banged on my door spot on seven.  Pa was eating breakfast as I
trundled out into the cold morning air in shorts, Rugger shirt and
plimsolls.  It wasn't too bad.  Since they'd taken the park railings for
the War Effort it was easy enough to get in and I ran round the perimeter
path and was back indoors by twenty-five past.  I had a quick wash and got
dressed and was ready for breakfast at quarter to eight.  And, wasn't I
ready for breakfast!
  Ma must have guessed as she'd made a great saucepan of porridge and I
managed to demolish three bowls full.  I needed it!

     At school after lunch, Huggy had a message for Matt, me and Benno.  We
had to report to the St John's place at seven o'clock Monday evening.
                                *
     Saturday morning I went for my second run.  I quite enjoyed it and on
the way back saw Duncan Buchanan who was just finishing his paper round.  I
didn't stop, just waved and sped on.  Later I went over to see Mrs Tring to
ask if I could go earlier on Mondays for my lesson as I had to join the St
John Ambulance Brigade.  She smiled and agreed and told me to start
practising the Grade Six pieces so we didn't waste time.  I kept thinking
of the choirboy from Tring but managed to keep a straight face and, after
lunch, went through two of the pieces quite carefully.

     Matt turned up at three and soon after we set off for Roo's.  Cleggy
and Tony were already there and were busy tying up Roo's younger brother in
bandages.

     "Thought we'd better show you how it's done," Cleggy said amidst
general merriment.  "This one's for a fracture of the clavicle, or collar
bone for the ignorant, and this for a hand wound," he said with a very
professional air, "And this is my speciality for a sprained ankle.  Don't
forget, Roo and I have already got our First Aid badges."

     Although we laughed, except at the allusion to ignorance, they were
very neatly done and young Kanga was obviously enjoying the attention.  He
was a nice kid and latched onto me as soon as the bandages were off because
he wanted some help with his maths homework.  I remembered he was in the
same class as Benno's brother but didn't say anything as I thought I would
ask Roo about him another time.  Anyway, the tea was good and we all had a
good time.

     Ma and Pa were just setting out when Matt and I got back.  More food.
Ma had left some sandwiches which we scoffed about nine o'clock.  But what
we did mainly was talk.  I told Matt all about Cardiff and he said he had a
reasonable time up at the Naval base in Scotland.  He'd played a lot of
table tennis with a couple of ratings in his father's office but, he said,
he'd missed his friends.  He was very envious of my stories about my
cousins and was very pleased when I told him that all three of my cousins
and the two Jones the Balls were all lop-sided and he wasn't to worry about
it.  With all this it wasn't long before we were both ready for a good wank
so we decided we'd get ready for bed.

     As Matt stripped off he revealed his Christmas present from his dad -
he was wearing a jockstrap.  He looked very good in it and I said I hadn't
noticed him wearing it on Thursday for rugger.  He said he'd been a bit shy
in case the others had taken the mickey.  Crumbs, taking the mickey out of
someone with such a package!  I persuaded him he should wear it next week
and he promised.  We stood in front of the mirror and I noticed his balls
bounced as I beat his meat!  After we'd tossed each other off he said I
could wear the jockstrap for the rest of the evening and it fitted me very
well if not so bulgy as for him.

     We sat in our dressing gowns and talked on for some time.  I had just
been telling him something about Gareth so I asked him if he knew what a
French letter was.  He said he'd heard about them but hadn't seen one.  I
said Gareth had given me one so we could find out about them.  I'd already
put the little package under my shirts in the drawer so got it out and Matt
examined it.  We sat side by side on the floor and I tore it open and
extracted the pale rubbery object.  We passed it back and forth until Matt
said I'd better put it on.  I slipped out of his jockstrap and he helped
get my prick hard.  Between us we managed to get it over my dick and roll
it down.

     It was a bit big for my not very thick prick but Matt rubbed my dong
up and down with it on and I soon shot off into it.  Matt's cock was stiff
again so I carefully rolled the thing off mine and, still with my spunk in
it, positioned it on his knob.  His prick, as we rolled it down, filled it
completely and I gave him a second wank and his spunk mixed with mine.

     Then came the pantomime.  After getting it off his prick I squashed it
in some loo paper and we tried to flush it away down the lav.  It took
three goes and a vigorous shove with the brush before it finally went round
the bend, or so we thought.  Sometime later Matt went to the lav and it was
floating on the surface!  He called me and we finally got rid of it after
flushing again a couple of times and watching for ages.

     "They're a waste of time!" said Matt tetchily, "Especially if you have
to watch it like that every time.  I don't think I'll want to stop babies
'cause I don't think I want any children.  I'm not too keen on girls,
anyway, especially my sister Julia."

     "But you can't marry your sister," I said.

     "No, I don't mean that.  She's a pain.  She laughed when she saw my
present and said she supposed it was a bra for little boys!"

     "My cousins wear them and so does Mike O'Brien and they're not little
boys.  And you're not little, at least not down there!  And if I grow like
my cousins I won't be either!"

     I took the jockstrap off and handed it to Matt before getting into
bed.
  Matt smirked and stretched it out in his hands.

     "It fits me well, doesn't it?"

     "Don't boast or you might lose more than Cleggy in the night!  While
you're snoring I might get the scissors and go snip, snip, snip!"

     He put a protective hand over his dangling cock.

     "No thanks!  I promise!  You be kind to me and I'll be kind to you!"

     "Don't just stand there, then, get into bed!"

     He slid into bed and I switched the light out before we snuggled up
together.  Matt was quiet for a few moments and I had the familiar feeling
he was worried about something.  I waited, then put an arm over his
shoulder and drew him even closer.

     "What do you want to tell me this time," I whispered into his ear.

     He tensed a little then asked, "How did you know?"

     "I know you very well by now, Matt.  Go on, tell me."

     "Well, I was going to tell you about something that happened in
Scotland."

     I hugged him a bit tighter and I felt him relax a fraction before he
continued.

     "It was after supper on Thursday evening and they were all nattering
and I was a bit bored so I said I would go down and have a look at the
harbour.  I don't think anyone noticed I'd said it 'cause they were all
talking away and I just slipped out.  Any way, I went down the road and it
was very dark and then when I was coming back I wanted to pee so I went
into the public lav.  I was standing there and 'cause it was dark I didn't
notice there was someone else in there until he came and stood by me.  It
was one of the sailors.  He was a Leading Seaman 'cause I saw his sleeve.
He had his flap undone."

     He paused because he must have sensed I wasn't clear about what he
meant by flap. "You know, sailor's have a flap at the front of their
bell-bottoms.  Anyway, he had his undone already and his cock was all up
and hard."  I felt him giggle to himself in the dark. "I couldn't see very
well but it wasn't as big as mine!"

     "You're boasting again," I whispered accusingly.

     He put a hand on my side and stroked me.  "No I'm not, it's the truth,
but then he said 'Hello, Jock, I haven't seen you here before, are you
new?'  So I said I was there on holiday and my name wasn't Jock, I was
Commander Ward's son, Matthew.  Do you know what, he just said 'Christ
Almighty' and ran out still with his prick all out!  What do you think of
that?"

     What did I think of that?  I think Matt was meant to give someone a
hand but before I got round to saying something he went on without waiting
for a reply.

     "And do you know what happened next.  I'd just finished so I went out
but I looked back when I was up the street a bit and I saw two more sailors
come out and go off the other way.  They must have been in there when I was
as well."

     "Matt," I said quietly, "Do you remember the party when everyone
paired up?"

     "Yeah, I thought of that, but I didn't know him, did I?" Matt said
reproachfully, "I knew Benno!"

     "Matt, I don't think that's the point.  That sailor just wanted you to
toss him off.  Look, we'll ask Tom tomorrow, he'll know."

     We lapsed into silence and just lay and hugged each other for a while
until I noticed the dozy hound had dropped off and was snoring quietly.  I
contemplated giving his bollocks a good squeeze to indicate my displeasure
but desisted.  There would be plenty of time for more explorations and I
really should conserve my stamina for my run in the morning.
                                *
     I was awake bright and early and ready for my practice run.  Matt was
still asleep so I fished out the jockstrap from his pile of clothes and put
it on first before putting on the rest of my running togs.  If he was too
lazy to get up and join me I might as well have the benefit of his genital
support!  He was still snoring away as I left the bedroom.  I could hear Pa
snoring too and there was no sign of Ma downstairs.  I did three circuits
of the perimeter quite easily without getting too puffed and arrived back
just as Duncan was delivering the Sunday paper.  This time I stopped and
greeted him, panting a little.

     "Hello, Jacko," he said cheerily, "I saw you yesterday as well so
you're taking the run seriously?"

     "I don't think I could run as far as that without practice so I'm
doing it by increasing the distance each day."

     "You're very methodical," he said, "You'd better persuade lazy Tom to
get himself out of bed in the mornings and do the same.  If he doesn't I
hope you beat him.  In fact, I might join you sometime!  Anyway, he's got
to get up this morning 'cause we've got Church Parade at eleven."

     "I might pop in to see him before then.  Matt's staying with me and
he's still in bed so I'll get him up."

     I jogged back indoors and Ma was in the kitchen waiting for the kettle
to boil.

     "Morning, Jacko, you're up early.  Matt didn't go with you, then?"

     "No, he's still asleep, but I'll take him a cup of tea."

     "I don't think your father will be up yet, either.  We didn't get in
until very late and your Mr Vansittart is very generous with the wine!  I
don't think you'd better disturb him this morning but you could try to get
him to go for a walk this afternoon.  At least it'll clear his head!"

     I put cups and saucers on a tray for both of us and took them upstairs
once the tea was made.  Matt was still asleep, lazy bugger. I nudged him
awake and said his morning tea was ready on the bedside table.  He blinked
and made a face as I pulled the blackout curtains back.

     "Gosh, I slept well," he said, then noticed I was in running
kit. "Have you been out already?" he asked, "I didn't know you got up."

     I stood by the bed and peeled my shirt off first.  I carefully lowered
my shorts and it had the desired effect on Matt.

     "You crafty hound, you've got my jockstrap on!" he growled.

     "It's quite OK," I replied, "It says it's an athletic support and it's
been supporting an athlete!  At least it's done it's proper job today."

     I held it by its elastic loops over his face and lowered it so it
tickled his nose.  He grabbed at it and I let it drop so the pouch covered
his nose and mouth.  He pulled it away and looked at it carefully.

     "I don't mind as long as you haven't made it mucky.  I remember what
you threatened to do with Billy Clarke's!" he said turning the pouch inside
out.  "Good, it's quite OK!"  He looked up and grinned.  "Did you like it?"
he asked.

     "Yeah, and I saw Duncan and showed him," I lied, "He said mine was
bigger than Tom's!"

     "You didn't, did you?  Out there?" Matt said in a serious voice.

     "No, of course not, but I did see him and I said we would go and get
Tom up later."

     I washed and dressed and waited while Matt did the same.  He was
contemplating his pimples ruefully in the mirror and was undecided whether
to risk shaving.  I told him about Rhys and his remarks about randiness and
spots and that cheered him up a bit and he decided not to shave.

     Breakfast was ready when we went down and Ma told us about the party.
Apparently Huggy had been there as well and Ma said he and Van had sung
some very funny duets.  Matt and I looked at each other.  I don't think
either of us could imagine Huggy or Van being funny.  Grown-ups, funny?

     Just after nine we went to see if Tom was up.  His mum answered the
door and said he was still in bed but we had her permission to get him up,
quick, as he had to be ready by half past ten.  We repeated our previous
manoeuvre by carefully opening his door and creeping in silently.  He, like
Matt, snored and was curled all unsuspectingly in his bed.  We whipped the
bedclothes off him and in his confusion he turned on his stomach.  Matt
pinned him down by the shoulders and I deftly pulled his pyjama bottoms
down and sat on his legs.  I put a thumb at the top of his crack and leaned
over him.

     "Ready to be shafted, Tom?" I whispered.

     As his face was pressed against the pillow we couldn't hear his reply
so I just lowered my thumb a bit and his arse began to jerk.  A muffled cry
came from the pillow.

     "Let me up, you sods, I'll do the pair of you if you don't! I can't
breathe!"

     Matt released his grip a bit and a tousled head was raised.

     "Gosh, waking me up like that.  I thought it was Duncan!"

     I rubbed my hand on his bum and he wriggled in response.

     "Do you like that, eh, Tom?", I asked, giving his buttock a tweak.

     "Come on, get off, I'm being squashed!" he said making a great effort
to free himself.

     I poked Matt in the back and we both stood up and Tom turned over
displaying a good morning erection.

     "Look at big boy, Jacko!" said Matt in hushed tones.

     Simultaneously we sat on him again holding his hands down and Matt
started to beat him off. Tom didn't struggle or move but just closed his
eyes and opened his mouth.  He soon came and splodges of come went all over
his pyjama jacket.  We got up and he lay still for a few moments.  He
opened his eyes and smiled hugely.

     "Gosh, that was great!  Thanks, I really needed that!"  He breathed in
deeply, "But I suppose I'd better get up now.  It's Church Parade this
morning and Duncan will be in here soon.  I know, while I go and wash you
go and see him.  He should be in his room."

     Duncan was in his room and we knocked politely before going in.  He
greeted us affably.

     "Has the galloping gonad sent you along?  I suppose he was still fast
asleep.  Is he up yet?"

     Matt sniggered at the epithet.  We didn't say Tom's gonads had just
been well exercised but confirmed he was up and was getting washed before
getting ready for Church Parade.

     "Ah, well, I suppose I'd better do a quick change then."

     We moved to the door, but he just motioned us back.

     "No, it's OK you can wait.  He'll be along as soon as he's ready."

     Dunc then proceeded to remove shoes, shirt, vest and trousers in one
quick move and stood there in just his pants and socks.  He was about as
tall as cousin Gareth and was almost as broad and he was very muscular.
However, what caught my eye was the patch of dark brown hair on his chest
which was quite noticeable as he stood sideways to us.  He went over to the
wardrobe and proceeded to get out his uniform and put it on the bed.

     "Matt had a good present for Christmas," I said, deliberately not
looking at Matt, "His dad gave him a jockstrap."

     I turned and looked at Matt who went bright red.  Duncan straightened
up and turned to face Matt and grinned.

     "Ho, that's good, I've heard you really do need one!  I told you Billy
Clarke has sung your praises and Tom says you're the envy of his form!"

     Poor old Matt, he went even redder.

     "Yes, it's true," I added, grinning as well, "He's the pride of our
class, aren't you Matt?"

     "Shut up, will you?  I can't help it!" he growled, flashing me a
hateful look, "I'll deal with you later!"

     Duncan went over to him and towered over him and put a hand on his
shoulder.  "You're a lucky lad.  Our pride is Donald Duck!  Confidentially,
I've never seen one so big!"

     Donald Duck?  Then I remembered.  One of the Sixth Formers was Ronald
Drake and he was always known as Donald Duck.  He was a rather weedy
individual with large steel- rimmed glasses who harried us lesser mortals
into line as he was also a prefect.  Both of us waited for more revelations
but none were forthcoming.  Duncan walked over to the bed and began to get
dressed in his uniform.  I stole a look at Matt whose high colour had
receded and who was gazing rapturously at Duncan as he wriggled into his
shirt.  Finally he was ready, combing his hair before perching a black
forage cap on his head at a rakish angle.

     "That should do!" he exclaimed, turning in front of the mirror, "All
we need now is that microcephalic monstrosity of a brother of mine.  He
should be getting ready by now.  And he'd better be smart or I'll give him
what for!"

     He did look smart himself.  Very smart indeed.

     "Anyway, what other news do you have?", he asked.

     "Oh, not much.  We're joining the St John Ambulance 'cause we don't
belong to anything and everyone has to," I said rather lamely.  "Oh, and
George Clegg's been circumcised."

     Matt shot me a very surprised glance.  Duncan laughed.

     "No connection between those two events, I suppose.  You have to
bandage the wounded, you know!  George Clegg, Dr. Clegg's noisy son, isn't
he?"

     Matt intervened, "Yes, he's still away but Jacko went to visit him in
hospital."

     "Private viewing, eh?  Or more correctly, privates viewing?"

     We all laughed.

     "He looks quite different now," I said.  "He was being strangled," I
added.

     "Strangled!" said Duncan, "From what I've heard he should have been
strangled round the neck years ago not just elsewhere!  He's a regular
little rip, isn't he?
  Jim Chater used to say if anything went wrong at Scouts he only had to
look for George Clegg and he knew he'd be involved."

     I was just about to divulge George's torment at camp but I thought
better of it.  Anyway, at that moment in came Tom with a smirk on his face.
He also looked very smart.

     "Mum said I could wear your other white shirt 'cause mine's a bit
tight."

     Duncan towered over him as well. "You flea-ridden little eruption,
don't you dare damage it or I'll...." he began, when there was a knock on
the door.  It was Mrs Buchanan.  She looked from one to the other of her
two sons and then addressed Matt and me.

     "I hope you're being looked after.  I've left a pot of tea and some
scones on the table.  Don't let these two eat them all.  I have to be going
now."  She looked at Tom again. "You'll do, and don't forget your porridge
is still on the hob!  And I suppose I don't have to say don't be late for
lunch!"

     Tom playfully punched me on the arm.  "Come on then, beat you to the
table!"

     We followed Mrs Buchanan closely down the stairs and were sitting
eating when Duncan and Matt appeared and joined in.  Matt seemed
preoccupied over something and this was made very clear when we left the
two lads as they set off and we arrived home and were up in my bedroom.

     "Gosh, Jacko," Matt exploded, "Duncan said Rabbity had told him to
keep any eye on me for standby scrum half for any First Team matches for
the rest of the term.  I didn't know that!"

     He looked so pleased I just felt I had to hug him.  I did.  He
responded with a great hug back.  He'd forgotten me embarrassing him with
Duncan, but we spent the rest of the morning talking about the Buchanans.
Matt absolutely hero-worshipped Duncan and gave me a minute description of
all that had happened while we were in his room, including an almost inch
by inch description of his body.  The only inches missing were those in his
pants and I could sense Matt's longing to gaze on those as well.  I
reminded him we hadn't told Tom about the Scotland incident and Matt said,
very meaningfully, that could wait until next time.

     Pa was most cheerful at lunch.  Any signs of over indulgence the night
before were not referred to and he said if we liked we could go out to
Alvescott for a breath of fresh air.  We agreed, under the watchful eye of
Ma, and I went along to the Buchanans to see if they wanted to come as
well.  Tom did but Duncan said he had some work to finish so wouldn't.  I
could see Matt was a bit disappointed but we had a fine time and Matt
chatted to Pa most of the time while I told Tom, at a discreet distance, of
Matt's adventure.  He said Duncan had told him not to go to public lavs if
he could help it because there were often men around who wanted boys to
toss them off and do other things.  He wouldn't be drawn on other things
but said he would tell me another time.  He said a man had shown him his
prick in a lav in the Ritz cinema in Kerslake but he'd just said no thank
you and walked off.

     In bed that night I told Matt what Tom had told me and he said that he
supposed they needed to whack off as much as anyone else so he wasn't too
worried about it.  Both of us needed to be whacked off and by the time we
had settled down to sleep that meant twice each!
                                *
                    Monday January 10th 1944
     Ma banged on the door at seven and I crept out of bed and put my
running kit on.  Matt woke as I was tying my plimsoll laces and said he
supposed he'd better come too and had I got a spare pair of shorts.  I took
off my new ones and put on the old, tight ones 'cause they wouldn't have
fitted him especially with his huge bulge.  My other rugger shirt did fit
and he'd brought his plimsolls, so, all kitted out we set off.  He kept up
quite well until we were in our second circuit of the park so I carried on
and completed four while he puffed round for his third.  As I caught him up
and we left the park I said he was wearing down his stamina with too much
wanking.

     Oh dear, the worried look appeared again but when we got back and took
our kit off he wrestled me down and said I did it just as much as he did
and it was only I'd had more running practice.  I said it was a shame they
didn't have a tossing off championship because he'd be a winner!  He, very
unsportingly, squeezed my balls and said I would be lucky to shoot any
spunk by the time he'd finished with me.  I heaved him over and we ended up
clutching each other's bollocks and laughing helplessly.  Pity we didn't
have more time as I was really ready for another wank then even though I'd
had a good run!

     Monday was a very busy day.  Huggy gave us a great run round in maths
and Van gave out an horrendous amount of homework in French.  After school
I hurried back to have my piano lesson and to get ready for the St John
Ambulance meeting.  It was about a mile to the hall and when I cycled up
Matt and Benno were already standing outside.  We went in together and were
greeted by a man with a very Irish accent.  This turned out to be Mr
Halloran from Pa's works and he was in charge that evening.

     My next surprise was to be given my first instructions by his son,
Pat.
  He recognised me straight off and though a bit wary at first, I suppose
over the accidental black eyes, he turned out to be a great lad.  All three
of us said how much we liked him and also our first visit to St Johns.  Oh
crumbs, that night in bed I had so many thoughts.  I kept seeing Matt
tossing off Tom and wanting Matt's hand on my prick like last night. I
finally came thinking of my black-haired cousin Alun and wondering if
red-haired Mike liked it as much as we did.
                                *
     It was a miserable morning when I looked out of the window but I was
determined not to miss my run so set off and did four circuits again.  I
was pretty bedraggled when I got to the back door so Ma said I'd better
have a quick bath before breakfast.  Pa was still eating his breakfast when
I came down and set to ravenously at the porridge.  He watched as I wolfed
down a couple of bowls and said he was considering whether I'd had a mass
of porridge or a mess of pottage.  Ma said she was surprised at his
biblical knowledge.  I wondered if he knew about Onan?  At least his
brother did!

     Great surprises when I got home after school.  Ma was home already and
said Uncle Edward had 'phoned the works saying a delivery was being made
during the afternoon and she had come home to see what it was but, first,
there was an envelope to be opened which had the news I'd just got a
distinction at Grade Five.

     The big surprise was a large box and a small box delivered just before
I got home by Trooper Jones.  The large box contained a wireless set and
was from Uncle Edward with many thanks for my translating work.  His note
said that Private Higgs was now in the glasshouse and they'd discovered
he'd been involved in long-running black market fiddles.  The smaller box
contained two carvings, one of a sheep and the other a marvellous one of
Bran!  There were two notes.  One in English written by one of the POWs
thanking me for my help in doing the translation and the other, in German,
from Hans wishing me well and hoping I would be backto see him and Bran
soon.

     I was just reading out the second note when Mike arrived and he had to
be told all about everything.  He carried the wireless set up to my bedroom
and I thanked him again for the drawing which now was up on my wall.  He
said he'd been very pleased with the pencils.  We couldn't set the wireless
up as I needed a lead and an aerial which would require Pa's assistance. I
told Mike about my practice runs and also that I'd met Pat Halloran as I'd
joined the St John's Ambulance.  We were still chatting on when Pa came
home and he disappeared off to his workshop at the back of the garage and
soon had the wireless working for me.  It was great!

     I did my homework listening to a concert and then went to bed still
with it on.  Ma came up later and said I wasn't to stay up all night
listening to it.  Oh, gosh, I was so excited I didn't even think about
having a wank!
                                *
     I'd just completed my first circuit of the park next morning when a
heavy-footed figure joined me.  It was Tom.  I was most surprised given
that his brother was always very scathing about his love of bed.  However,
he said he thought he'd better do some practice or his reputation might be
dented especially if I was going to practice hard.  He, like Matt, was
puffing a bit after his third circuit, and my fifth, so I was rather
pleased I'd already had a start on him.  We parted at his gate and he said
he'd meet me again same time, same place, tomorrow.

     On arrival at school I was just in time to line up beside Tim Parker
and ask him how he'd got on with the Grade Five exams.  He'd got full marks
and his brother John had not only got distinctions for both piano and cello
at Grade 8 but was in line for a gold medal!  Gosh, that was good news and
he was pleased I'd got a distinction too.  We'd just finished when we were
joined by Cleggy.  As we both looked surprised at seeing him he just had
time to whisper that he was fed up being at home before some Sixth Form oik
called us to attention before we marched in.  Of course, he was the centre
of attention as soon as we got to our form room after assembly but Huggy's
entrance soon scattered the mob into their seats.

     At break time lots wanted to know how he was and he said all would be
revealed after PT next lesson.  It was too.  Rabbity, as usual, gave us ten
minutes to shower and dress.  We all stripped quickly and watched as Cleggy
slowly removed his shorts and pants.  He proudly displayed his newly
released and lengthened cock and all were agreed there was a great
difference.  Dave Morgan and John Wills stood on either side of him and
Dave said they were very pleased to welcome Cleggy to the Grand Order of
Roundheads.  This set us all laughing but any further jollity was prevented
as we heard Rabbity bawling out someone in the corridor so all rushed to
get showered quick.

     Matt cycled home with me for the French circle and he was most envious
of my wireless set.  We had to wait for Roo and Tony who'd gone home first
to change ready for Scouts that evening.  Roo was wearing a new pair of
corduroy shorts he'd had for Christmas and, if Ma hadn't been present, I'm
sure he'd have been minus them there and then if Tony's whispered threats
had been carried out.  The French circle went very well and Matt stayed on
and had some tea while Ma carried on with conversation.  Matt has improved
greatly and keeps going even if he does make some peculiar mistakes.

     After that we went upstairs and ploughed through the first two
chapters of the St John handbook we had to read before our next meeting.
We both agreed it seemed great fun, except that we might have to deal with
someone in an accident.  We spent some time prodding each other and naming
bones and pressure points.  When we went down Pa wanted to know what all
the hilarity was for and then tested us on what we knew.  It wasn't bad, it
was the horrid pronunciations which caught us out most.  I had another look
at the handbook in bed and thought of Pat Halloran who seemed to know
everything in it from the way he'd dealt with things on Monday.  Although I
was a lot less excited than the night before I still had one bit of
excitement to contend with.  Crumbs, two day's worth had really mounted up!
                                *
     The rest of the week passed quickly with all the homework and extra
work I had.  Tom came running each morning and on Saturday I did six
circuits to his five.  I practised Grade Six very hard after breakfast and,
as both Tom and Matt were going out I went round to see Nobbo in the
afternoon.  We finished off our science homework and settled down to
compare notes about Christmas.  After I said I'd had quite a bit of money
as presents but I'd had to put it all in the Post Office Nobbo was
thoughtful for a moment or two.

     "If I tell you this you promise you won't say anything to Billy, will
you?"

     I promised.  I was unlikely to tell Billy anything, he always seemed
to be out when I visited Nobbo these days.

     "Well, I found his Post Office book where he'd hidden it away and he's
got nearly two hundred pounds in it!"

     Gosh, that was lots of money!

     "Yeah," Nobbo continued confidentially, "He's put in over fifty pounds
since Christmas.  I wonder where he gets it from?"

     "I expect he works somewhere in the evenings or Saturdays and earns
it," I said, not knowing anything about how much people were paid.  "Duncan
Buchanan has a paper round so I suppose he earns money."

     "But all that's a lot of money to get in a year," Nobbo said
hesitantly, "He doesn't say he's got a job but he's often out late
especially when mum's on night duty.  He was out almost all night on New
Year's Eve and the next night and he told me I mustn't tell mum."

     "Perhaps he's got a girlfriend," I conjectured thinking of Gareth's
pursuit, "He might have been out with her."

     "No, I don't think so, I'll try to find out.  But girls don't give you
money do they?"

     "I don't think so, my cousin says girls are only interested in what
you have in your wallet..., and in your trousers, in that order."

     Nobbo laughed at that but became serious again. "Well, Billy had ten
pounds in one pound notes in his jacket pocket when he came home on the
Sunday.  He was still asleep in the morning when I got up and his jacket
was on the floor.  I picked it up and the notes were just stuffed in so I
counted them.  He doesn't know I saw them, so don't tell him."

     "Where is he now?" I asked.

      "I don't know, mum's on duty tonight again and he said he might be
late.  I must have looked concerned because he said I wasn't to worry about
him 'cause he could look after himself.  That doesn't sound as if he's got
a job, does it?"

     Having got all that off his chest Nobbo was a bit brighter and liked
all my tales.  Naturally, we both got hard-ons when I told him about the
quartet so we had to have a duet.
                                *
                    Sunday January 16th 1944
     Tom was waiting in our back porch when I emerged on Sunday morning.
We decided to run round several of the roads and we must have done a good
couple of miles before it began to piss down with rain.  We ended up at my
house very wet and bedraggled so Ma shooed us up to the bathroom for a
quick bath.  The hot water made us both very horny and as soon as we'd
dried ourselves we tossed each other off into the bath water before letting
it and our spunk swirl away.

     Tom borrowed my dressing gown and we had some breakfast before I
braved the rain and went to fetch some clothes for him.  I then went round
with him and helped him do his maths homework.  Duncan was not in a very
good mood as old Campion had given him a C for an essay and, as his
birthday was coming up, he'd got his call-up papers.  Mrs Buchanan said I
might as well stay to lunch and we spent the time twitting Duncan about
which regiment he would be going into.  I got an awful glare from him when
I suggested the Women's Land Army.  Retribution was swift.  Duncan followed
us up after lunch and Tom went to the lav.  I went into Tom's bedroom and
next thing found myself trussed up like a chicken.  Duncan had followed me
in stealthily, grabbed me, spreadeagled me over the bed and proceeded to
tie my legs and arms up behind me using Tom's pyjamas.  I was helpless and
wriggling like mad as he then gave my ribs a great tickle.  Tom came in and
saw the scene and, good for him, rushed at Duncan who left me and scooted
out of the room roaring with laughter.  Tom was now also in stitches and
watched as I struggled feebly while he giggled uncontrollably.

     "That's what he does to me," he spluttered, "But at least he didn't
finish you off in the same way as he left me last time!"

     I remembered Tom's complaint that Duncan had fished his cock out so he
could hardly call his mum for help.

     "Come on, Tom," I implored, "Untie me, please."

     He went over and shut the door then came over to the bed.

     "Do you want to be freed, then?" he said in a sing-song voice, "Let
Tom undo you."

     The silly sod then undid my flies and hooked my cock out and began to
rub it up and down.

     "Little randy Jacko's got a big willy!" he continued in the stupid
voice.  He was right, Jacko's willy rapidly stiffened and lengthened.  Next
thing I knew I'd shot a load all over his bedspread!  Serve him right!  But
he was giggling again.

     "Crumbs, Jacko, that was heaps again," he muttered giving my cock
another, I hoped, friendly tug.  "If I let you up, no reprisals, eh?"

     I gritted my teeth, I hadn't really minded.  In fact, I'd enjoyed
every moment immensely but I wasn't going to let him know that.

     "I'll deal with you in my own time," I threatened.  It was too much of
a threat!  Tom put his hand into my pants and grabbed my nuts.

     "Any reprisals and these will be mine!" he announced in a mock heroic
whisper.

     "Pax!" I said, but secretly enjoying the gentle pressure on my
bollocks.

     "Right ho, then!" he said cheerfully, "I wouldn't really hurt my
little friend!"

     "Less of the little, mine's as big as yours!" was my retort which was
responded to by a further massaging of my goolies.

     "OK, we're equal as far as that is concerned, but watch it I'm bigger
than you!"

     "Shan't help you with your homework, then," I taunted him.  A more
than gentle squeeze followed.  "Ow.., yes, Tom, I will help you with your
homework!"

     He let go of my vulnerable organs, turned me on my stomach and untied
me.  He stood up rapidly and moved back, both hands protectively over his
equipment.

     "OK, Jacko, but we must find a way of getting one over Duncan.  I
can't do it alone and I'm not sure the two of us could hold him down."  He
grinned, "Perhaps when we've grown a bit more, eh?"

     I arranged my prick and balls in my pants and did my flies up.  Tom
watched, still grinning.

     "You liked that, really, didn't you?" he said, slyly.

     I had to let on, I nodded, "Yes, of course, and I can see why you
couldn't call your mum when he tied you up!"

     Ma had saved me some lunch so I had that for supper when I got home.
Early to bed after a busy weekend.  Oh my! I hadn't been in bed more than a
couple of minutes thinking about Tom and Duncan and I had to be busy again!

                                *
                    From: Monday January 17th 1944
     The next month passed uneventfully enough.  The weather wasn't too
bad, a bit of snow, but I did my run every day and I was doing a bit more
every week.  Tom was a faithful companion and only missed one day when he
thought he had a cold.  He had worked out we were doing almost four miles
every day.  I was also keeping up my other activities and was averaging
nine a week, including in that time three each with Tom and Matt, once with
Nobbo and, a new one, once with Cleggy.

     That happened as follows.  On one Friday (February 11th) Nobbo asked
if I would like to go round next day and help him with his Latin.  I agreed
and turned up early in the afternoon and we got all the work done very
quickly but then who should turn up but Cleggy.  I then discovered that
Cleggy had decided he wanted to follow in father's and brother's footsteps
and had found out Nobbo also wanted to be a doctor.  Cleggy was quite funny
about his decision.  He said it was all due to his operation.  If doctors
could help people like that he wanted to be one.

     "But not everyone needs to be circumcised," I said, "I don't and Nobbo
doesn't!"

     Cleggy looked from one to the other of us.  "How do you know he
doesn't?" he said addressing me.

     I laughed, "'Cause I've seen him, you clot!"

     Cleggy laughed, "Just testing! I know he doesn't and he told me you
don't, so I knew that already.  In any case Roo and Tony told me about you
ages ago" He slapped me on the back.  "He, he," he chortled, "Your fame
goes before you!"

     "So does yours, Tony told me all about the camp!"

     "What's that?" demanded Nobbo, "Tell me?"

     Cleggy did.  We heard his side of the story which wasn't much
different from Tony's rendition.  Nobbo was in fits and it wasn't long
before he had signs of a rampant hard-on.  The narration stopped while we
inspected Cleggy's newly snipped cock and he tossed off Nobbo then me.  I
found they'd done it to each other the previous week so I then jacked
Cleggy off.  His prick was now quite long but not so thick as mine and the
end was very pink.  I asked him when he'd done it first after the
operation. He said he'd left it over a week and then he'd had a wet dream
one night so tried it carefully the next night and it was alright so he'd
kept on.

     Nobbo asked him if it was every day and Cleggy grinned and nodded.  He
made us laugh 'cause he said everyone kept asking to look at his prick so
he made it a condition for a mutual wank.  He said that in the last
fortnight as well as Nobbo and me he'd done it with Peter Fry, Johnny
Pearson, Danny Ross and the two other Roundheads in the form, Johnny Wills
and Dave Morgan.  Not only that, he and Roo Barnes had a bet on who would
be first to toss off all the boys in our class and so far they were level
pegging.  I didn't let on immediately that I was only one behind them when
Cleggy said they were up to eleven in our class.  I could see Nobbo
mentally totting up his score.  He said it was six for our form but nine
altogether.  I think Matt and I could have a race as well!  By this time we
were all ready for another so Nobbo and I jacked each other off while
Cleggy watched and idly stroked his hard-on before Nobbo finished him off.
                                *
     Sunday was very cold and icy so I didn't do my run and really missed
it.  Pa was still on his Air Raid Warden duty so Ma kept me busy with a
morning of French, then German and I practised the piano for over an hour
as well.  That night I was really randy when I went up to bed so I had to
toss off quickly as soon as I undressed.  Once in bed I spent ages doing it
again very slowly thinking of Cleggy and Nobbo the previous day before
flooding my chest with a violent eruption of come.
                                *
     I slept very soundly and didn't wake until Ma banged on the door at
seven.  The weather wasn't too bad so I did just four circuits of the park
and was joined by Tom as I started on the last one.  He, brave soul,
continued and I left.

     The rest of the day was uneventful except it was very noticeable that
Cleggy was much more subdued.  He didn't play around so much in class and
had changed places so he now sat next to Nobbo.  Huggy raised an eyebrow
when he saw the move but didn't' comment.  I also noticed Cleggy and Nobbo
rode off after school with Ned Carter!  I hurried home because I had both
Mrs Tring's lesson and then St John Ambulance.  All three of us were
praised because we'd learned everything given us the previous week and Pat
Halloran was very helpful and went over all the new bits with us before we
left.

     Pa had arrived home while I was out and was plainly rather excited
about something.  It turned out that he and Mike's dad were going to see
the trials of their new shell-casings at a gunnery range, and, as it was
next week, half-term, Mike and I could go with them!  Apparently it was
very hush-hush so all I was to say was that Pa was taking me on a week's
holiday!  With Mike!  We would be driving up on Sunday as Pa was going to
borrow the works' Rover and he and Mike's Dad would share the driving.  We
were going to stay at a farmhouse where we'd been on holiday before the
war.  I remembered that as it was surrounded by sheep and, apparently, it
was convenient as it was in the valley near the moor where the range was.
Pa and Dr O'Brien would be away a lot of the time so we would have to amuse
ourselves.  Gosh, you bet I agreed readily to going, but I had to contain
my excitement until I was in bed that night where the spunk flowed freely!
                                *
     I hurried home on Tuesday as Mike was coming for his maths lesson.  He
seemed as excited as me and said we would have a good time as he didn't
know that bit of England.  Pa had said if the weather was bad we would be
stuck indoors a lot but otherwise we could explore around.  I couldn't care
less, I was going to be with Mike for a week!  More celebrations that
night!!
                                *
     Matt wanted to know why I was so chirpy, as he put it, on Wednesday.
Was it because I was going up to the testing range?  How did he know?
Julia, his sister, of course!  She'd opened her big mouth and let secrets
out.  I said I'd better not tell Pa he knew and he'd better keep quiet.  He
looked very shamefaced and said he was sorry, he didn't realise it was a
big secret. Anyway, as long as he didn't tell anyone else I supposed it
would be safe from spies!  Roo and Tony turned up for French circle before
Ma got home and Roo did lose his new shorts this time.  Matt and I held him
down while Tony got them off him and then we tickled him unmercifully until
the tears ran down his face.  He also had a mighty hard-on as well but we
didn't risk anything as Ma was expected home any minute.  I thought of that
in bed later and gave my own hard-on a good tickling!
                                *
     The rest of the week rushed by - I religiously did my run every
morning and was now covering a fair distance and Tom was keeping up fine as
well.  I told him on Saturday as we ran back toward his house that I would
be away on holiday with Pa the next week so he wasn't to slack off.  Ma
went off with Pa to the works to get things all ready for the next day and
then, just after nine o'clock Tom turned up with a worried look and a
bundle of homework for me to help him with.  He said if I didn't help him
he would certainly not have time to do any running and would certainly
slack off.  I asked him if he meant slack off.  I got a punch on the arm
for that but at the end of two hours homework bashing we did have a very
pleasant whack off!

     Pa and Ma turned up just after twelve in the car and I spent the
afternoon packing my things - including my running kit and my trusty
towel!!


     To be continued:

Note: I would appreciate comments from anyone who has had the stamina to
keep going with the story.  Jo.

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.