Date: Wed, 04 Sep 2002 17:06:57 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 3

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 4

			 Wednesday 15th September

Nothing much happened first thing on Wednesday except that when I saw Tony
in class he grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign.  I did the same back as
I'd been really ready for another one when I got into bed and I suppose he
must have felt the same.  I looked round the class and wondered who was
doing it.  I supposed all the boys older than me were, including Benno, and
that only left young Nobbo.  I would have a good look in the showers after
gym this morning and again tomorrow after games to see what the others had
got.  I suppose I was day-dreaming a bit because the next thing I knew was
Huggy roaring my name as I hadn't answered as he called the register.

     "Asleep, Jacko my boy, too tired to answer!  I suppose you were late
to bed last night after wearying yourself with your homework?"

     I felt myself beginning to blush as I'd been wearying myself with
something other than homework in bed - luckily he was distracted by Cleggy
messing about in front of me and so attended to his misdemeanours.  Matthew
dug me in the ribs.

     "Hey, you were lucky there, Jacko, Huggy's on the warpath! Anyway, my
mum says she'll write a letter to your mum.  Can I bring it round
tomorrow?"

     I nodded, "Yep, come round, you might get some tea, we'll be hungry
after games."

     His face fell, "Vansittart grabbed me last night as I was going out
and said he wanted a good game from me on Saturday and he would be watching
me on Thursday.  In fact, he mentioned you and Alan Foster as well because
he's putting you and him down as touch judges because he says you two would
be the most reliable."

     Why Vansittart thought I would be reliable I don't know, unless he
thought getting me to do that would put him in Dad's good books and he
would get invited to supper again. I suppose I'd better look at the notice
board at break.


     I went down to the lobby at break and peered at the notices.  Sure
enough I was there as one of the touch judges.  There were two matches
against the Catholics, our year and a combined fifth and sixth years
because quite a few of the older lads were having County trials.  There
were seven of our class actually in the team, Tim Parker, Dave Morgan, as
well as Matt, Cleggy, Roo, Jim Masters and Vince, the rest were all big
thugs from 4S.  While I was looking at the lists Tony came along with
Cleggy.

     "I hope you'll be coming to watch," I said to him.

     "`Cause I will, I'll come especially to cheer you on, and boo Cleggy
when he falls over."

     George gave him a playful punch, "You'd better come, if I'm running
around being chased by that lot I'll need some cheering on."

     "Poor old Matt is quite worried because he'll be in the thick of it as
scrum-half," I said, "You'd better boot the daylights out of them to begin
with."

     "Not very sporting to talk like that," said Tony, "but you'll have to
do something because they'll have prayers beforehand."

     "Get on with yer," said Cleggy.

     "It's true, you ask Ginger."

     "I don't believe you."

     "'Cause they do and they'll have to do penance if they lose. Vince
told us at camp they have to do penance for all sorts of things, didn't
he?"  He looked at Cleggy and grinned.  "And, that as well,".. he looked at
me.."I'll tell you sometime."

     With that the bell went and he turned and rushed into the changing
rooms.  I followed with Cleggy.

     "I hear you had a good time at camp."

     "What did you hear?"

     "Nothing much, yet!"

     "Don't believe half he says."

     "He hasn't said anything yet."

     We parted inside the door and I went along to get changed as he sped
into the bogs.  Gym was the usual hurly-burly and Rabbity Pearce, who took
us, lived up to his name keeping up a stream of instructions and
exhortations while he hopped around and we jumped, hung from bars, balanced
and Lord knows what without much pause for breath.  At least he always
stopped ten minutes early and insisted we all had a shower.  Everyone was
too shagged out to horse around and spent a good deal of time under the
hot, muscle relaxing water.  This gave me a good opportunity to have a good
look around.

     I shared a shower with Matt who had a real dangly cock and a mass of
black hair round it.  As he held his arms up under the shower I saw that
Tony was right, he had quite a crop of hair under his arms.

      After I'd finished and still dripping wet, I wandered along the
showers and noticed that quite a few of the older ones, like Jim Masters
and Danny Ross and Tim Parker had fair amounts of hair and Ted Carter had
quite furry legs.  Peter Fry was just drying himself as I picked up my
towel and stood next to him and while drying myself had good peek at him.
He was very blond and plump and the hair at the base of his prick was also
very fair and very tightly curled and his prick didn't seem very big 'cos
it just peeped out.  Just as I was putting my underpants on Cleggy came
along flicking his towel at unwary washers.  Although he was very mouthy
and I had heard him comment in the past about size of pricks his wasn't all
that large either.  Admittedly he had quite a bush of dark brown hair but
only a rather thickly skinned snail's head drooped out of it.

     "Come on, Jacko, where's that friend of yours Tony.  He's got my towel
and I had to pinch this off young Benjamin who's shivering in the nuddy
back there because he's cold and wet."

     "He can have mine."  I walked along the row and found Benno, still
under the shower.  "Cleggy's got your towel, here, use mine it's not too
wet."

     He took it, "Ta, I wondered where mine had gone, I could kick that
Clegg in the goolies."

     I looked at him, he didn't have much hair at all but his goolies were
quite low slung even though his prick was still very boyish.

     "You'd better watch it," I said, "he might just come and do the same
to you."

     He laughed and as he dried his hair his balls swung too and fro just
like Alun's.  Christ, I thought if I watch much more I'll get a hard-on, at
least I had underpants on.  At that moment Tony and Vince come round the
corner from the back row of showers.  They were both laughing at something
Tony was saying and he was running his fingers down Vince's back.  Vince
was bending back a bit to ward him off and I had a good view of his
equipment.  He was ginger all over.  His prick hair matched his head hair
and his legs were covered in a fine reddish down, even his skinny cock had
a very pink skin.

     "Get off, you twat!" he said to Tony, "I've come out in goose-pimples
now."

     I couldn't see any goose-pimples but his shoulders and chest were
covered in freckles.  He hopped to get out of the way of Tony and flicked
down with his towel towards Tony's bollocks.  Tony leapt away from the
towel's end just as Roo also appeared from the other showers with Dave
Morgan.  Both Roo and Davy had black hair out of which quite thick but
short pricks hung.  Dave's had a naked knob which had fascinated me when I
first saw it.  We had come across circumcision in Scripture sometime in our
first year and there had been much discussion after PT the next day when
Dave, and John Wills the other skinless one, had been looked at with much
interest by the rest of us.  Cleggy always referred to them as Roundheads
while we were the Cavaliers.

     In leaping back Tony bumped into Roo who was half turned talking to
Dave.

     "Watch it you great lump," said Roo, jumping away, "I might have known
it was you!"

     He cut down with his open hand and slashed at Tony's bare arse
catching him a real stinger.

     "Ouch, that hurt, you pillock," cried Tony, "I'll have your bollocks
for that!"

     He grabbed down at Roo who backed off very quickly just as Rabbity
Pearce appeared at the door and blew his whistle.

     "Come on, now, let's be having you dressed and outside in one minute
sharp!"

     He obviously hadn't seen or chose to ignore the slight fracas within.
I got dressed hurriedly being well satisfied with my observations.
Although I had very little hair at least my cock wasn't the smallest even
though all the rest except for Nobbo were older than me.  I would need to
do a bit more checking after Rugger tomorrow because I hadn't seen Nobbo
and a couple of the others in our lot and there would be all of 4S as well
to swell the ranks.


     After school I was waiting by the bike sheds when Tony came bustling
up whistling tunelessly.

     "You seem happy," I said, "What's happened, I thought you would be
complaining of a sore bum after Roo smacked you one?"

     He laughed, "Cleggy and the others have been grabbed by Van for extra
practice tonight and Roo got bawled out for getting changed too slowly.
I'd tied the arms of his rugger shirt in half a dozen knots earlier to get
my own back!  Van went into the changing room just as he was swearing
something terrible about it and Van told him he was a foul- mouthed little
boy and made him do twenty press-ups!"

     "You'd better watch it, Tony, he'll have your guts for garters if he
guesses you did it."

     "No, he thinks Cleggy did it `cause when I just came out he was
chasing him onto the field."

     "You'll get both of them after you, so you'd better lie low tomorrow."

     We got on our bikes and began the ride back to our homes.  After a few
yards Tony looked across at me.

     "Well...., did you?"

     "Yep!"

     "I thought so, so did I."

     I grinned at him, "Did you mark it off in you diary?"

     "Of course,... first thing this morning so I wouldn't forget."

     "When are you going to tell me about your adventures at camp?" I
asked.

     "Oh, as soon as I have time but it can't be tonight as we've got a
special meeting at Scouts and tomorrow I've got to granny-watch because Ma
and Pa are going out somewhere.  It'll have to be the weekend."

     I nodded.  I obviously would have to wait to be enlightened further.
I suppose my curiosity could be contained a little longer.  When we got to
his road he just cycled off shouting out he would see me tomorrow at
school. That night in bed I reviewed my observations and, not unnaturally,
found myself wondering how big those various pricks I'd seen today were
when they were stiff.  My prick was very stiff and didn't need much
encouragement to shoot its load after all that.

                               *
     Next day went smoothly enough, I sat next to Matt again and he said he
had a letter for my mother.  I told him she was expecting it and he should
bring it round after school and give it to her.  History and Geography
occupied the morning and games wasn't too bad in the afternoon because most
of the time was spent by Rabbity and Vansittart coaching the ones playing
on Saturday.  The rest of us were used as cannon fodder for scrums or for
tackles or for passing while the others tore up and down the field.
Afterwards in the showers I was able to continue my comparative
investigations.

     I deliberately followed young Nobbo and sat next to him while we
unlaced our boots.  I pretended I had an awkward knot so I was watching as
he stripped off his shorts.  Christ, he might be the smallest and youngest
but he had a fine bush of dark brown hair and a long skinny prick.  I'd
never noticed it before but it was quite a length.  His balls were small
and didn't seem to hang at all but were tight up under his cock.  I slipped
off my shirt and shorts and compared our legs, his were definitely much
hairier than mine, in fact his were positively covered with a golden fur.
Oh, shit, I thought, he's way ahead of me.  I looked round as I still had
to check on the three Johns and also have a look at the 4S thugs.

      I wandered across and queued up behind John Reed who was waiting for
another of the Johns, roundhead Wills, to finish under the shower. The
water sluicing down him had plastered his hair down so his stubby
red-knobbed cock stood out - he's got a bit of a hard-on I thought - and I
was right `cos he suddenly got out of the cubicle and rushed to pick up his
towel.  Bully for you, laddo, I thought, I bet I know what you'll be doing
as soon as you get home before you have your tea.  I shoved Reedy in the
back.

     "Let's get in quick, we can share it today."

     "Ok!" he said, "have you got any soap?"

     "Yep," I passed him my bar and he rubbed it quickly over his wet
shoulders.

     "Thanks, here you are," he said passing me the soap. I caught it but
dropped it purposely and in trying to pick it up had a very close look at
Reedy's cock and balls.  I was very gratified to note that he and I were
about equal in appearance, but then he was only a couple of months older
than me.

      I had a quick shower and said I wanted to find Tony so got my towel
and padded around drying myself.  Most of the others by this time were also
drying themselves.  I spotted Johnny Pearson, the last of our class to be
compared.  He was just a few days younger than Reedy and had even less hair
than me.  Not only that but his cock hadn't grown much at all it was just a
little pencil.  But he was rather tall and very thin - much taller than me,
or Tony, who came up at that moment hotly pursued by the Foster twins from
4S and Cleggy and Roo.  The twins were also tall and gangling like Pearson
but neither of them had much hair and their cocks were quite small.

     "Jacko, tell this lot I cycled home with you last night so I couldn't
have tied Roo's shirt up in knots!"

     "Yes, you certainly did cycle home with me and I didn't see you tie
Roo's shirt up in knots!"

     Cleggy grabbed at Tony, "You little sod, you did do it, and I got the
fucking blame.  Here Roo, give me a hand!"

     The pair of them manhandled a loudly protesting Tony and pushed him
under the shower while one of the Fosters turned the cold tap on.

     "Ooh, it's fucking cold, let me get out!" - but as he tried to escape
they kept pushing him back under the icy jet of water - "I'll catch fucking
pneumonia under this!"

     The other Foster came creeping up with a bucket and chucked a gallon
or so of cold water straight at his goolies.  Tony danced up and down
shouting for them to let him out.  Of course this drew quite a crowd who
stood and had a good laugh and gave me the opportunity of inspecting a good
few of 4S.  Thugs was the right term - most were a good bit older than me
and showed it with a few quite luxuriant sproutings round thickish and one
or two quite lengthy cocks.

     "Cave! cave!" bellowed someone and the crowd melted to continue drying
themselves leaving Tony standing alone under the pouring cold water as
Vansittart came round the corner of the showers.

     "Ah, Marcham," he said in a loud voice, "I see you are taking
Baden-Powell's advice literally.  I hope it cures you of any affliction you
may have!"

     With that he turned and walked out.  Tony reached up and turned off
the tap and came out shivering.

     "I'll have those buggers," he grunted.  The crowd began to come back
in various stages of undress.

     "That'll do you good," chortled Cleggy, "Good, wholesome cold shower,
you heard what Van said - be a good Boy Scout!"

     I was rather puzzled over this as I was not a Boy Scout having managed
to ignore my mother's suggestions when I was younger that it would be a
good idea if I joined the Cubs.  I did this mainly because one of the
larger more bullying boys at junior school was an ardent member and I
didn't want any more contact with him than necessary.  I suppose I was
missing out on something, but if it kept the others happy who was I to
complain.  I was obviously lacking some general knowledge which they had
and I didn't.  I must ask Tony another time when he would be in a better
mood than at present.  He certainly was spitting fire - at least a
shivering sort of fire.  I threw him my towel.

     "Serve you right," I said, "Inconveniencing your best friend like
that."

     "Fuck off, you're as bad as the rest of them - can't see a bloody
joke."

     "Now, now, keep your hair on.  Don't sulk."

     Most of the others had drifted off to finish dressing and so did I.
Tony gathered up his clothes and put them down next to mine.

     "I'll get those bloody Fosters - I'll think of something."

     I told him to give over moaning and that he was lucky not to be
involved in Saturday's shenanigans.  At least he didn't have to be
pulverised like Matt and the others or run up and down the touchline like
me.  I also told him that Matt was bringing round a letter from his mother
to ask my mum to help him with French and when I'd told her Matt wanted
some help Ma had said he and Roo could join in as well if they wanted.  He
brightened up at this and said he would like to and would ask his mum to
'phone mine.

     I asked him what Van and Cleggy were on about Baden-Powell and being a
good Scout.  He looked at me sideways and said didn't I know?  I shook my
head.  He grinned and said he'd tell me all about it next time I went round
to see him.  He punched me playfully on the arm and said he had to rush and
left me still tying up my shoe laces and waiting for Matt.


     Matt was still grumbling about having to play on Saturday as we walked
to the sheds to get our bikes.  I told him to just get the ball and throw
it away as soon as possible, of course, in the right direction.

     "Alright for you, you won't have those big lugs falling on you and
kicking you to death!  You've only got to run up and down the line!"

     "Give over, Matt - it won't be for long."

     "Trouble is it's only the first match of the year and Van was saying
he was arranging several others if things went well."

     I couldn't get him off his moans and we cycled almost all the way to
my house before I managed to ask him if he was interested in anything.
Luckily he had an interest in stamp collecting and told me all about an
uncle who had a business in South Africa who had sent him stamps from all
round the world.  I said I made model aeroplanes and he asked how many had
I got. I said at present nine, but I also had things like the model steam
engine.  He visibly brightened at this and asked if he could see it and I
said of course.

     When we got in Matt gave Ma the letter rather diffidently and watched
carefully as she scribbled a note back and gave it to him.  She said if he
liked he could come round on Monday with his books and she would see what
he was like without me or the others there.  He looked much more pleased
after that and when Ma said tea would be ready very soon he relaxed even
more and began to ask Ma how many languages she knew as his sister Julia
had told him about having to type some of the translations she had done at
the works where she was secretary.  Ma said she knew Julia very well as she
had taught her French at the Girls High School.  And then I found out Ma
knew Spanish as well.  I'd better keep quiet or more of my time would be
taken up with languages!  I interrupted Matt's flow of questions and said
if he wanted to see the steam engine I would show it to him now.

     "Good idea, but tea will be ready in a few minutes so you can get it
fired up and working Monday after school and he can see it going after I've
finished with him."

     "Come on then, Matt, it's up in my room."

     He followed me up the stairs and had a good look round my room.

     "Gosh, your rooms bigger than mine, my sister's got the best one at
home."

     "I didn't know she worked at dad's place."

     "Yes, she's a confidential secretary or something like that.  She
likes your dad and says he's very clever and he's in charge of some special
department.  And your mum does translations down there."

     He obviously knew more than I did.  As Pa never spoke about what he
did at work I had never thought of asking him but I did know about the
translating 'cause I'd often heard them discussing things.

     "I don't know what he does, but he made this when he was an
engineering student."

     I showed him the engine and he was fascinated with it.

     "I can't wait until Monday to see it working."

     I stood next to him to show him how the furnace worked and saw that he
was really not much taller than me.

     "Have a look at it while I get changed out of these things."

     I went over the wardrobe and took out the shorts and pullover I wore
at home.  I took my school shorts off and saw Matt looking at me.

     "I bet you'll be glad when it's your birthday.  Is it before
half-term?"

     "Yes, September the thirtieth."

     "Gosh, Jacko, mine's October the first, I shall be fifteen so I'm a
whole year older than you!"

     By this time I'd taken my shirt off and just had my pants, shoes and
socks on.  I went over and stood next to him.

     "But you're not really much taller than me."

     "I know, I'm just on five foot five.  You're about an inch shorter
than that aren't you?  I keep getting worried I'm not going to grow any
taller.  Dad says he was short then shot up when he was fifteen or so and
now he's about six feet tall, so I hope I'll shoot up too soon."

     I looked closely at him, "You've got a lot of pimples like my cousin
Alun, and he's much older than you, he's over sixteen."

     "Dad says it's called acne and most boys get it when they're growing."

     "I haven't got any pimples, yet, and you've got hairs on you lip like
Alun too."

     "Perhaps you're not growing."

     "I am!  I'm at least an inch and half taller since Easter."

     "No, I mean other places.  Dad says I mustn't worry about acne as it
means I won't be a boy much longer."

     He seemed a bit flustered about this.

     "What do you mean, you won't be a boy?"

     "Well, you know, I'll have to shave and things.  Dad said he had to
start shaving when he was fifteen."

     "Oh, yes, Alun shaves, but what other things?"

     He was going rather red by now.

     "Oh, you know, having hair and things.  Dad said I shouldn't get too
concerned when other things happened as it was just part of growing up."

     "What do you mean?  Like this?"

     I pulled down the waistband of my pants and pointed to the wispy hairs
above my cock.

     "Um, yes, that's some of it!  I noticed yours under the shower
yesterday"

     "But you've got hair under your arms as well, but I haven't."  I
lifted my right arm to show him.

     "How do you know I have?"

     "I saw it yesterday as well when we shared that shower.  You've got a
lot more down here as well," I said, pointing, "And it's very black and
curly, and it looked just as much as my cousin's got."

     "How old is your cousin?"

     "Let's see, he was sixteen in February, but I saw him at Easter so he
was just a bit older then."

     "And my hair's like his?"

     "Oh yes, but his legs were hairy as well."

     "You mean like some of those boys in the Fifth and Sixth Forms?"

     I didn't really know about them, I'd only really noticed furry Danny
Ross in our form, but I nodded and he continued, "That big Andy Symes who's
in the First Year Sixth now's got massive hairy legs.  You know him, he was
throwing the discus in the sports last term and I was helping with the
measuring and so on.  And so has Nobbo's brother.  He's in the Second Year
Sixth now, he was throwing the discus as well and he and Andy kept fooling
around and pulling the hairs on each other's legs."

     I grinned at Matt and shrugged, "I wonder if that's all they've been
pulling?"

     Matt went bright red and clammed up.  I thought I'd better wait before
questioning any more.

     "Hold on, Matt!  I think tea'll be ready now.  Let me finish putting
this lot on and we'd better go down."

     "OK, but I mustn't be too late going 'cos I must get that English
homework done."

     While we were talking I'd finished dressing and he'd stopped being
bright red and I thought it better not to ask anything more about 'things'.
We went downstairs and there was tea.  Good old Ma, lots of newly baked
things.  Ma disappeared saying she had some work to finish off and left us
to it.  Matt ate and chatted away and I found out he'd been born in South
Africa where his father had been stationed in the Royal Navy. I just ate
and listened.  When we'd finished and he was ready to go we went through to
the living room for him to say his goodbyes.  Ma was busy scribbling on a
large pad of paper.

     "See you on Monday, Matt. I should be in by the time you get here from
school, and you can stop for some tea again as well!"

     "Gosh, thanks, Mrs Thomson, good night."

     I went out with him and grinned as he picked up his bike, "Good, we'll
get something nice again, I expect."


     After Matt had gone I had a few things to think about.  I suppose if
I'd asked the right questions I might have found out a bit more what his
father had told him about growing up.  He said his father's in the Navy,
anyway I can ask him more about that on Monday.  He did blush a bit at
times, I wonder why, especially when I made my crack about Symes and
Nobbo's brother, Billy.  Oh yes, and young Nobbo is quite hairy too.  I
wonder if Matt is doing it? - he must be, he's so much older than me - I do
hope I'll start growing up fast soon!  I felt my prick twitching - that was
growing fast!  I hurried to the sink, undid my flies, gripped my very hard
little rod and gave it a rapid beating.  Oh God, I needed that!  I also
needed another that night in bed though I was able to savour the intense
feelings a bit longer before I came.  Sweet relief!

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)
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