Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 23:24:05 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 30

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 18

			 Sunday 20th February 1944

The rest of Saturday sped by.  I finished off all the homework set for the
week to get it out of the way and then went to bed early - with the usual
results!  That over, I dropped off to sleep and woke up all bright and
cheerful without having to be called.  I thought I would see if Tom kept
his promise so set off for my run at the usual time.  My faith in human
nature rose as I neared the park and heard footsteps behind me, catching me
up.  It was Tom with a big grin on his face.

     "You thought I wouldn't keep it up, didn't you?" he said cheerily,
poking me in the back as he caught me up, "Three times round and then along
the side road by the river today, OK?"

     That was quite a distance - much further than usual - but I agreed.
We trotted along together and covered the distance much more easily than I
thought we would, though I think we were both puffing a bit by the time we
arrived back and separated at my gate.  Tom waved and said he'd see me next
week.

     A quick bath and a hearty breakfast followed and I was all ready by
nine o'clock to load our bags into the car.  Ma waved us off and we were
round at Mike's before quarter past.  It looked like the whole family were
there to see us off.  Mike and I settled ourselves in the back with car
rugs over our knees and Pa and Dr O'Brien sat in the front.  Off we went,
Pa driving and striking across to the A1 before heading up North.

     I wondered if Mike was as excited as I was at the prospect of a week
away in each other's company.  We were rather quiet to begin with and
listened to our fathers discussing the route as well as the reports of the
heavy bombing raids on London.  They remarked that we'd been lucky in
Kerslake after the raids which occurred in April '42 when the Jerries
bombed us as well as Bath and Exeter.  We had been lucky even then as they
missed the town and most of the bombs landed in a waste area to the North
of the city.  After a while we began to chat together and I changed the
subject from Air Raid warnings and told Mike I'd already been for a run
that morning.  He looked impressed and laughed and said all he'd done was
go to early Mass!  He'd brought a car games kit with him so we played Ludo
and Snakes and Ladders while we went steadily on.  Pa stopped a couple of
times to refill his pipe and we loudly complained of the clouds of smoke
drifting over us from both of them.  We'd been going quite a while when
Mike's dad turned and spoke to him.

     "Look, Mike, over there," he said pointing through the window,
"Catterick camp's along there, where Eamonn is stationed."

     We peered through the window.  It looked pretty bleak and desolate.
Mike grimaced.

     "Gosh, it looks cold and dismal," he said, visibly shivering in the
slight warmth of the car, "No wonder he says the squaddies don't like it!"

     Pa took his pipe out of his mouth with one hand and steered the car
with the other.  "It'll be even worse where we're going if it snows!"  He
put his pipe back in his mouth.  Then almost immediately took it out again,
"But not to worry yet, we'll be at Scotch Corner soon so we can stop and
have something to eat!"

     The second statement cheered me up somewhat but I was curious.

     "Who is Eamonn?" I asked Mike, "What's he doing at Catterick?"

     Mike grinned at me, "Oh, he's my sister Kathleen's fianc‚, they're
getting married at Easter.  He's in the Irish Guards and he's on the drill
staff at the camp.  He's just been made a sergeant instructor."

     I shivered too.  I was well used to the raucous tones of old Sergeant
Moss who drilled the Cadets at school.  Surely his sister wouldn't be
marrying anyone as old as Sergeant Moss, or someone like Sergeant, I mean
Private, Higgs!  That was something to ask Mike about later!  While I was
pondering this Pa announced we would be stopping soon as there was a
caf‚ we could get a hot drink at before the next part of the drive.

     We didn't stop long, just enough time to have a cup of hot tea and a
couple of sandwiches while Mike's dad filled up the petrol tank from a can
in the boot and discussed the rest of the route with Pa.  Mike's dad drove
the rest of the way.  A bit faster than Pa I noticed and both Mike and I
dozed off after a while.  He prodded me in the side much later as we turned
off the main road onto a country road leading into the hills.  I recognised
the little village we went through and we were soon driving into the yard
of the big, old farm- house where we had stayed some years previously.

     There was an army car in the yard and a young soldier came out of the
house and saluted smartly as Pa and Dr O'Brien got out of the car.

     "Gunner Roberts, sir," he said very crisply, "All's ready for
inspection."

     I saw a grin spread over Pa's face as he motioned Mike's Dad to go on
ahead.

     "I'll get the boys out of the car and follow on," he said, opening the
door on Mike's side.  "Come on, we've got a welcoming party!"

     We clambered out.  I was still feeling rather dozy and very stiff.  We
followed the others into the house.  It was just as I remembered it, a big
hall and main room.  A huge log fire was burning brightly in the grate.

     Gunner Roberts turned. "There's tea and cake in the kitchen.  A hot
meal will be arriving at 18.30 hours.  The rooms are ready upstairs."  He
addressed Pa, "Perhaps you would like to see them, sir?"

     "Oh, yes, I think we would.  The boys can get their things from the
car while we look."

     They went off upstairs and we went and retrieved our bags, as well as
our fathers' things and put them in the hall.  Pa called us up the stairs.
They were standing in the main bedroom.  A very big timbered room with a
large double bed and another large log fire.  The floor was covered with
sheepskins which gave it a very exotic air.

     "If you two don't mind sharing, your dad and I can have two of the
other rooms to ourselves," Pa said to Mike.

     Mike looked at me and I nodded.

     "I don't mind, Dr Thomson," he said, "I slept four to a bed when we
were on holiday in Ireland at Uncle Pat's."  He looked at me.  "And he's
not so big as my three cousins!"

     "It's a proper feather bed," said Pa, laughing, "I remember it when we
stayed here.  It'll be very warm... and you've got the fire as well."

     I wondered where the farmer and his wife were.  I remembered they
seemed very old to me.  Pa turned to Gunner Roberts.

     "Young Mr Turner's at the other house, is he?"

     "That's right, sir, and old Mr and Mrs Turner live there now as well."

     We got our bags and left them on the floor of the bedroom while we
went down to the kitchen and had some tea.  Mike and I then went up and
unpacked and it wasn't long before another car appeared and Gunner Roberts
was soon reheating stew and dumplings on the Aga in the kitchen.  If this
was Army cooking I was going to enjoy my week!  When we had everything
served up he said he would be back in the morning with breakfast for O
eight hundred hours and disappeared off.

     By nine o'clock I was ready for bed and went upstairs, closely
followed by Mike, leaving Pa and Dr O'Brien sitting by the main room fire
smoking their pipes and chatting.

     I was in and out of the lav very quickly and was almost completely
stripped off by the time Mike came into the room. I put my things neatly on
a chair and slipped into bed.  It was like falling into a cloud!  The
feather quilt enveloped me and I sank into the soft feather mattress.  I
sat up a bit and watched as Mike undressed.  I'd noticed he'd looked rather
intently when I got into bed with nothing on.  He too was being tidy, just
like Alun.  Each item taken off was carefully folded and placed on the
chair until he just had his pants and socks on.  I watched as he dropped
his pants and his long, slender, circumcised tool came into view.  Now or
never!

     "My friend George Clegg was circumcised on New Year's Day," I
announced, staring over at his prick.

     Mike straightened up and looked at me quizzically. "Was he now," he
said somewhat hesitantly.

     "Yes, he was," I continued, "He was being strangled.  When did you
have it done?  Were you being strangled?"

     A great grin spread over his face.  "I had it done when I was four
and, yes, I think it was done because I was being strangled."

     "Gosh, Cleggy had to have it done 'cause his was growing.  Was your's
growing when you were four?"

     Mike grinned again and shook his head, "Look, let's discuss this
later.
  Let me ask you a question.  Don't you wear pyjamas in bed?"

     I shook my head, "No, I haven't done for ages."  Keeping my fingers
crossed.  "Anyway, it's lovely and warm in here."

     Mike picked up his pyjama jacket. "I think I'll wear this."  He
slipped it on and began to get into bed.  He realised the light switch was
by the door so ambled across and put the light out and made his way back by
the light of the fire.  "We should be warm, anyway, with that fire," he
said sliding into bed.

     Of course, the effect of his heavier weight getting into the bed
unbalanced me and I slipped down the slope and landed up pressed against
him.  I put my arm out to steady myself which, of course, went over his
chest.  He turned and we both put our arms round each other and stayed that
way, silently, for a long time.  I was aware of two things, my dick
hardening and rising and then the pressure on me of his prick doing the
same.

     I put my hand down tentatively and felt the hardness of his length.  I
circled my fingers round it and slowly pulled down and at the same time
turned my head up and licked him under the chin.  He shuddered and breathed
out deeply.  Quickly I turned and pulled out my towel from under the pillow
where I'd put it earlier.  I thrust it down between us and gripped his cock
again.  He hadn't moved at all.  I gently pushed him and he turned onto his
back.  I leaned over and licked his neck again and at the same time began
to toss him off ever so slowly.  I pushed the covering quilt down with my
shoulders so that by the flickering firelight I could see his prick in my
hand.

     He had his eyes tightly closed and his mouth wide open and his
breathing got deeper and faster as I quickened my beat slightly on his long
slender dick.  Very soon he shuddered again and at this signal I pulled
down harder for the next few strokes.  He snorted as his legs jerked
against me and a few drops of thick, pearly come shot up and landed on his
chest.  He immediately grabbed my hand to stop me making any more movements
and as our two hands gripped his prick tightly he started to breath with
short, sharp intakes of air and his prick jerked by itself in our grasp.
He gave another five or so quite powerful gasps and each was accompanied by
a squirted drop of spunk.

     He lay still and I felt his muscles against me twitch while he calmed
down.  In the end he turned slightly and felt for my dick which all this
time had been extremely hard.  I turned onto my back as he ringed it with
his fingers and began to toss me off slowly and firmly.  I was almost ready
to come when he took hold of my shaft so he didn't have to work very hard
on it.  I gasped too as I felt the massive surge in the root of my prick
and felt the spatter of a great splash of come all over my chest, neck and
face.  There was enough firelight for Mike to see my performance and he
gasped too and gripped my dick very hard as it emptied itself of its load.
He let go of my prick and brushed his hand through the drops of spunk on my
chest and smoothed his fingers round my chin where I could feel drops had
fallen.

     "Gosh, Jacko," he whispered in my ear, "I've never seen anything like
that."

     I pulled up the towel and mopped his chest and then rubbed it over me.
I turned and put my arms round him with my head against his chest and did a
Matt.  I fell fast asleep straight away!
                                *
     I woke quite suddenly in the middle of the night and wondered where on
earth I was.  Not to worry, I was still nestled against Mike with his arm
very protectively around me.  I carefully extricated myself and all he did
was to grunt and turn over.  I could see that the fire had died down so
crawled out of bed and put three more logs on it.  The room was still quite
warm and as the logs caught fire I walked round the bed to look at Mike.
As I looked at the sleeping figure I thought about the very quick encounter
we'd had and I hoped he wasn't too put out with me dropping off to sleep so
quickly.  I looked at him for some time and, quite automatically my dick
began to stiffen, but he didn't stir so I went round and got into bed
again.  I edged myself up to him and fitted myself against the curve of his
back and legs and drifted off again.

     Next thing I knew was the sounds of movement in the house.  I guessed
Pa and Mike's dad were up.  I looked at my watch and saw it was nearly
seven o'clock.  If I was going to get my run in before breakfast I decided
I'd better get up and get out.  I quickly put more logs on the fire and
replaced the guard then got my shorts, rugger shirt, socks and plimsolls
on.  On further thought I put a pullover on top and quietly opened the door
and went downstairs.  Pa and Mike's dad were having breakfast and seemed a
bit startled to see the early morning apparition.  This turned to laughter
when they realised who it was and the purpose.

     "Watch how you go, Jacko!" Pa admonished, "It's still pretty dark out
there and I think it's probably slippery as well.  You'd better only go
along the track to the other farm or else down to the village and back.
Anyway, if we're not here when you get back Gunner Roberts will be coming
to feed you at nine o'clock."

     I waved them good bye and set out.  It wasn't too bad, there were icy
patches here and there and it was chilly as I stepped out of the door.  I
set off towards the village and soon warmed up.  No one was around as I
cantered along the main street.  The only street as far as I could see.  As
I was going along the army car approached and passed me.  I ran along out
of the village for about ten minutes then turned and as I was coming up
through the village again the car passed me again with the two of them in
the back.

     When I got to the farm I continued on up the track and nearly went
over a couple of times on the ice but went on until I reached the other
farm.  Again, no sign of life except for a thin wisp of smoke from a
chimney. I turned and ran back and found I'd been out for thirty- five
minutes.  Quite a run, must be well over four miles.  I went upstairs,
panting a bit, but feeling very warm.  I opened the bedroom door carefully
and in the light of the now blazing log fire I could see Mike was still
fast asleep.  It must have been warm as he had pushed down the feather
quilt and a bare arm was curved over the top of it.  I stood by the fire
and stripped off my running gear.  Mike must have heard me as I moved
around.

     "Gosh, Jacko, have you been out already?  What's the time?" he asked.

     "It's just after half seven," I responded.  "And we won't be getting
breakfast until nine o'clock," I added peevishly and starvingly.

     "Why's that?" he asked.

     "Gunner Roberts is getting it for us and he won't be back here until
then."

     "Oh," was his only reply.

     I finished taking my kit off and picked up my shorts and shirt and
walked over to Mike and stood by the bed looking down on him.  I saw him
eying my rather cold-shrivelled dick.

     "It's not very warm out there!" I said.

     He looked up and grinned.  "I can see that!" he said with a chuckle,
"I'm in the best place."

     "I'm just going for a quick bath and then I'll join you." was my rapid
response.

     I dropped my togs on the other side of the bed and grabbed my dressing
gown, wash bag and towel and scurried off to the bathroom.  Thankfully the
water was boiling hot and I sank blissfully into the depths and soaked for
several minutes before having a good wash all over.  I eyed my cock as I
stepped out.  All was OK.  The warmth of the bath had restored it's length
from the screwed up little boy's size of a few minutes ago to a more
respectable dangle.  I dried quickly and put my dressing gown on before
going back into the bedroom.  I shucked it off facing Mike.

     "You look a lot better for that," he said with another grin, moving
back in the bed and patting the space he'd been in. "Come on, it's warmer
in here, I bet!"

     I lost no time in diving into bed again and drew the quilt up over me.
As I bumped against him he put an arm over me and I realised he'd taken his
pyjama jacket off.  His muscly body was pressed hard against mine as we lay
still and silent.  I could feel his heart beating quite fast where my chest
was against his.

     "It's so quiet here," I said, "I can hear your heart beating."

     He tightened his arm over me and stroked the back of my head.  "How
far did you go?" he asked.

     I told him my route and that I'd seen our dads go off in the car.
Gosh, if only he'd stop stroking my head and stroke my dick instead.  I
felt my heart beating faster as well as I desperately wanted to hold his
long, slender prick as I had the night before.  Quickly, my cock became
rock hard and I could feel his going the same until they were lined up side
by side pressing into us.

     "You're a sexy young hound, Jacko Thomson," he whispered with that
chuckle in his voice.  He paused, "One of your names is Francis, isn't it?"
I nodded.  "Francis Thompson with a 'p' wrote The Hound of Heaven, most
appropriate for a Francis Thomson hound like you."  He pulled my head down
until it was in the crook of his neck.  "If going running makes you like
this in the morning," he wriggled his thighs and our pricks clashed, "I
suppose I'd better do some training as well."

     I stretched my neck against his restraining hand until I was looking
at him full in the eye.  "From what I can feel you don't need any
training!"  He laughed and I wriggled free and straddled him and pushed the
quilt away from us.  His dick lay up the length of his belly and topped his
belly button.  It was very slender.  Not really much thicker than mine, but
it looked about three inches longer with a very pink, shiny uncovered knob.
As I sat up and looked down on him my shorter but ever lusty weapon arched
towards me with my knob still covered by its guardian skin.  His mat of
dark, auburn hair contrasted with my smaller jet black bush.  What
intrigued me most was the smallness of his balls, they were no bigger than
mine, in fact, if anything, they were smaller.

     I reached down and circled my fingers just below where his knob bulged
from the shaft.  He immediately closed his eyes and opened his mouth and
gave a long deep breath.  I wanked him slowly and firmly until soon his leg
muscles were quivering against the inside of my knees.  He gave a series of
slow, very intense twitches and, like the night before, produced a spurt of
creamy spunk at each jerk.  When he had finished shooting his load he had
six small pools of thick come dotted over his chest and stomach.  He sighed
deeply and opened his eyes.  He smiled broadly and gave me a great wink.

     "You're right, Jacko, who wants any other sort of exercise before
that!"

     I hopped off him and retrieved my towel and handed it to him.  He very
delicately wiped up the come as I stood by the bed and waited for him to
finish before taking the towel from him.

     "That's a lot for me," he said, "But do you always make so much as
last night?"

     I nodded and put out a hand and indicated I wanted him to get out of
bed.  I went over near the fire and took away the guard.  I thought I would
try something new, as well as something old.  He realised that I wanted him
to toss me off standing up and I positioned myself a good four or so feet
away from the leaping flames of the fire.  It was very warming even at that
distance and I could feel the fire's heat on my legs and balls.
  He stood just behind me and gently drew my foreskin down until my knob
popped free.  I leaned back against him and twisted my left arm behind his
back to hold him tight against me.  I could feel his now soft dick pressing
into my back and as he moved his hairy bush tickled me.

     I was determined to give him my best so shut my eyes and concentrated
hard on the feelings surging within my balls and the base of my prick.  He
tossed me slowly for about two minutes and I knew I wasn't going to be
disappointed.  My buttocks clenched automatically as the first of several
massive jolts hit me somewhere deep between the legs.  I opened my eyes to
see the most colossal stream of spunk squirt straight out of my knob, way
over the space and straight into the flames where it sizzled and spat as it
landed.  I let him pull back and forth several more times and shot quite a
bit more until the last spurt dropped squarely on one of sheepskins in
front of us.  He took the cue and stopped and held my dick very tightly.
He dropped his chin onto my shoulder and breathed in deeply.

     "Amount and distance," he murmured.  His chest heaved as he began to
laugh.  "Have you ever worked out the maths of it?  The pressure behind
such a range and the amount you produce?  You must use up a lot of energy!"

     "Don't you shoot so far?"

     I felt him shake his head above my shoulder and he said with a laugh,
"No, nowhere like so far!  A foot or so if I'm lucky."

     "Is your stuff always so thick as that?  It's even thicker than my
friend Tim Parker's.  He doesn't make much and it's thick like yours."

     Before answering he turned and went over to the bed again and lay down
and I joined him and faced him.

     "The answer's yes, mine's always like that."  He paused and then asked
with a grin, "You seem very experienced, who else?  I suppose your friend
Matt and the others you went on that visit together, eh?"

     My turn to grin, "Yes, and counting you that's sixteen so far!  And I
didn't find out I could do it until the beginning of last term."

     He gave a low whistle. "Crumbs, Jacko, you are a sexy little hound!"

     "What about you?  When did you find out?  How many others?  Do you do
it every day?"

     My questions came out in a rush.  He put a hand up.

     "Hey, wait!  If we're going to have a long discussion we'd better wait
until we're up because it'll soon be time for Gunner Roberts to reappear.
Come on, I'll tell you later, but I must get washed and dressed."

     I followed him through to the bathroom where he also had a quick bath
and I held the towel and watched.  He then had to shave and while he was
doing that I went back and got dressed. I was thinking of all the questions
I wanted to ask him and I was determined to find out a lot more than I had
even from my cousin Alun.

     Mike was just getting dressed when we heard a car approaching.  I said
I would go down and see Gunner Roberts and find out about breakfast.  He
came into the kitchen just as I was putting cups and plates on the table.

     "Hello, Master Thomson," he said very cheerily as he came in carrying
a large box.  He put it carefully on the table.  "There's all our rations
in there for today."

     I went over and peered into it.

     "What's in there, Mister, I mean, Gunner Roberts?"

     He laughed, "You'd better call me Willy, that's my name!"

     "And mine's Jacko!"

     We eyed each other and that was settled.

     "And what about Dr O'Brien's son?"

     "Oh, he's Mike to his friends."

     Willy started to unpack the box and produced a tin box of eggs and
some bacon.  These were soon cooking and sizzling on the Aga.  Mike came
into the kitchen while I was putting tea in the pot.

     "Gosh, that all smells good, I'm ravenous," he said enthusiastically,
"And Jacko must be too, he's had plenty of exercise this morning."

     I nearly dropped the teapot but Mike continued, "He's been out running
while was I was still asleep."

     "Good for him, no wonder he said he was hungry," said Willy affably,
"Anyway, I've been told I can call you Mike, and I'm Willy to one and all!"

     Over breakfast we found out Willy was twenty-one and was the
Adjutant's batman but as he was away somewhere for a fortnight Willy had
been delegated to look after the visitors.  That included us and we were
down as visiting Cadets for rations.
  We also found out that our dads were watching the first tests today and
on Wednesday night there was going to be a big all-night exercise.  Willy
said he had left lunch for us and would be back at five o'clock to get
supper ready.  That meant Mike and I had the rest of the day to ourselves.

     We decided we would explore the village and have a look at the hills
which were covered in snow.  We put plenty of clothes on and set off with
Mike carrying his sketch pad.  I wanted to ask Mike all sorts of questions
but thought most could wait until we were back in the comfort of the
farmhouse.

     After spending a couple of hours wandering around and not getting very
far because of the snow we went back and let ourselves in.  It was soon
very cosy, especially in the kitchen with the Aga going and Mike sorting
out some hot stew for lunch.  We set too and had plenty with hunks of
bread.  I was still eating when Mike had finished and was busy wiping the
remaining gravy from my plate with a final piece of bread.  He was watching
my actions with a hint of a smile on his face.

     "You don't mind me saying, but I've never seen anyone eat so much as
you, Jacko!" he said, "I thought I liked food but you positively delight in
it.  A regular little glutton!"

     "True, I do get hungry," I replied, "And isn't gluttony a sin?  I
suppose if I were a Catholic I'd have to go to confession, wouldn't I?"

     He laughed, "I don't think there's much cause for confessing that sin
these days, unless it's you!"

     I thought I would raise another sin!  "My friend Tony Marcham told me
your cousin Vince said he had to confess if he.."  I paused, "..You know,
if he does it to himself!"

     Mike laughed again, "That's right and Vince should know!"

     "Will you have to confess?  You know, about last night and this
morning?"

     "Oh yes, it's a mortal sin, but easily forgiven."

     I was looking at him intently now.

     "What do you have to say then?  Do you have to tell them what you do?
And you said you'd answer my questions I asked you this morning as well."

     "Jacko, Jacko, it's going to take ages to explain it all to you," he
said laughing again.  "Come on then, let's wash this lot up and go into the
sitting room, make the fire up and I'll begin at the beginning.  And, mind,
I'll expect to hear all about you as well!"

     We cleared up the dishes and Mike took some large logs into the
sitting room as I finished drying up.  When I went in the fire was blazing
and Mike was sitting cross-legged on the sheepskin rug.  I joined him and
as he poked at the fire to make it blaze even more I thought I would start.

     "Mike, you didn't mind about last night?  You know, me doing it to you
like that?"

     He grinned at me, "If something hadn't happened I would have wondered
what was the matter with you.  Don't forget, I'd already said I'd slept
four in a bed with my cousins in Ireland and that was a bit of an
experience, I can tell you!"

     It was my turn to grin.  "We slept four in a bed at Ulvescott one
night, too.  But were your cousins older or younger than you?"

     "Oh, they were all older.  Let's see, I was thirteen and a bit, so
Gerard was nearly fourteen, Connor was fifteen and Liam sixteen."

     "Could you make stuff then?"

     "I found out I could the first night, but I knew about it before
then."

     "Gosh, I didn't find out I could until we went back to school in
August and Tony Marcham told me he could, so I tried and I found I could.
I knew about it before that 'cos my cousin Alun showed me how he could at
Easter, but I didn't make anything then.  How did you know about it?"

     "Oh well, we'd better start with that I suppose."  He shifted along so
he was out of the fire's direct heat and continued. "In the second year at
school we have what's called the 'Instruction'.  What happens is the curate
sorts out the twelve-year-olds and takes them to the chapel and tells them
they must not take wilful pleasure in irregular motions of the flesh as it
is a mortal sin.  That means, if they don't confess they'll go straight to
hell when they die."

     Seeing the puzzled look on my face he burst out laughing.

     "No, most of us didn't know what he meant either when he told us, but
one of our group had just joined the school and was a bit older and another
couple of lads had older brothers so after school about six of us went
round to Jim Daley's, you know Daley's the baker's shop, he's their
youngest son and we had an exhibition in one of their garages.  The older
lad said what he could do and showed us much to our amazement and the ones
with older brothers told us what their brothers did every night.  Then the
rest of us tried but nothing happened."  He smiled, "The only thing that
pleased me was that mine was longer than all the others, even the lad who
shot his stuff."

     I'd cottoned on and laughed, "I like that, 'irregular motions of the
flesh'!  It always seems very regular to me.  And those brothers doing it
every night seem pretty regular as well!"  I looked at him slyly, "Are you
regular?"

     He was heaving with laughter and reached out to playfully cuff me. "As
much as you, I expect.  If you're a glutton for food, no doubt you're a
glutton for other things as well!"

     I put my hands together, "I confess!"

     He laughed again, "Me, too!"

     "So what happens, do you have to go to confession every day?"

     "Oh, no, I save it all up and then go to old Father Herlihy who's deaf
as a post and he just gives me three Hail Marys.  If I'm unlucky and he's
not there then the other priest usually gives a lecture about abstinence
and you get ten Hail Marys.  One of the Brothers at school told us we
should always sleep with our arms folded across our chest."

     I must have looked puzzled so Mike continued, "If you've got your arms
folded you can't very well do much, can you?  Oh, yes, and even worse, my
friend Pat Finch at Fensham says they're checked every night to see that
they have their arms outside the bedclothes!"

     I giggled, knowing my arms wouldn't stay folded long, or outside.
Mike laughed as well and went on, "I don't think their arms stay outside
once the lights go out from what he tells me."

     He stopped and laughed and I interrupted his flow.

     "But if they say it's a terrible sin why don't they tell you to stop
doing it altogether?"

     "Well, you know one good reason.  Have you ever tried to stop?"

     I shook my head.  I knew what he meant.

     "Anyway," he went on, shaking with laughter, "I expect they'd rather
we did it to ourselves and to each other rather than fucking the Legion of
Mary."

     My thoughts were racing.  Was I being sinful?  And Mike using words
like fucking and laughing about it!

     "Who's the Legion of Mary?"

     Mike snorted and laughed again.  "Oh, they're good Catholic girls,
like my sisters.  We have to keep them pure and undefiled until their
wedding day!"

     I needed lots of information.  I didn't know much about fucking and I
thought back to my recent ponderings about girls.  I'd better ask or I
wouldn't find out.

     "I don't know much about girls or fucking.  Would you tell me?"

     "You do ask plenty of questions, Jacko!" he said, his eyes crinkled up
with mirth, "And, I should know all about girls, I have got four sisters.
But to tell you the truth I haven't done any fucking yet so it's all
theoretical!  Let's see, what's the time?  We can't spend too much time
discussing these things because we'll be asked what we've done today and
you can't really tell your father you've been finding all about sexual
activity, can you?"

     I had to agree, it was a bit like being down at Alun's, just as you
get to the interesting bits time seems to be used up!  We decided we'd have
a couple of games of Ludo or something and he'd tell me things while we
played.  So, that settled, over the next two hours I had comprehensive
instruction on what made girls different from boys.

     We concluded we were both glad we didn't have periods to contend with
and I found out that Mike's sisters knew quite a lot about him, hence the
name on his door.  This had come about from early years when his two elder
sisters had charge of him and he was bathed by them with his next younger
sister.  The snaky difference was self-evident and became an object of
interest even more when one of them accidentally saw the lengthening
article when he was about fourteen!

     I discovered he and his pal Bernie had jacked each other off regularly
from the time Mike had come back from that holiday in Ireland.  In fact,
Bernie had rushed round on his return to tell him about what he had found
out one night and they spent a happy first afternoon demonstrating their
newly acquired abilities.  Mike said it was odd because they worked out
they'd actually shot spunk for the first time the same night!  Of course,
they had to tell their friend, Pat Finch, and found he'd already started
whacking off without telling them so they were a bit miffed with him 'cause
all three had been in the same group instructed by the curate.  Pat had
gone to Fensham School after the next Christmas but they still met up with
him during the holidays to hear his tales and to continue their encounters.

     Then I heard that both his and Vince's families had gone on holiday
together during last summer and he and Vince had to sleep in the same bed
because they were the only two boys.  Naturally, they had explored each
other's capabilities and he said Vince was as inquisitive and as randy as I
was!  Then he revealed to me that Vince had since told him about my
reputation for shooting lots so I told him about Vince in the scrum.  He
laughed and said it was certainly him and I should ask him about it when he
came back to school and, anyway, Vince was very jealous because he would
have liked to have come on the trip with us!  Well, well!

     I then confessed I'd chosen Mike as my third musketeer when Matt had
chosen Duncan Buchanan and I felt I'd won!  Mike looked most pleased at
that and said he'd jumped at the chance of the visit when his dad said Pa
had suggested taking us both.

     I was most elated and took over the history telling and was just in
the middle of recounting Alun's visit at Easter when we heard a car
arriving.  It turned out to be Willy Roberts with the evening meal and two
huge bundles of clothing.  It was a good job he arrived as I was in an
advanced state of horniness by then and I think Mike was as well!  But,
there were new excitements.  The bundles turned out to be our fathers' army
uniforms.  They had been given War Office commissions!  Pa was now a
lieutenant-colonel and Mike's dad a major!!

     Willy Roberts laid out the two sets on the big hall table including
greatcoats, caps, tunics, trousers, socks, boots.  You name it, it was
there!  Also, he solemnly handed over two single pips each to Mike and me
as he said he'd thought we'd like to be honorary lieutenants.  There was
much discussion about all this lot and also where we should wear our pips.
Willy said with a very straight face that he would suggest our pyjama
jackets.  We both grinned and agreed, even though my emergency pyjamas were
still in the bottom of my bag.
  The next commotion was the arrival of a second car bringing our dads.
With a good deal of backchat they disappeared upstairs and soon emerged
very smartly dressed.  Willy sprang to attention and saluted as they
appeared in the room but I'm afraid that Mike and I were just creased up.

     Then we heard more news.  The firing tests today had been fine and
there was to be more tests tomorrow and a full-scale overnight exercise on
Wednesday night which was to be attended by top brass from London.  Pa
wanted to know if we would be OK in the house by ourselves overnight and we
said no problem.  Willy went off to the kitchen and we had to recount our
day - at least a partial recounting!  Then grub was up - and down!  Golly,
I did feel well fed and I kept catching Mike's amused eye as I waded in.
As Pa and Mike's dad had much to discuss we went up to bed quite early,
stoked up the fire and sat by it and as I read my St John's book Mike
sketched the outside scene as it had been that morning.  By ten I was ready
for bed.  That is, I was ready for my own firing tests!

     "I'll just go and wash and then get ready for bed," I announced to
Mike as I reached the end of a chapter all about fractures.  I picked up my
dressing gown and went off, undressed and washed and was soon back in the
room.  Mike was already undressed and in his dressing gown when I returned
and went straight off to the bathroom.  He'd left the sketchbook on the bed
so I had a look at what he had been doing.  It was good.  He had drawn the
outside view of the farmhouse with a lonely runner approaching along the
road.  It was quite clearly me.  As I was studying it intently he returned.

     "Do you like it?" he asked, grinning, "I used a bit of artistic
licence and put you in."

     "Gosh, it's good, and I can see it's me," was my response.  I put the
book down on the side-table and took my dressing gown off.  Naturally, my
rod was up and rigid.  Mike took a quick look and peeled off his dressing
gown.  He too was in the same condition.

     "It does it of it's own accord," he murmured, pushing his hips forward
so the tip bounced against him.  Then he said with a bit of a chuckle,
"Hey, Jacko, would you let me check something?  I've been thinking about it
during the day."

     "What's that?" I asked, intrigued.

     He came over and sat on the bed. "Well, I wondered why you shoot so
far.  I bet the pressure has to push your stuff along a pretty narrow tube.
Can I have a look?"

     Even more intrigued I went and stood in front of him between his open
legs.  Very gently he caught hold of my dong and pulled my foreskin down.
Even more gently he put the finger and thumb of his other hand at the top
of my knob.  I winced a bit as he touched it but very carefully he pressed
down on either side of the slit and it opened very slightly.

     "As I thought, have a look.  You've got a very narrow slit in the top
there and it doesn't open very far."  He let go of my cock and caught hold
of his own.  He did the same with his knob end and as he pressed down the
slit there opened up quite wide and I could see the hole going down was
much wider. "Yes, I was right, mine is much bigger so whatever pressure
there is has a wider pipe to push the stuff through."  He looked at me and
grinned, "It's all a matter of physics, isn't it?  Except, of course, that
doesn't explain the amount.  That must be a matter of biology!"

     By this time my balls were like two hard little walnuts tight up
against the base of my prick.  I looked at his which were still slightly
saggy, but definitely not even as large as mine.  I put a hand out and
cupped them in my palm.

     "Mike, your cock is much bigger than mine, but your balls aren't are
they?  Do you think it's something to do with that as well?"  I paused and
thought and remembered that Matt, and all three of my cousins had much
bigger balls than me but none of them shot as much.  "No, it can't be
that," I mused, "Matt and my cousins don't shoot as much as me and they
have much bigger balls."

     "I expect it's what goes on inside you then, 'cause you make the sperm
cells in your balls and then it mixes up with other things and what you
shoot out is called semen," he said with clear authority.  So that was it.
It made sense now.  And for me, it was probably helped by all the food I
ate!

     As Mike sat there grinning broadly at me I reached out and pushed him
gently on the chest.  He collapsed back into the softness of the feather
bed and pounded the cover rather helplessly as I knelt down between his
legs and began to lick his balls which were presented directly to me
because of my action.  I moved my tongue up and tickled the base of his
prick and then dropped it again to probe his bollocks.  With an effort he
partially righted himself and clasped my head.

     "No, don't do that, Jacko, not yet," he whispered urgently from his
semi-recumbent position, "Let's get into bed and I'll tell you about what
happened when I was in Ireland with my cousins."  I looked up at his face.
He grinned back.  "It's a bit like what you've just done," he said,
chuckling.

     I stood up and held out a hand to help him get up.  Like lighting he
grabbed me and started to tickle me.  I spluttered and squirmed and flailed
my arms about but he was like an eel and much stronger than me and we ended
up among the sheepskins on the floor, me panting for breath.

     "That's how they started!" he whispered in my ear, "They took me by
surprise the first night.  Come on, let's get up and get into bed!"

     He let go and we stood up together.  He pointed to the bed and went to
the doorway and switched out the light.  The fire was quite bright and lit
up the room as we got into bed.  I rolled towards him and put my arms round
him immediately.

     "Come on, then, tell me!"

     He put an arm over my back and started to rub the bottom of my spine.
Gosh, it was good.  My cock seemed to go even harder.  He put his head
close to mine with his mouth near my ear.

     "Well, I told you we slept four in a bed, didn't I?  At least I think
we did get a bit of sleep sometimes.  Anyway, the first night we all went
up together and the three of them undressed like greased lightning.  Then
Liam and Connor, the two older ones grabbed Gerard and started to tickle
him just like I did to you just now.  It was funny because they did all
this in absolute silence.  Gerard squirmed and struggled but Connor kept a
hand over his mouth as they made the poor lad twitch and jerk.  Then Liam
caught hold of his dick which I'd noticed had got stiff and rubbed it up
and down at the same time and he soon shot his stuff.  By this time I'd
just got my pants on and Liam and Connor let go of him and grabbed me.  My
pants were off in a flash and the next thing I knew was I was being tickled
like mad.  Then Gerard joined in and he did what you just did and then Liam
grabbed my dick and rubbed it.  And that was when I came for the first
time," he finished with a triumphant whisper.

     "Didn't they know you hadn't come before that?"

     "No, and I didn't tell them until later in the week, either!"

     "What happened after that that night?"

     He snorted in my ear and continued, "I had to do it to Liam and Connor
and then Gerard wanted it again and it took ages for me to make him come a
second time.  Oh yes, and then we all compared what we'd got and Connor was
a bit peeved because mine was longer than his even then, 'Och', he said,
'look at the lad on him' - that's what Irish boys call it, they call it
their lad" He sniggered.  "And when they come they say they're fetching it.
I had to learn a new language."

     Crumbs more things to add to my vocabulary!  Then Mike went on.

     "Of course, mine wasn't so thick but it was definitely longer so
Connor
  tossed me off again and it finished up with Connor giving Liam his second
and then Gerard set to on Connor."  He laughed.  "So all ours lads were
exercised and we all fetched our stuff as well.  It was quite hectic and I
think we dropped off to sleep after that.  I know I did!  But that was some
introduction wasn't it?"

     During this time I had just been gripping his dick and gently
squeezing it in my full fist but as he finished I began to rub up and down
on his rigid length.  He immediately gave a grunt and a hoarse whisper.

     "You'd better get your towel I think I'm about to fetch!"

     I reached under my pillow and quickly thrust the trusty towel between
us.  Just in time and just like the night before he gave a number of
violent thrusts of his thighs as he came.  But, not like last night there
was no long pause afterwards.  He moved quickly, pushing back the feather
covering right back and straddling me and proceeded then to beat me off
very slowly but with very strong downstrokes.

     My knob popped out of its surrounding skin completely with no effort
and although the force behind his hard pulls made me wince a bit the effect
was almost immediate and colossal.  I lay back with my eyes closed and
mouth open and when I came I felt drops splash down on my face and some
even into my open mouth.  I didn't wait either.  As soon as spunk had
stopped spurting I put my arms up and put them round his waist and pulled
him down on top of me.

     The bed gave an ominous squeak and we lay very still for what seemed
like ages before we seemed to dare even to breathe.  I was getting used now
to being glued to my friends with our spilled spunk!  Then very slowly I
brought my knees up and carefully locked my legs over his back moving my
arms to his shoulders.  I was rather crushed because I was supporting the
whole weight of his body on me but the feelings were superb.  His face was
very close to mine so I stuck my tongue out and pushed it between his lips.
His mouth opened wide as he breathed deeply.  I explored his tongue with
mine and gradually I felt his length hardening again and pressing on me
below my balls.  I moved slightly until I felt his knob pressing on my
crack.  I wanted to find out what I had done to Matt but Mike very slowly
turned me over so we were still entwined but I was lying on my side.  He
put his mouth close to my ear.

     "No, Jacko, not tonight.  Just let's lie still."

     I moved slightly away and reached down to his great length and held it
tightly.  My dong was rapidly stiffening and as we disentangled ourselves
he took hold of it and both of us dropped off to sleep.
                                *
     I woke sometime in the night.  We were now covered up snugly because
Mike must have pulled up the feather quilt at some time.  We weren't
holding each other's dongs any more and I felt down to mine which was now
limp and very sticky.  Mike was facing me and was deeply asleep.  I kissed
him gently on the nose and dropped off again.  Next thing I knew I was
being gently shaken by the shoulder.

     "Hey, come on, wake up, Jacko!", Mike was saying rather urgently,
"It's nearly eight o'clock and they're just finishing breakfast and they'll
be going soon!"

     I opened my eyes to see Mike already dressed, ready for the run, and
as he spoke I heard the car draw up in the yard.

     "Come on, get your running kit on, you don't need to wash until we're
back!" he said, picking up my shirt and shorts. "Here, slip these on,
'cause you'll want to see your old man all dressed up won't you!"

     I scrambled out of bed and grabbed my pants and pulled them on.  Mike
handed me my shorts and as I stepped into them he popped my rugger shirt
over my head.
  I grovelled under the bed and found my football socks and plimsolls and
within a minute I was ready.

     "What about a pullover?" he asked.

     I nodded and scurried to the cupboard and got out the one I had on the
previous morning.  I bet I looked a wreck!  My hair was all dishevelled and
Mike must have been waiting for my realisation of this as he handed me a
comb.

     "Come on, hurry up and make yourself beautiful, I can hear the sound
of boots down below!"

     I scraped my hair down and followed him to the door.  Our dads were
laughing about something and as we looked down over the banisters they were
being handed two immaculate Sam Browne belts by Willy Roberts.

     "Do we look OK, Willy?" I heard Pa ask.

     "As soon as you've got these on, sir, you'll look perfect!" was
Willy's reply.

     I nearly slipped down the stairs in my hurry to see the two new
soldiers.  They did look smart and the belts set off the uniforms very
well.  I stood at the bottom of the stairs while Mike sat a bit further up
as they completed their kitting-out by putting their greatcoats on.  Willy
handed them their caps which they spent some time setting on their heads
comfortably.  While they were doing this Willy came over to us.

     "You're going for a run first before breakfast?"

     I nodded and he continued, "That's OK. I've left some eggs and bacon
and bread and so on in the kitchen."  He looked at Mike, "I've got to drive
today so would you deal with that and put the stew on the Aga to warm up
for dinner."

     Pa came over listening in and stood at attention in front of us
grinning hugely. "Now, you two, you behave yourselves and keep the place
tidy or I'll have you in the glasshouse!  That's orders for the day, eh,
Gunner Roberts?"

     Willy sprang smartly to attention, "Yes sir, one can be on kitchen
fatigues and the other on barrack room orderly duty, sir!"

     Dad laughed, "Good, that's exactly the description I wanted.  Anyway,
we'll be back just after six o'clock with Gunner Roberts and your supper so
I'm sure you'll be OK until then."

     Gosh, we were going to have the place to ourselves for most of the
time!  But, we had to see the departure first.  Off they went with much
waving and we set off in the other direction up towards the other
farmhouse.  It was pretty cold but I soon warmed up and we ran together
very well.  Mike matched his pace to mine and I think my practice made me
his equal 'cause I had no difficulty with the distance we did.  In fact,
after about twenty minutes of following a track Mike suggested we turned
back.  It was very nippy so we didn't say much to each other just
concentrating on the run.  When we did get back we'd been out nearly three
quarters of an hour and must have done at least five miles!  I think I was
in better condition than Mike as he was panting a bit as we made our entry
into the warm kitchen from the rather raw weather outside.

     "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, it was chilly out there!" he exclaimed, "I'm
ready for a hot bath!"

     "Race you up the stairs then," I retorted and rushed off in front of
him.  He followed at a more sedate pace holding on to the banisters as he
climbed the stairs.

     I was in the bathroom with the taps turned on and stripping off when
he came in.

     "Come on, let's get in together," he suggested, "There'll be plenty of
room."

     I tested the water and gingerly put my foot in.  It was pretty hot but
I slid over the side and down into the water.  Mike soon followed and faced
me.

     "I suppose you thought first one in should have the best end," he
said, grinning, "So I've got the taps!"

     I splashed him playfully and we finished up soaping each other down
and wallowing in the water for ages until I announced I wanted my
breakfast.  Mike got out first and began to towel himself down then walked
out to the bedroom.  I let the water out and wrapped myself in a towel and
followed him.  He was standing by the fire in the bed room with his
dressing gown on and holding his sketch pad.

     "Hey, Jacko," he said as I came in, "Stand over here and I'll do a
drawing of you."

     I went over towards the fire while he pulled a chair across and sat on
it.

     "Like this?" I asked, "Like the one you did of yourself?"

     I dropped my towel and stood, turning slightly to the fire to keep
warm.

     "Just like that," he said and eyed me up and down before he was busy
with his pencil.  "Try to stand quite still."

     I felt the heat from the fire drying the hair round my cock and as it
dried it sprang up into its usual halo.  I was glad we'd had the hot bath
because I also felt my cock and balls were hanging well and not shrivelled
up by the outside cold.  Even though I wanted my breakfast I stood stock
still for about ten minutes while he rapidly did about three drawings.

     "I'll finish them off later," he said finally, "Come on, we'd better
get dressed and have some grub."

     "May I see them, please?" I asked.

     He shook his head.  "Not yet, I'll finish them first and then you can
see."

     Being obedient I didn't insist but rapidly dressed and was downstairs
first.  I had the frying pan on the Aga when Mike arrived and he took over,
instructing me to cut some bread.  We were both ravenous and had two eggs
and two rashers of bacon each and a mound of bread between us.  There was
also a billycan of tea which we got through as well.  My stomach felt quite
podgy when I'd finished and Mike gave a great sigh of pleasure as he
finished mopping up his last bit of egg.

     "I'm ready for anything now," he said, "Other than any more exercise!
We'll leave the washing up until later, shall we.  Let's go and have a sit
and more chat and I'll finish off the drawings."


     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.