Date: Tue, 18 Feb 2003 00:09:43 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 31

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 (Continued)

     We sat and had much more chat!  I did most of it telling Mike more
about what Tony had told me about camp and what had happened on our visit
to Ulvescott.  During this recital Mike busily scratched away at his pad
and finally after at least an hour when I came up for breath he said he'd
more or less finished.  He stood up and put his sketchpad on the table.

     "Here you are, Jacko, you can look now," he said with a note of pride
in his voice.

     Gosh, they were good!  The first was another head and shoulders.  It
was different from the first one he'd done of me 'cause now I looked just a
bit older.  The second one was my head and torso and he'd caught me looking
straight at him with a quizzical air, but then, the third was a real
revelation.  It was a full-length drawing of me in the nude, slightly side
on.  I must say I looked good.  I was staring towards the fire which he'd
sketched in and I didn't look a bit boyish.  I had secretly marvelled at
Mike's muscly body but his drawing showed I had the beginnings of a few
muscles as well.  Of course, one bit did stand out, or at least dangled
proudly.  If he'd drawn me truthfully then my dick and bollocks were now
also beginning to get well-formed.  I suppose just seeing them in a mirror
or from above gives a rather false impression but I felt quite proud of my
growing equipment under my little mat of hair.

     "Oh, Mike!" I exclaimed after turning the pages, "They're marvellous!"
I stared at the third one very intently.  "Do I really look like that?"

     "Um, yes, you do.  I draw what I see usually so it must be right."

     "I didn't realise I had any muscles," I said, "You can see yours quite
clearly when you undress!"

     He grinned, "That's exercise for you.  I expect your running has begun
to tone you up.  And I think you're getting a bit taller now and though you
scoff enough food to feed an elephant you're not fat."

     "No, not like Peter Fry in our class, he's like a barrel!" I retorted.
I stared at the drawing again focussing on the interesting bits. "Do I
really look like that?" I asked pointing at the section below my navel.

     He grinned and slapped me on the back, "Exactly!" he chuckled, "I know
what you mean, you never see yourself properly, do you?"  He squeezed my
neck, "You're going to be quite a big boy when you've finished growing,
just like your cousins that you've told me about!"

     "I do hope so, it's not fair being younger when there's you and Matt
and Alun and the others.  You've all got lots..."

     He squeezed my neck again.  "But you've got more than me, don't
forget."  He pointed at my balls in the drawing. "They're definitely bigger
than mine, even now."

     "Oh yes, and I've got more there too!" I said, grinning up at him and
pointing at the end of my dick in the drawing.

     "Cheeky hound!" he expostulated, "You've still time to lose that, like
your pal George Clegg 'cause I might get you with a pair of scissors!"  He
made cutting movements at me and laughed as I evaded him and went on.  "I
suppose you're lucky in one way though that you're not a Moslem boy in
Turkey!"

     "Why's that?" I asked, puzzled.

     He guffawed.  "Oh, one of the Brothers told us in Religion that the
poor little buggers have their foreskins chopped off publicly sometime when
they're between seven and ten."

     I winced involuntarily and crossed my legs. "Is that true?  In
public?"

     Mike nodded vigorously, "Yes, the Brother said it was true and if we
didn't behave ourselves he'd write to the Pope and suggest it for Catholic
boys!  It didn't help when someone in the class asked the Brother if I was
a Moslem and that meant I was inspected very closely next time after games.
I was only a little kid at the time, in the first year, and some of the
older lads were there too.  They held me down on a bench and they all had a
look and laughed then someone remembered there was a boy in the second year
the same so they left me and when he came into the changing room after
school they got him and he was exhibited as well.  That episode scared me a
good bit, 'cause I was quite a bit younger than most of the boys in my
class and I was also quite small.  There were some rough lads in our class
and I got picked on a lot and in the end I said I didn't like the school.
Dad realised something was wrong and though he didn't say anything
suggested I went to Prosser's Gym.  You know, the one the Mayor started
up."

     I nodded, "Johnny Prosser's in my class and he's the Mayor's nephew
and he goes there."

     "Yeah, I went there and got on quite well and it certainly built me up
a bit.  A couple of other boys from our third year went there and I got
pally with them and that helped 'cause I could talk to them at school and
that meant the thuggy ones in the class left me alone.  Then I had my
accident and I wonder if that's why my balls aren't very big."

     I was all agog.  "What was that?"

     "Oh, very simple, I was showing off a bit and slipped and landed with
my legs either side of the beam and bashed my balls terribly."

     I winced again and put both hands protectively over my
equipment. "Ooh, Mike, I felt that!" I said with feeling.

     He snorted.  "Not so much as I did!  Two of the older boys gave me a
piggy-back home and I was in bed for four days and they had to get the
doctor much to my sisters' amusement.  I had to have cold compresses but
Kathleen was very good 'cause she looked after me mostly."

     "Is that the one going to marry Eamonn the drill sergeant?"

     "Yes," he said and grinned at me, "She used to come in and say 'Anyone
for tennis'"

     I got that straight away. "They're certainly not big enough for that!"

     He took a friendly swipe at me. "I'll do you, Jacko!  Anyway, the
doctor was worried in case I'd done permanent damage and I had to keep
going to see him to be inspected."  He sniggered.  "He asked me one day if
I'd had a wet dream yet and I told him I had because I didn't know what he
meant 'cause it was ages before I knew anything about coming but I had
noticed I'd got some hair growing.  He said I was OK and he didn't need to
see me again.  So, it didn't too much damage except my balls haven't got
very big."

     "What happened about the gym?  Did you go back?"

     "Oh, yes, I went on going until I was about fourteen or so but I
didn't like old Prosser who used to come in and talk about 'his boys' in
his unctuous way.  Your chum Billy Clarke and one of his friends were very
pally with him, though.  But going there did the trick 'cause those third
years were by that time in the Sixth form and got me to be scrum half in
their Rugby team and the others left me alone after that."

     I was most impressed and told him what Billy Clarke had said about him
being thickset, at least, I said, that's what I thought he said.  That set
Mike off and he grabbed me and we rolled on the sheepskins on the floor as
he wrestled me.  I was getting stronger because it took him all his effort
to get me into a hold.  Gosh, that made me horny again and when I managed
to free a hand I felt down for his cock and that was really hard.  I
squeezed it and without saying anything we stopped wrestling and went
straight up to the bedroom and slipped our togs off.  I tossed him off
first and he shot his load pretty quickly and thickly.  I came more or less
as soon as he put his hand on my cock.  He must have given me about twenty
or so rubs and out it poured.  We lay side by side on the bed for a while
and then got up and dressed again.  Mike was most amused.

     "I don't know why we bothered to put our clothes on.  Is there a time
when you don't want it, Jacko?"

     I stuck my tongue out at him, "No, only when I'm eating or asleep."

     "At least you're honest about it.  Anyway, I'm the same.  Do you keep
thinking about it?"

     I nodded.  Thinking about it occupied a great part of my conscious
time.  I told him I even got hard-ons doing German translations.  He said
he'd tried several times to see how long he could keep a hard-on and one
lasted over three hours before it got too much and he had to deal with it.
I said I didn't think I could last that long.

     The rest of the day passed quickly.  I went through my visit to
Cardiff and asked him if he knew what Aladdin was all about which made him
laugh.  He laughed even more about Christopher Robin having a wank and said
he would have to tell Pat Finch and Bernie that one.

     Pa and Dr O'Brien arrived back full of beans and Mike suggested they
were full of whisky as well because they were laughing and joking all
through supper.  We kept quiet and learned that their shell casing was the
best ever and everyone was most impressed and they'd had a drink or two to
celebrate in the mess afterwards.  That explained the merriment which
quietened down after supper when Pa produced a bottle of whisky from his
greatcoat and they settled to a few more drinks while we played Monopoly.
Both of them dozed off in their chairs by about nine and Mike nodded
towards the door.

     I was washed, stripped off and in bed before Mike got upstairs as he
had stayed to tidy up the kitchen things.  It wasn't long though before he
got into bed beside me.  I leapt on him just as Matt had that time he
stayed with me.  I entwined myself around him and stuck my mouth over his
and forced my tongue in.  His prick was as rigid as mine as I had felt it
go hard against me as I bounced my body against his.

     "Slow down a bit, Jacko," he gasped as I raised my head a bit to take
a breath of air.  His arms were round my back and he tightened his grasp
until I quietened down a bit.  "Wait, we've got plenty of time and don't
make so much noise or they'll wonder what's up," he said in an amused
voice, "I know what you want and I've watched you all this evening and
you've had a permanent horn, haven't you?"

     I nodded and grinned down at him. "Haven't you?" I asked.

     "Some of the time, but I've been saving it up.  Hey, lie still for a
minute and I'll tell you what happened to Pat Finch on his first night at
Fensham."

     He loosened his grip and I rolled off him and we faced each other
sideways.  He pushed the covering quilt down a bit because with the fire
and that it was pretty warm in the bedroom.

     "Well, I'd better start at the beginning like I did with my story.
Pat was at our school but his mum wasn't too well so it was arranged for
him to go as a boarder to Fensham.  It was after Christmas about three
years ago so he was just fourteen and it meant he had to join in a class
who'd all been there ages and he was put in a dormitory with five others
about the same age.  He said it wasn't too bad the first day, two of the
lads were told to show him around and they seemed OK.  That first night
they went up to bed and I told you they were checked to see they were
tucked in with their arms outside."

     I sniggered at this point. "I notice you didn't leave your arms
outside tonight, or even cross them on your chest!"

     He tapped me on the back and ran his hand down my side and caught hold
of my prick. "Only to make sure I could protect myself from you and I
couldn't!"

     I was feeling round the base of his spine and pinched him and at the
same time stuck my tongue out and licked the end of his nose. "Coward, but
go on!"

     "OK, I will, but keep still for a minute!"  I waited. "Right, that
first night the prefect or whoever came round, looked at them all, switched
off the light and closed the door.  It was all blacked out and there was a
deathly hush.  Pat heard scurrying feet and then his bedclothes were pulled
down and someone clamped their mouth over his on one side and held him down
while someone the other side pulled the cord on his pyjamas and got his
prick out.  The three of them were squashed together on this single bed
with Pat gasping for air, like I was just now, and this other lad pumping
away at his dick.  It didn't take him long to come 'cause he's a horny tyke
like you."  He gripped my dick hard at that moment so I pinched him again.
He laughed.  "As soon as he came the two lads scurried off and got into
their own beds and there was silence again for a few moments then he heard
the others all tossing themselves off!"  He gave my prick a few rubs, "Just
like this, Jacko."

     In a moment he had turned over on me and clamped his mouth over mine
and shoved his tongue in deep.  I shot my first load of the night within a
few seconds and lay gasping.  Mike drew out the towel and wiped me down.  I
recovered my breath and twisted over towards him.

     "Your turn now," I said with emphasis, "Lie still and close your
eyes."

     I shifted down in the bed until I was lying between his legs.  I began
by licking the little ridged sac containing his balls at the same time
reaching up to measure his length with my fingers.  Gradually I opened my
mouth wider and circled his bollocks with my lips and began to suck them
while, just above my nose, I started to pull up and down on his rod.  I did
it as slowly as I could and I could hear Mike gasping and drawing in deep
breaths and soon his leg muscles quivered against the sides of my head.
Suddenly, he gave a long-drawn out hiss as if through clenched teeth and
jerked up and down almost uncontrollably and I knew he was shooting his
stuff.  I continued to suck on his hard little cobnuts and pull away until
he was arching his back and moaning.  I stopped only because I heard a door
open and close downstairs.  Mike went silent and I waited for several
minutes until I heard the second door close on the other side of the
landing.  His prick was still in my hand and as it slowly softened I lifted
myself upright to look down on him.  He was lying quite still, eyes closed,
and in the flickering firelight I could see six or seven small pools of
come dotted over his stomach and chest.

     "Are you OK?" I whispered.

     He nodded his head, smiled and flexed the muscles in his legs against
my knees.  I reached for the towel and wiped up the creamy spunk and moved
out from between his legs and lay down beside him.  I put an arm over his
chest and thought I would ask him something which for no reason had entered
my head while I was snuffling at his balls.

     "Hey, Mike, you know on the way up you said about your sister getting
married to that sergeant at the training camp.  Is he very old?"

     He opened his eyes and turned his head to me, "No.  Why do you ask?"

     "Oh well, the sergeant who drills our Cadets is ever so old and that
Sergeant Higgs, I told you about who was at Ulvescott, well, he was pretty
old too."

     He grinned and put his hand over so it rested on my stomach. "No,
Eamonn's not all that old.  He's twenty-two, same age as my sister
Kathleen.  They're getting married at Easter and then she'll be Kathleen
Alice Quinn."  He kneaded my stomach with his fingers.  "You'll get
invited, 'cos your dad and mum's on the list, 'cos I saw it over Christmas
when they were making the plans."

     "He's in the Guards, isn't he?"

     "Yes, the Irish Guards, though he comes from Liverpool."

     My racing imagination took over.  "Did you say your sister's name is
Alice?" I asked.

     "Yes, Kathleen Alice.  Why?"

     "Oh, I was just thinking about Christopher Robin again."

     His fingers massaged my stomach more, "And what's your dirty little
mind thought up now?" he asked, with a mock menacing tone.

     I giggled and wriggled under his fingers which were giving me very
pleasant feelings with startling results elsewhere. "Well, you know the
poem, 'They're changing the guard at Buckingham Palace'?"

     I squirmed even more as his fingers copied the rhythm.

     "Yes, I've heard it.  Why?"

     I began, "'They're changing the guard at Buckingham Palace,
              And Christopher Robin went down with Alice,"
     I paused, and made ready for any onslaught,
             "Alice is marrying one of the guard.
              'A soldier's prick is terrible hard,'
              Says Alice.'"

     Retribution was swift.  Mike, hardly able to contain his laughter
rolled over onto me and flattened me.  I retaliated by flinging my arms
around his back and hugging him hard and then whispered in his ear.

     "'And Michael's prick is terrible hard,' says Jacko."

     Mike was giggling hard and spluttered out, "You're right, so is
Eamonn's."

     He rolled us over so we were facing each other.  We had made a bit of
noise and I think we both wondered if we could be heard.  Mike must have
read my mind.

     "It's OK, they've both had enough to knock out a horse, as mother
says.
  Come on, let go and I'll tell you."

     I loosened my hold and put a free hand down and clamped it round his
revived hard- on.

     "Harder than this?"

     He laughed again, "Shut up and listen or I won't tell you."

     "OK, carry on."

     "Eamonn stayed with us over Christmas.  He arrived on Christmas Eve
and had to go back the morning after Boxing Day.  Now, because we haven't
much room with me and four sisters he had to share my room.  Dad had put a
spare mattress on the floor and Eamonn insisted he slept on that.  He's a
big bloke, he must be about six foot tall.  He says he only got on the
Depot staff 'cause he's a good rugby player.  Dad says he's a typical bog
Irishman but nice with it.  I like him, he's always laughing and telling
stories.  Anyway, we didn't get to bed very early on Christmas Eve 'cause
we all went to midnight mass and Christmas night we sat around and talked
and then Boxing Day was my birthday and that was late again.  That night we
all went up to bed and left Eamonn and Kath discussing their wedding.  I
was in bed ages before he appeared and crept into the room.

     I was still wide awake and I could see him because we had a nightlight
on a saucer.  Anyway, he got undressed just like the previous two nights.
All he wore in bed was his underpants, little green ones, so I hadn't seen
anything else.  But that night, when he dropped his trousers and stepped
out of them I saw he had a great hard-on.  It was sticking out of the front
of his pants.  I kept quiet and I suppose he thought I was asleep 'cause as
soon as he laid down he slipped his pants off and began to toss himself
off."

     Mike reached down and encircled my rigid tool.

     "He did it slowly to begin with, I suppose in case it disturbed me,
and I got a good look at his prick.  It was pretty thick but certainly not
as long as mine."  He gave my dick a squeeze, "It looked very hard though!"

     I responded by tweaking his cock a few times.

     "Let me finish the tale first."  I stopped and he went on.  "He was
beating off for about a minute and, of course, I got a raging hard-on too,
so I just turned over on my back and pushed the clothes away and jacked
myself off.  I heard him come first and then I did just a bit later.  We
lay in silence for a minute or so and then he whispered, 'Well, Mike, we
both had a bit of dirty water to get off our chests, eh?  Happy Birthday!'
Then he pinched out the night-light and that was that."

     "Didn't you say anything in the morning?"

     "No chance, he was up and off before I emerged."

     "I haven't heard about dirty water before.  Have you?"

     "No, but I told Bernie about it and he said he expected it was
something they said in the army."  He paused. "Bernie says soldiers call it
a J Arthur - get it?"

     I shook my head.

     "J Arthur Rank - wank, get it now?"

     I grinned, "Could I have a J Arthur now, please?"

     We both wanted one and more dirty water was on, rather than off, our
chests.  For a while after that we talked until, drowsily, I tucked myself
up against him and drifted off to sleep feeling most contented.
                                *
     Any contentment I'd feel last thing was dispelled by my rude awakening
in the morning.  I was flat on my back when the bedding was pulled off me
and a sharp finger prodded me in the side.  An urgent whisper followed
immediately.

     "Come on, Jacko!" Mike hissed, "It's ten past eight, they're not up
yet, but you are, you little monster!"

     A rude awakening and my rudeness was exposed.  The little monster, me,
was displaying a very healthy little monster, it!  Mike, cruelly, flicked
at it and caught my knob end with his fingernail and I was galvanised into
action.  The sod had hurt my precious dick!  Not much but enough to get me
in fighting mood.

     "You bastard!" I hissed back, "That hurt!"

     I sprang up as quickly as I could given the softness of the feather
bed.  I launched myself at him and this took him by surprise as he
collapsed under my weight.
  With this advantage I managed to pin him down on the floor for a few
moments and took stock of the situation.  He was already partly dressed for
the run with shorts and rugger shirt.  Quickly I pulled up the shirt so it
covered his face and in so doing pinned his arms in it.  I lay across his
heaving chest and shoved my hand into the top of his shorts and pushed it
down under the elastic of his jockstrap.  I located his cock and then, in
the constricted space, I flicked his bare knob twice, hard.

     "Ouch, you little fucker!" a muffled voice gasped, "I'll pull your
prick off for that!"

     He kicked about but I grabbed his eel-like cock and whispered back,
"But I've got your's already!", and give it quite a tweak.

     He lay still, his chest still heaving, now with laughter.

     "OK, pax, let me up, I can't breathe!"

     "Real pax?" I asked, hesitantly not wanting to loose the advantage and
to emphasis it I squeezed his uncoiled cock again.

     "Most definitely, real, true pax!"

     I let go and knelt up beside him.  He wriggled his arms and drew the
shirt down from his now rather red face.

     He grinned up at me.  "You got me that time, good for you.  But watch
your step 'cos I'll get my own back."

     "You got your own back twice last night," I retorted, "All over your
chest!"

     "Wit, wit, mind you don't cut your finger."  He eyed my still rampant
tool. "You'd better be careful or you might circumcise yourself as well,
eh?"

     I glanced down, figuring out his own wit and this was my mistake.  I
had taken my attention off him.  He seized the moment, or rather, he seized
me.  In one move he sat up, circled his arms tightly round my arms and
chest, pulled me down locking his legs round me and rolled me over so he
was looking down at me.

     "I'd better teach you how to wrestle, hadn't I?  And the first rule
is, never take your eye off your opponent."  He put his face close to mine
and rubbed my nose with his.  "You're so proud of your little dickie it's
an object of fascination for you, eh?"

     I nodded, feeling my hard little dickie pressed against the cloth of
his shorts in which a rather larger dickie was rapidly thickening.  He
seemed quite unperturbed and loosened his grip a bit.

     "Tell you what.  Sometime today I'll teach you a few moves so if any
of your pals decide to revenge themselves on you you'll be prepared."

     I thought it would be good.  Matt and Tom had better watch out,
battling Jacko would be on the scene!

     "Coo, thanks, I'd like that!" I said enthusiastically, "I owe Matt and
Tom a couple of bouts."

     "Right, I'll teach you what I learnt from my Irish cousins who were
real scrappers.  Come on, then, get your togs on, we'd better get out and
back 'cos Willy will be here soon with breakfast."

     As he was ready first he went and banged on our dads' doors and
muffled protestations of too much noise were heard.  Pa's door then opened
quietly and he went into the bathroom almost silently.  Mike mimed having a
headache and then his dad appeared at our door looking rather worse for
wear.

     "Oh my God," he said very absently, "The bells are ringing this
morning and we've got to get through the next sixteen hours."

     "Aren't you feeling well?" asked Mike solicitously, turning and
winking at me. "Or did the demon drink get you?"

     "You tell your mother and I'll..." he stopped and went off back to his
bedroom.  I finished putting my shirt and plimsolls on as Mike followed his
dad.

     He returned just as I was ready.

     "Nothing a couple of good hot cups of tea won't cure," he said, "He
was worse than that on Christmas Day."

     We left the scene and set off.  As we went up the road toward the farm
I thought that having a couple of good wanks didn't seem to have any effect
on my performance the next day.  And from the pace that Mike was setting
they certainly had no deleterious effects on him either.  Another old
wives' tale to bite the dust.  We circled the farmyard when we reached it
and saw young Mr Turner.  We stopped and he said not to forget we were
invited to have lunch on Friday with them and we could collect the meat to
take home then.  What meat?  Something our dads had arranged I assumed.  We
set off again and ran back past our farmhouse.  Two army cars were in the
yard so Willy and the other driver had arrived.  As we ran down the main
street and turned off into a side lane Mike exploded.

     "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" he almost shouted, "Oh, shit!"

     I was startled. "What's the matter?" I panted out.

     He slowed down a bit.  "Willy said he'd tidy up, didn't he? And I've
left my sketchpad on the table by the bed!"

     "Oh, gosh!" I said, "And I forgot to take the towel out of the bed"

     "I bet he'll have a look and he'll see the drawings."

     "What shall we do?  'Cause he'll see the towel as well if he makes the
bed and he'll guess why it was there!"  I looked across at Mike as we
continued running.  "He won't say anything to our dads will he?"

     "I doubt it.  I'll think of something!"

     We ran on in silence and finally reached the farmhouse again.  Mike
looked at his watch.

     "We're doing pretty well.  I guess that's about five miles and it's
about nine fifteen now.  Come on, don't say anything and see if he makes
any comment."

     One of the cars had gone and as we went through from the kitchen we
met Willy coming down the stairs.  He greeted us very affably.

     "All's ship shape and Bristol fashion up there.  I saw you coming up
the road so the bath is running and breakfast will be on the table in ten
minutes."

     We scuttled past him straight into the bathroom and we were in the
bath in a trice.  Mike put his finger to his lips.

     "Nothing so far, we'll check the bedroom when we dress," he whispered.

     Oh gosh, it was clear Willy must know something as the bed was neatly
made and the towel was over the back of a chair.  The sketchpad was now on
the dressing table and was laid out with the binding toward the window.
The drawings of me were lengthwise so he must have seen them.  Mike made a
wry face at me and I shrugged my shoulders.  I wasn't particularly worried.
They were very good drawings and I bet Willy wanked.

     Over breakfast Willy told us of the plans for the day and that our
dads could have a rest in the afternoon before the big exercise that night.
Mike said they would need the rest and Willy said he had noticed they
looked rather tired as they set off.  We said we would wash up and as he
had left our dinner and supper we would be all on our own until the next
morning.

     Time went very fast and eating, of course, filled a bit of the space.
Talking, reading, playing Monopoly and a lunch-time wank each, filled the
rest.  Mike suggested we might try the whisky after supper but it was a bit
sharp so I only had a sip or two whereas he had at least half a glass.  By
eight o'clock I was ready for bed and I thought if Mike had any more whisky
I would be having a lonely self-imposed wank that night to subdue my ever
wanton dong.  He was also willing to go to bed and we were soon side by
side in the warm depths of the feather bed.

     After a minute or so of savouring the comfort I turned over and pulled
the cover down and gently licked him on the neck just under his chin.  His
immediate response was to relax completely and throw his head back.  I
licked him again two or three times which made him gasp as well.  Then I
gradually tracked my way down his chest and across to each of his nipples
which I nipped with my lips before running my tongue round and round.  He
gasped even more and his chest heaved.  Pushing the quilt right off us I
moved down and licked his stomach feeling the ridges of his muscles under
my tongue.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see the tip of his prick
which was lying rigid up his belly.  Skirting its length I explored below
his navel with my tongue and found just a tiny roughness of hair before the
crisp curls round the base of his cock.

     As before, I probed his little bollocks and felt how hard they were in
their hairy sac.  I closed my mouth over his balls as I'd done the night
before and sucked at them hard.  This made him gasp again so I let go and
ran my tongue swiftly up his length and took the first couple or so inches
into my mouth.  As I began to lick and suck at his knob his leg muscles
went very hard under my pressing down chest.  I reached up and gently
tickled his right nipple as I put my other hand down and squeezed his
pills.  I glanced up.  His eyes were tight shut and he was breathing very
deeply through his open mouth.  After a while he began to gasp and whisper
something.  I carried on regardless and made several loud slurping noises
as my saliva ran copiously all over his hard dick.  I was just giving his
nuts a none too gentle squeeze when he started his orgasm.  His legs jerked
and forced his prick right into my mouth.  I held on tight and sucked even
harder.  He yelled out something like "Yow, yow, yow, yow" as his spunk
shot out and hit the roof of my mouth.

     It was a good job there was no one else in the house to hear him
because his responses got even noisier.  After the first four or so spurts
and yells I clenched my fist round his balls and squeezed them quite
tightly.  He almost screamed out this time and shot again and again
bouncing his head and back on the bed.  I swallowed his spunk and took my
mouth away from his prick and knelt up looking down on him. I reached down
and caught hold of his rod and began to wank him most vigorously.  He tried
to get hold of my hand but I held him off.  His cock was iron hard and his
hips and thighs were jerking in rhythm with me as I beat his meat.  By now
he was calling out almost continuously things like, "No! no!  Don't stop!
No!  Oh please!!"

     I quickened my pace and was savouring the salty sweetness of his come
left in my mouth when I leaned up to get a better grip on his sticky, wet
rod and to see what was happening.  I grabbed his balls again and, without
thinking as I moved my knees to steady myself, gave them an almighty
squeeze.  His legs thrashed around and his body arched as he yelled out,
'Jesus, Mary and Joseph!' at the top of his voice...  I wondered for a
moment what I'd done to him.  Had I crushed his balls?  Had I hurt him
terribly?  Obviously not as, lo and behold, the flood gates opened.  Spunk
flew everywhere.  Great gobbets of thick come shot from his now very red
knob all up over his chest.  I held his dick very tight as it jerked of its
own accord in my fist and finally to a long drawn out "Ahhhhhhhhh..." from
Mike a single drop of spunk flopped onto his stomach.

     I sat up straighter and let go of his balls and prick.  I contemplated
him and the results and for a moment I thought I'd met my match!  If half
his come had disappeared down my throat he'd produced an immense amount
this time, - much, much more than the other times I'd tossed him off.  A
veritable ocean of come!  Come off it, Jacko, I mused, that's a bit much,
perhaps a bit of a thunderstorm!  Mike, meanwhile, was lying quite still
with his eyes closed.  The major sign of life was his heaving chest and a
few residual twitches in his legs.  I put out a hand and drew a lazy circle
on his chest spreading drops of come under my fingertips towards his
nipples.  As soon as my finger touched his right nipple he gasped again and
caught hold of my hand.

     "No more, Jacko, please!" he almost pleaded, "Oh, gosh, just let me
get my breath back a minute!"

     A minute?  He lay still for several minutes with his rampant dick
stretched up his belly.  There was no sign of that softening.  My rod
hadn't softened either during all this and was standing rigidly to
attention.  I moved up a bit still kneeling over him and guided his hand up
to my dick.  He gripped it very hard but lay there again for some time
before he began to slowly toss me off, both of us breathing in and out in
tandem.  He knew exactly when I was about to come and pulled down very hard
and pointed my dick up in the air.  I leaned back and my spunk soared out
and up and dropped down hitting him amidships and there was plenty of it.
Not so thick and creamy as his but loads.  I leaned back and surveyed his
torso.  Our combining come streaked his stomach and chest.  I dipped my
head and took a few mingled drops on the end of my tongue and stuck my
tongue into his mouth.  He licked his lips and smiled at me.

     "Clean me up, Jacko, and then lie beside me."

     I complied with his wish and we were soon lying face to face with arms
round each other hugging each other tightly.

     "That was wonderful, Jacko," he whispered.  "Good job no one else was
around to hear the noise, eh?  Anyway, where did you learn how to do all
that?"

     I assumed he meant sucking him off so I said Matt and he said we were
an adventurous pair and he'd already had it done to him like that once
before by one of his cousins but it hadn't been as good.  I felt very
pleased with myself and stroked his back and very soon we had both drifted
off to sleep.
                                *
     I was dreaming I was in an aeroplane and there was a storm.  I awoke
to find Mike standing by the bed with the fire blazing away lighting him up
and him shaking me by the shoulder.

     "Come on, you lazy toad, it's half past eight.  Don't you want to go
for your run?  It's quite clear this morning."

     I thought back to the night before and wondered if with him shouting
out so loud I had squeezed his balls too hard.  I peered over the cover.
He was still in the nude.  I shoved my legs out over the edge and he
grabbed my arms and heaved me out and gave me a hearty smack on the
backside.

     "Ouch!" I said as his hand stung me.

     "That's for gripping my goolies so hard last night," he said with a
grin.

     I moved rapidly round the bed away from him in case I was in for more.
He laughed.

     "Come on, Jacko, I didn't mean to hurt you with that.  Anyway, that
was the best ever!  I don't know what you did but it had a great effect,
didn't it?  I hope I didn't scare you when I yelled but it hurt at the
time."  He laughed again.  "I've had a good look and everything looks OK.
But come on, Willy will be here soon with our breakfast and I've got a plan
because of him seeing the drawings.  I'll tell you later but you've got to
go running by yourself today and stay out at least an hour."

     An hour!  Running for an hour?  And I'd have to wait for my breakfast.
He saw my look of consternation.

     "Look, you go off, and try to keep out of the way for at least an hour
and it'll be all OK, I promise you."

     I started to ask questions but he picked up his jockstrap and pressed
it into my hand.

     "Look, shut up, Jacko, do as you are told, borrow this and go for a
run and stay out an hour."

     I did as I was bid.  I was going to wear his jockstrap.  His bollocks
and prick had nestled in it the day before and mine would be safely held
today.  I slipped it on and it wasn't a bad fit.  It was a size smaller
than Billy Clarke's so even my knob and knackers didn't feel lost in it.  I
quickly got the rest of my kit on and was just opening the back door when
Willy arrived.

     "By yourself today?" he asked, "Is Mike OK?"

     I said he was but I was having a lone run this morning and sped off
before any more questioning.  I didn't run so fast as usual and did the run
up to the other farmhouse first.  As I returned and passed ours there was
no sign of life other than smoke rising from the chimneys so I continued
down to the village.  I was just about to turn the corner to go down to the
back lane when two lads of about my age on bicycles hailed me.

     "Halloa!" said one.

     I stopped and they stopped as well and drew up beside me.

     "We see you been running every day," said the other in a very marked
accent. "Why's that?"

     I explained that I was practising for the school run.

     They nodded and told me they would be running over the fell in the
spring and then they asked if Mike was my brother.  I said he wasn't and
that we were here with our fathers who were at the camp.

     "Ah," said one, "They t'were't t'firing yesterday?  We saw that.  We
went t'round fell side and watched."

     By this time I was cooling down so I suggested I ran and they cycled
by me.  This was a good idea because it took my mind off having to run
further so as to keep out and postpone my breakfast.  They said they were
Ken and Ted and we parted on very amicable terms just below the turning up
to the farmhouse.  I checked my watch.  Fifty minutes, not too bad.  I
opened the back door as quietly as I could and crept upstairs.  Our bedroom
door was tightly closed so I went straight to the bathroom.  I stripped off
as the water ran and soaked.  I was really ready for that bath and it
revived me greatly.  I dried off and then found Mike had thoughtfully put
my dressing-gown on the back of the door.  My watch indicated I'd been out
of the way for an hour and fifteen minutes.  I then heard our door opening
and footsteps going down the stairs.  I cautiously opened the bathroom door
and saw Mike at the bedroom door grinning hugely and beckoning me to come
along.

     "All's OK," he whispered triumphantly as I passed him and he closed
the door behind us. "All's well that ends well!"

     "What happened?" I asked, all agog.

     "Very simple, I asked him if he would like a portrait of himself and I
did three.  One for his mum, one he could show his friends and one for him
personally."

     "Like mine?" I asked.

     "Like yours," he said with a crafty look, "And to make him happier I
enhanced Willy's willy a little bit.  Just a little, but it's made him very
pleased with himself.. and me!  And he thinks you're a good young lad too!
Anyway, I found out he's got three brothers, one's about three year's
younger than him so he said he knows all about boys and I told him I knew
all about girls!"

     "Did you tell him all you knew about girls?" I sniggered.

     "No, no time, anyway I didn't want to draw him with a stiff prick, did
I?  Come on, you'd better get dressed quickly or we won't get any
breakfast.  I'm going down now but I promise I won't eat everything!"

     He slipped out of the door before I had a chance to give him back his
jockstrap and thank him for the loan.  So, I put it back on again and
completed dressing in record time with just a short pause to scrape my hair
into a presentable shape.

     We ate our breakfast in silence while Willy told us all the happenings
of the previous day and that he'd heard our dads and the others arriving
back at the Mess about four in the morning.  All the trials had gone well
and they were having a briefing in the afternoon with the bigwigs from the
War Office and a big dinner in the Mess in the evening.
  He didn't think they would be back tonight after that.  Mike said we
didn't mind as we had plenty to keep us occupied as he was going to help me
learn my First Aid.  Nothing was said about the drawings but as Willy left
he said he'd be back at half five with our supper then patted the front of
his battledress and winked at Mike.

     When Willy had gone Mike said as soon as our breakfasts had gone down
he would teach me some wrestling moves but he had some school work to get
done first.
  I missed my piano but settled down to read the St John's book again.
Just before eleven Mike sighed and said he'd had enough for the moment and
what was I reading.  I said I was learning the bones of the body.  He
laughed and said if he taught me some wrestling we could find out where the
bones were.  We decided the bedroom floor was best as it had plenty of
sheepskins on it so went upstairs.  We stripped off and, of course, I was
still wearing Mike's jockstrap.  He got down to his pants and then looked
at me.

     "You unholy tyke!" he spluttered, "You're still wearing it.  Give it
here!"

     I evaded his outstretched arm but he soon caught me and I found myself
unceremoniously on my face on the floor.  He relented.

     "No, you can keep it on now while I show you what to do," he said
letting go of the elastic at the back so it rebounded on my backside,
"Here, let's stand up and I'll show you some moves."

     He let go and I wriggled over and stood up facing him.

     "Yeah, I need to be able to deal with Matt and Tom Buchanan," I said,
"And Tom says he wants to be able to get his own back and get his brother
Duncan down so he keeps asking me to help him."

     "Is that the big Scots lad who's captain of your Firsts?"

     I nodded, "And Tom is captain of our team, but I have to help him with
his maths."

     Mike chuckled, "The big one's sport should be tossing the caber, he
looks strong enough."

     I chuckled too, a picture of either Duncan or Tom with a telegraph
pole amused me.  My sense of humour gave me another thought.

     "Too true, and his brother Tom spends a good deal of his time tossing
his caber!"

     Mike grabbed me.  "You have a truly dirty little mind," he guffawed,
"But you're funny with it.  Here, I'll do this slowly."

     Over the next half hour I was put through a good number of moves to
give me an edge over my opponents.  Mike was good.  His three cousins
apparently spent a lot of time wrestling each other over that holiday so
he'd learned plenty to make sure he wasn't always beaten.  While we rested
we went through the First Aid book and I found all the bones, muscles and
pressure points listed on Mike while he did the same to me.  It was a
really fun way of learning.  Although we searched we couldn't find a
description in the book of any of the equipment between our legs, which
meant we had to make a very careful study of what we both possessed.  Also,
although we found a lot about blood and bile there was no description of
the spunk we both produced before deciding we'd both had a most worthwhile
morning.  Just after we'd tossed each other off we both wanted a slash so
went into the lav together and stood side by side.

     "Hey Jacko," he whispered conspiratorially, "D'you know why pee is
yellow and spunk is white?"

     I'd finished and stood back and looked down at his cock still
producing a steady yellow stream.

     "No, I don't," I said mystified, "What do you mean?"

     He finished and shook his cock delicately before answering.  He came
over and whispered in my ear.

     "Tell your Buchanan pals it's to let little Scots boys know whether
they're coming or going!"

     I had a good giggle over that.  Wait until I see Tom!  As we dressed I
asked Mike the one about a good wank.  He hadn't heard it!  I caught him on
that one and he had a good laugh and said he'd ask Bernie when he saw him
next.

     Willy was back at half past five with news and our supper.  Our dads
would definitely be staying over as the mess dinner was to be a grand
affair and they were guests of honour having made a great impression
according to what the commanding officer's batman had told Willy.  Mike
celebrated by having a drop of whisky before we went up to bed and we both
celebrated by a double firing.
                                *
     I was awake bright and early and pottered around the room before
putting my running kit on.  I thought of filching Mike's jockstrap but
thought better of it.  When putting my shirt on I noticed a bit more hair
under one arm so had a closer inspection and found a fresh sprouting.
Feeling very pleased I prodded Mike awake and said I was ready.  He rolled
rather lethargically out of bed and said his balls ached.  We couldn't see
anything and I said it was probably over use and managed to avoid his lunge
at me and scooted off downstairs.  While I waited for him to appear I
opened up the damper on the Aga and then we were ready for the off.

     His balls may have ached but he set a cracking pace but my systematic
training stood me in good stead and I was close behind him all the way down
the road into the village.  As we went past the garden of one of the houses
we were hailed by my two pals of the previous day also in running gear.
There was a quick introduction to Mike and we set off down a side lane and
they led us up a sheltered route onto the fell.  Although they were about
my age they were obviously experienced runners and as we were running
uphill a bit I felt I was going to find it hard going.  Not to worry, I
soon found a second wind and followed quite happily.  This side of the moor
was quite clear of snow and we pounded along in silence for quite a time.
When we reached a fork in the path the taller one, Ken, said we'd better
make our way back as it was very snowy further on.  We turned back and
followed the same path until we reached the lane and then they ran with us
up to the other farm and back again down.  They wouldn't come in and said
they'd see us the next day.  We said we'd enjoyed their company and
Saturday would be our last day.

     Gosh, we'd been out a good hour and over breakfast Mike looked at the
map and calculated we had done at least six miles.  I said I'd better go
straight into the Sixth Form and do their distance.  I was secretly very
pleased because I was sure I would have no difficulty with the four and a
half miles planned.

     It was a good job Willy had brought a good supply of rations as we
both polished off a great plateful each with Willy standing grinning at us
all the time.  Willy then went on to tell us more about himself.  We
learned he came from Cambridge where his father worked for one of the
colleges and he'd been promised a job there when the war was over.  His
brothers were also in the army with the two older ones overseas somewhere.
He still didn't mention the drawings but when he'd tidied up and was
leaving I heard him say to Mike his pal had thought the pictures of him
were good.  When he'd gone I asked Mike what he'd said but he said I was
nosy but in the end said Willy had only shown his pal the respectable ones!
Chicken!

     Mike was in a very good mood and we settled down again to Monopoly and
further tales before setting off to the Turner's for lunch.  This was very
ample to say the least and young Mrs Turner was very taken with Mike and
his tales.  I chatted to old Mr Turner and he was very like Grandpa.  He
told me his family had had the farm for well over a hundred years.  We
didn't leave until nearly five o'clock having had tea as well and trudged
down the lane in the dark.  We had a parcel each of a joint of lamb and had
instructions to leave them outside in the meat-safe in the cold overnight.
Willy was already in the kitchen when we arrived back and said our dads
would be back by seven if we didn't mind waiting until then for supper.  I
think from the looks on our faces he knew we wouldn't be able to eat
anything until at least then!

     Our dads arrived just on seven and we were intrigued to hear of all
their goings-on.  The War Office big-wigs were over the moon apparently
with the results and were even more pleased when they had come up with a
solution to some further problem.  They were also pleased with the news of
the meat to take home and plans were drawn up to leave at eleven next
morning.  We left them to finish the bottle of whisky and sloped off to bed
at half past eight.

     The running, the meals, or whatever must have had a very good effect.
I had stripped off well before Mike and was standing in front of the log
fire.  I turned to Mike and asked him if I should fetch some more fuel for
the fire as the logs were dying down.  He looked a bit puzzled as the
basket by the hearth was piled high.  Then he realised what I meant and
said I'd better not or the amount of fuel I produced might put the fire
out, but we could try.  For the second time on the trip there was a
sizzling sound as I launched a volley under his careful supervision.  He
said he wouldn't try as he would have to stand too close and he didn't want
roasted balls.  So we stoked the fire normally, climbed into bed and by the
time we were ready to drop off to sleep we'd both come three times, luckily
without Mike shouting his head off even when I sucked at his cock for his
second.  I didn't shout either when he did it to me, just moaned softly
with pleasure.
                                *
     The two lads were waiting when we got to the same house in the morning
and we did the same run, this time five minutes quicker!  We waved them
goodbye when we reached the farmhouse because they wouldn't come in and we
said we hoped to see them again.  Bath, breakfast and frenzied packing
followed with a last minute retrieval of the joints from the meat-safe.
Willy had already got the Rover out of the barn and we waved him goodbye
with all good wishes for the future.

     The journey home was long and mainly uneventful.  I squeezed Mike's
leg when the approach of Catterick Camp was announced.  He, unsportingly,
put his hand under the rug covering us and squeezed my bollocks.  Watch
out, Mike, vengeance will be mine!


     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)
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