Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 08:48:00 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening: Part 36
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 21
Part 2.
Mike finished washing, then dressed and we went downstairs where the
great-uncle and aunt and the other old lady were waiting in front of cups
of tea. I found out they would all be back that evening and would be
leaving in the morning. Mike led them off and Ma said I could take some
tea up to Pa and find out how he was.
Pa was fast asleep when I drew back the curtains. It was just like
the time he'd had a skinful at Van's! I stood by the bed and poked him in
the arm.
"D'you want some tea?" I asked solicitously.
All I got was a rather unresponsive grunt.
I poked again. "Tea?" I reiterated.
I got almost a rerun of Mike's monologue.
"Wassat! Oh, my head!" he groaned. There was a long pause until two
heavy-lidded eyes swivelled and fixed on me.
"Ma said have some tea," I commanded.
He responded by shaking his head momentarily as if to clear cobwebs or
something and then hauled himself up into a sitting position. I noticed
his pyjamas were buttoned haphazardly. He put out a tentative hand and
took the tea.
"Haven't felt like this since we won the County Cup in '34!" he said
feelingly, "What does your mother say?"
"She hasn't said anything. She was very tired last night as well!" I
replied.
He eyed me suspiciously, then he winced.
"How did I get home?"
"You came home with Mike," I replied truthfully.
"Must have had a guardian angel looking over us because that boy was
knocking it back during the evening!"
"That guardian angel must have been St Patrick," I said truthfully
again, and did not enlighten him further.
He winced again. Whether from my wit or his headache I didn't know.
He drank his tea and handed me the cup.
"I could do with another of those, please."
Like a dutiful son I retreated but couldn't report to Ma as she wasn't
in the kitchen. I poured the tea and returned with a second cup. He was
standing in front of the sink with just his pyjama trousers on liberally
dousing himself with cold water. This must be the standard cure after a
skinful!
"Ha, that's better. Where's the towel?"
He groped around and found it and wound it round his head and
shoulders. I put the cup and saucer down and went downstairs again.
"He's getting up," I informed Ma who had reappeared in the kitchen,
"He says he's got a headache and he hasn't felt like it since the County
Cup in '34!"
Ma laughed in a sinister sort of way. "He didn't come home that
night!
He came home next morning in a police car with William Buchanan. Luckily
William was a sergeant in the police at the time and two of the others were
in the police as well, but I don't think any of them remembered anything
about it!"
I was learning things fast!
It was pretty quiet the rest of the day. I watched from the window as
Tom and Duncan went past resplendent in pill-box hat and forage cap to
their parade.
I played through several of the pieces Mrs Tring had lent me and made
sure I had sufficient to eat at lunch time. Ma made Pa and me trudge off
for an invigorating walk in the afternoon. Pa was strangely silent the
whole time and the sole topic of conversation was how much he was looking
forward to a cup of tea on our return! I disappeared up to my room as soon
as I had devoured my supper and impatiently awaited the return of Mike.
The quartet returned about nine o'clock and I didn't bother to go
down.
Mike came up soon after bearing a tray with two mugs of cocoa and some
cakes.
"The old folks are off to bed soon," he reported, "They have to catch
a train at ten in the morning. Your mum and dad are listening to the
wireless and I've come up to keep you company before bedtime!"
He slipped his jacket and shoes off and unknotted his tie and put it
on my desk before sitting down. I was curious to know what had happened to
Eamonn and Kathleen so as he sat down I pounced.
"Pat said Eamonn was very drunk last night when he left to bring you
and Pa home."
Mike gave a dismissive laugh. "Then he was completely wrong!
Eamonn's not daft so he put on a good act and he and Kathleen went off to
the Station Hotel." He laughed again. "They turned up about twelve today
ready for lunch looking very contented! Eamonn's got to go back tomorrow
morning so he'll have a busy night tonight as well!"
Mike gave a nod towards the bed.
"I'm ready for bed, I've had a busy day. What about you?"
"I'm ready for a busy night too!"
Mike rose from the chair he was sitting on and lumbered over to me.
Next thing I knew I was being hauled up with my head held tight under his
arm while my trousers and pants were rapidly lowered and I was then
subjected to a mighty tickling and slapping. I squirmed and wriggled and
tried to slip my head out but couldn't. He carried me to the bed and
dropped me on it and held me as he pulled up my shirt and tickled my ribs
and chest.
I tried to grab his legs but he caught my arms between his legs and
locked me tight. He ran his hand up and down my front, teasing my cock and
alternately stroking and squeezing my balls. In the end I gasped out I was
exhausted and he let me go. While I was still floundering on the bed he
had most of his own clothes off in seconds. I was then captured again and
my shirt was undone and manoeuvred over my head. Without stopping he
turned me over and ran his hand all the way down my back and legs and
removed my socks. I had been expertly peeled!
He let go of me again and began to remove the rest of his clothes.
His shirt was quickly over his head but as his trousers were being lowered
I leapt on him and he fell onto the bed. This gave me an opportunity to
fall across his back and pin him down. This time he got the tickling and I
rubbed the thick ginger fur on the backs of his legs as he kicked around
until his trousers and pants fell off his feet. I put a hand between his
legs and caught hold of his balls and whispered to him that I would squeeze
them like I had up at the farmhouse if he didn't behave. He snorted so I
gave them a little squeeze. He whispered he promised so I let go and, as I
pulled my hand out, I wriggled my fingers in his crack and felt him jerk a
bit as I passed over his hole. I repeated the movement tickling him all
the way from behind his balls up to the small of his back.
"Come on, Jacko!", he whispered urgently, "Let's get into bed!"
I rolled off him and we got into bed facing each other. I put my arms
round his shoulders and he did the same to me. As my face was against his
neck I started to lick him under his chin. He started making a moaning
sound so I slid one hand down and ringed his erect cock. I slid down under
the bed clothes licking him all the way from neck to chest to stomach until
just below his navel I met the bare end of his prick and slipped it into my
mouth. I sucked and sucked until I could feel him about to come. His
prick was jerking in my mouth as I tried to control it but it pushed down
into my throat as he came. I swallowed to stop myself choking and was
surprised at the amount of come he produced as he seemed to go on squirting
for ages.
I kept his prick in my mouth and licked it gently as he lay panting
with his hands on my head holding me against him. He moved his hands down
until he could slip them under my arms and slowly drew me up. My face
touched his and I stuck my tongue against his lips. His mouth was open so
I pushed my still sticky tongue in and he sucked and licked it. Then he
slid down in the bed repeating my licking except that he tongued and sucked
on my nipples before taking a mid line down to my waiting cock. As he took
my knob into his mouth he pushed my foreskin down with his lips. Suddenly
his hand went round my back and he pulled me towards him so that all my
prick disappeared into his mouth. I could have screamed out with the
terrific feelings as he sucked and licked my whole shaft. I began to come
with slow waves of tightness and relaxation and as the point of no return
arrived I gave a convulsive jerk and there was nothing I could do to
prevent my prick forcing it's way deep into his throat nor stop the immense
amount of spunk I shot.
Mike coughed and spluttered as I rapidly withdrew my still jerking
shaft. I pushed the bedclothes back and moved down to be on the level with
his face.
"Are you OK?" I whispered urgently.
"Mmm..," he murmured and clamped his mouth over mine.
Our tongues clashed and rubbed against each other as we slid back up
the bed, luckily with the towel between us. We both had raging hard-on
again and were frantically working at each other and shot almost
simultaneously within a very short time.
We lay panting holding each other tight. After some time Mike pulled
the bedclothes up to cover us and we lay whispering together about all the
events of the weekend before dropping off completely satisfied to sleep.
*
Mike was still fast asleep when I heard one of his relatives go along
the corridor to the lav. Well, after all the excitements of Saturday and
Sunday what would Monday bring? It was still very dark so it was pretty
early. Still, I'd had my quota of sleep and I needed to be relieved of an
urgent want! I felt down and tweaked his cock and massaged his balls until
he drowsily awoke. As the sounds of activity outside died away he must
have decided he needed a pee or something so I got a brotherly tickle to
put me in my place as he slid out of bed ready to pick up his
dressing-gown. He made the mistake of turning his back on me. I launched
myself out of bed and, as he bent over the chair to pick up the
dressing-gown, I clutched him from the back, arms and legs round him and
got him to the floor.
His drowsiness or the training sessions with me at half-term paid off.
I had him pinned to the floor without too much trouble. We thrashed around
a bit but in the end, as usual, he proved to be too strong for me and I
found myself pressed down under the full weight of his body. Not
surprisingly all this resulted in a pair of hard-ons which crashed together
as he roughly ground his thighs and belly against mine.
"Got you, you little tyke!" he whispered, opening his legs and
straddling me.
I managed to free a hand and burrowed it between us and grabbed his
cock.
"I'll pull it off, if you don't let go!" I whispered back.
"Try it, laddie! You're always making idle threats!" he whispered, a
hot tongue licking into my ear as he jerked his prick in my hand. He
rolled around a bit then did a complete turn so I landed up on top of him.
He brought his legs up and locked them round me. I flailed around and had
to let go of his dick.
"Wriggle out of that!" he whispered and licked me on the nose.
I twisted and squirmed and managed to lever myself down a bit. As I
slipped down him I grabbed my own stiff cock without thinking and pointed
it into the cleft of his arse. He tried to lift me up further by pushing
his legs upwards. Of course, in so doing he provided me with a better line
to my target and my knob end unerringly found his puckered hole. I pushed
my cock against it with my hand and with a grunt from him I was in. Not
far, but far enough. Using his legs round me as a support I pushed
mightily with my back muscles and my prick slid in deep. I had truly
shafted the third of my friends.
I leaned up and looked down on his face and grinned. He opened his
eyes wide and responded by clenching his buttocks and squeezing my prick
deep in him. With an effort I moved my buttocks up and down against him
and I felt him relax a little. He opened his mouth and his eyes crinkled
at the edges as if he was concentrating hard. I hoped I wasn't hurting him
because without stopping I began to push up and down in earnest jogging my
prick in and back an inch or so each time. His ring muscles alternately
squeezed and relaxed and I soon felt I was ready to shoot my load. As I
came he put his arms up and put them around my shoulders. I was well and
truly captured. We lay still for a while until he drew my head down to his
mouth and whispered in my ear.
"You wanted to do that weeks ago, didn't you? Did you like it?"
I nodded and he gently released me from the combined grasp of his arms
and legs. As he lowered his legs I gently slid out of him. What could I
do to repay him for that? I thought back to the night before and dropped
my head to his chest and licked at his nipple. Slowly, I drew my tongue
down his chest and stomach and took the head of his prick into my mouth
once again. I sucked slowly while he moaned softly. I think our general
excitement had made us both ready to come quickly. I certainly hadn't
taken long, a matter of half a minute or so of thrusting and being
squeezed. The same now with him.
I took more of his cock in and sucked harder and felt the internal
throbbing begin. I caught the full force on the roof of my mouth as he
came. Again, he seemed to shoot more than usual and as I gave his prick
another couple of sucks he produced even more. My mouth seemed full of his
strange salty sweet tasting spunk. I let go of his dick and swallowed a
bit then moved up on him and stuck my coated tongue between his lips. He
licked it with his own tongue and I swallowed again. We lay quietly on the
floor with me resting across his chest with one of his arms round my
shoulder getting our breath back and listening to the activity of the
others getting up and moving around outside.
We had gone through all our own intense activity without making much
noise at all and whatever bumps, grunts or snorts we had produced would
have been masked by the general hubbub around. Mike finally pressed his
arm down on me and whispered again.
"That was marvellous, Jacko! For both of us!"
I licked his lips and nodded. It was enough to express how I felt and
I knew he knew.
"Come on then, Jacko, we'd better get up now or there won't be any
breakfast!" he said in more normal tones.
I thumped him on the chest as I levered myself up and stood up. I
walked over to the sink and without thinking did my usual morning act. I
turned the cold tap on and had a piss. It was much quicker than going out
to the lav I'd decided as soon as I found I was tall enough to stand and
dangle my prick over the edge. Mike saw what I was doing and came and
watched.
"You crafty hound!" he said with a laugh, "Saves time though."
I moved a bit to the side and he hefted his cock and we pissed
together as we had done at the farmhouse!
"Very handy, this!" he said appraisingly, "I have to run the gauntlet
of all the female inhabitants of our house when I want to pee. And then
they bang on the door and want to know what I'm doing." He nudged me and
giggled. I forbore to ask what he usually did!
After Mike went off with the old folks the place seemed very quiet.
It was no use going to see Tom as I remembered he and his brother were
going to some Easter Monday do for the Boys' Brigade so I busied myself
checking my bike and packing things into a rucksack ready to take to
Ulvescott. This took me until lunchtime when Ma announced we would be
going out to tea. My ears pricked up as soon as food was mentioned and I
found we'd been invited over to see Pa's colleague and his wife, Mr and Mrs
Gardiner, who lived in a nearby village. Mr Gardiner was another engineer
and I'd met him a number of times when he had come home with Pa to discuss
work. I hadn't seen Mrs Gardiner for ages but I knew she was a good cook
as she had supplied food for the party.
Their son, Chris, had been at our school and had gone straight into
the Air Force as soon as he'd left the Sixth Form and was now a Pilot
Officer or something. I didn't know him at all other than he'd been Head
Boy in my first year at the school so he was much older than me, even older
than cousin Gareth. What I had noticed was his name was on the Fourth Year
Cup for winning in 1938.
Pa said he would use up some of his petrol ration and drove us over
and as soon as we'd arrived I was sent up to Chris's old bedroom to see if
there were any books I wanted to borrow to read. Being nosy I had a look
in his wardrobe. Nothing much interesting hanging in there, a suit and his
old school blazers and trousers. Then I had a look through the tall chest
of drawers standing against the wall.
The top two drawers had loads of odds and ends of pens, clocks,
rulers, protractors and all the garbage a schoolboy collects and thinks is
valuable. Two other drawers had shirts and pants and socks and the bottom
drawer contained rugger and gym kit and running shorts. I had a look at
the rugger shirts, two were red, my school house colour. I remembered he'd
also been captain of our house in my first year. The other shirt was a
school First Fifteen. There was a framed photo on the wall of the First XV
in his last year with them all togged up and I recognised him sitting at
the end of the front row smiling broadly. Also in the bottom drawer were
several pairs of rugger shorts from something approaching my size to two
pairs which were at least a couple of sizes too big for me at present. The
same with his gym kit and running shorts. I supposed as he grew he never
chucked anything out but just had the next size bought for him.
I burrowed about a bit more in the bottom drawer and realised there
was something hidden under the lining paper at the back. I lifted the
paper carefully and found it was a thin folder with some snapshot photos in
it. I pulled it out and had a look. They were of Chris and two of his
pals. No, must have been three others as the four photos had different
groupings but Chris was in all of them. They all looked about seventeen or
so, Sixth Form I guessed, and I recognised where they'd been taken 'cause
it was in our school showers and they were all in the nude. In each photo
they were standing shoulder to shoulder grinning broadly, but,
successively, showing off limp, then semi-erect then, finally, fully
rampant cocks. I had a good look at each one and was quite surprised. Of
course I didn't know how tall they were but only one of them looked as if
his was as big as Rhys's because they would have been about the same age as
him. In fact none of them had one as big as Matt's even though they would
have been a couple of years older. Chris's was second longest but it
certainly wasn't very thick compared with the others.
Oh hell, looking at the photos was making my dong go stiff. I
carefully put the photos back in the folder and tucked it well down under
the lining paper and closed the drawer quietly. I looked on the shelves
and picked out three books, one of Father Brown stories and another on the
history of trains and the third was Beau Geste. I sat at Chris's desk and
started to look at the train book. There was a quiet knock on the door.
I looked up as his mum opened the door and came in.
"Are you OK, Jacko?" she asked, "It was all quiet up here."
"Oh, yes thanks, I found these books and was just looking at this
one," I replied, indicating the railway one on the desk. "It's very
interesting. I've got a model of this engine here that Dad bought before
the war." I wondered guiltily if she knew I'd looked in the drawers and I
wondered if she had ever found the pack of photos.
She went over to the chest of drawers and pulled open the third one
down and then shut it. Then she pulled open the bottom drawer.
"Chris won't want these football shirts any more. Are they any good
to you?" She rummaged about in the drawer. "And what about the shorts and
socks? And these bathing trunks? Goodness, we bought those for him when
we were in France before the War. You'd better take what you like as most
of the things here would be much too small for him now and anyway they are
nearly all old school things. Have a look in the other drawers and see if
there's anything else useful for you before the moths get at it all!"
"Oh, thanks very much, Mrs Gardiner," I said as innocently as
possible, "May I have a look, please?" I took out a pile of clobber and
put it on the bed. "Goodness, that shirt is my house colour. I remember,
Chris was our house captain in my first year."
"Yes, he left three years ago so that would be right wouldn't it?
You're in the Fourth Year now, aren't you, because your father said you've
just won the Lane Cup.
Chris won that four years running!"
"Yes," I said, "His name is on the cup for 1938. I didn't know he won
in the other years."
Mrs Gardiner closed the bottom drawer and began to open the top one.
"There should be some photos of him..." I wondered what was going to come
next, but she continued... "in the top drawer here, in the album as well as
that one over there..." She pointed at the 1st XV photo on the wall... "He
also ran for the county and there are all his medals somewhere." She took
out an album then opened the second drawer and pulled out a large cigar
box. "Have a look at these. I'll go and get you a couple of cardboard
boxes to put all the things in."
As she went out of the door I opened the wooden box she had passed me.
In it were half a dozen medals for events won at the county sports plus the
four for the times he'd won the Lane Cups! The medals rested on a thick
base of paper. Oh, no! I lifted the paper and there was another little
folder of photos plus a flat package in a small brown envelope. Without
looking at them I got the folder and the envelope out and put them into the
inside pocket of my jacket. I was laying the medals out on the desk when
Mrs Gardiner came back.
"He was a very good runner," she said, "He was always winning at
school and at county sports. It was one of the things which got him a
place at the Air Training School because, although I say it myself, he
wasn't very good at exams. Anyway here are the boxes, have all the things
you want and leave the rest. In fact, I think there's a couple of blazers
and a suit in here which would fit you soon."
She went over to the wardrobe and opened the door.
"Look, there are two here and a couple of extra pairs of trousers.
There's all this, too. Are you in the Scouts?" She asked, pointing at a
cardboard box tucked to the side on the top shelf.
"No, I'm not but my two friends, Tony and Roo, are."
"Well, there's all his old Scout clothes in there, shirts and things.
You can take all that if your friends would like to have it."
As I lifted down the box she fiddled about in the bottom of the
wardrobe and straightened up holding two pairs of spiked running shoes.
"Have these as well!"
"Gosh, thanks, all this will be useful now everything is rationed," I
said, putting the Scout box on the bed without opening it next to the
growing pile of clothing. I picked up a pair of almost new rugger
shorts. "I think these will fit me now."
"Well, that's thanks to Chris, he never threw anything out even when
he outgrew them, that's why the blazer he had in the Fourth Form is here.
You'll find a lot of things in the other drawers you can have as well and
there's all those Boy's Own Papers in the corner too," she said, pointing
in that direction.
"Are you sure he won't want any of these things?" I asked, picking up
the top couple of copies.
"No, of course not. I don't know why I haven't given them away
before.
In fact until you came I don't think I've looked in the drawers since he
left except to put mothballs in each year. He's rarely home now as he was
posted overseas very suddenly last year. Can't tell you where as I'm not
supposed to know," she winked, and put her fingers to her lips, "But it's
hot!" She put the blazers and the suit jacket on the bed. "Take your
time, tea should be ready in half an hour."
I thanked her again profusely and began to fold things up and put them
in the boxes. I realised I was going to take everything from the bottom
drawer, so, if after I'd gone she came to clean up she would move the
paper, and.... Oh gosh,.. I'd better take the photos as well. I quickly
got the folder out and stuck it between the pages of the Father Brown
stories and pushed the book down the side of one box. After having
collected together all the kit from the bottom two drawers, several pairs
of football socks from one of the other drawers and the two blazers, a
jacket and three pairs of trousers, two pairs of spiked shoes and two pairs
of rugger boots from the wardrobe, the boxes were full.
I thought I'd better look at the photo album and picked it up from the
top of the dresser where Mrs Gardiner had deposited it. It was quite large
and had a number of family photos and Chris in the Scouts in the early
pages. Then there were about twenty good-sized enlargements of Chris and
others running or lined up at the beginning. There were also a couple just
of Chris, I suppose at the finish, because he was holding up a medal in
both of them. Under each were carefully written details of date, place,
race and results. Generally Chris was first or at least second. I found
that some of the medals on the table matched the photo details.
As I turned the last pages I thought that some of the photos seemed to
be a bit thick so I prised one out of its holding frame. Oh, my God,
underneath was an enlargement of one of the snapshots from the bottom
drawer. I quickly prised up the others and removed ten altogether. Four
were enlargements of ones I'd already seen. I supposed the other six were
of those from the medal box but I didn't have a look in case anyone came
up. I gathered the lot together and distributed them among the pages of
the railway book. Then I thought, if Pa sees the book he's sure to want to
look at it. I found a large copy of Robinson Crusoe on the shelves and
transferred the photos into that and pushed it far down the side of the box
to join Father Brown. I then pushed the album photos back into their
holders checking that there were no others still hidden and put the album
back in the drawer. I picked up Beau Geste and opened it at random, just
in time, as I heard Ma coming up the stairs.
"May has told me of all the things she's given you. Have you thanked
her properly?
"Yes, I have, it's very kind of her, and, of course, Chris!"
Ma laughed, "Young Chris doesn't know, and anyway most of the things
would be of no use to him. I hear there is a blazer."
"Two blazers, and a suit, and pairs of trousers and lots of kit,
there's two boxes full! And there's this box of Scout things which Mrs
Gardiner said I can give to Tony and Roo. I'll get it all out when we get
home and we can have a proper look. I just want to look at this book and
then I'll come down."
Ma turned and went out just as Mr Gardiner came up the stairs. He was
a big man, very jolly and smoked a pipe, just like Pa. He poked his head
round the door.
"Found everything you want?"
"Yes, thanks, I shall be fully kitted out for the rest of my
schooldays!"
He came into the room and pulled open the drawers one by one. "Don't
you want these?" He held up two pairs of pants. I nodded, I hadn't really
explored the third drawer. He chucked them down on the clothes in the
bigger box. "What about the jock-strap?" My ears pricked up, how had I
missed that! He held it up and dangled it with the pouch hanging down. Oh
crumbs, I wanted one badly to be like Matt, so that would be a prize.
"You'll find it very useful, a bit later on I expect. Here you'd better
take it as well." That was also thrown on the heap. Then Pa appeared at
the door. Everyone was welcome!
"Hey, Henry, that's a box full!" Pa said and went over and picked up
the jock-strap. He looked over at Henry Gardiner and winked, "This'll be
well filled too no doubt in the course of time." They both laughed as he
tucked it down the side of the box.
"Like father, eh, who was pride of the line-out, or line-up at
college?"
I listened with all ears. I knew Pa had played rugger at university
and I knew from something he'd said that Mr Gardiner had been a
demonstrator, whatever that was, in the engineering department when he was
there, but were they in the same team?
"Did you play in the same team?" I asked innocently.
"Of course. Your Dad was very good. I remember him as a first year
of eighteen scoring a try against Liverpool University in his first match."
"I didn't know that, Pa!" I said with awe, "You've never said anything
about it."
"Your father's very modest you know, he could have played much higher,
you know. I've got some photos of the university team somewhere."
"Enough of that, Henry, you'll make me blush."
Mr Gardiner left the room and I looked at Pa who just smiled and
shrugged his shoulders. I thought, I bet his photos aren't like the ones I
found of Chris and his pals. I tidied up the heap of clothes at the top of
the box before Mr Gardiner returned with another large album.
"Here you are, Jacko, have a look at these."
Towards the back of the book were about a dozen photos of various
teams and groups and there was a much younger Pa, all smiles, in several of
them. He looked very tall and gangling in the first couple which were
obviously in his first year. Mr Gardiner was next to him in a couple and
sported a very large moustache which he hadn't got now. I giggled
inwardly. In most of the early photos there was Uncle Dick as well. Uncle
Dick had a very bad case of acne.
"Is that Uncle Dick?"
"Yes, we were in the same team in my first year and the next year.
He'd already graduated and was doing his Master's degree with Henry."
"Your father and Dickie Dido were damn good players in their day. Are
you?"
"I try, but I'm younger and not so big as some of the others in my
class, but I get on OK." I changed tack. "And why was he called Dickie
Dido?"
They both roared with laughter and Pa put his arm round my shoulder,
"You'll be OK whatever size you are and don't you dare ask Uncle Dick why!"
They both laughed again and winked at each other. Some secret joke I
thought, I supposed I'd find out some time. I expect Alun would know so I
would have to remember to ask him!
Mr Gardiner was still laughing. "Don't you worry, your father and
Uncle Dick are both big lads so you'll probably end up quite big yourself."
They grinned at each other again.
"I hope so," I said, "I hate being small, but I am growing." Whatever
their little joke was I knew I was growing quite rapidly. In the past six
months I'd put on at least four inches in height and was at least as tall
as Tony and almost as tall as Matt even though his prick was still much
bigger than mine.
"Better pack this lot in the car, Jacko," said Pa, picking up the
bigger box and a pile of copies of the magazine, "It's about time we went
as Henry and I have a busy day tomorrow."
Mr Gardiner followed Pa out carrying the Scout box while I put Beau
Geste on top of the clothes in the third box. By the time I got downstairs
with the box Ma was already putting her coat on and was inviting Mrs G over
to see us next weekend if they could manage it and to give their love to
Chris went they wrote to him. I giggled inwardly again as I thought of
dear Chris and the shock he would have on finding not only most of his
clothes but his photos missing.
I made certain when we got home that I got to the boxes first,
insisting I carried them up to unpack them. I promised Ma to lay
everything out for inspection. When I had them upstairs in my bedroom I
hastily removed the books and fished out the photos which I tucked under
things in my chest of drawers. I would have a good look at them later. I
put the four books on my shelf and laid out the blazers, jacket, trousers,
shirts, shorts, pants, socks, boots and running shoes neatly with the
jock-strap tucked in the pocket of a pair of shorts.
I opened the Scout box which was a real treasure trove. As well as a
couple of pairs of khaki shorts there were two khaki shirts festooned with
badges and stripes plus woggles, lanyards, neckerchiefs and a very nice
whistle. There were also two pairs of immaculate corduroy shorts like the
new ones Roo had. Those were not going to be passed on! I heard Ma coming
up the stairs.
"Have you unpacked yet?" she called out.
"Just about, you'd better have a look."
She came in and picked up a school shirt. "They all smell of
moth-balls. I'll wash the shirts and other bits tomorrow as I'm not going
to work and there's too much to send to the laundry. Put them in the
basket in the bathroom before you go to bed! And hang the blazers and
trousers and that suit in your wardrobe. And those things," she said,
pointing at the Scout pile, "You can get Tony and Roo to take those."
"OK, but I don't think they all need washing, they seem clean enough
to me."
"Suit yourself - but if you want to wear smelly shirts and shorts for
games that's up to you!"
With that she clattered downstairs and I took a bundle of things into
the bathroom leaving the larger pairs of shorts and rugger shirts because I
wouldn't need them yet.
When she was safely out of the way I thought I would inspect the
photos. At least I had my secure hiding place where I kept my other secret
things like Mike's drawing of me and the spunk encrusted hankie. I got the
larger photos out of my drawer and put them in the hidey hole. Perfect, I
was sure I was the only one who knew about it. Then I got out the three
smaller packages and put them in the Robinson Crusoe book and sat at my
desk. I could see and hear if anyone was coming up the stairs with plenty
of time to hide them away.
I opened up the first pack I had found - the four photos in the
showers - and laid them out in order of erection! Christ, just looking at
them was giving me a hard-on! Although I recognised two of the other lads
I couldn't remember their names but they all looked pretty happy with great
grins on their faces especially in the final one with their pricks pointing
up at their navels. I put the photos back in the folder and opened the
second package which I'd found in the bottom of the cigar box. There were
six photos in it all taken in someone's bedroom and showed the four of them
either in pairs or singly again with fully erect cocks. Two of the photos
showed just torsos with the pricks in close-up with fingers and thumbs
round them and pulling their foreskins back. They were different lads in
each because of the shape of the cocks and the bushes of hair. The first I
looked at had one lad with his foreskin right back and the other lad had a
thick heavy skin with only a bit of his knob showing. But in the second
photo both had their skins right back and there was a squirt of spunk just
leaving the slit at the end of one knob. Oh crumbs, I would soon need a
wank myself if I looked too long. I quickly shoved them into the folder
and hid them in the book again.
Now there was also the mysterious small brown envelope to explore. I
shook a small packet out of the envelope. On it, in large letters, was
printed 'ONA'. I pulled the flap up and there were three unopened French
letters inside. What a find! Something to show Tony and Roo or Tom! I
wondered why Chris had them? In any case he hadn't used any because on the
outer packet it noted there were three in it! I put the packet back into
the envelope then secreted it in my hidey-hole and took out the remaining
larger photos.
Golly, these were almost all enlargements of the ones I'd already
looked at. The two just showing dicks were big enough to show a lot of
detail. I compared the photos with each other and realised that it must be
Chris just shooting his load because he had a rather thick vein on the side
of his prick and he also had a cut on the joint of his thumb and these
details were quite visible in one of the other enlargements.
The final photos were of Chris again. This time they looked like
proper studio photos - the sort you see in a photographic shop window - but
you wouldn't find ones like this! In both a smiling Chris was standing
beside a pedestal of some kind. The first I looked at was a full length
photo of him holding a pair of spiked running shoes and proudly showing off
all he possessed as he was completely in the nude. I turned it over and
there was a pencilled number and date, 176, May '41. The second was almost
identical except this time he was standing with just a Scout's lanyard
round his neck and holding the whistle attached to it. This was labelled
on the back, 177, and May '41 again. They must have been taken just before
he left school so he would have been eighteen. I compared them with the
snapshots and he did look a bit older and one thing was very noticeable.
Whereas his dick was fairly slim in the earlier photos it was much thicker
looking in these posed ones. I wondered how he could have had such
professional looking photos taken. The others were probably done just with
someone's box camera and developed at home by some schoolboy enthusiast but
these were very posh-looking. I carefully packed them all up and tucked
everything into my hidey-hole.
I thought about the photos a lot during the evening and kept seeing
the different ones in my mind's eye. When I was ready for bed I got out
the enlargement with Chris firing his wad and the two posed ones and
propped them up at the back of the sink and jacked myself off looking at
them, narrowly missing showering them with spunk when I came and then
quickly hid them away again before getting into bed. I thought how lucky
he'd been that I'd discovered the photos and the packet rather than anyone
else. I supposed he'd wonder where they all were when he came home! Oh,
but that would be in the future sometime. His mother had said he was
posted abroad somewhere, somewhere hot! Not so hot as I was feeling
thinking about the weekend and Mike, and Pat, and Chris, and... Unh.....!
To be continued:
Previous stories of mine have been published on Nifty.
Spying on My Brothers: (45k: Incest Section: Apr 15 2000)
Easter Rugger Tours (Dir: HS Section: Jun 10 2000)
Jordan's Story (84k: HS Section: Jul 23 2000)
Flip's Tale (Dir: HS Section: Apr 17 2002)
Taming the 'Phobes (Dir: HS; Military: August 04 2002)
Read and Enjoy.