Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2003 16:20:30 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening: Part 39
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 23
Wednesday April 12th 1944 (Cont.)
On getting back Aunt Mary sent us down to the cellar to fetch up some wine
for the dinner. We had a good snoop around and found several other side
rooms which were locked. Matt tried to peer through keyholes but said he
couldn't see anything. After that we said we would go and see if Hans and
Herr Vogel wanted some help so sauntered round to the wood barn. Hans was
there alone busy chopping firewood. He was pleased to see us as usual and
wanted to know what the medal was that Matt had shown Herr Vogel the
previous day. I explained about it and got Matt to show him and then went
on to say Matt had played in a Rugby match at another school.
Matt listened carefully to our German conversation and then wanted to
know what I had been saying. Hans then said that he'd played football at
school but preferred athletics, especially throwing the discus. I
explained all this to Matt who grinned and that reminded me about Billy
Clarke and Andy Symes the previous summer. I couldn't very well ask Hans
if he tossed his friends off after sports practice so said that Matt had
helped measuring for some of the older boys when they were throwing the
discus. In my translation I nearly said 'tossing' the discus! While we
talked we helped Hans by bundling up the firewood and then took it down to
the cellar in the wheelbarrow.
Matt wanted me to ask Hans if he knew what was behind the locked doors
so I did. He said he didn't know but would try to find out. After lunch
we went back to the wood barn and Herr Vogel was there as well so Matt had
a good bit of practice at his French while we worked steadily.
After tea I went to practice on the piano and then trotted upstairs to
get ready for dinner with Bran following me. Matt was flat out on the bed
fast asleep. Well, I suppose the lazy sod had done some good work during
the night helping Roo as well as helping me push loads of wood down to the
cellar during the day.
"Come on Matt!" I said shaking him. I looked at my watch and was
surprised how time had flown. "Come on, there's only twenty minutes to go
before supper."
His eyes opened and he fixed his gaze on me.
"Dinner, you mean," he said in a put-on posh voice, "You'd better
watch yourself tonight, those girls will be there and it's Miriam's
birthday and we haven't got a present, either. I've been thinking about
that while I've been lying here."
Oh dear! Still, can't be helped. We didn't really know in advance so
we decided we'd better keep quiet about presents. He rolled off the bed
and we went to the bathroom to wash and make sure we were clean and tidy
before going downstairs with five minutes to spare. Bran led the way
through the drawing-room door direct to the piano.
I sat down and played through a couple of pieces and, while playing,
heard others entering the room. When I finished the second piece there was
some polite clapping and I turned round to find everyone was there, the
three Land Girls plus Miss P and Aunt Mary. Everyone else was togged up to
the nines but we didn't look too bad as we had our school trousers and
blazers on. They were all drinking sherry, including Matt. Mrs Crossley
pointed to a glass on a silver tray and I took it and had a sip. It was
very nice. As I went over to stand by Matt the tall girl, Elizabeth,
turned to him.
"I say, Matthew, does Julia still hear from that dishy Chris Gardiner
she had a crush on at school?" she asked sweetly, "Last time I saw him he
was in his gorgeous pilot's uniform but he's overseas now, isn't he?"
My ears pricked up. I'd completely forgotten about my foray into
Chris Gardiner's private life and the photos now hidden in my own
collection of personal treasures. I waited to hear what Matt had to say,
there would be lots to reveal later! He wrinkled his brow before replying.
"Oh, yes," he replied eventually, "She does get a letter sometimes but
I don't know where he is now. She did say he was flying out East somewhere
but that was before Christmas." He grinned at Elizabeth. "I think she
still likes him a lot 'cause she's got a photo of him on her dressing-table
and when I ask her how Biggles is she gets ratty!"
Photo! I bet it wasn't like any of the ones I'd got. He definitely
wasn't in his Biggles pilot's uniform in any of those! It was more like
Biggles pull-it's uniform. I had to stifle a guffaw as I thought of that.
To escape any further possibility of laughing at the wrong time I went over
to the log fire where Miriam was standing stroking the top of Bran's head.
"You like it here, don't you?" she said, "The way you play the piano
and the way this dog follows you around makes me think you belong here."
What an odd thing to say. I didn't reply and she went on.
"Miss P says you are so like Mrs Crossley's son that it's uncanny.
Have you seen the photos of him?"
"Yes, the room we have has quite a few on the wall," I replied.
"Have you seen this one?" she asked and turned to a side table with
three framed photos on it. The middle one was of a boy my age and it
looked just like Mike's drawing of me. I shivered and Miriam saw I was
startled. She smiled and went back to the dog.
"Miss P says Mrs Crossley does look forward to all you boys coming
here and it's made a lot of difference to her, especially because you play
the piano for her." She winked and smiled again. "Miss P says Matt is a
bit like her brother. Of course, he's grown up now and he's married with
two boys of his own." She looked down at her hand and stretched out her
fingers. "I'm getting engaged in the summer and we hope to get married at
Christmas. Depends on this war though and what will happen next. Seems to
be lots of activity about at the moment."
I said we'd seen a long convoy on our way here but I didn't say they
wanted to meet our sisters. I just said I was sorry we hadn't got a
present for her and she smiled and said my playing was the same as a
present. She was quite different from Elizabeth who was still quizzing
Matt about Julia and the boyfriend when Aunt Mary announced that dinner was
ready.
Another good feed - with two large glasses of wine with the main
course and another one with the pudding. Matt and I excused ourselves at
nine o'clock and staggered up to our room. I had much to impart and I was
getting very excited about it in more ways than one. I closed the door
carefully after we went in.
"Hey, Matt!" I whispered hoarsely and a bit lightheadedly, "That Chris
Gardiner - Julia's friend Biggles - I've got photos of him too!"
Matt turned sharply. "What d'you mean?" he asked with puzzlement.
"Tell you when we're in bed," I replied, "I feel a bit woozy - that
wine and sherry's made me a bit tipsy."
"Same here," said Matt, "But you'll tell me about those photos, won't
you?"
We stripped off rapidly, just had a quick pee and no wash, tumbled
into bed and simultaneously grabbed each others hard-ons.
"Come on, tell us," demanded Matt, giving my cock a rough pull.
"Not unless you're more gentle," I replied, squeezing his thick rod.
"But, is he the Chris Gardiner who use to be at our school?"
"Yes," Matt affirmed, "He left the same year Julia left the High
School, just before we started."
I sniggered. "She's got a photo of him in his pilot's uniform, has
she?"
"Yeah, and some others when he was in the Sixth Form when he did
running and there's one in his school uniform as well."
"I've seen the running ones too," I replied, "But I've got some where
he isn't in any uniform at all!"
There was a silence then Matt asked quietly, "What d'you mean?"
"I'll tell you, then you can see them on Monday before First Aid if
you come round. I can say you're coming round to do some revision."
I then gave Matt a detailed description of the set, from those in the
showers and someone's bedroom to the two posed ones. I said I didn't know
who the other lads were in the first lot but Matt questioned me very
closely on what Chris looked like, especially between the legs. At least I
was able to tell him he beat Chris hands down!
All this took quite a bit of time including telling him I'd also found a
pack of three French letters as well which made him catch his breath. I
didn't say it was a good job there wasn't one missing but I guessed from
his silence he was thinking the same as me!
I also told him the shorts I had been wearing were Chris's and his
mother had given me loads of his old clothes, including a jockstrap. He
wanted to know more and I said he could have the other pair of shorts if he
wanted them and he squeezed my cock most enthusiastically and it was clear
neither of us could contain our spunk any longer so we just had to toss
each other off. I then had to go through the whole story and description
at least three times until at last we fell asleep clutching each other's
pricks without any thought of another wank.
*
Thursday April 13th 1944
I woke with a start and a slight headache. Matt was still fast asleep
and snoring loudly. I got out of bed and groped my way across the room and
pulled back the curtains. It was pissing down with rain and looked very
dark and gloomy. I made my way to the bathroom and plunged my head in a
washbasin of cold water. That cleared the headache but I also had a raging
thirst which I slaked with two tumblers of water. Feeling a lot better I
had a slash and realised we'd only had one wank apiece the night before
even though we'd talked for ages about Chris and the photos. We'd both
been pretty tired even before that, two comes in the morning anyway, and
I'd felt a bit squiffy so if that was the effect of alcohol I could do
without it even though it was nice at the time!
I got back into bed beside Matt and felt for his prick. It was his
usual stiffy. I gave it a few gentle squeezes and it went harder. So did
mine, even without thinking about it! Matt woke and grunted a couple of
times and his hand reached down and encircled my now erect cock.
"I need it bad," he whispered as his hips shuddered and his rod
twitched in my fist.
I flicked the towel from the chair beside the bed where I had chucked
it the night before after our session and put it between us. Just in time.
As I gripped his prick tightly he jerked it violently in my hand and
deposited a great load of spunk all over me.
"Whooh," he went, with obvious relief, "Oh, God, that was good!"
It was also very quick!
"Case of premature ejaculation, eh, Matt?" I surmised.
He opened his eyes and grinned.
"No, that wasn't, I was all ready and waiting! I just needed the
little extra assistance or I bet it'ld have been a wet dream." He
snickered. "I was just dreaming I was being tossed off by Dunc and that
Chris was there too. And then it was only you!" He stopped and looked
steadily at me. "I didn't mean that, Jacko, not that it was only you. You
know what I mean." He reached for the towel and wiped it over my
spunk-spattered torso. "Hey, you want it too!"
He was still holding my tool and kneaded it as he spoke. Without
saying any more he ducked his head and took my length fully into his mouth
and sucked hard. As he did so he pulled my foreskin down over my knob and
I knew I would also have a quick ejaculation. My hips not only shuddered
they arched and he caught the full force of a mighty gush in the back of
his mouth. I heard him swallow noisily as he continued to suck even harder
working the base of my prick up and down steadily with his hand. I felt
myself coming again and let him have a second instalment which seemed as
copious as the first. He sucked greedily at my dick and it kept hard for
ages.
I didn't think I could have managed a third load although I still had
fiery feelings at the base of my cock. I put a hand out and lifted his
head and withdraw my still erect cock. I looked down at it and realised it
was getting longer by the week. Crikey, if it keeps on like this I would
soon catch up with Matt and my cousins.
"Matt, do you think my cock is growing bigger?" I asked in a whisper.
He raised himself and a pair of very sticky lips pressed on mine as a
hand explored my rigid, very sensitive length. A sticky tongue flicked
against my lips and, as I opened my mouth to ask the question again, it
entered and explored my tongue. The hand tightened on my tool and pulled
down sharply, once, twice, three times. On the fourth downward stroke a
violent explosion hit me between the legs and a third stream of spunk shot
from my knob end. Oh my God, three times in a row in a lot less than ten
minutes. My thoughts were racing. The sticky lips moved across to my ear.
"You've got a great cock and it's much bigger than it was a month ago.
I know 'cause I remember how it felt in my hand," he whispered. "And I
haven't shot my stuff so many times as quick as that. Gosh, we both wanted
it badly this morning didn't we?"
We lay side by side and felt each other all over in silence until I
realised it was getting quite light. I leaned over and looked at my watch.
"Come on Matt, it's a quarter past seven. Let's get up."
I rolled over onto him and gently bit his nose and slid out of bed on
the other side. I was in the bath when he came through and went for a pee.
He then joined me and we soaped each other and then submerged to get the
lather off. As we got out of the bath there was the usual thump on the
bedroom door so I went over as I was and let Bran in. He gave my naked
self a doggy inspection and went through to the bathroom where he sat by
the door and watched as Matt dried himself.
I went back to get dressed and heard Matt explaining to Bran that
there was to be no rolling about on the floor today as we were all clean.
Bran, however had the last word. As Matt came through the door he butted
him on the backside and, as Matt turned, gave his dangling tool a swipe
with his tongue. Matt clutched at his equipment and backed into the
bedroom. I was in fits as Bran sidestepped him, gave him a lick on the bum
and came and sat by me surveying a rather startled Matt.
"I think that dog fancies you," I said, giggling and patting Bran on
the head, "You'd better watch it or he might catch you unawares."
Matt stood contemplating us, then dropped his guard and came over and
stood in front of Bran. He put a finger on Bran's upturned nose.
"I don't know what he means," he informed Bran with a stern look on
his face, "But you behave yourself or you don't come in here! Do you
understand?"
"Hey, Matt, he was only playing," I said in Bran's defence putting my
arm round his neck, "Go on Bran, just give him a lick to show you were."
To my astonishment and Matt's surprise the dog did just that. He
stretched out his neck and plonked a wet tongue right on Matt's midriff.
Bran then looked up at me and I could have sworn he grinned again. Matt
patted him on the head and ruffled his ears.
"All forgiven, now," Matt said, "Just sit there while I get dressed!"
"You're not scared now he might take a fancy to a nice sausage for
breakfast, eh, Matt?" I asked, putting an arm round Bran's neck.
"No, of course not, it was just you lot that made me think he might,"
he replied as he quickly pulled on various bits of clothing. He ran his
hands across his hair and looked at himself in the mirror.
I looked down at his legs between the bottom of his shorts and his
long socks.
"If your legs get any hairier you won't have to wear any socks!" I
said pointedly.
He peered down as well and stuck out a leg to inspect the luxuriant
black growth more closely.
"Yep, they are quite hairy, aren't they?" he replied and waggled the
leg, "It'll keep me warm in the winter, eh?" He looked down at mine.
"You've got black hair coming as well. You're beginning to grow quite
quickly now 'cause you're much taller than you were before Christmas when
we were here last."
The bell rang sharply and interrupted our comparisons. Bran turned
and made for the door and we followed. Breakfast waits for no man or his
dog!
After breakfast it was still pouring with rain so we decided to
explore the house again and after being given a list of things to move from
one place to another had a great time. We ended up in the attics and found
even more boxes of interesting things, a lot dating from Piers' schooldays.
We found several other boxing gloves and returned the pair of wank-
preventers, as Matt called them, to join the rest.
Lunch-time came and having dusted ourselves off we helped Miss P to
finish off the remains of cold chicken from the night before. She said how
much she had enjoyed the evening and hoped we did. We agreed and Matt said
he'd learned a lot he hadn't known about his sister Julia from his
conversation with Elizabeth. Miss P laughed and said Elizabeth usually
managed to put her foot in it but she wasn't all that bad really. Miss P
said she had to go and deal with egg-grading but as she went out added that
Aunt Mary had put a pile of music by the piano that morning.
As it was still raining hard Matt said he would have another look
around in the attic if I wanted to play the piano so I spent a couple of
hours going through the pile playing through pieces by sight. Just after
three I was feeling pretty tired so I shut the piano and shooed Bran into
the kitchen and went upstairs to have a lie down.
When I opened the bedroom door I found Matt already lying on the bed
reading a small book. He said he'd found it at the back of one of the
cupboards in the attic when he was moving things around. It turned out to
be Piers' diary for 1916 when he was still at school. Matt said most of
the entries seemed to be about what had happened at school with notes about
his friends and the results of games. After he'd finished flicking through
the pages I had a look and discovered something most interesting.
"Matt, didn't you notice something when you were reading this?"
"What's that?" he responded looking puzzled, "He's just written about
what was going on at school mostly, hasn't he?"
"Look carefully." I pushed the book over to him. "What do you see
every day on this page?"
He scanned the page, some time in May.
"Says here they played cricket Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and
someone called Bodgers gave him lines to do. Is that it?"
"No, look at the end of each day," I instructed him.
"Just full stops," he said. Then the light dawned. "But he doesn't
need two or three full stops at the end of a sentence, does he?" He
grinned up at me. "It's a code, like your's and Tony's isn't it? Every
time he tossed off, eh?"
"I think so," I said, but, before I could have another look Matt had
turned the pages back to the beginning of May.
"Crumbs, there's always an extra full stop and sometimes two and
sometimes three," he said admiringly. "Here have a look."
He thrust the book at me and then was busy counting on his fingers. I
turned back to Saturday, January 1st with the entry `Rode over to Ashburn
Farm with A. Got two duck. ..'
"Look Matt, there's two extra dots here so that means twice that day."
"What about today that year, April 13th, 'cause that would be some
time past his sixteenth birthday?" asked Matt.
I turned the pages.
"Gosh, April the 13th was a Thursday as well," I replied, "He was
still at school 'cause it says `Rugger against P lost 10 0.' Then there's
a small cross and a dot.
I bet that cross is his code for someone doing it to him."
"Let's have a look," he said eagerly taking the book from me. "Yeah,
there's only dots in the Easter holiday." He flicked the pages. "Hey,
look here. In the summer he's here and he mentions James." He looked over
at me. "That's James Pike in the pictures, Miss P's brother, isn't it?
And he would have been seventeen." He peered at the book again. "Gosh,
it's all crosses for three weeks. You were right when you said they
probably did it to each other." His finger moved back down the
pages. "Crikey, there's always two and quite a few threes, then when he
says James went home he's back to two or three dots!"
It was odd that Piers should use the same code as me. Piers and
Pierre were very much alike in other ways then! While still turning the
pages of the book we were disturbed again by an urgent tapping at the door.
It was Bran. Matt shut the book and put it on a shelf in the cupboard
almost as if he didn't want the dog to see what we'd been reading. Bran
looked about the room and then sat by the door looking at us. I glanced at
my watch.
"Come on, Matt, it's tea-time," I announced. Then added, "We can have
a good look at the diary later and we can see tomorrow if there are any
others up in the attic."
It was even odder because when we got back from tea Matt went straight
to the cupboard to get the diary and moved some books which were standing
there and what should be behind them but two other small books. These
turned out to be his diaries for 1915 and 1917 and a quick flick through
revealed masses of extra full stops and quite a few small crosses.
"Crumbs, Jacko," Matt said admiringly after looking through most of
the pages in one of the diaries, "This one's 1915 and he had a pal from his
form, Gordon something, looks like Lascelles, staying over Easter and
they'd certainly been at it. Look, on Easter Monday there's five crosses!"
He riffled through the pages. "I don't think he missed a day!"
"Huhn, just like you," I said, checking on a second book, the one for
1917, noting a continuous succession of extra full-stops and numerous
crosses, "Gosh, I've found three days here with five dots and there are
very few with only one so he didn't miss many! He certainly liked it,
didn't he?"
Matt was mumbling to himself and this went on for a long time until I
realised he was totting up the grand total in his book so I started to
count up mine. I finished it long before him and noted that in 1917 he had
a total of eight hundred and ninety extra marks so I picked up the one for
1916 and had just reached a total of nine hundred and twelve when Matt
announced his one came to eight hundred and fifty eight. I scribbled down
the three numbers on a bit of paper which fell out of my volume and got a
grand total of two thousand six hundred and sixty over the three years.
Matt watched me intently as I did the sums. I then divided by three and by
three hundred and sixty five, not bothering about the leap year.
"Gosh, Matt, he did it two and a half times on average every day those
three years," I said with amazement, "That's about seventeen times a week."
I thought for a moment to what Matt had told me on the journey. "Not quite
so many as you this week so you and he make a fine pair! I wonder if he
wore a hole in his dick as well?"
Matt looked at me and smirked, "Yeah, I wonder how many times I've
done it?" He looked serious. "I wish I'd thought of keeping a diary like
you. Have you counted yours up yet?"
"No, I haven't and I'm not going to until I've been doing it a year
then I'll tell you. But I don't think it's as many as him, or you!"
"Anyway, I want it now!" he said emphatically jumping off the bed and
whipping his shorts and pants down. He had his shirt up and his prick in
his hand within seconds and began belabouring his massive tool which rose
swiftly. I slid off the bed and threw the towel down in front of him and
stepped behind him and, without losing his beat, grabbed his cock and
continued tossing him off. He took quite a while to come but after some
throaty grunts he squirted a fair stream of spunk up into the air and
breathed out deeply.
"Oh, God, that was good!" he sighed, "I really needed that. Duncan
wanted to know if I had sudden urges, 'cause he did, and I said I did and
that was certainly one! Thanks, Jacko." He paused in the torrent of
words. "What about you?"
My dick was stirring but I wanted a really intense and longer lasting
encounter so I shook my head. Crumbs! I had sudden urges but I don't
think as bad as that! And what was that about Duncan?
"No, Matt," I said, "I'll wait until tonight. Anyway, it's time we
got ready for dinner. And you tell me about what Duncan said."
Matt shrugged his shoulders as if to say any time's the time when you
want it and then said that Duncan said all boys had sudden urges and a need
for a good wank and wasn't it a relief. I thought about it and agreed but
wondered if some boys' urges were more sudden that others! Oh well, more
to find out from Tom! As this conversation went on we tidied ourselves up
and then went downstairs.
To be continued:
[Many thanks to the correspondents.]