Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2002 23:14:12 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 4

Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws
of your country or district please desist.  If you are a bigot or
prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking
literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to
yourself. Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome.

This is a very long tale.  It unfolds over a good number of years.  What is
true, is true: what is not is otherwise.  If you have trouble with the
English educational system let me know.  A dramatis personae will follow
after a few installments - there are a lot of characters!

			    ALADDIN'S AWAKENING

				    By

				   Joel

			   Chapter 4 - Continued

			Friday, September 17th 1943

     Friday was a relatively peaceful day enlivened by Tony's consternation
when he found himself down as a reserve for the Saturday game.  His main
worry was if one of the bigger thugs suddenly developed measles, mumps,
water on the brain, or whatever, and he would have to run out on the field
to be slaughtered by the dreaded Catholics.  He kept a wary eye on Ginger
Hare who he was convinced was the most likely to succumb to some unknown
illness.  Of course, Cleggy and the others kept mentioning how big the
other team were to razz him up. We cycled home together but he wouldn't
come in as he said he was going to rest and have an early night.  I thought
I had better have a good practice after supper because Mrs Tring had
entered me for the next grade exam.  Then I also went to bed early, telling
Ma I'd better as I was going to have a busy time in the morning - I had a
busy time first practising something else as soon as my head touched the
pillow!

				     *

     Saturday morning was damp.  I cycled to school quite early and found
quite a few of both school teams already there.  Alan Foster came over and
said Van wanted him and me to wear blue shirts which he'd left out for us.
We got changed together and as I was tying my laces I saw Matt and Tony
come in.  Neither looked too happy as they came over to join us.

     "Oh well," Matt exclaimed, "I suppose I had better get ready to be
sacrificed!"

     "Don't worry," I said, "Alan and I will come and carry off the pieces
at the end."

     Alan looked down at Matt from his superior height and
sniggered. "There won't be much to pick up when they've got their teeth
into you, Ward.  Vince says two of their forwards are huge!"

     At that point Van came into the changing-room.  He was positively
glowing and rubbing his hands with glee.

     "Well, lads, is everyone here?  Their teams have just arrived and
they've still to get changed.  Ah, Thomson and Foster, you're both ready.
Go and see the Reverend Brother and show him the next door changing-rooms
and see if there is anything they need as I just want to have a few words
in here with my own flock."

     We did as we were bid and clattered out onto the driveway outside.  A
large figure in a black cassock was just walking up.  Foster addressed him
very politely and said we were to show him and his teams to their changing
room.  He looked down at us and turned to the straggling crew coming up
behind him and, rather sternly, said they were to follow us and that we
were to give O'Brien any instructions pointing at a short, stocky lad with
a mop of red hair.  O'Brien trotted up, very obediently, though he was
obviously in the sixth-form and presumably the captain of their older team.
He nodded at the Brother.  The Brother nodded back, turned and walked off
towards the pitch.

     "OK, lead us on then," O'Brien said and winked at us.

     Alan led the way and I walked beside O'Brien.

     "Are you playing?" he asked.

     "No, Foster and I are the touch judges," I replied.

     "Your name's Thomson, isn't it?"

     I looked at him rather puzzled, "Yes, it is, how do you know?"

     He grinned, "Your dad is my dad's boss at the laboratory - my dad is a
metallurgist."

     I had never heard the works referred to as a laboratory - I thought my
dad made things.

     "I didn't know that - my dad doesn't say much about what he does."

     "They're not allowed to, but Dad tells me about the people he works
with and he said last night your dad had said you were involved today and I
recognised you from seeing you with him in town."

     Fame, I was father's son, but what father did was still a mystery.  I
knew he was in charge of something but I didn't know it was a laboratory.
By this time we were in the changing room and the lads had begun to get
changed.  I saw Alan was chatting to someone so I stayed with O'Brien as he
stripped off completely.  Christ, he was redder and much hairier than
Ginger Hare.  He had a great mat of dark orange hair above a lengthy but
slim, circumcised rod which swung about as he reached down to take off his
shoes and socks.  He sat down on the bench.

     "You're called Jacko, aren't you?"

     I nodded, "It's really Jacques, my mum's French - but everyone has
always called me Jacko."

     "Well, I'm Michael, or Mike to my friends.  Be a friend and pass me my
socks and boots."

     I picked out his boots and socks from the bag he'd put a bit along the
bench and passed him one sock then another.  His long cock dipped up and
down between his legs as he pulled on the socks and then leaned down and
back putting on his boots.

     "Which position do you play, Mike?"

     "Oh, scrum-half as I'm this size."

     What size?  Oh, I suppose he meant height, I was rather concentrating
on something else!  As he finished he stood up and stamped up and down and
I saw a couple of the other lads also having a good look at his equipment.
I also noted with some satisfaction that although he might win on length
his balls seemed not much bigger than mine or Tony's.

     "Hey, Jacko, chuck my jockstrap and shorts over!"

     I turned to the bag and picked up his shorts and saw under them a
white pouch-like garment on top of a green shirt.  I supposed this was the
jockstrap - I hadn't heard the word before.  I picked it up with my other
hand and held both shorts and it out to him.

     "Ta, you're a marvellous valet, Jacko, I'll have that first."

     He took the jockstrap, opened up the elastic waistband, put his legs
through and pulled it up over his prick and balls.  He put his hand inside
the pouch and arranged his cock so it was more upright and bulged out
against the fabric.

     "Almost there," he said taking the shorts and putting them on swiftly,
"Just my shirt now."  I reached down and passed it to him and in a moment
he was ready.  "Thanks a lot, you've been a great help but I've got to say
something to this lot and I expect you'll be wanted out there.  See you
later!"

     "Yep, I'd better be going, Mike, see you."  I turned just as Alan
Foster came up and followed him towards the door wondering if Mike was
going to say prayers like Tony had said.

     As we got outside Alan turned and whispered urgently, "Christ, Jacko,
that chap you were talking to, did you see the length he's got?

     "Oh, you mean Mike, yes, it's quite long isn't it."  I thought I had
better be generous, "But you shouldn't be jealous because you and your
brother are OK."

     He prodded me in the ribs, "You've had a look then?"

     "In the showers."

     He chuckled and poked me in the ribs again, "Well, you're not too bad
yourself for a young'un, more than Cleggy, even if you haven't got so much
hair yet!"

     Oh, I'm obviously not the only one doing check-ups.  I wondered what
else I could find out.  But there was no time now as Van, who was talking
to the Brother, spotted us and asked if all was well.  Alan said O'Brien
was talking to the teams and as he said this there was a general clatter
and everyone, including our lot, spilled out onto the pitches.

     What followed next was not the expected bloodbath and mangling.  In
fact, Matt excelled himself, passing the ball out cleanly and giving our
team many opportunities which they took very smartly.  Cleggy and Roo both
scored tries and Alan and I ran up and down the line working like Trojans,
or whatever.  Our Fourth-Years won handsomely but the others lost, but not
too badly.  All in all everyone was quite happy.  Tony's efforts were not
needed, all had turned up, even those with spots and eruptions as I saw in
our showers later when I had a good look at the Fifth and Sixth Formers.

     This was my first major observation of that older age group as the
Fifth and Sixth Years generally used the other changing-room and I must
admit I, and a good few of my brethren, had a good way to go in various
attributes.  But what did intrigue me was the variety of sizes, hairiness
and spottiness which passed before my eyes as I showered and changed back.
Much to ponder about and find out about in good time.  My only brush with
possible trouble was when two of the more loutish Fifth-Formers started to
remark on my youthfulness and whether they should remove my shorts to see
if I was all there.  Luckily, and pluckily, Matt, Cleggy and Roo defended
me with Matt saying he was certain I was all there and was only in shorts
until half-term and in any case their team had lost whereas our Fourth
Years had won!  The two clods made rude gestures at us and sloped off to
join their other, no doubt also disgruntled, team-mates.  Tony came up and
joined us and we all walked to collect our bikes.

     "Going my way, Jacko?", Tony asked as we wheeled them out of the shed.

     "Yep, but I've got to get back for early lunch as Ma and Pa are going
into town this afternoon."

     We rode off to my house together.  Tony was very full of himself as he
had been chosen, even if he hadn't actually had to play.  It was a bit of a
monologue but it passed the time.  When we reached my house he asked if he
could pop round later to see me later.  I agreed as it would give me an
excuse as I certainly didn't want to traipse around town with the parents.

     Pa was still at work when I got home and Ma said she was going to meet
him in town and duly asked if I wanted to accompany them.  I said no as
Tony said he might come round to see me.  She seemed rather pleased at my
refusal and went off with a cheery wave.

     Tony banged on the back door about half past two.  I opened it and he
came in bearing a pile of old Meccano magazines which his father had found
in an old house he was selling for someone.  Tony wasn't interested in them
so brought them for me.

     "Ta, let's take them up to my room then," I said, "I'll enjoy looking
at those."  Being an engineer's son meant I'd been given sets of Meccano
for birthdays over the years and I actually enjoyed fiddling about with it.

     Tony picked up one of my planes and sat on the edge of my bed looking
at it.

     "I saw your pal the Foster twin as I was coming over," he said.

     "My pal?"

     "Yeah, the one you were running up and down the line with this
morning."

     "Oh, Alan!  Yeah, he seems OK even if he is in the other form.  But
wasn't he the one who chucked that water at you the other day?"

     "Nope, it was his brother who did that.  He's a slimy toad and he's
the one I told you Big Jim picked up in the changing-room in the summer."

     I nodded, perhaps I would hear more about the camp today as well.

     "I told Alan I was coming round here and he said I was to ask you
about that ginger Catholic lad you were talking to this morning.  He said
you were discussing things at length.  What did he mean?  Who was he?"

     I grinned, "Oh, he's the son of someone that works for my Dad, his
name's Mike O'Brien, he was their upper team captain.  Seems a nice chap, I
passed him his clobber when he was changing."  I laughed, "Oh, of course,
Alan did notice that he's got a lengthy cock."  I stretched my hands out in
exaggeration. "I think that's what he means, about like that!"

     "Was it that big?" asked Tony incredulously.

     "No!  Of course not, but it just hung down longer than others I've
seen in the showers.  Even my cousin Alun's didn't go down like his.  But
it was skinny and he had masses of hair all round it - but I could hardly
see his balls - they didn't seem very big at all."

     "You must have had a good look!"

     "Couldn't help it, he stripped off completely and then got changed by
putting his socks on first.  By the way, do you know what a jockstrap is?"

     "Yes, why?"

     "'Cos he had one, I had to get it out of his bag for him."

     "Oh yes, I know what they are 'cause Big Jim wore one most of the time
at camp.  I wanted him to let me try it on but the horrid sod said it
wasn't for little boys with little balls.  He said all the Sixth-Formers
wore them when they played rugger and I saw some of them in our
changing-room this morning putting them on."

     "I only noticed Mike's this morning - and he's only got little balls."

     "But he's in the Sixth Form though, isn't he?  And he's got a long
cock like Big Jim, and Big Jim's was thick as well!"

     I said he was, and that his prick did hung down a lot, but it wasn't
very thick round.  Then I thought to myself that Sixth Form and big balls
didn't necessarily go together even though his snaky cock filled out the
jockstrap.  I didn't intend to pursue this as I really wanted to know more
about the summer camp.

     Tony was well away, "Christ, I wish my prick would get bigger.  Even
those fucking Foster twins have got more than us."

     "Yeah, but they're older than us as well and my cousin Alun said he
was like me when he was my age and mine has got longer over the summer.
But anyway, Tony, you were going to tell me about your camp in the summer."

     He looked up slyly, "You really want to know?"

     I nodded, "Of course!  Come on, tell me all about it!"

     "Cleggy told me I wasn't to."

     "Why not?"

     "'Cos of what happened."

     "Oh, come on, tell me, I'm your best friend."

     "So's Cleggy, but anyway, I didn't really promise him!"

     "Good, well fire away."

     He giggled, "It was mostly that."

     I looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

     He laughed, "OK, I'll tell you all about it, from the beginning."  He
sat back on the bed and I turned the chair by my desk round to face him and
sat down.

      "Right," he began, "Well, we went in a lorry to this farm.  Big Jim
told us it belonged to a friend of his father and there was this big tent
already up in a clearing in some trees.  There were six of us," he counted
off on his fingers, "Big Jim, who was in charge as patrol leader, Cleggy,
Roo, Ginger Hare, me and there was a young cousin of Big Jim's name of Sam
Catt who's not in our troop but he's in the Scouts where he comes from."

      He stopped and looked over at me to see if I was attending.
Satisfied that I was he continued.

      "Funny name, but he was staying with them `cos his mother was busy
and his father was away in the army.  He was younger than all us, not quite
thirteen, 'cos it was going to be his birthday the week after we got back.
Anyway they dumped us there and we had all the kit and stuff to put tidily
and Roo and me were sent off for wood while the others got the food ready
to be cooked.  It was good, we were pretty hungry by then.  After the food
we all sat round for ages until it was nearly dark and Jim said it was time
to pack up for the night.  We had three of those hurricane lamps so it
wasn't at all dark inside the tent.
  Anyway, we had laid out groundsheets and blankets and things then started
to get ready for bed.  I was just taking off my shirt when Jim said 'What
about this then, lads!'  We all looked at him as he turned round to face us
without anything on and his dick was huge and stiff and standing up.
Cleggy was standing opposite me and only had his pants on and his face was
a picture.  He just gawped at Big Jim and I saw his pants go all bulgy very
fast.

     Well then, Big Jim just stood with his legs apart and bent back a bit
and caught hold of his prick and began to rub it up and down.  I could see
the others were watching all this very closely, especially young Sam Catt.
Well, Big Jim went on and on pulling it up and down then, whoosh, he shot a
great load up and over the floor of the tent.  Then he just stood there
holding his prick and said, 'OK, lads, it's your turn now'.  We all
stripped off and we all had stiff pricks, even the young kid.  Cleggy had
already started tossing himself off before I had my pants off and he was
doing it ever so quick, but Roo came first, then me and Vince just about
together.  Cleggy took quite a while but he did shoot a lot and the young
kid kept on for ages with us watching then he came with just a bit of
stuff.  He was ever so pleased 'cos he said it was his first time with
stuff.  Jim said it wouldn't be his last time and we all laughed.

     Christ, it was marvellous, doing it together like that 'cos I didn't
know much about doing it as I had only found out three weeks before, and I
didn't know about the others doing it.  Anyway we didn't go to bed until
very late that night.  It was hot so we sat as we were on our blankets and
talked as we all wanted to know things about everyone and kept
congratulating young Sam.  I found out that Cleggy and Roo had been on a
hike with Big Jim at Easter and they had done it then as well.  In the end
I think we were so tired we just got under our blankets and Jim put the
lights out.

     Next thing I knew it was morning, quite early and Vince was in the bed
next to me looking over at me.  When he saw I was awake he pulled his
blankets back and he'd got a real horn on.  So had I, so I pulled back my
blankets as well and showed him mine.  He got out and shuffled over and
knelt down by me, caught hold of my rod and tossed me off - God, it was
good.  First time someone else had done it to me.  I just lay there panting
hard when I came.  Then I nudged him to get him to lie down and I got up
and knelt over him.  I didn't bother to mop up the spunk on my tum and I
could feel it running down as I did it to him.  I'll tell you, Vince's got
quite a handful and he came ever so quick.

     I looked round and the only one still asleep was Jim `cos the other
three were awake by then and watching.  The young kid crawled out over to
Roo and tossed him off and then went over to Cleggy and began to give him
one.  By this time Big Jim had woken up and he was watching as well.  He
pulled back his blankets and beckoned me over and I knelt over his legs and
felt his prick.  It was ever so thick and heavy, much more than Vince's,
and it didn't take much pulling to make him shoot his load over his chest.

      I was still holding on to him as I watched young Sam pulling away at
Cleggy's prick.  Cleggy was twitching about on the bed then he cried out
and grabbed the boy's hand when he came telling him to stop.  Roo came over
and helped young Sam up and stood behind him and we all watched as he gave
the boy a good wank.  Young Sam didn't shoot very much when he came but he
was ever so pleased and excited by it all `cos he turned round and hugged
Roo and said how marvellous it was."


     By this time I was quite bemused with who had done what and to whom
and was feeling very horny myself.  I stood up and walked over to the bed.
"Hey, Tony, for Christ's sake, I've got such a hard-on with you telling me
all that I've got to do something about it!"

     "What about me then, just look at this!"  He stood up and undid his
trousers.  His prick stuck out and at this signal we both rapidly shucked
off our all clothes and looked at each other, cocks at the ready.

     I whispered rather hoarsely, "I'll do it to you first!"

     "No, let's try to do it to each other at the same time.  I'll show you
how we did it at camp together - you'd better put a towel down though."

     I fetched my bath towel and laid it down on the floor.  We stood on it
facing each other just a bit apart and Tony put his left hand on my
shoulder reaching down to my tool with his right hand.  He cupped my balls
and then gently ran his fingers up my stem to the end.  I winced as my
prick hardened still further.  I copied him by putting my hand on his
shoulder and did the same to him.  We stared intently at each other's faces
as we began to pull each other's skins up and down, slowly and
rhythmically.  Automatically we opened our mouths at the same time and then
quite soon I felt the warm, deep surge at the base of my prick as I shot up
all over Tony's stomach.  He came almost immediately after that all over me
and we stood staring into each other's eyes holding on tightly as our cocks
subsided.  I could feel the drops of his spunk running down my stomach.

     "Bloody wonderful," he murmured, "That was really good.  Did you like
it, Jacko?"

     "Oh, yes, I want it more and more all the time, especially when you do
it to me like that."

     "So do I, I thought of you doing it to me last night when I tossed off
in bed."

     "Did you, why was that?"

     "Well, I knew I would probably see you this afternoon as I had those
magazines for you and that set it off.  I often think of Big Jim or Roo or
one of the others as well."

     I must admit I had thought of Alun once or twice when tossing off and
wondering if he was jacking off at the same time but I had only had one
wank with Tony before and it was all rather new to me.

     Tony bent down and picked up the towel and wiped the come off my belly
then wiped himself.

     "I think I had better tell you more about the camp another time."  He
put out a hand and gripped my arm.  "There's a lot more to tell, especially
about what we did to Cleggy!"  He paused.  "But you're not to tell him I've
said anything!"

     We got dressed and as it was after four o'clock by now Tony said he
had better go 'cause he had to stay in with gran as his father and mother
wanted to go out that evening.


     Ma and Pa came home just after five.  I had been lying on my bed after
Tony went, going over his tale in my head and still feeling a few twinges
between my legs.  I went downstairs and told them Tony had brought me some
Meccano mags and asked Ma what they had bought but she was very noncommital
and then Pa wanted to know how I had got on as touch judge.  I told him
that it wasn't too bad, our team had won, but the upper team had lost.
That reminded me about Mike O'Brien.

     "I met someone whose father works with you, his name's O'Brien."

     "Oh, yes, that must be Mike, he's Joe O'Brien's son.  He's in the
First Year Sixth at the Catholic school, isn't he?"  I nodded.  "His father
is my chief assistant on one of our projects."

     I said that Mike had told me his dad was a metallurgist and I wanted
to know what he did.  Pa told me that his main job was analysing different
types of metal and that Mike also wanted to study the subject at university
when he left school.  In fact Joe had asked Pa to give Mike some help with
his applied maths as he wouldn't let his father give him any assistance.

     "Poor Mike," he said, looking at my mother, "He's got four sisters and
he's in the middle, so I bet the lad's really hen-pecked!"

     My mother has two sisters and no brothers so my father was always
teasing her that we suffered because she didn't know how to treat males
kindly.  But she always got back by complaining about being at the beck and
call of males all the time.

     "Well, you had better get him round sometime and help him out," my
mother responded rather tartly, "Perhaps it might be good for the boy to
come to a male-dominated household and find out what he's missing!"

     I felt very pleased I would be seeing Mike again, I had really liked
him in just that short meeting.

     "OK, as you're having your French circle I might as well do a bit of
maths.  By the way, Jacko, we met Mrs Barnes and she is very pleased your
mother is having Rupert in the group.  Is that the one you call Roo?"

     I giggled inwardly at hearing his full name, "Yes, and he calls his
younger brother Kanga, but I think his real name is Ken."

     He laughed, "Your mother said that you are going to met at five on
Wednesdays and that I wasn't to keep her late at the works."

     "Why do you call it the works?  Mike said it's a laboratory."

     "It's what is called Research and Development and I run the
laboratories where it all happens."

     I digested this, it was the first time Pa had said anything about what
he did.

     "But what do you do?"

     "Can't tell you much except it's rather important and rather secret.
But, if you like at half-term I'll take you in one day and show you some
things."


     In bed that night I thought back to the afternoon and what Tony and I
had done together.  Then I had images of Mike and his red hair and his long
cock and mine was lengthening and hardening and had to be held and
squeezed.  I though about him coming to the house soon and as I began to
move my hand up and down I wondered if his cock was in his hand all stiff
and hard like mine and very soon I was coming - just like Mike I hoped.

				     *

     On Sunday I could think of little else but the past eight days and all
that had happened.  I suppose the most momentous event of my life so far
had occurred on that previous Saturday when I found I could wank properly
and shoot spunk!  Christ!, I must let cousin Alun know somehow as I'd
tossed myself off most satisfactorily a good number of times - I counted
up, eleven times by myself plus those two glorious wanks with Tony so far.
Perhaps my name should be Jackoff as Tony suggested!  Then during the week
I had learned a lot from observation and talking with Tony.  Of course, all
this remembering meant that I had to do it twice more that day and all I
could think of while jerking off was Mike and Matt mixed up with Tony and
his hard prick and the descriptions of what had happened on that first day
of camp.  If this was what growing up meant it was certainly exhausting - I
must find out more from Matt!



To be continued:


Previous stories of mine have been published on Nifty.

Spying on My Brothers: (45k: Incest Section: Apr 15 2000)
Easter Rugger Tours (Dir: HS Section: Jun 10 2000)
Jordan's Story (84k: HS Section: Jul 23 2000)
Flip's Tale (Dir: HS Section: Apr 17 2002)
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