Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 21:23:32 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening: Part 44
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.
ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
Chapter 26
Part Two:
Wednesday May 10th 1944
Sodding games afternoon again. But, as last week, a few of us
abstained from the great game of cricket and I and Matt tried our hand at
throwing the discus. We hadn't been at it long before the two
Fifth-Formers we'd run with last week jogged onto the field in rugger
shorts and shirts. They came over to where we were standing and watched
while I threw the discus as far as I could.
"Good," said Greg Hall, "But you'll get it further if you do it like
this."
He took the discus from Matt who had run off and fetched it. Holding
it very steadily he bent down a bit and whirled round releasing it with a
mighty fling. It went much further than my puny effort. Matt ran off
again and brought it back.
"You have a go now," Greg instructed, "You saw how I did it."
I copied his actions and the disc flew off and landed very near the
spot he had reached. George Abbott clapped his hands.
"He'll beat you if you're not careful" he said, jokingly, to Greg,
"Let me have a go."
His try went much further that either of ours and I ran off to collect
it. It was Matt's turn and he managed to get it just past where my go had
dropped.
"At least I can beat you on distance with the discus," he said giving
me a nudge.
I was glad the others didn't cotton on and didn't ask what he meant.
Greg went off and fetched the discus.
"You have another go," he told me.
I did and this time it went even further than his throw.
"Bloody good that, lad!" he said, "You want to practice throwing
`cause you've got a good chance of winning that for your age group on
Sports' Day."
George was running on the spot.
"Are we going for a run?" he asked Greg. He turned to us. "D'you want
to come as well like last week?"
We all nodded and while we waited Matt took the discus back to where
the others were still trying the javelin and shot putt. Then we set off on
the same trail as last time. Over the gate and into the copse.
Before we'd gone very far George pointed to another track going off to
the right.
"We'll go off down there," he said, turning onto the narrower path,
"It goes up to where we do some of our Cadet training."
Sure enough, about fifty yards on the path opened out into a large
clearing with various wooden contraptions around and an open-sided hut much
further on. It was a bit like a parade ground.
"God, I need a fag," George said, as we came to a stop just inside the
clearing.
He delved into a pocket of his rugger shorts and brought out a
battered packet of Woodbines. He looked in it.
"Only got two. Do you smoke?" This question directed at Matt and me.
We both shook our heads. He flipped them out and crumpled up the packet
and tossed it into a nearby bush. He handed one of the cigarettes to Greg.
"Got a light, Greg?" he asked.
Greg dug into his shorts pockets and extracted a small book of
matches.
He tore one off and lit it and the two boys put their heads together and
drew in unison on the fags. Matt and I stood and watched as curls of smoke
issued from their nostrils.
"I need a slash," George then stated and without more ado pulled up
the leg of his shorts and exhibited a short, thick cock and proceeded to
unsheathe his knob. He aimed his prick at the top of the bush and a stream
of piss arched high into it.
"Me, too," said Greg and quickly copied George's action. His shaft
was much thinner but longer and he also aimed his outflow at the bush. The
twin streams united for a moment just before they finished. A vigorous
shaking of the dripping pricks then ensued, still with each producing a
lazy curl of smoke from their nostrils.
While he was still waggling his cock George turned to face us fully.
"Weren't you two of the kids who downed those Sixth-Formers in the
showers last term?" he asked.
Kids indeed! He and Greg were only Fifth-Formers! Anyway, I
answered.
"Yep," I said, "We got all four of them down after they took the mick
out of us."
George laughed. "Including our esteemed Cadet Sergeant Henry Gale.
He was not pleased, in fact he said we had his permission to duff up any of
you lot as it was beneath his dignity to deal with you himself. More like
he was scared! You got him to show all he possessed didn't you?"
He took a puff and a haze of smoke wafted above him.
Matt spoke for the first time.
"Looked well used to me," he said, with an unaccustomed note of
accuracy in my opinion.
"By self mainly," sniggered George and sucked at the end of the almost
finished fag. "But he's got more to come after his final parade next
month. Chris Prosser's got something planned."
Neither Matt nor myself said anything but just stood silently watching
and listening. Greg's cigarette was finished and the butt joined George's
and his pee in the wet bush. He was nodding at George's remarks and
directed a question at George.
"Henry was very pally with young Cross at camp this time wasn't he?
What's the score there?"
I assumed he meant Fred Cross who was in 4S and was a slim blond lad
who always wore a well-pressed uniform on Mondays.
"The usual I suppose. Young Fred was in his tent to all hours," said
George authoritatively. "Buffing each other's brass no doubt - or
something like that!"
They both sniggered and Greg queried, "You did say brass?"
I thought I would have my say.
"I heard Gale visits some woman every Friday night when he delivers
her meat."
"Yeah, I've heard that too," said George and added in a mock whisper,
"And there's a queue for that job when he goes for his call-up." He looked
at Greg. "But he'll shag anything on two legs, eh, Greg?"
Greg snorted, "Four legs as well if it includes what he's supposed to
do down the barns behind the farmhouse."
What on earth did that mean? I could imagine one or two thing
happening with Fred Cross and also, after my verbal instruction from Mike,
with the recipient of the meat delivery. But four legs? I kept silent.
George changed the subject and directed his gaze towards Matt.
"Didn't you go to that Fensham place? Did you play?"
Matt said he had gone with the team and he had played when Hobbs got
injured.
George nodded and coughed and beat his chest.
"Yeah, Chris Payne told me about it all. He lives next door to us."
He took a last draw on the tiny fag-end and looked at Matt through the
final wisp of smoke.
"You're the one with the massive great dong, aren't you?" he asked
innocently, flicking the butt to join Greg's in the bush.
Matt reddened slightly so I answered for him.
"Yeah, he's our pride and joy, aren't you Matt?" I said, prodding him
in the back.
He shrugged his shoulders which drew his shorts up a bit and showed
off his bulge. Before anything else could develop we heard noises coming
from the hut. We wandered into the clearing a bit to see what was going on
but stopped when we saw three of the Sixth- Formers, Cliff Bates, Billy
Clarke and Rob Collins, sitting on the verandah with books surrounding
them.
"What are you lot doing here?" demanded Cliff, "You're disturbing us,
we've got important exams starting next week and you're upsetting our
revision."
Greg explained that we were out for a run and had stopped for a
breather but we would be going now.
"And don't let me catch you smoking in school, Abbott!" called out
Billy turning his attention to him, "I saw you by the bush, you filthy
wretch, leading those youngsters astray!" He waved cheerily at me and
Matt.
"Clear off Abbott, or I'll tell Henry Gale to put you on a fizzer!"
shouted Cliff Bates, "He'll have you running round the field with your pack
on, won't he? Double time, up down, up down, move it lad....," This last in
a perfect imitation of Henry Gale's parade ground voice.
Matt and I exchanged glances as Greg and George had faces of stone.
We turned and started to run off closely followed by Greg and George and
laughter from the three in the hut.
We ran off without saying anything to each other and reached the other
gate. George was fuming.
"Who the fuck do they think they are?" he said aggressively, "Bloody
Sixth-Formers that's all!"
Greg laughed. "But they've got your number, mate. You shouldn't have
answered Batesey back when he told you off last week before Assembly."
"Fuck him!" was George's only reply as he nimbly vaulted the gate with
us in hot pursuit.
We were greeted once more with no hot water in the showers, so, as Roo
and Tony were coming for French Circle later, I said Matt might as well
have a bath at ours. We arrived home well before four and stripped off in
my bedroom before racing along to the bathroom.
Matt smacked my backside as I leant over the bath to turn the taps on.
"You can stop that," I said and returned to my onslaught of the
previous week. I turned and stared down at him. "Your massive dong isn't
so massive this week," I announced, "You've been telling me lies when you
said it hadn't shrunk."
This stopped Matt in his tracks. He looked absolutely shell-shocked.
He stared down at his cock.
"I measured it last night and it was just the same," he said
haltingly.
"I'm sure of that."
"Doesn't look like it to me," I said goadingly. "You'd better get
someone else to measure it for you."
"Will you do it?" he pleaded.
"Not now," I said unfeelingly, "I want a bath."
I felt the temperature of the water. It was OK so I stepped in.
"Come on, Matt, hop in, we haven't got long."
I sat down and grabbed the soap as he stepped in and settled himself.
I rubbed the soap over me and got up a good bit of lather then reached over
and rubbed the soap on him and as he lay back I lathered him. I rubbed the
soap down over his hairy bush and then grabbed his thick tool which rose
swiftly as I yanked at it. I gave it a good belting as he rocked his hips.
A good load of come was accompanied by a full-throated ....aaagh and a
seraphic smile. No sooner had he finished squirting he sat up and reached
for my rampant shaft. No disappointment there either. A goodly fountain
of spunk soon shot up from my knob and splashed onto his stomach
accompanied by my own ....aaagh!
"You see, Jacko, mine hasn't shrunk has it?" he said triumphantly,
"And yours is bigger!"
I had to admit to my deception. But, I said first I was very
disappointed in him in the way he had spilled military secrets so readily.
He did have the grace to admit he was wrong and when I'd finished said it
was a good job we could spill our stuff as easily as that!
Roo and Tony arrived soon after we had got dressed again and Tony
confirmed it would be OK for Tom to come with me to Ulvescott but we would
have to cycle over separately from the Scouts. The way he said it made me
think that he could be a pompous little prick sometimes.
Ma was in a very good mood and rattled us through all sorts of
constructions. She particularly commended Matt and after they had all gone
told me he had a very good ear for French and should do very well.
So, Matt not only had a massive dong, still the same length even after
my attempt to convince him otherwise, he was also getting good at French.
But, he still couldn't shoot his stuff as far as me - even though now in my
cosy bed it was just firing a few inches up my chest ....aaagh!
*
Thursday and Friday at school were, as usual, tedious. We spent a lot
of time doing revision as the beaks were busy marking or invigilating and,
of course, Cleggy got himself his usual ration of lines not only from
Campion but from Van as well. Because I was talking to Matt as Campion
gave Cleggy his lines I got a hundred to do as well! Cheek, nothing else
was happening. Cleggy and Nobbo are thick as thieves now and Benno's new
friend is Peter Fry who says he's going to join the St John's as well. I
saw very little of anyone over the weekend. I certainly didn't have a weak
end because it kept me company very nicely two or three times a day
especially as I had another look at the photos.
Peter Fry turned up Monday evening at St John's with Benno. Pete went
off with Pat who was taking a joiners' group and while he was gone and
Benno was practising splinting and bandaging a broken arm on me I asked him
how he was getting on with Pete.
"He's alright," replied Benno, "He likes football and so do I and now
the local team have finished the season we're going to the cricket. I've
volunteered to go with St John's to the matches so that's why Pete's joined
up too."
He pulled the bandage tight and knotted it expertly. "And if you want
to know... the answer's yes we have... 'cause he said you and he hadn't,"
he paused, "yet."
He looked at me and grinned.
No we hadn't, in fact he was one of my missing five in the form. I
wondered, when and where! I nodded.
"Some time, some place," I said and tried to waggle my fingers.
"You've done that a bit tight. You've stopped my circulation and I'll die
of gangrene." My medical knowledge was advancing by leaps and bounds, or
perhaps, bunny-hops.
"Don't exaggerate," he said, giving the splint a tap. "At least you
haven't got a real broken arm to go with it."
Matt came and joined us, also sporting a splinted arm done by one of
our Third Years who kept trying to join in our group. We compared knots
and the general expertise and decided there wasn't anything between the
two. Mr Halloran came up and inspected them as well and declared that both
were excellent. The Third Year, whose name was Marsh, was very pleased with
himself and fussed round Matt and I could see that Matt was very much taken
with the attention he was getting. Benno had to rush off to look after his
brothers and Pete and I were left together after most of the others as Matt
had disappeared as well
Without saying anything to each other, we sidled round the back of
the hut where there was an old shed. We stood behind it, listening
carefully but no one was about. Within seconds we had each other's cocks
out. Pete wanked me off first just with my dick poking out of my flies and
I really wanted it badly. There was just a bit of moonlight but I saw my
spunk shoot up the side of the shed in a goodly amount. As soon as I'd
fired my wad I pulled Pete's cock and balls completely out and did it to
him. Crumbs, just like me, Pete shot a real load which joined mine all up
the side of the shed. We stood still for ages after he came with Pete
whispering that he'd only got four more of our lot to go - I giggled and
said, `Same here'.
There was nobody about as we sauntered off to collect our bikes and he
cycled a bit of the way with me and we compared notes. Only one of our
fours overlapped, Johnny Wills, who was in the Cadets. Pete still had to
get Vince, Tim Parker and Jim Masters, who were all Scouts, and my others
were Johnny Pearson, Danny Ross and Johnny Reed and those three were Cadets
like Willsy. Pete said he would tell Danny Ross 'cause he and Danny were
great pals so I thought to myself that will be another one soon!.
*
I slept very soundly even though I didn't toss off again. Ma woke me
just after seven and said she and Pa had to be at work by half past eight
so I'd better be up and off for my run soon if I wanted breakfast. As
usual I bumped into Tom and did part of Prentice Road for him and finished
up going twice round the perimeter of the park. Ma and Pa were ready to go
as I arrived home and my breakfast was on the table.
I went upstairs and stripped off to have a wash and, unusual for me
this time in the morning, I suddenly wanted a wank. I stood so I could see
myself in the wardrobe mirror and produced an enormous series of squirts
which shot right over the towel. Gosh, the spasms were so powerful my
balls really ached. Luckily the stuff had gone on the lino surround and
not on the carpet so I mopped it up and inspected the towel. Strands of
sticky spunk were all over the further half. I giggled and thought of
Julia and my stuff on her towel. I folded it over and hoped it would dry
off during the day. Needless to say, what with the extra time for the wank
and dawdling over my breakfast, I was only just in time to get into line as
the bell went.
Mike arrived just after I got home after school. He said he and Vince
had gone for a long hike on Saturday because both of them were getting fed
up of having all their sisters round them all the time. I said at least he
had sisters as I did feel lonely sometimes. He said next time they went
off somewhere I could go with them. I said I was going to Ulvescott at the
same time as the Scouts and Mike said, rather mysteriously, `I know'. I
thought about that in bed that night. It sounded a bit ominous. There
would be sixteen of them and just me and Tom. Still, first things first,
or at least, the second today.
*
Wednesday May 17th 1944
Wednesday came, bright and clear. I decided to have a lie-in and not
do my run as I expected that we would meet up with the Fifth Formers this
afternoon. My lie-in was a disaster. I finally crawled out of bed at half
past eight with Ma banging on the door. I had to rush breakfast and rush
to school and had my name taken for being late by a smirking Henry Gale.
At least, I think I had my name taken, but no note that I was in detention
appeared during the morning.
The afternoon games was the same as before. Matt and I practised
throwing the discus and then George and Greg appeared clad in shorts and
vests. We set off on the usual route but this time did not stop at the
Cadets' training patch. We passed that with George giving a vigorous two
fingers to any Sixth Formers who might be revising in the hut. However,
George did lead us off on another side path which brought us out into a
sheltered hollow with some logs placed around. George perched on the end
of one and drew out another rather battered pack of Woodbines.
"Got four this time," he announced, "Do you two want one?"
Both Matt and I shook our heads but plonked ourselves, side by side,
on a log facing George. Greg was having a pee to the side and when
finished sat beside George. George flicked a fag towards him and, like
last week, Greg produced the book of matches. We watched as they lit up
and inhaled deeply, interrupted by a cough from Greg.
George blew a cloud of smoke heavenwards and spluttered. Then he
sniggered.
"My young brother thinks he's in the shit," he said, moving closer to
Greg on the log and taking another drag on the cigarette. "He and a couple
of others were tying to measure that little turd Jacobs on Friday at the
back of the bike sheds. You know, that little fat kid with the buck teeth
in 3K. He never goes in the shower so they wanted to see if he's got a
dick like a donkey or nothing at all." He stopped and grinned and snorted,
"Huh..., He said they'd got it out and were trying to get a ruler against
it but he started to blub and they heard someone coming so they scarpered
and hid round the corner."
He looked at us closely with a conspiratorial air and then continued.
"It was Campion and he wanted to know what was happening. The kid said
nothing about what they'd been doing but that some of the bigger boys had
frightened him. Luckily he'd done his flies up by then but my brother had
dropped his ruler which had his name on it and Campion picked it up and
walked off with it. Campion said nothing about it when they had him for
History yesterday morning but Dave's ruler was on his desk yesterday
afternoon. So, he's a bit worried."
"When did he tell you all this?" I asked.
"Last night when I came to bed. I knew there was something wrong so I
asked him what it was."
"And did the kid have a big dick?" Matt asked, surprisingly, I
thought.
"I don't know, " George said, "Dave said they'd only just got his
thing out when he started to howl."
Greg nudged him. "D'you remember when we did it to Johnny Finch and
it was so small you had to stretch it to measure it?"
"Yeah, and look at the size of it now." He stretched his hands an
unbelievable way apart.
"Don't exaggerate, but it's bigger than yours is!" said Greg.
"Shut up, you, just because you won the round robin at camp."
Greg took another drag at the diminishing Woodbine. He blew a ribbon
of smoke towards Matt.
"And what about this marvel you've got?" he said, pointing at Matt's
crotch. "Are you going to give us a view, eh?"
I nudged Matt.
"Go on, I bet you beat both of them."
Matt was going a bit red as Greg and George both stood up, took a
final drag on their ciggies and flicked the dog-ends into the undergrowth
"Going to show us, eh?" said George.
I nudged Matt again.
"Go on, be a sport!"
Matt stood up and very deliberately lowered his PE shorts which fell
to his ankles. He hooked his fingers in the sides of his jockstrap,
pulling the elastic down over his thighs, and then slid it down his
legs. His prick and balls hung limply down. The two boys gave low
whistles.
"Let's see yours," said Matt in a quiet voice.
Two sets of shorts and pants were lowered simultaneously. Although
both boys were several inches taller than Matt neither had anything like
his equipment between their legs. Very slowly Greg's dick began to swell.
He put a hand over it to shield it's rise from view but George promptly
pulled his hand away. A thin, whippy dick stood erect. As I was getting a
swelling sensation as well I hooked my shorts and jockstrap down as well.
The two Fifth-Formers exchanged glances. George pointed to the
jockstraps now round our ankles.
"Where did you get those? There's only a couple of lads in our class
have them."
I said mine had been Chris Gardiner's and I'd been given it with all
sorts of old clobber by his mum and Matt added his father had given him
his. This had a quietening effect on the two lads except that something
was happening to George now. As one might expect his shaft was rising
rapidly and he didn't bother to put a covering hand over it. Rather, he
leaned back to show off the fact that the short stubby cock which had hung
down from his bush finished up well-formed with a hefty thickness. At the
same time Matt shuffled forward and caught hold of Greg's prick just below
the ridge of his knob.
I looked at George who inclined his head and grinned. My own dick
was now fully up and bent back almost painfully against my belly. I also
shuffled forward and very soon the two Fifth Formers were being tossed off,
side by side, with us two Fourth Formers standing just behind them keeping
our strokes matched in speed. They came almost simultaneously. Greg won by
a short head, or skinny dick, with a fair amount of come spurting out over
the log Matt and I had been sitting on.
I pulled back harder on George as I saw Greg about to come and got his
thick foreskin right back over his knob because, up to then although I'd
tried, his skin seemed too tight to get fully back. He outshot Greg in
both amount and distance and stood panting for a few moments. Then he
reached down to his left where Matt was standing and grabbed his tool.
That meant Greg had to shuffle round to where I was standing and he
proceeded to toss me off left-handed. I certainly wasn't used to this.
As he tossed me I tried to think who else had done it that side but my
mind was blank. I was squeezing my buttocks together as he did it with his
hand under my cock and two fingers on one side and his thumb on the other.
He had pulled my foreskin back on the first stroke and his grip was very
tight so what with the wait, which must have set my stuff pretty ready to
shoot, I soon produced a great volley of spunk up and over the log into the
bush behind. I put my hand down to stop Greg as he carried on pulling back
on my cock but the whole of my prick ached madly so I had to do something.
He stopped but held my still stiff dick tightly as we watched George
bringing Matt to his conclusion.
"God, that's a handful to hold!" said George as the final squirts of
Matt's come landed on the log, "Doesn't your arm ache after it?" He
playfully tapped Matt on his biceps. "I bet you've got the biggest muscles
up here as well as down there."
He turned to me.
"And as for you! Where do you get all that stuff? You must have a
fair old production line down there somewhere."
He reached down across Greg and felt my bollocks.
"Nice and loose and just like mine," he said slowly, "They're bigger
than his, aren't they?"
With his other hand he pointed at Greg's swingers which I would have
thought were at least as big as mine. I didn't say anything and George
continued.
"That's the biggest I've ever handled and we've had a few hefty ones
in the Cadets, haven't we, Greg?"
Greg reached down and ran a finger down Matt's now pendulous tool.
"D'you remember, Billy Scott's was a whopper? He always boasted it
was eight inches but I don't think it was."
"You should know," said George giving Greg a nudge and addressing us,
"Billy and he were bunked down together all one wet weekend, weren't you
Greg? And how many times was it? Twelve each wasn't it? And he was only
a little skinny kid then, weren't you, eh Greg? How old, just fourteen,
eh?"
Greg gave a wry smile. "And Billy was just on eighteen, I think, but
we enjoyed ourselves and he taught me a lot. Anyway, what about you, you
went round three whole tents last year and ended up with a sprained wrist,
didn't you?"
George let out a snort. "Yeah, that was my sixteenth birthday
present to everyone on our camping week last August."
He paused and circled his cock with finger and thumb and, with some
difficulty, eased his skin forward to cover his knob.
"Don't often get it back like that. Not for want of trying, though."
He puffed his cheeks as he bent down and drew up his pants and shorts
in one go. The other three of us did the same. George sat down on the log
not splattered with spunk. The other three of us arranged ourselves with
Matt next to him and Greg and me facing him. He drew out the battered
packet of Woodbines again.
"God, I need one after that," he said forcefully, "Two left. Here you
are Greg, you always like a fag after, don't you?" He turned to Matt and
me. "You two can have a drag if you like."
We both shook our heads again. He held a cigarette out for Greg and
the two shared a match. Both drew down lungs full of smoke again.
George looked sideways at Matt and put a hand on his thigh. Matt
moved his knee so it was touching George's own bare thigh.
"You're a hairy little bugger as well, ain't you? God, your legs are
hairier than mine."
Matt moved his leg up and down against George's then spoke in a low
hoarse whisper.
"And what did you actually do on your birthday? 'Cause I shall be
sixteen in September."
George moved his hand so it rested just above Matt's knee. He stroked
the black hairs back with the palm of his hand.
"I tossed them all off, of course. There were three tents of eight
each and as soon as our tent had settled down I went round and whacked them
all off. Greg had gone to the other two tents 'cos I did him first and
told 'em they were in for a pleasant surprise and they weren't to do
anything because I was doing the rounds. It took me over an hour to get
round the lot." He snorted. " I nearly didn't do them all 'cause that sod
Brownie in the third tent wouldn't let me do it to him at first." He put
on a la-di-da voice. "He thought he was too high and mighty for a junior
Cadet to handle his dainty dong, so there!" He reverted to his usual
voice. "But the lads either side of him held him down while I jacked him
off last of all. Then I did it to myself and shot my wad all over him
while the others were holding him and he said he'd have my bollocks so I
gave his a squeeze when I'd finished."
He snorted. "Miserable sod he was but he had his comeuppance..." He
snorted again. "...'Cause by that time most of the others had crowded in
to watch and when I went off to bed with a sore arm through over work most
of them were having another go and Brownie was being held down while a
crowd of them dropped their loads on him." He chortled. "Not bad eh,
twenty-four at a go, including myself?"
I looked down at Matt. The bulge between his legs was definitely
increasing and something of mine was beginning to pulsate.
"And what's a round robin?" Matt asked Greg.
(`Stupid boy!' I thought. After hearing all about Tony's capers at
Scout camp and knowing what happened to the others at Fensham he should
really know. Or, was he just acting dumb? I would find out later!)
"Christ, don't you know?"
Matt looked a bit startled but Greg grinned and carried on.
"Huh, it's just everyone in the tent doing it to each other - of
course, you don't have to do it to yourself, unless you want to...."
In the pause I said, "With eight in a tent that means you have to do
it to seven others and they all have to do it to you, so that's fifty-six
wanks in all..., or sixty-four if you all then do it to yourselves..."
"Yeah, that's right," Greg said, nodding his head, "And it only took
us three nights 'cause we all did three others the first night of camp and
either two or three the other two nights. Then we all did it together in a
circle the next night and that made the sixty-four." He laughed, "That
means we all did it at least once that night..."
I interrupted, "That's an average of sixteen loads a night, isn't it?"
Greg paused, "...My God, your maths is good, that's right - I think we
all shot at least twice nightly all that week, didn't we Georgie?"
George blew out some smoke and mouthed, "And some!"
Greg stuck up two fingers at him and said to us, "Yeah, then the next
night it was his birthday and he went through all three tents."
"Crumbs!" said Matt thoughtfully, "How many have you two done it to
then?"
Greg replied immediately, "Me! Twenty-nine, including this afternoon
so far - but ask him!"
He pointed at George who took a long pull at the cigarette still held
delicately in finger and thumb.
"Forty-five counting you and I'll make it forty-six in about five
minutes after you're pal here obliges me by standing firm."
Matt was looking pensive and then asked, "And did you do it to Henry
Gale?"
Both boys laughed. George said, "You learn very quickly not to fuck
with George at camp."
"But, you might get fucked by George instead, eh Georgie?" said Greg
with a grin.
"Shut up you, just because he made me camp orderly last year and you
lot thought..." He stopped, lunged and poked a fist at Greg who leaned
easily out of the way. I deduced that it was a friendly punch....
"You did though, eh, Georgie?" Greg said, making a fist and wanking
movements.
"Yeah, but that's all," said George rather broodingly.
"I thought so, you wouldn't tell me at the time, you crafty
bastard...." Greg paused and poked his fist at George who made a grab,
missed and shrugged his shoulders. He took a puff at the now almost
finished cigarette.
"And what about that boy Cross?" asked Matt immediately, showing an
inquisitive and loquacious streak which was now becoming quite a feature.
At least, where older boys were concerned.
George flicked his dog-end away. "Oh, our golden haired camp orderly
was snug as a bug in bed in our tent but he needed quite a working
over...."
"Obvious," interjected Greg, "He'd already been at it elsewhere...."
"With Gale?" asked inquisitive Matt.
"Now that would be telling but...." said George.
"...Really, we ought to explain...," interposed Greg, "...But, you
see, Gale and the old Sergeant go down to the pub for a skinful between
eight and ten each evening. Whoever is camp orderly has to see they get to
their right tent when they get back - 'cos they have their own small tents
some way off ours - so all our entertainment goes on while they're at the
pub."
That explained a lot because I was wondering who was in charge.
"Yeah, so as soon as I'd finished young Cross he was booted out to go
and lick Henry's arse as soon as he returned."
"So you didn't do anything to Gale?" asked Matt.
Both boys guffawed.
"Certainly not, he had young Cross this camp to help him get his boots
off!" said George, laughing.
"So Gale didn't know about the round robin or anything?" asked Matt.
"Yeah, of course he did, but when you're nearly eighteen you've been
through it all before," said Greg philosophically, "Old Henry's not too bad
really, at least he kept old Sergeant Moss off our backs."
"But I thought you couldn't drink until you were eighteen," said Matt
with knowledge I hadn't known about.
"I don't think the landlord of a little pub in the country is going to
worry too much about a little matter like that. Anyway, Henry looks
eighteen even if he isn't," said George authoritatively.
"And he's got the dick to prove it," added Greg, flicking his now dead
dog-end into the bush, "He's shown us it enough times, eh George?"
"Yeah, and now it's revelation time, have you and Henry?" asked
George, quizzically, with half-closed eyes.
Greg gave a little snort, "Of course, that weekend camp you didn't
come to...."
"You came, though?"
Greg nodded. "Yeah, there was just Henry and three of us so he had
all presenting arms the first night."
"You wily bugger, you never told me!" George said, beginning to laugh.
"He's certainly a seeker after knowledge, ain't he?"
"Well you never told me about you and him!" Greg said forcefully,
"I've heard about most of your others though."
George laughed. "Old Henry always wants to see if anyone is better
endowed than him, you see," he said, nodding at us.
"I didn't think he had a great deal that day we had him down on the
floor," remarked Matt, "None of those Sixth-Formers have except for Billy
Clarke."
George was grinning all over his face at this remark. "You'd better
watch it, with a dick your size old Henry will be green with envy but he'd
want to check it out in any case."
Matt grimaced but the bulge in his shorts didn't diminish.
George turned and pointed down at the front of my shorts. "And yours
isn't too bad a length either, is it?"
I immediately stepped in front of him and with my hands on my hips
hooked my thumbs into the top of shorts and jock strap and swiftly dropped
them. I held my running vest up against my chest. My prick was already
rigid against my belly.
"Bloody hell, you young kids, always ready for it." He took a good
look at my dick. "I would say that's a good sized rod," George said, I
think, admiringly.
I looked him straight in the face, noticing his acne-cratered cheeks
and a patch of fresh pustules on his forehead.
"That's my nickname, Rod. Nobbo Clarke calls me that. And he calls
him Perch," I said, pointing at Matt who came over and stood beside me,
"And Nobbo's Pole. Actually his brother called us it first."
George snorted again, "You're at the communal games as well with
Billy, eh? Big time stuff there, Sixth Form and all! You must tell us more
some time."
He turned towards Matt and pulled on the legs of his shorts until they
reached his mid-thighs. Matt didn't move a muscle. Then he ran a hand
over the mighty bulge in the pouch of Matt's jockstrap.
"You'd better help him," he said to Greg and turned back to me "And I
don't think this lad can wait any longer, either."
He stood up and quickly dropped his own shorts and pants, turned me
round and stood close behind me so that his thick, stiff prick was pressing
into me. I leaned back against him as he looped his fingers round my cock
and began to toss me off rapidly. I was breathing very deeply when the
spasms hit the base of my cock. Spunk flew again. Perhaps not so much as
before, but the feelings as it jetted out were powerful. I was panting
heavily.
As soon as George started on me Greg had Matt's cock out and was
giving him the left-handed treatment, also very rapidly. I'd come this
second time pretty quickly but Matt took a little while longer. George and
I watched as Greg pounded away on his shaft and Matt produced quite a
sizeable jet of spunk. We changed partners and Greg guided my left hand
round him so I could clutch his balls at the same time. Both of them took
even longer than Matt to come but there were two hefty squirts of pearly
spunk as a reward for our efforts. I gave Greg's balls quite a squeeze as
I felt him coming - not so hard as the time with Mike - he didn't screech
out but he seemed to like it by the sounds he was making. We stood for a
moment or two before we hoisted our attire and sat down again.
"There you are, we've had a half round robin this afternoon and as
you've done it with each other before and so have we that's a full one."
George grinned at us, "Much better than having a run, eh?" He turned to
his pal. "This is quite a favourite place of ours, isn't it Greg?"
Greg only nodded, he was certainly a bit out of breath as I had been.
"Last summer we were here every games afternoon, weren't we Greg? Had
some good times." He looked at me. "And what about you and your pals?"
I told them about Cleggy, Roo and Tony having a race and they both
nodded sagely. I said I only had four to go and all of them were Cadets.
On hearing their names both laughed and George said all of them were at his
birthday party, as he called it, and I shouldn't have any difficulty in
getting them to participate. He said he thought almost all the Fifth
Formers had completed their rounds of their form, he certainly had and so
had Greg. But George's score of forty-six and Greg's of thirty! I would
have to tell Tony and Roo to pull their socks up - or whatever!
Rather wearily, we decided we'd better make our way back to school and
set off at a much slower pace than we'd started with. As usual no hot
water but Matt had to do some shopping for his mum so I cycled home alone.
When I got there I had a quick swill down and was glad I hadn't had my run
this morning as two runs and two wanks would have been very tiring.
Actually, that night I wasn't too tired as I just had to have a third
in bed night thinking of the afternoon's news and wishing I was in the
Cadets as well, even if Henry Gale might want to examine my prick!
*
Thursday morning I got waylaid by Nobbo as soon as Huggy let us go at
break time. He wanted to know if I would like to go to the pictures with
him and Cleggy on Saturday. I said Cleggy was no pal of mine having had to
do all those lines. Nobbo said Cleggy would do mine in future if I asked as
he was already doing seven other lots and anyway we didn't have Campion
again until Monday and Cleggy had promised to be good for the rest of the
week. At any rate they had something to ask me which was very important.
I shrugged my shoulders and agreed to meet up at Nobbo's at two o'clock.
As a bribe he said his mum was leaving some tea as she was on duty.
To be continued: