Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2002 14:17:44 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 5

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of your country or district please desist.  If you are a bigot or
prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking
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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 5

			      September 20th

Monday was a fairly quiet day with Van being positively delightful to us
all in the afternoon as the winning result had obviously pleased him
greatly.  We all, players or not, bathed in his cheerfulness.  He didn't
even give Matt a tongue-lashing when he made an awful botch up in some
translation about Madame and her abominable son, Lupin.  He merely remarked
that he only wished Matt would pass his French as well as he had passed out
the ball in the match.  A very mild rebuke which did nothing for Matt's
nerves, his finger was up his snout straight away.  I nudged him and
whispered all would be well after Ma had given him some tuition.  He seemed
rather relieved and Van asked him no more during the lesson but saved his
remaining ire for Jim Masters for fumbling his French in the same way as he
had fumbled the ball a couple of times on Saturday.  I wasn't called on at
all to participate so all in all, with everything else, a pleasant sort of
day.

     After school Matt and I walked to the sheds to collect our bikes.

     "I thought I was in for it, then!" he muttered, "But Van was in a very
good mood, wasn't he?"

     I nodded, "He was only nasty to Jim and that was because he wasn't
used to being out on the wing.  Why did he want to play there, anyway?"

     "Oh, apparently his dad played on the wing when he was at the school
and he was coming to watch."

     I remembered a tall, mustachioed man on the side of the pitch who was
rather vociferous when the ball went anywhere near Jim. "Oh, I know, he was
the chap who kept calling out!  I expect Jim was a bit nervous."

     "That's the trouble with dads they do expect you to be good at
everything. Don't they?"

     "Does your dad?"

     "Yeah, every time he writes home or comes home he always wants to know
what I've been doing."

     "Mine leaves me alone most off the time, he's very busy.  It's my Ma
who checks up on me!"

     "So does mine, but my dad is away a lot up in Scotland at the base so
he doesn't get home very much."

     We were riding home by this time and I wanted to know more about what
Matt's dad had said to him but I changed the subject and said that while he
was chatting to mum I would get the engine ready.  Just as I opened the
back door our phone rang.  It was Ma, apologising because she wouldn't be
home for another half-an-hour and would see Matt then, if he could wait.
He nodded assent and I told Ma and took him up to my bedroom.

     "You said your dad's in the Navy didn't you?"

     "Yep, he's a Commander in charge of some depot or other in Scotland."

     "So you don't see him much?"  As this conversation was progressing I
had begun to change out of my school togs.

     "No, but he manages to get home about every two months."

     "You were going to tell me a bit more about what he said to you about
growing up."

     "Was I?"

     "I thought you were `cos you didn't seem to finish on Friday.  You
said he told you about things.  What did you mean?"

     I had turned to face him and was absently scratching myself just above
my groin.  He was looking at me with a studied air and was obviously rather
hesitant.  I thought I had better start to get dressed as time was getting
on so I put on my other shorts.

     "You said things would happen and you wouldn't be a boy any more - you
would be growing up."

     He pondered a moment, then said rather slowly, "Well, you know, get
bigger down there and have feelings."

     I took the plunge, - "I get feelings alright, and make things happen!
- make stuff, you know!"

     He looked visibly relieved, "Oh, Jacko, so do I - my dad said I wasn't
to worry if I had to as all boys do it."

     He came over to me and stood close. "Can I ask you something?"

     "Of course."

     "How did you find out you could?"

     "My cousin told me and showed me last Easter."

     "So you haven't known very long?"

     I explained that when Alun had done it to me I didn't shoot any stuff
but it felt good and it was only since Tony had told me he'd found out in
the holidays that I'd tried again and could come properly.  He looked even
more relieved.

     "You say Tony does?"

     "Yep, and he told me about lots more doing it when he was at camp, you
know, Cleggy and Roo and Ginger Hare."

     "So you haven't done it long then?"

     "No, about ten days, that's all."

     "I beat that, I found out I could make it happen before I was
thirteen!"

     "What?  When you were in the Second form, two years ago?"  I was
rather startled to say the least.

     He nodded vigorously.  "Yes, just before, in the summer holidays."

     "How did you find out?  Did someone show you?"

     He started to tell me at such a rate it seemed as if a cork had popped
and his tale was all bubbling out.

     "Oh no! it all started when I woke up one night and I must have made a
noise or called out 'cause my mum came in to see if I was alright.  I said
I felt all hot and sticky and she told me to change my pyjamas and when I
took them off my trousers were all wet and my thing was all swollen up.
Mum said I'd had a nightmare and I should have made sure I'd been to the
lav before going to bed.  I was a bit puzzled 'cos it wasn't sweat or pee
on me but it was all sticky and my thing was quite stiff.  Then it happened
again a few nights later but I woke up just as this stuff was coming out.
I didn't make a noise but had a good look and it was white and sticky and
my thing was ever so stiff and hard.

     Well, next night I was looking at my thing just before I got into bed
and it went all hard again and I squeezed it up and down and more stuff
came out in my hand.
  I got ever so worried but I couldn't stop 'cos I did it every night after
that to make stuff and it felt ever so nice doing it and then dad told me
about it next time he was on leave just before we started back to school.
My mum must have said about me waking up like that 'cause he came in the
bathroom one night when I was in the bath and asked if I'd had any more
nightmares.  I said I thought I had and then he said I wasn't to worry 'cos
boys often woke up like that when they were growing up.  He said 'come on
then I'll see you to bed'.  When I got out of the bath he said he could see
I was growing up and then came into the bedroom and tucked me into bed and
sat down beside me.

      He said he was going to tell me about boys getting older and that I
would notice lots of things happening like hair growing.  He said like I
had down there and he had down there as well.  I knew that 'cause I'd seen
him in the bathroom lots of times with nothing on and I'd been ever so
pleased when I saw I'd got hair coming down there as well 'cos I thought I
would be just like him.  Then he said if things happened at night when I
was asleep that was called a wet dream, but I haven't woken up since with
it happening 'cause I still do it most nights."

     He stopped for a moment as I stood rather open-mouthed at all these
revelations because Alun hadn't said anything about wet dreams and I
certainly hadn't had one, yet.  He continued rather quickly as if he was
bursting to get a heavy load off his chest.

     "He told me lots more about growing up and that my thing, my penis he
said it was called, would grow as well and I would get hair on my legs and
under my arms and perhaps even on my chest later.  I liked that 'cos my
dad's got lots of hair all over his front.  He said that boys often got
excited and made stuff come when they weren't asleep.  I must have nodded
'cause he said 'you've found out, have you?'  I said 'yes' and he grinned
at me and said he thought so, I wasn't to worry about it `cause it doesn't
do any harm but I should keep it to myself.  He asked if I wanted to know
any more but I said no `cause there was so much he told me and I didn't
know what to ask so I'm glad you told me about you and your cousin and
about Tony."

     "Yeah, why?"

     "Well, `cause I didn't really know if other boys did it as well all
the time although I was almost sure they did."

     "What do you mean?"

     "Oh, well you know I told you about those two mucking about before
sports day last term,...."

     "Yes?"

     ...."Well, that's when I found out a bit about other boys doing it as
well."

     Christ, so Matt had been doing it over two years and wondering about
others.  Who did he say was doing discus practice?

     "Did you say it was Nobbo's brother doing the discus?"

     "Yeah, him and that big Andy Symes."  He paused, but he obviously
wanted to tell someone all about it as something was worrying him.

     I prompted him, "What did you say they were doing?"

     "Oh, they were mucking about and seeing who had the hairiest legs.  I
could see Billy Clarke had but he said Andy was a real hairy bastard and
then he pointed at my legs and said to Andy `look at that one too'.  Mine
are a bit hairy but not as much as theirs.  Anyway they laughed and I
couldn't hear what they said next but it was something about me.  Soon
after that Andy suggested we packed up as they'd had enough practice and
said why didn't we go round to his house as we could shower there and we
needn't change before we went `cos in any case he had changed at home at
lunch time ready for the sports practice.
  If you remember it was a very hot day so we went and collected our things
and cycled off a long time before school finished.  Andy Symes only lives
in the next street to the school in one of those big houses."

     He paused a moment for breath but then hurried on.  "Anyway, when we
got there it was a long time before four o'clock and he said his mum was at
work and wouldn't be home until after six.  We had some lemonade and then
we went up to his room.  Billy said he wanted a shower there and then
`cause he was hot and took off his shorts and singlet and one of those
elastic things."  He waved his hands around.

     "That's a jockstrap."

     "Oh, yes, that's what he called it.  And then Andy did the same, but
he had pants on underneath like me.  Andy said didn't I want a shower so I
took all my things off as well.  We went into a big bathroom and Andy stood
in the bath which had a shower up high and turned it on.  Then Billy got in
and stood by him and they rubbed soap on each other and I stood on the mat
watching.  Billy said come on you as well and held out his hand and we all
stood in the bath together.  Billy pushed me round under the water and
rubbed the soap down my front and in my hair down there and onto my thing.
He laughed and said 'congratulations, Matt, you're very well-hung for a
young-un'.  Then he said I'd got a much bigger package than his stupid
little brother, Tony - you know, Nobbo in our class.  Andy was roaring with
laughter too and said 'come on, let's have a look at your pudding' and
grabbed my thing and it was all slippery and soapy and he rubbed it a bit.
Well, I couldn't help it but it went hard and Andy laughed again and
slapped me on the back and said 'look at the size of the shaft this child
has got, it's as big as ours, ain't it Bill?'.

      I could see their things were beginning to go up stiff as well and
mine was just as big as theirs even though they were much taller and
heftier than me.  They're both almost as tall as my dad.  Billy asked if I
liked pulling it and I said 'yes' so he said 'so do I and so does young
Tony and I know that bastard Andy does, he can't keep his hands off that
great fat prick of his!'."

     He paused, "You know, Jacko, when you said on Friday about you
wondering if they pulled anything else I thought you knew something!....."

     I shook my head, he smiled and continued, "Well, Andy said he could do
with one now and we looked as if we did so why didn't we do it together.
Billy said come on then and reached over and turned the shower off.  He
asked me if I had pulled my pudding with anyone else before.  I said I
hadn't and he said 'Christ, I don't believe it with a horn like that but
there's always a first time'.  Billy said we could do it in a line so we
got out of the bath and they put me in the middle as I was shorter than
them.  They both started off and I watched a moment until Andy said 'come
on kiddo, get going'.  I was all worked up and I didn't have to do much
before I was ready and my stuff all shot out first, then Billy shot and
Andy last.

     Billy put his arm round my shoulder and said I was a randy little sod
to come so quick and he bet his brother didn't shoot so much as that.  Andy
said if he hadn't already done it that morning he would have beat me to it
but had I enjoyed it `cos he had.  I said I had `cause I hadn't done it
like that with anyone else before.  Andy slapped me on the back and said,
just ask me kiddo, anytime!  We all got back in the bath and finished off
our shower.  Then we got dressed and sat and they chatted for quite a long
time about the Boys' Brigade they were in and I listened.  I wanted to ask
all sorts of questions but I didn't dare in case they laughed at me for not
knowing."

     I interrupted the flow, I wondered if he noticed I had a hardon myself
now `cos my shorts had quite a lump at the front, "I wanted to ask my
cousin Alun all sorts of things as well but I did find out quite a lot in
the end, and he didn't laugh at me.  And I expect Billy and Nobbo do it
together `cause my cousins do, and he said Nobbo does it, didn't he?"

     He nodded. "You're lucky having cousins who tell you things.  I didn't
know that other boys did it together all the time until you told me on
Friday.  I wanted to see Andy in the holidays to ask him things but he
never seemed to be there when I cycled past his house and now he's in the
Sixth Form I haven't seen him to talk to at school and I didn't like to say
anything to Nobbo."

     He obviously wanted to unburden his considerable anxieties in one go.
"What did my dad mean when he said I should keep it to myself if Andy and
Billy liked doing it together like that and Billy knows Nobbo does it?"

     "I don't know, if he told you about it when you were in the Second
form perhaps he knew that other boys wouldn't be doing it so young as you
so you shouldn't boast.  I didn't know until ten days ago that I could
shoot stuff but Tony told me Roo and Cleggy have been jacking off quite a
time and I did feel a bit jealous. It seems you learn a lot more if you've
got older brothers or you're in the Scouts or Cadets or Boys' Brigade and
go to camp. And we haven't got any brothers and we're not in the Scouts or
anything but I have got cousins.  Anyway people don't seem to talk about it
much and Tony says Vince has to pray if he does it."

     He looked rather puzzled at this last information but went on, "I
wondered whether anyone else did it, you know, what d'you call it.....,
jacking off...., but no one actually said anything before.  They just said
things like Cleggy does about cocks or pricks and who has the biggest so I
didn't know.  And I've looked after games in the showers to see who had
hair like me and I saw quite a few had some last year, like Danny Ross and
Dave Morgan, and everyone's got some now.  I wish I could have asked Andy
Symes more in the holidays!"

     I though I'd better tell him about me and interrupted him again, "I
really didn't begin to look carefully even after Alun showed me until I
found out I could make stuff properly although I had noticed that you'd
quite a bit of hair down there in the summer when you were changing once. I
wasn't really interested, but I am now.  You've got more hair than anyone
else in our form, did you know?  And I think your cock's the biggest too!"

     He smiled delightedly but our conversation was brought to rather an
abrupt halt as I heard Ma's key in the lock.

     "Hey, Matt, Ma's home - we can talk more later and I'll get this
engine working as soon as I get back from my piano lesson.  It's only half
an hour tonight and I've only got to go across the road."

     Ma called up the stairs and Matt ran down smiling and looking quite
relaxed.  My hardon also went down but a bit more slowly as I picked up my
music-case and followed him downstairs.

     Mrs Tring was very happy with progress and told me to keep up daily
practice.  I told her I made certain I practised every day, keeping my
fingers crossed she didn't ask what!  I got back indoors and fired up the
engine and all was going well by the time Ma had finished with Matt.  He
appeared at my door still smiling broadly.

     "Your mum says I'm OK but I need to work on my vocabulary and she's
given me some exercises to do to bring on Wednesday.  She said you would
show me the engine while she got tea ready."

     I showed the much happier Matt how it worked and hitched it up to a
model pump to show it off.  I don't know if Matt was more pleased with
seeing the engine work or with having told me about himself, his worries
and his adventures.  I wouldn't have minded an adventure with Matt at this
minute but Ma soon called up that tea was ready.
  Over tea Ma asked Matt how he liked school and so on and he chatted away
quite merrily, leaving me to my thoughts.  When we were collecting his
books upstairs he asked if I would like to see his stamp collection some
day.  I said I would, so he said what about Thursday, then, after games.  I
said OK and went downstairs with him to see him off.  As we went outside he
whispered he wished he had a cousin like mine or a brother or friend who
told him things.  I said Tony had said exactly the same but at least he had
found out some things from his father and anyway we could talk on Thursday.

     When I was in bed that night I thought about all the things Matt had
told me about his nightmares and wet dreams, which I'd never had, and what
his father had said to him and what the three of them had done together at
Andy's.  I envied him that he'd been able to have all these marvellous
feelings I was now having in my cock and between my legs for so much longer
than me, but, Oh Matt, it was so good now as I got faster and faster and
here I was, coming again, lots and lots!

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 and Military Sections: Aug 2002)

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