Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2003 22:57:39 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening: Part 53
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 32
Part One
Saturday July 22nd 1944
The journey to Grandpa and Grandma's took ages. We had to catch a train
from Kerslake and then change trains to reach Chester. The last part was
on a branch line from Chester, stopping at the halt in the village which
was about half a mile from my grandparents' house.
Matt was very stoical about the journey - it was tedious, but I'd done
it several times before so knew exactly where we had to change trains.
Also, I had the route mapped out on a postcard just in case. In fact I was
the one who was a little bit querulous. I didn't know what I was letting
myself in for, especially letting my cousins loose on Matt. Matt, my
rather reserved but oversexed friend was about to meet Alun and Rhys, two
rather extrovert lads and also oversexed. Was it a good mixture? I would
be in the middle - quiet, dependable, quite sociable, and somewhat
oversexed as well!
So, it was getting late in the afternoon when at long last the ancient
locomotive puffed it's way along the line and ground to a steaming,
whistling stop at the halt. I had said we were approaching journey's end
as we came round a bend a few hundred yards back so Matt was at the open
window above the door looking out and, as we came to a standstill, he
unlatched the door and was first out on the platform. The halt was just
that, a strip of platform and a brick building, with the station-keeper's
house attached.
A woman bustled out of the building as I descended from the train,
after passing out our bags to Matt. She was a cheery sort and bade us
welcome and asked if I was Master Thomson because my cousins were waiting
for me. She was the station-keeper and took our tickets and then preceded
us through to the roadway outside.
As we walked past her there were Alun and Rhys standing, in shorts and
shirts, grinning all over their silly faces, because they then did deep
obeisance to us both and swept imaginary hats off their heads, much to the
amusement of the stout lady.
"Welcome, dear sirs," intoned Rhys, bowing low again, "No carriage
awaits but your loyal servants will guide you triumphantly unto your
destination."
Matt looked at me and I raised my eyebrows. I thought I'd better play
their game so I bowed as well.
"Right, my men," I said in as an authoritative tone as I could muster,
"Take our bags and lead the way!"
Bowing low again the two lads swept up our suitcases, moaning loudly
about the weight and put them down again. The woman, giggling and shaking
her head, disappeared through the garden gate of the station-keeper's
house.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce us," said Rhys to me. "We came
all this way to meet you and we're treated as coolies." He tossed his head
in a gesture of disdain and had to rescue his glasses which threatened to
slip off his nose.
"Silly ass," said Alun, "It was his idea to do the bowing and
scraping." He walked up to Matt. "If my little cousin won't introduce us
properly, I'm Alun." He stuck out his hand.
"Just like meeting Bran," I said to Matt, who, instead of introducing
himself burst out laughing.
I thought I'd better do it properly. "Matt, this is my cousin
Alun,..." They shook hands. "...And this is his elder brother, Rhys."
Rhys clasped Matt's hand in both of his, bent his head down as if to
impart a kiss.
"I'm poor and simple and honest but all my earthly goods I bestow upon
thee...... .....And don't believe a word my little cousin tells you."
"Stop acting the goat," I said. I turned to Matt. "Take no notice of
him, he's always playing the fool." I looked at Rhys. "And a bit less of
the 'little cousin', please."
Both Rhys and Alun came over to me and stood either side of me.
"Look, Matt, it's true," said Alun, "He is our little cousin."
I suppose I was, both Alun and Rhys were taller than me, of course.
Both had grown in the few months since I had seen them and Rhys was now a
lanky six footer and Alun wasn't far behind. I was growing fast but I had
still a way to go to reach their heights.
"OK, OK," I said, "I'm shorter at the moment, but I'm still
growing...."
"....And so am I," chimed in Matt.
"Just wait and see!" I said, not being able to resist it.
Matt poked me in the side, a move not unnoticed by my cousins who
looked at each other and positively leered.
With that they did pick up our bags and we set off up the lane.
Although Matt had been a bit apprehensive about meeting my cousins he
walked in front with Rhys and they were soon conversing away as if they'd
known each other for ages. I walked along beside Alun who said they'd
arrived on Thursday but they had to go back next Saturday as he had to
start work again on the Monday. Grandpa had shown them an old motor-bike
in the garage and he had started cleaning it up, but, unfortunately he
didn't think there was any spare petrol. Anyway, he said he was glad to see
me and there were plenty of smashing places to explore up in the hills.
Grandma was waiting in the front garden when we arrived. I was
enveloped in one of her famous hugs and Matt got an effusive welcome and a
big hug as well. Rhys and Alun stood and giggled but Grandma said any
friends of her grandsons were to be treated equally. After further
introductions she said high tea would be ready in fifteen minutes so we'd
better take our things up to our room and have a wash. Always a wash. Why
did grownups always think boys needed a wash?
Alun and Rhys literally pushed us up the stairs and rushed us along
the corridor to our room. I remembered it was the one Ma and Pa always had
when we stayed here.
A big double room with a large bed and a great view up to the hills from
the bay window. They disappeared off as they had been instructed to help
Mary, Grandma's elderly maid and general companion, to carry dishes and
food into the breakfast room ready for high tea. As they went out Rhys
said they had the room next door and we were not to be long as they were
hungry.
Matt surveyed the room as soon as the door closed behind my fast
retreating cousins.
"I was a bit scared meeting your cousins," he said, "but I like them.
Rhys says he wants go into the Navy when he's called up but his eyesight's
bad."
"What do you think of Alun?" I asked, not dwelling on Rhys's rather
thick glasses..
"Don't know, said Matt pensively, "I haven't really spoken to him yet.
Seems OK. You get on well with him so I suppose I will."
We went over to the window and looked out. I nudged him.
"I get on with him - he taught me... You know..." I whispered.
"You were lucky, I had to find it out by myself," Matt said with some
feeling.
"But we've done some finding out together, haven't we?" I said,
nudging him again.
He snickered and then turned and took a look around the room. He
smiled approvingly and then said he did feel a bit hot and sticky. I said
the bathroom was across the corridor so he disappeared off as I undid my
haversack and got out my own washing kit then undid my suitcase and got out
my pyjamas and trusty towel. Oh Ma, packing pyjamas! But then, I would
have to make the trek across the corridor to get to the lav.
Matt soon returned and I went and had a pee and a quick catlick. I
was hot and sweaty too, but a proper wash would have to wait as Rhys was
calling up the stairs saying food was ready.
Food was ready. A big plate of bread and butter plus a plate with
thinly cut ham and a dish of fried eggs. Ham and eggs? Rations? Then
Grandpa appeared and after introductions explained he had lots of chickens
and had a slightly illegal - for a solicitor - bartering scheme with a
local farmer for a bit of ham and, sometimes, a leg of lamb, in exchange
for eggs!
Gosh, I found I was suddenly extra hungry. Food disappeared down my
gaping maw while the others ate more slowly as they discussed the general
progress of the war, with Alun and Rhys, especially, taking the lead. In
the end, replete, I sat back contented. Grandpa eyed me quizzically.
"Not much to say for yourself, eh, Jacko?"
"Couldn't get a word in edgeways," I replied.
"Yes," he said, "Your cousins would win the war if it depended on
talk, eh?"
"Grandad!" they said in unison.
Pudding then appeared. Apple pie and custard - my favourite. Even
had cloves in. Ma always moaned she had run out and they were
unobtainable. Silence reigned for once as all enjoyed the taste and
texture and, yes, would I like a second helping? Yes, please!
I think all were amazed at the way I put food away. But then, Grandma
must have been used to it having brought up three growing boys of her own.
Finally, Grandpa pushed his chair back and stood up.
"Chickens," he announced.
Rhys and Alun grinned at each other, they were in the know.
"Chickens," repeated Grandpa, "Need to be put to bed. That fox has
been around again so we have to put them safely to roost." He looked
around the table. "Coming?"
Grandma pointed at the empty plates. We boys stood, piled the plates
together and Rhys and Alun took them to the kitchen where I could hear Mary
talking to someone. Someone to help her with the washing-up I guessed.
Grandpa then lead the way with Matt and me following, followed by Alun
and Rhys soon after. It was a lovely evening - still bright and sunny and
would be for some time with Double Summer Time. Grandpa made his way to a
gate in the fence by the side of the house which led into a paddock which
had several chicken runs and chicken houses.
As soon as the chickens saw grandpa they started running towards the
fencing separating them from us. He produced several handfuls of grain
from the capacious pockets of an old hacking jacket he had put on and threw
it all into the pens. There was much cackling and scratching around in the
grass.
"Got to keep the blighters happy and then they'll lay plenty of eggs.
Right, once they've finished we have to get them into the houses."
Sooner said then done. As the five of us entered the first pen so the
blighters scattered and needed a lot of shooing and waving of arms before
they were all in the safety of their roost. As there were four more pens
to be cleared Rhys suggested we each took one. We did and Matt showed
unknown expertise at chicken rustling. He had all his in and the door
latched while I was still waving and flapping at two recalcitrant old
biddies who squawked and skittered away as soon as I approached. At last,
without me doing anything there was a final squawk and they went up the
little ramp by themselves. It was then left to Grandpa to get the rooster
into his pen where he crowed loudly to show he was boss.
All this done Rhys said we could go up the lane a bit to see where we
would be going in the morning. Grandpa went back indoors after saying we
shouldn't be too long. Off up the lane we went and entered a large sloping
field with a few sheep still grazing. It was a perfect English summer's
evening and I thought what a horrible world it was away from here with
people fighting and killing and dying. I thought of Chris Gardiner flying
somewhere in Italy. Was he dropping bombs or firing machine-guns at people
or were people firing at him? I mumbled something like this to Rhys who
caught hold of my arm and said he had exactly the same thoughts as two boys
from his school had been killed in an air-raid on part of Cardiff .
We sat on the grass and watched the sheep while Alun and Matt were
deep in conversation looking into a ditch that ran by the side of the
field. In the end Rhys said we should get back as Grandma always went to
bed early. We ambled back and we boys played cards together while Grandpa
and Grandma snoozed in deep easy chairs until Grandma woke and said it was
time for her bed. Grandpa also got up and said he would lock up and leave
us to come up to bed when we were ready and not to switch lights on unless
the blackout curtains were pulled.
It was still a bit light when we all decided it was time for our beds
as well. We went quietly up the stairs so as not to disturb the
grandparents or Mary who had a room near them. The four of us parted and
went into our rooms. That is, except for Matt who made a beeline for the
lav.
I had stripped off to my underpants by the time he returned looking
very pleased with himself.
"Better now," he enthused as he came in and closed the door carefully
behind him. "Needed a good shit, pardon my French." He looked at me.
"Merde isn't it?" he asked. I nodded I did know that word and I wondered
where he had learned it. He enlightened me. "Julia says it when things go
wrong - often!" He grinned and looked at me in my underpants. "Bed?"
I nodded again and slipped off my pants. The usual happened. My
unruly dong began to thicken and stiffen. Matt hadn't noticed so I went
over to the bay window and looked up to the hills beyond in the gathering
dusk. Very soon Matt joined me, also nude, and put an arm round my
shoulder.
"Lovely here, isn't it?" he said, "I like Kerslake but it's a bit flat
compared with this. I shall look forward to exploring up there." He
leaned onto my shoulder. "And I know a little boy who needs a good wash.
If Julia thinks I stink, I know you do!"
"Well I have been cooped up all day on a hot train next to the
stink-merchant himself. And just because you've been making an extra stink
out there I've stayed in here."
He sniggered. "But I did wash after I'd finished - and the bathroom's
quite separate from the lav, so, get out there and wash your smelly self."
I disengaged myself and, departed to the bathroom, in the nude only to
be bumped into by Rhys who was just leaving it clad just in shorts. He
looked me up and down approvingly.
"Nice one, Jacko. You've grown!"
With that he scooted past me, slapped my backside and disappeared into
the bedroom next to ours, giggling. I went into the bathroom. After
carefully locking the door I gave myself a good wash, all the stinky bits -
under arms, round my cock (now lolling downwards) and then my feet.
Satisfied by sniffing at my armpits I made my way back into the bedroom.
There was only muffled laughter coming from the room next door. Good, I
thought, this house is well-built and any sounds wouldn't carry far.
Matt was sitting in the bay window on a cane-bottomed chair gazing out
into the twilight. Thoughtful boy - he had put my trusty towel on the
chair first so he wouldn't get a patterned backside. He turned and stood
as I put my wash-bag on the dressing-table.
"Bed?"
He had only uttered that one word when the door opened very quietly.
Two nude creatures entered sporting the usual Thomson hardons. My dick
responded immediately and became the third Thomson hardon. The three
Thomsons stood side by side and looked at Matt. His monstrous dick also
responded and to a round of quiet, polite applause, it rose until it was
also fully erect. Rhys whistled softly.
"The Thomsons will have to suppress any thoughts of superiority.
Congratulations!"
In the increasing darkness I could see Matt's prick very clearly. He
very slightly beat both Rhys and Alun whose dicks now rose as identical as
twins to what I guessed was just on seven inches. I knew that was Matt's
length as he'd told me his measurements on our last wank together when he
said he was worried it was still growing! Worried it was still growing, my
God! I wish mine would hurry up and get even as big as my cousins'. Rhys
smiled at Matt and stepped over to him.
"May I?" he asked with perfect grammar.
Matt panted slightly and his massive tool quivered. Rhys stood by his
side and ringed the shaft with practised fingers. I rescued my towel from
the chair and chucked it on the floor. Just in time it seemed as Matt soon
leaned back and out shot his first load of the day all over my towel.
"Thanks," he murmured as he got his breath back.
Alun came and stood by me. "Your turn big boy!" he said and gripped
my tool.
I wasn't far behind Matt in time. I had already felt things happening
down below while I watched Rhys beating Matt's meat. I gave them all the
Jacko Thomson treat! Five huge squirts of my pearly boy spunk shot up in
the air and luckily, because of the elevation, landed on the towel. I was
breathing very deeply as Matt came behind me and Alun and I felt his hand
searching for Alun's cock which was pressed, upright, in my arse
crack. When I could I moved forward, unfortunately stepping on the towel
and getting a sticky splodge of spunk on the sole of my foot. I hopped
over to Rhys and as Matt wanked off Alun I did the same to Rhys. Both boys
were spunked up and ready. I had Rhys's foreskin right back and he was
breathing noisily through his open mouth when he leaned back heavily
against me and let fly. My aim was to get him to shoot upward but I
misjudged it a bit and two of his squirts went across the towel and landed
on Alun's shin. Alun reciprocated as Matt's bomb-aiming was even worse.
Rhys got one squirt on his stomach from across the towel and another on his
right thigh. The Thomson trio demonstrated superior fire power!
*
I woke next morning feeling very contented. I rolled over in the bed
and bumped into Alun's hard young body. I thought back to the last time
I'd shared a bed with him and the pleasure we'd had. Last night had been
very intense too. After that initial four-way wank Rhys had led an
absolutely compliant Matt out of the room while Alun and I, with the now
damp towel between us, snuggled up in bed together. We didn't need the
towel because, after a whispered chat together, we ended up each head to
cock and licked and sucked each other slowly until both came with
tremendous orgasms. As we surfaced and locked lips and shared each other's
spunk Alun put his arms round me and hugged me tight. We separated and I
took a deep breath and relaxed absolutely at peace and content with myself
and my little world. Alun moved his head towards me and whispered in my
ear.
"My little cousin has certainly grown the last few months. My mouth
feels quite stretched. You're certainly a Thomson!"
"I'm not so little then," I said, feeling very pleased, "And, I'm
still growing! Anyway, you're not too bad yourself...." Here Alun pinched
a fleshy bit of my leg.... ".....Ouch! I was going to say you probably
haven't finished growing yet. You'd be bigger than Rhys then!"
"Dick or height?"
"Both probably - you're almost as tall as him now!"
He laughed softly, nibbled my ear and the next thing I knew it was
morning.
I slipped out of bed and rooted around in the wardrobe where I had put
my running kit. I dressed quickly and was downstairs and out of the
kitchen door. I didn't know where to go but set off up the lane we'd
walked along the night before. Even though it was only about seven in the
morning it was quite warm and I ran steadily up following a low stone wall.
I followed the wall until the lane began to turn and twist down the side of
the low hill. It must have been at least a mile and a half since I started
so I turned and ran back. As I got to the gate Alun was standing, watching
me, wearing just a pair of rugger shorts and plimsolls.
"Gosh, Jacko, I certainly haven't got your energy or stamina. Must be
all that food you tuck away!"
I stuck my tongue out at him and loped across the garden to the
kitchen door. Alun was close behind me and we ran upstairs to the bed
room. He closed the door behind us and, without warning, picked me up and
put me on the bed. My shorts and jockstrap were round my calves in a
moment with my singlet rucked up under my armpits.
"I'll test your stamina a bit further," Alun said and lowered his
head.
My limp dick and balls were sucked into his mouth. I wasn't limp for
long - at least I was soon long... and hard. I was panting a bit from
running but this increased until my legs started to jerk and twitch as I
reached the crest of that particular hill. Alun swallowed noisily as I
flooded his mouth. He raised his head and my dick flopped to my belly
still oozing cum. He bent his head again and touched the tip of my nose
with his sticky tongue.
"My turn now," he whispered.
He turned from me and lay on the bed with his feet on the floor. He
undid the buttons on his shorts and they dropped down his legs as he
wriggled his bum away from the bed. No way could I get his cock and balls
into my mouth in one go. He was fully erect. His close on seven inches
sheathed in his very neat foreskin. I kicked off my running shorts and
jockstrap and knelt between his legs and lapped at his balls. He moaned
softly. I licked slowly up his length and dug the tip of my tongue into
the gap between the end of his foreskin and his cock head. He moaned more
and I felt his thighs twitch against me. I held the end of his still
sheathed cock between my lips and gently inserted the tip of my tongue
further into his foreskinned end. I couldn't get far because as I pushed
with my tongue so his foreskin rolled down his hard, fleshy knob. In the
end I resorted to bobbing my head up and down and licking his now-exposed,
oh-so-sensitive knob. I knew it was sensitive because his moans and
twitches were increasing and increasing. His prick swelled in my mouth
just as I put a hand under me and held his balls. I gave them a slight
squeeze. He squealed rather than moaned and launched at least six pulses
of spunk which bounced off the roof of my mouth and streamed out of my open
mouth. I swallowed and tasted some but most dripped down my chin and
landed on the bottom sheet of the bed. Too bad.
I stood up. A bit unsteadily. No wonder. I'd already run about three
miles and also had a terrific orgasm and worked my cousin to an equally
marvellous ending. Alun sat up slowly a great smile on his face. He
looked down at his own still erect tool and then at me. My cock was also
still fully rigid.
"Snap!" he said, "We're both Thomsons. Quick to rise and slow to
deflate." He put a hand out round my thigh. "Gosh, Jacko, that was good,
wasn't it?"
Who was I to disagree. A perfect start to the day. An even more
perfect next happening would be a good breakfast. We both had the same
thought.
"Come on," said Alun, "Quick wash, then food!"
I retrieved my shorts and tugged them on, Alun did the same with his
and we went together to the bathroom and shared the basin of hot water
giggling as we lathered our now both sweaty selves. As we were finishing
someone rattled the door knob. It was Rhys, in pyjama trousers, without
his glasses, peering rather short-sightedly at me when I opened the door.
A great grin then lit up his acne-ravaged face.
"Is old spunk-dust in there with you 'cause he's not in your room?"
'Old spunk-dust' appeared behind me.
"Watch your uncouth language in front of my young cousin!" he said. I
noted there was no 'little' now. "God, your pimples want dealing with!"
"Shut your row, brother dear. Why do you think I'm here at this
ungodly hour? I've got to have a wash and put some of Doctor Jessup's
ointment on them."
"Where's Matt?" I asked.
"Sleeping the sleep of he just - or just after," Rhys said with
another grin. "Didn't like to wake him he looked so peaceful."
Peaceful! My foot. Worn out, I expect.
We vacated the bathroom and Rhys went in bearing his jar of wondrous
unguent. I thought, poor Rhys, I was glad that scourge hadn't hit me hard,
yet. As we went into the bedroom I looked at Alun's face. He certainly
had a few more reddish pustules than when I had seen him at Christmas but
he wasn't so heavily blemished as wretched Rhys.
I dressed, as did Alun, in shorts and shirt. He admired my rather
neat corduroy shorts and I told him about Chris Gardiner's legacy to me.
As he'd shown me the two dirty mags I told him about the photos I'd found
and he said he wouldn't mind seeing them some day. Also I said the French
letter that Gareth had given me had been experimented with and that I'd
found three more in Chris's chest of drawers, one of which split because of
my over- energetic activity. He laughed. I said that, although Matt knew
about them, he hadn't better say anything about them as Matt's sister was
Chris's girlfriend. He winked and tapped the side of his nose with his
finger to indicate it was all hush-hush.
We got downstairs and found Mary was also up and had prepared toast
and boiled eggs and there were some cereals as well. I was biting into my
third piece of thick toast, having demolished two boiled eggs, when I
noticed Alun grinning at me from the other side of the breakfast table.
"Why the mirth?" I asked.
"You're at it again," he replied laughing. "Mum says we three eat her
out of house and home but you pack away enough for two - you could be
pregnant as Gareth says."
Cheek. I pointed out I was a growing boy and needed plenty of
sustenance.
Alun looked carefully around. "And most of it ends up shooting out
the end of your dick!" he said in a whisper, "You're just like a cow, that
eats green grass and makes white milk....," He pointed at the piece of
toast in my hand, "...and you eat brown toast and produce white stuff.
Marvellous what the body does inside!"
Not to be outdone I said he'd better be careful because if he made
rude remarks to me he might become a bullock. He looked questioningly at
me, so I whispered young Sam's explanation, "No bollocks!"
He was about to continue with more rudery but Mary came in with more
toast, smiled and said "Just like your fathers" and disappeared again. Of
course, she had been working in the household for years and years so must
have fed and watered our dads as well.
About ten minutes later the other two appeared. Matt looking
particularly bleary-eyed and Rhys now with a self-satisfied smirk on his
face. They had little to say but sat and munched through a stack of toast
and a couple of eggs each while Alun kept winking at me over our third cups
of tea.
Our grandparents obviously had breakfast in their bedroom as we heard
Mary going upstairs with a tray. Alun rushed off and carried it for her
and came back with instructions that we need not go to church with them but
to be back for one o'clock lunch. General agreement was that we should go
and explore an old quarry on the side of the hill as there was quite a pool
there where we could bathe. None of us could swim but Rhys said it was
nice to dunk oneself in on a hot day.
Alun and I stacked the crockery and cutlery and Rhys and Matt helped
Mary wash up and clear away. Alun had been asked to let the chickens out
and give them some feed and search for eggs in the roosting boxes. I
helped him and the silly chickens rushed about everywhere and the cockerel
kept up a constant din. Still, it was good, finding nice, warm eggs in
some abundance.
When Alun and I had finished Rhys and Matt were already going through
the gate and said we should catch them up. We followed about fifty yards
behind them and saw they were in earnest conversation all the time.
Apprehensive Matt was clearly having a good time. There was something I
needed to ask Alun.
"Alun," I began, "You know, last night when you came into our room,
how did you know it would be OK and Matt wouldn't get scared and refuse to
do anything?"
Alun nudged me on the arm. "Experience, my dear Watson. Have you
ever met a boy who didn't do things? Or want to try?...." He nudged my
arm again. ".....Anyway Matt was with you and you have a certain
reputation with your Thomson cousins. So, we came to the simple conclusion
- if Jacko is with Matt then Alun and Rhys would be welcome. In fact, what
happened later was quite spontaneous. We were going to see what would
happen and your pal led Rhys off rather than the other way round."
I must have looked a bit startled at this statement. I was rather
surprised. I suppose I was so carried away, almost literally, by Alun
getting into bed with me I had assumed Rhys had suggested to Matt they
shared his bed. I said this to Alun who asserted that in the time between
his final squirt at Matt's hands and the picking up of the towel he had
seen Matt go over to Rhys and they had left the room together, but with
Matt leading.
Apprehensive Matt taking the initiative!
Alun chuckled. "Hope you didn't mind. The bed wasn't quite big
enough for a foursome anyway."
Mind, of course I didn't mind. I was happy to be with Alun and I was
sure there would be more interaction with Rhys and he and Matt seemed to be
firm friends already.
As we wandered along Alun asked a bit more about what I had found in
Chris's horde. I also told him, in some detail, about my trip to the
farmhouse with Mike and the drawing he had done of me. We were all walking
so slowly and nattering to each other we never made it to the quarry, but
in the end the four of us sat on a stone wall and surveyed the countryside
and the peaceful sheep. On the way back down I did manage to walk with
Matt for a while. I asked him if he was enjoying himself and the look on
his face told me he was.
After lunch we sat in the garden and sunned ourselves. Grandpa was
doing the Sunday paper crossword and asked Rhys if Tybalt in Romeo and
Juliet was spelled with a Y or an I.
"We're doing that for Higher School Cert so I know it's with a Y," he
said confidently.
"Good play that," said Grandpa, "I like that one, and Macbeth." He
laughed. "Your fathers and Edward were the three witches in the school
production when they were boys. Your father," he said to me, "was only
thirteen or so and was tiny and had a squeaky voice and Dick was getting on
for eighteen and was fully grown and enormous. We all though your dad
would have disappeared in the pot."
I hadn't heard anything before from Grandpa about Pa as a boy.
Grandpa was in reminiscent mood.
"Must get the photos out. I was home on leave for Macbeth."
I must have looked puzzled.
"Last war, fourteen-eighteen," he said in explanation, "I was in the
Artillery and was home for a few days."
"I didn't know you'd been in the Army," I said, "Dad's never told me."
"Yes, Captain Thomson, Royal Artillery, at your service. I was in
charge of one section of gunnery training on Salisbury Plain. That's why
I'm a bit deaf. Got too many bangs in the ears. Just a bit deaf, not daft
like your grandmother says."
"Dad was in the Artillery, too, wasn't he?" asked Alun.
Rhys was nodding vigorously. "Yes, I've seen his photo."
Grandpa smiled. "Yes, Dick was ready to be called up at the end of
that next Summer term. He was called up at the end of June and the War
finished in August."
Uncle Dick and Grandpa had been lucky. Not like poor Piers, or poor
Miles. When the Great War had finished they were safe and alive, Piers and
Miles were not. I wanted to tell them about my experiences but realised it
might be awkward telling Grandpa. It would have to wait. I would tell Alun
or Rhys, or both.
After a good late tea Grandpa got out a number of photograph albums
and it was quite funny seeing members of the family growing up. Dad and
Uncle Edward on donkeys at the seaside. Dad and Uncle Edward as choirboys.
Uncle Dick as Captain of Rugger with the school team. Uncle Edward in a
formal photo in cap and gown when he graduated from Cambridge. Dad in his
doctoral robes being presented with his degree. Ma and Pa on their wedding
day. Then, four postcard sized photos, one for each of the four grandsons
as babies, Gareth, Rhys, Alun and me, all looking identical at aged three
months. I felt very proud of my family at that moment.
As the previous evening we were left to clear up after Grandpa and
Grandma went to bed. He had explained that, although officially retired,
he still went into the office four days a week to keep things running as he
was the senior partner and with Uncle Edward and his other junior partner
called up there was plenty for him and the two remaining clerks to do. He
would be breakfasting at eight then he would walk to the halt to catch the
nine o'clock train. I worked out from the dates under some of the photos
that Grandpa must be seventy- one.
We played Monopoly with Rhys winning handsomely and went upstairs
while still fairly light. The others had come to an arrangement about
where we were to sleep without 'little Jacko' being consulted. It was Alun
and me again. Not that I wasn't highly delighted. I liked my cousin and
he was great fun and we certainly had great fun that night before falling
into an almost delirious sleep. We wanked and sucked each other three
times so it must have been getting on for one o'clock by the time Alun had
unloaded in my mouth for the second time. We were serious and
light-hearted, making each other giggle by telling each other of past
adventures we'd had but also telling each other how we felt. I was almost
ready to ask Alun what he thought about the happenings at Ulvescott but
other things intervened. Usually a new bout of hugging and touching of
stroking and.... each time I shot a load Alun insisted it was at least two
rounds of toast and a boiled egg's worth and I had to have sufficient
intake in the morning to keep my output going.
Even with those few hours of slumber I was awake and raring to go at
half past six. I slipped out of bed and silently put my running kit on and
was out running steadily up the lane in a couple of minutes or so. It was
another perfect day and I was enjoying myself immensely. I got back and
was washed and about to get dressed when Alun began to surface. Like the
day before we started with a pre-breakfast snack. After I had taken his
cock into my mouth we ended up sucking each other in unison. We must have
been going for a good fifteen minutes with slow licking and sucking,
drawing each other up and then, when sensing that things would probably
happen, releasing the tension, when I heard the door open. I couldn't see
who, but a gentle hand began to massage my buttocks and I saw another hand
come between me and Alun and begin to lightly fondle his balls. It took
about another two minutes before both of us, within about ten seconds of
each other, produced sweet tasting boy-cream which we each swallowed
noisily.
I lay side by side with Alun, our cocks still held in each other's
mouths. I felt warm breath by my ear.
"I want that tonight," said Rhys, "We've just had the same next door.
Gosh though, the pair of you have made me horny again."
Alun's cock fell from my mouth as I looked up, licking my lips. Rhys
was dressed in shorts and shirt, with a bulging front showing off his erect
cock.. He was certainly horny if they'd only just indulged. I peered
round and there was Matt, grinning wildly, dressed the same with his right
hand in the pocket of his shorts, either wanking or rearranging his own
erection.
My cock was also now free, Alun having relinquished his hold on it.
"Oh my God!" he said with mock exasperation, "Horny isn't in it. This
lad...." He tapped my backside with the hand draped over me. "...This lad
has been at it since ten o'clock last night. I had a few hours respite and
here he is at it again. He can't get enough..."
Lying toad. We'd both, by mutual agreement and with full
co-operation, had had four wonderful explosions of youthful lust over that
time interval. I wasn't standing for his insinuations - or lying down for
them. I lurched up awkwardly, catching him off-balance, which actually
gave me the advantage, turned over and pinned him down as a giggling,
wriggling mass, or mess, of humanity.
"Take that all back," I said, leaning down over his face and licking
his lips and cheeks, "You randy beast. You started it last night..."
"...Only to shut you up," he interrupted amidst more giggles,
"....Only way to shut you up was to put something in your mouth. And you
know what your mother tells you - never speak with your mouth full!"
He relapsed into more cackles as I started grinding my hips and
pressing down on his belly with my sticky, still fairly plumped-up, prick.
"Ow, you foul fiend," he grunted, showing a remarkable command of
English in such circumstances. His squirming under me was doing wonders
for my now rapidly hardening rod but my exposed buttocks, gyrating in the
open air was too much of an inviting sight for my, I thought, two friends.
They became fiends as they began to tickle my lower back and Rhys,
arch-fiend, stuck his fingers into the crack of my arse and pushed down
until he gripped my knackers. Not really an arch-fiend because, after the
initial shock, his massaging fingers were doing wonders for my randiness!
"Get him off," panted Alun, "The bastard's crushing me!"
The others just chuckled but curiosity must have intervened as I felt
myself being hauled off Alun's recumbent, writhing body.
"Bloody hell," came Rhys's throaty whisper, "Look at the horn on that
boy! That's a real Thomson tool!"
True! I had been hauled up into a sitting position and then my legs
had slid off the bed so my fully erect shaft was full in view. I must say
I was pleased with what I saw when I looked down. I was near enough six
inches now and on my slim body my cock stood up proudly and looked
well-developed.
Alun was in the same state. He sat up then stood by the side of the
bed. I stood next to him. Two erect Thomsons on show. Rhys and Matt
looked at us. Rhys nodded approvingly. Matt said nothing.
"Now you've proved you've got the same as most boys your age," said
Rhys, sententiously, "You can wash your smelly selves, get dressed and
we'll see you in the breakfast room. Come on, Matt, they've given us a
display, we're not going to wait for them. At least we'll have first go at
the grub this morning."
The mention of food concentrated my mind on other things. I slapped
Alun on the backside, picked up my wash-bag and scurried out to the
bathroom, completely forgetting I was still starkers and sporting a hefty
hardon. Luckily, no one else was around as we were round a corner of the
corridor. I would have to watch it in the week because I knew Grandma had
a couple of ladies from the village come in to do the general cleaning. As
the day before, Alun and I shared the water in the large sink, then he
announced he'd better have a shave as well. I went back to the bedroom,
got dressed and was led downstairs by the scent of hot toast wafting up.
Fried eggs this morning with a small rasher of bacon.
Rhys was wearing his usual smirk - I don't mean that rudely, but he
always looked as if some quip or remark, or some hidden secret, was about
to issue from his lips. He was ready that morning. He pointed to the
rasher which was my allotment in the hot tray.
"Heard about the grocer who sat on the bacon slicer?" he started. I
shook my head. "Yeah, he got a little behind in his rations!"
I sneered at the atrocious joke and Matt, to his credit, grimaced.
Not to be suppressed by our disdain he went on. "Did you hear about
the chap in the pickle factory?" He peered at the closed door and reduced
his voice to a whisper. "Had an insatiable desire to stick his prick in
the cucumber slicer." He looked for our reaction. None. Both Matt and I
stared at him. I saw that Matt was suppressing a giggle. "Yeah, couldn't
help himself 'cause one afternoon he succumbed, the manager came in, saw
him, and he got the sack." I was mentally squirming, but he went on. "He
got home and said to his wife he had something dreadful to confess. He
told her he'd got the sack for..." Here he lowered his voice even further.
"....sticking his knob end in the cucumber slicer. And what happened to
the cucumber slicer? asked his wife. Oh, she got the sack as well, says
he!"
Deathly silence. Broken only by outright chuckling from Rhys and
gurglings from Matt. I wondered how many more of these Rhys would be
telling. Quite funny, but I wasn't going to let on. I took a slice of
toast and munched it. Rhys hadn't finished. He looked at Matt. Looked to
see that the door was still closed and whispered again.
"Hey, Matt," he began with an absolutely straight face, so I knew
something was coming, "You know when you have a wank in the bath and the
spunk all goes thick and stringy in the hot water?"
He paused and Matt nodded and said "Yes".
Rhys leaned over the table a bit and winked at me. "Randy bastard,
just confessed he wanks in the bath!"
Matt was slightly confused by this at first, then saw he'd fallen
straight into the trap.
"Randy beast, yourself," he said, "I bet there's nowhere in the house
where you haven't done it." He turned to me. "You should have seen him
last night, I couldn't believe it!"
Rhys held up a piece of toast and waved it at Matt.
"No tales out of school," he said admonishingly, "In fact I did learn
a lot last night. Like there's more than one way to peel a banana." He
waved the piece of toast at me. "God, his is just like a banana. Good job
he's not a Chinaman otherwise he'd be a prize exhibit in the greengrocers."
He put the toast down and cupped his hands round his mouth like a
megaphone. "Roll up, Roll up ladies, ripe banana, see our juiciest fruit,
gently does it, watch carefully." He held up a finger and pretended to
peel it. "Look ladies, here's how you do it, one skin, two skins, three
skins....," His voice rose up the scale. "....four skins!"
Bloody hell. Rhys was in full flow. We did laugh, perhaps just to
shut him up. Anyway, at that moment the door did open and in came Alun and
saw we were laughing.
"Oh," he said, "I suppose Rhys is entertaining you with a few of his
stories, eh? I don't know where he gets them but they're painful."
Painful or not Rhys had a captive audience and, if Alun had heard them
all fifty times, we hadn't. Be Prepared! I thought. He caught Matt. Just
wait for it.
We had just finished breakfast and had taken the plates into the
kitchen when Grandpa appeared. He looked very smart in his lawyer's suit,
with almost a tail-coat, carrying his bowler hat.
"Morning boys," he said in general greeting. "It's going to be a very
hot day so enjoy yourselves. Feed the chickens, Rhys, please, I've let
them out."
We all fed the chickens and collected the eggs and took them into Mary
who was in the kitchen. Rhys said we would be going off up the hills so we
were told to wait while sandwiches for lunch were prepared.
So, all kitted out we strode, no, rather walked, up the lane. Rhys
and Matt were behind us today so we set the pace and within an hour we were
well into the hills. No one about, just us and the sheep. We found the
quarry and it looked very inviting. A sort of shallow beach led off the
surrounding grass and then a great hollow where the stone had been
quarried. This was filled with clear water. At least clear for a few feet
and Rhys warned us that there was a sheer drop after that and we weren't to
venture too far as we couldn't swim. Matt did then say he could swim a bit
as he had learnt to do so in South Africa so he was questioned about his
life there. Of course, the boys were curious about the equipment he'd seen
on his playmates but he hadn't registered anything about size. In any
case, he was only ten or so when he had returned to England so wasn't too
interested at that age. He just said the two sons of the gardener and his
wife were totally black all over except for the soles of their feet and the
palms of their hands.
As the morning was hot we had soon removed our shirts and Alun said he
was going to get a tan all over so shucked off his shorts and underpants as
well. I said I'd sunbathed in the nude the previous weekend with my
friends and so that was discussed. In the end I told them the whole story
and four nude boys soon sported four hardons. When I finished the tale
Rhys surveyed us and snorted derisively.
"Bloody hell," he said, emphasizing each syllable, "Can't let you out
for five minutes without you getting rampant! It's all your fault Jacko,
telling dirty stories! How can I be expected to control you lustful lot.
Grandpa said this morning I was in charge....."
Three lustful lads catapulted themselves on the fourth, himself
sporting an immense hardon, and amidst squeals and remonstrations tickled
him unmercifully. We each took it in turns to sit on his face. Alun, in
fact, gave an involuntary fart as he lifted himself off, much to Rhys's
disgust and our delight. By the time we'd finished with him he was
sweating profusely and his glasses were awry. As we parted he rolled away
and sat up.
"I'll get you fuckers..." he began, but chuckled as he said it.
"Watch your language, brother dear," interrupted Alun, "There are
three of us and we'll be in charge now. I think I can get my own back.
You can be our slave." He looked at Matt and me who were quietly giggling.
"He and Gareth gang up on me most of the time and I have to do things for
them. What can he do for us?"
It was no good, Rhys was going to get off. We couldn't think of
anything for him to do. Anyway, it was too hot to do anything except just
laze about and enjoy the sun. I then told them of finding Bernie Foster
tied to a tree and I said we could do the same with him if he misbehaved.
They were very amused with this, even Rhys who said he and another lad had
done almost the same thing to a kid they were fed up with and had left him
tied up in an abandoned cottage, gone home and almost forgot they'd left
him there. He said the kid hadn't minded because they'd given him sweets
so he wouldn't tell on them. Then I told them about the early adventure at
Ulvescott when I was being manhandled by Tony, Roo and Matt and Bran howled
outside. Matt didn't laugh as much as the others. In fact, he looked at
me rather questioningly. Something was on his mind. Still, all these
tales passed the time. We had lunch and then Alun asked how the
competition was going. I'd told him about that when I was in Cardiff at
Christmas. Matt grinned when I said I had achieved my target, plus! Rhys
wanted to know what it was all about so I had to explain. Both whistled
softly when I said about the various settings. Matt chimed in and told the
story of the birthday party and we all had a good laugh. Of course, by
this time, with the warmth of the sun and the general erotic (new word for
me which Rhys had used) nature of the conversation, our sex organs had been
erect for the best part of the day. I was sitting next to a still sweaty
Rhys who was idly caressing his rearing shaft so I put my hand out and
began to run my finger up the side of it. He gasped.
"For Christ's sake, Jacko, do it!"
I did. He lay back on the grass. The others watched until a triple
silvery squirt left his vertically-held rod. That was the signal for Matt
to grasp Alun's proud almost seven inches and his foreskin was expertly
peeled back. A cum-spattered, sweaty Rhys made my day as soon as Alun's
tool had unshed it's load and, finally, Matt unleashed a veritable geyser
of creamy spunk under Alun's careful ministrations. We were all cum-soaked
and happy. We lay, fingers entwined, in a row and let the strands of our
spent seed dry on us. At last Rhys fumbled around for his shorts and found
his watch.
"Come on, it's just gone four and we'd better have a quick wash and
dry off in the sun before we set off back."
He jumped up and went to the edge of he pool. He waded in keeping a
careful eye on the depth. When he was in to the top of his legs he ducked
down quickly and fully immersed himself.
"Come on, it's not cold, and it's quite safe to here."
He ducked under again and came up splashing. The clear water streamed
off him. I went over and waded in slowly. It was cool but not
unpleasantly cold. I copied him and let the water just run all over me as
I surfaced. It felt nice and refreshing. The other two joined us and we
spent ten minutes happily splashing each other and chasing around in the
shallows. Rhys warned us not to go out any further and like good little
boys we obeyed. Finally, we shook ourselves like four overgrown puppies
and sat on the grass and chatted on while we dried off. It was time to set
off back down for supper. I knew we four were all supremely happy.
That night I was paired up with Rhys. I said as he was still our
slave my commands had to be met. I forgot that as soon as he gently licked
and sucked at my neck and nipples and engulfed my ready-again erection in
his mouth. I would have been his slave for life to experience repeatedly
those feelings below my cock, in my loins, in my whole being, as I shed my
third load of the day. I recovered slowly as he lay stroking my chest and
stomach and thighs, then I tried to give him as much pleasure as he'd given
me. As his boy-cream poured into my mouth he gave a great sigh which could
only have been of contentment. I crept up the bed again and we dozed
holding each other quite close. About midnight he pushed the single sheet
we'd drawn up to cover us down, then reached down again and began to wank
me very slowly. My semi-dormant prick woke and I bubbled my fourth load of
the day over him. I reached for the towel lying between and tenderly wiped
up the few drops of spunk I'd had left in me which were now on his thigh.
He lay on his back as I held his prick with two fingers and thumb and
slowly, so slowly, raised him to an immense orgasm, which, like mine, was
relatively dry.
I woke next morning content, relaxed and certainly not in a frame of
mind to essay a run. I luxuriated in the snugness of being young and horny
and being able to be raised to heights of ecstasy. As I lay contemplating
this, Rhys snored on. I crept out of bed and as quietly as possible opened
the door, went the short distance along the corridor, opened the door to
the next room and padded across to the bed where the two sleeping figures
were as close as possible. They too looked relaxed and peaceful. I
couldn't resist it. I bent over gave each a loving kiss on the forehead.
Matt grunted and turned slightly but didn't wake. He murmured "Nice" and
was comatose again. Alun didn't stir except to nuzzle his chin against
Matt's shoulder. I slithered out of the room and returned to bed.
What I had noticed was that I didn't have the usual Jacko erection. I
also noted, although my prick had been well used the past two days, it
wasn't aching, it just seemed to have a slight warm glow. Eight times. If
I kept that up for the week I would certainly break Pat Halloran's record.
But could I? I remembered that although that fourth climax yesterday was
colossal I had spurted almost nothing. Still, the feelings were there.
I washed and dressed and went downstairs just as Grandpa emerged. I
helped him let the chickens out. He asked if I thought the boys would like
a day in Chester today and, if so, he would take us to lunch at the British
Restaurant. I must have look a bit bemused but then remembered having seen
signs for one in Kerslake. He said he often had lunch there and although
there was a price limit he was certain we boys would be well-treated. He
also said all the news that morning was about the attempt on Hitler's life.
He said he hoped it was a sign the war would soon be over. I couldn't have
agreed more. My friends with fathers and brothers away, not knowing their
fates was too horrible to contemplate. I think I was very much affected by
what I knew about Piers and Miles in the last war and those Old Boys of the
school who were mentioned by the Head at assembly as having been killed or
were missing in action. My feelings of contentment were shallow compared
with the worry and sorrow others must have. I wanted to talk to Grandpa
about Piers and Miles but I couldn't. I listened as he recounted what he
had heard on the early morning news and was glad that things were
happening.
As he collected the eggs I went back upstairs and gently woke the
slumberers. All were enthusiastic about the visit. My cousins loved their
Grandpa and we all looked forward to lunch anyway! We breakfasted and
appeared quite smartly dressed at half past eight at the garden gate. We
marched in a body along the lane much to Grandpa's delight and I recounted
to my cousins' and Grandpa's amusement my encounter, that is my
pre-Assembly encounter, with Henry Gale. Matt said I had been very brave
and he admired my courage. Grandpa said exactly what I had thought, he was
only another boy but one who had been given authority. When you are given
authority you shouldn't misuse it, or abuse it. He said I had acted
correctly if unwisely perhaps, in terms of my safety, but that was
incidental to the stand I had made. A very lawyer's reply but I knew what
he meant. I couldn't say in this company about my other encounter, but I
did say I thought that underneath the bluster Henry Gale was OK.
We had a morning exploring Chester and looking at the Cathedral and
the grounds which were all sandbagged. The half-timbered houses were all
protected as well but we still found plenty to look at. I bought a
postcard to send to Ma and Pa and noticed Alun and Rhys in a huddle over
the ones on sale a bit later. We arrived back at the office at twelve
sharp as instructed. I remembered Miss Creech, the very alarming,
austere-looking secretary, with her hair tied back in a severe bun. She
was kindness itself and had been with Grandpa's firm since she left school
countless years before. Also in evidence were the twin Chief Clerks, the
Batchelor twins and bachelors as well. They must have been in their
fifties then and still lived with mother. They were so efficient and kept
the firm going so that Grandpa could see his most important clients while
they dealt with the hoi polloi - at least that was what Rhys told me in bed
that night.
Lunch was good. It was the first time I had tasted a real Woolton Pie
which Pa always complained tasted like stewed cardboard in plaster of Paris
at the labs. Ma said if you used proper vegetables and imagination it was
fine. This was more than OK. I should know. I had three helpings, much
to everyone's amusement and the praise of the elderly waitress who said I
reminded her of her son! We thanked Grandpa profusely, who then passed
over a half- crown each, before we left for the station. He said he had to
get back to the office to earn the money he had just handed over! I also
learned that Rhys was ear-marked as the next generation of Thomsons to
become a lawyer. He said on the train back he was going to study law at
University as soon as he could depending on what happened about the war.
He was now going into the second year of the Sixth Form in September and
was taking English, Geography and History at Higher School Cert. I said
Matt and I would be taking School Cert next year and I hadn't decided what
to do next. Rhys said Matt had told him he wanted to go into the Navy.
Matt then said he would have to go for interview for the Naval College some
time next year. His father would be very pleased as that would mean four
generations of the Wards would have served in the Navy. From his
enthusiasm Alun was enjoying his apprenticeship. It seemed from his tales
he was somewhat of a ringleader but only in minor escapades.
Grandma was waiting for us when we arrived back with news that Uncle
Edward was coming on Thursday and was staying overnight as he was working
on a case starting on Monday at Catterick Camp. That place sounded
familiar and I remembered that was where Eamonn and his friend were drill
instructors. She also had tea ready and I was ready for tea.
Rhys and I were together that night as well. We sucked once and
wanked each other once and we both agreed that was a good end for such a
perfect day.
The next day we spent up at the quarry again. All four of us had
caught the sun quite a lot on Monday but all being dark-haired and without
sensitive skins we were getting a bit brown already. Rhys was particularly
pleased as he had been told sunshine was good for acne so he was exposing
his back to the sun as much as possible. He was also in great spirits and
kept cracking the most atrocious puns and telling the most awful jokes. We
threatened several times we would shut his row for him but he only retorted
it would have to be one at a time as he couldn't get three cocks in his
mouth at once, even if they only belonged to little boys like us. We were
too lethargic to retaliate. We discussed all sorts of things and Alun told
Matt about the parrot and the Tring poem. I said I thought Uncle Edward
seemed a very good sort. He was obviously the boys favourite uncle. As a
bachelor he had often spent time staying with them in Cardiff and they
adored having him there.
We continued talking about what we wanted to do with our futures.
Rhys said Gareth was all set to join the steel industry as soon as he
finished his engineering course. In fact, he had been told he would be in
a reserved job and wouldn't have to join up. He said it seemed that three
generations were either engineers or lawyers as grandpa's younger brother
had worked in mining but had been killed in a mining accident rescuing some
fellow workers. That meant I had the choice, engineering or law. I said I
didn't think I could be an engineer and I didn't particularly want to be a
lawyer. Rhys said I had to go to University anyway. Pa and his father had
been to Manchester and Uncle Edward at Cambridge. Perhaps I should go
there.
Alun was giggling when he said this. He said he would let Rhys tell
me the poem. Rhys raised his eyebrows.
"Now Jacko, you know the reputation of people who go to Cambridge
don't you?"
I said I didn't. He put on a very prim expression.
"Well my lad," he began, "'There was a young fellow of Trinity....'"
He paused and looked at Alun as if to shut up his giggling.
"'There was a young fellow of Trinity,'" he began again,
"'Who shattered his sister's virginity,
"'He buggered his brother,
"'And shagged his grandmother,
"'And still got a First in Divinity!'"
To be continued.....