Date: Sat, 09 Aug 2003 21:31:04 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 56

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 33

				 Part Two

				     *

			 Thursday August 4th 1944

I was awakened rudely in the morning by Andrew poking me in the side.

     "Come on, Jacko," he said urgently, "It's nearly six o'clock and we
don't want to miss the tide."

     The tide?  What's that?  Where am I?  I shook my head.  I was stiff -
and it certainly wasn't in the cock area!  I was still on my side but both
boys were up and pulling on their disreputable shorts and grubby shirts.

     "We should have been up half an hour ago to get the run of the tide
properly," explained Andrew rather incomprehensibly, "But if we hurry we
can make the best of the run that's left."

     Groggily, I got out of bed.  I was distinctly smelly.  I had traces of
dried spunk on my belly and in my pubic hair.  I picked up the corduroy
shorts I had worn the evening before as I obviously wasn't going to be
allowed to wash.

     Andrew was in charge. He shook his head.  "I shouldn't wear those -
you'll probably fall in and get wet.  Haven't you got some old ones?"

     Fortunately I'd packed two pairs of running shorts so I fished out the
older pair and held them up.

     "They'll do," stated Andrew crisply, "Put a shirt and pullover on,
then come on!"

     As I pulled my shorts on, sans underpants, I noted Lachlan had already
disappeared.  I slipped on shirt, a pullover and my plimsolls and tied good
strong bows.  Andrew was waiting impatiently and was off down the stairs as
soon as I was ready.  I rushed after him and followed him to the boathouse
where Lachlan was getting the boat on the last stages before hitting the
water.

     "Get in," he commanded me, throwing what turned out to be a
life-jacket at me.

     Luckily I managed to get in without capsizing the boat as they
manhandled it into the water and deftly clambered over the side after
putting their own life-jackets on.  I was instructed to keep my head down
and to move over to the side when commanded, otherwise to sit centrally.
And, if I fell in I wouldn't sink but I was to do nothing until they pulled
me ashore!  It was also explained that the tide was coming up-river so it
was a good time to take the boat towards Ipswich and then sail down before
the tide turned too much or we might be swept down river out to sea and end
up being shot at!  Actually, landlubber me, was finding it all rather
exciting.

     I did exactly as told on the journey upstream and was even rewarded
with 'Good' a few times.  Andrew kept up a steady stream of explanation of
what was going on while Lachlan hauled on bits of rope and generally did
what I considered to be the donkey work.  We tacked - a term I learned very
quickly - from side to side to take advantage of the slight breeze but used
the tide rush mainly to carry us almost through the Ipswich docks.  The
boys must have been frequent visitors because numerous workers on the
dockside hailed us and shouted out things like "Keep both eyes open,
Nelson!" , "Rule Britannia!"  and "The Navy's here!".  We waved back and
everyone seemed happy to see us.

     We bobbed about a bit when Lachlan said that was as far as we were
going today.  He then turned the boat very skilfully and, although the tide
was still coming up river, we sailed back down again, but much more slowly.
I then realised that Andrew was doing his bit too as he was handling the
rudder and helping to steer.  Not knowing anything about the niceties at
this stage, I was, however, very taken with the expertise of the two lads.
Only once did we misjudge the direction of the wind and I had to move very
sharply to balance the tipping of the boat and ducked so as not to be
decapitated by the swinging boom.  I got a special 'Good' for that!
Perhaps, I was going to enjoy learning to sail.

     When we arrived back at the mooring I felt very exhilarated.  I
managed to disembark without tipping the boat.  I did get my feet wet as I
helped them pull the boat up.  There was then a post-mortem between the two
boys on how their skills could be improved.  Andrew seemed to be the one
who knew what was needed.  So, three hungry lads went into the kitchen for
breakfast.  Although it was mid-summer Nanny Saunders knew that porridge
was the answer and I had two huge bowlfuls.  The lads only had one each so
I said that if they were intent on growing they'd better stoke up.  When
Nanny Saunders went out of the kitchen I whispered that they ought to eat
plenty of porridge as it put hairs on your chest, that's what my father
said!

     After breakfast Nanny Saunders pointed upstairs and we obeyed smartly
and went up to wash and tidy ourselves.  Gosh, it was only just after nine
o'clock and I'd had a day's worth of fun already!  What next.?  Next was
going on bikes to a farm to collect milk and eggs.  Again, the boys were
warmly welcomed.  This time by the farmer's wife, and I was introduced as
their new soon-to-be cousin.  Before leaving we roamed the farm yard and
saw where the cows were milked and the churns ready for the next day.
Lachlan said we would come down early one morning to see the cows being
milked.  Early?  Half-past five!  I thought I was an early riser going for
my runs before seven o'clock but here in the country I was told most people
were at work by six a.m.  That passed most of the morning and I was told my
first swimming lesson would take place in the afternoon once my lunch had
settled.

     Lunch was a delicious thick soup and I knew I gladdened Nanny
Saunders' heart as I had three bowlfuls, plus three great hunks of bread.
If I was going to rush about so much I needed sustenance!

     Mrs Cameron, I mean Aunt Della, appeared just as we were finishing and
asked me if I was being well looked after.  What could I say?  I was
enjoying myself immensely and said so.  I also said I was rather
apprehensive about learning to swim.  The boys laughed but Aunt Della said
they had to be careful.  The tide was dangerous at times and we were not to
go anywhere other than the pool at the bend. They nodded.

     We spent the afternoon in the water.  I learned straight away why no
underpants.  All clothes were stripped off before they jumped into the
water.  They said if I was in the boat and fell out I was to kick off my
shorts and plimsolls immediately.  In fact, I wasn't to have laces in my
plimsolls so they would come off more easily.  I gingerly approached the
water in the pool.  This was an expanse of water where clay had been dug
away and a still pond had been formed which filled and emptied with the
tide but was safe for swimming in.  As it belonged in the grounds of the
house it was private and as we were the only ones to use it there was no
need for any swim trunks.

     The boys let me dog paddle for a bit then they said I had to put my
head under water.  It took a little while to get the hang of it and the
pair of them kept diving under to demonstrate how easy it was.  In the end,
I took the plunge, as it were, held my breath and I was under.  I was soon
up but after about twenty tries I was a bit more confident.  Of course, the
pair of them were swimming round me like a pair of eels.  The water was no
more than waist deep for me with the state of the tide so I essayed a few
tentative attempts at lifting my feet off and floating.  At once, the pair
of them positioned themselves either side of me and I was supported as I
floated on the surface.  I was OK until I realised they had let me go!
After that we played around with me trying to catch them and they trying to
unbalance me by grabbing my legs.  In the end we rolled out on the grassy
bank and dried ourselves in the sun.

     It was question time again.  They wanted to hear all about me and the
cousins a second time.  Then me and my friends.  I asked what a Sergeant in
the OTC had to do as it sounded suspiciously like a Henry Gale post.  I
found that as the majority of boys from the school went into the forces,
mainly the Army, they had an Officer Training Corps, which was a bit more
intensive that our Cadet Corps.  In fact they paraded every day and changed
into uniforms even after games.  Lachlan said he'd been promoted Sergeant a
few weeks ago just before the annual camp.  He said Andrew was still only a
squaddie.

     "Huh!" said Andrew, "You only got those stripes 'cause you were
Bradley's bumboy last camp!"

     Having realised what he'd said he looked at me.  Lachlan lunged at his
brother.

     "Who is Bradley?" I asked before Lachlan could annihilate his brother
who had rolled away quickly.

     "He's a senior Officer Cadet," panted out Andrew as Lachlan reached
him and pinned him down. "He's in the Sixth Form, big and ginger-haired,
thick as two planks and got a cock like a horse, eh Lachs?"

     The "You should know!" finishing that was stifled by a hand over
Andrew's mouth.  Andrew was not to be beaten.  The eel-like movements
evidenced in the water were repeated on dry land.  He evaded his brother's
grasp.

     "Seniors have their own tents and have a batman," he panted out,
wriggling away from a pursuing Lachlan, "Lachs was his last year, weren't
you?  He likes them little and blond, eh?"

     Andrew was caught and pinned down again, still not very effectively.
I slid over the grass to be nearer.  More revelations came.

     "Sibs told me he'd heard them in the tent.  Bradley was smacking his
arse!"

     "Wasn't doing anything," muttered Lachlan, "I had to polish his
brasses and blanco his belt and puttees and I didn't do it right, so shut
up!"

     "Sibs said you were laughing and enjoying it!" continued the
irrepressible Andrew.

     "Shut up, I said, he tickled me as well!"

     Andrew was giggling and so was I.  "Sibs said he wondered what he was
tickling you with!"

     "Bloody Sibs!  Wait until I see him next term!"

     I loomed over the pair and easily parted them.  I stood up and lifted
Lachlan up bodily away from Andrew who wriggled away and sat up.  I knelt
down and a bare-arsed Lachlan was draped over my knee.

     "Was it like this?" I said and slapped a muscular buttock.  Andrew was
nearly crying with laughter watching me.  "Or, like this?"  I let go of him
and tickled down both sides of him.  He flailed about, legs and arms flying
and almost whacking me between the legs.  Before he could damage me I
dropped him on the ground and started to tickle his sides again.  He rolled
over facing me - a very wrong move as I now moved to his vulnerable ribs.
"And who is Sibs?" I asked.

     Lachlan couldn't answer as he was laughing too much and Andrew was
almost incoherent with mirth a well but he did manage to stutter out, "He
he, Sibs is his best friend, isn't he Lachs, they share a room.  Sibs is
just like Billy Bunter, fat and jolly and he's ever so funny.  Tells me all
about him 'cause he says he needs to be kept an eye on as Bradley keeps
sending for him."

     I thought I'd better give up tickling Lachlan as he was sweating and
out of breath.

     "Pax," I said and knelt away from him.

     He was too exhausted to retaliate straight away but I knew retribution
would come somehow and sometime.

     Andrew slid across the grass.  "Thanks," he said to me, "He's always
getting me down and tickling me.  We can get him now, can't we?"

     I said we would not be fighting his battles, he had to fight his own.
Lachlan held up a hand and I shook it.  I told them then about Tom and his
brother and how Tom, as big as he was, hadn't got the better of his brother
yet.  I said I might help because Dunc had tied me up and I needed to get
my own back.  I said about Matt and his trip to Fensham and how he had
warmed Dunc's balls.  All this caused three nude lads to sprout hardons.
Odd, we were not at all embarrassed by this even though we had only met the
day before. I suppose the occasion last night and the fact we had spent
most of the afternoon nude together were reasons.  Lachlan was eying my
cock and Andrew must have seen him sizing it up.

     "Bet his isn't bigger than Bradley's, eh Lachs?  Sibs said you had a
ruler in the tent one day!"

     Lachlan made another grab for his brother and scragged him round the
neck.  It was Andrew's turn to be tickled and I just sat and laughed.

     "Bloo-dy... ...Sibs," said Lachlan, between delivering a series of
tickles to Andrew's heaving ribs, "That... was... for
measuring.... distances... on the map! So there!"

     That "So there" was delivered with a finality and a flurry of tickles
all the way down Andrew's body with a final slap at his erect four and a
half inches.

     "Ouch!" he said, as he recovered his breath, "That hurt!"

     "Oh no it didn't, you just liked it!"

     "And did you slap Bradley's with the ruler when you measured it?

     "Will you shut up about Bradley's cock.  He's not like a horse. It's
not even six inches...."

     Andrew and I rolled on the grass in hysterics.  So....., Sibs was
correct.  Map- measuring wasn't the only measuring done.

     I sat up, panting.  "And I bet you beat him, eh?"

     Lachlan grinned, then nodded and mouthed "And you!".  I stuck my hand
out again.

     "Congratulations to both of us!"

     We all three then fell about laughing.

     There wasn't any urgency about having a wank at this moment.  I would
have liked one as I was quite aroused but we weren't quite at that stage of
involvement yet.  The unintended confession about Bradley was a step which
showed that Lachlan had had some sort of experience with others.  I didn't
know about Andrew yet.  Last night's display was pretty conclusive evidence
that the brothers had played about together.  In some ways Andrew seemed
more ready to discuss or make statements.  Was this just youthful
exuberance, or naivety because he knew little about what boys did or could
do?  I knew Andrew would use the admission of involvement with Bradley to
his advantage.
  I had to make sure it wouldn't be to Lachlan's detriment though.

     Andrew said he was hungry so we'd better go and see if Nanny had any
tea for us.  She had and after eating it was back out and down to the
river.  The tide was rising again and they pointed out the way the water
rushed upriver against the flow coming down and how one had to watch this
carefully. Time passed quickly as all this was new to me.

     At supper their mother wanted to know what we'd been doing and was
most amused at my description of trying to learn to swim.  Again, we played
Monopoly and off to bed at nine.

     I was both exhilarated and tired.  A happy sort of tiredness.  Andrew
was full of beans still.  I was last to strip off and clean myself up in
the bathroom and as I came back into the bedroom an equally nude Andrew
leapt onto my back like a young monkey and clung there overbalancing me.
Lachlan laughed.

     "It's your turn to put up with him," he said, "Come on, though, I'll
give you a hand."

     He stepped over and hauled at the clinging lad.  Between us we got him
flat on the floor and held him down and tickled him until he cried 'Pax' as
well.  I bent over him and lifted him bodily off the floor.  He clung round
my neck.

     "Come on, Flea," I said, "It's time for all little boys like you to be
in bed."

     I tipped him onto the double-bed and pushed him towards the centre and
got into the bed next to him.  Lachlan scuttled round the other side and
climbed in too.

     To say I was horny was the under-statement of the century.  Also,
while we were tickling Andrew I noted his cock was plumping up a bit.
Right, I thought, here goes!

     I started by leaning towards Andrew and licking his ear, darting my
tongue in and then sucking on his lobe.  He squirmed and giggled.  I moved
my tongue down his neck and licked him hard under the chin.  I knew this
made Matt doubly randy and, sure enough, Andrew gasped and squirmed even
more.  I swept my tongue like a human Bran down onto his chest and began to
suck avidly on his left nipple while rubbing a finger in and out of his
belly button.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Lachlan was
watching intently and licking his lips.  His hand was on Andrew's thigh and
his fingers were opening and closing, gripping and releasing the taut young
muscles.  Lachlan was also a randy young being from the looks of it.

     I moved my head up and began to lick under Andrew's chin again and at
the same time pushed my hand down his belly and gripped his fully erect
prick.  I couldn't see what I was doing but I pulled down sharply and his
foreskin must have been a bit tight as he squealed and began to make a bit
of noise.  To shut him up I clamped my mouth over his and began to wank him
in earnest.  Gosh, he was in a frenzy.  His little hips were arched in the
bed as he thrust his short, thick cock into my fist.  His tongue was pushed
into my mouth and I was matching my breathing with his rasping gasps.
There was a final heave and he shot his load.  I pulled back even more
sharply and felt a warm rain spatter all over my back which was over
him. He collapsed back on the bed, eyes closed, mouth open wide, a look
between extreme pain and extreme ecstasy on his face.

     "Unnnnnnnnn," he murmured, as he got his breath back.  Next thing he'd
flung his arms round my spunk-spattered back and he was clinging to me
again weeping and kissing my cheeks at the same time.  "Oh, Jacko," he
snivelled, "That was lovely..., Oh, Oh, Oh!....."  His body arched against
me again and more spunk shot from his still rampant cock.  I saw Lachlan
put a hand out onto his shoulder and massaged it gently.

     "Are you OK, Andy?" he asked.

     Andrew clung even tighter to me and sniffed.  "Yes, I'm OK.  What was
that?" he panted out, "Oh gosh!"  His thighs jerked against me, his prick,
still hard, dug into me.  I massaged his back too.

     "You're OK Andy," I whispered, "You've just found out what boys can
do!"

     He kissed my cheeks again and I moved my head and kissed him full on
the lips. And he stayed there as I gently licked across those prominent
young swellings.  Slowly he let go of me and looked straight into my eyes
with his wide-open innocent eyes.

     "Thanks Jacko, I've learned that...  I didn't want it to end."

     Ever-efficient Lachlan slid off the bed behind me and went to the
bathroom and returned with a facecloth.

     "My brother seems to have left some sort of deposit," he said,
giggling and wiping my back at the same time, "Messy child, he dribbles in
bed too!"

     A half-hearted swipe at his brother by Andrew missed and landed on my
chest.

     "Hey, Flea!" I said in a mock angry tone. "I've just made you happy
and you hit me!"

     He leaned over and bit me gently on the shoulder.

     "I'm your Flea, and there's a little bite to prove it.  Now it's
Lachlan's turn."

     I was quite taken aback by this last statement.  It showed just how
much the brothers really cared for each other.  Andrew had been raised to
heights of supreme joy and now he considered it was Lachlan's turn.  We
shuffled round in the bed and I was soon licking and nibbling at Lachlan
while Andrew kept him fairly quiet by pressing his mouth over Lachlan's but
still at an angle to watch what I was doing.

     Lachlan by now wasn't far off his orgasm so I feathered his hefty dick
with rapid movements of my fingers - movements that Alun had said were like
playing the flute!  His foreskin was also a bit tight but as I pulled it
down his knob stood out, fleshy and proud and dark red against his golden
tan.  His spunk came out in a small torrent, spurting up to his chest and
dropping onto his stomach.  Both Andrew and I then licked at his cheeks and
up into his eyes a he regained his composure.  The facecloth was wielded
this time by Andrew whose look of sheer love at his brother was so evident.

     By this time I was thinking that if anyone just so much as touched my
prick I would explode.  The boys looked at each other and with military
precision I was now in the middle and the two then set about me with the
meticulousness as befitted two young soldiers.  I was subjected to a joint
attack from both flanks!  They copied my movements and actions and I was
licked and nibbled while my cock had two hands on it alternating top and
bottom halves.  One bonus was the exploration of my balls which were like
two walnuts drawn up at the base of my cock.  I think that set the usual
feelings off.  A tug downwards on my foreskin meant my rod was at a
suitable elevation for firing a long-range salvo.  It did.  What left my
slit wasn't a dribble, it wasn't a spurt, it wasn't even a more-than
healthy squirt - it was a jet - but not just one stream, but four mighty
ropes of white boy-cream which went over my head and splattered on the
wooden bed-head.  Two further smaller squirts landed on me.  Even in all my
experience over the year I had never produced so much, nor given such a
display.  The boys looked at me open-eyed and open-mouthed.  They literally
goggled at me, their jaws dropped.

     "Oh fuck me!" was the first response, from Lachlan, who then clapped
his hand over his mouth. Swearing was not really for him.  But this was an
exceptional circumstance.  Andrew was staring at the headboard.  I wriggled
around a bit to see for myself.  Four strands of my spunk were slowly
running down the polished surface. I grinned at Andrew.

     "You'll be able to do that soon!  But you'd better clean it up for
me."

     There was much giggling as the sticky strands were mopped and smeared.
Lachlan took over.  He took the face-cloth to the bathroom and rinsed it
out and managed to make the head-board presentable again.

     "I'll polish it in the morning," he said finally as he dropped the
damp cloth onto my chest.  "You'll have to clean up anything you do in
future."  I wiped my chest.  "And you," he pointed at Andrew, "If you aim
that bloody Howitzer again, keep the trajectory low.  Remember the rules
Captain Harrison gave us!"

     Three hilariously happy boys rolled into and over one another
clutching and clinging and rubbing their bodies against one another.  We
lay still after a while and I was soon asleep snuggled up with Lachlan
against my front and Andrew with his arm over my shoulder at my back.

                         *
     I was awoken next morning by gentle bites on my shoulder.

     "Come on," said an urgent voice in my ear as the biting continued,
"You've got fleas!  Get up, we're off in a few minutes."

     It was one Flea biting me while Lachlan was whispering in my ear.  I
woke quickly to find they were already dressed - if you call tatty shorts,
shirts, grubby pullovers and lace-less plimsolls, dressed.

     "Come on, you've had half an hour's more sleep than yesterday - tide
alters each day so we can get up to Ipswich again easily."

     I dressed quickly.  Made easier by the fact that Andrew had removed my
shoelaces for me.  I was quite adept today in getting into the boat as
Lachlan shoved us into deeper water.  It was his turn to man the rudder
while Andrew was hoisting and dealing with the sails.  We were soon going
up river.  Andrew was very quick in his reactions to the differing
conditions and it didn't seem long before the cries from the dockside began
again.  "Watch it lads," was one cry, "The Jerries are landing!"  "No!"
came another, "It's the Queen Mary!"  "Or the Titanic," called out a third,
"Watch out for icebergs on your way back!"  We gave them all a cheery wave
and Andrew deftly turned the boat and we were off again.  There was quite a
breeze today so the boat needed some expert handling but we arrived safe
and sound back at the mooring.  Lachlan was full of praise for his young
brother and I added that I didn't feel seasick at all.  All I got in reply
was Andrew sticking out his tongue.

     The day followed the pattern of the day before.  My swimming lesson
lasted longer and I managed more than a few strokes before I chickened out
and my feet hit the bottom.  A lot of the time was spent lying in the sun
and exchanging bits of our life histories.  I wanted to know who Sibs was
properly.

     "Hector Charles Augustus Sibley," announced Andrew sententiously,
"Quartermaster Sergeant, Officer Cadet Training Battalion, fair, fat and
seventeen and never been kissed -" He looked across at Lachlan "- except by
his mother - and him!"

     Lachlan made a dive for Andrew and there was the usual brief struggle
with a giggling Andrew soon being held down by an enraged brother.

     "Don't you dare spread that rumour!  I didn't kiss him.  We were
rehearsing that Shakespeare play and I had to play the girl's part."

     "Liar, liar, pants on fire," yodelled out Andrew, "Potty saw you give
him a real smacker - and he cuddled you!"

     "Potterton's the liar," said Lachlan stretching out Andrew's arms and
lying across him, "Just 'cause he fancies you!"  He yanked at Andrew's
arms.  "And where were you when Potty said that?  In his tent I expect.
Shall I get you a mug of tea, Sergeant Potterton?"  The last was said in a
real namby-pamby voice.  Andrew just laughed.

     "Potty's good fun.  He says you're much too serious and you ought to
give old Sibs a good time 'cause he's aching for it.  I don't know what he
means but that's what he said!"

     I guessed what he meant.  Perhaps Andrew might learn over the coming
week - oh, did I say 'coming' week?  But Lachlan wasn't finished.  He
wasn't angry, just confused.  His good name had been impugned with
unimaginable sins.  I stepped in and changed the subject.

     "Where on earth did Sibs get all those names?"

     The situation was immediately defused.  Lachlan rolled off his brother
and the pair sat up side by side.

     "His dad's Charles and he's a Brigadier in the Indian Army and one
grandfather was Sir Hector Fair- something or other, and his other
grandfather was an architect or something and his name was Augustus.  I
know all that because everyone keeps asking him.  He's fed- up with all his
names and gets really ratty if anyone calls him Hector."

     "I call him Hector," said Andrew very sweetly.

     "Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth," said Lachlan with a hint of
exasperation.  "He sucks up to all my friends and they think he's wonderful
and wouldn't it be nice to have a brother like him instead of their usual
tribe of scabby brothers or catty sisters.  Yeah, Potty said that when we
were coming back from camp this time.  How nice to have a polite, well-
spoken brother, I wish mine were like him.  I nearly said I'd sell him to
him for half-a- crown."

     "Nearly?" I queried.

     Lachlan was too open to hold any grudges.  "I might sell him next
time."  He turned to his brother and gripped him just above the knee.
Andrew squealed and squirmed.  "I don't want you saying any more things
'cause I shall be in the Sixth Form next term."

     I didn't enquire if he'd passed School Cert.  No mention had been made
of it so I wondered.  He then said he'd heard he'd passed four subjects so
hadn't got a full School Cert but he had enough to apply for the Royal
Military College if he did OK in the Sixth Form as he wanted to follow in
his late father's footsteps when he was eighteen.  Andrew then said he
would probably try for the Air Force as he wouldn't mind learning how to
fly and Lachs only wanted to go to that College as Bradley was going there
next term and they could share a tent again. A slight fracas ensued until I
said I hadn't made up my mind what I wanted to do.  I didn't want to be an
engineer or do law, I liked maths and I liked languages.  Their faces were
a picture.  Someone who liked maths?  I was the brainy nephew, no doubt
about that!

     Any superiority on anyone's part was soon forgotten.  I heard more
about their school and the Officer Cadet training. They were intrigued when
I also said I could play the piano.  There was one in the drawing-room but
they said it needed to be tuned.  I didn't say too much about my rather
extensive sexual experiences as I didn't know, yet, how they might take
that information on board.  Gosh I was getting nautical!

     Bedtime that night was something of a revelation to me.  They'd
obviously discussed tactics when I was out of the way.  They worked in
tandem . I was in the middle and both started from ears downwards.  I was
squirming with the ecstasy of it and as two hands manipulated my cock I was
soon shooting my load, tonight onto my stomach!  I leaned over and kissed
both on their foreheads and they both had satisfied grins on their faces.
Satisfied?  I wasn't finished with them so when I'd mopped up after Lachlan
handed me a cleaned-up face cloth I thought I'd take procedures a notch
further.  From what I had gathered that afternoon during our conversation
was the impression that either Bradley had tossed off Lachlan, or it might
have been the other way round, it wasn't clear.  I didn't think Andrew had
tossed off anyone else other than his brother before I appeared on the
scene. So, things were ripe for another lesson!  They might be experts in
sailing, but....

     I turned to Andrew first and he moved into the middle of the bed.  As
Lachlan watched I began to lick and nuzzle him.  He responded as the night
before with moans and gurgles which dear Lachlan stifled with his mouth.  I
licked steadily downwards, repositioning myself in the bed when I reached
just under his belly button.  I moved down and turned until I was at the
bottom of the bed between his legs which I parted.  His stiff little rod
was lying straight up his belly.  I put my head down and licked at his
tight sac.  He gasped as Lachlan had raised his head to get a better look
at what I was doing.  His balls were still quite small and I probed them
gently with my tongue then, putting my mouth over his sac, I sucked on them
and closed my mouth over them.  I felt his legs tremble either side of my
head.  I spent a couple of minutes sucking and licking and I felt the young
balls roll under my tongue inside their casing.  I then opened my mouth and
tongued the root of his penis where it came away from his ball sac.  I then
tongued along the short length of his prick following that softer part in
the base, pressing against it with a firm, constant force.  When I reached
the end I took the whole of his shaft into my mouth, first of all pushing
his foreskin down releasing his knob end.  This was acorn-shaped and had
quite a prominent ridge which I followed round with the tip of my tongue.
By this time the lad was beating a regular tattoo on the mattress with his
fists while Lachlan, watching carefully, muffled his throaty cries by
holding his own mouth wide open and pressed against his brother's.  I
sucked on his cock and at the same time found that piece of skin attaching
the foreskin to the ridge on the underside.  I whipped my tongue across
that as fast as I could.  Andrew's hips left the bed and several squirts of
sweet-tasting boy-juice flooded my mouth.  There wasn't a great deal so I
was able to swallow most quite easily but my tongue was coated.  I slid up
his body, his sticky rod leaving a trail on me.  Lachlan saw me coming up
and raised his head.  I took his place by clamping my lips onto Andrew's
and forced my tongue in and gave him back some of his spunk.  Lachlan
tapped me on the shoulder.

     "Some for me, please," he whispered.

     There wasn't much left, but I turned my head and we tongue-fucked for
a few moments as the last of Andrew's remaining young seed passed to his
brother.

     Andrew was still panting and, I think starry-eyed, as I rolled over to
be on the other side of Lachlan.  Needless to say his bigger, saggier balls
filled my mouth more and within moments of me tonguing that secret skin on
his ridge he gushed his warm semen into my mouth and throat.  His was much
thicker and saltier than his brother's.  I did the same again with him.
His mouth was open, ready, and as my tongue went into his mouth he put his
arms round me and hugged me tightly.  He licked my tongue rather than the
other way round.  I raised my head.

     "Andrew.....," I said and he met my mouth before I could say more.

     I went to sleep on my back hugging both brothers.

     That's funny I thought.  It was dark and something had woken me.  The
boys had rolled away from me and I had turned on my side.  I listened
carefully.  There was a noise like an ill-tuned motor-bike, but much
louder.  Suddenly there was the sound of gun-fire, then silence, during
which two startled boys had woken, turned and clung onto me.  Silence, and
then an almighty 'Crump' a distance away.

     "Fucking Doodle-bug!" said a clearly frightened Lachlan.

     "It was, wasn't it?" said an equally frightened Andrew, who was
attached to my front like a limpet.

     "It's OK," I said, more intrigued than frightened, "They must have hit
it."

     Very faintly the noise started again and got a bit louder.  The guns
opened up again.

     "That's the shore battery at Landguard Fort or Harwich," said Andrew
in my ear.  "I hope they don't miss!"

     The firing stopped and so did the noise.  A second distant explosion
came.

     "That sounded towards Harwich," said Andrew, "I hope it's on a field
somewhere."

     There was a tap on the door.  It was their mother.  We were covered
with a sheet OK.

     "Are you alright in there?" she asked, opening the door.

     "Don't switch the light on, Mummy," called out Lachlan, "We haven't
got the blackout curtains drawn!"

     I don't think she saw we were all in the same bed.

     "I wondered what on earth it was, so I've got in with them!"  I called
out just in case.

     "Good idea," she said.  "They don't usually come as far as this but if
there's more you'd better get up and go down to the cellar!"

     A third series of bangs from anti-aircraft guns stopped any more
conversation.  Three boys scrabbled for clothes in the dark and followed
the retreating figures, as Nanny Saunders was on the landing as well, down
the stairs and further down into a capacious cellar.  When in there Mrs
Cameron struck a match and lit several candles.  Both the ladies were in
voluminous dressing-gowns.  Three boys were in an assortment of garments.
I had found my shorts and a shirt.  Andrew had wound the sheet round him
while Lachlan had slipped his legs into the arms of my large pullover and
was holding the wide opening tightly round his chest while clutching at the
neck opening so his dangling genitalia weren't visible.  At least we had
something to laugh about as a third and then a fourth distant explosion
occurred.  We covered ourselves with blankets and sat in almost silence for
about half an hour.  There were no more explosions of any sort so Mrs
Cameron suggested we went back to bed.

     "If it's not too crowded you'd better be all together.  Lachlan, make
sure Jacko and Andrew are comfortable."

     Of course it would be better to be in bed together.  We had already
found that out.  >From now on we wouldn't have to rumple the sheets on my
single bed in the mornings!

     Andrew was still a bit edgy as we went back to bed but Lachlan and I
put him between us and said we would smother him before the Jerries got him
and cut his balls off.  We slept in the next morning because it was nearly
seven when I woke and the other two were still asleep.  I prodded them
awake as Aunt Della said there was milk and other things to collect from
the farm this morning.

     It was their turn to be bleary-eyed and I didn't think it was just
lack of sleep over the Doodle-bug rockets.  They'd both had a very, very
new, very, very intense experience last night as well.  We washed, dressed
and had breakfast and then started our day.  It was a bit cloudy, but still
warm so it was decided that after getting the things from the farm we would
cycle down to Shotley.  Lachlan said we might see where the Doodlebugs
exploded after they were shot down.

     We were lucky.  We came round a bend in the road and saw several
people standing in a field.  There was an army lorry parked up against the
hedge.  We stopped and a soldier by the lorry said we could go and have a
look but not to get too close.  There were two or three boys of about our
age already quite near the huge crater in the ground.  They were eager to
tell us they lived quite near in the next village and had been woken by the
sound of this one being shot at.  It had been the first of the night.  They
said the others were further over, Harwich way.  It was a hole!  And near
it, being guarded by two soldiers, was the tail part of the rocket with a
huge tube attached.  I remembered having seen a drawing of one in the
newspaper and realised that this was the rocket part.  Lachlan nodded as I
told him that and the boys listening were impressed as well with my
knowledge.  "How does it work?" one of them asked.  Here my expertise
deserted me for a moment until I remembered it had said under the drawing
that fuel was burnt in the rocket bit and this pushed the thing along.
They looked even more impressed.

     After this bit of excitement we set off again and reached Shotley.
The first thing I noticed was the tall mast with its ropes and
out-stretched arms.  Lachlan explained that when the boys were there before
the war they had to get up on the mast at big parades and one boy had to
stand on the small round platform at the top.  One thing I did not want to
do was join the Navy if they had to do things like that!  Something to tell
Matt!  After that we cycled on a bit further, but they said we couldn't go
onto the shore by the river here as it was mined in case we got invaded.

     I said I hadn't seen the sea since before the war so Lachlan said we
would cycle to Felixstowe one day next week and I could look at the sea
there.  That evening after supper I found a local map and saw that
Felixstowe was on the coast the other side of the river.  There was no
bridge marked and it seemed a long way round to go to Ipswich first.  When
I pointed this out to Lachlan he said what did I think boats were made for?
Cross the river, moor up and cycle through the lanes to Felixstowe.  Daft
me!

     Lots of news when we got home.  Mrs Cameron and Nanny were discussing
the fact that the French had entered Paris which they had heard on the BBC
News but, for us boys, the exciting bit of news was that Uncle Edward was
coming for lunch next day on Sunday.  He was at Colchester dealing with a
case and would come by train in the morning to Ipswich.

     That night in bed there was a whole new experience again.  As soon as
we got into bed Andrew wanted to suck me but I said it was better to do
things slowly and we could do it all together.  After we had roused each
other to the usual pre-firing frenzy I guided two heads, one, Andrew's, to
my rearing cock and the other, Lachlan's, to his brother's young stubby.  I
sought out Lachlan's mighty monster and for the next fifteen minutes or so
the only sounds were of quiet lapping and licking and then long drawn out
moans as three loads of spunk were unloaded within minutes of each other.
Finally three heads met and tongues exchanged remains.

     "I wondered what it would be like, all that stuff," said Andrew in a
whisper.  "I was a bit scared 'cause you make lots don't you?  I couldn't
keep it all in, some of it's come out on you."  The tip of his tongue
feathered my bottom lip. "It tastes funny but nice, doesn't it?"

     "Yours does, too," whispered his brother, "It's odd, it's quite
sweet-tasting."

     Lachlan's spunk had tasted very much like Alun's or Rhys's.  Thick in
texture, creamy and with a salty sweetness.

     I whispered that I had tasted quite a few boys' spunk.  As I said this
there was a slight movement by both.  Surprise?  I quickly went on to say
that as boys got older their spunk tasted different.  I thought early on it
had a sweeter taste than when they were older where it was more salty.
They took a moment or two to digest this.

     "How many boys have you done it to like this?" Lachlan asked.

     "Is it many?"  Piped up Andrew.

     How many?  Quick!  There's Matt, Mike, Tom, Alun, Rhys, Gareth, Tony,
Roo, Nobbo..., and young Sam Catt had done it to me.  Were there others?  I
would have to check my diary.

     "I think it's about nine others," I said.

     Andrew gasped.  "And what about other things?"

     Other things, at the moment, must mean wanking someone else.

     "That's over thirty."

     There was a gasp from both of them.

     "Who?" asked Lachlan.

     Who? when? and where?  I would be all night recounting each new one!

     "I'll tell you sometime.  Don't you want to go to sleep now?"

     No they did not!  To celebrate the fact that Jerry Doodlebugs meant
they had a valid reason for all being together, two smaller horny boys made
the bigger horny boy toss them both off in quick succession and then they
nuzzled and tweaked and bit and wanked the bigger horny boy into a state of
total submission to any demands they might make on his body now, tomorrow,
or forever in the future.  Three cum-spattered, un-mopped, un-horny boys
snuggled together - the bigger boy with his arms protectively round both
the smaller ones.  Fuck any Doodlebugs! Tonight or any other night!

                              *
     Sunday morning we went for another cycle ride as Mrs Cameron wanted us
out of the house which had to be tidied for Uncle Edward's visit and there
was also lunch to cook.  This time we went through several little villages
inland.  We were back by twelve and there was Uncle Edward ensconced, as I
had seen him before recently, in a deckchair with a glass in hand.  The two
boys rushed to him and stood either side looking very solemn.
  Uncle Edward looked them both over, ignored them and greeted me
effusively as I appeared in the background and stood in front of him.

     "Hallo, Jacko," he said, waving the half-empty glass, "Long time no
see, as one disappointed parson said to another!"

     What the hell was he on about?

     "And how has this pair of tatterdemalion rapscallions been treating
you?  Haven't led you too far astray with their tales of derring-do at that
military corrective establishment of theirs.  They have to lock them in
twenty-four hours a day or the monsters'll kill each other bare-handed,
eh?"  He grinned at the two unlikely-looking monsters. "How are you, lost
your tongues? Unusual!"

     "Oh, Edward," said Lachlan with a hint of desperation, "We were all
ready to greet you nicely and you ignored us!  You said last time when we
were in our uniforms we would look good as mantelpiece ornaments except
there wasn't much call for Kitchener look-alikes at the moment and now we
are tatter-something or others!"

     "Tatterdemalion is quite true," I said, having met the word as one of
Huggy's favourites when reviewing untidy work or untidy boys.  "And they've
tried to drown me....  Twice," I added.

     Andrew stepped back and gave me a thump on the thigh.

     "We thought you'd be on our side, but you're fraternizing with the
enemy!" he said through the side of his mouth.

     The boys were obviously very used to Uncle Edward's brand of humour.
We all laughed and the boys then vied with each other to say all the things
- almost all the things - we'd done since my arrival, finishing up by
saying I wasn't the big, fat, spotty, four-eyed, bookworm snob he'd said I
was!  Uncle Edward held his hands, and empty glass now, up in horror.  His
chickens were coming home to roost!  I laughed, putting on as nasty a laugh
as I could.

     "You're very lucky I know you," I said, wagging my finger at him,
"You've got your other nephews in trouble in the past with what you've said
so I know what you're like.  And..."  Here I pointed at the two lads,
"..You've encouraged these monsters here to do me in..."  The lads looked
at me in bewilderment.  I wasn't finished.  "It's OK," I said, "We've had a
marvellous time!...."  I stepped forward.  "May I get you another drink?
You look as if you need it!"

     "Hoist with my own petard!" was his answer as he handed me the glass.

     I went indoors and found the ladies busy in the kitchen.  I told them
Uncle Edward was being his usual self and they laughed.  His glass was
replenished with whisky and a dash of soda and I asked if I could do
anything but was told just to keep them all out of the way until the gong
was rung.

     When I returned and handed Uncle his glass the boys were sitting
either side of the deckchair on the grass with him telling them some
involved tale about a prisoner escaping and how the Redcaps had found him
hiding in a cubicle of a Ladies' lav in Colchester all dressed in blouse,
skirt and high heels and how the Redcaps had been pursued by angry ladies
who'd had their privacy disturbed and the prisoner had escaped again.
  The imagery of flailing umbrellas and handbags wielded with intent caused
great merriment.  The gong then sounded and we four, happy band of
warriors, entered the dining-room to be met by gorgeous smells of a Sunday
roast dinner.  There was a piece of lamb - from the farmer down the lane -
roast potatoes, carrots, peas and even cabbage, all done to perfection.
Uncle Edward and the ladies had a couple of glasses of wine and, as a
second bottle was to be opened, us boys were allowed a half glass each.
Flea, next to me kept nudging my knee which caused Fido to respond
slightly.  Flea was going to get a good going over later in bed!  I'd noted
before that a little drop of wine raised my arousal level.  But, I mustn't
be like the porter!

     With a plate of raspberries and redcurrants for afters so ended a
lovely lunch.  I was replete and we all, including the ladies, went down
and sat on the bank near the river.  Plans were being made for the rest of
my stay.  The farmer said he was cutting two fields of wheat the next day
so we would be having a look at that and, with luck, might come home with a
rabbit.  A trip to Felixstowe was planned.

     "We'd better go on Tuesday," said Lachlan, "'cause Wednesday's early
closing."

     "We couldn't go Wednesday," I said, "I'm going home that day."

     There was a silence.

     "Do you have to go home?" came a plaintive query from Andrew, "Can't
you stay longer?"

     "When do you go back to school?" asked Mrs Cameron.

     "Oh, Thursday the seventh," I said, that date etched on my
consciousness.

     "That's another week away," she said.  "If you want to stay you can.
I'm going to London again on the sixth so I'll see you onto the train
then."

     "And I'll go and telephone your mother now," added Uncle Edward, "I
want a word with her anyway."

     I was almost shaking my head in disbelief.  The boys were grinning all
over their faces.  Lachlan even helped Uncle Edward up from the grass.
Silence reigned for about ten minutes until he returned.

     "Thumbs up," he said, "All arranged!  I told her to get Jimmy the Kid
to take her away to somewhere romantic next weekend while the boy's away!
And she and you are coming to the wedding.  I said you could be a page-boy
with these two, all in little sailor suits, or, as I haven't any nieces,
you could all be bridesmaids instead."

     Andrew burst into giggles and started prodding his brother.  "You,
you...  Potty says you'll make a good girl in that play!"

     A slight free-for-all developed where Andrew was tackled down again
while the rest of us laughed.  It didn't help when Uncle Edward said he
thought so too, let his hair grow a bit and Nanny Saunders could put it in
curlers.  Lachlan rolled off Andrew and launched himself at Uncle Edward
who repelled the young tornado with some difficulty, roaring with laughter
all the time.

     "You two could wear the family tartan anyway, you'd both look lovely
in those wee skirts!"

     Wrong thing to say as he was then attacked on both flanks.  Andrew
said his father had been born in Scotland and they were entitled to wear
the kilt and his father had said the Jerries were scared of the Jocks in
the last war as they called them the Ladies from Hell, so there.  A regular
rough and tumble then ensued with Uncle Edward at last grabbing both by
their shorts and clutching them with his legs round their legs.

     "Give up, you wee Jocks, then?"

     Calling them 'wee' didn't help.  Uncle Edward might be six foot and
well-built but two determined teenagers were likely to have the last laugh.
They did.  Wriggling and twisting they managed to get away from his grasp.
He lay back laughing and wheezing as they rolled away and sat up together
side by side looking at him.  Uncle Edward pulled himself up.

     "You're a fine one, Jacko," he said, "I get you an extension of leave
and you leave me at the mercy of these two.  I need a cigarette."

     I flipped the silver case and matches which had been on the ground
where he had been lying over to him.

     "You deserve it," I said, "You told them all sorts of things about me,
but I do agree they would look nice..."

     Here I leapt to my feet and rushed off into the shrubbery hotly
pursued by the pair of them.  I stopped, turning as they came lumbering
through the bushes.  I held my arms out and the three of us, laughing, did
a war-dance.

     As Uncle Edward had to catch the seven o'clock train we had supper
early and the ancient cab came and picked him up.  The farewell the boys
gave him was so heartfelt, they knew they would have a wonderful new dad!

     As I was staying an extra week and I'd forgotten to bring my Ration
Book anyway I wondered how things would go.  Food, I mean.  Not to worry.
According to Aunt Della there was always plenty of fruit and vegetables and
Mr Catchpole the farmer was very good for extras.... Uncle Edward had, as
at Cardiff, brought his own rations which Nanny Saunders said had some
precious sugar and some bacon in the bag.

     Plans for the week were set during the evening.  I was to learn how to
sail and to swim.  We would have a trip to Felixstowe on Tuesday.  Lachlan
said we could visit his mum's old aunt there and get some tea.  Andrew said
she had cats but Aunt Della said she'd heard from her she only had one now.
Lachlan laughed and said his dad used to say Aunt Maude would leave all her
money to the Cats' Home unless we visited her regularly.  Aunt Della said
he wasn't to say things like that.  She was very fond of her Aunt Maude,
but she didn't like cats herself.  Lachlan was made to write a postcard
announcing our visit which he had to post in the morning.  Then, after a
good start at a game of Monopoly, where I managed to get Park Lane early
on, we said to their mother and Nanny Saunders, who were playing Patience
and gossiping at the same time, we would go to bed as we wanted to go
sailing very early.  That was one reason.  I could see the other reason in
Lachlan's bulging shorts which he kept having to adjust.

     He dropped his shorts as soon as we shut the door to the bedroom.
"Phew," he said, "Gotta give it an airing."  The six inch thickie was hard
and almost upright and looked huge on his slim body.  Catlicks all round
and then bed.  Andrew was bouncing around, his own short stiffy ready for
action, Colonel Thomson was in charge.  I made the boys lie down and
quietly we stroked each other's backs and sides until I positioned Andrew
so that he could lap on Lachlan's balls.

     Lachlan began to make soft 'oh'-ing sounds which ended as I pressed my
own hard rod against his lips.  His tongue emerged immediately and he began
to lick along its length finally easing my foreskin back ever so gently and
licking my exposed end.  I had already sucked on Andrew's ball sac as I had
done before and, this time I engulfed the whole of his length in my mouth
even if it did press towards the soft bit at the back.  I wasn't aware of
time passing.  The feelings like no other were building up as both Andrew
and Lachlan also rubbed their hands along my legs and back as well.  I was
doing the same to both of them so we were sharing each other until,
suddenly, I couldn't stop myself and my spunk poured out into Lachlan's
sucking mouth.  He spluttered a bit, but the feelings must have been
sufficient to set him off because young Andrew began to splutter as well.
Finally, with a subdued "Ahhhhhh" Andrew's watery seed hit the roof of my
mouth.  The ritual of sharing each other continued with the use of our
tongues.  We lay very quietly for quite a long time savouring each other's
presence until Andrew jerked against me.

     "Listen!" he whispered urgently, "it's them again!"

     His sharp ears had detected the far-off unmistakable noise of a
dreaded V1 rocket motor.  Lachlan was in charge now.

     "We'd better go down to the cellar now before anything happens."

     We slid out of bed as the noise increased and I had just retrieved a
hankie from my shorts pocket, to wipe the residue of spunk off my leg where
it had dripped from Andrew's mouth, when the shore-battery opened up.
Lachlan helped his brother put his pullover on, then, checking I was ready,
led the way out onto the landing.  His mother and Nanny Saunders were just
coming along from their rooms and we were shepherded down to what we hoped
was the safety of the cellar.  There were twelve successful explosions but
there was silence as we heard the thirteenth approach and then recede into
the distance.

     "One's got through," whispered Lachlan.  "Please God, let it miss
Colchester!"

     That simple prayer was again heartfelt.  Uncle Edward was in
Colchester and his soon-to-be stepson was praying for him.  I put my arm
out and hugged him to me.  I was thinking also of all those other people
who must live in those bombed and damaged houses I'd seen and that rocket
was now directed towards them in London.

     I was trying to doze but was on the alert all the time.  We stayed in
the shelter for over an hour until Aunt Della said she thought that was all
for the night.  We crept up to bed but we were too worked up to go to
sleep.  I was in the middle with two rather restless boys either side.  I
tried closing my eyes but kept imagining I could hear rumbling sounds or
explosions then I realised that Andrew was crying very softly.  I turned
until I was facing him and put a hand on his cheek.  Sure enough, it was
damp with a tear that wetted my fingers.

     "What's the matter, Flea?" I asked as softly as I could.  Lachlan
heard my question and lay still the other side of me.

     "They said they'd fuck me properly if I said about them," he whispered
and sniffed.

     I felt Lachlan's body stiffen behind me.

     "Who said that?"  I asked as gently as possible.

     He sniffed again.  "Can't tell you 'cause they'd made me do things
before, when they said I was a pretty young thing."  He was crying quite
openly now.

     I knew Lachlan was ready to go on the offensive with questions but
Andrew needed to be handled gently. I put a hand back on Lachlan and held
him indicating he should keep quiet.

     "You can tell me," I said, taking my hand from Lachlan and slipping my
right arm under Andrew drawing him to me and holding him then with my left
arm round his back.  His head was on my shoulder and he was quietly heaving
with sobs.

     The story came out in fits and starts.  He'd been reprimanded on
parade for not having a clean enough rifle so had been put on fatigues
which meant he had extra duties to do.  He had been detailed to clean out
the gymnasium storeroom and make it clean and tidy.

     "And I was in there," he continued, punctuated by sniffs, "and these
two boys came in."

     Lachlan started to say "Who?" but I bumped him by jerking my buttocks
and he took the hint.

     "What did they say?" I asked to cover up Lachlan's question.

     "They said wasn't I a pretty little thing and wouldn't I like to be
fucked by two big cocks!" he sniffed and his brother was getting quite
restless behind me.

     "What happened," I asked before Lachlan could say anything.

     "They held me and took my trousers and undies down and laughed when
they saw my cock and said that was never made to be a boner but I was just
right for fucking and one of them was pushing his cock in my crack."

     He was quite distraught now, but I thought it best to get the whole
story out.  I held him tightly as his chest heaved with his sobs.

     "You're OK, Andrew, tell me more."  I stroked the back of his head.

     "The other one tried to get me to suck his cock but I wouldn't 'cause
I did say I'd bite it off.  He said it would be the last thing I did and
then they made me toss them off and they pushed my face into their stuff
and told me to clean it up properly and went off laughing and saying I'd
nice soft hands."

     All this came out in one long rush.  Lachlan was not to be silenced
any longer. He reared over my back and in a voice dripping with hate
snarled, "And who were the fuckers?  I'll kill the bastards!"

     "I knew you would do that so I didn't dare tell you, I didn't want to
get you into trouble.  And then they got me at Easter camp and said if I
ever told anyone they would fuck me properly!"

     He clutched at me as his brother vaulted over me and stood by the bed
beside Andrew.

     "Tell me their names and I promise you they'll wish they'd never been
born!" he said slowly and very deliberately, "When did this happen?...."
He gasped, realising what Andrew had said.  "...Before Easter?  And you
never told me!  I'm your brother.  I'm responsible for you!"  He knelt down
and put his arms round his brother as well.  He also began to weep.  "Oh,
Andrew, I'm so sorry, you should have said something.."

      I moved over in the bed pulling Andrew with me.  Lachlan got into bed
behind him and we clutched and cuddled him until both were more composed.
The Doodlebug attack plus these revelations had raised everyone's emotions.
I felt for Andrew who must feel very vulnerable amongst boys so much bigger
and so much more developed than him.

     "Can't you tell me who they were?" I asked.  He shook his head.

     "Which class are they in?" asked Lachlan.

     "Remove," replied Andrew a bit more steadily.

     "Bastards!" breathed Lachlan, "They're all big and thick and stay
there for years until they leave."

     "Lawson, the one you thumped, he's in Remove...," said Andrew slowly.

     "And was he one of them?" demanded Lachlan.

     Andrew shook his head.  "His friend...."

     "Castleman...," Lachlan whistled through his teeth.  "It was him and
that big bastard Fitzroy, eh?"  He didn't give Andrew time to reply.  "They
did something to some kid last year and he left and everyone knew it was
them but they got away with it.  They won't get away with this.  By the
time I've finished with them their bollocks will be mincemeat!"

     Andrew started to cry again.  "Please, Lachs, don't do anything,
they'll get me!"

     He had confirmed Lachlans' surmise with that.  I tried to soothe him
by holding him tighter against me but he was sobbing again.

     "Don't you worry, Andrew, when I've finished with those two they won't
be harming anyone else!"

     Andrew gradually calmed down and then turned and put his arms round
me.
  "I feel safe with you and Lachs, Jacko.  I wish you could be at school
with us as well."

     Poor Andrew.  He was more like a boy of ten or eleven now, not like
the confident young man in the boat, or the youngster getting the better of
his brother I had seen over the past days. Although I was only two months
older than him I felt ancient!  But then, how would I have reacted being
threatened with rape by two thugs?  And I didn't have an older brother to
stand up for me!


To be Continued:.........