Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2003 20:41:25 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 57

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.  Those so
far have been very helpful in that they have given me the encouragement to
persevere!

This is a very long tale.  It unfolds over a good number of years.  What is
true, is true: what is not is otherwise.  If you have trouble with the
English educational system, or English usage, let me know.


			    ALADDIN'S AWAKENING

				    By

				   Joel


				CHAPTER 34

[Note: There is a short glossary of Suffolk dialect usage at the end of
this complete chapter which is in three parts.  Get the flavour!]

			       Part One:....

			  Monday August 28th 1944

I did fall into a fitful sleep after that and we certainly weren't in a
state to go sailing in the morning.  It was decided that we would go and
see the fields being cut and the wheat being threshed and then I could have
another swimming lesson in the afternoon.  Andrew was more his perky self
though Lachlan seemed quiet and pensive.

     We watched the binder cutting the wheat going round in circles and I
was fascinated by the great steam-engine driving the threshing-machine.  It
was so much bigger than I had imagined from the size of the model engine Pa
had constructed.  The engine driver said I could get up on the foot-plate
to see how it was controlled. I even shovelled in two lots of coal.  Every
boy wants to drive a steam engine and here I was!  Andrew and Lachs went
off to find hefty sticks to catch the rabbits which they predicted would
emerge from the last bit of the standing wheat as it was finally cut.  They
joined the half-dozen or so lads who, with small dogs in attendance, were
already keeping watch.  Andrew managed to hit one rabbit and killed it
outright.  Farmer Catchpole came over to the assembled boys when the
wholesale slaughter was over and each of us was given a dead, warm rabbit
with the instruction, "Do you tek thet hom quick to your moither, bor,
it'll mek a good stew!"  All this was a bit beyond my childhood memories of
the adventures of Peter Rabbit though someone there did end up in a pie!
So, proud as Romans returning from the wars with their spoils, we yielded
up three dead, fat bunnies to a very delighted Nanny Saunders.

     We watched fascinated as she deftly decapitated the corpses, removing
hairy feet which were offered to us as good luck tokens. Quickly, she
unzipped each furry jacket with a sharp knife so that, in a trice, the
silvery, bluish-skinned carcases were revealed, then gutted and chopped
into segments for the pot.  She said she'd been brought up on a local farm
so had been doing this since a young girl.  In fact, Farmer Catchpole was a
cousin of hers so that was why we could always be sure of something a bit
extra.  Something extra arrived that afternoon when a young lad brought two
pheasants and was rewarded by being shown the boat and promised a sail in
it.

     "That's Billy Catchpole's little brother, Georgie, Mr Catchpole is his
granddad. Those two girls who came and washed up on Sunday are his sisters,
Beryl and Doreen," said Lachlan after he had gone.  "Dad bought the boat
off Billy's dad.  Billy's in the Army so couldn't sail and dad said he
could have it back after the war.  Billy taught me to sail and I've taught
Andrew."

     "Huh!" said Andrew, once more ready to spar with his brother, "And who
can't tie a clove hitch properly, eh?"

     "Just because the rope was wet and my fingers were cold!" said Lachlan
making yet another abortive grab at his small adversary.

     "Where would you be on a man-o-war, eh?"  Andrew wrung his hands,
"Captain, sir, my poor fingers are so cold and the cannon's dropped in the
sea." He laughed and dodged out of the way.  "They'd make you walk the
plank!"

     Thank goodness last night's spell had been broken!

     The spell was even more broken during the swimming lesson.  I was
doing very nicely, thank you, gaining confidence and getting well across
the pond without support, when Andrew swam under me and grabbed at my
dangling cock and yanked on it.  My concentration, needless to say was
broken, I submerged and came up spluttering.

     A laughing Andrew was several yards away, standing up in the water to
his chest.  He put his hands to his mouth. "Action stations, U-boat on the
port bow.  It's in difficulty because it's periscope was pointing the wrong
way!  Depth charges, ready, fire!"

     He dived under the water but the U-boat was ready for him.  I saw his
shadow under the water and remembered about refraction and as he made a
grab for my genitalia again I submerged, holding my breath and caught him
cleanly round the shoulders.  With the help of the buoyancy of the water I
lifted him straight up and delivered three sharp slaps to his backside.  He
looked surprised.

     "Don't take advantage of your elders and betters," I said in as stern
a manner as possible.

     Lachs, who had watched the whole episode, swam over.

     "Thank goodness there's someone else to cope with the little demon.
Shall we show him who are really the bosses?"

     Poor Andrew.  He was giggling and squirming fit to bust by now and
giggled and writhed even more as two wet and dripping elders and betters
subjected him to a violent bout of tickling until he was breathless and had
just about enough puff to call out "Pax".

     As he lay there panting, Lachlan nudged me and pointed. Andrew's four
and a half inches of boy meat was stiff as a board.  I quickly moved up,
catching hold of Andrew's arms and pinning them down above his head.
Lachlan sat across his legs and then, delicately, put his finger and thumb
at the base of the young erection and pulled.  Andrew's foreskin slipped
down and his pink acorn was exposed. He gasped

     "What do you think of that, Jacko?  Skinned just like a young rabbit.
Not much for a nice pie, though."

     Andrew was not to be beaten.  "Speak for yourself, you're no donkey
dong either, yours couldn't even make holes in doughnuts!"  He looked up at
me, upside down, with guileless eyes, "At least Jacko could fill the
doughnuts with plenty of fresh cream!"

     Who was boss now!  We had to let him go and contented ourselves with
picking long fronds of grass and tickling him with these while his
perfectly formed young prick remained steadfastly erect.  In the end we lay
head to head while they questioned me further about my sexual experiences.
They were intrigued when I told them, mentioning no name, about the time I
tormented Tom by keeping him tied up.  Gradually I heard about them.
Keeping his eyes firmly on Andrew, who, wisely kept his mouth shut, Lachlan
confessed - no not really confessed as he said it with feeling - that he
and Bradley had, in fact tossed each other off on quite a few occasions.
He said he liked Bradley very much, he didn't mind fagging for him or being
his batman at camp, he was kind and considerate and rather maligned by his
class- mates.  Lachlan said Bradley knew he wasn't the fullest tank in the
shithouse - a phrase I'd never heard before - but Captain Harrison had told
him he would make a very fine officer as long as he kept his head.

     I found out that Captain Harrison was in charge of all the Cadets and
was both revered and feared.  It was he who had come across the fracas when
Lachlan had beaten up the bully.

     "Tell him, Lachs!" Andrew said quietly when I asked what had happened.

     "I will, but you mustn't think I'm boasting," he said and put a hand
out and caressed his brother's knee. "Andrew told me he'd said to you about
it.  I didn't want him too.  But this Lawson kept calling me names.  He's
not in our Company and ours got the training cup last year and he didn't
like it."  He looked at me and smiled.  "He kept calling me Private
Short-arse and that Fitzroy...," He stopped stroking Andrew's knee and just
let his hand rest there.  Andrew put his small hand on top of it.  "...kept
egging him on.  They knew I was friendly with Bradley so they kept
emphasising the arse.  That day we'd had a special drill practice for
Founder's Day and I'd been chosen to give some of the orders.  After the
parade I was walking just in front of Lawson and a couple of others when he
said that I may be Private Short-arse but I took long ones in my stride.  I
just turned round and thumped him - right in the solar plexus - there!"  He
prodded me - right there!  "He's tall and that's as far as I could reach.
It stunned him a bit so I hit him again and he went down and his friends
scattered.  I was just going to beat his brains in as well - if there were
any - when Captain Harrison came round the corner.  All his pals
disappeared and there was him on the ground.  I know Captain Harrison knew
what had happened..  He just said, 'Get up off the ground, Private Lawson,
shake hands and go to the Guardroom and wait for me there'.  He shook hands
with me and marched off.  Captain Harrison looked down at me 'cause he's
six foot five and said 'You get to the Guardroom too and don't let me ever
find you hitting a boy smaller than yourself again!'" He waited and Andrew
squeezed his hand.  "We both got extra duties and Lawson did apologise."

     "Potty says he's easily led but not too bad underneath.  But no-one's
called me, or him, short-arse since!" said Andrew.

     Smaller than him?  Lawson was a midget in comparison with Lachlan.
Captain Harrison was a good judge of character!

     We made all our plans for the visit to Felixstowe the next day.  I
asked where they would leave the sailing boat but they showed me we would
be using a small rowboat, just big enough for two boys or one boy and,
perhaps, the three bikes.  Lachlan would row.  We worked out that the best
way was for him to take Andrew across first, come back and I would help
load the bikes, then on the third run I would be collected.  I thought he'd
be worn out before we even started cycling down the lanes.

     We wore each other out that night in bed.  As soon as I got into bed
Andrew was between my legs trying to take my whole length in his mouth.  He
calmed down when his brother smacked his bottom and said to take things a
bit more slowly.  We did and repeated the trio of two nights before.  I
noticed, as soon as Andrew realised I was about to start unloading, that he
only had the tip of my cock in his mouth.  The first couple of shots landed
inside his mouth but he pulled away and I coated the side of his nose and
forehead with the rest.  I had come first and continued to work on
Lachlan's mushroom end, licking on that favoured spot.  His spunk was quite
copious and I kept as much as I could in my mouth.  I heard Andrew gasping
and moaning as his juice flowed.  Quickly I moved in the bed and wiped my
sticky, cum-coated tongue down his cheek the other side.  Lachlan saw what
I was doing and added the remnants of Andrew's own outflow straight down
his nose and onto his lips.

     "I like you better with that decoration than with the paint!" I
whispered as he put a hand up to investigate the sticky donations enhancing
his beauty.

     He refused the offer of the face-cloth and we lay just chatting until
he dived down the bed again and clamped his jaws round Lachlan's once-again
rigid rod.  A second round of the trio ensued, which done slowly and
carefully must have lasted the best part of an hour.  Andrew broke the
spell as my sucking mouth drew his spunk out first.  I came next but Andrew
licked and sucked Lachlan for a long time after that before his orgasm
happened.  I had helped as in the last few minutes I gently held and rolled
his testicles until they were drawn up to the base of his prick.

     Even after that seeming marathon we were not ready for sleep.  We were
relaxed but, I think, still a bit on edge as well, waiting, listening in
case another batch of Doodlebugs appeared.  I had continued with a
whispered version of the trip to the firing-range with Mike when Andrew's
hand started to gently feel my limp cock.  That delicate touch soon
resulted in the usual erection and cessation of my tale-telling.  Soon
three boys were equally erect and one by one our partners caused a third,
profound, almost excruciating, but oh so satisfying, spasm of
delight. Although Andrew had begun with me his was the final orgasm as he
patiently waited until I brought squeals from his elder brother who then,
very slowly raised him to quivering heights of extreme tension and blessed
release.

     No Doodlebugs came that night and we slept soundly after that

                         *

     I woke suddenly, bursting for a pee.  I glanced at my watch.  It was
already nearly eight o'clock.  In the distance I could hear the tractor
pulling the binder round a field.  We lazy tykes were still a-bed while
England worked.  I prodded them awake.  They were bleary- eyed this morning
and Andrew had the added condition of a crusted face.  I said my friend
Mike had said it was good for spots and after lengthy inspection in the
bathroom mirror, after washing the remains away, Andrew announced he didn't
have any.  I suggested he'd better get Lachlan to apply the lotion every
night and nearly got a whack in the goolies from Lachlan.  In retaliation I
said he probably wasn't capable of producing enough every day which
resulted in me being pursued into the bedroom where he slapped me on the
legs with a wet face-cloth.  I wrestled it from him and managed to get him
over the bed where I tickled his saggy bollocks with a corner of it.

     "Good for you," said Andrew who had finished his ablutions and came
into the bedroom. "He needs someone to keep him clean down there now he
won't let Nanny Sunders wipe his bottom!"  He wrinkled his nose.  "He's
better than Potty though, some of them call him Skid Mark Alley behind his
back!"

     "Let me up, Jacko, please, I'll...."

     Andrew came over and put a hand over his mouth and took the flannel
from my hand.

     "Here, you hold him and I'll check him.  I can tell them back at
school he needs to be checked every morning."

     Lachlan was spluttering.  "Get that child off me!  Ow," This in
response to Andrew pushing the damp cloth roughly between his legs.

     Andrew withdrew the cloth and pretended to examine it. He shook his
head.

     "I will have to talk to Nanny Saunders about his toilet-training.  We
can't have him roaming Felixstowe with a dirty bum!"

     "I'll dirty bum you," he raved, he looked at me trying to keep a
straight face.  "I thought you were my friend and you let him insult me."

     I let him go and he catapulted himself off the bed, grabbing the
face-cloth from his brother and waving it.

     "Look, wretch, it's clean!  Lying little hound.  You say anything at
school...."

     I just laughed, they were off again.  The bantam-cock was roused.  He
turned to me.

     "You're very lucky you don't have a brother..."  He stopped. All venom
dissipated.  "No, I don't mean that.  I'd miss him!"

     Andrew then jumped up onto the bed and jumped off immediately,
upwards, onto me, his arms round my neck and his legs round my waist.  I
overbalanced and fell onto the bed.  He was giggling.

     "You can have me, I'll be your brother, old sour-puss would miss me
then, wouldn't he? ....So there!"  This last directed at a grinning Lachlan
who took the opportunity to administer quite a stinging sounding slap to
Andrew's exposed bottom.  "Ow!  That hurt!"

     He pushed away from me and tried to get at his brother who fended him
off with the face-cloth, expertly wielded, slapping his back, chest, sides
and legs until, exhausted by laughing, Andrew dropped to his knees and
bowed low.  "Master, I am your slave, do not beat me."

     These sudden changes, a result of years of brotherly play were
exhausting for me.  I couldn't always work out what was play or what was
for real. I decided that with these two never to take anything as too
serious, unless...  Here I was at a bit of a loss...  Everything was
serious for them - their love for each other, the protectiveness of the
older brother for the younger, the way each wanted the best, or the same,
for the other.  As an only child I was missing a lot.  But, I was lucky in
the number of good friends I had.  I would have to try to explain all this
to them over the next few days.

     Andrew was up again and in charge.  "Come on you two, get washed and
dressed, it's breakfast time and we want to be off soon."

     Lachlan looked at me with an air of resignation.  We shared the sink
and the face- cloth and the towel and grinned at each other as we washed,
listening as Andrew chuntered away in the bedroom.  Andrew had dressed,
made the bed and had laid out our clothes, a clean shirt, shorts, with
underpants today for Lachlan.  The chuntering was because in my pile in the
chest of drawers he had found my jockstrap and was standing stretching the
elastic and looking intently at the pouch.

     "Where did you get this?" he asked as I took it from him and put it
on.
  I said it was part of the Chris Gardiner bequest - I hadn't told them,
yet, about the French letters or the photos.  Lachlan said Bradley wore one
when playing rugger and he was going to get one himself when next in
London.

     Andrew sniffed.  "At least Jacko's got something to fill it with!...."

     Before he said anything else I slipped it off and handed it to
Lachlan.  "You have it today...  And midget balls can try it tomorrow - he
can wear it over his head as a nosebag like the coalman's horse!  He'll
like that, we can put his rations in it."

     Andrew looked at me menacingly.  "Midget balls!..." he repeated, "I'll
give you midget balls tonight and I don't want that thing tomorrow with his
stink up my nose all day!..." His face changed.  "Can I have it tomorrow if
you wear it today?"

     I swatted him with the underpants I'd got out to wear instead.

     "You will wear it tomorrow properly!"

     He made a face.  "Potty says they're awfully draughty on a cold
winter's day.  Freezes your bum-hole."  He looked at his brother.  "Good, I
hope it's chilly today and you'll just swell up with all your farts kept
in!" He looked at me.  "He's just like Toad of Toad Hall, 'Parp, Parp', you
can hear him coming for miles!"

     I thought I would try the backchat!  "Shut up, Andrew, or I'll write
to Potty and tell him everyone can hear you coming for miles.  I thought
the noise you made last night would have woken Nanny Saunders and I
expected her to come rushing in with a dummy to keep you quiet....  Perhaps
we might shove two big dummies in tonight..., eh Lachs?...."

     Lachs was wisely keeping quiet - let a new adversary try his hand!

     "Huh," riposted Andrew, "Two big dummies yourselves and those
things...." He pointed at our groin areas, "....Those things wouldn't stop
a draught through a keyhole...!"

     It was no good!  I looked at Lachlan and shrugged my shoulders.  A
slight smile played at the edge of his mouth.  We both knew when we were
beaten, but..., time for more.  Both I and Lachs had finished dressing, so,
breakfast, and the beginning of our trip.

     Lachlan handled the little rowboat most expertly.  I took my plimsolls
off to stand in the shallows to load the bikes on the second trip across
with Andrew on the far bank shouting out instructions which we studiously
ignored.  The expertise in handling the boat was noticeable as he didn't
attempt to row straight across but rowed a bit upstream and let the river
coming down gently land him on the other bank.  So, we were soon off on a
tiny, narrow lane away from the mud flats and were soon passing through the
little, quiet villages.  I was intrigued when Lachlan pointed out two
churches in one churchyard and said the door of one still bore the marks of
the bullets fired at it by the Roundheads.  I said that was real history
and we had been told Cardinal Wolsey had been born in Ipswich and had been
the son of a butcher and I knew a bit about the later battles between the
Cavaliers and the Roundheads.  He laughed and said it was true about Wolsey
and when we sailed up to Ipswich next he would show me all that remained of
Wolsey there and there was a hundred years between him and poor old King
Charles.

     It was odd, I lived in Kerslake, with an ancient cathedral, but this
countryside seemed so much older. I hadn't really been so interested in
history but I thought here time had perhaps, stood still for long periods.

     Lachlan said we would go down to the older part first where there had
been lots of sailing boats before the war.  We coasted down from the flat
land down to sea level and followed a road through marshes until we reached
Felixstowe Ferry.  On the way I saw a couple of strange buildings looking
like massive truncated, squat cones.  I learned more history as Lachlan
told me they were Martello Towers, built when Napoleon was a threat to
England.  He said they'd never fired a shot in anger from them and the one
we passed quite close to was used by the Coastguards now.  We also saw
where bombs had been dropped nearby as houses were damaged and the little
tin Church was destroyed.  There were also a couple of small dark
public-houses which looked as if they had emerged from the dank soil many
years before.  As we approached the river I could see a large mansion on
the other side and behind the mansion were very tall masts.  Lachlan said
they were something to do with wireless but he didn't know any more.  He
said we couldn't go onto the beach as it was mined and as we got closer to
the jetty I saw the tangled barbed wire and steel structures stretching
round the sea coast.  At the jetty were a couple of RAF men, with rifles,
guarding it.  We pushed our bikes onto the shingle beach leading upriver.
There were a number of strange old houseboats and what looked like an
aeroplane fuselage which Lachlan said someone lived in.  We then heard
cheery whistling and saw three lads industriously cleaning the base of a
boat which was up on a couple of trestles.

     Lachlan strode forward and parked his bike against a convenient pile
of old wood.  We followed suit and trailed behind him as he went up to the
biggest boy.

     "That's a pinnace, isn't it?"

     The lad stood up.  He was dressed in blue shorts and a blue jersey
with SEA SCOUTS prominently emblazoned across the chest.

     "Yes, eight-man pinnace."  He looked us over as the other lads also
looked up.  Both were in blue shirts and shorts and one was wearing a
sailor's cap with SEA SCOUTS on the band round its edge.  "You're not from
round here."

     "No, we live near Pinmill," Lachlan announced, going up and rubbing
his hand on the highly varnished side of the boat.

     The tall lad looked interested, he knew the place.  "D'you sail?" he
asked.

     "Yes, I have a twelve-foot dinghy.., built here," he indicated by
waving towards a black-painted wooden building near us.

     "...And half of it belongs to me...," said Andrew, stepping forward
and sticking out a hand.  "I'm Andrew Cameron and this is my brother
Lachlan and our cousin Jacko Thomson."

     The tall lad laughed and dropped the scrubbing brush he was holding
into the bucket at his feet.  He shook hands with Andrew, then us. "...And
I'm Douggie Roberts... and this pair are Davey and Brian.  We're cleaning
things up because we've got an inspection this weekend."

     Lachlan was not going to be upstaged by Andrew.  "D'you sail?"

     The lad shook his head.  "Not much now, Skip's had to go into the
Navy.
  We used to do a lot up river as far as Woodbridge, but now we row this or
take our dinghy up Kingsfleet.  Still it's great fun, isn't it?"  He turned
to the two younger lads who nodded in agreement.

     "What's that place over there?" I asked, pointing behind me to the
mansion with the masts.

     The big lad laughed.  "Shouldn't tell you, it's all hush-hush.  It's
Bawdsey Manor and the RAF have it, something to do with radio.  A couple of
boys at school who live in the village say their wireless is often too
noisy to listen to."

     "How do they get across?  There's no bridge."

     "Oh, the RAF men ferry them.  You can only go across if you live in
the village."

     After a bit more chit-chat and questioning from Lachlan we bade them
farewell and set off back along the road across the marshes.  We cycled up
along the coast road and then down and followed the road behind the
shoreline which was heavily decorated with the barbed wire and metal
stanchions we'd seen before.

     "I'll show you where Mrs Simpson stayed when she was getting her
divorce," announced Lachlan.  "It's here."  He indicated a rather
nondescript house back from the road.

     Mrs Simpson?  I knew little about what had happened just before the
war.  I knew we had a Coronation and that the previous king had abdicated
because he'd married an American.  Oh, yes, I remembered, she was divorced.

     "How do you know this?" I asked, wondering why she would stay here.

     Lachlan grinned.  "Dad was extra equerry or something at the Palace
and he told me.  He said he was chosen 'cause he was short like Edward the
king, but he wasn't there long."

     Nothing else was forthcoming and we cycled along up a hill and then
down a very bent hill back on the shore road again.  A bit further along
was a grassy bit near the wall leading to the sea.  Lachlan proposed we
stopped and had the sandwiches and pop in his saddle-bag.  I looked over
the wall and saw the defences again, stretching endlessly all along the
expanse of the coast.  Lachlan joined me.

     "Holland's over there.  I think that's where those rocket things come
from," he said, pointing towards the horizon, "And those guns we heard are
along there."  He pointed to his right.

     It all looked very desolate, the pier had a large piece missing from
the middle and what must have been a thriving seaside holiday place now
just had us boys and a few elderly looking people around.

     Andrew was restless after we'd eaten and rested for a while.  "Let's
go into the town," he said, "It's mum's birthday next week and we've got to
get her a present. And then we can go and see old Auntie Maude!"

     We rode back along the road and pushed our bikes up the bent hill and
rode up the main street.  As we passed one shop I saw exactly what I wanted
for myself.  A nice neat wooden photo frame for the photo of Piers and
Miles.  I had that at the bottom of my case tucked inside a Meccano
magazine to keep it flat and safe.  So far, I hadn't told the boys about
Piers.

     I stopped and the two boys followed me into the shop after having
propped our bikes up outside.  In fact, there were two identical frames so
I thought one would be a nice gift for Aunt Della for having me to stay.
The boys thought so too as they said she had lots of photos which could go
into it.  They wanted to know what the other frame was for and I said I
would tell them later. They hunted around and by the time I'd paid for my
frames they had chosen things too.  Aunt Maude was our next port of call.

     It wasn't far to her neat looking villa.  We parked our bikes in her
front garden against the wall where the iron railings had been removed,
'for the War Effort'.  Lachlan rang the bell and the door was soon opened
by a tall lady, grey hair back in a bun, a thick tweed suit in the middle
of summer, and steel-rimmed specs.  She smiled when she saw us.

     "Ah, my great-nephews and friend.  You'd better come in."  She closed
the door behind us.  "Watch out for Rajah he's in a funny mood today."  We
went into a large room with lots of comfy chairs in and on the table in the
middle sat the biggest long-haired cat I'd ever seen.  The Bran of the cat
world, I thought.  Rajah gave a loud 'miaow' as we stood and looked at him.

     "Don't go near him," Andrew whispered urgently, "He scratched me last
time I came."

     "Well, sit down," commanded Aunt Maude, "I suppose you want some tea?"

     We all nodded vigorously and she disappeared out while we sat down and
looked at each other and grinned rather self-consciously.  Rajah looked at
us all in turn then, for a cat that size, jumped agilely off the table,
jumped up onto the upholstered arm of my chair and sat, heavily, on my lap.
He purred loudly and looked up at me steadily with his golden eyes.  I put
a hand out and stroked his head.  He purred even louder. The boys looked
astounded.

     "Crumbs!" said Lachlan, "He's never done that with us before. He
scratched Andrew last time and hissed and spat at me the time before."

     Aunt Maude reappeared with a large tray laden with thick sandwiches
and a plate of fancy cakes.  She took one look at me and the cat.

     "You must be a reincarnation of an Egyptian Pharaoh," she said quite
unconcernedly and went off out again.

     Andrew made a screwing movement against his head....  "Bats!" he
mouthed.

     Rajah stopped purring and turned his head and looked at him.  I
stroked his head again and the purring resumed.  Andrew sat up straight and
looked subdued for once.  Lachlan watched us both intently without moving a
muscle in his face.

     Aunt Maude came in again, this time with a tray with a teapot and cups
and saucers.

     "Cats always know their own," she announced, "You'll have a long and
happy life most of the time.  Nine lives or the equivalent!  Don't worry,
whatever happens to you you'll come out on top.  Rajah knows."  She turned
to Lachlan.  "Have you come to survey your inheritance, Lachlan?"

     Lachlan grinned.  "You always say that.  What am I supposed to
answer?"

     "Like you always say when you get outside, 'Yes'," said Andrew.

     Aunt Maude laughed.  "Good, I like that!  You are just like your
father was, straight and honest.  So Lachlan, is that what you say?"

     Lachlan grinned, "Of course it is, who wouldn't and may we have some
tea, please?"

     Aunt Maude turned out to be not as formidable as she looked.  She
wanted to know about me and I did ask about the cat and why he'd chosen me.
She laughed and said she hadn't the foggiest idea and I shouldn't believe
half the clap-trap I heard and as far as she was concerned, cats were cats
and, as for Egyptian Pharaohs, they were dead and buried a long time ago.
She wanted to know if I approved of Uncle Edward marrying especially as he
would have this cart-load of monkeys to put up with.  I said from what I
knew of Uncle Edward he would be on the cart with them.  She was highly
amused at this and the boys liked it as well.  What with talk and food it
was very pleasant.  Except for one thing - the weight of the cat!  He sat
on me the whole time and accepted a shrimp - with purring pleasure - that I
held out to him which had fallen from a heavily loaded sandwich.  He purred
non-stop after that and when it was time to go he calmly jumped off me and
followed us to the door.

     When we got to the end of the road Lachlan said he'd never seen the
cat behave like that.

     "We'd better watch Jacko carefully or he'll be after our inheritance,"
said Andrew.

     We arrived back at their house, tired and hungry again.  We were met
with the most delicious smell.  It was rabbit pie.  Although I'd had my
fair share of eats at Aunt Maude's I was ready for that pie.  Nanny
Saunders beamed when I did my Oliver Twist act and asked for more.

     Nine o'clock came and we were off to bed.  I was going to be taught to
sail the next morning.  So, early to bed and early to rise.  We were early
to rise.  Masts were already hoisted as we undressed and even Andrew raised
his eyebrows at the sight of Lachlan's hefty erection in the pouch of my
jockstrap.  He went over as Lachlan was lifting his shirt over his head and
felt the horny lump in the cotton covering. Lachlan stood motionless, his
precious possessions were vulnerable.  He needn't worry, Andrew was
contemplating.

     "Potty said my brother should be going into the Navy because he's so
interested in boats.  I think he should join the Wrens then he could get
the Admiral's pinnace out!"  He gave the bulge a squeeze.  "Potty said
three Wrens fell in the sea and six blue-tits came out and Walters asked
him what he meant. We all laughed and he said he'd learn when he was
older. I know about the pinnace one 'cause I thought you would have said
that joke to those boys this morning but what did Potty mean about the
blue-tits?"

     He stroked the stretched fabric and then stood back.

     Pinnace.., penis....!  That joke had gone the rounds at school a few
weeks ago so I knew that one.  I giggled about the Wrens and the blue-tits.
Tits were beginning to be an obsession with some of our class.  Danny Ross
and Dave Morgan were always playing Battleships and Danny always drew his
circles with a dot in the middle and said they were Battle-tits.

     Lachlan didn't try to put his brother down.  He took the jockstrap off
and handed it to me.  I gave it to Andrew.

     "You wear it properly tomorrow, OK," I said.  He smiled.

     "Come on, Andrew, let's get into bed, you can be in the middle," said
his brother.

     Between us we enlightened Andrew, from our own meagre knowledge, about
the differences between boys and girls.  Lachlan's direct, earthy,
descriptions were culled from sessions with Billy Catchpole when Billy was
extolling the mammary and other virtues of some girl in the village on
their sailing trips up river. Neither of us really knew what happened to
girls every month.  Matt had said his sister was usually more scratchy than
ever when she had the 'Curse' as she called it and his tale of blood made
me cringe a bit.  Lachlan did have more to add on this as Sibs had confided
in him about his two older sisters and their predicaments at times. Girls!

     But then, neither boy had explored the differences, so I added my bit
about what had happened with Kats and the girl in the Junior School.
Neither Lachlan nor Andrew had been to school with any girls.  Both had
gone to boarding school when they were seven and a half having had little
education before that other than being taught to read and learning to
count.  Their education in country matters, however, was extensive.  Tits
and udders were now equated and as both had witnessed horses, bulls and
cows, cocks and hens, all copulating extensively, that aspect of sexual
knowledge was easy to comprehend. I said about Bran fucking the poor bitch
and that amused them highly.  So, between us we erected a sexual edifice,
shaky, I suppose, on its foundations but sufficient for the moment.
  Lachlan said the main conversation with the older boys and especially
those in Remove was 'fucking' and what they did on holiday and what they
intended to do once away from school.

     At the mention of 'fucking' and Remove Andrew went tense.  I put my
hand down Andrew's front and gently took hold of his stiff prick.  I rubbed
it up and down a couple of times.  He wriggled and mewed with pleasure,
turn his head and nuzzled his chin against my chest.

     "Have you done this with any other boys?" I asked, "Other than Lachs
and those two thugs?"

     He spoke quietly and firmly.  "I had to do it to those two, I wanted
to do it with Lachs.....," A moment's pause..."...No, only Lachs and you."
He rubbed his head on me as I gripped his hot young rod.  "I couldn't make
stuff until Easter.  I copied Lachs and I did it.  He'd tried me before but
I couldn't.  He's been doing it for years."

     Lachs interrupted him.  "But I am older than you.  And, I was the same
age when I found out."

     Crumbs, I'd been nearly fourteen when I found out, they had been much
older and some of my friends had been much younger! Boys were certainly
different from each other!

     Lachlan leaned over a bit and put his hand down over mine on Andrew's
cock.  I entwined my fingers with his and we put our thumbs between
Andrew's cock and his belly and pressed it against our fingers.  "I knew
about it ages before I could do it," he said, "When I was in my last two
years at Prep School I was in a dorm and there were twelve of us.  Some of
the older ones had already started and used to do it every night and when
others found they could they had to give a demonstration.  Sibs found out
before we left Prep School, he was in my dorm.  He was about thirteen and a
half 'cause that's when most of us came up to Big School.  No one ever
asked me if I could do it 'cause they'd seen me when we took baths and I
was small as well.

     "When we got to Big School that's when I started to share with Sibs
who's my best friend," he went on.  "He was doing it one night and I
thought I'd better try and I made a little bit of stuff.  I told Sibs but
I've never done it to him and he hasn't done it to me.  We do it every
night at the same time though."  He clenched his fingers in mine.  "I've
only done it with Bradley and Andrew and you."

     "Potty says your Sibs' second best friend 'cause his best friend is
his right hand," said Andrew quietly.

     Lach's clenched his fingers again so Andrew's tool was compressed.
"Shut up, you, you spread all sorts of gossip and tittle-tattle!"

     "Humph," went Andrew, "You'd never know anything that went on at
school if I didn't tell you.  Potty says you go about like a Foolish Virgin
waiting for someone to oil your works or work your oil.  And I know Sibs
wouldn't mind you doing it with him.  I saw his rough book when I was in
your room and the margin's covered in S's and L's all curly and together."

     "Will you shut up, Jacko doesn't want to hear all that rubbish!"

     "It's not rubbish.  And Cartwright asked me if we wanted to go and
visit him in Cumberland at Christmas and Potty said I'd be gooseberry
'cause Cartwright's keen on you but all you do is discuss how to
pull-through your rifles when...."

     Lachlan's fingers were quickly un-entwined.  He rolled over on top of
his brother, a hand clamped over his mouth.  "Shut up.  And you never told
me Cartwright asked you that...."

     There was a laughing, unintelligible, "Wah, wah, wah...." from Andrew.

     "Sounds as if you have a secret admirer there," I said, adding fuel to
the fire.

     Lachlan's hand came away from Andrew's mouth who managed to blurt out,
"And he's really got a dick like a donkey 'cause I saw him in the showers
when I was touch judge for that rugger match!  Potty says his must be the
biggest in the school!"

     "Shut up the pair of you," said Lachlan.  He rolled off the heaving
giggling Andrew and faced me.  "It's bad enough having to control him...."

     I put a hand out and found Lachlan's stiffy.  "Looks as if something
someone said had an effect."

     Lachlan laughed. "Haven't you noticed, it's been like that a long
while...."

     "Not Cartwright?" I asked.

     "Perhaps..." he slapped his brother who was giggling uncontrollably
now, "I've wondered but, no..., I haven't.  But just wait until I get Potty
next term."

     "Who is this Potty?" I asked, having heard his name mentioned so many
times as the fount of all wisdom, or gossip.

     Andrew was now in control of his mirth.  "Oh, he's Potterton, he's in
our House," he said, "He's a swot but he's great fun.  Says he keeps us
sane and sensible.  He'll be in his last year when we go back next term and
he wants to go to Cambridge.  He's mad keen on military history and I've
been fagging for him so he tells me everything."

     I then found out the senior boys had the privilege of having one or
two of the younger boys to keep their room clean and to make tea and so on.
That was how Lachs had had his experiences with Bradley.

     "Are you going to accept Cartwright's invitation?" I asked Andrew.

     "It's nothing to do with him," bristled Lachlan, "If we accept I'll
make the decision."

     Andrew prodded me, "Gooseberry pie for Christmas lunch!"

     Simultaneously Lachlan and I grabbed at his shaft as I laughed.

     "You shut up, child....!  And you....!  I'll deal with you later!"

     A struggling Andrew was held down with one of Lachlan's arms across
his chest while we somehow stretched his prick within our two fists and
wanked him fast and hard in perfect synchrony.  Lachlan and I looked at
each other over his recumbent body and as we felt his prick jerk as he
spurted his juice Lachlan winked at me.  We held on and to a series of
yelps and body heavings we continued until with an almost pitiful
half-stifled yell young Andrew let fly with a second load.  As we were kind
we let go and he lay there quivering.

     He didn't know what to do next.  He turned and clutched at Lachlan and
then rolled over and hugged me spreading sticky cum over me in the process.
He was in a frenzy.  He slid down the bed a bit and started to suck on
Lachlan's cock while wanking me at the same time.  Both of us had been
raised to horny heights at Andrew's response to our mighty effort so it
didn't long before both of us shed our loads.  Mine joined the sticky juice
already on my stomach while Andrew gurgled as he slurped down Lachlan's
semen.  When he'd finished he crawled up between us and we all slept
soundly.  I was to be dealt with much later!


To be continued....