Date: Fri, 03 Oct 2003 23:00:50 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening: Part 64

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
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yourself. Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome.

This is a very long tale.  It unfolds over a good number of years.  What is
true, is true: what is not is otherwise.

			    ALADDIN'S AWAKENING

				    By

				   Joel


				Chapter 37

				 Part Two

			       October 1944


After unpacking and getting sorted out we set off, in pairs, down to the
boathouse.  I walked behind with Flea.

     "We were ever so pleased you were coming to the wedding," he
said. "You know, Lachs has been quite different since the summer.
Potty...." he hesitated and caught hold of my hand and squeezed it.  I knew
better than to interrupt him.  ".....Potty say he's so much more relaxed,
but I mustn't give up teasing him.  You understand, don't you?"  He
squeezed my hand again.  I knew and I knew his mother knew as well.  "He
and Sibs..."
  he hesitated again.  "...You know, he and Sibs have done it
together....."  He grinned up at me.  "....Lots of times, I guess.  He'll
tell you sometime, he trusts you, and so do I!  Potty says Sibs looks like
the cat that's had cream every morning now."  Andrew giggled.  "He does
too!  In fact, they both got half term commendations for progress in school
and...." he looked up at me again, "....Potty and I, " he said, emphasizing
the I, "think it's all due to whatever they're doing.  I haven't asked but
they're both much more happy."

     I said both he and Lachs seemed much more relaxed, and I thought he'd
grown a bit.

     "I have," he said, beaming up at me, "Dr Griffiths measured me last
week and I'm just off five foot now.  He said I'd really hit the adolescent
growth spurt now and he would check me in January.  Lachs is now five five
and he doesn't think he'll grow any more."  He let go of my hand and poked
me in the ribs.  "Growing somewhere else too!"  he said with that
mischievous grin of his.  "And I can tell you I'm much more happy this
term.  I can tell you straight, one reason's because those two thugs didn't
come back after the hols."

     "Those two?  You mean Castleman and what's his name...?"

     "Fitzroy," he said.  "Yeah, bit of a mystery.  We were told they'd
left school early to join up, they're both nearly eighteen and been in
Remove three years so they weren't going anywhere at school.  That lad
Lachs thumped, Lawson, told me he'd try to find out more when he's home at
Christmas.  He lives in a village near Castleman."

     "And Lawson?"  I asked.

     "Oh, he's OK, Lachs and him are quite pally now and he's been helping
me with map-reading."

     "And you said one reason, so there's more?"

     He smiled up at me and caught hold of my hand again.  "Two more..."
He squeezed my fingers.  "I haven't told you about Temple-Tempest yet, have
I?"  I shook my head.  "He's my new room-mate, I'll tell you about him
later."

     I looked inquisitively at him, "The other reason?"

     "I met you in the summer and you taught me I could be Andrew!"

     A bit deep at the moment.  I couldn't explore this as we arrived at
the boathouse to find Matt and Lachlan in deep conversation still and we
sat in a row on the landing-stage watching the slow flow of the river. For
the end of October it wasn't too cold.

     Lachlan said he really missed the river and I said I had grown to like
it in just that short time I'd stayed in the summer.  Lachs said for him it
was more than like, he loved the river, he couldn't imagine not being able
to sail and Andrew said it was the same for him.  Matt then surprised me by
saying he'd been taken sailing a lot when he was a boy in South Africa.  He
was very knowledgeable about types of boats so there were several minutes
of animated discussion of relative merits of different hulls and sails and
keels and other accoutrements I'd never heard of.  Matt was really in his
element with the boys!

     At last they exhausted, for a moment, that topic of conversation.  It
was my turn to ask about things.

     "I know about Potty and Sibs and Cartwright," I said, "But tell us
more about this Bastable and whatever his friend's name is?"

     Before Lachs could say anything Flea had hopped in.  "Oh, he's OK
really, he's been held back a year so he's in my class and he's over
sixteen.  I've been helping him with his English as at least I'm good at
that...." He looked at Lachlan who said nothing, he just nodded.  "His
brother used to be at the school, he's Giles and he runs the family farm.
True!  Giles the farmer and Miles is going into the Army so it'll be Miles
the soldier.  There's a third brother and he's coming up from the Prep
School next term.  His name's Mark,..." He stole another glance at Lachlan
who stared straight ahead at the river.  ".......but Potty says his name
should be Piles as he's heard he's a real pain in the arse!"

     There was a pained groan from Matt and me and a stoical stare forwards
from Lachlan.

     "His friend's Wilkinson, we call him Wilkie, or the Shadow.  They were
at Prep School together and Wilkie's dad's a vicar and Wilkie's a swot.
He's always being debagged unless Bastable's there.  They tied his trousers
to the flagpole last year and Bastable had to shin up to get them down.  I
told you they share a room and Wilkie's actually ever so kind to Bastable
and helps him with all his work."

     I said I thought they must be very good friends for him to go up a
flag-pole...  Lachlan interrupted Andrew who was just saying that wasn't
the only flag-pole... and said they were but Wilkie annoyed everyone for
being such a know-all.  Andrew hadn't finished.

     "Haven't told you this yet!  But his pal.." here he nudged his
brother, "...Cartwright's Head of School and Captain of Rugger and him..,"
he nudged his brother again and said with evident pride in his voice,
"....he's scrum half in the First XV so he and Cartwright are even more
thick as thieves.  We call Cartwright His Majesty behind his back 'cause he
looks a bit like the King.  Potty says we should call Lachs Gold Stick in
Waiting 'cause he'd blond and got a sun tan and has that thing
between....."

     A sudden hand was clamped over Flea's mouth.  Lachs wasn't angry, he
was laughing.

     "You keep on and on, Andrew, just shut it for a moment.  I bet Matt
doesn't want to hear all your drivel!"

     "But I do," said Matt, giving a slight chuckle, "It's all much more
interesting than the adventures of Billy Bunter or life in the Fifth Form
at St Dominic's.  They certainly don't tell you what the boys did at
night!"

     Oh, Matt.  You are a character.  I know what you like doing at night!
And you've heard a bit about goings-on at their school.

     "I didn't know you were in the First XV," I said and Lachlan shrugged
his shoulders.  He wasn't saying anything and I thought we might hear more
if he took his hand away from Andrew's mouth.  He did.  Andrew was not
disconcerted.  He just carried on.

     "Yeah, well as I was saying before I was interrupted..." he looked
sideways at his brother and grinned impishly again.  "...He's a real goer
is our Lachs once he gets his hands on the ball.  Potty says if they gave
him any more stripes we would have to call him Tiger!  And Cartwright's
always patting his bum and saying 'Good man'!  I think Cartwright likes his
bu...."

     The hand was clamped back.  Matt reached out and unclamped the hand.

     "I don't blame Cartwright," said Matt.

     My jaw nearly dropped.  Matt was showing a new side to himself today.

     "Nor do I," said the now-freed Andrew, "And Potty says most of the
Upper Sixth would love to get....."  He stopped.  He put a hand out and put
it on Lachlan's knee.  "It's OK, Lachs," he said, "I'm only teasing
you...."

     Actually, Lachlan's shoulders were heaving.  He was laughing silently.
He turned and wrapped both arms round Andrew.

     "Andrew," he said with absolute sincerity in his voice, "If you gave
up teasing me I would think the world had come to an end."  He squeezed
Andrew tightly, then let go.  He turned to Matt.  "I haven't known you for
more than a few hours and you're teasing me, too.  Thanks!"  He put his
arms round Matt and hugged him too.

     He turned to look at me - his brother in between us so I wasn't going
to get a hug, yet!

     "And you, my great dark cousin?"  His smile was just like Flea's.
"Are you still nursing that stiffy you've had since we got on the train at
Liverpool Street?  You haven't been helped anyway because that thing there
has been inciting your bodily reactions, hasn't he?"

     Oh dear God, was it all so noticeable?  The three of them burst out
laughing.

     Matt was chuckling furiously.  "You don't need to worry, Lachlan, he's
always the same."

     "Thank you kindly, dear friend," I retorted, "You're really emerging
from your cocoon, aren't you?"

     He laughed again.  "I know you well enough, Jacko, and I think I know
these two well enough already to say things I would never say to anyone
else!"

     Well, well.  Dear Matt you surprise me more and more.  But you are
sixteen now and can smoke and marry and do all sorts of things I still
can't!

     I laughed too and directed my gaze at Lachlan who was grinning all
over his face.

     "So, you're teasing me now and saying things like that in front of my
best friend."

     He laughed.  "Of course, and I can say things like that to you can't
I?"

     "My fault," piped up Andrew, "If I hadn't held his hand it wouldn't
have happened."

     "Oh yes it would," I asserted quite truthfully, "Just seeing the pair
of you got me all excited!"

     "That way?" asked Andrew, coyly, but that impish grin was there too.
He saw my grin, too.  "Anyway, if you hadn't got a stiffy I would have
thought there was something wrong with you!"

     Matt let out a throaty guffaw.  I thought, 'Wait my lad, I'll have
your hairy bollocks in my hands some time and you'll be squawking for
mercy!'  No, I wouldn't.  He was quite right.  I was just a very horny lad
who wanted and needed and craved for those wonderful feelings.

     I stood up, the front of my trousers told their own tale.  My stiffy
was prominently outlined and they all guffawed.  I shrugged my shoulders.

     "I can't help it.  I'm just built like it!  Anyway, it's nearly time
for food."

     They were all laughing but Andrew and Lachs exchanged looks and raised
their eyebrows.

     "Mummy said she'd better be well stocked up for the weekend," Lachlan
said, "Your appetite has not gone unnoticed!"

     I reached down and cuffed the back of his head, gently, just to let
him know who was boss!

     "Just because you're Sergeant Cameron in the Keystone Cops Army
doesn't mean you can cheek me as well."

     "But Mummy said it," said Andrew, "And it's true!"  He turned to Matt.
"You should see the way he shovels it down.  Potty says it's a sign of
worms!"

     Matt made some remark that he's noticed too as I gave Flea a
well-deserved slap as well.  I couldn't very well say I needed food because
I was bigger than they were.  I just ignored them and pretended to stalk
off down the path.  Lachlan caught me up, still grinning.

     "Hey, wait for me," he said.  As we walked more slowly up the path
with the other two chattering away behind us he caught hold of my hand.
"I'm so glad you could come," he reiterated, "I've looked forward to this
ever since you went home at the end of the holiday and I know Flea has as
well."  He laughed and squeezed my hand.  "By the way, everyone at school
calls him that now since I told Potty."  I squeezed his hand back.
"Potty's OK, he keeps an eye on Andrew.  I'll tell you more tomorrow.
We'll let those two have a chat together."  He looked up at me.  "Matt's
great, you're lucky to have him as a friend.  He thinks you're great, too!"

     We walked the rest of the way in silence, hand in hand, with the usual
rather staid Matthew several yards behind giggling over some shared tale
with Andrew.

     Things seemed to be organised in the house when we got there.  Aunt
Della had been sent off to rest Ma said.  She and Nanny Saunders and one of
young Georgie's sisters were laying up the dining room table for twelve.
For a dinner party the next night.  I was introduced to Georgie's mum who
was in the kitchen with another lady from the village and they were in
charge of the cooking.  Georgie's mum looked just like an older version of
his sisters, very pretty and very energetic.  I could see where Georgie got
his straightforward manner from.  His mother had things under control in
the kitchen, at least.

     Ma announced that Rhys and Auntie Faye would be arriving the next
afternoon from Cardiff but the other boys and Uncle Dick would be there on
Saturday.  I twitted the two boys that they would have to be on their best
behaviour as they would be under scrutiny from three more great dark
cousins and they were all bigger than me!  Matt was overjoyed he would be
meeting Rhys and Alun again.  I wondered if he and Rhys would be wandering
off again!

     While in the kitchen I'd had a look on the Aga and there was a large
pot simmering away.  I sniffed.  The smell was gorgeous!  Mrs Catchpole
said there was soup in there to be followed by a meat casserole which was
in the oven.  Yum, yum!

     Yum, yum, it was!  At six we assembled on the dot at the door to the
breakfast room.  At one minute past six we were imbibing soup and lovely
crusty bread.  At six ten the casserole appeared.  By half past six I'd had
my third helping to the other boys' two.  Their smirks and whispered
'Oliver' from Flea across the table from me confirmed my reputation.  I
would get my own back!

     We had a good game of Monopoly with Flea and Matt trouncing Lachlan
and me because between them they managed to get the Park Lane properties
and all four Utilities.  All I managed to get was Old Kent Road with one
hotel!

     At nine o'clock we decided to go to bed.  I had said I would share
with the boys as I'd already done that when the Doodle-bugs were flying
over and Matt could have the smaller bed to himself.  Of course, it didn't
work out like that.  Nanny Saunders had arranged for the fire to be lit in
the bedroom - we had been instructed not to let the fire go out and to make
sure the fire-guard was in position.  It meant the room was as warm as
toast and I was stripped off completely in my usual way quite quickly while
the two brothers were squabbling over who should wash first in the
bathroom.  Matt had been in the bathroom before them but was still fully
dressed and methodically sorting out his belongings when the boys came back
in clad only in their underpants.  They saw me standing there starkers so
pulled off their briefs and flung them unceremoniously across to the pile
of their discarded clothing.  Matt then decided it was time for him to
disrobe.  He seemed oblivious to three pairs of eyes watching every garment
being removed, folded and piled tidily at the end of the smaller bed.  At
last he was also clad only in underpants.  Slowly he drew them down and his
long, rubbery hose-like cock flopped out.  There was an audible gasp from
Flea as Matt straightened up and folded the pants neatly and added them to
the pile.

     In fact, Matt's cock wasn't just its usual long self, it was slightly
plump, that point of just beginning to become erect.  That is, with Matt's
size, as I'd noticed before, it must take quite a bit of blood to pump in
to get it fully hard so that beginning remained usually for a little while.

     I looked over at Andrew.  His developing cock was the first to
respond.
  That perceptible increase in dimension was now being fully exhibited as
his now, nearly five and half incher reared up absolutely straight against
his belly.  My and Lachs' six-inchers were not far behind.  Then Matt
deigned to notice the three of us, smiled and the monster uncurled and was
soon poking out at his accustomed forty-five degrees.  We'd laughed about
this on several occasions.  He said he'd never been able to get it straight
up since he was twelve because it was so heavy when fully engorged.

     I took the initiative.  "If we're careful I think all four of us will
fit on that bed."

     Within moments, with Andrew leading the way, we were arranged on the
bed.  Andrew had set his sights on Matt and had the first three inches of
Matt's shaft in his mouth as we settled on the bed.  Not to be outdone I
was soon nuzzling at Andrew's young boy-cock while Lachlan was running his
tongue along the underside of my fully upright prick.  By raising my head
slightly I could see that Matt had his arms round Lachlan's buttocks and
was hungrily engulfing most of Lachs' thick cock in his mouth.  I guess we
all lasted about twenty minutes, gradually raising each other to a climax,
relaxing and then starting the climb upwards again.  Matt and I had
practised this a number of times.  The boys must have also practised it too
as Lachlan, especially, knew exactly when I was getting just below the
point of no return.  I'm afraid it was my fault that first encounter didn't
last longer.  I misjudged Andrew's signals and must have just got him to
the brink and didn't stop.  Although his mouth was stretched round Matt's
meaty tool he gave a little gurgle and I felt his prick twitch in my mouth
just before several squirts of his warm boy-cream hit the roof of my mouth
and bounced around my tongue and teeth.  I couldn't contain myself any
longer after that, my flood gates opened automatically and it was Lachlan's
turn to gurgle.  Not through the ecstasy of himself coming but with the
effort of trying to cope with my gushing spunk.  Two more twitching boys
unloaded within seconds and after a few seconds of gasping four boys were
face to face, clasping each other round shoulders and seeking each others
mouths to share the bounty held within.  We were laughing and giggling as
our mouths and tongues clashed, no more so than Lachs and Flea who
slobbered the accumulated come they'd collected all over everyone's faces,
necks and chests.

     Four happy boys then settled down, quite naturally, in pairs.  Matt
and I were back to back in the middle of the bed, each with a smaller,
fair-haired beauty cradled in our arms.  I had Flea, who lived up to his
name by gently biting at my collar-bone, as I tenderly held him close to
me, my hand tenderly stroking his muscular young back.  He looked up at me
with those unblinking blue eyes and smiled as Lachlan pulled the cord
hanging above the bed which switched the light out.  I was soon asleep
holding him close to me.

                                                                     *
     When I woke in the early morning we were still in the same position.
I could feel Matt's warm back pressed against mine.  Andrew had an arm
round my neck and I had one arm under him and my other arm over his back.
Both of us had hardons which, as we so closely entwined, pressed into each
other.  I think what had woken me was that Andrew, in the depths of some
dream, was muttering under his breath.  I couldn't make out what he was
saying but he was obviously enjoying the experience as he clasped my neck
and pressed himself up against me.  The dream was over in moments and he
relaxed and nuzzled at my chest, moving his head to and fro.  He was so
relaxed and happy in his dream and I felt so happy and protective toward
him.  I thought it was great how friends like us could share ourselves so
unreservedly.  I thought of Matt and Lachlan.  Two boys who had only met
each other just hours ago, so completely at ease with other, now enjoying
each other's bodies as well.  They were like-minded and like-spirited and
they had shared all three, minds, spirits and bodies so freely in that
short time.  If only this could last!

     I was restless and extremely horny again.  I moved Andrew's face away
from my chest and touched his lips very gently with the tip of my tongue.
The dream must have started again as he ground his hips against me and his
proud young hardon pressed into me.  He didn't mutter this time, he
mumbled.  I feathered his lips with my tongue and his mouth opened
slightly.  Slowly and carefully I pushed my tongue between his lips and he
began to suck on it as if it were a child's dummy.  His head began to weave
about a bit and I rocked him in my arms.  That dream passed and I removed
my tongue.  I needed relief.  I feathered his lips again and then licked
down under his chin.  He gradually awoke and as he did so I moved my head
up and felt for his lips again.

     "Oh, Jacko," he murmured, "I've had the most wonderful dreams.  I've
dreamed we've all been sailing and then we all went up to that hill again
and we all loved each other.  You, and Lachlan, and Matt, and me.  So
lovely, so lovely."

     It was too dark to see him clearly but we clutched at each other for a
minute or so.

     "I'll put some wood on the fire," he whispered.  He extricated himself
from my clutching arms and slid out of bed.  I saw his shadowy figure go
over to the fire and I heard him move the fire-guard and the slight noise
as he dug at the banked-up fire with a couple of logs.  As he broke through
the crust the logs sparked and crackled and very quickly flames sprang up.
He put more small logs on and soon the room was alight with the dancing
flames of the burning wood.  He replaced the guard and came back and got
into bed with me.  The other two slept on.

     "It's your turn with Lachlan," he whispered, ever mindful of sharing
all with his beloved brother.  "Go on, I'll help you 'cause Lachlan'll want
to be with Matt."

     He slid off the bed again and I got out and stood next to him.  The
flames now were sufficient to illuminate the other two sleeping figures.
Matt was holding Lachlan's much smaller body close to him in the same way
I'd held Andrew.  Without my support to Matt's back he flopped over and let
go of Lachlan who scrabbled to re-attach himself to Matt's shielding arms.
I lifted the covers off Lachlan.  It was warm enough in the room for him
not to notice any great difference in temperature.  As he wasn't completely
in Matt's clutches now it was relatively easy to turn him slightly so I
could begin to nuzzle his balls.

     His ball sac was very loose.  The result of the warmth of the bed
during the night.  There was also the tang of the slight sweat of the night
and that heady, musky aroma of boyishness as I lapped on his low slung
testicles.  I sucked on one then the other.  Gently, I took one into my
mouth laving it with my tongue, then let it go and did the same to the
other.  Gradually I licked upwards to the base of his shaft which was
flaccid when I started but was now beginning to lengthen and harden.  He
was beginning to awaken as well.  He knew what was happening.  He also knew
his task was to give Matt his attention.  I arranged myself along the
bottom of the bed and continued to lick at the top of Lachlan's almost
smooth legs and his virtually hairless ball-pouch.  He had fine, silky
hairs on his thighs and his balls whereas hirsute Matt had quite thick,
wiry hairs all over his legs and his balls.

     Matt was being attacked from two directions by a fully awake Andrew
and an emerging from a comatose state Lachlan.  Matt was still fully asleep
but was being slowly manoeuvred across the bed giving Lachlan access to
that huge prize.  I stole a glance as Lachlan licked along its length in
its still not erect state.  At that moment I felt a tongue doing the same
to my erect rod.  A probing mouth then enveloped my foreskin shrouded knob
and a tongue pressed onto my skin until my knob was almost free.

     A loud gasp came from Matt as he became fully awake and realised what
was happening to him and what was expected of him.  He was soon fully
engaged with young Andrew's prime member and for at least the next thirty
minutes in the light of the dancing flames a ballet of loving attention was
paid by the four participants to the young manhoods of their partners.

     We raised each other to heights of ecstasy and lowered each other
again numerous times as we sensed the critical moments.  Time and time
again I craved the release of my semen, time and time again I was glad the
moment passed and I could be brought nearer and nearer that fulfilling
moment when time would stand still.

     We were as if in complete accord with each other.  It was as if this
dance of the senses had been choreographed an infinite number of times
between us before.
  But no, last night was the first time the four of us had been together.
It seemed to me as if eons of past experiences of all the boys in the whole
universe were now concentrated within the four of us, here, now, at this
moment, just for us, flowing, rising and escalating into the most ecstatic
climax ever known.  At some point in time I had to let myself go.  I must
have passed out for a few moments with the sheer immensity of the orgasm I
experienced as my whole being was so involved with so much of my boy-juice
pumped so freely from me.  Poor Andrew.  He must have tried hard to contain
my torrent but my last spurts drenched his face.  I was gasping with my own
climax as Lachlan unloaded his own lavish benefaction straight into me as I
had somehow, without any training, taken the whole of his six plus inches
fully into my mouth and into my throat.  The other two boys were not far
behind.  I heard Lachlan splutter as Matt unloaded and young Andrew gave a
long low 'unnnnh' as his sweet boy- cream squirted into Matt's waiting
mouth.  As with the night before we moved together until we could share any
remnants of the gifts we had collected so willingly and so openly and we
three helped to lick my spunk off the new cream-faced loon.

     We fell asleep again, satiated, me with Lachlan cradled against me and
Matt with Andrew, and slept soundly until I felt Lachlan moving against my
restraining hold.  He pecked me on the cheek as my eyes opened.

     "I never knew I could be so happy," he murmured, "Can't it last for
ever?"

     I kissed his forehead.  "We've had a wonderful time," I replied.  "I
hope things like this never end."

     He sighed and his lips groped for mine and we lay, lips just brushing,
the tips of our tongues just touching.  I was still dozy, he was in the
same state, but I knew we were both very content.

     Gradually I woke again and hugged Lachlan a bit tighter.  This was
enough to waken him.  The firelight had died down but we could see each
other in the dimness.

     "I want to talk to you today," he whispered, "It's OK, Flea will go
for a walk with Matt."  I saw his grin.  "It's OK, he knows I need to tell
you things."

     We crept out of bed and I pulled the blackout curtains back while he
put a couple more logs on the fire.  We went back to the bed and stood,
arms round each other looking down on the sleeping pair.  Matt's dark head
with a peaceful Flea cradled close to him and held so shelteringly just
like a big brother with a much smaller, younger brother.  I leaned down to
Lachlan and drew him round.  I found his lips and kissed him fully holding
him tightly against me.  He returned that token of love and affection
wholeheartedly and between us four tears dripped onto our chests.

     We went together to the bathroom and washed and cleaned ourselves
throughly.  Lachlan even had a shave.  I had noticed a slight roughness on
his chin when we were licking and stroking each other's faces.  He grinned.

     "I'm a big boy now," he said, "Have to do this twice a week."

     "And the other twice a day, I suppose!" I said stepping out of his way
quickly in case of retaliation.

     "Yeah, that's right!" was his reply, with no retaliation, "Same as you
I suppose, horny monster!"

     "Something like that," I said.  "And what do you want to talk to me
about?  I asked.

     His eyes seem to twinkle as I gazed at his smiling face reflected in
the mirror.

     "Wait!" was his answer.  He waved the razor.  "Here, let me feel your
chin.  I thought I felt you might be sprouting a few whiskers now you're
fifteen.  You can use this."  He put his hand up and caressed around my top
lip and then my chin and throat.  My dick twitched.  "Yeah, I thought so,"
he said, "Just lather up a bit and draw this round."  His eyes twinkled
again.  "At least you'll be able to see your beard growing, mine's so fair
and thin I don't think I feel stubbly much at all."

     I did as I was told.  I shaved.  I had the wispy blackness of a boyish
moustache and that all disappeared and I tidied my sideburns up as well.

     "Well, beauty-boy," laughed Lachlan, "I shan't get tongue-burn now!
Come here!"  He reached up and drew my head down to his level.  He licked
all over my face.  "Smooth as a baby's...."

      I let him get no further.  My mouth was over his and we tongue-fucked
violently for at least a minute.  I was holding him tightly to me and our
dicks were like two steel rods pressing against each other.  At last I
released him.

     He took in a deep breath.  Those blue eyes were wide open and staring
up at me.  His smile lit up his face.  He shook his head as if in
wonderment.  "Wow!" he exclaimed.  "Let's wait till later!"  He reached
down and gave my erect cock a tug.  "Keep it just like that, ready!"

     We went back into the bedroom and saw it was nearly eight o'clock.  We
dressed and before going downstairs gently woke the sleeping beauties.  We
left them hugging each other with the admonition we would scoff all the
breakfast if they weren't down in five minutes.  Our warnings fell on deaf
ears I'm sure!  It was nearly twenty minutes before they appeared and from
their expressions I bet both cats had had a basin of cream!

     Over breakfast Lachan said he and Flea had looked at the commemoration
board for the last war and had found Piers Crossley and Miles Buchan
listed.  Both had been Second Lieutenants and both had been reported
missing, presumed killed, during the final Battle of the Somme.  He said
they had then picked a red rose each from the bushes near the school and
had put them in a jar under the board.  He then said a couple of days later
Captain Harrison had asked him why he had done it and he had told him all
about me and how I was related to the Crossley family.  Flea interrupted
him.

     "And I bet I know who told him about us and the flowers.  It was that
sneak Antony Milverton, he was smirking about something in class next day.
He's a creep, always sucking up to the beaks."

     Lachlan waited until he'd finished.

     "It doesn't matter that he told Captain Harrison, I told you that
before."  He looked at me.  "Captain Harrison said when you visit the
school he would like to talk to you as he knew General Crossley and thought
he was a fine man."  He fished into his trouser pocket.  "A couple of days
later he gave me this to give to you."

     It was a small bronze medal.  On one side was an impression of
something winged, an angel or a goddess.  On the other side was engraved
'Piers Crossley Cross-Country 1917'.

     I couldn't help it.  The tears flowed.  I looked at Flea, he was
dewy-eyed as well and so was Lachlan.

     Lachlan sniffed to clear his nose.  "Captain Harrison said he'd found
the medal in a drawer in the Masters' Common Room when he first joined the
staff about four years after the war ended.  He'd had it in his study ever
since and had meant to send it to the General but never got round to it.
Then he heard that the General had died..  He wants you to have it in
memory of Piers."

     Matt was sitting next to me.  He felt for my hand and took it and
squeezed it.

     "Tom's right, and I'm right, you belong at Ulvescott and that's more
proof.  He ran and you run - you'll win the Lane Cup for Fifth Years this
year, I know.  You carry that medal and you'll win!"

     I was too far gone emotionally to say anything.  I just nodded and had
to get my handkerchief out and was dabbing my eyes and blowing my nose when
Ma came in.  She knew immediately something good had happened.  The boys
were smiling at me even if they had tears in their eyes as well.  She saw
the medal on the table in front of me.  She picked it up, looked at it,
then took my hand and put the medal in my palm and closed my fist over it.

     "Pierre, Piers," she said slowly, "You and he are one!"

     She kissed the top of my head and was gone.  Lachlan and Andrew on the
other side of the table got up and came round and all three of them hugged
me tightly.  I was too overwhelmed to say anything.  Another piece of
life's strange jigsaw had somehow dropped into place.

     During the morning we helped Ma and Nanny Saunders get some furniture
moved as they said Aunt Della was resting because of her great day
tomorrow.  We had an early lunch and Flea volunteered to go up to the farm
and take Matt with him to show him around, especially to see young
Georgie's goats, as there was milk and other things to collect.  Young
Georgie wouldn't be there as his school had different dates for their
half-term. He and Matt went off and as he followed Matt out of the kitchen
door Flea turned, a great grin on his face, and winked at me.

     We had all been instructed not to be away too long as Auntie Faye and
Rhys, plus an uncle and aunt of Aunt Della's, would be arriving on the
afternoon train from London.


     Lachlan and I ambled down to the boathouse.  I knew something was
planned.  He opened the door and the boat cushions were already in tidy
piles making a comfortable seat and a possible bed.

     We sat, cross-legged Red-Indian style, facing each other, Lachlan with
a clear, open smile on his face.  He put both arms out and I did the same
and he grasped my hands tightly.

     "I want to thank you for what you helped me do in the summer."  He
paused and looked straight into my eyes.  "You helped me come to terms with
all sorts of things.  Since Daddy died I've felt really alone.  I know I
had Mummy and Flea and all my friends at school but somehow just being with
you, and talking to you, and the way you showed me such love, I changed.
I'm Lachlan now, not just another schoolboy, or just a Cadet, or somebody
who loves sailing, I'm me.  You showed me strength and friendship when I
really needed it.  If you hadn't been there I don't know what I would have
done this term.  If it hadn't been for Andrew as well I might have done
something silly.  In fact, if those thugs had still been at school and you
hadn't helped me so much I might have killed them."

     He said that last with such sincerity I knew it would have been true.
I moved over to him and hugged him.

     "I'll tell you something," I whispered in his ear.  "I knew you'd
changed and your mother knew you'd changed."

     As I hugged him I told him what his mother had said to me on the
train.
  He was nodding as I told him that.  I also said that Flea had said in
very few words I had helped him be Andrew.  Gradually, slowly, with great
deliberation, bit-by-bit, we undressed each other.  We both knew we needed
to consolidate that strength and friendship, to seal it once more.  We were
smiling at each other as, finally, we lay naked side by side..

     "It's under the pillow there," he whispered, "I want you in me first!"

     I knew what he meant.  I found the jar, a new jar, of Vaseline.  We
kissed and stroked each others bodies for a long time as I worked my way
from his forehead, to his nose, his lips, chin, neck, shoulders, chest,
nipples, his muscular stomach and down, down, until at last I was kissing
and licking that most secret spot I was to enter.  He was moaning softly as
his hands caressed the top of my head.  Very gently I coated his pucker
with the sticky jelly.  I moved up his body as I gently probed him with the
tip of my second finger.  I kissed his lips.  His tongue found mine as my
finger sank into him so easily.

     "I want all of you," he murmured, "Slowly, please, oh, please make it
last!"

     He drew his knees up on either side of me.  I raised his legs and he
hooked his ankles round my back as I eased my hard as steel rod to the
waiting mark.  I only had one finger in but I knew he was ready.  I
positioned myself and looked straight into his eyes, those clear blue eyes,
so full of friendship and love.  If there was a single grimace I would
stop.  I wouldn't harm or hurt my most special friend.  There was no
grimace, just a wide-eyed acceptance of my shaft as it entered him, slowly,
oh so slowly, inch by inch.  He smiled, shaking his head in wonderment. I
knew my cock had grown both a bit longer and a bit thicker just in those
last six weeks.  He accepted it all as I plumbed the depths of him and
could get no further.

     I felt his muscles gripping and relaxing on my encased rod.  I
experimented.  I withdrew a couple of inches.  The smile deepened, I had
massaged something within which gave him so much pleasure.  I repeated it,
again and again, so slowly but with sufficient force to make that smile
imperceptibly wax and wane.  His arms were round my neck and he drew me
closer.  I kissed his nose and he whispered as I rubbed my cheek against
his.

     "If you want to, you can go faster."

     "Do you want me to?" I whispered back.

     He shook his head.

     "It'll take as long as you want," I whispered back.

     That slow fuck ended nearly three-quarters of an hour later.
Suddenly, the muscles of his stomach and thighs tightened.  His mouth gaped
open in an almost terrible rictus with his head thrust back against the
restraining cushion.  A series of low guttural gasps came from his throat
and lungs.  I leaned back and quickly pulled back his foreskin over his
meaty knob.  I gripped his shaft tightly and it pulsated violently in my
grasp.  Four great squirts of his beautiful boy-cream spirted out and hit
him on his neck and the top of his chest.  Within him muscles squeezed my
cock embraced so deep inside him.  I could hold on no longer as his muscles
drew the most tremendous orgasm of my life out of me.  I knew I had broken
any records I might have held because I just could not count the number of
immense spasms I experienced nor knew the amount of my willingly provided
boy-cream as it spewed out, jet after jet, spurt after spurt.  The
involuntary thrusts of my body, forcing my prick as far as it would go into
him set off another round of mighty spasms of his own prick.  Little spunk
came out this time but I knew he had also had an experience like mine.  His
legs were still tightly gripping me and my prick was still fully in him as
I fell on top of him hugging and kissing him.  Our mouths were clamped
together, our tongues feverishly battering at each other as I felt another
tremendous climax beginning to rise deep in my balls, somewhere in the base
of my prick, somewhere unknown within me, rising up rapidly until I felt
almost on fire all over.  I forced myself into him again, once, twice,
three, four times as a second almighty orgasm wracked my whole body.  For
several long minutes neither of us moved.  We were hugging each other, just
savouring that bliss of having given one's complete self to one's most
special friend and comrade.  I think we both lay with eyes closed and I
didn't open mine until I felt his tongue softly touching my cheek.

     "Jacko, thank you," he murmured as our lips met again.

     This time our long held kiss was tenderness itself.

     "I want you now," I whispered as I knew both of us were still erect.

     Slowly and carefully I withdrew my cock from him.  He flinched as I
did so.  I looked at his face.  He smiled and nodded.  I moved until I was
on my back on the cushions and he, with his cum-streaked torso, was between
my thighs looking down on me.  That loving scene we had just been such
willing participants in was re-enacted.  After he had stroked my pucker and
put that vital stickiness on me I knew I was so relaxed his thickness would
not startle nor harm me.  He smiled down at me as he entered me, my ring
muscles open wide as I wanted him so much.

     His rhythm was a bit more urgent than mine but he was careful and oh,
so, so considerate.  I lay eyes half closed, my lips parted and my head
swaying from side to side as within me some wonderful feeling pulsed each
time he thrust into me.  I came.  Those two words sound trite and
meaningless.  I came because Lachlan gave me the whole of himself and I
responded in the only way my body could manifest that wonderful trust and
affection.  New streams of my boyish juices surged out and somewhere deep
within me he imparted his own tokens of esteem and respect.  We lay
entwined, side by side, he slowly softening within me, we looking into each
others eyes, as we carefully touched each other's chests and necks
gathering those precious offerings and placing them like libations to the
gods on each other's lips.

     Our juices shared we lay and talked, both with arms over shoulders and
tenderly stroking each others backs.  He said I was very lucky in having
such a good friend as Matt.  He said, with that twinkle in his eye, that
Matt had told him he wasn't to tell me how much he, Matt, admired me and
depended on me.  I said that of all my friends Matt and Tom Buchanan were
very special to me.  He said I was very lucky to have such good friends and
we spent some time, in our boyish way, distinguishing between friends, best
friends and special friends.  I gave his buttock quite a hard tweak when I
said I counted him as a special friend and I though Andrew was, too.  He
smiled and said that was true and he was glad, and that his brother was his
special friend as well.  He said Flea was always talking about me and Potty
wanted to meet this paragon Flea was always extolling.  We giggled over
some of the 'para' jokes and he said his new friend Bastable wanted to join
the Marine Commandos when he left school.

     He told me quite readily and candidly that on the first night back at
school as Sibs and he lay in the dark and Sibs started to wank himself he
had asked him if he wanted any help.  Sibs had murmured, "Please!"  As they
lay together in Sibs' bed he had confessed to Lachlan that he had wanted
Lachlan and him to do it together since they had become friends but he had
been frightened to say anything.  I asked if they had done anything else.
He shook his head.  Then he laughed and told me all about his new friend
Bastable.

     Apparently with his new rank Lachlan had to take turns in dealing with
the stores.  He said he had been amazed at the stuff which had accumulated
over the years.  Quite a bit of the older stuff were trophies collected
from various parts of the world where old boys of the school had served in
the Army.  I said it must be a bit like General Crossley's African
collection.  He nodded and said there were things from India and lots from
the Boer War and the First World War.  He had suggested to Captain Harrison
that it ought to be tidied up and he had said it was one of the jobs he had
thought of doing but had put it off.  He suggested Lachlan might like to
have a go and at least put things in tidy piles or in cupboards.  It so
happened that Bastable had been given extra duties for having a dirty cap
badge and belt buckles on parade and so Lachlan had set him the task of
starting to put things in order in the stores.  It was then when Lachs came
back to check how things were going he found Bastable in between a couple
of cupboards tossing himself off.

     He was very embarrassed about it and begged Lachs not to say anything.
Lachs said he wouldn't and the lad, just a bit younger than Lachs but down
in Flea's class, confessed he had to do it several times a day and his
friend Wilkie was fed-up with him because he couldn't stop.  Lachs knew
they came from the same village in Somerset where Wilkie's father was the
vicar and Bastable's granddad was a big landowner.  Bastable's dad was an
officer in the Army and had been taken prisoner by the Japanese when
Singapore had fallen and he didn't know where his father was now, or
whether he was dead or alive.  He said he would do anything for Lachs if he
didn't split on him.  Lachs said he liked Bastable, he wasn't as dopey as
Flea said he was.  He was very determined to succeed as he wanted a career
in the Army and Lachs said he was just like a bulldog in the way he went
about things.  He said he was the mainstay of their rugger team and never
flinched from tackling opposing players much bigger than himself.  Lachs
said he was only two inches taller than him but was solidly built, as he
put it, like the proverbial brick shit-house!

     Anyway, to cut a long story short he and Lachs were tossing each other
off now each time they met up in the stores.  Lachs laughed and said it
took a bit of pressure off Wilkie who didn't have to get Bastable's dick
out to pee but he did jack him off as regularly as Bastable wanted.
Lachlan also said that as Wilkie was excused games because of his poor
eyesight they had never been able to check him out but Bastable had told
him, very proudly, that Wilkie had the biggest dick in the school and it
was seven and a quarter inches long when erect because he'd measured it
when they were home for the summer hols.
  Lachs grinned and said he was also determined, in that he was going to
check on that some time but he bet it didn't beat Matt's.

     Of course, that led to a great discussion of Matt's cock and I told
Lachlan about how Matt was an inveterate wanker, just like Bastable.  I
said he didn't beat Pat Halloran's records though.  Lachs whistled when I
told him what Pat said he did per week.  I then told him about Cleggy and
Nobbo and their present experiment and he said Bastable never produced very
much.  In fact, he had told Lachs that quite often he didn't make any stuff
although the feelings were still so good.  But he was doing it four or five
times a day so I said that was probably the reason and if he was doing it
that number of times he'd beat Pat Halloran hands down..  I said I'd
wondered about whether all boys were the same and he grinned and nodded and
said he guessed they were.  He said there were about four hundred boys at
the school and he guessed the majority tossed off every day if his friends
and acquaintances were anything to go by so there must be a few quarts of
spunk produced there every term!.

     I then asked about Flea and this new room-mate of his.

     Lachlan grinned.  "Oh you mean Cosmo Temple-Tempest"

     I must have looked a bit puzzled. Strange name.

     "He's named after the last Archbishop of Canterbury and he's related
somehow to the present one, but we call him Titty," he laughed, "T-T,
Titty, get it?" I grinned and nodded.  "He doesn't mind, we've all got
nicknames," he said.

     "I know, Thumper, eh?"

     It was his turn to grin and nod.  "But, anyway, Titty's family's all
very religious.  He's not though, mouth like a sewer, swears like a trooper
and I'm afraid that Flea might catch the habit from him.  Give him a thump
if he says anything too awful, please!"  He laughed as he said it.  I said
I would willingly thump him!  "Good!  I don't want him upsetting Mummy or
Nanny Saunders.  Anyway," he continued, "Flea's old room-mate was a real
namby-pamby mother's boy and he left at the end of last term because his
parents have moved to Scotland and he's gone to school up there.  Cosmo was
in with that lad who left, we all think, because of the thugs and he told
Flea there was something going on which the lad wouldn't tell him.  You'd
better find out from Flea what the pair of them are doing together because
I guess it's a bit more than holding on to each other's family jewels."

     I said I wouldn't ask him outright, but I expected he'd tell me if he
wanted to.

     "Yes," said Lachlan, "He'll tell you, but I don't think he'd volunteer
to say anything to me, yet!"

     I was still curious about Lachlan.  "And what about your other friend,
Cartwright?"

     He smiled and stroked my back before replying.

     "We tell each other everything.  I've told him all that happened
during the summer."  He looked at me steadily. "I hope you don't mind, but
Cartwright's helped me too."

     "Of course I don't mind," I said, "If he's a special friend."

     He smiled again.  "He's not a special friend like you and I are. If
you want to know it's only you and Flea.  I wouldn't want to do it with
anyone else." He put his face to mine and kissed me gently on the lips.  "I
don't expect we'll do it again.  Today was even more wonderful than before.
I've promised Flea we'll do it once more, too.  We did it twice more after
you went home and each time it was more intense than the one before.  I
just want to remember, not to spoil it.  You and Flea are so important to
me!"

     This time I leaned towards him and touched his lips with mine.  He
smiled again and went on.

     "Cartwright wants me to go and stay with him at New Year, not at
Christmas and he says Flea can come as well.., but....," he paused.

     "Shall I ask him if he would like to come and stay with me?"

     "Would you?  I'm afraid he'd be bored up there with Cartwright and
me."

     "Of course," I said, "I'll ask Ma tonight and I'll just say to him
he's invited."

     Lachlan hugged me then.  "It'll do us both good.  We've never been
apart and someday we'll have to go our own ways."  His grip tightened.
"He's very fond of you and you'll look after him for me, won't you?"

     I kissed his forehead.  "He might have to look after me!"

     He giggled.  "He'll do that alright.  If Titty is anything to go by
I'd say young Flea sucks more than blood!  Potty said Titty's got black
rings under his eyes since he's been in with Flea!"

     "Who's mouth is like a sewer?  And who's spreading gossip?  I thought
you said Potty was poisonous?" I said, putting on an air of mock gravity.
"Dirty minds mean dirty habits!"

     He giggled.  "You taught him well, though."  He patted my back.  "And
me, too!"

     We hugged again and then realised time must be getting on.  Lachs
scrabbled amongst our discarded clothing and found his wristwatch.

     "Gosh!" he exclaimed, "It's nearly half past three!  We'd better get
going."  He leaned over and kissed me.  "I can't thank you enough for what
you've done for me, cousin- to-be," His smile was radiant, "Special friend,
eh?"

     I hugged him and felt his whole body relax in my grasp.  Special
friends, most definitely.

     He sniffed. Not clearing his nose emotionally!  "We stink!  Better get
back and have a bath, can't dive into the pool today, too cold!"

     We!  Any hint of separation was completely absent.  Previously he
would have pulled my leg by saying I stunk but no longer.

     I did an experimental sniff too.  "We do!" I said emphasizing the
'We'.

     He scrabbled underneath the cushions this time and brought out some
old pieces of towel.

     "Better clean ourselves a bit before we get dressed.  I think I've
sprung a leak!"  He laughed and lifted up his backside from the cushion.
Sure enough there was a considerable patch of my cum and other debris.

     "Me, too," I said, taking a piece of towel from him.  "But, I'd rather
have kept all you've given me inside."

     "Same here, but there's a bit too much of yours."

     "Complaining about me, eh?  Ungrateful wretch!"  I was waxing
histrionic.  "I gave you my all and you thrust me from you!"

     We collapsed in giggles as he raised his backside again and a strand
of cum stretched between him and the cushion.

     We cleaned up as best we could, got dressed and tidied the cushions
away in a neat pile having wiped off as much evidence as possible.  We took
a last look round, he pocketed the essential jar and bundled the pieces of
towel under an old sail saying he'd get rid of them sometime in the boiler
furnace.


To be Continued....