Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 21:56:56 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad130@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aladdin's Awakening:  Part 65

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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 Three

			       October 1944

We ambled back to the house side by side in silent happiness.  Luckily
there was no one around as we stole up the stairs to our room and the
promise of the luxury of a hot, body- cleansing bath.  I opened the door to
our room and walked in and nearly fell over with astonishment.  There
sitting on the bed was Rhys looking at a book, he and his mother must have
come on an earlier train.  Lachlan followed me in and his head jerked back
as I turned to him and smiled.

     "Lachlan, may I introduce another great dark cousin-to-be, Rhys
Thomson?"  I intoned pompously.  I changed my enunciation immediately and
said "That great daft thing sitting there, that's Rhys!"  I turned to him
and demanded, "What are you doing here so early?"

     He stood up. Six foot, at least, and towered over the pair of us.  He
ignored me and went straight to Lachlan, stretched out a hand to be
shaken. "'What's in a name?  That which we call a Rhys, by any other name
would smell as sweet'." Lachlan just gaped as Rhys put his hand up and
stroked Lachlan's brow.  "`Good morrow to the boy so fair, Good morrow,
Sir, to you; Good morrow to thine own torn hair, bedabbled with the dew'."
He smiled down.  "The pair of you look a bit sweaty.  Been for a run?"

     Poor Lachlan, he went bright red.

     "Stop acting the goat!" I said to Rhys, "Be sensible for once and
greet Lachlan properly!"  I thought that was pretty good as Rhys had
obviously sensed some activity had been taking place.

     Rhys smiled.  "Sorry chaps," he said in the sort of BBC wireless
announcer's posh voice, then more normally, "How are you, Lachlan, I'm
Rhys."

     They shook hands, Lachlan's colour returning to his normal healthy
pink!

     "I've heard about you," he said very levelly at Rhys, "I suppose I'm
going to like having you as a cousin as well."

     Rhys bowed, a mischievous grin on his face.  "At your service, sir,
and has Sir Lancelot here been treating you well?"

     'Sir Lancelot'?  Me?  Was there a hidden meaning in that name?  I had
lanced Rhys.  Did he suspect I had also lanced Lachlan.

     "Come off it, Rhys," I said, "Why Sir Lancelot?"

     "Oh Sir Lancelot was a good knight of Camelot," he said with a wicked
grin on his face, "And I thought on a good night you came a lot, too!"

     It was my turn to blush but Lachlan was creased up.  He slapped me on
the back.

     "Our cousin knows you well, doesn't he?" he said, laughing his head
off.

     That broke any ice.  It set Rhys off and he started off on a string of
jokes and puns.  Before he got very far I said I thought it would be a good
idea if I and Lachlan had baths before the other two got back.  I
definitely needed to sit on the lav as I felt there were some deposits
there which were about to ooze, so while Rhys and Lachlan chatted on I went
and evacuated Lachlan's spunk.  I ran the bath and stripped off.  I called
out to Lachlan and said I was getting into the bath.  He came through, went
to the lav and then he stripped off and climbed in the other end.  Of
course, nosey Rhys asked if we minded him coming in and carry on with the
chat.  We said it was OK as long as he scrubbed our backs for us.  He took
off his pullover and shirt and soaped his two 'baby cousins' as he called
us.  We made certain he was splashed but he was kind enough to pour jugs of
hot water over our heads when we washed our hair.

     As we got out I noticed him gazing intently at Lachlan's dick when he
had the towel over his face drying his hair.  I winked at him and he winked
back and put his hands out about a foot apart.  I shook my head and put my
hands about three inches apart and we grinned at each other.  When we'd
dried off the pair of us put our underpants on and went to sit near the
fire to dry our hair thoroughly.  Just then we heard the other two coming
up the stairs and along the corridor, chattering away most noisily
especially for Matt.

     As they came into the room they stopped and stared.  I saw Andrew's
eyes open wide when he saw the bare-chested Rhys standing by the bed with
us two clad only in underpants drying our hair.  Rhys advanced on Matt.

     "Heave ho, me old matey, shiver me timbers," he roared in a real
pantomime-type voice, "And how's me old ship-mate Long Dong Silver?"

     Matt looked at him goggle-eyed, recovered and rushed forward and
hugged him.  Our Matt was getting quite demonstrative in his old age!

     "And who's this?" said Rhys, as Matt let go and stood back.  Rhys went
over to Andrew who was looking at him quizzically, head cocked on one side,
and lifted him up bodily.  Gosh, Rhys was strong!  "Are you Long Dong
Silver's parrot or, more likely, my tawny friend, the ship' s cat?"

     Flea was not to be outdone.  He craned his head forward, clamped his
lips on the lower part of Rhys' neck and sucked.  Hard enough and long
enough to leave a red love-bite when he drew his head back.

     "No," he said, with that grin on his face, "I'm the ship's Flea and
that's my first bite!"

     Rhys hugged him to him, his chest heaving with laughter.  Well, that
set the tone for the next hour or so.  We heard that Matt and Flea had been
to the farm, Flea had stood in a pool of slurry from the cow barn and had
been roundly told off by Nanny Saunders when they'd returned and he'd been
sent off to clean his shoes a bit in the long grass.  Both boys were grubby
having climbed into a hayloft to look at the nesting doves and a barn owl
so they were also told to have baths.  Luckily the water supply had heated
up again so by five o'clock we were all clean and dressed and ready for
some tea as there was to be dinner at eight.

     At tea we met Aunt Della's Aunt and Uncle who were really nice and the
boys were obvious favourites of theirs.  Their two sons, Aunt Della's
cousins, were in the Navy so Matt had plenty to chat about.  Auntie Faye
gave Rhys instructions not to mess about and excite us too much!  We were
then told to make ourselves scarce until the dinner gong went and to be
really clean and presentable because as well as the eleven of us Mrs
Pretyman was coming to make up the twelve.  I was instructed to given a
short recital and wondered what Mrs Pretyman was like as she had started
teaching young Georgie.

     Not to worry.  Dinner was superb.  Mrs Catchpole and her two daughters
served it.  Soup to start, then a fish dish, followed by roast chicken with
loads of vegetables and a fruit pie to finish.  There was also two types of
wine and even us youngsters were allowed a glass each.  In fact, I had two
glasses of the red and Rhys finished that bottle.  I played and was
congratulated by Mrs Pretyman who was a bit like Miss Pike.  Rather jolly.
We boys disappeared off upstairs after a bit of chat and were told to have
an early night because of the wedding the next day.

     Rhys was supposed to sleep in our room on a mattress but we sorted it
out that Lachs and I would sleep in the small bed while those other three
could have the double bed.  Lachs and I were soon in bed and having had an
exhausting afternoon, plus the good dinner and the wine, so, having had our
fill, so to speak, in more ways than one, we just nestled together and
dropped off to sleep.

                         *

     We must have slept very soundly as neither of us remembered having
heard anything in the night.  From the sight of the three figures sprawled
together under the covers of the double-bed when we got up and surveyed the
scene early in the morning there must have been hectic activity there the
night before.  Lachlan poked me in the side and pointed.  There was Rhys
lying mouth open, Flea cuddled up to him with Matt spooned against Flea's
back with Rhys sporting four more, large, purplish love-bites round his
neck.  Luckily they were low down and would be covered by his shirt collar.
But, what had they been doing?

     Of course, we prodded them awake as we wanted to know the gory
details.
  Rhys had been the object of their attention and the four love-bites
indicated he'd been made to come four times, twice by Matt and twice by
Flea.  He looked very groggy as he staggered out of bed, his prick only at
half-mast, to go for a pee.  Flea was bubbling over.  He was very taken
with his new cousin who had sucked him off twice and Matt had been made to
come twice as well under the joint efforts of Rhys and Flea.  So, a good
night had been had by all - that is, all of them.  I did manage to ask
Lachs if he minded not partaking and he smiled and said the afternoon was
such a memorable occasion he wouldn't have wanted to have spoiled it.
True, I felt the same.  Just being in bed with Lachs was quite sufficient.

     All was bustle downstairs when we appeared for breakfast.  We were
told to hurry it up and go and help Ma, Auntie Faye and the girls to lay up
for the wedding breakfast in the Village Hall.  There would be a goodly
number of guests and we found out the catering was being done by the cooks
from the officers' mess of the Army barracks in Colchester where Uncle
Edward was nominally stationed.  Actually we got the job done pretty
quickly so it was all looking good when the cooks arrived in an Army lorry
later in the morning.  As there was the prospect of a good feed later the
sandwiches we had for lunch were deemed sufficient for the time being!

     While at the Village Hall I asked Ma if it would be OK for Andrew to
come and stay over New Year as Lachlan had been invited to a
schoolfriend's.  She immediately said he could so Flea was overjoyed.  He
managed to say he was disappointed we hadn't managed to get together this
time - properly, as he put it - then the irrepressible grin appeared and he
said we could wait!

                    The Wedding.

     That meant Matt, Rhys and I were told to get ready early enough to be
at the village church by half past one.  Flea and Lachs, as escorts to the
bride would accompany her to the church with her uncle who was giving her
away.  I must say Rhys and I looked very smart.  I had my school blazer and
the newest pair of Chris's trousers and Rhys was in a dark suit.  We were
ready by one o'clock and the Cameron boys were still getting washed when we
left so we three strolled down to the church and were met there by Uncle
Dick and the other two boys, Gareth and Alun who had just arrived and
hadn't even had time to go to the house.  They said Pa, as best man, had
gone to Mrs Pretyman's where Uncle Edward would be setting out.  They
grinned at each other when they mentioned Pa but I didn't know what was
going on and I wasn't enlightened.  The organ was being played softly when
we arrived and Alun, Rhys and Gareth said they were acting as ushers so
practised on Uncle Dick, Matt and me and we were directed to seats 'on the
bridegroom's side'.

     As we chatted away so other people came into the church.  There were
several officers and quite a crowd, I assumed, from the village.  I saw old
farmer Catchpole come in with his wife and young Mrs Catchpole and, I
assumed, her husband, young Georgie's parents.  The bearded man from the
publisher's was there with a tall imperious-looking lady.  The big shock
for me was when Uncle Edward came in with Pa as his best man.  Both were in
their Lieutenant-Colonel's uniforms.  Pa looked very smart as they sat in
the front pew.  Another surprise was Corporal Jones, Uncle Edward's driver,
who came and sat in the row behind us.  Aunt Della was only three minutes
late.  To the sound of the Wedding March we all turned to watch the
procession.  Surprise, surprise!  She was preceded by Andrew and Lachlan,
walking side by side, both in blue full dress Cadet uniforms, caps held
rigidly under their arms, Lachlan's three silver stripes on each arm
shining brightly.  Aunt Della was in a flowing blue dress walking beside
her uncle who was to give her away.  Ma and Auntie Faye were behind her as
Matrons of Honour, both in long silk dresses and looking very smart.

     The rector started the service and there was an Army chaplain with him
as well.  Everybody sang lustily in the hymns and after the marriage was
pronounced the bridal party went off to the vestry to sign the register.
Of course there was a quiet murmur from the congregation and then the
organist started to play.  The slight hubbub stopped as the most beautiful,
clear boy treble started to sing 'Oh for the wings, for the wings of a
dove, far away would I roam....'  I knew the music, it was often on the
wireless, by Mendelssohn, sung by Master Ernest Lough and the Temple Choir.
But here it was no recording.  The voice soared and there was young Georgie
standing by the organ, singing like an angel.  It was magical!

     The service ended with the Blessing and the bridal party exited to
very loud, very cheerful organ music.  No peal of bells.  Hitler's War
meant that bells rung would be the signal of an invasion!!  There was an
Army photographer and we were all herded into various groups for the photos
to be taken.  When I wasn't in a group I went up to Georgie who was
standing next to a very pretty middle-aged lady who I thought might be an
aunt.

     "Hello, Georgie," I said, "You sang beautifully!"

     "Thaat were tidy good...." he began, his Suffolk accent very
prominent, there hadn't been a hint of it while he was singing.

     "George!"  The middle-aged lady said sternly.

     He turned to her.  "Mrs Vickery, may I introduce Jacko Thomson?  He's
one of Lachlan and Andrew's new cousins."

     I was even more astounded.  He produced the sentence without any
accent.  He turned to me and winked.  Mrs Vickery and I shook hands and she
smiled at the look of astonishment on my face.

     "I'm his music teacher's wife," she enlightened me, "And I've been
helping George with his singing."

     George was now all enthusiastic. "Mrs Vickery sang in opera," he said,
"Tidy good she sings!"  The last in the Suffolk accent!

     Mrs Vickery laughed.  "George, you're incorrigible!"

     We were joined by the man who had played the organ carrying his gown
and purplish fur-trimmed hood - of course, this was Mr Vickery.  He tousled
Georgie's hair and laughed as he must have caught the verbal byplay.

     "Leave him alone, Muriel," he said, "Georgie was the star of the show,
that is, after the new Mrs Thomson."

     We chatted together and watched the photographer rounding up the
various smaller groups.  Mr Vickery had heard I'd got Grade Six with
Distinction and congratulated me.  I then found out Georgie was taking
Grade Six at Christmas.  I thought I'd better practice hard if I was going
to get Grade Eight!!

     A very large Colonel came up and said something to Georgie and I saw
some silver coins change hands, thanks for the performance, no doubt.  Then
the rector came up.  He was also very large and was smiling hugely.  He
also tousled Georgie's hair.

     "Well, my little pagan, you certainly brought the house down," he said
jovially, "epea pteroenta, ouk esti?"  [winged words, eh?]

     "That's right, rector, bene fecisti, haec olim meminisse juvabit!"
                                                            [Thank you,
something to look back on in the future!]

     I think we all goggled.  Young Georgie amazes every time!  Greek and
Latin!  My Latin was just about enough to get his reply but I had to ask
him later what the rector said.  He didn't smirk or act at all big-headed,
he just said what it meant and that the rector was making sure he kept up
with the school work.  Kept up?  It sounded as if he was streets ahead!

     We then traipsed off to the Village Hall where we had a superb meal -
rationing didn't seem to come into it as far as the military were
concerned.  I found out later that old Mr Catchpole and his farming friends
had rustled up, I think rather literally, some choice cuts of beef which
the cooks had roasted.  With relatives, friends and people from the village
there were nearly a hundred of us and while we were eating a six-piece band
- all soldiers - played quietly.  There were ten on our table, the four
Thomson cousins, Andrew and Lachlan, Matt with Georgie and his two sisters.
Andrew was sitting between me and Gareth, his largest and darkest new
cousin and they were soon exchanging banter with Gareth asking him if he
needed a bib so he didn't get gravy on his nice uniform.  The uniform was
Captain Harrison's idea as Lachlan, while tidying the stores, had unearthed
whole sets of uniforms not worn since before the War so two had been
fitted, cleaned and they really did look smart.

     Rhys was next to one of Georgie's sisters and Alun was next to the
other one so there was much giggling and repartee back and forth across the
table.  This increased as we were all allowed a glass of wine and, when the
toasts were drunk after the speeches, we had some champagne as well.  Pa
made a very funny speech as Best Man and got a round of applause when he
finished.

     We all stood around while the tables were cleared away and I saw old
Mr Catchpole and went up to him and said I was sorry I didn't come up with
Andrew and Matt to see the animals.  Of course, he had his perennial pipe
with him which he sucked on, then looked at me with his twinkling eyes.

     "Thass a daft young booger youm got for a new cousin.  He don't know
them auld coos give more than milk at'other end."  He chuckled.  "Do 'e put
his foot in it right tidy!  He's a good smart lad though, ain't he?  And
that brother o' his?"

     I laughed, and agreed.  More evidence of acceptance. I then said he
must be proud of young Georgie.  He nodded and smiled again.  He didn't
need to say anything.

     After an interval there was dancing to the band, but as there were
many more males than females Georgie's sisters were very much involved and
I noticed that Ma and Auntie Faye were also much in demand.  Both were very
expert dancers, too.

     There were quite a few young officers and Gareth got chatting to them
and I noticed there were plenty of bottles on their table.  They also
didn't dance much!  All this went on until about eight o'clock when Uncle
Edward and Auntie Della appeared, now changed into ordinary clothes, ready
to go off on honeymoon.  It was all a bit mysterious where they were off to
but, after everybody showered them with confetti, they went off in the
staff car driven by Corporal Jones.

     There was more dancing but after bidding good night to Georgie and his
sisters the six of us younger lads went back to the house and went over the
happenings of the day in detail.  Lachs and Andrew wanted to get out of
their ceremonial uniforms so they went upstairs to get undressed.  We
others followed soon after and sat round the fire in the bedroom chattering
on.  We heard other people arriving back after ten o'clock and Rhys went
down to investigate.  He came back to say his parents and mine had come
back and gone to bed.  Gareth and two rather inebriated young officers were
sprawled in chairs in the drawing- room and as Alun was supposed to sleep
in the box-room with Gareth he said he was going to kip down on the floor
in with us.  Strange, he could have had a bed to himself as Rhys said
Gareth wasn't in a fit state to get upstairs.

     All was revealed after Lachlan said he and I could share the smaller
bed as we had the night before.  There must have been a discussion between
Rhys and Alun on retaliatory measures to be taken over the love-bites from
Andrew the Flea.  After much argy-bargy about who was going to use the
bathroom and wash we all managed to get sorted out and while they were
still arguing Lachs and I slipped into the bathroom first which meant we
were soon lying side by side in the narrow bed watching the proceedings.
Of course, Rhys and Alun had engineered all the debate so they could wash
last which meant that the next pair ready for bed were Matt, with a knowing
grin on his face, and Andrew.  While Alun and Rhys were in the bathroom
they quickly got into the double-bed and were soon nattering away going
over the events of the day again.

     Rhys and Alun came out of the bathroom together, in the nude, the
famous Thomson hardons proudly aloft.  The fire was burning brightly as the
pair of them got onto the double- bed, either side of Flea, and Matt
reached up and put out the main light.  The covers were pulled off Flea and
he was subjected to the most hilarious bout of tickle torture by the pair
of them, aided and abetted by Matt who smothered any cries of help to his
brother and other cousin by covering his mouth with his.  Lachs and I, of
course, pretended we could hear and see nothing. We then watched as Alun
dived onto Andrew's now rigid prick and sucked the complete five inches in
while Rhys straddled his chest and presented Flea with his own meaty
hardon.  Matt was licking and rubbing Andrew's nipples so he was in a
complete state of horny ecstasy.  And so were we.  The sight of two young
pricks being sucked so vehemently, because there was no holding back by
either Andrew or Alun, meant we were soon in a sixty-nine being watched,
vicariously, by the lads on the bed.

     The sight and sound of all this activity made me as randy as hell!
And judging by the way he was reacting to my sucking, and the way he was
engulfing my tool, the same effect had been made on Lachs.  After about
three minutes my reflexes took over and my buttocks jerked with involuntary
spasms as I shot about six squirts of my boy-juice straight into Lachlan's
waiting mouth.  He wasn't far behind with his yield of Cadet-spunk and we
traded each other's gifts with a slow and sensuous tongue-fuck while trying
to keep an eye on the happenings on the bed beside us.

     As befitted the youngest, Andrew shot his load into Alun's mouth first
and, as Alun let the steely rod go Matt's jaws were clamped round it
immediately.  Alun was now licking Andrew's nipples and transferring some
of the spunk he'd received all over them and onto Flea's chest and stomach.
He reached up and held onto Rhys' balls and stroked and squeezed them
slightly.  There was an almighty grunt from Rhys as he planted his seed
into Andrew's mouth and throat.  Andrew gurgled and sputtered and, as Rhys
withdraw he spurted twice more, so Andrew received another face-full of
cum.

     No sooner was Rhys off Andrew so Alun took his place.  Poor Andrew,
his eyes opened wide as another hefty, fat prick was pressed against his
lips.  Matt was steadily sucking on Andrew's cock and had a finger and
thumb looped round near the base so was wanking him as well.  Andrew's
thighs were jerking in rhythm because of this and he was also trying to
cope with Alun's solid shaft.  We could see his jaw and cheek muscles
moving almost in time with the heavings of his nether regions.  Alun must
have been saving up his supply of boy-juice because he was very quick in
coming and the amount must have been immense.  Andrew tried to gulp down as
much as possible but, like Rhys, Alun also withdrew and sprayed the rest of
that massive orgasmic output on Andrew's forehead and face.  Matt had
removed his mouth and was now masturbating Andrew fully rapidly and it
wasn't long before, with a prolonged 'Unnnnnh', Andrew shot his second load
with Matt catching some of the thin stream in his mouth.

     We were giggling to each other in our bed watching the pantomime
because Flea was given no respite.  If the Thomson cocks were thick and
hefty the third one, Matt's, which was now presented for Flea's attention,
was thick, hefty and extra long.  And, if Flea had any thought that two
emissions of his own in under fifteen minutes were enough he was quite
wrong.  As Flea began to suck on Matt so Rhys took over the ministrations
to his cock.  He pulled the foreskin right back and again, like Alun, took
the whole length into his mouth.  Flea's leg and thigh muscles were now
twitching quite violently as Rhys also wanked him as well as sucked until
the poor lad's buttocks were heaving up and down leaving the bed each time
a new wave of frenzy hit him somewhere in his spunk-producing nervous
system.

     Matt, somehow, managed to contain himself and Flea was sucking on him
for quite ten minutes or so before he deposited his semen bank not only in
Andrew's mouth but also, like the other two, all over his cum-drenched
face.  We watched as Andrew now lay staring, open-eyed, upwards, his mouth
gaping open, breathing in short gasps and making small 'nuh, nuh, nuh'
sounds as the rhythm of Rhys' steady beat on his cock gradually drew him
towards another climax.  He came violently and tried to grab Rhys' flying
fist but both Alun and Matt caught his arms and Matt, again, put his mouth
over his to prevent him screaming out.  As the last small squirt occurred
so Rhys stopped but still held that short, well-used rod in his grip.

     Rhys bent over him.  "First three rounds, three submissions.  Next
match in two minutes."

     Flea was still gasping and was in no fit state to respond.  Lachs and
I were in no fit state to take any notice as we had re-arranged ourselves
so we could take care of our second erections of the night.  I suppose two
minutes passed but we were too intent in rasing each other to our own
heights of euphoria to take much notice of the events taking place on the
bed next to us.  In fact, when both of us had shot a second time and shared
the products we just lay, peacefully, contentedly, joyfully, clasping each
other, and went to sleep.  Somewhere about four in the morning we both
awoke and felt for each other's hardons and slowly, with tongues darting
deliciously, wanked each other until our boy-cream mingled on each other's
chests.

     I was prodded awake by Lachlan who informed me it was seven o'clock
and we'd better get up and wash and dress as the bathroom would be crowded.
We both needed our breakfasts as well and we knew we had to be ready by
nine o'clock when the taxis were arriving to take us to Ipswich Station.
We said our intimate, heart-felt au revoirs by stroking and hugging each
other and with Lachlan assuring me he had been strengthened even more by
our love and affection for each other.  I said I was so happy they were now
my cousins and I would look after Andrew for him at New Year and hoped he
and Cartwright would have a good holiday together.  We made arrangements to
meet again at Easter if possible and, with a final hug, we parted and got
up.

     The huddled mass in the other bed was a sight.  Three large boys and a
small one, like a mass of frog-spawn, as Lachlan said.  Although someone,
or more, had licked cum from Andrew's face there were dried remains on his
cheek and eyebrows as well as a streak on his forehead and into his hair.
As we left the room we gently woke them, the three older lads were not too
comatose but Flea stared rather glassy-eyed as Lachlan shook him awake.
The others promised they would get him up and wash and dress him if
necessary and we went downstairs to investigate what had happened to Gareth
and the young officers.

     We were met by quite stentorian snores from one of them sound asleep
in an easy chair.  Gareth was stretched out on a sofa asleep and the second
young officer was asleep on the hearth rug with his head in the fireplace.

     I nudged Lachlan and pointed at him, "If he's there I suppose he's
slept like a log!"

     I got a vicious poke in the kidney region for that atrocious joke.
When I winced poor Lachs was all concerned and, quite unconcerned about the
possible audience in the room, grabbed me and hugged me.  I whispered I was
OK and I went over and shook Gareth to wake him up.  He must have had a
skinful as he was most unco-operative and swore rather fiercely when I
tickled him under the chin.  He did manage to open his eyes then and looked
around, not really knowing where he was and how he'd got there.

     "Christ, Jacko!" he said when his eyes fixed on me, "My fucking head!"

     He saw Lachs standing next to me.

     "Sorry, it slipped out," he said apologetically.

     "As the bishop said to the actress," said Lachlan.

     Another atrocious little joke, the same response I'd heard from Billy.
Must remember that as a good one to use!  I would have to enlarge my dirty
mind though!

     We pointed out the two Lieutenants and Gareth grinned.  "They're the
two buggers who kept filling my glass," he said, "Serve them right, they
must have had twice as much as me."

     He lumbered up off the sofa and between the three of us we lifted the
groaning body from the hearth-rug and deposited him on the sofa.  We woke
both up as Gareth said if any of the senior officers were still around they
would be for the high jump as he knew one of them was on Orderly Officer
duty in Colchester that evening.  They were groaning and holding their
heads and Lachs went off and came back with two glasses of water and a
bottle of aspirin tablets.  We left them to it and Gareth disappeared
upstairs to his own bedroom and bathroom to wash and change while Lachs and
I went along to the breakfast room.  There, already eating a cooked
breakfast were Ma and Pa and Gareth's parents.  Apparently two of the Army
cooks had stayed over and had prepared a full English breakfast, eggs,
bacon, sausage, baked beans, fried bread, with toast and honey or marmalade
to follow.  I rather stuffed myself!

     Gareth came in and said all he wanted was a cup of tea and a piece of
toast.  His father made some remark about little boys who couldn't hold
their liquor but his mother was a bit more concerned.  He assured her he
was OK and went off clutching a cup and his toast.

     Lachs and I were busy eating as, just after the grown-ups went off to
pack, the other four lads appeared including a now, very chirpy Andrew.  He
did complain his mouth was aching a bit and Lachs and I found out he'd
sucked off the other three twice each so no wonder his jaws were stretched!
He then complained that Matt had had mercy on him and hadn't wanked or
sucked him off the sixth time so he'd only come five times.
  Matt said he wasn't in a fit state to have anything else done to him at
the time as he almost passed out when he came the fifth time.

     It was getting a bit monotonous with Flea moaning he'd been deprived
of a final orgasmic event.  In the end Matt was goaded into saying that
Andrew just didn't have the stamina for six in a row and he should be glad
someone took pity on him and stopped him probably being permanently
damaged.

     "Huhn!" said Lachlan, "The only way he'd be permanently damaged would
be to have that mouth of his stretched by having good solid Thomson cocks
in it a bit more.  Anyway, that's one way we know how to keep him quiet.
Fill his mouth up and give everyone a bit of joy and peace!"  He dug his
brother in the ribs.  "Anyway, it's a wonder you need any breakfast this
morning having had six good helpings of nourishing cream soup last night!
Wait till I tell Potty.  That's something for him to have a proper gossip
about."

     Flea looked up at his brother and sneered.  "Nourishing soup?" he said
scathingly, "Most of it was more like skimmed milk and gone sour at that!
And as for telling Potty anything, I could say you were pretty quiet last
night having your fill of half-French sausage!"

     That did it.  Five boys got up and advanced on Andrew.  One boy, Rhys,
carefully placed a chair under the door knob and stood guard while four
others held Andrew and stripped him completely in twenty seconds flat.
Seventy-five seconds later Matt's flying fist made Andrew deposit the sixth
and final load, small and rather watery, in a teacup held by Alun, while I
stood, my half-French sausage jutting proudly from my flies and inserted
into his mouth, with his head held firmly by his ears by his brother.
Twenty seconds or so after his unloading, my morning cream soup delivery
was made.  It was evident that it was neither skimmed nor sour as the last
two squirts landed under his nose..  He winked at me and licked it up.

     He swallowed noisily and unnecessarily to make the point.  "At least
my cousin Jacko provides good portions even if he isn't fully grown yet."
He looked at Matt.  "Yes, that was OK too.  That sleep you had must have
revived your poor tired old body."  He reached over and felt Matt's biceps
on both his arms through his shirt-sleeves. "Yes," he said, nodding his
head, "You've definitely got stronger muscles in your right arm, too!  Must
be all the exercise!"

     What do you do?  He was dropped unceremoniously on the floor, giggling
as usual, while we tried to keep straight faces. Matt aimed a kick at his
bare butt and dissolved into laughter.

     "I wish I had a cousin like you!"  he said with feeling.

     Flea scrambled up from the floor and flung his arms round him, his
still rampant, sticky-ended tool to the fore.  "You can share me, if the
others will let you.  And I'll throw Lachlan in for free!"

     We three Thomson boys all hugged Matt as well and dragged Lachlan into
the melee too.  Of course, it meant that bare-arsed Flea then received five
hefty smacks on his muscular little buttocks to remind him of his elders
and, perhaps, betters.

     He then moaned as he had to collect his clothes together and get
dressed again while we were having the rest of the toast.  In fact, he'd
just managed to get his shoes back on when Nanny Saunders came in with
another pile of hot toast.

     "And what was all the noise?" she began, "As long as you were keeping
that young gentleman in order it doesn't matter."  She looked at him.  "You
look happy enough this morning.  All these new cousins to keep your tongue
occupied, no doubt!"

     If only she knew how his tongue had been occupied last night and again
this morning!

     "I just say things to keep them in order," he said.  "And we've
decided to adopt Matt.  He can be an honorary cousin.  Perhaps we might get
his sister to marry Lachs and then he'd be even more related."

     "Heaven forbid," said Matt with a groan.  He scanned all of us.  "I
don't mean you, I wouldn't let Julia loose on anyone!"

     Nanny Saunders laughed and left the room, shutting the door behind
her.
  When it was safely closed I thought I would try to stir things up.

     "What about Chris?" I said, wondering if he might mention the
photographic evidence of Chris's more-than-adequate equipment.

     He laughed.  "He can have her.  She's dotty about him.  Always singing
his name and crooning over his picture."

     "His picture?" I goaded, but he wasn't going to be drawn.

     "The one in his pilot's uniform on her dressing-table.  I told you
about it."

     I let the matter drop.  It would be churlish of me to mention the
other rather more intimate photos of one of our brave fighter pilots!

     At that moment Flea noticed that Alun was holding the teacup in which
his spunk had been deposited.  I think Alun had picked it up so Nanny
Saunders wouldn't see it.  He reached over and took the cup from Alun.

     "If you are all going to be my relations I think I should share myself
with you."

     He dipped his forefinger in the cup and then deposited a blob of semen
on Alun's forehead.  Before he could say anything he'd moved on to Rhys who
was similarly anointed.  In fact, no one said a word as he went round to
all of us in turn, including his brother, and gave us all a bit of his
seed.

     "There," he announced, "that only leaves the biggest....."

     He had just said that when the door opened and Gareth's head appeared
round it.  He saw a set of solemn boys sitting round the table with Andrew
with a teacup in his hand.

     "Our mother's out there in the kitchen giving Toby and Jeff a lecture
on the evils of the demon drink," he said, "Thought I'd better escape
before I got an earful as well.  I'd forgotten that grandfather Williams
had been President of the Temperance League!"  He shook his head.  "I'll be
in for it when we get home."  He looked at all of us just sitting there.
Then Flea made his move.

     "Cousin Gareth," he said earnestly, "I want to welcome you as a true
relative."

     Four feet eleven reached up to six foot two and dabbed a great smear
of gooey come across Gareth's broad forehead.  All of us burst into giggles
at the look on Gareth's face as he put a hand up and took some of the goo
on his fingers.

     "What the hell!...." he began, staring at the sticky gobbet, "Whose?"
He looked round at us, all grinning madly, "When?"

     Five fingers pointed at Flea who was still holding the cup and looking
up at Gareth with angelic, innocent eyes.

     "It's for you, Gareth, from me, with my love for ever."

     This was said with such sincerity we all dropped our pointing hands
and stopped grinning.

     "It was for all of us," said an unusually serious Rhys, "And we've
received it in the complete spirit it was given.  It's for all of us, for
ever!"

     We all murmured that it was so.

     Gareth looked down from his height to Andrew.  He bent down and threw
his arms around him.  "Welcome, brother, and thank you!"

     Decisions then had to be made about the disposal of the remains in the
teacup.  Dregs from the other cups were poured in but it did make a rather
odd looking mixture.  Alun volunteered to take the dirty crockery out when
we'd finished breakfast completely and to surreptitiously wash out the
evidence.  Gareth then went on to explain that the two Lieutenants, Toby
and Jeff, were having breakfast in the kitchen while getting told off.  He
then reminded us we all had to be packed and ready to leave by nine o'clock
as the taxis would be arriving to take us all to Ipswich Station to catch
the train to London.

     I managed to down two more pieces of toast as I had done the bulk of
my packing the night before so had a moment or two to myself while the
others went off with Alun, very conscientiously, taking a pile of dirty
crocks to the kitchen.

     At the station we did manage to find two empty carriages so we seven
lads commandeered one while Ma, Pa , Uncle Dick and Auntie Faye went into
the other one.

     The journey to London seemed to go very fast.  There was much to
discuss and remember about the past few days.  Flea, sitting next to
Gareth, had his more or less undivided attention all the way, as I heard
them talking about Gareth's University engineering course and Flea's desire
to go into the RAF.  Rhys entertained us with his usual load of awful puns
and jokes and Alun told us about the rugger game he and the other
apprentices had played in against a really tough team and then when they
got to the club house afterwards to clean up they jumped into the bath to
find the water was cold.  This set Rhys off again.  In a very confidential
whisper he started,
          "Cold as a frog in an ice-bound pool,
          Cold as the tip of an Eskimo's tool,
          And cold that may be but not as chilly
          As the icicles that grew on poor Alun's willy!"

     "Shut up, you fool!" said Alun, while the rest of us laughed.  "It was
freezing, I thought my end had come!"

     "Or gone!" rumbled Gareth from his corner, "Wouldn't take much to
diminish that apology for a boy's best friend!"

     Andrew looked up at Gareth with his guileless blue eyes.  "Do you have
a best friend, Gareth?"

     I thought "careful, Gareth, Flea's going to lead you up the garden
path!".

     "Of course I've got a best friend," said Gareth confidently, "Probably
the same place as your best friend."

     "My best friend is Potty, he's at school," said the tyke, with an
absolutely straight face.

     That was as far as he got.  Gareth let out a roar.  He hauled Flea
straight over his knees and began to tickle him.

     "Thought you'd catch me, eh?" roared Gareth giving a squirming Andrew
the benefit of his big hands on his ribs, "This Flea I've caught has lost
his bite, eh?"

     "Help!, Help!" squawked a helpless, giggling Andrew, "Help me Lachs,
Jacko, please!"

     We were also laughing but got up and advanced on Gareth.

     "Let him go, you big bully," I said, at the same time prodding Gareth
in his side and giving Flea a bit of a tickle.

     "If you want to deal with someone your own size, try me," said Lachs,
standing on tip toe making him about five feet seven.  "On second thoughts,
don't!"

     The other three, between laughs, were starting up a chant of
"Gar-eth's a bul-ly, Gar- eth's a bul-ly" but doing nothing to help Flea
who was squealing even louder.  We must have been kicking up quite a bit of
noise as the carriage door was slid open suddenly and Auntie Faye stood
there.  There was immediate silence.  The tickling stopped and Flea shut
his row.

     "Gareth!" she began....

     ... I butted in, "It's OK, Auntie Faye, we're seeing that it's fair
play."

     "Your son's a monster," said Flea, "But he's a nice monster.  King
Kong, I think!"

     What with Rhys calling Matt Long Dong Silver and now Gareth as a
monstrous King Kong I got the message and I wondered if the others had..
Flea was letting it be known that Gareth had a hardon!  His mother just
shook her head and shut the door behind her as she went back into the
corridor and we all dissolved into giggles.

     As soon as she was gone there was a muted whispering from the rest of
us, "Gar-eth's got a stif-fy, Gar-eth's got a stif-fy!"

     "May I move now?" said an unrepentant Andrew, "Or will your best
friend embarrass you further?"

     Flea got quite a stinger on his backside for that but a grinning
Gareth turned him over and held him up.

     "You wretch, saying that in front of my mother!"

     "It obviously runs in the family," said Flea, taking no notice, "Nice
to know you've all got very good best friends!"

     There was nothing more Gareth could do or say.  He put Andrew down and
he immediately sat beside Gareth again while Gareth, to the immense delight
of all of us, adjusted himself to the accompaniment of Andrew making
peculiar faces staring down at Gareth's discomfiture.

     The rest of journey flashed by and we reached Liverpool Street Station
right on time.  The Cardiff contingent said their farewells and I heard
Gareth say to Lachlan, as they shook hands on bidding au revoir, that he
was to make sure he held his young brother's hand if they had to cross a
busy road to see he wasn't run over by any slow moving trams....  Flea
could not retaliate because Uncle Dick was telling him to visit Cardiff as
soon as possible but the look on his face as Gareth waved to him and smiled
sweetly meant Gareth was going to receive some sort of compensatory action
in the future.

     We saw the boys off to their mainline terminus before we caught our
own train back to Kerslake.  Pa, of course wanted a smoking compartment and
Ma was engrossed in another Della Arnold book - Della Arnold, Della
Cameron, Della Thomson!  Of course, she must be Aunt Della!!  Stupid boy!!!
Matt and I said we would find a non-smoking carriage and both of us dozed
off and slept most of the way back to Kerslake.  Matt said he'd see me at
school in the morning as we said cheerio to him at his house from the taxi
which, providentially, was available as we got off the train.  I thought to
myself I could get used to travelling by taxi!

     In bed that night, after a substantial supper, I reviewed the last few
days.  I had gained two new cousins.  Both Andrew and Lachlan had been
accepted wholeheartedly by not only my other Thomson cousins but also by my
special friend, Matt.  Lachlan and I had sealed our friendship even further
and that irrepressible scamp, Andrew the Flea, was coming to stay at New
Year.  I held Piers' medal tightly in my left hand while my right hand
celebrated such a memorable time.


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