Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2002 12:51:09 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad123@hotmail.com>
Subject: Flip's Tale: Chapter 4
Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws
of your country or district please desist. If you are a bigot or
prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking
literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to yourself.
Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome.
My thanks to those who have kept in touch after my previous stories. If
you haven't read them yet I have listed them at the end of this first
episode. Bless you all.
Flip's Tale
Chapter 4
4A: Christmas 1996
My room was just the same when I opened the door at Aunt Margaret's as I
had left it but I could now see snow on the mountains behind through the
window and I was right, my dick was longer, it was now five and three
quarter inches long!
Tom came to see me as soon as he got back from school. Aunt Margaret had
to go to late afternoon surgery so we were left alone. We didn't get a
chance to tell each other anything about our schools because within moments
we were stripped off and under the covers on my bed. We hugged and stroked
each other in silence until I could bear it no longer. I dived down and
took his well-remembered young cock in my mouth. Tom was not to be
deprived either as we moved together and sixty-nined. Immediately, he
pressed his lips round my foreskin covered knob. That feeling as his lips
pushed the skin down and his tongue just touching my oh-so-sensitive rim
was enough to make me come. I filled his mouth with my spunk as I gasped
and took his rod fully into my mouth. As I spasmed so my sucks on his cock
were so strong it wasn't long before that swelled in my mouth and he
unloaded his gift of boycream for me. We disentangled ourselves and ended
up mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, our spunk mingling and being tasted by
both of us.
In the next hour we both came twice more and had just managed to get
dressed again as Aunt Margaret's Range Rover swept into the drive. She
invited Tom for supper and we made plans to meet up the next afternoon as
it was the last day of his term.
I was really satiated with the triple encounter with young Tom so I just
lay in bed that night and relived the feel of his body and especially the
unstoppable energy we had put into our third bout. Our tongues had lashed
each other's faces, necks and chests, and our lips and teeth had nipped our
lips, chins and nipples to such an extent that our bodies writhed in unison
while our hands pounded each others pricks so hard and violently that our
orgasms, when they came, were so intense that we collapsed onto each other
in absolute ecstasy. That night I fell asleep, not having needed to wank,
just curled up, my hands holding my prick and balls and I awoke in the
morning with such a raging hardon I immediately tossed myself off to
release the tension. Where all my spunk came from I did not know. I had
squirted three loads the previous afternoon and now a pool of my boycream
was on my chest. I hoped there would be more for later when Tom came home
from school.
I spent the morning tidying my things and doing some shopping in the
village for Aunt Margaret. I was greeted by everyone so warmly and was
reminded by the lady in the village shop that there was a ceilidh on
Christmas Eve on Tuesday. Aunt Margaret took me into Fort William that
afternoon and bought me a pair of walking boots and a couple of thick
pullovers and a waterproof parka so I wouldn't freeze to death going off
hiking with Tom. I was adamant I was going to wear my kilt and Aunt
Margaret laughed and said I would be OK as long as the wind didn't whistle
too much, but, to be safe, I was also bought a pair of thick hiking
trousers. I also managed to do some Christmas shopping and got Tom a pair
of ski- gloves and some rather expensive soap for Aunt Margaret. As I
hadn't spent any of my pocket money during the term I had quite a bit of
spare cash!
Tom was at the back door within minutes of him getting off the school bus.
As Aunt Margaret was out again within minutes we were in my bed feeling
each other and making plans for our foray around the wintry countryside the
next day. Twice we brought each other to a climax, the first by a more
leisurely suck than the day before, the second by an even more lengthy,
slow mutual wank. I told Tom about my morning wank and he grinned and said
he'd done exactly the same.
Lying side by side I realised that Tom was experiencing a tremendous growth
spurt. He confirmed this by saying he'd grown nearly two inches over the
past three months and his tool and balls were also growing. His voice had
also broken properly in that he didn't make those embarrassing squeaks
which I had finished with just before I went to Kinloch in the autumn. We
practised saying things deeper and deeper and giggled and felt so together.
I loved Tom. I couldn't get enough of his company.
I think the feeling was mutual as next day, kitted out in our kilts and
pullovers, boots and all, we set off in the chilly morning air. We chatted
together all day as we walked. I told him about all the boys in the dorm
and the school routine. He wanted to know how we spent our time and was
quite awed by the fact that almost every moment of the day was scheduled
for something. I did say that even the nightly wank could have been
time-tabled because lights- out was the signal for duvets down, which
caused him great hilarity and he kept referring to this asking if I'd
arranged a time-table for the holiday. I told him about Simon and the
workouts and I confessed I wanted to do things with him. I also confessed
about the four encounters with Ghazi and he was intrigued about the young
Arab boy and said he'd like to meet him.
Then Tom told me that he'd found a wank buddy at his school. He was a boy
a couple of villages away who got on the school bus a bit earlier. They
had visited the school bogs together to have a pee on arrival the first day
back to school and the boy had asked outright if Tom was wanking himself
yet. As the school bus usually got to the school about half an hour before
school started they had found an old store room to which they went most
mornings and tossed each other off.
The boy, Lachlan, had two older brothers, and told Tom they all had wanked
each other but now he was left with only one brother, two years older, at
home. From his bragging to Tom I concluded they were as horny as each
other. Lachlan and his brother seemed to go in for wanking marathons,
especially at weekends, with the boast that one weekend they had both come
fourteen times. I couldn't believe that, even Tom was a bit astounded and
said his record was six in one day and he couldn't keep that rate up the
next day. Tom said that Lachlan had a short stubby prick but it was ever
so thick even at fourteen. Apparently from Lachlan's description his
brother, at nearly seventeen, was much the same, as his prick was not much
longer but just fatter.
Of course, all this talk was quite arousing for the pair of us. Luckily we
found an old abandoned barn where we had our lunch preceded and followed by
a nice, comfortable wank. This settled into a pattern for the next couple
of days until the weather changed for the worse but Tom's dad took us out
in his police car all the Friday morning. Friday afternoon we spent in the
warmth of my bed. We didn't quite emulate Lachlan's marathon but randy Tom
came five times that day and I managed four.
On Saturday Aunt Margaret and Tom had great fun teaching me the rudiments
of Scottish dancing. My mind was reeling with the intricacies of the
eightsome reel by the time they finished but they assured me I would be the
belle of the ball on Tuesday. When Aunt Margaret was out of the room I
retaliated by grabbing Tom's clothed knackers under his kilt and
threatening to squeeze them till he squeaked. He did point out that
wearing underpants was necessary when doing Highland dancing!
The snow was quite thick on Christmas Eve but the village hall was packed
and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Aunt Margaret had given me an early
Christmas present of a nice white shirt and a bow-tie so I looked the
bees-knees whirling round getting my feet all entangled at times. However
a good time was had by all and I even managed to down a couple of wee drams
of Scotch which was being handed round liberally 'to keep the cauld oot'.
Christmas day we had lunch with Tom and his parents and the rest of the
week sped by. Tom and I spent as much time together but he was going off
to visit relations for Hogmanay with his parents so on the Sunday we said
our farewells until Easter.
4B: Arriving at Linnhe:
On Monday morning I was up good and early and checked that I had packed all
my things. I also checked that I looked smart enough in my school shirt
and tie with my kilt on. Aunt Margaret made me put my parka on over my
jacket before we set out as it was pretty cold and the roads were clear but
icy. As usual she drove like a demon and we arrived at Linnhe Castle very
quickly as I didn't realise how near, in Scottish distance, Paul lived to
the village. The castle was most impressive. All battlements,
crenellations and turrets set in acres of grounds. Aunt Margaret told me
Mr Campbell was the laird and the family used to own a great deal of the
neighbouring land but death-duties had reduced their holdings and the
castle needed a lot of repair.
On arrival I got out of the Range Rover to be greeted by a great barking
and was surrounded by about five Labradors, retrievers or whatever. I was
then surrounded by all my friends - all of them bedecked in kilts! Aunt
Margaret was in hysterics as Clyde strutted up to her in a red and green
checkered tartan, bowing low and shaking her by the hand in real
old-fashioned Southern gentlemanly fashion. Hamed and Ghazi were close
behind and were arrayed in the same tartan as Paul and I was told they had
been made honorary members of the Campbell clan. The biggest surprise was
the sight of Simon bringing up the rear as I hadn't an inkling that he'd
been invited as well. Aunt Margaret was escorted indoors by Clyde and the
others, plus the dogs, while Simon was left with me and my luggage.
He said he would show me my room and hefted one of my two bags and led the
way through into the entrance hall and up the baronial staircase. We ended
up outside a most imposing door which he ceremoniously opened.
"Here you are, sir," he said, sweeping me in before him, "Your room awaits
and your loyal servant will lay out your things."
I looked at him very puzzled. The room obviously had another occupant but
there was only one bed - a large double. He saw my baffled look.
"It's OK, this is Roddy's room really but you don't have to share with him.
He's had to go back on duty in Edinburgh. I've shared with him over
Christmas and now..." he paused and an impish grin made the corners of his
mouth twitch, "...I've got to share a bloody bed with you! You don't mind
do you? You're last in and I'm spare so you've got me!"
I was gobsmacked, flabbergasted, overwhelmed, you name it. Something I had
wanted ever since I'd clapped eyes on him that first visit to the school.
I didn't know what to say. I stuttered something about I wouldn't mind at
all. It was all I could do to keep my unruly dick from performing
handstands with joy. Still, Simon seemed in charge of the situation and we
unloaded the things I would need into a large wardrobe which seemed crammed
in any case with clothes and uniforms. He explained we had to share a
bathroom with the occupants of the adjoining room who were Paul and Ghazi.
All was in a whirl. We made our way downstairs again to a large
sitting-room where all the others, plus Aunt Margaret and Mr and Mrs
Campbell, were drinking coffee. We all chatted for a while until Aunt
Margaret said she should be off as she wanted to get to Edinburgh as soon
as possible. I went out to the Range Rover with her and she said she hoped
I'd had a good time so far and she wished me well and to 'phone her before
I went back to Kinloch. As none of the other boys were around I hugged her
and gave her a big kiss and she was off.
The rest of the day sped by. The six of us went for a ramble after lunch
and had a snowball fight ganging up on Simon and chasing him back to the
castle in the end, threatening to stuff as much snow as possible up his
kilt. We had a very substantial meal in the evening in the Great Hall
served by two ladies from the nearby village and sat around a huge log fire
in the sitting-room until Simon said it was time for bed. I had found out
that as well as Paul and Ghazi - or McJazz as he was now called according
to ever-bubbly Clyde - were sharing, so were Hamed and Clyde. Clyde had to
explain to me in great detail that his tartan was really for the City of
Glasgow but he had ordered his kilt in it as that was where the Clyde
flowed!
4C: Simon:
I followed Simon up the stairs and went to the bathroom straightaway as I
was dying for a pee. When I went into our room the curtains were drawn and
a log-fire lit up the room and there was an ancient radiator as well so the
room was warm and snug. Simon had taken his shirt off and skipped out of
the room to get to the bathroom before Ghazi and Paul commandeered it. I
stripped off completely and put my things neatly in the wardrobe and was
just admiring my muscle development in the mirror over the dresser when
Simon came back in and closed the door firmly.
"I thought Sixth-Formers weren't allowed to have younger boys in their
bed," I said, still surveying my pecs and the biceps on my right arm, but
watching as Simon also stripped.
He ignored my statement. "Are you getting into bed like that?" he asked.
"Of course," I said, "I started a new Kinloch tradition so I mean to carry
on with it."
"You're a cheeky bugger," he said, "But I generally sleep in the raw as
well."
I looked carefully at his reflection in the mirror as I flexed my left arm.
Was his cock swelling? It was bigger than mine in any case and swung
gracefully as he went to the wardrobe to hang his things up.
"Last one in bed's a rotten egg!" he said and dived across to the bed
before I had a chance to even twitch a buttock muscle, "And has to switch
the light out!"
Actually we both reached the bed at the same time as I was nearer on my
side. As we lifted the covers and bundled in our bodies collided and we
were hugging each other with his legs entwined round my muscly young thighs
immediately.
"I've wanted this young boy in my bed ever since the day I first saw him,"
he whispered throatily in my ear, which he proceeded to probe with his hot,
wet tongue.
"I've wanted to be in bed with this Sixth-Former from that moment too," I
said in between giving some deep felt `Aghs' as his tongue moved from my
ear to my chin and neck.
I felt down to his leg and had an absolute frisson of untold pleasure as I
stroked and felt those wonderful hairy whorls. My prick had a mind of it's
own and was instantly hard and pointing up my belly. As I moved my body
against his I felt his equally steel-like rod press into my stomach.
I moved my hand to the small of his back and clasped him as tight as I
could. My head moved and our lips touched, locked and we tongue-fucked as
we rocked up and down, our hardons rubbing alongside each other.
"Stop a moment, Flip," he said very breathlessly, "Must get a towel."
He slipped away from me but returned quickly spreading a bath towel between
us. As he got closer to me I gripped his shaft and he did the same to me.
We tongue-fucked again and slowly, slowly wanked each other until a
thunderous climax released great gobbets of my boycream all over his
stomach and chest. I pulled down hard on his cock a few more times and he
responded with such intensity I was drenched in a flurry of spunk which
seemed to cover me from chin to navel.
We panted with the exertions and lay quietly for a minute or so.
"We've both wanted that for a long time, haven't we?" he said finally.
All I could murmur was a quiet 'Yes'. I then felt for some of his cum on
my chest and licked my fingers. His spunk was more salty and less sweet
than Tom's, Michael's or Ghazi's. He wasn't content with just tasting a
finger dipped in mine but scooped up as much as he could with several
sweeps of his fingers. Not to be outdone I did the same, giving myself
even more sensations as my fingers passed over my spunk-sticky nipples.
We lay silently for a long time, chest to chest, my head resting on his
neck as I listened to his pulse as his heart-rate returned to normal.
"I want that again, Flip," he whispered in my ear, "I've been dreaming of
this for three months. Please do it to me again, ever so slowly."
While we were lying quietly his prick had become fully erect again. I felt
down, my fingers sticky with spunk and felt the ribbiness of his shaft.
Simon deserved more.
I slid down the bed and gently opened my lips around his heavy knob end.
He gasped as I pushed his foreskin back. His knob must have been
supersensitive after that last explosive climax but I continued slowly, but
very carefully, lapping at his roundness with my tongue.
"Wait a moment, Flip," he whispered.
He edged himself down the bed, turning, so we laid head to toe. My now
erect rod was sought for by this mouth. His breath was hot as he nuzzled
my scanty bush and licked round the base of my shaft. His cock had dropped
from my mouth so I explored his balls with my tongue and then nipped the
soft skin of his sac between my lips. I sucked one of his balls into my
mouth and probed the egg-shaped heaviness inside. Whatever I did he was
doing to me. In fact both my balls were in his mouth as he sucked lightly
on them. Gradually we moved our tongues up each other's pricks. I could
feel the softer indentation running up the underside of his boymeat and as
I ran my tongue firmly up and down this he groaned and gasped even more.
Finally, I took the head of his cock into my mouth again and he did the
same to me. Our heads bobbed in synchrony as we washed each other's pricks
in copious amounts of saliva.
My hands were active too. I was feeling the dense curls on the backs of
his thighs, teasing the tight strands between my finger tips. He was doing
the same to me except I just had my reddish downy covering to brush. Then
his hand moved to my buttocks and a finger began to explore my crack. A
soft caress across my pucker made my buttocks twitch and a small electric
charge seemed to run between there and the base of my cock. I moved my
finger into his crack and was rewarded by the same twitch of his muscles
and a tightening of his mouth around my now almost fully engulfed length.
We stroked each other's buds and this made our sucking more and more
intense. Without warning Simon clenched his jaws hard round my cock and
shot spurt after spurt of his boycream into my mouth. I sucked as hard as
I could as the precious fluid coated the whole of the inside of my mouth.
I swallowed some but I wanted to share whatever remained with Simon. His
squirts and the immense vacuum caused by his mouth clamped on my rod set my
reflexes off and I shot a massive load into his waiting mouth.
Almost immediately he rearranged his position so we were now mouth to
mouth, tongues furiously beating against each other, our sticky loads
mixing and transferring. Simon's hands were massaging my back almost in a
frenzy and I was holding him to me as tight as I could. In the end we
separated and, exhausted, I fell asleep straightaway.
I woke suddenly about four o'clock to find I was alone in bed. I peered
out and saw the shadowy figure of Simon in front of the fire putting two
more large logs on it. I was captivated by his body just seen in the
firelight. Even more so as he bent down to pick up another log and the
silhouette of his dangling tool and balls appeared between his parted legs.
I slipped out of bed. The room was still very warm. I went over to Simon
and stood by his side in front of the now beginning to blaze again fire. I
put my right arm round him and whispered that he had made me so happy. He
turned and held me to him. I was now only about three inches shorter than
him so our faces were almost level.
"You are such a handsome boy," he said, "I've wanted to say this to you
many times. You remind me so much of Richard. I have to tell you we are
lovers and in September I'll join him at Edinburgh. We intend to live
together and study together..." He held me even tighter. "...and have
wonderful sex together. I'm telling you this because I love him so deeply
I could never let him go but I told him about you when I knew we would be
sharing here and he said he trusted me with you and he said if you wanted
it I should love you as I love him. Do you see what I mean?"
I was so touched by his feelings for me the tears welled up in my eyes. He
must have thought I was hurt in some way as he looked so concerned.
"Are you alright, Flip?" he asked, his voice almost breaking with emotion.
As he looked at me he did have a sad look on his face.
I nodded and whispered that I was so happy being with him I wouldn't do
anything to break up his love for Richard. I said I hoped I had made him
happy as well. I realised that he was completely happy.
"What is it Simon, you seem sad underneath?"
He turned and hugged me tightly, a small sob in his voice.
"It's my birthday tomorrow. New Year's Day. I shall be eighteen and I do
feel so alone."
"You've got us and the Campbells, even if Richard isn't here."
"I know, but I've got an envelope with a bloody great cheque in it from my
father and an equally bloody great cheque from my mother and neither of
them want me around," he burst out vehemently. "I haven't seen my mother
since I was ten and I suppose now I'm eighteen I make her seem old. So she
just keeps out of my life!"
He was shaking with emotion. What could I do? I held him tight too.
"Simon, we all love you. All the boys at school admire you and would do
anything for you. I know Paul loves you and I do. I would do anything for
you. Come on, Simon, lie down in front of the fire with me."
We hugged each other as I stroked his strong, muscular back and felt his
well-defined abs and chest against me as I clutched him. My prick began to
harden and was wedged between his legs as it began to rise.
"You're a horny little beast," he said quietly into my ear as he began to
giggle instead of sniff.
I moved my head round and kissed his eyes and licked the salty tears away.
"I want your cock," I whispered.
We moved head to toe again and for over an hour poured out our feelings for
each other in worshipping each other's boyhoods. We made the build-up very
slow. Each time either of us got anywhere near the sensation of beginning
to come the other checked their sucking or licking, or stopped completely.
Somehow we sensed each other's rhythm and gradually built up a pattern of
raising the sexual temperature then reducing it to such an extent that I
knew when I finally came I would have the most stupendous orgasm ever.
We rolled around slightly to make sure we were warm. This meant sometimes
I was over his body and at other times he was arched over me. Most of the
time we were side by side, slowly sucking and laving each other's more and
more sensitive shafts, at the same time feeling each other's bodies,
caressing legs, thighs, stomachs, nipples in a continuous dance of
pleasure. At last Simon held my stiff cock away from my mouth.
"Please, Flip," he said very quietly, "I want us to try to come together.
Let's do it carefully. I know you're almost there, your balls are
beginning to draw up."
I felt for his balls and sucked on his tool a little harder. He let out a
moan and my prick went deeper into his mouth and his sac began to contract
more. I finally had to let myself go and felt the jolts in my loins as the
spasms began. My cock was now jammed right into his mouth so I took a deep
breath, forced my head back, and took his whole length into my throat. I
choked a little but, immediately, his prick swelled even more in my mouth
and spurt after spurt of his lovely boycream poured into my throat and then
into my mouth. My spasms matched his. I felt him suck in synchrony with
each of my oh-so-mighty squirts.
We lay, breathing in gasps and gulps, still holding each other in our
mouths. At a signal from Simon we met again mouth to mouth and tongued and
kissed until all our residual spunk was combined. Simon was crying openly
when we finally disengaged our mouths.
"You cried before because you were so happy. I'm crying now because I am
too. You've made my stay here bearable. I can't wait until I see Richard
next week to tell him how much you've help me cope. I love you very
deeply, Flip, please believe me, but my love for Richard is even more."
I didn't say anything. I had experienced such great love there was nothing
to say. We laid silently together for another minute or so until Simon
moved over and gently almost lifted me into bed. He arranged more logs on
the fire, got into bed again and we both slept soundly until woken by Paul
at nearly nine o'clock.
4D: New Year's Eve 1996
"Come on you two! Wakey-wakey!" he called out in imitation of the usual
rousing call we got each day from Simon. "Busy day, breakfast is ready and
we've got to prepare for the party tonight. So, get yourselves up and
cleaned up."
He gave both of us - or at least the mounds in the bed - hearty thwacks and
departed laughing.
God, we were sticky and smelly. Paul must have known something had gone on
because of his remark and also because he'd chucked the towel we'd lain on
by the fire onto the bed.
I leaned over Simon and kissed his eyes again.
"I want to be with my Tom like you want to be with Richard," I whispered.
"I thought you did. But you and Ghazi will be friends as well, won't you?"
I said we were good friends already and I told him we had been more than
friendly. He laughed and said it was to be expected but we had to be
careful. He said he'd had several encounters of the same sort as he grew
up in the school but for the past two years he and Richard had been
exclusively for each other. He said he had missed him so much this last
term. I was rather bold because I asked him as he shared with Robbie
MacPherson did they have sex together. He said Robbie and he had when in
the lower forms but, he whispered this, we only make our own bed-springs
squeak every night now like you lot do!
I was rather surprised. How did he know about our dorm? I asked him and
he laughed again.
"I knew Paul was a bit worried about Hamed and Ghazi to begin with and I
just asked him straight out if they wanked in bed like the rest of you. I
was guessing you all did because when I was in that dorm we all did. Poor
old Paul went all shades of red and stuttered and stumbled until I told
him, as he knew with two older brothers, that all boys do it. Later, after
your confrontation with Hamed, he told me there was a nightly routine which
all joined in. In fact...," here he dug me in the ribs, "...he said you'd
shot him in the dark! So I knew all about you, and your habits, a long
time ago, you horny toad!!"
"Bloody horny toad yourself!" I retorted and tried to wrestle him out of
bed. He was too strong for me so we ended up entwined again, giggling and
grunting.
I felt so at ease with Simon. He was the older brother I had never had.
We got up and washed and dressed, in our Highland day gear, and went down
to breakfast where Clyde was holding forth, pulling McJazz's leg about
something or other, with Hammerhead laughing at his cousin's bewilderment.
Simon started to josh Clyde who, as usual, took it all in good part. I was
so glad to be in their company.
Plans were made to show me some of the estate in the morning, then, after
lunch, we were to get things organised as there was to be quite a big
Hogmanay party in the evening with about sixty guests from the estate and
neighbours. All the boys were roped in as honorary waiters and told to
keep guests glasses replenished and help serve the buffet after the
dancing. Then at midnight the big toast for the New Year would be made and
all would go home.
As Simon and I were up in our room getting ourselves ready for the evening
there was a knock on the door. It was Clyde. He apologised for
interrupting and came in bearing two parcels. One he handed to me and the
other to Simon. He said mine was for Christmas and Simon's for his
birthday. We both said he shouldn't have bought us anything but he just
sighed and said we should open them as they weren't goddam going back.
The presents were a beautiful tailored white dress shirt each. They must
have cost a bomb. All Clyde would say, when we thanked him profusely, was
that his daddy had told him to get them for us and all the others had them
as well. It's amazing what an oil well in the back garden can buy!
The six of us did look smart and, even after doing a very hectic eightsome
reel, I think I still looked presentable. Both Simon and I had remembered
to put underpants on before going down as the twisting and turning was
quite energetic and I noticed Simon's kilt once swirling up quite high as
he executed a particularly spirited turn with his partner.
However, all evening I was exercised by the fact I hadn't known it was
going to be Simon's eighteenth and I hadn't got him a present. Then I had
an idea. We'd had such intense sex the night before there was only one
thing for me to give him.
I made sure during the evening that I cleared myself out as much as
possible. I was all prepared as I also knew there was some Vaseline in the
bathroom cabinet. Midnight came. Toasts were drunk to the New Year and
also to Simon. He was now a man! The guests departed and we boys helped
to clear away some of the things around but were finally shooed off to bed
by Mrs Campbell who said all the rest could wait until morning.
Simon and I had plenty to discuss as we prepared for bed. We'd had a
lovely evening and there were lots of incidents to recall. He stoked up
the fire with logs and we were in bed.
I waited a few moments before I rolled over to him and put my arms round
his shoulders.
"Happy birthday, Simon," I said, "I wanted to give you a present but I
haven't bought you one."
"Don't worry, Flip, just being here with you is enough of a present."
"I have got a present, though...," I paused, as really I didn't know quite
how to word it, "...I want you to have more than even last night. I want
to give you me, properly. ....Would you fuck me?"
Simon put his arms round me and held me tight as well. His chest began to
heave and I knew he was sobbing.
"Please, Simon, I want you to have the best tonight. I'll give you
anything you want."
"Oh, Flip," he said after a moment or two, "That's really beautiful. But,
no, I've promised Richard that we will have that together as both our first
times. We haven't done that yet and we vowed we would wait until both of
us were over eighteen and then we could consummate our love for each
other." He paused. "Please, Flip, it's not that I don't want you in that
way, it's a promise I've made and I must keep."
He moved his head down and we kissed. Gently, passionately, lovingly. I
respected his desire to be faithful and we lay in each other's arms for a
long time.
I spoke at last. "But that doesn't mean we can't do other things, does
it?"
"No, we both want that but it will be between good friends, not as between
committed lovers, you see that, don't you?"
I saw that and I knew that he, like Ghazi, like Michael, was someone I
could have great pleasure with and share part of me without commitment. I
still had to find out how Tom really felt. I knew in my heart of hearts
that, perhaps, one day he and I could have the same commitment as Simon and
Richard, if he were willing.
Very gently we began to caress each other and soon we were ready to begin a
night of intense love-making. We licked and nipped at each other's lips,
chins, necks, pecs and nipples, gradually moving down to the greatest prize
of all. Last night I had held Simon's boymeat in my mouth. Tonight it
would be his manmeat now he was eighteen!
We were so in tune with each other, even after only those encounters last
night, that both our two climaxes of the night occurred almost together and
we didn't finally settle to sleep until well after three o'clock.
4E: New Year's Day 1997:
It was Paul and Ghazi who woke us in the morning! The bedclothes were
roughly pulled off us and our two naked bodies, still wreathed together,
arms around each other, were belaboured with hastily grabbed pillows.
"God, it smells like a Scottish weightlifter's jockstrap in here!" sang out
Paul in imitation of Simon's morning call earlier in the term. Then both
of them sang out, "Happy Birthday to You, dear Simon, Happy Birthday to
You!!"
I woke suddenly and saw the two boys, just wearing tee shirts and pairs of
Clyde's French briefs and disengaged myself from Simon's grasp. Simon put
out an arm and grabbed Paul who was pulled over onto the bed. Not to be
outdone I, drawing on strengths I didn't know I had having just been jolted
awake, grabbed Ghazi. I rolled him onto the bed and locked my legs around
his knees. I pulled his tee shirt right up and somehow dragged down his
briefs exposing his tawny-skinned bum and slapped him twice and then
tickled him. It sounded as if Paul was getting the same treatment.
"Hey, Flip!" called out Simon as Ghazi turned over in an effort to get
away, "It's looks if you have a fine Arab stallion there!"
Ghazi gave a great squeal of delight and dissolved into even more giggles.
His cock was fully erect. I took a look at Paul who was equally rampant
and guffawing madly as Simon played scales up and down his ribs.
"Your prisoner looks as if he's got a good half-pound of haggis standing
there ready for the pot!" I called out.
"I think they need more punishment," Simon said, giving Paul a massive
tickling.
We were all laughing so much by now, with both lads squirming in our
clutches, their briefs down near their ankles and tee shirts up around
their necks. We were winning as, being naked, we had no encumbrances. As
I moved my hand down Ghazi's stomach, making him wriggle and writhe, my
fingers brushed his naked knob. His prick twitched visibly. Oh well, in
for a penny in for a pound! I caught hold of his steel-hard shaft between
two fingers and a thumb and began to wank him. Simon saw my actions and
without more ado Paul was in the same position and his cock was being
expertly manipulated..
Ghazi came first, spitting out a considerable amount of fairly clear
boycream. Paul took longer but produced five healthy squirts of more
creamy spunk. They were both gasping and had manifestly thoroughly enjoyed
what had happened.
Not to be outdone Paul announced it was now our turn and reached out across
Simon and caught hold of my tool, which, surprise, surprise was already a
ramrod. We exchanged places and all watched as Paul tossed me off and,
simultaneously, Ghazi did the same to Simon.
Big-mouth Paul called out, "Watch out, Ghazi, keep your head down. Flip
nearly had my eye out firing that thing off the first week of term!"
I didn't quite shoot as far as that momentous occasion but even after
coming twice during the night I wasn't disappointed with my showing. Oh
God, but my cock was really sore now, Paul was nothing if not energetic!
Four boys mopped themselves with the towel which Simon had strategically
placed between us the night before. It was certainly getting a lot of use!
"What's the bloody time?" asked Simon as we settled down, all laughter and
merriment subsiding, "We'd better get a move on or we'll miss breakfast."
The two lads cackled.
"It's only half-past seven," chortled Paul.
"You little buggers had this all planned, eh?" said Simon, "Who's idea was
it anyway? I don't think it was Ghazi's so it must have been your's," He
turned to Simon and waved a fist at him, "The Incredible Hulk!"
Paul just grinned and Ghazi let out another chuckle.
"And, if you planned this, what's happened to Twiggy and Hammo?" Simon
asked.
Clyde had been nicknamed 'Twiggy' after he'd announced he'd lost twenty
pounds this term.
"Oh, they were still asleep when we looked in on them," said Ghazi, "So we
thought you would like an early morning call. And, anyway, it's your
birthday."
"And?" asked Simon.
Ghazi giggled. "We wondered how you had been getting on." He had a most
mischievous grin on his face. "You seem to have been getting on very
well."
He leaned over Simon.
"Happy birthday, Simon," he said, and planted a big kiss right on Simon's
lips.
Simon wasn't a bit disconcerted but just put his arms round Ghazi and
kissed him back.
"My turn now," said macho Paul and proceeded to give Simon a great smacker.
Not to be outdone I pushed him aside and landed on Simon's lips with gusto,
forcing them apart and inserting my ferret-like tongue.
This started off a round of laughing again and a general attack on Simon
who was deluged with hands, lips, arms and legs as three young lads kissed,
licked, slavered over, pummelled and massaged all known and unknown parts
of him. He was in hysterics, trying to ward us off but failing.
"Please, please," he was gasping, "I can't stand it."
"Bloody hell," said Paul, "You're standing again!"
With that Ghazi was straight down on Simon's erect cock and most of it
disappeared into his mouth. I knew immediately how Paul and he had been
spending their time in bed! I wasn't going to be left out. I scooted up
the bed and dragged Paul with me. We settled with my back against the
headrest and Paul sitting between my legs. As we watched Ghazi and Simon I
wanked Paul's thick young prick until, with a great gasp from him, a
fountain of pearly spunk jetted up from the end.
"You certainly don't dribble, Paul" I whispered and licked just below his
right ear. He shuddered and turned and our lips brushed. We then watched
the others again while I rubbed Paul's spunk into his torso.
Simon came again with a great cry of relief and Ghazi leaned up and pressed
his lips on each of us so Paul and I had a drop of Simon to taste before
Ghazi and Simon kissed fervently. We all hugged Simon and then settled
down to about fifteen minutes of quietly hugging each other in a heap on
the bed.
"That's the best birthday treat I've ever had," Simon said, when we
mutually decided we'd better get a shift on and get ourselves up and about.
"Not finished yet," said Paul enigmatically.
As far as I knew nothing was said by any of us to the other two about our
exploits but we had a super day together with Mr Campbell taking the six of
us out in his Range Rover during the afternoon. This was a ploy to keep
Simon, especially, out of the way as, when we returned, Paul instructed us
to dress up as we had the night before as there was going to be a formal
dinner.
Gosh, it was too. The piper from the night before played as we
ceremoniously entered the Great Hall where the dinner table had been laid.
It was announced it was for Simon's eighteenth birthday and I have never
seen anyone so overcome. He led Mrs Campbell in followed by Hamed and
Clyde, Ghazi and me, and finally by Mr Campbell and Paul. The dinner was
superb. I had never seen a haunch of venison before, which was brought in
by Mr Campbell's kilted ghillie on a huge charger. I think even Clyde was
overwhelmed by the sight of so much food and I felt so full and stuffed I
could hardly move after the final wonderful syllabub was downed followed by
toasts to the birthday boy and the success of the rest of us.
Poor Simon, he was so drunk that night, so that after staggering up to our
room, I had to help him undress and roll him into bed. Neither of us were
actually in a fit state to indulge in any celebratory sexual activity. I
just slept and slept and slept. I finally lurched out of bed at about
eleven the next morning with Simon still peacefully snoring away. Golly,
it was almost the only time since I'd started that I hadn't shot a load the
night before!
We all sat around that day playing Monopoly, or billiards and table tennis
for the more energetic, not venturing out. For one thing there had been a
tremendous downfall of snow the night before, but all of us were also
feeling the effects of Simon's birthday dinner. He was bleary-eyed and
comatose for the best part of the day fending off all Clyde's solicitous
remarks and offers of pick-me-ups and back-massages with a weary, or even
wary, air of resignation.
4F: Ghazi Again:
I knew Simon was going off to Edinburgh on Friday to stay with Richard and
I wouldn't be seeing him again until school started the next week. So I
thought I would be bunking down alone. Then it was announced that Paul's
elder brother, Roddy, was having a weekend's leave so on Friday morning I
was to move out of Roddy's room and into the room with Ghazi so Paul could
share with his brother.
On Friday morning as I was about to get out of bed Simon put an arm out and
drew me back.
"I'm sorry I've got to go but I really want to see my Richard...." he
paused a moment, "...Flip, you know we can't do this sort of thing back at
school, don't you? Big trouble otherwise, eh?"
I said I knew that. I said I had treasured every moment being with him and
also with the others. I knew that none of us would be daft enough to
jeopardize our school careers by doing anything stupid. He smiled and said
he knew that too. We gave each other a peck on the cheek and nothing more
was said.
After breakfast I moved my stuff into the room Ghazi and Paul had shared
and later in the morning we all said cheerio to Simon as Mr Campbell was
driving him to the station and picking up Roddy.
The others had all met Roddy over Christmas so I didn't really know what to
expect. I knew he had recently been promoted as a captain in a Highland
Regiment and he seemed to commute between Scotland and England most of the
time. He turned out to be just an older version of Paul. They looked
amazingly alike even though he was nearly eleven years older. It was
patently obvious that Paul idolised him even though Paul was referred to
frequently as The Afterthought, The Accident and even as Parental Error. I
had also been told that the eldest brother, Walter the banker (or Walter
the Wanker, as his youngest brother generally referred to him), was just
like Roddy but was busy in London making lots of money and had stayed with
his fiancee's family over Christmas and New Year. Paul's comment was that
he was too busy shagging her and the bank's customers to bother coming
home!
Roddy was bubbly, where Paul was quieter, and kept us all amused. He and
Clyde were having a slanging match within minutes of meeting up again.
Hamed and Ghazi were pleased to see him too. It transpired that when Roddy
had been at Sandhurst for officer training two of Hamed and Ghazi's
relatives had been there as well. Not only that but he and Walter had been
at the school when the young man who had shepherded the boys to the school,
Charles Parsons we learned, had been Head Boy, followed the next year by
Walter then by Roddy two years later. Roddy was such a character that even
I wasn't offended when he referred to me loudly as the ginger-haired food
monster after I'd stuffed myself to capacity at dinner that first evening.
If Simon and I had thought we had enough sex each night then Ghazi and Tom
would have made good companions, as they were both gluttons. Ghazi told me
quite proudly that Paul had begged him to tone down his demands to be
wanked off so much. I quickly found the best way to keep Ghazi's sexual
urges in some check was to suck him off twice in quick succession before I
allowed him to put his mouth on my own eager shaft. That meant at least
from Saturday night I did manage to get about six hours of sleep each night
before I was being nudged awake by a hard prick in the back or belly
depending on which way I was lying. It sounds as if I was complaining. I
wasn't. We enjoyed each others bodies completely and the feel of his
lovely, hot, circumcised cock in my mouth with his throaty moans as he
approached that moment where time stands still was utter bliss.
I asked if he and Paul had been in to wake Hamed and Clyde in the same way
as they had raided us. Ghazi sniggered and said that they hadn't as Hamed
had told him they were not to be disturbed as his friend Clyde was stabbing
him with his dagger whenever possible. A new light on Clyde! He was
fucking Hamed at every opportunity and Hamed was loving it! What a change
from the lad who had been so miserable and surly those first few days.
Having got to know Hamed better this holiday I really liked him now.
4G: Easter Term 1997:
Sadly, the holiday came to end. Mr Campbell took us back to school, all
five of us quiet in the Range Rover. We thanked him profusely as we got
out and he said he'd had the happiest and merriest time for years and we
were welcome whenever. He disappeared off with Mr McCrae, for a wee dram
for the road, and we lugged our bags up to the dorm accompanied by Simon
who looked very happy and sure of himself.
Fergie and Little Dick hadn't arrived back but as soon as they appeared
there was a general telling of everyone's stories - of course, minus the
sex! That was difficult. We five had all been quite uninhibited but now
we were in a situation where any sign of extra-curricular activity would
incur penalties. I wondered how Clyde and Hamed would get on with the
taboo? I must admit that Ghazi and I usually managed one encounter almost
every week during that term.
Paul asked if he could join in with Simon's weights sessions. I think he
had seen how both Ghazi and I had developed over the previous term. He was
quite chunky and wanted to firm himself up he said. So, he joined in and
had to be restrained almost every session from doing too much.
It was after a session in the second week of term when Paul and Ghazi had
wandered off back to the dorm leaving me with Simon that he, very quietly,
said he and Richard had had a wonderful long weekend and that he had had
final confirmation that he had a place at medical school also. I looked at
him and he had a radiant smile on his face.
"We made proper love," he whispered, "We wanted each other all the time."
He leaned over and kissed my forehead.
"That was from Richard, you'll meet him one day."
No more was said. But I had made two decisions for my future which I had
to ponder.
Hamed, after discussion with Roddy, had decided to try for Officer Training
School as Paul was going to once he was ready to leave school after
Highers. This meant he joined the school Combined Cadet Force, a companion
for Fergie and Paul who were already members. Instead of just two
bootnecks stomping about the dorm in their regulation footwear, khaki
uniforms or combat gear, twice a week and most Saturday afternoons, there
were now three. I had been asked if I wanted to join during my first week
at the school but visions of square- bashing, rifle-drill and bivouacking
made me shudder and I refused, politely.
Still, our three intrepid young soldiers kept us amused with their tales of
mock heroism against imaginary enemies and their insistence that each of
them would be the smartest on parade. Ghazi, Little Dick and I were often
roped in for boot polishing, kit inspections and general tidying with Clyde
making snide comments, usually about how that goddam George was kicked out
of God's own country. He did shut up momentarily when Paul announced he'd
been chosen as a good target for bayonet practice as even Fergie, who was
renowned for his general ineptitude with a rifle, could hardly miss such an
object!
4H: Easter 1997:
So a second term went and ended. Hamed and Clyde were going back to Linnhe
Castle with Paul for the Easter holiday. I 'phoned Aunt Margaret and Ghazi
was invited to spend the holiday with me. He was overjoyed. He was very
fond of his cousin but had been under his influence and in his company for
a number of years and I realised he wanted a break. I did wonder how he
and Tom would get on but Ghazi was such a friendly soul I couldn't foresee
any difficulties.
There were no difficulties because after about half an hour of hesitation
they then got on like a house on fire. We showed Ghazi the countryside we
loved so much and the three kilted warriors tramped for miles as Ghazi was
determined to be as like us as possible. This drew several double-takes
when we met tourists on our hikes. Dark-skinned Scotsmen are a rarity but
then, Ghazi was an honorary Campbell!
Tom had asked me very confidentially the very first day if Ghazi and I did
it together. I confirmed we did and it was on the second day, after Tom
had committed some outrageous act according to my reckoning, that I upended
him and gave Ghazi a good view of his developing genitalia. Within minutes
we had located a useful sheltered place in a stand of trees and Tom was
fisting Ghazi's cock as if they'd been doing it together since the onset of
adolescence.
Tom had reached the advanced age of fifteen during the previous term on
January the twenty- eighth. Both Ghazi and I passed that landmark during
the holiday. Tom decided that our prowess and stamina especially should be
put to the test as he had boasted he'd celebrated that day with seven wanks
in twenty-four hours. My birthday came first and on that Saturday I was
held down and wanked twice by each of them between half-past nine and
twelve o'clock. I almost screamed for mercy when they made me come twice
more, once each, that afternoon. My cock was so red and sore after Tom
had, on my sixth and last bout, wanked me continuously for almost twenty
minutes before I had the most stupendous climax and almost passed out. I
think Ghazi was a bit worried as I lay twitching for well over a minute
before I felt I could move naturally. I moaned a bit about their treatment
but I was secretly very proud I had accomplished that personal record. All
I could do in bed that night was to give Ghazi my usual careful suck on his
lovely boycock - my prick was so sensitive I couldn't bear any touch on it
more than the minimum when I had a pee. I was determined in three days
time that Ghazi would be put to the ordeal!
We spent that day holed up in an old barn as the weather was squally.
Ghazi was stripped at a quarter to ten and we held him down for the next
five hours - except for a break for some lunch when he laughingly tried to
escape our clutches - gently wanking him almost continuously. His cries
for mercy were really pitiful by three o'clock in the afternoon but we two
hard-hearted torturers managed to milk a last few drops of his remaining
boycream on his sixth occasion as his face set in open-mouthed contortion
and the muscles of his torso and legs went into spasms. I'd noticed that
as time went on his balls were drawn up more and more tightly against the
base of his cock, in fact on that last occasion, one disappeared inside
him. I panicked slightly but pushed down on his groin and it popped out
again.
When he'd recovered he explained that one of his bollocks often disappeared
when he had a wank in bed until he pressed on his groin and that Hamed had
a scar on the left side of his cock where one of his balls had to be found
by an operation in hospital when he was a little boy because it hadn't
descended. One lives and learns as Tom said he'd had to have exactly the
same operation when he was four.
His descended two balls were put to the test the next day. Ghazi told me
in bed that night, after I'd sucked a good load of boycream out of his now
recovered rod, that we should see just how many times Tom really could
come. If we could manage six in about six hours we would try him for
eight. But how to make sure he wouldn't or couldn't escape. I'd noted
that the barn had several rings and stanchions where cattle must have been
tethered in the past. We found some old pieces of rope in Aunt Margaret's
shed the next morning which we stowed away in our haversacks.
Tom was in for a big surprise. So were we. In fact, we didn't need our
ropes. Tom, manfully, or boyfully, allowed us to bring him to eight
climaxes by four o'clock even if he produced no sign of any spunk on the
last three. The last two took nearly half an hour each of very slow,
gentle movements with a sudden acceleration to a flashing fist as we sensed
he was near his pinnacle. We congratulated him on his prowess and potency.
He just said it was an example of good Scots brawn but that statement got
him worried as we held him down again and threatened him with wanks nine
and ten for boastfulness. The only result seemed to be that he was so
tired out he could hardly walk the last mile home and said he would have to
make some excuse to go to bed early.
"Och, juist tell ya mither you're awa fuir a wee wank," said Ghazi, in
imitation of Tom's accent and skipped out of the way as Tom, very wearily,
lunged at him laughing.
Again, sadly, the holiday had to end. We three had enjoyed each other's
company so much. Both being shorter than me I was picked on at every
opportunity for any sort of prank they devised.. We had also sat for hours
swapping stories when we weren't exploring the countryside. Tom was highly
amused at Ghazi's version of waking Simon and me and his stories of how he
and his wank-buddy at school managed to evade detection were very funny.
My only regret about the holiday was that I had to share Tom. But, I knew
we were the best of friends and I grew to love him more each day I was with
him and Ghazi. I loved Ghazi too and he and I were like twins. We even
thought alike and foresaw each other's needs and wants. I hoped that our
friendships would never end.
4I: Back to School: Summer 1997:
Summer Term started with a mad rush. Final decisions had to be made about
the subjects to be sat for the next year's exams. I was lucky, I was
placed in the top set and was told I had to take the maximum number,
concentrating on the science side, which I was very pleased about. Clyde
was also in my group and we worked together quite a bit. As Paul, Fergie
and Hamed all wanted entry later to Officer Training they were also on the
science side but in a different set. Ghazi was determined on a business
career so opted for more IT and was the only one of us who said they wanted
to do Economics. Little Dick bowled along quite happily in his remedial
classes until in the third week of term disaster struck.
Paul had been Little Dick's mentor and guardian ever since they had joined
the Prep School where Little Dick had been found to have learning
difficulties. They were good friends and Little Dick relied on Paul for
all sorts of advice and help. Both Fergie and I also helped him with his
work. Fergie was very good with his English and I found I could explain
about the simple maths he had to do quite competently. Not being unkind,
but Little Dick was like a young puppy, he was vulnerable and depended on
us to help him and keep him going. I did find out by accident that he was
quite good at music and could play the piano very well as his grandfather
had started him on that to occupy him when his parents had realised he was
a slow learner. In fact, Nelson the organist, was now teaching him with
the help of Dr Baines the school music master. I had been trying to find
my way round part of Big School one day when I came upon a suite of
practice rooms and heard someone playing. It was Little Dick and he
sounded quite good. I didn't disturb him but I felt that at least he could
do something well.
On that Wednesday morning I was woken up around four o'clock by Paul gently
tapping my arm.
"Flip, I need your help," he whispered, "Dick's had an accident so would
you look after him while I clear up?"
Rather groggily I came to and realised Little Dick was standing by his bed
sobbing. I quickly got out and realised the accident was that he had
wetted his bed. I thought the best thing to do was to get him into the
heads, at least he would be cleaner after a shower. I put my arm round
him, grabbed a towel from my locker and lead him down between the beds
where the others were all fast asleep. Very quietly I got him into the
heads and under a shower. He was quite distraught and kept whispering,
'Sorry, sorry'. He was so upset he couldn't help pissing again and this
went over my leg. This made him even more distressed so I got under the
shower with him and washed us both as best I could. When we got out I
began towelling him down and he was more composed. Paul came through with
his wet sheet and dumped it in the dirty bed clothes basket.
"It's OK, Flip, I've made his bed up again."
He went out and as soon as I finished drying us both we went through to the
dorm. Poor Dick was shivering by now so, without thinking, I opened my bed
and made him lie down and then got in with him. Poor lad, he just clung
round my neck but, gradually, as he warmed up and relaxed, he stopped
shivering and we both fell asleep again. Paul woke us just before seven
o'clock and made Dick get into his own bed.
After breakfast I asked Paul what had caused the occurrence and he said he
didn't know but it must have been a major upset as Little Dick had been
accident free for well over a year. He thanked me for looking after him
and said he understood why I'd taken him into my bed but it was probably
best not to tell the others.
The next night the same thing happened again. This time after Dick had had
his shower he got into my bed immediately and cuddled me very closely. It
wasn't sexual it was just sheer comfort and relief. I was reminded of the
time when my little brother Stuart at about age six had been frightened by
a thunderstorm and had scuttled panic-stricken into my room and into my bed
and clung to me like grim death. I stroked Dick's back and whispered that
Paul and I would look after him and again he went to sleep.
The next night there wasn't an accident but after Paul had roused him as
usual about three a.m. to go for a pee he made a bee-line for my bed on his
return and attached himself to my sleeping form. I was awoken as he
nuzzled my neck and stroked my back and then he clung to me like a limpet.
Paul had realised what he'd done but, wisely, didn't attempt to move him.
I woke up again at about six o'clock with my usual morning hardon and
Little Dick's rod, also hard, was pressed against my belly.
He stirred and whispered, still half asleep, in an almost childlike voice
"You've got a big thing, it's bigger than mine, but it's not as big as
Nelson's and he makes lots of white stuff, do you?"
I didn't bother to answer as he was straightaway fast asleep again but I
had a good idea of how he'd spent some time in the holidays with Nelson the
organist, practising with his organ!
4J: Reprisals:
Paul and I had a council of war that afternoon when we finished our workout
session. Ghazi was there so we explained what had happened and he was most
sympathetic because he said he'd done the same when he was quite young.
Paul had already come to the conclusion that Little Dick was being bullied
but Little Dick wouldn't say who it was when he asked him. Paul thought it
might be a lad named Jeremy Crowley who was in Prosser's House in the next
year up from us. He said he was a well-known bully to others in that House
and went around with two side-kicks but he was the one who instigated and
carried out any outrages. The prefects in that House were a weak lot
according to Paul so he got away with a lot. Paul said no fucker was going
to mess with Little Dick and Ghazi and I agreed.
On Saturday afternoon Paul cornered us and said he had proof that it had
been this Jeremy person because he'd been told by one boy that he'd heard
Crowley boasting how he'd reduced Little Dick to tears by taunting him
about his friendship with Nelson. Another lad had also told Paul he'd
heard Crowley, who was with his pals, asking Little Dick whether he liked
sitting on a big black fuckstick and when Little Dick had said he didn't
understand had laughed and asked him did he suck on it instead and had then
hit Little Dick between the legs. When he'd started crying he'd then
called him a cry-baby and did he want his Nelson to kiss his little
bollocks better. The lad who confessed all this to Paul said he'd also
been on the receiving end of Crowley's bullying tactics but was truly
scared to say anything.
Paul was so angry both Ghazi and I had to stop him from confronting Crowley
directly. As he was a year older he was bigger than Paul and was generally
in the company of his two buddies who I realised were the two who had made
comments about Little Dick at the rugger match. It was probably their
complaints to Crowley about my interference in their type of fun which
triggered the little campaign against Dick.
A way to get at Crowley had to be concocted and it came with military
precision from Paul. He asked if Ghazi and I would be willing to help him
because we could get into a lot of trouble if it back-fired on us. That
evening he said he'd found out that Crowley was also tolerated because he
was a good long-distance runner. He always went for a long run passing
through the woods at one end of the school estate. He always ran alone so
we would have an opportunity to get him by himself.
Paul explained that we would try to scare him by dressing up in CCF combat
gear with balaclava helmets over our heads so he wouldn't know who we were.
He had even thought of getting gloves for Ghazi so his browner hands than
ours wouldn't be recognised. Being boys, this piece of skulduggery, with a
good purpose, appealed to both of us and we readily agreed.
Paul said he would make all the arrangements as he was assistant to the
supply NCO and could easily get clothing for us. We were also helped as
Simon was going to be elsewhere on Monday afternoon so we could pretend we
were also going for a run.
Paul was so well organised because before lunch on Monday he took three
sets of combat jackets and trousers, balaclavas and gloves plus some rope,
and hid the stuff well into the woods near the path he knew Crowley would
take. After lunch, three runners, clad in singlets, shorts and trainers
loped off on a circuitous route and ended up beside the pile of gear. They
were well disguised when the steady thump of Crowley's feet told them of
his approach. Three hooded figures stepped out in front of him. A look of
horror on his face was the first good thing. He was grabbed and quite
expertly stripped of his shorts and jockstrap and was gagged by his
jockstrap in his mouth held there by a strip of cloth which Paul had
somehow acquired. He was so scared, the fright had made his cock shrink to
a small stub and his balls were clamped tight against it's base. Ghazi
picked up the discarded shorts and put them over his head, so effectively
blindfolding him as well. He was soon trussed up and was finally tied,
hands above his head to a branch jutting out across the path. Next, Ghazi
pushed his singlet up to his neck so his torso was fully exposed, then took
out a black marker pen and wrote in large letters on Crowley's chest and
stomach, 'I AM A BULLY' As a final indignity he liberally coated the stub
of penis with black ink. It was all I could do to stop myself commenting
on the smallness of that black fuckstick.
All this was done without a word or any sign of who the perpetrators were.
Crowley was so shit-scared that was exactly what happened. As Ghazi
finished anointing his foreskin and stepped away so Crowley's bowels opened
and his bladder emptied and we rushed off to escape the stench and mess.
We stripped off our disguises some distance away and Paul put all the gear
into a haversack and we loped back, again by a circuitous route to the
shelter of the garage where we proceeded to have a workout as if nothing
had happened. I did remark to Ghazi to remind me never to cross him as the
shorts over the head and the decoration were unplanned and purely his idea
and execution.
We heard at tea the next day that Crowley had said he'd been attacked and
kidnapped by Scottish Nationalist terrorists who were planning to attack
the school. This rumour was rapidly scotched (no pun intended!) by Robbie
Macpherson, who was being treated for a cut on his foot by Matron in Sick
Bay when Crowley's two henchmen arrived with Crowley in tow. Alarmed
because of his non-arrival for tea they, good mates that they were, had set
out to look for him and found the gibbering wreck, shit-stained and
piss-stained, still tied to the branch, and had insisted he should go to
the Sick Bay immediately after they'd tried, unsuccessfully, to erase the
damning words on his torso.
Matron, on seeing him, had immediately assessed the situation and dismissed
his sidekicks. She then had added insult to injury by asking, after seeing
his cock peeping from the leg of his now restored running shorts, if he had
some sexual problem which necessitated him in colouring his penis and,
also, if he was insistent that the Scots Nationalists were after him or the
school should she inform the police. Robbie said Crowley nearly shat
himself again and begged Matron not to do anything. Both Robbie and Matron
had the greatest difficulty in keeping straight faces and Matron had
insisted she finished with Robbie first who had a grandstand view of the
stinking, decorated oaf as he stood there shaking.
Paul, Ghazi and I didn't even look at each other and Little Dick stood
almost open-mouthed while Robbie was regaling us with the tale. In fact,
we said nothing at all and although there was speculation there was no
enquiry or follow-up. Little Dick never had an accident after that.
4K: End of my First Year: July 1997:
My first year at Kinloch School ended just after Sports Day where I managed
to come in fourth in the 400 metres and won the shot putt for my age group.
Next year was going to be very busy as we would be taking our Standard
Grade exams in preparation for going on into the Sixth Form.
On the last day of term I returned to the dorm to check I'd packed
everything and found a parcel on my bed. Curious, all my stuff was in my
bags! I opened it and found the pair of green running shorts and the
jock-strap which Simon was wearing the day I'd first met him. There was a
message inside the package: 'I know you had your eye on these. Wear them
for me. Si'.
To be continued:
Other stories you might be interested to read are:
Spying on My Brothers: Incest Section: May 2000
Easter Rugger Tours and after: H/S Section: Jun 2000
Jordan's Story: H/S Section: July 2000
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