Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 18:14:00 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad123@hotmail.com>
Subject: Flip's Tale:  Chapter 6  Second Part:  6E - 6H

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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 final
episode.  Bless you all.


				Flip's Tale

				Chapter 6b

		    6E:   Easter at Linnhe Castle: 2000

Ghazi and Tom were ready for me to drive them to Linnhe at half past nine
on Maundy Thursday.  Both Aunt Margaret and Tom's mum had told us to behave
ourselves.
  What cheek!  Both Tom and I had said it was Ghazi they had to tell to
behave as we were certain he'd come back with half the Castle's silver.  I
got a real prod in the kidney region from him for saying that.  Anyway, the
pair of them kept up a moaning commentary on my driving from the comfort of
the back seats of my car.  I told them to keep their hands off each other
and was rewarded by seeing in the driving mirror two kilts being lifted and
two dongs being waved at me.

As usual we were met by the pack of dogs and then Paul and Clyde appeared.
Clyde was in his usual ebullient mood and volunteered to show us our rooms.
I think the main reason was to see Ghazi's response when he found he was
bunking in with Pete the perpetual pearly passion potion producer.  In
fact, Pete was sitting on the bed reading a book when we all went in with
Ghazi and his travelling bag.  Pete looked up and blushed a bit.  He looked
most delectable.

"Hi, Pete," said Clyde, "Your goddam room-mate appeareth!"  He turned to
us.
  "I have been helping Pete with his goddam Shakespeare and his Latin for
the goddam exams next term and he is quite familiar with his goddam set
books now as well." Clyde looked at us sternly.  "I hope you boys have
brought some goddam work to do as I don't want any slacking and goddam
failures amongst yo'all.  Forti et fideli nihil difficile! Eh, Pete?"
   Pete blushed even more.

I'd heard his peroration to the Third Year exam fodder in the House the
night before we broke up, which included some choice Latin quotations.  It
was as if any dereliction on the part of any examination candidate would
reflect back on Clyde as Head Prefect of House.  He kept everyone on the
straight and narrow as far as work was concerned and I knew that our House
was considered by the beaks to be 'academically sound'.  Also, although he
wasn't in the CCF, he inspected each member before they were allowed out
for any important parade, even casting a critical eye over Sergeant-Major
Paul Campbell himself.

Ghazi, of course, didn't know Pete was going to be at Linnhe again.  I
hadn't told him I'd seen his bags being loaded with Paul's.  Actually, he
was delighted because the pair of them got on well, even if Ghazi
complained about sexual harassment.  Tom and I left them and were shown our
room next door to theirs.  Clyde wanted to know if Ghazi had given us
anything.  Tom said about the rings, neither of us said about his cherry.

Clyde grinned.  "I knew he'd bought them for yo'all, I was with him when he
got them.  My granddaddy had them engraved for him and he wants you two
boys to come out to see us all when you've settled down."

That would be most interesting.  Perhaps next Easter, once we'd got into
the swing of things at college.  Ghazi's descriptions of the French
ex-paras who ran the gym, two couples who were intensely jealous of each
other in case anyone of them made a move on one of the others, were highly
amusing.  He said it was very 'Cage aux Folles' as a succession of aunts
and uncles of one of them visited the straight part of the health resort
and the other couple threatened all the time to 'out' the poor lad.  Ghazi
said he got on well with all of them and, when they heard of the German's
move on him, had said they could easily remove the Hun's balls for Ghazi to
hang on his bedroom wall like they use to when.....  The next bit was a bit
gruesome and even Ghazi shuddered when he told me.  I wondered if Paul and
Fergie might end up in the paras removing terrorists' ball sacs to make
delicate leather purses from?

We pottered about for the rest of the day.  Fergie turned up quite late in
the afternoon and was bunking in with Paul.  One bit of news was that
Little Dick wouldn't be arriving until Saturday and was being coming with
Nelson Chombe who was driving him up.  Apparently, Little Dick's
grandfather, the lord, had died the previous week so Little Dick was no
longer just Honourable, but had a courtesy title now.

As usual, the meal in the evening was superb.  Good plain Scottish cooking
but just the thing for hungry lads.  After a couple of drams and plenty of
chat we all went off to bed.  I admonished Ghazi to keep the noise down as
we were in the next room and didn't want to hear either he or Pete
squealing all night long.  Tom remarked that Ghazi had a Mona Lisa look on
his face when he said good night.  Tom can be a bit enigmatic himself at
times.

I was the one to do the squealing that night.  Tom wasn't rough, just
exuberant and energetic.  I was pawed, pummelled, pinched, prodded and
finally, penetrated by a perfect prong, my legs over his shoulders with him
slowly but forcefully inserting and extracting his almost seven inches of
well-lubricated priceless prick for ages and ages.  I was in my seventh
heaven, one heaven for each glorious inch!  As he massaged my prostate with
each stroke and we hugged each other close, tonguing and licking, I shot my
first load of the evening.  I shot two more loads before Tom decided his
three deposits of warm spunk within me were a sufficiency for that night.
He finally withdrew, kissed me fervently and disappeared off to the
bathroom to clean up.

I fell asleep before he returned, I was satiated and so content, and the
next thing I knew was a familiar voice whispering in my ear.  Strange, it
was Ghazi.  The bedside light was then switched on.

"Flip, move over, let me in."

A familiar body inserted itself under the bedclothes and familiar arms
clutched me.

"What the hell have you been doing.  You stink like a polecat in full
heat!"

I sniffed him.

"Speak for yourself, you pong like a randy goat.  Anyway, why are you
here?"
  I recollected the bedding arrangements.  "What have you done with Pete?"

The whispered conversation was enough to rouse Tom a bit.

"Whassup?" he grunted, "Who the fuck's blathering this time in the morning?
And why the hell is that bloody light on?"

"Morning, Tom," said Ghazi, more brightly than I felt was necessary, "I've
come to see you both and have a chat.  It's gone six o'clock anyway."

"Oh, fuck off.  You and ginger nuts here can go somewhere else and gossip.
You woke me up and I was having such a lovely dream......."

Ginger nuts, indeed!!  I rolled over onto Tom and held him down while I
shut his mouth with mine and reached down and grabbed his hefty bollocks.
I leaned up a bit.

"Wake up, you black-haired monstrosity!  You ungrateful beast.  Don't you
dare call me ginger - I'm auburn."

I gave his balls a squeeze - a gentle squeeze because I loved him so - to
emphasize my point.

One of Ghazi's giggles interrupted my chastisement of Tom.

"Shut up you two," he said, moving over to us and putting his arms round
both of us.  "Just quieten down and listen.  Come on Tom, wake up properly
and let me in the middle."

I rolled off Tom the other side of him.  Ever obedient he moved away and
Ghazi slid in between us.  I realised he was also in the buff.

"Well, what do you want, you un-Scotch twat?" Tom said, putting his arms
round Ghazi and giving him a mighty kiss.  "God, you smell like a well-used
twat, too!  What have you been doing to that poor boy?"

Ghazi giggled again and pecked Tom on the nose.

"Nothing you wouldn't want to do.  But, shut up and listen."

He wriggled around and put one arm under each of our necks.  He stroked my
face - I don't know if he did the same to Tom.

"That boy is a sex-bomb!  I thought I would wear the bastard out first by
holding him down and jacking him off twice immediately without stopping.
Gosh, didn't he squirm.  I stopped him hollering by fixing my mouth over
his.  I bet I've got scratches down my back where he tried to push me off
him.  Anyway as soon as he'd come the second time I sat on his chest and he
sucked me off while he was gasping and crying."

I turned on my side towards him.  I was rather angry with what he'd said.
"You made him cry?  You fucking raped the poor child!"

Ghazi put a reassuring hand on my arm.

"No, not that sort of crying.  He was gasping how marvellous it had been
and he wanted it again and he was getting louder so I stopped that the only
way I knew would silence him."

He giggled again.

"Poor bugger nearly choked, 'cause I had a full load ready for him!
Anyway, listen.  That kept him quiet for a few minutes and we lay and
cuddled and then he started to talk."  He snorted.  "He's besotted with you
two.  He thinks Tom's the best thing since sliced bread.  He wanted to know
if Tom liked him.  He told me all about you driving the car when you two
took him home and how you asked him all sorts of questions.  And then how
his mother said what a nice young man you were and he could just try to be
as nice.  Oh, he thinks you're marvellous and what he'd give to have a
brother or a friend like you..."

He giggled again.

  "...And as for you, Flip, you're his big red-haired Cookie Monster.  He
worships you and says all the kids in the House want you or Paul, who's
another hero.  That Jamie was ever so jealous when he told him he was
staying here and you would be here as well.  He says he thinks Jamie wanks
off thinking about you because he's heard him muttering, 'Please, Flip', in
bed.  Oh, and there's some other kid in the dorm who has a photo of you in
his locker in your rugger kit because he found it one day when he was
looking for a pair of socks he thought the kid had borrowed.  Anyway, while
he was telling me all this he kept clutching me and rubbing his sticky
prick up and down me like one of those bloody dogs and asking what it was
like to be your friend.  He got so worked up he shot another load just
doing that."

Ghazi paused.

"I'm worried about the lad.  He's got the serious hots for both of you -
and that Jamie.  He says he really loves Jamie and wants him to love him
too and what should he do to find out if Jamie loves him.  He's a real
mixed-up kid.  He's dying for you two to take him to bed and he wants Jamie
even more badly.  Give me a clue, what can I tell him?"

"And I suppose he doesn't think of you at all?" asked Tom.

"I haven't told you that bit yet.  He wanted to know if Jamie wouldn't have
him, would I!"

"That hairy-chested little urchin needs a good talking-to," said Tom.  "He
could cause a lot of people a lot of trouble if he's not careful.  He is
sixteen and I know that law is being changed soon but I think we could be
seen to be in positions of some authority or care over him.  You've got to
be careful, Jazz.  I know you've only one more term at school but if he and
Jamie don't hit it off and he starts pestering you, or auburn-nuts here, he
might start blabbing elsewhere.  And what about his tales about the others?
Fuck me, some child wanking off thinking of this hero of the First XV, eh!
You been flashing your tassel at him?  And how did that other kid get your
photo, glamour-boy?"

He prodded me and gave a low laugh.  I'd been listening to all this
quietly.
  I liked Pete very much.  He was very good-looking and I would have him in
bed in a trice.  He was very much a younger version of Tom, with a hairy
chest already according to Ghazi!  Over the past few weeks I 'd noticed Tom
was beginning to sprout some wayward black hairs along the centre of his
chest.  So far I was hairless there.  Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh....

"Oh, there's a photo club at school," I said in explanation.  "They had a
competition last term for the best sporty photo and a kid won it with a
shot of the scrums steaming during that match on that bitterly cold day I
told you about.  There were several kids taking photos that day and I know
there was one of me drop kicking the ball after a scrum."

Ghazi giggled again.  "That was the one the kid had I would guess from
Pete's description.  Said he'd paid a pound for it."

Tom took up the question of what to do again.

"I think either I or Flip should talk to him.  Perhaps together.  I know
Flip has talked to him at school but he seems to be all pent up with no
sign of release for the poor lad.  I know how much I miss Flip during the
term and it's only the thought of seeing him again which has kept me going.
I know I need sex all the time and Flip laughs about what he calls my
prowess but I can understand how this kid feels going through such a
hyperactive stage and not getting answers to all his feelings and
questions."

He leaned across Ghazi and kissed my cheek.

"What do you think?"

I knew what it was like when my hormones were first in overdrive.  Again,
only my loving friendships with Michael, then Tom and Ghazi kept me on the
straight and narrow.  I wondered if had I still been at home if I would
have craved companionship so much I would have frequented some of the
hinted at local sites where lonely boys and men found some sort of comfort.
Michael had said one day how he'd been taken short and had gone into a
public loo and while crapping a cock had appeared through a hole.  He'd
ignored it being more frightened than curious and waited ages until he
heard retreating footsteps before emerging and running home as fast as
possible.

My thoughts were interrupted by the bedroom door being opened quietly and a
head appearing round it.  It was Pete.  I beckoned to him and he came in
towards the bed rather hesitantly.  Like us he was in the nude, his
well-formed cock drooping.  He started to explain.

"I woke up and Ghazi wasn't there.  I waited 'cause I thought he was in the
lav but when he didn't come back I went and had a look to see if he was OK
and he wasn't there, then I saw the light under the door here...."

I held the bedclothes up.

"Get in here.  We'll shift up."  He hesitated a moment.  "Come on, we're
not going to rape you.  We want to talk to you."

I made him clamber over me so he lay between me and Ghazi.  Ghazi and Tom
swopped places.  I put my arm over his chest and hugged him.  He felt warm
and muscly, just as I remembered my Tom at that age.

"Look Pete," I said, "Ghazi's told us some of the things you've told him.
Now you tell us what you're worried about and we'll try to help."

I stroked his pecs and felt the roughness of his patch of newly grown chest
hair.  If I wasn't careful I would be getting a serious hardon very soon.

Pete then unburdened himself as Tom now also put an arm round him and
hugged him.  His body relaxed as he told us the usual tale of youthful
sexual repression and the thoughts he had for other boys and I knew exactly
his feelings and so did Tom.  When he'd finished I stroked his cheek.

"Look, Pete, what you've told us is exactly what has happened to us, but
we've been lucky.  Tom and I were able to tell each other how much we loved
each other a long time ago now, even before we were your age.  We've been
faithful to each other and I am telling you in confidence that we've all
had sex of some sort with others, but Tom and I know we are made for each
other.  Ghazi we both see as our brother and we love him like a brother,
we've had sex with him and he with us, just like you and he has too.  Like
you none of us have real brothers.  Paul's lucky.  He learned a lot from
Roddy and Roddy from his elder brother Walter.  So it goes on with
brothers.  We've had to learn things from friends and you have to accept
some people want more than just being a friend."

I paused and Tom took over.

"You say you love this Jamie but you don't know if he loves you.  If he
does he'll tell you all in good time.  Be kind and gentle with him.  From
what Flip has told me about him he seems very nice and he's bright, like
you.  But, don't push him.  He might be a bit hesitant to say something to
you.  You wait, see if he breaks the ice first.  If he's chosen you over
someone else to room with next year then that's a step.  He hasn't bullied
you into tossing him off, has he?"

Pete has been listening very intently to what we'd been saying and then
whispered, "No.  He always asks if I want to and I always do.  He's been
ever so kind since that bastard Reid shopped us.  He's really a stronger
person than me even if some of the others think he's a bit soft 'cause he's
blond and curly."

"Was curly," I said.  "The pair of you had pretty sharp haircuts before
that trial.  I bet his mum wondered why."

Pete grinned.  "My mum did too when she saw me but I like mine short.  He
said his mum cried when she saw him and said she was going to write to Mr
McCrae but Jamie told her it was the fashion and anyway it was better for
the CCF."

Having this lithe young creature next to me was making my hormones run.  If
he stayed much longer......  I couldn't help it but I felt round him and
was reminded of Ghazi's Arabic verse...  He certainly had a bottom like a
peach!  My dick began to stiffen.  Luckily Tom was in full flow.

"Now, Pete," he continued, "You've got important exams coming up next term.
If things get a bit difficult use those as an excuse and you can always
confide in Flip.  D'you understand?"

Pete nodded and I gave his rump a reassuring pat.

"Now, you're not to say anything about this morning.  I suggest we all lie
here for a few minutes and that will give you something to think about
until you sort young Jamie out."

Ghazi giggled.  "Come on you two, give him a bundle!"

He launched himself over Tom and arranged himself over Pete who was lying
on his side now facing Tom.  I turned on my side so my now stiff cock was
resting in the crack of his arse and moved my right hand round to his front
and gripped his also erect, thick dong.  He wriggled his butt and I
responded by wedging my cock more firmly in his virgin territory.  Tom put
his arm round Ghazi and I heard Pete kiss Tom and an instructional murmur
from him.

"No, Pete, just hold it!"

We lay quite still for several minutes.  Poor Pete, his rod was pulsing in
my grip.  I knew he wanted more.  I wanted more and I knew both Ghazi and
Tom, given one hint, would have set off a chain reaction.  But no, Ghazi
was the first to move.

"Come on Pete," he said, "We'd better get back to our own bed before nosey
Clyde gets up and starts prowling.  Don't forget you've still got that
Latin translation to do for him as well."

Slowly we extricated ourselves.  Both Tom and I gave Pete a last hug and I
noticed he'd got a little string of clear fluid hanging from his piss slit
as he turned to give us a last look.  As soon as he and Ghazi had left our
room and shut the door Tom and I kissed deeply, our hands immediately on
each other's cocks, and slowly and lovingly we jacked each other off until
two morning streams of our mancream spurted out and sealed our love for
each other.

We didn't discuss the early morning's events until much later in the day.
Poor Pete must have been distracted by all that had happened as I heard
Clyde in the library giving him a roasting over a bit of sloppy
translation.

"Nunc sunt crura pilis et sunt tibi pectora saetis horrida, sed mens est,
Petre, vulsa tibi!  Indiligens!!  Nates pilosa, Petrus, non potes asses
venditare!!!"

At least, that's what he said when I asked him afterwards.  I knew no Latin
and Pete, who Clyde said was very good, looked suitably abashed and I would
have given him more than a penny for his hairy nates.  Clyde, according to
Paul, was a formidable Latin scholar and would have done very well if he'd
opted to go to university.

In fact, both Tom and I cornered Clyde a bit later, when Hamed and the
others had gone off with Mr Campbell trying out his many shotguns, and told
him what had happened.  He said he'd been keeping an eye on Pete and Jamie
in the House and he would appreciate it if I could talk to Jamie sometime
just to sound him out.  Nothing more.  He grinned when I asked him for the
translation which I thought was very apt.

Saturday came and so did Little Dick and Nelson.  I didn't really know
Nelson but we all got on well after the initial re-introductions.  Little
Dick was even more subdued than usual.  He was now Lord Fordham and by
Sunday morning when he'd recovered a bit more of his composure we were
bowing and scraping and calling him 'milord' which in his uncomplicated,
simple way he really enjoyed.

Nelson was very protective of him and said he'd been very upset as he'd
idolised his granddad and wanted to get back to stay with his grandma as
soon as Easter was over.  Nelson's bit of news was that he's passed his
Fellowship exam for organ playing and was enjoying being at college.

                    6F: The Surprise

On Sunday morning Charles Parsons, Hamed and Ghazi's uncle's secretary,
appeared and after lunch said he had an announcement to make.  I noticed
Clyde had gone out of the room and came back carrying a number of small
boxes.

Charles said that he had a presentation to make on behalf of the boys'
uncle.  He asked the seven of us to stand .  We stood and looked and
wondered but both Ghazi and Hamed had enigmatic looks on their faces and
Clyde had a poker-face as well.

Charles opened up a sheet of paper and started to read, "On behalf of His
Highness Sheikh...."

He looked at Hamed who shook his head.

"On behalf of Hamed and Ghazi's uncle," he continued, "Who has been so
impressed by the friendship shown to their Highnesses Sheikh Hamed bin..."
He stopped again as both Hamed and Ghazi shook their heads, then carried
on.  "...Hamed and Ghazi throughout their school careers at Kinloch School,
that he wishes this to be commemorated by the presentation of a watch to
each of the group who have supported and helped them.  A small token of his
regard."

He turned to Clyde who gave him the boxes which he handed out to each of
the seven of us, including Hamed and Ghazi.  When I opened mine inside was
a very fine stainless steel chronometer wristwatch.  I turned it over and
on the back was engraved a ring of initials, 'Pp F G H C R Pl' with two
hands clasped in the centre.  We were all dumbstruck.
  I looked at Hamed and Ghazi and they were smiling.  I was the first to
leap on them and hug both of them, followed quickly by the other four.

Then came the explanations.  Their uncle was so impressed with what Hamed
had told him last summer he really wanted us all to have very expensive
gold watches but the boys and Clyde's granddaddy had dissuaded him and
suggested the more practical ones we had been presented with.  We all
protested it was all far too much but Hamed said we had helped him and
Ghazi so much it was the least the family could do.  Ghazi turned and
hugged Hamed and said he was proud to have us all as his friends.

Pete, Tom and Nelson weren't left out either, each were given a substantial
book token which I know pleased Tom as he had expressed some concern over
the cost of some of the books we would require at medical school.

The rest of the weekend passed so quickly it was soon Tuesday morning and
our departure.  I'd offered to take Pete back home so Tom drove again and I
and Pete sat in the back as we'd done on the previous journey.  He was
quite voluble now, much more relaxed and sex, relationships and worries
weren't mentioned.  His mother was pleased to see us when we arrived and we
had lunch there again.  My last words to him were that we would talk
whenever he wanted once we were back at school...

                    6G: My last term at Kinloch School

The first few weeks of term were hectic.  The work Tom, Ghazi and I had
done over the Easter vac paid off.  I felt really confident that I'd done
my best.  When I compared results in the Pure Maths exam with the lad from
Rider's I found we'd got roughly the same solutions to the problems we'd
done in common.  So, after that the term began to wind down but we were
still kept busy.

I helped both Pete and Jamie before their maths exams.  Pete seemed a lot
more relaxed and Jamie seemed a very nice lad.  I twitted him about his
haircut and he blushed and said he liked it that way now.

Sports Day came and I won the shot putt against the two big lads who were
the prop forwards in the first XV and beat the school record handsomely.
The years of weight training certainly paid off.  The two lads who had
joined in the training sessions with Ghazi and me asked if they could have
the equipment handed down to them and Jamie and Pete asked if they could
use it as well, so that tradition would carry on.

Ghazi and I slept together most nights and he confessed to me towards the
end of the term that he was going to miss me so much when he went down to
London after the Summer holidays.  Just before the end of term I came
across Jamie sitting by himself on the edge of the playing field and after
chatting for a while I asked him outright what he thought of Pete.  He was
a bit startled and then he looked at me and said three words, "I love him."
I said he was to tell him that as soon as he could.

I wouldn't say the end of term was a tearful occasion but it was a wrench
to say goodbye to so many good friends.  Mr McCrae was almost voluble when
he shook hands as I said goodbye to him and Mrs McCrae.  He said I was to
keep in touch and to come back any time to see him.  "A good move on your
part to break a couple of noses, eh?  Watch you don't break any hearts.
You and Tom have a good life!"

How the hell did he know about Tom?  Schoolmasters!!

So, Ghazi and Clyde were off to France, to be followed by Hamed after his
final CCF summer camp.  Little Dick, milord, to a farm in Suffolk for
experience and Paul and Fergie to while away a few weeks after camp before
beginning a degree course before Officer Training.  So seven friends went
their ways.

                    6H: Summer 2000

I didn't want to do anything else but spend the summer in Scotland relaxing
before my hoped- for university career.  Aunt Margaret was going off for
three weeks with a friend to the Dolomites and wanted to know if I wanted
to go anywhere myself as she would gladly pay.  I refused and said I would
stay and look after the bungalow and wait for the exam results.  However,
that summer was to produce a few surprises.

The first was during the day I arrived back at Aunt Margaret's.  It was a
phone call from Pete's mum.  Would Tom and I like to go for lunch the next
Monday?  No other explanation.  We agreed, much intrigued.

We went and had a superb lunch and then the eye-opener.  She and her
husband had arranged to go on a cruise and Pete was refusing to go.  As Tom
and I seemed to be his mentors and she trusted us would we look after him
for a fortnight after his CCF camp?  She had already asked Aunt Margaret if
that was possible and she had agreed.

More explanations were forthcoming.  She had finally asked Pete at
half-term if he was gay and he'd said he was.  She had been led finally to
this not only by the mag she'd found but also by the series of drawings
she'd also discovered in his bedroom at the beginning of last term.  She
took us up and there were about a dozen, now displayed on the walls.  I
didn't know before but Pete was a talented young artist and had depicted
Tom, me, Jamie and several others in various poses.  Luckily those of Tom
and me were no more than torsos but a couple of Jamie and another lad in
his class were full-frontal, detailed images and very well drawn.  Pete had
told her he wanted to go to Art School and, judging by the quality of the
drawings, both Tom and I said we thought he should.  She said she and her
husband had already agreed.

So that was arranged.  Tom and I would pick him up at the school and he
would stay with Aunt Margaret and me until his parents returned.  It was
rather embarrassing as Mrs Douglas then gave us fifty pounds each so we
wouldn't be out of pocket - for petrol, she said.

Tom was particularly quiet on the way back.  He finally opened up as we
left on the road out of Fort William.

"Oh, God, Flip!  Can we keep our hands off him?"

I said it was rather whether he could keep his hands off us.  Anyway, he
was to share my bed!

We both turned up at the main school drive, dressed as usual in our kilts,
when the lads returned from Summer Camp.  Mr McCrae was there with the dogs
and seemed to know why we'd turned up as he never asked why we were there.
Staff Sergeants Hamed and Fergie and Sergeant Major Paul were surprised to
see us and I explained what had happened while Tom was supposed to organise
the transfer of Pete's belongings to the boot of my car.  Pete was radiant
and in his uniform - with sergeant's stripes!  Young Jamie was as well and
I congratulated him and the arch-fiend Sergeant Reid also on their
promotion.  Dolly stood with a smirk on his face next to Reid, sporting his
newly acquired corporal's stripes.  From the smirk I knew he and Reid had
been cavorting together, celebrating their promotion no doubt.  From the
corner of my eye I could see that Tom and Mr McCrae were deep in
conversation.

There was much jocularity as all the lads were as filthy as hell as having
done a commando assault course the day before they had discovered no water
was then available to wash or shower.  Pete was particularly sweaty and I
drove with Tom next to me and Pete in solitary splendour in the back of car
ponging to high heaven.

On arriving at the bungalow we told him to get into the bathroom straight
away to shower and deodorize himself before anything else.  I unpacked his
bags and shoved an interminable amount of dirty clothing into the washing
machine.

When he'd finished cleaning himself up he looked most presentable.  His
mother had given us spare clothes to bring back for him but he insisted he
would be like us and just wear a shirt and kilt.  Over a cup of tea and a
couple of Tom's mother's scones he said that Jamie had at last told him of
his love.  We were so pleased we both hugged him and the tears ran down his
face.  We both kissed him and said we hoped he'd be as happy as us.

I managed to get Tom on his own for a few minutes and asked him what he was
talking to Mr McCrae about.  He grinned and said it was obviously common
knowledge that we were an item as he had told Tom to take good care of me
and wished us both well.

Poor Tom.  He had to go home that evening, after supper with us and Aunt
Margaret, to his lonely bed.  Pete and I hugged and caressed each other as
soon as we got into bed and then slowly, lovingly, brought each other to
massive orgasms spraying each other with copious amounts of boycream and
mancream.

A little later as we lay just savouring each other's presence I asked Pete
if he and Jamie had done anything else.  He said they hadn't so I gave him
his first experience of being sucked and of sucking another.  He hugged me
so tightly after we'd both come I could hardly breath.  We tongue-fucked
for ages after that and although he had only just come for a second time
his young prick was soon hard again.  I whispered that he was just to lie
still and I wanked him again, very slowly, waiting each time I sensed he
was getting near and kept him on the verge for about half an hour until he
whispered very urgently, "Please finish me!"  His orgasm was colossal and
after that he lay cuddled in my arms and went to sleep almost purring with
contentment.

In the morning I left him peacefully sleeping while I showered and dressed
and got my breakfast.  Aunt Margaret asked how he was and I said he was
very tired, the CCF camp must have worn him out!  A little later I took him
in a plate of porage and a mug of tea and he looked so lovely lying there
asleep I nibbled his ear until he was awake.  He turned his head and kissed
me and said the night before had been the most wonderful he had ever known.

Later in the morning when Tom came round to see us Pete was in the shower.
Tom was curious about what had happened, but, from the smile on my face I
didn't have much to explain. Anyway, he didn't have to wait long to find
out more as that afternoon, a particularly wet and blustery one, we three
retired to my bed and we talked, and wanked each other, and sucked each
other until young Pete had shed three loads to the two each for us and he
said that it had been an afternoon to remember as well.  That night I will
remember well too as Pete gave me the most delicate and intense release of
my spunk I'd had for a long time.

The next few days gave us the opportunity to really talk to Pete about his
emotions and his sexuality.  He said that he and Jamie had talked about
their feelings for each other and Jamie had confessed he had wanted to tell
Pete about how he felt at least a year before.  Pete also had asked him how
he felt about others and had got him to admit he did think of me sometimes
at night when he tossed himself off.  I wasn't going to get big-headed
about it, though, as, apparently, he had a string of wank-heroes who he
used as fuel for his ardour.  As well as me there were also Paul, Hamed and
Ghazi as well as others he'd watched and lusted after in other Houses.

During Pete's second week with us he had a letter one morning from, of all
people, Adolphus Meinherzen.  In the letter was a printout of a digital
photo of, guess who, tight-arse Reid being sucked off by the blond kid
who'd caused trouble in the House at the beginning of the year.  No wonder
Dolly was smirking when we saw him as Pete told us that Dolly and Angus had
shared a tent.  He had Reid now right under his thumb, if not on his cock
whenever he wanted sweet relief.  Actually, I made Pete destroy the
printout just in case it was found by anyone.

At the end of his stay we took him back home to a very grateful Mrs
Douglas.
  After the awful weather of the first couple of days we'd managed to spend
a good bit of time up on the hills and he'd got quite a tan and looked most
healthy and happy.  While he and Tom were taking his bags up to his room I
told his mother she mustn't worry about him as he had come to terms with
how he felt and that he was determined to go to Art School and do well.  I
said we would keep in touch with him and if she ever felt worried about him
just to contact us.  She said she'd told her husband while they were away
and he wasn't angry about it, he loved his boy and wanted the best for him
whatever happened.

Certainly Ghazi was right about Pete's stamina and output..  He was just
like the younger Tom, always ready for action and needing to release his
tensions several times a day.  Tom and he got on very well as Tom was very
gentle with him, just like a loving older brother.  Pete obviously doted on
Tom and asked his advice on all manner of things and then discussed
everything again with me in bed at night.  He got on well with Aunt
Margaret, too, and acted as general clearer-up and washer-up all the time.
Just before we got into the car to take him back I was in the bedroom with
him.  He put his arms round me and hugged me and say he couldn't thank Tom
and me enough and he loved us both.  We loved him too.

A few days after Pete went home Aunt Margaret set off on her holiday jaunt.
  The second surprise came two days after she had gone.  There was a phone
call in the evening and it was Darryll!  He had bought himself a motor-bike
the year before and he and Michael were doing a general tour of the North
of England and up into Scotland.  Could they come and spend a couple of
days with me?  Of course they could!  I hadn't seen either since leaving my
old home and coming to Scotland although Michael and I had corresponded
regularly.  In fact, they would be arriving the next afternoon.

It was a hot afternoon and I, just in singlet and kilt, was sitting alone,
drowsing, in the back garden as Tom had borrowed my car to go to Fort
William on an errand for his mother.  Suddenly I was roused by the roar of
the bike as it came up the lane to the front of the bungalow.  I hurried
out and there were the two figures, crash-helmeted, with black leather
jackets and jeans, astride the bike.  I knew the front one must be Darryll
and it was as he took off his helmet, dropped it down, and rushed over me.
He stopped about two yards from me and let out a roar.

"God, Flip!" he shouted, "You look like the bloody advert on Scott's Porage
Oats packets!!"

I suppose I did.  The young muscled Scot in singlet and kilt putting the
shot was just like me!  I was a shot-putter anyway and here I was dressed
just like the picture, even with the long red socks.

He flung out his arms and hugged me tight.

"Oh, Flip, it's so good to see you after so long."

Our hug was terminated by me spying over his shoulder the other figure
getting off the bike.  I was quite unprepared for the young ox that stood
there.  He reached up and took off his helmet.  It was Michael.  A Michael
so developed it was quite, quite incredible.  He was just on six foot but,
Oh, so powerfully built.  When he came over and took Darryll's place and
hugged me too he crushed the breath out of me.

"Oh Flip," he said, "I've thought of you every day, wondering how you were.
Look at you, you look marvellous."

I was overwhelmed, two of my best friends, so long missed and now they were
here.  I ushered them indoors into the kitchen and put the kettle on.

"God, I'm so hot," said Darryll, "Do'ya think I could have a shower?"

I said of course, both of them could and I was mesmerised at that moment as
Michael was taking off his leather jacket.  He had a tee shirt underneath
and if I thought I had muscles he had muscles on muscles.  Darryll caught
me staring at him and chuckled.

"Well, what do you think of your nerdy friend, the old seven-stone
weakling, eh?"

Michael produced a great shit-eating grin.

"I've grown a bit since we were fourteen, eh, Flip?"

I couldn't have agreed more.  The old weedy youth was now a powerful young
beast.  Darryll was no mean thing either.  Sex between those two would be
something to experience!

After downing a couple of cups of tea and about four scones each I showed
them the bathroom and sat on the loo seat as they stripped off ready to
shower.  Darryll's cock swung just as I remembered it from four years
previously.  Young Michael's cock was now a formidable length even when
flaccid.  I judged if it expanded anything like mine did he would certainly
beat me on both length and girth.  He saw me giving him the once over and
grinned.

"I've grown a bit more there as well, Flip!"

After they'd showered and dressed in just shorts we went into the back
garden and caught up on all the news.  Michael had been working-out
relentlessly at the gym and had also made the Junior side at the Rugby Club
and had been keeping an eye on my brother Stuart who was also attending the
gym and playing rugger.  He and Darryll, like Tom and me, had also made a
commitment to each other and he was moving in with Darryll in Sheffield
where he was starting his degree course in September - exams permitting -
as Darryll had now finished his degree course and had a job with a firm of
structural engineers.  Of course, all my pals at the Rugby Club were also
growing up and dispersing but the Williams brothers were still the coaches
for the Junior sides.  So the chat went on until with a toot on the horn
Tom arrived back.

The sight of a second large young Scot, in shirt and kilt, was too much for
the lads, they just stared goggle-eyed when he marched round the side of
the bungalow.  They were introduced and Tom and they got on like a house on
fire.  I'd instructed Tom to get the biggest pizzas he could while in Fort
William and we went into the kitchen where I heated them up for our supper.
Tom also produced some bottles of beer and we sat and talked and talked for
hours.

They were so pleased about our commitment and we showed them the two boxes
with the rings which Ghazi had given us for when we made our vows.  I said
we'd decided to do that at Christmas and I wanted as many of our friends to
be there.  They promised they would be there and I had a sneaking suspicion
it might be a double ceremony.

That night they insisted on sleeping on the floor in my room.  Not for long
though.  My double bed wasn't really made for three large lads like us but,
after a few minutes silence, the first from the time they'd arrived, two
huge figures loomed over me and joined me, one on either side.  It wasn't
long then before Darryll's tongue and lips were working on my rod and I was
finding out the dimensions of Michael's meaty tool.  Actually, it didn't
lengthen much, he was no longer than me, but the circumference of his shaft
stretched my mouth completely.  And, the amount of the load he produced
also beat my usually copious outpouring.  I managed to catch all of it
without choking or gagging and remembered those first wonderful times when
we'd pleasured each other in that way.

Shortly after I had made Michael come I fired my wad which Darryll also
expertly retained in its entirety.  It was then my turn to show my love for
Darryll and, for the first time, sucked his cock, again remembering that
wonderful time when I was just fourteen and he'd given me such pleasure.

Once more that night we made the rounds and then in one enormous heap
snored the night away.

The next morning they wanted to experience how we spent our days so Tom and
I took them on a trek down Loch Sheil and up Beinn Odhar Bheag and wore the
buggers out clambering up the tussocky slopes.  That evening the four of us
celebrated the day with Tom being introduced to two new proud cocks and, if
he hadn't got a home to go to, would have willingly stayed the night!

What was interesting was that Michael and Darryll had not ventured further
than either oral or manual stimulation.  Neither of them seemed at all
interested in taking things further.  They were intrigued about how Tom and
I had first fucked and how we had taken Ghazi's virginity at his request.
I could see Darryll's point when he said he was quite satisfied with what
they did as I wouldn't have liked Michael's fiercesomely thick shaft
attempting to enter me without lots and lots of preparation.

So, they stayed for four days and Tom and I took them to various beautiful
places spending one day by the sea near Glennancross.  On the last day
Michael did tell me there was some trouble between my mother and the Creep
but he wasn't sure what it was.  Stuart was obviously upset but wouldn't be
drawn when asked.  Michael said his father had looked very worried the
previous weekend and I was left wondering.

Time passed and the date for the exam results arrived.  Both Tom and I
managed to get top grades in all subjects - our places at medical school
were assured.  There were phone calls to and from all over place.  Everyone
seemed to be most satisfied with their results.  Aunt Margaret and Tom's
parents celebrated by taking us both to that good restaurant in Fort
William.  A good time was had by all!

One long phone call was from France, mainly from Ghazi though the other two
were allowed a word or two.  In the case of Clyde, more than a word or two,
he was most voluble and said all three would be in 'Edinboro' for
Christmas.  Ghazi said he was missing me and Tom but the young French lad
had been there again with his mother for a month and he was going to spend
the next fortnight in Toulouse with him before leaving for London.  >From
the hints he gave I surmised the lad's peach had now become Ghazi's
property as he had learned to swim the river!

During the next week I had a letter from Little Dick from the farm where he
was working.  He congratulated me on my results in a short carefully
written letter.  He enclosed a photo.  A grinning Little Dick, clad in only
a disreputable pair of cut-off denim shorts and work boots, looking lean
and very healthy, was holding a rope.  Attached to the rope was a huge bull
looking straight at the camera with Little Dick stroking his nose.  The
bull had the most massive pair of bollocks I had ever seen.  On the back in
Little Dick's so neat writing was the legend: 'This is Philip of Macedon.
He is a Red Poll.  I call him Flip.'  Cheeky bugger - I only wished I had
balls that size to keep up with Tom's incessant demands on my spunk
production!

The third surprise - more a bombshell - was an urgent phone call from my
mother to my aunt.  She and Ray the Creep had split up.  I managed to
discern that she had discovered from a solicitor in the next town that Ray
the Creep had been enquiring if it was possible to break the trust which
held the money for Stuart and myself.  Although all client information is
confidential the solicitor was so worried as he knew mum very well that he
had contacted her 'without prejudice'.  Apparently there was a furious row
and Ray the Creep had been booted out.  Good riddance to bad rubbish.  I
felt vindicated for all my hatred of him.  But that left poor Stuart.

Mum was sending him up to stay with Aunt Margaret for the rest of the
holiday with a view for him to stay and to go to school up here.  Phone
calls were made and a place was found for him at Tom's old school.  So, one
late August morning I and Tom drove to Fort William station to meet my
brother.

I hadn't seen him for four years.  He'd sent a few snaps of himself plus
the usual school photo where he was all washed and brushed, but I had no
real idea what he was like.  Mum was going off for a break with a friend
from the office to get away from things so my little brother was landing on
the doorstep.

The train drew in almost on time.  Tom had stayed with the car.  My little
brother got off the train but he wasn't my 'little' brother, he was five
foot ten, just as I was at the age of fourteen and three-quarters.  I
couldn't mistake him.  I looked at him in the mirror every morning.  We
were so alike.  His hair had got more my colour now than when I remembered
him.  He had the same blue eyes and the smile on his face when he saw me
was so wonderful.  He dropped his bags as I rushed up to him and we hugged
each other in greeting.  My brother was home with me!

Of course, all he knew about Tom was that he was a great friend and we were
going off to medical school together.  Revelations would have to come
later.  Actually, he took one look at Tom and I knew they would also be
friends for life.  Tom had another young brother to go with Pete!

Aunt Margaret fussed round him and said to me that he was so like I was at
that age - something I had to agreed with, he was a mirror image of me.
Naturally he wanted to know if Tom and I wore our kilts all the time.  We
said we did as much as possible.  I had been wearing my father's kilt for
the past two years so I gave Stuart the kilt I'd been given by Mr Ferguson.
He laughed when I made him take his underpants off after he'd buckled the
kilt round himself.  That evening at supper time we three boys were all
formally attired and Tom's father and mother came across as well to eat
with us, with Sgt McLaren also in his kilt.  In fact, he had some very good
news.  He was being promoted to Inspector but, unfortunately, he and Tom's
mum would have to leave the village.

Stuart had insisted he wanted to share my room and so the double-bed.  I
was so used to just stripping off and getting into bed in the raw with
whoever was in the room I had forgotten that the last time I'd had Stuart
in bed with me was that time his room was being decorated.

I saw Stuart note that I was naked as I slipped under the duvet.  He had
put his pyjamas on the pillow but these were discarded and pushed onto the
floor as he got into bed.  We turned to each other and continued the
exchange of gossip and chat which had not diminished all day.  I was aware
that Stuart was edging towards me.  There was a moment of silence.

"Flip," he said, "You know that time at home when I had to share with you?"

"Um," was my reply.

"You know you had that itch?" he paused a moment, "I have that itch every
day!"  He burst into a giggle that was so reminiscent of Ghazi.  He put his
arms out and round me and pressed himself against me.  His shaft was rigid
and pressed into me.  "Do you know how to cure it?"

That night we cured each other's itches twice each.  The second time after
I'd told him how I'd healed Tom's poor skinned dong and showed him the
cure.  It was the first time he had been sucked.  And after he'd shot his
sweet tasting load into my mouth he insisted on doing the same to me.  He
wasn't at all worried about tasting and swallowing my spunk and said that
he and Kenny, his computer nerd friend, wanked each other off every time
they met up at his house but they hadn't done that..., yet.

The next few days were quite idyllic.  We took Stuart around, introducing
him to all the crofters and the villagers we had come to know during the
past four years.  We tramped the hills and we three lay and talked and
wanked and sucked during the long afternoons in the hills.  After asking
Tom what we should do I told Stuart one afternoon of our commitment to each
other.  His eyes sparkled.

"You didn't have to tell me," he said, smiling and holding out his hands to
us, "I guessed within a day and you must be a real daft pair if you think
Aunt Margaret and Tom's mum and dad don't know either."  He laughed.  "I
suppose I'm the one who'll have to carry on the Menzies dynasty now!"

So my little un-gay brother accepted his big gay brother and his partner.
I made certain that night my little brother had the most intense
pleasurable feelings I could give him.  He might be straight but he took
pleasure from those things that only boys can know and give.

The end of the holidays came.  Tom and I were packed and ready to go and
start our new careers as university students.  The night before our
departure I sat down and wrote several letters.  To Little Dick, with a
photo of Tom, Stuart and me against a backdrop of a favourite hill, to
Ghazi in London, to Hamed and Clyde in France, to Dr Williams and to Mr
McCrae thanking them for all they had done for me, and a final one which
started 'Dear Mum'......


               The End

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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