Date: Thu, 04 Apr 2002 12:23:00 +0000
From: Jo Vincent <joad123@hotmail.com>
Subject: Flip's Tale:  Sequel  S9 - S14

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				Flip's Tale

				    By

				   Joel


			The Sequel:    Autumn 2000

Continued:.......


		      S9: Taking Archie to Edinburgh

     On Monday morning we were up bright and early.  We had to get on the
road by half past eight and Stuart rushed over to see Archie before he had
to catch the bus to school.  Stuart was enjoined that he was to say nothing
more at school than that Archie was going to hospital for tests.

     Archie was very quiet as we set off.  Tom drove and I sat in the back
of the car with Archie.  After a while we did start to chat and I learned a
lot about some of the other villagers that even Tom didn't know.  Chatting
away like this kept Archie's mind off the hospital visit and it wasn't
mentioned again.  We stopped at Lochearnhead and had a couple of sandwiches
Archie's mother had supplied with coffee for Tom and me and a Coke for
Archie.  I then took over the driving and Tom gave me clear instructions
from the notes which his father had popped through the door the night
before as we entered and negotiated the route through Edinburgh.

     We found where Simon and Dick lived quite easily and parked in a back
road.  It was not quite midday when we arrived so had done well.  My old
banger, as Tom rudely called it, had done us proud.  Simon was in and was
so pleased to see me and Tom and was most solicitous about Archie.  He'd
got a `carry-out' from the local Chinese and we had that before he walked
with us to the hospital where we arrived at two o'clock.
     We were met immediately by a young Registrar, Martin McMillan,
according to his name-tag, who knew Simon as they'd played together in one
of the Medics rugger sides.  He was very enthusiastic when he found Tom and
I were coming up to study and insisted we sat in while he did a preliminary
examination of Archie.  Poor Archie.  Here he was clad now in a green
hospital gown having his balls felt by a complete stranger.  Dr McMillan
confirmed that there was a lump and said the Prof would be down very soon.
He asked Archie if he minded if some medical students also examined him as
they would be with the Prof on his rounds.  Archie, I think, was a bit
apprehensive, but I spoke up and said he was already quite used to being
examined so he shouldn't really mind.  Of course, that meant we had to
explain that we had been given a lesson in palpating by Aunt Margaret.  Dr
McMillan grinned and said you can't start too soon.  We didn't say that
young Stuart had started even earlier!

     There was a sudden flurry of activity outside the small consulting
room and the Prof arrived with six students not much older than Tom and me.
The Prof asked Archie if he would agree to being examined by the others as
well and was he happy if we stayed with him.  Archie looked a bit flustered
but I held his hand and he nodded and said 'yes'.  It was quite a
performance as the Prof gave the same instructions as Aunt Margaret.
  He started by showing the students how to feel the testicles and then
they each had to do it without saying what they found.  I saw Archie redden
a bit as two of the students were girls and I wondered if they might have
an effect on his well-developed young cock.  A well-used cock too, as
Stuart had told Tom and me later on Saturday evening that Archie had told
him he'd first come properly when he was not quite twelve.  Well ahead of
any of us!  So Aunt Margaret had judged right that he was a very early
developer.  After the last student had palpated Archie's balls the Prof
asked each in turn what they had found.  All six said they had noted the
pea-sized growth on the left testicle.  The Prof then ushered them out and
sat on the bed beside Archie.

     "I'm afraid, Archie, I have some bad news and some good news for you,"
he said very carefully.  "The good news is I think you'll be OK once what
we are likely to do is complete.  The bad news is you will have to lose one
testicle."

     Poor Archie, he burst into tears immediately.  I gripped his hand hard
and the Prof took his other hand and held it.

     "I'm sorry, Archie, but it will be for the best.  You only need one
and I promise once I've finished you won't know the difference because I'll
put a dummy one in and no one will know the difference.  In fact, if you're
good I'll make sure it's a good size!"
     Archie looked a bit startled at that.  Aunt Margaret hadn't told us
that was something they could do so Tom and I were also surprised.  I think
we'd imagined Archie with a single ball in his rather pendulous sac.

     "Also, Archie," he continued, "Once we've examined the lump we'll be
able to tell you what other treatment we'll give you.  My hunch is that
it'll be no more at the moment than one injection on Thursday.  If so,
we'll ask you to come back in November for some blood tests and take it
from there.  Is there anything you want to know?"  Archie looked at the
Prof and in a rather hesitant voice asked, "Will I be able to have
children?"

     The Prof smiled.  "I sincerely hope so, but, we do allow for this just
in case.  I'll leave that for Dr McMillan to talk to you about but I want
to talk to these two first.  The nurse will come in now and get you ready
for the ward.  I'll operate on you tomorrow morning quite early."

               S10: Maggy Menzies!!

     As we followed the Prof out a young nurse went into the room and I
heard her talking to Archie and then Dr McMillan came along and went in as
well and shut the door.  In the corridor the Prof turned to me and laughed.
"You couldn't be anyone else but Maggy Menzies' nephew, could you?  We were
students together and I met your father several times.  I'm sorry he got
killed but that was some ago, wasn't it?"  I nodded and said 'yes'.  I was
rather taken with Maggy Menzies!  She was always Aunt Margaret to me.  But
there was no stopping the Prof.

     "Yes, Maggy said you were joining us here.  She was a very good
student, won the gold medal in her final year and could have stayed on."
He turned to Tom.  "And you're Tom, aren't you?  Maggy told me about you as
well."  He looked up and down at Tom's handsome kilted figure.  "She's
proud of the pair of you, you know!  And I think you'll both like it here."
     He beckoned both of us and we went into the next room, another small
consulting room.  "I'll tell you little bit about what I'll do tomorrow
morning and then you can come and see young Archie when he comes round from
the anaesthetic."
     He explained because of the general seriousness of the possible
condition the initial treatment might seem drastic but otherwise there was
a chance of spreading cells if just a needle biopsy was attempted.  He said
that one thing Dr McMillan would be explaining to Archie in the room next
door was the provision of a sample of sperm which would be frozen.  Tom
asked him what was the probability of Archie being sterile and the Prof
explained that it depended on what they found when they examined the
removed testicle and whether Archie needed more than the single shot of
chemotherapy.  He assured us that in the majority of cases now when the
growth was found at an early stage the patient had a very high chance of
not needing more than a minimum of chemotherapy.  Tom asked him about
radiotherapy and I could see the Prof was impressed at Tom's questions.  In
that case if that was used he said the sperm producing cells in the other
testicle would in all probability be destroyed but he always tried the
single shot first.  The check up in November would tell them how successful
the treatment had been.

     "You were at Kinloch, weren't you?" he said, looking at me, "I was
there and my twin horrors are starting there next week.  They've been to
prep school here but we think they'll like it there especially as they'll
be in Mr McCrae's house."  The next ten minutes was taken up with me
telling him my story, assuring him McCrae's was the best house and him
saying that when he was there over thirty years ago Mr McCrae joined the
school as an assistant master and had made quite an impression on him even
then.  Tom and I were then invited to tea the next day to meet the
`horrors' and put them into fear and trembling for their own good.  I said
I would tell the truth and, as long as they fitted in, they would have a
wonderful time.

     The Prof bid us farewell and said if we saw his secretary she would
give us directions to his house but he had to rush away as he had a pile of
patients to see.

                      S11: Archie's jars.

     After finding the very pleasant secretary we wiled away some time
exploring the area around Teviot Place where the Medical School was and
then went back and found Archie, a bit more cheerful, tucked up, by
himself, in a separate room.  "I'm too old for the Children's Ward and too
young for Male Surgical so I've a room of my own," he announced as we went
in.  He then looked a bit sheepish.  "Can I tell you what they want me to
do?"

     Tom went up to him and poked his arm.  "We know.  Popping your pickle
in a wee jar, eh?  With that pretty nurse to give you a hand, you horny
little beast."
   Archie went as red as a beetroot.  Then we all laughed.  "No, I've to do
it in the lav that young doctor said."  He fished down in the bed and
produced a bottle.  "He said if I can manage two even better and they'll
freeze it in there.  I have to ring the bell when I'm done."

     I hadn't noticed but there was a shiny steel container by the bed and
it was smoking rather ominously.  I realised it was probably liquid
nitrogen or something like that in it.  Archie went suddenly silent, then
two great tears coursed down his cheeks, "And they're going to cut my balls
off tomorrow," he wailed.

     I grabbed a tissue off his bedside locker and wiped his cheek.  "No,
Archie," I said, "the Prof is only removing one, you'll still have the
other and he also told you he's putting a dummy one in so no one will ever
know."  Archie looked at me and sniffed.  "Will I be alright, Flip, tell
me?"  "You'll be Stuart's friend for many years to come," I said, "He's
just as worried as you and my aunt and the Prof have assured us you'll be
OK."

     Archie was silent for a moment or two.  "D'ya think I'm ill 'cause I'm
a sinner?  'Cause I've done bad things and I'm being punished?  I don't
want to lose my balls!  I'm a sinner!" he wailed again.

     I must say I was rather startled by this emotional outburst.  Archie
was clearly very worried.  Tom leaned over and took his hand and spoke very
softly.  "You'r'a daft wee bugger, Archie Ferguson, with that gey stupid
crap.  Who told you that?  You're ill because you've got something wrong
not because of your evil ways."  Tom gripped Archie's hand harder.  "I know
your evil ways.  You tried to get young Lucy's knickers down to get her to
show you her thing, didn't you?......."  Archie stared at Tom and started
to blush furiously.  "...and I know you and Gavin have been wanking each
other in that old barn and you told him if he didn't do it you'd tell my
dad he'd made you do it first...."  Archie was going even redder.  "...and
you got that fat kid Elliott to pinch those ciggies from Patterson's shop,
didn't you?..."  Archie began to sniff again.  ".....But Archie, you're
just a naughty wee lad, you're not ill because you're bad.  Anyway, if you
were really evil my dad would have had you inside the Police House like he
did that thug Angus White."  Archie nodded.  I'd heard rumours about Angus
White and his tear-away habits and how a single interview with Tom's dad
had somehow subdued him and he now worked industriously in a garage in Fort
William.

     "How do you know about all the other things?" sniffed an intrigued
Archie.  "My dad's a policeman and I know how to listen carefully to what
people say and watch what they do.  Anyway, you were very lucky because
Lucy's mum came and told my mum what Lucy had said you'd asked her to do
and they agreed no harm was done as you didn't make Lucy do anything when
she just ran away.  I know you got that kid Elliott to pinch the ciggies
because when Mr Patterson reported the theft to my dad I'd seen you smoking
and you had a packet of the same sort 'cause you're sae daft you didn'a
hide it..."  Tom's accent became even more pronounced.  "...And fatty
Elliott followed you around at school until you told him to fuck off or
you'd kick his arse.  He was always pinching things from the cloakroom and
one of the prefects caught him and as well other things he had two packs of
fags in his pocket which he said were his dad's.  That was a lie because I
know fatty Elliott's dad doesn't smoke 'cause I have my hair cut at his
shop and there's a big 'No Smoking' sign up...  ....And you shouldn't have
picked on Gavin because he told me and another prefect about you when we
found him and his pal Denzil up to no good in the bogs at school!"
     Poor Archie's face was a picture.

     "Be sure your sins will find you out," intoned Tom, "But you're not
ill because you're a wee sinner.  If that was true you'd have been carted
off long ago!"  Archie in turn gripped Tom's hand.

           "And Tom, I'm sorry I called you that rude name."  "Oh my God,
Archie," Tom laughed, "That was three years ago and I had threatened to
tell my dad about you tormenting that poor dog."

     It turned out Archie had been poking a stick at the guard dog a local
farmer had tied up by his gate to make it bark.  Tom rode up and told him
to stop it as he had to get past through the gate to take a message to the
farmer's wife.  Archie had called him a.  fuckpot or some such epithet and
then run off waving the stick at him.
     "You need a bloody good hiding, young Archie, and if you involve young
Stuart in anything you'll have me to reckon with, OK?" said Tom.

     Archie looked suitably impressed with the threat.  The message had got
home.  Then Tom's face creased into a huge smile, "But, you wait, I'll get
Wayne's sisters to ask to feel your balls as soon as you get back because
you'll be missing all the attention you've had.  Think of it, Archie, I bet
there aren't many boys who've had their balls felt by so many in a few days
and you'll need to keep up the experience.  It was eight today, wasn't it,
including two very nice young ladies?  Bet that made your little worm
turn."  Poor Archie.  He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  He laughed
just as Dr McMillan knocked and came into the room.

     "What's all this hilarity?" he asked, laughing himself, "Can't have
patients suffering from a surfeit of jocularity.  Any results for me yet,
Archie?"
     Archie's sheepish look returned and he shook his head.  "OK, but the
sooner the better.  Two lots if possible, eh?"  He pointed at a second
small bottle on the bedside cabinet.

     As soon as Dr McMillan left we said we'd be off as well as we didn't
want to spoil his pleasure.  He blushed again and we said we'd be back in
the morning to see him after the Prof had finished with him.  As we went
out of the door I looked back and saw Archie getting out of bed, clutching
the wee bottle, a determined look on his face, and I hoped he could aim
straight!

                    S12: Gossip and Confessions

     We made our way back to Simon and Dick's flat.  Both were there and
Dick, looking rather harassed, said he was so pleased to see us both.  They
wanted to know what we had learned and what was happening to Archie.  The
whole tale was told then Simon said Dick was working very hard as he was
about to start his fifth and last year of his MB BCh and of course the work
was piling up.  Simon was to begin his third year and said if we ever
wanted any help just to ask.

     We then caught up with all the general news.  Tom told them he'd moved
in with me and told of our meeting with his parents and Aunt Margaret the
day before.  We had both brought our rings and I said we wouldn't wear them
until Ghazi had heard us make our commitment.  Simon looked at Dick after I
had explained this.  "Could we make our commitment with you?" he asked, and
Dick nodded in agreement.  "Dick's parents aren't too keen about us openly
making a statement, but we've decided we want to.  You know Dick's dad is
in Scottish politics and he's a bit wary of what the press might make of
his gay son.  But Dick talked to him a couple of weeks ago and they agreed
it was up to Dick to decide and he is well over twenty-one.  My parents
have said it's up to me.  I do have an elder brother and he's married so
the question of grandchildren isn't a problem."
     We explained we hoped to take the ultimate step at Christmas but we
would have to see if Ghazi would be available and then, of course, where.
We continued discussing all this during the evening when Simon and Dick
took us to a rather nice Italian restaurant for a meal.  It was also rather
obvious that neither Simon nor Dick were short of money but they said they
did live carefully and their biggest asset was they didn't have to pay rent
as the house belonged to a Trust which Dick's father ran.

     That night Tom and I slept in their spare room.  At least we went to
bed but didn't sleep until both of us had shared our love with the other
three times.  Tom did whisper at one point that he hoped Archie could
produce as much spunk for his wee bottle as I had on my second outpouring
when he had lovingly sucked me to a most fruitful orgasm.  I mentioned I
thought that the once a night was going to be the norm.  Tom snickered and
said he would make certain his little Norm was well and truly satisfied
however many times I wanted it.

     I was awakened in the morning by the heavenly smell of bacon being
cooked and the sound of laughter from the kitchen.  No Tom was beside me so
he was one of the noise makers.  I crawled out of bed, stretched and
wandered through to the kitchen where Simon was standing with just a pair
of shorts on and an apron over his front, frying pan in hand, by the stove
with Tom holding a mug of coffee sitting at the kitchen table.  Tom also
was bare- chested, but did have a pair of old shorts on.  Having just got
out of bed I was in the nude.  Tom spotted me as I stood in the door.

     "Come here, hunk, we were just discussing you!"

     I went over to him.  He put an arm round my buttocks and drew me to
him and, much to Simon's amusement, planted a great wet kiss on my dangling
tool.  "Don't get many of those to the pound, eh Simon?  Go on, Flip,
that's your bit of excitement for the moment, take yourself off and cover
that thing up before I get Simon to cook a nice sausage with my bacon and
egg."

     I went over to Simon and kissed his cheek, keeping well back from any
spitting fat from the pan on the stove.

     "At least I'm not crude like that hulk over there, am I?  And you'll
do me some nice bacon and egg as well, Simon, won't you and I'll give you
kisses wherever you want."  "Get out, you sexual monstrosity!" said Tom,
"Leave Simon alone, we were having a nice gossip.  Come back when you look
a bit more decent."

     "You've never objected before you old fraud.  'Come on Flip show me
your lovely cock' you whine incessantly, 'Please, Flip, I want it! I want
it!'"  Simon was helpless with laughter as I went over to Tom and caught
hold of his head and, holding my prick in my other hand, pushed my knob
into his ear.  Just as Tom was about to retaliate I let him go and scuttled
out of the room to the sound of both of them laughing.  I found a pair of
old shorts in my bag and some flip-flops and went back and sat by Tom and
kissed him on the cheek as if nothing had happened.  "Good morrow, sweet
Tom, have you been up long, or is it just dangling this morning?  And what
have you and Simon been gossiping about?"
     Simon came across and put down plates of bacon, egg and fried bread in
front of us.  He trundled back and brought his own plate and sat the other
side of the table from us.  "Ah, nothing like a cholesterol-laden start to
the day.  Makes your lips all greasy too, doesn't it Tom?" he said, winking
at him.

     "I asked you a question," I said, forking up a generous mouthful of
the most welcome mix.
     "Oh," said Simon, "Tom was telling me how he pissed on you one fine
morning and I said I always thought you were a bit wet!"

     "He didn't piss on me," I said in measured tones, or as measured as I
could get with a mouthful of crispy bacon soaked in runny egg yolk.  "He
missed, I jumped out of the way, but..."  Here I stopped, realising that
was the fateful episode after which we both knew we would never be
separated.  I thought quickly, "....but, I forgave him.  For that and the
thousand other annoyances, especially when he and Ghazi used to gang up on
me.  And as for being wet...."

     Simon grinned.  "I'm going to tell you two something I've only
confessed to Dick."  He looked straight at Tom.  "You know, if I hadn't
known about you and if it hadn't been for my love for Dick, I would have
moved heaven and earth to get Flip to love me.  I was very fond of Ghazi
who is sweet and kind and gentle, except when his friends are under attack,
but your Flip would have been the target of my affections.  I did get the
chance to have some of his love and, I hope, give him some of mine, when we
were at Linnhe that time."  He waved his knife at Tom.  "You're a very
lucky lad, Tom, don't ever let him go!"  I put my knife and fork down, got
up and walked round the table.  I put my arms round Simon and kissed him
deeply on his greasy lips.  I was joined in moments by Tom and we two led
Simon to our bedroom, leaving our congealing breakfasts, stripped ourselves
and him and between us made long, sensual love to him.  His moans and
little cries, as we sucked his spunk from him, not once, but twice in that
half hour of ecstasy, were enough to make us shed our loads all over him.

     Afterwards we lay quietly as Simon kissed us both and whispered to
Tom, "I knew that Flip was a wonderful sensuous lover but to have both of
you now was sheer bliss.  He's lucky, you're lucky. Be happy.  Now you two
wash and dress and when I've got my strength back I'll re-cook your
breakfasts."

     Of course, as soon as we got back to the kitchen, all clean and
smelling sweet, there was a bit of ribaldry about 'breakfast interruptus'
but it was tempered as we knew we had all expressed our love for each other
so spontaneously we couldn't really make too much fun of the happening.

     As we sat and continued with our breakfast I asked Simon what he had
meant about Ghazi being roused if his friends were under attack.

     Simon looked at me rather surprised, "Remember Crawley." he said, "Who
didn't say no to taking part?  Who did the art work on him?  I know you and
Paul were involved as well but Ghazi had nothing really to do with Little
Dick but he volunteered.  And then I heard how he'd stood up to another
loudmouth who thought Clyde was a prime target and which I'm sure you never
heard about."

     "Who told you about Crawley?" I asked.

     "Who do you think?  Mr McCrae, of course!  The whole thing was seen by
another master who was out for a walk and realised what was going on and
made himself scarce once the dirty deed was done.  Crawley was due for his
comeuppance but his own housemaster and those shitty prefects wouldn't, or
couldn't, deal with him.  That other master was most impressed with the
planning and the clockwork nature of the way you executed it.  He told Mr
McCrae that Ghazi's final act was a master stroke because it deflected
everything from you as Crawley was well-known for his bullying ways.  The
Rector knew and said nothing was to be said or done other than the
suggestion to Crawley he might be happier elsewhere.  Mr McCrae gave you
two lots of gentle hints though, didn't he?"  I nodded.  "I thought many
times afterwards that we would have been expelled if the beaks had known.
We were very naive."

     "Crawley never believed it was you three, because he thought you were
just some kid brought in off the streets - his actual words - and Ghazi was
some stinky little Arab with a camel-trader father."  I bristled when Simon
said that.  "And as for Paul, he thought he was all bull and bluster and no
brains as he was in the CCF.  By the way, I've seen Crawley around
Edinburgh several times since I've been here.  He went to some crammer here
and he's gone now to Bristol to the university down there, I hear.  I also
heard he got mixed up in some drugs crowd and nearly got arrested but had a
warning.  He's a nasty customer and I'm glad he's not around here now."

     My old temper was rising.  Anyone who impugned my friend Ghazi would
suffer horribly.  I said so in forceful words and described in graphic
terms what I would do to Crawley if ever I saw him and then Tom took over.
He put an hand on my arm.  "Calm down, Flip.  You and Ghazi are also just
like brothers.  I know how much you both love each other.  Like Simon,
Ghazi would have given everything to have you as his lover.  We used to
tease you, Flip, but Ghazi would never have done anything to hurt you.  He
told me many times he would never forgive me if I ever hurt you as well.
I'll tell you something about Ghazi's friendship for you which you don't
know."
     What was this.  I thought Tom and I had no secrets.

     "I told Ghazi I was so unhappy when you had to go back to school and
leave me.  I told him I was so worried in case you met someone else who
would take over your love.  I confessed to Ghazi I cried myself to sleep
many nights pining for you.  That was me, tough guy Tom, but Ghazi said he
understood.  He told me then how much he cared for you and although you had
sex together it was for brotherly release and affection and no more.  In
fact, he wrote to me every week you were at school after that first time I
met him.  I've never told you this but I knew all the things you were
doing, the games you played, the weight-lifting, the way you helped the new
bugs, everything, because he wanted me to feel safe and sure."
  That did make a lot of sense to me now as I had puzzled several times
over things Tom had said and I'd not taken any notice at the time.  I
thought I must have told him in one of my usual monologues, but now I
realised some of those little things must have been in Ghazi's letters.

     Tom laughed.  "It was funny, when the first one arrived it was
addressed to Tom McLaren and, as it's my Dad's name too and he didn't
recognise the writing, he opened it.  He said he thought it was one of the
usual anonymous letters he got as a policeman accusing someone of
defrauding the system but realised it was for me.  After the third or
fourth one came he asked me if there was anything between me and the boy
sending them as he said then he didn't want you to be upset.  I think he
knew already how we felt about each other.  I told him it was Ghazi writing
so I knew what was happening.  I showed him the next one where he described
how you'd kicked a penalty and won a match and Dad said I should keep them
all.  I already had and they're all in a file."

     "Can I see them, Tom?" I asked.  I was rather confused.  Tom and I had
no secrets and now he had a secret file on my career at school.  Tom saw my
confusion and laughed.  "Yes of course you can.  When I spoke to Ghazi on
the phone last week he asked if I still had them and we had decided to give
you the file at our commitment.  Now I've told you you can have it as soon
as we get back. We weren't keeping anything from you, Flip, we were sharing
our love for you."

     "But you've been talking to him on the phone as well?"  "He rings up
every week and I have to tell him how you are.  I want him to feel loved
just as I love you.  I'm very fond of Ghazi, I'd do anything for him, just
as I would do anything for you."

     Simon had been listening to this most intently.

     "And what about Ghazi, has he got anyone yet?  Does he only like boys
or will he get married off?"

     I confessed I didn't know.  I said he was a randy little so-and-so,
even more than sexpot Tom, but whether he was unisexual, in either
direction, or plain bisexual, I didn't know.  I explained that Hamed and
Clyde were made for each other and there was a fierce passion there, but
whether Ghazi was just caught in the slipstream of all his coupling friends
was something I hadn't really considered.  I said I'd worried about Ghazi
being in London but he'd said he had to make his own life.

     We chewed over the topic for some time until Simon said we'd better
get off to the hospital as Archie would be in the recovery room by now and
would then be taken up to his room.  We said we'd sit with him for the
afternoon but we'd been invited to tea by the Prof to see his twin sons and
I was to tell them a bit about Kinloch School.  I said that if Simon and
Dick would choose somewhere I would treat all to a meal later tonight.  On
the way to the hospital I said to Tom I would pay for the meal and he
wasn't to get involved.  We would share my income from the Trust just as
any couple would.  He said he wished he could contribute more but he was
reliant on his parents and the bursary he'd been awarded by the Education
Committee.

                                        S13: Archie's bald!

       We went straight up to Archie's room and waited there as, sure
enough, just as Simon had predicted, he was in recovery and would be
brought up once he came round.  About noon there was a flurry of activity
outside and the trolley with Archie on was pushed in.  As soon as he saw
us, although he still looked a bit groggy, his face lit up.  Then he burst
into tears.

     The porters were obviously very used to dealing with newly recovered
patients and soon had him into bed and a male nurse, this time, came in and
settled him with his head raised.  He quietly said to Archie he was quite
OK and gave him a tissue and told him to blow his nose carefully.  The
nurse then took his blood pressure, winked at us as he went out and left us
with Archie.

     "Are you OK, Archie?" I asked, "You look fine."

     Wrong thing to say.  The tears began to roll as he shook his head.
  "What's the matter, lad?" asked Tom, "You know what the Prof said he was
going to do."
     The tears came fast and furious.

     "I'm all shaved," he wailed, "That nurse there shaved me last night,
I've got no hair."  The penny dropped.  Of course, any operation needed a
clear area and I'd seen how hirsute young Archie had been around his cock
and I remembered commenting to myself that his balls were pretty hairy when
I had examined them.

     "What the hell are you worried about, boy," said Tom sternly, "It'll
all grow again."  "But ma ball won't grow again," he wailed even louder,
his accent become more apparent, "He took ma ball awa'!"

     "Look, Archie," I said quietly, hoping it would quieten him down so
his wails wouldn't cause an influx of worried medical staff, "You knew
that's what the Prof was going to do and he promised to put a dummy one in
so nobody would ever know."  "And that nurse waited while I made my second
jar," he sniffed, and there was venom in his voice.  "I was in the lav and
was just ready when he came in and said should he hold the jar.  I nearly
dropped it and he grabbed it and put it over my end 'cause I was just
ready.  He knows I do it!" he wailed out.

     Oh, Archie, the anaesthetic or something wasn't letting him think
straight.  Tom again took charge.  He put a hand out and held Archie's
right hand which he was waving about limply.

     "Archie, we all know you bloody well wank," he said quietly and
firmly, "The doctors know you bloody well wank or they wouldn't have said
fill two jars, so the nurse knows you bloody well wank.  We wank, all boys
bloody well wank, so shut up and think to yourself you are so lucky you've
got friends who care about you and doctors and nurses who care about you as
well.  If you don't shut up I'll put a hand under the cover and squeeze
your other ball and you will have something to holler about!"

     This did shut Archie up and between sniffs he began to grin.  "But I'm
bald and it aches a bit."

     He then recovered a bit more and became a lot more sensible.  Tom's
admonition had been a help in steadying him.  We then got a blow by blow
account of the production of two samples.  No holding back in embarrassment
in telling us, especially the bit where the male nurse came in and capped
his knob and they had both finished up laughing about it with Archie saying
the nurse had told him not many boys produced as much as he did.  Archie
was still a bit miffed about being shaved.  No one had warned him of that
and it didn't help when Tom said he'd heard that the worst thing was when
the hair started to grow again it itched like hell.

     Just before one o'clock the male nurse came back and asked if we all
wanted some lunch.  Tom and I could have sandwiches but Archie had quite a
choice.  Losing a ball didn't diminish Archie's appetite and he wolfed down
a plateful of some spaghetti dish as if he hadn't eaten for ages.  Of
course, he hadn't, he'd had a light supper and no breakfast because of
fasting before an op.

     As the afternoon progressed he got more like the old Archie and when
we left to go to the Prof's for tea he was almost cheerful.  We found out
from a surreptitious peek at one point when he wanted a bottle to pee in,
that he was well bandaged up and was wearing a natty pair of net knickers,
as Tom described them, with just his lengthy tool protruding from a
convenient hole in the front.  We said we'd be back in the morning before
we set off for home and waved him goodbye just as the nurse came back to
take his blood pressure again.

            S14: More terrible twins?

     Tea at the Prof's was scrumptious.  Two rather subdued identical
dark-haired boys sat and scoffed vast amounts as we did.  Then their mother
said she had to go out and we were left ensconced in an elegant
sitting-room, with me to extol the virtues of Kinloch School.  The Prof had
told us their names were Tom and Jerry, but of course they weren't.
  Their mother introduced them as Will and Geoff so I guessed father was
rather a tease.
    I told them I'd just left and that I'd been in Mr McCrae's house and if
he introduced the dogs they would be well-thought of if they knew they were
named after James Boswell and Samuel Johnson.  One of them, I think it was
Will, grinned and said when they went for their interview they'd been
licked and pawed by them and had heard they were Boz and Sam.  That set the
other one off and he asked so many questions I had a job keeping up.  Why
did everyone wear different shades of green?  What was Big School like?
Did they have to sleep in a room with all those others?  Did they have
computers?  And so on and so on.  I said I would phone my friend Pete
Douglas who would be in the First Year Sixth and ask him to look out for
them.  Their eyes opened wide.  Their ideas of big boys at boarding school
were straight out of Tom Brown's Schooldays because the next question was
right there.  Do they make the small boys make toast?  I said no and they
don't toast small boys, either, except on Bonfire Night!  They didn't quite
squeal with delight, their voices were just breaking, so I guessed at
thirteen and three-quarters they had discovered the delights of a boy's
favourite activity and would find out pretty quickly that the other new
bugs would be at the same stage of development.  I didn't dare say anything
about watching out for the predatory males in the Second and Third Years,
or even the Sixth Form, but I knew if I spoke to Pete he would keep a
careful eye on them as both would have scored a one on my bed-worthy scale.
They thawed out fast with all this chat and I could see that McCrae House
was going to have a lively pair in its midst.

     I had to explain that Tom hadn't been at Kinloch but we were great
friends (I left out 'and lovers') and that we were going to study medicine
at Edinburgh.  I think they were quite impressed with that because of
daddy's reputation.  We left with them buzzing with excitement and full of
wanting to go to Kinloch because as their mother had said when we arrived
they had been very apprehensive about leaving home.
     "And what did Shagger Menzies think of that brace of pleasant
peasants?" Tom asked when we had gone no more than ten feet from the Prof's
house.  "Bet he wishes he was still at school to have that pair toasting
his crumpets for him, or warming the bog seat for his lofty Prefectural
bum, or worse."

     I laughed.  Tom's idea of Public School life was also based on
hearsay, rumour and titillating boyhood novels!  But, it was true as far as
'or worse'.  I could see both causing havoc with the hormone-raging older
lads.  They would be like Pete, his wanking pal Jamie, Christopher Phelps
and Dolly condensed into two very fetching young bodies.  I'd taken good
note of them as we talked.  Both had black hair, clear blue eyes and
flawless complexions, not a hint of a spot between them.  They moved and
acted with grace, without that gawkiness of the full-blown growth spurt
adolescent.  If they had been in Rider's House I think they would have cast
them as young angels in any of their more fanciful productions.  "Twat!"  I
responded, "Who was staring fixedly at that one's bum when he went over to
fetch that book off the shelf?  Your sporran rose at least two inches!"  We
were as usual kilted as we were most of the time.  The boys had been very
attentive when I had told them how I had started the now firm tradition of
many lads wearing the kilt to Chapel on Sundays.  They had both said they
would take theirs as they had recently been bought new ones for a wedding
they'd attended.

     "Oh, you mean Will," said Tom absently, "he's very tasty."  "That's
let the cat out of the bag, eh?  You fancied him!  Wait until I get you
home, your sporran won't be shifted by your measly dick for a week.  And
anyhow, how did you know that was Will?  I don't think I could tell them
apart."
     Actually, I had noticed that Geoff had a slight graze on the back of
his hand when we shook hands on being introduced but as they moved around I
just gave up trying to work out who was who.

     "Elementary, Dr Watson," said Tom, looking at me with a disdainful
upturn of his chin.  "Young William has a small but noticeable scar just
above his right eyebrow and I just thought he reminded me so much of Ghazi,
and both of us think he's tasty!"
     "And Geoff had a graze on his hand," I retorted, not to be outdone.
"Ah, yes, but I noticed the permanent, all you saw was something transient
and, like your beauty, it will soon fade!"

     Oh God, I couldn't compete with Tom.  I just laughed but realised he
had been so much more observant than me.  I would have to pull up my
metaphorical socks.
  "And, moreover," he continued, "I was not experiencing a sudden hardon at
that moment, because, like you, I'd had one from the time we sat down, but
I don't fidget and make it look so obvious.  But, I think they're horny
little toads already.  Geoffrey had his eyes fixed on your hairy legs and
young Will kept glancing at mine as well.  There'll be a couple of puddings
pulled with vigour tonight with plenty of mental stimulation."

               To be continued:..........

Note: Several issues are raised in the Sequel which came about because of
content of e-mails I received.  If you feel like writing, please do.  Jo.