Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 14:37:22 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Hut/2

This is a bit short, but sweet I hope you agree. Nifty did not exist in
those days of course, but I know that if it did Simon would have donated,
hope you do too. Thanks.
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The Football Match
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It would be a few days before the new equipment arrived and so Simon
asked his dad if he could work on the boat and start fitting her out
until it had all been put in place. Simon was not disappointed when his
dad said no. "Reverand Peters is coming down later this morning and he
will bless and name her, I want us all out when he arrives. When she is
blessed and named you can spend time on her."

Rev Peters duly arrived and Andrew, Simon and the five men who had worked
at the yard for years all stood round and listened as the Reverand prayed
over the boat and named her, "PEACE." It was a word Andrew's late wife
often used during the Great War.

"May God bless her and all those who sail in her," And added, "and may
God bless us all whether we are at sea, in the air or on land in the hope
that we will come through all that is about to happen and to live in
PEACE as this craft tells us." There was no breaking a bottle over her
bow. It was done and the little ceremony came to an end. Simon went to
his dad's office and got the plans out and began to work out the order
for fitting out. Simon's first job was to fix her name on both sides of
the bow and on her stern. She now had a name and Simon felt she was a
complete boat at least in knowing what to call her even if he had no idea
what her future would be and how long it would be now before she could go
to sea and become an important part of someones life. He, like millions
more were waiting with the uncertainty of the future and whether there
was one at all. Typical of his age he tried to shrug it off and thought
about more important issues like having sex, he was screaming out to
"loose it."

It was August 1939 and he found out he had been selected to play for the
Hamble Boys in the Hampshire Boys Football League against the Totton
Boys. He knew he had only been selected because of injuries to two other
lads, but pretended he had been first choice.

He shouted to his dad that he was off. "Good luck, don't score too many.
I will be at the yard all day and most probably well into the night."
Simon shut the door and began the steep climb up the road towards a bend
and then onto a track that led to the football field. He was already in
his kit, dark blue long sleeve shirt with two wide white bands around the
chest, long black shorts and dark blue thick socks. He had his heavy
leather boots wrapped round his neck and carried his shin pads. At least
he looked the part.

Up ahead of him he saw four of his team mates. One of them, Spike Smith
turned and looked back at Simon. Simon knew Spike quite well and liked
him. He was a big built lad, 17 and one of the nicer lads when they were
at school together. They only met now at football matches, Spike was
their goal keeper. He held back and waited for Simon to catch up.

"Hi Simmo, you ready to be usless again?" And laughed out loud. "Been
practising all week Spike! Cheeky fucker." They walked together chatting
about the game and guessing what would happen if Briton went to war.
"Fuck knows Simmo, we will just have to wait and see. My dad says I cant
join up, but I will just fuck off and join the navy anyway." There was a
long pause. "Simmo, would you like to come back to my place after the
match, mum dad and my brother are away till Monday and I thought we could
spend some time together? You never know when any of us will see one
another again." Simon could not beleive what he was hearing and just
stared at Spike.
"That a yes then Simmo?" They looked at one another again and in that
moment Simon knew he could be about to "loose it."
"Yes."

The two teams were bought together and there was a big surprise for all
of them. A bloke they had never seen before told them to be quite.
"My name is Black and I'm one of the organizers of the league and have to
tell you this will be the last game of the season now and no one knows
when the next one will be. Most of the adults involved in the league will
be off soon and therefore the compitition will cease as from this match.
The winners of the league will be those with most points after this game
and the other fixtures have been played today. If there are equal points,
those teams will share the top spot. Have a good game."

Jimmy Marshall, the Hamble Boys trainer gave out his team orders. "Simmo,
your on the right wing and do what your good at, run like fuck, but try
to keep the ball with you at the same time, for once." Simon did not have
much choice but laugh with the rest of the team, but was pleased when
Spike slapped him on the back and told him he would be fine. Simon forgot
about football and instead thought about going to Spike's house and what
COULD happen when they got there.

The first half was a disaster for the Hamble Boys and after just ten
minutes they were a goal down. The pitch was as flat as a meadow with
lumps all over it, poor Spike went one way and the ball the other. There
were no goal nets and Spike had to retrieve the ball which had ended up
in the stinging nettles.

Simon ran the whole length of the pitch and back many times but did not
touch the ball once for most of the first half and when it was eventually
past to him he miss kicked and the ball landed at the feet of the Totton
center forward who touched the ball and scored their second goal via the
right hand post. The Hamble Boys said lots of violent things to Simon
while the Totton Boys celebrated assuming a certain win which could
possibly take them to the top of the league and Champion winners.

"You fucking twats!" Mr.Marsall shouted and everyone looked at Simon.
"Simmo, do us all a favour and get sent off?" That was the end of half
time team talk.

Simon was determined to play a lot better in the second half and for one
reason only, if he ballsup again Spike could withdraw his offer for him
to go back to his place. So, with that in mind he drew inspiration from a
bloke who was making a name of himself in the big time with Stoke City,
Stanley Mathews, but even with Mathews inspiration it would not become
too apparent for quite some time for our right winger. Simon would only
kick the ball two more times in the whole match.

The ball eventually came to him at great speed and all Simon could do was
thump it or it would have gone over the side line. The ball climbed many
feet and towards the Totton goal. The defender for them must have been in
the same league as Simon because he just stood there looking terrified as
the heavy leather ball reentered the earths atmosphere and smacked him on
the head knocking him out and therefore did not see the ball deflect into
his own goal. Both Totton and Hamble went mad for quite different
reasons. Simon's earlier fuck up was forgiven even though his kick had
been a total fluke.

The equaliser was indeed a very good goal after some brilliant football
by the Hamble center forward. He had picked the ball up just inside the
Totton half and took the ball past four of them and when he was just
outside the Totton penalty area unleashed a tremendous strike that saw
their goal keeper having to retrieve the ball deep into the stinging
nettles. Two all and the match could now go either way.

There was just five minutes to go and four and a half before Simon's
greatest sporting moment that he hoped he would be recounting time and
time again to all who would listen for years to come.

Spike had just made a great save that kept things at two all. He threw
the ball over arm which was picked up by the center half and after two
passes it ended up at the feet of the center forward. Just about all of
the Totton boys desended upon him and all he could do was kick the ball
back, but not realising it was Simon who would get to it first. Simon was
half way into the Totton half and was running at full speed towards the
ball consentrating like never before. The ball was about 10 yards from
him when it struck a turf and bounced over it. It reached Simon at just
the right height and all he had to do was complete the kick that he was
already into. Foot hit ball and ball screamed off foot at tremendous
speed and all anyone could do was stand still and watch as it curled
towards the Totton goal and go in, the goal keeper did not have time to
move, except go even further into the nettles to get the ball back.

Simon was surrounded by all the team and loved every second of the
adulation given to him, but the best was from Spike who picked him up
with his strong arms wrapped round a very happy Simon. It also gave Simon
the excuse to wrap his around Spike's neck and hold on tight.

The outcome of that match was Totton had to settle for third place
leaving Hamble in seventh. The Winchester boys won their match and the
league, of course!
The Totton team left and for once the Hamble boys hung around knowing
this was the last match for some time now and each of them wondering who
would be playing when the football started again. Gradually they left and
Spike drew Simon away and they started to walk slowly back down the lane
towards the road in silence. Simon had no idea what Spike was thinking
and just hoped it was similar to what he was. He had no idea what to say
or do and just hoped Spike would lead the way.
"Simmo can we just sit for a while?"
They found a spot over looking the village, it was quite private and they
sat side by side and not for the first time Simon thought how lovely the
scene was. He could see his fathers boat yard and the Hamble river. He
could just make out "Peace" on her cradle and once again thought about
war.

They were sitting touching and Simon found himself leaning against Spike.
Spike put his arm around Simon and both boys content to be like this.
"Simmo, i'm fucking shit scared. Its going to kick off and for me anyway
I will be glad when it does. At least we will know just how much shit we
are in. That's why I want to join up and I wont let dad stop me."
"I will join the navy as well when I get old enough, my dad wont like it
either, but I know he will let me go." Simon sat quietly and looked up at
Spike who returned his look. "I hope we both come through all this
Spike."
Neither boy felt uncomforatble and neither had any problem leaning
towards each other and kissing.

Simon could not believe how easy it all was. For months he had been
dreaming of this to happen and shit scared if he tried anything on with a
lad, but here he was, with one of the toughest boys in the village and it
was him that made everything so easy for Simon. Two boys together,
neither in love with the other, but more importantly two scared kids who
needed this phyisical touch for two reasons. One, because that's what
both of them had been thinking about for months and two, like this they
both felt safer at this time of uncertaintly. Whatever the reasons, they
are still at it as I write.

Spike broke away and looked at Simon. He wanted to take this to the next
level, but once again he felt uncertain. He had often looked at Simon and
knew he wanted to get involved with him. Well, he had got so far, but now
was the big one. Simon was about to help him out.
"Spike, I dont mind." Spike smiled back at Simon and laid him down and
kissed him again, but now put his hand on Simon's thigh and began to
stroke under his long shorts.

In those days underware was very much the option and not common in
working class lads or their fathers either and this was the case with
these two. Spike would get unrestricted access to Simon and it was both
their wish that Spike continued to stroke up the length of Simon's thigh
and both of their heart beats increasing as Spike got nearer and nearer
Simon's private area and when eventually Spike's large hand arrived, both
of them gave out a sigh and then another one as Simon managed to get his
hand under the waist band of Spike's shorts and take him in hand as well.
"Fuck Simmo, you have no idea how long I wanted this with you. Fuck its
great!"

There would be no more than what they were doing now, just stroking one
another and kissing. They both knew it would not be long, they were both
so wound up and of course Simon was going back to Spike's home anyway and
that could lead to many other things between them both.

They reached the point of their masterbating when that glourious feeling
came across them both. "Simmo, i'm coming, fuck i'm..............." Spike
tensed his entire body and gasped as the first of many shots eruped from
him all over Simon's hand and inside his shorts. Feeling and hearing
Spike bought Simon to his own end and he also called out as he too
ejaculated three times with his body recoiling to every one of them.

Simon remained on his back with Spike's head on his chest still holding
onto one another. There would be a lot of that over the next few hours
and overnight.

They eventually got up and without a word walked the short distance to
Spike's home, Spike wondering how far Simon would let him go and Simon
hoping Spike would go all the way! Still, the walk was a happy one with
both boys thinking about what they had done and that both had forgotten
about the war. So, the lesson is obvious. If two teenage boys can have
sex and forget about fighting, so should a few adults running this messed
up world.

"Hello dad, i'm at Spike Smith's place, is it ok if I stay the night?"
Simon already knew he would say it was fine.
"Only if you scored and we won."
"We did and I scored the winning goal."
"Liar, but you can stay anyway." Dads are really crap at times.
"Thanks dad will be home in time for work." Simon turned and looked at
the naked Spike. Naked himself he went to Spike and they wrapped arms
around one another and once again kissed.
"Come on short arse lets get in the bath."

Spike was 5ft 10 and very well built, but he carried no extra weight, all
hard muscle and as strong as an ox. He did not have a defined body
because that was not the thing in those days, but one thing for sure was
no defined jock of the present time could be stronger than Spike. A
gentle giant of his day was our Spike and for Simon more than he could
ever wish as a sex mate. They were going places that both had wanted to
go for ages and both having no doubts it was coming up to all
expectations and beyond.

They sat in the bath facing one another with Simon sitting between Spikes
legs and both boys holding the others rather stiff member.
"How big are you Spike? Feels like 7 inches."
"Never measured it, but I guess your right. Bigger than you that's for
sure."
"Do you recon you could get it in my bum?"
"Could try, but its going to hurt Simmo."
"Dont care, lets try." Without another word Simon turned round and waited
for Spike to do the business. It didn't work, but they had a marvelous
time trying and laughing the whole time.

They washed each other and finally got out of the bath and dried off.
They stood looking at the other and Simon allowed himself to be taken to
Spike's single bed. Once there they spent a couple of hours exploring one
anothers bodies with hands, lips and tongues. It was Simon who arrived at
Spike's rear end first and once his tongue touched Spikes button he
nearly took off with the sensation as Simon licked and kissed that very
special place. Simon was given the same treatment with the same result as
the hero of the football match became a squirming mess as he thrashed
about with Spike hanging on to him with all his considerable strength.
Finally they settled into a 69 and took their time bringing one another
to a sensational final act as they both erupted at the same time, all
over one another.

Back in the bath Spike cuddled Simon into his chest and there they stayed
until the water got so cold they had to go back to bed.

I think we should leave them like that until they wake up, assuming of
course they actually got to sleep in the first place?
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