Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 22:09:14 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Hut/3

Simon, Spike, Tony and The Hut.
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They laid together in the early morning cuddled up and once again Simon
could not beleive what had gone on between them. Both boys had gone
places neither of them thought would be possible.
Even though they had both tried, neither of them had been able to make a
full penetration, but neither had a problem with it either as they loved
trying and had many a laugh at each others expence. They had agreed to
get some Vaseline for the next time. The fact that Spike wanted a "next
time" made Simon even more happy.
"Simmo, thanks for everything, you dont know how much I wanted all this
to happen with you. I know i'm supposed to be tough and a hard man and I
am when I need to be, but you know me better than anyone now. I am homo
and its a problem because I will be expected to get married and have
loads of kids. Still, maybe there will be a way to be both, married and
queer."
"I am the same, well I suppose all homo's are, but I will find a way. I
hope we can do more of this, at least we are what we want to be even if
we have to be careful how we go about it."
"We will be fine Simmo. Lets forget about the future, there may not be
one anyway."

"YOU? Scored the winning goal? Bloody hell, wish I could have got there."
Simon smiled to himself and thought about "scoring" with Spike after the
game and just about all night as well. "By the time you would have got
there dad, it would have been all over." SLAP!

They were back at the yard and Simon went off to start laying decking to
the forward and stern cabins on "Peace." It would take him a couple of
days and then he would have to work on the hulls of the boats for the
navy with the other men who had been recruited locally. One of them was a
lad of 17 and Simon could not take his eyes off him. The lad was a very
handsome young man and from what Simon could tell after Tony had been
with them a couple of weeks, he seemed a really nice chap. A bit shy and
reserved, but always with a smile not far away.

Tony should not be anything like "a really nice chap" given his
background and miserable life from birth until he finally ran away from
home after the only person in his life died who had tried to protect him,
his mother. The very fact that he was a carbon copy of his mother saved
him from being the total shit his father was.

 This "man" was one of the cruellest men it is possible to imagine. A
work shy thief, an alcoholic, wife beater and wife rapist and loved
beating his son just to show his authority and domination over both of
them. A criminal who had served 10 of his 45 years behind bars before he
did everyone a favour and had a heart attack and died. His death came too
late for Tony as a year before that his mother finally gave up from all
the abuse and Tony ran away aged 10. Tony fell into a life of crime
himself only because he had no choice but to steal to survive. He managed
to escape the law for an incredible two years, sleeping rough and going
out at night to break into shops, homes or any café not secure enough to
stop him getting in. Just after his 12th birthday he was caught and sent
to approve school in Southampton where once again he was bullied and
treated badly and therefore ran away again.

It was at the age of 13 and being chased by police the nimble Tony,
despite his bad diet and unhealthy living, out ran them and ducked into a
church and hid for some time before coming out from under a pew to go
out. It was the most important building he had ever entered.

"I wondered how long you would stay there young man. Trouble with the arm
of the law?" He had just met the Reverend Stamford Williams and an hour
later, Mrs Williams. They took him in and became the two people in his
life since his mother, who really cared for him as a real person. They
gave him the life he should have had for his first 13 years and he became
so settled and confident, his losses in education and health improved so
much he made up for lost time and after only two years he got an
apprenticeship with a local firm of carpenters and went from good to even
better. His new life was complete when the William's adopted him and he
could at last sever the ties of birth from his father. He became Anthony
Tennant-Williams, Tennant being his mothers maiden name.

The Rev Williams had his nose into many pies and it was he who found out
about Andrew Walsh's boat building company and after a few enquiries got
Tony a place there thinking it would keep him out of the war in a
protected occupation and at the same time get him fully qualified for the
future. Tony's character that had been subdued by his violent father now
came to the fore and everyone who came into contact with him now thought
of him as "a really nice chap." However, there was one issue in Tony's
life that even talking to the Williams's was impossible for him to do. He
was on his own with this one. During the years of excellent care and
education Tony for the first time in his life took real notice of a naked
boy, well several naked boys, in the showers after PE lessons and that of
course was his problem.

Briton declared war on Germany on the 3rd September 1939 and on the 4th
all able bodied males who had reached their 16th birthday and men up to
the age of 60 years were ordered to attend a meeting in the village
church hall. Simon and his father as well as all the men from
Andrew's company were there waiting for the appearance from the people
who would address them. Meanwhile the British sense of humour popped up
when someone shouted out that if the Huns dropped a bomb now, "Lots of
us will be dead and most women without a cock!"
"Don't worry mate, the Yanks will be here soon!"
"Vera Lynne can have mine!"
"And mine!"
"And mine!"
"She already had mine!"

A retired Army and Naval officer as well as a couple of local Counsellors
addressed the meeting. Everyone of them had a new lease of life and once
again found themselves in a position of authority that they thought had
gone after the Great War. They were treated to speeches from the first
three which amounted to nothing more than the need for everyone to
prepare for a great deal of hard work and an uncertain future, which the
audience were more than aware of anyway. They spoke of King and Country,
backs to the wall, the struggle ahead ect ect.
Simon knew his dad was getting pissed off with the wind bags on the stage
because his remaining foot started banging on the floor. He was about to
say something, but too late Andrew Walsh got to his foot and shouted to
the three that had spoken. "You do realise that most adults you are
lecturing to, know all about hard work, backs to the wall, WAR and all
that bullshit? WE WERE THERE! Now, tell us something we don't know or I
will go and do something useful." The Army officer stood up and at least
had some thing to tell them.
"I am to become "Officer in Command" of what will be called the Local
Defence Volunteers (later to become the Home Guard, or as it became
affectionately known, "Dad's Army.") and responsible for area defence
against German invasion and civil defence, God help us! All males over
the age of 45 will have to report to me in the near future for training
and the type of work we will be responsible for. I have already written
to several of you who were NCO's in the last war who will become
instructors. I will also be bringing together lads of 16, 17 and 18 for
fire fighting and first aid training as well as local patrols around our
forests and woodland areas. I want to see boys of that age at the scout
hut at 19 00 hrs on Wednesday. Is that good enough Mr Walsh?"
"Its Lieutenant Commander Walsh Major, glad someone talked some sense."
"Thank you Commander Walsh, perhaps we could meet up soon?"
"Of course Major Watson."

Fifteen lads reported to the scout hut as ordered which included Spike
the new lad from the boat yard, Tony Tennant-Williams and of course
Simon. Simon could not be happier sitting between these two great looking
blokes and thinking about what he and Spike had got up to a number of
times now. They all got stuck into first aid training and listening to a
talk by the Major about woodland patrols.

"Most of you have a fair knowledge about countryside matters, I see most
of you were scouts anyway. This is not much more than going out on early
morning and night patrols to look out for any signs of German parachutes
or evidence that they may had landed. Certainly the War Department thinks
it could happen. Its a possibility I suppose and with Southampton and
Portsmouth so close, a prime area of interest to them. It could also be
possible that Germans could already be living here for some years spying.
Anyway even if it sounds a bit daft, there is no reason not to have
patrols just in case. There are 15 of you and so I will split you up into
five three man teams and give you your patrol rotas and areas, you should
be doing about two patrols a week. The LDV will also be involved when I
can get the old boys to walk again." Simon got in first and asked if he,
Spike and Tony could be a team and got the answer he wanted. Spike
grinned like hell and knew what Simon was really hoping for, he
certainly did, they both wondered about Tony. Tony on his part could not
be happier and wondered about the other two.

Two days later the three of them got on old bikes and rode off to their
patrol area at the unearthly hour of 06 30. After an hour cycling around
in circles and with no specific plan in mind they came across an old
woodman's hut and stopped to look inside.
"Not exactly home from home, but it will do me and therefore you two as
well." Spike had made all their minds up. Simon and Tony set too and
tidied the place up a bit and Spike went off to find firewood and hoped
the wood burner would not blow up when he lit it. It was now habitable
for them to take on their new role in helping to defend their area
of Great Briton.
"Right lads, all set to beat the crap out of the Jerries? Anyone see
any?"
"No." Both Simon and Tony said.
"Ok shut the door and lets get some fucking sleep." The hut warmed up
quickly and with four handy blankets they spread them on the floor and
settled down. Simon made sure he was in the middle and as it was still
quite dark he risked a fiddle by running his hand inside Spike's
trousers. Spike laughed out loud and at the same time slipped his hand
down Simon's trousers. Tony told them to be quite. "How can I listen out
for German parachutists if you make that fucking noise?"
"How the fuck can you hear a parachute drop?"
"You would be surprised what I can hear, now shut up I'm tired." The boys
fell silent with Simon and Spike enjoying themselves waiting for Tony to
drop off. They didn't have long to wait and looked and smiled at one
another as they heard his steady breathing. They loved the risk of
opening their flies and in turn they gave each other the mouth treatment
on two very hard members. Neither of them went the whole way like that,
but satisfied themselves with a gentle wank and as they came each had
a hand clamped over their mouths.
Protecting the country from the Nazi hoards, it seemed, was not THAT bad.

All three woke up an hour later and agreed that it was time for a mug of
tea and sandwiches they had bought with them before setting off to round
up the Germans. Tony spoilt the whole thing though and after he said what
he needed to, three of Briton's last line of defence failed in their
duty.

Tony was 5ft 6, he was very slim and seemed to be in great shape. His
blond hair was long and seemed to have a life of its own by flopping
around all over the place. What had caught Simon's eye as soon as he saw
him was Tony's own deep blue eyes. He was incredibly good looking.
They drank and eat in silence and Tony shoved another log in the wood
burner. "Bit of a waste that Tony, we supposed to be going out soon."
Tony's reply was one the other two would never forget. "Why should we? I
mean why the fuck bother going out looking for Germans who are still
goose stepping outside Hitler's gaff and are more likely to be fucking
one another at one of his Youth Camps? I mean you two have been messing
about so why go out and get cold for nothing if we can be in here and all
THREE of us mess about?" Simon shoved another log on the fire and Tony
breathed a sigh of relief! He was about to experience something that had
been troubling him since his life had been turned round by the wonderful
Williams's.

"Do you like kissing Tony?" Simon asked. Tony shrugged his
shoulders, lent into Simon and kissed him.
"Yes."
"Do you like stripping off Tony?" Spike asked. Tony took the lot off and
stood naked before the other two.
"Yes."
They looked at this petite seventeen year old and wondered at the beauty
of him. Dead slim, everything in the right place and in great shape and
as for that stiffy sticking straight up pointing at them it meant that
all three were naked in seconds and Simon on his knees with all 6 inches
of Tony in his mouth. Tony closed his eyes with sheer pleasure which was
made even better when Spike kissed him. Meanwhile down below Simon was in
his own heaven as he now had two cocks to suck.

For the next half hour there was a wonderful uncoordinated "attack" on
each other by the other two as they explored one another's bodies in
blissful homosexuality with lips, tongues and hands. Each boy would put
one of them in this or that position while he in turn was twisted all
over the place so those lips, tongues or hands could get to the place of
interest. Finally they settled into a cock sucking ring with Simon
sucking Tony, Tony sucking Spike and Spike sucking Simon. Like that they
bought one another to the point of no return and each of them fired
off their first combined shots of the war.

After that combined coming they stayed quiet for a while regaining their
breath in readiness to return to the defence of Britain and its Empire,
but not until another log was put on the fire.
Spike sat up and put Simon in front of him and wrapped his arms around
his body. Tony caught on and sat in front of Simon while he too wrapped
arms around the newest member of the fuck club. Nobody said a word for
some time, just happy to be like this in all the beauty of three, almost,
men loving the time they had spent like they had. The wonder of young men
who had shared this time together and hoped there would be many
more times like it.

"I wonder how many more are like us in the country. There must be
thousands. We are a village of about 1000 people and at least three
queers and we cant be the only ones around the country." Tony was being
philosophical.
"How many homo's will die in this fucking war." Spike wondered.
 "Lets hope none of us." Simon tried to dismissed the thought, but had a
sudden dreadful premonition.

As the weeks went by the lads became very close and a firm friendship
grew. The woodman's hut was the only area that the boys ever guarded
although they did compromise at times and took a longer ride back to
Hamble. They were more than sure their patrol were not the only ones to
use the hut and all of them wondered if the same things went on with the
other lads as with them. Oddly enough none of this trio wanted to find
out. They were happy with just them and each knew his feelings for the
other two was equally strong, dangerously so for 1939.

"Happy Christmas dad. Shall I cook the chicken or do you want to
incinerate it?" Andrew said nothing and handed Simon a package. "Happy
Christmas son. Its nothing new, but I know you will like it." Simon sat
in his chair and unwrapped the parcel and already guessed what it was. He
was about to be thrilled. The binoculars had belonged to his grandfather
and then his father and now him. He took them out of the battered case
with a huge smile at his father. "Thanks dad, are you telling me I can
join up when the time comes?"
"Could I stop you?" Simon got up and went to his father and hugged him.
"I love you dad and I promise the binoculars will be safe."
"I love you too son and you better BOTH be safe." And then ruined the
whole thing, "Those binoculars are very precious!"

Unknown to Simon, his father had already spoken to some ex naval friends
to try to find a path for his son to enter the navy as an navigation
officer when he reach the minimum age and Simon wanted to join up, he
knew he would. In a way Simon guessed something had been said as his
father once again refreshed him on the art of navigation time and time
again. As it was Simon was already more than qualified, it was just a
matter of waiting and his father praying it would all be over before
Simon got involved. It would not happen of course.

Father and son were listening to the radio and toasted one another on the
first stroke of Big Ben on the 1st January 1940 and both wondered if
there would be a repeat of the toast in a years time. Neither mentioned
it and instead finished the rum off and went to bed. Simon laid on his
back wishing the other two were there as well, he was wide awake. Despite
what was going on in Europe, North Africa and the Far East, Simon could
be forgiven that his thoughts returned to the last day of 1939 and the
trio's activities defending their hut from the Huns. As he thought, he
stroked a rather stiff 6 inches of himself, smiling all the time.

They had warmed the Hut up and now all three were naked and kissing
whilst stroking someone else cock. After a lot of this Spike broke away.
" Right, who's first?" They all looked at one another laughing their
heads off. "Its my Vaseline, so its me." Simon said and without another
word laid down on his back and waited for the other two to work out who
would fuck him. "I'm the oldest, so its me." Spike did not wait for Tony
to object and got down on his knees and opened the jar. He got a dollop
out and fed it into Simon's rear end. His finger broke into the tunnel
and Simon mumbled something like, "FUCK!" Spike continued to feed his
finger into Simon and was encouraged by Simon announcing that it felt,
"fucking great!" Both Spike and Tony were by now really worked up
as Simon spread his legs and told Spike to, "get on with it." Spike
covered his weapon with a large amount of Vaseline and lined himself up
to the entrance of Simon's bum. The next bit was what all three had
thought about for months and each were in their own worlds as Spike
applied pressure and then more and then even more until suddenly, POP, he
was in and Simon was in great pain.
"You ok Simmo?"
"NO! But don't stop. Tony let me suck you."
"Okay, but don't bite the fucker off!" Tony sank to his knees and gave
Simon his cock which he took in right to the base in an effort to
distract his mind from the invasion from Spike's 7 inches. CHRIST IT
HURT! But then, suddenly..............it didn't!
"Bloody hell Spike, its getting better, just take it slow, Christ its
amazing!" and carried on sucking. Tony was more than relieved, he was
going to keep his cock after all. He leaned over and took his cock out of
Simon's mouth and kissed him as a thank you, but at the same time
something else happened to both of them. They both looked at one another
and saw on each face an expression they did not understand. They needed
to kiss again and after some time Tony again looked at Simon, the same
expressions were there only this time they smiled widely at one another.

Now things were much better for Simon and all three were happy especially
Spike who was getting close as he slowly stroked into his friend and he
warned both of the others that his end was nigh. He gave a running
commentary as he approached the inevitable and as he got closer his
breathing became quicker as did his fucking.
"Oh hell, here it comes boys!" With just two more strokes into Simon his
whole body tensed and stayed deep inside Simon as the first of many
explosions erupted from his balls, up the 7 inch length of cock and into
Simon's back passage. Spike collapsed on top of Simon and Simon wrapped
his legs around Spike. Both boys smiled at one another and kissed.

"Who's next?" Asked Tony. Spike was still coming back to earth so did not
really have a voice in proceedings from now on. Instead he allowed
himself to be taken off Simon and put on his knees with his face on the
blankets while Tony administered Vaseline into his tunnel. Tony was wound
up like a spring and after covering himself he got straight down to
business and before Spike knew what was really happening he felt Tony's 6
inches enter him and did not stop until every inch was inside. He didn't
feel a thing. Tony was pumping away in a world of his own making and
having the time of his life. Simon was watching all this going on and HAD
to get involved. He stopped Tony and did the Vaseline bit on both of
them and as gently as possible he entered Tony who took it all in,
ignoring the pain that came with it.

It was as though they had set this to music as both Simon and Tony fucked
in harmony as they approached the final act. The end was with them both
now and they yelled out as they came at the same time in great wads and
now all three for the first time in their young lives had something
belonging to someone else stuck up their beautiful behinds.

They collapsed together kissing softly and holding one another in their
arms for a very long time. They had had sex a number of times now, but
nothing like this. The beauty of what they had experienced together was
more than anyone of them had thought could be this special. This was
not just sex, it was three VERY close friends making love to one another.

Simon realised he had come all over his hand as he relived that wonderful
time. In his mind he was back in the hut and forgot he was in his bed at
the start of a new year.

"That thing will snap off one day young man!" Simon's father called from
his bed. Obviously he had heard Simon as he wanked himself off.

"Yours didn't." Simon called from his.
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