Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 19:15:57 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Hut/6

Simon took the boat clear of the harbour and went out into the channel a
mile before altering course west and towards Southampton. They had found
a sheet of marine ply wood to fit over one of the smashed windows and
nailed it in place, at least one of them could stay out of the direct
wind while it rushed through the open one. They had put on as much
clothing as they could, but it was going to be a cold journey this time,
especially at this time of night. The weather forecast was good though
and they hoped it would get warmer when the sun came up. Until then they
just put up with it and took it in turns at the wheel, one hour on one
off. They were making a comfortable 8 knots with 4 more to call on if he
felt they needed them. At this speed they would get back by 2pm, but as
it turned out it would take much longer.

Apart from sailing there was little else they could do and even talking
was not that easy because of the rush of wind coming through the broken
window. Finally Simon rigged up two ropes that he anchored at each side
of the wheel house and after he made sure the heading was right, he tied
the other end tight to the top wheel spoke. That way they could both get
behind the blanked out window and out of the direct wind coming through
it. It did not make that much difference, but it helped a little. He
constantly checked the heading and would often have to take the ropes off
to correct the bearing. More than anything, it kept them busy.

Their fortunes changed somewhat when the sun got up and the wind backed
and now came in directly behind them. Simon throttled back slightly and
let the wind take them. It took 2 knots off their speed, but what the
heck, they had plenty of time.
"Well DONE Capn Jones, I would have done that hours ago."
"Like bring the sun up two hours ahead of time? Thick shit."
"I have more powers than you know about. For instance I can make your
cock go hard without even touching it! How's that then?"
"Prick, that always happens, like now, wanna suck?" They cuddled in and
laughed and coughed at the same time. Neither of them had had a
proper wash let alone have a bath since leaving home and the pair of them
did whiff a bit. All they could do was throw a bucket over the side and
have a splash. Blow jobs were definitely off the menu for some time
yet. Some people would be thinking how they went about ablutions, simple,
its called an "aft dump."

With a reduced speed by two knots led them to their next situation which
at first they thought would be their end.
Another two hours went by and it was Tony who saw the 109 first coming at
them from astern. If they had continued at the original speed they would
have been 7 miles or so further on and would most probably not have been
seen by the German pilot.

"SIMON! 109 COMING AT US!"
"WHERE?"
"Behind, look!"
"Its called AFT you twerp." The 109 was still some distance away and was
not coming at them that fast, not like the first time they were attacked
AND it was being flown well to their port side. They watched as the
aircraft continued its course at no more than a 100 mph and as it got
abreast of them wagged its wings and then broke off to port and flew off
about a mile and then circled a couple of times. The pilot again took his
aircraft back aft of them and repeated his fly past and once again turned
to port and went to the same spot and circled. After he had completed
that second 360 degrees he wagged his wings and opened his throttle and
flew away. "He is telling us there is someone out there Tony, lets go and
look."
"I was just about to say that as well."
"Course you were and I bet you are going to tell me you are going on top
of the wheel house with the binoculars and look out?"
"Course I was, what are you going to do?"
"Have a wank, piss off."

"Bloody hell Simon, there IS someone there. He is about a mile just off
the port bow. How's that me hearty for good navy talk?" Tony shouted.
"Not bad I suppose. We are about to meet our first German then, wonder if
he was the one who attacked us, I hope, just keep an eye on him, they
carry Lugers so I read somewhere. Come back in here." Simon had turned to
where the 109 had circled and opened up to full speed, the pilot could be
injured and in trouble.
He was absolutely right, he was having a bad time and his broken arm did
not help. The only thing Simon got wrong was he was not German but, in
fact RAF.

Simon took "Peace" to the pilot, he was still alive, but in some pain.
"Christ lads am I pleased to see you, were the hell did you come from?"
"Bloody hell, your English! You hurt?"
"Broken my right arm, drunk half the channel and shit myself. Apart from
that I couldn't be better." It was a struggle but with the pilot pulling
with his good arm on the rope that was still attached and Simon and Tony
grabbing the back of his jacket they got him on board and took him into
the wheel house. He was very wet and cold and the only thing was to get
him out of his clothes and wrap him in blankets. Both lads could not help
but admire a lovely looking young man with a great body and even better
cock! He did stink a bit though. Later Tony would hang his trousers over
the side to get rid of the bowel donation. He had not noticed the
admiring looks he was getting and began to shake instead, he was in
shock. They had some tea left in the flask and gave him a cup hoping that
would help. Simon left Tony to sort him out with a whispered warning.
"Touch him and you will replace him in the Channel!"
"Might be worth it. He is lovely!" Tony's smile was a killer.

Simon now had the boat at full speed and once again thanked their luck in
having perfect conditions to sail. After a short time the pilot was able
to introduce himself and how he ended up in the channel.
"I am John Masterson, Sergeant Pilot with 425 Squadron. We fly
Hurricane's and I'm in deep shit when I get back for getting shot down. I
was only on a training flight and told not to go over the channel. The
first I knew I was in trouble was when my tail was shot off. I managed to
bail out and it must have been then when I broke my arm. I JUST had
enough height for my chute to open, but it settled over me when I ditched
and covered me. I had to fight to get it off and to make matters worse I
had not done my life jacket up properly. Still, I made it and I was only
in the water about half hour before you came along. Thanks lads, I'm
pretty sure I would not have lasted long."
"Maybe you should thank the German who must have seen us and guided us to
you. Without him we would not even know you where there. Makes you think
about what some of the enemy are really like, if there was more like him
we may not be at war in the first place."
"Maybe I can look for him after the war and thank him properly, mind you
if they invade he may find me!" They made him as comfortable as possible
and he actually slept.

"SHUT UP!" Simon pretended to be annoyed.
"But he IS very good looking Simon, he has a lovely body and young as
well, just your sort I should think." Simon let go of the wheel and
grabbed Tony and kissed him.
"NOW shut up!" Tony lent against him and put his arm around Simon's
waist.

John woke up and chatted to Simon, Tony was at the helm, but could hear
what was being said. It was quite revealing.
"Look don't take this wrong, but I was awake when you two kissed, I am so
pleased we are not the only ones."
"We?"
"Yes, my friend is in the same squadron as me. His name is Robin
Osborn he is an engine fitter and he takes care of my plane. Mind you its
a bit damp and lost now! We have to be so careful and I guess you have to
as well. It's all so hypocritical isn't it? I can fly and die for my King
and country, Pat can get bombed and killed for his King and country, even
though we are not old enough to vote, but they would throw both of us in
jail for being in love. When WILL people wake up and try to understand
that homosexuals have been a part of this planet since man first
saw another man and grabbed his cock?!"
"How long have you two been together?" Tony asked.
"Six months. We knew as soon as we first met and after half an hour
talking I just grabbed him and took him to my room and hoped I had not
fucked up. As it turned out I hadn't and we both fell in love there and
then. He is so lovely and if we get through this shit, we will find a way
to stay together. What about you two?" Simon and Tony took it in turns to
tell John about themselves and the involvement with Spike. They both
found it very comforting to be able to talk about one another while
talking to a total stranger. It was all so pleasant and for these three,
normal. "Bloody hell and here is me thinking Robin and I were the only
ones in love. Now I have met you two and it makes me so fucking happy. I
would love it if we could all meet up after the war just to see how we
all are in peace time. Mind you we will have another war to win getting
the closed minds to open up. I guess it will be easier beating the
Nazi's." Tony agreed to give John their phone number and he promised to
call when it was all over. "Oh, by the way, we WILL come through this and
Germany will be defeated. It will take at least another four years, maybe
more, but we will win, but millions still alive now will die before that
clown in Germany and that other one in Italy are no more. Remember what I
have just said ok?"
"Will the four of us come through John?" Tony asked. John looked at them
both and pursed his lips.
"I cant answer that Tony."

When they got back to the boat yard all the lads were waiting for them,
they had been spotted as soon as they got into the Southampton Water and
someone had rung Freddy Bowing, the foreman of the boat yard to let him
know "Peace" was half hour away.

Freddy was not one to show emotion normally, but he made an exception to
his rule as he shook their hands and gave the pair of them a hug. "You
shits you don't know how worried we have been. We know about your dad
Simon, I have spies everywhere and glad he seems to be fine. Who's this?"

There was a lot to explain and talk about, the lads wanted to know all
that had happened at Dunkirk, John wanted to know as well and wished he
could stay a few days. What he was really thinking about was the big
trouble he was in when he got back and not just his CO either, Robin
would also roast him for ages and then thank the German pilot, Simon and
Tony had saved him! This was all fresh news about what they did at
Dunkirk and they had a captive audience, but really all Simon and Tony
wanted to do was get home, light the fires and get clean. After that
there would be something else to do!

They called John's base and told them he would be taken to the cottage
hospital in Hamble. They said goodbye to him and all wished one another
good luck and hoped they would meet up after the war which John had
predicted would ultimately be a humiliating defeat for Nazi Germany.

Simon also rang the hospital and asked them to let his father know they
had got back safely. He was told that Andrew was comfortable and in a
couple of days he would have the bullet removed from his shoulder. He
sent his and Tony's love and finally they were able to be together, just
them and no one else to be a part of their own little world. "Freddy we
need a couple of days off, is that ok?" Freddy smiled at them. "At least
two days boys, fuck off and only come back when you are ready."

Simon opened the unlocked front door and they went into a very cold
cottage, it would be sometime before it would warm up. It made them even
more determined to get the fires lit in the range and lounge and the fire
under the copper as well and filled it with water so they could, at last,
get clean. It would take an hour or so, but they were in no hurry and the
only thing they had to worry about was trying to control themselves
before they got naked and joined together. Both of them stank and only a
good soak and body clean would attract one to the other!
"Oi stinky, you want a kiss?" Tony called from the living room.
"NO! Not now anyway."
"Fuck you!"
"Later, my dick needs warming up first otherwise it wont get hard."
"You wanna bet?"

"Stew is ready my lover boy!" Simon climbed down from their
bedroom after changing the linen, the large kettle was already on to fill
two water bottles to take up later.
They did not realised until now just how hungry they were and between
them finished the whole lot which would have fed a family of six and also
an entire loaf that they bought on the way home. They sat back and
belched their appreciation of the food which was made even better when
Simon told Tony the water was ready.
A few minutes later two beautiful 17 year olds were naked and cuddled up
facing one another for the first time since before going to Dunkirk.
One of the plusses of wood burning coppers was that the water never got
cold. In fact you had to have a cold water supply to cool it down a bit
and so the boys always had a handy bucket of cold water to keep the
bollocks from being poached. A down side was that every now and again you
would have to get out and put another log on to keep the thing going. The
fire below the copper was very small and could only be fed one small log
at a time. Mind you these two loved to see the other get out to tend the
fire and at the same time get a close up view of a very beautiful bum!

Two very clean boys finally got out and dried each other off, after that
they drained the copper and filled it with fresh water. They wrapped
blankets around themselves and went into the living room and sat on the
thick carpet in front of the fire. They faced one another and adjusted
the blankets and all that could be seen were their heads and both of them
together kissing. In fact as it turned out that's all they would be
doing.

Over the past nine days they had all been totally focused in the Dunkirk
evacuation and had no time to think about themselves or indeed anything
else. The trauma of witnessing some horrific sights and scenes. The gun
fire, air attacks, the dead and dying, the screams of the wounded, men
who had lost their best mate. The attack on their boat and the serious
injury to Andrew and Gary and Tony's fight to reduce the blood flow by
taking it in turns forcing the wound closed using their thumb and first
finger while the other one wiped it clean.

Of course there was a lot to celebrate, the hundreds of men they had
pulled out of the sea, both British and French, the incredible experience
when the German pilot flew over them to get them to rescue John. But, it
had become too much for both of them, the stress of all that they had
experienced finally caught up and as soon as they laid down they both
fell into a deep sleep, completely exhausted. They would stay like that
for the next 10 hours.

Simon woke first and it took him some time to work out were he was, what
day it was and wondered how his dad was. He looked at the back of Tony's
head and smiled, they may have fallen into a deep sleep, but Tony must
have turned during it to get into his, and Simon's, favourite position.
Simon pulled him closer to his chest and whispered, "Love you Tony." And
kissed the back of his head. "Love you too Simon." With out another word
from either of them Tony turned to face Simon and they kissed one another
with a great deal of feeling. It was Tony who took hold of Simon first
and now with each cock being held they gently stroked one another, still
with their mouths joined. After just two minutes they both reached the
point of no return and together they released their loads over one
another, kissed for a little longer, then fell back to sleep.

"Fuck, what's the time?" Simon focused on the clock it told him it was 12
and as it was light Simon knew it was 12 midday, not night. He got up and
found some clean clothes and poked life back into the fire and put a
couple of logs on. Then he went out to light the copper fire that had
gone out, he threw half a bar of soap in and then their "Dunkirk"
clothes, they would be in the copper for hours. Tony was still asleep
when Simon got ready to go out to the village shop to get much needed
food. With 5/- in his pocket and his and Tony's ration books he walked to
the shop wondering if there was anything to buy anyway.
When he got back Tony was dressed and cleaning the cottage up. "Simon.
Lets go to the hut tonight, please?" They cuddled in and kissed. "Course
we will, Spike will be expecting us to anyway and even if he didn't, I
want to. I need to call the hospital before we go and you need to call
your parents."

Spike had just severed the last links of his life so far. Even though he
had experienced an incredible nine days of action off the coast of
Dunkirk all he could think about was leaving Simon and Tony. Tony he knew
would forgive him for still being in love with Simon and he knew he
thought it would take some time to get over him. He had no idea just how
much the Navy would help him do that.

Being excepted into the Royal Navy was not at all difficult. His
falsified birth certificate and his father's "letter" giving his
permission for Spike to join up were accepted without question and the
next thing he knew he was on a truck with 40 other new recruits to
their land based training ship, HMTS Argos, 10 miles to the west of
Portsmouth. The truck stopped in front of the Guardroom and once their
feet had touched the tarmac, all hell broke loose and for the next six
weeks they would never be spoken to, just screamed at every minute of the
day.
From the truck they were taken into a cold room, told to strip and
wait for the medical officer to give them a physical check from head to
toe and of course, cough. They then went for eye tests, teeth checks,
blood pressure and heart checks. It seemed they had passed the physicals
when they were taken into yet another room where they were issued Royal
Naval approved under pants, white and long with four fly buttons. They
were told to wait until they were called to one of the two barbers
chairs and said goodbye to a mass of hair as it was cut off by a very
enthusiastic "Sweeny Todd's."  Finally they were marched into a huge
warehouse where they were issued their first uniforms, from boots to hat
and every thing in between and also bedding. Two hours later, loaded down
with a full kit bag each, they tried to march to their new mess and told
to go in and find a bed, when every bed had a body they were told to dump
everything and stand at attention at the foot of it and for the next hour
had to endure the Chief Petty Officer's words of welcome and EXACTLY what
was about to happen to them all over the next three months. He informed
them of every aspect of their training and the standards they were
expected to achieve and that he, Chief Petty Officer Morgan, would not
except anything less than what he wanted them to be. All those listening
to the CPO suddenly realised this was going to be much harder than they
first thought, but Spike? He was more than ready for anything they would
throw at him. He had only been in the navy four hours, but he knew he was
"home."

Spike and the rest of them had to endure the wrath of the drill
instructors for four weeks while they marched, trained in rifle drill,
marched, trained in the gym, marched, did 10 mile runs, marched, taught
Royal Naval history, marched, fired on the rifle range, marched and,
FINALLY went on a training ship into the English channel and threw up,
except Spike and a friend of his who had been on fishing trawlers since
the age of 13. Brian Freeman's family had fished out of Lowestoft in
Suffolk for at least 10 generations and all he had done was follow the
family tradition. Brian was a very competent trawlerman, but knew that
one day he would break the family tradition and join the Royal Navy. He
had read all that he could about the biggest and most powerful navy in
the world at that time and knew he wanted to join up and become a part of
it, as a gunner manning the 15inch guns of a battleship, any battleship
so long as she had 15inch guns.
Brian was a very happy young man. He missed his best mate though and the
times they had found a private spot to drop their trousers and enjoy what
popped out. Still, this was the navy and lots of blokes his age to go
round.

None of them had anytime to think about themselves during this time of
training, but now they had been bought to the level that the navy wanted
them to get to, they were ready for the next level, armed patrols! They
were apparently ready to night patrol the base in pairs and issued a .303
rifle. The slight downside to this was they were not issued bullets, too
dangerous, mind you they had fixed bayonets and also given correct
procedures on how to challenge anyone who was too pissed and were trying
to climb the fence having missed their way back to barracks.

Spike and Brian were on guard duty in the hut which was situated at the
far end of the base one night. All was quiet and nobody was within a half
mile of them.
"Spike?"
"Yep."
"What's your real name?"
"Edward."
"Why are you called Spike then?"
"When I was 13 I was in the showers after sports one day and a bloke
looked at me and said it looked more like a spike than a cock. It was
long and thin then and all the blokes looked and since then I have
always been called "Spike." Spike looked at Brian and waited for his
reply.
"Its much thicker now Spike, I have seen it, it looks great." Spike was
quite surprised at that and thought about Simon and the times they had
shared together before they become a threesome. He felt movement down
below and suddenly realised he had not even had a wank in the past few
weeks and now Brian had said all that, he was now very horny. It was a
big risk, but he had to say it. "You want to check it out Brian?"
Brian unbuttoned Spike's bellbottoms and yanked them and his navy under
pants down around his ankles and two minutes later Spike's "spike"
was being licked and bought to a hard 7 inches and ended up in a very
willing mouth. As Brian sucked he cupped Spike's balls in his hand and
bought Spike to a point that there was nowhere to go, but over the top.
"Oh shit Brian, I'm cumming! Fuck, look out!" Brian timed it well and as
he felt Spike's rod swell he took him out of his mouth and stroked him to
completion, all over his face.
Spike lent back against the hut wall and stayed like that trying to
recover, but Brian had other priorities and pushed Spike down and helped
him unbutton and drop his bellbottoms and underpants all in one movement.
"SUCK IT!" Spike did as ordered even though he had not fully recovered
from Brian's blow job, but now with an 8inch cock in his mouth he was
more than focussed and loved having him there. This was like the times in
the hut and as Brian approached his own coming, Spike's mind went back to
the first time he and Simon first had sex. He was still thinking about
that time when Brian yelled out and before Spike knew it, his mouth was
full of Brian's cum.

They had been relieved from guard duty and were walking back to hand in
their bulletless rifles.
"Brian?"
"Yup?"
"Have you ever kissed a bloke?"
"Fuck off Spike, only queers do that!"
"Oh, ok."

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++