Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2003 19:15:18 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two Jubilees and One Spitfire.  12

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Resume:-  Trevor. a boy born in the slums of the East End of London, has
been adopted by a Jew, Isaac, who fled from Austria in the 1930s.  This
chapter opens in the autumn of 1946.

Two Jubilees and One Spitfire.  Part 12.  Con.

The beginning of the autumn school term saw an immediate raising of the work
pressure. Trevor was beginning to study a syllabus for the General School
Certificate, an examination he would sit in two years time.  It was as
though the whole class was beginning on a new starting line.   It had
already been decided which subjects Trevor was to study for his General
School Certificate:-  English - Language and Literature,  Mathematics,
Physics,  History, Geography,  Latin, French and German.  Most of his class
were doing one foreign language and chemistry,   but it was decided that
Trevor's languages were so good that he should drop the chemistry and do an
extra language.  The pressure was now on.  There was much more home work.
Isaac had taught him to be self disciplined, so he just got on with it.
Isaac found he was more rarely asked for help,  though he continued to keep
an eye on Trevor's progress.  There was no longer any sense that he was a
new comer into his class.   He had a wide circle of friends in his class,
all of whom called him 'Russ'.  Though this is not an account of Trevor's
academic progress: that must be kept in mind as we keep up with the other
things that were taking place in his life.

If we had looked at Trevor in that September 1946 what would we have seen?
He was growing fast.  He was now 5ft 4inches.   He was getting heavier,  and
beginning to show signs of muscles and strong shoulders.   His hair was very
dark, almost black.  His eyes were brown,  and he knew how to use them to
his advantage.  He had a retrousse nose, which with his eyes and a broad
grin frequently gave him a cheerful and cheeky appearance.  His teeth were
good,  and that was due because of his healthy wartime diet, not to any
dental art.

If we had heard him talk, a lot of the strong cockneyisms had gone.
Aitches were now rarely dropped.  The use of a vee or ef sound in place of
th was gone, though anyone from elsewhere in the United Kingdom would have
said immediately,  'You're a Londoner.'  He spoke with the accents of a
middle class Londoner and not that of an urchin from the East End.

The relationship with Isaac was as strong and close as ever.  They slept
together.   They fell into a pattern that Friday nights and Sunday mornings
were their special times together in bed.   Their love making was as
fulfilling as ever.   Isaac still delighted as much as ever to suck Trevor
off,  in spite of the growing size of the boy's cock,  and the prolific
hairiness that now surrounded it.  'English' and  'Scottish' were still the
words they used,  though each was done in a variety of ways.

They continued to be able to talk to each other.  Trevor shared the ups and
downs of school life with Isaac,  and Isaac shared with Trevor his working
life in the City.  Isaac's war time job was now over,  and he was back
working in the same Merchant Bank as before the war.  His war time work in
the Ministry of Economic Warfare stood him in good stead,  and he now had a
more responsible job, and as a result was  better paid.

The austerities of post war Britain continued.   Rationing became even more
severe.  In many London streets the effects of bomb damage were only slowly
being repaired.  It was to be some time before the completely destroyed
buildings were replaced.  In the City of London St Paul's Cathedral was
almost surrounded by an open area of destroyed buildings now razed to the
ground.  In July and August these open areas were bright with the purple
flowers of the rose bay.  Trevor, with his friends from school, would go up
to London to explore and discover.   There were trips to the Tower,  and St
Paul's.  In those days the public were able to go up to the highest parts,
and to peer out of openings at the foot of the cross that surmounts the
dome. They went up the Monument to the Great Fire of London.  With the
active encouragement of some of the staff at their school they started going
to the re-opened National Gallery and Museums.  In the school holidays Isaac
often met Trevor after work  for a meal  and then a visit to a theatre or
concert.

Trevor and Fergus corresponded about once a month.  Their letters were full
of details of school work,  and their plans for the next summer.  Fergus
started trying to persuade his parents, his father was the local G.P.
[General Practitioner - doctor] , to let them go off camping in the
mountains.   Back in Leytonstone the same campaign was being waged on Isaac.

Life for Trevor was beginning to become richer and more diverse.  Life was
good.

***

It was one Friday evening in mid November ,  when a late autumn gale was
screeching round the houses in Leytonstone,  and Isaac and Trevor were snug
together,  cuddling in bed.  They had had an active session of love making.
Now they were in one of their usual positions for talk.  Trevor was on his
side with his head  on  Isaac's shoulder,  and his right hand idly playing
with Isaac's limp penis.  Isaac's arm  held Trevor close.  He was no longer
able to reach down and stroke Trevor bottom - the boy had grown too much for
that.

"Isaac,  we had a shower on Wednesday after games."

"So?"

"There was this boy,  he kept looking at me."

"So what?  What is it you English say, 'a cat may look at a king'?"  said
Isaac, more interested in sleep at this stage.

"He kept looking at me ... as though he was interested."

"Shows he is a boy with excellent taste," said Isaac with a yawn.

"He kept looking at my cock."

"And you think he was interested?"

"Yep."

"Is he in your class?"

"No,  he's in the year ahead."

"Older than you?"

"Yep.  Must be.  What should I do?"

"What do you know about this boy?"

"His name is Conway.  I don't know his Christian name.  Most of the boys in
his year call him Con."

"You boys shortening names!    What happens to the Smiths and Browns?"

"Brown is Brow,  Smith is Smudge,  and Dodd is Doddberryfirkin  when he
isn't just Dodd."

Isaac laughed.  "What's this Conway like?"

"Little taller than me.  Got a big cock, I think."

"How do you know that?"

"It was half hard,  and it was in the showers.  I saw it," answered Trevor.

"Well, do you like the boy?"

"I don't know.  I've never had anything to do with him."

"I think I should just see if it happens again." suggested Isaac.

The showers at the school  were not in individual cubicles.   There was a
shower area,  with sixteen shower heads arranged in a square showering area.
   Each shower head had a chain hanging down.  Any person having a shower
had to hold the chain down,  and stand under the spray head.  You could
bring your own soap,  but no boy did.  In any case it was still rationed,
and no mother would risk it being lost by a teenage son at school.  [See
footnote]  The next Wednesday nothing happened,  Trevor looked around,  but
there was no Conway to be seen.

When Isaac arrived home on the following Wednesday night Trevor greeted him
with the words.  "He was there again today,  like before."

Isaac didn't know what Trevor was talking about.  "Who was what, where?"

"Conway.  In the shower.  Remember? I told you."

Isaac nodded.  "And he was looking at you again?"

"Yes,  looking at my cock,  and then when he saw I was looking back at him,
he smiled at me."

"Perhaps he likes what he can see?"

"His cock was half hard again,  like last time."

"Got a nice one,  has he."

"Yep.  Looks big and thick."

"If you don't like him,  or if you want to put him off,  just ignore him.
When you see him looking at you,  turn your back on him.  He'll get the
message."

"But why does he pick on me.  There's lots of other boys naked and showering
there.  Why does he look at my cock,  and smile at me?"

"I have heard it said that men who like men, can in some way tell when they
meet another man who likes men. They have some inner sense.  Perhaps it is
like the radar in the war."

"What do you mean?"

"Radar could tell when an enemy aircraft,  or indeed any plane was around.
Perhaps Conway has a sort of radar that senses you are like him, a boy who
likes boys."

"I've not had sex with a boy for years.  Only with you, Isaac."

"I know.  But we do do it quite a lot, Trev."

"But what should I do about Conway?"

"If you don't want it to go further,  don't respond,  and show that you are
ignoring him.  But if you are interested in the possibility of it going
further,  just give him a slight encouragement,  just a smile back at him.
But whatever you do, Trevor,  be careful.  smiles are safe,  but doing
something with each others cocks at school, or anywhere where you could be
found out,  could land you,  and perhaps us, in serious trouble.  But you
know that already,  don't you."

"Yes, Isaac."

Trevor thought it all over very carefully.

It was now early December with just three more Wednesdays before breaking up
for the Christmas holidays.  On the  first Wednesday when Trevor entered the
showers he saw that Conway was already there.  Trevor found a vacant shower
head, and stood underneath and began to shower.  Conway had his back to
Trevor to begin with and then he turned.  Very briefly his face lit up when
he saw Trevor.   He turned so he could watch Trevor.  He rubbed his crotch
with his free hand,  and his cock began to harden.   He caught Trevor's look
and smiled at him.  Trevor gave him one of his cheeky grins in return.  They
stood looking at each other for a minute,  and then Trevor left the shower,
and went off to dry himself.  Trevor's clothes were well away from where
Conway had his.  They could barely see anything of each other through the
melee of dressing and undressing boys.

Trevor told Isaac what had happened.

"I think that was a very careful  response,  Trev."  Isaac ruffled Trevor's
hair,  it was  an action Trevor still liked.

The following Wednesday Trevor was into the showers first.  He had just
started to shower,  when Conway came in and found a free shower much closer
to Trevor.   Again Conway looked at Trevor.  Several smiles, or grins, were
exchanged.  They stood facing each other,  and this time Trevor made more of
a show of washing his genitals.  Then he turned and let the water wash his
bottom with the assistance of his free hand.  he turned back and gave Conway
a grin.  As he left the shower he had to walk past Conway.

"Good shower, Russ?"  said Conway.

"Yep," said Trevor in reply.  He walking away with a deliberate waggle of
his sexy bottom.

But something else happened.  On two or three occasions Trevor thought that
someone was following him home from school.  When he turned,  and when he
waited,  he saw no one.  But the feeling was there.  Then after three or
four days the feeling just ceased.  Trevor was puzzled by that.

There were no showers on the final Wednesday,  as there had been heavy rain,
  and the field was too waterlogged even for school rugby.  Trevor and
Conway saw each other from time to time around the school., changing class
rooms,  or in the queue for milk at break time,  or waiting to go into the
hall for midday dinner.  They would now smile at each other,  but nothing
was said.

***

Christmas came and went.  There were presents from the ladies in Scotland to
Trevor and Isaac,  and a present from Fergus.  There was also a Christmas
card addressed to T. Russell.  Inside was written, 'Wishing you a happy
Christmas,  C'.  Trevor's best present was a bicycle from Isaac.  He was
looking forward now to being able to cycle to school.

But it was to be some time before he was able to cycle to school, for as
anyone who was at school in the winter term of 1947 will remember, it was
one of the coldest winters on record.  One train took four days to travel
from London to Edinburgh.   There was ice on parts of the North Sea.  Rivers
that had not frozen for years froze.  The country was still trying to
recover from the war.  There were still shortages.  Industry had to change
from production of war materiel to peace-time production.   There was a fuel
shortage.  The winter was so severe that coal from the pits could not be
brought south to London in adequate quantities.  Industry had the first call
on coal,  schools and homes came further down the list.  Some boys wore two
vests and two pullovers  in an effort to keep warm.  The cold weather began
in January and went on through until the middle of March.

Something important happened to Trevor late one Friday afternoon in
February.  It was bitterly cold,  and the sky overcast,  and already
beginning to get dark when Trevor left school.   Somehow,  he never found
out exactly how,  some of the other boys in his year discovered his guardian
was a Jew.

There was very little lighting near the school gate.  As Trevor went out of
the gate,  a voice called out,  "Hi Russ, is it right that you live with a
Jew?"

He turned and about eight other figures appeared out of the shadows.

"Are you a Jew, Russ?" asked one belligerently.

"No," said Trevor.

"Why do you live with a Jewish pig then?"

"Long story.  What's wrong with it anyway.  He's good to me.  Given me a
home."

"Sticking up for a filthy Jew are you then?"

"I bet he sticks it up you!"  came a jeering voice.

There was laughter.

"Makes you suck it, does he?"

It was then that someone pushed someone who pushed into Trevor,  so that he
bumped into another of the boys.

"Hey, don't barge into me, Jew lover."  And Trevor was pushed strongly back.

Trevor thought that the abuse was getting near the knuckle,  and decided to
make a get away.  He tried to make a run of it,  but a foot shot out,  and
he fell onto the ground.

"Serve you right bloody Jew fucker."

He got onto his knees in an attempt to get up onto his feet.  A couple of
savage punches landed in his face and he felt blood pouring from his nose.
He fell again,  and several kicks landed on him.  There were more shouts of
'Jew lover',   'Jew boy'.  The shouts grew louder and the kicks more
frequent.   Trevor curled up with his arms round his head trying to protect
his face.   Then suddenly it changed.  Trevor became conscious that a wider
fight was taking place.  Another voice was shouting in anger.  He heard some
blows land on someone; he knew it was not on him.   His assailants, being
cowards, fled. They had not bargained for a fight,  or at least not one
where they were not in total control.

He felt an arm come round him.   "You alright?"

Trevor turned and saw Conway kneeling beside him.

They looked at each other.  "Russ!"   "Con!" they both said together in
total surprise.  They looked at each other for a moment.

"Cor!  You're in a mess." said Con.  " Can you get up?"

Painfully,  and with help,  Trevor got to his feet.

Conway supported him.  "Do you think any bones are broken?"

"No.  I don't think so."

"I think you need seeing to,"  said Conway.

Trevor continued to feel the blood pouring out of his nose.  He pulled a
handkerchief out of his pocket and tried to stem the flow.

"I'm taking you home with me.  I don't live far away.  My Mum's a nurse.
She'll know what to do."

Slowly, with Conway's aid Trevor limped the three hundred yards to the
Conway home.

Soon he was sitting in the kitchen and Conway's mother was attending to him.
   She examined him.  "I don't think any bones are broken,  but you are
going to have some bad bruises,  and a black eye, too."

She got him to sit with his head back, and he soon felt that he was no
longer bleeding.   Then she handed him a cup of tea,  with plenty of sugar
in it.   "There goes your ration for the week," she said to her son with a
wink.

Then she started asking questions.  Trevor told her what had happened.  "Are
your parents at home now?" she asked.

"Both my parents are dead.  I live with my guardian, Isaac Rose."

"Will he be at home?"

"He gets home about six."

"We'll keep you here until just before six,  and then James can take you
home."

Trevor sat for a further three quarters of an hour.  Mrs Conway  asked
Trevor and James if they knew who had carried out the attack.  Neither of
them was able to name names.  Where it had happened was very dark.

At half past five  James Conway helped Trevor to his feet  and they set off.

"Thanks Con for coming to my rescue.  I don't know what would've happened if
you hadn't have come along."

"All in a day's work.  I'm glad I came along."

They walked most of the way in silence.  Trevor was still suffering from
shock.  Con just did not know how to say what he wanted to say,  but he had
the sense to realise this was not the time to say it.

Trevor unlocked the door,  and they both went in.

"I must make the fire, " said Trevor.

"No.  You're not fit enough to do that.  Tell me where the things are,  and
I'll do it."

When Isaac returned home from work he found Trevor sitting shivering from
the cold and the shock,  and a strange boy kneeling on the hearth trying to
get the fire to light.

"What on earth has happened, Trev?"

Trevor stood up and wrapped his arms round Isaac,  and the tears began to
flood out.

"What happened?" asked Isaac again,  this time directing his question at the
other boy.

"He was set upon by a gang of boys.  Fortunately I came along and was able
to stop them.  I took Russ home to my place.  My Mum,  who's a nurse, saw to
him.  Then I brought him home here."

"You have been,  what is it?  A good Samaritan.  I think Trev was very lucky
you came along."

Trevor began to recover,  and was now ashamed of his tears.

"Sorry I blubbed," he said.

"I think I'd better be going," said Jim

Trevor turned to him,  "Thanks for rescuing me, Con.  Thank your Mum too."

"You sit down,  and I'll see Con off."

Trevor sat down in one of the easy chairs,  while Isaac and Con left the
room, closing the door behind them.

"Thank you, Con,  thank you for seeing to Trevor,  taking him to your home
and then bringing him safely back here. "

"Can I call round tomorrow to see how he is?"

"Of course.  By the way,  what is your proper name?"

"Most people call me Jim,  though my proper name is James.  James Conway."

"I think I've heard Trevor speak of you."  Isaac looked a little more
intently at Jim.

They shook hands,  and Jim left.

***
Isaac got the fire burning properly,  and prepared a meal.  By the time they
had finished the water was just hot enough for a bath.  Trevor was sent off
to have a good soak.  "It will help ease those bruises.  When you've had
your bath it's up to bed,  and we can talk in bed."

They talked for a long while that evening.  Trevor described what had
happened.  He was almost certain his attackers were boys from the school.
But he had not been able to recognise any of them.  It had been a dark place
where he had been attacked.

Isaac said he would decide in the morning exactly what he should do.
Neither of them slept well.  Trevor's body hurt whenever he moved,  and
Isaac was thinking about what he should do.

In the morning Isaac insisted that Trevor stay in bed for breakfast,  and to
come down in his dressing gown when the living room was warm.  After
breakfast,  at Trevor's insistence,  Isaac went off to the synagogue.
Trevor dozed in bed until  mid morning,  and then he decided to go down
stairs.

It was about twelve o'clock when there was a knock on the door.  Trevor in
his dressing gown and slippers went to the door.  It was Jim Conway.

"Hi Con.  Come in."

"How are you, Russ?"

They made their way through to the living room.  Trevor sat in one of the
easy chairs,  and Con sat in the other.

"It still hurts.   Thanks for last night.  Isaac insisted that I stayed in
bed for a while,  and then come down in my dressing gown."

"Isaac's your guardian?"

"Yep,  has been for a couple of years."

"Do you know why you were beaten up?"  asked Con.  He thought he knew the
reason.

"Didn't you hear what they were saying?"

"No.  I came out of school and there was this body on the ground being
beaten up.  I didn't even know it was you."

"Isaac is a Jew."

"Are you a Jew?" asked Con quickly.

"No.  Isaac is,  I'm not.  I thought you would've known!  You've seen me in
the showers!"

Jim blushed slightly.   "Where is he?" he asked changing the subject.

"He's gone to the synagogue.  Should be back soon."

"I bet you're black and blue with bruises," said Con.

"Not yet,  they haven't got to that stage yet.  Want to see them?"

Con nodded.

Trevor slipped off his dressing gown  and stood there in his pants.

Con stood up and looked closely at Trevor's bruises.

"You poor chap!  I bet you didn't sleep much last night."  Con would have
liked to reach out and touch Trevor, but he held back,  uncertain at this
stage.

Trevor put his dressing gown back on.  "It still hurts a lot when I move."

"You were lucky there were no bones broken."    Con looked at Trevor fully
in the face.  "It is strange that something ghastly like that should have to
happen before we could talk."

"Yep."

At that moment there was the sound of a key in the front door.  Isaac was
back.  "Hello, Jim.  Good of you to call round.  He's covered in bruises as
he's no doubt told you."

Jim and Trevor exchanged a fleeting glance.  "Yes, Sir, they sound pretty
painful," said Jim.

"Please don't call me Sir.  That's far too official.   Mr Rose will do,  but
   Trevor calls me Isaac, so I don't see why you shouldn't.  I'm not that
ancient."

They all laughed.

"Isaac,"  said Jim with a tentative note in his voice.  "Trevor has told me
what happened and what they said when they set on him.  There's something I
don't understand.  There are Jewish boys in the school.  There are four in
my class alone.  They are never set upon like that. There may be the
occasional name calling, but nothing more.  What happened last night seems
premeditated, planned.  Why poor old Russ here?"

Isaac thought for a moment.  "By living with me, Trevor is doing something
which some ignorant people find hard to accept.  We Jews are Jews,  and are
used to being a race and a religion apart. Often misunderstood and hated
because of what happened nearly 2000 years ago.  The Nazi's exterminated
many of us.  In this country we are accepted,  by some people more easily
and graciously than others.  But Trev is a Christian.  He belongs to their
tribe.  But here he is living with a member of another tribe,  with someone
who is different.  He is guilty in their eyes of committing a sort of
cultural,  religious,  perhaps even racial, treason.   They see him as out
of step with what is normal and acceptable."

"That's bad isn't it?"

"Yes, very.  It is one step down the Nazi path.  They could not stand those
who were different,  whether Jews,  Gypsies, or Reds."

'Or man lovers', thought Trevor.

They continued to discuss the matter for a further quarter of an hour,  and
then Jim Conway left.  Trevor spent the rest of the day sitting in front of
the fire,  reading and sleeping.

The next day he felt much better,  and in the afternoon felt able to tackle
his homework.  Isaac spent a part of the day drafting, and then writing, a
letter to the headmaster of the school.  Late on the Sunday afternoon, he
walked round to the school and posted it in the school letter box.  He had
marked the envelope, 'Urgent and Private,  for the attention of  T. Jones,
M.A.,  Ph D.'

The letter read:-
Dear Dr Jones,
Late on Friday afternoon, after school had finished,  Trevor Russell was
making his way home.  He had just passed out of the school gates and was in
the dark area between the bushes leading down to the road.  A group of six
or more boys sprang out on him.  They started calling out anti-Semitic and
other filthy remarks.  A scuffle ensued,  and Trevor was knocked to the
ground.  There he was punched and kicked.  His body is covered with bruises,
  and he has a black eye.  Fortunately another boy from the school,  James
Conway,  came along and went to Trevor's rescue.  The assailants immediately
fled.  Conway took Trevor to his home where Mrs Conway, who is a qualified
nurse,  made sure there were no bones broken.  Conway then brought Trevor
home just before my return from work.
Neither Trevor nor Conway is sure as to the identity of the attackers.
I am sure you will regard this incident with the seriousness it deserves.  I
trust that you will take the necessary action.
Yours sincerely.
I. Rose.

On his way home Isaac called in at the Conway house to thank Jim's mother.

Trevor persuaded Isaac to allow him to go to school on the Monday morning.
"I don't want to miss any lessons.  I don't want to have to do more catching
up."

At school his black eye and the obvious pain in certain movements of his
limbs, made him an object of curiosity to all and sundry.   He had hoped
that his attackers might reveal themselves by the way they looked at him,
but the responses of his school mates was too varied for him to be able to
do this.  "What  happened, Russ?"  "What does the other person look like?"
"That looks as though it hurts."  "Pity you can't get a steak nowadays."
were typical of the comments that were made.

Half way through the morning in the middle of a French lesson  a small boy
came in with a note from the headmaster.  "Would Russell go to the
headmaster's study immediately."    Usually this sort of call in the middle
of a lesson meant serious trouble to those summoned.   As he left his class
room there were mutters of "Three of the best."  and "You're for it now!"

When he got to the study he tidied his clothes, patted down his hair and
knocked on the door.  "Come in," came the head's voice.  He went in and saw
that Jim Conway was already there,  sitting in a chair in front of the
head's desk.

There followed about three quarters of an hour of questioning from the head.

One of the questions Dr Jones asked was,  "What makes you think that it was
boys from this school that attacked you?"

"One of them called me Russ,  and that name is only used at school," said
Trevor.

"I caught sight of them as they were running down towards the road.  But I
only saw them against the street lights," added Con.  "I'm pretty sure they
had school caps on."

Dr Jones thanked Trevor for telling his story so clearly,  and praised
Conway for going to Trevor's rescue.  He told them to say nothing more than
what  they had already said about what had happened on the Friday evening.
Nothing further happened that day.

The school day always began with assembly in the school hall.   It was a
formal occasion with the whole school,  pupils and staff present.  The only
absentees were Jews and Roman Catholics.  A hymn was sung,  a short passage
from the Bible read,  and prayers were said.  This part was led by a member
of staff,  who was on the platform with the head.   If the headmaster wished
to give out any notices to the school he did it immediately after the
service part of the morning assembly.

That morning Dr Jones,  dressed in a dark suit,  and wearing his black M.A.
gown stood and walked to the front of the platform.   He waited until the
Jews and Roman Catholics, who had been waiting outside, entered the hall. He
stood there looking seriously at the school assembled in front of him.  All
knew from his whole demeanour that something serious was afoot.

"Two year ago the war ended.  It was fought in the cause of freedom.  Boys
from this school gave their lives and service so that we could live in a
free and tolerant society.  It seems that the Nazi evil they fought against
is to be found in a certain section of this school society.   On Friday
evening a boy was leaving this school on his way home, when he was set upon
by a group of six or more others.   They called out various anti Semitic and
crude remarks of an unrepeatable nature.  In the scuffle the victim was
knocked to the ground,  and was punched and kicked."

At this point several boys turned to stare at Trevor.

"The whole incident would certainly have been even more serious had not
another boy who was going home come to the rescue.  The perpetrators of this
violent act then made a cowardly quick exit.  I view this as a matter of
utmost seriousness,  and one of the worst incidents to have happened since I
became headmaster of this school.  It is an incident that brings shame on
the whole school,  staff and students alike.  If any of you have information
that could lead to the identification of the culprits,  I would be grateful
if you would inform me,  or any other member of the staff."

He turned to the master on the platform with him, nodded slightly,  and they
left the platform.  There was a look of anger on his face,  as he strode out
of the hall,  his gown billowing behind him.

Unfortunately the culprits were never identified;  but there were no further
acts like it.

***

The relationship between Trevor and Jim Conway had entered another stage.
They  greeted each other with warm smiles,  and brief words were exchanged.
There was no developments from there over the next few weeks.

Then in the middle of March the long cold winter of 1947 relented and gave
way to sunshine and warmth.  The snow disappeared.  But this brought its own
problems.  The sudden thaw brought flooding.  The river Lea flooded into the
reservoirs in the Lea valley that supplied water to Leytonstone and the
surrounding area.  Pollution in the water supplies was a problem for several
days.  School was closed for four days.

But the thaw meant that Isaac would now allow Trevor to cycle to school.

On the first morning that he cycled to school he went to the cycle sheds to
lock up his cycle,  and Jim Conway  came with his bicycle to the next vacant
place to him.  They locked their cycles.  Now school cycle sheds have a
special place in English school mythology and history.   More illicit
smoking and sexual activity has gone on behind the school cycle sheds than
anywhere else.  That was not possible at the school to which those boys
went.  You could not get behind the sheds unless you were in the chemistry
lab!

"I didn't know you cycled to school," commented Jim Conway.

"First time.  This cycle was a Christmas present,  and Isaac would not allow
me to cycle before."

Con examined Trevor's green Raleigh bicycle.  "Three speed and  hub dynamo.
  Everything.  It's great."

"I think so."  said Trevor with a grin.

Con decided to take the plunge.  "Fancy a cycle ride on Saturday afternoon?"
  He looked Trevor straight in the eye.

"Yes.  Why not!" replied Trevor,  giving Jim one of his cheeky grins.  Both
knew that they had reached a significant point in their relationship.

Con called for Trevor and off they went.  Isaac had invited Jim Conway back
for a meal,  and waved them off.  He turned back into his house with a smile
on his face,  and feeling slightly sad.

Petrol was still severely rationed,  and there were very few private cars on
the roads,  so cycling was pleasant even on the main roads.  They got onto
the A11  and cycled out through Woodford into Epping Forest.  They turned
off along the road just after Connaught Road,  and up to High Beech.  They
stopped there and wheeled their cycles across the grassy mounds until they
could look across the Lea valley and north London.  They sat back,  perching
their bottoms on their cross bars.

"How's it to ride,  your bike?" asked Con.

"Fine.  Want to change bikes for the next bit?"

"Yes, please.  It's good to get some exercise and fresh air."  Con was
searching for a way to get the conversation round to what he really wanted
to talk about.

They changed bikes,  and rode to the Wake  Arms.  They stopped and explored
Amesbury Banks,  wondering at their history.  Were they a Roman Camp or
something earlier,  possibly to do with Queen Boudicca, who had rebelled
against the Romans.

They moved on,  turning off the A11 down towards Upshire.  As  the lane they
were on came out of the forest they were greeted by a fresh view over the
Lea valley.  This time they were facing more north over the countryside of
west Essex.   They stopped to admire the view.  When they saw a stile
leading into a field,  they got off their bicycles and went and sat on the
stile with their backs to the lane.  The stile was quite narrow,  so they
had to sit close together.

"Have you had any more trouble with those bully boys?"

"None at all.  I sometimes wonder who they were,  but I've really got no
idea."

"When the head spoke that morning after assembly he said the remarks were
anti Semitic and of a crude unrepeatable nature.  What exactly did they
say?"

Trevor thought for a moment before answering.  "They said a lot of nasty
things.  I don't want to tell you."

"Go on,  You can tell me."

"No,  Con,  I'm not going to."

Con could see from the determined look on Trevor's face that he was not
going to get anything more out of him. "The bruises all gone then?"

"Almost.  You can just see one or two,  if you look hard."

"Who are your closest friends in your class?"

That started a conversation about friends,  and it was obvious to both of
them that neither of them had a particularly close friend.

"Do you realise that this is the first time we have really been fully alone
together," said Con.

"There was that time you called round, the day after."

"But we weren't alone for long.  Isaac came home."

"I showed you my bruises, didn't I?"

There was a pause.  "I would have liked to have been able to do something to
take away some of the pain."

"What!  Kiss them better,  like my Mum did when I was a kid?"

"If it would have helped," said Jim with a laugh.  "If Isaac is Jew why
aren't you?"

"You know he's my guardian,  not my father.  He's  Jew.  I would have to
have a Jewish mother to be a Jew.  A very few goys convert to Judaism."

"Goys?"

"People not Jews.   I don't fancy becoming a Jew anyway."

"Why not?"

"I'd have to be circumcised, you chump."  Trevor slapped Jim on the back.
"You know I'm not circumcised,  you've seen me in the showers often enough."

"Yea,  I hadn't thought of that."

"We're the same on that score," added Trevor.

"Do you toss yourself off a lot."

"At least once a day.  What about you?"

"Much the same.  Usually  last thing at night,  and first thing in the
morning."

"Same here," said Trevor. There was no way he was going to tell Con that it
was often with Isaac.

"Have you ever done it with some one else?"

"A few times," answered Trevor,  being very economical with the truth.
"Have you?"

"I have with a couple of class mates a few times.  It's good isn't it?"

"Better than by yourself," commented Trevor.

"My cock's getting hard," said Con.  "Is yours?"

"Just talking about it usually makes mine hard."

Con put his arm round Trevor's shoulder and held him close.  "I'd like to do
it with you, Russ," whispered Con.

"And I'd like to do it with you.  I liked what I saw of you in the showers."

"Same here.   Shall we go back into the Forest and find somewhere?"

They made their way back towards the Forest.  The fields at the edge of the
Forest  had hedges.  The side of the hedge in the Forest had become
overgrown with spreading bushes.   They quickly found a secluded spot.  They
hid their bicycles and in a small space turned and faced each other.

"Trev,  I hope you won't think me a sissy,  but I want to kiss you."

Trevor stepped closer,  and pulled Con to him,  and kissed him chastely on
the lips.

"Some chaps don't like that."

"I don't know why,  if you like the other person."

They kissed again this time longer.  Their groins came together,  and they
pushed against each other.

"I can feel your cock.."  said Trevor.

"And I can feel yours.  I want to touch it."

"Go on then,  Get it out."  Trevor backed an inch or two away.

Con reached down  and undid Trevor's fly buttons.  He put his hand in and
pulled out his cock. He held it in his hand and looked at it.  "I've wanted
to do this for a long time."

"Now let me get yours out," asked Trevor.  He undid Con's fly buttons and
extracted Con's hard cock. He held it on the flat of his hand and looked at
it.   It was hard,  and slightly tapered towards the end.   "I think yours
is a bit longer than mine."

"Not much in it."

A drop of pre-seminal fluid appeared on the tip of both penises.  They
rubbed the slippery glans together.  Then taking their hands away they
pressed together.  They kissed each,  more ardently than before.

"Let's get our trousers and pants down, it'll feel better," invited Con.

Trousers and pants were soon down round their ankles.  Then with shirts
pulled up they got close,  and enjoyed  rubbing their cocks together.  Four
hands went round and found four buttocks,  and pulled.

"I've wanted to do this to you ever since I first noticed you in the
showers,"  whispered Con in Trevor's ear.

"I thought that you may be wanting this.  I'm  glad.  It's what I wanted
too."

They stood for several minutes  enjoying the warmth of each other's body,
and the closeness.

Trevor gave Con a more purposeful kiss,  and broke apart.  Immediately he
crouched down and took Con's cock firmly and fully into his mouth.

"Trev!   Trev."   The first 'Trev'  was said with a note of shock and
disgust;  the second,  which followed immediately,  was said with a note of
pure bliss.   "Trev.  Trev.  That's wonderful.  I've never felt anything
like it.   Where did you learn to do that?"

Trevor broke off for a moment,  and with the gift of the quick answer,  even
if not truthful, said,  "Oh, I read about it in a book.  You like it?"

"Oh yes."

Trevor resumed his ministrations.  He liked the taste and smell of Con.  The
taste of the pre-seminal juice was like nectar.  The smell of a young
teenager fresh from the exertion of cycling several miles delighted him. But
Con was young,  he was horny,  it felt very good,  and he could not hold
back.  The greatly experienced Trevor knew what was happening and what to
expect.  Soon great gushes of Con's spunk were filling his mouth.  He
swallowed and held it all.  When Trevor tried to continue to suck,  Con
pulled away.  "My cock's gone all sensitive, it almost hurts."    Trevor was
forced to watch the last oozing from Con's cock.

Trevor stood up.  Con flung his arms round Trevor's neck and hugged him
close.  "Russ that was wonderful.  Thank you.  I've never felt anything
approaching that.  Not even the first time I tossed myself off in the bath."

Eventually they broke apart.  They looked down at their cocks.  Con's  had
shrunk back to a semi-erect state,  Trevor's was as hard as ever,  and
pointing slightly up towards Con.

"I don't know that I can do that to you,  Russ?  I've never thought about
doing that."

"Don't do anything you don't feel happy doing.  Just toss me off,  you've
done that before, haven't you."

Con positioned himself so that he stood slightly behind Trevor with his cock
pressed into a buttock,  while with his right hand he began to toss off
Trevor.  Jim's hand worked hard for a couple of minutes.  Then Jim too
crouched down in front of Trevor.  He looked at Trevor's cock  just six
inches or so in front of his face.  It had a drop of the harbinger juice on
the tip,  it looked as though it was about to drop, leaving its long tail
down to the ground.   Jim lent forward and licked it off.  He looked up into
Trevor's eyes.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," said Trevor softly,
looking down into Con's upturned eyes.

"I know."  He lent forward again and this time kissed the top of Trevor's
cock.  And then plucking up courage,  he took it into his mouth.

It was not the best blow job that Trevor had ever received,  but it
certainly meant a lot to him.  Perhaps not as much as that moment when Isaac
first took Trevor's young cock into his mouth three and a half years before.
  Trevor had learnt how to keep some control over himself.  He decided not
to delay.  He felt his juices rising.

"I am going to shoot, very soon."

Con pulled his mouth away,  but not quite quick enough.  Trevor's full
blast,  or rather blasts,  caught Con full in the face.  He spluttered,  and
pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his face.  Then looking up at Trevor he
laughed.  They both laughed.

"Sorry about that," said Trevor, still giggling.

"That's alright. All in a day's work."

They stood,  arms around each other,  and kissing.

Slowly,  reluctantly,  they realised that it was over for that day.  They
pulled their pants and trousers up.  They got their bicycles.  It was down
hill into Upshire.  They free wheeled down the hill,  hands off handle bars
for some of the way,  shouting out aloud,  with all the exuberance and joy
of fulfilled early youth.

Isaac realised as soon as they got back what must have happened.  He was
both pleased and sad.  The three of them had an enjoyable evening playing
cards.

"You had a good time, then?" said Isaac later, when he and Trevor were in
bed.

"We played in the forest.  And it was good.  But Isaac,  know this, you are
still my number one.  I like Con,  I like him very much.  But I love you.
And now I want to say thank you for being such a wonderful man to me.  For
being so understanding.  For allowing to happen,  what you knew would
happen. For giving me freedom.  For encouraging me.  I am even more totally
yours tonight,  when, how and for as long as you want.  Con's got a nice
cock,  but my old familiar friend down here," he took hold of Isaac's cock,
"is still the best in the whole world,  and I want it in whatever way you
want tonight."


Their love making that night was prolonged,  and completely satisfying to
both of them.

***

Jeff at jeffyrks@hotmail.com

Footnote:-:-
I am not absolutely sure soap was rationed.  Perhaps a contemporary can help
me.