Date: Mon, 09 Jun 2003 18:54:46 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two Jubilees and One Spitfire Part 2
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Two Jubilees and a Spitfire.
Trevor comes from the East End of London and speaks with a cockney accent.
This involves a total non
use of an `h' at the beginning of the a word. Also `th' is frequently
pronounced `v' or `f'. I have always
used a `v', even where the sound would be an `f'. I have not done so when
the `th' occurs in the middle of a
word for obvious reason. i.e.`Other' as `over' gives a completely different
meaning. I hope this does not
make reading too difficult, but helps to give colour to the dialogue.
Resume:- Autumn 1939. Trevor, a seven year old from the slums of the East
End of London has been evacuated down to Somerset, in the West Country. He
is with the Hearn family Eric, Mabel and their two sons Harry and Billy.
Two Jubilees and a Spitfire. Part Two.
At first Trevor found the two and a half mile walk to school hard going,
and the return trip especially so. But many days of that September and
October were fine and sunny. He observed for the first time the great
changes of the seasons. The leaves, still green when he arrived at
Binchcombe, in October began to change colour. Then came some high winds
and the leaves fluttered down from the trees, to collect in coloured
carpets in the sheltered parts of the lanes and fields. As the season
progressed, so the temperature dropped, and there were more wet days.
Sometimes they would arrive at school with damp clothes, and the smell of
drying garments would pervade the classroom. Often they would arrive home
wet, and they would be sent upstairs to change into something dry. The
wet clothes would be hung on the clothes horse in front of the kitchen
range.
Trevor settled well into the pattern of Hearn family life. He was not a
naughty boy. Trouble usually arose between Harry and Billy. As the weeks
went by Trevor found himself to be spending more and more time out and about
with Harry. He was almost the older boy's shadow. Both the Hearns and the
Joliffes commented on.this. Harry did not mind, and seemed to enjoy
Trevor's presence and help. Billy was much more of a home boy. He was
happy playing with his toys in the cottage.
The exercise of walking to school and back, climbing trees, and running
around the farm gave Trevor rosy cheeks and stronger muscles. The pallor
that he had had from his life in London soon went. He was much healthier.
All this would have continued without any change had not Billy caught
chickenpox. He was off colour, miserable and awkward for a couple of days,
and then the cause was revealed when early one morning he was seen to be
covered in spots. Harry had had chickenpox some years earlier, and Trevor
thought that he had had it. Billy was running a high temperature, and his
spots were beginning to itch. There was no way he could continue to sleep
with Harry. An adult conference was held, and it was decided to move the
single bed into Mr and Mrs Hearn's bedroom and let Billy sleep there until
he was feeling better. Trevor would have to sleep in the double bed with
Harry for a few nights.
On the first night of the new arrangement Trevor was sent up to bed at the
usual time. Three quarters of an hour later when Harry came up Trevor was
still awake.
"I hope you don't kick or snore," said Harry with a smile, as he started to
undress.
Trevor just lay in bed and watched.
Harry pulled off his pullover and shirt, and then his socks. He stood up
and faced Trevor as he undid his belt, and lowered his trousers. He
grinned at Trevor as his penis was revealed. He took it in his hand and
played with it and his testicles for a moment or two. Trevor watched
intently. Then he blew out the candle and got into bed. He immediately
snuggled up to Trevor. "I can give you a proper kiss tonight."
They kissed, but this time it was for longer. Harry's arm came over and
pulled Trevor closer to him. This was something new for Trevor, to feel
the warm flesh of another pressed against him. He felt his penis begin to
stiffen. He was beginning to experience this at various times, especially
when he first woke in the morning. But it was not a response that he wanted
Harry to know about. He pulled his crotch away a little.
"What's the matter, Trev," whispered Harry. "Your dickey getting hard?"
Trevor nodded, and Harry sensed the movement of the younger boy's head.
"So's mine."
Much to Trevor's embarrassment Harry reached down and with his hand felt
Trevor's dick. It felt good.
"You've got a nice one there. Big for your age," whispered Harry. "Feel
mine."
Trevor hesitated.
"Go on. It won't bite." Harry caught hold of Trevor's hand and placed it
on his own dick.
Trevor was surprised both at how big it was and also at the feel. It was
both hard, and yet in another sense, soft. He felt the pubic hair.
"I like you doing that," said Harry. "I hope you like me holding you."
"Yea. It's good."
"I'd like you to toss me off."
"What do'ya mean?" asked Trevor.
"Don't you know about tossing off?"
"No."
"If you did this to me for a few minutes." Harry proceeded to illustrate
by doing the necessary to Trevor's dick. "I'd spunk."
"What's that?" whispered Trevor.
"Spunk is a white liquid that shoots out of your dick when you do that to
it."
"What does it do vat for?"
Further discussion was interrupted by the sounds of Mr and Mrs Hearn coming
to bed. "I'll tell you in the morning." He gave Trevor a kiss. "Turn
over, Trev, and I'll cuddle you to sleep."
Trevor turned away from Harry, and he felt Harry get closer to him. He
felt Harry's dick against his bum, and he liked it.
They were woken by the usual knock on the door as Mr Hearn made his way down
stairs. "Up you get, boys. Breakfast and school."
They got out of bed and dressed. Each eyed the other's dick. Then they
went downstairs, and took turns to make the first expedition down the
garden to the privy.
***
After they had eaten breakfast they were soon on their way to school. Once
they were out of sight of the cottage Harry put an arm round Trevor's
shoulders. "You all right, Trev?"
"Course I am. Why?"
"After last night. Did you like it."
"Yea. Why?" asked Trevor.
"Just wondered. I was going to tell you about spunk, wasn't I? Do you
want me to?"
"Yea. Am I able to make vis spunk stuff?"
"Not yet. You will be when you are a bit older. When you get some hairs
round your dick you'll know that soon you'll be able to make spunk. It's
made by your balls."
"What for?"
"It is the man's seed. It goes to make a baby."
"I thought a baby was made in a mummy's tummy."
"It is," explained Harry. "But the man had to put his seed in her."
"How does he do that?"
"His dick gets hard and he puts it in a special hole that is at the top
between a woman's legs."
"Up her bum?" asked Trevor.
"No, women have a special hole. They have a bum hole to shit out of, and
a pee hole to piss out of, and between them there is this other hole,
where the dick goes in, and when the baby has grown big enough the baby
comes out of it."
"Cor. You're pulling my leg."
"No. Honest Injun, its true."
"How long does it take for a baby to grow inside a mummy?"
"About nine months. About same time as a cow. An elephant takes a lot
longer."
"Vey do it the same way?"
"Yea. One of these days you may see a bull stick his great big dick up a
cow, or a couple of dogs at it. Even the chickens do it. The cock is the
dad chicken and the hens the mums, though they lay eggs as you know, and
they have to sit on them until the chick is ready to hatch. You may see a
cow giving birth to a calf, that is very interesting."
They walked along the lane towards the village in silence for while.
Then Trevor spoke up. Vis making spunk. What does it feel like?"
"It's wonderful. Great. It is the most wonderful feeling I've ever had.
Can't put it into words. I have been able to do it since the summer. Some
of us boys from school do it at the same time. Sometimes we do it to each
other, and that's even better."
***
When school was over that afternoon, they walked through the village on
their way home. Harry stopped outside the village shop, and popped inside
for a few minutes. When they got back to the cottage Billy was still
quite ill, running a temperature and feeling very itchy.
The routine of going to bed was the same that evening, except that Billy
was already upstairs asleep in his parent's bedroom. Trevor lay awake
waiting for Harry. Eventually he heard the door open at the foot of the
stairs, and the familiar tread of Harry mounting the stairs, candle in
hand. Harry put his finger to his lips to signal to Trevor not to talk.
He did not want his parents below to know that Trevor was still awake.
Trevor watched as Harry got undressed. He did not bother to put on the
usual pair of pants that he wore in bed. Soon the candle was being blown out
and Harry climbed into bed. He immediately reached beneath his pillow and
pulled out a torch. "I bought some new batteries in the shop on the way
back from school" He switched it on, and they went down underneath the
bedclothes.
"Take those pants off, Trev."
Trevor obeyed.
The two boys lay on their sides facing each other. Both their penises were
hanging down limp. Trevor watched with fascination as Harry's cock began
to harden. He had seen his own hard several times, but this was a
different matter, and a much more exciting matter, to watch the erection of
a larger penis on an older boy. He watched as Harry's penis thickened and
began to lengthen. He watched as the glans pushed out through the foreskin,
until it was fully exposed. His own penis began to harden.
Harry reached across and took hold of Trevor's hand and placed it on his
dick, and then he held Trevor's dick. Harry told Trevor again about the
boys at school. "Sometimes we make spunk together. Sometimes we use our
hands on each others dick. Sometimes another boy's hand will pull at your
dick. Something like milking a cow. You've done that. It's so good lots
of men do it as often as they can. One older boy at school says he does it
four or five times a day."
"Can I watch you do it?"
"If you want. But I'd like your hand to do it. But I'll let you watch
tonight."
Harry began to feel the small balls on the younger boy. "These'll get
bigger, and hang further down when you start making spunk."
They lay side by side for several minutes feeling and touching each other.
"Let me show you what I want you to do," said Harry. He proceeded to pull
at himself in the way that is familiar to the vast majority of masturbating
males. "Can you do that?"
Trevor reached over again, and began to pull at Harry's dick. He did not
have to handle it for long. When Harry began to breath deeply and move a
around, he stopped, worried that he was hurting Harry.
"Carry on. Carry on. I'm going to shoot."
Trevor resumed his pulling of his hand up and down on Harry's penis. Then
to his surprise, by the light of the torch under the sheets, he saw
Harry's penis stiffen even more and a jet of white liquid shoot from the
slit. Three times it did so, each time a little less strongly than the
first. He was conscious of a smell, somehow clean and attractive. He
sniffed several times. It was to be something he was going to be very
familiar with over the years.
"Thanks, Trev." Harry scooped some of the spunk up with a finger and looked
at it. "That's spunk. Lovely spunk." He put his finger into his mouth.
"Tastes good too. Want some?"
Trevor shook his head. He was not prepared to go that far. Harry reached
under the pillow and brought out a handkerchief and mopped up.
"Thanks Trev." Harry snuggled up to Trevor and they exchanged kisses.
"You're a good lad. I like you very much. I wish you were my brother."
Trevor was feeling sleepy, so he turned over. Harry spooned up to Trevor's
back. And put an arm over him, gently cupping his dick and balls.
***
They had just ten nights alone in the bedroom, before Billy was thought
well enough to return to his normal bed. All went well for three nights.
Trevor was back in the single bed, and Harry and Billy in the double bed.
On the fourth night, soon after Harry had come to bed a real fight broke
out between the two brothers. This time Trevor thought that Harry was most
to blame. Mr Hearn came rushing upstairs, very angry indeed. Harry was
pulled from the bed and shouted at for fighting with the convalescent
Billy. "You are old enough to know better," shouted Mr Hearn. "Billy is
not fully well, and you start fighting." He started pulling off the
leather belt which held up his trousers. "Bend over the end of the bed."
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Five times the leather strap landed on Harry's bare bottom. He was
whimpering after the second, and crying out aloud after the fourth.
"Get back into bed, and don't let me hear another cheep from any of you."
Harry climbed back into bed, and Trevor caught sight of a very red bottom.
Harry lay sobbing in the bed for quite a while. Eventually the three boys
went off to sleep.
In the morning Mr Hearn called them as usual as he made his way downstairs
to light the fire in the kitchener.[ Coal or wood burning cooking stove]
Trevor saw that Harry's bottom was still very red.
It was over breakfast that Harry made his suggestion. "Mum and Dad, you
know that Billy and I don't sleep well together. When Trev and I slept
together there was no trouble was there? Why can't we sleep together, and
Billy sleep in his old bed?"
Mr and Mrs Hearn looked at each other.
"I don't see why not," said Mr Hearn.
"Would you mind?" asked Mrs Hearn of Trevor.
"No, Auntie Mabel, I wouldn't mind."
"Alright then. But if there is any trouble from either of you, you will
pay, and it will be back to the way it was before."
Trevor looked across at Harry, who, as neither of his parents were watching
him, gave Trevor a quick wink.
Harry and Trevor set out for school. No sooner were they out of sight of
the cottage, than Harry leapt in the air and danced around Trevor. "I've
done it. I've done it. We can sleep together."
"Did you fight Billy on purpose?" asked Trevor.
"Yes, of course I did."
"But didn't vat beating 'urt?"
Yea, a lot. But it was worth it to sleep with you. I know we will have to
be very quiet. But Billy usually sleeps like a log. We can cuddle, and
you can toss me off every night, though we'd better do it all in the dark."
Trevor put his arm round Harry, and gave him a kiss. "You're brave. I
wanted to cuddle you last night after you'd been beaten."
"Thanks, Trev. You can cuddle me all night tonight."
So another pattern was set.
***
As the autumn term progressed the weather turned cooler. One day in the
middle of November the boys returned from school wet through. As the
evening progressed the wind increased and the rain could be heard beating
against the window panes. The gale raged through the night, removing the
last of the leaves from the trees. It was the first real storm of the
winter. What they, and everybody else in England, did not know was that the
break in the weather caused Adolf Hitler to postpone until the spring his
attack on the west. The failure of the war to see any real fighting was
causing some Americans to begin calling it the 'phoney war'.
There was still a regular weekly letter written at school that was sent to
Trevor's parents. Each week the postman delivered a letter from London for
Trevor. There was also a correspondence between Mrs Hearn and Trevor's
mother. News of Trevor's activities were reported, and Mrs Russell sent
letters of thanks, and postal orders with some pocket money for Trevor.
Did Trevor miss his parents? That is a difficult question to answer. He
was happy down in Somerset. He was leading an active life, full of new
interests. His friendship with Harry was a surprise to the Hearns. But as
long as all the boys were happy about it, they were happy that Harry and
Trevor should spend a lot of time together. But there were times when he
longed to see his parents, and especially to be with his Dad.
***
Then as November moved towards December, thoughts of Christmas began to fill
the Hearn household. The pudding was made, and the smell of it being
steamed on the range permeated the house. The cake was baked. On three
consecutive Saturdays Mrs Hearn took a boy into Bridgewater to buy presents.
Trevor's mother had sent some money for this purpose.
Late in the afternoon of Christmas Eve Mr Joliffe, the farmer, knocked on
the cottage door. He spoke to Mr Hearn, "Eric, I am pretty sure that
Daisy is about to drop her calf."
"OK. I'll be right across."
"Can Trev and I come too?" asked Harry.
"I don't see why not, as long as you don't disturb Daisy. She's placid and
done it afore."
"Wrap up warm, before you go out," added Mabel Hearn.
Soon they were hurrying across to the cowshed. Daisy was in a stall by
herself. Eric Hearn got in the stall with her, Mr Joliffe and the boys
stood looking through the bars of a hurdle that had been placed to keep
Daisy in the stall. Harry had seen it all many times before, but to Trevor
it was a totally new experience. He stood there with an open mouth, as he
saw the calf begin to emerge. He gasped when he saw it fall to the ground.
He continued to watch in wonder as Daisy turned and began to lick the new
born calf. "It's a heifer," announced Eric Hearn. They watched as the
calf struggled to her feet, and began to suck at Daisy.
"Well," said Eric Hearn, as they walked back to the cottage. "What did you
think of that, Trevor?"
"How did the calf get out. The hole seems so small."
"It stretches, and there are strong muscles that push the calf out."
"Why doesn't it 'urt itself when it falls to ve ground?"
"Its all limp. The cow stands because when the beasts were wild they had
to be ready to run from dangerous animals."
"Lions and tigers?"
"Yes, something like that."
"When we are born 'ow do we get out of our Mummy?"
"This question stumped Eric Hearn. "I think you'd better ask Auntie Mabel
when we get in."
When they were in the kitchen and the outdoor clothes removed. Eric Hearn
said, "Mabe, Trevor has got a question for you. You know more about it
than I do."
"And what is your question?" asked Mrs Hearn.
"Well." He was a bit embarrassed. "I saw a calf being born, and I want to
know about a baby being born. I know ve man has to put 'is seed in ve Mummy,
and that ve baby grows in 'er tummy. 'Arry told me all about vat." Mr
and Mrs Hearn looked first at each other, and then at Harry. A slight
smile flashed across Eric Hearn's face. " But 'ow does it get out?"
"Some muscles push it out from a special opening between the Mummy's legs.
It's not all that different from a cow."
"Does ve Mummy stand up and ve baby drop out?"
"No. She can give birth in a number of positions."
" 'ow did you when you gave birth to 'Arry and Billy."
Mabel Hearn blushed. "You are a load of questions tonight, young man. But
it's good for you to know. I lay on my back."
"Did it 'urt?"
"Yes. A lot. Especially when Harry was born. He took a long while. I
were a lot quicker with Billy"
Eric Hearn came to his wife's rescue, and standing behind Trevor, ruffled
his hair. "Well young man you've learnt a lot this evening."
"I think you men folk have had a very suitable experience for a Christmas
Eve, when you remember where Jesus was born," said Mabel Hearn.
The boys were sent off to bed. All three hung their stockings at the end of
their bed. Harry did not believe in Father Christmas, and Trevor and
Billy were still going through the process of disbelieving. However whether
they believed or not their stockings were full when they woke in the
morning. Each boy had the same, an orange, an apple, a bob coin [1
shilling or 12d in old money, 5p in decimal money - but worth a lot more
then than now], and a comic.
On Christmas Day morning the boys walked with Eric Hearn to church. This
meant that Mabel Hearn could get on with preparing the meal without the
impediment of the males of the household. They returned with glowing faces
and empty stomachs. The meal consisted of roast chicken, with roast
potatoes and parsnips, brussel sprouts, and carrots. Then came the
Christmas pudding and each boy discovered to his delight than in the pudding
there was a tiny threepenny joey. [A very small round silver coin]. These
were later exchanged for the more usual octagonal threepenny piece, and the
silver joeys put away for next year's Christmas pudding.
Christmas Day was the only day of the year when the boys helped with the
wiping? up with enthusiasm, because immediately afterwards there was the
opening of the main presents. These had been placed under the Christmas
tree for them all to see. There were squeals of delight as the various
presents were opened. The final present was for Trevor; it was wrapped in
brown paper and had postage stamps on it. It bore a London postmark. It
was from his parents. Trevor ripped off the paper: inside was a wooden jig
saw. The picture was of a college in Oxford. For a moment there was a
feeling of homesickness, but the excitement of the day was soon resumed.
At three o'clock they all went over to the farm to listen to the King's
speech. The Joliffe's had a radio, or wireless, as it was usually called.
They listened in silence to the stammering voice of the King. At the end
they all stood to attention as the National Anthem was played. Mrs Joliffe
gave them all a drink, and a piece of her Christmas cake.
When they got back to the cottage Eric Hearn went into the shed and brought
out a large piece of plywood. "You can do your jigsaw on this, Trev."
The three boys spent a large part of the rest of the day doing the jigsaw.
This was interrupted by further eating, mince pies, and Mabel Hearn's
Christmas cake.
***
It was two days after Christmas that the boys were in bed. Harry had
snuggled up to Trevor, and they had kissed. Trevor could feel Harry's hard
dick pressing into him. His own much smaller dick was pressing into Harry.
Then Harry took Trevor's hand and put it on his own dick. Trevor knew what
this meant. He began to do what he was now used to doing. He thought of it
as ' making Harry spunk'. Harry kissed Trevor, and played with his dick in
return. Harry was just approaching the point of no return. He was
restless, and breathing deeply. Trevor knew Harry was close to shooting
his load.
Then came Billy's voice out of the darkness, "What are you two doing?"
There was a moment of complete silence. "I can't get comfortable," said
Harry, "You know what I'm like in bed. Go to sleep, Billy."
There could be no more that night. Billy was quickly back asleep, Trevor
followed after a quarter of an hour or so. Harry took much longer, but
eventually his dick grew limp and he dropped off to sleep.
***
The weather had turned cold, and there was a hard frost. The mud of the
farm and the lanes was frozen solid. Even the pond was ice covered. The
boys were outside doing their various jobs around the farm and cottage.
Harry had to dig the hole for the emptying of the privy. Fortunately only
the top inch of the earth was frozen. A pick axe soon broke through the
frozen layer. Billy returned to the warmth of the cottage.
Harry took Trevor away from the farm. "I don't think we dare do it any
more in bed. Billy nearly caught us at it last night. If he had found out
he would have told Mum and Dad."
Harry took Trevor up a lane towards an isolated barn. He led the way
inside. He put his arms round Trevor. "I want you to do it to me here."
He unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled out his hardening dick. Then he
undid the buttons on Trevor's trousers, and pulled out his dick. They
rubbed the two together, and both were soon fully hard.
"I like doing this with you, Trev."
Trevor gave his hero a kiss. He put his hand down and held the older boy's
dick.
"Go on, make me shoot my spunk."
Though it was cold, very soon Harry shot his load. Trevor was surprised
just how far it shot when not under the bed clothes. So Trevor and Harry's
sexual activities assumed a new pattern. They had to find a secluded
corner. They could not undress, and it was usually just tossing off.
Harry made sure that Trevor enjoyed the attention that he was paid. In bed
at night they still continued to enjoy being close. Hugs and kisses could
be done in silence, but 'making spunk' was too noisy.
On the evening of the third day after the New Year Eric Hearn returned from
a trip to the privy at the end of the garden and announced that it was
beginning to snow.
The next morning when the boys woke they immediately sensed the difference.
There was an unusual quietness. Harry rushed to the window and pulled
aside the heavy blackout curtain. "It's snowed, and it's still snowing."
Billy and Trevor rushed to join him. Everywhere was covered with a thick
layer of snow.
Eric Hearn knocked on the door. "Soon be breakfast boys. I don't think
you'll be going to school today, there's been a heavy fall of snow."
The farm and its attendant cottage were cut off from the outside world for a
couple of days. Even then it was quite a job for Mr Joliffe and Eric Hearn
to get a horse and cart down to the village. It was a week before Mabel
Hearn allowed the boys to go to school. They handed the usual excuse note
to their teacher, with a request that if it started snowing again they
would be sent home immediately. The boys enjoyed the week at home. The
farm soon resumed normal operations. Clad in thick windproof clothes, and
wellington boots, they found plenty to do. The sledge that Eric Hearn had
made for Harry a few years before was brought out of the shed. There was a
good slope a short distance from the farm. Sometimes all three boys lay on
top of each other and went down the hill. But Trevor and Harry preferred
it when there were just two of them, and Trevor lay on top of Harry.
Sometimes they deliberately rolled off and wrestled in the snow, always
ending up with a hug and a kiss. Billy usually stayed in for the
afternoon, as one session out in the cold was enough for him. Harry and
his shadow Trevor played games of being Scott and Shackleton in the
Antarctic. Always they had a session in some corner of the farm, or up at
the more isolated barn. Trevor made Harry 'make spunk' every day,
sometimes more than once a day.
The walk to and from school in the snow was fun the first few times, but
when there was an icy wind blowing, it was very unpleasant.
***
There was one small but significant change in the Hearn household. Billy
had found out about Harry and the making of the wooden model planes. In the
cold weather Harry was allowed to whittle at the wood with his sharp
penknife in the kitchen. Slowly over several evening before their eyes,
the distinctive shape of a Spitfire emerged.
"It's going to be a Spitfire," said Trevor one evening.
"Yes, a Spitfire," answered Harry.
Three or four evenings later the Spitfire was finished.
Eric Hearn picked it up and looked at it. "This is the best you've made
yet, Harry. It's good. Well done."
"Can I have it?" asked Billy.
"No. I made it for myself. It's mine."
"I want it," shouted Billy.
"Harry made it," said Eric Hearn. "It's his to keep for himself or to give
away only if he wants."
"But I want it."
"Billy!" said Eric Hearn sharply.
Billy withdrew into a resentful silence. He continued to covet the
spitfire.
Whenever Harry got his planes out to play with Billy would ask for the
spitfire. Trevor and Billy were allowed to touch and play with it, but
Harry refused to give it away.
***
The winter of 1940 was one of the coldest. Eventually the sun began to gain
more strength, and in the middle of the day the eaves began to drip with
water, which froze into long icicles at night. One evening Eric Hearn
brought a three foot icicle into the kitchen. Mabel Hearn disapproved as
it dropped water everywhere. It was broken up and placed in a bucket before
the stove, and the boys watched it melt. Then at long last the wind
veered into the west, and over one night most of the snow was gone. There
were no small patches left behind waiting to be taken away by a fresh fall
of snow. [See footnote 1]
Underneath the snow the snowdrops and crocuses had been growing. Soon
everywhere was bursting with life. Birds were twittering everywhere.
Violets and primroses bloomed in the hedge row. Wild flowers were a totally
new experience for Trevor.
It was one Saturday afternoon when the snow had gone, and was almost
forgotten. The sun was shining, and just the occasional cumulus cloud
sailing across the sky like a galleon. The three boys had been playing
together for a large part of the afternoon. Billy said that he wanted to go
in. Harry looked at Trevor and gave him a wink. Trevor knew exactly what
that meant. He was as eager as Harry for it to happen.
They made their way up to the small barn that stood a couple of fields above
the farm. They walked purposefully up the hill, busy talking together.
As they had done so many time before, they entered the barn, and made
their way to the corner where they had got together so many times before.
For the first time the place felt warm. Previously the cold had restricted
them. They had just got their dicks out, anything further would have been
too cold.
"It's a lot warmer today," said Harry. "Let's take our trousers off, and
we can get together like we used to in bed, before Billy started waking
up."
Obedient to the older boy's orders, Trevor pulled his trousers and pants
down. He was proud of his nearly eight year old dick that stood out
proudly. It might not be as big as Harry's, and it might not 'make spunk'
yet, but it felt good when Harry held it and played with it.
They stood facing each other holding and playing with each other's dick.
Harry bent forward and gave Trevor a kiss. Trevor responded with a kiss in
return.
"Some boys say it is sissy to kiss, but I like it," said Harry.
Trevor's response was to give Harry a long kiss.
Then Harry took his hand off Trevor, and pushed his groin forward at
Trevor. Trevor moved his hand and the two boys stood in the dim light of
the interior of that old barn enjoying the feeling of cocks together, of
warm flesh rubbing against warm flesh.
"Do you like that, Trev."
"Yep. Pity we can't still do it in bed. I'd like to feel you on top of me,
or me on top of you."
"That'd be good." They continued standing there, close and rubbing
together. "We could go over and lie down on that hay over there. One on
top of the other. Shall we?"
They broke apart. and with their trousers and pants round their ankles
began to waddle over towards the hay that was in the corner of the barn.
Suddenly the door of the barn opened. Light flooded in, and they were
revealed in the spot light of a shaft of sunshine. Eric Hearn stood at the
door. "What the bloody hell do you boys think you are doing?" he shouted.
There was no answer they could give. They were caught, found out. Guilt
was written across their faces.
They both began to pull up their pants and trousers. "You can leave those
down, Harry." Eric Hearn began to undo his leather belt and pull it out
from his trousers. "Harry you are old enough to know better. You know what
you are doing is wrong, don't you?" Harry nodded. "Trevor is much
younger than you. I suppose you've been getting him to toss you off?"
Harry nodded again. Eric Hearn had been young once, and knew what often
went on. He'd engaged in it himself in his younger days. But things were
different now. Now he was a signed and paid up member of the Parent's
Union.
He cracked his belt in the air. "What you were doing was wrong. Leading a
younger boy astray is wrong. I am going to give you five of the best for
both faults. That be ten in all."
Harry gasped, the most he had ever had before was the five that he had
received when he had been fighting with Billy in bed. That had been almost
unendurable. He did not know how he would stand ten.
"Dad?" appealed Harry.
"Don't Dad me. You know you've done wrong. Serious wrong. I'm going to
make sure you pay for it, and remember it for the rest of your life. Now
bend over and take your punishment like a man."
Harry bent over.
"No go over by the wall, and put your hands on the wall."
Harry shuffled over to the wall, and positioned himself to take the
punishment.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Ten times the belt landed on Harry bare bottom.
Angry red weals were raised on his bottom. He managed to bear the first
three in silence. He then cried out in pain. When Eric Hearn had finished
Harry was standing crying, with the tears pouring down his face.
"Pull your trousers up. And go back home, and then straight up to your
room."
Harry pulled his trousers up. He turned towards his father, and spoke
between gut wrenching sobs. "Dad....It was all my fault....It wasn't
Trev's fault at all.....Punish me some more.....don't punish him."
"Go to your room, boy, as I've told you."
Harry made his way out of the barn, with the tears still cascading down
his cheeks.
All the time this had been going on Trevor had been standing in the corner
of the barn. He had been trying to pull up his trousers, but his attention
was on the beating that Harry was receiving. He looked on with shocked
horror. Was it to be his turn next? The thought of receiving a beating
like that loosened his bladder. Fortunately his trousers were not yet up,
so most of his pee landed safely on the floor of the barn.
When Harry left the barn Eric Hearn turned to him. "And now, Trevor. You
knew what you were doing was wrong didn't you?"
Trevor gave a guilty nod.
"You know you should be punished for it don't you?"
"Yes, uncle Eric," muttered Trevor in a whisper.
"You are not my son. If you were I'd give you three of the best. But
you're not my son. I am not going to thrash you. That's what you deserve.
Instead you will be on bread and water for the rest of today. Tomorrow you
will not be allowed to play out when you come home from school. You will
spend the rest of today and tomorrow up in your bedroom. If I hear any
talking you will be in trouble. Understand?
"Yes, Uncle Eric," said a very subdued Trevor.
When they got back to the cottage, Harry was sent to spend the rest of the
day in his parent's bedroom, and Trevor to the boy's bedroom. Both boys
were only allowed down to go to the end of the garden, and to wash and clean
their teeth immediately before going to bed.
Harry went up into his parents room. He tried sitting on a chair that was
there, but that was too painful. He tried lying on his back on the bed,
but that too hurt, so he lay on his stomach with his very red and sore
bottom exposed to the air.
After the rest had eaten their meal. Eric Hearn went upstairs into his own
bedroom. Harry looked to see who it was. When he saw that it was his
father he immediately turned his face to the wall.
"You have received your punishment, Harry. I have nothing further to say to
you on that score. I have got some cream here, that I want to rub on your
bottom. It will remove some of the sting."
Harry remained face to the wall. There was still the occasional sob to be
heard from him. Very gently Eric Hearn proceeded to apply some soothing
cream to his son's sore buttocks. He did it for a while in total silence.
When he had finished he continued to sit there on the edge of the bed.
"Harry, I was also very proud of you this afternoon."
Harry turned to face his father, a puzzled expression on his face.
"After you had received the beating, you took all the blame on yourself.
You even offered to receive further punishment rather than let young Trevor
be beaten. I was very proud of you, son, very proud." He reached over and
ruffled Harry's hair, in the familiar loving way that he had.
Harry moved quickly. He sat up and flung his arms round his father, and
the tears poured out. His father put his arms round the boy. They sat
there on the bed hugging each other for nearly an hour and a half. Few
words were said. They were not needed. Both father and son knew just how
much they loved each other.
The whole episode started a debate between the senior Hearns. Could they
continue to keep young Trevor in their limited accommodation? Three days
later Mabel Hearn wrote to Trevor's mother.
Dear Mrs Russell,
I am sorry to have to write about this. We live in a very small cottage,
and all three boys are growing up fast. We started with Harry and Billy
sleeping together, and that did not work at all well. We have been trying
Harry and Trevor together, and it is not working very well. I know that
Billy and Trevor would not work. Would you like me to try to find someone
else around here who could take care of Trevor; or would you like to think
of his returning to London. Many of the other evacuee children have already
gone home, and the war does seem to be quiet.
Yours truly Mabel Hearn.
Trevor was unaware of the ensuing short correspondence between his parents
in London and the Hearns in Somerset. Yes, the phoney war was continuing.
London had not been obliterated. Many of his fellow evacuee children had
returned to London.
***
Trevor's parents decided that the time had come to bring him home.
So it was that one bright sunny Friday afternoon in early April the three
boys made their way back from school. There was one stretch of the way
where the lane to the farm ran straight for half a mile. In the distance
coming towards them there was the unfamiliar figure of a man. They talked
among themselves as to who it was. Then suddenly Trevor gave a loud cry.
"Dad! Dad!" He ran forward and was swept off his feet into the arms of
his father. There were tears of joy on both their faces at the reunion.
Harry and Billy walked up to them. Trevor wriggled to be put down. "Dad,
this is Harry. This is Billy. My Dad," he said looking up proudly at
his father.
The four of them walked back towards the farm. Trevor talked nineteen to
the dozen.
Mabel Hearn stood at the door of the cottage and watched them approach.
She smiled as she saw the delight on both Trevor's and his father's faces.
They were no sooner back than Trevor was dragging his father by the arm to
come with him to see the farm. It was a new experience for Mr Russell. He
had been born and bred in the East End of London. The furthest away he had
been was an annual day trip of a summer time down to the seaside at
Southend on Sea He had seen fields with cows in them, but he had never
been on a farm. Trevor was now the authority and explained everything to
his father, much as Harry had explained everything to him seven months
before.
Trevor now knew that this was to be his last night on the farm. There was
no opportunity to be alone with Harry. Billy was sent off to bed. It was
the turn of a very excited Trevor to go upstairs next. Then three
quarters of an hour later Harry came up. Trevor was still awake. He
watched Harry get undressed. He was given the usual kiss, and Harry
climbed into bed with Billy. Mrs Hearn came up to bed, and the two men
stayed talking downstairs. They were both surprised how much they had to
talk about. Until that day Trevor's father had never been more than thirty
miles from London. Eric Hearn was a countryman. The largest town he had
ever been to was Taunton, twelve miles away, and he had only visited that
five or six times.
Mr Russell settled down to spend the night on the sofa.
It was in the middle of the night that Trevor was wakened by Harry getting
into bed with him.
"I can't let this last night go without even a cuddle," whispered Harry.
"What if Billy hears again."
"I'll get beaten again. The pain passes." He kissed Trevor. "I'm going
to miss you."
Trevor clasped Harry close to himself. "I wish we could stay together."
"So do I. You know Trev, I think I love you. I think I really love you."
The bed was too narrow to lie comfortably side by side, so Harry climbed
on top of Trevor. Their hardened dicks lay side by side, pushing into each
other. They continued to kiss. Then Trevor felt Harry's body go stiff,
he felt the dick pulse and the familiar hot wet jets of spunk sprayed onto
his stomach. For Trevor is was the first time he had experienced the climax
with Harry lying on top of him. It was not to be the last. They continued
to lie together and kiss. Then they heard the birds begin to herald the
approach of dawn. They exchanged a final kiss, and Harry crept out of
Trevor's bed and back into his own.
Trevor's case was packed. Mr Joliffe was to take Trevor and his father in
the farm cart down to Binchcombe station. Trevor went for a final round of
goodbyes, first to all the animals, then to Mrs Joliffe, with all the
solemnity of a seven year old, thanking her for showing him how to milk a
cow. She gave him a jar full of clotted cream for his mother when they got
home.
The four Hearns stood at the end of the path leading up to the cottage. Mr
Russell shook hands with the Eric and Mabel Hearn. Eric Hearn gave Trevor
a big hug. Mabel Hearn gave him another big hug and a kiss. He said
goodbye to Billy, too old to give him a hug, and too young to shake his
hand. He looked for Harry but he was nowhere to be seen. They all
looked around, and called out for Harry but there was no answer. Mr
Russell climbed up into the cart.
Then Harry came dashing out from behind the cottage. In his hand he
clutched the newly made Spitfire. "This is for you," he said handing it to
Trevor. He flung his arms round Trevor, and whispered in his ear.
"Remember that I love you, and I think I always will."
Trevor hugged him back. "Thanks Harry. Thanks for the Spitfire, thanks
for everything."
They broke apart, and Eric Hearn lifted Trevor up into the cart.
Mr Joliffe signalled to the horse to move, and the cart started lumbering
away. Trevor sat with one arm waving to those left behind, and especially
at Harry. In the other hand He held tightly Harry's precious Spitfire. He
know just how much it must have cost Harry to have parted with it. The
waving continued until the cart eventually lumbered out of sight. There
were tears in several pairs of eyes.
Footnote:-
1. A part of English weather lore is that if patches of snow remain when
the thaw sets in it is waiting to be collected by a fresh heavy fall. It is
surprising how often this is proved accurate.
A personal memory is that I had a wooden jigsaw of Brasenose College,
Oxford. I remember 'doing' it many times during the war years.