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This is a very long tale. It unfolds over a good number of years. What is true, is true: what is not is otherwise. If you have trouble with the English educational system let me know. A dramatis personae will follow after a few installments - there are a lot of characters!
ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
Chapter 8: Continued
Pa was very pleased when I arrived home and delivered them and that was the last we saw of him that evening. Ma even took his supper into him and came out smiling and gave me a thumbs-up sign.
"All's well, it's going to work!"
What was going to work? I didn't know and obviously no-one was going to tell me. Any way I had other problems, my prick kept going stiff all evening and had even begun to twitch when I showed Ma Maureen's drawing. I said I would go to bed early as it would be a tiring day tomorrow and was in bed just after eight o'clock. Gosh, I really needed a wank and I kept thinking of Mike and how strong he was so it meant that as soon as I was in bed my shaft was so achingly hard my hand was straight on it. I tried to do it slowly but even so I came very quickly and then I lay still for ages just thinking what might have happened if I had hit him in the balls, I couldn't bear to hurt him.
Sunday October 23rd 1943
I was awake at half-past six and was washed and dressed ready for breakfast by seven. Of course, breakfast wasn't going to be ready for at least another hour so I went downstairs and practised, quietly, until Ma tapped on the door. Pa was just leaving for the labs and cheerfully wished me well and rushed away. Gosh, I was hungry so I finished up all the toast he hadn't eaten and as there was still ages before the others would arrive I went and practised again. Mrs Tring would be pleased, I could now play all the pieces without looking at the music and I found I was also listening to what I was playing.
Dead on ten o'clock Matt banged on the back door. He, like me, was dressed in grey shirt, shorts and an old school pullover.
Dead on three minutes past the other two turned up resplendent in khaki shirts and shorts with bright red and gold neckerchiefs and Scout hats and we set off.
It was a fine day and I realised it was going to be the longest bike ride I'd done in one go. Still, here goes and it turned out to be not so bad at all. As it was Sunday there was no traffic so we rode most of the way in pairs, changing over after every few miles or so. We stopped and had a rest at twelve and ate our sandwiches. Tony consulted the map and announced we only had about six miles to go so if we went a bit more slowly we could arrive just after two as that was the time his great-aunt was expecting us.
We found the village quite easily and rode along following a high wall until we came to some very tall gates. Tony said we had arrived and pushed open a smaller gate and we followed him down a drive which turned sharply and there was the house, or manor. It looked huge to me, but Tony said in his father's opinion it was one of the smaller examples of English manor houses as it only had twelve bedrooms. That seemed enough to me, one each for us and plenty to spare for his aunt.
He then said that there were only his aunt and her companion who lived in the house. Getting closer we saw that there were three steps to the front door and on the widest bottom step an enormous dog was lying down looking at us as we rode up. We stopped well clear.
"It's OK, it's only Bran, he knows me. I'll call him and he won't get up."
I was glad Tony had faith in his own voice as I didn't relish being chased by a dog that size.
Tony called out, "Bran, Bran!"
The dog lazily cocked an eye in his direction and then put its head back on it's paws.
"It's all right now, he knows we're friendly."
More to the point was the dog friendly. I had never been sure of dogs ever since some horrible little thing belonging to a neighbour had rushed at me when I was much smaller.
As we sat on our bikes and waited the door opened and a very tall, elderly woman came out followed by a much shorter, not much younger woman. Tony got off his bike and laid it down and went up to the steps. The dog didn't move. Tony's aunt came down the steps and gave him a kiss, much to our secret amusement. Then very politely he turned and introduced us.
All three of us put our bikes down and walked to the bottom step, keeping a wary eye on the dog. We each politely shook hands with Mrs Crossley and were introduced to Miss Pike, the companion. Throughout this I noticed the dog watching very carefully but not moving. Then Mrs Crossley called to the dog which proceeded to get up. It looked even bigger now it was standing up.
"This is Bran, he's an Irish wolf-hound, but he's very friendly if he knows you so tell him your name and shake paws."
Oh God, luckily I wasn't nearest so I didn't have to go first. Matt was, he bent down and stuck out a paw. He needn't have bent down as the dog sat up straight and looked him more or less straight in the eye and put out a paw. Matt calmly took hold of it and just as calmly announced, "Hello Bran, I'm Matt."
I could have sworn the dog winked at him and then as Matt let go the dog looked at Roo who went through the same procedure. Then it was my turn. I was quivering a bit, I'd never seen such an enormous dog. I took the dog's paw in mine, "Hello Bran, I'm Jacko, I hope we'll be friends."
Mrs Crossley laughed, "Now we're all introduced I think you'd all better call me Aunt Mary, don't you think, it won't be so formal. And the girls always call Miss Pike Miss P, so you could as well!"
I could see I was going to like 'Aunt Mary' and Miss Pike was rather jolly too. I wondered about Bran though, but he had now dropped back and was lying down again. And who were the girls? Then I remembered, someone had said there were some Land Girls who helped Mrs Crossley with her chickens. Mrs Crossley led us round to the back of the house and showed us a large stable where we could park our bikes. She said that as soon as we were ready we should come through to the kitchen where there was some food and drink as no doubt we were hungry after our ride.
Parking the bikes didn't take long and we were soon sitting at a long kitchen table wolfing down more sandwiches with glasses of homemade apple-juice. We didn't say much, I think we were rather overawed, but Aunt Mary kept up a continuous stream of information about the place and so on. We gathered that her main war effort was eggs. That is, she had loads of chickens which three Land Girls helped her to look after.
The main fields were let off to farmers so she only had two fields of vegetables and had two German prisoners-of-war from the local camp to help with these and the orchard. She hoped Matt and I would find plenty to occupy us whilst the others were away and they shouldn't think they were in for an easy time as she had arranged for them to call in at various checkpoints on their hike.
Tony looked rather bemused at this but his aunt directed a beaming smile at him and said he wasn't to worry as all his movements, like those of the enemy, would be closely monitored by her own secret police. Roo looked decidedly baffled but Aunt Mary gave him a great smile and said he was not to worry because she had to make sure he and Tony didn't get lost. By this time we had finished scoffing and Aunt Mary said we should see our rooms and led the way upstairs.
"By the way, Tony, would you and the others mind sharing two rooms as I think it would be more comfortable with a bathroom in between?"
Tony brightened up at this, "Gosh, Aunt, are we going to have the two nursery rooms, then?"
"Yes, that's what I'd planned. I think they would be very convenient."
She turned on the stairs, "Do you others mind?"
We chorused 'No' but I secretly wondered what 'nursery rooms' meant. However we continued up and onto a wide landing. My goodness, the landing ran the whole length of the house and apparently there were eight bedrooms facing the front with another four on two wings at the back. We processed along until we reached an open door. Aunt Mary ushered us in and I nearly tripped over our cases just inside. The room was very big and had one bed, almost a double-sized one. Tony had obviously been in here before.
"Oh, Aunt Mary, this was uncle Piers' room wasn't it?"
"Yes, and through that door is the bathroom and then the other room. That was my daughter's," ... she smiled at us, ... "but don't worry, she was mad on horses! You'll find there's plenty of hot water and the rooms will be quite warm. That's all due to the General. He said a contented army was a well-washed and warm army, and he practised what he preached."
She led us through a connecting door into the largest bathroom I had ever seen with a massive low bath in one corner and a separate small room containing a mahogany seated lav. There were plenty of highly polished brass taps, attachments and pipes around. A low gurgle came from Matt who was just behind me. I surreptitiously kicked his ankle and he lapsed into silence.
"You'll find everything you want here, there are plenty of towels in the airing cupboard over there."
The procession went on through another connecting door into the far bedroom which matched the first. Well, it matched in size, but where the decoration of the first was restrained here there was a riot of reds and blues, horse brasses, rosettes, bridles, whips and other various unknown to me items of horsiness, covering the walls and even the bed had a counterpane which looked like a very ornate type of horse blanket. I'm afraid I got an attack of the giggles and even a reciprocated kick from Matt had no effect. I blushed bright red. Aunt Mary turned and fixed me with a twinkling eye and a great grin on her face.
"I'm glad it affects you as it affects me. I've never dared change anything." She turned to face the four of us. "The rooms are yours for the week, you share them as you wish. I'm certain Piers and Ann would have liked you to have them.
One thing, make sure the blackout is secure. Just shut the shutters and pull the curtains and that will do it. Once the lights are out you can open them again. I'll leave you to it, you can wash and clean up and high tea will be at five in the dining-room, you'll hear the gong at five to."
She turned and opened the door into the corridor and went. We stood looking at each other.
"Who's going in which room?" asked Matt turning to Tony.
He shrugged his shoulders then made a most sensible suggestion, he'd obviously been working it out while we doing our tour. "Well, why not tonight, you and me could have this room and Roo and Jacko could have the other, then you two could choose each night we're not here. We'll be back on Thursday so there are three more nights to arrange after that."
Matt, Roo and I looked at each other and nodded. That arrangement did seem most sensible. We went back through the bathroom and sorted out the cases. Matt and Tony took theirs through to the other room and Roo and I started to unpack ours.
"There's loads of room in this wardrobe here, Jacko!"
Roo had opened a large door and revealed plenty of hanging space. He opened the next door and a bank of shelves were revealed. The lower ones were empty but there were numerous boxes on the upper ones.
"We can put some of our other things on the shelves." He proceeded to hang up a spare uniform and put socks and pants on the shelves. I followed his example.
"What are you wearing tonight?" I asked.
"Oh, my best uniform, the one I've just hung up, then we'll be wearing the ones we came over here in on the hike."
Luckily Ma must have had the same idea because my best school blazer and shorts were packed neatly, with the new tie I'd been given for my birthday.
"I'm going to have a bath anyway. Bags I'm in there first!"
"It's big enough for at least three of us at once!" I said, "I'll have one too."
We both stripped off and went into the bathroom. Roo opened a cupboard and found some large towels.
"Golly, look at this lot. Let's see if the water's hot."
He turned on an enormous brass tap and after a moment or two of rumbling and gurgling masses of hot water poured out.
"Quick, put the plug in!"
I leaned over and turned the cold water on as well before I put the plug in. The bath was filling rapidly. Just as we were about to test the water the other two came from their room with the same intention as they were starkers as well. Roo turned, "Come on, there's room for all of us almost!"
He stepped in and sat down, the water slopped up near the rim. I quickly turned the taps off and stepped in to join him. There was still room for another. Tony nodded to Matt and he put a foot over the side and the water gurgled noisily down the overflow.
"Watch it, Matt, it might run over the top," cautioned Tony, "We mustn't let it go over the floor."
Matt let himself down gingerly and the excess ran smoothly away. Tony passed us a large bar of soap and watched as we splashed around merrily.
"I shall have it all to myself when you've finished, and I'll have clean water," he announced with a self-satisfied note in his voice.
"You can clean it out, too," chortled Matt. Tony just stuck his tongue out and squatted on the floor by the bath.
Roo stopped washing for a moment and called out across us two, "Hey, Tony, why is that dog called Bran? It sounds a funny name for a dog."
"Oh, I think it's the name of an old Irish King or someone. Dad said his uncle always had wolfhounds and always called one each time Bran. I think this one is the son of the previous Bran."
Roo laughed, "Some son, did you see the balls it had on it when it stood up? They're bigger than yours, Matt, and that's saying something!"
Matt splashed out at him, "I'm not a dog! And anyway that dog's enormous." He turned away from Roo, "Is it dangerous, Tony?"
"I don't think so, but I always keep well clear of it and it seems to lie about a lot but it does keep watch. I know it doesn't like one or two of the local people 'cause I've heard it bark when they come onto the drive. I think we're OK as it seemed friendly enough this afternoon."
I turned to Matt, "You know when you shook paws, I think the dog winked at you."
Roo laughed, "Thinking what a nice juicy dinner Matt would make. I bet it likes sausages and knows about your prick, eh!" He splashed down in the water across me and grabbed at Matt's dong. "Come on, nice doggie, come and get your dinner!"
Matt submerged with Roo still trying to capture him and came up spluttering and laughing, "Lay off, you fool, it's certainly not getting that!"
Roo gave up and our giggling subsided. Tony had been making placatory signs and was looking anxiously at the water level.
"Come on, you lot, you've finished now, it's my turn!"
I stood up and stepped out over Matt dripping water on him as I did so.
Tony passed me a large, warm towel and I wrapped myself in it, "Cor, this is marvellous.
Come on Matt, let the boss have his bath, I can see the dirt on the back of his neck from here."
The jollification in the bath had had some effect on Matt as his cock was somewhat enlarged as he stood and stepped out. However he quickly wrapped himself in a second towel and waited while Roo lazily emerged showing off a healthy rise.
"Here you are, Roo," said Tony, handing him a towel as well, "We haven't got long before tea so I've got to have a quick bath." As he bent over to turn the hot tap on again Roo pressed his semi-erect prick against the crack of his arse. Tony responded by wriggling his behind, "Get off, you fool, I know what you're like! We haven't got time for you to play around. Go and get dressed or we'll be late!"
Roo gave him a two-fingered sign behind his back and tugged at my towel to lead me off to our room while Matt disappeared into the Horsebox as I had mentally christened it. Roo and I dried off and got dressed in our respective finery.
I must say Roo looked very smart. He was a bit taller than me, and quite slim. He wanted to know if I wanted any Brylcreem but I decided I didn't and combed my hair with its usual parting in the middle. We then had to decide if we should wear shoes or slippers. We decided shoes as it was our first day and we didn't know what to expect. By the time we'd made sure there were no specks of fluff or creases in the wrong places it was five to five by my watch. We went through the bathroom, which Tony had cleaned up as well, into the other bedroom where Matt was ready and watching Tony threading his immaculate neckerchief through a leather woggle. He took ages to get it just right but he said it was worth it.
We all looked particularly neat and tidy and stood in silence, all quivering with suppressed giggles, waiting for the gong. When it did sound no one moved, then Tony said he would lead the way.
Our procession wound its way down the imposing staircase and we followed closely as Tony walked steadily towards a large double door to the right. He opened it and we all went in. Mrs Crossley and Miss Pike were standing by the window of the dining room flanked by three girls in their twenties. We stood just inside the door in a rather self- conscious line. Mrs Crossley motioned us in.
"Good, you're all here then, let me introduce you all. Boys, these are my very busy helpers. They do all the hard work!"
One of the girls stepped forward, "Oh, hello Matthew!"
Matt went a bright crimson.
Mrs Crossley turned, "Oh, Diana, you know Matthew then?"
"Oh yes, I've known the Ward family since they came back from abroad so I've known him since he was that high", she indicated the height of a small child. "And I went to school with his sister, Julia." She turned to Matt, "Is she still at the labs? You know, she used to do all the typing for that ducky doctor! His wife used to teach us French at the High School."
Matt's face was a picture as he was blushing even more, "Oh, yes, she still works there, she likes it a lot,..." he turned to me, "...and this is Jacko Thomson, he's Dr Thomson's son!"
It was her turn to blush as she turned to face me, "Oh, sorry, sorry, I've really put my foot in it, haven't I?" ...she recovered quickly, "I liked your mother at school and Julia says such nice things about your father, she says he's very clever, are you?"
An audible snort came from Roo, but before I could think of anything to say one of the other girls dissolved in giggles. She was looking over at Roo and Tony and asked in between spasms of laughter, "And which of you two is Just William?"
Mrs Crossley looked a bit perplexed and asked rather testily, "What do you mean, Elizabeth?"
"Oh, I thought they looked like Just William's gang, there were four of them and I can't remember their names but if that's Matthew and that's Jacko, which of these two is Just William? It must be him," ...pointing at Roo, "He's the biggest!" She dissolved into giggles again.
We turned to look at Roo. We'd all been avid readers of the stories but, I for one, had never identified myself with any of the characters and certainly none of us qualified to be Ginger. As for Roo, he was an unlikely William. I suppose Cleggy would have been a better choice if he had been present. Roo was quite composed and smiled sweetly at her and said, "No, I'm Rupert, or Roo."
Mrs Crossley took command again, "And that's my great-nephew, Tony, so who is this William?"
The third girl, who was standing closest to Mrs Crossley explained about the books and said her young brother had had his own gang modelled, she was sure, on the stories as he'd been a typical mucky little boy. It was her turn to blush now as we were patently obviously not mucky little boys.
All in all the introductions were getting a little out of hand. Miss Pike, who was apparently having an attack of hysterics, was covering her face with a large white handkerchief and blew her nose very loudly. This managed to startle everyone into silence so Mrs Crossley with a shake of her head said we should settle down as it was time for tea. She directed us to the table which was laid out magnificently with bread and butter, ham, a cold chicken, pickles, apples, teapots, jugs and so on.
Tony was placed at the head with Mrs Crossley at the other end and I was between Miss Pike and the third girl whose name turned out to be Miriam. As we champed through the goodies I found out that Miss Pike knew all about the Just William books and had given her nephews copies for birthdays and Christmas. Miriam turned out to be quite chatty and said her young brother was now in the Air Force training to be a pilot. She wanted to know why two of us were not in uniform and I explained about the Scout hike and we were staying in the house. I heard Tony telling Elizabeth about the badges and the rigours of the hike. She deflated him in a few words by saying she had been in the Sea Rangers and had badges for sailing and did he know anything about knots. Gosh, I didn't know girls did all that!
After tea we processed into the drawing room. Golly, this room was also enormous and had a big grand piano at one end. Above the fireplace was a portrait of the General in his uniform and there were lots of photos in frames dotted around. Mrs Crossley told us that we could also see if there was anything in the library we would like to read as the General had been a great collector of travel books and maps but there were plenty of other books as well and we could sit and read in the study as well.
She said that usually she and Miss P played cards after supper, which during the week was at half past six, and went up to bed by nine o'clock as they had to be up early. The girls nodded and one said chickens always laid their eggs very early so they had to be up at cock crow and this set them off in another fit of giggles in which no one else joined. Mrs Crossley told us we need not get up early as long as we were down for breakfast at eight o'clock.
Tony said that was good as he and Roo wanted to set off by ten whereupon Aunt Mary went over to a desk and came back with a map and pieces of paper.
"This is your route, Tony. You and Rupert had better study it and work out where you have to be at various times. Mr Pearce sent it to me during the week and you've got quite a number of things to do."
I hadn't realised there would be a set route and, of course, Rabbity Pearce, in this guise known as Skip, was in charge of the Scout troop based at the school. Tony and Roo took the map and things and were ushered through into the study. When Mrs Crossley came back the girls said their thanks and goodnights and filed out chattering. Matt grunted that they sounded like hens and I tried hard not to laugh. Miss P must have heard him and mouthed, "I quite agree!"
She and Aunt Mary sat down at a card table and were soon absorbed in their game. Matt and I wandered round the room looking at the photos, mostly of the family with dogs like Bran and finally reached the library door. We went in and looked around. It was absolutely filled with books. I found a big book of maps on the desk and was soon lost looking at old maps of India. I looked up once and Matt was curled up in a huge armchair intent on a book as well. Just before nine the other two came in and said they were ready to go up to bed. We all went through to Aunt Mary and Miss P and said thanks for everything and good night. Aunt Mary said there was an electric bell in the bathroom which she would ring at half past seven in case we were still asleep.
We filed out, like the girls, but we were quiet, that is until we got up onto the landing where we all burst out simultaneously with suppressed giggles and raced along the corridor until we reached the door of the first bedroom. We rushed in and Roo and Matt grabbed me and held me down on the bed. Matt was laughing mightily and put his face close to mine, "Who's got a ducky daddy then?"
I managed to gasp out, "And who's mucky little Just William, then?"
Roo let go and muttered something about what do you expect with girls.
"I hope Aunt Mary isn't too annoyed," said Tony in a rather worried voice, "I think we behaved ourselves, it was those girls who started it."
I struggled against Matt holding me down and he moved over so I could sit up. "No, I think it's OK, Miss P was laughing her head off behind that handkerchief and she was ever so chatty over tea."
Tony went on, "That Elizabeth said hiking round Ulvescott doesn't compare with sailing in the Channel which she did before the war. We've got to watch what we say 'cos they'll only take the mick!"
We decided we would try to keep out of their way as much as possible and hope that encounters such as tonight's, innocuous as it may have seemed but so cringingly embarrassing to lads of our age, wouldn't have a chance of happening again.
Tony stood up and walked over to the connecting door, "Come on Matt, we'll leave these two and get ourselves to bed. See you in the morning then! Goodnight!"
Matt obediently got up and as he got to the door turned and grinned at us, "Got to obey the boss, have fun!"
I followed him through to the bathroom and quickly washed my face and hands. Roo came in after me and by the time he came back I'd undressed but hadn't put on the pyjamas Ma had thoughtfully packed. In fact I was peering intently at the photos on the wall. There were quite a few and were mostly of Piers in his school days. A dog like Bran featured in several which were taken around the outside of the house but the majority were school photos of classes and teams and then finally there were two of Piers in his officer's uniform.
I was busy picking him out in school groups when Roo came and stood by me. He had also got undressed. He put his arm over my shoulder to point to one photo.
"Crikey, look at those shorts they wore in those days, down below their knees. I suppose that next lot are a rowing team, aren't they?" I nodded and he moved on, "That chap in uniform, was that Tony's uncle then? He said about Uncle Piers before tea."
"I don't think he was an uncle, 'cause he would have been Tony's dad's cousin. So I think he's Tony's second cousin."
Roo dropped his arm so it rested on my shoulder and shuddered, "Crikey, you seem to be able to work things like that out quick enough, how do you know all that?"
"I just read about it somewhere, I think, or perhaps Pa told me."
He squeezed my shoulder, "Your ducky dad!"
I put my hand on his bum and gripped it, "Just William, eh?"
He squeezed my shoulder again and laughed, "Come on, pax, eh! Let's go to bed. You turn the lights out and I'll open the curtains and shutters."
I did as I was told and as Roo pulled back the heavy curtains and latched back the shutters I slipped into bed but not before picking up the towel which I had found at the bottom of my case. I tucked it under my pillow. Roo slid into bed the other side, he hadn't bothered about pyjamas either. We both edged towards the centre of the bed and simultaneously put our arms around each other. Roo nuzzled at my ear.
"Oh God, Jacko, I've been looking forward to this trip for ages and I'm glad Tony said we should be together tonight."
I put one arm lower down his back and pulled him closer to me. I could feel our pricks going hard side by side against our bellies. Roo sighed deeply.
"Oh, Jacko, let's just lie like this a while, shall we?"
I held him even tighter and moved my hand and explored the bottom of his back. He responded by wriggling slightly and sighing again. He put a hand down and did the same to me. It felt wonderful and we set up a slight rhythmic movement pressing our pricks against each other. I thought we hadn't better go too far yet.
"Wait a minute, Roo," I whispered, "I've got a towel here, let's put it between us."
"Yes, we'd better, just in case."
It wasn't going to be a matter of just in case, nothing was going to stop me firing my wad tonight. We moved apart a bit and spread the towel, resumed our original positions and continued the gentle pressure at the base of our spines. It wasn't long before Roo began to breathe very deeply and whispered hoarsely, "Hold my prick, quick Jacko, oh please!"
I moved away slightly and put a hand down between us. Roo's cock felt long and slim and rock hard. I pulled back on his skin only a couple of dozen times or so before he began to jerk about and a warm stream of spunk poured over my stomach as he shot his load.
He lay still for a moment then felt for my cock and within a minute or so my spunk flooded out over him.
He let go of my prick and put his arm over me again and we clasped each other tightly again. There was a slight squelching noise as our bodies pressed together with all our come in between us.
"Christ, Jacko, that was great!"
We lay still for some time holding each other very tightly then moved apart and wiped the mingled drying spunk with the towel.
"Good job you brought that with you, eh, Jacko?"
I responded by pulling up the bedclothes and putting my arms around him again and then told him the story of the towel by my bed. Of course, with that opening we spent some time telling each other about our adventures and what we knew. As with me a slightly older cousin had been his initial instructor. This cousin was at a Public School and was very informative and I learned several things that night about what could be done and that he and Tony had tried some of them. I was very curious to know more but thought if I kept quiet I might learn a lot more. I did.
He went on to tell me he had tossed off, or shagged off, as he called it, over half the lads in our class as well as the Foster twins and one or two others in 4S. He said that he, Jim Masters and Ned Carter all had their birthdays early in January and they had all jacked each other off on his birthday after school and had promised to do it together again next year.
I heard a bit more about the camp and that he, Tony and Vince were jerking each other off quite often and Vince was quite jealous he wasn't on the trip. Roo said Tony's Mum had suggested asking me and Matt because we'd invited Tony to the party. Tony had jumped at the idea 'cause he said I'd told him about how big Matt's dick was and he wanted to see it for himself and Tony had told Roo how much I shot so he, in turn, wanted to toss me off.
During all this time we had been slowly and carefully exploring each other's bodies and we lay, finally, cupping each other's balls and gently feeling the pills move in their wrinkled sacs. Our balls and pricks were very evenly matched, in fact if anything, my prick, as it now began to harden again, was slightly thicker than Roo's. He brought his face close to mine.
"I wonder if old Piers use to shag himself off in this bed like us? D'you think so?"
I grinned back at him, "If he was like us, I expect so. I suppose he had the same as us, so he must have! Every night I should say!"
Roo nuzzled at my cheek, "Just like me! And you?"
"Yep, I hardly miss!" I gently ran the tip of my tongue over his cheek, he sighed again.
"Jacko, can I do it to you to see you make stuff?"
"Yes, of course, but I don't suppose I'll shoot a lot 'cause I've come once and there was quite a bit then."
Roo pulled back the bed clothes and as I turned onto my back he straddled my legs. The moonlight was sufficient to give us a good view of what was happening. He leaned over me and clasped my tool in his whole hand and squeezed it then ran his thumb and first finger up and down my shaft several times without pulling the skin back at all.
I lay back, my hands pressed down on the bed as my body arched with the marvellous feelings between my legs as he slowly began to wank me off properly. It took a little while but he was mightily rewarded as with a final arching of my midriff a great gush of hot creamy spunk jetted upwards and splashed down on my face and chest.
"Christ, Jacko," he murmured as he held my jerking prick steadily, "You shot some stuff then! I wish I shot as much as that!"
I lay for a moment and then put my hand out for the towel as a great blob of come was trickling down my chin.
"Don't be daft, you make lots, anyway let's see. Give us a moment."
I wiped my face and chest and then we changed over. My dong hung limply as I knelt over his legs. His dick was already very hard. I wanked him slowly and as I pulled down found his skin didn't go fully back either. I didn't comment on this but watched the end of his knob peep out of its surrounding halo of skin on each downward stroke.
It wasn't long before he was ready to shoot and as his legs went taut between mine and his buttocks clenched he fired a healthy load up onto his stomach. I guess it was about half my amount. I wiped him down carefully and lay beside him pulling up the bedclothes over us. Our arms went automatically round each other again. We were both breathing very deeply and held ourselves together tightly for some time until we gradually relaxed but stayed in the same position.
All in all an interesting day and, with a last nuzzle of our lips as we drifted off into a deep sleep, a most enjoyable start to the week.
To be continued.
Previous stories of mine have been published on Nifty.
Spying on My Brothers: (45k: Incest Section: Apr 15 2000) Easter Rugger Tours (Dir: HS Section: Jun 10 2000) Jordan's Story (84k: HS Section: Jul 23 2000) Flip's Tale (Dir: HS Section: Apr 17 2002) Taming the 'Phobes (Dir: HS; Military: August 04 2002)
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