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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 6: Continued
Saturday October 2nd 1943
I called for Matt in the morning and we cycled together to the Catholic school. He was not at all talkative. Pa had said he would come later with Mike's dad and he hoped the best team would win. Matt wasn't cheered by even that when I told him. He does worry!
When we arrived Mike was there, already changed and with the job of ushering us into a changing-room. Van came in while we were changing and said we were to do our best and even more so because if we lost it would cost him a lot in whiskey for the Brothers. He came over to Alan Foster and me.
"You've got a responsible job today, you two. Let's hope you do it as well as you did last time!"
He patted us on the back and walked out.
Alan let out a deep breath, "Phew! I'm glad it's him and not that Brother Jamieson we have! Anyway, we'd better get out and find who's the ref."
The ref was Rabbity who was as usual hopping about and at that moment giving last minute instructions to two of the Sixth-Formers on their tactics. He waved us onto the pitch, "Good, you're here. Don't forget, keep up with the game and watch out for anything that might happen and make sure you flag exactly where the ball crosses the line and where it came from! We don't want a repetition of last time, do we?"
As I wasn't sure what had happened last I could only reply, "No, sir!"
Just before the game began I saw Pa stroll up with Mike's dad, he waved but didn't come over. They stood chatting and the game started. It was a fast game, Alan and I were kept running and luckily did nothing to disgrace ourselves. Our team got two tries and they had one penalty, so we won. Unfortunately, the Fourth Years lost but as Van said afterwards in the dressing room everyone should be satisfied, until next time! I couldn't see Pa or Dr O'Brien when Matt and I came out of the dressing room but Mike was outside talking to two other boys. When he saw me he called out that our dads had gone in with the teachers to the Brothers' house, and made a tipping movement with his hand. One of his companions laughed and said they must smuggle all that whiskey in from Ireland and not to expect them home until suppertime. I waved back and went with Matt to cycle home.
"I'll call for you just before three, 'bout ten to, OK?"
I said I'd be ready and waiting and went in to report to Ma that Pa had stayed on with Mike's dad and Mr Vansittart and I supposed Mr Pearce. She wrinkled her nose and looked stern but her eyes were twinkling. "Boys will be boys, I suppose. Those Brothers like a drink, so I hear! And Mr and Mrs Vansittart are coming to supper tonight so I hope he and your father will be sober! At least you'll be out of the way."
Pa came up on his bicycle just as I was waiting at the gate for Matt.
"Oh, dear, I think I've got a headache! Is you mother in a good mood?"
He got off the bike gingerly and walked round the back of the house. I'd only seen Pa a bit squiffy on a couple of occasions, usually at Christmas. Should I go and see Ma's welcome? Too late, Matt arrived and we went off to Nobbo's.
Nobbo was very surprised when we turned up, especially with the presents we brought him. Billy said the major surprise was a visit to the flicks for all of us, courtesy of their mum. She was a sister at the local hospital and was on afternoon duty and their dad was away in the Army. I rarely went to the pictures and I don't think Matt went much either so it would be a real treat. Billy said there was tea to follow and as we had to be at the pictures by three forty-five we'd better get a move on. He was limping a bit and said he had been stood on after a scrum.
When we got back from the film we had tea and then went upstairs to their room. It wasn't as big as mine and they had bunk beds. Billy explained they had always shared especially as their mum was often on night duty and they were alone in the house. He sat down heavily on the bottom bed.
"My bloody leg hurts, I bet I've got bruises!"
Matt asked what had happened.
"Oh, that Simon Kay who's our scrum half fumbled a ball coming out of the scrum and I grabbed it and started to run but their scrum half, that thickset red-haired one," he turned to me, "You said his name's O'Brien, didn't you? Well, he hared round and tackled me and then some bastard great forward of theirs booted me in the thigh getting at the ball! I've got quite a scratch on my leg and it aches like hell!"
"Mum says you should always clean up scratches with iodine. I'll get some from the cabinet."
"Oh, no, that stings even worse!"
"I'll tell mum and she'll make you!"
"OK, go and get it, then!"
Nobbo beetled off and Billy stood up and dropped his trousers. He certainly had very hairy legs. "Pardon me while I'm being operated on!"
Nobbo soon came back with a bottle of iodine and some cotton wool. "Turn round and let's have a look!"
Billy had been kicked, hard. There was a large bruise developing and three bloody scratches on his hairy thigh. "Pull your shirt up or it'll get this stuff on it!"
Billy complied and twisted round to look down. I noticed he had another scratch on his side.
"There's another scratch here," I said, pointing.
Nobbo was all efficiency, "Come on, Bill, take your shirt off and I can put it on properly!"
Billy pulled the shirt off over his head. There was quite a scratch running up his side and I also noticed he had hair growing above his belly button. Nobbo put some iodine on the cotton wool and dabbed at Billy's leg. He winced.
"This'll clean it up."
"Oh, it sodding hurts, ouch! Watch how much you put on you little bastard! He wants to be a doctor when he grows up, don't you, eh, Crippen?"
Nobbo poured a liberal dose out and painted it on the leg scratches. Billy jumped. "Ouch, that stings!"
"And your side, turn round!"
Billy did so making whistling noises, "Christ, look at that bruise! Wait till we play that sodding team again, I'll have that scrum half and that forward, I'll kick them in the goolies."
"Oh," I said, "Mike's coming round on Tuesday for some maths coaching with my dad. I'll tell him to expect a dropped goal!"
Billy laughed, "I like that! No, I'll just tap him where it hurts when no-one's looking! But it was that forward who did the damage, I'll have him, he must have scratched my side as well!"
By this time Nobbo had finished and had capped the bottle and put it down. Billy went to pat him on the head but Nobbo caught hold of his arm and because he had his trousers round his ankles Billy lost his footing and toppled over. Nobbo fell onto his chest and shouted out, "I can get my own back now! Come on you two, help me! Matt, you grab his legs and Jacko, hold his arm down your side."
Billy was still floundering about as Matt and I did as we were told.
"Big bastard! He's always getting the better of me when he wrestles me. Now it's my turn!"
Billy was moaning, "Mind my leg, it hurts!"
"Never mind your leg, I'm going to give you whatfor now!" He looked up at us, "He's ever so ticklish, watch!"
With that he knelt on Billy's left arm and began to tickle his chest and side. Billy squirmed and giggled, he was really at Nobbo's mercy. Nobbo's other hand moved across Billy's stomach and he plucked at some of the hairs growing there. His hand went lower exploring under the waistband of Billy's pants.
"Give them a tug down, Matt, go on, please!"
Matt reached up and as Billy squirmed to an attack on his left nipple his buttocks raised up a bit and Matt grabbed his pants and pulled them down. What a sight, he had a massive bush of curly black hair with a patch reaching up to his navel and his thick dong lay against his thigh. Nobbo leaned down and gave it a tweak.
"Got you now, Billy boy, it's your turn! Shall we paint your little thing with lovely iodine? That'll make you jump, eh!"
"You little sods, let me up, I'm exhausted!"
Nobbo's response was to return to a comprehensive tickle of his chest and side. I looked at Matt, who grinned and I nodded towards Billy's cock. Matt shifted himself a bit on Billy's legs and put his hand out and stroked it along it's length.
"Oh Christ!" Billy spluttered, "I'm getting a fucking hardon now!"
"Good," said Nobbo, "It's only what you do to me!" He stopped suddenly and looked at us, he'd forgotten we were there, I suppose, in his excitement at getting one over Billy.
"Don't worry, Nobbo, I've seen your brother's cock before!" Matt said rather excitedly.
"I know, he told me. Do you want to do it to him now?" He turned to Billy, "Eh?"
My prick was straining against the front of my shorts, "I've got a hardon too. Can we do it together? Let Billy get up!"
Billy's prick was now fully erect as the three of us stood up. I dropped my shorts and pants first and pulled my pullover and shirt off. My cock was at full attention. Nobbo eyed me as his shorts and other things came off and he displayed a replica of mine, even to size. Matt wasn't far behind but his length outdistanced ours as we stood there looking down at the supine Billy. He sat up, then grimaced as he stood up and shuffled out of his trousers. He and Matt certainly matched for size and thickness even though Billy was some five or so inches taller and more than two years older.
"Hell, you had me worried there, I thought I was going to end up with a dark brown cock!" He inspected the three of us, "Christ, you three look like fucking rod, pole and perch and a bloody large parrot could sit on that one!" He pointed at Matt's massive tool as we all laughed. "Come on Matt, you'd better finish off what you started. Hey! Tony, put a towel down!"
Putting a towel down was obviously a common feature on these occasions.
I stood behind Nobbo as he laid the towel neatly in front of Billy and as he stood up put my hand round and encircled his prick. Matt was standing just behind Billy and did the same to him. I worked Nobbo's foreskin up and down quite slowly to start with and could see Matt doing the same. I could see Billy was very muscular and hairy and had big balls.
Matt must have put his left hand down between the crack of Billy's arse because he moved his legs further apart and I saw Matt's hand come through and cup his balls. I did the same to Nobbo and gently squeezed his balls as I continued to pull his wiry cock. My own prick was almost at bursting point and as Nobbo leant back against me I could feel my shaft throbbing against his buttock. I pulled back a bit sharper and noticed that Nobbo's foreskin was like mine and didn't go right back. A final three or four sharp tugs set his climax off and he shot up and over the towel almost splashing Billy's feet. I clasped his hot cock and watched as Matt pulled down on Billy's balls making his prick seem even bigger as his skin was stretched right back. Billy was now leaning back with his mouth open and eyes tight shut. His fat knob twitched and a single spurt of come shot out followed after a few more strokes by a rain of thick drops of white spunk. He breathed out deeply through his open mouth and opened his eyes as Matt stopped.
"Fucking marvellous!" he sighed, "Come on Jacko, it's your turn."
Matt and I exchanged partners. Billy was still breathing deeply as he closed his whole hand over my prick and held me close to him with his other arm. I could feel how warm and solid his body felt against my back. "D'you like it slow," he whispered. I nodded. "You're a bit too short for me to hold your balls, but don't worry, it'll be good." It was bloody good. He circled my cock with thumb and forefinger and pulled down gently on my shaft he moistened his first finger of his other hand on his tongue and began to circle round my right nipple.
It didn't tickle, on the contrary, the pleasure was very intense and coupled with the surging feelings between my legs I soon felt I was getting ready to come. "Open your mouth, stick you tongue out!" His finger left my nipple for a moment and brushed against the tip of my tongue. He touched my nipple again, now moistened with my own spittle. My cock went into spasms and I shot a stream of spunk straight over the towel hitting Nobbo above the belly button just as he too was coming.
Billy tightened his hold across my chest, "My God! that's a birthday treat for you, eh, Tony? Drowned in a sea of spunk!" He gave my chest a squeeze, "Look at Tony's face, he's gone pop-eyed with wonder! God! I've never seen anyone shoot like that before!". He reached down and cupped my balls. "Where d'you get it all from? My bollocks are twice the size of yours and I don't fire off as much as that, or as far!" He put both arms across my chest and pulled me against him. "Are you OK, Tony? Shot in the line of duty, eh?" His brother nodded and we all burst into a peal of laughter. Billy released me and put one arm affectionately round my shoulder, "How long have you been able to do it like that, Jacko?"
We stood in a circle and I went through the story about Alun staying with us and tossing off and all the things he told me. Then how Tony Marcham said at the beginning of term he was jacking off and making spunk so I hadn't been beating my meat for long but I had shot a long way when I did it with him.
Matt butted in, "Jacko made me jump when he shot so much the first time we did it as well." Then he told us a bit about how he found out when he had wet dreams and how long he'd been making spunk.
Billy still had his arm round my shoulder and hugged me, "What about that, Jacko? Your cousin certainly has a vocabulary! Gosh, Matt! you were an early bird, 'cos I was over thirteen when I shot spunk first and it wasn't wet dreams. Let's see, my birthday's beginning of March and it was in the Easter holidays after that when I was round at Paul Wright's - you know him, he's about seven months older than I am and we were playing around in his shed. Well, he asked me if I had hair round my cock and then said did I want to see his and he got it out and it was all stiff. He was taller than me then and wrestled me and made me toss him off and while I was doing it to him I shot a load in my pants. He just laughed when I showed him and said 'better luck next time'. Next day I told him I would tell his mum if he didn't do it to me properly so we spent the rest of the holiday jacking each other off and I haven't stopped since!"
"No he hasn't, it's nearly every night, eh, Billy? But I've been copying him for years, oh, since I was in the junior school but I only found I could make stuff properly at Easter this year. It was great!" He looked at Billy who grinned back at him. "We take turns who sleeps in the top bunk and he woke me up years ago when I was in the bottom bunk one night 'cos he was making the whole thing rock. Can I tell them, Billy?"
Billy nodded, "Oh, yes, go on!"
"Well, next night I said I wanted to sleep up aloft and I stayed awake and I could see in the wardrobe mirror that he was doing something to his cock. When he'd finished I tried rubbing mine but I did it for ages and nothing happened so I went to sleep. Then next day was a Saturday and Mum and Dad were out and when we went upstairs and got undressed for bed he got me down on the bottom bunk and looked at my cock and his was all stiff and sticking out of his 'jamas.
I said I'd seen him rubbing his thing the night before and why did he do it. He said if he showed me I'd to promise not to say, so I promised and he made stuff and then he rubbed me for a long time and nothing happened. It gave me a nice feeling, though!"
"Oh, just like when Alun did it to me!"
"Yeah, well, next day Billy told me about the boy doing it to him and we tried again. I did it to Billy and made him come, but I didn't and he said it was 'cause I was only eleven and I wasn't old enough. But, we did it lots of times like that, eh, Billy?
Then last Easter Monday I had a cold and I was feeling miserable and had nothing to do and Billy was out with the Boys' Brigade band so I tried again and made proper stuff!"
"Christ, since then he always at me to toss him off! It's every day, 'Please, Billy! Can we do it?'" He reached out and put an arm round Nobbo as well. "You're a good kid, really, and you're growing fast too!" He reached down and felt Nobbo's limp cock.
"Me want it! You're always at it as well. What about that time Ma nearly caught you in the bathroom? That got you worried!"
"Yeah, and that wasn't the only time! I know the morning you mean, 'cos I'd just had a bath and Tony had been cleaning his teeth and I desperately needed a wank when I got out. I was standing by the sink and Tony was watching then he went out and I heard Ma ask where I was and he said in the bathroom and I'd got to a point where I knew I couldn't stop. Luckily he said I'd just got out of the bath so Ma didn't come in otherwise she'd have caught me, red handed!"
"Red cocked, I think!" I said gravely, but with a huge grin on my face.
He hugged me tight and grinned back, "I think your family has quite a sense of humour between them - I wouldn't mind meeting your cousin Alun some time, he sounds great fun, especially when he flogs his donkin!"
"He is, I'll bring him round if he stays with us again!"
Matt was more or less standing opposite us three as Billy had an arm round both of us. Slowly, Matt's prick began to stiffen and Billy hugged Nobbo.
"I think it's time we gave our guests another treat. Young Matt looks as if he'll soon be up and coming again!"
He let go of us and walked across the towel and stood behind Matt and took hold of his rising dick. I felt Nobbo's fingers ring my almost limp shaft.
"Come on then you two!" announced Billy, "Let's see who's made of sterner stuff!"
Nobbo ran his fingers up and down the underside of my prick which hardened immediately. "Billy showed me that. It get's him hard ever so quick." I also came very quickly, just a squirt this time, nothing to be ashamed of but Matt beat me this time with a magnificent spurt of pearly come.
"Christ, you two come gallons between you!" sighed Billy, "What you'll be like, young Jacko, when you're my age I can't imagine and as for the size of that prick, Matt, surely it can't get any bigger?"
Both Nobbo and Billy had erections by now so it was their turn. I held Billy's prick for a long time in my clenched fist just feeling it and giving it gentle squeezes as I pulled back his foreskin. His knob seemed huge and I put a tentative finger under the rim and stroked the tight skin joining the knob. I continued to squeeze and stroke and his thick, hard prick responded by getting even harder in my fist. "Oh, my God!" he murmured, "For Christ's sake don't stop!" As he said this his breath was coming in little jerks and his leg and stomach muscles were all tight and standing out and his prick began to throb. "Oh Christ, Oh Christ, Ohhhh Christ," he murmured in quick succession as I pulled down hard.
I felt his muscles clench his buttocks together and the rough curly hair on the back of his legs rasped against me. I could also feel his balls were hard and up tight at the base of his cock. There was a terrific pounding in his cock as he shot an immense load and breathed out deeply, "Oh, my God, just hold it there, Jacko!" - he was breathing heavily and faster now - "Oh, please!, hold on!" A long string of come was hanging from his knob. We stood, his prick still hard in my fist as Matt finished Nobbo off. Billy breathed out deeply again, "That was the most fantastic wank, Jacko, I don't think I've ever shot so much! Where did you learn how to do it like that?"
I gave his prick another squeeze and the come dropped away, "I didn't learn it anywhere, you've just got a nice big prick and I liked doing it to you and I wish mine was big like that, and I wish I had hair on my legs like yours!"
"It's not fair is it, Billy and Matt have got huge things and Matt's got hair as well as Billy!"
"But you two are younger than us. Anyway Tony, you know mine hasn't always been as big as this, 'cos when I showed you how I did it that first time it wasn't much bigger than yours and you were only a little kid."
"But it grew big quickly!"
"It didn't, yours is just like mine when I was fourteen and you know it is 'cos when you measured it with that ruler last week you said it was just over four and a half inches and that was the same as mine on my fourteenth birthday 'cos I showed you in my diary! And you know it was when I was sixteen that it got as long as it is now 'cos I let you measure it on my birthday then and you said it was six inches and it only swelled out fat after that!"
"But it's more than six inches now, 'cos I saw what you put in your diary last birthday when you were seventeen!"
"You sneaky toad, you've been reading my diary!"
"I can't read it 'cos you won't tell me the code but I did see six and a quarter in figures so I guessed! So there!"
Billy grabbed Nobbo and picked him up in a bear hug and as Nobbo struggled rubbed his dark face against Nobbo's pink cheek and said in a tone as if talking to a small child, "Big brother'll smack your little bottom and pull your little goolies off if little brother reads big brother's private diary."
Matt and I were convulsed at this and were laughing heartily.
"Let me go, your face is all rough and if you don't let me go I'll tell them what you write in there about what you and that Paul Wright like doing!" Billy put a hand down between Nobbo's legs and gripped his balls. "Ouch, let go, I promise not to look again!"
"You little oik! I thought you didn't know my code!" He gave him more of a bear hug. "Still, I love you brother dear even if you are a nosy little prick!"
With that he dropped Nobbo onto his feet and held him against him. "Well lads, quite a birthday treat for you, even Tony here has enjoyed himself I think. He's never been fourteen before so do you think we should give him bumps to finish off his celebrations today?"
Matt said he didn't think so, 'cos he really had enjoyed himself and he liked being fifteen and he didn't want to be bumped as well. Nobbo looked very grateful, so I said we had all had a good time not forgetting the pictures, and we could forget the bumps this year.
"OK, you lot, stick together, let's get dressed and then we can go down and see if there's any food left."
We tidied up and got dressed and Billy produced a plate of buns which we polished off. It was almost nine o'clock when Matt and I said our goodbyes to them and cycled back homewards.
"I like Billy, he's great fun isn't he? And Nobbo's OK too!"
"Yep, I'm glad I got invited 'cos I liked Billy that time in the summer and it was good tonight!"
We parted at my gate and Matt cycled on. I put my bike in the shed and went in by the back door. The supper party was in full swing, I could hear Van laughing and as I went into the kitchen Ma came out of the dining room.
"Did you have a good time at the pictures, dear?"
"How did you know?"
"Mrs Clarke told me she was getting Billy to arrange it all as she had to be on duty. So you had a good time? Plenty to eat?"
"Oh yes, we've been talking and finished up the food just now."
"I don't suppose you want to come in, there's Mr and Mrs Vansittart and the Trings, 'cause he's home on leave."
"No, I'll go on up. I'm quite tired after the game this morning and having to keep running up and down."
"Yes, Mr Vansittart has been most complimentary about you tho' he and your father will have headaches tomorrow after what they must have had with the Brothers!"
Ma gave me some cocoa and I crept upstairs mug in hand. I undressed and got into bed and sipped the hot liquid slowly listening to the faint noise of merriment downstairs. What a marvellous day, if Matt was enjoying being fifteen I was enjoying being fourteen so far. I thought about the game and what Billy had said about Mike, I'll tell him that on Tuesday if I dare. Then I remembered the film, rather overshadowed by the later events. I'd better think about the film as Pa will be sure to ask all about it. I wondered what Nobbo had meant about what Billy and Paul Wright liked doing.
I put the empty mug down on the side table and settled to sleep. I woke suddenly lying on my side in the middle of a very vivid dream where Mike and Matt and Nobbo and Tony were all standing round watching while Billy was gripping my enormous prick which was twice as big and thick as his and jacking me off and I was just coming, coming, coming - Oh hell - I pulled the covers back and there on the bottom sheet was a big pool of spunk. I'd had my first wet dream. Big Jim was wrong then, 'cos I'd come twice already at Nobbo's, so wanking didn't really stop them. I looked at my prick, Oh hell, it wasn't anywhere as big as in the dream, it just looked all shrivelled and slug-like now. Oh hell, again, Ma would be changing the sheets in the morning so she's bound to see what I'd done. As the come soaked in the stain increased, Oh hell, the fourth time, can't do anything about it so I dropped off to sleep again.
To be continued: