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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. A dramatis personae will follow after a few more installments - there are a lot of characters!
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ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
CHAPTER 13
November 20th 1943
Saturday was a complete disaster. Actually, the morning started quite well.
Pa said at breakfast he would come to the match and I'd better have some extra pocket-money for being chosen. That was good but Ma was a bit scratchy about something and I was sent off to practice as soon as I finished eating. She must have had a change of heart because after an hour she said it sounded good enough but why didn't I go and get my homework done. Some change of heart! Anyway, I finished everything by lunchtime and she was in a much better mood by then.
It was a French day so we were in full flow when Tom came to collect me in good time to collect Matt. We chatted about the previous day's party as we rode and Tom said Duncan had wanted to know all about it but he hadn't told him about the Ark! Matt wasn't ready so we were fairly late in arriving at the Catholic school where Van was waiting impatiently as we were the last to get there. I changed as quickly as I could but stumbled out last with Van shooing me onto the pitch.
One of their Sixth Formers was our ref and didn't seem too keen in awarding penalties against their lot. Then it started to rain and I noticed during one lineout that Van, Pa and a couple of other fathers were walking fairly quickly towards the Brothers' house. The pitch was getting very slippery and during one vicious scrum, late in the second half, I was kneed straight between the eyes and ended up on the ground under a mass of flailing bodies. Luckily there didn't seem to be much damage at that time and I struggled on hoping and praying for the final whistle. We lost, even though Tom had scored a lovely try near the end by sliding through the mud avoiding several pairs of clutching hands.
We trudged back to the changing rooms to find that the hot water for the showers was almost non-existent. Tom was sitting next to me panting and mopping at a cut on his forehead which was seeping blood.
"Why don't we go back home like we are, Jacko. If we get changed we won't have had a shower and we'll just get wet going home anyway."
I noticed two or three others had made the same decision and were poking their ordinary clothes into their bags before going off still clad in their kit. There seemed to be just enough hot water for a few and Matt had gone to join them so I nodded at Tom and we collected our togs together and went out to our bikes. It was a good decision, it was still peeing down as we set off and there was no sign of Pa.
"At least there'll be hot water at home," Tom grunted as we cycled off, our wet and muddy shirts and shorts clinging to us. We separated as we arrived at my gate and I cycled up the drive. Ma opened the back door.
"Jacko, you're like a drowned rat. Stay there!"
I stood in the back porch dripping while she hurried off and brought back some old newspaper and put it on the kitchen floor.
"Take your things off here and go up and have a bath!"
I sat on the floor and while I explained about what had happened took my boots off and then stripped off shirt, shorts, socks, pants and all which Ma chucked into the sink. I was about to go up to the bathroom when a knock came on the back door. Ma opened it. I quickly shifted my unclad body behind the table thinking it might be Mrs Peters from next-door but there stood an equally bedraggled, but also bleeding, Tom.
"Sorry, Mrs Thomson, but could I wait here, please. Ma's out and Duncan's not back and I can't find the key."
He looked most woebegone. All Ma did was beckon him in, point at the newspaper and said, "Come on in, take your things off and go up with Jacko and have a bath."
Tom hesitated and looked over at me covered in nothing but mud. Ma pointed at the newspaper again, "Come on, you're no different from him, I suppose. And when you've finished I'll have a look at that cut."
Tom did as he was told but cissy-like kept his underpants on. Ma bundled his togs into the sink as well. She turned to me, "And I suppose your father is keeping the damp out with the Brothers?"
I nodded, grinned, turned and led the way upstairs.
At least our water was hot. I got in first while Tom rinsed his face at the sink and inspected his cut head.
"It doesn't look too bad, the skin's pulled away a bit. I bashed my head on someone's boot when I slid along the ground and it was rough."
He turned and looked at me sitting in the bath. I had also just rinsed my face which had been streaked with mud. He looked startled.
"Gosh, Jacko, you've got two black eyes!"
I blinked, I did have a bit of a headache and the knee had hit me straight between the eyes.
"What do you mean?"
He said slowly and with emphasis, "You've got two big black eyes. You'd better get your mum to look at your head as well."
"My head's OK." I shook it but it did hurt a bit and I was beginning to feel a dull ache just above my nose.
"But your eyes aren't. Let's have a closer look."
He knelt by the bath and I turned my head to him.
"Yeah, you're going to have a bruise there too." He touched my forehead and I winced. It was beginning to hurt more. "When you've finished your bath get your mum to look at it."
I soaped myself down and rinsed off. As I got out and picked up a towel I did feel a bit groggy. Tom got into the bath just as Ma knocked on the door. I went and opened it. Ma took a step back.
"Oh, Jacko, you do look a sight! Two lovely black eyes!" She laughed, "Here, there's a dressing gown for Tom. Is he OK?" I nodded. "You and your father, he's come home more than once looking just like that. I used to tell him he shouldn't play rough games but he just laughed." I must have looked a bit green or something and her grin disappeared. "Come on, Jacko, you'd better go and lie down and I'll get a cold flannel to put on it."
I needed no second bidding and went and crept into bed. Ma was back very quickly and laid a cold, refreshing flannel over my closed eyes and forehead which was beginning to throb. I heard her moving around the bedroom picking up my usual discarded bits and pieces. Tom came padding in.
"Is he alright, Mrs Thomson?"
"Yes, he's obviously had a knock on the head, but let's have a look at you." There were a few moments silence. "I think you're OK, it doesn't need a stitch, just a piece of plaster." Another short silence. "I've made it big enough to impress your brother with the wound. If you wait here I'll bring you some tea."
I heard her leave the room. Tom came over to the bed.
"Jacko, are you OK?"
I murmured that I was but I had a headache now.
"Do you want the flannel changed?"
"Please."
He lifted up the now warm flannel and I blinked with the light. He looked quite concerned.
"You've got a real pair of shiners there. Dunc had one black eye last year but you've got two!"
He disappeared and returned speedily with the newly cooled flannel. He positioned it over my eyes again. I felt his hand grope for mine under the blankets. He gripped my hand and whispered in my ear.
"Good job you got it between the eyes and not somewhere else!"
I grimaced. It was bad enough to have a headache but what such a blow would have done to my balls I shuddered to think. Tom obviously agreed. He squeezed my hand again.
"Two lovely black balls, eh!" He let go of my hand and shoved his hand over my stomach and ran a finger along my cock. "You'd need a very cold flannel to cure it down here!"
I murmured that he was lucky he hadn't got someone's boot against his goolies rather than his head. He laughed and withdrew his hand. Ma was coming back up the stairs.
"Come on, Jacko, sit up a bit, I've brought a couple of aspirins for you as well."
I reached out and took the flannel away from my eyes and took the proffered pills with the glass of water she held out.
She spoke over her shoulder, "There's some tea and a couple of buns here as well if you would like to start, Tom, and I've popped your clothes in the airing cupboard because they were damp when I took them out of your bag."
"Cor, Ma, I'm hungry too!"
She grinned at me, "All in good time. Let the aspirin get down. Tom won't eat everything."
There was the sound of the back door opening and closing.
"Your father's back. I'd better go and see if he's damp inside and out!"
She disappeared off and Tom and I exchanged looks. I whispered that once before he'd nearly fallen off his bike on his way home after a match and Tony's mum had seen him. Tom's eyes widened, here were revelations. Pa came hurrying up the stairs.
"Where are all the wounded! Stand by your beds!" He burst into the room and then burst into gales of laughter. "Well, well, you two little Protestants really have been slaughtered by the merry Catholics!" He peered at my face. "You'll live, but you'll be a horrendous shade of green next week. I know, I've had'em like that!" He turned to Tom. "And what's that covering up? Multiple fractures of the skull?"
Tom blushed, "No, it's only a scratch."
I thought I'd better stick up for him. "He scored our last try, but we still lost."
"I know you did and we've been commiserating and celebrating it, depending on whose side we were on. The Brothers were pretty happy by the time I left!"
Ma came silently into the room. "And I expect you helped cheer up both sides, eh?"
Pa stood up. "Of course. But I had to watch my p's and q's as Jim Halloran was there. He's in charge of our stores and his lad was playing against you on the other side. He would keep referring to me as Dr Thomson in his rich Irish brogue so I had to be on my best behaviour as it'll be round the works on Monday where I spent my Saturday afternoon keeping out the damp! Still, I'll leave you to your wounds. Cheer up, Tom, it'll heal!" He turned and went out closely followed by Ma.
I grinned at Tom who watched their departure wide-eyed.
"Ma'll tick him off for drinking whiskey or whatever with the Brothers, I expect. But, come on, let's finish up that food."
Ma brought Tom's clothes in from the airing cupboard some time later and I decided I would get up and dress as well as my head wasn't aching too much. I don't think either of us felt like tossing off, in any case, Ma might have reappeared. Tom asked if I would help him in the morning with his maths so I promised I would go round some time after ten. Ma called up the stairs that his mother had arrived home so he went off saying he would spin a good yarn to his brother about his injury.
Pa was in a very happy and chatty mood that evening and I did find out a bit about his latest project which was going very well. Apparently, it was some very tough metal for making shell casings and he and Mike's father had worked out the formula for it and they were doing some preliminary tests on it just before Christmas. I was told I wasn't to mention anything about it to anyone as careless talk costs lives! Ma gave me two more aspirins before I went to bed and I slept very soundly, no wank and no dreams of any kind.
At least I didn't have a headache when I woke up but what a sight greeted me when I peered into the mirror. I had black rings round both eyes. Pa was having breakfast and reading the paper when I walked in and, very unkindly, guffawed when he saw me.
"Cheer up, lad, it's not so bad, they'll get better. Come on, have your breakfast. That should put a smile on your face!"
It did, I was very peckish and swiped the last piece of toast before Pa got his hands on it. Ma had switched to German and I was commanded to practice because the exam was the week before Christmas. I escaped just before ten and said I was going to help Tom with his maths homework.
Tom was up but not dressed when I arrived and said he thought the new colour scheme was an improvement on my usual putty tinge. If he hadn't been bigger than me I would have had a go at him. He still had the large piece of plaster on his forehead but said Duncan was not impressed. However, Tom was very impressed by the amount I shot and I thought I would get my own back about his colour scheme remark by pulling back as hard as I could on each stroke when I tossed him off. All that did was to make him come loads with the remark that he could do with a wank like that every time!
We were dressed and tidy and well into Tom's maths when we heard Duncan come home and go along the landing to his room. There were a few minutes silence and then a great shout as he came out and along to Tom's room. The door was flung open.
"Where's my atlas you insufferable little gonad!" he roared, striding into the room, "How many times do I have to tell you, if you borrow something, put it back when you finish with it." He stopped, having caught sight of me hunched over Tom's text book. I looked up and he saw my eyes and laughed like a drain, "Oh, my God, look at this, it's Ping Pong the Panda!"
I made a face, what with Pa and now Duncan and who was Ping Pong the Panda?
"You two," he continued still laughing. "There's him..," pointing at his brother, "..Face- ache extraordinaire! Oh, I'd better watch my French accent or you'll be correcting me, won't you?"
I nodded and waited. He came over, put his hands on his brother's shoulders and continued, "I was there when he came in yesterday and said he'd been badly gashed. Luckily mum is used to his tall tales but he managed to convince her he was too badly wounded to wash up after tea and I bet it's only a scratch. At least you've got something to show for it! Tom said you had two lovely black eyes. I bet they hurt. How did it happen?"
I explained about the errant knee in the last minutes of the game and said that surprisingly, they didn't hurt now.
Tom sat very still and then said in a very precise way, "At least I scored a try getting injured which is more than you did, brother dear!"
Duncan laughed and moved his hands up to encircle Tom's neck, "Not for want of trying, to coin a pun, but it was his pal the red-headed terror who tackled me and got me down. I must say for his size he's a tough one."
So Mike had tackled Duncan, I must ask him about that on Tuesday.
"Anyway, I can't stand here gossiping. Where's my atlas you unmentionable little object?" He squeezed Tom's neck and Tom obediently pointed to the back of the desk.
"Let go, ...it's over there." As Duncan moved away from him he swiftly got up and said quickly, "It's the big book with the red cover, you short-sighted oaf!"
I thought there might be further developments but Duncan airily dismissed Tom's comment with a wave of his hand, "Don't start something you can't finish, little lad, I'm not easily goaded on a Sunday morning." He turned to me. "By the way, your friend young Ward was cycling around this morning and he had a piece of plaster on his chin. I told him about Tom and you, but I didn't know then what your shiners looked like. He said his plaster covered injuries received in the course of duty yesterday as well. If I'd thought about it he could have delivered some of the papers for me. This lazy tyke here is taking over my rounds next year but he's too idle to get up and help me now! Aren't you, young Thomas?"
Young Thomas grimaced and made no reply. I thought, Oh, so Matt has been shadowing his idol! I'd better keep quiet about that or Matt would be annoyed.
"Was Matt looking for me?"
"He didn't say he was. He just asked how our team got on and then he cycled off." He shrugged his shoulders. "Now, I've got work to do. I've rescued my atlas from this light-fingered midget pizzle here so I'll bid you good day. You can get on with your work too. Come on Tom, don't let Jacko do it all and don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
He left and closed the door. As soon as it was shut Tom said with feeling, "Midget pizzle yourself!" He came over and said in a stage whisper, "What he doesn't know is that we've already done it, eh, Jacko!"
"He likes doing it too you told me and when Matt and I tidied his bed we could see he does!"
Tom laughed, "Wait 'til I tell him that. His dreadful secret's out! You know, I meant to tell you but I didn't have time when you were saying about your towel and Matt and his dad. Well, Dunc told me ages ago that mum caught him whacking off in the bathroom one day soon after he found out about doing it and she said she would tell dad. Dunc said all dad said to him was that he was glad his son was growing up and he would be worried if he wasn't doing it!"
"Has your dad said anything to you?"
"No, 'cause he's been abroad for over two years and I hadn't started before he went off. I think mum knows 'cause I haven't bothered if I've made stuff when I'm in bed." He paused. "It's a pity Dunc didn't get hold of me when I called him an oaf. You could have helped me get him down like you and Nobbo got Billy. I wish I could grow a bit more and get my own back but he's still a bit too strong for me and he always wins."
"Too bad, but there were three of us got Billy down 'cos Matt was there as well don't forget. I think Dunc would have been too much for just you and me. Anyway, he's got some good names for you, hasn't he? I know a gonad is a bollock, isn't it? But what's a pizzle?"
He laughed, "It's a bull's dick, you clot. I looked it up in his dictionary when he called me it first. He said I was a prancing little pizzle and I didn't dare ask him what he meant. It said it was a bull's willy. He's one to talk, calling me a midget pizzle, he's the one with a midget pizzle!"
Revelations! Then there was a shout from Duncan from along the landing. "Tom! go and let Matthew Ward in, he's down at the back door."
Tom raised his eyebrows and disappeared off and was soon back with Matthew following. He grinned hugely when he saw my face.
"Gosh, Jacko, what hit you?..."
I eyed his plastered chin, "...And what happened to you?"
He blushed and looked at Tom, "I cut myself shaving this morning, the blade must have been blunt."
Tom snorted, "You told Dunc you were injured yesterday!"
"Well, sort of, someone did hit my jaw when I had the ball once and grazed some pimples. What happened to you?"
"I cut my head on someone's boot, but poor old Jacko caught a knee right between the eyes!"
"I heard your lies, young Ward!" came a voice from the doorway.
Matt spun round and there was Duncan.
"You told me you were injured and here you are saying you cut yourself!"
Matt was too embarrassed to speak so I piped up for him, "He did say he got hit on the jaw as well."
"Oh, just as well, or we would have to deal with the offender. Hang, draw and quarter him or make him confess to Huggy that he lied to the Head of School!"
Poor Matt was almost cringing.
Tom came to the rescue, "I think he would rather be hung, drawn and quartered than get on the wrong side of Huggy, eh?"
Whoops, I put my foot in it then.
"He's well hung already, aren't you Matt?"
Poor old Matt, he couldn't go any redder as the other two burst into peals of laughter.
"Good one, Jacko!" spluttered Tom, "He is too! Aren't you, Matt?"
"So I've heard as well!" said Duncan, "Your friend Billy Clarke was most complimentary about your goods and chattels. Anyway it was only a little one, the lie, I mean!" With that he turned and went off back to his room laughing, leaving a rather flustered Matt and two giggling others.
Tom closed the door and nodded to me. We grabbed Matt and spread him back over the bed and Tom had his trousers and pants down in seconds and was giving him a mighty wank before Matt could draw breath. Of course, realising what was happening he didn't struggle but just lay back with a beaming smile on his face while Tom tossed him off.
When I saw he was about to come I whipped my hankie out and caught his spunk expertly as it shot from his knob.
"That was a proper Yankee that time, Matt! But look what you've done to my hankie!" I opened the soggy folds to show him as he sat up. He was quite relaxed now and grinned at me.
"Gosh, that was good, Tom! Sorry about your hankie, Jacko, but you did stop it going all over my shirt! Here give it to me and have this one."
He stood up and pulled up his pants and trousers and drew out a new clean hankie from his pocket. He handed it to me in exchange for the moist bundle.
"Anyway, what about you two?" Ever solicitous, but he must have guessed by the look on Tom's face. "I'm too late, eh? Started early!", he chortled, "And Duncan?"
"Not Duncan, but we have," I replied, "Just to make sure we weren't damaged after yesterday's happenings! Anyway, why do we have the honour of your company?"
"Oh, mum wanted me out of the way while she cleaned up before going to church and Julia told me to push off out and not make the place any more untidy so I cycled round to see you about homework."
"Duncan said he saw you earlier," I said, teasingly, because I knew, but Tom didn't know, about Matt's choice of musketeer and I guessed Matt had really wanted to see Duncan. No wonder he was so upset when Duncan overheard his partial fib! And then Duncan also knew about his enormous cock, too!
Tom took over the inquisition without guessing the true reason for Matt's journeying.
"What homework? You haven't brought any books!"
Matt was rather flustered again, "No..., I just wanted to see what Jacko had done and his mum said he was here."
A lame excuse if ever I'd heard one, close proximity to his hero was the aim, I guessed. I thought I hadn't better pursue the matter but would tackle Matt later, privately. He blushed too easily.
"Anyway, we've more or less finished now, haven't we, Tom?"
"Yeah, but you'd better let the poor lad see what we've done." Tom playfully punched Matt on the arm. "We needed you earlier. I wanted to get my own back on Dunc but he's too big and if all three of us got him down I could have had a go at him. Like you did with Billy Clarke!"
Matt looked at me but I kept a poker face. No doubt I would hear a worry from him quite soon. I turned the conversation off Tom and Duncan and we sat and showed Matt the homework we'd done for which he said he was eternally grateful.
We shoved off just after twelve and Matt said he would go home and get the work done properly and would see me in the morning. I mooched about the rest of the day and finished off the German work for Van before getting into bed.
I lay in bed thinking over things I'd learned at Tom's. Did he really mean his big brother Duncan only had a small cock? I couldn't remember what Duncan's looked like from the time we had the scrum down in the showers because he was standing on the sidelines and I didn't catch even a glimpse of his equipment, but then, although Tom was older and taller than me our cocks were about the same size. Matt's was much bigger than either of ours and was a real bull's willy. Gosh, I hoped mine would get as big as his, it was certainly at full stretch now and coming fast......Unhhhhhhh.
My eyes were still a monstrous colour on Monday morning and I wondered what my reception would be when I got to school. Not to worry. Much to my delight I was hailed as a minor hero, scarred in the battles of the field. Even Cleggy forbore from any snide remarks and two of the larger Fifth Formers at break said I was plucky.
Matt's plaster was also admired and I kept my mouth shut but nudged him when Huggy made some remarks about the war-wounded. Ned had prodded me in the back as I went downstairs at break and asked if I was alright and had I enjoyed the party. Lucky sod, he hadn't had to play on Saturday so as punishment I gave him a graphic description of the game, including the injuries. I hope he was impressed.
Mrs Tring was very crafty when I had my piano lesson. She took the music away and said I could rest my eyes and play from memory. I did too, very well!
In bed that night I went over again the events of the weekend. Ned's horny hand mingled with memories of Tom's rough clutch and a satisfying squirt of warm spunk soon landed on my stomach.
I waited for Vince after school on Tuesday as I'd promised to help him catch up. He still looked rather pale and wasn't so lively as he had been. In fact, we had to cycle quite slowly as he said he difficulty in getting enough breath. He was sitting at the kitchen table and I'd just made a pot of tea when Mike arrived. He was his usual bright and breezy self.
"Hello, Jacko, you were truly wounded then!" he said as I stood back to let him in. "Here you are, I'm a messenger today, there are two missives for you. One from Maureen and one from Pat Halloran. He was most insistent I gave it to you."
He passed over two envelopes and looking past me spied Vince.
"Why, hallo, cousin Aloysius, and what may you be doing here?"
More odd names, I'd forgotten to find out about Ping Pong the Panda from Duncan, but 'cousin Aloysius' from Mike sounded much more exciting. Mike must have sensed I was going to ask and went on before Vince had a chance to answer.
"Sure and it's his saint's name. Did you never know what his second name was?"
I shook my head, I had a vague notion I knew he was VAH but I had enough names to contend with.
"That's enough from you," retorted Vince, "You're a real Irish Paddy yourself!"
"Patrick, my boy, the most holiest of Irish saints. And don't forget, not one of your foreign, heathen saints!"
"But you only put MO on those drawings you gave me," I said defusing the exchange, "Why didn't you put the P as well?"
"No reason, just sheer laziness."
"What drawings are those?" asked Vince.
"I'll show you later. They're up in my room."
Mike came over to the table and stood behind Vince. "He still looks a bit pale doesn't he?"
He put his hands on his shoulders and gave them a squeeze. Vince sat quite passively but then leaned back against Mike and grinned at me.
"But I'm not so flaming red as he is, am I?" he said, "His sister Bridget calls him the human carrot! Doesn't she, Mike?"
I joined in. "I thought he was a wicked snake as well according to his door label!"
Vince dissolved into chuckles. "Good, I've got an ally now, Mike, you're not getting all your own way, just 'cos you're older than me."
What with Nobbo using me and Tom trying to use me in their battles with older brothers, here was Vince having a go at his cousin with my help. Mike wasn't at all perturbed.
"I see I have two of you to contend with now." He lifted his hands and pulled Vince's ears gently, "Worry not, I shall think of you two as the Red and the Black - but I won't tell you why - you can find out!"
Our little conversation was interrupted by the sound of Pa arriving home on his bike. He came in, bending down to take off his bicycle clips. As he stood up he surveyed the scene.
"Hello all, any chance of a cup of tea?" He directed the question at me then looked at Mike and Vince. "I can see a marked resemblance and you are..?"
"This is my cousin Vincent Aloysius Hare, Dr Thomson," Mike said very grandly while Vince went crimson, "He's here to take advantage of your son's brains."
Pa snorted, "Fat lot of good that'll do him, but he's welcome to try."
I felt rather deflated, but the tone was such we realised he was joking.
He looked at Vince, "Yes, we have met. You came to Jacko's birthday party, didn't you? You're very welcome. I heard you've been unwell. You've had some of the new anti-bacterial stuff haven't you? Are you better now?"
I didn't know Pa had all this information, but, of course I suppose Mike's father must have told him. Vince stood up. I noticed he wasn't much shorter than Mike.
"Yes, thank you, Dr Thomson, I'm much better, but I musn't do too much as I get breathless."
"From what I heard you made a miraculous recovery - or at least a remarkable one!"
While this was going on I had poured cups of tea for Pa and Mike. Pa picked his up and said he and Mike had better get on as there was a lot to do.
As soon as Vince had finished his cup we went up to my room. He saw the two drawings immediately and said he would ask Mike for the one he had done of him. While he was looking at them I opened the first of the letters, the one from Pat Halloran. I didn't know who he was but it became plain as I scanned the contents.
'Dear Jacko Thomson,
Your dad told my dad about your black eyes
at work today. I think I might have done the damage
during a scrum on Saturday because someone's head hit
my knee hard. I am very sorry and hope it does not
hurt too much.
Best wishes,
Patrick Halloran'
"Here, Vince, read this. Do you know him?"
Vince took the letter and read it quickly.
"Of course I know him. He was above my class at Junior School and he's an altar boy at church," he said and gave a smile, "He's a card is Pat, you'd like him. I bet his dad made him write this 'cos he works at your dad's place."
As he handed it back I remembered then that Pa had mentioned a Mr Halloran on Saturday. I told Vince about how Tom Buchanan and I hadn't waited for a shower but rode straight home and then Pa had come in later after going to the Brothers' house. Vince was amused at this and was still laughing as I opened the second letter. This was from Maureen, Mike's sister.
'Dear Jacko,
Just to let you know I have made nineteen
shillings and sixpence from the drawings I have done
of Mike's team. I charged eleven of them one and
sixpence each but I made Bernie Gould pay half a crown
because I did him a bigger size. The extra sixpence
was from Mike. I might do the other three for a
shilling each because they said they did not have any
money. Thank you for the idea.
Love,
Maureen'
I gave Vince the letter and explained about my visit. All he did was laugh again and said I obviously had a fan because she'd sent her love, like his sister had done on my birthday with their present. I made a face and I was going to tell him about Mike's other drawings but if he was going to take the mick that would have to wait. Anyway, I still hadn't found out if he was the one who felt my balls in the scrums. I also wanted to ask him about having to do a penance for whacking off and what was a penance.
He seemed much more intent on getting through all the things we'd done in class and we spent the next hour heads down over our books. We were still going over something or other when Mike tapped at the door and I called out 'Come in'. He wanted to know about the letters so I gave him both to read. He was rather impressed by Pat Halloran's penitence as he called it and said his sister was a mercenary little toad and she obviously had a crush on me. It was my turn to blush and Vince laughed and said that was girls all over. He should know with all his sisters. Mike said he would ride home with Vince so we packed up and they went.
Vince did say he was very pleased with what we had done. I wasn't so pleased because with both Mike and Vince there I could have done with a good wank and my questions answered. Thinking about it later I wished Mike had pulled my ears, or much better, pulled my... Oh, crikey, too late!
Great news on arriving at school next day! We would be breaking up a week earlier because the boiler needed repairing. I suppose the beaks had heard about the Catholics and their lack of hot water and had checked on our supply. That's what Tony said he'd heard one of the Sixth Formers say. Good, breaking up on the 15th!
The beaks seemed pleased as well except that Van gave me two lots of translation to do with strict instructions to learn some more vocabulary.
After French circle the others left to go to Scouts but Matt stayed on and before we did the rest of our homework we tossed each other off standing by the sink. I told him I thought I was overworked and he laughed and said he was too because that was his second as he'd woken up with an African horn. I said if it was a horn in the morning he should be called John Peel so we had a good laugh about this new nickname and he said it was too true, his dick was forever going stiff and not only in the morning. Mine does too, I had to work it over again in bed and I suppose Matt had a third!
The weekend was fairly quiet. I went round to see Tony on Saturday afternoon and we got our English done quite quickly and celebrated this with two hearty wanks apiece. I didn't see Tom on Sunday as he had to go to Church Parade so had to console myself, twice.
At least I got Van's work done. I had a giggle because one German sentence had 'wank' in it - of course, it means 'shake', but having a wank is like having a shake, isn't it!. I wonder if that's what German boys call it or is there another word for wank in German? That would be adding to my vocabulary!
The weather was horrible all the week but there was one piece of good news! After French circle on Wednesday when Tony and Roo had said their au revoirs before scuttling off to Scouts Ma said she'd had a 'phone call from Mrs Crossley inviting Matt and me to go over to Ulvescott the weekend before Christmas. Mrs C had asked if we'd have liked to go for Christmas because Tony would be there but Matt's mum had said they were going to Scotland to be with his father and we, of course, were going to Cardiff. So, she'd suggested we went and stayed the previous weekend.
Ma laughed and said that when Mrs Crossley had told Bran he'd got ever so excited. As if a dog could understand Ma said! I knew better having been with Bran for a week! I looked at Matt and he was grinning all over his face and I said I'd really like to go.
Matt nodded and said, "Oh, yes, please!".
Ma said it was all arranged then because she'd already spoken to Matt's mum. As we were breaking up on Wednesday we could go over by bus on Thursday and come back on Monday as my piano exam was on the Tuesday at the Chapter House.
We went up to my room and Matt could hardly contain himself he was so pleased.
"Gosh, Jacko, isn't that a smashing idea? I really like that place and Bran!" He paused a moment, "And being with you, of course. Gosh, it will be smashing!" He seemed a bit restricted on vocabulary but I let him rattle on. "It'll be like two Christmases. I'm looking forward to Scotland as well. We're having Christmas at the base and the Scots celebrate New Year more so we're staying up for that, too!"
He was really like a dog with two tails and hummed and whistled tunelessly while we did our homework before he went home. He fairly rushed off and Ma said she'd never imagined Matt as the human whirlwind.
Crumbs, all the excitement made me extra horny and I had to have one wank before I got into bed and watched myself in the wardrobe mirror doing it. Then I sat up in bed and looked through my entries for November. Not so much the scribbles but counting the stars. Crumbs again! Forty in thirty days and I'd better put a second one for today being the first of the month. Oh, you know what I mean!!
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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