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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.
ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
Chapter 21
Part 2.
Mike finished washing, then dressed and we went downstairs where the great-uncle and aunt and the other old lady were waiting in front of cups of tea. I found out they would all be back that evening and would be leaving in the morning. Mike led them off and Ma said I could take some tea up to Pa and find out how he was.
Pa was fast asleep when I drew back the curtains. It was just like the time he'd had a skinful at Van's! I stood by the bed and poked him in the arm.
"D'you want some tea?" I asked solicitously.
All I got was a rather unresponsive grunt.
I poked again. "Tea?" I reiterated.
I got almost a rerun of Mike's monologue.
"Wassat! Oh, my head!" he groaned. There was a long pause until two heavy-lidded eyes swivelled and fixed on me.
"Ma said have some tea," I commanded.
He responded by shaking his head momentarily as if to clear cobwebs or something and then hauled himself up into a sitting position. I noticed his pyjamas were buttoned haphazardly. He put out a tentative hand and took the tea.
"Haven't felt like this since we won the County Cup in '34!" he said feelingly, "What does your mother say?"
"She hasn't said anything. She was very tired last night as well!" I replied.
He eyed me suspiciously, then he winced.
"How did I get home?"
"You came home with Mike," I replied truthfully.
"Must have had a guardian angel looking over us because that boy was knocking it back during the evening!"
"That guardian angel must have been St Patrick," I said truthfully again, and did not enlighten him further.
He winced again. Whether from my wit or his headache I didn't know. He drank his tea and handed me the cup.
"I could do with another of those, please."
Like a dutiful son I retreated but couldn't report to Ma as she wasn't in the kitchen. I poured the tea and returned with a second cup. He was standing in front of the sink with just his pyjama trousers on liberally dousing himself with cold water. This must be the standard cure after a skinful!
"Ha, that's better. Where's the towel?"
He groped around and found it and wound it round his head and shoulders. I put the cup and saucer down and went downstairs again.
"He's getting up," I informed Ma who had reappeared in the kitchen, "He says he's got a headache and he hasn't felt like it since the County Cup in '34!"
Ma laughed in a sinister sort of way. "He didn't come home that night!
He came home next morning in a police car with William Buchanan. Luckily William was a sergeant in the police at the time and two of the others were in the police as well, but I don't think any of them remembered anything about it!"
I was learning things fast!
It was pretty quiet the rest of the day. I watched from the window as Tom and Duncan went past resplendent in pill-box hat and forage cap to their parade.
I played through several of the pieces Mrs Tring had lent me and made sure I had sufficient to eat at lunch time. Ma made Pa and me trudge off for an invigorating walk in the afternoon. Pa was strangely silent the whole time and the sole topic of conversation was how much he was looking forward to a cup of tea on our return! I disappeared up to my room as soon as I had devoured my supper and impatiently awaited the return of Mike.
The quartet returned about nine o'clock and I didn't bother to go down.
Mike came up soon after bearing a tray with two mugs of cocoa and some cakes.
"The old folks are off to bed soon," he reported, "They have to catch a train at ten in the morning. Your mum and dad are listening to the wireless and I've come up to keep you company before bedtime!"
He slipped his jacket and shoes off and unknotted his tie and put it on my desk before sitting down. I was curious to know what had happened to Eamonn and Kathleen so as he sat down I pounced.
"Pat said Eamonn was very drunk last night when he left to bring you and Pa home."
Mike gave a dismissive laugh. "Then he was completely wrong! Eamonn's not daft so he put on a good act and he and Kathleen went off to the Station Hotel." He laughed again. "They turned up about twelve today ready for lunch looking very contented! Eamonn's got to go back tomorrow morning so he'll have a busy night tonight as well!"
Mike gave a nod towards the bed.
"I'm ready for bed, I've had a busy day. What about you?"
"I'm ready for a busy night too!"
Mike rose from the chair he was sitting on and lumbered over to me. Next thing I knew I was being hauled up with my head held tight under his arm while my trousers and pants were rapidly lowered and I was then subjected to a mighty tickling and slapping. I squirmed and wriggled and tried to slip my head out but couldn't. He carried me to the bed and dropped me on it and held me as he pulled up my shirt and tickled my ribs and chest.
I tried to grab his legs but he caught my arms between his legs and locked me tight. He ran his hand up and down my front, teasing my cock and alternately stroking and squeezing my balls. In the end I gasped out I was exhausted and he let me go. While I was still floundering on the bed he had most of his own clothes off in seconds. I was then captured again and my shirt was undone and manoeuvred over my head. Without stopping he turned me over and ran his hand all the way down my back and legs and removed my socks. I had been expertly peeled!
He let go of me again and began to remove the rest of his clothes. His shirt was quickly over his head but as his trousers were being lowered I leapt on him and he fell onto the bed. This gave me an opportunity to fall across his back and pin him down. This time he got the tickling and I rubbed the thick ginger fur on the backs of his legs as he kicked around until his trousers and pants fell off his feet. I put a hand between his legs and caught hold of his balls and whispered to him that I would squeeze them like I had up at the farmhouse if he didn't behave. He snorted so I gave them a little squeeze. He whispered he promised so I let go and, as I pulled my hand out, I wriggled my fingers in his crack and felt him jerk a bit as I passed over his hole. I repeated the movement tickling him all the way from behind his balls up to the small of his back.
"Come on, Jacko!", he whispered urgently, "Let's get into bed!"
I rolled off him and we got into bed facing each other. I put my arms round his shoulders and he did the same to me. As my face was against his neck I started to lick him under his chin. He started making a moaning sound so I slid one hand down and ringed his erect cock. I slid down under the bed clothes licking him all the way from neck to chest to stomach until just below his navel I met the bare end of his prick and slipped it into my mouth. I sucked and sucked until I could feel him about to come. His prick was jerking in my mouth as I tried to control it but it pushed down into my throat as he came. I swallowed to stop myself choking and was surprised at the amount of come he produced as he seemed to go on squirting for ages.
I kept his prick in my mouth and licked it gently as he lay panting with his hands on my head holding me against him. He moved his hands down until he could slip them under my arms and slowly drew me up. My face touched his and I stuck my tongue against his lips. His mouth was open so I pushed my still sticky tongue in and he sucked and licked it. Then he slid down in the bed repeating my licking except that he tongued and sucked on my nipples before taking a mid line down to my waiting cock. As he took my knob into his mouth he pushed my foreskin down with his lips. Suddenly his hand went round my back and he pulled me towards him so that all my prick disappeared into his mouth. I could have screamed out with the terrific feelings as he sucked and licked my whole shaft. I began to come with slow waves of tightness and relaxation and as the point of no return arrived I gave a convulsive jerk and there was nothing I could do to prevent my prick forcing it's way deep into his throat nor stop the immense amount of spunk I shot.
Mike coughed and spluttered as I rapidly withdrew my still jerking shaft. I pushed the bedclothes back and moved down to be on the level with his face.
"Are you OK?" I whispered urgently.
"Mmm..," he murmured and clamped his mouth over mine.
Our tongues clashed and rubbed against each other as we slid back up the bed, luckily with the towel between us. We both had raging hard-on again and were frantically working at each other and shot almost simultaneously within a very short time.
We lay panting holding each other tight. After some time Mike pulled the bedclothes up to cover us and we lay whispering together about all the events of the weekend before dropping off completely satisfied to sleep.
Mike was still fast asleep when I heard one of his relatives go along the corridor to the lav. Well, after all the excitements of Saturday and Sunday what would Monday bring? It was still very dark so it was pretty early. Still, I'd had my quota of sleep and I needed to be relieved of an urgent want! I felt down and tweaked his cock and massaged his balls until he drowsily awoke. As the sounds of activity outside died away he must have decided he needed a pee or something so I got a brotherly tickle to put me in my place as he slid out of bed ready to pick up his dressing-gown. He made the mistake of turning his back on me. I launched myself out of bed and, as he bent over the chair to pick up the dressing-gown, I clutched him from the back, arms and legs round him and got him to the floor.
His drowsiness or the training sessions with me at half-term paid off. I had him pinned to the floor without too much trouble. We thrashed around a bit but in the end, as usual, he proved to be too strong for me and I found myself pressed down under the full weight of his body. Not surprisingly all this resulted in a pair of hard-ons which crashed together as he roughly ground his thighs and belly against mine.
"Got you, you little tyke!" he whispered, opening his legs and straddling me.
I managed to free a hand and burrowed it between us and grabbed his cock.
"I'll pull it off, if you don't let go!" I whispered back.
"Try it, laddie! You're always making idle threats!" he whispered, a hot tongue licking into my ear as he jerked his prick in my hand. He rolled around a bit then did a complete turn so I landed up on top of him. He brought his legs up and locked them round me. I flailed around and had to let go of his dick.
"Wriggle out of that!" he whispered and licked me on the nose.
I twisted and squirmed and managed to lever myself down a bit. As I slipped down him I grabbed my own stiff cock without thinking and pointed it into the cleft of his arse. He tried to lift me up further by pushing his legs upwards. Of course, in so doing he provided me with a better line to my target and my knob end unerringly found his puckered hole. I pushed my cock against it with my hand and with a grunt from him I was in. Not far, but far enough. Using his legs round me as a support I pushed mightily with my back muscles and my prick slid in deep. I had truly shafted the third of my friends.
I leaned up and looked down on his face and grinned. He opened his eyes wide and responded by clenching his buttocks and squeezing my prick deep in him. With an effort I moved my buttocks up and down against him and I felt him relax a little. He opened his mouth and his eyes crinkled at the edges as if he was concentrating hard. I hoped I wasn't hurting him because without stopping I began to push up and down in earnest jogging my prick in and back an inch or so each time. His ring muscles alternately squeezed and relaxed and I soon felt I was ready to shoot my load. As I came he put his arms up and put them around my shoulders. I was well and truly captured. We lay still for a while until he drew my head down to his mouth and whispered in my ear.
"You wanted to do that weeks ago, didn't you? Did you like it?"
I nodded and he gently released me from the combined grasp of his arms and legs. As he lowered his legs I gently slid out of him. What could I do to repay him for that? I thought back to the night before and dropped my head to his chest and licked at his nipple. Slowly, I drew my tongue down his chest and stomach and took the head of his prick into my mouth once again. I sucked slowly while he moaned softly. I think our general excitement had made us both ready to come quickly. I certainly hadn't taken long, a matter of half a minute or so of thrusting and being squeezed. The same now with him.
I took more of his cock in and sucked harder and felt the internal throbbing begin. I caught the full force on the roof of my mouth as he came. Again, he seemed to shoot more than usual and as I gave his prick another couple of sucks he produced even more. My mouth seemed full of his strange salty sweet tasting spunk. I let go of his dick and swallowed a bit then moved up on him and stuck my coated tongue between his lips. He licked it with his own tongue and I swallowed again. We lay quietly on the floor with me resting across his chest with one of his arms round my shoulder getting our breath back and listening to the activity of the others getting up and moving around outside.
We had gone through all our own intense activity without making much noise at all and whatever bumps, grunts or snorts we had produced would have been masked by the general hubbub around. Mike finally pressed his arm down on me and whispered again.
"That was marvellous, Jacko! For both of us!"
I licked his lips and nodded. It was enough to express how I felt and I knew he knew.
"Come on then, Jacko, we'd better get up now or there won't be any breakfast!" he said in more normal tones.
I thumped him on the chest as I levered myself up and stood up. I walked over to the sink and without thinking did my usual morning act. I turned the cold tap on and had a piss. It was much quicker than going out to the lav I'd decided as soon as I found I was tall enough to stand and dangle my prick over the edge. Mike saw what I was doing and came and watched.
"You crafty hound!" he said with a laugh, "Saves time though."
I moved a bit to the side and he hefted his cock and we pissed together as we had done at the farmhouse!
"Very handy, this!" he said appraisingly, "I have to run the gauntlet of all the female inhabitants of our house when I want to pee. And then they bang on the door and want to know what I'm doing." He nudged me and giggled. I forbore to ask what he usually did!
After Mike went off with the old folks the place seemed very quiet. It was no use going to see Tom as I remembered he and his brother were going to some Easter Monday do for the Boys' Brigade so I busied myself checking my bike and packing things into a rucksack ready to take to Ulvescott. This took me until lunchtime when Ma announced we would be going out to tea. My ears pricked up as soon as food was mentioned and I found we'd been invited over to see Pa's colleague and his wife, Mr and Mrs Gardiner, who lived in a nearby village. Mr Gardiner was another engineer and I'd met him a number of times when he had come home with Pa to discuss work. I hadn't seen Mrs Gardiner for ages but I knew she was a good cook as she had supplied food for the party.
Their son, Chris, had been at our school and had gone straight into the Air Force as soon as he'd left the Sixth Form and was now a Pilot Officer or something. I didn't know him at all other than he'd been Head Boy in my first year at the school so he was much older than me, even older than cousin Gareth. What I had noticed was his name was on the Fourth Year Cup for winning in 1938.
Pa said he would use up some of his petrol ration and drove us over and as soon as we'd arrived I was sent up to Chris's old bedroom to see if there were any books I wanted to borrow to read. Being nosy I had a look in his wardrobe. Nothing much interesting hanging in there, a suit and his old school blazers and trousers. Then I had a look through the tall chest of drawers standing against the wall.
The top two drawers had loads of odds and ends of pens, clocks, rulers, protractors and all the garbage a schoolboy collects and thinks is valuable. Two other drawers had shirts and pants and socks and the bottom drawer contained rugger and gym kit and running shorts. I had a look at the rugger shirts, two were red, my school house colour. I remembered he'd also been captain of our house in my first year. The other shirt was a school First Fifteen. There was a framed photo on the wall of the First XV in his last year with them all togged up and I recognised him sitting at the end of the front row smiling broadly. Also in the bottom drawer were several pairs of rugger shorts from something approaching my size to two pairs which were at least a couple of sizes too big for me at present. The same with his gym kit and running shorts. I supposed as he grew he never chucked anything out but just had the next size bought for him.
I burrowed about a bit more in the bottom drawer and realised there was something hidden under the lining paper at the back. I lifted the paper carefully and found it was a thin folder with some snapshot photos in it. I pulled it out and had a look. They were of Chris and two of his pals. No, must have been three others as the four photos had different groupings but Chris was in all of them. They all looked about seventeen or so, Sixth Form I guessed, and I recognised where they'd been taken 'cause it was in our school showers and they were all in the nude. In each photo they were standing shoulder to shoulder grinning broadly, but, successively, showing off limp, then semi-erect then, finally, fully rampant cocks. I had a good look at each one and was quite surprised. Of course I didn't know how tall they were but only one of them looked as if his was as big as Rhys's because they would have been about the same age as him. In fact none of them had one as big as Matt's even though they would have been a couple of years older. Chris's was second longest but it certainly wasn't very thick compared with the others.
Oh hell, looking at the photos was making my dong go stiff. I carefully put the photos back in the folder and tucked it well down under the lining paper and closed the drawer quietly. I looked on the shelves and picked out three books, one of Father Brown stories and another on the history of trains and the third was Beau Geste. I sat at Chris's desk and started to look at the train book. There was a quiet knock on the door.
I looked up as his mum opened the door and came in.
"Are you OK, Jacko?" she asked, "It was all quiet up here."
"Oh, yes thanks, I found these books and was just looking at this one," I replied, indicating the railway one on the desk. "It's very interesting. I've got a model of this engine here that Dad bought before the war." I wondered guiltily if she knew I'd looked in the drawers and I wondered if she had ever found the pack of photos.
She went over to the chest of drawers and pulled open the third one down and then shut it. Then she pulled open the bottom drawer.
"Chris won't want these football shirts any more. Are they any good to you?" She rummaged about in the drawer. "And what about the shorts and socks? And these bathing trunks? Goodness, we bought those for him when we were in France before the War. You'd better take what you like as most of the things here would be much too small for him now and anyway they are nearly all old school things. Have a look in the other drawers and see if there's anything else useful for you before the moths get at it all!"
"Oh, thanks very much, Mrs Gardiner," I said as innocently as possible, "May I have a look, please?" I took out a pile of clobber and put it on the bed. "Goodness, that shirt is my house colour. I remember, Chris was our house captain in my first year."
"Yes, he left three years ago so that would be right wouldn't it? You're in the Fourth Year now, aren't you, because your father said you've just won the Lane Cup.
Chris won that four years running!"
"Yes," I said, "His name is on the cup for 1938. I didn't know he won in the other years."
Mrs Gardiner closed the bottom drawer and began to open the top one. "There should be some photos of him..." I wondered what was going to come next, but she continued... "in the top drawer here, in the album as well as that one over there..." She pointed at the 1st XV photo on the wall... "He also ran for the county and there are all his medals somewhere." She took out an album then opened the second drawer and pulled out a large cigar box. "Have a look at these. I'll go and get you a couple of cardboard boxes to put all the things in."
As she went out of the door I opened the wooden box she had passed me. In it were half a dozen medals for events won at the county sports plus the four for the times he'd won the Lane Cups! The medals rested on a thick base of paper. Oh, no! I lifted the paper and there was another little folder of photos plus a flat package in a small brown envelope. Without looking at them I got the folder and the envelope out and put them into the inside pocket of my jacket. I was laying the medals out on the desk when Mrs Gardiner came back.
"He was a very good runner," she said, "He was always winning at school and at county sports. It was one of the things which got him a place at the Air Training School because, although I say it myself, he wasn't very good at exams. Anyway here are the boxes, have all the things you want and leave the rest. In fact, I think there's a couple of blazers and a suit in here which would fit you soon."
She went over to the wardrobe and opened the door.
"Look, there are two here and a couple of extra pairs of trousers. There's all this, too. Are you in the Scouts?" She asked, pointing at a cardboard box tucked to the side on the top shelf.
"No, I'm not but my two friends, Tony and Roo, are."
"Well, there's all his old Scout clothes in there, shirts and things. You can take all that if your friends would like to have it."
As I lifted down the box she fiddled about in the bottom of the wardrobe and straightened up holding two pairs of spiked running shoes. "Have these as well!"
"Gosh, thanks, all this will be useful now everything is rationed," I said, putting the Scout box on the bed without opening it next to the growing pile of clothing. I picked up a pair of almost new rugger shorts. "I think these will fit me now."
"Well, that's thanks to Chris, he never threw anything out even when he outgrew them, that's why the blazer he had in the Fourth Form is here. You'll find a lot of things in the other drawers you can have as well and there's all those Boy's Own Papers in the corner too," she said, pointing in that direction.
"Are you sure he won't want any of these things?" I asked, picking up the top couple of copies.
"No, of course not. I don't know why I haven't given them away before.
In fact until you came I don't think I've looked in the drawers since he left except to put mothballs in each year. He's rarely home now as he was posted overseas very suddenly last year. Can't tell you where as I'm not supposed to know," she winked, and put her fingers to her lips, "But it's hot!" She put the blazers and the suit jacket on the bed. "Take your time, tea should be ready in half an hour."
I thanked her again profusely and began to fold things up and put them in the boxes. I realised I was going to take everything from the bottom drawer, so, if after I'd gone she came to clean up she would move the paper, and.... Oh gosh,.. I'd better take the photos as well. I quickly got the folder out and stuck it between the pages of the Father Brown stories and pushed the book down the side of one box. After having collected together all the kit from the bottom two drawers, several pairs of football socks from one of the other drawers and the two blazers, a jacket and three pairs of trousers, two pairs of spiked shoes and two pairs of rugger boots from the wardrobe, the boxes were full.
I thought I'd better look at the photo album and picked it up from the top of the dresser where Mrs Gardiner had deposited it. It was quite large and had a number of family photos and Chris in the Scouts in the early pages. Then there were about twenty good-sized enlargements of Chris and others running or lined up at the beginning. There were also a couple just of Chris, I suppose at the finish, because he was holding up a medal in both of them. Under each were carefully written details of date, place, race and results. Generally Chris was first or at least second. I found that some of the medals on the table matched the photo details.
As I turned the last pages I thought that some of the photos seemed to be a bit thick so I prised one out of its holding frame. Oh, my God, underneath was an enlargement of one of the snapshots from the bottom drawer. I quickly prised up the others and removed ten altogether. Four were enlargements of ones I'd already seen. I supposed the other six were of those from the medal box but I didn't have a look in case anyone came up. I gathered the lot together and distributed them among the pages of the railway book. Then I thought, if Pa sees the book he's sure to want to look at it. I found a large copy of Robinson Crusoe on the shelves and transferred the photos into that and pushed it far down the side of the box to join Father Brown. I then pushed the album photos back into their holders checking that there were no others still hidden and put the album back in the drawer. I picked up Beau Geste and opened it at random, just in time, as I heard Ma coming up the stairs.
"May has told me of all the things she's given you. Have you thanked her properly?
"Yes, I have, it's very kind of her, and, of course, Chris!"
Ma laughed, "Young Chris doesn't know, and anyway most of the things would be of no use to him. I hear there is a blazer."
"Two blazers, and a suit, and pairs of trousers and lots of kit, there's two boxes full! And there's this box of Scout things which Mrs Gardiner said I can give to Tony and Roo. I'll get it all out when we get home and we can have a proper look. I just want to look at this book and then I'll come down."
Ma turned and went out just as Mr Gardiner came up the stairs. He was a big man, very jolly and smoked a pipe, just like Pa. He poked his head round the door.
"Found everything you want?"
"Yes, thanks, I shall be fully kitted out for the rest of my schooldays!"
He came into the room and pulled open the drawers one by one. "Don't you want these?" He held up two pairs of pants. I nodded, I hadn't really explored the third drawer. He chucked them down on the clothes in the bigger box. "What about the jock-strap?" My ears pricked up, how had I missed that! He held it up and dangled it with the pouch hanging down. Oh crumbs, I wanted one badly to be like Matt, so that would be a prize. "You'll find it very useful, a bit later on I expect. Here you'd better take it as well." That was also thrown on the heap. Then Pa appeared at the door. Everyone was welcome!
"Hey, Henry, that's a box full!" Pa said and went over and picked up the jock-strap. He looked over at Henry Gardiner and winked, "This'll be well filled too no doubt in the course of time." They both laughed as he tucked it down the side of the box.
"Like father, eh, who was pride of the line-out, or line-up at college?"
I listened with all ears. I knew Pa had played rugger at university and I knew from something he'd said that Mr Gardiner had been a demonstrator, whatever that was, in the engineering department when he was there, but were they in the same team?
"Did you play in the same team?" I asked innocently.
"Of course. Your Dad was very good. I remember him as a first year of eighteen scoring a try against Liverpool University in his first match."
"I didn't know that, Pa!" I said with awe, "You've never said anything about it."
"Your father's very modest you know, he could have played much higher, you know. I've got some photos of the university team somewhere."
"Enough of that, Henry, you'll make me blush."
Mr Gardiner left the room and I looked at Pa who just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I thought, I bet his photos aren't like the ones I found of Chris and his pals. I tidied up the heap of clothes at the top of the box before Mr Gardiner returned with another large album.
"Here you are, Jacko, have a look at these."
Towards the back of the book were about a dozen photos of various teams and groups and there was a much younger Pa, all smiles, in several of them. He looked very tall and gangling in the first couple which were obviously in his first year. Mr Gardiner was next to him in a couple and sported a very large moustache which he hadn't got now. I giggled inwardly. In most of the early photos there was Uncle Dick as well. Uncle Dick had a very bad case of acne.
"Is that Uncle Dick?"
"Yes, we were in the same team in my first year and the next year. He'd already graduated and was doing his Master's degree with Henry."
"Your father and Dickie Dido were damn good players in their day. Are you?"
"I try, but I'm younger and not so big as some of the others in my class, but I get on OK." I changed tack. "And why was he called Dickie Dido?"
They both roared with laughter and Pa put his arm round my shoulder, "You'll be OK whatever size you are and don't you dare ask Uncle Dick why!"
They both laughed again and winked at each other. Some secret joke I thought, I supposed I'd find out some time. I expect Alun would know so I would have to remember to ask him!
Mr Gardiner was still laughing. "Don't you worry, your father and Uncle Dick are both big lads so you'll probably end up quite big yourself."
They grinned at each other again.
"I hope so," I said, "I hate being small, but I am growing." Whatever their little joke was I knew I was growing quite rapidly. In the past six months I'd put on at least four inches in height and was at least as tall as Tony and almost as tall as Matt even though his prick was still much bigger than mine.
"Better pack this lot in the car, Jacko," said Pa, picking up the bigger box and a pile of copies of the magazine, "It's about time we went as Henry and I have a busy day tomorrow."
Mr Gardiner followed Pa out carrying the Scout box while I put Beau Geste on top of the clothes in the third box. By the time I got downstairs with the box Ma was already putting her coat on and was inviting Mrs G over to see us next weekend if they could manage it and to give their love to Chris went they wrote to him. I giggled inwardly again as I thought of dear Chris and the shock he would have on finding not only most of his clothes but his photos missing.
I made certain when we got home that I got to the boxes first, insisting I carried them up to unpack them. I promised Ma to lay everything out for inspection. When I had them upstairs in my bedroom I hastily removed the books and fished out the photos which I tucked under things in my chest of drawers. I would have a good look at them later. I put the four books on my shelf and laid out the blazers, jacket, trousers, shirts, shorts, pants, socks, boots and running shoes neatly with the jock-strap tucked in the pocket of a pair of shorts.
I opened the Scout box which was a real treasure trove. As well as a couple of pairs of khaki shorts there were two khaki shirts festooned with badges and stripes plus woggles, lanyards, neckerchiefs and a very nice whistle. There were also two pairs of immaculate corduroy shorts like the new ones Roo had. Those were not going to be passed on! I heard Ma coming up the stairs.
"Have you unpacked yet?" she called out.
"Just about, you'd better have a look."
She came in and picked up a school shirt. "They all smell of moth-balls. I'll wash the shirts and other bits tomorrow as I'm not going to work and there's too much to send to the laundry. Put them in the basket in the bathroom before you go to bed! And hang the blazers and trousers and that suit in your wardrobe. And those things," she said, pointing at the Scout pile, "You can get Tony and Roo to take those."
"OK, but I don't think they all need washing, they seem clean enough to me."
"Suit yourself - but if you want to wear smelly shirts and shorts for games that's up to you!"
With that she clattered downstairs and I took a bundle of things into the bathroom leaving the larger pairs of shorts and rugger shirts because I wouldn't need them yet.
When she was safely out of the way I thought I would inspect the photos. At least I had my secure hiding place where I kept my other secret things like Mike's drawing of me and the spunk encrusted hankie. I got the larger photos out of my drawer and put them in the hidey hole. Perfect, I was sure I was the only one who knew about it. Then I got out the three smaller packages and put them in the Robinson Crusoe book and sat at my desk. I could see and hear if anyone was coming up the stairs with plenty of time to hide them away.
I opened up the first pack I had found - the four photos in the showers - and laid them out in order of erection! Christ, just looking at them was giving me a hard-on! Although I recognised two of the other lads I couldn't remember their names but they all looked pretty happy with great grins on their faces especially in the final one with their pricks pointing up at their navels. I put the photos back in the folder and opened the second package which I'd found in the bottom of the cigar box. There were six photos in it all taken in someone's bedroom and showed the four of them either in pairs or singly again with fully erect cocks. Two of the photos showed just torsos with the pricks in close-up with fingers and thumbs round them and pulling their foreskins back. They were different lads in each because of the shape of the cocks and the bushes of hair. The first I looked at had one lad with his foreskin right back and the other lad had a thick heavy skin with only a bit of his knob showing. But in the second photo both had their skins right back and there was a squirt of spunk just leaving the slit at the end of one knob. Oh crumbs, I would soon need a wank myself if I looked too long. I quickly shoved them into the folder and hid them in the book again.
Now there was also the mysterious small brown envelope to explore. I shook a small packet out of the envelope. On it, in large letters, was printed 'ONA'. I pulled the flap up and there were three unopened French letters inside. What a find! Something to show Tony and Roo or Tom! I wondered why Chris had them? In any case he hadn't used any because on the outer packet it noted there were three in it! I put the packet back into the envelope then secreted it in my hidey-hole and took out the remaining larger photos.
Golly, these were almost all enlargements of the ones I'd already looked at. The two just showing dicks were big enough to show a lot of detail. I compared the photos with each other and realised that it must be Chris just shooting his load because he had a rather thick vein on the side of his prick and he also had a cut on the joint of his thumb and these details were quite visible in one of the other enlargements.
The final photos were of Chris again. This time they looked like proper studio photos - the sort you see in a photographic shop window - but you wouldn't find ones like this! In both a smiling Chris was standing beside a pedestal of some kind. The first I looked at was a full length photo of him holding a pair of spiked running shoes and proudly showing off all he possessed as he was completely in the nude. I turned it over and there was a pencilled number and date, 176, May '41. The second was almost identical except this time he was standing with just a Scout's lanyard round his neck and holding the whistle attached to it. This was labelled on the back, 177, and May '41 again. They must have been taken just before he left school so he would have been eighteen. I compared them with the snapshots and he did look a bit older and one thing was very noticeable. Whereas his dick was fairly slim in the earlier photos it was much thicker looking in these posed ones. I wondered how he could have had such professional looking photos taken. The others were probably done just with someone's box camera and developed at home by some schoolboy enthusiast but these were very posh-looking. I carefully packed them all up and tucked everything into my hidey-hole.
I thought about the photos a lot during the evening and kept seeing the different ones in my mind's eye. When I was ready for bed I got out the enlargement with Chris firing his wad and the two posed ones and propped them up at the back of the sink and jacked myself off looking at them, narrowly missing showering them with spunk when I came and then quickly hid them away again before getting into bed. I thought how lucky he'd been that I'd discovered the photos and the packet rather than anyone else. I supposed he'd wonder where they all were when he came home! Oh, but that would be in the future sometime. His mother had said he was posted abroad somewhere, somewhere hot! Not so hot as I was feeling thinking about the weekend and Mike, and Pat, and Chris, and... Unh.....!
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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