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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 22
Tuesday April 11th 1944
I was up bright and early and scurried around making sure I had packed all I needed. I'd tried on one of the pairs of Chris's corduroy shorts the night before and found they fitted me perfectly. So, togged up in those, with long socks and grey shirt and a knapsack on my back, I felt ready to begin the journey to Ulvescott. But, first things first, I had to stoke up with a good breakfast and then cycle to Matt's to pick him up. He was ready and was similarly attired except he had on a pair of rugger shorts. His eyes widened when he saw me but he said nothing other than he hoped it wouldn't rain. To cheer him up his mother came out to wave us off and, of course, as mother's do, told him to mind he behaved himself. So, dead on the dot of nine, we set off on the road out of Kerslake.
Although Matt was obviously pleased to be on the trip I sensed from the terseness of some of his answers and the lack of his usual chattiness that something was perturbing him. However, as we cycled along his mood lightened and especially when I asked him about the weekend he was more animated.
"Dad's been promoted," he informed me, "He was up in London all week and he heard he's being made Captain from the first of May."
"Gosh, he's one up from Pa, 'cause he's only a lieutenant colonel," I said, impressed. I had read up the equivalence of ranks in my diary when Pa got his uniform.
"Yes, he's to be in charge of all training in Scotland and there's something frightfully important coming up. I couldn't find out what 'cause he and mum kept stopping talking when I was around."
"Doesn't your sister know?" I asked, remembering how she had told him about the tests at the range.
"No, she said I was too young to know anything. She said I stink again," he added peevishly.
I wondered if this was the source of his quietness. I tried something else.
"I hear you played at Fensham," I said encouragingly, "Mike told me you took over as scrum half because Hobbs got injured."
"Yeah, that was great. I got two of the last tries started," he responded much more cheerfully. "Dunc said I did well."
"How did you get on with Duncan?" I asked, "Mike said he and the others had a marvellous time."
This was enough to set Matt off, he was back to his old self.
"Oh, so did we," he enthused, "Except that bloody bus breaking down."
"Yeah, Mike told me about that."
"Did he tell you Rabbity broke his leg?"
"Mike said it was his ankle," I corrected him, my St John's knowledge distinguishing between leg and lower joint.
"Oh well, it doesn't matter, it just meant we didn't have a beak with us so Dunc and your Mike were in charge."
"And what did you find out about Duncan?" I asked pointedly.
Matt looked at me slyly and smiled, "Lots!"
"Tell us, and I'll tell you what Mike told me."
"Promise you won't say."
Oh ho, I wondered what revelations were to come!
"Course not," I replied, thinking I had plenty to tell him about Mike as well.
"You know we didn't get there until about nine o'clock and we had to eat and be in our rooms by ten before the lights went out?"
"Yes, Mike told me that and he said he and Billy went straight to bed and slept."
Matt grinned at me and swerved and nearly fell off his bike.
"So did we and we'd only just got undressed when the lights went out. It was a bit odd because we couldn't see a thing but Dunc had a torch and that was just enough to see to get to bed. We were both dead tired and I must have dropped off straight away 'cause next thing I knew it was morning and Duncan was up and shaking me to wake me up."
"Nothing happened?" I enquired.
"No, not that night!" He flashed me a grin. "And from what the others said everyone was pretty tired and not too pleased! Anyway, some of the boys there showed us around during the morning and we had an early lunch because we were playing at two o'clock."
"And you played?"
"Yeah, I was touch judge for the first half and then 'cause Hobbsy hurt his leg I went on. I was a bit scared 'cause some of their team were pretty big but they were slow. That Bernie Gould said afterwards they were typical big thick Irish!"
"Not so thick as you, eh, Chopper?"
"Who told you they called me that?" he demanded, but more with a hint of pride I detected.
"Mike did, of course. He said you were the youngest and the biggest!"
He sat upright on his bike with a beaming smile.
"Yeah, after we'd showered they made me line up in the changing room with Mike and Billy and Andy Symes and two of the other team and I beat them all!"
'Line up'! 'Pride of the line-up'! I immediately thought of Mr Gardiner's jokey remarks to Pa yesterday. Perhaps if my cousins had big pricks so did their father and uncle! I wondered if I would too! Something to hope for 'cause mine was growing fast!
"What about Dunc?" I asked guilelessly.
"And him, he was the tallest but his thing looks very stubby when it's hanging."
"What happened then?"
"Oh, their lot sang some songs," he glanced at me, "They were very rude. Something about virgins and another about girls and candles and one about..." He paused. "...about a steam engine with a big steel prick. I didn't know any of them but some of ours joined in as well. I asked Andy afterwards and he said I'd soon learn them when I was in the Colts' team."
This sounded a bit like Rhys's sing-song. I began to hum a tune and then tried a refrain which had stuck in my mind.
"`Round and round went the fucking great wheel,
In and out went the prick of steel,...'"
I stopped as I couldn't remember quite what came next.
"That's it," exclaimed Matt, quite excitedly, "Where did you learn it?"
"Down at Cardiff at Christmas. My cousins took me to their game and they sang lots of songs and I remember that one."
Matt was quite impressed.
"D'you know any more?"
I shook my head. "No, I only heard them once, but that one was so funny."
"Yeah, they did actions to it as well, we all had a good laugh. We hung around in the changing room for ages singing and chatting and then had some tea and I found one of the boys there's got a brother up at my Dad's ship. He said Dad is known as the Old Man and he'd tell his brother he'd met me."
"What's the school like?"
"It's creepy. It's all old and part's got old monks in it and some of them teach like those Brothers at the Catholic school. Gerry said he likes it - that's the one I was talking to - and he's there all the time 'cause his family's in Ireland."
"Anything else?" I asked, eager to know of further events but Matt was another where food played a major role in existence.
"Oh, yes, we had dinner! They have lunch at half past twelve and then dinner in the evening!" he laughed, "And one boy has to read while everyone eats. That was good, 'cause he read a ghost story and Andy Symes kept saying he wouldn't be surprised if we saw plenty!"
"What did you do after dinner?" I asked, wondering if night would fall.
"We sat around and then we went to our rooms about nine 'cause the lights are turned out at ten o'clock."
"Even for sixth-formers like Duncan?"
"Oh yes, they just go out. They did the night before like I told you. Anyway," he sniggered and I thought we're about to get to the interesting bits, "I went to the lav and then had a wash and when I got back to our room Dunc was standing with his back to the door and he hadn't got anything on!" He giggled. "I thought he was playing..." he paused and looked at me, "You know, tossing off, 'cause I could see his arm moving up and down. Then I saw he'd got one foot up on a chair and he was rubbing his leg." He looked and saw my intense interest. "He was only rubbing liniment into his leg," he guffawed, "Got you, you thought like I did, didn't you?"
I nodded and grinned wanly back.
"Well, I went round and looked at him and he held out the bottle and said did I want some and would I put some on his back 'cause he ached like hell. I said I'd never tried any and he said it was good stuff for aches and pains so I slipped my dressing gown off and took the bottle from him. Have you tried it? It's good!"
"No, I've seen it and my cousin Gareth uses it 'cause I've smelt it as well when he's rubbed it in."
Matt wrinkled his nose. "It's a bit strong but it doesn't half warm you up. I rubbed some into my legs and then Dunc said he was ready for his back to be done."
Matt stopped and grinned at me.
"That's when I disgraced myself - I couldn't help it."
"What happened?"
"I put some on my hand and Dunc bent down over the chair so I could reach better and I rubbed it on his shoulders. He said that was good but he wanted it a bit lower as well and he wanted plenty on so I poured some out from the bottle onto the middle of his back." He laughed at the recollection. "Gosh, he jumped when I did that and he clenched his bum and said I had to watch it as he didn't want any to get near his balls 'cause it would hurt. Well I rubbed it all in all over his back and then I moved down over his bum. He twitched a bit but I rubbed it well in and he kept saying 'Ooh, good' but then he straightened up and d'you know what?"
I shook my head.
"He'd got a hard-on!" he crowed triumphantly.
"What happened then?" I asked with even greater interest, "What's he like?"
He answered my second question first.
"It's not very long, but it's thick," he said, wrinkling his eyes and swerving dangerously again, "Then he grabbed it and began to do it... You know, toss himself off."
"What about you?" I asked intrigued. I knew what would have happened to me given the task of massaging Duncan!
"Oh, I stood and watched, then d'you know what he said?"
"No, I don't!"
We had to slow down and stop as a convey of army trucks came up behind us. As they went past squaddies leaned out of the backs of several of them and waved. One shouted out that we were to warn our sisters he was on his way. 'He's got his little bayonet fixed' another shouted to hoots of laughter.
"He can have mine for keeps any time," Matt said with feeling, "You're lucky you haven't got one. She's always telling me off and to do things."
We stayed silently watching as at least forty assorted vehicles rumbled past, then we set off again. I had to remind Matt where he was in the story. Having moaned about his sister he became more animated again.
"So what did he say?"
Matt whispered, "'Hold my balls, please' and he said it a couple of times." He giggled and reverted to his normal voice. "That's when I disgraced myself 'cause I did as I was told and caught hold of him."
"Well he asked you, didn't he?"
"Yeah, but he started jumping up and down and tossing off ever harder and going 'Ow, Ow, Ow'. He caught hold of my wrist but did it so all I could do was to hold on tighter. Then he shot his stuff all over the floor and I let go." He giggled. "He still jumped about and he was holding his bollocks with both hands and still going 'Ow, Ow, Ow'. I'd forgotten I'd got liniment on my hand and I put it all over his balls. He calmed down in the end and I don't think he knew whether to laugh or be angry. He kept gulping and I just stood there. I wondered what he would do." He whispered again. "And, of course by then my dick was stiff and he just pointed at it so I did it and I got liniment on my cock! Gosh, it was hot!" he finished, raising his voice.
"And he watched?"
Matt nodded vigorously. "Yep, and I shot loads!" he said proudly, "Then I had to wipe it all up with his towel and when I was bending down doing that he got loads of liniment and rubbed it all in my back and laughed and said I'd disgraced myself by making his balls ache! Then the lights went out and he smacked me on the bum and we had to find our beds in the dark."
"Separately?"
He grinned again. "At first, then I crept out and got in with him and whispered he hadn't said good night!"
"What did he say?"
"Nothing at first, just put an arm round me 'cause it was very narrow and I nearly fell off the edge. He said he expected they were made like it to keep boys to their own beds. We just talked for ages. He wanted to know about me and my friends. I said we were friends and he said you were a bright lad and a good influence on his brother who's a lazy tyke but had started to buck up his ideas this year."
"I like Tom," I said, "He's worried in case he doesn't do well in School Cert because Duncan's much better than him."
"Yeah, he said Tom was a bit disappointed he didn't win the Run but it was his own fault as he didn't practice as much as you."
"Yeah, but he did come second and he got a medal."
We cycled on a bit and I saw the turning up ahead which Pa had said was a quicker way across to Ulvescott. I signalled to Matt and we turned off. We were making very good time.
"Hey, d'you know Dunc's got quite a bit of hair on his chest?" he continued once we had gathered speed again, "I had my head on his chest and it was tickling my face. I asked him when it started to grow and he said it began when he was seventeen and was spreading quite quickly. He said his dad was very hairy so I said my dad was as well so he said I should look out soon 'cause it appeared very quickly. I put my hand on his chest and it was quite crinkly. Then you know what happened?"
I didn't need to answer as I guessed correctly. Matt chuckled.
"My thing went all stiff and he put his hand round it. Then he said it was bigger than he'd thought and was I happy!" He giggled. "I said I was, what about him? He just laughed and said of course he was. His was stiff too 'cause I felt down and held it. He asked if I knew about the measuring wall in the Sixth Form room. D'you know about it?"
"No, what is it?" I asked, puzzled.
"He said I wasn't to spread it round 'cause it was a Sixth Form tradition but you'll go in the Sixth Form, won't you?"
"I expect so!"
"That's alright then so I'll tell you."
Another secret, not perhaps so important as the tests at the range, but Matt was about to let it out.
"It's a tradition when you get in the Sixth Form if you have a long thing you have to measure it against the wall and see if you beat the record."
"How d'you do that?" I asked, mystified.
"Oh, there's a wall that sticks out and you have to lean on it and put your thing when it's stiff along the bit that goes off it and they put a scratch on the wall. D'you see?"
I saw!
"Yeah, and he said the record is eight and a half inches!"
This intelligence was delivered in an awestruck voice. I was given time to digest it.
"Yeah, it was some boy before the war but he got killed at Dunkirk so Dunc says and the one with the biggest now is that weedy prefect Ronald Drake who's nearly eight inches. I told Dunc mine was about seven and a half and he said he could believe it and tell it to keep on growing! He said his wasn't even six inches but that was OK for him. Golly, we went on talking for ages after that and I knew I couldn't wait any longer so I slipped out and got my towel and put in the bed and he just pulled on me a few times and I made loads of stuff and so did he!"
"You did it to him?"
"Unhn," he nodded energetically, "I wanted to stay all night but it was pretty uncomfortable so I went back to my bed and went to sleep but I'll tell you what I did when I woke up early."
He grinned at me impishly.
"It was still all dark so I crept across and knelt down by his bed and did it how we like it, you know?" He opened his mouth in an O shape and nodded. "He woke up while it was only a bit hard but after that it was ever so stiff and he was moaning and jerking and I sucked ever so much and he came. Lots," he said proudly. "Gosh, then he said he'd never had that done to him before and where did I learn it. I said I hadn't learned it anywhere but we'd done it several times, haven't we?" Matt screwed his nose up at me and went on, "He said `That Jacko's a randy little bastard!' then he did it to me... ...Just with his hand," he added. "Then I got in with him and we dozed off until it was time to get up."
Oh, so Duncan knew something more about me! I wondered if he knew Tom and I had done it like that, and other ways! Matt's tongue was a liability! But not to worry! "I thought you said the bed was too narrow," I said without commenting on the revelations.
"It was really but he made room and I didn't mind! And then when we got up he wanted to have a good look at me and I said I wanted him to do it to me again. He did, but he didn't want it again. He laughed and said I was worse than Tom who spent most of the time with his prick in his hand! I said I didn't care 'cause it was my best friend. Dunc laughed again and asked if it was a better friend than you were! So I said only when I wasn't with you. I thought that was good, eh?"
Trust Matt to suppose it was good, being compared with someone's prick!
"Crumbs, is that all you think I am, another prick!"
He did look, to his credit, a bit abashed.
"I didn't mean that, Jacko, it was only a joke."
"OK, only a joke," I said, as stern as I could without bursting into laughter. I glanced at my watch, it was just on eleven. We had been cycling steadily and we didn't have much further to go. I was feeling peckish and Ma had thoughtfully given me some sandwiches which were in my saddlebag. I also needed to pee so as we passed a small wood I thought it would be a good place to stop, eat and get relief.
"I've got some sandwiches and I want to pee," I stated, "Shall we stop for a few minutes?"
"Gosh, I forgot to bring anything to eat," he said wistfully.
We cycled into the wood along a narrow lane and stopped by a large tree. We put our bikes down and I got the sandwiches out and, luckily, Ma had made plenty.
"Must have a pee first," I announced and walked round the tree and was busy having a slash when a very worried looking Matt appeared. The jolly, tale telling Matt of a couple of minutes before was no more.
"Jacko, can I ask you something?" he said rather unsteadily.
Oh, crumbs, what was it now? Smelly feet, trigonometry, lop-sided balls? All were from a selection of topics already dealt with. I shook my cock and buttoned up.
"Yes, of course!"
"I'm worried," he began, "I think I might have caught something."
"What d'you mean, caught something?" I asked, I hoped with a spark of interest.
He fumbled with his shorts and pants and carefully drew out his prick.
"I think I've got the pox! What shall I do?" he almost wailed.
My only knowledge of the pox was a jumble of information imparted to me by Alun about what happened if you fucked girls you didn't know or who wanted money for it. I was intrigued, when had he had the opportunity?
"How did you catch it?" I asked, now with rising interest.
"I don't know but they were talking about it after dinner at Fensham. One boy said you could catch it from lavatory seats or even just letting girls hold your dick. And I think I've got it."
"Alun told me you get it from fucking dirty girls," I informed him, "Have you?"
He shook his head violently, "No, no but you and Duncan and that Chris Payne have all held it."
I didn't like being classed with dirty girls and I was sure Duncan wouldn't either. But the third person?
"Chris Payne?"
"Yeah, I had to take his rugger socks back Friday afternoon. I'd picked them up by mistake and then he wanted to see my thing so we did it together!"
Twice in the morning and again in the afternoon!
"He held it twice!" he continued.
Oh, twice in the morning and twice in the afternoon!! I supposed I'd better see what pox looked like. Alun's description of suppurating holes all over one's cock had me crossing my legs at the time.
"Let me have a look!" I said, "You show me."
The lengthy object was held out for inspection. True, there was a sore place on the skin on the side just below his knob. It looked as if a blister had burst and was rather red and raw.
"When did you notice it, Matt?" I said taking a close-up look at the inflamed area.
"This morning," he said quickly, "It hurt when I washed."
'Dr' Thomson made a rapid diagnosis! I didn't think it was the pox, more likely wear and tear. I pursued this line.
"You say you did it with Chris Payne twice?"
He nodded.
"Did you do it again Friday night?"
"Yeah, I had to, I couldn't get to sleep."
I counted up, five plus two the night before.
"What about Saturday, Sunday and Monday? How many times? Anybody else?"
He looked a bit abashed. "No, just me. Dad was home Saturday so that was only three times, and on Sunday..., um, three."
"What about yesterday?"
"Five," he murmured.
"Five yesterday!" I said, astounded, "Oh, Matt, that's not the pox!" I counted up quickly. "Eighteen times since Thursday! You've torn the skin."
"I can't help it, I have to keep doing it," he shrilled, his voice rising from its usual depths and, as if on cue, his dick began to rise as well. "Look at it! And it hurts!" He pulled his pants and shorts up in one movement and thrust the thickening object inside.
"I wouldn't worry, Matt. It's OK, you've just rubbed it raw."
"It's sore though and you're sure I haven't got the pox?" he asked trustingly.
"I'm sure you haven't but I'll ask Duncan if he's got it, 'cause I haven't! And I don't suppose Chris Payne has 'cause he's in the Salvation Army," I said, giving Matt more worries.
"Don't say anything to Duncan, please!" he said pleadingly grabbing my arm, "I'm sure you're right, I just got so worried."
"We'll have a good look when we get to Ulvescott," I said, mentally adding 'and give Tony and Roo a good laugh'.
He gave me a rueful grin as we picked up our bikes, remounted and started off again. But after pedalling a few hundred yards Matt seemed much relieved and without any prompting went into a long recital of how good a bloke Chris Payne was and what he'd told him of his and his room-mates exploits on the Thursday night. From what I gathered it was the usual round robin with the five of them vying for champion status in the come stakes. They all won! Four times each! And, of course Chris wanted to know about Matt and Duncan and this led to the already noted two each!! Crumbs, knowing Pat I expect his lot had the same urges so I could only speculate on the amount of seed spilled over those few hours by the combined KGS and Catholic school team!
I'd just finished telling Matt about Pat staying overnight when we entered the road leading to Ulvescott Manor. It was only eleven forty-five so we had done the journey much quicker than the last time.
"We're early," I said after consulting my wrist watch, "I wonder if they'll be at the gate?"
To be continued:
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Flip's Tale (Dir: HS Section: Apr 17 2002)
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