Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws of your country or district please desist. If you are a bigot or prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to yourself. Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome.
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 23
Wednesday April 12th 1944 (Cont.)
On getting back Aunt Mary sent us down to the cellar to fetch up some wine for the dinner. We had a good snoop around and found several other side rooms which were locked. Matt tried to peer through keyholes but said he couldn't see anything. After that we said we would go and see if Hans and Herr Vogel wanted some help so sauntered round to the wood barn. Hans was there alone busy chopping firewood. He was pleased to see us as usual and wanted to know what the medal was that Matt had shown Herr Vogel the previous day. I explained about it and got Matt to show him and then went on to say Matt had played in a Rugby match at another school.
Matt listened carefully to our German conversation and then wanted to know what I had been saying. Hans then said that he'd played football at school but preferred athletics, especially throwing the discus. I explained all this to Matt who grinned and that reminded me about Billy Clarke and Andy Symes the previous summer. I couldn't very well ask Hans if he tossed his friends off after sports practice so said that Matt had helped measuring for some of the older boys when they were throwing the discus. In my translation I nearly said 'tossing' the discus! While we talked we helped Hans by bundling up the firewood and then took it down to the cellar in the wheelbarrow.
Matt wanted me to ask Hans if he knew what was behind the locked doors so I did. He said he didn't know but would try to find out. After lunch we went back to the wood barn and Herr Vogel was there as well so Matt had a good bit of practice at his French while we worked steadily.
After tea I went to practice on the piano and then trotted upstairs to get ready for dinner with Bran following me. Matt was flat out on the bed fast asleep. Well, I suppose the lazy sod had done some good work during the night helping Roo as well as helping me push loads of wood down to the cellar during the day.
"Come on Matt!" I said shaking him. I looked at my watch and was surprised how time had flown. "Come on, there's only twenty minutes to go before supper."
His eyes opened and he fixed his gaze on me.
"Dinner, you mean," he said in a put-on posh voice, "You'd better watch yourself tonight, those girls will be there and it's Miriam's birthday and we haven't got a present, either. I've been thinking about that while I've been lying here."
Oh dear! Still, can't be helped. We didn't really know in advance so we decided we'd better keep quiet about presents. He rolled off the bed and we went to the bathroom to wash and make sure we were clean and tidy before going downstairs with five minutes to spare. Bran led the way through the drawing-room door direct to the piano.
I sat down and played through a couple of pieces and, while playing, heard others entering the room. When I finished the second piece there was some polite clapping and I turned round to find everyone was there, the three Land Girls plus Miss P and Aunt Mary. Everyone else was togged up to the nines but we didn't look too bad as we had our school trousers and blazers on. They were all drinking sherry, including Matt. Mrs Crossley pointed to a glass on a silver tray and I took it and had a sip. It was very nice. As I went over to stand by Matt the tall girl, Elizabeth, turned to him.
"I say, Matthew, does Julia still hear from that dishy Chris Gardiner she had a crush on at school?" she asked sweetly, "Last time I saw him he was in his gorgeous pilot's uniform but he's overseas now, isn't he?"
My ears pricked up. I'd completely forgotten about my foray into Chris Gardiner's private life and the photos now hidden in my own collection of personal treasures. I waited to hear what Matt had to say, there would be lots to reveal later! He wrinkled his brow before replying.
"Oh, yes," he replied eventually, "She does get a letter sometimes but I don't know where he is now. She did say he was flying out East somewhere but that was before Christmas." He grinned at Elizabeth. "I think she still likes him a lot 'cause she's got a photo of him on her dressing-table and when I ask her how Biggles is she gets ratty!"
Photo! I bet it wasn't like any of the ones I'd got. He definitely wasn't in his Biggles pilot's uniform in any of those! It was more like Biggles pull-it's uniform. I had to stifle a guffaw as I thought of that. To escape any further possibility of laughing at the wrong time I went over to the log fire where Miriam was standing stroking the top of Bran's head.
"You like it here, don't you?" she said, "The way you play the piano and the way this dog follows you around makes me think you belong here."
What an odd thing to say. I didn't reply and she went on.
"Miss P says you are so like Mrs Crossley's son that it's uncanny. Have you seen the photos of him?"
"Yes, the room we have has quite a few on the wall," I replied.
"Have you seen this one?" she asked and turned to a side table with three framed photos on it. The middle one was of a boy my age and it looked just like Mike's drawing of me. I shivered and Miriam saw I was startled. She smiled and went back to the dog.
"Miss P says Mrs Crossley does look forward to all you boys coming here and it's made a lot of difference to her, especially because you play the piano for her." She winked and smiled again. "Miss P says Matt is a bit like her brother. Of course, he's grown up now and he's married with two boys of his own." She looked down at her hand and stretched out her fingers. "I'm getting engaged in the summer and we hope to get married at Christmas. Depends on this war though and what will happen next. Seems to be lots of activity about at the moment."
I said we'd seen a long convoy on our way here but I didn't say they wanted to meet our sisters. I just said I was sorry we hadn't got a present for her and she smiled and said my playing was the same as a present. She was quite different from Elizabeth who was still quizzing Matt about Julia and the boyfriend when Aunt Mary announced that dinner was ready.
Another good feed - with two large glasses of wine with the main course and another one with the pudding. Matt and I excused ourselves at nine o'clock and staggered up to our room. I had much to impart and I was getting very excited about it in more ways than one. I closed the door carefully after we went in.
"Hey, Matt!" I whispered hoarsely and a bit lightheadedly, "That Chris Gardiner - Julia's friend Biggles - I've got photos of him too!"
Matt turned sharply. "What d'you mean?" he asked with puzzlement.
"Tell you when we're in bed," I replied, "I feel a bit woozy - that wine and sherry's made me a bit tipsy."
"Same here," said Matt, "But you'll tell me about those photos, won't you?"
We stripped off rapidly, just had a quick pee and no wash, tumbled into bed and simultaneously grabbed each others hard-ons.
"Come on, tell us," demanded Matt, giving my cock a rough pull.
"Not unless you're more gentle," I replied, squeezing his thick rod. "But, is he the Chris Gardiner who use to be at our school?"
"Yes," Matt affirmed, "He left the same year Julia left the High School, just before we started."
I sniggered. "She's got a photo of him in his pilot's uniform, has she?"
"Yeah, and some others when he was in the Sixth Form when he did running and there's one in his school uniform as well."
"I've seen the running ones too," I replied, "But I've got some where he isn't in any uniform at all!"
There was a silence then Matt asked quietly, "What d'you mean?"
"I'll tell you, then you can see them on Monday before First Aid if you come round. I can say you're coming round to do some revision."
I then gave Matt a detailed description of the set, from those in the showers and someone's bedroom to the two posed ones. I said I didn't know who the other lads were in the first lot but Matt questioned me very closely on what Chris looked like, especially between the legs. At least I was able to tell him he beat Chris hands down!
All this took quite a bit of time including telling him I'd also found a pack of three French letters as well which made him catch his breath. I didn't say it was a good job there wasn't one missing but I guessed from his silence he was thinking the same as me!
I also told him the shorts I had been wearing were Chris's and his mother had given me loads of his old clothes, including a jockstrap. He wanted to know more and I said he could have the other pair of shorts if he wanted them and he squeezed my cock most enthusiastically and it was clear neither of us could contain our spunk any longer so we just had to toss each other off. I then had to go through the whole story and description at least three times until at last we fell asleep clutching each other's pricks without any thought of another wank.
Thursday April 13th 1944
I woke with a start and a slight headache. Matt was still fast asleep and snoring loudly. I got out of bed and groped my way across the room and pulled back the curtains. It was pissing down with rain and looked very dark and gloomy. I made my way to the bathroom and plunged my head in a washbasin of cold water. That cleared the headache but I also had a raging thirst which I slaked with two tumblers of water. Feeling a lot better I had a slash and realised we'd only had one wank apiece the night before even though we'd talked for ages about Chris and the photos. We'd both been pretty tired even before that, two comes in the morning anyway, and I'd felt a bit squiffy so if that was the effect of alcohol I could do without it even though it was nice at the time!
I got back into bed beside Matt and felt for his prick. It was his usual stiffy. I gave it a few gentle squeezes and it went harder. So did mine, even without thinking about it! Matt woke and grunted a couple of times and his hand reached down and encircled my now erect cock.
"I need it bad," he whispered as his hips shuddered and his rod twitched in my fist.
I flicked the towel from the chair beside the bed where I had chucked it the night before after our session and put it between us. Just in time. As I gripped his prick tightly he jerked it violently in my hand and deposited a great load of spunk all over me.
"Whooh," he went, with obvious relief, "Oh, God, that was good!"
It was also very quick!
"Case of premature ejaculation, eh, Matt?" I surmised.
He opened his eyes and grinned.
"No, that wasn't, I was all ready and waiting! I just needed the little extra assistance or I bet it'ld have been a wet dream." He snickered. "I was just dreaming I was being tossed off by Dunc and that Chris was there too. And then it was only you!" He stopped and looked steadily at me. "I didn't mean that, Jacko, not that it was only you. You know what I mean." He reached for the towel and wiped it over my spunk-spattered torso. "Hey, you want it too!"
He was still holding my tool and kneaded it as he spoke. Without saying any more he ducked his head and took my length fully into his mouth and sucked hard. As he did so he pulled my foreskin down over my knob and I knew I would also have a quick ejaculation. My hips not only shuddered they arched and he caught the full force of a mighty gush in the back of his mouth. I heard him swallow noisily as he continued to suck even harder working the base of my prick up and down steadily with his hand. I felt myself coming again and let him have a second instalment which seemed as copious as the first. He sucked greedily at my dick and it kept hard for ages.
I didn't think I could have managed a third load although I still had fiery feelings at the base of my cock. I put a hand out and lifted his head and withdraw my still erect cock. I looked down at it and realised it was getting longer by the week. Crikey, if it keeps on like this I would soon catch up with Matt and my cousins.
"Matt, do you think my cock is growing bigger?" I asked in a whisper.
He raised himself and a pair of very sticky lips pressed on mine as a hand explored my rigid, very sensitive length. A sticky tongue flicked against my lips and, as I opened my mouth to ask the question again, it entered and explored my tongue. The hand tightened on my tool and pulled down sharply, once, twice, three times. On the fourth downward stroke a violent explosion hit me between the legs and a third stream of spunk shot from my knob end. Oh my God, three times in a row in a lot less than ten minutes. My thoughts were racing. The sticky lips moved across to my ear.
"You've got a great cock and it's much bigger than it was a month ago. I know 'cause I remember how it felt in my hand," he whispered. "And I haven't shot my stuff so many times as quick as that. Gosh, we both wanted it badly this morning didn't we?"
We lay side by side and felt each other all over in silence until I realised it was getting quite light. I leaned over and looked at my watch.
"Come on Matt, it's a quarter past seven. Let's get up."
I rolled over onto him and gently bit his nose and slid out of bed on the other side. I was in the bath when he came through and went for a pee. He then joined me and we soaped each other and then submerged to get the lather off. As we got out of the bath there was the usual thump on the bedroom door so I went over as I was and let Bran in. He gave my naked self a doggy inspection and went through to the bathroom where he sat by the door and watched as Matt dried himself.
I went back to get dressed and heard Matt explaining to Bran that there was to be no rolling about on the floor today as we were all clean. Bran, however had the last word. As Matt came through the door he butted him on the backside and, as Matt turned, gave his dangling tool a swipe with his tongue. Matt clutched at his equipment and backed into the bedroom. I was in fits as Bran sidestepped him, gave him a lick on the bum and came and sat by me surveying a rather startled Matt.
"I think that dog fancies you," I said, giggling and patting Bran on the head, "You'd better watch it or he might catch you unawares."
Matt stood contemplating us, then dropped his guard and came over and stood in front of Bran. He put a finger on Bran's upturned nose.
"I don't know what he means," he informed Bran with a stern look on his face, "But you behave yourself or you don't come in here! Do you understand?"
"Hey, Matt, he was only playing," I said in Bran's defence putting my arm round his neck, "Go on Bran, just give him a lick to show you were."
To my astonishment and Matt's surprise the dog did just that. He stretched out his neck and plonked a wet tongue right on Matt's midriff. Bran then looked up at me and I could have sworn he grinned again. Matt patted him on the head and ruffled his ears.
"All forgiven, now," Matt said, "Just sit there while I get dressed!"
"You're not scared now he might take a fancy to a nice sausage for breakfast, eh, Matt?" I asked, putting an arm round Bran's neck.
"No, of course not, it was just you lot that made me think he might," he replied as he quickly pulled on various bits of clothing. He ran his hands across his hair and looked at himself in the mirror.
I looked down at his legs between the bottom of his shorts and his long socks.
"If your legs get any hairier you won't have to wear any socks!" I said pointedly.
He peered down as well and stuck out a leg to inspect the luxuriant black growth more closely.
"Yep, they are quite hairy, aren't they?" he replied and waggled the leg, "It'll keep me warm in the winter, eh?" He looked down at mine. "You've got black hair coming as well. You're beginning to grow quite quickly now 'cause you're much taller than you were before Christmas when we were here last."
The bell rang sharply and interrupted our comparisons. Bran turned and made for the door and we followed. Breakfast waits for no man or his dog!
After breakfast it was still pouring with rain so we decided to explore the house again and after being given a list of things to move from one place to another had a great time. We ended up in the attics and found even more boxes of interesting things, a lot dating from Piers' schooldays. We found several other boxing gloves and returned the pair of wank- preventers, as Matt called them, to join the rest.
Lunch-time came and having dusted ourselves off we helped Miss P to finish off the remains of cold chicken from the night before. She said how much she had enjoyed the evening and hoped we did. We agreed and Matt said he'd learned a lot he hadn't known about his sister Julia from his conversation with Elizabeth. Miss P laughed and said Elizabeth usually managed to put her foot in it but she wasn't all that bad really. Miss P said she had to go and deal with egg-grading but as she went out added that Aunt Mary had put a pile of music by the piano that morning.
As it was still raining hard Matt said he would have another look around in the attic if I wanted to play the piano so I spent a couple of hours going through the pile playing through pieces by sight. Just after three I was feeling pretty tired so I shut the piano and shooed Bran into the kitchen and went upstairs to have a lie down.
When I opened the bedroom door I found Matt already lying on the bed reading a small book. He said he'd found it at the back of one of the cupboards in the attic when he was moving things around. It turned out to be Piers' diary for 1916 when he was still at school. Matt said most of the entries seemed to be about what had happened at school with notes about his friends and the results of games. After he'd finished flicking through the pages I had a look and discovered something most interesting.
"Matt, didn't you notice something when you were reading this?"
"What's that?" he responded looking puzzled, "He's just written about what was going on at school mostly, hasn't he?"
"Look carefully." I pushed the book over to him. "What do you see every day on this page?"
He scanned the page, some time in May.
"Says here they played cricket Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and someone called Bodgers gave him lines to do. Is that it?"
"No, look at the end of each day," I instructed him.
"Just full stops," he said. Then the light dawned. "But he doesn't need two or three full stops at the end of a sentence, does he?" He grinned up at me. "It's a code, like your's and Tony's isn't it? Every time he tossed off, eh?"
"I think so," I said, but, before I could have another look Matt had turned the pages back to the beginning of May.
"Crumbs, there's always an extra full stop and sometimes two and sometimes three," he said admiringly. "Here have a look."
He thrust the book at me and then was busy counting on his fingers. I turned back to Saturday, January 1st with the entry `Rode over to Ashburn Farm with A. Got two duck. ..'
"Look Matt, there's two extra dots here so that means twice that day."
"What about today that year, April 13th, 'cause that would be some time past his sixteenth birthday?" asked Matt.
I turned the pages.
"Gosh, April the 13th was a Thursday as well," I replied, "He was still at school 'cause it says `Rugger against P lost 10 0.' Then there's a small cross and a dot.
I bet that cross is his code for someone doing it to him."
"Let's have a look," he said eagerly taking the book from me. "Yeah, there's only dots in the Easter holiday." He flicked the pages. "Hey, look here. In the summer he's here and he mentions James." He looked over at me. "That's James Pike in the pictures, Miss P's brother, isn't it? And he would have been seventeen." He peered at the book again. "Gosh, it's all crosses for three weeks. You were right when you said they probably did it to each other." His finger moved back down the pages. "Crikey, there's always two and quite a few threes, then when he says James went home he's back to two or three dots!"
It was odd that Piers should use the same code as me. Piers and Pierre were very much alike in other ways then! While still turning the pages of the book we were disturbed again by an urgent tapping at the door. It was Bran. Matt shut the book and put it on a shelf in the cupboard almost as if he didn't want the dog to see what we'd been reading. Bran looked about the room and then sat by the door looking at us. I glanced at my watch.
"Come on, Matt, it's tea-time," I announced. Then added, "We can have a good look at the diary later and we can see tomorrow if there are any others up in the attic."
It was even odder because when we got back from tea Matt went straight to the cupboard to get the diary and moved some books which were standing there and what should be behind them but two other small books. These turned out to be his diaries for 1915 and 1917 and a quick flick through revealed masses of extra full stops and quite a few small crosses.
"Crumbs, Jacko," Matt said admiringly after looking through most of the pages in one of the diaries, "This one's 1915 and he had a pal from his form, Gordon something, looks like Lascelles, staying over Easter and they'd certainly been at it. Look, on Easter Monday there's five crosses!" He riffled through the pages. "I don't think he missed a day!"
"Huhn, just like you," I said, checking on a second book, the one for 1917, noting a continuous succession of extra full-stops and numerous crosses, "Gosh, I've found three days here with five dots and there are very few with only one so he didn't miss many! He certainly liked it, didn't he?"
Matt was mumbling to himself and this went on for a long time until I realised he was totting up the grand total in his book so I started to count up mine. I finished it long before him and noted that in 1917 he had a total of eight hundred and ninety extra marks so I picked up the one for 1916 and had just reached a total of nine hundred and twelve when Matt announced his one came to eight hundred and fifty eight. I scribbled down the three numbers on a bit of paper which fell out of my volume and got a grand total of two thousand six hundred and sixty over the three years. Matt watched me intently as I did the sums. I then divided by three and by three hundred and sixty five, not bothering about the leap year.
"Gosh, Matt, he did it two and a half times on average every day those three years," I said with amazement, "That's about seventeen times a week." I thought for a moment to what Matt had told me on the journey. "Not quite so many as you this week so you and he make a fine pair! I wonder if he wore a hole in his dick as well?"
Matt looked at me and smirked, "Yeah, I wonder how many times I've done it?" He looked serious. "I wish I'd thought of keeping a diary like you. Have you counted yours up yet?"
"No, I haven't and I'm not going to until I've been doing it a year then I'll tell you. But I don't think it's as many as him, or you!"
"Anyway, I want it now!" he said emphatically jumping off the bed and whipping his shorts and pants down. He had his shirt up and his prick in his hand within seconds and began belabouring his massive tool which rose swiftly. I slid off the bed and threw the towel down in front of him and stepped behind him and, without losing his beat, grabbed his cock and continued tossing him off. He took quite a while to come but after some throaty grunts he squirted a fair stream of spunk up into the air and breathed out deeply.
"Oh, God, that was good!" he sighed, "I really needed that. Duncan wanted to know if I had sudden urges, 'cause he did, and I said I did and that was certainly one! Thanks, Jacko." He paused in the torrent of words. "What about you?"
My dick was stirring but I wanted a really intense and longer lasting encounter so I shook my head. Crumbs! I had sudden urges but I don't think as bad as that! And what was that about Duncan?
"No, Matt," I said, "I'll wait until tonight. Anyway, it's time we got ready for dinner. And you tell me about what Duncan said."
Matt shrugged his shoulders as if to say any time's the time when you want it and then said that Duncan said all boys had sudden urges and a need for a good wank and wasn't it a relief. I thought about it and agreed but wondered if some boys' urges were more sudden that others! Oh well, more to find out from Tom! As this conversation went on we tidied ourselves up and then went downstairs.
To be continued:
[Many thanks to the correspondents.]