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This is a very long tale. It unfolds over a good number of years. What is true, is true: what is not is otherwise. If you have trouble with the English educational system let me know.
ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
CHAPTER 27
Thursday May 18th 1944
Thursday evening Pa announced he was going to be extra busy the next few weeks and might have to go down to London again. That's all he said and it was obvious I wasn't going to learn any more. Perhaps I should see if Matt had heard anything from Julia!
Anyway, I was determined to try an experiment that night. I had opened up my hidey-hole when I got home from school and extracted one of Chris's French letters and hidden it under my clothes in the bottom drawer. Not only did I want to examine the thing a bit more closely but I wanted to see if my dick fitted it a bit more than the last one and, also, I could have a wank in my own time with it on.
I went upstairs when Pa switched the wireless on for the nine o'clock news so I knew I wasn't going to be disturbed for the next half hour at least. I stripped off quickly and got the packet out and carefully tore it open. The pinkish rubbery thing was quite sticky as I pulled it out. My dick had assumed it's usual upright posture so I pulled my foreskin down first before placing the centre of the ring over my knob end. It tickled a bit and my prick went even harder. I very gently pulled the ring down and the tube unrolled until I had it firmly against the base of my dong. It wasn't quite a firm fit but as I pulled the sheathe down from the base it did cling convincingly to my shaft.
I started to toss off quite slowly pulling down so the rubber was stretched as tight as it would go. I watched as my knob end was pressed down as I pulled. I felt I had to do it a bit faster so I speeded up and pulled on the rubber even harder. I was in the final stages and, as usual, I couldn't stop when, suddenly, the end over my knob split and a cascade of cum shot out unconstricted. What a let down! The bloody thing must have perished and I thought it was a good job it wasn't being used for it's intended purpose!
I grabbed my towel, knocking a book off the bedside table in the process and mopped up the splashes off the mat and the lino still with the tattered remnants of the thing flapping around my softening dick. I looked up and saw myself and the adornment in the wardrobe mirror and had a fit of the giggles. At that moment I heard footsteps along the corridor so bounced into bed with the towel still wearing the split French letter and grabbed the book off the floor. There was a knock on the door. I shouted `Come in' and Ma put her head round the door.
"Are you OK?" she asked, "Did you fall out of bed?"
"No, I dropped the book," I lied, wondering how such a little noise had alerted my keened-eared mother.
She sniffed. I wondered if there was a smell of rubber, or cum, or something, but, no, it was just one of Ma's sniffs which usually occurred if she was a bit miffed. Perhaps she was wondering why I had sloped off to bed so early. She bade me good night and closed the door. I waited a couple of minutes then pushed down the bedclothes to examine the wreckage. My cock had fully deflated but the ring was still firmly in place around the base with the sticky thin rubber shreds stuck across my thigh. I then had to decide what I could do to get rid of it. I hadn't thought about that. I remembered the difficulty Matt and I had with the disposal of the other one. If Ma was on the prowl I couldn't risk going to the lav and flushing it several times or she would want to know if I had the runs. At least, she would ask about it a bit more politely than that, but it would mean being cross-examined.
I crept out of bed and tore the last page out of my English note book and held it to my cock and rolled off the ring and the bits and folded them into the centre. There was a bit of a funny smell but I hoped that would wear off by the morning. I put the folded page into the towel, switched off the light and lay there thinking about having that tight-fitting rubbery thing on my shaft. I realised my dick was going stiff again so I reached out for my towel, laid it over my belly, pushed the bed clothes down and wanked slowly and gently until I shot another load. Some missed the towel and landed up on my neck. I wiped it off carefully and folded the towel and dropped it by the side of the bed. On turning and settling my head on the pillow my cheek landed in a big wet patch. Oh God, I'd shot right up onto the pillow! I groped down, found the towel and rubbed it over the damp patch. Finally, I tucked the dry part of the towel under my face and fell asleep.
Oh Lord, a real stiffy this morning so had to have a wank before I put my jockstrap and running shorts on. Bugger was still semi stiff as I dashed out of the back door. On my way back I saw Tom delivering his papers so, kind fellow that I am, took some and shot up and down the front garden paths like greased lightning - at least in my opinion. Tom said he wanted to see me after school about something or other.
I nearly forgot about the little parcel from last night and, as I was in a hurry, stuffed it into my satchel and promptly forgot about it until lunch-time. As I went out of the room I saw Benno's bag open by his desk and, as I was last out, I slipped back, got the parcel and sneaked it down to the bottom of his bag. I wondered what the look on his face would be when he found it. In fact, that night in bed when I was having my second wank of the day I had a twinge of conscience. What if either of Benno's young brothers had looked for something in the satchel and came across the spunked-up thing? My conscience didn't last long because I was much more intent in the feelings building up as my hand picked up speed to bring the proceedings to a satisfactory conclusion. I fell asleep very quickly feeling most content.
Anyway, Tom had cycled home with me after school and told me his brother, Duncan, had received his final calling-up papers that morning and had to report to some barracks up North on the Thursday of the third week of June. Tom was being very precise, not like usual. He said his mum wanted to have a farewell party on the Saturday before and mum, dad and I were invited. Poor old Duncan, having got his draft papers, and poor Tom, who looked very sad at his elder brother leaving home to go and play some part in this bloody war.
The morning wank was becoming a real ritual. I did it into the sink this morning after rinsing my face with cold water. I noted that I was waking up a bit earlier most mornings now. In fact it was barely quarter to six when I scampered downstairs as quietly as possible as I knew my parents wouldn't be awake yet, especially as it was a Saturday.
I thought I would vary my route and ended up taking a long detour which brought me into the road where Henry Gale was reputed to fuck every Friday. It was a very posh road - even more than ours. The houses had high fences and sweeping drives. While I was running along, gawping through open gates, I nearly bumped into a couple of workmen hurrying along. I heard them discussing `that danged young'un not looking where he was going' as I scooted past but I did bid them a cheery good-morning. As it happened I was much too early to help Tom as I didn't see him at all. In fact, I had plenty of time to wash and dress before I heard Ma descending to the kitchen to prepare my breakfast. Egotistical sod I am!
As I had arranged to go to the flicks with Nobbo I set out in good time after lunch. When I got to his house he said Cleggy couldn't come as his mother was annoyed with him about something and he was having to stay in and help her. We went off and saw some awful American gangster film and all the kids in the front made a hell of a noise until the Manager came out and told them all to shut up or he would put them out. As he turned and walked back up the aisle a forest of young arms shot up in the air giving him a battery of two- fingered salutes.
We sauntered back to Nobbo's and he was rather quiet as we reached his house. We found some food laid out and scoffed that and then went up to Nobbo and Billy's bedroom. I asked Nobbo if there was anything the matter - he usually wasn't as quiet as that.
"I'm worried about Billy," he said with a rather concerned look on his face.
"Why's that?" I asked, inquisitive as ever.
"If I tell you it's our secret, eh?"
"Of course."
"Well, I'd better start at the beginning," Nobbo said with a look of concentration.
My ears flapped with anticipation.
"I'm worried about Billy," he reiterated, with the air of an elder brother that he wasn't. "He was out almost all of Easter weekend and told me I wasn't to say anything to mum."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Oh, mum volunteered to do night shifts over Easter so Billy was told he had to be here to look after me." He stopped and grinned. "As if I needed looking after!" He stopped and turned to me with a serious look on his face. "But he went out each evening, .... Saturday, Sunday and Monday and didn't come back until nearly four in the morning each time.... And the Tuesday morning he came home and he was bleeding..." He stopped and looked at me as if he had said too much.
My extra-inquisitive mode clicked in.
"Bleeding? How?"
"I shouldn't tell you this... You know, down below...."
"Where?"
He paused. "Out of his bum..." he said slowly, "And he had nearly a hundred pounds in his pockets... 'cause I looked when he was asleep...." He finished this statement much more rapidly.
I looked puzzled. Bleeding from his bum and a hundred pounds? That was a hell of a lot of money! I didn't know how it connected to the bleeding bum. Nobbo supplied the answer.
"I think he's selling his arse!" he blurted out, going very red in the process. "Cleggy told me his brother said there are lots of kids who do it, especially with all the soldiers about."
Oh my God, what I and my friends were doing for our own enjoyment Billy was doing for money!
"Have you told Cleggy about Billy?" I asked.
He shook his head emphatically. "No, I haven't! I wouldn't tell him, but you know Billy much better. What should I do?"
What could I say? Nobbo looked at me, then realised I had nothing to say so continued with his tale of woe.
"I asked him where he got all the money and he just sighed and said I wasn't to know, but he'd got it for doing things."
"Doing what things?"
Nobbo looked at me with a sad look on his face.
"You know, someone hurt him with their thing and paid him. I know he'd had someone's thing in him 'cause he'd got all stuff in his pants on Sunday morning. Lots of it. I looked when he went to the lav."
"P'raps it was more than one if there was lots," I said.
"I think so too, really," said Nobbo with a doleful shake of his head.
"But if he likes doing it what's wrong?" I asked.
"He got hurt and I don't like that."
"But he's got all that money, too," I said with a shrug.
"Yeah, I think someone paid him more because they hurt him. You know, more than what he would have got," Nobbo said thoughtfully. "It's a lot more than he's had before 'cause I had another look at his diary in code." He, at last, grinned at me. "I wonder who it was?"
"No clues in the diary?"
"Just some initials. If it's the same code there was an R, an F and a P."
"So there's three then?"
Nobbo nodded. "Yeah, it's definitely three."
We pondered the fact for a few moments. I wondered who they were and I guessed Nobbo was thinking the same thing.
"Still it's his, isn't it?" said Nobbo resignedly. "Not really my business except I don't want my brother to be injured."
"I wouldn't say anything to Cleggy then," I counselled, "He's likely to blab about it and it's against the law, isn't it?"
Nobbo grinned. "A lot we do is against the law, but it's what boys do, isn't it?"
True, I thought, but as far as I knew no one ever said anything. I grinned to myself and mused that we were all willing volunteers. It was time to see if Nobbo was going to volunteer a helping hand as I was getting increasingly horny with all this talk.
"Do you want to do what boys do?" I asked with a very straight face.
Nobbo beamed. "Of course, that's what a boy's friends are for, isn't it?"
We were out of our clothes in seconds. My prick was rigid by the time I shucked off my underpants and Nobbo's whippy young dick was in the same condition. Nobbo came over to me and cupped my balls in his left hand as his right circled my cock and pulled my foreskin down away from my knob. I held his balls as he wanked me slowly, his rod stiffly erect and swaying in time with his hand going up and down my shaft. I held my breath and clenched my buttocks as I wanted the wonderful feelings to continue for as long as possible. No use. My spunk erupted after about three minutes of his careful stroking and ropes of come shot out and hit him on the chest in great quantity.
I was breathing deeply and Nobbo was breathing deeply in unison even if he hadn't had the marvellous releasing experience I had just gone through. He reached out and placed my hand on his steel-like rod.
"Slow as possible," he whispered.
I pulled down very slowly and gently until his foreskin relinquished its hold on his fat knob end. This was quite a feature of his thin and whippy cock - it was topped by a much larger knob than possessed by the rest of us boys as far as I knew - and it swelled out greatly when his cock was erect. His foreskin was still a bit tight, even though I knew he skinned his knob at least once or even twice a day regularly, but with my gentle downward pressure it slipped slowly and completely over the bulb. I stared at it as it shone darker and darker as Nobbo's arteries pumped more blood into its swelling shape. His prick also throbbed as it became harder still as I stretched his drawn down skin even further.
"Unhh, Unhh," he murmured as I reached the limit of my down stroke.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" he murmured as I released the pressure on the up stroke and took another full downward sweep pulling on the stretched skin so it was even tauter. His fully erect rod was now bending towards his belly.
I repeated this slow, slow movement about another ten to fifteen times, each time pulling his almost unyielding cock away from its position against his belly so that I could get a good purchase on its length. His quiet murmuring was getting more and more fragmented until with a long, low, "Uuuuunh!" his cum shot out of his slit with such force that it literally splashed and disintegrated in large bouncing drops as it hit my chest. I was covered in Nobbo's spunk from throat to navel! I had never seen the boy shoot so much, nor so quickly. He was vying with me for amount!
Nor had I experienced before what he did then. He stepped forward, flung his arms round me, crushing our cum-laden torsos together with an audible squish, thrust his head over my shoulder and burst into tears.
"Oh, Jacko, Jacko, I'm sorry," he sobbed, " I wanted that so much and I'm worried about Billy and you're such a good friend and I don't want Billy to go away and I........"
I kept quiet and just put my arms round Nobbo as well. I then realised that far from being the short young lad I had known from Primary School days equal in height to me, Nobbo was now taller than me and was becoming quite lanky. I thought I was growing fast but Nobbo was growing faster, except that I was beating him in growth in one department. We might have just flooded each other with equal quantities of healthy boy-cream but I was over an inch longer in comparison of the weapons that had fired the shots. But why was he sobbing? I squeezed him even tighter and maneuvered him to the bunk bed where we lay down together without changing position. He entwined his legs round me, one hand moving down to my buttocks pulling me even closer. I felt my still semi-hard dick press into him.
"Oh Jacko," he said, his sobs had subsided, " I'm so sorry, but things worry me. I didn't do anything last night 'cos I knew we would want it today and then I come so quickly and Billy's hardly ever here to talk to and I want to ask him why I come so quickly."
I murmured something about being young boys and wanting it all the time. I didn't know what else to say.
"......Then there's this war," he continued, "My mum's worried about my auntie in London. She was nearly bombed again a fortnight ago and mum wants her to come and stay but she won't. My cousin Hal's just fourteen and a bit and he's been evacuated a long time in Devon. Mum says he could come up here, what do you think?"
I must admit I didn't think much about the war. I heard the news about the bombing of our towns and cities and the fighting and the reverses our soldiers had suffered and listened to Ma and Pa make comments. I knew Ma was worried also about her relatives in Alsace and, until recently, wondered about her sister and family in Switzerland. But, since 1939 our rather sleepy cathedral city had had little involvement in the goings-on. True, the sirens went about once a week but, other than hearing the bombers departing sometimes for targets in Germany and a few retaliatory incendiary bombs dropped one Sunday night, we had escaped almost unscathed. Rationing did affect us but with Pa's gardening skills, the rations and un-rationed bread I think we were OK. Of course, at my age I didn't really remember too much what it was like pre-1939. I knew we didn't have bananas or oranges any more and most families had a father or brothers away in the Forces somewhere. I was lucky in that my dad was on essential war work and could live at home.
Also, we Kerslake kids hadn't been evacuated like many from London and other endangered areas. In fact, we had kids who were evacuated to us. Just at the beginning of the war we had had two rather frightened young brothers from London but they only stayed a few weeks before their mother came to claim them and took them back as she missed them so much. I don't know what had happened to them as we never heard any more from them after the first Christmas card.
"That might be a good idea," I said, trying to get closer to his ear and not addressing the back of his head, "Be company for you when Billy joins up. Do you know him well?"
He snuffled again. "Yeah, Hal's OK but I don't want Billy to go. Mrs Chivers next door has heard her son's been captured and is in a prisoner-of-war camp and she's worried."
I thought of Hans and Herr Vogel at Ulvescott and they seemed OK as prisoners-of- war. But then, they were in a British camp and I didn't know what a German one was like.
"How do you know Billy will be captured?" I reasoned, "He might not be sent where they capture people."
"Don't talk about it," he said, "It just makes me sad."
Oh Lord, I thought to myself. What with Matt and his anxieties, Tom and his worries and now Nobbo and his fretting, I was getting to be a general sounding-board. Had I a kind face or something?
"I feel better now," he announced, "I wanted to tell someone and you're my best friend."
"I thought Cleggy was your best friend?"
Nobbo unstuck himself from the horizontal position we were in and leaned back and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Cleggy and I are friends," he said, "I like Cleggy a lot and we do all sorts of things together but you're my best friend. I can tell you anything and I know you'll understand and help. That's true isn't it?"
I had to admit I liked Nobbo a lot. Thinking about it swiftly I supposed I was lucky in having so many good friends. Tom, Matt, Tony, Roo and Nobbo, even Mike, Duncan and Billy were friends as well - who else could boast of having such good friends. But I had never thought of any being a best friend. I had either wanked, or sucked, or fucked all of them, except Duncan, but that didn't mean anything more than being friendly, or doing, what I imagined from my generalised knowledge of my confreres, what boys did quite naturally at our age. I couldn't put all of this into words for Nobbo but then I had an inspiration.
"Oh, Nobbo," I said, "But you and the others are all my best friends. I want to be with all of you and I want you all to share me as well."
I must have touched a chord in Nobbo somewhere. He flung his arms around me again and nuzzled my cum-splattered neck.
"I'm so glad you said that, Jacko. You do have lots of friends and I do want a share of you...."
He reached down and gripped my cock.
"....and I want some of you now!"
He slid down the bedding and clamped his lips round my foreskin covered knob. He swiftly unsheathed it by pressing his lips tightly around it and moving his head down. Although this was unexpected my cock responded so rapidly it almost took my breath away. I felt my heart-rate go up as blood pumped into my rapidly expanding shaft.
"Wait a moment," I said and turned, using my cock as a pivot, until we were awkwardly head to foot on the narrow bed. I felt for his prick with my open mouth, found it and sucked hard on his thickening length. Silence reigned except for the wet slurping of two boys giving the utmost pleasure to each other. We sucked and licked for at least a quarter of an hour driving each other to make some quite unearthly noises as our sensitive nerve endings sent exquisite messages back into our nervous systems. I was becoming more and more overwhelmed by the feelings between my legs and also by the taste and texture of Nobbo's pulsating rod in my mouth.
This time I came first. I knew I had pumped out an immense amount as poor Nobbo gagged and spluttered in the end to retain my outpourings. He managed to keep my prick in his mouth and continued to suck and lick it until with a mighty thrust he came. Warm spunk blasted down my throat as at that moment his over-sized knob was well toward the back of my mouth. I swallowed hastily and coped with the urge to cough which might have spoilt it for him.
Both of us lay with each other's cocks still held tightly in our mouths. I didn't want to release Nobbo and he obviously felt the same about me. In the end, our cocks began to soften and we dropped them out simultaneously. Nobbo swivelled until we were face to face again. He stuck his tongue out. I saw some of my cum still there. I did the same as there was a residue of his spunk in my mouth. We exchanged each other's spunk and grinned at each other. He felt across me and clasped my right hand in his and squeezed it.
"Thank you, Jacko," he said fervently, " I'm not worried now. You'll let me talk to you when I need, won't you?"
I grinned at him.
"Oh, Nobbo, if you're worried and that's what cures it you can talk to me anytime! As long as you have your mouth open!"
We both collapsed with hoots of laughter and then had a friendly wrestle rubbing off our dried-up spunkdust all over Nobbo's blankets. We were so intent on our own enjoyment we never heard the bedroom door open and were so startled when we received a hearty whack each on our exposed bums.
"You dirty little buggers!" Billy said, trying to stifle his own amusement. "Leave you alone one afternoon, young Nobbo, and you seduce poor Jacko!"
We had been so surprised by Billy's entry we had merely let go of each other and were lying back side by side on the cramped bed space.
Billy ran a finger across my chest and I flinched.
"Dried spunk I see," he said emphatically, "Where else?" he demanded.
Cheekily, I opened my mouth and pointed.
This was too much for Billy. His feigned sternness disappeared and he hooted with laughter.
"How many times?" he asked.
His brother held up two Churchillian fingers like the kids in the cinema.
"My turn now," he said and started to undress. "I don't care what you do, or who does it, but I need something done rapidly!"
Nobbo and I exchanged glances and I pursed my lips and nodded. I was determined to have Billy's spunk. We stood up and helped Billy undress, or, at least amidst his protestations, pulled his clothes off him. I also pulled Nobbo's blankets and pillows off his bed and put them on the floor. As soon as Billy was stripped naked I pushed him so he fell slightly. He took the hint and lay on the floor. I knelt over his legs and his cock was in my mouth before it was fully hard. By rubbing my lips up and down I got his foreskin back and then started to lick his knob as he began to moan and swivel his head back and forth. Nobbo was also on his knees and I could see he was licking and sucking at one and then the other of Billy's nipples. Then his left arm reached out and he started to knead Billy's quite hefty balls at the same time.
What I hadn't realised when I took the eighteen-year-old's knob into my mouth was how massively thick his prick was compared with us youngsters. This was the first time I'd had a prick on a boy as old as Billy in my mouth. Some of us might have length but we certainly didn't have the thickness. Billy's cock was not much longer than mine and certainly not as long as Matt's or Mike's but he made up in girth. My jaws were stretched but I didn't mind. I wanted to have the other brother's spunk down my throat come hell or high water. High water came!
By stretching my mouth I found I could take in a lot more of his cock and I sucked and licked as strongly as I could. Billy was not letting out the gentlemanly 'Unnnhs' like his young brother but started to give vent to very loud 'Yaaaaahs' as I sucked even harder. Nobbo at the same time was sucking on one nipple while rubbing the other violently and putting quite a bit of pressure into his manipulation of Billy's pendulous knackers.
"Gosh, they're getting hard!" Nobbo gasped as his head came off the nipple in his mouth for a moment.
I assumed he meant Billy's goolies because within a few seconds Billy let out a stupendous `Yaaaaagh' and my mouth was flooded with squirt after squirt of very warm, lushly creamy cum. If Nobbo had produced two lots of his best ever, Billy in this outpouring beat that record hands down. I swallowed and swallowed as best I could but quite a bit of the thick almost viscous fluid came out of the corners of my mouth. Billy and Nobbo tasted quite different. Nobbo's spunk had a sweetish then slightly salt taste. Billy's was richly aromatic - syrupy, almost like Marmite, then a slightly chlorine after-taste.
Billy grabbed both our heads as the last spurts and dribbles came out. After swallowing my mouthful I attempted to lick his knob clean but he jerked his prick from my mouth and cried out "No more!".
He lay panting for about half a minute then drew us both up and kissed both our foreheads.
"Wait a tick, it's my turn now."
Without ceremony I was hauled up and laid down on my back and my semi-stiff prick was engulfed in Billy's mouth. Even though I had only recently shot two loads my dick responded and went harder than even before. As he sucked me he motioned to Nobbo to lie beside me so he could hold his cock comfortably as he proceeded to wank him vigorously causing young Nobbo to squeal and writhe about banging my head with his hip-bone. I tried to concentrate on the feelings in and around my prick but found myself completely turned on by Billy's actions on both of us. My mouth was wide open, I was gasping and making unearthly noises and finally I joined Nobbo in his supine dance of joy with even harder knocks of my head on his bony hip.
Earlier, it had taken at least fifteen minutes for Nobbo to suck me off. I shot my third load of the afternoon and fourth of the day within ten minutes. Admittedly, I don't think it was my usual volume but it was nothing to be ashamed of and soon afterwards, as I lay there panting, Nobbo sprayed my face and hair with his third load.
What an experience! Sucking and being sucked by these two horny brothers on the same afternoon!! I was shagged out and lay in almost a stupor with dribbles of Nobbo's cum drying on my heated cheeks.
I watched as Billy leaned back and regarded the pair of us. His thick cock was stiffening again. I sat up and ringed it's circumference with the first finger and thumb of my right hand and found they didn't quite touch. I grinned up at him and began to wank him using two fingers on top with my thumb against the softer underside of his prick. Nobbo sat up behind me and put his arms round my neck as I worked his brother up again. Billy leaned back even further as a small fountain of spunk arched up and splashed down on my legs. Nobbo reached out and wiped some of the semen up with his fingers and stuck them into his mouth. So, both Nobbo and I had tasted Billy's spunk today.
Billy's face was wreathed in smiles.
"Good job I came home early wasn't, it? Caught my brother and his randy young friend masturbating - sorry - sucking each other off - got sucked and wanked myself and they also had their third for today as a bonus."
I couldn't resist it. "Fourth of the day for me," I said without a flicker of emotion.
Both Billy and Nobbo gasped.
"My God! I take my hat off to you, young Jacko," Billy said admiringly, "If you can fire a wad like that on your fourth outing of the day you should take over from old farmer Bennett's stud bull!"
"You haven't?" queried Nobbo, "When did you do the other one?"
I explained about my run and how I felt randy after it so had a wank into the sink before getting washed and dressed. Billy slapped me on the back.
"Can't say you'll wear the bugger out, can I? It gets longer every time I see it!"
"And your brother is getting taller than me, now," I said, "But my prick's still longer."
It was Nobbo's turn to take a swipe at me. I didn't mind. We were best friends if we could make each other so deliriously happy on a Saturday afternoon!
With that, amidst more giggling and fake wrestling, Billy drew out a couple of towels and we cleaned ourselves up.
"I bet this room stinks of spunk," Billy said as I handed over my towel to him, "We'd better get it clear before Mum comes home off duty."
I glanced at my watch - it was nearly seven o'clock. I would have to make my excuses and go off home. I would have loved to have stayed the night but my dick was now feeling slightly sore and, also, being with Nobbo and Billy in their room without doing anything would be unthinkable and I didn't know if I could produce anything else.
After we got dressed Billy said I was a real champ and Nobbo came down to see me off. As I wheeled my bike down to their front gate Nobbo whispered "I'd bet it'll be good tonight. And thanks for everything."
Ma grunted a bit when I stepped serenely through the back door into the kitchen. However, she fed and watered me and I said I would go and listen to the wireless in my room before I went to bed as I had seen in the Radio Times there was a good concert on. I said goodnight to Pa who informed me he'd had a telephone call that afternoon telling him he had to be in London Monday morning first thing so he was catching a train tomorrow afternoon.
As I listened to the concert I lay on my bed thinking about this afternoon. If Pa was going to London would he be bombed like Nobbo's auntie? If Nobbo's cousin Hal came to stay what would he be like? What was Billy doing to earn all that money? Gosh, what a thick prick he'd got now! As the applause sounded at the end of the concert I switched the wireless off. I got undressed and looked at myself carefully in the mirror on the wardrobe.
Oh God, my cock began to rise of its own accord. When it was upright I tried an experiment. I made an almost circle with the first finger and thumb of my right hand just as it was this afternoon when I tried the girth of Billy's shaft. I keep them apart as I tried my cock for size. I still had a way to go! But I still had over three and a half years to go as well!!
I lay in bed and thought again of Nobbo and Billy and how I missed not having a brother. This time my fingers ringed my cock fully and I came, after some encouragement to my engorged weapon, a fifth time on that eventful day.
I was up early again despite all the stamina reducing activities of the day before. In fact, I was out for my run and back again before Tom even ventured out of his house to go and collect the papers for his Sunday round. I didn't have a wank that morning as my cock was rather red and my foreskin felt as if it had been stretched a bit too much. Still, there was an underlying tingle and I knew I would have to relieve something not too far into the day.
Both Ma and Pa went off early to the lab to collect some material together for Pa to take down to London. Pa said Dr O'Brien would probably call round with some more things later in the morning.
At half-past nine the front-door bell rang and I thought it would be Dr O'Brien but when I opened the door there stood a grinning Mike.
"Brought some stuff for your dad," he announced.
To be continued: