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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 32
Part One
Saturday July 22nd 1944
The journey to Grandpa and Grandma's took ages. We had to catch a train from Kerslake and then change trains to reach Chester. The last part was on a branch line from Chester, stopping at the halt in the village which was about half a mile from my grandparents' house.
Matt was very stoical about the journey - it was tedious, but I'd done it several times before so knew exactly where we had to change trains. Also, I had the route mapped out on a postcard just in case. In fact I was the one who was a little bit querulous. I didn't know what I was letting myself in for, especially letting my cousins loose on Matt. Matt, my rather reserved but oversexed friend was about to meet Alun and Rhys, two rather extrovert lads and also oversexed. Was it a good mixture? I would be in the middle - quiet, dependable, quite sociable, and somewhat oversexed as well!
So, it was getting late in the afternoon when at long last the ancient locomotive puffed it's way along the line and ground to a steaming, whistling stop at the halt. I had said we were approaching journey's end as we came round a bend a few hundred yards back so Matt was at the open window above the door looking out and, as we came to a standstill, he unlatched the door and was first out on the platform. The halt was just that, a strip of platform and a brick building, with the station-keeper's house attached.
A woman bustled out of the building as I descended from the train, after passing out our bags to Matt. She was a cheery sort and bade us welcome and asked if I was Master Thomson because my cousins were waiting for me. She was the station-keeper and took our tickets and then preceded us through to the roadway outside.
As we walked past her there were Alun and Rhys standing, in shorts and shirts, grinning all over their silly faces, because they then did deep obeisance to us both and swept imaginary hats off their heads, much to the amusement of the stout lady.
"Welcome, dear sirs," intoned Rhys, bowing low again, "No carriage awaits but your loyal servants will guide you triumphantly unto your destination."
Matt looked at me and I raised my eyebrows. I thought I'd better play their game so I bowed as well.
"Right, my men," I said in as an authoritative tone as I could muster, "Take our bags and lead the way!"
Bowing low again the two lads swept up our suitcases, moaning loudly about the weight and put them down again. The woman, giggling and shaking her head, disappeared through the garden gate of the station-keeper's house.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce us," said Rhys to me. "We came all this way to meet you and we're treated as coolies." He tossed his head in a gesture of disdain and had to rescue his glasses which threatened to slip off his nose.
"Silly ass," said Alun, "It was his idea to do the bowing and scraping." He walked up to Matt. "If my little cousin won't introduce us properly, I'm Alun." He stuck out his hand.
"Just like meeting Bran," I said to Matt, who, instead of introducing himself burst out laughing.
I thought I'd better do it properly. "Matt, this is my cousin Alun,..." They shook hands. "...And this is his elder brother, Rhys."
Rhys clasped Matt's hand in both of his, bent his head down as if to impart a kiss.
"I'm poor and simple and honest but all my earthly goods I bestow upon thee...... .....And don't believe a word my little cousin tells you."
"Stop acting the goat," I said. I turned to Matt. "Take no notice of him, he's always playing the fool." I looked at Rhys. "And a bit less of the 'little cousin', please."
Both Rhys and Alun came over to me and stood either side of me.
"Look, Matt, it's true," said Alun, "He is our little cousin."
I suppose I was, both Alun and Rhys were taller than me, of course. Both had grown in the few months since I had seen them and Rhys was now a lanky six footer and Alun wasn't far behind. I was growing fast but I had still a way to go to reach their heights.
"OK, OK," I said, "I'm shorter at the moment, but I'm still growing...."
"....And so am I," chimed in Matt.
"Just wait and see!" I said, not being able to resist it.
Matt poked me in the side, a move not unnoticed by my cousins who looked at each other and positively leered.
With that they did pick up our bags and we set off up the lane. Although Matt had been a bit apprehensive about meeting my cousins he walked in front with Rhys and they were soon conversing away as if they'd known each other for ages. I walked along beside Alun who said they'd arrived on Thursday but they had to go back next Saturday as he had to start work again on the Monday. Grandpa had shown them an old motor-bike in the garage and he had started cleaning it up, but, unfortunately he didn't think there was any spare petrol. Anyway, he said he was glad to see me and there were plenty of smashing places to explore up in the hills.
Grandma was waiting in the front garden when we arrived. I was enveloped in one of her famous hugs and Matt got an effusive welcome and a big hug as well. Rhys and Alun stood and giggled but Grandma said any friends of her grandsons were to be treated equally. After further introductions she said high tea would be ready in fifteen minutes so we'd better take our things up to our room and have a wash. Always a wash. Why did grownups always think boys needed a wash?
Alun and Rhys literally pushed us up the stairs and rushed us along the corridor to our room. I remembered it was the one Ma and Pa always had when we stayed here.
A big double room with a large bed and a great view up to the hills from the bay window. They disappeared off as they had been instructed to help Mary, Grandma's elderly maid and general companion, to carry dishes and food into the breakfast room ready for high tea. As they went out Rhys said they had the room next door and we were not to be long as they were hungry.
Matt surveyed the room as soon as the door closed behind my fast retreating cousins.
"I was a bit scared meeting your cousins," he said, "but I like them. Rhys says he wants go into the Navy when he's called up but his eyesight's bad."
"What do you think of Alun?" I asked, not dwelling on Rhys's rather thick glasses..
"Don't know, said Matt pensively, "I haven't really spoken to him yet. Seems OK. You get on well with him so I suppose I will."
We went over to the window and looked out. I nudged him.
"I get on with him - he taught me... You know..." I whispered.
"You were lucky, I had to find it out by myself," Matt said with some feeling.
"But we've done some finding out together, haven't we?" I said, nudging him again.
He snickered and then turned and took a look around the room. He smiled approvingly and then said he did feel a bit hot and sticky. I said the bathroom was across the corridor so he disappeared off as I undid my haversack and got out my own washing kit then undid my suitcase and got out my pyjamas and trusty towel. Oh Ma, packing pyjamas! But then, I would have to make the trek across the corridor to get to the lav.
Matt soon returned and I went and had a pee and a quick catlick. I was hot and sweaty too, but a proper wash would have to wait as Rhys was calling up the stairs saying food was ready.
Food was ready. A big plate of bread and butter plus a plate with thinly cut ham and a dish of fried eggs. Ham and eggs? Rations? Then Grandpa appeared and after introductions explained he had lots of chickens and had a slightly illegal - for a solicitor - bartering scheme with a local farmer for a bit of ham and, sometimes, a leg of lamb, in exchange for eggs!
Gosh, I found I was suddenly extra hungry. Food disappeared down my gaping maw while the others ate more slowly as they discussed the general progress of the war, with Alun and Rhys, especially, taking the lead. In the end, replete, I sat back contented. Grandpa eyed me quizzically.
"Not much to say for yourself, eh, Jacko?"
"Couldn't get a word in edgeways," I replied.
"Yes," he said, "Your cousins would win the war if it depended on talk, eh?"
"Grandad!" they said in unison.
Pudding then appeared. Apple pie and custard - my favourite. Even had cloves in. Ma always moaned she had run out and they were unobtainable. Silence reigned for once as all enjoyed the taste and texture and, yes, would I like a second helping? Yes, please!
I think all were amazed at the way I put food away. But then, Grandma must have been used to it having brought up three growing boys of her own. Finally, Grandpa pushed his chair back and stood up.
"Chickens," he announced.
Rhys and Alun grinned at each other, they were in the know.
"Chickens," repeated Grandpa, "Need to be put to bed. That fox has been around again so we have to put them safely to roost." He looked around the table. "Coming?"
Grandma pointed at the empty plates. We boys stood, piled the plates together and Rhys and Alun took them to the kitchen where I could hear Mary talking to someone. Someone to help her with the washing-up I guessed.
Grandpa then lead the way with Matt and me following, followed by Alun and Rhys soon after. It was a lovely evening - still bright and sunny and would be for some time with Double Summer Time. Grandpa made his way to a gate in the fence by the side of the house which led into a paddock which had several chicken runs and chicken houses.
As soon as the chickens saw grandpa they started running towards the fencing separating them from us. He produced several handfuls of grain from the capacious pockets of an old hacking jacket he had put on and threw it all into the pens. There was much cackling and scratching around in the grass.
"Got to keep the blighters happy and then they'll lay plenty of eggs. Right, once they've finished we have to get them into the houses."
Sooner said then done. As the five of us entered the first pen so the blighters scattered and needed a lot of shooing and waving of arms before they were all in the safety of their roost. As there were four more pens to be cleared Rhys suggested we each took one. We did and Matt showed unknown expertise at chicken rustling. He had all his in and the door latched while I was still waving and flapping at two recalcitrant old biddies who squawked and skittered away as soon as I approached. At last, without me doing anything there was a final squawk and they went up the little ramp by themselves. It was then left to Grandpa to get the rooster into his pen where he crowed loudly to show he was boss.
All this done Rhys said we could go up the lane a bit to see where we would be going in the morning. Grandpa went back indoors after saying we shouldn't be too long. Off up the lane we went and entered a large sloping field with a few sheep still grazing. It was a perfect English summer's evening and I thought what a horrible world it was away from here with people fighting and killing and dying. I thought of Chris Gardiner flying somewhere in Italy. Was he dropping bombs or firing machine-guns at people or were people firing at him? I mumbled something like this to Rhys who caught hold of my arm and said he had exactly the same thoughts as two boys from his school had been killed in an air-raid on part of Cardiff .
We sat on the grass and watched the sheep while Alun and Matt were deep in conversation looking into a ditch that ran by the side of the field. In the end Rhys said we should get back as Grandma always went to bed early. We ambled back and we boys played cards together while Grandpa and Grandma snoozed in deep easy chairs until Grandma woke and said it was time for her bed. Grandpa also got up and said he would lock up and leave us to come up to bed when we were ready and not to switch lights on unless the blackout curtains were pulled.
It was still a bit light when we all decided it was time for our beds as well. We went quietly up the stairs so as not to disturb the grandparents or Mary who had a room near them. The four of us parted and went into our rooms. That is, except for Matt who made a beeline for the lav.
I had stripped off to my underpants by the time he returned looking very pleased with himself.
"Better now," he enthused as he came in and closed the door carefully behind him. "Needed a good shit, pardon my French." He looked at me. "Merde isn't it?" he asked. I nodded I did know that word and I wondered where he had learned it. He enlightened me. "Julia says it when things go wrong - often!" He grinned and looked at me in my underpants. "Bed?"
I nodded again and slipped off my pants. The usual happened. My unruly dong began to thicken and stiffen. Matt hadn't noticed so I went over to the bay window and looked up to the hills beyond in the gathering dusk. Very soon Matt joined me, also nude, and put an arm round my shoulder.
"Lovely here, isn't it?" he said, "I like Kerslake but it's a bit flat compared with this. I shall look forward to exploring up there." He leaned onto my shoulder. "And I know a little boy who needs a good wash. If Julia thinks I stink, I know you do!"
"Well I have been cooped up all day on a hot train next to the stink-merchant himself. And just because you've been making an extra stink out there I've stayed in here."
He sniggered. "But I did wash after I'd finished - and the bathroom's quite separate from the lav, so, get out there and wash your smelly self."
I disengaged myself and, departed to the bathroom, in the nude only to be bumped into by Rhys who was just leaving it clad just in shorts. He looked me up and down approvingly.
"Nice one, Jacko. You've grown!"
With that he scooted past me, slapped my backside and disappeared into the bedroom next to ours, giggling. I went into the bathroom. After carefully locking the door I gave myself a good wash, all the stinky bits - under arms, round my cock (now lolling downwards) and then my feet. Satisfied by sniffing at my armpits I made my way back into the bedroom. There was only muffled laughter coming from the room next door. Good, I thought, this house is well-built and any sounds wouldn't carry far.
Matt was sitting in the bay window on a cane-bottomed chair gazing out into the twilight. Thoughtful boy - he had put my trusty towel on the chair first so he wouldn't get a patterned backside. He turned and stood as I put my wash-bag on the dressing-table.
"Bed?"
He had only uttered that one word when the door opened very quietly. Two nude creatures entered sporting the usual Thomson hardons. My dick responded immediately and became the third Thomson hardon. The three Thomsons stood side by side and looked at Matt. His monstrous dick also responded and to a round of quiet, polite applause, it rose until it was also fully erect. Rhys whistled softly.
"The Thomsons will have to suppress any thoughts of superiority. Congratulations!"
In the increasing darkness I could see Matt's prick very clearly. He very slightly beat both Rhys and Alun whose dicks now rose as identical as twins to what I guessed was just on seven inches. I knew that was Matt's length as he'd told me his measurements on our last wank together when he said he was worried it was still growing! Worried it was still growing, my God! I wish mine would hurry up and get even as big as my cousins'. Rhys smiled at Matt and stepped over to him.
"May I?" he asked with perfect grammar.
Matt panted slightly and his massive tool quivered. Rhys stood by his side and ringed the shaft with practised fingers. I rescued my towel from the chair and chucked it on the floor. Just in time it seemed as Matt soon leaned back and out shot his first load of the day all over my towel.
"Thanks," he murmured as he got his breath back.
Alun came and stood by me. "Your turn big boy!" he said and gripped my tool.
I wasn't far behind Matt in time. I had already felt things happening down below while I watched Rhys beating Matt's meat. I gave them all the Jacko Thomson treat! Five huge squirts of my pearly boy spunk shot up in the air and luckily, because of the elevation, landed on the towel. I was breathing very deeply as Matt came behind me and Alun and I felt his hand searching for Alun's cock which was pressed, upright, in my arse crack. When I could I moved forward, unfortunately stepping on the towel and getting a sticky splodge of spunk on the sole of my foot. I hopped over to Rhys and as Matt wanked off Alun I did the same to Rhys. Both boys were spunked up and ready. I had Rhys's foreskin right back and he was breathing noisily through his open mouth when he leaned back heavily against me and let fly. My aim was to get him to shoot upward but I misjudged it a bit and two of his squirts went across the towel and landed on Alun's shin. Alun reciprocated as Matt's bomb-aiming was even worse. Rhys got one squirt on his stomach from across the towel and another on his right thigh. The Thomson trio demonstrated superior fire power!
I woke next morning feeling very contented. I rolled over in the bed and bumped into Alun's hard young body. I thought back to the last time I'd shared a bed with him and the pleasure we'd had. Last night had been very intense too. After that initial four-way wank Rhys had led an absolutely compliant Matt out of the room while Alun and I, with the now damp towel between us, snuggled up in bed together. We didn't need the towel because, after a whispered chat together, we ended up each head to cock and licked and sucked each other slowly until both came with tremendous orgasms. As we surfaced and locked lips and shared each other's spunk Alun put his arms round me and hugged me tight. We separated and I took a deep breath and relaxed absolutely at peace and content with myself and my little world. Alun moved his head towards me and whispered in my ear.
"My little cousin has certainly grown the last few months. My mouth feels quite stretched. You're certainly a Thomson!"
"I'm not so little then," I said, feeling very pleased, "And, I'm still growing! Anyway, you're not too bad yourself...." Here Alun pinched a fleshy bit of my leg.... ".....Ouch! I was going to say you probably haven't finished growing yet. You'd be bigger than Rhys then!"
"Dick or height?"
"Both probably - you're almost as tall as him now!"
He laughed softly, nibbled my ear and the next thing I knew it was morning.
I slipped out of bed and rooted around in the wardrobe where I had put my running kit. I dressed quickly and was downstairs and out of the kitchen door. I didn't know where to go but set off up the lane we'd walked along the night before. Even though it was only about seven in the morning it was quite warm and I ran steadily up following a low stone wall. I followed the wall until the lane began to turn and twist down the side of the low hill. It must have been at least a mile and a half since I started so I turned and ran back. As I got to the gate Alun was standing, watching me, wearing just a pair of rugger shorts and plimsolls.
"Gosh, Jacko, I certainly haven't got your energy or stamina. Must be all that food you tuck away!"
I stuck my tongue out at him and loped across the garden to the kitchen door. Alun was close behind me and we ran upstairs to the bed room. He closed the door behind us and, without warning, picked me up and put me on the bed. My shorts and jockstrap were round my calves in a moment with my singlet rucked up under my armpits.
"I'll test your stamina a bit further," Alun said and lowered his head.
My limp dick and balls were sucked into his mouth. I wasn't limp for long - at least I was soon long... and hard. I was panting a bit from running but this increased until my legs started to jerk and twitch as I reached the crest of that particular hill. Alun swallowed noisily as I flooded his mouth. He raised his head and my dick flopped to my belly still oozing cum. He bent his head again and touched the tip of my nose with his sticky tongue.
"My turn now," he whispered.
He turned from me and lay on the bed with his feet on the floor. He undid the buttons on his shorts and they dropped down his legs as he wriggled his bum away from the bed. No way could I get his cock and balls into my mouth in one go. He was fully erect. His close on seven inches sheathed in his very neat foreskin. I kicked off my running shorts and jockstrap and knelt between his legs and lapped at his balls. He moaned softly. I licked slowly up his length and dug the tip of my tongue into the gap between the end of his foreskin and his cock head. He moaned more and I felt his thighs twitch against me. I held the end of his still sheathed cock between my lips and gently inserted the tip of my tongue further into his foreskinned end. I couldn't get far because as I pushed with my tongue so his foreskin rolled down his hard, fleshy knob. In the end I resorted to bobbing my head up and down and licking his now-exposed, oh-so-sensitive knob. I knew it was sensitive because his moans and twitches were increasing and increasing. His prick swelled in my mouth just as I put a hand under me and held his balls. I gave them a slight squeeze. He squealed rather than moaned and launched at least six pulses of spunk which bounced off the roof of my mouth and streamed out of my open mouth. I swallowed and tasted some but most dripped down my chin and landed on the bottom sheet of the bed. Too bad.
I stood up. A bit unsteadily. No wonder. I'd already run about three miles and also had a terrific orgasm and worked my cousin to an equally marvellous ending. Alun sat up slowly a great smile on his face. He looked down at his own still erect tool and then at me. My cock was also still fully rigid.
"Snap!" he said, "We're both Thomsons. Quick to rise and slow to deflate." He put a hand out round my thigh. "Gosh, Jacko, that was good, wasn't it?"
Who was I to disagree. A perfect start to the day. An even more perfect next happening would be a good breakfast. We both had the same thought.
"Come on," said Alun, "Quick wash, then food!"
I retrieved my shorts and tugged them on, Alun did the same with his and we went together to the bathroom and shared the basin of hot water giggling as we lathered our now both sweaty selves. As we were finishing someone rattled the door knob. It was Rhys, in pyjama trousers, without his glasses, peering rather short-sightedly at me when I opened the door. A great grin then lit up his acne-ravaged face.
"Is old spunk-dust in there with you 'cause he's not in your room?"
'Old spunk-dust' appeared behind me.
"Watch your uncouth language in front of my young cousin!" he said. I noted there was no 'little' now. "God, your pimples want dealing with!"
"Shut your row, brother dear. Why do you think I'm here at this ungodly hour? I've got to have a wash and put some of Doctor Jessup's ointment on them."
"Where's Matt?" I asked.
"Sleeping the sleep of he just - or just after," Rhys said with another grin. "Didn't like to wake him he looked so peaceful."
Peaceful! My foot. Worn out, I expect.
We vacated the bathroom and Rhys went in bearing his jar of wondrous unguent. I thought, poor Rhys, I was glad that scourge hadn't hit me hard, yet. As we went into the bedroom I looked at Alun's face. He certainly had a few more reddish pustules than when I had seen him at Christmas but he wasn't so heavily blemished as wretched Rhys.
I dressed, as did Alun, in shorts and shirt. He admired my rather neat corduroy shorts and I told him about Chris Gardiner's legacy to me. As he'd shown me the two dirty mags I told him about the photos I'd found and he said he wouldn't mind seeing them some day. Also I said the French letter that Gareth had given me had been experimented with and that I'd found three more in Chris's chest of drawers, one of which split because of my over- energetic activity. He laughed. I said that, although Matt knew about them, he hadn't better say anything about them as Matt's sister was Chris's girlfriend. He winked and tapped the side of his nose with his finger to indicate it was all hush-hush.
We got downstairs and found Mary was also up and had prepared toast and boiled eggs and there were some cereals as well. I was biting into my third piece of thick toast, having demolished two boiled eggs, when I noticed Alun grinning at me from the other side of the breakfast table.
"Why the mirth?" I asked.
"You're at it again," he replied laughing. "Mum says we three eat her out of house and home but you pack away enough for two - you could be pregnant as Gareth says."
Cheek. I pointed out I was a growing boy and needed plenty of sustenance.
Alun looked carefully around. "And most of it ends up shooting out the end of your dick!" he said in a whisper, "You're just like a cow, that eats green grass and makes white milk....," He pointed at the piece of toast in my hand, "...and you eat brown toast and produce white stuff. Marvellous what the body does inside!"
Not to be outdone I said he'd better be careful because if he made rude remarks to me he might become a bullock. He looked questioningly at me, so I whispered young Sam's explanation, "No bollocks!"
He was about to continue with more rudery but Mary came in with more toast, smiled and said "Just like your fathers" and disappeared again. Of course, she had been working in the household for years and years so must have fed and watered our dads as well.
About ten minutes later the other two appeared. Matt looking particularly bleary-eyed and Rhys now with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. They had little to say but sat and munched through a stack of toast and a couple of eggs each while Alun kept winking at me over our third cups of tea.
Our grandparents obviously had breakfast in their bedroom as we heard Mary going upstairs with a tray. Alun rushed off and carried it for her and came back with instructions that we need not go to church with them but to be back for one o'clock lunch. General agreement was that we should go and explore an old quarry on the side of the hill as there was quite a pool there where we could bathe. None of us could swim but Rhys said it was nice to dunk oneself in on a hot day.
Alun and I stacked the crockery and cutlery and Rhys and Matt helped Mary wash up and clear away. Alun had been asked to let the chickens out and give them some feed and search for eggs in the roosting boxes. I helped him and the silly chickens rushed about everywhere and the cockerel kept up a constant din. Still, it was good, finding nice, warm eggs in some abundance.
When Alun and I had finished Rhys and Matt were already going through the gate and said we should catch them up. We followed about fifty yards behind them and saw they were in earnest conversation all the time. Apprehensive Matt was clearly having a good time. There was something I needed to ask Alun.
"Alun," I began, "You know, last night when you came into our room, how did you know it would be OK and Matt wouldn't get scared and refuse to do anything?"
Alun nudged me on the arm. "Experience, my dear Watson. Have you ever met a boy who didn't do things? Or want to try?...." He nudged my arm again. ".....Anyway Matt was with you and you have a certain reputation with your Thomson cousins. So, we came to the simple conclusion - if Jacko is with Matt then Alun and Rhys would be welcome. In fact, what happened later was quite spontaneous. We were going to see what would happen and your pal led Rhys off rather than the other way round."
I must have looked a bit startled at this statement. I was rather surprised. I suppose I was so carried away, almost literally, by Alun getting into bed with me I had assumed Rhys had suggested to Matt they shared his bed. I said this to Alun who asserted that in the time between his final squirt at Matt's hands and the picking up of the towel he had seen Matt go over to Rhys and they had left the room together, but with Matt leading.
Apprehensive Matt taking the initiative!
Alun chuckled. "Hope you didn't mind. The bed wasn't quite big enough for a foursome anyway."
Mind, of course I didn't mind. I was happy to be with Alun and I was sure there would be more interaction with Rhys and he and Matt seemed to be firm friends already.
As we wandered along Alun asked a bit more about what I had found in Chris's horde. I also told him, in some detail, about my trip to the farmhouse with Mike and the drawing he had done of me. We were all walking so slowly and nattering to each other we never made it to the quarry, but in the end the four of us sat on a stone wall and surveyed the countryside and the peaceful sheep. On the way back down I did manage to walk with Matt for a while. I asked him if he was enjoying himself and the look on his face told me he was.
After lunch we sat in the garden and sunned ourselves. Grandpa was doing the Sunday paper crossword and asked Rhys if Tybalt in Romeo and Juliet was spelled with a Y or an I.
"We're doing that for Higher School Cert so I know it's with a Y," he said confidently.
"Good play that," said Grandpa, "I like that one, and Macbeth." He laughed. "Your fathers and Edward were the three witches in the school production when they were boys. Your father," he said to me, "was only thirteen or so and was tiny and had a squeaky voice and Dick was getting on for eighteen and was fully grown and enormous. We all though your dad would have disappeared in the pot."
I hadn't heard anything before from Grandpa about Pa as a boy. Grandpa was in reminiscent mood.
"Must get the photos out. I was home on leave for Macbeth."
I must have looked puzzled.
"Last war, fourteen-eighteen," he said in explanation, "I was in the Artillery and was home for a few days."
"I didn't know you'd been in the Army," I said, "Dad's never told me."
"Yes, Captain Thomson, Royal Artillery, at your service. I was in charge of one section of gunnery training on Salisbury Plain. That's why I'm a bit deaf. Got too many bangs in the ears. Just a bit deaf, not daft like your grandmother says."
"Dad was in the Artillery, too, wasn't he?" asked Alun.
Rhys was nodding vigorously. "Yes, I've seen his photo."
Grandpa smiled. "Yes, Dick was ready to be called up at the end of that next Summer term. He was called up at the end of June and the War finished in August."
Uncle Dick and Grandpa had been lucky. Not like poor Piers, or poor Miles. When the Great War had finished they were safe and alive, Piers and Miles were not. I wanted to tell them about my experiences but realised it might be awkward telling Grandpa. It would have to wait. I would tell Alun or Rhys, or both.
After a good late tea Grandpa got out a number of photograph albums and it was quite funny seeing members of the family growing up. Dad and Uncle Edward on donkeys at the seaside. Dad and Uncle Edward as choirboys. Uncle Dick as Captain of Rugger with the school team. Uncle Edward in a formal photo in cap and gown when he graduated from Cambridge. Dad in his doctoral robes being presented with his degree. Ma and Pa on their wedding day. Then, four postcard sized photos, one for each of the four grandsons as babies, Gareth, Rhys, Alun and me, all looking identical at aged three months. I felt very proud of my family at that moment.
As the previous evening we were left to clear up after Grandpa and Grandma went to bed. He had explained that, although officially retired, he still went into the office four days a week to keep things running as he was the senior partner and with Uncle Edward and his other junior partner called up there was plenty for him and the two remaining clerks to do. He would be breakfasting at eight then he would walk to the halt to catch the nine o'clock train. I worked out from the dates under some of the photos that Grandpa must be seventy- one.
We played Monopoly with Rhys winning handsomely and went upstairs while still fairly light. The others had come to an arrangement about where we were to sleep without 'little Jacko' being consulted. It was Alun and me again. Not that I wasn't highly delighted. I liked my cousin and he was great fun and we certainly had great fun that night before falling into an almost delirious sleep. We wanked and sucked each other three times so it must have been getting on for one o'clock by the time Alun had unloaded in my mouth for the second time. We were serious and light-hearted, making each other giggle by telling each other of past adventures we'd had but also telling each other how we felt. I was almost ready to ask Alun what he thought about the happenings at Ulvescott but other things intervened. Usually a new bout of hugging and touching of stroking and.... each time I shot a load Alun insisted it was at least two rounds of toast and a boiled egg's worth and I had to have sufficient intake in the morning to keep my output going.
Even with those few hours of slumber I was awake and raring to go at half past six. I slipped out of bed and silently put my running kit on and was out running steadily up the lane in a couple of minutes or so. It was another perfect day and I was enjoying myself immensely. I got back and was washed and about to get dressed when Alun began to surface. Like the day before we started with a pre-breakfast snack. After I had taken his cock into my mouth we ended up sucking each other in unison. We must have been going for a good fifteen minutes with slow licking and sucking, drawing each other up and then, when sensing that things would probably happen, releasing the tension, when I heard the door open. I couldn't see who, but a gentle hand began to massage my buttocks and I saw another hand come between me and Alun and begin to lightly fondle his balls. It took about another two minutes before both of us, within about ten seconds of each other, produced sweet tasting boy-cream which we each swallowed noisily.
I lay side by side with Alun, our cocks still held in each other's mouths. I felt warm breath by my ear.
"I want that tonight," said Rhys, "We've just had the same next door. Gosh though, the pair of you have made me horny again."
Alun's cock fell from my mouth as I looked up, licking my lips. Rhys was dressed in shorts and shirt, with a bulging front showing off his erect cock.. He was certainly horny if they'd only just indulged. I peered round and there was Matt, grinning wildly, dressed the same with his right hand in the pocket of his shorts, either wanking or rearranging his own erection.
My cock was also now free, Alun having relinquished his hold on it.
"Oh my God!" he said with mock exasperation, "Horny isn't in it. This lad...." He tapped my backside with the hand draped over me. "...This lad has been at it since ten o'clock last night. I had a few hours respite and here he is at it again. He can't get enough..."
Lying toad. We'd both, by mutual agreement and with full co-operation, had had four wonderful explosions of youthful lust over that time interval. I wasn't standing for his insinuations - or lying down for them. I lurched up awkwardly, catching him off-balance, which actually gave me the advantage, turned over and pinned him down as a giggling, wriggling mass, or mess, of humanity.
"Take that all back," I said, leaning down over his face and licking his lips and cheeks, "You randy beast. You started it last night..."
"...Only to shut you up," he interrupted amidst more giggles, "....Only way to shut you up was to put something in your mouth. And you know what your mother tells you - never speak with your mouth full!"
He relapsed into more cackles as I started grinding my hips and pressing down on his belly with my sticky, still fairly plumped-up, prick.
"Ow, you foul fiend," he grunted, showing a remarkable command of English in such circumstances. His squirming under me was doing wonders for my now rapidly hardening rod but my exposed buttocks, gyrating in the open air was too much of an inviting sight for my, I thought, two friends. They became fiends as they began to tickle my lower back and Rhys, arch-fiend, stuck his fingers into the crack of my arse and pushed down until he gripped my knackers. Not really an arch-fiend because, after the initial shock, his massaging fingers were doing wonders for my randiness!
"Get him off," panted Alun, "The bastard's crushing me!"
The others just chuckled but curiosity must have intervened as I felt myself being hauled off Alun's recumbent, writhing body.
"Bloody hell," came Rhys's throaty whisper, "Look at the horn on that boy! That's a real Thomson tool!"
True! I had been hauled up into a sitting position and then my legs had slid off the bed so my fully erect shaft was full in view. I must say I was pleased with what I saw when I looked down. I was near enough six inches now and on my slim body my cock stood up proudly and looked well-developed.
Alun was in the same state. He sat up then stood by the side of the bed. I stood next to him. Two erect Thomsons on show. Rhys and Matt looked at us. Rhys nodded approvingly. Matt said nothing.
"Now you've proved you've got the same as most boys your age," said Rhys, sententiously, "You can wash your smelly selves, get dressed and we'll see you in the breakfast room. Come on, Matt, they've given us a display, we're not going to wait for them. At least we'll have first go at the grub this morning."
The mention of food concentrated my mind on other things. I slapped Alun on the backside, picked up my wash-bag and scurried out to the bathroom, completely forgetting I was still starkers and sporting a hefty hardon. Luckily, no one else was around as we were round a corner of the corridor. I would have to watch it in the week because I knew Grandma had a couple of ladies from the village come in to do the general cleaning. As the day before, Alun and I shared the water in the large sink, then he announced he'd better have a shave as well. I went back to the bedroom, got dressed and was led downstairs by the scent of hot toast wafting up. Fried eggs this morning with a small rasher of bacon.
Rhys was wearing his usual smirk - I don't mean that rudely, but he always looked as if some quip or remark, or some hidden secret, was about to issue from his lips. He was ready that morning. He pointed to the rasher which was my allotment in the hot tray.
"Heard about the grocer who sat on the bacon slicer?" he started. I shook my head. "Yeah, he got a little behind in his rations!"
I sneered at the atrocious joke and Matt, to his credit, grimaced.
Not to be suppressed by our disdain he went on. "Did you hear about the chap in the pickle factory?" He peered at the closed door and reduced his voice to a whisper. "Had an insatiable desire to stick his prick in the cucumber slicer." He looked for our reaction. None. Both Matt and I stared at him. I saw that Matt was suppressing a giggle. "Yeah, couldn't help himself 'cause one afternoon he succumbed, the manager came in, saw him, and he got the sack." I was mentally squirming, but he went on. "He got home and said to his wife he had something dreadful to confess. He told her he'd got the sack for..." Here he lowered his voice even further. "....sticking his knob end in the cucumber slicer. And what happened to the cucumber slicer? asked his wife. Oh, she got the sack as well, says he!"
Deathly silence. Broken only by outright chuckling from Rhys and gurglings from Matt. I wondered how many more of these Rhys would be telling. Quite funny, but I wasn't going to let on. I took a slice of toast and munched it. Rhys hadn't finished. He looked at Matt. Looked to see that the door was still closed and whispered again.
"Hey, Matt," he began with an absolutely straight face, so I knew something was coming, "You know when you have a wank in the bath and the spunk all goes thick and stringy in the hot water?"
He paused and Matt nodded and said "Yes".
Rhys leaned over the table a bit and winked at me. "Randy bastard, just confessed he wanks in the bath!"
Matt was slightly confused by this at first, then saw he'd fallen straight into the trap.
"Randy beast, yourself," he said, "I bet there's nowhere in the house where you haven't done it." He turned to me. "You should have seen him last night, I couldn't believe it!"
Rhys held up a piece of toast and waved it at Matt.
"No tales out of school," he said admonishingly, "In fact I did learn a lot last night. Like there's more than one way to peel a banana." He waved the piece of toast at me. "God, his is just like a banana. Good job he's not a Chinaman otherwise he'd be a prize exhibit in the greengrocers." He put the toast down and cupped his hands round his mouth like a megaphone. "Roll up, Roll up ladies, ripe banana, see our juiciest fruit, gently does it, watch carefully." He held up a finger and pretended to peel it. "Look ladies, here's how you do it, one skin, two skins, three skins....," His voice rose up the scale. "....four skins!"
Bloody hell. Rhys was in full flow. We did laugh, perhaps just to shut him up. Anyway, at that moment the door did open and in came Alun and saw we were laughing.
"Oh," he said, "I suppose Rhys is entertaining you with a few of his stories, eh? I don't know where he gets them but they're painful."
Painful or not Rhys had a captive audience and, if Alun had heard them all fifty times, we hadn't. Be Prepared! I thought. He caught Matt. Just wait for it.
We had just finished breakfast and had taken the plates into the kitchen when Grandpa appeared. He looked very smart in his lawyer's suit, with almost a tail-coat, carrying his bowler hat.
"Morning boys," he said in general greeting. "It's going to be a very hot day so enjoy yourselves. Feed the chickens, Rhys, please, I've let them out."
We all fed the chickens and collected the eggs and took them into Mary who was in the kitchen. Rhys said we would be going off up the hills so we were told to wait while sandwiches for lunch were prepared.
So, all kitted out we strode, no, rather walked, up the lane. Rhys and Matt were behind us today so we set the pace and within an hour we were well into the hills. No one about, just us and the sheep. We found the quarry and it looked very inviting. A sort of shallow beach led off the surrounding grass and then a great hollow where the stone had been quarried. This was filled with clear water. At least clear for a few feet and Rhys warned us that there was a sheer drop after that and we weren't to venture too far as we couldn't swim. Matt did then say he could swim a bit as he had learnt to do so in South Africa so he was questioned about his life there. Of course, the boys were curious about the equipment he'd seen on his playmates but he hadn't registered anything about size. In any case, he was only ten or so when he had returned to England so wasn't too interested at that age. He just said the two sons of the gardener and his wife were totally black all over except for the soles of their feet and the palms of their hands.
As the morning was hot we had soon removed our shirts and Alun said he was going to get a tan all over so shucked off his shorts and underpants as well. I said I'd sunbathed in the nude the previous weekend with my friends and so that was discussed. In the end I told them the whole story and four nude boys soon sported four hardons. When I finished the tale Rhys surveyed us and snorted derisively.
"Bloody hell," he said, emphasizing each syllable, "Can't let you out for five minutes without you getting rampant! It's all your fault Jacko, telling dirty stories! How can I be expected to control you lustful lot. Grandpa said this morning I was in charge....."
Three lustful lads catapulted themselves on the fourth, himself sporting an immense hardon, and amidst squeals and remonstrations tickled him unmercifully. We each took it in turns to sit on his face. Alun, in fact, gave an involuntary fart as he lifted himself off, much to Rhys's disgust and our delight. By the time we'd finished with him he was sweating profusely and his glasses were awry. As we parted he rolled away and sat up.
"I'll get you fuckers..." he began, but chuckled as he said it.
"Watch your language, brother dear," interrupted Alun, "There are three of us and we'll be in charge now. I think I can get my own back. You can be our slave." He looked at Matt and me who were quietly giggling. "He and Gareth gang up on me most of the time and I have to do things for them. What can he do for us?"
It was no good, Rhys was going to get off. We couldn't think of anything for him to do. Anyway, it was too hot to do anything except just laze about and enjoy the sun. I then told them of finding Bernie Foster tied to a tree and I said we could do the same with him if he misbehaved. They were very amused with this, even Rhys who said he and another lad had done almost the same thing to a kid they were fed up with and had left him tied up in an abandoned cottage, gone home and almost forgot they'd left him there. He said the kid hadn't minded because they'd given him sweets so he wouldn't tell on them. Then I told them about the early adventure at Ulvescott when I was being manhandled by Tony, Roo and Matt and Bran howled outside. Matt didn't laugh as much as the others. In fact, he looked at me rather questioningly. Something was on his mind. Still, all these tales passed the time. We had lunch and then Alun asked how the competition was going. I'd told him about that when I was in Cardiff at Christmas. Matt grinned when I said I had achieved my target, plus! Rhys wanted to know what it was all about so I had to explain. Both whistled softly when I said about the various settings. Matt chimed in and told the story of the birthday party and we all had a good laugh. Of course, by this time, with the warmth of the sun and the general erotic (new word for me which Rhys had used) nature of the conversation, our sex organs had been erect for the best part of the day. I was sitting next to a still sweaty Rhys who was idly caressing his rearing shaft so I put my hand out and began to run my finger up the side of it. He gasped.
"For Christ's sake, Jacko, do it!"
I did. He lay back on the grass. The others watched until a triple silvery squirt left his vertically-held rod. That was the signal for Matt to grasp Alun's proud almost seven inches and his foreskin was expertly peeled back. A cum-spattered, sweaty Rhys made my day as soon as Alun's tool had unshed it's load and, finally, Matt unleashed a veritable geyser of creamy spunk under Alun's careful ministrations. We were all cum-soaked and happy. We lay, fingers entwined, in a row and let the strands of our spent seed dry on us. At last Rhys fumbled around for his shorts and found his watch.
"Come on, it's just gone four and we'd better have a quick wash and dry off in the sun before we set off back."
He jumped up and went to the edge of he pool. He waded in keeping a careful eye on the depth. When he was in to the top of his legs he ducked down quickly and fully immersed himself.
"Come on, it's not cold, and it's quite safe to here."
He ducked under again and came up splashing. The clear water streamed off him. I went over and waded in slowly. It was cool but not unpleasantly cold. I copied him and let the water just run all over me as I surfaced. It felt nice and refreshing. The other two joined us and we spent ten minutes happily splashing each other and chasing around in the shallows. Rhys warned us not to go out any further and like good little boys we obeyed. Finally, we shook ourselves like four overgrown puppies and sat on the grass and chatted on while we dried off. It was time to set off back down for supper. I knew we four were all supremely happy.
That night I was paired up with Rhys. I said as he was still our slave my commands had to be met. I forgot that as soon as he gently licked and sucked at my neck and nipples and engulfed my ready-again erection in his mouth. I would have been his slave for life to experience repeatedly those feelings below my cock, in my loins, in my whole being, as I shed my third load of the day. I recovered slowly as he lay stroking my chest and stomach and thighs, then I tried to give him as much pleasure as he'd given me. As his boy-cream poured into my mouth he gave a great sigh which could only have been of contentment. I crept up the bed again and we dozed holding each other quite close. About midnight he pushed the single sheet we'd drawn up to cover us down, then reached down again and began to wank me very slowly. My semi-dormant prick woke and I bubbled my fourth load of the day over him. I reached for the towel lying between and tenderly wiped up the few drops of spunk I'd had left in me which were now on his thigh. He lay on his back as I held his prick with two fingers and thumb and slowly, so slowly, raised him to an immense orgasm, which, like mine, was relatively dry.
I woke next morning content, relaxed and certainly not in a frame of mind to essay a run. I luxuriated in the snugness of being young and horny and being able to be raised to heights of ecstasy. As I lay contemplating this, Rhys snored on. I crept out of bed and as quietly as possible opened the door, went the short distance along the corridor, opened the door to the next room and padded across to the bed where the two sleeping figures were as close as possible. They too looked relaxed and peaceful. I couldn't resist it. I bent over gave each a loving kiss on the forehead. Matt grunted and turned slightly but didn't wake. He murmured "Nice" and was comatose again. Alun didn't stir except to nuzzle his chin against Matt's shoulder. I slithered out of the room and returned to bed.
What I had noticed was that I didn't have the usual Jacko erection. I also noted, although my prick had been well used the past two days, it wasn't aching, it just seemed to have a slight warm glow. Eight times. If I kept that up for the week I would certainly break Pat Halloran's record. But could I? I remembered that although that fourth climax yesterday was colossal I had spurted almost nothing. Still, the feelings were there.
I washed and dressed and went downstairs just as Grandpa emerged. I helped him let the chickens out. He asked if I thought the boys would like a day in Chester today and, if so, he would take us to lunch at the British Restaurant. I must have look a bit bemused but then remembered having seen signs for one in Kerslake. He said he often had lunch there and although there was a price limit he was certain we boys would be well-treated. He also said all the news that morning was about the attempt on Hitler's life. He said he hoped it was a sign the war would soon be over. I couldn't have agreed more. My friends with fathers and brothers away, not knowing their fates was too horrible to contemplate. I think I was very much affected by what I knew about Piers and Miles in the last war and those Old Boys of the school who were mentioned by the Head at assembly as having been killed or were missing in action. My feelings of contentment were shallow compared with the worry and sorrow others must have. I wanted to talk to Grandpa about Piers and Miles but I couldn't. I listened as he recounted what he had heard on the early morning news and was glad that things were happening.
As he collected the eggs I went back upstairs and gently woke the slumberers. All were enthusiastic about the visit. My cousins loved their Grandpa and we all looked forward to lunch anyway! We breakfasted and appeared quite smartly dressed at half past eight at the garden gate. We marched in a body along the lane much to Grandpa's delight and I recounted to my cousins' and Grandpa's amusement my encounter, that is my pre-Assembly encounter, with Henry Gale. Matt said I had been very brave and he admired my courage. Grandpa said exactly what I had thought, he was only another boy but one who had been given authority. When you are given authority you shouldn't misuse it, or abuse it. He said I had acted correctly if unwisely perhaps, in terms of my safety, but that was incidental to the stand I had made. A very lawyer's reply but I knew what he meant. I couldn't say in this company about my other encounter, but I did say I thought that underneath the bluster Henry Gale was OK.
We had a morning exploring Chester and looking at the Cathedral and the grounds which were all sandbagged. The half-timbered houses were all protected as well but we still found plenty to look at. I bought a postcard to send to Ma and Pa and noticed Alun and Rhys in a huddle over the ones on sale a bit later. We arrived back at the office at twelve sharp as instructed. I remembered Miss Creech, the very alarming, austere-looking secretary, with her hair tied back in a severe bun. She was kindness itself and had been with Grandpa's firm since she left school countless years before. Also in evidence were the twin Chief Clerks, the Batchelor twins and bachelors as well. They must have been in their fifties then and still lived with mother. They were so efficient and kept the firm going so that Grandpa could see his most important clients while they dealt with the hoi polloi - at least that was what Rhys told me in bed that night.
Lunch was good. It was the first time I had tasted a real Woolton Pie which Pa always complained tasted like stewed cardboard in plaster of Paris at the labs. Ma said if you used proper vegetables and imagination it was fine. This was more than OK. I should know. I had three helpings, much to everyone's amusement and the praise of the elderly waitress who said I reminded her of her son! We thanked Grandpa profusely, who then passed over a half- crown each, before we left for the station. He said he had to get back to the office to earn the money he had just handed over! I also learned that Rhys was ear-marked as the next generation of Thomsons to become a lawyer. He said on the train back he was going to study law at University as soon as he could depending on what happened about the war. He was now going into the second year of the Sixth Form in September and was taking English, Geography and History at Higher School Cert. I said Matt and I would be taking School Cert next year and I hadn't decided what to do next. Rhys said Matt had told him he wanted to go into the Navy. Matt then said he would have to go for interview for the Naval College some time next year. His father would be very pleased as that would mean four generations of the Wards would have served in the Navy. From his enthusiasm Alun was enjoying his apprenticeship. It seemed from his tales he was somewhat of a ringleader but only in minor escapades.
Grandma was waiting for us when we arrived back with news that Uncle Edward was coming on Thursday and was staying overnight as he was working on a case starting on Monday at Catterick Camp. That place sounded familiar and I remembered that was where Eamonn and his friend were drill instructors. She also had tea ready and I was ready for tea.
Rhys and I were together that night as well. We sucked once and wanked each other once and we both agreed that was a good end for such a perfect day.
The next day we spent up at the quarry again. All four of us had caught the sun quite a lot on Monday but all being dark-haired and without sensitive skins we were getting a bit brown already. Rhys was particularly pleased as he had been told sunshine was good for acne so he was exposing his back to the sun as much as possible. He was also in great spirits and kept cracking the most atrocious puns and telling the most awful jokes. We threatened several times we would shut his row for him but he only retorted it would have to be one at a time as he couldn't get three cocks in his mouth at once, even if they only belonged to little boys like us. We were too lethargic to retaliate. We discussed all sorts of things and Alun told Matt about the parrot and the Tring poem. I said I thought Uncle Edward seemed a very good sort. He was obviously the boys favourite uncle. As a bachelor he had often spent time staying with them in Cardiff and they adored having him there.
We continued talking about what we wanted to do with our futures. Rhys said Gareth was all set to join the steel industry as soon as he finished his engineering course. In fact, he had been told he would be in a reserved job and wouldn't have to join up. He said it seemed that three generations were either engineers or lawyers as grandpa's younger brother had worked in mining but had been killed in a mining accident rescuing some fellow workers. That meant I had the choice, engineering or law. I said I didn't think I could be an engineer and I didn't particularly want to be a lawyer. Rhys said I had to go to University anyway. Pa and his father had been to Manchester and Uncle Edward at Cambridge. Perhaps I should go there.
Alun was giggling when he said this. He said he would let Rhys tell me the poem. Rhys raised his eyebrows.
"Now Jacko, you know the reputation of people who go to Cambridge don't you?"
I said I didn't. He put on a very prim expression.
"Well my lad," he began, "'There was a young fellow of Trinity....'" He paused and looked at Alun as if to shut up his giggling.
"'There was a young fellow of Trinity,'" he began again,
"'Who shattered his sister's virginity,
"'He buggered his brother,
"'And shagged his grandmother,
"'And still got a First in Divinity!'"
To be continued.....