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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, or English usage, let me know.
ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
CHAPTER 34
[Note: There is a short glossary of Suffolk dialect usage at the end of this complete chapter which is in three parts. Get the flavour!]
Part One:....
Monday August 28th 1944
I did fall into a fitful sleep after that and we certainly weren't in a state to go sailing in the morning. It was decided that we would go and see the fields being cut and the wheat being threshed and then I could have another swimming lesson in the afternoon. Andrew was more his perky self though Lachlan seemed quiet and pensive.
We watched the binder cutting the wheat going round in circles and I was fascinated by the great steam-engine driving the threshing-machine. It was so much bigger than I had imagined from the size of the model engine Pa had constructed. The engine driver said I could get up on the foot-plate to see how it was controlled. I even shovelled in two lots of coal. Every boy wants to drive a steam engine and here I was! Andrew and Lachs went off to find hefty sticks to catch the rabbits which they predicted would emerge from the last bit of the standing wheat as it was finally cut. They joined the half-dozen or so lads who, with small dogs in attendance, were already keeping watch. Andrew managed to hit one rabbit and killed it outright. Farmer Catchpole came over to the assembled boys when the wholesale slaughter was over and each of us was given a dead, warm rabbit with the instruction, "Do you tek thet hom quick to your moither, bor, it'll mek a good stew!" All this was a bit beyond my childhood memories of the adventures of Peter Rabbit though someone there did end up in a pie! So, proud as Romans returning from the wars with their spoils, we yielded up three dead, fat bunnies to a very delighted Nanny Saunders.
We watched fascinated as she deftly decapitated the corpses, removing hairy feet which were offered to us as good luck tokens. Quickly, she unzipped each furry jacket with a sharp knife so that, in a trice, the silvery, bluish-skinned carcases were revealed, then gutted and chopped into segments for the pot. She said she'd been brought up on a local farm so had been doing this since a young girl. In fact, Farmer Catchpole was a cousin of hers so that was why we could always be sure of something a bit extra. Something extra arrived that afternoon when a young lad brought two pheasants and was rewarded by being shown the boat and promised a sail in it.
"That's Billy Catchpole's little brother, Georgie, Mr Catchpole is his granddad. Those two girls who came and washed up on Sunday are his sisters, Beryl and Doreen," said Lachlan after he had gone. "Dad bought the boat off Billy's dad. Billy's in the Army so couldn't sail and dad said he could have it back after the war. Billy taught me to sail and I've taught Andrew."
"Huh!" said Andrew, once more ready to spar with his brother, "And who can't tie a clove hitch properly, eh?"
"Just because the rope was wet and my fingers were cold!" said Lachlan making yet another abortive grab at his small adversary.
"Where would you be on a man-o-war, eh?" Andrew wrung his hands, "Captain, sir, my poor fingers are so cold and the cannon's dropped in the sea." He laughed and dodged out of the way. "They'd make you walk the plank!"
Thank goodness last night's spell had been broken!
The spell was even more broken during the swimming lesson. I was doing very nicely, thank you, gaining confidence and getting well across the pond without support, when Andrew swam under me and grabbed at my dangling cock and yanked on it. My concentration, needless to say was broken, I submerged and came up spluttering.
A laughing Andrew was several yards away, standing up in the water to his chest. He put his hands to his mouth. "Action stations, U-boat on the port bow. It's in difficulty because it's periscope was pointing the wrong way! Depth charges, ready, fire!"
He dived under the water but the U-boat was ready for him. I saw his shadow under the water and remembered about refraction and as he made a grab for my genitalia again I submerged, holding my breath and caught him cleanly round the shoulders. With the help of the buoyancy of the water I lifted him straight up and delivered three sharp slaps to his backside. He looked surprised.
"Don't take advantage of your elders and betters," I said in as stern a manner as possible.
Lachs, who had watched the whole episode, swam over.
"Thank goodness there's someone else to cope with the little demon. Shall we show him who are really the bosses?"
Poor Andrew. He was giggling and squirming fit to bust by now and giggled and writhed even more as two wet and dripping elders and betters subjected him to a violent bout of tickling until he was breathless and had just about enough puff to call out "Pax".
As he lay there panting, Lachlan nudged me and pointed. Andrew's four and a half inches of boy meat was stiff as a board. I quickly moved up, catching hold of Andrew's arms and pinning them down above his head. Lachlan sat across his legs and then, delicately, put his finger and thumb at the base of the young erection and pulled. Andrew's foreskin slipped down and his pink acorn was exposed. He gasped
"What do you think of that, Jacko? Skinned just like a young rabbit. Not much for a nice pie, though."
Andrew was not to be beaten. "Speak for yourself, you're no donkey dong either, yours couldn't even make holes in doughnuts!" He looked up at me, upside down, with guileless eyes, "At least Jacko could fill the doughnuts with plenty of fresh cream!"
Who was boss now! We had to let him go and contented ourselves with picking long fronds of grass and tickling him with these while his perfectly formed young prick remained steadfastly erect. In the end we lay head to head while they questioned me further about my sexual experiences. They were intrigued when I told them, mentioning no name, about the time I tormented Tom by keeping him tied up. Gradually I heard about them. Keeping his eyes firmly on Andrew, who, wisely kept his mouth shut, Lachlan confessed - no not really confessed as he said it with feeling - that he and Bradley had, in fact tossed each other off on quite a few occasions. He said he liked Bradley very much, he didn't mind fagging for him or being his batman at camp, he was kind and considerate and rather maligned by his class- mates. Lachlan said Bradley knew he wasn't the fullest tank in the shithouse - a phrase I'd never heard before - but Captain Harrison had told him he would make a very fine officer as long as he kept his head.
I found out that Captain Harrison was in charge of all the Cadets and was both revered and feared. It was he who had come across the fracas when Lachlan had beaten up the bully.
"Tell him, Lachs!" Andrew said quietly when I asked what had happened.
"I will, but you mustn't think I'm boasting," he said and put a hand out and caressed his brother's knee. "Andrew told me he'd said to you about it. I didn't want him too. But this Lawson kept calling me names. He's not in our Company and ours got the training cup last year and he didn't like it." He looked at me and smiled. "He kept calling me Private Short-arse and that Fitzroy...," He stopped stroking Andrew's knee and just let his hand rest there. Andrew put his small hand on top of it. "...kept egging him on. They knew I was friendly with Bradley so they kept emphasising the arse. That day we'd had a special drill practice for Founder's Day and I'd been chosen to give some of the orders. After the parade I was walking just in front of Lawson and a couple of others when he said that I may be Private Short-arse but I took long ones in my stride. I just turned round and thumped him - right in the solar plexus - there!" He prodded me - right there! "He's tall and that's as far as I could reach. It stunned him a bit so I hit him again and he went down and his friends scattered. I was just going to beat his brains in as well - if there were any - when Captain Harrison came round the corner. All his pals disappeared and there was him on the ground. I know Captain Harrison knew what had happened.. He just said, 'Get up off the ground, Private Lawson, shake hands and go to the Guardroom and wait for me there'. He shook hands with me and marched off. Captain Harrison looked down at me 'cause he's six foot five and said 'You get to the Guardroom too and don't let me ever find you hitting a boy smaller than yourself again!'" He waited and Andrew squeezed his hand. "We both got extra duties and Lawson did apologise."
"Potty says he's easily led but not too bad underneath. But no-one's called me, or him, short-arse since!" said Andrew.
Smaller than him? Lawson was a midget in comparison with Lachlan. Captain Harrison was a good judge of character!
We made all our plans for the visit to Felixstowe the next day. I asked where they would leave the sailing boat but they showed me we would be using a small rowboat, just big enough for two boys or one boy and, perhaps, the three bikes. Lachlan would row. We worked out that the best way was for him to take Andrew across first, come back and I would help load the bikes, then on the third run I would be collected. I thought he'd be worn out before we even started cycling down the lanes.
We wore each other out that night in bed. As soon as I got into bed Andrew was between my legs trying to take my whole length in his mouth. He calmed down when his brother smacked his bottom and said to take things a bit more slowly. We did and repeated the trio of two nights before. I noticed, as soon as Andrew realised I was about to start unloading, that he only had the tip of my cock in his mouth. The first couple of shots landed inside his mouth but he pulled away and I coated the side of his nose and forehead with the rest. I had come first and continued to work on Lachlan's mushroom end, licking on that favoured spot. His spunk was quite copious and I kept as much as I could in my mouth. I heard Andrew gasping and moaning as his juice flowed. Quickly I moved in the bed and wiped my sticky, cum-coated tongue down his cheek the other side. Lachlan saw what I was doing and added the remnants of Andrew's own outflow straight down his nose and onto his lips.
"I like you better with that decoration than with the paint!" I whispered as he put a hand up to investigate the sticky donations enhancing his beauty.
He refused the offer of the face-cloth and we lay just chatting until he dived down the bed again and clamped his jaws round Lachlan's once-again rigid rod. A second round of the trio ensued, which done slowly and carefully must have lasted the best part of an hour. Andrew broke the spell as my sucking mouth drew his spunk out first. I came next but Andrew licked and sucked Lachlan for a long time after that before his orgasm happened. I had helped as in the last few minutes I gently held and rolled his testicles until they were drawn up to the base of his prick.
Even after that seeming marathon we were not ready for sleep. We were relaxed but, I think, still a bit on edge as well, waiting, listening in case another batch of Doodlebugs appeared. I had continued with a whispered version of the trip to the firing-range with Mike when Andrew's hand started to gently feel my limp cock. That delicate touch soon resulted in the usual erection and cessation of my tale-telling. Soon three boys were equally erect and one by one our partners caused a third, profound, almost excruciating, but oh so satisfying, spasm of delight. Although Andrew had begun with me his was the final orgasm as he patiently waited until I brought squeals from his elder brother who then, very slowly raised him to quivering heights of extreme tension and blessed release.
No Doodlebugs came that night and we slept soundly after that
I woke suddenly, bursting for a pee. I glanced at my watch. It was already nearly eight o'clock. In the distance I could hear the tractor pulling the binder round a field. We lazy tykes were still a-bed while England worked. I prodded them awake. They were bleary- eyed this morning and Andrew had the added condition of a crusted face. I said my friend Mike had said it was good for spots and after lengthy inspection in the bathroom mirror, after washing the remains away, Andrew announced he didn't have any. I suggested he'd better get Lachlan to apply the lotion every night and nearly got a whack in the goolies from Lachlan. In retaliation I said he probably wasn't capable of producing enough every day which resulted in me being pursued into the bedroom where he slapped me on the legs with a wet face-cloth. I wrestled it from him and managed to get him over the bed where I tickled his saggy bollocks with a corner of it.
"Good for you," said Andrew who had finished his ablutions and came into the bedroom. "He needs someone to keep him clean down there now he won't let Nanny Sunders wipe his bottom!" He wrinkled his nose. "He's better than Potty though, some of them call him Skid Mark Alley behind his back!"
"Let me up, Jacko, please, I'll...."
Andrew came over and put a hand over his mouth and took the flannel from my hand.
"Here, you hold him and I'll check him. I can tell them back at school he needs to be checked every morning."
Lachlan was spluttering. "Get that child off me! Ow," This in response to Andrew pushing the damp cloth roughly between his legs.
Andrew withdrew the cloth and pretended to examine it. He shook his head.
"I will have to talk to Nanny Saunders about his toilet-training. We can't have him roaming Felixstowe with a dirty bum!"
"I'll dirty bum you," he raved, he looked at me trying to keep a straight face. "I thought you were my friend and you let him insult me."
I let him go and he catapulted himself off the bed, grabbing the face-cloth from his brother and waving it.
"Look, wretch, it's clean! Lying little hound. You say anything at school...."
I just laughed, they were off again. The bantam-cock was roused. He turned to me.
"You're very lucky you don't have a brother..." He stopped. All venom dissipated. "No, I don't mean that. I'd miss him!"
Andrew then jumped up onto the bed and jumped off immediately, upwards, onto me, his arms round my neck and his legs round my waist. I overbalanced and fell onto the bed. He was giggling.
"You can have me, I'll be your brother, old sour-puss would miss me then, wouldn't he? ....So there!" This last directed at a grinning Lachlan who took the opportunity to administer quite a stinging sounding slap to Andrew's exposed bottom. "Ow! That hurt!"
He pushed away from me and tried to get at his brother who fended him off with the face-cloth, expertly wielded, slapping his back, chest, sides and legs until, exhausted by laughing, Andrew dropped to his knees and bowed low. "Master, I am your slave, do not beat me."
These sudden changes, a result of years of brotherly play were exhausting for me. I couldn't always work out what was play or what was for real. I decided that with these two never to take anything as too serious, unless... Here I was at a bit of a loss... Everything was serious for them - their love for each other, the protectiveness of the older brother for the younger, the way each wanted the best, or the same, for the other. As an only child I was missing a lot. But, I was lucky in the number of good friends I had. I would have to try to explain all this to them over the next few days.
Andrew was up again and in charge. "Come on you two, get washed and dressed, it's breakfast time and we want to be off soon."
Lachlan looked at me with an air of resignation. We shared the sink and the face- cloth and the towel and grinned at each other as we washed, listening as Andrew chuntered away in the bedroom. Andrew had dressed, made the bed and had laid out our clothes, a clean shirt, shorts, with underpants today for Lachlan. The chuntering was because in my pile in the chest of drawers he had found my jockstrap and was standing stretching the elastic and looking intently at the pouch.
"Where did you get this?" he asked as I took it from him and put it on.
I said it was part of the Chris Gardiner bequest - I hadn't told them, yet, about the French letters or the photos. Lachlan said Bradley wore one when playing rugger and he was going to get one himself when next in London.
Andrew sniffed. "At least Jacko's got something to fill it with!...."
Before he said anything else I slipped it off and handed it to Lachlan. "You have it today... And midget balls can try it tomorrow - he can wear it over his head as a nosebag like the coalman's horse! He'll like that, we can put his rations in it."
Andrew looked at me menacingly. "Midget balls!..." he repeated, "I'll give you midget balls tonight and I don't want that thing tomorrow with his stink up my nose all day!..." His face changed. "Can I have it tomorrow if you wear it today?"
I swatted him with the underpants I'd got out to wear instead.
"You will wear it tomorrow properly!"
He made a face. "Potty says they're awfully draughty on a cold winter's day. Freezes your bum-hole." He looked at his brother. "Good, I hope it's chilly today and you'll just swell up with all your farts kept in!" He looked at me. "He's just like Toad of Toad Hall, 'Parp, Parp', you can hear him coming for miles!"
I thought I would try the backchat! "Shut up, Andrew, or I'll write to Potty and tell him everyone can hear you coming for miles. I thought the noise you made last night would have woken Nanny Saunders and I expected her to come rushing in with a dummy to keep you quiet.... Perhaps we might shove two big dummies in tonight..., eh Lachs?...."
Lachs was wisely keeping quiet - let a new adversary try his hand!
"Huh," riposted Andrew, "Two big dummies yourselves and those things...." He pointed at our groin areas, "....Those things wouldn't stop a draught through a keyhole...!"
It was no good! I looked at Lachlan and shrugged my shoulders. A slight smile played at the edge of his mouth. We both knew when we were beaten, but..., time for more. Both I and Lachs had finished dressing, so, breakfast, and the beginning of our trip.
Lachlan handled the little rowboat most expertly. I took my plimsolls off to stand in the shallows to load the bikes on the second trip across with Andrew on the far bank shouting out instructions which we studiously ignored. The expertise in handling the boat was noticeable as he didn't attempt to row straight across but rowed a bit upstream and let the river coming down gently land him on the other bank. So, we were soon off on a tiny, narrow lane away from the mud flats and were soon passing through the little, quiet villages. I was intrigued when Lachlan pointed out two churches in one churchyard and said the door of one still bore the marks of the bullets fired at it by the Roundheads. I said that was real history and we had been told Cardinal Wolsey had been born in Ipswich and had been the son of a butcher and I knew a bit about the later battles between the Cavaliers and the Roundheads. He laughed and said it was true about Wolsey and when we sailed up to Ipswich next he would show me all that remained of Wolsey there and there was a hundred years between him and poor old King Charles.
It was odd, I lived in Kerslake, with an ancient cathedral, but this countryside seemed so much older. I hadn't really been so interested in history but I thought here time had perhaps, stood still for long periods.
Lachlan said we would go down to the older part first where there had been lots of sailing boats before the war. We coasted down from the flat land down to sea level and followed a road through marshes until we reached Felixstowe Ferry. On the way I saw a couple of strange buildings looking like massive truncated, squat cones. I learned more history as Lachlan told me they were Martello Towers, built when Napoleon was a threat to England. He said they'd never fired a shot in anger from them and the one we passed quite close to was used by the Coastguards now. We also saw where bombs had been dropped nearby as houses were damaged and the little tin Church was destroyed. There were also a couple of small dark public-houses which looked as if they had emerged from the dank soil many years before. As we approached the river I could see a large mansion on the other side and behind the mansion were very tall masts. Lachlan said they were something to do with wireless but he didn't know any more. He said we couldn't go onto the beach as it was mined and as we got closer to the jetty I saw the tangled barbed wire and steel structures stretching round the sea coast. At the jetty were a couple of RAF men, with rifles, guarding it. We pushed our bikes onto the shingle beach leading upriver. There were a number of strange old houseboats and what looked like an aeroplane fuselage which Lachlan said someone lived in. We then heard cheery whistling and saw three lads industriously cleaning the base of a boat which was up on a couple of trestles.
Lachlan strode forward and parked his bike against a convenient pile of old wood. We followed suit and trailed behind him as he went up to the biggest boy.
"That's a pinnace, isn't it?"
The lad stood up. He was dressed in blue shorts and a blue jersey with SEA SCOUTS prominently emblazoned across the chest.
"Yes, eight-man pinnace." He looked us over as the other lads also looked up. Both were in blue shirts and shorts and one was wearing a sailor's cap with SEA SCOUTS on the band round its edge. "You're not from round here."
"No, we live near Pinmill," Lachlan announced, going up and rubbing his hand on the highly varnished side of the boat.
The tall lad looked interested, he knew the place. "D'you sail?" he asked.
"Yes, I have a twelve-foot dinghy.., built here," he indicated by waving towards a black-painted wooden building near us.
"...And half of it belongs to me...," said Andrew, stepping forward and sticking out a hand. "I'm Andrew Cameron and this is my brother Lachlan and our cousin Jacko Thomson."
The tall lad laughed and dropped the scrubbing brush he was holding into the bucket at his feet. He shook hands with Andrew, then us. "...And I'm Douggie Roberts... and this pair are Davey and Brian. We're cleaning things up because we've got an inspection this weekend."
Lachlan was not going to be upstaged by Andrew. "D'you sail?"
The lad shook his head. "Not much now, Skip's had to go into the Navy.
We used to do a lot up river as far as Woodbridge, but now we row this or take our dinghy up Kingsfleet. Still it's great fun, isn't it?" He turned to the two younger lads who nodded in agreement.
"What's that place over there?" I asked, pointing behind me to the mansion with the masts.
The big lad laughed. "Shouldn't tell you, it's all hush-hush. It's Bawdsey Manor and the RAF have it, something to do with radio. A couple of boys at school who live in the village say their wireless is often too noisy to listen to."
"How do they get across? There's no bridge."
"Oh, the RAF men ferry them. You can only go across if you live in the village."
After a bit more chit-chat and questioning from Lachlan we bade them farewell and set off back along the road across the marshes. We cycled up along the coast road and then down and followed the road behind the shoreline which was heavily decorated with the barbed wire and metal stanchions we'd seen before.
"I'll show you where Mrs Simpson stayed when she was getting her divorce," announced Lachlan. "It's here." He indicated a rather nondescript house back from the road.
Mrs Simpson? I knew little about what had happened just before the war. I knew we had a Coronation and that the previous king had abdicated because he'd married an American. Oh, yes, I remembered, she was divorced.
"How do you know this?" I asked, wondering why she would stay here.
Lachlan grinned. "Dad was extra equerry or something at the Palace and he told me. He said he was chosen 'cause he was short like Edward the king, but he wasn't there long."
Nothing else was forthcoming and we cycled along up a hill and then down a very bent hill back on the shore road again. A bit further along was a grassy bit near the wall leading to the sea. Lachlan proposed we stopped and had the sandwiches and pop in his saddle-bag. I looked over the wall and saw the defences again, stretching endlessly all along the expanse of the coast. Lachlan joined me.
"Holland's over there. I think that's where those rocket things come from," he said, pointing towards the horizon, "And those guns we heard are along there." He pointed to his right.
It all looked very desolate, the pier had a large piece missing from the middle and what must have been a thriving seaside holiday place now just had us boys and a few elderly looking people around.
Andrew was restless after we'd eaten and rested for a while. "Let's go into the town," he said, "It's mum's birthday next week and we've got to get her a present. And then we can go and see old Auntie Maude!"
We rode back along the road and pushed our bikes up the bent hill and rode up the main street. As we passed one shop I saw exactly what I wanted for myself. A nice neat wooden photo frame for the photo of Piers and Miles. I had that at the bottom of my case tucked inside a Meccano magazine to keep it flat and safe. So far, I hadn't told the boys about Piers.
I stopped and the two boys followed me into the shop after having propped our bikes up outside. In fact, there were two identical frames so I thought one would be a nice gift for Aunt Della for having me to stay. The boys thought so too as they said she had lots of photos which could go into it. They wanted to know what the other frame was for and I said I would tell them later. They hunted around and by the time I'd paid for my frames they had chosen things too. Aunt Maude was our next port of call.
It wasn't far to her neat looking villa. We parked our bikes in her front garden against the wall where the iron railings had been removed, 'for the War Effort'. Lachlan rang the bell and the door was soon opened by a tall lady, grey hair back in a bun, a thick tweed suit in the middle of summer, and steel-rimmed specs. She smiled when she saw us.
"Ah, my great-nephews and friend. You'd better come in." She closed the door behind us. "Watch out for Rajah he's in a funny mood today." We went into a large room with lots of comfy chairs in and on the table in the middle sat the biggest long-haired cat I'd ever seen. The Bran of the cat world, I thought. Rajah gave a loud 'miaow' as we stood and looked at him.
"Don't go near him," Andrew whispered urgently, "He scratched me last time I came."
"Well, sit down," commanded Aunt Maude, "I suppose you want some tea?"
We all nodded vigorously and she disappeared out while we sat down and looked at each other and grinned rather self-consciously. Rajah looked at us all in turn then, for a cat that size, jumped agilely off the table, jumped up onto the upholstered arm of my chair and sat, heavily, on my lap. He purred loudly and looked up at me steadily with his golden eyes. I put a hand out and stroked his head. He purred even louder. The boys looked astounded.
"Crumbs!" said Lachlan, "He's never done that with us before. He scratched Andrew last time and hissed and spat at me the time before."
Aunt Maude reappeared with a large tray laden with thick sandwiches and a plate of fancy cakes. She took one look at me and the cat.
"You must be a reincarnation of an Egyptian Pharaoh," she said quite unconcernedly and went off out again.
Andrew made a screwing movement against his head.... "Bats!" he mouthed.
Rajah stopped purring and turned his head and looked at him. I stroked his head again and the purring resumed. Andrew sat up straight and looked subdued for once. Lachlan watched us both intently without moving a muscle in his face.
Aunt Maude came in again, this time with a tray with a teapot and cups and saucers.
"Cats always know their own," she announced, "You'll have a long and happy life most of the time. Nine lives or the equivalent! Don't worry, whatever happens to you you'll come out on top. Rajah knows." She turned to Lachlan. "Have you come to survey your inheritance, Lachlan?"
Lachlan grinned. "You always say that. What am I supposed to answer?"
"Like you always say when you get outside, 'Yes'," said Andrew.
Aunt Maude laughed. "Good, I like that! You are just like your father was, straight and honest. So Lachlan, is that what you say?"
Lachlan grinned, "Of course it is, who wouldn't and may we have some tea, please?"
Aunt Maude turned out to be not as formidable as she looked. She wanted to know about me and I did ask about the cat and why he'd chosen me. She laughed and said she hadn't the foggiest idea and I shouldn't believe half the clap-trap I heard and as far as she was concerned, cats were cats and, as for Egyptian Pharaohs, they were dead and buried a long time ago. She wanted to know if I approved of Uncle Edward marrying especially as he would have this cart-load of monkeys to put up with. I said from what I knew of Uncle Edward he would be on the cart with them. She was highly amused at this and the boys liked it as well. What with talk and food it was very pleasant. Except for one thing - the weight of the cat! He sat on me the whole time and accepted a shrimp - with purring pleasure - that I held out to him which had fallen from a heavily loaded sandwich. He purred non-stop after that and when it was time to go he calmly jumped off me and followed us to the door.
When we got to the end of the road Lachlan said he'd never seen the cat behave like that.
"We'd better watch Jacko carefully or he'll be after our inheritance," said Andrew.
We arrived back at their house, tired and hungry again. We were met with the most delicious smell. It was rabbit pie. Although I'd had my fair share of eats at Aunt Maude's I was ready for that pie. Nanny Saunders beamed when I did my Oliver Twist act and asked for more.
Nine o'clock came and we were off to bed. I was going to be taught to sail the next morning. So, early to bed and early to rise. We were early to rise. Masts were already hoisted as we undressed and even Andrew raised his eyebrows at the sight of Lachlan's hefty erection in the pouch of my jockstrap. He went over as Lachlan was lifting his shirt over his head and felt the horny lump in the cotton covering. Lachlan stood motionless, his precious possessions were vulnerable. He needn't worry, Andrew was contemplating.
"Potty said my brother should be going into the Navy because he's so interested in boats. I think he should join the Wrens then he could get the Admiral's pinnace out!" He gave the bulge a squeeze. "Potty said three Wrens fell in the sea and six blue-tits came out and Walters asked him what he meant. We all laughed and he said he'd learn when he was older. I know about the pinnace one 'cause I thought you would have said that joke to those boys this morning but what did Potty mean about the blue-tits?"
He stroked the stretched fabric and then stood back.
Pinnace.., penis....! That joke had gone the rounds at school a few weeks ago so I knew that one. I giggled about the Wrens and the blue-tits. Tits were beginning to be an obsession with some of our class. Danny Ross and Dave Morgan were always playing Battleships and Danny always drew his circles with a dot in the middle and said they were Battle-tits.
Lachlan didn't try to put his brother down. He took the jockstrap off and handed it to me. I gave it to Andrew.
"You wear it properly tomorrow, OK," I said. He smiled.
"Come on, Andrew, let's get into bed, you can be in the middle," said his brother.
Between us we enlightened Andrew, from our own meagre knowledge, about the differences between boys and girls. Lachlan's direct, earthy, descriptions were culled from sessions with Billy Catchpole when Billy was extolling the mammary and other virtues of some girl in the village on their sailing trips up river. Neither of us really knew what happened to girls every month. Matt had said his sister was usually more scratchy than ever when she had the 'Curse' as she called it and his tale of blood made me cringe a bit. Lachlan did have more to add on this as Sibs had confided in him about his two older sisters and their predicaments at times. Girls!
But then, neither boy had explored the differences, so I added my bit about what had happened with Kats and the girl in the Junior School. Neither Lachlan nor Andrew had been to school with any girls. Both had gone to boarding school when they were seven and a half having had little education before that other than being taught to read and learning to count. Their education in country matters, however, was extensive. Tits and udders were now equated and as both had witnessed horses, bulls and cows, cocks and hens, all copulating extensively, that aspect of sexual knowledge was easy to comprehend. I said about Bran fucking the poor bitch and that amused them highly. So, between us we erected a sexual edifice, shaky, I suppose, on its foundations but sufficient for the moment.
Lachlan said the main conversation with the older boys and especially those in Remove was 'fucking' and what they did on holiday and what they intended to do once away from school.
At the mention of 'fucking' and Remove Andrew went tense. I put my hand down Andrew's front and gently took hold of his stiff prick. I rubbed it up and down a couple of times. He wriggled and mewed with pleasure, turn his head and nuzzled his chin against my chest.
"Have you done this with any other boys?" I asked, "Other than Lachs and those two thugs?"
He spoke quietly and firmly. "I had to do it to those two, I wanted to do it with Lachs.....," A moment's pause..."...No, only Lachs and you." He rubbed his head on me as I gripped his hot young rod. "I couldn't make stuff until Easter. I copied Lachs and I did it. He'd tried me before but I couldn't. He's been doing it for years."
Lachs interrupted him. "But I am older than you. And, I was the same age when I found out."
Crumbs, I'd been nearly fourteen when I found out, they had been much older and some of my friends had been much younger! Boys were certainly different from each other!
Lachlan leaned over a bit and put his hand down over mine on Andrew's cock. I entwined my fingers with his and we put our thumbs between Andrew's cock and his belly and pressed it against our fingers. "I knew about it ages before I could do it," he said, "When I was in my last two years at Prep School I was in a dorm and there were twelve of us. Some of the older ones had already started and used to do it every night and when others found they could they had to give a demonstration. Sibs found out before we left Prep School, he was in my dorm. He was about thirteen and a half 'cause that's when most of us came up to Big School. No one ever asked me if I could do it 'cause they'd seen me when we took baths and I was small as well.
"When we got to Big School that's when I started to share with Sibs who's my best friend," he went on. "He was doing it one night and I thought I'd better try and I made a little bit of stuff. I told Sibs but I've never done it to him and he hasn't done it to me. We do it every night at the same time though." He clenched his fingers in mine. "I've only done it with Bradley and Andrew and you."
"Potty says your Sibs' second best friend 'cause his best friend is his right hand," said Andrew quietly.
Lach's clenched his fingers again so Andrew's tool was compressed. "Shut up, you, you spread all sorts of gossip and tittle-tattle!"
"Humph," went Andrew, "You'd never know anything that went on at school if I didn't tell you. Potty says you go about like a Foolish Virgin waiting for someone to oil your works or work your oil. And I know Sibs wouldn't mind you doing it with him. I saw his rough book when I was in your room and the margin's covered in S's and L's all curly and together."
"Will you shut up, Jacko doesn't want to hear all that rubbish!"
"It's not rubbish. And Cartwright asked me if we wanted to go and visit him in Cumberland at Christmas and Potty said I'd be gooseberry 'cause Cartwright's keen on you but all you do is discuss how to pull-through your rifles when...."
Lachlan's fingers were quickly un-entwined. He rolled over on top of his brother, a hand clamped over his mouth. "Shut up. And you never told me Cartwright asked you that...."
There was a laughing, unintelligible, "Wah, wah, wah...." from Andrew.
"Sounds as if you have a secret admirer there," I said, adding fuel to the fire.
Lachlan's hand came away from Andrew's mouth who managed to blurt out, "And he's really got a dick like a donkey 'cause I saw him in the showers when I was touch judge for that rugger match! Potty says his must be the biggest in the school!"
"Shut up the pair of you," said Lachlan. He rolled off the heaving giggling Andrew and faced me. "It's bad enough having to control him...."
I put a hand out and found Lachlan's stiffy. "Looks as if something someone said had an effect."
Lachlan laughed. "Haven't you noticed, it's been like that a long while...."
"Not Cartwright?" I asked.
"Perhaps..." he slapped his brother who was giggling uncontrollably now, "I've wondered but, no..., I haven't. But just wait until I get Potty next term."
"Who is this Potty?" I asked, having heard his name mentioned so many times as the fount of all wisdom, or gossip.
Andrew was now in control of his mirth. "Oh, he's Potterton, he's in our House," he said, "He's a swot but he's great fun. Says he keeps us sane and sensible. He'll be in his last year when we go back next term and he wants to go to Cambridge. He's mad keen on military history and I've been fagging for him so he tells me everything."
I then found out the senior boys had the privilege of having one or two of the younger boys to keep their room clean and to make tea and so on. That was how Lachs had had his experiences with Bradley.
"Are you going to accept Cartwright's invitation?" I asked Andrew.
"It's nothing to do with him," bristled Lachlan, "If we accept I'll make the decision."
Andrew prodded me, "Gooseberry pie for Christmas lunch!"
Simultaneously Lachlan and I grabbed at his shaft as I laughed.
"You shut up, child....! And you....! I'll deal with you later!"
A struggling Andrew was held down with one of Lachlan's arms across his chest while we somehow stretched his prick within our two fists and wanked him fast and hard in perfect synchrony. Lachlan and I looked at each other over his recumbent body and as we felt his prick jerk as he spurted his juice Lachlan winked at me. We held on and to a series of yelps and body heavings we continued until with an almost pitiful half-stifled yell young Andrew let fly with a second load. As we were kind we let go and he lay there quivering.
He didn't know what to do next. He turned and clutched at Lachlan and then rolled over and hugged me spreading sticky cum over me in the process. He was in a frenzy. He slid down the bed a bit and started to suck on Lachlan's cock while wanking me at the same time. Both of us had been raised to horny heights at Andrew's response to our mighty effort so it didn't long before both of us shed our loads. Mine joined the sticky juice already on my stomach while Andrew gurgled as he slurped down Lachlan's semen. When he'd finished he crawled up between us and we all slept soundly. I was to be dealt with much later!
To be continued....