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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.
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ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
CHAPTER 40
Spring Term 1945
Time sped by. School work piled up. I helped both Tom and Matt with their maths problems and I think it helped me too. The French Circle flourished and Matt, especially, was getting on very well. I was now in my lonely bed every night but I had plenty of memories to help me rise to each occasion. I must admit there were plenty of occasions and I was glad to see my rise was increasing as time went by.
I was paired up with young Kanga for the boxing match. He had successfully passed his exam and was now a fully-fledged member of the SJAB. I liked him. He was bright - I would say, very clever. Roo did inform me that he idolised me. Oh dear, Roo's comment was that he was always informing him "Jacko says..."!
Luckily there were no major incidents at the match. Sean won his match comfortably although his opponent suffered a bloody nose in the closing moments. Both Kanga and I were in the dressing-room at the time dealing with a previous pair - a bloody nose and a slightly grazed eyebrow. Nothing serious but Kanga was learning fast. I let him deal with Sean's injured partner who, while Kanga was holding a lump of gauze to the lad's nose, shucked off his long white shorts as he didn't want any blood dripping on them. He turned his back on the rest of us but I glimpsed a good-sized cock with the longest and droopiest foreskin I'd ever seen. I saw young Kanga taking surreptitious glances at it as he instructed the lad to hold his head back. I wondered what he would be asking Roo that night.
More blood was shed just before half-term as we had the delightful task of peering down microscopes in biology at drops of our own. That is, all of us except Vince Hare and husky Danny Ross who both refused to prick their own fingers to produce any.
Vince said he'd had enough giving blood when he was in hospital and Danny just went a delicate shade of green round the gills. Funny, as he'd been a bloody victim in a couple of rugger matches but he said that was different. Jim Masters gallantly gave up a second drop for him and I saw Cleggy drip a second onto a slide for Vince. We all produced 'oohs' or 'ughs' at the sight of the blobs and other bits which we were assured were absolutely essential for living. My drawing didn't look very much like the drawing in the text book - but that's what I saw!
A couple of weeks later I was cornered by Nobbo and Cleggy who had grins on their faces and said they had something to show me after school in the Biology lab. After the previous little experiment I wondered what this might be but neither would be drawn. I was my usual tardy self as I had to slip back to the classroom to retrieve a forgotten book from my desk for homework so when I got to the lab and rattled the door knob a rather relieved looking Nobbo opened it and beckoned me in. He carefully locked the door behind me.
"Thought you weren't coming," he grunted, while in the background I heard Cleggy give a snort of laughter. I wondered why. "Got something to show you," he continued, more businesslike. "Over here."
'Over here' was where two microscopes were set up on the bench by the window. One was like the three which had been set out when we perused our bloody offerings. The other looked a bit more impressive. It was certainly bigger. Nobbo pointed to the big one.
"Have a look through this one," he commanded.
I sat at the bench and leaned over to peer through the eyepiece. It took a little while to make out what I was looking at because of the high magnification and the brightness. I saw what looked like a mass of slowly moving tadpoles. Both Nobbo and Cleggy were standing behind me literally breathing down my neck.
"Well, what can you see?" demanded Nobbo.
"Describe in your own words your observations," intoned Cleggy in the manner of Mr Coles the Biology master. "As accurately as possible."
'Accurately as possible'? I had never seen anything like this. I took my eye away from the eyepiece and looked down at the slide. All I could make out was it was some kind of fluid under the thin cover plate. Oh, no! I peered down the tube again.
"It's spunk!" I said disbelievingly, then realising it was, most certainly. "Whose?"
Both of them sniggered. Nobbo pointed at Cleggy "That's why the door was locked. We had to be quick and it took him less than five minutes and then we had to set it up for you." He punched me lightly on the arm. "Good job you were a bit late!"
I looked at Cleggy. He was looking rather proud.
"Yeah," he said, with a great grin on his face. "They're all mine and they're all alive and kicking!" He came over to the microscope and peered down it himself. He spoke as he looked down. "You'd never believe there are millions of the little dodgers every time. That's what Dad's book says."
Millions? There were certainly quite a few in view as I took Cleggy's place and squinted down at them again. The activity seemed a bit less. In fact quite a few were almost stationary.
"How did you know about all this?" I asked while watching some still moving, swishing what looked like tails.
Nobbo laughed. "Oh, you know when we had to look at those blood drops, well, Jim McDonald was in here making some slides when we were cleaning up and he just said there were other body fluids as well and we might think of something more interesting than blood."
"He wouldn't say anything else, he just laughed when we asked him," continued Cleggy. "I knew what he meant and so did Nobbo but we didn't let on."
"So, we experimented," came back Nobbo, brightly, "Couldn't get to see anything properly at first so we asked him. He said he thought we would know what he was talking about, and then he said we needed higher magnification, good light and a very thin film of liquid."
"So he's done it, too, I suppose," I said.
They both laughed. "He wouldn't say, but we guessed they had," said Cleggy.
'They'. That could only mean the Sixth Formers, like Jim, doing Biology. Or, had he done it with all the mob who had been with him in the Fifth Form, like us now. No matter. It was most interesting.
"And you've had to do it several times to get it right?" I asked.
They both guffawed.
"So science is fun?" I enquired, looking at two grinning, nodding young Einsteins. Einstein, no, he did physics, I think!
Cleggy interrupted my thoughts by giggling.
"And now me?" I asked.
They both giggled and nodded.
"Why me?"
They both guffawed again.
"Plenty to start with," chortled Nobbo.
"Seriously, though, "said Cleggy, "You helped us with the other thing, so we thought you'd like to see your own stuff like us."
"Does everyone's look the same?" I asked, "I suppose you've looked at both of yours?"
They nodded in unison again. Nobbo was spokesman this time. "Yeah, the things look the same though the fluid's different. Cleggy's isn't as thick as mine so it's easier to see his little swimming things clearly."
"My sperm," announced Cleggy, "They have excellent motility. That's the word used in Dad's book."
They both looked at me. It was my turn. Oh, in for a penny, in for a pound.
"If I do it, no telling tales, eh?"
They grinned again and shook their heads. "Scout's Honour!" said Cleggy, "but don't be too long, Old Harry comes in just after five o'clock!"
I rolled my eyes heavenwards. Here was I, a willing guinea-pig again. This time not to measure but to inspect. I would have to trust them so took the beaker thrust at me by Nobbo and went through to the storeroom and closed the door ostentatiously. It took a little while to concentrate but I fairly soon spurted a goodly amount.
"Good old Jacko," Cleggy said, as I came out of the room where the two expectant hounds were standing near the door, waiting. "Knew we could rely on you!"
He took the proffered beaker over to the bench and sat down next to the big microscope. Very delicately he dipped a very thin glass rod into the mass of my spunk which puddled up against the glass as he tilted the beaker. He let almost all of the globule he raised drain away until there was only the merest smidgen left.
"Only a tiny amount," he breathed as he transferred that minuscule amount to the slide on the block by his side. He smeared the drop of cum over the centre of the slide then carefully positioned the thin cover plate. "Mustn't squash them. Had a few accidents so far." He looked closely at the plate. "Good," he breathed out quietly again and carefully positioned the slide on the viewing stand. He adjusted the focus as he looked through the eyepiece.
"Hey Nobbo!" he said gleefully, "All his have French flags on their backs! Vive la France!"
Twit. He and Nobbo collapsed in giggles.
"Gotcha!" said Nobbo, "We planned that!" He slapped me rather too heartily on the back. "OK?"
Bloody fools. Cleggy slid off the lab stool and I took his place. I adjusted my focus and there, revealed in all their glory were my swimming little tadpoles, my sperm, alive and well! I peered, mesmerised.
"What do you think of that, eh?" said Cleggy. "It's marvellous really.
Just think, you've produced each and every one of those and, like I said, there are millions every time you do it."
It's not often that absolute reality hits one but I knew I was now of an age where I was producing live sperm and of an age where, given the right circumstances, I could help make a baby. Not only that, here was the evidence that every time I squirted out a load there were millions of my sperm all alive, all moving, all capable and it was me that produced them! Every one was a bit of me. It struck me then that every time I whacked of all these millions of particles of me were alive then died off. Died off!
"As they're all moving, they're alive, aren't they? I asked as I moved away from the microscope and Nobbo took my place. "How long do they stay alive like that?"
Cleggy answered. "We don't know. The book says inside a woman they take sometimes two days but once they get cold and under the slide they stop moving pretty quickly. We've only been able to look at them in here and most time has been an hour. They get slow very quickly and we found if we had some warm water in another beaker and put the beaker with the spunk in that they didn't slow down so quickly."
Nobbo stood up away from the microscope. "Yours look just like ours. Just like all the blood things looked alike. It must be what's in them that's different..
You know to make different babies."
I wanted to have another look and peered down the eyepiece again. However, Cleggy was getting a bit impatient. It was time to clear up. Old Harry might be mystified by being confronted by beakers of congealing spunk! I was instructed that I'd seen my sperm and now I could clean my beaker while the two budding scientists would clean up Cleggy's beaker and deal with the slides and microscopes. I watched as the water swilled the remnants of my seed down the drain in the sink. I wondered how many millions of millions of my sperm I had already shed and the millions of millions I would make in the future. I wondered if any of these would produce another generation of Thomsons.
Cleggy came up behind me and saw me looking as the sticky fluid disappeared down the drain. "Makes you think, eh?"
I rode part of the way home with them but we didn't discuss what we had done or seen. I would have to ask them more about it when I had settled a number of thoughts I had.
I must have been rather pensive because Ma said after supper, where I had scoffed a good amount, that I was very quiet. I just said that I had plenty to do with school work and I was thinking of that. Pa made some comment that gluttonous sons who were rebellious could be stoned to death. I said I didn't think I was rebellious but I did like my food and I thought I was quiet eating it. He grinned and took his pipe out of his pocket and slowly stuffed it with tobacco. Ma just looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.
"At your age I'd had a very wide-ranging religious upbringing," he said. "Read your Bible we were told." He struck a match, tried to light the tobacco and blew out a stream of blue smoke before the pipe died on him. He took out another match. "Amazing what you read there." He struck the match and held the flaring object up. "Have a look at Deuteronomy. If I remember correctly somewhere about chapter twenty tells you lots of things you must and mustn't do." The flame reached his fingers. "Oh, blast!"
Both Ma and I laughed and she said it served him right and perhaps that was a foretaste of the flames of hell and the sooner he went into the study with his pipe the better. I said I would be off to get my homework done and left them to it. Rebellious son? Stoned to death? Bored to death more likely with the heap of things to do for the bloody exams!
In bed that night I was ready for another wank but first I had to think about things. I knew that out of all that spunk produced, only one sperm was needed to fertilise the egg. If all those millions of little wrigglers were produced each time my cum squirted and only one was needed - my brain clouded a bit. That meant I was so rare to have occurred from one of Pa's millions of sperm on that particular day. Oh gosh, what would have happened if another sperm had won the race? My brain began to clear a bit. Would I exist? Another me, another child, perhaps not even a boy! It was mind-blowing. Yet, I wouldn't exist because it would have been a different person. I thought of Alan and Bernie Foster who were twins. I knew they were not identical. Alan was a bit taller than Bernie and looked a bit different as he had darker hair, too. So Mrs Foster must have had two eggs with two different sperm. That was easy to imagine. But what about the two blond kids in the Second Form who were identical twins. They certainly looked very much alike. One egg and one sperm, but the egg split to make two different kids. I thought hard. I was unique. One egg and one sperm. One sperm out of all those countless millions. During this time I had been stroking my hardon slowly but purposefully and at just that moment I felt my climax coming and my stomach and chest were flooded with all my millions of sperm. As I came down from those ecstatic feelings I wondered what would have happened if there was no 'me'. If for other parents a different sperm reached the egg first there would have been no Ma, or Pa, or Matt, or Tony. No Winston Churchill, no Mr Hitler! I dropped off to sleep and had the most peculiar dreams.
I was very restless when I woke and didn't go for a run. Ma asked me at breakfast time if I was sickening for something. I said I wasn't. I made up the excuse that I was getting worried over the exams next term. She said I had no need to get worried, she was sure I would be OK. What I was really worried about in a vague sort of way was about being. Being me, or could I be someone else? I wondered who I could ask or discuss all this with. Mike perhaps.
I got home from school quite early as we were dismissed after the afternoon break as our part-time teacher for Chemistry was unwell. We were enjoined to study the relevant bits of the text-book for next time as he had given the beak who waved us off home instructions over the telephone.
I was just looking to see if there was anything not under lock and key in the pantry when I thought about Pa's remarks about rebellious sons and the book of Deuteronomy. I discovered a piece of cake and had a slice and wandered into Pa's study where I knew there was a Bible. As I settled comfortably in his easy chair I was careful not to drop any crumbs. In any case that would be wasting good cake! Also, he wouldn't be pleased to find evidence of my gluttony!
What did he say? Book of Deuteronomy somewhere about chapter twenty.. First I had to find that book. There it was, headed Fifth Book of Moses. I read through chapter twenty and, in deciphering the strange language, thought it was rather bloodthirsty. Smiting all those men in the city with the sword. Is that war? And what are abominations?
I went on to the next chapter and, my, my, if you capture a good looker you can have her! Rape and pillage I'd heard off and here it was in the Bible! And it says it's OK! Ah, I found it. Hunh! I don't think I'm rebellious. Yet! I giggled when I read that the other condition to being a glutton was to be a drunkard as well. I certainly liked my food and I didn't mind a drink as well, it made me horny. Perhaps, hornier!
I read on to see if there was anything to quote back. I couldn't find anything. As far as I knew Pa didn't wear women's clothes and I was a bit unsure about the tests for a virgin. And what on earth did it mean when it said 'not discover his father's skirt'? I'd heard that a girlfriend was called a piece of skirt but that didn't sound quite what might be meant.
Anyway, it was getting more and more interesting. What had Rhys said balls used to be called? Here it was. 'He that is wounded in the stones'. Oh, ho, 'or hath his privy member cut off'! Ooooh, ooooh, I crossed my legs before I read further. Wow, the bit about the man who was not clean because of what happened in the night! I wondered if that meant he'd had a wet dream!
Tony had told me ages ago that he and the other boys in the choir read the Bible during the sermon and the older ones pointed out the dirty bits. As we were about ten at the time that knowledge wasn't very important. I know we had pondered over the term 'dirty bits' and the only one he could remember was giggling over seeing the word 'pisseth' there in black and white. Anyway, as I read on I found here were bits about whores, then no sodomites. I had an inkling what that met - 'dirty sod' was a common imprecation. I fetched Pa's big dictionary from the shelf and turned the pages. I found sodomy, 'an unnatural form of sexual intercourse, especially that of one male with another'. Well, that counted out a lot of people I knew from being inhabitants of Israel. All these things forbidden. Not being able to plough with an ox and ass together, or muzzle an ox, all there forbidden as well as having sex with another boy! Daft!!
I read further getting more and more astounded at all the prohibitions.
I laughed aloud as I read about men striving together and what should be done to the wife who grabbed the opponent by his secrets! Secrets! I knew they meant his stones, or in my mind, his bollocks! Oh, I could just imagine Julia Ward grabbing Chris's opponent by the knackers if he got into a fight. She'd only do it once when she realised she would lose a hand!
As I closed the book I shook my head. If all these things were forbidden then I was forbidden for those acts of love and trust with my friends. How could that be? I had never heard of a rebellious son being stoned so why have rules against acts where friends gave themselves to each other. I could distinguish such acts from things such as where poor Flea was threatened by the thugs. They made him toss them off and threatened to fuck him. He didn't want to be involved with them. They deserved punishment. I thought then of those marvellous, wonderful times we had had. How could they be forbidden?
I had plenty to think about but at the moment school work was more important. I would have to resolve my thoughts and problems as I went along. What I had done I had enjoyed. I knew those acts had made us boys very happy and we respected each other in that we could give ourselves to each other so unhesitatingly and unreservedly. I put the dictionary and the Bible away and went and played the piano. I played Beethoven.
The next Tuesday I was at home waiting for Mike to arrive after school for his maths lesson - or revision now - with Pa. He arrived promptly and I was bursting to ask him about all those things I had read in the Bible. I knew Mike now well enough to ask him outright. I said what I'd read and that I had done things, not only with him, but with other boys. He looked quite solemn as I told him all this. He nodded. He then grinned and said he was in the same boat. He was taught that the Bible was the word of God. But, he knew so little about it. The religion classes they had concentrated so much on Catholic doctrine and the Bible was in the background. He said he'd read all those chapters himself and he knew that orthodox Jews abided by them but he thought that most were products of the time the rules were written. He then looked at me across the kitchen table and made a statement which shook me.
"I'm going to start training as a priest next year," he said, so matter-of-factly. "I've been granted exemption from military service while I'm at the seminary. It's up North. Actually I've got an Irish passport, I was born there."
I looked at him trying to comprehend what this would mean. He smiled.
"It's OK, Jacko," he said, "I'll still be the same Mike. I just know that's what I have to do."
I didn't know what to say. I didn't know any priests or vicars. Uncle Alfred was a priest, but a Protestant priest. I knew Roman Catholic priests weren't allowed to marry. I had lots to ask but was really lost for words. Just before Pa crunched up the gravel drive Mike said he would tell me more soon but it was early days yet. His family knew and were not too happy and he had only told Bernie and no one else. He said his family knew it was a hard, and, probably a lonely, life but his mind was made up.
That meant I had more to think about. My friends were now at an age where decisions about their lives were being made. Matt, Tom and now Mike.
Over the next week or so before half-term I noticed that Cleggy and Nobbo seemed to be the most popular boys in the class. Of course, they had a steady stream of 'helpers' to aid them in clearing up the lab. Nobbo told me on the last Monday before half-term that so far eight others in the class had volunteered their services. That is, peered at their spunk under the microscope. He grinned and said they would have to beat off the hordes after half-term if word got round to Five S as well. I thought he should say the hordes would beat themselves off! Ha Ha.
I found out that Matt had even got curious as Nobbo had told him what they were doing. A couple of days after he'd observed his own little swimmers we were in my bedroom struggling with a maths problem endeavouring to demonstrate that if A, B and C set out to walk from Bath to Bristol at 5, 6 and 4 miles per hour respectively, with C starting 3 minutes before, and B starting seven minutes after A, that C was half a mile behind A and B after 45 minutes.
He sighed as we finished drawing the graph and plotting the points. "I'll never remember all this," he moaned. He suddenly changed the subject. "Nobbo told me you'd done it as well." I knew what he meant. "Much more interesting than this," he enthused, "Never knew what was in it, did you?"
Well, I knew that there were sperm but not what they looked like. He'd obviously had similar thoughts to me.
"I suppose if Dad had worn one of those things I wouldn't be here." He grinned. "Pity he didn't when he did it for Julia."
What a way to think of your sister, I thought. But, I knew Julia and Matt did not get on. Why, I did not know. Matt was kind and gentle.
"Bloody Julia," he said, warming to the topic, "She said she was going to give me what for if I didn't stop calling Chris Biggles. No sense of humour. She gets ratty if I get into the bathroom before her in the morning. She bangs on the door and yesterday she said she didn't know what I did in there but it certainly wasn't washing. I hadn't done anything, I had washed but she said it loud so Mum could hear. She still says I stink. She wrinkles her nose every time she's near me. I don't stink, do I, Jacko?"
Poor old Matt. Time for a tease.
"Yes, you do," I said, straight faced, "Especially after you've done it to yourself." I wrinkled my nose. "Last night. Definitely!"
He stared at me. "Can you tell?" he asked.
I couldn't help it. I laughed. "Oh, Matt," I said, "If you didn't do it last night you're slipping. No, you don't stink. I am just teasing you. You know, 'Potty says...'"
I got a great dig in the thigh for that. But Matt was more relaxed after that and later, after drawing the graph for some bloke who started to ride 38 miles at 12 miles an hour, then got tired and went down to 8 miles an hour and full of exhaustion finished the journey in four hours and where did he change speed and so on...., we decided we'd had enough and a few minutes later, no graphs to determine speed or energy output, we watched as twin streams of spunk swirled down the sink. If one of my sperm met one of his sperm..., no!
Half term loomed. No plans had been made other than that Tony said he and Roo were going to Ulvescott and that his great aunt had said I was invited as well with a friend. I wondered if I could take Lachs there but I didn't suppose he would have time off from his school and I couldn't desert Matt. Time, perhaps, later in the year for Lachs. So that was decided, Matt said he would love to go.
As we didn't know what the weather would be like we were going on the bus on the Saturday and coming back on the Wednesday after. That settled, we met up at the bus station and trundled off into the countryside. By judicious questioning Matt and I found out that neither Tony nor Roo had made the trip to the Biology lab after school. We couldn't say any more as the bus was pretty full and mention of spunk and sperm might have frightened the natives! Bran was waiting for us and looked at the four of us carefully, all wrapped up in overcoats and scarves, before he barked a welcome, sat and offered his paw. Quite the gentleman!
I'd told Tony went we arranged the visit that I wanted to tell him and Roo about things that had happened at Ulvescott. He realised it was about Piers so there was no question - Matt and I were directed to that room, while he and Roo went into the Horsebox..
We had a quick clean up and wandered down for lunch. Fried eggs and hot toast! Just the thing for a cold day. Mrs Brown was in a very jolly mood and plied us with a third egg each just to make sure we had enough. To be polite we accepted them graciously!
We spent the afternoon having a look at all the repair work being done.
In fact, Mr Abbott had been contacted again and had supplied a lot more things and Mrs Crossley said at tea-time she had Hans plus two other POWs doing all sorts of repairs. If only she could get some paint. Tony found out what colours she wanted and got permission to telephone home. He said he knew his father had got paint for a couple of his properties. Enough said, war- time or not, Mr Marcham said he thought he might have a source! I think what with me knowing George Abbott and keen-eared Tony hearing conversations his father had had on the 'phone that Mrs Crossley was more than pleased with extending invitations to us boys. Perhaps, in the future if she needed a submarine Matt might come in useful!
The three Land Girls were at dinner that evening and we found out that Diana had at long last got engaged, too. That only left Lizzie! When we were in the bathroom getting ready for bed I asked Roo if he fancied her as she seemed available and he should now be old enough as he was sixteen and just about big enough, pointing at a half-erect six inches, to make her happy. I had to leap out of the way quickly or I might not have been able to produce any more little jiggers myself. That night we all started off in one room. Tony commanded Matt and me to parade improperly dressed in the Horsebox. A good time was had by all, twice, before Matt and I wandered back to our room and slept soundly.
After breakfast on Sunday morning we decided to accompany the ladies to church.. We felt that having been invited it was a good thing to do. Actually, it was better than I expected and with the four of us joining in 'Praise my Soul the King of Heaven' quite lustily it wasn't too bad. I think we made quite an impression on the congregation who, as usual, deferred very much to Mrs Crossley. Someone else in the congregation who came up to our group afterwards was the Duchess, Lady Bing's daughter. She said mother had a cold but was otherwise OK - at least, she didn't say OK, but that mother was steadily improving. She said she hoped I and anyone else would visit if we were at Ulvescott for Easter. I got quite a smile from her.
Tony hadn't mentioned my conversation with him to the others, but when we got back after the service we four went into the study, ostensibly to read books, but we sat round the table as Tony said he wanted to hear what I had to say. He'd told me he was going to do this so when I went up to the bathroom to have a pee on arrival back from the church I carried the three diaries back down with me.
Roo hadn't seen the medal that Piers' had won so I showed that first. Then I said I wanted to tell them a number of things and I would like them to keep them secret as I didn't know how to explain them and they also involved other people. I had given quite a bit of thought to what I was going to say though, and first I said things seemed to be happening because I was related to Piers.
At this Tony smiled and nodded, Roo looked at me quizzically and Matt, knowing some of the happenings leant forward to listen more carefully. I thought I would try to tell things in some sort of order so I started with the general family tree bit and finding out that not only was I related on two strands but I resembled Piers as well. Matt nodded and murmured he'd noticed that from the photos. When I said about the description of both Piers and me having a strawberry birthmark in the same place Roo whistled and said he'd seen mine. Then he said 'not only in bed'!
I then took out the diaries and we all agreed that the code of dots and crosses could only mean one thing. Tony said he also used the same code which made Matt's ears prick up. I then said the next things I told them I wanted their promise not to divulge to anyone else. They all nodded solemnly. I then recounted the two occurrences with Tom. I showed them the diary with the entry about the lad being insistent and then where his name had been crossed out. I then showed them the entry for Miles Buchan and said it was uncanny that he had almost the same surname as Tom - Buchan, Buchanan, and that he'd been killed about the same time as Piers. Also I said that Tom seemed to have remembered little or nothing about either incident and I hadn't enquired further. I said I felt if he wanted to say more I would wait.
Roo wanted to know more about 'second sight' and I admitted I didn't know much, only what his mother had said about him knowing things. Tony then explained all about it as he'd read a book which had details in it.
I then said the next things I would tell them were very private. I told them I'd met my two new cousins in the summer for the first time and had got on very well with them. Matt butted in and said he'd liked them immediately when he'd met them at the wedding and Tony said he'd taken to Flea at New Year. I explained that we'd made a sort of pact between us. The boys had lost their father and depended very much on each other. I had become almost a new brother to them and we'd become very close. I didn't know how to explain the next bit as I'd fucked all three of them, Tony, Roo and Matt, as my close friends. I wanted to say, and I think I managed it, to make the point that with Lachs and Flea it was more than just pleasure between good or close friends but it was something which sealed a very deep relationship which was hard to put into words.
It wasn't as difficult to get that out as I had expected. They all nodded and said they understood. I was glad of that as I didn't want our friendships to be diminished in any way. I then said how we three, Lachs, Flea and I had decided that these were acts between us and us alone and that while at Ulvescott Flea and I had finished the sequence. I then said that after my night with Flea he said the strange thing that he knew Piers had been there. I said I'd experienced that warm breeze but I'd thought it most likely to be the warmth from the radiator. I then brought out the third diary and showed them the entries for January 1918. I said it was as if I was drawn to read them.
They each read them slowly. Tony smiled and said he saw the code. It was ingenious and although he'd looked at the diaries several times he'd never noticed it.
We explained it to Roo and Matt. It was Matt who suddenly sat back, eyes wide open.
"When were you here? When did you two do it?" he asked very quietly. I said nothing. He nodded. "It was on those days this year, eh?" I nodded again.
He got up and came round the table and hugged me. "I said you belonged here. I knew that!"
Tony then got up and came round and hugged me as well. "You know, Jacko, Ulvescott's your home. Dad said that it was after you'd gone off after you came and had tea in the New Year. He said he remembered Piers, he'd only been twelve or so when he got killed, but remembered him from visits to Ulvescott as a boy. He said you are so like him. Looks, mannerisms - and very bright!" He gave me a slight thump on the shoulder blade then. "I think you're very bright, too, it's a bit wearing, cousin dear, having to work so hard to try and beat you!"
I think Roo was a bit overwhelmed with all the tale and asked me to repeat bits and he looked at the diaries carefully again. He shook his head.
"It must be true. And Tom. He found that black market stuff and the dog as well. I suppose he could have seen scuff marks or heard the dog but that doesn't explain those two incidents in the room and calling you Piers." He paused. "It's funny. I always feel safe here. We know there's a war on and the siren goes at home and we think we might be bombed, but here, I have never felt afraid or worried. It's as if someone is looking after us here."
We were a bit sombre after all that and, I think, we all had things to think about. As a diversion Matt and I told them about Nobbo and Cleggy's latest effort. This was greeted with hoots of laughter from Tony and Roo. We had to explain in great detail what we did and what we saw and Matt and I both said that Cleggy and Nobbo would have two willing participants as soon as school started again. I think they were a bit miffed still that they hadn't been involved in the spunk-measuring episode but they were, for sure, not going to miss out on this one.
The rest of the stay passed so quickly. On Monday we tidied up two of the cellar rooms and found an assortment of ancient kitchen gear - including an old knife grinder, a butter churner, a couple of enormous mincing machines and enough old cutlery and pots and pans to equip several smaller kitchens. Tony said nothing was to be thrown away - it was all family heirlooms - giving me a smiling look!
Tuesday was a rather watery day so, as we had very conscientiously, brought schoolwork to do, Tony went over some English questions with us and I did a Maths revision and sorted out for Roo and Matt how to do quadratic equations by completing the square.
Equations weren't the only thing we completed by the square, two boys by two boys equals four boys. Each night we started off in the Horsebox. We dutifully made sure everyone shared everyone else equally and concentrated solely, as far as Matt and I were concerned, on sucking. Each night Matt and I shot two loads of boycream. I had the impression that after we left that Tony and Roo spent another load in another way. I was quite convinced that Tony was being fucked regularly by Roo in any case, as I'd caught a couple of snippets of conversation which suggested this. I think as I'd said the encounters with Lachs and Flea were so important to me any further involvement with Tony and Roo, going as far as that in particular, was never suggested. I think Matt was quite happy with our encounters as they were. Perhaps, sometime at home I might venture further with him again.
Those few days I had the chance to examine Matt much more carefully. He was getting on for sixteen and a half and was now very much the young adult. I had noticed his voice was now much deeper and his Adam's Apple very prominent - especially when I licked him under the neck and he threw his head back in response. I would think his cock had grown as long as it would be. It seemed the same length as at the wedding, but now a bit fatter. He was getting very hairy. His legs had whorls of curly black hair on the backs of this thighs and there was thick black growth on the front of his thighs and on his legs down below his knees. What was also becoming apparent was the straggly hairs growing round his nipples and the beginnings of fine black hairs around them.
Of all my friends I think Matt was the most mature. I thought of Flea, a year younger, still with cock growth and hair growth to come. His brother, Lachs, just a bit older than Matt had finished growing, at least in height. His cock, however, was thick and long for his body size but having fair hair he certainly couldn't look as hairy as Matt. Matt was a bit taller than me. I guessed about five feet ten and he was sturdy with it. I hoped I would grow a bit more as well - Nobbo was now, although younger than me, the tallest boy in the class. Tom, my husky friend, was going to be even bigger than his brother, I thought. He had a broad chest and very rugged-looking legs. The work we had been doing with the weights had paid off for both of us. I made sure I hefted my weights eighty times each evening and I had quite marked biceps now and had compared them with Tom only the week before. He laughed then about how we had bested Dunc and said poor old Dunc didn't know whether to laugh or be angry over what I'd done to him at Christmas. I said he'd helped me and I'd only stopped him making a mess on Dunc's kilt because he was pulling his pud for him when I stopped him. We had a friendly wrestle after that and I pulled his pud and he sucked me! So, with Roo and Tony as two horny youngsters as well and still growing with it, I think me and my friends were doing pretty well.
Back home Ma was looking pleased. She'd had a favourable reply from the bearded man in Bloomsbury about her book. A few amendments and he would accept it for publication ready for the Christmas market. Needless to say she was well into her second book. I did a surreptitious snoop and found the title was 'The Case of Don Juan's Castanets'. At least that was what Ma's writing looked like. It seems her policeman who solves the crimes is Inspector Tom Buck. That sounded familiar.
Back at school on Monday after half-term the Head Beak announced that the series of runs for the Lane Cups and medals would be Wednesday the twenty first of March and hoped that with Mr Pearce's help we would all make it a memorable day. Rabbity twitched his nose as the HB said that and I guessed more boy torture would be aimed at getting us in trim for that day.
The rest of the term went in a haze of work. We were all under pressure to do well in the next term's exams and, I think, we were all determined to do our best. Even Mrs Riley seemed pleased at our progress and I was able to pass on to selected compatriots some of Rhys's choicer comments about Midsummer Night's Dream.
I didn't have a chance to talk to Mike as he started to go to the labs for help with his maths as Pa was even more busy with a new project. Still, if he was going to be a priest perhaps he might be able to explain all my thoughts sometime in the future. At present I was too busy even to think of anything other than the Geography of North America and Continental Europe, History between 1750 and 1914, Midsummer Night's Dream, the Scholar Gypsy and, joy of joys, the Hound of Heaven, plus all the Maths, Science and the intricacies of absolvo, absolvi, absolutum, absolere, and so on, and so on!
At the beginning of March Matt woke up to the fact that if he didn't do some training he wouldn't get his body round five miles of cross-country track and he needed to have something positive to put on his application to the Naval College. He was very pleased, in any case, as he was chosen for the First XV again for a return match against the Catholic School. And then to crown that he was also chosen for the Easter tour at Fensham again. So, he was pleased as Punch. Two things to enhance his prospects. I said if he wanted to do some running he should get up a bit earlier, not lie in bed contemplating his usual morning erection and make the effort to catch me up. He said it was only because I didn't get morning hardons that I went running. Whoops. Poor Matt's face was a picture when he realised he had impugned my youthful sexual urges.
"Oh, Jacko!" he exclaimed, "I didn't mean that." He grinned then. "I know you have them, just like me, I've seen them!"
I laughed and said he'd hurt me to the quick. It was quick. We left off contemplating the calculation of arcs of a circle and concentrated on experimentally measuring the circumference of cylinders, not by winding a piece of string round them, but by looping a finger and thumb. Matt said mine was pretty even along its main length and I concurred about his.
Tom was another who was chosen both for the match and for the tour and he said he'd better practice his running in the evening after school because of his morning paper round. So, Matt and I met up in the mornings and, although, he was a bit rusty, he soon built up a steady pace and the last two mornings before the race we comfortably did five miles.
I think the Fifth Year race was a foregone conclusion. I won, with Tom just behind me with Matt in third place. The others were way, way behind and we came in well before some of the Sixth Formers had done their six miles. In fact, all three of us had broken the Fifth Year record. The Head Beak next day was full of praise and the three of us blushed rosily. He announced that the Cups and medals this year would be awarded on Speech Day next term.
I put my hand in my trouser pocket and felt Piers' medal. Ma, at my insistence had sown a small pocket in my running shorts and I had carried the medal with me during the run. It was now my constant companion and I knew it, and Piers, had helped me to win.
So, with that all over, it left just one more week before term ended and I would be meeting up with Lachs and Flea again.
To be continued:...............