Easter Rugger Tours

(mast/oral/anal)

Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws of your country or district please desist. If you are a bigot or prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to yourself. Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome. What follows is a fictionalised account of what might have happened.....in several instalments.......

Easter Rugger Tours - Before and After (-05)

By Joel

Chapter Seven: Cambridge, The Dream and Billy's Performances:

I was late getting to Gerry's and he wanted to know where I'd been. I explained about Billy and he was as concerned as I had been about Billy's sadness. We resolved not to leave him out of our friendships.

Contrary to Billy's predictions I didn't have any adventures that evening after Scouts. We spent a lot of the time rehearsing the parade for next Monday and I went home deafened by the drum and bugle band which had thumped and blasted for what seemed like hours. That night in bed I had two wanks, one for Paul and one for Billy and was glad I had got such good and faithful friends.

Paul and I only managed two satisfactory sessions before he went off to Cambridge again. Term went on and I became more involved with the couplings and triplings and even more multiples in Gerry's basement. Although Gerry and Charley were constantly together now, Kish and Dave Richards were often around so with Billy and me there was always something going on in the basement. Gerry said poor Charley couldn't get over the depictions in the wank-mags and demanded they try out every position portrayed. I found Kish alone there one afternoon gently masturbating while he flicked through the pages, shaking his head in disbelief and we all wondered where some of the young men were bred because none of us had ever seen the length of some of the cocks displayed. A small matter such as that was of no consequence. The six of us were very happy, getting our `sudden urges' satisfied regularly and working together at the same time on our various school subjects.

Two particular highlights of the term, for me, were, being called up for an interview at Cambridge and then the school play. Of course, my trip to Cambridge meant I would be seeing Paul again sooner than I thought. The letter said I had to see Dr Bell in his rooms at 2.30 on the Friday afternoon and accommodation would be arranged in College for Friday night. I travelled by bus to Cambridge on Friday morning and Paul met me at the bus station and took me to lunch, not in his College as he said the food was foul! He said it was common knowledge that Dr Bell was a very highly respected mathematician but could be a bit daunting. My knees were knocking a bit when I rapped on his door at the top of a winding stair in a very ancient building. Dr Bell was very short, with twinkling blue eyes and I didn't think at all daunting at first acquaintance. I followed him into a room crammed with books and papers and three large blackboards fixed to one long wall. He asked me about Gerald Jackson and I learned they had been undergraduates together. Then the inquisition started. I was led over to one of the boards where there was a complicated looking proof. I recognised the type of problem but I also knew there was something wrong. I plucked up courage to say so.

Dr Bell beamed at me. "Good lad," he said, "Have the courage of your convictions. What's wrong with it?"

I worked slowly down the proof and spotted a line where the reasoning was wrong. I pointed it out and he beamed again, nodded and led me to the second board. A massive equation was displayed there. He told me what the first two lines meant and then asked me to follow through as much as I could. I recognised a technique Dr Jackson had gone over with me. Again, something seemed to be not quite right. Again, I said so.

Dr Bell asked "Why?"

I floundered through as much as I could and when I was silent he said "Come and sit down and we'll look at something else."

As I went past the third board I glanced at it. It was an incomplete proof.

Something caught my eye. I knew what the answer would be but I couldn't see why. I said so to Dr Bell. He handed me a piece of chalk. I wrote down the solution, then went back and did a couple of lines, but I was stuck then. He was so short he only came up to my chest in height but he patted me on the back.

"You've done more than my best second year student did this morning," he said, "You do the entrance exam and you can come here. Let me show you."

He then, slowly and carefully went through the rest of the solution, pausing at each step and I was able to say I could see what he was doing. We sat at his desk and for the next two hours, which flashed by, I learned so much I knew I wanted to be a mathematician. In fact, we went on until we were disturbed by a light tap on the door. It was Paul. He and Dr Bell obviously knew each other well even though Paul was only a second year student in another college. He welcomed him in and said if I wanted to come and stay in college for a time after Christmas he would tutor me. Paul grabbed me and hugged me while Dr Bell beamed at us both.

As Paul and I went down the winding stairway I asked him how he knew Dr Bell. He said Gerald Jackson had told him to contact him if he had any trouble over how he was. I was rather startled.

"Does Dr Jackson know about us?" I asked rather confused.

"Oh, yes", said Paul, "You've never guessed about him as well?"

I was silent while Paul led me round. I was also silent as he showed me some of the sights of Cambridge and then said he would stay with me overnight and then I was to stay with him until Sunday morning when I had to catch my bus back.

We had dinner at the Blue Boar in Trinity Street and then Paul took me back to Dr Bell's college where, after carefully locking the door to the rather Spartan bedroom he slowly undressed me. After he had taken off his clothes we started to make slow, passionate love. Our kisses were sensuous, tongues entwined, then he roused me even further by licking my chin, round my neck, down to my nipples and gradually further and further down until the tip of my fully erect cock met his lips. I was so far gone with ecstasy that I didn't realise the noise I was making. He quickly slid up me and closed my open mouth with his.

"Shuh," he whispered, "If you make so much noise the whole of the staircase will be in demanding satisfaction and I only want you."

His slow descent down my body started again and my cock was in his mouth being gently massaged until I knew it wouldn't be long before I would come. He sensed this and rolled over onto his back on the narrow bed, presenting me with a tube of jelly as he did so.

"I want you so badly," he said, "Fuck me, Jamie!"

I lubricated his pucker and kissed his lovely cock as I did it. His groans were just as loud as mine. I drew his legs up and centred my knob end on his slit and pushed. He opened up and the whole of my seven inches flowed in with almost no resistance. I fucked him slowly knowing that on each inward thrust my knob gave him a great jolt of satisfaction. In fact, it must have been so intense for him he came quite suddenly, gushing out a stream of hot, silvery spunk up his chest and onto his chin. His internal muscles clamped on me and my whole being was sucked out of me. My cock pulsed and pulsed as spurt after spurt of me entered him, deep, deep inside. He dropped his legs as I lay down on him, still embedded in him, my prick still hard and still pulsing in time with the contractions of his internal muscles. We kissed and clung to each other, passing our love between us and then, carefully, we turned on our sides with him peacefully impaled on my shaft and slept. I awoke, at least a couple of hours later, in the same position. The light by the bed was still on and Paul was looking straight into my eyes.

"Again," he whispered.

This time I fucked him as we lay, our mouths locked ours arms holding each other so tightly we were as one. I fucked him slowly, slowly, slowly, until the build-up was so intense I had to gasp. He held me even tighter as my second climax, so much greater than the first, burst from deep in the base of me. I felt my balls contract then pour a seemingly unending load of my spunk far inside him. We slept again until about five o'clock in the morning when I fucked him for the third time. This time he shot a load so immense I thought he would never stop. Mine was buried within but I knew it was monumental as well. We both woke again about eight o'clock and my cock was still hard as I drew it out of him.

"You're the horniest monster I think I've ever met," he whispered as he saw my erection.

"And you're the only monster I want to be with," I said.

We lay entwined for about another hour until he said we'd better get up or we would be disturbed by the bedder who was due at ten to clear up the room. Of course, the washing facilities were primitive but we made ourselves presentable and I packed up my possessions and got ready to leave. After all that slow, relentless activity I was absolutely starving. Paul grinned when I told him and said he'd planned our day, starting with a late breakfast. As I handed in my key at the Porter's Lodge the Head Porter called out, "Mr Tanner, a letter from Dr Bell." It was a formal offer of an Exhibition in Mathematics at the college on condition I passed the entrance exam. It was all I could do from hugging Paul on the spot. That day passed in a whirl. First of all I 'phoned my parents to tell them the news.

Then even though it was the end of October Paul insisted we went on a punt on the Cam. We looked at colleges, and ate and drank. We watched the eights training and commented, sotto voce, on some of the nice bodies straining on the oars. Paul pointed out one lad who he said had his eye on him and lived on the same staircase and, if I didn't mind, he might make a move himself. I said I didn't like to be teased like that and said if I heard anything was happening I would personally castrate the pair of them.

"Before or after?" asked Paul, digging me in the ribs.

"While you were doing it," I said.

I actually told him I trusted him and if he felt he wanted the lad he could.

I confessed that `The Six' were at it all the time. He grinned and said he knew as Billy had written to say what a good friend I was. Good for Billy, I thought. He then added that I wasn't to neglect Billy and he and I could do as we liked because he knew I was also faithful to him.

That night I was to spend in his room. A bit more spacious than the one the night before. I was introduced to several of his fellow inmates on the stairway, including the rather strapping young lad who we had seen rowing that afternoon and no one seemed at all fazed about Paul having someone to stay. Paul said no one bothered if you had a male friend to stay the night but girlfriends or `young ladies from the women's colleges' were not allowed!

We had another slap-up meal that evening, paid for by a very generous Dad who had pressed four five pound notes - a tremendous sum - on me on Thursday evening when wishing me well. We sat and chatted for a while when we got back to his room but soon we were undressing and without anything being said were head to cock on his bed. His cock seemed even bigger than during the summer and he said the same thing about mine. Perhaps we were both on a final growth spurt which I would have to check up with Gerry, his ruler and his charts. We sucked each other off twice before settling down in bed. Paul said he was so proud of me and wanted me to be happy and successful. I knew with him and my other friends I couldn't go wrong.

As we both got horny again I insisted he should fuck me. His prick was bigger. I needed quite a bit of lubrication even though I'd had Billy's thick monster in place on Wednesday. Paul's was thick and long and he used it to raise me to heights of passion I wished would never end. I wanted more and more of him and held him tight by squeezing my muscles as I felt his bush of hair brush against my tight balls. My spunk squirted out as he relentlessly thrust his prick into my willing body. He came in long, forceful spurts inside me soon after I had emptied myself with jets of warm spunk squirting right up over my face and onto the pillow beyond. He fucked me again in the same intense way as dawn came and when he roused me at nine o'clock I didn't want to disentangle myself from his breathtaking clutches. I broke down and wept and startled Paul who thought I must be unhappy about something. I wasn't. I was gloriously happy and they were tears of happiness. I told him more about how sad Billy had been and Paul again said I must never neglect him and I agreed. We parted at the bus station later that morning and I sat all the way, nearly missing my connection, pondering over the whole wonderful weekend.

After arriving home to joyful parents I 'phoned Billy to tell him the news. He couldn't ask me too much on the 'phone but said we would celebrate soon! He also said he was spending a lot of time learning his lines. Oh, dear, I thought, I'd better do the same. The reason was we had parts in the school play to be performed in the last week of November. It was "A Midsummer's Night's Dream"! Appropriate for the start of winter? Anyway, our head of English, Fergie Potter, had decided that this was the play to do as a) he wanted to perform it as in Elizabethan times with an all-male cast, and b) he wanted Billy as Bottom.

Billy was always in the school play and this year was to be no exception. Fergie said he would be perfect in the part. Of course, this caused a bit of hilarity with our little clique as we said Billy was quite happy being top' or bottom' so it was an ideal part for him. Kish was cast as Oberon and Gorgeous Gerry was to be Titania. This caused even more merriment but he said it was an honour to be chosen and he would be able to shag Kish on stage in full view of the audience. We pointed out that it was Bottom who did the shagging and Gerry said "Him as well!" Varun was to be Puck and I was to be Snout the tinker with a chink in his wall. Fergie was very adept at casting! A set of statuesque twins, Richard and Christopher Tracey, in the First Year Sixth were cast as the two girls and Nads Conway, the Captain of Hockey , was an imperious Theseus. Nads got his nickname not because of the size or shape of his organs but because, as a shy First Former, having heard the word used by someone and realising they were something unknown but anatomical, piped up in a Biology lesson and asked the master what were `gonads'. He'd been Nads ever since and rumour had it even his mother referred to him in that way and only called him Leslie when she was annoyed with him.

As rehearsals went on we found that Mee and Smye were drafted in as the rude mechanicals' attendants and Billy personally selected the sweetest of the First Years as Titania's little helpers. A big surprise was that Gerry's mum did the wigs and make-up and we all looked absolutely stunning. Varun darted about the stage clad only in the smallest of loincloths and a broad smile, much to everyone's delight. The performances were a huge success. Billy brought the house down every evening. His parents and mine were there for the first night and immediately booked for the last night as well.

The next weekend we had a big match and Dad and Mum were booked to go down to see one of my sisters as her brat, Anthony David James Hanford, was to be six. I detested the child, even though my sister had given him two of my names, as I thought he was very spoilt. Daddy was a solicitor and also played rugger but I always found him to be a pompous prat so, even though I always got on well with my sister and loved her dearly, I was glad of the excuse of the match not to go as well. I think they were also secretly pleased as some sleeping space would have had to be found for a great hulk like me.

I solved the problem of companionship for the weekend by getting Billy to stay with me. He jumped at the chance and he decided he would also stay Friday night as well as Saturday night. I told him as it was important that we won the match that he wasn't to tire me out on the Friday night and he certainly wasn't going to be exhausted either. He merely winked and said "Just wait, me lad!"

Well, Friday night wasn't a problem as we both agreed once was enough so we had a very satisfactory sixty-nine and then slept soundly. It was a good job we had a good night's rest as the school team we played against were very good and very strong. We were behind in the score right up to the last five minutes when one of our wings grabbed the ball, made a desperate run for the line and just made it as four or five of their lot piled on top of him. It was up to me to convert. Not too bad, a slight angle and I just made it. We won, by one point. Billy was so pleased he thumped everyone on the back to congratulate them and, good sport as he was, commiserated with the Captain of the other side.

It had been a tough game and all of us were full of aches and pains so when Billy and I arrived home we had to daub each other with embrocation. Billy was in a skittish mood so I had to watch where he was rubbing the stuff as I certainly didn't want any near my knackers. I threatened retribution if he even accidently anointed any sensitive part of my anatomy. He had an evil grin on his face all the time so I wondered what he had planned for later.

I left him in charge of getting the table laid while I took Mum's car to the fish and chip shop. I got good helpings again as the lad was serving that night as well. He grinned this time and didn't blush - I nearly suggested he might like to come round after he'd finished as a nice present for Billy, but thought better of it! Anyway, when I got back home again Billy had set out everything immaculately. We had fish and chips and a bottle of Dad's best Chardonnay, an excellent mixture for a boys' evening in, and after washing up went straight upstairs to bed. It was only half past eight!

We had another shower, mainly to get rid of the stink of wintergreen. In any case if I was going to use my tongue on Billy I didn't want to be lapping up the remains of a liberal application of Sloan's Liniment. I needn't have worried. As soon as we got back to the bedroom I was Rugby tackled and dumped on the bed with Billy kneeling over me holding my arms out so I couldn't retaliate. Then he started licking. Under my chin, a number one turn on for me. I squirmed and threw my head back and moaned. Billy's tongue then went on a lightning tour of all my erogenous zones, stopping briefly on lips, nipples, armpits, navel, up and down my ribs and then lapping at my more than horny dong. He let go of my arms but I just kept them spread out as he continued, never stopping long at any point, while I, to coin a phrase, lapped it up! Somehow he had managed to get some Vaseline on his fingers as next thing I knew he was sucking my cock and inserting the first of three fingers into my hole. He left my cock and licked up to my chest and attacked first, my right nipple, then, secondly, my left. His second finger entered me and as he locked his lips on mine I felt myself being stretched by his third finger.

He finger and tongue-fucked me for several minutes. I was nearly on the verge of cumming without him touching my shaft. He lifted his head.

"I promised you when I came to see you when I was all upset that I would fuck you rigid, so it's tonight, Jamie, `Be Prepared!'

With that he lay over me between my legs. I automatically lifted them and put them over his shoulders. I was ready and waiting. Not for long though. I felt his oh-so-hard rod press straight on my still open hole as his fingers were withdrawn. I pushed down as the whole of his knob-end plunged into me. I gasped. Not with pain but the suddenness of it. He stopped a moment and stuck his tongue into my open mouth. Then with slight thrusts I felt his whole thick length enter me completely. We lay still, our tongues battling for supremacy, our unfocussed eyes staring fixedly at each other. Very gently, his hips began to move and his prick was withdrawn and pushed back just a tiny amount. Each time he moved it was so positioned that my inner gland was rubbed. In return I was keeping the same rhythm squeezing his cock with my butt muscles and trying not to scream out in ecstasy.

We kept this up for what seemed like ages until Billy withdrew his tongue and whispered, "Oh my God, I'm gonna come!"

He quickened up his thrusts although the movement in and out remained the same. He collapsed on top of me gasping for breath as he shot the most stupendous amount of spunk deep inside me. He was still twitching as his belly rested on my dick and this was enough for me to shoot as well. I produced loads of creamy spunk and I felt it gush up between us in warm surges. His mouth met mine again and we breathed for each other, open-mouthed, forcing the oxygen into each other's lungs. We fell over sideways. I still had his hefty dong in me and no sign that it was shrivelling. I put my arms round him and we lay together still tonguing each other as we relaxed. That is, we relaxed, not our cocks, as mine as well was still quite rigid.

"Fuck me again, please, Billy," I whispered after about twenty minutes.

He started the tiny hip movements again and I could feel his hairy bush tickling my balls. He fucked me like this for the best part of an hour giving me the most wonderful feelings which sent the whole of my body into periodic frenzies where the internal, animal passions took over and I could not, and didn't want, to control them. In essence, he was fucking me rigid. I was so far gone I couldn't control even my voice or the noises I was making and when I shot my second load I just gave vent to the most horrendous howl. Billy immediately clamped his mouth over mine again and speeded up his thrusts and within a minute also howled as his second charge of hot cum filled me even more.

As he lay panting I watched his tightly closed eyes. There was a stream of tears running down his face onto his nose and down his cheek. I licked his salty tears and whispered, "Are you OK, Billy?"

"Oh yes," he murmured, "I'm so happy, being here but I want to do my best in the future."

I asked him what he meant. A serious talk with your best friend's thick cock still gouging out a massive chasm in your internal arrangements might seem not quite what one wanted. But, Billy was both happy and concerned. I clasped him even tighter.

"Tell me, Billy," I said, nuzzling his cheek.

"I don't know what to do. I'm leaving school next year and I don't know what to do," he said almost plaintively.

I giggled, perhaps unadvisedly.

"Don't repeat yourself, Billy," I said reprovingly, "What would you like to do? Think of what you're good at."

"Don't know," he said, haltingly, "I like History and I like acting."

"Well," I said, "Think about those then."

I wanted more of Billy than his worries at the moment. We could talk about such things in the privacy of the school not in the privacy of my bed. He lapsed into silence so I took the initiative.

"Come on, Billy, let's go and have a shower and then it's my turn."

He flashed me the evil grin again.

"Fucked you rigid and now it's your turn, eh? What are you going to do?"

"Wait and see!"

With that I moved sideways and Billy's still half-erect cock slid out. I knew I was well-filled with his spunk and luckily I'd put a large towel down on the bed. I clenched my buttocks and made for the bathroom. I sat on the loo and expelled Billy's outpourings. He came and stood in front of me, laughing as I strained.

"Come on, Jamie, you've got to wash all your spunk off my chest."

I looked down and saw I was also liberally coated with the drying remains of my creamy outbursts. I stood up.

"And you've got to clean me up, too!"

We went into the shower and soaped each as the hot water cascaded down. Billy gently cleaned me internally with his fingers and I started to get another hardon.

"Bloody hell, Jamie," he exclaimed, "You've only just come twice and you're wanting it again."

"Wait until I get you into bed," I threatened.

"But I'm hungry," riposted Billy.

"We'll raid the fridge and then watch out, I'm randy as hell!"

Billy grabbed a towel and dried himself rapidly and then threw me the towel.

Next thing he was haring down the stairs in the nude and I heard the fridge open and close. I put the towel over my shoulders after I'd dried myself and sauntered downstairs. Billy was sitting at the kitchen table, a large sandwich in one hand and his cock in the other.

"Want a bit?" he asked.

"Of what?"

"Either!"

I grabbed at the sandwich, which he handed over and I took a bite.

"Now make your own," he instructed, "Or you don't have my body!"

I laughed and prepared another couple of sandwiches, one of which Billy wolfed down together with about a pint of orange squash. He burped loudly, slapped me on the back.

"Second course upstairs, eh?"

After w got back into bed, lying on a clean towel, it was my turn to start the ball rolling. Actually I started the balls rolling as I felt down between us and took Billy's pendulous young bollocks in my left hand and hefted them so they bounced one after the other in my palm. My right hand found a nipple which I began to caress gently with a wetted fingertip. Billy was now the one to moan and groan. I had located where he'd put the Vaseline so I rescued it and dipped my fingers into it and moved from his balls to between his legs. He parted his legs and drew his knees up slightly. My first finger entered him very easily and he moaned louder. I began to be a bit more rough on his nipple and pushed a second finger in and then a third and as his mouth opened I stuck my tongue in so our opening manoeuvre was almost repeated, now with me in charge. My cock was now fully erect so I rolled on top of him and pointed the head at his pucker. I thrust forward and went up to the hilt in one slow, forceful lunge.

I wanted to fuck him so badly I couldn't wait. My body and cock took over as I pulled almost out and pushed in fully getting faster and faster accompanied by full-throated cries from Billy.

"Fuck me, Jamie, harder, harder, go on, fuck me!"

I speeded up and my movements were so intense I felt the sweat streaming down off my neck and between my pecs. Billy kept up the litany of exhortations until with my ramrod going at full throttle I felt the spunk in my balls begin to boil up and I shot another full load this time fully and deeply inside Billy.

Billy's pleas changed as I inhaled and leaned up.

"Wank me, wank me, please, please, wank me, quick, quick,.........!"

I grabbed his thick cock and pulled his foreskint back and wrenched the skin down as far and as roughly as I could.

He screamed "AHHHHHHHH......!"

Then as I pulled down even harder, "More, more, I want more," he wheezed through gritted teeth.

I gave him more. I used as much force as I dared and my fist was gripping so hard and flying so fast I wondered if I might injure him.

There was a final "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH" from Billy and a huge fountain of spunk flew straight up in the air from his slit. I swear it must have gone upwards at least three feet. He wasn't only the highest pisser but, I bet, he would have broken all-comers' records for the high jump in spunk! The stream of pearly cum sploshed down onto his chest. He grabbed my hand to stop me beating his meat.

"Oh Christ, Jamie, that's never been so good. How did you do that? Oh God, I want that again, but not now!"

He put his arms up and, this time, I was grabbed and bonded to him, with his load of spunk. I was still hard as iron and rammed right up inside him. We rolled onto our sides and fell asleep.

I woke up gradually at about one o'clock. The light was still on and Billy was snoring quietly. My still firm prick was trapped inside Billy. I inched my way out and all Billy did was grunt in his sleep. I went to the bathroom and washed my cock and the dried cum off my chest. I crept back into bed, switched the light out and spooned myself against Billy's broad back, my arm over his chest, and slept the sleep of the innocent.

In the morning I woke first and went downstairs and brewed up a pot of tea and took it back upstairs. I woke Billy up slowly with nuzzles and kisses and he looked rather startled when he opened his eyes.

"Oh God, Jamie," he said, with some relief, "I wondered where I was." He stretched his arms up. "Come back to bed for a moment I want to tell you how I feel."

In the next few minutes Billy poured his heart out, he was so happy to have such good friends and never wanted us all to part. When he had finished, without saying anything, we moved around and sucked each other off, slowly and sensuously until we had both come pouring our friendship offerings into each other's open and willing throats. After we had shared spunk on our tongues I poured the still hot tea and we sat up in bed like `an old married couple' as Billy said and tried to decide what we would do for the rest of the day. Decisions, decisions. The first one we took was at ten o'clock when Billy's hand reached for my prick and he gently wanked me to my fifth climax since last evening. The feelings in my cock and balls were terrific even if, this time, my outflow was rather limited. Naturally, I had to give Billy the same and he came, like me, to an almost dry culmination. We lay huddled together until almost eleven when hunger got the better of Billy so we showered once again, this time got dressed and went and scoffed cereals and toast and marmalade.

Being good lads and even better students we settled down and did a couple of hours work before I stuck the two prepared dinners from the freezer into the oven. As celebration of our overwhelming sexual prowess we had two glasses of sherry each before dinner and, after, nodded off on the settee, replete. I drove Billy home at six and returned to clean up and do more homework. What a wonderful weekend!

Chapter Eight: Christmas Comes but Once a Year, Poor Bugger!!

Term went steadily on and, although we didn't have another weekend session, Billy and I met up regularly with the others at Gerry's. Kish called Billy a boastful toad when he said we'd both come six times that weekend but I shut the gibes up by describing Billy's tremendous fountain. So, after rugger practice one Thursday we were all in Gerry's den when the others, obviously pre-planned, grabbed a not-very-protesting Billy, stripped him and ordered me to repeat the demonstration. As the others had roused Billy by a combination of licking and sucking on various parts of his anatomy my task was pretty easy and Billy did not disappoint. Perhaps the geyser was not quite so extreme in height but the volume of gism was impressive.

The day term ended Dad paid for another evening out for the lads and I was allowed up to a dozen. As well as the usual six, Paul, of cause, was home and included and I invited Varun, much to his delight, and the terrible pair, Smye and Mee, who were suitably impressed and, finally, the Tracey twins, as I'd been helping one of them, Chris, with his maths. There is one certainty in life, other than death and taxes, a good Italian restaurant knows how to fill the stomachs of growing boys! We left the place so full to bursting I didn't even have my nightly wank but fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

Christmas came and through some mis-planning on my mother's part, both my sisters, husbands and kids (my other sister had a four-year-old son) were invited as well as gran who had recovered somewhat - but it might be her last, my father said in hushed tones of mock gravity. The mis-planning was good for me as I volunteered, with Paul's connivance, to move across to the Phillips's for the duration. As they also had a couple of elderly relatives to stay as well I had to sleep with Paul. The only problem was that both of us, being a pair of horny bastards, could hardly keep from bellowing out each time we came. By the day after Boxing Day we had sucked and wanked each other so many times we had to blame our haggard looks on lack of sleep having to share a rather narrow bed not designed for two six- foot plus hulks. We didn't dare to try to have a fuck as neither of us could guarantee we wouldn't yell our heads off. In any case, the bed squeaked!

Not being able to have a fuck was solved after New Year when I when I went up to Cambridge with Paul to see Dr Bell again. Paul said that going back early would give him a chance of doing some much-needed reading and he would also be able to keep an eye on me. Both mum and dad said I did need an eye on me and I wondered even then if my parents had an inkling into our true relationship?

Arrangements had been made for me to stay in college for three nights. I was to see Dr Bell at nine o'clock on two days running for tutorials. So, Paul and I set off early in the morning to get to Cambridge and sort things out ready for my stay. I had the same room again and although Cambridge in January can be a bleak, cold place someone had prepared the fire and it was lit with a box of wood and coal beside it. Paul sniffed derisively when he saw it.

"At least I have a gas fire in my room. It's very primitive in this place!"

We made sure it was all stoked up and then went into the town for some lunch. After lunch we went to Paul's college and up to his room. He said as far as he knew the only person back on his staircase would be Jacob Van Zyl, the lad in the boat I had seen the previous term. Paul had told me over Christmas that he and Jacob had spent a couple of nights together, only wanking each other, and that I would like Jacob. He had told me he had come over from South Africa and there had been some trouble at his school and he nearly got expelled but took his exams and was shipped off to England rather than going to university over there. I was intrigued and Paul had said he hadn't enquired further but, no doubt, Jacob would tell him all the story some time.

Paul was making some tea when he looked out of the window.

"Talk of the bloody devil," he said and opened the window.

A cold blast of air blew in as he stuck his head out and bellowed.

"Hi Jacob! I'm back! Come up here you big thick boatie!"

He slammed the window shut and turned and grinned at me.

"That's rather rude for you, Paul," I said rather primly. "He can't be thick if he's here, can he?"

"No, but it's a tradition that all boatie's are thick and some of them are. They get in here because they'll be in the Boat Race and the other thickie's will be in the University Rugger team."

"But you play rugger for your college and you're not thick!"

"Look, they have to someone bright in the team to help them put their jockstraps on the right way round or else they wouldn't know which way to run!" he laughed. "Anyway, as I said, all boatie's are supposed to be thick and they say that boatie's think the ridge behind your knob- end is merely there to stop your hand from slipping off the end. Yes, and Jacob's got a nice ridge to prove it!"

With that there was a hefty knock on the door which burst open to reveal a very sweaty Jacob, dressed in track-suit top and running shorts and shoes.

"Hi Paul..." he started and then saw me.

His big grin disappeared and he looked rather disappointed, I thought. Was I being in the way? But no. The big grin reappeared.

"Hi, you must be Jamie, I did meet you last term for a minute or two, Paul's told me all about you...... and him!"

Oh Christ. What had Paul said. I turned to him. He grinned back at me too.

"Sorry Jamie, I should have introduced you, this blond bombshell is the lovely Jacob Van Zyl, from one of our better known colonies. He's the big thick boatie I shouted at through the window and as you can see he's into healthy sports." He turned to Jacob, "Where have you been?"

Jacob then said he'd just run to Grantchester and back and wanted some tea. While he was saying this I was looking at his legs. They were very muscular and still looked very tanned, but the most noticeable thing about them was the blond fur which covered them. His thighs below the revealing shorts were thickly covered in small, damp curls of hair and these continued down his shins. He turned slightly and I saw the backs of his thighs were even more abundantly forested. He had a mass of blond curly hair on his head and I wondered if he was as blond as that all over. Paul told him to take his stinking, sweaty body away and wash himself and he could have some tea in five minutes.

He waved and went off at a trot closing the door behind him. I heard his door open below and slam.

"Is he as blond as that all over?" I asked Paul.

He shook his head as if I were a naive infant.

"Wait and see. I'll ask him to show you, shall I? But I will tell you he doesn't have a tan line!"

Jacob was back in six minutes, dressed in shirt, pullover and trousers. It was obvious he and Paul were good friends. After a few minutes bantering and discussion about the new term to come I asked Jacob where he had been for Christmas. His face fell a bit. He looked at Paul and then at me and then it all poured out.

"Oh Paul," he said in a rush, "You know I was going to stay with Harry's folks? It was OK we had a good time over Christmas then one of the girls staying there latched onto me and the night before I was coming back here she came into my room at midnight and wanted me to fuck her. I said I wasn't into that sort of thing and luckily she thought it was because I was religious. I cottoned on to that and told her so but it was bloody awful. I wondered what she might say to Harry."

Paul stood up and put his arm round Jacob. "Don't worry Jacob, Harry's a big thick boatie like you but I bet he's never had the opportunity to have it away, yet. He'd just be jealous you'd been offered, even if you did refuse. In fact, knowing Harry, I should think he would be glad you two didn't fuck in his parents' house. His dad's very strait-laced isn't he?"

Jacob nodded and broke away from Paul's grasp. He looked at me.

"Sorry Jamie, I shouldn't have told you this, but it's been worrying me and Paul's told me you and he always tell each other everything."

I was getting to like Jacob more and more, his looks, his accent and he certainly wasn't thick. Especially his looks, he was much shorter than either Paul or me, about five nine I guessed, but he looked very strong. I was hoping I would see more of him!

"Yes, we do, " I said, "And we love each other too."

Jacob smiled, a lovely smile.

"I know," he said simply, "And I'm very jealous! I want you and Paul to love me too!"

This conversation was getting really heavy and Paul realised it so lightened it up. He told me a few things about college life and admitted Jacob wasn't thick. We got on really well and we decided to go out together for a meal that evening. After leaving the restaurant we'd walked with Jacob back to their college and Paul came back to the one I was staying in and announced he would be with me for the night because the place was haunted and he didn't want his little boy to be frightened. There was no one else in the rooms below me and all the ghosts were scared away by the howling and shrieking which came from us as we each shot our spunk three times that night. Paul was now getting more used to shagging me even though he said he still preferred to be sucked off. I wanted to be inside him as much and as long as possible so I shot my three loads deep into him at ten o'clock, twelve o'clock and three o'clock. I sucked him off in between the first and second times and then at six o'clock in the morning he lubricated me and fucked me slowly for nearly an hour before, with a roar, he also came for his third time. I thought, poor Jacob, probably having just a lonely wank that night.

Breakfast was a bit hurried as I had to be at Dr Bell's rooms on the dot of nine. Paul came with me to the bottom of the staircase. He poked me in the back, "Don't wear your poor brain to the bone, young Jamie, and when the bawdy hand of the dial is upon the prick of noon I'll be back." I wrinkled my nose at him and climbed the stairs and knocked, just as the college clock began striking.

Dr Bell was most effusive but he kept clutching his jaw. He explained we could only have a morning session that day as he had a dental appointment in the afternoon. However, the tutorial he gave me must have lessened his pain as he only grimaced a couple of times. Once was my fault when I said something really stupid working through a proof but I realised it straight away. The three hours sped by and I was engrossed in a problem when Paul knocked to take me to lunch. Dr Bell had given me a couple of problems to have a go at before the next day and we wished him well at the dentists.

Chapter Nine: Jacob and his Story:

Paul had been out that morning and bought some food for lunch and after that we both settled down to do some work. At four he made tea and came and sat by me at the desk which I had commandeered. He put his hand on my knee and stroked my thigh through my trousers.

"Ready for anything?" he asked.

"Mmmn," I murmured, feeling my cock stirring.

We moved over to his bed and stripped off and began to suck each other off very leisurely. I didn't hear anyone knock but the next thing I knew was that a figure in singlet and running shorts was standing by the bed. I thought they looked rather skimpy attire for the coldness of the day.

"I was just going for a run but can I join in," came the familiar accented tones of Jacob.

His singlet, shorts and jockstrap were off in seconds and we quickly re-arranged ourselves on the floor. His mouth replaced that of Paul's on my cock and Paul noisily sucked on his, surprisingly, rather short length.

As his lips met the tip of my knob he whispered, "Have all you Britishers got such big dicks?"

A muffled murmur came from Paul, "How do you think we conquered the bloody Empire? All we had to do was show them our cocks and they just laid down and surrendered, like your lot!" A muffled roar came next, "Ouch, you fucker, that hurt!"

Jacob was having his revenge for the Boer War! He had reached over and grabbed Paul's goolies and given them a squeeze!

Mine was obviously not the first cock he'd sucked and he played with it's length with his tongue and sucked very hard so it wasn't very long before I knew I was about to come. Paul's cock was already starting to throb in my mouth so I knew both of us were about to explode. I came first and Jacob kept in every drop. I wasn't so lucky with Paul as I gasped as I came and Paul pulled his cock back momentarily out of my mouth. He began to shoot and before I could engulf it again half his spunk sprayed all over my face. Jacob began to grunt and I heard Paul gasp and gag a bit. We lay still for a bit as I scrabbled around for a handkerchief to wipe the cum off my face. The fire was nice and warm so we didn't move to get dressed and I was glad we didn't as I wanted to look at Jacob a bit more closely.

Paul spoke first. "I bet Jacob fires off even more than you, Jamie."

Jacob sniggered, "Saved it up specially for you, Paul. I didn't do anything last night. It was hard not to but I remembered what you'd said."

Bugger me, so Paul and he had set this up! I remembered then that he and Jacob had had an earnest discussion just after we came out of the restaurant. Crafty sods, I'd been set up! That's why Jacob had turned up in just the minimum of clothing! I didn't mind. Jacob was a real expert at sucking cocks. I moved closer to him so I was able to take a close look at his body. He was blond all over. I had never seen such masses of curly hair round a boy's cock either. The colour matched the fur on his legs but from the curls at the top of his legs it burgeoned out into a dense bush of thick, softish hair which spread, almost as abundantly, up to his navel. His stomach and chest were also covered in a fine mat of tight curls. I pulled myself up even closer against him and ran my fingers from his pubic bush upwards.

"It's quite a sight, isn't it?" he said, smiling, "The boys at school used to call me `Rug'. And you should see my brother, I swear he has to sheep shear his twice a year!"

He lifted an arm, the pit was stuffed with a dense undergrowth. I looked at Paul who grinned at me. He had a patch of dark hair on his chest and I had nothing.

"Not bad for a kid of nineteen, eh, Jamie?" Paul said.

"When did it grow like this?" I asked, fascinated as none of my pals had anything other than a scattering of hair around a nipple. Certainly nothing on their chests and stomachs.

"I had very hairy legs by the time I was fourteen, just after I started... You know,...." He made wanking movements. "Then it started to really grow fast when I was sixteen. My brother's seven years older than me and I've seen him all the time and his grew just like mine but he's much more hairy than this now. The Blacks on the farm call him the woolly lion cause he's a bit more yellow than me and he's got long yellow hair they call his mane. 'Cause we had to keep our hair cut short when we were at school so we've let it grow since then." He tossed his head and his mass of curls rippled. "He went to the school first so he was fifteen when I went first to the prep school."

It turned out it was a very prestigious boys' boarding school and very strict. I asked him how he learned about growing up. He said his brother kept an eye on him and told him all about wanking and other things early on when he was eleven as Casper, his brother, was leaving school and going off to do his military service. It was fascinating as he said soon after that one of the older boys had got him to suck him off and a couple of the older ones had also tried to let them shag him when they were on a hike in the veldt. What he said next really astonished me.

"'Cause I had to come to England as I wouldn't let one of my mates fuck me."

Both Paul and I looked at each other.

"Do you want to tell us?" Paul asked, "You told me a bit, but I thought it upset you."

Jacob put an arm round me and I did the same to him, he was trembling slightly.

"Can I? I want to, I'm really sad about it 'cause I had to leave my best friend at home and I miss him so much."

His grip on my shoulders became fiercer as he looked directly at me.

"My best friend's name is Paulus and we were like you and Paul and we hoped no one else knew how close we really were. All the boys were wanking and sucking each other, even the so-called athletes and we all knew but nobody ever said anything. But, with Paulus and me it was different, we really loved each other and had done since we were in the prep school. Another of our friends was Hendricus and we'd both done things with him, just like boys do. I didn't know but Hendy, as we called him, was very jealous of us two although we'd been friends for years. This didn't come out until our last year after Christmas, just last year. Pauli had stayed on the farm with me over Christmas and Hendy knew and when we got back he wanted me to leave Pauli and get together with him. We tossed each other off a few times after that 'cause I did like him and we had been good friends in the past but I said I didn't want anything else. But then, just before the exams, he was in my room one night and he tried to rape me. He's much bigger than me so he held me down on my front and shoved his cock up the leg of my running shorts I had on but he couldn't get it in. I struggled and got away and then I socked him one right in the balls and he went off swearing...

"A couple of days later I was called up to the Rector's office as Hendy, as Head Boy, had said Paulus and I were more than good friends, which in our school meant sex with a capital S. And that meant instant expulsion. It was very difficult. Hendy's father and Paulus's father are both in the government and my father is very well-known too. It was all hushed up but we were told Paulus and I could take our exams and then leave South Africa as soon as possible. The Rector arranged my place here and when the time came I was escorted to the plane by two very large thugs to make sure I was on it. Pauli was sent to Australia and we can write to each other and we do almost every day. When my brother heard what had happened he said he'd kill Hendy as soon as he ever gets near him. I told him he wasn't to, I'd be OK. And here I am. And I love it here, except I miss my Pauli..."

I was so overwhelmed with his story and the strength of his feelings, especially for the loss of his best friend, I pulled him towards me and kissed him full on the lips. He responded immediately and our tongues twisted against each other. Paul leaned over and hugged us both.

"Oh, Jacob, why didn't you tell me all this before?"

Jacob disentangled himself, his blue eyes shining with tears.

"I've never told anybody the whole story except Casper. Even Dad doesn't know what really happened. He thinks we got into a fight over politics as both their fathers are ministers and lots of people are leaving the country because of that. The Rector knew, but he's a very kind man and I'm very grateful to him. And you two are so happy together I wanted to tell you how happy I've been and I want to be happy again... Will you help me?"

My first response was to put my hand down and feel his cock. As I'd noticed before it was much shorter than mine. He put his hand between us and mine began it's rapid ascent to full stiffness as he gripped it tight.

"Oh my God, Jamie" he moaned as I pulled his foreskin down, "You've got a massive prick. I may have all the hair but look at my poor thing!"

Paul let go of us and watched as we beat each other's meat, slowly but with great feeling, our eyes locked. We both came within moments of each other, both of us produced substantial spurts and then all three hugged again. As we separated I looked at Paul who mouthed, "Later".

We tried a different restaurant that evening and Jacob insisted on paying. He explained his father gave him a very good allowance and his great-grandmother who lived in London sent him a cheque every month. "As you Britishers say, I'm flush!"

He wouldn't join us that night in my room. He said it was important for us to have time together but, he said with a roguish twinkle in his eyes, he would have his friend in bed with him, and waved his right hand.

That night I sucked Paul off twice and shot two more loads deep inside him. We both commented that three times a day seemed to be good for both of us. In fact, it nearly did for us as we didn't wake until eight the next morning and I had to rush to get ready for Dr Bell's next tutorial.

He was very happy that morning. He said for two reasons, a) that he'd had his toothache cured and b) that I'd made a very good stab at the problems he'd set me. Again the three hours flew and when Paul appeared at twelve Dr Bell suggested we just had two hours that afternoon and he would give me lots of things to do at home. I asked him if we could take him to the Blue Boar that evening for a meal and he beamed and said he would be delighted. I said there would be a fourth member of the party, Jacob Van Zyl. He beamed again and said he knew of him as the Rector of his school had written to him to ask him to keep an eye on him even though he was in a different college. He said he knew that Paul had made friends with him as his supervisor had told him. What a network - everyone seemed to know everyone else!

Anyway, we had a marvellous evening, a very good meal and Dr Bell told us countless stories about the very odd dons he'd known in his time at Cambridge. In fact, he said, being seen with three handsome young men like us would enhance his reputation no end. As we left, several of the other diners, all male, spoke to him and smiled at us. I wondered if they thought Dr Bell was included in our pursuits!

That night Jacob did stay in my room with Paul and me. That night I took his virginity as he'd only ever been wanked or sucked before. Paul and I prepared him well for my entry. We kissed and licked him - a bit odd at times considering his furry body - but he was soon writhing and moaning and squirmed even more as I inserted the first of my well-lubricated fingers. Paul added a second beside mine and Jacob could hardly contain himself with our probing and thrusting. We both managed to get two fingers in so he was well opened up as I presented him with my unsheathed knob-end. He grunted as the knob entered him and his ring muscles closed behind my ridge and gripped that first inch or so very tightly. Gradually, as he relaxed, I pushed slowly and relentlessly and my bush was soon pressed against his balls. As Paul held his legs over my shoulders he dipped his head and began to suck on Jacob's short but ever eager cock. I fucked Jacob slowly, matching my movements to the bucking of his hips. I couldn't get near his lips as Paul's head was in the way but we communicated with looks and darting tongues through our lips. Just before I came his eyes closed tightly and I knew he was near his climax, too. We more or less came together, I felt myself shooting loads of cum into him as Jacob emptied his balls into Paul's mouth and throat. As soon as we were able we turned onto Paul and as Jacob sucked his huge cock I licked him and kissed him feeling so close to these two wonderful lads, my Paul and my new friend, Jacob.

We all three had poured out so much rapturous energy in giving our love to each other we fell asleep in a huddled bundle on my narrow bed after having a quick wash at the most inadequate basin. Poor little Jacob was squashed between us two great hunks but he repaid us in the morning by sucking us both off in turn as we awoke gradually. I wanked him in return and he produced a great amount of spunk. Paul was right, he blasted out even more than me. He was a real bundle of energy as, after a leisurely breakfast, he rushed off as he wanted to go for his run. "Must keep fit, ready for the Bumps."

I learned that the Bumps were College boat races held in February on the Cam and they were both fun races but also fiercely fought. Also, I found out Paul was rowing in his College's second boat. So, after breakfast and I had packed my duffel bag and carted it to his room, he took me down to the boathouses and we had lunch at a rather grotty pub, the Fort St George. It was pretty cold that afternoon so, as I worked on the first two of Dr Bell's problems, he went to Fitzbillies and bought crumpets and we toasted them in front of his gas fire for tea. If this was college life I was going to enjoy it. Even more as Jacob joined us for tea and Paul took us to yet another restaurant for a meal.

That night Jacob insisted I fucked him again. Paul watched this time and I wanted to make certain that Jacob didn't come as I hoped he would fuck Paul. He was very impatient for me to enter him but I went very slowly, lubricating him well first and finger fucking for quite a while until he was wriggling like a demented worm, groaning and grunting and imploring me to fuck him. As I pressed my rampant shaft into him Paul inserted a finger, then two, into my uplifted hole. I was hoping for a long, slow fuck but I couldn't control anything and I was soon frantically thrusting back and forth to a rising series of delighted yells from Jacob and yowls of jubilation from me. If Jacob had beat me the day before on amount of come I was sure I beat him that time. I thrust forwards and backwards about eight times and each time deposited another burst of my hot boy-juice into him. I flopped onto him and kissed him passionately for a couple of minutes. Paul was giggling because of the effect he'd had on me. I would pay him back with his own medicine as soon as possible and make him come like he'd never come before! Gradually we unwound and Paul lay back on the bed.

I kissed Jacob and said he was to fuck Paul and to make it last. I knew it would be the first time Jacob had ever fucked another boy and I knew he was a bit apprehensive but as soon as his dick entered Paul's lubricated hole he was in his seventh heaven. He came twice in quick succession and when I fucked Paul as soon as Jacob had finished the second time there was so much spunk in him I slipped in even more easily than usual. I came gallons again having been roused to a high state of frenzy watching my Paul being fucked so rapturously by our new friend. As I withdrew, his hole really squelched and he refused to even try to empty it out. After Jacob and I had washed our pricks Paul lay back as we both wanked him to release two mighty gushes of thick, creamy, spunk, and in between these rounds he sucked us both off. As we lay down to sleep I was almost delirious with feelings. I had been roused to such heights and my friends had been too and we still had one more night, all three together.

Next morning we just lay in bed feeling each other's bodies, our cocks, nipples, lips and so on. I loved stroking Jacob's furry pecs and he wriggled in response as my fingers brushed over his very prominent nipples. At that moment Paul was fingering my twitching ring and Jacob was licking under Paul's chin. We had spent well over an hour just enjoying each other's bodies in all sorts of different ways when Paul said suddenly, "Watch it lads!" We had to as the most enormous jet of spunk erupted from his piss-slit and sprayed both Jacob and me all over our bodies. "Oh Hell!" said Paul, in a weary voice, "I never even knew I was near coming." Both Jacob and I gripped each other's cocks and I was over the top, adding my hoard of semen, this time over Paul, in a matter of seconds. I pulled down sharply on Jacob's five and a half inches and he shot well up into the air and his cargo of come splashed down on top of mine on Paul's stomach. We lay and panted until Paul gave the pair of us a mighty shove and demanded that we should get up before we stunk his room out with the smell of accumulated spunk.

Jacob laughed, "You mean like the Honourable Jermyn's at number seven?"

They both laughed again and then had to explain to me. The Honourable Jermyn was the younger son of some peer and seemed to spend most of his time in his room beating his meat. At least, that was what everyone believed. Jacob said he was really thick and was only at Cambridge because Daddy paid the College to put up with him. Paul said he was reading English like him and was very grateful when Paul helped him with his essays.

"No he doesn't suck me off!" he retorted when we both grinned at him and asked how he showed his gratitude. But anyway, Paul said, there was always an all-pervading smell of stale cum in his room and he was always playing pocket billiards!

After breakfast I settled down again to try solving the problems and Jacob and Paul went off to the Library to do some reading there. They appeared together about half twelve with sandwiches and bottles of Coke. I'd had a good morning and explained to them when we'd finished eating that I had got on really well and saw there was a pattern in the problems. As I solved one it gave me clues to solving the next. Both looked suitably impressed especially when I showed them the pages of weird hieroglyphics I had produced so far. Paul patted me on the back and said I wasn't to let my poor little brain boil and I'd better have a rest that afternoon as he had to go and see his tutor. Jacob said he would stay and keep me company and Paul raised his eyebrows. I said I was going to wait until that night and, nudging Jacob, said we would give Paul the best night of the year so far.

After Paul went we made up the fire and sat either side of it and we exchanged life histories. He was most surprised at the number of encounters I'd had, albeit mostly wanks, with so many lads and said he'd just had wanks with about a dozen, all his age or thereabouts, except for his brother and his friend Pauli and they'd sucked each other a few times. He grinned at me.

"Got to tell you this, Jamie, you and Paul are wonderful. You haven't teased me about my little cock, 'cause I did get teased quite a bit at school but the other boys were envious of all my hair when it grew and I used to say you couldn't have both!. My brother's the same, in fact I'm a touch bigger than him. It must run in the family 'cause my Uncle Albert's is very small and that's what pisses off Hendy so much."

I looked puzzled.

"Oh", he said, "I never explained. Hendy is also my cousin, my mum and his mum are sisters and Hendy's cock is even shorter than mine. He's built like a brick shithouse, he's huge, but he's got this tiny dick and all the boys gave him hell about it until he grew bigger and could beat them up if they made remarks. That night he tried to poke it up me I said it wasn't big enough to shag a rat and that's really why he was so mad at me. He called me a rat anyway and accused me of telling the other boys to make fun of him and said I had nothing much anyway between my legs to boast about. It was a lie 'cause I hadn't said anything about him but there were some in our form who whispered things whenever he came into the room like "Here comes Hendy dinky dick!" and one day before a big rugger match someone had stitched up his jockstrap so the pouch was ever so tiny. He was really pissed off with what I'd said so he grabbed me again and when he tried again to flatten me on the bed that's when I got away and walloped him where it hurts. The bastard, 'cause we'd been such good friends as well as being cousins. He was just so jealous."

I said he would be together some day with Pauli and he could always rely on my Paul if he was lonely.

"You don't mind?" he asked.

I said I didn't because I would like him to be my friend as well and all being well I would be in Cambridge in October. I told him all about Billy and my other friends at home and all our adventures and described the Easter Rugger Tours and we were chatting happily together when Paul returned with muffins, this time, for tea.

To be continued.......

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