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.
I have had such a response to the original series of chapters that I have decided to write a sequel. So many of you wanted to know about poor Ghazi (why, I don't know, as his name means slayer of the infidels'!), and about the commitment (perhaps I should set the story to music and call it the Ring Cycle), plus much more - I even had to e-mail some enquirers a picture of me in the kilt (most of them got just a picture of me from sporran down) at the last Burns Night Supper - but that's enough of the frivolities. Please remember it's a fictional account of what might have happened. Still here goes!! Don't forget, if you haven't read my other efforts they are listed in the preceding chapters of Flip's Tale. I hear I've been listed as a good read'. Truly a Pullit-zer Prize.
Flip's Tale
By
Joel
The Sequel: Autumn 2000
S1: Stuart
As term at Edinburgh did not begin until October Tom and I had almost another month to get used to not being at school any more. His father and mother had to move out of the local police house on Wednesday September 13th because of his promotion to Inspector and they were having to move to the local headquarters and new accommodation. Tom and I made tentative plans for him to move into Aunt Margaret's with me, but, a) we had to inform his parents and Aunt Margaret about our intentions, and b) I had to square it with Stuart who was quite happily sharing my room, and my bed. So, Stuart would have to be turfed out into the spare room and a lonely bed, and a rather terrifying set of statements would have to be made and we didn't know how the grown-ups, as we called them, would take on board what we had to tell them
Stuart was also a bit apprehensive over the August Bank Holiday weekend. He was to start a new school, in an unfamiliar country, with an unfamiliar syllabus, and with unfamiliar peers. At least there was one lad in the village who would be in the same Year as him. Aunt Margaret had made certain he and the other lad, Mr Ferguson's grandson, Archie, were introduced and I was glad to see they did get on quite well. Archie had been away for most of the summer holidays so he seemed very pleased to see someone in the village of his own age. Whether it was because neither had age-mates in the vicinity they did seem to hit it off together immediately. Stuart abandoned Tom and me, to our relief somewhat, and he and Archie disappeared off, exploring on their mountain bicycles most days during the last couple of weeks of the school holidays just as I and Tom had done, without benefit of transport, during our holidays over the past four years.
I liked the look of Archie. He was a stocky lad, a bit older than Stuart, already just over fifteen. He wasn't near so tall as Stuart - only about five foot six to Stuart's five feet ten, but he looked a real toughie. Mr Ferguson doted on his grandson and I'd seen Archie fishing with his granddad many times in his younger days when Tom and I had been on our hikes. Tom had a rather pensive look on his face when he saw the enthusiasm Stuart had for Archie's company but I didn't enquire. Stuart didn't say much to begin with about where they went but they often came back with fish and Aunt Margaret grilled his share for our supper.
About a couple of weeks after Stuart arrived we were in bed one night, in fact, I think it was a couple of nights before he was going to start his new school and I'd noticed he'd been even more edgy all evening. I put it down to fear of the new school. However, whatever was bugging him didn't interfere with the eagerness which he evinced as we went through the mutual process of curing that extra itch which boys seem to have once their feet leave the floor in their bedrooms at night. I didn't tell Stuart that Tom and I had already indulged in a very leisurely session that afternoon while he and Archie were out somewhere, but I did notice I took a bit longer than usual to produce his ration of my boycream.
We snuggled together with his head on my shoulder. We often went to sleep like this but tonight Stuart was a bit restless even though I thought the mighty orgasm he'd just had would quieten down an elephant. I waited to see if he would settle down. If he didn't I was going to carefully move him, great lump that he was, over, away from me in the bed so I could get my well-earned beauty sleep.
"Flip?" he started rather hesitantly, "Can I ask you something?"
"Yes," I said, wanting nothing more than silence and a chance to drop off to sleep as my bodily needs had been more than satisfied that day.
"Will I get as big as you?" he asked.
"Christ Almighty!" I expostulated, "You're not even fifteen and you're nearly six foot already. You're as tall and probably taller than I was at that age and the amount you eat you must still be growing."
I felt him recoil at my outburst. I knew I'd touched a raw nerve. I put a hand out and stroked his bare, muscular back.
"Sorry, Stuart, I didn't mean saying it like that," I said contritely, "What's the matter?"
"Oh, Flip, I didn't mean that," he said, rather subdued, "I mean down there!"
His hand jabbed me somewhere in the stomach region and moved downwards.
I knew what he meant.
"What do you want to know?" I asked.
"Well, you and Tom are so big, you know, you've both got big cocks and I haven't and Archie's..." he stopped and put his arm round me and hugged me tight. "....His cock is bigger than mine," he whispered.
Oh, so he and Archie had been comparing attributes had they! I forbore from asking straight off what little adventures they'd had off their bicycles. I didn't think all their time had been spent tickling for trout for supper! Probably other fishy business!
"What about Kenny?" I asked, knowing from previous revelations that he and his pal Kenny had regular wanking sessions.
"Well, we're the same as each other and he's a month younger than me."
"Look, Stuart, you're not quite fifteen yet. When I was your age my cock was just like yours, in fact I think it might have been a bit smaller. Archie's lucky, his has grown sooner than yours but it might not grow much more, and anyway, he's about three months older than you, isn't he? Mine didn't stop growing until I was nearly seventeen and it's just got fatter since." I squeezed his arm and put my mouth near his ear. "Tom says if it gets much thicker he'll have to have his teeth taken out to make more room. But"... Here I paused to make an admission. "...His is thicker than mine."
Stuart gave a little giggle. "I know!"
He was silent for a moment.
"How will I know when it's grown?"
"I really don't know?"
"You're going to be a doctor so you should know."
"Look Stuart, I haven't even started studying to be a doctor yet. As soon as we have a lecture on how big boys' cocks grow I'll let you know, but that may be in four year's time!"
I was heaving with laughter. Big brothers had to be accurate and comprehensive founts of knowledge. What could I do. I had an answer.
"Look, why don't you do an Internet search tomorrow."
Aunt Margaret didn't mind if we went on-line after one o'clock when BT's a bit cheaper and anyway she said she can put it down to expenses. Her computer didn't have a modem but Stuart's lap-top did and he used it mainly to send e-mails to Kenny.
"Good, I'll use Google, but what should I put?"
"Penis size, boys' with big mouths and large feet, and now shut your mouth and let me get some sleep or I won't be in a fit state to start studying to be a doctor!"
"It's not fair, you've got another month before you go to Edinburgh....."
I put a hand over his mouth and kissed his forehead.
"Shut up or I'll find out how to shrink little boy's cocks, like those natives used to shrink heads, first time I'm in the library!"
Obediently he shut up, kissed my shoulder and we both fell into a deep sleep.
I was awakened with a throaty whisper in my ear and a stiff prick thrust into my hand.
"Do you think it's grown much overnight?"
"Shut up, you little toad, let me sleep. Do it yourself."
"Come on Flip," he whined, "I want it now, and I want my big brother!"
I rolled over on top of him. He was giggling almost uncontrollably.
"Come on Flip, Aunt Margaret's had to go out on a call, I heard the phone at half past six and your prick's been hard ever since I woke up then."
Little bastard. He'd had a crafty feel. Yes, I had a raging hardon. I also had a great urge to fuck my little brother, but I desisted. As I lay on top of him, hoping to press the breath out of him, I reached down and grabbed both rampant cocks and rubbed them together, up and down. At the same time I thrust my tongue into his mouth and the combination of the tongue-fucking and the friction made both of us fire our wads within minutes.
When I regained my breath and composure I rolled off him, squelching slightly as I did so. The Menzies boys were no slouches in the spunk production department!
"Christ, Stuart!" I said with a degree of emphasis, "If a little cock like that can produce so much spunk I don't know what you're worried about."
My little brother was no fool! He turned to me scooping up some of the combined load on his stomach and smeared it over my cheek.
"My cock only fires it, my balls make it, you should know that, and I want a bigger gun!"
I laughed. "Don't you worry, you'll get it...." I thought, I'll get my own back for being woken so early. "....Now, tell me about you and Archie."
That flummoxed him. He obviously had to do a quick think... He remembered what he'd said the night before. He'd told me about Kenny before he'd let the cat out of the bag when he'd said Archie was bigger than him. Ergo... Confession time.
"Oh, well," he began.... Then stopped.
I prodded him.
"I want to know," I said sententiously, "And I want to know everything."
He moved closer and snuggled up tight.
"He wanted to know what it was like to fuck somebody yesterday but I wouldn't let him do it to me 'cause I said his prick's too big. And he asked if I'd done it yet."
Oh, my God! Heavy brother coming up!!
"Have you done that to him, or anyone else? Girl or boy?"
I felt his head shake a decisive negative.
"Look, Stuart," I began, "You've got to slow things down. Tell me what you've done already."
"Same as we've done. You know, toss each other off and suck. I haven't done anything with girls. I don't really know any. Our old school was all boys, remember."
I ignored the last.
"But you've only been going around with Archie for a couple of weeks."
He snuggled closer. "We jacked each other off the first day."
Huh, quick worker. "Who started it, you or him?"
"Oh, he did. We were sitting by the loch and he said he was horny, and he said that I looked horny as well, and then he said he wanted a bloody good wank. Just like that." He chuckled. "I'm always horny, just like you...."
"Don't bring me into it.. Are you sure he started it?"
I felt him nodding vigorously. I wasn't going to disbelieve my own brother. Ready now for the heavy brother treatment!
"Look Stuart, I don't mind you and Archie just doing that. Even the sucking, but I don't approve of you and him doing anything else...."
"But you and Tom..."
"Look, Stuart, I think Tom and me are a bit different. You like Archie and boys will experiment, just like you and Archie now, and you and Kenny in the past. Tom and I love each other and that's quite different. We've known that since we were about your age but we knew it almost from the day we met. You don't love Archie and I don't think you ought to encourage him. Have a friendly wank but don't get involved in anything you can't control. I know I'm gay and I know you're straight, and I think you know that. So, please, Stuart, be good and kind to Archie but don't get carried away. What I've seen of him I like, I think he'll be a good friend. You're going to need him at your new school. He knows all the other kids. Now, you don't want someone who might let out secrets of more than most boys do together if you piss him off over something, so be careful. Archie's a schoolfriend - no more! Just remember you can always ask me anything or tell me anything - whatever you want to know or tell there's me, or Tom. Tom's your brother as well now. OK?"
I put my arms round him and hugged him tight for some minutes as he nuzzled my neck brushing under my chin with his lips. The heat from our bodies was drying our cum as we stuck together and we both giggled and this broke the ice as well as the surface tension of the bodily fluid.
"Thanks Flip, I know you're not angry with me. I won't do anything else, and I won't let Archie, I promise," he murmured. "I love you and Tom and I'm going to miss you even more now than I did before. You love me too, I know that. I'm glad I've got two big brothers now...." he paused. ".....And when are you going to tell Aunt Margaret and Tom's mum and dad?"
Perceptive boy. Tom and I had only discussed that very issue the afternoon before and decided to tell them all the next Sunday well before the move. I knew that Aunt Margaret and us two boys had been invited over to have a farewell Sunday lunch at the McLarens. Tom would be on home territory. We also had to see if he could come and stay with me. I'd better broach that with Stuart first.
"Look, Stuart, you're not to say anything about it, but Tom and I plan to say about our commitment to each other after the lunch we're all having at the McLarens."
He leaned up and back and grinned broadly.
"They know, even if you haven't told them yet. They must know. I knew before you told me."
"Yes, Stuart, I expect they've guessed something, but what I haven't told you and what we'll tell them is what we intend to do soon."
Stuart looked at me with a puzzled look.
"What do you mean?"
"If I tell you, you mustn't say anything because it's me and Tom who have to say it. Promise?"
He nodded energetically. "Of course, I promise, but I can guess."
"No guessing, I'll tell you, but I'll show you something first."
I reached over to the bedside cabinet and opened the drawer and took out the jeweller's box Ghazi had given me. I switched on the bedside light and, turning towards Stuart, I opened the box slowly. He gasped when he saw the ring. It shone with a rich silvery light. I took it from the box and put it on his outstretched hand. He looked at it intently.
"It's lovely," he said, "What's it made from? It's very heavy. And has Tom got one 'cause there's T and P there?"
"Yes, it is lovely, it's platinum and Tom has an identical one. Ghazi bought them for us, not this summer but last summer. He knew then we loved each other and he had confidence in us that we would keep on loving each other. I love Tom even more each time I'm with him and we are going to make our commitment to each other with the rings. All our friends know this and Ghazi is one of my best friends after Tom."
Stuart turned the ring over carefully and scrutinised the engraved initials.
"I wish I had good best friends like you've got, Flip, like all those initials you've got on your watch."
"You have, you've got me and Tom, and Darryll and Michael and Kenny and now you've got Archie. You'll make other friends at school. You know what happened to me. If I'd stayed at home with you and mum I expect my only friend would have been Michael and would he want someone in the end who had a reputation like mine. I was lucky being sent away to school because I learned a lot quickly and I'm grateful for all the friendships I've made, especially Ghazi. Remember, I've told you there were seven of us and we had to cope with each other every day and all day. But all that isn't anything compared with being with my Tom."
"I want to meet Ghazi and your other friends. Will they be there when you make your commitment? Can I be there?"
I kissed him on the cheek. "Of course you'll be there, but nothing's planned yet."
"And do you want Tom to come and stay in here with you until you go to Edinburgh? 'Cause I want him to. I'll have the other room. I'll ask Aunt Margaret for you."
"Oh, Stuart," I said, almost breaking down, "Oh Stuart, my lovely brother, you are so kind. Of course I want Tom but I don't want you to be lonely."
The evil child sniggered. "At least I won't have to see you're satisfied every night."
"Give me back my ring, you horrible child," I said, recovering quickly and swatting his bare bum with a free hand. "You'll probably just wank yourself senseless every night without my restraining influence."
He leaned over and put the ring into the box I was still holding in my other hand.
He kissed my cheek, then snickered. "I love you so much, Flip, and I'd rather have you wank me senseless every night - you've had so much more practice."
What do you do with younger brothers?
S2: The Move
Things moved rapidly that morning. Stuart went off well before nine o'clock to meet Archie and get a morning's worth of nefarious activities, no doubt. He assured me they were cycling into Fort William, a return distance of some thirty or so miles, just so Archie could exchange some mis-fitting trainers his mother had got for him the previous week. Better exercising his legs that way than on his back in the heather, I thought! He said he'd be back for lunch and he'd be hungry. Toad!
Aunt Margaret returned from her house-call just after nine announcing it was another infant delivered into this wicked world so I got breakfast ready for her while she showered and changed. I'd just handed her a rack of toast and poured another coffee for both of us when she said she had something to say to me. I sat opposite her at the kitchen table.
"Now, Flip, " she began in her usual brisk manner, "Tom can move in with you over the next couple of days because it's stupid him taking all his stuff up to the new house and then carting it all back down again when you're living together here when you're not in Edinburgh."
I must have looked a picture, I was astounded.
"You might be intelligent but you are quite stupid at the same time," she said, laughing. "You and Tom are made for one another and I certainly know what's been going on for the past four years. You don't think I haven't been watching how your love for Tom and his love for you has been developing." She paused. "I want you two to be together. As I said, you're made for each other and Tom's parents think the same."
I gaped again, lost for words. Had we been discussed? Aunt Margaret read my thoughts.
"You must think we live on another planet," she grinned, "We've all watched you two grow together and even though Tom and Jeannie aren't likely to have any grandchildren they look on you as much as their son as they do young Tom."
I shook my head almost with disbelief.
"And you needn't worry about Stuart, he told me yesterday he wants to move into the spare room. He said yours is so cluttered he needs his own space." She grinned again. "He's so transparent - I could see he wants you and Tom together here too."
I got up, knelt beside her and flung my arms round Aunt Margaret.
"I didn't know how we were going to tell you all," I said, "Thanks."
"That's that then," Aunt Margaret said, ruffling my hair, "Get up and you can spend time this morning tidying your room and making space for Tom's clobber." She smiled as I got up and stood back. "I love you very much, Flip, I didn't know what was going to happen four years ago, but you've made it and now you and Tom will be very happy together, I know! Now, come on, chop, chop, I've got patients queuing up and you'll find out soon enough that patients come first!"
I couldn't began to speak. I knew things were going to be OK. Aunt Margaret and Stuart hadn't spoken together but they both knew, instinctively and through observation what was going on. Tom and I had been quite oblivious to all this - almost living in our own little world, or as Aunt Margaret had said, a different planet.
Thinking about it as I washed up the breakfast things, after giving Aunt Margaret the biggest kiss I could muster as she rushed to the door with her medical bag, all our other friends had known as well and supported us. Ghazi with the gift of the rings, Hamed and Clyde with their knowledge of Ghazi's purchases, Paul with the invites for both of us to Linnhe, Little Dick and Fergie in their own ways, Mr and Mrs Douglas entrusting us with Pete, Mr McCrae and what he said to Tom, and even Clyde's granddaddy in having the rings engraved. All had known, all had contributed in some way; Stuart now, and, from the conversation this morning, Aunt Margaret and Tom's parents. I couldn't have been happier.
My reverie was broken by a tap on the door and the appearance of an unusually glum- looking Tom. He was carrying a rather bulging travel bag.
"I've been thrown out!" he began, then burst into roars of laughter at my immediate stricken look of alarm. He dropped the bag and rushed to me enveloping me in a great hug oblivious to the fact I had knives and forks in my hands - these dropped harmlessly into the sink. "I'm moving in with you, permanently, at least that's what Mum and Dad said last night. Dad said if you didn't want me I would have to go in your Aunt's back shed. No, Flip, they want me to live with you and I do so want to as well! You'll have me won't you?"
He was so excited. He babbled on about wanting to rush over the night before after he and his parents had discussed things. He said he didn't realise they knew. Another stupid boy! After he'd calmed down a bit I also calmly put my drying-up cloth down and, trying to keep a straight face and my excitement at a low level, said there were more things to discuss.
"For instance, firstly," I began, holding up one hand and counting off a finger, "There's my brother Stuart. We share a room and a bed. He's my young brother and I have to protect him from the evils of this world. It'll be another year before he's legally old enough for you to lay a finger on him if the three of us share my bed......"
I couldn't sustain it - I just collapsed in laughing. "Oh, Tom, Stuart's already told me this morning he wants to move into the spare room so you can move in with me. It seems everyone else has plans for us and we've been worrying quite unnecessarily about things. He's gone off to Fort William with that sex-maniac Archie..." Here I noticed Tom's eyebrows rising. "...it's OK, nothing too dreadful, I'll tell you later, but bring your things in."
He lugged the bag into my, now OUR, room and dropped it by the bed. A millisecond later we were on the bed just holding each other tightly, not sexually, not sensuously, just lovingly. We didn't need to do anything, just being together made the magic happen. We both knew each others thoughts, almost as if we had always been together. I suppose it must be like identical twins, like those horror friends of Paul's who he said uncannily worked as one.
Anyway, we didn't waste time. Tom made four trips across to the Police House and came back with clothes, books, photos, even a hockey stick, which seemed to fill every available space in a sizeable room. Aunt Margaret looked in after surgery and over a cup of coffee said she was so glad we were now properly together. On seeing the room she immediately phoned a local carpenter for him to come and measure up for more shelves in OUR room and in Stuart's room. She then said we were to go into Fort William that afternoon and choose new curtain fabric. She grinned and said that would be something to witness, two great hulks fingering the muslins and cottons! Tom immediately said he wanted little pink and blue flowers as that made him think of a nursery. I swiped him one and said we would have red and gold to match my hair and my personality. Aunt Margaret laughed and said she hoped the assistant serving us was one of her patients so she could catch up on what was said in the shop. She then produced the measurements from nearly twenty years before when she'd had the present drapes made when she first moved in and rushed off to visit more patients.
Tom and I had an early lunch and I left a stack of sandwiches for Stuart, and no doubt Archie, and we set off in my car for Fort William. We didn't see the pair cycling back along the road so assumed they had found a shady nook for some mutual comparisons and release of tensions.
The young lady in the shop was helpfulness itself. We both spotted immediately the material we wanted and said it was for a bedroom in Dr Menzies' bungalow in Glenfinnan. Sure enough, she said she knew Dr Menzies and wasn't I her nephew and we had actually danced together at the Glenfinnan Ceilidh. She then said her young brother Archie and my brother had been in the shop this morning and wasn't he like me. I also found out she was married to the soldier who was the one who had passed on the kilt I had from her grandfather, Mr Ferguson. I was quite bewildered by all this but, I suppose, living in a smallish community everyone knows everyone else, or is related to everyone else! Anyway, she approved of the material we had chosen and said she would personally see it was made up to the correct specification. Tom, of course was then chatted to and congratulated on having a father who deserved such a promotion and where would he be living now? Tom said he was moving into the bungalow until we went to Edinburgh. "Then I wish you to be happy together," were her parting words. How does everyone know?
We mooched around Fort William for a bit and I bought my young brother a football shirt. I was feeling generous after our little talk this morning.
S3: Knowledge and Retribution
When we got back Tom went off to the Police House to see if there was anything thing else left. I hoped not, the room was cluttered enough already. All was quiet, the sandwiches were gone and two plates were on the draining board - washed up, I noticed. The worm was turning as Stuart was a dab hand usually at leaving things around. I went along to the spare room to leave the football shirt on his bed. Stuart was there, sitting in the easy chair by the window reading the latest, rather thick, Harry Potter book. Mustn't denigrate them as I've read them all with relish. I, in fact, had wondered many times what delights a magic wand and a few spells might conjure up! There was also a sizeable pile of paper on his bed. Looked like printouts.
"Something for you," I said, dropping the bag on his bed. "Where's Archie? I've just met his sister in Fort William."
"Yeah," he said, sticking a piece of paper in the book and dropping it to the floor, "Saw her this morning. That's his eldest sister. He's got two. That one seems very nice, like Archie. He's got to help his mother. What's that?"
Telegraphic, succinct.
"Something for you," I said, "From a very generous brother."
He grabbed the bag and opened it. His eyes opened.
"Caw, ta, Flip," he said quite enthusiastically, "I need a spare 'cause Archie says I'll have a good chance to be in a team."
"If there's any of my old stuff you want have a rake around," I said generously.
"Already have," he said, pointing to a substantial pile of gear heaped at the top of his bed. "Thanks, it'll all be useful."
I walked over to the bed. I recognised some fairly new things of mine but then thought he might as well have them. The pile of paper also looked interesting. Whatever he'd done had produced a substantial little pile. Unfortunately, the pile of paper was upside down so I couldn't see what was printed out.
"What's this?" I asked, pointing at the heap. "I hope you haven't used up all Aunt Margaret's paper."
He grinned. "Naw, there's plenty in the box. I did as you said this morning and went on Google. Found a lot. Some ve.....ry peculiar sites I can tell you but I did find a very useful one, it's called jackinworld."
I raised my eyebrows. He grinned back.
"Oh, it's OK, it's for boys and it's got lots of stuff." He pursed his lips and looked up slyly at me. "Shan't be lonely while you're away. I've learnt a lot. Tells you all sorts of different ways, you know, for jacking off."
Oh God, my little brother is now teaching me. I didn't say anything, just stared at him.
"I found out I'm OK. They've done surveys. You and Tom are big," he paused and stared at me. "Crikey, did you know most boys in America are circumcised? And they had a picture of ancient Egyptians doing it."
I must have looked puzzled.
"Circumcising some kid!" he clarified, "Ugggh! I thought they only did it to babies."
I was dying to have a riffle through the pages but I'd better not show too much interest.
"And how did you get the printouts?" I asked, knowing he only had his lap-top and Aunt Margaret's computer in her office was ancient, well at least four years old, but she did have a new ink-jet printer.
"Oh, I found the driver disk in the printer box and loaded it down to my lap-top and hooked up to Aunt's printer and went on-line. It was fab!"
Little brothers, ten times more knowledgeable about modern technology! I still wanted to see the printouts.
"Go on, Flip, have a look!" He looked at me with a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Bet ya learn something you didn't know!" He began to giggle as I stared pointedly at his lower abdomen region. "It's OK, took care of it!"
I casually picked up the bundle and leafed through. Most informative. I did learn several new things even from that cursory glance.
"I think I'd better have a proper look later," I said, not wanting to indicate to my brother that one method I'd read was having a slightly arousing effect. "Those tables of results look interesting."
"Yeah!" he said, "Especially all the kids who've done it with others."
I put the papers back on the bed.
"You'd better put those away safely so nobody finds them," I instructed him.
"Yeah, I've pinched one of Aunt Margaret's folders, but I left them out for you to see."
"Well, you'd better put them away now and I can see them another time."
He handed me a folder which he picked up from the floor beside him. I put the pile inside and put the folder down on the dressing table.
"And Tom?" he asked guilelessly, "He could have a look as well? Anyway," he continued, before I could say anything, "If you and Tom are in that room you'd better not make as much row every night as you did last Wednesday afternoon. You'll wake Aunt Margaret and she's three rooms along!"
"What do you mean? Last Wednesday, where were you?"
My mind raced back. Last Wednesday afternoon? Oh, help! Was that the day Tom and I had indulged freely in my room in an empty bungalow?
The toad sniggered. "I was in here reading. And I don't know what you were doing to Tom but you certainly made him holler and you weren't all that quiet yourself a bit later. You should shut your door or issue earplugs!"
I went over to him and he sat back in the chair with his hands up in self-defence or submission, grinning. Grinning! I'll make the little bastard submit!
"You were fucking spying on us, you snivelling little bastard," I said, "Did you come along and watch?"
I was standing over him now, he was curling up and laughing.
"What for, I heard enough! Actually it was rather exciting, I came twice while you two were at it. I didn't need to watch, the sounds were enough! You must tell me what you were doing, especially to make Tom go 'OOOOOOOOH' so loud."
His imitation of Tom was uncannily accurate. I knew what I had been doing. I had washed my saliva dripping tongue from his neck down to his shaft, backwards and forwards, while wanking him slowly and steadily. The loud and prolonged 'OH' was his response to the treatment as he fired off a veritable fusillade of warm spunk which missed my face by inches. He had immediately grabbed me and sucked me dry in a couple of minutes and that was when I became vocal. And the toad was wanking himself at the same time enjoying the vicarious pleasure!
"You should have said you were here, you little fucker," I said, "That's spying!"
"S'not, it's you who should be more careful, it might have been Aunt Margaret in her room with a migraine. That noise was enough to give anyone a migraine!" He laughed again. "It's you two, you're a real pair of horny buggers!"
"I say you were spying." I knew I hadn't a leg to stand on but I couldn't let my little brother get the better of me, could I? "I'll tan your cheeky little arse for you!"
He grinned up at me. "You and whose army?"
I'd heard those words before. Years of tussling with Ghazi and the others had taught me a move or two, or three. I reached down and hauled him up, all eleven or so stone of him, and had him over the bed in a trice. He was writhing and giggling at the same time so I knew I had the better of him. My expert fingers soon had his jeans undone and down to his knees, rapidly followed by his black boxers. His black boxers? MY black boxers! The crafty sod! The rake through of my possessions had been very thorough. I soon had him pinned with a knee in the small of his back and his bare, slightly sun-tanned arse ready.
I gave him six good hearty slaps, reddening his cheeks a bit. I let go and he rolled over, still laughing, with his near enough six inches of rampant boymeat stuck up in the air.
"I'll make you fucking go 'OH'" I said, and held him down by his chest and gave him the most violent, fast and furious wank I could muster. Wow, didn't he holler! He opened his mouth and gave vent to the most almighty screech as he shot the biggest load I'd seen him make so far. I remembered he'd already fired a copious amount earlier in the day and I wouldn't have been surprised if he and Archie hadn't had a session together earlier and he'd obviously had another when reading the stuff on the computer. I did have the kindness to stop pounding his prick as soon as the final squirt appeared - I knew the almost unbearable pain one got if one's companion tried to go on. Perhaps I should have, just to make my point a bit stronger. He was gasping for breath as I removed my knee from his midriff.
"Gosh, Flip," he gasped, "That was wonderful. I wish I was Tom! I'd want you all the time! Oh my God!"
Retribution, my arse! The toad had revelled in it!
S4: Tom
Tom came over with even more things just after five o'clock. Stuart had cleaned himself up and both of us were in a good mood. Both of us knew it wasn't even a brotherly spat. He'd teased me and I had teased him back. I knew we were even closer after than little episode as he kept deliberately brushing up against me or putting an arm round my waist as I got the table laid, with his willing help, ready for the four of us to have supper. Tom saw all this and I winked at him and he wisely said nothing. Telling Tom about it was sure to set him off nicely in bed tonight.
In bed tonight! Our first, almost official, sleeping together properly! But first we had to have supper. Aunt Margaret had been given a brace of pheasants at the weekend and had had them de-feathered and eviscerated already for the pot. I had put the prepared casserole in the oven as instructed at four o'clock so there was a heavenly smell by half six when Aunt Margaret bustled in after a long day being a doctor. I was beginning to realise I had a busy life ahead if I qualified.
"Gins and tonics all round," she announced, "Even for the young'un if it doesn't rush to his head."
I managed to get in another swipe at his tightly-jeaned arse in the kitchen as I made up the potent mixtures and placed them on a tray ready for him to carry in as our servant boy. He put an arm round my waist and hugged me. Poor lad. Lonely bed for him tonight, but trying out method seventy-two no doubt!
Aunt Margaret obviously wanted us to celebrate somewhat so a bottle of red wine also appeared. I made sure young Stuart had an extra glass. What he hadn't realised either was that I had deliberately also given him an extra measure of gin in his pre-prandial drink. The whole meal was very leisurely. As well as the casserole we also tucked into a fruit pie Tom had brought across from his mother. We just sat and chatted until about nine o'clock Stuart said he was off to bed as he had to go to his new school in the morning. What a turn up for the book!
At about ten Aunt Margaret said she'd had a long day and was off to bed too. Tom and I tidied up, put all the things in the dishwasher and retired too. While Tom was in the bathroom I checked on Stuart. There was no sound from his room so I carefully opened the door and went in. He was fast asleep, curled up, with just his head peeping out from under his duvet. I gently kissed his forehead and though if I ever had a son, which was most unlikely, I would want him to be just like Stuart. Tom was out of the bathroom so I went straight in as I came out of Stuart's room making sure I closed the door quietly.
Tom was waiting for me as I came out of the bathroom and entered our room. He was standing there in the nude, arms outstretched. I was carrying my clothes, except for the boxers I had left on in case Aunt Margaret was, most unlikely, on the prowl.
I slipped them off and we embraced each other one arm over each other's shoulder, the other round the back. We stood still feeling each other's warmth until Tom whispered in my ear.
"Let's go to bed, I need you."
We needed each other. We resumed that gentle hugging and as we were so close so our now erect shafts were side by side. Gentle movements made them rub together until, without anything else but our love for each other, our creamy offerings joined as one between us.
"Oh, Flip," whispered Tom, as his outflowing spunk finished spirting so forcefully, "Please don't let this ever end."
I knew I loved Tom and here he was, expressing his love for me in the most human way that two young males could. I never wanted our love to end either. I kissed him gently and he knew how I felt, too.
We held each other close again and, not bothering to mop up, we parted and dropped off to sleep.
I was awakened by a more than gentle tap on the door. The door opened and Stuart came in, all togged up in his new school uniform, bearing a tray with two cups of coffee on it.
"I've come to see my brothers," he announced brightly, "I had a lovely sleep, did you?"
He put the tray down and went round to Tom who was still asleep. He bent down and kissed him on the cheek, then came round to me and did the same.
"Don't expect to get that every morning," he said, "And I shan't be bringing the coffee in either. Got to go, Archie's at the door and the bus will be here any minute. Aunt Margaret's in the kitchen and she says she's off to surgery soon so you'll have to get your own breakfast. Ta ta for now, and don't do anything today I wouldn't do!"
He blew a kiss and closed the door none too gently, big ox as he was. It didn't exactly slam but it was enough to make the hinges on a lesser door buckle. The noise roused Tom who turned and looked at me and his face broke into a wonderful smile. I leaned over and we continued that close, close embrace of the night before. I kissed his nose, his eyes, his forehead, his ears and his lips. He nuzzled my chin and gently probed my Adam's apple with his tongue. That had an even more hardening effect on my already so rigid rod, which he took into his hand and gradually raised me to a height of spurting, shooting passion which could have gone on for ever I was so lost in my feelings. Propelled by my need to give my Tom all I could my hand went to his cock and took over his rhythm and drew him to a similar conclusion. We kissed again and just held each other feeling as one. I didn't want to move but in the end Tom took the initiative.
"Come on Flip," he said, "We promised to get things done for your Aunt and the carpenter's coming as well this morning. We don't want to be too worn out for clearing the garden and doing that painting, do we?"
We prised our glued together torsos apart. We grinned at each other - this was beginning to be a common occurrence. I'd thought yesterday that we Menzies boys produced a substantial amount but Tom and his hefty bollocks was no slouch in the production line either. I held his balls for a moment to feel their weight and pecked him on the nose before I extricated my six foot three frame out of the bed.
"I'm all yours for orders," I said. "Bags I clean the paintwork on the back of the bungalow and you can start on that hedge."
"That's just like you," Tom complained, "You tell me to give the orders and you've said what you're going to do already."
He came round the bed to me.
"I may not be as big as you, but don't you start getting any ideas who's boss." He laughed. "'Cause I am when it comes to this."
He grabbed me and upended me on the bed and began to tickle my chest and rub his body up and down mine. I was going hard again. He quickly let go and jumped away.
"See, you horny bugger, I can get you rampant any time I want. And I don't want you now. You stink, you sexy monster. Go and have a shower and get all that crusty spunk off you and put plenty of deodorant on."
Bugger me, the pot calling the kettle black. Half the crusty spunk was his and he was also liberally coated as well, especially where one of my mighty squirts had mingled in his little patch of chest hair. I also hadn't told him about my encounter with Stuart the day before and about the print-out and I was also itching to tell Tom he made too much noise for comfort! This last I did, sparing no details and embroidering the telling saying, quite untruthfully, that Stuart had watched open-mouthed and wanking vigorously while Tom was sucking avidly on my cock after frightening the poor boy with his bull-like roars.
To be continued........