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This is a very long tale. It unfolds over a good number of years. What is true, is true: what is not is otherwise. If you have trouble with the English educational system let me know. A dramatis personae will follow after a few installments - there are a lot of characters!
ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
Chapter 7: Part One:
Chapter 7
October 4th 1943
Monday morning Ma banged on my door at quarter to eight saying I would be late if I didn't hurry and breakfast was ready. I got out of bed and carefully put the towel on the rail by the sink. Ma always said they only bought the house because someone had the foresight to put a sink in each bedroom. I washed and dressed, putting my new tie on, and went down for breakfast and listened while Ma hummed and sang some French ditty.
She ruffled my hair as she placed a plate in front of me and asked if I was OK as I was looking pensive. I said I was alright but Pa had told me she'd been ill when I was born and then again later and I hadn't known about it until yesterday and I'd been thinking about it and I was sorry about it all. She said Pa had told her about our conversation but that was all in the past and I wasn't to worry about it any further because she was perfectly OK now. She ruffled my hair again and told me to get on with my breakfast as I would be late for school. I continued eating and then remembered something which had electrified the boys at the party.
"Where did you learn to do that whistle? You know, you did it at the bottom of the stairs at the party. The boys were most impressed and Vince Hare said he didn't think his mother could do it!"
Ma laughed, "I must ask Mrs Hare whether she can, but it's very simple.
Your grandma and grandpa always had students living with them and you know that's how I met your father, well, I learned how to whistle like that from one of them. It was the Swiss boy who married your Auntie Lilian just before your dad and I got married."
"Oh dear," she laughed again, "The Swiss boy, your uncle Johann, he's the same age as your dad so he's not a boy any more! I haven't seen either Lilian or him since I came to England. He was studying law and was very funny, always playing jokes on everyone, even Papa and it took a lot of courage to do that until you got to know him. Papa liked him very much as he said he brought a breath of fresh Swiss air into our stuffy household! How he could say that with three daughters plus all the various students we had from all over the place.
Anyway, I don't think Johann was approved of at home in Switzerland because he had a sense of humour and we think he got packed off to cool down! He didn't, he kept us very entertained and taught us all to yodel and whistle. I often wonder how they are? We've only had one message from them since the war began. Their son is Johann as well, he's just a bit younger than you, only a few months, I think he'll be fourteen this Christmas."
I didn't know Ma could whistle like that until I heard her on Thursday, let alone yodel! Oh, yes, I had seen photos of a smiling couple with a small boy in the album.
"Is that Auntie Lilian and Uncle Johann in the album? The photos with the boy on them as well?"
"I expect so, they sent us some in August 1939, just after your grandma died. We'll have to have a look at them sometime. Come on now, it's time you were off!"
With that I was chivvied out of the kitchen and told not to be late as Mrs Tring wanted to give me a longer lesson as it wasn't long to the exams.
School that day was the usual tedious grind. Van was not at all complimentary about the performance of certain members of the class who had played on Saturday. He said the only saving grace was that the senior side had won and that we all had better wake up a bit for next time. We all looked at each other as not all had been involved, so what was planned? Huggy was a bit better tempered and made a veiled comment about not being able to attend the match and so had missed out on the entertainment. I had the impression he looked at me so perhaps he'd heard about Pa and Van going with the Brothers for a potation. Must tell Tony about that word, it sounds good.
Mrs Tring was also not too pleased with progress so she said, more practice needed and more concentration. Practised like mad after supper and was interrupted in the middle of a scale by Ma coming in and saying Mrs Marcham was on the phone. Apparently, Tony, Roo and Cleggy were supposed to be going at half-term to stay with Tony's great-aunt and do another overnight hike while there, but Cleggy had said he didn't want to go so would I like to go and stay and did I think Matthew would like to as well.
"You can go if you like, Jacko. You'd better talk to Mrs Marcham about it."
I went into the hall and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Mrs. Marcham, it's Jacko here."
"Ah, hello, I could hear your mother telling you about it. The boys are staying with my husband's aunt, Mrs Crossley, the General's widow. She lives at the manor house out at Ulvescott. There's plenty of room and she says another one won't make any difference if your friend Matthew Ward wants to go as well. Here, have a word with Tony, and if you want to go and you think Matthew Ward would like to as well I'll send Tony round with a note."
There was a moment or two of silence then Tony was on the other end.
"Jacko, Cleggy said tonight he doesn't want to go on the hike this time, of course you don't have to do that but Mum thought you would like to come with us and stay at Great-aunt Mary's while we go off and if Matt comes he can keep you company. Mum phoned aunt Mary just now to check that it would be alright. We're cycling over on the Sunday morning, it'll be the twenty-fourth, and we're coming back the next Saturday. It's about twenty miles so dad says, on the road past Alvescott. The house is big and Auntie says we're all welcome. Would you like that?"
I thought quickly and remembered that Pa had said he would probably be going down to London that week so Ma could go with him.
"Oh, yes please, and I'm sure Matt would like to as well! We won't be trouble for your aunt?"
"No, she said it would be nice to have some young people in the house again. I'll get mum to write a note and I'll take it round to Matt's now. OK, see you tomorrow at school!"
With that he put the phone down at the other end. I turned to Ma, "Would that be alright, 'cos if it's half-term week Pa said he would probably have to go down to London and if I'm away you could go with him!"
She laughed, "Of course, a good solution, your father will be pleased as well I expect. I'll go and tell him. Right, now back to practice!"
I felt quite excited about the prospect of being away at half-term, it would be like a holiday I hoped and Matt should be good company. I wondered what Tony's great-aunt Mary was like. I must ask Ma if I have any great-aunts! Anyway this spurred me on to practice quite hard and when Ma came in again she said what I had played sounded quite good.
When I went up to bed that evening I thought I would keep a diary like Tony. I fished around in my top drawer and found the one granddad had very kindly sent me last Christmas. I'd already listed birthdays in it and had noted that Alun had visited us but otherwise it was blank. I suppose a little cross each time would be a good record. Ah, then an initial for someone else. I turned the pages, goodness it was only three weeks last Saturday for the first time. I sat by my desk and thought through the times. Really it was quite easy as I knew I hadn't missed a day, then some days it was more than once and on Saturday it was three times including the wet dream.
By the time I had finished I was amazed, twenty-three days and thirty-four times I had come. I would have to ask Tony again as he said dozens of times since July and I wondered about Alun and the number of times since he started. Oh, well, another cross for me for Monday the fourth!
On Tuesday Cleggy just said he didn't feel he wanted to do another overnight hike so soon as he'd now got five badges so the next ones could wait until Easter. Matt, on the other hand, was very pleased at being asked and said he was looking forward to it very much. During afternoon break Tony said he was still rather puzzled why Cleggy didn't want to go but he said we should have a good time as the house was very big and aunt Mary, although he thought she was very old, was very kind and nice.
Tony said that he and Ginge were practising first aid that evening for another badge so he was going round to his house after school and they would bandage up the sister who had put the message on the card! As Tim Parker was coming round to see the engine I waited for him and we collected our bikes and rode back to my house. I said I had been practising hard and when we got in he asked if he could hear me play.
I played over my pieces and he said they were coming on OK and then he sat down and played them all through again. Oh God, he was much better than me, in fact he sounded just like Mrs Tring. Just as he was finishing the last piece the door bell rang and it was Mike.
"Was that you playing just then?"
"No, it was a friend of mine, Tim Parker, we've got our Grade 5 exams at Christmas and he's much better than me!"
"It sounded very good, my youngest sister's doing Grade 3 this year but she doesn't practise enough! Anyway, I'm sorry I'm late but we had some extra rugger training this afternoon as we are playing away at another school on Saturday. Your dad's not home yet?"
I said he wasn't but as it was nearly six o'clock we all went into the kitchen and I made some tea but still couldn't find any biscuits. I think Ma hides them to keep them out of my clutches. We sat and chatted and I explained that Tim had actually come round to see the engine but we'd played through our exam pieces instead.
Tim said he was taking music as an extra subject at School Certificate as his brother had done the same when he took it. Apparently his brother, John, plays the cello very well and wants to play in an orchestra. He was just telling us this when Ma and Pa came in and Mike went off for his lesson. Ma said she remembered Tim from the party and I said, with a wry face, he could play much better than me. Ma just said I should practice more.
Tim said if I liked he would come round during the week sometime and we could practice together. We decided that Thursday would be most suitable and with that he said he'd better be going as he would be late for tea.
After he went Ma decided to speak only in French and made me tell her about my day. It's funny, once I start I don't have to think about what I'm saying in English except when I get stuck for a word, then Ma helps out. When Mike came back in with Pa she continued and I was quite surprised because Mike was pretty good at keeping up as well.
We found out that his mother also spoke French very well because she had been sent to a convent in France as a girl and then had met Mike's father when they were students at Liverpool. She had taught all her family in the same way as Ma did with me.
Mike stayed to tea again and while Ma was getting it ready he did some more constructing with the Meccano much to Pa's amusement.
I remembered to put a cross in my diary when I got up Wednesday morning and made sure I put it away safely or Ma would wonder why I was now keeping a diary when I hadn't before. Not much happened during the day except that Tony and Roo were constantly talking during breaks and dinner hour about our forthcoming trip and it was a bit annoying as I wanted to have a chat alone with Matt to tell him about what Pa had said on Sunday.
Matt said his mother was going out on Saturday afternoon and would I like to go and see him then. I readily agreed because I had lots to tell him. Our French circle went very well, even Matt was making progress and Roo surpassed himself mimicking Huggy supposedly counting in French. After they went I tinkered about with Mike's construction but I couldn't remember what he said he was going to add next so decided to leave it for his visit next week. In bed that night I wondered if Mike liked doing what I was....oh...aaah.
When our two forms got out on the field for games on Thursday afternoon Van and Rabbity rearranged our usual two teams around. I was moved from my usual place hanging on to the scrum to be hooker between Peter Fry and Geoff Wells as props. The other team had John Prosser as their hooker and as neither of us had played in that position before we spent most of the afternoon with Van practising scrum downs and getting the ball out to Matt on our side and Phil Crowe on the other while the wings were chasing up and down the field practising passing with Rabbity.
It was all quite new to me and required a lot of concentration, so much so that I didn't realise until I went to heel the ball in about the third scrum down that someone's hand was feeling up my shorts between my legs. The hand was retracted but in the next scrum which lasted a fair while as Van was instructing the other props how to pack down the hand was there again and as I hadn't bothered to keep my pants on under my shorts it was soon feeling my bare balls. Again it was withdrawn when we packed down tight and I had to try to heel the ball.
Four times in all my equipment was examined in this way and I thought the only person it could be was Vince as he was in the second row behind me on my left. I didn't think it could have been Roo who was the other second row forward because of the side the hand came up from.
After games when we went back to the changing rooms I shared a shower with Matt but Vince didn't even look over at me so I wondered if I was mistaken. Needless to say that although I was concentrating on other things in the scrums it made me feel rather randy and I was afraid I might get a hardon under the shower.
Luckily I didn't but I was itching for a wank as I waited for Tim Parker who was coming home with me to do some piano practice. I remembered on the way home that Tony had told me that Tim and Roo had done it together so I switched the topic of conversation to saying about Tony and his badges and that he and Roo were going on a hike and Matt and I were staying with Tony's great-aunt, etc., etc. Tim remarked that he had already got that badge because his brother had taken him on the preliminary hikes last year.
He also said that Roo was a great friend of his but he hadn't been able to go to Scout camp for the same week as him this year but he had gone the week after. I already knew this from Tony's long story but didn't continue the conversation because by this time we'd reached my house. I said perhaps he would like to look at the engine before we played the piano and anyway I usually changed out of school clothes as soon as I got home.
We went upstairs and I put the engine out on my desk but then went to the wardrobe and got out my other things. At the same time I started to ask him about the camp.
"Tony told me they had a marvellous time during his week at camp! He said his lot were a good bunch and they all thoroughly enjoyed themselves. I think he said a couple of them were staying on, was it someone called Chater, Big Jim I think, the big chap who was in the sixth form last year? Oh, and his young cousin, Sam or something?"
Tim looked up at me as I was pulling my shirt off, "Yes, they were both there and it was pretty good. Big Jim's great fun and Sam was a scream and except for that Bernie Foster everyone was fine. He's a bloody pain!"
I began to undo my shorts, "I hear he got the same treatment as Cleggy did the previous week!"
He looked rather sharply at me, "You know about that? Did Tony tell you?"
"Yep, I thought it was very funny, poor old Cleggy, but Tony said he enjoyed it really. And he said Dave Morgan had told him about Bernie Foster."
"What else did he tell you?"
"Oh, all about what went on. It's OK, we tell each other everything 'cos we've been friends since junior school."
We lapsed into silence and I picked up my other shorts but before I put them on I thought I would tell him about the exploration in the scrum today.
"Hey, by the way, someone in the scrum today kept putting their hand up my shorts and feeling me!"
"Who was it, do you know?"
"I'm not sure, it could have been either Ginger Hare or Roo 'cos they were both in the second row behind me."
He laughed, "Lucky you, but it wasn't me! I was running up and down passing the ball to Dave Morgan and Johnny Reed. Anyway, what happened?"
"Oh, whoever it was just put his hand up when we all had our heads down and felt around. He did it about four times, feeling my balls mostly, but he did run a finger down the side of my cock."
I stood up straight, my prick was beginning to stiffen and I was getting a telltale bulge in my pants.
Tim was looking at me very solemnly, "Do you feel horny?"
I nodded.
"What time will anyone be home?"
"Oh, not until about six."
I dropped my pants and my cock stood ready at attention. I looked over at Tim. "You've done it with Roo as well, haven't you?"
It was his turn to nod as he stripped off his pullover and shirt and then dropped and removed his trousers. He was breathing heavily already and I could see why because his prick was rampant too.
I got my towel and laid it on the floor and then stood in front of him.
We stared intently at each other's equipment. I could see that although his cock was thicker than mine it wasn't much longer and he was almost fifteen and he was also a few inches taller than me.
He made the first move, "I'll do it to you first, shall I?"
I could feel a terrific hotness under my balls already, "Oh, please!"
He came and stood behind me and caught hold of my cock between finger and thumb at my knob end. He pulled down slowly and hard and my skin began to unroll but, as usual, stuck just over halfway. I gasped slightly and luckily he didn't attempt to force it down any further but just whispered, "Mine was like that, it goes right back now, though!"
He slipped his fingers a bit lower and began to toss me off steadily and then faster. I didn't take long before I produced my usual stream. I caught hold of his hand to stop him and leaned back panting. "I needed that! That bastard in the scrum made me quite randy!"
He laughed, "You're making me feel quite randy, too! But gosh, Jacko, you do shoot a lot of stuff!"
I didn't say anything but changed places and began to explore the thickness and length of his tool. As I did so I pulled back on his skin and, as he'd said, it slipped back easily over his knob. I kept it back as much as possible and copied the pace and strength of the wank he had just given me. As soon as I started a steady rhythm I saw in the wardrobe mirror that his balls quickly tightened up and stood out like two hard walnuts at the base of his prick.
Quite early on he started to breathe very heavily and although he puffed and panted greatly he seemed to take an awful long time to come. I knew he was about to shoot his load when he began to moan softly and the muscles in his buttocks began to twitch where they were pressed against me. There was a great jerking and pounding in his cock but when he came he only squirted out a few drops of very thick white spunk. In comparison with my usual copious amount he produced hardly anything. He was panting so much he could hardly speak.
"Oh, Jacko, thanks, that was great. You come much quicker than me. I do take a while, but that was really a long time today! It's when I want it so bad!"
"You enjoyed it though?"
"Oh yes, it was terrific!"
He was breathing less deeply now as I felt down to his balls which slowly softened and hung free again in their wrinkled sac. They felt much bigger now as I carefully held them.
"You've got big balls," I said, "They're bigger than mine and hang lower."
"You should see my brother's, they really do hang low. He takes a long time to come as well. I didn't know some boys came quicker until I was on that weekend with Roo and Dave. Have you done it with them?"
I shook my head and as we got dressed told him about making stuff after Tony had said he could. Then I said I'd found out about it when my cousin Alun stayed at Easter and I'd watched him tossing off in bed. He was listening very carefully and as soon as I said about seeing Alun he laughed and interrupted me.
"Oh, Jacko, I found out about it just like that 'cos my brother John woke me up one night when he was doing it to himself in bed. We were both in his bed as someone was staying with us and they were in my room. Anyway, I asked him what he was doing and the fool said he had an itch and was scratching but then when he thought I'd gone to sleep again he went on with it."
"Yeah, it was like that with Alun but the next night he saw me watching him so he went on tossing himself off, then he tried doing it to me but I didn't make any stuff. It was ever so good, though!"
Tim was nodding and smiling at this and then said, "Oh, yes, it was exactly the same with me. I must have moved when he was finishing off and he realised I wasn't asleep so he felt for my prick and tried to do it to me but I didn't shoot any stuff, just like you!"
"How long ago was that?"
"Oh, I was about twelve, 'cos the next night when we got undressed I asked him what he'd been doing and when we got into bed he explained all about it. He said I'd like it ever so much but I'd have to wait a bit before I could make any stuff because he'd only just found out and he was fourteen then. He was right, it's been a long wait 'cause I've tried quite a bit and he's done it sometimes to me but I didn't make any until just before last Christmas and I was fourteen in November."
"How did you find out?"
He grinned, "Oh, Mum was out on canteen duty the first evening we broke up school before Christmas and John and I were fooling about before going to bed and we were having a tussle and he had me down on the floor. I didn't realise but my thing was a bit stiff and it popped out of my pyjama trousers and he caught hold of it and rubbed it up and down. It was so nice I just lay back and he kept on and I made some stuff and it went all over my pyjamas. I did it to him then and then we did it again to each other a bit later. It was great!"
"Matt says he made stuff before he was thirteen so it seems it depends who you are 'cos I was nearly fourteen when I found out I could do it properly."
"Yeah, John said he found out lots of his friends were doing it younger than him and that Sam Catt at camp was almost thirteen and he was at it all the time. Still I don't mind, I've done it plenty of times now."
"Do you do it every day 'cause I do?"
"No, not every day. It depends, I really do it when I feel like it, I suppose it's about every other day and then I do it sometimes with John when one of us wants it."
"I make a note in my diary and so does Tony. That's how Tony remembered all that happened at camp 'cos he had it all coded!"
This amused him greatly, "I think John did as well for a time but I haven't bothered. I'm too busy to keep a diary!"
We finished dressing and cleared up and went down and practised for nearly an hour before Ma and Pa came home. We didn't hear them come in and I had just finished one piece when Ma put her head round the door.
"Hello you two, all OK? That sounded much better, Jacko!"
I was particularly pleased with myself as I'd played it without any mistakes and up to speed.
"Oh yes, I feel much more confident now. Tim's helped a lot."
"Right, tea will be ready very soon. Will you stay, Tim?"
"Oh, please, Mrs Thomson, I'd like that very much. Mum's on late turn today so won't be in until eight and John's having his cello lesson."
Tim played through one of the pieces again and then said he was doing grade 6 at Easter and had already started practising for that. Oh, I thought, here goes, I suppose I'd better try harder. I got out Mrs Tring's present and we spent the next half an hour playing the first piece. I will really try as I do like playing! As I went out to see Tim off he asked if he could come round next week or would I like to go round to his house. We decided he might as well come round here.
Ma said she was very pleased with my playing and hoped I enjoyed it even if it did mean time spent on practising. I said I did and although Tim was better than me I didn't think I was too bad. In bed that night I thought to myself that I wasn't too bad on other things, at least I came quicker than him, but he obviously enjoyed it as much as I did. When I mopped myself I noticed the centre of my towel was quite damp and there was still a little of his thick spunk not quite soaked in. We'd had a fine duet!
On Friday morning as I went into the classroom, rather late as usual, and sat down, Matt whispered that he had something to tell me at break-time. I whispered back I had something to tell him too but our curiosity had to be contained because the beak was staring at us as he called the register and then he droned on about some rather boring historical incident for the rest of the double period as we scribbled notes furiously.
As soon as the bell went I followed Matt out and we walked over to the edge of the playing-field.
"Hey, Jacko, I must tell you this. When I went off yesterday after games Andy Symes caught me up and wanted to know how I was. We just talked as we cycled along and then he said why not go round to his now and we could finish our chat at leisure.
Well, when we got there and we'd gone up to his room he said that Dave Morgan had told him about us doing it last week and he'd thought about me a lot since that time in the summer. I said I'd cycled round several times but he never seemed to be in and he said he'd gone off to stay with an aunt in the country for the summer.
Anyway,..." he paused a moment and looked around, ..."he did it to me first then I did it to him. Gosh, Jacko, he was ever so gentle and made it feel really good.
He's ever so hairy, even more than Billy now, I think. We had a long chat afterwards and he wanted to know about all my friends and he didn't know about Nobbo's surprise party and that we'd been round there..."
He laughed... "He said he was going to wring Billy's neck when he saw him next for not inviting him as well. He's great, I like him a lot."
I listened to his tale without interrupting him but I was dying to tell him about my experience yesterday as well.
"Gosh, Matt, that sounds great, but my news is just like yours!"... He was about to say something but I went on hurriedly, "Tim Parker came back with me yesterday and we did it too!"
He laughed again, "Was it good?"
"Of course, but we'll have to talk about it more later as I've got to have a pee before the bell goes!"
With that I rushed off to the bogs wondering just how much he'd told Andy about his friends, including me. Coming out I caught up with Roo and we didn't hurry ourselves getting back to the classroom which meant we were about the last ones back. On opening my desk to get my books out I found a neatly folded note on top. I opened it and read:
'Dear Rod,
Would you and Perch like to come
round tomorrow afternoon and stay to tea?
Mum is on duty and Just William will be out.
Signed
Pole.'
Matt was already sitting there with a smug look on his face so I poked him in the ribs and showed him the note.
"Yeah! I've got one too! Cheeky sod, mine's 'Dear Perch'! Anyway, shall we go instead of me coming round yours?"
As Campion was bearing down on our row I just nodded and Matt whispered, "OK".
At lunch time we both bore down on Nobbo. He was grinning broadly.
"OK for tomorrow?" he asked cheerily, "Hope you liked my invitation!"
"Yes", said Matt, putting an arm round his neck, "A bit less of the Perch, though!"
"I wouldn't think there could be less of that!" he giggled and wrenched his head out of Matt's grasp, "Come round about three, eh?"
We agreed and went in to lunch where Friday fish and stodgy pudding were served to the starving masses.
I was ravenous again when I got home after school and raided the pantry. All I could find was bread and a pot of Mrs Gardiner's plum jam. Three thick slices kept hunger at bay until supper. In the meantime I practised for a solid hour because I was determined not to let Tim beat me by too much. I didn't practice anything else that night, my first day missed since I started. I'm still ahead as it was twice the day before.
Ma seemed quite pleased when I said I'd been invited to tea on Saturday. She said that Pa was very busy with the new project and as I wasn't going to be around she would go down to the labs and take notes for him. She left me some lunch and cycled off about twelve o'clock.
I finished all my homework in about an hour and scoffed my lunch then decided I'd better practice ready for my lesson on Monday. I was getting rather impressed with my own progress and found I could play almost all the pieces without looking at the music. I suddenly remembered I was supposed to be at Pole's at three and set off about ten to. I must say to him that being called both Nobbo and Pole was rather excessive for such a small boy! Still he wasn't so small down there.
Oh God, thinking about it was having the usual effect on Rod! I slid off my bike at his gate with a real horn on me and pushed the bike carefully round to his back door. Matt, or should I call him Perch now, was already there as his bike was leaning against the side of their garage. Nobbo opened the door very soon after I knocked and stood there in an old rugger shirt and shorts.
"Come on in, Matt's already here. Look! Billy's given me a new pair of shorts. They're not new really, they're too small for him now so he said I could have them!"
"You're lucky having a big brother 'cos I have to wait to have things bought for me but I've got my long trousers for after half-term!"
"So have I, but they were Billy's 'cos it saves on coupons, mum says."
We followed him up to their shared bedroom where Matt was sitting on the bottom bunk looking at a comic.
"Howdy, pardner!", he drawled in awful imitation of the American accents we'd heard at the cinema on our last visit, "Look who's here, it's Rod, the fastest draw in the West!" He stared at the bulge in my shorts, "And I see you've brought your shooter with you, pal!" With that he went into hoots of laughter and so did Nobbo as soon as he saw why.
"You randy sod, Jacko, how long have you had that?"
I mumbled something about it going hard while I was riding over and they shouldn't laugh 'cos I might get embarrassed. This set them off again, with Matt saying "Ride it, cowboy!" and stupid Nobbo spluttering "Well, I'll be hornswoggled!" I had to laugh at that and sat next to Matt until they calmed down which took some time 'cos as soon as they were quiet one of them would repeat, "Well, I'll be hornswoggled!". By that time my horn had subsided and Nobbo was obviously ready to tell us more news.
"Hey, you two, guess what I've got on!"
"Well, you've got Billy's old shorts on, we can see them!"
"Yeah, and I've got his jockstrap on as well! He tells me to keep my thieving hands off it so 'cos he's out I put it on. D'you want to see?"
We didn't have time to answer because he immediately wriggled the shorts down over his hips and displayed his equipment encased in the droopy pouch.
"It's a bit big for me but it's good isn't it."
I reached out and pinged one of the elastic strings at the back. It was more than a bit loose on him.
"Billy's a lot bigger than you so you've got to grow a bit before it'll fit you!"
"Yeah, I know, but I thought I would try it." He looked in turn at both of us. "Do you want to try it on?"
We both nodded and stood up and started to take our things off. Nobbo slipped his shorts off completely and then slid the jockstrap down and off. He handed it first to Matt who put it on and filled the pouch more than Nobbo and the waist band fitted him quite tightly.
"Christ, Matt! your things are as big as Billy's 'cos he looks just like that in it."
Matt grinned and thrust forward, "It's a good fit, isn't it? Hey, Jacko, have a try!"
He pulled it down and off and handed it to me. Of course as soon as I put it on my prick began to go hard again and made a good show in the pouch even though the elastic waist was quite a bit too big for me. Nobbo became a bit agitated.
"Hey, for Christ's sake Jacko, don't come in it or Billy'll know we've been wearing it."
I turned to face him and gave my shaft a few experimental rubs through the fabric. "Serves you right if I do. Anyway, he'll think you did it!"
Matt laughed, "No he won't 'cos you make more than Nobbo and you'll fill it with spunk."
With that he grabbed my cock through the layer of material and began to jack me off vigorously. Poor old Nobbo was nearly frantic.
"Hey, stop it, please, he'll kill me if it gets mucky."
"My come's not mucky, it's good clean English spunk." I put a hand out and stopped Matt and slipped the jockstrap down off my hips and stepped out of it. "You'd better put a towel down quick!" Even though Matt had stopped I could feel my legs and thighs twitching and the base of my cock pounding. Nobbo got a towel out from under the bottom bunk and thrust it on the ground just as Matt clasped my prick and pulled down hard half a dozen times. That was enough to set me off. I shot and I shot and I shot. A great pearly stream of come squirted up out of my knob and splashed down on the towel in an almost continuous arc.
There was a few moments silence and Nobbo breathed a great sigh of relief, "Oh, Jacko, thank God you didn't do all that in the jockstrap, Billy would have gone mad!"
Matt put his arm round him, "Course he wouldn't, he'd be proud to have a brother who could make that lot!" He was still holding my cock with his other hand and squeezed it as it was now going soft, "I don't know where it all comes from, Jacko! It's amazing! And it's not pure English spunk, don't forget you're half French!" His own prick was now very stiff.
He let go of my cock and I moved to his other side and looked down at his prick and nodded to Nobbo, "Hey, Pole, you'd better do it to him now in case he wants to put that thing on again 'cos just his prick will fill it let alone his spunk! And his spunk's straight from the African jungle!"
Matt punched out at me and missed as Nobbo stood by him and ran his fingers down his shaft and stroked his balls which responded by drawing up tight. "What d'you mean, he's not African is he? He's not black?" Matt leaned back and murmured, "Tell you later, don't stop now!" as Nobbo began a slow, firm wank, gradually quickening his stroke until, with a loud gasp, Matt shot his load all over the spread towel. As he came I quickly went to Nobbo's side and began tossing him off very fast and made him come almost before Matt had got his breath back. We stood facing each other in a tight circle. Matt the tallest with his arms round our shoulders and Nobbo and I holding each other and Matt round our waists. Nobbo broke the silence.
"I'm glad I've got friends like you two."
Matt hugged us a bit tighter, "So am I!"
All I could say was, "Me too, pardners!"
We parted and got dressed and Nobbo asked "What was that, Matt, are you African?"
"No. I don't think so, not really. I was born in South Africa 'cos my father and mother were out there and they're English, so I am too! He was at the naval station on the coast and that's certainly not in the jungle! I don't think there's any jungle there but there were lots of black Africans. We had a black cook and her husband was our gardener and I use to play with their two sons and they were ever so black."
Nobbo was fascinated, "Were they black all over?"
"Oh, yeah," he nodded his head.
"What about?...", he paused.
Matt grinned, "Oh yes, all over, including their cocks!"
"How do you know,"
"'Cause I saw them, stupid!"
"When?"
"Well, Marjorie used to look after me when I was small and her boys were a bit older and as it was hot weather most of the time we use to be in the garden and didn't wear anything so I saw. When I was a bit older I used to go off to school, but we always played together in the holidays and I didn't come back to England until I was nine so I knew them a long time."
Nobbo was silent for a moment, "I wonder if Africans make black stuff, you know like we make white?"
We both looked at Matt questioningly.
"I don't know, 'cause although we use to look at each other I suppose George was too young to do it and he never said he could. He was the older one and about eleven when I came back." He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. Anyway, it's a good job we don't, isn't it?" He giggled, "We'd have to have black sheets, wouldn't we!"
We all laughed and then I told them about my experiences at the weekend with the wet dream and Pa's talk with me. Matt nodded wisely when I said Pa had said the same as his dad that you shouldn't worry.
Nobbo nodded his head sagely, "Billy says you only get told it's bad for you 'cos some of them think it's too good for you! And he says I'm not to believe you grow hairs on the palms of your hands 'cos you do it!"
This piece of information was news to both of us because we both began to ask at the same time what he meant.
"Oh, Billy said he got scared soon after he started 'cos some older boy at school grabbed his hands one day and said he could see he liked tossing off 'cos he had hair growing on his palms. Of course Billy looked and the boy said 'Got you, you little wanker' and laughed and told him not to believe everything he heard! Hey, what about saying it to Cleggy on Monday?"
We laughed and decided we would try it on young Benno first. By this time we were very hungry and Nobbo said everything was ready for us downstairs but he had better put the jockstrap away carefully so Billy wouldn't know and we weren't to tell him or he'd get belted. We promised faithfully, keeping fingers crossed, while Nobbo folded it and put it back in Billy's drawer before we went downstairs and attacked the tea.
It's funny, thinking about it when I got home, Nobbo never said where Billy had gone. In fact, after tea, he wasn't mentioned again, and Matt didn't mention Andy Symes either and I'd forgotten to ask him to tell us more. Anyway, we played a quick game of Monopoly and then Matt and I left to go home. I rode round to his first and on the way told him about what happened in the scrum. After asking if I enjoyed it he said he thought it must have been Ginge as he had been on the left in the second row and I'd said the exploring hand had gone up my left shorts leg therefore he was the culprit. I said he sounded like Sherlock Holmes and I would see what happened next time. I didn't ask him about Andy 'cos I wanted to hear about it in detail and there wasn't time then.
Sunday turned out to be not very good weather and I felt rather bored but then some time after lunch Tony called round to see me. We went up to my room and I quietly told him I'd been round to Nobbo's the day before with Matt and how we'd frightened the life out of Nobbo.
He laughed, "Oh, poor old Nobbo. Billy wouldn't have really minded, I don't suppose - but you say Nobbo did seem scared?"
"Yep, Billy's a lot bigger than him! Anyway what did you do yesterday?"
"Practised for the first aid badge with Vince."
Oh, Vince, I thought. I whispered, "Did you practice anything else?"
He grinned and nodded his head, "Of course! You don't think we spent the whole afternoon tying bandages."
"Did Vince say anything about games last Thursday?"
"No, why?"
I told him what had happened and his response was the same as Tim's and Matt's.
"You were lucky. The only balls I felt on Thursday afternoon were those that came out of the scrum, not those in it. Anyway, if you thought it was Vince why don't you ask him?"
"Well, it could have been Roo."
"You'll just have to wait until next Thursday and you might find out!"
I thought I would try out what Nobbo had told us.
"Hey, Tony, I heard yesterday that if you wank a lot you get hair growing on the palms of your hands!"
He fell straight in for it!! He turned his right hand over and glanced at the palm. I just had a great fit of the giggles.
"You little sod, it's not true, you're having me on!"
"Caught you, though, didn't I!"
"Who told you that one?"
"Nobbo did, he said some boy had caught Billy and we said we would try it on Benno on Monday!"
Tony laughed, "Lovely, I like that! Then we can try it on Cleggy and Roo! If it was true they'd have to go to the barber's for a palm trim every week!"
"That's what Nobbo said about Billy!"
We had a good giggle about that and wondered about all the others in the class. Then I remembered I hadn't told Tony about my wet dream and what Pa had said. I started off by saying he had gone off for a potation after the match with the Brothers. Tony laughed and said that explained it. His mother had seen Pa coming back on his bicycle and she had said that Dr Thomson nearly fell off when he raised his hat to her and she thought that was a bit strange. I said he wasn't to say anything to his mother now he knew 'cos Pa had called it a touch of the Irish 'flu and I knew that Van and Mike's dad had caught it as well! We laughed at that and then I told him about what had happened after Ma had noticed the stains on the sheet and he giggled again.
"I haven't really bothered about it, Jacko, 'cos my mum's never mentioned she's seen anything. And anyway, Pop is so often away I don't suppose he's had time to get round to talking to me about it."
I knew that Tony's dad travelled around the country a lot assessing bomb damage and so on because I'd heard Mrs Peters next door telling Ma that he had a dangerous job and Mrs Marcham got worried when he was away.
"I expect he'll say something sometime, unless he thinks you know it all!"
"I don't know it all, I wish I did. It's only when I go to camp or people like your cousin tell you things that I find out. I bet there's loads of things we don't know yet!"
I nodded in agreement - I seemed to be learning new things every week but there was one constant thing - my dick was always going hard whenever I thought of it.
I scratched it idly through my shorts. Tony saw this and grinned and pointed a finger stiffly upwards.
"Is it?"
"Um, yes!"
He stood by the sink and beckoned me across.
"Shh", he whispered, "Let's do it here."
He undid my flies and clamped his fingers round my rigid cock.
"Christ, you've got a real hardon here!" he murmured and began to rub me up and down.
As he was doing this I put a hand behind me and undid his flies and squeezed his stiff prick in his pants. He groaned.
"Oh, not yet, Jacko, wait a moment. I want it ever so bad but I'll make you come first."
Luckily for Tony I shot my load very quickly because no sooner had I changed places and got his prick out properly he was ready to come. He leaned back against me and I could see in the mirror above the sink he had his mouth open and was clenching his teeth as he breathed in and out. My, what a load he shot, his prick jerked in my fingers as I held it tight as the spunk shot out.
He breathed heavily, "Oh, that was fabulous. Oh thanks, Jacko! I could do with it like that every day!"
I put my finger to my lips as I heard a door open and close downstairs.
We quickly did up our flies and I sat at my desk while Tony lounged on the end of the bed. False alarm, no footsteps came upstairs. Instead a voice called from the bottom of the stairs, it was Ma.
"Do you two want some tea?"
We replied in unison, "Oh, yes please!"
Over tea Tony told us he was looking forward to the visit to his great-aunt Mary's and hoped I was too. Ma asked him about her and he said she was his father's aunt and had been married to a General who died just before the war as Tony remembered going to the funeral. Pa said he thought the General had had a lot to do with the League of Nations. Tony said that was right and he'd been told he had worked for it because he wanted to do something because his son had been killed in the First World War just before it ended. Ma said she hoped his great-aunt wouldn't be too put out having four boys staying there and was the house big enough.
Tony laughed and said he always got lost when he explored the house and it had ever so many bedrooms and there was only Aunt Mary and her companion there other than the land girls who lived above the stables. He said his dad was her land agent as well so took him there quite often on his visits.
After Tony had gone home Pa said he remembered General Crossley coming to speak to the students when he was at university and he thought he was a most interesting man. He seemed to remember also that around the time the General died his daughter, who had married a farmer in Kenya, had also died so that left just old Mrs Crossley.
Ma said she remembered the daughter dying as it had been in the papers at the time because she had fallen off a horse some way from the farm and hadn't been found for some days and someone had said it wasn't an accident. I sat goggle-eyed at this I would have to ask Tony if there was a mystery.
To be continued.