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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. A dramatis personae will follow after a few more installments - there are a lot of characters!
ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
CHAPTER 15
Friday 24th December 1943
The train journey was tedious. Pa and Ma said they were comfortable enough but I was stuck between two squaddies who slept most of the way after we changed trains and I couldn't see out of the window. Also, I was starving as the sandwiches Ma had brought didn't go far enough to assuage my pangs of hunger. Still, we did at last reach Cardiff in good time and got an ancient cab to Uncle Dick and Auntie Fay's big house.
Auntie Fay was waiting at the door as we drew up. She was pleased to see us and we were ushered into the drawing room where Granddad and Grandma Thomson were sitting drinking tea. They were pleased to see us as well. Granddad had a great twinkle in his eyes and Grandma bobbed about as she greeted us. I was kissed heartily and the usual remarks about how much he has grown in the past two years were made. Auntie Fay rescued me and took me off to the kitchen.
"I'm glad you could all come," she said in her bright and cheerful way, "I'll take in more tea in a moment but you'd better take yours upstairs. You're in with Alun if you don't mind and he's up there now, poor thing!" She laughed and continued, "But I'll leave him to tell you why!" She went over to the table. "Here you are, pile some things on this plate first and take them with you."
I didn't get a chance to say anything as she bustled out before I had filled my plate. I poured some tea and put everything on a tray and made my way into the hall and up the stairs. Their house was much bigger than ours, six or seven bedrooms and an immense hall and staircase. Not as big as Ulvescott Manor though! I would have plenty to boast about on that score!
Alun's room was at the end of a corridor and the door was open. I was most curious to find out why he was up in his room and why he hadn't come down to meet us. The answer was very plain. He was sitting in a chair in his dressing-gown with his foot encased in a swathe of bandages. His greeting however was most effusive.
"Hi, Jacko, come in, come in!" He eyed me from top to toe and the inevitable came out. "Gosh, Jacko, you have grown!"
I smiled wanly and enquired what was wrong.
"Come in and shut the door and I'll tell you. Is there any of that for me?" He pointed at the plate. I held it out and he selected one of the three buns I'd strategically balanced on top of each other. "Ta," he took a large bite and chewed away talking at the same time, "I did this on Wednesday playing for our junior works team. It's only sprained, luckily, but the sod aches like hell. Some poxy forward tackled me when I was just near the line and I turned and twisted my ankle. Still I didn't go to work yesterday or today and I hope I won't go back until after New Year now!" He grinned and finished demolishing the bun. "You OK?" he enquired, "I got your message!" He chuckled, "And Rhys said you're a devious bugger writing it like that!"
I replied that I had got the hint from the way he had pressed on the paper and asked where Rhys and Gareth were. From his reply, punctuated with bites at a second of my buns he had grabbed, I gathered that Rhys and Gareth both had holiday jobs at the steelworks and Rhys would be in soon but Gareth was pursuing some bird he'd met at the University and wouldn't be in until later.
I also gathered we would be having a Christmas Eve dinner at seven and everyone was supposed to be going to the Christmas Eve service later. He said he couldn't go because of his foot and why didn't I stay and keep him company. Rhys could go and look after Nan as he was her favourite, the spotty-faced, four-eyed twit.
"What's he done to upset you?" I asked as he seemed particularly close to Rhys with what he'd told me at Easter.
"Smarmy beggar, because I've been stuck up here he's been creeping round Nan and making her laugh and telling me she'll give him a better present. All Nan has said to me is I shouldn't play rough games. You watch it, Jacko, you creep round Nan as well and I'll have you!"
I laughed, "Fat chance you'll have stuck in a chair like that. I think I'll tell your mum you don't want any dinner tonight 'cause you've eaten my tea and that you're resting quietly."
Alun made a sitting lunge at me but I hopped back out of his reach. I moved swiftly forward and caught hold of one of his ears. "See, Alun, you're helpless and don't forget I'm bigger now."
I was too, I had grown about four inches since Easter and my new trousers had begun to look a bit short until Ma had let them down before we came away.
Alun wasn't at all put out and just laughed. "You wait, Jacko, don't forget we're sharing a bed and we'll both be lying down and you'll want some sleep." I let go of his ear. "My, my, that's made you think, and anyway, my foot will be much better by Monday and Nan is taking us all to the pantomime that night!"
I sat down on the bed near his chair and we chatted away. I told him about my visits to Ulvescott Manor and how we had got on with the POWs and about Bran. I didn't tell him anything about my other adventures as I thought I would keep all that for later. Later came sooner than I expected. Alun was shifting about in the chair and the dressing-gown fell back and his pyjama fly gaped open. I could see his bush of black hair and the top of his dick. He saw me looking and grinned at me.
"You wait 'til tonight, Jacko, you've got to give me a real demonstration."
I laughed and told him the one about the proof of the pudding I'd made up and he, of course, wanted to know who I'd told it too, and why. I said that my friend Tony had set me off with his tales of Scout camp and that I'd tried it with a few of my pals. He asked me how many and I told him it was thirteen so far, counting him at Easter. He whistled softly and said I'd beaten him already 'cause he'd only done it with about ten including Rhys and Gareth and, Christopher Columbus, all this talk had made him go hard. So had I, but I continued and told him about Matt and all his worries and how I'd had to ask Hans about his lop- sidedness. Alun giggled and said both Rhys and Gareth were definitely lop-sided and he was a bit, too.
We were just having a good laugh at that when we heard footsteps in the corridor and then a knock at the door. It was Ma who wanted to see the invalid.
"Hasn't Jacko grown!" was the first thing Alun said after explaining about his foot. Ma's response was to outline my average intake of food per day and to say that she'd make sure he wasn't left out of tonight's goodies even if it meant tying my hands down to prevent a food shortage. Cheek.
This conversation was mercifully brought to a halt with a commotion down below as Uncle Dick and Rhys arrived home simultaneously. I could hear Uncle Dick teasing Grandma about something or other and Ma made her excuses and went off telling me to follow her down. I heard her meet Rhys on the stairs and then he came into Alun's room.
"Hello, Jacko, glad to see you." I stood up, my hardon having subsided. He peered at me through his round-framed glasses. "Gosh, you're much taller than you were last time I saw you!"
This was getting a bit wearing. "I am three years older and anyway you're bigger too!"
He was too, much taller, and Alun had been right, he was spotty as hell.
"Anyway, had a good chat with the wounded soldier, old Bigfoot himself?
He's missing out 'cause he can't creep round Nan and she says he's just one of another generation of fools playing rough games, doesn't she, little brother?"
With that he bent over Alun and pinched both his cheeks and was very lucky to miss being hit square in the goolies with Alun's reaction. He twisted quickly out of the way and the blow smacked him on the leg. The brothers stuck their tongues out at each other.
"Missed, old son, got to be quicker than that! Anyway, news for you all. Uncle Edward is coming tomorrow and is staying for the night. He wangled a case in Cardiff this week so he could be here for Christmas."
I asked what he did and Rhys said that as he was a solicitor he was now a Major in the legal branch of the Army and spent most of his time dealing with courts-martial. I didn't know Uncle Edward very well. I'd only met him a couple of times before when I'd been with Ma and Pa to visit Granddad and Grandma outside Chester where they lived in a large house in a village. Uncle Edward was a partner in Granddad's firm of solicitors. Apparently he was a great favourite of the three boys. I looked forward to meeting him again.
Rhys warned me I'd better tidy myself up before dinner and steered me towards the bathroom. When I came back the two brothers were sitting with great grins on their faces. I assumed Alun had been telling Rhys about my tales. Rhys said nothing but flashed me a smile and said he would go and make himself respectable as well.
"You'll make certain I get my fair share tonight, won't you, Jacko?" Alun asked with an emphatic air. "Rhys and Gareth will just say I don't need much, but you'll keep at eye on things, please, Jacko, won't you?"
"I will as long as it doesn't deprive me of anything and anyway you've had at least half of my tea!"
"Promise, Jacko, and I'll make it up for it tonight, later. I'll tell you what, you could stay and keep me company when all the others go to the carol service."
"I don't know anything about going to the carol service. Ma and Pa didn't mention it. I could say I was too tired."
"Good idea, spotty-face Rhys can go and look after Nan. Gareth'll go 'cause his girl- friend will be there so we can look after ourselves!" He chortled at this then scrabbled under the chair and drew out a walking stick. He stood up gingerly and announced he had to go for a pee and hobbled out. I followed and went downstairs to be greeted by Uncle Dick and then had to tell Grandma all about school.
There was another commotion in the hallway about seven and it was Gareth in a great hurry running upstairs. I caught a glimpse of him and, my word, hadn't he grown since I last saw him. He was down again shortly and greeted Ma, Pa and me most effusively. He was even taller than Pa, about six foot two and broad with it. He clapped me on the back, ouch, once was enough, and then winked at me and made some remark that I wasn't his little cousin any more.
I hadn't realised it but, of course, all the men other than me and Rhys had changed into dinner jackets so it was going to be quite a formal affair. Rhys appeared bearing two plates of bits and pieces, then Uncle Dick dispensed sherry and I got a glass without anyone commenting. Goodho, things weren't too bad.
Dead on eight o'clock the gong sounded and we all trooped into the dining room. As youngest I had to escort Grandma and sat between her and Rhys. I never gave Alun a thought but tucked in myself mightily. At the end we had to drink toasts and Uncle Dick made his announcement. From January the First he was to be the Managing Director of the steelworks and be on the Board. I didn't know what this really meant but I gathered it was a very important job. Then we had games, much enjoyed by Grandma, until at ten Ma inclined her head towards the door and I followed her out.
"Would you like to stay and keep Alun company if the rest of us go off to the service?" she asked, little knowing I was going to suggest it myself.
"Oh, yes, I don't mind, it'll save him feeling left out of things too much, won't it?" was my judicious reply.
I secretly hugged myself inside and made my way up to the bedroom. Alun was listening to his wireless but was very pleased when I told him I would be staying while the others went out. I sat and listened with him until the noise downstairs told us they were off. I took my dressing gown with me to the bathroom and undressed and washed. I'd felt a bit tired earlier but all the food, drink and excitement had made me wide awake now. I slipped my dressing gown on, picked up my clothes and walked back to the bedroom. Needless to say I was in a high state of horniness. When I got back Alun was sitting on the side of the bed. I dropped my clothes on a chair and walked towards him.
"Take that off and let's have a look at you!" he commanded.
I shrugged off the dressing gown and stood a couple of feet away. My dick was pointing up and back rigid against my belly.
"Gee whiz, Jacko, you have grown since Easter!" was his immediate comment. "Here, put that towel on the floor and stand between my legs."
I again did as commanded, facing away from him. His left hand gripped my rod and he held me round the thighs with his other arm. He began to jack me off slowly but very firmly.
"Christ, Jacko, you've got a prong like a young donkey now!" he whispered, "And you're not fully grown yet."
As he pulled away so my foreskin rolled back and, peering down, I was amazed myself at how big my knob looked compared with even just a couple of weeks ago. Gosh, the steady rhythm was bringing me to a climax. It was a climax, too. Good job he was holding my dong upright because I shot a great jet of come straight up in the air and, luckily, it all landed on the towel. Alun gave a low whistle.
"Crumbs, Jacko, you said you could come, but that's more than I make! Wait 'til I tell Rhys and Gareth!"
I stood a moment or two to get my breath back then it was my turn to do some commanding. I told him to take his dressing gown off and lie back on the bed. In seconds he did as he was told with a great grin on his face and a thick, stiff prick pointing up his belly. He'd also grown since Easter, not only was he a good couple of inches taller but his cock was now longer and much thicker. Gosh, I hoped all Thomson cocks grew as big as that!
I bent over him and licked him under the chin. I had found Matt nearly went berserk when I did that to him. It had the same effect on Alun. His chin came forward and he gave a number of low moans. I swiftly licked my way down his chest and stomach and thought, now or never! I got onto the bed and knelt over his legs and took his knob end in my mouth. I rapidly began licking and sucking and rolling his skin up and down with my lips.
His prick was much too long to take fully into my mouth but it didn't matter, he was almost in a delirium by the time I had sucked enough to make him come. He shot loads too, much more than Matt, and I swallowed it all. It's strange salty sweet taste was not at all unpleasant. I held his prick in my mouth a few moments after he came and then flopped down beside him. He took longer than me to recover then he rolled over and hugged me.
"Oh, Jacko, where did you learn that?" he gasped, still breathing in and out very deeply, his face bright red with excitement.
"Let's get into bed properly and I'll tell you," was my rather pleased reply.
Alun rolled over in the bed, pulled on a piece of string hanging above the bed and the light went out. We turned to face each other and I went on telling him more of my tales. Or, at least, some of my tales because by just after eleven o'clock we both decided we were tired out and fell fast asleep. I did hear the door open much later but didn't turn over to see who it was. Father Christmas I supposed.
I was prodded awake by Rhys who came in bearing a tray of teacups. "Wakey, wakey, you two! Merry Christmas, here's your morning tea!" I heard him put the tray down and as we didn't stir fast enough he whipped the bedclothes down exposing our nakedness. We were too, as neither of us had bothered to put pyjamas on and I also realised I had a healthy hardon. It must have just growed 'cause I'd been sound asleep when he first came in.
By this time Rhys had gone across to pull the curtains back. I glanced down at Alun and he too was well-equipped with a huge stiffy. I turned onto my back to give Rhys a good view. He peered down at my rampant equipment and grinned.
"Come on, boyo, let's go and wake Gareth up," he said in a cheerful voice, "I'll carry your tea but you'd better put your dressing-gown on first, though."
I slid out of bed and saw he was studying me intently as I picked up my dressing- gown and slipped it on. He picked up the tray and led the way out to their bedroom next door. I didn't remember having been in it before. It was bigger than my double room and it was a real jungle of books, clothes, magazines and all sorts of other things with various flags and maps stuck on the walls. It was more of a muddle than Duncan Buchanan's room and to my tidy mind that was chaotic enough.
There were two single beds side by side on one wall and in one the sleeping figure of Gareth was almost fully covered by the blankets. Just the top of his head was visible. Rhys repeated his rousing gambit.
"Wakey, wakey, Gareth, Merry Christmas! Look who's come to wake you up!"
With that he whipped the clothes back off the recumbent figure which thrashed around trying to grab the blankets back. Gareth, like Alun and me, was sleeping in the nude and if I thought Alun's pole was big... well!! Gareth's was massive! Hardons in the morning seemed to be the common element amongst the younger Thomsons.
I turned and looked at Rhys who was grinning from ear to ear. Casually he untied the bow in his dressing gown cord and shucked the gown from his shoulders. Crikey, he and Gareth were a matched pair. In fact as Rhys wasn't so tall and hefty as Gareth the impression was that his prick was even bigger. It stood upright with the end well in line with his navel. Gosh, Matt, I thought, even you have some way to go! If all three of my cousins were so well-endowed would I end up like them? I sincerely wished I would.
Rhys came up behind me and slipped my dressing gown off my shoulders. It fell to the floor just as Gareth opened his eyes. Rhys and I stood side by side, his arm round my shoulders.
"What do you think of your little cousin, Gareth?"
My dick was so erect by now it ached and I leaned back a little to show it off more. Gareth put out a large paw and gently cupped my balls.
"There's no doubt you're a Thomson, young Jacko, with a prong like that!" He echoed his mother at Easter, "He's just like we were, eh, Rhys?" His face creased into a great smile.
He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. I could see he was very hairy. His thighs were covered with a mass of very black hair which joined the thick bush stretching well up his belly with a dense band of curls reaching his navel. A line of hair ran up his stomach to his chest where curls round his nipples stood out from the sprinkling of black hairs across his chest. I put a hand out and rested it on his shoulder and felt how hard and muscly he was. He gently squeezed my balls in response.
"We got your message," he said, grinning, "Alun told us all about Easter. And we've also got the evidence from last night." He pointed past me. I turned slightly and saw the towel which had been on our floor but was now draped across a chair back.
He continued with an amused tone in his light Welsh lilt, "When we came to bed last night Rhys popped in to see if you two were alright and found you both sound asleep. As he nearly tripped over the towel you had thoughtlessly left lying on the floor he brought it back here for inspection. We deduced from the signs that you had both demonstrated your manliness during the evening, so, what have you say for yourself! Eh?," he squeezed my balls again, waiting for my response while Rhys chuckled and clutched my shoulder a bit harder.
I giggled inwardly and decided to give him a deadpan response. "Firstly, you are incorrect, I heard someone come in so I wasn't asleep. Secondly, yes, you are right, we did demonstrate, as you said our manliness, but..," I waited a moment while Rhys chuckled again, "you haven't interpreted the signs correctly." I waited another moment, then pointed at the towel. "There is only evidence of one.., me.., once!" I concluded triumphantly.
Gareth looked up at Rhys, "My God, we thought they'd had at least a couple each!" He turned his gaze to me and, I thought, looked at me admiringly, "If you're telling us the truth, and I've got to believe you, you've got a real spunk factory between your legs, young Jacko! You'll need to be tested."
He let go of my balls and ran a finger up my erect prick. I winced from the intense pleasure. He grinned, "Not now, later, we've got to be up, dressed and ready for breakfast soon. We're all early risers here, in more ways than one!"
He stood up and towered over me. I glanced all the way down him. I giggled inwardly again, as Alun had said last night, like Matt and Hans he was deformed. One of his massive balls hung lower than the other. I switched my gaze to Rhys. He was about three inches shorter than Gareth, so he was a good head taller than me, and, lo and behold, he was lop-sided as well! Obviously, something to discuss later but at that moment the door opened and in came a limping, bleary-eyed Alun clad in his dressing gown. We turned towards him, his eyes opened wide.
"Oh, gosh," he burbled, "I wondered where he was! I might have guessed!" He closed the door behind him and continued in a conspiratorial but excited voice, "You should have seen him last night!"
This time Gareth put his arm on my shoulder, "We know. The little tyke has boasted of his prowess!"
I began to complain, "I didn't boast..."
Gareth pinched my shoulder, "No, that's right, I correct myself, he didn't boast, but we want your confirmation of what occurred!"
Alun limped over to the chair and sat down, "Gosh, he came loads first and,.. D'you know what he did then?" He leaned over towards his brothers looking at them questioningly. They looked at him impassively. "He sucked me off! Gosh, that was good! I've not had that done before, have you?"
Both brothers laughed out loud and I found myself enveloped in a mass of flailing arms and muscly bodies as they simultaneously grabbed me and lifted me up between them. I was now on a level with Gareth's face who said with a wide grin, "You little bastard, where did you learn that trick?"
"My friend Matt," I gasped out, "He did it to me, so, 'cause Alun's been so good to me and he's been injured I thought I would do it to him to cheer him up."
"Good for you, young Jacko!" he rubbed a rough chin down the side of my face, "It's a long time since I've had that done to me!"
Rhys ran his hand up my back. Oh Crikey, if they did anything else I felt I'd fire a load without warning. Not to worry, they let me down and, as my feet touched the ground, Rhys said, "Yes, Jacko, it's good, isn't it!"
Alun was clearly annoyed, his brothers had kept information from him! But, before he could speak Gareth smiled at him, "I haven't told you everything that's happened to me or I've done and I don't suppose Rhys has either! Don't get upset, Alun, you're still learning, and you had a nice lesson last night. You've got a real pal here, so be glad!"
He reached out and put a hand on Alun's arm, "Come on, no hard feelings, except where you like them, eh? That's the Thomson motto, isn't it? Here, take you're cousin back and we must get up and about or the grown-ups will be chuntering."
I picked up my dressing gown and rescued the towel from the chair that Alun was sitting on. As I put the dressing gown back on I felt big. I might not be as tall as them, nor have such a big prick as any of them yet, but I knew I was a member of the Thomson clan! I knew I was going to enjoy the next couple of days. I helped Alun up and together we went back to our bedroom.
The rest of Christmas Day sped by. We got Alun down the stairs ready for the present opening with much under the breath cursing and swearing on his part. I had loads of presents including a five pound note each from Granddad and Grandma and a couple of pound notes from Uncle Edward! What riches!
All were intrigued by my parcel from Hans. It was an exquisite carving of a shepherd and Alun kept picking it up to admire it. In a large envelope were two drawings, one by Mike and one by Maureen. Mike had drawn me sitting at the kitchen table with teapot, teacups and a mound of bread and butter beside me which caused a good deal of hilarity.
Auntie Fay kissed me and said, "Don't worry, you're a growing boy and need the food!".
Wait until I see Mike! Maureen's drawing was ever so good, it was a head and shoulders, like the one Mike had already done of me, but this one, I found out, copied from a photo Ma had lent her. Of course, the boys wanted to know who the girl friend was who drew it, much to my embarrassment. I vowed I'd get my own back somehow!
Christmas lunch was superb and a big highlight was the appearance of Uncle Edward who arrived, resplendent in his major's uniform with red tabs and Sam Browne belt, just as the lunch gong sounded.
After the rest of the afternoon and an evening of games and singing I was ready for bed when Ma nodded towards the drawing room door. I said my good nights and dutifully went upstairs, washed, undressed, switched the light out and got into bed.
I lay for a while thinking about the day and was just about to doze off when the door opened, closed, and Alun, I thought, got straight into bed beside me. I turned over and realised that it wasn't Alun. The big, well-muscled, hairy body next to me was Gareth. My cock immediately went stiff. I rolled over towards him and felt down between his legs. His tool was still limp but as I held it and pulled back slightly it stiffened in my hand. He turned and lay on his back.
I couldn't see anything as the room was pitch dark because of the blackout but he reached out and switched on the light which was on the bedside table. I rolled the bed clothes back and could see his colossal dong lying up his belly. I wanked him slowly and firmly and he came with a mighty whoosh of thick, creamy spunk. He put out a finger and dipped it in one of the sticky pools and put the finger to my lips. I sucked the come off. It wasn't so sweet tasting as Alun's or Matt's, it was much more salty. I got my hankie out from under my pillow and handed it to him. He mopped up most of the wetness but before he could finish I leaned over and licked up another droplet caught on the hairs on his stomach.
He ruffled my hair with his other hand then turned me on my back and my prick disappeared in his huge hand. His fist seemed to cover almost my whole length. I peered down as he slowly pulled up and down and saw my knob end pop in and out of his encircling mitt. When I came I didn't disappoint him. My spunk factory was in full production! A plume of come shot out first, then, as he tentatively pulled down on my throbbing rod, several great squirts followed. He tenderly ruffled my hair again.
"You're right, Jacko, that's you, the once and only king!"
He let go of my rod and dipped a finger in the biggest patch. He licked his finger and grinned at me.
"Your come's quite sweet. Did you know it changes as you get older?" he whispered.
I hadn't known that but having tasted only boys of my own age until tonight now realised, as Gareth was four years older, his was saltier. I whispered back all this and he ruffled my hair again. He passed me the hankie and when I'd dried myself I folded it and tucked it under the pillow again. He reached up and pulled the string to switch off the light and then pulled the blankets up.
"It's much better if we see each other, isn't it?" he whispered as we moved closer together.
Gosh, he was hard and muscly and I could feel the hairs from his thighs upwards tickling me. It was wonderful. I just dropped off to sleep and didn't wake up until Rhys prodded me awake again.
"Come on, lazybones, time to rise and shine!"
He really was too cheerful for what seemed to me to be so early in the morning. Of course, with the heavy blackout there was very little light in the room.
"What's the time?" I asked plaintively, "It's not time to get up yet, is it?" The heavy form of Gareth next to me grunted and then subsided.
"It's almost eight o'clock," was Rhys's response, "Breakfast will be ready at eight."
The magic word breakfast was enough to waken me. I sidled out of bed. Good God, this was getting monotonous, my prick was at full salute. Rhys tittered.
"We could put a Union Jack on that flagpole, couldn't we?" He leaned towards me, "OK last night, was it?" he asked in a stage whisper.
I nodded. "Yep, I think so!" I said briskly, "But you'd better ask Gareth, though. I didn't expect him to come in like that." I thought back to the hard, heavy ribbiness of that giant tool in my hand. "Gosh, he's big isn't he?"
Rhys chuckled and leaned forward again, "How did you do him?"... I held my thumb and fingers together and made a few jacking off movements. ..."You didn't?..." he opened his lips into a circle and I shook my head. "Did you do it to him lying down?" I nodded again. "...And he did the same to you? And you made lots of stuff?"
"Yes, lots, and he nearly made my dick disappear when he had his hand round it."
He laughed, "Not for long, in two years time you'll be big, I guarantee. Look at Alun, he had a weeny little rod when he was your age, nothing like as long as yours is now. We used to pull his leg about it, then it just grew ever so quickly and it's almost as long as mine now and you know mine is the same size as Gareth's 'cause you saw it yesterday."
To confirm this he flipped open his dressing gown and displayed the twin to the one I'd had in my hand the night before. He drew the gown about him as the body on the bed stirred.
"What are you two nattering about, you've woken me up!" grunted Gareth.
"I've brought you some tea, Gareth, and it's time to get up!" Rhys said sharply. "Mum says breakfast is at eight prompt because they're all going off to church." He laughed, "Dad's very funny, he said Grandma is only going to make sure her insurance premiums are paid up and Mum said he'd better not let her hear him say that or there would be trouble! He said you mean there would be hell to pay as well! I don't think Mum was too pleased 'cause she said he taught us boys bad manners! Your dad just sat and laughed."
My goodness this was a house of early risers and if I wanted some breakfast I'd better get down fast before the others scoffed it all. I went off to the bathroom and when I came back Rhys was sitting on the edge of the bed polishing his glasses and in earnest conversation with Gareth. Rhys grinned up at me.
"Come on then, Jacko, get your clothes on and we'll go down to breakfast. By the way," he dropped his voice, "Don't say you and Gareth were in here together last night, eh?" He raised his eyebrows.
I grinned back, I liked the conspiratorial nature of my new adventures.
Two cousins down, one to go. I followed Rhys next door to his room where Alun was on his back, mouth gaping, fast asleep.
"Oh, leave him, I'll bring him up some porridge and toast later," he said as I went over to the bed.
I turned and watched Rhys dress. He was thinner than Gareth but his lithe body was also quite muscly. I hoped I would get a better chance to examine him more closely. At least I could see now that he also had very hairy legs and as he raised his arms to put his shirt on I saw the black tufts in his armpits too. As he tied his tie he looked at himself closely in the mirror inspecting his much-pimpled face.
"God, Jacko, look at these monsters!" he moaned, "You should be glad you haven't got any yet. I need a shave but it's hell when I nick the top off one! Oh, bugger them, come on, let's get down to breakfast!"
We were greeted cheerfully by Uncle Dick and Pa who were sitting in the breakfast room drinking tea having finished eating. I was helping myself to porridge from the sideboard when Uncle Edward came in and was chided by his brothers for lateness. He ignored their remarks with a toss of the head and sat down and poured himself a cup of tea as Uncle Dick left.
"And where are the rest of the tardy crew, then?" he asked. "The Brontosaurus and the sesquipedalian stumblebum?"
Rhys gave a snigger while Uncle Edward continued, not waiting for an answer. "Come on, ten bob for the first of my erudite nephews to tell me what I meant."
I supposed he wanted to know if we knew what a brontosaurus was and what sesquipedalian meant. I knew a bit about dinosaurs but I hadn't heard the other word before. Ah, but I did know that sesqui meant another half more 'cause it had come in a translation recently.
I leapt in, "I know a bit, you mean sesqui-whatsit don't you? Well, sesqui means half as much again..." I faltered.
Rhys was pondering and continued, "...And pedalian must refer to foot.. So.." He faltered too, then said with a rush, "And the other one's a big ungainly beast!"
Uncle Edward laughed, "Good for you, but only worth five bob each. You're right about the bronto - that means thunder in Greek - and the other means a foot and a half.."
Rhys continued brightly, "And I also know what stumblebum means so that's worth a quid!"
Uncle Edward shook his head, "No, you don't catch me like that!" He fished into his trouser pocket and drew out four half-crowns and flipped two each towards us. "You did well enough to get that far and you'd better not tell them what I said or I'll be in hot water!"
He turned to Pa who by now had also finished but was sitting listening.
"By the way, James, I'm in your direction on Monday after New Year. Ulvescott or somewhere like that. I'm prosecuting some dumb sergeant who's been selling rations on the black market."
Pa shot a glance at me and raised an eyebrow. I leapt in again, "That's Sergeant Higgs, he's been stealing food from the prisoners of war and selling it."
Uncle Edward looked at me intently, "How do you know that, Jacko?"
I told him the tale of how Bran had knocked him off his bike and the policeman had discovered the parcel of food. Then I went on to say I'd spent a lot of time while I stayed at the Manor practising my German with Hans who had given me the carving. Uncle Edward was obviously interested in what I'd said because when Rhys and I had finished and left the room I heard him asking Pa about the manor.
We went up to jingle our well-earned coinage at Alun and Gareth who were still in their beds and tell them what Uncle Edward had called them both and how we, his erudite nephews, had earned some ready cash. They quite independently made unwarranted violent lunges towards our persons and we had to hold Alun down and tickle him as a punishment while he swore to do unmentionable things to us when his foot was better.
Gareth, whom we visited secondly, was true to Uncle's description and lumbered out of bed thunderously, threatening to pulverise us if we didn't move out of his way sharpish as he wanted a slash urgently. We did as told and soon after Alun limped in carrying his clothes.
"Thought I'd better come back in before Mum comes up to find out what all the row's about!"
We grabbed him again and dumped him unceremoniously on the bed and held him down struggling away while we both gave him another tickling and reiterated Uncle Edward's description of him, this time emphasizing the stumblebum.
"Stop it, you two," he kept gasping out between bouts of laughter, "You're making my ankle hurt!"
We desisted after a while and when he heard Gareth come out of the bathroom he limped off clutching his dressing-gown around him.
Because Rhys and I were up and dressed first we were dragged off to the morning service. It wasn't too bad, plenty of hearty singing and the organ sounded smashing. All that singing made me hungry so I was glad when one o'clock came and Sunday lunch was on the table!
I had to play to Grandma in the afternoon - I'd thoughtfully brought my music just in case - well worth it as she pressed a folded up pound note into my sweaty paw when I finished and gave me a peck on the cheek as an extra.
That night Alun and I went upstairs together to get ready for bed, but, as I suspected, he whispered goodnight to me at the first of the two bedrooms and I went to the second. I was in bed reading by the light of the bedside lamp when Rhys came in. He was soon undressed and in bed beside me. I whispered that I wanted to have a look at him and peeled back the blankets. He was another black-haired Thomson with very hairy thighs, just like Gareth. After running my fingers through the tufts on his leg I stroked his left ball and felt the hard walnut under the wrinkled skin which had lots of long straggly hairs all over it.
I whispered "Gosh, Rhys, your balls are huge!" before I moved my hand up and pushed my fingers into the wiry bush surrounding his rapidly hardening prick which lay up his belly. A few black curls straggled upwards and ended abruptly at his navel. Unlike Gareth he only had a light dusting of short black hairs up his stomach and there were none on his chest.
I leaned over him and touched a nipple with my tongue. He shuddered. I licked around his nipple and felt a few rough hairs rasp my tongue. I continued my exploration and lifted an arm. His hair under there was very thick and long and he had a more acrid smell than I'd noticed on either Alun or Gareth. It wasn't unpleasant, just sharp.
Poor lad, his face was a real mess. Matt's, or even Alun's, spots and bumps were nothing compared with Rhys's profusion of lumps and festering pustules with black hairs in between. I touched his lips with my tongue.
"Do they hurt?" I asked.
He shook his head, "No, they're just a damn nuisance and you should see my back as well."
He turned to give me a view and there, across his shoulders, were patches of angry- looking red pimples. "You want to hope you don't get any. Gareth was lucky he's got rid of his and Alun hasn't got as many as me. Still, one of my friends at school said he'd heard his dad say they make you more randy!"
He squeezed my arm as he said this and I remembered my early conversation with Matt. I'd better ask Rhys a bit more later! I had finished my inspection by this time so thought I'd better see if Rhys was really randy. I started off as I had with Alun with a few licks under his chin while I touched his balls and then I gripped his thick, hard dick. Gosh, it felt really strong!
Next, I slowly ran my tongue all the way down until I reached his navel and at the same time pulled down hard on his prick to roll his foreskin back. As soon as my mouth reached his rod I began to lick his knob end and he began to rock up and down. He caught hold of my head and held it as I licked round the rim teasing the stringy join in the groove. I opened my mouth very wide and slipped his knob in and began to suck.
He was certainly randy! I only managed to suck at his knob and didn't attempt to take any of his length in because in half a minute he'd shot his load. There was a lot of spunk and it tasted salty, just like Gareth's. I swallowed it down and raised my head which he was still holding tight. I slid up the bed beside him and touched his lips with my spunk-smeared tongue.
He licked my tongue in reply and whispered, "Thanks, Jacko," in a very distant voice.
He soon recovered and it was my turn to be inspected. He felt my legs and I could feel his fingers exploring the slightly rough new growth of hair on my thighs. He parted my legs and weighed my balls in his hand before sizing my nuts with probing fingers. My foreskin was still over my knob so he pulled it back slowly and ran a finger up and down my rigid dong. Ow!..Aw!.. it was exquisite.
I breathed in deeply as he moved his hand up, tweaked at my bush and then brushed it flat again. He lifted my right arm and felt in the pit. He tickled me a bit as he explored and found my tiny patch of down. Then he leaned over and parted my lips with his tongue while at the same time gently squeezing my balls. I felt I wouldn't be long in coming tonight. He moved his mouth to my ear.
"Let me do it to you standing up," he whispered and got out of bed.
Crafty sod, he'd brought a towel with him which he laid on the floor someway back from the dressing table and its mirror. I got out of bed the other side and stood facing the mirror a bit back from the edge of the towel.
He grinned and mouthed, "You're confident!"
I was too, I mustn't disappoint him. He stood just behind me and began to jack me off slowly. I knew it would be good and, whether it was the result of yesterday's Christmas pudding or the two bowls of Auntie Fay's porridge this morning, my spunk factory was working flat out. He got his reward. I counted one hundred and forty-five downward pulls before the surges under my prick began. He slowed right down as he sensed I was about to come and matched my spasms so that each time he pulled down I squirted a stream of stuff up and over the towel splashing down well past it but not hitting the dresser like that time with Tony. It wasn't that I didn't fire as far, it was that the dresser was further away this time!
Rhys stood holding my softening prick for ages staring at the scattered drops on the linoleum.
"Christ Almighty, Jacko," he whispered in almost an awed tone, "I wouldn't have believed that if I hadn't seen it happen. God, you do shoot a lot!"
He felt down to my balls which were still tight up against the base of my prick.
"Gosh, they're half my size and just look at the stuff you make!"
He wiped up the splodges of come with the towel while I got back into bed. He got in beside me, switched off the light and held me tight.
"Golly, Jacko, you shoot more than your Thomson cousins, even at your age. Congratulations!"
He hugged me more and asked me when I'd found out I could make stuff and who I'd done it with. I told him a bit about Tony and Matt and then thought I would ask him a few questions now.
"Alun told me you liked doing it a lot. Do you do it every day?"
"Yep, of course, and more if I feel like it."
"What about Gareth?"
"Yeah, he does too. We generally go to bed about the same time so we often watch each other standing up. We've done that ever since he did it to me the first time. Gosh, Jacko," he mused, "Gareth is big, isn't he? Christ, you should see his balls bounce when he beats his meat! His balls aren't bigger than mine but they hang lower!"
All the time we were talking we were feeling each other's cocks. Both were hard again. I slipped out of bed and retrieved the towel and put it between us. We resumed our conversation and he told me about some of the boys he'd tossed off at school and then we both fell silent as within seconds of each other two jets of spunk shot from our knob ends. I fell asleep in his arms within a few minutes after that.
I was prodded awake by Rhys for the third morning running. At least, I thought it was morning but it could only have been a couple of hours later. He was rampant and the prodding instrument was his dick against my stomach. I woke slowly to find he had by then lifted my hand and placed it on his cock and was already busy on my ever alert dick.
"Can't waste it, can we?" he whispered as I stirred.
I turned on my back and for the third time that night fired my wad. I found the towel and wiped up the few drops of come I'd managed to produce and decided to give Rhys something else to remember. I nudged him over onto his back and pulled the blankets right back and knelt over him. I lifted his stiff heavy cock and gave him a mighty fast hard wank. My fist fairly flew up and down pulling on his hefty dick. He grunted and squirmed then he shot. I was hoist by my own petard. I made the mistake of leaning forward over him just as he came. And he came lots, all over my chest. I flopped forward onto him so all his spunk was squashed between us. His chest was heaving as he got his breath back and he took me into a great bear hug.
"You're a randy little sod, even without the spots," he whispered in my ear giving my cheek a lick, "We'll have to do it again, soon."
To be continued:
Previous stories of mine have been published on Nifty.
Spying on My Brothers: (45k: Incest Section: Apr 15 2000)
Easter Rugger Tours (Dir: HS Section: Jun 10 2000)
Jordan's Story (84k: HS Section: Jul 23 2000)
Flip's Tale (Dir: HS Section: Apr 17 2002)
Taming the 'Phobes (Dir: HS; Military: August 04 2002)
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