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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.
ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
Chapter 23 (Continued)
As soon as we got into bed that night I turned to Matt and asked if he was surprised when I said I'd found the French letters in Chris's belongings. Matt had obviously been mulling over the same thing.
"At least it was a full packet," he said, "I wonder if he thought Julia might have...?"
He paused and I nudged him and continued before he went on. "It might have been a second packet," I said mischievously.
"My sister's not like that," he retorted hotly, "You're not to say things like that!"
Well, well, he was being defensive of his sister's good name! I did the only thing to calm him down. I reached down and held his stiffening cock.
"You like doing things and so did Chris and the other is just like I've done to you."
"But they're not married!"
"Nor are we."
"You know what I mean. You're not supposed to do it to girls unless you're married to them."
"But those things stop babies so I don't suppose it matters then."
Matt was getting very worked up.
"I heard Mum say to Julia once she had to be careful or she wouldn't be responsible for the consequences and Julia rushed up to her room and slammed the door. Do you think it was because she and Chris...?"
"I don't know," I said, "I haven't got a sister. Mike's got four and one's just got married."
To calm him down a bit I told him about Mike watching Eamonn tossing off. It didn't calm him down as he wanted to be tossed off himself and then he gave me my fourth for the day. Nice and slow! Aaaah!
Aunt Mary asked us at breakfast if we minded cycling out to Ashburn Hall to take some eggs to old Lady Bing and check whether she was well enough to come to dinner with her daughter the next evening. Miss P was having a good giggle while this was going on and went off before we could find out the reason. Aunt Mary supplied us with directions and we set off on our bikes with a large basket tied to my handlebars. Bran decide he would come with us and loped along as we rode down the country lanes.
Ashburn Hall was about five miles away so it didn't take long, except it had an enormous drive edged by a very tall hedge of trees and bushes. We found a side entrance to the huge house and left Bran guarding our bikes. An elderly maid answered the door and took us through to a large room overlooking a ploughed up paddock. The maid took the basket and the envelope with the message in and disappeared off. A few minutes later an equally elderly lady came into the room and said her mother was not yet up but was delighted at the invitation and they would both be glad to come.
She seemed a bit formidable and, if this was the daughter, how old was the mother? Then she asked who we were and Matt explained he was Captain Ward's son and his father was in the Navy and I was Dr Thomson's son and we often visited Mrs Crossley with her great-nephew. She visibly thawed as Matt told his tale and I noticed she was looking at me very intently. When he had finished she asked if we would like to have some tea and home- made biscuits. Of course, we assented to this invitation. She rang the bell and the elderly maid came back and took the instructions and we were taken into an even larger drawing- room. This house was much bigger than Mrs Crossley's!
I got over my initial nervousness and asked if this was Ashburn Farm as I remembered that was where Piers had ridden that January the first and got two duck. I found out that Ashburn Farm belonged to the estate but was further down the winding lane. She wanted to know why and I told her. She smiled and said she had known Piers very well and she said her husband had also been killed in the Great War. She took us through to another room which was even larger still and this had lots of portraits on the walls and she pointed out both her husband, looking very handsome in officer's uniform, and Lady Bing's late husband, Sir Walter. There was even a photo of Piers on the ornate sideboard. She picked it up and held it out for me to see, at the same time peering intently again at me. After Matt had told her all about wanting to go into the Navy like his father it was time for us to leave. There was still no sign of Lady Bing but her daughter said that she and her mother would arrive at six as they were used to dining early these days to save electricity.
Miss P was in the kitchen when we got back to Ulvescott, tired and very hungry. Matt gave Bran a large bowl of water and Miss P found some leftover bits for him.
"How did you get on with the Duchess?" she asked as soon as we were settled at the table.
"The Duchess?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes, her husband was a Duke but he didn't come back from the Somme, just like Piers and many of the others in his regiment. We didn't tell you she was a Duchess in case you were too overawed."
"I thought she was jolly nice," said Matt, stoutly. "She said she was glad I was going into the Navy as they needed lads like me!"
Miss P twinkled at me. "And what about you, Jacko, what did you think?"
"I was a bit nervous when we first met her but she was very nice especially when Matt was telling her about his plans. And we had tea and biscuits," I added.
Miss P grinned. "Yes, she's alright when she unbends and you must have made an impression on her. Wait until you meet mother though, she's ninety this year!"
After lunch we went round to see if Hans and Herr Vogel wanted any help. Miss P gave us some bread and chicken to give them. However, Hans was alone and sawing away. He eyed the proffered gifts with enthusiasm and promptly ate the lot leaving none for Herr Vogel. He explained he was back at the camp and wasn't coming to the house today so why waste good food.
He said the food had cheered him up as he was missing his family and it was his birthday next week. I translated this for Matt who quite spontaneously went up to Hans and put his hand on his arm and said he was sorry and he hoped the war would be over soon then everyone would be happy and everyone could be with their families. Poor old Hans, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry when I told him all this. He reached out and gave Matt a real bear-hug and grasped my hand at the same time. After that we sat and talked for about an hour with me translating back and forth and I think Hans was a lot more cheerful when we left him and said we would be round to say cheerio next day as we were going home on Sunday morning.
I had a really good practice before dinner that evening and Bran sat quietly beside me as I played. Mrs Crossley asked if I minded playing to Lady Bing and her daughter the next evening before dinner and I said I would be delighted. She explained that in her younger days Lady Bing had been a famous singer and came from a very musical family.
Matt was still very inquisitive over the things I had found of Chris's when we went to bed. After a while and when we were both in a very high state of randiness through stroking and squeezing each other's rigid cocks he leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Would you like to do something without a French letter?"
He then giggled and turned over in bed and guided my erect tool into the crack of his bum.
I didn't need any second bidding, but I did need some lubrication which fortunately was to hand in the jar on the chest by the bed. I stretched out an arm and quickly uncapped it and plopped a dollop on the end of my dick and smeared a finger full into his crack. He wriggled his buttocks and I poised myself. I reached round him and stroked his balls which made him wriggle again and then I pushed slowly and firmly on his puckered hole. It was quite easy. He relaxed and I slid slowly in.
We turned together until he was on his front and, as he raised his rear a bit, I pressed further in rocking back and forth slowly but firmly. He responded by squeezing my length by contracting his muscles and I felt my stuff was going to be forced out of me very quickly if I couldn't slow things down. I couldn't stop and felt the usual deep throbbing beginning. I thrust down harder so my dick was in as far as possible and came with a whole series of massive jerks of my whole lower body. Poor Matt collapsed on the bed with me still bumping my pelvis against his buttocks as I shot my load.
Even when the hefty jerks stopped I still twitched with my dick fully rigid in him. I didn't want to withdraw and left my cock in as long as I could. Matt was panting by this time and was ready for his own eruption. I manoeuvred us over onto his left side with me still impaling him and tucked the towel round his cock. I put my hand inside the towel and grasped his prick and tossed him off to a series of grunts and whistlings through his open mouth. We lay still for ages after he came while I slowly softened and withdrew. I slid off the bed and went to the bathroom and washed my cock. While I was doing this Matt came in for a pee and to clean himself up. When I had finished I stood and watched as he dried himself.
"Did you like that?" he whispered, "I did!"
I went towards him and held out my hand and stroked his cock. "Yep, I did too, and I've got a sudden urge again now as well!"
We got back into bed and immediately lay head to cock across the bed and slowly sucked each other off. We came almost together with much gentler jerks and twitches than the last time and moved to lie head to head. All I remember after that was holding Matt's hand to my cock as I drifted off to sleep.
Saturday April 15th 1944
At least the sun was trying to shine when I pulled the curtains back on Saturday morning. Matt was still asleep so I washed and dressed and let Bran in when he bumped at the door. He immediately went up to the bed and nuzzled Matt and woke him up. I stood and watched as Matt and Bran had one of their wrestling matches. Bran rolled over onto his back and squirmed and wriggled as Matt tickled his chest and stomach then he flipped over and floored Matt with quite a thump. He then set about licking Matt's face and then his neck and chest and I could imagine what might happen if he proceeded further down. Matt's cock in any case was not exactly limp! However, with a final lick, Bran sat up on his back legs, one paw on Matt's chest with Matt helplessly giggling, and looked up at me as if to say `I am the winner!'. Bran then delicately removed his paw and stood on all fours and came over to me and licked my outstretched hand. I patted him on the head as Matt struggled pantingly to his feet.
"Gosh, he's a dog, isn't he?" he said, rather obviously, "Wish I could take him home."
"You wanted to do that last time you were here," I reminded him, "What would you feed him on, anyway?"
"Don't know, but I like him," he said wistfully, "But I think he's really your dog, you know, he thinks you're Piers!"
At this Bran gave a low growl and licked my hand again. He was a strange dog!
Matt went off and washed while I fished out my diary and made a note of what we had done the last couple of days. I also put my own quota of marks and did a quick count. I took it into the bathroom where Matt was surveying his freshly washed body in the long mirror.
"Hey, Matt," I said, pointing to the book, "You know we were counting up Piers' weekly score." He nodded. "Well, since last Saturday, that's a week with last night, mine's the same, seventeen."
Matt grinned. "You'd better wait until tonight 'cause you'll beat that - I have haven't I?"
I didn't respond to that but went back to the bedroom and waited for him to reappear. He came back whistling tunelessly and sat on the edge of the bed idly caressing his now almost rigid cock.
"What shall we do today?" he asked.
"If you keep doing that you'll have a quick reply!" I retorted.
Rude boy! He stuck his tongue out and at the same time pulled down hard on his rod pulling his skin down over his knob.
"Watch this," he said with emphasis, snatching up the towel on the pillow and chucking it on the floor, "Piers has nothing on me!"
He slid down onto the edge of the bed and half sat with his legs wide open as he jacked himself off. I noticed that Bran was watching him intently as he pumped away and as he shot his load over the towel Bran gave a little bark.
"I don't know if Bran approves of your nasty habits," I said as the final drops squirted from his knob, "He's a very refined dog and it was bad enough with Roo doing it in front of him."
Gosh, this really did affect Matt. His hand dropped from his prick and he had a look of dismay on his face.
"You don't think he knows about all this?" he asked with great concern in his voice.
I went over to where Bran was sitting on his haunches and put my arm run his neck. He looked up at me and, again, I could have sworn he gave me a grin.
"Of course he does," I improvised, "Dogs have their own ways of pleasing themselves and I expect he knows all about humans as well without you and Roo whacking off in front of him."
"You're pulling my leg," Matt said, but still concerned.
"Not so much as you pulling that thing in front of him!" I said giving Bran a hug. "He'll teach you evil habits, won't he?" I said addressing Bran.
"You told me he knew all about it!" he said crossly, realising I wasn't being serious. With that he stalked off to the bathroom and I heard the water running noisily into the sink.
I hugged Bran and he licked my hand. He pulled his head free and walked to the bathroom door. I followed and watched as he went over to where Matt was standing and nudged his leg. Then he raised his head and licked Matt's bare arm. Matt smiled, all was forgiven!
I went back to the bedroom and Bran came through a moment later. He walked to the door and waited while I went over and opened it and went downstairs together.
I was already tucking into breakfast when Matt came in all apologetic to Miss P who appeared at that moment with a rack of hot toast.
"We've got a busy day today," she said cheerfully, "Lady Bing and the Duchess, us four and Miriam for dinner tonight. Two of the women from the village are coming in to help Mrs Brown and Dora. It's got to be just so!" She pursed her lips and held up a finger and thumb. "Now, we shall need some wine so could you fetch it up?" She drew out a piece of paper from a pocket and consulted it. "1929 tonight, third door. Here's the list and the key is on the rack in the pantry." She put the paper on the table in front of me. "And you'll play before dinner, won't you Jacko? They'll be here by six o'clock."
I looked up and nodded and managed to empty my mouth completely before answering.
"Yes, I'll play through the pieces I did for Grade Five. I know them all off by heart now."
"And shall I hand round the sherry?" asked Matt, obviously not wanting to be left out of things.
"Good idea," said Miss P, "And you'd better bring up another bottle of that as well. You'll find that in room six, it's the same as the bottle in the pantry."
We chomped through breakfast then descended to the cellar. The mystery of the locked doors was to be revealed! I picked up the keys to four doors and we found all the rooms contained dozens of bottles, all carefully labelled. The ones on our list were easily found and we lugged those and the bottle of sherry up to the pantry.
"No buried treasure down there," said Matt sadly, as I hung the keys back on the rack.
"I bet all that wine's worth a bob or two, though," I said, having never seen so many bottles before.
"D'you think so?" asked Matt, "There's plenty of it."
"We'll ask Tony, he'll know."
Both Hans and Herr Vogel were in the wood barn when we got there and as we helped them I heard Herr Vogel explaining how they made wine to Matt so somehow he must have said about the rooms full of wine bottles. I told Hans and he laughed and said he'd guessed that's what was in them and he'd seen Sergeant Higgs once looking through the basement door with a furtive air, but he'd scuttled off as Hans approached. I said I would tell Mrs Crossley so she could check to see if anything was missing.
Mrs Crossley wasn't around at lunch time but we told Miss P about Hans seeing Sergeant Higgs snooping in the cellar. She said they had suspected something and she would get Mrs Crossley to check the contents. Then of course, while we were having lunch, Matt suddenly remembered we hadn't done any First Aid revision that day so to appease him we spent an hour going over the first few chapters. We bandaged Bran's leg and he didn't mind and in the end I left him with Matt who was still reading and went to practice the piano. I hadn't been playing long before both came into the room.
"Sorry, Jacko," said Matt, rather breathlessly, "Bran got really tied up in knots trying to get the bandage off when he heard you start to play."
Bran sat by the piano quite calmly now and Matt disappeared with the First Aid book into the study. I was so engrossed I didn't realise how time flew. It was Matt again, this time summoning me to tea in the breakfast room. The kitchen was a flurry of activity and we were told to have a look at the dining room by Miss P. This was laid up very formally and she explained we would be having four courses and if we didn't know to watch her to find out which cutlery to use!
Time was getting on so we went up to get washed and changed and made ourselves look as smart as possible. Miriam was already sitting in the drawing room when we came down again and gave us a friendly grin.
"Big night tonight, boys," she said conspiratorially, "We've got to make a good impression on the Duchess and her mum! Are you going to play, Jacko?"
I said I was and settled myself on the piano stool and launched into my now well- rehearsed recital. I'd been playing for a while when I heard the grand entrance and Miriam and Matt being introduced. I finished the piece I was playing and stood up.
Sitting next to the Duchess was a very old, but very spry lady in an old-fashioned long dress.
"Thank you," she said inclining her head, "I particularly liked the Haydn you were playing then."
I thanked her and was about to leave the piano.
"Do you know any Brahms?" Lady Bing enquired.
I said I did and sat down to play a lullaby I'd learned some time ago.
Lady Bing was smiling when I turned round.
"Very great composer was Brahms. I knew him, sang to him first of all in '80, very complimentary. You must learn some more, one of the rhapsodies." He turned to her daughter. "Stella," she ordered, "Play number one."
The Duchess was deep in conversation with Mrs Crossley but stood up obediently and came over to the piano. She gave me a wry smile and winked. Winked at by a Duchess!
She sat and launched into a very spirited performance of something I'd heard Mrs Tring play one day. She was good and everyone sat up to listen.
As soon as she finished, before the last note had died away completely, Lady Bing commented in a loud voice, "Only piece she can play properly..."
A deathly silence ensued, broken by Lady Bing continuing, "...Properly without the music. Plays quite well otherwise, don't you think?"
This remark was addressed to me. The Duchess had left the piano and had resumed her seat so I was facing her as well. She looked intently at me.
"Yes, I liked that, I'm not good enough yet to play something like that but I've heard my music teacher play it." I said, hoping that answer would be sufficient.
"Stella had the best teachers, too," continued Lady Bing, "Wouldn't practice though. Too busy riding horses. And I haven't sung for thirty years now so I like to hear good playing. That new invention the wireless is good. Do you listen?"
I said I did and then had to list the last three concerts I'd listened to which she said she had also heard and told me that she had also known Sir Edward and had met Verdi on one of her tours in Italy. I was most impressed but was at last rescued by Matt intervening and asking if more sherry was wanted. Luckily Lady Bing held out her glass for replenishment and the cross examination finished. Miriam signalled to me that my glass was on the side table and I went and sat by her as Lady Bing launched into an interrogation of Matt and his accomplishments and future plans.
At last someone rang the dinner gong and we filed into the dining room.
As youngest I had to escort Lady Bing who proceeded to give me a r‚sum‚ of her life as we sat through dinner, which, actually, I found fascinating. She had studied in Germany and I asked her, in German, where, and we continued the conversation in German for some time much to the amusement of the others. She had also met and knew many famous musicians, some I hadn't heard of but made a mental note to ask Mrs Tring.
As we ate I kept an eye on Miss P so I hoped I didn't make any errors with the cutlery, or the glasses. I had three glasses of wine and felt very full and very happy when we left the table. Lady Bing remarked that she didn't expect the gentlemen would stay at table for cigars and we could continue our conversation in the drawing room.
With all the eating and talking it was ten o'clock before Lady Bing announced they must be off. We all went to the front door where a very ancient motor car was standing. The Duchess proceeded to start it up using a crank handle and then hopped in very quickly and drove off with both waving through the open windows.
"Well, Jacko," said Mrs Crossly as I went up the steps with her, "You managed that all very well. Poor Stella does have to put up with a great deal."
I said I'd had a marvellous evening and I quite liked Lady Bing who was most interesting.
"Good for you," replied Mrs Crossley, "It took the pressure off Stella, anyway."
Miriam had left at the same time as the others and Mrs Crossley and Miss P said they were off to bed so Matt and I followed suit.
Matt was giggling as we got to the room.
"I had five glasses of that wine," he said, tripping over his feet as he closed the door. "And look at this!"
He dropped his trousers and pants and displayed a rapidly enlarging dick.
"Come on," he commanded, "I've got a sudden urge."
I had to rush and have a quick pee and when I got back he was already lying in bed with a big grin on his face. I was beside him within moments and then head to tail as we sucked at each other avidly. I came first, even if he had a sudden urge, and, as I was pumping the last squirts of come into his mouth, I felt his muscles go taut.
I had my lips clamped round the base of his knob end as he started to jerk. I gave his knob a final lick and felt his mouth tighten round my still stiff prick just before he sprayed the inside of my mouth with a tremendous amount of spunk. I swallowed hard as his prick pushed further into my mouth and we lay still gently sucking on each other for a couple of minutes.
Matt's dick began to soften so I let it drop from my moth. He did the same with mine, although it was still rigid.
"Need a pee," he whispered and disappeared off to the bog.
I rearranged myself and felt my still engorged tool. I wanted it again!
Matt slid back into bed and turned his back on me.
"Need my beauty sleep now," he whispered.
I need another wank or something, I thought. He was soon snoring softly and I was determined not to waste my erection. I felt over the top of the bedside cabinet and located the ever useful jar. I put the towel between us and put the usual dollop of Vaseline on my knob end. Although it was cool it only served to make me want to come even more. I nestled up to Matt and guided my dick into the crack of his arse and felt for his ring. I drew my finger end across it and pressed slightly. He was very relaxed and my finger went in easily. I took my finger away and guided my dick to the spot, pushed and it went in smoothly. I rocked back and forth as my dick slid in as far as it could. Matt was responding with slight tightenings of his muscles and then I felt myself coming. My thighs jerked against him and I grunted with open mouth against his neck. I must have produced a colossal amount as I felt contraction after contraction as my spunk pumped into him. I lay very still and let his movements massage my still hard, aching prick.
"That was lovely," he murmured and promptly began to snore more deeply.
I withdrew bit-by-bit and holding my still erect cock I went to the bathroom to give it a good wash. It gradually softened as I washed it and when I looked in the mirror I was very pleased to note that even over the last month it had really grown longer. As I crept back into bed I thought that perhaps my cousins, or even Matt, wouldn't be beating me for length much longer!
To be Continued: