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Flip's Tale
Chapter 6b
6E: Easter at Linnhe Castle: 2000
Ghazi and Tom were ready for me to drive them to Linnhe at half past nine on Maundy Thursday. Both Aunt Margaret and Tom's mum had told us to behave ourselves.
What cheek! Both Tom and I had said it was Ghazi they had to tell to behave as we were certain he'd come back with half the Castle's silver. I got a real prod in the kidney region from him for saying that. Anyway, the pair of them kept up a moaning commentary on my driving from the comfort of the back seats of my car. I told them to keep their hands off each other and was rewarded by seeing in the driving mirror two kilts being lifted and two dongs being waved at me.
As usual we were met by the pack of dogs and then Paul and Clyde appeared. Clyde was in his usual ebullient mood and volunteered to show us our rooms. I think the main reason was to see Ghazi's response when he found he was bunking in with Pete the perpetual pearly passion potion producer. In fact, Pete was sitting on the bed reading a book when we all went in with Ghazi and his travelling bag. Pete looked up and blushed a bit. He looked most delectable.
"Hi, Pete," said Clyde, "Your goddam room-mate appeareth!" He turned to us.
"I have been helping Pete with his goddam Shakespeare and his Latin for the goddam exams next term and he is quite familiar with his goddam set books now as well." Clyde looked at us sternly. "I hope you boys have brought some goddam work to do as I don't want any slacking and goddam failures amongst yo'all. Forti et fideli nihil difficile! Eh, Pete?"
Pete blushed even more.
I'd heard his peroration to the Third Year exam fodder in the House the night before we broke up, which included some choice Latin quotations. It was as if any dereliction on the part of any examination candidate would reflect back on Clyde as Head Prefect of House. He kept everyone on the straight and narrow as far as work was concerned and I knew that our House was considered by the beaks to be 'academically sound'. Also, although he wasn't in the CCF, he inspected each member before they were allowed out for any important parade, even casting a critical eye over Sergeant-Major Paul Campbell himself.
Ghazi, of course, didn't know Pete was going to be at Linnhe again. I hadn't told him I'd seen his bags being loaded with Paul's. Actually, he was delighted because the pair of them got on well, even if Ghazi complained about sexual harassment. Tom and I left them and were shown our room next door to theirs. Clyde wanted to know if Ghazi had given us anything. Tom said about the rings, neither of us said about his cherry.
Clyde grinned. "I knew he'd bought them for yo'all, I was with him when he got them. My granddaddy had them engraved for him and he wants you two boys to come out to see us all when you've settled down."
That would be most interesting. Perhaps next Easter, once we'd got into the swing of things at college. Ghazi's descriptions of the French ex-paras who ran the gym, two couples who were intensely jealous of each other in case anyone of them made a move on one of the others, were highly amusing. He said it was very 'Cage aux Folles' as a succession of aunts and uncles of one of them visited the straight part of the health resort and the other couple threatened all the time to 'out' the poor lad. Ghazi said he got on well with all of them and, when they heard of the German's move on him, had said they could easily remove the Hun's balls for Ghazi to hang on his bedroom wall like they use to when..... The next bit was a bit gruesome and even Ghazi shuddered when he told me. I wondered if Paul and Fergie might end up in the paras removing terrorists' ball sacs to make delicate leather purses from?
We pottered about for the rest of the day. Fergie turned up quite late in the afternoon and was bunking in with Paul. One bit of news was that Little Dick wouldn't be arriving until Saturday and was being coming with Nelson Chombe who was driving him up. Apparently, Little Dick's grandfather, the lord, had died the previous week so Little Dick was no longer just Honourable, but had a courtesy title now.
As usual, the meal in the evening was superb. Good plain Scottish cooking but just the thing for hungry lads. After a couple of drams and plenty of chat we all went off to bed. I admonished Ghazi to keep the noise down as we were in the next room and didn't want to hear either he or Pete squealing all night long. Tom remarked that Ghazi had a Mona Lisa look on his face when he said good night. Tom can be a bit enigmatic himself at times.
I was the one to do the squealing that night. Tom wasn't rough, just exuberant and energetic. I was pawed, pummelled, pinched, prodded and finally, penetrated by a perfect prong, my legs over his shoulders with him slowly but forcefully inserting and extracting his almost seven inches of well-lubricated priceless prick for ages and ages. I was in my seventh heaven, one heaven for each glorious inch! As he massaged my prostate with each stroke and we hugged each other close, tonguing and licking, I shot my first load of the evening. I shot two more loads before Tom decided his three deposits of warm spunk within me were a sufficiency for that night. He finally withdrew, kissed me fervently and disappeared off to the bathroom to clean up.
I fell asleep before he returned, I was satiated and so content, and the next thing I knew was a familiar voice whispering in my ear. Strange, it was Ghazi. The bedside light was then switched on.
"Flip, move over, let me in."
A familiar body inserted itself under the bedclothes and familiar arms clutched me.
"What the hell have you been doing. You stink like a polecat in full heat!"
I sniffed him.
"Speak for yourself, you pong like a randy goat. Anyway, why are you here?"
I recollected the bedding arrangements. "What have you done with Pete?"
The whispered conversation was enough to rouse Tom a bit.
"Whassup?" he grunted, "Who the fuck's blathering this time in the morning? And why the hell is that bloody light on?"
"Morning, Tom," said Ghazi, more brightly than I felt was necessary, "I've come to see you both and have a chat. It's gone six o'clock anyway."
"Oh, fuck off. You and ginger nuts here can go somewhere else and gossip. You woke me up and I was having such a lovely dream......."
Ginger nuts, indeed!! I rolled over onto Tom and held him down while I shut his mouth with mine and reached down and grabbed his hefty bollocks. I leaned up a bit.
"Wake up, you black-haired monstrosity! You ungrateful beast. Don't you dare call me ginger - I'm auburn."
I gave his balls a squeeze - a gentle squeeze because I loved him so - to emphasize my point.
One of Ghazi's giggles interrupted my chastisement of Tom.
"Shut up you two," he said, moving over to us and putting his arms round both of us. "Just quieten down and listen. Come on Tom, wake up properly and let me in the middle."
I rolled off Tom the other side of him. Ever obedient he moved away and Ghazi slid in between us. I realised he was also in the buff.
"Well, what do you want, you un-Scotch twat?" Tom said, putting his arms round Ghazi and giving him a mighty kiss. "God, you smell like a well-used twat, too! What have you been doing to that poor boy?"
Ghazi giggled again and pecked Tom on the nose.
"Nothing you wouldn't want to do. But, shut up and listen."
He wriggled around and put one arm under each of our necks. He stroked my face - I don't know if he did the same to Tom.
"That boy is a sex-bomb! I thought I would wear the bastard out first by holding him down and jacking him off twice immediately without stopping. Gosh, didn't he squirm. I stopped him hollering by fixing my mouth over his. I bet I've got scratches down my back where he tried to push me off him. Anyway as soon as he'd come the second time I sat on his chest and he sucked me off while he was gasping and crying."
I turned on my side towards him. I was rather angry with what he'd said. "You made him cry? You fucking raped the poor child!"
Ghazi put a reassuring hand on my arm.
"No, not that sort of crying. He was gasping how marvellous it had been and he wanted it again and he was getting louder so I stopped that the only way I knew would silence him."
He giggled again.
"Poor bugger nearly choked, 'cause I had a full load ready for him! Anyway, listen. That kept him quiet for a few minutes and we lay and cuddled and then he started to talk." He snorted. "He's besotted with you two. He thinks Tom's the best thing since sliced bread. He wanted to know if Tom liked him. He told me all about you driving the car when you two took him home and how you asked him all sorts of questions. And then how his mother said what a nice young man you were and he could just try to be as nice. Oh, he thinks you're marvellous and what he'd give to have a brother or a friend like you..."
He giggled again.
"...And as for you, Flip, you're his big red-haired Cookie Monster. He worships you and says all the kids in the House want you or Paul, who's another hero. That Jamie was ever so jealous when he told him he was staying here and you would be here as well. He says he thinks Jamie wanks off thinking about you because he's heard him muttering, 'Please, Flip', in bed. Oh, and there's some other kid in the dorm who has a photo of you in his locker in your rugger kit because he found it one day when he was looking for a pair of socks he thought the kid had borrowed. Anyway, while he was telling me all this he kept clutching me and rubbing his sticky prick up and down me like one of those bloody dogs and asking what it was like to be your friend. He got so worked up he shot another load just doing that."
Ghazi paused.
"I'm worried about the lad. He's got the serious hots for both of you - and that Jamie. He says he really loves Jamie and wants him to love him too and what should he do to find out if Jamie loves him. He's a real mixed-up kid. He's dying for you two to take him to bed and he wants Jamie even more badly. Give me a clue, what can I tell him?"
"And I suppose he doesn't think of you at all?" asked Tom.
"I haven't told you that bit yet. He wanted to know if Jamie wouldn't have him, would I!"
"That hairy-chested little urchin needs a good talking-to," said Tom. "He could cause a lot of people a lot of trouble if he's not careful. He is sixteen and I know that law is being changed soon but I think we could be seen to be in positions of some authority or care over him. You've got to be careful, Jazz. I know you've only one more term at school but if he and Jamie don't hit it off and he starts pestering you, or auburn-nuts here, he might start blabbing elsewhere. And what about his tales about the others? Fuck me, some child wanking off thinking of this hero of the First XV, eh! You been flashing your tassel at him? And how did that other kid get your photo, glamour-boy?"
He prodded me and gave a low laugh. I'd been listening to all this quietly.
I liked Pete very much. He was very good-looking and I would have him in bed in a trice. He was very much a younger version of Tom, with a hairy chest already according to Ghazi! Over the past few weeks I 'd noticed Tom was beginning to sprout some wayward black hairs along the centre of his chest. So far I was hairless there. Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh....
"Oh, there's a photo club at school," I said in explanation. "They had a competition last term for the best sporty photo and a kid won it with a shot of the scrums steaming during that match on that bitterly cold day I told you about. There were several kids taking photos that day and I know there was one of me drop kicking the ball after a scrum."
Ghazi giggled again. "That was the one the kid had I would guess from Pete's description. Said he'd paid a pound for it."
Tom took up the question of what to do again.
"I think either I or Flip should talk to him. Perhaps together. I know Flip has talked to him at school but he seems to be all pent up with no sign of release for the poor lad. I know how much I miss Flip during the term and it's only the thought of seeing him again which has kept me going. I know I need sex all the time and Flip laughs about what he calls my prowess but I can understand how this kid feels going through such a hyperactive stage and not getting answers to all his feelings and questions."
He leaned across Ghazi and kissed my cheek.
"What do you think?"
I knew what it was like when my hormones were first in overdrive. Again, only my loving friendships with Michael, then Tom and Ghazi kept me on the straight and narrow. I wondered if had I still been at home if I would have craved companionship so much I would have frequented some of the hinted at local sites where lonely boys and men found some sort of comfort. Michael had said one day how he'd been taken short and had gone into a public loo and while crapping a cock had appeared through a hole. He'd ignored it being more frightened than curious and waited ages until he heard retreating footsteps before emerging and running home as fast as possible.
My thoughts were interrupted by the bedroom door being opened quietly and a head appearing round it. It was Pete. I beckoned to him and he came in towards the bed rather hesitantly. Like us he was in the nude, his well-formed cock drooping. He started to explain.
"I woke up and Ghazi wasn't there. I waited 'cause I thought he was in the lav but when he didn't come back I went and had a look to see if he was OK and he wasn't there, then I saw the light under the door here...."
I held the bedclothes up.
"Get in here. We'll shift up." He hesitated a moment. "Come on, we're not going to rape you. We want to talk to you."
I made him clamber over me so he lay between me and Ghazi. Ghazi and Tom swopped places. I put my arm over his chest and hugged him. He felt warm and muscly, just as I remembered my Tom at that age.
"Look Pete," I said, "Ghazi's told us some of the things you've told him. Now you tell us what you're worried about and we'll try to help."
I stroked his pecs and felt the roughness of his patch of newly grown chest hair. If I wasn't careful I would be getting a serious hardon very soon.
Pete then unburdened himself as Tom now also put an arm round him and hugged him. His body relaxed as he told us the usual tale of youthful sexual repression and the thoughts he had for other boys and I knew exactly his feelings and so did Tom. When he'd finished I stroked his cheek.
"Look, Pete, what you've told us is exactly what has happened to us, but we've been lucky. Tom and I were able to tell each other how much we loved each other a long time ago now, even before we were your age. We've been faithful to each other and I am telling you in confidence that we've all had sex of some sort with others, but Tom and I know we are made for each other. Ghazi we both see as our brother and we love him like a brother, we've had sex with him and he with us, just like you and he has too. Like you none of us have real brothers. Paul's lucky. He learned a lot from Roddy and Roddy from his elder brother Walter. So it goes on with brothers. We've had to learn things from friends and you have to accept some people want more than just being a friend."
I paused and Tom took over.
"You say you love this Jamie but you don't know if he loves you. If he does he'll tell you all in good time. Be kind and gentle with him. From what Flip has told me about him he seems very nice and he's bright, like you. But, don't push him. He might be a bit hesitant to say something to you. You wait, see if he breaks the ice first. If he's chosen you over someone else to room with next year then that's a step. He hasn't bullied you into tossing him off, has he?"
Pete has been listening very intently to what we'd been saying and then whispered, "No. He always asks if I want to and I always do. He's been ever so kind since that bastard Reid shopped us. He's really a stronger person than me even if some of the others think he's a bit soft 'cause he's blond and curly."
"Was curly," I said. "The pair of you had pretty sharp haircuts before that trial. I bet his mum wondered why."
Pete grinned. "My mum did too when she saw me but I like mine short. He said his mum cried when she saw him and said she was going to write to Mr McCrae but Jamie told her it was the fashion and anyway it was better for the CCF."
Having this lithe young creature next to me was making my hormones run. If he stayed much longer...... I couldn't help it but I felt round him and was reminded of Ghazi's Arabic verse... He certainly had a bottom like a peach! My dick began to stiffen. Luckily Tom was in full flow.
"Now, Pete," he continued, "You've got important exams coming up next term. If things get a bit difficult use those as an excuse and you can always confide in Flip. D'you understand?"
Pete nodded and I gave his rump a reassuring pat.
"Now, you're not to say anything about this morning. I suggest we all lie here for a few minutes and that will give you something to think about until you sort young Jamie out."
Ghazi giggled. "Come on you two, give him a bundle!"
He launched himself over Tom and arranged himself over Pete who was lying on his side now facing Tom. I turned on my side so my now stiff cock was resting in the crack of his arse and moved my right hand round to his front and gripped his also erect, thick dong. He wriggled his butt and I responded by wedging my cock more firmly in his virgin territory. Tom put his arm round Ghazi and I heard Pete kiss Tom and an instructional murmur from him.
"No, Pete, just hold it!"
We lay quite still for several minutes. Poor Pete, his rod was pulsing in my grip. I knew he wanted more. I wanted more and I knew both Ghazi and Tom, given one hint, would have set off a chain reaction. But no, Ghazi was the first to move.
"Come on Pete," he said, "We'd better get back to our own bed before nosey Clyde gets up and starts prowling. Don't forget you've still got that Latin translation to do for him as well."
Slowly we extricated ourselves. Both Tom and I gave Pete a last hug and I noticed he'd got a little string of clear fluid hanging from his piss slit as he turned to give us a last look. As soon as he and Ghazi had left our room and shut the door Tom and I kissed deeply, our hands immediately on each other's cocks, and slowly and lovingly we jacked each other off until two morning streams of our mancream spurted out and sealed our love for each other.
We didn't discuss the early morning's events until much later in the day. Poor Pete must have been distracted by all that had happened as I heard Clyde in the library giving him a roasting over a bit of sloppy translation.
"Nunc sunt crura pilis et sunt tibi pectora saetis horrida, sed mens est, Petre, vulsa tibi! Indiligens!! Nates pilosa, Petrus, non potes asses venditare!!!"
At least, that's what he said when I asked him afterwards. I knew no Latin and Pete, who Clyde said was very good, looked suitably abashed and I would have given him more than a penny for his hairy nates. Clyde, according to Paul, was a formidable Latin scholar and would have done very well if he'd opted to go to university.
In fact, both Tom and I cornered Clyde a bit later, when Hamed and the others had gone off with Mr Campbell trying out his many shotguns, and told him what had happened. He said he'd been keeping an eye on Pete and Jamie in the House and he would appreciate it if I could talk to Jamie sometime just to sound him out. Nothing more. He grinned when I asked him for the translation which I thought was very apt.
Saturday came and so did Little Dick and Nelson. I didn't really know Nelson but we all got on well after the initial re-introductions. Little Dick was even more subdued than usual. He was now Lord Fordham and by Sunday morning when he'd recovered a bit more of his composure we were bowing and scraping and calling him 'milord' which in his uncomplicated, simple way he really enjoyed.
Nelson was very protective of him and said he'd been very upset as he'd idolised his granddad and wanted to get back to stay with his grandma as soon as Easter was over. Nelson's bit of news was that he's passed his Fellowship exam for organ playing and was enjoying being at college.
6F: The Surprise
On Sunday morning Charles Parsons, Hamed and Ghazi's uncle's secretary, appeared and after lunch said he had an announcement to make. I noticed Clyde had gone out of the room and came back carrying a number of small boxes.
Charles said that he had a presentation to make on behalf of the boys' uncle. He asked the seven of us to stand . We stood and looked and wondered but both Ghazi and Hamed had enigmatic looks on their faces and Clyde had a poker-face as well.
Charles opened up a sheet of paper and started to read, "On behalf of His Highness Sheikh...."
He looked at Hamed who shook his head.
"On behalf of Hamed and Ghazi's uncle," he continued, "Who has been so impressed by the friendship shown to their Highnesses Sheikh Hamed bin..." He stopped again as both Hamed and Ghazi shook their heads, then carried on. "...Hamed and Ghazi throughout their school careers at Kinloch School, that he wishes this to be commemorated by the presentation of a watch to each of the group who have supported and helped them. A small token of his regard."
He turned to Clyde who gave him the boxes which he handed out to each of the seven of us, including Hamed and Ghazi. When I opened mine inside was a very fine stainless steel chronometer wristwatch. I turned it over and on the back was engraved a ring of initials, 'Pp F G H C R Pl' with two hands clasped in the centre. We were all dumbstruck.
I looked at Hamed and Ghazi and they were smiling. I was the first to leap on them and hug both of them, followed quickly by the other four.
Then came the explanations. Their uncle was so impressed with what Hamed had told him last summer he really wanted us all to have very expensive gold watches but the boys and Clyde's granddaddy had dissuaded him and suggested the more practical ones we had been presented with. We all protested it was all far too much but Hamed said we had helped him and Ghazi so much it was the least the family could do. Ghazi turned and hugged Hamed and said he was proud to have us all as his friends.
Pete, Tom and Nelson weren't left out either, each were given a substantial book token which I know pleased Tom as he had expressed some concern over the cost of some of the books we would require at medical school.
The rest of the weekend passed so quickly it was soon Tuesday morning and our departure. I'd offered to take Pete back home so Tom drove again and I and Pete sat in the back as we'd done on the previous journey. He was quite voluble now, much more relaxed and sex, relationships and worries weren't mentioned. His mother was pleased to see us when we arrived and we had lunch there again. My last words to him were that we would talk whenever he wanted once we were back at school...
6G: My last term at Kinloch School
The first few weeks of term were hectic. The work Tom, Ghazi and I had done over the Easter vac paid off. I felt really confident that I'd done my best. When I compared results in the Pure Maths exam with the lad from Rider's I found we'd got roughly the same solutions to the problems we'd done in common. So, after that the term began to wind down but we were still kept busy.
I helped both Pete and Jamie before their maths exams. Pete seemed a lot more relaxed and Jamie seemed a very nice lad. I twitted him about his haircut and he blushed and said he liked it that way now.
Sports Day came and I won the shot putt against the two big lads who were the prop forwards in the first XV and beat the school record handsomely. The years of weight training certainly paid off. The two lads who had joined in the training sessions with Ghazi and me asked if they could have the equipment handed down to them and Jamie and Pete asked if they could use it as well, so that tradition would carry on.
Ghazi and I slept together most nights and he confessed to me towards the end of the term that he was going to miss me so much when he went down to London after the Summer holidays. Just before the end of term I came across Jamie sitting by himself on the edge of the playing field and after chatting for a while I asked him outright what he thought of Pete. He was a bit startled and then he looked at me and said three words, "I love him." I said he was to tell him that as soon as he could.
I wouldn't say the end of term was a tearful occasion but it was a wrench to say goodbye to so many good friends. Mr McCrae was almost voluble when he shook hands as I said goodbye to him and Mrs McCrae. He said I was to keep in touch and to come back any time to see him. "A good move on your part to break a couple of noses, eh? Watch you don't break any hearts. You and Tom have a good life!"
How the hell did he know about Tom? Schoolmasters!!
So, Ghazi and Clyde were off to France, to be followed by Hamed after his final CCF summer camp. Little Dick, milord, to a farm in Suffolk for experience and Paul and Fergie to while away a few weeks after camp before beginning a degree course before Officer Training. So seven friends went their ways.
6H: Summer 2000
I didn't want to do anything else but spend the summer in Scotland relaxing before my hoped- for university career. Aunt Margaret was going off for three weeks with a friend to the Dolomites and wanted to know if I wanted to go anywhere myself as she would gladly pay. I refused and said I would stay and look after the bungalow and wait for the exam results. However, that summer was to produce a few surprises.
The first was during the day I arrived back at Aunt Margaret's. It was a phone call from Pete's mum. Would Tom and I like to go for lunch the next Monday? No other explanation. We agreed, much intrigued.
We went and had a superb lunch and then the eye-opener. She and her husband had arranged to go on a cruise and Pete was refusing to go. As Tom and I seemed to be his mentors and she trusted us would we look after him for a fortnight after his CCF camp? She had already asked Aunt Margaret if that was possible and she had agreed.
More explanations were forthcoming. She had finally asked Pete at half-term if he was gay and he'd said he was. She had been led finally to this not only by the mag she'd found but also by the series of drawings she'd also discovered in his bedroom at the beginning of last term. She took us up and there were about a dozen, now displayed on the walls. I didn't know before but Pete was a talented young artist and had depicted Tom, me, Jamie and several others in various poses. Luckily those of Tom and me were no more than torsos but a couple of Jamie and another lad in his class were full-frontal, detailed images and very well drawn. Pete had told her he wanted to go to Art School and, judging by the quality of the drawings, both Tom and I said we thought he should. She said she and her husband had already agreed.
So that was arranged. Tom and I would pick him up at the school and he would stay with Aunt Margaret and me until his parents returned. It was rather embarrassing as Mrs Douglas then gave us fifty pounds each so we wouldn't be out of pocket - for petrol, she said.
Tom was particularly quiet on the way back. He finally opened up as we left on the road out of Fort William.
"Oh, God, Flip! Can we keep our hands off him?"
I said it was rather whether he could keep his hands off us. Anyway, he was to share my bed!
We both turned up at the main school drive, dressed as usual in our kilts, when the lads returned from Summer Camp. Mr McCrae was there with the dogs and seemed to know why we'd turned up as he never asked why we were there. Staff Sergeants Hamed and Fergie and Sergeant Major Paul were surprised to see us and I explained what had happened while Tom was supposed to organise the transfer of Pete's belongings to the boot of my car. Pete was radiant and in his uniform - with sergeant's stripes! Young Jamie was as well and I congratulated him and the arch-fiend Sergeant Reid also on their promotion. Dolly stood with a smirk on his face next to Reid, sporting his newly acquired corporal's stripes. From the smirk I knew he and Reid had been cavorting together, celebrating their promotion no doubt. From the corner of my eye I could see that Tom and Mr McCrae were deep in conversation.
There was much jocularity as all the lads were as filthy as hell as having done a commando assault course the day before they had discovered no water was then available to wash or shower. Pete was particularly sweaty and I drove with Tom next to me and Pete in solitary splendour in the back of car ponging to high heaven.
On arriving at the bungalow we told him to get into the bathroom straight away to shower and deodorize himself before anything else. I unpacked his bags and shoved an interminable amount of dirty clothing into the washing machine.
When he'd finished cleaning himself up he looked most presentable. His mother had given us spare clothes to bring back for him but he insisted he would be like us and just wear a shirt and kilt. Over a cup of tea and a couple of Tom's mother's scones he said that Jamie had at last told him of his love. We were so pleased we both hugged him and the tears ran down his face. We both kissed him and said we hoped he'd be as happy as us.
I managed to get Tom on his own for a few minutes and asked him what he was talking to Mr McCrae about. He grinned and said it was obviously common knowledge that we were an item as he had told Tom to take good care of me and wished us both well.
Poor Tom. He had to go home that evening, after supper with us and Aunt Margaret, to his lonely bed. Pete and I hugged and caressed each other as soon as we got into bed and then slowly, lovingly, brought each other to massive orgasms spraying each other with copious amounts of boycream and mancream.
A little later as we lay just savouring each other's presence I asked Pete if he and Jamie had done anything else. He said they hadn't so I gave him his first experience of being sucked and of sucking another. He hugged me so tightly after we'd both come I could hardly breath. We tongue-fucked for ages after that and although he had only just come for a second time his young prick was soon hard again. I whispered that he was just to lie still and I wanked him again, very slowly, waiting each time I sensed he was getting near and kept him on the verge for about half an hour until he whispered very urgently, "Please finish me!" His orgasm was colossal and after that he lay cuddled in my arms and went to sleep almost purring with contentment.
In the morning I left him peacefully sleeping while I showered and dressed and got my breakfast. Aunt Margaret asked how he was and I said he was very tired, the CCF camp must have worn him out! A little later I took him in a plate of porage and a mug of tea and he looked so lovely lying there asleep I nibbled his ear until he was awake. He turned his head and kissed me and said the night before had been the most wonderful he had ever known.
Later in the morning when Tom came round to see us Pete was in the shower. Tom was curious about what had happened, but, from the smile on my face I didn't have much to explain. Anyway, he didn't have to wait long to find out more as that afternoon, a particularly wet and blustery one, we three retired to my bed and we talked, and wanked each other, and sucked each other until young Pete had shed three loads to the two each for us and he said that it had been an afternoon to remember as well. That night I will remember well too as Pete gave me the most delicate and intense release of my spunk I'd had for a long time.
The next few days gave us the opportunity to really talk to Pete about his emotions and his sexuality. He said that he and Jamie had talked about their feelings for each other and Jamie had confessed he had wanted to tell Pete about how he felt at least a year before. Pete also had asked him how he felt about others and had got him to admit he did think of me sometimes at night when he tossed himself off. I wasn't going to get big-headed about it, though, as, apparently, he had a string of wank-heroes who he used as fuel for his ardour. As well as me there were also Paul, Hamed and Ghazi as well as others he'd watched and lusted after in other Houses.
During Pete's second week with us he had a letter one morning from, of all people, Adolphus Meinherzen. In the letter was a printout of a digital photo of, guess who, tight-arse Reid being sucked off by the blond kid who'd caused trouble in the House at the beginning of the year. No wonder Dolly was smirking when we saw him as Pete told us that Dolly and Angus had shared a tent. He had Reid now right under his thumb, if not on his cock whenever he wanted sweet relief. Actually, I made Pete destroy the printout just in case it was found by anyone.
At the end of his stay we took him back home to a very grateful Mrs Douglas.
After the awful weather of the first couple of days we'd managed to spend a good bit of time up on the hills and he'd got quite a tan and looked most healthy and happy. While he and Tom were taking his bags up to his room I told his mother she mustn't worry about him as he had come to terms with how he felt and that he was determined to go to Art School and do well. I said we would keep in touch with him and if she ever felt worried about him just to contact us. She said she'd told her husband while they were away and he wasn't angry about it, he loved his boy and wanted the best for him whatever happened.
Certainly Ghazi was right about Pete's stamina and output.. He was just like the younger Tom, always ready for action and needing to release his tensions several times a day. Tom and he got on very well as Tom was very gentle with him, just like a loving older brother. Pete obviously doted on Tom and asked his advice on all manner of things and then discussed everything again with me in bed at night. He got on well with Aunt Margaret, too, and acted as general clearer-up and washer-up all the time. Just before we got into the car to take him back I was in the bedroom with him. He put his arms round me and hugged me and say he couldn't thank Tom and me enough and he loved us both. We loved him too.
A few days after Pete went home Aunt Margaret set off on her holiday jaunt.
The second surprise came two days after she had gone. There was a phone call in the evening and it was Darryll! He had bought himself a motor-bike the year before and he and Michael were doing a general tour of the North of England and up into Scotland. Could they come and spend a couple of days with me? Of course they could! I hadn't seen either since leaving my old home and coming to Scotland although Michael and I had corresponded regularly. In fact, they would be arriving the next afternoon.
It was a hot afternoon and I, just in singlet and kilt, was sitting alone, drowsing, in the back garden as Tom had borrowed my car to go to Fort William on an errand for his mother. Suddenly I was roused by the roar of the bike as it came up the lane to the front of the bungalow. I hurried out and there were the two figures, crash-helmeted, with black leather jackets and jeans, astride the bike. I knew the front one must be Darryll and it was as he took off his helmet, dropped it down, and rushed over me. He stopped about two yards from me and let out a roar.
"God, Flip!" he shouted, "You look like the bloody advert on Scott's Porage Oats packets!!"
I suppose I did. The young muscled Scot in singlet and kilt putting the shot was just like me! I was a shot-putter anyway and here I was dressed just like the picture, even with the long red socks.
He flung out his arms and hugged me tight.
"Oh, Flip, it's so good to see you after so long."
Our hug was terminated by me spying over his shoulder the other figure getting off the bike. I was quite unprepared for the young ox that stood there. He reached up and took off his helmet. It was Michael. A Michael so developed it was quite, quite incredible. He was just on six foot but, Oh, so powerfully built. When he came over and took Darryll's place and hugged me too he crushed the breath out of me.
"Oh Flip," he said, "I've thought of you every day, wondering how you were. Look at you, you look marvellous."
I was overwhelmed, two of my best friends, so long missed and now they were here. I ushered them indoors into the kitchen and put the kettle on.
"God, I'm so hot," said Darryll, "Do'ya think I could have a shower?"
I said of course, both of them could and I was mesmerised at that moment as Michael was taking off his leather jacket. He had a tee shirt underneath and if I thought I had muscles he had muscles on muscles. Darryll caught me staring at him and chuckled.
"Well, what do you think of your nerdy friend, the old seven-stone weakling, eh?"
Michael produced a great shit-eating grin.
"I've grown a bit since we were fourteen, eh, Flip?"
I couldn't have agreed more. The old weedy youth was now a powerful young beast. Darryll was no mean thing either. Sex between those two would be something to experience!
After downing a couple of cups of tea and about four scones each I showed them the bathroom and sat on the loo seat as they stripped off ready to shower. Darryll's cock swung just as I remembered it from four years previously. Young Michael's cock was now a formidable length even when flaccid. I judged if it expanded anything like mine did he would certainly beat me on both length and girth. He saw me giving him the once over and grinned.
"I've grown a bit more there as well, Flip!"
After they'd showered and dressed in just shorts we went into the back garden and caught up on all the news. Michael had been working-out relentlessly at the gym and had also made the Junior side at the Rugby Club and had been keeping an eye on my brother Stuart who was also attending the gym and playing rugger. He and Darryll, like Tom and me, had also made a commitment to each other and he was moving in with Darryll in Sheffield where he was starting his degree course in September - exams permitting - as Darryll had now finished his degree course and had a job with a firm of structural engineers. Of course, all my pals at the Rugby Club were also growing up and dispersing but the Williams brothers were still the coaches for the Junior sides. So the chat went on until with a toot on the horn Tom arrived back.
The sight of a second large young Scot, in shirt and kilt, was too much for the lads, they just stared goggle-eyed when he marched round the side of the bungalow. They were introduced and Tom and they got on like a house on fire. I'd instructed Tom to get the biggest pizzas he could while in Fort William and we went into the kitchen where I heated them up for our supper. Tom also produced some bottles of beer and we sat and talked and talked for hours.
They were so pleased about our commitment and we showed them the two boxes with the rings which Ghazi had given us for when we made our vows. I said we'd decided to do that at Christmas and I wanted as many of our friends to be there. They promised they would be there and I had a sneaking suspicion it might be a double ceremony.
That night they insisted on sleeping on the floor in my room. Not for long though. My double bed wasn't really made for three large lads like us but, after a few minutes silence, the first from the time they'd arrived, two huge figures loomed over me and joined me, one on either side. It wasn't long then before Darryll's tongue and lips were working on my rod and I was finding out the dimensions of Michael's meaty tool. Actually, it didn't lengthen much, he was no longer than me, but the circumference of his shaft stretched my mouth completely. And, the amount of the load he produced also beat my usually copious outpouring. I managed to catch all of it without choking or gagging and remembered those first wonderful times when we'd pleasured each other in that way.
Shortly after I had made Michael come I fired my wad which Darryll also expertly retained in its entirety. It was then my turn to show my love for Darryll and, for the first time, sucked his cock, again remembering that wonderful time when I was just fourteen and he'd given me such pleasure.
Once more that night we made the rounds and then in one enormous heap snored the night away.
The next morning they wanted to experience how we spent our days so Tom and I took them on a trek down Loch Sheil and up Beinn Odhar Bheag and wore the buggers out clambering up the tussocky slopes. That evening the four of us celebrated the day with Tom being introduced to two new proud cocks and, if he hadn't got a home to go to, would have willingly stayed the night!
What was interesting was that Michael and Darryll had not ventured further than either oral or manual stimulation. Neither of them seemed at all interested in taking things further. They were intrigued about how Tom and I had first fucked and how we had taken Ghazi's virginity at his request. I could see Darryll's point when he said he was quite satisfied with what they did as I wouldn't have liked Michael's fiercesomely thick shaft attempting to enter me without lots and lots of preparation.
So, they stayed for four days and Tom and I took them to various beautiful places spending one day by the sea near Glennancross. On the last day Michael did tell me there was some trouble between my mother and the Creep but he wasn't sure what it was. Stuart was obviously upset but wouldn't be drawn when asked. Michael said his father had looked very worried the previous weekend and I was left wondering.
Time passed and the date for the exam results arrived. Both Tom and I managed to get top grades in all subjects - our places at medical school were assured. There were phone calls to and from all over place. Everyone seemed to be most satisfied with their results. Aunt Margaret and Tom's parents celebrated by taking us both to that good restaurant in Fort William. A good time was had by all!
One long phone call was from France, mainly from Ghazi though the other two were allowed a word or two. In the case of Clyde, more than a word or two, he was most voluble and said all three would be in 'Edinboro' for Christmas. Ghazi said he was missing me and Tom but the young French lad had been there again with his mother for a month and he was going to spend the next fortnight in Toulouse with him before leaving for London. >From the hints he gave I surmised the lad's peach had now become Ghazi's property as he had learned to swim the river!
During the next week I had a letter from Little Dick from the farm where he was working. He congratulated me on my results in a short carefully written letter. He enclosed a photo. A grinning Little Dick, clad in only a disreputable pair of cut-off denim shorts and work boots, looking lean and very healthy, was holding a rope. Attached to the rope was a huge bull looking straight at the camera with Little Dick stroking his nose. The bull had the most massive pair of bollocks I had ever seen. On the back in Little Dick's so neat writing was the legend: 'This is Philip of Macedon. He is a Red Poll. I call him Flip.' Cheeky bugger - I only wished I had balls that size to keep up with Tom's incessant demands on my spunk production!
The third surprise - more a bombshell - was an urgent phone call from my mother to my aunt. She and Ray the Creep had split up. I managed to discern that she had discovered from a solicitor in the next town that Ray the Creep had been enquiring if it was possible to break the trust which held the money for Stuart and myself. Although all client information is confidential the solicitor was so worried as he knew mum very well that he had contacted her 'without prejudice'. Apparently there was a furious row and Ray the Creep had been booted out. Good riddance to bad rubbish. I felt vindicated for all my hatred of him. But that left poor Stuart.
Mum was sending him up to stay with Aunt Margaret for the rest of the holiday with a view for him to stay and to go to school up here. Phone calls were made and a place was found for him at Tom's old school. So, one late August morning I and Tom drove to Fort William station to meet my brother.
I hadn't seen him for four years. He'd sent a few snaps of himself plus the usual school photo where he was all washed and brushed, but I had no real idea what he was like. Mum was going off for a break with a friend from the office to get away from things so my little brother was landing on the doorstep.
The train drew in almost on time. Tom had stayed with the car. My little brother got off the train but he wasn't my 'little' brother, he was five foot ten, just as I was at the age of fourteen and three-quarters. I couldn't mistake him. I looked at him in the mirror every morning. We were so alike. His hair had got more my colour now than when I remembered him. He had the same blue eyes and the smile on his face when he saw me was so wonderful. He dropped his bags as I rushed up to him and we hugged each other in greeting. My brother was home with me!
Of course, all he knew about Tom was that he was a great friend and we were going off to medical school together. Revelations would have to come later. Actually, he took one look at Tom and I knew they would also be friends for life. Tom had another young brother to go with Pete!
Aunt Margaret fussed round him and said to me that he was so like I was at that age - something I had to agreed with, he was a mirror image of me. Naturally he wanted to know if Tom and I wore our kilts all the time. We said we did as much as possible. I had been wearing my father's kilt for the past two years so I gave Stuart the kilt I'd been given by Mr Ferguson. He laughed when I made him take his underpants off after he'd buckled the kilt round himself. That evening at supper time we three boys were all formally attired and Tom's father and mother came across as well to eat with us, with Sgt McLaren also in his kilt. In fact, he had some very good news. He was being promoted to Inspector but, unfortunately, he and Tom's mum would have to leave the village.
Stuart had insisted he wanted to share my room and so the double-bed. I was so used to just stripping off and getting into bed in the raw with whoever was in the room I had forgotten that the last time I'd had Stuart in bed with me was that time his room was being decorated.
I saw Stuart note that I was naked as I slipped under the duvet. He had put his pyjamas on the pillow but these were discarded and pushed onto the floor as he got into bed. We turned to each other and continued the exchange of gossip and chat which had not diminished all day. I was aware that Stuart was edging towards me. There was a moment of silence.
"Flip," he said, "You know that time at home when I had to share with you?"
"Um," was my reply.
"You know you had that itch?" he paused a moment, "I have that itch every day!" He burst into a giggle that was so reminiscent of Ghazi. He put his arms out and round me and pressed himself against me. His shaft was rigid and pressed into me. "Do you know how to cure it?"
That night we cured each other's itches twice each. The second time after I'd told him how I'd healed Tom's poor skinned dong and showed him the cure. It was the first time he had been sucked. And after he'd shot his sweet tasting load into my mouth he insisted on doing the same to me. He wasn't at all worried about tasting and swallowing my spunk and said that he and Kenny, his computer nerd friend, wanked each other off every time they met up at his house but they hadn't done that..., yet.
The next few days were quite idyllic. We took Stuart around, introducing him to all the crofters and the villagers we had come to know during the past four years. We tramped the hills and we three lay and talked and wanked and sucked during the long afternoons in the hills. After asking Tom what we should do I told Stuart one afternoon of our commitment to each other. His eyes sparkled.
"You didn't have to tell me," he said, smiling and holding out his hands to us, "I guessed within a day and you must be a real daft pair if you think Aunt Margaret and Tom's mum and dad don't know either." He laughed. "I suppose I'm the one who'll have to carry on the Menzies dynasty now!"
So my little un-gay brother accepted his big gay brother and his partner. I made certain that night my little brother had the most intense pleasurable feelings I could give him. He might be straight but he took pleasure from those things that only boys can know and give.
The end of the holidays came. Tom and I were packed and ready to go and start our new careers as university students. The night before our departure I sat down and wrote several letters. To Little Dick, with a photo of Tom, Stuart and me against a backdrop of a favourite hill, to Ghazi in London, to Hamed and Clyde in France, to Dr Williams and to Mr McCrae thanking them for all they had done for me, and a final one which started 'Dear Mum'......
The End
Other stories you might be interested to read are: Spying on My Brothers: Incest Section: May 2000 Easter Rugger Tours and after: H/S Section: Jun 2000 Jordan's Story: H/S Section: July 2000
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