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Two Jubilees and One Spitfire. Part 10 First time in Scotland
Resume:- Trevor a boy born in 1932 in the East End of London, after being sexually abused, and working for a short while as what would later be called a rent boy, is now living with Isaac Rose, an Austrian Jew and refugee from the Nazis.
Part 10.
The war in Europe ended in May 1945. The war in Japan lasted until August and ended with the dropping of the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Soon peace was signed with Japan. There were further celebrations in London but of a different kind to the celebrations in May. There was a greater feeling of relief. The armed forces would not be fighting a further prolonged war against the Japanese.
But before the ending of the European part of the war there was a General Election. Voting took place a good month before the ballot slips were counted, as those armed forces in the Far East also had a vote, and their voting slips had to be brought back to the UK to be counted. The Potsdam Conference was taking place. It began with Winston Churchill, Joe Stalin and Harry Trueman representing their countries. Churchill flew back to London for the declaration of the result of the poll. Unlike other recent elections the ballot slips were counted during the day in all the constituencies at the same time, not with some late at night, and others the next day. Trevor was at school. He heard two teachers talking together at the lunch play time. "They are sweeping the country," said one to the other. Only when Isaac arrived home, in a high state of excitement,
did he understand what the teachers had been talking about. Winston Churchill had lost the election decisively, and the Labour Party was in power for the first time with a large majority in the House of Commons. Clement Attlee returned to Potsdam as the British Prime Minister. Isaac was happy. because his political sympathies lay with the Labour Party. Trevor was happy because Clement Attlee was the Member of Parliament for Limehouse.
Every Saturday morning Isaac went to the synagogue, and Trevor went to visit his mother. Living away from each other had brought them closer. He saw the worn look on his mother's face. The domesticating influence of Isaac was beginning to tell, so he started to do little jobs around the house for her. She started complaining of a pain in her side. He tried to persuade her to go to see the doctor. She said she could not afford to pay for a visit.
During that summer there was great excitement in the Stevens' household next door. Barry, the younger son was the first to return. He had been through the D Day landings, and fought in the Battle of the Bulge and the crossing of the Rhine. He was a big strong man. Trevor was soon introduced to him, and questioned him a lot about what it was like to be in action. A few days later Thomas. or Tom as he was usually called, came home. He had been captured by the Germans at Dunkirk and had spent just over five years as a prisoner of war.. He was gaunt and pale. It would take a long time for him to recover from his experiences.
Tom was quiet and withdrawn. He often sat out in the small garden enjoying the sun and the flowers. Trevor was shy of him to begin with, as Tom was so withdrawn. Slowly a friendship developed. Tom found that he could talk to the boy in a way that he found difficult when talking to his family, especially when his brother was present.
One afternoon Trevor got Isaac's big atlas out and they traced all the places Tom had been to. He had been called up to the Warley Barracks in Brentwood. He had done training at Aldershot and on Salisbury Plain. Then he had gone over to France and had been stationed near Arras. He had been involved in the retreat to Dunkirk. He described the hell of the beaches, with the Stukas dive bombing. He was one of the many who had been left behind, and was taken prisoner. Most of his time had been spent in a prison camp near Munster. He had not been badly treated by the Germans: it was just the powerlessness and lack of freedom of those years in a prison camp. He had been in close proximity with the same men for much of that time. 'We got on each other's nerves at times. Then there were the watch towers, with their machine guns, surrounding, and looking down on us.' he commented.
As a recovering prisoner of war Tom had extra rations. Mrs Stevens made sure that he was well nourished.
Barry, the younger Stevens' son was more extrovert. While he was home on that first fourteen days leave he brought home three different girls. But he was expecting to go out to Japan to finish the war there. However, Hiroshima and Nagasaki put paid to that.
Towards the end of August, Isaac told Trevor they were going to Scotland for a two weeks to visit his old Nanny, Flora MacClean. She lived in a remote village called Strontian in the Ardgour. "It's not worth going all that way for less than a week. We'll stay in Edinburgh for a couple of nights, and have the rest of the time in Strontian. She cannot put us up, unfortunately; so we will be staying in a croft nearby."
The furthest Trevor had ever been from London was Somerset, and the prospect of a long train journey to Scotland was exciting. When the day came they caught the 10.00 train, the Flying Scotsman, from King's Cross. In the high days of steam travel before the war, Sir Nigel Gresley's streamlined Pacifics, like Mallard, had covered the 400 miles between London and Edinburgh without stopping. With the reduced state of the railways immediately after the war there were stops, some unscheduled. North of Berwick Trevor caught his first sight of the sea, when the line ran along the coast. Isaac had told Trevor about hotels, and they stayed in a small back street hotel in Edinburgh.
The Scotsman arrived late in the afternoon and they made their way to the hotel. They were given a small twin bedded room. "Wot's all this? Ain't I sleeping wiv you?"
"I asked for a room like this. If I'd asked for a room with a double bed there would have been questions about why an old man like me was sleeping in the same bed as a lovely young man like you."
"You ain't an old man, Isaac."
"Thanks for that complement. I might let you into my bed tonight."
"You'd better."
Isaac guided Trevor through the does and dont's of hotel life. The rough lad who'd arrived on Isaac's doorstep those months before, now knew how to use a knife and fork correctly. After they had eaten they went out and explored a little of Edinburgh. They looked up at the Castle from Prince's Street. Trevor was full of questions. Isaac had not read up on Scottish history, and kept saying, "You'll have to ask Nanny about that. She'll know."
They made their way back to the hotel, and went upstairs to bed. They took turns to use the communal bathroom.
Trevor got into bed while Isaac used the bathroom. When Isaac arrived back in the room Trevor pointed to the empty bed, "That's my bed, and I aren't sleeping in it."
"Okay, young man. If you sleep in my bed, I may well want my wicked way with you."
Trevor giggled, and then said, "Good. But remember I can now do the same as you, and maybe I'll be wanting my wicked way wiv you."
"It sounds as though we are both in for a good time."
Isaac took off his clothes and got into bed. They had their usual cuddle and kisses.
"Isaac?" whispered Trevor into the man's ear.
"You've ad my cock and my spunk in your mouth many times now. I want to put my cock up your bum and shoot my spunk into you there, like you do me."
"You do, do you? It's a long while since I had a nice cock up my bum."
"Ernst?"
"Yes. Ernst, in Vienna."
"Can I?"
Isaac thought for a moment. "Yes, why not. How would you like me?"
"Can I choose?"
"Yes. First time, and I am not paying."
Trevor thought for a moment.
"I vink I'd like you on your back, wiv your legs on my shoulders, so I can watch your face when I go in."
"Alright, young man, your wish is my command."
They pulled back the bedclothes, and Isaac go into position. Trevor got the little jar of vaseline that they used, and prepared Isaac and himself.
Trevor got hold of his cock and guided it to the puckered entrance.
"It's been a long time. It might not go in easily."
"You've 'ad my fingers in there, but I'll be gentle. You was always gentle wiv me."
Trevor pushed his cock forward. The head slipped up towards Isaac's balls. He tried again. This time his cock head slipped the other way. "It ain't as easy as I thought."
"You just need practice to get the angle right," said Isaac.
Trevor had to try several times, and then he seemed to get the angle right.
For a moment or two he pushed. The head of his cock slipped in. He watched Isaac's face, there was a momentary expression of discomfort, and then a broad grin.
"Well done, Trev. That feels great. Now take it slowly. First time at things tends to make us come quickly. And I want this to last."
Then gradually Trevor pushed the whole length of his four inch cock into Isaac. Soon Isaac felt Trevor's balls against his buttocks.
"Trev, you just don't know how much I love you. Not just for this, but for just being you, and for all you have given to me over the last eight months."
"I ain't given you nothing! It's you 'as given to me. Given me a new 'ome,
saved me from getting into trouble, taught me vings. And I love you more van you love me."
"Impossible! But perhaps we both love each other the same."
Trevor began to push and pull his cock in and out of Isaac. He enjoyed this new sensation of his cock within Isaac's bum. He enjoyed looking down and seeing it thrusting in and out like a well greased piston. But Isaac had been right. First times at anything sexual tend to be quick times. Trevor felt the now familiar sensation mounting. His thrusts became quicker. With a great gasp he felt his cock explode, and the spunk gush out deep into his man. When Trevor's breathing returned to normal, they looked at each other.
"I hope you will do that to me many, many times, Trev."
"Vat were good weren't it?" was Trevor's comment. " 'Ow do you want me? English way, or Scottish way?"
"What do you mean?"
"In London you first 'ad my spunk in your mouth, 'ere in Scotland you 'ad my spunk up your arse."
From then on 'Do you want me English or Scottish?' became a shorthand between them. As Trevor got older they delighted in talking in this code with other people present. They knew what they were talking about; no one else did.
The next day they caught the train to Ballachulish. The scenery became wilder. Trevor watched as the mountains got higher. He saw the lochs, fresh water and sea water. At Ballachulish they crossed Loch Leven on the ferry, and picked up a bus that took them the four miles to the Corran Ferry. They crossed the Corran narrows on another small ferry watching the strong pull of the tide. Then a car that Isaac had ordered came and picked them up to take them to Strontian. The road was classified as a main road, the A861, but it was little more than a track, and frequently there was grass growing in the middle of it. Strontian faces south and overlooks Loch Sunart, which is a long sea loch. They were staying in a small croft.
Isaac had stayed there before when he had visited his old Nanny. The owners, a Mr and Mrs MacKenzie, welcomed them. The conditions were primitive. Water for washing was brought to them in a large jug. The toilet was down the garden as in Somerset.
"It must be terrible in the winter with all the snow so far north." said Trevor, airing his geographical knowledge.
"We don't get much snow here at sea level. There'll be snow on the Bens, but rarely down here. Yon is a sea loch, and warmed by the Gulf Stream. We have warmer winters than you do down in London." explained Mr MacKenzie.
Mrs MacKenzie gave them a meal. High Tea it was called. There was some freshly caught fish, bread and butter, and cakes. Trevor as a growing lad was able to do full justice to all that was provided, which gave Mrs MacKenzie much pleasure, especially as Trevor was full of 'pleases' and 'thank yous'.
"I expect you'll be walking up to the White House to see the Miss MacCleans now?" asked Mrs MacKenzie.
"Yes. It'll be good to see them again, and introduce young Trevor here to Nanny Flora."
"Aye, you've got a fine lad there," said Mr MacKenzie.
Nanny lived with her sister, and an elderly maid, in a small but determined-looking house about two miles from the village. Isaac and Trevor walked along the road which ran above the shore of the loch. The sun was beginning to get lower in the sky, and was straight ahead of them. Isaac told Trevor more about his old Nanny. Trevor detected in Isaac a mixture of affection and unease over the meeting that was soon to take place.
The houses was painted white, and hence its name: The White House. It was surrounded by a small garden. This was tidy, with flowers blooming and lawn neatly cut, in marked contrast with the wild chaos of the rocky woodland and open moorside all around.
Isaac opened the front gate, and shut it again immediately after Trevor had entered. "Mustn't leave the gate open, or the sheep will get in and eat all the flowers," he muttered.
They took the few steps up to the front door, and Isaac knocked. It was opened by a tiny bent old woman, wearing a black dress and a white apron.
"Hello, Millie, how are you? It's good to see you again."
"Hello, Master Isaac, good to see you again, and this is the young gentleman with you."
Trevor had never ever been called a young gentleman before. His bosom visibly swelled with pride.
"Come on in. Miss Flora is awaiting you."
Millie opened the door on the left of the front door, and showed them into a large room with two windows; one looked out on the road and the other gave a magnificent view over Lock Sunart to the hills of Morvern on the other side.. At the far end of the room a small elderly woman was seated. She put aside her crochet and rose to face them.
"Ah, Isaac, here you are at last. I have been expecting you for a good hour since."
Isaac went forward and bent over to give her a kiss. "Nanny, good to see you."
Trevor saw that Flora had an old and wrinkled face. Her face was very bronzed from the hours she spent working in the garden. Her hair was thick and of the purest white. Her main feature were her eyes, which were of a deep and piercing blue.
"This is Trevor, my sort of adopted son," said Isaac. He gave Trevor a gentle push forward.
Trevor held out his hand. He was conscious of the piercing eyes looking at him and into him.
They shook hands.
"I've 'eard a lot about you, Miss. I'm pleased to meet you."
Flora MacClean immediately noticed the dropped aitch. That was something she would not have tolerated.
"Come on in, and sit you both down." She sat down again, and Trevor noticed that though she sat down in her easy chair, she still kept a ram rod straight back. Trevor also noticed that, like the MacKenzies, she also rolled her Rs in a way he had not met before in England. She rang a small bell that was at her side. Millie entered the room.
"Millie, dear. Please tell Miss Mary that Isaac is here." She turned to Isaac, "What would you like to drink? A wee dram for you, Isaac; and a soft drink for the lad?"
"That would do us both fine, Nanny."
Millie left the room.
Flora turned to Trevor. "Now Trevor, where do you come from."
"I were born and bred in Lime'ouse, before I went to live wiv Isaac."
Isaac noticed the shock on Nanny's face at the further dropped aitches and the cockney accent. She turned to him, and said in German, "You've got your work cut out. Where did you find this urchin?"
Trevor replied with a faultless German accent, "He found me in the East End of London, but please what is an urchin."
She looked at them both with shocked surprise. "His German is better than his English." She turned to Trevor, "Are you German, boy?"
"No. Isaac learns me, and French as well."
"Isaac taught me," she said quietly correcting Trevor. The habits of a lifetime of being a Nanny to small children do not disappear on retirement. "You are teaching him well."
"He learns well and quickly."
"I expect his English will start improving, living with you. A good accent is so important, more so in England than up here north of the border. But Isaac, how thoughtless of me, I haven't asked, any news of your family?"
"No! None. I fear the worst, Nanny."
"So do I. Terrible things have been done. Beyond human imagination. And the Germans were such a civilised people. How can the land of Mozart, Beethoven, Goethe, Schiller and so many others, have produced such monsters as Hitler, Goebbels, and their concentration camps???. I have prayed every day, morning and night for your family, they were so good to me." She turned to Trevor, "If Isaac is anywhere near like his father, he will be very good to you. His father not only paid me very well, so well I was able to put some money away for my retirement, but each year I was employed by Herr Rosenbaum, he invested a sum in the stock exchange in London. I was with the Rosenbaums for twenty five years, and over the years that sum had grown. He did not tell me about this until I retired. I was able to retire and live comfortably back here in the family home with my sister. Isaac's father was a good, a very good man."
" 'E is good to me, Miss. 'E teaches me, and 'as given me a 'ome. 'E's rescued me, Miss. I can't vank 'im enough."
"I can tell you are a good boy, Trevor. Polite and grateful, even though your accent leaves a lot to be desired. Don't just call me 'Miss', you can either call me 'Miss Flora' or if that is too much of a mouthful you can be like Isaac and call me 'Nanny'. "
Millie came back into the room, followed by Mary MacClean. Isaac stood up, and Trevor copied him, not knowing why. Further introductions were made. They all sat down.
"Which whisky would you like, Master Isaac?" asked Millie.
"What have you there?"
"Well, Miss Flora likes a whisky from Skye, and Miss Mary one from Islay."
"I am sure I could not tell the difference," said Isaac.
"Shame," said the two sisters in chorus.
"They're as different as chalk from cheese," said Flora firmly.
There was a lot of talk about the days in Vienna, and Trevor learnt more about Isaac's childhood.
Frequently Nanny Flora would turn to Trevor and with a twinkle in her eyes tell him something more about Isaac's younger days. She told him how difficult he was to bath when he was a small baby.
"Did you 'ave to bath 'im when 'e was a baby?"
"Och aye, he was a tubby little bairn, and always wanting to be splashing."
They all laughed.
"Bairn?" asked Trevor.
"Scottish for baby."
"And I had to powder his bottom."
There was further laughter, but Isaac was embarrassed at this, and thought that they were in danger of Trevor blurting out what he'd done two nights before to Isaac's bottom, so he changed the subject.
Isaac and Trevor stayed for about an hour. When they left Isaac kissed the three ladies goodbye, and Trevor shook their hands.
It was almost dark when they walked back to the MacKenzies. There was no traffic on that road at that time of night. They walked close together. Trevor caught hold of and held Isaac's hand. "I am lucky to 'ave you. You are so good to me."
"I am lucky to have you too. Perhaps we are just two very, very fortunate men."
"It's nice to be walking along in the open 'olding your 'and."
"Yes, it's a pity we can't do it round Leytonstone."
They walked in silence.
"Isaac? Why did you stand up when Miss Mary and Millie come into the room?"
"It is considered polite for men to stand up when a lady, or ladies, enter the room. Nanny would have given me one of her telling off looks if I had stayed seated."
They walked on in further silence.
"She must be very rich?"
"Why do you say that?
"Having Millie for a maid."
Isaac laughed. "She is actually quite well off. The amount my father put aside for her was not a vast sum, but over those years, and with wise investment, it is now worth quite a lot. But you must not think of Millie as a servant in the usual sense of the word. She was a young servant girl to Nanny and Mary's parents, and has just stayed on. Mary does all the cooking. Nanny does most of the garden, and some of the housework. Millie is like a third sister, but she changes her clothes into that black with a white apron when there are visitors. She then appears as a servant, but she is an equal in the running and work of that house. I dread to think what will happen when one, or two of them die."
There was further silence.
"Isaac, do you want to do me English or Scottish tonight."
"I think I want to be done Scottish again." said Isaac with a laugh, bumping into Trevor with his hip.
Trevor barged into Isaac in return. There was a certain amount of pulling and pushing, all accompanied by laughter.
When they got back Mr and Mrs MacKenzie asked about the sisters and Millie. They offered their visitors a drink, but this was declined. Mrs MacKenzie took a jug full of hot water through to their room, and wished them good night.
They washed themselves, and then Trevor first and then Isaac clambered into bed. They kissed and cuddled. "You want me Scottish fashion, which particular way? Remember we must not make any noise."
"I want to do you doggie fashion tonight."
"I think it would be best if I knelt on the floor."
They got out of bed. Isaac prepared his arse from the jar of vaseline, while Trevor greased his cock.
"I think your cock is growing," said Isaac. "You're certainly getting more hair down there. The patch of hair at the base of Trevor's cock was now larger than the size of a child's toothbrush. It was beginning to spread up his stomach. The edge of the forest was now about an inch from his cock.
Isaac knelt down on the floor and leant on the edge of the bed. Trevor got down behind him, and placed the head of his cock on the target. He push, and this time it slipped in more easily.
"Your 'ole is remembering what it is supposed to do." whispered Trevor in Isaac's ear. "And my cock isn't as big as Ernst's, I bet."
"Maybe not. But it soon will be, the way it is growing."
Trevor forced his cock to full penetration. Isaac could feel the boy's balls against him.
Trevor was still excited by this new way of enjoyment, so he quickly climaxed.
"Thanks, Trev. I enjoyed that."
"So did I." Trevor kissed Isaac's neck and nibbled at his ear.
They cleaned themselves and got back into bed. They were soon asleep.
The next morning at breakfast Mrs MacKenzie brought them in a plate of porridge. This was something new to Trevor.
"If you want to be respected by the Scots, and not dismissed as a wimpish Sasanach you will not put sugar on it, but salt," said Isaac.
Trevor put some salt on it. He pulled a face at the first mouthful, but persevered. By the time he had finished the plateful he thought he might get to like it.
Then Mrs MacKenzie brought them in plates with three rashers of bacon, a couple of fried eggs, and some fried bread.
Trevor's eyes came out like organ stops. "Cor, blimey. Three rashers of bacon and two bloody eggs each! Ain't you got no rationing up 'ere in Scotland."
"Oh we have the rationing. But we have our own chickens, and recently killed one of our pigs, so we were able to have some of our own nice bacon."
Trevor tucked in, and had soon cleared his plate.
Isaac told Trevor of the pattern of his visits to Scotland. He stayed away from the MacClean's until mid afternoon. This enabled the three women to do their various tasks around the house, and to have a short nap after lunch.
He would then be with them for the rest of the day, and was with them for the main meal. When he was on his own Isaac often spent most of the mornings reading. He knew that this would not be to Trevor's liking, so he was prepared to go off with him to explore the neighbourhood. But it was all taken out of his hands. Mr MacKenzie announced that he was going fishing on the loch with his grandson Fergus, and asked if the two men would like to go with him. Isaac declined but Trevor's eyes lit up at the prospect. So while Isaac got his head into some solid tome, Trevor and Mr MacKenzie went off fishing.
Mr MacKenzie had a small ancient motor boat. It could have taken the four men, but was more comfortable with just three. Fergus, was slightly older and taller than Trevor. He was broad shouldered and had rich, ginger coloured hair. His father was the local doctor, and he lived in a large house in Strontian. They also took oars, as Mr Mackenzie explained that the engine was ancient and rather unreliable. "There's been many a time I've been down the loch and the engine has conked out, and I have had to row into the shore, and hitch hike home along the road, and have to go back with all my tools to get the thing going again."
Trevor was full of questions, as this was a totally new experience. It was a successful trip, and they arrived back in time for lunch.
"Och, you must eat your first catch," insisted Mrs MacKenzie, "You must take the fish to the ladies, and have it for your dinner."
Mid afternoon they walked the couple of miles out to the MacClean's house. They were formally welcomed, and all three ladies were interested in Trevor's account of his morning and the catching of the fish. Miss Mary, who was the cook in the household, said she would cook it, and it would be a part of their dinner in the evening.
Flora always treated Isaac in a mixed way. In some ways he was still the child, to be told what to do, and corrected if necessary. But he was also the representative of her previous employer and to be treated as an honoured guest. It was because of that dinner was a formal meal, eaten in the dining room, with the best china and silver. Isaac suspected it was only used on his visits, as the ladies had no other 'important' guests.
Isaac had tried to prepare Trevor for the formalities and correct manners for such an occasion. It was not that the meals back in Leytonstone were not eaten properly, they were just simpler affairs. When they were ushered into the dining room Trevor's jaw dropped at the sight which met his eyes. There was a large dinner table in the middle of the room. There was a huge white table cloth on it. In the middle of the table there was a vase of flowers from the garden, and four silver candlesticks with lit candles in them. At each setting there was a wine glass, and an ordinary glass. These sparkled in the candlelight, and the light of the setting sun which shone into the room. But what disturbed Trevor was the array of silver cutlery at each table setting.
Flora directed them all as to where they were to sit, she placed Trevor at her right hand. He would have done anything to go back to the Mackenzie's and have some fish and chips there.
They sat down, and Nanny Flora turned to Trevor. "I expect you are used to simpler meals back in London with Isaac. I shall tell you what to do, and don't worry if you make a mistake, - we all do until we get used to things.
First of all, we give thanks to the Lord for all his goodness. So we shut our eyes, and bow our heads slightly."
Trevor obeyed.
"Dear Lord, we thank thee that Isaac and Trevor can be with us this night.
We continue to pray for Isaac's dear family, where ever they may be. We pray for this home, and the three of us who live here. And we thank you for the food that you have provided for us to eat, especially for the wee fish that Trevor caught this morn. We pray that you will provide for those who are hungry in this needy world. We ask this in the name of Jesus, Amen."
Trevor thought that she rolled her Rs even more. Cautiously he opened his eyes, and saw that the others had done so. Mary and Millie slipped out of the room, soon returning with soup plates and a tureen of soup.
"Now Trevor," said Nanny Flora, "I expect that for most meals in London you and Isaac just have a knife and fork, and a spoon and fork."
"Yes, and 'e 'as learned me the proper way to place vem."
"He has taught you, not learned you! When you have a meal with several courses, as we are tonight you begin with the outer pieces of cutlery and work inwards. We are starting with soup, so we just need a soup spoon. But you may want some bread so there is also a knife ready for you on your side plate."
She ladled the soup out into the soup plates.
"Do you often have soup in London, Isaac?"
"No, Nanny."
"Now the correct way to consume soup is to use your spoon this way." She demonstrated the way to move the spoon away from the body. "When you raise the spoon to your lips you must be careful not to make a sucking noise like this." She made a loud sucking noise.
"Nanny!" said Isaac in mock horror.
"To make a noise is very bad manners."
So the meal progressed. The soup was followed by Trevor's fish, cooked in a white sauce. That involved the use of a rather strange looking knife and fork. Then there was some roast lamb, with roast potatoes, and green vegetables. There was a treacle pudding for the dessert course.
"I know that growing boys like you Trevor like a good pudding. Isaac always did when he was your age, and I expect he still does. We don't have it when we are alone, but having it reminds us of when we were children. The dear Queen [Victoria, reigned 1837-1901] was still on the throne then."
At each stage Nanny Flora explained what to do, and why it was done that way. Trevor began to realise that though she was in many ways a formidable and strict woman, underneath it all was a kind and affectionate heart. Trevor frequently glanced across at Isaac, who would give him a smile and an approving nod. The final course was cheese and biscuits.
At the end of the meal Nanny Flora gave thanks. They all rose to move into the sitting room.
Nanny Flora took Trevor's hand, "You're what we call a rough diamond. There is much that is very good in you. You just need a little polishing, and you will do well. I can tell Isaac has been a good influence on you."
Later that evening, when Isaac left the room to attend to a call of nature,
Nanny Flora turned to Trevor. "Isaac is very fortunate to have found you.
He is a much happier man than he was, even though he is worried sick about his family. You have brought him happiness and a new purpose into his life. I am relieved for I worried about him. Thank you Trevor."
When they left that night Isaac kissed the elderly ladies, and Trevor did so as well. He gave Nanny Flora a special little hug.
As they began to walk back to the Mackenzie's croft Isaac put his arm round Trevor's shoulder. "Well done. I hope that was not too much of an ordeal. Nanny can be a bit fearsome at times."
"No. It were interesting. Who'd 'ave thought that a boy like me from the East End would sit down to a posh meal like that. I like your old Nanny, I vink she's great."
"I think she like's you. Listen to what she says, and when she is telling you what to do try to remember, you never know one of these days you may be having dinner with the Lord Mayor of London."
"Don't be bloody silly."
"I'm serious. You never know. The whole of your life is open before you. I hope you are going to make the best of it."
"So tonight? When we get back? I gave you it Scottish last night. 'Ow you going to give it to me tonight?"
"Scottish, I think."
"That's fine wiv me."
Trevor formed a good relationship with Mr MacKenzie, and the beginnings of a friendship with Fergus.. The three of them spent most mornings together. The exceptions were when Fergus had other things to do. Sometimes they went fishing. They went up the Glen to look for deer, and they saw a large herd. They also went looking for golden eagles, but they did not even see one
In the late afternoon Isaac and Trevor walked to the MacClean's house. Always the same formality of welcome to Isaac. The meal was always in the dining room. Trevor soon learnt correct table manners. Often he would spend time talking with Nanny Flora.
Towards the end of their stay Nanny Flora and Isaac talked about Trevor.
"Isaac, that boy is a real rough diamond. You have plucked him out of the slums of London, his accent is abominable, in many ways he is uncouth, but he is quick and learns easily. I can see you have already taught him much. I shall be very interested to see how much of a silk purse you can make of such a sow's ear. But I like the lad, I like him very much. He is so interesting."
"He is a fascinating challenge. He is quick to learn. He started picking up German from the first time I spoke a German word. He is a good mimic, and that always helps. Have you heard him use cockney rhyming slang?"
"No."
"You ask him, I'm sure he would be delighted to be able to tell you about something you know nothing about."
Then came Sunday. In the Highlands of Scotland it was always referred to as the Sabbath. This was something Isaac, as a Jew, had found strange, especially as it was the day after what he regarded as the Sabbath. It was almost Jewish in its observance. The minimum of work was done, and certainly no housework or gardening. The meal would be cold. Only 'improving' books were read.
"Tomorrow is the Sabbath," announced Nanny Flora. "You, Isaac, will do what you usually do; read, or go for a walk. Trevor, I'd like you to take me to the Kirk."
Trevor looked up, surprise written all over his face. What was he in for now?
"It is a long time, in another age, when I was last taken to Church by a handsome young man." She paused for a moment as a distant memory of a long lost boy friend passed through her mind. "Trevor, will you call to collect me from the house here at half past nine, and we can then walk to the Kirk.
Don't worry, I'll tell you exactly what to do."
So at twenty past nine Trevor and Isaac arrived at the house. Isaac had made him put on his best clothes. The three ladies were dressed in sombre black. They walked the two miles to the Kirk. Nanny Flora showed Trevor how to place his arm so that she could hold it. Isaac watched them leave, and wished he had a camera.
The service was austere. The minister dressed in a black suit and a black gown, relieved only by the white, so-called, preaching bands. The sermon lasted three quarters of an hour. The prayer led by the Minister lasted nearly twenty minutes. There was no instrumental accompaniment to the singing of the metrical psalms. These were led by a cantor and sung extremely slowly.
After the service Trevor was introduced to several people. "He is the adopted son of one of my Jewish boys from when I was in Vienna. But Trevor lives in London, poor lad. His father was killed by Hitler in the blitz."
After the service Nanny Flora held his arm for the two miles back. When they were back in the house Nanny Flora turned to him. "Thank you, Trevor, for taking me to the Kirk. You were the perfect gentleman." She pulled him to her, and gave him a kiss.
"Trev, my boy," said Isaac later, "You have made a conquest there. I can see she is very taken with you."
"Once you get over the frightening side of her she's great. I like her. Can we come up here again?"
"Next year, all being well."
The journey back to London was done in one go. Mid-afternoon the hired car collected Isaac and Trevor, and drove them to the Corran Ferry. Then they caught a bus to Fort William, where they caught the night train to London. They had a sleeper. After they had eaten their dinner they retired for the night. There were two bunk beds. Trevor tried to get in with Isaac but it was too narrow, so they slept apart for the first time since Trevor had come to live with Isaac. So they rattled their way through the night, the train taking them first through the mountains, through Edinburgh, across the border and south into England and London.
They caught the tube from King's Cross to Liverpool Street. It was crowded.
It was when they were standing close to other people that Trevor spoke up.
"I shall be glad to get 'ome."
"So will I. It's a long journey. What are you looking forward to when we get home?"
"I can't make up my mind whether I want to be Scottish or English." He looked up at Isaac with that cheeky grin on his face.
"That's a hard question for you."
"Yea, a 'ard and penetrating question."
Isaac gulped, trying to suppress his laughter. "It's up to you."
"I know it is up to me. But if I know you it'll be up to you as well. It always is."
There was more suppressed laughter.
"English tastes good, but I think I'm getting better at the Scottish way."
"I think you are. Your delivery is taking longer."
"Wot's the saying, practice makes perfect."
"Yes. if you're English it does at least shut you up."
"But Scottish does that as well, though in a different way."
The conversation ceased at Liverpool Street. Soon they were back in Leytonstone. They unpacked. Isaac started doing the washing. Trevor dusted every where. The rest of the day flew by. Isaac had lit the fire so that there was hot water for the washing and so that they could have a bath.
They both agreed that they were looking forward to the bath, after having to make do with all-over washes at the MacKenzies'. They bathed together. They took turns to soap each other. They did it thoroughly but neither of them of them could resist paying particular attention to the more intimate parts of the other's anatomy.
They clambered into bed, and into each other's arms.
"There is nothing like our own bed," said Isaac.
"Yea, we do it proper 'ere, and can make as much noise as we like. Isaac, I'm going to 'ave you Scottish tonight. You on your back wiv your legs on my shoulders, so I can see your face. I ain't been able to do that up north."
"Yes, Sir."
Isaac prepared them both. "Trev, I'm sure your cock is growing, and you are certainly getting more hair down there."
"I 'ope you not going to go off me 'cause I'm getting 'airy."
"No way. You'll always be special."
Isaac lay on his back and pulled his knees up and raised his bum.
Trevor shuffled forward on his knees, and placed his cock. He slowly pushed. Isaac was well lubricated and now well used to Trevor's cock making an entry. Trevor made sure that it was a slow penetration. Both of them liked this part of their love-making taken slowly. Soon Trevor was fully in.
"I love it when I feel your balls against my bum. Your cock is so hard inside me, and your balls touch me so gently."
"I like that too wiv you." Trevor lent forward, and with Isaac raising his head, they were able to kiss.
Isaac squeezed his muscles several times so that Trevor's cock was more firmly held.
"I like vat too."
Isaac raised his hand and softly stroked Trevor's chest, and played with his nipples. They hardened at the touch.
"I vink I've got a direct connection between my tits and my cock."
"Some men have that more than others. Perhaps you're going to be one of those."
Trevor pushed hard to get even further into Isaac. "I wish my cock was bigger, so I could get further in."
"It'll grow. You are going to end up with a cock to be proud of and many men will be envious, and will want to enjoy it."
"You vink so?"
"I'm sure so."
Isaac's legs were over Trevor's shoulders. He brought his legs closer together, so Trevor's head was held.
Trevor managed to twist his head sufficiently to be able to place a kiss on Isaac's legs. He reached round Isaac's legs with his arms and with the fingers of both hands fondled Isaac's cock and balls.
"Do much of that and I shall shoot my spunk."
"Good," said Trevor and continued.
Isaac began to groan, and Trevor knew that a climax was getting close. He began to thrust more strongly in and out of Isaac. He looked down to watch his cock thrusting in and out. "It is like a bloody piston on a steam engine."
"It's better, engines don't feel anything." gasped Isaac, as his climax approached. He turned his head from side to side, and made some ecstatic noises. Trevor continued with his fingers. Then Isaac shot. There was one mighty jet that shot out and landed all over his own face. He spluttered as the second and third jet was deposited in white blobs all over his neck and chest.
That triggered Trevor. He felt his balls tighten, and then he too was shooting as deep in Isaac as he could penetrate.
Isaac wiped the spunk out of his eyes, and looked up at Trevor.
Trevor was laughing. "You shot everywhere. Anyone would have thought you 'adn't shot your load for about a month."
"It had been nearly forty-eight hours."
"God 'elp us if you shot a month's worth, we'd be swept off down the Thames."
A couple of handkerchiefs were produced and they cleaned themselves up. Then they lay close together, Isaac on his back with his arm round Trevor, and the boy nestling on his side against the man.
"Love you, Trev."
"Not as much as I love you, Isaac."
They were too tired to argue, soon they were both asleep.
It must not be thought that there were no problems in their relationship Most of the time they got on well. There was one recurring difficulty, however. Isaac, brought up in his early days in Vienna, under the strict regime of Nanny Flora, was trained to be tidy. He was tidy with Germanic thoroughness. When clothes were taken off they were neatly folded. Trevor, from the slums of the East End of London, had never been trained to be tidy. Clothes were taken of and just left. His side of the bedroom looked like a tip.
"You're not to get into bed, until you have tidied up, folded the clothes you are going to wear again, and put those that are to be washed into the linen basket."
Trevor loathed tidying up. Soon after Trevor had settled into living at Leytonstone Isaac decided that this was something about which Trevor needed to be taught. Isaac told Trevor to tidy his clothes. The boy ignored what Isaac had ordered and got into bed. Isaac was standing naked making sure that the job was done properly.
"I told you to fold your clothes, and put out those that need washing. Do it," said Isaac raising his voice angrily.
Trevor took no notice.
Isaac pulled back the bed clothes off Trevor, and grabbing his arm pulled him off the bed. Before Trevor knew what was happening Isaac had administered two hard slaps on his bare bottom. "Do it, Trevor, now."
Trevor looked at Isaac with shocked surprise, tears were in his eyes.
"Do it, at once," shouted Isaac.
Trevor folded his clothes, and took his pants and socks to the linen basket, and very sheepishly got into bed.
Isaac got into bed and pulled Trevor over against him. "I don't like getting cross with you. It is because I love you I want you to grow up into a self-disciplined man." He gave Trevor a kiss.
Trevor put his arms round Isaac. "I am sorry, Isaac." Tears were running down his face.
They kissed. Isaac never had to administer such discipline again, but that was one battle that took a lot of winning before Trevor tidied up automatically, whether it was clothes in the bedroom, books being read, or newspapers. There were other struggles; cleaning his shoes was one, and cleaning the bath after he had used it another. But generally speaking they got on well with each other.
One day Isaac announced, "I'm going to take you somewhere special, for something you have never experienced before."
Trevor asked questions, but was given no satisfactory answer.
So one Friday in early September Trevor met Isaac on Liverpool Street station, and they went by tube to South Kensington. They walked up the slight hill and went into the Royal Albert Hall. It was the penultimate night of the Sir Henry Wood Promenade Concerts. The tradition was in those days as that last Friday evening's concert was a performance of Beethoven's Ninth [Choral] Symphony. Trevor had heard some classical music on the radio, and knew that Isaac liked it. It had not meant much to him. But seeing it and watching the orchestra, and then the soloists and the full chorus was different. He leaned forward in his seat watching and listening.
As they came away Isaac put his arm round Trevor. "Well Trev, what did you think."
"Great! What a wonderful noise."
"I remember hearing it in Vienna when I was about your age. Beethoven lived for most of his life in Vienna. He never heard that symphony."
"Did he die before it was played?"
"No! He was stone deaf by then."
Footnotes:-
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The incident of Trevor hearing the results of the 1945 election with couple of masters saying, "They are sweeping the country," happened to me, except that it was two senior boys talking.
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Strontian. The element Strontium is named after this remote and small Scottish settlement.