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Two Jubilees and One Spitfire. Part 11. School, Sadness and Scotland.
Resume:- Trevor a cockney lad from the East End of London, has been adopted by Isaac, a Jewish refugee from Austria. It is September 1945 and the war is over.
Part 11.
A few days later Trevor started at his new school. Isaac had managed to get him a school uniform from Henry Taylor's shop in Walthamstow. He left the house that morning with some trepidation. He knew that he would be joining a class which the majority of boys had already been attending for two years. Fortunately he was not the only new boy in that class that morning. He soon found that he would have a lot of catching up to do. The staff were helpful. Each master spent time with him finding out where he was with a subject and when necessary setting him a 'catching up programme'.
It was a very different school. There was a stricter discipline - he did not mind that. They moved class rooms, going to the particular master, rather than staying in the same classroom for each subject. He had a locker in which his outdoor clothes, sports gear, and books were kept. Then there new activities for him, gym and rugby football, or rugger as it was called. In the summer term there would be cricket. There was homework, and he soon realised that there would be a lot of that, if he was to catch up.
When he arrived home on that first day he prepared the potatoes and vegetables for their evening meal. He did his house chore, which on that day involved sweeping the carpet and floor in the living room and dusting it. Then instead of doing his own reading he got down to some of his homework.
At 5.45pm Isaac came home. "How did it go, Trev?"
"Good, though some of it was hard work. I've got masses of homework. I think I'll need some 'elp with geometry."
They ate their meal, and got down to homework. Though officially the school expected only an hour and a quarter to be spent on homework at that stage, Isaac and Trevor decided that they would work from 7.00 - 9.15, plus any time he spent before Isaac came home. During that first term they worked hard. The main catching up was going to be in Maths, Science, and Latin. The Maths master concerned talked to Trevor, and when he found out that his guardian knew his Maths, suggested that Isaac gave Trevor a crash course in Arithmetic, Algebra, and Geometry. Slowly Trevor began to understand more and more what was going on in the class. It was a momentous day when he first put up his hand and answered a question in Maths correctly. That was towards the end of November. The science was more difficult as Isaac was little help in this area. The master concerned tried to give Trevor some individual attention at each class.
Trevor hadn't a clue what was going on when he first played rugger.. He put up with being shouted at by the other boys when he tried to pass the ball forward, and broke other rules. He soon picked it up. He was put in the scrum, as he was both taller and more strongly built than many in his class . He found the showers afterwards an interesting experience. It felt strange to be totally naked with all his class mates. He glanced surreptitiously at their cocks. A full report was given to Isaac that night in bed.
Trevor was growing fast. His voice broke during that first term at the Grammar School. He had a period of a few weeks when he was totally unsure what his voice would sound like when he opened his mouth. Sometimes it was a piping treble, and with the next breath a profound bass. The first traces of hair in the middle of his chest began to appear.
Trevor and Isaac had a serious chat when he asked about bringing friends home from school. Both knew that they could both be in serious trouble if it was known that they were sleeping together. They decided that Trevor should move all his clothes and belongings into the middle bedroom, and make it look as though he was sleeping there. They would continue to sleep together in Isaac's big double bed. Isaac insisted that Trevor's bedroom be kept tidy, and that none of Trevor's things migrated back into his bedroom.
Trevor as a young teenager found keeping things tidy a major effort. When they went upstairs to begin sorting things out their eyes turned up to Harry's Spitfire, that was still in position above their bed.
"I think we'll have to take that down too, don't you," said Isaac.
" 'Fraid so. It's been up there since I moved in wiv you."
"Yes. It has seen and heard much. And survived doodlebugs and rockets."
"I wonder what Harry is like now. I hope 'e's got a friend."
"I am sure he has. He sounds a nice boy, though he must be a man now."
Harry's Spitfire was taken down and taken into Trevor's room. He placed it on a chest of drawers, and there it stayed.
The Saturday ritual of Trevor going to Limehouse, while Isaac went to the synagogue continued. Amy Russell's health was deteriorating. She was getting thinner and increasingly complained of pain in her side. Trevor tried to persuade her to go to the doctor's, but she refused. Trevor realised that something was very seriously wrong when one 'uncle' left, and there was no new 'uncle', even after three months.
At the end of the autumn term Trevor's school report was positive, with remarks like, 'Good Progress', 'Works hard'.. Latin was the one subject where there was a problem. The help that Isaac could give was very limited. He had learnt some Latin at school in Vienna, but had forgotten most of it.
As an encouragement for his term's work Isaac took Trevor up to the West End to see a performance of Shakespeare's Richard III. They both agreed that apart from Richard, it was the women who were the Queens, who had the best parts, full of cursing and imprecations against the King!
Isaac and Trevor spent Christmas Day alone. They had tried to persuade Amy to come and stay for a couple of days, but she refused to leave her own home. They exchanged presents. Isaac had managed to purchase a small chicken that looked as though it had been half starved. This was cooked and did them for their Christmas dinner. They listened to the King's speech, but did not stand for the National Anthem, as Trevor had done with the Hearns and Joliffes down in Somerset six years before.
On Boxing Day they were invited round to the Stevens' next door. There were sandwiches, Christmas cake, and a jelly with fruit in it, which they had with tinned evaporated milk. Mr and Mrs Stevens' two sons, Tom and Barry were there, as well as Barry's latest girl friend. They played various party games, and ended up playing rummy into the early hours of the morning.
The New Year was seen in with the Stevens family coming round to Isaac and Trevor's. As it was a special occasion the rarely used front room, or sitting room, was used. It was thoroughly cleaned and the fire lit in there as well as in the living room.
Isaac organised a buffet meal. It was not lavish, - it could not be with the strict rationing of those days. [It was going to be a grim fact of life that rationing got more severe for a while after the war. A starving continent the other side of the Channel had to be fed, and Britain had few dollars with which to buy food.]
Trevor sat next to Tom. "Wot was it like, Christmas in the prison camp?"
"We always hoped for the Red Cross parcels. We'd try to decorate the place a bit. We had a church service and sang carols. We'd have a special concert too. But Trev, how's school? You know I went to that school?"
"Did you?"
"Yes. Left just before the war started. I did a job up in the City for a while until I got called up. The rest you know. What sort of report did you get? "
"Not too bad. Lot of catching up to do. The subjects where I need to do most catching up are Maths, Science and Latin. Isaac 'elps me with my Maths, but I find Latin hard. Isaac speaks good English, but he only did a little Latin, and has forgotten most of what he did know. He has to keep looking at the text book."
"I was quite good at Latin. During the long years as a P.O.W. those who knew something taught others. It all helped pass the time. There was a chap who'd been a classics master in one of those posh Public Schools. He taught those who were willing to learn some Latin and Greek. I'd done Latin at school, so I joined his class, and even learnt a little Greek. I think I might be able to help you, so if you want some help I'd like to help you. I might even be able to help you a little with the science. I'm a bit rusty, but it would all come back with the aid of a text book. I did get credits in physics and chemistry for my School Cert. But tell me, why have you got to catch up?"
Trevor told him a censored account of his life story which Tom accepted without question.
"You were lucky to get involved with Isaac. I can tell how much he has given to you, and how much he has helped you. He's a good man."
Trevor reported this conversation to Isaac that night in bed. "I didn't tell how much you'd given me English and Scottish."
"Just as well, young man. I was just beginning to think that I wanted to give you some more."
"Good!" exclaimed Trevor. He lept out of bed to get the lubricant. "Scottish tonight, Isaac?"
"Fine by me."
"Side by side, so we can keep warm under the bedclothes."
"That'll be fine. Then I can go to sleep with my Brighton inside you."
"All ready for another go in the morning," laughed Trevor.
Trevor now had a half an hour an evening doing Latin with Tom. When Isaac and Trevor had eaten their meal they would knock on the intervening wall a couple of times to let Tom know that Trevor was ready. If Tom was free he would knock a couple of times and Trevor would go round. If the Stevens's were still eating their meal the knock would be delayed.
Trevor's Latin began to improve immediately. The science took longer. But it marked the beginning of a significant friendship for both Tom and Trevor.
There was never ever anything sexual in the relationship. The vitality of Trevor helped Tom to recover from the years of imprisonment, and Trevor's Latin and Science improved.
Saturday 23rd March 1946 started like most of the Saturdays before. Isaac left the house to go to the synagogue. Trevor left soon after to make his usual journey back to Limehouse. When he arrived at his old home he found the door locked shut. This was very unusual as his mother was always there waiting for him. He stood at the front door and looked around. Perhaps she had popped along to the shops.
Then Mrs Cussins came out of the house next door. "Trevor, just the man I want. Your mother's been taken into 'ospital. We wanted to contact you but we didn't know your address in Leytonstone."
"What happened? When was she taken into hospital?"
"It were Thursday afternoon. She collapsed in my 'ouse. We was 'aving a cup of tea, and she just collapsed. I 'urried down to Mr 'Uckle's, the corner shop. They've got a phone. I called the bloody ambulance and they whisked 'er into 'ospital. I went wiv 'er. She's very ill, Trev, very ill. She's got a great lump. I vink she's got a cancer, if you ask me."
"Which 'ospital is she in?"
Mrs Cussins told him. "And she's in Ward 6."
"I must go straight away."
He knew where the hospital was. But he had never been into a hospital before. It seemed huge, much bigger than his school, which was the largest building he had encountered. There were a mass of signs, and corridors full of hurrying people. He eventually found his way to Ward 6. He went in the door and was immediately in a wide passage way with rooms off to each side. Ahead he could see a brighter and larger area. He stood there not knowing what to do.
A formidable woman dressed in a starched uniform and imposing head gear came out of a side room and saw him. "Young man, what are you doing here? Visiting hours are not until 2.00 this afternoon."
"Excuse me, Miss. I'm Trevor Russell, and I have just been told my mother is very ill in here."
"You Amy Russell's son?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Call me Sister, not Miss."
"Yes, Mi...Sister."
"Follow me."
She led the way into a small office. She shut the door."
"Sit down," she ordered.
Trevor sat. "What's your name?"
"Trevor Russell, Mi...Sister."
"Now Trevor, how old are you."
"Thirteen, fourteen in June."
"Trevor, you mother is very seriously ill."
"Will she get better?"
The Ward Sister looked at him for a moment assessing his ability to accept the truth. "Trevor, we think your mother is dying. I don't think she'll be with us for very much longer. I'll take you to see her, but you ought to have an adult here with you. Where's your father?"
"He got killed in the blitz."
"I'm sorry. Have you any older brothers or sisters?"
"No, I am an only kid."
"Why weren't you here before?"
"I've only just heard about Mum. I don't live at 'ome."
"Who do you live with?"
"I have a sort of guardian. He looks after me. I just visit Mum once a week. She weren't able to look after me properly."
"I'll take you to see your mother. I suggest you have a few minutes with her, and then you go and get your guardian and both of you come back here as quickly as you can."
Tears began to form in Trevor's eyes. He pulled out a handerkerchief. Part of Isaac's regime was to insist on Trevor having a clean handkerchief each morning, so it was not the usual dirty creased rag of many thirteen year olds. He wiped his eyes. "Sorry, Sister."
She smiled at him for the first time. "That's alright, Trevor."
"Is it that close?"
"I cannot say, but I think your mother has less than forty-eight hours."
Trevor just sat, not knowing what to say. He wiped away some more tears.
"Sit in here for a few minutes. I'll get you a drink, like some tea or a cold drink?"
"Tea, please Sister."
She left him.
He sat feeling utterly alone and desolate. Then he thought of what the Sister had said. Yes, he would see his Mum, and then he would go back to Leytonstone to collect Isaac. Isaac would know what to do.
The Sister returned with a cup of tea. It was hot and sweet. She sat down again. "Trevor when did you last see your Mum?"
"Last Saturday. I visit her every Saturday morning."
"I think you will be surprised how much she has changed. You must be prepared for a shock."
Trevor nodded, his eyes were moist again.
The Sister stood up, "Shall we go and see your Mother?"
Trevor followed her out of her office, down the short passage into the main ward. There were beds on each side. But close to the entrance there were screens round one bed. The Sister opened the screen and signalled for Trevor to follow. There in the confined space was a bed and his mother. He was astonished how small and frail she looked. She was curled up on her side. She appeared to be asleep.
The Sister bent over. "Mrs Russell, Trevor's here to see you."
Amy Russell stirred, and opened her eyes. "Trev, love."
The Sister spoke again. 'I'll get you a chair to sit on, and send a nurse in to be with you. You sit and hold her hand. Talk if you want to. In about twenty minutes I'll come back and you can then go and get your guardian."
She left the enclosed space, and was almost immediately back with a chair. Trevor sat and held his mother's hand. A few minutes later a young nurse came and joined him.
He didn't know what to say. The tears rolled down his cheeks. With one hand he held his mother's hand, and with the other he fished around in his pocket for his handkerchief.
"Trev, thank you for coming. ..... I couldn't remember your address ....in Leytonstone. ... I've got it written down somewhere at home."
Trevor kissed his mother. He did not know what to say. The tears trickled down his cheeks. He felt ashamed of crying. The young nurse stood alongside and put her arm round him.
Amy drifted off to sleep. Trevor held her hand.
The Sister returned.
"Mum, I've got to go to fetch Isaac. I will be back as quickly as possible." He kissed her forehead.
The Sister led the way back to her office. He took the opportunity to wipe his eyes. Back in the office, she turned to face Trevor.
"Trevor, there is nothing wrong in crying over one you love. If you love someone, especially a parent, it is natural and right to cry, Don't take any notice of this foolishness that it is shameful for a man to cry. This country would be a better place if more men knew how to cry. Now go, and be back as quickly as possible. When you get back just wait for me in the passage way."
Trevor hurried out of the hospital and made his way back to Leytonstone. It was about an hour later than usual when he got home.
Trevor opened the front door.
"I was beginning to get worried. What kept you?" called Isaac.
"It's Mum. She's in hospital." Trevor told him all that had happened.
Within twenty minutes they were on their way back to the hospital.
The Sister was called when they arrived on the Ward. Introductions were made. "The doctor has seen your mother, and he doesn't think she's got long."
She led the way back into the Ward. The screens were opened. Amy Russell looked much the same.
Trevor sat on the chair and took hold of her hand. "It's me, Trevor. I'm back with Isaac."
She moved and opened her eyes. "Trev, love." She then looked beyond Trevor, and her eyes settled on Isaac. She gave a slight movement of her head. Isaac bent closer to her.
"You're a good man, Isaac. Look after my Trevor for me. I know I've not been a good Mum, but you've been like a good father to 'im." She looked back at Trevor. "I love you, son." She gasped, and tried to catch her breath, and then lay still.
Isaac put his arms round Trevor and knelt on the floor.
Trevor cried. Eventually, with a look of enquiry on his face, he turned towards the Sister. She nodded slowly.
Trevor bent forward and kissed his mother. "Bye Mum. Thank you. Love you always."
Isaac helped him stand, and with a strong arm round him guided him back to the Ward Office.
Certain formalities were gone through, and then they made their way out of the hospital.
"Do you want to go back to our home now, or what?" asked Isaac.
"I think I'd like to go and tell Mrs Cussins. She'll be wondering."
So they walked to the familiar scene of Trevor's early days. They told Mrs Cussins what had happened. She invited them in, and was soon handing them cups of strong sweet tea. They talked for a while about Amy Russell.
"What are you going to do now Trev?" asked Mrs Cussins.
"Continue staying with Isaac," answered Trevor, slightly mystified. "Why?"
"Is it official?" she asked.
"More or less," said Isaac. "Trevor's Mum handed me his birth certificate when he first came to live with me. Do you have a problem?"
"You're a four by two [Cockney Rhyming slang - Jew] aren't you. Are you going to make him one too, now?"
"Yes, I am a Jew. But I cannot make Trevor a Jew. To be a Jew you have to have a Jewish mother, and Amy wasn't a Jew. Trevor is a Christian. We have had this arrangement, when I go to the synagogue on a Saturday morning he has come to see his mother."
"Yes, 'e has come every Saturday morning. Amy always told me about your visits Trev. I wish you both all ver best."
They made their way back to Leytonstone. Once inside the front door Trevor flung his arms round Isaac and wept. They stood for a long while their tears mingling. Trevor wept for his mother, Isaac wept also for Trevor and for his own family lost in the holocaust.
That night they lay in bed talking. Then gently they turned towards each other. It began with what was meant to be a good night kiss, but it went on from there. Their love making was lengthy and gentle.
"We're both orphans now," said Isaac at some stage.
"Yes, all I've got is you, and all you've got is me. I'm so glad you decided to give yourself that birthday present."
They were able to register the death on the Monday. They arranged the funeral. Isaac did most of the work, consulting Trevor when necessary.
A short service was held in the cemetery chapel. Amy Russell was buried in the same grave as Frank Russell. There was no stone marking the place, that would have cost more money than Amy could have afforded, and in any case in war time such things were often put aside to be done 'when the war's over'. But at least there was no bomb crater to negotiate as they made their way from the chapel to the graveside, as there had been for Frank's funeral.
Eighteen months later Isaac had a stone placed on the grave. It was inscribed, "Frank Russell, 1910-1941, killed by enemy action while saving lives. Amy Russell, 1913-1946."
Trevor found it difficult joining a class where most of the boys had been together for two years. There was already a net work of relationships, and group rivalries and tensions. For the first two terms he was very much a loner, but then about the time of his mother's death he began to make friends with one of the groups. He was invited round to a birthday party. There were girls present, and Trevor realised that he was having very little contact with teenagers of the other sex. Most of the boys in his class were members of a Church Young Group, and there they met girls.
It was after school in early May that he invited three of his friends round.
He was going to lend one of them a book, and the other two were just a part of the group.
He got them a drink, and they sat around chatting.
Then one of them asked, "Can we see your room, Russ?" Surnames only were used at school, and among friends Trevor's was usually abbreviated to 'Russ'.
They all trooped upstairs. He took them into his 'official' bedroom.
"Haven't you got any pictures up? asked one.
"What's this?" said another picking up Harry's Spitfire. "Did you make it, Russ. It's a bit crude."
"Is it meant to be a Spitfire?"
"It was made by a friend where I was evacuated down in Somerset, at the beginning of the war. He whittled it out of a couple of pieces of wood."
The boy, who had picked it up, held it as though it was flying, and he tried to make the appropriate noise.
Soon all them were trying to do it.
Eventually Trevor managed to get his hands on his Spitfire, and safely back on the chest of drawers. Then they all clattered down stairs, and went off to their various homes.
About half way through the summer term when Isaac and Trevor were having one of their talking sessions in bed. "I've been thinking, Trev. Soon you will be have the long summer holiday from school. I can get a fortnight off work and we can go up to Scotland again."
Trevor's eyes lit up. "Great! I look forward to that."
"Well, I've been thinking. Would you like to go up before me. I am sure the MacKenzies will put you up. You got on well with Mr MacKenzie. I m sure he'd like to take you fishing and so on. You also began to make friends with his grandson, Fergus."
"Be up there without you?"
"Yes, I'd come up and join you for the last two weeks."
"Travel up alone?"
"Yes. I could see you on to the sleeper at King's Cross, and you'd wake up in Fort William. Mr MacKenzie would meet you there."
"Would I have to go to see Nanny Flora, Mary, and Millie every day?"
"No. But I think they'd like to see you fairly often. Especially Nanny, I think she's rather taken with you."
And so it came about. Trevor was to have four weeks staying at Strontian.
Before the visit to Scotland there was the end of the school year. There were exams, and end of term reports.
Trevor did quite well in the exams. He came out high in German and French,
and in the middle order for Maths and the other subjects. He had improved a great deal with his Latin with the help he had received from Tom Stevens.
In the final week the Latin master asked Trevor to stay behind after a lesson.
"Your Latin has really come on over the last two terms. I think if you continue to work hard you'll be able to keep up with the rest now. Have you been getting some extra help."
"Yes, Sir. From an ex-pupil of yours."
"An ex-pupil of mine! Who?"
"Tom Stevens, Sir."
The master thought for a moment. "Tom Stevens. Ah yes, I remember, but I don't remember him as being particularly good at Latin."
"He did a lot when a prisoner of war in Germany."
"Did he! When you see him, tell him to call round here sometime at the end of school. I'd like to hear that story. Tom Stevens teaching Latin! The age of miracles hasn't passed, even in a prison camp."
The head master asked to see Isaac again.
"I think young Trevor is to be congratulated. He has caught up. Next term he begins work for his School Certificate. If he keeps working as hard as he has done this year he should do well. I am now sure we made the right decision last year in having him here."
Trevor enjoyed his time alone in Scotland. It was the first time Isaac and Trevor had been apart since Trevor came to live in Leytonstone, and it was the longest time apart since they had first met on Isaac's birthday two and a half years before.
The MacKenzies' son, Fergus' father, was the local GP [doctor]. Fergus was just six months older than Trevor. He was a solid strong red head. He spoke with a soft Highland accent. It was the beginning of a warm friendship. Mr MacKenzie allowed them to take the boat out themselves. They always brought back enough fish to eat. Sometimes they went off into the mountains by themselves. They got to the top of Garbh Bheinn. They made plans for what they would do next year!
Trevor visited the 'ladies', as the MacKenzies called them, every two or three days. Often he took them some of the fish he had caught. They all fussed around him. Nanny Flora always insisted that he sat by her. She asked him a lot about school.
At the end of two weeks Isaac came up to join him.
"Trevor, what's been happening to you. You've got a good colour, and I am sure you've grown. You're going to be a big strong man."
"Like my Dad."
They had to wait for when they could be alone to express their feelings for each other. Alone in their room they hugged and kissed. There were many expressions of how much they had missed each other.
"Bashing the bishop is no substitute for having you," said Trevor, as his groped Isaac's crotch.
"I've been trying to save it up for when we got together," said Isaac.
"Same here. How long since you tossed yourself off then?"
"Two days. And you?"
"I had to last night. But I managed not to this morning."
"So how do I expect to receive your load tonight, English or Scottish," asked Isaac as he in turn squeezed Trevor's genitals.
"Don't do that, or I'll shoot my load now."
With a final kiss they drew apart, keeping themselves for that night.
They went for their dinner that evening to the ladies. It was one of their formal occasions, with the dining table laden with silver, and decorated with flowers and candles.
"We're not uncouth barbarians up here in the Highlands," said Mary.
"I should think not," said Nanny.
It was getting late when Isaac and Trevor walked back along the road to Strontian. There was still some light in the north western sky, but there was a full moon. The loch to their right shimmered in the moonlight. They walked along holding hands, enjoying being alone together. They were about half way to the village, when Trevor pulled Isaac off the road, and down a slope to the shore of the loch.
"Where are you taking me?" asked Isaac.
"A nice secluded little beach, where we can be alone."
It was a little beach. The sand stretched for about twenty feet, between the dark rocks. The tide was almost fully in.
"We can have a swim." said Trevor.
"I haven't brought my swimming trunks."
Trevor laughed. "You don't need them. Swim with nothing on, its great."
"Is that what you've been doing while I've been working hard down in London."
"Yes, with Fergus."
"That all you've been doing?"
"You've got a dirty mind, Isaac. It's you I want, only you. Haven't you ever swum naked?"
"No."
"Not even in Austria before the war, with Ernst."
"No, not even then."
"Come on, strip off. Beat you into the sea."
Trevor won that race, and ran the few steps into the water making a mighty splash.
Isaac was more cautious, and to him the water felt very cold. Once he had got the water over his cock and balls he plunged down, and it did not feel too bad.
Trevor came up to him and pressed his body close to Isaac. "Love you."
"Love you too."
They swam around for a few minutes and then made their way back onto the beach. They sat down on a small patch of grass.
"This is a beautiful spot, Trev."
"Sort of romantic, ain't it. Moon light and stars." Trevor moved closer to Isaac and pulled the man to him and kissed him.
Their cocks hardened, and they lay back, pressing into each other.
"I can't tell you how much I've missed you, Trev. House seemed dead, not our home any more. I want to suck your cock."
"It's all yours. I'm glad you haven't got tired of sucking me off. It was a long time ago when you first did it."
"Yes, and you were quite shocked when I did."
"I know. I'm afraid I'd sucked a few cocks before, but I never thought a guy older than me would suck me."
Isaac did not reply. He was too busy kissing, and playing with Trevor's cock and balls with his tongue. Then he put the cock into his mouth. The pent up sex of the young teenager, unassuaged for twenty four hours, soon burst forth into Isaac's eager mouth. Isaac made sure he consumed every last drop.
"Trev, I think your cock has grown too."
"Good. It'll soon be as big as yours."
Trevor moved. He pulled Isaac's legs apart and pushed his face into the man's groin. Soon he was doing to Isaac what Isaac had done to him. Isaac's longer abstinence meant that he too was soon unloading his stores of love juice into Trevor's thirsty mouth.
They lay together. Sometimes they looked at the moon light on the waters of the loch. Often they held each other close.
"I've had you English, Isaac, I now want you Scottish."
"No way. We've not got any cream to grease me. There's no way I am having your unlubricated penis thrust up my arse."
Trevor laughed. He got up and reached for his trousers. He thrust a hand into a pocket, and produced the small jar of Vaseline. He held it up in the moonlight in triumph.
"You had this all planned."
Trevor just laughed.
Isaac grabbed at Trevor and the two wrestled, tickling each other on the grass. There was much giggling and laughter.
They quietened down, and the Vaseline was applied.
Isaac lay on his back and pulled his knees up to his chest.
Trevor's cock was hard and ready.
"You insatiable, young man. Twice within an hour."
"Are you complaining?" asked Trevor.
"No. Just wanting it."
Trevor placed the tip of his cock at the familiar place. He pushed and made his entrance.
"It gets better, every time you do it."
"Must be because my cock's getting bigger."
Isaac made no verbal reply; he just groaned with pleasure.
Trevor took it slowly. They looked into each other's eyes, enjoying their reunion.
Then Trevor felt his balls contract. The tension mounted in his body. He thrust faster and deeper into Isaac. They both cried out at the climax. Trevor collapsed onto Isaac. Isaac held him in his arms.
"I think that was almost worth being two weeks away from you," said Isaac.
They hugged for a while.
"I think we need another quick swim to clean up," suggested Isaac.
Their dip in the sea was quick. They danced up and down on the grass to dry off. Then they dressed and made their way back up to the road. It was very late when they got back to the MacKenzies. They crept into their room as silently as possible.
They paid for their nocturnal activities next day. They both had a multitude of midge bites.
The following morning was bright and sunny. Mrs MacKenzie prepared a pack up for the two from London. They walked up the track beside the Strontian River, and then turned up the track that led up and over into Glen Hurich.
When they reach the saddle they scrambled up on the rocky top of Druim Glas. They sat and surveyed the scene. They could the sea shimmering in the sunlight to the west. Nearer at hand below them was Loch Shiel of Bonny Prince Charlie fame. When they looked west they were not sure whether they could see Ben Nevis. The whole prospect was dappled by the shadows of the few small white clouds that were sailing slowly across the sky above.
They ate their pack up in silence.
"I'm glad you've made friends with Fergus. It's a pity he lives so far away."
"Yea, but we're both hoping to do all sorts of things next year."
"All planned, is it?"
"Yes," replied Trevor with his cheeky grin. "Do you mind? Anything wrong?"
"Not at all. These two weeks have done you good. I'm glad about that. Nothing more happened between you and Fergus?"
"No, not at all." said Trevor with some indignation.
"I wouldn't have minded, you know."
"Really?"
"Trevor my love, my special love. We have got something special, and what ever happens nothing can destroy what we have given to each other. But our relationship is a complex one. We're like a father and son. We are two lovers. We are like school teacher and pupil. We are good friends. Do you agree?"
"Yes," replied Trevor with some hesitation, wondering where all this was leading.
"Sons grow up. Pupils come to a time when they no longer need their teacher. We cannot be together for ever. As things stand at the moment you will have to do a year's national service, in the army or air force. You may well go off to University."
"What me to university? Bloody hell, I'd never thought of that."
"Why not? You're clever enough. But what I'm saying is that I want you to be free. I don't want you to feel bound to me. I will have been a good parent if you leave home happily, and possibly meet someone nearer your own age to love and be with."
They sat in silence.
"It may well be that you will meet some boy about your own age. If you want to do with him what we do together, then I'll understand. I'll try not to be possessive, or jealous."
Trevor looked at Isaac. "But I love you, Isaac. I want to continue doing what we do with you."
"Thank you, Trev. I enjoy so much what we do. I enjoyed last night, even with all the bites today."
They moved closer together, and held hands.
"If during this coming year there is someone at school. Or with Fergus next summer. Don't let me hold you back. All I say is love, or at least like, the person you do it with. And be careful. It is against the law, and if you were found out you would be in serious trouble."
"I know what you mean about doing it with someone you don't like or love. I had enough of that before I was your special birthday present."
There was another silence.
"In a large family," began Isaac. "In a large family when the first child is born the parents give to that child all the love that a parent can give.
When the second child is born, that love is not cut in two. The parents find that they love both children to the fullness of their love. If a third or, fourth, or tenth, or umpteenth child comes along, in a good family they are all loved fully. Love is capable of multiplication, it does not have to be divided."
"Trust you to get mathematical."
Trevor pushed Isaac down onto his back, and started tickling him. They had another playful wrestle together, with much giggling laughter. Trevor ended up lying on top of Isaac. "Thanks Isaac. I think I love you even more having said that. You're truly a wonderful man."
They lay on the grass. They kissed and held each other close.
After an hour of lying in the sunshine Isaac suggested that they move. They stood, and packed things back into the rucksack , and holding hands they began the descent.
The next three days were wet. A soft fine rain drifted in slowly descending curtains up the loch. Every where was soon dripping wet. The small burns came back and resumed gurgling their way down the mountain sides into the Loch. Fergus came round to his grandparents, and he and Trevor played a lot of chess, and talked and argued like the typical young teenagers they were. Isaac got his head into a book and was oblivious to any noise.
One morning when Trevor and Fergus were talking after playing a game of chess, Fergus suddenly fell silent. A vacant look came into his face, and he seemed to be looking at some point other than in the room.
Trevor watched for a moment. At first he was amused, and then he became concerned. "Fergus, Fergus!" He waved a hand in front of Fergus' eyes.
With a shake of his head Fergus came too and after looking blankly for a moment, focussed his eyes on Trevor.
"What happened? Where were you?" asked Trevor, now more amused than worried.
"That's happened to me before. I have the second sight."
"What on earth's that?"
"It is something that some people in this part of the world are blessed or cursed with. It is a seeing of something in the future."
"You don't expect me to believe that do you?"
"Yes. It happens. Let me tell you one famous example. Towards the end of the last century a couple of men were walking in the fields at the edge of Lock Linnhe near Ballachulish. They saw a railway train steam across the fields. There were no tracks there, no railway for miles. A few years later a railway was built over the exact spot."
"You expect me to believe that!" expostulated Trevor. "But what did you see then?"
Fergus blushed a bright red, made all the more noticeable because his skin was very white. "I saw us."
Trevor laughed. "Where? When? And how?"
"We were in a sort of cave. It was pouring with rain outside. We were sheltering. No one else was there." He paused. "We were smoking cigarettes," he added quickly.
Trevor laughed again. "We'll just have to see, won't we?"
Trevor promptly forgot about it, but Fergus did not.
Late each afternoon Isaac and Trevor made their way along to the ladies' house.
One evening while Trevor was out the room Nanny Flora took Isaac on one side. "Isaac, you are doing wonders with that young man. I am beginning to believe in miracles."
"I thought as a Christian you believed in a lot of them!" Isaac could not resist that rejoinder.
Nanny drew herself to her full 5ft 2inches of height. "That remark does not become you, Isaac."
He felt fully put in his place.
"But as I was saying," resumed Nanny. "He has grown up and improved a lot over this last year. His speech is much better. Aitches are there more often than not. And that terrible use of a V or an F for T H has almost gone. Cockney is such a dreadful accent." She spoke totally unaware that she had a strong Scottish accent, clipped and rolling her Rs.
"He has had some good reports from the school. I think he might go far."
"If he does, he will have you to thank."
"May be, but he has given me so much. Given me a deeper meaning and purpose in life. Things would have been very dreary and lonely for me if it were not for Trevor. He is also great fun, we have a lot of laughs together."
"Good. I'm glad to hear it. I suppose there is no news of your family?"
"Nothing definite. Just the total extermination of over six million of my people. I think my grief would have finished me but for Trevor. And he has been a help, he listens when I want to talk. Losing his mother has brought us closer. Fellow orphans."
"I still pray for them. Though with very little hope now. As I pray for you and Trevor."
"Thank you, Nanny. I know we are not able to see each other often, but you are a part of my family. You're the only person who I know who has links with my childhood."
"Now, Isaac., do you think young Trevor will escort me to the Kirk again on the Sabbath?"
"You'll have to ask him yourself."
On both of the Sundays Trevor escorted Nanny Flora to the Kirk. She held his arm, and walked proudly with him down the aisle towards the front of the Kirk. After the long, and, to Trevor, very boring service, he was introduced with pride to all and sundry. This all led to a certain amount of teasing from Fergus.
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