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Two Jubilees and a Spitfire.
Trevor comes from the East End of London and speaks with a cockney accent. This involves a total non use of an h' at the beginning of the a word. Also th' is frequently pronounced v' or f'. I have always used a v', even where the sound would be an f'. I have not done so when the th' occurs in the middle of a word for obvious reason. i.e.Other' as `over' gives a completely different meaning. I hope this does not make reading too difficult, but helps to give colour to the dialogue.
Resume:- Autumn 1939. Trevor, a seven year old from the slums of the East End of London has been evacuated down to Somerset, in the West Country. He is with the Hearn family Eric, Mabel and their two sons Harry and Billy.
Two Jubilees and a Spitfire. Part Two.
At first Trevor found the two and a half mile walk to school hard going, and the return trip especially so. But many days of that September and October were fine and sunny. He observed for the first time the great changes of the seasons. The leaves, still green when he arrived at Binchcombe, in October began to change colour. Then came some high winds and the leaves fluttered down from the trees, to collect in coloured carpets in the sheltered parts of the lanes and fields. As the season progressed, so the temperature dropped, and there were more wet days. Sometimes they would arrive at school with damp clothes, and the smell of drying garments would pervade the classroom. Often they would arrive home wet, and they would be sent upstairs to change into something dry. The wet clothes would be hung on the clothes horse in front of the kitchen range.
Trevor settled well into the pattern of Hearn family life. He was not a naughty boy. Trouble usually arose between Harry and Billy. As the weeks went by Trevor found himself to be spending more and more time out and about with Harry. He was almost the older boy's shadow. Both the Hearns and the Joliffes commented on.this. Harry did not mind, and seemed to enjoy Trevor's presence and help. Billy was much more of a home boy. He was happy playing with his toys in the cottage.
The exercise of walking to school and back, climbing trees, and running around the farm gave Trevor rosy cheeks and stronger muscles. The pallor that he had had from his life in London soon went. He was much healthier.
All this would have continued without any change had not Billy caught chickenpox. He was off colour, miserable and awkward for a couple of days, and then the cause was revealed when early one morning he was seen to be covered in spots. Harry had had chickenpox some years earlier, and Trevor thought that he had had it. Billy was running a high temperature, and his spots were beginning to itch. There was no way he could continue to sleep with Harry. An adult conference was held, and it was decided to move the single bed into Mr and Mrs Hearn's bedroom and let Billy sleep there until he was feeling better. Trevor would have to sleep in the double bed with Harry for a few nights.
On the first night of the new arrangement Trevor was sent up to bed at the usual time. Three quarters of an hour later when Harry came up Trevor was still awake.
"I hope you don't kick or snore," said Harry with a smile, as he started to undress.
Trevor just lay in bed and watched.
Harry pulled off his pullover and shirt, and then his socks. He stood up and faced Trevor as he undid his belt, and lowered his trousers. He grinned at Trevor as his penis was revealed. He took it in his hand and played with it and his testicles for a moment or two. Trevor watched intently. Then he blew out the candle and got into bed. He immediately snuggled up to Trevor. "I can give you a proper kiss tonight."
They kissed, but this time it was for longer. Harry's arm came over and pulled Trevor closer to him. This was something new for Trevor, to feel the warm flesh of another pressed against him. He felt his penis begin to stiffen. He was beginning to experience this at various times, especially when he first woke in the morning. But it was not a response that he wanted Harry to know about. He pulled his crotch away a little.
"What's the matter, Trev," whispered Harry. "Your dickey getting hard?"
Trevor nodded, and Harry sensed the movement of the younger boy's head.
"So's mine."
Much to Trevor's embarrassment Harry reached down and with his hand felt Trevor's dick. It felt good.
"You've got a nice one there. Big for your age," whispered Harry. "Feel mine."
Trevor hesitated.
"Go on. It won't bite." Harry caught hold of Trevor's hand and placed it on his own dick.
Trevor was surprised both at how big it was and also at the feel. It was both hard, and yet in another sense, soft. He felt the pubic hair.
"I like you doing that," said Harry. "I hope you like me holding you."
"Yea. It's good."
"I'd like you to toss me off."
"What do'ya mean?" asked Trevor.
"Don't you know about tossing off?"
"No."
"If you did this to me for a few minutes." Harry proceeded to illustrate by doing the necessary to Trevor's dick. "I'd spunk."
"What's that?" whispered Trevor.
"Spunk is a white liquid that shoots out of your dick when you do that to it."
"What does it do vat for?"
Further discussion was interrupted by the sounds of Mr and Mrs Hearn coming to bed. "I'll tell you in the morning." He gave Trevor a kiss. "Turn over, Trev, and I'll cuddle you to sleep."
Trevor turned away from Harry, and he felt Harry get closer to him. He felt Harry's dick against his bum, and he liked it.
They were woken by the usual knock on the door as Mr Hearn made his way down stairs. "Up you get, boys. Breakfast and school."
They got out of bed and dressed. Each eyed the other's dick. Then they went downstairs, and took turns to make the first expedition down the garden to the privy.
After they had eaten breakfast they were soon on their way to school. Once they were out of sight of the cottage Harry put an arm round Trevor's shoulders. "You all right, Trev?"
"Course I am. Why?"
"After last night. Did you like it."
"Yea. Why?" asked Trevor.
"Just wondered. I was going to tell you about spunk, wasn't I? Do you want me to?"
"Yea. Am I able to make vis spunk stuff?"
"Not yet. You will be when you are a bit older. When you get some hairs round your dick you'll know that soon you'll be able to make spunk. It's made by your balls."
"What for?"
"It is the man's seed. It goes to make a baby."
"I thought a baby was made in a mummy's tummy."
"It is," explained Harry. "But the man had to put his seed in her."
"How does he do that?"
"His dick gets hard and he puts it in a special hole that is at the top between a woman's legs."
"Up her bum?" asked Trevor.
"No, women have a special hole. They have a bum hole to shit out of, and a pee hole to piss out of, and between them there is this other hole, where the dick goes in, and when the baby has grown big enough the baby comes out of it."
"Cor. You're pulling my leg."
"No. Honest Injun, its true."
"How long does it take for a baby to grow inside a mummy?"
"About nine months. About same time as a cow. An elephant takes a lot longer."
"Vey do it the same way?"
"Yea. One of these days you may see a bull stick his great big dick up a cow, or a couple of dogs at it. Even the chickens do it. The cock is the dad chicken and the hens the mums, though they lay eggs as you know, and they have to sit on them until the chick is ready to hatch. You may see a cow giving birth to a calf, that is very interesting."
They walked along the lane towards the village in silence for while.
Then Trevor spoke up. Vis making spunk. What does it feel like?"
"It's wonderful. Great. It is the most wonderful feeling I've ever had. Can't put it into words. I have been able to do it since the summer. Some of us boys from school do it at the same time. Sometimes we do it to each other, and that's even better."
When school was over that afternoon, they walked through the village on their way home. Harry stopped outside the village shop, and popped inside for a few minutes. When they got back to the cottage Billy was still quite ill, running a temperature and feeling very itchy.
The routine of going to bed was the same that evening, except that Billy was already upstairs asleep in his parent's bedroom. Trevor lay awake waiting for Harry. Eventually he heard the door open at the foot of the stairs, and the familiar tread of Harry mounting the stairs, candle in hand. Harry put his finger to his lips to signal to Trevor not to talk. He did not want his parents below to know that Trevor was still awake. Trevor watched as Harry got undressed. He did not bother to put on the usual pair of pants that he wore in bed. Soon the candle was being blown out and Harry climbed into bed. He immediately reached beneath his pillow and pulled out a torch. "I bought some new batteries in the shop on the way back from school" He switched it on, and they went down underneath the bedclothes.
"Take those pants off, Trev."
Trevor obeyed.
The two boys lay on their sides facing each other. Both their penises were hanging down limp. Trevor watched with fascination as Harry's cock began to harden. He had seen his own hard several times, but this was a different matter, and a much more exciting matter, to watch the erection of a larger penis on an older boy. He watched as Harry's penis thickened and began to lengthen. He watched as the glans pushed out through the foreskin, until it was fully exposed. His own penis began to harden.
Harry reached across and took hold of Trevor's hand and placed it on his dick, and then he held Trevor's dick. Harry told Trevor again about the boys at school. "Sometimes we make spunk together. Sometimes we use our hands on each others dick. Sometimes another boy's hand will pull at your dick. Something like milking a cow. You've done that. It's so good lots of men do it as often as they can. One older boy at school says he does it four or five times a day."
"Can I watch you do it?"
"If you want. But I'd like your hand to do it. But I'll let you watch tonight."
Harry began to feel the small balls on the younger boy. "These'll get bigger, and hang further down when you start making spunk."
They lay side by side for several minutes feeling and touching each other.
"Let me show you what I want you to do," said Harry. He proceeded to pull at himself in the way that is familiar to the vast majority of masturbating males. "Can you do that?"
Trevor reached over again, and began to pull at Harry's dick. He did not have to handle it for long. When Harry began to breath deeply and move a around, he stopped, worried that he was hurting Harry.
"Carry on. Carry on. I'm going to shoot."
Trevor resumed his pulling of his hand up and down on Harry's penis. Then to his surprise, by the light of the torch under the sheets, he saw Harry's penis stiffen even more and a jet of white liquid shoot from the slit. Three times it did so, each time a little less strongly than the first. He was conscious of a smell, somehow clean and attractive. He sniffed several times. It was to be something he was going to be very familiar with over the years.
"Thanks, Trev." Harry scooped some of the spunk up with a finger and looked at it. "That's spunk. Lovely spunk." He put his finger into his mouth. "Tastes good too. Want some?"
Trevor shook his head. He was not prepared to go that far. Harry reached under the pillow and brought out a handkerchief and mopped up.
"Thanks Trev." Harry snuggled up to Trevor and they exchanged kisses. "You're a good lad. I like you very much. I wish you were my brother."
Trevor was feeling sleepy, so he turned over. Harry spooned up to Trevor's back. And put an arm over him, gently cupping his dick and balls.
They had just ten nights alone in the bedroom, before Billy was thought well enough to return to his normal bed. All went well for three nights. Trevor was back in the single bed, and Harry and Billy in the double bed. On the fourth night, soon after Harry had come to bed a real fight broke out between the two brothers. This time Trevor thought that Harry was most to blame. Mr Hearn came rushing upstairs, very angry indeed. Harry was pulled from the bed and shouted at for fighting with the convalescent Billy. "You are old enough to know better," shouted Mr Hearn. "Billy is not fully well, and you start fighting." He started pulling off the leather belt which held up his trousers. "Bend over the end of the bed."
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Five times the leather strap landed on Harry's bare bottom. He was whimpering after the second, and crying out aloud after the fourth.
"Get back into bed, and don't let me hear another cheep from any of you."
Harry climbed back into bed, and Trevor caught sight of a very red bottom. Harry lay sobbing in the bed for quite a while. Eventually the three boys went off to sleep.
In the morning Mr Hearn called them as usual as he made his way downstairs to light the fire in the kitchener.[ Coal or wood burning cooking stove] Trevor saw that Harry's bottom was still very red.
It was over breakfast that Harry made his suggestion. "Mum and Dad, you know that Billy and I don't sleep well together. When Trev and I slept together there was no trouble was there? Why can't we sleep together, and Billy sleep in his old bed?"
Mr and Mrs Hearn looked at each other.
"I don't see why not," said Mr Hearn.
"Would you mind?" asked Mrs Hearn of Trevor.
"No, Auntie Mabel, I wouldn't mind."
"Alright then. But if there is any trouble from either of you, you will pay, and it will be back to the way it was before."
Trevor looked across at Harry, who, as neither of his parents were watching him, gave Trevor a quick wink.
Harry and Trevor set out for school. No sooner were they out of sight of the cottage, than Harry leapt in the air and danced around Trevor. "I've done it. I've done it. We can sleep together."
"Did you fight Billy on purpose?" asked Trevor.
"Yes, of course I did."
"But didn't vat beating 'urt?"
Yea, a lot. But it was worth it to sleep with you. I know we will have to be very quiet. But Billy usually sleeps like a log. We can cuddle, and you can toss me off every night, though we'd better do it all in the dark."
Trevor put his arm round Harry, and gave him a kiss. "You're brave. I wanted to cuddle you last night after you'd been beaten."
"Thanks, Trev. You can cuddle me all night tonight."
So another pattern was set.
As the autumn term progressed the weather turned cooler. One day in the middle of November the boys returned from school wet through. As the evening progressed the wind increased and the rain could be heard beating against the window panes. The gale raged through the night, removing the last of the leaves from the trees. It was the first real storm of the winter. What they, and everybody else in England, did not know was that the break in the weather caused Adolf Hitler to postpone until the spring his attack on the west. The failure of the war to see any real fighting was causing some Americans to begin calling it the 'phoney war'.
There was still a regular weekly letter written at school that was sent to Trevor's parents. Each week the postman delivered a letter from London for Trevor. There was also a correspondence between Mrs Hearn and Trevor's mother. News of Trevor's activities were reported, and Mrs Russell sent letters of thanks, and postal orders with some pocket money for Trevor. Did Trevor miss his parents? That is a difficult question to answer. He was happy down in Somerset. He was leading an active life, full of new interests. His friendship with Harry was a surprise to the Hearns. But as long as all the boys were happy about it, they were happy that Harry and Trevor should spend a lot of time together. But there were times when he longed to see his parents, and especially to be with his Dad.
Then as November moved towards December, thoughts of Christmas began to fill the Hearn household. The pudding was made, and the smell of it being steamed on the range permeated the house. The cake was baked. On three consecutive Saturdays Mrs Hearn took a boy into Bridgewater to buy presents.
Trevor's mother had sent some money for this purpose.
Late in the afternoon of Christmas Eve Mr Joliffe, the farmer, knocked on the cottage door. He spoke to Mr Hearn, "Eric, I am pretty sure that Daisy is about to drop her calf."
"OK. I'll be right across."
"Can Trev and I come too?" asked Harry.
"I don't see why not, as long as you don't disturb Daisy. She's placid and done it afore."
"Wrap up warm, before you go out," added Mabel Hearn.
Soon they were hurrying across to the cowshed. Daisy was in a stall by herself. Eric Hearn got in the stall with her, Mr Joliffe and the boys stood looking through the bars of a hurdle that had been placed to keep Daisy in the stall. Harry had seen it all many times before, but to Trevor it was a totally new experience. He stood there with an open mouth, as he saw the calf begin to emerge. He gasped when he saw it fall to the ground. He continued to watch in wonder as Daisy turned and began to lick the new born calf. "It's a heifer," announced Eric Hearn. They watched as the calf struggled to her feet, and began to suck at Daisy.
"Well," said Eric Hearn, as they walked back to the cottage. "What did you think of that, Trevor?"
"How did the calf get out. The hole seems so small."
"It stretches, and there are strong muscles that push the calf out."
"Why doesn't it 'urt itself when it falls to ve ground?"
"Its all limp. The cow stands because when the beasts were wild they had to be ready to run from dangerous animals."
"Lions and tigers?"
"Yes, something like that."
"When we are born 'ow do we get out of our Mummy?"
"This question stumped Eric Hearn. "I think you'd better ask Auntie Mabel when we get in."
When they were in the kitchen and the outdoor clothes removed. Eric Hearn said, "Mabe, Trevor has got a question for you. You know more about it than I do."
"And what is your question?" asked Mrs Hearn.
"Well." He was a bit embarrassed. "I saw a calf being born, and I want to know about a baby being born. I know ve man has to put 'is seed in ve Mummy,
and that ve baby grows in 'er tummy. 'Arry told me all about vat." Mr and Mrs Hearn looked first at each other, and then at Harry. A slight smile flashed across Eric Hearn's face. " But 'ow does it get out?"
"Some muscles push it out from a special opening between the Mummy's legs. It's not all that different from a cow."
"Does ve Mummy stand up and ve baby drop out?"
"No. She can give birth in a number of positions."
" 'ow did you when you gave birth to 'Arry and Billy."
Mabel Hearn blushed. "You are a load of questions tonight, young man. But it's good for you to know. I lay on my back."
"Did it 'urt?"
"Yes. A lot. Especially when Harry was born. He took a long while. I were a lot quicker with Billy"
Eric Hearn came to his wife's rescue, and standing behind Trevor, ruffled his hair. "Well young man you've learnt a lot this evening."
"I think you men folk have had a very suitable experience for a Christmas Eve, when you remember where Jesus was born," said Mabel Hearn.
The boys were sent off to bed. All three hung their stockings at the end of their bed. Harry did not believe in Father Christmas, and Trevor and Billy were still going through the process of disbelieving. However whether they believed or not their stockings were full when they woke in the morning. Each boy had the same, an orange, an apple, a bob coin [1 shilling or 12d in old money, 5p in decimal money - but worth a lot more then than now], and a comic.
On Christmas Day morning the boys walked with Eric Hearn to church. This meant that Mabel Hearn could get on with preparing the meal without the impediment of the males of the household. They returned with glowing faces and empty stomachs. The meal consisted of roast chicken, with roast potatoes and parsnips, brussel sprouts, and carrots. Then came the Christmas pudding and each boy discovered to his delight than in the pudding there was a tiny threepenny joey. [A very small round silver coin]. These were later exchanged for the more usual octagonal threepenny piece, and the silver joeys put away for next year's Christmas pudding.
Christmas Day was the only day of the year when the boys helped with the wiping? up with enthusiasm, because immediately afterwards there was the opening of the main presents. These had been placed under the Christmas tree for them all to see. There were squeals of delight as the various presents were opened. The final present was for Trevor; it was wrapped in brown paper and had postage stamps on it. It bore a London postmark. It was from his parents. Trevor ripped off the paper: inside was a wooden jig saw. The picture was of a college in Oxford. For a moment there was a feeling of homesickness, but the excitement of the day was soon resumed. At three o'clock they all went over to the farm to listen to the King's speech. The Joliffe's had a radio, or wireless, as it was usually called. They listened in silence to the stammering voice of the King. At the end they all stood to attention as the National Anthem was played. Mrs Joliffe gave them all a drink, and a piece of her Christmas cake.
When they got back to the cottage Eric Hearn went into the shed and brought out a large piece of plywood. "You can do your jigsaw on this, Trev."
The three boys spent a large part of the rest of the day doing the jigsaw. This was interrupted by further eating, mince pies, and Mabel Hearn's Christmas cake.
It was two days after Christmas that the boys were in bed. Harry had snuggled up to Trevor, and they had kissed. Trevor could feel Harry's hard dick pressing into him. His own much smaller dick was pressing into Harry. Then Harry took Trevor's hand and put it on his own dick. Trevor knew what this meant. He began to do what he was now used to doing. He thought of it as ' making Harry spunk'. Harry kissed Trevor, and played with his dick in return. Harry was just approaching the point of no return. He was restless, and breathing deeply. Trevor knew Harry was close to shooting his load.
Then came Billy's voice out of the darkness, "What are you two doing?"
There was a moment of complete silence. "I can't get comfortable," said Harry, "You know what I'm like in bed. Go to sleep, Billy."
There could be no more that night. Billy was quickly back asleep, Trevor followed after a quarter of an hour or so. Harry took much longer, but eventually his dick grew limp and he dropped off to sleep.
The weather had turned cold, and there was a hard frost. The mud of the farm and the lanes was frozen solid. Even the pond was ice covered. The boys were outside doing their various jobs around the farm and cottage. Harry had to dig the hole for the emptying of the privy. Fortunately only the top inch of the earth was frozen. A pick axe soon broke through the frozen layer. Billy returned to the warmth of the cottage.
Harry took Trevor away from the farm. "I don't think we dare do it any more in bed. Billy nearly caught us at it last night. If he had found out he would have told Mum and Dad."
Harry took Trevor up a lane towards an isolated barn. He led the way inside. He put his arms round Trevor. "I want you to do it to me here." He unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled out his hardening dick. Then he undid the buttons on Trevor's trousers, and pulled out his dick. They rubbed the two together, and both were soon fully hard.
"I like doing this with you, Trev."
Trevor gave his hero a kiss. He put his hand down and held the older boy's dick.
"Go on, make me shoot my spunk."
Though it was cold, very soon Harry shot his load. Trevor was surprised just how far it shot when not under the bed clothes. So Trevor and Harry's sexual activities assumed a new pattern. They had to find a secluded corner. They could not undress, and it was usually just tossing off. Harry made sure that Trevor enjoyed the attention that he was paid. In bed at night they still continued to enjoy being close. Hugs and kisses could be done in silence, but 'making spunk' was too noisy.
On the evening of the third day after the New Year Eric Hearn returned from a trip to the privy at the end of the garden and announced that it was beginning to snow.
The next morning when the boys woke they immediately sensed the difference. There was an unusual quietness. Harry rushed to the window and pulled aside the heavy blackout curtain. "It's snowed, and it's still snowing."
Billy and Trevor rushed to join him. Everywhere was covered with a thick layer of snow.
Eric Hearn knocked on the door. "Soon be breakfast boys. I don't think you'll be going to school today, there's been a heavy fall of snow."
The farm and its attendant cottage were cut off from the outside world for a couple of days. Even then it was quite a job for Mr Joliffe and Eric Hearn to get a horse and cart down to the village. It was a week before Mabel Hearn allowed the boys to go to school. They handed the usual excuse note to their teacher, with a request that if it started snowing again they would be sent home immediately. The boys enjoyed the week at home. The farm soon resumed normal operations. Clad in thick windproof clothes, and wellington boots, they found plenty to do. The sledge that Eric Hearn had made for Harry a few years before was brought out of the shed. There was a good slope a short distance from the farm. Sometimes all three boys lay on top of each other and went down the hill. But Trevor and Harry preferred it when there were just two of them, and Trevor lay on top of Harry. Sometimes they deliberately rolled off and wrestled in the snow, always ending up with a hug and a kiss. Billy usually stayed in for the afternoon, as one session out in the cold was enough for him. Harry and his shadow Trevor played games of being Scott and Shackleton in the Antarctic. Always they had a session in some corner of the farm, or up at the more isolated barn. Trevor made Harry 'make spunk' every day, sometimes more than once a day.
The walk to and from school in the snow was fun the first few times, but when there was an icy wind blowing, it was very unpleasant.
There was one small but significant change in the Hearn household. Billy had found out about Harry and the making of the wooden model planes. In the cold weather Harry was allowed to whittle at the wood with his sharp penknife in the kitchen. Slowly over several evening before their eyes, the distinctive shape of a Spitfire emerged.
"It's going to be a Spitfire," said Trevor one evening.
"Yes, a Spitfire," answered Harry.
Three or four evenings later the Spitfire was finished.
Eric Hearn picked it up and looked at it. "This is the best you've made yet, Harry. It's good. Well done."
"Can I have it?" asked Billy.
"No. I made it for myself. It's mine."
"I want it," shouted Billy.
"Harry made it," said Eric Hearn. "It's his to keep for himself or to give away only if he wants."
"But I want it."
"Billy!" said Eric Hearn sharply.
Billy withdrew into a resentful silence. He continued to covet the spitfire.
Whenever Harry got his planes out to play with Billy would ask for the spitfire. Trevor and Billy were allowed to touch and play with it, but Harry refused to give it away.
The winter of 1940 was one of the coldest. Eventually the sun began to gain more strength, and in the middle of the day the eaves began to drip with water, which froze into long icicles at night. One evening Eric Hearn brought a three foot icicle into the kitchen. Mabel Hearn disapproved as it dropped water everywhere. It was broken up and placed in a bucket before the stove, and the boys watched it melt. Then at long last the wind veered into the west, and over one night most of the snow was gone. There were no small patches left behind waiting to be taken away by a fresh fall of snow. [See footnote 1]
Underneath the snow the snowdrops and crocuses had been growing. Soon everywhere was bursting with life. Birds were twittering everywhere. Violets and primroses bloomed in the hedge row. Wild flowers were a totally new experience for Trevor.
It was one Saturday afternoon when the snow had gone, and was almost forgotten. The sun was shining, and just the occasional cumulus cloud sailing across the sky like a galleon. The three boys had been playing together for a large part of the afternoon. Billy said that he wanted to go in. Harry looked at Trevor and gave him a wink. Trevor knew exactly what that meant. He was as eager as Harry for it to happen.
They made their way up to the small barn that stood a couple of fields above the farm. They walked purposefully up the hill, busy talking together. As they had done so many time before, they entered the barn, and made their way to the corner where they had got together so many times before. For the first time the place felt warm. Previously the cold had restricted them. They had just got their dicks out, anything further would have been too cold.
"It's a lot warmer today," said Harry. "Let's take our trousers off, and we can get together like we used to in bed, before Billy started waking up."
Obedient to the older boy's orders, Trevor pulled his trousers and pants down. He was proud of his nearly eight year old dick that stood out proudly. It might not be as big as Harry's, and it might not 'make spunk' yet, but it felt good when Harry held it and played with it.
They stood facing each other holding and playing with each other's dick. Harry bent forward and gave Trevor a kiss. Trevor responded with a kiss in return.
"Some boys say it is sissy to kiss, but I like it," said Harry.
Trevor's response was to give Harry a long kiss.
Then Harry took his hand off Trevor, and pushed his groin forward at Trevor. Trevor moved his hand and the two boys stood in the dim light of the interior of that old barn enjoying the feeling of cocks together, of warm flesh rubbing against warm flesh.
"Do you like that, Trev."
"Yep. Pity we can't still do it in bed. I'd like to feel you on top of me,
or me on top of you."
"That'd be good." They continued standing there, close and rubbing together. "We could go over and lie down on that hay over there. One on top of the other. Shall we?"
They broke apart. and with their trousers and pants round their ankles began to waddle over towards the hay that was in the corner of the barn.
Suddenly the door of the barn opened. Light flooded in, and they were revealed in the spot light of a shaft of sunshine. Eric Hearn stood at the door. "What the bloody hell do you boys think you are doing?" he shouted.
There was no answer they could give. They were caught, found out. Guilt was written across their faces.
They both began to pull up their pants and trousers. "You can leave those down, Harry." Eric Hearn began to undo his leather belt and pull it out from his trousers. "Harry you are old enough to know better. You know what you are doing is wrong, don't you?" Harry nodded. "Trevor is much younger than you. I suppose you've been getting him to toss you off?" Harry nodded again. Eric Hearn had been young once, and knew what often went on. He'd engaged in it himself in his younger days. But things were different now. Now he was a signed and paid up member of the Parent's Union.
He cracked his belt in the air. "What you were doing was wrong. Leading a younger boy astray is wrong. I am going to give you five of the best for both faults. That be ten in all."
Harry gasped, the most he had ever had before was the five that he had received when he had been fighting with Billy in bed. That had been almost unendurable. He did not know how he would stand ten.
"Dad?" appealed Harry.
"Don't Dad me. You know you've done wrong. Serious wrong. I'm going to make sure you pay for it, and remember it for the rest of your life. Now bend over and take your punishment like a man."
Harry bent over.
"No go over by the wall, and put your hands on the wall."
Harry shuffled over to the wall, and positioned himself to take the punishment.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Ten times the belt landed on Harry bare bottom. Angry red weals were raised on his bottom. He managed to bear the first three in silence. He then cried out in pain. When Eric Hearn had finished Harry was standing crying, with the tears pouring down his face.
"Pull your trousers up. And go back home, and then straight up to your room."
Harry pulled his trousers up. He turned towards his father, and spoke between gut wrenching sobs. "Dad....It was all my fault....It wasn't Trev's fault at all.....Punish me some more.....don't punish him."
"Go to your room, boy, as I've told you."
Harry made his way out of the barn, with the tears still cascading down his cheeks.
All the time this had been going on Trevor had been standing in the corner of the barn. He had been trying to pull up his trousers, but his attention was on the beating that Harry was receiving. He looked on with shocked horror. Was it to be his turn next? The thought of receiving a beating like that loosened his bladder. Fortunately his trousers were not yet up, so most of his pee landed safely on the floor of the barn.
When Harry left the barn Eric Hearn turned to him. "And now, Trevor. You knew what you were doing was wrong didn't you?"
Trevor gave a guilty nod.
"You know you should be punished for it don't you?"
"Yes, uncle Eric," muttered Trevor in a whisper.
"You are not my son. If you were I'd give you three of the best. But you're not my son. I am not going to thrash you. That's what you deserve. Instead you will be on bread and water for the rest of today. Tomorrow you will not be allowed to play out when you come home from school. You will spend the rest of today and tomorrow up in your bedroom. If I hear any talking you will be in trouble. Understand?
"Yes, Uncle Eric," said a very subdued Trevor.
When they got back to the cottage, Harry was sent to spend the rest of the day in his parent's bedroom, and Trevor to the boy's bedroom. Both boys were only allowed down to go to the end of the garden, and to wash and clean their teeth immediately before going to bed.
Harry went up into his parents room. He tried sitting on a chair that was there, but that was too painful. He tried lying on his back on the bed, but that too hurt, so he lay on his stomach with his very red and sore bottom exposed to the air.
After the rest had eaten their meal. Eric Hearn went upstairs into his own bedroom. Harry looked to see who it was. When he saw that it was his father he immediately turned his face to the wall.
"You have received your punishment, Harry. I have nothing further to say to you on that score. I have got some cream here, that I want to rub on your bottom. It will remove some of the sting."
Harry remained face to the wall. There was still the occasional sob to be heard from him. Very gently Eric Hearn proceeded to apply some soothing cream to his son's sore buttocks. He did it for a while in total silence.
When he had finished he continued to sit there on the edge of the bed. "Harry, I was also very proud of you this afternoon."
Harry turned to face his father, a puzzled expression on his face.
"After you had received the beating, you took all the blame on yourself. You even offered to receive further punishment rather than let young Trevor be beaten. I was very proud of you, son, very proud." He reached over and ruffled Harry's hair, in the familiar loving way that he had.
Harry moved quickly. He sat up and flung his arms round his father, and the tears poured out. His father put his arms round the boy. They sat there on the bed hugging each other for nearly an hour and a half. Few words were said. They were not needed. Both father and son knew just how much they loved each other.
The whole episode started a debate between the senior Hearns. Could they continue to keep young Trevor in their limited accommodation? Three days later Mabel Hearn wrote to Trevor's mother.
Dear Mrs Russell, I am sorry to have to write about this. We live in a very small cottage, and all three boys are growing up fast. We started with Harry and Billy sleeping together, and that did not work at all well. We have been trying Harry and Trevor together, and it is not working very well. I know that Billy and Trevor would not work. Would you like me to try to find someone else around here who could take care of Trevor; or would you like to think of his returning to London. Many of the other evacuee children have already gone home, and the war does seem to be quiet. Yours truly Mabel Hearn.
Trevor was unaware of the ensuing short correspondence between his parents in London and the Hearns in Somerset. Yes, the phoney war was continuing. London had not been obliterated. Many of his fellow evacuee children had returned to London.
Trevor's parents decided that the time had come to bring him home.
So it was that one bright sunny Friday afternoon in early April the three boys made their way back from school. There was one stretch of the way where the lane to the farm ran straight for half a mile. In the distance coming towards them there was the unfamiliar figure of a man. They talked among themselves as to who it was. Then suddenly Trevor gave a loud cry. "Dad! Dad!" He ran forward and was swept off his feet into the arms of his father. There were tears of joy on both their faces at the reunion. Harry and Billy walked up to them. Trevor wriggled to be put down. "Dad,
this is Harry. This is Billy. My Dad," he said looking up proudly at his father.
The four of them walked back towards the farm. Trevor talked nineteen to the dozen.
Mabel Hearn stood at the door of the cottage and watched them approach. She smiled as she saw the delight on both Trevor's and his father's faces. They were no sooner back than Trevor was dragging his father by the arm to come with him to see the farm. It was a new experience for Mr Russell. He had been born and bred in the East End of London. The furthest away he had been was an annual day trip of a summer time down to the seaside at Southend on Sea He had seen fields with cows in them, but he had never been on a farm. Trevor was now the authority and explained everything to his father, much as Harry had explained everything to him seven months before.
Trevor now knew that this was to be his last night on the farm. There was no opportunity to be alone with Harry. Billy was sent off to bed. It was the turn of a very excited Trevor to go upstairs next. Then three quarters of an hour later Harry came up. Trevor was still awake. He watched Harry get undressed. He was given the usual kiss, and Harry climbed into bed with Billy. Mrs Hearn came up to bed, and the two men stayed talking downstairs. They were both surprised how much they had to talk about. Until that day Trevor's father had never been more than thirty miles from London. Eric Hearn was a countryman. The largest town he had ever been to was Taunton, twelve miles away, and he had only visited that five or six times.
Mr Russell settled down to spend the night on the sofa.
It was in the middle of the night that Trevor was wakened by Harry getting into bed with him.
"I can't let this last night go without even a cuddle," whispered Harry.
"What if Billy hears again."
"I'll get beaten again. The pain passes." He kissed Trevor. "I'm going to miss you."
Trevor clasped Harry close to himself. "I wish we could stay together."
"So do I. You know Trev, I think I love you. I think I really love you."
The bed was too narrow to lie comfortably side by side, so Harry climbed on top of Trevor. Their hardened dicks lay side by side, pushing into each other. They continued to kiss. Then Trevor felt Harry's body go stiff, he felt the dick pulse and the familiar hot wet jets of spunk sprayed onto his stomach. For Trevor is was the first time he had experienced the climax with Harry lying on top of him. It was not to be the last. They continued to lie together and kiss. Then they heard the birds begin to herald the approach of dawn. They exchanged a final kiss, and Harry crept out of Trevor's bed and back into his own.
Trevor's case was packed. Mr Joliffe was to take Trevor and his father in the farm cart down to Binchcombe station. Trevor went for a final round of goodbyes, first to all the animals, then to Mrs Joliffe, with all the solemnity of a seven year old, thanking her for showing him how to milk a cow. She gave him a jar full of clotted cream for his mother when they got home.
The four Hearns stood at the end of the path leading up to the cottage. Mr Russell shook hands with the Eric and Mabel Hearn. Eric Hearn gave Trevor a big hug. Mabel Hearn gave him another big hug and a kiss. He said goodbye to Billy, too old to give him a hug, and too young to shake his hand. He looked for Harry but he was nowhere to be seen. They all looked around, and called out for Harry but there was no answer. Mr Russell climbed up into the cart.
Then Harry came dashing out from behind the cottage. In his hand he clutched the newly made Spitfire. "This is for you," he said handing it to Trevor. He flung his arms round Trevor, and whispered in his ear. "Remember that I love you, and I think I always will."
Trevor hugged him back. "Thanks Harry. Thanks for the Spitfire, thanks for everything."
They broke apart, and Eric Hearn lifted Trevor up into the cart.
Mr Joliffe signalled to the horse to move, and the cart started lumbering away. Trevor sat with one arm waving to those left behind, and especially at Harry. In the other hand He held tightly Harry's precious Spitfire. He know just how much it must have cost Harry to have parted with it. The waving continued until the cart eventually lumbered out of sight. There were tears in several pairs of eyes.
Footnote:-
- A part of English weather lore is that if patches of snow remain when the thaw sets in it is waiting to be collected by a fresh heavy fall. It is surprising how often this is proved accurate.
A personal memory is that I had a wooden jigsaw of Brasenose College, Oxford. I remember 'doing' it many times during the war years.