Two Jubilees and a Spitfire

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Two Jubilees and a Spitfire.

Resume:- The time is December 1943. Trevor is a small boy growing up in the East End war time London. His father was killed in the blitz. He has been sexually and physically abused by a boy friend of his mother's. He is beginning to run wild and get into trouble. He has become what would later be called a rent boy. He has been told to prepare himself for a special client.

Part 5.

On the next Saturday morning, as soon as his mother had left the house for work, and the current uncle had gone out, Trevor boiled a kettle, and gave himself an all-over wash. Bath nights had become increasingly irregular in the Russell home since Frank's death. He went up stairs and found himself some clean clothes. They were cheap, worn, and very thread bare. As he set off from his home the formidable Mrs Cussins caught sight of him.

"And where are you off to, young man?" she asked.

"Somewhere special," he replied, giving her a cheeky grin. He moved on quickly.

When he got to the cellar Bill was there. He looked Trevor over, and inspected behind his ears. "Good lad. You smells of life buoy soap. Fred'll take you. It's a bus ride this time. Leytonstone. Remember how to find your way 'ome. If I'm not around when you get back, I'll be 'ere tomorrow morning. Remember if you get asked to this guy again, I'll give you double pay for vis time. Got it?"

It was a foggy morning with visibility twenty or so yards. The bus was the usual double decker, but one of the older models with the stairs up to the top deck being open at the back of the bus. Trevor nipped on to the bus and went up to the top deck. He went right to the front, with Fred muttering in complaint behind. The bus made its way to Leytonstone.

Fred put is hand on Trevor's thigh. "You knows I still want you. I promise not to 'urt you if you give me another chance."

Trevor pushed Fred's hand away. "Wot this guy I'm going to like?" asked Trevor changing the subject.

"Don't know. Bill met 'im in a pub over this way a week or so ago. Bill just said 'e might be a little gold mine. So you've got to do your stuff."

They eventually arrived at Leytonstone High Street, and they got off the bus.

"Remember the way. Cos you'll be on your tod when coming 'ome," ordered Fred.

They made their way down a couple of roads. It was a very different neighbourhood to Limehouse. The houses were still in long terraces, but they were larger. They all had small front gardens, something unknown where Trevor lived. Every house had a low wall on to the pavement, each wall had had iron railings before the war. But the railings had been taken away as part of the war effort. Behind the wall of almost every house was a privet hedge, some looked more cared for than others. There was a short path of a few feet from the gap in the wall, where the iron gate had stood, to the front door. The front door was set slightly back so there was a small porch. Each house had a window to one side, but they were bay windows jutting out slightly into the front garden. Many of the windows looked as though they had been blown out at some stage, but they had now been replaced. They were like all the other windows in the streets, patterned with lengths of the brown sticky paper. The door had two small stained glass windows in it.

They stopped at number 37, Chelmsford Street, and turned in. Fred knocked at the door. They heard footsteps approaching and the door opened.

The man who opened the door was about six feet tall. His skin was very pale. He was thin, with a mass of wavy black hair. Trevor was no judge of age, but he noticed that the man could not be very old as there was no sign of grey in the man's hair. His main features were a large hooked nose, and bright brown eyes. He also had on glasses, over which he peered at Fred and Trevor. He looked at them both, and especially at Trevor.

"Come in" He opened the door wider, and Fred and Trevor stepped in.

Trevor was surprised to find himself in a narrow hall way, and not in the front room. Straight ahead of him was a flight of stairs, and two doors close together on the left at the foot of the stairs.

"Vis is the boy you wanted, as arranged wiv Bill. Will 'e do?" asked Fred.

The man nodded, and reaching into his trouser pocket, pulled out an envelope, which he handed to Fred.

Fred tore it open and looked inside. "That's fine. See you later then, Trev."

Fred turned and the man opened the door. Fred left and the door closed.

"So you're called, Trev, or should it be Trevor?"

"Me proper name is Trevor, but a lot of people just call me Trev," replied Trevor, rather nervously.

"Go in through that second door," directed the man.

The door was slightly ajar, and Trevor pushed it open and went in. He found himself in a small room. There was a table, and a couple of upright chairs against one wall. There was a small fire burning in the grate, making the room pleasantly warm after the damp cold of outside. There were a couple of comfortable arm chairs either side of the fire. Trevor looked around. He noticed the radio on a small shelf. But what surprised him was that the alcoves either side of the fireplace were full of shelves, and laden with books. Trevor had never seen so many books. There were more than they had at his school. The Russell home possessed a couple of paperback westerns that had belonged to his father, and somewhere a copy of the Bible that had been given to his parents as a wedding present by some more religious relative.

"Would you like a drink? I can't offer you much. I've got some tizer, or there's tea."

"I'd like some tizer,....please," said Trevor, remembering something of the manners that had been drilled into him by his father.

The man went through a further door, that led into the scullery.

Trevor continued to look around. There was a copy of the Times open on the table. The open page revealed a map. Trevor was drawn to it, and bent over to look at the map. He didn't hear the man come back into the room.

The man stood and watched for a moment. "Interested in maps, are you?"

Trevor felt guilty at being found out looking at the paper, he sprang back from the table.

"That's alright. Of what is the map?"

"Part of Italy," answered Trevor.

The man stepped forward, adjusted his glasses so he could read through them,

and looked down at the map.

Trevor stepped forward and they stood along side each other.

"I think the Eighth Army is getting slowed down there on the River Sangro. The winter rains have started. Difficulty country at the goodest of times."

"There's Rome. That's the capital of Italy," said Trevor pointed at the map.

"That's right," said the man. "Let me show you something." He went over to the shelves and brought over to the table a large book. He laid it on the table, and opened it. It was an atlas.

"Cor, a book of maps." said Trevor. There was a note of wonder in his voice.

"You not seen one of these before?"

"No."

"Have a good look."

"What do the different colours mean?"

"It is a map showing the mountains, and the depth of the seas. The green parts are lowlands, the light brown the hills, darker brown are the mountains. The white bits are very high mountains."

"Cor!" Trevor went to turn over a page, and then realised what he was doing. "Can I?"

"You may." The man brought two of the chairs together and they sat side by side. Trevor asked questions about the maps, and the places they showed. They talked for some time. The man then put an arm round Trevor's shoulder.

Trevor's next move was completely subconscious. Probably some instinctive memory of his father was at work. He snuggled closer to the man.

The man began to stroke his back. "You like that?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," replied Trevor and turned to look at the man.

"You do not have to call me Sir. I not am your schoolmaster. Call me Isaac. That's my name."

"Okay then, Isaac," said Trevor with a cheeky grin.

Isaac continued to look at Trevor, and gently rubbed his shoulder.

Trevor reached round and put his arm round Isaac's waist, as far as it would go.

Isaac then ruffled Trevor's hair. This time the memory of his father was conscious. Isaac slowly leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Trevor's forehead.

Trevor's immediate reaction was to pull away. No client had ever kissed him. Kissing was something from Trevor's younger days. His parents used to kiss him when he was younger. But his mother was now pre-occupied with work, and her men, and so had little time for Trevor, and certainly no time or place for expression of affection.

"You pull away. You do not like?"

"My Dad used to kiss me."

"Used to, but not now because you are a big boy."

"No, my Dad was killed in the blitz."

"I'm sorry, Trevor. Sorry I asked."

"That's all right. I loved my Dad."

"Your Mum?"

"She doesn't kiss me now. Things changed when Dad was killed. She is out at work a lot, and she has her men."

"Men?"

"Yea. I 'ave to call 'em uncles. I 'ear them cattle trucking [CRS] with my Mum at night."

"Cattle trucking? Means what?"

"Fucking." said Trevor bluntly.

Isaac began to finger Trevor's ear lobe. "Life's difficult at home?"

"Mum don't care what I do. Earning money this way is better than nicking things. More interesting."

"But you don't like kissing?

"It ain't quite that. I'm just not bloody used to it."

"But you like a cuddle?"

"Yea. You can kiss me if you like."

"I would like, but I would like you to like also."

Trevor nodded.

Isaac bent forward again and kissed Trevor on his lips.

Trevor responded. He put his arms round Isaac's neck and kissed him back. But physically it was all rather awkward as they were sitting side by side on upright chairs at the table.

"Let's sit in one of those more comfortable chairs." They got up from the table.

"We have been so busy looking at maps and talking we have not even drinked our drinks."

Though Trevor's tizer was flat, and Isaac's coffee cold, they drank. Drinks whether flat or cold were not wasted in restricted and rationed England in late 1943.

Isaac sat in one of the easy chairs, and pulled Trevor on to his lap, and put one arm round the boy's back.

"I used to sit like this with my Dad."

"You don't mind?"

Trevor shook his head.

The two of them looked at each other closely. Trevor saw a man in his mid thirties, with black wavy hair. The face was thin, and there was a rivalry between the warm brown eyes and the large hooked nose as to which was the dominant feature. Isaac saw a boy with thick unruly brown hair, and brown eyes.

Isaac pushed his face forward and kissed Trevor again. Trevor moved an arm so it was round Isaac's neck again. He responded with a kiss.

Isaac began to play with Trevor's lips with his tongue, seeking entrance. Trevor wondered what Isaac was trying to do. Trevor loosened his lips and felt Isaac's tongue explore. He liked the feeling and opened his mouth. Then he realised he could do the same to Isaac. The sensations that were produced aroused him.

"My Brighton Rock [CRS] is starting to get an 'ard on." said Trevor.

"Brighton Rock?" queried Isaac, again mystified at the cockney rhyming slang.

"My cock."

"So is mine," announced Isaac.

Trevor wriggled his bum into Isaac's crotch. "I can feel it now."

They continued to kiss, but Isaac now put a hand on Trevor's knee. Trevor was still wearing short trousers. Isaac's hand felt warm. It began to stroke the lower part of Trevor's thigh. Trevor opened his legs slightly to give Isaac easier access.

Isaac moved his hand up, and felt up the leg of the short trousers. His fingers could only reach Trevor's perineum, because of the tightness of the trousers.

"Shall I take them off?"

"Let me help," said Isaac.

Then with the one hand of Trevor's and the one free hand of Isaac's, Trevor's belt and fly buttons were undone. With a lot of wriggling and a certain amount of giggling from them both the trousers were worked down to Trevor's ankles. Isaac undid Trevor's shoe laces and taking his shoes off removed the boys socks and trousers completely.

Isaac looked down at Trevor's hardened penis. Hard, most of the head was revealed sticking out of the foreskin. "You are beautiful, Trevor. A beautiful boy."

"No one 'as said that to me before."

"But it's true."

Then to Trevor's complete amazement Isaac shuffled around, so he could put his face down into Trevor's crotch. Trevor suddenly felt his cock enveloped in a warm, soft mouth. He had longed to be sucked. He had hoped that Len,

just a year or so older than he was, would do it. But the rule, 'young uns suck, and old uns fuck', seemed to be a law of the Medes and Persians. He moaned with pleasure. Isaac began to apply his mouth.

"You don't 'ave to that, Isaac?"

"I know; but I want to. I like doing it."

Waves of physical pleasure swept through Trevor's body. Isaac knew that the boy was enjoying it, so he continued for quite a while. Eventually he stopped and looked up at Trevor.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes." He flung his arms round Isaac's neck, and give him a kiss. There followed another bout of kissing.

"I can feel your cock. I want to see it."

"I think you had better off my lap get then." said Isaac with a grin.

Trevor stood up. He was clad only in his shirt.

"Want another drink?" asked Isaac.

"Yea, but I need a gypsy's first."

"Gypsy's, what on earth is that?"

"Gypsy's kiss - a piss," laughed Trevor, reaching up and giving Isaac a kiss.

"This way." Isaac led the way through the scullery and opened a door that led into a bathroom. Trevor followed him.

Trevor, with his deprived upbringing, had never before encountered an indoor toilet and a proper bathroom. In Limehouse it was across the small yard, in Somerset it had been in the small privy hut at the end of the garden, and at school it was dank and smelly in the school playground. While Trevor pissed, Isaac prepared the drinks. Another glass of tizer for Trevor, and a cup of Camp coffee for himself.

They went back into the other room to drink.

"You've got a lot of books."

"Yes, I like reading."

"Stories?"

"Sometimes, but I read about all sorts of things. Do you like reading?"

"No!"

"That's a very definite answer. Why do you not like to read?"

" 'Ave to do it at school."

"A lot of pleasure I get from reading."

Their drinks were now finished, the glass and the cup were put down.

"Now I want to see vat cock of yours which I have been feeling through your trousers," said Trevor.

Isaac undid his fly buttons, and pulled out his limp cock.

"What's wrong with it?" exclaimed Trevor.

"Nothing, why?"

"It ain't got no skin over the cap!"

"No. I have been circumcised."

"Wot's that?"

"When I was a small baby a few days old, a man cut the skin that I had, and you have, that comes up over the top of your cock. That is called the foreskin."

"Why did he cut it off?"

"Because I am a Jew. All Jewish baby boys are circumcised. Haven't you seen one before. Go on touch it; hold it."

Trevor reached out and held the limp cock in his hand. It was not limp for long. It soon straightened and hardened.

"It's like any other one when it's 'ard," said Trevor.

Isaac laughed, "Yes. Many men who are not Jews are circumcised. Many Englishmen. I am surprised that you haven't seen one before. Muslim men are circumcised and quite a lot of Africans.

"I vink its nice." Trevor knelt down and began to lick and suck at Isaac.

"You do it well, Trevor. It is a long long while since anyone did that to me."

" 'Ow long?"

"About ten years."

"Cor, blimey, that's a long fucking time."

"No, it's been a non fucking time."

Trevor let Isaac's cock slip from his mouth as he looked up at the man with a puzzled expression on his face as he worked out exactly what had been meant. When the penny dropped, he laughed, and got back into action. He began to use his hands to feel Isaac's buttocks. Then he loosed the belt and got the trousers and pants down.

Isaac held up his shirt tails so he could watch the boy pleasure him. With his hand he began to lightly fondle the top of Trevor's head, and his ears.

"You taste good, Isaac," said Trevor breaking off for a moment.

"I am glad you like it."

Bill had thought from that very first time with Trevor that the boy was a natural.. Trevor used that gift as he pleasured Isaac, but it was the man who eventually broke it off.

"I don't want to shoot my sperm too soon. Let's have another cuddle."

"And let's take our dicky dirts off," said Trevor, taking his shirt off.

Now completely naked they sat in the easy chair, warmed by the small fire. Trevor again sat on Isaac's lap. They felt at ease with each other. There was further kissing.

"You're a lovely lad, Trevor. You're the best birthday present have ever had."

"Birthday present?"

"Yes. There is no one me to give a birthday present. So I decided to give to myself one. I met Bill in a certain pub three weeks ago. We talked. He told me about this business of his. So I asked him to send along his best boy, and here you are. I could not have wished for better."

Trevor kissed Isaac. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that circumscribed cock up me."

"Circumcised, not circumscribed. They are two different words."

"You knows what I mean!"

"Yes. I know that. And I'd like to. How do you suggest?" Isaac smiled, not because he had never done this before, but because it had been a long time before, and to his amusement Trevor did seem to be the expert.

"I've got an idea. Sit with your bum well forward on the edge of the chair."

Isaac sat as instructed, and leant back in the chair. Trevor went and got the vital small jar of cream He prepared himself, and then Isaac.

Trevor climbed on, with a knee each side of Isaac, and his bottom over Isaac's cock. He reached round behind and held Isaac's cock upright. He looked into Isaac's eyes, they grinned at each other. Trevor lowered himself so that the cock touched his anus. He slowly lowered himself.

"Trevor, that was wonderful."

Trevor sat impaled, but comfortable. "It feels good to me too." He leant forward and kissed Isaac. Arms entwined, as they continued to kiss.

Their love making was prolonged. Neither wanted to hasten the climax, which both knew would probably mean the end of their love making. Hands played with nipples, and ears. Kisses were exchanged. Isaac fondled Trevor's cock and balls. Trevor wriggled around so that he could feel every part of the man deep within, but the enjoyment of that was not his alone. Words of endearment were uttered by Isaac.

It was only when Trevor began to feel the first twinge of cramp in one of his legs that he realised that he must start bringing things to their natural climax. He began to move up and down on Isaac's hard cock. They both groaned with pleasure, between smiles exchanged between them. Trevor saw Isaac close his eyes. The white skinned chest blushed a slight pink, and his breathing deepened. Trevor increased the rapidity of his movements.

Then with a great gasp from Isaac Trevor felt the hot spunk gush in great pulsing jets into the core of his body. He had pleasured his man. He continued to watch as Isaac's colour and breathing returned to normal.

Isaac opened his eyes. "Trevor, that was wonderful."

They kissed. Isaac's cock grew slack, and with an almost audible pop slipped out of the boy. They laughed. They readjusted their position but continued to cuddle and kiss for a long while.

Eventually Trevor got off.

"Would you like something to eat?"

"Yea, please."

"We'd better put some clothes back on."

They dressed. Isaac went into the scullery to prepare some food.

Trevor came out and joined him. He put his arm round the man. "Can I look at that book of maps?"

"You can and you may," replied Isaac, bending slightly to give the boy a kiss.

Trevor skipped back into the other room to look at the atlas, while Isaac prepared a meagre meal of baked beans on toast. [Tins of baked beans were rationed].

They ate in almost silence. Both knew that soon Trevor would have to go home.

It was still foggy when Trevor got ready to depart, and the short winter's day was fast drawing to a close.

"I'll come with you to the bus stop," offered Isaac.

Before they left the house, in the hall way, they stood and kissed. They pulled their coats close around themselves, they walked to the bus stop. As the bus drew up at the bus stop, Isaac ruffled Trevor's hair. "Thanks Trevor, for being such a good birthday present."

Trevor climbed onto the bus and went up the outside stairs to the upper deck. Before going inside he turned and waved down to Isaac. The bus drew away, and soon the fog swept back between them.

When Fred had delivered Trevor to Isaac, he made his way straight back to Bill's.

"That guy you sent Trevor to, is he a four by two?" [CRS- Jew] asked Fred.

"I vink so. Anyway he's got more money than our usual customer. He can afford to pay more, so it'll be more for us." He winked at Fred.

Isaac walked slowly and thoughtfully home. He unlocked the door and went in. The place seemed empty. He went through and washed up the things from the meal. The place seemed joyless, in a way it had never felt before. He put the atlas away and felt sad doing it. He got out a book, and tried to read. He turned on the wireless, but there was nothing on either the Home or Forces programmes that he wanted to listen to. He felt more alone than he had felt for a long while. Trevor was the first person to enter his house who had brought something positive into his life. He sat and buried his head in hands. Trevor had come expensive, even to the more prosperous Isaac. Bill had calculated shrewdly when it came to naming his fee. Isaac reckoned it would be several weeks before he could afford to ask for Trevor again.

It was a thoughtful Trevor who sat on the top of that bus from Leytonstone back to Limehouse. He realised that his time with Isaac had been totally different from any other man he had visited. He had enjoyed it in a different way. He had enjoyed looking at the book of maps with Isaac. He had enjoyed talking with him. They had laughed together. He had enjoyed the closeness, the kisses and the cuddles. He had certainly enjoyed the minutes of deepest intimacy. But it was different. The sex was important, very important to what he was feeling; but yet, he was feeling something more.

He got off the bus and made his way home.

"Oh there you are," said Amy Russell. "Where 'ave you been?"

"Out and about"

"I hope you 'aven't been getting up to no good. I don't want some bloody Bobby [policeman] round 'ere after you."

"No Mum. Anything to eat Mum?"

"There's some bread and cheese, but don't eat it all, it has got to last until Thursday. Your bloody legs seem 'ollow vese days."

As soon as he had eaten Trevor made his way up to his bedroom. There was no heating there, it was a cold damp day, so he undressed and got into his cold bed. He shivered several times before he began to feel warm. He lay on his back and continued to think.

He began to work it out. First all he realised that there were some similarities between Isaac and Harry down in Somerset. There was the difference of age. Isaac was a man who liked books, Harry was a farm boy and made wooden airoplanes, but in some ways they both had treated him the same. He had got that far when he dropped off to sleep.

Next time he gave the matter some further thought he got little further. There were also similarities between the way his Father had treated him and Isaac. It was obvious more than the sex side of things. Eventually he came to work it out that Isaac cared for him in a way that Bill, the other clients, and even Len did not. His heart felt strangely warmed when he thought over his time with Isaac.

Trevor did go round to Bill's the next day for his money.

" 'Ere you are lad," said Bill handing Trevor a halfcrown piece. This was a tanner [6d] more than usual. "And remember there'll be a further half crown if the guy asks for you again." Trevor was never to collect the extra money.