Two Jubilees and a Spitfire

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My thanks to John and Michael who have read this through and made a number of corrections and suggestions. Any remaining errors , grammatical, spelling or historical or whatever are entirely my fault. Thank also to Charles for help with the German words, reputable and otherwise!

I continue to attempt to convey Trevor's Cockney accent, and use Cockney Rhyming Slang [CRS]

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Two Jubilees and a Spitfire. Part 6

Resume:- Trevor is a lad living in bomb damaged East End of London in 1943.

After being sexually and physically abused, he became a boy prostitute. His pimp sent him to someone different, called Isaac.

Part 6. Isaac Revisited.

Trevor only went to Bill's twice in the week following the visit to Isaac. On one of those visits he went out to give a man a blow job, as it was later called, in a bomb damaged building. He earned one shilling and sixpence for that. The other time he met up with Len, and as was usual they went back to Len's place. Trevor did not tell Len about the visit to Leytonstone. They had shared in full detail all their other jobs. It was only later that he worked out why he did not share information about the visit with Len. But a plan was forming in Trevor's mind. Because he began to wish to avoid seeing Bill, he went to school rather more than usual in that week.

When the Saturday morning came Trevor got up early. When his mother went out, and the current uncle soon followed, Trevor again gave himself that all over wash, and put on the clothes that he had worn the week before. Again there was the bus journey to Leytonstone. The weather this Saturday was bitterly cold. There was no fog, but in its place squalls of sleety rain. One of the heaviest of these came as Trevor made his way from the bus stop to Isaac's house. He was soon very wet. He turned in up the short path to the front door. He had not rehearsed what he was going to say, he just wanted to see Isaac again. He knocked on the door.

There was no answer. He knocked again, even harder.

There was still no answer.

He decided to wait. He stood in the porch. There was some shelter from the rain, but none from the bitter wind which seemed to find its way into every corner of the porch. He thought that Isaac would not have gone far. He kept looking out, and going down on to the pavement, so that he could look up and down the street. He got colder and colder. He had no watch to measure the passage of time. He did not want to give up and go back to Limehouse.

He began to shiver. When Isaac did return he found one small eleven year old boy shaking with the damp and cold trying to find some shelter in the porch.

Isaac did not recognise Trevor at first. "What do you want?" Then he realised who it was, "Trevor, what are you doing here? I did not ask Bill..." Isaac unlocked the door. "Come on in, boy."

They went in. Isaac put out a hand onto Trevor's head. "You are frozen, and wet!"

Trevor continued to shiver and his teeth rattled with the cold.

"Follow me," ordered Isaac, and led the way upstairs.

He led the way into the front bedroom. "Now get those clothes off. All of them."

Isaac got out a towel and gave Trevor a vigorous rub down. "Now get into bed, and try to get warm. I will go down and get you a hot drink." Before going downstairs, Isaac gave Trevor a quick kiss. "It is good to see you again."

Isaac picked up Trevor's wet clothes and went down stairs. He lit the fire,

and hung the clothes around where he thought they would dry. He noted how thin, worn and cheap they were. He went through into the scullery to make a couple of hot drinks.

Trevor got into the bed. The sheets felt very cold. He continued to shake with the cold.

Very soon Isaac came upstairs, carrying two large steaming cups. One was full of cocoa for Trevor, and the other of coffee for himself.

Trevor sat up in the bed, and Isaac got a dressing gown and put it round the lad's shoulders. Trevor clasped the hot cup to warm his hands.

"I think you need the Abishag treatment," said Isaac.

"Wot's that?"

"When King David was old he could not get warm, even in bed. So they got a young lady of great beauty, called Abishag, to come and get in bed with him to warm him up. I am not young. I am not a lady, and I am certainly not beautiful, but I think I may be able to warm you up." Isaac undid his tie,

and started to undress.

When he had folded his clothes, and was totally naked he slipped into the bed and sat alongside Trevor holding his cup of coffee. They swallowed their drinks.

"Now for the Abishag treatment," said Isaac wriggling down into the bed. "You are cold, Trevor. Lie on top of me, and I will try to warm you up."

Trevor climbed onto Isaac, and lay on him.

Isaac put his arms round the boy, and hugged him close. He rubbed his back and buttocks. Slowly Trevor began to warm.

"Good to see you, Trevor. But why? I did not ask Bill to send you. I wanted to, but I cannot afford to have you every week."

"Bill doesn't know I'm 'ere. I liked it wiv you last Saturday, I wanted to see you again. So I just came."

"And nearly froze to death. Still I am pleased to see you." He gave Trevor another kiss. Trevor returned the kiss.

"When I came back here after seeing you onto the bus last week, the house seemed so quiet. I have never felt so alone. I liked talking to you, and laughing with you, as well as what else we did."

"Same 'ere. I thought you was different. You some'ow liked me."

"Yes. I like you. A lovely lad I think you are. I could love you." Isaac hugged Trevor close and gave him a kiss.

Trevor raised his head so that he could look down on Isaac, and laughed. "I can feel you cock getting 'ard." He wriggled so he could feel it more.

"I think my stick of rock, is that the word? I think my stick of rock likes being next to yours. And, young man, yours is getting hard too." He gave Trevor a tickle. Now Trevor was ticklish, he started giggling and squirming around on top of Isaac. He tried to tickle Isaac in return. Soon they were both laughing, and wrestling around together. That warmed them both up. They stopped when their faces came together, and they began to kiss. Isaac's hand began to roam all over Trevor. He felt his buttocks, the crevice between.

"I like you feeling my Khyber." [CRS]

"Khyber?" asked Isaac.

"Khyber Pass - arse."

"You and your rhyming slang." They had another wrestle.

"Did you really miss me?"

"Yes, young man, I did. I am glad you came today. Better it is than last week's birthday present."

"Better? And we ain't done nothing yet."

"Better, because you came because you wanted to, not because you were told to, or ordered to. Or just to earn some money."

Trevor lay back and looked round the room. "Yea. I like it 'ere. I like being wiv you."

"And I want to suck your wonderful cock again."

"Do you?" Trevor pushed down the bedclothes so he could look at himself. "Do you vink I've got any bigger since last week."

"I don't think so."

"When will I start getting hairs. Do I 'ave to get a lot before I can make spunk?"

"If I remember about myself. I continued to gain more hairs all over, until a long time after I made spunk."

"I wonder if I'll get any on my chest?"

"If I remember correctly they started coming on me a bit later. And now, young man, I want to get on with sucking that lovely cock of yours, that you are flashing around in front of me." Isaac wriggled down the bed, and with Trevor lying on his side, he got his mouth in position. Isaac's lips, mouth, tongue and fingers soon got Trevor making appreciative sounds.

"Oh, yea, I like vat.....I didn't know it felt so good....That's nice."

For the best part of three quarters of an hour Isaac continued to give pleasure to Trevor. That a man like Isaac was happy to have him just lie back and do nothing only receive something he totally enjoyed was something completely new for Trevor.

Isaac kissed and nibbled his way back up over Trevor's stomach and chest. Then face to face they exchanged kisses.

Trevor sat up in bed. "I need a gypsy's," he announced.

"You know where the bathroom is."

"Do I 'ave to get dressed?"

"No. But you might get cold."

Trevor leapt out of bed, and ran through the doorway, giving Isaac a glimpse of youthful buttocks and a bouncing cock. It did not take long before Isaac heard bare feet running upstairs and into the bedroom. He dived into bed.

"You're cold," said Isaac, and they had a warming up cuddle.

Then Trevor spoke. "Isaac?"

"Yes."

"When I went down stairs, there was a book open on the table. I looked to see if it was the map book, it wasn't, it was written with funny letters and not in English."

"No. It is a German book."

"Are you a German spy?" said Trevor in horror pulling away.

Isaac grabbed at Trevor, and pulled him back, and held him close. "No. I told you last week that I am a Jew. I was born in Austria, in Vienna. The German Nazis are doing terrible things to the Jews. I am afraid for my family."

"You've got family in Germany?"

"Yes. In Austria. I hope they are still there. When I heard from them last, in August 1939, two of my grandparents were still alive, I have a father and mother, four brothers and three sisters. And a lot of nephews and nieces."

"Why did you leave vem?"

"I read Hitler's book, Mein Kampf. I knew he had it in for the Jews. If he didn't get me for being a Jew, I thought he would get me for loving men rather than women, and if he did not get me for that they would get me because when I was at University in Vienna I had a number of Communist friends."

"Why didn't all the Jews leave?"

"It was not as easy as that. I tried to persuade my family. 'No', they said. 'There are too many Jews in Vienna for them to do anything against us. There are Jewish doctors, Jewish lawyers, Jewish bankers, Jewish professors, there are Jewish everything. They need us, more than we need them'. When Hitler sent his army into Austria, the Jewish doctors were ordered only to practice with Jews, Jewish professors were dismissed, Jewish lawyers were forbidden to practice. They did not need us, we needed them." Isaac was silent as he remembered his family and wondered how they all were.

"Did you go to school in Vienna?"

"Yes. I was once a boy like you. I went to school. I learnt to read and write. I did well. I went to University."

"Wot's that."

Isaac explained.

Trevor's attention began to wander, so he decided to investigate Isaac's cock more closely. He wriggled down the bed, and caught hold of Isaac's flaccid cock. It immediately began to show life. Trevor watched as it hardened and straightened. He held the base in his hand. His fingers could not completely encircle it. It was topped by a large mushroom shaped helmet. He lowered his hand so he cupped Isaac's testicles. "You've got bloody big balls."

"You think so?"

"How long do you vink your Brighton [CRS Brighton Rock -cock] is?"

"About seven inches. You want to measure it?"

"Yea," said Trevor sitting up and giving Isaac an impish grin.

"Hold on then, while I get a ruler." Isaac got out of bed and went into another room. He was soon back with a twelve inch ruler. He handed the ruler to Trevor and lay back on the bed, with his cock sticking up.

Trevor made a great play of holding the cock and the ruler. "Three and a half inches!" he shouted.

"What? It's more than that."

Trevor giggled and measured again. "I got it wrong, its four inches."

"Come here. Let me do it." Isaac grabbed the ruler and measured properly. "Seven inches, and thick too...I'll give you three and a half inches." He started tickling Trevor who squirmed around trying to escape. Both were laughing. The horse play went on for quite a while, until Isaac got his mouth to Trevor's penis. Though it was only slightly hard, he got it in his mouth and began to suck.

Trevor immediately stopped struggling and moaned with enjoyment. "Isaac, I love that. I wish you could do it all day."

"So do I, lovely boy."

"I've got an idea!" Trevor moved from under Isaac and positioned himself so his cock was dangling above Isaac's mouth, and Isaac's cock was sticking up at his face. He lowered his mouth onto Isaac's cock. At first he just put the head in his mouth. He ran his lips over the head, enjoying the feel of its smooth skin. With one hand he cupped Isaac's balls, and with the other he felt round under Isaac's thigh and began to stroke the man's perineum, and the sensitive rose bud of his opening. He heard an appreciative moan from Isaac.

Meanwhile Isaac pulled Trevor a little closer and let the hanging cock into his mouth. He played with the foreskin as it shrank back off the head as the boy's penis hardened. Trevor's cock may not have been very long, but that meant that all of it went easily into Isaac's mouth. With his hands he stroked the boy's smooth buttocks. He worked his way down into what Trevor called the Khyber, and felt the puckered opening. Very gently he worked his finger in. He too heard appreciative noises from Trevor.

They did that for a long while. Then they broke, and they lay side by side, arms round each other.

Isaac whispered in Trevor's ear. "I want to put my Brighton up your Khyber."

Trevor laughed at Isaac's use of the rhyming slang. "Good," he said, and planted a kiss on Isaac's nose. He jumped out of bed and found the little jar of cream that Bill had given him. He prepared himself, while Isaac lay back and watched.

"I love watching you, Trevor. You've got a beautiful young body."

Trevor grinned and got back on the bed, and began to prepare Isaac's cock. Then he grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath him so his buttocks were sticking in the air.

Isaac moved into position. "You've got a lovely bottom." He gently kissed and stroked it. Then he positioned his cock and began to press down and in. Trevor wriggled a couple of times to help the penetration, and then the piston of Isaac's cock slipped smoothly in. Isaac kept most of his weight on his legs and arms, but made sure there was as much contact with Trevor without being too heavy on top of him. He kissed Trevor's neck and nibbled at his ear lobes.

"You do it lovely," said Trevor.

"It feels good to me, and doubly good if it feels good to you too."

Then Isaac began to work his penile piston. It was not long before he felt his climax approach. He continued and with a groan of ecstasy, his large cock pulsed and he felt the jets of hot sperm shoot out into the bowels of the boy beneath him beneath him.

Trevor felt the approaching climax, and the cock shoot its vital load deep within him.

Slowly Isaac's cock contracted. Trevor made the necessary movement and the limp cock slipped out. Isaac rolled off Trevor, and they lay side by side,

face to face.

"Why does it feel different with you?" asked Trevor.

"In what way?"

"I've 'ad Fred up there, and that bloody well 'urt."

"He forced himself on you."

"I've 'ad Bill, I 've 'ad Len, both a number of times. There's other geysers I've 'ad, but wiv you its different."

"Think about it for a moment. The answer might be important."

"I enjoy it with vem; well, all except that bastard Fred."

"So money's not involved," said Isaac.

"No. I ain't going to be paid nothing for this. Why is it different then?

Do you know?"

"I think so."

"Tell me, then."

"No, you've got to work it out for yourself."

Trevor pushed Isaac over onto his back, and sat on him, making sure his buttocks were pressing down on Isaac's cock.

"That feels nice, Trevor. Much as I'd like to, I don't think I can do it again so soon."

Trevor started tickling Isaac. "Tell me, I want to know."

"Listen, Trevor. Let's be serious for a moment. If I tell you what I think. You will take that answer and stop thinking for yourself. It is important that you think it out for yourself. I'll help you by asking questions, but I will not give you, what I think the answer is."

Trevor looked down into Isaac's face. He began to think.

"I feel when I'm wiv you something like when I was wiv 'Arry."

"The boy in Somerset?"

"Yeah." Trevor was thoughtful for a moment. "I felt sort of free wiv 'Arry.

Fred is a just a fucking bastard. Bill is good, 'E's' kind, kind in many ways, but 'e got me doing it so 'e could make money."

"He did it with you, so you could earn money for him?"

"I enjoyed it wiv 'im, but it were not like wiv you."

"And the other men?" asked Isaac.

"Vey paid their money and just wanted all ver pleasure for themselves. They didn't worry whether I liked it or not."

"But I paid money last week."

"Yea, but you was different somehow. I vink you wanted me to like it too."

"What about with Len. Don't you enjoy it with him?"

"Yea. I've learnt a lot about it from Len. But it's just sex wiv 'im."

"So it is money and sex with Bill, and the other men, and just sex with Len. But different with Harry and me?"

"I wanted to do lots and lots of times wiv 'Arry. And I want to do it lots and lots of times with you." Trevor's voice faded, as he wondered if he was saying too much.

Isaac rubbed his hands up and down Trevor's thighs as the boy knelt astride him, and looked up at him. "I think you're getting close."

"I liked 'Arry, and I like you, I don't know that I really like Bill or the men. I like Len a bit, but not as much as I liked 'Arry, or as I like you."

"Is that it then? You like me, and you feel I like you, in a way more than say, Len likes you, or you like Len."

Trevor nodded in agreement.

Isaac pushed Trevor off, and got it so that he was looking down at Trevor.

"I think you are right, Trevor. I do like you. I liked you after last week, and I like you even more this week. I am very happy that you like me too." He put his face down and kissed Trevor gently and meaningfully on the lips.

Trevor put his arms round Isaac, and hugged him close. "I like it 'ere, wiv you, Isaac."

They kissed briefly before Isaac pulled his face away. "I don't know about you, young man, but I am feeling hungry. Like some food?"

Trevor's eyes lit up even further. He nodded.

"Your clothes will still be damp. You will have to wear something of mine. I've lit the fire downstairs, and we can have something to eat."

They dressed, and went down stairs. The fire was burning well, and the damp clothes were hung where they were most likely to dry. Isaac went out into the scullery to prepare some food. It was bread and margarine and a tin of spam. Trevor came through into the scullery, and put his arm round Isaac.

"I do like it 'ere wiv you." They kissed.

"I like having you here," responded Isaac.

They ate their meal.

"Can we look at that map book?" asked Trevor.

"Of course." Isaac got the atlas and placed it on the table. They sat side by side, and close together. They worked through the book with Trevor asking a multitude of questions. He wanted to know where was deepest sea, the highest mountain, the longest river, the biggest desert, and the lowest point on the earth. For most of the time Isaac's arm was round Trevor's shoulder and Trevor's hand rested on Isaac's thigh. Isaac enjoyed being with the boy, and teaching him about the world. Trevor enjoyed having a grown up man to talk to. It reminded him of his father, and in a lesser way the good times with Mr Huckle in the newspaper shop.

It began to get dark that mid December Saturday. Nothing was said, but both knew that the time to part was getting close.

Eventually Trevor asked the question, "Can I come again next Saturday?"

"If you want to, of course you can."

"I'll come then."

"Don't come so early. Come after 12.00. I go to the synagogue, Saturday is my Sabbath."

"Wot's a synagogue?"

"A sort of Jewish Church."

Trevor nodded. "Next Saturday is a long while to wait."

"Not very long. How many days?"

Trevor thought and counted on his fingers, "Six whole days."

"How many hours are there in six whole days?"

"I dunno," said Trevor.

"Work it out."

" 'Ow?"

"In your head. How many hours in a day."

"Twel....twenty four," said Trevor.

"What are six twenty fours then?"

"I dunno." This was rather like school for Trevor.

"You need to work out six times twenty four. Do it stage by stage. How many are six times twenty."

Even that was too hard for Trevor.

"What are six times ten?"

"Sixty."

"Good. So what are six times twenty, which is double, or two times, sixty."

"One hundred and twenty?" The answer was given as a question, as Trevor was not certain.

"That's right. Now remember that for a moment. There are twenty four hours in a day, not just twenty. You have now to find out how many hours are four times six."

Trevor counted them up on the fingers of his hands. Eventually came the answer, "Twenty four"

"Correct. You need to learn your tables, young man. Now add the twenty four to the hundred and twenty."

He needed some help with that. "One hundred and forty four. But if you leave here at six o'clock there will be a further six hours for today. Which makes one hundred and fifty. And add to that twelve hours of next Saturday morning, that makes one hundred and sixty two. One hundred and sixty two hours, and a lot of those you'll be fast asleep." He ruffled Trevor's hair.

It was time for Trevor to go. Isaac gave them both ten minutes of hugs and kisses in the arm chair. Then Trevor changed into his own clothes. Isaac gave him the fare home, and walked with him to the bus stop.

"See you next week," shouted Trevor from the moving bus.

For the first time for many months Trevor put in a full attendance at school. He somehow thought that was something Isaac would want him to do. He also did not go to Bill's cellar.

The following Saturday morning was much like the previous week. Trevor was knocking on Isaac's front door at half past twelve. When the door opened he bounded in. They stood in the hall giving each other some kisses and hugs.

"Something to drink?"

"Yea, please?"

"Tizer or tea."

"Tizer please," Trevor said that with enthusiasm.

The fire was already lit, and the room was beginning to warm. When Isaac sat in the arm chair Trevor promptly came and sat on his lap.

"Good to see you again, Trevor." Isaac gave him a squeeze and a kiss.

"I told you, I like it 'ere."

"What sort of week? School?"

"Yes. I went every day!"

"Don't you usually go everyday?" asked Isaac.

"No. It's boring."

"It is important to learn as much as you can. If you learn a lot you can get a good job when you're grown up. An interesting job, and earn more money. What did you do at school? What are you doing in arithmetic?"

"Sums, you mean?"

"Yes."

"Multiplication. Big numbers."

"Can you do it?"

"No." Trevor hung his head, he did not like admitting this to Isaac.

"Would you like me to show you how. They are easy really."

Isaac produced some paper and a pencil, and they sat side by side at the table. They must have spent a good hour over Isaac teaching Trevor how to do long multiplication. Isaac soon realised he would have to teach the boy the multiplication tables. They then had something to eat and drink.

Trevor was rather afraid that they might continue with the arithmetic lesson, so he decided to change the subject. "You can speak German?"

"Yes. I mainly spoke German at home when I was a boy."

"Wot's the German for cock then?"

Isaac answered, "Der penis." It was the same word in both languages.

Trevor repeated the word. "Der penis."

"But that is the medical word doctor's would use. The word we have been using would be der schanz". A colloquial word like cock.

"Wot's the word for bum?"

"Der schwanz, which if the word doctors would use. The word we would use is der arschloch".

Trevor repeated both words several times. "Der schanz and der arschloch.

Isaac praised him. "You pronounce these German words well."

"I want your schanz up mein arschloch" said Trevor with a giggle.

Isaac laughed and said the sentence in German.

Trevor repeated it a couple of times.

"I was hoping you would be wanting to do that. Come on then," said Isaac.

They went upstairs. They undressed and got between the cold sheets. They got close to warm each other up. They kissed, arms clasped, cocks stiffened and met together. There was a lot of playfulness, with chuckles and laughter, as they did things to each other.

"Trev, I want to suck your lovely hard Brighton."

Trevor giggled at Isaac's use of rhyming slang. It did not come naturally to Isaac, and so amused Trevor.

"May I?" asked Isaac again.

"Of course, anytime. 'E loves being sucked by you."

Isaac got his face close to Trevor's crotch, and played with the boys penis for a while. Especially he delighted in moving the sheath of the foreskin up and down over the head of the boy's cock. It was something he could not do to himself, and in earlier happier times in Austria his enjoyments had always been with fellow Jews. Then he put the cock into his mouth, and played with it with his tongue. His fingers felt Trevor's balls and perineum, and a finger penetrated his crack. Trevor lay back and enjoyed it. From time to time the boy's hand ruffled Isaac's hair or stroked his cheeks or felt his ears.

"Now it's your turn to lie back, and let me do some sucking. If I can still get your monster in my mouth."

"You've managed it before, Trev. I do not think over the last week it has grown."

Isaac lay on his back with his head raised on a couple of pillows as he watched Trevor get to work.

Trevor nibbled with his lips, and touched with the tip of his tongue all over Isaac's cock and balls. Then he sucked.

"Do you still want my schanz up your arschloch?"

Trevor replied "I want your cock up my bum," in faultless colloquial German.

"Very good. But if you continue sucking I will shoot my sperm into your lovely mouth, and I will not have any left for your Khyber."

That made Trevor giggle again, so he stopped sucking.

"I want to ride you."

"Fine by me," replied Isaac.

Trevor did the required preparatory lubricating, and got astride Isaac.

"I like it this way. I like looking at you," said Trevor.

"I too like it. I can watch your face, and put my hands on your legs, and play with that cock of yours."

Trevor eased himself down onto Isaac's penis.

"I love you, Trevor," said Isaac quietly.

"I vink I love you too." Trevor lent forward to kiss Isaac.

Trevor sat on Isaac with a blanket and eiderdown draped round his shoulders,

and some of it was covering Isaac's chest. There was no heating in the bedroom and so it far was too cold to allow much naked flesh to be exposed to the air. Trevor used all his skill to prolong their union, and Isaac was in no hurry. They spent a large part of the afternoon intimately joined. Sometimes their bodies were moving, sometimes they talked.

Trevor continued his German lesson by asking the words for this and that in German. Then he started asking how do you say this or that. There was a lot of cheeky cockney mimicry in Trevor. When he repeated the sounds after Isaac he needed little correction.

Then Isaac started asking Trevor the words he had told him a few minutes before. He was surprised at how good Trevor's memory was. The lad was a fast learner when he was interested.

Then Trevor made a move too far.

"Hold on, Trev," cried Isaac. He pushed his cock as far up into Trevor as possible and the pressure mounted within him, before being released in great gushes of spunk that he felt pour out of the top of his cock.

Trevor looked down on him and grinned.

"The first time downstairs was good. The second time better, but this time best of all."

"Fourth time?"

"I hope so. You want to, Trev?"

Trevor nodded. "You bet! I said, 'I love you' and I like it 'ere."

"Even with arithmetic and German lessons?"

"But they're not like school."

Isaac's cock slipped out of Trevor. They lay side by side, enjoying the post coital closeness.

"It's beginning to get late, Trevor. You will soon have to go."

"Shame! Can I come again next week?"

"Next Saturday is Christmas Day. In the afternoon no buses. And I think you should be at home with your mother on that special day for you."

Trevor looked down cast. "The week after?"

"That will be New Years Day, there may be the same problem."

"Why can't I stay the night?"

Isaac's face lit up for a moment. "That would be good. But what would your mother say?"

"She wouldn't mind."

"Will you ask her? If she says yes, you can send me a letter. I will give you an envelope with my address and a stamp on it."

"I'll ask her."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

With one final prolonged kiss they got out of bed and dressed. They went back downstairs.

"A drink and something to eat?"

"Please," replied Trevor.

Isaac soon produced a glass of tizer for Trevor. "I managed to get these yesterday. I had to queue for half an hour at the bakers." On a plate were two fruit buns. There was little fruit in them, with food supplies being so tight.

They ate and drank. All too soon it was time for Trevor to go. As he was putting on his coat, Isaac produced a parcel wrapped in brown paper. "This is a Christmas present for you. And you must not open it until Christmas Day. Promise?"

Trevor's face lit up. He had had little in the way of either Christmas or birthday presents since his father's death. "Thanks, Isaac." He flung his arms round the man's neck and gave him several kisses.

When he released his hold Isaac gave him something else. "This is for you today." He handed him a comic. It was a copy of the Knockout.

There was a further expression of thanks, and a further hugs and kisses.

Then with a final exchange of kisses in the hall the two of them made their way to the bus stop. They had a long cold wait, both wanting to say a lot, yet both not knowing what to say. A bus came, and Trevor climbed on and went on top.

Isaac walked home with mixed feelings. On the one hand there was now a happiness in his life that had not been there for a long while. He wondered if he was foolish allowing this boy from the back streets of the East End of London to get to him in such a way. He knew the boy's squalid and poverty-stricken background was very different from the prosperous and cultured upbringing he had received back in Vienna. But Trevor was beginning to mean so much to him. There was a new meaning and purpose in his life. On the other hand the house seemed even colder and lonelier than ever before. Two weeks was a long time even for the philosophical Isaac to wait.

Trevor sat on the bus clasping his comic and the present. He felt it, and came to the conclusion that whatever it was was in a cardboard box.

Amy Russell was at home when Trevor arrived back. "Where 'ave you bloody well been?"

"I 'eve been wiv a friend."

"And wot's that you've got in your 'and?"

"A present, Mum."

"Who's been giving you bleeding presents then?"

"My friend."

"Tell me about this friend."

" 'Is name is Isaac. 'E lives in Leytonstone. 'E gave it to me."

" 'Ow old is this friend?"

"About thirty, or so."

"Ow did you meet 'im?"

"Through a friend."

"And you been to 'is 'ouse?"

"Yea three times. Once with the friend." It was an economy with the truth that Fred could be described as a friend. "Twice by myself."

"I 'ope he ain't wanting to do nasty vings to you like Fred did."

"Mum, would I let anyone do what Fred did?" said Trevor, putting a convincing note of outrage into his voice. He wanted to add, what Fred did can be done nicely, but he kept silent. "Isaac's got a book of maps, and 'e lets me look at it. 'E also 'elped me wiv some sums."

"You and your maps," said Amy, with a rare note of affection in her voice.

"I'd like to go and see 'im on New Year's Day, but there might not be any buses 'ome. Can I stay the night?"

Amy looked at Trevor, who looked back at her, a complete picture of brown eyed innocence.

"Alright then. As long as you don't let 'im do anything to you like Fred did."

"Mum! I won't let 'im do anything nasty like vat."

The next day Trevor wrote to Isaac. "Dear Izsack. Mum says I can stay the nite. Good. Love Trevor."

Isaac received the letter on Christmas Eve. He recognised his own writing on the envelope. His hand shook when he opened it, he knew just how much he wanted an affirmative answer. He pulled out the paper, and read it. With a sigh of relief, and a smile, he put the letter back in the envelope and put it safely away in an old shoe box in which he kept some mementoes of sentimental value.

Trevor kept his promise not to open the present until Christmas Day. When he went to bed on the evening before he placed the present at the foot of his bed. As soon as he woke, he got up and switched on the light. He got hold of the parcel and got back into bed. He undid the string, and ripped off the paper. Inside there were two books. One was an atlas. It was not as big as Isaac's but it was his own. He flicked through looking at the various maps. The other book he was not so sure about. It was Richmal Crompton's Just William. He was not sure because it demanded reading, and he did not like reading, it was too much like school work.

Trevor spent a large part of Christmas morning looking at the atlas. His mother asked about the present, and looked briefly at the books. " 'E must like you to give you presents like vat." was her only comment. In the afternoon he looked at the other book. It was about a schoolboy of his own age, though from a totally different social background, who got into all sorts of trouble. With a certain amount of difficulty Trevor managed to read the first story. It was the first time in his life that reading a book had given him any real pleasure.

On New Year's Day Trevor made his way again by bus over to Leytonstone. Isaac had got back a little earlier from the synagogue, and had changed out of his black suit into more informal clothes. He decided to go to the bus stop and meet Trevor.

Trevor bounced off the bus but in his enthusiasm did not see Isaac waiting for him. He was surprised to feel a hand on his shoulder and Isaac's voice,

"Guten tag, mein freund."

"Isaac. I can stay the night. Thank you for the books. I've looked at the atlas a lot I've read most of the other book. I've brought it wiv me."

This all poured out without a break for breath. They walked back to Isaac's house, though it would be more accurate to say that Trevor skipped along like a much younger child.

Once the front door was shut. Isaac picked Trevor up and held him close. They kissed. They made their way back through to the living room. There was a fire burning in the grate, and the room felt warm. Isaac got a cup of coffee for himself and the usual drink of tizer for Trevor. When Isaac sat in one of the arm chairs, Trevor promptly came and sat on his lap.

"I think you miss affection, Trevor."

"Wot do you mean?"

"I don't think you've had enough cuddles and hugs in your life."

They sat and talked. Trevor told Isaac about the William stories he had read. There were another two still to read. Then Isaac asked if Trevor remembered any of the German he had taught him two weeks before.

"Ask me some questions."

Isaac asked the German for various things. To Isaac's pleasure and surprise Trevor got most of them correct.

"Can you teach me some more," asked Trevor.

"If you wish."

"Do you know any other languages?"

"I know French."

"Can you teach me that?"

"Hold on a moment. You are keen."

"I like learning wiv you. It ain't like bleedin school at all."

They spent the whole of the afternoon talking. There were little acts of affection, the occasional kiss, the gentle squeeze, and the placing of a hand in an intimate place. But they were all the acts of two males completely at ease together. That afternoon marked a further stage in the development in their relationship. They both knew that they had an evening and a night ahead together, so they enjoyed each other in a non-sexual way.

They had a meal together, and then Isaac suggested that they play a game of cards. This gave him an opportunity to teach Trevor how to count in both German and French, and how to do some mental arithmetic. Trevor had seen men playing cards but had never played himself.

It was about eight o'clock when Isaac made his suggestion. "The water in the boiler is hot enough for a bath. Shall we have a bath together?"

"In your bath. Where the water runs out through a plug 'ole"

"Where else?"

"Okay then."

Isaac went upstairs to fetch his dressing gown, and an old jacket for Trevor. "This will have to do, to keep you warm when we go upstairs to bed."

"I'll run the water, and when I shout, you get undressed, and come and get into the bath. I'll follow you."

Isaac went through into the bathroom and soon there was the sound of running water. He called through to Trevor, who promptly stripped off and pranced through the kitchen into the bathroom.

"Get into the bath, and I'll join you."

Isaac disappeared to get undressed, but he too was soon back. Trevor was lying back in the bath. Most of his head was under the water. Isaac looked down, and admired the body he had come to know so well, and especially the limp penis flopping in the water. He stepped into the bath. Trevor moved to give him room. Isaac lowered himself into the water with his back to the taps.

The bathroom was unheated so the hot water of the bath had filled the room with steam. With their two bodies in the bath the water rose well above the level asked for in those days of austerity. Isaac took hold of the soap and began to wash Trevor's legs. When he came to the soles of his feet, he squirmed and giggled. Isaac started ticking even more. The soap slipped out of his hand, and landed back in the water that splashed him in the face. Soon they were both laughing. Trevor got a foot under Isaac's perineum, and wriggled his toes. Isaac reached forward and scooped up a handful of water into Trevor's face. All the time there was laughter, both enjoying to the full the watery horseplay.

They sank back exhausted. Both were happy. "I think we had better stop now, young man. Let's go through and dry ourselves in front of the fire." They climbed out of the bath and ran through to the warmer living room. Isaac grabbed Trevor's towel and dried him thoroughly. He kissed the various dried parts of the boy's body. It must be acknowledged that rather more kisses went to the lips, the cock, the balls, and the buttocks than to the soles of the feet. They were the final part Isaac dried, and he did kiss one of them, but that provoked another tickling and wrestling match between the two naked bodies on the floor in front of the fire.

Eventually they stopped.

"Bed?" said Isaac looking Trevor firmly in the eye.

Trevor nodded enthusiastically.

"You go up then. I think I had better clean up in the bathroom, and not leave it until the morning."

Isaac patted Trevor on his buttocks, and Trevor dodged out of the door, and ran upstairs. It did not take Isaac long to mop up all the wet on the bathroom floor, and to empty the bath and give it a clean. A quick wipe with a cloth removed the wet footprints on the tiled floor of the scullery. Isaac draped his dressing gown round his shoulders, and ran upstairs.

Trevor was in bed waiting for him. He got into the bed, and they snuggled down together. In all the many times they were together in Isaac's bed they usually found themselves in either of two positions. In both Isaac lay on his back. In one Trevor lay fully on Isaac. This was a position where it was easy for them to kiss. In the other position Trevor lay half on Isaac. One of Trevor's legs was between Isaac's, and his head rested on Isaac's shoulder. In this position Trevor tended to play with Isaac's cock, while Isaac stroked Trevor's buttocks. In both positions they could talk. In all their time together some of their most serious and important conversations were conducted in Isaac's bed.

That night, their first night together, they talked for nearly an hour.

"It will soon be time to get some sleep," said Isaac, "but first I want to have a good suck of your cock."

"You really like doing that, don't you?"

"Yes, young man, I really do."

They changed position so that Isaac give Trevor the pleasure that they both enjoyed. Lips kissed and gently nibbled, the tongue probed, and licked. The mouth received the fullness of Trevor's cock. The boy rolled around with pleasure.

" 'Ow do you want to shoot your spunk tonight. In me mouth, or up me bum?"

"I think in your mouth, if that's all right with you?"

"Corse it is."

Trevor sucked Isaac's to the best of his ability and skill, and he was good at it!

Isaac cried out, "Trevor! Trevor my love." One gave, and the other received the full load in a series of powerful gushes. Trevor swallowed and held Isaac's cock in his mouth as it grew limp.

"Thanks, Isaac."

"Thank you Trevor. I hope you have enjoyed today."

"I should say. I always like it 'ere wiv you."

They settled themselves to sleep. Trevor turned and lay with his back against Isaac's chest. The last things that Trevor felt that night were Isaac's arm over him, the hair on Isaac's chest against his back, and Isaac's flaccid cock against his buttocks. He wanted to be nowhere else. He was content in a way he had never been before.

Isaac soon sensed that the boy was asleep, but he lay awake for some time thinking. He realised just what Trevor was meaning to him. He had brought light and life into his life. For the first time since he had left his family in Vienna, he had someone whoM he cared for, whom he loved. He wondered where it would all lead. Was he wise in letting his heart get involved? He knew that Trevor's background was so different from his own. Trevor was little more than a street urchin, on the verges of criminality. He wondered if he could make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. If it all went wrong, or even if the relationship just faded away, he knew he would be terribly hurt. But there was something more than the mere urchin in the boy. There was his delight in maps, his quick learning of German and French words, and desire to learn more. The lad was bright. As he drifted off to sleep he knew that he loved the boy, and would do anything for him.

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