Chapter 4
Wednesday 15th September
Nothing much happened first thing on Wednesday except that when I saw Tony in class he grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign. I did the same back as I'd been really ready for another one when I got into bed and I suppose he must have felt the same. I looked round the class and wondered who was doing it. I supposed all the boys older than me were, including Benno, and that only left young Nobbo. I would have a good look in the showers after gym this morning and again tomorrow after games to see what the others had got. I suppose I was day-dreaming a bit because the next thing I knew was Huggy roaring my name as I hadn't answered as he called the register.
"Asleep, Jacko my boy, too tired to answer! I suppose you were late to bed last night after wearying yourself with your homework?"
I felt myself beginning to blush as I'd been wearying myself with something other than homework in bed - luckily he was distracted by Cleggy messing about in front of me and so attended to his misdemeanours. Matthew dug me in the ribs.
"Hey, you were lucky there, Jacko, Huggy's on the warpath! Anyway, my mum says she'll write a letter to your mum. Can I bring it round tomorrow?"
I nodded, "Yep, come round, you might get some tea, we'll be hungry after games."
His face fell, "Vansittart grabbed me last night as I was going out and said he wanted a good game from me on Saturday and he would be watching me on Thursday. In fact, he mentioned you and Alan Foster as well because he's putting you and him down as touch judges because he says you two would be the most reliable."
Why Vansittart thought I would be reliable I don't know, unless he thought getting me to do that would put him in Dad's good books and he would get invited to supper again. I suppose I'd better look at the notice board at break.
I went down to the lobby at break and peered at the notices. Sure enough I was there as one of the touch judges. There were two matches against the Catholics, our year and a combined Fifth and Sixth Years because quite a few of the older lads were having County trials. There were seven of our class actually in the team, Tim Parker, Dave Morgan, as well as Matt, Cleggy, Roo, Jim Masters and Vince, the rest were all big thugs from 4S. While I was looking at the lists Tony came along with Cleggy.
"I hope you'll be coming to watch," I said to him.
"`Cause I will, I'll come especially to cheer you on, and boo Cleggy when he falls over."
George gave him a playful punch, "You'd better come, if I'm running around being chased by that lot I'll need some cheering on."
"Poor old Matt is quite worried because he'll be in the thick of it as scrum-half," I said, "You'd better boot the daylights out of them to begin with."
"Not very sporting to talk like that," said Tony, "but you'll have to do something because they'll have prayers beforehand."
"Get on with yer," said Cleggy.
"It's true, you ask Ginger."
"I don't believe you."
"'Cause they do and they'll have to do penance if they lose. Vince told us at camp they have to do penance for all sorts of things, didn't he?" He looked at Cleggy and grinned. "And, that as well,".. he looked at me... "...I'll tell you sometime."
With that the bell went and he turned and rushed into the changing rooms. I followed with Cleggy.
"I hear you had a good time at camp."
"What did you hear?"
"Nothing much, yet!"
"Don't believe half he says."
"He hasn't said anything yet."
We parted inside the door and I went along to get changed as he sped into the bogs. Gym was the usual hurly-burly and Rabbity Pearce, who took us, lived up to his name keeping up a stream of instructions and exhortations while he hopped around and we jumped, hung from bars, balanced and Lord knows what without much pause for breath. At least he always stopped ten minutes early and insisted we all had a shower. Everyone was too shagged out to horse around and spent a good deal of time under the hot, muscle relaxing water. This gave me a good opportunity to have a good look around.
I shared a shower with Matt who had a real dangly cock and a mass of black hair round it. As he held his arms up under the shower I saw that Tony was right, he had quite a crop of hair under his arms.
After I'd finished and still dripping wet, I wandered along the showers and noticed that quite a few of the older ones, like Jim Masters and Danny Ross and Tim Parker had fair amounts of hair and Ted Carter had quite furry legs. Peter Fry was just drying himself as I picked up my towel and stood next to him and while drying myself had good peek at him. He was very blond and plump and the hair at the base of his prick was also very fair and very tightly curled and his prick didn't seem very big 'cos it just peeped out. Just as I was putting my underpants on Cleggy came along flicking his towel at unwary washers. Although he was very mouthy and I had heard him comment in the past about size of pricks his wasn't all that large either. Admittedly he had quite a bush of dark brown hair but only a rather thickly skinned snail's head drooped out of it.
"Come on, Jacko, where's that friend of yours Tony. He's got my towel and I had to pinch this off young Benjamin who's shivering in the nuddy back there because he's cold and wet."
"He can have mine." I walked along the row and found Benno, still under the shower. "Cleggy's got your towel, here, use mine it's not too wet."
He took it, "Ta, I wondered where mine had gone, I could kick that Clegg in the goolies."
I looked at him, he didn't have much hair at all but his goolies were quite low slung even though his prick was still very boyish.
"You'd better watch it," I said, "he might just come and do the same to you."
He laughed and as he dried his hair his balls swung too and fro just like Alun's. Christ, I thought if I watch much more I'll get a hardon, at least I had underpants on. At that moment Tony and Vince come round the corner from the back row of showers. They were both laughing at something Tony was saying and he was running his fingers down Vince's back. Vince was bending back a bit to ward him off and I had a good view of his equipment. He was ginger all over. His prick hair matched his head hair and his legs were covered in a fine reddish down, even his skinny cock had a very pink skin.
"Get off, you twat!" he said to Tony, "I've come out in goose-pimples now."
I couldn't see any goose-pimples but his shoulders and chest were covered in freckles. He hopped to get out of the way of Tony and flicked down with his towel towards Tony's bollocks. Tony leapt away from the towel's end just as Roo also appeared from the other showers with Dave Morgan. Both Roo and Davy had black hair out of which quite thick but short pricks hung. Dave's had a naked knob which had fascinated me when I first saw it. We had come across circumcision in Scripture sometime in our First Year and there had been much discussion after PT the next day when Dave, and John Wills the other skinless one, had been looked at with much interest by the rest of us. Cleggy always referred to them as Roundheads while we were the Cavaliers.
In leaping back Tony bumped into Roo who was half turned talking to Dave.
"Watch it you great lump," said Roo, jumping away, "I might have known it was you!"
He cut down with his open hand and slashed at Tony's bare arse catching him a real stinger.
"Ouch, that hurt, you pillock," cried Tony, "I'll have your bollocks for that!"
He grabbed down at Roo who backed off very quickly just as Rabbity Pearce appeared at the door and blew his whistle.
"Come on, now, let's be having you dressed and outside in one minute sharp!"
He obviously hadn't seen or chose to ignore the slight fracas within. I got dressed hurriedly being well satisfied with my observations. Although I had very little hair at least my cock wasn't the smallest even though all the rest except for Nobbo were older than me. I would need to do a bit more checking after Rugger tomorrow because I hadn't seen Nobbo and a couple of the others in our lot and there would be all of 4S as well to swell the ranks.
After school I was waiting by the bike sheds when Tony came bustling up whistling tunelessly.
"You seem happy," I said, "What's happened, I thought you would be complaining of a sore bum after Roo smacked you one?"
He laughed, "Cleggy and the others have been grabbed by Van for extra practice tonight and Roo got bawled out for getting changed too slowly. I'd tied the arms of his rugger shirt in half a dozen knots earlier to get my own back! Van went into the changing room just as he was swearing something terrible about it and Van told him he was a foul-mouthed little boy and made him do twenty press-ups!"
"You'd better watch it, Tony, he'll have your guts for garters if he guesses you did it."
"No, he thinks Cleggy did it `cause when I just came out he was chasing him onto the field."
"You'll get both of them after you, so you'd better lie low tomorrow."
We got on our bikes and began the ride back to our homes. After a few yards Tony looked across at me.
"Well...., did you?"
"Yep!"
"I thought so, so did I."
I grinned at him, "Did you mark it off in you diary?"
"Of course,... first thing this morning so I wouldn't forget."
"When are you going to tell me about your adventures at camp?" I asked.
"Oh, as soon as I have time but it can't be tonight as we've got a special meeting at Scouts and tomorrow I've got to granny-watch because Ma and Pa are going out somewhere. It'll have to be the weekend."
I nodded. I obviously would have to wait to be enlightened further. I suppose my curiosity could be contained a little longer. When we got to his road he just cycled off shouting out he would see me tomorrow at school. That night in bed I reviewed my observations and, not unnaturally, found myself wondering how big those various pricks I'd seen today were when they were stiff. My prick was very stiff and didn't need much encouragement to shoot its load after all that.
*
Next day went smoothly enough, I sat next to Matt again and he said he had a letter for my mother. I told him she was expecting it and he should bring it round after school and give it to her. History and Geography occupied the morning and Games wasn't too bad in the afternoon because most of the time was spent by Rabbity and Vansittart coaching the ones playing on Saturday. The rest of us were used as cannon fodder for scrums or for tackles or for passing while the others tore up and down the field. Afterwards in the showers I was able to continue my comparative investigations.
I deliberately followed young Nobbo and sat next to him while we unlaced our boots. I pretended I had an awkward knot so I was watching as he stripped off his shorts. Christ, he might be the smallest and youngest but he had a fine bush of dark brown hair and a long skinny prick. I'd never noticed it before but it was quite a length. His balls were small and didn't seem to hang at all but were tight up under his cock. I slipped off my shirt and shorts and compared our legs, his were definitely much hairier than mine, in fact his were positively covered with a golden fur. Oh, shit, I thought, he's way ahead of me. I looked round as I still had to check on the three Johns and also have a look at the 4S thugs.
I wandered across and queued up behind John Reed who was waiting for another of the Johns, roundhead Wills, to finish under the shower. The water sluicing down him had plastered his hair down so his stubby red-knobbed cock stood out - he's got a bit of a hardon I thought - and I was right `cos he suddenly got out of the cubicle and rushed to pick up his towel. Bully for you, laddo, I thought, I bet I know what you'll be doing as soon as you get home before you have your tea. I shoved Reedy in the back.
"Let's get in quick, we can share it today."
"Ok!" he said, "have you got any soap?"
"Yep," I passed him my bar and he rubbed it quickly over his wet shoulders.
"Thanks, here you are," he said passing me the soap. I caught it but dropped it purposely and in trying to pick it up had a very close look at Reedy's cock and balls. I was very gratified to note that he and I were about equal in appearance, but then he was only a couple of months older than me.
I had a quick shower and said I wanted to find Tony so got my towel and padded around drying myself. Most of the others by this time were also drying themselves. I spotted Johnny Pearson, the last of our class to be compared. He was just a few days younger than Reedy and had even less hair than me. Not only that but his cock hadn't grown much at all it was just a little pencil. But he was rather tall and very thin - much taller than me, or Tony, who came up at that moment hotly pursued by the Foster twins from 4S and Cleggy and Roo. The twins were also tall and gangling like Pearson but neither of them had much hair and their cocks were quite small.
"Jacko, tell this lot I cycled home with you last night so I couldn't have tied Roo's shirt up in knots!"
"Yes, you certainly did cycle home with me and I didn't see you tie Roo's shirt up in knots!”
Cleggy grabbed at Tony, "You little sod, you did do it, and I got the fucking blame. Here Roo, give me a hand!"
The pair of them manhandled a loudly protesting Tony and pushed him under the shower while one of the Fosters turned the cold tap on.
"Ooh, it's fucking cold, let me get out!" - but as he tried to escape they kept pushing him back under the icy jet of water - "I'll catch fucking pneumonia under this!"
The other Foster came creeping up with a bucket and chucked a gallon or so of cold water straight at his goolies. Tony danced up and down shouting for them to let him out. Of course this drew quite a crowd who stood and had a good laugh and gave me the opportunity of inspecting a good few of 4S. Thugs was the right term - most were a good bit older than me and showed it with a few quite luxuriant sproutings round thickish and one or two quite lengthy cocks.
"Cave! cave!" bellowed someone and the crowd melted to continue drying themselves leaving Tony standing alone under the pouring cold water as Vansittart came round the corner of the showers.
"Ah, Marcham," he said in a loud voice, "I see you are taking Baden-Powell's advice literally. I hope it cures you of any affliction you may have!"
With that he turned and walked out. Tony reached up and turned off the tap and came out shivering.
"I'll have those buggers," he grunted. The crowd began to come back in various stages of undress.
"That'll do you good," chortled Cleggy, "Good, wholesome cold shower, you heard what Van said - be a good Boy Scout!"
I was rather puzzled over this as I was not a Boy Scout having managed to ignore my mother's suggestions when I was younger that it would be a good idea if I joined the Cubs. I did this mainly because one of the larger more bullying boys at Junior School was an ardent member and I didn't want any more contact with him than necessary. I suppose I was missing out on something, but if it kept the others happy who was I to complain. I was obviously lacking some general knowledge which they had and I didn't. I must ask Tony another time when he would be in a better mood than at present. He certainly was spitting fire - at least a shivering sort of fire. I threw him my towel.
"Serve you right," I said, "Inconveniencing your best friend like that."
"Fuck off, you're as bad as the rest of them - can't see a bloody joke."
"Now, now, keep your hair on. Don't sulk."
Most of the others had drifted off to finish dressing and so did I. Tony gathered up his clothes and put them down next to mine.
"I'll get those bloody Fosters - I'll think of something."
I told him to give over moaning and that he was lucky not to be involved in Saturday's shenanigans. At least he didn't have to be pulverised like Matt and the others or run up and down the touchline like me. I also told him that Matt was bringing round a letter from his mother to ask my mum to help him with French and when I'd told her Matt wanted some help Ma had said he and Roo could join in as well if they wanted. He brightened up at this and said he would like to and would ask his mum to 'phone mine.
I asked him what Van and Cleggy were on about Baden-Powell and being a good Scout. He looked at me sideways and said didn't I know? I shook my head. He grinned and said he'd tell me all about it next time I went round to see him. He punched me playfully on the arm and said he had to rush and left me still tying up my shoe laces and waiting for Matt.
Matt was still grumbling about having to play on Saturday as we walked to the sheds to get our bikes. I told him to just get the ball and throw it away as soon as possible, of course, in the right direction.
"Alright for you, you won't have those big lugs falling on you and kicking you to death! You've only got to run up and down the line!"
"Give over, Matt - it won't be for long."
"Trouble is it's only the first match of the year and Van was saying he was arranging several others if things went well."
I couldn't get him off his moans and we cycled almost all the way to my house before I managed to ask him if he was interested in anything. Luckily he had an interest in stamp collecting and told me all about an uncle who had a business in South Africa who had sent him stamps from all round the world. I said I made model aeroplanes and he asked how many had I got. I said at present nine, but I also had things like the model steam engine. He visibly brightened at this and asked if he could see it and I said of course.
When we got in Matt gave Ma the letter rather diffidently and watched carefully as she scribbled a note back and gave it to him. She said if he liked he could come round on Monday with his books and she would see what he was like without me or the others there. He looked much more pleased after that and when Ma said tea would be ready very soon he relaxed even more and began to ask Ma how many languages she knew as his sister Julia had told him about having to type some of the translations she had done at the works where she was secretary. Ma said she knew Julia very well as she had taught her French at the Girls High School. And then I found out Ma knew Spanish as well. I'd better keep quiet or more of my time would be taken up with languages! I interrupted Matt's flow of questions and said if he wanted to see the steam engine I would show it to him now.
"Good idea, but tea will be ready in a few minutes so you can get it fired up and working Monday after school and he can see it going after I've finished with him."
"Come on then, Matt, it's up in my room."
He followed me up the stairs and had a good look round my room.
"Gosh, your rooms bigger than mine, my sister's got the best one at home."
"I didn't know she worked at Dad's place."
"Yes, she's a confidential secretary or something like that. She likes your dad and says he's very clever and he's in charge of some special department. And your mum does translations down there."
He obviously knew more than I did. As Pa never spoke about what he did at work I had never thought of asking him but I did know about the translating 'cause I'd often heard them discussing things.
"I don't know what he does, but he made this when he was an engineering student."
I showed him the engine and he was fascinated with it.
"I can't wait until Monday to see it working."
I stood next to him to show him how the furnace worked and saw that he was really not much taller than me.
"Have a look at it while I get changed out of these things."
I went over the wardrobe and took out the shorts and pullover I wore at home. I took my school shorts off and saw Matt looking at me.
"I bet you'll be glad when it's your birthday. Is it before half-term?"
"Yes, September the thirtieth."
"Gosh, Jacko, mine's October the first, I shall be fifteen so I'm a whole year older than you!"
By this time I'd taken my shirt off and just had my pants, shoes and socks on. I went over and stood next to him.
"But you're not really much taller than me."
"I know, I'm just on five foot five. You're about an inch shorter than that aren't you? I keep getting worried I'm not going to grow any taller. Dad says he was short then shot up when he was fifteen or so and now he's about six feet tall, so I hope I'll shoot up too soon."
I looked closely at him, "You've got a lot of pimples like my cousin Alun, and he's much older than you, he's over sixteen."
"Dad says it's called acne and most boys get it when they're growing."
"I haven't got any pimples, yet, and you've got hairs on you lip like Alun too."
"Perhaps you're not growing."
"I am! I'm at least an inch and half taller since Easter."
"No, I mean other places. Dad says I mustn't worry about acne as it means I won't be a boy much longer."
He seemed a bit flustered about this.
"What do you mean, you won't be a boy?"
"Well, you know, I'll have to shave and things. Dad said he had to start shaving when he was fifteen."
"Oh, yes, Alun shaves, but what other things?"
He was going rather red by now.
"Oh, you know, having hair and things. Dad said I shouldn't get too concerned when other things happened as it was just part of growing up."
"What do you mean? Like this?"
I pulled down the waistband of my pants and pointed to the wispy hairs above my cock.
"Um, yes, that's some of it! I noticed yours under the shower yesterday"
"But you've got hair under your arms as well, but I haven't." I lifted my right arm to show him.
"How do you know I have?"
"I saw it yesterday as well when we shared that shower. You've got a lot more down here as well," I said, pointing, "And it's very black and curly, and it looked just as much as my cousin's got."
"How old is your cousin?"
"Let's see, he was sixteen in February, but I saw him at Easter so he was just a bit older then."
"And my hair's like his?"
"Oh yes, but his legs were hairy as well."
"You mean like some of those boys in the Fifth and Sixth Forms?"
I didn't really know about them, I'd only really noticed furry Danny Ross in our form, but I nodded and he continued, "That big Andy Symes who's in the First Year Sixth now's got massive hairy legs. You know him, he was throwing the discus in the sports last term and I was helping with the measuring and so on. And so has Nobbo's brother. He's in the Second Year Sixth now, he was throwing the discus as well and he and Andy kept fooling around and pulling the hairs on each other's legs."
I grinned at Matt and shrugged, "I wonder if that's all they've been pulling?"
Matt went bright red and clammed up. I thought I'd better wait before questioning any more.
"Hold on, Matt! I think tea'll be ready now. Let me finish putting this lot on and we'd better go down."
"OK, but I mustn't be too late going 'cos I must get that English homework done."
While we were talking I'd finished dressing and he'd stopped being bright red and I thought it better not to ask anything more about 'things'. We went downstairs and there was tea. Good old Ma, lots of newly baked things. Ma disappeared saying she had some work to finish off and left us to it. Matt ate and chatted away and I found out he'd been born in South Africa where his father had been stationed in the Royal Navy. I just ate and listened. When we'd finished and he was ready to go we went through to the living room for him to say his goodbyes. Ma was busy scribbling on a large pad of paper.
"See you on Monday, Matt. I should be in by the time you get here from school, and you can stop for some tea again as well!"
"Gosh, thanks, Mrs Thomson, good night."
I went out with him and grinned as he picked up his bike, "Good, we'll get something nice again, I expect."
After Matt had gone I had a few things to think about. I suppose if I'd asked the right questions I might have found out a bit more what his father had told him about growing up. He said his father's in the Navy, anyway I can ask him more about that on Monday. He did blush a bit at times, I wonder why, especially when I made my crack about Symes and Nobbo's brother, Billy. Oh yes, and young Nobbo is quite hairy too. I wonder if Matt is doing it? - he must be, he's so much older than me - I do hope I'll start growing up fast soon! I felt my prick twitching - that was growing fast! I hurried to the sink, undid my flies, gripped my very hard little rod and gave it a rapid beating. Oh God, I needed that! I also needed another that night in bed though I was able to savour the intense feelings a bit longer before I came. Sweet relief!
*
Friday, September 17th 1943
Friday was a relatively peaceful day enlivened by Tony's consternation when he found himself down as a reserve for the Saturday game. His main worry was if one of the bigger thugs suddenly developed measles, mumps, water on the brain, or whatever, and he would have to run out on the field to be slaughtered by the dreaded Catholics. He kept a wary eye on Ginger Hare who he was convinced was the most likely to succumb to some unknown illness. Of course, Cleggy and the others kept mentioning how big the other team were to razz him up. We cycled home together but he wouldn't come in as he said he was going to rest and have an early night. I thought I had better have a good practice after supper because Mrs Tring had entered me for the next grade exam. Then I also went to bed early, telling Ma I'd better as I was going to have a busy time in the morning - I had a busy time first practising something else as soon as my head touched the pillow!
*
Saturday morning was damp. I cycled to school quite early and found quite a few of both school teams already there. Alan Foster came over and said Van wanted him and me to wear blue shirts which he'd left out for us. We got changed together and as I was tying my laces I saw Matt and Tony come in. Neither looked too happy as they came over to join us.
"Oh well," Matt exclaimed, "I suppose I had better get ready to be sacrificed!"
"Don't worry," I said, "Alan and I will come and carry off the pieces at the end."
Alan looked down at Matt from his superior height and sniggered. "There won't be much to pick up when they've got their teeth into you, Ward. Vince says two of their forwards are huge!"
At that point Van came into the changing-room. He was positively glowing and rubbing his hands with glee.
"Well, lads, is everyone here? Their teams have just arrived and they've still to get changed. Ah, Thomson and Foster, you're both ready. Go and see the Reverend Brother and show him the next door changing-rooms and see if there is anything they need as I just want to have a few words in here with my own flock."
We did as we were bid and clattered out onto the driveway outside. A large figure in a black cassock was just walking up. Foster addressed him very politely and said we were to show him and his teams to their changing room. He looked down at us and turned to the straggling crew coming up behind him and, rather sternly, said they were to follow us and that we were to give O'Brien any instructions pointing at a short, stocky lad with a mop of red hair. O'Brien trotted up, very obediently, though he was obviously in the Sixth-Form and presumably the Captain of their older team. He nodded at the Brother. The Brother nodded back, turned and walked off towards the pitch.
"OK, lead us on then," O'Brien said and winked at us.
Alan led the way and I walked beside O'Brien.
"Are you playing?" he asked.
"No, Foster and I are the touch judges," I replied.
"Your name's Thomson, isn't it?"
I looked at him rather puzzled, "Yes, it is, how do you know?"
He grinned, "Your Dad is my Dad's boss at the laboratory - my Dad is a metallurgist."
I had never heard the works referred to as a laboratory - I thought my Dad made things.
"I didn't know that - my Dad doesn't say much about what he does."
"They're not allowed to, but Dad tells me about the people he works with and he said last night your Dad had said you were involved today and I recognised you from seeing you with him in town."
Fame, I was my father's son, but what father did was still a mystery. I knew he was in charge of something but I didn't know it was a laboratory. By this time we were in the changing room and the lads had begun to get changed. I saw Alan was chatting to someone so I stayed with O'Brien as he stripped off completely. Christ, he was redder and much hairier than Ginger Hare. He had a great mat of dark orange hair above a lengthy but slim, circumcised rod which swung about as he reached down to take off his shoes and socks. He sat down on the bench.
"You're called Jacko, aren't you?"
I nodded, "It's really Jacques, my mum's French - but everyone has always called me Jacko."
"Well, I'm Michael, or Mike to my friends. Be a friend and pass me my socks and boots."
I picked out his boots and socks from the bag he'd put a bit along the bench and passed him one sock then another. His long cock dipped up and down between his legs as he pulled on the socks and then leaned down and back putting on his boots.
"Which position do you play, Mike?"
"Oh, scrum-half as I'm this size."
What size? Oh, I suppose he meant height, I was rather concentrating on something else! As he finished he stood up and stamped up and down and I saw a couple of the other lads also having a good look at his equipment. I also noted with some satisfaction that although he might win on length his balls seemed not much bigger than mine or Tony's.
"Hey, Jacko, chuck my jockstrap and shorts over!"
I turned to the bag and picked up his shorts and saw under them a white pouch-like garment on top of a green shirt. I supposed this was the jockstrap - I hadn't heard the word before. I picked it up with my other hand and held both shorts and it out to him.
"Ta, you're a marvellous valet, Jacko, I'll have that first."
He took the jockstrap, opened up the elastic waistband, put his legs through and pulled it up over his prick and balls. He put his hand inside the pouch and arranged his cock so it was more upright and bulged out against the fabric.
"Almost there," he said taking the shorts and putting them on swiftly, "Just my shirt now." I reached down and passed it to him and in a moment he was ready. "Thanks a lot, you've been a great help but I've got to say something to this lot and I expect you'll be wanted out there. See you later!"
"Yep, I'd better be going, Mike, see you." I turned just as Alan Foster came up and followed him towards the door wondering if Mike was going to say prayers like Tony had said.
As we got outside Alan turned and whispered urgently, "Christ, Jacko, that chap you were talking to, did you see the length he's got?
"Oh, you mean Mike, yes, it's quite long isn't it." I thought I had better be generous, "But you shouldn't be jealous because you and your brother are OK."
He prodded me in the ribs, "You've had a look then?"
"In the showers."
He chuckled and poked me in the ribs again, "Well, you're not too bad yourself for a young'un, more than Cleggy, even if you haven't got so much hair yet!"
Oh, I'm obviously not the only one doing check-ups. I wondered what else I could find out. But there was no time now as Van, who was talking to the Brother, spotted us and asked if all was well. Alan said O'Brien was talking to the teams and as he said this there was a general clatter and everyone, including our lot, spilled out onto the pitches.
What followed next was not the expected bloodbath and mangling. In fact, Matt excelled himself, passing the ball out cleanly and giving our team many opportunities which they took very smartly. Cleggy and Roo both scored tries and Alan and I ran up and down the line working like Trojans, or whatever. Our Fourth-Years won handsomely but the others lost, but not too badly. All in all everyone was quite happy. Tony's efforts were not needed, all had turned up, even those with spots and eruptions as I saw in our showers later when I had a good look at the Fifth and Sixth Formers.
This was my first major observation of that older age group as the Fifth and Sixth Years generally used the other changing-room and I must admit I, and a good few of my brethren, had a good way to go in various attributes. But what did intrigue me was the variety of sizes, hairiness and spottiness which passed before my eyes as I showered and changed back. Much to ponder about and find out about in good time. My only brush with possible trouble was when two of the more loutish Fifth-Formers started to remark on my youthfulness and whether they should remove my shorts to see if I was all there. Luckily, and pluckily, Matt, Cleggy and Roo defended me with Matt saying he was certain I was all there and was only in shorts until half-term and in any case their team had lost whereas our Fourth Years had won! The two clods made rude gestures at us and sloped off to join their other, no doubt also disgruntled, team-mates. Tony came up and joined us and we all walked to collect our bikes.
"Going my way, Jacko?", Tony asked as we wheeled them out of the shed.
"Yep, but I've got to get back for early lunch as Ma and Pa are going into town this afternoon."
We rode off to my house together. Tony was very full of himself as he had been chosen, even if he hadn't actually had to play. It was a bit of a monologue but it passed the time. When we reached my house he asked if he could pop round later to see me later. I agreed as it would give me an excuse as I certainly didn't want to traipse around town with the parents.
Pa was still at work when I got home and Ma said she was going to meet him in town and duly asked if I wanted to accompany them. I said no as Tony said he might come round to see me. She seemed rather pleased at my refusal and went off with a cheery wave.
Tony banged on the back door about half past two. I opened it and he came in bearing a pile of old Meccano magazines which his father had found in an old house he was selling for someone. Tony wasn't interested in them so brought them for me.
"Ta, let's take them up to my room then," I said, "I'll enjoy looking at those." Being an engineer's son meant I'd been given sets of Meccano for birthdays over the years and I actually enjoyed fiddling about with it.
Tony picked up one of my planes and sat on the edge of my bed looking at it.
"I saw your pal the Foster twin as I was coming over," he said.
"My pal?"
"Yeah, the one you were running up and down the line with this morning."
"Oh, Alan! Yeah, he seems OK even if he is in the other form. But wasn't he the one who chucked that water at you the other day?"
"Nope, it was his brother who did that. He's a slimy toad and he's the one I told you Big Jim picked up in the changing-room in the summer."
I nodded, perhaps I would hear more about the camp today as well.
"I told Alan I was coming round here and he said I was to ask you about that ginger Catholic lad you were talking to this morning. He said you were discussing things at length. What did he mean? Who was he?"
I grinned, "Oh, he's the son of someone that works for my Dad, his name's Mike O'Brien, he was their upper team Captain. Seems a nice chap, I passed him his clobber when he was changing." I laughed, "Oh, of course, Alan did notice that he's got a lengthy cock." I stretched my hands out in exaggeration. "I think that's what he means, about like that!"
"Was it that big?" asked Tony incredulously.
"No! Of course not, but it just hung down longer than others I've seen in the showers. Even my cousin Alun's didn't go down like his. But it was skinny and he had masses of hair all round it - but I could hardly see his balls - they didn't seem very big at all."
"You must have had a good look!"
"Couldn't help it, he stripped off completely and then got changed by putting his socks on first. By the way, do you know what a jockstrap is?"
"Yes, why?"
"'Cos he had one, I had to get it out of his bag for him."
"Oh yes, I know what they are 'cause Big Jim wore one most of the time at camp. I wanted him to let me try it on but the horrid sod said it wasn't for little boys with little balls. He said all the Sixth-Formers wore them when they played rugger and I saw some of them in our changing-room this morning putting them on."
"I only noticed Mike's this morning - and he's only got little balls."
"But he's in the Sixth Form though, isn't he? And he's got a long cock like Big Jim, and Big Jim's was thick as well!"
I said he was, and that his prick did hung down a lot, but it wasn't very thick round. Then I thought to myself that Sixth Form and big balls didn't necessarily go together even though his snaky cock filled out the jockstrap. I didn't intend to pursue this as I really wanted to know more about the summer camp.
Tony was well away, "Christ, I wish my prick would get bigger. Even those fucking Foster twins have got more than us."
"Yeah, but they're older than us as well and my cousin Alun said he was like me when he was my age and mine has got longer over the summer. But anyway, Tony, you were going to tell me about your camp in the summer."
He looked up slyly, "You really want to know?"
I nodded, "Of course! Come on, tell me all about it!"
"Cleggy told me I wasn't to."
"Why not?"
"'Cos of what happened."
"Oh, come on, tell me, I'm your best friend."
"So's Cleggy, but anyway, I didn't really promise him!"
"Good, well fire away."
He giggled, "It was mostly that."
I looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"
He laughed, "OK, I'll tell you all about it, from the beginning." He sat back on the bed and I turned the chair by my desk round to face him and sat down.
"Right," he began, "Well, we went in a lorry to this farm. Big Jim told us it belonged to a friend of his father and there was this big tent already up in a clearing in some trees. There were six of us," he counted off on his fingers, "Big Jim, who was in charge as patrol leader, Cleggy, Roo, Ginger Hare, me and there was a young cousin of Big Jim's name of Sam Catt who's not in our troop but he's in the Scouts where he comes from."
He stopped and looked over at me to see if I was attending. Satisfied that I was he continued.
"Funny name, but he was staying with them `cos his mother was busy and his father was away in the army. He was younger than all us, not quite thirteen, 'cos it was going to be his birthday the week after we got back. Anyway they dumped us there and we had all the kit and stuff to put tidily and Roo and me were sent off for wood while the others got the food ready to be cooked. It was good, we were pretty hungry by then. After the food we all sat round for ages until it was nearly dark and Jim said it was time to pack up for the night. We had three of those hurricane lamps so it wasn't at all dark inside the tent. Anyway, we had laid out groundsheets and blankets and things then started to get ready for bed. I was just taking off my shirt when Jim said 'What about this then, lads!' We all looked at him as he turned round to face us without anything on and his dick was huge and stiff and standing up. Cleggy was standing opposite me and only had his pants on and his face was a picture. He just gawped at Big Jim and I saw his pants go all bulgy very fast.
Well then, Big Jim just stood with his legs apart and bent back a bit and caught hold of his prick and began to rub it up and down. I could see the others were watching all this very closely, especially young Sam Catt. Well, Big Jim went on and on pulling it up and down then, whoosh, he shot a great load up and over the floor of the tent. Then he just stood there holding his prick and said, 'OK, lads, it's your turn now'. We all stripped off and we all had stiff pricks, even the young kid. Cleggy had already started tossing himself off before I had my pants off and he was doing it ever so quick, but Roo came first, then me and Vince just about together. Cleggy took quite a while but he did shoot a lot and the young kid kept on for ages with us watching then he came with just a bit of stuff. He was ever so pleased 'cos he said it was his first time with stuff. Jim said it wouldn't be his last time and we all laughed.
Christ, it was marvellous, doing it together like that 'cos I didn't know much about doing it as I had only found out three weeks before, and I didn't know about the others doing it. Anyway we didn't go to bed until very late that night. It was hot so we sat as we were on our blankets and talked as we all wanted to know things about everyone and kept congratulating young Sam. I found out that Cleggy and Roo had been on a hike with Big Jim at Easter and they had done it then as well. In the end I think we were so tired we just got under our blankets and Jim put the lights out.
Next thing I knew it was morning, quite early and Vince was in the bed next to me looking over at me. When he saw I was awake he pulled his blankets back and he'd got a real horn on. So had I, so I pulled back my blankets as well and showed him mine. He got out and shuffled over and knelt down by me, caught hold of my rod and tossed me off - God, it was good. First time someone else had done it to me. I just lay there panting hard when I came. Then I nudged him to get him to lie down and I got up and knelt over him. I didn't bother to mop up the spunk on my tum and I could feel it running down as I did it to him. I'll tell you, Vince's got quite a handful and he came ever so quick.
I looked round and the only one still asleep was Jim `cos the other three were awake by then and watching. The young kid crawled out over to Roo and tossed him off and then went over to Cleggy and began to give him one. By this time Big Jim had woken up and he was watching as well. He pulled back his blankets and beckoned me over and I knelt over his legs and felt his prick. It was ever so thick and heavy, much more than Vince's, and it didn't take much pulling to make him shoot his load over his chest.
I was still holding on to him as I watched young Sam pulling away at Cleggy's prick. Cleggy was twitching about on the bed then he cried out and grabbed the boy's hand when he came telling him to stop. Roo came over and helped young Sam up and stood behind him and we all watched as he gave the boy a good wank. Young Sam didn't shoot very much when he came but he was ever so pleased and excited by it all `cos he turned round and hugged Roo and said how marvellous it was."
By this time I was quite bemused with who had done what and to whom and was feeling very horny myself. I stood up and walked over to the bed. "Hey, Tony, for Christ's sake, I've got such a hardon with you telling me all that I've got to do something about it!”
"What about me then, just look at this!" He stood up and undid his trousers. His prick stuck out and at this signal we both rapidly shucked off our all clothes and looked at each other, cocks at the ready.
I whispered rather hoarsely, "I'll do it to you first!"
"No, let's try to do it to each other at the same time. I'll show you how we did it at camp together - you'd better put a towel down though."
I fetched my bath towel and laid it down on the floor. We stood on it facing each other just a bit apart and Tony put his left hand on my shoulder reaching down to my tool with his right hand. He cupped my balls and then gently ran his fingers up my stem to the end. I winced as my prick hardened still further. I copied him by putting my hand on his shoulder and did the same to him. We stared intently at each other's faces as we began to pull each other's skins up and down, slowly and rhythmically. Automatically we opened our mouths at the same time and then quite soon I felt the warm, deep surge at the base of my prick as I shot up all over Tony's stomach. He came almost immediately after that all over me and we stood staring into each other's eyes holding on tightly as our cocks subsided. I could feel the drops of his spunk running down my stomach.
"Bloody wonderful," he murmured, "That was really good. Did you like it, Jacko?"
"Oh, yes, I want it more and more all the time, especially when you do it to me like that."
"So do I, I thought of you doing it to me last night when I tossed off in bed."
"Did you? Why was that?"
"Well, I knew I would probably see you this afternoon as I had those magazines for you and that set it off. I often think of Big Jim or Roo or one of the others as well."
I must admit I had thought of Alun once or twice when tossing off and wondering if he was jacking off at the same time but I had only had one wank with Tony before and it was all rather new to me.
Tony bent down and picked up the towel and wiped the come off my belly then wiped himself.
"I think I had better tell you more about the camp another time." He put out a hand and gripped my arm. "There's a lot more to tell, especially about what we did to Cleggy!" He paused. “But you're not to tell him I've said anything!”
We got dressed and as it was after four o'clock by now Tony said he had better go 'cause he had to stay in with Gran as his father and mother wanted to go out that evening.
Ma and Pa came home just after five. I had been lying on my bed after Tony went, going over his tale in my head and still feeling a few twinges between my legs. I went downstairs and told them Tony had brought me some Meccano mags and asked Ma what they had bought but she was very noncommital and then Pa wanted to know how I had got on as touch judge. I told him that it wasn't too bad, our team had won, but the upper team had lost. That reminded me about Mike O'Brien.
"I met someone whose father works with you, his name's O'Brien."
"Oh, yes, that must be Mike, he's Joe O'Brien's son. He's in the First Year Sixth at the Catholic school, isn't he?" I nodded. "His father is my chief assistant on one of our projects."
I said that Mike had told me his dad was a metallurgist and I wanted to know what he did. Pa told me that his main job was analysing different types of metal and that Mike also wanted to study the subject at university when he left school. In fact Joe had asked Pa to give Mike some help with his Applied Maths as he wouldn't let his father give him any assistance.
"Poor Mike," he said, looking at my mother, "He's got four sisters and he's in the middle, so I bet the lad's really hen-pecked!"
My mother has two sisters and no brothers so my father was always teasing her that we suffered because she didn't know how to treat males kindly. But she always got back by complaining about being at the beck and call of males all the time.
"Well, you had better get him round sometime and help him out," my mother responded rather tartly, "Perhaps it might be good for the boy to come to a male-dominated household and find out what he's missing!"
I felt very pleased I would be seeing Mike again, I had really liked him in just that short meeting.
"OK, as you're having your French circle I might as well do a bit of Maths. By the way, Jacko, we met Mrs Barnes and she is very pleased your mother is having Rupert in the group. Is that the one you call Roo?"
I giggled inwardly at hearing his full name, "Yes, and he calls his younger brother Kanga, but I think his real name is Ken."
He laughed, "Your mother said that you are going to met at five on Wednesdays and that I wasn't to keep her late at the works."
"Why do you call it the works? Mike said it's a laboratory."
"It's what is called Research and Development and I run the laboratories where it all happens."
I digested this, it was the first time Pa had said anything about what he did.
"But what do you do?"
"Can't tell you much except it's rather important and rather secret. But, if you like at half-term I'll take you in one day and show you some things."
In bed that night I thought back to the afternoon and what Tony and I had done together. Then I had images of Mike and his red hair and his long cock and mine was lengthening and hardening and had to be held and squeezed. I though about him coming to the house soon and as I began to move my hand up and down I wondered if his cock was in his hand all stiff and hard like mine and very soon I was coming - just like Mike I hoped.
*
On Sunday I could think of little else but the past eight days and all that had happened. I suppose the most momentous event of my life so far had occurred on that previous Saturday when I found I could wank properly and shoot spunk! Christ!, I must let cousin Alun know somehow as I'd tossed myself off most satisfactorily a good number of times - I counted up, eleven times by myself plus those two glorious wanks with Tony so far. Perhaps my name should be Jackoff as Tony suggested! Then during the week I had learned a lot from observation and talking with Tony. Of course, all this remembering meant that I had to do it twice more that day and all I could think of while jerking off was Mike and Matt mixed up with Tony and his hard prick and the descriptions of what had happened on that first day of camp. If this was what growing up meant it was certainly exhausting - I must find out more from Matt!