Chapter 6
September 27th
Of course, the first thing Huggy had to announce on Monday morning was a return match with the Catholics on Saturday, on their ground. Huggy said it had been decided to field the same teams as before but, as Geoffrey Wells was unable to play, then.... I looked at Tony across the row who sat transfixed.... Peter Fry would take his place. Tony breathed out audibly.
"Are you well, young Antony?" demanded Huggy looking down from his great height, "Your place on the sidelines is secure, so far. If a fast, nippy young terrier is required to harry the heels of the opposing wings then no doubt your services will be called upon. However, Peter is more amply suited for a place in the scrum so sadly vacated by young Geoffrey in 4S."
True, Peter Fry was a good deal weightier than Tony, or even Geoff and it had been heard that he and his brother Alec, who was in the Sixth Form and one of the props in their team, were known as Tweedledum and Tweedledee by some unkind schoolmates.
Huggy continued, "And you Jacko, with your co-runner, Foster One, Alan of that ilk, have been assigned to judge the touch-line for the senior game. Apparently your joint prowess was noted favourably by both Mr Vansittart and Brother Jamieson, therefore you have been chosen for that high honour so replacing two rather unreliable characters from the other school."
Matt dug me in the ribs. "One up for you," he whispered.
"Matthew, I hope you will pass the ball as well as you pass comments, eh?" Huggy stared at Matt who attempted to raise his finger to his nose but I clamped his hand down.
"Yes sir," he spluttered.
"Good, you did well last time, keep it up!"
A throaty whisper came from the direction of Dave Morgan on his other side, "Keep it up, Matt, eh? You're good at that, eh?"
Matt ignored him, but when Huggy wasn't looking Dave poked him in the side with a ruler and I heard him repeat it. Matt shrugged his shoulders and we all had to pay attention while Huggy went on with the lesson.
At break I went out before Matt and was talking to Roo and Tony. When Matt came out he was looking rather thoughtful. I asked him what he was thinking about. He said he'd tell me later and we went in for our next lesson. When we came out at the end of the day we walked to the bike sheds and while riding home he said that Andy Symes had told Dave about what had happened after the sports practice in the summer. I asked him what he'd said about it.
"Oh, nothing much, he just said Andy thought I was a good bloke and then he said if I hadn't got anything to do would I like to go round his tomorrow after school and we could do our homework."
"How does he know Andy, 'cos Dave's in the Scouts and Andy's in the Boys' Brigade?"
"Oh, they live next door to each other and Andy sometimes helps him with his homework."
I said cheerio to Matt at the end of his road as I had a piano lesson and had to practice a bit more before I went across to Mrs Tring. When I got in Ma was already there in the kitchen. I said I was hungry but she said I had to wait until supper time but she did give me a jam sandwich. I was ravenous after I got back from the lesson and during supper Pa said he didn't think we fed the animal enough. Ha, ha, but I did get seconds, but I only had a first for the day that night in bed.
*
Tuesday afternoon I got home as soon as I could as I was supposed to be there when Mike came to see Pa. I was having a look in the pantry just after five when there was a knock on the door. It was Mike carrying a number of rather thick Maths books.
"Hello, Jacko, I've come to see Dr Thomson, I mean your Dad, I'm a bit early I expect, he's not in yet, I suppose?"
"No, he'll be in by six but come in and wait. He said you were coming round straight from school. Would you like a cup of tea?"
He said he would and I busied myself and got it ready while he sat at the kitchen table watching me and idly turning the pages of one of the books. I thought I would ask him about Saturday.
"Oh, Mike, we've got matches against your school again this Saturday."
"That's right, two teams, I'm playing. Are you?"
"No, I'm a touch judge again, but for the senior game this time."
"Good, there was an argument last time because one of the judges wasn't paying attention when someone put the ball into touch and old Jamieson was hopping mad. He's alright really but you have to watch it when he's roused 'cos after the game he made them do four laps of the playing field each and stood there and watched them do it. Anyway, if you don't pay attention he can't do that to you because you're not from our school!"
I said I dreaded to think what Van might do so I said I would have to behave myself and keep watching all the time.
"Good for you, I think you'll enjoy it, 'cos we want to win again this time as well. We've got two of our best players back in the team, they were on County trials last time, so we'll give your lot the run around."
We sat either side of the table and drank our tea. I couldn't find any biscuits, Ma must have put them away safely.
"Are you scrum-half again?"
"Yes, but I'm not Captain this time as one of those other two will be as he's playing."
"Our Fourth Year team were dead scared last time but they won."
He laughed, "I expect our reputation goes before us, we're always supposed to play hard!"
"A boy in our class, he's a Catholic, his name's Vince Hare, he told someone you have to pray before you go out on the field."
Mike laughed again, "No, we don't pray as such, we have to cross ourselves though, like this." He demonstrated and laughed again.
"Does it help?"
"I don't know, but it puts the Fear of God into the opposition if they see us do it, at least that's what Brother Jamieson says! And I know Vince Hare, he's my cousin, his mother and my mother are sisters. Do you know him well?"
"Only in school, he won a scholarship like me so we're in the same class, but he's a bit older."
"Yes, his birthday's the same day as one of my sisters, in December, the tenth. He'll be fifteen then and she'll be nineteen. He's like me, he's got four sisters though three of them are older and I'm in the middle of mine."
"I'll be fourteen on Thursday so he's nearly a year older than me. We call him Ginger behind his back, he doesn't like it."
As I said it I realised I had probably put my foot in it, Vince was a light ginger, Mike was a flaming redhead. But, not to worry, he just laughed.
"I guess you do, I tend to thump anyone who's smaller than me if they call me that, but most don't 'cos they all think redheads have a temper. Anyway they could call you Blacko instead of Jacko and I don't think you would worry, eh?"
I nearly said that wasn't what Tony called me, but I thought I hadn't better tell him that, anyway, yet. I wished I could 'cos just chatting to him was making me have feelings in my cock. "No, I don't suppose I would, my hair is very black, but Ginge, I mean Vince, gets very annoyed, so we have to be careful, he's taller than most of us as well."
"Yes, he's not quite so tall as I am, but I'm only average height."
"But, you look tall to me."
"Not as tall as your Dad, though, he must be over six foot."
I nodded and looked at the pile of books.
"Are you going to do Maths at university?"
"No, I want to do Physics and Engineering, but you have to know quite a bit of Maths. Your Dad said he would help me as my father is too good at Maths to teach me, or at least that's what he always says. He always goes into long explanations and never gets to the point I want. Anyway, your Dad has given me three lessons so far - I've been up to the works for them - and he's shown me a lot. He said I should come round here today so he can teach me in comfort because he's always being interrupted there."
I told him I liked Maths but I didn't know yet what I wanted to do, I wasn't sure I wanted to do Engineering but I had got lots of Meccano and a steam engine. This interested him greatly so we went upstairs and I set the engine up and got it going. He had his jacket off and was on his hands and knees engrossed in devising some complicated gearing system with the Meccano when Pa arrived home and came up to my room. He and Pa discussed what he was doing and Pa winked at me and said he and Mike had better be getting on with work and I was to go down and help Ma as Mike was staying to supper as well.
I must say I liked Mike. Ma said later, after he had gone, that she liked Mike too, and he probably did get too much female fussing at home. Pa winked at me again and sucked on his pipe and said she was most probably right and Mike had said he hadn't enjoyed himself so much for a long time especially making up the Meccano model! Later as I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my black hair I wondered if I should have told him my other nickname? No, at least not until I knew him better. Perhaps next Tuesday, perhaps not, I thought to myself as the black-haired boy in the mirror watched and copied the black haired-boy in the room as he slowly and carefully tossed himself off.
*
Rabbity Pearce must have had indigestion on Wednesday morning 'cos he was very bad tempered and made us do double the exercises we usually did. We were quite exhausted when he sent us off to the showers while he made Cleggy do more exercises on the wallbars because he had not been putting his back into something or other properly. Ma said we all looked tired out when she started off with our French Circle. Roo said not half so tired as Cleggy and told Ma about Rabbity and his temper and what Cleggy had to do. Ma wanted to know why we called him Rabbity so Tony said his teeth stuck out and he hopped around when taking us for PT or games. We then had to try to translate all this into French and Ma said we were not to get muddled in school between Lupin and 'lapin'. I think Ma has a great sense of humour.
After French Circle Tony and Roo had to rush off to have their supper before going to a special Scout meeting. Matt came up to my bedroom and we did a bit of Maths homework. I asked him if he'd been round to see Dave Morgan. He looked across at the shut door.
"Yes, I went home with him yesterday and we did the Geography map and those questions about contours."
"Anything else?"
He looked at the door again and nodded.
"What happened?"
"Oh, after we'd done the homework he asked if I knew Andy well. I said I didn't, except at school, and then I said when I came round to Andy's after the discus practice we talked quite a bit. Dave laughed and said Andy had told him all about it and we didn't just talk and Andy said I had a big prick. He said it was alright 'cos he and Andy did things and he felt horny now and if I liked we could do things together. Well we did, he did it to me and then I did it to him." He looked rather anxiously at me. "You know he's got no skin? You know, he's been circumcised."
"I know, I've seen him in the showers and we read about that in Scripture in the First Year."
He nodded, "Yeah, I'd seen him and John Wills in the showers but I hadn't seen him right close up like that. Have you?"
"No, I've been too scared to ask!"
He grinned, "Mine goes right back but he's got none at all and he says it doesn't hurt with it uncovered all the time 'cos I said mine did."
This took a bit of unravelling. I hadn't seen a circumcised cock up close so far but had observed Dave and John in the showers and my skin was still sticking half way. I had seen Alun's right back but he hadn't said anything about trying to leave it back or hurting at all, so what did Matt mean? I knew my knob was very sensitive when I touched it, did he mean this?
"How do you mean it hurts if you leave it back?"
"Oh, I forgot, your skin doesn't go right back, does it? I've tried to keep mine back sometimes so my end's all out but it makes me jump to touch it at times and it stings a lot if I put my pants on with it like that. It goes hard ever so easily then when I don't want it to 'cos it's very sensitive. Anyway, he said both he and his young brother had been circumcised when they were babies and it had never hurt him but if he just rubbed underneath it made him go stiff ever so quick."
I was rather envious, what with Tony and Roo and Cleggy at camp having lots of wanks together, and now Matt and Dave and all this inspection of interesting cocks as well. I felt left out.
"Tony told me Roo said he'd jacked Dave off."
"Yeah, Dave told me that too. Dave said he'd done it to some of the others as well, like Jim Masters and Tim Parker and a couple of the boys in 4S. He didn't say all their names but it was quite a few. I think they're all in the Scouts."
I felt even more envious.
"By the way, he said he wouldn't mind doing it with you."
"Did you tell him we did it together?"
"Yes, and you and Tony. He thinks Tony's a bit stuck-up, I said I didn't, but he said his mum said Mrs Marcham has airs and graces."
I didn't know what he meant by that, I would ask Ma. I could hear her calling up the stairs that she wanted the table to be laid. I made a face at Matt and we went down where Matt was rewarded for his diligence at French with a large bun but Ma said I could wait until Pa got in and we had our supper.
After Matt went I asked Ma what were airs and graces and she said it was making out to be better than you were and did a little imitation and wanted to know why I asked. I said someone had said Mrs Marcham put on airs and graces. She laughed and said probably, but I wasn't to say so. Pa was in a very good mood when he came in and said he'd heard I had been promoted and he was coming on Saturday morning to see the game. Ma said Mr and Mrs Vansittart were coming to supper on Saturday evening so I was to be on my best behaviour if I wanted to eat with them.
I wasn't looking forward to Saturday evening but I supposed we would have something nice to eat, perhaps I could have my supper upstairs as they would most probably spend the evening talking in French anyway. I really wanted someone to talk to myself and bemoaned my solitary state that night in bed and tried to see if my foreskin would go right back, but it still stuck, so I carried on and accompanied my wank with thoughts of Matt and the weight of his prick in my hand and then remembered Mike was circumcised like Dave just as I came.
*
Thursday September 30th 1943
Thursday, a real red letter day, my fourteenth birthday! I wondered if I would get any presents 'cos usually as it wasn't long till Christmas I didn't get much for my birthday and things were saved up for then. I had a great surprise when I got downstairs because there was a large parcel on the breakfast table as well as some cards. Ma said I could open the parcel before eating my breakfast and there inside was a pair of long trousers! How did she know my size?
"We may need to have them altered a bit. In any case you won't be wearing them to school until after half term."
She said I could try them after school and anyway there was another surprise as the French Circle were meeting again at five-thirty for a birthday tea.
"Gosh, Ma, nobody told me!"
"Secrets, secrets! They all knew last week and promised to keep it quiet, so they have?"
"Yes, nobody's said a word about it and it's Matt's birthday tomorrow, he'll be fifteen, so he'll be pleased."
"I know, it's a combined birthday party. He doesn't know it's his party as well so I asked Tony who else should be invited and he said George Clegg 'cos he was friends with all of you, and, let's see,"... She picked up a piece of paper with a list on it... "David Morgan, Tim Parker, Vincent Hare and Jim Masters are in the rugby team with Matt and so they are coming as well! Oh, and of course, there's one more, Tony Clarke, because the other Tony told me his birthday is on the second, isn't it?"
"Oh, Ma, how great, but what will we have to eat, don't forget it's Games today and they'll all be hungry?"
"Leave it to me, I'm having the day off and I promise your ravenous friends won't be starved. I'll tell you a secret, Mrs Ward and Mrs Clarke are providing some things and if you look in the pantry there's a birthday cake which Mrs Gardiner made for you, and I've got some other plans as well!"
OK, marvellous, I'll have to leave it to Ma, but there would be ten of us, most of the form.
"Ma, it's most of the form, what will I say to the others?"
"Don't worry, the next ones to have birthdays amongst those invited are David Morgan and Tim Parker and I've already spoken to their mothers and they'll invite all the rest."
Good old Ma, fancy having done all this without letting on. I felt very excited. I opened the cards, among them was one from Tony and Roo, another one was from Matt and there was one from Auntie Fay, Uncle Dick and the boys. It was drizzling with rain as I set out to cycle to school and there nobody mentioned the party and I didn't let on I knew about it. In fact no one mentioned my birthday at all. Anyway, Rabbity and Van said we would be having Games in the afternoon as the rain had stopped and I excelled myself and managed to score a try by being bundled over the line from a scrum, so I was pleased about that.
I was pretty happy with myself as we came off the field, rather muddy and wet, but I wasn't expecting what happened as soon as I entered the changing-room. There was a shout of 'Birthday Boys' and Matt, Nobbo and I found ourselves surrounded by all our form plus most of 4S and unceremoniously dumped into the showers, boots and all, while they sang Happy Birthday. As if by magic, as soon as they had finished, Van and Rabbity appeared and the rabble melted away. I sat up under the rushing water and could see Matt and Nobbo together under the next one, luckily someone had turned the hot taps on!
"Congratulations for surviving so long, my boys," boomed Van, "You had better get showered properly and get home or your tea will all be eaten before you arrive!"
He and Rabbity disappeared and Roo and Tony hoiked me up and out.
"Come on, you're a big boy now. You should know how to wash properly!", one of them said and with that a number of hands came at me in all directions and before you could say Jack Robinson I was stripped off and pushed under the shower again in company with Matt and Nobbo who'd had the same treatment.
Matt was grunting. "I'll kill the first bugger who throws cold water over us!" he growled. However, this did not seem to be part of their plan and we were left strictly alone as the others just got on showering and dressing.
As Nobbo stepped out of the shower he looked back at me and said cheerfully, "It's very kind of your mother arranging all this for us. I didn't know until this morning until my Mum told me and said I wasn't to say anything to you or Matt, but I suppose it's alright now!"
Matt chimed in, "I didn't know anything about the party either but I'm looking forward to it. My Mum said she didn't know how your mother would cope with ten of us!"
"I don't know either, if Cleggy mucks about it'll be hell!"
"He's been a bit quieter the last week or so," said Nobbo, "He doesn't play me up so much as he used to!"
This was true, I had noticed that the continual war of words which Cleggy indulged in with Nobbo, especially about still being in shorts, had diminished considerably. In fact, other than the run-in with Campion, when he got the lines, Cleggy said and did little in class to make himself conspicuous. I would ask Tony about it as he was as thick as thieves with Cleggy since camp. Talk of the devil, at that moment Cleggy came along the line already dressed.
"You were quick, Cleggy!" Matt said, "I've only just got dried off."
"While you lot were playing around I got under the showers first to make sure I got some hot water, but anyway, thanks for inviting me, I'll be there!"
With that he turned and waved and went off. We finished off dressing and I said I would have to rush off as I'd promised Ma I would be home early and they'd better come a bit earlier than the others.
I sped off home and was welcomed with the most delicious smells as I opened the back door and walked through to the kitchen. Ma and Mrs Ward were there busy putting things into dishes and bowls. I said hello and looked around.
"You're not to touch anything, no tasting, remember!" I nodded. Ma continued, "Matt doesn't know his mother is here, she's left a note to come at five."
Mrs Ward looked very busy. I hadn't really met her before but she seemed jolly and nice.
"Matt's a year older than you, isn't he?"
"Yes, he's the oldest in the class. I'm sitting next to him this year."
"Yes, he says you're very useful for his Maths homework. I hope he helps you as well!"
"Oh yes, we get on well together." Matt certainly did help me, but not with homework, or, perhaps one could say it was another type of homework. "He's told me about his Dad being in the Navy and that he would like to go in the Navy as well."
"Yes, I think he will, my father and my husband's father were both in the Navy so it's almost a family tradition. It will be if Matt goes in." She laughed, "It's funny, though, Robert says he's always seasick and he's very glad he's got a dry posting now!" She turned to Ma. "Have you met my husband?"
"Oh yes, when I was teaching at the Girls' School and you had to come to see about Julia's exams. He said you'd settled back here in Kerslake in '36 when your parents came back to England."
"Yes, we met at the naval base in South Africa where my father and Robert were stationed. We married out there and Matthew and his sister were both born there. But I do like being back in England, even if there is a War on!"
Ma turned to me, she generally changed the subject if the War was mentioned, "Now, Jacko, we want to get things finished here, you go through and see if there is anything of yours lying about and put it away upstairs. You could get your steam engine ready to show anybody who wants to see it and Mrs Tring has left you a present."
I went through to the front room and dining room. Both had been rearranged. The dining room table and all the furniture was moved back against the wall. Ma had put some big cushions on the floor. She came in behind me. "It's help yourself, something to start with first, then special bangers and mash and sticky buns to finish and Mrs Ward has made loads of lemonade. There should be plenty, even for you!" She playfully cuffed me and put her arm round my shoulder. "I hope you enjoy it, birthday boy!"
"Oh, Ma, it sounds great, thanks a lot!"
"You'd better thank Mrs Ward and Mrs Clarke as well because they've done quite a bit towards it and Mrs Gardiner gave me things out of her garden on Sunday."
A ring came on the bell. I was released and went to open the front door. Matt and Nobbo stood there all grins.
"Smells good, what is it?" asked Matt.
"You'd better ask your Mum, she's in the kitchen."
"Mine's still at work but she's coming round as soon as she finishes. My brother's coming as well with her. I think he's heard your Mum's a good cook."
Oh, Billy Clarke was coming, Matt's pal of the summer. I winked at him without Nobbo seeing. He grinned back.
"Oh, come upstairs to my room, we can wait up there, I don't think Ma wants us in the way. She said I should get the engine ready."
Nobbo was keen on this as he hadn't seen it before and I left him and Matt attaching the pulley to Mike's incredible gears when the bell went again. The others arrived in two lots, Roo, Tony and Cleggy came bearing two parcels, one small and one large. The small one contained a new school tie from Roo and Tony and the large one, much tied up and with lots of wrapping, turned out to be a pair of laces for my rugger boots! This caused great glee.
"A very useful present!" said Cleggy, "I gave it a great deal of thought as I saw you were having difficulty the other day with that moth-eaten pair you have and as a special present I'll do the next fifty lines that old Campion gives you!"
"Thanks a lot, it's you who gets the lines from him!"
"Yeah, I've got fifty spare 'cos I thought he gave me two fifty last time but it was only two hundred!"
Well, Cleggy seemed to be quite cheerful even though Tony had thought otherwise earlier in the day. I sent them upstairs to join the others as I could hear more arrivals on the path. When the bell went again the other four stood there, Vince, Dave, Jim and Tim Parker. Vince thrust a package into my hands.
"From all of us, to you, happy returns and don't forget it's my birthday on December the tenth!"
An aggrieved voice came from behind him, "Give over, Vince, it's mine before then, mine's November the fourth!" It was Tim Parker and Dave Morgan wasn't to be left out, "And mine's the eighth of December!"
"Thanks a lot, but come on in. The others are up in my room looking at the steam engine but it'll be a bit crowded."
Ma appeared in the hallway.
"Hello, lads, come in here, there's plenty of room."
I stood back to let them pass and they followed Ma, noses twitching. Ma stood at the bottom of the stairs, put two fingers to her mouth and let out a wild whistle. The four stopped, turned and gaped, mothers didn't usually do such things, in fact, I didn't know Ma could whistle like that, I certainly couldn't. She turned and winked at them, "That should get their attention! Follow me!"
It did, the other five appeared like magic at the top of the stairs.
"Who did that?" asked Tony as he got to the bottom of the stairs.
"Ma, I didn't know she could." I could see Ma had gone right up in all their estimations. I came on behind as they went into the dining room opening the parcel Vince had pressed into my hands.
"Gosh, thanks, that's marvellous! It's a pair of football socks, I need a new pair!"
"We all clubbed together to get them," said Vince.
"With Love and Best Wishes From Us All," intoned Jim very seriously, and blushed deep red at the hoots of laughter, "But that's what it says on the card."
Vince snatched it away from him. "That's my sister Eileen, she saw me wrapping them up so she added that when I wasn't looking, the little beast." There was more laughter at this and then Ma announced that with the assistance of the three birthday boys - more subdued cackles - supper would be served.
It was marvellous, everyone sat on the floor with plates and we handed round sandwiches with all sorts of fillings to start. Then Mrs Ward brought in two big tureens of mashed potatoes and Ma followed with a great dish of special sausages she said she had made herself. They were gorgeous and everyone had seconds and Dave Morgan finished off the remains of the potato and gravy. Even I felt full and then we three were instructed to bring the cake and the buns in. The buns were lovely sticky yeast cakes which Ma only made on very special occasions and Mrs Gardiner's cake was scrumptious too.
Tim Parker who was sitting next to me sighed as he swallowed the last scrap of a sticky bun, "I shall go pop if I try to eat anything more!"
From the looks on their faces I think there would have been a general explosion if more food was forced on them.
As Ma came back into the room Tony said in very heartfelt tones, "Aw, Mrs Thomson, that was smashing, thanks."
"Good," she said smiling broadly, "I do hope you all had enough. I calculated it on what Jacko eats, then halved it!"
It was my turn to blush as all eyes swivelled to look at me.
"Ma's exaggerating, I don't eat all that much."
Mrs Ward joined in, "No, you're all the same, I always say it's cheaper to keep Matthew for a week than a fortnight."
That started off general laughter and grunts of thanks and approval of the birthday meal. No one tried to stand up.
"I think you'd all better just sit and talk," said Ma, "Rest your weary selves" She patted Roo on the head, "Your jaws must be quite tired with all that work you've just done!"
"I'm not the only one! Gosh, I'm full up, though!"
We sat and talked, mainly about school and the game to be played on Saturday. I nearly asked Vince about praying but thought better of it, I would sometime, though. While we were talking the bell went again and I heard Ma opening the door. It was Mrs Clarke and Billy.
Very soon after he came into the dining room bearing a heaped plate. "Hi, fellas, this looks good!" He came over and sat in the space between me and Vince. "I'm glad I came to keep an eye on him over there." He pointed a fork at his almost comatose, younger brother. "Not often he's as quiet as that, he must be very well fed!"
"We all are," said Tim, "I couldn't eat another morsel!"
"Good, all the more for me then, I'm quite peckish. Anyway," he turned to me, "you're a touch judge for us on Saturday, aren't you? Better keep your eyes open or the Brother'll get you, eh, Vince?" He directed that at the semi-comatose figure the other side of him. Vince grimaced and nodded. Billy forked a great helping of mash into his mouth. I could see he had quite a black shadow of beard on his face. He turned and grinned again and then whispered in my ear, "I've got a little surprise for young Nobbo on Saturday for his birthday, do you want to come round, and Matt can come too if he wants!" I nodded. "About three then, don't tell Nobbo though!"
He continued to chomp his way through the piled up food and I turned to listen to Tim who said he wanted to see the engine sometime. I arranged for Tuesday as I said I had a music lesson on Monday and I knew if Mike was there it wouldn't matter. He said his lesson was Monday too and he was doing Grade 5 at Christmas. I didn't know he played the piano as well, so I told him I was doing the same and that Mrs Tring had given me the Grade 6 music as a birthday present.
Time went very quickly, the copious food had had a good effect on the normal rather boisterous group. At quarter past seven Mrs Ward came in and made a sign to Matt. He stood up and very bravely, I thought, made a little speech of thanks to Ma and his Mum and Mrs Clarke and thanked everyone for coming and hoped they had enjoyed themselves. Nobbo and I were made to stand up and there were three cheers all round. There was a general exodus, Ma stood at the door and said they were to have a proper French goodbye. She then proceeded to kiss each of them on both cheeks much to their astonishment and merriment. A good time had obviously been had by all.
Nobbo, Matt and Billy remained. Nobbo said he wanted to see the engine properly so I took him up. I looked back and I could see Billy whispering something to Matt with Matt nodding agreement and then he put his arm round Matt's shoulder and hugged him up against his side. They followed us upstairs. I showed them how the engine worked and Billy wanted to know how I put the gears together. I told him I hadn't but that Mike O'Brien had done it when he came round last week.
"Oh, he's the Catholics' Captain isn't he? You know him?"
I explained that his Dad worked with mine and why he came round and that he wouldn't be Captain on Saturday. Billy didn't seem too pleased to hear that their best players would be back.
"That's torn it, we had a good practice on Tuesday but Duncan Buchanan can't play because he's hurt his leg and he's one of our best. It's a good job Cliff Bates is playing. He was having a County trial last time - we'll just have to run faster and hope the touch judges are on our side, eh?" He leaned over and patted me on the head.
"He's always doing that to me," Nobbo said, "Patting me on the head like that. It's annoying. It's 'cos he's bigger than us and we can't do it to him!" True, Billy was about six inches taller than either Nobbo or me.
"I don't mind, I haven't got a brother so I don't get patted!"
"You can have him anytime, I get ragged all the time when he's around."
"Only in fun, little brother, you like it really. You wouldn't know anything if you didn't have me around! Anyway, I wouldn't mind moving in here if Jacko gets fed like that all the time." With that he lay on my bed and pretended to go to sleep.
"Don't take any notice of him, he's always fooling about. He drives Mum nuts with his clowning."
"Family secrets, family secrets, I'll tell them all about you if you're not careful!" He rolled over and leapt off the bed and lifted Nobbo straight up in the air and then suddenly dropped him and caught him as he tumbled down. Matt and I gawped at this, we fully expected Nobbo to go crashing to the floor.
"Put me down, you fool, Mum'll hear you and we'll both be in trouble when we get home."
Billy put on an inane grin and cradled his struggling brother in his arms.
"Be quiet diddums, calm down now, sleepy byes."
Matt and I were almost in hysterics. Nobbo did quieten down, long practice at stopping his brother fooling about I suppose. Billy set him down on his feet, still with the inane grin on his face and patted him on the head.
Nobbo was about to explode when we heard footsteps coming up the stairs, it was Pa. He tapped on the door and poked his head round, he was taller and bigger than Billy.
"Your mother says if you're annoying your brother I've got to sort you out!"
Nobbo visibly brightened, "Oh, please do, I can't wait to grow up a bit more to do it myself!"
Billy took a couple of paces back, "I'm outnumbered, I surrender." He raised his hands in mock submission.
Pa grinned at him, pointed his hand as if it were a pistol and said in a very pukka voice, "You're under arrest then!" He changed the subject, "Have you enjoyed yourselves? And you, Jacko?"
We all said yes it had been smashing, the food was brilliant and Ma had done marvels.
"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it all, I'll see you all no doubt on Saturday because I'm coming to the games, and you've" - pointing at Nobbo - "got to be there to cheer on your brother! Bye, now!"
I don't know how Pa gets all his information I suppose Mrs Clarke had told him downstairs but it had an effect on Nobbo, he stared at Pa open-mouthed. Pa turned and walked out closing the door.
"I like your Dad," Billy said, "He's got a sense of humour, and so has your Mum. You should have seen that ginger lad blush when she kissed him goodbye and spoke to him in French. He won't forget that in a hurry!"
"Oh, that was Vince Hare, he's OK, we'll ask him about that tomorrow."
Mrs Clarke was calling up the stairs. Billy opened the door, "It's OK Mum, we'll be down." He motioned to Nobbo who went through, he turned and gave us the thumbs up sign and sauntered out. Matt and I looked at each other and didn't speak until we heard them at the bottom of the stairs amidst the general chatter going on.
"Did Billy say about Saturday?"
"Yes, he said not to tell Nobbo! I wonder what it is?"
"I don't know but it'll be fun, I like Billy, he's great. Anyway I've got a present for your birthday tomorrow." I handed him the package.
"What is it?"
"You'll see tomorrow."
He came over to me and put his arm round my shoulder. "Thanks, I've had a great time tonight, have you?"
"Yes, great," I put my mouth near his ear and whispered, "And I'm feeling very horny."
"Me too, but we can't now, I'll have to go."
"You'll do it tonight?"
He nodded, "You bet, and so will you. It'll be your first at fourteen?"
I said it would and he'd be fifteen tomorrow so he'd better celebrate that. "I wonder if Nobbo will tonight as well?"
He laughed, "I expect so, if he's like us!"
There was a general clatter downstairs as Mrs Clarke and her boys said their goodbyes and went. Matt turned to me.
"I'd better say goodbye the French way."
He kissed me on both cheeks and then brushed my lips with his. I did the same and felt my cock go rigid. He grimaced because the same must have happened to him.
"Oh Christ," he murmured, "I've got a hardon and Mum will be calling me to go down soon."
"Just hope that'll go down first! Here, have a look at this Meccano magazine, it'll take you mind off it!"
It was about another five minutes before we heard his Mum getting ready to go.
"OK now?"
"Yep, but I can't control it, can you?"
I shook my head and grinned.
We went downstairs where Mrs Ward was busy putting on her coat, "Come on then lad, you look if you've had enough to eat to last you a week!"
He patted his stomach, "Gosh, Mrs Thomson, that was smashing, thanks a lot for having me and all those others!"
"My pleasure, I'm glad you enjoyed it. You've got some nice friends there, they seem a very jolly lot."
Thinking about it later lying in bed, I suppose we had, there wasn't anyone I didn't like or really not get on with. My new tie and football socks were very generous presents. I wondered what surprise Billy had for Nobbo on Saturday. I'd told Ma I'd been invited over but didn't know what was planned. She said it was a surprise and I would like it, but she wouldn't say more. I liked Billy, it must be nice to have a big brother like that even if he was annoying at times.
I must ask Matt about being born in South Africa, 'cos he didn't tell me that when he showed me his stamps and does that mean he's an African? He can't be, Africans are black, so what is he? By this time my prick was ready for my first wank of my fifteenth year and as I came I held my cock in both hands and thought of Matt doing the same and then drifted off to sleep. I woke up with a start a couple of hours later lying on my side and realised I hadn't mopped up my come. Oh, hell! I would have to examine the sheets in the morning.
*
I looked first thing. Of course, there were tell-tale stains on the bottom sheet where my spunk had dripped off me when I'd turned over. I shrugged my shoulders, it didn't look too bad, if Ma noticed I hoped she would realise I was a growing boy. Perhaps she wouldn't notice, I doubted it. There had been a couple of times before when there were tiny stains but they were barely visible in comparison with today's evidence. I pulled the blankets up and made the bed as best as I could, Ma would only find out when she changed the sheets on Sunday. I got ready and went off to school.
Everyone was most congratulatory about the party. Those who had not been there were regaled with accounts of the amounts of food and looked suitably envious but there was no acrimony because they'd obviously been primed about the other party arranged later to which they would be invited. Ginger came in for some ribbing about the message on the card and maintained it wasn't his fault if his stupid sister did things like that and anyway Mrs Thomson was ever so nice. That set off cackles about him blushing when he said goodbye.
Matt was very pleased with the half dozen pencils I'd given him for his birthday present. I didn't tell him Granddad had given me a box of twenty-four when I'd visited his office about four years ago and I still had plenty left. I suppose I'd better give the same to Nobbo. Most of the rest of the conversation during the day was about the game tomorrow and how we would slaughter the Catholics. Matt's face looked very grim whenever the game was mentioned!
*
I called for Matt in the morning and we cycled together to the Catholic school. He was not at all talkative. Pa had said he would come later with Mike's Dad and he hoped the best team would win. Matt wasn't cheered by even that when I told him. He does worry!
When we arrived Mike was there, already changed and with the job of ushering us into a changing-room. Van came in while we were changing and said we were to do our best and even more so because if we lost it would cost him a lot in whiskey for the Brothers. He came over to Alan Foster and me.
"You've got a responsible job today, you two. Let's hope you do it as well as you did last time!"
He patted us on the back and walked out.
Alan let out a deep breath, "Phew! I'm glad it's him and not that Brother Jamieson we have! Anyway, we'd better get out and find who's the ref."
The ref was Rabbity who was as usual hopping about and at that moment giving last minute instructions to two of the Sixth-Formers on their tactics. He waved us onto the pitch, "Good, you're here. Don't forget, keep up with the game and watch out for anything that might happen and make sure you flag exactly where the ball crosses the line and where it came from! We don't want a repetition of last time, do we?"
As I wasn't sure what had happened last I could only reply, "No, sir!"
Just before the game began I saw Pa stroll up with Mike's Dad, he waved but didn't come over. They stood chatting and the game started. It was a fast game, Alan and I were kept running and luckily did nothing to disgrace ourselves. Our team got two tries and they had one penalty, so we won. Unfortunately, the Fourth Years lost but as Van said afterwards in the dressing room everyone should be satisfied, until next time! I couldn't see Pa or Dr O'Brien when Matt and I came out of the dressing room but Mike was outside talking to two other boys. When he saw me he called out that our Dads had gone in with the teachers to the Brothers' house, and made a tipping movement with his hand. One of his companions laughed and said they must smuggle all that whiskey in from Ireland and not to expect them home until suppertime. I waved back and went with Matt to cycle home.
"I'll call for you just before three, 'bout ten to, OK?"
I said I'd be ready and waiting and went in to report to Ma that Pa had stayed on with Mike's Dad and Mr Vansittart and I supposed Mr Pearce. She wrinkled her nose and looked stern but her eyes were twinkling. "Boys will be boys, I suppose. Those Brothers like a drink, so I hear! And Mr and Mrs Vansittart are coming to supper tonight so I hope he and your father will be sober! At least you'll be out of the way."
Pa came up on his bicycle just as I was waiting at the gate for Matt.
"Oh, dear, I think I've got a headache! Is you mother in a good mood?" He got off the bike gingerly and walked round the back of the house. I'd only seen Pa a bit squiffy on a couple of occasions, usually at Christmas. Should I go and see Ma's welcome? Too late, Matt arrived and we went off to Nobbo's.
Nobbo was very surprised when we turned up, especially with the presents we brought him. Billy said the major surprise was a visit to the flicks for all of us, courtesy of their Mum. She was a sister at the local hospital and was on afternoon duty and their Dad was away in the Army. I rarely went to the pictures and I don't think Matt went much either so it would be a real treat. Billy said there was tea to follow and as we had to be at the pictures by three forty-five we'd better get a move on. He was limping a bit and said he had been stood on after a scrum.
When we got back from the film we had tea and then went upstairs to their room. It wasn't as big as mine and they had bunk beds. Billy explained they had always shared especially as their Mum was often on night duty and they were alone in the house. He sat down heavily on the bottom bed.
"My bloody leg hurts, I bet I've got bruises!"
Matt asked what had happened.
"Oh, that Simon Kay who's our scrum half fumbled a ball coming out of the scrum and I grabbed it and started to run but their scrum half, that thickset red-haired one," he turned to me, "You said his name's O'Brien, didn't you? Well, he hared round and tackled me and then some bastard great forward of theirs booted me in the thigh getting at the ball! I've got quite a scratch on my leg and it aches like hell!"
"Mum says you should always clean up scratches with iodine. I'll get some from the cabinet."
"Oh, no, that stings even worse!"
"I'll tell Mum and she'll make you!"
"OK, go and get it, then!"
Nobbo beetled off and Billy stood up and dropped his trousers. He certainly had very hairy legs. "Pardon me while I'm being operated on!"
Nobbo soon came back with a bottle of iodine and some cotton wool. "Turn round and let's have a look!"
Billy had been kicked, hard. There was a large bruise developing and three bloody scratches on his hairy thigh.
"Pull your shirt up or it'll get this stuff on it!"
Billy complied and twisted round to look down. I noticed he had another scratch on his side.
"There's another scratch here," I said, pointing.
Nobbo was all efficiency, "Come on, Bill, take your shirt off and I can put it on properly!"
Billy pulled the shirt off over his head. There was quite a scratch running up his side and I also noticed he had hair growing above his belly button. Nobbo put some iodine on the cotton wool and dabbed at Billy's leg. He winced.
"This'll clean it up."
"Oh, it sodding hurts, ouch! Watch how much you put on you little bastard! He wants to be a doctor when he grows up, don't you, eh, Crippen?"
Nobbo poured a liberal dose out and painted it on the leg scratches. Billy jumped. "Ouch, that stings!"
"And your side, turn round!"
Billy did so making whistling noises, "Christ, look at that bruise! Wait till we play that sodding team again, I'll have that scrum half and that forward, I'll kick them in the goolies."
"Oh," I said, "Mike's coming round on Tuesday for some Maths coaching with my dad. I'll tell him to expect a dropped goal!"
Billy laughed, "I like that! No, I'll just tap him where it hurts when no-one's looking! But it was that forward who did the damage, I'll have him, he must have scratched my side as well!"
By this time Nobbo had finished and had capped the bottle and put it down. Billy went to pat him on the head but Nobbo caught hold of his arm and because he had his trousers round his ankles Billy lost his footing and toppled over. Nobbo fell onto his chest and shouted out, "I can get my own back now! Come on you two, help me! Matt, you grab his legs and Jacko, hold his arm down your side."
Billy was still floundering about as Matt and I did as we were told.
"Big bastard! He's always getting the better of me when he wrestles me. Now it's my turn!"
Billy was moaning, "Mind my leg, it hurts!"
"Never mind your leg, I'm going to give you whatfor now!" He looked up at us, "He's ever so ticklish, watch!"
With that he knelt on Billy's left arm and began to tickle his chest and side. Billy squirmed and giggled, he was really at Nobbo's mercy. Nobbo's other hand moved across Billy's stomach and he plucked at some of the hairs growing there. His hand went lower exploring under the waistband of Billy's pants.
"Give them a tug down, Matt, go on, please!"
Matt reached up and as Billy squirmed to an attack on his left nipple his buttocks raised up a bit and Matt grabbed his pants and pulled them down. What a sight, he had a massive bush of curly black hair with a patch reaching up to his navel and his thick dong lay against his thigh. Nobbo leaned down and gave it a tweak.
"Got you now, Billy boy, it's your turn! Shall we paint your little thing with lovely iodine? That'll make you jump, eh!"
"You little sods, let me up, I'm exhausted!"
Nobbo's response was to return to a comprehensive tickle of his chest and side. I looked at Matt, who grinned and I nodded towards Billy's cock. Matt shifted himself a bit on Billy's legs and put his hand out and stroked it along it's length.
"Oh Christ!" Billy spluttered, "I'm getting a fucking hardon now!"
"Good," said Nobbo, "It's only what you do to me!" He stopped suddenly and looked at us, he'd forgotten we were there, I suppose, in his excitement at getting one over Billy.
"Don't worry, Nobbo, I've seen your brother's cock before!" Matt said rather excitedly.
"I know, he told me. Do you want to do it to him now?" He turned to Billy, "Eh?"
My prick was straining against the front of my shorts, "I've got a hardon too. Can we do it together? Let Billy get up!"
Billy's prick was now fully erect as the three of us stood up. I dropped my shorts and pants first and pulled my pullover and shirt off. My cock was at full attention. Nobbo eyed me as his shorts and other things came off and he displayed a replica of mine, even to size. Matt wasn't far behind but his length outdistanced ours as we stood there looking down at the supine Billy. He sat up, then grimaced as he stood up and shuffled out of his trousers. He and Matt certainly matched for size and thickness even though Billy was some five or so inches taller and more than two years older.
"Hell, you had me worried there, I thought I was going to end up with a dark brown cock!" He inspected the three of us, "Christ, you three look like fucking rod, pole and perch and a bloody large parrot could sit on that one!" He pointed at Matt's massive tool as we all laughed. "Come on Matt, you'd better finish off what you started. Hey! Tony, put a towel down!"
Putting a towel down was obviously a common feature on these occasions. I stood behind Nobbo as he laid the towel neatly in front of Billy and as he stood up put my hand round and encircled his prick. Matt was standing just behind Billy and did the same to him. I worked Nobbo's foreskin up and down quite slowly to start with and could see Matt doing the same. I could see Billy was very muscular and hairy and had big balls.
Matt must have put his left hand down between the crack of Billy's arse because he moved his legs further apart and I saw Matt's hand come through and cup his balls. I did the same to Nobbo and gently squeezed his balls as I continued to pull his wiry cock. My own prick was almost at bursting point and as Nobbo leant back against me I could feel my shaft throbbing against his buttock. I pulled back a bit sharper and noticed that Nobbo's foreskin was like mine and didn't go right back. A final three or four sharp tugs set his climax off and he shot up and over the towel almost splashing Billy's feet. I clasped his hot cock and watched as Matt pulled down on Billy's balls making his prick seem even bigger as his skin was stretched right back. Billy was now leaning back with his mouth open and eyes tight shut. His fat knob twitched and a single spurt of come shot out followed after a few more strokes by a rain of thick drops of white spunk. He breathed out deeply through his open mouth and opened his eyes as Matt stopped.
"Fucking marvellous!" he sighed, "Come on Jacko, it's your turn."
Matt and I exchanged partners. Billy was still breathing deeply as he closed his whole hand over my prick and held me close to him with his other arm. I could feel how warm and solid his body felt against my back. "D'you like it slow," he whispered. I nodded. "You're a bit too short for me to hold your balls, but don't worry, it'll be good." It was bloody good. He circled my cock with thumb and forefinger and pulled down gently on my shaft he moistened his first finger of his other hand on his tongue and began to circle round my right nipple.
It didn't tickle, on the contrary, the pleasure was very intense and coupled with the surging feelings between my legs I soon felt I was getting ready to come. "Open your mouth, stick you tongue out!" His finger left my nipple for a moment and brushed against the tip of my tongue. He touched my nipple again, now moistened with my own spittle. My cock went into spasms and I shot a stream of spunk straight over the towel hitting Nobbo above the belly button just as he too was coming.
Billy tightened his hold across my chest, "My God! that's a birthday treat for you, eh, Tony? Drowned in a sea of spunk!" He gave my chest a squeeze, "Look at Tony's face, he's gone pop-eyed with wonder! God! I've never seen anyone shoot like that before!". He reached down and cupped my balls. "Where d'you get it all from? My bollocks are twice the size of yours and I don't fire off as much as that, or as far!" He put both arms across my chest and pulled me against him. "Are you OK, Tony? Shot in the line of duty, eh?" His brother nodded and we all burst into a peal of laughter. Billy released me and put one arm affectionately round my shoulder, "How long have you been able to do it like that, Jacko?"
We stood in a circle and I went through the story about Alun staying with us and tossing off and all the things he told me. Then how Tony Marcham said at the beginning of term he was jacking off and making spunk so I hadn't been beating my meat for long but I had shot a long way when I did it with him.
Matt butted in, "Jacko made me jump when he shot so much the first time we did it as well." Then he told us a bit about how he found out when he had wet dreams and how long he'd been making spunk.
Billy still had his arm round my shoulder and hugged me, "What about that, Jacko? Your cousin certainly has a vocabulary! Gosh, Matt! you were an early bird, 'cos I was over thirteen when I shot spunk first and it wasn't wet dreams. Let's see, my birthday's beginning of March and it was in the Easter holidays after that when I was round at Paul Wright's - you know him, he's about seven months older than I am and we were playing around in his shed. Well, he asked me if I had hair round my cock and then said did I want to see his and he got it out and it was all stiff. He was taller than me then and wrestled me and made me toss him off and while I was doing it to him I shot a load in my pants. He just laughed when I showed him and said 'better luck next time'. Next day I told him I would tell his Mum if he didn't do it to me properly so we spent the rest of the holiday jacking each other off and I haven't stopped since!"
"No he hasn't, it's nearly every night, eh, Billy? But I've been copying him for years, oh, since I was in the Junior School but I only found I could make stuff properly at Easter this year. It was great!" He looked at Billy who grinned back at him. "We take turns who sleeps in the top bunk and he woke me up years ago when I was in the bottom bunk one night 'cos he was making the whole thing rock. Can I tell them, Billy?"
Billy nodded, "Oh, yes, go on!"
"Well, next night I said I wanted to sleep up aloft and I stayed awake and I could see in the wardrobe mirror that he was doing something to his cock. When he'd finished I tried rubbing mine but I did it for ages and nothing happened so I went to sleep. Then next day was a Saturday and Mum and Dad were out and when we went upstairs and got undressed for bed he got me down on the bottom bunk and looked at my cock and his was all stiff and sticking out of his 'jamas.
I said I'd seen him rubbing his thing the night before and why did he do it. He said if he showed me I'd to promise not to say, so I promised and he made stuff and then he rubbed me for a long time and nothing happened. It gave me a nice feeling, though!"
"Oh, just like when Alun did it to me!"
"Yeah, well, next day Billy told me about the boy doing it to him and we tried again. I did it to Billy and made him come, but I didn't and he said it was 'cause I was only eleven and I wasn't old enough. But, we did it lots of times like that, eh, Billy? Then last Easter Monday I had a cold and I was feeling miserable and had nothing to do and Billy was out with the Boys' Brigade band so I tried again and made proper stuff!"
"Christ, since then he always at me to toss him off! It's every day, 'Please, Billy! Can we do it?'" He reached out and put an arm round Nobbo as well. "You're a good kid, really, and you're growing fast too!" He reached down and felt Nobbo's limp cock.
"Me want it! You're always at it as well. What about that time Ma nearly caught you in the bathroom? That got you worried!"
"Yeah, and that wasn't the only time! I know the morning you mean, 'cos I'd just had a bath and Tony had been cleaning his teeth and I desperately needed a wank when I got out. I was standing by the sink and Tony was watching then he went out and I heard Ma ask where I was and he said in the bathroom and I'd got to a point where I knew I couldn't stop. Luckily he said I'd just got out of the bath so Ma didn't come in otherwise she'd have caught me, red handed!"
"Red cocked, I think!" I said gravely, but with a huge grin on my face.
He hugged me tight and grinned back, "I think your family has quite a sense of humour between them - I wouldn't mind meeting your cousin Alun some time, he sounds great fun, especially when he flogs his donkin!"
"He is, I'll bring him round if he stays with us again!"
Matt was more or less standing opposite us three as Billy had an arm round both of us. Slowly, Matt's prick began to stiffen and Billy hugged Nobbo.
"I think it's time we gave our guests another treat. Young Matt looks as if he'll soon be up and coming again!"
He let go of us and walked across the towel and stood behind Matt and took hold of his rising dick. I felt Nobbo's fingers ring my almost limp shaft.
"Come on then you two!" announced Billy, "Let's see who's made of sterner stuff!"
Nobbo ran his fingers up and down the underside of my prick which hardened immediately. "Billy showed me that. It get's him hard ever so quick." I also came very quickly, just a squirt this time, nothing to be ashamed of but Matt beat me this time with a magnificent spurt of pearly come.
"Christ, you two come gallons between you!" sighed Billy, "What you'll be like, young Jacko, when you're my age I can't imagine and as for the size of that prick, Matt, surely it can't get any bigger?"
Both Nobbo and Billy had erections by now so it was their turn. I held Billy's prick for a long time in my clenched fist just feeling it and giving it gentle squeezes as I pulled back his foreskin. His knob seemed huge and I put a tentative finger under the rim and stroked the tight skin joining the knob. I continued to squeeze and stroke and his thick, hard prick responded by getting even harder in my fist. "Oh, my God!" he murmured, "For Christ's sake don't stop!" As he said this his breath was coming in little jerks and his leg and stomach muscles were all tight and standing out and his prick began to throb. "Oh Christ, Oh Christ, Ohhhh Christ!" he murmured in quick succession as I pulled down hard.
I felt his muscles clench his buttocks together and the rough curly hair on the back of his legs rasped against me. I could also feel his balls were hard and up tight at the base of his cock. There was a terrific pounding in his cock as he shot an immense load and breathed out deeply, "Oh, my God, just hold it there, Jacko!" - he was breathing heavily and faster now - "Oh, please!, hold on!" A long string of come was hanging from his knob. We stood, his prick still hard in my fist as Matt finished Nobbo off. Billy breathed out deeply again, "That was the most fantastic wank, Jacko, I don't think I've ever shot so much! Where did you learn how to do it like that?"
I gave his prick another squeeze and the come dropped away, "I didn't learn it anywhere, you've just got a nice big prick and I liked doing it to you and I wish mine was big like that, and I wish I had hair on my legs like yours!"
"It's not fair is it, Billy and Matt have got huge things and Matt's got hair as well as Billy!"
"But you two are younger than us. Anyway Tony, you know mine hasn't always been as big as this, 'cos when I showed you how I did it that first time it wasn't much bigger than yours and you were only a little kid."
"But it grew big quickly!"
"It didn't, yours is just like mine when I was fourteen and you know it is 'cos when you measured it with that ruler last week you said it was just over four and a half inches and that was the same as mine on my fourteenth birthday 'cos I showed you in my diary! And you know it was when I was sixteen that it got as long as it is now 'cos I let you measure it on my birthday then and you said it was six inches and it only swelled out fat after that!"
"But it's more than six inches now, 'cos I saw what you put in your diary last birthday when you were seventeen!"
"You sneaky toad, you've been reading my diary!"
"I can't read it 'cos you won't tell me the code but I did see six and a quarter in figures so I guessed! So there!"
Billy grabbed Nobbo and picked him up in a bear hug and as Nobbo struggled rubbed his dark face against Nobbo's pink cheek and said in a tone as if talking to a small child, "Big brother'll smack your little bottom and pull your little goolies off if little brother reads big brother's private diary."
Matt and I were convulsed at this and were laughing heartily.
"Let me go, your face is all rough and if you don't let me go I'll tell them what you write in there about what you and that Paul Wright like doing!" Billy put a hand down between Nobbo's legs and gripped his balls. "Ouch, let go, I promise not to look again!"
"You little oik! I thought you didn't know my code!" He gave him more of a bear hug. "Still, I love you brother dear even if you are a nosy little prick!"
With that he dropped Nobbo onto his feet and held him against him. "Well lads, quite a birthday treat for you, even Tony here has enjoyed himself I think. He's never been fourteen before so do you think we should give him bumps to finish off his celebrations today?"
Matt said he didn't think so, 'cos he really had enjoyed himself and he liked being fifteen and he didn't want to be bumped as well. Nobbo looked very grateful, so I said we had all had a good time not forgetting the pictures, and we could forget the bumps this year.
"OK, you lot, stick together, let's get dressed and then we can go down and see if there's any food left."
We tidied up and got dressed and Billy produced a plate of buns which we polished off. It was almost nine o'clock when Matt and I said our goodbyes to them and cycled back homewards.
"I like Billy, he's great fun isn't he? And Nobbo's OK too!"
"Yep, I'm glad I got invited 'cos I liked Billy that time in the summer and it was good tonight!"
We parted at my gate and Matt cycled on. I put my bike in the shed and went in by the back door. The supper party was in full swing, I could hear Van laughing and as I went into the kitchen Ma came out of the dining room.
"Did you have a good time at the pictures, dear?"
"How did you know?"
"Mrs Clarke told me she was getting Billy to arrange it all as she had to be on duty. So you had a good time? Plenty to eat?"
"Oh yes, we've been talking and finished up the food just now."
"I don't suppose you want to come in, there's Mr and Mrs Vansittart and the Trings, 'cause he's home on leave."
"No, I'll go on up. I'm quite tired after the game this morning and having to keep running up and down."
"Yes, Mr Vansittart has been most complimentary about you tho' he and your father will have headaches tomorrow after what they must have had with the Brothers and tonight!"
Ma gave me some cocoa and I crept upstairs mug in hand. I undressed and got into bed and sipped the hot liquid slowly listening to the faint noise of merriment downstairs. What a marvellous day, if Matt was enjoying being fifteen I was enjoying being fourteen so far. I thought about the game and what Billy had said about Mike, I'll tell him that on Tuesday if I dare. Then I remembered the film, rather overshadowed by the later events. I'd better think about the film as Pa will be sure to ask all about it. I wondered what Nobbo had meant about what Billy and Paul Wright liked doing.
I put the empty mug down on the side table and settled to sleep. I woke suddenly lying on my side in the middle of a very vivid dream where Mike and Matt and Nobbo and Tony were all standing round watching while Billy was gripping my enormous prick which was twice as big and thick as his and jacking me off and I was just coming, coming, coming - Oh hell - I pulled the covers back and there on the bottom sheet was a big pool of spunk. I'd had my first wet dream. Big Jim was wrong then, 'cos I'd come twice already at Nobbo's, so wanking didn't really stop them. I looked at my prick, Oh hell, it wasn't anywhere as big as in the dream, it just looked all shrivelled and slug-like now. Oh hell, again, Ma would be changing the sheets in the morning so she's bound to see what I'd done. As the come soaked in the stain increased, Oh hell, the fourth time, can't do anything about it so I dropped off to sleep again.
*
I was awakened when Ma came in just after eight o'clock and pulled the black-out curtains back.
"Come on, Jacko, how do you say it? No slugging today, up you get. I've got lots to do clearing up after last night and your father is still in bed saying he's got a headache! You can change the sheets on your bed for once and put the dirty ones in the laundry basket! The clean ones are in the airing cupboard. And then get your father two aspirins from the bathroom cabinet and some water. Come on, up you get!"
She turned briskly and went off down the stairs. I remembered the flood of the night before and had a great sense of relief. If I changed the sheets as instructed she wouldn't see the tell-tale stains. I pulled the blankets and top sheet back a bit. The evidence was there plain to see, one large creamy irregular stain. My trouble was I didn't come in little drops and where did it all come from anyway? I felt my balls. I knew they produced the stuff from what I'd heard at school and what Tony had told me about the bull. Billy was right, they're not all that big but if my balls were as big as Billy's would I shoot even more?
I got out of bed and washed and dressed then carefully took the sheets off the bed and inspected the bottom sheet again. Not only was there the big stain but some smaller ones from the other night. I would have to be more careful. Perhaps I should wear pyjama trousers. I thought of Matt and his sticky pyjamas, perhaps not. I dropped the sheet on the floor and was just folding the top one when Ma came into the bedroom again.
"Here, let me help you with that, then get your father the aspirins as I have to 'phone the works to say he'll be in later as he's supposed to be there this morning at nine for something or other."
She bent down and picked up the spunk-stained sheet.
"Come on, grab the corners and we'll fold it up much quicker."
Oh, my God, would she spot the come on the sheet? I don't think she did but I saw her eyes glance along as we folded it. She took the sheets with her and I went behind her to the bathroom to get the aspirins. I saw her open the laundry basket and dump them in and breathed a sigh of relief.
The curtains were drawn in their bedroom when I took Pa the aspirins and a glass of water. His only response as I tapped him on the shoulder was a long drawn out "Ughhh". He drank the water and swallowed the tablets, "Thanks son, I think I've got a touch of the Irish flu! But I bet Joe O'Brien is worse! Tell your mother I'll be up in fifteen minutes."
I reported the conversation to Ma whose only response was to laugh and say she bet the Brothers were immune and he'd better get up very soon. I went up and made my bed with the clean sheets and when I'd finished I wanted to have a shit so went out on the landing to go to the lav. As I got outside my room I heard Ma talking to Pa in their bedroom in her usual very precise way.
"Come on, James, you'd better get up now. I 'phoned and one of the daughters said her father 
would also be late and I can guess why!" There was a slight pause. "By the way I think you need to have a little talk with Jacko." My ears pricked up at this, I stood stock still, I must have opened my door quietly so she didn't know I was there. "You know what I mean!" A mumbled response came from Pa and then I heard Ma say "On his sheets, of course!" Oh, hell, she had noticed. More mumble, then "Sooner than later, I would think! He might be worried about it. I know I would be if I were a boy and I wasn't told! Girls get told things much earlier!" Oh relief, but more mumble, then, "Well I think you ought to! This afternoon, go for a walk, it'll clear your head for one thing!"
I tiptoed back to my room all thoughts of a long relieving sit forgotten. I would have to wait and see but at least I knew they knew. After a couple of minutes my insides told me I shouldn't delay much longer so I opened the door more loudly this time, went to the lav, remembered to wash my hands, scuttled downstairs and did some piano practice.
After lunch, at which I excelled again in demolishing a stack of food, Pa was right on cue. "I think I'll take the car out to below Alvescott and have a walk, it'll finish clearing my head of the Brothers' potations as Joe calls them! Want to come, Jacko? Bit of fresh air?"
On cue I agreed and we set off. Pa was fairly quiet driving out, grunting only when a couple of cyclists wobbled a bit in front of him. He parked the car at the side of the road and we climbed a gate and made off up the hill.
"Have you had a good birthday this year?"
"Oh yes, the party was a great surprise and everyone said they'd enjoyed it!"
"Yes, your mother said she had a good time too and she thought all your pals were very nice. You know it was her idea to combine with the other mums for Matthew and Tony Clarke as well. Matthew's sister Julia works in our office and she told me her brother's birthday was the day after yours, so I told your mother and she arranged the rest in consultation with the so-called French Circle."
"Yes, it was good, 'cos someone else told her it was Nobbo's - I mean Tony Clark's - birthday on Saturday and he might have been left out."
"Oh, yes, you went to the pictures after the game on Saturday. What did you see?"
I told him about the American cowboy epic and he expressed polite interest but I don't think cowboys and Indians really interested either of us much. I changed the subject and said I enjoyed being touch judge at the game but I wouldn't mind playing sometime but they only chose the older and bigger ones. Pa came in on cue again.
"Well, you are fourteen now and by the amount you pack away at meal-times I'm certain you'll be growing soon."
"Oh, I am, I've grown an inch and a half since Easter, I put a mark behind my door then and I stood against it on Thursday."
"Good, I expect you'll be as tall as me very soon at that rate. In fact your mother said she thought you were beginning to get much taller when we got your new trousers." He paused and sucked on his pipe. "Your mother also said I had better talk to you about growing up and other things."
I took the plunge, "Oh, if Ma saw the sheet that was an accident, it happened last night when I was asleep. I don't usually let it happen like that."
Pa stopped, took his pipe out of his mouth and began to laugh. "I think, Jacko, you've said it all. I was a bit nervous about talking about all this but you're OK. No worries?"
I shook my head, I took the plunge again, "Matt's dad told him it was only natural, it happened to all boys and he shouldn't worry about it and he shouldn't worry if he had to do other things."
"Oh, you've discussed it with Matt? When was this?"
"Oh, after school a few weeks ago, we sit together now and we're best friends. I think he was a bit worried and wanted to know if it was true things happened for others as well so I told him I hadn't had dreams like him but I did..." I paused and bit my lip, Pa put an arm round my shoulder.
"Jacko, Jacko, Jacko, there's absolutely nothing to worry about, all boys do it, all the time. Growing up happens to us all, don't forget I grew up as well! But didn't you know before? You know, boys saying things at school?"
Another plunge, "Oh yes and Alun explained things when he was here at Easter. He said you learn things from cousins and brothers, that's what they're for!"
Pa laughed again, "True, your uncle Dick was a mine of information for both your Uncle Edward and me. Mostly inaccurate I found out later but that's experience. Your uncle Edward was a better source of information but even he told me things guaranteed to make my hair curl! That was until I realised he was teasing me unmercifully as usual."
He smiled down at me, "However, Commander Ward was quite accurate in his advice to Matt, it's all quite natural and nothing to get bothered about and it doesn't worry your Ma or me, it's just that we want you to be happy. Don't forget your dad was young like you once so I don't mind if you want to ask me any questions because I'll try to answer them. I suppose I had better ask if there is anything you want to know now?"
I shook my head, then thought of something which I had wondered about, "Oh, there is something," - Pa put his pipe back in his mouth still looking down at me, - "all my friends have brothers or sisters, you know, Matt has an older sister and Nobbo Clark's got his big brother Billy and cousin Alun's got two brothers, but I haven't got anybody else."
Pa looked at me steadily and hugged me tighter. "It's very simple and then again it's not. When you were born your mother was very ill for a time and the doctors said she really shouldn't have any more children. Well, about three years later we thought it might be alright but your Ma was ill again and she had what's called a miscarriage, that is the baby couldn't grow properly inside her and the doctors said a final no, so, you are Jacko, one alone. A great pity, because we always wanted you to have brothers or sisters but it couldn't be helped. Do you see?"
I nodded and put my arm round Pa's waist, "Shall we go to the top of the hill now?"
All Pa said was "I think you're nearly there now, Jacko!"
We continued up and wandered along the ridge for a while in silence. I was a bit down as I was thinking about Ma and how she had been ill. Pa broke the spell by saying that he'd had to go to work this morning for a quick meeting to plan things because they thought they had a breakthrough for the War Office. I said what was that and he said he couldn't tell me that but it was very important for their work in the next three months and he would have to go down to London soon for discussions. He then said all his headaches had gone, looking at me very meaningfully, and that we had better get home in time for tea, otherwise growing boys might starve and be stunted in their development.
As soon as we got in Pa announced he was quite free of headache and that I had no worries and I had told him I'd grown an inch and a half since Easter. Ma gave me one of her all-enveloping hugs and said I'd better have a proper fitting that evening for the trousers so she could get them ready for after half-term and she would make certain there was plenty in the hems to let down later.
Gosh, what a week, I cradled my rampant cock in my left hand as I drank my cocoa in bed that night and reviewed the week's events. Everything seemed to be happening so fast, but some things not fast enough. If only I was as big as Matt, or Mike, or Billy. I drank the rest of the cocoa down as quick as I could and reached out to put the mug on the bedside table. Oh crikey, there lay a neatly folded towel. Someone in my family certainly did have a sense of humour!