Chapter 7
October 4th 1943
Monday morning Ma banged on my door at quarter to eight saying I would be late if I didn't hurry and breakfast was ready.  I got out of bed and carefully put the towel on the rail by the sink.  Ma always said they only bought the house because someone had the foresight to put a sink in each bedroom.  I washed and dressed, putting my new tie on, and went down for breakfast and listened while Ma hummed and sang some French ditty.
     She ruffled my hair as she placed a plate in front of me and asked if I was OK as I was looking pensive.  I said I was alright but Pa had told me she'd been ill when I was born and then again later and I hadn't known about it until yesterday and I'd been thinking about it and I was sorry about it all.  She said Pa had told her about our conversation but that was all in the past and I wasn't to worry about it any further because she was perfectly OK now.  She ruffled my hair again and told me to get on with my breakfast as I would be late for school.  I continued eating and then remembered something which had electrified the boys at the party.
     "Where did you learn to do that whistle?  You know, you did it at the bottom of the stairs at the party. The boys were most impressed and Vince Hare said he didn't think his mother could do it!"
     Ma laughed, "I must ask Mrs Hare whether she can, but it's very simple.  Your Grandma and Grandpa always had students living with them and you know that's how I met your father, well, I learned how to whistle like that from one of them.  It was the Swiss boy who married your Auntie Lilian just before your Dad and I got married.”
     “Oh dear," she laughed again, "The Swiss boy, your uncle Johann, he's the same age as your Dad so he's not a boy any more!  I haven't seen either Lilian or him since I came to England.  He was studying Law and was very funny, always playing jokes on everyone, even Papa and it took a lot of courage to do that until you got to know him.  Papa liked him very much as he said he brought a breath of fresh Swiss air into our stuffy household!  How he could say that with three daughters plus all the various students we had from all over the place.
     Anyway, I don't think Johann was approved of at home in Switzerland because he had a sense of humour and we think he got packed off to cool down!  He didn't, he kept us very entertained and taught us all to yodel and whistle.  I often wonder how they are?  We've only had one message from them since the war began.  Their son is Johann as well, he's a bit younger than you, a year and a few months, I think he'll be thirteen this Christmas."
     I didn't know Ma could whistle like that until I heard her on Thursday, let alone yodel!  Oh, yes, I had seen photos of a smiling couple with a small boy in the album.
     "Is that Auntie Lilian and Uncle Johann in the album?  The photos with the boy on them as well?"
     "I expect so, they sent us some in August 1939, just after your Grandma died.  We'll have to have a look at them sometime.  Come on now, it's time you were off!"
     With that I was chivvied out of the kitchen and told not to be late as Mrs Tring wanted to give me a longer lesson as it wasn't long to the exams.
     School that day was the usual tedious grind.  Van was not at all complimentary about the performance of certain members of the class who had played on Saturday.  He said the only saving grace was that the senior side had won and that we all had better wake up a bit for next time.  We all looked at each other as not all had been involved, so what was planned?   Huggy was a bit better tempered and made a veiled comment about not being able to attend the match and so had missed out on the entertainment.  I had the impression he looked at me so perhaps he'd heard about Pa and Van going with the Brothers for a potation.   Must tell Tony about that word, it sounds good.
     Mrs Tring was also not too pleased with progress so she said, more practice needed and more concentration.  Practised like mad after supper and was interrupted in the middle of a scale by Ma coming in and saying Mrs Marcham was on the `phone.  Apparently, Tony, Roo and Cleggy were supposed to be going at half-term to stay with Tony's great-aunt and do another overnight hike while there, but Cleggy had said he didn't want to go so would I like to go and stay and did I think Matthew would like to as well.

     "You can go if you like, Jacko.  You'd better talk to Mrs Marcham about it."
     I went into the hall and picked up the phone.
     "Hello, Mrs. Marcham, it's Jacko here."
     "Ah, hello, I could hear your mother telling you about it.  The boys are staying with my husband's aunt, Mrs Crossley, the General's widow.   She lives at the manor house out at Ulvescott.  There's plenty of room and she says another one won't make any difference if your friend Matthew Ward wants to go as well.  Here, have a word with Tony, and if you want to go and you think Matthew Ward would like to as well I'll send Tony round with a note."
     There was a moment or two of silence then Tony was on the other end.  
     "Jacko, Cleggy said tonight he doesn't want to go on the hike this time, of course you don't have to do that but Mum thought you would like to come with us and stay at Great-aunt Mary's while we go off and if Matt comes he can keep you company.  Mum `phoned Aunt Mary just now to check that it would be alright.  We're cycling over on the Sunday morning, it'll be the twenty-fourth, and we're coming back the next Saturday.  It's about twenty miles so Dad says, on the road past Alvescott.  The house is big and Auntie says we're all welcome.  Would you like that?"
     I thought quickly and remembered that Pa had said he would probably be going down to London that week so Ma could go with him.
     "Oh, yes please, and I'm sure Matt would like to as well!  We won't be trouble for your Aunt?"
     "No, she said it would be nice to have some young people in the house again.  I'll get Mum to write a note and I'll take it round to Matt's now.  OK, see you tomorrow at school!"
     With that he put the `phone down at the other end.  I turned to Ma, "Would that be alright, 'cos if it's half-term week Pa said he would probably have to go down to London and if I'm away you could go with him!"
     She laughed, "Of course, a good solution, your father will be pleased as well I expect.  I'll go and tell him.  Right, now back to practice!"
     I felt quite excited about the prospect of being away at half-term, it would be like a holiday I hoped and Matt should be good company.  I wondered what Tony's Great-Aunt Mary was like.  I must ask Ma if I have any Great-Aunts!  Anyway this spurred me on to practice quite hard and when Ma came in again she said what I had played sounded quite good.
     When I went up to bed that evening I thought I would keep a diary like Tony.  I fished around in my top drawer and found the one Granddad had very kindly sent me last Christmas.  I'd already listed birthdays in it and had noted that Alun had visited us but otherwise it was blank.  I suppose a little cross each time would be a good record.  Ah, then an initial for someone else.  I turned the pages, goodness it was only three weeks last Saturday for the first time.  I sat by my desk and thought through the times.  Really it was quite easy as I knew I hadn't missed a day, then some days it was more than once and on Saturday it was three times including the wet dream.
     By the time I had finished I was amazed, twenty-three days and thirty-four times I had come.  I would have to ask Tony again as he said dozens of times since July and I wondered about Alun and the number of times since he started.  Oh, well, another cross for me for Monday the fourth!
*
     On Tuesday Cleggy just said he didn't feel he wanted to do another overnight hike so soon as he'd now got five badges so the next ones could wait until Easter.  Matt, on the other hand, was very pleased at being asked and said he was looking forward to it very much.  During afternoon break Tony said he was still rather puzzled why Cleggy didn't want to go but he said we should have a good time as the house was very big and Aunt Mary, although he thought she was very old, was very kind and nice.
     Tony said that he and Ginge were practising First Aid that evening for another badge so he was going round to his house after school and they would bandage up the sister who had put the message on the card!   As Tim Parker was coming round to see the engine I waited for him and we collected our bikes and rode back to my house.  I said I had been practising hard and when we got in he asked if he could hear me play.
     I played over my pieces and he said they were coming on OK and then he sat down and played them all through again.  Oh God, he was much better than me, in fact he sounded just like Mrs Tring.  Just as he was finishing the last piece the door bell rang and it was Mike.
     "Was that you playing just then?"
     "No, it was a friend of mine, Tim Parker, we've got our Grade 5 exams at Christmas and he's much better than me!"
     "It sounded very good, my youngest sister's doing Grade 3 this year but she doesn't practise enough!  Anyway, I'm sorry I'm late but we had some extra rugger training this afternoon as we are playing away at another school on Saturday.  Your Dad's not home yet?"
     I said he wasn't but as it was nearly six o'clock we all went into the kitchen and I made some tea but still couldn't find any biscuits.  I think Ma hides them to keep them out of my clutches.  We sat and chatted and I explained that Tim had actually come round to see the engine but we'd played through our exam pieces instead.
     Tim said he was taking Music as an extra subject at School Certificate as his brother had done the same when he took it.  Apparently his brother, John, plays the cello very well and wants to play in an orchestra.  He was just telling us this when Ma and Pa came in and Mike went off for his lesson.  Ma said she remembered Tim from the party and I said, with a wry face, he could play much better than me.  Ma just said I should practice more.
     Tim said if I liked he would come round during the week sometime and we could practice together.  We decided that Thursday would be most suitable and with that he said he'd better be going as he would be late for tea.
     After he went Ma decided to speak only in French and made me tell her about my day.  It's funny, once I start I don't have to think about what I'm saying in English except when I get stuck for a word, then Ma helps out.  When Mike came back in with Pa she continued and I was quite surprised because Mike was pretty good at keeping up as well.
     We found out that his mother also spoke French very well because she had been sent to a convent in France as a girl and then had met Mike's father when they were students at Liverpool.  She had taught all her family in the same way as Ma did with me.  Mike stayed to tea again and while Ma was getting it ready he did some more constructing with the Meccano much to Pa's amusement.
*
     I remembered to put a cross in my diary when I got up Wednesday morning and made sure I put it away safely or Ma would wonder why I was now keeping a diary when I hadn't before.  Not much happened during the day except that Tony and Roo were constantly talking during breaks and dinner hour about our forthcoming trip and it was a bit annoying as I wanted to have a chat alone with Matt to tell him about what Pa had said on Sunday.
     Matt said his mother was going out on Saturday afternoon and would I like to go and see him then.  I readily agreed because I had lots to tell him.  Our French Circle went very well, even Matt was making progress and Roo surpassed himself mimicking Huggy supposedly counting in French.  After they went I tinkered about with Mike's construction but I couldn't remember what he said he was going to add next so decided to leave it for his visit next week.  In bed that night I wondered if Mike liked doing what I was....oh...aaah!!!
*
     When our two Forms got out on the field for games on Thursday afternoon Van and Rabbity rearranged our usual two teams around.  I was moved from my usual place hanging on to the scrum to be hooker between Peter Fry and Geoff Wells as props.  The other team had John Prosser as their hooker and as neither of us had played in that position before we spent most of the afternoon with Van practising scrum downs and getting the ball out to Matt on our side and Phil Crowe on the other while the wings were chasing up and down the field practising passing with Rabbity.
     It was all quite new to me and required a lot of concentration, so much so that I didn't realise until I went to heel the ball in about the third scrum down that someone's hand was feeling up my shorts between my legs.  The hand was retracted but in the next scrum which lasted a fair while as Van was instructing the other props how to pack down the hand was there again and as I hadn't bothered to keep my pants on under my shorts it was soon feeling my bare balls.  Again it was withdrawn when we packed down tight and I had to try to heel the ball.
     Four times in all my equipment was examined in this way and I thought the only person it could be was Vince as he was in the second row behind me on my left.  I didn't think it could have been Roo who was the other second row forward because of the side the hand came up from.
     After games when we went back to the changing rooms I shared a shower with Matt but Vince didn't even look over at me so I wondered if I was mistaken.  Needless to say that although I was concentrating on other things in the scrums it made me feel rather randy and I was afraid I might get a hardon under the shower.
     Luckily I didn't but I was itching for a wank as I waited for Tim Parker who was coming home with me to do some piano practice.  I remembered on the way home that Tony had told me that Tim and Roo had done it together so I switched the topic of conversation to saying about Tony and his badges and that he and Roo were going on a hike and Matt and I were staying with Tony's Great-Aunt, etc., etc.  Tim remarked that he had already got that badge because his brother had taken him on the preliminary hikes last year.
     He also said that Roo was a great friend of his but he hadn't been able to go to Scout camp for the same week as him this year but he had gone the week after.  I already knew this from Tony's long story but didn't continue the conversation because by this time we'd reached my house.  I said perhaps he would like to look at the engine before we played the piano and anyway I usually changed out of school clothes as soon as I got home.
     We went upstairs and I put the engine out on my desk but then went to the wardrobe and got out my other things.  At the same time I started to ask him about the camp.
     "Tony told me they had a marvellous time during his week at camp!  He said his lot were a good bunch and they all thoroughly enjoyed themselves.  I think he said a couple of them were staying on, was it someone called Chater, Big Jim I think, the big chap who was in the Sixth Form last year?  Oh, and his young cousin, Sam or something?"   
     Tim looked up at me as I was pulling my shirt off, "Yes, they were both there and it was pretty good.  Big Jim's great fun and Sam was a scream and except for that Bernie Foster everyone was fine.  He's a bloody pain!"
     I began to undo my shorts, "I hear he got the same treatment as Cleggy did the previous week!"
     He looked rather sharply at me, "You know about that?  Did Tony tell you?"
     "Yep, I thought it was very funny, poor old Cleggy, but Tony said he enjoyed it really.  And he said Dave Morgan had told him about Bernie Foster."
     "What else did he tell you?"
     "Oh, all about what went on.  It's OK, we tell each other everything 'cos we've been friends since Junior School."
     We lapsed into silence and I picked up my other shorts but before I put them on I thought I would tell him about the exploration in the scrum today.
     "Hey, by the way, someone in the scrum today kept putting their hand up my shorts and feeling me!"
     "Who was it, do you know?"
     "I'm not sure, it could have been either Ginger Hare or Roo 'cos they were both in the second row behind me."
     He laughed, "Lucky you, but it wasn't me!  I was running up and down passing the ball to Dave Morgan and Johnny Reed.  Anyway, what happened?"
     "Oh, whoever it was just put his hand up when we all had our heads down and felt around.  He did it about four times, feeling my balls mostly, but he did run a finger down the side of my cock."
     I stood up straight, my prick was beginning to stiffen and I was getting a telltale bulge in my pants.

     Tim was looking at me very solemnly, "Do you feel horny?"
     I nodded.
     "What time will anyone be home?"
     "Oh, not until about six."
     I dropped my pants and my cock stood ready at attention.  I looked over at Tim.  "You've done it with Roo as well, haven't you?"
     It was his turn to nod as he stripped off his pullover and shirt and then dropped and removed his trousers.  He was breathing heavily already and I could see why because his prick was rampant too.
     I got my towel and laid it on the floor and then stood in front of him.  We stared intently at each other's equipment.  I could see that although his cock was thicker than mine it wasn't much longer and he was almost fifteen and he was also a few inches taller than me.
     He made the first move, "I'll do it to you first, shall I?"
     I could feel a terrific hotness under my balls already, "Oh, please!"
     He came and stood behind me and caught hold of my cock between finger and thumb at my knob end.  He pulled down slowly and hard and my skin began to unroll but, as usual, stuck just over halfway.  I gasped slightly and luckily he didn't attempt to force it down any further but just whispered, "Mine was like that, it goes right back now, though!"
     He slipped his fingers a bit lower and began to toss me off steadily and then faster.  I didn't take long before I produced my usual stream.  I caught hold of his hand to stop him and leaned back panting.  "I needed that!  That bastard in the scrum made me quite randy!"
     He laughed, "You're making me feel quite randy, too!  But gosh, Jacko, you do shoot a lot of stuff!"
     I didn't say anything but changed places and began to explore the thickness and length of his tool.  As I did so I pulled back on his skin and, as he'd said, it slipped back easily over his knob.  I kept it back as much as possible and copied the pace and strength of the wank he had just given me.  As soon as I started a steady rhythm I saw in the wardrobe mirror that his balls quickly tightened up and stood out like two hard walnuts at the base of his prick.
     Quite early on he started to breathe very heavily and although he puffed and panted greatly he seemed to take an awful long time to come.  I knew he was about to shoot his load when he began to moan softly and the muscles in his buttocks began to twitch where they were pressed against me.  There was a great jerking and pounding in his cock but when he came he only squirted out a few drops of very thick white spunk.  In comparison with my usual copious amount he produced hardly anything.  He was panting so much he could hardly speak.
     "Oh, Jacko, thanks, that was great.  You come much quicker than me.  I do take a while, but that was really a long time today!  It's when I want it so bad!"  
     "You enjoyed it though?"
     "Oh yes, it was terrific!"
     He was breathing less deeply now as I felt down to his balls which slowly softened and hung free again in their wrinkled sac.  They felt much bigger now as I carefully held them.
     "You've got big balls," I said, "They're bigger than mine and hang lower."
     "You should see my brother's, they really do hang low.  He takes a long time to come as well.  I didn't know some boys came quicker until I was on that weekend with Roo and Dave.  Have you done it with them?"
     I shook my head and as we got dressed told him about making stuff after Tony had said he could.  Then I said I'd found out about it when my cousin Alun stayed at Easter and I'd watched him tossing off in bed.  He was listening very carefully and as soon as I said about seeing Alun he laughed and interrupted me.
        "Oh, Jacko, I found out about it just like that 'cos my brother John woke me up one night when he was doing it to himself in bed.  We were both in his bed as someone was staying with us and they were in my room.  Anyway, I asked him what he was doing and the fool said he had an itch and was scratching but then when he thought I'd gone to sleep again he went on with it."
     "Yeah, it was like that with Alun but the next night he saw me watching him so he went on tossing himself off, then he tried doing it to me but I didn't make any stuff.  It was ever so good, though!"
     Tim was nodding and smiling at this and then said, "Oh, yes, it was exactly the same with me.  I must have moved when he was finishing off and he realised I wasn't asleep so he felt for my prick and tried to do it to me but I didn't shoot any stuff, just like you!"
     "How long ago was that?"
     "Oh, I was about twelve, 'cos the next night when we got undressed I asked him what he'd been doing and when we got into bed he explained all about it.  He said I'd like it ever so much but I'd have to wait a bit before I could make any stuff because he'd only just found out and he was fourteen then.  He was right, it's been a long wait 'cause I've tried quite a bit and he's done it sometimes to me but I didn't make any until just before last Christmas and I was fourteen in November."
     "How did you find out?"
     He grinned, "Oh, Mum was out on canteen duty the first evening we broke up school before Christmas and John and I were fooling about before going to bed and we were having a tussle and he had me down on the floor.  I didn't realise but my thing was a bit stiff and it popped out of my pyjama trousers and he caught hold of it and rubbed it up and down.  It was so nice I just lay back and he kept on and I made some stuff and it went all over my pyjamas.  I did it to him then and then we did it again to each other a bit later.  It was great!"

     "Matt says he made stuff before he was thirteen so it seems it depends who you are 'cos I was nearly fourteen when I found out I could do it properly."
     "Yeah, John said he found out lots of his friends were doing it younger than him and that Sam Catt at camp was almost thirteen and he was at it all the time.  Still I don't mind, I've done it plenty of times now."
     "Do you do it every day 'cause I do?"
     "No, not every day.  It depends, I really do it when I feel like it, I suppose it's about every other day and then I do it sometimes with John when one of us wants it."
     "I make a note in my diary and so does Tony.  That's how Tony remembered all that happened at camp 'cos he had it all coded!"
     This amused him greatly, "I think John did as well for a time but I haven't bothered.  I'm too busy to keep a diary!"
     We finished dressing and cleared up and went down and practised for nearly an hour before Ma and Pa came home.  We didn't hear them come in and I had just finished one piece when Ma put her head round the door.
     "Hello you two, all OK?  That sounded much better, Jacko!"
     I was particularly pleased with myself as I'd played it without any mistakes and up to speed.  
     "Oh yes, I feel much more confident now.  Tim's helped a lot."
     "Right, tea will be ready very soon.  Will you stay, Tim?"
     "Oh, please, Mrs Thomson, I'd like that very much.  Mum's on late turn today so won't be in until eight and John's having his cello lesson."
     Tim played through one of the pieces again and then said he was doing grade 6 at Easter and had already started practising for that.  Oh, I thought, here goes, I suppose I'd better try harder.  I got out Mrs Tring's present and we spent the next half an hour playing the first piece.  I will really try as I do like playing!  As I went out to see Tim off he asked if he could come round next week or would I like to go round to his house.  We decided he might as well come round here.

     Ma said she was very pleased with my playing and hoped I enjoyed it even if it did mean time spent on practising.  I said I did and although Tim was better than me I didn't think I was too bad.   In bed that night I thought to myself that I wasn't too bad on other things, at least I came quicker than him, but he obviously enjoyed it as much as I did.  When I mopped myself I noticed the centre of my towel was quite damp and there was still a little of his thick spunk not quite soaked in.  We'd played a fine duet!
*
     On Friday morning as I went into the classroom, rather late as usual, and sat down, Matt whispered that he had something to tell me at break-time.  I whispered back I had something to tell him too but our curiosity had to be contained because the beak was staring at us as he called the register and then he droned on about some rather boring historical incident for the rest of the double period as we scribbled notes furiously.
     As soon as the bell went I followed Matt out and we walked over to the edge of the playing-field.
     "Hey, Jacko, I must tell you this.  When I went off yesterday after games Andy Symes caught me up and wanted to know how I was.  We just talked as we cycled along and then he said why not go round to his now and we could finish our chat at leisure.
     Well, when we got there and we'd gone up to his room he said that Dave Morgan had told him about us doing it last week and he'd thought about me a lot since that time in the summer.  I said I'd cycled round several times but he never seemed to be in and he said he'd gone off to stay with an Aunt in the country for the summer.
     Anyway,..." he paused a moment and looked around, ..."he did it to me first then I did it to him.  Gosh, Jacko, he was ever so gentle and made it feel really good.  He's ever so hairy, even more than Billy now, I think.  We had a long chat afterwards and he wanted to know about all my friends and he didn't know about Nobbo's surprise party and that we'd been round there..."
     He laughed... "He said he was going to wring Billy's neck when he saw him next for not inviting him as well.  He's great, I like him a lot."
     I listened to his tale without interrupting him but I was dying to tell him about my experience yesterday as well.
     "Gosh, Matt, that sounds great, but my news is just like yours!"... He was about to say something but I went on hurriedly, "Tim Parker came back with me yesterday and we did it too!"  
     He laughed again, "Was it good?"
     "Of course, but we'll have to talk about it more later as I've got to have a pee before the bell goes!"
     With that I rushed off to the bogs wondering just how much he'd told Andy about his friends, including me.  Coming out I caught up with Roo and we didn't hurry ourselves getting back to the classroom which meant we were about the last ones back.  On opening my desk to get my books out I found a neatly folded note on top.  I opened it and read:
          'Dear Rod,
               Would you and Perch like to come
          round tomorrow afternoon and stay to tea?
          Mum is on duty and Just William will be out.
                         Signed
                              Pole.'
     Matt was already sitting there with a smug look on his face so I poked him in the ribs and showed him the note.
     "Yeah! I've got one too!  Cheeky sod, mine's 'Dear Perch'!  Anyway, shall we go instead of me coming round yours?"
     As Campion was bearing down on our row I just nodded and Matt whispered, "OK".
     At lunch time we both bore down on Nobbo.  He was grinning broadly.
     "OK for tomorrow?" he asked cheerily, "Hope you liked my invitation!"
     "Yes", said Matt, putting an arm round his neck, "A bit less of the Perch, though!"
     "I wouldn't think there could be less of that!" he giggled and wrenched his head out of Matt's grasp, "Come round about three, eh?"
     We agreed and went in to lunch where Friday fish and stodgy pudding were served to the starving masses.
     I was ravenous again when I got home after school and raided the pantry.  All I could find was bread and a pot of Mrs Gardiner's plum jam.  Three thick slices kept hunger at bay until supper.  In the meantime I practised for a solid hour because I was determined not to let Tim beat me by too much.  I didn't practice anything else that night, my first day missed since I started.  I'm still ahead as it was twice the day before.
*
     Ma seemed quite pleased when I said I'd been invited to tea on Saturday.  She said that Pa was very busy with the new project and as I wasn't going to be around she would go down to the labs and take notes for him.  She left me some lunch and cycled off about twelve o'clock.

     I finished all my homework in about an hour and scoffed my lunch then decided I'd better practice ready for my lesson on Monday.  I was getting rather impressed with my own progress and found I could play almost all the pieces without looking at the music.  I suddenly remembered I was supposed to be at Pole's at three and set off about ten to.  I must say to him that being called both Nobbo and Pole was rather excessive for such a small boy!  Still he wasn't so small down there.
     Oh God, thinking about it was having the usual effect on Rod!  I slid off my bike at his gate with a real horn on me and pushed the bike carefully round to his back door.  Matt, or should I call him Perch now, was already there as his bike was leaning against the side of their garage.  Nobbo opened the door very soon after I knocked and stood there in an old rugger shirt and shorts.
     "Come on in, Matt's already here.  Look! Billy's given me a new pair of shorts.  They're not new really, they're too small for him now so he said I could have them!"
     "You're lucky having a big brother 'cos I have to wait to have things bought for me but I've got my long trousers for after half-term!"
     "So have I, but they were Billy's 'cos it saves on coupons, Mum says."
     We followed him up to their shared bedroom where Matt was sitting on the bottom bunk looking at a comic.
     "Howdy, pardner!", he drawled in awful imitation of the American accents we'd heard at the cinema on our last visit, "Look who's here, it's Rod, the fastest draw in the West!"  He stared at the bulge in my shorts, "And I see you've brought your shooter with you, pal!"  With that he went into hoots of laughter and so did Nobbo as soon as he saw why.
     "You randy sod, Jacko, how long have you had that?"
     I mumbled something about it going hard while I was riding over and they shouldn't laugh 'cos I might get embarrassed.  This set them off again, with Matt saying "Ride it, cowboy!" and stupid Nobbo spluttering "Well, I'll be hornswoggled!"  I had to laugh at that and sat next to Matt until they calmed down which took some time 'cos as soon as they were quiet one of them would repeat, "Well, I'll be hornswoggled!".  By that time my horn had subsided and Nobbo was obviously ready to tell us more news.
     "Hey, you two, guess what I've got on!"
     "Well, you've got Billy's old shorts on, we can see them!"
     "Yeah, and I've got his jockstrap on as well!  He tells me to keep my thieving hands off it so 'cos he's out I put it on. D'you want to see?"
     We didn't have time to answer because he immediately wriggled the shorts down over his hips and displayed his equipment encased in the droopy pouch.
     "It's a bit big for me but it's good isn't it."
     I reached out and pinged one of the elastic strings at the back.  It was more than a bit loose on him.
     "Billy's a lot bigger than you so you've got to grow a bit before it'll fit you!"
     "Yeah, I know, but I thought I would try it."  He looked in turn at both of us. "Do you want to try it on?"
     We both nodded and stood up and started to take our things off. Nobbo slipped his shorts off completely and then slid the jockstrap down and off.  He handed it first to Matt who put it on and filled the pouch more than Nobbo and the waist band fitted him quite tightly.
     "Christ, Matt! your things are as big as Billy's 'cos he looks just like that in it."
     Matt grinned and thrust forward, "It's a good fit, isn't it? Hey, Jacko, have a try!"

     He pulled it down and off and handed it to me.  Of course as soon as I put it on my prick began to go hard again and made a good show in the pouch even though the elastic waist was quite a bit too big for me.  Nobbo became a bit agitated.
     "Hey, for Christ's sake Jacko, don't come in it or Billy'll know we've been wearing it."
     I turned to face him and gave my shaft a few experimental rubs through the fabric.  "Serves you right if I do.  Anyway, he'll think you did it!"
     Matt laughed, "No he won't 'cos you make more than Nobbo and you'll fill it with spunk."

      With that he grabbed my cock through the layer of material and began to jack me off vigorously.  Poor old Nobbo was nearly frantic.
     "Hey, stop it, please, he'll kill me if it gets mucky."
     "My come's not mucky, it's good clean English spunk."  I put a hand out and stopped Matt and slipped the jockstrap down off my hips and stepped out of it. "You'd better put a towel down quick!"  Even though Matt had stopped I could feel my legs and thighs twitching and the base of my cock pounding.  Nobbo got a towel out from under the bottom bunk and thrust it on the ground just as Matt clasped my prick and pulled down hard half a dozen times.  That was enough to set me off.  I shot and I shot and I shot.  A great pearly stream of come squirted up out of my knob and splashed down on the towel in an almost continuous arc.
     There was a few moments silence and Nobbo breathed a great sigh of relief, "Oh, Jacko, thank God you didn't do all that in the jockstrap, Billy would have gone mad!"
     Matt put his arm round him, "Course he wouldn't, he'd be proud to have a brother who could make that lot!"  He was still holding my cock with his other hand and squeezed it as it was now going soft, "I don't know where it all comes from, Jacko!  It's amazing!  And it's not pure English spunk, don't forget you're half French!"  His own prick was now very stiff.
     He let go of my cock and I moved to his other side and looked down at his prick and nodded to Nobbo, "Hey, Pole, you'd better do it to him now in case he wants to put that thing on again 'cos just his prick will fill it let alone his spunk!  And his spunk's straight from the African jungle!"  
     Matt punched out at me and missed as Nobbo stood by him and ran his fingers down his shaft and stroked his balls which responded by drawing up tight. "What d'you mean, he's not African is he?  He's not black?"  Matt leaned back and murmured, "Tell you later, don't stop now!" as Nobbo began a slow, firm wank, gradually quickening his stroke until, with a loud gasp, Matt shot his load all over the spread towel.  As he came I quickly went to Nobbo's side and began tossing him off very fast and made him come almost before Matt had got his breath back.  We stood facing each other in a tight circle.  Matt the tallest with his arms round our shoulders and Nobbo and I holding each other and Matt round our waists.  Nobbo broke the silence.
     "I'm glad I've got friends like you two."
     Matt hugged us a bit tighter, "So am I!"
     All I could say was, "Me too, pardners!"
     We parted and got dressed and Nobbo asked "What was that, Matt, are you African?"
     "No. I don't think so, not really.  I was born in South Africa 'cos my father and mother were out there and they're English, so I am too!  He was at the naval station on the coast and that's certainly not in the jungle!  I don't think there's any jungle there but there were lots of black Africans.  We had a black cook and her husband was our gardener and I use to play with their two sons and they were ever so black."
     Nobbo was fascinated, "Were they black all over?"
     "Oh, yeah," he nodded his head.
     "What about?...", he paused.
     Matt grinned, "Oh yes, all over, including their cocks!"
     "How do you know,"
       "'Cause I saw them, stupid!"
     "When?"
     "Well, Marjorie used to look after me when I was small and her boys were a bit older and as it was hot weather most of the time we use to be in the garden and didn't wear anything so I saw.  When I was a bit older I used to go off to school, but we always played together in the holidays and I didn't come back to England until I was nine so I knew them a long time."  
     Nobbo was silent for a moment, "I wonder if Africans make black stuff, you know like we make white?"
     We both looked at Matt questioningly.
     "I don't know, 'cause although we use to look at each other I suppose George was too young to do it and he never said he could.  He was the older one and about eleven when I came back."  He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know.  Anyway, it's a good job we don't, isn't it?"  He giggled, "We'd have to have black sheets, wouldn't we!"
     We all laughed and then I told them about my experiences at the weekend with the wet dream and Pa's talk with me.  Matt nodded wisely when I said Pa had said the same as his Dad that you shouldn't worry.

     Nobbo nodded his head sagely, "Billy says you only get told it's bad for you 'cos some of them think it's too good for you!  And he says I'm not to believe you grow hairs on the palms of your hands 'cos you do it!"
     This piece of information was news to both of us because we both began to ask at the same time what he meant.
     "Oh, Billy said he got scared soon after he started 'cos some older boy at school grabbed his hands one day and said he could see he liked tossing off 'cos he had hair growing on his palms.  Of course Billy looked and the boy said 'Got you, you little wanker' and laughed and told him not to believe everything he heard!  Hey, what about saying it to Cleggy on Monday?"
     We laughed and decided we would try it on young Benno first.  By this time we were very hungry and Nobbo said everything was ready for us downstairs but he had better put the jockstrap away carefully so Billy wouldn't know and we weren't to tell him or he'd get belted.  We promised faithfully, keeping fingers crossed, while Nobbo folded it and put it back in Billy's drawer before we went downstairs and attacked the tea.
     It's funny, thinking about it when I got home, Nobbo never said where Billy had gone.  In fact, after tea, he wasn't mentioned again, and Matt didn't mention Andy Symes either and I'd forgotten to ask him to tell us more.  Anyway, we played a quick game of Monopoly and then Matt and I left to go home.  I rode round to his first and on the way told him about what happened in the scrum.  After asking if I enjoyed it he said he thought it must have been Ginge as he had been on the left in the second row and I'd said the exploring hand had gone up my left shorts leg therefore he was the culprit.  I said he sounded like Sherlock Holmes and I would see what happened next time.  I didn't ask him about Andy 'cos I wanted to hear about it in detail and there wasn't time then.
*
     Sunday turned out to be not very good weather and I felt rather bored but then some time after lunch Tony called round to see me.  We went up to my room and I quietly told him I'd been round to Nobbo's the day before with Matt and how we'd frightened the life out of Nobbo.
     He laughed, "Oh, poor old Nobbo.  Billy wouldn't have really minded, I don't suppose - but you say Nobbo did seem scared?"
     "Yep, Billy's a lot bigger than him!  Anyway what did you do yesterday?"
     "Practised for the first aid badge with Vince."
     Oh, Vince, I thought.  I whispered, "Did you practice anything else?"
     He grinned and nodded his head, "Of course!  You don't think we spent the whole afternoon tying bandages."
     "Did Vince say anything about Games last Thursday?"
     "No, why?"
     I told him what had happened and his response was the same as Tim's and Matt's.
     "You were lucky. The only balls I felt on Thursday afternoon were those that came out of the scrum, not those in it.  Anyway, if you thought it was Vince why don't you ask him?"
     "Well, it could have been Roo."
     "You'll just have to wait until next Thursday and you might find out!"
     I thought I would try out what Nobbo had told us.
     "Hey, Tony, I heard yesterday that if you wank a lot you get hair growing on the palms of your hands!"
     He fell straight in for it!!  He turned his right hand over and glanced at the palm.  I just had a great fit of the giggles.
     "You little sod, it's not true, you're having me on!"
     "Caught you, though, didn't I!"
     "Who told you that one?"
     "Nobbo did, he said some boy had caught Billy and we said we would try it on Benno on Monday!"
     Tony laughed, "Lovely, I like that!  Then we can try it on Cleggy and Roo!  If it was true they'd have to go to the barber's for a palm trim every week!"
     "That's what Nobbo said about Billy!"
     We had a good giggle about that and wondered about all the others in the class.  Then I remembered I hadn't told Tony about my wet dream and what Pa had said.  I started off by saying he had gone off for a potation after the match with the Brothers.  Tony laughed and said that explained it.  His mother had seen Pa coming back on his bicycle and she had said that Dr Thomson nearly fell off when he raised his hat to her and she thought that was a bit strange.  I said he wasn't to say anything to his mother now he knew 'cos Pa had called it a touch of the Irish 'flu and I knew that Van and Mike's dad had caught it as well!  We laughed at that and then I told him about what had happened after Ma had noticed the stains on the sheet and he giggled again.  
     "I haven't really bothered about it, Jacko, 'cos my Mum's never mentioned she's seen anything.  And anyway, Pop is so often away I don't suppose he's had time to get round to talking to me about it."
     I knew that Tony's dad travelled around the country a lot assessing bomb damage and so on because I'd heard Mrs Peters next door telling Ma that he had a dangerous job and Mrs Marcham got worried when he was away.
     "I expect he'll say something sometime, unless he thinks you know it all!"
     "I don't know it all, I wish I did.  It's only when I go to camp or people like your cousin tell you things that I find out.  I bet there's loads of things we don't know yet!"
     I nodded in agreement - I seemed to be learning new things every week but there was one constant thing - my dick was always going hard whenever I thought of it.  I scratched it idly through my shorts.  Tony saw this and grinned and pointed a finger stiffly upwards.
     "Is it?"
     "Um, yes!"
     He stood by the sink and beckoned me across.
     "Shh", he whispered, "Let's do it here."
     He undid my flies and clamped his fingers round my rigid cock.
     "Christ, you've got a real hardon here!" he murmured and began to rub me up and down.

      As he was doing this I put a hand behind me and undid his flies and squeezed his stiff prick in his pants.  He groaned.
     "Oh, not yet, Jacko, wait a moment.  I want it ever so bad but I'll make you come first."
     Luckily for Tony I shot my load very quickly because no sooner had I changed places and got his prick out properly he was ready to come.  He leaned back against me and I could see in the mirror above the sink he had his mouth open and was clenching his teeth as he breathed in and out.  My, what a load he shot, his prick jerked in my fingers as I held it tight as the spunk shot out.
     He breathed heavily, "Oh, that was fabulous.  Oh thanks, Jacko!  I could do with it like that every day!"
     I put my finger to my lips as I heard a door open and close downstairs.  We quickly did up our flies and I sat at my desk while Tony lounged on the end of the bed.  False alarm, no footsteps came upstairs.  Instead a voice called from the bottom of the  stairs, it was Ma.
     "Do you two want some tea?"
     We replied in unison, "Oh, yes please!"
     Over tea Tony told us he was looking forward to the visit to his Great-Aunt Mary's and hoped I was too.  Ma asked him about her and he said she was his father's aunt and had been married to a General who died just before the war as Tony remembered going to the funeral.  Pa said he thought the General had had a lot to do with the League of Nations.  Tony said that was right and he'd been told he had worked for it because he wanted to do something because his son had been killed in the First World War just before it ended.  Ma said she hoped his Great-Aunt wouldn't be too put out having four boys staying there and was the house big enough.
     Tony laughed and said he always got lost when he explored the house and it had ever so many bedrooms and there was only Aunt Mary and her companion there other than the Land Girls who lived above the stables.  He said his Dad was her land agent as well so took him there quite often on his visits.
     After Tony had gone home Pa said he remembered General Crossley coming to speak to the students when he was at university and he thought he was a most interesting man.  He seemed to remember also that around the time the General died his daughter, who had married a farmer in Kenya, had also died so that left just old Mrs Crossley.
     Ma said she remembered the daughter dying as it had been in the papers at the time because she had fallen off a horse some way from the farm and hadn't been found for some days and someone had said it wasn't an accident.  I sat goggle-eyed at this I would have to ask Tony if there was a mystery.
*
     On Monday morning Van came in just before break to announce that there was to be a special set of matches on Saturday between our school and combined teams from St Paul's, the local Catholic School that Mike was at and Blessed John Something or other from the next town.  It was all most complicated and it had obviously all been planned out the previous week 'cos it had been arranged for a combined 6th and 5th Year team and the 4th Year team I had been in last week to play on our ground and a 5th Year and the other 4th Years to play at St Paul's.
     Van gave us all a great pep-talk and said he expected everyone to be there whether they were playing or not and we would be practising on Wednesday instead of PT and, of course, on Thursday.  Ho, ho I thought, I wonder if my balls would be handled again, I would just have to wait and see.
     Of course, most of the conversation during the day was about the arrangements and there was much discussion about which teams had a good chance of winning.  This didn't leave any time to get Roo or Cleggy peering at their supposedly hairy palms because during the afternoon break when I mentioned it to Tony he grinned and said we would catch them next day and then try it on Benno.  I must admit I'd had a good look at my own hands over the weekend and again that evening just before I got into bed.  No sign so gave myself the benefit of the doubt.
*
     Of course on Tuesday I missed out when Tony told Cleggy but apparently he looked immediately and was about to thump Tony as Roo and I turned up.  We didn't know what had happened but Cleggy immediately turned to Roo with a very straight face.
     "Hey, Roo, I've just heard some very serious news, come over here, it's rather private!"
     He led Roo away and Tony gave me a surreptitious thumbs-up sign.  There was a strangled cry and then Cleggy came bounding up to us chortling away.
     "Caught him, caught him, he looked at both hands!  I knew he would!"
     "So did you," Tony said, "I saw you when I told you."
     "No, it was only to check you were having me on."
     "Go on, you looked 'cos you know why!"
     Roo sauntered up, "That sod really caught me that time, I should have known."   He eyed me, "I suppose you and Tony planned it."
     With that he flicked his hand at me and caught me right between the legs.  Oh, my Christ, what agony!  I'd never been hit in the goolies before.  I doubled up clutching my balls as the most searing pain convulsed me and it was all I could do not to fall down.
     "Oh God, Jacko, I didn't mean to do that!"  A very contrite sounding Roo clutched at my shoulders.  "Come on, Jacko, I'm sorry, it was only a little tap."  Little tap, my arse, or more correctly, my balls.  The pain pulsed again and I groaned very audibly.  An even more concerned sounding Roo helped me stand upright. "I really didn't mean to do it, I know it hurts like hell, doesn't it?"

     I nodded and could only murmur through gritted teeth that the pain was going.  I looked over at Cleggy and Tony who were standing there very solemn faced.
     "Here, come on, stand up it'll soon go."
     I stood up puffing and blowing, sharp stabs of pain were still there but diminishing fairly quickly, "I don't want another like that, thanks, I've never been hit there before!"
     "It's painful, I know, I got smacked there with a ball one night at Scouts and I couldn't move for ages.  I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to do it.  Anyway, who told you about hairy palms?"
     Still suffering from intermittent waves of pain I told him Nobbo had told me and Matt and I had caught Tony and we were going to try it on Benno.  They thought that would be great so we scouted around and found Benno just coming out of the bogs.  Cleggy went up to him and whispered to him.  Benno just looked at him and laughed.
     "It's not true, my cousin said it's an old wives' tale and you don't go blind either!" he said sneeringly and turned away and walked off quickly.
     What a let down!  Not to worry though, by the end of the afternoon Cleggy and Roo said they'd caught quite a few of our class and lots in 4S they'd button-holed had looked.  The ones who hadn't said they'd heard it before and they didn't believe it.  Anyway, it was all very entertaining and confirmed my thoughts that everyone must do it, but, really, I was rather more concerned about the state of my balls.
     Tony asked me at afternoon break if they still hurt as he'd been hit there once himself and knew what it was like.  I said it was OK now but I didn't want to be hit there again.  As soon as I got home I had a good look in front of the bedroom mirror but I couldn't detect any damage.  If just a tap like that hurt so much I certainly never wanted to be hit any harder.
     After the inspection I went downstairs and made a jam  sandwich and when Mike came round just after five we chatted  about the forthcoming matches.  I was dying to tell him about hairy palms but as he was much older he probably had heard it.  Tony said they didn't catch any of the boys with older brothers so it was likely to be a common trick.  I wondered also if he knew how much it hurt when you were walloped in the bollocks but I didn't like to ask even though Billy had made his threat.
     Pa came home early and they went off for his lesson and I went upstairs had another look at my sore knackers and then did my homework.  Mike had gone when I came downstairs just before seven and Pa came into the kitchen and said Mike had left one of his books behind and would I take it round to him after school tomorrow.  As it happened Ma had postponed the French Circle meeting for a week so I said I would and put the tome into my satchel.
     That night I felt my balls very gingerly then giggled to myself as I thought Mike would probably have ginger fur all over his hands if it was true... oooh, beautiful!.... and mine would be sprouting black and fast as well.
*
     Wednesday's PT in the gym was a real bind as we spent the whole time practising scrum-downs and Matt and Phil were kept busy putting the ball in and getting it out as fast they could.  The rest were rushing up and down passing balls to each other egged on by one of the Sixth-Formers roped in to help.
     There was definitely no entertainment for me, no handling of my balls today I was glad to note, because they were still a bit tender.  I suppose Rabbity was watching every move we made to make sure we were doing things properly so Vince or whoever it was had no opportunity.  Still, we had Games tomorrow so I would have to wait and see.
     After school I remembered I had to take Mike's book round to him so set off straight away for his house.  He lived some way from us but it didn't take long to cycle there.  I rang the front doorbell and after a minute or so a girl, a bit younger than me, opened it.  It was obviously his youngest sister, she was about thirteen or so and looked very much like him and had a mass of auburn hair.  I thought I had better be on my best behaviour so took my school cap off and gave her my politest smile.
     "Oh, hello, I'm Jacko Thomson.  My father asked me to bring round one of your brother's books he left at ours last night."
     "Oh yes, you'd better come in, Mike's upstairs in the Snake Pit.  I'm Maureen, but I knew who you were as soon as I saw you.  I recognised you, you're the boy in the drawing."
      I must have looked puzzled.
     "You're in one of Mike's drawings on his wall.  He's very good, he draws a lot, you must have a look, 'cos there's you and cousin Vince and his friend Bernard.  I know them but I hadn't seen you before just now and he told me your name after he did it.  Anyway he's up there."  She pointed upwards and I stepped into the hall.
     "Where did you say he was?"
     She laughed, "Oh, we call his room the Snake Pit.  Bridget said Sister Philomena told them boys were dreadful snakes to be wary of so we all agreed that if Mike was a dreadful snake he must live in a Snake Pit, so that's what we call his room.  You'd better go up and take the book to him, you can't miss his room."
     I went past her and as I began to climb the stairs I looked back but she had disappeared.  I couldn't miss his room, the third door along the landing had a neat label on it in old English letters, 'Ye Snakke Pitte'.  I knocked on the door.
     "If it's you Maureen, go away, I'm busy!"
     I knocked again, "No, it's Jacko, I've brought your book back."
     The door opened and Mike stood there.
     "Sorry, I thought you were Maureen, she always wants me to do her homework for her.  Come on in!"
     I pointed at the label. "I like the name!"
     He grinned, "That's my sisters' idea.  They put the notice up when Bridget told them what the Sister at school said about boys."
     I looked about the room, there were lots of books and pictures about but in general it was very tidy.  I saw the group of drawings pinned on a board above his desk.  Gosh, they were good, I recognised Vince immediately and then I saw there was one of me.  Both were just our head and shoulders but the one of the other lad, I suppose that was Bernard, was of him sitting in a chair.
     "Is that me?"
     "Yes," he said rather diffidently, "I did it that evening after I came round to yours the first time and we'd sat talking."
     "And that's Vince Hare, your cousin, isn't it?"
     He nodded, "And that's my friend Bernie Doyle.  I did that at school.  I've done more of him and given them to him, but I think that's the best one I've done."
     I didn't like to ask why he had drawn me and before I could think of anything to say he went over to the desk and picked up a pencil and a pad of paper.
     "Sit there a moment and I'll see what I can do now."
     I sat where he indicated on the edge of his bed and he turned the chair by the desk and sat down.
     "Look over there at the window."
     I sat as still as I could and I could hear his pencil scratching on the paper.
     "OK, you can relax now, I've done the outline, tell me what you've been doing today while I finish it."
     I don't think I usually chat much.  When Tony or Matt come round I think I listen more than I talk, but I told him all about the day at school and the practice for the match on Saturday.  He interrupted me in full flow.
     "Oh, of course, you're playing this time aren't you, you told me yesterday. I wouldn't relish being in the front-row, good for you!  Mind you don't get your head banged, our lot are a bit rough, you know!"
     He saw the look of consternation on my face and grinned broadly.  "Go on, I'm pulling your leg, I'm certain your lot will be a match for our Fourth Years and especially as the Blessed John's mob are playing with us.  You know they hate us more than we hate you.  There's a tremendous rivalry between our schools and has been for years so there won't be any love lost in our teams before we start!"
     I thought I'd better tell him about Billy Clarke and his threat.
     "By the way, you've got to watch it.  In that last game the brother of a friend of mine was jumped on and got badly scratched by one of your forwards after you tackled him down and he said he was going to get his own back next time."
     "Oh yes, you mean that big lad, Billy Clarke, I know him, he's all mouth and trousers.  He's a good player though and very strong."  He hesitated a moment or two.  "He didn't say what he did to one of our lads though before that, did he?"
     I shook my head.
     Mike looked down at his drawing and continued,  "I didn't see what happened but Bernard did and he told me about it after the game and he was probably the forward who did the damage to him.  Bernie said that when one of the scrums collapsed at the beginning of the second half one of our forwards, Jamey Gould, was rolling on the ground because someone had whacked him between the legs and the game stopped until he could get up and continue. Don't you remember that because you were on the touch-line?"
     I shook my head, "I don't remember that particular one but the game did stop two or three times because of injuries."
     "Well this wasn't a usual injury 'cos Jamey said he'd been hit in the pills and Bernie was sure it was Billy Clarke who did it.  So I think what must have happened when I tackled him a bit later Bernie was there as well and probably tried to do the same to him but Billy was on the ground and I suppose that's when he got trampled on.  Serve him right!"
     Mike had said this so matter of factly I just plunged in, "Well you'd better watch it 'cos he's threatened to tap you both where it hurts most, and it does, doesn't it, 'cos I was hit there accidentally yesterday!"
     Mike continued drawing and grinned, "I thought you were a bit edgy about something when I was talking to you yesterday.  Did it hurt much?"
     "It was dreadful, but Roo said he didn't mean to do it and was sorry about it, but it still hurt a bit last night."
     "It's a hazard you have to watch out for as I know..."
     Before he could go on there was a tap on the door and Mike broke off to call out "Come in".  It was his sister Maureen bearing a tray with three mugs of tea and some biscuits.
     "I thought you would like this," she smiled at me and turned and grinned at her brother as she put the tray down on his desk, "We have to act as his slaves in turn, don't we, Michael?"
     "Don't turn on the charm, sister dear, just because we have a visitor.  You're just nosey - have a look at this," ...he flourished the pad at her, ... "and pass it to Jacko!"
     She took the pad and came and stood by me and put the pad where I could see it.  The drawing was superb.  Again, head and shoulders, this time framed against his book shelves.  I was very impressed, I didn't realise I looked so presentable.
     "It's good, isn't it Jacko, I wish I could draw like that!"
     I nodded, "I like it very much."  I looked at him questioningly.
     He looked pleased, "Do you want it?  You can have it if you like."
     Maureen carefully tore off the page and handed it to me. "You'd better have it framed, he'll be famous some day.  Look, he's put his initials on it, MO!"
     I though I detected a hint of a blush on Mike's face, of course being red haired it would show.
     "It's very good, I'll put it up in my room.  It'll remind me of you."  Oh dear, I didn't really mean to say that and Mike did go a bit redder, luckily I don't think Maureen noticed because she was busy handing me my tea.
     "Actually, Maureen is quite a good artist, aren't you?  You always get good marks at school for your Art."
     "I suppose so but you've got to help me with my next thing to get it right."
     I finished my tea and had two of the home-made biscuits which were very good.  I wish I could have stayed a bit longer talking to Mike and his sister but I said I thought I should go home.  Mike came down to see me out and another sister, about the same age as me, dressed in the same school uniform as Maureen, came out of the back of the house just then.  The family resemblance was there again - this sister was introduced as Anne and as Mike saw me out he said he had two older sisters as well.  As I waved goodbye he called out, "Have a good game on Saturday, I'll probably see you there!"
     Ma and Pa were also very impressed with the drawing.  Ma said she would find a frame for it.  I couldn't stop thinking about Mike as I lay in bed that night, especially as I had put my foot in it by saying the picture would remind me of him.  I woke up twice and had to toss myself off again each time and each time Mike was in my thoughts helping me.
*
     Doing it three times like that didn't seem to have much effect because I was awake and ready to get up by seven the next morning and it was bloody Rugby training in the afternoon.
     My balls were well and truly handled during the first three scrums - and it was Vince, 'cos once I held my legs together and trapped his hand.  I was afraid I would get a hardon even though we were charging about so when we were milling around before the next scrum I whispered to him I liked it but wait until after school.
     I was really pleased 'cos our scrum managed to push the others around most of the time and when we went into the showers both Tom Buchanan and Alan King in the other form who were in our third row said I did a good job hooking the ball out to Matt.  I looked for Vince after I got dressed but he'd already gone.  But that night I had him and Mike helping me come, though only once this time!
*
      When I went into class on Friday morning Vince was already standing by his place so I gave him a thumbs-up sign.  I didn't really know what that would signify to him but he grinned back and sat down in his usual seat next to Johnny Reed.  I didn't get a chance to say anything to him and I wasn't certain but he might have been avoiding me.  Anyway, I had to get home early as Mrs Tring was giving me an extra lesson to check on my rather unsteady progress.   I didn't do anything that night, I think I was a bit nervous about the game.
*
     I needn't have worried everything went very well.  Pa said he would come and watch and I set out for school quite early and got changed.  Van had decided our team would all wear red shirts so there was a pile in the gym and as I was one of the first there I found one which was a reasonable fit.  Matt arrived just after me and Tony, who was playing at full-back, sauntered in just after.  As we got changed I realised we were all rather quiet.  Even the Sixth-Formers were a little subdued and the thugs in the Fifth Year were very quiet.
     Van gave us a general pep-talk and we went out onto the field.  Pa was standing there, talking to Brother Jamieson, Mike's dad and Rabbity.  Van joined them and then Rabbity ran over to sort us all out as he was our ref.  Mike was quite right, there were several arguments between members of their team and their lack of coordination gave us several good openings.

     Even though some of their scrum were quite big we pushed them back a lot and I managed to get the ball out almost every time and Matt did wonders as scrum-half.  Tony converted two tries and kicked one penalty and we finished up winners much to our delight.
     As our other team won as well there was an air of general hilarity in the showers especially when the six bare-arsed members of the two front rows demonstrated their pushing ability.  In the end we had two full scrums and I found myself hooking for the older team between Billy Clarke and Chris Prosser as props, heeling out sundry items of clothing thrown in by Matt and Phil Brown their scrum-half.
     Under the showers a little later I couldn't help noticing that quite a few of the lads had slightly enlarged cocks and Tom Buchanan, my neighbour in 4S, got dressed rather hurriedly.

     Nobbo, who had been a touch-judge, asked if  I would like to go round for a chat later and I agreed as I was curious to find out if Billy had carried out his threat to have a go at Mike and Bernie.
     Pa came in late for lunch.  He said Brother Jamieson had insisted they all went round to the school house to help him drown his sorrows.   Ma pursed her lips and said something about some people wouldn't be fit to man the lifeboat but Pa only laughed and then was most complimentary about the game as we sat down for lunch.  
     "You did very well against that motley lot.  I think half the time they were playing against themselves."
     I told him what Mike had said about their two schools and the rivalry.
     "Well, it helped you this time.  Anyway, you've got the makings of a good pack, especially with those two bruisers as props."
     "Oh, you mean Geoff Wells and Peter Fry, they are rather big.  I thought Matt did well too,.."
     "..And your pal Tony has a good kick."
     All this chat was preventing me getting at the food, I was more than usually ravenous.  I mumbled something about I expected Van was pleased but got told off by Ma for talking with my mouth full so I shut up and had second helpings and let them get on with the small talk.
     Ma made me practise for half an hour after lunch so I didn't set out for Nobbo's until about three.  When I got there, surprise, surprise, Tom Buchanan and Geoff Wells were sitting on the lower bunk in Nobbo's room.  I remembered, they were in the Boys' Brigade with Nobbo.  Billy wasn't there.  Of course, the game was dissected and I was very pleased they thought I'd played well.
     I said I enjoyed the frolicking in the showers and we all had a good laugh about it especially with me clinging on to Nobbo's brother and Chris Prosser as they were much bigger than me.
     I asked Nobbo where Billy was and he said he didn't know, he'd gone off and said Nobbo
 wasn't to tell his mother if he came in late.
     "By the way, did Billy mention if he carried out his threat?"
     The other two were interested in this and wanted to know more.  Nobbo explained about having to deal with Billy's scratches after the last game.
     "He said he was going to get his own back next time 'cos he thought he knew who did it."
     I added, "Yep, he threatened to tap them where it hurt most!"
     Geoff cringed, "I know exactly where 'cos I was walloped in the nuts once by some kid and it hurt like hell!"
     "Me too, that fool Roo smacked me there on Tuesday as he blamed me for the hairy palm story, and that was your fault really, Nobbo!  I've a good mind to deal with you!"
     Nobbo laughed and put his hands up in mock horror and the other two looked at each other, then at us.  
     I went on, "That twit there told Matt and me last week so I caught Tony Marcham and he and Cleggy caught Roo!  Did you get caught?"
     Well, well, both of them nodded and then Tom laughed.
     "And I already knew it wasn't true 'cos Dunc had got me with it ages ago, but I still looked."
     Geoff grinned, "I didn't know so I looked as well.  You lot of crafty sods!  Anyway, it's all round our class and Gerry Thomas said he even got a couple of the Fifth Formers before they chased him round the field."
     More confirmation that everyone did it.  We must wait and see what develops.  Development was not long in coming because Nobbo looked me straight in the eye.
     "If it was true then our Billy would be at the barber's every week to have his hair cut, eh Jacko?  And I don't think you would be far behind!"
     I lunged at him as Tom guffawed, "Crikey and so would my brother!"     
     I looked round at Geoff who was blushing slightly, "Come on Geoff, what about you?"
     He eyed us warily then his face broke into a grin and he held out his hands palms upwards, "Had to shave this morning!"
     That creased us all up and Tom put an arm round him and ruffled his hair.  "You big lug, let's have a look at you!"
     He rolled him off the bunk and sat astride him holding his arms down.  Geoff didn't struggle but just lay there laughing.  Tom reached down as he sat there and opened Geoff's flies and hooked out his prick which was quite stiff.
     I spoke up, "You nearly had a hardon this morning too, didn't you, Tom?"
     He nodded, "Yeah, some sod was feeling my balls when we were playing about in the showers in that scrum."
     Geoff began to wriggle around, "Come on Tom, let me up, you're crushing my ribs!"
     We'd forgotten Nobbo who then pranced back into view starkers.  He'd stripped off very quickly and was proudly showing off his stiffy.  I didn't need any prompting so my jacket, shirt and shorts were off in a trice and by the time Geoff had got off the floor Tom was kicking off his trousers.
     Nobbo did the usual and put a towel on the floor as we stood round it looking at each other as our pricks hardened and stood upright.  Both Tom and Geoff were taller than Nobbo and me and Geoff was particularly hefty.  His prick though was not very large and he only had a small patch of fair hair at its base. Tom's was about my size but he had a bit more hair than I had and was quite hairy on his thighs.
     Tom was standing by me and reached down and cupped my balls then ran his hand up my rampant cock.  Then he circled the shaft and pulled down gently.
     "I hear you shoot a lot, let's see!"
     With that he began to toss me off easing my skin down and then pulling down very firmly.
     Nobbo by this time had begun to jack off Geoff and we watched each other being wanked until I felt I was nearly coming.  I shut my eyes and leaned back and felt several great jerks in my prick as I shot my load.  I heard Tom whistle under his breath, "Christ, it's true then, Jacko, you do make a lot. That's even more than Dunc!"

     I didn't respond as I was breathing too deeply but as I opened my eyes I saw Geoff shoot off with a quick squirt of come.  I turned to Tom as I got my breath back and immediately caught hold of his very hard cock and gave him the same as he'd just administered to me.  Geoff was busy with Nobbo who came very quickly with a fair jet of creamy spunk.
     Tom took a bit longer and fired off about the same amount as Nobbo.
     Tom turned to me and put his arm round my shoulders, "Oh, thanks Jacko, that was good.  I knew you made a lot 'cos Andy Symes asked me if I knew you.  He was round our house and said he and your pal Matt were buddies now and Matt had told him."
     Crikey, my reputation was spreading but I didn't reply as I could see Geoff appeared a bit non-plussed.
     "Have you all done it with others like this before?" he queried.
     We all nodded in synchrony.
     "Who?"
     It was Tom's turn first, "I found out from my brother Duncan ages ago and we've done it quite a lot to each other since I found I could come like that last Christmas.  He told me about doing it with boys in his Form so since then I've done it with some of their brothers 'cos they all know about it."
     He spoke directly to Geoff, "You know, Johnny Prosser and Johnny McDonald in our class,"... he looked at Nobbo and me,... "and there's a couple in your class, Peter Fry and Jim Masters.  Oh, and there's Chris Nelson, 'cos I've known him for years and Andy Symes, 'cos he's a friend of Dunc's.  And Dunc's done it with your brother Billy, eh, Nobbo?, but I haven't."
     Nobbo nodded at this, "Yeah, Dunc's in Billy's diary," he stopped and put his hand to his mouth, "Oh, I'm not supposed to know that, so don't tell him, will you?"  He looked around at us then continued, "Well, let's see for me, there's you Jacko, you Geoff just now, ..er.., Matt Ward, oh, and of course there's Billy."
     It was my turn so I told them about my cousin and how I found out and that my list was about the same in number as Tom's.

     "Christ, I wish I'd known all this," said Geoff in a rather disconsolate tone, "I've been doing it since last Christmas as well. I just didn't know about all you others ... and I didn't like to ask 'cos I might have looked stupid not knowing."
     It turned out he just had an older sister and no boy cousins anywhere near his age.  He'd heard abou t it when listening to two lads at Boys' Brigade who were boasting how often they jacked off and so had tried it out on Boxing Day and shot stuff.
     All this recital took some time and I saw that he was holding on to his prick which was going a bit stiff again.  I moved over to him and took it from his hand and rubbed it gently.  My, it went hard very fast and he was soon lost in the joys of a second wank.  Nobbo and Tom watched for a while as their pricks rose then they stood face to face and did it to each other at the same time.  Geoff's short, stubby prick shot it's second load and he started on me.
     The other two had come long before I did but I surpassed myself with a great jet of spunk which shot up and splashed down in front of Nobbo's feet.  I panted a bit then said I hadn't done it the night before so I must have stored up a lot of come.  All three had wanked the night before but all agreed they didn't shoot as much as me even if they hadn't done it for a day or so. I wondered what my reputation might be now.
     We cleared up and got dressed and after that we sat around and I told them more of Alun's words and phrases and Tom told us some of Duncan's funny stories which we laughed at but I must say I didn't really understand all of them.
     Geoff listened very carefully to everything and then he asked if we minded telling him something.  We asked him what it was and rather hesitantly he asked us how often we tossed ourselves off.  He looked rather relieved when it turned out we were all having a go pretty much every day because it turned out he was too.
     I explained about what Pa and Matt's dad had said about it being quite natural and both Geoff and Tom said their fathers were away in the Army so they hadn't been told anything by them but Tom said Dunc had said it was OK.

     When we left Geoff cycled to the end of Nobbo's road with us but he lived some distance the other way from where Tom and I lived.  He cheerfully waved us goodbye and said he would see us at school on Monday.   As we reached Tom's I accepted his invitation to pop round on Sunday afternoon so he could tell me more of Dunc's stories.

     I told the parents I was exhausted after the game and went to bed early that night more or less straight after wolfing my supper.  I must have been exhausted as I dropped off soundly without thinking about the events of the day or even putting a hand near my cock.  
*
     I woke up early Sunday morning so went downstairs and disturbed the peace by practising before breakfast.  Ma came in and said she was a bit concerned because I had done two unheard of things, a) gone to bed early without being told and, b) practised without any threat!  Perhaps I was becoming a human being was her pronouncement.  I just grinned at her and said practising made me hungry so please could I have my breakfast.  She rather unsportingly picked up a cushion and threw it at me.  She then decided it would be an all-French day so by the time lunch was over I was ready to escape to Tom's.
     Although Tom lived only a couple of doors away I hadn't become a close friend as he was just that bit older and he had gone to a different Junior School but I think we both liked each other and he greeted me most effusively when I banged on his back door.
     "Come on in, Ma and Dunc are out.  She's gone to visit someone and is staying to tea and Dunc's gone round to Chris Prosser's."
     Their house was very like ours and I remembered that he and his brother had separate rooms.  Dunc had the big one like mine and Tom's was next to it.  Both were incredibly untidy, Dunc's had most of a Hornby train set round the floor so we had to be careful where we put our feet.
     We settled down in Tom's room and chatted away with him asking me first to tell him again all about what Alun had told me and we had a good giggle over that.  Then he told me things about them.  I knew Tom was about ten months older than me and realised, of course, that Dunc was near enough the same age as cousin Rhys.
     The two brothers were obviously very close, like Billy and Nobbo, as the older one in each case was made responsible for the younger one as the fathers were away.  Apparently Tom and Dunc had always shared a bath from being quite young and this had continued over the years.  Tom said that when his brother was about twelve and he was nine or so he'd noticed Dunc had hair growing round his cock and asked him why and Dunc said he didn't know.
     A bit later Dunc had found out things from some other boys and showed Tom how his cock went hard but he didn't make any stuff come when he rubbed it at that time.  Then some time after that when they were in the bath together Dunc was rubbing his cock and shot some stuff and Tom said he was very jealous 'cos he couldn't do it but now they made each other come every time they had a bath.
     Like Tony and Matt, Tom enjoyed talking and I was all ears.  He chatted on about Dunc's friends and said that Andy Symes sometimes stayed overnight as he and Dunc were great pals and it was only last weekend that Andy had told him and Dunc about what Matt said about my ability.  I mentally made a note to ask Matt a bit more.
     "It was great yesterday at Nobbo's, wasn't it?
     I assented and said I had really enjoyed everything and Geoff was a nice guy.
     "Yeah, he enjoyed it too, and Nobbo's OK, even if he is a bit afraid of his brother."
     I told Tom about our adventures with the jockstrap and he was highly amused but he had seen Billy lose his temper once with Nobbo so he wasn't surprised that Nobbo was on edge.
     "I was round their house one day and Billy accused Nobbo of borrowing something or other of his and it had got broken or damaged and Billy went off the deep end.  I really thought he was going to beat him up 'cos he picked him up and shook him, then he calmed down and said he was sorry, but he's much bigger than Nobbo, isn't he?"
     "And Nobbo is nosey, he said yesterday he reads Billy's diary and Billy thinks he can't 'cos it's suppose to be in code."
     Tom was highly entertained by this.
     "Gosh, I won't tell, but that's good!  Dunc says Billy disappears off on Saturdays sometimes and doesn't say where he's going."
     That was true because I knew Nobbo had to cover up for him. A mystery to be solved.  By this time I was feeling very horny and said I needed to go for a pee.  I returned still buttoning my flies because although I was still in my school shorts I didn't like holding the leg up as I did when younger as they were getting a bit tight on me.  
     "Feeling your own, eh, Jacko?"  Tom was looking intently at me.
     "Do you want to?"
     Tom nodded and went out to the bathroom and brought back a towel.  We slipped our things off and like yesterday surveyed each other.
     "Gosh, Tom, you've got a lot more hair than me."
     He held up an arm and there were quite a few straggly hairs visible in the pit. "These have been coming for some time now, but there's none on my palms!"
     We grinned at each other and Tom reached out and held my prick.  "We've got the same here though, a bit more than Geoff don't you think?"
     I turned so he was just behind me and he began to toss me off slowly at first then faster and faster until I shot my usual load.
     "I wish Dunc could see that, it's more than he makes and he's much bigger than us."
     We exchanged places and Tom was soon breathing hard and before long was shooting out thick drops of come.  
     "Oh, Jacko that was good. I keep wanting it, don't you?"
     "Yeah, I do.  I wonder if there's anyone who doesn't?"
     "Shan't worry about them, eh!"
     "By the way, you know you said someone was feeling your balls when we were in the showers in that scrum?"
     He nodded, "Oh, yes, 'cos you noticed I had to get dressed."
     "Well, I think it was probably Ginge.  You know, Vince Hare in our Form. It's him I think 'cos someone's been feeling up my leg in the scrums and he's behind me in the second row."
     "Yeah, Jacko, must be him, 'cos I got shoved into the second row and he was pushing behind me in the showers!"
     As we got dressed I told Tom some of Tony's adventures at camp and that Ginge had been there and he and Tony were very pally.  We decided I should have a go at Ginge and find out.  Then we went to Dunc's room and set up the trains.
     While we were doing this Dunc came home all full of beans and wanted to know what we were doing with his trains.
     "They're not all yours, Dad said I could have half."
     "But they are in my room and anyway you're trespassing on railway property,"... he winked at me over Tom's head, "...So, no pocket money this week."
     "Did Mum give you mine, then?" queried Tom.
     "Of course, and I spent it for you!"
     "Come on, you didn't!  Let me have it!"
     "Only if you promise not to come in here borrowing my things and then only 'cause we won yesterday."
     "We won yesterday, too!"
     "That's because you had a bunch of cripples and half-wits playing against you!"
     Tom stood up and held his hand out, "Come on, Dunc, pay up or we'll have you."
     Dunc laughed, "You and whose army?  I don't think your friend Master Thomson wants to get involved in your battles.  Do you?"... He turned and winked at me again, I shook my head, ... "Anyway as a magnanimous gesture, here's your money."
     He fished in his pocket and handed over a half-crown.
     Tom changed his tune, "Coo, thanks, Dunc, that's more than usual."
     "Mum was so pleased when I told her how we won both matches we got one each and you've got to wash up every day instead of me as thanks!"
     I think Tom was so pleased with the reward he didn't quite cotton on to Dunc's last condition.
     Dunc turned to me, "When do you get out of those?"  He pointed to my shorts.
     Before Tom could get in before me with any crack about I'd been out of them already this afternoon I grinned and said, "Oh, after half-term, I didn't have my fourteenth birthday until recently."
     He laughed, "Oh yes, I heard about the chimp's party." ...then seeing my rather hurt expression he became covered in confusion... "Hey, I didn't mean anything, it was just the description of all those kids sitting round stuffing themselves that gave me that picture.  Anyway, it must have been if you had Billy Clarke there."  He did a passable imitation of a chimp and I could glimpse Billy in that role. "I can just imagine hairy Billy scoffing away.  No, really, we're quite good pals, he's often round here because of the band and we've had some good times together, eh, Tom?"  With that he sat down on the edge of his bed.
     Tom assented vigorously, "And I like Nobbo very much, he's just so scared of Billy and his temper, but they do get on very well.  Go on, Jacko, tell Dunc about the scratches."
     I decided to give an uncensored account of the events and, as Tom sat back on the floor beside me, began my recital.  At the point where I described Nobbo's request to remove Billy's pants I saw Dunc surreptitiously look over at Tom who nodded at him.  Just as I was embarking on the next bit of the tale we heard a key in the front door.
     "Oh shit!" said Duncan with some annoyance, "It's Mum, she's come home early."
     A voice with a strong Scottish accent called up the stairs, "Coo-eee, anyone home, I'm back!"
     "We're up here Mum, and Jacko's here as well," called back Tom.
     "Right, I'll get some tea ready and he can stay if he likes."
     Both boys looked at me and I nodded acceptance.
     "OK, Mum, yes please, he would like to stay!" shouted Tom.
     "Sorry about cutting short your story, Jacko, you'll have to tell us another time 'cos I think you will be going into some interesting detail, eh?"  Duncan grinned at me, "Anyway, I hope you've been entertained this afternoon so far.  Knowing my little brother, I can guess," ... he reached out and grabbed Tom and tousled his hair. "He's a regular little..."
     Again, the revelations were cut short by another call from below.
     "Tom, you can come down and get the table ready.  Duncan, we need some more coal in!"
     Very obediently the two boys got up and made their way downstairs followed by me.  I knew Mrs Buchanan quite well, she taught History at the Girls High School where Ma had taught French and often popped in for a chat with her.  She greeted me in her usual brisk Scottish manner and said she was very pleased to hear the results of the day before.  I said Tom was pleased with his extra pocket money and I would see if Pa was as generous.  Food was on the table very quickly and disappeared off it as fast.  Both Tom and Duncan ate much more than me, no wonder they were so much bigger, I felt almost like a pygmy between them.
     "Come on Jacko, eat up.  Don't let them beat you."
     I tried my best and after tea when we went upstairs again I was so full up and somnolent I just let Dunc and Tom chat on interspersed with just a few comments from me.
     Ma was very surprised when I got in just after seven that I didn't want anything to eat at that moment.  Her only comment was, "Poor Mary Buchanan, having to feed you three!"  I did give her some comfort as I had a couple of sandwiches before going up to bed and my contemplation of the past very successful week.