Aladdin's Awakening by Joel

My first job in the morning was to help Hans take some larger logs into the dining room and drawing-room because Aunt Mary wanted big log fires to welcome the poor lads, as she called them, and also to make the place cosy for Miss P's birthday treat. Hans wanted to know about the plans and I said I didn't know all the arrangements but we were having a special dinner. Hans grinned and said they would probably have something extra as Aunt Mary often gave him or Herr Vogel a chicken or some eggs on a Friday or Saturday and as long as Sergeant Higgs didn't see them they were OK.

Just before twelve we set off along the drive to the gates with Bran in tow. We had told the two POWs we would introduce the others to them on Saturday as we wanted to show them we hadn't been idle while they were on their country walk. Just as we reached the gates we saw Roo and Tony coming along the road, whistling and looking cheerful, but rather grubby. Bran very excitedly rushed up and greeted them while we stood and waved.

"Too much fresh air!" said Matt, "You're not use to it. All that salt spray in the Channel - that would do you much more good!" He jumped aside as Tony launched an arm punch at him.

They visibly brightened at this and, as we walked back to the house, told us snippets of their adventures. Mainly moans, with emphasis on the pissing rain, as Tony eloquently put it. They were certainly hungry and demolished the best part of a loaf of bread between them while telling Aunt Mary about how good the vicar's wife had been to them.

After finishing the last crumbs we followed them up as they had been told in no uncertain terms to have baths and clean themselves up. As they immersed themselves in the tub I noticed Roo had a big bruise on his side. This was due, apparently, to a slight altercation with two local lads who had contrived to let down their guy-ropes one night but had come off worse as Tony had spotted them following them earlier.

He and Roo had pitched their tent near a barn so had surreptitiously holed up there so when the attack came they were ready. One of the lads was bigger than Roo and when he had been tackled had unsportingly thumped him in the ribs. Anyway they hadn't returned and the only other problem was the rain the next night. Again, a barn was handy and they had slept in it and had spent nearly all of yesterday sitting patiently waiting for the rain to stop.

We explained about Miss P's dinner party and that we all had to be dressed neatly as two of the Land Girls would be there as well. Both said they were tired and wanted a sleep so we left them in the 'Horsebox' and said we would return just before four to get them up.

We spent the time exploring the other rooms again, spending most of the time in the African relics room sorting through all manner of masks, drums, spears and so on. Both were sound asleep when we returned and we toyed with the idea of dressing up, either as Piers and James, or even equipping ourselves with African spears to prod them awake, but we thought it might be too much for their tired minds to cope with. Instead, we got changed first, then gently woke them and waited while they got dressed in their best finery. How considerate of us!

Matt was in full flow telling them about the POWs and all our conversations when a scratching at the door heralded Bran's arrival. He was a messenger again, coming straight to me with a note held in his mouth. It was a timetable for the evening - Miss P having been kept out of the way with chicken matters all day. I was deputed to play before dinner and to end up with Happy Birthday. Tony was asked to be wine waiter - both he and Roo were highly delighted with the prospect of having wine with their dinner. Matt and Roo were to sit either side of Miss P, and I was to sit between the two Land Girls.

Dead on six we walked sedately along the corridor and down the stairs preceded by Bran. He went straight to the drawing-room and sat by the piano much to Roo and Tony's amusement. As they hadn't heard me play before I think they were rather impressed and sat quietly. I heard the other four come in when I was half way through my final piece and they all applauded at the end. My first applause! I launched into 'Happy Birthday' with gusto and they all joined in.

That was only the start of a very jolly evening. Elizabeth wasn't there as she had gone home to Kerslake because her boyfriend had a weekend pass so Tony and Roo were spared any references to the rigours of sailing. Matt and I were abstemious and had only one glass of each of the red and white. Tony and Roo had two glasses of each and the others finished off the bottles! The females got a bit screechy by the end and my ribs were dug into by elbows as my partners cackled over all sorts of inane jokes.

There was certainly plenty to eat, rationing didn't seem to enter into it and we four boys were fairly quiet as we munched steadily although we did join in the general merriment at appropriate moments. Even Bran was discussed, one of the girls said he always reminded her of the Hound of the Baskervilles as that was a wolfhound but only Tony had read the book so I wasn't sure what she meant.

We didn't leave the table until about half past eight and Miss P said it was the best birthday treat she'd ever had. We sat around and chatted until half past nine when the girls said they had to go so we also bid goodnight and made our way up the stairs to bed.

It was my turn to sleep with Tony - in the 'Horsebox' of course - and, because the two trekkers said they were still worn out, we all went straight to bed. Tony and I lay side by side and chatted about some of the things we'd done during the week. We compared our nightly pursuits and although Tony and Roo had indulged every night they were far short of Matt's grand total, or even mine. Worn out, my foot!

Tony soon perked up during the recital of events and we both got in a high state of horniness with Tony rolling over on top of me and rubbing his rigid dick against my belly. That was great as my prick responded by going really hard. I stuck my tongue in his mouth before reaching down to grab his cock. We rolled about until I straddled him and started to toss him off.

After he'd shot his wad I told him the joke I'd thought up about the proof of the pudding was in the pulling. He giggled at that before giving my pudding a most satisfactory pull! Perhaps we were both tired out as we only had that one good wank each before falling asleep.

Tony was still fast asleep when I woke up in the morning. I got out of bed and wandered into the other room. Both of the others were on their backs comatose, they didn't even stir when I carefully lifted the bed clothes. Matt had his usual hardon and Roo was semi-erect. I stumbled over a shoe and had a brainwave. I slipped the laces out of the pair I found and quickly slipped loosely tied bows round their dicks, still without them noticing.

I made my way back to the 'Horsebox' and got in again beside Tony who was lying facing me. I felt down for his prick which was rather limp whereas mine was now healthily risen. He only grunted a bit as I gently fingered his shaft until it was fully erect. I thought I would see how far his skin went back and after a minute or so of careful handling I was just easing it down as far as I could when I received a handful of spunk. The sod had come without even waking up! I suppose this was how a wet dream happened and here I was with a fistful of his come!

As luck would have it Tony rolled onto his back and I took the opportunity to get rid of the stuff over his belly and hair. I then pretended to be asleep and waited. He woke slowly and must have realised something had happened down below. I sensed him putting an exploratory hand down and he began muttering.

He lumbered out of bed and came round to my side and picked up the towel from the floor where I'd dropped it the night before. I decided to be awake and opening an eye saw him vigorously rubbing his belly.

"I never knew!" He grabbed the bedclothes away from me but I managed to roll away from his grasp out of bed and scooted through into the bathroom and decided to make a dash into the other bedroom. Tony was seconds behind me and cornered me at the foot of their bed. He pushed me onto my back over the bed grabbing my shaft with one hand and pinning me down with the other hand on my chest.

Our little altercation woke the other two as I heard mutterings behind me then two more figures loomed over me, one each side of Tony. Both had erections adorned with a shoelace bow. I spluttered and pointed with a free hand.

"What's that, Roo?" I managed to say before subsiding into gales of laughter. They both spotted their embellishments and looked dumbfounded at each other. Tony let go of me, having seen what I had pointed at and burst into laughter too.

Two other pairs of hands grabbed at various parts of my anatomy and I was heaved bodily off the bed onto the floor still squirming with laughter. There was an urgent scratching at the door and Matt let go and went to open it. Saved by the bell, or rather by the dog. Bran came bounding in and stood over me, feet either side of my chest.

Tony and Roo let go of me and rocked back on their heels and both clutched at their goolies just as Matt had done the day before. I was almost peeing myself with laughter and so was Matt who was surveying the scene from across the room.

Bran lowered his head and gave my cheek a lick and then did the same to the two startled bollock clutchers at my head and feet. Matt came over and knelt down and Bran gave him the same.

"D'you want to play, Bran?" he asked. He turned to the others, "He won't bite you. I expect he thought you were attacking Jacko. Anyway we have a good game, don't we, Bran?"

He began to tickle Bran and I thought for a moment he would upend himself on me. However, he did a careful sidestep and rolled over and with Tony and Roo watching he and Matt went through the puppy play.

Bran was in his element. In the end all four of us were rolling on the floor with him until he decided to end the game by flopping bodily onto Roo who was literally flattened by his weight.

Bran casually got up of his own accord and swept a wet, rough tongue all down Roo's chest and stomach with a final lick along his shaft. We were really creased at this. Tony was almost in hysterics.

Bran's response was to poke out his tongue and lick Tony's leg and I'm certain if Tony hadn't rolled out of the way he would have had a licked dong as well. All this had driven my little pranks out of their minds and as things quietened down we all decided to wash and get dressed as time was getting on and we didn't want to miss our breakfast.

Bran watched from a respectful distance as we got in and out of the bath in pairs and then accompanied me and Tony to the 'Horsebox' while we got dressed. I told Tony about our walk to the village with Bran and then explained that I'd promised Hans and Herr Vogel we would all go and see them during the morning. I think Tony was a bit apprehensive, because they were Germans, etc., but I said we'd got on very well and Herr Vogel had heard of my Grandfather. Over breakfast we discussed our timetable and decided to spend the day looking around the house and grounds a bit more.

Bran followed us everywhere, keeping very close to me as if to ward off any further attacks. I could see Roo and Tony were very impressed when I introduced them in German to Hans who was busily sawing more wood and then carried on a long explanatory conversation with him about the pair of them. They were even more taken aback when Matt started to talk in French to Herr Vogel when he came in. Matt had learned a lot in such a short time.

The rest of the day was spent in a major exploration of the house and grounds but we kept clear of the chicken houses as Tony said he didn't want to be quizzed about the hazards of trekking in country lanes.

Dinner that evening was not the formal affair as it had been on Friday. Just the four of us, plus Aunt Mary and Miss P. All our doings were recounted again, at least those which were repeatable. Aunt Mary said she had enjoyed having us and we, meaning Matt and me, had been very helpful and had brightened the place up.

After dinner the four of us sat around in the library until just after nine when Tony said we should go up to bed as we had to set off home in the morning. Bran sat at the bottom of the stairs as we went up and as I was last up I gave him a wave and saw him go off towards the kitchen.

I was deputed to sleep with Tony again in the 'Horsebox' and while Matt and the other two were looking at the photos on the wall in the other room I washed and undressed. That was my mistake, I should have known. I was just about to get into bed when all three appeared at the door clad only in their underpants, rushed in, grabbed me and spread-eagled me on the bed. They then tied me with bits of rope they had found to the uprights at the head and foot of the bed.

"You must admit you did look pretty with the bows round your tools," I replied with a grin, although I wondered what the punishment might entail.

Matt reached out and tickled my bollocks. "Actually, they're getting plumper by the day. That's where he makes all that stuff he shoots. And look, he's sprouting under his arms too! Only a little bit so far, so he's getting to be a big boy now!" He tickled me in the armpit, then continued before the others had a chance to comment, "Hey, by the way, do you want to see his other party trick?"

I wondered what he meant until his fingers started to massage my prick which, naturally, responded by stiffening. He eased my foreskin down as my rod went hard.

"Wait a minute," said Tony, "He's got to be decorated first." He went over to the wall and came back with a large red rosette. "This'll do. It says on the card 'Best Pony: Trotting Class' and there's a good big pin on the back. Shall I pin it to his cock?"

Tony laughed, "Only joking, there's a ribbon as well. Here goes." He tied the thing with a neat bow very tightly to my rigid dick and stood back to survey his handiwork. "I think for him it should be 'Best Little Pony: Shooting Class', don't you?" The others nodded vigorously at this quip as he went on, "Come on Matt, do your best!"

Oh well, I thought, better to lie still and enjoy it while they had their fun and I hoped it would be fun for me too. I was also rather apprehensive, I didn't really relish once an hour all night, I still had to cycle home next day. Matt had just got his fingers round my cock and was giving me a slowish wank when there was a most unearthly noise outside the house somewhere on the terrace below. It was a sort of howl and we all realised it was Bran.

Matt stopped and in a few seconds my hardon wilted. Tony was the first to speak, "It's what Miriam said. You know? He was like the Hound of the Baskervilles." Everyone must have looked uncertain about what he meant. "Well, in the book the dog made a horrible howling sound, I suppose like that!"

Roo looked at me and then at the other two, "I bet that dog knows we've got him tied up. Come on, we'd better untie him quick!" He addressed me, quite solemnly, "I think you'd better call out of the window to say you're OK."

As they slipped the knotted ropes from my wrists and ankles I slid off the bed, the rosette dropping off my now limp tool. I whispered, "Put the lights out and I'll open the curtains first." I went over to the window and pulled the cord. The noise had stopped and as I pulled the inner shutter back and peered down I could see the shadowy figure of Bran sitting on the wide terrace looking up.

Bran gave an answering woof and I watched as he made his way towards the side of the house. I closed the window and pushed the shutters to. Matt was standing beside me so he pulled the cord and the curtains closed. The lights came on again.

"It's OK now, he knows I'm not being hurt." The others stared blankly at me. "I think Bran thinks I'm Piers!" I announced, "Or, at least, he thinks...," I stopped, I couldn't explain it. He couldn't think that, Piers had died in 1918 and Bran was only six now and it was 1943, so why was he so attentive and how did he know the others had tied me up? And then there was this morning when they had me on the bed and Bran was there at the door as if protecting me. It was all very strange. The others sensed it too and Tony broke the spell.

"Let's all sleep in Piers' room tonight. There's plenty of room for four in the bed, isn't there?" He grinned at the other two, "We can deal with little pony in there, can't we?"

We all went to the other room having put off the lights in the bathroom and the 'Horsebox'. They got rid of their pants in double quick time and we silently paired up standing on either side of a laid out bath towel. Matt was not being allowed to jerk me off first though. Instead, Tony stood by my side and, as the other two watched, he started to toss me off slowly and steadily.

Before I came Roo got Matt to begin jerking him off. I don't know whether it was the result of having my foreskin back all the time or the general excitement but when I came I shot the furthest ever. Luckily, most of it missed the carpet and what didn't hit Roo on the far side of the bath towel landed on the parquet surround. There was a strangled gasp of "Christ Almighty!" from a sacrilegious Roo as he saw what happened but he wasn't far behind with a good display of silvery spunk.

I waited until Roo came then went across and started on Matt's great tool. Roo turned his attention to Tony and it became a bit of a race to see who could reach the finishing line first. Matt did, with a generous amount of flying spunk but, of course, Tony had come already earlier in the day! That was his excuse, being last but not least but he still shot a goodly amount.

There was much giggling as we arranged ourselves in the bed and then we chatted for ages holding and feeling each other. In the end we had to have another round of wanks before settling down to sleep. We lay, covers down, with Tony relieving Roo of his second deposit of the day and Matt making sure his little pony, as he now called me, had a good rub down in the stable.

There was a good wipe down before a shifting of positions so Roo could feel the length and thickness of Matt's shaft in his fist while I could give Tony his second dose of my hand for the day. Well pleased with ourselves Tony was deputed to open the curtains and shutters before we rearranged ourselves and snuggled down very cosily. I slept very soundly dreaming at one point that Piers and Bran were also well contented with us.

I woke up, as usual, soon after six. It was odd, I hadn't slept so near the edge of the bed before, then I remembered and rolled over a bit to observe the three heads arranged beside me on the pillows across the bed.

All were fast asleep and looked most angelic, Roo next to me was curled on his side against my back, one arm over me. Matt was next, also on his side facing me with Tony on the far side on his back, mouth open and snoring slightly. I turned over without disturbing Roo's arm too much and put an arm over him and moved up close. I could feel his warmth against me so I moved even closer until our thighs and legs were touching as well.

I lay very still but it wasn't very long before my rigid dick was pressing into him and his was also responding. I licked the corner of his mouth which opened slightly in response. An eye opened and stared straight into mine. I licked his lip again and tightened my grip on him. He responded by sticking his tongue out and pressing it against my mouth. We touched tongues and in a moment his tongue was exploring inside my mouth.

He was fully awake now and we began to feel each others backs and arms and then slowly our hands went down to each other's pricks and just held them tightly. Our movements must have been enough to wake Matt and as I was facing his way I could see that he turned over towards Tony and a few moments later Tony was awake and both were turned watching us.

He slid out of bed his side and was soon at our side with the bath towel. He pulled down the covers and we wriggled about until it was between us. Simultaneously we started to jack each other off very slowly. Tony was standing behind me watching with Matt looking on from his position in the bed.

We kept our strokes matched and it wasn't long before I fired my wad and kept up the beat until Roo shot his load as well. After we got our breath back Tony pulled the bath towel up between us wiping us off and took it round to the other side of the bed.

Matt nodded and heaved himself out of bed and stood facing Tony, very close to him. They were so close together to begin with I couldn't see what they were doing but after a few moments they moved slightly apart. They were exploring each other's balls under rigidly standing pricks.

Slowly their hands moved upwards before they proceeded to beat each other off at the same time. Their timing was even better than ours as they both shot within seconds of each other.

They mopped up and crept back into bed. We got in a great huddle and chatted away softly until we heard a soft scratching at the door. I slipped out of bed and opened the door and let Bran in. He followed me to the side of the bed as I got in again then stood, putting his paws on the bed, looking at us all.

"You can't get in here with us, Bran, you're much too big!" I said, putting a hand out and stroking his head. He took his paws off the bed and sat on his haunches. He was still tall enough to survey us lying a row.

I didn't say anything in case it upset Tony who, as a member of the family, might think Bran should have more allegiance to him than me. He must have been reading my mind.

"I think Jacko's his boss too. You were right last night, Jacko, about Bran and you and Piers, it's as if you ought to be a member of the family rather than me!"

Roo laughed, "He heard that, he likes you too! Come on, let him have a game 'cause he won't have another after today unless we come again." He clambered over me and stood next to Bran. "Come on, Bran, you and me first! And you watch where you put that tongue!"

We lay and watched as he and Bran rolled on the floor until Roo was vanquished with a large paw on his chest. My turn next and as we rolled around Tony joined in. I stood up at last and left Tony being sideswiped by a large tongue on the face and neck. As Tony struggled to his feet Bran looked across at the bed where Matt was still propped up against the pillows.

As soon as Matt got out of bed Bran rolled onto his back and then there was a great contest of pushing and tumbling until finally Matt was pinned down by Bran lowering himself across his chest. Then the funniest thing ever happened, we three clung together on our knees as Bran nonchalantly turned his head and swept his tongue straight down Matt's belly and began to lick his limp rod. Matt tried to bring his legs up to protect himself but all Bran did was to repeat the process about half a dozen times.

Bran gave Matt a final great lick and lumbered to his feet looking at us huddled together and, again, I could have sworn he grinned. I crawled out of our heap and put my arms round Bran's neck and held him tight. What a dog. Matt got to his knees and although he must have been startled was now laughing as well. He shuffled over to us and put one arm round me and one round Bran.

We were still in a state of hilarity as we stumbled into the bathroom and again bathed in pairs. Matt and I got in first while Tony, without Matt seeing, combed the hair on Bran's head with his comb.

"Doesn't he look smart now?" Tony asked with a smirk leading Bran nearer the bath, "If we had time I could comb him all over." He brandished Matt's comb.

Tony made a face and retreated to the Horsebox leaving Roo with Bran. As soon as we got out of the bath Roo stepped in and we went into Piers' room. We heard Tony patter into the bathroom and Matt nudged me and we rushed back and grabbed him and got him on the floor and began to tickle him. Bran wanted to enter into the game and as we held him down licked him liberally all over his chest and stomach making him squirm under our grasp. Then, as a final flourish, Bran gave him a mighty swish down his dong.

We let go, leaving him lying on the floor and scooted back into Piers' room holding each other and laughing, followed by Bran. There were a few mutters from the bathroom but Tony must have thought better of pursuing us and contented himself by getting into the bath with Roo who was giggling fit to bust. We got dressed and then made sure all our bits and pieces were packed ready for Mr Marcham to bring back later in the day.

When Tony came through he was also laughing, "That dog's incredible. I've had two washes, haven't I, eh, Bran?" He rubbed Bran's upturned head and turned to Matt. "You're lucky, Matt. We'd planned to give you a good going over for boasting about your thing before we went off but we've been too busy to do anything." He turned to me, "It's all your fault, you playing around so we had to deal with you first. Still, we've enjoyed ourselves, have you?"

We both agreed we had and said how pleased we were we'd been invited and hoped we could come to Ulvescott again. Just as Roo put in an appearance the bell gave a short ring and we knew we would be having our last breakfast of our visit very shortly.

After checking all our luggage was packed we shouldered our loads and went downstairs, Bran leading the way. Miriam the Land Girl was already in the kitchen getting the table laid.

"We wondered where Bran was. He must have been out last night because when I came across this morning he was sitting by the kitchen door, then he disappeared again."

Tony looked at Miriam and grinned, "Oh, he must have come straight upstairs 'cause he was outside our room when we got up and we had a game with him."

Oh, Tony's father must be Gerald. We all said all was ready and the cases and rucksacks were in the hall. We then set to and made short work of the eggs and toast before us. When we'd finished I said to Aunt Mary how much we'd enjoyed ourselves and we hoped we hadn't been too much trouble. She laughed and said far from it both she and Miss P had enjoyed every minute and she was certain Bran had as well.

She then said she hoped we would all be able to come again to brighten things up if we would like to. Needless to say we all were agreed that we would.

I said I wanted to say cheerio to the POWs before I went and Matt said he would come with me as well. The other two said they would check the bikes and bring them round to the courtyard.

Matt, Bran and I went to find Hans and Herr Vogel. They were just coming across the vegetable garden en route for the chicken-houses. We all solemnly shook hands and I said I hoped we would be back soon. They both said they were pleased we had been and perhaps soon we would meet again.

After all farewells were said and Miss P had given us each a box of eggs to put with our luggage for Tony's Dad to bring back for us we mounted our bikes and rode off down the drive accompanied by Bran. When we reached the gate both Matt and I got off and hugged Bran round the neck before re-mounting to start our journey home. As we turned the corner in the road we heard Bran give a little howl and Matt and I rode in silence for quite a time while Roo and Tony chatted away to each other.

"You always are! Anyway, did you have a good week?" Before I could get a word out she went on, "Don't tell me now, go and have a wash and it'll all be on the table as soon as your father gets back. He went to the labs this morning and has just 'phoned to say he's on his way back."

Over lunch I told the whole tale and they were very interested in Herr Vogel having heard of Granddad. What intrigued them most were my stories about Bran - how he sat by the piano when I played and our trip to the churchyard.

I watered down the goings on when he howled on the terrace and just said I had been ganged up on by the others and I certainly didn't say anything about the rough and tumbles finishing with licked dicks!

I also wanted to know what had happened when Pa went up to London. Apparently everyone had been very pleased and he had the go-ahead for two big projects over the next few months. He wouldn't say what they were but he did say that one of them was particularly important.

Then a great piece of news. While he was with some important bigwig he was given a copy of a letter from Uncle Johann and Auntie Lilian in Switzerland which had come through their Embassy. Apparently it had been looked at carefully to see if there were any hidden messages but it did say they and their son were well. Ma was ever so happy and wondered if she could send a letter back but Pa had told her it might be difficult but he would see what could be done with his contact.

After a great fill-up - that bike ride had made me ravenous - Ma suggested I wrote a thank-you letter to Mrs Crossley so I went upstairs. First, I surveyed my room. Oh cripes, I'd forgotten but tomorrow I would be kitted out in long trousers for the first time to go to school and Ma had laid them out on the bed. I thought I'd better try them out so changed quickly. They fitted very well and were just right when I looked at myself in the mirror. Oh well, school tomorrow, it seemed an age since last week, so I thought I had better set to, write the letter and then get everything else ready. I even finished off some rather boring History questions for Campion and made an attempt at some Latin for Taffy Jenkins.

All that brain work must have made me hungry again because I needed my tea when Ma called up the stairs that it was ready. I gave her the letter to read and she said it was OK and she would post it tomorrow.

Just then a ring at the bell heralded the arrival of Mr Marcham and the clobber he had brought over from Ulvescott. He told Ma Mrs Crossley had been most impressed with us all and hoped it wouldn't be long before we could go back to see her again. I said I would like that very much. While he continued to chat to Ma I took my bag upstairs and sorted out all my things for washing. I had a good look at the towel. I giggled to myself as I thought of the amount of spunk it had absorbed during the week but it didn't seem to show too much evidence of heavy use.

I stuck all the dirty clothes in the basket in the bathroom and went back to my room. Pa was now chatting to Mr Marcham. Gosh, I missed having Matt to chat to, or rather, listen to, as he had done most of the talking when we were alone together. When I heard Mr Marcham go I went downstairs again and discovered a copy of the Hound of the Baskervilles on the bookshelves so spent the evening reading it.

I was still reading when Ma banged on the bedroom door and said it was time to put the light out. I was obedient as ever and did so and then, of course, I started to review my week. Well, I'd packed a lot of activities in, including seventeen wanks, but what about Matt? I counted up and, unless he'd had any without me knowing, his total was nineteen, so I wasn't doing too bad. I thought a bit about Tony and then Roo. Another partner to add to my list but I still had a long way to go to catch up with Roo and his list.

I grinned to myself over Matt's fright when I dressed up - I hadn't told Ma and Pa that story, perhaps I wouldn't. I also hadn't said about Pa being called the ducky doctor. My tool was now demanding attention and I thought of Matt again and what he had said about thinking of Billy and Andy when he tossed off.

A half-remembered snatch of a Junior School jingle some of the boys used to chant at the girls if the teachers weren't looking came to mind. "My friend Billy's got a big fat willy!" I'd have to remind him of that next time we're together, but now, Oh God, Jacko's got a big stiff willy and a long slow jacking off's needed desperately. Jacko, jack off!