Aladdin's Awakening by Joel

I woke up with a start wondering where I was. Of course, at home, in my own bed. No Matt, or Tony, or Roo. I looked at my watch, oh, nearly seven. I supposed I'd better get up and get ready for school. I washed and dressed and was downstairs by seven fifteen all togged out in my new trousers. They did feel a bit funny flapping round my legs. Ma had a great grin on her face when I appeared downstairs.

"Your father said you would need those and he said don't get your turn-ups caught in the chain! He couldn't wait as he had to get things organised this morning before the others got to the lab."

Oh, gosh, I'd forgotten I would need them. Good old Pa! I scoffed breakfast then practised so Ma could hear. She thought it sounded OK. Then off to school.

I timed it pretty well, the bell had just gone as I left my bike in the sheds and rushed to line up. A few raucous shouts met my arrival and I made sure I got in line with Nobbo who was also wearing his new bags. We stuck together and after assembly we had to go back to the cloakroom as Nobbo had left a book in his locker. This meant we were among the last to arrive at the Form room.

The place was in a bit of a turmoil. Huggy hadn't appeared and as we walked in we were greeted by the sight of a small crowd standing round a struggling figure bent back over a desk. It was Benno being held down by Tim Parker and Dave Morgan while Jim Masters and Ned Carter were just pulling his trousers and pants down his legs. No notice was taken of us as all eyes were on Benno's display.

"Come on lads! Have a look at Benno's hairy knob! He's got to wear long trousers now so it doesn't hang out down his leg!" Jim's voice sang out above the merry noise.

There was renewed laughter as Benno's shirt was pulled up to cover his head and as he wriggled about even more helplessly they let go of him. Unluckily, having dealt with Benno one of them turned and spotted me and Nobbo at the door.

"Hey, there's those other two, let's have 'em as well!" Saying this, Johnny Reed advanced on us followed closely by Peter Fry. A real pair of cowards, we turned and skipped into the corridor only to be met by Roo and Cleggy. Thank God it was Roo, he must have taken one quick glance at what was happening in the room.

"Watch it, chaps, here comes Huggy!" he called out in a hoarse whisper. We went back to the door to see Benno retrieving his pants and trousers from round his ankles and hastily making himself presentable while the rest rushed to their places. As we went in there were subdued sniggers and a few whispers about our fate. Soon Huggy loomed at the door.

"Not settled yet? I have a few days respite from the rabble and return to a riotous mob!" I could almost feel his glare on my back as I scuttled into my seat next to Matt. "I hope that any rites and ceremonies have now been concluded and that we are no longer in a state of chaos."

He gestured at a pile of envelopes he had put on his desk. His gaze moved on, he pointed, "Young Anthony, please to distribute these text books." Nobbo stood and shuffled to the front.

I picked out mine first and took up Matt's before going round the class as Huggy proceeded to call the register. As I circulated a few hands out of Huggy's sight pulled at my legs but I kept my composure and my trousers. I noted that Vince was still absent.

At break Nobbo and I were surrounded by the mob as soon as Huggy left the room. Our time has come I thought as both of us were seized and a start was made at forcible unbuttoning. A hand was already exploring the waistband of my pants when a sharp voice was heard.

"Hey, you lot, let them alone, you've already had a go at me!" It was Benno to the rescue. Not quite the same as being rescued by a dog but good enough. He continued hurriedly, "If you don't give us some support we'll be in grave danger from the thugs in 4S 'cos Cleggy's just heard they're on the look-out."

I did a quick button-up and then a general surge swept us into and along the corridor. Sure enough, round the corner stood a collection of 4S headed, of course, by the horrid Foster twin. I didn't see quite what happened but Peter Fry went up to him and the next thing Bernie Foster was on the floor clutching his nuts. There was a general scattering of the 4S forces and we proceeded downstairs onto the playground.

"No, that's not right!" chipped in Dave Morgan, "You should say he's got a formidable weapon! Haven't you, Pete?" He slapped Pete on the shoulder, "You're renowned for it, eh?"

By this time most people had also drifted away leaving the newly attired three with Matt, Roo, Tony and Danny Ross. The one bit of news purveyed to us by Danny Ross was that Vince was likely to be away some time. Apparently his cough was serious and he was going to hospital for tests. We were a bit perplexed about this and wondered what it meant. Our little discussion was broken up by Cleggy who came up laughing his head off.

"Hey, what about this, that lot in 4S were so annoyed with Bernie Foster for making them look stupid they've taken him round the back of the bike sheds and 'cos he was moaning about the pain in his goolies they've got his trousers off to have a look! He's moaning more now 'cos one of them dripped fountain pen ink on his bollocks so they're all blue now!"

With that he set off at speed to spread the news and one or two he spoke to made their way off the playground presumably to check on the sight of Bernie's blue balls. I thought it politic not to venture in that direction in case they might get a desire to try it on me. Benno and Nobbo were obviously in the same mind and only Roo strolled off. He was soon back, grinning all over his mug.

"You should see what they've done now! They had him down flat and that big bugger Gerry Thomas has smeared ink all over his prick as well and Bernie's swearing and cursing what he'll do when he gets up."

At that moment the bell went and we sauntered in an orderly manner into lines until the prefects signalled us in. There was no sign of Bernie in the 4S line. I did see him at lunch time sitting with a couple of the Fifth Years and he had a face like thunder so I suppose he was enlisting their aid in some retaliation although both were grinning broadly.

I nodded agreement and listened while he rattled on about something or other. I'm afraid my thoughts were still on the events of the previous week and the hope that my trousers would remain on until I got home.

Mrs Tring was very pleased when I played through the pieces that evening. She said I could go on immediately to learn the Grade 6 pieces and not to worry about the exam because we could polish the others up in the final fortnight. I must say I'm really getting to enjoy playing now. Perhaps not quite as much as playing with something else I thought to myself in bed that night.

Tuesday was a quiet day. We three were no longer news but we tended to keep together. I hadn't really taken to Benno before. He was quite dark with a sharp face and didn't seem to have any particular best friend in the class. Even Johnny Reed, whom he sat next to, was more friendly with John Wills 'cos they were in the Cadet Force together. He was pretty bright especially in Science and I had to work hard to make sure I kept up with him. Anyway, he joined Nobbo and me as we went down at break time.

Matt had gone to look at the notice board worried in case his name was there for foot rot inspection, or for a check on his gas mask, or whatever. Benno was unusually friendly, wanting to know what we'd done at half-term. He said he'd been at home keeping his two younger brothers in order while his Mum was at work so hadn't enjoyed it much. Both he and Nobbo were very envious of my tales about being at Ulvescott Manor with Matt and I could see that Nobbo was dying to ask all sorts of questions which would have to wait.

Nobbo said he, Billy and Andy had gone on a couple of long bike rides and on one of them hadn't been far from Ulvescott. They were suitably impressed with my story about Bran and the graveyard - I didn't say about the howling when I was about to be forcibly wanked - but did say one of the Land Girls said he was like the Hound of the Baskervilles.

Benno laughed, "It was called the Great Grimpen Mire and people got stuck in it and sucked down - and the dog...." He stopped a moment then continued, "....Look, you ought to read it. You have, haven't you Jacko?"

I remembered, Benno lived just outside Kerslake and cycled everywhere on a rather snazzy bike. Benno didn't seem too unfriendly any more.

After school I rushed off quickly, for two reasons. One, just in case anyone remembered I hadn't received the Benno treatment and, two, it was Mike's night for a lesson from Pa. I hadn't been in long and was just tucking into a jam sandwich I'd hastily prepared when I heard him riding up the gravel at the side of the house. I went to the back door and opened it before he got there.

No sooner said than done and by the time he was sitting at the kitchen table the cup was there and I was cutting a couple of wedges of bread. He waited until I'd finished preparing the sandwich.

I launched into the tale of the week, still keeping to the straight and narrow though I did say they had me tied down, but didn't say what Matt had in his hand when Bran howled. He listened with great interest and said at the end it sounded great fun. Then he said he had some things to show me.

He had spent the week doing lots of drawings, some of them sketches from the windows of their house but mainly ones he had done on a couple of excursions out with his sister to Alvescott. I recognised a couple of views from the hill where Pa had had his chat with me.

"I like those," I said after looking at them, "I know where that is, it's the hill at Alvescott. I was up there with my Dad not long ago."

I could see why. It was a sketch of himself in the nude, turned a bit sideways so nothing showed, just a hint of hair. And it was very good. He had captured in a few lines exactly how he looked. How did I know? A memory of him in the changing room flashed through my mind. Oh gosh, I wonder if he would let me have the drawing? No, he obviously wouldn't as he pushed it back among the others. But he had let me see it.

"Oh yes, I've done a few but I haven't kept them." He grinned, "I just stand some way away from the mirror and then draw what I see. Of course, nosy Maureen hammered on the door while I was dressing after doing some and when I let her in she wanted to know what I'd been doing. I wasn't quick enough to put my sketch pad away so she saw that one."

He grinned even more, "It's a good job she didn't see the others, they were..." He paused a moment, "....um, well, there was a bit more detail!" He raised his eyebrows and I nodded back knowingly, also grinning. "I hate to think what dear Maureen would have said if she'd turned the page! Anyway, I tore the other three up after she went off and, anyway, I think this one is the best."

I was about to say the one of him but I thought I'd better chose one of the hill. At least I could show that one to Pa and Ma without any awkwardness.

"Of course you can, I can always do more." He passed over the sheet and I put it on the table in front of me as he parcelled up his other sketches and put them in his bag. "You should get Maureen to do something for you, she's good too."

At that moment we heard Ma and Pa arriving back home from the labs, they were early. When they came in Mike was immediately whisked off to the study and I was pointed in the direction of the front room to do some more practice.

At supper time Pa had a look at Mike's sketch and pronounced it very good. Ma said she thought my piano playing was also improving even if I did eat much too quickly. Pa said he didn't understand the connection between these two quite disparate facts unless it meant I was extending both my aesthetic spirit as well as my corporeal body. What on earth do grown-ups mean? All I know is that one part of my corporeal body is extending quite quickly. My ruler tonight showed it was four and seven-eighths with the skin back. My oh my, it's growing fast, that's over half an inch since September when I measured it first!

I've also grown another half an inch as well and when I looked at myself in the wardrobe mirror I thought my arms were a bit more muscly. Must be all that exercise I had lugging wood around last week. I expect that's how Hans got his muscles, plenty of exercise. Later in bed I thought of him and Mike as I tried out my arm muscles to very good effect.

Our French Circle after school on Wednesday was good. Roo and Tony came all dressed up in their uniforms as they were being tested by Rabbity on their presentation of the hike report. Ma said she was astounded at Matt's progress and the other two looked a bit green when he came out with a complicated sentence which Ma said was perfect.

Matt stayed to tea and as Pa had said at breakfast he wanted a rest he and Ma went off to the pictures leaving Matt and me to look after ourselves. As soon as they'd gone I told Matt about my lengthening tool and we stripped off and measured each other. I've got some way to go before I catch up with him as I've now checked myself on his length and its just over six inches and much fatter round than mine.

I sang him the little ditty about 'My friend Billy' and he said he remembered it too and we had a good laugh about it. After that, though, I did beat him both times on the amount of spunk I shot! In between we finished off all our homework so had a most satisfactory evening!

At breakfast next morning Ma said the letter I had brought home was about my choice of subjects for School Cert. The Head Beak had sent a list for Ma and Pa to agree to and I was to be entered for everything. She said she was pleased 'cause that meant I was getting on OK as she had heard one or two of the others weren't being entered for some subjects. I wonder who they are?

Then I thought I'd better ask Ma about something I'd been thinking about since coming back from Ulvescott. I'd remembered Tim Parker said his brother had taken Music as an extra subject at School Cert and he wanted to do the same. I wondered if I could take an extra subject as well.

"Ma, do you think I could take German as an extra language at School Cert next year?" I asked while helping myself to a third piece of toast.

Ma looked even more pleased. "I expect so," she said brightly, "but you'll need to do quite a bit towards getting a good standard on your written work."

With mouth full I could only nod again. Politely, I waited until I had emptied my mouth. "Yes, Hans said I was very good on easy constructions but I needed to work on that and learn more vocabulary."

"Well, I don't mind helping you but I think you ought to do most of the work with someone else. I'll talk to Henry Vansittart about it on Saturday because we're going round there for supper." I suppose she saw my look of surprise, then concern. "It's OK, I'll leave food for you and if you like you can ask Matthew round as well. And, as we'll be late he could stay the night if he wants."

Ho, Ho, Ho, Henry Vansittart! I knew it was H but didn't know his full name! Must tell Tony as I don't think he knows. And, Ho, Ho, Ho, again! Matt could come and stay the night. Gosh that would be good, I'll have to ask him first thing in the morning! I've really missed him the last few nights.

I also missed Vince that afternoon during Games. No massaging of my balls, just a rather hefty Cleggy pushing and shoving. He's odd, I didn't see him in the showers afterwards and Nobbo said he'd seen him rushing off to change as soon as he got off the field. Needless to say this was the time when Nobbo and I had our rites and ceremonies played out on us.

We had come off the field together and stopped while Nobbo talked to someone or other about band practice for the Boys' Brigade so we were in the showers later than most. We were sharing a shower when four of the thugs from 4S suddenly appeared with a fire bucket and slung cold water over the pair of us.

They disappeared before we could remonstrate and before anyone else saw what happened. Even a further liberal amount of hot water didn't stop my teeth chattering and the sudden cold had disastrous effects on the length of my tool.

I wondered if having a big brother wasn't such a bad idea especially in controlling the activities of the rougher elements. Even so, they must have known Nobbo's big brother and it didn't stop them throwing the water.

That was interesting 'cause as I said that I realised that Bernie Foster had been absent from Games that afternoon so I wondered if he still had a blue cock. As we got out from the shower Roo came up bursting with news.

"Hey, Alan Foster's just told me his brother has washed his dick ever so many times but it's still a bit blue so he got his mother to get him excused Games as he said he didn't feel well."

He rushed off to spread his tidings while Nobbo and I got dried and dressed. He was ready first, said cheerio and went off. I was just tying up a shoelace when I realised someone was standing in front of me. It was Tim Parker. I was a bit perturbed because he was one of the crew who had been holding Benno over the desk on Monday. I needn't have worried.

"Have you practised much over the holiday?" he asked, "I'm fed up with those Grade Five pieces now so I've learned all the Grade Six ones."

"Yeah, I've started on them as well," I responded, then a thought struck me. "Hey, if you wait for me I'll tell you about last week and all the practice I did."

I quickly got my things ready and followed him to the bike sheds. We cycled off and I told him about the marvellous piano at Tony's Aunt Mary's and my progress. He suggested I went in when we reached his house and he would hear me play. We could hear his brother upstairs in his room practising his cello as we went to their front room.

They also had an upright Bechstein just like Mrs Tring and Tim said I could play through first. He listened carefully as I went through the first piece and then gave me a terrific lesson on what I should be doing. There's no doubt about it, he's very good. Even Mrs Tring doesn't go into so much detail.

I played through the other pieces and he made comments on each. As I played the third piece through again I heard the door open and his brother came in and stood by the piano.

"I wondered who it was playing," he said as I finished the piece, "It didn't sound as heavy-handed as Timbo here. In fact, I think it sounded quite good."

I was rather covered in confusion, I didn't really know Tim's brother John. He was in the Second Year Sixth and most of them were rather remote figures to us in the Fourth Year.

He continued, "Tim told me you played and you were also taking Grade Five this year. You'll pass quite well if you continue like that."

"Thanks, I didn't know if I would be good enough. Mrs Tring says she has every confidence in me but I didn't do too well at Grade Four. I don't think I practised enough."

"You're OK, but I must go, I'm doing Grade Eight 'cello as well as piano so I've got to practice even harder. Anyway, did you all congratulate the birthday boy today!" I must have looked rather startled. "Golly, he must have kept it a secret, I thought everyone would have known and dealt with him appropriately. Well he's fifteen now - ain't you laddie!"

He gave his brother a thump on the shoulder as he said it and before Tim could reply turned on his heel and rushed to the door. As he went out he turned and called out %Keep up the good work' and scurried off back upstairs.

I turned on the stool to face Tim who shrugged his shoulders, "I hoped no one would remember and lucky for me they didn't 'cos last year I got bumped fourteen times when I got to school and then bumped again after school." He grinned, "It'll be too late tomorrow and we mustn't forget it's Danny Ross's birthday next week, on the tenth."

"That's unkind," I said, also grinning, "Then he'll get bumped." I stood up and remembered something, "Hey, I thought you and some of the others were going to have a party!"

He nodded, "Shouldn't tell you really but it's on Friday week, the nineteenth, and Mrs Ross has arranged to have the Church Hall near them. We're going to invite all the class and the ones whose birthdays are up to the end of January are going to join in and can invite two others each."

I nodded and picked up my satchel and followed him upstairs. The sound of the cello increased although John had the door of his room firmly shut.

As we went in he turned and nodded at the wall, "You did well just now to get praise from John. He's ever so good and if he thinks you'll pass I'm sure you will. He practises for hours."

His room was smaller than mine but had shelves of books. He explained they were mostly his father's and the ones I could see seemed to be mainly politics and history. He said they didn't interest him but his father had read the lot and was a socialist. My knowledge of politics was minimal so this meant little to me so I had a look at some other books prominently displayed. These were numerous vocal scores of oratorios and such like.

Tim nodded, "Yes, he sang in the cathedral choir before he had to join up, he was what they call a Lay Vicar, and Mum sings in the Kerslake Choral Society. He's good and won lots of prizes when he was younger in Wales, there's a whole lot of medals and cups downstairs. That's how he got the job here in the choir and we moved to here about ten years ago. He's very pleased we both want to do music."

"I like music but I don't think I want to do it for a living. I hadn't really thought about it. I suppose I'll be an engineer like my Dad."

He nodded, "John's got to join up before he can go to music college. He's eighteen at Christmas and they've said he has to report as soon as he leaves school. We'll all have to wait until this War ends I suppose. Dad says its all the fault of the capitalists and money grabbers but I can't say I understand it. Anyway, do you like being fourteen and wearing long trousers now?"

"I don't mind being fourteen but I'm not sure about the trousers. I haven't really got used to them yet." I looked up and grinned at him, "Do you like being fifteen?"

"Haven't noticed any difference, it's only my first day!" He paused a moment then continued, "John says all he got when he was fifteen was a crop of pimples so he'll watch with interest for mine!"

"Matt's got spots, he spent ages in front of the mirror last week squeezing them on his chin and looking to see if there were any new ones."

My skin was so far unblemished and smooth although I had noted a small spot at the side of my cheek when I'd had a surreptitious look while Matt was in the bedroom after one of his inspections.

"Oh yes, very small but I've got these!" He jutted his chin forward and I could see a row of dark red pustules in the crease of his jaw.

"Matt's Dad said it's all part of growing up and I noticed all the boys in the Fifth and Sixth had got spots when they were in the showers after that last game."

He nodded vigorously, "Yeah, I saw them all too and that Andy Symes has them all over his shoulders!" He paused again, "Shall I tell you what John says?"

I did a mental recap, Matt certainly does and so does Alun and both of them have plenty of spots and Alun says Rhys has lots as well. I suppose it could be true, but then, I realised it might be the other way. Because you have lots of spots may be something to do with how you make stuff and want to do it. I tried this out on Tim.

"Yes," I began, "Matt's got spots and my cousin Alun's got spots and they do it a lot, and you say your brother does and he's got spots."

I went on, "But it could be the other way, whatever makes you have spots makes you want to do it. Matt's got spots and what makes the spots makes him want to..." I finished rather lamely as this essay into biological reasoning required more knowledge than I had.

Tim looked pleased, "You could be right." He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I think I've got a spot coming now, want to see?" With that he quickly undid his flies and extracted a very erect tool. The sound of John's cello was still coming strongly from the next room as we peeled off our jackets and quickly dropped our trousers and pants. I took the initiative.

"Oh gosh yes, it is," he murmured as he leaned back against me as I stood just behind him. I felt for his thick shaft and pulled down on his foreskin. His skin rolled back easily and as I jacked him off I watched his knob get redder and shinier as I pulled down harder.

As before he took quite a time to come and I knew he was going to have a massive climax because he was really panting and grunting just before he came. Just as he was beginning to twitch and jerk I realised we hadn't put anything on the floor. Not to worry, he had a handkerchief in his left hand and as he shot he caught the spunk expertly in its folds. I didn't have a chance to say anything because although he was still panting with my effort he grabbed my cock and gave me a terrific wank and as I shot he also caught my stuff in the same way. We stood still a moment as we got our breath back.

"Gosh, thanks Jacko, I really wanted that!" He rolled the hankie up in a ball and dropped it on his bed. It landed rather heavily. He saw me look at it. "That's what John calls a Yankee."

"That's a good one, I'll have to remember that." I had just begun to tell him my tale about the towel appearing at my bedside when I noted that the cello practice had stopped and without warning the door opened and John came in. Tim had just finished buttoning his flies and I was picking up my jacket. John surveyed the room and I saw his eyes light on the balled hankie on the bed.

He grinned, "Been celebrating his birthday, eh?" He advanced into the room and put his arm round Tim. "He's quite a big boy now, isn't he." Tim wriggled free and made a face at his brother. John grinned, gave a thumbs-up sign and went out shutting the door behind him.

Tim was looking at me, I suppose I'd appeared a bit guilty, almost found with my pants down. "Hey, don't worry, he came in once when Danny Ross was here and I was actually in the middle of tossing him off. Poor old Danny had a real shock! At least we were respectable. Go on, tell me more about the towel."

I had just finished my tale and Tim had agreed it was a good idea when the sounds of the cello started up again. Tim gave a snort, "Hey, listen to what he's playing!"

The tune was unmistakable. Yankee Doodle Dandy played con brio! Tim slapped me on the back, "He didn't miss much, did he?" I had to agree.

That night in bed I had Tim on my mind and wondered what his brother was like and whether he really took as long as Tim to come. Tim had also noted my foreskin went right back just like his. I tried it again. It's going back much more easily now, just a twinge towards the end. Also, it wasn't too long before I was coming again, no hankie this time, just my trusty towel.

When I'd got home after visiting Tim I'd told Ma about how he'd listened to my playing and about his brother's judgement that I should pass the exam without difficulty. Ma smiled and then said if that was all OK then perhaps some work on German might be in order so I had an hour's conversation over supper with Pa chipping in at times before I escaped up to my room to do my homework.

No escape next morning because breakfast was conducted in French so by the time I got to school I really felt I had to acclimatise myself to English. Pa said at breakfast that he was definitely going to take Sunday off and was going for a long walk over Alvescott and if Matt and I wanted to come then Matt had better stay both nights. Needless to say I accepted immediately on Matt's behalf and luckily when I told him what Pa had said he agreed very readily.

Roo's news when we got back to class from the afternoon break was that Bernie Foster's cock was almost its normal colour because some of his class had got him behind the bike sheds and had a good look and he'd seen it too. This was the only cheerful news because the beaks had been very heavy-handed that day with the weekend homework. After supper I did a bit then finished the Hound of the Baskervilles and decided that Bran wouldn't have made a good killer dog, he was too nice.

I found another Sherlock Holmes book, inscribed %To Jim from Mary'. I'll ask Pa who that was. I read that for a while and must have been tired because I fell asleep quickly without any arm exercises!

Matt turned up on Saturday just after three o'clock with his satchel and a small case balanced on his handlebars. We went up to my bedroom and Matt carefully unpacked his pyjamas, clothes and washing things, including a razor. He said his mother had suggested he had his father's spare one and he was to make sure he kept himself tidy. And there's me still as smooth as... oh, well, I suppose I will be hairier some day.

As soon as he had finished unpacking we went downstairs as Ma had said there would be some tea first. She kept us entertained over our tea with conversation in French. Matt was most intrigued with 'Enri' until he twigged she was talking about Mr Vansittart. Pa joined us and Matt got on well with him as they talked about South Africa for ages. I didn't know Pa had friends who had gone out there after they finished their degrees.

Matt's sister Julia was also mentioned but I kept my mouth shut about Elizabeth and her remark about Pa 'cause that could only have come from Julia. Anyway I hadn't the faintest notion what Elizabeth's surname was so I saved questions up to ask Matt later.

Having finished eating and talking Matt said we'd better do our homework as he desperately wanted help with Huggy's Maths. He more or less ushered me upstairs and before we started he said he didn't really understand some of the Maths and, as Vince wasn't around and I had disappeared, Jim Masters had asked him to help him after Games on Thursday. Talk about the blind leading the blind!

Anyway, Matt said he'd gone round to Jim's but after they got stuck on a problem they spent the rest of the time tossing each other off. I said I'd disappeared off to Tim's and we'd done the same, except we hadn't bothered about the Maths. Matt laughed at the definition of a Yankee and said he'd done it like that lots of times but he now knew what to call it! Anyway, no worry now about the Maths, we set to and rattled through everything we had to do and I think even Matt understood it when we had finished.

We heard Ma and Pa getting ready to go out just before seven and Ma came along to tell us there was some supper downstairs. Matt looked most relieved as we shut the last of our homework books and went downstairs to start scoffing. As soon as we'd finished we went back upstairs and went on chatting.

Just before they went Ma looked in to say we were not to stay up too long as they would most probably be late. The front door slammed at a quarter to eight and we were on our own. We waited a few minutes but by eight o'clock we were both stripped off and lying on the bed with a towel between us. Matt knelt over me and by two minutes past I'd shot my first load of the day. By five past Matt had done the same and we were both happily panting.

We pulled the covers over us and spent the next half-hour holding and feeling each other so we were soon in a high state of tension again. We had a great giggle when Matt said he was ready to fire his rifle again and I said it was more like a field gun and by quarter to nine two more salvos were discharged.

At half past nine we put our dressing gowns on, went downstairs and took back steaming hot mugs of cocoa to drink to recover our strength while we carried on chatting. By half ten we'd proved our puddings again as Matt said when we crawled into bed after a shooting display standing in front of the mirror. We laughed and giggled as we lay in bed pretending we were two of the three musketeers and trying to decide who we would like best as the third.

We went through all our class, speculating on what Dave Morgan had said about Pete Fry having a formidable weapon. We'd both had a look in the showers after PT and Games but agreed his didn't seem any bigger than anyone elses, especially not Matt. We bet that Dave and Pete were shagging each other off. We couldn't decide on any of them, perhaps Roo. Then I thought of Tom Buchanan in 4S and said what about him, so Matt said he'd rather have his brother Duncan. I changed my mind and said I would propose Mike.

In the end some time around midnight witty Matt said we'd better toss for it and the one who came first could have their choice. Once more our trusty rapiers were brandished and, of course, horny Matt shot first but I squirted more so we decided honours were even and we could have four musketeers. Matt said the enemy would really be vanquished if we had a display of the mighty foursome and on that happy note we dropped off to sleep. Gosh I was tired out, I'd never had four wanks so quickly before.

I awoke suddenly next morning to find Matt standing by the bed in his dressing-gown. He had already pulled the black-out blinds back from the windows.

I scrambled out and donned my dressing-gown and made haste to the lav and had a quick slash. Matt was right, a steady snore came from the room across the landing. Pa was really fast asleep and there was no sound of Ma stirring. I took my dressing-gown off and got in beside Matt again. He moved over towards me.

"No, not so quickly." I felt for my dong. It was quite limp and there was a distinct tenderness around the rim. "My thing's a bit sore. How's yours?"

He moved his face close to mine and stuck the tip of his tongue out and brushed it over my lips. I felt a distinct twitch between my legs. "Hey, Matt, stop it!" I moved my face away from his. "That'll give me a hardon and we've got to get up soon."

I swiftly put my hand down and cupped his balls as he was still holding his own prick. I whispered urgently, "Keep still or I'll squeeze!" I pressed my face again his and forced his lips open with my tongue and gave his tongue a mighty massage. I drew back quickly as I could feel his stem begin to harden against my palm. I remembered my fascination when quite young with the demonstration of the length and thickness of the milkman's horse as it prepared to pee outside our house one day. I put my mouth against his ear and whispered, "If I'm a little pony, you must be a horse with a cock as long and thick as you've got!"

"Hey, stop it, 'cos If you keep doing that it will be long and thick!" he whispered back urgently. "Anyway, we'd better get up, hadn't we?"

"Clot! Last night you said you wanted Duncan Buchanan to be the third musketeer. Well, he'll be along soon 'cos he delivers Pa's Sunday paper."

Matt leapt out of bed and was at the sink, running water and getting his washing things ready quicker than you could say Jack Robinson, or Duncan Buchanan for that matter. I sat up in bed and watched as he carefully washed face, neck, arms and chest. Then very scrupulously he washed his prick and up to his belly button. He turned and was drying himself as I got out of bed and took his place by the sink.

"Gosh, you've made the water mucky and you haven't even washed your stinky feet!" I said, to stir him up a bit and then used a phrase my Grandma in Chester always came out with, "I bet you could grow potatoes in all that dirt you've got behind your ears!"

His face was a picture, he really thought I was serious. Then he realised I was pulling his leg. "Hey, watch it, I'll have to deal with you if you're not careful!"

"I'll tell your musketeer your feet smell, then." I skipped out of the way as he lunged at me. "Missed me. Good job I didn't have my trusty sword with me or I would have run you through in return!" I jumped behind him and pinched his backside. "Got you! You're not quick enough, eh?"

He put on a big boy look of disdain. "Stop messing about, don't forgot I'm a whole year older than you and you shouldn't be rude to your seniors. At least I'm almost all clean now," he held his nose. "You're the one who stinks! Come on, I'm going to get dressed now."

Keeping a wary eye on any retaliation from him I washed all my bits and pieces just as he had done to his. He was still getting dressed by the time I had flung my clothes on.

He spent so much time combing his hair I set to and made the bed and even then stood waiting until he was all spruced up. We went downstairs just before eight, unlocked the back door and went into the garden. We wandered along the side of the house and got to the front just as Duncan came away from Mrs Tring's opposite and pushed his bicycle across to our house. He spotted me first.

"Hello, Jacko, you're up early. Brother Tom's still in bed. Here's your paper." He handed me the rather thin paper with large headlines about our War Effort. Matt appeared at my side. "Oh, two of you," he acknowledged Matt, "How are you?"

Duncan must have noticed but turned to me, "What are you doing up and about this time of a Sunday morning. Oh, but then I have heard you playing the piano some Sunday mornings so you do get up sometimes, which is more than I can say for my brother." He nodded at Matt, "He still looks half asleep, though. Heavy night last night?"

I hope it didn't notice but I think it was my turn to redden a bit, "Matt's being staying 'cause my mother and father were out late last night and Pa is taking us over to Alvescott after lunch."

"Oh, a good way to spend a Sunday afternoon, eh?" He paused. "I'll tell you what, if you're not doing anything later this morning you'd better pop round and wake Tom up!" He laughed, "He spent most of last night trying to do his homework and he was still at it when I went to bed and I didn't get back till after eleven. Huggy gave him extra for talking in class and chose some awful problems for him to do and he wasn't very pleased because I wouldn't help him."

We strolled back round the side of the house and went into the kitchen. Ma was by the stove busily cooking something. I put the paper on the table.

Ma turned and said with a very straight face, "Duncan Buchanan's rather big to be called a paper boy - I don't think you'd call him that to his face. Isn't he Head Boy and Captain of the Prefects?"

Matt nodded and added rather excitedly, "And Captain of Rugger..." He stopped and looked at me, "He said Tom wanted help with his Maths last night and perhaps we could go and see him this morning."

Ma said, "Good idea, that means I can get on and cook lunch in peace." She looked at me and pursed her lips, "Your father said he wanted to lie in this morning because Mrs Vansittart's gravy or something was very strong last night. I think we know what that means, don't we?" She unbent a bit and continued, "And also, Mr Vansittart said it would be a good idea for you to take the extra subject if you are good enough and he wants to see you after school tomorrow." She turned her attention to Matt, "He also said he's noted your progress this term so the French Ccircle must be doing some good." She smiled broadly, "Those are all the sermons for this morning, now breakfast!"

Matt was highly chuffed about Van's remarks and over breakfast I explained to him I'd thought about taking German as an extra as Tim Parker had told me he was going to take Music. Pa still hadn't appeared at half past nine and we were told to move about quietly if we were going upstairs so we said we would go round and see Tom.

There was no reply when I knocked on the Buchanan's back door. Mrs B's bike wasn't in the open garage and neither was Duncan's. I opened the back door cautiously, there was no one in the kitchen.

I led the way through and up the stairs. I knew which was his bedroom. The door was firmly shut. I opened it carefully and peered in. The curtains were still drawn but I could make out a humped figure in the bed.

I beckoned Matt in and we crept and stood either side of the bed. I mimed picking up the bed clothes and gave three nods. On the third nod we slowly lifted the blankets and sheet up and away from Tom's recumbent form. He stirred slightly and made a scrabbling movement as if to find the coverings. We lifted the bed clothes clear and draped them over the end of the bed then went back and stood either side of him. Matt picked up one of his socks and dangled it just by his nose. It must have tickled him because he woke up with a start and fumbled wildly for the missing bedding. Then he realised he wasn't alone and sat up straight, mouth open ready to shout.

"Oh, Jacko, I wondered what on earth was happening. I thought it was Duncan messing around, then I saw there were two of you and I must admit that scared me." He looked at Matt who was still dangling the sock, "Gosh, Matt that made me jump!" He calmed down and sat on the edge of the bed.

Matt dropped the sock and went over and drew the curtains back then came back to stand by me facing him. Tom continued, "I could have done with you here last night. I tried to do some extra Maths that Huggy set me but I couldn't and Dunc wouldn't help when he came in. I stayed up ever so late trying to do it so I must have overslept. Will you show me what to do, Jacko?"

"Come on then, but we mustn't be too long as we're having an early lunch and then Pa's taking us over to Alvescott in the car and then we're going for a walk."

I settled down and checked the two he had done. They seemed OK. I looked at number three. It was some stupid thing about two pipes filling a cistern and one doing it five hours less than the other one. I managed that one and the next one about some fool buying photographs and re-selling them each for twopence profit and was just finishing off the third when Tom and Matt came shuffling back. I glanced up and saw that both had smug looks on their faces. The bastards, they'd been tossing each other off and here was I, stuck, working out Tom's impot.

Tom bent over me, a roughish chin brushed the side of my face, "Gosh, Jacko, you're a marvel! I spent hours last night trying and trying but I couldn't see what to do."

Tom chuckled and laced his arm through Matt's and clasped my other shoulder, "Golly, Matt's got a big one, hasn't he? And he said you did it four times last night. I've never done it that many times in one night!"

"Why not, he'll be interested, he does it a lot, but I don't think he's a match for you two. But if you don't want me to I won't." He grinned mightily, "Anyway, Jacko, it's your turn now, isn't it Matt?"

There was no dog to rescue me today as I was forcibly lifted from the chair, laid over the bed and trousers, pants, shirt and vest all opened up to allow Tom's rough hand easy access to my ever-willing cock. Even after the quartet of the previous night I provided a creditable solo display much to my own surprise and their delight.

"Gosh, Jacko, I didn't shoot half that just now," Matt said incredulously, "And nor did he and he said he only did it once last night!"

Tom handed me a small towel he had thoughtfully brought along from the bathroom. They had obviously planned the onslaught with care. "Here you are, Jacko, use this!"

I wiped up the spattered come and put my dishevelment to rights. Tom took off his dressing gown and even though he'd just been jacked off his cock was half erect again. He saw me staring at it. "Can't keep it down and doing it to you made it go like that. Anyway, I'd better get dressed now 'cos Dunc will be here soon and Mum will be back by half eleven."

He began to retrieve his clothes from where he had flung them the night before and put them on. I put the pages together I had been scribbling on before I was rudely handled.

I went through them carefully and he nodded as I made each point. "Yeah, I think I can do them now. If I can come with you this afternoon I'll copy them out neatly before lunch and then I can check them." He turned to Matt, "Jacko's seen it, but do you want to see our model railway? It's in Dunc's room, come on."

I knew Matt was in his element, not with the train, but that he was going to enter his hero's bedroom, even though he was not there. The first impression was of general chaos. The bed clothes were scattered, mostly over the floor. Books and papers littered the desk and there was a rugger shirt hanging over the back of a chair and a couple of pairs of football boots under it. The only tidy bit was where the rails were laid out.

"Don't worry, my Mum will go spare if it's not cleared up by the time she comes home! Here give us a hand and we can make his bed a bit."

Between us we rescued the covers from the floor and Tom smoothed out the bottom sheet. There was clear evidence of masturbatory activity so I nudged Matt and we exchanged knowing looks. Tom didn't mention it so I suppose it was a common occurrence.

We set the trains going and had a good game until just after quarter past eleven. Duncan hadn't put in an appearance so I said we'd better be off and we would see Tom just before two and I would arrange with Pa that he could come with us.

As we strolled back Matt could hardly contain himself but contented himself by whistling jauntily. Ma was busy in the kitchen and said lunch would be on the table at half past twelve sharp and would I go and get Pa up. Pa was still snoring when I stealthily entered the bedroom. I pulled the curtains back and a shaft of wintry sun illuminated the room. Pa groaned.

"Dad," I whispered urgently, "Ma says you're to get up, it's lunch time soon and you promised to take Matt and me out and can Tom Buchanan come as well?"

A bleary eye fixed on me. "Your Henry Vansittart has a good cellar, I'll say that for him." He groaned again and sat up. "Is that water I see before me?" I handed him the glass by the bedside cabinet. He drank it down thirstily. "OK, I'll be up in two shakes. Who wants to come? Did you say young Tom?" I nodded. "Of course, there'll be room. Did you tell him we're walking as well?" A second nod. "Right, tell your mother not to worry, I'm a new man after that Château Whatever last night!"

I left not knowing whatever Château Whatever was but relayed the message verbatim to Ma who snorted and said he wouldn't have known a château from his chapeau last night given the amount he and Henry had consumed. This set Matt off into giggles and we were banished upstairs to make ourselves tidy.

"Tom said he did and I thought we'd decided every one does it. Anyway, Tom's another one to add to your list. He'll have to be your substitute musketeer."

Pa was very lively over lunch and kept us amused with all sorts of tales so the deleterious effects of Van's best wine seemed to have worn off. At five to two Tom appeared and Pa greeted him very affably and after we three were bundled into the car we set off for Alvescott. Tom sat next to Pa in the front and Pa wanted to know how Tom's Dad was as they had played in the local rugby team together when he first came to Kerslake. I didn't know this, all I knew was that Tom's Dad had been in the police and was now an officer in the Military Police.

Tom and Pa chatted away while Matt and I listened. I heard Pa say he hoped he wouldn't be stopped by any officious bobby because he was allowed some petrol for private use but there were always snoopers and busybodies and it was some people's pleasure to tell tales on others. Of course, just at that minute we passed a copper on a bicycle but all he did was to give us a cheery wave.

Pa and Tom were still gassing when we got out of the car and began the walk up Alvescott hill. Matt and I lagged behind a bit and only caught them up when we reached the top. I pointed out the view that Mike had sketched and Matt said he recognised it. The other two were still nattering on as we walked all the way along the ridge to the beacon. We agreed it was too cold to stand about so made our way briskly down to the car.

"I expect you're all hungry!" she said cheerily as we trooped in, "It's not quite ready yet. Duncan's here as well." She turned to me, "I sent him up to your room to wait because his mother said he was in the way. You'd better all go up and we'll call you when we're ready."

We all nodded and I saw Matt was gazing at Dunc ready to say something but Duncan continued, "Your Mum sent me up here to wait. I hope you don't mind." He stretched out leisurely and lay back on the bed. "Who did the drawing of you?" he asked, pointing to the board.

"Oh, yes, I know him. He's that little tough bloke in the Catholic's team, isn't he? Got red hair, eh? That's a good drawing, though, did he do the other one as well?"

Tom came back and sat by his brother, "We had a good time, it was good going out in the car. Hey, did you know Jacko's father played rugger with Dad before the War?"

Duncan nodded, "I know Dad played for Kerslake because I remember being taken to see him play years ago, and so did you but you were only little then so I don't suppose you remember much. But he gave up playing some time before the War and I don't know who else was in the team. There are all those photos in the album so I expect Jacko's Dad's in there somewhere. It's a long time ago though 'cause Dad hasn't played for years."

I hadn't heard of Pa's exploits in full but I knew he's been a keen rugger player when he was younger. "I didn't know he played with your Dad and I'll ask him if he's got any photos 'cos I don't think I've seen any."

A welcome sound came from below. We were being summoned to food! It was an orderly rush with Matt and Tom very much to the forefront. Dunc and I followed but they were at the bottom of the stairs while we were still on the top landing.

"It was very good of your Dad to let Tom go with you, he misses our Dad very much. So do I, and you're very lucky your Dad's not away. Matt's Dad's in the Navy isn't he?"

Dunc broke off the conversation as we had reached the doorway of the breakfast room where the others were sitting, obviously very impatiently.

Gosh, the food went fast and then we sat round talking away for ages. Pa and Duncan had an animated discussion about something or other but I did manage to find out Pa had some photos somewhere of himself in the Kerslake team. Tom, Matt and I had a quick game of Monopoly and all this went on until Mrs Buchanan signalled to her pair that it was time to go. Pa saw them all out and he came back chuckling.

"Och, they're a braw wee pair o'laddies," he said, mimicking Mrs Buchanan's Scottish accent very badly, "That yon Duncan's got an old heid on him!"

Ma said something that neither of them were particularly wee and he wasn't to take the mickey out of the Scots. All he did was wink at Matt and me and offered to beat us at dominoes. He did too, puffing clouds of pipe smoke at us to distract us.

At nine o'clock Ma said we'd better have baths and get to bed early because of school tomorrow. As Matt was the guest he got in the bath first and while he was drying himself I had mine. In the bedroom we checked we had everything ready for the morning and while I got into bed Matt packed most of his things. I thoughtfully put the towel in the middle, just in case!

He changed tack, "Your Dad's funny, isn't he? He's very witty. I liked that about the two wee laddies. Duncan's nearly as tall as your Dad and he said he'll be eighteen next term. Tom's bigger than me, too." He looked sideways at me, "Taller, I mean."

"Yeah, I would and I bet you would too!" He stuck his mouth right over my ear and whispered, "I tried to find out from Tom this morning what Dunc's was like when it was stiff but all he said it was so-so and laughed and said he would probably like one like mine."

After that it was like being in bed with an octopus. Matt was as horny as hell and kept his arms and legs locked round me as he rolled me around in the bed. He was licking my ears and under my chin and at the same time thrusting his big, hard tool against my belly with tremendous pushes.

I was horny too and retaliated by putting my arms round him and thrusting back. I managed at one point to insert my tongue into his mouth when he came up for air. It was a good job it was a substantial bed and it didn't creak because we were really going hammer and tongs. After a while my thrusting just carried on automatically and I could feel enormous surges under my balls.

It must have been the same for him because he suddenly opened his mouth and gave several large gasps and I felt a gush of hotness over my stomach. I followed almost immediately and shot a hefty load and then we just lay still clasped so tightly I could hardly breathe.

Matt loosened his grip a bit and was the first to speak. "Jacko, I think that was the best ever," he said with great feeling. When Matt was sincere it showed and I really couldn't have agreed more.

"We'd better have a good wash in the morning, Jacko," he whispered as I passed the towel to him, "I think we should have waited and had our baths then!"

I was awake and up before Matt so I was busy washing when he croaked a good morning greeting. Over breakfast he thanked Ma very much for having him and Ma said she thought everyone had enjoyed themselves. I know I had! On the way to school we left his case at his house and caught up, unusually for me, with a couple more early birds and got to school with ages to spare.

Van told me to see him after school in his Form room. I was rather nervous but it was OK because he began in French and then switched to German and gave me a good grilling on what I knew. He got me to read from a book as well and said he was quite satisfied but I still had a lot to do with reading the set books. He produced them and said I should read the first chapter of one of them and translate the last five paragraphs and he would see me same time next week. More work, I thought as I left the classroom. At the bottom of the stairs I met Tom Buchanan who was grinning broadly. He greeted me effusively.

We hurried out and as we approached the sheds he continued, "He remembered he'd given me those others to do and asked to see them during Maths. I gave him my rough book and he took it away but then I got a message to see him after school and that's where I've been." He put on a Huggy-type voice, "Ah, Buchanan, I see you have done six instead of five problems." He reverted to his own slightly Scottish accent, "I had too, 'cos after you went I thought I'd better try another one in case he asked me how I did them. It was lucky I did 'cause the old sod knew I'd had help."

He stood still and drew himself up like Huggy, "Now Buchanan, I'm impressed with your industry but problems three, four and five exhibit an economy of thought which is alien to either yourself or the senior Buchanan in the field of mathematics." He looked at me and grinned, "Then, do you know what he said?" He paused and put on a straight face, " 'I would hazard a guess that some assistance was sought of a neighbour of yours. Am I correct?' I told him I had asked you to help because they were difficult but I had done the first two and the sixth one by myself after you'd shown me what to do.

He then congratulated me on my initiative and application and said he would have words with 'my neighbour'. Anyway, how did he know I didn't do them all and how did he know it was you? Sorry, Jacko, if I've landed you in it but he didn't sound at all angry. In fact, I think he was chuckling when I left the room. He's odd isn't he? We were all scared of him but he treats us like human beings this year. The only one he really growls at is Bernie Foster but nobody likes him anyway."

I said we'd noticed the change as well and I didn't know how he guessed it was me. As we rode home I thought about that and came to the conclusion my working out wasn't quite as labourious as Tom's. And what about the crack about 'the senior Buchanan'. Did that mean I was better than Duncan at Maths? I asked Tom what Duncan was doing in the Sixth Form and found it was History, English and Geography. Not much Maths there! I told him Pa had enjoyed himself yesterday talking to Duncan.

"Dunc said the same, he said your Pa's great!" He rode his bike a bit closer. "I enjoyed myself too. Especially in the morning!" he said this with a straight face, then burst out laughing, "You did too, didn't you?"

I certainly couldn't deny that, could I! We parted at his gate as I had to go to Mrs Tring for a lesson with me promising to help him with his Maths homework on Thursday.

Later that night I came to the conclusion that one of the really good things which had resulted from all the activity of the weekend was that I now didn't get any twinges at all as I rolled my foreskin right back. I think I should have said 'as I came to a conclusion' !