Aladdin's Awakening by Joel

The train journey was tedious. Pa and Ma said they were comfortable enough but I was stuck between two squaddies who slept most of the way after we changed trains and I couldn't see out of the window. Also, I was starving as the sandwiches Ma had brought didn't go far enough to assuage my pangs of hunger. Still, we did at last reach Cardiff in good time and got an ancient cab to Uncle Dick and Auntie Fay's big house.

Auntie Fay was waiting at the door as we drew up. She was pleased to see us and we were ushered into the drawing room where Granddad and Grandma Thomson were sitting drinking tea. They were pleased to see us as well. Granddad had a great twinkle in his eyes and Grandma bobbed about as she greeted us. I was kissed heartily and the usual remarks about how much he has grown in the past two years were made. Auntie Fay rescued me and took me off to the kitchen.

"I'm glad you could all come," she said in her bright and cheerful way, "I'll take in more tea in a moment but you'd better take yours upstairs. You're in with Alun if you don't mind and he's up there now, poor thing!" She laughed and continued, "But I'll leave him to tell you why!" She went over to the table. "Here you are, pile some things on this plate first and take them with you."

I didn't get a chance to say anything as she bustled out before I had filled my plate. I poured some tea and put everything on a tray and made my way into the hall and up the stairs. Their house was much bigger than ours, six or seven bedrooms and an immense hall and staircase. Not as big as Ulvescott Manor though! I would have plenty to boast about on that score!

Alun's room was at the end of a corridor and the door was open. I was most curious to find out why he was up in his room and why he hadn't come down to meet us. The answer was very plain. He was sitting in a chair in his dressing-gown with his foot encased in a swathe of bandages. His greeting however was most effusive.

"Come in and shut the door and I'll tell you. Is there any of that for me?" He pointed at the plate. I held it out and he selected one of the three buns I'd strategically balanced on top of each other. "Ta," he took a large bite and chewed away talking at the same time, "I did this on Wednesday playing for our junior works team. It's only sprained, luckily, but the sod aches like hell. Some poxy forward tackled me when I was just near the line and I turned and twisted my ankle. Still I didn't go to work yesterday or today and I hope I won't go back until after New Year now!" He grinned and finished demolishing the bun. "You OK?" he enquired, "I got your message!" He chuckled, "And Rhys said you're a devious bugger writing it like that!"

I replied that I had got the hint from the way he had pressed on the paper and asked where Rhys and Gareth were. From his reply, punctuated with bites at a second of my buns he had grabbed, I gathered that Rhys and Gareth both had holiday jobs at the steelworks and Rhys would be in soon but Gareth was pursuing some bird he'd met at the University and wouldn't be in until later.

I also gathered we would be having a Christmas Eve dinner at seven and everyone was supposed to be going to the Christmas Eve service later. He said he couldn't go because of his foot and why didn't I stay and keep him company. Rhys could go and look after Nan as he was her favourite, the spotty-faced, four-eyed twit.

"Smarmy beggar, because I've been stuck up here he's been creeping round Nan and making her laugh and telling me she'll give him a better present. All Nan has said to me is I shouldn't play rough games. You watch it, Jacko, you creep round Nan as well and I'll have you!"

I laughed, "Fat chance you'll have stuck in a chair like that. I think I'll tell your Mum you don't want any dinner tonight 'cause you've eaten my tea and that you're resting quietly."

Alun made a sitting lunge at me but I hopped back out of his reach. I moved swiftly forward and caught hold of one of his ears. "See, Alun, you're helpless and don't forget I'm bigger now."

Alun wasn't at all put out and just laughed. "You wait, Jacko, don't forget we're sharing a bed and we'll both be lying down and you'll want some sleep." I let go of his ear. "My, my, that's made you think, and anyway, my foot will be much better by Monday and Nan is taking us all to the pantomime that night!"

I sat down on the bed near his chair and we chatted away. I told him about my visits to Ulvescott Manor and how we had got on with the POWs and about Bran. I didn't tell him anything about my other adventures as I thought I would keep all that for later. Later came sooner than I expected. Alun was shifting about in the chair and the dressing-gown fell back and his pyjama fly gaped open. I could see his bush of black hair and the top of his dick. He saw me looking and grinned at me.

I laughed and told him the one about the proof of the pudding I'd made up and he, of course, wanted to know who I'd told it too, and why. I said that my friend Tony had set me off with his tales of Scout camp and that I'd tried it with a few of my pals. He asked me how many and I told him it was thirteen so far, counting him at Easter. He whistled softly and said I'd beaten him already 'cause he'd only done it with about ten including Rhys and Gareth and, Christopher Columbus, all this talk had made him go hard. So had I, but I continued and told him about Matt and all his worries and how I'd had to ask Hans about his lop-sidedness. Alun giggled and said both Rhys and Gareth were definitely lop-sided and he was a bit, too.

"Hasn't Jacko grown!" was the first thing Alun said after explaining about his foot. Ma's response was to outline my average intake of food per day and to say that she'd make sure he wasn't left out of tonight's goodies even if it meant tying my hands down to prevent a food shortage. Cheek.

This conversation was mercifully brought to a halt with a commotion down below as Uncle Dick and Rhys arrived home simultaneously. I could hear Uncle Dick teasing Grandma about something or other and Ma made her excuses and went off telling me to follow her down. I heard her meet Rhys on the stairs and then he came into Alun's room.

"Hello, Jacko, glad to see you." I stood up, my hardon having subsided. He peered at me through his round-framed glasses. "Gosh, you're much taller than you were last time I saw you!"

"Anyway, had a good chat with the wounded soldier, old Bigfoot himself? He's missing out 'cause he can't creep round Nan and she says he's just one of another generation of fools playing rough games, doesn't she, little brother?"

With that he bent over Alun and pinched both his cheeks and was very lucky to miss being hit square in the goolies with Alun's reaction. He twisted quickly out of the way and the blow smacked him on the leg. The brothers stuck their tongues out at each other.

"Missed, old son, got to be quicker than that! Anyway, news for you all. Uncle Edward is coming tomorrow and is staying for the night. He wangled a case in Cardiff this week so he could be here for Christmas."

I asked what he did and Rhys said that as he was a solicitor he was now a Major in the legal branch of the Army and spent most of his time dealing with courts-martial. I didn't know Uncle Edward very well. I'd only met him a couple of times before when I'd been with Ma and Pa to visit Granddad and Grandma outside Chester where they lived in a large house in a village. Uncle Edward was a partner in Granddad's firm of solicitors. Apparently he was a great favourite of the three boys. I looked forward to meeting him again.

Rhys warned me I'd better tidy myself up before dinner and steered me towards the bathroom. When I came back the two brothers were sitting with great grins on their faces. I assumed Alun had been telling Rhys about my tales. Rhys said nothing but flashed me a smile and said he would go and make himself respectable as well.

"You'll make certain I get my fair share tonight, won't you, Jacko?" Alun asked with an emphatic air. "Rhys and Gareth will just say I don't need much, but you'll keep at eye on things, please, Jacko, won't you?"

"Good idea, spotty-face Rhys can go and look after Nan. Gareth'll go 'cause his girl-friend will be there so we can look after ourselves!" He chortled at this then scrabbled under the chair and drew out a walking stick. He stood up gingerly and announced he had to go for a pee and hobbled out. I followed and went downstairs to be greeted by Uncle Dick and then had to tell Grandma all about school.

There was another commotion in the hallway about seven and it was Gareth in a great hurry running upstairs. I caught a glimpse of him and, my word, hadn't he grown since I last saw him. He was down again shortly and greeted Ma, Pa and me most effusively. He was even taller than Pa, about six foot two and broad with it. He clapped me on the back, ouch, once was enough, and then winked at me and made some remark that I wasn't his little cousin any more.

I hadn't realised it but, of course, all the men other than me and Rhys had changed into dinner jackets so it was going to be quite a formal affair. Rhys appeared bearing two plates of bits and pieces, then Uncle Dick dispensed sherry and I got a glass without anyone commenting. Goodho, things weren't too bad.

Dead on eight o'clock the gong sounded and we all trooped into the dining room. As youngest I had to escort Grandma and sat between her and Rhys. I never gave Alun a thought but tucked in myself mightily. At the end we had to drink toasts and Uncle Dick made his announcement. From January the First he was to be the Managing Director of the steelworks and be on the Board. I didn't know what this really meant but I gathered it was a very important job. Then we had games, much enjoyed by Grandma, until at ten Ma inclined her head towards the door and I followed her out.

I secretly hugged myself inside and made my way up to the bedroom. Alun was listening to his wireless but was very pleased when I told him I would be staying while the others went out. I sat and listened with him until the noise downstairs told us they were off. I took my dressing gown with me to the bathroom and undressed and washed. I'd felt a bit tired earlier but all the food, drink and excitement had made me wide awake now. I slipped my dressing gown on, picked up my clothes and walked back to the bedroom. Needless to say I was in a high state of horniness. When I got back Alun was sitting on the side of the bed. I dropped my clothes on a chair and walked towards him.

I again did as commanded, facing away from him. His left hand gripped my rod and he held me round the thighs with his other arm. He began to jack me off slowly but very firmly.

As he pulled away so my foreskin rolled back and, peering down, I was amazed myself at how big my knob looked compared with even just a couple of weeks ago. Gosh, the steady rhythm was bringing me to a climax. It was a climax, too. Good job he was holding my dong upright because I shot a great jet of come straight up in the air and, luckily, it all landed on the towel. Alun gave a low whistle.

I stood a moment or two to get my breath back then it was my turn to do some commanding. I told him to take his dressing gown off and lie back on the bed. In seconds he did as he was told with a great grin on his face and a thick, stiff prick pointing up his belly. He'd also grown since Easter, not only was he a good couple of inches taller but his cock was now longer and much thicker. Gosh, I hoped all Thomson cocks grew as big as that!

I bent over him and licked him under the chin. I had found Matt nearly went berserk when I did that to him. It had the same effect on Alun. His chin came forward and he gave a number of low moans. I swiftly licked my way down his chest and stomach and thought, now or never! I got onto the bed and knelt over his legs and took his knob end in my mouth. I rapidly began licking and sucking and rolling his skin up and down with my lips.

His prick was much too long to take fully into my mouth but it didn't matter, he was almost in a delirium by the time I had sucked enough to make him come. He shot loads too, much more than Matt, and I swallowed it all. It's strange salty sweet taste was not at all unpleasant. I held his prick in my mouth a few moments after he came and then flopped down beside him. He took longer than me to recover then he rolled over and hugged me.

Alun rolled over in the bed, pulled on a piece of string hanging above the bed and the light went out. We turned to face each other and I went on telling him more of my tales. Or, at least, some of my tales because by just after eleven o'clock we both decided we were tired out and fell fast asleep. I did hear the door open much later but didn't turn over to see who it was. Father Christmas I supposed.

I was prodded awake by Rhys who came in bearing a tray of teacups. "Wakey, wakey, you two! Merry Christmas, here's your morning tea!" I heard him put the tray down and as we didn't stir fast enough he whipped the bedclothes down exposing our nakedness. We were too, as neither of us had bothered to put pyjamas on and I also realised I had a healthy hardon. It must have just growed, just like Topsy, 'cause I'd been sound asleep when he first came in.

By this time Rhys had gone across to pull the curtains back. I glanced down at Alun and he too was well-equipped with a huge stiffy. I turned onto my back to give Rhys a good view. He peered down at my rampant equipment and grinned.

I slid out of bed and saw he was studying me intently as I picked up my dressing-gown and slipped it on. He picked up the tray and led the way out to their bedroom next door. I didn't remember having been in it before. It was bigger than my double room and it was a real jungle of books, clothes, magazines and all sorts of other things with various flags and maps stuck on the walls. It was more of a muddle than Duncan Buchanan's room and to my tidy mind that was chaotic enough.

There were two single beds side by side on one wall and in one the sleeping figure of Gareth was almost fully covered by the blankets. Just the top of his head was visible. Rhys repeated his rousing gambit.

With that he whipped the clothes back off the recumbent figure which thrashed around trying to grab the blankets back. Gareth, like Alun and me, was sleeping in the nude and if I thought Alun's pole was big... well!! Gareth's was massive! Hardons in the morning seemed to be the common element amongst the younger Thomsons.

I turned and looked at Rhys who was grinning from ear to ear. Casually he untied the bow in his dressing gown cord and shucked the gown from his shoulders. Crikey, he and Gareth were a matched pair. In fact as Rhys wasn't so tall and hefty as Gareth the impression was that his prick was even bigger. It stood upright with the end well in line with his navel. Gosh, Matt, I thought, even you have some way to go! If all three of my cousins were so well-endowed would I end up like them? I sincerely wished I would.

Rhys came up behind me and slipped my dressing gown off my shoulders. It fell to the floor just as Gareth opened his eyes. Rhys and I stood side by side, his arm round my shoulders.

"There's no doubt you're a Thomson, young Jacko, with a prong like that!" He echoed his mother at Easter, "He's just like we were, eh, Rhys?" His face creased into a great smile.

He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. I could see he was very hairy. His thighs were covered with a mass of very black hair which joined the thick bush stretching well up his belly with a dense band of curls reaching his navel. A line of hair ran up his stomach to his chest where curls round his nipples stood out from the sprinkling of black hairs across his chest. I put a hand out and rested it on his shoulder and felt how hard and muscly he was. He gently squeezed my balls in response.

"We got your message," he said, grinning, "Alun told us all about Easter. And we've also got the evidence from last night." He pointed past me. I turned slightly and saw the towel which had been on our floor but was now draped across a chair back.

He continued with an amused tone in his light Welsh lilt, "When we came to bed last night Rhys popped in to see if you two were alright and found you both sound asleep. As he nearly tripped over the towel you had thoughtlessly left lying on the floor he brought it back here for inspection. We deduced from the signs that you had both demonstrated your manliness during the evening, so, what have you say for yourself! Eh?," he squeezed my balls again, waiting for my response while Rhys chuckled and clutched my shoulder a bit harder.

I giggled inwardly and decided to give him a deadpan response. "Firstly, you are incorrect, I heard someone come in so I wasn't asleep. Secondly, yes, you are right, we did demonstrate, as you said our manliness, but..," I waited a moment while Rhys chuckled again, "you haven't interpreted the signs correctly." I waited another moment, then pointed at the towel. "There is only evidence of one.., me.., once!" I concluded triumphantly.

Gareth looked up at Rhys, "My God, we thought they'd had at least a couple each!" He turned his gaze to me and, I thought, looked at me admiringly, "If you're telling us the truth, and I've got to believe you, you've got a real spunk factory between your legs, young Jacko! You'll need to be tested."

He let go of my balls and ran a finger up my erect prick. I winced from the intense pleasure. He grinned, "Not now, later, we've got to be up, dressed and ready for breakfast soon. We're all early risers here, in more ways than one!"

He stood up and towered over me. I glanced all the way down him. I giggled inwardly again, as Alun had said last night, like Matt and Hans he was deformed. One of his massive balls hung lower than the other. I switched my gaze to Rhys. He was about three inches shorter than Gareth, so he was a good head taller than me, and, lo and behold, he was lop-sided as well! Obviously, something to discuss later but at that moment the door opened and in came a limping, bleary-eyed Alun clad in his dressing gown. We turned towards him, his eyes opened wide.

"Oh, gosh," he burbled, "I wondered where he was! I might have guessed!" He closed the door behind him and continued in a conspiratorial but excited voice, "You should have seen him last night!"

Alun limped over to the chair and sat down, "Gosh, he came loads first and,... ...D'you know what he did then?" He leaned over towards his brothers looking at them questioningly. They looked at him impassively. "He sucked me off! Gosh, that was good! I've not had that done before, have you?"

Both brothers laughed out loud and I found myself enveloped in a mass of flailing arms and muscly bodies as they simultaneously grabbed me and lifted me up between them. I was now on a level with Gareth's face who said with a wide grin, "You little bastard, where did you learn that trick?"

Rhys ran his hand up my back. Oh Crikey, if they did anything else I felt I'd fire a load without warning. Not to worry, they let me down and, as my feet touched the ground, Rhys said, "Yes, Jacko, it's good, isn't it!"

Alun was clearly annoyed, his brothers had kept information from him! But, before he could speak Gareth smiled at him, "I haven't told you everything that's happened to me or I've done and I don't suppose Rhys has either! Don't get upset, Alun, you're still learning, and you had a nice lesson last night. You've got a real pal here, so be glad!"

He reached out and put a hand on Alun's arm, "Come on, no hard feelings, except where you like them, eh? That's the Thomson motto, isn't it? Here, take you're cousin back and we must get up and about or the grown-ups will be chuntering."

I picked up my dressing gown and rescued the towel from the chair that Alun was sitting on. As I put the dressing gown back on I felt big. I might not be as tall as them, nor have such a big prick as any of them yet, but I knew I was a member of the Thomson clan! I knew I was going to enjoy the next couple of days. I helped Alun up and together we went back to our bedroom.

The rest of Christmas Day sped by. We got Alun down the stairs ready for the present opening with much under the breath cursing and swearing on his part. I had loads of presents including a five pound note each from Granddad and Grandma and a couple of pound notes from Uncle Edward! What riches!

All were intrigued by my parcel from Hans. It was an exquisite carving of a shepherd and Alun kept picking it up to admire it. In a large envelope were two drawings, one by Mike and one by Maureen. Mike had drawn me sitting at the kitchen table with teapot, teacups and a mound of bread and butter beside me which caused a good deal of hilarity.

Wait until I see Mike! Maureen's drawing was ever so good, it was a head and shoulders, like the one Mike had already done of me, but this one, I found out, copied from a photo Ma had lent her. Of course, the boys wanted to know who the girl friend was who drew it, much to my embarrassment. I vowed I'd get my own back somehow!

Christmas lunch was superb and a big highlight was the appearance of Uncle Edward who arrived, resplendent in his Major's uniform with red tabs and Sam Browne belt, just as the lunch gong sounded.

After the rest of the afternoon and an evening of games and singing I was ready for bed when Ma nodded towards the drawing room door. I said my good nights and dutifully went upstairs, washed, undressed, switched the light out and got into bed.

I lay for a while thinking about the day and was just about to doze off when the door opened, closed, and Alun, I thought, got straight into bed beside me. I turned over and realised that it wasn't Alun. The big, well-muscled, hairy body next to me was Gareth. My cock immediately went stiff. I rolled over towards him and felt down between his legs. His tool was still limp but as I held it and pulled back slightly it stiffened in my hand. He turned and lay on his back.

I couldn't see anything as the room was pitch dark because of the blackout but he reached out and switched on the light which was on the bedside table. I rolled the bed clothes back and could see his colossal dong lying up his belly. I wanked him slowly and firmly and he came with a mighty whoosh of thick, creamy spunk. He put out a finger and dipped it in one of the sticky pools and put the finger to my lips. I sucked the come off. It wasn't so sweet tasting as Alun's or Matt's, it was much more salty. I got my hankie out from under my pillow and handed it to him. He mopped up most of the wetness but before he could finish I leaned over and licked up another droplet caught on the hairs on his stomach.

He ruffled my hair with his other hand then turned me on my back and my prick disappeared in his huge hand. His fist seemed to cover almost my whole length. I peered down as he slowly pulled up and down and saw my knob end pop in and out of his encircling mitt. When I came I didn't disappoint him. My spunk factory was in full production! A plume of come shot out first, then, as he tentatively pulled down on my throbbing rod, several great squirts followed. He tenderly ruffled my hair again.

I hadn't known that but having tasted only boys of my own age until tonight now realised, as Gareth was four years older, his was saltier. I whispered back all this and he ruffled my hair again. He passed me the hankie and when I'd dried myself I folded it and tucked it under the pillow again. He reached up and pulled the string to switch off the light and then pulled the blankets up.

Gosh, he was hard and muscly and I could feel the hairs from his thighs upwards tickling me. It was wonderful. I just dropped off to sleep and didn't wake up until Rhys prodded me awake again.

I nodded. "Yep, I think so!" I said briskly, "But you'd better ask Gareth, though. I didn't expect him to come in like that." I thought back to the hard, heavy ribbiness of that giant tool in my hand. "Gosh, he's big isn't he?"

Rhys chuckled and leaned forward again, "How did you do him?"... I held my thumb and fingers together and made a few jacking off movements. ..."You didn't?..." he opened his lips into a circle and I shook my head. "Did you do it to him lying down?" I nodded again. "...And he did the same to you? And you made lots of stuff?"

He laughed, "Not for long, in two years time you'll be big, I guarantee. Look at Alun, he had a weeny little rod when he was your age, nothing like as long as yours is now. We used to pull his leg about it, then it just grew ever so quickly and it's almost as long as mine now and you know mine is the same size as Gareth's 'cause you saw it yesterday."

To confirm this he flipped open his dressing gown and displayed the twin to the one I'd had in my hand the night before. He drew the gown about him as the body on the bed stirred.

"I've brought you some tea, Gareth, and it's time to get up!" Rhys said sharply. "Mum says breakfast is at eight prompt because they're all going off to church." He laughed, "Dad's very funny, he said Grandma is only going to make sure her insurance premiums are paid up and Mum said he'd better not let her hear him say that or there would be trouble! He said you mean there would be hell to pay as well! I don't think Mum was too pleased 'cause she said he taught us boys bad manners! Your Dad just sat and laughed."

My goodness this was a house of early risers and if I wanted some breakfast I'd better get down fast before the others scoffed it all. I went off to the bathroom and when I came back Rhys was sitting on the edge of the bed polishing his glasses and in earnest conversation with Gareth. Rhys grinned up at me.

"Come on then, Jacko, get your clothes on and we'll go down to breakfast. By the way," he dropped his voice, "Don't say you and Gareth were in here together last night, eh?" He raised his eyebrows.

I grinned back, I liked the conspiratorial nature of my new adventures. Two cousins down, one to go. I followed Rhys next door to his room where Alun was on his back, mouth gaping, fast asleep.

I turned and watched Rhys dress. He was thinner than Gareth but his lithe body was also quite muscly. I hoped I would get a better chance to examine him more closely. At least I could see now that he also had very hairy legs and as he raised his arms to put his shirt on I saw the black tufts in his armpits too. As he tied his tie he looked at himself closely in the mirror inspecting his much-pimpled face.

"God, Jacko, look at these monsters!" he moaned, "You should be glad you haven't got any yet. I need a shave but it's hell when I nick the top off one! Oh, bugger them, come on, let's get down to breakfast!"

We were greeted cheerfully by Uncle Dick and Pa who were sitting in the breakfast room drinking tea having finished eating. I was helping myself to porridge from the sideboard when Uncle Edward came in and was chided by his brothers for lateness. He ignored their remarks with a toss of the head and sat down and poured himself a cup of tea as Uncle Dick left.

I supposed he wanted to know if we knew what a brontosaurus was and what sesquipedalian meant. I knew a bit about dinosaurs but I hadn't heard the other word before. Ah, but I did know that sesqui meant another half more 'cause it had come in a translation recently.

Uncle Edward laughed, "Good for you, but only worth five bob each. You're right about the bronto - that means thunder in Greek - and the other means a foot and a half.."

Uncle Edward shook his head, "No, you don't catch me like that!" He fished into his trouser pocket and drew out four half-crowns and flipped two each towards us. "You did well enough to get that far and you'd better not tell them what I said or I'll be in hot water!"

He turned to Pa who by now had also finished but was sitting listening. "By the way, James, I'm in your direction on Monday after New Year. Ulvescott or somewhere like that. I'm prosecuting some dumb Sergeant who's been selling rations on the black market."

I told him the tale of how Bran had knocked him off his bike and the policeman had discovered the parcel of food. Then I went on to say I'd spent a lot of time while I stayed at the Manor practising my German with Hans who had given me the carving. Uncle Edward was obviously interested in what I'd said because when Rhys and I had finished and left the room I heard him asking Pa about the Manor.

We went up to jingle our well-earned coinage at Alun and Gareth who were still in their beds and tell them what Uncle Edward had called them both and how we, his erudite nephews, had earned some ready cash. They quite independently made unwarranted violent lunges towards our persons and we had to hold Alun down and tickle him as a punishment while he swore to do unmentionable things to us when his foot was better.

Gareth, whom we visited secondly, was true to Uncle's description and lumbered out of bed thunderously, threatening to pulverise us if we didn't move out of his way sharpish as he wanted a slash urgently. We did as told and soon after Alun limped in carrying his clothes.

We grabbed him again and dumped him unceremoniously on the bed and held him down struggling away while we both gave him another tickling and reiterated Uncle Edward's description of him, this time emphasizing the stumblebum.

Because Rhys and I were up and dressed first we were dragged off to the morning service. It wasn't too bad, plenty of hearty singing and the organ sounded smashing. All that singing made me hungry so I was glad when one o'clock came and Sunday lunch was on the table!

I had to play to Grandma in the afternoon - I'd thoughtfully brought my music just in case - well worth it as she pressed a folded up pound note into my sweaty paw when I finished and gave me a peck on the cheek as an extra.

That night Alun and I went upstairs together to get ready for bed, but, as I suspected, he whispered goodnight to me at the first of the two bedrooms and I went to the second. I was in bed reading by the light of the bedside lamp when Rhys came in. He was soon undressed and in bed beside me. I whispered that I wanted to have a look at him and peeled back the blankets. He was another black-haired Thomson with very hairy thighs, just like Gareth. After running my fingers through the tufts on his leg I stroked his left ball and felt the hard walnut under the wrinkled skin which had lots of long straggly hairs all over it.

I whispered "Gosh, Rhys, your balls are huge!" before I moved my hand up and pushed my fingers into the wiry bush surrounding his rapidly hardening prick which lay up his belly. A few black curls straggled upwards and ended abruptly at his navel. Unlike Gareth he only had a light dusting of short black hairs up his stomach and there were none on his chest.

I leaned over him and touched a nipple with my tongue. He shuddered. I licked around his nipple and felt a few rough hairs rasp my tongue. I continued my exploration and lifted an arm. His hair under there was very thick and long and he had a more acrid smell than I'd noticed on either Alun or Gareth. It wasn't unpleasant, just sharp.

Poor lad, his face was a real mess. Matt's, or even Alun's, spots and bumps were nothing compared with Rhys's profusion of lumps and festering pustules with black hairs in between. I touched his lips with my tongue.

He turned to give me a view and there, across his shoulders, were patches of angry-looking red pimples. "You want to hope you don't get any. Gareth was lucky he's got rid of his and Alun hasn't got as many as me. Still, one of my friends at school said he'd heard his Dad say they make you more randy!"

He squeezed my arm as he said this and I remembered my early conversation with Matt. I'd better ask Rhys a bit more later! I had finished my inspection by this time so thought I'd better see if Rhys was really randy. I started off as I had with Alun with a few licks under his chin while I touched his balls and then I gripped his thick, hard dick. Gosh, it felt really strong!

Next, I slowly ran my tongue all the way down until I reached his navel and at the same time pulled down hard on his prick to roll his foreskin back. As soon as my mouth reached his rod I began to lick his knob end and he began to rock up and down. He caught hold of my head and held it as I licked round the rim teasing the stringy join in the groove. I opened my mouth very wide and slipped his knob in and began to suck.

He was certainly randy! I only managed to suck at his knob and didn't attempt to take any of his length in because in half a minute he'd shot his load. There was a lot of spunk and it tasted salty, just like Gareth's. I swallowed it down and raised my head which he was still holding tight. I slid up the bed beside him and touched his lips with my spunk-smeared tongue.

He soon recovered and it was my turn to be inspected. He felt my legs and I could feel his fingers exploring the slightly rough new growth of hair on my thighs. He parted my legs and weighed my balls in his hand before sizing my nuts with probing fingers. My foreskin was still over my knob so he pulled it back slowly and ran a finger up and down my rigid dong. Ow!..Aw!.. it was exquisite.

I breathed in deeply as he moved his hand up, tweaked at my bush and then brushed it flat again. He lifted my right arm and felt in the pit. He tickled me a bit as he explored and found my tiny patch of down. Then he leaned over and parted my lips with his tongue while at the same time gently squeezing my balls. I felt I wouldn't be long in coming tonight. He moved his mouth to my ear.

Crafty sod, he'd brought a towel with him which he laid on the floor someway back from the dressing table and its mirror. I got out of bed the other side and stood facing the mirror a bit back from the edge of the towel.

I was too, I mustn't disappoint him. He stood just behind me and began to jack me off slowly. I knew it would be good and, whether it was the result of yesterday's Christmas pudding or the two bowls of Auntie Fay's porridge this morning, my spunk factory was working flat out. He got his reward. I counted one hundred and forty-five downward pulls before the surges under my prick began. He slowed right down as he sensed I was about to come and matched my spasms so that each time he pulled down I squirted a stream of stuff up and over the towel splashing down well past it but not hitting the dresser like that time with Tony. It wasn't that I didn't fire as far, it was that the dresser was further away this time!

He hugged me more and asked me when I'd found out I could make stuff and who I'd done it with. I told him a bit about Tony and Matt and then thought I would ask him a few questions now.

"Yeah, he does too. We generally go to bed about the same time so we often watch each other standing up. We've done that ever since he did it to me the first time. Gosh, Jacko," he mused, "Gareth is big, isn't he? Christ, you should see his balls bounce when he beats his meat! His balls aren't bigger than mine but they hang lower!"

All the time we were talking we were feeling each other's cocks. Both were hard again. I slipped out of bed and retrieved the towel and put it between us. We resumed our conversation and he told me about some of the boys he'd tossed off at school and then we both fell silent as within seconds of each other two jets of spunk shot from our knob ends. I fell asleep in his arms within a few minutes after that.

I was prodded awake by Rhys for the third morning running. At least, I thought it was morning but it could only have been a couple of hours later. He was rampant and the prodding instrument was his dick against my stomach. I woke slowly to find he had by then lifted my hand and placed it on his cock and was already busy on my ever alert dick.

I turned on my back and for the third time that night fired my wad. I found the towel and wiped up the few drops of come I'd managed to produce and decided to give Rhys something else to remember. I nudged him over onto his back and pulled the blankets right back and knelt over him. I lifted his stiff heavy cock and gave him a mighty fast hard wank. My fist fairly flew up and down pulling on his hefty dick. He grunted and squirmed then he shot. I was hoist by my own petard. I made the mistake of leaning forward over him just as he came. And he came lots, all over my chest. I flopped forward onto him so all his spunk was squashed between us. His chest was heaving as he got his breath back and he took me into a great bear hug.

Soon was half-past seven. He was standing by the bed having drawn the curtains back and the change in light woke me. He extended a hand and I dutifully got out and stood beside him. His cock was already standing to attention, mine wasn't, yet! He'd already placed the towel on the floor so I began on him. I could see him in the mirror and if Gareth's balls bounced, so did his! Not for long though, they soon went hard and lifted in a tight bunch.

I put my other arm round him and squeezed them slightly. He leaned back hard against me, mouth open and panting hard, and shot his load. It didn't go far but there was lots of it! My turn as we exchanged places and my now stiff prong was carefully encircled by his experienced hand. My nuts were also pressed as my prick was pumped. The desired effect was surprisingly quick in realization but was not quite the previous night's display. I did shoot as much as he had, I'm glad to say, even on my fourth firing of the night. I sat on the edge of the bed, shagged out, or tossed off, or whatever the best term was. I wasn't really, I actually felt quite exhilarated and very proud. I had matched, and even beaten, my older cousin.

We went to the bathroom together and I had a quick bath. Rhys soaped me down and rubbed my back and told me I hadn't better get a stiff dick again yet as it made his arm ache! Cheek!

I left him in the bathroom as he wanted a bath as well and went back to the bedroom. Surprise, surprise, who should be under the bed clothes but Alun. He eyed me with a quizzical look.

His shoulders heaved with silent mirth. "I thought as much. He said he was going to test your stamina but you've tested his as well. Gosh, and he's playing this afternoon. So's Gareth, but we only did it once each last night!"

I found out that the two older ones were playing in two of the works rugger teams in Boxing Day friendlies against two club sides. Rhys was on the wing in one team and Gareth was lock forward in the other. Alun was supposed to be playing in the same team as Rhys but because of his injury he couldn't. I said I'd like to go and watch if he didn't mind being left at home. By this time I'd dressed and Rhys came in just as I was tying my second shoe lace. He was fully dressed too. He shut the door behind him.

He addressed Alun across my head. "You were right, Alun, the lad shoots a right packet. I've never seen so much, not even that Emmanuel Pritchard I've told you about."

Rhys laughed a hollow laugh. "If we sang it to him once we sang it a thousand times but we gave up in the end because he never seemed to mind. I think he rather liked it. And, boyo, couldn't he come! But not as much you, Jacko. You're a real prize!" He prodded Alun through the clothes, "And four times in a trot, eh, answer that!"

Alun didn't answer that but lazily sat up. "And I hope you haven't sapped your stamina for this afternoon, dear brother," he said in measured tones, "You know you shouldn't before a game and four times could be construed as excessive!"

Uncle Edward was sitting in solitary state at the table chomping through a plate of bacon and eggs. He pointed to the side board. "Help yourselves, there's more bacon, I brought my mess rations with me so eat it up."

"Good, it's arranged then. I talked to your Mum and Dad about it last night and they agreed and Fay says you're welcome to stay as long as the boys don't mind. Anyway, you'll be company for Peg-leg too."

He paused, "Also, you can help me out. Nobody's translated the prisoners' statements and your Mum says you're a dab hand at German so could you have a go? I can then say I have to transport my translator and my driver won't be able to drop me in the sh... pardon, ...the mire!"

I understood and I said so, in my best German. I said I was at his command and I was pleased to stay and to translate for him. Both he and Rhys looked at me attentively during this recital and Uncle Edward laughed at the end.

I devoured two eggs and three rashers of bacon as I could see my stamina was going to be tested to the full during the week. Oh God, six times already and I've only been here two whole days!

After lunch I went on a spare bike with Rhys and Gareth to see them play. I had looked longingly at Alun's drop-handled racer but Gareth wisely said it was a bit too big for me, yet!

When we got to the ground I tagged along behind Rhys as he went in to get changed. Rhys was in the apprentices' team who were all about his age or a bit younger. Gareth was in the senior side and went off to a different part of the room. There was a general shout to find out about Alun. He was obviously popular and I was introduced as his cousin and there were one or two humorous comments that they expected I could play better than him and did I want his place in the team. I modestly said no, I guessed he was better than me.

Gosh, I was glad I wasn't playing! They played very fast and tackled very hard. Rhys had several good runs but was tackled down and then, well on in the second half, he took a high pass, set off like the wind and put the ball down right between the posts. His team won three tries to two so there was much hilarity in the changing-room when they ran in.

I hadn't been in a big changing-room before and was intrigued by the large bath which, when Gareth's mob, who had lost, came in, rapidly filled with the muddy throng who burst into song. I sat nearby, holding Rhys's towel, trying to make out the words of the songs and making a good few comparisons.

I supposed the cold had some effect on everybody's cocks but Rhys and Gareth were amongst the most well-endowed. The little scrum half had a whopper too but most of the other younger lads seemed to have fairly short, stumpy dicks.

I guessed most of Gareth's team were in their early twenties but, although they generally were more hairy, their cocks didn't seem any bigger than the younger lads, perhaps a bit thicker. One, though, did stand out, or rather his bollocks did. They hung so low they were almost halfway to his knees and as he walked they swung from side to side alarmingly. I wondered how they bounced when he beat his meat! And, he definitely listed to port! His left one hung a good inch lower than the right. What a pity Matt wasn't here to allay his fears!

As far as the singing was concerned most seemed to be hymns in Welsh but there were some songs in English which were funny and rude. There was one about virgins from Inverness and another one where it could have been either balls, or bawls, like a bull depending on the verse. I didn't have a chance to ask Rhys about what I'd noticed or what was sung as we had to leave fairly quickly and hurry back in the biting wind.

When we got back everyone was ready for high tea before we departed for the pantomime. Pa and Uncle Dick had been to the steelworks to discuss some production schedule or other and Uncle Edward had spent the afternoon playing chess with his nephew, Peg-leg, as he called him. Peg-leg was determined to come to the panto and he was certainly limping less.

It was a great success, we hissed the evil Abdelazar and cheered for Aladdin and his mother and Grandma said it was the best panto she'd ever seen. We were in a merry mood on arriving home and even Alun almost forgot to limp, and Granddad said he'd never known a slight sprain to last so long! Still there was a bite of supper and then the grownups settled down to port and nuts and talk so Alun and I went up to bed.

"Hey, you two, I think I'll come in with you tonight. Gareth is downstairs swigging back the drink so he'll be sozzled as hell and will just snore and fart all night and stink the place out! OK if I join you?"

Alun shrugged his shoulders and said he supposed so. Three in a four foot bed! Lucky it wasn't Gareth! Rhys peeled off his togs and got in between us, he was obviously itching to tell us something.

"Hey, come on you two, get down and listen." We lay on our sides facing in towards Rhys who was on his back between us. "That panto tonight! D'you know what Aladdin's really all about?"

"Fairy story, my foot, think about it, you've got brains," he poked at Alun, "Except most of yours are between your legs and that's what Aladdin's all about, don't you see?"

Alun still looked mystified but Rhys was jubilant, "Good for you, Jacko, that's right, at least your brains are in the right place! Look, Alun, don't you see, it's really about boys finding out about tossing off isn't it? There's this useless old spout, you pick it up one day, give it a rub and, Hey Presto, whoosh!"

"Are you cold, Jacko?" he asked, "This'll warm you up." He grabbed my magic lamp and began to rub it. "Hey, Jacko, do you know about Christopher Robin? Did your Mum read it to you when you were little, you know, 'Little boy kneels....'," he paused.

"No, No!" he interrupted me as he continued to polish my youthful spout, "I bet she didn't read the proper version, it goes like this..." He began a heavy buffing of my steely rod as he intoned,

I heaved with laughter and a throaty gurgle came from behind Rhys from Alun who was enjoying the recital as well. I settled down and Rhys continued intoning the ditty emphasising the fast three four rhythm of the poem as he beat me off until exactly half way through his fifth repetition I started to come. Without hesitation he finished the poem off..,

I jabbed at the four large splodges of spunk on my stomach. I wiped a sticky finger over his chest which was heaving up and down. I looked around and saw the towel on the arm of the chair. I hopped out of bed and wiped myself.

My turn now to be in charge. I hopped back onto the bed again and pulled the blankets off both of them right down to their ankles. I parted their legs and knelt so one hairy leg of each was between my knees and took a magic lamp in each hand and began to summon up their genies.

While I was working away I remembered Billy Clarke's joke but waited until first Alun came and then, just as Rhys emptied the contents of his magic flask over his chest, I asked, "Hey, Rhys, do you know the difference between a fresh egg and a good wank?"

He was lying back, eyes closed, mouth open, concentrating on matters some distance from his brain. He opened an eye and stared at me. "No.., What did you say? Between a fresh egg and... Ow!" He winced as I pulled down hard on his prick and stretched his skin further back. Two little drops of spunk oozed from the slit in his dark red knob. "Ah.., a good wank? That's what I've just had!" He nudged the silent Alun who was staring at the ceiling with a beatific smile on his lips. My two black-haired cousins, I'd jacked them off together and they didn't know the answer to my riddle.

"But you can't beat a good wank!" mumbled a dark brown voice from Alun. "I've heard it before", he continued in a monotone, "But I've never had a good wank beside my brother before like that."

"You witty little sod, but you're a good lad." He touched my lips with his tongue then turned slightly to pick the towel off the floor where I'd dropped it. He wiped himself then passed it to Alun who dropped it the other side before pulling the covers up over us. We dropped off to sleep, with me sandwiched between my two black-haired, big-cocked cousins and blissfully happy.

"It's half-past seven. I've to be off to work for eight and don't forget your Mum and Dad are going off at nine so you'd better get up soon. Give him a shove and get him up, too!"

He indicated a still comatose Alun who was snoring away merrily. I reached along under the covers and caught hold of his prick. Wonder of wonders, it was a limp spout this morning. I gave it a tug but there wasn't much response. I tugged again and all that happened was that a sleepy eye opened and a blurred voice asked what time it was. I don't think he even realised the danger his anatomy could be in if I was feeling vicious. I tugged again.

He was wide awake now and made to grab me under the clothes but missed as I rolled away. He moved up close. I could see from his expression I was about to learn something else.

"Hey, Jacko, you reminded me. Gareth told us one of the other students told him there's a tribe somewhere who tie weights on their pricks to stretch them. You know, like those ones who put things in their lips and make them stick out."

Alun grinned, "You mean Griffiths the Whopper. You know, he was at school with Rhys but left to be an apprentice like me, so he's the same age as Rhys, and he's married, and he's got a kid!"

"Yeah, got some girl up the spout when he was sixteen and her old man insisted he married her! So he's got a wife and a kid. At least he doesn't have to rely on wanking 'cause he can have a shag whenever he wants. He says you can't beat having a hot cunt to keep your cock warm!"

I must say my knowledge of girls and their anatomy and what shagging was all about was rudimentary to say the least. I did know you had to shoot your stuff inside them to make a baby but that was about all. I'd heard that several times from conversations at school but was always a bit nervous at showing my ignorance by asking for more detail. We had done `the rabbit' in Biology but other than they bred profusely and were a damn nuisance in Australia the actual mechanics of the fusion of male and female had been really glossed over and I wasn't sure if what I gathered also applied to humans. And then there were dogs. I'd seen several pairings but it all looked a bit hit and miss. I suppose my fusion with Matt was a near enough approximation, but then he was a boy.

As far as girls were concerned my only contact had been with the Junior School variety, generally large and usually verbose about the deficiencies of us boys as human beings especially in our inability to skip. Also, thinking back further, my firsthand knowledge of their anatomy was also really of a pretty sketchy nature.

My first encounter was through the explorations made when playing with Tony and his sister Katherine, or Kats for short, when we were in the Infant School. Tony informed me one day that girls didn't have a wee-wee and when I looked puzzled, he, at the age of six and a half, engineered a demonstration when we were in his house and his mother was out. He persuaded Kats, aged five, to play hospitals with us and we took it in turn to be the doctor, the nurse and the patient.

Crafty Tony allowed Kats to examine both of us first and I remember vividly having my small and rather reclusive prong being examined closely before being told it was too big and would have to be cut off in the morning. Before that drastic action happened we changed roles and I remember my amazement at being confronted not with one bottom but two as I thought. Tony was right, girls didn't have a wee-wee! My curiosity was heightened as I prodded and poked about and my finger did find an opening but when I tried to explore it Kats closed her legs tight and said she wanted to go to the lav. We followed her in and I was amazed to see her sit and have a pee and then she, of course, wanted to watch us standing. Tony produced a strong stream of piss straight into the bowl, but, embarrassed me could only manage a dribble.

After that I don't think the matter of girls and their wee-wees was alluded to again by Tony or myself. I just assumed as Kats was younger than us it might grow one day. Ah, but then, about three years later I learned this wasn't so because one of the girls in my class said if I showed her my willy she would show me hers. I was shocked. She didn't have one! Just the groove between her legs I had seen on Kats. I was more concerned for my willy which she pinched and pulled before laughing and saying she was glad she didn't have a thing like that!

Alun cut into my day-dream. "You know Gareth is after this girl in his year at University?" he began confidentially. "Her father's a surgeon at the Infirmary and she's doing Medicine too. He's always boasting he's going to shag her whenever he goes out with her but he hasn't yet 'cause Rhys says he just comes home and beats his meat to cool down."

He gave a laugh and I was all ears, "And Rhys is a bit keen on one of the girls in the office where he's working but she won't have anything to do with him. He says girls are only interested in two things, what's in your wallet and what's between your legs and in that order! He says that as he hasn't anything in his wallet 'cause he's still at school it'll be years before he'll have a real shag!"

"But he's got lots between his legs! Wouldn't she be satisfied with that? You know, like Griffiths the Whopper's girl? He didn't have any money I suppose being an apprentice?"

He punched me playfully, "Oh, Jacko, you've got lots to learn, there are girls and girls, so I'm not going to get involved. I'm quite satisfied with what I can do alone."

I got up sharpish and went down and had breakfast with Ma and Pa and dutifully took a tray up to Alun. Ma told me to behave myself and Pa did say he thought I had made a good impression so far, so keep it up. I waved them off and thought that keeping it up wasn't a problem, it was trying to control it by keeping it down.

Grandpa and Grandma went a bit later to catch their train back to Chester. Grandma extracted a promise from me to go and see them in the summer holidays. Good! I liked their rambling old house and said I would like to stay very much.

Alun and I spent the rest of the day playing Monopoly and reading. His ankle was much better and he could put his foot down flat without complaining too much. I tested this when I made him stand up for our before-lunch wank.

During the afternoon we went to the other bedroom as he said he had something to show me. He opened the chest of drawers by Gareth's bed and rummaged around before pulling out a folded up pair of rugby socks. He stuck his hand into one and extracted three little silvery packets.

"I daren't open it and show you 'cause he'll know and he'll belt me one. Look!," he thrust the little packet at me, "Just hold it and I'll explain. He's got them in case that girl Jennifer says he can have a shag so then he'd put one on before he fucks her. You can't see but in there it's like a rubber balloon, and it catches the spunk, then she doesn't have a baby. Simple, isn't it?"

"His friend got them from a soldier. They have them issued or something. Gareth says you can get them at the barber's too but they're scarce 'cause there's a war on. He says when you're older they ask you whether you want something for the weekend and you say a packet of three. Gareth wouldn't ask in the barber's so he told his friend he needed them just in case, so he got them and sold them to him."

He pointed to a cupboard built in by the fireplace. Again a bit of rummaging took place and at last with a triumphant look he drew out two thin magazines and put them on the bed. He knelt down and I joined him as he opened the first. There were lots of black and white pictures of naked girls showing off their breasts to the camera. There was little evidence of what may have lurked below as they were mainly side on views.

Alun flipped the pages quickly then opened the second. These were a bit more daring. I caught glimpses of black shadow in most and in one there was a back view of a naked man with the girl on her back, breasts up but legs tightly closed, staring at him. What was interesting was that the captions were in French. I put out a finger and held it on a page to prevent him turning the pages too quickly as I wanted to translate. He pushed my finger away.

"You mustn't look at these too much or you're get another hardon!" he said rather primly. "A boy at school gave them to Rhys to look after in case his mother found them. Rhys looks at them a lot...," he glanced up at me slyly, "...And so do I when he's out."

"Here, Jacko, have a look at this one," he said as he tossed me off with one hand and pointed with the other at the photo of the naked couple, "Just look at those tits on her!"

I looked and realised that if I didn't do something quickly Gareth would be sleeping under a spunk-stained coverlet tonight. I quickly dipped into my pocket and retrieved my hankie which already had done its duty in mopping up Gareth's and my come the other night. I held it over my knob end just in time as my thighs jerked with my second coming of the day.

A little gentle teasing of my cousin was necessary. "But, I can tell Gareth you tossed me off looking at Rhys's pictures and I can tell Rhys that you showed me Gareth's packet things hidden in his socks, is that right?"

"I'll pull your bollocks off when I catch you, you ungrateful little sod! Ouch, my foot!", was what I heard as I skipped out of the room and the reach of his outstretched arms.

"Well, you know what you told me about weights this morning and you know that chap in Gareth's team, that one with balls that hang right down. D'you think he stretched them?"

"Yes, he's got a brother who's sometimes in our junior team and he's Jones the Balls Two. He's just the same. He said they were a bit like it when they were kids so I don't think they've been hanging weights on them! They're peculiar aren't they? The one in our team says they have to be very careful and he wears a jockstrap all the time to hold them up. I wouldn't want mine to be like that, would you?"

I thought a moment. No, I didn't want to be peculiar, I just wanted to be as big as my cousins. I suppose that pulling my wire regularly was helping to stretch it and plenty of food was helping me grow anyway, so I would just have to wait and see!

I wondered if I should tell him what I'd stuck up Matt but thought I'd keep that for another time 'cause I still had lots to tell him and I suspected he still had things to tell me.

We were still playing Monopoly when Rhys and Gareth arrived home. Rhys was full of joy because Myfanwy had deigned to speak to him having enquired about Christmas. Alun made some comment about him being worse than a dog sniffing round the females. Actually, he said bitches which riled Rhys who got him back on the bed and said if he heard him say that again about Myfanwy he'd castrate him. Alun said he was sorry he didn't mean her and, anyway, Rhys was hurting his ankle.

Rhys went off to get ready for dinner and Alun grinned at me and said that the sod had got the hots badly and would be cranking the old starting handle tonight for sure! Another new phrase for me to remember!

After dinner Uncle Dick and Auntie Fay went to play bridge with some friends and Gareth disappeared out as well. Alun and I were still trying to bankrupt each other when Rhys came in and sat and watched us. I had just made Alun pay rent on Mayfair and he was scrabbling together most of his money when I remembered the conversation at breakfast the day before.

"Well, Gareth and I were in the choir at St. Teilo's where we were on Sunday. I hadn't been in the choir long, I must have been about eight 'cause we hadn't moved to this house then. Anyway, Nan was staying with us and Uncle Edward came down one Sunday to fetch her back and she made him come to church to see her grandsons in the choir. Anyway, before lunch we were in the garden and he said he knew all about choirboys and what they could do and especially about the choirboy of Tring. Of course, Gareth asked him what he meant and he told us that limerick.."

Alun was not to be outdone, "I don't remember it happening 'cause I was much younger but then the silly sod started to tell it to Nan at lunch but he couldn't remember it properly so he didn't say fart, and luckily Mary the maid dropped something and Uncle Edward managed to change the subject."

"Yeah, I heard Dad telling Uncle Edward off later so he must have known it and Gareth and I have had a good laugh about it many times and we always bring it up somehow when Uncle is here."

Good, that was one for Tony who was still in his church choir but not to be thought about while I was having a piano lesson! But there was also the matter of the parrot and Gareth.

"You really should ask Gareth, but I'll tell you," said Rhys cheerily. "And you shut up this time, alright," he instructed his brother and turned his attention on me. "You know Nan's parrot?"

"Well, a bit later Gareth was in the drawing-room and went up to the cage and said 'Onan!' and Nan said, 'Yes, Gareth, what do you want?'. That puzzled Gareth and he was just about to repeat it when he realised that Uncle Edward must have been pulling his leg so he just asked something like how old was the bird. It wasn't 'till a couple of years later he found out what it was all about."

I didn't know and must have looked bemused because Rhys explained, "It tells you about this chap, whose name was Onan...." He got up and picked a Bible off Alun's shelf of books and rapidly thumbed through, "....Look, it's here somewhere, this chap was told to go and marry his brother's wife and instead of shagging her he tossed himself off! And then God killed the poor bugger for whacking himself off! So that's why boys are told it's wrong! Here we are!"

He thrust the copy at me triumphantly with his finger on the verse in Genesis. I read it carefully and a thought struck me. "I suppose that's why Vince Hare says it's a sin and he has to go and confess. He's a Catholic. But it's too nice to be a sin, isn't it? I don't know any boys who don't do it, anyway."

This set both of them in paroxysms of mirth. "Here speaketh the voice of innocence!" was Rhys's comment when he had finished spluttering. "God, we know all boys do it, but there are plenty who tell you it's all wrong. I'm glad I'm not Chapel either 'cause some of them at school were convinced they'd end up mad or blind if they whacked off and they'd get all embarrassed when we asked them what their score was."

"Yeah, that Henry Evans in my class used to pray for forgiveness so Ricky Williams told me," said Alun. He looked across at his brother, "You'd be praying all the time, Rhys, wouldn't you?"

Well we sinned mightily in the next quarter of an hour. I tossed Rhys off, he tossed me off, and Alun demonstrated he was like Onan and spilled his own seed on the ground. Luckily there was a towel there to catch it all!