Aladdin's Awakening by Joel

CHAPTER 16

I woke up in the morning in good time for breakfast. Rhys had decided in the end the previous night that he would go to his own bed as he had to be up in time to get to work. As soon as he went Alun dropped off to sleep and I wasn't far behind. I suppose three times during the day made us both a bit weary. I was eating away when Alun came into the breakfast room without limping. Auntie Fay suggested he took me out for a bike ride to show me the area and to get some fresh air. We set off soon after nine and were out until just after twelve when both of us agreed we were starving so had better get home. Luckily, Auntie Fay must have known we would be hungry and had a big saucepan of soup on the Aga when we got back.

Well replete we went upstairs to rest from cycling and eating. Alun kept picking up the carving of the shepherd and looking at it and then he moved over to have a good look at the drawings done by Mike and Maureen which I had propped up on the dressing table. I told him about Mike and how Pa was helping him with his Maths and how I liked him very much. Jokingly, I told him about Matt and me trying to choose a third musketeer and how we had to have four, 'cause I wanted Mike and Matt wanted Duncan Buchanan. I said I thought about Mike a lot and I wondered if I'd said too much but Alun was listening intently and said that Mike obviously liked me as well. I said he was my hero and I wouldn't have minded having an older brother like him and Matt had said the same about Duncan. Alun smiled and said quite simply that Gareth was his hero and he was ever so glad he had him as a brother. He said Rhys was OK he got on very well with him but he really looked up to Gareth.

I was just telling Alun a bit more about Mike when there was the sound of a car drawing up in the drive. As it was War-time cars were pretty rare things so I scuttled along the corridor to the front window to see what and who it was. It was a khaki-coloured limousine. A very classy car. I went back to report to Alun and we heard the back door bell ring. After a few moments Auntie Fay called up the stairs, "Trooper Jones has documents for the translator!"

Gosh!, that was me! Uncle Edward's documents! I hadn't really thought about when I would have to do them. I went downstairs rather hurriedly and found a very smart Private standing in the kitchen holding a box file. He looked a bit startled when I came in but he quickly regained his composure and sprang to attention.

"This is for the translator, sir," he said, "Compliments of Major Thomson!"

"Thank you, I'd better have a look," I replied taking the box and putting it on the table. In it were two folders and a sheaf of blank paper. I opened the first and saw very neatly written German script. Thank goodness, I thought, usually the Gothic letters were very difficult to read. I read the first two sentences in German and then repeated them in English. Good, it didn't seem too bad. I looked back at the Trooper who was still standing at attention. Auntie Fay was smiling broadly and then quietly spoke to him in Welsh. Next thing he was sitting drinking tea and chatting away with Auntie while I turned more of the pages over. Of course, it wasn't long before nosy Alun peeped round the door and wanted to know what was going on. Auntie Fay explained that she had guessed from his accent that Trooper Jones came from a valley near where she was born and it was so. Except that, whereas his father worked down a mine, Auntie Fay's father was a mine-owner. She had also explained to him why I was able to do the translating and that it was wicked of Uncle Edward to tell him that he was to ask for the young man who was to do the translating without telling him how young I was. We found out that Trooper Jones had been to his local Grammar School but had been called up before he could go on to college. He said he was lucky to be chosen as the Major's driver as he wouldn't mind being a lawyer.

After he went Auntie Fay said it was a pity people couldn't get on with their lives because of that evil man Hitler and she hoped her boys and me would be alright once we had won this War.

Alun came down to dinner that night and was greeted by a few remarks from his brothers about how long injuries now took to heal but at least they couldn't keep him away from the food any more. When we had all sat down Uncle Dick asked him what we'd done during the day.

"Mam suggested I took Jacko for a ride round to see a bit of Cardiff this morning," said Alun brightly, "And this afternoon Uncle Edward's driver brought the German things for Jacko."

We chatted on through dinner and as we finished and Uncle Dick got up he looked across at Alun and just said "Work tomorrow, Alun."

Alun began, "Oh.., Dad!", but Uncle Dick just raised one finger and he fell silent.

"No, Alun, your ankle's better and Jacko doesn't need entertaining because he has work to do as well. So, work tomorrow."

Alun looked very glum and I must say neither Rhys nor Gareth twitted him about it only giving him a couple of brotherly clumps on the shoulder and saying they would be back later. As Auntie Fay and Uncle Dick wanted to listen to the wireless we went back upstairs to his room. He erupted as soon as the door closed behind him.

"Shit! fuck!! bugger!!! arseholes!!!! damn!!!!!" he exploded, "I should have limped in tonight and not told Dad about going out for a ride with you! It's your fucking fault," he continued vehemently. "I thought at least I could stay at home until after this weekend!"

I stayed silent, I thought it the best course. Anyway, I'd never heard a string of expletives like that uttered with such force. He calmed down a bit. He looked at me and smiled.

"Sorry, Jacko, it wasn't your fault," he said contritely, "Anyway Dad's right, my ankle is better and I should go to work tomorrow. I don't want to disappoint Dad."

I said I liked his Dad and the boys seemed to get on well with him. I suppose I was thinking how lucky he and I were to have our Dads at home and I told him about Tom and Duncan and how they missed their father.

"Dad's strict with us, but I'm glad he's at home, too," he said, "And I don't want to upset him or make him angry because he's done a lot for us. I wasn't doing too well at school 'cause I like practical things better. He said he understood and I could leave if I wanted to as long as I did something I thought I could do. He wasn't disappointed 'cause I'm not so clever as Gareth or Rhys and I have tried really hard with the apprenticeship and I'm doing well at that." He stopped, a mixture of emotions crossed his face, "I'm really glad he's my Dad and I'm very proud of him and so are Rhys and Gareth. Gareth makes sure we behave properly too."

"What d'you mean?" I asked.

"If I tell you, you won't tell him or Rhys, will you?"

"No, I won't, I'm just interested."

"OK, well, I'm not too sure about everything but Gareth made him angry once. I mean it was a long time ago, 'cause I was still at Junior School and Gareth was in the Third Year. Anyway, Rhys and I knew there was something the matter because Gareth was very quiet when he came home from school one Friday but he wouldn't say what it was. There was a letter to Dad from the Head next day but Dad didn't read it until after lunch 'cause he had been to work in the morning. It was in the summer and we were in the garden with just shorts on and Dad called Gareth and told him to be in his study in five minutes. Rhys and I went and hid in the garden shed 'cause we saw Dad was steaming about something and Gareth went off. Gareth didn't come out into the garden again and wasn't around for supper and when Rhys went to bed he was already in his bed. He wouldn't say anything to Rhys and Rhys said he cried nearly all night 'cause he kept waking up. When Gareth got out of bed in the morning he still had just his shorts on. Rhys asked him what had happened but he wouldn't say but a couple of weeks later he said we had to promise never to upset Dad and if we ever did we would have to deal with him as well."

"Did your Dad hit him or something?" I asked, very intrigued. Pa had never hit me and I thought of how upset Tom had got about letting his family down if he didn't succeed.

"I don't know, we've never found out. Even Rhys doesn't know but we've kept our promise." He grinned. "At least we've tried and I've been in one or two scrapes but I've told Gareth first and luckily Dad hasn't known."

I popped downstairs for some cocoa for us about half past nine and Uncle Dick wanted to know if Alun was OK and reminded me that on Friday night we would be having a New Year party! Good show!

After drinking the cocoa we got into bed and chatted on as we felt around each other, stroking and gently pinching. After a while we both fell silent and began to explore mouths with tongues until Alun began to nibble me all the way down from my chin to my stomach. As he did so we ended up diagonally across the bed, head to cock. I think we both tried to lick and suck as slowly as possible and I did manage to take most of his prick into my mouth. We kept stopping or slowing down as we sensed the other one might come so it was at least ten minutes before Alun couldn't hold his spunk any longer and shot. That was the signal for me to let go too and Alun got a mighty mouthful. We slid around until we were head to head again and the next thing I knew was Rhys waking Alun up to get him ready for work.

I spent a good bit of Thursday translating the statements. It wasn't too bad. The longest were the storekeeper's record and the head cook's notes on the food he received from the storekeeper. Looking at these two especially I realised that this was crucial evidence as often the storekeeper released food to Sergeant Higgs and the food booked in by the cook when received from him was less. I copied my translations out neatly and showed them to Auntie Fay and said they seemed to eat a lot of beans and potatoes and there were two phrases I didn't know what the meaning was. I told her about the discrepancies and she said could I set it all out and she would type it all up on Saturday for me. I didn't know before that she had done shorthand and typing and had met Uncle Dick at a dance in Manchester when he was a student. She had the bright idea of telephoning one of the Grammar School teachers later in the afternoon and I was able to find out the meanings. He said they were colloquial and then wanted to know all about me! In German, too! He said, in English, at the end of the conversation that I should do well at School Cert!

I was back in the bedroom just checking on my columns of food out and in when Alun came bursting in. He was in a bad mood.

"Hallo!" he said curtly as he flung himself onto the bed. "I'll strangle that shit-brained brother of mine when he gets home!"

"Which one?" I asked quietly.

"That spotty-faced streak of piss, of course!"

I deduced he meant Rhys. "What's he done!"

"Done? Done?" he reiterated, "The creeping sod only told Jones the Tech's daughter in the office the names Uncle Edward called me. She told her Dad and the first thing I heard when I went into Draughting this morning was a chorus of 'Here comes Peg-leg the stumblebum'!" He sat up straight. "I'll tear the bastard's balls off when he comes home!"

I couldn't help it, I just laughed, "It's a good job Rhys didn't tell her your name was Aladdin because you're always rubbing your magic lamp!"

His dander was raised again, "You cheeky sod, I'll have your bollocks as well!"

He jumped up and grabbed me and we rolled on the floor. I gave him as good as I got and I must say I was getting on pretty well and had one of his arms in a lock although he had me almost pinned down. But, he was just too strong for me and in the end had me vanquished. It had also calmed him down a bit.

"Come on, let me up. I'm sorry I laughed but it did sound funny."

He released me and we both stood up and he put an arm round my shoulder.

"That was good, wasn't it? I let a bit of steam off!" he said much more quietly. "Oh, God, I wish I didn't get so worked up, though. Gareth says I've got a terrible temper and I shall have to watch it. Sorry, Jacko, I didn't mean to take it out on you even though you were cheeky as well!"

"I was a bit worried to begin with but I really enjoyed the wrestle, but you're still too strong for me! Anyway, who's Jones the Tech? Is he related to Jones the Balls One and Two, or even Trooper Jones?"

He laughed, "I know it sounds funny. I don't think so. All the Jones's have a bit tacked on so we know which one we're talking about. Jones the Tech is the draughtsman we do our drawings with every week. It's his daughter Myfanwy that Rhys told about me. I bet he told her just to talk to her about something and make her take notice of him. Crawling bastard, if he thinks he'll be able to shag her he won't after I finish with him, I'll...."

Alun was getting worked up again, I put a restraining hand on his arm. "Oh, come on, Alun, it's not all that bad, they'll know who you are now, Thomson the Stumblebum." He went to grab me again but I continued quickly, "And Rhys can be Thomson the Pimple!"

"Good, I like that. And Gareth can be...."

There was a slight tap on the door and it opened slowly. Rhys's head appeared and Alun made a lightning grab for him.

"Come in here, you mangy bastard, I'll kick your goolies in! What've you been telling people about me?"

Rhys remained with his head round the door and looked rather solemn.

"We'll discuss that later. Gareth wants to see you straight away."

With that the door closed and Alun and I were left looking at each other. All Alun's temper had evaporated and he pursed his lips.

"He didn't say come along in just your shorts, did he?" I said and he gave me a wry smile. "I can guess what it is, though. They know you've shown me their things. Do you want me to come with you?" He shook his head. "I will if you like."

He shook his head again and went out. It was a long five minutes. He came back looking rather chastened.

"Oh, Jacko, I've really upset Gareth and Rhys. They said I'd broken my trust. They knew 'cause I hadn't put things back exactly. They said if I thought you needed to learn about things I should have asked them first. They wouldn't have minded then but because they're things like that I have to be careful! I'm sorry I've dragged you into it all."

"Don't worry, Alun, I'll go and see them."

He held out a restraining arm but I eluded it and went off to the other bedroom. Gareth was combing his hair and Rhys was looking at a magazine, not, I noted, one of the dirty ones. They greeted me most affably.

"Hello, Jacko," said Gareth, "Have you done the translating for Uncle Edward?"

"Yes, I've done most of it. It wasn't too bad and your Mum rang a teacher she knew and he helped me with a couple of phrases. I think his name was Mr Williams."

Rhys looked up. "That's old Kaiser Wilhelm. He's at our school and he's well past retiring age. He's OK, though, mad keen on singing. Gareth was one of his favourites, eh, Gareth? Lovely soprano voice Gareth had when he was a kid and he used to sing solos in the school choir. That's how Gareth was made Head Boy. Old Kaiser Bill said he had a soul for music and a hh.... "

Gareth stood behind Rhys and put a hand over his mouth cutting him off and pushed him back on the bed while Rhys floundered around. He released him and grinned at me.

"I don't suppose Jacko wants to hear your reminiscences of my misspent youth. D'you Jacko?"

"I don't know much about you all so it is interesting," I said, "But I really want to say I'm sorry Alun got into trouble for showing me things yesterday. I'm sure he only did it because he wanted to explain all sorts of things to me and he knew I could be trusted."

Gareth smiled, "No, Jacko, we're not worried about you. I expect you would have been shown them anyway sometime while you were here, or even the next time. Why we told Alun off was that he was too keen to show off something that didn't belong to him. Anyway, he knows how we feel and it's behind him and us now. But you're enjoying your stay..."

"...And learning plenty?" chimed in Rhys.

"Gosh, yes!" I said enthusiastically, "I wish I had three brothers like you all the time."

Rhys laughed. "You might find us a bit wearing at times. You have to mind your P's and Q's with him about, especially," he said, pointing at Gareth.

"I think I could cope with that 'cause I could always say he won't always be that much bigger than me."

"There speaks a brave soul," said Rhys, chuckling, "He's got your measure, Gareth."

Gareth came over to me and stood beside me. He loomed over me. Then he put an arm over my shoulder and hugged me tight. "You're OK, Jacko." he said, with some affection in his voice, "Mam's always on about her clever nephew, but you're no different from us, really. Alun came back after Easter and said he'd got on very well with you, and so have we this week. And about yesterday, he's just full of enthusiasm so we're not worried that he just got carried away."

"Can I tell him that? He looked very sorrowful when he came back just now. He's terribly upset he's disappointed you."

"Yes," said Rhys, grinning all over his spotty face, "And tell the little toad I won't tell Myfanwy what sesquipedalian means, either!"

I couldn't resist it, "And I've already told him it might have been worse if you'd said his nickname was Aladdin!"

I got a thump on the back from Gareth and a good laugh from Rhys for that parting sally.

Alun looked up all expectantly when I arrived back.

"You've been a long time. What've they been saying about me?"

"It's all OK, it's all forgotten," I said, going over and sitting by him on the bed. "And I think I've been accepted as one of the brothers."

After dinner Gareth went off somewhere and after a while Rhys came into Alun's room rather warily. I think Alun was still feeling a bit peeved and the first quarter of an hour or so was slightly strained. It improved a lot when Alun beat us both at Monopoly and even better when we went to bed and Rhys decided to stay the night with us. I lay between them to begin with and we chatted away, just feeling each other slowly and gently. In the end I made them lie together like the other night and straddled their legs. Both had enormous hardons and as I took Rhys's into my hand a single, large drop of transparent liquid appeared at the slit in his knob. I was staring at it because I'd noticed the same thing happen to Matt and I thought he was beginning to come before I had even started.

"It's OK, Jacko," he whispered, having noticed me looking at the globule which was now spreading over his exposed knob, "It's only lubrication. You'll see it with yours soon."

Ah, so that was it. Lubrication for Matt's fat dick. I wonder why he hadn't said anything about it? I hadn't noticed it like that for me but I had been aware that sometimes if my dick had gone stiff during the day and had then wilted I got a little sticky patch in my pants. Lubrication? I would have to find out more. Then, not to be outdone, out of Alun's knob rolled an identical bead of moisture.

"Can't let him do more than little me," said Alun, pointing at the glassy liquid, "Come on, Jacko, I'm looking forward to this!"

I kept looking down at the twin pricks as I pulled up and down. Each produced a couple more droplets which made their knob ends glisten as I tossed them off. Rhys came first, I think because I was more used to using my right hand so could get a good steady beat going. He lay back, eyes closed as I concentrated on Alun who twitched and shuddered under my relentless hand. Rhys opened his eyes just before Alun shot. Perhaps it was my influence but it was the most I'd seen him produce. Rhys pursed his lips and gave an acknowledging nod of his head.

"Aladdin's lamp was filled to the brim tonight, eh? Good show, Alun!"

Alun had a very pleased look on his face at that remark as I drew out my spunk encrusted hankie from under the pillow and wiped him first. I then added Rhys's deposit as the final element to my collection. They rolled away from each other and I laid down between them on my back. This was the signal for Rhys to reach down for my dick and to pull my foreskin back very, very slowly. Everything from then on was in slow motion. Once my foreskin was back he began to toss me off almost imperceptibly, his hand almost not moving at all. Once he saw Rhys had started Alun leaned completely over me and pressed my lips apart with his tongue and began to explore my now wide open mouth. Rhys also had his head down over me on the other side and began very gently to lick and nibble my nipple. The slow movements of his hand were quite unhurried and faint but I knew I was going to experience a massive climax. They worked on me for well over a quarter of an hour with Rhys slowing almost to a standstill each time he sensed I was getting near the verge. Alun's tongue was well into my mouth when he reached out and caressed my balls which had gone hard ages before. He gently squeezed them to Rhys's rhythm on my prick and I felt him rubbing his own stiff dick slowly up and down against me. I felt very strongly that the three of us were really united, as, gradually my reflexes began to take over and the whole of my body went rigid. I felt all sorts of muscles I never even knew I had tighten. My cock erupted. I knew I generally fired a good amount but this was exceptional. It seemed to go on for ages. My buttocks clenched and my thighs jerked violently as spunk pumped out in a seemingly never ending stream. I fought for breath as Alun's tongue was now pressed deep in my mouth. He shuddered violently against me several times. The furious twitches in my legs took some time to subside and I must have almost passed out because next thing I knew was hearing Rhys's hushed tones in my ear.

"Christ, Alun, is he OK?" He paused. "Gosh, I've got spunk all over my face!"

Alun took his tongue from my mouth. He was breathing almost as deeply as me. I opened my eyes and sat up a bit still panting. I saw I had sprayed both brothers liberally. As Rhys had said, he'd been hit on the side of his face as he dipped his head to give my nipple a final lick. Thick drops of spunk dribbled between his inflamed pores. Alun's side and shoulder, even under his arm-pit, had caught the brunt as he had leaned right over me to press his tongue into my mouth. I noticed there was a substantial puddle of come on my chest as well.

Alun was grinning, "I shot another load myself just then! It's all over him! Look!" That puddle was his, not mine. He became aware of the gooey droplets all over him as he, too, sat up. "Gosh, Jacko, look at me, I'm covered with your stuff!"

He turned his head and torso to have a closer look and I could see my contribution to him were now miniature cascades of droplets slowly inching stickily downwards. He put his hand out and dipped three fingers, one after the other, into a prominent patch. He put a finger, in turn, to our lips and we all tasted my spunk. Rhys turned and felt under the bed and hauled up our trusty towel. He wiped the spunk off Alun, then me, and finally, his own face. Alun prodded me in the back and I changed places with him as he slid down in the bed and proceeded to suck at Rhys's rigid dong. I leaned over and licked and teased his right nipple watching as Alun took more and more of the long, thick prick into his mouth as he steadily moved his head up and down sucking noisily. I knew all had been forgiven between them as Rhys gasped and grunted as he climaxed and then caught Alun up in his arms. I pulled the covers up over us and the brothers went to sleep holding each other tightly.

Turning on my side as well, I lay close against Alun's strong buttocks and back with one arm across him, thinking for ages of all the events of the evening. I slept rather fitfully. At one point woken by Alun saying something in his sleep. I gingerly put my hand down between the two inert bodies and found both had immense hardons. I then pushed my finger into the crack at the base of Alun's buttocks and thought about exploring his arsehole but as he wriggled I manoeuvred my own hard-on in until it was held tight just between his buttocks. Perhaps I would explore another time.

I was wide awake at half past six and needed a desperate pee so I crept out to the lav and met Gareth just coming out.

"He's in there, is he?" he whispered, pointing at our door. "Are they OK now?"

"Yeah, they're buddies again!"

"Until the next time," he said with an amused air, "They're always having digs at each other, but they're loyal friends really. See you later, alligator!"

He ruffled my hair and I dived into the lav where I gazed at my prick as I pissed a great stream. Christ, last night it had been a mighty tool shooting the most ever! I had plenty to tell Matt!

After the boys had gone off to work I settled down and finished off my neat draft of the statements and then went for a ride round on the spare bike. Auntie Fay said we would be having dinner at seven because Gareth was going off to a New Year's Party at Jennifer's and Uncle Edward and others would be coming in later to celebrate the New Year.

The evening was a great success. About ten o'clock four of Aunt and Uncle's friends came and a few minutes later Uncle Edward and two more officers turned up. They brought several assorted bottles with them and liberal amounts were handed around. Alun nudged me and said Unc had had a few already and I'd better watch what I drank. Whatever it was was nice, I didn't have a chance to look at the bottle but I saw all the men were refilling from the whisky bottle at frequent intervals. We three boys sat and watched and made remarks about the behaviour of our elders and betters. One of the younger officers came over and soon he and the other two were deep in conversation. I went out to the kitchen to see if there was any more grub and found Trooper Jones sitting reading a book. He'd driven Unc and the other officers here and was comfortably ensconced with a plate of food and several bottles of beer. I told him I'd finished the translating and was looking forward to the ride back on Sunday. He said he hadn't been over as far as Kerslake and Ulvescott and was looking forward as well to seeing the places. Nosing around I found Aunt had prepared sandwiches for later so went back to the now even noisier party.

Midnight came, toasts were drunk and the rather drunk revellers left about half past twelve to shouts of Happy New Year. Uncle Edward gave loud instructions to me to be ready by nine sharp Sunday morning and the two other officers clapped me on the back and reeled off to the waiting car. Uncle Dick and Auntie Fay were also 'well oiled' as Rhys put it and went off to bed almost immediately with instructions to us three not to hang about and to see the lights were out when we went upstairs.

Alun and I went to our room and got ready for bed. I assumed Rhys went to his own room because Alun and I were just in bed with the light out when we heard Gareth's stealthy footsteps going past our room. Alun nudged me.

"Give him three minutes!"

I didn't quite know what he meant until about three minutes later he nudged me again and motioned me to get out of bed and follow him. All the house was in darkness as we crept out into the corridor. I hazarded a guess where we might be headed. I was right. Alun carefully opened the door to their bedroom and we two nude figures slid inside. Rhys was in bed but sitting up and Gareth, all stripped off, was just putting something into the second drawer down of the chest of drawers. He closed the drawer and turned and stood up straight. His dick was also standing up straight with his lop-sided goolies hanging loose below. Rhys got out of bed and was in a similar condition. Within moments so were Alun and I, except that my tool was no match for the three poles displayed. No match in size, I thought, but I can show them! Rhys picked up a bath towel and laid it on the floor and we stood a bit back on each side, Alun facing Rhys across the middle and Gareth and me facing end to end.

Gareth carefully pulled down on his prick and rolled back his foreskin. The three of us copied him. Wasn't I glad mine now went right back. Gareth then set the pace, we copied him again meticulously and I watched as with each beat his big bollocks swung to and fro. Sideways on, I could see Rhys and Alun were no slouches either when it came to low slung gonads and theirs were bouncing too as they beat their meat. To my surprise I was also aware that mine were lower but they soon began to rise up and were very quickly tight up at the base of my prick. I kept my eyes on Gareth and watched as his balls rose too and stood out like eggs on either side of his thick pole. Rhys and Alun shot first. Rhys straight up and splashing down on the towel. Alun, moments later, shooting across the towel splashing some on Rhys's legs. They stood still clutching their dicks watching as Gareth came with a jet of silvery come, but then I came. I must admit not as much as the night before because, I suppose, my spunk factory hadn't had time to replenish the full quantity. It was enough though to beat any of them, even huge Gareth who grinned broadly as my knob end opened its eye and set my stuff on its way. I counted five great squirts, helped on by the combination of a hard strong pull down between each one and the matching thrusts of my taut buttocks and thigh muscles. They were mighty squirts, arching up and each reaching the other edge of the towel at Gareth's feet. We all stood in silence for a few moments until Rhys bent down and folded the towel. Without speaking we paired up and went to bed. Me with Gareth and Alun with Rhys.

I fell asleep almost immediately, my head nestled on his chest with his arm protectively round me and woke in the morning in exactly the same position. Alun was already awake as I turned to look so we both slid back to our own room, leaving Rhys and Gareth still asleep, and rolled into our own bed.

We dozed until past nine o'clock when there were signs of stirring in the house and, golly, I needed my breakfast.

Both Gareth and Rhys were playing in the afternoon. Gareth away and Rhys at home so, after lunch, Alun and I went to watch him at the works ground. Alun was greeted warmly, and no one mentioned peg-legs or stumblebums, and he promised to be fit for the next week's game. I was told that if I was visiting next year they would find a place for me in the team so Alun accepted on my behalf! Rhys's team lost, so a much subdued group gathered in the dressing room after the game but everyone cheered up as one or two began to sing as they got into the bath and then everyone joined in. As last week, Welsh hymns interspersed this time with rude things about a bastard called Stephen and a very long one about a Welsh rugby team. More to remember for Matt and Tony!

The younger Jones the Balls, number two, was in the team and his balls were even lower slung than his brother's. Alun had pointed him out to me during the game so I was able to get in a good position to see him as he removed his shorts and jockstrap. The jockstrap wasn't all that bulgy but as he lowered it, down went his bollocks, what a sight! Of course, I also checked up on Griffiths the Whopper and I had the suspicion that the warmness of the bath was giving him the makings of a hardon. As he got out it hung out forward a bit and it seemed a lot thicker than the previous week. I think I was right because he turned his back on the throng and dressed quickly. Rhys was in the midst of the singing, at one time conducting a rousing rendition of something in Welsh about saucepans according to Alun. He was a sight too. Red-faced, no glasses, balls and prick aswinging and an angry, dark bruise developing on his left buttock. I would have to ask Alun to teach me all the words, or at least the English ones.

When we got home Auntie Fay presented me with a beautiful typescript and two carbons of my translations. I think both Alun and Rhys were impressed and I hoped it would be what Uncle Edward wanted. We had a lovely dinner that evening although Gareth didn't turn up until nearly nine o'clock and was looking rather flushed - 'under the influence' as Alun whispered to me. He excused himself soon after and said he was going to bed as he was tired out after a very heavy game. 'Too much raising of the right arm in the bar' was Alun's sotto voce comment. When we went up to bed he was already asleep snoring loudly. Rhys was complaining of the ache in his buttock and proceeded to rub copious amounts of evil-smelling liniment into it. Alun and I retreated to the snugness and quietness of our bed, gave each other a good wank and slept soundly.

I'd had the good sense to pack on Saturday morning so it was just the case - no pun intended - of putting my washing things and bits and pieces into my bag after breakfast. I tucked my precious hankie under things then carefully stowed my shepherd carving and the drawings on the top. I went along to the other room to say cheerio to the other two who were still not up. Both wished me well and said they hoped I would come again, and often, Rhys added with a grin. He said he was busting for a piss and disappeared off to the lav. Gareth heaved himself up and sat on the side of the bed. He reached out and picked up a book on the bedside table. Underneath was a small silvery package. He gave it to me and said I should explore its contents but I was to be careful where I kept it until then and what I did with it after.

He stood up and gave me a big hug then got back into bed. I slipped the package into my trouser pocket, thanked him and said I'd had a marvellous time. As I went out Rhys was coming back so he gave me a hug as well and said if I was going to experiment I had to watch out I didn't get a backfire and blow my balls off and he'd see me next time. I just had time to retrieve my hankie and wrap the package in it before Alun returned. He also gave me a hug and a big brotherly kiss and squeezed my cock through my trousers at the same time.

"Next time we see you you'll have grown even more!" he said and gave my half erect cock another squeeze. He looked at his watch. "Come on, it's three minutes to nine so I'd better carry your bag. Have you said cheerio to the others?"

"Oh yes, and they said they were looking forward to me coming again."

"Every hope of that," he said grinning. "And was Gareth... um.. generous?"

"Very, and I've packed all my precious possessions!"

He grinned again, picked up the bag and was off downstairs like a shot just as we heard Uncle Edward's car entering the drive. I said goodbyes and thankyous to Auntie Fay and Uncle Dick and was firmly told I was welcome at any time. Trooper Jones collected my bag and stowed it away while Uncle Edward chatted to his brother. As we got into the car I gave Uncle the folders and we set off on the long journey to Kerslake.

He sat reading my transcripts and then gave me the German version and asked me to read it out and then translate it straight off. As I'd been over the documents several times this was pretty easy. He looked very pleased when I finished and was even more pleased when I pointed out the way I'd compared the storekeeper's records with the cook's notes.

"We've got the slimy bugger!" he chortled, "Pardon my French. Did you hear all that, young Jones?"

"I did, sir, and that summary is just the ticket, isn't it?"

"Certainly is, and our young translator has turned up trumps, hasn't he? By the way, Jacko, I've had to apologise to Trooper Jones for not telling him all about you because he was quite surprised when he handed over the documents to you."

He laughed and addressed Trooper Jones again. "I think we could stop at a suitable spot. I need a hedge to disappear behind and a large cup of that coffee in the thermos flask. My head's a bit thick after last night!"

We stopped about a mile on in a side road and Uncle Edward duly disappeared. Trooper Jones not only had a large thermos of coffee but some good thick ham sandwiches which kept me quiet when we set off again. Uncle Edward slept most of the way after that and I gave good directions to reach home as we approached Kerslake. Three and a half hours, not bad! After unpacking me they set off to their destination with Uncle Edward promising to call in later in the week.

Luckily Ma and Pa hadn't had their lunch so I gave them a résumé of the week as we ate, dwelling mainly on my task for Uncle Edward. I spent the afternoon unpacking and clearing up. My first task was to stow away my carefully folded hankie and its contents in my hidey-hole. I then put the two drawings up and placed the carving on the mantlepiece. Counting my money was the final task. Gosh, I'd got thirteen pounds ten shillings! Riches! I knew what Ma would say. Straight to the Post Office in the morning. I was itching to examine the contents of the silver packet but thought it would be best to do that when I was really alone. My diary had to be brought up to date. Golly, fourteen times so far since Christmas Eve! Then I had to cure my other itch twice as I kept thinking of all those marvellous wanks we four had had during the week.