CHAPTER 18
The rest of Saturday sped by.  I finished off all the homework set for the week to get it out of the way and then went to bed early - with the usual results!  That over, I dropped off to sleep and woke up all bright and cheerful without having to be called.  I thought I would see if Tom kept his promise so set off for my run at the usual time.  My faith in human nature rose as I neared the park and heard footsteps behind me, catching me up.  It was Tom with a big grin on his face.
     "You thought I wouldn't keep it up, didn't you?" he said cheerily, poking me in the back as he caught me up, "Three times round and then along the side road by the river today, OK?"
     That was quite a distance - much further than usual - but I agreed.  We trotted along together and covered the distance much more easily than I thought we would though I think we were both puffing a bit by the time we arrived back and separated at my gate.  Tom waved and said he'd see me next week.
     A quick bath and a hearty breakfast followed and I was all ready by nine o'clock to load our bags into the car.  Ma waved us off and we were round at Mike's before quarter past.  It looked like the whole family were there to see us off.  Mike and I settled ourselves in the back with car rugs over our knees and Pa and Dr O'Brien sat in the front.  Off we went, Pa driving and striking across to the A1 before heading up North.
     I wondered if Mike was as excited as I was at the prospect of a week away in each other's company.  We were rather quiet to begin with and listened to our fathers discussing the route.  After a while we began to chat together and I told Mike I'd already been for a run that morning.  He looked impressed and laughed and said all he'd done was go to early Mass!  He'd brought a car games kit with him so we played Ludo and Snakes and Ladders while we went steadily on.  Pa stopped a couple of times to refill his pipe and we loudly complained of the clouds of smoke drifting over us from both of them.  We'd been going quite a while when Mike's Dad turned and spoke to him.
     "Look, Mike, over there," he said pointing through the window, "Catterick camp's along there, where Eamonn is stationed."
     We peered through the window.  It looked pretty bleak and desolate.  Mike grimaced.
     "Gosh, it looks cold and dismal," he said, visibly shivering in the slight warmth of the car, "No wonder he says the squaddies don't like it!"
     Pa took his pipe out of his mouth with one hand and steered the car with the other.  "It'll be even worse where we're going if it snows!"  He put his pipe back in his mouth.  Then almost immediately took it out again, "But not to worry yet, we'll be at Scotch Corner soon so we can stop and have something to eat!"
     The second statement cheered me up somewhat but I was curious.
     "Who is Eamonn?" I asked Mike, "What's he doing at Catterick?"
     Mike grinned at me, "Oh, he's my sister Kathleen's fiancé, they're getting married at Easter.  He's in the Irish Guards and he's on the drill staff at the camp.  He's just been made a Sergeant instructor."
     I shivered too.  I was well used to the raucous tones of old Sergeant Moss who drilled the cadets at school.  Surely his sister wouldn't be marrying anyone as old as Sergeant Moss, or someone like Sergeant, I mean Private, Higgs!   That was something to ask Mike about later!   While I was pondering this Pa announced we would be stopping soon as there was a café we could get a hot drink at before the next part of the drive.
     We didn't stop long, just enough time to have a cup of hot tea and a couple of sandwiches while Mike's Dad filled up the petrol tank from a can in the boot and discussed the rest of the route with Pa.  Mike's Dad drove the rest of the way.  A bit faster than Pa I noticed and both Mike and I dozed off after a while.  He prodded me in the side much later as we turned off the main road onto a country road leading into the hills.  I recognised the little village we went through and we were soon driving into the yard of the big, old farm-house where we had stayed some years previously.
     There was an Army car in the yard and a youngish soldier came out of the house and saluted smartly as Pa and Dr O'Brien got out of the car.
     "Gunner Roberts, sir," he said very crisply, "All's ready for inspection."
     I saw a grin spread over Pa's face as he motioned Mike's Dad to go on ahead.
     "I'll get the boys out of the car and follow on," he said, opening the door on Mike's side.  "Come on, we've got a welcoming party!"
     We clambered out.  I was still feeling rather dozy and very stiff.  We followed the others into the house.  It was just as I remembered it, a big hall and main room.  A huge log fire was burning brightly in the grate.
     Gunner Roberts turned. "There's tea and cake in the kitchen.  A hot meal will be arriving at 18.30 hours.  The rooms are ready upstairs."  He addressed Pa, "Perhaps you would like to see them, sir?"
     "Oh, yes, I think we would.  The boys can get their things from the car while we look."
     They went off upstairs and we went and retrieved our bags, as well as our fathers' things and put them in the hall.  Pa called us up the stairs.  They were standing in the main bedroom.  A very big timbered room with a large double bed and another large log fire.   The floor was covered with sheepskins which gave it a very exotic air.
     "If you two don't mind sharing, your Dad and I can have two of the other rooms to ourselves," Pa said to Mike.
     Mike looked at me and I nodded.
     "I don't mind, Dr Thomson," he said, "I slept four to a bed when we were on holiday in Ireland at Uncle Pat's."  He looked at me.  "And he's not so big as my three cousins!"
     "It's a proper feather bed," said Pa, laughing, "I remember it when we stayed here.  It'll be very warm... ..and you've got the fire as well."
     I wondered where the farmer and his wife were.  I remembered they seemed very old to me.  Pa turned to Gunner Roberts.
     "Young Mr Turner's at the other house, is he?"
     "That's right, sir, and old Mr and Mrs Turner live there now as well."
     We got our bags and left them on the floor of the bedroom while we went down to the kitchen and had some tea.  Mike and I then went up and unpacked and it wasn't long before another car appeared and Gunner Roberts was soon reheating stew and dumplings on the Aga in the kitchen.  If this was Army cooking I was going to enjoy my week!  When we had everything served up he said he would be back in the morning with breakfast for O eight hundred hours and disappeared off.
     By nine o'clock I was ready for bed and went upstairs, closely followed by Mike, leaving Pa and Dr O'Brien sitting by the main room fire smoking their pipes and chatting.
     I was in and out of the lav very quickly and was almost completely stripped off by the time Mike came into the room. I put my things neatly on a chair and slipped into bed.  It was like falling into a cloud!   The feather quilt enveloped me and I sank into the soft feather mattress.  I sat up a bit and watched as Mike undressed.  I'd noticed he'd looked rather intently when I got into bed with nothing on.  He too was being tidy, just like Alun.  Each item taken off was carefully folded and placed on the chair until he just had his pants and socks on.  I watched as he dropped his pants and his long, slender, circumcised tool came into view.  Now or never!
     "My friend George Clegg was circumcised on New Year's Day," I announced, staring over at his prick.
     Mike straightened up and looked at me quizzically. "Was he now...," he said somewhat hesitantly.
     "...Yes, he was," I continued, "He was being strangled.  When did you have it done?  Were you being strangled?"
     A great grin spread over his face.  "I had it done when I was four and, yes, I think it was done because I was being strangled."
     "Gosh, Cleggy had to have it done 'cause his was growing.  Was your's growing when you were four?"
     Mike grinned again and shook his head, "Look, let's discuss this later.  Let me ask you a question.  Don't you wear pyjamas in bed?"
     I shook my head, "No, I haven't done for ages."  Keeping my fingers crossed.  "Anyway, it's lovely and warm in here."
     Mike picked up his pyjama jacket. "I think I'll wear this."  He slipped it on and began to get into bed.  He realised the light switch was by the door so ambled across and put the light out and made his way back by the light of the fire.  "We should be warm, anyway, with that fire," he said sliding into bed.
     Of course, the effect of his heavier weight getting into the bed unbalanced me and I slipped down the slope and landed up pressed against him.  I put my arm out to steady myself which, of course, went over his chest.  He turned and we both put our arms round each other and stayed that way, silently, for a long time.  I was aware of two things, my dick hardening and rising and then the pressure on me of his prick doing the same.
     I put my hand down tentatively and felt the hardness of his length.  I circled my fingers round it and slowly pulled down and at the same time turned my head up and licked him under the chin.  He shuddered and breathed out deeply.  Quickly I turned and pulled out my towel from under the pillow where I'd put it earlier.  I thrust it down between us and gripped his cock again.  He hadn't moved at all.  I gently pushed him and he turned onto his back.  I leaned over and licked his neck again and at the same time began to toss him off ever so slowly.  I pushed the covering quilt down with my shoulders so that by the flickering firelight I could see his prick in my hand.  He had his eyes tightly closed and his mouth wide open and his breathing got deeper and faster as I quickened my beat slightly on his long slender dick.  Very soon he shuddered again and at this signal I pulled down harder for the next few strokes.  He snorted as his legs jerked against me and a few drops of thick, pearly come shot up and landed on his chest.  He immediately grabbed my hand to stop me making any more movements and as our two hands gripped his prick tightly he started to breath with short, sharp intakes of air and his prick jerked by itself in our grasp.  He gave another five or so quite powerful gasps and each was accompanied by a squirted drop of spunk.

     He lay still and I felt his muscles against me twitch while he calmed down.  In the end he turned slightly and felt for my dick which all this time had been extremely hard.  I turned onto my back as he ringed it with his fingers and began to toss me off slowly and firmly.  I was almost ready to come when he took hold of my shaft so he didn't have to work very hard on it.  I gasped too as I felt the massive surge in the root of my prick and felt the spatter of a great splash of come all over my chest, neck and face.  There was enough firelight for Mike to see my performance and he gasped too and gripped my dick very hard as it emptied itself of its load.  He let go of my prick and brushed his hand through the drops of spunk on my chest and smoothed his fingers round my chin where I could feel drops had fallen.
     "Gosh, Jacko," he whispered in my ear, "I've never seen anything like that."
     I pulled up the towel and mopped his chest and then rubbed it over me.  I turned and put my arms round him with my head against his chest and did a Matt.  I fell fast asleep straight away!
*
     I woke quite suddenly in the middle of the night and wondered where on earth I was.  Not to worry, I was still nestled against Mike with his arm very protectively around me.  I carefully extricated myself and all he did was to grunt and turn over.  I could see that the fire had died down so crawled out of bed and put three more logs on it.  The room was still quite warm and as the logs caught fire I walked round the bed to look at Mike.  As I looked at the sleeping figure I thought about the very quick encounter we'd had and I hoped he wasn't too put out with me dropping off to sleep so quickly.  I looked at him for some time and, quite automatically my dick began to stiffen, but he didn't stir so I went round and got into bed again.  I edged myself up to him and fitted myself against the curve of his back and legs and drifted off again.
     Next thing I knew was the sounds of movement in the house.  I guessed Pa and Mike's Dad were up.  I looked at my watch and saw it was nearly seven o'clock.  If I was going to get my run in before breakfast I decided I'd better get up and get out.  I quickly put more logs on the fire and replaced the guard then got my shorts, rugger shirt, socks and plimsolls on.  On further thought I put a pullover on top and quietly opened the door and went downstairs.  Pa and Mike's Dad were having breakfast and seemed a bit startled to see the early morning apparition.  This turned to laughter when they realised who it was and the purpose.
     "Watch how you go, Jacko!" Pa admonished, "It's still pretty dark out there and I think it's probably slippery as well.  You'd better only go along the track to the other farm or else down to the village and back.  Anyway, if we're not here when you get back Gunner Roberts will be coming to feed you at nine o'clock."
     I waved them good bye and set out.  It wasn't too bad, there were icy patches here and there and it was chilly as I stepped out of the door.  I set off towards the village and soon warmed up.  No one was around as I cantered along the main street.  The only street as far as I could see.  As I was going along the Army car approached and passed me.  I ran along out of the village for about ten minutes then turned and as I was coming up through the village again the car passed me again with the two of them in the back.
     When I got to the farm I continued on up the track and nearly went over a couple of times on the ice but went on until I reached the other farm.  Again, no sign of life except for a thin wisp of smoke from a chimney. I turned and ran back and found I'd been out for thirty-five minutes.  Quite a run, must be well over four miles.  I went upstairs, panting a bit, but feeling very warm.  I opened the bedroom door carefully and in the light of the now blazing log fire I could see Mike was still fast asleep.  It must have been warm as he had pushed down the feather quilt and a bare arm was curved over the top of it.  I stood by the fire and stripped off my running gear.  Mike must have heard me as I moved around.
     "Gosh, Jacko, have you been out already?  What's the time?" he asked.
     "It's just after half seven," I responded.  "And we won't be getting breakfast until nine o'clock," I added peevishly and starvingly.
     "Why's that?" he asked.
     "Gunner Roberts is getting it for us and he won't be back here until then."
     "Oh," was his only reply.
     I finished taking my kit off and picked up my shorts and shirt and walked over to Mike and stood by the bed looking down on him.  I saw him eying my rather cold-shrivelled dick.
     "It's not very warm out there!" I said.
     He looked up and grinned.  "I can see that!" he said with a chuckle, "I'm in the best place."
     "I'm just going for a quick bath and then I'll join you," was my rapid response.
     I dropped my togs on the other side of the bed and grabbed my dressing gown, wash bag and towel and scurried off to the bathroom.  Thankfully the water was boiling hot and I sank blissfully into the depths and soaked for several minutes before having a good wash all over.  I eyed my cock as I stepped out.  All was OK.  The warmth of the bath had restored it's length from the screwed up little boy's size of a few minutes ago to a more respectable dangle.  I dried quickly and put my dressing gown on before going back into the bedroom.  I shucked it off facing Mike.
     "You look a lot better for that," he said with another grin, moving back in the bed and patting the space he'd been in. "Come on, it's warmer in here, I bet!"
     I lost no time in diving into bed again and drew the quilt up over me.  As I bumped against him he put an arm over me and I realised he'd taken his pyjama jacket off.  His muscly body was pressed hard against mine as we lay still and silent.  I could feel his heart beating quite fast where my chest was against his.
     "It's so quiet here," I said, "I can hear your heart beating."
     He tightened his arm over me and stroked the back of my head.  "How far did you go?" he asked.
     I told him my route and that I'd seen our Dads go off in the car.  Gosh, if only he'd stop stroking my head and stroke my dick instead.  I felt my heart beating faster as well as I desperately wanted to hold his long, slender prick as I had the night before.  Quickly, my cock became rock hard and I could feel his going the same until they were lined up side by side pressing into us.
     "You're a sexy young hound, Jacko Thomson," he whispered with that chuckle in his voice.  He paused, "One of your names is Francis, isn't it?"  I nodded.  "Francis Thompson with a 'p' wrote The Hound of Heaven, most appropriate for a Francis Thomson hound like you."  He pulled my head down until it was in the crook of his neck.  "If going running makes you like this in the morning," he wriggled his thighs and our pricks clashed, "I suppose I'd better do some training as well."
     I stretched my neck against his restraining hand until I was looking at him full in the eye.  "From what I can feel you don't need any training!"  He laughed and I wriggled free and straddled him and pushed the quilt away from us.  His dick lay up the length of his belly and topped his belly button.  It was very slender.  Not really much thicker than mine, but it looked about three inches longer with a very pink, shiny uncovered knob.  As I sat up and looked down on him my shorter but ever lusty weapon arched towards me with my knob still covered by its guardian skin.  His mat of dark, auburn hair contrasted with my smaller jet black bush.  What intrigued me most was the smallness of his balls, they were no bigger than mine, in fact, if anything, they were smaller.
     I reached down and circled my fingers just below where his knob bulged from the shaft.  He immediately closed his eyes and opened his mouth and gave a long deep breath.  I wanked him slowly and firmly until soon his leg muscles were quivering against the inside of my knees.  He gave a series of slow, very intense twitches and, like the night before, produced a spurt of creamy spunk at each jerk.  When he had finished shooting his load he had six small pools of thick come dotted over his chest and stomach.  He sighed deeply and opened his eyes.  He smiled broadly and gave me a great wink.
     "You're right, Jacko, who wants any other sort of exercise before that!"
     I hopped off him and retrieved my towel and handed it to him.   He very delicately wiped up the come as I stood by the bed and waited for him to finish before taking the towel from him.
     "That's a lot for me," he said, "But do you always make so much as last night?"
     I nodded and put out a hand and indicated I wanted him to get out of bed.  I went over near the fire and took away the guard.  I thought I would try something new, as well as something old.  He realised that I wanted him to toss me off standing up and I positioned myself a good four or so feet away from the leaping flames of the fire.  It was very warming even at that distance and I could feel the fire's heat on my legs and balls.  He stood just behind me and gently drew my foreskin down until my knob popped free.  I leaned back against him and twisted my left arm behind his back to hold him tight against me.  I could feel his now soft dick pressing into my back and as he moved his hairy bush tickled me.
     I was determined to give him my best so shut my eyes and concentrated hard on the feelings surging within my balls and the base of my prick.  He tossed me slowly for about two minutes and I knew I wasn't going to be disappointed.  My buttocks clenched automatically as the first of several massive jolts hit me somewhere deep between the legs.  I opened my eyes to see the most colossal stream of spunk squirt straight out of my knob, way over the space and straight into the flames where it sizzled and spat as it landed.  I let him pull back and forth several more times and shot quite a bit more until the last spurt dropped squarely on one of sheepskins in front of us.  He took the cue and stopped and held my dick very tightly.  He dropped his chin onto my shoulder and breathed in deeply.
     "Amount and distance," he murmured.  His chest heaved as he began to laugh.  "Have you ever worked out the Maths of it?  The pressure behind such a range and the amount you produce?  You must use up a lot of energy!"
     "Don't you shoot so far?"
     I felt him shake his head above my shoulder and he said with a laugh, "No, nowhere like so far!  A foot or so if I'm lucky."
     "Is your stuff always so thick as that?  It's even thicker than my friend Tim Parker's.  He doesn't make much and it's thick like yours."

     Before answering he turned and went over to the bed again and lay down and I joined him and faced him.
     "The answer's yes, mine's always like that."  He paused and then asked with a grin, "You seem very experienced, who else?  I suppose your friend Matt and the others you went on that visit together, eh?"
     My turn to grin, "Yes, and counting you that's sixteen so far!  And I didn't find out I could do it until the beginning of last term."
     He gave a low whistle. "Crumbs, Jacko, you are a sexy little hound!"
     "What about you?  When did you find out?  How many others?  Do you do it every day?"
     My questions came out in a rush.  He put a hand up.
     "Hey, wait!  If we're going to have a long discussion we'd better wait until we're up because it'll soon be time for Gunner Roberts to reappear.  Come on, I'll tell you later, but I must get washed and dressed."
     I followed him through to the bathroom where he also had a quick bath and I held the towel and watched.  He then had to shave and while he was doing that I went back and got dressed. I was thinking of all the questions I wanted to ask him and I was determined to find out a lot more than I had even from my cousin Alun.
     Mike was just getting dressed when we heard a car approaching.  I said I would go down and see Gunner Roberts and find out about breakfast.  He came into the kitchen just as I was putting cups and plates on the table.
     "Hello, Master Thomson," he said very cheerily as he came in carrying a large box.  He put it carefully on the table.  "There's all our rations in there for today."
     I went over and peered into it.
     "What's in there, Mister, I mean, Gunner Roberts?"
     He laughed, "You'd better call me Willy, that's my name!"
     "And mine's Jacko!"
     We eyed each other and that was settled.
     "And what about Dr O'Brien's son?"
     "Oh, he's Mike to his friends."
     Willy started to unpack the box and produced a tin box of eggs and some bacon.  These were soon cooking and sizzling on the Aga.  Mike came into the kitchen while I was putting tea in the pot.
     "Gosh, that all smells good, I'm ravenous," he said enthusiastically, "And Jacko must be too , he's had plenty of exercise this morning."
     I nearly dropped the teapot but Mike continued, "He's been out running while was I was still asleep."
     "Good for him, no wonder he said he was hungry," said Willy affably, "Anyway, I've been told I can call you Mike, and I'm Willy to one and all!"
     Over breakfast we found out Willy was twenty-one and was the Adjutant's batman but as he was away somewhere for a fortnight  Willy had been delegated to look after the visitors.  That included us and we were down as visiting Cadets for rations.  We also found out that our Dads were watching the first tests today and on Wednesday night there was going to be a big all-night exercise.  Willy said he had left lunch for us and would be back at five o'clock to get supper ready.  That meant Mike and I had the rest of the day to ourselves.
     We decided we would explore the village and have a look at the hills which were covered in snow.  We put plenty of clothes on and set off with Mike carrying his sketch pad.  I wanted to ask Mike all sorts of questions but thought most could wait until we were back in the comfort of the farmhouse.
     After spending a couple of hours wandering around and not getting very far because of the snow we went back and let ourselves in.  It was soon very cosy, especially in the kitchen with the Aga going and Mike sorting out some hot stew for lunch.  We set to and had plenty with hunks of bread.   I was still eating when Mike had finished and was busy wiping the remaining gravy from my plate with a final piece of bread.  He was watching my actions with a hint of a smile on his face.
     "You don't mind me saying, but I've never seen anyone eat so much as you, Jacko!" he said, "I thought I liked food but you positively delight in it.  A regular little glutton!"
     "True, I do get hungry," I replied, "And isn't gluttony a sin?  I suppose if I were a Catholic I'd have to go to confession, wouldn't I?"
     He laughed, "I don't think there's much cause for confessing that sin these days, unless it's you!"
     I thought I would raise another sin!  "My friend Tony Marcham told me your cousin Vince said he had to confess if he.."  I paused, "..You know, if he does it to himself!"
     Mike laughed again, "That's right and Vince should know!"
     "Will you have to confess?  You know, about last night and this morning?"
     "Oh yes, it's a mortal sin, but easily forgiven."
     I was looking at him intently now.
     "What do you have to say then?  Do you have to tell them what you do?  And you said you'd answer my questions I asked you this morning as well."
     "Jacko, Jacko, it's going to take ages to explain it all to you," he said laughing again.  "Come on then, let's wash this lot up and go into the sitting room, make the fire up and I'll begin at the beginning.  And, mind, I'll expect to hear all about you as well!"
     We cleared up the dishes and Mike took some large logs into the sitting room as I finished drying up.  When I went in the fire was blazing and Mike was sitting cross-legged on the sheepskin rug.  I joined him and as he poked at the fire to make it blaze even more I thought I would start.
     "Mike, you didn't mind about last night?  You know, me doing it to you like that?"
     He grinned at me, "If something hadn't happened I would have wondered what was the matter with you.  Don't forget, I'd already said I'd slept four in a bed with my cousins in Ireland and that was a bit of an experience, I can tell you!"

     It was my turn to grin.  "We slept four in a bed at Ulvescott one night, too.  But were your cousins older or younger than you?"
     "Oh, they were all older.  Let's see, I was thirteen and a bit, so Gerard was nearly fourteen, Connor was fifteen and Liam sixteen."
     "Could you make stuff then?"
     "I found out I could the first night, but I knew about it before then."
     "Gosh, I didn't find out I could until we went back to school in August and Tony Marcham told me he could, so I tried and I found I could.  I knew about it before that 'cos my cousin Alun showed me how he could at Easter, but I didn't make anything then.  How did you know about it?"
     "Oh well, we'd better start with that I suppose."  He shifted along so he was out of the fire's direct heat and continued. "In the Second Year at school we have what's called the 'Instruction'.  What happens is the curate sorts out the twelve-year-olds and takes them to the chapel and tells them they must not take wilful pleasure in irregular motions of the flesh as it is a mortal sin.  That means, if they don't confess they'll go straight to hell when they die."
     Seeing the puzzled look on my face he burst out laughing.
     "No, most of us didn't know what he meant either when he told us, but one of our group had just joined the school and was a bit older and another couple of lads had older brothers so after school about six of us went round to Jim Daley's, you know Daley's the baker's shop, he's their youngest son and we had an exhibition in one of their garages.  The older lad said what he could do and showed us much to our amazement and the ones with older brothers told us what their brothers did every night.  Then the rest of us tried but nothing happened."  He smiled, "The only thing that pleased me was that mine was longer than all the others, even the lad who shot his stuff."
     I'd cottoned on and laughed, "I like that, 'irregular motions of the flesh'!  It always seems very regular to me.  And those brothers doing it every night seem pretty regular as well!"  I looked at him slyly, "Are you regular?"
     He was heaving with laughter and reached out to playfully cuff me. "As much as you, I expect.  If you're a glutton for food, no doubt you're a glutton for other things as well!"
     I put my hands together, "I confess!"
     He laughed again, "Me, too!"
     "So what happens, do you have to go to confession every day?"
     "Oh, no, I save it all up and then go to old Father Herlihy who's deaf as a post and he just gives me three Hail Marys.  If I'm unlucky and he's not there then the other priest usually gives a lecture about abstinence and you get ten Hail Marys.  One of the Brothers at school told us we should always sleep with our arms folded across our chest."
     I must have looked puzzled so Mike continued, "If you've got your arms folded you can't very well do much, can you?  Oh, yes, and even worse, my friend Pat Finch at Fensham says they're checked every night to see that they have their arms outside the bedclothes!"
     I giggled, knowing my arms wouldn't stay folded long, or outside.  Mike laughed as well and went on, "I don't think their arms stay outside once the lights go out from what he tells me."
     He stopped and laughed and I interrupted his flow.
     "But if they say it's a terrible sin why don't they tell you to stop doing it altogether?"

     "Well, you know one good reason.  Have you ever tried to stop?"
     I shook my head.  I knew what he meant.

     "Anyway," he went on, shaking with laughter, "I expect they'd rather we did it to ourselves and to each other rather than fucking the Legion of Mary."
     My thoughts were racing.  Was I being sinful?  And Mike using words like fucking and laughing about it!
     "Who's the Legion of Mary?"
     Mike snorted and laughed again.  "Oh, they're good Catholic girls, like my sisters.  We have to keep them pure and undefiled until their wedding day!"
     I needed lots of information.  I didn't know much about fucking and I thought back to my recent ponderings about girls.  I'd better ask or I wouldn't find out.
     "I don't know much about girls or fucking.  Would you tell me?"
     "You do ask plenty of questions, Jacko!" he said, his eyes crinkled up with mirth, "And, I should know all about girls,  I have got four sisters.  But to tell you the truth I haven't done any fucking yet so it's all theoretical!   Let's see, what's the time?  We can't spend too much time discussing these things because we'll be asked what we've done today and you can't really tell your father you've been finding all about sexual activity, can you?"
     I had to agree, it was a bit like being down at Alun's, just as you get to the interesting bits time seems to be used up!  We decided we'd have a couple of games of Ludo or something and he'd tell me things while we played.  So, that settled, over the next two hours I had comprehensive instruction on what made girls different from boys.
     We concluded we were both glad we didn't have periods to contend with and I found out that Mike's sisters knew quite a lot about him, hence the name on his door.  This had come about from early years when his two elder sisters had charge of him and he was bathed by them with his next younger sister.  The snaky difference was self-evident and became an object of interest even more when one of them accidentally saw the lengthening article when he was about fourteen!
     I discovered he and his pal Bernie had jacked each other off regularly from the time Mike had come back from that holiday in Ireland.  In fact, Bernie had rushed round on his return to tell him about what he had found out one night and they spent a happy first afternoon demonstrating their newly acquired abilities.  Mike said it was odd because they worked out they'd actually shot spunk for the first time the same night!  Of course, they had to tell their friend, Pat Finch, and found he'd already started whacking off without telling them so they were a bit miffed with him 'cause all three had been in the same group instructed by the curate.  Pat had gone to Fensham School after the next Christmas but they still met up with him during the holidays to hear his tales and to continue their encounters.

     Then I heard that both his and Vince's families had gone on holiday together during last summer and he and Vince had to sleep in the same bed because they were the only two boys.  Naturally, they had explored each other's capabilities and he said Vince was as inquisitive and as randy as I was!  Then he revealed to me that Vince had since told him about my reputation for shooting lots so I told him about Vince in the scrum.  He laughed and said it was certainly him and I should ask him about it when he came back to school and, anyway, Vince was very jealous because he would have liked to have come on the trip with us!  Well, well!
     I then confessed I'd chosen Mike as my third musketeer when Matt had chosen Duncan Buchanan and I felt I'd won!  Mike looked most pleased at that and said he'd jumped at the chance of the visit when his Dad said Pa had suggested taking us both.
     I was most elated and took over the history telling and was just in the middle of recounting Alun's visit at Easter when we heard a car arriving.  It turned out to be Willy Roberts with the evening meal and two huge bundles of clothing.  It was a good job he arrived as I was in an advanced state of horniness by then and I think Mike was as well!  But, there were new excitements.  The bundles turned out to be our fathers' Army uniforms.  They had been given War Office commissions!  Pa was now a Lieutenant-Colonel and Mike's Dad a Major!!
     Willy Roberts laid out the two sets on the big hall table including greatcoats, caps, tunics, trousers, socks, boots.  You name it, it was there!  Also, he solemnly handed over two single pips each to Mike and me as he said he'd thought we'd like to be honorary Lieutenants.  There was much discussion about all this lot and also where we should wear our pips.  Willy said with a very straight face that he would suggest our pyjama jackets.  We both grinned and agreed, even though my emergency pyjamas were still in the bottom of my bag.  The next commotion was the arrival of a second car bringing our Dads.  With a good deal of backchat they disappeared upstairs and soon emerged very smartly dressed.  Willy sprang to attention and saluted as they appeared in the room but I'm afraid that Mike and I were just creased up.
     Then we heard more news.  The firing tests today had been fine and there were to be more tests tomorrow and a full-scale overnight exercise on Wednesday night which was to be attended by top brass from London.  Pa wanted to know if we would be OK in the house by ourselves overnight and we said no problem.  Willy went off to the kitchen and we had to recount our day - at least a partial recounting!  Then grub was up - and down!  Golly, I did feel well fed and I kept catching Mike's amused eye as I waded in.  As Pa and Mike's Dad had much to discuss we went up to bed quite early, stoked up the fire and sat by it and as I read my St John's book Mike sketched the outside scene as it had been that morning.  By ten I was ready for bed.  That is, I was ready for my own firing tests!
     "I'll just go and wash and then get ready for bed," I announced to Mike as I reached the end of a chapter all about fractures.  I picked up my dressing gown and went off, undressed and washed and was soon back in the room.  Mike was already undressed and in his dressing gown when I returned and went straight off to the bathroom.  He'd left the sketchbook on the bed so I had a look at what he had been doing.  It was good.  He had drawn the outside view of the farmhouse with a lonely runner approaching along the road.  It was quite clearly me.  As I was studying it intently he returned.
     "Do you like it?" he asked, grinning, "I used a bit of artistic licence and put you in."
     "Gosh, it's good, and I can see it's me," was my response.  I put the book down on the side-table and took my dressing gown off.  Naturally, my rod was up and rigid.  Mike took a quick look and peeled off his dressing gown.  He too was in the same condition.
     "It does it of it's own accord," he murmured, pushing his hips forward so the tip bounced against him.  Then he said with a bit of a chuckle, "Hey, Jacko, would you let me check something?  I've been thinking about it during the day."
     "What's that?" I asked, intrigued.
     He came over and sat on the bed. "Well, I wondered why you shoot so far.  I bet the pressure has to push your stuff along a pretty narrow tube.  May I have a look?"
     Even more intrigued I went and stood in front of him between his open legs.  Very gently he caught hold of my dong and pulled my foreskin down.  Even more gently he put the finger and thumb of his other hand at the top of my knob.  I winced a bit as he touched it but very carefully he pressed down on either side of the slit and it opened very slightly.
     "As I thought, have a look.  You've got a very narrow slit in the top there and it doesn't open very far."  He let go of my cock and caught hold of his own.  He did the same with his knob end and as he pressed down the slit there opened up quite wide and I could see the hole going down was much wider. "Yes, I was right, mine is much bigger so whatever pressure there is has a wider pipe to push the stuff through."  He looked at me and grinned, "It's all a matter of physics, isn't it?  Except, of course, that doesn't explain the amount.  That must be a matter of biology!"
     By this time my balls were like two hard little walnuts tight up against the base of my prick.  I looked at his which were still slightly saggy, but definitely not even as large as mine.  I put a hand out and cupped them in my palm.
     "Mike, your cock is much bigger than mine, but your balls aren't are they?  Do you think it's something to do with that as well?"  I paused and thought and remembered that Matt, and all three of my cousins had much bigger balls than me but none of them shot as much.  "No, it can't be that," I mused, "Matt and my cousins don't shoot as much as me and they have much bigger balls."
     "I expect it's what goes on inside you then, 'cause you make the sperm cells in your balls and then it mixes up with other things and what you shoot out is called semen," he said with clear authority.  So that was it.  It made sense now.  And for me, it was probably helped by all the food I ate!
     As Mike sat there grinning broadly at me I reached out and pushed him gently on the chest.  He collapsed back into the softness of the feather bed and pounded the cover rather helplessly as I knelt down between his legs and began to lick his balls which were presented directly to me because of my action.  I moved my tongue up and tickled the base of his prick and then dropped it again to probe his bollocks.  With an effort he partially righted himself and clasped my head.
     "No, don't do that, Jacko, not yet," he whispered urgently from his semi-recumbent position, "Let's get into bed and I'll tell you about what happened when I was in Ireland with my cousins."  I looked up at his face.  He grinned back.  "It's a bit like what you've just done," he said, chuckling.
     I stood up and held out a hand to help him get up.  Like lighting he grabbed me and started to tickle me.  I spluttered and squirmed and flailed my arms about but he was like an eel and much stronger than me and we ended up among the sheepskins on the floor, me panting for breath.
     "That's how they started!" he whispered in my ear, "They took me by surprise the first night.  Come on, let's get up and get into bed!"
     He let go and we stood up together.  He pointed to the bed and went to the doorway and switched out the light.  The fire was quite bright and lit up the room as we got into bed.  I rolled towards him and put my arms round him immediately.
     "Come on, then, tell me!"
     He put an arm over my back and started to rub the bottom of my spine.  Gosh, it was good.  My cock seemed to go even harder.  He put his head close to mine with his mouth near my ear.
     "Well, I told you we slept four in a bed, didn't I?  At least I think we did get a bit of sleep sometimes.  Anyway, the first night we all went up together and the three of them undressed like greased lightning.  Then Liam and Connor, the two older ones grabbed Gerard and started to tickle him just like I did to you just now.  It was funny because they did all this in absolute silence.  Gerard squirmed and struggled but Connor kept a hand over his mouth as they made the poor lad twitch and jerk.  Then Liam caught hold of his dick which I'd noticed had got stiff and rubbed it up and down at the same time and he soon shot his stuff.  By this time I'd just got my pants on and Liam and Connor let go of him and grabbed me.  My pants were off in a flash and the next thing I knew was I was being tickled like mad.  Then Gerard joined in and he did what you just did and then Liam grabbed my dick and rubbed it.  And that was when I came for the first time," he finished with a triumphant whisper.
     "Didn't they know you hadn't come before that?"
     "No, and I didn't tell them until later in the week, either!"
     "What happened after that that night?"
     He snorted in my ear and continued, "I had to do it to Liam and Connor and then Gerard wanted it again and it took ages for me to make him come a second time.  Oh yes, and then we all compared what we'd got and Connor was a bit peeved because mine was longer than his even then, 'Och!'  he said, `Look at the lad on him!' - that's what Irish boys call it, they call it their lad” He sniggered.  “And when they come they say they're fetching it.  I had to learn a new language.”
     Crumbs more things to add to my vocabulary!  Then Mike went on.
     “Of course, mine wasn't so thick but it was definitely longer so Connor  tossed me off again and it finished up with Connor giving Liam his second and then Gerard set to on Connor.”  He laughed.  “So all ours lads were exercised and we all fetched our stuff as well.  It was quite hectic and  I think we dropped off to sleep after that.  I know I did!  But that was some introduction wasn't it?"
     During this time I had just been gripping his dick and gently squeezing it in my full fist but as he finished I began to rub up and down on his rigid length.  He immediately gave a grunt and a hoarse whisper.
     "You'd better get your towel I think I'm about to fetch!"
     I reached under my pillow and quickly thrust the trusty towel between us.  Just in time and just like the night before he gave a number of violent thrusts of his thighs as he came.  But, not like last night there was no long pause afterwards.  He moved quickly, pushing back the feather covering right back and straddling me and proceeded then to beat me off very slowly but with very strong downstrokes.
     My knob popped out of its surrounding skin completely with no effort and although the force behind his hard pulls made me wince a bit the effect was almost immediate and colossal.  I lay back with my eyes closed and mouth open and when I came I felt drops splash down on my face and some even into my open mouth.  I didn't wait either.  As soon as spunk had stopped spurting I put my arms up and put them round his waist and pulled him down on top of me.
     The bed gave an ominous squeak and we lay very still for what seemed like ages before we seemed to dare even to breathe.  I was getting used now to being glued to my friends with our spilled spunk!  Then very slowly I brought my knees up and carefully locked my legs over his back moving my arms to his shoulders.  I was rather crushed because I was supporting the whole weight of his body on me but the feelings were superb.  His face was very close to mine so I stuck my tongue out and pushed it between his lips.  His mouth opened wide as he breathed deeply.  I explored his tongue with mine and gradually I felt his length hardening again and pressing on me below my balls.  I moved slightly until I felt his knob pressing on my crack.  I wanted to find out what I had done to Matt but Mike very slowly turned me over so we were still entwined but I was lying on my side.  He put his mouth close to my ear.
     "No, Jacko, not tonight.  Just let's lie still."
     I moved slightly away and reached down to his great length and held it tightly.  My dong was rapidly stiffening and as we disentangled ourselves he took hold of it and both of us dropped off to sleep.
*
     I woke sometime in the night.  We were now covered up snugly because Mike must have pulled up the feather quilt at some time.  We weren't holding each other's dongs any more and I felt down to mine which was now limp and very sticky.  Mike was facing me and was deeply asleep.  I kissed him gently on the nose and dropped off again.  Next thing I knew I was being gently shaken by the shoulder.
     "Hey, come on, wake up, Jacko!" Mike was saying rather urgently, "It's nearly eight o'clock and they're just finishing breakfast and they'll be going soon!"
     I opened my eyes to see Mike already dressed, ready for the run, and as he spoke I heard the car draw up in the yard.
     "Come on, get your running kit on, you don't need to wash until we're back!" he said, picking up my shirt and shorts. "Here, slip these on, 'cause you'll want to see your old man all dressed up won't you!"
     I scrambled out of bed and grabbed my pants and pulled them on.  Mike handed me my shorts and as I stepped into them he popped my rugger shirt over my head.  I grovelled under the bed and found my football socks and plimsolls and within a minute I was ready.
     "What about a pullover?" he asked.
     I nodded and scurried to the cupboard and got out the one I had on the previous morning.  I bet I looked a wreck!  My hair was all dishevelled and Mike must have been waiting for my realisation of this as he handed me a comb.
     "Come on, hurry up and make yourself beautiful, I can hear the sound of boots down below!"
     I scraped my hair down and followed him to the door.  Our dads were laughing about something and as we looked down over the banisters they were being handed two immaculate Sam Browne belts by Willy Roberts.
     "Do we look OK, Willy?" I heard Pa ask.
     "As soon as you've got these on, sir, you'll look perfect!" was Willy's reply.
     I nearly slipped down the stairs in my hurry to see the two new soldiers.  They did look smart and the belts set off the uniforms very well.  I stood at the bottom of the stairs while Mike sat a bit further up as they completed their kitting-out by putting their greatcoats on.  Willy handed them their caps which they spent some time setting on their heads comfortably.  While they were doing this Willy came over to us.
     "You're going for a run first before breakfast?"
     I nodded and he continued, "That's OK. I've left some eggs and bacon and bread and so on in the kitchen."  He looked at Mike, "I've got to drive today so would you deal with that and put the stew on the Aga to warm up for your lunch?"
     Pa came over listening in and stood at attention in front of us grinning hugely. "Now, you two, you behave yourselves and keep the place tidy or I'll have you in the glasshouse!  That's orders for the day, eh, Gunner Roberts?"
     Willy sprang smartly to attention. "Yes sir, one can be on kitchen fatigues and the other on barrack room orderly duty, sir!"
     Dad laughed, "Good, that's exactly the description I wanted.  Anyway, we'll be back just after six o'clock with Gunner Roberts and your supper so I'm sure you'll be OK until then."
     Gosh, we were going to have the place to ourselves for most of the time!  But, we had to see the departure first.  Off they went with much waving and we set off in the other direction up towards the other farmhouse.  It was pretty cold but I soon warmed up and we ran together very well.  Mike matched his pace to mine and I think my practice made me his equal 'cause I had no difficulty with the distance we did.  In fact, after about twenty minutes of following a track Mike suggested we turned back.  It was very nippy so we didn't say much to each other just concentrating on the run.  When we did get back we'd been out nearly three quarters of an hour and must have done at least five miles!  I think I was in better condition than Mike as he was panting a bit as we made our entry into the warm kitchen from the rather raw weather outside.
     "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, it was chilly out there!" he exclaimed, "I'm ready for a hot bath!"
     "Race you up the stairs then," I retorted and rushed off in front of him.  He followed at a more sedate pace holding on to the banisters as he climbed the stairs.
     I was in the bathroom with the taps turned on and stripping off when he came in.
     "Come on, let's get in together," he suggested, "There'll be plenty of room."
     I tested the water and gingerly put my foot in.  It was pretty hot but I slid over the side and down into the water.  Mike soon followed and faced me.
     "I suppose you thought first one in should have the best end," he said, grinning, "So I've got the taps!"
     I splashed him playfully and we finished up soaping each other down and wallowing in the water for ages until I announced I wanted my breakfast.  Mike got out first and began to towel himself down then walked out to the bedroom.  I let the water out and wrapped myself in a towel and followed him.  He was standing by the fire in the bed room with his dressing gown on and holding his sketch pad.
     "Hey, Jacko," he said as I came in, "Stand over here and I'll do a drawing of you."
     I went over towards the fire while he pulled a chair across and sat on it.
     "Like this?" I asked, "Like the one you did of yourself?"
     I dropped my towel and stood, turning slightly to the fire to keep warm.
     "Just like that," he said and eyed me up and down before he was busy with his pencil. "Try to stand quite still."
     I felt the heat from the fire drying the hair round my cock and as it dried it sprang up into its usual halo.  I was glad we'd had the hot bath because I also felt my cock and balls were hanging well and not shrivelled up by the outside cold.  Even though I wanted my breakfast I stood stock still for about ten minutes while he rapidly did about three drawings.
     "I'll finish them off later," he said finally, "Come on, we'd better get dressed and have some grub."
     "Can I see them, please?" I asked.
     He shook his head.  "Not yet, I'll finish them first and then you may see them."  He emphasized the `may'.  I would have to remember that.  Also, being obedient I didn't insist but rapidly dressed and was downstairs first.
     I had the frying pan on the Aga when Mike arrived and he took over, instructing me to cut some bread.  We were both ravenous and had two eggs and two rashers of bacon each and a mound of bread between us.  There was also a billycan of tea which we got through as well.  My stomach felt quite podgy when I'd finished and Mike gave a great sigh of pleasure as he finished mopping up his last bit of egg.
     "I'm ready for anything now," he said, "Other than any more exercise!  We'll leave the washing up until later, shall we.  Let's go and have a sit and more chat and I'll finish off the drawings."
     We sat and had much more chat!  I did most of it telling Mike more about what Tony had told me about camp and what had happened on our visit to Ulvescott.  During this recital Mike busily scratched away at his pad and finally after at least an hour when I came up for breath he said he'd more or less finished.  He stood up and put his sketchpad on the table.
     "Here you are, Jacko, you can look now," he said with a note of pride in his voice.
     Gosh, they were good!  The first was another head and shoulders.  It was different from the first one he'd done of me 'cause now I looked just a bit older.  The second one was my head and torso and he'd caught me looking straight at him with a quizzical air, but then, the third was a real revelation.  It was a full-length drawing of me in the nude, slightly side on.  I must say I looked good.  I was staring towards the fire which he'd sketched in and I didn't look a bit boyish.  I had secretly marvelled at Mike's muscly body but his drawing showed I had the beginnings of a few muscles as well.  Of course, one bit did stand out, or at least dangled proudly.  If he'd drawn me truthfully then my dick and bollocks were now also beginning to get well-formed.  I suppose just seeing them in a mirror or from above gives a rather false impression but I felt quite proud of my growing equipment under my little mat of hair.
     "Oh, Mike!" I exclaimed after turning the pages, "They're marvellous!"  I stared at the third one very intently.  "Do I really look like that?"
     "Um, yes, you do.  I draw what I see usually so it must be right."
     "I didn't realise I had any muscles," I said, "You can see yours quite clearly when you undress!"
     He grinned, "That's exercise for you.  I expect your running has begun to tone you up.  And I think you're getting a bit taller now and though you scoff enough food to feed an elephant you're not fat."
     "No, not like Peter Fry in our class, he's like a barrel!" I retorted.  I stared at the drawing again focussing on the interesting bits. "Do I really look like that?" I asked pointing at the section below my navel.
     He grinned and slapped me on the back, "Exactly!" he chuckled, "I know what you mean, you never see yourself properly, do you?"  He squeezed my neck, "You're going to be quite a big boy when you've finished growing, just like your cousins that you've told me about!"
     "I do hope so, it's not fair being younger when there's you and Matt and Alun and the others.  You've all got lots..."
     He squeezed my neck again.  "But you've got more than me, don't forget."  He pointed at my balls in the drawing. "They're definitely bigger than mine, even now."
     "Oh yes, and I've got more there too!" I said, grinning up at him and pointing at the end of my dick in the drawing.
     "Cheeky hound!" he expostulated, "You've still time to lose that, like your pal George Clegg 'cause I might get you with a pair of scissors!"  He made cutting movements at me and laughed as I evaded him and went on.  "I suppose you're lucky in one way though that you're not a Moslem boy in Turkey!"
     "Why's that?" I asked, puzzled.
     He guffawed.  "Oh, one of the Brothers told us in Religion that the poor little buggers have their foreskins chopped off publicly sometime when they're between seven and ten."
     I winced involuntarily and crossed my legs. "Is that true?  In public?"
     Mike nodded vigorously, "Yes, the Brother said it was true and if we didn't behave ourselves he'd write to the Pope and suggest it for Catholic boys!  It didn't help when someone in the class asked the Brother if I was a Moslem and that meant I was inspected very closely next time after Games.  I was only a little kid at the time, in the First Year, and some of the older lads were there too.  They held me down on a bench and they all had a look and laughed then someone remembered there was a boy in the Second Year the same so they left me and when he came into the changing room after school they got him and he was exhibited as well.  That episode scared me a good bit, 'cause I was quite a bit younger than most of the boys in my class and I was also quite small.  There were some rough lads in our class and I got picked on a lot and in the end I said I didn't like the school.  Dad realised something was wrong and though he didn't say anything suggested I went to Prosser's Gym.  You know, the one the Mayor started up."
     I nodded, "Johnny Prosser's in my class and he's the Mayor's nephew and he goes there."
     "Yeah, I went there and got on quite well and it certainly built me up a bit.  A couple of other boys from our Third Year went there and I got pally with them and that helped 'cause I could talk to them at school and that meant the thuggy ones in the class left me alone.  Then I had my accident and I wonder if that's why my balls aren't very big."
     I was all agog.  "What was that?"
     "Oh, very simple, I was showing off a bit and slipped and landed with my legs either side of the beam and bashed my balls terribly."
     I winced again and put both hands protectively over my equipment. "Ooh, Mike, I felt that!" I said with feeling.
     He snorted.  "Not so much as I did!  Two of the older boys gave me a piggy-back home and I was in bed for four days and they had to get the doctor much to my sisters' amusement.  I had to have cold compresses but Kathleen was very good 'cause she looked after me mostly."
     "Is that the one going to marry Eamonn the drill Sergeant?"
     "Yes," he said and grinned at me, "She used to come in and say 'Anyone for tennis'"
     I got that straight away. "They're certainly not big enough for that!"
     He took a friendly swipe at me. "I'll do you, Jacko!  Anyway, the doctor was worried in case I'd done permanent damage and I had to keep going to see him to be inspected."  He sniggered.  "He asked me one day if I'd had a wet dream yet and I told him I had because I didn't know what he meant 'cause it was ages before I knew anything about coming but I had noticed I'd got some hair growing.  He said I was OK and he didn't need to see me again.  So, it didn't too much damage except my balls haven't got very big."
     "What happened about the gym?  Did you go back?"
     "Oh, yes, I went on going until I was about fourteen or so but I didn't like old Prosser who used to come in and talk about 'his boys' in his unctuous way.  Your chum Billy Clarke and one of his friends were very pally with him, though.  But going there did the trick 'cause those Third Years were by that time in the Sixth Form and got me to be scrum half in their rugby team and the others left me alone after that."
     I was most impressed and told him what Billy Clarke had said about him being thickset, at least, I said, that's what I thought he said.  That set Mike off and he grabbed me and we rolled on the sheepskins on the floor as he wrestled me.  I was getting stronger because it took him all his effort to get me into a hold.  Gosh, that made me horny again and when I managed to free a hand I felt down for his cock and that was really hard.  I squeezed it and without saying anything we stopped wrestling and went straight up to the bedroom and slipped our togs off.  I tossed him off first and he shot his load pretty quickly and thickly.  I came more or less as soon as he put his hand on my cock.  He must have given me about twenty or so rubs and out it poured.  We lay side by side on the bed for a while and then got up and dressed again.  Mike was most amused.
     "I don't know why we bothered to put our clothes on.  Is there a time when you don't want it, Jacko?"
     I stuck my tongue out at him, "No, only when I'm eating or asleep."
     "At least you're honest about it.  Anyway, I'm the same.  Do you keep thinking about it?"
     I nodded.  Thinking about it occupied a great part of my conscious time.  I told him I even got hardons doing German translations.  He said he'd tried several times to see how long he could keep a hardon and one lasted over three hours before it got too much and he had to deal with it.  I said I didn't think I could last that long.  
     The rest of the day passed quickly.  I went through my visit to Cardiff and asked him if he knew what Aladdin was all about which made him laugh.  He laughed even more about Christopher Robin having a wank and said he would have to tell Pat Finch and Bernie that one.
     Pa and Dr O'Brien arrived back full of beans and Mike suggested they were full of whisky as well because they were laughing and joking all through supper.  We kept quiet and learned that their shell casing was the best ever and everyone was most impressed and they'd had a drink or two to celebrate in the mess afterwards.  That explained the merriment which quietened down after supper when Pa produced a bottle of whisky from his greatcoat and they settled to a few more drinks while Mike and I played Monopoly.  Both of them dozed off in their chairs by about nine and Mike nodded towards the door.
     I was washed, stripped off and in bed before Mike got upstairs as he had stayed to tidy up the kitchen things.  It wasn't long though before he got into bed beside me.  I leapt on him just as Matt had that time he stayed with me.  I entwined myself around him and stuck my mouth over his and forced my tongue in.  His prick was as rigid as mine as I had felt it go hard against me as I bounced my body against his.
     "Slow down a bit, Jacko," he gasped as I raised my head a bit to take a breath of air.  His arms were round my back and he tightened his grasp until I quietened down a bit.  "Wait, we've got plenty of time and don't make so much noise or they'll wonder what's up," he said in an amused voice, "I know what you want and I've watched you all this evening and you've had a permanent horn, haven't you?"
     I nodded and grinned down at him. "Haven't you?" I asked.
     "Some of the time, but I've been saving it up.  Hey, lie still for a minute and I'll tell you what happened to Pat Finch on his first night at Fensham."
     He loosened his grip and I rolled off him and we faced each other sideways.  He pushed the covering quilt down a bit because with the fire and that it was pretty warm in the bedroom.
     "Well, I'd better start at the beginning like I did with my story.  Pat was at our school but his Mum wasn't too well so it was arranged for him to go as a boarder to Fensham.  It was after Christmas about three years ago so he was just fourteen and it meant he had to join in a class who'd all been there ages and he was put in a dormitory with five others about the same age.  He said it wasn't too bad the first day, two of the lads were told to show him around and they seemed OK.  That first night they went up to bed and I told you they were checked to see they were tucked in with their arms outside."
     I sniggered at this point. "I notice you didn't leave your arms outside tonight, or even cross them on your chest!"
     He tapped me on the back and ran his hand down my side and caught hold of my prick. "Only to make sure I could protect myself from you and I couldn't!"
     I was feeling round the base of his spine and pinched him and at the same time stuck my tongue out and licked the end of his nose. "Coward, but go on!"
     "OK, I will, but keep still for a minute!"  I waited. "Right!  That first night the Prefect or whoever came round, looked at them all, switched off the light and closed the door.  It was all blacked out and there was a deathly hush.  Pat heard scurrying feet and then his bedclothes were pulled down and someone clamped their mouth over his on one side and held him down while someone the other side pulled the cord on his pyjamas and got his prick out.  The three of them were squashed together on this single bed with Pat gasping for air, like I was just now, and this other lad pumping away at his dick.  It didn't take him long to come 'cause he's a horny tyke like you."  He gripped my dick hard at that moment so I pinched him again.  He laughed.  "As soon as he came the two lads scurried off and got into their own beds and there was silence again for a few moments then he heard the others all tossing themselves off!"  He gave my prick a few rubs, "Just like this, Jacko."
     In a moment he had turned over on me and clamped his mouth over mine and shoved his tongue in deep.  I shot my first load of the night within a few seconds and lay gasping.  Mike drew out the towel and wiped me down.  I recovered my breath and twisted over towards him.
     "Your turn now," I said with emphasis, "Lie still and close your eyes."
     I shifted down in the bed until I was lying between his legs.  I began by licking the little ridged sac containing his balls at the same time reaching up to measure his length with my fingers.  Gradually I opened my mouth wider and circled his bollocks with my lips and began to suck them while, just above my nose, I started to pull up and down on his rod.  I did it as slowly as I could and I could hear Mike gasping and drawing in deep breaths and soon his leg muscles quivered against the sides of my head.  Suddenly, he gave a long-drawn out hiss as if through clenched teeth and jerked up and down almost uncontrollably and I knew he was shooting his stuff.  I continued to suck on his hard little cobnuts and pull away until he was arching his back and moaning.  I stopped only because I heard a door open and close downstairs.  Mike went silent and I waited for several minutes until I heard the second door close on the other side of the landing.  His prick was still in my hand and as it slowly softened I lifted myself upright to look down on him.  He was lying quite still, eyes closed, and in the flickering firelight I could see six or seven small pools of come dotted over his stomach and chest.
     "Are you OK?" I whispered.
     He nodded his head, smiled and flexed the muscles in his legs against my knees.  I reached for the towel and wiped up the creamy spunk and moved out from between his legs and lay down beside him.  I put an arm over his chest and thought I would ask him something which for no reason had entered my head while I was snuffling at his balls.
     "Hey, Mike, you know on the way up you said about your sister getting married to that Sergeant at the training camp.  Is he very old?"
     He opened his eyes and turned his head to me, "No.  Why do you ask?"
     "Oh well, the Sergeant who drills our Cadets is ever so old and that Sergeant Higgs, I told you about who was at Ulvescott, well, he was pretty old too."
     He grinned and put his hand over so it rested on my stomach. "No, Eamonn's not all that old.  He's twenty-two, same age as my sister Kathleen.  They're getting married at Easter and then she'll be Kathleen Alice Quinn."  He kneaded my stomach with his fingers.  "You'll get invited, 'cos your Dad and Mum's on the list, 'cos I saw it over Christmas when they were making the plans."
     "He's in the Guards, isn't he?"
     "Yes, the Irish Guards, though he comes from Liverpool."
     My racing imagination took over.  "Did you say your sister's name is Alice?" I asked.
     "Yes, Kathleen Alice.  Why?"
     "Oh, I was just thinking about Christopher Robin again."
     His fingers massaged my stomach more, "And what's your dirty little mind thought up now?" he asked, with a mock menacing tone.
     I giggled and wriggled under his fingers which were giving me very pleasant feelings with startling results elsewhere. "Well, you know the poem, 'They're Changing the Guard at Buckingham Palace'?"
     I squirmed even more as his fingers copied the rhythm.
     "Yes, I've heard it.  Why?"
     I began, "'They're changing the guard at Buckingham Palace,
              And Christopher Robin went down with Alice,"
     I paused, and made ready for any onslaught,
             "Alice is marrying one of the guard.
              'A soldier's prick is terrible hard,'
              Says Alice.'"
     Retribution was swift.  Mike, hardly able to contain his laughter rolled over onto me and flattened me.  I retaliated by flinging my arms around his back and hugging him hard and then whispered in his ear.
     "'And Michael's prick is terrible hard,' says Jacko."
     Mike was giggling hard and spluttered out, "You're right, so is Eamonn's."
     He rolled us over so we were facing each other.  We had made a bit of noise and I think we both wondered if we could be heard.  Mike must have read my mind.
     "It's OK, they've both had enough to knock out a horse, as Mother says.  Come on, let go and I'll tell you."
     I loosened my hold and put a free hand down and clamped it round his revived hardon.
     "Harder than this?"
     He laughed again, "Shut up and listen or I won't tell you."
     "OK, carry on."
     "Eamonn stayed with us over Christmas.  He arrived on Christmas Eve and had to go back the morning after Boxing Day.  Now, because we haven't much room with me and four sisters he had to share my room.  Dad had put a spare mattress on the floor and Eamonn insisted he slept on that.  He's a big bloke, he must be about six foot tall.  He says he only got on the depot staff 'cause he's a good rugby player.  Dad says he's a typical bog Irishman but nice with it.  I like him, he's always laughing and telling stories.  Anyway, we didn't get to bed very early on Christmas Eve 'cause we all went to midnight mass and Christmas night we sat around and talked and then Boxing Day was my birthday and that was late again.  That night we all went up to bed and left Eamonn and Kath discussing their wedding.
     I was in bed ages before he appeared and crept into the room.  I was still wide awake and I could see him because we had a nightlight on a saucer.  Anyway, he got undressed just like the previous two nights.  All he wore in bed was his underpants, little green ones, so I hadn't seen anything else.  But that night, when he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them I saw he had a great hardon.  It was sticking out of the front of his pants.  I kept quiet and I suppose he thought I was asleep 'cause as soon as he laid down he slipped his pants off and began to toss himself off."
     Mike reached down and encircled my rigid tool.
     "He did it slowly to begin with, I suppose in case it disturbed me, and I got a good look at his prick.  It was pretty thick but certainly not as long as mine."  He gave my dick a squeeze, "It looked very hard though!"
     I responded by tweaking his cock a few times.
     "Let me finish the tale first."  I stopped and he went on.  "He was beating off for about a minute and, of course, I got a raging hardon too, so I just turned over on my back and pushed the clothes away and jacked myself off.  I heard him come first and then I did just a bit later.  We lay in silence for a minute or so and then he whispered, 'Well, Mike, we both had a bit of dirty water to get off our chests, eh?  Happy Birthday!'  Then he pinched out the night-light and that was that."
     "Didn't you say anything in the morning?"
     "No chance, he was up and off before I emerged."
     "I haven't heard about dirty water before.  Have you?"
     "No, but I told Bernie about it and he said he expected it was something they said in the Army."  He paused. "Bernie says soldiers call it a J Arthur - get it?"
     I shook my head.
     "J Arthur Rank - wank, get it now?"
     I grinned, "Could I have a J Arthur now, please?"
     We both wanted one and more dirty water was on, rather than off, our chests.  For a while after that we talked until, drowsily, I tucked myself up against him and drifted off to sleep feeling most contented.
*
     Any contentment I'd feel last thing was dispelled by my rude awakening in the morning.  I was flat on my back when the bedding was pulled off me and a sharp finger prodded me in the side.  An urgent whisper followed immediately.
     "Come on, Jacko!" Mike hissed, "It's ten past eight, they're not up yet, but you are, you little monster!"
     A rude awakening and my rudeness was exposed.  The little monster, me, was displaying a very healthy little monster, it!  Mike, cruelly, flicked at it and caught my knob end with his fingernail and I was galvanised into action.  The sod had hurt my precious dick!  Not much but enough to get me in fighting mood.
     "You bastard!" I hissed back, "That hurt!"
     I sprang up as quickly as I could given the softness of the feather bed.  I launched myself at him and this took him by surprise as he collapsed under my weight.  With this advantage I managed to pin him down on the floor for a few moments and took stock of the situation.  He was already partly dressed for the run with shorts and rugger shirt.  Quickly I pulled up the shirt so it covered his face and in so doing pinned his arms in it.  I lay across his heaving chest and shoved my hand into the top of his shorts and pushed it down under the elastic of his jock strap.  I located his cock and then, in the constricted space, I flicked his bare knob twice, hard.
     "Ouch, you little fucker!" a muffled voice gasped, "I'll pull your prick off for that!"
     He kicked about but I grabbed his eel-like cock and whispered back, "But I've got your's already!" and give it quite a tweak.
     He lay still, his chest still heaving, now with laughter.
     "OK, pax, let me up, I can't breathe!"
     "Real pax?" I asked, hesitantly not wanting to loose the advantage and to emphasis it I squeezed his uncoiled cock again.
     "Most definitely, real, true pax!"
     I let go and knelt up beside him.  He wriggled his arms and drew the shirt down from his now rather red face.
     He grinned up at me.  "You got me that time, good for you.  But watch your step 'cos I'll get my own back."
     "You got your own back twice last night," I retorted, "All over your chest!"
     "Wit, wit, mind you don't cut your finger."  He eyed my still rampant tool. "You'd better be careful or you might circumcise yourself as well, eh?"
     I glanced down, figuring out his own wit and this was my mistake.  I had taken my attention off him.  He seized the moment, or rather, he seized me.  In one move he sat up, circled his arms tightly round my arms and chest, pulled me down locking his legs round me and rolled me over so he was looking down at me.
     "I'd better teach you how to wrestle, hadn't I?  And the first rule is, never take your eye off your opponent."  He put his face close to mine and rubbed my nose with his.  "You're so proud of your little dickie it's an object of fascination for you, eh?"
     I nodded, feeling my hard little dickie pressed against the cloth of his shorts in which a rather larger dickie was rapidly thickening.  He seemed quite unperturbed and loosened his grip a bit.
     "Tell you what.  Sometime today I'll teach you a few moves so if any of your pals decide to revenge themselves on you you'll be prepared."
     I thought it would be good.  Matt and Tom had better watch out, battling Jacko would be on the scene!
     "Coo, thanks, I'd like that!" I said enthusiastically, "I owe Matt and Tom a couple of bouts."
     "Right, I'll teach you what I learnt from my Irish cousins who were real scrappers.  Come on, then, get your togs on, we'd better get out and back 'cos Willy will be here soon with breakfast."
     As he was ready first he went and banged on our Dads' doors and muffled protestations of too much noise were heard.  Pa's door then opened quietly and he went into the bathroom almost silently.  Mike mimed having a headache and then his Dad appeared at our door looking rather worse for wear.
     "Oh my God," he said very absently, "The bells are ringing this morning and we've got to get through the next sixteen hours."
     "Aren't you feeling well?" asked Mike solicitously, turning and winking at me. "Or did the demon drink get you?"
     "You tell your Mother and I'll..." he stopped and went off back to his bedroom.  I finished putting my shirt and plimsolls on as Mike followed his Dad.
     He returned just as I was ready.
     "Nothing a couple of good hot cups of tea won't cure," he said, "He was worse than that on Christmas Day."
     We left the scene and set off.  As we went up the road toward the farm I thought that having a couple of good wanks didn't seem to have any effect on my performance the next day.  And from the pace that Mike was setting they certainly had no deleterious effects on him either.  Another old wives' tale to bite the dust.  We circled the farmyard when we reached it and saw young Mr Turner.  We stopped and he said not to forget we were invited to have lunch on Friday with them and we could collect the meat to take home then.  What meat?  Something our Dads had arranged I assumed.  We set off again and ran back past our farmhouse.  Two Army cars were in the yard so Willy and the other driver had arrived.  As we ran down the main street and turned off into a side lane Mike exploded.
     "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" he almost shouted, "Oh, shit!"
     I was startled. "What's the matter?" I panted out.
     He slowed down a bit.  "Willy said he'd tidy up, didn't he? And I've left my sketchpad on the table by the bed!"
     "Oh, gosh!" I said, "And I forgot to take the towel out of the bed"
     "I bet he'll have a look and he'll see the drawings."
     "What shall we do?  'Cause he'll see the towel as well if he makes the bed and he'll guess why it was there!"  I looked across at Mike as we continued running.  "He won't say anything to our Dads will he?"
     "I doubt it.  I'll think of something!"
     We ran on in silence and finally reached the farmhouse again.  Mike looked at his watch.
     "We're doing pretty well.  I guess that's about five miles and it's about nine fifteen now.  Come on, don't say anything and see if he makes any comment."
     One of the cars had gone and as we went through from the kitchen we met Willy coming down the stairs.  He greeted us very affably.
     "All's ship shape and Bristol fashion up there.  I saw you coming up the road so the bath is running and breakfast will be on the table in ten minutes."
     We scuttled past him straight into the bathroom and we were in the bath in a trice.  Mike put his finger to his lips.
     "Nothing so far, we'll check the bedroom when we dress," he whispered.
     Oh gosh, it was clear Willy must know something as the bed was neatly made and the towel was over the back of a chair.  The sketchpad was now on the dressing table and was laid out with the binding toward the window.  The drawings of me were lengthwise so he must have seen them.  Mike made a wry face at me and I shrugged my shoulders.  I wasn't particularly worried.  They were very good drawings and I bet Willy wanked.
     Over breakfast Willy told us of the plans for the day and that our Dads could have a rest in the afternoon before the big exercise that night.  Mike said they would need the rest and Willy said he had noticed they looked rather tired as they set off.  We said we would wash up and as he had left our dinner and supper we would be all on our own until the next morning.
     Time went very fast and eating, of course, filled a bit of the space.  Talking, reading, playing Monopoly and a lunch-time wank each, filled the rest.  Mike suggested we might try the whisky after supper but it was a bit sharp so I only had a sip or two whereas he had at least half a glass.  By eight o'clock I was ready for bed and I thought if Mike had any more whisky I would be having a lonely self-imposed wank that night to subdue my ever wanton dong.  He was also willing to go to bed and we were soon side by side in the warm depths of the feather bed.
     After a minute or so of savouring the comfort I turned over and pulled the cover down and gently licked him on the neck just under his chin.  His immediate response was to relax completely and throw his head back.  I licked him again two or three times which made him gasp as well.  Then I gradually tracked my way down his chest and across to each of his nipples which I nipped with my lips before running my tongue round and round.  He gasped even more and his chest heaved.  Pushing the quilt right off us I moved down and licked his stomach feeling the ridges of his muscles under my tongue.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see the tip of his prick which was lying rigid up his belly.  Skirting its length I explored below his navel with my tongue and found just a tiny roughness of hair before the crisp curls round the base of his cock.  As before, I probed his little bollocks and felt how hard they were in their hairy sac.  I closed my mouth over his balls as I'd done the night before and sucked at them hard.  This made him gasp again so I let go and ran my tongue swiftly up his length and took the first couple or so inches into my mouth.
     As I began to lick and suck at his knob his leg muscles went very hard under my pressing down chest.  I reached up and gently tickled his right nipple as I put my other hand down and squeezed his pills.  I glanced up.  His eyes were tight shut and he was breathing very deeply through his open mouth.  After a while he began to gasp and whisper something.  I carried on regardless and made several loud slurping noises as my saliva ran copiously all over his hard dick.  I was just giving his nuts a none too gentle squeeze when he started his orgasm.  His legs jerked and forced his prick right into my mouth.  I held on tight and sucked even harder.  He yelled out something like "Yow, yow, yow, yow!" as his spunk shot out and hit the roof of my mouth.  It was a good job there was no one else in the house to hear him because his responses got even noisier.  After the first four or so spurts and yells I clenched my fist round his balls and squeezed them quite tightly.  He almost screamed out this time and shot again and again bouncing his head and back on the bed.  I swallowed his spunk and took my mouth away from his prick and knelt up looking down on him. I reached down and caught hold of his rod and began to wank him most vigorously.  He tried to get hold of my hand but I held him off.  His cock was iron hard and his hips and thighs were jerking in rhythm with me as I beat his meat.  By now he was calling out almost continuously things like, "No! no!  Don't stop!  No!  Oh please!!"  I quickened my pace and was savouring the salty sweetness of his come left in my mouth when I leaned up to get a better grip on his sticky, wet rod and to see what was happening.
     I grabbed his balls again and, without thinking as I moved my knees to steady myself, gave them an almighty squeeze.  His legs thrashed around and his body arched as he yelled out, 'Jesus, Mary and Joseph!' at the top of his voice...  I wondered for a moment what I'd done to him.   Had I crushed his balls?  Had I hurt him terribly?   Obviously not as, lo and behold, the flood gates opened.  Spunk flew everywhere.  Great gobbets of thick come shot from his now very red knob all up over his chest.  I held his dick very tight as it jerked of its own accord in my fist and finally to a long drawn out "Ahhhhhhhhh....!" from Mike a single drop of spunk flopped onto his stomach.
     I sat up straighter and let go of his balls and prick.  I contemplated him and the results and for a moment I thought I'd met my match!  If half his come had disappeared down my throat he'd produced an immense amount this time, -  much, much more than the other times I'd tossed him off.  A veritable ocean of come!  Come off it, Jacko, I mused, that's a bit much, perhaps a bit of a thunderstorm!  Mike, meanwhile, was lying quite still with his eyes closed.  The major sign of life was his heaving chest and a few residual twitches in his legs.  I put out a hand and drew a lazy circle on his chest spreading drops of come under my fingertips towards his nipples.  As soon as my finger touched his right nipple he gasped again and caught hold of my hand.
     "No more, Jacko, please!" he almost pleaded, "Oh, gosh, just let me get my breath back a minute!"
     A minute?  He lay still for several minutes with his rampant dick stretched up his belly.  There was no sign of that softening.   My rod hadn't softened either during all this and was standing rigidly to attention.  I moved up a bit still kneeling over him and guided his hand up to my dick.  He gripped it very hard but lay there again for some time before he began to slowly toss me off, both of us breathing in and out in tandem.  He knew exactly when I was about to come and pulled down very hard and pointed my dick up in the air.  I leaned back and my spunk soared out and up and dropped down hitting him amidships and there was plenty of it.  Not so thick and creamy as his but loads.
     I leaned back and surveyed his torso. Our combining come streaked his stomach and chest.  I dipped my head and took a few mingled drops on the end of my tongue and stuck my tongue into his mouth.  He licked his lips and smiled at me.
     "Clean me up, Jacko, and then lie beside me."
     I complied with his wish and we were soon lying face to face with arms round each other hugging each other tightly.
     "That was wonderful, Jacko," he whispered.  "Good job no one else was around to hear the noise, eh?  Anyway, where did you learn how to do all that?"
     I assumed he meant sucking him off so I said Matt and he said we were an adventurous pair and he'd already had it done to him like that once before by one of his cousins but it hadn't been as good.  I felt very pleased with myself and stroked his back and very soon we had both drifted off to sleep.
*
     I was dreaming I was in an aeroplane and there was a storm.  I awoke to find Mike standing by the bed with the fire blazing away lighting him up and him shaking me by the shoulder.
     "Come on, you lazy toad, it's half past eight.  Don't you want to go for your run?  It's quite clear this morning."
     I thought back to the night before and wondered if with him shouting out so loud I had squeezed his balls too hard.  I peered over the cover.  He was still in the nude.  I shoved my legs out over the edge and he grabbed my arms and heaved me out and gave me a hearty smack on the backside.
     "Ouch!" I said as his hand stung me.
     "That's for gripping my goolies so hard last night," he said with a grin.
     I moved rapidly round the bed away from him in case I was in for more.  He laughed.
     "Come on, Jacko, I didn't mean to hurt you with that.  Anyway, that was the best ever!  I don't know what you did but it had a great effect, didn't it?  I hope I didn't scare you when I yelled but it hurt at the time."  He laughed again.  "I've had a good look and everything looks OK.  But come on, Willy will be here soon with our breakfast and I've got a plan because of him seeing the drawings.  I'll tell you later but you've got to go running by yourself today and stay out at least an hour."
     An hour!  Running for an hour?  And I'd have to wait for my breakfast.  He saw my look of consternation.
     "Look, you go off, and try to keep out of the way for at least an hour and it'll be all OK, I promise you."
     I started to ask questions but he picked up his jockstrap and pressed it into my hand.
     "Look, shut up, Jacko, do as you are told, borrow this and go for a run and stay out an hour."
     I did as I was bid.  I was going to wear his jockstrap.  His bollocks and prick had nestled in it the day before and mine would be safely held today.  I slipped it on and it wasn't a bad fit.  It was a size smaller than Billy Clarke's so even my knob and knackers didn't feel lost in it.  I quickly got the rest of my kit on and was just opening the back door when Willy arrived.
     "By yourself today?" he asked, "Is Mike OK?"
     I said he was but I was having a lone run this morning and sped off before any more questioning.  I didn't run so fast as usual and did the run up to the other farmhouse first.  As I returned and passed ours there was no sign of life other than smoke rising from the chimneys so I continued down to the village.  I was just about to turn the corner to go down to the back lane when two lads of about my age on bicycles hailed me.
     "Halloa!" said one.
     I stopped and they stopped as well and drew up beside me.
     "We see you been running every day," said the other in a very marked accent. "Why's that?"
     I explained that I was practising for the school run.
     They nodded and told me they would be running over the fell in the spring and then they asked if Mike was my brother.  I said he wasn't and that we were here with our fathers who were at the camp.
     "Ah," said one, "They t'were't t'firing yesterday?  We saw that.  We went t'round fell side and watched."
     By this time I was cooling down so I suggested I ran and they cycled by me.  This was a good idea because it took my mind off having to run further so as to keep out and postpone my breakfast.  They said they were Ken and Ted and we parted on very amicable terms just below the turning up to the farmhouse.  I checked my watch.  Fifty minutes, not too bad.  I opened the back door as quietly as I could and crept upstairs.  Our bedroom door was tightly closed so I went straight to the bathroom.  I stripped off as the water ran and soaked.  I was really ready for that bath and it revived me greatly.  I dried off and then found Mike had thoughtfully put my dressing-gown on the back of the door.   My watch indicated I'd been out of the way for an hour and fifteen minutes.  I then heard our door opening and footsteps going down the stairs.  I cautiously opened the bathroom door and saw Mike at the bedroom door grinning hugely and beckoning me to come along.
     "All's OK," he whispered triumphantly as I passed him and he closed the door behind us. "All's well that ends well!"
     "What happened?" I asked, all agog.
     "Very simple, I asked him if he would like a portrait of himself and I did three.  One for his mum, one he could show his friends and one for him personally."  
     "Like mine?" I asked.
     "Like yours," he said with a crafty look, "And to make him happier I enhanced Willy's willy a little bit.  Just a little, but it's made him very pleased with himself.. ..and me!  And he thinks you're a good young lad too!   Anyway, I found out he's got three brothers, one's about three year's younger than him so he said he knows all about boys and I told him I knew all about girls!"
     "Did you tell him all you knew about girls?" I sniggered.
     "No, no time, anyway I didn't want to draw him with a stiff prick, did I?  Come on, you'd better get dressed quickly or we won't get any breakfast.  I'm going down now but I promise I won't eat everything!"
     He slipped out of the door before I had a chance to give him back his jockstrap and thank him for the loan.  So, I put it back on again and completed dressing in record time with just a short pause to scrape my hair into a presentable shape.
     We ate our breakfast in silence while Willy told us all the happenings of the previous day and that he'd heard our Dads and the others arriving back at the Mess about four in the morning.  All the trials had gone well and they were having a briefing in the afternoon with the bigwigs from the War Office and a big dinner in the Mess in the evening.  He didn't think they would be back tonight after that.  Mike said we didn't mind as we had plenty to keep us occupied as he was going to help me learn my First Aid.  Nothing was said about the drawings but as Willy left he said he'd be back at half five with our supper then patted the front of his battledress and winked at Mike.
     When Willy had gone Mike said as soon as our breakfasts had gone down he would teach me some wrestling moves but he had some school work to get done first.  I missed my piano but settled down to read the St John's book again.  Just before eleven Mike sighed and said he'd had enough for the moment and what was I reading.  I said I was learning the bones of the body.  He laughed and said if he taught me some wrestling we could find out where the bones were.  We decided the bedroom floor was best as it had plenty of sheepskins on it so went upstairs.  We stripped off and, of course, I was still wearing Mike's jockstrap.  He got down to his pants and then looked at me.
     "You unholy tyke!" he spluttered, "You're still wearing it.  Give it here!"
     I evaded his outstretched arm but he soon caught me and I found myself unceremoniously on my face on the floor.  He relented.
     "No, you can keep it on now while I show you what to do," he said letting go of the elastic at the back so it rebounded on my backside, "Here, let's stand up and I'll show you some moves."
     He let go and I wriggled over and stood up facing him.
     "Yeah, I need to be able to deal with Matt and Tom Buchanan," I said, "And Tom says he wants to be able to get his own back and get his brother Duncan down so he keeps asking me to help him."
     "Is that the big Scots lad who's Captain of your Firsts?"
     I nodded, "And Tom is Captain of our team, but I have to help him with his Maths."
     Mike chuckled, "The big one's sport should be tossing the caber, he looks strong enough."
     I chuckled too, a picture of either Duncan or Tom with a telegraph pole amused me.  My sense of humour gave me another thought.
     "Too true, and his brother Tom spends a good deal of his time tossing his caber!"
     Mike grabbed me.  "You have a truly dirty little mind," he guffawed, "But you're funny with it.  Here, I'll do this slowly."
     Over the next half hour I was put through a good number of moves to give me an edge over my opponents.  Mike was good.  His three cousins apparently spent a lot of time wrestling each other over that holiday so he'd learned plenty to make sure he wasn't always beaten.  While we rested we went through the First Aid book and I found all the bones, muscles and pressure points listed on Mike while he did the same to me.  It was a really fun way of learning.
     Although we searched we couldn't find a description in the book of any of the equipment between our legs, which meant we had to make a very careful study of what we both possessed.  Also, although we found a lot about blood and bile there was no description of the spunk we both produced before deciding we'd both had a most worthwhile morning.  Just after we'd tossed each other off we both wanted a slash so went into the lav together and stood side by side.
     "Hey Jacko," he whispered conspiratorially, "D'you know why pee is yellow and spunk is white?"
     I'd finished and stood back and looked down at his cock still producing a steady yellow stream.
     "No, I don't," I said mystified, "What do you mean?"
     He finished and shook his cock delicately before answering.  He came over and whispered in my ear.
     "Tell your Buchanan pals it's to let little Scots boys know whether they're coming or going!"  
     I had a good giggle over that.  Wait until I see Tom!  As we dressed I asked Mike the one about a good wank.  He hadn't heard it!  I caught him on that one and he had a good laugh and said he'd ask Bernie when he saw him next.
     Willy was back at half past five with news and our supper.  Our Dads would definitely be staying over as the mess dinner was to be a grand affair and they were guests of honour having made a great impression according to what the Commanding Officer's batman had told Willy.  Mike celebrated by having a drop of whisky before we went up to bed and we both celebrated by a double firing of our own.

*
     I was awake bright and early and pottered around the room before putting my running kit on.  I thought of filching Mike's jockstrap but thought better of it.  When putting my shirt on I noticed a bit more hair under one arm so had a closer inspection and found a fresh sprouting.  Feeling very pleased I prodded Mike awake and said I was ready.  He rolled rather lethargically out of bed and said his balls ached.  We couldn't see anything and I said it was probably over use and managed to avoid his lunge at me and scooted off downstairs.  While I waited for him to appear I opened up the damper on the Aga and then we were ready for the off.  His balls may have ached but he set a cracking pace but my systematic training stood me in good stead and I was close behind him all the way down the road into the village.
     As we went past the garden of one of the houses we were hailed by my two pals of the previous day also in running gear.  There was a quick introduction to Mike and we set off down a side lane and they led us up a sheltered route onto the fell.  Although they were about my age they were obviously experienced runners and as we were running uphill a bit I felt I was going to find it hard going.  Not to worry, I soon found a second wind and followed quite happily.  This side of the moor was quite clear of snow and we pounded along in silence for quite a time.   When we reached a fork in the path the taller one, Ken, said we'd better make our way back as it was very snowy further on.  We turned back and followed the same path until we reached the lane and then they ran with us up to the other farm and back again down.  They wouldn't come in and said they'd see us the next day.  We said we'd enjoyed their company and Saturday would be our last day.  Gosh, we'd been out a good hour and over breakfast Mike looked at the map and calculated we had done at least six miles.  I said I'd better go straight into the Sixth Form and do their distance.  I was secretly very pleased because I was sure I would have no difficulty with the four and a half miles planned.
     It was a good job Willy had brought a good supply of rations as we both polished off a great plateful each with Willy standing grinning at us all the time.  Willy then went on to tell us more about himself.  We learned he came from Cambridge where his father worked for one of the colleges and he'd been promised a job there when the war was over.  His brothers were also in the Army with the two older ones overseas somewhere.  He still didn't mention the drawings but when he'd tidied up and was leaving I heard him say to Mike his pal had thought the pictures of him were good.  When he'd gone I asked Mike what he'd said, but he said I was nosey, however, in the end said Willy had only shown his pal the respectable ones!  Chicken!
     Mike was in a very good mood and we settled down again to Monopoly and further tales before setting off to the Turner's for lunch.  This was very ample to say the least and young Mrs Turner was very taken with Mike and his tales.  I chatted to old Mr Turner and he was very like Grandpa.  He told me his family had had the farm for well over a hundred years.  We didn't leave until nearly five o'clock having had tea as well and trudged down the lane in the dark.  We had a parcel each of a joint of lamb and had instructions to leave them outside in the meat-safe in the cold overnight.  Willy was already in the kitchen when we arrived back and said our Dads would be back by seven if we didn't mind waiting until then for supper.  I think from the looks on our faces he knew we wouldn't be able to eat anything until at least then!
     Our Dads arrived just on seven and we were intrigued to hear of all their goings-on.  The War Office big-wigs were over the moon apparently with the results and were even more pleased when they had come up with a solution to some further problem.  They were also pleased with the news of the meat to take home and plans were drawn up to leave at eleven next morning.  We left them to finish the bottle of whisky and sloped off to bed at half past eight.
     The running, the meals, or whatever must have had a very good effect.  By the time we were ready to drop off to sleep we'd both come three times, luckily without Mike shouting his head off even when I sucked at his cock for his second.  I didn't shout either when he did it to me, just moaned softly with pleasure.
*
     The two lads were waiting when we got to the same house in the morning and we did the same run, this time five minutes quicker!  We waved them goodbye when we reached the farmhouse because they wouldn't come in and we said we hoped to see them again.  Bath, breakfast and frenzied packing followed with a last minute retrieval of the joints from the meat-safe.  Willy had already got the Rover out of the barn and we waved him goodbye with all good wishes for the future.
     The journey home was long and mainly uneventful.  I squeezed Mike's leg when the approach of Catterick Camp was announced.  He, unsportingly, put his hand under the rug covering us and squeezed my bollocks.  Watch out, Mike, vengeance will be mine!