CHAPTER 20
It was cold and a bit slippery when I set out next morning for my run. I was most amazed when Tom appeared as soon as I reached their gate.
"Come on," he said jovially, "Race you to the park!"
He immediately slowed down as he nearly went arse over tit, as he put it, and we proceeded at a much more sedate pace which gave him the opportunity to tell me all his news. I found out Duncan had brought back a great collection of cigarette cards, old books and other highly desirable items and that the funeral had been a truly dismal affair. Duncan had also been most amused by the cock-kissing episode and thought we were very enterprising and brave! With the chatting we didn't realise it but we ended up turning off and taking a much longer route home. I was certainly ready for breakfast!
The numbers in class were still depleted, just the nine who had been there on Friday. Matt wanted to know what I'd done over the weekend but I just said I'd tell him later. Later had to wait until Wednesday when he and the others came for the French Circle. Tony announced we had all been invited to Ulvescott Manor for Easter weekend. I had to decline the invitation as I was going to the O'Brien wedding and Matt said he couldn't go as his Dad was coming down from Scotland on Easter Saturday for the weekend. Tony looked a bit annoyed at the disruption of his plans but said he would sort it all out with Aunt Mary. No doubt we could go after the weekend as he and Roo could stay on. We nodded agreement and he said he would organise it. Tony the boss was on form!
After Ma had finished Tony and Roo had to hurry off to go to Scouts but Matt stayed on. While we waited for food we chatted but I didn't tell him all that happened with Tom though I did show him the third drawing done by Mike. I'd put the first two up with the others and Matt had seen them the previous week but I'd got the third one out before I went to school that morning and secreted it in my bottom drawer. Matt was most impressed and said he wished he could have a drawing done like that and wanted to know when Mike did it. Of course, I had to tell him all about Mike and me and some of our adventures. He said it wasn't fair as I'd found out all about my third musketeer. Poor old Matt, he really had a thing about Duncan and he seemed quite wistful because I'd been away with Mike. To cheer him up I suggested he should come for a run each morning as Duncan had said he would start in earnest this week. He hadn't so far - but I expected he would - and Matt needed some practice! He brightened up at that suggestion and said he would. In any case, we arranged that I should go round to his house the next day to do homework.
*
Surprise, surprise! Matt appeared at our back door before seven thirty on Thursday morning. I was only just getting into my kit when Ma called up the stairs to hurry me up. I thought she meant Tom was there and wondered what had got him out of bed so early. Another surprise, he was ready and waiting when we arrived at No. 22. We set off and said we would start with a circuit of the park and if Matt carried on there we would go off and come back to pick him up later. He was much slower than us, our practice must be working! A further surprise when we entered the park again was that Duncan was running round beside Matt! We left Duncan and ran back to Matt's with him. He was in his seventh heaven, he'd run with Duncan!! Of course, Tom and I then had to run back which meant we had done much more than our usual distance. We decided we would run to Matt's first in future and then do a route from there!
I'd just got to school that morning when it started to pour with rain. It continued all morning and Games that afternoon were cancelled. We spent the afternoon in the library where whispered intelligence informed us that Henry Gale had been absent himself all week so hadn't been at the Cadet parade either on Monday or yesterday. Ill, or keeping out of the way? We got all our homework done but I still cycled home with Matt. He said he was stiff as hell after the run so he was glad we hadn't had Games. We soon got rid of some localised stiffness, though, and spent an hour revising our First Aid. We wondered if Benno was getting better as he hadn't been either to school or St John's.
**
The next couple of weeks were rather mixed. Numbers fluctuated in the class as some returned and others succumbed. Only Matt, Tony, Cleggy and I continued manfully throughout and the only reward we got was the injunction to help those who returned with the work they had missed!
Tom, Matt and I ran every day and Duncan joined us most days. Even though Matt hadn't been running as much as us he was determined and by the day before the School Run was catching up fast. But, there was even greater excitement for him.
On the Friday before the Run the Head Beak announced at assembly that a representative team from our school and the Catholic school would be playing Fensham School on Maundy Thursday and by kind permission of the Abbot would be staying there two nights. He said our school would be providing Buchanan, Collins, Clarke and Symes from the Sixth Form, Collins, Hobbs, Walker and Payne from the Fifth Year with Ward and Wells from the Fourth Year as touch judges and reserves. This caused quite a stir and there was quite a ripple of excitement among the Fourth and Fifth Years. I was standing next to Matt as the announcement sunk in and he turned a deep red and stared straight ahead. Of course, there was much praise for him being chosen, even as a touch judge, but more importantly as a reserve, when we left the Hall. I wondered why Tom hadn't been chosen but he didn't seem too worried about it when we met up for our run on Saturday and he didn't mention it when we met again that afternoon to deal with his homework.
When I arrived he was alone and chuckling to himself. He was also holding a thick book which was unusual for him to do voluntarily as it was obviously not a school book.
"Hey, Jacko, come on up," he said as he opened the door to my knock, "You must have a look at this!"
This proved to be one of the books Duncan had brought back from Scotland. I glanced at the spine as he handed to me, still with his finger stuck in the pages. It was a volume of poems by Robert Burns.
"What have I got to read?" I asked, puzzled.
"Look, here, dirty sod!" he pointed at the opened page.
I peered down at the old print and read out,
"'I sit and count my sins by chapters;
For life and spunk like ither Christians,'."
He subsided into giggles and swiftly took the book and thumbed through.
"And here!" he commanded.
I peered again and followed his finger down the page to where it stopped and read again,
"'With an air that showed a man of spunk'."
He was quite beside himself as he looked down at the page.
"I haven't read about anyone tossing themselves off in a book before," he said delightedly, "That first one counts them up 'cos they're sins like Ginge says, doesn't he?"
I was grinning hugely myself because, at least, I had read the word in a dictionary and knew it's ordinary meanings. Should I let on? No, I thought I would lead Tom on a bit.
"Of course they must have tossed off in those days!" I said emphatically, "What about Onan in the Bible?"
"Who's that?" Tom demanded. Then he grinned. "Oh, yeah, I know! He spilled his seed on the ground didn't he? Yeah, of course he must have tossed himself off and it's in the Bible! I'd forgotten that!"
He peered down at the book again.
"I'll have to show Duncan this. He's always on about Burns and his poetry and all he does is write about tossing off!"
"Only two lines in a thick book like that?" I countered.
"Doesn't matter," said Tom decisively, "He's still saying he beats his meat a lot."
"So you're a man of spunk as well, are you Tom?" I asked slyly.
He made an abortive grab at me and grinned back.
"Yeah, I s'pose so. You are anyway. Perhaps not so much a man yet, but a boy of spunk!" he concluded triumphantly.
Silly clot, I thought. Better let him off the hook.
"Have you looked it up in the dictionary?" I asked, nonchalantly.
"Wouldn't be in there, it's rude!" he retorted.
"I suggest you have a look."
He eyed me quizzically and went out of the room and returned a few moments later with a large, thick dictionary. He quickly turned the pages, mouthing out the alphabet as he went along.
"Gosh!" he said with an tone of amazement, "Here it is! Oh, hell, all it says it's tinder or a spark, or it's plucky. Nothing about tossing off!"
I laughed, "Do you feel plucky now?"
He made as if to throw the book at me but dropped it on his bed and advanced on me rapidly. Next thing I found myself upturned like the book with my flies open and a heavy hand groping for my cock. I was just about to retaliate in some way when we heard the back door open and shut noisily. Tom leapt up and I scrabbled around to do my flies up. Heavy footsteps came up the stairs.
"It's Duncan," whispered Tom unnecessarily.
We crept over to his desk and settled down to work. Silence reigned for a few minutes then the heavy footsteps were heard again and the door was flung open.
"You misbegotten little toad," roared Duncan, "What have you been doing in my room and where's my dictionary?"
Tom turned to face Duncan with a quite innocent look on his face.
"I only looked for some socks for Church Parade tomorrow and had a look at that pile of things you brought back from Great-Uncle Robert's funeral. And your dictionary's there." He pointed to the volume on the bed.
Duncan strode to the bed and picked up the book and grinned at me - the first acknowledgement I was in the room.
"Tom, wanting a dictionary? There's only one word beginning with dick he's interested in, eh, Tom?"
Tom flushed bright red. I was rather amazed Duncan would refer to Tom's major interest so openly. I thought I would add to his confusion.
"He only wanted it to check on a word in that book by Burns," I said calmly. "He's quite interested in Scottish poetry now and he must have read it thoroughly to find it."
Tom muttered something between clenched teeth and I didn't relish what might happen to me later but I carried on.
"He was rather perturbed about the rude nature of some of Burns's phrases," I said, trying to keep a straight face as I reached over and turned the still open book over. I pointed at the first page Tom had shown me. "These lines here."
Tom made a grab for the book but Duncan was quicker.
"Where?" he demanded, "What lines?"
"About a third of the way down. But I explained to him there were other meanings so he wanted to check in your dictionary."
Duncan quickly spotted the lines and let out a roar of laughter.
"Oh, Tom!" he managed to get out between guffaws, "You are priceless!"
Tom put on a woebegone look.
"I didn't know. I've only heard it for... ...you know what. And stop taking the mickey - just because you and Jacko are so clever. All the boys in my form just say that for... ...when they do it...," he finished lamely.
Duncan went over to Tom and put a brotherly hand on his shoulder.
"Now, Tom, for goodness sake cheer up. We're only pulling your leg. Jacko's the best pal you could have..." he paused in this eulogy of me, "...even if he knows more meanings than you, and one of those rather suspect!" He grinned again. "At least you've looked at a book without any bidding."
He picked up the dictionary and went out with a wave to me as he did so. As soon as the door closed Tom rounded on me.
"You scheming bastard," he snarled, "You did that deliberately to make me look a fool! I'll pull your sodding bollocks off for that!"
He stood up but he couldn't keep a straight face either and was soon convulsed in laughter.
"I don't know how you do it, Jacko. You say things to Dunc so straight out - like that time you started to tell us about that Scout camp Tony Marcham went to. Dunc wanted to hear all about it and asked me if you'd told me more."
I had composed myself after expecting a physical onslaught.
"I did tell you more later."
"And I told Duncan. He said he wasn't surprised 'cause Jim Chater was always at it." He grinned hugely, "Duncan said he was known as 'Spunk-Dust Jim' in the Sixth Form and I bet that's not in the dictionary.'
I had to agree and mentally added another new term to my personal dictionary! The problem now was no matter how horny we felt there was no way we could indulge in case Dunc the Spunk - oh dear, I'd better not say that to Tom, at least not yet! - came in. We buckled down to the homework and I was surprised that Tom managed to do so well. My coaching was having an effect! We heard his Mum come home and I had some tea with them, much amused by the little grin which played at the corners of Dunc's mouth as he eyed his brother. That night in bed I thought of Tom's horny hand on my dick and wondered if Tom and Dunc were also adding to the supply of spunk-dust just like me.
*
Tom was ready and waiting on Sunday morning and he said we should have a long run today and do our ordinary runs on Monday and Tuesday before the Run on Wednesday. We set off and ran into the park and had done two circuits when Matt came puffing up. We did two more circuits then, just as we were leaving the park, Dunc ran up. He said he was going to do a long run as well and hared off in the opposite direction leaving a rather forlorn looking Matt. We cheered him up by running all the way back to his house and then circled back and approached my house from the other way. As we got to the gate I said to Tom he might as well come and see if Ma had enough porridge for him. We collapsed dramatically over the back doorstep. Ma pointed upstairs so we went up and had a bath. Before I'd got the taps running fully Tom had stripped off and, as I turned, leaned back to display an enormous, for him, stiffy. My kit was off in seconds and consecutive bursts of come splashed into the rising water in the next minute or so as we tossed off with tremendous speed side by side. Christ, that run had made us both randy as hell!
Ma had made triple helpings of porridge and we certainly needed it. I made it a triple for the day that night as well!
*
A few more had trickled back to school on Monday morning and there were plenty of sick notes asking to be excused from the run on Wednesday. Huggy put on a sour face and suggested those who were unfit in body had better improve the fitness of their minds with plenty of healthful mental exercise. After that it was sour looks all round as he piled on the homework for everyone. What with my piano lesson, St John's and Huggy's homework I only had energy for one burst of physical exercise.
*
I slept very soundly and was awakened by Ma banging on my door saying Tom was already down below waiting. I scurried around and ended up having to rush off downstairs without any pants under my shorts as I couldn't find where I had flung them the night before! It was damp and cold so no fear of anything dangling too low - boastful me!
Mike had already arrived when I got home after school and was waiting on the back porch.
"Our Head Beak said there's a combined team going to play Fensham next week. Are you in it?" I asked him as I unlocked the door and preceded him in.
"Yep, I am, and there's Bernie Doyle and Jamey Gould and a few others of our lot," he replied.
"Matt's been chosen as touch judge and reserve and Billy Clarke and Andy Symes are in as well," I added impishly.
"Oh, bejasus, that pair of hairy bastards!" he said with feeling, "I'd better mind myself hadn't I!"
"But you'll be in the same team!"
"Doesn't matter, if what you told me's true they'll be after my blood!"
"Or something else, if I remember what Billy said!" I said laughing.
"It's no laughing matter, young Jacko, with that pair of desperadoes! But I'll survive, no doubt."
"Better say two lots of prayers before you start!"
He took a friendly swipe at me.
"They'll need my prayers if they do anything!" he laughed and sat down. "But, I've got things to tell you. When I get back I'm moving in here!"
He grinned at my puzzled look.
"Oh, don't be too worried. It's only for a couple of days because there are so many of the family coming to the wedding I'm being chucked out of my room and your Mum said I could have the spare room here."
He was just telling me this when Ma arrived with the news that as well as Mike's Great-Aunt and Uncle another old relative would be staying so he would have to share with me! I said I wouldn't mind as long as he didn't snore as loud as he had up at the farmhouse. He eyed me and I knew I would be dealt with in some way when he got the chance. Anyway, Ma went on chatting to him so I went off to my room and sat and ruminated about what I'd heard that day. Of course, the news that Mike would be staying over Easter weekend put me in a great quandary later that night as I'd resolved I wouldn't have a wank before the Run but thinking about it gave me a raging hard-on. My resolve won!
*
However, I woke in the morning with clear evidence of a massive wet dream. Bloody Hell! I might as well have enjoyed a good wank and sod the consequences!
We'd all decided not to have a run that morning so I lazed over breakfast and Ma wished me luck as I set off for school.
Most people were rather subdued during the morning and even more so while we were changing after lunch in readiness for the great event. Even Cleggy kept his mouth shut while Rabbity was instructing us about the procedure. The starts were staggered with the Sixth-Form setting off at two o'clock, then the Fifth-Formers fifteen minutes later with us at half-past. Tom, Matt and I stood together in the line-up and as soon as Rabbity blew his whistle Tom hared off. I glanced at Matt who grimaced and we set off at a steadier pace but soon found ourselves well ahead of the rest. In fact, it wasn't long before we caught Tom up as he was muttering about getting a stitch already. After a quarter of an hour we three had lost the others in our Year and it wasn't long before we were in striking distance of some of the Fifth Form stragglers. I thought I would press the pace a bit as I was well into my second wind so I upped my stride and left the other two. I could hear them plodding along behind me and gradually Tom began to catch me up. I passed a couple of the Fifth Formers who were looking decidedly green, then some more and quite suddenly realised I was almost there. Glory Be! I beat Tom over the finishing line, with Matt coming in third. Not only that, all three of us had beaten the previous record for the Fourth-Form Run! This cheered Tom up as he had looked a bit glum at first because Duncan had already won the Sixth-Form Run.
Ma and Pa were highly delighted when I told them and I got five bob for the effort from Pa. I celebrated that night properly and had a very satisfying conclusion to a momentous day!
*
The Head Beak announced the results at assembly next day and some suppressed merriment was caused by the order of the first six in our Year as we three were followed by Carter, Masters, Bates. The H-B obviously didn't cotton on but beamed down benevolently and said the cups and medals would be awarded on the last day of term by the Chairman of Governors and all the runners and winners should be given a round of applause now.
Poor old Ned. There were several references to his habits during the day as the H-B had announced he did it! I heard him tell Johnny Wills he would deprive him of his capabilities if he keep on about it which didn't prevent him cycling off with Johnny after school!
*
Nobbo asked me on Friday afternoon if I would like to go to the flicks with him on Saturday. Why not! We all had end of term fever even if the beaks were piling on the homework agony. The other attraction was the prospect of the tea promised afterwards!
*
Saturday morning I rolled out of bed and without thinking got kitted up ready for a run. I was halfway down the stairs before I remembered the run had come and gone. I carried on regardless and did the usual route and passed Duncan delivering papers on the way. He, very rudely, waggled a finger against his temple as if I was daft but I ignored him and ran on. Ma, of course, wanted to know what had come into me but I just said I'd got into the habit of running and I quite liked it. She unkindly reminded me that I had my piano exam on Thursday so a few runs up and down the keyboard might be a good idea. So, French over breakfast, two hours on the piano, a rest, German over lunch and escape to Nobbo's and a funny film.
Nobbo had a coughing fit as we came out of the smoke-filled darkness. I'd noticed three of the Fifth Years sitting together some way in front of us and they had been smoking quite openly so I supposed they must have been sixteen.
"Phew," gasped Nobbo after calming down, "I can't see why people smoke! I bet the people at the back can't see the screen! Billy says he's not going to start and I didn't like it when I tried one when I was at Junior School."
I'd never had the urge to start either. Years before I had shared a surreptitious fag with Tony in the potting shed at the end of his garden and we'd both promptly choked and vowed never again. I suppose I had got use to Pa's pipe which was continually in his mouth but there were never cigarettes in the house to tempt me.
"Me neither, horrible habit," I said emphatically, "My Dad smokes a pipe and I don't mind the smell of that, but I don't want to start that 'cause you ought to see the horrible muck he gets out of it!"
He nudged me in the ribs. "Not all habits are horrible, though, are they!" he snickered. "Anyway, did you see who was in the back row when we came out?"
I shook my head.
"Only Henry Gale and some girl! Wait until I tell Billy!" Nobbo said conspiratorially, "He says Henry's still annoyed over what we did to him and the others but he can't do anything without making himself more of a fool than he is!"
"What about Billy? Is he annoyed?"
"No," laughed Nobbo, "He thought it was ever so funny and he wishes he could have seen it! It's only Henry and Rankin who got annoyed and they're both leaving next term anyway as soon as exams are over."
"You say you saw Gale in there," I said, nodding in the direction we had just come.
"Yep, he was in the back row with some girl from the High School. Billy says they're all whores and he wouldn't touch one with a barge-pole!"
Crumbs, what did he mean? I would have to enquire. But I had information to impart.
"I heard Henry Gale was shagging some woman regular every Friday."
This stopped Nobbo in his tracks.
"Go on, where did you hear that?" he asked with amazement.
"Tom Buchanan told me his brother said he got it when he delivered her meat from his father's shop."
Nobbo guffawed, "I like that, but Billy hasn't told me that!"
"He must know, 'cos Tom said he's been going there for two years."
"Where?" demanded Nobbo.
My turn to laugh and turn the knife.
"No use you applying for the job, I've got my name down for it already!"
"Liar," riposted Nobbo, "I don't believe you!"
"Tom has too, and Roo and Andy Symes," I lied expansively, "We're all getting a turn in June after Gale goes in the Army and she can have her choice."
Nobbo was really wound-up now.
"You're too young," he retorted.
"Gale was only in the Fifth-Year when he started and we'll all be there after next term... Oh, except Andy Symes 'cos he'll be in the Second Year Sixth!"
Nobbo gripped my arm.
"You're having me on, Jacko, aren't you?"
"Truth, Nobbo!" I lied again, "When I fetched our rations last week I told Mr Gale I was ready and willing to be a delivery boy and he said I could join the queue and winked."
"I don't believe you!" was Nobbo's suspicious response.
"Wait and see!" was my specious response.
We continued walking in silence with Nobbo ruminating over my story.
"Why don't you go down and see Mr Gale?" I asked, stirring it up again.
"No, I don't fancy it," he said, lost in thought.
"You don't fancy having a shag!" I said emphatically.
This brought him out of his reverie.
"No, I don't want to be a delivery boy!" was his curt response. "Not for meat anyway."
"Tom says you get your rations for delivering the rations," I continued, grinning to myself. "Think of that!"
Nobbo turned on me. "You wouldn't know what to do," he said sneeringly, "You're only fourteen!"
"So are you. You're younger than me, anyway," I retorted, "But we won't be for long, eh, Nobbo!" I punched him playfully on the arm. "Then we'll be fifteen and ready for anything!"
He turned and grinned at me. "You're ready for anything now, aren't you?"
I nodded vigorously in response to that and we continued walking in silence. We reached Nobbo's road just as Billy was coming out of their front door and walking towards us. He smiled broadly when he saw us.
"Enjoyed yourselves, you two, eh?" he asked cheerfully, "Can't stop, got to see a man about a dog!"
He didn't wait for a reply but sauntered off down the road in the direction we had come and disappeared in the gloom.
"I wonder where he's off to?" mused Nobbo.
"Seems cheerful enough. Perhaps he's got a date with one of those whores you saw Henry Gale with!"
Nobbo shot me a sharp glance, "I don't think so. He can't be bothered, he says, too much trouble, but he does go somewhere."
That was obvious, he was going out, somewhere! But where?
No one was in at Nobbo's. He said his Mum was on duty until ten but there was some tea in the pantry. We sat by the fire and ate up the food and drank tea and then went up to Nobbo and Billy's room. There was a pile of discarded clothing on the floor. Billy had changed before going out and left it where he dropped it all. I sat on the bottom bunk as Nobbo began picking things up and opened the wardrobe to deposit the debris inside.
"Here!" he commanded, "Don't tell Billy if I show you this."
He fumbled at the floor of the wardrobe and up came a piece of wood. From under this he drew out a notebook.
"It's Billy's diary," he explained, "Have a look."
I could make nothing of it. It seemed a meaningless jumble of letters and numbers.
"I've worked most of it out," confided Nobbo, "He moves letters along but I sorted it out 'cause there's always more E's. Look, that word's `Easter' 'cause there's two W's and that K's an S."
I stared at the page as he pointed again and continued. "And those two are `Paul Wright'. I guessed that as they are in there lots of times and it helped with ten of the letters."
He grinned up at me.
"Do you know what it say's there? It's three years ago."
I shook my head.
"It says Paul Wright's got a bigger thing than him."
He turned over a good few pages.
"He changed the code in between but this is last year and it says here he's beaten Paul Wright. Look, he says his is six and a half and Paul Wright is six and a quarter."
Gosh, I still had some way to go.
"What does he say about you?" I asked goadingly.
"He knows I've looked at it." He flipped over a couple of pages. "He says here `Nobbo is a nosey little sod and will get a good hiding if I catch him reading this'." He snickered, "But he hasn't caught me, though he knows, but there's some bits I can't get, especially since Christmas."
He turned to the last page of entries and I peered at the array of meaningless gibberish.
"If I could read that I would know where he goes at the weekends. He's always out now and I have to promise not to tell Mum."
He closed the book and slid it back under the false floor.
"How big's yours then, Nobbo? Is that in there?"
He straightened up and grinned down at me.
"Want to find out, eh?"
His hand went to his flies and a short length of cock was soon peeping out. As I watched he fully undid his trousers and dropped them and his pants to his ankles. He held his shirt and pullover up. The thin snake uncoiled and rose.
I giggled. "It's like the Indian rope trick, isn't it?"
He laughed and wriggled his hips.
"Your turn!"
I let my trousers and pants drop and gave him a full view of my tool. It too reared up of its own accord. As it ascended I pulled my shirt and pullover over my head and kicked off my shoes. My trousers and pants then formed a little pile on the floor as I stood bollock naked except for my socks and wristwatch! Nobbo watched and then copied me. He turned and went over to the desk by the window and picked up a wooden ruler. I knew mine had been five and a quarter on the Second of March. Today was April Fool's Day! Nobbo put the ruler against the side of my rigid tool and slipped his thumb down until the nail just touched my knob end.
"Gosh, Jacko, your rod's five and a half inches! Look!"
Hooray, I was growing fast! Half an inch in a month!
I took the ruler from him and laid it alongside his pole.
I squinted down at where my thumbnail was. Five and a quarter exactly.
"Your's is five and a quarter," I said, trying not to sound triumphant, "But I am two days older than you!"
"It's a lot longer than it was at Christmas, though, it was only four and a half then. But I'm growing taller fast. Ma says it's a good job I can have Billy's hand-me-downs."
I had noticed as we walked back from the cinema that Nobbo was now taller than me.
"Look," he said, pointing at some pencil marks on the wall by the closed door. "I've grown four inches since Christmas."
I went over and stood by the marks. Nobbo followed me.
"You're an inch shorter than me now."
He put a finger on the wall. I turned and looked. It was true. The highest pencil mark was some way up. He saw me gaze upwards.
"That's Billy's mark, he's five foot ten and half. I'm going to beat that. Look there's Billy when he was fifteen."
He pointed at a mark somewhat below my present height. Perhaps I would beat him too!
"And I've got more hair, that's growing too."
He lifted an arm and displayed a few straggly sprouts. I raised an arm and peeked at my growth.
"Same as me," I said, noting with pride that the minimal amount visible at half term had now lengthened and increased in area. "You should see Matt, though, he's got masses of hair under his arms."
"I know, I saw that in the showers after the run. But I'm as tall as he is now and I'm a whole year younger!"
I glanced down at his little bush above his cock. There again, there was little difference in our amount of foliage. Mine was a bit darker than his, but, I was again aware that I had more than even a month ago.
"We've got the same hair down there," I said pointing.
He peered down and nodded after making the comparison.
"But what about this?" he asked, gripping his cock and rubbing it up and down a couple of times. "Every day?"
I nodded. "Definitely," I said emphatically.
"Me too," he responded, bending down and drawing out a towel from under the bottom bunk.
As he did this I had a full view of his arse and the pinkness of his hole. I wondered if he and Billy...? He straightened up and dropped the towel on the floor.
"You're first, as you're the guest."
He slipped behind me and ringed my cock with finger and thumb and drew down my foreskin. It now slid easily back over my knob. He wanked me slowly and I was soon ready to come. He might be taller than me now but I hoped I could still beat him in amount of spunk. My pearly stream arched up and splashed down just short of the further edge of the towel. I put my hand on his to stop him carrying on.
"Your cock's thicker than when I did it to you before," he whispered in my ear.
Compliments, compliments. We'd better see now. We exchanged places and Nobbo's steely young pole unfurled it's skin as mine had and soon an almost identical spurt of spunk shot from his knob end accompanied by much deep breathing and clenching of buttocks. Not quite identical, in fact, quite a bit less. He might be taller but I shot more and further! In silence we dressed again and Nobbo rolled up the towel and put it under the bedding on the bottom bunk.
"Billy'll need it tonight, I expect," he murmured in explanation.
We chatted on for some time and he told me they had a big rehearsal the next day for a special Easter Sunday church parade and an Easter Monday gathering and he was now the second side-drummer. I also learned he and Cleggy were going to read through all Dr Clegg's medical books so they would know more about being doctors.
I had to rush to get home in time for supper and Pa wanted to know what the film was like. I had to rack my brains to remember some of the story as the subsequent events were of much more interest to me. In fact, if Billy was expected to need his towel that night I most certainly needed mine!
*
Ma said if I expected to do well at Grade Six I had better practice hard. I spent the morning going over all the pieces several times and fairly wore my fingers down with the scales and arpeggios. Before lunch I had a rest and wore my cock down a bit with a refreshing wank. What with piano and homework boredom set in for the rest of the day and I had to relieve it twice more before I went to bed. Then in bed I remembered that Cleggy and Roo were competing to see who would be first to toss off all the boys in the class. I mentally went through my list and realised my tally was seventeen so far and ten of those were in our Form. Of course, I had to count myself as one extra to that so I only had six to go myself. Thinking about it meant I had to have my fourth for the day. Oh, crumbs, I mustn't forget to get my diary up to date!
*
There were only two absentees in our lot when we filed into our row at assembly in the morning. The Head Beak went on for ages about the final assembly on Wednesday when the Chairman of the Governors would be there and all recipients of cups and medals would need to be neat and tidy. I nudged Matt and whispered that he'd better wash behind his ears. He blushed and I got a baleful stare from Huggy who heard me talking.
Huggy bore down on me as soon as he had read the register and I was made to answer many more questions than usual. The old bat kept pointing at me whenever a difficult one came up but I managed to give him a satisfactory answer every time. The rest of the day was mainly spent with the beaks getting missed work thrust at the poor sods who had been ill. Matt said Benno had asked him to go over some of Campion's Geography with him and they were going to do it before St. John's that evening. Some people were getting desperate!
I was very pleased when Mrs Tring said I would probably do well in the piano exam. We spent more than my allotted time on the pieces so I had to cycle very fast to get to Matt's to go to St. John's. He and Benno were waiting for me complaining we would be late. We weren't - we were just on time! Pat Halloran's father announced that there wouldn't be a meeting next week as it was Easter Monday but there would be a meeting for new members only 
on the next Monday to take their exams! That was for us and if we passed we would get our uniforms!!
Of course, Matt was in a tizzy as we cycled back to his house. Would he pass? What would happen if he didn't? I said he would pass because we would work on the book while we were at Ulvescott and we could practice bandaging up Roo and Tony. With all this I never found out how he had got on with Benno and his missed work, or anything else. Oh, gosh, I didn't miss out anything that night, though!
*
Not much work got done on Tuesday and the end of school bell went early. I bumped into Tom as I ambled round to the bike sheds and we cycled home together. He was bubbling over with something to tell me but said as we were early I had to go home with him and he would tell me there. He wouldn't be drawn on what it was but as soon as we were in his bedroom he started all excitedly.
"Hey, you know the team that's going to Fensham?"
I nodded. "Yeah, your brother and Matt and all the others. I know! And Matt said he had to go to a meeting after school this afternoon about the trip to see if everyone had proper kit."
"Yeah that's right and Dunc's going to tell them about sharing rooms. And that's what I was going to tell you 'cos Dunc said there was nearly a fight yesterday."
"What d'you mean, a fight?"
He beamed at me, "Billy Clarke and Andy Symes were arguing. Guess what about?"
"What? I don't know. Tell me!"
"Well, they both wanted to share with Matt. You know, the Sixth Formers are sharing two to a room."
"But Matt's not in the Sixth Form."
"No, but both of them wanted him to share with them so they were just about to fight over it when Dunc said he would share with Matt!"
Ho, ho. So Matt would be with his musketeer! But, I bet I knew why the other two wanted to be with him!!
"Matt with Dunc?" I said, "Gosh, Matt'll think that's marvellous."
"Yeah, but that quietened those two down and then do you know what Dunc did?"
Of course I didn't know! Conversation with Tom was a bit exasperating at times!!
"No! What did he do? Tell me!"
"Oh, he told them that Billy and Andy would be sharing with two of the Catholics. Your friend the ginger one?...," he paused questioningly.
"Mike?"
"...Yeah, that's him. Well, he and Billy are to share and Andy Symes is to share with someone called Doyle."
"That's one of Mike's pals Bernard Doyle," I said authoritatively. Then I laughed as a thought struck me. Bernie and Mike were the two who'd tackled Billy in the match when he got kicked and scratched. Perhaps they would have a fight! I reminded Tom of the encounter with Billy when Nobbo had treated his wounds and he wanted a full run down of that whole afternoon's doings. I kept to straightforward details knowing Mike would be arriving for his lesson with Pa but even these were sufficient to set off randy Tom who was feeling his own erection through his trousers within a minute or so. We were soon feeling each others erections outside our trousers as I finished the story and Tom off together. He then beat me off and our spunk mingled on his inside-out rugby shirt on the floor much to our mutual amusement.
Mike arrived just after I got home. He was in a very good mood and, as usual, "Hi Jacko, any tea?" was his opening request as he came in the back door.
I went over to the stove where I'd put the kettle to boil and he continued about the impending visit to Fensham without waiting for an answer.
"I've just had a note from Duncan Buchanan about the trip to Fensham. Guess what, he says I'm being billeted, as he put it, with Billy Clarke!"
I told him I'd heard the news just now from Tom Buchanan and then gave him a run down of the aborted Sixth Form Room fracas. He laughed like a drain.
"So I've got poor old Billy and Matt's got his musketeer!" his eyes twinkled, "You said he was after me because he got hurt?" I nodded. "So, I've to watch my step but I think I can give the old goat a run around!" he said chortling away. He sipped his tea then looked at me through half-closed eyes. "Your pal Matt seems very popular, though."
"Yeah, he'll be as pleased as anything when he hears he's in with Duncan. But he gets on well with Billy and Andy Symes. He likes them both."
As we sat and drank our tea I related what Matt had told me about the previous summer. Mike punctuated it with little giggles. I had just finished my narration when we heard Ma and Pa coming round the drive at the side of the house.
"I'll keep you well informed of all that transpires!" said Mike with a wink as the back door opened.
*
Ma inspected me thoroughly before I left to go to school on Wednesday for the presentation. The Chairman of the Governors was some old Colonel who wittered on about how one should have a healthy mind in a sound body, which caused a slight titter from one of the Fifth Form standing behind me. But then the old buffer finished by saying he was pleased not only to hand the cups and medals to those determined young men who had won but wanted to praise all the lads who'd shown they had a bit of spunk in them by running such gruelling races. I nearly burst out laughing but luckily contained myself, along with everyone else, because there was absolute silence. I cast a surreptitious eye at Matt who was standing next to me but he seemed oblivious to what the old boy had said. I supposed he was just concentrating on what he had to do when called up for his medal. By this time the Head Beak was announcing the names of the winners for the three races and after Duncan Buchanan and Richard Collins my name, Jacques Thomson, was called. We were each presented with a cup to keep for one year and a medal to keep for ever. I glanced down at the side of the cup and there was my name already engraved on it! By the time the old boy had handed out the medals to the other five in each year and shaken hands with everyone the whole Hall was murmuring. When he then called for an extra day's holiday and three cheers the rafters rang! The Head Beak quickly finished the proceedings after that and hustled him off the stage. I managed to catch Tom up in the corridor and nudged him in the back with the cup.
"Did you have a gruelling race last night, Tom?" I whispered.
He sniggered. "Dirty sod! You and him. Fancy him saying that! Did you see Huggy's face?"
"No, I didn't and no one laughed!"
"I nearly did! See you later! Got to rush!"
He hurried off grinning hugely and I went along to our Form room which was a real hubbub of giggles and laughter.
"Here comes our chief spunk maker," called out Dave Morgan as I entered the room.
"And he's got a cup to catch it in!" someone else added to much merriment.
I held the cup aloft. "Any contributions?" I asked, waving it to gales of guffaws.
I'd just reached my seat when all quietened down suddenly as Huggy swept in.
"Quiet! You unseemly rabble!" he bellowed as he lowered himself into the chair behind his desk. "It is the last day of term but I do not wish to have the sounds of your youthful voices ringing in my ears as I begin three weeks of well earned rest."
He scanned the room and, as ever in his presence, not a soul stirred.
"Some of you have well-earned laurels," he continued more quietly. "Jacko, Matthew, Edward and James, congratulations on obtaining the victors' crowns. The rest who ran, congratulations too!"
We relaxed, Huggy in a mood like this was heaven. Matt was peering at his medal. His hand went up. Huggy looked his way.
"Please sir, who was Richard Lane?"
"My dear boy, he was even before my time. I think the poor fellow died in about 1910 in India and his parents gave the cups and some money for the medals at the end of the last War."
I looked at the engraved names on the side of the cup and put my hand up.
"Please sir, the first one on the cup is R Carter, 1920," I said.
"Sir, that's my Dad!" called out Ned from further down the front.
"I know, Edward, I remember your father only too well!" said Huggy resignedly. "He was in my Third Year Form in my first year here as he has no doubt told you. I distinctly remember he was the first boy I ever placed in detention at this school...."
We all tittered, much to Ned's discomfort as he had got detention only the week before for handing in homework late.
"....But, like all my boys he survived and still raises his hat to me as we pass in the street," Huggy continued.
I knew from overhearing a conversation that Ned's Dad worked at the City Hall and that Ned intended to follow in father's footsteps.
Huggy nodded towards Ned. "You seem to have also inherited his fleetness of foot. Was your crown worth half-a-crown?"
Ned nodded vigorously, "Yes, sir, it was!"
"I hope mine will be!" interjected Matt in his low tones, "My Dad will be home on leave on Saturday!"
Huggy looked up the rows. "Ah, Matthew, you have further honours to pursue, have you not? I am sure we all wish you well at Fensham!"
Huggy shuffled the books on his desk and the quiet period was over. It might be the last day of term but we were subjected to a quick fire mental arithmetic test for the next half hour.
School ended at lunchtime. Tony grabbed Matt and me as we left the room and said he and Roo would be at the gates at Ulvescott on Tuesday at twelve o'clock to meet us. He said they would be coming back on Wednesday as they had a special Scout evening that night but we were to stay on. I said cheerio to Matt who was leaving at two with the Fensham party and said I would call for him at nine on Tuesday morning and to make sure his bike was in good repair. Tom was waiting at the school gates for me and we cycled off home together. He was full of the Colonel's speech which had caused so much hilarity that Campion had even threatened their form with detention that afternoon!
We raided our pantry and found some bread and jam for lunch. As we munched we compared our medals and examined the cup. On that we found Dunc's name as winner in 1941 followed by Andy Symes and Dick Collins. I pointed out to Tom that Big Jim Chater had won in 1940. Tom then wanted to hear more about Tony's description of the Scout camp so two wanks apiece later I shooed him off to his own house as I said I had to practice for my piano exam tomorrow.
My cup was worth another half-a-crown when Pa came home and I wondered in bed how much spunk would be needed to fill it! I didn't catch my final load for the day in it though!
*
My piano exam was at half past eleven in the Chapter House and I managed to get there in good time. Tim Parker was already waiting and looking a bit nervous. He showed me why. He had a whitlow on one of his fingers which he said hurt like hell when he played. He gave me a wry smile when his name was called but he looked pretty happy when he came out and it was my turn. He said he would wait for me to finish. I enjoyed playing the big grand and the examiner gave me a nod as I finished. Hope all is well.
Tim and I went home together. He came in and we compared notes on how we think we played. He was worried in case his painful finger had let him down but he hadn't made any mistakes. I was quietly confident. He had a good tale to tell 'cause he said his brother John had to look after 3S for a lesson when old Campion was away with a cold. He said that the class had been set some work to do and after they'd started it John had walked down the rows to the back of the room 'cause he saw four of the kids in the back row were doing something under their desks. He guessed what it was because of the way they were sitting and not really concentrating on doing the work. As he went towards the back he saw they each had a hand in a pocket and were carefully tossing themselves off. They stopped as he got near except that one kid was too far on and couldn't stop himself coming 'cause he was jerking up and down on his seat and gasping when John got to him. John picked up his book to pretend to look at it and said the name on it was Harding and he thought he was the younger brother of Johnny Harding in the Fifth Year and he'd heard he was known as Hardon Harding so it went in the family! We had a good giggle over that and then compared our own hardons. Mine was still not as big as Tim's but I did come quicker and I shot a bigger load than him!
I got my diary up to date before I went to bed and put an extra star for the one still to come that night! Crumbs! That's fourteen since the first of the month and it's only the sixth so far!
*
In the morning I had to help Ma and Pa get ready for the guests. Pa had cleared out a lot of his junk from the spare room the previous weekend and I had to hand him up various things which he was putting into the loft. I rescued an envelope of old photos which turned out to have some of him in the local rugger team and he pointed out Tom's Dad. Ma suggested Mike might like the camp bed but luckily it fell to pieces as Pa tried to put it together.
Mike turned up with his Great Uncle and Aunt and another elderly lady just after eight o'clock that evening. He put his stuff in my room and the others said if we didn't mind they would go to bed straight away as it would be a busy day for them tomorrow. Mike and I went up to my room just after nine with mugs of cocoa and sat and talked.
I showed him my cup and medal and he looked very pleased I'd won. He said he'd thought I would have a good chance because of the way I'd been so determined up at the farmhouse. I then wanted to know what had happened at Fensham and it was quite a tale. First of all they almost didn't go because Rabbity had fallen down the school steps after lunch and had to be taken to hospital with a broken ankle. Because of this the Head Beak had put Duncan and Billy Clarke in charge of our school party and the bus had gone on to Mike's school. None of the Brothers wanted to go so Mike and Bernie Doyle had been told to keep an eye on their lot. By then it was nearly four o'clock and at half past five the bus broke down. Luckily it was right near a garage and the man there found it was a belt of some sort and fitted a new one which took an hour or so. This meant they didn't arrive at Fensham until getting on for nine o'clock and they were all tired out and starving hungry. Luckily, again, there was food waiting so they stuffed themselves and went straight to their rooms.
"How did you get on with Billy Clarke?" I asked.
He grinned. "Oh, really good. He's great fun and we're the best of pals now. I said you were worried about my safety and he laughed and said it was all forgotten!"
I must have had a questioning look.
He grinned again. "Oh, we just flopped into bed and slept. From what they said I think the others did too because we were all too worn out with travelling for any shenanigans that night, but we made up for it last night!"
"What about the game?"
"Yeah, we won alright and your two reserves also played."
"How was that?"
"Oh, Pat Halloran went flat on his face and had a bleeding nose so your tubby lad came on and then later in the second half what's-his-name - Hobbs or something - pulled a muscle and was hobbling around," he laughed at his own joke, "So I moved onto the wing and your pal Matt the Chopper took over as scrum half."
"What do you mean, Matt the Chopper?"
He laughed again and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "Your pal Matt was the star of the show in the showers after the match! Bejasus, what a size on a young lad! I hadn't realised even from what you'd said!"
"But yours is longer isn't it?" I whispered back.
"It may be a bit longer but it's not so thick and he's certainly got bigger balls than me, hasn't he!..."
I nodded. It was true.
"...Well, when he got out of the showers Jamie Gould said look at the chopper on that lad so he's now known as Chopper Ward. Billy Clarke told me later that when he and Symes had seen it last summer Symes said almost the same thing and it was pretty big then but he says it's got longer and a good bit thicker since. In fact, it was the biggest of any in either of the teams and he was the youngest!"
"Even Duncan Buchanan's 'cause he's a lot older and very tall?" I enquired, thinking of the disparaging remarks made by his brother.
Mike shook his head. "Buchanan may be tall and older but he's not very well endowed, nor are your Collins brothers either, and they're a couple of hefty lads!" He paused and looked at me pursing his lips and then chuckled. "In the length stakes there was only Matt, Billy, Andy Symes and me, but, from what I saw and heard, although there were a good few short shafts around, they were all well used last night!"
"You and Billy?"
"Yeah, me and Billy and Bernie and Symes and Jamie Gould and the big Collins lad!" he said triumphantly.
"All six of you? Where?" I asked, astonished.
"Oh, everyone promised to be as quiet as possible otherwise there would have been trouble for me and Buchanan so we all piled into Jamie and Symes' room 'cos it was a bit bigger than our monks' cells. After supper my friend Pat Finch and a friend of his came in for a chat but they couldn't stay because they all have to be in their own rooms by eight o'clock."
"Didn't Duncan and Matt or the others join in?"
"No, those two were in a room on the next corridor so we didn't see them and the younger ones shared two rooms and we didn't hear a peep from them either!"
"So what happened?"
Mike looked at his watch.
"Wait a minute, it's ten o'clock so let's get into bed and I'll tell you there. OK?"
I nodded. It would be more comfortable with our heads together rather than keeping up the present whispering match. Neither of us bothered to put pyjamas on and we were soon snuggled down facing each other with the light off and my trusty towel between us!
"Come on, Mike," I said, moving closer to him, "Tell me the rest."
He put his arm over me and pulled me right against him so my face rested on his cheek. I put my arm over his back and rested my hand on the flat of his back.
"Here goes, then. Where was I? Oh, yeah, the six of us were in Jamie and Symes' room after Pat and his pal went and they started undressing to get into their beds while we were chatting. Then Bernie said why didn't we have a race and see which school won."
"What did he mean, I thought you had to be quiet and not make a row?"
He reached down and pinched me on the bum. "A special sort of race, you clot!"
I cottoned on, slipped my hand round to his front and raked my fingers through his ginger bush before grabbing a handful of hair and giving it a tweak in retaliation.
"Ouch! you little bugger, stop that!" he complained and nibbled the lobe of my ear. I ruffled his bush again to show I wasn't intimidated, let go and put my hand on his back.
"Anyway," he continued as if nothing had happened, "Billy suggested we didn't do schools but draw teams and scribbled names out on a piece of paper. First three out in one team and the others a second team. That big Collins lad was first, then me and then Symes so we were one team with Bernie, Billy and Jamie in the second." His voice dropped to a very confidential whisper. "We put our mucky rugger shirts on the floor and lined up. Collins and Bernie were the first. I had to do Collins and Billy did Bernie. We'd only just started when Andy said `Fuck this for a game of soldiers' and grabbed Jamie's cock. Jamie as usual shot his load ever so quick but Collins was puffing and panting like hell and by the time he'd come Bernie was firing off as well. So much for our teams!
Anyway, we just changed over partners straight away and I must say I was just about ready to come so old Collins didn't have much work to do! Bernie soon had Billy well on the way and reached round and clutched his balls with his other hand and Jamie did the same to Andy Symes. Billy and I came almost together and while I was still squirting my stuff Andy shot a fountain right across the shirts all over Billy. We were all in a merry mood by then!"
I giggled, remembering my bull's-eye on his brother. "Hey, you know you did school teams then really, didn't you?" I said, having worked out the pairings.
"Yes, we realised that 'cause Bernie said we'd actually done what he'd suggested and it was just like the caucus-race in Alice in Wonderland 'cause we'd all won!"
"Gosh, you all doing it like that you sound just like Tony Marcham and his Scout camp. You and his lot seem to have all the fun together!" I said and must have sounded rather wistful.
"What about you and your cousins, eh?"
"Oh, yes, I'd forgotten them. But I haven't seen and done it with so many. There were just four of us and Tony had seven."
"Four, six, seven! It doesn't matter if you're enjoying yourselves, does it?"
"No, of course not," I said on a more positive note, "And two's company, isn't it?"
He chuckled in my ear. "Shall I tell you more, then?"
"Please!" I whispered back and wriggled closer feeling a long, strong cock lined up beside my shorter but very rigid one.
"Well, then we sat on the beds and talked for ages," he continued, wriggling as well so our pricks rubbed together, "After a while one of their Prefects came and knocked on the door and called out that lights would be put out in fifteen minutes. Of course he didn't know we were all in one room 'cause we heard him go to the next two rooms which were empty. By then we were all pretty randy again so we decided to pair off with who was left and we weren't sharing rooms with." He sniggered. "It took all of the fifteen minutes this time 'cause first of all I couldn't get Andy Symes to come. He was as hard as hell but I had to give him a real heavy battering before he shot off eventually but Jamie had Billy in a lather in no time at all. The funniest was Bernie pulling Collins's wire and licking his tit at the same time. Old Collins was in a frenzy jerking around with his mouth open like a cod, but boy, didn't he shoot a load. Bernie waved his dick around and it went in all directions! I had to wait till Andy shot his load and then we changed places again.
Jamie had said he wanted a slow one so we all had a slow one and the three of them all copied what Bernie had done and we all had our tits licked and Andy squeezed my balls as well. God, by the time we all came we were sweating buckets! Bernie had just shot his load when the lights went out on a master switch so we had to creep back to our rooms in the dark without any clothes because they were all over the place. Billy got into bed with me and we spent the next hour or so chatting about all sorts of things and by that time we both had hardons to match so we tossed each other off again for luck. Next thing I knew it was this morning and Billy had a horn on him again in bed beside me so I acted in a gentlemanly manner and gave him another slow and gentle one. Of course, he then had to reciprocate. So we're all the best of pals now!"
He slid his hand down between us and snaked his fingers round my engorged tool.
"So are we, aren't we?" he enquired, giving my rod a few awkward strokes.
That was enough to set me off. The flood gates opened and a stream of spunk shot up his arm and splashed over both of us liberally.
"I should have known," he said resignedly, "Matt may be the Whopper Chopper but you're Francis the Flowing Fount!"
"No! I'm Jacko the Juicy Jet," I whispered back and grabbed his shaft, "And you're Mike the Mighty Masturbator!"
The giggles in my ear turned to deep throaty breaths as I worked him quickly up to his climax. A second stream of warm spunk hit us both as we subsided into further laughter.
Mike threw his arms round me and then locked his legs round mine and clutched me tight. "Me the Mighty Masturbator! You've tossed off twice as many as I have!"
"Maybe, but you got three more last night," I spluttered back, catching my breath, "And anyway, you've been doing it to yourself years longer than me and you've shot off five times so far since last night!"
"What of it! I bet you're not far behind!"
I sniffed, "I must admit it's fifteen times from the beginning of the month."
"Crumbs, Jacko, and it's only the seventh today! Do you have time to do anything else?"
I sniffed again, "And what about you?"
He fell silent and I felt his fingers counting against my back.
"Only ten times from last Sunday to tonight!"
"Not last Saturday?"
"No, I went to confession last Saturday so I had to be in a State of Grace for Mass on Sunday."
I was very puzzled. "If you'd done it Saturday night what would happen?"
"Nothing, except I wouldn't feel right. So I didn't!"
I was rather dumbfounded. How he could stop himself wanting to do it I didn't know.
"What happens if you suddenly want to do it. I often do and especially when I'm in bed."
"Too bad, I'd do it if I couldn't stop myself and then confess next week. Anyway," he whispered very severely, "I'd better remember carefully what I've done this week 'cause I must go to confession in the morning before the wedding."
"And hope Father Herlihy is there because he's deaf and you've indulged in irregular motions of the flesh with yourself and many others, eh?" I whispered sententiously.
He tightened his grip round me. "You cheeky little toad!"
Before he could continue I slid my hand between us and grasped his slippery eel-like prick and gave it a tug. "Forgive me Father Herlihy 'cause I've pulled a lot of pricks this week," I intoned, "And Jacko Thomson needs forgiving too 'cause he's done it more times than me and wants it again, now!" I did too, my cock was rapidly going upright.
"Don't take the mick," grunted Mike, loosening his grip a bit as I squeezed his also stiffening length, "Anyway I don't think I've got the strength."
"Bet you have," I said, "You want it just like me."
His cock was now fully erect in my hand and I gave it a few rubs. He opened his mouth as he let go of me and rolled onto his back. I pulled the bedclothes off us and straddled his legs. It was too dark to see very much but I worked away at his rod for some time until I felt his leg muscles go stiff beneath me and then his buttocks lifted off the bed as he came. He groaned quite loudly and I wondered if anyone heard him. I dropped down in the bed beside him. He lay very still as I explored his stomach and chest and found several pools of sticky come. I licked my finger and tasted his salty sweet spunk and then found some more and put my finger into his still open mouth. I then pulled the towel out from under us and wiped up the rest. He lay quite still as I reached down to his now limp tool and his loose bollocks and felt them carefully. Yes, I thought, your balls are floppier now than a few weeks ago.
My ruminations were interrupted by Mike swiftly turning and then kneeling over me. One hand was soon holding my cock tight between a finger and thumb while he cupped the other hand over my now bare knob. My knob end touched the palm of his hand each time he whipped my foreskin up and down giving me an extra twinge and I soon experienced the beginnings of a heftier than usual climax. I grunted too as I shot my load into Mike's hand clamped over my squirting knob. Next thing I knew was that my face was being liberally plastered with a handful of warm, sticky spunk. An almost invisible figure bent down over me and a low-toned voice whispered in my ear.
"That should get rid of your spots so you'll look presentable tomorrow!"
With that he began to lick all over my face scooping up the come with his tongue and, at times, gently inserting it between my open lips as I gasped for breath. It was all too much for me because within moments a terrific spasm hit me somewhere deep between my legs and my spunk factory overflowed with a final gush from my still stiff rod. As Mike was leaning forward over me the spunk must have squirted onto the back of his balls
Mike stopped licking. "Are you alright, Jacko?" he whispered in a concerned voice, "What was that?"
I felt him above me move his hand behind his legs to explore my hit.
"Number seventeen for me! And one in the balls for you!" I whispered back and closed my eyes.
Mike straightened up and then wiped a second sticky hand over my half licked face. He felt for the towel and wiped his hands then bent over and continued tonguing my face swallowing the rest of my spunk. Before settling down beside me he took up the towel again and wiped his balls and rubbed my belly to clear up any remains. I turned my head to put my mouth by his ear.
"Don't forget, it's eleven for yourself and four others to confess now!"
A hand reached down, squeezed my balls and stayed there.