CHAPTER 21
I was wakened by the strange sound of running water. I stared over towards the sink and in the semi-gloom could see a naked body standing there. I surfaced then remembering it was Mike and had instant thoughts of the night before. I watched as he washed himself all over and when he'd finished drying himself he turned and saw me staring at him.
"Hi, Jacko, d'you mind if I put on the light? I need a shave."
"No. What's the time?"
It was still very dark, made even more so by the black-out curtains.
"About seven, but I want to get to confession before things are ready."
Odd, I thought, have a daily wank, toss your friends off and then confess 'cause it's all a sin! I was glad I didn't have to confess, except to my diary!
The light clicked on and Mike came and stood by the bed. I looked sideways at him and surveyed the long, slender cock dangling between his legs.
"Will Jamie and Bernie Gould be there?" I asked.
"I expect so, and Pat Halloran and Vince," he replied.
"Why Vince, he didn't go to Fensham?"
"You don't think he hasn't been busy over the past week, eh? And I expect there will be a few more with bad consciences."
I reached out and ran a finger from the root to the end of his rod. He jerked away.
"Don't do that now, Jacko," he hissed, "I haven't got time. Wait until tonight!"
I nonchalantly slipped my legs out of the bed and lifted my own limp tool and began to pull the foreskin up and down.
"No, Jacko, don't tempt me now! You're a randy little devil at the best of times!" he said with a grin putting out a hand and stroking my face, "Anyway, your face-pack last night has given you a nice complexion! All my sisters and Vince's will fall for you, so watch it!"
I stuck my tongue out at him trying to think what I could do to him in retaliation, but failed. He turned away back to the sink and finished his ablutions. I got back into bed and waited until he was dressed and ready to go.
"I'll see you in church!" he said as he waved and left the room.
I fell asleep again and was rudely woken by Ma banging on the door telling me it was well past nine o'clock and I'd better start getting up and making myself presentable. Why? The wedding wasn't until twelve and it was less than half an hour's walk to the Catholic Church! I did as I was told, washing myself very carefully, especially my face, inspecting it to see no crusty spunk was left on it. I put my pants and shirt on, then thought I'd better check the bed for any incriminating signs. Good, nothing, but as I smoothed out the bottom sheet I found five long, curly, gingery hairs. I must have combed them out of Mike's prick hair when I was playing around last night. I carefully picked them up and put them in an old copy of Just William stories on my shelf. Perhaps, as well as a collection of cousinly come, I might start a collection of hair from around pricks I have known!
Both Pa and I passed Ma's inspection and he was instructed not to light his pipe at the reception until he saw others were smoking. There were a good few people going into the church as we approached and we were directed to the bride's side. I hadn't been in a Catholic church before so I spent some time looking at the various statues and pictures and then looked around for the boys. There was no sign of Mike or Vince. Then the organ started and two soldiers with Sergeant's stripes came down the aisle and sat in front seats. The big one must have been Eamonn and the slightly shorter one his best man.
Suddenly everyone stood up and the organ played a march-like tune and up the aisle came a procession led by a boy in a red cassock, and what looked like lace curtains, carrying a big silver cross. He was followed by two others and two priests dressed similarly and then the bride and Dr. O'Brien. It was only when the boys turned when they reached the front that I realised it was Pat Halloran carrying the cross and Mike and Vince with smoky canisters and books. I was too fascinated with those three bobbing around, swinging smoking pots, holding books and ringing bells to take much notice of the actual wedding. I did have a surreptitious look around at one point and glimpsed a row of spotty boys and recognised Bernie from Mike's drawing. The service went on and on but I was quite engrossed with the happenings that the time flew and I was only aware of Pa fidgeting just before the priest gave a long blessing in Latin. No wonder Vince was good at it!
The reception was in the parish hall and soon after we had filed in past the bride and groom I was thumped on the back by a very convivial Mike now dressed conventionally in a smart suit.
"Come on," he said very jovially, "You're sitting with the younger end, your Mum and Dad are with the grown-ups!"
I eyed him up and down. "I liked the lace curtains better!"
He gave me an evil grin and muttered something like "I'll deal with you later!" before turning and walking across the room.
I followed him and found my place was set between Maureen and Vince's sister Eileen. Oh dear! I needn't have worried because Vince, Mike, Bernie and Pat were also there as well as three other sisters of Mike and Vince to keep us in order. Maureen was very inquisitive and kept asking if I liked Mike's drawings. It was as if she knew he had drawn me in the nude. I wondered if I might drop a hint, but I thought better of it. Pat had a large scratch down the side of his nose which caused everyone else a lot of amusement. I said it was a pity there wasn't St John's on Monday or I could have practised putting a bandage on it. I got a joyful thump on the knee from Maureen for that and a dig in the side from Eileen. I also got the beginnings of a hardon. I thought I'd better keep quiet or I might have a real stiffy with any more battering.
The food was good and there seemed to be a realisation that to keep the younger ones occupied that should be given plenty to eat. Mercifully, the speeches didn't go on for long and at four o'clock the ceilidh started. I stood around with the four boys and listened in to their conversation. I found out from Vince he was well enough now to be back at school after the holiday. As he wanted to know what we'd done while he was away we arranged that he would come round when I got home from Ulvescott. I also found out Pat was older than I thought and was in the Fifth Year and well over sixteen 
. He wasn't much taller than me whereas Vince was now quite a bit taller. I saw Mike and Bernie disappear off several times and Vince whispered they were having a drink with Eamonn and his pals. I must confess I followed Mike later out to the side room twice and was given a glass of something sweet and potent each time. Pa and Ma seemed quite merry too and, after a great deal of singing and dancing, somewhere around nine o'clock I was called over to say goodbye as it was time for me and Ma to go home with the Great-Aunt and Uncle and the old lady. Pa said he would see Mike got safely home and we set off. Ma held on to my arm pretty tightly and kept saying she'd had a lovely time. I think she had seeing the number of times I'd noticed her glass being filled. The Great-Aunt was a bit squiffy too and kept burbling on about what a lovely couple Kathleen and Eamonn made while the Great-Uncle trudged silently along beside the old lady hiccupping slightly every so often. I was also feeling a bit light-headed from my visits to the side room.
When we arrived home Ma and the others said they would go straight to bed and Ma said I could wait up for Pa and Mike who wouldn't be long. How wrong could she be! They arrived home just after midnight! Pa missed the front door keyhole several times before I opened it and said in a whisper that Ma had gone to bed.
He put his fingers to his lips, said something like 'Shush' and stumbled up the stairs. Mike stood very unsteadily on the mat so I tugged him in and closed the door.
"Gosh," he mumbled, "That was a good evening'."
He looked around.
"Where am I?" He looked around again. "Good to see you, Jacko! Time for bed!"
I led him to the bottom of the stairs as he was so drunk he could hardly stagger. At least he was quiet. I was wondering how he and Pa had found their way home when the letter-box flap opened and a quiet whistle came through it.
"Are they OK?" a low-pitched voice whispered, "I got them here alright in the end."
I opened the door. It was Pat Halloran.
"Come in," I whispered back, "You'd better help me up the stairs with Mike."
By this time Mike had slumped on the stairs. We took an arm each side and he was just sober enough to walk up without too much disturbance. We got him into the bedroom and laid him on the bed. I shut the door carefully.
"We can't leave him there like that," I said in a businesslike manner, "Can you help me undress him and get him into bed?"
Pat nodded and we started to take his shoes and socks off. He was gently snoring by now and as we undid his jacket, took his tie off and then rolled him to remove his jacket, shirt and vest he slept on. I looked at Pat and winked then undid the top of Mike's trousers and unbuttoned his flies. Pat lifted him slightly as I pulled off his trousers and pants and he lolled naked on the bed.
"Holy Mother, look at the lad on him!” Pat said, “I'd only seen him pissing so I didn't know what it was like fully out.”
I laughed. Here was an Irish lad describing Mike's lengthy tool as a lad just as Mike had told me his cousins used that word..
“ But he won't be pulling that lad tonight!" I said, pointing at his limp dick.
Pat looked at me and then grinned. "Too drunk for that, eh?"
I grinned back. "Let's get him in before it freezes and falls off," I said.
We struggled a bit but managed to get him under the bedclothes. All through this he was quite oblivious and was now sound asleep. I looked at my watch. It was twelve twenty-five.
"Have you got to get home, it's very late?" I asked, "Why don't you stay the night here now?"
He smiled. "Yeah, why not, our lot will still be drinking at home, if they get there! And no one will miss me."
We both undressed swiftly. We stood bollock naked looking at each other. True, he wasn't much taller than me but he had very clearly defined muscles down his chest and stomach which rippled as he moved. I stood as tall as I could and drew my stomach muscles in but I knew I didn't look like that. We matched each other with our jet black hair but, although he had very sturdy legs, they were very smooth and hairless whereas mine now had a good sprinkling of dark hair. However, both he and I had more or less identical black bushes and the same length cocks. He might be seventeen soon but I was his equal there! Where he did win was with his quite sizeable balls, splaying out and hanging much lower than mine. Also, like Matt the Chopper, the left one swung down much more than the right. I pulled the bedclothes down and pointed.
"You hop in first and I'll sleep on the edge!" I whispered.
He slid into bed and I got in beside him. It was a tight fit with the recumbent Mike taking up at least half the bed. But, no sooner was the light out then we were on our sides facing each other with our hands on each other's pricks.
I felt his rod go hard as I grasped his length. I put my hand under his balls and gathered them in my palm. I smiled to myself as 'Here we go gathering nuts in May' sprang to mind. I cupped my hand under his nuts and squeezed them gently. He breathed out deeply. In response he squeezed my rapidly hardening prong and then felt my bollocks too.
"You like this, do you?" I asked in a whisper.
"Need you ask?" was his terse response.
"Mike does," I added.
"I've heard he does. Bernie told me."
"Haven't you done it with Mike, then?"
"No, I've done it with Bernie but I've only seen Mike's lad. It's big isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's very long, but it's not so thick as my friend Matt's. You know, Chopper Ward."
He sniggered. "I saw that at Fensham. It's huge," he said, drawing out the last word. "He was in with that big Buchanan lad so I don't know what happened."
While we were whispering together our hands were gently massaging each other's cocks at the same time. Things were beginning to happen!
"Wait a moment, Pat," I whispered urgently, "I'm nearly ready to come."
I wriggled away from him, almost falling off the edge of the bed, and retrieved my towel from the chair beside the bed.
"Let's put this between us," I said, pushing the towel down towards the bottom sheet. He held my cock again and began to work it up and down. My buttocks began to twitch as spasms hit me under the balls. I squirted spunk all over him. He gasped at this and gasped even more as he came and showered me with spunk.
"That was good," he whispered when he'd got his breath back, "We both make a lot, don't we? I've got your stuff all up to my throat!" He put an exploring hand on my stomach and chest. "And there's plenty of mine on you too!"
I pulled the towel up and wiped us both and then tucked it down again between us. We fell asleep facing each other, an arm over each other's shoulder.
*
We must have both woken up at the same time as we both started whispering together.
"Are you OK?" we asked simultaneously.
"Did you like it last night?" Pat carried on asking before I could say anything.
"Yeah, I like it every time," I said giving his shoulder a hug. "What do you think of him?" I asked nodding towards the still sleeping Mike.
"Well he did have a skinful last night, but not so much as Eamonn and his pals!" He paused, and sniggered. "I bet Eamonn didn't get his oats last night. He was as drunk as a fiddler's bitch when we left so he wouldn't know if it was arsehole or breakfast time."
Pat certainly had a ripe command of English. He reminded me very much of cousin Alun.
"Poor old Kathleen, I bet she's still a virgin this morning! Have you had your oats yet?" he continued without stopping.
I assumed he meant had I had a fuck. "No, not yet, I don't really know any girls."
"I haven't either and I can't wait to have it in," he said with feeling, "I know plenty of girls but they won't. Like his sister Bridget." He stopped a moment as Mike stirred. "I'd better not say too much or he'll get mad."
Mike's stirrings subsided into slight snores.
"You seemed alright last night, didn't you drink anything?" I asked.
"No, I didn't," he replied emphatically, "Can't abide the stuff. Anyway, I don't want to upset my training, I've got a practice fight on Friday and I've got to be fit."
I moved my arm down and ran my hand slowly over Pat's chest and stomach.
"You've got lots of muscles," I said.
"Yeah, I go down the Mayor's gym twice a week. Tuesdays and Fridays. Mike started me off there 'cause I wasn't very big and he said his Dad had sent him there 'cause he was bullied." He laughed. "Fridays I do boxing and I've won all my fights so far so I'm not bullied and I like going there, it's great. There's quite a few of your school go there. You know, the Prossers 'cause the Mayor's their uncle, and Billy Clarke and his friend Paul Wright and that Andy Symes. They're all much bigger than me but my muscles are better."
My recollections of the crowd he'd mentioned were that they were all much bigger than him and, except for Billy who seemed quite muscly to me, Pat's muscles were more visible.
"Anyway, you seem OK, you winning that cup!" he said approvingly. "Those girls were most impressed," he went on, giving me a nudge "You'd be well away there! Play your cards right!"
The cup winning had been mentioned at the table the night before and earned me little crows of congratulations from Maureen and Eileen plus more nudges and digs. Play my cards right? I wondered how?
"I don't know about that," I said dubiously and changed the subject. "What about him?" I nudged Pat, indicating Mike, "He's pretty fit, isn't he?"
"Yeah, and he's tough enough. He walloped one of the Prefects in the Sixth-Form last year when he found him tormenting some little kid in the Second Year!" he said admiringly. "Mike gave him a real pasting!"
"Doesn't look as if he's capable of that now," I said, "I shouldn't think he's capable of much at the moment."
"No. He and your Dad and the others were downing my Uncle Alfred's poteen last night and that's wicked stuff."
"What's that?" I asked mystified.
"Och, he makes it himself. I shouldn't tell you this 'cause it's all illegal but all the auld fellahs make it over there."
By 'over there' I assumed he meant Ireland.
"But he makes it here?"
Pat nodded and then clammed up. I changed the subject again.
"Do you think he could if we helped him?" I asked, nodding towards the still snoring Mike. "Come on, let's put him on his back and you can see what you can do. You want to, don't you?"
An impish grin spread over Pat's face.
"Och, I've wanted to do it for him for ages. I've never plucked up courage. He's a great fellah and he's been ever so good to me. Anyway, it'll give the auld bugger something to think about when he wakes up. My dad usually sleeps through to Sunday lunch after a session with Uncle Alfred!"
We slipped out of bed and went round to Mike's side. I pulled the bed clothes away from him very carefully. He grunted but carried on sleeping. We turned him so he was on his back where he lay with his mouth open and his cock down between his legs. I lifted it up and massaged it a bit. It stayed limp. I laid it up his belly.
"You have a go," I whispered to Pat.
He put a finger and thumb either side of Mike's rod, just under his naked knob, and began giving him a slow wank. Very slowly his cock lengthened and stiffened and Pat continued with his slow, regular motion of the flesh. Both of us now had hardons so, as Pat continued on Mike, I looped my fingers round his shaft and soon he was ready to come. He leaned over Mike as his spunk gushed out and it formed a pool on his stomach. He continued pulling Mike's horny rod and after about five minutes Mike gave a series of grunts as several small squirts of come shot up around his navel. He slept on. Pat let go of his cock and moved me to stand in front of him by Mike's side. I was ready to come by then so it didn't take long before I leaned down and a stream of creamy spunk poured over Mike's chest. We stood and watched as Mike's dick slowly went limp again below a triple helping of spunk spread from belly to chest. It was very noticeable that we both made much more stuff than him. I lifted Mike's hand with no resistance from him at all and put it over his cock. He mumbled something but remained resolutely asleep.
Pat turned to me and put a hand on my arm. "I didn't know it was as long as that!" he whispered admiringly. "Wish mine was!"
"So do I!" I responded with feeling, "Mine's growing though."
Pat looked a little sad. "Mine's been like this for ages."
I'd noticed that although it was the same as mine when limp it was definitely longer when erect.
"But yours got much bigger when it went stiff," I said encouragingly, "Matt's looks about the same whether it's down or up but Mike's does get longer! Anyway, he'll wonder how he shot all that!" I whispered in Pat's ear, "There's another thing, we both shoot lots more than him, don't we!"
Pat nodded, then sniggered, as I carefully put the bedclothes back over Mike.
"Never thought I'd do it to him! Don't tell him yet what happened, will you?" He paused. "I hope he won't be annoyed," he said doubtfully.
I shook my head. I was looking forward to seeing Mike's face when he woke up.
Pat started to collect his clothes together.
"What's the time, Jacko?" he asked.
I looked at my watch on the dressing-table.
"Just gone half-six."
"Nobody'll be awake for hours yet, so I'll be off home now."
"Don't you want to stay and have some breakfast?"
"No, thanks, I'd better be going."
He came over to me and put a hand on my arm.
"It's been great, hasn't it?"
I nodded. It had been. Another to add to my growing list.
"Sorry I blacked your eyes in that game. I know I did it, your head hurt my knee! Friends now, eh?" He squeezed my arm.
I gripped his arm. "Best of friends and try to keep your nose out of trouble too in future!"
He laughed, "Have to watch out for that in the boxing!"
He began by putting on his socks, then his pants. He straightened up.
"Hey, Jacko, you'll pass the exam OK won't you?"
"I hope so, I'm going to learn it all up with Matt when we're at Ulvescott next week."
"He'll pass OK, too?"
"He should do and I think Benno will as well 'cause he's pretty bright."
"You know if you pass you get issued with your uniform tunic and beret, don't you?"
"Yes, your Dad said that at the last meeting."
"Shall I bring some round for you to try on the Wednesday?"
"And for Matt?"
His grin almost split his face. "Oh, yes!"
"He'll be here!" I said decisively.
"Goodho! What about the other one, Crabbe?"
"I don't know, I don't think so. Perhaps you ought to arrange it with him."
"OK. About half past two for you and Chopper. No one else at home?"
I shook my head. He continued dressing and when he was ready I slipped on my dressing gown and went downstairs with him and saw him out. The house was silent as I went back upstairs and crept into bed beside Mike again. He slept on as I lay awake and thought about the happenings of the last few hours. I didn't drop off to sleep again so got up just before eight o'clock and washed and dressed as quietly as I could. I heard people trundle along the corridor to the lav at intervals but in between the house was quite silent. There was no sign of Ma being around when I went down to the kitchen and she didn't appear until after I'd made a pot of tea and was making some toast under the grill.
"Oh, I thought I heard you up and about," she said as she came into the kitchen. "Is Mike awake?"
"No, he's still asleep."
"What time did he and your father get home?"
"Oh, about midnight, I think," I prevaricated.
"I was well asleep by then and I never heard them. Your father's still dead to the world. What he had to drink last night I dread to think!"
Plenty of Uncle's Alfred's poteen I thought to myself. Better not enlighten Ma.
"Did Mike see him home, then?" she asked.
"They came home together," I replied noncommittally.
"Oh, good, as long as your father didn't make a fool of himself. I don't want Mrs Peters spreading gossip."
"They were very quiet when I let them in."
I ate my toast and retreated to my bedroom. Mike was still comatose so I didn't disturb him. I thought about Pat and how he got fit and decided to go for a run to pass some time. I stripped off and soon was kitted up in shorts, rugger shirt, pullover and plimsolls and went downstairs again. Ma shrugged her shoulders as I sped through the kitchen and out of the back door. I ran for nearly half an hour and just got back as Duncan was delivering the paper. Dare I ask him about Fensham? No, better not!
"Gosh, Jacko, you are keen!", he said, handing me the paper, "Can't see tired Tom doing it! I've got to go and get the lazy tyke up now as we've got a special church parade today!"
He pedalled off and I went back in to find Ma in deep conversation with the aged relative. Back in my room I changed again and then gathered up Mike's clothes from the floor and put them tidily on a chair. I was just getting some things ready to take to Ulvescott when there were definite signs of Mike surfacing. I went over and stood by him. I poked him gently in the ribs and he grunted. I was going to have some fun now.
"Wake up, Mike, what on earth have you been doing?"
"Wassat," he grunted, "Wassat, what you say?"
A rather red tinged eye opened and fixed on me, at first unsteadily, then he focussed.
"Oh, Holy Mother of God, Jacko, my head!"
"What's the matter?"
He drew out the hand I'd placed strategically over his cock. In doing so he dragged it through the copious pools of spunk. He placed the hand on his forehead and deposited a gobbet of gooey come.
"What the hell!" he expostulated, "My head aches but what's this?"
I stripped the bedclothes back exposing the congealing semen spread all over his torso.
"Goodness, Mike, you have been busy," I said ingenuously, "Have you done this while I've been having breakfast and going for a run?"
"No, I haven't!" he responded testily, sitting up a bit and peering down, "Oh Jesus, my head and look at that!"
"You must have had a wet dream," I said, "All that drink you had last night's made lots of stuff 'cause that's much more than you usually make, isn't it?"
He flopped back and viewed me now with wide open eyes.
"How did I get to bed last night?" he demanded, "I don't remember a thing."
"You and Pa came home together and I put you to bed."
"Did you undress me?"
"Yeah, quite easily, we just rolled you around."
"We? You and your Dad?"
I shook my head. Unfortunately without thinking I'd let the cat out of the bag. I'd better tell the truth.
"No, actually Pat Halloran followed you here to see you and Pa were OK. He stayed the night, but he's gone home now."
"And?" Mike demanded, pointing at his stomach, "This?"
"All three of us," I confessed, "You were dead out this morning so I suggested Pat should experiment on you. I did him the same time he was doing you but he came first so that's all his there." I pointed at his stomach. "You took ages and you only grunted when it shot out. Then Pat did it to me so that's mine up there and that's why there's lots on you."
"Oh," he whistled softly, "You cunning sods. Wait till I feel better and I'll have you and I'll get that Pat Halloran and grind his little bollocks into mincemeat."
"He's got bigger bollocks than you!" I retorted brightly, "And we both shoot lots more than you!"
"Cheeky tyke! You won't be shooting anything when I've finished with you!"
"You and whose army?"
His face crumpled into his familiar smile.
"Oh, come on Jacko, I don't mean it. You two enjoyed it didn't you? And I suppose I did even though I was asleep."
He sat up in the bed and surveyed the fast drying streaks of pearly spunk.
"Where's your towel?" he asked, then grinned at me. "If it's not too damp! I suppose you and Pat last night...?"
"I guess there'll be a dry corner somewhere."
"You're a boastful tyke as well!" he said pursing his lips.
I went to the other side of the bed to get it and handed it to him. He rubbed it all over his torso and then his forehead.
"It'll do your skin good," I said, mimicking his statement to me after liberally plastering my face with come the first night.
"Pah," he replied and flicked at me with the towel. "You and Pat Halloran," he mused, "He blacked your eyes for you, didn't he?"
"Yes, but that was an accident and we're great pals now! I like him ever so much and he thinks you're great, too."
Mike levered himself out of bed and walked somewhat unsteadily to the sink which he filled with cold water. He splashed his face and chest liberally and held out a hand. I passed another towel to him.
"That's a bit better," he murmured, then began the process again.
"He said you sent him to the gym and that's why he's got all those muscles. And he does boxing as well."
Mike straightened up and wiped himself dry again.
"Yeah, I know all about young Pat. He's a good lad except he can't leave it alone so Bernie says." He turned and looked at me and grimaced. "Like the rest of us!"
He pulled the plug and then turned the hot tap on.
"Bernie Doyle lives next door to him and he's known him for years. He helps him with his homework... and other things!"
He turned the hot tap off.
"In fact, Bernie told me that after Pat had the instruction from the curate he asked Bernie what he meant 'cause he hadn't a clue what it was all about and the other lad who was in with him was in the same boat. Bernie said he told him in words of one syllable and then Pat wanted him to show him so he did, but Pat couldn't. Bernie said Pat rushed in all cock-a-hoop some months later 'cause he'd found he could do it and tells Bernie how grateful he was for having it properly explained and so was the other kid."
He dipped his hands into the hot water and quickly removed them, turning the cold tap on briefly before picking up the soap. He turned again to face me.
"I'll tell you something else but you mustn't pass this on. You see, there was a frightful hooha a couple of years ago when Pat was in the Third Year 'cause one of the Brothers caught him tossing himself off in the showers after PT and some of the other lads were watching. He nearly got expelled but Brother Jamieson stopped that because of Al the Stal and he was just given a good telling off and nothing more was said about it."
"What do mean, 'because of Al the Stal'?" I asked.
Mike laughed. "Oh, Al the Stal, that's Alfredo Cametto, you know, he's the son of the people who owned that Italian ice-cream shop in the city that's shut down now."
I nodded. I knew the shop well, but it closed shortly after the War started.
"Alfie isn't quite all there." He made wriggling movements against his head with a forefinger. "You know, a bit daft, so he got stuck in the Fourth Year for years. In fact he left last year when he must have been eighteen and he was still in that Form. He's quite harmless but he was always in the bogs tossing himself off with Prefects telling him to stop, so they couldn't say anything about Pat when he was caught."
"What do you mean by 'Stal'?" I persisted.
Mike snorted and bent his head to me and said through gritted teeth, "The Prefects always called him the Italian Stallion because he had a big thick prick and was always at it and that shortened to Al the Stal, simple, eh?"
"Simple like him," I retorted, "But he wasn't short like his name, eh?"
Mike extended a soapy hand and missed my ear by inches.
"Don't interrupt my story or I won't tell you," he admonished, "Do you want to hear about Pat?"
"Yes, of course, but I wanted to know what you meant."
"OK, well, Pat told Bernie a few days later that some of the boys were threatening him. I was round at Bernie's soon after that and Pat came in and Bernie got him to tell me what had happened. We think he did it as sheer bravado 'cause although Pat's older he was smaller than most of the lads in his class at the time so he was just showing them he was as good, or better, than them. He said that some of them were pinching and punching him and saying they would send a letter to his Dad and, of course, he was dead scared that his Dad would find out. I told him I'd been bullied and my Dad had sent me to the gym so I said he should go too and he'd soon learn to stop the bullying so I took him next time I went. He still goes even though I don't."
I nodded, "Yeah, he says he goes twice a week and he's not bullied now 'cause he's good at boxing... ...He told me you beat up some Prefect who was bullying a kid last year."
Mike shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the sink.
"The bastard was twisting the poor little bugger's arm for no reason so I whopped him one. He had a sore jaw for a few days I guess, but I don't think he did it again."
I watched as Mike carefully washed all down his front, soaping himself liberally.
"Pat's keen on my sister Bridget. He takes her to the pictures sometimes. She's older than he is but she says he's good fun but can't keep his hands to himself!"
"Sounds like he keeps his hands to himself pretty regular," I said.
Mike laughed. "Oh, no doubt! Bernie says he told him once he had to confess to twenty-six times one week!" He turned and winked. "Even the Mighty M O'Brien has never reached that level!"
I thought to myself nor had I, last week's seventeen was my record, so far!
Mike finished washing, then dressed and we went downstairs where the Great-Uncle and Aunt and the other old lady were waiting in front of cups of tea. I found out they would all be back that evening and would be leaving in the morning. Mike led them off and Ma said I could take some tea up to Pa and find out how he was.
Pa was fast asleep when I drew back the curtains. It was just like the time he'd had a skinful at Van's! I stood by the bed and poked him in the arm.
"D'you want some tea?" I asked solicitously.
All I got was a rather unresponsive grunt.
I poked again. "Tea?" I reiterated.
I got almost a rerun of Mike's monologue.
"Wassat! Oh, my head!" he groaned. There was a long pause until two heavy-lidded eyes swivelled and fixed on me.
"Ma said have some tea," I commanded.
He responded by shaking his head momentarily as if to clear cobwebs or something and then hauled himself up into a sitting position. I noticed his pyjamas were buttoned haphazardly. He put out a tentative hand and took the tea.
"Haven't felt like this since we won the County Cup in '34!" he said feelingly, "What does your mother say?"
"She hasn't said anything. She was very tired last night as well!" I replied.
He eyed me suspiciously, then he winced.
"How did I get home?"
"You came home with Mike," I replied truthfully.
"Must have had a guardian angel looking over us because that boy was knocking it back during the evening!"
"That guardian angel must have been St Patrick," I said, truthfully again, and did not enlighten him further.
He winced again. Whether from my wit or his headache I didn't know. He drank his tea and handed me the cup.
"I could do with another of those, please."
Like a dutiful son I retreated but couldn't report to Ma as she wasn't in the kitchen. I poured the tea and returned with a second cup. He was standing in front of the sink with just his pyjama trousers on liberally dousing himself with cold water. This must be the standard cure after a skinful!
"Ha, that's better. Where's the towel?"
He groped around and found it and wound it round his head and shoulders. I put the cup and saucer down and went downstairs again.
"He's getting up," I informed Ma who had reappeared in the kitchen, "He says he's got a headache and he hasn't felt like it since the County Cup in '34!"
Ma laughed in a sinister sort of way. "He didn't come home that night! He came home next morning in a police car with William Buchanan. Luckily William was in the police and so were two of the others but I don't think any of them remembered anything about it!"
I was learning things fast!
It was pretty quiet the rest of the day. I watched from the window as Tom and Duncan went past resplendent in pill-box hat and forage cap to their parade. I played through several of the pieces Mrs Tring had lent me and made sure I had sufficient to eat at lunch time. Ma made Pa and me trudge off for an invigorating walk in the afternoon. Pa was strangely silent the whole time and the sole topic of conversation was how much he was looking forward to a cup of tea on our return! I disappeared up to my room as soon as I had devoured my supper and impatiently awaited the return of Mike.
The quartet returned about nine o'clock and I didn't bother to go down. Mike came up soon after bearing a tray with two mugs of cocoa and some cakes.
"The old folks are off to bed soon," he reported, "They have to catch a train at ten in the morning. Your Mum and Dad are listening to the wireless and I've come up to keep you company before bedtime!"
He slipped his jacket and shoes off and unknotted his tie and put it on my desk before sitting down. I was curious to know what had happened to Eamonn and Kathleen so as he sat down I pounced.
"Pat said Eamonn was very drunk last night when he left to bring you and Pa home."
Mike gave a dismissive laugh. "Then he was completely wrong! Eamonn's not daft so he put on a good act and he and Kathleen went off to the Station Hotel." He laughed again. "They turned up about twelve today ready for lunch looking very contented! Eamonn's got to go back tomorrow morning so he'll have a busy night tonight as well!"
Mike gave a nod towards the bed.
"I'm ready for bed, I've had a busy day. What about you?"
"I'm ready for a busy night too!"
Mike rose from the chair he was sitting on and lumbered over to me. Next thing I knew I was being hauled up with my head held tight under his arm while my trousers and pants were rapidly lowered and I was then subjected to a mighty tickling and slapping. I squirmed and wriggled and tried to slip my head out but couldn't. He carried me to the bed and dropped me on it and held me as he pulled up my shirt and tickled my ribs and chest. I tried to grab his legs but he caught my arms between his legs and locked me tight. He ran his hand up and down my front, teasing my cock and alternately stroking and squeezing my balls. In the end I gasped out I was exhausted and he let me go. While I was still floundering on the bed he had most of his own clothes off in seconds. I was then captured again and my shirt was undone and manoeuvred over my head. Without stopping he turned me over and ran his hand all the way down my back and legs and removed my socks. I had been expertly peeled!
He let go of me again and began to remove the rest of his clothes. His shirt was quickly over his head but as his trousers were being lowered I leapt on him and he fell onto the bed. This gave me an opportunity to fall across his back and pin him down. This time he got the tickling and I rubbed the thick ginger fur on the backs of his legs as he kicked around until his trousers and pants fell off his feet. I put a hand between his legs and caught hold of his balls and whispered to him that I would squeeze them like I had up at the farmhouse if he didn't behave. He snorted so I gave them a little squeeze. He whispered he promised so I let go and, as I pulled my hand out, I wriggled my fingers in his crack and felt him jerk a bit as I passed over his hole. I repeated the movement tickling him all the way from behind his balls up to the small of his back.
"Come on, Jacko!" he whispered urgently, "Let's get into bed!"
I rolled off him and we got into bed facing each other. I put my arms round his shoulders and he did the same to me. As my face was against his neck I started to lick him under his chin. He started making a moaning sound so I slid one hand down and ringed his erect cock. I slid down under the bed clothes licking him all the way from neck to chest to stomach until just below his navel I met the bare end of his prick and slipped it into my mouth. I sucked and sucked until I could feel him about to come. His prick was jerking in my mouth as I tried to control it but it pushed down into my throat as he came. I swallowed to stop myself choking and was surprised at the amount of come he produced as he seemed to go on squirting for ages.
I kept his prick in my mouth and licked it gently as he lay panting with his hands on my head holding me against him. He moved his hands down until he could slip them under my arms and slowly drew me up. My face touched his and I stuck my tongue against his lips. His mouth was open so I pushed my still sticky tongue in and he sucked and licked it. Then he slid down in the bed repeating my licking except that he tongued and sucked on my nipples before taking a mid line down to my waiting cock. As he took my knob into his mouth he pushed my foreskin down with his lips. Suddenly his hand went round my back and he pulled me towards him so that all my prick disappeared into his mouth. I could have screamed out with the terrific feelings as he sucked and licked my whole shaft. I began to come with slow waves of tightness and relaxation and as the point of no return arrived I gave a convulsive jerk and there was nothing I could do to prevent my prick forcing it's way deep into his throat nor stop the immense amount of spunk I shot.
Mike coughed and spluttered as I rapidly withdrew my still jerking shaft. I pushed the bedclothes back and moved down to be on the level with his face.
"Are you OK?" I whispered urgently.
"Mmm...," he murmured and clamped his mouth over mine.
Our tongues clashed and rubbed against each other as we slid back up the bed, luckily with the towel between us. We both had raging hardons again and were frantically working at each other and shot almost simultaneously within a very short time.
We lay panting holding each other tight. After some time Mike pulled the bedclothes up to cover us and we lay whispering together about all the events of the weekend before dropping off completely satisfied to sleep.
*
Mike was still fast asleep when I heard one of his relatives go along the corridor to the lav. Well, after all the excitements of Saturday and Sunday what would Monday bring? It was still very dark so it was pretty early. Still, I'd had my quota of sleep and I needed to be relieved of an urgent want! I felt down and tweaked his cock and massaged his balls until he drowsily awoke. As the sounds of activity outside died away he must have decided he needed a pee or something so I got a brotherly tickle to put me in my place as he slid out of bed ready to pick up his dressing-gown. He made the mistake of turning his back on me. I launched myself out of bed and, as he bent over the chair to pick up the dressing-gown, I clutched him from the back, arms and legs round him and got him to the floor. His drowsiness, or the training sessions with me at half-term, paid off. I had him pinned to the floor without too much trouble. We thrashed around a bit but in the end, as usual, he proved to be too strong for me and I found myself pressed down under the full weight of his body. Not surprisingly all this resulted in a pair of hardons which crashed together as he roughly ground his thighs and belly against mine.
"Got you, you little tyke!" he whispered, opening his legs and straddling me.
I managed to free a hand and burrowed it between us and grabbed his cock.
"I'll pull it off, if you don't let go!" I whispered back.
"Try it, laddie! You're always making idle threats!" he whispered, a hot tongue licking into my ear as he jerked his prick in my hand. He rolled around a bit then did a complete turn so I landed up on top of him. He brought his legs up and locked them round me. I flailed around and had to let go of his dick.
"Wriggle out of that!" he whispered and licked me on the nose.
I twisted and squirmed and managed to lever myself down a bit. As I slipped down him I grabbed my own stiff cock without thinking and pointed it into the cleft of his arse. He tried to lift me up further by pushing his legs upwards. Of course, in so doing he provided me with a better line to my target and my knob end unerringly found his puckered hole. I pushed my cock against it with my hand and with a grunt from him I was in. Not far, but far enough. Using his legs round me as a support I pushed mightily with my back muscles and my prick slid in deep. I had truly shafted the third of my friends. I leaned up and looked down on his face and grinned. He opened his eyes wide and responded by clenching his buttocks and squeezing my prick deep in him. With an effort I moved my buttocks up and down against him and I felt him relax a little. He opened his mouth and his eyes crinkled at the edges as if he was concentrating hard. I hoped I wasn't hurting him because without stopping I began to push up and down in earnest jogging my prick in and back an inch or so each time. His ring muscles alternately squeezed and relaxed and I soon felt I was ready to shoot my load. As I came he put his arms up and put them around my shoulders. I was well and truly captured. We lay still for a while until he drew my head down to his mouth and whispered in my ear.
"You wanted to do that weeks ago, didn't you? Did you like it?"
I nodded and he gently released me from the combined grasp of his arms and legs. As he lowered his legs I gently slid out of him. What could I do to repay him for that? I thought back to the night before and dropped my head to his chest and licked at his nipple. Slowly, I drew my tongue down his chest and stomach and took the head of his prick into my mouth once again. I sucked slowly while he moaned softly. I think our general excitement had made us both ready to come quickly. I certainly hadn't taken long, a matter of half a minute or so of thrusting and being squeezed. The same now with him. I took more of his cock in and sucked harder and felt the internal throbbing begin. I caught the full force on the roof of my mouth as he came. Again, he seemed to shoot more than usual and as I gave his prick another couple of sucks he produced even more. My mouth seemed full of his strange salty sweet tasting spunk.
I let go of his dick and swallowed a bit then moved up on him and stuck my coated tongue between his lips. He licked it with his own tongue and I swallowed again. We lay quietly on the floor with me resting across his chest with one of his arms round my shoulder getting our breath back and listening to the activity of the others getting up and moving around outside. We had gone through all our own intense activity without making much noise at all and whatever bumps, grunts or snorts we had produced would have been masked by the general hubbub around. Mike finally pressed his arm down on me and whispered again.
"That was marvellous, Jacko! For both of us!"
I licked his lips and nodded. It was enough to express how I felt and I knew he knew.
"Come on then, Jacko, we'd better get up now or there won't be any breakfast!" he said in more normal tones.
I thumped him on the chest as I levered myself up and stood up. I walked over to the sink and without thinking did my usual morning act. I turned the cold tap on and had a piss. It was much quicker than going out to the lav I'd decided as soon as I found I was tall enough to stand and dangle my prick over the edge. Mike saw what I was doing and came and watched.
"You crafty hound!" he said with a laugh, "Saves time though."
I moved a bit to the side and he hefted his cock and we pissed together as we had done at the farmhouse!
"Very handy, this!" he said appraisingly, "I have to run the gauntlet of all the female inhabitants of our house when I want to pee. And then they bang on the door and want to know what I'm doing." He nudged me and giggled. I forbore to ask what he usually did!
After Mike went off with the old folks the place seemed very quiet. It was no use going to see Tom as I remembered he and his brother were going to some Easter Monday do for the Boys' Brigade so I busied myself checking my bike and packing things into a rucksack ready to take to Ulvescott. This took me until lunchtime when Ma announced we would be going out to tea. My ears pricked up as soon as food was mentioned and I found we'd been invited over to see Pa's colleague and his wife, Mr and Mrs Gardiner, who lived in a nearby village. Mr Gardiner was another engineer and I'd met him a number of times when he had come home with Pa to discuss work. I hadn't seen Mrs Gardiner for ages but I knew she was a good cook as she had supplied food for the party. Their son, Chris, had been at our school and had gone straight into the Air Force as soon as he'd left the Sixth Form and was now a Pilot Officer or something. I didn't know him at all other than he'd been Head Boy in my first year at the school so he was much older than me, even older than cousin Gareth. What I had noticed was his name was on the Fourth Year Cup for winning in 1938.
Pa said he would use up some of his petrol ration and drove us over and as soon as we'd arrived I was sent up to Chris's old bedroom to see if there were any books I wanted to borrow to read. Being nosey I had a look in his wardrobe. Nothing much interesting hanging in there, a suit and his old school blazers and trousers. Then I had a look through the tall chest of drawers standing against the wall. The top two drawers had loads of odds and ends of pens, clocks, rulers, protractors and all the garbage a schoolboy collects and thinks is valuable. Two other drawers had shirts and pants and socks and the bottom drawer contained rugger and gym kit and running shorts. I had a look at the rugger shirts, two were red, my School House colour. I remembered he'd also been Captain of our House in my First Year. The other shirt was a school First Fifteen. There was a framed photo on the wall of the First XV in his last year with them all togged up and I recognised him sitting at the end of the front row smiling broadly.
Also in the bottom drawer were several pairs of rugger shorts from something approaching my size to two pairs which were at least a couple of sizes too big for me at present. The same with his gym kit and running shorts. I supposed as he grew he never chucked anything out but just had the next size bought for him. I burrowed about a bit more in the bottom drawer and realised there was something hidden under the lining paper at the back. I lifted the paper carefully and found it was a thin folder with some snapshot photos in it. I pulled it out and had a look. They were of Chris and two of his pals. No, must have been three others as the four photos had different groupings but Chris was in all of them. They all looked about seventeen or so, Sixth Form I guessed, and I recognised where they'd been taken 'cause it was in our school showers and they were all in the nude. In each photo they were standing shoulder to shoulder grinning broadly, but, successively, showing off limp, then semi-erect then, finally, fully rampant cocks. I had a good look at each one and was quite surprised. Of course I didn't know how tall they were but only one of them looked as if his was as big as Rhys's because they would have been about the same age as him. In fact none of them had one as big as Matt's even though they would have been a couple of years older. Chris's was second longest but it certainly wasn't very thick compared with the others.
Oh hell! Looking at the photos was making my dong go stiff. I carefully put the photos back in the folder and tucked it well down under the lining paper and closed the drawer quietly. I looked on the shelves and picked out three books, one of Father Brown stories and another on the history of trains and the third was Beau Geste. I sat at Chris's desk and started to look at the train book. There was a quiet knock on the door. I looked up as his Mum opened the door and came in.
"Are you OK, Jacko?" she asked, "It was all quiet up here."
"Oh, yes thanks, I found these books and was just looking at this one," I replied, indicating the railway one on the desk. "It's very interesting. I've got a model of this engine here that Dad bought before the war." I wondered guiltily if she knew I'd looked in the drawers and I wondered if she had ever found the pack of photos.
She went over to the chest of drawers and pulled open the third one down and then shut it. Then she pulled open the bottom drawer.
"Chris won't want these football shirts any more. Are they any good to you?" She rummaged about in the drawer. "And what about the shorts and socks? And these bathing trunks? Goodness, we bought those for him when we were in France before the War. You'd better take what you like as most of the things here would be much too small for him now and anyway they are nearly all old school things. Have a look in the other drawers and see if there's anything else useful for you before the moths get at it all!"
"Oh, thanks very much, Mrs Gardiner," I said as innocently as possible, "May I have a look, please?" I took out a pile of clobber and put it on the bed. "Goodness, that shirt is my House colour. I remember, Chris was our House Captain in my First Year."
"Yes, he left three years ago so that would be right wouldn't it? You're in the Fourth Year now, aren't you, because your father said you've just won the Lane Cup. Chris won that four years running!"
"Yes," I said, "His name is on the cup for 1938. I didn't know he won in the other years."
Mrs Gardiner closed the bottom drawer and began to open the top one. "There should be some photos of him..." I wondered what was going to come next, but she continued... "in the top drawer here, in the album as well as that one over there..." She pointed at the 1st XV photo on the wall... "He also ran for the county and there are all his medals somewhere." She took out an album then opened the second drawer and pulled out a large cigar box. "Have a look at these. I'll go and get you a couple of cardboard boxes to put all the things in."
As she went out of the door I opened the wooden box she had passed me. In it were half a dozen medals for events won at the county sports plus four for each time he'd won the Lane Cups! They rested on a thick base of paper. Oh, no! I lifted the paper and there was another little folder of photos plus a flat package in a small brown envelope. Without looking at them I got the folder and the envelope out and put them into the inside pocket of my jacket. I was laying the medals out on the desk when Mrs Gardiner came back.
"He was a very good runner," she said, "He was always winning at school and at county sports. It was one of the things which got him a place at the Air Training School because, although I say it myself, he wasn't very good at exams. Anyway here are the boxes, have all the things you want and leave the rest. In fact, I think there's a couple of blazers and a suit in here which would fit you soon."
She went over to the wardrobe and opened the door.
"Look, there are two here and a couple of extra pairs of trousers. There's all this, too. Are you in the Scouts?" She asked, pointing at a cardboard box tucked to the side on the top shelf.
"No, I'm not but my two friends, Tony and Roo are."
"Well, there's all his old Scout clothes in there, shirts and things. You can take all that if your friends would like to have it."
As I lifted down the box she fiddled about in the bottom of the wardrobe and straightened up holding two pairs of spiked running shoes. "Have these as well!"
"Gosh, thanks, all this will be useful now everything is rationed," I said, putting the Scout box on the bed without opening it next to the growing pile of clothing. I picked up a pair of almost new rugger shorts. "I think these will fit me now."
"Well, that's thanks to Chris, he never threw anything out even when he outgrew them, that's why the blazer he had in the Fourth Form is here. You'll find a lot of things in the other drawers you can have as well and there's all those Boy's Own Paper's in the corner too," she said, pointing in that direction.
"Are you sure he won't want any of these things?" I asked, picking up the top couple of copies.
"No, of course not. I don't know why I haven't given them away before. In fact until you came I don't think I've looked in the drawers since he left except to put mothballs in each year. He's rarely home now as he was posted overseas very suddenly last year. Can't tell you where as I'm not supposed to know," she winked, and put her fingers to her lips, "But it's hot!" She put the blazers and the suit jacket on the bed. "Take your time, tea should be ready in half an hour."
I thanked her again profusely and began to fold things up and put them in the boxes. I realised I was going to take everything from the bottom drawer, so, if after I'd gone she came to clean up she would move the paper, and.... Oh gosh,.. I'd better take the photos as well. I quickly got the folder out and stuck it between the pages of the Father Brown stories and pushed the book down the side of one box. After having collected together all the kit from the bottom two drawers, several pairs of football socks from one of the other drawers and the two blazers, a jacket and three pairs of trousers, two pairs of spiked shoes and two pairs of rugger boots from the wardrobe, the boxes were full. I thought I'd better look at the photo album and picked it up from the top of the dresser where Mrs Gardiner had deposited it. It was quite large and had a number of family photos and Chris in the Scouts in the early pages. Then there were about twenty good-sized enlargements of Chris and others running or lined up at the beginning. There were also a couple just of Chris, I suppose at the finish, because he was holding up a medal in both of them. Under each were carefully written details of date, place, race and results. Generally Chris was first or at least second. I found that some of the medals on the table matched the photo details. As I turned the last pages I thought that some of the photos seemed to be a bit thick so I prised one out of its holding frame. Oh, my God, underneath was an enlargement of one of the snapshots from the bottom drawer. I quickly prised up the others and removed ten altogether. Four were enlargements of ones I'd already seen. I supposed the other six were of those from the medal box but I didn't have a look in case anyone came up. I gathered the lot together and distributed them among the pages of the railway book. Then I thought, if Pa sees the book he's sure to want to look at it. I found a large copy of Robinson Crusoe on the shelves and transferred the photos into that and pushed it far down the side of the box to join Father Brown. I then pushed the album photos back into their holders checking that there were no others still hidden and put the album back in the drawer. I picked up Beau Geste and opened it at random, just in time, as I heard Ma coming up the stairs.
"May has told me of all the things she's given you. Have you thanked her properly?
"Yes, I have, it's very kind of her, and, of course, Chris!"
Ma laughed, "Young Chris doesn't know, and anyway most of the things would be of no use to him. I hear there is a blazer."
"Two blazers, and a suit, and pairs of trousers and lots of kit, there's two boxes full! And there's this box of Scout things which Mrs Gardiner said I can give to Tony and Roo. I'll get it all out when we get home and we can have a proper look. I just want to look at this book and then I'll come down."
Ma turned and went out just as Mr Gardiner came up the stairs. He was a big man, very jolly and smoked a pipe, just like Pa. He poked his head round the door.
"Found everything you want?"
"Yes, thanks, I shall be fully kitted out for the rest of my schooldays!"
He came into the room and pulled open the drawers one by one. "Don't you want these?" He held up two pairs of pants. I nodded, I hadn't really explored the third drawer. He chucked them down on the clothes in the bigger box. "What about the jock-strap?" My ears pricked up, how had I missed that! He held it up and dangled it with the pouch hanging down. Oh crumbs, I wanted one badly to be like Matt, so that would be a prize. "You'll find it very useful, a bit later on I expect. Here you'd better take it as well." That was also thrown on the heap. Then Pa appeared at the door. Everyone was welcome!
"Hey, Henry, that's a box full!" Pa said and went over and picked up the jock-strap. He looked over at Henry Gardiner and winked, "This'll be well filled too no doubt in the course of time." They both laughed as he tucked it down the side of the box.
"Like father, eh, who was pride of the line-out, or line-up at college?"
I listened with all ears. I knew Pa had played rugger at University and I knew from something he'd said that Mr Gardiner had been a demonstrator, whatever that was, in the Engineering Department when he was there, but were they in the same team?
"Did you play in the same team?" I asked innocently.
"Of course. Your Dad was very good. I remember him as a first year of eighteen scoring a try against Liverpool University in his first match."
"I didn't know that, Pa!" I said with awe, "You've never said anything about it."
"Your father's very modest you know, he could have played much higher, you know. I've got some photos of the University team somewhere."
"Enough of that, Henry, you'll make me blush."
Mr Gardiner left the room and I looked at Pa who just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I thought, I bet his photos aren't like the ones I found of Chris and his pals. I tidied up the heap of clothes at the top of the box before Mr Gardiner returned with another large album.
"Here you are, Jacko, have a look at these."
Towards the back of the book were about a dozen photos of various teams and groups and there was a much younger Pa, all smiles, in several of them. He looked very tall and gangling in the first couple which were obviously in his first year. Mr Gardiner was next to him in a couple and sported a very large moustache which he hadn't got now. I giggled inwardly. In most of the early photos there was Uncle Dick as well. Uncle Dick had a very bad case of acne.
"Is that Uncle Dick?"
"Yes, we were in the same team in my first year and the next year. He'd already graduated and was doing his Master's degree with Henry."
"Your father and Dickie Dido were damn good players in their day. Are you?"
"I try, but I'm younger and not so big as some of the others in my class, but I get on OK." I changed tack. "And why was he called Dickie Dido?"
They both roared with laughter and Pa put his arm round my shoulder, "You'll be OK whatever size you are and don't you dare ask Uncle Dick why!"
They both laughed again and winked at each other. Some secret joke I thought, I supposed I'd find out some time. I expect Alun would know so I would have to remember to ask him!
Mr Gardiner was still laughing. "Don't you worry, your father and Uncle Dick are both big lads so you'll probably end up quite big yourself."
They grinned at each other again.
"I hope so," I said, "I hate being small, but I am growing." Whatever their little joke was I knew I was growing quite rapidly. In the past six months I'd put on at least four inches in height and was at least as tall as Tony and almost as tall as Matt even though his prick was still much bigger than mine.
"Better pack this lot in the car, Jacko," said Pa, picking up the bigger box and a pile of copies of the magazine, "It's about time we went as Henry and I have a busy day tomorrow."
Mr Gardiner followed Pa out carrying the Scout box while I put Beau Geste on top of the clothes in the third box. By the time I got downstairs with the box Ma was already putting her coat on and was inviting Mrs G over to see us next weekend if they could manage it and to give their love to Chris went they wrote to him. I giggled inwardly again as I thought of dear Chris and the shock he would have on finding not only most of his clothes but his photos missing.
I made certain when we got home that I got to the boxes first, insisting I carried them up to unpack them. I promised Ma to lay everything out for inspection. When I had them upstairs in my bedroom I hastily removed the books and fished out the photos which I tucked under things in my chest of drawers. I would have a good look at them later. I put the four books on my shelf and laid out the blazers, jacket, trousers, shirts, shorts, pants, socks, boots and running shoes neatly with the jock-strap tucked in the pocket of a pair of shorts. I opened the Scout box which was a real treasure trove. As well as a couple of pairs of khaki shorts there were two khaki shirts festooned with badges and stripes plus woggles, lanyards, neckerchiefs and a very nice whistle. There were also two pairs of immaculate corduroy shorts like the new ones Roo had. Those were not going to be passed on! I heard Ma coming up the stairs.
"Have you unpacked yet?" she called out.
"Just about, you'd better have a look."
She came in and picked up a school shirt. "They all smell of moth-balls. I'll wash the shirts and other bits tomorrow as I'm not going to work and there's too much to send to the laundry. Put them in the basket in the bathroom before you go to bed! And hang the blazers and trousers and that suit in your wardrobe. And those things," she said, pointing at the Scout pile, "You can get Tony and Roo to take those."
"OK, but I don't think they all need washing, they seem clean enough to me."
"Suit yourself - but if you want to wear smelly shirts and shorts for Games that's up to you!"
With that she clattered downstairs and I took a bundle of things into the bathroom leaving the larger pairs of shorts and rugger shirts because I wouldn't need them yet.
When she was safely out of the way I thought I would inspect the photos. At least I had my secure hiding place where I kept my other secret things like Mike's drawing of me and the spunk encrusted hankie. I got the larger photos out of my drawer and put them in the hidey hole. Perfect, I was sure I was the only one who knew about it. Then I got out the three smaller packages and put them in the Robinson Crusoe book and sat at my desk. I could see and hear if anyone was coming up the stairs with plenty of time to hide them away. I opened up the first pack I had found - the four photos in the showers - and laid them out in order of erection! Christ, just looking at them was giving me a hardon! Although I recognised two of the other lads I couldn't remember their names but they all looked pretty happy with great grins on their faces especially in the final one with their pricks pointing up at their navels.
I put the photos back in the folder and opened the second package which I'd found in the bottom of the cigar box. There were six photos in it all taken in someone's bedroom and showed the four of them either in pairs or singly again with fully erect cocks. Two of the photos showed just torsos with the pricks in close-up with fingers and thumbs round them and pulling their foreskins back. They were different lads in each because of the shape of the cocks and the bushes of hair. The first I looked at had one lad with his foreskin right back and the other lad had a thick heavy skin with only a bit of his knob showing. But in the second photo both had their skins right back and there was a squirt of spunk just leaving the slit at the end of one knob. Oh crumbs, I would soon need a wank myself if I looked too long. I quickly shoved them into the folder and hid them in the book again.
Now there was also the mysterious small brown envelope to explore. I shook a small packet out of the envelope. On it, in large letters, was printed 'ONA'. I pulled the flap up and there were three unopened French letters inside. What a find! Something to show Tony and Roo or Tom! I wondered why Chris had them? In any case he hadn't used any because on the outer packet it noted there were three in it! I put the packet back into the envelope then secreted it in my hidey-hole and took out the remaining larger photos.
Golly, these were almost all enlargements of the ones I'd already looked at. The two just showing dicks were big enough to show a lot of detail. I compared the photos with each other and realised that it must be Chris just shooting his load because he had a rather thick vein on the side of his prick and he also had a cut on the joint of his thumb and these details were quite visible in one of the other enlargements.
The final photos were of Chris again. This time they looked like proper studio photos - the sort you see in a photographic shop window - but you wouldn't find ones like this! In both, a smiling Chris was standing beside a pedestal of some kind. The first I looked at was a full length photo of him holding a pair of spiked running shoes and proudly showing off all he possessed as he was completely in the nude. I turned it over and there was a pencilled number and date, 176, May '41. The second was almost identical except this time he was standing with just a Scout's lanyard round his neck and holding the whistle attached to it. This was labelled on the back, 177, and May '41 again. They must have been taken just before he left school so he would have been eighteen. I compared them with the snapshots and he did look a bit older and one thing was very noticeable. Whereas his dick was fairly slim in the earlier photos it was much thicker looking in these posed ones. I wondered how he could have had such professional looking photos taken. The others were probably done just with someone's box camera and developed at home by some schoolboy enthusiast but these were very posh-looking. I carefully packed them all up and tucked everything into my hidey-hole.
I thought about the photos a lot during the evening and kept seeing the different ones in my mind's eye. When I was ready for bed I got out the enlargement with Chris firing his wad and the two posed ones and propped them up at the back of the sink and jacked myself off looking at them, narrowly missing showering them with spunk when I came and then quickly hid them away again before getting into bed. I thought how lucky he'd been that I'd discovered the photos and the packet rather than anyone else. I supposed he'd wonder where they all were when he came home! Oh, but that would be in the future sometime. His mother had said he was posted abroad somewhere, somewhere hot! Not so hot as I was feeling thinking about the weekend and Mike, and Pat, and Chris, and... Unhhhhh.....Owww.......Hunh!