CHAPTER 23
On getting back Aunt Mary sent us down to the cellar to fetch up some wine for the dinner. We had a good snoop around and found several side rooms which were locked. Matt tried to peer through keyholes but said he couldn't see anything. After that we said we would go and see if Hans and Herr Vogel wanted some help so sauntered round to the wood barn. Hans was there alone busy chopping firewood. He was pleased to see us as usual and wanted to know what the medal was that Matt had shown Herr Vogel the previous day. I explained about it and got Matt to show him and then went on to say Matt had played in a rugby match at another school. Matt listened carefully to our German conversation and then wanted to know what I had been saying. Hans then said that he'd played football at school but preferred athletics, especially throwing the discus. I explained all this to Matt who grinned and that reminded me about Billy Clarke and Andy Symes the previous summer. I couldn't very well ask Hans if he tossed his friends off after sports practice so said that Matt had helped measuring for some of the older boys when they were throwing the discus. In my translation I nearly said 'tossing' the discus!
While we talked we helped Hans by bundling up the firewood and then took it down to the cellar in the wheelbarrow. Matt wanted me to ask Hans if he knew what was behind the locked doors so I did. He said he didn't know but would try to find out. After lunch we went back to the wood barn and Herr Vogel was there as well so Matt had a good bit of practice at his French while we worked steadily.
After tea I went to practice on the piano and then trotted upstairs to get ready for dinner with Bran following me. Matt was flat out on the bed fast asleep. Well, I suppose the lazy sod had done some good work during the night helping Roo as well as helping me push loads of wood down to the cellar during the day.
"Come on Matt!" I said shaking him. I looked at my watch and was surprised how time had flown. "Come on, there's only twenty minutes to go before supper."
His eyes opened and he fixed his gaze on me.
"Dinner, you mean," he said in a put-on posh voice, "You'd better watch yourself tonight, those girls will be there and it's Miriam's birthday and we haven't got a present, either. I've been thinking about that while I've been lying here."
Oh dear! Still, can't be helped. We didn't really know in advance so we decided we'd better keep quiet about presents. He rolled off the bed and we went to the bathroom to wash and make sure we were clean and tidy before going downstairs with five minutes to spare. Bran led the way through the drawing-room door direct to the piano. I sat down and played through a couple of pieces and, while playing, heard others entering the room. When I finished the second piece there was some polite clapping and I turned round to find everyone was there, the three Land Girls plus Miss P and Aunt Mary. Everyone else was togged up to the nines but we didn't look too bad as we had our school trousers and blazers on. They were all drinking sherry, including Matt. Mrs Crossley pointed to a glass on a silver tray and I took it and had a sip. It was very nice. As I went over to stand by Matt the tall girl, Elizabeth, turned to him.
"I say, Matthew, does Julia still hear from that dishy Chris Gardiner she had a crush on at school?" she asked sweetly, "Last time I saw him he was in his gorgeous Pilot's uniform but he's overseas now, isn't he?"
My ears pricked up. I'd completely forgotten about my foray into Chris Gardiner's private life and the photos now hidden in my own collection of personal treasures. I waited to hear what Matt had to say, there would be lots to reveal later! He wrinkled his brow before replying.
"Oh, yes," he replied eventually, "She does get a letter sometimes but I don't know where he is now. She did say he was flying out East somewhere but that was before Christmas." He grinned at Elizabeth. "I think she still likes him a lot 'cause she's got a photo of him on her dressing-table and when I ask her how Biggles is she gets ratty!"
Photo! I bet it wasn't like any of the ones I'd got. He definitely wasn't in his Biggles Pilot's uniform in any of those! It was more like his Biggles pull-it's uniform. I had to stifle a guffaw as I thought of that. To escape any further possibility of laughing at the wrong time I went over to the log fire where Miriam was standing stroking the top of Bran's head.
"You like it here, don't you?" she said, "The way you play the piano and the way this dog follows you around makes me think you belong here."
What an odd thing to say. I didn't reply and she went on.
"Miss P says you are so like Mrs Crossley's son that it's uncanny. Have you seen the photos of him?"
"Yes, the room we have has quite a few on the wall," I replied.
"Have you seen this one?" she asked and turned to a side table with three framed photos on it. The middle one was of a boy my age and it looked just like Mike's drawing of me. I shivered and Miriam saw I was startled. She smiled and went back to the dog.
"Miss P says Mrs Crossley does look forward to all you boys coming here and it's made a lot of difference to her, especially because you play the piano for her." She winked and smiled again. "Miss P says Matt is a bit like her brother. Of course, he's grown up now and he's married with two boys of his own." She looked down at her hand and stretched out her fingers. "I'm getting engaged in the summer and we hope to get married at Christmas. Depends on this War though and what will happen next. Seems to be lots of activity about at the moment."
I said we'd seen a long convoy on our way here but I didn't say they wanted to meet our sisters. I just said I was sorry we hadn't got a present for her and she smiled and said my playing was the same as a present. She was quite different from Elizabeth who was still quizzing Matt about Julia and the boyfriend when Aunt Mary announced that dinner was ready.
Another good feed - with two large glasses of wine with the main course and another one with the pudding. Matt and I excused ourselves at nine o'clock and staggered up to our room. I had much to impart and I was getting very excited about it in more ways than one. I closed the door carefully after we went in.
"Hey, Matt!" I whispered hoarsely and a bit lightheadedly, "That Chris Gardiner - Julia's friend Biggles - I've got photos of him too!"
Matt turned sharply. "What d'you mean?" he asked with puzzlement.
"Tell you when we're in bed," I replied, "I feel a bit woozy - that wine and sherry's made me a bit tipsy."
"Same here," said Matt, "But you'll tell me about those photos, won't you?"
We stripped off rapidly, just had a quick pee and no wash, tumbled into bed and simultaneously grabbed each others hardons.
"Come on, tell us," demanded Matt, giving my cock a rough pull.
"Not unless you're more gentle," I replied, squeezing his thick rod. "But, is he the Chris Gardiner who used to be at our school?"
"Yes," Matt affirmed, "He left the same year Julia left the High School, just before we started."
I sniggered. "She's got a photo of him in his Pilot's uniform, has she?"
"Yeah, and some others when he was in the Sixth Form when he did running and there's one in his school uniform as well."
"I've seen the running ones too," I replied, "But I've got some where he isn't in any uniform at all!"
There was a silence then Matt asked quietly, "What d'you mean?"
"I'll tell you, then you can see them on Monday before First Aid if you come round. I can say you're coming round to do some revision."
I then gave Matt a detailed description of the set, from those in the showers and someone's bedroom to the two posed ones. I said I didn't know who the other lads were in the first lot but Matt questioned me very closely on what Chris looked like, especially between the legs. At least I was able to tell him he beat Chris hands down! All this took quite a bit of time including telling him I'd also found a pack of three French letters as well which made him catch his breath. I didn't say it was a good job there wasn't one missing but I guessed from his silence he was thinking the same as me! I also told him the shorts I had been wearing were Chris's and his mother had given me loads of his old clothes, including a jockstrap. He wanted to know more and I said he could have the other pair of shorts if he wanted them and he squeezed my cock most enthusiastically and it was clear neither of us could contain our spunk any longer so we just had to toss each other off. I then had to go through the whole story and description at least three times until at last we fell asleep clutching each other's pricks without any thought of another wank.
*
I woke with a start and a slight headache. Matt was still fast asleep and snoring loudly. I got out of bed and groped my way across the room and pulled back the curtains. It was pissing down with rain and looked very dark and gloomy. I made my way to the bathroom and plunged my head in a washbasin of cold water. That cleared the headache but I also had a raging thirst which I slaked with two tumblers of water. Feeling a lot better I had a slash and realised we'd only had one wank apiece the night before even though we'd talked for ages about Chris and the photos. We'd both been pretty tired even before that and I'd felt a bit squiffy so if that was the effect of alcohol I could do without it even though it was nice at the time!
I got back into bed beside Matt and felt for his prick. It was his usual stiffy. I gave it a few gentle squeezes and it went harder. So did mine, even without thinking about it! Matt woke and grunted a couple of times and his hand reached down and encircled my now erect cock.
"I need it bad," he whispered as his hips shuddered and his rod twitched in my fist.
I flicked the towel from the chair beside the bed where I had chucked it the night before after our session and put it between us. Just in time. As I gripped his prick tightly he jerked it violently in my hand and deposited a great load of spunk all over me.
"Whooh," he went, with obvious relief, "Oh, God, that was good!"
It was also very quick!
"Case of premature ejaculation, eh, Matt?" I surmised.
He opened his eyes and grinned.
"No, that wasn't, I was all ready and waiting! I just needed the little extra assistance or I bet it'ld have been a wet dream." He snickered. "I was just dreaming I was being tossed off by Dunc and that Chris was there too. And then it was only you!" He stopped and looked steadily at me. "I didn't mean that, Jacko, not that it was only you. You know what I mean." He reached for the towel and wiped it over my spunk-spattered torso. "Hey, you want it too!"
He was still holding my tool and kneaded it as he spoke. Without saying any more he ducked his head and took my length fully into his mouth and sucked hard. As he did so he pulled my foreskin down over my knob and I knew I would also have a quick ejaculation. My hips not only shuddered they arched and he caught the full force of a mighty gush in the back of his mouth. I heard him swallow noisily as he continued to suck even harder working the base of my prick up and down steadily with his hand. I felt myself coming again and let him have a second instalment which seemed as copious as the first. He sucked greedily at my dick and it kept hard for ages. I didn't think I could have managed a third load although I still had fiery feelings at the base of my cock. I put a hand out and lifted his head and withdraw my still erect cock. I looked down at it and realised it was getting longer by the week. Crikey, if it keeps on like this I would soon catch up with Matt and my cousins.
"Matt, do you think my cock is growing bigger?" I asked in a whisper.
He raised himself and a pair of very sticky lips pressed on mine as a hand explored my rigid, very sensitive length. A sticky tongue flicked against my lips and, as I opened my mouth to ask the question again, it entered and explored my tongue. The hand tightened on my tool and pulled down sharply, once, twice, three times. On the fourth downward stroke a violent explosion hit me between the legs and a third stream of spunk shot from my knob end. Oh my God, three times in a row in a lot less than ten minutes. My thoughts were racing. The sticky lips moved across to my ear.
"You've got a great cock and it's much bigger than it was a month ago. I know 'cause I remember how it felt in my hand," he whispered. "And I haven't shot my stuff so many times as quick as that. Gosh, we both wanted it badly this morning didn't we?"
We lay side by side and felt each other all over in silence until I realised it was getting quite light. I leaned over and looked at my watch.
"Come on Matt, it's a quarter past seven. Let's get up."
I rolled over onto him and gently bit his nose and slid out of bed on the other side. I was in the bath when he came through and went for a pee. He then joined me and we soaped each other and then submerged to get the lather off. As we got out of the bath there was the usual thump on the bedroom door so I went over as I was and let Bran in. He gave my naked self a doggy inspection and went through to the bathroom where he sat by the door and watched as Matt dried himself. I went back to get dressed and heard Matt explaining to Bran that there was to be no rolling about on the floor today as we were all clean. Bran, however had the last word. As Matt came through the door he butted him on the backside and, as Matt turned, gave his dangling tool a swipe with his tongue. Matt clutched at his equipment and backed into the bedroom. I was in fits as Bran sidestepped him, gave him a lick on the bum and came and sat by me surveying a rather startled Matt.
"I think that dog fancies you," I said, giggling and patting Bran on the head, "You'd better watch it or he might catch you unawares. I wouldn't bend down if he's behind you!"
Matt stood contemplating us, then dropped his guard and came over and stood in front of Bran. He put a finger on Bran's upturned nose.
"I don't know what he means," he informed Bran with a stern look on his face, "But you behave yourself or you don't come in here! Do you understand?"
"Hey, Matt, he was only playing," I said in Bran's defence putting my arm round his neck, "Go on Bran, just give him a lick to show you were."
To my astonishment and Matt's surprise the dog did just that. He stretched out his neck and plonked a wet tongue right on Matt's midriff. Bran then looked up at me and I could have sworn he grinned again. Matt patted him on the head and ruffled his ears.
"All forgiven, now," Matt said, "Just sit there while I get dressed!"
"You're not scared now he might take a fancy to a nice sausage for breakfast, eh, Matt?" I asked, putting an arm round Bran's neck.
"No, of course not, it was just you lot that made me think he might," he replied as he quickly pulled on various bits of clothing. He ran his hands across his hair and looked at himself in the mirror.
I looked down at his legs between the bottom of his shorts and his long socks.
"If your legs get any hairier you won't have to wear any socks!" I said pointedly.
He peered down as well and stuck out a leg to inspect the luxuriant black growth more closely.
"Yep, they are quite hairy, aren't they?" he replied and waggled the leg, "It'll keep me warm in the winter, eh?" He looked down at mine. "You've got black hair coming as well. You're beginning to grow quite quickly now 'cause you're much taller than you were before Christmas when we were here."
The bell rang sharply and interrupted our comparisons. Bran turned and made for the door and we followed. Breakfast waits for no man!
After breakfast it was still pouring with rain so we decided to explore the house again and after being given a list of things to move from one place to another had a great time. We ended up in the attics and found even more boxes of interesting things, a lot dating from Piers' schooldays. We found several other boxing gloves and returned the pair of wank-preventers, as Matt called them, to join the rest. Lunch-time came and having dusted ourselves off we helped Miss P to finish off the remains of cold chicken from the night before. She said how much she had enjoyed the evening and hoped we did. We agreed and Matt said he'd learned a lot he hadn't known about his sister Julia from his conversation with Elizabeth. Miss P laughed and said Elizabeth usually managed to put her foot in it but she wasn't all that bad really. Miss P said she had to go and deal with egg-grading but as she went out added that Aunt Mary had put a pile of music by the piano that morning.
As it was still raining hard Matt said he would have another look around in the attic if I wanted to play the piano so I spent a couple of hours going through the pile playing through pieces by sight. Just after three I was feeling pretty tired so I shut the piano and shooed Bran into the kitchen and went upstairs to have a lie down.
When I opened the bedroom door I found Matt already lying on the bed reading a small book. He said he'd found it at the back of one of the cupboards in the attic when he was moving things around. It turned out to be Piers' diary for 1916 when he was still at school. Matt said most of the entries seemed to be about what had happened at school with notes about his friends and the results of games. After he'd finished flicking through the pages I had a look and discovered something most interesting.
"Matt, didn't you notice something when you were reading this?"
"What's that?" he responded looking puzzled, "He's just written about what was going on at school mostly, hasn't he?"
"Look carefully." I pushed the book over to him. "What do you see every day on this page?"
He scanned the page, some time in May.
"Says here they played cricket Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and someone called Bodgers gave him lines to do. Is that it?"
"No, look at the end of each day," I instructed him.
"Just full stops," he said. Then the light dawned. "But he doesn't need two or three full stops at the end of a sentence, does he?" He grinned up at me. "It's a code, like your's and Tony's isn't it? Every time he tossed off, eh?"
"I think so," I said, but, before I could have another look Matt had turned the pages back to the beginning of May.
"Crumbs, there's always an extra full stop and sometimes two and sometimes three," he said admiringly. "Here have a look."
He thrust the book at me and then was busy counting on his fingers. I turned back to Saturday, January 1st with the entry `Rode over to Ashburn Farm with A. Got two duck. ..'
"Look Matt, there's two extra dots here so that means twice that day."
"What about today that year, April 13th, 'cause that would be some time past his sixteenth birthday?" asked Matt.
I turned the pages.
"Gosh, April the 13th was a Thursday as well," I replied, "He was still at school 'cause it says `Rugger against P lost 10 0.' Then there's a small cross and a dot. I bet that cross is his code for someone doing it to him."
"Let's have a look," he said eagerly taking the book from me. "Yeah, there's only dots in the Easter holiday." He flicked the pages. "Hey, look here. In the summer he's here and he mentions James." He looked over at me. "That's James Pike in the pictures, Miss P's brother, isn't it? And he would have been seventeen." He peered at the book again. "Gosh, it's all crosses for three weeks. You were right when you said they probably did it to each other." His finger moved back down the pages. "Crikey, there's always two and quite a few threes, then when he says James went home he's back to two or three dots!"
It was odd that Piers should use the same code as me. Piers and Pierre were very much alike in other ways then! While still turning the pages of the book we were disturbed again by an urgent tapping at the door. It was Bran. Matt shut the book and put it on a shelf in the cupboard almost as if he didn't want the dog to see what we'd been reading. Bran looked about the room and then sat by the door looking at us. I glanced at my watch.
"Come on, Matt, it's tea-time," I announced. Then added, "We can have a good look at the diary later and we can see tomorrow if there are any others up in the attic."
It was even odder because when we got back from tea Matt went straight to the cupboard to get the diary and moved some books which were standing there and what should be behind them but two other small books. These turned out to be his diaries for 1915 and 1917 and a quick flick through revealed masses of extra full stops and quite a few small crosses.
"Crumbs, Jacko," Matt said admiringly after looking through most of the pages in one of the diaries, "This one's 1915 and he had a pal from his form, Gordon something, staying over Easter and they'd certainly been at it. Look, on Easter Monday there's five crosses!" He riffled through the pages. "I don't think he missed a day!"
"Huhn, just like you," I said, checking on a second book, the one for 1917, noting a continuous succession of extra full-stops and numerous crosses, "Gosh, I've found three days here with five dots and there are very few with only one so he didn't miss many! He certainly liked it, didn't he?"
Matt was mumbling to himself and this went on for a long time until I realised he was totting up the grand total in his book so I started to count up mine. I finished it long before him and noted that in 1917 he had a total of eight hundred and ninety extra marks so I picked up the one for 1916 and had just reached a total of nine hundred and twelve when Matt announced his one came to eight hundred and fifty eight. I scribbled down the three numbers on a bit of paper which fell out of my volume and got a grand total of two thousand six hundred and sixty over the three years. Matt watched me intently as I did the sums. I then divided by three and by three hundred and sixty five, not bothering about the leap year.
"Gosh, Matt, he did it two and a half times on average every day those three years," I said with amazement, "That's about seventeen times a week." I thought for a moment to what Matt had told me on the journey. "Not quite so many as you this week so you and he make a fine pair! I wonder if he wore a hole in his dick as well?"
Matt looked at me and smirked, "Yeah, I wonder how many times I've done it?" He looked serious. "I wish I'd thought of keeping a diary like you. Have you counted yours up yet?"
"No, I haven't and I'm not going to until I've been doing it a year then I'll tell you. But I don't think it's as many as him, or you!"
"Anyway, I want it now!" he said emphatically jumping off the bed and whipping his shorts and pants down. He had his shirt up and his prick in his hand within seconds and began belabouring his massive tool which rose swiftly. I slid off the bed and threw the towel down in front of him and stepped behind him and, without losing his beat, grabbed his cock and continued tossing him off. He took quite a while to come but after some throaty grunts he squirted a fair stream of spunk up into the air and breathed out deeply.
"Oh, God, that was good!" he sighed, "I really needed that. Duncan wanted to know if I had sudden urges, 'cause he did, and I said I did and that was certainly one! Thanks, Jacko." He paused in the torrent of words. "What about you?"
My dick was stirring but I wanted a really intense and longer lasting encounter so I shook my head. Crumbs! I had sudden urges but I don't think as bad as that! And what was that about Duncan?
"No, Matt," I said, "I'll wait until tonight. Anyway, it's time we got ready for dinner. And you tell me about what Duncan said."
Matt shrugged his shoulders as if to say any time's the time when you want it and then said that Duncan said all boys had sudden urges and a need for a good wank and wasn't it a relief. I thought about it and agreed but wondered if some boys' urges were more sudden that others! Oh well, more to find out from Tom! As this conversation went on we tidied ourselves up and then went downstairs.
As soon as we got into bed that night I turned to Matt and asked if he was surprised when I said I'd found the French letters in Chris's belongings. Matt had obviously been mulling over the same thing.
"At least it was a full packet," he said, "I wonder if he thought Julia might have..."
He paused and I nudged him and continued before he went on. "It might have been a second packet," I said mischievously.
"My sister's not like that," he retorted hotly, "You're not to say things like that!"
Well, well, he was being defensive of his sister's good name! I did the only thing to calm him down. I reached down and held his stiffening cock.
"You like doing things and so did Chris and the other is just like I've done to you."
"But they're not married!"
"Nor are we."
"You know what I mean. You're not supposed to do it to girls unless you're married to them."
"But those things stop babies so I don't suppose it matters then."
Matt was getting very worked up.
"I heard Mum say to Julia once she had to be careful or she wouldn't be responsible for the consequences and Julia rushed up to her room and slammed the door. Do you think it was because she and Chris...?"
"I don't know," I said, "I haven't got a sister. Mike's got four and one's just got married."
To calm him down a bit I told him about Mike watching Eamonn tossing off. It didn't calm him down as he wanted to be tossed off himself and then he gave me my fourth for the day. Nice and slow! Aaaah!
*
Aunt Mary asked us at breakfast if we minded cycling out to Ashburn House to take some eggs to old Lady Bing and check whether she was well enough to come to dinner with her daughter the next evening. Miss P was having a good giggle while this was going on and went off before we could find out the reason. Aunt Mary supplied us with directions and we set off on our bikes with a large basket tied to my handlebars. Bran decided he would come with us and loped along as we rode down the country lanes.
Ashburn House was about five miles away so it didn't take long, except it had an enormous drive edged by a very tall hedge of trees and bushes. We found a side entrance to the huge house and left Bran guarding our bikes. An elderly maid answered the door and took us through to a large room overlooking a ploughed up paddock. The maid took the basket and the envelope with the message in and disappeared off. A few minutes later an equally elderly lady came into the room and said her mother was not yet up but was delighted at the invitation and they would both be glad to come. She seemed a bit formidable and, if this was the daughter, how old was the mother? Then she asked who we were and Matt explained he was Captain Ward's son and his father was in the Navy and I was Dr Thomson's son and we often visited Mrs Crossley with her great-nephew. She visibly thawed as Matt told his tale and I noticed she was looking at me very intently.
When he had finished she asked if we would like to have some tea and home-made biscuits. Of course, we assented to this invitation. She rang the bell and the elderly maid came back and took the instructions and we were taken into an even larger drawing-room. This house was much bigger than Mrs Crossley's! I got over my initial nervousness and asked if this was Ashburn Farm as I remembered that was where Piers had ridden that January the first and got two duck. I found out that Ashburn Farm belonged to the estate but was further down the winding lane. She wanted to know why and I told her. She smiled and said she had known Piers very well and she said her husband had also been killed in the Great War. She took us through to another room which was even larger still and this had lots of portraits on the walls and she pointed out both her husband, looking very handsome in officer's uniform, and Lady Bing's late husband, Sir Walter. There was even a photo of Piers on the ornate sideboard. She picked it up and held it out for me to see, at the same time peering intently again at me. After Matt had told her all about wanting to go into the Navy like his father, and we'd had a cup of tea each and fresh biscuits, it was time for us to leave. There was still no sign of Lady Bing but her daughter said that she and her mother would arrive at six as they were used to dining early these days to save electricity.
Miss P was in the kitchen when we got back to Ulvescott, tired and very hungry. Matt gave Bran a large bowl of water and Miss P found some leftover bits for him.
"How did you get on with the Duchess?" she asked as soon as we were settled at the table.
"The Duchess?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes, her husband was a Duke but he didn't come back from the Somme like many others. We didn't tell you she was a Duchess in case you were too overawed."
"I thought she was jolly nice," said Matt, stoutly. "She said she was glad I was going into the Navy as they needed lads like me!"
Miss P twinkled at me. "And what about you, Jacko, what did you think?"
"I was a bit nervous when we first met her but she was very nice especially when Matt was telling her about his plans. And we had tea and biscuits," I added.
Miss P grinned. "Yes, she's alright when she unbends and you must have made an impression on her. Wait until you meet mother though, she's ninety something this year!"
After lunch we went round to see if Hans and Herr Vogel wanted any help. Miss P gave us some bread and chicken to give them. However, Hans was alone and sawing away. He eyed the proffered gifts with enthusiasm and promptly ate the lot leaving none for Herr Vogel. He explained he was back at the camp and wasn't coming to the house today so why waste good food. He said the food had cheered him up as he was missing his family and it was his birthday next week. I translated this for Matt who quite spontaneously went up to Hans and put his hand on his arm and said he was sorry and he hoped the War would be over soon then everyone would be happy and everyone could be with their families. Poor old Hans, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry when I told him all this. He reached out and gave Matt a real bear-hug and grasped my hand at the same time. After that we sat and talked for about an hour with me translating back and forth and I think Hans was a lot more cheerful when we left him and said we would be round to say cheerio next day as we were going home on Sunday morning.
I had a really good practice before dinner that evening and Bran sat quietly beside me as I played. Mrs Crossley asked if I minded playing to Lady Bing and her daughter the next evening before dinner and I said I would be delighted. She explained that in her younger days Lady Bing had been a famous singer and came from a very musical family.
Matt was still very inquisitive over the things I had found of Chris's when we went to bed. After a while and when we were both in a very high state of randiness through stroking and squeezing each other's rigid cocks he leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Would you like to do something without a French letter?"
He then giggled and turned over in bed and guided my erect tool into the crack of his bum.
I didn't need any second bidding, but I did need some lubrication which fortunately was to hand in the jar on the chest by the bed. I stretched out an arm and quickly uncapped it and plopped a dollop on the end of my dick and smeared a finger full into his crack. He wriggled his buttocks and I poised myself. I reached round him and stroked his balls which made him wriggle again and then I pushed slowly and firmly on his puckered hole. It was quite easy. He relaxed and I slid slowly in. We turned together until he was on his front and, as he raised his rear a bit, I pressed further in rocking back and forth slowly but firmly. He responded by squeezing my length by contracting his muscles and I felt my stuff was going to be forced out of me very quickly if I couldn't slow things down. I couldn't stop and felt the usual deep throbbing beginning. I thrust down harder so my dick was in as far as possible and came with a whole series of massive jerks of my whole lower body. Poor Matt collapsed on the bed with me still bumping my pelvis against his buttocks as I shot my load. Even when the hefty jerks stopped I still twitched with my dick fully rigid in him.
I didn't want to withdraw and left my cock in as long as I could. Matt was panting by this time and was ready for his own eruption. I manoeuvred us over onto his left side with me still impaling him and tucked the towel round his cock. I put my hand inside the towel and grasped his prick and tossed him off to a series of grunts and whistlings through his open mouth. We lay still for ages after he came while I slowly softened and withdrew. I slid off the bed and went to the bathroom and washed my cock. While I was doing this Matt came in for a pee and to clean himself up. When I had finished I stood and watched as he dried himself.
"Did you like that?" he whispered, "I did!"
I went towards him and held out my hand and stroked his cock. "Yep, I did too, and I've got a sudden urge again now as well!"
We got back into bed and immediately lay head to cock across the bed and slowly sucked each other off. We came almost together with much gentler jerks and twitches than the last time and moved to lie head to head. All I remember after that was holding Matt's hand to my cock as I drifted off to sleep.
*
At least the sun was trying to shine when I pulled the curtains back on Saturday morning. Matt was still asleep so I washed and dressed and let Bran in when he bumped at the door. He immediately went up to the bed and nuzzled Matt and woke him up. I stood and watched as Matt and Bran had one of their wrestling matches. Bran rolled over onto his back and squirmed and wriggled as Matt tickled his chest and stomach then he flipped over and floored Matt with quite a thump. He then set about licking Matt's face and then his neck and chest and I could imagine what might happen if he proceeded further down. Matt's cock in any case was not exactly limp! However, with a final lick Bran sat up on his back legs, one paw on Matt's chest with Matt helplessly giggling, and looked up at me as if to say `I am the winner!'. Bran delicately removed his paw and stood on all fours and came over to me and licked my outstretched hand. I patted him on the head as Matt struggled pantingly to his feet.
"Gosh, he's a dog, isn't he?" he said, rather obviously, "Wish I could take him home."
"You wanted to do that last time you were here," I reminded him, "What would you feed him on, anyway?"
"Don't know, but I like him," he said wistfully, "But I think he's really your dog, you know, he thinks you're Piers!"
At this Bran gave a low growl and licked my hand again. He was a strange dog!
Matt went off and washed while I fished out my diary and made a note of what we had done the last couple of days. I also put my own quota of marks and did a quick count. I took it into the bathroom where Matt was surveying his freshly washed body in the long mirror.
"Hey, Matt," I said, pointing to the book, "You know we were counting up Piers' weekly score." He nodded. "Well, since last Saturday, that's a week with last night, mine's the same, seventeen."
Matt grinned. "You'd better wait until tonight 'cause you'll beat that - I have haven't I?"
I didn't respond to that but went back to the bedroom and waited for him to reappear. He came back whistling tunelessly and sat on the edge of the bed idly caressing his now almost rigid cock.
"What shall we do today?" he asked.
"If you keep doing that you'll have a quick reply!" I retorted.
Rude boy! He stuck his tongue out and at the same time pulled down hard on his rod pulling his skin down over his knob.
"Watch this," he said with emphasis, snatching up the towel on the pillow and chucking it on the floor, "Piers has nothing on me!"
He slid down onto the edge of the bed and half sat with his legs wide open as he jacked himself off. I noticed that Bran was watching him intently as he pumped away and as he shot his load over the towel Bran gave a little bark.
"I don't know if Bran approves of your nasty habits," I said as the final drops squirted from his knob, "He's a very refined dog and it was bad enough with Roo doing it in front of him."
Gosh, this really did affect Matt. His hand dropped from his prick and he had a look of dismay on his face.
"You don't think he knows about all this?" he asked with great concern in his voice.
I went over to where Bran was sitting on his haunches and put my arm run his neck. He looked up at me and, again, I could have sworn he gave me a grin.
"Of course he does," I improvised, "Dogs have their own ways of pleasing themselves and I expect he knows all about humans as well without you and Roo whacking off in front of him."
"You're pulling my leg," Matt said, but still concerned.
"Not so much as you pulling that thing in front of him!" I said giving Bran a hug. "He'll teach you evil habits, won't he?" I said addressing Bran.
"You told me he knew all about it!" he said crossly, realising I wasn't being serious. With that he stalked off to the bathroom and I heard the water running noisily into the sink.
I hugged Bran and he licked my hand. He pulled his head free and walked to the bathroom door. I followed and watched as he went over to where Matt was standing and nudged his leg. Then he raised his head and licked Matt's bare arm. Matt smiled, all was forgiven!
I went back to the bedroom and Bran came through a moment later. He walked to the door and waited while I went over and opened it and went downstairs together.
I was already tucking into breakfast when Matt came in all apologetic to Miss P who appeared at that moment with a rack of hot toast.
"We've got a busy day today," she said cheerfully, "Lady Bing and the Duchess, us four and Miriam for dinner tonight. Two of the women from the village are coming in to help Mrs Brown and Dora. It's got to be just so!" She pursed her lips and held up a finger and thumb. "Now, we shall need some wine so could you fetch it up?" She drew out a piece of paper from a pocket and consulted it. "1929 tonight, third door. Here's the list and the key is on the rack in the pantry." She put the paper on the table in front of me. "And you'll play before dinner, won't you Jacko? They'll be here by six o'clock."
I looked up and nodded and managed to empty my mouth completely before answering.
"Yes, I'll play through the pieces I did for Grade Six. I know them off by heart now."
"And shall I hand round the sherry?" asked Matt, obviously not wanting to be left out of things.
"Good idea," said Miss P, "And you'd better bring up another bottle of that as well. You'll find that in room six, it's the same as the bottle in the pantry."
We chomped through breakfast then descended to the cellar. The mystery of the locked doors was to be revealed! I picked up the keys to four doors and we found all the rooms contained dozens of bottles, all carefully labelled. The ones on our list were easily found and we lugged those and the bottle of sherry up to the pantry.
"No buried treasure down there," said Matt sadly, as I hung the keys back on the rack.
"I bet all that wine's worth a bob or two, though," I said, having never seen so many bottles before.
"D'you think so?" asked Matt, "There's plenty of it."
"We'll ask Tony, he'll know."
Both Hans and Herr Vogel were in the wood barn when we got there and as we helped them I heard Herr Vogel explaining how they made wine to Matt so somehow he must have said about the rooms full of wine bottles. I told Hans and he laughed and said he'd guessed that's what was in them and he'd seen Sergeant Higgs once looking through the basement door with a furtive air, but he'd scuttled off as Hans approached. I said I would tell Mrs Crossley so she could check to see if anything was missing.
Mrs Crossley wasn't around at lunch time but we told Miss P about Hans seeing Sergeant Higgs snooping in the cellar. She said they had suspected something and she would get Mrs Crossley to check the contents. Then of course, while we were having lunch, Matt suddenly remembered we hadn't done any First Aid revision that day so to appease him we spent an hour going over the first few chapters. We bandaged Bran's leg and he didn't mind and in the end I left him with Matt who was still reading and went to practice the piano. I hadn't been playing long before both came into the room.
"Sorry, Jacko," said Matt, rather breathlessly, "Bran got really tied up in knots trying to get the bandage off when he heard you start to play."
Bran sat by the piano quite calmly now and Matt disappeared with the First Aid book into the study. I was so engrossed I didn't realise how time flew. It was Matt again, this time summoning me to tea in the breakfast room. The kitchen was a flurry of activity and we were told to have a look at the dining room by Miss P. This was laid up very formally and she explained we would be having four courses and if we didn't know to watch her to find out which cutlery to use!
Time was getting on so we went up to get washed and changed and made ourselves look as smart as possible. Miriam was already sitting in the drawing room when we came down again and gave us a friendly grin.
"Big night tonight, boys," she said conspiratorially, "We've got to make a good impression on the Duchess and her Mum! Are you going to play, Jacko?"
I said I was and settled myself on the piano stool and launched into my now well-rehearsed recital. I'd been playing for a while when I heard the grand entrance and Miriam and Matt being introduced. I finished the piece I was playing and stood up. Sitting next to the Duchess was a very old, but very spry lady in an old-fashioned long dress.
"Thank you," she said inclining her head, "I particularly liked the Haydn you were playing then."
I thanked her and was about to leave the piano.
"Do you know any Brahms?" Lady Bing enquired.
I said I did and sat down to play a lullaby I'd learned some time ago.
Lady Bing was smiling when I turned round.
"Very great composer was Brahms. I knew him, sang to him first of all in '80, very complimentary. You must learn some more, one of the Rhapsodies." He turned to her daughter. "Stella," she ordered, "Play number one."
The Duchess was deep in conversation with Mrs Crossley but stood up obediently and came over to the piano. She gave me a wry smile and winked. Winked at by a Duchess!
She sat and launched into a very spirited performance of something I'd heard Mrs Tring play one day. She was good and everyone sat up to listen.
As soon as she finished, before the last note had died away completely, Lady Bing commented in a loud voice, "Only piece she can play properly..."
A deathly silence ensued, broken by Lady Bing continuing, "...Properly without the music. Plays quite well otherwise, don't you think?"
This remark was addressed to me. The Duchess had left the piano and had resumed her seat so I was facing her as well. She looked intently at me.
"Yes, I liked that, I'm not good enough yet to play something like that but I've heard my music teacher play it." I said, hoping that answer would be sufficient.
"Stella had the best teachers, too," continued Lady Bing, "Wouldn't practice though. Too busy riding horses. And I haven't sung for thirty years now so I like to hear good playing. That new invention the wireless is good. Do you listen?"
I said I did and then had to list the last three concerts I'd listened to which she said she had also heard and told me that she had also known Sir Edward and had met Verdi on one of her tours in Italy. I was most impressed but was at last rescued by Matt intervening and asking if more sherry was wanted. Luckily Lady Bing held out her glass for replenishment and the cross examination finished. Miriam signalled to me that my glass was on the side table and I went and sat by her as Lady Bing launched into an interrogation of Matt and his accomplishments and future plans.
At last someone rang the dinner gong and we filed into the dining room. As youngest I had to escort Lady Bing who proceeded to give me a résumé of her life as we sat through dinner, which, actually, I found fascinating. She had studied in Germany and I asked her, in German, where, and we continued the conversation in German for some time much to the amusement of the others. She had also met and knew many famous musicians, some I hadn't heard of but made a mental note to ask Mrs Tring. As we ate I kept an eye on Miss P so I hoped I didn't make any errors with the cutlery, or the glasses. I had three glasses of wine and felt very full and very happy when we left the table. Lady Bing remarked that she didn't expect the gentlemen would stay at table for cigars and we could continue our conversation in the drawing room.
With all the eating and talking it was ten o'clock before Lady Bing announced they must be off. We all went to the front door where a very ancient motor car was standing. The Duchess proceeded to start it up using a crank handle and then hopped in very quickly and drove off with both waving through the open windows.
"Well, Jacko," said Mrs Crossly as I went up the steps with her, "You managed that all very well. Poor Stella does have to put up with a great deal."
I said I'd had a marvellous evening and I quite liked Lady Bing who was most interesting.
"Good for you," replied Mrs Crossley, "It took the pressure off Stella, anyway."
Miriam had left at the same time as the others and Mrs Crossley and Miss P said they were off to bed so Matt and I followed suit.
Matt was giggling as we got to the room.
"I had five glasses of that wine," he said, tripping over his feet as he closed the door. "And look at this!"
He dropped his trousers and pants and displayed a rapidly enlarging dick.
"Come on," he commanded, "I've got a sudden urge."
I had to rush and have a quick pee and when I got back he was already lying in bed with a big grin on his face. I was beside him within moments and then head to tail as we sucked at each other avidly. I came first, even if he had a sudden urge, and, as I was pumping the last squirts of come into his mouth, I felt his muscles go taut. I had my lips clamped round the base of his knob end as he started to jerk. I gave his knob a final lick and felt his mouth tighten round my still stiff prick just before he sprayed the inside of my mouth with a tremendous amount of spunk. I swallowed hard as his prick pushed further into my mouth and we lay still gently sucking on each other for a couple of minutes. Matt's dick began to soften so I let it drop from my mouth. He did the same with mine, although it was still rigid.
"Need a pee," he whispered and disappeared off to the bog.
I rearranged myself and felt my still engorged tool. I wanted it again!
Matt slid back into bed and turned his back on me.
"Need my beauty sleep now," he whispered.
I need another wank or something, I thought. He was soon snoring softly and I was determined not to waste my erection. I felt over the top of the bedside cabinet and located the ever useful jar. I put the towel between us and put the usual dollop of Vaseline on my knob end. Although it was cool it only served to make me want to come even more. I nestled up to Matt and guided my dick into the crack of his arse and felt for his ring. I drew my finger end across it and pressed slightly. He was very relaxed and my finger went in easily. I took my finger away and guided my dick to the spot, pushed and it went in easily. I rocked back and forth as my dick slid in as far as it could. Matt was responding with slight tightenings of his muscles and then I felt myself coming. My thighs jerked against him and I grunted with open mouth against his neck. I must have produced a colossal amount as I felt contraction after contraction as my spunk pumped into him. I lay very still and let his movements massage my still hard, aching prick.
"That was lovely," he murmured and promptly began to snore more deeply.
I withdrew bitbybit and holding my still erect cock I went to the bathroom to give it a good wash. It gradually softened as I washed it and when I looked in the mirror I was very pleased to note that even over the last month it had really grown longer. As I crept back into bed I thought that perhaps my cousins, or even Matt, wouldn't be beating me for length much longer!