CHAPTER 25
Awake again bright and early. That was more than could be said for the day. Still, I struggled from my pit, donned my running kit and was off before Ma and Pa stirred. In fact, when I got back neither had yet stirred. The kitchen was empty, no welcoming smell of hot porridge nor even of burnt toast! Then I remembered. Uncle Alfred, the Holy Yank, was arriving and Ma and Pa were having at least the morning off. That was what Pa said as he pointed out he had to go into work during the afternoon. I went upstairs, stripped off, washed and changed and at long last heard sounds indicating that breakfast would soon be ready.
After breakfast Pa was banished to his study and I was told to practice. I did my little best and found I rather liked the new pieces. Even Ma was complimentary when I emerged at eleven for tea and biscuits. Of course, sitting in the kitchen with Ma meant language practice as well. Again I was complimented, I think my conversations with Hans were paying off. Then suddenly great excitements. We all heard a car entering the drive and all rushed to the front door. It wasn't a car, it was a jeep! A real American jeep driven by a large American officer. This was Uncle Alfred!
The arrival had caused quite a stir. A small convoy of kids on bikes had followed it into the road and I noticed a couple of curtains twitching across the road and I bet Mrs Peters from next door was stretching her neck. The greetings were most effusive. Ma wanted to know how her sister was and then she suddenly burst into tears. I hadn't seen Ma like that before! I was introduced and Uncle Alfred gripped my hand with a bear-like fist. We all went into the large front room and sat Uncle Alfred down. He said he could do with a good cup of `cawfee', then produced a pack of coffee from the bag he was clutching. Ma disappeared off and he and Pa chatted on about his trip and, obviously, Pa was trying to find out why he was in England with several boatloads of American troops. He started by telling us he'd offered to come as Chaplain, had been immediately commissioned and next thing he knew he was on the ship to England. All he knew about so many troops coming over was that something big was being planned.
After the good cup of coffee Ma announced that lunch was ready and we had to have it early as Pa had to go to work for the rest of the day. First, though, I was despatched out to the front gate with a handful of packets of gum with instructions to hand them round with the compliments of the American people! There was quite a gaggle of interested kids gawping and speculating about the jeep. What a scramble! I had to resort to opening each packet and distributing a couple of strips to each outstretched hand. I had to explain he was my uncle from America who was a clergyman come to visit us. Gosh, this caused amazement as some small child said their vicar only had a push-bike! I relayed all this when I went back in and it caused great amusement so Uncle Alfred insisted on going out to talk to all the kids. They were still peering at the jeep as he went out and just stood open-mouthed as he told them all about himself and said he would give some a ride in the afternoon. He pointed at five of them and told them to be back at two o'clock. They all disappeared and we went back in for lunch.
Over lunch there were more questions especially from Ma.
"How are your two boys?" she enquired, "They're Charles and Samuel, aren't they?"
"Yep, that's right, just coming up to sixteen they are," he replied chuckling and reached into one of his breast pockets and drew out a wallet. Opening it he took out several photos and passed them to Ma. "They're a couple of real spunky youngsters. Here you are," he said, pointing to one of the photos, "There's Chuck and Sam at baseball." He pointed at a second one, "And there they're on the junior football squad."
I craned my neck and had a look. The term `spunky youngsters' caused an inward giggle and from what I could see there was little doubt it was correct. In the first photo there were a pair of grinning, dark haired lads, kitted out in white shirts, knee breeches and socks, one holding, what I was then told was a baseball bat, and the other some sort of over-sized glove. The second photo had them dressed up in very wide-shouldered shirts with huge numbers on them, peculiar white knee breeches again and holding helmets with wire over the faces. I also realised the pictures were in full colour, not like all the photos I had ever seen so far!
"They play football in those clothes?" I asked, thinking of the rather different attire we wore for rugger.
"Dangerous game, American football," Pa said, "They need all that armour plating, don't they Alfred?"
Uncle Alfred chuckled again. "Sure do," he said, "It's not some cissy game like that rugby of yours!"
"Come off it, Alfred," Pa said with a grin, "We've been through all this before. Your lot have to wear all that clobber so they don't hurt themselves, poor things! And what about that other game? Our girls play that over here and they call it rounders!"
Uncle Alfred burst into laughter. "You're just the same, James, I won't fall for that one," he said. "I remember you and your brother tried to get me to play rugby when we stayed at your parents' house up in Cheshire before we went back to the States. No sir, no thank you! Too cold for one thing!"
Pa laughed and forked up another mouthful. Uncle Alfred looked a bit more serious.
"I nearly forgot," he said, taking a piece of paper from his wallet. "D'you know a school here, a Catholic school, St Brendan's College?"
"Yes," I piped up, "That's where Mike O'Brien goes."
Pa looked up. "That's right, that's the son of one of my colleagues. He goes there. Why do you want to know? You haven't converted have you?"
This set Uncle Alfred off into a hoot of laughter.
"No sir! I'm still an unregenerate Protestant though half the soldiers call me Father. No, it's quite a story. One of my parishioners was in an automobile accident about a month ago and was taken to hospital and asked for me. The police officer who was there came over and told Annette as I was still at the University. As he was leaving he saw that picture of Kerslake Cathedral we have in our hall." He looked at Ma. "It's the one you sent us before the war and we had it framed. Anyway, he looked at it and said his grandmother used to have one on her wall just like it and wasn't it some place in England. Annette said it was and her sister lived in Kerslake and I was going to England as a Chaplain in a couple of weeks time. Anyway, Annette told me about the conversation when I got home and I went off to see the parishioner. Then, when I got back the policemen was waiting to see me." He laughed. "Most of our police in Boston are big and Irish, and he was certainly big and very Irish. He called me Father too! He wanted to know if I would be visiting Kerslake while I was in England. I said I certainly would try and he told me his uncle was a Brother at the Catholic school there and his mother, that's the policeman's grandmother, had died at Christmas and one of her wishes was that her son in England should have her rosary. I said I would, if possible, get it to him and he had it all packed ready because his parish priest had said I would do it if I could." He looked at the piece of paper. "It's a Brother Jamieson."
"I know him," I interrupted, "He's in charge of their rugby."
"Is that so," said Uncle Alfred, "And how do I get there? Do you think he'll be there?"
Pa was just to take another forkful but stopped. "I'll find out this afternoon. I can get Joe O'Brien to 'phone and find out."
"Thanks," said Uncle Alfred, "I sure would appreciate that."
We finished lunch and Pa went off. But before he did Uncle Alfred insisted on taking `a coupla snaps' of us with a rather elaborate camera. This done he disappeared out to the jeep and came back soon after with several packages and parcels. These turned out to be various cans and packets of food, some stockings for Ma, two rather colourful pullovers for me - which fitted rather generously - and a box of tobacco for Pa and his pipe. As it was nearly two o'clock I asked if I could see if Tom Buchanan would like to have a ride in the jeep. This was agreed too and I went off to fetch him. He was so pleased as he'd been surreptitiously looking out to see what all the commotion was. The other kids turned up and with Tom and me in the front next to Uncle Alfred we set off. We toured the city with me pointing out the sights and landmarks accompanied by much staring and waving from the populace. The kids in the back loved it and wanted to know if more Americans were coming to Kerslake!
Tom stayed and had some tea and was most amused by the photos of my cousins. We went up to my bedroom after and I told him about Uncle Alfred's description of them as `spunky youngsters'. He dug me in the ribs and said, in a dreadful imitation of an American accent, "I bet!".
When Pa came home he said all was arranged. Mike would accompany us to the school and we were to be there at eleven o'clock in the morning. I also found out Mike was working at the labs as a holiday job.
After supper I left Ma and Pa chatting to Uncle Alfred and went to bed quite early. Quite an exciting day and one which had to be celebrated in the appropriate manner!
*
I was awake bright and early and dressed ready for my run. Ma was in the kitchen when I went down and was singing softly to herself. She seemed most cheerful.
"I've got to go into work today so I'll put lunch for you and your Uncle Alfred in the larder," she said, "And make sure you're not late going to see Brother Jamieson."
I nodded and slipped out of the backdoor and scooted off up the road. As I passed the Buchanans a figure jumped out, it was Tom.
"Saw you go past yesterday so I thought I'd come along today," he said, falling into step. "You're Uncle's great, isn't he!"
I agreed he was and told him about the plan to visit Brother Jamieson. He grunted acknowledgment of the information and we fell silent as we plodded on. We were getting towards home again when Tom started chatting again.
"Mum met Mrs Briggs," he said between breaths, "And she said we'd been playing tennis so Mum's mad as hell with Dunc and told him he's to stay in and study 'cos if he doesn't get a Scholarship he can't go to University when the war's over."
I saw he had a pious grin on his face.
"And what about you?" I enquired.
"She said he'd been leading me astray as I looked tired and worn out."
"We all know why that is, don't we?" I said sarcastically.
"Don't you start," Tom said, elbowing me, "I've had enough from Dunc 'cos he keeps asking me what my score is."
"And what is it?" I asked, elbowing him.
"None of your business," he replied haughtily.
"I bet you haven't beaten Pat Halloran."
"Who's he?"
"Oh, he goes to St John's with me and Matt and Benno."
"Does he go to the Catholic school?"
"Yes, he's a friend of Mike O'Brien."
"I know him, he boxes, doesn't he?"
"Yes, that's him."
"Well what's his score?"
"Twenty-six in a week so he told us."
Tom screwed his face up as he panted along.
"More than me," he said after a few moments thought. "Does he look tired?"
"Not that I've noticed."
"I don't really, it's just what Dunc says. Anyway I wouldn't be running if I was, would I?"
By this time we were approaching our houses from Tom's end of the road. He waved me a cheery goodbye as he peeled off, imitating a fighter plane, through their gate. I continued and was just thinking I would do my dying hero bit on the door mat when I realised Uncle Alfred was standing in the back garden aiming a camera at me.
"Hi there, Jacko, stop a moment," he commanded me.
I stopped and panted a bit then held my breath as he took two or three snaps of me.
"Had to get some pictures to send back home," he explained. "The boys'll want to know all about their English cousin."
We went into the kitchen where Ma was standing.
"Come on you two," she said, "Your breakfast's just about ready." She pointed at me. "Quick wash and change for you and make yourself presentable for visiting Brother Jamieson. And tell your father to hurry up, too!"
I grimaced and went upstairs and thumped on their door. A muffled `All right, all right!" came back and I sped on to my room where I stripped off and washed quite a bit of me, noticing my underarm tufts were slightly more in evidence. My dick started to feel heavy but I needed my breakfast more than a wank so ignored the twitching down below. Later, boy, later!
After Ma and Pa had gone to work Uncle Alfred told me about what he lectured in at Boston, which was Theology, and about the boys and I asked him about America and what it was like. The main impression I got was that it was big, but I had an invitation to visit as soon as I could! He had quite a few more photos, all in this new colour process I hadn't seen before, and we went on chatting until about ten o'clock. We were interrupted by a ring at the backdoor bell. It was Mike. He and Uncle Alfred hit it off at once and he was soon telling my Uncle all about himself and his family.
"You're not one of the black Irish," Uncle Alfred said with a grin, "All our Boston Irish are dark haired - I don't think we have many your colour."
Mike laughed. "Brother Jamieson is certainly black Irish," he said, "He's got the black Irish temper too. We know just how far to go with him!"
I looked at my watch. "I think we'd better be going," I said, "Don't want to make him bad-tempered if we're late."
Uncle Alfred collected a couple of packages and we went out to the jeep. A couple of gawping kids were staring over our fence. Uncle Alfred, from somewhere in his capacious uniform, produced a couple of sticks of gum and flipped them over the fence to them. Anglo-American relations were making great progress!
"You tell me where to go," Uncle Alfred said to Mike as we all settled on the front seat.
"And remember we drive on the left," I said, recalling the couple of times yesterday when quick swerves had to be made.
We arrived at the school in good time and were met as soon as we stopped at the Brothers' house by three black-cassocked figures. I recognised one as Brother Jamieson. The other two were the Headmaster and another senior Brother. We were ushered into a large parlour as the Headmaster called it and offered tea `or something a little stronger'. This last to Uncle Alfred. He assented and while Mike and I were given cups of tea by another black robed figure four tumblers of brownish fluid were placed in front of the clerics. With a flourish Uncle Alfred produced one of his packages and presented it to the headmaster. He unwrapped it. "Bushmills", he breathed and displayed a large bottle of what I surmised was Irish whiskey. "The best ever," the second Brother said with a beatific smile on his face. I felt a kick on my shoe and looked at Mike who gave me a surreptitious wink.
Then Uncle Alfred launched into his story of the young policeman and the death of Mrs Jamieson and at the end flourished his other package and presented that to Brother Jamieson. It was very moving as he opened the wrapped box and held up the beads and said how often he'd seen his mother with these when he was a boy at home. It took two more tumblers of the golden brown fluid to get the four of them into a jollier mood. With some difficulty the Head got up, I supposed he was rather old, and asked if Uncle Alfred would say a prayer with them in their chapel. Uncle turned and winked at Mike and me and we all went off down a long corridor until we reached a very plain little chapel at the end. Uncle Alfred said a prayer and they all responded with `Amens', including Mike. Then, of all things, we were taken along to the Head's room where we had lunch. Much better than the cold plates left in our pantry. The Brothers and Uncle Alfred all had two glasses of red wine. Mike and I had apple juice. Mike whispered at one point that he always suspected they ate well. I thought it wasn't just the eats! It was well after two o'clock when we said our farewells and Uncle Alfred drove us back to ours - much more slowly than on the outward journey.
He said he would go up to his room to rest so Mike and I went up to my room and sat and chatted. I told him all about my latest trip to Ulvescott. He said he knew I'd passed my St John's exam and then said he'd spent most of the week when he wasn't working at the labs helping his Mum redecorate his sister Kathleen's bedroom which she'd shared with his next older sister. He also said his cousin Vince wanted to see me about making sure he was catching up with all the schoolwork he had missed. That put me in a bit of a panic because I still had some holiday homework to catch up on and Huggy had issued dire warnings about the exams coming up to see if we were fit to enter for the School Certificate next year.
Mike stayed until after five o'clock and as he left we could hear Uncle Alfred snoring so he was well away. Pa and Ma wanted to hear all about the visit so I was just telling them when a very refreshed - as he said - Uncle Alfred appeared and filled in all the details. Nothing was said about the liquidness of the lunch but he did say it was the first time he'd been invited to say prayers in a Catholic chapel.
Anyway, I had a second good meal that day and left them to their chatter and went up to tackle the leftover bits of the homework. I'd also felt exceedingly horny all afternoon with Mike there but nothing had happened so it took two goes to calm me down before I dropped off to sleep.
*
Saturday morning started rather swiftly. Uncle Alfred had to be off by nine o'clock so I didn't go for a run as we had breakfast early. He said that he would try to come to see us again soon but not to be surprised if there was something happening in the near future. I was given the photos of my cousins and several packets of gum as a farewell present. Ma was sad to see him go and Pa hitched a lift to the `works' stowing his bike in the back of the jeep. As Ma was obviously a bit upset I thought it prudent to do a bit of practising.
After lunch I was just putting the two photos up next to my collection of drawings in my room when Ma called up the stairs that I had a visitor. I was most surprised as it was Vince Hare. He said he wanted to find out what work he'd missed and we went through my exercise books. He said he had done quite a lot of work as Huggy had sent instructions about things he could get on with and his elder sister and Mike had helped him as well. Ma came up a bit later and said she and Pa were going to the pictures but she'd left some tea for us. Anyway, we beavered away and found that he knew a lot more than he realised.
While we were having a rest he asked if I'd had a good time away with Tony and Roo. I said I had and explained that Matt and I had stayed on after they'd left because of the quiz. He said he knew that and he'd been on the team and they'd won! I said I already knew that as I'd already seen Tony and he'd told me the news. I saw him eyeing the picture of me that Mike had drawn so I asked him if he had the one he'd done of him. He nodded.
"He's drawn another one of you, hasn't he?" he said with a slight grin.
"Did he tell you?"
He nodded again.
"D'you want to see it?"
"Yep, please. He said it was one of the best he's done."
I got up and went over to my hidey-hole. I didn't mind Vince knowing about it, but I was a bit hesitant to let him see any of the photos which were also in it. I drew out the rolled-up sketch and handed it to him. He unrolled it carefully and peered at it intently.
"Gosh, it's just like you," he said admiringly, "I wish I could draw like that."
"Yeah, I think it's good but I can't really have it on the wall, can I?"
He laughed. "No, I wonder what your Mum would say with that dangling in full view."
I looked over his shoulder at the drawing again. I realised that even in the four months since Mike had drawn it the dangle had somewhat increased.
"It would be more if he drew it now," I said smugly.
"You're a bit boastful aren't you?" he said, holding the drawing up and away from him. "I don't remember it even being like this. I think Mike's been exaggerating things."
"I didn't know you'd inspected it," I said rather sharply.
"I've had a good look at you a couple of times when we've been in the showers, but that was before Christmas, and I bet you've had a good look at everyone, too. Anyway, let's see if you're telling the truth."
That was a direct approach! I wondered if Mike had put him up to it. In any case, I was ready to display a rather rapidly rising dong so I even more rapidly chucked off my clothes and showed him a very healthy erection. He burst out laughing.
"I can't compare that with the drawing, can I? But I've got the same here!" he said, removing his jacket, pullover, shirt, vest, shoes, trousers, pants and socks in rapid succession.
As he stood up a thin, rigid, pinkish prong came into view. I had a good look and was a bit put out as it was visibly longer than mine. He was certainly growing fast but at least he didn't match his cousin yet!
"What d'you think of that?" he asked proudly.
I had to admit it was quite a length, but then he was at least nine months older than me.
"Not as big as Mike's," I said disdainfully, "And just you wait, I'm nine months younger than you so I've plenty of time to catch up. I bet yours wasn't as long as mine nine months ago!"
He grinned. "No, I admit that. Mine's grown ever so fast just the last few weeks. In fact, it's grown an inch and a half since February!" He looked a bit coy. "I asked Mike about it last weekend and he said the same happened to him. His grew ever so fast in about six months."
Not only was Vince's tool longer than mine but he was also about three inches taller than me as well. He was really shooting fast! Oh gosh, if something didn't happen soon I would be shooting fast, too. I needn't have worried as Vince took the initiative. He stepped forward and reached out and ran a finger along the side of my cock.
"You want it now?" he asked.
I was close to the chair where my trusty towel was lying so I just reached out, picked it up and chucked it on the floor well away from me. Vince's fingers circled my prick and he started to toss me off. It wasn't long before I leaned back against him as the subterranean throbbing started under the base of my cock. He pulled down hard as I began to shoot. It must have been the result of the good American pressed beef we'd had for lunch but even I was surprised by the amount of spunk which flew up and away from the end of my dong. And fly it did because it was a good job I'd thrown the towel down some way away. The spunk arched up and landed a good five or six feet away spot on the towel with a final couple of drops landing on the lino in front of us.
"Jesus!", breathed Vince.
I didn't let him say more because before even getting my breath back I changed places and gripped his thin, whippy tool and began to pull up and down with a good steady rhythm. I noticed his foreskin came back immediately and very easily - I bet that was through plenty of practice! Vince was already breathing hard and very soon he was grunting faster and faster until he gave out a long, quite loud, `Uhnnnnnh!!' as a flurry of thick sticky come spurted from his pink knob end. He flung his hands over mine as I continued to pull on his cock and tried to stop me. I kept pushing his hands away as he struggled to stop me at the same time thrusting his bare buttocks up and down against me as he tried to escape. He gave another loud moaning `Uhnnnnnnnh!!!' and as a second stream of spunk appeared he started to make whimpering noises and tried to say something like `Oh please, Oh please...!'. The noises he was making reminded me of the time I'd made Mike yell out up at the farmhouse. I thought it best to stop then but gripped his prick hard and with my other hand caught hold of his solid balls. At least, he had something bigger than his cousin, they were just like young walnuts, a bit bigger than mine, too!
I could feel his dick still jerking slightly in my fist as he struggled to get his breath back. I squeezed his balls very gently and he let out another low moan, this time very softly.
"Oh,.. Oh.., Oh..," he murmured, "I've never had it like that! Oh..., Christ, it was marvellous...."
I watched as a large white drop oozed from his slit and hung and lengthened as it fell towards the floor. He continued to make these low moans for some time and my cock was beginning to harden again. I guided his hand behind him and looped his fingers round my stiffening length. I put my hand over his and, very slowly, helped him to start tossing me off again. He turned slightly to face me and removed my hand with his free hand. He looked down a bit and we stared at each other, he with a slight smile on his face and I grimacing a bit as he pulled up and down, still slowly, but harder and harder. I came quite quickly for my second time and this time sprayed my spunk over the top of his leg accompanied by my own low-throated moans. He glanced down to see the damage and grinned. He put his free hand over my shoulder.
"Crumbs, Jacko," he said admiringly, shaking his head, "I'd heard about you but I didn't really believe it."
What did he mean? Me being good at wanking my friends, or me producing copious amounts of come? I suppose I was good at both! He supplied the answers.
"You do that even better than Mike, and...," his voice rising, "....Crikey, you don't half shoot a lot..., ...and all that way," he added approvingly.
"Plenty of practice," I said, without undue modesty, "You're number nineteen. And Mike said it's a matter of pressure and size of bore!
Vince gave a throaty giggle. "That's what he told me. He said he'd inspected you carefully 'cause he couldn't believe his eyes."
He looked at me carefully, "I'm number nineteen you say, how long have you been doing it?"
"Only since we went back to school after last summer."
He whistled softly. "Gosh, I've been doing it a lot longer than that and I've only done it with fourteen others."
I said he had plenty of time now to catch up because not being at school for a whole term must have slowed things up. I asked him if he knew about Cleggy and the other two and he nodded and laughed.
"It was the main topic of conversation after Scouts on Wednesday! Tony Marcham's won, he said he'd got the last one only that day. Anyway, it's set all our lot off, I mean our Scouts, 'cos there's a competition now to see who can get through the whole Troop."
"How many's that?" I asked, knowing that there would be quite a few.
"Oh, just over sixty, I think, 'cos there's nine patrols but there's lots of young 'uns as well and they didn't get counted."
I must have looked amazed because he grinned again.
"Yeah, that's right, but there's a couple of the Patrol Leaders said they weren't joining in 'cause it was just kid's stuff and they'd got better things to do. Can't think what!"
We had a giggle about that as we got dressed and I rolled up the drawing to put it away. Vince wanted to know what else I had in the hidey-hole but I said there wasn't anything else of interest. I thought it best not to broadcast the news about the photos any further although I thought that Vince would keep his mouth shut. Perhaps another time! Crumbs! Time was getting on and with all our excitements I had almost, but not quite, forgotten that Ma had left some tea for us. I had a quick look round to make sure no evidence of spunk-stained lino or carpet was visible before we went down and demolished the sandwiches and cake in the kitchen. Vince promised to let me know how the Scouts' competition progressed and he went off whistling just like Henry Gale though I couldn't make out what tune it was.
I was upstairs listening to my wireless when Ma and Pa came back. While in the kitchen seeing what Ma was preparing for supper she asked how Poil de Carotte was now. I looked a bit puzzled until I remembered the stories of `Ginger' which Ma had told me when I was younger. Good job I hadn't asked Vince if he knew what his French nickname would be! Anyway I thought of him and Mike a bit later when in bed and skinned my carrot again!
*
I must have slept very soundly because I was awakened by a rough shaking and a gruff voice asking if I was going to sleep all day. Crumbs, it was Tom, all kitted up for a run. I shook my head both disbelievingly and sleepily. Was it a dream? No, it wasn't because next thing I knew was the bedclothes being whipped off and Tom grabbing me to roll me out of bed. I was sufficiently awake to elude him and flipped across the bed and out the other side. Of course, I had the usual morning hardon which he pointed at silently and grinned idiotically. I scurried over to my chest of drawers and got out a pair of Chris's running shorts and the jock-strap. Tom lumbered over and I had to hop on one foot to elude him as I stuck one foot through the loop and then the other foot.
"You're like a monkey," he said as he caught hold of my arm.
"Let go!" I mouthed and whacked him with the shorts.
He let go and stood back. I put the shorts on and then as he just stood and watched I got my other things and put them on. He was just going to grab me again as I bent over to tie a lace on my plimsolls when a bleary-eyed figure appeared at the door. It was Pa.
"When you two elephants have stopped lumbering around!..." he began.
Tom stood stock still, Pa obviously terrified him as much as his brother Duncan did.
"....And what time is my paper likely to be here?" he asked with what I detected as mock-menace in his voice.
Tom hadn't detected it as such. "D.D.Duncan's delivering today.. I d.d.don't start until Wednesday!" he stammered.
"Good, that means my paper should be here nice and early as no doubt you move faster than your brother."
Tom stared speechless at Pa trying to decipher what he meant. Pa didn't wait for an answer.
"And how's Miss Briggs these days?" he asked brightly.
Tom turned scarlet, even his bare knees went pink!
"O..OK, I think," he produced after a long pause.
Pa smiled, turned and strode off down the corridor whistling. Tom turned on me his face still very red.
"What did he mean by that?" he demanded, "What have you been saying?"
I raised my hands, palms toward him, as a peaceful gesture.
"I haven't said anything. True, I haven't. I expect Duncan has...." I paused, remembering that Mrs Briggs had been mentioned only in the last couple of days as someone working at the lab. "...I know, I expect he's heard it from Mrs Briggs - she works at the lab 'cause I've heard her name."
Tom was still aggressive.
"I don't want people discussing me like that. I didn't do anything. I only played tennis with her."
"Duncan says it had an effect on you, though."
"And him! Anyway, are you coming or not?"
I thought he was the one who was always coming! I checked my shoelaces, nodded and led the way downstairs. There was no one about. Pa must have retreated to his lair - I mean study. Tom prodded me through the back door and we set off. For all his activity it hadn't affected his stamina. He began to lead the way until I made the effort to catch up and run beside him. He had a very determined look on his face as we pounded on. At last he began to slow down a bit.
"Why did your Dad say that?" he asked between taking in air, "Does he ask you questions like that?"
I remembered back to last Sunday's lunch and the redness which appeared round Tom's gills when his brother smiled at him.
"I noticed last week you went red at lunch time when Duncan looked at you and I expect my Dad noticed as well."
"Bloody Duncan," he breathed, "I'll get the sod some day."
Even so with these implied threats Duncan still was Tom's favourite brother.
"But, anyway, he's given me lots of his old school things," he said after a few more yards, "And he says I can have his First XV shirt if I make the team!"
I didn't reply and we settled down to a steady run and finally came back into our road just as Duncan walked out of our drive. He stopped and waited for us.
"Did the dragon catch you?" I asked.
He looked puzzled. "What d'you mean?"
"My Dad gave Tom a roasting and said he hoped he would be earlier with his paper when he started the round... ...and he wanted to know about Betty Briggs as well," I added, putting Duncan between me and Tom.
Tom flew at me and was caught by Duncan as I skipped out of the way.
"Hey, you two," he said, "Come on, Tom, he's only pulling your leg! In fact, I told your Dad yesterday I'd been in trouble with Mum because I'd been playing tennis instead of swotting and I said Tom was swooning over Betty."
Tom struggled but couldn't get away.
"You didn't say that, did you?" he demanded.
"Not in so many words but he got the gist!"
"Oh, come on, Tom," I said, "Nobody's bothered, it's a joke!"
Tom stopped struggling and Duncan let go.
"Anyway, you've got to help on Wednesday, 'cause it'll be my first day by myself and it's first day back at school as well," he said to me.
"It's OK, Jacko," Duncan said, "He's knows the round and he's coming with me tomorrow on my last day so if you would help him I'm sure he'll be grateful. By the way did he tell you you've been invited for Sunday dinner today?"
The forgetful sod. He hadn't said anything. I looked at him and he grimaced. He had forgotten.
I said he hadn't and Duncan said one o'clock sharp as they had to go to Church Parade. Tom at least looked shamefaced but I forbore from commenting on his lack of comradeship! Not much else I could do. We parted and went our separate ways.
Pa was in the kitchen as I went in. He was flapping the paper at a fly on the window pane.
"I got my paper at last," he commented, "And at least it's some use because there's little in it of interest!"
He successfully swotted the fly.
"Sorry if I upset your wee friend," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "But Duncan said he'd had a good time at the Briggs's and his mother was none too pleased with his dilly-dallying with the elder Miss Briggs over tennis. Still, I hear we shall have a quiet lunch!"
I wrinkled my nose at him thinking that Tom was at least a size larger than me and went off to clean myself up. I also needed my breakfast and it looked as if Ma was having a lazy morning. It was true. Pa had made the porridge which was as lumpy as hell but I thought I hadn't better complain as he flipped a half-crown over to me as I sat down with a brimming bowl!
What a morning! Ma was in a scratchy mood when she got up. I was told to practice, or else and to get all my school work ready for the new term. I didn't dare say I had until Tuesday night. I thumped merry hell out of the piano until Ma came in and said Beethoven might have been deaf but he wasn't going to be raised from the dead by my playing. After that I sought refuge in my bedroom and did the rest of the translation for Van. I couldn't escape as later Ma called me down to read to her from some painful German book and corrected my accent every few words. Oh for the peace of the Buchanan household for dinner!
I escaped at five to one and, at least, Mrs B had a smile on her face when she opened the door. Tom and Duncan hadn't arrived back but rushed in dead on one. Famished! famished! was the cry. Dinner was great. I had heaps of roast potatoes and Tom was back to normal. He didn't say much as his mouth was full most of the time but he too looked happy. Duncan said little during the meal. I think he was still a bit wary of his Mum and as soon as lunch was over excused himself and went off up to his room to work, he said.
I staggered up the stairs after Tom soon after as Mrs B said she would clear up and leave the washing-up until later as she had to go to Mrs Tring's to practice some piece she was singing. Tom looked relieved as I think he was due for washing-up duty. I flopped on his bed as he wandered round his room and shortly we heard the front door open and close. He began to change out of his uniform. I was a bit too relaxed to notice that he was after some sort of revenge on the Thomson family. I had momentarily closed my eyes when I was aware that he was clad only in his shirt and socks and looming over me. I rolled on the bed but that made me an easy target. My face was pressed into the bed cover as he deftly undid my belt and flies and pulled down my trousers and pants and straddled my legs.
A stiff cock was pressed between the cheeks of my arse and regardless of whether he had located my hole he began to press his dick back and forth. He never found my slit but slipped down until his prick was caught between my thighs. I clenched his dong tight as he jerked back and forth ever faster and then he shot his lot and collapsed over me. I lay still until he recovered a bit then pushed back and he rolled off me and stood by the bed. I turned and sat up on the edge and looked down at his load of gooey come between my legs.
"You didn't ask if I wanted you to do that," I said, "I didn't mind but, at least, you could have asked."
Tom looked absolutely crest-fallen. Great tears welled up in his eyes. He leaned over me and put his arms round my shoulders.
"Oh, Jacko," he sobbed, "I wouldn't have hurt you. I just needed to do it and get my own back on some one."
Poor Tom. The big tough guy had a very soft centre. I reached up and put my arms round him and gently drew his head down as I leaned back over the bed. While he was trying to fuck me I'd gone stiff as well and my prick was rigid against my belly. His head went down and he released one hand which swept my shirt up and back. I felt his nose press into my navel as his mouth opened over my upright cock. His lips and teeth pressed my foreskin over my knob as he took my still thickening shaft into his mouth. He licked and sucked and then I spouted with wonderful feelings in my prong and down deep within me.
He sucked on as he swallowed my spunk and I pressed his shoulders to keep him in place. My cock stayed hard for ages and was still solid when, at last, I put my hands under his armpits and lifted him up away from my dong. I put a finger into his own spunk on my leg and put it to his lips. He licked it off and smiled.
"You wanted it too, didn't you?" he said.
What could I say. Being sucked off after Sunday lunch would be anyone's idea of heaven! I grinned and nodded. At least he had that all off his chest, even if my legs were the recipients of his sticky gift.
He reached under the bed and brought out a grubby piece of towel.
"Sorry, Jacko, it's all I've got," he said regretfully, "Dunc said I hadn't better muck up the sheets too much!"
I took the proffered token of remorse and wiped between my thighs. I stood up and pointed at a patch of dampness on his eiderdown. He took the rag and rubbed the stain vigorously.
"D'you think Mum'll notice that?" he asked hesitantly, "She told me off on Friday 'cause I'd got mud on the rug over there."
I thought there was quite a difference between the effects of mud and spunk so I said she wouldn't see anything when it dried up. More than for the piece of towel which had felt decidedly crusty in places.
"What will you do with that?" I asked, pointing at it in his hand, "It's covered!..."
He looked at me rather shamefacedly. A look which turned to an even greater smile than earlier.
"Just shows what I can do, doesn't it?" he bragged, flourishing the object, "I'll stick in the dustbin in a couple of days and get another bit out of the cupboard."
I pulled up my pants and trousers and tucked in my shirt.
"Have you finished with me now," I asked guilelessly, "Or do you want further services later?"
He stuck a big paw over my shoulder and slapped me on the back.
"Yeah, of course sometime, but I want you to help me with my homework now!"
He got himself clothed and we settled down to finish off the tasks set for his class. He needed a bit of prodding over some of the bits but he plodded on through some Maths, then some French translation, meanwhile grumbling that he would get his own back on Duncan some time.
There was no sign of Duncan when I set out to go home. He must have been working hard as well and he couldn't have heard Tom's attack on me. There hadn't been a lot of noise, but there was an amount of grunting which might have alerted an attentive listener. Still we'd both enjoyed ourselves and I had another tick for my diary.
When I arrived home Pa was in the kitchen pacing up and down muttering, with a cup of tea in one hand and a page of scribble in the other and his pipe clenched between his teeth.
"Had a telegram while you were out!" he announced, "Got to got up to London tomorrow for a conflab so keep an eye on your Ma. Be away for three or four days so can you take this round to Joe O'Brien's? Must get on with some other stuff before I go!"
I followed him into his study where he sealed the page into an envelope and handed it to me.
"There's a bob in it for you for delivery. Tell him I'll be back on Friday."
I trudged out through the kitchen. Ma wasn't in sight. I cycled off and arrived at the O'Brien's just as three of the girls were setting off somewhere. They greeted me effusively with lots of giggling from the youngest.
"Have you come to see Mike?" the eldest asked.
I said I hadn't but I'd got a letter to deliver for their father. They waved cheerio and I parked my bike and rang the front door-bell. Mike answered the door and a smile crossed his rather doleful countenance.
"Oh, come in, Jacko, am I glad to see you. Maureen's been getting on my nerves. Thank God she's gone out!"
I explained I'd got a note for his father and gave it to him. He motioned me to come in and I followed him and waited while he found his Dad and gave the envelope to him. Mike's Dad came back with him and said I should tell Pa all would be well while he was away. Mike then said did I have time for a chat, I nodded, and we went up to his bedroom.
As soon as the door was safely closed I told him I'd had an unexpected visit yesterday from his cousin Vince. He grinned.
"He's been itching to see you for ages," he said.
"He had an itch," I replied, much to his amusement.
"All well?" he asked.
I nodded and told him what Ma had said about `Poil de Carotte'. He liked that and said I hadn't better tell Vince because he was rather sensitive about his carroty colouring. I said he was that all over and Mike said we'd obviously had an inspection. I nodded again. I then told him about the competition and said Tony had won that one but there was a new contest beginning with more participants. Mike was highly amused.
"I'm not surprised," he said, "It's the only thing most of my Year ever did at your age."
I agreed and said I'd come to the same conclusion about all my classmates.
I was feeling pretty horny by then but a tap on the door heralded Mike's Dad who had a note to be delivered back. Another time, another occasion and I could hold that long dick and make him come. Of course, that night I had to hold my own lengthening dick and made myself come, twice more!
*
Monday it was pouring with rain and Pa had set out for the station and the London train before I was up. Ma had to go to work so I mooched around until just before supper when I changed into my uniform ready for St. John's. Of course, I had to have a lesson with Mrs Tring first and that wasn't too bad. Matt was in a panic at St John's when I got there as he was stuck over holiday homework. I told him to come round on Tuesday and we would do it then. In gratitude he wanked me twice and I did the same to him. I forgot. Monday night was the usual once and then a third on Tuesday night!