Aladdin's Awakening by Joel

She settled down. Johann, who was standing behind her was introduced. He must have been about five feet ten inches, but we could have been brothers as he was almost the mirror image of me. That is, mirror image except in colouring. We both had blue eyes but my black hair was matched by his corn gold short locks. He also had a fresh, healthy-looking complexion with no crops of nasty spots! We shook hands solemnly and then I introduced Tony. As Aunt Lilian had spoken in English I did that in English, too. However, Tony wasn't to be beaten.

Well, well, perhaps he wasn't the solemn lad I had pictured in my mind and which had been reinforced by my first perception of him. I only knew that Switzerland was famous for inventing cuckoo clocks and had William Tell as a national hero and that Calvin was a puritan of sorts. A latter day puritan was before me. Johann had on a very beautifully tailored black coat, buttoned high. He was wearing fine black cloth knee britches, black socks and highly polished black shoes. The two English boys looked positively scruffy against him. School blazers and trousers, school ties and grey shirts and pairs of shoes that looked as if they could do with a good clean. But, we had been travelling!

Not to worry! Aunt Lilian knew we must be hungry and we were bustled off to a restaurant near the station where we had a thick soup, slices of meat and vegetables which tasted gorgeous plus cups of really strong coffee. I, as usual, was famished and a hint of a smile played over Johann's lips as he pushed the little basket holding the piece of bread belonging to him towards me. I knew better than to refuse and vowed I would repay him in some equally cousinly way. That smile was there as he watched me demolish my heavily laden plate.

Over lunch Aunt Lilian reverted to French, speaking slowly and clearly and Tony nodded as he understood her well. So far, Johann had only spoken a few words but I asked him, in French, what was his school like? He cast his eyes heavenwards and I had the distinct feeling that if Aunt Lilian hadn't been there he would have said something like “Merde!”. He just said he was taking his baccalaureate a year early and would go on to University to study Law like his father.

So, I had another clever cousin to go with Gareth and Rhys. I said my cousin Rhys was at Cardiff University reading Law and that our cousin Charles Bradley Hamilton in the States was also doing the same at Boston University. This was one snippet of information I had gleaned from Uncle Alfred's visit. Aunt Lilian asked about his twin spunky brother. (She didn't say 'spunky' but my image of them..... well! I can't help it if my imagination runs away with itself sometimes!). I said I thought he was studying Economics as his father said he wanted to go into business somewhere. Anyway it was time to make a move as we still had the journey to Neuchatel.

We went back into the station and caught the train. I was entranced. I had never seen such scenery. Ma had said the mountains were for looking at, not climbing. The backdrop looked immense! All too soon we drew up at the mainline station to be greeted by an older version of the young man in the wedding photo, Uncle Johann. I was hugged again and we were soon bundled into his car, an old large French Citroen. We drove out of the town along the lake and then up a drive to a typical Swiss chalet. This one was large and in its own grounds.

Johann was deputed to see us to our rooms. He hefted my suitcase and haversack and Tony and I followed him up the stairs. We finished up on the fourth floor which Johann had more or less to himself. His bedroom, facing towards the lake, was huge, much, much bigger than mine and there were two large side rooms besides. Beds for us two had been laid out in one of these but Johann took immediate charge. He took one look and switched to English, which he spoke slowly and carefully, and asked if we would like to have the beds put into his room. It couldn't be done until tomorrow, but...? Of course we said 'Yes'. He said it would be arranged, 'demain', 'tomorrow'!

I was awakened by the beautiful smell of fresh coffee with a smiling Johann handing me a cup. Tony snored on. We talked in a mixture of English, French and German. He said his main language used at school was French but he also knew the local Swiss dialect as well, as well as being able to get by in German. I found out he'd been dressed in his school uniform which he had on again this morning. The school was a private one, very exclusive, very formal and very strict. I could see he was very bright and I said he should come to England before he went to University as he would be a year ahead. He grinned and said I should arrange it for him!

Tony soon surfaced from his slumbers as I waved a cup of excellent coffee under his nostrils. I had got out of bed as I had got into it, in the nude. I noticed Johann eyed me up and down as I took the cup from the tray he was holding and bent down to entice Tony from the arms of Morpheus. I think Johann's eyes opened wider as Tony sat up, then stood up, quite unselfconsciously and stretched, bending back so his semi-erect partial morning hardon was very prominent.

Nothing was said but all was noted, I could see, by the silent witness. As Tony came to, shaking his head, he smiled across at Johann and said “Guten tag”. I remembered having told him that to say to Hans. Johann smiled and said, in English, “Good morning, Tony,” and then giggled. Tony stood up and said “Must have a pee!” and disappeared off to the bathroom. Johann looked at me. I grinned at him. “New word?” He giggled again and nodded. We heard the sound of water splashing from a most inconsiderate Tony. Johann nodded and giggled again. I said he shouldn't say that if he had to put his hand up in class.

Tony emerged from the bathroom and asked what were the orders for the day. I had to translate that for Johann. He said if I could walk to the town I could have coffee in a café while he showed Tony some of the sights. Tony washed and dressed, he said we could both wear shirts and shorts. Tony said people wouldn't notice the strapping round my knee as I had a stick to lean on. Johann said he had to wear his school uniform in the town as it was 'de rigueur' but if we went out of town he would be able to wear shorts like us except he had none. I got off the bed and riffled through my suitcase. For some reason I had put in the old corduroy pair which no longer fitted me. I gave them to him and his eyes lit up.

I said he should see if they fitted him. We watched as off came his jacket, then his shoes. His knee britches were undone below the knees and then removed. His legs above his long black socks were pale but with a dusting of glistening, golden hair. He put on the shorts and stood. White shirt and brown shorts. They fitted perfectly. He was a proud lad - and handsome, too!

He quickly changed back and watched as I sauntered off to the bathroom to wash. I could hear him and Tony chatting as I washed myself. I came out, still undressed, with Tony and Johann still deep in conversation. Both were seated on Tony's bed with Tony waving his arms around as he described our friends and happenings at school in a mixture of English and better than schoolboy French. Johann was grinning, joining in with words when Tony got stuck. He was going to be a good companion, I knew.

Johann was silent for a moment. He looked a bit perplexed. He then explained that he didn't have any really close friends. Arnold Bechtelman was a friend who lived in the next village where his father was a doctor and a Professor at the University but he had said he was going to stay in Interlaken for the holiday with relatives. He had class-mates, boys who went to the same school, but, they were just boys who went to the same school. He said many were richer than his father and their fathers used his father as their lawyer. I got the feeling that some of them looked down on him. There seemed to be a very distinct social pecking order. I thought they were missing out. He was too nice to ignore or to be looked down on.

He explained that many of the boys lived some distance from the school and travelled in each day by railway. A few were boarders and they were especially snotty and cliquey. He said that he did have another quite good friend other than Arnold and that was Pascal Suess whose father owned a big hotel in the town. Some of the boys were quite rude to Pascal and called him 'Garcon' as they would a waiter. I nodded at Tony. Pascal would have two more friends before we went home.

It was over breakfast I made the discovery that Aunt Lilian was a medical doctor. She had got fed up being classified as 'hausfrau' and had gone back to University and had qualified two years ago as a children's specialist. I said I didn't think my mother knew that. She laughed and said not many people did until she put her nameplate up on an office in the town. She was very popular and was doing very well and was also doing some research work with a man named Piaget at the University.

As Aunt Lilian didn't have to get to her doctor's office until nine o'clock she said she would drive us into town. Uncle Johann had already gone at seven to catch a train to meet a client somewhere. She left us near the University and said she would meet us for lunch at Pascal's father's hotel at twelve. I wasn't too bad at walking now. I just had to take it easy with my left leg and I walked rather slower than normal. Not that it mattered, there was plenty to look at and when we got to the Quai du Port Johann said we would take a boat somewhere a couple of days to see other places. I was left at a café on the Quai Osterwald with strict injunctions not to wander and not to fall into the water, even if I said I could swim. One-legged crabs were at a disadvantage, so Tony said. I said as soon as I got hold of him he would see that a one-legged crab could still nip. Johann stood and enjoyed the badinage and he and Tony strolled off laughing and giggling together, both turning, at a signal from Tony, and blowing kisses at me. The young puritan was having his strait-laces unloosened a bit! So brown legs in shorts and pale legs encased in puritan black marched off leaving me.

I had been left with a pile of Swiss francs and a couple of notes. I had no real idea of exchange rates and how much things cost but a very pleasant waiter came and I ordered 'une tasse de café'. He smiled and brought back a cup and a pot with separate milk and sugar. He explained in careful English that I was one of the first English customers since the war ended and I was welcome to have anything I wanted. He was very chatty and I told him my story. He knew of both Uncle Johann and Aunt Lilian. He said his father and his boss were clients of the law firm. He said he had visited England and had been a waiter in Eastbourne for a summer in 1936 and had learned his English there. I said I came from further North than that and he wanted to know what was London like now. All this chat was between him serving other customers, who all greeted me most pleasantly, and bringing me a refill pot and a delicious pastry.

I said I would ask my Aunt and he said he and his friends had gone into the mountains to help people across the passes. It had been dangerous and they had to be careful in case as even the police were not 'sympathique'. I thanked him for telling me. I said I had made friends with two German prisoners of war and I thought there was something horrible about war. He nodded his head.

Time passed quickly and it didn't seem long before I heard Tony's distinctive voice and Johann's accompanying giggle. They were immediately served with their own cups and the waiter and Johann nodded at each other. When the waiter went to the kitchen Johann explained that he was Pascal's eldest brother, Nicholas, who worked at this café as his father was thinking of buying it as the owner wanted to retire. He wasn't supposed to know this but Pascal had told him and that was why I had been deposited at a table here. What did I think?

All I could say was that I thought that both the coffee and the pastry were excellent. Of course, Tony immediately wanted to know 'What pastry?' and mewed and moaned until I ordered one each for them.. They said they were hungry anyway as they had gone up steep streets to the Chateau and had looked in the Collegiale church. Tony said it was well worth seeing and when my poor, ancient old leg was a bit better they might find a wheelbarrow and I could push him up the last hundred yards although there were cobbles. I said he would be lucky to have two usable legs when I'd had a go at them. Johann laughed and said Tony's knees were 'cobbly'. We both laughed and said he meant 'knobbly'. He had heard the English phrase 'knobbly knees' somewhere and had half-remembered it. Tony playfully swatted him and said he would have knobbles and bumps somewhere if he wasn't careful.

In the end Johann looked at his watch and said we had better go to look for his mother at the hotel for lunch as it was nearly twelve. Nicholas came to the table and said something to Johann in their local 'Romandie' which was too rapid for me even to get an inkling. Johann smiled and said that the owner had said 'l'addition' had been settled. I said to say thank you and to ask him if his brother would like to come out with us on Monday. I think Johann was a bit surprised but as he spoke so Nicholas broke into a broad grin and nodded at me. I think that was arranged.

After lunch we went back to the chalet and Tony and Johann went up the flights of stairs to the bedroom. I didn't venture up then as my leg was a bit stiff. There was a small bathroom on the ground floor with a toilet so I was OK. When they came down I saw that Johann had changed into his newly acquired shorts. When his mother saw him she laughed and said he looked quite English. He said if he was with us he wouldn't wear his school uniform and his mother laughed again and said he would have to sit in the sun a bit. Tony whispered to me that there were now three beds in a row in the big bedroom. Ha ha, we would have to wait and see.

He and Tony went off exploring up behind the chalet during the afternoon. Aunt Lilian and I sat in comfortable chairs on a stone-flagged patio while she asked me all about Ma and Pa. She said she hadn't really heard anything since 1939 and had been so worried. Uncle Johann had asked for a message to be sent through the Swiss Embassy and I said we had received it. I said about the other message - about the man who had got into Switzerland - and that Pascal's brother had asked his boss. Aunt Lilian nodded and said she wasn't sure who it was. They had distant cousins in other parts of France as well, she thought. Then she said Monsieur Chaumont, Nicholas's boss, was a good man. She had heard many stories of his clashes with the police and the bureaucrats during the War. She also smiled when I said we had invited Pascal Suess to join us on Monday.

Much later the pair came back giggling. I discovered after Aunt Lilian went in to instruct the maid to bring out afternoon tea that they had sunbathed. Johann whispered, “Il etait nu!” Trust Tony, flaunting his eighteen-years-and-a-week-old cock, before my, I guessed, virginal young cousin! “Et, tu?” I asked him. He shook his head. Oh well, I wagered to myself he would be just like us within the next, four, five, days?

At dinner that evening Uncle Johann wanted to know what we had done. He laughed at his 'English son' who had told us not to change into trousers for the evening meal. He said I was a bad influence on Johann just as my father had been on him. I said he had taught my mother to whistle and ladies in England didn't do that sort of thing. He laughed again and said he would get Aunt Lilian to show how she had learned to yodel!

All this was going on while we were being served the most delicious meal by the maid. I had never had escalope de veau before. Those thin slices of delicately covered meat melted in the mouth and I could see Tony savouring every mouthful as well. Aunt Lilian watched as we ate and as we finished the main course said it had been something special as her cook came from Austria originally.

My Aunt and Uncle were obviously well off. The big chalet. Two cars. The private school for Johann. A cook, a maid, a handyman. All this must have been costly. Then they were looking after Tony and me as well. I was worried about the expense. I know the messages to home said not to worry but I knew Ma had been a bit concerned. It wasn't we were poor at home. I supposed Pa got a good salary as head of the laboratory and Ma worked there as well. Mrs Peters had gossiped about Tony's Dad being the richest man in Kerslake. I had little knowledge of finance. I hadn't even had a paper-round. I suppose I was cushioned. I had stayed at Ulvescott in a large house. Uncle Dick in Cardiff had a big house, nowhere as big as Ulvescott, though. Lady Bing's house was even bigger and none of them seem to worry when hungry boys stayed with them. Ulvescott must have cost a lot to maintain. I knew while we were out during the day ladies came in from the village and did cleaning and washing and ironing to help Mrs Brown and Dora. But, all this was in the background. Here was I, eighteen next month and I didn't have a clue about money - I knew what I had in the Savings Bank - but what was that against having to earn money. What about my life at Cambridge? I knew I had a hundred pounds a year for the Exhibition. That was a lot of money, but.....!

A peculiar statement. I wondered what she meant. She went on to say that Pa had made a great impression on the rather staid French family. Uncle Alfred was already staying there but had been rather overwhelmed by it but, with my father's youthful cheerfulness, even though he was well in his twenties, everything seemed to come to life. When Uncle Johann arrived, the black sheep of an ultra-strict Swiss family, things had really come to life. I didn't enquire why Uncle Johann was considered to be worthy of exile to France and all Aunt Lilian would say, with a twinkle in her eye, it was to learn good manners. Aunt Lilian said her father, my grandfather, had also been strict but had warmed to the three young men and readily given his blessing to their marriages with his daughters. The rest was history. Uncle Johann had settled down and completed his doctorate in law and had moved here to Neuchatel rather than staying in Zurich where his father had a factory although he kept an office there as well. She then said the War had been dreadful for them, too. There were plenty of restrictions, especially on the people who were known not to be friendly towards the National Socialists. Uncle Johann, like many, had been able to steer a middle path, otherwise things would have been really rough.

It was interesting. I think I learned more European history that night and on subsequent talks with Aunt Lilian when Tony and Johann were away on their own 'avventures' during the afternoons. I learned that Uncle Johann had helped quite a few Jews in getting visas for Portugal, but Aunt Lilian said they never knew what happened after that.

Several mornings I was left at the café and Nicholas and I had many talks while he waited for customers. He said he'd been scared a number of times while in the mountains waiting for groups or even single people who were being led over the passes. He said the great danger came from those in the town sympathetic to the Germans and the number of German spies who were around. His stories reinforced the impressions I had got also from Aunt Lilian of a very tense, very dangerous atmosphere of suspicion and hatred which it would take many years to erase. With a smile he said I could pay my bill each time in future and my friends had to help me as they always chose the most expensive pastries!

Johann was fiddling around putting things tidy as the handyman, or whoever had moved the beds, had left whatever Johann had round his own bed strewn over the beds. I noticed he had a pair of pyjamas which he put on his pillow. Tony was already in the bathroom as I stripped off completely and looked at the strapping around my knee. The strong elastic bandage would need to be changed in the morning. Perhaps, as Aunt Lilian was a doctor, she might help me redo it. I was quite adept at keeping it neat - my SJAB training had impressed the nurses at the hospital when they had taught me how to put the bandage on.

Tony came out of the bathroom just wearing a towel round his waist and sang out “Next!” Johann said I should be next as he still had to put some things in the cupboard. I went into the bathroom and spotted, seeing the reflection in a mirror, that he was eying me again. Tony and he were getting on very well and I could hear them still chattering together. Mainly laughing about Uncle Johann saying Aunt Lilian could yodel. Tony said he would like to hear that. When I'd finished in the bathroom I came out and got straight into bed, nude. Oh, that bed was so comfortable. I had fallen in love with the duvet the first night. Bliss.

Johann still had his underpants on when he came out of the bathroom. I had a good look at him as I had turned as best I could while talking to Tony without putting too much weight on my knee. He was slightly sideways on to me as he folded the shirt he had worn during the day and I could see he was a very comely young lad. He had said, when we were going down to the café, that the only sport he did was tennis and that not very often. He hadn't said any more but Aunt Lilian had explained why he couldn't, or didn't, play very much. But, as I stared rather openly at him, I could see he had those nicely rounded buttocks that class-mates of mine also had who did a lot more sports and games than he did. I wondered if his well-muscled thighs and general tone were the result of the mountain walking which he had said he liked to do a lot.

Johann was not to be fazed. He stripped off his undies and, as he stood up, I saw the whole of my tall, slim, sixteen-year-old cousin for the first time. His chest and stomach were smooth and not very muscular but there was no fat, puppy or otherwise, on his well-contoured torso. His nipples were two pink circles with the tiniest hillocks in the middle of each. His navel looked quite deep. Mine was, too and Tony had often said I could always eat celery in bed as I had a good receptacle for the salt! Johann had no hair trailing on his belly at all, just a curly patch of darker hair than the gold on his head, surmounting his cock. He had a beautifully defined boyish cock, uncircumcised just like his watching Kerslake cousin, and this hung centrally above two quite low-slung damson-sized young bollocks. I noticed as he held his arm up to place his pants on top of his shirt on the shelf above his bed there was a small tuft of dark hair under his arm. I could see my cousin was all boy. He must have been aware of my scrutiny as he turned and smiled at me and slid into bed under his duvet, also bare. With a slight flourish the pyjamas on the second pillow on his bed were pushed onto the floor.

It was still quite light in the room although the curtains had been drawn almost across the big picture windows and everything was still for several minutes. I wondered what I should do. I hadn't had a wank since leaving home! Five days! I was rather desperate. It was a wonder I hadn't had a wet dream the night before but I think I must have been much too tired.

I was contemplating possibilities. One. Wait until I heard steady breathing from two sleeping lads and toss off surreptitiously. Oh! What to do with the results? I had tucked a handkerchief under the pillow but that would be soaked. I giggled to myself thinking that tomorrow I would probably be blowing my nose on dried cum and inhaling essence of Jacko! Two. Another possibility was to wait again and then creep out to the bathroom and have a wank sitting on the lav. I still had a bit of difficulty standing on both legs putting my full weight on them. I imagined all that spunk suddenly squirting out. I would have to make sure I had my left hand cupped or hold plenty of bog paper to catch the flying load. Oh, fuck! My shaft was getting hard just thinking. Three. Do nothing and hope if I did have a wet dream the spunk would have dried by the morning and the sheet wouldn't be too stained. But... Knowing the amount I generally produced... Oh, dear! I was searching for possibility four in the absolute silence of the room. I suppose five minutes had passed since we'd go into our respective beds. Another five minutes passed while I racked my poor brain trying to think what else I could do with the monstrous hard-on, which Oh, shit! was now pressing against my bare belly. I shifted slightly to get a bit more comfortable. I'd noticed both the other duvets had shifted slightly in the time I had been thinking so they must be settling down too. I was just clenching my teeth in frustration when a sudden movement from Tony's bed caught my eye.

Oh God! Tony's duvet was thrust away from him and in the pale light he began to wank himself, “se battre sa viande”, ou, “se frappe l'eveque” as my young Swiss cousin might say. I didn't know what young Swiss boys said but there was Tony giving a signal for next oldest Jacko “aller au galop de son asticot”! My seven inch 'maggot' was soon exposed as I, too, pushed away my duvet and a dual contest of beating, bashing or galloping ensued. No contest really. Both of us had years now of joint masturbatory activity and knew exactly the speed which both enjoyed. I'd noted this with all the lads I'd wanked off with more than once. We all fell into the same rhythm and speed as near as dammit. Here were we two making sure that not another night was missed but even so it was something to be savoured and not rushed over.

I was watching Tony's right hand across the hump in Johann's bed and matching my stroke with his. I was also aware that Johann's head was swivelling watching Tony, then me, then Tony again. Johann's duvet went flying and there was my young Swiss cousin doing what the 99 percent of lads who are not liars do as often as possible. He was exercising his 'fleche', his 'fut', his 'queue', as he told us those names later. In sequence, three boys squirted their pent-up load, Tony, me, then young Johann. I heard him give that sort of delighted gasp I'd experienced myself and heard Tom, Lachs, Flea, even Tony, give at that sublime moment. As he lay staring upwards, his hand still encircling his rampant 'chibre' Tony nodded his head towards him. I nodded and two boys vacated their own beds and joined the other lad in his wider bed, one each on either side of him. Arms automatically went round his shoulders and a kiss each was deposited on his slightly sweaty forehead. The cum deposited on our own chests and stomachs was collected and mixed with his own warm, quite copious, deposit. He was still silent as Tony and I touched each set of lips with a drop of our mixed seed. This was obviously a new experience for him and he, at first, tentatively touched his lips with his tongue. Then he murmured 'Encore' and this time he sucked the gobbet I scooped up and licked his lips fully. Both Tony and I exchanged second drops as well.

I should report that the two side beds were not slept in for the whole two months after that. No reasons were given. Each day the beds were all remade. I noted clean sheets going on the other two beds every three days or so. It must have been obvious no one was sleeping in them. But, I suppose the routine of a carefully managed Swiss household did not allow for any variations in habit!

The next day was Saturday and Uncle Johann and Aunt Lilian took us for a boat trip on the lake. At two landing stages we got off and did a wander. The two boys went off while I walked much more slowly with my Aunt and Uncle. Uncle Johann wanted to know about my father and whether he had given up playing rugby. I said he had, but I had been in the school First XV and, even though I hadn't played in the Spring Term this year, anyway, because of the weather there were no matches and I'd been in hospital, I had been awarded Full Colours which was quite an honour. Uncle Johann said my father and Uncle Edward had taken him to the Oxford and Cambridge match while he was at Oxford and he wondered how lads managed to play such a rough game. He said he had played some football as a boy, soccer, but he wasn't really a sportsman.

We sat and had morning coffee at one café and then at another stop we had what Uncle Johann called a light lunch. I grinned at Tony as we tucked into a Swiss mountain of rosti potato and some kind of meat. He and Johann disappeared off for over an hour during the afternoon and came back giggling and grinning. It was when we got home Tony explained Johann had told him he possessed 'une bonne queue'. I said he should watch it as 'queue' was feminine and after he'd digested that and realised it, I said it was rather strange for the French to have that gender for a boy's best friend!

That night explorations began. Without anything being said I washed first and got into Johann's bed. Tony was next, then Johann was placed between us. No questions, nothing. As Tony nibbled at his left ear I licked under his chin. Wow, the same effect as on me. He almost cooed with delight and even more so as I moved down to feather his right nipple with my tongue and Tony found that sensitive spot on his neck just where the collar-bone joins the breastbone. Johann was getting more and more worked up and beating a veritable tattoo on our backs with his hands, tapping and grasping and almost snorting at the same time. I moved further down, pushing the duvet away as I descended to the prize. His prick was six full inches at least of steel rod wrapped in a velvet skin. He gasped as I took the first inch or so into my mouth and pressed his loose foreskin away to reveal his sculptured end. I bobbed up and down and sucked. I held his balls in their sac and rolled them gently in my fingers. His balls rose and, as his thighs jerked, his sweet young boyjuice squirted into my mouth. I sucked every drop from him, trying to keep as much in my mouth as possible without swallowing it. I slid up the bed against his slightly still jerking body and saw his eyes were staring straight out with his mouth partially open. I fixed my lips over his and tongued some of his boycream into his mouth. He sucked eagerly until Tony tapped me on the arm. “Me, please”. I moved across Johann to his lips and we tongue-fucked for a minute or so until his tongue was sticky with Johann's sperm. I could feel Johann's hot breath on my shoulder and his arm reached round me and gripped me tight.

“Me,” Johann said at last when he had calmed down somewhat. A quandary. 'Me' wanted to satisfy the two boys who had pleasured him so deliciously. But, which one should 'me' cope with first. I was his choice. Tony aided him in his enterprise. I was already worked up to just below boiling point. Tony's licks under my chin and the renewed gasp from Johann when he realised just what a mouthful my cock would be was when I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I helped Johann by ringing my prick and withdrawing my foreskin as he took the first two vital inches in. He was good. No teeth. A tongue touched under my ridge and my dick pulsed, my spunk machine switched into high gear and I nearly drowned the poor lad in the amount I shot into his mouth. Too much for him, spunk dripped from his lips and chin as I drew him up me and Tony and I cleaned his face and shared my spunk with him.

Tony was also too far gone to bear the touch of lips around his ridge. As Johann lay between us Tony placed Johann's left hand round his shaft. Johann was well aware of what was needed and well-practised, perhaps, in his solitary hours even with his non-preferred hand, and immediately started to gently pull up and down. Tony was also on a hair-trigger. A single grunt, a shove against Johann which transmitted to me through his rigid body, and I received the full brunt amidships as Tony shot a colossal load straight across Johann. After Tony's climax had subsided a bit three lads giggled and hugged each other and shared drops of Tony's warm spunk. The unworn pyjama jacket came in handy again that night as it on countless nights after.

Sunday morning came. Johann had a smile on his face. Truly the cat who had not only lost his cream but had experienced the full force of his English cousin's outflow and witnessed the power of his English friend's ejaculatory apparatus! Before he got out of bed he hugged both of us. He quickly donned the wank-stained pyjamas and disappeared off appearing five minutes later laden with a tray with a big pot of coffee, cups, and three large pains au chocolate. He shed his pyjamas and climbed in between us. In the meantime while he was out of the room, two lads needing a good piss had relieved themselves and got back into bed and sat, silent, grinning at each other. As well as a couple of wank stains on the sheets there were several flaky crumbs as well when we finished having sat side by side, cold plates gingerly balanced on flaccid genitalia to start with, arms round the lad in the middle.

As it was awkward to drink and eat by those on the outskirts, Johann said we should hold our cups and he would feed us. The toad deliberately shifted the plates each time he picked up our pastry so, by the time we had licked our chops clean of fragments of chocolate and swigged down the last of the coffee, the lads on the outskirts had raging hardons. He took the plates and handed them to me to place on the small night stand by the bed. It took a moment for me to do this but by the time I turned back he had turned to Tony and, sliding down the bed a bit, engulfed a good four inches of his thick cock into his mouth. If he wasn't practised at this before he was a quick learner. He ringed Tony's cock with the fingers of one hand and drew back his foreskin as his head went up and down and his cheeks were drawn in as he sucked. Tony's face was a picture. His eyes were screwed up tightly shut and his mouth was open wide almost in a grimace. His chest was heaving as he let out little guttural grunts. His hips jerked about a dozen times then rose as he filled Johann's waiting mouth. He put his hands down and drew Johann's head away from his pulsating prick. It was still jerking and dripping the last remnants of his eruption as they tongued and shared Tony's seed. Johann turned and leaned over me with his sticky, whitened tongue stuck out. I sucked it into my mouth and savoured Tony's taste once more.

He ringed my cock and very slowly and deliberately he drew his English cousin to those wonderful heights, higher than any Swiss mountain. My Matterhorn was scaled as I gazed deeply into those beautiful blue eyes of his and he stared back into mine. We hardly blinked and I kept eye contact even when I gasped as I felt the subterranean earthquake begin and my seething hot magma surged up to explode like a volcano all over me and my cousin's chest and neck.. He gasped too, but continued his stare until I broke the spell and moved my head to his and whispered, “Thank you” and kissed him full on his open red lips.

Well, we had to get up. Johann explained that the family always went to church. It was expected. In fact, he had to go otherwise there would be problems at school next semester. Semester. I liked that word. It sounded more important than term. We each had a bath. We all smelt pretty rancid but were three clean cherubim when finished. Johann took a while to get the meaning as I said cherubs always were naked in pictures. He laughed and said all the pictures he'd seen they had.... Here, he put a finger and thumb about an inch apart, wrinkled his nose and pointed downwards at Tony who was standing naked, combing his hair, with four inches drooping down, and then shook his head!

I must say it wasn't too bad. The hymns and chants were a bit dirge-like but Tony enjoyed himself. I knew he was a star tenor now in his local church choir and, I must say, he had a powerful and good voice. One hymn, when the organist started playing the introduction, caused him to smile. He whispered “Ein' Feste Burg” and launched into the French version in the hymn book very lustily. He did cause a few heads to turn because he sang so well. I was even more amused when we came to the words 'En vain sa fureur veut ebranler nos coeurs'. What had Johann said earlier. 'Une branlette'! I knew 'branler' meant to shake. Here was another verb. I must look it up.

At the end of the service we had to be introduced to numerous people. There were many of Johann's school-mates present but I noticed that a few just ignored him. Two were especially large and spotty-faced. They kept giving Tony and me surreptitious glances but didn't come over to us. We met Pascal Suess who was there with his father, mother and younger brother. He was a couple of inches shorter than Johann. He shook hands very formally with us and bowed his head. Then he said he would be very pleased to come with us the next day. The two large lads looked even more askance when they saw us talking to him. His brother, Walter, was about twelve and was a smaller version of him. He was very shy and wouldn't try any English. I said to him, in French, that perhaps one day he might join us as well. He smiled shyly and nodded his head.

After lunch we boys changed into shorts and shirts and while the other two strolled off up the mountain path I settled down in the garden with the first of the Simenon books I read, in French, that holiday. Uncle Johann said he had read some of Ma's first book - I had brought that and a copy of the second one which had come out 'to capture the Summer market' - and he liked Inspector Buck. I said I thought Ma had modelled him on our neighbour, Inspector, now Superintendent, Buchanan. He laughed and said he would be as famous as Sherlock Holmes one day! I said the publisher was ready to print the third one ready for Christmas. He nodded sagely and said Lilian's sister had always been clever.

That evening I showed them all the family tree and asked Aunt Lilian about her father's family. Uncle Johann laughed and said he probably knew more than she did as he'd talked a lot with my grandfather. I found out that the original Jacques Fontane had been sent by his father to Paris to study as a doctor. The family did not originally come from Strasbourg but from Clermont Ferrand down in the Auvergne. Uncle Johann got a map of France and showed us. He said that after he qualified Jacques had gone back to his home town with his English wife and practised as a doctor there. Uncle Johann said he thought the family were concerned about the English wife, especially as she was a Protestant but from the family stories she was well-liked and made a great impression. Aunt Lilian went out and brought back a large photo album. She opened it to a page near the beginning where there was a double portrait of a man and a lady. They both looked rather stern and wore very formal clothes. He had on a high-necked tailcoat and she a very full black dress.

Aunt Lilian turned the pages and I saw more of the family. That first Jacques' eldest son was also Jacques. He was a juge d'instruction, a type of lawyer. He and his wife were in several photos from the 1890's onwards. There was one of him with three young girls taken in about 1910. They were his grand-daughters, Ma, Aunt Lilian and Aunt Annette. I knew Ma hadn't got any of these photos and Uncle Johann said he would get copies made. Lastly there were photos of my grandfather. A big man, in his clerical clothes in one photo, in an academic procession in another and several with his daughters and my grandmother. She smiled in every photo and looked so much like Ma I gasped as the page was turned.

Uncle Johann went on to say that Charlotte's Protestant background had stayed in the family, but when my grandfather wanted to study Theology he had to go to Germany, to Berlin, to get his degrees. So in 1884 he had gone there and learned the language and ended up with two prizes for his doctoral thesis eight years later. He had stayed in Germany as an assistant pastor for a few years and then had met my grandmother on a visit to Strasbourg. Strasbourg was then a German town but he settled there, married grandma, was a full-time pastor there and then was appointed to the University after the First World War when the town became French again.

So my family tree was getting complete. I thanked Uncle Johann and asked him if he could write it all down. He said he would because it was important. He said he knew his father's family right back to 1500 from the church records in the village where his family had lived for over four hundred years. He said we would have to meet his father. I saw Johann's face at that moment. He didn't look pleased.

Bed that night was a variation on the night before. This time I told Johann that when I was with my new cousins we did it all together. He was puzzled at first but once we had arranged ourselves on the floor with pillows we were well away sucking each other. Johann was soon bobbing and sucking on Tony's meaty pole while I had Pascal's full six and a bit inches well into my mouth. Tony, with his accustomed expertise got me going by finding that knot of skin just under the back of my ridge. We were soon huffing and puffing as three loads of boyspunk flooded three hungry mouths. Hungry for the taste of our companion's young seed and hungry to give more and more pleasure to each other. We lay huddled together just feeling each others bodies. Johann kept feeling my biceps on my right arm. He whispered “Tu as le bras fort”. I explained I lifted weights “les poids”. He nodded. “Poids et halteres”. I smiled as I think he meant weight-lifting - the real McCoy. I explained that these were small weights. Tony was following all this and suddenly chuckled. “Non, non,” he said, “poids, non!” and then made wanking movements. He poked my biceps. “Onze, douze fois tous les jours. Pour quatre ans, eh? Big muscles!”

We then discussed our respective habits. Johann said he usually did it twice a day. I said I was a two or three times a day lad and Tony said the same. We found that he and Pascal had done it together twice. Pascal was two months older than Johann and this had happened on a trek they had done into the mountains with a school party when they were fourteen. They had shared blankets on a hard floor of an old barn and Johann shyly said they turned towards each other and their hands brushed against each other's hard pricks poking out of their pyjamas. It was a matter of moments before two boys had caressed and felt the newly grown lengths. Both boys had shot quick loads against the blanket covering them. Johann said he didn't realise until then what a mess two boys could make and they were scared their schoolmates might notice the stains in the morning. He said that Pascal had explained everything to him as his big brother Nicholas had told him all about boys growing up. Johann had read about it in one of his mother's medical books which he said he suspected she had left out purposely for him to read. He said the next night they had laughed together when they felt for each other immediately and found “deux petites souris” peeping out of the fronts of their pyjamas. They also heard other boys as well. He and Pascal had done it together the next time on Pascal's fifteenth birthday when Johann had visited him in the flat the family had at the top of the hotel. They hadn't done anything else but he had heard two of the older boys when he was a bit younger accusing one of their fellow pupils of wanting to suck their 'pipes'.

He then said the two were those boys I'd asked him about that morning. Neither was liked at school as they were bullies. One was Hubert Sussmayer, whose father worked in the Police Department and the other was Heinrich Fugelman, whose father was a minor judge and both men were suspected of being over-friendly with the Germans during the War. Johann said the boys didn't like him because his father was known to be an honest lawyer and had made a bit of a name for himself by presenting the case for someone who was accused on some false charge and also because he was over a year younger than them but was in the same class. They didn't like Pascal for that same reason and also as his father had a hotel and they were the ones who called him 'Garcon'. I said from what I had seen no one couldn't like Pascal. Johann smiled and said he liked him very much. I guess you were always good friends with the boy with whom you shared your first experiences together!

All this time we were still lying on the floor on the thick rug stroking each other's backs and sides, tracing the contours of our bodies and feeling our developing adolescent physiques and build. Both Tony and I were now, I would think, fully grown. I weighed about twelve stone, which was good for my height, and little of that was fat. I gripped Tony's meaty buttock and compared it with the equally firm but classically rounded shape of my cousin's smaller, more compact rump. Tony had a nice body and was justly proud of that six and a half inches of prime English beef between his legs.

I was fully recovered now after that deliriously sweet first encounter. I felt a very determined hand grip my fully erect cock.. I gasped as Johann pulled back sharply and my foreskin was abruptly drawn down. He whispered “Mon cousin, c'est pour tu!” and quickly we trio of rampant hedonists were being sucked or sucking our new partners. Tony's cock was like him, firm, chunky with a good head on it! I laved and sucked on him while young Johann so lovingly and carefully did the same to me. I heard Tony gurgle as Johann came first. On that last upward climb of tension and then release he had renewed his movements on my prick and was sucking so, so hard I wondered if I could maintain such a vacuum on Tony. I tried and almost simultaneously our pricks jerked and pulsed as our second come of that night erupted into waiting mouths. Well, Tony! You and I must take some beating when it comes- ha ha - to amount. Both Johann and I had plenty in our mouths and extra sprayed over our cheeks. I even felt drops of Tony's warm juice on my ear. The three of us collapsed together and hugged and mewed in each other's ears, the other two licking eagerly at my cheeks and ear while I lapped up my own thick cream from around Johann's mouth.

Johann's poor pyjamas came in useful again to wipe any residue left. Tony said he could do with a constant companion in bed who would Hoover up his nightly effusions in such an efficient way as me and Johann. I had to hush him when we got back into bed and he had said this as I showed Johann how ticklish he was and if I hadn't clamped my mouth over his he would have started to yodel!

Monday morning we just smiled at each other, got up, all pricks erect, peed, washed and attired ourselves in shorts and shirts to have breakfast downstairs and wait for Pascal. First though I went with Aunt Lilian to her study - accompanied by the boys - where she replaced the strapping round my knee. They wanted to see the scar which by now was completely healed. I let them gently touch my kneecap and they could feel the steel pin Mr Foljambe had inserted. Aunt Lilian said she would get Professor Bechtelman to X-ray the knee in a fortnight's time and if he thought all was well I could leave the bandage off. She thought I could do a short walk each day but watch my step, no wrenching or sudden movements. I was able to flex my muscles more now without them pulling too much and I could bend my knee much more easily. What I was nervous of was putting my full weight on my leg, just in case. Aunt Lilian said I should practise doing that a few times every hour and she would also take me on Wednesday to the clinic where I could have some massage.

Pascal turned up exactly on nine o'clock. I asked him why wasn't Walter with him? He said his brother was very shy especially about meeting 'the big English boys'. Of course, he was dressed in his puritanical school outfit. Then Johann and he giggled together as he certainly wasn't going to spend the day with us dressed like that. Tony had the answer. He had a spare pair of Scout shorts. A second pale-legged young Swiss was soon ready and, accompanied by my hefty walking stick, we set off up the path behind the chalet. Johann and Tony were soon yards ahead. Pascal walked slowly with me. We didn't speak, I think he was happy to just be accepted.

I think we must have walked about a mile. The scenery was beautiful, big expanses of grass with trees dotted here and there and downwards we could see the lake stretching out away from us. At last we came across a water-trough. “Pour les vaches,” explained Pascal. There was a stone seat nearby and we sat side by side and just looked. After some time he turned slightly and smiled shyly. “Johann is a good boy,” he said carefully in English, “He is my friend”. I said, also in English, that I thought my cousin was a good boy and I hoped, Pascal looked puzzled at that word, I quickly said “J'aime a croire que tu aussi...” would be my friend and Tony's friend. He said that his brother Nicholas had liked me and had encouraged him to come today. I thought, that was what big brothers were for.

Tony had to butt in and sing the whole first verse, correctly, which sounded pretty good, finishing up by announcing it was one of four Indian Love Lyrics by Amy something or other and his mother was always singing it. The fool then went down on his knees in front of the boys and clutched them around their lower legs while looking up at them and bursting into song again, “Pale legs I love....”.

They loved it. English humour. Legs pulled, metaphorically and literally. Taking the mickey. Droll, friendly humour. Jokes! “Why did the chicken cross the road?”, “Why did the rabbit cross the road?” “Because it was the chicken's day off!”, “Knock, knock!” “Who's there?” “Cows” “Cows who?” “No, cows moo!”, “What did the zookeeper call his pet zebra? “Spot”, “Would you hit a woman with a child?” “No, I'd hit her with a stick!”, “What has four legs and flies? “A horse on a hot day!” “What has two legs and flies? A pair of trousers!”, and so on, and so on. We were like two Junior School kids. They must have thought the English were quite mad! The staid, upright, stiff upper lip Englishman in the European mind was knocked for six that day. Knocked for six? We said we would tell them about cricket. A side was in until it was out. When it was out the other side was in.... When the bowler bowled six balls it was an over, and then it was an over again.... If no runs then it was a maiden over.... And so on. But that laughter was the key to the development of good friendships.

That first day set the scene for all the days the four of us were together. Generally we split into pairs. We made it a rule that the Swiss boys should speak as much as possible in English and Tony and I in French. We insisted we wanted proper French and if they had any schoolboy rudenesses they had to tell us when they used them. We said the same about English and my first hour with Johann was spent repeating phrases such as “thirty thousand feathers on a thrush's throat” and “what a waste, which watch Walter wants” to get him to say his TH's and W's correctly. We laughed and giggled and he tried hard to get me to do a proper guttural R.

Aunt Lilian and, especially, Uncle Johann, spoke to me in German. All my long conversations with Aunt Lilian were in that language. She wanted to know everything about her sister and her dear husband. She asked me about the War and I told her about my experiences at Pin Mill House with the boys when the doodle-bugs came. She hadn't been to England but said as soon as possible she would come. Uncle Johann always talked about the time he spent at Oxford and being shown the sights of London by my father and Uncle Edward and he always talked about English beer. She said she missed seeing her other sister but wondered if she might one day get to America. She laughed when I talked about Uncle Alfred. She said he had been one of her father's cleverest students and had been amazed at how my father managed to transform the rather stuffy American to the laughing, jolly man she knew so well in the end.

After church the next Sunday I saw Aunt Lilian in deep conversation with a tall, thin man and the pair of them kept looking over at us. It turned out he was the organist and had been told by members of the congregation about Tony's singing. “Would he sing a solo?” Tony was a bit flustered and it was arranged we would meet at the church on Tuesday evening at six o'clock. Tony was asked what he would like to sing. He said he'd sung a piece from the St Matthew Passion at Easter in church at home. Perhaps that might do. He had sung it in English but he knew that it really should be in German. The organist went back into the church and came back with a vocal score. Tony skimmed through the pages and pointed.

That afternoon Aunt Lilian and I listened carefully as Tony read through the German to the Recitative. Luckily the piano was in tune and I played the underlying, limpid, detached chords as Tony sang the new words softly. Aunt Lilian had written them out for him while Tony and I sat side by side on the piano stool. At last he smiled, stood up, patted me on the back and launched full-voiced into that beautifully cadenced set of words. We played and sung it together several times. Aunt Lilian pointed out how to put emphasis on certain syllables. Uncle Johann and young Johann had been out somewhere and when they came in both were amazed at the progress. The harder part was to learn the aria. Aunt Lilian took him off to walk in the garden to read through the words, “Geduld!”, “Patience!” “Wenn mich falsche Zungen stechen....” “When such false tongues may charge me...”. I practised the wonderful opening noting that it should have a cello accompanying as well.

When they came back in I played through the opening and Tony came in full-throated with “Geduld”. I played on and he sounded really good with the false tongues passage next. He said we could take the score the next day and he would learn the German words off by heart. He knew the melody and Dr Baines, who trained their choir as well as being the substitute Cathedral organist, had told him how to interpret the words so he would sing the German words in the same way.

I found that Uncle Johann had inherited the piano when his mother died. He said she played it 'in her boudoir' but his father had a grand piano in his house. Aunt Lilian said they still had it tuned every six months and went off and came back with a bundle of music books. As I knew quite a few pieces off by heart I played about six pieces and was congratulated. So, Tony was to sing and I was told I had to entertain the family!

On Tuesday Pascal told us he would not be able to come to see us for the rest of the week as they had an influx of summer visitors at the hotel and he had to help. He would have next Monday off so could he join us then? We said immediately of course and that we would miss him and to make sure if there were any English visitors to speak to them.

Tuesday evening came and Aunt Lilian drove the two of us to the imposing church. Johann was a bit miffed but his mother said he would hear everything on Sunday. The organist was already playing as we wended our way up to the organ loft. He asked if Tony was ready and when he said he was he told him not to sing out loud but to stand behind him and let him hear how he was doing. I stood to the side and watched as the organist selected the stops and then played the first two opening chords of the recitative. Tony was perfect. It was just over a minute of singing of the highest quality. The organist went on immediately to play the opening phrases of the aria and Tony's first “Geduld!” was so heart-felt and when he sang that bit about 'false tongues' he really spat fire. He sang on and negotiated the long runs on 'rachen' with dexterity. When he had finished and the organist had played his last few chords there was complete silence. The organist turned and said, in English, “You have a great voice!”.

They then did the whole piece twice more, these times with Tony singing out fully. Aunt Lilian and I went down and sat in the pew the family usually occupied. Tony was perfection. His voice soared out into the cavernous building and, only once, did he hesitate on a word. Afterwards, the organist asked if he would come on Friday when the choir was there. He would sing his contribution to the service on Sunday instead of the congregation singing the hymn before the sermon.

Wednesday it had been arranged that I should have my knee X-rayed at Professor Bechtelman's clinic. He was quite a short man but with a bush of black hair brushed up on his head and was, obviously, very efficient. He examined my leg first then his assistant took me to the X-ray department. I only had to wait a few minutes before the X-rays were delivered back. The Professor said my leg was very well healed and the surgeon had done a good job. If I liked I could leave the strapping off but I should still carry my stick. I walked, unbandaged, to the café where Johann and Tony were waiting for me. I heard Tony mention 'Here comes Granddad' as I approached and I threatened to shove the stick where the monkey shoved its nuts.

Johann laughed when he heard that and told us the joke about the monkey in the Geneva Zoo which always poked any plums given to it up its backside. When a lady asked the keeper why he said the monkey had been given a very large plum one day which it had swallowed complete and the big stone in it had made him 'tres constipe' so he always tried the plums that way first now. We laughed, but I remembered I had heard the joke at school years before, so some other things than wanking must be universal!

The Friday night rehearsal was a success, in fact, the organist's wife played the cello part and the choir clapped when Tony had finished. He was word perfect now and really relished 'Schimpf und Spott'. The congregation had not been told on Sunday about the solo and I saw several people looking for their hymn books at the appropriate moment. Tony's clear voice rang out over the crowded church. He sung his heart out against the most wonderfully played accompaniment of organ and cello. I wished young Georgie had been there. “Thass ould Bach, he's the best!”

After the service many people came up to shake Tony's hand and thank him. I saw Heinrich and Hubert standing well back and I nudged Pascal who stood beside me. Very rudely, on a Sunday, he whispered 'arschlocher', which I took to be a sign he didn't like either of them! Even Heinrich's father came up and thanked Tony and shook hands with Uncle Johann as well. Hubert and Heinrich had real sneers on their faces and I thought good luck to them, miserable buggers.

Monday morning we had all assembled and Johann and Pascal were discussing where we should go when Pascal, who was standing near a window overlooking the path up the hillside, beckoned us. There were Heinrich and Hubert, dressed in white tennis shorts and shirts, carrying a racket each, one of them with a bag of balls, marching up the hill path, talking animatedly to each other.

Johann looked at Pascal. There was no tennis court on the hillside. Where were they going? We decided to follow them - at a discreet distance of course. We would have been a credit as a team of Red Indian trackers as we stealthily followed and shadowed the two determinedly trekking lads. At one point they turned off the main trail. Johann looked at Pascal and both shrugged their shoulders. We followed and hid in some trees as we saw the pair approach an old barn, almost derelict, with a gaping hole in its roof. They went in and after about three or four minutes I motioned to the boys I would go forward and recce. They followed about ten or so yards behind me as I sidled up to the opening where a door must have been years before. The barn was quite big, about thirty feet or so in depth and would have been quite dark if it hadn't been for the hole in the roof. What I saw was startling. The two boys were standing against the far wall illuminated by the sun streaming through the roof. I turned and put my finger to my lips and nodded that the others should witness the sight within.

Heinrich was standing, almost leaning against the wall. His shorts and underpants were round his ankles and he was holding his rucked up shirt well up his chest. His head was thrown back, his eyes were tight shut and his mouth was wide open as he had Hubert sucking voraciously on his stubby, thick-looking cock. Hubert was kneeling, his shorts back round his ankles but his underpants were not pulled down except at the front where the waistband was below two large balls. He was frantically fisting his own meaty tool as he sucked on Heinrich.

We stood across the opening and watched for maybe half a minute while the two, oblivious to our presence, carrying on with their endeavours. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Pascal could not contain himself and snickered. It was loud enough to alert Heinrich whose eyes opened as he snapped his head to see where the noise came from. He let out a roar, “Schysse!” he bellowed and at the same time pulled himself back from Hubert's sucking mouth and slammed a clenched fist against the side of Hubert's head. He added insult to injury as, trying to step back, his right foot kicked out and scored a direct hit on Hubert's pendulous bollocks so conveniently arrayed and ready. A look of astonishment crossed Hubert's face as he lurched to the side and then he gasped and squawked when the agony from the testicle toeing combined with the pain from the whack to his head finally reached his little brain. Automatically, his right fist came up and connected with Heinrich's prime set of goolies and a second shout, which I took to be “English Swine”, came from Heinrich before he took a second shot at Hubert's eminently kickable balls. Hubert was in full-throat too, “Schyssdragg” was only one word I construed from a torrent of rather unpuritan German. As we four turned and walked away the two of them were rolling in the dust whaling into each other and swearing and shouting. We heard Heinrich scream out as Hubert must have done something pretty nasty to his bollocks. We went into the little group of trees and sat hugging each other, not laughing, but satisfied that two ugly customers would never in future make reference to boys' habits, warranted or unwarranted, as the case may be.

As we waited the noise lessened and then there was silence. The lads must have been discussing things. Tony leaned forward and whispered that he pitied them, they were only doing what he and friends had done many times, but once they saw us watching they couldn't cope. He thought that was a pity that boys had to hide things. I saw Pascal watching him carefully. Tony had said this slowly in English and Pascal must have understood but was puzzled. Tony had unwittingly let out that we must have done things like that with Johann. From what Johann had told us Pascal and he had only tossed each other off and that only twice. Pascal looked at Johann who was sitting next to me. Johann smiled at him and nodded. I knew that at some time Pascal would be initiated into that next stage of boyish exploration of their sensuality. I knew it would be better for just the two of them so nothing more was said.

We watched and we waited. At last, a rather dusty Hubert appeared cautiously at the opening and scanned the area. We were well hidden and he saw nothing. He turned and must have reported back to Heinrich. Next thing was that Hubert came outside rather rapidly, propelled by the handle of Heinrich's racket pressed into his back. He was not happy, he turned and must have called Heinrich a few choice names as Heinrich then thrust him further forward by a well-aimed cut across his well-upholstered backside with the flat of the racket. We thought there would be another fight but then a very dishevelled Heinrich appeared. His once immaculate white shirt and shorts were filthy. Hubert must have got his own back for the thump and testicular attack. In fact, Heinrich grimaced as he walked out. His own balls must have been aching as his hand gripped the lower regions of his shorts as he walked out and also surveyed the scene. Two more grumpy looking youths could not be imagined. Instead of the confident walk up the path they now slouched off. Hubert leading and neither talking to the other. A pleasant wank, suck and whatever else planned had turned into a sour experience.

We watched and waited until they were long gone. We did not have to discuss or comment on what we had seen but it would be savoured, especially by the two youngsters. We spent the rest of he morning just chatting and walking then returned to the chalet for lunch. Pascal then said he'd better get back to the hotel and changed quickly into his school outfit. He shook hands very formally with Tony and me and said we had helped him so much and could he join us again when he had a day off. Of course he could, but I thought to myself we couldn't guarantee such entertainment each time!

That night we had a real Alpine storm. Lightning flashed, thunder roared and the rain pelted down. I think I was more scared than when the doodle-bugs came as the whole place seemed to light up with the intensity of the flashes. It was still raining heavily in the morning and Johann looked a bit downcast that we couldn't go out. We had breakfast with both his mother and father before they went off to the town to work. Johann said we would amuse ourselves and as long as Marthe, the cook, produced some lunch we would be happy. Uncle Johann said that would apply to me. My eating capabilities were now legendary even here in Switzerland!

We went back upstairs to Johann's eyrie and saw that the storm clouds were still overhead. He said we wouldn't be disturbed and he had a certain gleam in his eyes when he said that. The reason for the gleam was soon revealed. He was a bit hesitant but we settled down to a game of cards, gin rummy, which Tony was a past master at and nearly always won. We had played about three hands when Johann began to fidget. While Tony was dealing out the next hand he started.

We talked for a while as Tony and I explained that we had to be very clean and everything had to be unhurried, one could not risk hurting your partner. After that, things moved naturally on. First, after we had stripped off we each made sure we were as clean as possible, then helped each other to wash those most private places for each other quite unselfconsciously. We joined each other on the wide bed and caressed each other under the undulating duvet. Tony was hugging Johann as I carefully placed a towel under Johann's buttocks. I had found a bottle of unscented skin oil in a cabinet in the bathroom. Johann had said his mother had given it to him when he had some rough skin on his feet to help soften it. Perfect, I thought, for another essential use.

The boys pushed the duvet away as Tony lifted Johann's knees up to reveal himself. As Tony licked and laved Johann's chin and neck I anointed Johann's rosebud with oil and sucked carefully at Tony's erect shaft to moisten it ready. I fingered Johann guardedly, not wanting to alarm or hurt him and gently pressed against his puckered ring. The response was immediate, he was relaxed, waiting. One finger entered him and I withdrew it to add more oil. He gasped and his buttocks twitched. He sighed deeply when my finger entered him again and was slowly joined by a second. I pushed further in and he gasped again as I touched that mound I had learned would give such pleasure. He was ready and Tony was ready. We hadn't decided beforehand but Tony and I were such friends whoever was first would not matter. Slowly, Tony positioned himself above Johann and I could see they were staring intently into each other's eyes. Johann had such a sweet smile of contentment on his face I hoped against hope he was not going to be hurt or frightened. He nodded at Tony. A signal of readiness.

I felt for Tony's rock-hard rod and slipped his foreskin back and, as he moved forward I placed his tip directly on the oil-slicked goal. He pushed down and, with a slight movement of his head on Johann's part, took his virginity. No, no, that is wrong. Nothing was taken! Johann willingly gave Tony, his new friend, his virginity. I slid up the bed and watched as slowly and with such tenderness Tony entered Johann fully. I was reminded of those wonderful times I had experienced with all my friends and my other cousins when we had first passed into that so much higher state of intimacy. Johann's face was a mask of concentration. Tony moved slightly back and forth and must have been touching Johann's internal bud each time. They fucked slowly for a long time until, with a look of absolute wonderment on his face, Johann's engorged shaft erupted with a stream of creamy spunk. Tony quickened his thrusts until with a gasp and a grunt on his part he filled Johann with his own, no doubt, massive load. They laid face to face, chests heaving as they descended from those particular heights of passion. Tony lifted himself, then brushed his lips against Johann's.

He licked his lips and lowered my head and we kissed deeply, tongues just touching each other as my hips thrust forward and back with his hips responding in synchrony. I was so deep in him I was pressing hard on his spread buttocks. All was silence until I could hold on no longer. Somehow some animal instinct must have been triggered in me. My torso arched back and my lips were torn away from him as my head jerked back and open-mouthed I let out the most unearthly noise as spurt upon spurt upon spurt of my spunk jetted up through my shaft and flooded deep into Johann.

It was just a matter of moments before I relaxed a bit but I could see the startled looks on the faces of the two boys. Jacko's howl had been unexpected. I collapsed on top of Johann and then the three of us hugged each other, exchanging kisses with each other. I was still hard and jammed up as far as possible in Johann. Neither of us wanted to part but after five minutes I began to soften and we rolled away from each other. We were immediately joined together by Tony who drew up the duvet to cover us and we lay together quietly like a litter of contented young puppies.

At least an hour passed. Mainly in silence. Johann said several times how happy he was and we stroked his back and sides an he caressed us, too. In the end, with no pre-arranged signal we decided it was time to move. We giggled at the rather mucky state of the large towel. Johann said we were not to worry as he would put it in the basket ready for the laundryman to collect. He said Pascal had told him that the hotel sheets and towels were often stained so the laundry would know all about such things. What if his mother, or Marthe, or the maid, Lily, should find the towel, we asked? He laughed and said once things went into the basket no one bothered.

We spent another happy half hour in the bathroom and Johann had to have his bath last as he spent a lot of time in the lav complaining that he was full of strange stuff. Tony and I made sure he was dunked comprehensively in the bath and subjected to a thorough, giggling, cleaning with a rather rough loofah applied to all his delicate parts.

Over the next two days Johann fucked both Tony and me. I was first and in the end poor Johann was so carried away with the whole ecstasy and urgency of his needs he was thrusting into me like a mad thing just before he shot his load, ramming himself against me as hard as he could. I wasn't complaining. I had fucked Tony equally hard, and perhaps, more brutally. Johann's cry of triumph echoed mine. Perhaps that was inherited from that earlier Jacques!

Tony got the same treatment and he responded in kind, urging Johann on by himself thrusting up and arching his hips especially when Johann made his last massive plunges into Tony's depths. Two sweaty bodies lay entwined in a deep sleep after that and I wondered if those primal screams had echoed down below to where his parents' slept. No worry. The sturdy wooden building was absolutely soundproof!

That was that. We didn't fuck again. We didn't have to. We had each exchanged a part of ourselves with the others. Our friendship with Johann had moved onto another level. I felt with him almost that so, so deep feeling I had for Lachs and Flea. In a way it was the same, just as I felt with Tony and my other close friends who had shared themselves with me in that way. I thought long and hard about it. It was difficult to know but there was still some intangible bond with Lachs and Andrew which I couldn't define which transcended all my other friendships. It wasn't love. It was more than that. A perfect feeling of wholeness with another. I wondered if I could ever feel that with another person as well.

On Wednesday I was taken again to the clinic for more massage. I had forgotten completely about my knee when kneeling over Johann. In fact, I felt my knee was almost back to normal. The lady manipulated my leg and also massaged the muscles of my right leg. She said she was certain all was well, but..., always take care, still take the stick with me when out, don't do anything foolish, don't over-exert, she would see me next week.

Aunt Lilian was waiting outside the clinic when we emerged. Johann and Tony had been twitting me about being in there with all the old people with their crutches and sticks. I had whacked both, gently, on their backsides with my stick and said, if they had eyes in their heads, they would have seen that the patient before me was a sixteen-year-old boy who had fallen off his bike and done the same as I had! And if they didn't shut up they would be inextricably joined by having my stick stuck up both their holes at the same time but I would leave them to choose who would have the curly handle. Johann got the gist of this diatribe I had delivered in English and I was just explaining 'inextricably' to him, with Tony walking beside him holding up his left fist with his right hand forefinger inserted 'inextricably', when Johann spotted his mother sitting in the car on the other side of the road. We had to compose ourselves and I said I would deal with both of them later.

The tailor was expecting us. Johann had to have new clothes for the new term so the three of us were measured and fussed over while Aunt Lilian went round and selected shirts and socks. Both Tony and I chose a soft, very dark grey cloth. The tailor nodded sagely. He said it was a wise choice and it was good English cloth he had bought in England in 1938.

We were to return next Wednesday for a fitting. Johann, on the way back in the car, where I was sharing the back seat with him, kept grinning at my rather set face. Wait, toad, I thought, your 'petite queue', your 'petite souris', your most-valued 'petit bout', will get more than you've bargained for tonight! You're prime six inches of Swiss sausage will be tantalised beyond belief until you'll be begging for relief! I nodded to myself internally. I think I could persuade Tony for us to do a Tom on him!

I and Tony had discussed Tom's desire for being tied up and kept in suspense, just horizontally, several times. We had things all ready for Johann when we got to bed that night. I'd found several winter scarves, which when knotted together would make good tethers, and secreted them under the bed. So, after Tony and I had hogged the bathroom first, a rather startled Johann was pounced on and tied firmly by hands and feet to the bedposts. Then we started on the poor spreadeagled lad. I took the top end and Tony the bottom. He was licked from forehead down by me. From every toe and sole of each foot, upwards, by Tony. He squealed and was hushed by me clamping my mouth over his as his head wildly thrashed from side to side. We met at his navel with Tony purposely missing touching his cock or his balls. We started again, this time reversing the direction. We each made certain that when we reached any area which made him squirm just that bit more we concentrated on it until he was shivering and trembling and shaking all over. By the time we finished that second tour, with Tony finding that the sole of his left foot was particularly sensitive and I concentrating on his right nipple, young Johann was almost delirious. He was making disjointed noises in his throat with his head thrust back and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in uncontrollable movements.

Tony and I looked at each other. I winked at him and we quickly feathered our tongues, me down, and Tony up, his body until we almost met. Almost. Tony started to tongue his balls which were already drawn up tight in his scrotum against the base of his prick. His slim tool was straight up his belly, his 'tringle', or 'hardon'. I licked at the end of his knob just peeping from the enshrouding foreskin. He was desperately trying to free his arms by now and his whole torso was twitching. As his legs were wide apart Tony moved lower and lapped at that tight skin between his upraised balls and his hole. Soon Tony was probing his pucker as I unsheathed part of his knob. I tickled that for ages with the tip of my tongue while just lightly touching, firstly, his right nipple, then his left. Johann didn't know what to do. The noises became a continuous moan. I tapped Tony on the shoulder and we rolled away from. It took a moment or two for Johann to realise that the onslaught had ceased. His head jerked forward, his mouth still open, a look of puzzlement on his face.

We lay either side of him randomly touching different parts of him. His chin, an ankle, his left ball, a point on his chest, a bunch of pale hair above his knee tweaked, his navel explored. His muscles in various places jerked as we did this. After about ten minutes I nodded at Tony. We exchanged our routes. I nibbled at Johann's toes while Tony explored behind his ears with his prehensile, probing tongue. We did everything much more slowly this time and Johann was reduced to gurgles well before we met at his middle and started the return journey. Johann by this time was so far gone I wondered if he might piss himself when Tony sucked on his hard nut-like balls. This time I uncovered his knob completely and drew my tongue once round that so sensitive ridge.

We lay again each side of him and repeated the touching and exploring with our fingers. He was reduced to muttering “ Plait, plait, plait,” repeatedly when we began to tease his balls, cock and precious hole. I drew his foreskin back very slowly and wanked him half a dozen times while Tony laved those rock-like orbs in their red ridged tight sac. We stopped for a few moments then repeated it. After about ten minutes he was in a complete frenzy so at a nod from me Tony forced his tongue against his pucker and I gave his steel hard 'chibre' a dozen or so very firm strokes and he coated his pillow, face and neck with the biggest load he could ever have produced. He was almost gibbering with excitement and the euphoria of what had just happened. Without thinking I straddled him and thrust my own hard-as-iron prick into his open mouth. He clamped his lips round it and sucked on it so ferociously my own pent-up load burst from me in a torrent. He spluttered as I squirted both into his sucking mouth and, when that was too much for him, all over his face and pillow as well. I rolled onto my side. I was well and truly spent. If Johann felt as I did then..... Wow!!! Next thing I knew was that Tony had taken my place and Johann, having I assumed, swallowed the greater part of my load, was sucking on him, taking in great gulps of air at the same time. Tony was a bit slower than me in coming but he matched me, I would think, in output. Again, what didn't disappear down Johann's gullet was splattered over his face and his already cum-soaked pillow.

In the very early morning I woke and found I still had Johann clinging to me. What had roused me was the urgent movements of his hips thrusting his hard prick at me. He was fast asleep but suddenly a warm rain of his boyseed was shed between us. His movements subsided as he grunted and nuzzled his head against my chest. My cousin was with someone he loved and trusted. He had showered another gift of his love on that person, me. I felt honoured and gratified to have that love and trust. I was so content and relaxed. I kissed his head as he lay against me and fell asleep again. Those oh-so-tender moments with Flea were recalled before I, too, dozed off.

It was well past eight o'clock when we finally roused ourselves. At least Johann and I did. He smiled shyly at me as we unglued ourselves from his dried-up spunk. I whispered that he must have had a wonderful dream. He smiled and nodded. We went to the bathroom together and he stood and watched as I washed myself carefully, lathering my chest, stomach and belly as well to rid myself of night-time residues. I then shaved and as I rinsed the razor in the water in the sink and put it on the bathroom shelf he put his arm round my waist.

“Dix-huit ans, dix-huit centimetres,” I whispered. I tugged down and his skin lengthened considerably. “Vingt ans, vingt centimetres,” I announced categorically. We grinned at each other's reflections in the big sink-top mirror. I, at almost eighteen, still had just a little way to go for the seven and one tenth inches of eighteen centimetres. I wondered if I would reach that goal? Eight inches was way way past any dreams, midsummer or not!

I dragged the duvet away and there was Tony, “bande comme un cerf”, a hardon like a deer, a phrase Johann had taught us in one of our lighter moments. I repeated the phrase to Tony who nodded. I then said my cousin said I was hung like a donkey. He sniggered and said I was just boastful and it wasn't a matter of size but what you could do with it and if I wasn't careful his dear deer would be inserted fully into that part of me which, no doubt, could accommodate a full-sized bull elephant. We were rolling and wrestling on the bed when Johann came through.

We spent the day wandering up the hillside, laughing and chattering. The storms had abated and the whole place was bathed in warm sunshine. Naturally we found a quite area and stripped off and sunbathed, tickling each other with long fronds of feathery grass when we judged we might be over-cooking. Johann's pale legs had gone through the red stage and he was tanning just like Tony and me. He kept comparing his legs with ours and kept slyly rubbing his hands up my rather hairy thighs. Twice I had to hold him down to chastise him. I teased his nipples and then tweaked his ballsack and said he would lose the contained objects very soon so he wouldn't then be able to grow any fur on his shapely young legs. Tony told me to put the boy down as I was just a hairy monster and Johann scuttled over to Tony and held onto him. I said the only reason Tony was kind and considerate to him was so he could get his evil paws on him. By the time all these phrases had been explained to Johann it was time then for evil mouths to be clamped round “les queues bandez comme trois tigres!”

On Friday Johann had a dental appointment so Aunt Lilian took us all into town. After she left us and Johann went on to the dentist's I managed to get up the winding, hilly road to the big church at the top. My knee was holding out well and Tony didn't make me hurry or make remarks about 'poor old man'. When we came back down Johann was looking a bit miserable as he'd had to have an injection and a filling. This meant he wasn't allowed to have hot coffee so we walked along to the hotel where he popped in to see if Pascal was OK.

Aunt Lilian collected us just after twelve and, because Johann couldn't eat either, we went home instead of going to the restaurant Aunt Lilian had promised us. That afternoon we walked up the hill a bit and as it was boiling hot soon found a quiet place, stripped off and sunbathed. We teased Johann saying we would remove all his teeth because we should have had a good lunch. We'd had a good lunch anyway as Marthe came up trumps with some lovely cold cuts of meat. When he protested we had eaten and he had not I said he'd see what would happen because if he had no teeth he would be much better at sucking as there was no danger of biting. Tony said I was not to tease him as he had a sore mouth. Huhn, were they ganging up on me?

Wednesday I went for more massage then we had our fittings. The suits were perfect, some stitching just to be finished and they would be ready for Friday. On Friday we collected our suits and Johann had his new coat and britches as well. We paraded in all our new finery before Aunt Lilian took us all to the church for the final rehearsal. Tony's voice rang round the church and the choir members already there applauded.

So, Sunday came and in the packed church Tony sang his heart out. He said beforehand to me that he wanted to do it well as a thank you especially to my Aunt and Uncle for all they had done for him. “Then shall the righteous shine forth” rang out in the most confident way. Near the end he hit the top held A flat on “Sun” and descended to a pianissimo with such artistry before finishing with a ringing forte that I realised he could be a great singer if he had his voice trained. Many people congratulated him afterwards. Heinrich and Hubert were conspicuous by their absence but both the fathers came up and shook Tony's hand. I think my Aunt and Uncle were proud of at least one of their English visitors. The pastor was particularly gracious and was very interested when I told him my grandfather had been a Professor at Strasbourg and had been one of the pastors at the Lutheran church there. He said he knew it well and hoped to visit Strasbourg soon for a conference. Pascal was grinning as he stood with us and asked if Johann could play tennis with him tomorrow afternoon at four o'clock as he had booked the tennis court because there were now vacancies!.

That afternoon I asked Tony why hadn't he applied for a choral scholarship at one of the colleges? He said Dr Baines had suggested it but he didn't want to be tied down as he wanted to enjoy being at Cambridge. We had to explain to Johann that the colleges all had chapels and choirs and some were famous like King's College where Tony was going. Uncle Johann said he knew about Oxford which was the same and he had enjoyed going to services in Christ Church. His college had been Brasenose. Johann couldn't understand why a college should have such a funny name, Brass Nose!

One thing we had to do was visit Johann's grandfather. Johann made it clear he was not looking forward to this. His father had two elder brothers. The eldest now ran the factory which belonged to the grandfather. The next brother was an engineer and worked in a specialised watch factory as he wouldn't work for his father. Uncle Johann had been sent off 'to learn manners' and studied to be a lawyer. Grandfather was very strict and had no time for little boys! But protocol had to be observed and two visitors from England had to be paraded for inspection. Luckily it was after we got our new suits so we would look impeccably smart. Johann cheeked his mother and said he would go in old shorts and if Grandpa didn't like it..... He got no further, the finger was raised. I smiled at Aunt Lilian and said we would see he behaved. He was not in a good mood for most of the rest of the day. He kept saying he didn't want to go.

The five of us went by train to Geneva and marvelled at the sight of Lake Leman. We were met at the station there by a large old-fashioned car driven by a chauffeur. If Tony and I thought Uncle Johann's chalet was large then his father's house seemed almost as big as Ulvescott Manor except it was very square and red brick and heavily ornamented with railings and ironwork. Ugly wasn't the word. Johann had a very sour face when the heavy iron gates were opened and we drove in. We marched up the wide stone steps to the front door and were ushered in by an old, black-suited servant of some kind. There were dark drapes and old dark pictures on the walls as we walked up the hallway where the servant opened a door and stood back as we entered. Another equally old, grey-haired man was sitting behind a large desk covered in books and papers. He got up and he was very tall and thin. He was taller than Uncle Johann who was a couple of inches shorter than me, but broad, so I judged we were about the same height. He kissed Aunt Lilian ceremoniously on both cheeks and waited while Uncle Johann introduced us. Up to now he hadn't uttered a word. I stepped forward and was eye to eye with him. I put a hand out. He looked slightly startled but did the same and I shook it and said in my best French that I was very pleased to meet him.

I think the old man thawed a little. Here were two very smart looking English boys, both seemingly fluent in French. His equally smart grandson in his black puritan school outfit had given good account of his progress in English. He gave a rather wintry smile. He turned to Aunt Lilian and in rapid German said her nephew and his friend were smart, upstanding young men. I wondered if he didn't realise that I knew what he said. So, in my best German I said, “Sir, we think your grandson is also a fine young man and we are proud to be his friends.”

I don't think any of Johann's family had ever heard anyone praised before. Uncle Johann was keeping very quiet. I said, in French this time, that I would tell my father and mother what he had said and no doubt if they had known I was coming to see him they would have sent their greetings. He bowed and a hint of a smile played on his lips. I got the feeling he was more used to yes-men and relished the rare occurrence of someone not kow-towing to him.

The old man announced that luncheon would be served at noon and after that we could look at the house before we left for home. He had arranged for his chauffeur to be ready at five thirty. So our day was planned. When I first heard about the visit I had assumed we would be staying at least overnight because of the distance, as I thought, on the map. I was rather glad we weren't as the place was like a mausoleum. Each room seemed so over-furnished. Two things I noticed. A rather nice grand piano and also a very fine oil-painting of a country scene hanging on the wall in the room where the piano was.

As we entered the music room Aunt Lilian remarked that I played the piano. He marched up and opened the keyboard lid. I sat down and played a Brahms Intermezzo, the first music that came into my head. It was the second thing I had done which stunned him. He started back as I played the first few notes, but, as I played on, he visibly relaxed. At the end he put a hand on my shoulder and said in a very quiet voice, “That was my wife's favourite piece. She used to play it every time. Thank you, you played it so well.”

I didn't offer to play anything else, he was satisfied with that. I stood up and went over to have a closer look at the painting which had caught my eye. It was so different from any of the other paintings. It had a clearness and also a freshness about it in contrast with the rather heavy style of many of the other paintings. I turned to him and said I liked the painting. This time he did smile.

Anyway, Johann took us on a tour on the next floor up where there were large reception rooms looking out on a sadly overgrown garden. On the third floor were bedrooms. Huge, full of heavy, dark, carved furniture. It looked very much like the sort of thing I remembered seeing in an old copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales which frightened me as a kid. We didn't go up further as Johann said he thought there were only servants' bedrooms up there. He shook his head and said he was glad we weren't staying as the place really frightened him. I didn't like the look of it and Tony said it all gave him the creeps.

When we got down we followed the sound of conversation and found Aunt Lilian and Uncle Johann drinking wine. Johann's eyes nearly popped when his grandfather indicated we should also partake of a glass. It was a lovely, fairly sweet wine and as two bottles had been opened we had two glasses each. I could see Uncle Johann was puzzled over the conviviality and Aunt Lilian had a look of wonderment as well.

Lunch was served on the dot. Three ladies in black frocks and starched white aprons served us, supervised by the old manservant. We had a substantial thick soup followed by some choice cuts of meat, then a platter of vegetables each to have with the meat. Even I was bloated when I finished this, but then cheeses were brought in, followed by a fine creme brulee. I knew all about this as we had fine meals with Aunt and Uncle each evening and we had also been introduced to his extensive wine cellar as well. I was surprised as the old man scoffed up just as much as I had. And he had three glasses of wine to the two which the rest of us drank. Those two wines were gorgeous, too. The boys were also enjoying the food and Aunt Lilian and Uncle Johann looked much more relaxed.

During the afternoon we three went into the extensive garden. We were too full up and drowsy after the wine and food to explore but found a couple of garden seats and sat and dozed. We were called back for tea at four o'clock and I felt stuffed again. I'm afraid we three boys got a slight fit of the giggles, probably because the effects of all that wine had not worn off, but I don't think the others noticed.

Dead on half past five we were shown the door. I don't mean that nastily but everything in the house obviously had to run to exact times. Actually, I was warmly, yes, warmly, shaken by the hand and told I, my friend and Johann were invited to visit him whenever we wished. Johann didn't look too pleased but was perfectly civil to his grandfather as he bade him goodbye. Johann breathed a sigh of relief as we got into the car. I prodded him as I wondered if anything might be reported back by the chauffeur. I noticed that Uncle Johann and Aunt Lilian said nothing on the journey to the station and Aunt Lilian had Ma's frosty look on her face..

We had a reserved compartment on the journey back and then we heard the full tale. Grandfather was going to sell the factory. He had received an exceedingly good offer from an American company. He wanted Uncle Johann to handle the sale and he didn't want his other sons to interfere. He was also going to sell the house to the Americans as they wanted a big place for their company offices and accommodation. He was going to buy a smaller house in Neuchatel as he liked the place, which was the reason why Aunt Lilian didn't look too pleased.

I asked how he could speak such good English. Uncle Johann laughed and said his father had had an English nanny and then an English governess. His own mother had died when he was very young and in the end Uncle Johann's grandfather had married the governess. Then she had died when the boy was sixteen or so and he had to take over the factory which his father had founded as soon as he finished at Geneva University. Then, when he married, he had to carry on living in the house, which had never been changed or updated and Uncle Johann was born in the house and said his father was very strict with his three sons. Uncle Johann had actually wanted to be an artist but his father forbad this and after a number of confrontations his father had told him to leave the house. He and his father had become somewhat reconciled but, I think the best phrase which I told him and he laughed, was 'distance lends enchantment'. Aunt Lilian said she wondered how near one could be before the enchantment wore off!

Anyway, I was the star of the show. I had thawed the old man so completely, he had produced the pre-lunch wines which Uncle Johann said had never happened before and then he had offered to pay for the rest of Johann's schooling and also wanted to know if Tony and I had any pressing needs. So perhaps I had done something in my own small way. I know that night Johann showed his relief at not having to spend time at that house and also that I had been instrumental in getting his school fees paid. He had been well-taught not only to speak good English enough to impress his grandfather but also how to pleasure horny young English lads in a most delightful way. After four loads of good English boycream had been delivered by Tony and me, he was asked if he did not think that creme Anglaise was not better than the creme brulee he had so eagerly lapped up at luncheon. The toad had to construe that double negative and then said we'd better see if creme Johann was equally as good. Toad paid dearly as we extracted three good loads and a final meagre portion of very thin gruel which Tony said even Oliver Twist would have rejected. No, we didn't have time that night to explain who “O-liver Tvist” was. I tweaked his left nipple and said he would be repeating 'twist' plenty of times in the morning and woe betide if he got it wrong. 'Woe betide?' We smothered him with licks and told him to get to sleep!

The rest of the holiday went by so quickly we were not ready to say goodbye so soon it seemed. Johann was most put out as he had to start his new school semester and Tony and I were left to wander about by ourselves. I had a final massage session and the lady said my knee and surrounding muscles were good. My limp would go once I felt able to put most of my weight on the injured leg. We sat at the café several mornings and spoke to a number of people who struck up conversations with us and felt immersed in listening to and answering in French to numerous accents. I was very confident now.

I must say we both missed the little toad when he went back to school. Little toad? He was growing fast as his mother commented the first time he put on his new puritan suit. He reported back that Hubert and Heinrich gave him and Pascal a wide berth and they seemed much quieter now and didn't make bullying comments to the younger kids. He did tell us one night towards the end of our stay that he was certain his cock had grown since the beginning of the holiday. Tony said probably so as it had been bathed in good English mouth juice enough times and he'd also had the benefit of lots of good English spunk which he was sure was most nourishing for growing boys. We held him down and admonished him that he wasn't to play with his cock too much when we went home to England as he would wear it away and if he did it too much it would affect his eyesight. He just laughed and said he'd heard that at school and if it was true I, at least, should have a white stick like a blind person instead of the brown walking-stick I carried. I said by the time I'd finished with him that night his little cock would be worn to a stump but he wouldn't worry about it because he wouldn't be able to see it tomorrow anyway. The toad just giggled and grabbed my hand and put it on his stiff prick and said I could start now and he would keep his eyes closed to practice being blind!

Of course, I wondered what I could do to say my own thank you to my Aunt and Uncle. I had spent very little of my money. We had been supplied with Swiss francs in abundance for coffee and pastries when visiting the town. I had bought postcards and stamps and sent plenty off to all my friends and family. I had sent one to Herr Vogel as well and written a long letter to Hans in my best German. Just before we had to return to England there was a letter from him, saying that Friedrich had arrived home to general rejoicing after trekking home from somewhere in the East. It sounded like Russia and he must have escaped through the border somehow. He was recovering from his long journey but the doctor said he needed medicine. Aunt Lilian immediately said she would try to find out more and see what she could do.

I counted up. I had nearly twenty-four pounds left. I had looked at the menu in Pascal's father's restaurant and wondered if I could afford to take five people out for a meal. Johann must have overheard me say something about it to Tony because at the end of the week before we were due to leave he gave me a note from Pascal saying a table had been booked in my name for Monday evening. Johann wouldn't say anything and I knew better than to ask more. Tony also had an enigmatic look on his face when I read him Pascal's note. Was something up? Anyway, the dinner was superb. Also, both Pascal and his brother Nicholas were our personal waiters. I asked Uncle Johann to choose the wine and I dreaded to think what all this was going to cost as we had two lovely wines with the meal. At the end Pascal presented me with the bill, made out in English currency, with the total as twenty-three pounds ten shillings. Uncle Johann insisted on adding the tip, in Swiss francs.

The last morning Johann slightly staggered out of bed having just been relieved of a final load of fresh Swiss boycream and as he almost reached the bathroom door a rather lively Tony dived out of bed and executed a very neat rugby tackle on him just below the knees, catching him so that he didn't fall forward. He then swung Johann round and still clasping him by his lower legs warbled

All the family came to see us off at Basel station as Johann had been given special dispensation to be absent from school. Johann was in tears again as we hugged each other. I said he was to come to England and bring Pascal with him as soon as possible. Aunt Lilian hugged me and she was in tears, too. I had to tell her sister she wanted to see her as soon as possible and to tell her what a good son she had. She rather let the cat out of the bag. She kissed me again and said not many boys would willingly pay all their money like I did, I must have a good heart. I realised then, of course, that meal must have cost much more. A conspiracy! Johann helped us into our sleeping berth compartment with our bags. I hugged him again and swatted his backside and said he would have a very good time when he came to England, and I would pay for all of it! He grinned. He knew! I then whispered that he must keep Pascal as a good friend but not to lead him into any bad habits. The toad made a sucking noise and licked his lips so I swatted his backside again. Tony hugged him and said he'd made him so happy and welcome. The toad grinned and said in faultless English, “I have two big brothers now. Very big! N'est ce pas?”.

Fall in love? I loved my cousin. I loved him more every day over the past two months but I knew what Tony meant. To love someone you had to share yourself completely with them. No, I loved Johann, but not in that way. I thought about my other friends, my new cousins, Lachs and Flea. My love for them was nearer to what I think Tony was driving at. We had shared ourselves willingly and pledged to do anything for each other. It was an intense sort of love and that pledge was important. Then, why did Tony say to fall in love with a boy? I thought back to what Matt had said about he couldn't be bothered with girls. I hadn't quite dismissed that just as Matt's reaction to having Julia as a sister and not knowing any other girls. Yes, Matt had said he preferred to be with boys.

He nodded. It took quite a while before he could answer. “I think I want to live with a boyfriend as husband and wife,” he said slowly. “I don't know, but I am not interested in girls at all.” He smiled. “Kats has that friend Bella and when she comes to stay or we've been on holiday she's all over me.” He snickered slightly. “I think she wants me to snog her, you know, kiss her and feel her up, but I don't want to. I don't even get a hardon when she strokes my leg and I know you do when Kats gets near you.” He smiled . “And those new cousins of yours both had stiffies as well.” He leaned forward. “Nothing for me, but when I see Johann I get a jolt inside. I get the same with your cousin Andrew, you know, Flea. I could cuddle him and make real love with him.” He stopped. “Should I be saying this to you?”

I was curious. I knew I liked being with boys very much. I enjoyed having such intense sex with them. I loved them in a way - who couldn't, having shared such close, intimate things. But I also knew I would not be satisfied unless I explored things further with girls. My fantasies at night were peopled exclusively with those friends with whom I'd shared so many exquisite occasions. I knew it would be difficult for me to give up such things, but, if? But, if the right person came along, a girl, and I really fell in love... I didn't know. I would be eighteen in a week or so. I had only known sex with boys. I wondered if I should make an attempt. I'd heard lads in the Sixth Form joking about going off with a pro, a prostitute, a tart. “Biology Question: How do you make a hormone?” “Fuck her with a twelve-inch prick!” If I tried that action would I know what I preferred?

I said I liked Kats very much but I didn't know her well enough to say I was in love with her. No more was said but Tony had that enigmatic look on his face again. And so the train rumbled on. We slept and were awakened early just before the train slowly edged its way into the Paris terminus. It was very early morning and still almost dark but we easily found a porter and a taxi-cab. Pa's bundle of French francs was very useful in more ways than one. We had time at the Gare du Nord for a quick coffee and bought a filled baguette each to eat on the train. Tony also made us nearly miss the train as he insisted on buying five packs of foul French cigarettes. I had to rescue him as I found him waving an English one pound note under the protesting nose of the little Frenchman behind the tabac counter. I whipped out the diminishing bundle of French franc notes and pacified him. He was instantly mollified and looked at me quizzically as I spoke to him in fairly rapid French apologising for my stupid friend.

In fact we managed to bundle ourselves on the much earlier train, just as the guard was about to wave his flag and blow his whistle, and were in such good time we were able to sail on the late morning ferry from Calais and arrived tired in Kerslake near midnight. That meant not having to stay in London overnight at the Bloomsbury hotel Pa always stayed at and had suggested to us.