Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2020 19:58:10 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper -Chapter 2

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Mr Macdonald shook hands with the guard and started towards the carriage
door, I am not sure what happened next, but he seemed to slip, and down he
went like a sack of potatoes, his kilt flew up and over his chest, exposing
his thick uncut cock and heavy balls sac covered in red hair to anyone who
was looking, he seemed to be stunned for a moment, then leapt up helped by
the train guard, pushing down his kilt as he regained his composure, he
reached for the door and climbed aboard.

As the carriage lurched into life, one of the Masters started us all
singing the school song, me I made a mental note, at least four or five
inches of thick cock, covered with fiery red pubes.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 2


Mr MacDonald, looked a bit flushed as he came down the carriage.

`Mr MacDonald Sir, we saved you a seat here'

I pointed to the seat opposite me, I wasn't stupid, he looked down at it.

`Ooch that's very kind Thomas, but I think Mr Evan's has saved me a seat
further up'

I stood up and looked down at where Mr Evans was sitting,

`I can't see any space there Sir'

MacDonald strained to look too

`No, you seem to be right, well I will take up your offer of a seat here
then Thomas'

Mr MacDonald squeezed his way between us boys and holding his kilt together
carefully sat down. I watched as he adjusted the material and his sporran,
finally happy, he looked round at us and smiled.

`I hope you didn't hurt yourself as you fell Sir'

I couldn't resist asking

`Ohh you saw that, yes the platform was a bit slippy, still no harm done'

He looked into my eyes, he knew I had seen everything.

Train journeys always start with a lot of hustle and excitement, then if
you're not near a window to watch the countryside rush past, or if you're
not lucky enough to have a guy in a kilt opposite you it can all get a bit
boring; unfortunately today it was pretty gloomy and wet outside, so gloomy
the dim carriage lights were on, not that they gave off much light; at
fourteen I was grateful for the man in the kilt opposite me.

`Is Castle Frazer really haunted Sir?

`Well legend has it Thomas' Mr MacDonald replied

`Have you ever seen the ghost, Sir?

`No, never, now don't you go frightening the younger ones, Thomas, with
ghost stories'

`Go on Sir, you can't frighten us, whose ghost is it?

I had to ask, Mr MacDonald, gave me a stare, then smirked, he lent forward
and throwing caution to the wind, almost in a whisper he began,

`Well the story has it, it was a fourteen year old stable lad, who got
locked in one of the towers, for driving his Laird and Master crazy by
always asking questions'.

Mr MacDonald paused for effect, the boys in our seating area went quiet.

`Ha ha, very funny' I said

`No its true listen in'

We all lent forward

`The next day the Laird had to go off to the city and left forgetting he
had drunkenly, locked the lad in the tower room. Three weeks later the
Laird suddenly remembered what he had done, he raced back to the Castle,
the weather was awful, thunder and lightning, it dogged his footsteps all
the way back to the Castle, his best two horses dying under him; exhausted,
as he rode them back like the wind, the last beast dying within view of the
Castle sitting ghostly quiet, shrouded by the darkness'

Even I jumped as the carriage lights flickered and the windows rattled as
an express train thundered past us, causing our ears to pop, there was a
series of cries from the boys, Carstairs put his fingers in his ears and
started going lalalalala.

Mr MacDonald looked at Carstairs and looked like he was going to finish
there.

`But then what Sir? What happened' I couldn't stop myself.

`Well the Laird finally arrived at the Castle, A jet black raven on the
gate, shrieked at him cackling, accusing him, so with his cloths soaked
from the storm, the Laird ran to the tower steps, his dripping cloak
leaving water splashes up round and round on the floor of the tower, his
spurs clattering and sparking on the stone staircase, he arrived at the
room, he threw himself at the bolted oak door, struggling to get the bolt
open, with the door finally creaking opening, he stared in horror as there
on the floor behind the door was the stable boy, starved to death, his
fingers and toes gnawed off his hands and feet, and since that day, it is
said, that on a wild night you can hear the drumming thud of the horses
hooves and their final dying whinny's on the wind, but that's not all and
the'

`Lalalalala' it was Carstairs again.

`Go on Sir' some of the boys were covering their eyes and ears.

`And the young lad, his tormented soul, banging on doors in the Castle and
whining, "but why Sir?"

Mr MacDonald did a pretty good impression of my voice right at the end, he
belly laughed and pointed at me.

`Had you going, had you going'

All the boy's suddenly exhaled, relived it was all a made up story, they
burst out laughing and pointing at me; I watched Mr MacDonald's eyes he
winked at me, but I knew from my visit to the library on the Tuesday before
we left, from reading of the ghosts of Scottish Castles, he had just told
the true story of the ghost of Castle Frazer, well all but for the last
line; replace `whining' `with blood curdling Screams, he cried but why my
Laird' and you have the real tale.

The joke was on me; or so it seemed, our laughing, chatting and singing of
songs lasted for about two more hours before the younger kids started that
famous line; are we there yet? Neither of the Masters had the heart to tell
them it would be several hours more before we even reached Edinburgh let
alone Inverurie.

Our journey speed was dictated and controlled by panicky railway and
observer corps members, several times we boys all ended up in a heap on the
floor as the emergency brakes operated, the guard running through the
carriage whirling his football rattle and shouting `enemy planes, enemy
planes' the first time it caused quite a stir, I found myself floundering
around on the floor in front of Mr MacDonald, he had spread his legs
slightly, I didn't even think about it as I grabbed his knee to help myself
up, his skin was firm and warm to my touch, his ginger leg hairs course
between my fingers.

`Ohh, watcha, hang on Thomas, I will help you up'

MacDonald knocked my hand from his knee and gripping my arm he pulled me up
off the floor, he stood to help a few of the others and then plonked
himself down. We were barely all back in our seats when the guard went back
the other way.

`false alarm, false alarm'

A few moments passed and another long blast of the engines whistle, the
train shuddered and slowly began moving forward. Mr MacDonald sighed and
looked at his watch, I think he was aware I was watching him, he smiled as
our eyes made contact a couple of times, then maybe because of that he
leant back his head against the head rest and closed his eyes. What he
hadn't noticed was that the material on his kilt was stretched taught
across the top and his knees were apart, I nudged Carstairs who was sitting
next to me, he gave Landers a poke and nodded towards Mr MacDonald. Landers
mouthed at me

`Can you see anything?

I shook my head

`Pretend to do up your shoe laces'

He hissed, I nodded and got down on the floor, I undid my laces and then
looked up at Mr MacDonald's face, his eyes were still shut and he was
making a slight snoring noise. I peered into the darkness beneath his kilt,
dam

`It's too dark, have you got your torch?

I whispered to Landers, he rummaged in his satchel and pulled out a small
torch, I pointed it at the floor and then slowly shone it up the front of
the seat and then between Mr MacDonald's open legs.

`What can you see, what can you see?

Landers was whispering with increasing urgency, I sat just taking it all
in, Landers joined me on the floor, he giggled and nudged me

`Can I see?

It was Carstairs, he lent down peering under the kilt too, Mr Macdonald's
thick cock was laying over his bulging balls, it looked thicker than
before, his foreskin had pulled back exposing half of his cock head; it was
much redder than the pale skin of his shaft and balls, the head appeared to
be staring straight at us, his cock lips a slightly lighter colour than the
head, I moved my head closer, his ginger pubes glowed in the torch light, I
could feel the heat from his meat on my face and breathed in the manly
smell wafting from under the material; it was just like my dad's Y fronts.

I raised my hand, dare I see if I could touch it.

`Boys, what are you doing?!

I dropped the torch, Mr Evans, booming voice made me jump out of my skin,
Landers leapt back into his seat, I went to stand too, but stood on my
undone laces, I over balanced and sprawled on the floor simultaneously
trying to grab the torch I had dropped, Mr MacDonald was now on his feet
too, I couldn't resist one last look up his kilt.

`Atholl, err Mr MacDonald' Mr Evan's corrected himself, `It appears your
kilt is causing some interest amongst the boys'

I sat on the floor, I could feel myself blushing, Mr Evan's reached down to
help me up, I must be cock obsessed, I couldn't stop myself staring at the
front of his tweed trousers, I was sure I could see a three or four inch
tube pointing to his right trouser leg, finally I was on my feet.

`I think, I had better look after the torch Thomas, if you don't mind'

Mr MacDonald held out his hand for the torch.

`Any one would think you boys had never seen a man in a kilt before,
honestly'

Mr MacDonald tsk'd and moved into the corridor to join Mr Evans; He must
know it was his cock we were all interested in surely.

Johnson came and sat in the seat Mr MacDonald had been in, seats had been
swapped. The train rumbled on, I think we all drifted off to sleep, I woke
hearing the train guard speaking to Mr Evans and Mr MacDonald.

`We won't be going any further than Edinburgh tonight gentlemen, I have
arranged for us to stop at the platform so the boys can get something to
eat and drink and then this carriage will be pushed into the shunting yard,
until tomorrow morning when a new engine will take you on up to Inverurie'

Mr MacDonald protested, but to no avail, apparently nothing was moving
further north tonight, due to air raid warnings the guard then turned and
left the carriage.

Mr MacDonald called us all to attention, he explained what was happening a
few of the younger boys began to cry, Mr Evans asked us older boys to
spread out around the carriage and look after them to make sure they were
okay. I ended up with `Smyth A' sitting next to me where Carstair's had
been, he was twelve years old, with black hair, his face was streaked with
tears, he cuddled up to me.

`What's your first name, I can't call you Smyth A, can I? My names David'

I said returning his cuddle

`Anthony' he mumbled `my brother is Smyth J, he is Jon, he is my twin'

`Twin, how lovely, would you rather sit with him?

`No, can I sit with you?

I nodded as he pushed his arm around my waist and squeezed me
tightly. Twenty minutes later we came to a halt in Edinburgh Waverly
station, the platform busy with people hurrying in all directions. Our
evening meal turned out to be a cheese sandwich a mug of oxtail soup and a
small piece of cake, once we had all eaten, we were led in small groups to
the toilets and then returned to the train, a quick roll call and with all
correct, the carriage was shunted into the freight yard. The two Masters
went down the carriage and lit a candle in each seating area, their small
flickering flames barely illuminating anything, but still giving the
younger ones some comfort.

It was so dark outside that we left the carriage blinds open, with Anthony
snuggled up to me, his head in my lap, I sat looking out into the darkness,
there was nothing to see. Two hours later I was woken by Anthony pulling at
my arm

`I need to pee'

I tried to look into his face, the candle had gone out so the carriage was
in total darkness.

`I need to pee desperately'

I led Anthony down to where Mr Evans was sleeping, I shook him away

`Sorry Sir, Anthony needs a pee, so do I come to mention it'

Mr Evans stretched and looked at his watch,

`Well there is nowhere in here',

Mr Evans thought for a moment and then said

`Follow me'

He led us to the end of the carriage and opened the door, he switched on a
torch and we climbed down the metal ladder on to the track, I had to help
Anthony, holding him round the waist as he climbed down. We lined up to
piss, the torch illuminating the grey ballast.

`I have finished can I hold the torch? It was Anthony

`That was quick, well okay but keep it shining on the track so we can see'

Mr Evans said handing the torch to Anthony, like any kid given a torch in
the dark, Anthony started shining it all over the place. He illuminated a
water tower about twenty feet away, following its shape to the top with the
torch beam.

`Give it back to me, stop pointing it at the sky, the Nazi bombers' will
see it' Mr Evans snapped.

Anthony burst into tears and panicked pointing the torch straight at Mr
Evans, he was caught in the beam of the torch, his trousers undone at the
waist, his fly buttons fully undone, his shirt pulled up, his cut cock
hanging heavily over his bulging balls, pissing a heavy stream onto the
stones, his black bushy pubes thickest over his cock but spreading in a
thick column up his stomach all the way up to his waist.

`Put the torch down' he snapped

Any semblance of control Anthony had left vanished as he went to pieces and
the torch beam went straight into Mr Evans eyes

`Give it to me for Christ sake'

Mr Evans reached for the torch, whilst fumbling with his cock and trousers,
in his haste he knocked the torch out of Anthony's hand, it rolled off on
the ground, me after it. I picked it up and illuminated Mr Evans cock one
last time.

`Switch it off' he barked

I did as he said, now standing in the darkness, I could hear Mr Evans
scrabbling to do up his trousers, Anthony was now sobbing, I put my arm
round him, leaning down

`It's okay, he is not really cross with you, no Nazi Bombers' saw it'

I saw Mr Evans outline turn towards me, maybe I had sounded a bit
sarcastic, I patted Anthony on the head.

`Give me the torch' Mr Evans said again

I handed it to him and once more it illuminated the railway ballast at our
feet.

`Come on, back on the carriage, sorry I shouted'

Anthony was soon back snuggled up to me in the darkness

`Did you see his willy, I have only seen my brothers before, Mr Evans' is
huge though'

I nodded and pulled him close, he looked at my face and yawned and fell
back asleep. A few hours later I was woken by another train being shunted
on to a track about twenty feet from ours; it stopped next to the overhead
water filling station Anthony had illuminated earlier. I peered out of the
window at it, like ours it consisted of passenger carriages, several of
them, I could see figures well outlines of people some leaning against the
windows, but the carriages were all dark inside so I couldn't make out any
more.

I was woken again by Anthony pulling at my arm

`Look there are naked men outside'

I looked out of the window, he was right, on the tracks next to us, were
dozens of men, some removing soldiers uniforms others naked, holding
towels, all lined up as another group were showering under the water refill
tower, water was gushing from the heavy nozzle above them; this was being
controlled by another guy turning the tap on and off, after the group were
all wet, they started to soap up and the stood as the water came on again
and washed the soap away, they ran for their towels, it didn't look very
warm, some of them were jumping about slapping their sides as they
waited. I pressed my nose to the window, I had never seen so many adult
cocks, all shapes and sizes, some thick and fat others thin, some hanging
down several inches others barely visible, some of the men as hairy as
gorillas and others total hairless, my eyes darted about taking it all in,
most of the boys had now woken up and were watching what was going on just
outside, the noise must have woken, Mr MacDonald, suddenly he was alongside
us peering out of the window.

`Close the blinds boys please, close all the blinds, you I said close the
blinds'

Then we could see nothing, Mr MacDonald was joined by Mr Evans, who hadn't
seen what was happening.

`A troop train, all having a morning shower by the look of it'

Mr Evans nodded

`I will go and find the Guard see if I can find out what's happening with
us'

Mr Evans walked back down the train and left the carriage, I moved the
blind forward just a bit.

`Leave it alone Thomas'

I had been caught Mr MacDonald shook his head and walked back down the
carriage.

`Boy's listen in' it was Mr Evans back

`Boys we are going to be taken back to the platform were they have some
breakfast rolls for you and then after you have all used the loo's we will
be attached to the troop train some of you saw earlier and then its next
stop Inverurie'

We all cheered.

Mr Evans turned to Mr MacDonald

`Apparently they are building an Army training camp not too far from the
Castle'

Mr MacDonald nodded

`Well I am sure they won't be bothering us'

An hour later we were all fed, watered and had been to the toilets, our
carriage was shunted up and coupled to the troop train. The engines whistle
screamed out across the station and with the juddering of the pistons and
clouds of smoke, we were on our way. The weather was beautiful and I sat
with Anthony looking out of the window as the scenery changed from the
Lowlands to the Highlands, we thundered across bleak desolate plains and
wound our way round towering mountains. You could feel the train begin to
slow down, the course grasslands changing to cultivated farmland, then the
odd house and as the train slowed to a crawl, a platform and the signs
heralding our arrival at Inverurie.

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Guy's let me know if you want me to continue David's adventures. There's
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Other stories by this writer:

`NightCam Fun'
`Exploring my brother'
`Joshs Adventures series'
`An Army life for me'
`Grandmas Bedroom'
`Dominic Online'
`Vampyre'
`The Extraordinary Christmas Party'