Date: Wed, 28 Sep 2005 03:17:55 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Shelter From the Blitz" story

			  SHELTER FROM THE BLITZ
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Cor, blimey, but look at the lad!" the cook said when I walked into
her kitchen with Aunt Tessie. She was almost a stereotype of the English
cook, large, robust, ruddy-faced, stuffed to bulging inside her cook's
white outfit topped with an even whiter apron. "And you have come to join
our company, have ye?"
     I nodded, bashful. The other two women at their breakfast were the
house maids, one for upstairs and one for downstairs. Actually, they both
worked on both floors, but that was their titles, the upstairs maid
outranked the downstairs and there were some duties they performed alone.
     "Edna, Beth, Amy, this is David." my Aunt Tessie said. "He'll be
staying with us for a while."
     "You're the one whose father's gone into the military, aren't you?"
the cook (Edna) said. "And then your house got all blown apart, didn't it?"
     "Uh-huh." I said. It was the time of World War II now known as "The
Blitz," after the fall of France and before the U.S.A. joined the war and
Britain was standing alone against the Germans. They had blasted most of
our RAF planes out of the air and our few remaining planes were doing their
best, but the Luftwaffe pretty much had their own way. Night after night,
the bombs would fall, night after night we would hide in the shelters and
hope the next day to find our homes still standing.
     I'd been one of the unlucky ones, for I'd got out of the shelter three
days ago and my home had been smashed and burning. My mother had then
gotten hurt trying to dig some of our possessions out of the blaze, and was
in the hospital with her burns. So for the next six or eight weeks, I was
going to be staying with my Aunt Tessie on the outskirts of London.
     "Which reminded me. "Where's your shelter, Auntie?" I asked, looking
up at her earnestly.
     "It's outside the kitchen door." Aunt Tessie said. "You can see it
right there."
     "Good." I agreed.
     "He can't be in there with us!" Beth protested. She was thin as could
be, with even her nose a straight little triangle on her pinched-looking
face. She was the upstairs maid. "There's not room enough for us four as it
is!"
     "Well...I hadn't considered it." Aunt Tessie waffled.
     "There's not room." Beth said again. "We're shoved in toe to heel and
nose in eyeball as it is!"
     "He's right, Mum." Amy joined in. She was a bit plain-looking,
red-haired, but prettier than the other two by a long stretch. "You and me
in one bunk, Edna and Beth in t'other, both bunks barely holding us, we
spend the entire night in there as it is. Where would he sleep?"
     "Not with me!" declared Beth firmly.
     Aunt Tessie faltered. "We have to find room for him somewhere." She
knelt down by me. "You see, dear, the shelter was built for but the four of
us. There's two bunks and we sleep two to a bunk. With the bunks down,
there's not room for anyone on the floor. Just enough room to slip your
legs and sit there. So I don't know just what we can do. Maybe one of the
neighbors."
     "What about Gregory's shelter?" Amy suggested.
     "It's smaller than ours." Beth scoffed.
     "Have you seen it? It's got a mattress the same size as ours in it."
Amy said. "He can sleep alongside Gregory as well as we can, maybe better."
     "Who's Gregory?"
     "He's my gardener, dear." Aunt Tessie said. "He works the yard and
does things around the house that take muscle. Let me take you outside and
introduce you to him."
     I went with Aunt Tessie on out into the garden. A young man was
digging at a garden plot, with the war on, he was working on vegetables,
not flowers. When Aunt Tessie and I got closer, he looked up, smiled and
tipped his hat. "Good afternoon, Ma'am." he said to Aunt Tessie. He was
tall and on the thin side, but not needle-sharp like Beth, he had
light-sand-colored hair and a simple, friendly sort of face. He had a sort
of darkness on his face from his beard and mustache, either trying to grow
a beard or just hadn't had a chance to shave in the last few days.
     "Good afternoon, Gregory." Aunt Tessie said. "This is my nephew David
and he'll be living with us for a couple of months."
     Gregory rumpled my hair with one grubby hand. "How'd'ye do, David." he
said to me. "Big strapping fellow like you, why aren't you in the Army,
eh?"
     I was seven, so the question was rhetorical. "My daddy's in the Navy."
I said. Then I cocked my head with the fierceness of youth. "And why aren't
you in the Army?" Which was a much-better question, Gregory was in his
early twenties and seemed fit, why wasn't he helping save Britain from the
Huns?
     "David!" Aunt Tessie said harshly.
     "It's a long story, lad." Gregory said. "Let's just say they didn't
want me and leave it at that."
     "We need Gregory here." Aunt Tessie said. "I spoke to the board and
told them they couldn't leave four women here all by themselves."
     "Okay." I was dubious but let it go. "You have a shelter for me?" This
was important to a child of my age, living with the bombs and the fires and
the destruction on a too-intimate basis.
     "My shelter?" Gregory said in some astonishment. "It's too small."
     "It's only for a couple of months." Aunt Tessie said. "You aren't as
crowded in your single shelter as we are in ours. Can't you make room for
him? David's not that big a child."
     "I don't know." Gregory said.
     "What's wrong with your shelter?" I was getting worried about it.
     "Come take a look at it." Gregory said.
     He showed me and I saw what he meant. He didn't have a room, he had a
tube! A concrete culvert, it looked like, about eight feet long and about
four feet around. In the bottom half of this was a mattress that arced up
on either side. A light was overhead with wires leading to a battery in the
back of the room. A small jug of water, and a bucket for
you-know-what. That was it.
     "You see, kid." Gregory said. "No room for you."
     I looked again. "I think we could fit." I said. "And it's only for a
couple of months."
     "Won't you at least try for one night, Gregory?" Aunt Tessie said. "If
you can't manage, we'll see about getting him room in a neighbor's shelter
or something."
     "Okay." Gregory said. "The siren sounds, you come out here tonight."
     "Great!" I said.
     And Aunt Tessie took me back inside and I didn't see Gregory the rest
of the day.
     The planes didn't attack every night. It could go as long as a week
without a siren sounding. So I got ready for bed with every hope that I
could sleep in the soft warm bed all night long.
     But about ten o'clock at night, there was the familiar wail of the
horns. To the shelter once again, to wait and pray that your home would be
waiting when it was done. I took the time to pull my pants on over my
nightshirt and put on shoes, the shelter of Gregory was well out into the
garden. Aunt Tessie insisted on walking with me to the edge of the shelter,
where Gregory was waiting on me, though she left quickly after (and I
didn't blame her). I crawled inside, Gregory crawled in after me, backwards
with his legs first and he pulled the door shut.
     "Turn the vent on that end to open." he directed. "With two of us in
here, we'll need the fresh air for sure."
     I did and Gregory squirmed around to lie with his head at the end
furthest from the door. That made sense, the pillow was at this end. We
collided while he did this.
     "I see what you mean by crowded." I said when it was all done. The
tube echoed our voices. I liked that echo, it was just muffled enough to
tell me we were under a good bit of earth and as protected as anybody can
be from a bomb-blast.
     "And we have to get ready for bed, now." Gregory added. "If you can
sleep while the world blows up around you."
     I shucked off my shoes and my pants easy enough, though I was
straddling one of Gregory's legs to do it. The room was a case of
everything wanting to lie in the center of that mattress, everything sloped
toward that center. But I had only shoes and the pants to slip off.
     Gregory, meanwhile, had gotten his shirt and t-shirt off. He had a
fair set of muscles (to be expected when you work at what he does) and a
faint dusting of hair on his chest. His nipples were darker ovals in the
dim light we had (the bulb was a tiny one, giving off only a small bit of
light, just enough to see) and below that was a couple of lines where his
abdominal muscles prevented his stomach from curving, but didn't bulge
enough to show any more definition.
     "I'm ready." I told him.
     "I would be, but you're sitting on me leg." Gregory pointed out.
     I sidled over to where I was between his legs, and he said, "That's no
better. How can we manage this?"
     "Unbutton them and I'll show you." I said.
     He did and I caught his pants and pulled them down. Gregory yelped (I
had caught his undershorts as well, and nearly took them with his pants)
and then I got his trousers down to mid-thigh.
     "Now what?" Gregory said. "You're so smart, how you going to manage
now, eh?"
     "Like this." I said and I scooted back far as I could and, resting on
my knees, my head barely clearing the ceiling, I went back to work on his
pants, they were large, loose things, much like my own and everyone else's
at that time, and they came down to below his knees that way.
     "You're forgetting the shoes." Gregory reminded me. He was treating me
like a personal servant, but that was okay. If I was going to share this
shelter with him, I could put up with taking his shoes and socks off every
night.
     So I did that and we piled the clothes down at the doorway, and I got
up beside Gregory. I had to lie right up against him, but that was to be
expected, we both knew this was going to be a snug fit. We ended with just
our arms touching on the sides, lying each a bit angled upwards, sharing
the center somewhat, him getting most of it by dint of his size, but me
taking my share of the room, too.
     With the mattress helping, it wasn't so bad. The peanut light wasn't
too bad, you close your eyes and the light doesn't get in at all....
     "Thmm, thm-thm-thm-thmmm!" came the dreaded sound.
     "They're getting close this time." I judged.
     "Sounds like it." Gregory's body tensed ever-so-slightly against
mine. A bomb shelter helped protect you from bombs falling nearby. Nothing
protected you from a bomb falling right on top of you.
     "Brmm, brm-brm-brm-brmmm!" Those were nearer.
     "They're coming our way!" I said, fear filling my voice.
     "Easy, kid." Gregory said. "They'll probably stop bombing before they
get out to here. We're nearly outside of London here, remember?"
     "I know that and you know that." I said. "The question is, do they
know that?" I turned and snuggled into Gregory's chest, and he put his arms
around me. He didn't need me to explain why I wanted comfort, from anybody
who'd give it. Maybe he wanted a little of his own, as well.
     "Whmm, whm-whm-whm, WHMMMMM!!" Those bombs fell very near to us,
shaking our shelter. I shivered and held Gregory even tighter.
     "Whmm, whm-whm-whm!"
     "Brmm, brm-brm-brm!"
     "Thmm, thm-thm!"
     "Thmm!"
     And the bombs stopped, for now at least.
     "He's past us." Gregory said.
     "He'll come back." I said.
     "He was probably off his route." Gregory soothed me. "Meant to bomb
Parliament and thought the corner bakery was where Churchill was right
now."
     I had to laugh at that a little, and then I heard it again.
     "Thm! Thm-thm-thm-thmmm!"
     "They're coming back." I said, and panic filled my voice. "They're
coming back!"
     "No, no, listen!" Gregory said. "Listen."
     I clung to him tightly, listening as he said. Yes, the bombs that time
didn't get any closer.
     "There, now." Gregory said to me. I turned my head to look at him, and
we were nose-to-nose. "You see? Nothing to worry about, now is there?"
     My heart was pounding fiercely. My breath was panting like crazy. I
looked at Gregory and realized that he was the same. I could feel his heart
beating in his chest, it was thudding against my ribs.
     Tension like that is something you have to feel to understand. You
have to break it somehow, you can't keep it up on and on and on. There's a
part of you that wants to run, just run and keep running until you're
safe. The mind keeps control, you know you're as safe as you can get where
you are. But the other part of you knows that it's not as safe as it
wants. Somewhere else would be safer, maybe. It wants to go, to find
out. But you can't. But you must. But you can't.
     Like I said, it's a tension and you can't keep it up. You have to get
rid of it somehow.
     And my face was right up next to Gregory's. It was so easy to reach up
and kiss him. And when I did...how can I explain it.
     It wasn't like kissing my mother or my father. It was like
kissing...God! I could feel the electrical charge race through me as I
kissed him, as he kissed me, as his hands closed upon my body, this time
not in protection...no, not protection, but something stronger and more
essential than that. It was like he was filling me up with him. All of a
sudden, it was like there was nothing he couldn't do to me that was
anything but all right. More...I wanted him to do it! His kiss wasn't a
quick peck like I'd had before, it went on and on, and that was right, that
was the way this kiss was meant to be. It was a part of what was
electrifying me. Sparking my body into life!
     When his hand went down to the bottom of my nightshirt, I realized
what he wanted and I hastily sat upright and skinned it over my head. I
wanted my skin touching his and I lay down again and our bodies
touched...electric! It was like being shocked, only it was warmer than
that, a warmth that sidled down into my stomach and formed a hard ball
there, a hard, warm ball. And Gregory's hands went over my body again, my
bare body, and my body tingled with every touch, every bit of my body woke
up into a wild sort of need that I'd never felt before.
     "Oh, Gregory!" I gasped and my little hand went over his body, the
hairs on his chest tickled my palm. The smell of his body, the oils of the
day's labor were heavy on him, and my nostrils drank it in. Becoming a part
of me.
     I wanted more, I broke away from his lips and I began to kiss his
skin, tasting him, and the taste of him was seeping in every time my lips
pressed against his body. His hand reached up and his fingers laced into my
hair and he pressed me downwards, down his body, not hard, not roughly, but
pushing me just the same. I started working down and I tasted one fat
nipple, it had a hard button on top that felt so good on my tongue, and I
kissed and worked it.
     And Gregory's hand pushed me downwards.
     Over his ribs, I could feel them like small bars under his skin, one
by one, my lips moved over them and I hit the end of them, and there was
this softly undulating plain of his skin with nothing hard underneath, but
Gregory was breathing hard and this moved his body, moved it up and down
and I was riding on this sea of his stomach with the boat of my lips,
sailing up on the soft supple skin, and Gregory's hands pushed me down.
     I hit his navel, and it was a small nubbin of wrinkled skin, nothing
more, and I wanted to go further down, but just below that, I hit the
elastic of his undershorts. A hand of mine reached up, questioning, and
touched the band and tugged at it, not effectually...but asking.
     Gregory's hands slid down both sides of his body and slid the boxers
down his legs, I stared at it in the dim light and saw the darkness at the
nexus of his legs, a deep, beckoning triangle, and in the middle of it,
dimly, was the darker skin of his cock, and I watched as it rose up slowly,
from its firm-but-lowered state into a turgid tower of maleness.
     "Oh, Gregory!" I burst out again and my hand grasped him quickly, as
if I feared he would take it away from me if I didn't grab. It was a hot
shaft of power in my hand, and it throbbed with energy, I wanted to hold
onto it. It was the opposite of the fear of the night, the danger of the
bombs, the terror of the death that struck when and where it wanted. This
was the comfort of life, the safety of belonging, the confidence of love. I
held it and it throbbed.
     "Take it for me." murmured Gregory. "Take it for me, baby. Come on,
put your lips over it. Put your lips on it for me."
     I couldn't deny him anything, not when he was everything that soothed
me in the world of bombs and war and uncertainty. I leaned over and I
pressed my lips to the head of his glans, and his hand again caught my head
and pressed down, against, not harshly, but insistent. And I could deny him
nothing.
     My mouth opened and sank upon the glans, my mouth filled with his
manhood, and its vibrancy and its energy filled me, and Gregory let out a
long, shuddering sigh which somehow translated into a vitality that filled
me through his dong, and I grew excited in a way I had never been before, I
wanted to make him feel more of what he was feeling right now. I began to
work his prod any way I could think of, and everything I did that made him
moan I did again, and again.
     My mouth filled with saliva and Gregory liked that, so I slathered his
dong with my spit, I made his pud the slipperiest piece of man-meat that
ever was, and I could glide up and down on this slimy prong with the
greatest of ease, I was milking him.
     Gregory's hand, those wonderful, talented, work-roughed hands, caught
hold of my little prick and his fingertips began to work it for me and a
thrill rushed through my body as he did, and I groaned and attacked his
dong even more savagely than before. Now I was really running my head up
and down, his cock was going deep into my mouth, and Gregory was moaning
even more now. And I moaned, too, my cock quivering and an incredible
tingling rush of sensation poured up into me, and I grunted insanely for a
time as my body was overwhelmed by the raw sensation of pure, undiluted
pleasure. I felt almost like I'd pass out, it felt so good! And I knew that
this was what Gregory wanted from me, he wanted me to do whatever it took
to make him feel just like this.
     And I could deny him nothing.
     And his fingers left my pud and I felt a sense of shock (both ways,
surprise and sensation) as his fingertip pressed the softness of my little
butthole. I'd never been touched there before that I could remember, ever!
Even myself, I used tissue to cleanse myself, and paper can't give you the
sense of that finger, it was a new, amazing, incredible source of new
delight!
     So I kept sucking on Gregory's prick while he fingered my butthole,
and when his fingertip slipped into it, that was all right, too. He was
allowed to do whatever he wanted with me, and that finger of his worked its
way inside me, deeper and deeper.
     And it touched a special place inside me, and I was shocked yet again,
this time with how good it felt! "Oh, oh, oh!" was all I could manage. My
little prick got hard all over again, even though it kind of hurt for it to
be hard like that.
     "Oh, oh, Gregory!" I moaned as his finger worked its magic inside me.
     "You like that, do you?" Gregory said, a chuckle lying just underneath
his words.
     "Oh, yeah, yeah, do it some more."
     "I'll do it better." Gregory promised. "You got my cock slicked up
enough, you want to try fitting it up in there. It'll be like nothing you
ever felt before."
     I was beyond saying no to anything at all. I got up on Gregory's
stomach and I guided his cock with my hand up to where he'd been poking me
with his finger. I knew just where it was now, it was still tingling from
his movements.
     His glans was coated with my spit, but even so, it was a tight fit. I
might have changed my mind, until I looked down into Gregory's eyes, his
soft glowing eyes. The light hit them just right, it was like they were
sparkling at me, and he smiled and that smile was like the touch of my
mother's hand as I lay sleeping, it told me to not worry, that nothing
Gregory would to do me could possibly, possibly hurt me.
     And I could deny him nothing, nothing at all! Not even this, not even
when my ass burned as his cock pressed it open. I was burning from the huge
pud that pushed up into me, my own weight was doing this, pushing it up
further inside me. I put both my hands on Gregory's chest and I panted with
the effort of it.
     "It's okay, David." Gregory said to me, "Take your time."
     "It's okay." I said in my turn. "I can do this." And I gritted my
teeth and I shoved myself down hard!
     I felt a tearing inside myself, but I didn't care, much, because that
shove sent Gregory's prong all the way inside me. The head was now brushing
that special spot inside me and I felt it pulsing inside me, and every
motion sent the flare of the glans brushing against that spot.
     I groaned and my second little-boy climax wracked me then. I couldn't
help but moan and move faster, any pain vanished in the extreme ecstasy of
that moment, to reach the height of my available delight without even
touching myself. I wanted this again...and again!
     So when I caught my breath again, I began to bounce up and down on
Gregory's dong, and it went in and out of me without any further
trouble. My body had adjusted to this thick pole of male flesh inside of
me, and more, it loved it! My special spot was still tingling as it was
brushed by his cock, I felt myself dazzled with the intensity of it, was
there no end to this pleasure to be had here, tonight, working my body up
and down upon this strong male gardener?
     Gregory was tossing his head back and forth, I was wringing joy from
him with every move, he was caught up in his pleasure and I was giving it
to him, me, and I wasn't afraid any more, not even hearing once more that
dreaded "thm-thm-thm-thm" starting in again. I had something more now,
something that made all of this horrible worry worthwhile. Let the bombs
fall...as long as I had Gregory like I had him now!
     And I felt him come, I felt Gregory as he rose up bodily from the
sheer rapture of his climax, both of us were lifted up, I bumped my head on
the curved ceiling of our shelter, and then Gregory fell back down, moaning
and I felt the hot spray of his seed boiling up inside of me, I was riding
a man crazed with his desire, he was hunching up into me and I felt the hot
jizz bubbling in me and around his cock and he was shoving his hard dong in
and out of that sticky mess, and he was shouting out his joy as he impaled
me with every stroke, and then he was done, and he sagged back, still
moaning and I let myself lie down on top of him and it was like our bodies
blended and our sweat was one and I rose and fell with his breaths, me atop
him, holding him, and I could still deny him nothing, if he wanted more, I
would give it to him gladly.
     "You'd better get some sleep now, if you can, sport." Gregory said
instead. He rolled me off, not displacing me, just making me more
comfortable. Our clothes lay forgotten as we fell asleep together, and I
stirred only a bit as the "all-clear" sounded some time later. It didn't
matter, I was going to stay right here.
     The next morning, I walked into the kitchen and Edna was there. "Well,
there you are!" she exclaimed. "I was wondering when you'd come out. Didn't
you hear the all-clear last night?"
     "Yeah." I said, shrugging and smiling sheepishly. "But I felt safer
inside the shelter. And it wasn't too crowded after all."
     "Sure and plenty of people do that, and who can blame them. I know
Gregory sleeps there most if not all nights. I'd do that meself, but we're
so crowded in that shelter, and Beth is so bony to lie next to, all the
time jabbing me with her elbows and knees."
     "I think I'd like to keep sleeping in the shelter." I said. "I mean,
just until this is all over with."
     "Well, if Gregory doesn't mind you snuggling up to him every night,"
my Aunt Tessie said, which startled me (I hadn't known she was behind me!),
"then it's fine with me."
     "I'm sure Gregory doesn't mind." I said confidently. I was certain,
heck, I bet Gregory would insist on it!

				  THE END
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