Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2015 23:50:50 +0100
From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com
Subject: The World Can Turn Upside Down Parts 7 and 8

The World Can Turn Upside Down!
Part 7 Painful Duty, the journey!

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From Part 6;

Janice led Ross over to the house, hugged him and let him go in while the

rest of us said our goodbyes and the Cadets and their families departed.

"Come on Peter" Dad said, "It's been a long summer, maybe we need to rest

up a bit before School starts next week?"

He put his arm round me, walked me into the house where we both found Ross

and included him in our hug before making our weary way up to bed.



Part 7 Painful Duty, the journey!

The next morning we awoke to a strangely silent cottage, I stretched out my
arm to check that Ross was still there, he was sleeping. The sun was
streaming in through the open window, birds were singing in the garden and
the world was fine. I felt a bit of guilt, feeling happy where Mum and Dad
were dead, then it hit me;

"Mum and Dad, surely there should have been a funeral?" I gasped.

Ross rolled towards me and hugged me; "I heard Dad talking on the phone, it
takes a long time to arrange sending the bodies back"

"Yes but it's been more than 4 weeks already"

Ross hugged me again and then we both got up. Downstairs in the kitchen I
could hear Dad singing softly to himself as he made breakfast.

"Good morning sleepyheads!" he said as we came into the kitchen, "Did you
both sleep well?"

"Yes thanks!" we chorused.

"Dad?" I started.

"Yes" he smiled, "I sense a deep question coming"

"It's Mum and Dad, shouldn't we be organising a funeral?" I said, with a
bit of a sob in my voice.

"Ah yes, there is a delay, the German Police can't release the remains
until the matter of the crash is sorted out, they are calling it murder,
the other driver was drunk and was speeding."

I couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears as I ran back upstairs
slamming the bedroom door behind me.

Ross

Peter rushed upstairs and I went to follow but Dad held me back;

"No Ross, leave him for a moment, he has not had a chance to grieve
properly yet"

"OK, I just hate to see him like that" I said.

"Me too!" Dad added, "Look have you got a passport?"

"No I never had one, my parents said that foreigners were all heathens!"

"OK well I have an idea, would you like to come to Germany with us to bring
back Peters parents?"

"Well if you are going of course I want to come, when would that be?" I
replied.

"As soon as the trial is over, it starts next week, and the court has asked
if Peter can come and explain what the loss of his parents' means to him!
It sounds crazy, but it's the way they do it there." Dad explained.

"I'll go up and see how he is now" I told Dad.

"OK, but if he isn't in a good mood then leave him for a bit. I'll give
Social Services a call about getting a passport for you, and Peter too" he
replied as I quietly went up to our bedroom.

I knocked on the door; "Peter, may I come in please?"

"It's your room too," sniff "Of course you can come in" he answered, still
crying.

"Peter, my brother, you have done so well, you just need to remember the
good times"

Peters sobbing increased again and I made a move to go but he grabbed my
arm; "Stay with me, pleeeease!" he sobbed.

I sat next to him on his bed and hugged him, and he melted into my arms
like a small child would with his mother.

Douglas

As soon as Ross went upstairs I called Abraham Johnstone at Social
Services;

"Good morning Mr Johnstone, Douglas McPherson here"

"OH Douglas, I was just talking about your family, I do hope that all is
well?" the head of Social Services asked.

"Peter is very upset at the delay in repatriating his parents remains, but
the German Courts won't release the bodies until after the trial" I
explained.

"Ah I see, and how can I help?"

"We need passports for Peter and Ross, I don't want to split them up right
now, they need each other"

"I agree fully" Mr Johnstone said "We have a procedure to get passports for
children in care, and I can also get one for Peter in these circumstances"

"Thanks, I'll take the boys into town to get photo's, and drop them off to
you. Can you countersign them?"

"No this procedure needs a Judge to countersign, usually the judge who
approved the care plan"

Both Abraham and I said in unison "Judge Sanquhar!"

"I'll call him while you get the photo's and then when you come into my
office I'll let you know where we will meet him!" he said, cutting the
call.

"Come on down boys, we need to go to town" I called up the stairs.

"Do we have to?" they called back together.

"Yes, we need to do some shopping and you both need passport photos"

There was a moments silence and then I heard the boys go to the bathroom
and moments later they came down the stairs, like a herd of elephants.

"Why do we need passports so soon, I thought we were going to Holland for
Christmas?" Peter asked.

"Peter, I need you to be brave, the Court in Germany wants you to give
evidence"

"Evidence? But how, I wasn't there, and I don't speak German"

"They want you to tell the court what the loss of your mum and dad means to
you" I explained, "It's strange but that's the way they work out
there. They will have an interpreter there but most Germans speak English
anyway. Once the court case is over we will be able to bring your mum and
dad home. That brings me to the next thing, where would you like them to be
buried?"

"I'll do it if it makes it all a lot quicker, and I do know that Mum and
Dad wanted to be cremated, not buried." Peter told me.

"I'll call Reverend Williams and see if he can help. We need to hurry and
get the passport photos so that Mr Johnstone can get the paperwork done"

While the boys grabbed a glass of milk and a sandwich each I quickly called
the Vicar who said that he would set things in motion to arrange a double
cremation for our return.

We then got into the Land Rover and set off for town. The photos were
quickly done and we did some quick clothes shopping for both boys, they
seem to grow a size a week!

Peter.

Ross and I messed about a bit at the photographers, and when we noticed him
looking closely at our crotches we played up a bit. The studio was quite
small and Dad wanted to look at the cameras on sale in the main shop so
each time the photographer tried to get one of us to pose we did stupid, or
sexy things, he popped a boner in seconds!

"Look guys, please can we get the serious photos done for your dad? Once
they are sorted I'll take any naughty ones you want me to, OK?"

"I bet you would" I teased, "you most likely have a whole cupboard full of
naked boy pictures you wank off to every night?"

The photographer blushed, "I err well no, NO of course not, I'm not like
that!"

I walked across the studio to him and opened his zip. A very skinny, quite
small cock popped out, almost spraying precum, so I sucked it into my
mouth, it felt a bit like sucking on one of the triplets;

"Go on then" I mumbled round his tiny prick, "get Ross's photo done, before
Dad walks in and catches you seducing his boys! Then you can do mine, and
then we want some hot nudes of you, so we can have a laugh while we are on
holiday!"

He took 3 or 4 shots of Ross, and then we swapped, it was really hard (pun
intended) for me to pose while watching Ross licking on something like a
pink pencil!

"Are you sure you want some nudes of me?" he asked nervously.

"Oh yes, then maybe, when we get back from Germany, we will cum and pose
for you again." I leered.

He went over to a cabinet and opened a combination lock.

"Like in a spy film" I joked, but Ross looked completely blank, before I
realised that he had never seen a spy film, or pretty much any other sort
of film! "I'll explain later bro." I added.

The photographer pulled out a whole pile of nude self-portraits and said,
"Here, take whatever you want!"

"Oh no" I grinned "I want to take some myself!"

He thought for a moment and then said, "OK, but I'll get your passport
pictures into the processor first."

He put the film into the machine and came back "OK, how do you want me?"

"Give me a camera, and do a slow sexy strip!" I commanded.

He handed me a really nice Rolleiflex and asked if I knew how to use it,

"Yes this is the focus, this is the shutter, aperture and the focusing
screen" I rattled off, "my dad used to have orghhh" I finished with a small
sob at the end.

"There are 24 exposures in there, so make them count!" he said.

"Now Strip Boy!" I ordered.

He made quite a passable attempt at a sexy strip and I managed to get it
all in, plus a couple of good poses. I quickly changed the film and took a
couple more shots before telling him "Stand still, legs apart and eyes
closed"

I pulled Ross into the darkroom and told him my plan, and we went back,

"No peeking now, and stop playing with that mini cockle, my 10 year old
brothers have bigger ones than that!"

"Sorry Sir, I won't play with it again sir!"

A grown man talking to me like that, wow what a turn on!

I took one of the weights he had lying around the studio and tied it to a
loop of string. Then I went over to him, warning him not to peek, and tied
the end of the string round his ball sack, tightly. Ross knelt behind him
and held the weights, waiting for my signal as I set up the camera.

"Now!" I called and started to shoot off as quickly as I could as Ross
dropped the weights. The photographer yelled out in pain, and then shot his
load all over the studio floor.

"Oh my God! Sir that was brilliant, thank you Sir!" he said, his tiny cock
still jerking in the after throws of his orgasm as the weight swung back
and forth.

I was caught up in the rush of being a bully; "Now get on your knees and
lick your cum up!"

"Yes Sir,!" he replied, dropping to his knees and licking like a man
possessed.

"Ahem!" we were startled by a voice at the door, DAD!!!!

"What the hell is going on here?"

The photographer stopped, trying to hide his genitals, looking like a
rabbit caught in the headlights.

"I would suggest that you go and get dressed, before someone notices that
you are cavorting around your studio, naked, with 2 underage boys here"

"Yes Sir!" he quickly replied, gathering his clothes, the weight still
swinging from below his shrivelled cockle.

"Oh and you had better take the film from this to process too" Dad said
handing him the camera.

He quickly took the film from the camera and went to the dark room.

"What the hell were you boys thinking?" Dad asked.

Ross wanted to say something but I interrupted; "We noticed that he was
staring at our cocks, so we had some fun. He offered to take some `DIRTY'
pictures of us after he did our passport photos, but I said I wanted some
of him, and then one thing led to another! It's all my fault."

Just then the photographer came out and started to apologise, "Look I am so
sorry Sir, I don't know what came over me"

"I know exactly what came over you, my sex mad son, that's what! Did you
take any inappropriate photos of my boys?"

"Oh no sir, honestly!"

"No he didn't Dad, we hadn't gotten round to that yet!" I added.

The photographer held out a number of passport photos, "Take these, they
are on the house, and this" he added "is yours, young master" handing me
the Rolleiflex in a leather case with a bag with 3 other lenses and a flash
gun, along with a box of films and filters and bits and pieces.

"I can't take this" I said pushing it back to him.

"Please, what you did for me today, it was beyond my wildest dreams, if I
die tomorrow I will be the happiest man on earth, even if your father
reports me to the police I won't care!" the photographer pleaded.

"Well I do agree with Peter, it is a lot to give to a young lad, oh and
don't worry, I won't be calling the police. Also there were 2 boys in here
with you..."

"Of course your other son may have an identical camera too, I didn't think
he would be interested" he started.

"I wouldn't have the first idea how to use one" Ross replied, "my parents
told me the cameras are.."

"The work of the devil!" I interrupted laughing.

Both Dad and Ross glared at me.

"Sorry, I know it's not funny, just that was their answer to everything!"

Ross looked down at the floor, and I went and hugged him, "Sorry brother, I
really didn't mean to hurt you, I just get a bit silly sometimes, if it
happens again just kick me, OK?"

"Yeah you'd like that wouldn't you, Peter Pervert!" Ross laughed.

"That's better." I smiled, "and I am really sorry."

"I know bro" he said and kissed me.

The photographer almost had a second orgasm at this. "Look Ross, it is Ross
isn't it? I'd like you to have a Polaroid camera, all you have to is point
it and press the button, and you will get instant pictures, I'm sure you
two will find things to take pictures of, which you will not want anyone
else to process for you!"

"Well thank you very much er Mr er?" Ross stammered

"My name is Mr Dixon, Jack Dixon.  I'll give you a box of films for the
Polaroid too, and every empty packet with film cartridge you give me back
I'll give you a new film for it, I can write them off from my tax!"

 A timer "pinged" in the darkroom and Mr Dixon went back and brought out a
handful of glossy prints, "Here Peter, you should consider photography as a
career, you have a natural talent!"

He handed the pictures to Dad and we boys both crowded round to look. The
pictures were hot, very hot, the series when Ross dropped the weight were
brilliant, his sudden shock, the scream and the massive ejaculation, all
captured pretty much perfectly. "I can do some work in the darkroom and
hide Ross's face, I'd like to sell them for you, under the photographers
name `PervertP'. You'll make quite a bit from these! If your Dad is happy
we can do some more work together too!"

"Well we will have to think about it, I think you had better keep these for
now, no point in getting caught with these in our bags at customs!"

"Thank you very much Mr Dixon" I said, "We'll come and see you when we are
back from Germany"

The rest of the day was a blur, form filling at Social Services, then a
quick visit to the Judges Chambers for a signature and rubber stamp and
then on to the Post Office to get temporary Passports for us both. It was
so much easier in those days, without terrorists and so on!

We went back to the cottage to pack a few things and were soon waiting at
Birmingham International for a Lufthansa flight to Cologne Bonn Airport.

Ross was excited and frightened at the same time, he had been brought up to
fear everything to do with modern life, let's face it even modern techno
freaks can be scared of flying! We talked him through it and when the
flight was called he gripped my hand tightly. Someone in the queue
sniggered and pointed and Dad went across to them and loudly enough for all
to hear said; "You should be ashamed of yourselves, I am taking my nephew
to Germany to collect the remains of his Parents who were killed in a
crash, under the circumstances you too would be a little apprehensive about
flying for the first time!"

"Oh sorry, we didn't know" came the lame excuse.

"Of course you didn't, but you still thought it OK to make fun!"

One of the cabin crew, who had heard the exchange approached us, "Sir
Douglas McPherson?" she asked.

"Yes, that's me" Dad replied,

"Please accept our condolences and sincere apologies that you were directed
to the wrong check in, your tickets were upgraded to First Class, if you
would like to follow me, I'll guide you to your seats!"

Someone in the queue muttered something but soon shut up under the massed
glares of everyone else there.

Once seated we were strapped in and one of the stewardesses came and told
us that if we wanted anything at all just press the buzzer! She also added
that once we reached cruising altitude the Captain would like to show us
the cockpit. At the mention of the cockpit Dad glared at us both, before we
made some silly comment! She also handed us each an information pack about
the aircraft we were in.

Boeing 737-230c "Remscheid" Tail number D-ABBE came into service 15
December 1969. Powered by 2 Pratt and Whittney JT8D-9A engines, and so it
went on for 5 pages of mind numbing info!

Soon we were being pushed back from the ramp and the roar of the engines
told us that the aircraft was ready to go. Watching out of the tiny window
I could see the ground passing faster and faster as the plane gained speed,
until, with a smooth twist, like a dolphin jumping a wave, the pilot pulled
the nose into the air and we were airborne. About five minutes later the
seat belts sign was switched off, and people started lighting cigarettes
and cigars. Shortly after the stewardess came to our seats and asked if
Ross and I would like to go and see the cockpit.

"Oh yes please!" we chorused.

"Follow me then, please don't touch anything unless the pilots tells you
to, and if he asks you to leave, you will do so right away, OK?"

"Of course!" we both agreed.

She knocked on the door and we were let into a room, smaller than the
bathroom at the cottage with knobs, switches and dials everywhere.

"Hi Boys, I'm Captain Bernd Finke" The captain introduced himself, turning
to offer us a handshake, "and this is my co-pilot First Officer Detlev
Brede"

We all shook hands, but Ross asked, "isn't it dangerous for you both to let
go of the controls?"

"Oh no, the aircraft almost flies itself, I hear this is your first ever
flight?"

"Yes Sir, it's quite an adventure too!"

"I'm sorry to hear of your loss, anything we can do to make your trip more
comfortable please let Heidi, the stewardess know."

"Thanks Sir!" I replied.

"Once we land stay on board and I'll let you come up and sit at the
controls, you can take some pictures if you want too?" He offered.

"Oh may I take some photos now?" I asked, "then, when we get home, I can
retouch the pictures so it looks as if we are flying!"

"Sure, where's your camera?" he asked.

"I left it on my seat" I answered.

"I'll pop back and get it for you" Heidi offered.

"Thanks!"

Moments later she was back with my Rolleiflex, and I took some shots inside
the cockpit, and then some wide angle shots showing the view outside. I
made a note of where I held the camera, and the settings so I could take
the same photos again, once we landed, but with Ross and I at the controls!

"So lads, do you drive a moped or anything yet?" Capt Finke asked.

"No, I'm only 12," I said "well except my dad's narrow boat, I drive that!"

"Narrow boat? What is this?" The German pilot asked confused.

"In England we have many old canals and the traditional boats that use them
are called narrow boats, because they have a beam of less than 7 feet"

"Ah I was thinking these were called Barges?" he asked

Ross and I started to laugh, "Oh don't say that to our Dad, he'd spank
you!"

Co Pilot Detlev looked up and grinned, "I might have to try that"

"Do you seriously drive one of those? They are very long aren't they?"

"Yes" I replied without thinking of the meaning "Our Geile Knabe is 72 feet
long!"

Now it was the turn of the 3 Germans to laugh, "Oh he must be a Geile Knabe
if it is that long!"

I burst out laughing too, realising that as Germans they understood the
name but Ross looked totally confused.

"Ross, `Geile Knabe' is German for Sexy Boy!"

Ross too saw the joke and joined in the merriment.

"I thought you two were brothers, how can he not know, yet you do?" a very
confused Pilot asked as the laughter subsided.

I explained that it is Sir Douglas who has the boat, and that although he
is still technically my Uncle I call him dad. I then explained that Ross
was my foster brother, but that we saw each other as true brothers.

All too soon it was time to return to our seats and belt up for the landing
at Cologne Bonn Airport.

Once on the ground we explained to dad about the cockpit photo's and we
waited in our seats for the others to leave, before returning to the
cockpit. Both pilots were great, showing us exactly how to use the
controls, and we took a load of pictures, in the hope that Mr Dixon would
be able to fake them to look as if we were flying!

"Well boys, if we are to catch the train to Rüdesheim, we will need to
get a move on!" Dad said.

"You are going to Rüdesheim?" Herr Finke asked, "I live there, I'll be
flying my own plane down there as soon as I have handed this one over to
the next crew, I can get you there hours before the train would!"

"Wow you have your own plane too?" I gasped

"Well if I am honest I have more than one, but the Cessna 210 Centurion is
here waiting for me to take it home!" he smiled.

"I really would not want to impose sir" Dad said,

"No Sir Douglas, it would be an honour to carry these 2 well mannered young
men to their destination, and you as well of course!" he added. "Where will
you be staying when you get there?"

"I'm not sure yet, this was all a bit short notice, the court wants Peter
to give evidence at the trial of the driver who killed his parents, but I
didn't have time to make any reservations yet." Dad explained.

"Then you will be my guests for the time you are here, and you are welcome
to use one of my cars to get around if you need it! There will be no chance
of finding an hotel in or around Rüdesheim, it is the height of the wine
festivals, everyone is booked out a year in advance!" he closed, making it
clear that it was not a matter for discussion!

"Sir you are too kind" Dad started,

"Please call me Bernd" he asked, offering his hand,

Dad replied "I'm Douglas, and these two are Peter and Ross!"

We all shook hands in the formal German way and Bernd sent a message for
our luggage to be kept to one side.

"I'm afraid you will need to go through customs and immigration, once you
are cleared please meet me at the Lufthansa arrivals desk on level 1, I'll
have a porter accompany you, to smooth things over, German Beamten, er
Civil Servants, are renowned for being the most officious in the world!"

As it turned out we were expected at the airport, and customs and
immigration were cleared in seconds and we were waiting at the desk long
before Bernd arrived.

"Ah my guests!" he called as he came through a Staff Only door "please put
these Visitor passes on, and we can go to the hanger to my plane!"

We did as instructed and dad once more questioned Bernd, "are you sure this
is not too much trouble for you?"

"No Douglas, it will be a pleasure, mind you I do hope that Peter will give
me a driving lesson on one of your narrow boats next time I have some time
off in Birmingham?" he laughed.

"I was about to ask if you would like to see some slower transport!" dad
smiled.

"OK, please can we load your bags into the rear of the aircraft, I'll strap
them down, here and here, and now in you go and get comfortable while I do
my outside checks" Bernd told us.

"Please may we see how the checks are done sir?" I asked, "I have to do all
the safety checks on a boat before I can drive it, and I'd like to see if
there are many differences!"

"Of course Peter, you too Ross?"

"Err No thank you sir, I think I'll get myself strapped in!"

Dad and Ross climbed in and made themselves comfortable in the large 6 seat
cabin while Bernd started to do his checks, talking me through everything
he was doing, and explaining why and what he was looking for. At various
points there were red ribbons clipped to parts of the aircraft which he
removed, while ticking off on a check list that he had done everything.

"This is to make sure I forget nothing" he told me "Right we need some
headsets" he added, leading me to a cupboard at the back of the hangar.

"While we are away from him, please don't think Ross is a coward or
anything, his real parents were very cruel and backward, everything that
was not connected to the bible was `the work of the devil' to them, he has
discovered so many new things these last few days, it must be frightening
for him!" I explained to our host.

"Now I understand, I thought it odd he didn't want to see what I was up to!
I'll remember that, but I won't say a word, OK?"

"Thank you Sir" I said.

"Peter, please call me Bernd, my father is Sir, or at least `Mein Herr'!"

"Sorry Sir, er Bernd! It's a habit my parents taught me, I'm not used to
calling adults by first names!"

He smiled and handed me a headset, and then passed 2 more to Dad and Ross
and pointed me to one of the front seats before closing the cabin door, and
doing up the harness. He checked that Dad and Ross were strapped in before
helping me to do up the complicated 5 strap harness of the co-pilots seat,
he checked that none of the straps were too tight, especially the one
between my legs, his hand lingering far too long on my, as ever, rock hard
boner!

"Surely someone must swing the propeller?" I asked,

He laughed, "No, only in the films, now-a-days we have electric start!"

He did some more checks of the instruments and controls and the said, "OK
Mr Carling, when I tell you flick that switch, then that one then press
that until the engine starts!"

"Aye aye Mr Finke!" I answered.

Dad laughed, "He's a great sailor, not sure if he's a pilot though!"

Bernd smiled, "Contact!" he said, and I did as he had told me jumping a
little as the 325 horse power turbocharged engine roared into life.

"Don't worry it gets much quieter out of the hanger, and in the air!

Now if I tell you `I have control' it means you move hands and feet away
from the controls straight away, and you answer `you have control' so I
know you have understood, OK?"

"Roger" I answered, remembering dads lessons in voice procedure.

Bernd looked across and raised an eyebrow.

"Rest your hands and feet on the controls, and follow what I do, without
pushing or pulling yourself, OK?"

"Roger"

He lent across and opened the throttle and I covered his hand with mine,
just as I had seen in the films, and he taxied us out of the hanger.

He pressed a button on the control stick, which he later told me was called
a yolk, and called to air traffic control;

"Koln Bonn Ground this is Cessna 210 Echo Echo Sierra Sierra over!"

"Echo Echo Sierra Sierra this is Koln Ground over"

"ESS is by Hanger 6 Delta, with information Delta, preplanned flight to
Rüdesheim over"

"ESS taxi T2 to runway 32L. Wind is one six zero at seven. Altimeter zero
zero seven seven decimal one zero. Taxi Tango 2. Squawk three four
zero. Contact Tower on One two one decimal eight five when ready"

"ESS"

"Did you follow all of that?" Bernd asked.

"Well your registration number id D-EESS so the ESS is easy, they told us
to use taxiway T2 to go to Runway 32L, the wind is 160 degrees at seven
knots and the altitude here is 77 m?" I asked "I'm not sure what a squawk
is and you need to change the radio to 121.8 when you want to contact the
tower again."

"I'm impressed, a lot of student pilots don't understand after months of
training, a Squawk is a transponder code, it is an electronic device that
transmits a number that shows up on the radar screens, to identify us
amongst all the other radar blips. Remember I showed you the radar screen
on the 737? Well the numbers next to the dots are the squawk codes of those
aircraft"

"So a bit like an identifying flag on a ship?"

"yeah a good comparison, anyway T2 is over there, I'll do the gas, you
steer! You have control!"

"Really? Wow!, er I mean, I have control!"

After a couple of wobbles I steered the plane to taxiway T2, and Bernd told
me to use the footbrakes, and we stopped short of the runway. Meanwhile
Bernd spoke to the tower and they told him that a cargo plane was in front
of us on the runway, and to wait until it had passed, and then turn onto
the runway and take off.

"Keep your feet on the brakes, and turn the rudder (steering) towards the
right, to compensate for the plane coming past us." Bernd told me, "Ah look
it's a KolnAir Curtis Wright C46, an ex US Air force transport. Twin Pratt
and Whitney R2800-51 radial engines, and a pressurised cabin make for a
long range economical transporter that can be used for live cargoes, like,
in this case, show jumping horses!"

"Wow, you know a lot about them!" I commented just as the radio squeaked to
life;

"Moin Bernd, feierabend? Oh du hast gueste?"

"Moin Hans, ja ich bringe `n Insel Affen Familie nach hause mit, die haben
2 niedlich Buben, mal etwas um die Bude lebendig zu machen!"

"Herr Finke, hatte ich ihnen erzahlt, ich war Britische Marine Attaché
im Bonner Botschaft einige jahre?" Dad interrupted in perfect German!

"Oh I am sorry, I did not mean to be rude!" Bernd blushed, while I laughed
having understood quite a bit of the conversations.

As soon as the plane stopped shaking from the wash from the C 46 Bernd told
me to release the brakes and taxi to the centre of the runway. I
instinctively looked, as if I was crossing a road at home, which brought
more praise from Bernd.

"Hold the brakes again and once we reach 5000 rpm on that counter release
them. Then let the aircraft accelerate and take off on its own, just hold
it still and steady!"

I followed his instructions and in no time we were sailing up into the air,
Bernd called the tower and was told to switch to yet another frequency. He
told me to keep my eyes open, and to keep climbing to 2000 feet. Soon he
told me to turn to the south, and head for Rüdesheim. Once clear of the
air traffic control zone we climbed to 4000 feet and Bernd asked Ross if he
wanted to have a go.

"Er no thanks sir, I'd rather you kept on flying us!"

"ME?" Bernd asked, "I've not touched the controls since we taxied out of
the hanger! Peter is your pilot, I'm just the radio operator!"

I glanced over my shoulder to see Ross go a very deathly shade of pale.

"Come on Bro" I said "Remember the first time you drove the narrow boat?
You didn't think you could, but it was easy!"

"At 4 miles an hour on a canal I can jump overboard and swim for it" he
pointed out.

"It's OK Ross" Bernd told him, "I'm going to be home all week as I have to
go to court. We can start you off the easy way, on a glider, if you like!"

"Ahh Thanks sir, I think!" Ross replied, still a little unsure about the
whole thing.

"Entschuldigung Bernd, du muss auch vorm Gericht, wieso, darf ich mal
fragen?" Dad asked, trying to stop me from understanding.

"Ja, vor ein paar Monate war eine schrckliche Unfall... moment mal der
Peter, heist er Carling mit nachname?"

"Ja der bin ich" I replied.

"I'm so sorry son," Bernd said to me, gripping my shoulder, "Concentrate,
concentrate, or do you want me to take over?"

"No I'm fine sir!" I told him, as I levelled the plane out again.

"Look we must go down to prepare for the landing, that's the airfield,
Eibinge Forstwiesen, the lighter green patch between the trees!"

The next 15 minutes were taken up getting into position to land, contacting
the tower, who spoke German. Bernd explained that although normally all air
traffic control, everywhere in the world, is in English because this was
mainly a glider field, and no foreign aircraft ever came here they usually
spoke German.

Under Bernds instructions I lined us up to land on the grass field and I
landed with a few bumps and bounces, but we were down!

"Na, uebermuedet, oder Stramm Bernd?" the controller asked.

"Nee junge, es war der erste Landung einer 12 jahrige Englander!"

"Well done sir, and welcome to Rüdesheim!" the controller said.

"Thank you sir!" I replied, having already worked out how to transmit.

Bernd guided me across the grass to a better mowed pathway that led to the
only hangers. Soon he cut the engine and opened the door, patting me on the
shoulder. A guy in an old and greasy flying suit came across and asked if
Bernd wanted the plane again, or should he put it away. Bernd asked him to
check fuel and oil and hanger the aircraft as he would not be needing it
before the end of the week.

I went to get our bags from the rear of the lane but Bernd told me to
wait. The Mechanic drove a tractor over and hooked up the aircraft to tow
it into the crowded hangar. Bernd told us to wait where we were and he ran
off behind the hangar. Soon he reappeared driving a beautiful Mercedes soft
top, which he backed into the hanger. Before we got there the mechanic had
unloaded all of our bags into the boot and Bernd told us to get in. Ross
and I climbed in the back while the two adults took the front seats.

Bernd was no slouch and we sped down through the forest and into
vineyards. Soon he turned into a gated driveway to a vineyard. The
buildings were old but beautiful and Bernd pulled up in front of the
imposing main house.

An elderly lady in traditional costume came out and greeted us; "Herr
Bernd, sie haben Gaeste mitgebracht?"

"Ja Christa, es sind die familie von die Englander die im vekehrsunfall."

"Ach du liebe ziet!" she said, rushing forward and smothering Ross and I in
hugs.

"Come on, let's get in out of the sun, and have something cool to
drink. I'll show you to your rooms, Ross, Peter would you like separate
rooms, or do you want to share?" he asked us, with a knowing wink!

"Share please!" we chorused. Which made both Bernd and Dad smile.

"Here Sir Douglas!" he told dad, "This is your room, the boys will be one
floor up, if that's OK with you?"

"Please drop the title, Douglas is enough, and whatever is easiest for
you. You know about the Carlings accident?" he asked

"Yes I came along just moments after it happened. We can talk further after
dinner, if that's OK?"

"OK" Dad said as he started to unpack into the drawers in the room.

Bernd led us along the hallway, pointing out his room on the way past and
up a flight of stairs to what was clearly a boys room, or better still a
suite.

"Are you both OK sharing the bed, or should I get another bed brought in?"
Bernd asked.

"We're fine sharing Sir" I told our host.

"I thought you would be" he smiled. "The bathroom is through that door,
perhaps you would like to get showered before dinner? Oh and if you are
`playing around' make sure you lock the door, Christa, my housekeeper,
knocks but always walks straight in, she has caught me cock in hand many
times! It makes no difference to her, but it can be a bit embarrassing for
you!"

"Er thanks for the warning Sir!" I stuttered as he turned to leave.

Once we were alone Ross hugged me tightly, "Did you really fly all the
time?" he asked as he mashed his lips into mine.

"Yes bro, you should have tried it!"

WE quickly stripped and went through to the bathroom where we soon had the
shower running at just the right temperature. We had, of course, forgotten
Bernds warning about the door lock and we were too busy, me on my knees as
Ross face fucked me to hear Christas knock at the door. The elderly
housekeeper bustled into the bathroom with an arm full huge thick
bathtowels. She looked across at us, in flagrante, and smiled,

"Na ja, Buben sind immer Buben!" (Boys will be boys) she laughed putting
the towels away and plodding out again.

"Ooops" I said, "I thought we were busted!" renewing my attack on his
pulsing cock. Soon Ross was pumping his baby makers into my waiting
mouth. He then lifted me to my feet and kissed me before sinking to his
knees and suckling on my aching cock.

"Ross, you don't have to, I can do it by hand if you'd rather not!" I told
him,

Ross stopped for a moment, "Now that I know it's safe to do I enjoy it,
honest!"

We had for the second time not heard someone knocking at the door and were
startled to hear Bernd say, "I'm glad you enjoy it, so do I! I knew that
you were schwule jungs the moment I saw you." The look in his eyes reminded
me of Uncle Erich and I did not like it.

"Sir, please can you let us get dressed? It's not right that you are in
here!" I told him, scared out of my wits.

"Peter, your secret is quite safe with me, I won't tell your Uncle about
this" Bernd promised.

"Dad knows about the things Ross and I do, we would play with you too, but
on our terms, OK?"

Just then a gong sounded; "that's the dinner bell" he told us, "get dressed
and we can talk later."

Ross and I dried off and pulled on matching T shirts and shorts before
going down to where the most tasty smells were wafting up from the dining
room.

"Christa has prepared Jaeger Schnitzel, a favourite of mine. I hope you all
like champignon?" Bernd asked

"That's mushroom boys" Dad translated, "is everything OK Peter, you don't
look happy?"

"I'm sure he is just tired from the journey" Bernd interrupted.

"No dad, please could you explain the boy love rules to Bernd? He is a nice
man, but he seems to think that he can take what he wants from us, because
he saw Ross and I showering together.!" I boldly said, Then I put down my
knife and fork and said to Ross, "come on, I think we will need to pack our
bags, now that I have said that!"

"No no boys, this is just a misunderstanding!" Bernd flustered.

"Herr Finke, what exactly is my son talking about?"

"Well I recognised that the boys are schwule, and I wanted to join in the
fun!"

"I see" dad said, "Perhaps we should set some ground rules? The boys have
the same rights of privacy and choice as anybody. If they want to mess
around with an adult, that is fine with me BUT and it is a big but, ONLY if
the boys start it off, and only as long as the boys are comfortable. If one
of them says no, then that is final. I would expect you, as a responsible
adult, to also be able to set limits, that is to say, if Peter wants you to
spank him then you stop before you cause any damage. I don't think that
Ross is interested in men, so don't be surprised or offended if he says no
from the start. Is this clear?"

"Yes perfectly, I am sorry, all of the boys I have met have needed me to
take the lead. I never realised that boys this young would start things off
on their own!"

"Bernd" I told him, "you are a very nice and good looking man, if you
approach the right boys the right way you will have a lot more fun!"

"Thank you Peter" he said, and went to ruffle my hair, but hesitated, "is
it OK to touch your head like this?" he asked.

I laughed and leant across and kissed him hard on the lips, forcing my
tongue into his mouth.

"I'll take that as a yes then!" he smiled.

Just then there was a knock on the door and 2 cute blond boys in red and
white checked shirts and leather shorts burst in;

"Onkle Bernd!" the called in unison and dashed across to him, jumping on
his lap and almost knocking a bottle of wine over.

"Mama sagt du hast besuch aus England?" one of them asked, "mmmm der ist
aber geil" he added looking at me.

"Danke, du sehst nickt so schlekt aus selber!" I answered in my broken
German.

"Ach du kanst Deutsch? Prima! Ich bin der Wolfgang, und der ist mein
zwillings Bruder Heinz!"

"Peter" I simply said, not wanting to tax my linguistic abilities further.

Wolfgang held out his hand and I shook it, and then introduced Ross, who
also shook hands, and boned up as he eyed the sexy tight lederhosen that
the twins were wearing.

Introductions were completed round the table and without being asked the
twins each pulled up a chair as Christa came in, shaking her head "Gut das
ich zu viel gekocht habe!"

Much of the boys chatter went right over my head, and even Dad had to admit
he didn't understand everything, they were like the triplets, just twice as
loud and 3 times as chatty!

The dinner itself was superb, and Dad asked Christa for the recipe, desert
was mixed soft fruits with cream, I for one was stuffed at the end.

"Onkle Bernd" Heinz asked "Durfen wir bitte schwimmen?"

"Nicht so schnell nach dem essen, ich denke veleicht die pferde brauchen
ausritt? Die sind bestimmt eine woche nicht geritten worden?"

I got the swimming bit, but Bernds answer confused me.

"Peter the twins wanted to swim, but I said no, not so soon after eating,
but told them the ponies need to be ridden. Would you and Ross like to have
a ride? The twins can show you a little of my farm here!"

Ross looked hopefully at Dad, "may we, please? Riding was the one thing
that I was allowed to do, and I love horses!"

"Of course, as long as you are careful!" Dad said.

Bernd told the twins which ponies to take, and to make sure everyone wore a
helmet. It was my first time on any sort of horse, and even though it was
only a pony it still looked huge to me.

Once they had saddled 2 ponies, for Ross and myself the twins jumped
bareback onto their mounts and we trotted off down the drive. They led us
across the road and onto a path leading through the vines and up to a knoll
of trees about 2 miles away. When we arrived we tied up the ponies to a
tree and walked a couple of yards down to a small pond of crystal clear
water. It was not deep enough to swim in but the cool water, bubbling up
from underground looked so inviting. Without a seconds thought the twins
stripped off their shirts and lederhosen, they were not wearing any
underwear, and with rock hard dicks pointing skywards splashed into the
water.

"You can come into it both" Wolfgang said, in quite good English, "The
waters she is very good"

Ross and I looked at each other for a moment, "Well I guess the ride has
shaken dinner down a bit, why not?" I said, starting to strip. The twins
stopped what they were doing and stared openly, maybe thinking that English
boys would look different nude! I started to hum the stripper song and made
a big show of taking my stuff off, much to the delight of the German boys,
who were bumping and grinding like old pros.

Ross then took centre stage, and made a big show of waving his much larger
dick around, much to the enjoyment of the boys. We cooled off and washed
away the dust and soon the boys were playing with themselves and looking
across to us.

"Do you want to play together?" I asked

The answer was a resounding "Ja!" The twins, both cut, were fascinated by
our foreskins. After some jacking off and fooling around I asked Ross if he
was OK with me sucking him He simply lay back and spread his legs. As I
took him in my mouth there was a chorus of "Eww" which surprised me, I had
assumed that the boys were more advanced than that.

"Does that not taste bad of peepee?" one of the boys asked, while jacking
his brother at the speed of light.

"I like it" I told him between mouthfuls as Ross pushed me off, he
obviously didn't want to cum yet, so I said, "I'd be happy to suck one of
you, if you want me to?" I offered. "But it is better if we never tell
anyone else about this, we could all get into trouble!"

"Wir sind nicht vom gestern," he told me, "if our papa found out he would
beat us a lot! Wir wollen bestimt nicht erkannt als 175er!"

I didn't understand the last comment but thought it better not to ask right
now. We soon came to an arrangement, Ross jacked one twin, while I sucked
the other, and then we swapped round.

"Do you want me to do something really cool?" I asked

"Cool, it's not cool, the sun he is still hot no?"

"Argh, may I do something else, and if you don't like it, or you want me to
stop just tell me, OK?" I said, frustrated that I couldn't speak enough
German to explain.

"Sicher, er sure!" one of the twins, I simply could not tell them apart!

I started to suck him again but I wet my finger and very gently eased it in
to his sweet rosebud. He made a surprised sound, but as I went to pull away
he pushed me back again! After a little more fingering and sucking I moved
round and started to rim him, while his brother tentatively went down on
him.

"Mmm es schmekt gar nicht so schlecht! Etwas salzig, aber auch ein bissien
nach seife!" which I took to mean, it dosen't taste too bad!

The twin who I was rimming had a glazed look about him, and I could feel
him tensing up to shoot.

"Look out your brother is going to cum" I warned, but not knowing the
German for cum, ejaculate or orgasm he could not understand my warning.

Then the youngster had his first wet orgasm, and what an orgasm it was too!
His brother went to spit it out;

"Menno, du hast mir in dem mund gepisst, du ferkel!"

"Nein, nein, it wasn't piss, it was cum, baby makers, do you know what I
mean?"

The brother who had got the mouth full smacked his lips, "nee das war keine
Pisse, du bist ein Mann, du kanst scharf schiessen!"

"Und? Wie schmeckt es den?" the other brother asked

His brother answered by kissing him on the mouth, and the kiss lasted
several minutes.

We then all swapped again and I rimmed the other boy while his brother did
his best to suck him dry, but dry was all he got.

"Hey, never mind, it won't be long and you will shoot too" I told him but
he was clearly upset that his twin brother could do it, and he couldn't.

Ross looked at his watch, it was getting dark and he said, it's 9 o'clock,
we're going to be in trouble if we don't hurry back!

We quickly dressed and got back on the ponies, setting off back just in
time to meet a worried Bernd riding out to meet us. He led us back to the
farm, and appeared to be scolding the twins so I interrupted;

"Herr Finke, it was not their fault, I have not ridden before and I fell
off a couple of times and they had to re capture my pony!" I lied.

The twins nodded in agreement and the matter was settled.

"Well it's too late to swim tonight, and we all have a busy day tomorrow so
perhaps you boys should go to bed as soon as we get back" he said.

Once back in the yard the stable manager took the ponies with the twins and
put them away, the ponies that is, not the twins!

In the house Ross and I had a glass of milk and went up to bed. After a
quick wash we both went straight off to sleep.



Chapter 8

The sun seemed to rise much earlier in Germany and long before I was awake
enough to tell the time a cockerel was crowing in the yard and the smell of
fresh rolls and coffee wafted up from the kitchen.

I had a very quick shower, not even jacking off my morning wood, and
trotted down the stairs to find Christa and several farm workers in the
kitchen.

"Ach junge, bist du gut Geschlafen?" she asked me,

"Danke Ja!" I answered, "Und Sie?"

"Solch gute manniere" she praised, touseling my hair.

"Broetchen, Kakao?" she asked me

"Darf ich bitte ein Weisskaffe ?" I asked just as Bernd walked in.

"I think a coffee would be a good idea on such an important day as today"
he said, nodding to Christa.

 I sat down to a strange breakfast of fresh warm crispy rolls, cold cuts of
meat and cheese and jam. No cornflakes or eggs and bacon and no toast and
marmalade, but it was good! Dad came down and joined us, apologising for
being late but Christa told him that he was earlier than expected, but that
as long as we came down by 10am, breakfast would always be on the table!

Dad told me to go and wake Ross, and then change into my new suit for the
court.

Once we were ready Bernd took us to the court and we were shown to a
waiting room. A court usher came and asked me, in perfect English, if I was
feeling OK, and if I needed anything, He then went on to explain what would
happen, and what I would need to do. All too soon I was called to go in,
and was led to a stand where I was asked, first in German and then in
English, my name, date of birth and nationality. The judge, a very kindly
looking woman, asked me to explain to the court the full effects of the
loss of my parents. I wanted to keep a "stiff upper lip" but as the
questioning and stirring of my memories went on I eventually lost control
and sobbed openly. Bernd, who had already given his evidence smiled and
nodded to me, to re assure me. I got through the ordeal and the judge
thanked me for my bravery in coming to the court and I was taken back to
the waiting room. Ross and Dad both saw that I was upset and hugged me
tightly. A short while later the usher showed Bernd in who told us that the
other driver had been found guilty of causing death by dangerous driving,
while under the influence of alcohol. He was sentenced to 7 years in
prison, as it was not his first offence.

"Seven years, is that the value of my parents? A lousy seven years?" I
sobbed.

"No there is more, the court has found that he should pay you compensation,
or at least his insurance company will pay you, and then get it back from
him" Bernd went on.

"Oh yeah, 50 Marks or something?" I asked sarcastically.

"Peter I know you are hurting, but please don't be so rude to Bernd, his
evidence went a long way to making sure the conviction was successful" Dad
said.

"I'm sorry Bernd, it's just how do they put a value on the loss of my
parents?"

"Well the law here is quite clear, they look at the income of your family,
and that of the person who must pay the compensation. They take the higher
figure and then calculate how much it would cost to give you the best
possible education and life style, within that income bracket. As the other
driver was owner of several large building companies they have awarded a
sum which he would have had to pay for you, were you his son, to go through
the best possible education including University. The sum will have to be
finalised but it will be around 300,000 Marks, or £260,000. It is not
meant to pay for, or replace your parents, just to ensure that you get the
best possible education, if you want it!" Bernd explained.

"I still don't get it" I said.

"Don't worry about it now, let's get back to the farm."

On the drive back Bernd pointed out some of the local landmarks, promising
that we would visit one or two before the week was over. He also told us
that we could go gliding if the weather was suitable.

Back at the farm we found the twins waiting in the yard, and no sooner had
Bernd parked up were they begging him to let them go swimming.

"The twins want to have a swim, I hope it does not embarrass you, they
usually swim naked?" Bernd said.

"May we swim too?" Ross and I asked.

"Of course, if your Dad says it's OK" Bernd answered.

"As long as you behave, remember we are guests here, and some of the people
on the farm may not approve of the games you two like to play when you get
going!" Dad cautioned.

"I'm sure they will be fine" Bernd countered, "the only person likely to
see is Christa, and she has seen everything before!"

"Will you be swimming too Dad?" I asked,

"No, I have some paperwork to sort out, plus I know what swimming with you
two will lead to, and I don't have a brother here who can get me out of any
trouble with the law!"

"Bernd?" I asked, "are you coming swimming too?"

"Not right now, I'll leave you boys to play. I too might find it hard to
control myself with 4 geile knaben to tempt me!"

We went in to get changed, and Ross and I put on shorts and T shirts for
decency while we went through the house. I asked Dad if it would be OK to
play a bit with Bernd, if he wanted to, and he said, "as long as you ask
him, and not the other way round. Just remember the laws here may be a
little different, so be careful!"

Soon Ross and I were swimming naked with the twins, diving between each
others legs and groping each other. I asked one of them, I still could not
tell which was which, "would you like me to suck you again?"

"Nein nicht hier, mann koennte uns sehen! Wir koennen ins umkleide raum
gehen" he replied. I got the not here bit, but was puzzled by the rest of
the answer, until he took my hand and led me to a changing room next to the
pool with benches, clothes pegs and even a couple of cushioned sun beds in
it.

Pretty soon we were all four sucking and wanking each other. Time passed
quickly and the sex play became quite intense when the door opened and
Bernd came in.

"I thought I would find you here!" he said, "Es ist OK jungs, ihr koennt
weiter machen wenn ihr wollt!" he added for the twins who seemed a little
alarmed at being caught `in flagrante'!

"Would you like to join in Bernd?" I asked, "Dad says it's OK, as long as
the other boys want to as well"

" Darf ich mitmachen?" he asked the twins, and the look of relief on their
faces was clear as soon as they realised that they were not in trouble.

We all carried on, rubbing, sucking, licking and fingering and I could see
that Bernd was getting close. "Stop, warten!" I said as I got a small tube
of lube from my shorts pocket. I lubed Bernd, and applied a little to my
hole and then, with Bernd lying on his back I mounted his cock. The boys
looked amazed and watched open mouthed as I rose and sank on his long fat
pole. Each time I felt him getting close I stopped, but finally I indicated
to Ross and the twins to stand around us wanking while I pounded my ass on
his cock one last time. We pretty much all came together, myself and the
other 3 boys all shooting over Bernds chest, while he coated my guts with
his hot sperm. Both twins shot this time, albeit just a little watery
juice, but they were over the moon.

"Please can you tell them that they must never tell anyone about this?" I
asked Bernd, who then explained to the twins in German the reasons for not
telling anyone. Bernd then reached for a towel to wipe his chest clean but
I stopped him, and started my one man clean up operation, licking not only
his chest and tummy clean, but also his cock. I then leant in and kissed
him, which he returned fully. Suddenly he broke the kiss and turned me
around on his chest and started to eat me out.

"I have always dreamt of doing that, but never had the nerve" he told me
afterwards, "If I can find another young man who wants to make love with me
I will be doing it again too!"

"Bernd?" I asked, remembering the twins comment from the night before, "the
twins said something about not being 175, what does that mean?"

"Ahh" Bernd blushed, "they were refering to German Law on
Homosexuality. Paragraph 175 of the 'Straf Gesetz Buch' or StGB or book of
laws and punishments. All homosexual acts are forbidden in Germany, and the
slang for a homosexual is '175er'!"

He went on to explain some of the finer points, but in essence the law
punishes all acts of homosexuality.

All too soon we heard Christa banging on a gong, to call us to dinner and
we all hurriedly got dressed and went in. Schweins Haxe with Sauerkraut and
Mash, it was yet another perfect meal, and except for the very fatty part
around the meat both Ross and I cleared our plates. For desert Christa had
made a Schwarzwalder Kirsh Torte, which I commented was very much like the
Black Forest Cherry cake we had in a restaurant at home. When the laughter
subsided Bernd explained that it was indeed the very same dish, coming from
the Black Forest area of Germany.

"So, who would like to come gliding with me tomorrow?" Bernd asked

Ross and I looked to Dad, who nodded it was OK, so we both raised our hands
"Yes please!"

"OK, breakfast at 08.00 tomorrow, to give us time to bag some early flights
then!" he said.

I was tired out and soon excused myself and Ross joined me in bed.

"I'm not sure about this gliding" he told me, "is it safe?"

"Dad wouldn't have said yes if he thought it was not safe" I re assured
him.

Soon we were spooned together in bed and in no time we were fast asleep.

At 07.30 the next morning we were woken by Dad gently shaking us, telling
us that, if we wanted to go gliding, we needed to get showered and
dressed. Ross and I showered together and dealt with each other's morning
wood in a quick and almost mechanical way, arriving dressed in shorts and t
shirts at the breakfast table by 5 to 8. Once again we were treated to
fresh rolls, cold cuts and home-made jam. This time we elected to drink
cocoa and even that was richer, thicker and tastier than anything I
remembered from home!

Once we were finished, and Christa had given us a huge hamper for a picnic
lunch Bernd led us round to the garage, or perhaps barn would be a better
name for it? Rather than one of his 3 Mercedes this time Bernd led us to an
orange and black checked DKW Munga, something like a mini jeep.

"I thought this might be more fun today, plus it is useful on the
airfield!" he explained.

We all piled into the Munga and Bernd set off, at what seemed like break
neck speeds to the airfield, with him pointing out various landmarks on the
way. After a very bumpy, hair raising ride we pulled onto the airfield and
stopped beside a hangar. About half a dozen men were standing outside a
wooden office building, drinking coffee and chatting, all were dressed in
green overalls which were covered in pockets, including one on each leg
with a plastic window in it. Bernd explained that most pilots wear ex air
force flying overalls, and the plastic pockets were for maps.

Bernd took us over to the group, who seemed to be respectful of him, and
introduced us as his English guests. One came over to me and offered his
hand saying "Hello Peter, I am so sorry for your loss, you spoke very well
in court yesterday. I hope we can make the rest of your stay here a little
more pleasant?"

"Thank you" I answered, more than a little confused.

"I'm one of the court ushers" he explained, "but I guess I look a little
different in my flying suit?"

I smiled as I recognised him, "Thank you, no I didn't recognise you. This
is my brother, Ross." I introduced.

"But I thought you were an only child?" the man asked.

Bernd then explained in German about Ross and Dad, who he introduced as Sir
Douglas Mc Pherson, but Dad quickly asked that they just call him Douglas.

"OK" Bernd said, "let's get some aircraft out and get flying!" He turned to
Ross, "can you drive?"

"No, I only ever drove Dads mower, but not a car"

"The Munga is like a lawnmower!" Bernd told him, and asked him to back it
in front of the hangar.

Ross looked to dad for help and dad got into the passenger seat and talked
Ross through driving the jeep round.

Bernd ruffled my hair and said "Don't worry, your turn will come next!"

Ross;

Dad showed me exactly how to drive the Munga and we backed up to the Hangar
where a rope was attached to the back, and hooked into a hole in the nose
of a glider. With a man on each wingtip I towed the first glider out,
repeating the process until all the aircraft that were needed were lined up
on the grass. I noticed Bernd climb into a strange 2 seater plane with very
long wings and a propeller at the front. He started the engine and drove
it- er Taxied it out to the line up. He took me over and explained all
about the safety checks.

"This is the Schreiber Motor Falke, or Motor Falcon in English, it is a
glider which also has a motor, big enough to take off and fly with on its
own. The engine is the same as in the VW Kaefer, er Beetle, out there! It
is one of the most reliable small engines in the world, simple and air
cooled."

He showed me the controls and assured me that everything was quite safe. We
got in and he explained the procedures, as well as showing me on a map
where we were going to fly to. "I'll read the map, and tell you where to
go, you just concentrate on enjoying your first flight, as the pilot!"

Some of it is still a bit of a blur, I remember bumping down the grass and
climbing gracefully, and slowly, into the air. Bernd chatted with the
control tower and we set off cross country. "Here in Germany the airspace
is divided into corridors, like 3 dimensional motorways. There are also
places where we are not allowed to fly, especially around the many military
airfields. A lot of the corridors are above the levels that we usually fly
at, so with care we can navigate just about anywhere!"

We flew on, sometimes swooping low over landmarks which Bernd pointed out
to me, circling around several 'fairy-tale' castles when Bernd pointed out
the river Mosel. We flew a little further up the river valley until we flew
past a beautiful new bridge, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Bernd said
to me "I have control"

I replied "You have control" lifting my hands and feet from the controls as
Bernd went into a steep turn, looking around the sky.

"Do you see any other aircraft?" he asked me.

"No nothing" I replied.

"Hold on to your hat" he joked as he swooped down towards the bridge. I saw
some people in canoes watching us as Bernd flew UNDER the bridge!

He laughed like a kid on a rollercoaster as he cautioned me "Don't tell
anyone back at the airfield, we're not meant to do things like that, but
every now and then I have to have some fun!"

He got us back on course and gave me back the controls, and, as we came in
to land he put his hands behind his head. "You're landing this all on your
own Ross!"

Peter.

One of the men got into a huge yellow Deutz lorry and it started in a huge
cloud of black smoke. He then set off down the field.

"Peter, please can you get into that yellow beetle and drive it down to
where the winch lorry parks up? Hans" he added to one of the Germans,
"gehst du mit ihn und zeigst du ihn wie mann den Schlepp-ziel raus zieht?"

Hans got into the passenger side, and guided me across the airfield to the
winch. As I got to the `runway' I stopped and checked that nothing was
coming.

"Vell done Peter, I see zat you haff bin on a flugplatz before?" he said in
heavily accented English.

"Only once when Bernd let me taxi and fly the Cessna down from Koln Bonn".

"You are learning very quick then!" he praised.

Once we got to the winch the driver had just set up everything, and
hammered in a spike into the ground.

"What's the spike for?" I asked

"Spike?" he questioned.

I pointed at it and smiled.

"Ach den Erd Anschluss, it is so if the winch wire was hit by blitz it will
go to earth."

It was my turn to ask "Blitz?" I only knew this word from the bombing in
the war.

"It is the electrics in the clouds" Hans explained,

"Oh Lightening, I get it!"

Hans fitted 2 metal bars to the roof of the beetle, one on each side, to
which he attached the winch lines. He then explained that we needed to pull
them down the field at a steady pace, accelerating and stopping gently, so
as not to cause the winch drum to spin out of control. He then called the
control tower to ask permission to drive out the cables, and this was
cleared and I set off down the field. As we got near to the end I started
to slow down and then felt as the winch man used the brakes on the cable to
control the speed. By this time there were several gliders, and a bigger
one with a motor, but very long wings lined up. Bernd came over to us;
"will you be OK driving out the wires for a while? I'm taking Ross up in
the Motor Falke" he said, pointing at the motorised plane. " you can go in
a glider in about an hour, everybody takes turns at the work here, so
everybody gets a chance to fly!" he explained.

"Yes I'll be fine" I answered.

"He is very good" Hans praised, "Ich bliebe mit ihn eine Ziet, um sicher zu
gehen"

Ross looked a little apprehensive as Bernd strapped him in, and then
climbed in himself. I heard over the radio Bernd asking the tower, in
English, for permission to take off. Once cleared he gunned the engine and
they were bouncing along the grass runway and slid gracefully into the
air. As the disappeared off into the sky Hans told me that we needed to
drive round the edge of the field back to the winch, to be ready to tow the
cables back. We waited for a moment as the first glider was hooked up and
with a series of waved hand signals, and the waving of what looked like a
huge orange lollypop the winchman was told to lift the plane into the air.

At the winch end we could see plumes of black diesel smoke as the powerful
engine started to reel in the steel wire, and pulled the glider into the
air. It climbed steeply and when it reached the top of the climb a small
parachute blossomed out as the wire was pulled back to the ground. We set
off back as the second glider was hooked up and launched.

The 2 seater got to about 100 feet up when it seemed to stop, and the nose
was pushed down, releasing the winch wire and coming in to land more than
half way up the field.

"Zat was der cable break practice!" Hans explained, "he is a student pilot,
and learns to cope if zee cables is breaking on take-off"

We got to the winch just as the second cable came to a stop close by and we
hooked them up for the drive back to the start point. On the way we passed
another beetle which had gone up the field to pull the 2 seater back to the
start for his next flight. After a few runs Hans left me to do one on my
own, and as I got back from my first `solo' run he was there with a big mug
of tea. "Zis is my special English tea, for you, to keep the energy up!"

I took a sip, and almost spat it out, he must have put at least 10 sugars
in it! I thanked him and we set off back for the next run. There had been a
slight pause in flying while 2 planes landed and Hans said, "time for a
peepee!" climbing out of the car and going to the bushes behind the winch.

After the big mug of tea I needed one too, so I followed him, and could not
help but stare at his monster cock as he pulled it out and sprayed the
bushes.

"It looks big" he said, "but when it gets hard it makes me faint, it takes
all my blood!"

He then watched as I got my boycock out to piss, and as he was obviously
interested I pushed my shorts down, to give him a good view. I was hard
from the sight of his pocket snake, and seeing my stiff nail struggling to
piss he asked "please may I?" dropping to one knee beside me.

I was more than willing to oblige and he started to give me a hurried blow
job. "You will have to stop a moment, I need to piss first" I said but he
shocked me by answering,

"Piss in my mouth please Peter!"

It took a moment, but I eventually got a stream flowing and he gulped it
all down, "mmm lekker!" he said.

"We must play some more later" I offered,

"I'd like that" he replied.

Atfer a couple more runs we were relieved on the winch car and Hans got me
ready to fly in a glider. Just then we heard the motor glider returning and
watched as it came in for a slightly bumpy landing. Ross was grinning ear
to ear and Bernd was sitting with his hands behind his head, showing that
Ross was doing all the flying! Dad congratulated Ross, who was positively
bubbling over with excitement. "We even flew under a bridge" Ross whispered
to me "but Bernd told me not to tell anyone here as he could get into
trouble for it!"

"OK Peter, time for your flight, Hans will show Ross how to do the winch
cables later." Bernd said as he helped me into the front seat of a 2 seater
glider. He talked me through the controls and the pre flight checks telling
me that he would shadow me on the controls, but that I would be flying. He
reminded me of the `I have control'- `you have control' stuff and soon the
cockpit canopy was closed and secured. Bernd indicated with his hand to
take up the slack in the cable, and then as soon as we started to move he
waved the `all out' command, and we shot into the air. I t was like being
on a roller coaster, except we were going up very fast, rather than
down. As we reached the top of the climb he told me to pull the cable
release and with a slight jerk we were flying free. There was a slight wind
noise, but otherwise silence. Bernd directed me towards a cloud that seemed
to be forming nearby and pointed out the birds circling below it,

"They are in rising air, called a thermal, and if we can get into it we
will go up too!"

 Bernd helped me settle into the rising air, and slowly but surely the rate
of climb indicator showed we were going up. We gained over 300 mtrs quite
quickly but then the lift seemed to stop, and he told me to fly to the next
cloud. This carried on for quite a time, when Bernd asked "do you know
where we are?"

I panicked a bit as I realised I had no idea where we were, "no, no idea!"

He laughed, "look down there" he said pointing to the left, "that's the
Rhine, we are about 20 kilometers north of Ruedesheim, so we need to fly
south."

I had been so concentrated on the soaring, as Bernd called flying up under
clouds, that I had lost track of where we were going. Just then I noticed a
rapidly growing dot in the sky, heading towards us, "Bernd, what is that,
is it a plane heading for us?" I asked, pointing at it.

"Well spotted! It's most likely an American fighter pilot, they like to try
and scare us by flying close by!"

Bernd made a call on the radio "Hello Ramstein control, this is German
glider D-0238 12 miles north of Rudesheim crossing the Rhine. One of your
fighters is on a collision course with me, please advise!"

"Roger D-0238, the pilot is aware of your position!"

With that Bernd said to me "I have control" and before I could even answer
the jet roared past shaking and buffeting us badly.

"Did you see his tail number?" Bernd asked.

"Yes the tail number was 60851 and on the fuselage it said FG-851"

"Well done" he praised, "when you are flying alone you have to concentrate
on flying steady when they do that, no time to look for tail numbers!"

Just then the radio squarked to life;

"Das habe ich gefilmt Bernd, wenn du anzeige Machen willst?"

"Ja danke, wir haben die Registrierung, es gibt eine near miss report
dieses mal!"

"I need to quickly write some notes" Bernd told me, "you have control!"

"I have control!"

 The flight back to the airfield was uneventful and all too soon we were
landing. The rest of the day was spent doing various duties on the field,
and 2 more flights before Bernd told us that we were going to start
clearing the aircraft away. We then drove back to the farm, comparing notes
about our flights, and were greeted by Christa at the farm, who had a
delicious stew on the stove waiting for some ravenous pilots to wolf it
down! The twins were nowhere to be seen, Christa told us that they had been
caught misbehaving and were grounded. Bernd, Dad, Ross and I went for a
swim to relax after the hard day at the airfield.

Ross and I went straight into the pool naked, but Dad and Bernd both wore
trunks, "that's not fair, you get to see all we have on offer, but hide
yours from us" I complained.

Bernd looked across at dad, who shrugged his shoulders and the both dropped
their shorts. Soon the horse play got more sensual and in no time I was
sucking Bernd, while Ross serviced dad. I almost dragged Bernd to the
changing room where I repeated the sex from the previous day. Dad asked
Bernd if he had ever been fucked, Bernd told him, not for many years, but
he would love to try. We ended up with dad fucking Bernd, me sitting on
Bernds cock and Ross face fucking our host!

Dad came first, triggering Bernd, who triggered me, and the general moaning
of our simultaneous orgasms triggered Ross. As soon as dad pulled out I
leant forward to suck him clean before I climbed off Bernd and sucked him
too!

The week went by all too quickly, great food, fantastic entertainment and
superb company, not to mention the hot sex! Dad borrowed one of Bernds cars
and drove us to the embassy to get the final paperwork sorted, and the
official told us that, unusually, the German Airline, Lufthansa, was going
to collect us, and the sad cargo, from Eibinge Forstwiesen, the small
airfield that we had been gliding from, rather than having to drive up to
Cologne-Bonn airfield in 2 hearses.

Dad looked at the paperwork and smiled; "This is Bernds doing, he is so
thoughtful!"

Saturday morning came and we bid a fond, and indeed tearful farewell to our
new German friends, with promises to come and visit again, and offers for
them to visit us too. Dad had Ross and I dress smartly and we were escorted
to the back seats of a large Mercedes limosine, which set off slowly
following 2 hearses up to the airfield. It seemed that every driveway we
passed there was a German family standing, heads bowed in respect, I used
up most of the tissues provided in the car drying my non-stop flow of
tears. As we joined the main road I noticed 4 police motorcyclists take up
position at the head of the cortege and escort us to the airfield.

To our total surprise there was a small brass band, from the local
volunteer fire brigade and a large group of well wishers, along with 2 TV
crews, one from a German station called ZDF and the other from the British
Forces Broadcasting Service, who we discovered were going to pass the film
on to the BBC! The judge from the court was there, with a man, who was
introduced to us as the Mayor and also a Vicar from the local church.

Dad gripped my arm and told me to be brave, explaining that the local
community were so ashamed about the accident that killed my parents, and so
impressed with the way I had conducted myself in court that they wanted to
pay their respects!

Standing on the grass runway was a preserved airliner from the early post
war days of Lufthansa, a Ju52, a 3 engined metal bodied aircraft. I
recognised several of the guys from the gliding club, and from Bernds farm,
as they carried the 2 coffins from the hearses to the plane. Once the
coffins were safely loaded Bernd escorted us to our seats and sat with us.

"Are you not flying us Bernd?" I asked.

"I wish" he smiled, "I'm not 'type cleared' for the Tante-ju, (the nick
name of this type of aircraft) but I will be flying you on the next leg
from Koln-Bonn!"

He lent across and touseled my hair and gripped Ross's hand, "come on boys
let's get this over with!"

The flight was quite noisy, but it was explained to us that Lufthansa had
laid this trip on because Mum and Dad had been in Germany negotiating a
training contract with the airline, to train cabin crews in advanced first
aid, because the American CAA wanted all cabin crews to be better first aid
trained, to cope with weight related emergencies on-board flights to and
from the USA, dealing with heart attacks and strokes quickly in the air
could save many lives.

When we reached Cologne there were more cameras and the plane was boarded
by a number of British soldiers, in their best uniforms. An Officer came
aboard and introduced himself as Lt Col Sir Digby Smythe, RAMC*.

"I am so sorry for your loss, since both the deceased were still serving
members of the RAMC T&AVR** we would like to pay our respects and have a
military presence at the funeral, as well as assisting with the transfer
between aircraft now, if you are happy for us to do that?" he asked Dad.

"Colonel, this is Peter Carling, it has to be his decision. I would
personally suspect that his late parents would like that!" Dad explained.

"Peter" the colonel said, offering his hand, "although the accident did not
occur during active service, your parents are entitled to full military
honours, we would like to pay our respects, if you will allow it?"

"Yes, of course" I replied, in a bit of a daze, "whatever you think is
best? Dad, er Sir Douglas, will know better than I do what it all entails!"

"Thank you Peter" the officer said, shaking my hand once more then stepping
back to salute.

He turned to another man behind him and said "Sort out the drapes and the
caps!"

"Yes Sir!" he replied and saluted.

Moments later he returned with 2 Union Flags and 2 Army dress uniform caps,
1 mans and 1 a womens cap. These were attached to the coffins and the caps
attached on top. 8 soldiers then picked up each coffin and carried then
from the aircraft, across the tarmac to the waiting 737 In turn they
boarded a lifting device and the coffins were placed in the cargo hold of
the aircraft. A member of the cabin crew was handed the flags and hats as
the colonel explained; "There will be a further detachment of soldiers at
Birmingham International Airport and we will provide the cortege and
outriders for the journey to the undertakers. Tomorrow we will cover
everything for the journey to the Church, and from there to the
crematorium."

"You won't be firing a salute with rifles will you?" I asked.

"If that is your wish we can" he replied.

"No sir, I know that despite, or maybe because of, their military
backgrounds I know that they both hated firearms. Please no gun salute!"

"That is what their commanding officer told us, we would like to provide a
guard of honour, but no firing of the weapons, if you are happy with that
Peter?"

"Yes, thank you."

As we took our seats on the aircraft, Bernd came back from the cockpit and
shook our hands; "Peter, since all the passengers have seen that something
unusual is going on I would like to announce the background to it all. Are
you OK with that?"

"Yes I think so, people seem to be staring at us, maybe if you explain they
might leave us alone?"

"I will do. Would you like to come up to the cockpit once we are in the
air?" he inquired.

"Thanks Bernd, but not today, I don't think I could cope"

"OK, well if you need anything just let Heidi know!" with that he saluted
and returned to the front of the plane.

Soon the loudspeakers crackled to life and we heard Bernds voice; "Good
morning Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Lufthansa flight LH927 to
Birmingham International. I am Captain Bernd Finke your pilot. As some of
you may have noticed we have a VIP on board who asks that you respect his
privacy. Peter Carling has come to Germany to bring his parents home
following their murder in Germany. Peters parents were members of the
British Army and are being afforded full military honours. Once we land I
would ask you all to remain seated until the funeral party has left the
aircraft when you will be able to board busses to carry you to the main
terminal. Thank you, please enjoy your flight and enjoy a complimentary
drink as a thank you for your co operation!"

The flight safety talk followed and the no smoking and fasten seat belt
signs lit up. Soon we were roaring along the bumpy concrete runway and
lifted off. This time Ross looked far more comfortable as we climbed to
cruising height. As soon as the no smoking and seat belt signs went off the
man sitting directly behind me lent forward and tapped me on the shoulder;
"Young man, do you mind if I smoke? If it bothers you I will refrain!"

"Thank you Sir!" I replied, "It's fine though you are welcome to smoke!"

"Thanks!" he told me and then addressing Dad "Your ward is a brave young
man, Sir Douglas! You won't remember me but I served under you in Gib***.
Lieutenant Commander Rupert Fitzroy RN!"

"Commander!" Dad said offering his hand "didn't I speak to you in
connection with the life jackets and the air sea rescue demonstration for
the TV filming?"

"Guilty as charged Sir!"

The Lt Commander took out a pipe and started to load it with tobacco. I had
never watched someone filling a pipe before and I watched with
interest. Once he had loaded his pipe with tobacco he lit it with a match
and the sweet aroma of his tobacco filled the air. I don't usually like the
smell of smoking but this was different, somehow calming.

"What tobacco is that sir?" I asked.

"It's called Amphora, a Dutch tobacco. It's my favourite!"

"I don't like smoking as a rule, but at least yours is pleasant to smell!"
I told him with a smile.

"Just make sure you don't give in to the temptation and start smoking,
young man. It's not good for you, and when you kiss a girl it makes your
mouth taste like an old ash tray!" he told me.

"Best reason I can think of to start then, if it stops girls kissing me!" I
joked, earning an elbow poke in the ribs from Dad.

"Trust me," the man said in a theatrical whisper, "it'll stop the boys from
kissing you too!"

 Douglas

As Peter made his comment about not wanting to kiss girls I nudged him in
the ribs. His reaction to the 'whispered' reply from the Lt Commander was
classic; he blushed as red as a beet root! I winked at the man, and he
smiled the smile of a man who had worked it out. The flight was otherwise
uneventful, though several other passengers stopped by to offer condolences
in passing, Peter ever the young adult accepted the kind words with a
mature grace and managed to hold back the tears, a prime example of the
British 'Stiff Upper Lip'!

On arrival at Birmingham the plane taxied to a stand between the main
terminal and the VIP terminal. Looking out of the window I noticed a guard
of honour and a small welcoming committee.

"Ok boys, are you ready for this?" I asked, and both boys nodded. Bernd
came back and escorted us from the plane as the ground crew unloaded the
caskets. 8 pall bearers took up position around each of the caskets and
slow marched them to the waiting hearses as the guard of honour came to
attention and presented arms. We were escorted to the waiting limo and
without further delay set off for home.

During the drive home I used the phone to make some calls, the vicar had
already spoken to the Army about the funeral service and I also spoke to
our friends from St Johns Ambulance. By the time we had left Peters parents
caskets at the undertakers and driven home the funeral was pretty much
organised. There was a chill in the air as we arrived home, and to my
surprise I noticed a plume of smoke rising from the chimney. The car pulled
up and Tony and Damion came out of the house.

"Douglas, Peter Ross!" Tony greeted us, "We saw on the news that you were
on your way home, so I took the liberty of lighting the fire and stocking
up the fridge!"

"Thanks Tony!" I replied.

"How was your first trip abroad, and your first flight boys?" Tony asked,
turning to Ross and Peter.

"Great thanks" Peter responded, "though the journey home was a bit
upsetting!"

"Peter flew Bernd's plane from Cowloon to Rudesheim!" Ross added excitedly.

"Cologne not Cowloon!" I corrected with a smile.

"Yes and I got to fly Bernds Motor Glider too!" Ross continued excitedly.

We all went into the house as the 3 boys carried the cases in and I made a
pot of tea. Peter produced a bag with a cake in it that Christa, the German
housekeeper had given him and we all sat down and enjoyed it.

I was startled to hear the phone ring;

"Hello?" I answered.

A voice I did not recognise at the other end introduced himself as Major
Tom Graham, OC of the TA unit that Joyce and Roland had belonged to. We
discussed the details of the military representation at the funeral and
what Peter did, and didn't want.

The next 24 houes were a mad rush of phone calls, visits, trips to the
barbers and dry cleaners. All too soon the day of the funeral came around
and, after a filling breakfast of porridge and sweet tea we all dressed in
our 'Sunday Best'. At Peters request, as the Army were going to be there, I
wore my full dress uniform. Stevens helicopter landed on the old tennis
court at about 9am and Swaantje and the triplets climbed out we went out to
greet them and hugs and tears were the order of the day. Swaantje was
perfectly dressed in black and all 5 boys looked fantastic in their suits
and it brought a tear to my eye. The hearses arrived at the farm with the
limo behind. As we went out to take our places I realised that there were a
lot of extra vehicles, including an ambulance with its blue lights on. In
front of the cortege the funeral director led the way down the lane and
through the village to the church, where 16 soldiers were waiting to carry
the caskets into the church, while a further 20 or so men and women
provided the guard of honour. Also present were a detachment from Peters St
Johns friends, several narrow boat owners, our friends from social services
and the courts. All in all it was a wonderful turn out, in the church an
even bigger surprise, pretty much the whole village had turned out, to pay
respects to a couple they had never even met!

Peter

I was already upset enough at the thought of having to bury my parents, but
when I saw just how many people had come to help me say goodbye I had to
fight back the tears. Douglas and Swaantje were there for me, and my 4
brothers too. It was hard but we got through the service. The greatest
shock was the presence of the RAMC Staff Band, who played a wonderful
arrangement of the Evening Hymn and Last Post, the bugle echoing mournfully
through the church. I think I was in a bit of a daze as Douglas and
Swaantje led us out of the church and to the waiting car, and, as Mum and
Dad were taken off to the crematorium I swear I saw them both, sitting with
us in the car, and I remember Mum wiped a tear from my eye and said, "Your
Uncle Douglas will look after you now, but we will ALWAYS watch over
you. If you need to talk to us, just come down to the boathouse, that is
where we will be!"

Later Ross told me that as we sat in the car, a strange feeling came over
him, and he saw as a tear that was running down my cheek suddenly
disappeared, as if wiped away by a hidden hand! We returned to the farm,
where a number of people gathered and the grown-ups had a drink, while we
kids all crowded together on the sofa. I don't remember too much more about
the day, and must have gone to bed at some stage as I woke the next
morning, in bed with my 4 brothers!



*RAMC = Royal Army Medical Corps, the branch of the British Army who look
after the sick and injured.

** T&AVR= Territorial and Army Volunteer Reserve, part time soldiers in the
British Army.

*** Gib. = slang for Gibraltar an extremely important British Overseas
Territory, home to the British Mediterranean Fleet.