The Time of the Bombs

 This is number six in the What a boy Must Do series. As with all the other stories in this series an adult male and a teenage boy indulge in sexual activity, so if that is not for you, please leave now.

What a Boy Must Do

A series of short stories by Ivor Sukwell.

Number Six

In the Time of the Bombs

 

Grey is for smoke and rubble.

 

"Cor, blimey!" he said in an awed whisper.

"Can't go down there, son," the middle-aged man wearing an `ARP' helmet said, not unkindly.

There was a rope tied across the end of the street and he'd almost walked into it when he turned the corner, looking down at the pavement for something to kick along.

He'd looked up, his eyes first going past the Air Raid Patrolman and what he saw caused that awed whisper. The street he'd turned into was still there, well, most of it, but beyond that all he could see was rubble, a few flames and still rising smoke.

"Blimey!" he said again, "Must `ave been a really big one."

Bombed streets were nothing new in this part of the city, close to a major railway junction and several factories, but usually a bomb just blew away a couple of houses; this one seemed to have taken out more than a couple of streets!

"Edward Street, George Street and Victoria Avenue," the ARP man sucked air between missing teeth, "Ain't there no more. None of them."

"What was it?" he asked, still in awe of the devastation.

"We think it was probably three or four at the same time. Bit of a fluke, really. Must have been lots of planes all close and these just happened to land together. Took out the gas main as well, to make it worse. Don't happen often, thank Gawd."

"Wow," he breathed in awe still, and then began thinking, thinking fast.

"'Ere," the ARP man said, suddenly struck by a worrying thought, "Yer don't live dahn there, do yer?"

"Nah," he shook his head, "Me auntie did, was gonna see `er on me way `ome from school."

"Sorry, son, she won't be there now."

"Nah," he agreed with a good sigh, "Blown ter buggery I should fink."

"Best get on `ome, lad; no point in `anging arahnd (around) `ere."

"Nah," he agreed, and wandered back the way he had come, thinking furiously.

His aunt had lived there, in George Street, and so had he. Lived with her since his mother had copped it when they was a bit slow leaving the factory she worked at, and his old man had copped it as well, in France, right at the start. He weren't that bothered about his aunt, cos he hated the old bitch, always on about sin and stuff, trying to drag him to church and swearing he'd go blind if he didn't stop doing it, though how she knew he did it lots he hadn't got a clue cos she'd never actually caught him at it.

No, the problem now was not to let on to no-one that he hadn't got nowhere to live, cos if they found that out he'd be whisked off to one of them homes for orphans and everyone knew what they were like! Fat chance of being able to do it in one of them, sleeping in a dormitory with loads of other kids. Course, he knew other kids did it as well, some of them anyway. He'd seen Billy Millward's, even copped a feel of it a couple of times, cos Billy didn't mind that an' it had been Billy what had showed him how to do it proper, using his hand to grip it and rub up and down instead of just finger and thumb twiddling away on the skin bit at the end, like what he'd been doing for ages.

He slipped his hand into his trouser pocket as he walked along, and thought of Billy taking over from what he needed to do for a moment. Right hand into his right trouser pocket, cos that was the one with the big hole in it so Billy could get his hand in there when lessons got boring in school and Billy got bored easy. Billy had a big hole in his left pocket cos he sat that side of Billy, an', if he was bein' honest about it, he'd copped a feel of Billy's a lot more than a couple of times, cos he got bored easy an' all.

He had a good feel around, an' cos he never had no underwear on an' all, he could get a good feel of all there was. Pocket billiards was one of his favourite games, though he liked it best when he and Billy was using each other's cues, he sniggered to himself.

He forced his mind away from playing around with Billy and back to how he was gonna survive now his aunt's house had been blown to buggery an' her along with it. Weren't no doubt she was in little bits cos there weren't no proper shelters round `ere. Not like some places what had the tube (he pronounced it `choob' in his mind); only them tin things at the bottom of gardens and everyone knew they weren't no use cos they just got blowed up an all. He'd been in school when the alarm had gone an' they had a great cellar under the main `all, so they was all safe down there, though Billy an' he did `ave to get their `ands out each other's pockets a bit sharpish when it went off.

Eatin' and things weren't gonna be no big problem, he thought. Easy enough to nick bottles of milk off doorsteps in the mornings, an' he could probably nick some stuff from shops, though that wouldn't be easy cos there weren't much in shops what with the rationing and stuff.

Keeping clean, well a bit clean anyway, would be easy an' all, cos they `ad to have showers at school cos that was the only way loads of kids got a decent wash. The water was cold, of course, an' they only gave one towel to five kids, so if you weren't first you `ad ter dry off with a towel that was as wet as you was, but you did get a chance to cop a look at the other kids an' that made it not too bad.

He had a firmer play around as he was thinking that bit. His was nearly as big as some of the older kids, he never `ad that much hair though, cos `is `ad only just started to show, but he was definitely bigger than any of the other kids his age, and he could shoot now an' all, an' Billy knew that cos he'd shot in his `and several times while Billy was doing him. Billy always took his `and out careful like then, so he never got his trousers all wet with it, an' then he licked it off his `and, which he fort  (thought) was horrible, but Billy said it tasted ok an' anyway, it was the best way to get rid of it.

Billy couldn't shoot yet, so he never `ad to do that.

Finding somewhere to sleep might be `ard, but there was loads of kids with no homes, an' all he `ad ter do was find some an' join up with `em. Course, most of `em was in the centre of the city cos that's where the bombing was worse an' the rozzers (police) was too busy with stuff like looting to bother about kids with no homes, so long as they kept out of trouble.

Course, he'd `ave to walk up west, but that weren't no problem cos it were only a couple of miles, an' as long as he never looked lost, no-one'd take any notice of him. An' it were June now, so it wouldn't look wrong `im just wearing his short trousers and a shirt cos even after dark it were still quite warm. An' loads of kids only had one lot of cloves (clothes) anyway.

Weren't even dark when he got up west an' it never been no problem. Yeah, his heart `ad thumped a bit when he saw a rozzer, but they never took no notice of him. He did stop playing pocket billiards though cos he never wanted no-one to see an' tell him orf fer it.

Course, when he got up there he didn't `ave no idea what to do or where to go cos he'd never been up west before, so he just wandered about a bit, `oping to see some kids he could get to know.

Instead of kids he found `imself outside this bloody great big posh building with a bloke in uniform of some sort standing outside, an' he was about to scarper a bit quick like cos blokes in uniform might turn `im in if they thought he was `omeless. But then he saw this `HOTEL' in big gold letters over the door and he fort `ee'd chance his luck.

"Ain't got no leftovers from dinner `ere, has yer?" he dared to ask the bloke.

"Scarper," the bloke said unsympathetically.

"Please, mister," he wheedled, "Me auntie's place got blowed up today an' I gotter walk all the way to me granny's."

"Oh yeah," the bloke said, not even looking at him.

"Really, mister. Not far from the Elephant. Took out free (three) streets it did an' me auntie's was in the middle."

"An' you weren't," the bloke said, not believing him.

"Course not! If I `ad been I wouldn't be `ere, would I. I were in school."

The bloke actually looked at him at last, though his look was more a sneer than a look.

"An' now you going to yer granny's. Where she live then?"

Now that was a problem cos he never knew the names of any places other than where he came from, an' the bloke looked like he'd know everywhere, but he tried to bluff it anyway.

"Sarf (south)" he said.

"An' what's her address? Must know where yer going, mustn't yer."

He didn't an' it were obvious he didn't, but instead of being told to scarper again the bloke seemed to be a bit more interested in him.

"So you got no-where to go?" he stated rather than asked.

"Nah, mister, I ain't," he confessed, though no longer the brash kid he had been a bit earlier. "Yer ain't gonner turn me in, is yer? Please, I don't wanner go in no `ome."

"Any reason why I shouldn't?" the bloke asked, taking a longer look at him an' not sneering this time.

"I could work, mister," he said hopefully, "Sweep up an' stuff. Anything."

"Anything?" the bloke asked.

"Anything," he repeated, "I don't mind what I does."

"That right?" the bloke asked slowly an' when he nodded that it was, the bloke said, "Tell yer what. You comes back here in a couple of hours. There's a couple of gentlemen staying here what might have something you can do fer them. I goes off duty in a couple of hours an' I'll see what I can do."

"How's I gonner find yer if yer orf duty?" he asked.

"I'll wait here from ten to half past. If yer here, then yer here. If yer ain't yer ain't."

Well, he weren't gonner get a better offer, were he, so he nodded that he would and wandered off to find somewhere he could spend a couple of hours an' still keep a look at the time. He needed something like a church clock or somefing an' he was in luck cos there was loads of them an' not too far neever (neither).

He started back as soon as the clocks started chiming ten, he didn't wanner be late cos he was hungry now an' the bloke might find somefing fer him ter eat. He never `ad no problem finding `is way back cos he weren't a stupid kid an' `ad made sure he remembered the streets, well, some of them was bigger than streets, that he'd wandered dahn to that big park where he'd waited till ten.

He'd `ad a few looks from blokes as he lay on a bench, it weren't all that comfortable but it did make playin' pocket billiards easier an' he spent most of the time doing that, though he was careful not to make himself shoot cos he didn't fancy havin' the insides of his trousers all wet and sticky.

There was two blokes at the door when he got back, an' they was both in that fancy uniform, but one of them was the bloke what had told him to come back so he fort (thought) it was probly alright.

That bloke saw him an' pointed at him, waggin' his finger like he was tellin' him to stay where he was, abaht ten yards from them at the door, an' though he couldn't `ear proper what they was sayin' he knew it must be abaht `im cos they kept lookin' at `im as they talked. He sidled a bit closer, cos if they was talkin' abaht `im he wanted to `ear what it was they was sayin'.

"Whose he for, then Fred?" the other bloke asked.

"Not sure. Both the Yank and the Frog's asked me if I could find them something."

"Not the Frog," the other bloke shook his head, "Sorted him this afternoon. Girl about eleven."

"Be the Yank, then," the one called Fred, the one he'd come back to see, said.

"Wanted a boy did he?"

"Yeh, quite specific. Not too young an' not too old, an' not Jewish."

"Wonder why that was," the other bloke snorted an' they both chuckled.

"Reckon he'd fit the bill?"

"Let's have a look at him, then, Fred." And the one called Fred beckoned him to come over to them.

They both looked `im up an' dahn (down) an' the other bloke screwed `is nose up a bit.

"Scruffy little sod, Fred," he sniffed.

"Gotter clean him up a bit, obviously," Fred grinned, "Looks like he'll have it all there though."

"Ginger hair, snub nose an' freckles," the other bloke said, "Definitely not Jewish anyway."

"Course I'm not bloody Jewish," he blurted out, havin' them talkin' abaht `im an' all made `im a bit bold, and more his usual, cheeky self,  he added with a big grin, "An' if yer got a bacon sarnie, I'll prove it to yer."

"Another way of doing that, lad," Fred grinned, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up and presentable."

"Does I get sumfink ter eat?" he asked hopefully as he followed Fred through a side door into the building, "I'm really starvin' now."

"See what I can find," Fred answered, "In here," and he pushed him into a small, but cosy room and lifted a lid from a large platter revealing a heap of rolls. "Mostly cheese I reckon," he said, "Help yourself."

"Ta, mister," he said and crammed one straight into his mouth.

Three more cheese rolls later he followed Fred out of the cosy room, down a narrow, uninviting corridor and into another small room, obviously a bathroom.

"Time to get cleaned up," Fred said briskly, turning on the taps, filling the bath.

"Yer wants me to `ave a bleedin' barf?" he said, incredulity in every word.

"The bloke I have in mind for you will want you clean an' smellin' of bleedin' roses," Fred shrugged, "But, course, it's up to you, init."

"What's up to me?" he weren't at all sure where this was goin'. He'd said he'd sweep up an' things, so why the bloody `ell did he `ave to `ave a barf to do that?

"Get them cloves orf an' get in the bloody barf," Fred was a bit less kind now as well as dropping all pretence at talkin' posh.

"Wiv you standin' there lookin'?" he said. Not that he minded anyone seein', but it weren't wise to be too obvious abaht it. Billy had talked abaht homos but as far as he an' Billy had been able to work out they was only blokes what did what he an' Billy did when they was bored in lessons, so even if this Fred were one it weren't nothin' to bother abaht.

"Said there was anover way of tellin' if you was Jewish, didn't I," Fred grinned, "Nah, get yer cloves orf an' let's `ave a look at yer before yer gets in the barf."

Suddenly the penny dropped in his mind! There was a couple of Jewish kids at school an' cos he noticed fings like that, he'd spotted that their dicks weren't like his an' Billy's, an' well, the rest of the kids an' all. A small grin eased onto his face; this bloke wanted to cop a look at his dick. Well, there weren't nuffin' wrong with that, was there, he copped looks at other kid's dicks whenever he `ad the chance.

Still grinnin' he kicked off his shoes, he never `ad no socks on cos the ones he `ad were more `oles than socks so he never bothered wearin' them, pulled off his shirt, undid the snake clasp on his short trousers an' let them just drop down his skinny legs, holding them down with his feet as he stepped out of them.

"Like what yer see, mister," he asked, cheeky grin right across his face cos the bloke was coppin' a real look, not a crafty glance like what he did in the school showers.

"Yer right abaht not bein' Jewish, then," Fred grinned, "That's good."

"Why? Don't this bloke like Jewish kids?" As far as he knew there weren't no difference between those kids in school and the ovvers (others), well, apart from their dicks looking funny.

"I dunno," Fred shrugged, "All I knows is he wants a proper English kid what ain't `ad the end of his dick chopped orf."

"Mine's all there, fank Gawd," he grinned and gave the skin at the end of it a little twiddle, cheekily wonderin' what the bloke would say when he saw `im doin' that.

"Couldn't do that if it weren't," Fred grinned an' all, "An' yer ain't got a bad one neever (neither)."

Well, it were a fair bit bigger than Billy's when they was both `ard, an' it were bigger than all the kids `is age when everyone was soft like they was in the showers, though sometimes a kid did start to get `ard an' `ad to get out quick. Bigger than some of the older kids what `ad a lot more `air than he did an' all.

"Likes it, dontcher (don't you) he grinned even wider, an' with a burst of generosity, he offered, "Cop a feel if yer wants."

"Don't mind if I do," Fred agreed and reached out a hand, cuppin' `is balls first an' then wrappin' his hand round it so it felt at least as good as Billy doin' it an' it got `ard pretty quick. "Likes that, dontcher, kid," Fred breathed as he moved `is skin up and down slowly.

"Course," he shrugged. "Me auntie kept sayin' I'd go blind if I kept doin' it. But I reckons I can see alright."

"Does it lots, does yer?"

"Loads," he said, not the least bothered abaht the bloke holdin' it cos it felt nice, "An' I does it with Billy loads an' all."

"Billy?"

"Kid I sits next to in school. We got `oles in our pockets so we can do it fer each ovver when we gets the chance."

"Reckon you're gonner do alright," Fred said, "Get in the barf nah `fore it gets cold an' make sures yer washes everywhere, specially yer arse."

That were a bit strange, but he did what he was told, even soapin' up in his crack like what Fred told `im to an' even washin' `is `air like he ain't never washed it before, an' when he was finished Fred threw him a towel, a clean and dry towel, to dry off with an' then he actually brushed `is `air like he was a girl or somefing.

"Wrap that towel rahnd (round) yerself an' foller me close. Don't want no-one seein' yer."

He did as he was told, stickin' close to Fred, down the corridor and into a lift.

"Service lift," Fred explained, "No danger of guests gettin' in."

"What abaht me cloves?" he suddenly asked, "We left `em in that barfroom."

"Don't worry, kid, I'll pick `em up when I goes back up. Even `ave `em washed for yer. Yer won't be needin' `em tonight. Probly not termorrer neever."

"What, yer mean I gonna stay `ere all night?"

"Wiv a dick like what you got an' an arse ter match, I shud fink you'd be `ere fer quite a few nights," Fred told him, not unkindly.

"Yer means this bloke what yer takin' me to's a homo?" he said understandin' at last.

"Spose yer could call `im that," Fred agreed, "All I knows is he's a Yank an' got pots of money. Somefink ter do with the war industry an' the govment wants `im proply looked after. He asked fer a boy bout yer age with a proper dick. Yanks all `as their dicks chopped like Jews does, an' he wants ter try a proper one. An' bugger me, but you got a real proper one," he said with a genuine smile.

"Fanks," he couldn't stop the grin appearin' on `is face cos he was real proud of `is dick, "Spotted yer liked it," he smirked at Fred.

"An' yer liked havin' it felt, an' all," Fred grinned back, "An' gospel truth I wouldn't mind `avin' a proper go at it, but business is business."

"Yer," he agreed, "But why's we goin' dahn?"

"Cos this Yank's a bit bovered abaht the bombs," Fred snorted, "That' why he's `ere instead of at the Yank Embassy. Celler's `ere go dahn fer ages an' they all been done up luxury like fer the posh guests when the warnin's go. This Yank's dahn `ere all the time, `cept when he `as ter go ter some meetin' or uvver, an' he tries ter get most of them `ere. Won't have ter worry abaht getting blowed up `ere, kid, flatten the `otel they could, wouldn't even crack the plaster on the ceilin' dahn `ere."

He followed Fred out from the lift when it stopped, into a dingy corridor lit by bare light bulbs and along a few yards where Fred stopped outside a door that had no marking or number on it. Fred pushed a button and spoke into a small grill, his voice changed back to his working one.

"Hotel service here, Mr. Franklin, sir. The item you requested is here for you."

A buzz and the door opened a fraction, Fred pushing it open wider and ushering `im in behind.

"Is he all I ordered?" a tall and fairly slender middle-aged man asked in what he fort was a strange voice, nuffin' like what he'd heard before.

"Would you care to check, sir?" Fred asked an' before he could stop `im, Fred whisked the towel away leavin' `im standin' there naked fer the bloke ter look at.

An' look he did! His eyes was fixed on `is dick an' he'd swear the bloke licked `is lips.

"Satisfactory sir?" Fred oozed rather than asked an' the Yank bloke nodded.

"Sure, fine," he said in that strange voice. "Does he have a time limit?"

"When you have finished with him, sir," Fred smarmed.

"He's as good as he looks I might hang on to him for a few days," the Yank said, still starin' at his dick, an' that were startin' to stiffen up a bit bein' looked at like that.

"No problem at all, sir," Fred oozed and deftly pocketed the handful of white, five pound notes that were passed in his direction. "Thank you, sir. I do hope he meets all your requirements," an' then he was gone, leavin' `im alone with the Yank who couldn't get `is eyes off `is dick.

Well, there weren't no doubt what he was `ere fer, an' if the Yank wanted ter play wiv `is dick that weren't no bovver ter `im, cos though only Billy `ad done that, well apart from Fred coppin' a feel, he weren't gonner put up no fuss abaht this Yank doin' it cos he liked `avin' it felt an' all. He played wiv it often enuff `imself din't he, an' Billy did an' all, an' it were loads better `avin' it played wiv than doin' it `imself,  an' it din't do no-one any `arm, did it, so course he weren't gonner moan abaht it.

"Guess you know most of the rooms in this hotel," the Yank was sayin' still lookin' at his dick.

"Wot yer on abaht?" he said, "Ain't never not been `ere before."

"Really?" the Yank said, an' fer the first time took `is eyes off `is dick, "How'd the doorman find you so quickly then?"

Well, he didn't have the faintest what the Yank was on abaht, cos the doorman, he sposed that were Fred, `adn't found `im `ad he, an' he told `im that.

"Look," he said, gettin' a bit fed up wiv just standin' there naked, not that he minded bein' naked cos the Yank kept lookin' at `im an' he found he liked that, "I knows yer wants me dick, so yer might as well get on wiv it."

"Lot more than just your dick, boy," the Yank grinned, an', yer, he did bleedin' lick `is lips when he said it.

Well, that caught him aht (out) a bit, din'it. Billy had sneaked a feel of his leg, close up to his dick, a couple a times, but he fort that was just Billy gettin' his aim wrong like, but when Billy `ad started doin' it regular he'd give Billy a look an' Billy sorta blushed an' whispered he `oped he din't mind cos he liked the way `is leg felt. Well, if Billy liked feelin' `is leg that weren't no worry to `im cos he din't mind the way it felt when Billy's `and was feelin' him there, an' it made a sorta change from Billy just feelin' `is dick, an' it still made `im `ard an' all, an' if they `ad loadsa borin' lessons it meant Billy could play arahnd wiv `im all day an' din't `ave ter stop cos he'd made `im shoot.

So if this Yank bloke wanted ter cop a few feels of `is leg, or uvver bits of `im an' all, that weren't no bovver ter `im. He were on a free one `ere, weren't he, gonner sleep in a bed an' all, and probly the Yank bloke'd feed `im an' everything, so what was ter bovver abaht?

He sposed he musta looked surprised an' all, cos the Yank bloke looked at `im sorta funny an' asked if `ee'd done this before.

"Wot," `ee'd asked, "Bin naked, like so's a bloke could cop a feel or two?"

"I had in mind a bit more than a feel or two," the Yank said in that funny voice of `is, "Quite a lot more, in fact."

Well, that din't take too much finkin' abaht, did it, the Yank could cop as many feels as he wanted so long as he saw `im right, cos he knew yer never gave no-one sumfin' for nuffin' did yer. Yer, he let Billy `ave whatever he wanted, but Billy let `im an' all, so that were only fair like, an' anyway, he liked playin' with Billy's dick just like what he liked Billy playin' with `is.

"Yer can `ave as much as yer wants," he shrugged, "Long as yer sees me right."

"See you right?" the Yank asked, obviously not knowin' wot he meant, but then, the bloke was a Yank an' couldn't speak proper, so he `ad ter explain.

"I gets ter sleep in a bed an' gets somefin' ter eat."

"Oh, you'll be sleeping in a bed alright," the Yank grinned, "Though I'm not going to give you any promises about how much sleep you'll get. And as for food, of course you get properly fed, breakfast, lunch and dinner."

Well, couldn't argue wiv that could he! That were more food than he got when he was livin' wiv `is aunt, cos she'd bin a mean cow an' all, an' he'd not bin finkin' he'd be lucky enuff ter find a proper bed anywhere, so if all he `ad ter do fer that were let this Yank bloke mess abaht wiv `im fer a bit, he'd be a right stupid dick if he said no.

The Yank was lookin' at `im a bit funny again though, like he'd said sumfin' wrong.

"You just wanting somewhere to sleep and eat?" he asked.

Well, he just shrugged, din't he, wot else did the bloke fink he wanted.

"You done this before?" the Yank asked him again, though he'd already told `im once, so he told `im again.

"Well," the Yank mused, sorta talkin' out loud ter `imself, "Must say that doorman's excelled himself. Not only found me a boy of the right age, but one with a real nice dick and not bad to look at either. And not only that, but a real, live virgin. How much he paying you, boy?"

"Payin' me?" he asked, not `avin' a clue wot the bloke was on abaht. An' wot was a virgin? "He ain't payin' me nuffin' wot I knows of."

He was gettin' real bored of just standin' there naked an' nuffin' `appening `cept all this talkin' an' he'd even gone soft again now, so he fort he better clear it all up an' tell the bloke everyfin' an' then he might get dahn to playin' wiv `im cos that was why he was `ere, weren't it.

Before he could start though, the Yank told him to follow `im an' they went into the biggest bedroom wiv the biggest bed he'd ever seen, an' the Yank told `im ter get in it an' then he took off the robe thing he was wearin' an' bloody `ell, he never `ad nuffin' else on, an' he `ad the biggest dick wot ee'd ever seen! An' it never `ad no end on it neever, like what them Jewish kids din't, so he sposed the bloke were a Jew as well as a Yank.

Well, that never made no difference to `im, did it, cos he never cared nuffin' abaht that, but he did wonder how the bloke went abaht playin' wiv `imself if he never `ad no end on `is dick to twiddle wiv. Even Billy liked doin' that when he was doin' it fer him, though he din't do it like what he did, an' he liked playin' wiv the end of Billy's an' all, an' Billy liked that an' all, so it were obvious the Yank bloke must feel a bit `ard done by not `avin' that end bit ter mess abaht wiv. Made sense that he wanted a boy like `im what `ad it there proper like, cos it `ad ter be better ter play wiv like that.

Even when the Yank bloke got inter bed wiv `im he never got straight dahn ter playin' wiv it though, but he did pull `im in close like, an' felt `im all over, not just that bit of leg what Billy liked to feel, but the whole lot of him, arse an' all. That, he sposed, was why Fred `ad told `im to make sure `is arse was proper clean cos he musta knowed the Yank'd wanner feel `im there.

Well, course, no-one'd never bin near `is arse, not since he was a baby anyway an' `ad ter `ave `is arse wiped fer `im, an' he was surprised like, that it felt bleedin' nice, an' felt bloody good an' all when the Yank felt `im all over.

Course, he never knew if he were sposed to feel anyfink back, so he kept `is `ands ter `imself while the Yank was feelin' `im, though he did snuggle in a bit close, like, cos it felt bleedin' nice like that.

Stead of gettin' on wiv doin' it fer `im, the Yank wanted ter know all abaht `im so he told `im, din't he. Told `im bleedin' evryfin'. Told `im how he an' Billy did it fer each ovver evry day, an' how Billy liked doin' stuff ter his leg an' all, an' how he found that nice, though bugger knows why, like wot it were nice the way the Yank were feelin' `im now. Told `im abaht `is auntie's place gettin' blowed up an' all, an' how he din't wanner get put in a `ome, so he'd done one up west an' told Fred he'd do sweepin' or anyfin' so's he could get sum food an' fings.

"Got nowhere to go, eh?" the Yank said softly in `is ear, an' at last got rahnd (around) ter feelin' `is dick, an' he was glad abaht that cos it'd bin `ard fer ages what wiv the Yank feelin' `im all over an' squeezin' `is arse. "In that case, if you're any good, kid, I might hang on to you for a while. That okay with you?"

Well, course it were alright wiv `im, weren't it. Stay wiv the Yank fer a bit an' let `im do it fer `im, praps even do it fer the Yank if that's wot he wanted. Yer, it were bloody big, felt bleedin' huge now it were `ard an' pressed against `im cos he were all cuddled up close, but sumfin' in `im said it might be even more fun ter play wiv than Billy's cos it `ad ter be at least four times the size of what Billy's was.

"I'm a good kid," he told the Yank, "Ain't never got in no trouble or nuffin'." Well, apart from wiv `is aunt an' that were mostly her goin' on abaht `im makin' `imself go blind.

"Guess we'll soon find out," the Yank said an' then he kissed `im on the neck!

Well, that were a bleedin' shock, weren't it, gettin' kissed on the neck by a bloke. An' it weren't no little kiss neever, went on fer bleedin' ages but the Yank were strokin' his dick up an' dahn while he did it so he never said nuffin'.

Weren't nuffin' like wot `appened next, though, cos when the Yank stopped kissin' `is neck, he went dahn under the bedcloves an', believe it or not, he put `is dick in `is marf! (mouth). Yer, fer real! Took it all bleedin' in `is marf an' started suckin' on it! Well, `ee'd never heard nuffin' abaht anyfin' like that `appenin', even Billy never said nuffin' abaht that, an' it were Billy wot had suggested that they should do it fer each ovver an' started feelin' abaht wiv `is leg an' all, so Billy must know all abaht evryfin' like that.

He weren't gonner stop the Yank though, cos wot he was doin' felt bleedin' amazin', an' he almost shot straight away when the bloke sorta stuck `is tongue inside the skin at the end of `is dick. Billy `ad peeled `im back a bit now an' again, when they was doin it fer each other, an' that had felt bloody good an' all when he sorter brushed the bit what was usually covered with skin, but nuffin' like wot it were when the Yank did it wiv `is tongue!

He was gonner warn the Yank he'd shoot soon if he kept doin' that, but the Yank stopped an' then, bleedin' `ell, he started lickin' `is balls and takin' them in `is marf an' all! An' when he started sorter strokin' `is legs when he were doin' that....well, he never knew nuffin' could feel that nice!

Then the bloke stopped doin' that an' swallowed `is dick again, an' this time he played wiv `is balls while he were suckin' on `im and feelin' `is dick right down at the bottom, sorter easin' the skin up an' dahn till he'd peeled all the skin back wiv `is lips an' then sorter flicked `is tongue all rahnd the peeled bit an' he yelled that he were gonner shoot if he din't stop, but the Yank never stopped, so he shot in the bloke's marf an fort the bloke'd be well angry, but he weren't. He made sorter noises that seemed ter show he liked that, an' when he came back up from under the bedcloves he were grinnin' like mad.

Course, Billy had licked his spunk orf `is `and when he made `im shoot in `is trousers an' said it were alright, but this bloke had just `ad a whole load in `is bleedin' marf an' seemed to like it! An' he muster swallered it an' all cos he never spat it aht nowhere.

"Nice," the Yank said softly, "Very nice indeed. Nice dick, nice spunk."

Well, that were alright then, but now the Yank had made `im shoot he sposed that were it, but it weren't.

He got cuddled again an' felt all over, then the Yank said ee'd better let `im recover a bit, an' that were fair enough cos he felt a bit wobbly all over, much more than he did when Billy made `im shoot, an' the Yank found a packet of fags an' gave `im one an' lit both `is an' `is own.

He never `ad a chance ter `ave a fag much, so that were a real treat, an' he started ter fink the Yank were not a bad bloke even if he were scared stiff of bombs and fings.

"Liked that, did you, kid?" the Yank asked `im when they was sittin' up in the bed smokin' their fags wiv the Yank's arm rahnd his shoulder, an' that felt nice an' all.

"Too bleedin' right!" he said fervently, an' took a drag on `is fag.

"Better than Billy?" the Yank asked with a smile.

"Billy ain't never done nuffin' like that, only ever `ad `is `and in me pocket. Does lick me spunk orf `is `and if he makes me shoot, though, Says it don't taste bad."

"Tastes real good, kid," the Yank licked his lips, "Real good."

Well, that were alright then, he ain't done nuffin' wrong by shootin' in the Yank's marf.

"So you never been sucked before?"

"Nah, never," he confessed, "Liked it though, an' be `appy fer it ter `appen again." He fort he better say that bit cos he never wanted the Yank chuckin' `im aht yet.

"Don't worry, kid," the Yank chortled, "It'll happen again. You have a real nice dick for sucking."

"Fanks mister," he said, an' asked if the Yank had sucked many boys' dicks.

"Quite a lot, yes," the Yank said, strokin' `is shoulder, "I guess you could say I'm rather fond of boys. Yours is the first uncircumcised one I've had the pleasure of enjoying, though, and I have to say I found it very pleasant indeed."

"Fanks, mister," he said again, an' cos he was the sorter boy what always said wot he were finkin', he asked, "You a homo, then?"

The Yank laughed, a big chortle wot showed he weren't angry at wot he'd said.

"Guess by `homo' you mean what we call a fag," he said.

"Yer smokes fags," he answered an' held up the one he were smokin', "This is a fag."

"You guys talk really funny," the Yank smiled, "Takes a bit of getting used to."

Well, that were a nerve weren't it! The Yank were the one that spoke funny, not `im! He spoke proper English, like wot everyone else did. Well `cept for the posh blokes of course wot was all lah di dah, but they kept to themselves.

"And, yes, I guess you could call me a homo if you want, but I just like boys, not men."

"Well that's alright," he felt bold enuff ter grin, "Cos I'm a boy."

"Indeed you are," he stubbed out `is fag an' put `is `and back where it felt nice again. "And a very attractive boy in my opinion."

"Yer likes me dick, anyway," he grinned cos he was bein' felt again there.

"Sure do."

"Likes it that yer likes it," he offered.

"Thanks, kid, nice to know," an' then he bleedin' kissed `im again din't he, an' not on the bleedin' neck this time but right on the bleedin' lips!

Well, din't know wot ter do then, did he! The bloke were sorter movin' `is lips on `is an' it sorter felt like he were tryin' ter get `im ter open his marf like, so he did, cos he wanted ter keep the bloke `appy, an' soon as he did the Yank stuck `is tongue in his marf!

Wot the bloody `ell were that all abaht? But the strange fing were that it felt like nuffin' he could fink of, `cept that it went all through `im an' `is dick shot up rock `ard again. The bloke was twistin' `is tongue arahnd in `is marf, so he sorter tried ter copy it an' the more he did the more the Yank seemed ter get inter it an' he were squeezin' his dick an' balls like mad.

"Never been kissed before, eh?" the Yank grinned when they `ad ter stop fer air.

"Nah," he admitted, then after a second or two of thinking, added, a cheeky smile all across `is face, "Bleedin' liked it though."

"Good," the Yank smiled at `im, "Because I really like kissing boys."

Well, this were really somefin' weren't it! A bloke wot liked boys, liked their dicks, liked suckin' their dicks an' swallerin' their spunk an' kissin' them an all. Wot else were he gonner want ter do? Well, wotever it were, it'd be alright wiv `im cos he wanted ter sleep in a bed an' get sum food three times a day! He weren't goin' in no `ome an' that were that!

"Kissing boys in all sorts of places," the Yank told `im, an' then, when `is fag were finished an' all, an' he'd made it last cos he never knew when he'd get anuvver one, he got pulled up so he were kneelin' over the bloke, an' after his `is dick ,ad been given a quick suck he got turned rahnd so `is arse were in the Yank's face, an' a push in the back made him sorter bend so `is arse was up in the air an' all.

Wot the bloody `ell nah? he fort, an' fort that again when the Yank prised his arse cheeks apart an' then he sorter squeaked, yelled an' gasped all at the same time cos the Yank were bleedin' kissin' him there an' all!

Not on `is arse cheeks like, but right in there an' he never knew wot he were sposed ter do cos, course he never knew no-one did fings like that!

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh ssssssshhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttt," he squealed when the Yank's tongue went right over `is arse `ole. It were shock at first but the next squeal was somfin' diffrent cos the bloke's tongue weren't lickin' him there no more, it were pokin' at the shit `ole an' tryin' ter get inside!

It did `an all, poked its way in there an' he were gaspin' an' pantin' cos it felt like nuffin' imaginable, `ad ter be `undred times more than even `avin' his dick sucked!

Went on fer ages, the bloke pokin' wiv `is tongue and sorter suckin' an' all, an' his dick was like rock now, an' it were a real relief when the Yank reached arahnd `im fer it an' started doin' it fer `im at the same time as he were stickin' `is tongue up inside `is `ole.

Never made `im shoot though cos, just abaht when he fort he couldn't take no more of `avin' his arse `ole seen to, the bloke stopped, turned him rahnd again and bleedin' wanted ter kiss `is marf again.

Well, the bloke's marf `ad just been at `is arse, an' `is tongue right up in there, an' he should `ave been disgusted at wot he wanted ter do now, but he was past givin' a bugger an' opened his marf straight away fer the Yank's tongue.

Then the Yank went back under the bedcloves an' started suckin' `im again, but this time there were somfin' more. `Is arse cheeks got a coupler squeezes, then he felt a finger go inside his arse crack an' start pushin' at `is `ole.

Well, he were all wet there from the bloke's marf an' tongue, weren't he, an' it only took a bit ov pushin' before he got `is finger inside an' he did squeal a bit then cos that bleedin' `urt, but probly more from shock than anyfin' else cos he soon forgot the `urt cos magic fings were `appenin' inside `im.

Squealed again when anover finger went in an' all, an' that did `urt cos his arse weren't used to that sorter fing, but the `urt soon sorter went away cos the bloke's fingers `ad found somefin' inside him what made `im even `arder than he already were, an' sent bolts of shock all through `im, right dahn ter `is toes.

An' then he were shootin' again, an' he'd never shot nuffin' like what he were shootin' now, cos it never seemed ter stop. Felt like all ov `is balls was squirtin' up an' out `is dick, an' `is arse `ole were clenched real tight rahnd the Yank's fingers what was still up inside `im.

"Bloody buggers!" he croaked when it were over an' the Yank had taken `is fingers out `is bum 'ole.

"Enjoy that, kid?" the Yank smiled at `im, an' it were a nice sorter smile, like the bloke were tellin' `im `ee'd done somefin good.

"Dunno," an' it took a bit `fore `ee said that, cos `ee really din't know. Yer, when the bloke's fingers was up inside `is bum yer, it were alright, like, well praps a bit more than just alright if `ee were `onest abaht it, but it `ad bleedin' `urt a bit when he was puttin' them up there. An' then, when `ee shot, well, `ee fort all `is insides was shootin' aht, an' that'd felt, well, `ee din't know `ow it felt really.

"Why yer stick yer fingers up me bum?" `ee asked, curious as always.

Well, the Yank looked at `im like `ee'd come from the bleedin' moon or somefin.

"You really are a virgin, aren't you," the Yank sounded like what `ee was surprised an' all, "Guess I thought you were a bit tight, but you don't have a clue, do you."

"Clue abaht wot?" `ee said, a bit put aht cos `ee never liked bein' fort of as stupid. "An' wot's one of them virgins?"

Well, the Yank just laughed, not a nasty laugh like, but like `ee'd said somefin funny.

"A virgin, son, is someone who has never been fucked, and you sure have never been fucked."

"Don't fink so," he agreed an' that made the Yank laugh again.

"Believe me, son," he said when he stopped chortlin' at `im, "You'd sure know if you had been."

"Wot's fucked?" he were forced to ask, knowin' that he were showin' he were stupid. `Ee'd `eard older kids at school usin' that word but he never knew what it meant, just that it were one of them words yer won't sposed to know abaht or use. An' that were twice the Yank `ad called `im `son' an' not in a nasty way neever.

"That doorman sure knows his business," the Yank were sayin' "Not only finds me a perfect specimen of local boyhood with everything in place, and a virgin to boot, but finds me one who's as innocent as an angel."

"I ain't no bleedin' angel," `ee protested.

"No," the Yank agreed, "I guess angels are not as keen on having their dicks sucked as you are, but, boy, are you an innocent. Don't worry about it, though. Kinda makes sucking that lovely dick of yours even more fun."

"Yer, well," `is cheeky grin back for a moment, "I likes that an' all."

"Just as well," an' the Yank give `im anovver fag , "Because that's something that's gonna happen quite a lot."

"Much as yer wants," `ee offered, "I ain't gonner stop yer, am I. But wot's `fuckin'?"

"Where you think babies come from?" the Yank asked as `ee lit their fags.

"Dunno, really," `ee confessed, "I mean, I knows women `as them an' all after a bloke's shot `is spunk in `er."

"And that, my pretty little, ginger haired innocent, is what's known as `fucking'"

"Oh," `ee nodded like he understood, then asked, "But I ain't no woman so's `ow could I get fucked?"

"By someone sticking his dick up that tight little hole of yours."

`Ee looked at the Yank, marf open in shock, even forgettin' `is fag fer a minite. A cog or two clicked in `is brain an' `ee fort of somefin `ee'd `eard in school.

"That wot `bummin' is?" Billy `ad said `ee fort homos bummed boys but `ee never knewed wot bummin' achooly (actually) were.

"That what you guys call it here?" the Yank grinned, "Good a word as any, I guess."

"So why yer stick yer fingers up me bum an' not yer dick?"

"Because, my ginger angel, your ass is far too tight to take my dick. Sure need to loosen it up a bit before I can get it in there." The Yank's grin were well wide nah as he watched the flashing changes of expression on `is face.

`Ee lifted the bedcloves an' copped a look at the bloke's dick. It weren't `ard, but it weren't soft eever an' it were way the biggest dick wot `ee'd ever seed.

Feelin' well bold, cos the bloke `adn't told `im to, `ee grabbed it wiv `is spare `and an' it started to `arden up straight away. Felt bleedin' good in `is `and cos it were well bigger than Billy's, though he didn't fink it got as `ard as wot Billy's did, cos when Billy got real `ard it lay flat aginst his stomach an' he `ad ter pull it dahn ter play wiv it proper. The Yank's dick fell back aginst `is stomach when he let go of it, but `ee din't have to force it up agin when he held it agin cos it moved easy, not like Billy's wot wanted ter stay there.

`An nah it were proper `ard, though still not as `ard as Billy's, it were bleedin' `uge! `Ad to be, wot, free, four times longer than Billy's, `an `ee couldn't even get `is `and rahnd it proper it were so bleedin' fat!

"Ain't never gonner get that in me," `ee declared.

"Believe me, son, I surely will," the Yank told `im an' put `is arm rahnd `is shoulder agin. "Come across a lot of boys and not found one yet I couldn't get inside."

"Bleedin' split me in `arf (half)," `ee protested.

"We don't want that," the Yank agreed, "So for now we'll make do with fingers and when you're stretched a bit then it'll be time to show you all about fucking."

An' `ee did an' all. Free (three) days ov pokin' `is tongue in `is bum, an' `ee got to really like that, an' stickin' `is fingers up there when `ee sucked `im, an' that were lots an' lots, cos this bloke liked suckin' im as much as Billy liked playin' wiv `im, an' `ee had no moans abaht that cos `ee really liked shootin' in the bloke's marf, an' it weren't long fore `ee `ad all `is bleedin' fingers up there an' it `ardly `urt at all when `ee did it.

Course, `ee did it fer the bloke an' all. Well, not `is fingers up the bloke's bum cos he din't want that, but `ee sucked `im lots an' fahnd (found) he achully liked it when the bloke shot in `is marf an' all, an' he realised why Billy `ad liked lickin' `is spunk orf `is `and an' all, cos it tasted well good.

An' when he got fucked, well, wot could `ee say? Yer, it did `urt at the start, `urt somefin bad, cos even though `ee was a bit used ter the Yanks fingers an' all, `is dick were a lot longer than them an' it went in furver. But wen `ee got used ter it, it were bleedin' magic!

It were well odd, cos after the first cuppler times, wen it never `urt no more wen it went in, `ee cud feel all the little ridges an' fings on it an' the big ridge bit where the fat top bit ended wot were all `ard, `ee sposed cos the skin `ad bin cut orf there. But wotever it were, `ee really felt that bit movin' in `im, an' wen that `ard ridge bit went over wotever it were inside `im that made `im shoot so `ard wen it were touched lots, 'ee felt tingles all over `is body.

`Ee'd bin there gawd knows `ow many days an' the Yank never seemed ter get bored wiv fuckin' `im an' suckin' `im an' kissin' `im, an' `ee'd bin good as `is word an' all, cos `ee slept in a bed evry night. Course, the Yank were in it an' all, but `ee weren't moanin' abaht that, cos that's wen `ee got sucked an' fucked an' kissed weren't it, an' `ee din't wanner miss aht on that, did `ee!

`Ee got fed proper an' all. Breakfast in bed evry mornin', an' the boy wot brought it dahn never turned a `air wen `ee saw them in bed togevver, though `ee did slip `im a wink cuppler times like `ee was sayin' `lucky bugger'. An' `ee were a lucky bugger, cos though a boy gotter do wotever it takes if he gonner survive wen `is `ouse `as bin blown ter buggery, wot `ee were doin' were nuffin' short ov bleedin' marvellous.

Course, it were quite funny wen the hotel blokes brought their lunch an' dinner dahn, cos they never went up where there might be bombs fallin', cos `ee never `ad no cloves, did `ee, an' the blokes tried `ard ter cop a look at his dick wen they was puttin' aht the food. `Ee even let `em cop a look a cuppler times when the Yank never noticed an' they gave him big grins like.

There was a cuppler times wen the Yank `ad a meetin' or somefin, an' `ee `ad ter stay in the bedroom while it were `appening, but that were alright cos `ee just stayed in bed an' played wiv `imself an' fort of Billy who'd `ave been really jealous ov wot he were doin' cos `ee knewed Billy wooder (would have) loved ter get fucked.

"Guess I'm about wrapped up here," the Yank told `im one night after they'd fucked, "Time to get back to the good old U.S. of A."

`Ee guessed the Yank meant `ee were goin' back ter Yankland, wherever that were, an' `is good times `ad come ter an end.

"Let me think," the Yank said, a sorter little smile on `is chops, "How old are you?"

"Firteen," he said, cos that's wot `ee were.

"Thirteen," the Yank mused, that smile still on `is chops, "Guess that means that with care, and a little shaving in the right places, you'd be good for fucking for at least another three years."

"Wot yer on abaht?" `ee asked, cos `ee `adn't gotter clue; wot needed shavin'?

"What would you say if I said I'd be happy to take you with me? Authorities not gonna put up any objections to me taking an orphan boy off their hands, even if they know I'm fucking him on a very regular basis."

"Wot's that gotter do wiv them?" he asked.

"Only that it is one hundred percent totally and utterly illegal, and I could go to prison for it for a very long time."

"Prison? Just fer fuckin' me? Wot, wen I likes bein' fucked an' all."

"Don't matter holy shit if you like it or not. Against the law here, and in the States as well."

"Bleedin' stupid," `ee said, "What's it gotta do wiv no-one if a boy likes gettin' fucked an' a bloke likes fuckin' `im?"

"Maybe so, but that's the way it is."

"But everyone `ere knows yer fuckin' me. The blokes wot brings the food an' does the cleanin' an' stuff's all seen me bollock naked. A' yer said yerself that Fred got me fer yer ter fuck in the first place."

"And none of them would have said a word to anyone, I've paid them enough to make sure of that. And even if they did, some very important people in very high places would make sure nothing ever came of it. I'm far too valuable to them."

"Wot abaht Yankland?" `ee asked, "Yer that important there an' all?"

"How do you think I've managed to fuck as many boys as I have? Important and very, very wealthy."

"Bugger me," he breathed cos `ee never `ad no idea abaht any ov that.

"Frequently," the Yank grinned and found he had to explain the meaning of `buggery'.

"So you's tellin' me that it don't matter a shit what the Law says, even if it says bloody daft things like you ain't sposed to fuck me when we wants to fuck, it don't mean bugger all if you's got loads of money?"

"You got that right, kid," the Yank said, "Money is what counts, and boy, do I have money."

"Yer must be able ter get boys easy in Yankland, then," `ee said, "Wot yer wanna take me there for?"

"Sure, I can get boys easy enough," the Yank grinned, "But had to come to England to get one that's all complete," he reached out a hand and twiddled `is foreskin just like wot he liked `avin' it twiddled. "So, you little, ginger angel, you choose. Say five hundred of your pounds and you stay here, or you come with me and get buggered at least twice a day."

Well, five `undred pahnds were more money than wot he cud even fink ov, an' `ow would an orphan boy ov firteen be able ter `ang on ter it, let alone spend it?

"I likes bein' fucked," `ee said.

"The condition is that you stay as smooth as you are now. Sixteen is older than I usually like but I reckon you'll still be a good fuck then."

"Can't `elp it if `air grows on me legs," he pouted. `Ee'd seen that on a few of the older boys in school, so it might `appen ter `im an' all.

"There are ways of making sure it doesn't," the Yank said, "Women do it all the time."

"I ain't no woman," `ee pointed aht, "But I does really likes bein' fucked. An'," he risked saying, "I likes yer an' all."

"Shaved legs?"

"Yer. Shave evrywhere if yer wants." Well, if the bloke wanted `im smoove, `ee cud `ave `im smoove, nuffin' wrong wiv that were there.

"I wants," the Yank grinned, tryin' ter speak proper,  "So, yer little bugger, yer gonna come ter, what yer call it, Yankland, wiv me?" But though he got the words right, the way `ee said them were all wrong.

"Yer," `ee grinned `is best grin, cos a boy's gotter live, ain't `ee, an' livin' with this bloke an' gettin' fucked lots were fine by `im.

"I guess I could find a few boys for you to fuck as well, if that's of any interest to you," the Yank offered by way of a deal-sealing bribe.

"Too bleedin' right!" `ee enthused, the thought of fuckin' boys, even ones wot had the end of their pricks chopped off, making him go hard very quickly.

An' bein' the street-wise kid wot `ee were, `ee said, "An' wen yer reckons I'm too old fer yer to fancy fuckin' anymore, I bets you'd fancy watchin' me fuck `em an' all."

The Yank gave a big smile,

"You're my kind of boy, kid," he said, "My kind of boy."

 

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