Date: Wed, 04 Sep 2002 17:06:57 +0000 From: Jo Vincent Subject: Aladdin's Awakening: Part 3 Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws of your country or district please desist. If you are a bigot or prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to yourself. Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome. This is a very long tale. It unfolds over a good number of years. What is true, is true: what is not is otherwise. If you have trouble with the English educational system let me know. A dramatis personae will follow after a few installments - there are a lot of characters! ALADDIN'S AWAKENING By Joel Chapter 4 Wednesday 15th September Nothing much happened first thing on Wednesday except that when I saw Tony in class he grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign. I did the same back as I'd been really ready for another one when I got into bed and I suppose he must have felt the same. I looked round the class and wondered who was doing it. I supposed all the boys older than me were, including Benno, and that only left young Nobbo. I would have a good look in the showers after gym this morning and again tomorrow after games to see what the others had got. I suppose I was day-dreaming a bit because the next thing I knew was Huggy roaring my name as I hadn't answered as he called the register. "Asleep, Jacko my boy, too tired to answer! I suppose you were late to bed last night after wearying yourself with your homework?" I felt myself beginning to blush as I'd been wearying myself with something other than homework in bed - luckily he was distracted by Cleggy messing about in front of me and so attended to his misdemeanours. Matthew dug me in the ribs. "Hey, you were lucky there, Jacko, Huggy's on the warpath! Anyway, my mum says she'll write a letter to your mum. Can I bring it round tomorrow?" I nodded, "Yep, come round, you might get some tea, we'll be hungry after games." His face fell, "Vansittart grabbed me last night as I was going out and said he wanted a good game from me on Saturday and he would be watching me on Thursday. In fact, he mentioned you and Alan Foster as well because he's putting you and him down as touch judges because he says you two would be the most reliable." Why Vansittart thought I would be reliable I don't know, unless he thought getting me to do that would put him in Dad's good books and he would get invited to supper again. I suppose I'd better look at the notice board at break. I went down to the lobby at break and peered at the notices. Sure enough I was there as one of the touch judges. There were two matches against the Catholics, our year and a combined fifth and sixth years because quite a few of the older lads were having County trials. There were seven of our class actually in the team, Tim Parker, Dave Morgan, as well as Matt, Cleggy, Roo, Jim Masters and Vince, the rest were all big thugs from 4S. While I was looking at the lists Tony came along with Cleggy. "I hope you'll be coming to watch," I said to him. "`Cause I will, I'll come especially to cheer you on, and boo Cleggy when he falls over." George gave him a playful punch, "You'd better come, if I'm running around being chased by that lot I'll need some cheering on." "Poor old Matt is quite worried because he'll be in the thick of it as scrum-half," I said, "You'd better boot the daylights out of them to begin with." "Not very sporting to talk like that," said Tony, "but you'll have to do something because they'll have prayers beforehand." "Get on with yer," said Cleggy. "It's true, you ask Ginger." "I don't believe you." "'Cause they do and they'll have to do penance if they lose. Vince told us at camp they have to do penance for all sorts of things, didn't he?" He looked at Cleggy and grinned. "And, that as well,".. he looked at me.."I'll tell you sometime." With that the bell went and he turned and rushed into the changing rooms. I followed with Cleggy. "I hear you had a good time at camp." "What did you hear?" "Nothing much, yet!" "Don't believe half he says." "He hasn't said anything yet." We parted inside the door and I went along to get changed as he sped into the bogs. Gym was the usual hurly-burly and Rabbity Pearce, who took us, lived up to his name keeping up a stream of instructions and exhortations while he hopped around and we jumped, hung from bars, balanced and Lord knows what without much pause for breath. At least he always stopped ten minutes early and insisted we all had a shower. Everyone was too shagged out to horse around and spent a good deal of time under the hot, muscle relaxing water. This gave me a good opportunity to have a good look around. I shared a shower with Matt who had a real dangly cock and a mass of black hair round it. As he held his arms up under the shower I saw that Tony was right, he had quite a crop of hair under his arms. After I'd finished and still dripping wet, I wandered along the showers and noticed that quite a few of the older ones, like Jim Masters and Danny Ross and Tim Parker had fair amounts of hair and Ted Carter had quite furry legs. Peter Fry was just drying himself as I picked up my towel and stood next to him and while drying myself had good peek at him. He was very blond and plump and the hair at the base of his prick was also very fair and very tightly curled and his prick didn't seem very big 'cos it just peeped out. Just as I was putting my underpants on Cleggy came along flicking his towel at unwary washers. Although he was very mouthy and I had heard him comment in the past about size of pricks his wasn't all that large either. Admittedly he had quite a bush of dark brown hair but only a rather thickly skinned snail's head drooped out of it. "Come on, Jacko, where's that friend of yours Tony. He's got my towel and I had to pinch this off young Benjamin who's shivering in the nuddy back there because he's cold and wet." "He can have mine." I walked along the row and found Benno, still under the shower. "Cleggy's got your towel, here, use mine it's not too wet." He took it, "Ta, I wondered where mine had gone, I could kick that Clegg in the goolies." I looked at him, he didn't have much hair at all but his goolies were quite low slung even though his prick was still very boyish. "You'd better watch it," I said, "he might just come and do the same to you." He laughed and as he dried his hair his balls swung too and fro just like Alun's. Christ, I thought if I watch much more I'll get a hard-on, at least I had underpants on. At that moment Tony and Vince come round the corner from the back row of showers. They were both laughing at something Tony was saying and he was running his fingers down Vince's back. Vince was bending back a bit to ward him off and I had a good view of his equipment. He was ginger all over. His prick hair matched his head hair and his legs were covered in a fine reddish down, even his skinny cock had a very pink skin. "Get off, you twat!" he said to Tony, "I've come out in goose-pimples now." I couldn't see any goose-pimples but his shoulders and chest were covered in freckles. He hopped to get out of the way of Tony and flicked down with his towel towards Tony's bollocks. Tony leapt away from the towel's end just as Roo also appeared from the other showers with Dave Morgan. Both Roo and Davy had black hair out of which quite thick but short pricks hung. Dave's had a naked knob which had fascinated me when I first saw it. We had come across circumcision in Scripture sometime in our first year and there had been much discussion after PT the next day when Dave, and John Wills the other skinless one, had been looked at with much interest by the rest of us. Cleggy always referred to them as Roundheads while we were the Cavaliers. In leaping back Tony bumped into Roo who was half turned talking to Dave. "Watch it you great lump," said Roo, jumping away, "I might have known it was you!" He cut down with his open hand and slashed at Tony's bare arse catching him a real stinger. "Ouch, that hurt, you pillock," cried Tony, "I'll have your bollocks for that!" He grabbed down at Roo who backed off very quickly just as Rabbity Pearce appeared at the door and blew his whistle. "Come on, now, let's be having you dressed and outside in one minute sharp!" He obviously hadn't seen or chose to ignore the slight fracas within. I got dressed hurriedly being well satisfied with my observations. Although I had very little hair at least my cock wasn't the smallest even though all the rest except for Nobbo were older than me. I would need to do a bit more checking after Rugger tomorrow because I hadn't seen Nobbo and a couple of the others in our lot and there would be all of 4S as well to swell the ranks. After school I was waiting by the bike sheds when Tony came bustling up whistling tunelessly. "You seem happy," I said, "What's happened, I thought you would be complaining of a sore bum after Roo smacked you one?" He laughed, "Cleggy and the others have been grabbed by Van for extra practice tonight and Roo got bawled out for getting changed too slowly. I'd tied the arms of his rugger shirt in half a dozen knots earlier to get my own back! Van went into the changing room just as he was swearing something terrible about it and Van told him he was a foul- mouthed little boy and made him do twenty press-ups!" "You'd better watch it, Tony, he'll have your guts for garters if he guesses you did it." "No, he thinks Cleggy did it `cause when I just came out he was chasing him onto the field." "You'll get both of them after you, so you'd better lie low tomorrow." We got on our bikes and began the ride back to our homes. After a few yards Tony looked across at me. "Well...., did you?" "Yep!" "I thought so, so did I." I grinned at him, "Did you mark it off in you diary?" "Of course,... first thing this morning so I wouldn't forget." "When are you going to tell me about your adventures at camp?" I asked. "Oh, as soon as I have time but it can't be tonight as we've got a special meeting at Scouts and tomorrow I've got to granny-watch because Ma and Pa are going out somewhere. It'll have to be the weekend." I nodded. I obviously would have to wait to be enlightened further. I suppose my curiosity could be contained a little longer. When we got to his road he just cycled off shouting out he would see me tomorrow at school. That night in bed I reviewed my observations and, not unnaturally, found myself wondering how big those various pricks I'd seen today were when they were stiff. My prick was very stiff and didn't need much encouragement to shoot its load after all that. * Next day went smoothly enough, I sat next to Matt again and he said he had a letter for my mother. I told him she was expecting it and he should bring it round after school and give it to her. History and Geography occupied the morning and games wasn't too bad in the afternoon because most of the time was spent by Rabbity and Vansittart coaching the ones playing on Saturday. The rest of us were used as cannon fodder for scrums or for tackles or for passing while the others tore up and down the field. Afterwards in the showers I was able to continue my comparative investigations. I deliberately followed young Nobbo and sat next to him while we unlaced our boots. I pretended I had an awkward knot so I was watching as he stripped off his shorts. Christ, he might be the smallest and youngest but he had a fine bush of dark brown hair and a long skinny prick. I'd never noticed it before but it was quite a length. His balls were small and didn't seem to hang at all but were tight up under his cock. I slipped off my shirt and shorts and compared our legs, his were definitely much hairier than mine, in fact his were positively covered with a golden fur. Oh, shit, I thought, he's way ahead of me. I looked round as I still had to check on the three Johns and also have a look at the 4S thugs. I wandered across and queued up behind John Reed who was waiting for another of the Johns, roundhead Wills, to finish under the shower. The water sluicing down him had plastered his hair down so his stubby red-knobbed cock stood out - he's got a bit of a hard-on I thought - and I was right `cos he suddenly got out of the cubicle and rushed to pick up his towel. Bully for you, laddo, I thought, I bet I know what you'll be doing as soon as you get home before you have your tea. I shoved Reedy in the back. "Let's get in quick, we can share it today." "Ok!" he said, "have you got any soap?" "Yep," I passed him my bar and he rubbed it quickly over his wet shoulders. "Thanks, here you are," he said passing me the soap. I caught it but dropped it purposely and in trying to pick it up had a very close look at Reedy's cock and balls. I was very gratified to note that he and I were about equal in appearance, but then he was only a couple of months older than me. I had a quick shower and said I wanted to find Tony so got my towel and padded around drying myself. Most of the others by this time were also drying themselves. I spotted Johnny Pearson, the last of our class to be compared. He was just a few days younger than Reedy and had even less hair than me. Not only that but his cock hadn't grown much at all it was just a little pencil. But he was rather tall and very thin - much taller than me, or Tony, who came up at that moment hotly pursued by the Foster twins from 4S and Cleggy and Roo. The twins were also tall and gangling like Pearson but neither of them had much hair and their cocks were quite small. "Jacko, tell this lot I cycled home with you last night so I couldn't have tied Roo's shirt up in knots!" "Yes, you certainly did cycle home with me and I didn't see you tie Roo's shirt up in knots!" Cleggy grabbed at Tony, "You little sod, you did do it, and I got the fucking blame. Here Roo, give me a hand!" The pair of them manhandled a loudly protesting Tony and pushed him under the shower while one of the Fosters turned the cold tap on. "Ooh, it's fucking cold, let me get out!" - but as he tried to escape they kept pushing him back under the icy jet of water - "I'll catch fucking pneumonia under this!" The other Foster came creeping up with a bucket and chucked a gallon or so of cold water straight at his goolies. Tony danced up and down shouting for them to let him out. Of course this drew quite a crowd who stood and had a good laugh and gave me the opportunity of inspecting a good few of 4S. Thugs was the right term - most were a good bit older than me and showed it with a few quite luxuriant sproutings round thickish and one or two quite lengthy cocks. "Cave! cave!" bellowed someone and the crowd melted to continue drying themselves leaving Tony standing alone under the pouring cold water as Vansittart came round the corner of the showers. "Ah, Marcham," he said in a loud voice, "I see you are taking Baden-Powell's advice literally. I hope it cures you of any affliction you may have!" With that he turned and walked out. Tony reached up and turned off the tap and came out shivering. "I'll have those buggers," he grunted. The crowd began to come back in various stages of undress. "That'll do you good," chortled Cleggy, "Good, wholesome cold shower, you heard what Van said - be a good Boy Scout!" I was rather puzzled over this as I was not a Boy Scout having managed to ignore my mother's suggestions when I was younger that it would be a good idea if I joined the Cubs. I did this mainly because one of the larger more bullying boys at junior school was an ardent member and I didn't want any more contact with him than necessary. I suppose I was missing out on something, but if it kept the others happy who was I to complain. I was obviously lacking some general knowledge which they had and I didn't. I must ask Tony another time when he would be in a better mood than at present. He certainly was spitting fire - at least a shivering sort of fire. I threw him my towel. "Serve you right," I said, "Inconveniencing your best friend like that." "Fuck off, you're as bad as the rest of them - can't see a bloody joke." "Now, now, keep your hair on. Don't sulk." Most of the others had drifted off to finish dressing and so did I. Tony gathered up his clothes and put them down next to mine. "I'll get those bloody Fosters - I'll think of something." I told him to give over moaning and that he was lucky not to be involved in Saturday's shenanigans. At least he didn't have to be pulverised like Matt and the others or run up and down the touchline like me. I also told him that Matt was bringing round a letter from his mother to ask my mum to help him with French and when I'd told her Matt wanted some help Ma had said he and Roo could join in as well if they wanted. He brightened up at this and said he would like to and would ask his mum to 'phone mine. I asked him what Van and Cleggy were on about Baden-Powell and being a good Scout. He looked at me sideways and said didn't I know? I shook my head. He grinned and said he'd tell me all about it next time I went round to see him. He punched me playfully on the arm and said he had to rush and left me still tying up my shoe laces and waiting for Matt. Matt was still grumbling about having to play on Saturday as we walked to the sheds to get our bikes. I told him to just get the ball and throw it away as soon as possible, of course, in the right direction. "Alright for you, you won't have those big lugs falling on you and kicking you to death! You've only got to run up and down the line!" "Give over, Matt - it won't be for long." "Trouble is it's only the first match of the year and Van was saying he was arranging several others if things went well." I couldn't get him off his moans and we cycled almost all the way to my house before I managed to ask him if he was interested in anything. Luckily he had an interest in stamp collecting and told me all about an uncle who had a business in South Africa who had sent him stamps from all round the world. I said I made model aeroplanes and he asked how many had I got. I said at present nine, but I also had things like the model steam engine. He visibly brightened at this and asked if he could see it and I said of course. When we got in Matt gave Ma the letter rather diffidently and watched carefully as she scribbled a note back and gave it to him. She said if he liked he could come round on Monday with his books and she would see what he was like without me or the others there. He looked much more pleased after that and when Ma said tea would be ready very soon he relaxed even more and began to ask Ma how many languages she knew as his sister Julia had told him about having to type some of the translations she had done at the works where she was secretary. Ma said she knew Julia very well as she had taught her French at the Girls High School. And then I found out Ma knew Spanish as well. I'd better keep quiet or more of my time would be taken up with languages! I interrupted Matt's flow of questions and said if he wanted to see the steam engine I would show it to him now. "Good idea, but tea will be ready in a few minutes so you can get it fired up and working Monday after school and he can see it going after I've finished with him." "Come on then, Matt, it's up in my room." He followed me up the stairs and had a good look round my room. "Gosh, your rooms bigger than mine, my sister's got the best one at home." "I didn't know she worked at dad's place." "Yes, she's a confidential secretary or something like that. She likes your dad and says he's very clever and he's in charge of some special department. And your mum does translations down there." He obviously knew more than I did. As Pa never spoke about what he did at work I had never thought of asking him but I did know about the translating 'cause I'd often heard them discussing things. "I don't know what he does, but he made this when he was an engineering student." I showed him the engine and he was fascinated with it. "I can't wait until Monday to see it working." I stood next to him to show him how the furnace worked and saw that he was really not much taller than me. "Have a look at it while I get changed out of these things." I went over the wardrobe and took out the shorts and pullover I wore at home. I took my school shorts off and saw Matt looking at me. "I bet you'll be glad when it's your birthday. Is it before half-term?" "Yes, September the thirtieth." "Gosh, Jacko, mine's October the first, I shall be fifteen so I'm a whole year older than you!" By this time I'd taken my shirt off and just had my pants, shoes and socks on. I went over and stood next to him. "But you're not really much taller than me." "I know, I'm just on five foot five. You're about an inch shorter than that aren't you? I keep getting worried I'm not going to grow any taller. Dad says he was short then shot up when he was fifteen or so and now he's about six feet tall, so I hope I'll shoot up too soon." I looked closely at him, "You've got a lot of pimples like my cousin Alun, and he's much older than you, he's over sixteen." "Dad says it's called acne and most boys get it when they're growing." "I haven't got any pimples, yet, and you've got hairs on you lip like Alun too." "Perhaps you're not growing." "I am! I'm at least an inch and half taller since Easter." "No, I mean other places. Dad says I mustn't worry about acne as it means I won't be a boy much longer." He seemed a bit flustered about this. "What do you mean, you won't be a boy?" "Well, you know, I'll have to shave and things. Dad said he had to start shaving when he was fifteen." "Oh, yes, Alun shaves, but what other things?" He was going rather red by now. "Oh, you know, having hair and things. Dad said I shouldn't get too concerned when other things happened as it was just part of growing up." "What do you mean? Like this?" I pulled down the waistband of my pants and pointed to the wispy hairs above my cock. "Um, yes, that's some of it! I noticed yours under the shower yesterday" "But you've got hair under your arms as well, but I haven't." I lifted my right arm to show him. "How do you know I have?" "I saw it yesterday as well when we shared that shower. You've got a lot more down here as well," I said, pointing, "And it's very black and curly, and it looked just as much as my cousin's got." "How old is your cousin?" "Let's see, he was sixteen in February, but I saw him at Easter so he was just a bit older then." "And my hair's like his?" "Oh yes, but his legs were hairy as well." "You mean like some of those boys in the Fifth and Sixth Forms?" I didn't really know about them, I'd only really noticed furry Danny Ross in our form, but I nodded and he continued, "That big Andy Symes who's in the First Year Sixth now's got massive hairy legs. You know him, he was throwing the discus in the sports last term and I was helping with the measuring and so on. And so has Nobbo's brother. He's in the Second Year Sixth now, he was throwing the discus as well and he and Andy kept fooling around and pulling the hairs on each other's legs." I grinned at Matt and shrugged, "I wonder if that's all they've been pulling?" Matt went bright red and clammed up. I thought I'd better wait before questioning any more. "Hold on, Matt! I think tea'll be ready now. Let me finish putting this lot on and we'd better go down." "OK, but I mustn't be too late going 'cos I must get that English homework done." While we were talking I'd finished dressing and he'd stopped being bright red and I thought it better not to ask anything more about 'things'. We went downstairs and there was tea. Good old Ma, lots of newly baked things. Ma disappeared saying she had some work to finish off and left us to it. Matt ate and chatted away and I found out he'd been born in South Africa where his father had been stationed in the Royal Navy. I just ate and listened. When we'd finished and he was ready to go we went through to the living room for him to say his goodbyes. Ma was busy scribbling on a large pad of paper. "See you on Monday, Matt. I should be in by the time you get here from school, and you can stop for some tea again as well!" "Gosh, thanks, Mrs Thomson, good night." I went out with him and grinned as he picked up his bike, "Good, we'll get something nice again, I expect." After Matt had gone I had a few things to think about. I suppose if I'd asked the right questions I might have found out a bit more what his father had told him about growing up. He said his father's in the Navy, anyway I can ask him more about that on Monday. He did blush a bit at times, I wonder why, especially when I made my crack about Symes and Nobbo's brother, Billy. Oh yes, and young Nobbo is quite hairy too. I wonder if Matt is doing it? - he must be, he's so much older than me - I do hope I'll start growing up fast soon! I felt my prick twitching - that was growing fast! I hurried to the sink, undid my flies, gripped my very hard little rod and gave it a rapid beating. Oh God, I needed that! I also needed another that night in bed though I was able to savour the intense feelings a bit longer before I came. Sweet relief! To be continued: Previous stories of mine have been published on Nifty. Spying on My Brothers: (45k: Incest Section: Apr 15 2000) Easter Rugger Tours (Dir: HS Section: Jun 10 2000) Jordan's Story (84k: HS Section: Jul 23 2000) Flip's Tale (Dir: HS Section: Apr 17 2002) Read and Enjoy.