Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2002 23:14:12 +0000 From: Jo Vincent Subject: Aladdin's Awakening: Part 4 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 - Continued Friday, September 17th 1943 Friday was a relatively peaceful day enlivened by Tony's consternation when he found himself down as a reserve for the Saturday game. His main worry was if one of the bigger thugs suddenly developed measles, mumps, water on the brain, or whatever, and he would have to run out on the field to be slaughtered by the dreaded Catholics. He kept a wary eye on Ginger Hare who he was convinced was the most likely to succumb to some unknown illness. Of course, Cleggy and the others kept mentioning how big the other team were to razz him up. We cycled home together but he wouldn't come in as he said he was going to rest and have an early night. I thought I had better have a good practice after supper because Mrs Tring had entered me for the next grade exam. Then I also went to bed early, telling Ma I'd better as I was going to have a busy time in the morning - I had a busy time first practising something else as soon as my head touched the pillow! * Saturday morning was damp. I cycled to school quite early and found quite a few of both school teams already there. Alan Foster came over and said Van wanted him and me to wear blue shirts which he'd left out for us. We got changed together and as I was tying my laces I saw Matt and Tony come in. Neither looked too happy as they came over to join us. "Oh well," Matt exclaimed, "I suppose I had better get ready to be sacrificed!" "Don't worry," I said, "Alan and I will come and carry off the pieces at the end." Alan looked down at Matt from his superior height and sniggered. "There won't be much to pick up when they've got their teeth into you, Ward. Vince says two of their forwards are huge!" At that point Van came into the changing-room. He was positively glowing and rubbing his hands with glee. "Well, lads, is everyone here? Their teams have just arrived and they've still to get changed. Ah, Thomson and Foster, you're both ready. Go and see the Reverend Brother and show him the next door changing-rooms and see if there is anything they need as I just want to have a few words in here with my own flock." We did as we were bid and clattered out onto the driveway outside. A large figure in a black cassock was just walking up. Foster addressed him very politely and said we were to show him and his teams to their changing room. He looked down at us and turned to the straggling crew coming up behind him and, rather sternly, said they were to follow us and that we were to give O'Brien any instructions pointing at a short, stocky lad with a mop of red hair. O'Brien trotted up, very obediently, though he was obviously in the sixth-form and presumably the captain of their older team. He nodded at the Brother. The Brother nodded back, turned and walked off towards the pitch. "OK, lead us on then," O'Brien said and winked at us. Alan led the way and I walked beside O'Brien. "Are you playing?" he asked. "No, Foster and I are the touch judges," I replied. "Your name's Thomson, isn't it?" I looked at him rather puzzled, "Yes, it is, how do you know?" He grinned, "Your dad is my dad's boss at the laboratory - my dad is a metallurgist." I had never heard the works referred to as a laboratory - I thought my dad made things. "I didn't know that - my dad doesn't say much about what he does." "They're not allowed to, but Dad tells me about the people he works with and he said last night your dad had said you were involved today and I recognised you from seeing you with him in town." Fame, I was father's son, but what father did was still a mystery. I knew he was in charge of something but I didn't know it was a laboratory. By this time we were in the changing room and the lads had begun to get changed. I saw Alan was chatting to someone so I stayed with O'Brien as he stripped off completely. Christ, he was redder and much hairier than Ginger Hare. He had a great mat of dark orange hair above a lengthy but slim, circumcised rod which swung about as he reached down to take off his shoes and socks. He sat down on the bench. "You're called Jacko, aren't you?" I nodded, "It's really Jacques, my mum's French - but everyone has always called me Jacko." "Well, I'm Michael, or Mike to my friends. Be a friend and pass me my socks and boots." I picked out his boots and socks from the bag he'd put a bit along the bench and passed him one sock then another. His long cock dipped up and down between his legs as he pulled on the socks and then leaned down and back putting on his boots. "Which position do you play, Mike?" "Oh, scrum-half as I'm this size." What size? Oh, I suppose he meant height, I was rather concentrating on something else! As he finished he stood up and stamped up and down and I saw a couple of the other lads also having a good look at his equipment. I also noted with some satisfaction that although he might win on length his balls seemed not much bigger than mine or Tony's. "Hey, Jacko, chuck my jockstrap and shorts over!" I turned to the bag and picked up his shorts and saw under them a white pouch-like garment on top of a green shirt. I supposed this was the jockstrap - I hadn't heard the word before. I picked it up with my other hand and held both shorts and it out to him. "Ta, you're a marvellous valet, Jacko, I'll have that first." He took the jockstrap, opened up the elastic waistband, put his legs through and pulled it up over his prick and balls. He put his hand inside the pouch and arranged his cock so it was more upright and bulged out against the fabric. "Almost there," he said taking the shorts and putting them on swiftly, "Just my shirt now." I reached down and passed it to him and in a moment he was ready. "Thanks a lot, you've been a great help but I've got to say something to this lot and I expect you'll be wanted out there. See you later!" "Yep, I'd better be going, Mike, see you." I turned just as Alan Foster came up and followed him towards the door wondering if Mike was going to say prayers like Tony had said. As we got outside Alan turned and whispered urgently, "Christ, Jacko, that chap you were talking to, did you see the length he's got? "Oh, you mean Mike, yes, it's quite long isn't it." I thought I had better be generous, "But you shouldn't be jealous because you and your brother are OK." He prodded me in the ribs, "You've had a look then?" "In the showers." He chuckled and poked me in the ribs again, "Well, you're not too bad yourself for a young'un, more than Cleggy, even if you haven't got so much hair yet!" Oh, I'm obviously not the only one doing check-ups. I wondered what else I could find out. But there was no time now as Van, who was talking to the Brother, spotted us and asked if all was well. Alan said O'Brien was talking to the teams and as he said this there was a general clatter and everyone, including our lot, spilled out onto the pitches. What followed next was not the expected bloodbath and mangling. In fact, Matt excelled himself, passing the ball out cleanly and giving our team many opportunities which they took very smartly. Cleggy and Roo both scored tries and Alan and I ran up and down the line working like Trojans, or whatever. Our Fourth-Years won handsomely but the others lost, but not too badly. All in all everyone was quite happy. Tony's efforts were not needed, all had turned up, even those with spots and eruptions as I saw in our showers later when I had a good look at the Fifth and Sixth Formers. This was my first major observation of that older age group as the Fifth and Sixth Years generally used the other changing-room and I must admit I, and a good few of my brethren, had a good way to go in various attributes. But what did intrigue me was the variety of sizes, hairiness and spottiness which passed before my eyes as I showered and changed back. Much to ponder about and find out about in good time. My only brush with possible trouble was when two of the more loutish Fifth-Formers started to remark on my youthfulness and whether they should remove my shorts to see if I was all there. Luckily, and pluckily, Matt, Cleggy and Roo defended me with Matt saying he was certain I was all there and was only in shorts until half-term and in any case their team had lost whereas our Fourth Years had won! The two clods made rude gestures at us and sloped off to join their other, no doubt also disgruntled, team-mates. Tony came up and joined us and we all walked to collect our bikes. "Going my way, Jacko?", Tony asked as we wheeled them out of the shed. "Yep, but I've got to get back for early lunch as Ma and Pa are going into town this afternoon." We rode off to my house together. Tony was very full of himself as he had been chosen, even if he hadn't actually had to play. It was a bit of a monologue but it passed the time. When we reached my house he asked if he could pop round later to see me later. I agreed as it would give me an excuse as I certainly didn't want to traipse around town with the parents. Pa was still at work when I got home and Ma said she was going to meet him in town and duly asked if I wanted to accompany them. I said no as Tony said he might come round to see me. She seemed rather pleased at my refusal and went off with a cheery wave. Tony banged on the back door about half past two. I opened it and he came in bearing a pile of old Meccano magazines which his father had found in an old house he was selling for someone. Tony wasn't interested in them so brought them for me. "Ta, let's take them up to my room then," I said, "I'll enjoy looking at those." Being an engineer's son meant I'd been given sets of Meccano for birthdays over the years and I actually enjoyed fiddling about with it. Tony picked up one of my planes and sat on the edge of my bed looking at it. "I saw your pal the Foster twin as I was coming over," he said. "My pal?" "Yeah, the one you were running up and down the line with this morning." "Oh, Alan! Yeah, he seems OK even if he is in the other form. But wasn't he the one who chucked that water at you the other day?" "Nope, it was his brother who did that. He's a slimy toad and he's the one I told you Big Jim picked up in the changing-room in the summer." I nodded, perhaps I would hear more about the camp today as well. "I told Alan I was coming round here and he said I was to ask you about that ginger Catholic lad you were talking to this morning. He said you were discussing things at length. What did he mean? Who was he?" I grinned, "Oh, he's the son of someone that works for my Dad, his name's Mike O'Brien, he was their upper team captain. Seems a nice chap, I passed him his clobber when he was changing." I laughed, "Oh, of course, Alan did notice that he's got a lengthy cock." I stretched my hands out in exaggeration. "I think that's what he means, about like that!" "Was it that big?" asked Tony incredulously. "No! Of course not, but it just hung down longer than others I've seen in the showers. Even my cousin Alun's didn't go down like his. But it was skinny and he had masses of hair all round it - but I could hardly see his balls - they didn't seem very big at all." "You must have had a good look!" "Couldn't help it, he stripped off completely and then got changed by putting his socks on first. By the way, do you know what a jockstrap is?" "Yes, why?" "'Cos he had one, I had to get it out of his bag for him." "Oh yes, I know what they are 'cause Big Jim wore one most of the time at camp. I wanted him to let me try it on but the horrid sod said it wasn't for little boys with little balls. He said all the Sixth-Formers wore them when they played rugger and I saw some of them in our changing-room this morning putting them on." "I only noticed Mike's this morning - and he's only got little balls." "But he's in the Sixth Form though, isn't he? And he's got a long cock like Big Jim, and Big Jim's was thick as well!" I said he was, and that his prick did hung down a lot, but it wasn't very thick round. Then I thought to myself that Sixth Form and big balls didn't necessarily go together even though his snaky cock filled out the jockstrap. I didn't intend to pursue this as I really wanted to know more about the summer camp. Tony was well away, "Christ, I wish my prick would get bigger. Even those fucking Foster twins have got more than us." "Yeah, but they're older than us as well and my cousin Alun said he was like me when he was my age and mine has got longer over the summer. But anyway, Tony, you were going to tell me about your camp in the summer." He looked up slyly, "You really want to know?" I nodded, "Of course! Come on, tell me all about it!" "Cleggy told me I wasn't to." "Why not?" "'Cos of what happened." "Oh, come on, tell me, I'm your best friend." "So's Cleggy, but anyway, I didn't really promise him!" "Good, well fire away." He giggled, "It was mostly that." I looked puzzled, "What do you mean?" He laughed, "OK, I'll tell you all about it, from the beginning." He sat back on the bed and I turned the chair by my desk round to face him and sat down. "Right," he began, "Well, we went in a lorry to this farm. Big Jim told us it belonged to a friend of his father and there was this big tent already up in a clearing in some trees. There were six of us," he counted off on his fingers, "Big Jim, who was in charge as patrol leader, Cleggy, Roo, Ginger Hare, me and there was a young cousin of Big Jim's name of Sam Catt who's not in our troop but he's in the Scouts where he comes from." He stopped and looked over at me to see if I was attending. Satisfied that I was he continued. "Funny name, but he was staying with them `cos his mother was busy and his father was away in the army. He was younger than all us, not quite thirteen, 'cos it was going to be his birthday the week after we got back. Anyway they dumped us there and we had all the kit and stuff to put tidily and Roo and me were sent off for wood while the others got the food ready to be cooked. It was good, we were pretty hungry by then. After the food we all sat round for ages until it was nearly dark and Jim said it was time to pack up for the night. We had three of those hurricane lamps so it wasn't at all dark inside the tent. Anyway, we had laid out groundsheets and blankets and things then started to get ready for bed. I was just taking off my shirt when Jim said 'What about this then, lads!' We all looked at him as he turned round to face us without anything on and his dick was huge and stiff and standing up. Cleggy was standing opposite me and only had his pants on and his face was a picture. He just gawped at Big Jim and I saw his pants go all bulgy very fast. Well then, Big Jim just stood with his legs apart and bent back a bit and caught hold of his prick and began to rub it up and down. I could see the others were watching all this very closely, especially young Sam Catt. Well, Big Jim went on and on pulling it up and down then, whoosh, he shot a great load up and over the floor of the tent. Then he just stood there holding his prick and said, 'OK, lads, it's your turn now'. We all stripped off and we all had stiff pricks, even the young kid. Cleggy had already started tossing himself off before I had my pants off and he was doing it ever so quick, but Roo came first, then me and Vince just about together. Cleggy took quite a while but he did shoot a lot and the young kid kept on for ages with us watching then he came with just a bit of stuff. He was ever so pleased 'cos he said it was his first time with stuff. Jim said it wouldn't be his last time and we all laughed. Christ, it was marvellous, doing it together like that 'cos I didn't know much about doing it as I had only found out three weeks before, and I didn't know about the others doing it. Anyway we didn't go to bed until very late that night. It was hot so we sat as we were on our blankets and talked as we all wanted to know things about everyone and kept congratulating young Sam. I found out that Cleggy and Roo had been on a hike with Big Jim at Easter and they had done it then as well. In the end I think we were so tired we just got under our blankets and Jim put the lights out. Next thing I knew it was morning, quite early and Vince was in the bed next to me looking over at me. When he saw I was awake he pulled his blankets back and he'd got a real horn on. So had I, so I pulled back my blankets as well and showed him mine. He got out and shuffled over and knelt down by me, caught hold of my rod and tossed me off - God, it was good. First time someone else had done it to me. I just lay there panting hard when I came. Then I nudged him to get him to lie down and I got up and knelt over him. I didn't bother to mop up the spunk on my tum and I could feel it running down as I did it to him. I'll tell you, Vince's got quite a handful and he came ever so quick. I looked round and the only one still asleep was Jim `cos the other three were awake by then and watching. The young kid crawled out over to Roo and tossed him off and then went over to Cleggy and began to give him one. By this time Big Jim had woken up and he was watching as well. He pulled back his blankets and beckoned me over and I knelt over his legs and felt his prick. It was ever so thick and heavy, much more than Vince's, and it didn't take much pulling to make him shoot his load over his chest. I was still holding on to him as I watched young Sam pulling away at Cleggy's prick. Cleggy was twitching about on the bed then he cried out and grabbed the boy's hand when he came telling him to stop. Roo came over and helped young Sam up and stood behind him and we all watched as he gave the boy a good wank. Young Sam didn't shoot very much when he came but he was ever so pleased and excited by it all `cos he turned round and hugged Roo and said how marvellous it was." By this time I was quite bemused with who had done what and to whom and was feeling very horny myself. I stood up and walked over to the bed. "Hey, Tony, for Christ's sake, I've got such a hard-on with you telling me all that I've got to do something about it!" "What about me then, just look at this!" He stood up and undid his trousers. His prick stuck out and at this signal we both rapidly shucked off our all clothes and looked at each other, cocks at the ready. I whispered rather hoarsely, "I'll do it to you first!" "No, let's try to do it to each other at the same time. I'll show you how we did it at camp together - you'd better put a towel down though." I fetched my bath towel and laid it down on the floor. We stood on it facing each other just a bit apart and Tony put his left hand on my shoulder reaching down to my tool with his right hand. He cupped my balls and then gently ran his fingers up my stem to the end. I winced as my prick hardened still further. I copied him by putting my hand on his shoulder and did the same to him. We stared intently at each other's faces as we began to pull each other's skins up and down, slowly and rhythmically. Automatically we opened our mouths at the same time and then quite soon I felt the warm, deep surge at the base of my prick as I shot up all over Tony's stomach. He came almost immediately after that all over me and we stood staring into each other's eyes holding on tightly as our cocks subsided. I could feel the drops of his spunk running down my stomach. "Bloody wonderful," he murmured, "That was really good. Did you like it, Jacko?" "Oh, yes, I want it more and more all the time, especially when you do it to me like that." "So do I, I thought of you doing it to me last night when I tossed off in bed." "Did you, why was that?" "Well, I knew I would probably see you this afternoon as I had those magazines for you and that set it off. I often think of Big Jim or Roo or one of the others as well." I must admit I had thought of Alun once or twice when tossing off and wondering if he was jacking off at the same time but I had only had one wank with Tony before and it was all rather new to me. Tony bent down and picked up the towel and wiped the come off my belly then wiped himself. "I think I had better tell you more about the camp another time." He put out a hand and gripped my arm. "There's a lot more to tell, especially about what we did to Cleggy!" He paused. "But you're not to tell him I've said anything!" We got dressed and as it was after four o'clock by now Tony said he had better go 'cause he had to stay in with gran as his father and mother wanted to go out that evening. Ma and Pa came home just after five. I had been lying on my bed after Tony went, going over his tale in my head and still feeling a few twinges between my legs. I went downstairs and told them Tony had brought me some Meccano mags and asked Ma what they had bought but she was very noncommital and then Pa wanted to know how I had got on as touch judge. I told him that it wasn't too bad, our team had won, but the upper team had lost. That reminded me about Mike O'Brien. "I met someone whose father works with you, his name's O'Brien." "Oh, yes, that must be Mike, he's Joe O'Brien's son. He's in the First Year Sixth at the Catholic school, isn't he?" I nodded. "His father is my chief assistant on one of our projects." I said that Mike had told me his dad was a metallurgist and I wanted to know what he did. Pa told me that his main job was analysing different types of metal and that Mike also wanted to study the subject at university when he left school. In fact Joe had asked Pa to give Mike some help with his applied maths as he wouldn't let his father give him any assistance. "Poor Mike," he said, looking at my mother, "He's got four sisters and he's in the middle, so I bet the lad's really hen-pecked!" My mother has two sisters and no brothers so my father was always teasing her that we suffered because she didn't know how to treat males kindly. But she always got back by complaining about being at the beck and call of males all the time. "Well, you had better get him round sometime and help him out," my mother responded rather tartly, "Perhaps it might be good for the boy to come to a male-dominated household and find out what he's missing!" I felt very pleased I would be seeing Mike again, I had really liked him in just that short meeting. "OK, as you're having your French circle I might as well do a bit of maths. By the way, Jacko, we met Mrs Barnes and she is very pleased your mother is having Rupert in the group. Is that the one you call Roo?" I giggled inwardly at hearing his full name, "Yes, and he calls his younger brother Kanga, but I think his real name is Ken." He laughed, "Your mother said that you are going to met at five on Wednesdays and that I wasn't to keep her late at the works." "Why do you call it the works? Mike said it's a laboratory." "It's what is called Research and Development and I run the laboratories where it all happens." I digested this, it was the first time Pa had said anything about what he did. "But what do you do?" "Can't tell you much except it's rather important and rather secret. But, if you like at half-term I'll take you in one day and show you some things." In bed that night I thought back to the afternoon and what Tony and I had done together. Then I had images of Mike and his red hair and his long cock and mine was lengthening and hardening and had to be held and squeezed. I though about him coming to the house soon and as I began to move my hand up and down I wondered if his cock was in his hand all stiff and hard like mine and very soon I was coming - just like Mike I hoped. * On Sunday I could think of little else but the past eight days and all that had happened. I suppose the most momentous event of my life so far had occurred on that previous Saturday when I found I could wank properly and shoot spunk! Christ!, I must let cousin Alun know somehow as I'd tossed myself off most satisfactorily a good number of times - I counted up, eleven times by myself plus those two glorious wanks with Tony so far. Perhaps my name should be Jackoff as Tony suggested! Then during the week I had learned a lot from observation and talking with Tony. Of course, all this remembering meant that I had to do it twice more that day and all I could think of while jerking off was Mike and Matt mixed up with Tony and his hard prick and the descriptions of what had happened on that first day of camp. If this was what growing up meant it was certainly exhausting - I must find out more from Matt! 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.