Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 01:28:56 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Hut/14

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"Hello Gary, smile please."
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"Cheers Tony you sexy thing. Right, a full recap and no changing the plan
otherwise we will still be stuck here and Gary will be back with his dick
hanging out." Tony shivered and they both obediently sat quite while Jean
went through the plan that they hoped would stitch Gary up.

"He is due back the day after tomorrow and when you go on duty Tony
complain you don't feel well and have got the shits. Wait for about half
an hour and take the "grenade," (that was a compound to help patients
with sever constipation) and drink a hot coco, you will then be spending
a lot of time crapping and pretending to vomit in the bog. Your acting
ability should get you admitted for observation. I will speak to Dr
Tuber and tell him I am worried about you, I know him very well and hope
he puts you into the general ward. You will be out of the way and Gary
wont be able to get to you. I will introduce Gary to Carl and invite him
for a drink that night and the next bit is up to you Carl, but I
guarantee you will fancy him and I know for sure he will you. Carl will
take him to the room he has stayed in before and I will already be there
hiding in the wardrobe. When they get naked and Gary goes down on Carl I
will open the door and WHAM I will snap him! Ok? Any questions? No? Good
your round dear brother."

Tony was quite understandably a bit nervous when he got on duty and made
his first complaint of feeling unwell to the nurse in charge. "Never mind
dear, you should try a period some time." Four times he pretended to have
to rush to the toilet, count to 50 and go back.
"Christ Sandra, I feel like crap." Sandra was only half listening it
seemed.
"Ok, that's................hope you washed your hands?"
Fuck it, Tony went to the kitchen and swallowed double the dose he should
have taken, he didn't even have time to drink a coco as the effect was
almost immediate and the next thing Sandra was aware of was Tony breaking
all records as the ran for the bog.
"Bloody hell Tony you look dreadful!" For the only time in his life Tony
was happy he did.
"Yeah I feel....... Oh shit........!" Off he went again only this time he
did not know which end to point at the bog first. He opted to crap,
but threw up over the floor, he turned round to finish off vomiting and
the poor bugger crapped instead!
Half hour later he was in the general ward and tucked up in bed. He laid
back feeling a little better and feeling confident that the plan had so
far worked. A minute later his bowels opened again and the poor lad
shate all over the bed sheets! A sort of a 50/50 day you could say.

"So, what happened to you?" Gary was standing next to his bed.
"Must have eaten something that did not agree with me, or maybe because I
knew were coming back."
"Life is a bitch, have you got a room for us?"
"Oh come on Gary, just give the letters back. This is so unfair."
"All's fair in love and war Tony."
"This aint fucking love that's for sure, but you are going to destroy
Simon and me."
"It doesn't have to, all I want is sex, just innocent fun and nobody
would be any wiser. How simple can it get?" He left and Tony prayed the
rest of the plan would work.

"Hi Gary don't think you have met my brother?" Jean and Carl just
happened to be passing the ward Tony was in as Gary came out and she was
pleased when it was obvious Gary liked what he saw. She looked at Carl
and it was obvious he thought so as well. Well, two of them were going to
enjoy this, up until the time she took the photo anyway.
There was no problem with him agreeing to meet up that evening for drinks
and after Gary went off they went to Carl's room and emptied the wardrobe
so Jean could get in. They had vandalised the wardrobe door by drilling a
hole in it so she could see out. She checked the camera and made sure a
flash bulb was in place and was ready.

As they got into the NAAFI Gary was already sitting there waiting for
them.
"He's keen." Jean said to her brother.
"Me too Jennie. He maybe giving shit to Tony and a complete asshole, but
he can blackmail me any day!"
"Now don't fuck this up, remember why we are here."
"Don't worry, just wondering how big he is and................"
"Shut up you twat, concentrate!"
"Yes Sister.........Jean?"
"What?"
"If he ever gives you a problem just let me know." Carl leaned over to
his sister and kissed her forehead.
"OH sweetheart! Thanky.........You shit you mean you would sort him out
if he fancies me more than you, right?"
"Right."

They sat and Gary talked mostly to Carl and Jean was happy he seemed very
keen on her brother. She timed it well and excused herself to go to
powder her nose so the boys could chat without her there.
"So Carl, I bet all the blokes you deal with are as well built as you?"
"Oh yes and one of the many reasons I love my work Gary, lots of young
lads and a long way from home."
"Young lads who like to be personally trained by you I should think?"
"Yes they do, some more than others, but its best not to talk too much
about that, you never know who would take it the wrong way."
"Not me, I wouldn't mind being in your group that's for sure." Carl
looked at Gary in the way that two blokes look when there is interest.
"Gary if I can get rid of sis, would you like to come to my room, its
private up there?"
"And what happens when we get there?" Tony was the last person in his
mind right now.
"Well, I could give you a check over and make sure you are as fit as you
look?" Gary was all smiles.

"Sis" came out and saw the smiles and a wink from Paul. She went to the
bar and got two more drinks and took them to the table. That would keep
them there long enough for her to get up to Carl's room.
"Right you two, I'm a bit tired and going for a bath then bed. See you at
breakfast tomorrow brother dear." She kissed Carl and said goodnight to
Gary. Once outside she ran all the way up to Carl's room and got settled
into his wardrobe.

"Christ sake where the hell are you two!?" It seemed like ages since she
had been there and was very uncomfortable and her legs were beginning to
get pins and needles tucked up as they were.
Meanwhile a senior medic and a physical fitness instructor where deep in
conversation about body development, how to get one and, most
important, penis size and how to develop length and girth.
These two were on the same song sheet, apart from the fact that Carl was
a really lovely bloke and Gary a total shit head.

She was relieved when the door at last opened and as soon as it was
closed saw her brother take Gary in his arms and kiss him! "Bloody hell,
if only mum and dad could see THIS!" She had to stop herself laughing out
load. There was a lot more to come and had a good view as they undressed
one another and her eyes nearly popped out when both of their cocks did.
She tried to ignore her naked brother not that was too difficult really
because the sight of Gary naked was a huge turn on and if he was not the
shit he was she would have kicked Carl out and taken his place.
Carl was doing fine, but it was he who got to knees first and took Gary
in much to his sisters annoyance, but he knew what he was doing because
the noise coming out of Gary told her he was being wound up like the
preverbal spring and Carl would not have a problem getting them into
reverse order.
Jean was getting as wound up as those two and had to concentrate as never
before otherwise she could put a hand down between her legs and drop the
camera! She just could not take her eyes off that wonderful cock of
Gary's. It must have been an uncut 8+ inches and as straight as a poker.
She had never seen one that big and her thoughts began to wander a bit as
she imagined she was sucking that masterpiece and those lovely low
hanging balls that were now being licked and sucked by her lucky brother.
"Come ON, come ON!!!! Jean was about to ruin the plan if Carl and Gary
did not swap over.

In the nick of time Carl stood up and there he was, Gary on his knees and
about take the handsome nob belonging to her brother into his open mouth.
"Gary, I am about to ruin your day...........And mine, fuck it!" She
quietly opened the door as Gary continued to slurp on Carl's cock
and aimed the camera at him.
"Hello Gary! Smile please!" Startled, Gary stopped sucking and looked at
Jean and therefore the camera. FLASH!
She got out and Gary stood up with a look of realisation coming over his
face. Carl put a hand on his shoulder to remind him he was there. Gary
stood rock still and his stiffy was no more, Carl's stayed were it was.
"You stole Tony's letters to blackmail him in having sex with you and you
will now know it wont happen unless you want me to show this. Two can
play at blackmail Sergeant Masters and we will develop as many copies of
this as we want. The first to get one is the CO. You will hand Tony's
letters back by tomorrow morning, but we will still keep the photos, just
in case you think you can get back at any of us. Good night boys, have a
nice time."

"Its all done Tony, you can relax now." She lent over and kissed Tony's
forehead. "If you know of anyone who wants to take photos of you and me,
just say the word." Tony thanked her and after she had gone told the
nurse he felt better and got dressed and left. He went to Gary's room and
banged on the door. There was no answer, it would seem that he and Carl
were finishing off what they had started.

Tony had been given the next day off when there was a knock at his door.
He answered it and there was Gary with his letters. Tony took them and
counted 21 and without a word he shut the door and read everyone of them
as much to be close to Simon but also to make sure every page was there.
He hid them well and went back to work, day off or not he needed to be
busy.

The Blossom was on station at the very rear of the convoy with another
Corvette. The first three days were pretty uneventful but they knew they
were approaching the area where there would be no air cover and the
U-boats would be lining up. It was dreadful as ship after ship came under
attack and even when one of the U-boats was sunk, it did nothing to make
anyone feel better. To make matters worst they developed an engine
problem and could only make 8 knots. Charles sent a signal to report his
problem while the engineers worked flat out to find the fault.

"We have to stop skipper, its no good as we are. We have to replace two
valve inlets and it will take at least two hours." It was like waiting
for the executioner to turn up. All the crew were at action stations with
extra look outs on the bridge, it was a long two hours.

The engine room voice tube whistled to the bridge and Charles was given
the good news that the repairs were done and he ordered full speed.
"I doubt we will catch up for a couple of days, you agree Simon?"
"At least that, but I recon that if we can maintain 16 knots at the
course I gave you, it will take 1 day, 23 hours and 15 minutes skipper.
Give or take a couple of seconds, we should make it in a couple of days."
A 47 year old captain looked at his 20 year old navigator and wished he
was 20 years younger.

It was very strange being on their own and to most of the crew a certain
amount of insecurity. The engine room reported that all was well which
gave them some encouragement.

"Surface contact 340 1000 yards!" Patrick called out. The alarm was
sounded and not for the first time when it did everyone was that much
calmer.
"U-boat?"
"Yes captain and closing on us, they know we are here."
"Course 340. Now they know we know." It seemed an age before Patrick told
them it had dived.
"What range were they radar?"
"Half mile Skipper."
"Fuck, now its guess work unless you can pick them up Asdic. Look out for
a periscope all of you."

If it had been a planned attack by the Germans it was a lucky one as the
Blossom's Asdic had not picked up there were two U-boats and as the
Blossom came into the second ones range four torpedo's were fired. The
U-boat captain would forever be relieved he sent four as the first three
missed, the forth slammed into the starboard side just below the bridge
and exploded.

Simon was just about to come back from the engine room after checking
with the engineers that all was well. The ship shuddered with the
explosion and most of the crew fell to the decks and many would not get
up again. She began a heavy list and everyone knew she could not be
saved. He got to the bridge only to hear Charles calling out to abandon
ship. Simon went back down on deck to help undo the life rafts and that
is when they came under gun fire from both of the U-boats which had now
surfaced, there was no chance of firing back. The second shell exploded
in front of the bridge and Simon ran back up and found all four officers
and three ratings dead including Charles. He went into the radar shack
and found Patrick alive, but he been thrown against the bulkhead and
there was blood pouring out of the back and right side of his head.

How he got both of them off he would never know, but with a struggle
managed it and found himself on a raft with ten of the crew. They looked
at the Blossom as she went down.
From the torpedo hit to that moment less than ten minutes had passed.
Simon tried to see if there were any other life rafts in sight, but
theirs was the only one, just twelve of them had got off out of crew of
eighty five.

Simon looked down at his friend and knew there was no hope. He cradled
Patrick in his arms hoping it would give him some comfort. He wiped the
blood off of his face and then became aware that one of the U-boats had
come near to them and got as close as they could. Nothing was said and
they just looked on as a canvas bag was lowered to them which
contained food and water. Simon looked at the captain who saluted and
ordered his boat away.
As the U-boat sailed away, he thought of the German pilot who had shown
them the way to the British fighter pilot who had ditched in the English
Channel.
"I fucking know they are not all bad. How many wish they were not apart
of this shit?"

"I wont ask if everyone is ok, lets hope someone will realise we are sunk
and come and look for us." He went back to comforting Patrick who was
unconscious and dying. Simon just looked at him trying to hold back the
tears and at the same time think of all those who were already dead. He
took off his binoculars that were always around his neck and handed them
to one of the men, that way he could comfort Patrick better.

Simon could do nothing except keep holding Patrick as tight as he dared
and all the time waiting for him to pass on. After a short time,
Patrick opened his eyes and looked at Simon. His face was at peace and he
looked as though he had just come out of deep thinking which he did most
of the time, he smiled at Simon. His time had come and his war and young
life was over. Simon wiped his face for the last time.

"I'm off now Simon, Grandma and Pa are waiting for me. Thank you for
being such a good friend." He kept looking into Simon's eyes until
they clouded over and as he died he squeezed Simon's hand in a gesture of
farewell.
Simon bought Patrick's face to his and kept him like that for quite
sometime. He set Patrick back down, closed his eyes and said goodbye to
his friend. He held him close one last time and then slipped him over the
side and watched as his body drifted away.

"Can I talk to you?" Gary stood by Tony's table. Tony did not reply but
nodded at a seat.
"What will you do with that photo?"
"Nothing so long as you leave me Jean and Carl alone. That photo will
stay for all time just in case you want to continue to be number one
bastard. Believe me when I say I would never have had sex with you and I
would have..........Oh fuck it, I have done with you, but I will tell you
one thing Sergeant bloody Masters, you maybe a great looking bloke and
think you are the dog's bollocks, but you will never find what I have
with Simon. Look in a mirror and see the cunt looking back at you." Tony
got up and left, leaving Gary to think.

Tony got to see Carl before he went and thanked him.
"No problem at all Tony, I'm going to advertise myself just in case
anyone else is doing what Gary did to you. It will be great fun."
"Do want you want Carl, there must be loads of Gary's out there. I just
hope you find a "Simon" one day.

Tony went back to work and at the same time made a full report to hand in
when his CO got back. He also phoned Andrew.
"Hello Tony, how is everything?"
"Could not be better now, I will explain when I come home."
"Any idea when that will be?"
"No, but it would be nice if Simon could get off when I do."
"Yes that would be good, but I have no idea when that will be, he is at
sea and goodness knows when he will get home."

It was the second day and the survivors were in a lot of trouble and
could not last much longer, but the fact was without the food and drink
given to them by the U-boat captain they would have died anyway. They
kept one another as positive as they could, but two of them were
beginning to give in and that helped Simon no end as he concentrated on
them and not the loss of Patrick.
It was he who saw the ship coming towards them and all of a sudden they
could see an end to this. They were taken on board and looked after by
the Destroyers Canadian crew, but they were going back to Canada. After a
day Simon was feeling physically much better and he was given a cabin of
his own where he was able to grieve privately. He thought about Tony as
well as grieve for Patrick. Simon knew damb well that if he were not in
love with Tony he and Patrick would have become involved and who knows,
possibly fall in love with him? What would happen if Tony was killed as
well, loosing Patrick was bad enough, but loosing Tony? He knew he could
not coup.

Tony sat outside his CO's office waiting to be called in, Gary was
already there and he would never know what was said. The door opened
and Gary came out ignoring Tony and a very red face.
"Right, I am satisfied there has been a balls up and Sergeant Masters has
assured me that what ever it was has now been resolved. I am very happy
about your report and the report from others. Now at last I can say you
have passed your finals and you are promoted to corporal,
congratulations. Now for the bad news, or maybe its not. I am sending you
for field hospital training at the London hospital and you will be there
for quite some time. You are to pack up and go home for two weeks leave.
Your orders are in the office already, pick them up and go and pack. Well
done Corporal, we need lots like you and will need as many as we can
get in the future. Good luck." Tony left to say goodbye to everyone and a
cuddle with Jean. He phoned Andrew.
"Hi Andrew, I'm coming home for two weeks, cant wait to see you." There
was a long silence as Andrew tried to compose himself.

"Tony................. Simon is missing."

He had no idea how long it took and only really came out of his thoughts
as his train arrived. Andrew was waiting.
"Any news?"
"No and it could be days before we know for sure, but the telegram didn't
say anything except that his ship was torpedoed and a search was in
progress. We shall just have to wait and pray. Its good to have you home
Tony. They went to the cottage in silence and once there tried to talk,
but it was impossible, so was sleep.
Tony laid on Simon's side of the bed hoping for some comfort, but it
didn't help much.
Just about the whole village stopped them when they went out and asked if
there was any news, but by the forth day both Andrew and Tony were giving
up.

The news of Simon's rescue came on the fifth day and Andrew was told he
would more than likely stay in Canada until he could join another convoy
so long as he was well enough to sail. The officer who called could not
say how he was physically, but assumed if he was injured they would have
been told.
"Thank God he is safe Tony, but you both have a long way to go. God I
knew it would be difficult, but not this bad. Go and get the bottle out
son, at last we have something to celebrate. They both slept well that
night.

The following morning Tony got one of the bikes and rode to the hut. He
lit the fire and stayed there all day just sitting and remembering all
the times that Simon, Spike and he had first made love to one another and
then of course falling IN love with Simon and those wonderful times they
had. Would there be any more? He prayed there would be, but what was on
his mind was to be able to tell Simon all that happened with Gary and
what he and his two friends did to get the letters back. He smiled to
himself as he thought of the letters, they were in a large envelope and
tucked under his bottom pillow. He would leave them there all the time
now.
Knowing Simon was safe he and Andrew went to work and Tony started to
repair the damage on Peace from the attack. It made him feel close to
Simon and of course Spike. It had all seemed so long ago now, but he
enjoyed it a lot and he was as happy as he could be but both of them were
even happier when the phone rang and it was from Canada.
They could not talk long, each having just a minute before Simon had to
go, but he managed to tell them he was fine and would be getting the
"next train" in a week from now.

"I will never get used to this Tony and now I have two of you to see off,
it makes it even worse. Good luck son, come home when you can and phone
as well." They hugged goodbye and Tony was off to start a new Army life
in London. This training was an indication to Tony that he would be going
"somewhere" where there was fighting, that's why he was being trained in
field hospital work which was quite different to the normal ones and very
different technics and skills would have to be learnt.
He had written a very long letter and left it on Simon's pillow
explaining every thing about what had happened with Gary and how sorry he
was that it messed up their last time together. "I have been to the hut
and just sat there and thought of all the wonderful times we had. I wont
go again, not until we are home together."

The Canadians could not have been more helpful and put all of them up at
a nice hotel and issued them with clothes and new uniforms as well as
money. They were checked over at the local hospital and told to wait for
the RN to make arrangements for them to go back home. "It could take a
while guys, so relax and enjoy."
Simon was in his room a week later when he had a visitor from the RCN to
tell him he and the others would crew one of their corvettes which was
going to join the RN and would escort the next convoy in four days
time. Two weeks later he finally landed in Liverpool and as soon as he
could he phoned his father. They spoke for an hour. He would have to ring
him again when he was leaving, but had been told to wait as he was
required to attend a meeting.

"Welcome home Lieutenant and so sorry for your loss." Captain Roger
Martin knew what Simon would be going through, it had happened to him
during his escorts at the beginning of the war.
"You will have two weeks leave and then off to Davenport where you will
be given a captains course which will last at least three months. When
you get your next ship you will sail as her First Lieutenant for some
time and if all goes well you will get your own command. Well done Simon,
we had a glowing report from Lieutenant Commander Thickness before you
sailed last time and he recommended that this should happen and told us
in no uncertain terms we would be stupid if we allowed your age to stop
you from advancing. We like to think we are not stupid. Any questions?"
"Not really sir, if it happens I would hope to become as good a captain
as Lieutenant Commander Thickness. I would prefer to continue with
Atlantic escorting, but I know if I say that I will get a bath to command
in the Pacific."
"You know the navy well Simon. I hope you get what you want old chap."

Simon had no idea where his father got his supplies of rum from and he
was not about to ask. He finished his second off and poured two more.
Simon had gone through the whole time he had been away and Andrew had
just listened knowing he was getting everything off his chest. He felt
for him when he spoke about the loss of his friends and in particular
when he got to Patrick. "I don't want to imply that Patrick was more of a
loss than any of the lads, but his death has effected me so much. He was
such a lovely chap dad and I know you would have liked him a lot."
"As much as I like Tony?"
"Oh sorry I didn't........................Have you heard from him?"
"Yes Simon and he is so happy you are home, I called him and left a
message. He called the day before yesterday and I can tell you he is very
relieved. He will try and call tonight. There is a letter for you on your
bed." Simon went up the ladder and bought the letter down, it was too
dark up in the loft to read anything. He read it twice and Andrew was
pleased at the smile on his face as he went through it.
"Bloody hell he has been through a really bad time, I think I may go to
the hospital and have a word with that man."
"He may very well have saved my life Simon don't forget." Simon thought
that through.
"Ok, I will let him live I suppose. Dad, I wish Tony could get home. I
have missed him, but everything else has got in our way, same for
everyone I suppose." At last Simon was getting back to some sort
of normality Andrew thought.

"You are coming home!? But you have only just got there! How long have
you got?"
"Five days." They rattled on for an hour and Andrew smiled at the way
Simon had become so excited and relieved that they were "back together."
He had thought Simon was distancing himself from Tony because he thought
that something was happening that wasn't. He also laughed at himself.
"Yeah Gods how many other fathers are pleased his son and his boyfriend
are still together!?"

They just literally fell into one another's arms and stayed like that
until the platform was empty. Simon led the way behind a stack of boxes
and for the first time in months they kissed one another and remained
like that for ages. They broke away at last and just stood there smiling.
"Come on we need a bath."
Before Simon left to go and meet Tony, Andrew had made it clear, several
times, he would be home late and this was only 9am. "It will be
definitely be after 9 tonight, that should give you enough time to get to
know one another again." He hugged his son and went to the yard a happy
man.
Simon had already lit the copper fire and it would be ready when they got
home and the linney would be warm as well. They chucked their coats and
uniform jackets on the settee as well as their gas masks, they took boots
and shoes off and closed the door to the linney behind them.
It took an age for the first button to be undone as there was a priority
in the kissing department. Still, they managed it and two naked lovers
stood looking at the joy of one another's beautiful bodies once again.
"You have lost a lot of weight Simon, I will have to fatten you up."
"What on OUR rations? I think I will be like this for some time, anyway
cheeky I'm not too bad, am I?"
"You look amazing, you always did. Come on bath time." It was a struggle
but they managed to just wash one another without tempting providence
finishing each other off there and then, the main event would take place
in bed very soon.
Clean, dry and smelling wonderful they got to the bottom of the ladder
and had their first fight in months over who should go up first, both
wanted to go last because it would be a better view. Tony won and Simon
went slowly up as "Nero" fiddled with his nuts and just about every thing
else besides.
These two young men laid together naked and began the long journey to
their particular heaven. They twisted their bodies all over the bed to
allow access, or give it, as hands tongues and lips explored every
millimetre of the other, over and over again. It wasn't all serious love
making though.

"Oh Christ Tony its so nice to look at your body again, it has been so
long, I had even forgotten that mole just inside your left bum cheek."
"I haven't got one on my left bum cheek or anywhere else."
"Oh, must have been someone else then."
The fight was not all that serious and was in two halves, the first for
Simon winding Tony up and second a fight to grab the Vaseline jar. Simon
won this time and with both of them as hard as nails and more rampant
than a field of rabbits, Simon greased both of them, got Tony on his back
with his legs over his shoulders. He put his cock head against Tony's
button and pushed gently until the door opened and he was back where he
belonged and Tony wanted him to be.
Simon waited for Tony to get used to him as it had been a long time since
he had been there. He lent over him, smiled and kissed him and while
doing so pushed further encouraged by Tony that it was not hurting and
even if it was, not to stop.

This could never last that long, but in the short time it did both young
men were once again coupled together in the most beautiful way and all
the time kissing their way right to the end. When it arrived they both
froze momentarily and then off loaded as never before. Tony's was visible
of course and both of them looked at the mass of cum which Simon squashed
over both of them as he laid on top of Tony kissing his lovely mouth.

An hour later Simon was on his back with his arm around Tony's shoulders
and Tony laying on Simon's chest playing with his cock.
"I love you so much."
"I love you so much as well."
"Are you going to wank me off?"
"So long as you do me afterwards?"
"Deal."

They got out of bed and went back to the copper that had been refilled
with clean water and was ready for them. They cuddled up with Tony
leaning against Simon's chest and their legs tucked up to allow more
room. Simon was having the time of his life washing Tony's front all the
way down between his legs. Tony just had to put up with it.

Tony had been given leave because for that whole time it would be taken
up in study and written work and he would have been in his room doing it
anyway. His CO was rather generous in giving leave, but so far the work
by all his trainees was extremely  good and so why not send them home to
do the studying. The CO also knew that those like Tony would be sent to
areas that demanded exceptional commitment and skill. Tony did not know
it, but he was heading for rapid promotion and earmarked to be one of the
first of the Medical Corps to land when the invasion of Europe was
launched. No one knew where at that time, but many were engaged in
planning it. That included planning covert operations when specialists
would be taken to France and meet up with the resistance groups to carry
out observations and sabotage on anything German.

Tony got stuck into his studying and demanded that he did not do any
domestic work and left it all to the Lieutenant RNVR.
"Yes Corporal, an honour Corporal, kiss your ass Corporal?"
"Not now, I'm busy."
"Yes Corporal." Then Simon whispered "Fuck you Corporal."
"Later."
"Bloody hell, did you hear that?"
"No, but I knew you would say it. Now shut up."
"Yes Cor................"
"SHUT!............UP!" Simon creased himself and Tony kissed him.

It was a lovely time and of course it all went too quickly. They only
went to the yard once and just to meet the lads again. They divided their
time between Tony studying, Simon doing the domestics, moaning the entire
time and going to the hut. They were there the day before Tony had to go
back.

They were sitting in their usual position, facing one another with Tony
sitting between Simon's legs and of course arms wrapped round one
another and kissing. They had not made love yet and just talked.
"I wonder when we will be together again Simon. Its really strange, I
hate the war, I hate not being with you, I hate the risks, but I love the
Medical Corps and all the things I am trained to do and the training I am
doing now. Do you think its daft me thinking about becoming a doctor when
this shit is over?"
"NO! Of course not, I think its a great idea and you will make a good
one. It will take a lot of time and you would have to train in London I
guess, still, there are things called trains and we can see quite a lot
of each other. I hope I can go back to the yard and continue to work with
dad. He hopes we will get orders for the new hulls after the war is over.
We will have to wait and see. I have a good idea, you can do physicals on
me if you want to practise? I have got a pain in my ass you might like to
look at."
"You have always been a pain in the ass and just about to get a bigger
one, bend over."
"Yes doctor."

"Stay safe Tony and come home when ever you can." All three were standing
at the front door after yet another quiet breakfast and nobody able to
say much. Tony thanked Andrew and promised to come home even if Simon was
not there.
The two of them walked down the path towards the front gate, but Tony
stopped and went back to Andrew.
"I need a cuddle." The two of them embraced with Simon looking on and
thanked his luck in his choice of boyfriend!

The tension was exactly the same as all the other times they had seen one
another off. Quite apart from them going their separate ways it was
always more difficult as they did not know when they would be together
again. They were both off to new units and at least that would keep them
busy and not have time to think about the separation too much, not until
they went to bed at least.

This was now 1942 and both 20 year olds would be well into 1943 before
they would meet again and during that time much would happen to both, and
beyond.
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