Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 02:07:55 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>

Subject: The Hut/4

"I fucking lied!"
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It was now the end of April and once again our boys were back on
patrol defending one of His Majesties wooden huts. So far no encounters
with the enemy had materialised which was no bad thing because if there
had been one, all three would have been caught with their pants down,
literally. This time was no exception and all that needs to be said is
that if the Germans had been aware of what was going on in this
particular hut, Adolf would have been REALLY pissed off at a missed
opportunity. Mind you A.H. had his sights elsewhere at this time and 1940
would prove to be very good for him and his like minded filth, but a year
that threatened to take Briton to the point of surrender and utter
humiliation.

Meanwhile, three lovely boys were cuddled up together after having made
love to one another and oblivious to European events, they were fast
asleep!

"Fuck! Come on you wankers were late!" Spike was already up and getting
dressed.
"Piss off Spike, anyone would think there's a war on." Simon snuggled
back into Tony and Spike looked down at them and smiled, they looked so
good like that.

"Come ON you cunts, wake up!" He kicked the pair of them which did the
trick and with both Simon and Tony threatening to kill him they did as
they were told and 10 minutes later they were riding hard back to Hamble.
All three would be late for work and there could be awkward questions as
to why they were, but really it was only Spike who could get questions
asked.

He worked at his father's garage who was a stickler for punctuality and
did not except any excuse for lateness even if there was good reason for
it. The world revolved around Mr Smith's world and nobody, not even his
wife or son, was permitted to deviate from that world and have a life of
their own. Mr Smith was a very unpleasant individual who would not have
been able to get his head around the fact that his son finally found
happiness, but only because he had fallen in love with another boy. Simon
did not know that and Spike would never tell him, not now anyway as he
was pretty sure about Simon and Tony.

Spike was lucky, his father had an appointment in Southampton and
he would not know his son had been late. He got into his overalls and
went to work on the new machinery that was turning out airframe parts for
the new Spitfires coming into service with the Royal Air Force. Spike
spent two hours working until the horn sounded for the 5 minute
midmorning break. He got his mug of tea and two biscuits and found a
quiet place so he could think. By the time the horn sounded again, his
mind was made up, but he would have to wait until he was 18 on the 10th
June.

Mr Smith had also made his mind up and he signed the new contract which
would make him even more better off financially, so long as the Allies
won the war of course. The 49 year old Mr Smith had not only secured his
financial security, he had made doubly sure he would not get called up
and would be safe from the possibility of any danger to himself. Business
can be SO risky at times. There would be many "Mr Smiths" who would
benefit from this war and would claim their "commitment" to the fight
against the evil of Nazi Germany, but at the same time checking the
progress of their bank accounts.

"OH!? Soooo glad you two got here! You have either sorted the Nazis
out and we can get back to normal, or you found a couple of short
sighted girls to impress?"
"Tony said he got something stuck up his ass and we had to wait until he
got rid of it. Spike and me think it was a torpedo up his bum." Andrew
Walsh looked at both of them and wished he had never asked the question.
"Fuck off the pair of you and get to work." Simon and Tony smiled at one
another and did as they were told. Andrew saw the smiles as well.

The two were now working together all day every day and they both knew
they had become more than very close. Neither mentioned it and only for
one reason, Spike. Simon did not want to upset his friend or even loose
him AS a friend after all it was Spike who had opened the door which
proved beyond all doubt what he was. Spike was the same of course and for
that brief time together they confirmed over and over again what they had
known about themselves for a very long time. Then of course Tony came
along and every thing changed.
One huge benefit was that nobody took any notice of them at work because
most of the men were in pairs anyway. It was not uncommon during
breaks for Simon and Tony to go off to look at "Peace."
"Fancy doing some work on her after we finish tonight Tony?"
"Course."
"Fancy a snog?"
"Okay."
"Don't say a lot do you?"
"Nah."

Tony continued not to say a lot during the next two months and by the
start of May they had got to the point that hull production was at its
height and partly because they were now working 12 hours on and 12 off.
Andrew worked out a rota that would give each pair one weekend off a
month. The up side to this was Simon and Tony had the same one of course,
but the down side was the patrols almost stopped and only carried on
because they volunteered to do one during their weekend off.
After some sweet talking to his father, Spike was also given permission
to go on the patrols as well, but only because he had been told of his
future work at the garage and Spike had no choice but agreed to it. He
would be working full time with the new equipment that would be installed
soon to mass produce military webbing, back and side packs, ammunition
pouches, kit bags, gaiters and all the brass fittings. There was also one
other item to be produced that would mean the British forces could go to
war fully equipped and fully prepared, brass buttons. Spike would be
responsible for the new workshop once it was up and running and would
earn a good wage, two pounds ten shillings per week about ten shillings
more than the average wage, however he had other plans and he would only
tell Simon and Tony about them when they got to the hut again.

The three of them arrived at 6pm and now that they had organized
themselves much better over the weeks Simon prepared the meal while Tony
got the wood burner going. Spike went for a walk to get more fire
wood and think about what he was going to tell the other two in the
morning. He just wanted one more time when they would be naked together.
He smiled at the thought of it, but knew it would end up in tears, well
for him anyway. It was the 1st of May 1940, a very significant month of
the war.

Once again Simon cooked a good meal and they sat on the floor eating the
vegetable stew and thick chunks of bread. Rationing had already been
introduced and there would be a great need to produce your own food.
Simon grew his own from their large garden of course and for as long as
he had the flour, bake the bread.

"The war is going bad don't you think, our boys and the French are having
a hell of a fight. We could very well be in deep shit. What do you two
think?" Spike asked them.
"I think the Germans are too strong for us. My dad says they have been
building up their forces for years now and we have done fuck all about
it. Churchill has been warning the other politicians and all they think
he is a war monger and that we should stay out of it. Dad also said that
even if we do, Hitler could invade us sometime. I think we should get all
our troops back home and get ready to beat the fuckers off." Simon did
not know it, but many more thought like him. Events would of course
turned out quite differently for millions in Europe. Nobody knew it then,
but the most evil of mass murders was enjoying his war and would have the
upper hand for at least another two years. However, it would not go ALL
Hitler's way.

After they had cleared away they began to settle down for the evenings
fun. Spike wanted to control this one as he was certain it would be the
last with him involved. For some time now he was convinced Simon and Tony
were involved and it was a case of two's company, three's a crowd. He
knew he was in love with Simon, but it would be coming to an end anyway,
he was determined to join the navy.

His mind went back to the last time they were in the hut almost a month
before. He was sure Simon had not been so keen as the other times and
could not wait until they had all laid down in their usual pre sleep
positions and he would have Tony in front of him with his arms round his
body again. Spike could not be certain, but he was sure he was right.
It became clearer after they had all dropped off.

Spike did not know what woke him up, but one minute he was fast asleep,
the next, wide awake. He was on his side facing Simon who, as always, was
in between himself and Tony. There was sufficient light to look at the
boys who were also awake and he had a clear view of them as they quietly
kissed and stroked one another. Simon's back was towards Spike and he
would have no idea they were being watched. Spike just looked at them and
as he did, the sight of them like that caused a certain part of him to
join in. It was a wonderful sight.

He laid quietly just looking on and it was obvious both boys were getting
close as their breathing became more audible and the stroking much
quicker. Suddenly they both froze and could not help gasp out as each of
them delivered, all over the other.
Spike had to force himself to stop stroking, he didn't want them to know
he was awake, it could have spoilt the whole thing for them. He watched
as Simon got on top of Tony and continued to kiss him. He needed to get
his back to them and pretend he was still asleep and at the same time
mumbled something, snorted a couple of times and turned round. He heard
them laugh quietly and smiled as they whispered their love to one
another. "Time to move on Spike my boy," he told himself and fell asleep.

Spike got his way and after they had got themselves to the point of who
was going to do what to whom, he just told them. "Fuck me Simon and I
will suck you Tony." Like this he would have Simon inside him one more
time, have the lovely Tony's cock to suck, BUT the most important thing?
Simon and Tony could kiss their way through the whole time like this,
perfect Spike thought.
That is exactly what happened and it would take a long time for it all to
come to its inevitable conclusion, all three of them would never forget
this or indeed the other times they had been like this. It had been
beautiful.

Spike woke up before the other two and sat up looking down at them and
once again smiled at this lovely sight. By now Tony had turned with his
back to Simon with Simon's arms around his body. They looked wonderful
and Spike surprised himself by not being quite so upset as he thought he
would be and in any case being in love with someone in 1940 could bring
about massive problems for all lovers. This being a homosexual love was
even more of a problem he thought. Maybe he was best out of it after all,
still it was going to take time for him to stop loving Simon he was sure
of that.

"Do you mean you are just going and not tell your parents Spike?" They
had cleared the hut up and would be ready to leave in a half hour. "Yes
and for several reasons. I'm buggered if all I am going to do is work for
my dad pressing out brass buttons for as long this war lasts. We will all
get called up anyway and I'm going to join up before that happens. I'm
going to miss you two a lot, but we all have to move on some time anyway
and now is the right time for me. I know you two are in love and I want
you to have time before you too get involved with this fucking war and
all I hope is we all come through it. We will, I know it."

Simon and Tony were trying to sort this out. Ok they would now have time
to themselves, but with Spike gone it was an end to a period in all their
lives that had been more than special.
"Simon can I leave some stuff at you place? I will pack a few things and
pick them up when I go. I have altered my birth certificate and made
myself a year older and typed a letter from my dad giving his permission
for me to join up and forged his signature, I should get away with it."
Simon and Tony were still catching up and there was still one surprise
left from Spike.
"Look, its none of my business what you do, but why don't you ask your
dad if Tony could move in with you Simon, that way you will be together
more and nobody will think its strange. There are loads of city kids in
the country now and if you two lived together it wont raise any eyebrows.
Still, its up to you. RIGHT, come on one last cuddle and we better be
off." The cuddle was long, tender and full of emotion. Spike broke away
and smiled at both of them. "I wont come here again, but promise me you
two will still come back, promise?" Neither boy could say a thing and
just nodded. Spike went out followed by the other two and watched him as
he got on his bike and flew down the path. They looked at their bikes,
all four tyres had been deflated. Spike had to concentrate like mad as
the tears poured down his face blurring his vision. He angrily wiped them
away and for once would be glad to get back home.

"He is in love with you Simon and I know how he feels. It makes me
scared, you are the only person I ever loved like the way I do
and.............." Simon shut Tony up by kissing him.
"God knows were all this is going, but I will NEVER stop loving you no
matter what we are in for. Come on I have to cook dinner, dad will be
hungry by the time he gets in. Oh, and your eating with us." They got on
their bikes now that they had put air in the tyres and cycled home in
silence.

"Dad can Tony move in with us?" A simple question that only required a
simple answer. "Yes or No," but of course to the two seventeen year
olds it was a question that bought about a massive increase in heart rate
and a certain amount of breath holding. Andrew had his spoon halfway to
his mouth and stopped, thought and by the time it got all the way, he had
made up his mind. Two boys stared at him and only huge respect for his
dad stopped him from shouting at him to hurry up with the answer.
"Course he can. So long as you don't snore Tony?"
Simon was an intelligent lad, but at times it did not show that well. "No
he doesn't." Simon could not take it back and when he looked at Tony he
saw a boy who's expression said everything that was not that
complimentary.
"Good, just hope grandma and grandpa wont mind." It had been their bed
all their married life.

It took just a couple of hours for them to collect Tony's few belongings
and say goodbye to his landlady and thank her. Back at the cottage the
boys tried there best not to appear too excited about the prospect of
spending the next few million years sleeping together and go about
putting Tony's things away. A couple of small problems showed up, they
first had to work out who was going to bath first, Simon. Then they had
to work out if they should go to bed together or separately, they went
together. Andrew took no notice at all and just sat there reading the
paper. It was all bad news.

"Goodnight dad, see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight you two, sleep well."
"Goodnight Mr Walsh and thanks for having me stay."
"That's fine Tony, just remember not to snore, Simon says you don't and
that's good enough for me." They went up the ladder as slowly as they
thought was about right and not appear too enthusiastic. Back down in the
living room Andrew was staring at his paper and not reading anything.

This was going to be perfect. They could cuddle up and not have a problem
because when Andrew came to bed he made enough noise to wake the dead and
they would have plenty of time to separate. They got into bed, cuddled in
tight and kissed. It was always cold in the loft and that's why pajamas
and several blankets were a must. All this did was make it even more of a
turn on as they undid one another's pajama cords and slip a hand in. It
would not be long before both jackets were also undone and Simon on top
of Tony. At the first sound of movement at the bottom of the ladder both
boys kissed, did themselves up and Simon went to the other side of the
bed with his back to Tony. Once Andrew was in bed they could have got
back together, but did not trust themselves, they would make too much
noise.

A couple of days later Spike called in at the boat yard with a small suit
case and gave it to Simon to take back with him.
"Bloody hell it didn't take you long to move in Tony. Good is it?"
"I didn't have a choice, but no complaints, I love it there and him."
Tony nodded at Simon to indicate who he was referring to just in case
Spike forgot. There were smiles all round and everyone was happy. They
were in "Peace" and the last of the decking was now in place. Simon hoped
he and Tony could start on the fitting out, but with everything else
going on it did not seem likely. Spike left and the boys went back to
work. It was all so different for them now and they could not be happier,
but they were also aware of what was going on in Europe. The whole
country followed the news and there was not much to be happy about. It
was now 10th May and when the news came through that German forces had
invaded the Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg and France it seemed fairly
obvious that the British Expeditionary Force could be in a lot of
trouble. They and the French were being pushed north towards the channel
and were fighting to try to stop the German advance.

That evening the three of them were eating their evening meal and the
only conversation was war. Like so many others the only option was to get
the troops home and get ready for a German invasion. "Well, we have got
Churchill in Number 10 at last, lets hope he can make a difference. We
need him and a lot of luck." Andrew suddenly laughed out loud which took
the boys by surprise. "Don't worry lads, we will fight the buggers off.
Let me show you something." He got up and went to his desk, opened a
drawer and took a box out. He bought it back to the table, opened it up
and took out his old service revolver, a .38 Enfield. "There, that will
stop the bastards if they invade! Problem is i,ve only got 10 bullets!"
He handed it to the boys who immediately got into cowboy mode and pissed
Andrew off! "Only men can handle it from now on and it will be years
before you two qualify. Right, I have to go and meet the Major at the pub
in an hour. I expect you will be in bed by the time I get back, I'm off
for a bath, you two can clear up."

It was a tight squeeze but it was even more fun as they faced one another
in the copper. They had no option but to wrap arms and legs round each
other to make room, an option they loved. After a lot of kissing and
stroking they stood up and had a wonderful time washing one another and
also spent a rather long time with one of them remaining standing and the
other sitting on the side of the copper while they sucked a very hard
cock. "Fuck Tony, lets get to bed, NOW!" They scrambled out and dried off
and went naked to bed. It took some time to warm up which in itself was a
huge bit of fun and each took it in turns to go below and work on a
lovely cock. The time had come and with Tony on his front Simon got on
top and very slowly entered him and began to stroke himself into that
wonderful rear end. It was fantastic made even better as they moved
positions a few times. Simon could hold back any longer, he was now on
his back with Tony finishing him off. Simon called out as he came and for
the first time they had made full love in Grandma and Granddad's bed.
Tony would not make love to Simon as he had also dumped his loads as
Simon had come inside him.
They were fast asleep when Andrew got back and only because of the row he
made climbing the ladder, allowed Simon to separate from Tony and get to
"his" side of Grandma's bed. It could not go on like this though and they
would get caught out soon.

By the 20th the news coming back from France could not get much worse. By
now The British and French were being pushed back towards Dunkirk and the
only action that slowed the Germans down was determined defence and
counter attacks, but time was running out. There were already plans being
drawn up to rescue as many troops as possible by sending war ships to
Dunkirk harbour to pick them up.

The boys went to bed late on the 24th and the reason for that was the
Major had called in to talk to Andrew and the boys did not want to miss
out on the conversation.
"Ships are already on their way Andrew, but God knows how many they will
get off and its quite possible Dunkirk will be bombed which could stop
the evacuation."
"EVACUATION? Christ we are in deep shit Trevor."
"I have a friend in the war office and went to London to meet him
yesterday, he is saying nothing but just looking at him tells me its all
bad. CHRIST, why didn't Chamberlin stand down and get Winston in Number
10 sooner? All that man did was try to appease Germany and make a deal.
Andrew, things are going to get worse before they get better, if indeed
they do at all." Andrew poured another double rum and handed a glass to
Trevor. Simon coughed out loud and looked at his dad. "Men only." He said
looking his son and then said, "oh what the fuck." and poured two more
doubles. "Down in one you two." The boys threw the rum down their throats
and nearly choked to death. The two men split themselves and Andrew
poured two more. "Here, drink these, you will be fine." Five minutes
later the boys staggered up the ladder and fell into bed. They cuddled up
together and there they stayed all night. They did not hear Andrew come
up and when he had got into Simon's room he stood on his one leg looking
down at them for quite some time. Simon was behind Tony with his arms
around him and could not possibly get any closer. After some time he
hopped into his room and got into bed his mind doing cartwheels. "Oh
Jesus!" He scrambled out of bed and again stared down at them and froze
as Simon moved and wrapped his arms even tighter around Tony. "Maybe just
cuddled up for comfort after all the country was in deep trouble and they
could even be invaded soon? Of COURSE that must be it." He hopped back
into bed not believing a word he had just thought.

The phone ringing woke them all up. Simon shouted to his dad that he
would answer it and got out of bed. It was the Major. "Dad is just coming
Major, hang on please."
"Hello Trevor, this must be important." It was 6am.
Simon went to the range and poked some life into the fire and put
another couple of logs on. He filled the kettle and put it on the hot
plate then got mugs out. "Right Trevor, thanks." He hung up and sat down.
Tony came down and sat at the table.

"Trevor has just told me there will be a broadcast at 7 o'clock, he
thinks there will be a request going out for as many boats as possible to
go to Ramsgate or Dover and then to Dunkirk to help rescue the lads. We
will get Peace back in the water after we hear the broadcast."
"Who will go with you dad?"
"Don't know. I will ask for volunteers."
"Me."
"And me." Andrew looked at the two boys and thought of them cuddled up
together in bed. His mind flashed back to 1915 when he had told his
father he wanted to join the Navy and like these two he was
also seventeen. "Well done my boy, well done." He looked at them again
and realised what must have gone through his own fathers mind.
"Well done lads, well done."
"And Spike dad?"
"Hey, don't push it. This is a rescue not a fucking day out to France!"
"He is a great mechanic dad and I could do with help with the engines."
"Ring him after the news at seven."

They sat around the radio and listened to the instructions which was for
all sea worthy boats of any size to got to Ramsgate or Dover by the
26th and from there they would cross the channel to bring troops off the
beaches. "Civilian crews can man their boats so long as they are
experienced otherwise Royal or Marine sailors will commandeer boats and
sail them."

"Right, what's Spikes phone number?" It happened that Spike answered and
listened as Andrew told him what he Simon and Tony were going to do.
"Simon says you are a good mechanic Spike and wonder if you would like to
come with us, but it could be dangerous, understand that."
"That's fine Mr Walsh......" There was a pause and Andrew could hear
Spike telling his father about going with the others to Dunkirk. "Mr
Walsh my dad wants to talk to you." Andrew went through the whole thing
again and had to put up with Smith's objections and his refusal to allow
Spike to go and his disgust that he would take two boys into danger.
"There are a lot of boys hoping their fathers will be saved Mr Smith. I
would have thought we were all in this together, still its up to you.
Goodbye." He put the phone down and swore. "Right, breakfast and get into
sea gear. Simon see what you can find for Tony. We will go by ourselves,
you will just have to keep the engines running yourself Simon, you know
them well enough. Still, we need to get her in the water and give her a
run out."

They got to the yard by 8am and began to uncover Peace and at the same
time fired up the boiler in " the bitch" as she was affectionately know
by the men. When that had been done and "the bitch" was up to
pressure they put slings under "Peace" and with everyone praying the old
steam crane would do her job, she was lifted and put back in the water.
Once there they were all over her like a rash checking everything out
before taking her out into the Southampton water to give her a run out.
They filled both fuel tanks and also 10 fuel cans that held 5 gallons
each. Andrew rang the local Cottage Hospital and sent Tony there to pick
up the first aid supplies they promised. But, there was a problem with
the port engine.

They sailed from the Hamble river and from there at full speed up the
Southampton water. After an hour the port engine spluttered a few times
and had to be shut down. It took twice as long to get back as the tide
was running against them and they were anxious about the health of the
starboard engine. "Fuck it, here we are hoping to get to France and
already a problem." None of them felt at all confident.

Simon and one of the other men went to work, but after an hour it had
still not been repaired. Simon had a thought and went to the office and
rang Spike's garage. He was in luck, his old man was out.
"I was coming down to the yard anyway and come with you if its ok with
your dad Simmo. My dad is out and I can get the fuck out of here. I want
to get my case from your place, can you let me in?"
"You don't have to, its not locked. Go up the ladder that goes into our
bedroom, your case is under the bed."
"Will your dad have a problem with me on board, he knows my dad says I
cant go?"
"We will hide you, it will be too late after we go."
"He will kill you Simmo and then me."
"No he wont, he will be mad at me, but he has been before and I'm still
here. By the way, why do you want your case now?"
"Well, i,m assuming we will go back to Dover or Ramsgate with troops and
if we do I am going to go to the nearest recruiting office and win the
war for us."

It took longer than Andrew wanted, but finally the engine was fixed and
running well. He thanked Spike for his help and shook his hand. He took
Simon and Tony back to the cottage to raid the pantry and Simon got his
binoculars and they were as ready as they could be.

Simon worked out that getting to Dover would take 10/11 hours assuming
the weather stayed as it was now and they could maintain 8 knots. "It
will be dark when we get there, but we should be in reasonable time to
sail with the others tomorrow."

Andrew took "Peace" out into the Southampton Waters and they began the
first leg of a journey that would change all of them.

"Dad if I told you Spike is on board, would you kill me?"
"No son, I would never do that."
"Dad, Spike is on board."
"I fucking lied!"
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