Date: Wed, 3 May 2006 01:21:43 -0400
From: jamieanderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: The Fall of 1941

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                          The Fall Of 1941

The Prologue

Uncle Tim died last summer. He wasn't really my uncle. As kids
in our family, we were never allowed to call adults by their
first names so he got the courtesy title of 'uncle'. He was, in
truth, the life-long lover of uncle John, who, in turn, was
really my great uncle.

Uncle John had died about ten years before Tim. They had been
the  'well-heeled ones' in our family and they had lived
together in a  large country house. My mother told me that, when
she was a girl,  they were also the 'skeleton in the family
cupboard'.

As a kid I had loved staying with them. Oh, they never tried
anything on with me; my mother would have killed them if they
had. But they were two fun guys. You know the kind, the well-off
uncles, who always buy you the sort of toys you would never
normally get, oh, and let you do things you would never ever be
allowed to do. The pair of them taught me to drive when I was
ten-years-old! I had to sit on a cushion to see over the wheel,
and it was a stick-shift.

When I grew up and got married they paid the deposit on our
house as a wedding present. Then John died and we got a nice
little nest egg as an inheritance. But the big shock came when
Tim died and I inherited everything! There was the house and all
its contents, the cars and a shockingly large investment
portfolio.

It appears that John's father had owned a company that
manufactured the old glass tubes that they used to use in
radios. Then, in the late thirties, television came along and he
reckoned to make a killing by making the tubes for TV sets. So
he invested a lot of money in the research and development for
the higher frequency tubes. Then John got hit by a double
whammy, his dad had a fatal heart attack and World War Two
erupted. This left him in charge of the company, and the
television industry went into hibernation for the duration,
taking all prospects of sales of the new tubes with it.

However the British had invented Radar, and it used the same
kind of tube as the television industry used. As the USA was
still officially neutral he was secretly sent to England by the
US government with a view to supplying the British with tubes.
There he met Tim and, when he returned, Tim came with him.

Now that was as much as I knew until last month when I finally
got round to doing a total inventory of the house. There I found
many things of interest; it was an Aladdin's cave, but two
documents were most revealing. One was John's diaries of his
trip to England and the time immediately afterwards, and the
other was an old school jotter (that is the actual term used on
its cover) which belonged to Tim.

I've extracted the relevant parts from the diaries and
reproduced the 'jotter' in full. I have tried to merge them
chronologically, but while John carefully dated his entries Tim
just wrote one continuous manuscript. So it may be a little
disjointed in places.

I think that I'll start with the jotter...

Chapter 1 (Tim's Jotter)

My life has just come to a stop! Mrs Larkin came to my bedroom,
and for the first time ever, she knocked and waited until I told
her to come in. One look at her face was enough to tell me she
had some terrible news.

"Your mum and dad are both dead," she blurted out, "it were a
bomb what did it."

"It hit the house? They didn't go to the shelter?" I asked,
stunned.

"Oh, they got to the shelter all right, but it took a direct
hit. Them shelters are no good if it's a direct hit."

She didn't hug me or anything; she just went away and got on
with making the breakfast for the guests. I suppose that I cried
a lot; I don't really remember the rest of that day. The next
day I pinched this jotter from school. I'll use it to keep a
record of my last days. I'm sure that I'm going to be killed in
this war. I hate living with the Larkins. They run a guesthouse
and I'm not a paying guest, I'm an 'evacuee'. They sent all us
kids out of London because of the bombing.

At first it looked like it was going to be fun, like the Sunday
school picnic. We all went to the station, hundreds of us, kids
and parents. We all had labels round our necks with our names
and details on them. But only the kids got on the train; all the
parents were left on the platform. Then the mothers started
crying, and some of the kids did too. I didn't cry then, but if
had I known that I'd never see mum and dad again, I would have.

The Larkins don't really hate me; it's just that I'm a burden as
I don't pay my way, and they make sure that I know it. I have
the very worst room in the house, right up in the attic. The gas
doesn't run up here any more. There was a leak and they didn't
bother to fix it, they just cut the gas off to this floor. So
there is no heat and I've got to use candles for light. But of
course, I can't complain.

Mrs Larkin won't give me any money to buy toothpaste! She says
that I don't need it as all my teeth will have to be pulled out
by the time I'm twenty, just like everyone else. I had promised
my mum and dad that I'd brush my teeth every day.

Mrs Larkin says now I'll have to leave school after Christmas
and get a job. Mum and dad were hoping that I would win a
scholarship and go to university. But I don't suppose that's
going to happen now.

She won't even buy me long trousers. I'm the only boy in the
class now still wearing shorts. But, she says that there is
plenty wear left in them yet and I don't have enough clothing
coupons for a pair of long trousers. I think she used my coupons
for that new dress of hers.

As there is no electricity in this house the radio works of
batteries and an accumulator. They only ever switch it on for
the news, and that's all about the war. When I asked to hear
Tommy Handley in the ITMA show, Mr Larkin just said that it was
a waste of the batteries.

Just when I thought I'd hit rock bottom something else happened
to make things worse. I'm being turned out from my room! Some
Yank is coming tomorrow and all the guest rooms are full, so
he's getting mine. I'm to be moved to the box room and I've got
to help Mr Larkin clean out all the junk today.

Tonight is my last night in this bed. Tomorrow 'he' arrives and
I'm in the box room. It is only next door, so it has no gas
either. I don't even have a bed in there, only a mattress on the
floor. There's no furniture either, just an old coat rack for me
to hang my things on.

Chapter 2 (John's Diary)

Mon 10-20-41

Shit! I hate this country already and I've just got off the
plane.  The flight over from Gander was absolute hell,
Newfoundland to  Aldergrove in the belly of a bomber. The noise
was unbelievable, there was only coffee and sandwiches available
and, to cap it all, we had a woman pilot! Then I arrived and it
was pissing down with rain.

However, my mood improved when I was taken to meet the American
liaison officer, it was Bert Hall. I went to school and college
with his boy, Mike. One night, when we were at college, Mike got
drunk, stole a car and crashed it. Fortunately he was sober
enough to get the Hell out of it before the cops arrived. But,
they had a suspicion that it was him. He only escaped punishment
because I lied through my teeth and said he had been with me all
night. His dad found out the truth and now old Bert thinks the
sun shines out of my ass.

First thing he gave me was a 'goodies pack'. This turned out to
be a briefcase filled with the strangest things sugar, coffee,
chocolate, nylon stockings and even some condoms. Apparently all
these things are either rationed or in short supply over here
and it seems that a small 'gift' will open doors. When I
inquired about the nylons, Bert laughed saying that they opened
more legs than doors, and gave me a dirty grin. Then I got a
temporary ration book. He also gave me a long lecture on
security. God, they seem to think that there is a spy listening
to every casual conversation. Lastly he gave me my itinerary. It
looks like I'm in for a busy few weeks.

Fri 10-11-1941

Oh God, I'm bushed and totally sick of this country. Everything
is ass backwards. They drive on the wrong side of the road and
the light switches are upside down. The money drives me mad,
pounds, shillings and pence, with twelve pennies to the shilling
and twenty shillings to the pound. It's cold, wet, there is no
central heating, just miserable little coal fires, practically
no food and even Whisky is in short supply. God alone knows why,
they make the stuff only a few hundred miles away. There are no
available men; they are all in the forces. It's all old men,
boys or the sick and the lame.

Bert was right everything is rationed. Hell, when I check into a
hotel the first thing that they want off me is my ration book.
It isn't only food either; you can't buy clothes without
coupons! There is no gasoline for private cars, so I'm on public
transport. I really don't know how these Brits manage. If I
complain they just shrug and say, "There is a war on, y'know"

Bert gave me a flashlight that gives out almost no light, but
it's all you're allowed to use in the blackout. It is lethal on
the streets after dark, all of the traffic is only allowed
pitiful lights so crashes happen all the time. I've resolved to
stay indoors after dark.

Thank God that bastard Kennedy has chucked the job of
Ambassador. He kept trying to poison Roosevelt's mind by sending
reports that the  Brits were giving up. Nothing could be further
from the truth.

But, for me things look like getting worse as I'm not even in a
hotel at my next stop, just a guesthouse. Fortunately I've still
a lot left in my goodie pack; I think I'll be needing it.

Mon 11-3-1941

This place is the pits. I'm stuck in some fucking attic room
that isn't even heated. There is no electricity in the whole
damn house, just gas. Mind you, given the reliability of the
electric supply, gas ain't so bad. But, the gas doesn't even get
as far as my room. Mrs. Larkin, the landlady, had the nerve to
tell me I was lucky.  Apparently she had to chuck some 'evacuee'
out just to accommodate me. He must be a kid as he's at school
just now. I'll give him some chocolate later to make up for it.
I gave her some things from my goodie kit. It helped to put a
smile on her face.

Would you believe that I'm writing this by candlelight! Fuck,
we're almost half way through the twentieth century and I'm in
the business of selling the most sophisticated electronic
equipment on the planet, and I'm writing by candlelight!

Anyway, I met the kid at dinner tonight. He's called Tim, and he
is very shy. I gave him one of the bigger bars of chocolate.
Good God, the way he looked at it you'd think I'd given him a
bar of gold. He keeps looking at me and, if he was about five
years older, I'd swear he was trying to get me into bed. He is
very beautiful, for a boy.  Slightly androgynous, only the
haircut and short trousers mark him as male.

Everyone else was busy talking about the war, so no one noticed
us watching each other. I just could not get over how attractive
he is.  Like one small, beautiful flower in an endless grey
wilderness. After dinner I showed Tim how a radio works. He was
surprised that I could draw the schematic from memory. Tomorrow
night is the full moon, or 'bomber's moon', as they call it
here. So the chances of an air raid are a bit higher. Not that
I'm worried, there is a shelter just across the street. I've
been making sure that I know where the nearest shelter is, ever
since I got here. I've lived through six  'raids' but I've yet
to hear a bomb fall.

Chapter 3 (Tim's Jotter)

He arrived while I was at school. He is very different from
anyone that I have ever met before. He talks like they do in the
films. I like his accent and it makes me feel all funny inside
when he speaks to me. He is very handsome and when he smiles it
makes me feel happy too. He gave me a huge bar of chocolate; why
there must be more than a month's worth of sweet ration in it.
I've never seen such a big bar. So far I've only eaten one
square. Maybe it will last me until Christmas, if I take it
slowly. I'm still unhappy about losing my room, but he is such a
nice person that I don't mind so much now.

He says that I must call him John. I've never been allowed to
call a grown up by his first name before. This evening he showed
me how a radio works! He just sat down and drew out what he
called a circuit diagram and told me what each bit did. I think
he knows more than even my dad, well, more than my dad did.

It's almost a full moon tonight, and it's a clear night. I'll
bet we have an air raid; it's almost as bad here now as it was
in London.  This room is even colder than my old one. I think
I'll have another square of that chocolate as I'm hungry.

The sirens woke me and I went down to the shelter with John. I
got frightened when we got to the door. I've been like that
about shelters ever since they told me what happened to mum and
dad. He asked me what was wrong and I lied, saying that I
sometimes wet myself in there. He told me it was nothing to be
ashamed of and to go take a leak down the side of the shelter.

Once we got inside the blackout curtain we saw that Mr Eldon,
from down the street had brought his Tilley lamp. He must have
got some paraffin for it. It hisses a lot, but it gives out a
good light and quite a bit of heat. Then I heard the bombers
coming and I got frightened again. John let me under his quilt
and I held on to him as it helped a bit. I suppose he was trying
to make me feel better when he said, "You're safe enough in an
air raid shelter."

So I told him what happened to mum and dad. He went quiet for a
while. Then the sirens went again and we all went home. None of
the bombs had come down close to us. When we went upstairs I
didn't really want to go back into that cold room so I sort of
got John to let me into his bed.

He was nice and warm, so I snuggled right up to him. He seemed
to want to talk and I told him how rotten the Larkins are to me.
He was moving his hand up and down my back so I pulled my jacket
up a little. Soon his hand was against my skin and that felt a
lot better.

He asked me if it was OK and I said it was. Then he asked me if
he was frightening me.  It was such a silly question that I
giggled. He kissed me goodnight on my forehead. My mum and dad
used to kiss me goodnight on the lips, so I looked up for a
kiss. Wow! Did I ever get a kiss. I never even dreamt that
anyone could kiss like that. His tongue was in my mouth and it
was moving around inside!

I noticed that I was hugging him very tightly and it felt good.
His hands were on my bum and that felt good too. So I put my
hands down the back of his pyjamas and ran them over his bum. It
was so hard and muscular. He even has hair there. Suddenly he
stopped kissing me and I asked why.

He said that we shouldn't be doing it. But I couldn't think why
not.  Well, I was enjoying it and I think he was too. He asked
what would happen if the Larkins found out. But how could they?
I certainly wasn't going to tell them, and neither was he, so we
went back to kissing again.

The next time we spoke I told him that I had a stiffy and he
said he had one too. I said that our willies must like each
other; well they had been pressed together for a long time. It
made him smile and I felt good.

He suggested that we 'jack off'. I don't always understand the
words he uses and I asked him to explain. Things got even more
confusing as he used more words that I had never heard before.
It seems that boys of my age 'play with themselves', whatever
that is. I asked him what that meant and he went all funny. Then
I asked him to show me what he meant, but he refused. I kept on
asking him until he kissed me.

I thought this was just to shut me up, but he kept on kissing
me, lower and lower down my body. It felt funny, but kind of
nice too.  When he got to my willy he put it in his mouth! I
should have asked him not to, but he started doing things that
felt so good that I couldn't stop him.

Anyway it was now too late for me, I could hardly think.
Suddenly I just knew that something was going to come out of my
willy and there was no way that I could help it. I tried to pull
his head off it so it wouldn't end up in his mouth. But he
wouldn't let me. Next thing I noticed that he had a finger
inside my bum and it was driving me crazy. Then it happened, the
whole world exploded out of my willy. I thought that I was dying
from sheer pleasure. I have never felt anything like it in my
life, and this wonderful man, John, did it.

I couldn't work out what had happened to me, it was really
weird. It was like John had been running my body, making it do
things that it had never done before, and it all felt so
wonderful. When I could manage it I asked him what had happened.

He then told me all the bits that my mum and dad had not
bothered telling me up till now. I knew that babies weren't
found under gooseberry bushes, or brought by storks. I had a
fair idea that they came out of their mother's tummies, but John
told me how they got in there in the first place.

It sounded both yucky and very exciting, until he told me the
worst bit; I was old enough to be a daddy myself! Now that
really scared me. I'm still at school. I'm only a kid. But I can
make babies?  However he said that I needed to do it with a
girl, so doing it with him was OK. I wanted to do it again. But
he said it was too soon and  I must wait a bit. So we cuddled.

I noticed that his willy was still very hard, while mine had
gone all soft again. I slipped my hand down and began to feel
his willy. It felt really strange. It seemed to have a life of
its own. It sort of jerked without him making it move. It was
part of him, but separate from him too, if you know what I mean.
Sometimes it would twitch and, after a while, I found how to
make it do that.

John rolled on to his back and let me play with it. Then he
taught me how to do it properly. I really didn't fancy putting
it in my mouth, but I felt that I had to do it. However he
wouldn't let me. He just found a hanky and held it ready.

He started to act really strange. His body got all tensed up,
like he was getting ready to fight or run away. I was going to
stop but he told me to keep on going. Then his back arched and
his bum came clear of the bed. His willy went wild in my hand
and I had trouble keeping hold on it. He whipped the hanky over
the end of it and caught whatever it is that came out. It was
white and cloudy. It smelled odd.

Once he had cleaned up he said we should go to sleep. But I
wanted to do it again. My willy was hard again and it felt nice
rubbing it up against his tummy. Finally he sighed and rolled me
onto my back. Then his head went down and I knew I was going to
get to do it again. But this time he forgot to put his finger in
me and I had to remind him. It took a bit longer this time and I
could notice what was happening to me. I tried to make my body
obey me, but it was no use. John was in charge again, so I just
let him do what he wanted with me. It was like being in Heaven.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing that I knew was
Mrs Larkin yelling up the stairs telling us breakfast was nearly
ready.

When we got downstairs to the dining room there was a smell that
I knew, but hadn't smelled for a long time, coffee! John had
brought it with him and he insisted that all the guests who
wanted some got a cup. Mrs Larkin wasn't too happy about that,
you could see it on her face. John also provided sugar and
butter. And, to top it all, it was an egg day! It was like
Christmas had come early. Everyone was happy, but I think Mrs
Larkin would have been happier if John had only shared his stuff
with her and Mr Larkin.

When breakfast was over, John and I went back upstairs. I had to
get ready for school. I stopped to say goodbye to him and he
kissed me.  He might still have been kissing me if Mrs Larkin
hadn't yelled up the stair telling me I was going to be late for
school. But he did say something before I went downstairs.

"Maybe I'll have a surprise for you tonight."

Chapter 4 (John's Diary)

Tue 11-4-194

Me and my mouth! At one o'clock the fucking sirens started and
woke me up. Thank God I had enough sense to grab the quilt off
the bed and put it over my shoulders. I met Tim on the way down
and we went to the shelter together. In the distance we could
see the searchlights and then the anti-aircraft batteries
started up. He was very nervous when we got to the shelter and I
asked him what was the matter with him.

He confessed, in a whisper, that he often wet himself when the
bombs fell. So I told him to go have a pee before he went in. He
slunk down the side of the shelter and did his business, then we
went in and found a seat in the corner. I wrapped the quilt
round both of us. There was one of those pressure kerosene lamps
hissing away, swinging from the ceiling, giving out a bit of
heat, but not much.

Then the bombers came over and boy, did they ever bomb us. As
soon as he heard the engines Tim grabbed hold of me. I put my
arm around him to comfort him and that made him snuggle right up
close. The poor kid was shaking with fear. I tried to tell him
he was quite safe in the air raid shelter. Then he said his
parents had been killed in one quite recently. I wish he hadn't
told me that.

We survived and eventually the 'all clear' sounded and we went
outside. The house was still there but we could see fires
burning a good distance away. When we got up to our floor Tim
was reluctant to let go of me. I asked him why and he said it
was freezing in his room. So, in a moment of madness, I said he
could spend the rest of the night with me. He jumped at the
offer.

Now, I know that I like having sex with men. But, I have always
done it with guys my own age. Shit, if I was just a handful of
years older I'd be old enough to be his father. So I resolved to
be good.

It is very hard to be good when you're in bed with a cute kid
who insists on cuddling you. My cock got hard right away and it
would not go down again. I tried talking to the kid. God the way
they treat him in this house! He never gets his full ration.
There is no form of entertainment for him and the tight bastards
won't even buy him toothpaste, which is really criminal as he
has a lovely set of teeth, and eyes for that matter. Yeah, I
could sit and look into his beautiful big brown eyes all night
long.

I had been running my hands up and down his back on the outside
of his PJs, just to warm him up a bit. Somehow my hands ended up
on the inside, right against his skin. I asked him if it was all
right and he said that he liked it. Something made me say, "If I
do anything that you don't like, or frightens you, just tell me
and I'll stop."

He just giggled a bit and snuggled closer. That's when I gently
kissed him on the forehead, just a little peck. When I moved my
head back he turned his face up towards mine. The gesture was
unmistakable and I gave him another little peck on the lips.
This time we didn't break and, somehow, please don't ask me why,
I went on to kiss him properly.

He didn't resist and my tongue slipped out of my mouth and into
his.  Suddenly he began to react, he grabbed me tightly and I
could feel his hard little cock pressing against mine. His hands
were abruptly on the inside of my PJs and running up and down my
back. Madness took possession of me and I let my hands slide
down the inside of his pants then round his buns. Oh God those
buns were tempting me to do worse things to him. He explored my
buns and then his tongue joined in the action. Soon it was in my
mouth and exploring my teeth.

Finally I broke off before I went way too far and raped the poor
boy. He looked shocked and after a moment he asked, "Why did you
stop?"

"We shouldn't really be doing this, you know."

"But, I like it. Don't you like it too?"

"Yes, but if the Larkins found out..."

"You're not going to tell them, Are you?" he asked.

"No, don't be silly."

"Then that's all right," he said, kissing me again.

It was quite a while before we broke again. I had never been one
for kissing before, but the kid converted me. This time he said,
"My willy is all hard."

"So is mine," I confessed.

"Maybe it's because they like each other," he said, with a
giggle.

"Maybe you should just jack off and then we can go to sleep." I
suggested.

"I should, what?" he asked.

Over the next few minutes I discovered that things were worse
than I had imagined. He was a total virgin and had never even
achieved an orgasm. Even worse, while I was finding this out I
had sparked his interest and he was now asking me to show him
how to do it.

Of course I refused, but he persisted. In the end I gave in to
his pleas, and my own baser instincts, for that matter. By now,
getting him naked was not much of a problem as his PJs were half
off him already. First I kissed him gently on the lips, then I
kissed him on his chin, and on his Adam's apple. From there on I
worked my lips down his chest and on to his belly until I got to
the top of his little bush.

From that point it was one slick movement and his pecker was
between my lips. I paused, fearful of a yell, but he just
sighed. With one hand I pulled back his foreskin, exposing the
naked head to my attack.

While this new sensation was distracting him I slipped a wet
finger between those heavenly buns and located the tight little
pucker that hid between them. I now began to really work on his
glans to divert his attention from what was happening at the
back.

My finger had begun its seductive work and already the tip was
inside him. He was still making positive noises so I kept
feeding his ass more of my finger. As I got further up his ass,
his hips began the old familiar thrusting movements, driving the
head of his boyhood deeper into my mouth. He began to make a
little more noise, none of it coherent, and fortunately not too
loud.

By now my finger had reached its target and his fate was sealed.
He was about to have his first orgasm and it would be a biggie.
As I massaged his prostate I could detect all the symptoms of an
impending climax. Suddenly he was trying to pull my head off his
cock. Fortunately I am much stronger and his attempts quickly
faded as he lost the last dregs of control of his young body.

From that point to the peak of his orgasm was a very short
interval.  He gave a sort of strangled grunt and my mouth was
immediately filled with boy cum. There was very little chance to
swallow and he kept on shooting. Somehow I managed not to spill
any. Not an easy task the way he was bucking about.

For about five minutes he lay there, panting and not making any
sense. Then he gasped, "What happened?"

Perhaps it wasn't the best moment to do it, but I explained the
facts of life to him. He looked at me in total disbelief.
Finally he said, "You mean that I could just have made a baby?"

"Well, I'd have had to have been a girl and you would have had
to do it in the right hole, but basically, yes."

"But, I'm too young!" he protested.

"Not anymore."

He looked totally astounded and it was a long time before he
spoke, but when he did he said, "Can we do it again?"

"Not for a little while, but yes we can do it again."

"Good," he said, and we're not going to say anything to the
Larkins, are we?"

"Definitely not," I agreed, and we went back to cuddling.

This was all very well, but I still had a raging cock and I was
desperate to shoot. Gradually a small hand worked its way round
the shaft and began making crude jerking motions. I rolled onto
my back and proceeded to teach him how to jack a guy off. He
wanted to blow me, but I wouldn't let him. It was too much for
his mind to take in one night. So I found a handkerchief and
when I blew my load I caught it in that rather than his lovely
mouth.

Now there was no way I was going to get to sleep until he had
had it again. He kept rubbing his hard little cock up against me
until I gave in. As I went down on him he guided my hand to his
buns and when I just caressed them he pulled them apart for me
and pushed my fingers between them.

In the end I got my finger back inside him. Then he wiggled
about until the tip of my finger was back on his prostate. Only
when I began massaging it again did he seem happy. I did
everything a bit slower this time and tried to delay the moment
when he shot. But, it was like trying to stop a rampaging bull.
He came in my mouth again, not so much this time, thank God. I
thought I was going to drown on his first load.

He had no trouble in getting to sleep, but I lay awake for a
good while. My conscience was laying a guilt trip on me. I had
not only destroyed his innocence, I seemed to have given him a
bit of an anal fixation. If I weren't careful he would begin to
think of his ass as a sexual organ. I would have to do something
to make amends, but what?

Wed 11-5-1941

At breakfast Mrs. Larkin had only made coffee for me, and I
suspect herself and her husband. She didn't look too pleased
when I told her that everyone should have some, even the kid.
Then I made her share the butter and sugar that she had got off
me too. It made me popular with everyone but her, and her man.

Today was an 'egg day' Mrs. Larkin announced. That means we all
got our weekly egg. I asked for mine 'over easy' and had to
explain what that meant. Tim had his boiled, as did most of the
guests. However,  Mr. Johnson, whose room is on the floor below
ours, got his raw. He carefully stored it in a small tin box on
a bed of cotton wool. He explained to me that he didn't like
eggs himself but added, "It is amazing the things that you can
swap for an egg these days!"

I was just running through in my mind the sort of things that
Mr.  Johnson would get for his egg when the radio was switched
on, briefly, just for the news. God I'm sick of hearing about
this fucking war. Then I had an idea for the ideal present for
Tim. Later when we were upstairs and he was leaving for school,
I stole a kiss from him. God, the urge to rip off his school
clothes and drag him back to bed was almost overwhelming. If I'm
around him for much longer I'm going to have to fuck him or I'll
just go mad.

Anyway I told him that I might have a surprise for him tonight.
He looked happy as he ran down the stairs. Eventually I got off
to work. It's at one of those research establishments and I'd
better not say too much in here, security, you know. All I'll
record is the fact that they are over the moon about our tubes
and want as many as we can make. But, that's been the story
everywhere that I've gone.

Today I took some things from the goodie pack with me. When I
asked one of the guys there about getting some components he
looked a bit doubtful. A quick peek inside my briefcase very
quickly changed his tune. He took me to a different part of the
building and then down into a basement. Inside a locked room was
a positive treasure house of used electronic equipment.

"Just help yourself. But, you'll have to smuggle it out in your
briefcase," he said.

"Where the heck did all this come from? It looks military."

"Oh, it is military. It all comes from shot down enemy aircraft.
The crafty blighters sometimes put navigational aids inside
their normal radio gear. Of course we cottoned on to it fairly
quickly. So now all the electronics is stripped out of any
aircraft that comes down and it's sent here. This lot is just
the regular gear and goodness knows what will happen to it.
They'll probably keep it until the end of the war and scrap it
then."

So, armed with a pair of wire cutters and some other small tools
I quickly got to work. Soon I had far more components that I
actually needed, but I couldn't be sure that they were all in
working order.  Anyway, the most important component, the
electronic tube, would come from my sample stock, so it would be
OK.

For one tin of butter, a pound of sugar and a bag of coffee
beans I got all the components that I needed and he even threw
in an old soldering iron, some solder and a few sets of
batteries. Each of us was quite convinced we had robbed the
other one, so it must have been a fair trade.

After dinner was eaten and all the washing up was done I stayed
in the kitchen with Tim. He was just about bursting with
excitement, but his face fell when I opened my briefcase and
dumped out a load of used electronic components. However, when I
told him we were going to make a 'one tube radio' he was
ecstatic.

I laid out all the bits and bats carefully on the table, telling
Tim what each piece was and what it did in the circuit. Then we
heated the soldering iron on the gas stove and cleaned off all
the old leads. Next we cleaned up the small chassis that I had
found and finally we began to mount the components. Then it was
just a case of wiring it up, soldering the joints, tuning it and
we were in business. I don't think that I will ever forget the
look of pure joy on that boy's face as he sat with the
headphones on listening to his very own radio.

It is a good job I got several sets of batteries as I think
he'll get through them in no time. When we went up to bed I gave
him the things that I had bought for him, a toothbrush and
several tins of toothpaste. This time he just looked grateful
and gave me a kiss. It seems that a guilty conscience makes me a
very generous person. That said, my hands found their own way
inside his pants while we were kissing. God those buns are so
tempting. But, I'm determined to be strong and resist.

Well, there is only so much resisting that a man can do and
still stay sane. My resistance crumbled fairly quickly when we
got to bed.  There was no pretence of him going to his own bed
and moving in to mine later, in fact we never even bothered with
our PJs; we just hopped into my bed, buck-naked. As soon as we
were in bed his hands were on my prick. Naturally I was as hard
as a rock at the time. Then without a word, he had the head of
it in his mouth. I never had a chance of stopping him.

So again I took on the role of tutor and taught him how to suck
a cock. He didn't go for my ass, thank God, but he massaged my
balls.  By now sweat was forming on my brow and I could feel
myself losing my grip. I had to warn him so I said, "If you keep
on doing that, you know what'll happen, don't you?"

He didn't take it out of his mouth to answer he just nodded. So
I went on, "I'll shoot in your mouth! Do you want me to have the
handkerchief ready for you to spit it out?"

Here he shook his head so violently that his teeth rubbed
against the head of my cock and I nearly screamed. Just as I was
about to blow my load I looked down at him. He was looking up at
me with those big innocent brown eyes and my cock sticking out
of his cute little mouth. So it was a miracle that I didn't blow
a hole in the back of his neck when I came.

I watched him deal with each shot of cum. The first one startled
him but he recovered. Then he discovered that it is very
difficult to swallow with a cock in your mouth. So he stored the
first blast and caught the second one like a pro. By the time I
was reduced to the dribbles, his cheeks were beginning to swell
slightly. I pulled back and he swallowed. At first he didn't
look too happy but he got control and it all went down. He even
sucked out the last drops and  I'll swear that he deliberately
tasted them.

I had to pull him off my limp cock and we started kissing. After
an age we were interrupted again, this time by the sirens.
Quickly we got into our PJs and dressing gowns. Then I grabbed
the quilt and we headed for the shelter. It was a bit better
than the night before.  The kerosene lamp wasn't there and it
was replaced by a couple of candles. This meant it was a damn
sight colder, but as the light was bad, we could have a lot more
fun under our quilt. By the time the all clear sounded he was
sitting on my hand and my middle finger was right up him.

When we got back to bed we were so cold that we just lay there
hugging each other until we warmed up a bit. Then I went down on
him again. For the second time he made sure that my finger was
in him. He appears to have taken a liking to being finger
fucked. For my part I've developed a taste for his cum.

I must have dropped off right after we finished that session. I
think he kept a hold of my cock all night. Well, he still had
his hand wrapped round it when the old witch called up telling
us breakfast was nearly ready.

Chapter 5 (Tim's Jotter)

I couldn't pay attention at all at school today. What would his
surprise be? Would he show me something even better in bed
tonight?  Maybe he would let me put his willy in my mouth? But
I'm still not sure if I could do that, even if I do know how
much fun it would be for him. Or perhaps it will be another bar
of chocolate...

There was no hint from John before dinner. He didn't mention the
word 'present' during the meal either. However he suggested that
we both help with the washing up afterwards. When that was done
he got his briefcase and opened it. Out came a lot of electrical
bits, all second-hand. I must admit that I wasn't too impressed
at first. Then he told me that they all came from shot down
enemy bombers and he was going to make a radio out of them!

It doesn't look like much, all wires and that, with one valve in
the middle. It only runs a pair of earphones, but it's mine and
I can listen to it whenever I want! So I listened to it until
bedtime. Then we took it upstairs and I put it carefully on the
floor in my room. He called me in to my old room and gave me
another present, a toothbrush and some tins of Gibbs toothpaste,
that's the dead expensive stuff!

While we were kissing I decided that, tonight I was going to put
his willy in my mouth, even if it was disgusting. If he could do
it to me, then I should be able to do it to him. So when we got
into bed, not wearing anything at all, I got right to work. Of
course I had no idea of what to do, but he told me. Once it was
in my mouth I was OK. It didn't taste bad or anything. It felt
more exciting to have it in my mouth than in my hand.

After a while he asked me if I knew what was going to happen if
I kept on doing it to him and I nodded. Then he told me he would
be shooting his stuff in my mouth and asked if I wanted to spit
it out. But I just shook my head. He made a funny noise and I
looked up at him. He was watching me intently. There was a very
strange look on his face when he started. He filled my mouth
very quickly and I didn't have a chance to either swallow or
spit it out. It just kept on coming and I managed to keep it in
my cheeks.

When he stopped, he pulled back so just the tip was in. I
swallowed it all in one big gulp, just like you do when you're
taking medicine. Then I realised that I hadn't really tasted it.
Luckily there was still a little left and I managed to suck that
out. It tasted a bit salty and slightly bitter. But as it was
John's, I didn't mind. He pulled me off his willy before I was
finished and kissed me. I like kissing him but something always
disturbs us when we kiss. This time it was the sirens.

We had to move fast to get some clothes on and get downstairs in
time. He brought the quilt again. Tonight Mr Eldon must be on
fire watch because he wasn't there, so there was no Tilley lamp,
just a couple of candles. We sat in a dark corner and felt each
other under cover of the quilt. He got a finger right up my bum
again. This time he kept working it in and out. It felt really
good and I very nearly shot.

The 'all clear' sounded and saved me from making a mess of my
pyjamas. We got back upstairs and into bed again. When there are
two of you in the bed cuddling it warms up fast. John got my
willy in his mouth again. And I put his hand on my bum to let
him know I wanted his finger in me again. I didn't even try to
hold back tonight, I just let go completely. It felt wonderful
letting him play with my body. He is like a really good musician
playing his favourite instrument.

After we had finished John fell asleep, but I stayed awake and
gently played with his willy. First I left it alone until it
went down. Then I held it in my hand and made it go hard again.
When it is soft I can get my forefinger and thumb round it, but
as it gets stiff it slowly forces them apart. It feels really
exciting when it does that. Then I must have fallen asleep
because Mrs Larkin was shouting for us to get up.

I managed to pay attention at school today. None of the other
boys believe that I've got my own radio, or that I helped build
it. John told me about television this evening. I don't really
believe him; well people say that the Americans exaggerate all
the time. He says that one day it will be like having a cinema
in your house. They can send the pictures through the air, just
like the radio. The company he works for is already trying to
send colour pictures, but the results are not very 'stable'. I
asked what he meant by that and he explained that the colours
keep shifting. So people had pink faces one minute and green the
next.

When I went to bed it was freezing as usual so I got into Jon's
bed and waited for him, and that is where I am now, writing
this.

Chapter 6 (John's Diary)

Thu 11-6-1941

Work went well, I'm nearly finished here, thank God. The first
thing that I'm going to do when I get back to the States is;
find a good restaurant and order me a thick T-bone steak, rare,
with all the trimmings.

Tonight Tim was telling me that none of the kids at his school
would believe he has his own radio set. Oh well, I'm sure that
he'll get to show it to them one day. He asked me what I did for
a living back home and I told him we made parts for television.
He only had a vague notion of what television was and I had to
explain what it did and how it worked. I'm sure he thinks I was
spinning him a yarn.

When I got to bed, he gets sent up about an hour before I go, he
was already in my bed waiting. While we were cuddling he went
down on me. I lay there for a while just enjoying the sensation
of his warm mouth working over the head of my cock. Then I swung
him round and went into a sixty-nine. I got my finger in him and
now I started trying to synchronize my orgasm with his. Somehow
I got a bit ahead and I had the damnedest job holding myself
back. But, the symptoms of a young body about to go into a spasm
eventually began to show and I managed to bring us off together.

It must have been just as good for him as it was for me, because
he lay there with my cock in his mouth for an age. When I did
get him off it and the right way round in the bed, he was in a
talkative mood. His first question really threw me.

"If I was a girl, would you make me have your baby?" he asked.

I explained that it wouldn't be just my baby. If he was a girl,
and he agreed to it, he would have our baby. Then I inquired as
to why he had asked the question.

He said, "Then you'd have to marry me and we'd be together
forever."

'Oh boy, he doesn't know anything about men', I thought, 'most
guys would just hightail it dumping the girl and the baby.'

Then a horrible realization hit me. I was going home soon, but
he would be staying here! In a few days we would part and I
would never see him again. He was my only source of joy in this
godforsaken land, and I was leaving him. Of course the next
terrible truth dawned on me; I was head over heels in love with
him.

How the hell could I have missed it? OK I've never been in love
before, but the symptoms were so obvious. What in God's name was
I going to do? All of this must have showed on my face because
he asked me what was wrong. I lied and told him that it was
nothing and he should go to sleep.

Then, right on cue, the god dammed sirens started screaming and
we had to go down to the shelter again. The man with the
kerosene lamp was there, so we couldn't get up to much under the
quilt. Which was just as well since I was so miserable that I
only wanted to hold Tim and never let him go.

The planes came over, bombs fell and the shelter shook. Some
people were praying, some crying, we just hugged. Then we heard
the engines die away and after a while the all clear sounded.
Tim and I were about the last people to leave the shelter when
it happened, the whole world lit up and I was blown off my feet!

Apparently, they explained to me afterwards, it had been a bomb
with a delayed fuse on it and it had killed several people. Mr.
Johnson had swapped his last egg. Tim was one of the injured. If
we had been a few feet nearer the bomb, we would both have been
killed outright. Oddly enough if we had been a bit further away
we would have been under a wall that collapsed. But, where we
were standing we were safe, well we would have been, if a flying
brick hadn't caught Tim's head.

They managed to stop Tim's bleeding. But, there was no room in
the ambulance for anyone who wasn't injured. Then the police
arrived and started asking questions. Did I know who Mr. Johnson
was?

It must have been the shock but I answered, "He's Mr. Johnson he
lives on the second floor and he doesn't like eggs."

The funny look the cop gave me jolted me back to reality and I
very embarrassedly added, "I'm sorry I must be jabbering."

"It's all right, sir," he said kindly, "It's the shock that does
it.  You'll feel a bit better after you've had a cup of tea."

Then he moved on to question the other survivors. Eventually a
Red  Cross van did arrive and gave us all a cup of tea. The
guesthouse was still standing, but the damage was extensive, it
no longer had any glass in the windows and the front door wasn't
there anymore.

Those of us who were left went in and picked up our things. I
took  Tim's stuff, just one small fiber suitcase, pitiful
really. There were a few clothes, his official papers, some
personal items, the radio we had made together. There were some
schoolbooks, but I left those as there were tears in my eyes and
I couldn't see very well.

Then I got dressed, packed my things and went to the emergency
accommodation, which turned out to be a church hall.

Fri 11-7-1941

As soon as I could I phoned Bert and told him what had happened.
He insisted that I move in with him. Next I went to the
hospital. There the situation was what can best be described as
'organized chaos'.

Trying desperately not to get in anyone's way I asked after Tim.
Eventually a rather harried looking nurse took pity on me and
found  Tim. Not that it helped much as he was still unconscious.
He looked pale and his head was bandaged. He didn't deserve all
this. He was only a kid. Now not only was he orphaned, he had no
home. God alone knows what would happen to him now, in this
hellhole of a country.

An arm went round my shoulder and I suddenly realized that there
were tears running down my face again. Then a man's voice said,
"He'll most likely recover. He has concussion and he may have a
cracked skull. We can't tell, as our X-ray machine is not
working. Are you a relative?"

I looked round and saw the owner of the voice. He was middle-
aged, wearing a white coat and had the regulation stethoscope
round his neck. Obviously he was one of the medical staff. I
shook my head and said, "No, we just had adjoining rooms in the
guesthouse. He's a evacuee from London."

"Do you have his parent's address so we can contact them?" he
asked.

I shook my head and gulped a bit. Then I managed to say, "I'm
afraid that you can't, they were killed a bit back."

The doctor swore gently then said, "Well the authorities will
take care of him no doubt. Can we get you a cup of tea?"

I didn't really want it but I took it anyway. 'A cup of tea' is
the  British panacea; it's supposed to cure everything. But, it
does damn all for a broken heart.

There was nothing that I could do at the hospital so I returned
to Bert's place. He had put me in his spare room. Not the most
salubrious accommodation, but I was in no position to complain,
it was a damn sight better than the church hall. When Bert got
home he took one look at me and said, "John, we really need to
talk."

Of course he was right; I was a total mess. Slowly we worked
through what had happened. No, I didn't mention the sexual part
to Bert. To tell the truth, it wasn't really what was upsetting
me. Tim was heading for deep shit and I couldn't think of a way
to get him out of it. Carefully I explained Tim's dilemma.

Bert sat listening to me totally impassively until I finished
then he said, "I can only see one way that you can get the kid
out of this mess, and that is to adopt him."

I smiled wanly at Bert and said, "They only let married couples
adopt kids."

"And how do they know that you aren't married?" he asked.

"Paperwork, this whole planet runs on it."

"I hate to remind you but, there is a war on, and some slipshod
practices have worked their way into the system. Let's say you
tried to adopt him and you were asked for proof of your
marriage. Why, these days you might get away with an affidavit,
and I'm sure that I could provide you with a fairly authentic
forgery. Of course if we get found out, we are both in deep
shit."

At first I wasn't sure but he insisted that I slept on it. Sleep
did not come easy in an empty bed. God, he had only been with me
for a couple of nights and yet it felt that he had always been
there. Somewhere, in the wee small hours of the morning, I gave
in. As far as I could see, forgery and deceit provided the only
ways to save  Tim.

In the morning I told Bert of my decision. He grinned at me and
said that he had spent part of the night checking out how it
could be done. He finished by saying, "They are trying
desperately to move all their kids out of danger. If you succeed
you'll get Tim well out of it. True, they did try moving some
kids to Canada by ship, but it was torpedoed and most of them
were killed. However, I think that I can airlift you home, which
should be safer. There are contingents of British pilots going
over for training in the States. I should be able to slip you
both onto spare seats on one of the flights. So go for it!"

This last sentence was very easy to say, but very difficult to
implement. They call paperwork 'red tape' in the UK and I got
all tangled up in the stuff. Shit! I was offering a kid a good
home and giving them one less mouth to feed. You think that they
would be grateful for that at least. But, no, I trudged from
government office to government office, showing Tim's papers. No
one could actually make a decision.

Chapter 7 (Tim's Jotter)

A lot has happened since I last wrote, but I'll try to remember
it all and tell it exactly as it occurred.

When he came up to bed, we lay close together trying to warm up.
I could feel him getting hard, it was pressing against my belly.
I didn't bother to ask him, I just went down and put it in my
mouth. He sighed and played with my hair, letting me do what I
wanted with it. Then he turned me round and suddenly my willy
was in his mouth too! I didn't have to remind him to put his
finger in, he did it all on his own. Then the most fantastic
thing happened, we both did it together at the exact same time!

It was a while before I got over that one. I've no idea how long
I lay with his limp willy in my mouth. But eventually he turned
me round and we started kissing and cuddling again.

I had been thinking over what he had told me about people having
babies and I asked him, "If I was a girl, would you make me have
your baby?"

He laughed and answered, "I wouldn't 'make' you have my baby.
But if you were a girl I'd ask you if you'd like to have 'our'
baby. But what brought that on?"

"Well, if I had your baby inside me than you'd have to marry me
and  I'd be with you forever."

He smiled down at me, but then he went all strange. He looked
sort of taken aback. I tried asking him what the matter was, but
he just told me not to bother and to go to sleep. He was holding
me very tight. I had just managed to doze off when the sirens
started up.

We went down to the shelter but Mr Eldon was there with his
Tilley lamp, so we just sat huddled under the blanket. The
planes came over and some of the bombs came pretty close. And
that's when everything went blank for me.

The next bit was very confusing. Lights being shone in my eyes,
fuzzy people round me, lots of noise and, to top it all, a
terrible headache.

They told me the story in dribs and drabs. A bomb had gone off
as we left the shelter. Several people from the guesthouse had
been killed. No one knew what had happened to John. The house
itself was badly damaged. Mr and Mrs Larkin had gone to stay
with her sister in Wales. I had a concussion, a bad bang on the
head, but I wasn't badly injured. They needed the bed for people
who were serious cases so I was being moved to the Scout Hut
down behind the canal 'for the moment'.

I'm beyond the point of feeling sorry for myself. Everyone that
I've ever cared for has been killed or just disappeared. What's
the point of going on? I tried going to school but it was
closed. Then someone told me it was Saturday and I felt a right
fool. So I went round to the guesthouse to see what it looked
like.

It was all boarded up, but I'm small and I know about the
basement window, so I got in. Inside it is a real mess. The
ceilings have all come down and there is broken glass
everywhere. The stairs looked as though they would take my
weight so I went up to the attic.

Some thieving bastard has been there before me. Everything of
John's and mine has been pinched! I don't even have anything to
remember him by. The only things they left me were my
schoolbooks, oh and this jotter. The bastard even took my radio,
the one we made together. That made me cry again.

When I was coming out a heavy hand landed on my shoulder and a
deep voice said, "Hello, what have we here? A little looter,
I'll be bound."

I just about wet myself! But, it was only old Constable Jenkins,
he's the beat copper round here, so he knows me.

"I was just getting my schoolbooks," I said.

He gave me a long lecture about going into bomb damaged
buildings then he asked me how things were. I lied and told him
that it was OK at the Scout Hut. So he let me go and I got back
in time for tea.

On Monday it was back to school. The whole world is now such a
grey place. Nothing fun happens anymore. I spend my days in
school or just sitting around and almost every night there is an
air raid alert. I hate it in the shelter and they now keep an
eye on me to make sure I go. Well, I did spend one air raid
alert in the Scout Hut and nothing happened.

Today I had just got back from school, I'm the only kid in the
men's bit and all the others get back from work later, when
someone walked in. It's a funny thing, but when you see a
policeman's uniform you never look at the man who is wearing it.
I just thought 'Oh heck, what are they after me for this time?'
But it was only old Constable Jenkins again.

Chapter  8 (John's Diary)

Tue 11-11-1941

I've been at it for days and I was making no visible progress.
Then today I ended up in one office where a rather nice young
lady was carefully explaining to me that I needed to show her my
original marriage certificate. In desperation I tried the
ubiquitous excuse, 'there's a war on' so couldn't she just
accept the affidavit? Then I asked exactly what she was going to
do with the certificate. She admitted that she only had to see
the certificate, and not keep the document.

That was the point where the light came on in my head. I noticed
that her legs were not covered with stockings. They were stained
with, I suspect, tea. So I quite blatantly complimented her on
her legs and remarked how much nicer they would look in a pair
of nylons... Three pair of nylons later I had got over my first
hurdle.

With this knowledge, and another goodie kit from Bert, I calmly
bribed my way through the system. It was like magic, doors just
opened in front of me. Soon I was rushing back to the hospital
to pick up Tim. The building was cordoned off and evacuated. A
sign warned me of an unexploded bomb. I have no shame in saying
that I just sat down and cried my eyes out.

The police in England have a different attitude to our cops.
This one, a bit old for street patrols I thought, was quite
kindly. He hunkered down beside me and told me that no one had
been hurt.

I sobered myself up as best I could and said that I was looking
for someone injured by another bomb a few days earlier.

"Well they have all been moved to various places, sir. If you go
to the Town Hall, I'm sure they'll be able to help you."

He even walked me round to show me where it was. The line of
people went from the front door and right down the side of the
building!

"I think that coming back early tomorrow morning might be your
best bet, sir," he informed me.

About here I was looking for a wall to bash my head against. No
matter what I did I was thwarted at every step. Now I had all
the damned paperwork I couldn't find Tim and my time was running
out. If  I wasn't back in the States soon questions would start
to be asked.

"Don't take it so hard, sir," he said, "What was the name of the
person you were looking for?"

"Tim Millar,' I replied

At this his face brightened and he said, "Now, I think that I
might just be able to help you there. Young Tim was discharged
from the hospital the night before the bomb fell. He's living in
temporary accommodation. It's a Scout Hut, only about a mile
from here. I'll come with you if you want."

On the way there he got me to tell him the 'official' version of
the story, the one where my 'wife' and I were going to adopt
Tim.

A uniform is also a wonderful device for opening doors. We had
no problem in gaining access to the screened off bit of the
Scout Hut that the males were occupying. The only person there
was my darling  Tim. Fortunately the sight of the uniform
stopped him from running across the room and hugging me.

"Ah, there's the lucky lad who's going to America," said the
cop.

Tim's reaction to this statement was one of total bafflement.

"Yes, this kind man, and his good lady wife, are adopting you,
lad," he continued.

Tim looked at me in disbelief when he heard the word 'wife'.
However, as I was standing just behind the cop I gave Tim a sly
wink. He replied with an almost imperceptible nod.

Chapter 9 (Tim's Jotter)

Then the one person that I never expected to see again was right
behind him, John!

Constable Jenkins then told me that I was going to America to
live with John and his wife. I don't know which shocked me the
most, going to America or John having a wife. But, John winked
at me and I had enough sense to shut up.

He and Constable Jenkins spoke to the Warden and got back my
temporary ration card. Then John took me straight to the
station. He was staying with a friend of his since the bomb. He
has all my things, even the radio! He bought First Class
tickets. I've never been in a First Class compartment before. It
was an old carriage and it didn't have a corridor. But it was
very comfy with wide seats.

For the first few stops there were other people in the
compartment so we just sat opposite each other. After the third
stop the last person got out and I went and sat on John's knee.
We kissed and cuddled as the train steamed along.

When we were in the next station the sirens went off. The train
pulled out and stopped in a tunnel. Then all the lights were put
out. I was sitting on John's knee in the dark and I felt his
hand on my leg. Then, as we kissed, it moved slowly up the leg
of my shorts, inside my underpants and soon he was playing with
my willy.

I hadn't done it for ages. The last time was when I did it with
him.  So it didn't take me long to get close to making a mess in
my pants.  I told him that I was going to shoot and he stopped.
Then he got me to stand up while he unbuttoned my shorts.  He
pulled them and my underpants off! So there I was, on a train,
naked from the waist down!

Now he made me stand on the seat while he took my willy into his
mouth. I opened my legs and he put his finger in me. After that
I started shooting almost right away.

I got myself dressed again but the train stayed in the tunnel. I
was back sitting on his knee and I could feel just how hard he
was. I got off and knelt between his legs. Then I unbuttoned his
trousers and took out his willy. I hardly had it in my mouth any
time at all before he shot. I don't think he had done it since
the last time either. I'm beginning to like him doing it in my
mouth. He has started running his fingers through my hair and I
like that.

While we were sitting in the dark I started asking John
questions about shagging girls. I said, "If girls have two holes
down there, how do you know which is which."

It made him laugh but he explained it pretty well, however he
did say that some guys deliberately used the 'wrong' hole. When
I asked why, he told me it was mainly to avoid having babies.

I thought about that for a while and then I realised that if you
can shag a girl at the back, surely you can shag a boy the same
way. So I asked him if it was possible. He went awful quiet for
a while. Then in a very soft voice he said, "Yes."

"So you could shag me?" I asked.

"You're very young and I might hurt you," he answered.

"But if a girl can do it, I'm sure that I could," I protested.

Then he explained that girls produce 'lubrication' when it is
done the proper way, but an 'artificial lubricant' must be used
when they do it the other way. After I begged him for a while he
promised that he would get some thing and one day he would shag
me. But he sounded very reluctant.

Eventually the train started up again and the lights were
switched on. We got to our station hours late and John had to
pay for a taxi to take us to his friend's house. His friend was
another American and he was very nice. But I had to sleep in the
guestroom while John slept on the sofa in the lounge. I would
much rather have been in the same bed as John, but he said no.

Chapter 10 (John's Diary)

The cop got the Warden to check Tim out and give me all the
paperwork. We got to the railroad station in good time to catch
the train. God even the first class compartments over here are
crap. Of course the reduced lighting and sticky tape on the
windows doesn't help.

The car we were in didn't even run to a corridor. Actually this
turned out to be quite useful. After a few stations we were the
only ones in the compartment. So, as no one could barge in and
interrupt us, Tim came across and sat on my knee. Of course
every time we pulled into a station he had to get off and sit
opposite.

We were in a station when the air raid sirens went off. There
was a hell of a lot of shouting and whistle blowing. The train
pulled out and went into a tunnel where it stopped. Then they
killed the lights.

Tim came across again and we got back down to some serious
kissing.  My hand was on his naked leg and it was so tempting
just to slide it up his thigh, right up the leg of those silly
shorts he wears. So we sat, him on my knee and my hand inside
his underpants playing with his stiff little cock.

I could sense that he was peaking pretty fast so when he said
that he was getting near, I stopped and began to unbutton his
fly. Then I thought, what the hell, and removed his shorts and
underpants. Now I made him stand on the seat with his feet on
either side of me. This left his rigid little member in the
perfect position for my mouth.  Since his legs were nicely
opened I applied the old wet finger to his ring and slipped it
in.

He must have been very hot because I had hardly gotten into my
stride before he filled my mouth with his teenage seed.

Somehow, in the pitch dark, we found his clothes and got him
dressed again. Now we could get back to kissing. His cute little
ass was wriggling about on my cock and needless to say I had a
painful erection. If I hadn't promised myself that I wouldn't
fuck him, I might have just laid him along the bench seat and
reamed his tight little ass out.

When it became obvious that the train was not going anywhere for
the moment he started playing with me. The next thing that I
knew was, my trousers were unbuttoned, my prick was out, he was
on his knees between my legs and he had his mouth round my cock.
I'm only human and I could not control myself under these
conditions. I just shot my bolt into his warm little mouth. It
wasn't until I was finished and I let go of his head that I
realized that I had almost been holding him on my cock while I
shot. I felt really guilty, but he didn't say a word.

The damn train was still not moving, so we were talking about
this and that, when the subject of straight sex came up. He used
the schoolboy term 'shagging' instead of 'fucking'. It was kind
of cute.  But he wanted to know the nuts and bolts of fucking a
girl. Somewhere down the line I mentioned in passing that girls
can take it up the ass. He homed in on this and I tried to
divert him by telling him that they only did it to avoid
pregnancy.

But it was too late; he had figured out that boys could be butt
fucked too. Even worse, he wanted to try it right there and
then. I put him off by telling him we would need some lube. God,
what have I done? He's made me promise to screw him.

Sometime later the damn train moved and we arrived hours late.
Fortunately Bert is used to the railroads over here and he
wasn't too worried. Tim got my bed in the spare room and I got
Bert's settee. The kid wanted me to sneak in with him, but I
didn't dare.

Chapter 11 (Tim's Jotter)

Early the next morning we had to catch a train. After changing
trains several times we ended up at Poole, which is way down
south near Bournemouth. By the time we got there I was very
tired. Even though we had traveled First Class again, we were
never alone.

Then came the really exciting bit, we got on a flying boat! All
the other passengers were RAF airmen going to America for
training. The ones that I spoke to told me that they were going
to bomb the Hell out of the enemy when they came back. Now,
thinking about what has happened to me I suppose that I should
have felt good about that, but I didn't. Somewhere other kids
like me were going to lose their mums and dads. So I felt sad.

Because it was winter we couldn't fly across the Atlantic Ocean
directly. We went by Bathurst, which is on the Gambia River
somewhere on the west coast of Africa. It was summer there!
Then, after a meal, we took off again and landed in Trinidad and
it was still summer! We touched down again in Bermuda but I
don't remember much of that as I was very tired by that time.

Sometime later we got to Baltimore in America and landed on a
river.  We got off with all the airmen and said goodbye to them.
Then there was another train journey, this time to New York. I
don't remember much of that either. We ended up in a hotel but I
never found out the name of it. There I finally got to bed and I
went out like a light. When I woke up it was the middle of the
night, but outside the streetlights were on, there was no
blackout. I could see John sleeping in the other bed, so I
sneaked over and joined him. It was good just to hold him again.

The next morning we got up and dressed then went down to
breakfast.  All the food was laid out on a long table and you
could just help yourself. I had two eggs, bacon and two
sausages. Later John told me that I could have taken as many
eggs as I wanted! John had pancakes and syrup with his bacon and
eggs! He also had about four cups of coffee.

Then he took me out shopping and bought me new clothes. There is
no rationing here and all the shops are full of things to buy,
all you need is money. After lunch we went back to the railway
station to get a train to John's home. It takes two and a half
days!

Chapter 12 (John's Diary)

Wed 11-12-1941

We said a hurried goodbye to Bert and set off for the railroad
station. God what a journey! I'm not sure how many times we
changed trains before we got to Poole. The papers Bert had given
me worked wonders; we were soon on board a flying boat. As Bert
had predicted the plane was filled with RAF types going on
training. The flight took forever; we went via Africa, Trinidad
and Bermuda, just to get to Baltimore.

There was no problem getting into the States. We just went
through with the RAF guys. It seems that we were down on the
manifest as members of their group!

I doubt if Tim remembers anything of the trip to New York or
checking into the hotel. The poor kid was totally out of it. He
had been on trains, planes, trains again and he had crossed five
time zones. All of which can knock the stuffing out of a grown
man, never mind a teenager. I put him to bed in the hotel then
got to bed myself.

Fri 11-14-1941

When I woke up there was a hand round the shaft of my cock. Tim
had moved into my bed during the night. However there was no
time for fun and games, as I wanted to do some shopping before
we caught the train. So I carefully removed Tim's hand and got
up.

We were still in time for breakfast and when we got down we
found it was laid out buffet style. I had pancakes and maple
syrup as well as bacon and eggs. It was good to get enough to
eat again.

Tim just stood there looking at all the food. In the end I
filled his plate for him. He got over his astonishment pretty
fast when he got back to the table. It was all down his throat
before I got to my second cup of coffee.

Then it was off to the shops to buy some decent clothes for him.
Apparently he had never owned a pair of long trousers before.
They did make him look a lot older, I thought. Amongst the other
things that I bought were two T-bone steaks. I was going to have
some red meat again and I wanted lots of it.

We went back to the hotel to collect our stuff then off to the
railroad station. The hell with the expense, I had had enough of
austerity, here there wasn't a war on, so it was going to be
first class all the way home.

I was in luck; there were Pullman 4-4-2 sleeper cars on the
train so I booked a compartment and the adjoining drawing room.
I even managed to get E and F which are in the middle of the
car, well away from the wheel noise. I gave the attendant the T-
bones along with a couple of bucks and told him to give them to
the chef. I'd have mine rare and Tim's medium.

Tim was immensely impressed with the train, and having seen the
trains in England, I'm not surprised. He was less impressed with
his radio's performance though. These steel cars screen the
signal quite a lot so it would only work close by the window. He
didn't seem to understand the way we broadcast over here; lots
of local stations with limited range. He is used to just a few
stations that are available all over the country.

But you should have seen the look on his face when we went to
dinner and the T-bone was put in front of him. At first he
thought he had been given the serving plate for both of us. Then
when mine was put down it dawned on him that it was all his. He
did manage to finish it, but it took him a while.

When we got back to our car we found that the beds in the
compartment had been pulled down ready for us and suddenly he
was all over me. He has worked out that I get a woody if he sits
on my lap and kisses me. Eventually he brought it all to a head
by asking, "Did you get the lubricant so you can shag me?"

It sounded quite obscene coming from him. He looks so innocent.
But I had to admit that I now had a jar of Vaseline. This
excited him and he started pulling off his clothes. I tried to
talk him out of it, but by that time he was lying on the bed,
face down, holding his butt cheeks apart, and the words died
unsaid. So I undressed and joined him on the bed.

I've never really had a lot of trouble controlling my own body,
until that night on the train. Working the Vaseline into his
tight little pucker, knowing that my cock was soon going to be
where my fingers were, kept me right on the edge of shooting.

What made things even worse was his impatience. Being a virgin
he had no idea of what getting fucked involved. I had one finger
in him and he wanted me to mount him. I was holding out for
three fingers before I even tried, but by the time I had two in
him, he was quite literally begging for it.

However I had enough will power left to refuse his demands and I
continued to finger him until I had three fingers firmly wedged
in him. Only then did I start to grease myself up. Having wiped
the surplus lube off on a handkerchief I got one of the towels
under him to catch any mess. Then I got on the bed behind him
and lowered myself on top of his body.

He looked so small and helpless. But he was still egging me on
and he had his butt cheeks pulled wide apart again. Looking down
I guided the head of my cock until it was directly over his
well-greased ring. Then I pressed as gently as I could. To my
surprise the head slipped right in. Now I paused and asked him
if he was OK?

When he confirmed this I pushed a little more in. Everything
went well for a while then he seized up on me and I felt his
ring tighten on my manhood. From my own experience of being the
guy nearest the bed I knew that he was already feeling quite a
bit of discomfort. So  I quickly withdrew a fraction.

"You have got to relax, Tim," I said.

"I'm trying to but it's not working," he replied.

"Just try."

"No, I think that you'll have to take it out," he said.

This was a very dangerous point. As far as I was concerned we
had passed the point of no return. But, if I pushed into him now
it would hurt like hell and he would never let me up him again.
I pulled back a little more and again asked him to relax. But he
was still making noises that he wanted it to stop. Suddenly the
tight grip on my cock disappeared and I slid up him quite a bit
with no effort at all! Then he tightened up on me, but it was
him doing it, not an involuntary reflex. I again pulled back a
fraction.

"That's the way, Tim. Do that a couple more times and I'm home,"
I gasped.

It took him a couple of minutes to get up the courage to try,
but when he did I slipped most of my manhood into him meeting no
resistance at all. After that it took only one more go and I was
in him to the hilt.

Now I just lay on top of him trying not to move in case it made
me shoot prematurely. After a while he twitched his ass and
before I could stop it, my cock bucked in response. For some
reason this made him giggle and he kept on doing it. Now, for me
the feeling was stupendous, but in my campaign to control my
shooting, it was in no way helping.

I realized that if I was going to fuck him, and not just cum in
his ass, I would have to act soon. I pulled all the way back,
very slowly. God it felt good and Tim sighed happily. Then I
pushed back in again. But this time it was a slow continuous
movement. Ye gods that felt even better! As I entered him for
the second time he let out a long breath, it was as if I was
pushing the air out of his lungs.

I kept up the slow fuck for as long as I could. But I was going
to shoot and there was no way of avoiding it. I got my hand
under him and found his cock. My objective was a simultaneous
orgasm. As soon as I wrapped my hand round the shaft he began
thrusting with his hips. This had a dual effect. His cock was
fucking my hand and his ass was moving up and down my manhood in
the most divine way.

So I just let him take over and drive us both over the edge. The
sensation of shooting in his tight little ass exceeds my powers
of description. That, coupled with the cock in my hand thrusting
and shooting at the same moment, made it all perfect. He did
make a bit of noise though. Still, as it was his first fuck, he
was entitled to.

It must have been a full twenty minutes before we parted. By
that time my cock was totally soft. I pulled out and looked at
his ring.  No blood, thank God, but it was no longer a tight
little pucker. Now it gaped open and I could see my spent seed
mixed with the Vaseline glistening in the soft light of the bed
lamp. He rolled over and we kissed.

But in an hour he wanted it again, and I gave in to him. This
time round things went much more smoothly. All the problems
about entering him were solved. He had worked out how to relax
for me. I was no longer as hot and I could take my time and
really enjoy being inside his wonderful ass.

Tim also seemed to be having a better time as he was much more
animated. He squirmed and wriggled under me as I slowly moved in
and out of him. He even asked if I could do it harder, and there
was me being as gentle as possible. I didn't at first but he
kept on about it so I granted his wish and began to pound his
little ass. He stepped it up another notch and another. Finally
I had my arms under his armpits and my hands turned backwards
grabbing his shoulders while I gave him everything that I had to
give. By the time that I finally came I was in tears.

I never did find out if he came that time. I was too ashamed of
what  I had just done. For some reason I had listened to him and
he had goaded me into taking the brakes off totally. I had just
lost all my self-control while fucking a teenager.

When we parted for the second time I was almost afraid to look
and see what damage I had caused. However I plucked up my
courage and I was much relieved again to find no blood. But his
ring now looked quite puffy and angry. He said that it wasn't
sore, but he winced a bit when I tried to examine him with my
fingers. Then I made him go to the bathroom and get rid of my
load. He wanted to keep it in all night but I told him not to be
disgusting. I cleaned myself up in the drawing room.

Anyway, he didn't try for a third go that night. He just curled
up in my arms and went to sleep. I lay awake for a while
listening to the sounds that a train makes and wondering what I
had started. I thought that my own sex drive was on the high
side, but I was having trouble keeping up with Tim, and he was
only a kid. What will he be like when he grows up?

Chapter 13 (Tim's Jotter)

I had thought that travelling First Class in England was the
tops, but John got us not one but two compartments on the train!
It was really good; we had a bedroom and a drawing room all to
ourselves.  They have a door between them that can be locked
when they are used as two separate rooms.

By now I was awake at last. John says that crossing so many
'time zones' was what made me sleepy, but now I seem to be over
it. Gosh, we have a toilet in each room. John says that most
people only get one room, so that's why there are two toilets.

The radio that we made together doesn't work too well in the
train, but he says that it will work OK when we get to his
place. He seems to know the attendant because he calls him by
his first name, which is George. Although I've seen a lot of
black people since we got here, George is the first one that
I've seen close up. He's not much older than me, but he's a lot
bigger. When he smiles he looks very nice.

We went down to the dining car for dinner and I got the biggest
steak that I've ever seen! It would be the meat ration for two
people for about a week back home, maybe even two weeks. I
haven't seen so much meat on the table since Mr Johnson brought
back three rabbits from his father-in-law's farm. I don't think
that I've ever been so full. I asked John if he always eats so
well. He laughed and said that if he had one every night he'd be
as fat as a pig. This made me think and I realised that had been
seeing a lot more fat people in America than I had back home.

When we got back to our part of the train the beds were made up
in the bit John calls the compartment. The other bit he calls
the drawing room. We sat in the drawing room while John had what
he said was a nightcap, a small scotch. I sat on his knee and
wriggled around until I made him hard. Then I asked if he had
got the lubricant.

He said yes and I quickly got off him and undressed. He still
didn't seem too keen to shag me but I went through and lay face
down on the bed all ready for him. He took his clothes off and
followed me in with a jar of Vaseline in his hand. So this was
the great 'lubricant'. I was a bit disappointed but I didn't let
it show.

He put some on his fingers and rubbed it on my bum. Then he
pushed his finger into me. Not far enough in to be really
exciting, but it was nice. I asked him when he was going to
start and he said he had to make me a bit slacker first or it
would hurt me too much. He got another finger in and I began to
feel a bit full back there. However when I told him to get on
with it, he still wanted to wait.

Eventually he got a third finger in me and it didn't feel too
bad.  Then he finally pulled his finger out and put one of the
towels from the rack under me. I felt the bed sag as he climbed
on. I could feel the heat of his naked body as he came closer to
me. I pulled my bum open to help him get in and then I felt the
head of his willy touch my bum. I remember thinking how hot and
hard it felt.

He press down and the big fat head of it just slipped into me.
Then he asked me, "Are you OK?"

I said that I was and he gave another little shove. Everything
was going far too slowly for me and the next time he shoved, I
pushed back. Oh boy, was that ever a mistake. Suddenly it was
hurting me and I went all tense. That made it hurt even more.
Thank goodness John pulled back a little as that stopped it
hurting.

He kept telling me to relax, but no matter how hard I tried, I
just couldn't. I knew that he was never going to shag me now. So
I asked him to take it out. He pulled back again, but only a
little bit and he kept telling me to relax. I suddenly realised
that it was going to get pushed into me whether I wanted it or
not. This isn't how I imagined it would be.

So I decided to push him out. I just pretended I was sitting on
the toilet having a crap and I pushed as hard as I could. What
happened next was really amazing. Instead of him being forced
out of me, he did the exact opposite and slid in even further.
But the really good thing was it didn't hurt this time.

He told me to do it again, but it was a minute or so before I
could make myself do it. When I did he got all of it in me. He
now lay on top of me and I could feel his hairy chest on my
back. With all of his willy in my bum, I felt that I was dying
for a crap. I sort of squeezed it and it jumped about inside me.
It felt really funny and good. So I did it again and again, it
made John groan.

Then he began to move it in and out of me. The fat head of it
kept running over that bit inside me and it made me feel really
good. I just more or less lay there and let him do all the work.
He got his hand round my willy and I started to shag his hand.
It was fun because I was now getting it from both sides. I was
running my willy through his greasy fingers and his willy was
being pushed in my bum.  As I shot my lot into his hand I could
feel his willy going mad inside me. It got even bigger, and then
he was squirting his cream into me.

We lay there for a long time, not moving or talking. I now had
time to think about it. I was a boy, but he had just used me
like I was a girl. I didn't want to be a girl, because they're
silly. But I did like being shagged. The best bit was when he
sort of took me over completely. Then he could do what he wanted
with me. About here another thought struck me; if I had been a
girl he would have made me have his baby. Now that idea made my
willy start to go hard again.

I had the feeling that he had been doing it very gently and I
didn't like being treated like a little kid. Next time I would
make him do it properly.

Then we rolled over and had a nice long kiss. Ages later he said
that we should get cleaned up and go to sleep. But I wanted him
to shag me again. Getting him hard is very easy. Why, I'll bet I
could keep his willy stiff all day long, if I really tried.

So I was rolled back on my tum and he knelt between my legs.
This time I just tried to push him out right from the start and
it worked perfectly. I didn't just lie there like I had the last
time I really moved my bum as he shagged me. I kept on telling
him to do it harder but nothing much happened. So I nagged him
about it.

Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down hard onto
his willy. That pushed it much further into me than before. His
hips speeded up and I suddenly realised that I was trapped.
There was no way that I could stop him. I was completely at his
mercy. He seemed to have gone mad and he was pounding it into me
as if he was trying to kill me with it. Before I knew what was
happening I was shooting into the towel, but I hadn't even
touched myself! Inside me I felt his willy suddenly get bigger
and then I could feel him firing his spunk into me.

Lying there afterwards I began to think again and I realised
that I had been properly shagged that time. I also worked out
that John wasn't quite in control of himself at the end. It was
frightening, but exciting as well. He was very sorry and asked
me over and over if he had hurt me. I just lied and said no, as
it was a good sort of hurt.

Then he insisted that we clean up. He even made me go use the
toilet. I wanted to keep it in me all night, but he made me let
it out. It felt strange, another man's seed dribbling out of my
bum. Again I felt the burning shame, but I got a stiffy too.

Then we messed up the upper bunk to make it look as if it had
been slept in and went to bed together in the bottom one. Just
before I dropped off I made him hard again, but I didn't dare
try for another shag 'cause I was too sore.

The next morning at breakfast the waiter asked me how I'd like
my eggs. I must have looked puzzled because he then told me all
the different ways I could have them, boiled, poached, scrambled
or fried. I went for fried and this just brought more questions,
easy over or sunny side up? Here John rescued me and said that
I'd have them sunny side up. Honestly, all the decisions that
you have to make before you can get your breakfast.

Later John talked George into showing me round the train. It was
really interesting! I saw how they cook all the food in a very
small kitchen. They had loads of food though, enough to feed a
whole street. George isn't really his name, it's Danny. I asked
him why  John called him George and he told me all the white
people call black Pullman car attendants George. It sounds very
silly to me. He also said that he was still in training. His dad
and two of his uncles are attendants. That's how he got the job.

Danny likes to touch me. He always had his hand on my shoulder
or my arm. He keeps looking directly into my eyes, the same way
that John does, and it makes me feel all squishy inside. Every
time, when we were squeezing past people in the narrow corridor,
he would be directly behind me, pushing against my bum.

Then we went to the bar car, where they serve drinks. But the
best bit ever was when we stopped at a station and I got to ride
to the next station on the locomotive! Now that was dead
exciting! I noticed that when I was getting up and down off the
locomotive Danny had his hands on my bum, helping me, but I
didn't really need help.

When he was taking me back to our compartments he showed me the
rest of the sleeper car, which is called a Pullman 4-4-2. It is
really good as it has all different types of rooms. At each end
there are two 'bedrooms' these are the smallest and cheapest,
they sleep two people, have no toilet and are very small.

Then there are four 'compartments' these also sleep two, but
they are slightly larger and have a very small toilet. Last are
the two 'drawing rooms' which are the biggest of all although
they only sleep one they have a bigger toilet. Two of the
compartments can be linked together and each of the drawing
rooms can link to a compartment.

Danny said that our compartment and drawing room are the best on
the train. Then he told me how much it cost John. Gosh, he must
have plenty of money.

He took me into compartment G, that's the one next door to ours.
It wasn't in use and he let us in with his passkey. It was the
mirror image of our one. I was looking out of the window when I
felt him stand right behind me again. Then he whispered in my
ear, "Did he hurt you very much?"

I could feel my face go red, but I kept cool and said, "What
makes you think that he hurt me?"

"I was in here last night and I heard you," he said.

"Maybe you made a mistake," I tried.

That made him laugh. He went over to the bunk and beckoned me to
join him. There he pointed to one of the screws that hold the
wall panels on, it was missing. When I looked through the screw
hole I could see John sitting in our bit, writing in his order
book. Danny had seen what we had been doing!

"You're too beautiful to be a boy, you should have been a girl,"
he whispered, and it made me feel all funny inside.

He was standing behind me again, but this time he was a lot
closer. I could feel his willy through our clothes. A sudden
thought crossed my mind; was his willy black? Then his hands
went round my waist and he gently pulled me back against him. So
I wiggled my bum against his willy and I could now feel that it
was getting hard.

"You really like it, don't you," he asked.

"Like what?" I asked, as if I didn't know.

"Like cock," he said, grinding it against me.

I slipped my hand behind me and felt him. Although he was just a
bit older than me, his willy was almost as big as John's. That
surprised me as I thought he would be nearer my size. I now
began to play with him through the thick material of his uniform
trousers.

"Do you suck cock?" he whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

"Ever sucked a nigger's cock?"

I shook my head. I had never even seen one, let alone suck it.

"Wanna suck mine?"

I turned in his arms and pressed myself against him. He had very
thick lips but they were very soft when he kissed me. His tongue
was in my mouth before I knew it and then he did the strangest
thing; he sucked all the air out of my lungs! It made me hug him
even tighter.

After a second he blew it back in again, which also felt funny.
Then he gently pushed me down onto my knees. Once I was kneeling
in front of him, he unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall to
his ankles.  He wasn't wearing any underpants and his willy
jumped up, it was even blacker than he was. The hair round it
was just like the hair on his head, tight black curls. I noticed
that his balls are even bigger than John's.

He didn't waste any time getting it into my mouth and I began to
do to it all the things that John had taught me. I tried
something that  I had never done with John; I slipped my finger
up his bum. Finding the special bit was easier than I thought,
because as soon as my finger touched it he said, "Oh God, yes!"

So I ran my finger round and round while I used my tongue and
lips on his willy. I must have been doing it right because he
grabbed my head and began pushing it back and forwards.

Then I realised that he was going to shoot and he was holding my
head so that I couldn't get away! He never said that he was
going to, or even asked me if I minded, he just let go in my
mouth. My goodness he made an awful lot, it filled my mouth and
it was coming out round the sides by the time he stopped. It
tasted quite different from John's.

Suddenly he changed and he became very frightened. He jerked his
cock out of my mouth and quickly pulled up his pants. He looked
terribly worried and made me promise not to tell. I asked if we
could do it again and that calmed him down a bit. Why is
everyone worried about me telling someone? He never even tried
to make me shoot and I was a bit upset about that. But he did
promise to see me tomorrow.

When I got back to our compartments I went straight into the
tiny toilet and cleaned my teeth. John decided that he had done
enough work for one day and put his books away. Then he made me
tell him all the things that I had been doing. Naturally I left
out the bit about sucking Danny's cock, 'cause he might not have
understood that.

It was now time to go to lunch and again it was a lot of
different choices. I don't think that I'll ever get used to it.
In the afternoon I had a nap to make up for all the sleep that I
missed last night playing around with John. When I woke up he
started to teach me how to play chess. It's quite difficult,
remembering all the moves that each piece can make.

Chapter 14 (John's Diary)

Sat 11-15-1941

When I woke this morning I realized that I had been so
concentrating on my efforts to get Tim out of the UK that my
work was seriously beginning to suffer. I had copious notes that
had to be translated into order sheets. Not a difficult job,
just one that requires a lot of concentration; something that
does not come easy if you have a teenager continuously trying to
get into your pants. I was wondering how I could distract him
for a few hours when I ran into our attendant in the corridor.

"Is everything all right with the boy, sir?" he asked.

I suddenly realized that last night Tim had been a bit loud and
the sound deadening on the train is less than perfect. Thinking
on my feet I quickly answered, "He had a bad time in Britain.
His parents were both killed by a bomb, and he was injured by
another one. I'm afraid that it still gives him nightmares."

My initial hope was to divert his attention but the reaction was
immediately one of great sympathy. Eventually he asked if Tim
would like to see round the train. I was delighted so we found
Tim and asked him what he thought. Two minutes later the pair of
them vanished and I could at last settle down to do some work in
peace.

With nothing to disturb me I quickly got to work. However
progress was not quite as fast as I would have liked it to be.
Copious as my notes were, I still found problems translating
them into data for my order book. That said, it looked like I
had picked up a formidable amount of work for our company. I had
also compiled a 'wish list'.  These were products that the
scientists wanted, but did not exist.  Some were of course
wildly impossible, but others appeared to be probable. If we
could get them to work, we could patent them and make a fortune.

Before I realized it Tim was back and I decided to call it a
day.  Despite my reservations I had got through a fair amount of
work and it was almost lunchtime. Tim ducked into the bathroom
to brush his teeth before lunch. He's proud of his teeth and I'm
glad that I was able to help him save them.

After lunch I tried to teach him chess but he appears to have
difficulty remembering which pieces can make which moves. He
obviously prefers checkers.

I had the fish at dinner but Tim can't keep off the meat. Still,
after what he's been through I can't blame him for pigging out
on the meat. We went to the bar car and I had a nightcap. Tim
thought it strange when the waiter took the drinks away while
the train went through a dry county. But it is understandable,
as they don't have any dry counties in England.

When we got back to our compartments there was no messing about,
we both stripped off and dived into bed. I got him to lay head
to toe and we both started by sucking each other's cocks. I now
decided to push him a bit further and began to head for his
ring. On the way I stopped by his cute little nuts. I can get
both of them in my mouth with ease.

Having played with them for a while I moved on towards my goal.
He protested a bit but didn't struggle so my face was soon
parting his lovely soft buns. I had been thinking about how
anally orientated he had become, and I decided to see just how
far he has gone in this direction. To test my theory I now began
to rim him.

The effect was both instantaneous and amazing. He began to
writhe like a wild thing, not pulling away, but pushing back on
to my face. This reaction spurred me on to greater efforts and
after a short while he gave up sucking on my cock and began
asking to be fucked.

I wondered just how hot I could make him so I told him to wait.
He got back to sucking me but soon gave up even the pretence of
a blowjob in favor of begging to be fucked. I now sat him on my
face and really got to work on his ass with my tongue. This made
him even more desperate and eventually he began to sob with
frustration. I thought; this time if you are so desperate to be
fucked, then you can do all the work.

I rolled onto my back, greased him and my prick, then told him
to straddle me and sit on it. He must have been really hot
because he did as he was told and my raging hard on slid into
the tight sheath of his ass. The urge to blast my load into his
guts was almost irresistible, so we had to pause for a moment
while I regained control.

I now got him to sit up a bit so I could fuck him. Soon he was
bouncing quite happily on my cock. I even got him to tweak my
nipple. He wouldn't do it as hard as I liked, but I can work on
that later. To enhance my climax I spat on my hand and jacked
him off. In no time at all I had forced him to have his orgasm.
The resultant spasm caused his tight little ass to grip my
prick. This intensified my orgasm immensely and soon my load was
delivered to its hidden destination.

He just sat on me, not moving, while I recovered. He looked so
innocent sitting there. You'd never believe he had a cock up his
ass, still dribbling cum into him. How can he do that? He again
wanted to keep my cum in him all night. But I made him go use
the bathroom. Where do kids get dirty ideas like that?

Sun 11-16-1941

Last day on the train and I still have a lot of work to do.

Breakfast went well with Tim managing to order his meal without
my help. Tim has some strange views on the war. I told him that
in my opinion America would be in it soon. This made him look
really worried, then I realized that it was the air raids that
he feared. So I assured him that neither side had bombers that
could fly the  Atlantic both ways without refueling, never mind
carry a load of bombs as well. He looked a lot happier. I
managed to get George to take him off my hands again while I
finished my work.

I had just closed my order book when the pair of them returned.
I really must give George a good tip; he's been wonderful with
Tim. Not long after we got back from lunch we had to start
packing as the end of our journey was in sight.

Tim seems to have made firm friends with George, he looked quite
sad to say goodbye. So I gave George a really handsome tip that
made him grin, which also cheered up Tim, so that's good.

My car and driver were waiting at the station. God it is good to
use a car again, I was getting sick of public transport. Tim was
fascinated by the radio in the car. I was more thankful for the
cocktail cabinet.

When we got to my house, Randy was waiting to meet us. I had
sent him a wire from New York. Randy is an old flame of mine and
he was minding my house while I was abroad. He helped us in with
our bags and we discovered that he had a meal all prepared.
After dinner Tim was dispatched to have a bath and Randy finally
got me on my own.

"Right girl, dish the dirt on the kid. I never had you down as a
chicken hunter," he said.

Randy, I should point out, is one of the more outrageous types.

Slowly and carefully I told Randy the truth. It was refreshing
to tell it all and not either have to lie through my teeth, or
severely curtail the story.

"And now he's your son?" he asked, incredulously.

"As long as no one ever digs too deeply, yes."

"Christ, John, you'll have to be careful. If they ever work out
you're screwing him..."

"Oh, I'll be careful. I think that I'll open up dad's old house
again. It's been on the market for ages and no one has shown any
interest. It has lots of bedrooms and it'll look better," I
assured him.

He gave me a worried look and left before Tim came out of the
bathroom. I had a quick shower then we went to bed. Almost
immediately Tim was after me. We ended up in a sixty-nine again.
It appears that he has now developed a craving for being rimmed.
As this makes him plead to be fucked, I can do little other than
oblige him.

However lying with my face between his divinely formed buns,
poking my tongue through his ring, is no real hardship. Of
course the reward that follows, grinding him into the mattress,
is heaven on earth.

When it was all over and we had both got our breath back, I was
just about to pull out so we could go to sleep when he decided
to talk.

"What will happen when the war comes here?" he asked.

"I really doubt if it will ever reach us," I assured him. "As I
told you before, there are no planes that can fly the Atlantic
with a full bomb load and still have enough fuel to get back.
Most of the war will be fought in and around Europe."

"Yes, but I mean; what will happen to us?" he asked.

"Well, if America ever joins in, I'll be busy making electronic
components. These modern wars use a lot of sophisticated
equipment, and someone has to design and make the parts. And
you, you'll be at school, then college, if you're good enough.
By that time the war will be over," I assured him.

"You mean that the war will end, it won't go on forever?"

"No war could last forever."

"Some lasted a hundred years."

"No, the 'hundred years war' was really a lot of little battles.
They didn't really go at it for one hundred years. These days
wars rarely last more than five or six years."

That seemed to do the trick and I got my cock back so we could
finally go to sleep.

Chapter 15 (Tim's Jotter)

After dinner John had a nightcap in the bar car then we went
back to our compartments and we went straight to bed. He spent a
long time fingering me then we went into what he calls a 'sixty-
nine'. That's the one where we can both suck each other's
willies at the same time. I was enjoying it as he wasn't really
trying to make me shoot. Then he let my willy slip out of his
mouth and sucked my balls instead.

It felt quite nice but he then worked his way further back until
he was kissing my bum. Although this sounds really disgusting it
feels great. Before I realised it, he had his tongue right up
inside me. For some reason I suddenly wanted to be shagged by
him. So I took his willy out of my mouth and told him. He
stopped for a moment and said he might do it, when he was ready.

For the next twenty minutes he drove me mad with his tongue. In
the end I couldn't go on sucking him and I was begging him to
shag me.  But he still wouldn't do it; instead he sat me upright
on his face and kept on pushing his tongue further up my bum.
Only when I began to cry did he stop and grease me up properly.

He lay on his back on the bed and made me sit on his stiffy. It
was a quite different feeling to lower myself onto it. I sort of
drove it into myself. Thank goodness I had discovered how to get
it in without hurting because I took him all in one go!

He made me sit up slightly so he could move it in and out of me.
He also asked me to play with his tits while I bounced on his
willy. He kept telling me to squeeze his tits harder but I was
frightened of hurting him.

He spat on his hand, grabbed my willy and this time I knew that
he was really trying to make me shoot, not that I had much
choice in the matter. So I just sat there being bounced up and
down while he made me do it. As soon as I started spraying his
chest and face I could feel him explode inside me.

I really like the bit just after I've been shagged. I sat there
with him still inside me and I could feel his stiffy go all
limp. Then there is that terribly naughty feeling that comes
from doing something that only a girl should be doing. He made
me go to the toilet and let it all out before we went to bed. I
wish he would let me keep it inside me all night.

The next morning I knew how I wanted my eggs cooked without any
help from John. But I still can't get over how much food they
have over here.

When Danny came to collect me, so as John could work in peace, I
could tell he was after me again. His hands were never off me
unless someone was watching us. He showed me the crew's quarters
on the train. They are not nearly as good as the passenger's
bit. While we were sitting alone I asked Danny if he had ever
given a girl a baby.  He laughed and nodded.

"Really?" I asked him.

"Yeah, it was my cousin's wife, Cerise. I was about your age
when I done it."

"Didn't your cousin mind?" I asked.

Again he laughed, "You don't think we told him, do you? Cerise
and him had been trying for a baby for two years but nothing
happened.  She reckoned it was his fault so she went with me. I
nailed her just once and she was knocked up. Now she's after me
for another kid."

"Will you do it again?"

"Yeah, my cousin loves the kid and he's dying for another one.
So I reckon I'll slip her a length one night when he's not
there."

Danny really gave me a shock when he told me he had made a baby.
It means that John was right; I am old enough to become a
father. It's sort of frightening. I'd better stay away from
girls. Gosh, I've sucked a cock that has made a new life.

When he took me into compartment G again I saw he had already
put a towel on the bed. So I knew that I was going to be
shagged. I wonder, if a black boy shags a white girl what colour
will the baby be? He hardly had the door closed before he had
his arms round me, pulling me back onto his stiffy.

"How about letting me ride you?" he whispered in my ear.

"Have you got anything to grease me with," I asked.

"Yeah, I got something," he said.

He had me undressed in a very short time. Everything went but my
socks. Then, quick as a flash, he was standing just in his socks
too. John is much hairier than Danny. He only has hair round his
willy and under his arms while John has hair everywhere.

Danny stood in front of me with his legs slightly apart and
holding his willy in his hand. He stroked it and offered it to
me to suck. I went down on my knees and took him into my mouth.
He kept stroking the shaft while the head was in my mouth. I
kept thinking about where it had been and what it had done.

"You're real good at that," he said, stroking my head, "why if I
hadn't set my heart on riding you I'd let go right now."

I wasn't too sure that letting him shag me was a good idea, so I
put a bit more effort into sucking his willy. When I began to
play with his balls I could feel him starting to lose it. After
a few minutes he groaned and grabbed my head. I had won! I had
made a boy, who had got a girl pregnant, shoot his spunk when he
didn't want to! For some reason this gave me a feeling of power.
He makes a lot more spunk than John. But I waited until he had
stopped shooting and swallowed it. Then I found that if I kept
on sucking I could get a little more out.

"Now you'll have to wait about twenty minutes before I can ride
you," he said.

I just grinned and wondered if I could pull the same trick
again.

"But it'll take me a long time to shoot. So you'll get a really
good ride from this nigger," he said, as he pulled me to my
feet.

We lay on the bed together and it took a lot less than twenty
minutes for him to go hard. He had only been lying on top of me
and kissing for about five minutes before he began to get a
stiffy again. When he was ready he produced some soft cooking
fat as the grease. I wasn't too happy about it at first, but it
worked quite well. He got four fingers inside me before he tried
with his willy.

The same trick worked with him as it had with John. I think he
was surprised just how easily he got it in me. He shagged me
very slowly and he seemed to enjoy taking his time. Then he
started talking dirty to me, whispering things in my ear as he
shagged me, asking me if I liked to be ridden by a nigger.  Did
I like a black cock inside me? Telling me that he was going to
fill me with his nigger cum.  Describing what it looked like
when his cock disappeared up my bum and how soft my bum felt on
his cock. Saying that, if I was his, he would ride me three time
a day until I walked funny.

He doesn't shag me the same way John does. He thrusts very hard,
as if he really means it. When I started wriggling about under
him, the way I had with John, he speeded up and said, "Keep
doing that bitch and I'm going to give you a little black
bastard."

As I thought he was getting near the end I got one hand under me
and began to play with my own willy. It didn't take much to make
me shoot and I could feel my bum tighten up on him. It did the
trick and he tried to give me a baby. It felt nice, his big
black willy squirting his spunk into me, just like I was his
girl.

When he was through he stayed on top of me and kept saying
things in my ear. He said that anyone with an ass as soft and
fuckable as mine should really be a girl. He told me that, if I
was his bitch he'd keep me pregnant for nine months of every
year, and it made me shiver all over. I wondered what it would
be like to live with a man who would do things like that to you,
whether I wanted it or not.

"Do you do this with all the white boys on the train?" I asked,
after he had got off me and we were getting dressed.

That made him laugh and he said, "No, it's usually the white men
that like getting ridden by me."

"You do it with men too?"

"Yeah, and most of them pay me for doing it to them," he said,
laughing.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, the really well-to-do ones with the expensive hand made
suits and all the airs and graces. I get them on their knees
sucking my cock and paying for it. And I make them pay more if I
fuck them. But since you're so pretty, you get it for free."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. But he
didn't tell me to go to the toilet and clean it all out. So for
the first time I got to keep the spunk inside me. But after a
couple of hours I began to worry about John noticing it. So I
slipped out of our compartment and went to the toilet at the end
of the coach to get  rid of it. I jacked myself off, just
thinking about it.

Not long after that we got to the end of our journey and we had
to get packed again. I was rather sad to say goodbye to Danny.
It would have been a lot of fun to go on another trip with him
and let him have a few more tries at getting me pregnant. As we
said goodbye to him I saw John slip him some money. I don't know
how much he got, but it made him smile.   Later I asked John why
he had done it, and he told me that it was normal to tip the
attendant. But because Danny had been so good at taking care of
me, he tipped him a bit extra. I had trouble not laughing then
because Danny had got paid for shagging me.

 There was a big car waiting for us. It had everything, a radio
and a small bar with drinks in it. So we sat in the back like
royalty and the chauffeur drove us to John's house. He told me
that it is not really his car, it belongs to his company, but no
one else is allowed to use it.

When we got to John's house a rather strange man met us at the
door.  His name is Randy and he has been looking after John's
house while he was in England. I say he is strange, because he
reminds me of a bird in the way he moves, sudden and jerkily. He
also gave me some funny looks, not exactly like the ones John
and Danny give me, but close.

He had made us dinner and he is a very good cook. Then John said
that I should have a bath so I left them talking in the dining
room. John has endless hot water and I had a nice long soak.
When I came out Randy had left and John went for a shower. Then
we went straight to bed.

I snuggled right up to John and made him hard. I think it is
funny the way I can give him a stiffy just by cuddling him. But
as soon as  I had it in my mouth he turned me round and went for
my bum. Once he starts kissing me there I get the urge to be
shagged. Thank goodness he didn't play with me for long. He
rolled me over onto my face, spread my legs, wet his willy with
spit and slid it into me.

I'm getting very good at taking it. Now I have worked out how to
relax. Soon I could feel the hairs round his willy pressing
against my bum. I like the overfull feeling it causes and the
way it rubs that bit inside me when we shag. He must have been
as excited as I was because we both came very fast.

While he lay on top of me with his willy going soft inside me, I
asked him a lot of questions about the war. He says that it will
stop someday, but not until America goes in. He also says that I
most likely won't have to join up. I'm awful glad about that as
I don't think I could kill someone.

Fortunately he had put a towel down so the mess was easily
cleaned up. He forgot to tell me to go to the toilet so at last
I got to keep it in me all night. It felt good in the morning to
know that I still had his stuff inside me.

But I got rid of it as soon as I got up, which was just as well
as we showered together. That was a lot of fun because John got
a stiffy right away and I got to suck it! Then, after I had
swallowed his load he stuck his finger up me and jacked me off.
Only then did I realise that Danny never touched my willy.
Funny, I didn't notice that before. Come to think of it, he only
treated me like a girl, never like a boy. I sort of enjoyed
that.

John took me to work with him in his own car, not the one we
used last night. It has a radio in it too! He says that he'll
teach me to drive it one day soon. When we got to the factory,
one of his friends, Brian, showed me round. They make all sorts
of valves for radios here, although they call them 'vacuum
tubes'. Brian also showed me the television equipment. It is
true they can send pictures by radio waves. I even saw myself on
the screen. It is only black and white for now, the colour
experiments still aren't working very well.

Then he told me how much a television set cost. No wonder no one
is buying them. He says that a colour set will cost a lot more.
I doubt if it will ever catch on.

I had lunch with John in the factory canteen, though they call
it the 'commissary'. The whole factory eats in there, even the
bosses! I didn't realise it before but John owns the factory. It
was his dad's but he died and he left it to John. He also left a
house which John says we are going to move into. He says it has
a swimming pool! But as it is outdoors you can only use it in
the summer.

That evening he took me out to dinner in a big restaurant where
all the waiters were in penguin suits. It was very posh and the
food was very good.

When we got home John ran a bath for us. He's a lot of fun as he
doesn't mind if the water goes all over the room when we are
mucking about in the bath. I even managed to get a shag out of
him in the bath. I just wriggled around until he was hard then
worked it into me all on my own. He shagged me very slowly and
it was lovely.  Then he jacked me off and made me shoot all over
the place. Again he never noticed that I kept it in me all
night.

Chapter 16 (John's Diary)

Mon 11-17-1941

One very busy day!

After waking, Tim and I had a shower together. This, as it
turned out, was not a brilliant idea. Mainly because I was in a
bit of a hurry and he was having his first shower with someone.
To cut a long story short, he got me hard, no great feat, then
he decided that my cock now needed sucking.

I tried pulling him off me, but it was a waste of time. There
was no way that he would be satisfied until I had shot my bolt.
Then I had to finger him and jack him off at the same time. Only
then could we get on with washing. I will have to set my alarm
to go off at least thirty minutes earlier in future.

Breakfast was a bit of a rush then we set off to work in my own
car.  It's not quite as plush as the company limo, but Tim was
still impressed and played with the radio all the way to work. I
wonder when the novelty will wear off?

Everyone was delighted with the orders I brought back. I got one
of the boys to show Tim round while I held court telling one and
all of my adventures in England. I don't think they really
understood the horrors that people there are living through.
Very few seem to think that we should join in the war. But,
unless we do, I can't see any other way out for England.

Tim came back and we had lunch in the commissary. Dad was quite
strict about that; everyone from the boss to the floor sweeper
eats together. That way, if someone had a gripe, they could get
to talk to him. It is something that I'll never change.

In the afternoon I got Patty, my secretary, to take dad's old
house off the market and get a cleaning service to go over the
place. We went out for dinner that evening. A first class
restaurant was called for and we had an excellent meal.

When we got home I ran a bath. I normally don't like having
another guy in the bath with me. But as Tim is quite small, he
fits in perfectly. I was quite surprised at how much fun you can
have when both of you are soapy and wet.

The horseplay was going along famously when I suddenly noticed
that  Tim was in my arms and pushing his round little buns into
my groin.  With very little effort on my part I got my erection
into his crack.  From there on my cock found its own way home.
Soon I had the head of it in him and with a little pushing and
some wriggling on his part, the rest was quickly embedded in his
ass.

It is not really possible to have a quick fuck while immersed in
water. Slow gentle strokes were the order of the day. I really
enjoyed the gradual approach of my climax and I savored each
ejaculation of my seed into his depths.

I then finished him off by hand and luxuriated in the sensation
of his ass squeezing my wilting member as he shot all over the
place.  God, did I produce that much when I was his age? I can't
really remember making such a mess. I must remember to have them
pull out the old bath in dad's house and fit a bigger one.

Tue 12-2-1941

We moved into dad's old house today. It has been a busy two
weeks.  Tim is enrolled at the local high school and starts just
after the holidays. The new double bath has been fitted and
tonight we'll try it out together. I've got all the plans for
Christmas made.  Everything at the factory is great; we are in
full production and shipping to England. Even our own government
is placing orders and requesting research. My memories of war
torn England are fading and the whole of the war now seems to be
so distant. I've even been able to find dad's old cook and
housekeeper. They have agreed to come back and work for me. Life
is good.

Chapter 17 (Tim's Jotter)

I haven't had time to write anything recently as we have been
very busy. I'm enrolled in the local school and I had to get all
the books and other things that I'll need. We are moving into
John's dad's house soon. The builders have been in making some
changes. You should see the bath he has got them to put in.
There is plenty of room for both of us to get in together.

The war seems so far away now. It is still on the radio but here
there is no rationing, everyone has petrol for their cars, all
the shops are lit up and full of things to buy. Christmas looks
like being fun. I think I'll stop writing this journal as the
jotter is nearly full and I don't think that I'm going to die in
the war after all, thanks to John.

Chapter 18 (John's Diary)

Sun 12-7-1941

All day I have been listening to the news on the radio from the
Hawaiian Islands and I still don't believe it. The Pacific fleet
gone! There is no way that Roosevelt can keep us out of the war
now.  I had better get to the factory early tomorrow and get
ready for the work that will be coming our way. God help us all.

The Epilogue

So, that was the story of how Uncle John and Uncle Tim met in
England during the war. I even found the radio they made
together, and it still works! I never knew that Tim was so young
when they first fell in love. I had always thought that they
were both adults. However their love lasted all of their lives.
Which is more than a lot of straight couples can say.

The End