Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 18:30:27 +0000 From: Jeffrey Fletcher Subject: Two Jubilees and One Spitfire Part 13 This is a story that involves sex between males. If such a story is offensive, or illegal for you to read where you live, then do not continue, go and surf elsewhere. This is a work of fiction and in no way draws on the lives of any specific person or persons. If there is any similarity to any real persons or events it is entirely coincidental. The work is copyrighted (c) by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written permission of the author. My thanks to John and Michael who have read this through and made a number of corrections and suggestions. Any remaining errors , grammatical, spelling or historical or whatever are entirely my fault. I am trying to use terms that were used by us who were young in the UK at that time, and not to use anachronistic terms, like gay, blow job, wank, and cum. It is surprising how difficult it is. If you want to comment on the story then do contact me on Jeffyrks@hotmail.com. I aim to reply to all messages. Two Jubilees and One Spitfire. Part 13 Resume:- Trevor is a thirteen year old from a deprived background in the East End of London. He is being brought up by a Jew, who is an Austrian refugee. Trevor has become friends with a boy at school, usually called Con, and another boy Fergus, when on holiday in Scotland. Part 13. School and holidays. Something else was happening in Trevor's life during that school year 1946/7. Many of his contemporaries at his completely male school discovered girls. It was not that they had not known of them before, many of them had sisters and cousins. They were regarded as a strange and rather silly necessity that unfortunately came with human existence. The Girl's Grammar School, the parallel school to the one Trevor attended, was a foreign country, full of these alien creatures, with their different interests, and playing sissy games. They were almost a different species. But when the powerful hormone testosterone began to course its way through these young males, there was a change. The young female instead of being despised and rejected became attractive and desirable. Boys, who would not have been seen dead near the girl's school, suddenly began to hang around that school's gates. A glance, a smile, and even more a word from one of these exotic creatures became a matter of great importance. Pictures of girls became a marketable commodity. Then some boy brought a copy of Health and Efficiency to school. It had been stolen from the bedroom of an older brother. Furtively this boy showed his copy to his closest friends in the seclusion of the toilet block. Health and Efficiency was a publication of the Naturist Movement. It was small, about A4, size. This meant that it was easily kept hidden in a pocket or a school satchel. It had black and white pictures of naked men and women disporting themselves amongst the trees and bushes. The pictures did not show much. The genital areas were often just hidden from view by a leg, or a hand, or even the branch of a tree. When they were shown, that part of the picture was often blurred. It was about the only permitted publication of the naked human form in those far off days. A copy of Health and Efficiency was precious, and only if the owner was in dire financial straits was a copy sold. The boys gloated over the pictures. In small groups they would struggle to get a view of a copy, and giggle over the pictures. Alone at home, the proud possessor of a coveted copy would masturbate over a copy, gloating over the pictures of the women. The sexes made contact. Boys started going to parties at which girls were present. That was something unheard of a year before. The bragging of the young male began to be heard. "I kissed her." "She let me feel her breast through her dress." "She let me put a finger under her bra, and touch her breast." "She let me remove her bra." "She let me kiss her breasts." "She let me get my hand up under her skirt." "She played with my cock until I shot my load, it went all over her dress." Until of course, there came the boy who said he had gone all the way with one of these creatures. There was a time lapse of probably one to two years between the discovery of girls, with the first feeble fumbling, to the first claim by a young adventurous male to have gone all the way. Whether that particular young man had done all he said he had done is open to some doubt. Trevor got invited to parties at which girls were present. Women had played a smaller role in Trevor's short life so far, than they had in the lives of most of his contemporaries. He had no sisters. He had no cousins. Yes, there were girls at his primary school, but there were none at the Grammar School. The women he had had most contact with in his life were his mother, now dead; Mrs Hearn, down in Somerset; Mrs Cussins, the neighbour in Limehouse, and Mrs Stevens the next door neighbour in Leytonstone. Ever since he had moved in with Isaac women had played an even smaller role in his life. Trevor told Isaac about the parties. They even started discussing whether he should have a birthday party. One night they were in bed, still adopting one of the positions from their earliest days together. Trevor was lying in the crook of Isaac's arm, and a leg was over Isaac's thigh and their cocks near each other. "I've been thinking, Trev, and feeling guilty." "What about? You haven't got another boy lined up have you?" "No. You're my boy, and I think if I live to 90, which would make you 71, you'd still be my special boy. No, I've been thinking about you and girls. I think I've been guilty of presuming that you're a man who likes men. But I'm not sure that has to be so. I wonder if the circumstances of your life have conditioned you that way." "What do you mean?" "Your first sexual encounter was with Harry, down in Somerset. Then back in the East End there was Fred, Bill, and Len." "Don't talk to me about Fred. I don't want to remember him." "And then there was me. You have been with me for three and a half years, nearly. I don't think I've given you a choice. Maybe your real nature is to love women. Perhaps your real destiny should be to marry, and have children." They were silent for a while and then Isaac continued. "The whole of life, and especially those early years, are a time of discovering who and what you are. You discover you don't like Maths, or you're good at French. You find out you're bad at cricket and good at rugby." "That's me," muttered Trevor. "Most men just drift into being a man who loves women. It is what happens to the majority. There are a minority like me who discover that they are different. I grew up in a large family, there were aunts, and sisters, and female cousins. My brothers liked girls. I had to discover that though I liked girls at one level, at the deepest level I did not. I never wanted to share my life with a girl. I never wanted to push my member, (that you are at the moment fondling so pleasantly,) I never wanted to push him into any female. It was a hard discovery to make. It was isolating, and estranging. I knew something about myself I could never tell any of my family. They would have been horrified, they might even have thrown me out. One minor attraction in coming to this country was that I would be on my own, and free to be myself. I say that, knowing that I would have preferred my family to have come with me, especially knowing what happened to them. "For you it has been very different. I wonder if circumstances have forced you to be one of the minority, one of those who are different. Trev, my love, keep an open mind about girls. There are men who are really in the minority who, because of society, married. But there is always something not quite right hanging over their marriage. Life becomes very hard for them because they did not realise, or did not have the courage, to be different. I don't want you to find, when you are, say twenty or thirty or more years older, that you should have got married, and had a family. Think about it Trev, over the next few years. And know this; whatever you discover about yourself I will always love you, and I will always support you." Isaac kissed Trevor gently. When sleep came it was Isaac who was asleep first. He had got something he had been thinking about off his mind. Trevor had just been given something to ponder over, and he was much longer in going to sleep. *** Life was broadening out for Trevor. He joined the School Combined Cadet Force. Each Friday after school there was a parade. He was shouted at and drilled. He learnt how to hold, and clean, and fire a rifle. They went out to some ranges on the Essex coast to do that on one Saturday each term. He learnt how to strip and clean and fire a bren gun. He did not need to be taught how to map read, he knew that already. He moved among a circle of friends. After the encounter with Con in Epping Forest they became close friends. Often Trevor was round at the Conway house. Sometimes they sat at either end of the table in one or other house doing their different home work. The Monday after their cycle ride in the Forest Con sidled up to Trevor and whispered in his ear. "When can we do it again?" "Certainly next Saturday, we can go for another ride." "I don't think I can wait till then, I'm already getting desperate." Trevor laughed. "So am I." "We cannot do it at my place because my Mum and sisters are always around." "We could go back to my place," said Trevor. "We'd have about an hour before Isaac gets home." "I think I might just manage to wait until then!" They cycled back after school to Trevor's home. Once inside the front door they were into each other's arms and groping each other. "You're hard already," said Trevor. "Been hard most of the day thinking of you." "We'd better take care of that problem pretty quick then." Trevor grabbed Con's hand and pulled him upstairs, and into his own bedroom, not the one he slept in every night! Without a further word being spoken they stripped off, and stood naked in front of each other. "That's the way I like to see you," said Con. He stepped forward into Trevor's open arms. They rubbed their cocks together, and stroked each other's back and buttocks. "I like your hands on my bum," said Trevor. They moved on to the bed. Trevor put his mouth to Con's cock, and almost immediately he received a mouthful of love cream. "Why did that have to happen?" said an exasperated Con. "I wanted it to last, not to be over almost as soon as it had begun." "That'll teach you to think about it all day, you should've concentrated on your school work." "I suppose you were a goodie goodie all day, and never thought about me once" said Con. "What do you think?" "I think you may've thought about me once or twice." "Something like that," added Trevor with a laugh. "I want to do it to you, and I'm not going to pull away and get it full blast in the face this time," said Con. He got into position kneeling between Trevor's legs and looked down at Trevor upright cock. "That is a wonderful sight." With one hand he felt Trevor's balls, and stroked them with the back of a finger. Then he lowered his head and began to suck. Trevor lay back and shut his eyes. With his hands he softly stroked Con's hair and fondled his ears. This may have been only Con's second sucking of a penis, but he had learnt from his first time, and the two occasions that Trevor had done it to him. Teeth were now completely and safely out of the way. Lips and tongue came into play. Appreciative groans, and whispered comments of pleasure from Trevor, encouraged him. Trevor took longer before shooting his load. This time every drop went into, and stayed in Con's mouth. He swallowed, and looked at Trevor. "I think I like that taste. I think I'll be wanting some more of that." "The bar's open any time." "So's mine." They fell into each other's arms and lay close, just enjoying each other's presence. Minutes passed. "Isaac will be back soon. We'd better get dressed," said Trevor. They got off the bed, and Con walked across to the chest of drawers. He picked up the wooden plane. "Spitfire?" "Yep." "You make it?" "No a friend. His name was Harry." "Who was he?" asked Con. "I was evacuated at the start of the war down to Somerset. There was this older boy, Harry. We did things together. I used to toss him off, even though I was a small kid then. Then we got caught, and I had to come back to London. He gave it to me the day I left. It's very precious for me." "Thanks for telling me, Russ. I'll ask you more about that some other time. Thanks for this time together. " Con flung his arms round Trevor and kissed him. "You're just great!" They got dressed, and Con left for his home. A quarter of an hour later Isaac returned home. Trevor told him what had happened, and asked if it was alright. "Of course it is. Be careful, but you're safe in what you do here. Do it here anytime, rather than somewhere where it is not safe." He bent over, he had to bend rather less now than he had to three years or so before, and he kissed Trevor. "Love you, Trev." "Love you too, Isaac." *** The summer term brought exams, and the General School Certificate Examination for Con. Their relationship continued to strengthen. They were often at each other's house. Trevor got to know Con's two sisters. One was older, the other younger than Con. There were only four and half years between the oldest and youngest girl, so the three Conway children were close. Trevor began to relate freely and easily with both the Conway girl's. Often Trevor was included in Conway family activities. Sometimes Mr Conway would take the two boys out, to a football match, usually to watch Spurs at White Hart Lane, or in the summer to watch some cricket. Three first class counties were within easy reach, Essex, Middlesex, and Surrey. Con, as a good Essex man, was totally committed to his county. Trevor had been born in London, and could have supported any of the three counties, but to add spice to his friendship with Con he became a fervent Middlesex supporter. Con was also often at Trevor's home. He got to know Isaac well. Isaac started taking Con with them to concerts and the theatre in the West End. There was always a lot of talking and discussion, sometimes heated, at Trevor's home. Isaac and Trevor had kept up their custom of speaking in French or German. Con had done no German so when he was around it was usually French. At first he found it difficult to keep up with what was being said. Slowly he began to join in more and more. Isaac's argumentativeness came to the fore, and once he realised what was going on and that a heated argument did not mean the end of a friendship, Con joined in. Politics, international affairs, questions of ethics and morality were all chewed over. Sometimes Isaac argued from a radical or far left position, and the next time he argued for the conservative extreme right. Both Trevor's and Con's minds and debating skills were sharpened, and this in turn came to stand them in good stead at school. Throughout that year there had been a regular correspondence between Trevor and Fergus MacKenzie in Scotland. Much of the correspondence was about what they would do when Trevor came north for his holiday. Con and Trevor had a passionate farewell time the day before he left for Scotland. When the evening of his departure arrived, Isaac took Trevor's luggage to Kings Cross, while Trevor cycled to the station. Isaac saw Trevor and his bicycle safely onto the sleeper for Fort William. The train left at 8.00pm. The sleeping car attendant was an elderly man, and he detected that Trevor had not done this trip alone before. He kept a fatherly eye on him. Through the night the train went north. At one stage Trevor woke, and climbing out of his berth peered out of the window. The train was crossing a bridge over a river, and then it clattered through a station, and he saw the name, Newcastle. When he woke in the morning it was light outside. He looked out; they were into the Scottish mountains. At 9.49am on a bright sunny morning Trevor's train pulled into Fort William. Fergus and his father were there to meet him. Dr MacKenzie had come in his car, and Fergus had cycled. It had meant an early start for him. Luggage and bicycle were unloaded. Before Fergus and Trevor set off to cycle the 9 miles to the Corran Ferry, Fergus took Trevor to see his school in Fort William. There was only a small primary school in Strontian. When children were old enough they were sent as weekly boarders to this school in Fort William. They were at the school from Monday morning until Friday afternoon. They went home for the weekends. The boys made the short crossing of Lock Linnhe on the ferry, and then down the narrow road that made its way across to Strontian. That was a further 15 miles. They did not hurry. They arrived at Strontian in the middle of the afternoon. Trevor and Fergus did much in the two and a half weeks before Isaac came north. He visited the ladies, and was made very welcome. On the two Sundays Trevor escorted Nanny Flora to the Kirk. Fergus and all his family were also there. And much to Trevor's amusement and interest it was one of the occasions when Fergus wore his kilt. He wondered what Fergus wore underneath, but when he asked he was never given an answer. The two boys ranged far afield on their cycles. They got out to Kilchoan and Ardnamurchan Point, the most westerly point on the mainland of the British Isles. They went down to Lochaline. One day they went to Glenfinnen where there is the memorial to Bonnie Prince Charlie. They did not just cycle. They also walked, or rather they scrambled up the mountains. "Let's go up that one." They went up Garbh Bheinn. Early on in the holiday they decided to go up Ben Resipol. They were scrambling over some rocks about half way up the mountain when they were caught in a sudden shower of rain. Nearby was an overhanging rock, so they sheltered under that. The shower soon passed, but they decided to eat their lunch there, sitting looking out over Loch Sunnart below and over the hills of Morven. In the distance they could make out Ben More on the Isle of Mull. Trevor turned to Fergus, "Is this the cave you saw in your second sight thing last summer?" Fergus looked around anew, "Yes, it could be. Fancy you remembering that." "So where are the cigarettes, then." "I haven't got any," said Fergus, but he blushed a bright red. "Why are you blushing?" asked Trevor, more intrigued than inquisitive. "I am not blushing!" said Fergus with emphasis on each word. "Oh yes you are," said Trevor with a laugh. "You're even looking guilty." He reached over and gave Fergus a push. Fergus pushed back, and before they knew what they were doing they were wrestling together. Trevor and Fergus were of similar height and weight. They were evenly matched. Each tried to get on top, and hold the other down. It was not a serious contest, there was much laughter. One would tickle the other when he thought that would give him an advantage. Trevor kept asking, "Tell me." To which Fergus replied, "No I won't." Eventually Fergus got the upper hand, and held Trevor down beneath him. Sometime before that, Trevor's cock had taken notice of the close presence of a young attractive male. Fergus stopped still and looked into Trevor's eyes. "I can feel your cock. It's hard." "So what? I suppose you, as a feeble Scot, can't even get a good hard cock yet." Fergus roared with laughter, and grabbing one of Trevor's hand pushed it into his groin. "Feel that then. That's a good hard Scottish cock, you flabby light-cocked Sassenach." "What's that doing hard?" "What's yours doing hard?" asked Fergus. Trevor felt Fergus. "Is this the famed caber that you Scots are so fond of tossing?" asked Trevor giving Fergus one of his cheeky grins. "Aye, it does get tossed. Quite often." "So does mine." Fergus moved slightly so that he could get his hand to Trevor. "Is 'quite often' now. Want me to toss you off?" Fergus just nodded. Each undid the other's shorts. Cocks were extracted, and admired. Fergus' was slightly the larger. "It is a caber too," said Trevor. "Done this before?" "Yes. I've got one special school friend at home, called Con. You?" "Yes, at school. With the four boys in my dorm. Nearly every night." A drop of pre-seminal juice appeared on the tip of Fergus' cock. Trevor licked it off. "And that too." added Fergus. Then as if given an order they tore off their clothes, only their socks and boots were left on. They now wrestled together, only this time the desire was different. Both wanted to get as close, and to be touching as much of the other as possible. Especially they wanted to get their cocks together. Then Trevor kissed Fergus' neck, and nibbled an ear. Fergus responded. Soon they had added passionate kissing to their activity. "I'm glad you like kissing," said Fergus, "only one of the other guys in the dorm likes it. But I like it." "Con likes it too, fortunately." They thrust away at each other. Then Fergus cried out, "Damn! damn! damn!" His cocked pulsated and jets of sperm flowed out onto Trevor. Trevor thrust back, and some seconds later his sperm was added to Fergus'. They pulled slightly apart so that they could see their love juice. Trevor reached down and mixed it all together with a finger. Then he put the finger into his mouth. "A good mixture. Tastes good." Fergus followed suit. "We're well and truly joined now." "And you still haven't told me what you saw in your second sight thing," said Trevor. "It's just happened." "What do you mean?" asked Trevor. "I saw what we've just done." Trevor looked at Fergus with open-mouthed amazement. "You saw that?" Fergus nodded. "Then why didn't you say then?" "How could I, Trev? I didn't know what you thought about what we've just done. Anyway Isaac was in the room, so I made up the story of the cigarettes." Trevor laughed. "No wonder you were in a fix last year, and just now, when I first asked you." "Makes you think," said Fergus seriously. "No shower of rain, no remembering by you, no rocky shelter, and it may well not have happened." "If I hadn't pushed you, if we had not wrestled, if my cock had not hardened. I tried hard to stop you from feeling it." "So did I with mine," said Fergus with a laugh. "If all those ifs had not happened we might never have discovered we both liked the same thing." They dressed and resumed their ascent of Ben Resipol. On their way down they stopped in the same place, and made love again. "Can I ask you a very personal question?" asked Fergus, when they were nearly at the bottom. "Fire away." "This is a very cheeky, nosy question. When you and Isaac are staying together at my grandparent's croft you have to sleep in the same bed. What's it like sleeping with an adult man? What do you do when your cock gets hard, like early in the morning?" This time it was Trevor who blushed. He went a very bright red. "You're blushing now. You've gone a bright red." accused Fergus. Trevor stopped walking, and turned to Fergus. He stood in silence. Fergus looked at him expectantly. "If I tell you Ferg, you must promise not to tell another soul. Can you really promise? Not to tell, ever?" "I promise never to tell another what Trevor tells me." Slowly, watching Fergus all the time, Trevor told his story. He told him about Harry, but did not mention the Spitfire. He told him about Fred and Bill. He told him about how he first encountered Isaac, and all that had followed. Fergus was a good listener. He was fascinated in the story of Harry. He was horrified when told about Fred. He was surprised when he heard about Bill and his boys. He was intrigued when he heard about Isaac. When Trevor finished telling his story he stepped forward and put his arms round Trevor. "Thank you for telling me all that. What a life you've led. I promise I will not tell a soul. But what a good man Isaac is. He's been like a good father to you. He's given you a home, security, taught you. And you must've cost him a mint of money." "Trust a Scotsman to bring in money," said Trevor with a laugh. With that they continued on their way down. They collected their cycles and rode deep in conversation along that quiet road back to Strontian. When Isaac came north Trevor told him about what had happened high on Ben Resipol, but he did not tell him that Fergus knew so much about his past. It was the first significant thing he kept from Isaac. *** Unfortunately the good weather broke when Isaac came north. There were several days of drizzling rain. Other days were showery, there were no more fully sunny days. On the better days Trevor and Fergus went off together. Isaac was more than happy to read, and stroll around. he did not want to go up any mountain. On the really wet days the boys stayed in at either the MacKenzies where Trevor was staying or at Fergus' home. They played cards, monopoly or chess together. There were still the daily visits for a meal with the ladies. Often Nanny Flora would sit talking with Trevor. He told her about his evacuation to Somerset. He told her about the Spitfire, but not about the nocturnal and barn activities. He told her about the blitz, and something of his life as an urchin running at times from the police in the East End of London. This upright old lady with her high standards was fascinated by Trevor. She was full of praise to Isaac. "You've achieved the miracle. You've made a sow's ear into a silk purse." All too soon the time came for their return to London, but not before more plans were discussed for the next year. Then it was back to Leytonstone, back to Con, and early in September, back to school.. *** Jeff at jeffyrks@hotmail.com