Date: Fri, 9 May 2008 13:16:29 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: MARAT

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

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PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
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tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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MARAT



by




G. Cutter




I had just turned seventeen when I met Marat. I was in the Navy and had
just left training and was an Ordinary Signalman which meant that I was
just about the lowest of the low, an 'Ord' as we were rather contemptuously
called by the older hands. Mind you the Navy was getting modern and they'd
pass on. By the time I finished my twelve year term they'd be long gone and
I could walk around calling newbies 'Ords'... that was the extent of my
ambition at the time. Looking back it all seems pretty sad but there you go
- that's life,

I was drafted to a minsweeper of all things in Plymouth which was taking
the piss on the Navy's part as I lived in London and being dumped amongst a
bunch of 'oggies' who barely spoke English as I understood it was the
pits. The one consolation was that they weren't a bad bunch of lads and
apart from the occasional snipe at my London accent I settled in OK. Most
of them came from the South West and I arrived at a confusing time. The
ship or boat as we called her was going in for a refit of six months with a
couple of others from the squadron making three of us in one drydock. These
boats by the way were the small wooden things with a crew of around fifty
or sixty as I recall. Only three signalmen and four radio operators, that
was the sum total of the Communications Branch. To get personal we had a
Leading Signalman, a Signalman and myself as the junior member, the
Signalman was an eighteen year old called Marat. So there you go, now you
know.

Marat was as West Country as you get. He actually lived in Devonport which
is the naval side of Plymouth, his parents ran a hotel up the hill from the
dockyard and he was nice. I mean he was tasty, taller than I was and very
dark haired, almost black which was wasn't unusual around there. They
always said that they were Celtic by stock which is a load of crap but who
cared. Marat was a vision and the first time I saw him in the showers I
nearly creamed my jeans (not that I had any on). He had a big dangly with a
neat black haired pubic bush and I fell in love with his body if not him
just like that. I think he had me sussed out as he gave me a few funny
looks after that but never said anything.

He was very friendly and being the nearest in both grading and branch he
obvioulsy became my mucker or pal although just that little bit senior. It
turned out that he had a fifteen year old brother, his parents owned a
hotel (I've said that), they also ran a pub beneath the hotel and he
disappeared every weekend unless standing a duty. I missed him the weekends
he was away,. he was fun, he had an infectious sense of humour and didn't
take life too seriously which did me good. I was from a broken home, I
hated my parents equally and really baulked at the thought of going on
leave. I hated being at home that much. I joined the Navy to get away from
them not to visit every five minutes.

I restricted my home visits to the big fortnightly holidays when we got a
rail warrant home, no way would I pay to take a weekend up in London. If I
wanted a weekend off the boat I'd book into Aggy Westons which was a sort
of naval bed and breakfast, a small cabin with clean bedding and that was
it.

Anyway, here I was settling in and dreading the upcoming leave which was
around a fortnight away. If I had to pick a time when this little saga
started apart from seeing Marat all soapy and wet in the shower (grrrr...)
it would be the day he came into our mess for his morning tea.

'The Cox'n needs your leave form, Tommy.'

'Shit,' I griped. 'I hate fuckin' leaves.' It came out on the spur of the
moment. I knew I hadn't filled out a leave form and was puitting it off as
long as possible childishly hoping that we'd go to war or something equally
stupid.

'I love 'em,' Marat grinned and sat down alongside me and poured himself a
mug of tea. 'Home, decent food, nice bed, kid bro to kick the shit out
of...'

I laughed, not quite like my home. A small flat with my mum bitching every
time I saw her. I actually used to get a job on leave to earn some money
and keep out of the place, it was that bad.

'So, what's up, Micky. Tell your Uncle Jim.' That was his name by the way,
Jim Marat. I should have mentioned it earlier. My own name was Mick Thomas
hence the Tommy nickname.

We had time on our hands and I was feeling a bit sorry for myself so I
spilled the beans. I came out with it all, my home life, my ongoing war
with my mother and he was a good listener. It was good for me, I felt a lot
better when I'd cleared my chest, dumped the bile sort of thing.

'Get ready for four o'clock,' he said at the end of it all. 'You're coming
ashore with me.'

That was it, after the break we went on our alloted tasks and I was left
wondering what it was all about. Was he offering me a night on the town,
was he taking me home. God knows and I didn't really care. My Marat had
invited me out... I had a date. I might have been getting ahead of myself
and probably was but I was in love. I doubt very much that he was but I
just had a sneaky suspicion he might have fancied me, now that's making a
huge leap but I was only seventeen and a bit of an innocent at the time. I
made assumptions all the time and they were invariably wrong.

However, I did as I'd been told, I changed with him and he didn't say a
lot. In fact, I felt that I was going on one of these mystery tours which
used to be very popular for bored older people. I hurried to keep up with
him as he virtually galloped out of the dockyard and we got a bus upto St
Budeaux which is what they called the area on the hill above the dockyard.
The had a Signal School up there but that was incidental... hell of a dump
anyway.

'Where we going,' I had to break the strong silent treatment. I was
beginning to feel like a bloody schoolkid and I wasn't that much younger
than he was.

'Oh, taking you home for a meal,' he grinned. 'You need to unwind, Micky
boy. Get yourself sorted out.'

'I am sorted out,' I snapped. 'Just pissed off with home life... my home
life that is.' I didn't want him to think I didn't want to visit his home,
I did. I was also a bit interested in his younger brother. If he was half
as handsome as Marat I'd be falling in love again and I did like the
fifteen year old types.

'Just being a Christian,' he murmured and gave me that grin again. A funny
remark that as I was feeling far from Christian, I was lusting after him
and his kid brother I hadn't even seen yet.

'Lead on, sir,' I said as we got from the bus and walked up the road to an
imposing building on the corner.

'Chez Marat,' he excaimed brightly and pushed open the door to the saloon
bar and ushered me in. He marched straight upto the bar and addressed the
man and woman both watching the news on a huge televsion up on the
wall. 'Hi, Mum, Dad... I brought a mate back. Mick Thompson, the young
siggy I told you about.'

I was surprised by the reaction. They immediatly abandoned the television
and were all over me in a manner of speaking. I'll never knock West Country
hospitality, ever. They were the souls of kindness and leaving the guy at
the bar with two elderly customers Jim and his mother hustled me around the
back into the kitchen. We had a natter and in the end she shooed us both
upstairs to get changed. Now that was another problem as I had my uniform
on and that was my lot but Jim was now in full flow. He dragged me up the
stairs to the top of the building and proudly showed me his quarters as he
called them. He shared with his brother but it looked like a proper hotel
suite, a lounge or a sitting room, a seperate bedroom and it's own en suite
bathroom and toilet.

'Baz and me got this as they knocked down our room for extra dining room
space.,' he explained as I stood there taking it all in.

'Baz?'

'My kid brother, Basil... don't call him Basil for God's sake unless you
want to upset him.'

'Right, Baz it is,' I laughed.

'I'll lend you some gear, no pyjamas though.'

'Pyjamas?' I must have looked dumb as he smiled or was it smirked.

'You are staying overnight. Yes?'

'Whatever you say,' I shrugged. What could I do. I'd been very neatly
swagged or captured. There you go, me making assumptions again. Perhaps
friend Marat really was a Christian but I have found them to be a bit
sparse, I still think he was after me. I didn't really care, as I've said I
fancied him and that was it. I had noticed that there was only one large
bed in the room and wondered where his brother slept, perhaps I'd have to
share a cot in the attic with him.

I finished up with a pair of his khaki cargoes, a sweatshirt and a pair of
trainers from his wardrobe and cupboards and althought he cargoes were a
bit long in the leg I felt like a new body. A civilian for a night at
least. 'Baz will be home soon, he normally pops into his mates on the way
back from school.'

Ah, right.' I'd completely forgotten that fifteen year olds go to school, I
was so carried away with the clothing exchange. The fact that we were both
hoping around in briefs at one stage did my urges the world of good, put it
this way, I was rescued by his over large cargoes.  'How old is he again?'

'Fifteen,' he grinned. 'A good age.' He gave me another one of his glances.

'Yeah,' I agreed. 'Perfect age,' I risked.

'Perfect,' he echoed me. We really were beating around the bush here and
someone had to say something out of order in the end. I think that's what
we were both scared of, saying the wrong thing. I was almost sure he
fancied me now but it was 'almost' and not 'certainly'. I was still making
one of my massive assumptions. I just didn't want to say something out of
order and spoil things.

'Where does he sleep?'

'On the sofa or in with us... it's a big bed,' he said carelessly but I
caught that funny look again.

'No probs,' I grinned. Indeedy, a seventeen year old one side and a fifteen
the other, I just had to get lucky.

'Here he is,,, or Nellie the Elephant,' Jim laughed as the clatter of heavy
feet sounded on the stairs. He was right, it sounded like a herd of clog
dancers were on the move.  The door burst open and a younger clone of Jim
came into the room, he was only slightly shorter than his brother but the
same facial characteristics with the exception of the hair, he had his in
what I'd call a brushcut, very much more naval than either mine or
Jim's. Baz was shorter and thinner than Jim, he was all boy whereas his
older brother was a young man in the making. 'Micky, this is Baz my kid
brother,' Jim said his bit.

'Please to meetcha,' Baz grinned boyishly. 'Jim's always on about you,' he
stuck his hand out. I shook it noting his firm grip without the any effort
to overwhelm me.

'Me too,' I smiled. He was nice, very yummy, I was surrounded by sexpots,
well, two of them at least and Jim, talked about me, I wondered what he's
had to say.

We sorted out our uniforms and stored them away and after that trooped down
to the dining room where apparently the boys ate with the guests, we were
even waited on by a girl who it seemed was a neighbour and seemed to have a
crush on Baz who completely ignored her. After the meal came payback, the
boys were expected to mess in for the cleanup, washing up etc. and
naturally I helped which got me a few Brownie points from mum or Mrs Marat
I should say. We had a brief chat with her and I felt I was undergoing some
sort of test but I passed it off as my imagination and finished up back in
the boy's room watching the evening television. Boring I suppose but
relaxing, no uniforms, none of the annoying whine of ventilation, no
banging and crashing around... it reallty was heaven to get of the boat and
relax in some peace and quiet.

'We'll go down and have a couple of drinks before bedtime,' Marat declared,
that was Jim of course and I had to stop calling him Marat at least in his
own home.

'Can I come?' Baz chirped. 'With the big bad sailor boys.'

'As long as you don't take the piss,' Jim smiled. 'You can play pool with
Baz, he reckons he's a champ.'

'Why not?' I shrugged.

'Yeah, I'll play with Micky,' Baz gave me a toothy grin and I tried to suss
the boy out. Was that a leading remark, a double entendre, what the hell
was it? I felt like a stranger in a strange land which was a scifi I'd read
recently. He was a dish, our Baz and if he wanted to play with me I'd sure
return the favour. I was looking forward to bedtime, I was bloody sure
these two wre going to pull a stunt but then again I wasn't sure. I was in
a quandry or in a bit of a pickle as our officers would say. I just didn't
know what was going on between these two. I had the feeling that one or
both wanted to say something or wanted me to say something and I was
nervous or scared to be more accurate. I didn't want to cock up big time, I
was a Londoner and streetwise, I knew the score and I'd even dabble with
other lads but had they... and that was the question. To be perfectly
honest I didn't want either one of them to throw a wobbly because I was too
forward. I had to wait for one of them to make the first move, it was easy
as that.

Around nine o'clock Jim decided to take us down into the bar for a nightcap
and have a chat with his dad who'd been missing at the evening meal. I was
ushered out first and to my pleasure and surprise I might add I felt Jim's
hand pat my bottom and then blatantly give it a gentle squeeze.

'You've got good taste,' I muttered which I thought was a middle of the
road remark.

'I saw that,' Baz crowed. 'Pervo sailors.'

'Shurrup big mouth,' Jimmy snarled and then added with a smirk. 'You're
sleeping in with us tonight, brother dear.'

'Could be fun,' Baz laughed and followed us down the stairs. By now my mind
really was in a turnmoil. In the navy a pat on the bum or a grope is no big
deal or it wasn't then. You just shrugged it off as someone being a bit
fruity. Nowadays there'd be ranting and raving about sexual harassment and
all the rest of it. As I said, no biggy but encouraging all the same. I
knew perfectly well that as Jim had got away with it once, he'd go further
next time, it was a dot on the cards. Been there, seen it, done it and got
the t-shirt to use another trite saying. As the song says: It started with
a touch or was it a kiss.

The bar was reasonably busy but we claimed a corner table and I was
re-introduced to Mr Marat who seemed a pleasant enough guy, he asked a few
questions but nothing that could be construed as being nosey. He did advise
Baz that he was on a weak shandy or back upstair which was also quite
reasonable. Both Jim and myself had a proper pint as anyone in uniform or
from the services were considered adult. I did play pool with the mouthy
Baz and maintained my honour which means he beat me but only narrowly. The
bonus was that when he played his brother I had the chance to study their
tight arses as they bent over the table giving it their all. Nice viewing
and I'm bloody sure they were both playing to the gallery which is another
of those phrases which should translate easy enough. However, came ten or
just after we were on our way back upstairs. To be safe Jim and myself had
to leave for seven in the morning and needed to be up around six to get
back into those bloody awful uniforms. Anyway, that wasn't what concerned
me, what did was what happened next.

A shower is what happened. Maybe a ploy or just one of those things but
nothing was more natural than Jim suggesting a shower before bed, Baz was
the one who threw down the gauntlet... Christ, I really must stop talking
in bloody cliches.

'You two can share the shower and I'll do a quick dunk in the bath,' Baz
tugged his shirt off. 'The water soon runs cold up here,' he explained to
me.

'Bossy isn't he?' Jim sat on the bed to remove his trainers.

'Makes sense,' I replied. 'We share showers onboard.' That was a fact of
life, a minsweepers showers are minute compared to some and sharing one in
a hotel wouldn't be too much of a hassle plus I'd finally get to see the
kid brother naked. Now that was something to look forward to, all I had to
hope and pray for was that I didn't pop one.

'Let's do it,' Jim grinned at his brother and I sensed it was a grin of
triumph, whatever they'd cooked up was working. I, for one was glad the
fucking around was over. If no one made a move on me in the bathroom then I
may as well give up. I'd just turned seventeen, I was blonde and in my
opinion I was pretty tasty... what was taking them so long. We got rid of
our clothing although Baz had produced three towels to aid in the mock
modesty bit, he wrapped one around himself but not before giving me a
glimpse of a pure white schooly bottom to die for and a dangly with a neat
black pubic bush. Then again, he'd be in the bath, Jim was going to be
sharing a shower with me and he was the one who had to make the first move
and he would do, that was a foregone conclusion.

By the time Jim and I got into the bathroom Baz was sitting on the side of
the bath waiting for it to top up but he had shed his towel and gave us a
full naked frontal. I tried not to look but when Jim said something about
'as pretty as a picture' I did. Baz was, as pretty as a picture I mean. He
stretched his legs out and grinned at me and his boy's cock which was a
respectabl;e size lay limp and heavy between his legs. He was far from hard
but maybe not that far. His red glans peeped from it's hoody of dark
foreskin, another slight movement from our Baz and it would slip totally
free.

'Yeah,' I agreed with Jim's remark and slid into the glass enclosed shower
with him. It was a big shower but Jim had his self confidence turned all
the way up. He grinned at me and moved closer. Grasping the soap he rubbed
it over my chest and around my nipples. 'Don't stop,' I whispered and
grasped his hips before I fell over.

'I won't,' he whispered back and his soapy hand drifted down to my lower
belly and the back of it rubbed against my penis which was now rising to
the occasion as his was. Our erections slipped together under the warm
spray and we moved in closer. He grasped our joint joints in one hand and
slowly wanked them together. 'Nice,' I lay my head on his shoulder and
nuzzled at his wet neck.

'Sounds good in there,' Baz spoke from his bath. 'Got room for another?'

Jim looked at me and I nodded slightly. We were off and running and the
more the merrier.

'Come on in,' Jim spoke out and I heard the splashing as Baz got from his
bath. The glass door slipped open and I felt Baz's naked body slip in
behind me and I was sandwiched between the sexy brothers Marat.

'Now that is perfect,' Jim grinned and turned around and grasping my
hardness guided it into his crack. As I moved in I felt Baz's hardness move
in between my cheeks, it was a shag and get shagged situation but then
again we had all night and what goes around comes around or so they say. I
took Jim in one firm push and felt his fine boyish bottom clamp on me as I
felt my glans open him up and sink into his heat. 'Yesss...' Jim sighed as
I began to move gently filling him with my meat and my passion.

'Jeez,' I yelped. My little romantic interlude was over. I felt Baz's
swolled knob push against my pucker and he was in me. I was pinned between
the brothers now truly in a sandwich. 'Gonna fuck you for this, Baz.' I
threatened as I worked my way deeper and deeper into Jim.

'You get me first in bed,' Baz promised and started to move. We managed to
coordinate our movements and soon had a three way shag going. I think we
were all pretty horny or hyped up, I know that I was and with Jim's tight
slickness wrapped around my cock I wasn't going to last long... then again
the second time would be all the more enjoyable and that would be on and in
Baz.

'Yeah, yeah,' Jim placed his hands on the tiled wall of the shower and
pushed back hard onto me as I rammed and slammed into his soft bottom.  I
groaned and gasped as I fucked, Baz was in me and hammering away like a
rabbit, and that's the problem with soapy sex, everything's so slippery but
he cum before I did. I felt his warm squirts inside me as I rammed into his
older brother and stayed as I felt myself jerk and throb and deposited a
nice load into the groaning Jim. I moved in and out slowly, I was finished
but Baz was still firmly inside me and he was still hard and pushing me
onto Jim, I couldn't escape but finally Baz slipped free with a satisfied
sigh.

'Everybody happy?' I mumbled as I slid from Jimbo and let the water run
onto my face.

'I am,' Jim grinned washing my deflating cock.

'I will be after a Micky injection and then a Jimmy injection.' Daz laughed
and turned to the wall presenting a nice pale skinned schooly bottom. I
nearly did him there or then but even sexual supermen like myself need time
to recover.

'In a little while, baby,' I snuggled up against his back and Jim rested
against mine. I would have liked to do them both privately and singly if
you follow. I wasn't really expecting a threesome but who was I to moan.

We got from the shower in the end and dried off and after Jim locked the
door we just flopped around on the bed naked basically exploring each other
and awaiting the juices to arise again which they did in around an hour.

'I'll watch the box whilst you two make friends,' Jim declared and slipped
off the bed and plonked himself down by the television. He must have been a
mind reader but 'make friends'... Jeez, Baz had just shagged me in the
shower, I dunno what he called that.

I think I might even have dropped off to sleep or dozed off anyway but I
was awoken by Baz pressing is soft bottom against me groin and I was hard
again. 'About time too,' Baz muttered as I kissed his neck and made a
little pelvic thrust which made me even harder.

'Shut up, Basil,' I pressing against him as he struggled trying to turn
around, he had no chance I was shorter and smaller than his big brother but
not him. I flattened him onto the bed on his belly and got between his
smooth thighs. I hadn't had a boy for younks and was determined to pig
out. When I say boy that's what I mean, I know I'd done Jim already but he
wasn't what I'd call a boy. I was English not American and boys became
youths at seventeen or eighteen. Baz was still a schooly and by his
wriggling a randy one.

'He's raping me, Jim,' he muttered in a stage whisper.

'Shut up, I'm trying to watch the bloody television,' Jim, however, did
peer across and seeing that all was in order returned to his football or
whatever.  I parted Baz's legs and he pushed up onto me as I ran my
hardness up and down berween his cheeks. He had a nice hairless bottom and
his pucker gleamed. Whilst I'd been dozing he'd annointed himself with
something, some lotion or cream, he was ready to go.

I raised my hips and once in position kissed the back of his neck and
slowly sank into his delicious heat and tightness. He just sighed with
satisfaction and once I was in clamped on my shaft as I began to move.
'Yeah, nice one, Micky,' he mumbled into the pillow as I dropped on him
sinking my organ deep into his hot little arse. Just the right age and he
knew all the tricks, the little squeezes, the pushing up and finally
craning his head around trying to kiss me as I fucked.

'Spin,' I whispered as I lay on him with my hot cock buried in his boyish
arse.

'Whatcha mean?'

'You gotta kniow this one, Baz. 'You spin one way, I go the other and then
you get your leg around and then we're in a frontal.'

'Sounds complicated,' he giggled but I guided him and he was quite
surprised when we finished up face to face and I was still firmly sheathed
in his flesh. 'Never done that before,' he grinned. 'But I like it.'

'So do I,' I smiled as I faced him and his legs wrapped around my waist as
I shagged from the front and kissed at the same time. This was my fave
position and he liked it too as I went faster and faster slamming into his
totally exposed hole. Deep and hard, the way I liked it and clearly what he
liked as well as he was groaning and begging me to go harder and harder all
the time. When I came it was a nice one, surge after surge of hot cum up
into his gut and he closed his eyes with a soppy smile on his face
absorbing it all and crushing my lips onto his at the end of it.

As I lay on him and my shrinking noodle slipped free Jim clambered onto the
bed and I moved over. I was treated to a sex show. Jim fucked Baz just as I
had and I watched mesmerised as Jim's long dark skinned cock slid in and
out of his brother unttil Baz was a whimpering wreck but at the end he was
doing his routine. 'Harder, harder, Jimmy.' He loved it.

I shuffled up and kissed Baz and he eagerly glued his mouth to mine as his
brother fucked him. In the end after Jim's climax and Baz's excited squeals
we rolled around in a sweaty threesome and finally fell asleep. My moment
came around in the middle of the night, the lights were off but I could see
the outline of a shadow standing my the bed and it was gently shaking me by
the shoulder.

'You awake?' Jim whispered.

'Just about,' I muttered.

''Let's move Baz over, he sleeps like a log.' I got as gleam of Jim's teeth
in the gloom.

'OK.' We gently slid and shuffled the heavily breathing Baz to the side of
the bed giving us stacks of room and Jim crouched ovver me. I reached out
and felt his hardness swinging between his legs, looks like it was payback
for the shower time and I was happy with that. I grinned up at him as his
lips came down onto mine and he knelt between my legs.

'You want to spend more time with us?' Jim whispered and licked my ear.

'All the time you want,' I wriggled under him anticipating his big dark
skinned cock up inside me. I raised my knees slightly as he moved in.

'Good,' he bent right down and I felt him put my legs on his shoulders, he
raised himself and my legs went up into the air leaving my bottom totally
exposed for anything he wished and I was pretty sure what he was after. He
pressed in closer and my knees went back to my chest as I felt his slippery
glans at my pucker, he was precuming which wasn't too bad as he'd only done
Daz a few hours previously. 'Orrite?' He mumbled.

'Go for it?' I steeled myself for the pain. Daz had already done me but Jim
was bigger and I certainly felt it as his pressure increased and I felt my
ring stretch and th it was over... he was in. 'Aaaah,' I moaned and felt
his lips on mine as he pushed in further and it began to feel better, it
began to feel good. I'm not a natural (or unnatural) bottom but I liked Jim
Marat, I liked him a lot and the hurt was gone now as he settled into me in
steady but gentle moved. My gut felt bloated as he filled my anus, rectum,
colon or whatever plumbing was down there and it felt good. He was as good
a fucker as he was a fuckee to really mangle the english. I wrapped my legs
around him and returned his kisses. As I did so he began to move faster, I
was lubricated by his precum and what had gone before and as his big cock
filled me I clung to him like a child and let him have his way. Not that
there was much I could do about it to put it bluntly. He was almost laying
on me as he moved and his hard belly wanked my own hardness as he moved
faster and faster kissing all the while. God, he was good. I could feel
myself getting harder and harder with the friction and then it happened.
One of those 'once in a blue moon' events, as I heard him moan and felt the
squirts of his hot spunk up inside me. My own hardness jerked and spilled
my own juice onto my belly, not a lot granted but enough to make him slide
against me and furiously root as he finished off. We lay in the heat and
the sweat of our love making and as he slipped free he giggled and I
covered his mouth with mine. 'We gotta do this more often,' I croaked. I
wasn't fishing for further invitations but I desperately hoped that this
wasn't just an isolated one off.

'Weekend in a couple of days,' he grinned in the gloom. 'You're invited
otherwise Daz will cry his eyes out.'

'Damn right.' I heard the younger voice from the other side of the bed and
then felt the movement at the kid brother got between us. He turned onto
his side facing Jim and I felt his bum push against my hip as I lay
there. 'Come on, Micky. Do your duty.'

Did I say I was worn out when we got back onboard, well, I was. The
morning's tasks entailed climbing and starting to painting the boat's
stumpy mast and when I finally staggered into the mess for the morning tea
Marat was missing. He was Marat back on board, the Jim and Micky had gone
on hold once we got inside the dockyard gates. As the junior in the mess I
invariable got lumbered with the tea making and was pouring out the brew
for the others when Marat bounded in with a big grin on his face.

'All fixed, buddy boy,' he plonked a piece of paper in front of me. ''Cox'n
says you have to sign it.'

'Right.' I took the pen he offered and read the form, it was an official
request for the standard two weeks and the address on leave was inked in as
The Marat Hotel, St. Budeaux.

I looked across the table and he smiled. 'You won't get bored, Daz has a
couple of rather keen mates.' He'd dropped his voice and his words wouldn't
really mean too much to anyone eavesdropping but I knew exactly what he
meant.

'Cheers, Marat,' I grinned like an idiot and signed. What else was there to
do, what else was there to say?



				  THE END


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