CHAPTER SIXTEEN



In which Henry gets what he wants and Danny changes his image


Kevin

The rest of the week went by in the usual way, except that this week I didn’t have to go over to Silvio’s house – I was sure that Dwayne could tell him what I’d said – and so I had a quiet evening in, spending a fair bit of it talking to Jeremy on Skype. He’d already told me that Kenton’s attitude seemed to be changing for the better, and tonight he said that he felt better than he had for a long time.

We provisionally booked the Tuesday after Easter for him to come and stay over – my father was coming home for the Easter weekend, which would mean that he would be able to call Jeremy’s parents and make the necessary arrangements. I was looking forward to it, although I recognised that unless I could find some way of making my glasses invisible I’d have to settle for being friends with him: I was still convinced that there was no way a stunningly good-looking boy like him could ever fancy me with half a ton of glass and plastic parked on my face.

I went home with Jason on Thursday and we did what little homework we had together, but we didn’t get to do anything else, because Luke was suffering from a nasty case of gippy tummy and he really wasn’t in the mood.

Friday was the last day of term, and once school was over we had two weeks of freedom to look forward to. Actually the holidays didn’t get off to a great start, because the first thing Chris and I did after school was to go to football practice, and Mr Clifford was still moaning about the previous weekend’s result. But at least there wasn’t a lot of pressure for the next match: on Sunday we had the return game with Ravensbourne, the team we had beaten eighteen-nil in the away fixture.

At the end of the practice I noticed Silvio talking quietly to Clive, but I didn’t get a chance to sidle close enough to eavesdrop because I got waylaid by Lee, who asked if I could go round to Freddie’s house for our final lesson next morning. I said yes but still got dragged into a lengthy exposition of what Lee and Freddie were intending to do during the holidays, and by the time I broke free Silvio and Clive had gone off in different directions. Oh well, I thought, I expect I’ll find out what happened sooner or later.

So the following morning I made my way back to Freddie’s house on the southern edge of town. Since his parents hadn’t asked me to babysit I assumed that his sister would be in residence, but instead the door was opened by Cousin Henry. He wasn’t quite dressed in the 1940s style, but he was wearing shorts, so I thought perhaps he was intending to join in with Lee and Freddie’s retro-Geek look. Freddie himself looked magnificently Forties today, and so did Lee, although he didn’t have a cap. In every other way they could both have stepped straight out of a documentary about the Second World War. Freddie even had a gas mask box.

“Do you like it?” he said, opening it to show that there really was a gas mask inside it. “I found it in one of those junk shops down the bottom end of Fielding Road. They only had one, so we’ll have to try to find another one for Lee, but they had some old pre-decimal money as well, so I bought some of that. Of course I had to check the dates and make sure I didn’t take anything that had Queen Elisabeth’s head on. We’re going to try going round every junk shop we can find next week to see what else we can find, and if the weather’s nice in the week after Easter we might even try going down to the coast to see if we can actually fool people.”

“I’m fairly sure there will be some old money up in our attic,” said Henry. “There’s a whole array of rubbish up there that hasn’t been touched in ages. Maybe I can find a long-lost Rembrandt up there and use it to bail the family out. I think that’s about the only way I’m going to get to Public School next year, because I’m certainly not likely to win a scholarship. My end of term report was really rather awful. Anyway, if I can find some stuff from the Thirties maybe I can give it to Freddie and Lee for their expedition.”

“Aren’t you going with them?” I asked.

“No, I don’t think so. I don’t know enough about the period and I don’t have as much front as Freddie does. I’d never get away with it.”

“Then why the shorts?” I asked. “It’s fairly warm, but this isn't exactly high summer.”

“Ah. It’s because I’m not allowed to wear long trousers. The boys I share a dorm with said little boys like me should only wear shorts, so I had to promise them I wouldn’t wear long trousers at all during the holidays.”

“Yes, but if you did they’d never find out, surely?”

“That’s not the point. I gave my word.”

“And, besides, if he tried to sneak out wearing jeans or something me and Lee would grab him and pull them off him,” said Freddie, grinning. “After all, we can’t let an Honourable behave dishonourably, can we?”

“He means it, too,” said Henry. “They like ganging up on me. Anyway, have you got some more pictures for us to look at?”

“Yes,” I said. If this was going to be the last lesson I thought I might as well make it an interesting one. Not too much so, but Mark had found a few pictures of boys actually… well, doing it.

We went upstairs to Freddie’s room and they sat on the bed while I parked myself in front of the computer. I started out with a couple of fairly straightforward missionary position man-woman shots; but the expression on their faces suggested that none of them was in any hurry to try that for themselves.

“All right, that’s what you’re supposed to do, I know,” said Henry. “But… well… do you have any pictures of boys doing it with other boys?”

I wondered whether Henry had changed his mind about telling Freddie and Lee about what happened to him at school. If he liked being on the receiving end as much as he had told me previously, perhaps he was hoping that they would fill in for him – so to speak – during the holidays. That was their business, but since I did indeed have half a dozen pictures of boys 'doing it' with boys I saw no reason not to show them. In four of them the recipient was face down and in the other two he was face up, and as far as one could tell all of them seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The audience was clearly enthralled.

“Can you really do that?” asked Freddie.

“Henry?” I said – I didn’t see why I had to do all the work.

“Well…”


Henry

I wasn’t all that happy that Kevin had dumped this straight into my lap – I’d hoped that he would explain it. But I suppose I’d asked for it by raising the subject in the first place.

“Well, some of the boys at school do it,” I said. “So I know it’s possible.”

“But doesn’t it hurt? I mean, I don’t think I’d want to try having a big hard thingy shoved up my bum. All right, I suppose the three of us don’t have really massive ones, but Kevin’s is a bit bigger, and thicker, too. I wouldn’t even have thought he’d be able to get it in.”

“You’d be surprised,” I said. “But it’s a lot easier if you use something slippery, like some sort of cream…”

“Vaseline seems to work,” put in Kevin, which made me wonder if he was speaking from experience.

“Quite,” I said. “You rub some on your bum and the other person rubs some on his thingy and then it goes in fairly easily. So have you tried it?” I added, looking at Kevin.

“Well, no, not exactly. But I’ve got a friend who has tried putting something up there, just to find out what it’s like, and he uses Vaseline.”

“Yes,” insisted Freddie, “but even so, surely it must still hurt?”

“The first time it’s a bit uncomfortable at the beginning, but after that it’s all right,” I told him. “And sometimes it makes you feel really nice, though I don’t actually know why.”

“So you’ve tried it, then?” said Freddie.

“Well… yes, a few times,” I admitted. “The boys in my dorm like doing it to me because it makes them feel really good, and now that it doesn’t hurt I rather like it, too.”

Originally I hadn’t wanted to tell Freddie about it, but now that it was looking more and more likely that I wasn’t going to get to stay in the same school as my dorm-mates I was starting to wonder if I might be able to get him to do it to me sometimes. He wasn’t as big as they were, but I thought it might still feel good. Of course I wasn’t going to just come out and suggest it, but I thought I could probably find a way – losing a game or a bet or something of that sort - to get him to do it for me.

“Gosh,” said Lee. “I’d never have guessed… but it can’t be very hygienic, can it? I mean, isn’t it… you know, a bit… well, messy?”

“I thought that too at first,” I said. “So I asked, but they said that it wipes off easily and you can usually have a shower afterwards if you’re still not completely clean. And they said it’s definitely worth it.”

“Wow,” said Freddie. “It’s amazing how much we didn’t know, isn’t it, Lee? Is there anything else like that we ought to know about?”

Of course there was one other thing, but I was a bit less enthusiastic about telling them about it because it was very much a one-way exercise – at least, for me, it was. But perhaps if you had a really close friend, the way Freddie and Lee were friends, it might be possible to take turns with each other. Certainly all three of my dorm-mates enjoyed having it done to them. So I turned to Kevin and asked, “Do you have any pictures of… you know… when you use your mouth?”

“Funnily enough, yes,” he replied. “I hadn’t intended using them, but if you think it would be OK…”

“I think so,” I said.

“Okay,” said Kevin. “I’ll put the photos up; you explain how it works.”

“All right,” I said. “You see, having your thingy in someone else’s bum feels nice, but you can also make it feel nice if you put it in someone else’s mouth.”

“Ewww!” said Lee, screwing his face up. “That’s disgusting!”

“I suppose it is,” I admitted. “And you might well suppose that not too many people would be likely to volunteer to be on the receiving end. But it’s nothing like as bad as you might think. Finding someone who is prepared to do it isn’t always easy, but it is sometimes possible to… well, persuade someone.”

“And some people don’t mind doing it at all,” said Kevin, surprising me: this wasn’t something I had expected him to know anything about. “If you’re really close friends with someone and you know they like having it done…”

“Almost everyone seems to like having it done,” I put in.

“Right. Well, in that case maybe you won’t mind volunteering. You might find that if you do they might volunteer to do it for you, too. Anyway, here’s what we’re talking about…”

He showed us a series of photos of boys sucking other boys. All the participants were about our age, so nobody was trying to get anything too big into his mouth, and in every case except one the boy doing the sucking had a stiff thing, which suggested that they didn’t mind doing this too much. I was glad to see that I wasn’t the only person that happened to in such circumstances.

Finally Kevin showed us a photo of two boys who were doing it to each other at the same time.

“That’s what I meant about close friends,” I said. “Doing it like that makes you both feel nice at the same time.”

The expression on Lee’s face suggested that he was very far from convinced – in fact he looked as if he’d prefer to kiss a skunk. Freddie looked a little more pensive, but he wasn’t rushing to try this out either.

“That’s it,” said Kevin, turning everything off and pocketing the flash drive. “Now you know everything you need to.”

“And quite a bit that we don’t,” added Lee.

“You never know,” said Kevin. “You should never say never. The first time you ever get the sort of feeling you get when you put it into someone’s bum, or when he sucks you, maybe you’ll start to understand a bit better. So, if nobody has any questions…? No? Then that’s the end of your lessons. Although if you do think of something you want to ask later, don’t be afraid to ask – I’ll be seeing Lee every week.

“But there is one important thing to remember: sex is something to be shared between people who like each other a lot, and you should never let anyone talk you into doing anything you don’t want, okay? If you don’t want to do something, say so – and if someone says ‘no’ to you, stop. If you do anything at all you’re not happy about it’s likely to ruin friendships. And if you ever need someone to talk to about anything to do with sex, remember that you can call me at any time.

“All right, I’m off. Have fun – and Lee, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He got up and left.

“So… did you already know about all that stuff, then?” asked Freddie.

“Yes,” I replied. “Like I told you, I learned a lot about it at school.”

“And have you really done… you know, that?”

“Yes, and it’s sort of fun. I know it seems weird, but…”

“Don’t worry,” said Freddie, “we’re used to you being weird.”

“Do you want me to beat you up?”

“Do you want to try?”

I jumped on him, hoping that Lee would join in, and after a tiny hesitation he jumped on me. It didn’t take the pair of them too long to get me pinned down on my back.

“You were saying?” said Freddie.

“Just wait until Toothman has gone home,” I said. “I’ll strip you naked and spank you till your arse turns purple.”

“Now you’re insulting my best friend. Maybe it’s you that ought to get spanked.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” I said, provocatively.

“Oh, really? Right, you asked for it… Lee, sit on his legs.”

Freddie grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. I struggled to keep it on, though not too hard, and so before too long he’d pulled it right up and off, leaving me bare to the waist.

“This is your last chance to apologise,” he told me, gripping my wrists and immobilising me – and I was surprised by how strong he was: this time I tried my hardest to break free, but couldn’t. So instead I made a rude noise at him.

“Oh, now you’re in trouble,” he said. “Lee, undo his belt.”

For a couple of seconds I thought Lee wasn’t going to do it. I was just about to insult him again when he looked at Freddie and grinned, and then he started to undo my belt. Obviously I wriggled a bit, but I really was stuck and couldn’t break free. Lee undid my buttons and zip and waited for a moment to see if I was ready to apologise, but there would have been more chance of me sprouting wings and flying away. So he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down and off, pausing to remove my socks on the way past and leaving me wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. My thing isn’t very big, but when you’re wearing briefs even a small one sticks out rather obviously when it’s hard – and, as I had hoped, that was enough to make sure that Freddie didn’t stop.

“Pull them off!” he ordered Lee.

This time I thought Lee really might back down.

“Should we?” he said.

“Of course we should! He insulted you – that has to be worth a spanking!”

“Well… all right, then,” said Lee, grabbing the waistband and tugging. I pressed my bottom against the floor – again I didn’t want it to be too easy – but that didn’t delay him for very long, and within a couple of seconds he had them off my bottom. My erection caught in the waistband for a second or two, but then he tugged once more and it sprang free.

“Oh, look,” commented Freddie. “Henry’s all stiff! I wonder what we should do about that? Come and take his left wrist, Lee.”

Lee threw my briefs across the room and came and lay on my left side, taking my left wrist while Freddie arranged himself on my other side.

“I’m still not hearing an apology,” he pointed out, and when I still didn’t say anything he flicked the tip of my penis hard, making it quiver. It hurt a bit, too.

He did it a couple more times and then invited Lee to have a go, and this time Lee didn’t hesitate. For the next minute or so they flicked it about, pulled on it, squeezed it and generally amused themselves. Most of it felt quite nice, but when Freddie decided to try flicking my balls that wasn’t nice at all, and I yelped.

“That hurts!” I told him.

“Do you give in, then? Give in now and you’ll just get spanked, but if you make us wait you’ll be in a lot more trouble.”

Of course that was music to my ears, so I just made an unflattering comment about his glasses, and then he really went to town on me. I held out for as long as I could, but having your balls squeezed is painful.

“All right!” I shouted. “All right, I give in!”

“Completely and utterly?” asked Freddie, squeezing some more.

“Yes! Completely and utterly!”

“And you’ll do exactly what we tell you to for the whole of the holidays?”

“What?! The whole… No – that’s not fair!”

“Then you should have submitted sooner. Now you have to promise to do whatever we tell you for the whole time you’re home from school. Well?”

With Freddie squeezing my left ball and Lee, who had entered fully into it by now, trying to twist the tip of my thing off I didn’t have a lot of choice – even if I’d wanted to refuse, which I certainly didn’t, I couldn’t.

“All right, I agree!” I gasped. “Please stop – that really hurts!”

“For the whole of the holidays?”’

“Yes!!”

“All right,” said Freddie, letting go and standing up and gesturing to Lee to do the same. “Then lie face down on the bed.”

Of course the spanking wasn’t really painful – the disadvantage here was that Freddie and I were good friends, and I’d come to like Lee a lot too since I’d met him, and consequently neither of them really wanted to hurt me, though they did do it hard enough to sting a bit.

I know it sounds insane to call that a ‘disadvantage’ but actually a lot of the excitement I felt at school was because I knew the boys there were capable of hurting me, and for some reason I found the danger really thrilling. At school I really was helpless, and it was knowing that they could do anything they wanted that I found so arousing. All right, I know I’m strange… anyway, it wasn’t quite the same with Freddie and Lee because I knew that they’d never go too far – in fact I was afraid they wouldn’t go far enough. The thrill of being undressed and punished was still there, but the extra bite of unpredictability was missing. Still, it was a lot better than nothing…


Kevin

Sunday should have been a stress-free morning – after all, we were playing the utterly hopeless Ravensbourne, and so it should simply have been a question of counting the goals as they went in, even though one of our strikers was missing…

Jack Parsons’s mother was getting remarried and he had to go to the ceremony instead of knocking in large numbers of goals for us. This was only one of the things he’d been moaning about on the Friday (“The easiest game of the season and I won’t get to score”); the other was that he was apparently expected to take his new step-father’s surname, which was Green. (“Jack Green – the most boring name on Earth,” had been his comment).

Why not keep both names and hyphenate it?” Colin had suggested. “Green-Parsons isn’t boring.”

“’The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in Green-Parsons,’” Lee had commented, giggling, and though I wasn’t at all religious, even I had recognised the Twenty-Third Psalm. Needless to say, this hadn’t exactly cheered Jack up: comedy surnames are worse than boring ones. Still, he’d liked the idea of the hyphen, and when he finally reappeared in the week after Easter, we discovered that he’d persuaded his parents to let him call himself Jack Parsons-Green. I can only assume he’d never heard the hymn version of the Twenty-Third Psalm, which (almost) includes the line ‘In Parsons-Green he leadeth me.’

Anyway… even with Jack away getting his name changed, clobbering Ravensbourne should have been simple, and indeed it was. The only thing that rather spoiled it was that Ravensbourne actually scored. They celebrated as if they’d won the Cup – apparently it was only the fifth goal they’d scored all season – while Mr Clifford looked as if he was about to explode. Fortunately it happened right at the start of the second half, and so he had had time to cool down a little before he had a chance to speak to us after the game, and by then we had slightly mollified him by scoring twenty-two ourselves. He was still scathing about it, but at least he didn’t dwell on it for too long.

Chris, who had personally scored four, was in a good mood on the way home, and this time he and Colin weren’t squabbling over who was the better player: Colin had scored five, but they had both done their best to set up as many goals as possible for their team-mates instead of just selfishly trying to grab as many as possible. Almost everyone in the team had got onto the score-sheet: even the Microbe had scored, and with a header, at that.

Perhaps it was this that finally restored Chris to his normal self: by the time we got home he was laughing and joking with me as if nothing had ever happened between us. And when we got a call just after lunch to say that our mother would be home for Easter, which was only a week away, it looked as if the family was soon going to be completely back to normal.

On Sunday evening I went over to Mark’s house ‘to help him with his chess’. And we actually did play a game of chess, though we managed to make a strip game out of it, and it would be fair to say that the standard of the game wasn’t high. Afterwards we did some much more interesting things, although we still didn’t take the final step of replacing the plastic willy with the real thing: I think we both realised that this would be a significant step, and that perhaps we still weren’t quite ready for it. But we enjoyed ourselves, all the same, and by the time I went home we’d fixed up a couple of times for us to get together in the coming week.

I’d checked with Chris as to what he was intending to do and had been pleased to discover that he was going to be out a lot, either doing sporty things or visiting friends, and that meant that I would have the house to myself quite a lot. Mum was supposed to be coming home on Thursday evening – the trains were few and far between on Good Friday and she wanted to be back and settled before the weekend, when Father was also coming home – but that still gave me plenty of opportunities to misbehave in the early part of the week, and I didn’t intend to miss out. So on Monday afternoon Danny came round.

This Danny was rather different from the one we normally saw at school: he was smartly dressed, his hair was combed and he looked entirely presentable.

“You look good,” I told him as I let him into the house. “Are you going out somewhere later?”

“No. I just thought… well, I know I look sort of scruffy most of the time, and you said you thought I ought to do something about the way I look. I don’t want you to feel ashamed of me.”

“Don’t be stupid – I’m never going to feel ashamed of you, whatever you look like. But I definitely like the way you look this afternoon.”

“Thank you. So – what are we going to do this afternoon?”

“Whatever you want. Tomorrow afternoon I’ve asked Mark – Thamnoboskou – to come round as well, so we can have a few games and maybe play some Kriegspiel, but this afternoon we can do other stuff if you’d prefer.”

“I think I’d like that. Your brother’s gone out, I suppose.”

“Oh, yes. That’s why you’re here this afternoon – we’ve got the house to ourselves. And there aren’t any cameras in my bedroom any longer, so perhaps we could… well, spend a bit of time there.”

“Talking to your friend Jeremy on the computer?” he asked, grinning in a most un-Engel-like way.

“Well, we could do that, although I don’t know whether or not he’s at home this afternoon. He is coming to stay for a couple of days next week, so if you can escape from your festival for half a day, maybe we can play Kriegspiel with him, too. Or we could ask Mark around as well and play a mini-tournament, or partner chess, or something like that.”

“Or we could leave the computer turned off and do something else instead.”

“You really have changed!” I said. “You’d never have suggested something like that a few weeks ago.”

“I didn’t know you a few weeks ago. But I wasn’t really thinking about sex – although I won’t mind if we do that as well. I was thinking more about just… well, cuddling, I suppose. I like doing that.”

“So do I,” I told him. “Okay, let’s go up to my room.”


Danny

I’d been looking forward to this, and I’d taken a bit of trouble with my appearance because I knew that it would make Kevin happy. I really don’t care too much about what I look like normally, but if you’ve got a friend and it matters to him it seems like a good reason to do something about it. So I went up to his room and immediately saw for myself that the camera had gone.

“Chris decided that I’d suffered enough,” he told me. “The cameras were taken out on Sunday, and now I don’t have to worry about people watching me when I’m on my own in here – or with someone else, either.”

“Good,” I said. “It’d be nicer being in your own room – and at least there’s no mirror in here to show me how skinny I am. Although I still don’t think that’s really a bad thing.”

“Perhaps if you take your shirt off I can see if you’re putting on weight,” he said.

“I’m not. But you can look if you like.”

Obviously I didn’t just take my shirt off, and obviously Kevin took his clothes off, too.

“Nope,” he said. “You still look like a xylophone. I bet this is just a sneaky plan to make me take you out to lots of good restaurants, isn’t it?”

“Not really, although if you absolutely insist I probably won’t say no. It might be fun going out for a meal together.”

“’Fun’ isn’t a word I associate with you – at least, not with the Old Engel. Actually it would be a good thing if you started having a bit more fun. Maybe next time we go to Thorpe Park you can come with us.”

“That might be interesting, I suppose. I’ve never been there – or to any other theme park, come to that. I think I’d end up being sick several times, though.”

Kevin walked to the side of the bed, lifted the covers and got in, gesturing to me to follow him. I hesitated for a moment, but then said ‘Why not?’ to myself and got in beside him.

“The rides look scary,“ he said, cuddling up to me, “but once you’re on them they’re mostly OK, and when we were there at half-term I didn’t see anyone throwing up. I think you’d be okay. Actually I think you’d enjoy it. Jeremy wasn’t sure before we actually went on anything, but he ended up having a really good time.”

I wriggled a bit closer, and he put an arm around me, and that felt really good.

“I think I’d prefer the good restaurant,” I said. “So where are you going to take me?”

“How about McDonalds?”

“Wow!” I said, turning to face him. “You think I’m worth as much as that? I’m really flattered.”

“There’s nothing wrong with McDonalds,” he said. “But perhaps you’re right, and it would be a bit expensive. Maybe if I root about in a few bins I can find you a half-eaten tin of cat food and a rotten carrot or something.”

“It would have to be kosher cat food,” I pointed out. “I can’t eat stuff made for goy cats.”

“What’s a goy cat?”

“It means non-Jewish. Non-Jewish cats can eat any old rubbish – pork and rabbit and seafood. Jewish cats are much more selective.”

“Really? And do Jewish cats have to be circumcised, too?”

“Of course. And when they’re thirteen they have to have a bar-mitzvah ceremony. Or perhaps for cats it’s a bar-mew-tzvah.”

“And I suppose Jewish sheep have to have a baaa-mitzvah,” he said.

“Only rams. Sheep being girls, they would have a baaat-mitzvah. And I suppose female cats would have a cat-mitzvah.”

“You know, I used to think you didn’t have a sense of humour,” he said, hugging me. “Although if that’s the standard of your jokes, maybe it would be better if you didn’t.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Seriously, though, you do have a bar-mitzvah ceremony when you’re thirteen, don’t you? What happens?”

“Well, it’s really supposed to indicate that a boy becomes a man. The hardest part is that I’ll have to read something in Hebrew. But it’s sort of important, so I’ll have to get it right.”

“Oh. I don’t suppose I’d be allowed to come, would I?”

“Why, do you want to?”

“Well, yes, if it’s important to you. Aren’t friends supposed to do that sort of thing?”

“I suppose so. And you know I think of you like more of a big brother, and obviously if I had a real brother he’d be there. Anyway, you can certainly come if you want – you don’t have to be Jewish. Of course, it won’t be for another year and a bit, and by then you might have got fed up with me.”

“No I won’t!” he said, hugging me again. “You’re strange, and strange things are always interesting.”

“You think I’m strange? What about you?”

”Well, okay, maybe I’m strange too. I suppose I must be strange to like you.”

I rammed an elbow back into his ribs, but then snuggled up against him once more. I had my back to him, so his chest was against my back and I could feel his genitals against my bottom, which felt odd, but sort of nice, too, even when he got an erection a little later – and that was probably my fault for wriggling against him too much. I felt warm and safe, so much so that I think I actually went to sleep for a little while.

Then he pushed the covers out of the way and I rubbed his penis until his sperm came out, and afterwards he did the same thing to me – he’d offered to put in his mouth again, but this time I said no because I didn’t think it was fair for him to do that unless I did the same thing for him, and to be honest I still didn’t really like the thought of doing that. But having it rubbed still felt wonderful.

Eventually we got dressed and went downstairs to play chess, and that was fun too – by now we were both getting better at wide-screen chess and could remember what most of the extra pieces were without having to keep referring to our reference guide. After a couple of games of that we played some normal blitz chess. I tried the Grob again, and won with it, too – so far it was still unbeaten. And then Kevin took white and started with pawn to king’s bishop four, which I hadn’t seen before. He saw the look on my face and grinned at me.

“See?” he said. “You’re not the only one who can play weird openings.”

I kept quiet and concentrated, and although I was making it up as I went along I managed to work out what was happening. He won, but only because I ran out of time.

“You wait,” I said. “I’m going to research that before we play again.”

“Then maybe it’s time I tried to work out how to beat your stupid opening.”

“Bet I still win with it every time!”

“Bet you don’t!”

We didn’t even need to say what we were betting, and of course the good thing about it was that nobody was actually going to mind losing the bet, because somehow every time we’d played that sort of betting game it had ended with both of us undressed.

After that we sat next to each other on the sofa in front of their mega-sized TV and Kev connected to one of the film-streaming services and asked what I wanted to watch. I thought about trying to show off a bit by suggesting some foreign-language film nobody had ever heard of (I would have done, though, because my mother was a fan), but then I realised that I didn’t need to show off to Kev, and so instead I asked if we could watch the first of the new series of Batman films, because it was a 12 and so I’d been far too young to see it when it was on at the cinema a few years back. Of course strictly I was still too young now, but only by three months or so. Kevin didn’t seem inclined to argue about my age, and so he selected Batman Begins and we settled back to watch. After a bit I sort of leaned against him, and he put his arm around me and pulled me a bit closer, and that felt really nice. I know that not all big brothers are like that, but it was at moments like this that I really wished I had one, and that he was exactly like Kev…


Freddie

We didn’t get a chance to do anything else with Henry after we’d spanked him because I was worried about my parents getting home earlier than expected, but I was certainly intending to try some more stuff with him later in the week. On Sunday and Monday I’d been working on my wartime English by reading some more Just William stories and watching a couple of old black and white films, and my dad had passed me on some old Biggles books he’d inherited from his father…

Actually it wasn’t so much trying to say the right things as trying not to say ‘cool’ and ‘awesome’ and ‘pants’ and stuff. I was trying to stop and think before I said anything, and it was difficult. But I was determined to be better at it than Lee – if we were going to inflict penalties on each other for saying the wrong thing I wanted to be the one doing the inflicting.

On Tuesday we were supposed to be going over to Henry’s place to help him turn out his attic, but Lee called me up just before I was due to leave to say that he wouldn’t be able to get there until after lunch because his mother wanted to take him to the shops to buy him some cricket kit for next term. I didn’t have anything else to do that morning, so I went to Henry’s on my own. He opened the door to me himself, and I was pleased to note that he was still wearing shorts – not that I’d expected anything else: one of the things I really like about Henry is that he always keeps his promises.

He took me round the side of the house so that I could park my bike in one of the old outbuildings and then took me up to his room.

“My parents are in,” he told me, “and so is Cook, so we can’t make too much noise – although I rather think we’ll be out of sound range in the attic, especially if we close the hatch. Where’s Lee?”

“He had to go shopping, but he should be here after lunch. How come you still have a cook if you’re short of money?”

“We’d starve without her. My mother can’t even make a piece of toast without burning it.”

Still, I suppose in the Good Old Days aristocratic ladies weren’t expected to cook,” I said.

I don’t think they were expected to do anything except look pretty,” said Henry. “If I’d lived a hundred years ago I’d probably have had a load of servants myself to do things like tie my shoelaces for me. Of course, you could be my personal valet if you like. I’d even pay you – at nineteenth century rates, of course: about one and six a year.”

“You seem to be forgetting that you’re actually my slave at the moment,” I pointed out. “And while I’m in charge of you, you won’t have to worry about tying your shoelaces because you won’t have any – or anything else, come to that. I think you ought to get undressed.”

“Well… all right, but maybe we ought to wait until we’re in the attic. I don’t think either of my parents is likely to come up here, but it would be best to play safe.”

“Then you’d better take me to the attic, hadn’t you?”

So he did, and once we were in it I just stared, because it was huge. All right, it’s a big house, but I hadn’t realised quite how big it was, or how much junk you could stuff into a space this size. Behind me Henry pulled up the ladder and closed the hatch, and as soon as he’d done that he started to get undressed. I imagine that it would be quite cold in that attic in the depths of winter, but today it was sunny and warm: summer seemed to have come early.

“I might have to punish you a bit later,” I said, looking at his stiff little thingy, “but it’s going to take us forever to go through all this stuff, so maybe we should make a start at that first.”

I’d expected him to look a bit relieved about that, but strangely he didn’t. But after a moment or two he said “All right. Then we probably ought to start at the far end, because that’s where the oldest stuff is.”

For the next hour or so we dug into the contents of the attic. Of course a lot of it was outright junk – broken chairs, ladies’ hats that would have gone out of fashion before women got the vote, stacks of paper, half rolls of moth-eaten carpet, boxes of old saucepans, some riding tack, endless cardboard boxes full of assorted stuff, and a couple of old wardrobes crammed with all sorts of rubbish. And that was just in the bit I was looking through. There were a couple of old paintings, but they certainly weren’t by Rembrandt, and in any case both were damaged.

I started ferreting through one of the wardrobes, and not too far away Henry was digging into a chest of drawers that only had three legs. By now he was concentrating on what he was doing, and so his thingy had gone soft and looked really tiny – I mean, it’s only about two inches when it’s hard, so soft it was almost invisible. I snuck my phone out of my pocket and snapped off a couple of shots so that I could show Lee later on. Then I realised that I didn’t actually have to sneak pictures at all.

“Henry,” I said, “stand up straight and look this way.”

“Why? Oh… no! Come on, Freddie, that’s not fair!”

“I don’t see why not. All right, now turn sideways on.”

I managed to take three pictures, one a close-up, before it began to go hard again, and once it had I shot off a few more.

“Thank you,” I said. “Don’t worry, I’m only going to show them to Lee. Well, to start with, anyway…”

“No, Freddie! Please!” he begged. “Don’t show them to anyone else!”

“That depends whether or not you behave yourself, doesn’t it?” I said. “For example, some of what Kevin showed us on Saturday looked really interesting, and maybe I’d like to try. Perhaps if you were to help me, maybe nobody else will need to see how funny you look undressed.”

Obviously I had no intention of showing anyone except Lee, but it was quite a good lever. And it worked, too.

“Well… what did you want to try?” he asked.

“We don’t seem to have any Vaseline or anything here, so maybe you could show me how it feels when it goes in someone’s mouth?” I suggested.

“But that’s really dirty!”

“I know. But it’s probably better than having your photo shown to loads of people, isn’t it? And, anyway, I had a shower this morning before I left home, so I’m nice and clean. Come on, Henry, you swore to do anything I told you, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I suppose I did,” he admitted. “All right, then – I suppose you’d better get undressed.”

Oh my God, I thought: he’s really going to do it!!! And then I hesitated: after all, I liked Henry a lot, and I didn’t want to do something that would make him hate me…

“Are you sure, Henry?” I asked. “I mean, I suppose it is a bit bad…”

“No, you’re right, I did swear,” he said, “and it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t keep my word. After all, it’s not as if I didn’t know what might happen at the time. Go on, get undressed.”

I still wasn’t really a hundred per cent sure that I should be doing this. But Henry was looking at me expectantly, and his little thingy was still as stiff as ever, so perhaps he really didn’t mind. So in the end I started to get undressed, giving him every chance to shout stop. But he didn’t, and when I was naked he steered me to an old chair and told me to sit on it, and then he knelt down in front of me…

And he actually put it into his mouth! It was soft to start with because I was still a bit nervous, but it didn’t stay soft for very long: he licked it and squeezed with his lips, and it felt warm and wet and… well, nice, basically. And once it got properly stiff he started to slide his lips up and down it, licking and squeezing and generally making it pretty clear to me that he’d done this before, and probably several times, because he obviously knew exactly what he was doing. I guessed it was the boys in his dorm at school who had taught him to do this, just as they had apparently taught him about having one put in his bum. But I didn’t say anything, because this was starting to feel really nice and I didn’t want him to have to stop to answer questions or anything.

I wriggled forward on the chair a bit so that I was sitting on the edge, and that made it easier for him to get at me. It also gave him room to use his hands, and he started to stroke my legs and to play gently with my balls, and that felt pretty good, too.

But then he did stop, slipping it out of his mouth so that he could look at it.

“Gosh, Freddie,” he said, “you’re getting really big, aren’t you? It must be at least twice as big as mine… let’s find out.”

He grabbed the notepad and pencil he’d been using to keep track of which bits of junk he’d looked at so far, held it against my stiff thing and made a mark on the paper to indicate how long it was.

“We’ll measure later,” he said. “Now we’d better get on with it…”

I noticed that he was in absolutely no hurry to stop, and that made me feel a lot better. I wondered how long you normally did this for – not that I was in any hurry for it to end either, because it still felt… well, wizard, to use a 1940 expression.

And gradually I became aware of a sort of pressure building up inside me. It was like a sort of internal tickle, but a really nice one, and as it got stronger and stronger it felt better and better, until I thought I was actually going to explode or something. And then I simply couldn’t hold it back, and a feeling swept over me – around my thingy, mostly – that was like nothing I had ever felt before. It wasn’t just wizard, but it was absolutely spiffing, too, not to mention smashing and terrific. Biggles might have said that it was really rather extraordinary.

But at the time I was in no condition to think up descriptions from the 1940s, and when Henry asked me if it had been all right, there was only one word I could find.

“Henry,” I told him, “that was absolutely awesome!”

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