Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2020 00:46:39 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 12

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He then carried on introducing and announcing Mr G, as taking over Mr
Finlay's old duties; I couldn't resist a glance at Fortnum as Mr Macdonald
announced I was to be MR G's Fag. Fortnum's face did not show any reaction;
I smiled broadly. Finally Mr MacDonald announced he was pleased to finally
welcome Mr Lucas to the Castle and more good news he had brought letters
from home, these would be distributed at the end of this assembly, then
boys had a free period to write home, I hadn't even thought about home, I
felt guilty, I had promised Mum I would write regularly and I hadn't; time
to turn over a new leaf.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 12



Mr Lucas had been our teacher for maths, he had never been my favourite
Master, probably because I was hopeless at his subject, he was in his
mid-twenties, very tall at least 6'6" another ginger, but unlike Mr Mac, he
had a sharp pointed face with a very long chin, on which it looked like he
had stuck a ginger Walter Raleigh beard, the rest of his hair was short
back and sides like most of the Masters, he never seemed to smile much, or
maybe that should be he never smiled much at me. He had deep set; piggy
even, light coloured eyes, and he was one of those few people with one blue
and one brown eye; now that fascinated me, frequently I would end up
staring at him, hypnotically draw to his eyes. It was going to be
interesting to see what he looked like in his kilt, his suits always seemed
too short, both in the leg and sleeve, oh and he had enormous feet at least
a size 12 or 13.

At the end of the assembly Mr Lucas had set up a little table with all the
mail on it, which he had collected from the train before coming to the
Castle, we had to line up by year, with first years going first. Landers
was soon bored waiting, as we all were

`If I get there and no one has written, I am going to write and tell them
what I think'

It had some logic to it, I was just hoping everything was okay at home, Mum
had been so upset when I left, I think if she had got her way I would still
be in London.

We finally arrived at the desk and having said hello to Mr Lucas and
welcoming him to Castle Fraser and then reminding him of our names; blimey
we hadn't been away that long. We were handed our letter, seeing Mums
handwriting and catching the smell of her perfume off of the envelope gave
me quite a turn, something I wasn't expecting; I hadn't thought I had
missed home that much, but I obviously had. It was strange to witness my
friends and other boys all gripping their letters to their chests and then
heading off to somewhere private to read them, listening to them laughing
and in some cases crying, the Masters going over to check on those boys.

I sat looking at the letter, I hoped Dad had said something on it too, deep
down I knew he had probably left it to Mum; he was very busy at work. I
finally tore the corner of the envelope and gently opened it with my finger
and took out the folded paper inside. It had been written by Mum, it was
long and rambling and about how much she missed me and that no German
planes had bombed yet, just general rubbish really about neighbours, I had
no idea who most of them where, Oh and Dad sends his love and he promises
to write next time, I folded up the sheets and put them back in the
envelope.

`Everything okay at home Thomas?

It was Mr MacDonald, I nodded, I could hardly tell him, they should have
saved the paper, I was really none the wiser having read it, not even
better informed. Mr Mac smiled and handed me some sheets of paper and an
envelope before he went off to check on another boy; now it was my turn to
write back; so much had happened, but so little of it I could tell my
parents about, I found myself making stuff up about playing in trees; Dad
would be pleased, I never was an outdoorsy kid. I finished the letter off
saying how much I missed them all and couldn't wait to hear from them
again; then in my best hand writing I wrote on the address, the Masters
were going to be sorting out stamps etc, having handed my letter in, I
glanced round looking for Forts, he was nowhere to be seen. No surprise
there then, I checked my watch, wow, it was amazing how long it had taken
to get our letters, read them and then write ours, it would soon be tea
time. I wondered what Mr Duncan had for us tonight.

I was at a loose end, this was technically a free period to do odd jobs,
but all my clothes were clean and tidily put away. I decided to check if Mr
G needed anything done, as I went up to the fifth floor, there was a lot of
laughter from Forts room on the fourth; at least someone was having fun. I
knocked and went into Mr G's room, he wasn't there, oh but his flat cap and
swagger stick were, I thought about re running his bath; probably a bit
early, so I found myself in front of his mirror wearing his flat cap and
carrying his swagger stick. I went to the fireplace and drew a moustache on
my top lip with soot, that's what I needed to look the part, I was
strutting up and down, pretending to bark orders watching myself in the
mirror, when the door opened. Mr G took one look at me and stood to
attention and saluted, then burst out laughing, so did I.

`Come here Wing Commander Razamataz'

I crossed over to him taking off his flat cap and handing him it and the
swagger stick.

`Hey you have forgotten my Moustache'

He grabbed me round the waist, tickling me

`Give me back my Moustache, you little thief'

I was screaming with laughter as he held me down took out his hankie spat
on the corner and wiped away my moustache, just like my Mum did when she
tried to clean my face in public.

`There that's better'

He let me up, I was panting, getting my breath back I stood looking at him
and then kissed his lips.

`What was that for?

He looked a bit surprised,

`For bringing back a memory'

I don't know if he understood or not, but I appreciated his hug and the
warmth the memory gave me.

`Right David, tea time, lead the way'

He put on his flat cap and grabbed his swagger stick again.

`How do I look?

`Amazing Mr G'

I did my best standing to attention and saluted him.

`That's good enough for me, on we go David'

I was really pleased that Mr G sat with me for dinner, I made sure Fort's
saw me, but I didn't speak to him, just laughed extra loudly at everything
Mr G said.

After Tea, Mr G went off into the staff room, I thought I would check the
student notice board, the following notice had appeared.

 "It is with sadness we announce that Downton will be leaving tomorrow
morning, his family have requested that he return to them in London
following the tragic death of his brother on HMS Royal Oak".

As it happened, I hadn't gone back with Mr G to his room last night, the
Masters had a welcome party for Mr Lucas and Mr G in the staff room and it
went on long into the night with Mr G and Mr Mac partaking heavily in the
`Water of Life' as I was to find out around midnight as I was woken, by
drunken laughing raised voices and banging, I had gone out onto the
landing; it was Mr Mac and Mr G making their way upstairs. I did ask if
they needed any help and Mr Mac had just put his finger to his lips with a
silly grin on his face.

`Shoosh, he he he he'

Rather drunkenly they both started giggling, before staggering, well more
climbing on all fours up the stairs, Mr G stuffing his head under Mr Mac's
kilt and making raspberry noises as they went. I went back to bed.

I took Mr G his coffee at 7.30, he was naked in bed, with Mr Mac lying
asleep beside him, both looked like they had had a heavy night; like dad
had after the Kings Coronation. The room was a mess with bits of Tartan and
blue uniform, laying on the floor and over furniture. I had lightly knocked
on the door and crept inside, a figure in the bed moved stretching.

`Morning David'

`Your coffee Mr G'

He went to sit up

`Great, ohh god, I moved to fast' he rubbed his head, `could you get
another cup too?

Mr G, winked at me and pointed to Mr Mac, I nodded and headed back down to
the kitchen, when I got back up Mr Mac was in the shower.

`This is our secret David, yes?

He looked at the empty space in his bed, I nodded

`Good man, sorry we didn't get to finish our bath'

I poured out a coffee and took it over to him, he gave me a peck on the
cheek,

`I will make it up to you, I promise'

`Err we will make it up to you'

Said a louder voice, it was Mr MacDonald coming out of the ensuite.

`Morning David, looking gorgeous as always'

He strode over to the bed wearing just a towel. I handed him his coffee,
blushing as he ruffle my fringe, yet again; why did everyone do that.

`David can you do me a huge favour and check in on Downton, see if he needs
any help getting ready?

`Yes Sir, Mr MacDonald'

`Thank you David, on you go, I will be down soon'

I headed back downstairs to the 1st Year dormitory to look for Downton. I
found him sitting on his bunk, his case already packed, he hadn't slept,
his face tear stained, his hair uncombed, he was wearing his Harrow boys
school uniform, his kilt and accessories carefully folded on the bed. I got
his comb and sorted out his hair, it was nearly as unruly as mine, then
with a damp cloth, I wiped over his face.  I sat realising I didn't really
know him, the more I looked at him, I wish I had, he was a lovely blond
cherub. I would have to suggest to Mr Mac that the years mixed more, it
would be good for us all.

`Thank you Thomas'

Downton whispered as I finished sorting him out and sat back next to
him. The smell of cooking floating into the room reminded me it was
breakfast time.

`Oh Come on let's get you some breakfast'

`I don't really want to see anyone'

Dawson, looked close to tears again

`I understand, hang on her then, let me see what I can get'

I went to the kitchen and knocked on the door, Mr Duncan opened it, I told
him Downton didn't want to come for breakfast and asked if there was
anything he could have in his room, Mr Duncan, nodded and he made me up a
sausage sandwich; which he carefully wrapped in greaseproof paper, he had
tried not to open the kitchen door too wide; which I thought was a bit odd
at the time, but it swung open and there was Landers naked standing on a
box washing dishes, he grinned and waved back at me; he had bubbles on his
bum, as I tried to look more closely Mr Duncan hurried me out thrusting the
sandwich and a small pack lunch into my hands.

`Here you go and the pack lunch is for the train journey tell him'

The door was closed, I would have to speak to Landers, how could he have
got bubbles on his bum doing dishes?

Downton really appreciated the sausage sandwich, it certainly didn't take
him long to eat it. He didn't seem as impressed with the egg sandwich pack
lunch, apparently he didn't like egg, I assured him there would be someone
on the train who would swap, I was sure. We sat playing rock paper scissors
and eye spy until Mr G came into the room; he looked very smart in his
uniform, he winked at me and then turned to Downton

`Are you already young man?

Downton nodded, Mr G turned to me

`That will be all Thomas, thank you'

I stood up to go but first gave Downton a hug, and then picked up a pair of
the tartan flashes from his socks, off of his kilt pile.

`Here take these and remember us, write if you can'

His face lit up

`I will, thank you Thomas,... for everything'

`Yes thank you Thomas, now outside and join the rest of the boys'

`Yes Mr G'

I stopped in front of the big mirror at the top of the stairs and made
sure, I was nice and smart, then went down the last flight of stairs and
outside, nodding to the Masters, who were all in their Long kilts and fly
plaids and then past the 4th years, as I passed, Fortnum, put his hand out,
it touched my chest, I went to push past.

`David can we speak?

I shook my head, keeping my eyes looking at the ground; I didn't trust
myself not to blub.

`Not now, see me after, if you have got something to say'

Fortnum seemed a bit shocked, he looked stunned, hurt, confused even; well
good. Dickens was standing next to him, I don't think he heard what Fortnum
had said, but just saw me pushing past a Prefect; when they had spoken to
me. He glanced at Fortnum and then grabbed my shirt and hissed at me

`Remember your place Thomas, if a Prefect speaks you stop and listen'

I stopped, Fortnum pushed Dickens hand off me

`Leave it'

`But he'

`I said fucking leave it'

Dickens, looked pissed, I carried on walking I glanced back, Mr MacDonald
had been watching us, I felt his eyes follow me all the way to where my
year was lined up; I could sense his frustration with me.

Not long after that Mr G in his full uniform, cap and swagger stick came
out with Downton. Downton spoke to each Master and then was lead to the car
by Mr G, we all stood in silence; it was horrible, I wondered how many more
times this might happen before this awful war was over.

The car with Mr G and Downton drove off down the drive away from the
Castle; we were now down to sixty two pupils. I decided I need a bit of a
walk, I hadn't deliberately forgotten about Fortnum, he had just slipped my
mind, strange considering how he occupied my every thinking thought
usually. I hadn't got far, when I heard footsteps on the gravel coming up
quickly behind me.

`David, please stop, please talk to me, where are you going?'

It was Fortnum,

`I am going for a walk'

`Can I come?

`If you want'

I think I sounded a bit curt, he nodded and came to my side.

`Well, you have something to say to me?'

I said looking straight ahead, afraid my emotions would overtake me.

`David what have I done now? Why are you ignoring me? You haven't come near
me since we were moved to the fourth floor'

I turned on him.

`I wasn't aware of you looking for me,... no need I suppose now you have
your wank buddy Dickens in your room full time. At least you don't have to
go creeping to the toilets to show him you cumming any more, for all I know
you're probably fucking him now too and as for those spiteful twins what
are they doing? Worshipping your cockhead all the time with their little
tongues?'

I hadn't stopped for breath, I looked at his face, he looked stunned, then
angry, he came straight back at me his voice brimming with emotion.

`I haven't done anything with anyone but you, Dickens is just my roommate,
as for the twins, I haven't done anything with them either, in fact I asked
Mr MacDonald to let me replace them, they are hopeless at everything, but
staring and pawing at me...

Fortnum was struggling to keep himself together, his face looking angrier
and angrier.

`And what about you, making doe eyes at that RAF man, I heard what he said
on the stairs, everyone did, it didn't take you long to forget me and make
a move on him did it'

He stood trembling with rage, he was struggling and failing to hold back
his tears.

`I love you David Thomas and I thought you loved me, but I was obviously
mistaken'

He spun on his heels and began walking back to the Castle, what the fuck
had I done.

`Fort's please stop, I do love you, more than you know'

He stopped as I caught up with him, we both had tears streaming down our
cheeks, he stared at me hard and then gripped my wrist and dragged me, well
not really dragged, I wanted to follow; down to the strip of trees near the
stable, he pulled me through after him and didn't stop, pulling me until we
were in the hayloft we had had our first encounter in. He began to pull off
his kilt

`Strip'

He barked as he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, he threw the
seven metres of kilt material on to some hay and stood naked watching me,
his seven inches of hard cock pointing straight at me. I was soon naked too
and hard, he pushed me on to the material and got down in front of me,
forcing my legs apart, he reached for his sporran and pulled out a small
tube of Vaseline, he smeared it over his shaft and bellend and then rubbed
some on to my hole, forcing some inside me with his fingers, he still
hadn't said a word; it was animalistic and so horny, as he grabbed my legs
and pushed them back and open, he shuffled forwards, I felt him line his
cockhead at my hole, he thrust forward, burying his cock in me, my cry of
pain was stifled by his mouth clamping over mine, my scream dissolving over
his tongue as he began to give me a royal fucking, once in his stride his
lips broke from mine

`When are you going to realise, it's you I love, no one else, just you'

He rammed his cock even deeper on the syllable of each word: when are you
going to realise, it's you I love, no one else, just you. I ground my hips
back against him, his cock was pummelling my hole, he was constantly
adjusting the angle of his cock; changing depth and speed, I felt his
bellend begin hitting something inside my arse, the sensations, were
amazing, he sensed the change in me as I began gripping his shaft with my
arse muscles.

`Found it, your boynut, I knew it was in there somewhere'

He gasped, he sat back and gripped my precum leaking cock, he began wanking
it hard, his cock was still slamming into me massaging my boynut with each
thrust; his balls audibly slapping against me, I couldn't hold back any
longer, I began to cum, and this time not thin water, but proper thick
white cum, It spurted on to his face, he began grinning and opened his
mouth, my second jet splashing on to his tongue, he was laughing as he
tried to catch it, me I was concentrating on his hips as they got faster
and faster, soon he was groaning and grunting as his shaft emptied into my
arse, I felt his cum coating my insides as I continued to spurt out too, he
collapsed on top of me, our tongues again in each other's mouths, we
juddered to a halt, I looked up at him, my cum smeared on his face, I
licked it off; my first thick white cum spurt. He was smiling down at me,
his green eyes glistening, he leaned down and licked up some of my cum
where it had smeared on me and we snogged.

`Wow David, that was amazing'

It was, we lay in each other's arms side by side.

`I wonder if we have an audience to day'.

I giggled, as he kissed my nose,

`If we do I am telling them to fuck off'

His voice rose as he said `fuck off', we both laughed and snuggled tightly
into each other's arms. He nuzzled into my ear

`Are we boyfriends again?

I cuddled up to him tighter and nodded, opening and pressing my mouth to
his once more.

He made love to me again about twenty minutes later, I couldn't stop
myself, I moved on top of him and sat on his hard cock; taking it all. He
rolled me on to my back and his time it was slow and sensual, He ground his
shaft against my boynut again; boy was I pleased I had one of those and
even more that he had found it, we both came again and lay back in a post
coitus glow. At the distant sound of a gong; yet another new introduction
for calling the school together. I glanced at my watch.

`Hey its lunch time, I am starving, last one dressed is a Mary'

`But I thought we were both Mary's'

We both leapt up laughing, how great it was to see his face and those
amazing green eyes full of love and joy again, I was dressed first, I had
cheated though messing up his pleats more than once, laughing as he shouted
that's not fair. We walked back up to the Castle, he had his arm round my
waist, I wondered how long he would leave it there, as we got close, I felt
him give me a gentle squeeze and then he moved it, he whispered in my ear.

It doesn't mean I don't love you, okay?

He exaggerated the word okay, I nodded, I felt silly, my imagination would
be the death of us, I thought back to what he had said about Mr G, I had
better come clean.

`Fort's we need to speak about Mr G'

Fort's slapped my arse

`David I know your insatiable, I know that and I can live with it as long
as I know you love me best'

`I do, so much, I have been such an idiot'

He nodded, I punched his arm

`Well then of course you can have fun with him and Mr Mac, you can even
introduce Mr G to me, if you don't get all jealous when I fuck him and make
him moan for more'

Forts gripped the front of his sporran; lewdly. Then became all serious, he
gave me a big melt your heart smile as he turned to face me, he held up his
little finger,

`Come on' he said

I linked mine to it, he spoke again

`Promise me though that you will always tell me if you're getting upset
with me, I am obviously too thick skinned to know I am upsetting you, until
you have gone crazy'

`I promise'

`Ahh, my little sister says you have to say `pinkie promise' for it to
work'

`Pinkie promise'

I said as he gave me a broad grin how: daft, extraordinary, amazing,
marvellous, complicated, confusing and, beautiful young love is.

I had a quick glance round, seeing no one about, I kissed his cheek, but my
kiss hadn't gone unseen, Mr MacDonald was looking out of the staff room
window, he smiled to himself, we were at peace again, the knock on the
door, brought him back to reality. The door opened.

`Ahh ha, Come in, Ah Smyth A and Smyth J, come in boys, some bad and some
good news I am afraid'


Fort's and I made our way into the Castle and up the stairs, the gong had
been moved on to the landing there just before the door into the dining
hall, standing next to it was Dickens.

`Important role, I can't think of anyone better qualified'

I whispered to Forts, unfortunately louder than I realised

`What did you fucking say, you piece of shit?

Dickens lunged at me, luckily Forts caught his arm, Dickens looked shocked,
he looked at Forts in disbelief and then back at me

`You're protecting this?

He hissed looking at me like I was a bit of dirt

`A third year? What's he, your boyfriend, your bumboy?

Forts still had hold of Dickens arm, he twisted it backwards causing
Dickens to shout out and stagger forward, he was tittering on the top step,
his other arm flailing only stopped from falling by Forts grip on his other
arm. Forts shoved him forward and spat into his ear

`Don't you ever say that again Dickens'

He pushed him forward again, Dickens, swayed totally unbalanced

`Sorry Fortnum, I'm sorry'

`And now say sorry to my boyfriend Thomas'

Dickens quickly glanced at Forts face, realising he was deadly serious he
stammered

`Sorry Thomas, I'm sorry'

`What's going on here? You Fortnum let go of Dickens, what's gotten into
you?'

Mr Evans came flying out of the dining room having heard the commotion,
luckily Forts pulled Dickens back so he could get his balance otherwise he
would have fallen down the stairs, he released him. Dickens steadied
himself, Mr Evans grabbed him

`Right Dickens what's going on?

`Nothing Sir, I slipped Sir, luckily Fortnum caught me Sir'

Mr Evans knew he had been lied too, but also realised Dickens answer meant
no action necessary on his part.

`Right, well, well done Fortnum, now the three of you go and get your
lunch, I will wait here, remember your both Prefects, try acting like it'

The three of us walked into the dining room, Dickens rubbing his arm, we
all got our plates and smiled steak pie tonight.

`Err can I sit with you guys?

Dickens looked at us both hesitantly, Fortnum looked at me, I nodded. We
all sat down, Dickens seemed to be playing with his food rather than eating
it.

`Are you really boyfriends?

He was barely audible over the bustle in the dining room, I looked round,
phew no one near us. Fortnum answered

`Is that a problem?

`No it's great that you have both got each other'

He shoved his food round a bit more, Fortnum spoke again

`And?'

`Well some people don't have any one, it must be nice'

`What are you saying Dickens?

Fortnum had now put down his knife and folk

`Are you trying to be funny?

Forts leant towards Dickens, I thought I had best intervene, I hoped I was
right.

`What I think he is trying to say is he is more like us than we realise, am
I right?

Dickens nodded

`Please don't say anything to anyone'

Forts bless him still hadn't made the connection, he gave me a confused
look.

`Forts, he watched you wank off and cum, he likes your dick, as much as I
do'

`Ohh'

Forts grinned the penny having dropped

`Why didn't you say something sooner Dickens?

Dickens shrugged his shoulders and winced

`Ouch you really hurt my shoulder there'

Forts looked at him

`Sorry about that, err shall we all have a chat together later?

I nodded, we had found a new friend.


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