Date: Thu, 30 Jul 2020 21:17:52 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 15

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It was Mr MacDonald again, he thrust two full glasses of Whisky into
Fortnum and my hands, as Mr G stated he thought it was a bloody marvellous
idea,

`We should invite Torc's here for the inspection'

`Great Idea Athol, now you two come over here and join us'

Mr G wrapped an arm round each of our waists and led Forts and me over to
the Chesterfields.
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Operation Pied Piper – Part 15



By the time the gong rang for lunchtime, Mr MacDonald, Mr G and Lieutenant
Farquharson, were all pretty inebriated, poor old Forts who had been
sitting next to the Lieutenant, had been pawed at constantly since we had
sat down. If he had, had to show off his hairy thighs once he had done it a
dozen times, the Lieutenants hand constantly sliding higher under his kilt;
Forts wriggling away, he eventually had nowhere else to escape to and the
Lieutenant managed to get hold of his dick and balls, giving them a good
feel and squeeze, Forts had shrugged his shoulders at me, even I could see
he had tried bravely to stop it happening.

With the gong still Bonging, I asked if it was okay for us to go for lunch
and luckily Mr Mac nodded, we were both out the door faster than you can
imagine, once in the corridor, I couldn't help laughing, poor old Forts,
bless him he had been so busy fighting off the Lieutenant he hadn't noticed
I had been sitting on Mr G's hand, most of the morning.

We went through to lunch, Landers was now on the front counter, wearing a
white apron over his kilt, he smiled at us and I am sure we got any extra
spoonful of stew.

`Nice apron, Landers'

I winked at him, he laughed, I was going to have to find him later, he was
obviously enjoying his time at the Castle now. I felt someone come up
behind us, I turned round and greeted them.

`Hello Carstairs'

`Hello Thomas, ohh hello Fortnum, sorry, I didn't realise it was you, I
should have acknowledged you as a Prefect first, sorry'

Carstairs, looked and sounded so down sad even, I had been meaning to speak
to him too, but hadn't managed too.

`How are you?

`Oh, I am okay'

Carstairs put his head down and shuffled over to one of the tables with his
plate, he sat down alone. Fortnum looked at me mouthing `He doesn't sound
okay' I didn't know what to say, but went over to the table

`Hi Carstairs, mind if we join you?

He just shook his head, he looked miserable. I had no idea what to say and
for a while, as we all ate I said nothing, then as it went on, I started to
feel very uncomfortable with the silence and unfortunately blurted out the
first thing that came into my mind.

`Did you get a letter from home?

He put down his knife and fork and looked down at his plate as the flood
gates opened, tears streaming down his cheeks, I looked at Forts, he put
his hand on Carstairs shoulder

`Come on little guy, It can't be that bad'

`I hate it here, I've got no friends, I hate it'

Poor Carstairs was full on sobbing, Forts got up and went beside him him
putting his arm round him, a few of the other boys were now looking,
nudging and whispereing.

`Hey, there is no need for all this, we are your friends, shall we go for a
walk outside get some fresh air? Maybe go and see what the Soldiers are
building?

Carstairs didn't say anything, just sat staring at his plate, tears falling
from his chin, causing little splashes on the plate, Forts stood up, I went
to as well, he turned to me and said

`Shall we meet up later, I will go with him'

`Oh okay, well you know where I am'

Forts winked at me,

`Some of the time, Davy, some of the time'

I smiled as he gently took hold of Carstairs arm

`Come on little man, let's have a walk and chat'

I watched Forts put his arm round Carstairs as they left and give him a
little hug, I sat thinking, what a marvellous big brother he would have
made someone. I loved him to bits, I smiled to myself, feeling all warm
inside.


Fortnum takes over the story

It came as a relief to get away from the Lieutenants wandering hands In the
staff room, eventually I could wiggle away no more and he took hold of my
cock and balls giving them all a good feel; now don't get me wrong, he is a
good looking guy and who knows one day, his fondling had caused me get hard
and a couple of times I nearly moaned out loud as he smeared my precum over
my cockhead.

Happily The lunch gong saved us, David and me escaping into the dining
hall, that's where we had seen Carstairs one of the third years, now David
knows him, me not really, but even I could sense he was deeply troubled,
when we had been made Prefects, Mr MacDonald had asked us all to watch over
the younger ones for any signs of unhappiness or homesickness, little
Carstairs seemed to have it written all over him.

I thought it would be good to try and speak to him alone so had suggested
we go for a walk and see what the Soldiers were up too. To be honest, he
hadn't agreed or disagreed, I didn't give him any options, he was sobbing
desperately as I put my arm round him and led him down the stairs out of
the Castle.

`Where shall we go?

He just shrugged his shoulders.

`Have you been over to the Muchalls Burn yet?

He shook his head

`Shall we go and see it then?

Carstairs sniffed and nodded, luckily I had a hankie in my sporran, I
handed it to him. I gave him another little squeeze and felt his hand
nearest me take hold of my kilt belt, we wandered over towards the burn,
you could see it clearly from mine and Dickens room; not so easily from
down here, I hoped I was going in the right direction. We walked in silence
for a few minutes.

`You know if you want to talk to me you can,

No response

`Was it bad news from home?

`Not really, I just want to go home, all my friends parents have taken them
back to London, from what mum said'

We carried on walking along in silence, I helped him over the first wooden
post and rail fence, he had to let go of my belt as I lifted him, once I
was over I dropped my hand to myside and was a bit shocked when he took
hold of it, and gripped it tightly, he looked up and smiled for the first
time. So there I was again walking along with a smaller guy holding on to
my hand again. We headed through a small standing of trees and then out
into an open meadow, he seemed a lot calmer, he was walking along swinging
our arms; his little hand still in mine.

I looked down at the little guy, as I said David knew him, although
probably wouldn't class him as a best friend, me I had seen him about the
school in London and here at the Castle, but I had never spoken to him. He
was just one of those kids who blended in and you never really saw; quietly
invisible really. Again he was what you would call slight, I must be at
least a foot taller maybe even a bit more, he had short mousy brown hair
with a floppy fringe not dissimilar to David's, he kept having to push it
back as we walked along

`You should get the barber to cut that off'

I had waited until he had pushed it back again and then I ruffled his hair,
causing it to fall across his face again, he gave me an angry stare.

`Are you feeling a bit better?'

He nodded and smiled at me, he had lovely hazel coloured eyes and a
smattering of freckles on his cheeks.

`Thank you Fortnum, Sir, I don't have any friends here'

Wow, that hit me right between the eyes. I stopped and dropped down to his
height facing him.

`Hey you don't have to call me Sir and I am sure you have loads of friends,
David is one and me now'

He smiled again, he leaned closer, for a moment I thought he was going to
kiss me, but instead he sniffed.

`You smell like my big brother Mark'

I hoped that was a good thing, I hadn't showered this morning. At last
something we could talk about, I tried to sound all enthusiastic.

`I didn't know you had a big brother? Tell me all about your big brother
Mark'

His little face looked up at me again, his eyes welling up

`Mark died last year, he was my best friend',

He looked down, his eyes glassing up, me and my big mouth.

`I do have another brother and a sister too'

`No tears, tell me about them'

I said holding up my hand

`Tell me about your other brother and sister?

`Oh they are much older and are married, Dad said Mark and me were
mistakes'

He chuckled at what was obviously a family joke; a joke unless you're the
one being described as the mistake that is, we had just arrived at the
Burn, I wasn't sure if I should ask any more about Mark, I decided to leave
it to Carstairs if he wanted to say more. As the old proverb said `if you
find yourself in a hole stop digging'

`It's not very big, is it?

He stood staring at the stream, he was right there wasn't much water in it,
maybe a few inches, six at most and probably only five feet across. There
was a fallen tree stump a few feet away on the bank near us, I led him over
to it and sat down, he shuffled on next to me, we sat listening to the
water, I squeezed his hand, he squeezed mine back and whispered

`Thank you'

`Hey don't be silly, I am enjoying it too'

I ruffled his hair again

He lent into me

`Mark used to ruffle my hair, I really miss him'

I had done it again, he whispered and gave another little sob, I put my arm
round him and pulled him closer

`Shall we have a paddle?

I need to change the subject, luckily he nodded and we started to remove
our shoes and socks

`Mark used to take me paddling'

He sniffed and I thought oh fuck, why had I suggested paddling. This trip
was turning into a nightmare for me and constant trauma for Carstairs, why
on earth had his parents not warned the Masters, I would have to speak to
Mr Mac when I got back.

Bare footed we made our way down into the water

`Mark was big and hairy like you'

`How do you know I am big and hairy?'

Why had I said that, it must have been the Whisky from earlier

`I've seen you in the showers'

He giggled

`Mark used to let me have a bath with him, we don't have a shower at home'

Still holding his hand I carefully led him walking down the stream, the
water was cold but the sun was out and it felt warm otherwise

`Don't you have hairy legs and feet?'

Now I have hairy legs, I never thought my feet were, why oh why did I
decide to check there and then, as I lifted my foot out of the water, the
stone I was one shifted, my balance went to pieces, I let go of Carstairs
hand as I felt myself falling, my last vision was him getting on to the
bank as I landed in the water on my back, I scrambled to get up, god it was
cold, I looked down, my kilt had come undone and was lying in a heap in the
stream, my shirt plastered to my body, I tried to pick up my kilt, holding
the soggy mess in front of me, with water dripping off my nose, I got to
the bank and clambered out.

Carstairs eyes never left me, he was watching my face closely. His broke
into a slight grin and then a laugh, next he was doubled over laughing and
pointing at me. What could I do but laugh too, I checked I still had my
sporran and plaid broach and hadn't dropped anything.

`Here put these over on the tree stump and help me wring this material out,
it's soaked'

Carstairs took the sporran and broach and put them next to my shoes and
socks. I realised I was standing trying to hide myself, but his eyes moved
when I did, obviously trying to catch a glimpse of my cock, oh fuck it, I
dropped the soggy mass and got him to take hold of one end, I gripped the
other and we began twisting, his eyes never left my groin, water poured
from the cloth, I was amazed how dry it got, just wringing it out. I was
thinking out loud when I heard my voice

`Laid out in the sun this will probably dry'

`I'll help, you had better take your shirt off too, it's wet as well'

I laughed, nodding and after we laid out the seven metres of kilt material
on the bank, I took off my shirt and hung it in a bush. I had just done
that when I heard some voices they didn't seem far away.

`Oh Christ, there are people coming'

I got down on my knees, Carstairs was peering about, he looked like he was
going to stand on the tree stump to get a better view.

`Come here, we don't want anyone seeing me like this, they might come over
if they see you'

I crawled over to some slightly longer grass.

`Get down, before anyone sees you'

`Where?

`Here anywhere, just get down'

He came right over to me and lay down right next to me, we lay like that
for five minutes until the voices moved away. I looked at Carstairs he was
on his side staring at me intently.

`Can I touch you?

`Pardon'

`Can I touch you, Mark used to let me touch him'

How did I get myself into positons like this, last night Dickens and now
here I was again naked in front of another school mate and he was asking to
touch me too.

`I am not really sure that would be right'

I tried to sound sincere

`Okay'

Carstairs turned away from me, I lay listening, the babbling water, the
buzz of insects and the sobs of a twelve year old. I turned towards him
leaning on my elbow

`Carstairs turn round, if it is going to make you feel better, of course
you can'

He sniffed

`No its okay, I know you don't want me too, I'll just go back now'

He stood up, now this kid was either a budding actor or emotionally in a
mess, he turned to me, big tears rolling down his cheeks yet again

`Thank you for being nice to me'

He walked over to the tree stump and began pulling on his socks.

`Carstairs'

God I didn't even know his first name,

`Carstairs, come here, please don't go'

I got myself up and went over to him, I knelt down next to him and wrapped
my arms round him and pulled him in close in to me,

`Come on little man, I didn't mean to upset you, of course you can touch me
anytime you like, if it reminds you of Mark, but first as we are friends
now I want to know you first name, mine is Drageon, no laughing'

`You promise not to laugh at mine?

He whispered, I nodded

`Edwin and I am allowed to touch you anytime?'

What had I just agreed too, I kissed his cheek, tasting the salt of his
tears, I don't know what possessed me, I gave him a little lick and then
nuzzled in to his neck, he giggled screwing up his face as he tried to get
away, I began tickling him, he was crying with laughter and thrashing
about, I lay back onto the ground pulling him down on to my chest and
stopped tickling, he wrapped his right arm round my neck and lay his head
on my chest, his left hand toying with the hairs on my chest, he lay on me
in the sun, I was just getting comfortable, when his little fingers found
my nipple and began playing with it, it wasn't long before it was sticking
up out of my chest hair, he leaned over to it and gave it a kiss and then
moved his head so he could easily get it in his mouth, I felt his little
tongue begin flicking and licking at it as he latched on, he shifted his
weight and face so he was now lying on his left hand side, my nipple still
in his mouth, his right hand now free began running through the hairs on my
chest, getting lower and closer to my treasure trail, as he got closer and
closer, I felt my cock twitching, it throbbed a couple of times, then
flopped up and down, moving on its own, seemingly looking for his hand, by
the time his fingers touched it, my cock head was totally exposed throbbing
and precum was trickling out down on to me stomach, his little fingers
tickled my glans ridge, then smeared my precum over my cockhead and shaft,
this wasn't the first time he had done this, I placed my hand over his on
my cock, slowly moving it up and down, he let go of my nipple and looked up
at me

`Are you going to make white stuff come out like Mark used to?

`Only if you want me too'

`Please, no one has done it for me since Mark died'

I held his hand tighter round my shaft and together we wanked my cock, till
it spewed my load all over my belly and chest. Carstairs giggled as I came
and then used a finger to push my cum around on my chest mashing it into
the hairs. He cuddled up to me again

`Thank you Fortnum'

As I felt my cum drying in my hairs, I thought I had better get cleaned off
a bit, I got him up and washed off the worst in the stream. He watched me
closely and then my cum as it drifted to the bottom, little white balls
quickly surrounded by minnows

`They are eating it, look'

He exclaimed

`It tastes nice, I don't blame them'

`You can eat it?

He looked at me, me and my big mouth, I was going to speak to David and get
him to explain it all to him.

Although needing a good iron, my kilt wasn't too bad at least it was dry, I
got dressed again and with our socks and shoes back on we wandered back to
the Castle, the dinner gong started to ring out as we got closer.

`Oh, you're back'

I looked round it was David, he made an exaggerated movement of checking
his watch, I nodded a bit sheepishly.


David takes over

I had been in the walled garden, not having found Forts and Carstairs when
I had gone down to the burn earlier with a few of the guys. I thought I had
seen them coming back across the field, I crept up behind them

`Oh you're back'

Forts looked a bit flustered, I held up my watch, tapping it then listening
then checking the time.

`David, can we speak later, I have to see Mr Mac and then I will look for
you okay?

I nodded, that sounded mysterious. Checking my watch I had realised I had
to take coffee up to Mr G's, it was that time already.

`I have to get up to Mr G's now anyway'

David half sighed and then mouthed `love you'

I was enjoying being a fag to Mr G, I certainly wasn't going to get fat the
number of times I had to go up and down all the stairs, I gently tapped on
the door

`Come in, Ah Davy, put it down over there will you'

Mr G was in bed his bottom half covered with the sheet, an unidentified
lump under the bedding next to him. I placed down the tray, then picked up
the Tartan trousers and ginned at him and smiled, mouthing the words
`caught you', he smiled broadly back at me.

`Shall I fold these and put them on a hanger?

`No what you can do is strip off your cloths and jump up on here'

Now who can refuse an invite like that, I stripped off and climbed on to
the bed.

`Get your gorgeous body over here'

As I got closer I could smell the whisky, Mr G kissed me passionately as I
sat in his lap, he moved his hand and shook the lump next to him

`You had better wake up Torc's if you don't want to miss out'

Lieutenant Farquharson's head appeared out of the covers,

`Well I don't want to do that'

He grabbed me round the waist and pulled me over to him, pushing me onto my
back between them,

`God he is gorgeous, is the hairy hung one here too?


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