Date: Tue, 07 May 2013 00:38:29 +0100
From: nevermindwhoiam@hushmail.com
Subject: The World Can Turn Upside Down! Part 6 The Summer is Way Too Short!

The World Can Turn Upside Down!
Part 6 The Summer is Way Too Short!

This is a work of fiction; any similarity with places, people and events in
the real world is coincidence. If you are not old enough to read this then
why the hell are you still here?

Remember, this is fiction, not real, I do not condone the sexual abuse of
minors, do not go out and try anything you read here in the real world. All
actors in this tale were over 18 at the time of printing!

In response to criticism received I would like to point out that this is
fiction, and events and technologies may or may not have been around at the
time this is set, somewhere around the 1970's and 80's with perhaps some
newer stuff as well. It's not meant to be an historical work, so please do
not get upset if I get it wrong! And please, all the Cunning linguists
amongst you, I can just about understand Dutch, but I have relied on Google
to translate foreign languages. If there are mistakes please just accept
them and get back to pleasuring yourselves as you read this next chapter of
Peter and Douglas's tale!

Thanks to all of my readers who have been emailing me while I sorted out
some personal matters, and who have hung on faithfully waiting for part 6!
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From Part 5;

Gaylord said he would run Rodney home after he dropped us off, and at the
Heliport we all said our goodbyes before they disappeared off into the
London Rush Hour traffic and we set off back to the cottage.

Part 6 The Summer is Way Too Short

The flight back to the cottage was uneventful, but we all chatted about our
experiences. I wanted to know what was going on with Gaylord, but Dad said
we would talk about it once we were home. The scenery was great and we
spotted several canals with narrow boats on them, but soon we were landing
on the old tennis court at the cottage. Steven decided to go straight away
so as to get back to his home airport before the sun went down, and we all
waved goodbye.

We went into the cottage and unpacked the bags and put the things for the
cottage into the rooms where they belonged, then we went down to the boat
and got supper and then sat down to play some games, with Snakes and
Ladders and Ludo causing lots of fun and brotherly arguments. Thomi and
Steff were soon nodding off and Dad packed the triplets all off to bed. We
sat down in the lounge and I asked again about Gaylord.

"Well son" Dad replied, "sexual pleasure and pain are often very close to
one and other, with some men, and women, finding that they need to
experience pain to make their sexual pleasure greater. Some of those also
like to be humiliated or treated as slaves."

"But why?" I asked "why would anyone want to be hurt?"

"Well, when a person's body experiences something nice, like eating
chocolate or having an orgasm, something is released in the brain called
Endorphins. The same substance, Endorphin, is also released when you
experience pain, to stop it hurting so much. For some people this can be a
bit mixed up and they find that the pain of being spanked or having their
nipples twisted is a huge turn on sexually!"

I sat and thought about this for quite a long time before asking "Could you
show me tonight please?"

"Show you what?" Dad asked.

"How pain can be pleasurable during sex, pleeeease?"

Dad leant across me and pulled me to him, I relaxed and opened my mouth to
allow his exploring tongue into my mouth. While he was kissing me he put
his hand under my T shirt and started to play with my nipples. Once he had
stimulated them to hard buttons he grabbed them and twisted hard. I yelped
with pain, but at the same moment my cock got harder than it had ever
been. He carried me to his bed and stripped me, not the gentle erotic
stripping that I was used to from him, more a rough and forceful removal of
my clothes, like someone who was going to do it whether I liked it or not!

He then stopped and said "Peter if at any time you want me to stop you just
say so"

"What if I say stop but don't mean it? Would you carry on again?"

"Well lots of couples have a special word, one that would not usually be
said when making love, which means STOP, for real"

"What word should we use then?" I asked

"It needs to be something that you will remember at a moment of great
excitement" Dad advised.

"How about that warning word for pilots that Steven talked about, NOTAMS?"

"That's perfect, it is not a word that would ever come out in normal
conversation, but one that you will not easily forget! If you say NOTAMS I
will stop, no questions asked. But I will also stop if I think that we are
going too far, OK?"

"OK"

Dad slapped me quite hard on my bum, "That's OK SIR to you!"

I thought for a second I was going to cry, but then I realised it was part
of the game so I looked down at the floor, just as I had seen Gaylord do,
so I said "Sorry Sir, I meant to say OK Sir"

Dad then grabbed my balls and squeezing slightly pulled down very hard on
them. A jolt of pain shot through my body, but at the same time my already
impossibly hard cock got even harder! Dad reached into the locker by his
bed and got some cord out. He used one piece to tie my hands to a locker
handle above my head and then he tied a second piece very tightly around my
sack, tying off and separating my balls. By now my cock was dripping precum
and the pain was so mingled with pleasure that all I wanted was for him to
do more! He left me tied up and went out of the bedroom.

As he left he said, "Not a sound from you, unless it is you saying that you
want me to stop!"

"No Sir" I replied while gritting my teeth.

I heard him go into the lounge and pour himself a drink. He left me there
for what seemed like hours, though he told me after that it had only been
about 5 minutes! When he came back he stopped behind me and I felt him
doing something to the cord around my balls. Suddenly there was a jerk on
the cord and a searing pain as the brass weight from the kitchen scales
that he had tied to the cord dropped tugging on my balls. This was too much
for me and I pumped out yet another load of boycum all over the bed. I
slumped ripping the handle from the locker above my head and causing me to
fall onto the bed.

He very gently untied my hands and balls and went to work kissing it
better.

"Now can you understand why some people like to be hurt when having sex?"
He asked while gently massaging my stretched gonads.

"Oh God yes, I wouldn't want to do it every day, but we have to try more
sometime!" Little did I know that I was already hooked on being a
submissive in an S&M setting! We then both went to bed and the next thing I
remember was the triplets all crowding into our bed as the first rays of
early morning sun cut through the portholes.

We were enjoying a lazy breakfast, all of us a bare as the day we were
born, when we heard the honking of a boats horn. I dashed forward to see
what the commotion was, only to see 'Mary of Tiree' coming alongside. I had
told the triplets about Angus and we all four dashed out to greet him,
forgetting our state of undress altogether!

"Now that's a sight for sore eyes!" Angus greeted, "how are you all?"

It was then that we realised that the 'Mary of Tiree' had not come down
through the locks alone, and we got some good natured 'Wolf Whistles' from
the crew of the other 2 narrow boats. They call their goodbyes to Angus,
and continued on their way as we all had a further cup of coffee together
and caught up with each other's news.

As we were all talking we heard further horn sounds, this time from the
road, Dad cautioned us to put something on before going to investigate, so
we all dressed in our yellow speedos, Angus commented "Mmmm 4 bananas all
ready to be peeled and eaten!"

We rushed out to find a big green truck from Harrods at the gate. 2 of the
3 men on the truck eyed the 4 almost naked boys with interest, but Douglas
cautioned the boys to behave.  After he had shown the men where to place
the delivered items Douglas said that we should try and cut the grass and
tidy up the garden a little. We went to the shed to see what tools we could
find, and there was a brand new mini tractor/mower!

"Dad, dad, there's a tractor lawnmower" Thomi called out.

"Yes, it was delivered yesterday!" dad replied. "Now you are to be careful
with it, and take turns at cutting the grass!" he told us and showed us all
the safe way to use the machine.

We took turns at driving the mini tractor and were soon making a huge
difference to the appearance of the gardens, though after our first turn
each of us ran down to the boat to put on jeans and a T shirt as the dust
was dreadful. As the delivery men finished so we were also finished cutting
back the "Jungle" and we went to go inside to see what had been delivered.

"Oh no you don't" Dad stopped us, "You can go in through the other door and
use the boot room showers first. Just leave your things in the basket there
and I'll show you how to use the washing machine later!"

We were about to go in as Damion arrived on his bike, a really old rusty
thing, and as he pulled on the brakes the brake rod snapped and jammed in
the front wheel, sending him flying over the handlebars straight into a
huge pile of dirt and brambles that we had cut from the garden. He landed
with a thud and a scream. We all rushed over to him, to find him fighting
for breath and bleeding from the face and arms. Worse still his left arm
seemed to be at a very strange angle and his hand was turning blue.

Michi wanted to get him out of the pile of garden waste but I told him "No,
don't move him; he may have damaged his back. Dad, call 999 and see if Dr
Mark can come too. Michi run to Damions' house and call his dad round."

I quickly felt Damions chest and could tell, even through his T shirt that
something was very wrong. There were lumps where there should not have
been, and his breathing was obviously very painful.

"Hold still Damion, I think you may have broken a couple of ribs, and your
arm looks broken too!" I told him.

There was a shout "Damion!" it was Tony, Damions Dad, "What's happened?"

"The brake rod on his bike broke and he fell off the bike, I think he has
broken a couple of ribs, and his arm too Mr Shepard!" I tried to tell him.

Tony pushed me roughly to one side and said " It's you isn't it you bully,
you did this to my son?"

I stood there speechless but Damion croaked, "No dad he is trying to help
me"

Tony tried to pick his son up but I shouted "Don't move him; he may have a
back injury!"

"Shut UP" he shouted at me "Don't tell me how to deal with my son"

Dad stepped up and pulled me to one side, raising a finger to his lips to
tell me to be quiet.

"Tony, Peter is right, you should not move him until Mark has seen him"

Tony was about to answer when Mark raced into the garden, bag in hand.

He turned to me and asked, "What happened Peter?"

"Damions brakes broke on his bike and he came off, into the pile of garden
waste. I have looked him over and I think he has broken ribs and a broken
left arm."

"Examine him properly Mark, what would a kid like that know? I think he was
responsible for this" Tony said aggressively.

"Dad st..st..stop," Damion stuttered, "Peter was just helping me"

Mark ignored Tony and knelt by Damion, running his hands over the boys'
chest. "Yes, the ribs feel damaged, good job you didn't move him!" He
winked at me, "now please could you move some of the branches and brambles
away so we can roll him onto a stretcher?"

We all got stuck in moving the branches away as we heard the bell of the
ambulance as it came up the hill.

"I think we need to open a local Ambulance Station here, if this keeps up!"
Joked the Ambulance man as he grabbed the stretcher and his bag. Mark
filled him in on the details, while adding that the quick thinking of the
other boys may have saved Damion from more serious injuries.

Tony, realising how unfair he had been came over and said, "Peter, please
can you forgive me, I should have waited. I am so used to Damion getting
into fights every day I assumed that you had been fighting him!"

I smiled at Tony, and then gave him a hug. "It's OK, any dad would think
the same in your position. May I go with Damion in the Ambulance, and you
can drive behind in your car, so you can get home after?"

"Peter, are you sure that you are really only 12? You talk and act, more
like an adult than most adults I know, present company excepted! Sir
Douglas, you have a very special boy, no a very special young man there!"

"Please Tony, drop the Sir, and yes Peter has been through a lot, and to
his credit he's grown up beyond his years. I just want to try and give him
some childhood back before it's too late!"

"May I then please?" I begged.

"Of course, if it's OK with the Ambulance man, and Damion wants you to go"
Dad replied.

The Ambulance man, who had listened to our conversation, asked Damion, "Do
you want Peter to ride with us in the Ambulance?"

Damion had not heard his dads' apology and asked "What will my dad say?"

"He says it's fine, he said sorry to Peter" came the reply.

Damion started to cry, and doubled up in pain as his ribs made themselves
known to him, "T..t..tell Peter I need him with me p.pp.p.please"

"Peter! PETER!" the ambulance man called "Damion needs you."

I rushed over to the back of the ambulance to find Damion still
sobbing. "Hey Damion, what's the matter friend?" I reached into my pocket
and found a hanky which I gave him. He tried to wipe his eyes and nose, but
it hurt him too much to lift his arm so I took the hanky back and cleaned
him up, then without thinking I kissed him on the forehead, just as the
Ambulance man got in and closed the doors.

I jerked back blushing but the man said "It's OK Peter, nice to see a kid
who has compassion!"

Damion grabbed the front of my T shirt with his good hand and pulled me to
his lips, his mouth opened and he pulled me into a very very passionate
kiss. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him pop a massive stiffie, so
did the Ambulance man, notice Damions and pop one himself too!

"Maybe you should take care of that for him Peter, before we get to the
hospital and some nurse deals with it for him!" He told us as he slipped
into the front seat next to the driver.

He said something and we heard the driver laugh "What and you're not
stopping to help Paul?"

"Shhh, never when I am on duty Andy, anyway kids that age won't want an old
fart like me getting involved!"

"You should try asking Sir" I called, "I can't speak for Damion but an
experienced hand is always welcome with me"

"Me too" panted Damion.

I lifted the blanket covering Damion and opened his jeans, and then I took
his 7 inches into my mouth and started to suck. I jumped a bit as i felt a
large hand on my bum, and then another hand slid down the front of my
shorts. I wiggled my bum to show him to pull them down and he started to
slowly massage my dick. Suddenly I almost bit down on Damion as I felt
something warm and wet on my bum as Pauls moist tongue started to rim me
and his huge hand started to gently toss me off. Uncomfortable though it
was I managed to reach behind me and find Pauls zipper and fumble his
massive cock out of his pants. I only rubbed it about 10 times before I
felt him stiffen up and start to spray my legs with his hot cum. I prayed
that he was not one of those guys who stopped as soon as he cums, my luck
was in and he started to rim me with renewed vigour and was beating my meat
like it was going out of fashion!

I could feel myself tensing up to shoot my load as Damion grunted that he
was about to cum, and tried to push me off, but I managed to keep him in my
mouth as he shot wad after wad of his sweet cum into my waiting mouth. Once
I was sure he had dried up I let his softening cock fall from my mouth and
lent over him and kissed him, sharing a little of his cum with him, but it
was obvious that it hurt too much so I turned to Paul, just in time to stop
him from simply wiping my cum off onto a tissue. I held his cum dripping
hand and kissed him passionately sharing Damions offering with him then
licked his hand and did the same with my cum.

"We're almost there" shouted Andy from the cab.

Paul sprang into action giving the floor and fittings a quick wipe over to
remove the more obvious pools of cum and then said "Thanks for that boys,
if I die tomorrow I'll be the happiest man alive!"

"Anytime Paul," I told him, "we should have some more fun together and
maybe let Andy get some action too"

"Oh Andy isn't like that" Paul answered as Andy came into the back to
unload Damion.

"No?" I asked, grabbing Andy's very prominent boner, "that tells a
different story!"

Paul looked at his workmate inquiringly, "Andy, I thought you were
straight?"

"I'm not into MEN" he said pointedly," have you never wondered what I read
when I use the toilet at your house for hours at a time? I found your stash
of H&E** and Jung und Frei*** in the spare room, since then I have been
able to indulge, without my wife catching me!"

With that revelation the men lifted Damion on his stretcher out of the
Ambulance and into the hospital emergency area. I was soon stopped by a
nurse but Paul explained that I was Damions cousin and needed to wait with
him until Tony arrived, so the nurse very grudgingly allowed me to stay
with him. Even before a doctor arrived to see Damion Tony rushed into the
department and I got ready to go when I heard a familiar booming laugh as
Dr Tembe the Paediatric Consultant who had treated and helped me walked
into the cubicle.

"Young Peter Carling no less, no Animal Phallus shocks from you today I
hope?"

"No Dr Tembe, this is Damion Shepard, he had a cycling accident in our
garden, and has a suspected broken arm and broken ribs "I told him," This
is Tony, Damions father" I added.

"I can see we will have to make a staff vacancy for you here in the
department young man, your diagnosis matches exactly with the medical notes
I have here!  What do you mean a cycling accident in your garden? Last time
I saw you, you lived on a barge!"

With a hurt look I scowled at him and said, "Please don't let Dad hear you
call it that, it is a Narrow Boat, not a barge! Yes we now have a garden,
Dad is buying a cottage from Damions Dad, as a more permanent base."

"Ooops, sorry" he smiled, turning to Damion, "now let's get you X-rayed and
sorted out then!"

Just then Nurse Joyce, my "adopted" sister came in, and rushed over to me
to give me a huge hug, "Peter, my all-time favourite little brother" with
this she kissed me on the forehead, causing me to blush like a beetroot.

"Joycey, we will have to stop meeting like this, people will talk!" I
countered with a kiss to her cheek.

Joyce and Dr Tembe both burst out laughing which led to other patients
calling out things like "Quiet, some of us need some sleep!"

As Joyce and the Doctor turned their attention to Damion, Paul the
ambulance man popped his head round the corner, "Peter, how are you getting
home?"

"Umm I'll either phone Dad or try and get a bus" I answered.

"Well good luck with the bus, there are only 2 a day each way, and you have
missed the last one for today! I'm off duty in 10 mins, how about I give
you a lift home?" he offered.

"Well that's very kind, but I would not want to put you to any trouble" I
said.

"No trouble" he replied," I live about 3 miles from you, so it's not out of
my way. Shall I pick you up from here, or do you want to ride down to the
depot with me?"

"Oh, may I ride in the front of the Ambulance for a change, please?" I
begged.

"Sure thing sport!" came the reply.

I said my goodbyes, with an invitation to both Joyce and Dr Tembe to come
and visit us at the cottage and when they asked for the address I realised
I did not know it, in fact I was not sure I could find it on my own from
the road side as I had mainly been in and out by Narrow Boat or Helicopter!
Tony helped me out by writing the address down for them and after giving
Damion a very gentle hug I left with Paul.

Andy was waiting in the ambulance and we set off for the depot. "You enjoy
helping others don't you Peter?" he asked me.

"Well yes I do. I used to be in the Scouts at home before.........(sniff)"
I started to tell him, before realising that my life had changed now.

"We have something a bit like scouts here called St John's Ambulance
Cadets, there is a meeting tonight, and we thought perhaps you would like
to come along?" he asked.

"I'm not much of a church goer" I admitted.

"Haha" he laughed "It has nothing to do with the church, it's like the Red
Cross, only better!" he added.

"What sort of things do you do then?" my interest growing,

"We learn all about First Aid and helping others, and most weekends there
is some sort of sporting event on where we go and offer First Aid cover,
Football matches, pop concerts, motor racing and even the Annual Narrow
Boat rally in the centre of Birmingham!"

"Wow! Count me in!" I enthused.

"Well you have to pass some simple first aid tests before you can go to
events, but from what I have seen you will manage that with ease!" he told
me, as we drove into the depot.

We got out of the ambulance and Andy and Paul quickly cleaned it and
checked that everything they had used was replaced, before they took me to
the staff canteen for 'a quick cuppa' before we set off home.

An older man in an impressive uniform came in and looked at me with a smile
and said "Is it me, or are my ambulance crews getting younger by the day?"

"This is Peter Carling, the anaphylactic shock from last week, he nursed
his neighbours son on the way to hospital after a bike accident sir" Paul
told his boss

"I'm very pleased to meet you, I'm Richard Brett, officer in charge here. I
hear you made quite a hit with Divisional Nurse Anderson?" he said, shaking
my hand.

"Nurse Anderson?" I asked.

"Joyce Anderson, the A&E nurse who has taken a shine to you" Andy
explained.

"Oh Joycey" I laughed, "She is my honorary sister"

"Well if you do come to St Johns it will be Ma'am when we are on parade!"

"Joycey is a St John too? Then I'll definitely be there tonight!" I said
excitedly.

"Maybe tonight is not a good night to start? We have the exams tonight so
it might be a bit dull for a first timer?" Richard said,

"I was going to give him a copy of the training manual to revise from and
let him do the exam" Andy replied, "I know he will `ace' it, he's better
than a lot of the adults we have already!"

"Well you're the OiC Cadets, it's up to you, but he needs his practical
too, and they did that last week." Richard reminded him.

"I was hoping perhaps you could assess him for that now?" Andy asked.

"OK if you think he is that good" Richard replied, we'll set everything up
while you go and find him a Uniform from stores.

Richard gave me a sheet of paper from his bag with various basic first aid
principles listed on it and asked "Do you think you could do any of those
if I asked you to?"

I read through and nodded, "the only thing I don't know is how to strap a
patient down to a stretcher, we covered all the rest in my Scouts First Aid
badge"

In the meantime several more Ambulance crews came in to clock off and
Richard asked several of them to stay and help, explaining that I was to
take my practical first aid test. We went to a sort of classroom where I
was shown how to strap a patient down for transport and quickly went
through the other procedures.

Richard then said, "OK this is the deal, you Peter are first person to a
car crash, these others are intelligent passers bye, but NONE of them has
first Aid training. You need to deal with the two patients from the car,
and tell the others what they need to do to help you, until an Ambulance
arrives. OK?"

"Yes I think so." I gulped.

"Please do as he asks, and I mean exactly as he asks, don't try to 'help'
him as that could cause him to fail. Ben and James, you are the passengers
in the car, here" he said, pointing to two seats at the front of the
class. "Ben you had a seat belt on, James you didn't."

"OK Boss" they both replied.

"Any questions Peter, before we start?"

"No I think I have it"

Ben made a screeching noise, like a car skidding and knocked over the desk
behind him, to simulate an accident.

I dashed over and looked at the carnage. "Please stay where you are and be
calm, I am a First Aider!"

I looked around and the Ambulance crews, who were passers bye, were all
gawping opened mouthed.

"Does anyone else here know any first aid?" I asked them.

There was much shaking of heads, so I started to give orders in quick fire
succession;

"Sir please could you try and turn off the engine? Madam please could you
go to the phone box on the corner and call 999?" I ordered, and as she
started to go I added "please ask for Police and an Ambulance and tell them
it is an RTA with 2 persons injured"

I turned to Richard, who was making notes, "Are the car doors jammed for
this exercise?"

"Yes, I forgot to mention that" he apologised.

"And ask for the Fire service too, to cut them out of the car!"

I took a quick look at Ben, as he is nearer to me, and for a second I was
shocked as he has blood coming from his hand, he grinned and showed me a
fake blood tube in his hand.

 I asked him, "Apart from the cut on your hand does it hurt anywhere?"

"No, I'm fine" he replied "I've just got this piece of glass in my hand" he
added pretending to try to pull it out.

"No, sir, please don't do that"

I quickly made a ring of bandage from the supplies on the table and then
asked another passer bye to hold it to his hand, without pressing on the
glass. Richard started to make a strange noise, and told me that there was
a noise coming from under the bonnet. (hood for all you Americans!).

I then went across to James and looked at his injuries deciding that he had
a nasty head wound and other broken bones. I started to immobilise him and
treated his injuries as best I could with him trapped. Once I had done all
I could Richard made a noise like a fire engine and two of the passers bye
became firemen! They made sure the engine was safe and, with me sitting
behind James to hold him, 'cut open' the car doors. I then supervised the
removal of both patients from the car. The sound effects then simulated the
arrival of the Ambulance and I handed the patients over to them, giving
them as much information as I could about the patients.

Everybody then stood up and gave me a round of applause.

Richard patted me on the back and said, "That was pretty much perfect, you
have passed with an A+, not bad for a 12 year old!"

Just then Andy and Paul came into the room and asked what all the commotion
was, "Peter just passed his practical with an A+"

"Well done, I knew you could do it!" Paul told me, "Here is a book and a
Uniform; I'll pick you up at 6.30 this evening."

Paul then took me home, while telling me lots of things I might need to
know for the exam. When we got back I was surprised to see 2 builders
lorries and a digger in the garden, but Dad came over and explained; "They
are going to dig out the boathouse and widen it to take 3 boats, and they
are going to dig a pool in the garden too!" he then noticed the uniform and
books I was carrying, "What's all this?" he asked.

Paul explained, "I hope you don't mind, Peter would like to join St Johns
as a cadet, and there is a first aid exam this evening that we have entered
him for!"

Douglas took Paul to one side, "Is that such a good idea, I don't want him
to make a fool of himself in front of other kids his age, who he might go
to school with"

"He just took and passed his practical exam with an A+, something most kids
don't manage, even after a couple of years training!" Paul explained, "He
did first aid at scouts, and obviously has a talent for it. I've sorted him
out with a uniform, but he needs black shoes to wear."

"We got him school shoes when we went shopping yesterday, so that's OK" Dad
assured him.

"See you at 6.30 then Peter" Paul waved.

"Bye!" I called as I sat on the grass and started to read the book.

The rest of the day flew by; the triplets were unhappy that I was ignoring
them, but Dad put them straight and before long Dad called me in for tea.

In the kitchen, hanging up was my new uniform, pressed and spotless; "the
plus side of being a Naval Officer, you know how to get a Uniform all 'ship
shape and Bristol Fashion!'" he told me.

"When did you buy those?" I asked, pointing to a pair of very shiny shoes,
"I don't remember buying any in Patent Leather"

"No son, we didn't, I have just 'bulled' them up, it's the military way of
getting shoes to shine!"

"Thanks Dad" I said hugging him.

We all sat down to a light tea and soon Paul arrived to pick me up. I
quickly changed into my uniform, giving Paul a quick flash of my, as usual,
boned up cock, and we set off for the St John hut. On the way Paul said it
might be better not to mention to anyone about our little 'game' in the
ambulance, but i assured him that I was not that stupid!

The cadets were called to parade and I was introduced as a new member.

One of the older cadets, Mark, then took me on a quick tour of the hut, and
showed me the garage where two ambulances and half a dozen first aid bikes
were stored. We then quickly returned to the main room and I took a seat
for the exam. We had an hour to answer 30 questions, and were told it is
better to take our time and answer as many as we could accurately, rather
than rush through and make loads of mistakes. I read all the questions
through, and there was just one which I didn't understand. I answered all
the rest, adding drawings to several where I felt my written answer was not
enough. I was finished in 35 minutes, and read and re read my answers,
correcting minor mistakes as I did so. When the hour was up they collected
the papers in and I saw Joyce for the first time.

"Cadet Carling, how nice to see you here, I'm Divisional Nurse Anderson!"
She said, shaking my hand

I smiled "Thank you Ma'am, nice to see you too!"

Some of the other kids made "oooooo" noises "Joycey has a new boyfriend"

I blushed as Andy shouted "That's enough of that, or I'll rip up these
papers and you can all sit your exams again next week!"

There were replies of "sorry" and "we were only joking"

After the exam, which we were told would be marked that week and we would
get the results the following week, there was a break for a snack but I had
not brought any money with me. Joyce saw that I was standing alone with
nothing to eat or drink and she bought me a tin of "Irn Bru" and an Eccles
Cake. This caused some raised eyebrows but she explained to the others that
we were in the process of moving into a new house and I had forgotten my
money. As she knows my Dad she lent me the money for the snack.

"How did you know that I like Irn Bru?" I asked.

She told me "That night when you were in hospital you were talking in your
sleep! You kept asking Angus for another Irn Bru!"

"I hope that was all?" I said

"Of course that was all" she replied, but shook her head slightly and
winked.

A look of horror must have crossed my face, and things only got worse as
the older cadet who originally showed me around added "Oh don't worry I was
in the hospital with a fever, that's when I found out that I was Gay, after
I kept telling Nurse Joyce that I didn't fancy her, but did she have a
brother! She never told anyone, except me!"

I was shocked; this really good looking boy just came out to me in front of
25 other kids, boys and girls! Everyone burst out laughing, someone called
out, "Mark, now you have scared the new kid off, not everyone can cope with
being round gays!"

"No Mark, I just never thought anyone would talk openly about it. Where I
used to live admitting you were Gay would surely lead to a beating, at the
very least!" I explained.

"So how do you stand on Gays then Peter?" Mark asked

I went up very close to him, stood on his foot and reached up and kissed
his lips; "If they are as tall as you this is the only way to stand on
them!"

"Hey guys, he IS one of us!" Mark called.

Everyone huddled round and all started asking me questions at once; "you
got a steady boyfriend?" "Do us girls stand a chance with you?" then the
question, "you got any cute brothers at home?"

"Are those 3 lads I saw with you the other day your brothers?" One lad
asked, "I'm John by the way, I'm Bi, best of both worlds for me!"

"Hi John, look guys, this is not easy.... " I started.

Joyce came round and said "Peter, please don't feel the need to tell
everyone everything, it's a small village and they will find out soon
enough. If it upsets you then leave it be, this lot of Washerwomen will
survive without knowing everything"

"No Joyce, erm I mean Nurse Anderson, I'd rather they know the truth than
have people whispering behind my back. My parents were killed in a car
crash in Germany, I was staying with my Godfather until we could find my
Uncle Douglas so I could come and stay with him. Uncle Douglas.."

"Rear -Admiral Sir Douglas McPherson RN retired no less! My dad was in the
navy with him." One of the boys told everyone, to cat calls of "REAR
admiral? So it's true about the navy?" and much laughter.

"Yes Uncle Douglas was in the Royal Navy, anyway he is going to adopt
me. And yes the 3 boys are my cousins; they live in Holland with their mum,
so they will be my brothers soon too!"

"Are they triplets? They certainly all look the same!" called someone.

"Yes they are triplets"

The girls were all coo-ing, "sweet 3 cute blond boys, mmm...."

"Ok boys and girls, fall in, we have some announcements to make!"

We all lined up and someone showed me where to stand.

"Parade 'shun!" came the order, luckily we had done some parade drill in
Scouts, so I knew what was wanted of me.

"Stand at Ease!"

"Now the results of the practical test: You all passed with flying colours,
and we had 3 A+ passes, Divisional Commander Richard Brett will issue the
certificates; Cadet Corporal Sarah Brown"

Sarah came to attention and was given a certificate by Richard.

"Cadet Carol Foredeman"

Likewise Carol came to attention to receive her certificate.

"Last, but far from least, Cadet Peter Carling!"

There was a cheer and clapping as I wobbled to attention,

"Peter was able today to correctly diagnose and treat young Damion Shepard
when he crashed his bike. Peter immobilised Damions broken arm and his
ribs, and then calmed his distraught father while they waited for the
Ambulance. He then rode with him in the Ambulance so that Mr Shepard could
follow in his car. Once he had handed the patient over, he then came to the
Ambulance Station where he took the practical exam, harder because he knew
no one in the room. I marked him in accordance with the guidelines, and
believe me I tried to find fault! Peter showed great control and sent my
ambulance crews scuttling off to call for help and so on. Despite my best
efforts I only managed to knock off 1 mark because he dropped a bandage and
then used it on his patient. Peter had the highest score we have ever
recorded for a Cadet! Peter, well done, and welcome to the St Johns
Ambulance!"

The others all clapped and cheered as Richard gave me my certificate, and I
blushed.

We were called to attention and dismissed; I followed the lead of the
others and went to pick up my things. The barrage of questions restarted
with most of them asking how I could be that good at first aid and not a St
John Cadet? One even asked if I had been with the 'other team' (the Red
Cross)!

I swallowed a tear and told them, "My parents used to be in the Army, in
the Medical Corps, and Mum was a first aid instructor in my old scout
troop, so I guess I had an unfair advantage!"

Arms were laid over my shoulders and hugs came from all directions I
suddenly found that I had another 25+ friends, all of whom were either Gay,
or comfortable with gays!

I quickly asked Paul if he knew how to contact all the cadets, and when he
asked why I explained that I wanted to invite them all round to a "house
warming" but that I needed to check with Dad first. He quickly took me into
the office and I called dads portable phone. Dad thought it was a great
idea and told me to invite anyone I wanted.

I went back into the hall as the first of the cadets was about to leave;
"Guys, we are going to have a house warming on Saturday and we'd love it if
you all would come" I called out, " bring your parents and your brothers
and sisters too. Oh and if anyone has any special dietary needs please let
me know before so we can prepare for it!"

Several of my new friends said yes straight away, a couple said sorry but
they would be away with parents or visiting grandparents but it was already
looking good. One girl said that she was allergic to wheat products, so I
assured her that I would make sure we had suitable alternatives for her.

When I got home the triplets were already asleep on one of the new sofas,
and dad looked as if he would be asleep very soon too. I told him about the
cadets, and how they were cool about gays and how many of them were gay or
bi. He told me that it was great that I had found such understanding
friends, and that he looked forward to meeting them on Saturday.

The builders returned at 6.30 the next morning and I went out to see how
they were getting on. They had taken down one wall of the boat house and
were digging out the basin. There was a lot of pretty foul smelling mud at
the bottom of the basin, which they were loading into a big old lorry to
take it away. Another digger was finishing a big rectangular hole in
another part of the garden and as I looked I realised that he was digging a
25 yard swimming pool! I asked the foreman just how long it would take to
finish and he told me that a pre formed pool was to be placed in the hole
later that day and as soon as the pump and heater pipes were connected they
could start to fill it, possibly that evening!

I ran in, "Dad, do you think the pool will be ready to use by Saturday?"

"Well, it might not be heated through, that can take 2 or 3 weeks to
finish, but it will be safe, just cold!"

"I'll ask Paul if he can let everyone know to bring swimwear then" I said

Dad pointed out, "it could be more fun without, but if parents are coming
then perhaps not!"

"How long do you think the boathouse will take?" I asked.

"They told me that they would be finished digging tonight and will rebuild
the wall tomorrow. Then they are going to build a classroom for about 20
students to learn Watermanship in."

He then told me, "I also heard from the boatyard that the 2 new boats are
almost ready and we hope to get them at the end of next week. We are going
to organise a naming ceremony at the boatyard before we sail them down
here."

"Have they decided on names for them yet?" I asked.

"Yes" was all dad would say, despite my repeated asking, he just would not
tell me.

"Dad?" I asked, "Where will we empty the waste water from the new boats? In
fact where will we add fresh water and fuel?"

"Good thinking Peter," he replied, "I'll make some calls."

I went outside with my brothers to watch the builders and, as it was
another hot sunny day, we dressed in just the bare minimum, our canary
yellow speedos! After watching the men at work, and being shoo-ed away from
the building, we went down to the canal to play. Boys being boys we ended
up falling into the canal, and getting covered in mud. Dad came down to see
that we were OK, and found Michi and me hiding between GK and the canal
bank, while the other 2 boys tried to find us.

"Peter, Michi, OUT of there NOW!" he shouted. He reached down and helped us
out of the water just before a boat came past. As the boat was passing he
pushed a football down between GK and the bank and the wash, or bow wave,
of the passing boat pushed GK against the bank bursting the ball. Then the
suction caused by the passing boat pulled GK away from the bank again and
sucked the now flattened ball under GK.

I'm not sure who was more frightened, Dad, Michi or me. "NEVER, EVER, EVER
get between a boat and the bank, it will crush you and then drown you!"

"Sorry Dad!" we chorused.

"No, I'm sorry; I should have told you about the dangers." Dad said. "So
guys, what do you fancy doing this afternoon?"

"May we see if Damion is back yet please?" I asked, "If not may we please
go and see him in hospital?"

"I'll check for you" dad offered, making is way to the Landrover to get his
phone.

A quick call to the hospital revealed that Damion was due to stay one more
night, but would be home the next day. Initially the nurse on the other end
of the phone said no, we could not

go to see him, until she realised who was calling. Then she agreed, after
checking with Dr Tembe, that a visit from the four of us might help cheer
him up!

Dad drove us to town, where we first stopped off in a toy shop to get him
something. After a bit of debate we bought him a travel chess and draughts
set as well as some comics.

We arrived at the hospital and an elderly gentleman at the front desk told
us that visiting time was over and we may not go in, but dad "pulled rank"
by telling the guard who he was talking to. At the mention of both rank and
title the man called through to Dr Tembe and asked if it was OK for us to
come in. The Doctor said yes, of course, and we were soon invading the
Children's Ward. Damion looked rough, his right arm in plaster and thick
bandages round his chest.

As soon as we were alone he whispered to me, "Peter, can you help me
please? I'm right handed and I can't.. you know, what we did in the
ambulance!"

Blushing I said "I can't do that here, what about the other kids on the
ward?"

Damion grinned and said "Well there are four of you; you could each do
someone....."

I lightly punched his arm, "that's NOT what I meant!"

"I'll tell the nurse I need a bedpan and she will pull the curtain" Damion
said.

"I don't think they'll let me stay when you are doing a crap" I countered.

"Well it's worth a try" Damion said as he pressed the buzzer.

Meanwhile the triplets went to the other kids to offer to play with them,
or read to them.

One little girl, who was about 4 or 5 and covered in bandages and was
crying gently said "please could you sing me a nursery rhyme?" My mum
always sings them to me, but she is not well and she can't come to see me"
to Michi.

Michi called Thomi and Steff to him and they started to sing a Dutch
Nursery rhyme;

"Schaapje, schaapje, heb je witte wol?

Ja baas, ja baas, drie zakken vol.

Een voor de meester

en een voor zijn vrouw,

een voor het kindeke

dat bibbert van de kou.

Schaapje schaapje, heb je witte wol?

Ja baas, ja baas, drie zakken vol."

It was Baa Baa black sheep, and lots of the smaller children joined in in
English. A nurse came out and said how nice they sounded singing together,
and Dr Tembe came and congratulated them. He then started to sing the same
song in a rich deep voice in his own tongue;

"Baba Swartskaap, het jy baie wol?

Ja Baas, Ja Baas, drie sakke vol.

Een vir die nooi en een vir die baas

En een vir die seuntjie wat so raas op die plaas!"



Even the older kids seemed to be enjoying the entertainment and one, a
stunning boy of about 10 sat up and started to sing a choral song 'Pie
Jesu'

He managed the whole song before a fit of coughing overtook him; Thomi went
across to him and hugged him. It's a cliché but 'there wasn't a dry eye
in the house'.

As all of this was going on a nurse came to answer Damions buzzer "Yes
Damion?"

"Please may I have a bedpan Nurse?"

"Yes, but your visitor will have to go now." She replied.

"Well Nurse," I told her, "I am a St Johns Ambulance Cadet, and I was going
to help him, if that is OK with you?"

"If Damion is happy then why not? But mind you do it right!" she laughed.

"Oh I will Nurse, I will!"

"Wait a moment, are you Peter Carling, everyone is talking about you!"

"That's me" I answered.

"OK Peter, the bedpans are in the sluice room, over there, second door on
the left. Wait I'll show you where they are and how we carry them!"

The nurse told me that her name was Rose and that she was a very good
friend of Joyce's, and showed me what to do. She said that she would sign
off my patient care on my cadet experience book, once I had one!

We went back to Damions bed and I pulled the curtains round him as the rest
of the kids started to sing again. Once I was sure the coast was clear I
pulled back his bed covers and set to work on his rock hard dick. I gave
him my best, both hand and mouth service and after just a few minutes he
stuffed some of his bedding into his mouth as he came to a massive
shuddering orgasm. I wiped his cock clean and put the lid on the pan and
covered him just as the nurse came back in.

"All done?" she asked.

"Yes, now please could you show me how to use the sluice again?" I
requested.

As I carried the 'evidence' to the sluice room for disposal Nurse Rose took
a tissue and wiped the corner of my mouth; "absolute dedication I call
that, but next time try and get Damion to be a bit quieter, I could hear
him over the singing!"

If I thought that I had blushed before in my life it was nothing to the
scarlet face I got then!

She laughed and added "Peter, even if I had not known what Damion needed,
and I am neither blind nor stupid, the sperm dripping from your mouth, and
the strong smell of it in his bed space when I opened the curtain would
have been a give-away!"

When we got back Damion was asleep and we decided that it was time for us
to go. Several of the kids asked if we would come back again, and after
asking Dr Tembe it was agreed that we could.

Once we got back to the cottage we were able to see the progress being made
on both the swimming pool and the boat house, things were looking good,
though the workmen told us that sadly the pool would not be ready for the
weekend as there was a delay with the pumping gear needed to filter and
heat the pool. Another lorry had arrived carrying two huge tanks, which we
were told were to be burried near the boathouse. One was to hold the waste
water which could be pumped out of the boats and the other was for fuel for
the boats, so that they could be refuelled after each trip!

That evening we sat around the large fireplace, and although it was not
cold Dad lit the fire and made us all a drink of hot chocolate. He then got
a spray can from the kitchen with cream in it! We were all amazed as none
of us had ever seen one before. I had my first taste of hot chocolate with
cream on top and marshmallows in it! mmmmm......... We spent the evening
talking about our day, and plans for the rest of the holidays by 10pm we
were all tired out and four very happy boys were sent packing off to
separate beds, and , so dad told us, a very happy and lucky dad followed
soon after!

Thursday and Friday were spent sorting things out for the planned party and
getting everything ready for the collection of the two new boats. On
Saturday morning Dad went off in the Landrover to collect something he
called a barbecue! I had never seen such a thing before and was excited as
we set it up, though the triplets had seen them before in Holland, it was
to be the first time they had used one too. Dad the piled the base of it
full with charcoal and set light to it. Just then we heard a van pull up,
it was Roger Rogers, the village butcher.

As he unloaded the van I had to ask, "Are we just having some friends
round, or are we feeding the 40,000?"

There were trays of burger meat, chops, belly pork, chicken legs and more,
plus he produced a tray of frikandel and a large pan of pindas saus!

"If I bring chips down at 4 o'clock, will that be OK?" he asked

"Yes, though I'm sure I don't know who is going to eat all of this!" dad
replied.

Just then another van arrived with rolls and tomato sauce and other items
to make the party go with a swing! We all got stuck into preparing
everything when we heard the noise of a helicopter arriving. It was Steven
and Uncle Robert and his wife. Steven just dropped them off and flew away
again. I was a bit upset as I liked him and I thought he could at least
have stayed a few minutes. Soon my friends for St Johns started to arrive,
with parents and brothers and sisters, as well as people from the village,
some we knew and some we didn't.

Dad pulled the four of us to one side and gave us a stern warning; "NO
naughty stuff, OK, there are too many strangers here, some of whom would
object to seeing naked kids, and sex games! Understood?"

"Yes dad" we chorused.

The barbecue was burning well and several people were helping cook the
food, when Roger came back with dozens of portions of chips, all wrapped in
newspaper, as well as salt and vinegar and a table to put it all on. Tony
had dropped some old oil drums off to use as litter bins, and the party was
in full swing! A police car, fire engine and ambulance all arrived at the
same time, with bells and horns', making us panic, but it was just some of
the people we had made friends with from the local area adding some colour
to the party! Dr Tembe, Nurse Joyce and her boyfriend and Nurse Rose also
turned up and even Mr Johnstone from Social Services came too!

Just then we heard the helicopter again, and dad ran to the field next door
to guide it in, as there were too many people in the garden for it to land
there again. Dad came back with Steven and a rather beautiful looking
woman. The triplets saw them and shouted "Mama!" and went running to meet
them. I guessed from this that Dads ex-wife was the good looking woman, and
I was right!

After hugging and kissing her 3 sons she came over to me and dad introduced
us properly. I was also hugged and kissed, and told that I must come over
to Holland to visit soon. One last guest arrived, it was Damion, his arm in
plaster and in obvious pain, but also very happy to see us. He seemed to be
avoiding the other kids, so I asked him why.

"I used to bully a lot of them, and now they all hate me." he explained
with an ashamed look.

"No, they don't hate you Damion; they all asked how you were when I told
them about you being in hospital"

I called a couple of them over and though there was a little uneasiness I
got them to talk to Damion and soon they became friends again. One of the
older boys from the village fell into the canal, following some horseplay,
and I rushed over to make sure he was OK. He was fine, but his clothes were
soaked and he was covered in mud. After speaking to his dad I took him into
the house and helped him strip and get under the shower. I put his things
in the washer and found some of dads' things for him to wear. As I came
back to him with the clothes he had popped a boner and was trying to hide
it. Of course, seeing his discomfort I too got stiff, so I dropped to my
knees and serviced his 17 year old cock. He sort of resisted at first, but
soon he was holding my head and face fucking me like mad!

After his mind blowing orgasm the guilt kicked in; "Peter, I don't know
what came over me, I am so sorry, please don't ever tell anyone, I could go
to prison for what I just did to you!"

"Don't sweat it, you did nothing to me, I did it to you, and there is no
way I'd ever tell anyone, I enjoyed it too much!"

"Are you a queer then?" he asked uneasily

"If you mean am I homosexual? Then yes, it's no big deal. If you are
uncomfortable with it then I apologise, I should have asked you first!" I
replied.

"I'm glad you didn't ask. If you had I would have said no, and missed the
most fantastic thing ever! I just hope it has not made me queer too? Can
you catch it from being sucked once?"

I burst out laughing, which upset him, but I explained "contrary to
anything you might have heard behind the bike sheds at school you cannot
catch it, or even be infected or turned. Homosexuality is just something
that exists in most people, some let it happen, some repress it. Many
people can go both ways and be Bi-sexual. Enjoying a blow job does not make
you gay, even giving them does not either!"

"I'm not going to...." he started

"No, I would never ask" I interrupted

"But you are hard now" he pointed out.

"I'll just rub it off once you have gone" I assured him.

"Wont that make you go blind, or even mad?" he worried

"Of course not" I laughed," people only tell kids that because they don't
want them to discover the secret pleasures too soon! I bet most adults do
it all the time; it is part of many peoples 'foreplay' to get them heated
up ready for sex!"

"No, my parents would never do anything like that, I don't think they have
even ever had sex!" he argued

"If they have never had sex, where do you think you come from?" I asked,
realising that this lad had a lot to learn!

"I never thought of that" he said." look if you are going to do IT may I
watch please? I am not sure how to do it, when I try it hurts"

"Let's go to my room" I invited "that way we are not going to get caught!"

I quickly ran out to tell my dad not to come looking for me, and promised
to explain later, then I took the boy, whose name I did not even know, back
to my room.

"By the way, I'm Peter" I said offering my hand,

"I'm Ross" he replied shaking my hand.

"OK Ross," I told him, "what goes on in here is just our business, and no
one else's, OK?"

"I'm not going to tell anyone" he assured me.

I sat him on the bed and started to do a sexy strip for him "I've seen you
naked, so it's only fair that you see all of me"

"Mmmhmm" was all he could manage. Even though the clothes I had lent him
were too big I could still see the raging erection he was sporting as I
gave him my most erotic show.

Once I was naked I started to play with my rock hard cock, as well as
playing with my nipples and balls. I then started to wank myself very
slowly and he started to rub himself through his trousers, or at least
through dads trousers! Slowly I got into a rhythm and started to get closer
to my goal. By now his hand was inside the trousers and he too was
wanking. I went over to him and asked if I might pull the trousers down,
and he lifted his bum off the bed to let me. His full fisted grip was
awkward and I pulled his hand off and took his cock in 3 fingers and a
thumb, making sure to slide his ample foreskin all the way over his pulsing
head. He was obviously enjoying that method more and I gently pushed his
hand back so he could carry on himself. I held myself back until I saw his
balls rising and then gave it my all, so we came at the same time. Ross was
very vocal as he emptied his load and someone was banging on my bedroom
door asking if I was OK!

The total embarrassment was complete when, after a quick clean-up we opened
the door to Ross's dad who thundered "What the hell is going on here?"

He grabbed Ross by the hair and dragged him out of the house and to his
car, shouting about how he was going to beat the perversion out of the
dirty little pig and how he should have listened to his sister about this
bunch of perverts! Several adults tried to stop him, but he was having none
of it and raced off like a mad man, much to the worry of everyone there.

I ran to dad, in pieces over what I might have caused, but he assured me
that as long as I had not forced Ross into anything it was hardly my fault,
not that that made me feel any better!

After that the party seemed to break up quite quickly, and all of the
guests, except Dads ex-wife, Swaantje left. Dad asked the triplets to get
their mum sorted out in the guest room. Dad sat down with me in the lounge
to talk through what had happened, and why Ross's dad had shouted about
believing his sister. One of the other parents had told dad that Ross's
Aunt was no lesser person that Ms Clutterbuck, the disgraced social worker
who had tried to get me placed in care. Dad said that there was nothing
more we could do that evening and we should go to bed.

We had been asleep for about an hour when there was a hammering at the
door, I was scared in case it was the police or social services but as dad
opened the door I got a shock.

There was Ross, dressed only in underpants and covered in bruises and
blood. I burst into tears as I saw this and wanted to tend his wounds, but
dad said "No, Dr Mark needs to see this and document it as evidence!" While
dad phoned the doctor I got a large towel and made some hot chocolate.

Swaantje heard the noise and came down, and much to Ross's embarrassment
started to fuss around him. I assured him "This is my brothers' mum, she is
very kind. She will look after you until Dr Mark arrives"

"My dad won't let me see Dr Herriot because dad says he is a pervert!" Ross
told me, shaking his head.

I passed this on to dad but he said that a social services worker was
coming with the police too. Soon the lounge started to fill up as Mark
arrived, followed by a police car with a social worker. Although not as
nasty as Ms Clutterbuck had been, the social worker was talking to us in a
very nasty and aggressive manner, until dad phoned Mr Johnstone, head of
social services, who put his colleague straight on a few points. After the
phone call the social worker became a lot friendlier, and started to ask
Ross what had happened. Dr Mark asked Ross if it was OK with him to take
some photos of the injuries.

At first he said no, but I sat right next to him and stroked his arm while
saying; "Ross, what your Dad did to you was wrong, and despite anything he
may have tried to tell you, what YOU did was not wrong"

"He said that I am a paedophile because of what we did together. He said I
would go to prison and get beaten up and raped every day by the other
prisoners!"

The policeman asked "Just what is it that you are meant to have done that
would get you into prison?"

Ross burst into tears, so I answered for him; "He fell into the canal and
while he was showering to get clean he became aroused and masturbated to
get rid of his erection!"

"Did he do anything to you?" the policeman asked.

"No!" I answered truthfully, "he did nothing at all!"

Ross protested "Peter we......"

Dad interrupted "Ross, did YOU do anything to Peter? Did you touch him, or
force him to do anything against his will?"

"No" Ross and I echoed together.

"Good, then you did nothing wrong, though as far as I know even if you had
touched Peter, since you are both still children, you would not have been
in any trouble!" Dad said, "What will happen to Ross now?" he continued
turning to the policeman and the social worker.

"Well" the social worker replied, "I will not be able to find him anywhere
to go to at this time of night, so he will have to go into Police custody
until Monday morning!"

At this Ross broke down again sobbing uncontrollably.

Dad asked "Could he not stay here until the matter is sorted?"

"It's more than my job is worth" came the reply

Dad said, "Please don't take this personally, but I can't allow him to be
placed in the cells. I am going to call Mr Johnstone to ask him his advice,
this is not a reflection on your work, I appreciate your hands are tied."

"No that's fine, I'm glad that Abraham is getting involved, placing a
vulnerable child into police custody because there is no provision for
temporary foster care is not acceptable." He agreed.

Dad phoned Mr Johnstone again, but his wife told him that her husband was
already on his way to us, as he had anticipated problems. I went to the
kitchen and made a pot of tea, and another of coffee, and brought them into
the lounge with cups for everyone as well as a packet of biscuits. I also
checked the clothes that Ross had left at our house, after he fell into the
canal but they were clean, but not yet dry. I asked dad for some more of
his things so Ross could at least dress. Dad got a working overall out of
his wardrobe, that he normally used when painting the boat. I led Ross into
the kitchen and helped him dress, he looked exhausted and I tried to give
him a hug but his injuries were so bad that even a gentle hug from me made
him yelp in pain. I led him back into the lounge and sat next to him on the
sofa and he snuggled up against me and dropped straight off to sleep.

Mr Johnstone arrived and the social worker filled him in on the whole
situation. He asked me to wake Ross, which I did as gently as I could and
he asked Ross "Please could you tell us who did this to you?"

"It was my Dad" he simply replied.

"Not that there could be any possible excuse for such treatment of a child,
but do you know WHY he did it?" Abraham continued.

"He found out that I had masturbated after I showered when I fell in the
canal" Ross told him.

"Why were you almost naked when you came to this house?" came the next
question.

"Dad stripped me and beat me, but I managed to take a pair of my underpants
from the washing line after he threw me out of the house. He told me to go
and never defile his house again." Ross sobbed.

Turning to Dr Mark, "Have you managed to examine him thoroughly yet?"

"No, not fully. I have taken some initial photos but I need to see Ross
alone to examine him fully." Mark told him.

"Ross the doctor needs to examine you all over very quickly, please could
you go into the kitchen with him?"

"Peter, please can you come with me, I don't want to be alone with him"
Ross asked.

"I'm sorry, Peter can't be with you, an adult yes, but not a child!" the
policeman told him.

"Then you can't examine me!" Ross told the doctor.

"Peter is a St Johns Ambulance cadet, and as such is learning to help
medical staff in their duties, perhaps he could help me?" suggested Mark.

Abraham said he thought that would be OK, so the policeman agreed too. Once
we were in the kitchen Mark explained to Ross that he would need to strip,
so that the injuries could be documented, and asked Ross if he wanted me to
turn away.

"Hell NO" Ross exclaimed, "Peter was the one who made it clear to me that
my family had been lying to me all that time! He can watch as much as he
wants, and touch too if he likes!"

"Ross," I whispered to him," Trust me I'd rather NOT see what your dad did
to you, I had an Uncle who used to hurt me, not because I did that stuff,
but to make me do it! I'm here for you, but not because I want to see!"

"Sorry" Ross said, with a tear in his voice, "I never knew"

Mark examined Ross all over, and took some more Polaroid pictures of Ross's
bruises. Then mark and I helped Ross to dress in some old overalls that dad
had lent him, and we went back into the lounge. Mark showed the pictures to
the social worker and the policeman, both winced as they saw the damage.

"I don't think it is a good idea to move Ross tonight or indeed this
weekend" Mark said.

"Well where do you want him to stay then?" The social worker asked.

"How about here? Sir Douglas can look after him."

"With a single man? Department policy...." he started

"Sir Douglas is here with his wife, so that's covered. As far as I am
concerned department policy is there to guide us, it's NOT the be all and
end all of what we do!" Abraham said. "I think I can get a judge to make
Ross a ward of the court, and to assign Sir Douglas as Temporary Guardian,
if that's OK with you Sir Douglas, and with Ross?"

"I'm fine with it," dad said "Judge Sanquhar might be the one to ask, in
this case?" he added

"Yes, exactly who I was thinking of," Mr Johnstone agreed, "how about it
Ross? Would you be happier staying here for now?"

Ross burst into tears, but nodded his head furiously, as he hugged my arm.

Dad looked up the number that the Judge had given him and called; "I'm very
sorry to disturb you, Your Honour, this is Douglas McPherson" dad said,
"It's official business, we need you to make a young man here a ward of the
courts, and to ask you to approve his temporary placement here with us"

There was a pause as the judge spoke, and then dad said "Here is Abraham
Johnstone sir"

The head of social services explained the situation to the judge and passed
him over to the police officer, who confirmed the facts, and then on to
Mark who gave his point of view too.

Long story cut short the judge agreed for Ross to spend the night and said
he would be out at our place in the morning, to make a formal
decision. 'Better than listening to some bloody awful sermon in church
anyway!' was his closing comment.

I took Ross up to my room, and helped him out of the clothes and into my
bed. I was going to leave to sleep on the couch, but he grabbed my arm and
begged me to stay.

"I will just have to tell Dad, as he is expecting me back downstairs." I
explained, and he grudgingly let go.

"Dad, Ross wants me to stay with him tonight" I explained.

"Well OK but NO playing around, he is here to rest and sleep, OK?"

"Yes dad" I replied.

I was about to go when I heard another police car arrive, the driver came
in to tell the social workers that Ross's dad had been arrested and his mum
too. She had then told the police everything about the bullying and abuse
that had been going on, including how her sister in law, the ex-social
worker had regularly taken part in the almost ritual beating of children
from their church for 'sins of the flesh'.

I went back up to Ross and hugged him very closely... his sobbing kept me
awake for a long time, but eventually we drifted off into a fitful sleep. I
dreamt of Ross's dad and my Uncle Erich chasing me, and taking turns at
beating me, the one to make me have sex, the other for doing it!

In the morning we were awoken by 3 very subdued cuties, dressed in shorts
and T shirts who came and hugged us both. We went downstairs to find a
court in session in the lounge, well in theory it was a court in session!
The judge had brought a secretary and another court official and there were
several people from Social Services there too. They had already spoken to
Mark and seen the photos of Ross's injuries and basically just needed to
ask Ross if he wanted to stay with us.

"You bet I do!" he replied "this is the first time I can remember where I
didn't have to stand beside my bed while my dad inspected it for signs of
sinful behaviour!"

The judge said "Well that's good enough for me, Social services will call
in to check that everything is OK, and to make sure that you are still
happy Ross, on a regular basis. I would like to see all parties concerned
in, shall we say 4 weeks, to decide how to progress!"

With the formal matters decided dad asked the judge "Alistaire, I was
wondering if you could come to the launching of the 2 new narrow boats on
Friday?"

"Try keeping me away!" came the reply,

"We wanted to ask you to perform the naming ceremony" dad added

"But I thought that P........" the judge started

"We would like YOU to name them, the names are still a secret, but I'm SURE
you will understand!" Dad interrupted.

"Oh yes of course" Alistaire replied looking very strangely at me.

The triplets Mum came over and hugged both Ross and me, and said, "OK who
is up for breakfast then?"

"Mmm yes please" we answered in chorus.

"Umm what should I call you?" I asked her.

"Well I don't want to take anyone's place but as the triplets call me
Mamma, perhaps it would be easier for you two to call me that too? " she
offered

"OK Mamma!" I said.

Ross looked very sad so I said to him, "Ross, what do you call your Mum?"

"I have to call her Ma'am and my dad Sir. I just can't get my head around
the idea that a complete stranger would open her home to me, and would
allow me to call her Mamma!" with this he burst into tears again, so I took
his arm and led him into the kitchen.

"Ross, you are among friends here, "I told him "your mum and dad believed
that what they were doing was right, even though it was wrong. It is not
your fault, but for now it is better that you stay with us. There are
already 4 kids who call Mamma just that and call Dad, Dad. It is much
easier if you can do the same. We had a nasty experience with your Aunty
where she lied to the courts that dad and Dr Mark had done dreadful things
to me, that is why she lost her job."

"She said she had resigned because the department was full of perverts!"
Ross exclaimed,

"Well in her eyes they might be, anyway the department have a project to
get children in care holidays on narrow boats. We are going to take
delivery of the boats and name them at the weekend, we then need to sail
them back here, and if you feel up to it you're going to come and help!" I
told him

"What would your dad...." he started,

"OUR Dad" I corrected,

"OK Our dad let me come and ride on a narrow boat? I've often watched them
from the bridge, wishing I could see inside one, but my parents would never
allow such frivolity!" He said sadly.

I led him back into the lounge, "Dad, please may I take Ross out on the
GK?" I pleaded.

Dad saw that it was important and said "Of course, be careful and make sure
you do the safety checks before you cast off. Oh and you BOTH wear life
jackets, OK?" he said as he threw me the keys.

The judge and social services staff looked a little surprised but said
nothing.

We went down to the boat and the triplets asked if they might come too, but
dad explained that this trip was just for Ross.

 I sorted him out with an adult life jacket and put mine on too. I quickly
did the weed box check and the oiler, checked the levels of oil in the
engine and gearbox, and started the engine.

I then went forward and cast off the bowline and then the stern and we were
off.

"Wow and your dad... OUR dad lets you drive this?" Ross asked,

"Sure you can drive too in a while, let me show you everything."

I pulled into the bank and went through a quick potted lesson for Ross, he
understood it all instantly so I told him to drive off. We were heading
away from the lock, so I knew we would have no obstructions for a
while. Once he was in mid channel I went below and made us both some
breakfast, as we had not had anything at home. I brought a canal map up to
the helm and while Ross drove and drank his coffee I checked out where we
were.

"Ross there is a winding hole about 1 mile ahead. We need to stop just
before it, and check that it is all clear, then we can turn around and head
back home"

"A what hole?" he asked

"A winding hole, it is a wider part of the canal used to turn boats
around. It is where the boats that carried sand from that quarry over there
used to turn for the journey back to

Birmingham!"

 We pulled into the bank about 400 yards from the turn and although it had
some weed in it there were signs that a boat had used it recently, so I
guessed it would be OK.

Ross and I walked up the tow path as i explained how he needed to drive to
get the boat to turn, and how he needed to have some speed since the rudder
only turns a moving boat.

We got back aboard and Ross did a perfect manoeuvre to start the turn, just
as a boat came far too fast round the corner. I sounded the warning on the
horn to tell them that I was turning round to the right; 4 blasts a pause
then 1 blast on the horn. As we had already committed to the manoeuvre I
told Ross to continue. The people driving the other boat put their tiller
hard over and rammed the bank, without even trying to slow down, there was
a sound of smashing glass, a lot of swearing and then they jumped onto the
tow path and started to shout abuse at us. Ross drove on and they gave
chase, I told him not to stop as they had been in the wrong, and to be
honest I thought they might try to harm us. Though we were only doing the
regulation 4mph they had difficulty keeping up due to the poor state of the
tow path, and we kept just ahead of them. Ross brought us alongside at home
and I called dad. He came down to ask what the problem was. I explained as
the youths from the other boat got level with us. Dad told Michi to get
someone from the house and he soon came back with a policeman who had come
to talk to Ross about his parents. Seeing the cop the youths on the other
bank started to run. It turned out they had stolen the boat and had done
hundreds of pounds worth of damage along the way. The policeman called in
the location of the stolen boat, and gave a description of the youths who
were quickly aprehended.

Now that Ross was sure he had done nothing wrong he was over the moon at
his experience in driving the boat.

"Thanks dad, for letting us drive the barge" he said..

"No!" I shouted

"Ross," dad said seriously, "GK is a narrow boat, NOT a barge, please don't
ever use the 'B' word again!"

"Sorry I didn't know there was any difference!" he apologised.

We went up to the house where the policeman took a full statement from
Ross, and then said that Ross's dad had been released on bail, but he was
forbidden to come anywhere near us or our house, and was also banned from
going near his wife! Ross's mum was back at their house and although she
was also not allowed to make contact with Ross it was arranged the he
should visit with a social worker to collect his belongings.

Before he set off I took him to one side and said, "Ross I know it is hard,
but what your parents did was wrong, and you have to be allowed to grow up
in a safe and loving home. Please don't get too upset when you are there,
I'll be waiting for you here!" I hugged and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thanks little brother, I can't wait to get back. Mamma and Dad have shown
me that there is another way to live."

With this the social worker took Ross to collect his things. Dad took me
into the lounge and asked me to tell him exactly what had happened on our
little boat trip. I told him everything and he patted me on the shoulder;
"Well done son, you both did well"

"Please tell Ross that too dad, he needs a lot of re assurance right now,
he's in a very lonely place!"

"How did he do driving the boat?" Dad asked

"Fine, he picked it up in no time, and the yobs in that stolen boat didn't
scare him at all!"

"Good because we are going up to collect the new boats on Friday and I want
him to drive GK back. I'll drive one of the new boats and you will drive
the other! We'll split the triplets up, one on each boat, and I've asked
the boat builders to fit these new CB radios on each of the boats, so we
can stay in touch!"

"Great, what about GK?" I asked.

"They are going to fit one into GK while we are there, before the launching
ceremony!"

I held my hand to my mouth, just like in the American films "Breaker
breaker one niner, there's a bear in the air, come on!"

"No, no no no no!" Dad said, "I'm going into town to borrow a copy of a
book for radio voice procedure, from the local sea cadets, so we can all do
it properly right from the start"

"Awww" I complained, "So who is going to be there on Friday?"

"Well all of us, The Judge, a lot of people from Social Services, Uncle
Robert, Angus, Mark and maybe some reporters from the newspaper too!"

"Wow sounds busy!"

"You'll see, you'll see!" was all he would say.

Ross soon came back with a small bag with all his things in.

"Is that all you are bringing over for now?" I asked

"This is all that I have" he said, looking a bit ashamed

"What? No toys? No books? Nothing else?" I asked amazed.

"No my parents said that toys were the work of the devil, and the only book
I was allowed to read was the bible!"

"What about school things?" I asked, " You'll need them in September when
we go back won't you?"

"I never went to school, my parents taught me at home, the nearest I got to
school was Sunday classes at our church!"

I looked to Dad for some help. He smiled and said," Well I think you will
need to go to school from now on"

Ross smiled, "that sounds great, and at least I'll be with other kids."

"I'll need to get you assessed to see if you are up to standard in all your
subjects; if not we'll all do some learning together!" Dad said.

"I'd like that. But, when I was learning at home my father used to beat me
with a leather belt which had passages from the bible written on it. You
won't be doing that will you?"

"Lord no," dad replied horrified, "A son of mine would have to be very very
bad for me to consider a slap, and then only with my hand, not with a strap
or a whip!"

"Well what would earn me a slap?" I asked, with a mischievous grin.

"Well calling a narrow boat by the 'B' word would deserve a spanking" dad
smiled

"The 'B' word?" I asked "what 'B' word is there to refer to a BARGE?" I
laughed

Dad swung at me with a newspaper, and hit me on the bum.

"BARGE, BARGE!" I called holding my bum towards him, laughing all the time!

"You just want me to spank you, don't you Peter Pervert?" he joked, and the
triplets and Ross fell about laughing at the new nickname, Peter Pervert!

The rest of the week was taken up with shopping for some useable clothes
for Ross, getting the boathouse sorted to take the 2 new boats, plus GK in
the winter, and making the newly built classroom shed suitable for the
first group of kids. It was decided that the boats would be in full use
throughout the school holidays and half terms, as well as most weekends
between Easter and November. Both Ross and I were tested to see our
education levels and it turned out that I was a year ahead of my age group,
while Ross was 2 years behind! We were both to go to a local secondary
modern school, just 2 years apart!

At last Thursday arrived and we all climbed aboard GK for the long trip to
the boat yard. It was usually a 2 day cruise but we were going to do it in
just one day! We set off at about 5am, Dad, his ex-wife, the triplets, Ross
and I. Dad took the helm while Ross and I took windlasses and started to
work us up through the locks, on the way up towards Birmingham. The climb
usually takes about 3 hours in all; we managed it in less than 2! We pushed
on at maximum speed, about 4 knots, and Swaantje made us all sandwiches and
coffee while we were still on the move. Dad let Ross take the helm as much
as possible to get his confidence up, since he would be driving back pretty
much on his own.

It was about 5pm by the time we made the boatyard, and Dad had Ross bring
GK alongside the moorings. We tied up and got everything ready for the
night, while Mamma prepared an evening feast, with the help of the
triplets. Dad went off to talk to the boat builders about the launch and
hand over, and to ask them to fit a radio to GK, which they did while we
were having dinner.

Swaantje asked them where the nearest bed and breakfast was, and the yard
owner said that his wife took in guests, and he was sure she had a room for
the night. Having been shown where the on shore toilet and shower
facilities were, to save using the cramped ones on the boat, we all settled
down to a quiet evening playing cards and reading. Very soon the rigors of
the long day started to take their toll and one by one we started to drop
off to sleep. Mamma bid us all " Goede nacht, goed slapen." as she went to
the house to sleep. Dad went to his bed and the triplets too, leaving just
Ross and myself alone in the lounge.

I put an arm round Rosses shoulder and he leant over and kissed me. Soon
our kisses became more and more animated as we groped and touched each
other. Before long I had to open my shorts as my cock was getting
crushed. Ross stopped and stripped, helping me from the rest of my
clothes. Soon we were rolling around on the floor and getting very turned
on. I turned so I could suck Ross, and he took my cock in his mouth too. We
enjoyed a slow and gentle 69, and each time I could feel him starting to
tense up I backed off. He soon got the idea and did the same for me. I have
no idea just how long we lasted, but eventually he held my head as I tried
to back off again, and he shot an enormous load of his teen cum into my
waiting mouth, so much that I could not swallow it all, and some dribbled
out of my aching mouth. I followed suit and shot a massive load, almost
choking my new big brother!

We turned and kissed deeply, falling asleep almost instantly on the cabin
floor.

7.30 on Friday morning we were awoken by a knocking on the door. I called
"come in" before I even realised that we were still naked on the floor. I
looked up to see a 16 year old lad, the boat builders apprentice, standing
staring at us, his hand on his rising cock.

"Oh my God" he exclaimed, "God that's hot". Suddenly he realised what he
had said and blushed bright scarlet. His eyes then turned to the Galley
where three stark naked blond angles were just bending over the fridge to
get the orange juice out!

He pinched his face and said "I've died and gone to heaven, I must have!"

Dad came out of his cabin and asked, "What's going on here then?"

"Oh SHIT" the lad exclaimed, looking for a way to escape.

I laughed, "Hey, I'm Peter, this is Ross and these 3 are Michi, Thomi and
Steff. That's my dad, and who are you?"

"Umm well...."the lad stammered.

"Well hi, Umm Well, unusual name, but who am I to talk? Rear Admiral Sir
Douglas McPherson RN Retired!" dad said offering his hand.

"No, my name isn't Umm Well; I'm Jamie, Jamie Carter. Dad told me come and
invite you all to breakfast up at the house. It might be better if you
could get dressed first though!"

"Sure" said dad, noticing Jamie's discomfort, "grab a seat while we get
ready, perhaps you'll join us in a tea of coffee first?"

Jamie sat down, but he could not stop looking at all the cock that was
being flashed in front of him.

I got up and asked" tea or coffee?"

"Yes" was all Jamie said.

"Cold sick with wee in it OK for you Jamie?" I asked

"Yes" he said.

We all burst out laughing, and dad said "better make that a coffee then,
and boys, get some clothes on, before Jamie does himself an injury!"

I helped Ross to his feet, and lent across and placed a kiss on his
lips.. Jamie's hand went straight to his cock

"Jamie, perhaps you could come down and visit us at the cottage some time?
You'd be very welcome!" Dad said.

But "Yes" was still all he could get out of him.

"OK Boys, go and dress, and stop teasing Jamie" Dad said,

We all got dressed in smart clothes but Dad sent us back for working gear,
saying that we could change later before the launch. Jamie, now slightly
less dazed, led us all up to the house where his mum had prepared a huge
breakfast, not only for all of us, but for the yard workers too. After
eating Mamma and Mrs Carter cleared away and started to get some sandwiches
ready for the launching, and to take back on the two new boats as they were
not yet provisioned in the galley. We all helped sorting things out in the
yard, under Jamie's lead, picking up litter, moving things out of the way
and so on.

At 10 we were called together to go and get ready as the launch was to be
at 11. Dad said for us to go and shower but I pointed out that the water on
GK would be cold as she had not been run, and the water heaters were not
fired up. Mr Carter told Jamie to take us into the house and show us where
the family bathroom was. We grabbed our clean clothes from the boat and
followed Jamie upstairs. He showed us his room, where we should get changed
and the bathroom where we could all shower.

He went to leave us but I said "Don't you want to shower too? I'd rather
like to see what you were hiding before!"

"You mustn't let my Dad find out, he'd kill me!" Jamie said as he watched
the triplets strip and dash into the bathroom.

Ross and I undressed more slowly and then I helped a dazed Jamie out of his
things too. Although younger than Ross he was very well built, and his
erection was like a piston rod from a steam engine.

We all went into the bathroom where the triplets were busy doing everything
possible except showering. Although I was not the oldest I sort of took
charge and told them to get a move on as we mustn't be late for the
launching. Eventually they got themselves sorted, having all 3 managed at
least 2 orgasms each, and Jamie Ross and I all got i the shower together.

The triplets stood drying themselves and watched as I bent down before
Jamie and gave him his first ever blow job, while Ross fucked me for the
first time. Michi reached over and jacked my aching dick in time with the
rest of us and soon we all 3 erupted in a mass cum fest.

I heard Dad calling from outside; "Get a move on boys, most of the guests
are here and you are needed!"

We quickly finished up, cleaned up and got dressed in our 'Sunday Best'. By
the time we got outside there were a lot of familiar faces and several
unfamiliar ones too. We went over to dad who sat the triplets down with
their mother and took me to a small podium near the bows of the two new
boats. Jamie's dad explained to me that I was to launch the boats after I
named them and showed me the levers needed to do the job. The two boats,
looking a lot bigger than I had imagined as they were on land, were
sideways on to the water and would slide into the boatyards basin and after
a quick check of the engines in the water would be ready for the long
journey home.

"Why am I launching them Dad?" I asked

"Well two reasons, but the main one is had it not been for you, and your
adult attitude when that nasty business with Ms Clutterbuck happened the
boat fund would still not be anywhere near large enough to get even one
boat, let alone two!" he told me.

"What's the other?" I asked

"Wait until you see the names of the boats, then you will understand!" he
smiled.

I was a little confused by this but then I realised that there were 2
television cameras there to film the launch for the regional TV news
program "Stony Mill at Lunch Time", and was completely side tracked by all
the preparations. Dad told me that they would record the launch and then
show it on the Monday lunch time show, where they wanted to interview us
about the charity.

The leader of the county council got up and made a short speech in which he
explained that the county wanted to ensure that underprivileged kids in the
counties care would get to enjoy holidays away from the pressure of modern
society. He rambled on a bit, and then said that one young man, who had
recently lost his parents, had been instrumental in ensuring that this
project would be a success.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like you to welcome our guest of honour, who
will be naming these two boats in memory of his parents, Peter Carling!"

Dad helped me onto the podium and I was like a rabbit caught in the
headlights of an oncoming car. Dad handed me a sheet, no a scroll,
handwritten with a small speech he had composed for me;

"Ladies and Gentlemen, as Councillor Barrat just mentioned I lost my
parents in a car crash just 4 weeks ago......." I paused to wipe a tear
from my eye and dad quickly handed me a handkerchief, "and I came to live
with my Uncle, Rear Admiral Sir Douglas McPherson, who at the time was
touring the country on his Narrow boat. After a dreadful mix up we came
into contact with Social Services and following procedure my future was
decided in court. The matter was cleared up, and following an award for
compensation Sir Douglas, or dad as he has now become to me, donated the
compensation to the funds to purchase a boat for underprivileged children
to get a chance to experience narrow boating. The others involved in my
case also donated money, even the Judge, His Honour Judge Alistaire
Sanquhar! Both Sir Douglas, dad, and I were asked to help on the committee
and we are here today to celebrate the results of that committees work! We
have not one but two narrow boats to name and launch!"

The Judge then took the podium and opened a huge folder; "When I was asked
to make a speech here today I gave a lot of thought to what I should say,
and then gave even more thought to what I should NOT say" the crowd
laughed. "In my 27 years in Law I have met many people, lucky and unlucky,
adult and childish, honest and... well not so honest" more laughter. "It
was my privilege to meet Peter Carling in court that day. He had been
admitted to hospital as a result of an allergic reaction, just days after
losing his natural parents in a car crash and someone played Chinese
whispers. One thing led to another and several innocent men were accused of
the most evil and sinister things, things which I believe will rear their
ugly heads more and more in the decades to come. The accusations were
proven unfounded and Peter was returned to the care of his Uncle. As Peter
mentioned compensation claims were filed and the funds were eventually
transferred to the charitable account of the funds to provide narrow
boating experiences to disadvantaged children. After much discussion with
the committee we have decided to call the charitable trust 'The Peter
Carling Trust'. By the way, there is a collection tin next to the buffet
tables, please feel free to drop some extra cash in there, buying the boats
is just the start, we need to maintain, insure and run the boats too. Sir
Douglas has kindly offered to help run the boats for us, and has made a
very generous offer allowing us to store the boats on his property, and has
even constructed a classroom where the young people can be taught
watermanship and safety before they set off for the adventure of a life
time! Without further ado I would like to call upon Peter Carling to do the
honours and name these two boats!"

I stepped back on the podium and dad gave me a second piece of paper as the
name plates on the two boats were unveiled.

I read the paper; "I name these boats Joyce Carling and Roland Carling. God
bless them and all who sail on them!" I then pressed the button and two
bottles of champagne smashed over the bows of both boats and they slid
sideward down the slipway and into the water. Boatyard personnel held ropes
which caused the two boats to turn and they guided the boats to the two
landing stages. Everyone was cheering and clapping, but I just stood there,
on the podium, tears streaming down my cheeks unaware of the TV crew
filming my most private of moments.

The gravity of what had just happened overwhelmed me and Mamma gently
helped me down and hugged me to her "Did Douglas not tell you what the
boats were to be called?"

"No, not a word, but it is great that Mum and Dad's names will live on, on
the boats. I like that!" I conceded.

"I think Douglas wanted it to be a nice surprise for you, he loves you as
much as he loves Michi, Thomi and Steff you know? Anyway, we need to get
onto the boats, they have been fuelled and watered and I think Dad wants us
to get under way!"

When we got over to the boats Dad was there making sure that everything was
ready for the journey home, while some of the guests and the TV crew were
looking over the boats. The buffet was being raided, and the collection tin
filled rapidly, so much so that Jamies dad grabbed a bucket from his shop
and placed it on the table to take the "overflow".

"Ah Peter, sorry if my surprise upset you, I thought you would be pleased!"
Dad said, hugging me.

"Thank you Dad, it's a wonderful tribute to Mum and Dad. I know they would
approve" I returned his affection.

"OK, the choice is yours, which boat would you like to drive home?" he
asked.

"I'd like to take Joyce please, if that's OK?"

"Sure, you could also swap tomorrow so you have driven both, if you want?"
he offered.

"We'll see" I said, "Let's get today behind us first?"

"Ross are you going to be OK driving GK?"

"I think so, Mrs McPherson will be on board to help if I need her won't
she?" he responded.

"Yes, and at least you'll get fresh food and drinks whenever you need
them!" Dad laughed.

Just then Judge Alistaire Sanquhar came over to me, "Peter, I was
wondering, please may have a lift back with you?" he asked.

"Of course, your Hon......" I started.

"Oh please call me Alistaire, Peter, we are friends now, I hope!"

"Well sir, mum and dad taught me to respect my elders and betters!" I
replied.

"Elder yes, better? I would like to dispute that. Peter you are one of the
most remarkable young men it has been my honour to meet. I know that
Douglas has a deep love for you, and I would like to get to know you better
too" he told me.

"Oh?" I questioned.

He smiled at me and turned to his driver, "I'll be sailing home so I won't
need you until tomorrow evening so if you want to call in on your
Grandparents take the car and I'll ring you there with an address to
collect me from tomorrow."

"Thank you sir!" the driver answered and turned to go.

"Oh Raymond, I almost forgot, I need my bag and the shopping from the boot
before you go!" he called.

"I'll bring them over sir!" the driver acknowledged.

We boarded Joyce and I went through the boat, checking that everything was
ready for the long trip. Alistaire watched me, almost like an examiner
testing someone for an important qualification. I got to the stern and
started to check the controls and settings. It all seemed very similar to
the controls on GK. I took the keys from the ignition switch and opened the
weed hatch checking that the prop was free, even though she had not been
run yet. Then I turned the oiler on the prop shaft and closed the hatch.

"What was that you just did?" the Judge asked,

"That's the weed hatch and oiler" I explained, "I just made sure that
nothing was fouling the prop and that the main shaft was well oiled. Now
all I need to do is check the engine and gearbox oil levels and we'll be
ready!"

I quickly did these final checks and picked up the CB microphone. "Joyce
this is Roland, message Over!" I called

"Roland, send over!" crackled form the speaker.

"Joyce, I have done all the checks and we are ready for the off, over" I
sent

"Roland, Roger, I am just going to make sure Ross is ready on GK, and then
we can get under way, over"

"Joyce, I ran through the checks with him, over"

"GK here, all my checks are done, your wife went through them with me too,
over" Ross called.

"Roland Roger I'll just check with the boatyard and then we can be
off. Start engines, so that they can warm up! over!"

"Joyce Roger out!"

"GK Roger out!"

As I started the engine, Alistaire commented "Excellent voice procedure! I
was in the army during the war, nothing annoys me more than to hear
American slang and misuse of voice procedure!"

Michi joined us on Joyce and Steff went to dad on Roland while Thomi joined
his mum and Ross on the GK. Dad cast off and called over the radio, "Hello
all stations this is Roland, cast off and follow me in line astern, GK in
the middle and Joyce to the rear! over!"

"GK roger over"

"Joyce roger over"

"Roland roger out."

Alistaire cast off the lines and we slowly edged out into the main channel
behind, following in the wake of Geile Knabe, piloted by a real life Geile
Knabe! There was a chorus of honour from all the boats, and other vehicles,
in the yard, and we replied with our horns. Alistaire joined me on the
cruiser stem and I showed him the controls and how to steer. As we got
going I let Alistaire take the helm for a while, and just enjoyed the
scenery. Soon we got to the first lock and Dad radioed through to ask if
Alistaire and Swaantje could both pilot through as Ross and I worked the
paddles, but Alistaire said he did not feel confident enough to navigate
through a lock.

I suggested that dad could drive Roland through with Swaantje in GK and
then come back and drive Joyce through too, while Ross and I did the lock
work. Alistaire got out too, but apart from helping to open and close the
gates he was not much help, not the sort of thing a Judge is good at I
guess!

It started to drizzle a bit and as Alistaire didn't have any waterproofs I
took the helm for a while. I could hear giggling and other noises from the
lounge and assumed that Michi and Alistaire were playing cards or
something.

After about an hour I called through "how about some hot coffee for a
frozen helmsman?"

"OK" called Michi, and he soon came back with a coffee out of the flask
Mamma had packed for us, along with some sandwiches.

"Thanks Michi," I said, noting that his T shirt was on back to front I
asked, "Been having fun?"

Michi blushed, said nothing and disappeared back into the boat. It got me
wondering, so I called Alistaire back.

He sat just inside the cabin, out of the rain, and asked, "What's on your
mind Peter?"

"Umm do you like boys Alistaire?" I asked, while groping my nuts

Alistaire blushed, "how did you know?" he asked.

"You need to be more careful, when your boys get dressed, make sure that
they put their T shirts on the right way round!" I smiled. "Michi" I
called.

Michi came, "what's up?"

"Your T shirt is on back to front!" I told him.

"Sorry, back to front?" he asked, puzzled

"On the wrong way round" I explained.

"Ooops"

"You have to be more careful, you can get you men into trouble like that!"

I unzipped my jeans and held my rock hard cock towards the Judge.

"Are you sure we won't be seen?" the judge asked, "in my position I can't
afford to get caught!"

"Be seen doing what? "I asked as the judge moved in and started to suck me
off like the world was about to end.

"Please slow down, there is no need for a quickie, and even less fun! Michi
please show Ali how we like it!" I said.

Michi unzipped the judges' trousers and started to give him a long slow
blow job, massaging his ample balls and slowing and changing to kissing his
dick when he started to show signs of tensing up. The Judge reciprocated
with me and slowed to a more decent pace.

The radio crackled and I jumped "Hello Joyce this is Roland, is everything
OK back there? Over"

"Joyce, roger everything is OK here. Why? over"

"Roland, you seem to have problems steering, over"

I looked astern; my wake was like a snake! "Joyce, lapse in concentration,
Over"

"Roland OK Out!"

"ooops" I said, "maybe it would be better to stop this for now, and carry
on tonight?"

Reluctantly Alistaire stopped sucking me, though I could clearly hear Michi
working his mouth to its best effect.

"Alistaire, am I right in assuming that you can't do it several times in
one night?" I asked.

"Correct" he panted.

"Then perhaps Michi should stop, so you have some stamina for tonight?" I
suggested.

He agreed and gently stopped a disappointed Michi. He did however offer to
suck Michi again, which the blond bombshell readily agreed to.

Very soon I heard the stifled groans of a 10 year old reaching his
shuddering orgasm in the mouth of the judge.

Shortly afterwards dad radioed through to say that we would go through the
next flight of 3 locks and then stop for the night. Dad and Mamma took the
first two boats through, but when we went to refill the lock for Joyce one
of the paddles jammed and we were stuck between locks 1 and 2. Dad used his
portable phone to call the newly formed 'British Waterways' to ask for a
workman to come and fix the stuck lock gate. He was told that they were
aware of the problem and in fact the locks had been closed to traffic that
morning! As there were no warning signs it was assumed that local yobs had
thrown the signs in the water. Dad asked us if we were OK sleeping alone in
the pound, the water between 2 locks, and advised me to moor on the side
away from the towpath just before we went to bed. Dad then took Ross and
went into the village in search of some food, and soon returned with
steaming hot fish and chips.

Meanwhile Swaantje had made us hot cocoa in a flask. After dad gave us our
fish and chips, and agreed to Michi sleeping on Joyce with us, though it
did get an odd look from dad, we moved across to the other bank and moored
where the local yobs could not get to us so easily. Then we 'realised' that
there was only 1 set of bedding, so we would all have to share.... such a
shame!

We made ourselves cosy and soon we were playing the age old game of rub the
rabbit. Before Alistaire reached his climax I asked him if he would like to
fuck me. He was shocked, and admitted that although this had been a fantasy
of his for years he had never before today even got close to a boy, let
alone done anything! I had some lube (NOT GOOSEFAT) in my bag and lubed my
hole, while Michi lubed his cock, but when it came to penetration Alistaire
went a little limp. Back then there was no Viagra to help ageing gents to
their gaol, so we used the trusted five finger shuffle to revive him, but
it was not to be, so Michi fucked me instead, almost causing Alistaire to
pass out! Once we were spent we curled up together on the single bed in the
main cabin, and slept deeply.

Shortly after 6am we were awoken by the crackle of the radio as dad did his
best to imitate a reveille call on a bugle!

We all walked down the tow path to GK where Mamma had prepared breakfast,
bacon sandwiches and hot coffee, mmmm breakfast never tasted so good! We
were just debating what to do about the broken paddle when we heard the
chugging of a workboat; the workmen had come to replace the closed signs on
the locks. As soon as they realised our problem, and recognised our new
boat as one of the charity boats they quickly rigged up a temporary board
to block the sluice on the side where the paddle was broken, and after
Mamma had provided the workmen with tea and bacon "sarnies" we were soon on
our way again, with promises that the workmen would come and visit us any
time they were passing our way.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, and Alistaire did more and more of the
driving, all too soon we were in sight of home. Dad pulled over on the tow
path about half a mile from home and called me to take the helm on
Roland. I noticed that he was on the portable phone, but thought nothing of
it. I took Roland on towards home with Joyce behind and GK bringing up the
rear. As we rounded the last bend I was surprised to see people in our
garden and on the tow path opposite. It was the TV crew who filmed our
arrival back home. They asked us to back up a little and come back again,
so that they could get a better picture. I looked across at dad, with an
exasperated expression but he shouted that the publicity was important.

We arrived back for the second time, and had to tie the boats up 3 more
times before the director was satisfied.

Once ashore we were introduced to a reported who wanted to ask some
questions, and then to the presenters of a children's TV show called Red
Paul, who wanted to do a feature about us for the show. We all had some
food, which the TV Company had provided and then came the interview. Dad
said that because Ross was a ward of court there might be problems filming
him, and Ross was very relieved as he still remembered his parents words
that TV was the work of the devil, and felt uncomfortable about being
interviewed. The reporter asked me lots of questions, and the decided which
ones would make the best "news" before they finally filmed him asking me!
Before the "Red Paul" team could start the reporter took me to one side and
told me that if I was interested he could arrange for me to be on a very
popular show called "Tim Can Make It Happen" where an eccentric music show
presenter, Tim Rowe, granted wishes to people who wrote in to the show. I
was flattered but told him that I had no wishes, and I would hate to take a
place on the show away from some kid who maybe needed it more than I
did. He went on to tell me how Tim could arrange for me to go on a
Helicopter flight, or drive a steam train or anything I wanted, and told me
that he thought, having heard how bad things had been for me in the past, I
was an ideal candidate. I told him that I would think about it, and he left
me a card with a contact phone number on it.

Then the producer of "Red Paul" came across and chatted with us about the
show, the boats, the charity and me. I suggested that maybe we could teach
one of the shows presenters to drive a narrow boat, the way the children
would be taught once things were up and running. Dad thought this a great
idea, and it was agreed that this would be scripted and filmed in the next
week or so, with a group of child actors pretending to be the children in
care, as there might be legal problems with showing the "underprivileged
kids" on TV.

That night we all collapsed into bed and were sleeping before our heads hit
the pillows! We awoke the next morning to heavy rain and a nasty blustery
wind, so we all enjoyed a lie in for a while. Over breakfast we all talked
about plans for the last 2 weeks of the Summer Holidays. It was then that
we realised that the triplets would be going home very soon.

Ross was very quiet through all of this, so I asked him, "What's up big
brother?"

"It's Sunday and I have not been to church, I have never missed a service
before.!" He told us.

Dad apologised; "Sorry Ross, I didn't think, would you like to go to the
service this evening then?"

"Oh no, our church does not have an evening service" Ross replied

Dad looked worried, "I don't think it would be a good idea to go to that
church, until things are settled with your parents, and the beatings that
your Aunt used to organise there." He explained, "You can go to another
town to the same church, but not the one where your Mum and Dad might
be. Alternatively we could all go to the Church here in the village, it
might not be a bad idea to get some spiritual time in for all of us"

"I'm not sure" Ross said, "our church says that all the others are evil,
and the next nearest church for us would be in London!"

"Ross, perhaps I could ask the Vicar over to have a chat with you? He might
be able to explain things for you."

At that moment we heard the sound of several cars arriving outside and Ross
and I went to the window to look. Ross went as white as a sheet and gasped
"Oh NO"

There was a banging at the door and Dad went to see who it was.

We heard raised voices "You are holding him against his will" someone
shouted,

"We'll take him by force if we need to" another one screamed.

"Over my dead body!" Dad said, slamming the door in their faces.

Dad came back into the kitchen, "Boys get away from the windows, I'm going
to call the Police."

It was the we realised that Dad had left his portable phone in the cabin of
Roland.

"I could slip out the back and run to Tonys house" I offered.

"Yes good idea" Dad said, "but be careful! I'll keep them out. All the rest
of you upstairs and lock yourselves in my bedroom, it's the only one with a
key to the door!"

There were shouts and threats coming from the mob outside but I managed to
slip out the window at the back of the house and rushed to Tonys farm.

"Mr Shepard" I shouted, banging on the door, "I need to call the police"

Tony opened and I rushed past him and grabbed the phone, dialing 999.

When the emergency operator answered I asked for the Police.

I heard her saying "79212 calling for Police"

"Police, what is the nature of your emergency?"

"Please come quickly, there is a mob outside our house threatening my
brother" I panted.

"I see sonny" the voice at the other end said sarcastically "you do know
that you can go to prison for making prank calls to the Police?" With that
he hung up.

I burst into tears and Tony took the phone and called again.

When the operator connected the call it must have been the same policeman
as I heard "Right sonny, you're in big trouble now..."

Tony interrupted "This is Tony Shepard of Briarleas Farm. The boy calling
you was Peter Carling, our next door neighbour. Several cars just pulled up
at the house of Rear -Admiral Sir Douglas McPherson, my next door
neighbour, and there is shouting. Peter is the nephew of Sir Douglas, and
there is a boy who was placed in care in the house following allegations of
abuse by his parents. I assume the people there are from the church where a
lot of the abuse was taking place. Are you going to send someone, or do I
need to go round there to protect my neighbours with a pitch fork and a
shot gun?"

"I'm sorry Mr Shepard, we get a lot of prank calls in the school
holidays. There are 2 units on their way right away! Please do not go there
with any weapons as you might end up in trouble yourself!"

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid" Tony re assured him "I just wanted to
make it clear to you how much of an emergency this is!"

Tony hung up the phone and said "Come with me Peter"

He took a lead from a hook in the kitchen and we went into the farmyard
where he whistled. "Duke, here boy!"

The biggest German Shepard dog I have ever seen came bounding round the
corner, ears pricked up, tongue hanging out and tail wagging.

"Stand still Peter and let him sniff, he won't hurt you but he needs to
meet you first!" Tony reassured me.

Duke sniffed and then sat in front of me and lifted a paw.

"He wants to shake your hand, he likes you!" Tony laughed as he clipped on
the dogs lead.

"Here, hold him while I block your gate with the tractor. When the police
get here can you drive the tractor to one side to let them in? It's just
like driving the lawnmower your dad has just bought!"

Tony drove forward and blocked the gate while I held Duke. He then took the
lead from me and said "Duke, GUARD". Straight away the dog went from being
a big cuddly playful teddy bear into a snarling war machine. I hopped into
the tractor and checked out the controls, driving it a few feet to make
sure I could when the cops arrived. The shouting at the front of the house
continued and we heard a window shatter as someone threw a brick. Just then
I heard the roar of engines and a bell and a horn announcing the arrival of
the Police.

I started up the tractor and pulled it forward allowing the Police to race
up to the front of the house. Tony went forward with Duke, and it was all
over in seconds. I heard the police calling for back up as the officers
there started to round up the mob and read them their rights.

 One of them started to shout at the police, "Do you know who I am? I am
Reverend Harper, and we are here to rescue one of our children who has been
abducted by the perverts in this house. I have a social worker here from
Social Services who is going to take charge of the boy and bring him to a
place of safety!" He pointed at a woman wearing a head scarf.

I looked and recognised Ms Clutterbuck as she showed the policeman her
Social Services ID card. I went to the police sergeant who was dealing with
the person who had thrown the brick through the window.

"Excuse me Sergeant, that lady is NOT with social services, she was sacked
a month ago after she wrongly accused my dad of abusing me. I believe she
is under investigation for physical abuse of children in her church!"

"Who are you then, and who is your Dad?" the officer asked

"I'm Peter Carling, my Dad is Rear -Admiral Sir Douglas McPherson."

"Oh Mr Carling, nice to meet you, I have heard so much about you! Excuse me
a moment!" he said turning to the radio in his car, Z Victor one to PD
over"

"PD go ahead Z-Victor 1"

"I need some back up from Social Services, and I need to check the details
of Ms Clutterbuck, I understand she may be wanted in connection with
attacks on children?"

"Roger Z-Victor 1, she was sacked from Social services and there is a
warrant for her arrest in the Ross Baker abuse case. Also, if the Reverend
Harper is there too he is also to be detained."

A police van arrived and the arrested people were bundled in, and Dad came
out of the house looking very shaken. I rushed over to him and hugged him
before I dashed upstairs to bang on his bedroom door. Mamma opened it and I
rushed in to Ross who was shaking with fear.

He held me tight and sobbed, "I think it would be better if I went to stay
somewhere else so that your family are not put into danger any more!"

"No Ross, don't be so stupid", Dad told him having walked in and heard him,
"The police have arrested everyone and they won't be back again! It does
mean that your church will be closed for a while, so if you want to go to
the village church it might be better"

"I don't know" Ross said, "what will they say, I don't know anyone there."

"I don't know them either, but I'll come with you if you like?" I offered.

Dad then said, "wait a moment I'll be right back"

He went out to Tony and was back moments later, "Tony is going to ask the
Vicar if he can quickly pop round to talk to you"

The police started to drive the arrested people away as the sergeant asked
dad if it would be OK for the cars to stay in the garden until a tow truck
could come to collect them. Once that was sorted he came over to me,
"Peter, thanks for helping you have quite a reputation around here. The
telephone operator who took your first call asked me to apologise for his
not believing you, he said if you ever have to call the police again tell
them who you are first, then they know it's not a prank call. He also asked
me to invite you, and your brothers, to come a visit the police station and
see how we work, and have a go at driving a police car on the skid pan!"

"Wow, thank you" I said," That would be great."

"I'll talk to your Dad and get it arranged then."

Moments later a young man arrived at the house on a bike and introduced
himself; " Hello, I am Reverand David Williams, I understand someone wanted
to see me?"

Dad introduced himself and then told the Vicar about Ross and his problems,
as well as mentioning that Ross wanted to attend church, but was afraid
that he would not be welcome.

"Hello Ross" The Vicar said, "Do you remember Michael Thomasson He used to
go to your church."

"Yes his family moved away, but he used to be my friend."

"His family didn't move, they realised that things were not right at the
church and they now go to ours. If you would like to come this evening I'll
ask Michael if he would come so you are not alone." He offered.

"Yes please, and is it OK if Peter comes too?" Ross asked.

"If he wants to he will be very welcome, as will anyone else who wants to
come, the service starts at 7pm, I look forward to seeing you there."

Mamma asked the Vicar if he had time for a cup of tea of coffee, and he
accepted, "I hear a Dutch accent, do you have any real Dutch coffee, I know
it's a bit of a cheek, but I have had a weakness for your coffee, ever
since I went to Radboud Universiteit Nijmegen to study Theology.!"

"Of course" Mamma said, making her self busy in the kitchen.

"Peter, are you the Peter Carling I've been hearing so much about?" The
Vicar asked me

"Guilty as charged, Sir!" I replied with a laugh.

"Well you know a lot of the young people who come to our Church Youth
group" he told me, "most of them are in the St Johns Cadets and they were
telling me all about you" he told me with a smile.

"Nothing too bad I hope?" I asked, laughing.

"Oh all bad" he joked giving me a wink.

"Sir Douglas, would you like me to ask someone to come and mend that broken
window?" the vicar asked.

"I'm sure it can wait until Monday" Dad replied, "even with a broken pain
the window is still secure!"

"OK well here is the phone number of a chap we use for all our glazing
needs at the church, he's very good, and quite reasonable too!"

The vicar chatted while he finished his coffee and then left, saying he had
some parish duties to attend to. Just as the door closed behind him there
was a knock, we assumed he had forgotten something but when I opened the
door it was Damion with a very large bag, dripping blood!

"Hi Damion, what have you got there? Did someone annoy you and you want to
bury his body under our swimming pool?" I joked

"Nooo... I'm trying not to get into any more fights!" he protested, "Dad
had to have a heifer slaughtered as it had broken a leg and he wondered if
you would like some really nice beef?"

"Oh that's very kind of your Dad" my dad said, taking the bag into the
kitchen, "how much do we owe you?"

"No, no no " Damion protested, "after all the help and kindness you have
all shown us, it is the least we can do. Dad thought you might offer to pay
for it and he told me to tell you `if you won't take the beef then I'll
have to come and sink your BARGE!'" and with a huge cheeky grin he made a
dash for the door before anyone could react to the B word!

"Damion", I called, "do you want to come to the church this evening with
us?"

He stopped dead in his tracks, a sad distant look in his eye. "I've not
been since Mum... well you know" he whispered.

"I've not been for years either, but the Vicar came round to invite us, and
he is HOT!" I replied.

"Are you even allowed to have thoughts like that for Vicars?" Damion asked,
his cheeky grin returning as quickly as it had disappeared.

"Well he is a hot looking man, sadly he did mention that he is
married. Shame really, all the Catholic Priests I ever met when I was with
Uncle Erich were into Boys in a big way."

Dad shot me a look as if I had said something wrong so I shut up.

"OK," Damion said, "I'll ask my Dad what he says" as he started running
home as fast as his injuries would let him.

Mamma said that she would cook the beef for a late dinner, after church,
and we could all go. Dad took me to one side and told me that Mamma and the
triplets were Catholic, and I should perhaps not talk about that in front
of them again.

Sunday evening arrived and we all dressed nicely to go to the church. I was
amazed at how many of my friends from Cadets were there, the Vicar came
over to greet us and asked if we were Ok if he formally welcomed us to the
Church during the service.

"I don't see why not" Dad replied.

The service started and I have to say it was far more relaxed than any
church I had ever been to before. One of the lessons was read by a girl I
knew from Cadets and then when it came to the sermon it was short and to
the point; "Love thy Neighbour!" . After which the Vicar linked in to
introduce the `new neighbours'. Telling the congregation a little about us,
and also about the charity that had taken home in our garden. He then asked
us all to stand while the rest of the congregation applauded, all a bit
embarrassing!

When the service was over he announced that the evening collection was to
be donated to the Peter Carling Trust and asked dad if we could all join
him at the door to meet everyone as they left. It was great, everybody
shook our hand and had lots of nice things to say. The last family were the
Thomassons, who used to go to Ross's Church. Michael looked at Ross for a
moment before giving him a huge hug, which Ross returned. Both were in
tears, remembering how that might have ended in the old church.

Dad said "If Michael and indeed any or all of you, would like to come down
we have lots of work to do on the boats, and we will have to make several
test drives before the first proper guests can be taken out!"

"Please Dad?" Michael begged, " it would be so nice to see more of Ross
again!"

"I don't see why not" his Dad replied," if you need any help with the
maintenance of the boatshed or the classroom you have built my services are
free. I think it is the least I can do for you, the way you have taken Ross
in."

"And if you need any catering help then give me a call" Mrs Thomasson
added, "I'm a qualified Chef and as we have adequate private means we'd
both be happy to help in anyway."

Phone numbers were exchanged and we set off home.

As we got to the house the smell of Mammas slow roasted beef seemed to fill
the air, and the whole family sat down for what was to be our last meal all
together for a while as Mamma was going to be flying back to Holland on
Monday with the triplets. The mood was a little sombre because of this but
the food soon cheered everyone up and we went to bed full, happy and tired.

Next morning, bags packed and ready to go the triplets were unusually
quiet, and in the end Dad said we should all go to the airport to see them
off, those extra hours were like a stay of execution for a condemned man,
and faces were a little brighter.

I took dad to one side, "We'll miss the TV showing of the launch Dad" I
told him.

"No we won't, I have a surprise for you!" he told me "one of the people at
the church has an electrical shop in town and he has donated one of those
brand new Video Camera set's for the Trust, so we can film the holidays,
and make our own training films to help the kids learn watermanship!"

"How will that help us?" I asked confused.

"I have also bought a Video recorder for the house, it will record from the
TV even if we are not home! Not a word to anyone, I want it to be a
surprise!"

"OK" I agreed.

Then I had a thought, "Dad, could you get a video recorder for the triplets
too? Then we could send filmed messages to them while we are all
separated!"

"That's scary Peter" Dad shuddered, "I think you can read my mind! I asked
about that but in Holland the TV's work on a slightly different system, so
a recorder from here would not work there but Mamma works for Phillips, a
big Dutch electronics firm, and I have already given her the money to buy a
recorder and a camera, for just that reason!"

Just then there was a knock at the door and I opened it to a man I had met
the night before at the church. He had a couple of boxes under his arm, and
I let him into the lounge where he started to unpack and set up the
recorder. I asked if he could set it up to record the Stony Mill program,
which he said he would, and we then left him to lock up on his own as we
all crammed into the Land Rover for the trip to the Airport.

The 5 of us in the back were quiet, not even a kiss or a grope took place
and all too soon we arrived at the Airport. Ross and I helped the boys with
their bags and we parted, tearfully, at the check in desk with promises to
visit them in Holland as soon as the narrow boating season was over.

Mamma came over and hugged and kissed me and Ross, before they went down
the stairs and out to the waiting KLM plane, we waved and saw them go up
the steps. Then we noticed three small faces looking through one porthole
as the place was pushed backwards onto the taxiway. We dashed upstairs to
the rooftop gallery to wave our final goodbyes as the plane turned and set
off for the 90 minute flight to Holland.

Once back in the car Ross burst into tears saying "will that be the last
time I see the triplets?"

"No silly," Dad replied "We're all going over there for Christmas, it's all
arranged. All we need to do is get you a Passport in time!"

"What you'll let me stay that long?" Ross asked incredulously

"Ross, as far as I am concerned you can stay with us until you get married,
if you want!"

"THANKS DAD!" he shouted, almost causing us to crash as he hugged dads neck
from behind!

"Easy Tiger" was all dad said.

Ross and I hugged and we must have fallen asleep as the next thing I
remember was Dad shaking us and saying, come on, let's see if the news has
recorded"

Luckily the new Betamax had done its job and we were soon watching the
broadcast of the launching and the interview. I blushed and shouted "Oi
that's not fair!" as the camera showed me after I had named the boats,
tears streaming down my face. Both dad and Ross hugged me tightly and we
watched it all 3 more times.

We were woken from our TV trance by a knock.

"What now?" asked Dad getting up.

It was a man from the GPO who wanted to install 2 phone lines, one to the
house and one to the boatshed/ classroom. We watched them working for a
while before I suddenly had a thought.

"Dad" I called "Dad, have we got life jackets for the guests to wear?"

"Good thinking son, we had better make a list of everything we will need."

Ross and I sat down and made a long list of everything we thought might be
important for the boats, Life jackets to unbreakable cups and plates. When
we were finished we gave the list to dad, who read through it and said "
Well it seems we have 2 very `switched on' lads here, I think all of that
is important, indeed there are a couple of things on your list that I had
not thought about! I'll see what I can do about ordering that all, we may
need to go up to town to collect it.

The telephone men came to tell us that the phones were connected and dad
thanked them. We all went into look at the new phone, and dad picked it up
and dialled a very long number.

"Hello Swaantje, Douglas here, did you get home OK?" Dad asked

Mamma replied that they had got home well and the triplets were in bed,
tired out from the journey, and the stress! Ross and I both quickly spoke
to her and Ross admitted that it was the first time he had used a phone,
his Parents having classified phones along with most other useful things as
the `Work of the Devil'!

I told Mamma about the video recorder and she said that she was going to
get one later in the week, as well as a camera so we could all send `video
letters' and she asked me to send a copy of the launching TV report for her
and the boys to see.

After Mamma Dad rang the TV to see about the filming for Red Paul, the
childrens series. The person he spoke to not only arranged a time but also
offered to get hold of a copy of all the film they took at the launching
and when they filmed us coming home and transfer it to Betamax so we could
see it all.

Dad mentioned that we were thinking of making some training films for the
kids when they started using the boats and the TV producer said that he
thought he may be able to help, perhaps making a training film using the
Red Paul presenters and a professional film crew.

That night the house seemed empty and quiet but we all went to sleep early,
it had been a very eventful summer all in all!

Next morning Ross and I woke early and did chores around the house, without
being asked, which impressed dad. About 10am the TV crew arrived to do some
preparatory filming and to agree the script and locations etc. I had not
realised just how complex making a film for TV was. The Child actors came
down in a coach, what a lot of spoilt, stuck up, ill mannered brats they
were too!

One girl refused to even step onto the narrow boat saying "My Daddy has a
200 foot yacht, there is no way I'd be seen dead on a tiny tub like this!"

My fists balled in anger but Dad calmed me down. By the end of the morning
the producer came to dad and said "It's an old cliché but there is a
reason why you should never work with kids and animals in this job! Did you
know that once, in 1969, a baby Hippo we had on the show trod on a
presenters foot, putting him out of action for weeks, and then promptly
pooped on the studio floor, all this during a live show?"

I laughed, "It's still the best childrens show ever though"

"Well thank you young man, anyway we will have to re think the plan, those
kids are no use at all, we'd be much better off with some real kids, who
don't have airs and graces, and who's daddies don't own a fleet of aircraft
carriers!"

"What about if we could ask the St Johns Cadets, they do first aid duty at
the Birmingham Annual Narrow Boat Rally?"

"If they could come it would be good publicity for them, and they would
surely learn something too"

Dad called the chairman for the Trust, who agreed straight away, and
offered to come and help anytime. The he called Richard from St Johns, who
agreed if the Cadets parents were OK with it.

It was agreed that we would ask that evening at Cadets, and as long as we
could get 10 Cadets together we would try filming the next day. That
evening I arrived early at Cadets, Ross turned down the invitation to come,
he said that First Aid was not really his thing. As parents dropped the
Cadets off they were asked and given a permission slip to bring back signed
when they collected their children.

The meeting went well, everyone had passed their exam, and though I was new
I still managed to get the second best marks, coming with 96% just one mark
behind one of the girls. Certificates and badges were handed out, along
with a list of forthcoming events which we could put our names down to go
to. We then played some basketball, and all too soon it was time for the
final parade. The parents of 18 of the Cadets brought signed permission
slips in, and so the filming was set for the next day. We broke up having
arranged to meet at our house at 8am.

That night I hardly slept at all, and though Ross was with me I just felt
too excited to get any rest. The events of the last years went rushing
through my head, the lows, and the highs. All too soon the alarm clock
announced the end of the night and I got up, showered and got ready for the
coming day.

At 7.30 the TV crews started to arrive, and Tony called round to offer the
field next to out garden as a parking lot, since it was freshly
harvested. He also brought round a huge kettle that his wife used to use at
Christmas, so I set it on to boil, so everyone could have teas!

A couple of parents arrived armed with loaves of bread and butter and
cheese, and Paul turned up driving one of the St Johns ambulances towing a
huge trailer. He parked up near the house and several of the older, more
experienced cadets set to opening the trailer and turning it into its
"Emergency Kitchen Mode" We ran a hose pipe out from the kitchen and
connected a power lead, as the TV people said that the generator would be
too noisy while they were filming.

The Producer and crew got all of the cadets together and talked through
what was going to happen, and introduced the 2 presenters who were going to
learn narrow boating with them. The crew set about putting up lights and so
on in the classroom, and I went to find Dad. I had never seen him looking
so angry.

"Dad, what's up?" I asked as he slammed down the phone with a shout of
`thanks for nothing'

"The firm that was meant to supply the lifejackets have now told me that
they can't supply them before next week. Our insurance insists on them, so
we may have to cancel everything!"

"No Dad, we can't do that. You were in the Navy, right?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well surely you could call someone from the navy and borrow enough life
jackets. I know that there are Sea Cadets, so they must have kids sizes?"

"Peter Carling, you scare me, your brain must have come from a genius
somewhere! I'll make some calls" he told me. "Can you get on and start to
organize the first basic watermanship lesson, it's all written down in the
book on the teachers desk!"

"OK Dad, I'll get things started" I said, a bit worried about the thought
of teaching my new friends.

"Oh thank you so much Rodney" I heard Dad say into the phone, "Where can we
collect them from?"

There was a pause and the answer made dads face fall again, "Portsmouth,
there's no way we could make it there and back today!"

"Dad" I interrupted, "Perhaps Steven could pick them up?"

"Genius" dad said, "I'll call him right away." And then into the phone he
said "I'll get my nephew to fly his helicopter down to pick them up!"

There was a pause, and Dad's face lit up again, "That's even better thanks,
I'll ask the producers if they could use that! Thanks again, you must come
up and visit us sometime, just ring through to make sure we on base, this
canal holidays thing is going to take up a lot of our time!"

"Thanks again, Out!" Dad said and hung up.

"Shall I call Steven then?" I asked,

"No need, they Navy is flying them up with an `Air Sea Rescue' chopper. I'm
going to ask the TV people if they can use that too."

Dad had 3 Navy type life jackets on GK and we took them to the classroom
and soon the filming of the lesson started. Dad used me as the "dummy" to
show how to fit the lifejacket, and they had to do a couple of retakes when
someone made a comment about Dad fumbling with the straps between my
legs. With everybody looking there I got hard, of course and there were a
few more comments. But that part of the filming was eventually done. While
the TV people set up for the next "take" Dad ran through the whole lesson
with everyone so that they did in fact know what was needed to go out on
the water.

Soon we heard the thundering of a large helicopter as the Navy SAR (search
and rescue) aircraft came in to the tennis courts bringing the life jackets
we needed. After a quick conference it was decided that one of the TV
presenters and I should go to a quarry to film a "Man Overboard" film which
would include a helicopter rescue!

The first part was where we were to fall overboard. We took Roland up to
the winding hole where Ross had turned and staged the accident where we
"fell overboard" and the boat carried on without noticing. We then got out
of the water and went below to change. The presenter went into the small
shower and asked me to go in with him, because he said I looked like I was
freezing. As soon as the door was closed he started to strip, and made
quite sure that I got a good eye full of his very large, very hard cock. I
got out of my clothes as quick as I could and as he went into the tiny
shower I dropped to my knees and gave him a "Peter Pervert" special! As
soon as he had cum into my mouth he pushed me away and washed himself,
dressing quickly and making sure I didn't see any more of him. I was upset
that he could use me and then not even offer to get me off. Dad saw that I
was not happy, but there was no time to talk as we were all whisked off to
a gravel pit close by to film an `Air Sea Rescue'. The presenter and I were
taken out into the lake, far enough for it to look realistic for the
helicopter rescue and then they filmed 3 takes of the helicopter winching
us up, soaking wet, and `saving us'. It all went well, and we flew the half
mile back to the house, where the presenter changed again, but in his
mobile changing room while I turned down his offer to join him, and went,
instead, into the house and changed.

The rest of the day was taken up with filming all sorts of things,
including the presenters being taught by Dad how to drive the boat. What no
one could see on film was the fact that all the time the presenter was
`driving' the boat I was in fact steering, as he simply did not have a clue
as to what he was doing. I was annoyed as the Cadets really didn't get much
of a chance to drive the boats, though I did manage to get Dad to agree to
them coming again to get a proper days boating.

The film crew finished with the presenters so that they could leave to get
back to London while the crew filmed some stuff for our training films,
including some basic First Aid with the help of the cadets. It was almost
11PM before we were done, and after some quick phone calls to parents it
was agreed that the Cadets should sleep on the boats, and we would go for a
days cruising the next day.

Ross and I shared the `captains cabin' on Roland while Dad took the one on
Joyce. Despite being all tired out from the days filming there was quite a
bit of playing around, from both sides of the fence. One girl was trying
hard to `turn' me, but though she was pretty I told her that she'd need to
grow a dick for me to be interested. Ross kept his hands to himself, but
was obviously jealous of anyone trying to get off with me. After about half
an hour of snogging and fumbling I told everyone that as we had a full day
of cruising ahead it might be better to get some sleep, and I think
everyone was glad of an excuse to turn in!

As per Dads instructions I left the CB radio on all night, and at 05.30 we
were treated to reveille. Dad told everyone to go into the house for
bathroom calls, showers and then breakfast, then he held 5 minutes of light
PT on the grass before we got our boats ready to sail. The cruise was
uneventful and after he had watched me "train up" 3 of our guests in
driving the boat I let Ross train the rest, which he did with great
patience, a born teacher!

We had to negotiate 3 locks in each direction and I made sure that everyone
got a go at driving into or out of a lock, as well as working the gates and
the paddles. We got back to the farm at about 6pm, 30 minutes before the
agreed pick up time, though most of the parents were already waiting. It
was a proud moment for the 2 helmsmen who had to navigate us into the
boathouse, a feat achieved without a bump or a scrape. Paul and Andy the
Ambulance men were also there and they called all the cadets to fall in.

"Please give 3 cheers for Peter and Sir Douglas for allowing you this
unexpected adventure training. Hipp Hipp"

"Horay!"

"Hipp hipp"

"Horay!"

"Hipp Hipp"

"Horay!"

Dad then came forward and spoke "I'd like to thank you all for all of your
help, both with the `Red Paul' filming and with our trial run today. I know
that our regular guests may not be so well behaved and well-motivated as
you all were, but it still showed us where we need to work on our training
program. Thank you too to all of you, Cadets and Adults alike for the way
you have welcomed Peter into your group. I would be honoured to call you
all our friends, and please, if there is ever anything we can do for any of
you, individually, as families or as a group please do let us know."

"I'm sure," he went on, " that there will be times, either in school
holidays or at weekends when we have a vacancy on one of the boats, though
unlike today we will have to have one boat of boys and one of girls. If
this is the case I'll find a way to get word to you so that empty spaces
can be filled to make up the numbers. Lastly, I hope to be able to arrange
for some of you to be able to accompany us up to Birmingham for the Narrow
boat Rally there, I know that you help provide the First Aid cover, it
might make it easier for you to understand the needs of Boat People if you
travel and live with them during the rally!"

"Lastly the TV people have told me that our little adventure will be shown
on the Red Paul show on Monday of next week. I will be recording it and the
producer has promised me a copy of all of the footage filmed so you can see
everything that went on! Thank you once more, and have a pleasant evening
all of you!"

We applauded Dads speech and then Paul whispered something to Dad before
giving the order; "Officer on Parade Dismiss!"

We all turned to the right, saluted and marched 3 paces, Dad returning the
salute as the most senior Officer there! Ross came over to me and
whispered, "I wish I had all these friends, Peter."

A couple of Cadets heard him and turned to him, Ross, we would all like
nothing more than to be your friend, plus you are not too old to join us
you know!"

Paul heard this and came over, "Ross you would be welcome to come to cadets
and provided you can pass your first aid exams you could train as an
Ambulance Driver once you have passed your car test! I know that both Peter
and Sir Douglas can help you get your First Aid up to speed, and you would
be able to enter for the exams as soon as you are ready. Don't make any
decisions now, but feel free to come along to our training evenings with
Peter and see if you like the idea of what we do."

Ross didn't answer, and it was obvious that he was fighting back tears, I
don't think he had ever been treated so kindly before he came to us, or
maybe he was thinking about his parents, I don't know. Several of the
others noticed and he was immediately surrounded by kids of all ages who
wanted nothing more than to let him know that he was not alone.

The tears came like a waterfall then, but one of the girls held him close
and said "I know exactly what you are going through, you might not remember
me, I'm Janice Longbotham, we used to go to the same Church. I was lucky,
my parents realised that what was going on was wrong before any harm was
done."

Janices dad came over and said to Ross, "any time you want to talk about
anything, you know now where we are."

Janice led Ross over to the house, hugged him and let him go in while the
rest of us said our goodbyes and the Cadets and their families departed.

"Come on Peter" Dad said, "It's been a long Summer, maybe we need to rest
up a bit before School starts next week?"

He put his arm round me, walked me into the house where we both found Ross
and included him in our hug before making our weary way up to bed.

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