Date: Tue, 18 Feb 2003 00:09:43 +0000 From: Jo Vincent Subject: Aladdin's Awakening: Part 31 Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws of your country or district please desist. If you are a bigot or prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to yourself. Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome. This is a very long tale. It unfolds over a good number of years. What is true, is true: what is not is otherwise. ALADDIN'S AWAKENING By Joel CHAPTER 18 (Continued) We sat and had much more chat! I did most of it telling Mike more about what Tony had told me about camp and what had happened on our visit to Ulvescott. During this recital Mike busily scratched away at his pad and finally after at least an hour when I came up for breath he said he'd more or less finished. He stood up and put his sketchpad on the table. "Here you are, Jacko, you can look now," he said with a note of pride in his voice. Gosh, they were good! The first was another head and shoulders. It was different from the first one he'd done of me 'cause now I looked just a bit older. The second one was my head and torso and he'd caught me looking straight at him with a quizzical air, but then, the third was a real revelation. It was a full-length drawing of me in the nude, slightly side on. I must say I looked good. I was staring towards the fire which he'd sketched in and I didn't look a bit boyish. I had secretly marvelled at Mike's muscly body but his drawing showed I had the beginnings of a few muscles as well. Of course, one bit did stand out, or at least dangled proudly. If he'd drawn me truthfully then my dick and bollocks were now also beginning to get well-formed. I suppose just seeing them in a mirror or from above gives a rather false impression but I felt quite proud of my growing equipment under my little mat of hair. "Oh, Mike!" I exclaimed after turning the pages, "They're marvellous!" I stared at the third one very intently. "Do I really look like that?" "Um, yes, you do. I draw what I see usually so it must be right." "I didn't realise I had any muscles," I said, "You can see yours quite clearly when you undress!" He grinned, "That's exercise for you. I expect your running has begun to tone you up. And I think you're getting a bit taller now and though you scoff enough food to feed an elephant you're not fat." "No, not like Peter Fry in our class, he's like a barrel!" I retorted. I stared at the drawing again focussing on the interesting bits. "Do I really look like that?" I asked pointing at the section below my navel. He grinned and slapped me on the back, "Exactly!" he chuckled, "I know what you mean, you never see yourself properly, do you?" He squeezed my neck, "You're going to be quite a big boy when you've finished growing, just like your cousins that you've told me about!" "I do hope so, it's not fair being younger when there's you and Matt and Alun and the others. You've all got lots..." He squeezed my neck again. "But you've got more than me, don't forget." He pointed at my balls in the drawing. "They're definitely bigger than mine, even now." "Oh yes, and I've got more there too!" I said, grinning up at him and pointing at the end of my dick in the drawing. "Cheeky hound!" he expostulated, "You've still time to lose that, like your pal George Clegg 'cause I might get you with a pair of scissors!" He made cutting movements at me and laughed as I evaded him and went on. "I suppose you're lucky in one way though that you're not a Moslem boy in Turkey!" "Why's that?" I asked, puzzled. He guffawed. "Oh, one of the Brothers told us in Religion that the poor little buggers have their foreskins chopped off publicly sometime when they're between seven and ten." I winced involuntarily and crossed my legs. "Is that true? In public?" Mike nodded vigorously, "Yes, the Brother said it was true and if we didn't behave ourselves he'd write to the Pope and suggest it for Catholic boys! It didn't help when someone in the class asked the Brother if I was a Moslem and that meant I was inspected very closely next time after games. I was only a little kid at the time, in the first year, and some of the older lads were there too. They held me down on a bench and they all had a look and laughed then someone remembered there was a boy in the second year the same so they left me and when he came into the changing room after school they got him and he was exhibited as well. That episode scared me a good bit, 'cause I was quite a bit younger than most of the boys in my class and I was also quite small. There were some rough lads in our class and I got picked on a lot and in the end I said I didn't like the school. Dad realised something was wrong and though he didn't say anything suggested I went to Prosser's Gym. You know, the one the Mayor started up." I nodded, "Johnny Prosser's in my class and he's the Mayor's nephew and he goes there." "Yeah, I went there and got on quite well and it certainly built me up a bit. A couple of other boys from our third year went there and I got pally with them and that helped 'cause I could talk to them at school and that meant the thuggy ones in the class left me alone. Then I had my accident and I wonder if that's why my balls aren't very big." I was all agog. "What was that?" "Oh, very simple, I was showing off a bit and slipped and landed with my legs either side of the beam and bashed my balls terribly." I winced again and put both hands protectively over my equipment. "Ooh, Mike, I felt that!" I said with feeling. He snorted. "Not so much as I did! Two of the older boys gave me a piggy-back home and I was in bed for four days and they had to get the doctor much to my sisters' amusement. I had to have cold compresses but Kathleen was very good 'cause she looked after me mostly." "Is that the one going to marry Eamonn the drill sergeant?" "Yes," he said and grinned at me, "She used to come in and say 'Anyone for tennis'" I got that straight away. "They're certainly not big enough for that!" He took a friendly swipe at me. "I'll do you, Jacko! Anyway, the doctor was worried in case I'd done permanent damage and I had to keep going to see him to be inspected." He sniggered. "He asked me one day if I'd had a wet dream yet and I told him I had because I didn't know what he meant 'cause it was ages before I knew anything about coming but I had noticed I'd got some hair growing. He said I was OK and he didn't need to see me again. So, it didn't too much damage except my balls haven't got very big." "What happened about the gym? Did you go back?" "Oh, yes, I went on going until I was about fourteen or so but I didn't like old Prosser who used to come in and talk about 'his boys' in his unctuous way. Your chum Billy Clarke and one of his friends were very pally with him, though. But going there did the trick 'cause those third years were by that time in the Sixth form and got me to be scrum half in their Rugby team and the others left me alone after that." I was most impressed and told him what Billy Clarke had said about him being thickset, at least, I said, that's what I thought he said. That set Mike off and he grabbed me and we rolled on the sheepskins on the floor as he wrestled me. I was getting stronger because it took him all his effort to get me into a hold. Gosh, that made me horny again and when I managed to free a hand I felt down for his cock and that was really hard. I squeezed it and without saying anything we stopped wrestling and went straight up to the bedroom and slipped our togs off. I tossed him off first and he shot his load pretty quickly and thickly. I came more or less as soon as he put his hand on my cock. He must have given me about twenty or so rubs and out it poured. We lay side by side on the bed for a while and then got up and dressed again. Mike was most amused. "I don't know why we bothered to put our clothes on. Is there a time when you don't want it, Jacko?" I stuck my tongue out at him, "No, only when I'm eating or asleep." "At least you're honest about it. Anyway, I'm the same. Do you keep thinking about it?" I nodded. Thinking about it occupied a great part of my conscious time. I told him I even got hard-ons doing German translations. He said he'd tried several times to see how long he could keep a hard-on and one lasted over three hours before it got too much and he had to deal with it. I said I didn't think I could last that long. The rest of the day passed quickly. I went through my visit to Cardiff and asked him if he knew what Aladdin was all about which made him laugh. He laughed even more about Christopher Robin having a wank and said he would have to tell Pat Finch and Bernie that one. Pa and Dr O'Brien arrived back full of beans and Mike suggested they were full of whisky as well because they were laughing and joking all through supper. We kept quiet and learned that their shell casing was the best ever and everyone was most impressed and they'd had a drink or two to celebrate in the mess afterwards. That explained the merriment which quietened down after supper when Pa produced a bottle of whisky from his greatcoat and they settled to a few more drinks while we played Monopoly. Both of them dozed off in their chairs by about nine and Mike nodded towards the door. I was washed, stripped off and in bed before Mike got upstairs as he had stayed to tidy up the kitchen things. It wasn't long though before he got into bed beside me. I leapt on him just as Matt had that time he stayed with me. I entwined myself around him and stuck my mouth over his and forced my tongue in. His prick was as rigid as mine as I had felt it go hard against me as I bounced my body against his. "Slow down a bit, Jacko," he gasped as I raised my head a bit to take a breath of air. His arms were round my back and he tightened his grasp until I quietened down a bit. "Wait, we've got plenty of time and don't make so much noise or they'll wonder what's up," he said in an amused voice, "I know what you want and I've watched you all this evening and you've had a permanent horn, haven't you?" I nodded and grinned down at him. "Haven't you?" I asked. "Some of the time, but I've been saving it up. Hey, lie still for a minute and I'll tell you what happened to Pat Finch on his first night at Fensham." He loosened his grip and I rolled off him and we faced each other sideways. He pushed the covering quilt down a bit because with the fire and that it was pretty warm in the bedroom. "Well, I'd better start at the beginning like I did with my story. Pat was at our school but his mum wasn't too well so it was arranged for him to go as a boarder to Fensham. It was after Christmas about three years ago so he was just fourteen and it meant he had to join in a class who'd all been there ages and he was put in a dormitory with five others about the same age. He said it wasn't too bad the first day, two of the lads were told to show him around and they seemed OK. That first night they went up to bed and I told you they were checked to see they were tucked in with their arms outside." I sniggered at this point. "I notice you didn't leave your arms outside tonight, or even cross them on your chest!" He tapped me on the back and ran his hand down my side and caught hold of my prick. "Only to make sure I could protect myself from you and I couldn't!" I was feeling round the base of his spine and pinched him and at the same time stuck my tongue out and licked the end of his nose. "Coward, but go on!" "OK, I will, but keep still for a minute!" I waited. "Right, that first night the prefect or whoever came round, looked at them all, switched off the light and closed the door. It was all blacked out and there was a deathly hush. Pat heard scurrying feet and then his bedclothes were pulled down and someone clamped their mouth over his on one side and held him down while someone the other side pulled the cord on his pyjamas and got his prick out. The three of them were squashed together on this single bed with Pat gasping for air, like I was just now, and this other lad pumping away at his dick. It didn't take him long to come 'cause he's a horny tyke like you." He gripped my dick hard at that moment so I pinched him again. He laughed. "As soon as he came the two lads scurried off and got into their own beds and there was silence again for a few moments then he heard the others all tossing themselves off!" He gave my prick a few rubs, "Just like this, Jacko." In a moment he had turned over on me and clamped his mouth over mine and shoved his tongue in deep. I shot my first load of the night within a few seconds and lay gasping. Mike drew out the towel and wiped me down. I recovered my breath and twisted over towards him. "Your turn now," I said with emphasis, "Lie still and close your eyes." I shifted down in the bed until I was lying between his legs. I began by licking the little ridged sac containing his balls at the same time reaching up to measure his length with my fingers. Gradually I opened my mouth wider and circled his bollocks with my lips and began to suck them while, just above my nose, I started to pull up and down on his rod. I did it as slowly as I could and I could hear Mike gasping and drawing in deep breaths and soon his leg muscles quivered against the sides of my head. Suddenly, he gave a long-drawn out hiss as if through clenched teeth and jerked up and down almost uncontrollably and I knew he was shooting his stuff. I continued to suck on his hard little cobnuts and pull away until he was arching his back and moaning. I stopped only because I heard a door open and close downstairs. Mike went silent and I waited for several minutes until I heard the second door close on the other side of the landing. His prick was still in my hand and as it slowly softened I lifted myself upright to look down on him. He was lying quite still, eyes closed, and in the flickering firelight I could see six or seven small pools of come dotted over his stomach and chest. "Are you OK?" I whispered. He nodded his head, smiled and flexed the muscles in his legs against my knees. I reached for the towel and wiped up the creamy spunk and moved out from between his legs and lay down beside him. I put an arm over his chest and thought I would ask him something which for no reason had entered my head while I was snuffling at his balls. "Hey, Mike, you know on the way up you said about your sister getting married to that sergeant at the training camp. Is he very old?" He opened his eyes and turned his head to me, "No. Why do you ask?" "Oh well, the sergeant who drills our Cadets is ever so old and that Sergeant Higgs, I told you about who was at Ulvescott, well, he was pretty old too." He grinned and put his hand over so it rested on my stomach. "No, Eamonn's not all that old. He's twenty-two, same age as my sister Kathleen. They're getting married at Easter and then she'll be Kathleen Alice Quinn." He kneaded my stomach with his fingers. "You'll get invited, 'cos your dad and mum's on the list, 'cos I saw it over Christmas when they were making the plans." "He's in the Guards, isn't he?" "Yes, the Irish Guards, though he comes from Liverpool." My racing imagination took over. "Did you say your sister's name is Alice?" I asked. "Yes, Kathleen Alice. Why?" "Oh, I was just thinking about Christopher Robin again." His fingers massaged my stomach more, "And what's your dirty little mind thought up now?" he asked, with a mock menacing tone. I giggled and wriggled under his fingers which were giving me very pleasant feelings with startling results elsewhere. "Well, you know the poem, 'They're changing the guard at Buckingham Palace'?" I squirmed even more as his fingers copied the rhythm. "Yes, I've heard it. Why?" I began, "'They're changing the guard at Buckingham Palace, And Christopher Robin went down with Alice," I paused, and made ready for any onslaught, "Alice is marrying one of the guard. 'A soldier's prick is terrible hard,' Says Alice.'" Retribution was swift. Mike, hardly able to contain his laughter rolled over onto me and flattened me. I retaliated by flinging my arms around his back and hugging him hard and then whispered in his ear. "'And Michael's prick is terrible hard,' says Jacko." Mike was giggling hard and spluttered out, "You're right, so is Eamonn's." He rolled us over so we were facing each other. We had made a bit of noise and I think we both wondered if we could be heard. Mike must have read my mind. "It's OK, they've both had enough to knock out a horse, as mother says. Come on, let go and I'll tell you." I loosened my hold and put a free hand down and clamped it round his revived hard- on. "Harder than this?" He laughed again, "Shut up and listen or I won't tell you." "OK, carry on." "Eamonn stayed with us over Christmas. He arrived on Christmas Eve and had to go back the morning after Boxing Day. Now, because we haven't much room with me and four sisters he had to share my room. Dad had put a spare mattress on the floor and Eamonn insisted he slept on that. He's a big bloke, he must be about six foot tall. He says he only got on the Depot staff 'cause he's a good rugby player. Dad says he's a typical bog Irishman but nice with it. I like him, he's always laughing and telling stories. Anyway, we didn't get to bed very early on Christmas Eve 'cause we all went to midnight mass and Christmas night we sat around and talked and then Boxing Day was my birthday and that was late again. That night we all went up to bed and left Eamonn and Kath discussing their wedding. I was in bed ages before he appeared and crept into the room. I was still wide awake and I could see him because we had a nightlight on a saucer. Anyway, he got undressed just like the previous two nights. All he wore in bed was his underpants, little green ones, so I hadn't seen anything else. But that night, when he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them I saw he had a great hard-on. It was sticking out of the front of his pants. I kept quiet and I suppose he thought I was asleep 'cause as soon as he laid down he slipped his pants off and began to toss himself off." Mike reached down and encircled my rigid tool. "He did it slowly to begin with, I suppose in case it disturbed me, and I got a good look at his prick. It was pretty thick but certainly not as long as mine." He gave my dick a squeeze, "It looked very hard though!" I responded by tweaking his cock a few times. "Let me finish the tale first." I stopped and he went on. "He was beating off for about a minute and, of course, I got a raging hard-on too, so I just turned over on my back and pushed the clothes away and jacked myself off. I heard him come first and then I did just a bit later. We lay in silence for a minute or so and then he whispered, 'Well, Mike, we both had a bit of dirty water to get off our chests, eh? Happy Birthday!' Then he pinched out the night-light and that was that." "Didn't you say anything in the morning?" "No chance, he was up and off before I emerged." "I haven't heard about dirty water before. Have you?" "No, but I told Bernie about it and he said he expected it was something they said in the army." He paused. "Bernie says soldiers call it a J Arthur - get it?" I shook my head. "J Arthur Rank - wank, get it now?" I grinned, "Could I have a J Arthur now, please?" We both wanted one and more dirty water was on, rather than off, our chests. For a while after that we talked until, drowsily, I tucked myself up against him and drifted off to sleep feeling most contented. * Any contentment I'd feel last thing was dispelled by my rude awakening in the morning. I was flat on my back when the bedding was pulled off me and a sharp finger prodded me in the side. An urgent whisper followed immediately. "Come on, Jacko!" Mike hissed, "It's ten past eight, they're not up yet, but you are, you little monster!" A rude awakening and my rudeness was exposed. The little monster, me, was displaying a very healthy little monster, it! Mike, cruelly, flicked at it and caught my knob end with his fingernail and I was galvanised into action. The sod had hurt my precious dick! Not much but enough to get me in fighting mood. "You bastard!" I hissed back, "That hurt!" I sprang up as quickly as I could given the softness of the feather bed. I launched myself at him and this took him by surprise as he collapsed under my weight. With this advantage I managed to pin him down on the floor for a few moments and took stock of the situation. He was already partly dressed for the run with shorts and rugger shirt. Quickly I pulled up the shirt so it covered his face and in so doing pinned his arms in it. I lay across his heaving chest and shoved my hand into the top of his shorts and pushed it down under the elastic of his jockstrap. I located his cock and then, in the constricted space, I flicked his bare knob twice, hard. "Ouch, you little fucker!" a muffled voice gasped, "I'll pull your prick off for that!" He kicked about but I grabbed his eel-like cock and whispered back, "But I've got your's already!", and give it quite a tweak. He lay still, his chest still heaving, now with laughter. "OK, pax, let me up, I can't breathe!" "Real pax?" I asked, hesitantly not wanting to loose the advantage and to emphasis it I squeezed his uncoiled cock again. "Most definitely, real, true pax!" I let go and knelt up beside him. He wriggled his arms and drew the shirt down from his now rather red face. He grinned up at me. "You got me that time, good for you. But watch your step 'cos I'll get my own back." "You got your own back twice last night," I retorted, "All over your chest!" "Wit, wit, mind you don't cut your finger." He eyed my still rampant tool. "You'd better be careful or you might circumcise yourself as well, eh?" I glanced down, figuring out his own wit and this was my mistake. I had taken my attention off him. He seized the moment, or rather, he seized me. In one move he sat up, circled his arms tightly round my arms and chest, pulled me down locking his legs round me and rolled me over so he was looking down at me. "I'd better teach you how to wrestle, hadn't I? And the first rule is, never take your eye off your opponent." He put his face close to mine and rubbed my nose with his. "You're so proud of your little dickie it's an object of fascination for you, eh?" I nodded, feeling my hard little dickie pressed against the cloth of his shorts in which a rather larger dickie was rapidly thickening. He seemed quite unperturbed and loosened his grip a bit. "Tell you what. Sometime today I'll teach you a few moves so if any of your pals decide to revenge themselves on you you'll be prepared." I thought it would be good. Matt and Tom had better watch out, battling Jacko would be on the scene! "Coo, thanks, I'd like that!" I said enthusiastically, "I owe Matt and Tom a couple of bouts." "Right, I'll teach you what I learnt from my Irish cousins who were real scrappers. Come on, then, get your togs on, we'd better get out and back 'cos Willy will be here soon with breakfast." As he was ready first he went and banged on our dads' doors and muffled protestations of too much noise were heard. Pa's door then opened quietly and he went into the bathroom almost silently. Mike mimed having a headache and then his dad appeared at our door looking rather worse for wear. "Oh my God," he said very absently, "The bells are ringing this morning and we've got to get through the next sixteen hours." "Aren't you feeling well?" asked Mike solicitously, turning and winking at me. "Or did the demon drink get you?" "You tell your mother and I'll..." he stopped and went off back to his bedroom. I finished putting my shirt and plimsolls on as Mike followed his dad. He returned just as I was ready. "Nothing a couple of good hot cups of tea won't cure," he said, "He was worse than that on Christmas Day." We left the scene and set off. As we went up the road toward the farm I thought that having a couple of good wanks didn't seem to have any effect on my performance the next day. And from the pace that Mike was setting they certainly had no deleterious effects on him either. Another old wives' tale to bite the dust. We circled the farmyard when we reached it and saw young Mr Turner. We stopped and he said not to forget we were invited to have lunch on Friday with them and we could collect the meat to take home then. What meat? Something our dads had arranged I assumed. We set off again and ran back past our farmhouse. Two army cars were in the yard so Willy and the other driver had arrived. As we ran down the main street and turned off into a side lane Mike exploded. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" he almost shouted, "Oh, shit!" I was startled. "What's the matter?" I panted out. He slowed down a bit. "Willy said he'd tidy up, didn't he? And I've left my sketchpad on the table by the bed!" "Oh, gosh!" I said, "And I forgot to take the towel out of the bed" "I bet he'll have a look and he'll see the drawings." "What shall we do? 'Cause he'll see the towel as well if he makes the bed and he'll guess why it was there!" I looked across at Mike as we continued running. "He won't say anything to our dads will he?" "I doubt it. I'll think of something!" We ran on in silence and finally reached the farmhouse again. Mike looked at his watch. "We're doing pretty well. I guess that's about five miles and it's about nine fifteen now. Come on, don't say anything and see if he makes any comment." One of the cars had gone and as we went through from the kitchen we met Willy coming down the stairs. He greeted us very affably. "All's ship shape and Bristol fashion up there. I saw you coming up the road so the bath is running and breakfast will be on the table in ten minutes." We scuttled past him straight into the bathroom and we were in the bath in a trice. Mike put his finger to his lips. "Nothing so far, we'll check the bedroom when we dress," he whispered. Oh gosh, it was clear Willy must know something as the bed was neatly made and the towel was over the back of a chair. The sketchpad was now on the dressing table and was laid out with the binding toward the window. The drawings of me were lengthwise so he must have seen them. Mike made a wry face at me and I shrugged my shoulders. I wasn't particularly worried. They were very good drawings and I bet Willy wanked. Over breakfast Willy told us of the plans for the day and that our dads could have a rest in the afternoon before the big exercise that night. Mike said they would need the rest and Willy said he had noticed they looked rather tired as they set off. We said we would wash up and as he had left our dinner and supper we would be all on our own until the next morning. Time went very fast and eating, of course, filled a bit of the space. Talking, reading, playing Monopoly and a lunch-time wank each, filled the rest. Mike suggested we might try the whisky after supper but it was a bit sharp so I only had a sip or two whereas he had at least half a glass. By eight o'clock I was ready for bed and I thought if Mike had any more whisky I would be having a lonely self-imposed wank that night to subdue my ever wanton dong. He was also willing to go to bed and we were soon side by side in the warm depths of the feather bed. After a minute or so of savouring the comfort I turned over and pulled the cover down and gently licked him on the neck just under his chin. His immediate response was to relax completely and throw his head back. I licked him again two or three times which made him gasp as well. Then I gradually tracked my way down his chest and across to each of his nipples which I nipped with my lips before running my tongue round and round. He gasped even more and his chest heaved. Pushing the quilt right off us I moved down and licked his stomach feeling the ridges of his muscles under my tongue. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the tip of his prick which was lying rigid up his belly. Skirting its length I explored below his navel with my tongue and found just a tiny roughness of hair before the crisp curls round the base of his cock. As before, I probed his little bollocks and felt how hard they were in their hairy sac. I closed my mouth over his balls as I'd done the night before and sucked at them hard. This made him gasp again so I let go and ran my tongue swiftly up his length and took the first couple or so inches into my mouth. As I began to lick and suck at his knob his leg muscles went very hard under my pressing down chest. I reached up and gently tickled his right nipple as I put my other hand down and squeezed his pills. I glanced up. His eyes were tight shut and he was breathing very deeply through his open mouth. After a while he began to gasp and whisper something. I carried on regardless and made several loud slurping noises as my saliva ran copiously all over his hard dick. I was just giving his nuts a none too gentle squeeze when he started his orgasm. His legs jerked and forced his prick right into my mouth. I held on tight and sucked even harder. He yelled out something like "Yow, yow, yow, yow" as his spunk shot out and hit the roof of my mouth. It was a good job there was no one else in the house to hear him because his responses got even noisier. After the first four or so spurts and yells I clenched my fist round his balls and squeezed them quite tightly. He almost screamed out this time and shot again and again bouncing his head and back on the bed. I swallowed his spunk and took my mouth away from his prick and knelt up looking down on him. I reached down and caught hold of his rod and began to wank him most vigorously. He tried to get hold of my hand but I held him off. His cock was iron hard and his hips and thighs were jerking in rhythm with me as I beat his meat. By now he was calling out almost continuously things like, "No! no! Don't stop! No! Oh please!!" I quickened my pace and was savouring the salty sweetness of his come left in my mouth when I leaned up to get a better grip on his sticky, wet rod and to see what was happening. I grabbed his balls again and, without thinking as I moved my knees to steady myself, gave them an almighty squeeze. His legs thrashed around and his body arched as he yelled out, 'Jesus, Mary and Joseph!' at the top of his voice... I wondered for a moment what I'd done to him. Had I crushed his balls? Had I hurt him terribly? Obviously not as, lo and behold, the flood gates opened. Spunk flew everywhere. Great gobbets of thick come shot from his now very red knob all up over his chest. I held his dick very tight as it jerked of its own accord in my fist and finally to a long drawn out "Ahhhhhhhhh..." from Mike a single drop of spunk flopped onto his stomach. I sat up straighter and let go of his balls and prick. I contemplated him and the results and for a moment I thought I'd met my match! If half his come had disappeared down my throat he'd produced an immense amount this time, - much, much more than the other times I'd tossed him off. A veritable ocean of come! Come off it, Jacko, I mused, that's a bit much, perhaps a bit of a thunderstorm! Mike, meanwhile, was lying quite still with his eyes closed. The major sign of life was his heaving chest and a few residual twitches in his legs. I put out a hand and drew a lazy circle on his chest spreading drops of come under my fingertips towards his nipples. As soon as my finger touched his right nipple he gasped again and caught hold of my hand. "No more, Jacko, please!" he almost pleaded, "Oh, gosh, just let me get my breath back a minute!" A minute? He lay still for several minutes with his rampant dick stretched up his belly. There was no sign of that softening. My rod hadn't softened either during all this and was standing rigidly to attention. I moved up a bit still kneeling over him and guided his hand up to my dick. He gripped it very hard but lay there again for some time before he began to slowly toss me off, both of us breathing in and out in tandem. He knew exactly when I was about to come and pulled down very hard and pointed my dick up in the air. I leaned back and my spunk soared out and up and dropped down hitting him amidships and there was plenty of it. Not so thick and creamy as his but loads. I leaned back and surveyed his torso. Our combining come streaked his stomach and chest. I dipped my head and took a few mingled drops on the end of my tongue and stuck my tongue into his mouth. He licked his lips and smiled at me. "Clean me up, Jacko, and then lie beside me." I complied with his wish and we were soon lying face to face with arms round each other hugging each other tightly. "That was wonderful, Jacko," he whispered. "Good job no one else was around to hear the noise, eh? Anyway, where did you learn how to do all that?" I assumed he meant sucking him off so I said Matt and he said we were an adventurous pair and he'd already had it done to him like that once before by one of his cousins but it hadn't been as good. I felt very pleased with myself and stroked his back and very soon we had both drifted off to sleep. * I was dreaming I was in an aeroplane and there was a storm. I awoke to find Mike standing by the bed with the fire blazing away lighting him up and him shaking me by the shoulder. "Come on, you lazy toad, it's half past eight. Don't you want to go for your run? It's quite clear this morning." I thought back to the night before and wondered if with him shouting out so loud I had squeezed his balls too hard. I peered over the cover. He was still in the nude. I shoved my legs out over the edge and he grabbed my arms and heaved me out and gave me a hearty smack on the backside. "Ouch!" I said as his hand stung me. "That's for gripping my goolies so hard last night," he said with a grin. I moved rapidly round the bed away from him in case I was in for more. He laughed. "Come on, Jacko, I didn't mean to hurt you with that. Anyway, that was the best ever! I don't know what you did but it had a great effect, didn't it? I hope I didn't scare you when I yelled but it hurt at the time." He laughed again. "I've had a good look and everything looks OK. But come on, Willy will be here soon with our breakfast and I've got a plan because of him seeing the drawings. I'll tell you later but you've got to go running by yourself today and stay out at least an hour." An hour! Running for an hour? And I'd have to wait for my breakfast. He saw my look of consternation. "Look, you go off, and try to keep out of the way for at least an hour and it'll be all OK, I promise you." I started to ask questions but he picked up his jockstrap and pressed it into my hand. "Look, shut up, Jacko, do as you are told, borrow this and go for a run and stay out an hour." I did as I was bid. I was going to wear his jockstrap. His bollocks and prick had nestled in it the day before and mine would be safely held today. I slipped it on and it wasn't a bad fit. It was a size smaller than Billy Clarke's so even my knob and knackers didn't feel lost in it. I quickly got the rest of my kit on and was just opening the back door when Willy arrived. "By yourself today?" he asked, "Is Mike OK?" I said he was but I was having a lone run this morning and sped off before any more questioning. I didn't run so fast as usual and did the run up to the other farmhouse first. As I returned and passed ours there was no sign of life other than smoke rising from the chimneys so I continued down to the village. I was just about to turn the corner to go down to the back lane when two lads of about my age on bicycles hailed me. "Halloa!" said one. I stopped and they stopped as well and drew up beside me. "We see you been running every day," said the other in a very marked accent. "Why's that?" I explained that I was practising for the school run. They nodded and told me they would be running over the fell in the spring and then they asked if Mike was my brother. I said he wasn't and that we were here with our fathers who were at the camp. "Ah," said one, "They t'were't t'firing yesterday? We saw that. We went t'round fell side and watched." By this time I was cooling down so I suggested I ran and they cycled by me. This was a good idea because it took my mind off having to run further so as to keep out and postpone my breakfast. They said they were Ken and Ted and we parted on very amicable terms just below the turning up to the farmhouse. I checked my watch. Fifty minutes, not too bad. I opened the back door as quietly as I could and crept upstairs. Our bedroom door was tightly closed so I went straight to the bathroom. I stripped off as the water ran and soaked. I was really ready for that bath and it revived me greatly. I dried off and then found Mike had thoughtfully put my dressing-gown on the back of the door. My watch indicated I'd been out of the way for an hour and fifteen minutes. I then heard our door opening and footsteps going down the stairs. I cautiously opened the bathroom door and saw Mike at the bedroom door grinning hugely and beckoning me to come along. "All's OK," he whispered triumphantly as I passed him and he closed the door behind us. "All's well that ends well!" "What happened?" I asked, all agog. "Very simple, I asked him if he would like a portrait of himself and I did three. One for his mum, one he could show his friends and one for him personally." "Like mine?" I asked. "Like yours," he said with a crafty look, "And to make him happier I enhanced Willy's willy a little bit. Just a little, but it's made him very pleased with himself.. and me! And he thinks you're a good young lad too! Anyway, I found out he's got three brothers, one's about three year's younger than him so he said he knows all about boys and I told him I knew all about girls!" "Did you tell him all you knew about girls?" I sniggered. "No, no time, anyway I didn't want to draw him with a stiff prick, did I? Come on, you'd better get dressed quickly or we won't get any breakfast. I'm going down now but I promise I won't eat everything!" He slipped out of the door before I had a chance to give him back his jockstrap and thank him for the loan. So, I put it back on again and completed dressing in record time with just a short pause to scrape my hair into a presentable shape. We ate our breakfast in silence while Willy told us all the happenings of the previous day and that he'd heard our dads and the others arriving back at the Mess about four in the morning. All the trials had gone well and they were having a briefing in the afternoon with the bigwigs from the War Office and a big dinner in the Mess in the evening. He didn't think they would be back tonight after that. Mike said we didn't mind as we had plenty to keep us occupied as he was going to help me learn my First Aid. Nothing was said about the drawings but as Willy left he said he'd be back at half five with our supper then patted the front of his battledress and winked at Mike. When Willy had gone Mike said as soon as our breakfasts had gone down he would teach me some wrestling moves but he had some school work to get done first. I missed my piano but settled down to read the St John's book again. Just before eleven Mike sighed and said he'd had enough for the moment and what was I reading. I said I was learning the bones of the body. He laughed and said if he taught me some wrestling we could find out where the bones were. We decided the bedroom floor was best as it had plenty of sheepskins on it so went upstairs. We stripped off and, of course, I was still wearing Mike's jockstrap. He got down to his pants and then looked at me. "You unholy tyke!" he spluttered, "You're still wearing it. Give it here!" I evaded his outstretched arm but he soon caught me and I found myself unceremoniously on my face on the floor. He relented. "No, you can keep it on now while I show you what to do," he said letting go of the elastic at the back so it rebounded on my backside, "Here, let's stand up and I'll show you some moves." He let go and I wriggled over and stood up facing him. "Yeah, I need to be able to deal with Matt and Tom Buchanan," I said, "And Tom says he wants to be able to get his own back and get his brother Duncan down so he keeps asking me to help him." "Is that the big Scots lad who's captain of your Firsts?" I nodded, "And Tom is captain of our team, but I have to help him with his maths." Mike chuckled, "The big one's sport should be tossing the caber, he looks strong enough." I chuckled too, a picture of either Duncan or Tom with a telegraph pole amused me. My sense of humour gave me another thought. "Too true, and his brother Tom spends a good deal of his time tossing his caber!" Mike grabbed me. "You have a truly dirty little mind," he guffawed, "But you're funny with it. Here, I'll do this slowly." Over the next half hour I was put through a good number of moves to give me an edge over my opponents. Mike was good. His three cousins apparently spent a lot of time wrestling each other over that holiday so he'd learned plenty to make sure he wasn't always beaten. While we rested we went through the First Aid book and I found all the bones, muscles and pressure points listed on Mike while he did the same to me. It was a really fun way of learning. Although we searched we couldn't find a description in the book of any of the equipment between our legs, which meant we had to make a very careful study of what we both possessed. Also, although we found a lot about blood and bile there was no description of the spunk we both produced before deciding we'd both had a most worthwhile morning. Just after we'd tossed each other off we both wanted a slash so went into the lav together and stood side by side. "Hey Jacko," he whispered conspiratorially, "D'you know why pee is yellow and spunk is white?" I'd finished and stood back and looked down at his cock still producing a steady yellow stream. "No, I don't," I said mystified, "What do you mean?" He finished and shook his cock delicately before answering. He came over and whispered in my ear. "Tell your Buchanan pals it's to let little Scots boys know whether they're coming or going!" I had a good giggle over that. Wait until I see Tom! As we dressed I asked Mike the one about a good wank. He hadn't heard it! I caught him on that one and he had a good laugh and said he'd ask Bernie when he saw him next. Willy was back at half past five with news and our supper. Our dads would definitely be staying over as the mess dinner was to be a grand affair and they were guests of honour having made a great impression according to what the commanding officer's batman had told Willy. Mike celebrated by having a drop of whisky before we went up to bed and we both celebrated by a double firing. * I was awake bright and early and pottered around the room before putting my running kit on. I thought of filching Mike's jockstrap but thought better of it. When putting my shirt on I noticed a bit more hair under one arm so had a closer inspection and found a fresh sprouting. Feeling very pleased I prodded Mike awake and said I was ready. He rolled rather lethargically out of bed and said his balls ached. We couldn't see anything and I said it was probably over use and managed to avoid his lunge at me and scooted off downstairs. While I waited for him to appear I opened up the damper on the Aga and then we were ready for the off. His balls may have ached but he set a cracking pace but my systematic training stood me in good stead and I was close behind him all the way down the road into the village. As we went past the garden of one of the houses we were hailed by my two pals of the previous day also in running gear. There was a quick introduction to Mike and we set off down a side lane and they led us up a sheltered route onto the fell. Although they were about my age they were obviously experienced runners and as we were running uphill a bit I felt I was going to find it hard going. Not to worry, I soon found a second wind and followed quite happily. This side of the moor was quite clear of snow and we pounded along in silence for quite a time. When we reached a fork in the path the taller one, Ken, said we'd better make our way back as it was very snowy further on. We turned back and followed the same path until we reached the lane and then they ran with us up to the other farm and back again down. They wouldn't come in and said they'd see us the next day. We said we'd enjoyed their company and Saturday would be our last day. Gosh, we'd been out a good hour and over breakfast Mike looked at the map and calculated we had done at least six miles. I said I'd better go straight into the Sixth Form and do their distance. I was secretly very pleased because I was sure I would have no difficulty with the four and a half miles planned. It was a good job Willy had brought a good supply of rations as we both polished off a great plateful each with Willy standing grinning at us all the time. Willy then went on to tell us more about himself. We learned he came from Cambridge where his father worked for one of the colleges and he'd been promised a job there when the war was over. His brothers were also in the army with the two older ones overseas somewhere. He still didn't mention the drawings but when he'd tidied up and was leaving I heard him say to Mike his pal had thought the pictures of him were good. When he'd gone I asked Mike what he'd said but he said I was nosy but in the end said Willy had only shown his pal the respectable ones! Chicken! Mike was in a very good mood and we settled down again to Monopoly and further tales before setting off to the Turner's for lunch. This was very ample to say the least and young Mrs Turner was very taken with Mike and his tales. I chatted to old Mr Turner and he was very like Grandpa. He told me his family had had the farm for well over a hundred years. We didn't leave until nearly five o'clock having had tea as well and trudged down the lane in the dark. We had a parcel each of a joint of lamb and had instructions to leave them outside in the meat-safe in the cold overnight. Willy was already in the kitchen when we arrived back and said our dads would be back by seven if we didn't mind waiting until then for supper. I think from the looks on our faces he knew we wouldn't be able to eat anything until at least then! Our dads arrived just on seven and we were intrigued to hear of all their goings-on. The War Office big-wigs were over the moon apparently with the results and were even more pleased when they had come up with a solution to some further problem. They were also pleased with the news of the meat to take home and plans were drawn up to leave at eleven next morning. We left them to finish the bottle of whisky and sloped off to bed at half past eight. The running, the meals, or whatever must have had a very good effect. I had stripped off well before Mike and was standing in front of the log fire. I turned to Mike and asked him if I should fetch some more fuel for the fire as the logs were dying down. He looked a bit puzzled as the basket by the hearth was piled high. Then he realised what I meant and said I'd better not or the amount of fuel I produced might put the fire out, but we could try. For the second time on the trip there was a sizzling sound as I launched a volley under his careful supervision. He said he wouldn't try as he would have to stand too close and he didn't want roasted balls. So we stoked the fire normally, climbed into bed and by the time we were ready to drop off to sleep we'd both come three times, luckily without Mike shouting his head off even when I sucked at his cock for his second. I didn't shout either when he did it to me, just moaned softly with pleasure. * The two lads were waiting when we got to the same house in the morning and we did the same run, this time five minutes quicker! We waved them goodbye when we reached the farmhouse because they wouldn't come in and we said we hoped to see them again. Bath, breakfast and frenzied packing followed with a last minute retrieval of the joints from the meat-safe. Willy had already got the Rover out of the barn and we waved him goodbye with all good wishes for the future. The journey home was long and mainly uneventful. I squeezed Mike's leg when the approach of Catterick Camp was announced. He, unsportingly, put his hand under the rug covering us and squeezed my bollocks. Watch out, Mike, vengeance will be mine! To be continued: Note: I would appreciate comments from anyone who has had the stamina to keep going with the story. Jo. Previous stories of mine have been published on Nifty. Spying on My Brothers: (45k: Incest Section: Apr 15 2000) Easter Rugger Tours (Dir: HS Section: Jun 10 2000) Jordan's Story (84k: HS Section: Jul 23 2000) Flip's Tale (Dir: HS Section: Apr 17 2002) Taming the 'Phobes (Dir: HS; Military: August 04 2002) Read and Enjoy.