Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 20:01:17 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Hut/1

This story is nothing more than fiction, although written around an
event in our history that we can either be proud of or be ashamed, it was
called the Second World War.

A small group of young men would meet, fall in love and have an uncertain
future. Simon and Tony were two of them.

This story contains descriptions of a homosexual nature between,
fictional, males and should you be at risk by reading it, or from a legal
point of view from wherever you reside, then please leave. Any
similarities between actual events or individuals is completely
coincidental.

I have written a number of stories now and nifty have been kind enough to
put them on their site and I thank them for being here for us to write
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"PEACE"

Simon Walsh moored up and waved to his father to signal the boat was
secure and he could switch the engines off. Together they made a tour of
the boat checking that every thing was in order including any leakages.
All was well and that was the final sea trial before the new boat would
be fully equipt with sleeping cabins, seating that could convert into
bunks, galley, heads (toilet) electrical, plumbing fittings and storage
lockers. However, that would not happen now, she would be taken out of
the water and put back on her cradle and covered for the duration of the
war. This was 1939 and many hundreds of garages, small engineering firms
and boat builders like Andrew Walsh's had been taken over by the
government to help in the production of war materials.
Andrew Walsh and Son. Boat builders, would be constructing hulls for
torpedo, gun and rescue boats in his workshops in the village of
Hamble-le-Rice in Hampshire, a small village going back many centuries
and with a long history of living off oyster fishing and boat building.
The Hamble River ran into the Southampton Water and from there into the
Solent between the south coast and the Isle of Wight. There was a
training centre for technicians involved with the Spitfire and would be a
major establishment involved with the advances and improvements to that
great fighter for the duration of the war and beyond.

Father and son stood together looking down at the boat. She was a
45ft Motor Yacht of 12 tons. She had a beam of 12ft and a 4.5inch draft.
Her two Lister Marine Diesel engines would give her a maximum speed of 12
knots with a fuel efficient cruising speed of 8 knots. She had a large
forward space that would accommodate a double sleeping cabin, saloon and
the galley. Under this area were two 150 gallon fuel tanks, a new concept
that would keep the Yacht at sea for twice as long as other boats of this
type. Aft of the forward cabin and directly under the wheel house were
the heads and shower cabins. Under the deck at the stern would be the
main sleeping cabin with its own head and shower. Under this cabin was
the engine room.

"Dad, can we name her before we lift her out? Mum would like the name we
chose." Seventeen year old Simon asked. Andrew Walsh smiled down at him.
"Course we will, I will ask the vicar to come down when he's free. Come
on, lets get home, your turn to cook." Simon laughed. "Its always my turn
to cook." They walked slowly up the steep road towards their
cottage which Andrew could only ever do as he only had one leg, the right
one had been blown off in the first world war while serving in the Royal
Navy. He was the navigating officer on the destroyer HMS Alert when they
came under attack by a German E Boat and he was too close when the
torpedo went off. He had been lucky to survive. "Being so fit got me
through my boy and that's why you will get involved in sports."
Fortunatly Simon loved football and cricket and although not particularly
gifted, both sports ment getting in the showers after each game and that
also ment being with the other naked boys and he could not get enough of
that. Now that he had left school he had joined the local teams so the
showering continued.

They arrived at their 300 year old cottage and unlatched the original
thick oak door, it was never locked which was fairly normal in those
days. They stepped straight into the one living room with its large open
fire to the right with a settee and two armchairs in front of it. To the
left was a sort of kitchen with a cooking range some cupboards either
side of it, cooking pots and pans hanging from hooks and the kitchen
table with six non matching chairs. A door to the left lead into the
large linney, now called a utility room, which was added on some 100
years previously and had the copper which was a large brick "box" shape
with a big hole in the middle lined in zinc. Underneath was a small fire
that would heat the water for doing the laundry and now that personal
hygiene had become more important to even the working classes, doubled as
a bath as well. The copper had to be filled by the bucket load from
the hand cranked water pump which was over the Belfast sink. This room
was also used to store just about every thing, outdoor clothes, boots,
wood and garden tools, spare candles and paraffin for the lamps and logs.
Andrew Walsh had not got round to having electric power installed. There
was another door leading out to the large back garden that Simon tended
and it supplied all their vegetables as well as apples, pears, plums and
cane fruits throughout the year. There were also 10 chickens and a happy
Cock scratching around which gave a good supply of eggs and the
occasional roast chicken Sunday lunch.

"Right Dad, the choice tonight is heated up beef stew and dumplings,
followed by heated up apple crumble and custard or starve." His
father swore at him and Simon dished up.
"So when is all the new stuff coming?"
"Early next week and by the following one we will start, it will be slow
at first but we have five new skilled men coming so I think we will make
an impression quite soon. You will train on one of the new lathes and
there you will be stuck until the end of the war." Simon was more than
competent as he had worked with his father since the age of five when he
would play with wood and tools as well as be encouraged to help one of
the men as they worked. Now ten years later he was as good as anyone in
the work shop.
"Dad I want to join the navy when i'm old enough."
"We are not at war yet Simon and its up to me if I let you join."
"Was it up to Grandpa when you joined up in the Great War?" Silence was
the reply.
"He did not say no then and I know you wont. What age can I join?"
"Fifty, now fuck off for your bath." Simon laughed and left his dad to
clear away and wash up.

Simon went out to the linney and felt the water that was heated by the
wood burner underneith. It was fine and he began to strip off. It was
very warm and now naked Simon could take his time before climbing in the
tub. He had reached 5ft 8 and he knew there was at least a couple more
inches to go before he got to his full height, if his granddad and dad
where anything to go by. Because of his sports and work he was in good
shape and very fit. He had a slim, tight body in perfect shape, not
muscled at all, just a natural build for 1939 boys. He looked down at
himself and smiled at his 5.5 inch loose boy bit with its head covered by
a full foreskin which bought the shaft to a point. Once erect it would
grow another half inch and the foreskin would pull back uncovering the
pink head. He knew by comparing his bits to other boys he had rather
bigger and low hung balls than most and he was rather pleased when he saw
some other lads having a good look. His pube area of thick black hair
crowned this lovely sight which Simon was rather proud of. He had managed
to keep the whole package under control whilst showering with the others
in his teams, but it was a struggle.

He sat in the tub and thought of the other lads and his fondness for
looking at them and while he was thinking, so his cock stiffened and
Simon began to stroke. He did not think of anyone boy in particular but
just imagined them all together in the shower. He was thoroughly enoying
himself when suddely he stiffened and out shot three rather large loads.

"Dont drain the water I want a bath as well!" His dad called from the
living room. Simon could not help it and burst out laughing.
"You've had a wank haven't you, you dirty shit!" Simon continued laughing
only louder now.

Still naked and with his clothes over his arm, Simon lit a candle and
climbed the ladder to the bedrooms and got into his pajamas, he wrapped a
blanket round him and went back down. After some time his dad came out
also naked and hopped to the ladder and came back dressed like his
son. Simon watched his dad with a huge smile on his face. "You had one as
well didn't you!" They both laughed and knew this was not the first
time it had happened.
"You will be giving the girls that thing soon I suppose, just dont come
home and tell me you have got one of them in the family way." Simon
looked at his dad and said nothing.
"You haven't already have you?" Simon needed to get off subject. "No dad
and with a war on its way i'm not looking for anyone. The last war nearly
killed you and that would have left me unborn. I'm not going to get
involved with anyone." Simon was giving himself good advise, it would not
quite work out that way though.

Andrew looked at his son. "I think your right about not getting invoved.
I married mum in 1917 and it was less than a year before I had my leg
blown off. You and mum were the best things that ever happened to me, but
it could have turned out very differently. I know we lost mum but even
she would not change anything if it meant we did not get you." It had
been ten years since his wife had died of TB and the loss would always be
there. They were not just father and son, they were work mates,
carpenters, boat builders, sailors and best freinds. "I just think its a
miracle I was born with two legs!" Father and son were well ahead of
their time.

Simon's father of course had no idea that his son was homosexual and at
that time a prisonable offence and guaranteed exclusion from just about
every thing in society of those days and of course for years to come. To
be homosexual you could only possibly get away with it in the cities and
be involoved in things like the "arts," they were packed with "queers."
Mind you if you were part of the upper classes you could also live a life
involving males. It could almost be seen as an excepted part of upper
class life that lower classes could not go anywhere near. It was even
rumoured that one of Queen Victoria's grandsons was involved in
homosexual affairs. Why not?

They sat in front of the fire and talked war. "Do you think we will come
through dad?"
"I really have no idea son, the papers say Germany is well prepared and
we aren't. We still have people who want to make a deal with Germany and
get them to agree that they will not invade us so long as we stay out of
it. But, even if that happens I would not trust the German's to keep
their word. If they conquer Europe I can't see them leaving us alone for
long and besides they will control us as we could never trade with them
or anyone eles unless its on their terms. One of those terms will be to
surrender all our military and of course the Empire will go as
well leaving it to Japan to take over in the East. No, Hitler will have
to be defeated, but there is no way we can do that without America
getting involved and even they dont want to according to what I read in
the papers. Italy will come in on the German side and with Japan
threatening to expand their empire further in the East, it leaves us in
the brown stuff to be honest."
"Will Chamberlin make a good leader if it comes to war?"
"No, all he is doing is trying to appease Hitler. The only man I can see
who could possibly lead us is Churchill, but it seems he has more enemies
here than in Germany. We will have to wait and see."
"What if we get the new boat ready, we could always fill her with diesel,
food and water and try to get to Canada or America if we get invaded?"
Andrew looked at his son and thought about it. They had no family
now except themselves and if they escaped at least Simon may have a
future. "Well at least we could start to rig her out, you can do that if
you get the time. Meanwhile, its bedtime, bugger off."

Simon had stopped kissing his dad good night ten years previously but
would always give him a hug before climbing the ladder to his room.
Andrew had not got round to putting a stair case in and the only way to
bed was by ladder as was common in these cottages for hundreds of years.
"Night dad."
"Night son."
The ladder lead directly into Simon's room and his dad would have to go
into it before going through a gap in the 3ft high partition to his room.
Before he got into his bed Simon would light a candle in his fathers room
every night and then get into his own bed and blow his candle out. There
were no windows in the loft and therefore little fresh air
circulating meaning there was a permanent smell of wood from the fires
below. Andrew Walsh maybe a master boat builder, home improver, he was
not.

Further up the street from Simon's cottage another seventeen year old was
also in bed and quite a long way from sleep. He laid on his back naked
and playing with a very hard penis. He stroked himself and at the same
time had this image of the naked boy he saw many times in the school
showers after every PE lesson. Now he had left school he managed to get
into the local football team and in that way he could still be near that
boy and see him naked again. He was near now and after a few more strokes
his cock swelled and spewed out four handsome loads that ejaculated into
his towel that was always ready to receive his cum, every night.
After he had dried himself off he thought the same thoughts as he did
every time he wanked off thinking about Simon Walsh.
"CHRIST, what the fuck is going on?"

Simon laid in bed and listened to his father as he heaved himself up the
ladder and get into his bed. They blew their candles out and now it was
pitch black, but Simon felt secure knowing his father was near by to
protect him.

He laid in his bed and once again thought about his problem and knowing
full well this was one he could not talk to his father about, he had no
idea how he would react if he told him he was homo. Simon was positive he
was, even though he had never touched another boy and a boy had never
touched him, but knew bloody well he wanted both.
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