Date: Tue, 09 Mar 2004 14:30:11 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two Jubilees  Part 19

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that time,  and not to use anachronistic terms,  like gay,  blow job, wank,
and cum.  It is surprising how difficult it is.

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Two Jubilees and One Spitfire.

Resume:-  Trevor has completed his National Service,  having been medically
discharged as unfit after being wounded in Korea.

Part 19  Decisions

Trevor had a decision to make.  As he had been demobbed earlier than
expected, should he try to go up to Cambridge a year earlier,  if they would
have him?   He and Isaac discussed the matter.  Then one night as they were
undressing to get into bed,  Trevor said,  "I've decided not to try to go up
this October but to keep to the original plan and go up in October '53."

"And what will you do in the meanwhile.  Do you expect me to keep you in
idleness," said Isaac with a wink as he stood naked folding his trousers
carefully.

"No.  I want to get some experience of working.  I  would like to work in an
office for half the time.  Then for the last part to get a manual job on a
building site,  or in a factory.  I should be fit enough by then,  and it
will be a good experience for me."

Isaac stood there thinking for a while.  "I think that's a very good idea."

"I've had a letter from Fergus.  He's going to be home in Strontian for two
weeks very soon.  He has invited me up there."

"Want to go?"

"Yes.  I can walk,  ride a bike and do my exercises up there as easily as
down here."

"True.  And while you are up there you can do something for us both."

"What's that?"

"I've gone through all the White House papers,  and Mrs MacKenzie senior has
got rid of all the clothes.  While you are up there you could make an
inventory of everything that is in the house.   Furniture, books,  crockery,
  goods and ornaments, and so on.  Could you do that?"

"Your will is my command," said Trevor with his impish grin.

"I have had so much time off work this year already,  I daren't ask for more
time off for another trip up to Scotland."

Ten days later Trevor was on his way north.  Fergus met him at Fort William,
  he was now driving his father's car.  They chatted nineteen to the dozen
on the way back to Strontian.

"I love this part of the world.  It's beautiful.   Every time I come up here
it is different.  Everyday is different in a way that every day in London is
not different.  The colours,  the clouds,  the tides,  the mountains.  Just
seeing it again does me a power of good."

Doctor MacKenzie and his wife greeted Trevor like a long lost hero.  He was
given the usual welcome of tea and cakes.

"I've put you in the visitor's room this time, Trevor."

Trevor and Fergus exchanged a very quick glance of horror.

"Mum!" exploded Fergus.  "Why?  We've always slept in my room.  Why stop
now?"

"You're men now,  no longer boys."

"You're always saying that men never grow up,  and are always boys at heart.
  How can we get all our talking,  and arguing done otherwise?

"Trevor,  what about your leg?  Where do you want to sleep."

"I don't think my leg is in any danger.   I've been ...."  He nearly added
that he had been sleeping with Isaac for the last few weeks.  "having some
bad dreams,  and waking up shouting.  If I am with Fergus I'll probably just
wake him and not the whole household."

"Alright then."

"I'll take his stuff up," said Fergus,  and left the room. His mother
removed the tea tray.

Dr MacKenzie asked one or two questions about the wound.  "Would it be a
cheek to ask to see the scar.  I was in the last war as an M.O.  and did a
lot of patching up wounds."

"Of course,  you can."

"Come into the surgery."

They went into the surgery.  "It's high on my thigh so I have to remove
everything," said Trevor.   He removed his trousers and pants.

Doctor MacKenzie got him to get onto the high medical examination couch.
He took a quick look.  "Fergus ought to see this."   He went to the door and
bellowed,  "Fergus, come here a minute."

Fergus hurried into the room.  Trevor lay with his legs apart while Fergus
and his father examined the scar  and felt it,  talking to each other in
medical language.  There was an occasional question to Trevor about events
in Korea.  The inevitable began to happen.  Trevor felt his cock stir.  He
knew he couldn't disguise it.

"This is embarrassing I'm getting an erection."

The other two men laughed.

"Good,  it shows that your landing gear is in working order in spite of the
near miss.  Don't worry I've had a few embarrassing stiffeners myself,  and
seen even more.    Any man would be proud to have your equipment," said the
fully qualified doctor.

The qualifying doctor just grinned,  and looked forward to the night even
more.

All the members of the family sat around talking until quite late.  Trevor
was questioned at length about his army days,  and his time in Korea in
particular.  Mrs MacKenzie broke the evening by saying she was going to bed.
  Trevor said that he needed to go for a walk,  as he had had very little
exercise that day.  He got his stick,  and with Fergus,  walked nearly a
mile up the road.

"You're doing well. Trev."

"But I'm still limping a lot."

"Talk to Dad about it,  see what he says."

Back at the house they made their way up to Fergus' bedroom.  Fergus led the
way in with Trevor close behind.  Fergus spotted something on the floor and
bent down to pick it up.  Trevor immediately came up and pressed his groin
into Fergus' prominent posterior.

"That feels good in spite of the clothes," said Fergus,  grinding his bottom
into Trevor's crotch.  "That's what I've been wanting ever since I saw your
cock again in Dad's surgery."

"That really was embarrassing."

"Medics are used to it.  Rampant cocks are two a penny in our profession,"
boasted Fergus.

"Oh, yea?"

"Well, from time to time," admitted Fergus.   "Let's remove the clothes
barrier,  and you can have your wicked way with me."

Both removed their clothes,  and  kicked them to one side.   Fergus went and
stood, leaning forward,  and holding on to the board at the bottom of the
bed.  His rear stuck out inviting Trevor's attention.  Trevor limped across
to where he knew the Vaseline was kept.  He prepared Fergus and himself.

"You want it standing up then?" asked Trevor.

"Yes."

"Open you legs a little more and you will be just the right height."
Trevor placed his cock head in position and began to push.  There was some
initial resistance,  but it was soon sinking deeper into Fergus.   He pushed
the whole way,  and Fergus could feel Trevor's thick mass of dark pubic hair
tickling his buttocks,  and Trevor's balls were in contact as well.

"That's wonderful.  It feels different standing up."

Trevor stood up as straight as he could,  and began to thrust in and out.
The only physical contact between the two men was in the area of the
penetration.  Trevor placed his hands on his hips and looked down onto
Fergus' back.  Then he felt his balls tighten,  his cock hardened and
thickened.  The painful pleasure of the climax came.  He felt great gushes
of sperm come from his cock.   That triggered it for Fergus,  without any
hand on his cock,  anything touching it,  sticking out hard and free into
the air,  it too pulsed and his sperm splattered onto the wood of the foot
of the bed,  and dribbled down onto the floor beneath.  They gasped for
breath for a few moments,  and then Fergus moved. Trevor's cock came out.
Fergus turned and they were into a tight embrace.  The final pulsations
brought more sperm against each other.  They kissed long and passionately.

"We'd better clear up the mess," said Fergus.

They wiped their spunky stomachs.  They mopped up the white fluid on the
floor with a dirty handkerchief. They folded their clothes, and got into
bed.

"This room smells like a brothel - all sweat and spunk," said Fergus.

"I suppose you're an authority on such places," commented Trevor.

"No never been to one.  I don't know if there are such things as male
brothels."

"I expect there are somewhere."

After some further talking Fergus cock began to get hard again.   "I want
you,  Trev.  I want to have you on your side,  and go to sleep with my cock
inside you."

"I was told all medical students were randy sods.  You certain are.  But
that's fine by me."

Soon Fergus was deep inside Trevor.  This second bout of love making was
slower, less violent,  but more affectionate.   They fell  asleep as Fergus
had wanted.

Trevor was the first to wake the next morning.  He heard the rain beating
hard against the window pane.  They were in for a bad day.  He felt his cock
harden against Fergus buttocks.  They must have uncoupled during the night,
and now their position was reversed.  As if by instinct  Trevor pushed his
groin into Fergus.

"Who's the randy sod this morning? mumbled Fergus,  coming out of a deep
sleep.  "Do you want me,  Trev?"

"Yes.  But I must empty the water tank first."

"Same here."

The relationship with Fergus took up from where they had left off.  They
enjoyed each other's bodies to the full.  They talked and argued as much as
ever.  They walked as far as Trevor was able.  Each morning Trevor went to
the White House, and began work on the inventory.  He went through each
room.  Several times Fergus joined him,  but most mornings he was busy
studying for some exams which were drawing closer.   But as always holidays
come to an end.  Fergus returned to Edinburgh,  and Trevor to London.

***

Isaac greeted Trevor with some news.   "I think I've found you a job.  I
asked a manager of one of our client companies whether he had a temporary
job for a young man of your age and inexperience."  I told him about
yourself,  Cambridge next year,  wounded in Korea and so on.  So couple of
days later he rang me at work to say that he thought he had a job for you.
You are to go to see him on Monday at 11.00am."

Trevor went for the interview,  and got the job.  It was a unusual job.  The
firm concerned had worked in the City since the early eighteenth century.  A
lot of their business had been with the American Colonies,  and though it
had continued after American independence,  its business had steadily become
more widespread.  At the beginning of the war all their old records had been
packed up and sent down to Bedford.  There they had more or less forgotten
about them.  The company accounts showed a small entry of a few pounds each
year for storage.  One more vigilant director had questioned this item.  The
result was the records had been brought back to their main office.  They
were found to have been packed in haste in September 1939,  and were in a
thorough mess.  Trevor's task was to sort through these old records and put
them in order.

Trevor was given a room in which to work.  The records were in a number of
old tea chests.   Investigation showed that the contents of some of the
files were out of order.  Trevor enjoyed the job.  He found some of it
boring,  but every so often he found some interesting document from the
past.  The personnel manager  who had interviewed him looked in on Trevor
once or twice each day to see how he was getting on.  Trevor usually had
something to ask him, and often something of interest to show him.

Trevor's horizons were broadened by the experience of working in London.
The room in which he worked was close to the typing pool,  and was in a part
of the building that was largely the domain of the junior female typists.
They were interested in Trevor.  Here was a man who was new,  who was young,
  and who was attractive,  and had a most intriguing limp.  In the middle of
the morning there was always a knock on his door and one attractive female
face or another looked in,  "Coffee break, Mr Russell."  Within the week
they were calling him 'Trevor'.  On the first day they invited him to eat
his sandwich lunch with them.  Then mid afternoon there was a tea break.
All occasions provided the girls with an opportunity to find out more about
him.  The older ones wanted to mother him,  and the un-attatched younger
ones,  either dreamt of seducing him,  or being seduced by him.

Trevor was into new territory.  His experience of women was very limited.
There had been Mrs Hearn in Somerset and his mother.  There had been the
ladies at Strontian.  There was Mrs Stevens next door,  Con's and Fergus'
mothers,  but they were totally maternal figures.  He had gone to mixed
parties in his school days, but parties in the late 1940s and early 50s were
always with parents present,  and had not become what parties were to become
two or three decades later.   There had been the occasional kiss under the
mistletoe at a Christmas party,  but that was always with a giggling group
of fellow party goers looking on. The grammar school was a totally male
institution,  as obviously,  was the army too.  Life with Isaac had
broadened his horizons in many respects but not when it came to the female
of the species.  The only woman to enter 37 Chelmsford Road with any
regularity was Mrs Stevens from next door.  How did Trevor cope with this
bevy of blondes and brunettes with their hair does and nail varnish,  not
wearing a uniform but different clothes on different days?  There was an
initial embarrassment as he first had to make his way from his room to go
and relieve himself.  They all knew where he was going.  But Trevor in
addition to being a well built attractive young man,  with his dark, though
unruly hair,  and brown eyes,  had also been toughened by being brought up
on the streets of the East End, and facing the Red hordes in Korea.  He had
an attractive mixture of cockney cheekiness and innate charm.

Trevor was also  essentially an open person.   Only in the area of his
sexuality was he closed.  He knew it was an extremely dangerous part of his
being to reveal.  He knew if that got out  then his whole future would be in
jeopardy.  But in answer to female probing,  his parents were dead.  He had
been brought up largely by a guardian.  He lived in Leytonstone.  His limp
was caused by his having been wounded in  Korea.  He even pointed out the
place where he had been wounded,  but he did not show them the scar  on his
leg.  He told them he was going up to Cambridge in October 1953.  And no,
did not have a regular girl friend.  Some of the more brazen girls tried to
engineer situations to their advantage,   but with a cheeky grin and a
charming word he turned such exploits to one side.  As he became more
familiar with the situation he began to tease the girls.   They were sorry
when his work was completed and the time came for him to move on to the
second part of his work plan.

***

It was in the middle of October that two things happened which were to
change the lives of Trevor and Isaac.  As is the way of such things, they
happened within twenty-four hours of each other.

Isaac returned from work on the Friday with some news.  He did not wait
until they were in bed before they started discussing it. In fact Trevor was
out in the scullery preparing their meal. "Trev,  I was summoned to  a
meeting of the directors this afternoon."

"What are they giving you the sack?  Discovered you have had your wicked way
with me?"

"No.  This is serious.  They have offered me another job."

"Promotion?"

"Yes.  It may lead to big promotion."

"Go on spill the beans.  Tell us about it."

"As you know West Germany is really beginning to recover from the effects of
the war.  It looks as though it will soon be the dominant and most dynamic
economy in Western Europe.   We  do a lot of business with Western Germany.
They want me to go over to see about setting  up an office in Frankfurt.  If
it is the right thing for them to do,  I think they will offer me the post
of heading it."

"Why you?"

"I know something about German financial ways,  though I am more than a
little rusty.  But I speak German like a native;  as I am almost,  though
Austrian not German.  The thing against it is, that I am a Jew.  They do not
think that will be too much of a problem for most Germans.  The most
vehement anti-Semitism was in Bavaria,  and, I am sad to say, Austria.  But
the problem might be me,  how would I feel working amongst a people who had
all but exterminated my family."

"What would it involve?"

"Initially a visit to Germany of probably four to six weeks.  I would need
to visit the various people with whom we deal,  and other contacts.
Contacts tend to make more contacts.  There would be a lot of exploratory
talking.  So it would initially involve leaving you back here to fend for
yourself."

"I know how to boil an egg and make a cup of tea."   The familiar cheeky
grin appeared on Trevor's face.

"You're a big boy now.  It would probably do you good to run the house on
your own for a few weeks."

"I'd miss you, Isaac.  I've never slept in this house alone!"

"Have you ever slept anywhere alone?"

"I don't think I have,  come to think of it.   I'll have to find a nice man
to share my bed with."   There was the grin again.

Isaac came across and gave Trevor a kiss and a hug.  "It'd be like National
Service over again,  only I'd be the one going off."

"How long have you to make up your mind?"

"A week.  The directors meet again next week."

"That sounds fair enough."

They talked it over through most of the evening,  and continued when they
were in bed.

The next morning Isaac went off to the synagogue,  and Trevor went off to do
the main weekly shopping.  Isaac got home first.  There were three envelopes
on the mat by the front door.  Two of them looked like bills.  He looked at
the third,  it had an Israeli stamp on it.   Isaac was puzzled and walked
through into the living room.  He took the paper knife from its place on the
mantelpiece, slit open the envelope, and pulled out the letter and read it.

He had just finished reading it when Trevor returned home.  Without a word
Isaac handed Trevor the letter.  Trevor looked at the address on it, - an
apartment in Tel Aviv.  He began to read:-
Dear Isaac,
I am writing to ask for your forgiveness.  When I visited you four or five
years ago I said to you some unkind and hurtful things.  For which I ask
your forgiveness.
I have made many friends here in Israel.  Because we have our backs to the
wall, friendship and relationships are precious in this land of  Israel.
Among my many friends are two men.  I had known them for nearly two years
when I, by chance, discovered that they were like you.   They did not want
sex with women,  but found complete fulfilment both physically and
emotionally with each other.  I was horrified and judged them as I had
judged you;  and I spoke to them much as I had spoken to you.  But unlike
with you I was unable to disappear immediately afterwards.  They persisted
and talked to me.  Two things they emphasised.  First,  their love and
commitment to each other.  Because I already knew them,  and from all that
they said to me,  I realised that they had something as loving and as
beautiful as I have with my wife.    The second thing they showed me,  was
something I had tried to ignore.  There were many like them, who because of
what they were, had been persecuted and exterminated by Hitler in the
Holocaust in the same way as our own people.  They opened my eyes to a
tolerance and understanding I would not have thought possible.  I told them
about you,  and the cruel things I had said.  They suggested I should ask
for your forgiveness and seek to be reconciled to you.  After all you are my
only living relative,  apart from my children.
So uncle Isaac, I ask for your forgiveness.  And if your younger friend is
still with you,  I am afraid I have forgotten his name,  I would like to ask
for his forgiveness too.
I am hoping to come to London on business in a couple of month's time.  Can
I take you out for a meal,  and attempt to get our relationship back on the
right track again.
Your penitent nephew, Joseph.
PS.  You will be please to know I have two sons.  So Hitler did not conclude
the Rosenbaum family line.

Trevor looked up at Isaac,  and saw  tears in his eyes.  He went and put his
arms round Isaac.   "Will you let him take you out for a meal."

"Yes.  But not just me,  you as well.  He shall hear our story.  It cost him
a great deal to write that letter.  No Jew likes asking for forgiveness."

The offer of the job in Germany,  and the letter from Joseph were the two
things that were in time to bring about big changes in the life of Isaac
and, because of that, of Trevor as well.

***

Isaac spent most of November 1952 travelling round West Germany, and also
going to West Berlin..  When he returned and made his report he was offered
the post of heading up his merchant bank's operations in West Germany.  He
was given a month to think this over,  as it would mean a radical change in
his life.   Trevor and Isaac spent many hours talking it over.   Isaac
decided he would like to take the job,  and Trevor was supportive.

"I'm old enough to look after myself.  I managed well enough while you were
away.  I'll be going to Cambridge in October next year anyway.  It is not as
though you are going to an impossible distance away."

That agreed, there was then a long discussion about what to do with the
house in the long run.  They decided that Isaac would aim to come back to
England about once every three or four months.  Trevor would go out to be
with Isaac in Germany for at least a week each vacation.  Their time
together would revolve around the three eight week terms when Trevor had to
be in residence in Cambridge.  Their lives were changing,  and Trevor was
now fully adult.

***

Joseph's long expected visit materialised.  Isaac insisted that he stay with
him and Trevor in Leytonstone,  and not in some hotel.

Trevor came home from work early in January 1953 to find Isaac and Joseph at
home before him.  Immediately Joseph approached him.   "Trevor,  it is good
to see you.  May I apologise and say how sorry I am for all the hurtful
things I said and did when I was last here."

As they shook hands Trevor replied.  "It hurt at the time.  But I've long
forgiven you.  I am only glad that now Isaac is back in contact with the one
member of his family who survived the Holocaust."

"Isaac tells me that you have no family of your own."

"I might have a couple of uncles,  brothers of my father,  but I don't know
whether they came home from the war.  They were last heard of by Dad when
they were in North Africa."  Trevor walked across and put his arm round
Isaac.   "Isaac here, is my family.  He has been as good as any father to
me.  He has shown me the path I should take,  and yes,  given me great
love."  He pulled Isaac closer.

"I can see now what I could not see when I was here  before,  that it is
possible for two men to love each other deeply and intimately.  My two
friends in Israel  show each other love by the way they look at each other,
talk of each other,  and the way they delight in touching each other.  I see
the same with the two of you.  I rejoice,  and thank God for your love."  He
paused for a moment.  "Isaac tells me you have won a scholarship to
Cambridge."

"And that is thanks to this man."   Trevor kissed Isaac on his cheek.

Joseph's visit went well.  He told them more about his time on the farm in
the Alps in Austria during the war.  He told them about Israel.  Isaac asked
many questions on every aspect of life and the current situation in Israel.

***

The great event in the middle of the summer of 1953 was the coronation of
Queen Elizabeth II in Westminster Abbey.

"I'm coming home to the Coronation and for your twenty first birthday,"
wrote Isaac from Germany.   "You are to go out and buy a television so that
we can watch the Coronation on the screen.  Get it installed in the sitting
room."
Trevor did as he was told,  and was one of the many thousands of people who
especially bought a television to watch the service from Westminster Abbey.

Isaac came back from Germany a couple of days before the Coronation.   They
were in bed talking.

"Trev,  I've been thinking.  What about a change of plan.  Shall we go up to
town and watch the coronation procession from somewhere like the Mall?"

"Good idea.  Give me a night free from your sexual molestations," said
Trevor with his cheeky grin.

"I'm the old man who needs a break from the hot ardour of youth!    But
seriously,  what do you think?"

"Bought the television for nothing then."

"I reckon we'll watch it from time to time."

"I think it's a good idea.  I'll be able to see how much Liz has grown since
I last saw her."

"When was that Trev?"

"Georgie Five's Silver Jubilee."

They went and spent the night before the Coronation in the Mall.   They were
near the bottom end close to Admiralty Arch and Trafalgar Square.  In the
middle of the night they heard cheering from up near the Palace.  They
wondered what it was all about. The cheering drew closer,  and then the
reason was passed down among the crowds.   'Everest has been climbed!'
Trevor and Isaac joined in the cheering.   The British and Commonwealth
expedition under John Hunt had succeeded where all previous expeditions had
failed.  Edmund Hilary from New Zealand,  and the Sherpa Tensing were the
first men to stand on the highest point in the world.

They watched the processions: the Queen and the Duke riding in the golden
Coronation Coach to Westminster Abbey.  Then later the return to the Palace
with the Queen wearing the Imperial State Crown.  In spite of the pouring
rain the crowds cheered.   But the person who stole the show,  and won the
hearts of all who saw her, whether in the flesh or on the television, was
Queen Salote of Tonga,  who insisted on keeping the hood of her  coach down
in spite of the pouring rain,  and waved enthusiastically at the crowds..

"I wonder if I will ever see the likes of that again," said Trevor as they
made their weary way back to Leytonstone.

***

Trevor's limp eventually disappeared towards the end of his time working in
the City.  He had worked hard at all the exercises,  and his efforts were
rewarded by a quick recovery.  Within a week of finishing his first job he
had found another.  There was a building boom in Great Britain.  Harold
Macmillan the Minister of Housing promised to get 100,000 houses built a
year.  Critics said it was impossible,  but it was achieved.  But it meant
that there was a desperate need for workers in the construction industry.
Trevor was taken on by a small local builder  who was largely replacing
houses destroyed during the war.  Though Trevor was totally unqualified he
could fetch and carry for the more skilled workers.

He found himself working in a small team of six men house building.   Three
of the men were older and were skilled at their work as bricklayers,  and
one was a joiner.  Two were semi-skilled and could help the skilled men.
Trevor as the totally unskilled man was  kept busy.  He found himself
carrying loads more often up than down ladders.  He would be told to hold
this,  and lift that.  He was also the tea boy.  It was a totally different
way of life to the previous job  with the cackle of feminine voices in the
typing pool.  This was a world of tough labourers.  The language was coarse,
  and swearing abundant.  A few hours and he felt his Limehouse childhood
coming to his rescue. One use of the rhyming slang and the men realised that
in spite of the way he talked now,  he was really a genuine lad from the
East End.  Again events in Korea gained him acceptance.  All the others had
been in one or other of the two wars. The two oldest men had been wounded in
Flanders during the 'first lot'.  Trevor's hands that had become soft with
work in the City,  became callused, blistered and bruised.  For the first
week he came home exhausted, went to bed early,  and slept soundly.  But he
was basically fit,  and the aches and pains soon ceased.  Trevor's plan was
to work through until the end of August and then he would prepare for
Cambridge.

One draw-back of this job was that involved working on Saturday mornings.
The gang he worked with  had a tradition.  Saturday was a half day and they
knocked off at 12.30.  Straight from work they all went to the nearest pub,
usually referred to as the boozer, for a pint.  The three older men just had
one pint of Trueman's before going home to their wives.  The three younger
ones often stayed for a second pint.  The next to youngest man in the gang
was in his mid twenties,  and was called Brian.  He had been called up at
the very end of the war,  but had seen no action.  He was five foot eight
inches in height,  and weighed about twelve stone.  He had very blond hair
and bright blue eyes.  As he had been the fetcher and carrier not long
before so he knew the problems for one new to the job,  so he had proved
helpful to Trevor.  They had talked a bit together,  they had argued
football,  Trevor was still a Spurs supporter,  while Brian supported
Arsenal.  They had laughed at the same dirty jokes.

Trevor had been working with the gang for six weeks when they were all
seated in the boozer drinking their pints of Trueman's.  First the three
older men had left.  Then the other two,  one to return to his wife and
young children,  the other was still courting and he was going 'up West' for
the evening. [See footnote 1] That left Trevor and Brian finishing the last
inch or so of their beers.

"Wot you doing tonight, Trev?" asked Brian.

"Haven't got anything planned.  One or two jobs to do,  but I'm not going
out or anything."

"Want to come to the flicks with me?"

"Why not?  Yea,  good idea."

It was a cool evening and it threatened rain when Trevor left home,  so he
wore his raincoat.  He met Brian  and together they went to the cinema.
They sat upstairs in the gallery.  It was warm  in the cinema so they
removed their coats and sat with them on their laps.  The first film showed
Errol Flynn winning the war in Burma,  with a little assistance from a few
fellow Americans  and without any reference to Bill Slim's 'forgotten' army.
  {Footnote 2]  The second film looked like being one of Hollywood's more
sugary creations.

Half way through the first film Trevor became conscious of Brian's leg
against his. At first he thought nothing of it.  Then he felt some slight
vertical movement,  and a momentary increase of pressure.  After a pause the
movements were repeated.   Trevor decided to respond.  He pressed slightly
back,  and after Brian's vertical movements ceased he did the same a couple
of times.  This happened a couple of times.  Then they looked at each other
and grinned.

Brian's hand moved across  and reaching under Trevor's coat came to rest on
the lower part of Trevor's thigh.  Trevor felt Brian's forefinger gently
rubbing his leg.  It felt good.

Very surreptitiously Trevor moved his hand and under the cover of the coat
on Brian's lap came to rest on the other man's thigh.   Again they looked at
each other and grinned.

Both hands slowly moved up the thigh,  and rested close to the other man's
groin.  Trevor's could sense that Brian was hard,  and he knew that he was
himself.

Brian's hand moved again to feel Trevor's cock.  Trevor leaned across and
whispered in Brian's ear.  "Careful mate,  I don't want to shoot in here."

"Save it till later?"  Brian whispered back.

Trevor nodded.

They both withdrew their hands,  but sat with legs touching and holding
hands  safely out of the sight of their neighbours.

Half way through the Hollywood slush Brian again whispered in Trevor's ear,
"Seen enough?  Shall we go?"

Trevor nodded,  and they left the cinema.  They stood outside on the
pavement and looked at each other.

"Have you got anywhere we can go to?"

Trevor thought very quickly and decided not to take Brian home even though
Isaac was in Germany.  "No."

"I know somewhere.  It's a fine night.  Come with me."   Brian led the way
for a couple of hundred yards.  Then he darted into a cemetery.  It was
fairly overgrown as it had not been looked after since the beginning of the
war.  In the middle of the cemetery there was a disused chapel.  There were
some  buttresses,  and some bushes close to the building  made a secluded
spot.  "This'll 'ave to do." He pushed his way through the bushes and they
came to a small open space where two men could stand unimpeded by any
undergrowth.  Brian turned towards Trevor,  and reached for his crotch.  He
soon felt Trevor begin to harden.

Trevor did the same to Brian  with a similar result.  They undid each
other's fly buttons  and reached in and extracted the enclosed penis.  They
move closer to each other so their cocks touched and rubbed together.

"I've wanted to get my 'ands on you since the day you first joined our
gang,"  said Brian.

"I'm afraid I have to confess I hadn't thought about you this way until this
evening  and you started rubbing against my leg."

"Don't you look at a chap and if 'e's okay want to get going with 'im?"

"Sometimes.  But I think time in the army, with the dangers there, has made
me cautious.  I'm not eager to get into trouble with the law."

"Same 'ere.  But it's a case of nothing ventured nothing won.   You've got a
nice 'andful down there,  Trev lad."

"Your's is not exactly small."  Trevor's reached down under Brian's cock so
he could feel his balls.  "You've got mighty big bollocks, a real handful."

"They've been busy in full production.  I've got a full magazine full of
spunk  that I want to shoot deep up your arse."

"Sounds good by me."  Trevor put his face closer and nibbled at Brian's ear
lobe.

Brian pushed his cheek against Trevor's.  They turned towards each other
and exchanged a small kiss.  That opened the flood gate.  Their kisses
became more passionate.  Tongues probed.  Their desire for each other
mounted.

"Wot's going on in there?"   A voice broke in on them.  A torch was switched
on  and against the wall of the chapel  they could see light reflecting on a
policeman's helmet.  "The Rozzers!" shouted Brian. The policeman was almost
upon them,  just a few branches of bushes stood in the way.   Brian and
Trevor broke apart, and pulled their hard cocks into the safety of their
trousers.  Brian had led Trevor into this sanctum sheltered by bushes and
the wall of the chapel.  He led the way out,  with Trevor following closely.
   The policeman had been forcing his way along between the wall and the
bushes, he did not know the easier way.   The fugitives broke free from the
bushes  and they could hear the policeman not far behind.  They ran  towards
the entrance to the cemetery,  desperately  doing up their fly buttons
without losing too much speed.  When they reached the road  Brian turned to
the left,  and Trevor, with all the street cunning of his years in
Limehouse, ran off to the right.

The policeman slowed for a moment before deciding which man to follow.  He
turned to the right,  but Trevor had gained an extra couple of yards.  The
old skill was still with him, he got into an area of short roads and narrow
alleyways.  The policeman fell further and further behind,  and then lost
him.  Trevor had worked it so that he came out into the High Street near the
cinema.  The film was just over and many people were streaming out on to the
pavement.  Trevor mingled with the crowd and made his way  slowly home.  He
even walked past the policeman who had been chasing him.

On the Sunday afternoon Trevor wrote to Isaac in Germany and told him all
that had happened.

On Monday morning it was back to work.  Brian  sidled up to Trevor,   "Get
home alright on Saturday?"

"Soon lost him."

"Good.  Pity we was interrupted.  I thought we were in for a good time."

"So did I.  Same again next week,  but I'll decide where we go?"

"You got somewhere?"

"I'll give it some thought."

Brian spent the rest of the week trying to get out of Trevor where they
could go. He even made some suggestions.  But Trevor gave nothing away.

The next Saturday evening they went to the cinema.  They sat close again,
both looking forward to what was on promise after the show.  They left the
cinema with the usual crowd.

"This way," said Trevor,  and led Brian to 37 Chelmsford Road.  He marched
up to the front door,  and unlocked it.

"Your folk?  Ain't this as risky as the cemetery?"

"I live here with my guardian.  And he is in Germany at the moment.  You can
stay all night if you want to."

Brian stood there in the hallway.  His mouth open in surprise,  and a slow
smile spread across his face.  "Can I ring my folks to tell them I'm not
coming 'ome?"

"Certainly.  There's the phone.  Want a beer before we get down to carrying
on from where we were so rudely interrupted last week."

While Brian phoned his folk,  Trevor got a couple of bottles of beer from
the cupboard under the stairs.  He opened them both  and handed one to
Brian.  "To us both."

They clinked their bottles together.  "May we have fun."

"Follow me," said Trevor.  He led the way upstairs to the middle bedroom,
his bedroom.  When alone he slept in this room.  The front room  was for him
and Isaac,  and not to be shared with anyone else.  It had not been with Con
or Fergus,  and was not going to be now with Brian.

Brian walked across to the chest of drawers.  He looked first at the
photograph of a smart young soldier.  "That's not you, is it?"

"No.  His name was Eric.  He was killed in Korea saving my life."

"Did the two of you....?"

"No.  We were just about to have some leave in Japan,  and we had just
discovered that we both liked the same thing.  We were planning to get
together properly in Japan."

"That's sad.  He looks a nice guy.   And this?"  Brian held up the Spitfire.

Trevor told Brian the story of the Spitfire.

"Two special men," said Brian,  and wondered if he would be remembered in
some special way.  As Brian turned to put the Spitfire back in place Trevor
came up behind him.   He put his arms around Brian  and pressed his groin
against him.   Brian turned so they faced each other.  They kissed.

"I want to see you stark naked," said Brian.

"Well, let's strip off."

With eyes on each other,  they stripped off  and stood naked in front of
each other.  Brian had very little body hair,  and his legs were covered
with  fine blond hair that was visible only when the light caught it at
certain angles.  Brian had a good sized uncircumcised cock.  As it hardened
the head began to appear  like a smiling face welcoming Trevor.  Trevor
thought the cock was slightly cigar shaped,  but it was partly an illusion,
though it did taper slightly towards the head,  which was not very big.
Their cocks were rising to full hardness.  When fully erect Brian's foreskin
still covered a part of the head.  But what Trevor also noticed was Brian's
testicles.  The impression he had gained in the cemetery was correct.  Even
though they were tightly bunched and not hanging loosely, they were large
and tightly wrinkled.   The two men having seen what was on offer, looked up
into each other's eyes.  They smiled and with one mind they approached each
other.  They kissed,  cuddled and pushed against each other.

"My balls are even fuller that they was last week.  There is one place I
want to empty my load."

"I've been looking forward to it all the week.  Especially watching you at
work.  My cock kept stiffening."

Brian laughed.  "Good.  I like having that effect on young men."

Trevor went over to the chest of drawers and got out a small jar of
Vaseline.  He dipped a finger in,  and handed the jar to Brian.  Trevor
lubricated his arse,  and Brian his cock.

"How do you want me?"

"On your back  with your legs on my shoulders or round my back," answered
Brian.

Trevor positioned himself.

Brian took hold of his cock and rubbed the head gently over Trevor's anus.

Trevor felt his desire rise.

"Shove it  in man.  I want it all," said Trevor.

Brian began to put a little pressure on.  For a moment nothing gave,  and
then it happened Brian's cock was through.  He slowly and steadily pushed
his cock in.  When he was fully in Trevor spoke,  "I can feel those colossal
balls of yours.  You feel good  Brian."

"So do you, Trev."  Brian bent forward and kissed Trevor.

"That cock of yours was worth waiting a week for."

"And your bed is much better than the old cemetery any day."

Brian began to thrust in and out,  slowly at first,  then with mounting
urgency.  Trevor gripped Brian with his legs.  They both groaned with
pleasure.  Brian shifted his position slightly and was immediately on
target.  Trevor rolled around and cried out.   He could not hold back,  his
cock stiffened even more,  and then his spunk shot in great jets from him.
That triggered it for Brian.  He thrust once more deep into Trevor and held
it there.  His cock for a brief moment was still,  and then a great torrent
of spunk poured out from his cock.  He felt it;  Trevor had never felt so
much pour into him.   They were both breathing deeply and their bodies shone
with sweat.

As they came down to earth  they fell into each other's arms.  That night
was the beginning of a relationship that lasted until the middle of
September when Isaac came back for ten days from Germany.  Trevor and Brian
spent every Saturday night with each other.  There was only one Saturday
that was different and that was when Fergus came down from Edinburgh for the
August bank holiday weekend.


Footnotes:-

1.  "Up West."  largely a cockney phrase for the West End of London.   That
is the area of the largest stores, the most fashionable restaurants.  and
most of the theatres and main cinemas.  To go up West,  is to go for an
evening out, to have a good time.
The East End was in those days the poorest part of London.
Between the East End and the West End is the City,  which is roughly the
area covered by Roman and Medieval London.   This is the square mile that is
the commercial and banking heart of London,  in those days still dominated
by the dome of St Paul's Cathedral,  but not for much longer.

2.   Bill Slim is reckoned by some to the best British general in WWII.
Because the limelight of the war was elsewhere, especially on Europe,  the
small, and somewhat poorly equipped army which eventually defeated the
Japanese in Burma, was called the forgotten army.


By Jeff  of jeffyrks@hotmail.com