Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2017 12:16:04 +0100 From: Robert Thomson Subject: STRANGER THAN FICTION --- 4 WARNING: included in this passage are recollections which some readers might find offensive. Any such readers are advised to leave this site at once. Remember that Nifty relies on donations for continued existence and donate at http://donate.nifty.org.html Robert(Jamie) Thomson writes: STRANGER THAN FICTION --- 4 My former classmate & close friend Phil let me know that he was taking a week of his annual holiday allowance to go back home. He wanted to be there when his older brother Tommy was going to be home on leave at the end of some more training in the Royal Marines. Right after that, he would be going on board a ship along with most of the others he'd trained with, and he didn't know how long he might be away. It wasn't hard for me to understand how much Phil was looking forward to seeing his brother again. Anyone who read earlier parts of this will remember all the kind of stuff they did together. Even seeing how it all happened years before, the two of them stayed fond of each other. I might have got this wrong, but I sometimes thought to myself that they'd stayed like that not in spite of what they'd done with each other, but maybe just because of it. Phil came back to work. I was keen to hear his news. It was summer, so instead of meeting up at the pub, we went to the nearby park on the Sunday after he came back, going to a cafe with its outdoor tables and spending a couple of hours sitting there, drinking coffees and chatting away. How was his brother looking? That was the first thing I asked him. "Looking good, Jamie. He'd a short haircut, not one of those daft buzz-cuts like American soldiers, just neat, and tanned all over from spending so much time outside. Of course he remembered you. I'd told him how the two of us had ended up working near each other & often met up to chat about the past. You'll never guess what he said. 'Oh, Jamie & you. How is he? Always very thick you were as boys. I was pretty sure what was going on with you two, thinking to myself, they're wanking buddies, that's for sure. Was I right?'" "Whew! Phil, that must have come as something of a shock and no mistake. What did you say?" "What could I say? Best thing was just to admit to him that he'd been right." He said forget it, a harmless teenage pastime was what he called it,just a lot of wasted semen and plenty more where it came from. Although he'd guessed what was going on, he never let on to anyone else, and he was sure that his folks and mine had no idea about it." "What else did you and Tommy do?" "Our mum and dad took him somewhere for a meal. I wasn't there, but my sister was. She's a nurse, works not far away. That dog we had for so long had to go last year, but my mum & dad got another, young & very lively, so I took him for walks and played with him in our back garden. Another thing, Jamie, Tommy brought me a nice surprise present. It was swim shorts, exactly the same as they get given in the Marines, blue, with RM in red stitching on the front." "Speedos?" "No, shorts, quite close-fitting, with a pocket inside, and a good strong inner mesh thing to keep your bits in place. Brought them back with me, let you see them sometime. God! Remember those Speedos we all had to have right from the start in Upper School? Red, very tiny. All very well for when we were in Year 1, with almost nothing between our legs, but soon, when everyone's balls started to get bigger, never mind our expanding cocks, they were a real pain to get into, trying to tuck it down over our balls and always worried about getting a hard-on. Think we were relieved to have bigger Speedos by the time we were 14, and not a moment too soon. Anyhow, Tommy and me went for a swim at the indoor pool, that one where you & me went swimming countless times." "Sure, remember it well. Still the same?" "A few changes for the better. Cleaner, new lockers & a non-slip floor in the male changing-room, and wider strong plastic benches to stand or sit on when getting changed, but most still going naked under the showers. The time I went there with Tommy there were only a few others swimming, including some noisy kids, maybe 12-13 years old, a couple of them already with some hair above their cocks, larking about under the showers, pretending to fuck one another. I couldn't help seeing them when we went in there to get changed. They cleared off pretty fast. Maybe Tommy told them to scram while I was in the lav. I was bursting for a pee, so I went to the lav in the changing room as soon as we arrived. When I'd done, Tommy had already got his swim shorts on, standing there while I got my clothes off, waiting to see if the thing he'd given me fitted OK. It was fine, very comfortable, couldn't have been better. After both standing under the shower like everyone has to, we swam for something near an hour. I'd almost forgotten what a good swimmer he is. It was that & hockey he was dead keen on when he was at school. It was only when we went to have a shower to get the smell of the pool water off us, and both of us pulled off our wet shorts, leaving them on the bench by our lockers, that was when I was amazed to see that he hadn't even a trace of hair round his cock. As we stood under the shower for a few minutes, I didn't say anything, looking again while we were standing close beside each other as we were getting dried, trying hard not to stare. Not a hair anywhere there, but the long fair hair still all the way down his legs from just under his backside, and the same all over his thighs & lower legs to just short of his ankles. I made up my mind to ask him why he'd had all his pubes off. He'd also had a tattoo done quite far up on his right arm, all the way round it, one of these very pricey curly designs. Another time he'd told me how the Royal Marines wouldn't take anyone with inkings on hands or necks or anywhere visible when in uniform and that went also when they were in shirts with short sleeves. Anyone who got a tattoo in a forbidden place after they'd joined would be discharged. "Did you ask him about getting rid of his pubes?" "Well, Jamie, it's ages ago now, but you surely remember me telling you around age 13 how I was secretly envious of my brother's cock? It wasn't just the length & thickness of it & his big balls. His pubes seemed to grow in very fast and I couldn't wait for mine to show. Tommy's a bit fairer than me. By the time he was 16, he still didn't need to shave much, but he had a big patch of gingery curly hair just above his cock and the start of these long fair hairs all the way down his legs, back & front. Right after that swim, we went to have something to eat & drink at the place near the pool. I plucked up the courage to ask him why he'd done that. He just grinned, saying 'Fair enough question, don't worry about asking me that.' He said they all did it, right from early on in their training and kept on doing it just as often as it grew in again. It was to make it easier to stay clean, especially when they had to go to places where water for washing was scarce. I could see how it would be easy enough to get it off from down the front, but what about his balls & right through between his legs?" "Wow! Phil! Did you ask him that?" "Sure, he obviously didn't mind my curiosity. He was always like that with me, ever since we were a lot younger. I could ask him anything, so many secrets between us." He said he & the rest of them used scissors at first to trim the hair short, and then used razors & shaving foam, helping each other when it came to their balls, underneath there, and further between their legs. "Bloody amazing! How did any of them keep from getting a hard-on from being touched down there? It couldn't have been done without them lying on their backs or sitting on a chair with their legs up, with their mates getting hold of their cocks & lifting them up." "Asked him that too, Jamie. First thing he said was 'Huh! Trust you to think of that!'" Then he told me how they were together 24/7, all completely used to each other and none of them ever got a hard-on when any mate was helping with the shaving. It was nothing more than a routine. "Did you ask him about the Indian lad Sammy, the one I reckoned might have been cock-sucking with your brother?" "Yes, did that, one of the times we were sitting in his old bedroom looking at some of his school photos, and having a laugh about how Tommy had gone on & on about joining the Royal Marines while he was still at school. Sammy was in more than one of the hockey photos. Tommy said he'd qualified as a doctor and had gone back to India, that's all, but he sometimes heard from him, email mostly." I said, "If I was right, Sammy must have had a head start in Anatomy and Physiology." We had a good laugh at the idea. (End)