Date: Wed, 8 May 2019 15:33:09 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Evacuee Part 1 (Young Friends) I still haven't finished recounting my experiences growing up in School Days but am waiting on confirmation from one of the people involved on whether my memories are correct. Also something important personally has come up and I'm going to write about it here instead. As I mentioned in my stories The Bully, School Days and also Backpacking, I wasn't out as a bisexual to my family. However I was close to my grandad growing up and he was probably the only adult who knew that I was. He asked me outright one time whether I was gay or bi and told me he'd guessed as he was a bit too. He'd experimented a fair bit in his youth during the war when he was an evacuee and discussed some of his experiences with me. He also wrote down some of his memories before his memory started to fail him and he left me this book when he died. I'd sort of forgotten about them until a friend mentioned something about evacuees a few weeks ago. So over Easter I visited my Mum and I dug the book out. He wrote it down in diary form and also was pretty descriptive, it was quite difficult reading it as reminded how much I loved him. He didn't hold back and it's quite graphic in parts. He used quite a lot of old school language and a bit of slang so I have taken his writings and written them up here using slightly more modern parlance (everyone knows what wank means but not everyone would understand some of his slang terms, and I much dick to "organ"!),. I have added a little bit of embellishment and turned them a bit more into story form. I hope my Grandad would approve! Oh before I start, Remember to donate to here to keep this great site going: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html So on with Part 1 of the story... London in the war was a strange place, a lot of time you wouldn't realise a war was going on and other times it all felt very very real. By the time the Blitz happened in late 1940 it was a very scary time with bombs dropping, air raid sirens etc. However i was lucky, I missed the Blitz as I'd been evacuated a few months earlier in June of 1940. Even though I lived in a part of London that was quite far from the centre, my parents were keen to get me out of London now that the Nazis had pretty much conquered France. No one knew what was going to happen next so they wanted me out of harms way. So I and thousands of others were packed off out of London. It was a chaotic time, lots of children were on the move. I was devastated to have to leave my parents and begged to be allowed to stay but they were very worried it was dangerous so I had no choice but to go. I got sent off to Shropshire, I think it was to relatives of someone my Father worked with but I'll be honest, that detail I've forgotten. I was 13 years old and had a fairly easy going personality and if I may say so I was also pretty handsome at that age (or maybe cute?!). Well the girls thought so anyway! Not that I'd actually ever got as far as kissing any of them. My eyes were almost green and I had jet black hair. I'd started puberty a few months previously but I was hopelessly naive. While my dick was starting to grow slightly and I was starting to develop a little pubic hair around it I didn't at that stage know what was going on really or how to masturbate or know anything about sex. I had almost painful erections that wouldn't go away and I found myself daydreaming thinking about girls and boys in my class. I had no idea if everyone thought like me, it wasn't something we talked about so for all I knew thinking about kissing boys and girls was what all boys did. I said goodbye to my Mum and boarded a train heading out of London. As luck would have it a couple of my friends were heading up that way so we initially all travelled together until being split off. There were lots of adults around accompanying us on the journey, teachers and I guess people who just wanted to help. I remember we didn't make it all the way to where I was supposed to go to the first day for some reason, I'd like to say I can remember but the journey was a bit of a blur of countrysides, tears and fear about what I'd left behind and what was ahead of me. I know we did end up sleeping in a village hall somewhere in the midlands, me and around 10 other children, a mix of boys and girls, and a couple of adults. I think some local people fed us, at some point I went outside for a piss and was joined by one of the boys. I think he was a bit older than me but he pissed next to me and then quite clearly checked me out while pissing. When he finished he looked at me and grinned, "You've not a bad size, not as big as this though" he said and waved his soft dick in my direction. It was bigger than mine and the biggest I'd seen, not that i'd seen too many. It had a pronounced mushroom head, sticking half out through a dark foreskin. "Do you ever......?" he said and made a wanking motion with his hand. I had no idea what he was talking about and looked a bit confused. "Er, what's that?" . "You know, this!" he said and started jerking his dick slightly as it hardened. "Er no, does it hurt?!" I. He laughed, "blimey, you're missing out. You do this until it gets hard, then keep going until the most amazing feeling washes over you." I was intrigued but said we should go back in, he whispered as we walked in, "sleep next to me this evening and I'll show you when everyone is asleep". I don't remember much of the evening but do remember butterflies in my stomach as wondering what what happen after dark. We slept on and under blankets, I remember it being uncomfortable and one of the adults getting stroppy with us as apparently they should be on their way back to London and didn't want to babysit us or sleep on the floor. That night I slept next to the boy (I'll be honest I can't remember his name!), the adults stayed up later than us so no time to mess around, we both fell asleep. I woke up in the night to gentle shaking, "shhh, come with me", it was the boy. "Who's that?!" said one of the teachers and the boy whispered "maybe in the morning, too risky now" The next morning we were up early and there was no time to learn off the boy which was a shame. We continued our journey, the boy was heading the same way as me for a while but it he and most of the group went off once way towards Shrewsbury I think and me and two boys (Charles and Norman) ended up at in a village hall near Ironbridge. Locals turned up to see us, and two different families took each of the boys I was with. I said goodbye and hoped I'd see them around as it was likely we would all be fairly local to each other. A nicely dressed lady came up to me and said that I must be Tom. I nodded nervously and she smiled again and said she was Mrs Woods and I'd be coming to stay with them for a while. I picked up my bags and followed her to a horse and cart. She said they had a car but petrol was being rationed so it was easier to use the horse most of time. It was a shock for me and it only got weirder as we trotted through empty country roads until we stopped at a nice house just set back from the road with a big garden, a large vegetable patch and what looked like an orchard of apple trees. At this point I'd like to say I was incredibly lucky. A lot of my fellow evacuees were used as free labour, some were barely fed, some were abused, it wasn't all like something out of the Railway Children. However for me the family was great, it was handpicked for me and as they were friends of friends of my father they really welcomed me.. Mrs Woods took me to the house and showed me around. It was big inside, nicely furnished in an old country way. She showed me up to a bedroom with two beds in and said that I'd be sharing with her son George who was also 13. He was at school in the local village but would be home soon. There was an indoor bathroom with a bath, toilet and sink, the master bedroom where Mrs Woods and her husband slept, a third bedroom where her other son William slept. He was 14 but 15 in a few days time. He used to share a room with George but they'd given him his own room a couple of years ago so he had more "privacy" and room to do homework. There was a small fourth room that was Mrs Woods dressing room/Mr Woods study. Mr Woods worked for the electricity or gas board I think, something fairly senior that meant his job was deemed important enough that he was at no risk of conscription and also that they were provided with extra petrol rations for the car as it was deemed important for the war effort that he could travel to and from work. Mrs Woods then ran a bath for me and said I should clean up after my long journey. She asked if I needed a hand and I blushed and said I was fine. I got in the bath after undressing and felt the warm water cleanse and relax me after the stresses and strains of the past few days. I thought about the boy and my dick got rock hard. I decided to try what he suggested and I started moving my hand up and down my hard dick. I sped up and it felt amazing, I started to feel a strange feeling and thought I was going to pee. I kept going anyway and suddenly I saw stars and felt this amazing feeling wash over me, at the same time I shot a little bit of liquid out the end of my dick. I looked at it in shock. I hoped I hadn't broken my dick although it had all felt amazing! I washed it all off and finished my bath, emptied the water, dried off and got changed into some clean clothes.