Date: Wed, 8 May 2019 15:33:27 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Evacuee Part 2 (Young Friends) We weren't rich in London but we were comfortable enough that we had a nice house and I had some nice clothes. This helped me to avoid all the lice/dirt insults that a lot of evacuees were faced with. After I got out the bath and came downstairs in my clean clothes, Mrs Woods beamed when she saw me and said I was a handsome boy and cleaned up well. "The local girls at school will be pleased" she said and I blushed although also smiled to myself. Mrs Woods said it was important to her that I made myself at home and felt one of the family. "You'll help William and George with their chores, nothing too onerous, mostly to do with the garden, we try to be as self sufficient as we can with all this rationing. We're very relaxed here in the country, you can call me Mrs Woods, Ma'am, Catherine or even Mum if you like and that isn't too strange for you. I imagine you must be finding it hard." She went on to say I'd be going to school with George and William although it wasn't too long until the summer holidays. She said she hoped I would't get bored without the excitement of London to entertain me, I suspect she thought we did a lot more going out to the theatre and to the attractions of London than we really did. There was a well stocked bookshelf so I knew I'd be ok as I love reading. I picked up a book and sat on a chair reading. Soon after there was a flurry of noise and the boys were home. Mrs Woods called me and introduced me, William was tall with brown hair, he was fair featured, not that handsome but definitely not homely. George was a bit different, he was my size, had blond hair and was definitely very cute. He smiled as we shook hands and he got little dimples in his cheeks as he did. George was keen to show me our room even though I'd been up there so we raced upstairs. He showed off his collection of maps and his books about space. He was really interested in space as was I and we formed a bond straight away. William came in to check all was ok and heard us excitedly talking about space, "Oh no not another bloody space weirdo! Tim, has he showed you his little telescope yet?" he said with a grin. I was very excited he had a telescope and said "not yet but I can't wait for him to show me it" which caused William to giggle. George shot him a dark look and told me to ignore him and he was just messing around. William giggled again and said "Sorry Tom, am sure I've seen George's little telescope before but maybe i'm mistaken. Anyway, nice to meet you, am sure we'll get on well. You can call me Will, or use George's nickname for me..."Big Willy"" he said and smirked at George "Feed me Big Willy!" he said I guess mimicking George's voice.. George jumped at him and swung a few punches looking enraged before William escaped back to his room laughing. He came back in looking miserable and a blushing a bit. "Ignore everything he said, he just does it to wind me up". We hung out chatting and reading about space until Mrs Woods called me down to meet Mr Woods who was back. He was a nice man, more relaxed with me than my father was. I introduced myself and said I was very grateful for them taking me in. He told me to call him Fred, clapped me on the back and said he was pleased to have another boy round the house and especially one so polite, he hoped that it might rub off on his sons. I smiled and said they'd been very friendly so far. He quizzed me a bit about life in London, my family etc and seemed happy with what he heard. It was then time for dinner. I can't remember what Mrs Woods cooked. I remember she was a good cook and I ate better than I did at home. It was always using vegetables usually from the garden, sometimes with meat that she'd buy or barter with other members of the community for, and often there was an apple based dessert. I remember playing a board game after dinner, they had a copy of Monopoly which I'd never seen before and we played for a while until it was probably quite late. I was pretty exhausted after my journey and the emotion of it all and went to bed before everyone else and I remember waking up the next morning late to an empty room. It was the weekend and so it was ok to be up late. I hung around with George all day playing cricket in the garden and generally hanging out. We were getting on really well and he had an easy manner and an infectious laugh about him. That night we went to bed at the same time and I was a bit embarrassed about having to get into my pyjamas in front of him, I turned my back, pulled my pants off and quickly put my pyjamas on. He'd done the same so was also a bit embarrassed I think! The next morning we both woke up to the sound of Will banging on our door saying "wake up lazy bones, breakfast in 10 minutes". I was still half asleep so swung my legs out of bed and sat there. "Looks like someone is pleased to see me" said George with a grin, I looked at him confused and he pointed towards my crotch where I sporting a big bit of morning wood (well as big as it got for me at 13). I blushed bright red and tried to cover up with a blanket, he giggled and said "It's ok, I've got one too" and lifted the blanket to show me him tenting in his pyjamas. "I better go and take care of it in the bathroom" he said and walked past me tenting which made me feel even harder. As soon as he was gone I feverishly masturbated as quickly as I could, thinking of George and his hard dick, I came on my hand and wiped it on a handkerchief and started getting dressed. George came back in and with a giggle said something like "Ah that's better", he got changed with his back to me and I saw his naked bum for the first time which really turned me on for some reason that I didn't understand at the time. I started school on Monday and was pretty nervous. I know in some areas with lots of Evacuees they were educated separately but I was made to feel part of the school and the community. George introduced me to his friends as "my new brother" which made me almost choke up and burst into tears. I held it together though. Everyone was nice to me and I guess George introducing me that way helped mean I wasn't treated as an outsider. The next couple of weeks passed in a blur, I had a letter from home and sent one back. I was doing well in the school and was ahead of most of the class in all subjects. I remember having a horny dream about George and his pyjama tent one night which disturbed me, I really really liked him and I was a bit confused about everything.