Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2019 13:59:00 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Evacuee Part 26 (Young friends) So the plan had worked and Will now had Pete to himself. The next day after the plan day, we'd been out playing football and came back to see them fucking on the sofa, with Will deep in Pete's bum thrusting in and out with groaning and moaning and the odd squeal going on. "Thought sensible boys did it in their room eh!" said George grinning. They turned round, both blushed and looked embarrassed. We giggled and left them to it/ Pete stayed over that night as he and Will wanted to head off early somewhere. In the end they overslept and we all had breakfast with Mum. "Hey Will, I needed the loo in the night and I could have sworn I heard grunting from your room, what was going on?!" said George innocently. Pete blushed bright red but Will was ready for George, "Pete was snoring, kept me awake, surprised the whole house didn't hear it!". George raised an eyebrow and said "You must have been snoring too, could have sworn I heard two sounds". Mum then stepped in and said not to make Pete feel uncomfortable, "everyone snores at times, your Dad does and I've certainly you heard you and Tom snore at night". Will winked at me and I blushed, I hope she'd only heard snoring! Although we were usually pretty careful in the house to be quiet if Mum or Dad were in. The rest of the holidays and April and May passed without incident pretty much. We fucked each other, sucked each other, kissed each other for hours and were just head over heels in love. Sometimes it was hard to get the balance right and not be too obvious at school but we did a decent job. I actually had two boys in our school make a sort of move on me. Geoff, a big hulking boy in the year above who was obviously pretty much finished with puberty tried it on after Cricket one time, I'd dropped a few catches and we'd lost and the teacher made me collect all the boundary markers and kit up and bring it to the changing room. George said he'd run home and tell Mum I'd be late, I dropped the kit off and went to get changed. The shower was running and Geoff came out of it naked, sporting a really big dick, "Sorry Tom, thought I was last here." he said as I hurriedly got changed, he walked over to me and said "You know, you're really cute, fancy hanging around for a bit and having some fun?Last chance really as I leave school at the end of the year", I said I had to go home as they were expecting me, he didn't try it on after that though so got the message The other time I was in the store room putting some boxes away after art, Derek (Elton not Candlin) from our year was with me and as I reached up on a chair to put something up he pulled my shorts and pants and giggled, "Wondered what you had down there, looks tasty. Want to see mine?". I pulled my pants and shorts back up and said we should get back to class. "Pity, you're missing out you know, it's just a bit of fun" he said disappointed. George was outraged when I told him in our room after school the second time it happened, "I've got a good mind to go up to them, punch them in the balls and tell them hands off my boyfriend". I giggled and said it was fine and I can handle myself. He smiled and pulled his pants down "why don't you handle me and I'll see if I can handle you" he said and we both giggled, whipped our clothes off and had a nice mutual wanking session on the bed. Aside from that, life rolled on. I hadn't heard from my parents despite writing a couple of letters and I began to think of them less of my parents and more as distant relatives. At times it was also easy to forget there was a war going on, we didn't really see many planes, I'd catch snippets of information when Dad listened to the radio but I was a self obsessed teenager, the war seemed a long way away. Before I knew it was mid June and the one year anniversary of my arrival at the Woods residence. We had a big celebration that Friday night and there were quiet a few tears from everyone except Dad who possibly got a bit choked up though. My life had changed so much in a year it was impossible to have predicted it how things panned out, I was so happy and was looking forward to many more years there. As an urban dweller it had taken me a while to get used to rural England but now I felt more of a Shropshire country boy than the London boy. That night in bed George said he had an idea, "This weekend we're going to recreate our courtship" he said, I giggled at the use of the word "courtship" and said "really?". "Yeah over the couple of days though, can't drag it out like before!". "Ok so first we have to wank in the same room under a blanket?"., "Let's skip that bit, that's not the fun stuff" he said grinning, "So we'll go to the pond tomorrow and wank each other there, then wank each other in bed, then suck each other's dicks in the bath, then go to the pond on Sunday and have a 69 on the rock, without Will this time though. Then I fuck you in bed and you do me, and we've recreated it" He beamed at me and smiled broadly back, "Ok sounds a good plan". I cuddled up to him and told him I'd had the best year of my life, "me too" he said, "I didn't think it was possible to love anyone as much as I love you" he said, "me too" I said simply, "or lust after anyone as much" he said as he slipped his hand down to my dick and started playing with it, his head disappeared under the covers and he started sucking, "hey, you're....oooh...jumping ahead" I said, he pulled off my dick long enough to say "courtship starts tomorrow!" and grinned and went back to sucking me off. After I came I returned the favour and we fell asleep, in love and happy together....