Date: Tue, 17 Sep 2019 09:29:00 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Evacuee Part 27 (Young Friends) So next morning we were up early and on our bikes off to the swimming hole. It was deserted despite it being a warm day, I guess everyone was still in bed. We got off our bikes and George started to strip off. "Wait!" I said, "I want to recreate the very moment, so strip to your pants, turn your back on me and pull them off and walk towards the water, then turn around to give me a full frontal!". He grinned at me and did as he was told, it wasn't an exact replication but close to my memory, although this time when he turned round he was more like 3 or 3/1 2 inches rather than the 2 1/2. Still very sexy and the most amazing thing I'd seen in my life! I stripped off too and we swam out to the rock. He kissed me on the lips and slipped his hand down to wank me off. Once I was done I did the same to him before we swam for a bit before heading home and wanking each other off in bed, before at bedtime we had a bath and sucked each other off in the bath! The next morning was sunny so we headed off to the pond early to swim and recreate our first 69 experience. This was all lots of fun, reliving our sexual relationship in a microcosm over a weekend! As we cycled back I said I had an idea and told George to follow me, I cycled us off away from home and through the woods, George grinned as he realised where I was going "Our tree!" he said. I pushed him up against the tree and sucked him off like I did the time after the shop. He was keen to do more but I reminded him we had to follow the timeline which was his idea after all. "The tree will still be here next weekend, maybe we can revisit it then" I said winking at him. We got home and after baths George fucked me long, slow and lovingly, and then I fucked him the same way. An amazing weekend of lust and love to commemorate our hopefully life long relationship completed we fell asleep, holding each other close, in love with each other and content with our lives despite the darkness of the war. I woke up in the middle of the night, George was asleep cuddled in to me. I thought about how much my life had changed, how happy I was and wondered what would come next. I also thought it was time to live my experiences rather than write them down, although this diary will form a memoir of the best year of my life. So far! Hopefully many more happy years to come although if one thing I've learned growing up with this war is that you don't know how things will turn out. So this is the end for now, I might write another diary later but with all this bloody schoolwork to do it's all a bit like hard work! *Authors note: *At this point the diary pretty much ends with the odd scribble later on. I never found another diary if he did write one and he's not around to ask. I could make stuff up to continue it but that would be a bit disrespectful to my Grandad so I'll end the story here despite me really wanting to continue it! So what happened next? I know a fair bit of it but there are questions I'll never know the answer to including what happened to everyone in the diary except Grandad and George. I know Grandad didn't ever go back to this parents and lived with the Woods family , they didn't formally adopt him as far as I know but he stayed as part of their family for the rest of his life. He married a local girl in his early 20s, George also married a local girl and they lived very close by for a while. Work took George to Birmingham for a bit and my Grandad down south. Both had a couple of kids. My Grandma died young so my Grandad raised my Mum and Uncle alone until they left home. He then moved back up to Shropshire and moved in with George who was no longer married. They lived together for over 25 years or so I think, for the rest of their days until Grandad died and George went into a home although he didn't last long without him, I remember George well, he was always introduced to me and everyone as Grandad's friend, even in his later years he had a twinkle in his eye. When I saw the odd photo of them from their youths they made a very attractive couple! I wish I had one of the photos to remember them by but last time I asked my Mum she wasn't sure where they were... My Mum doesn't really talk about it, I know she really liked George but I think she was a bit embarrassed about their situation. Grandad was happy to tell me about him being bisexual, he told me that George was gay and had always been, but still wanted children so married and lived a lie for 20 years. That wasn't uncommon though post war, being out and proud was not the done thing. I remember watching the news with Mum when same sex marriage was legalised here in the UK and I could see she was a bit upset. I asked if she was ok and she just said "Your Grandad and George would have loved to see this day". One of the reasons I didn't come out to my Mum as bisexual was that she just didn't get it. Even now she thought Grandad was gay when he was bisexual although I guess the sentiment of them being able to marry was nice. Writing up their experiences did make me wish I'd been able to read the diary while they were still alive so I could ask questions. It's been emotional for me writing this but it does warm my heart to think they were each other's first and last loves, and the first and last chapters of their sex and love lives were spent together. I hope that I've done his story justice. Writing this story using someone else's material as well as the kind comments has persuaded me to start a new fiction story, my first attempt at that although I've got used to throwing a bit of embellishment in my existing ones for narrative effect! Called "Things Are Going To Change" the first chapter should hopefully be already up in the Young Friends category by the time you read this, I had a very vivid dream outlining some of the events that I had to write down and build from. Anyway hope you enjoy, I 'm also going to start working on a new story revisiting rural wartime England as I really enjoyed writing about it, there were certain ideas and things I'd like to have done with The Evacuee that I couldn't because it was true and I didn't want to start making loads of things up! I'll probably write that a bit concurrently with Things Are Going To Change so might start getting chapters up in the next month or two. Anyway, thanks for reading about my Grandad, thanks for the kind comments I got and I hope you enjoyed it!