Flip's Tale
Chapter
Seven
The Sequel: Part 1: Autumn 2000
S1: Stuart
As term at Edinburgh did not begin until October Tom and I had almost another month to get used to not being at school any more. His father and mother had to move out of the local police house on Wednesday September 13th because of his promotion to Inspector and they were having to move to the local headquarters and new accommodation. Tom and I made tentative plans for him to move into Aunt Margaret's with me, but, a) we had to inform his parents and Aunt Margaret about our intentions, and b) I had to square it with Stuart who was quite happily sharing my room, and my bed. So, Stuart would have to be turfed out into the spare room and a lonely bed, and a rather terrifying set of statements would have to be made and we didn't know how the grown-ups, as we called them, would take on board what we had to tell them
Stuart was also a bit apprehensive over the August Bank Holiday weekend. He was to start a new school, in an unfamiliar country, with an unfamiliar syllabus, and with unfamiliar peers. At least there was one lad in the village who would be in the same Year as him. Aunt Margaret had made certain he and the other lad, Mr Ferguson's grandson, Archie, were introduced and I was glad to see they did get on quite well. Archie had been away for most of the summer holidays so he seemed very pleased to see someone in the village of his own age. Whether it was because neither had age-mates in the vicinity they did seem to hit it off together immediately. Stuart abandoned Tom and me, to our relief somewhat, and he and Archie disappeared off, exploring on their mountain bicycles most days during the last couple of weeks of the school holidays just as I and Tom had done, without benefit of transport, during our holidays over the past four years.
I liked the look of Archie. He was a stocky lad, a bit older than Stuart, already just over fifteen. He wasn't near so tall as Stuart - only about five foot six to Stuart's five feet ten, but he looked a real toughie. Mr Ferguson doted on his grandson and I'd seen Archie fishing with his granddad many times in his younger days when Tom and I had been on our hikes. Tom had a rather pensive look on his face when he saw the enthusiasm Stuart had for Archie's company but I didn't enquire. Stuart didn't say much to begin with about where they went but they often came back with fish and Aunt Margaret grilled his share for our supper.
About a couple of weeks after Stuart arrived we were in bed one night, in fact, I think it was a couple of nights before he was going to start his new school and I'd noticed he'd been even more edgy all evening. I put it down to fear of the new school. However, whatever was bugging him didn't interfere with the eagerness which he evinced as we went through the mutual process of curing that extra itch which boys seem to have once their feet leave the floor in their bedrooms at night. I didn't tell Stuart that Tom and I had already indulged in a very leisurely session that afternoon while he and Archie were out somewhere, but I did notice I took a bit longer than usual to produce his ration of my boycream as I still called it.
We snuggled together with his head on my shoulder. We often went to sleep like this but tonight Stuart was a bit restless even though I thought the mighty orgasm he'd just had would quieten down an elephant. I waited to see if he would settle down. If he didn't I was going to carefully move him, great lump that he was, over, away from me in the bed so I could get my well-earned beauty sleep.
“Flip?” he started rather hesitantly, “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes,” I said, wanting nothing more than silence and a chance to drop off to sleep as my bodily needs had been more than satisfied that day.
“Will I get as big as you?” he asked.
“Christ Almighty!” I expostulated. I didn't want long discussions about growth at this time of night! “You're not even fifteen and you're nearly six foot already. You're as tall and probably taller than I was at that age and the amount you eat you must still be growing.”
I felt him recoil at my outburst. I knew I'd touched a raw nerve. I put a hand out and stroked his bare, muscular back.
“Sorry, Stuart, I didn't mean saying it like that,” I said contritely, “What's the matter?”
“Oh, Flip, I didn't mean that,” he said, rather subdued, “I mean down there!”
His hand jabbed me somewhere in the stomach region and moved downwards. I knew what he meant.
“What do you want to know?” I asked.
“Well, you and Tom are so big, you know, you've both got big cocks and I haven't and Archie's...” he stopped and put his arm round me and hugged me tight. “....His cock is bigger than mine,” he whispered.
Oh, so he and Archie had been comparing attributes had they! I forbore from asking straight off what little adventures they'd had off their bicycles. I didn't think all their time had been spent tickling for trout for supper! Probably other fishy business!
“What about Kenny?” I asked, knowing from previous revelations that he and his pal Kenny had regular wanking sessions.
“Well, we're the same as each other and he's a month younger than me.”
“Look, Stuart, you're not quite fifteen yet. When I was your age my cock was just like yours, in fact I think it might have been a bit smaller. Archie's lucky, his has grown sooner than yours but it might not grow much more, and anyway, he's about three months older than you, isn't he? Mine didn't stop growing until I was nearly seventeen and it's just got fatter since.” I squeezed his arm and put my mouth near his ear. “Tom says if it gets much thicker he'll have to have his teeth taken out to make more room. But”... Here I paused to make an admission. “...His is thicker than mine.”
Stuart gave a little giggle. “I know!”
He was silent for a moment.
“How will I know when it's grown?”
“I really don't know?”
“You're going to be a doctor so you should know.”
“Look Stuart, I haven't even started studying to be a doctor yet. As soon as we have a lecture on how big boys' cocks grow I'll let you know, but that may be in four year's time!”
I was heaving with laughter. Big brothers had to be accurate and comprehensive founts of knowledge. What could I do. I had an answer.
“Look, why don't you do an Internet search tomorrow?”
Aunt Margaret didn't mind if we went on-line after one o'clock when BT's a bit cheaper and anyway she said she can put it down to expenses. Her computer didn't have a modem but Stuart's lap-top did and he used it mainly to send e-mails to Kenny.
“Good, I'll use Google, but what should I put?”
“Penis size, boys of nearly fifteen with big mouths and large feet, and now shut your mouth and let me get some sleep or I won't be in a fit state to start studying to be a doctor!”
“It's not fair, you've got another month before you go to Edinburgh.....”
I put a hand over his mouth and kissed his forehead.
“Shut up or I'll find out how to shrink little boys' cocks, like those natives used to shrink heads, first time I'm in the library!”
Obediently he shut up, kissed my shoulder and we both fell into a deep sleep.
I was awakened with a throaty whisper in my ear and a stiff prick thrust into my hand.
“Do you think it's grown much overnight?”
“Shut up, you little toad, let me sleep. Do it yourself.”
“Come on Flip,” he whined, “I want it now, and I want my big brother!”
I rolled over on top of him. He was giggling almost uncontrollably.
“Come on Flip, Aunt Margaret's had to go out on a call, I heard the phone at half past six and your prick's been hard ever since I woke up then.”
Little bastard. He'd had a crafty feel. Yes, I had a raging hardon. I also had a great urge to fuck my little brother, but I desisted. As I lay on top of him, hoping to press the breath out of him, I reached down and grabbed both rampant cocks and rubbed them together, up and down. At the same time I thrust my tongue into his mouth and the combination of the tongue-fucking and the friction made both of us fire our wads within minutes.
When I regained my breath and composure I rolled off him, squelching slightly as I did so. The Menzies boys were no slouches in the spunk production department!
“Christ, Stuart!” I said with a degree of emphasis, “If a little cock like that can produce so much spunk I don't know what you're worried about.”
My little brother was no fool! He turned to me scooping up some of the combined load on his stomach and smeared it over my cheek.
“My cock only fires it. My balls make it, you should know that..., and I want a bigger gun!”
I laughed. “Don't you worry, you'll get it....” I thought, I'll get my own back for being woken so early. “....Now, tell me about you and Archie.”
That flummoxed him. He obviously had to do a quick think... He remembered what he'd said the night before. He'd told me about Kenny before he'd let the cat out of the bag when he'd said Archie was bigger than him. Ergo... Confession time.
“Oh, well,” he began.... Then stopped.
I prodded him.
“I want to know,” I said sententiously, “And I want to know everything.”
He moved closer and snuggled up tight.
“He wanted to know what it was like to fuck somebody yesterday but I wouldn't let him do it to me 'cause I said his prick's too big. And he asked if I'd done it yet.”
Oh, my God! Heavy brother coming up!!
“Have you done that to him, or anyone else? Girl or boy?”
I felt his head shake a decisive negative.
“Look, Stuart,” I began, “You've got to slow things down. Tell me what you've done already.”
“Same as we've done. You know, toss each other off and suck. I haven't done anything with girls. I don't really know any. Our old school was all boys, remember.”
I ignored the last.
“But you've only been going around with Archie for a couple of weeks.”
He snuggled closer. “We jacked each other off the first day.”
Huh, quick worker. “Who started it, you or him?”
“Oh, he did. We were sitting by the loch and he said he was horny, and he said that I looked horny as well, and then he said he wanted a bloody good wank. Just like that.” He chuckled. “I'm always horny, just like you....”
“Don't bring me into it.. Are you sure he started it?”
I felt him nodding vigorously. I wasn't going to disbelieve my own brother. Ready now for the heavy brother treatment!
“Look Stuart, I don't mind you and Archie just doing that. Even the sucking, but I don't approve of you and him doing anything else....”
“But you and Tom...”
“Look, Stuart, I think Tom and me are a bit different. You like Archie and boys will experiment, just like you and Archie now, and you and Kenny in the past. Tom and I love each other and that's quite different. We've known that since we were about your age but we knew it almost from the day we met. You don't love Archie and I don't think you ought to encourage him. Have a friendly wank but don't get involved in anything you can't control. I know I'm gay and I know you're straight, and I think you know that. So, please, Stuart, be good and kind to Archie but don't get carried away. What I've seen of him I like, I think he'll be a good friend. You're going to need him at your new school. He knows all the other kids. Now, you don't want someone who might let out secrets of more than most boys do together if you piss him off over something, so be careful. Archie's a schoolfriend - no more! Just remember you can always ask me anything or tell me anything - whatever you want to know or tell there's me, or Tom. Tom's your brother as well now. OK?”
I put my arms round him and hugged him tight for some minutes as he nuzzled my neck brushing under my chin with his lips. The heat from our bodies was drying our cum as we stuck together and we both giggled and this broke the ice as well as the surface tension of the bodily fluid.
“Thanks Flip, I know you're not angry with me. I won't do anything else, and I won't let Archie, I promise,” he murmured. “I love you and Tom and I'm going to miss you even more now than I did before. You love me too, I know that. I'm glad I've got two big brothers now....” he paused. “.....And when are you going to tell Aunt Margaret and Tom's mum and dad?”
Perceptive boy. Tom and I had only discussed that very issue the afternoon before and decided to tell them all the next Sunday, well before the move. I knew that Aunt Margaret and us two boys had been invited over to have a farewell Sunday lunch at the McLarens. Tom would be on home territory. We also had to see if he could come and stay with me. I'd better broach that with Stuart first.
“Look, Stuart, you're not to say anything about it, but Tom and I plan to say about our commitment to each other after the lunch we're all having at the McLarens.”
He leaned up and back and grinned broadly.
“They know, even if you haven't told them yet. They must know. I knew before you told me.”
“Yes, Stuart, I expect they've guessed something, but what I haven't told you and what we'll tell them is what we intend to do soon.”
Stuart looked at me with a puzzled look.
“What do you mean?”
“If I tell you, you mustn't say anything because it's me and Tom who have to say it. Promise?”
He nodded energetically. “Of course, I promise, but I can guess.”
“No guessing, I'll tell you, but I'll show you something first.”
I reached over to the bedside cabinet and opened the drawer and took out the jeweller's box Ghazi had given me. I switched on the bedside light and, turning towards Stuart, I opened the box slowly. He gasped when he saw the ring. It shone with a rich silvery light. I took it from the box and put it on his outstretched hand. He looked at it intently.
“It's lovely,” he said, “What's it made from? It's very heavy. And has Tom got one 'cause there's T and P there?”
“Yes, it is lovely, it's platinum and Tom has an identical one. Ghazi bought them for us, not this summer but last summer. He knew then we loved each other and he had confidence in us that we would keep on loving each other. I love Tom even more each time I'm with him and we are going to make our commitment to each other with the rings. All our friends know this and Ghazi is one of my best friends after Tom.”
Stuart turned the ring over carefully and scrutinised the engraved initials.
“I wish I had good best friends like you've got, Flip, like all those initials you've got on your watch.”
“You have, you've got me and Tom, and Darryll and Michael and Kenny and now you've got Archie. You'll make other friends at school. You know what happened to me. If I'd stayed at home with you and mum I expect my only friend would have been Michael and would he want someone in the end who had a reputation like mine. I was lucky being sent away to school because I learned a lot quickly and I'm grateful for all the friendships I've made, especially Ghazi. Remember, I've told you there were seven of us and we had to cope with each other every day and all day. But all that isn't anything compared with being with my Tom.”
“I want to meet Ghazi and your other friends. Will they be there when you make your commitment? Can I be there?”
I kissed him on the cheek. “Of course you'll be there, but nothing's planned yet.”
“And do you want Tom to come and stay in here with you until you go to Edinburgh? 'Cause I want him to. I'll have the other room. I'll ask Aunt Margaret for you.”
“Oh, Stuart,” I said, almost breaking down, “Oh Stuart, my lovely brother, you are so kind. Of course I want Tom but I don't want you to be lonely.”
The evil child sniggered. “At least I won't have to see you're satisfied every night.”
“Give me back my ring, you horrible child,” I said, recovering quickly and swatting his bare bum with a free hand. “You'll probably just wank yourself senseless every night without my restraining influence.”
He leaned over and put the ring into the box I was still holding in my other hand.
He kissed my cheek, then snickered. “I love you so much, Flip, and I'd rather have you wank me senseless every night - you've had so much more practice.”
What do you do with younger brothers?
S2: The Move
Things moved rapidly that morning. Stuart went off well before nine o'clock to meet Archie and get a morning's worth of nefarious activities, no doubt. He assured me they were cycling into Fort William, a return distance of some thirty or so miles, just so Archie could exchange some mis-fitting trainers his mother had got for him the previous week. Better exercising his legs that way than on his back in the heather, I thought! He said he'd be back for lunch and he'd be hungry. Toad!
Aunt Margaret returned from her house-call just after nine announcing it was another infant delivered into this wicked world so I got breakfast ready for her while she showered and changed. I'd just handed her a rack of toast and poured another coffee for both of us when she said she had something to say to me. I sat opposite her at the kitchen table.
“Now, Flip, “ she began in her usual brisk manner, “Tom can move in with you over the next couple of days because it's stupid him taking all his stuff up to the new house and then carting it all back down again when you're living together here when you're not in Edinburgh."
I must have looked a picture, I was astounded.
"You might be intelligent but you are quite stupid at the same time," she said, laughing. "You and Tom are made for one another and I certainly know what's been going on for the past four years. You don't think I haven't been watching how your love for Tom and his love for you has been developing." She paused. "I want you two to be together. As I said, you're made for each other and Tom's parents think the same."
I gaped again, lost for words. Had we been discussed? Aunt Margaret read my thoughts.
"You must think we live on another planet," she grinned, "We've all watched you two grow together and even though Tom and Jeannie aren't likely to have any grandchildren they look on you as much as their son as they do young Tom."
I shook my head almost with disbelief.
"And you needn't worry about Stuart, he told me yesterday he wants to move into the spare room. He said yours is so cluttered he needs his own space." She grinned again. "He's so transparent - I could see he wants you and Tom together here too."
I got up, knelt beside her and flung my arms round Aunt Margaret.
“I didn't know how we were going to tell you all,” I said, “Thanks.”
“That's that then,” Aunt Margaret said, ruffling my hair, “Get up and you can spend time this morning tidying your room and making space for Tom's clobber.” She smiled as I got up and stood back. “I love you very much, Flip, I didn't know what was going to happen four years ago, but you've made it and now you and Tom will be very happy together, I know! Now, come on, chop, chop, I've got patients queuing up and you'll find out soon enough that patients come first!”
I couldn't began to speak. I knew things were going to be OK. Aunt Margaret and Stuart hadn't spoken together but they both knew, instinctively and through observation what was going on. Tom and I had been quite oblivious to all this - almost living in our own little world, or as Aunt Margaret had said, a different planet.
Thinking about it as I washed up the breakfast things, after giving Aunt Margaret the biggest kiss I could muster as she rushed to the door with her medical bag, all our other friends had known as well and supported us. Ghazi with the gift of the rings, Hamed and Clyde with their knowledge of Ghazi's purchases, Paul with the invites for both of us to Linnhe, Little Dick and Fergie in their own ways, Mr and Mrs Douglas entrusting us with Pete, Mr McCrae and what he said to Tom, and even Clyde's granddaddy in having the rings engraved. All had known, all had contributed in some way; Stuart now, and, from the conversation this morning, Aunt Margaret and Tom's parents. I couldn't have been happier.
My reverie was broken by a tap on the door and the appearance of an unusually glum-looking Tom. He was carrying a rather bulging travel bag.
“I've been thrown out!” he began, then burst into roars of laughter at my immediate stricken look of alarm. He dropped the bag and rushed to me enveloping me in a great hug oblivious to the fact I had knives and forks in my hands - these dropped harmlessly into the sink but with a frightful clatter. “I'm moving in with you, permanently, at least that's what Mum and Dad said last night. Dad said if you didn't want me I would have to go in your Aunt's back shed. No, Flip, they want me to live with you and I do so want to as well! You'll have me won't you?”
He was so excited. He babbled on about wanting to rush over the night before after he and his parents had discussed things. He said he didn't realise they knew. Another stupid boy! After he'd calmed down a bit I also calmly put my drying-up cloth down and, trying to keep a straight face and my excitement at a low level, said there were more things to discuss.
“For instance, firstly,” I began, holding up one hand and counting off a finger, “There's my brother Stuart. We share a room and a bed. He's my young brother and I have to protect him from the evils of this world. It'll be another year before he's legally old enough for you to lay a finger on him if the three of us share my bed......”
I couldn't sustain it - I just collapsed in laughing. “Oh, Tom, Stuart's already told me this morning he wants to move into the spare room so you can move in with me. It seems everyone else has plans for us and we've been worrying quite unnecessarily about things. He's gone off to Fort William with that sex-maniac Archie...” Here I noticed Tom's eyebrows rising. “...it's OK, nothing too dreadful, I'll tell you later, but bring your things in.”
He lugged the bag into my, now OUR, room and dropped it by the bed. A millisecond later we were on the bed just holding each other tightly, not sexually, not sensuously, just lovingly. We didn't need to do anything, just being together made the magic happen. We both knew each others thoughts, almost as if we had always been together. I suppose it must be like identical twins, like those horror friends of Paul's who he said uncannily worked as one.
Anyway, we didn't waste time. Tom made four trips across to the Police House and came back with clothes, books, photos, even a hockey stick, which seemed to fill every available space in a sizeable room. Aunt Margaret looked in after surgery and over a cup of coffee said she was so glad we were now properly together. On seeing the room she immediately phoned a local carpenter for him to come and measure up for more shelves in OUR room and in Stuart's room. She then said we were to go into Fort William that afternoon and choose new curtain fabric. She grinned and said that would be something to witness, two great hulks fingering the muslins and cottons! Tom immediately said he wanted little pink and blue flowers as that made him think of a nursery. I swiped him one and said we would have red and gold to match my hair and my personality. Aunt Margaret laughed and said she hoped the assistant serving us was one of her patients so she could catch up on what was said in the shop. She then produced the measurements from nearly twenty years before when she'd had the present drapes made when she first moved in. She said it would be best if Tom supervised the choice and with a grin and cheerful wave she rushed off to visit more patients.
Tom and I had an early lunch and I left a stack of sandwiches for Stuart, and no doubt Archie, and we set off in my car for Fort William. We didn't see the pair cycling back along the road so assumed they had found a shady nook for some mutual comparisons and release of tensions.
The young lady in the shop was helpfulness itself. We both spotted immediately the material we wanted and said it was for a bedroom in Dr Menzies' bungalow in Glenfinnan. Sure enough, she said she knew Dr Menzies and wasn't I her nephew and we had actually danced together at the Glenfinnan Ceilidh. She then said her young brother Archie and my brother had been in the shop this morning and wasn't he like me. I also found out she was married to the soldier who was the one who had passed on the kilt I had from her grandfather, Mr Ferguson. I was quite bewildered by all this but, I suppose, living in a smallish community everyone knows everyone else, or is related to everyone else! Anyway, she approved of the material we had chosen and said she would personally see it was made up to the correct specification within the week. Tom, of course was then chatted to and congratulated on having a father who deserved such a promotion and where would he be living now? Tom said he was moving into the bungalow until we went to Edinburgh. “Then I wish you to be happy together,” were her parting words. How does everyone know?
We mooched around Fort William for a bit and I bought my young brother a football shirt in his school colours. I was feeling generous after our little talk this morning.
S3:Knowledge and Retribution
When we got back Tom went off to the Police House to see if there was anything thing else left. I hoped not, the room was cluttered enough already. All was quiet, the sandwiches were gone and two plates were on the draining board - washed up, I noticed. The worm was turning as Stuart was a dab hand usually at leaving things around. I went along to the spare room to leave the football shirt on his bed. Stuart was there, sitting in the easy chair by the window reading the latest, rather thick, Harry Potter book. Mustn't denigrate them as I've read them all with relish. I, in fact, had wondered many times what delights a magic wand and a few spells might conjure up! There was also a sizeable pile of paper on his bed. Looked like printouts.
“Something for you,” I said, dropping the bag on his bed. “Where's Archie? I've just met his sister in Fort William.”
“Yeah,” he said, sticking a piece of paper in the book and dropping it to the floor, “Saw her this morning. That's his eldest sister. He's got two. That one seems very nice, like Archie. He's got to help his mother. What's that?”
Telegraphic, succinct.
“Something for you,” I said, “From a very generous brother.”
He grabbed the bag and opened it. His eyes opened.
“Caw, ta, Flip,” he said quite enthusiastically, “I need a spare 'cause Archie says I'll have a good chance to be in a team.”
“If there's any of my old stuff you want have a rake around,” I said generously.
“Already have,” he said, pointing to a substantial pile of gear heaped at the top of his bed. “Thanks, it'll all be useful.”
I walked over to the bed. I recognised some fairly new things of mine but then thought he might as well have them. The pile of paper also looked interesting. Whatever he'd done had produced a substantial little pile. Unfortunately, the pile of paper was upside down so I couldn't see what was printed out.
“What's this?” I asked, pointing at the heap. “I hope you haven't used up all Aunt Margaret's paper.”
He grinned. “Naw, there's plenty in the box. I did as you said this morning and went on Google. Found a lot. Some ve.....ry peculiar sites I can tell you but I did find a very useful one, it's called jackinworld.”
I raised my eyebrows. He grinned back.
“Oh, it's OK, it's for boys and it's got lots of stuff.” He pursed his lips and looked up slyly at me. “Shan't be lonely while you're away. I've learnt a lot. Tells you all sorts of different ways, you know, for jacking off.”
Oh God, my little brother is now teaching me. I didn't say anything, just stared at him.
“I found out I'm OK. They've done surveys. You and Tom are big,” he paused and stared at me. “Crikey, did you know most boys in America are circumcised? And they had a picture of ancient Egyptians doing it.”
I must have looked puzzled.
“Circumcising some kid!” he clarified, “Ugggh! I thought they only did it to babies.”
I was dying to have a riffle through the pages but I'd better not show too much interest.
“And how did you get the printouts?” I asked, knowing he only had his lap-top and Aunt Margaret's computer in her office was ancient, well at least four years old, but she did have a new ink-jet printer.
“Oh, I found the driver disk in the printer box and loaded it down to my lap-top and hooked up to Aunt's printer and went on-line. It was fab!”
Little brothers, ten times more knowledgeable about modern technology! I still wanted to see the printouts.
“Go on, Flip, have a look!” He looked at me with a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Bet ya learn something you didn't know!” He began to giggle as I stared pointedly at his lower abdomen region. “It's OK, took care of it!”
I casually picked up the bundle and leafed through. Most informative. I did learn several new things even from that cursory glance.
“I think I'd better have a proper look later,” I said, not wanting to indicate to my brother that one method I'd read was having a slightly arousing effect. “Those tables of results look interesting.”
“Yeah!” he said, “Especially all the kids who've done it with others.”
I put the papers back on the bed.
“You'd better put those away safely so nobody finds them,” I instructed him.
“Yeah, I've pinched one of Aunt Margaret's folders, but I left them out for you to see.”
“Well, you'd better put them away now and I can see them another time.”
He handed me a folder which he picked up from the floor beside him. I put the pile inside and put the folder down on the dressing table.
“And Tom?” he asked guilelessly, “He could have a look as well? Anyway,” he continued, before I could say anything, “If you and Tom are in that room you'd better not make as much row every night as you did last Wednesday afternoon. You'll wake Aunt Margaret and she's three rooms along!”
“What do you mean? Last Wednesday, where were you?”
My mind raced back. Last Wednesday afternoon? Oh, help! Was that the day Tom and I had indulged freely in my room in an empty bungalow?
The toad sniggered. “I was in here reading. And I don't know what you were doing to Tom but you certainly made him holler and you weren't all that quiet yourself a bit later. You should shut your door or issue earplugs!”
I went over to him and he sat back in the chair with his hands up in self-defence or submission, grinning. Grinning! I'll make the little bastard submit!
“You were fucking spying on us, you snivelling little bastard,“ I said, “Did you come along and watch?”
I was standing over him now, he was curling up and laughing.
“What for, I heard enough! Actually it was rather exciting, I came twice while you two were at it. I didn't need to watch, the sounds were enough! You must tell me what you were doing, especially to make Tom go 'OOOOOOOOH' so loud.”
His imitation of Tom was uncannily accurate. I knew what I had been doing. I had washed my saliva dripping tongue from his neck down to his shaft, backwards and forwards, while wanking him slowly and steadily. The loud and prolonged 'OH' was his response to the treatment as he fired off a veritable fusillade of warm spunk which missed my face by inches. He had immediately grabbed me and sucked me dry in a couple of minutes and that was when I became vocal. And the toad was wanking himself at the same time enjoying the vicarious pleasure!
“You should have said you were here, you little fucker,” I said, “That's spying!”
“S'not, it's you who should be more careful, it might have been Aunt Margaret in her room with a migraine. That noise was enough to give anyone a migraine!” He laughed again. “It's you two, you're a real pair of horny buggers!”
“I say you were spying.” I knew I hadn't a leg to stand on but I couldn't let my little brother get the better of me, could I? “I'll tan your cheeky little arse for you!”
He grinned up at me. “You and whose army?”
I'd heard those words before. Years of tussling with Ghazi and the others had taught me a move or two, or three. I reached down and hauled him up, all eleven or so stone of him, and had him over the bed in a trice. He was writhing and giggling at the same time so I knew I had the better of him. My expert fingers soon had his jeans undone and down to his knees, rapidly followed by his black boxers. His black boxers? MY black boxers! The crafty sod! The rake through of my possessions had been very thorough. I soon had him pinned with a knee in the small of his back and his bare, slightly sun-tanned arse ready. I gave him six good hearty slaps, reddening his cheeks a bit. I let go and he rolled over, still laughing, with his near enough six inches of rampant boymeat stuck up in the air.
“I'll make you fucking go 'OH'” I said with mock anger and held him down by his chest and gave him the most violent, fast and furious wank I could muster. Wow, didn't he holler! He opened his mouth and gave vent to the most almighty screech as he shot the biggest load I'd seen him make so far. I remembered he'd already fired a copious amount earlier in the day and I wouldn't have been surprised if he and Archie hadn't had a session together earlier and he'd obviously had another when reading the stuff on the computer. I did have the kindness to stop pounding his prick as soon as the final squirt appeared - I knew the almost unbearable pain one got if one's companion tried to go on. Perhaps I should have, just to make my point a bit stronger. He was gasping for breath as I removed my knee from his midriff.
“Gosh, Flip,” he gasped out at last, then smiled and shook his head, “That was wonderful. I wish I was Tom! I'd want you all the time! Oh my God!”
Retribution, my arse! The toad had revelled in it!
S4:Tom
Tom came over with even more things just after five o'clock. Stuart had cleaned himself up and both of us were in a good mood. Both of us knew it wasn't even a brotherly spat. He'd teased me and I had teased him back. I knew we were even closer after that little episode as he kept deliberately brushing up against me, or putting an arm round my waist, as I got the table laid, with his willing help, ready for the four of us to have supper. Tom saw all this and I winked at him and he wisely said nothing. Telling Tom about it was sure to set him off nicely in bed tonight.
In bed tonight! Our first, almost official, sleeping together properly! But first we had to have supper. Aunt Margaret had been given a brace of pheasants at the weekend and had had them de-feathered and eviscerated already for the pot. I had put the prepared casserole in the oven as instructed at four o'clock so there was a heavenly smell by half six when Aunt Margaret bustled in after a long day being a doctor. I was beginning to realise I had a busy life ahead if I qualified.
“Gins and tonics all round,” she announced, “Even for the young'un if it doesn't rush to his head.”
I managed to get in another swipe at his tightly-jeaned arse in the kitchen as I made up the potent mixtures and placed them on a tray ready for him to carry in as our servant boy. He put an arm round my waist and hugged me. Poor lad. Lonely bed for him tonight, but trying out method seventy-two from jackinworld no doubt!
Aunt Margaret obviously wanted us to celebrate somewhat so a bottle of red wine also appeared. I made sure young Stuart had an extra glass. What he hadn't realised either was that I had deliberately also given him an extra measure of gin in his pre-prandial drink. The whole meal was very leisurely. As well as the casserole we also tucked into a fruit pie Tom had brought across from his mother. We just sat and chatted until about nine o'clock Stuart said he was off to bed as he had to go to his new school in the morning. What a turn up for the book!
At about ten Aunt Margaret said she'd had a long day and was off to bed too. Tom and I tidied up, put all the things in the dishwasher and retired too. While Tom was in the bathroom I checked on Stuart. There was no sound from his room so I carefully opened the door and went in. He was fast asleep, curled up, with just his head peeping out from under his duvet. I gently kissed his forehead and thought if I ever had a son, which was most unlikely, I would want him to be just like Stuart. Tom was out of the bathroom so I went straight in as I came out of Stuart's room making sure I closed the door quietly.
Tom was waiting for me as I came out of the bathroom and entered our room. He was standing there in the nude, arms outstretched. I was carrying my clothes, except for the boxers I had left on in case Aunt Margaret was, most unlikely, on the prowl. I slipped them off and we embraced each other, one arm over each other's shoulder, the other round the back. We stood still feeling each other's warmth until Tom whispered in my ear.
“Let's go to bed, I need you.”
We needed each other. We resumed that gentle hugging and as we were so close so our now erect shafts were side by side. Gentle movements made them rub together until, without anything else but our love for each other, our creamy offerings joined as one between us.
“Oh, Flip,” whispered Tom, as his outflowing spunk finished spirting so forcefully, “Please don't let this ever end.”
I knew I loved Tom and here he was, expressing his love for me in the most human way that two young males could. I never wanted our love to end either. I kissed him gently and he knew how I felt, too.
We held each other close again and, not bothering to mop up, we parted and dropped off to sleep.
I was awakened by a more than gentle tap on the door. The door opened and Stuart came in, all togged up in his new school uniform, bearing a tray with two cups of coffee on it.
“I've come to see my brothers,” he announced brightly, “I had a lovely sleep, did you?”
He put the tray down and went round to Tom who was still asleep. He bent down and kissed him on the cheek, then came round to me and did the same.
“Don't expect to get that every morning,” he said, “And I shan't be bringing the coffee in either. Got to go, Archie's at the door and the bus will be here any minute. Aunt Margaret's in the kitchen and she says she's off to surgery soon so you'll have to get your own breakfast. Ta ta for now, and don't do anything today I wouldn't do!”
He blew a kiss and closed the door none too gently, big ox as he was. It didn't exactly slam but it was enough to make the hinges on a lesser door buckle. The noise roused Tom who turned and looked at me and his face broke into a wonderful smile. I leaned over and we continued that close, close embrace of the night before. I kissed his nose, his eyes, his forehead, his ears and his lips. He nuzzled my chin and gently probed my Adam's apple with his tongue. That had an even more hardening effect on my already so rigid rod, which he took into his hand and gradually raised me to a height of spurting, shooting passion which could have gone on for ever I was so lost in my feelings. Propelled by my need to give my Tom all I could my hand went to his cock and took over his rhythm and drew him to a similar conclusion. We kissed again and just held each other feeling as one. I didn't want to move but in the end Tom took the initiative.
“Come on Flip,” he said, “We promised to get things done for your Aunt and the carpenter's coming as well this morning. We don't want to be too worn out for clearing the garden and doing that painting, do we?”
We prised our glued together torsos apart. We grinned at each other - this was beginning to be a common occurrence. I'd thought yesterday that we Menzies boys produced a substantial amount but Tom and his hefty bollocks was no slouch in the production line either. I held his balls for a moment to feel their weight and pecked him on the nose before I extricated my six foot three frame out of the bed.
“I'm all yours for orders,” I said. “Bags I clean the paintwork on the back of the bungalow and you can start on that hedge.”
“That's just like you,” Tom complained, “You tell me to give the orders and you've said what you're going to do already.”
He came round the bed to me.
“I may not be as big as you, but don't you start getting any ideas who's boss.” He laughed. “'Cause I am when it comes to this.”
He grabbed me and upended me on the bed and began to tickle my chest and rub his body up and down mine. I was going hard again. He quickly let go and jumped away.
“See, you horny bugger, I can get you rampant any time I want. And I don't want you now. You stink, you sexy monster. Go and have a shower and get all that crusty spunk off you and put plenty of deodorant on.”
Bugger me, the pot calling the kettle black. Half the crusty spunk was his and he was also liberally coated as well, especially where one of my mighty squirts had mingled in his little patch of chest hair. I also hadn't told him about my encounter with Stuart the day before and about the print-out and I was also itching to tell Tom he made too much noise for comfort! This last I did, sparing no details and embroidering the telling saying, quite untruthfully, that Stuart had watched open-mouthed and wanking vigorously while Tom was sucking avidly on my cock after frightening the poor boy with his bull-like roars.
S5:Wayne's Whirled
I did relent and put the record straight as we went into the bathroom and tried to shower together. He responded by unfairly kneeing me out of the shower, dripping wet and still soaped up. We were still horsing around when the backdoor bell rang. I hastily tied a bath towel round me and went through to the kitchen. A rather goggle-eyed short lad of my age stood there, dressed in smart dungarees and carrying a bag. Before I, or he, had a chance to speak nosey Tom came up behind me, also attired in a bath towel and rubbing his hair with a hand towel.
“Oh, hi there, Wayne,” said Tom, “Come to measure up for the shelves?”
Wayne stared a moment longer, “Och, Tam, I heerd you'da moved across here. How ya, eh?”
I stood aside and beckoned Wayne in. His accent was more pronounced than Tom's. As he passed me I appraised him. About five seven, slim, dark-haired, blue eyes, ready smiling expression.
“Ma aunt saw ya yesterday lumping ya stuff across and told ma sister Marcie last night you'da staying here cos your dad is promoted and going off.”
At least, the bush telegraph was alive and kicking. Wayne, and whoever had heard of a good young Scot called Wayne?, was well away. Except that he was stopped in his verbal tracks by Tom.
“Look, Wayne, I'll show you Flip's brother's room and you can measure there while we get dressed and then you can measure in ours. You know what he wants in there, don't you?”
I was rather glad Tom had suggested Stuart's room be looked at first. At least the bed would be tidy. I pictured our bed, duvet scattered and evidence of the night on the sheets. Not a sight for Wayne and his roving tongue. Tom ushered Wayne along past our room and the intervening bathroom and Wayne disappeared into Stuart's room. I looked at Tom, raised my eyebrows and he grinned. I felt my chin - no time for a shave today - and went into our room. As envisaged the bed was a mess. Two largish patches were evident on the bottom sheet. I hurriedly pulled the duvet across as Tom came in. He saw the need and helped me cover the evidence.
“Wayne was in my class at school,” he informed me, “He left at sixteen to work for his father who's got a builder's business near Fort William. He's a great lad but mouthy. We played in the same football team.”
I nodded at this intelligence and he said no more as we went back to the bathroom to get rid of the soap. We were back in our room just finishing dressing when Wayne came to the door.
“I've made a start,” he said. I listened carefully, translating his accent. “Six feet high do? Then there's a bit across the other side of the window, shall I measure that up, could make a nice cupboard there?”
I was sitting on the edge of the bed tying the laces of an old pair of trainers. Wayne cast his eyes across. I could almost see the cogs turning. One double bed, two large lads, Tom had said 'ours'.
I stood up and went with him into Stuart's room. He was quite voluble about the improvements which could be done. All the time, though, he was taking in the attributes of the room. I grinned inwardly. This time: one double bed, one boy.
I agreed with what he proposed and then we processed back to our room as Tom had been a silent witness to the flow of suggestions towards the end. Our room was then subjected to a close scrutiny. Again, most sensible suggestions were made of what could be done while mental notes were made of rumpled cast-off boxers and shirts on either side of the bed..... I had also detected that slightly musty smell of new sex which the newly washed would be aware of and I hoped young Wayne's nostrils were not as cleansed as mine.
Tom and I left him to his measuring and went through to the kitchen where Aunt Margaret had left a note propped against the coffee pot. 'Please put washer on when filled.'
I asked Tom what he would like for breakfast and we both decided on cereals followed by toast so all this was in train when Wayne emerged, tapped on the door and came in.
“Can I set my measurements down in here?” he asked.
I pointed to the stool the other side of the kitchen table and shifted a space for him. I must say he was most efficient. Rapid, neat sketches were made and filled in with the sizes. Tom and I chomped through our breakfast watching him. I pointed to the coffee-pot, Wayne nodded and Tom got up and poured him a mug. Three spoonfuls of sugar were stirred in and the sketching went on. I thought I'd better start the washing off and one item would be our bottom sheet. I scurried off and came back with that, plus a pile of tops, boxers, underpants and socks collected from both our rooms. There was already some of Aunt Margaret's things by the washer. Wayne looked up as I opened the washer door and began to stuff things in.
“You mustn't mix those coloured things with those whites,” he said authoritatively.
I looked over at him. I generally shoved all in and set the dial and switched on.
“What do you mean?” I asked, “How do you know?”
“If you'd got three older sisters you'd soon learn,” he said, grinning, “I'd have my ears boxed if they saw me doing what you've just done. Take all that stuff out.”
He got up and came over to me.
“You've got plenty of whites to do on a hot wash,” he said, picking out the sheet and holding it up. Oh, sod it, I thought, he'll see. “Then there's these as well.” He held up two of Aunt Margaret's white coats she wore in the surgery. “And all these hankies, they need boiling really.”
“You'll make someone a lovely wife, Wayne,” Tom said, laughing.
“Fuck you, Tam McLaren, you wouldn't last a morning with those sisters of mine.”
He continued deftly to pack things in the washer. He closed the door, put washing powder in the holder and turned the dial. He came over and sat down again. He continued to fill in the sketch, now of our room.
“And I tell ye,” he continued, without looking up, “You mustnae do all those knickers and boxers and things on a hot wash or they'll shrink and they won't fit round anyone's arse.” He pronounced the last word in the delightful Scots way as 'erse'. “I got a right slapping for doing that with my sisters' bits and pieces and I telt them they wouldnae fit anyone's erse afore anyway. They slapped me again for that. I'm always getting slapped.”
He sighed. “All they think and talk about is boys. They want doing sae bad I telt them if I was'nae their brither they'd a had ma breeks round ma ankles years ago. I got slapped for that, too.” He looked up at me and Tom slyly. “You wouldnae want to take a coupla off ma hands, would ya? I know he's got enough and I expect ya have too. They're begging for it but they've nae got near it yet for all their trying.”
What was Wayne fishing for? Both Tom and I laughed, me a bit hesitantly. Tom came to the rescue.
“No good, Wayne,” he said, chuckling, “We're off to Edinburgh and we can't take excess baggage, or baggages.”
Wayne did have the grace to laugh too. “But what about his brother. He's a braw lad, I saw him this morning with that rogue Archie Ferguson waiting for the school bus.” He looked at me, “He's like you. What about him?”
“It's no good, Wayne, he's not fifteen yet for a couple of months and, anyway, he's worried whether he would be big enough.”
Tom shot me a sharp look and, of course, I'd let Stuart's worry out and where would that gobbet of prime gossip get to now.
Wayne sniggered. “I'd say as long as it's stiff and greasy they'd sit on any pole. Mine's only five and a half as he'll tell you and no one's complained yet!”
I looked at Tom who closed his eyes resignedly. Something I would have to ask him later! By this time Wayne had completed his drawings. He held them up for inspection. They were very good. Not a rough sketch but a very detailed depiction of what he was planning.
“They're very good, Wayne,” I said, “You're quite an artist.”
His eyes met mine. There was a recognition of something in his look. What I'd said had sparked a memory.
“I know where I've seen you before,” he said. “The laird's son's got you drawn on his wall.”
The laird's son? Pete Douglas!
“Oh, yes,” Wayne went on, “My dad got the job of repairing the roof over that side of the house and I've been doing the woodwork inside. That's were I've been for the past three weeks. I saw the drawings and talked to the lad, his name's Pete isn't it?” I nodded. “I took some of my drawings and paintings in and we had several chats. He's a bonny lad isn't he?”
I explained I'd been at school with him and he'd actually stayed here for part of the summer. He nodded.
“Have you seen that one of you?”
I said I had. He smiled.
“Not the one in the frame.” His eyes travelled down my chest. I got the message. I had seen the ones of his pals at school that were on display. “It's very good,.” he averred, “Pity you can't have one of my sisters you'd be just right for her.”
Tom had sized up the situation and got up and went and stood behind Wayne. He crossed his arms and caught hold of Wayne's ears, one in each hand. He lifted Wayne up from the stool and, by uncrossing his arms, Wayne whirled round to face him. Tom held him at arms length. He spoke slowly and deliberately.
“You'll get a bloody good slapping from me, Wayne, if you don't behave and I'm bigger than your sisters. In fact, if you're not careful I might start right now.”
Wayne looked quite scared.
“OK, OK, I know, I wouldnae say anything 'cause you did help me at school.”
“Too true, you deserved being beaten up after what you said there but I did stop them, but it was mainly because we needed you in the team.”
Poor Wayne, a deep blush rushed neck upwards.
“You should never have said what you saw Willie McBride and Charlie doing in the boiler-room. You had a dirty mind and a big mouth then and if I hadn't stood up for you you'd have lost even your less than five and a half inches at that time. Don't worry Wayne, I also stood up for you 'cause we were friends as well!”
He let go of Wayne's now bright red ears and he dropped back thankfully onto the stool. Tom patted him on the top of his head and winked at me across the table.
“When we want an example of a short dick in our studies we'll get him as a prime exhibit, eh, Flip? You could have come and examined him when I was holding him up just now, he always had it hanging out at school!”
Poor Wayne, he went even redder. Put the poor lad out of his misery.
“Come on, Wayne,” I said, “Let's have some more coffee and I'd like to see some of your drawings as well sometime. Young Pete wants to go to Art College, what about you?”
He shook his head. He said he was quite happy working at his carpentry and drawing and painting in his spare time. He said he liked working with his hands and he was quite content. When he was ready to go he promised to make the best job he'd ever done and said he would bring some of his work with him when he started on Monday.
After he went I got the confession from Tom that he and Wayne had been guilty of the same act of mutual stimulation as Wayne had blabbed about Willie and Charlie so he was covering himself and several others in their group of friends. I taunted him about having to slap such a wee cock but we just ended up in fits of laughter imagining what Wayne had deduced from his visit. At least, with his advice, our knickers would still fit our `erses'! We then went and spent an informative hour with Stuart's print-out before starting work in the garden and on the bungalow.
S6: Action Stations for Archie
Stuart was actually quite cheerful when he arrived back from school. I think he was much relieved that it wasn't too different from his previous one. He said a couple of the boys had called him a Sassenach and had started to say something about his accent but this had stopped once Archie said something to them. Tom said it was best to ignore ignorance and he should find boys were boys anywhere. God, what that boy eats, too! I had to put away the tin of scones after he'd devoured three with the two mugs of tea he had while telling us all this. He wanted to know if we had seen the print-out and we said we had. We also told him Wayne would be starting on his room on Monday. He wanted to know who Wayne was and we said we'd arranged for his three sisters to come to tea on Saturday which scared him sufficiently to wash up the tea things without being kicked and pummelled which he then tried to do to us when we disabused him of the plan. He went off to his room saying he was going to read the print-out and if we wanted a copy we would have to print out our own.
On Friday afternoon when Stuart arrived home from school I was alone in the sitting-room reading an introductory textbook of General Medicine I had found on the shelves in Aunt Margaret's study. I was fascinated and knew I was going to enjoy studying. The main thing worrying me was learning all the long Latin names and so on in the anatomy text I'd looked at previously.
Stuart looked a bit sombre as he walked in. I asked how school had gone and he said it was OK and he'd the first batch of homework to do and would I check it for him when he'd done it. Then he came and sat by me on the sofa.
“Can I ask you something, Flip?” he began.
I immediately said he could and he continued.
“I think there's something wrong with Archie,” he said slowly.
“What's wrong?” I asked, realising Stuart was truly anxious.
“He's got a lump on his testicle and there's a poster at the school the boys were laughing at saying boys should test for lumps 'cause they can be dangerous.”
My usually telegraphic brother was obviously worried. I'd seen a telly programme about the same thing one holiday time and had that night surreptitiously felt my balls very carefully after undressing ready for bed.
“How do you know and does Archie know?”
“I felt it and told him last week,” was the straight reply.
“What, were you looking for lumps?”
He shook his head. “Please, Flip, don't get angry, but it was when we were doing things. He wanted me to hold them and I was feeling them and I said he'd got another ball growing cause I could feel this pea on his left one. He laughed and said he needed three balls. But we saw that poster today and he's worried and so am I. D'you think I should tell Aunt Margaret?”
Wow! What to do? I thought for a moment.
“Where's Archie now?” I asked.
“He went home all upset and there's no one there 'til his mum comes home.”
“Go and get him and I'll talk to him and say he should see Aunt Margaret as soon as possible, OK?”
Stuart nodded and went off. Both boys arrived in less than five minutes. Archie's eyes were a bit red. I made him sit beside me.
“Look, Archie,” I said, “Stuart's told me what he found. Don't worry I won't say how you found out but you should see my aunt as soon as possible. Can you wait until the morning because she's got evening surgery.”
Poor lad, two tears welled up in the tough guy's eyes. Stuart sat beside him and held his hand.
“Come on, Archie, it'll be alright. They'll do something for you.”
Archie nodded and I got up and went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea as I had put the kettle on as soon as Stuart had gone to fetch Archie. When I got back with three mugs of tea and a plate of scones Archie was sitting with his head on Stuart's shoulder and Stuart had his arm round him.
“Here you are, Archie,” I said, “I know it's worrying but my aunt will deal with it.”
Archie nodded and took the mug I handed to him.
“I don't want to be ill,” he said with a tremor in his deep voice, “There was a boy last year who had to go to hospital and he didn't come back.”
I said he wasn't to think things like that and we managed to get him off the topic of illness and sat and chatted and drank tea and ate scones until just before six when he said he'd go home. I said he needn't say anything to his mum and dad but that I would talk to my aunt and he should come across next morning at nine and I expected she'd examine him then. He did look a bit apprehensive when I said this but I said aunt was a doctor and examined everyone, including him at least, I expected, when he was a baby. He did grin then and Stuart went off across to his house with him promising he'd fetch him in the morning.
Tom came home soon after Stuart got back and we told him the sad story. He didn't question Stuart's tale but just accepted the straightforward account which Stuart gave of discovering the lump. He nodded in agreement when I said I'd talk to Aunt Margaret as soon as she came home.
As soon as Aunt Margaret came in and demanded G's and T all round, I asked if I could speak to her privately. We went into the fourth bedroom which doubled, or trebled, as her study and emergency consulting room. I told her exactly what had happened, even to the fact that Stuart had spotted the lump. She looked at me quizzically. I shook my head. I knew what she was wondering. I grinned.
“No, it's not that,” I said, “He's straight, as the terminology goes. It was just boys together.”
She didn't bat an eyelid. I wondered if girls were just girls together in the same way.
“Right,” she said in her usual brisk manner, “You did the right thing. I'll see him at nine in the morning. He doesn't have to tell his parents yet.” She smiled at me. “You'd be surprised the number of girls I see who daren't tell their parents certain things. With boys it's much less often, usually they're frightened they might have picked something up and they generally ask to see Jimmie Henderson. Anyway, I would like you and Tom to be there when I examine him. I'll ask his permission but it'll be for two reasons. It'll be better for him to have male support and it'll be experience for you two. Can't start your training too soon, can we?”
Nothing more was said that evening and I told Tom what Aunt Margaret had said as we lay in bed. Sex that night was again slow and very intense. It was strange. Both yesterday and today we only came once each but I know for me it was quite sufficient. I shall have to discuss this with Tom to see if it's the same for him.
We were all up bright and early. Aunt Margaret was pleased with our progress in the garden and the beginning of the painting of the rear of the bungalow. Over breakfast she told Stuart that she would like him to wait in his bedroom while she examined Archie and, if he was agreeable, then Tom and I would be in with her as potential medical students in training. I knew Stuart wanted to be there as well but he didn't say anything and just said he wanted Archie to be alright.
Stuart went off about ten to nine and came back with a rather pensive looking Archie. From his fairly frequent sniff I knew he'd had a weep during the night. Stuart disappeared off and Aunt Margaret asked Archie if Tom and I could be present when she examined him. A look of some relief crossed his face and he nodded. We went along to the makeshift consulting room where Aunt Margaret had laid a sheet of absorbent paper over the single bed.
“Will you take your shoes and trousers off and lay down, please?” she asked.
Archie slipped off his, I noticed, new trainers and rather hesitantly dropped his jeans and stepped out of them. Tom picked them up and put them over the back of a chair. He lay on the bed which was raised up like the couch I remembered in the doctor's surgery where I'd been examined once.
“Now I want you to pull your shirt up and push your pants down because I've got to feel for any lumps.”
Archie did as he was told, sniffing a bit more as he did. Stuart was right. Archie had a bigger cock than he had. Even in its quiescent state it lay fatly and lengthily across his thigh. Aunt Margaret rubbed her hands together.
“Can't have my fingers cold, eh, Archie?”
With that she lifted the right hand side of his ball sac and felt round the quite substantial testicle enclosed in it. Archie winced a bit and I put a hand out and held his hand nearest to me. He grasped my hand in response and gripped it hard. As Aunt Margaret continued running her fingers round she looked up and across at Tom and me.
“This is called palpating,” she said, “I'm feeling to see if there is anything which shouldn't be there. I'm not going to say anything and I'll ask Archie if he will allow you two to examine him as well. That's the right one done, now the left one.”
She let go of his right ball and began the same procedure with his left. It was over in a few moments.
“Now, Archie, would you let Tom and Flip do the same? They are going to be medical students very soon so they have to learn very quickly how to do things like this.”
Archie looked up at me. I gripped his hand and he nodded.
“Right, Tom first.” She turned her attention to him. “You've seen what I did, now do it carefully and very gently and don't say anything until Flip has finished as well.”
Tom went round the bed and copied the movements he had just witnessed. He looked very gentle as he felt poor Archie's balls. Then it was my turn. It was odd. If I'd been feeling Tom's, or Ghazi's balls in the normal way I'd have been immediately stiff as a poker. Here it was different. The boy on the bed was a patient to be examined, carefully and clinically. I felt his right testicle and felt it slide in its sac. It was smooth except for a bit of roughness on the underside. It was a different story when I moved my finger around the surface of his left testicle. On the side I felt a distinct little lump, about the size of a small pea. I carefully lowered his sac.
“OK, Archie, you get dressed and go and see Stuart in his room, we'll be out in a moment,” Aunt Margaret instructed him.
Tom handed him his jeans after he'd pulled his pants up. He picked up his trainers and went out sniffing. Aunt Margaret shut the door behind him.
“Well, Tom, what did you notice?”
“A small lump on his left testicle, about pea-sized.”
“And you, Flip?”
“The same, just by that roughness you can feel.”
Aunt Margaret nodded. “Yes, very noticeable. That roughness is his spermatic cord and the growth is just beside it. I have to tell you it could be serious and I want you to go and sit with him while I make a telephone call, then I'll go across with him to see his parents.” She smiled at us, “You did well, very professional. I liked the way you both dealt with that because it was quite a test for you. A bit more interesting though than looking down someone's throat, eh? You'll find you have to be rather detached and you coped with that most competently. Now, you go and just talk to him. Don't say what you found, I'll tell him in a few minutes after my call.”
We went to Stuart's room. He and Archie were standing together with Stuart hugging Archie and Archie sobbing.
“Come on Archie, Aunt Margaret's on the phone and she'll be out in a moment.”
Stuart guided Archie to the bed and they sat side by side, Archie's face buried in Stuart's shoulder. Stuart looked as if he could weep at any moment. We all sat in silence for a few minutes until Aunt Margaret came into the room.
“Now Archie, please listen. I've made arrangements for you to go down to Edinburgh to hospital on Monday. I know it's a long way but I've just spoken to a friend who is a consultant there and he'll see you at half past two on Monday. All being well you'll only be in hospital a few days.”
Poor Archie really did begin to sob then, his shoulders were heaving and tears were also forming in Stuart's eyes. He looked helplessly at me. I went over and knelt by them and put my hand on Archie's shoulder.
“Look Archie, I'll tell you what, Tom and I will take you to Edinburgh. We'll drive you down in my car. It'll be good for us as we both want to see where we'll be living and we've got friends at the Medical School. What do you think? Would that be OK? I know your parents are very busy and it's a long way for them to go and take time off work.”
Archie's sobs and sniffs grew less. He turned his tear-stained face to me.
“Please, I would like that, but I don't want to be a nuisance.”
“You're not a nuisance, Archie. We want to help our brother's best friend.”
Aunt Margaret came up and stood beside Stuart.
“That's a very kind offer, Archie, I'll talk to your parents now. Let's go.”
Stuart helped Archie stand up, towering over him, held him and handed him a clean hankie. Archie wiped his eyes and then put on his trainers which Tom handed him before he followed Aunt Margaret out of the room. As soon as we heard the back door shut Stuart burst into tears and rushed over to me and hugged me.
“He won't die, will he?” he sobbed, “Poor Archie, I don't want him to die.”
“No,” I said quietly, putting my arms round him, “He'll be OK but they'll have to do something about that lump.”
We sat Stuart down and Tom hugged him too and said he wasn't to worry as he was sure whatever it was could be cured.
Aunt Margaret was gone nearly an hour and when she came back she wasn't her usual bustling self.
“I've talked to his mum and dad,” she said after she had sat down in Stuart's easy chair with us three lads ranged along the bed. “They are worried just as Archie is. I explained to them what will happen and after that he should be quite alright. As you three are all involved I'll tell you everything, but,” here she looked at Stuart, “none of this goes beyond this room. What a doctor knows is confidential and I think you'll be making a decision soon, won't you?”
Stuart nodded. That was the first I knew he'd been thinking about his future.
“What Archie has got is likely to be serious if left. Thanks to Stuart it's been caught, I would guess, at a very early stage. If it's what I think then Archie is very young to have it but it is something that young teens can develop though the two cases I've seen in the past five years one was nineteen and the other twenty-five. It's probably because Archie developed young, he said his voice broke when he was twelve, but that's not the cause, it's just that he's very mature for his age.”
Stuart nodded again, he was about to say something but stayed silent.
“I'm afraid the treatment is rather drastic,” Aunt Margaret continued, “They'll have to remove his left testicle and I guess they'll give him some chemotherapy after they've done the biopsy. The biopsy will tell them all about the growth.”
She saw the look of horror which must have passed over three teenage faces in front of her.
“Don't worry, you only need one!” she smiled, “There's lots of boys who are very singular for all sorts of reasons but he may have problems if he has to have more chemotherapy. They do have a solution for that as he can have a sample frozen in case he wants children later.”
Stuart twitched against me. Here was his aunt calmly telling him and us about such things. Then he relaxed as she went on.
“His mum and dad would be very grateful if you would take him down to Edinburgh. They suggested you went by train but I think you would be OK by car. They want to pay for the petrol and you must accept that. I'm going across to see his granddad in a moment. He'll need to be told as he and Archie are very close and his parents don't feel up to it at the moment as they want to be with Archie. Luckily Archie's other sister is training to be a nurse and she'll be home this afternoon and tomorrow so I'll chat to her as well. Archie wants you to go across after lunch, Stuart, and I rely on you not to say anything to him. It'll be a test, not only of friendship, but of trust.”
Stuart nodded and Aunt Margaret got up, smiled at us three solemn looking lads and went off to see the elder Mr Ferguson.
If this was what being a doctor was like it was going to be difficult but I knew I wanted that career. Stuart was sitting between us. He put out his hands and took one of each of ours and squeezed them.
“Thank you, you've been so kind. I hope Archie will be OK and I promise to help him any way I can.”
Friendship and trust.
S7: Before the Great Day
After lunch Tom suggested we went for a run. It was something we'd never done before but we changed into shorts, rugby shirts and trainers and set off. It was just what we needed. It released a lot of tension just loping along in silence along the track beside the loch. After about four miles or so we slowed down and sat watching the ripples on the loch surface.
“I really want to be a doctor,” said Tom softly, “So do you.”
Nothing to say. I put my hand out and covered the back of his which was resting on the grass. After five minutes of silence and getting our breath back we set off again and must have done a good seven miles before reaching the bungalow again. The feelings I had as we entered the back door were just the same as after an intense loving sex session with Tom. We showered together. No nasty kneeing this time. We soaped each other and then retired to our bed where we lay and brought each other to a very satisfactory climax. We were as one.
We mopped each other with our handy towel kept purposely under the bed for such occasions. We dressed leisurely and went into the kitchen and I made some tea while Tom looked in the pantry for food. Aunt Margaret came back as I was pouring a second mug of tea. She sat opposite us as I passed her a mug. She smiled.
“I feel as if I've got three good sons,” she said, “I may be an old maid but you're just like my own. I wish your mother could see you now, Flip. I hope when you feel you can you'll contact her.”
I thought about that last statement a lot while I helped Aunt Margaret get supper. I couldn't quite steel myself to write just yet. I wondered if Stuart was missing Mum? He never mentioned her and definitely not the Creep. I knew he'd sent a couple of cards to her but I hadn't seen any replies. Perhaps she was still away licking her wounds having got rid of Ray.
Tom laid the table and was instructed to open a bottle of red wine to go with the rest of the pheasant casserole we were having for supper. Both he and I were getting a liking for the wine Aunt had stored away. She said the bottles were mainly gifts from grateful patients. I hoped I might have such generous patients!
While the supper was heating up Tom and I had shown Aunt Margaret the duplicate sketches Wayne had left behind. She thought they were very good and she was confident he would make a good job of the improvements to the two rooms. I told her about his encounter with Pete and that Wayne would be bringing some of his own work to show us. Aunt Margaret laughed when we told her it was now common knowledge about Tom's move. Tom asked her if she knew the three sisters. She said she most certainly did as she had brought the younger two into the world and Wayne as well. Tom said the three girls were known as the Vampires by the lads around because if they got their teeth in you they wouldn't let go. Tracey, Marcie and Sherrilee were the three and I had noticed them prowling in concert at the Ceilidh and had had a brief encounter in a couple of the reels as they flung themselves around giving one the glad eye all the time.
Stuart came back and still looked rather sombre. He said Archie was much better now and he was very glad we were taking him to Edinburgh on Monday and would we go and see his parents in the morning.
Things did liven up a bit as the wine flowed and Aunt Margaret told us about some of her more spectacular, rather eccentric, patients. We all went to bed early and I wanted to talk to Tom about the meeting tomorrow with his parents at lunch-time when we were going to tell them officially of our resolve to make a commitment to each other. However, Stuart was still a bit down and as he came along the corridor as we went into our room Tom asked him if he would like to come in with us for the night.
Stuart's face lit up. “Oh, please, if you and Flip don't mind, I'm still worried about Archie,” he said.
Our double bed was very full as Stuart spooned himself in between us and, I think, we all dropped off to sleep very quickly. I know I did. There was no sex, just three lads helping to comfort each other with their company.
I woke up quite early and felt my brother's erection planted firmly between the cheeks of my arse. He was still fast asleep and had his arm flung over my shoulder to keep himself close to me and, again, it was very comforting knowing he was as sexy and randy as we were. I dropped off again and woke to find him turned away from me and whispering to a still comatose Tom, “You taste lovely, Tom, salty and nice”, and then he crawled out of bed across me.
I caught hold of his arm. “What did you mean by that?” I asked.
I could see him grinning in the half-light. “Nothing, Flip, I just kissed his neck and then licked it,” he explained, “But, I've got to go to the bathroom now, it's rather urgent!”
I knew why as when he turned his boyish rod was still as erect as it was when I had awoken first.
There was quite an interval before he returned, clad only in a pair of tatty shorts, but bearing a tray with steaming mugs of coffee.
“This is getting too much of a habit,” he said as he set the tray down on the bedside table. He sat on the bed beside me. “Oh, Flip, I do thank you two for looking after me last night. Poor Archie, I hope he will be alright.”
I leaned up in bed and held him round his torso and drew him down to me.
“Whenever you need us, we'll be here and you are not to worry about Archie. You have probably saved his life.” I put a hand down and felt up the open leg of his shorts. No underpants on so I tickled his balls. “Do you think we ought to examine yours?”
He giggled. “Have done this morning. No problems.”
The end of his limp prick was still a bit sticky against the back of my hand.
“And you took care of another thing as well, eh?”
“Of course. I expect I'm just like you were at my age, eh?” He leaned down and pecked me on the nose. “Brother!”
I turned and poked Tom in the back. He grunted.
“Coffee's here, Tom,” I said, “Your little brother's a good slave, isn't he, except he didn't wash his hands before making it.”
Tom grunted, “What d'you mean?”, as Stuart poked me hard in the ribs.
“He's a horny little sod, so he made our coffee with his sticky wank-stained paws.”
“Leave him alone,” said Tom, “I wouldn't mind him as a real brother, even if he's like you and sex-crazed!”
Stuart scuttled round the bed. “I'm your real brother, now, Aunt Margaret said so and so did Flip before he turned nasty.”
“Punishment, eh?” said the devious Tom, now wide awake, sitting up and scratching his incipient hairy chest..
The pair grabbed me and subjected me to a most intense tickling with me shouting and hollering until Aunt Margaret banged on the door. This only set the bastards off on a renewed onslaught with Tom very effectively shutting my mouth with one of his large hands.
“Go on, Stuart, tickle the old fella's balls,” mouthed Tom, who was going to get a damn good going over when I got him alone!
Stuart was giggling as I was squirming and, as Tom tickled my very sensitive chest, so Stuart ran his fingers lightly round and round my ball sac and up and down my rigid shaft. Stuart giggled even more as my cock started to drool. This was something I'd noticed in the past year or so. When I got really sexually aroused I produced quite a few drops of colourless liquid which I'd found out, from Ghazi's and my perusals of some of the more forthright Internet sites, was what the Americans called pre-cum. Well, be it on their head, or more likely their hands, if they continued with their ministrations much more. It didn't take long. Stuart was giving my tool a fingering as if he was playing the flute and I just let fly. My cum flew out in gobbets all over Tom's arm and hand and landed in great drops all over my stomach and chest. Stuart giggled even louder and Tom shook his head in his usual mode of disbelief over the amount I habitually came. He flicked the trusty towel over to me after wiping my spunk off his arm.
“Look at that Stuart, he just can't control himself. I don't know what we can do with him. Get up and clean yourself up you randy bugger.”
They let me up and I wiped up the evidence of my randiness. I was very much aware of the readiness of Stuart at any little signal to help Tom to the same type of climax. The signal never came although Tom was sporting seven inches of hardness. I wondered why? I wouldn't have minded. Tom was my property but I thought it was something which would have made the bonding between the two new brothers even firmer. It was something I would have to discuss with Tom when we had a quiet moment together.
Anyway, Stuart and I had released our tensions this morning and I was glad that Stuart felt he wasn't letting Archie down by indulging in something that perhaps poor Archie would not be doing for some time, if at all. Again, I would take the opportunity at some point to find out more.
We were up and about so we shooed Stuart off to his room as soon as we finished the coffee. He insisted he had already washed before he made our coffee so the bathroom was free for us. I went in first and had a shower making sure I rid my chest and abdomen of any lingering traces of spunk. As lunch was going to be rather formal I decided I'd better have a shave and really look tidy. I then relinquished the bathroom to Tom who went through the same procedure, except for any spunk removal!
I dressed carefully and as I got out my father's kilt and buckled it on I wondered what he would have said to my announcement I was making today. I hoped he would have approved. I still didn't know if my mother had any inkling, either. Tom came back in as I was tying my tie.
“I love you, you know that, Flip,” he said, coming up beside me as I stood admiring myself in the long mirror. “You're a vain bugger, but I still love you.” He put his arms round me and we kissed deeply. As he only had a towel round his waist I was very aware he was still erect.
“Let me, Tom,” I said, untied the towel and flung it on the floor in front of me. I stepped behind him and we watched in the mirror as I ringed his lovely thick shaft and pulled back and forth slowly until, with a great contented sigh, he shot the load which had been welling up behind his balls waiting for my loving hand.
He turned to me. “I won't hold you, Flip, I'm still leaking a bit and I don't want to get anything on your kilt. Wait until night and we'll love each other properly. Today we are going to make a move towards our vows so it will be a red-letter day for both of us.”
He picked up my right hand, the hand that had brought him to that stunning climax, and kissed my fingers.
Tom was dressing when Stuart knocked on the door. He came in and said he'd finished his breakfast and was going along to see Archie. We said we would be there about ten o'clock to make arrangements for the journey. As Tom and I were having our breakfast Aunt Margaret came into the kitchen with a map and said that Edinburgh was about a hundred and fifty miles and we should do the journey in four hours at the most, if we took the A84 and A85 route.
I knew that Simon and Big Dick were staying in their flat. They had moved out of student residence and were living in a house which belonged to some Trust that Dick's father had set up as he was a property developer in a big way. I phoned Simon who said we were to stay in their spare room and not come back until at least Wednesday. This suited us down to the ground because it would give us a chance to explore where we would be studying and where the residence was. In fact, Simon had managed to get us a two bedroom flat in the particular block and said it was the same one he and Dick had had during Simon's first year.
We called at Archie's house just on ten o'clock. His parents looked very worried but were very relieved we would be in Edinburgh while he was being examined. They made it quite clear they would pay all our expenses and I said that would probably not be much more than the cost of petrol. Aunt Margaret had already explained that Archie would most likely be in until the weekend and we said we would find out all the details. Poor Archie sat beside Stuart and looked most woebegone but he said he was thankful he would have us there at least until Wednesday.