Fall of 1941

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The Fall Of 1941

The Prologue

Uncle Tim died last summer. He wasn't really my uncle. As kids in our family, we were never allowed to call adults by their first names so he got the courtesy title of 'uncle'. He was, in truth, the life-long lover of uncle John, who, in turn, was really my great uncle.

Uncle John had died about ten years before Tim. They had been the 'well-heeled ones' in our family and they had lived together in a large country house. My mother told me that, when she was a girl, they were also the 'skeleton in the family cupboard'.

As a kid I had loved staying with them. Oh, they never tried anything on with me; my mother would have killed them if they had. But they were two fun guys. You know the kind, the well-off uncles, who always buy you the sort of toys you would never normally get, oh, and let you do things you would never ever be allowed to do. The pair of them taught me to drive when I was ten-years-old! I had to sit on a cushion to see over the wheel, and it was a stick-shift.

When I grew up and got married they paid the deposit on our house as a wedding present. Then John died and we got a nice little nest egg as an inheritance. But the big shock came when Tim died and I inherited everything! There was the house and all its contents, the cars and a shockingly large investment portfolio.

It appears that John's father had owned a company that manufactured the old glass tubes that they used to use in radios. Then, in the late thirties, television came along and he reckoned to make a killing by making the tubes for TV sets. So he invested a lot of money in the research and development for the higher frequency tubes. Then John got hit by a double whammy, his dad had a fatal heart attack and World War Two erupted. This left him in charge of the company, and the television industry went into hibernation for the duration, taking all prospects of sales of the new tubes with it.

However the British had invented Radar, and it used the same kind of tube as the television industry used. As the USA was still officially neutral he was secretly sent to England by the US government with a view to supplying the British with tubes. There he met Tim and, when he returned, Tim came with him.

Now that was as much as I knew until last month when I finally got round to doing a total inventory of the house. There I found many things of interest; it was an Aladdin's cave, but two documents were most revealing. One was John's diaries of his trip to England and the time immediately afterwards, and the other was an old school jotter (that is the actual term used on its cover) which belonged to Tim.

I've extracted the relevant parts from the diaries and reproduced the 'jotter' in full. I have tried to merge them chronologically, but while John carefully dated his entries Tim just wrote one continuous manuscript. So it may be a little disjointed in places.

I think that I'll start with the jotter...

Chapter 1 (Tim's Jotter)

My life has just come to a stop! Mrs Larkin came to my bedroom, and for the first time ever, she knocked and waited until I told her to come in. One look at her face was enough to tell me she had some terrible news.

"Your mum and dad are both dead," she blurted out, "it were a bomb what did it."

"It hit the house? They didn't go to the shelter?" I asked, stunned.

"Oh, they got to the shelter all right, but it took a direct hit. Them shelters are no good if it's a direct hit."

She didn't hug me or anything; she just went away and got on with making the breakfast for the guests. I suppose that I cried a lot; I don't really remember the rest of that day. The next day I pinched this jotter from school. I'll use it to keep a record of my last days. I'm sure that I'm going to be killed in this war. I hate living with the Larkins. They run a guesthouse and I'm not a paying guest, I'm an 'evacuee'. They sent all us kids out of London because of the bombing.

At first it looked like it was going to be fun, like the Sunday school picnic. We all went to the station, hundreds of us, kids and parents. We all had labels round our necks with our names and details on them. But only the kids got on the train; all the parents were left on the platform. Then the mothers started crying, and some of the kids did too. I didn't cry then, but if had I known that I'd never see mum and dad again, I would have.

The Larkins don't really hate me; it's just that I'm a burden as I don't pay my way, and they make sure that I know it. I have the very worst room in the house, right up in the attic. The gas doesn't run up here any more. There was a leak and they didn't bother to fix it, they just cut the gas off to this floor. So there is no heat and I've got to use candles for light. But of course, I can't complain.

Mrs Larkin won't give me any money to buy toothpaste! She says that I don't need it as all my teeth will have to be pulled out by the time I'm twenty, just like everyone else. I had promised my mum and dad that I'd brush my teeth every day.

Mrs Larkin says now I'll have to leave school after Christmas and get a job. Mum and dad were hoping that I would win a scholarship and go to university. But I don't suppose that's going to happen now.

She won't even buy me long trousers. I'm the only boy in the class now still wearing shorts. But, she says that there is plenty wear left in them yet and I don't have enough clothing coupons for a pair of long trousers. I think she used my coupons for that new dress of hers.

As there is no electricity in this house the radio works of batteries and an accumulator. They only ever switch it on for the news, and that's all about the war. When I asked to hear Tommy Handley in the ITMA show, Mr Larkin just said that it was a waste of the batteries.

Just when I thought I'd hit rock bottom something else happened to make things worse. I'm being turned out from my room! Some Yank is coming tomorrow and all the guest rooms are full, so he's getting mine. I'm to be moved to the box room and I've got to help Mr Larkin clean out all the junk today.

Tonight is my last night in this bed. Tomorrow 'he' arrives and I'm in the box room. It is only next door, so it has no gas either. I don't even have a bed in there, only a mattress on the floor. There's no furniture either, just an old coat rack for me to hang my things on.

Chapter 2 (John's Diary)

Mon 10-20-41

Shit! I hate this country already and I've just got off the plane. The flight over from Gander was absolute hell, Newfoundland to Aldergrove in the belly of a bomber. The noise was unbelievable, there was only coffee and sandwiches available and, to cap it all, we had a woman pilot! Then I arrived and it was pissing down with rain.

However, my mood improved when I was taken to meet the American liaison officer, it was Bert Hall. I went to school and college with his boy, Mike. One night, when we were at college, Mike got drunk, stole a car and crashed it. Fortunately he was sober enough to get the Hell out of it before the cops arrived. But, they had a suspicion that it was him. He only escaped punishment because I lied through my teeth and said he had been with me all night. His dad found out the truth and now old Bert thinks the sun shines out of my ass.

First thing he gave me was a 'goodies pack'. This turned out to be a briefcase filled with the strangest things sugar, coffee, chocolate, nylon stockings and even some condoms. Apparently all these things are either rationed or in short supply over here and it seems that a small 'gift' will open doors. When I inquired about the nylons, Bert laughed saying that they opened more legs than doors, and gave me a dirty grin. Then I got a temporary ration book. He also gave me a long lecture on security. God, they seem to think that there is a spy listening to every casual conversation. Lastly he gave me my itinerary. It looks like I'm in for a busy few weeks.

Fri 10-11-1941

Oh God, I'm bushed and totally sick of this country. Everything is ass backwards. They drive on the wrong side of the road and the light switches are upside down. The money drives me mad, pounds, shillings and pence, with twelve pennies to the shilling and twenty shillings to the pound. It's cold, wet, there is no central heating, just miserable little coal fires, practically no food and even Whisky is in short supply. God alone knows why, they make the stuff only a few hundred miles away. There are no available men; they are all in the forces. It's all old men, boys or the sick and the lame.

Bert was right everything is rationed. Hell, when I check into a hotel the first thing that they want off me is my ration book. It isn't only food either; you can't buy clothes without coupons! There is no gasoline for private cars, so I'm on public transport. I really don't know how these Brits manage. If I complain they just shrug and say, "There is a war on, y'know"

Bert gave me a flashlight that gives out almost no light, but it's all you're allowed to use in the blackout. It is lethal on the streets after dark, all of the traffic is only allowed pitiful lights so crashes happen all the time. I've resolved to stay indoors after dark.

Thank God that bastard Kennedy has chucked the job of Ambassador. He kept trying to poison Roosevelt's mind by sending reports that the Brits were giving up. Nothing could be further from the truth.

But, for me things look like getting worse as I'm not even in a hotel at my next stop, just a guesthouse. Fortunately I've still a lot left in my goodie pack; I think I'll be needing it.

Mon 11-3-1941

This place is the pits. I'm stuck in some fucking attic room that isn't even heated. There is no electricity in the whole damn house, just gas. Mind you, given the reliability of the electric supply, gas ain't so bad. But, the gas doesn't even get as far as my room. Mrs. Larkin, the landlady, had the nerve to tell me I was lucky. Apparently she had to chuck some 'evacuee' out just to accommodate me. He must be a kid as he's at school just now. I'll give him some chocolate later to make up for it. I gave her some things from my goodie kit. It helped to put a smile on her face.

Would you believe that I'm writing this by candlelight! Fuck, we're almost half way through the twentieth century and I'm in the business of selling the most sophisticated electronic equipment on the planet, and I'm writing by candlelight!

Anyway, I met the kid at dinner tonight. He's called Tim, and he is very shy. I gave him one of the bigger bars of chocolate. Good God, the way he looked at it you'd think I'd given him a bar of gold. He keeps looking at me and, if he was about five years older, I'd swear he was trying to get me into bed. He is very beautiful, for a boy. Slightly androgynous, only the haircut and short trousers mark him as male.

Everyone else was busy talking about the war, so no one noticed us watching each other. I just could not get over how attractive he is. Like one small, beautiful flower in an endless grey wilderness. After dinner I showed Tim how a radio works. He was surprised that I could draw the schematic from memory. Tomorrow night is the full moon, or 'bomber's moon', as they call it here. So the chances of an air raid are a bit higher. Not that I'm worried, there is a shelter just across the street. I've been making sure that I know where the nearest shelter is, ever since I got here. I've lived through six 'raids' but I've yet to hear a bomb fall.

Chapter 3 (Tim's Jotter)

He arrived while I was at school. He is very different from anyone that I have ever met before. He talks like they do in the films. I like his accent and it makes me feel all funny inside when he speaks to me. He is very handsome and when he smiles it makes me feel happy too. He gave me a huge bar of chocolate; why there must be more than a month's worth of sweet ration in it. I've never seen such a big bar. So far I've only eaten one square. Maybe it will last me until Christmas, if I take it slowly. I'm still unhappy about losing my room, but he is such a nice person that I don't mind so much now.

He says that I must call him John. I've never been allowed to call a grown up by his first name before. This evening he showed me how a radio works! He just sat down and drew out what he called a circuit diagram and told me what each bit did. I think he knows more than even my dad, well, more than my dad did.

It's almost a full moon tonight, and it's a clear night. I'll bet we have an air raid; it's almost as bad here now as it was in London. This room is even colder than my old one. I think I'll have another square of that chocolate as I'm hungry.

The sirens woke me and I went down to the shelter with John. I got frightened when we got to the door. I've been like that about shelters ever since they told me what happened to mum and dad. He asked me what was wrong and I lied, saying that I sometimes wet myself in there. He told me it was nothing to be ashamed of and to go take a leak down the side of the shelter.

Once we got inside the blackout curtain we saw that Mr Eldon, from down the street had brought his Tilley lamp. He must have got some paraffin for it. It hisses a lot, but it gives out a good light and quite a bit of heat. Then I heard the bombers coming and I got frightened again. John let me under his quilt and I held on to him as it helped a bit. I suppose he was trying to make me feel better when he said, "You're safe enough in an air raid shelter."

So I told him what happened to mum and dad. He went quiet for a while. Then the sirens went again and we all went home. None of the bombs had come down close to us. When we went upstairs I didn't really want to go back into that cold room so I sort of got John to let me into his bed.

He was nice and warm, so I snuggled right up to him. He seemed to want to talk and I told him how rotten the Larkins are to me. He was moving his hand up and down my back so I pulled my jacket up a little. Soon his hand was against my skin and that felt a lot better.

He asked me if it was OK and I said it was. Then he asked me if he was frightening me. It was such a silly question that I giggled. He kissed me goodnight on my forehead. My mum and dad used to kiss me goodnight on the lips, so I looked up for a kiss. Wow! Did I ever get a kiss. I never even dreamt that anyone could kiss like that. His tongue was in my mouth and it was moving around inside!

I noticed that I was hugging him very tightly and it felt good. His hands were on my bum and that felt good too. So I put my hands down the back of his pyjamas and ran them over his bum. It was so hard and muscular. He even has hair there. Suddenly he stopped kissing me and I asked why.

He said that we shouldn't be doing it. But I couldn't think why not. Well, I was enjoying it and I think he was too. He asked what would happen if the Larkins found out. But how could they? I certainly wasn't going to tell them, and neither was he, so we went back to kissing again.

The next time we spoke I told him that I had a stiffy and he said he had one too. I said that our willies must like each other; well they had been pressed together for a long time. It made him smile and I felt good.

He suggested that we 'jack off'. I don't always understand the words he uses and I asked him to explain. Things got even more confusing as he used more words that I had never heard before. It seems that boys of my age 'play with themselves', whatever that is. I asked him what that meant and he went all funny. Then I asked him to show me what he meant, but he refused. I kept on asking him until he kissed me.

I thought this was just to shut me up, but he kept on kissing me, lower and lower down my body. It felt funny, but kind of nice too. When he got to my willy he put it in his mouth! I should have asked him not to, but he started doing things that felt so good that I couldn't stop him.

Anyway it was now too late for me, I could hardly think. Suddenly I just knew that something was going to come out of my willy and there was no way that I could help it. I tried to pull his head off it so it wouldn't end up in his mouth. But he wouldn't let me. Next thing I noticed that he had a finger inside my bum and it was driving me crazy. Then it happened, the whole world exploded out of my willy. I thought that I was dying from sheer pleasure. I have never felt anything like it in my life, and this wonderful man, John, did it.

I couldn't work out what had happened to me, it was really weird. It was like John had been running my body, making it do things that it had never done before, and it all felt so wonderful. When I could manage it I asked him what had happened.

He then told me all the bits that my mum and dad had not bothered telling me up till now. I knew that babies weren't found under gooseberry bushes, or brought by storks. I had a fair idea that they came out of their mother's tummies, but John told me how they got in there in the first place.

It sounded both yucky and very exciting, until he told me the worst bit; I was old enough to be a daddy myself! Now that really scared me. I'm still at school. I'm only a kid. But I can make babies? However he said that I needed to do it with a girl, so doing it with him was OK. I wanted to do it again. But he said it was too soon and I must wait a bit. So we cuddled.

I noticed that his willy was still very hard, while mine had gone all soft again. I slipped my hand down and began to feel his willy. It felt really strange. It seemed to have a life of its own. It sort of jerked without him making it move. It was part of him, but separate from him too, if you know what I mean. Sometimes it would twitch and, after a while, I found how to make it do that.

John rolled on to his back and let me play with it. Then he taught me how to do it properly. I really didn't fancy putting it in my mouth, but I felt that I had to do it. However he wouldn't let me. He just found a hanky and held it ready.

He started to act really strange. His body got all tensed up, like he was getting ready to fight or run away. I was going to stop but he told me to keep on going. Then his back arched and his bum came clear of the bed. His willy went wild in my hand and I had trouble keeping hold on it. He whipped the hanky over the end of it and caught whatever it is that came out. It was white and cloudy. It smelled odd.

Once he had cleaned up he said we should go to sleep. But I wanted to do it again. My willy was hard again and it felt nice rubbing it up against his tummy. Finally he sighed and rolled me onto my back. Then his head went down and I knew I was going to get to do it again. But this time he forgot to put his finger in me and I had to remind him. It took a bit longer this time and I could notice what was happening to me. I tried to make my body obey me, but it was no use. John was in charge again, so I just let him do what he wanted with me. It was like being in Heaven.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing that I knew was Mrs Larkin yelling up the stairs telling us breakfast was nearly ready.

When we got downstairs to the dining room there was a smell that I knew, but hadn't smelled for a long time, coffee! John had brought it with him and he insisted that all the guests who wanted some got a cup. Mrs Larkin wasn't too happy about that, you could see it on her face. John also provided sugar and butter. And, to top it all, it was an egg day! It was like Christmas had come early. Everyone was happy, but I think Mrs Larkin would have been happier if John had only shared his stuff with her and Mr Larkin.

When breakfast was over, John and I went back upstairs. I had to get ready for school. I stopped to say goodbye to him and he kissed me. He might still have been kissing me if Mrs Larkin hadn't yelled up the stair telling me I was going to be late for school. But he did say something before I went downstairs.

"Maybe I'll have a surprise for you tonight."

Chapter 4 (John's Diary)

Tue 11-4-194

Me and my mouth! At one o'clock the fucking sirens started and woke me up. Thank God I had enough sense to grab the quilt off the bed and put it over my shoulders. I met Tim on the way down and we went to the shelter together. In the distance we could see the searchlights and then the anti-aircraft batteries started up. He was very nervous when we got to the shelter and I asked him what was the matter with him.

He confessed, in a whisper, that he often wet himself when the bombs fell. So I told him to go have a pee before he went in. He slunk down the side of the shelter and did his business, then we went in and found a seat in the corner. I wrapped the quilt round both of us. There was one of those pressure kerosene lamps hissing away, swinging from the ceiling, giving out a bit of heat, but not much.

Then the bombers came over and boy, did they ever bomb us. As soon as he heard the engines Tim grabbed hold of me. I put my arm around him to comfort him and that made him snuggle right up close. The poor kid was shaking with fear. I tried to tell him he was quite safe in the air raid shelter. Then he said his parents had been killed in one quite recently. I wish he hadn't told me that.

We survived and eventually the 'all clear' sounded and we went outside. The house was still there but we could see fires burning a good distance away. When we got up to our floor Tim was reluctant to let go of me. I asked him why and he said it was freezing in his room. So, in a moment of madness, I said he could spend the rest of the night with me. He jumped at the offer.

Now, I know that I like having sex with men. But, I have always done it with guys my own age. Shit, if I was just a handful of years older I'd be old enough to be his father. So I resolved to be good.

It is very hard to be good when you're in bed with a cute kid who insists on cuddling you. My cock got hard right away and it would not go down again. I tried talking to the kid. God the way they treat him in this house! He never gets his full ration. There is no form of entertainment for him and the tight bastards won't even buy him toothpaste, which is really criminal as he has a lovely set of teeth, and eyes for that matter. Yeah, I could sit and look into his beautiful big brown eyes all night long.

I had been running my hands up and down his back on the outside of his PJs, just to warm him up a bit. Somehow my hands ended up on the inside, right against his skin. I asked him if it was all right and he said that he liked it. Something made me say, "If I do anything that you don't like, or frightens you, just tell me and I'll stop."

He just giggled a bit and snuggled closer. That's when I gently kissed him on the forehead, just a little peck. When I moved my head back he turned his face up towards mine. The gesture was unmistakable and I gave him another little peck on the lips. This time we didn't break and, somehow, please don't ask me why, I went on to kiss him properly.

He didn't resist and my tongue slipped out of my mouth and into his. Suddenly he began to react, he grabbed me tightly and I could feel his hard little cock pressing against mine. His hands were abruptly on the inside of my PJs and running up and down my back. Madness took possession of me and I let my hands slide down the inside of his pants then round his buns. Oh God those buns were tempting me to do worse things to him. He explored my buns and then his tongue joined in the action. Soon it was in my mouth and exploring my teeth.

Finally I broke off before I went way too far and raped the poor boy. He looked shocked and after a moment he asked, "Why did you stop?"

"We shouldn't really be doing this, you know."

"But, I like it. Don't you like it too?"

"Yes, but if the Larkins found out..."

"You're not going to tell them, Are you?" he asked.

"No, don't be silly."

"Then that's all right," he said, kissing me again.

It was quite a while before we broke again. I had never been one for kissing before, but the kid converted me. This time he said, "My willy is all hard."

"So is mine," I confessed.

"Maybe it's because they like each other," he said, with a giggle.

"Maybe you should just jack off and then we can go to sleep." I suggested.

"I should, what?" he asked.

Over the next few minutes I discovered that things were worse than I had imagined. He was a total virgin and had never even achieved an orgasm. Even worse, while I was finding this out I had sparked his interest and he was now asking me to show him how to do it.

Of course I refused, but he persisted. In the end I gave in to his pleas, and my own baser instincts, for that matter. By now, getting him naked was not much of a problem as his PJs were half off him already. First I kissed him gently on the lips, then I kissed him on his chin, and on his Adam's apple. From there on I worked my lips down his chest and on to his belly until I got to the top of his little bush.

From that point it was one slick movement and his pecker was between my lips. I paused, fearful of a yell, but he just sighed. With one hand I pulled back his foreskin, exposing the naked head to my attack.

While this new sensation was distracting him I slipped a wet finger between those heavenly buns and located the tight little pucker that hid between them. I now began to really work on his glans to divert his attention from what was happening at the back.

My finger had begun its seductive work and already the tip was inside him. He was still making positive noises so I kept feeding his ass more of my finger. As I got further up his ass, his hips began the old familiar thrusting movements, driving the head of his boyhood deeper into my mouth. He began to make a little more noise, none of it coherent, and fortunately not too loud.

By now my finger had reached its target and his fate was sealed. He was about to have his first orgasm and it would be a biggie. As I massaged his prostate I could detect all the symptoms of an impending climax. Suddenly he was trying to pull my head off his cock. Fortunately I am much stronger and his attempts quickly faded as he lost the last dregs of control of his young body.

From that point to the peak of his orgasm was a very short interval. He gave a sort of strangled grunt and my mouth was immediately filled with boy cum. There was very little chance to swallow and he kept on shooting. Somehow I managed not to spill any. Not an easy task the way he was bucking about.

For about five minutes he lay there, panting and not making any sense. Then he gasped, "What happened?"

Perhaps it wasn't the best moment to do it, but I explained the facts of life to him. He looked at me in total disbelief. Finally he said, "You mean that I could just have made a baby?"

"Well, I'd have had to have been a girl and you would have had to do it in the right hole, but basically, yes."

"But, I'm too young!" he protested.

"Not anymore."

He looked totally astounded and it was a long time before he spoke, but when he did he said, "Can we do it again?"

"Not for a little while, but yes we can do it again."

"Good," he said, and we're not going to say anything to the Larkins, are we?"

"Definitely not," I agreed, and we went back to cuddling.

This was all very well, but I still had a raging cock and I was desperate to shoot. Gradually a small hand worked its way round the shaft and began making crude jerking motions. I rolled onto my back and proceeded to teach him how to jack a guy off. He wanted to blow me, but I wouldn't let him. It was too much for his mind to take in one night. So I found a handkerchief and when I blew my load I caught it in that rather than his lovely mouth.

Now there was no way I was going to get to sleep until he had had it again. He kept rubbing his hard little cock up against me until I gave in. As I went down on him he guided my hand to his buns and when I just caressed them he pulled them apart for me and pushed my fingers between them.

In the end I got my finger back inside him. Then he wiggled about until the tip of my finger was back on his prostate. Only when I began massaging it again did he seem happy. I did everything a bit slower this time and tried to delay the moment when he shot. But, it was like trying to stop a rampaging bull. He came in my mouth again, not so much this time, thank God. I thought I was going to drown on his first load.

He had no trouble in getting to sleep, but I lay awake for a good while. My conscience was laying a guilt trip on me. I had not only destroyed his innocence, I seemed to have given him a bit of an anal fixation. If I weren't careful he would begin to think of his ass as a sexual organ. I would have to do something to make amends, but what?

Wed 11-5-1941

At breakfast Mrs. Larkin had only made coffee for me, and I suspect herself and her husband. She didn't look too pleased when I told her that everyone should have some, even the kid. Then I made her share the butter and sugar that she had got off me too. It made me popular with everyone but her, and her man.

Today was an 'egg day' Mrs. Larkin announced. That means we all got our weekly egg. I asked for mine 'over easy' and had to explain what that meant. Tim had his boiled, as did most of the guests. However, Mr. Johnson, whose room is on the floor below ours, got his raw. He carefully stored it in a small tin box on a bed of cotton wool. He explained to me that he didn't like eggs himself but added, "It is amazing the things that you can swap for an egg these days!"

I was just running through in my mind the sort of things that Mr. Johnson would get for his egg when the radio was switched on, briefly, just for the news. God I'm sick of hearing about this fucking war. Then I had an idea for the ideal present for Tim. Later when we were upstairs and he was leaving for school, I stole a kiss from him. God, the urge to rip off his school clothes and drag him back to bed was almost overwhelming. If I'm around him for much longer I'm going to have to fuck him or I'll just go mad.

Anyway I told him that I might have a surprise for him tonight. He looked happy as he ran down the stairs. Eventually I got off to work. It's at one of those research establishments and I'd better not say too much in here, security, you know. All I'll record is the fact that they are over the moon about our tubes and want as many as we can make. But, that's been the story everywhere that I've gone.

Today I took some things from the goodie pack with me. When I asked one of the guys there about getting some components he looked a bit doubtful. A quick peek inside my briefcase very quickly changed his tune. He took me to a different part of the building and then down into a basement. Inside a locked room was a positive treasure house of used electronic equipment.

"Just help yourself. But, you'll have to smuggle it out in your briefcase," he said.

"Where the heck did all this come from? It looks military."

"Oh, it is military. It all comes from shot down enemy aircraft. The crafty blighters sometimes put navigational aids inside their normal radio gear. Of course we cottoned on to it fairly quickly. So now all the electronics is stripped out of any aircraft that comes down and it's sent here. This lot is just the regular gear and goodness knows what will happen to it. They'll probably keep it until the end of the war and scrap it then."

So, armed with a pair of wire cutters and some other small tools I quickly got to work. Soon I had far more components that I actually needed, but I couldn't be sure that they were all in working order. Anyway, the most important component, the electronic tube, would come from my sample stock, so it would be OK.

For one tin of butter, a pound of sugar and a bag of coffee beans I got all the components that I needed and he even threw in an old soldering iron, some solder and a few sets of batteries. Each of us was quite convinced we had robbed the other one, so it must have been a fair trade.

After dinner was eaten and all the washing up was done I stayed in the kitchen with Tim. He was just about bursting with excitement, but his face fell when I opened my briefcase and dumped out a load of used electronic components. However, when I told him we were going to make a 'one tube radio' he was ecstatic.

I laid out all the bits and bats carefully on the table, telling Tim what each piece was and what it did in the circuit. Then we heated the soldering iron on the gas stove and cleaned off all the old leads. Next we cleaned up the small chassis that I had found and finally we began to mount the components. Then it was just a case of wiring it up, soldering the joints, tuning it and we were in business. I don't think that I will ever forget the look of pure joy on that boy's face as he sat with the headphones on listening to his very own radio.

It is a good job I got several sets of batteries as I think he'll get through them in no time. When we went up to bed I gave him the things that I had bought for him, a toothbrush and several tins of toothpaste. This time he just looked grateful and gave me a kiss. It seems that a guilty conscience makes me a very generous person. That said, my hands found their own way inside his pants while we were kissing. God those buns are so tempting. But, I'm determined to be strong and resist.

Well, there is only so much resisting that a man can do and still stay sane. My resistance crumbled fairly quickly when we got to bed. There was no pretence of him going to his own bed and moving in to mine later, in fact we never even bothered with our PJs; we just hopped into my bed, buck-naked. As soon as we were in bed his hands were on my prick. Naturally I was as hard as a rock at the time. Then without a word, he had the head of it in his mouth. I never had a chance of stopping him.

So again I took on the role of tutor and taught him how to suck a cock. He didn't go for my ass, thank God, but he massaged my balls. By now sweat was forming on my brow and I could feel myself losing my grip. I had to warn him so I said, "If you keep on doing that, you know what'll happen, don't you?"

He didn't take it out of his mouth to answer he just nodded. So I went on, "I'll shoot in your mouth! Do you want me to have the handkerchief ready for you to spit it out?"

Here he shook his head so violently that his teeth rubbed against the head of my cock and I nearly screamed. Just as I was about to blow my load I looked down at him. He was looking up at me with those big innocent brown eyes and my cock sticking out of his cute little mouth. So it was a miracle that I didn't blow a hole in the back of his neck when I came.

I watched him deal with each shot of cum. The first one startled him but he recovered. Then he discovered that it is very difficult to swallow with a cock in your mouth. So he stored the first blast and caught the second one like a pro. By the time I was reduced to the dribbles, his cheeks were beginning to swell slightly. I pulled back and he swallowed. At first he didn't look too happy but he got control and it all went down. He even sucked out the last drops and I'll swear that he deliberately tasted them.

I had to pull him off my limp cock and we started kissing. After an age we were interrupted again, this time by the sirens. Quickly we got into our PJs and dressing gowns. Then I grabbed the quilt and we headed for the shelter. It was a bit better than the night before. The kerosene lamp wasn't there and it was replaced by a couple of candles. This meant it was a damn sight colder, but as the light was bad, we could have a lot more fun under our quilt. By the time the all clear sounded he was sitting on my hand and my middle finger was right up him.

When we got back to bed we were so cold that we just lay there hugging each other until we warmed up a bit. Then I went down on him again. For the second time he made sure that my finger was in him. He appears to have taken a liking to being finger fucked. For my part I've developed a taste for his cum.

I must have dropped off right after we finished that session. I think he kept a hold of my cock all night. Well, he still had his hand wrapped round it when the old witch called up telling us breakfast was nearly ready.

Chapter 5 (Tim's Jotter)

I couldn't pay attention at all at school today. What would his surprise be? Would he show me something even better in bed tonight? Maybe he would let me put his willy in my mouth? But I'm still not sure if I could do that, even if I do know how much fun it would be for him. Or perhaps it will be another bar of chocolate...

There was no hint from John before dinner. He didn't mention the word 'present' during the meal either. However he suggested that we both help with the washing up afterwards. When that was done he got his briefcase and opened it. Out came a lot of electrical bits, all second-hand. I must admit that I wasn't too impressed at first. Then he told me that they all came from shot down enemy bombers and he was going to make a radio out of them!

It doesn't look like much, all wires and that, with one valve in the middle. It only runs a pair of earphones, but it's mine and I can listen to it whenever I want! So I listened to it until bedtime. Then we took it upstairs and I put it carefully on the floor in my room. He called me in to my old room and gave me another present, a toothbrush and some tins of Gibbs toothpaste, that's the dead expensive stuff!

While we were kissing I decided that, tonight I was going to put his willy in my mouth, even if it was disgusting. If he could do it to me, then I should be able to do it to him. So when we got into bed, not wearing anything at all, I got right to work. Of course I had no idea of what to do, but he told me. Once it was in my mouth I was OK. It didn't taste bad or anything. It felt more exciting to have it in my mouth than in my hand.

After a while he asked me if I knew what was going to happen if I kept on doing it to him and I nodded. Then he told me he would be shooting his stuff in my mouth and asked if I wanted to spit it out. But I just shook my head. He made a funny noise and I looked up at him. He was watching me intently. There was a very strange look on his face when he started. He filled my mouth very quickly and I didn't have a chance to either swallow or spit it out. It just kept on coming and I managed to keep it in my cheeks.

When he stopped, he pulled back so just the tip was in. I swallowed it all in one big gulp, just like you do when you're taking medicine. Then I realised that I hadn't really tasted it. Luckily there was still a little left and I managed to suck that out. It tasted a bit salty and slightly bitter. But as it was John's, I didn't mind. He pulled me off his willy before I was finished and kissed me. I like kissing him but something always disturbs us when we kiss. This time it was the sirens.

We had to move fast to get some clothes on and get downstairs in time. He brought the quilt again. Tonight Mr Eldon must be on fire watch because he wasn't there, so there was no Tilley lamp, just a couple of candles. We sat in a dark corner and felt each other under cover of the quilt. He got a finger right up my bum again. This time he kept working it in and out. It felt really good and I very nearly shot.

The 'all clear' sounded and saved me from making a mess of my pyjamas. We got back upstairs and into bed again. When there are two of you in the bed cuddling it warms up fast. John got my willy in his mouth again. And I put his hand on my bum to let him know I wanted his finger in me again. I didn't even try to hold back tonight, I just let go completely. It felt wonderful letting him play with my body. He is like a really good musician playing his favourite instrument.

After we had finished John fell asleep, but I stayed awake and gently played with his willy. First I left it alone until it went down. Then I held it in my hand and made it go hard again. When it is soft I can get my forefinger and thumb round it, but as it gets stiff it slowly forces them apart. It feels really exciting when it does that. Then I must have fallen asleep because Mrs Larkin was shouting for us to get up.

I managed to pay attention at school today. None of the other boys believe that I've got my own radio, or that I helped build it. John told me about television this evening. I don't really believe him; well people say that the Americans exaggerate all the time. He says that one day it will be like having a cinema in your house. They can send the pictures through the air, just like the radio. The company he works for is already trying to send colour pictures, but the results are not very 'stable'. I asked what he meant by that and he explained that the colours keep shifting. So people had pink faces one minute and green the next.

When I went to bed it was freezing as usual so I got into Jon's bed and waited for him, and that is where I am now, writing this.

Chapter 6 (John's Diary)

Thu 11-6-1941

Work went well, I'm nearly finished here, thank God. The first thing that I'm going to do when I get back to the States is; find a good restaurant and order me a thick T-bone steak, rare, with all the trimmings.

Tonight Tim was telling me that none of the kids at his school would believe he has his own radio set. Oh well, I'm sure that he'll get to show it to them one day. He asked me what I did for a living back home and I told him we made parts for television. He only had a vague notion of what television was and I had to explain what it did and how it worked. I'm sure he thinks I was spinning him a yarn.

When I got to bed, he gets sent up about an hour before I go, he was already in my bed waiting. While we were cuddling he went down on me. I lay there for a while just enjoying the sensation of his warm mouth working over the head of my cock. Then I swung him round and went into a sixty-nine. I got my finger in him and now I started trying to synchronize my orgasm with his. Somehow I got a bit ahead and I had the damnedest job holding myself back. But, the symptoms of a young body about to go into a spasm eventually began to show and I managed to bring us off together.

It must have been just as good for him as it was for me, because he lay there with my cock in his mouth for an age. When I did get him off it and the right way round in the bed, he was in a talkative mood. His first question really threw me.

"If I was a girl, would you make me have your baby?" he asked.

I explained that it wouldn't be just my baby. If he was a girl, and he agreed to it, he would have our baby. Then I inquired as to why he had asked the question.

He said, "Then you'd have to marry me and we'd be together forever."

'Oh boy, he doesn't know anything about men', I thought, 'most guys would just hightail it dumping the girl and the baby.'

Then a horrible realization hit me. I was going home soon, but he would be staying here! In a few days we would part and I would never see him again. He was my only source of joy in this godforsaken land, and I was leaving him. Of course the next terrible truth dawned on me; I was head over heels in love with him.

How the hell could I have missed it? OK I've never been in love before, but the symptoms were so obvious. What in God's name was I going to do? All of this must have showed on my face because he asked me what was wrong. I lied and told him that it was nothing and he should go to sleep.

Then, right on cue, the god dammed sirens started screaming and we had to go down to the shelter again. The man with the kerosene lamp was there, so we couldn't get up to much under the quilt. Which was just as well since I was so miserable that I only wanted to hold Tim and never let him go.

The planes came over, bombs fell and the shelter shook. Some people were praying, some crying, we just hugged. Then we heard the engines die away and after a while the all clear sounded. Tim and I were about the last people to leave the shelter when it happened, the whole world lit up and I was blown off my feet!

Apparently, they explained to me afterwards, it had been a bomb with a delayed fuse on it and it had killed several people. Mr. Johnson had swapped his last egg. Tim was one of the injured. If we had been a few feet nearer the bomb, we would both have been killed outright. Oddly enough if we had been a bit further away we would have been under a wall that collapsed. But, where we were standing we were safe, well we would have been, if a flying brick hadn't caught Tim's head.

They managed to stop Tim's bleeding. But, there was no room in the ambulance for anyone who wasn't injured. Then the police arrived and started asking questions. Did I know who Mr. Johnson was?

It must have been the shock but I answered, "He's Mr. Johnson he lives on the second floor and he doesn't like eggs."

The funny look the cop gave me jolted me back to reality and I very embarrassedly added, "I'm sorry I must be jabbering."

"It's all right, sir," he said kindly, "It's the shock that does it. You'll feel a bit better after you've had a cup of tea."

Then he moved on to question the other survivors. Eventually a Red Cross van did arrive and gave us all a cup of tea. The guesthouse was still standing, but the damage was extensive, it no longer had any glass in the windows and the front door wasn't there anymore.

Those of us who were left went in and picked up our things. I took Tim's stuff, just one small fiber suitcase, pitiful really. There were a few clothes, his official papers, some personal items, the radio we had made together. There were some schoolbooks, but I left those as there were tears in my eyes and I couldn't see very well.

Then I got dressed, packed my things and went to the emergency accommodation, which turned out to be a church hall.

Fri 11-7-1941

As soon as I could I phoned Bert and told him what had happened. He insisted that I move in with him. Next I went to the hospital. There the situation was what can best be described as 'organized chaos'.

Trying desperately not to get in anyone's way I asked after Tim. Eventually a rather harried looking nurse took pity on me and found Tim. Not that it helped much as he was still unconscious. He looked pale and his head was bandaged. He didn't deserve all this. He was only a kid. Now not only was he orphaned, he had no home. God alone knows what would happen to him now, in this hellhole of a country.

An arm went round my shoulder and I suddenly realized that there were tears running down my face again. Then a man's voice said, "He'll most likely recover. He has concussion and he may have a cracked skull. We can't tell, as our X-ray machine is not working. Are you a relative?"

I looked round and saw the owner of the voice. He was middle- aged, wearing a white coat and had the regulation stethoscope round his neck. Obviously he was one of the medical staff. I shook my head and said, "No, we just had adjoining rooms in the guesthouse. He's a evacuee from London."

"Do you have his parent's address so we can contact them?" he asked.

I shook my head and gulped a bit. Then I managed to say, "I'm afraid that you can't, they were killed a bit back."

The doctor swore gently then said, "Well the authorities will take care of him no doubt. Can we get you a cup of tea?"

I didn't really want it but I took it anyway. 'A cup of tea' is the British panacea; it's supposed to cure everything. But, it does damn all for a broken heart.

There was nothing that I could do at the hospital so I returned to Bert's place. He had put me in his spare room. Not the most salubrious accommodation, but I was in no position to complain, it was a damn sight better than the church hall. When Bert got home he took one look at me and said, "John, we really need to talk."

Of course he was right; I was a total mess. Slowly we worked through what had happened. No, I didn't mention the sexual part to Bert. To tell the truth, it wasn't really what was upsetting me. Tim was heading for deep shit and I couldn't think of a way to get him out of it. Carefully I explained Tim's dilemma.

Bert sat listening to me totally impassively until I finished then he said, "I can only see one way that you can get the kid out of this mess, and that is to adopt him."

I smiled wanly at Bert and said, "They only let married couples adopt kids."

"And how do they know that you aren't married?" he asked.

"Paperwork, this whole planet runs on it."

"I hate to remind you but, there is a war on, and some slipshod practices have worked their way into the system. Let's say you tried to adopt him and you were asked for proof of your marriage. Why, these days you might get away with an affidavit, and I'm sure that I could provide you with a fairly authentic forgery. Of course if we get found out, we are both in deep shit."

At first I wasn't sure but he insisted that I slept on it. Sleep did not come easy in an empty bed. God, he had only been with me for a couple of nights and yet it felt that he had always been there. Somewhere, in the wee small hours of the morning, I gave in. As far as I could see, forgery and deceit provided the only ways to save Tim.

In the morning I told Bert of my decision. He grinned at me and said that he had spent part of the night checking out how it could be done. He finished by saying, "They are trying desperately to move all their kids out of danger. If you succeed you'll get Tim well out of it. True, they did try moving some kids to Canada by ship, but it was torpedoed and most of them were killed. However, I think that I can airlift you home, which should be safer. There are contingents of British pilots going over for training in the States. I should be able to slip you both onto spare seats on one of the flights. So go for it!"

This last sentence was very easy to say, but very difficult to implement. They call paperwork 'red tape' in the UK and I got all tangled up in the stuff. Shit! I was offering a kid a good home and giving them one less mouth to feed. You think that they would be grateful for that at least. But, no, I trudged from government office to government office, showing Tim's papers. No one could actually make a decision.

Chapter 7 (Tim's Jotter)

A lot has happened since I last wrote, but I'll try to remember it all and tell it exactly as it occurred.

When he came up to bed, we lay close together trying to warm up. I could feel him getting hard, it was pressing against my belly. I didn't bother to ask him, I just went down and put it in my mouth. He sighed and played with my hair, letting me do what I wanted with it. Then he turned me round and suddenly my willy was in his mouth too! I didn't have to remind him to put his finger in, he did it all on his own. Then the most fantastic thing happened, we both did it together at the exact same time!

It was a while before I got over that one. I've no idea how long I lay with his limp willy in my mouth. But eventually he turned me round and we started kissing and cuddling again.

I had been thinking over what he had told me about people having babies and I asked him, "If I was a girl, would you make me have your baby?"

He laughed and answered, "I wouldn't 'make' you have my baby. But if you were a girl I'd ask you if you'd like to have 'our' baby. But what brought that on?"

"Well, if I had your baby inside me than you'd have to marry me and I'd be with you forever."

He smiled down at me, but then he went all strange. He looked sort of taken aback. I tried asking him what the matter was, but he just told me not to bother and to go to sleep. He was holding me very tight. I had just managed to doze off when the sirens started up.

We went down to the shelter but Mr Eldon was there with his Tilley lamp, so we just sat huddled under the blanket. The planes came over and some of the bombs came pretty close. And that's when everything went blank for me.

The next bit was very confusing. Lights being shone in my eyes, fuzzy people round me, lots of noise and, to top it all, a terrible headache.

They told me the story in dribs and drabs. A bomb had gone off as we left the shelter. Several people from the guesthouse had been killed. No one knew what had happened to John. The house itself was badly damaged. Mr and Mrs Larkin had gone to stay with her sister in Wales. I had a concussion, a bad bang on the head, but I wasn't badly injured. They needed the bed for people who were serious cases so I was being moved to the Scout Hut down behind the canal 'for the moment'.

I'm beyond the point of feeling sorry for myself. Everyone that I've ever cared for has been killed or just disappeared. What's the point of going on? I tried going to school but it was closed. Then someone told me it was Saturday and I felt a right fool. So I went round to the guesthouse to see what it looked like.

It was all boarded up, but I'm small and I know about the basement window, so I got in. Inside it is a real mess. The ceilings have all come down and there is broken glass everywhere. The stairs looked as though they would take my weight so I went up to the attic.

Some thieving bastard has been there before me. Everything of John's and mine has been pinched! I don't even have anything to remember him by. The only things they left me were my schoolbooks, oh and this jotter. The bastard even took my radio, the one we made together. That made me cry again.

When I was coming out a heavy hand landed on my shoulder and a deep voice said, "Hello, what have we here? A little looter, I'll be bound."

I just about wet myself! But, it was only old Constable Jenkins, he's the beat copper round here, so he knows me.

"I was just getting my schoolbooks," I said.

He gave me a long lecture about going into bomb damaged buildings then he asked me how things were. I lied and told him that it was OK at the Scout Hut. So he let me go and I got back in time for tea.

On Monday it was back to school. The whole world is now such a grey place. Nothing fun happens anymore. I spend my days in school or just sitting around and almost every night there is an air raid alert. I hate it in the shelter and they now keep an eye on me to make sure I go. Well, I did spend one air raid alert in the Scout Hut and nothing happened.

Today I had just got back from school, I'm the only kid in the men's bit and all the others get back from work later, when someone walked in. It's a funny thing, but when you see a policeman's uniform you never look at the man who is wearing it. I just thought 'Oh heck, what are they after me for this time?' But it was only old Constable Jenkins again.

Chapter 8 (John's Diary)

Tue 11-11-1941

I've been at it for days and I was making no visible progress. Then today I ended up in one office where a rather nice young lady was carefully explaining to me that I needed to show her my original marriage certificate. In desperation I tried the ubiquitous excuse, 'there's a war on' so couldn't she just accept the affidavit? Then I asked exactly what she was going to do with the certificate. She admitted that she only had to see the certificate, and not keep the document.

That was the point where the light came on in my head. I noticed that her legs were not covered with stockings. They were stained with, I suspect, tea. So I quite blatantly complimented her on her legs and remarked how much nicer they would look in a pair of nylons... Three pair of nylons later I had got over my first hurdle.

With this knowledge, and another goodie kit from Bert, I calmly bribed my way through the system. It was like magic, doors just opened in front of me. Soon I was rushing back to the hospital to pick up Tim. The building was cordoned off and evacuated. A sign warned me of an unexploded bomb. I have no shame in saying that I just sat down and cried my eyes out.

The police in England have a different attitude to our cops. This one, a bit old for street patrols I thought, was quite kindly. He hunkered down beside me and told me that no one had been hurt.

I sobered myself up as best I could and said that I was looking for someone injured by another bomb a few days earlier.

"Well they have all been moved to various places, sir. If you go to the Town Hall, I'm sure they'll be able to help you."

He even walked me round to show me where it was. The line of people went from the front door and right down the side of the building!

"I think that coming back early tomorrow morning might be your best bet, sir," he informed me.

About here I was looking for a wall to bash my head against. No matter what I did I was thwarted at every step. Now I had all the damned paperwork I couldn't find Tim and my time was running out. If I wasn't back in the States soon questions would start to be asked.

"Don't take it so hard, sir," he said, "What was the name of the person you were looking for?"

"Tim Millar,' I replied

At this his face brightened and he said, "Now, I think that I might just be able to help you there. Young Tim was discharged from the hospital the night before the bomb fell. He's living in temporary accommodation. It's a Scout Hut, only about a mile from here. I'll come with you if you want."

On the way there he got me to tell him the 'official' version of the story, the one where my 'wife' and I were going to adopt Tim.

A uniform is also a wonderful device for opening doors. We had no problem in gaining access to the screened off bit of the Scout Hut that the males were occupying. The only person there was my darling Tim. Fortunately the sight of the uniform stopped him from running across the room and hugging me.

"Ah, there's the lucky lad who's going to America," said the cop.

Tim's reaction to this statement was one of total bafflement.

"Yes, this kind man, and his good lady wife, are adopting you, lad," he continued.

Tim looked at me in disbelief when he heard the word 'wife'. However, as I was standing just behind the cop I gave Tim a sly wink. He replied with an almost imperceptible nod.

Chapter 9 (Tim's Jotter)

Then the one person that I never expected to see again was right behind him, John!

Constable Jenkins then told me that I was going to America to live with John and his wife. I don't know which shocked me the most, going to America or John having a wife. But, John winked at me and I had enough sense to shut up.

He and Constable Jenkins spoke to the Warden and got back my temporary ration card. Then John took me straight to the station. He was staying with a friend of his since the bomb. He has all my things, even the radio! He bought First Class tickets. I've never been in a First Class compartment before. It was an old carriage and it didn't have a corridor. But it was very comfy with wide seats.

For the first few stops there were other people in the compartment so we just sat opposite each other. After the third stop the last person got out and I went and sat on John's knee. We kissed and cuddled as the train steamed along.

When we were in the next station the sirens went off. The train pulled out and stopped in a tunnel. Then all the lights were put out. I was sitting on John's knee in the dark and I felt his hand on my leg. Then, as we kissed, it moved slowly up the leg of my shorts, inside my underpants and soon he was playing with my willy.

I hadn't done it for ages. The last time was when I did it with him. So it didn't take me long to get close to making a mess in my pants. I told him that I was going to shoot and he stopped. Then he got me to stand up while he unbuttoned my shorts. He pulled them and my underpants off! So there I was, on a train, naked from the waist down!

Now he made me stand on the seat while he took my willy into his mouth. I opened my legs and he put his finger in me. After that I started shooting almost right away.

I got myself dressed again but the train stayed in the tunnel. I was back sitting on his knee and I could feel just how hard he was. I got off and knelt between his legs. Then I unbuttoned his trousers and took out his willy. I hardly had it in my mouth any time at all before he shot. I don't think he had done it since the last time either. I'm beginning to like him doing it in my mouth. He has started running his fingers through my hair and I like that.

While we were sitting in the dark I started asking John questions about shagging girls. I said, "If girls have two holes down there, how do you know which is which."

It made him laugh but he explained it pretty well, however he did say that some guys deliberately used the 'wrong' hole. When I asked why, he told me it was mainly to avoid having babies.

I thought about that for a while and then I realised that if you can shag a girl at the back, surely you can shag a boy the same way. So I asked him if it was possible. He went awful quiet for a while. Then in a very soft voice he said, "Yes."

"So you could shag me?" I asked.

"You're very young and I might hurt you," he answered.

"But if a girl can do it, I'm sure that I could," I protested.

Then he explained that girls produce 'lubrication' when it is done the proper way, but an 'artificial lubricant' must be used when they do it the other way. After I begged him for a while he promised that he would get some thing and one day he would shag me. But he sounded very reluctant.

Eventually the train started up again and the lights were switched on. We got to our station hours late and John had to pay for a taxi to take us to his friend's house. His friend was another American and he was very nice. But I had to sleep in the guestroom while John slept on the sofa in the lounge. I would much rather have been in the same bed as John, but he said no.

Chapter 10 (John's Diary)

The cop got the Warden to check Tim out and give me all the paperwork. We got to the railroad station in good time to catch the train. God even the first class compartments over here are crap. Of course the reduced lighting and sticky tape on the windows doesn't help.

The car we were in didn't even run to a corridor. Actually this turned out to be quite useful. After a few stations we were the only ones in the compartment. So, as no one could barge in and interrupt us, Tim came across and sat on my knee. Of course every time we pulled into a station he had to get off and sit opposite.

We were in a station when the air raid sirens went off. There was a hell of a lot of shouting and whistle blowing. The train pulled out and went into a tunnel where it stopped. Then they killed the lights.

Tim came across again and we got back down to some serious kissing. My hand was on his naked leg and it was so tempting just to slide it up his thigh, right up the leg of those silly shorts he wears. So we sat, him on my knee and my hand inside his underpants playing with his stiff little cock.

I could sense that he was peaking pretty fast so when he said that he was getting near, I stopped and began to unbutton his fly. Then I thought, what the hell, and removed his shorts and underpants. Now I made him stand on the seat with his feet on either side of me. This left his rigid little member in the perfect position for my mouth. Since his legs were nicely opened I applied the old wet finger to his ring and slipped it in.

He must have been very hot because I had hardly gotten into my stride before he filled my mouth with his teenage seed.

Somehow, in the pitch dark, we found his clothes and got him dressed again. Now we could get back to kissing. His cute little ass was wriggling about on my cock and needless to say I had a painful erection. If I hadn't promised myself that I wouldn't fuck him, I might have just laid him along the bench seat and reamed his tight little ass out.

When it became obvious that the train was not going anywhere for the moment he started playing with me. The next thing that I knew was, my trousers were unbuttoned, my prick was out, he was on his knees between my legs and he had his mouth round my cock. I'm only human and I could not control myself under these conditions. I just shot my bolt into his warm little mouth. It wasn't until I was finished and I let go of his head that I realized that I had almost been holding him on my cock while I shot. I felt really guilty, but he didn't say a word.

The damn train was still not moving, so we were talking about this and that, when the subject of straight sex came up. He used the schoolboy term 'shagging' instead of 'fucking'. It was kind of cute. But he wanted to know the nuts and bolts of fucking a girl. Somewhere down the line I mentioned in passing that girls can take it up the ass. He homed in on this and I tried to divert him by telling him that they only did it to avoid pregnancy.

But it was too late; he had figured out that boys could be butt fucked too. Even worse, he wanted to try it right there and then. I put him off by telling him we would need some lube. God, what have I done? He's made me promise to screw him.

Sometime later the damn train moved and we arrived hours late. Fortunately Bert is used to the railroads over here and he wasn't too worried. Tim got my bed in the spare room and I got Bert's settee. The kid wanted me to sneak in with him, but I didn't dare.

Chapter 11 (Tim's Jotter)

Early the next morning we had to catch a train. After changing trains several times we ended up at Poole, which is way down south near Bournemouth. By the time we got there I was very tired. Even though we had traveled First Class again, we were never alone.

Then came the really exciting bit, we got on a flying boat! All the other passengers were RAF airmen going to America for training. The ones that I spoke to told me that they were going to bomb the Hell out of the enemy when they came back. Now, thinking about what has happened to me I suppose that I should have felt good about that, but I didn't. Somewhere other kids like me were going to lose their mums and dads. So I felt sad.

Because it was winter we couldn't fly across the Atlantic Ocean directly. We went by Bathurst, which is on the Gambia River somewhere on the west coast of Africa. It was summer there! Then, after a meal, we took off again and landed in Trinidad and it was still summer! We touched down again in Bermuda but I don't remember much of that as I was very tired by that time.

Sometime later we got to Baltimore in America and landed on a river. We got off with all the airmen and said goodbye to them. Then there was another train journey, this time to New York. I don't remember much of that either. We ended up in a hotel but I never found out the name of it. There I finally got to bed and I went out like a light. When I woke up it was the middle of the night, but outside the streetlights were on, there was no blackout. I could see John sleeping in the other bed, so I sneaked over and joined him. It was good just to hold him again.

The next morning we got up and dressed then went down to breakfast. All the food was laid out on a long table and you could just help yourself. I had two eggs, bacon and two sausages. Later John told me that I could have taken as many eggs as I wanted! John had pancakes and syrup with his bacon and eggs! He also had about four cups of coffee.

Then he took me out shopping and bought me new clothes. There is no rationing here and all the shops are full of things to buy, all you need is money. After lunch we went back to the railway station to get a train to John's home. It takes two and a half days!

Chapter 12 (John's Diary)

Wed 11-12-1941

We said a hurried goodbye to Bert and set off for the railroad station. God what a journey! I'm not sure how many times we changed trains before we got to Poole. The papers Bert had given me worked wonders; we were soon on board a flying boat. As Bert had predicted the plane was filled with RAF types going on training. The flight took forever; we went via Africa, Trinidad and Bermuda, just to get to Baltimore.

There was no problem getting into the States. We just went through with the RAF guys. It seems that we were down on the manifest as members of their group!

I doubt if Tim remembers anything of the trip to New York or checking into the hotel. The poor kid was totally out of it. He had been on trains, planes, trains again and he had crossed five time zones. All of which can knock the stuffing out of a grown man, never mind a teenager. I put him to bed in the hotel then got to bed myself.

Fri 11-14-1941

When I woke up there was a hand round the shaft of my cock. Tim had moved into my bed during the night. However there was no time for fun and games, as I wanted to do some shopping before we caught the train. So I carefully removed Tim's hand and got up.

We were still in time for breakfast and when we got down we found it was laid out buffet style. I had pancakes and maple syrup as well as bacon and eggs. It was good to get enough to eat again.

Tim just stood there looking at all the food. In the end I filled his plate for him. He got over his astonishment pretty fast when he got back to the table. It was all down his throat before I got to my second cup of coffee.

Then it was off to the shops to buy some decent clothes for him. Apparently he had never owned a pair of long trousers before. They did make him look a lot older, I thought. Amongst the other things that I bought were two T-bone steaks. I was going to have some red meat again and I wanted lots of it.

We went back to the hotel to collect our stuff then off to the railroad station. The hell with the expense, I had had enough of austerity, here there wasn't a war on, so it was going to be first class all the way home.

I was in luck; there were Pullman 4-4-2 sleeper cars on the train so I booked a compartment and the adjoining drawing room. I even managed to get E and F which are in the middle of the car, well away from the wheel noise. I gave the attendant the T- bones along with a couple of bucks and told him to give them to the chef. I'd have mine rare and Tim's medium.

Tim was immensely impressed with the train, and having seen the trains in England, I'm not surprised. He was less impressed with his radio's performance though. These steel cars screen the signal quite a lot so it would only work close by the window. He didn't seem to understand the way we broadcast over here; lots of local stations with limited range. He is used to just a few stations that are available all over the country.

But you should have seen the look on his face when we went to dinner and the T-bone was put in front of him. At first he thought he had been given the serving plate for both of us. Then when mine was put down it dawned on him that it was all his. He did manage to finish it, but it took him a while.

When we got back to our car we found that the beds in the compartment had been pulled down ready for us and suddenly he was all over me. He has worked out that I get a woody if he sits on my lap and kisses me. Eventually he brought it all to a head by asking, "Did you get the lubricant so you can shag me?"

It sounded quite obscene coming from him. He looks so innocent. But I had to admit that I now had a jar of Vaseline. This excited him and he started pulling off his clothes. I tried to talk him out of it, but by that time he was lying on the bed, face down, holding his butt cheeks apart, and the words died unsaid. So I undressed and joined him on the bed.

I've never really had a lot of trouble controlling my own body, until that night on the train. Working the Vaseline into his tight little pucker, knowing that my cock was soon going to be where my fingers were, kept me right on the edge of shooting.

What made things even worse was his impatience. Being a virgin he had no idea of what getting fucked involved. I had one finger in him and he wanted me to mount him. I was holding out for three fingers before I even tried, but by the time I had two in him, he was quite literally begging for it.

However I had enough will power left to refuse his demands and I continued to finger him until I had three fingers firmly wedged in him. Only then did I start to grease myself up. Having wiped the surplus lube off on a handkerchief I got one of the towels under him to catch any mess. Then I got on the bed behind him and lowered myself on top of his body.

He looked so small and helpless. But he was still egging me on and he had his butt cheeks pulled wide apart again. Looking down I guided the head of my cock until it was directly over his well-greased ring. Then I pressed as gently as I could. To my surprise the head slipped right in. Now I paused and asked him if he was OK?

When he confirmed this I pushed a little more in. Everything went well for a while then he seized up on me and I felt his ring tighten on my manhood. From my own experience of being the guy nearest the bed I knew that he was already feeling quite a bit of discomfort. So I quickly withdrew a fraction.

"You have got to relax, Tim," I said.

"I'm trying to but it's not working," he replied.

"Just try."

"No, I think that you'll have to take it out," he said.

This was a very dangerous point. As far as I was concerned we had passed the point of no return. But, if I pushed into him now it would hurt like hell and he would never let me up him again. I pulled back a little more and again asked him to relax. But he was still making noises that he wanted it to stop. Suddenly the tight grip on my cock disappeared and I slid up him quite a bit with no effort at all! Then he tightened up on me, but it was him doing it, not an involuntary reflex. I again pulled back a fraction.

"That's the way, Tim. Do that a couple more times and I'm home," I gasped.

It took him a couple of minutes to get up the courage to try, but when he did I slipped most of my manhood into him meeting no resistance at all. After that it took only one more go and I was in him to the hilt.

Now I just lay on top of him trying not to move in case it made me shoot prematurely. After a while he twitched his ass and before I could stop it, my cock bucked in response. For some reason this made him giggle and he kept on doing it. Now, for me the feeling was stupendous, but in my campaign to control my shooting, it was in no way helping.

I realized that if I was going to fuck him, and not just cum in his ass, I would have to act soon. I pulled all the way back, very slowly. God it felt good and Tim sighed happily. Then I pushed back in again. But this time it was a slow continuous movement. Ye gods that felt even better! As I entered him for the second time he let out a long breath, it was as if I was pushing the air out of his lungs.

I kept up the slow fuck for as long as I could. But I was going to shoot and there was no way of avoiding it. I got my hand under him and found his cock. My objective was a simultaneous orgasm. As soon as I wrapped my hand round the shaft he began thrusting with his hips. This had a dual effect. His cock was fucking my hand and his ass was moving up and down my manhood in the most divine way.

So I just let him take over and drive us both over the edge. The sensation of shooting in his tight little ass exceeds my powers of description. That, coupled with the cock in my hand thrusting and shooting at the same moment, made it all perfect. He did make a bit of noise though. Still, as it was his first fuck, he was entitled to.

It must have been a full twenty minutes before we parted. By that time my cock was totally soft. I pulled out and looked at his ring. No blood, thank God, but it was no longer a tight little pucker. Now it gaped open and I could see my spent seed mixed with the Vaseline glistening in the soft light of the bed lamp. He rolled over and we kissed.

But in an hour he wanted it again, and I gave in to him. This time round things went much more smoothly. All the problems about entering him were solved. He had worked out how to relax for me. I was no longer as hot and I could take my time and really enjoy being inside his wonderful ass.

Tim also seemed to be having a better time as he was much more animated. He squirmed and wriggled under me as I slowly moved in and out of him. He even asked if I could do it harder, and there was me being as gentle as possible. I didn't at first but he kept on about it so I granted his wish and began to pound his little ass. He stepped it up another notch and another. Finally I had my arms under his armpits and my hands turned backwards grabbing his shoulders while I gave him everything that I had to give. By the time that I finally came I was in tears.

I never did find out if he came that time. I was too ashamed of what I had just done. For some reason I had listened to him and he had goaded me into taking the brakes off totally. I had just lost all my self-control while fucking a teenager.

When we parted for the second time I was almost afraid to look and see what damage I had caused. However I plucked up my courage and I was much relieved again to find no blood. But his ring now looked quite puffy and angry. He said that it wasn't sore, but he winced a bit when I tried to examine him with my fingers. Then I made him go to the bathroom and get rid of my load. He wanted to keep it in all night but I told him not to be disgusting. I cleaned myself up in the drawing room.

Anyway, he didn't try for a third go that night. He just curled up in my arms and went to sleep. I lay awake for a while listening to the sounds that a train makes and wondering what I had started. I thought that my own sex drive was on the high side, but I was having trouble keeping up with Tim, and he was only a kid. What will he be like when he grows up?

Chapter 13 (Tim's Jotter)

I had thought that travelling First Class in England was the tops, but John got us not one but two compartments on the train! It was really good; we had a bedroom and a drawing room all to ourselves. They have a door between them that can be locked when they are used as two separate rooms.

By now I was awake at last. John says that crossing so many 'time zones' was what made me sleepy, but now I seem to be over it. Gosh, we have a toilet in each room. John says that most people only get one room, so that's why there are two toilets.

The radio that we made together doesn't work too well in the train, but he says that it will work OK when we get to his place. He seems to know the attendant because he calls him by his first name, which is George. Although I've seen a lot of black people since we got here, George is the first one that I've seen close up. He's not much older than me, but he's a lot bigger. When he smiles he looks very nice.

We went down to the dining car for dinner and I got the biggest steak that I've ever seen! It would be the meat ration for two people for about a week back home, maybe even two weeks. I haven't seen so much meat on the table since Mr Johnson brought back three rabbits from his father-in-law's farm. I don't think that I've ever been so full. I asked John if he always eats so well. He laughed and said that if he had one every night he'd be as fat as a pig. This made me think and I realised that had been seeing a lot more fat people in America than I had back home.

When we got back to our part of the train the beds were made up in the bit John calls the compartment. The other bit he calls the drawing room. We sat in the drawing room while John had what he said was a nightcap, a small scotch. I sat on his knee and wriggled around until I made him hard. Then I asked if he had got the lubricant.

He said yes and I quickly got off him and undressed. He still didn't seem too keen to shag me but I went through and lay face down on the bed all ready for him. He took his clothes off and followed me in with a jar of Vaseline in his hand. So this was the great 'lubricant'. I was a bit disappointed but I didn't let it show.

He put some on his fingers and rubbed it on my bum. Then he pushed his finger into me. Not far enough in to be really exciting, but it was nice. I asked him when he was going to start and he said he had to make me a bit slacker first or it would hurt me too much. He got another finger in and I began to feel a bit full back there. However when I told him to get on with it, he still wanted to wait.

Eventually he got a third finger in me and it didn't feel too bad. Then he finally pulled his finger out and put one of the towels from the rack under me. I felt the bed sag as he climbed on. I could feel the heat of his naked body as he came closer to me. I pulled my bum open to help him get in and then I felt the head of his willy touch my bum. I remember thinking how hot and hard it felt.

He press down and the big fat head of it just slipped into me. Then he asked me, "Are you OK?"

I said that I was and he gave another little shove. Everything was going far too slowly for me and the next time he shoved, I pushed back. Oh boy, was that ever a mistake. Suddenly it was hurting me and I went all tense. That made it hurt even more. Thank goodness John pulled back a little as that stopped it hurting.

He kept telling me to relax, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't. I knew that he was never going to shag me now. So I asked him to take it out. He pulled back again, but only a little bit and he kept telling me to relax. I suddenly realised that it was going to get pushed into me whether I wanted it or not. This isn't how I imagined it would be.

So I decided to push him out. I just pretended I was sitting on the toilet having a crap and I pushed as hard as I could. What happened next was really amazing. Instead of him being forced out of me, he did the exact opposite and slid in even further. But the really good thing was it didn't hurt this time.

He told me to do it again, but it was a minute or so before I could make myself do it. When I did he got all of it in me. He now lay on top of me and I could feel his hairy chest on my back. With all of his willy in my bum, I felt that I was dying for a crap. I sort of squeezed it and it jumped about inside me. It felt really funny and good. So I did it again and again, it made John groan.

Then he began to move it in and out of me. The fat head of it kept running over that bit inside me and it made me feel really good. I just more or less lay there and let him do all the work. He got his hand round my willy and I started to shag his hand. It was fun because I was now getting it from both sides. I was running my willy through his greasy fingers and his willy was being pushed in my bum. As I shot my lot into his hand I could feel his willy going mad inside me. It got even bigger, and then he was squirting his cream into me.

We lay there for a long time, not moving or talking. I now had time to think about it. I was a boy, but he had just used me like I was a girl. I didn't want to be a girl, because they're silly. But I did like being shagged. The best bit was when he sort of took me over completely. Then he could do what he wanted with me. About here another thought struck me; if I had been a girl he would have made me have his baby. Now that idea made my willy start to go hard again.

I had the feeling that he had been doing it very gently and I didn't like being treated like a little kid. Next time I would make him do it properly.

Then we rolled over and had a nice long kiss. Ages later he said that we should get cleaned up and go to sleep. But I wanted him to shag me again. Getting him hard is very easy. Why, I'll bet I could keep his willy stiff all day long, if I really tried.

So I was rolled back on my tum and he knelt between my legs. This time I just tried to push him out right from the start and it worked perfectly. I didn't just lie there like I had the last time I really moved my bum as he shagged me. I kept on telling him to do it harder but nothing much happened. So I nagged him about it.

Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down hard onto his willy. That pushed it much further into me than before. His hips speeded up and I suddenly realised that I was trapped. There was no way that I could stop him. I was completely at his mercy. He seemed to have gone mad and he was pounding it into me as if he was trying to kill me with it. Before I knew what was happening I was shooting into the towel, but I hadn't even touched myself! Inside me I felt his willy suddenly get bigger and then I could feel him firing his spunk into me.

Lying there afterwards I began to think again and I realised that I had been properly shagged that time. I also worked out that John wasn't quite in control of himself at the end. It was frightening, but exciting as well. He was very sorry and asked me over and over if he had hurt me. I just lied and said no, as it was a good sort of hurt.

Then he insisted that we clean up. He even made me go use the toilet. I wanted to keep it in me all night, but he made me let it out. It felt strange, another man's seed dribbling out of my bum. Again I felt the burning shame, but I got a stiffy too.

Then we messed up the upper bunk to make it look as if it had been slept in and went to bed together in the bottom one. Just before I dropped off I made him hard again, but I didn't dare try for another shag 'cause I was too sore.

The next morning at breakfast the waiter asked me how I'd like my eggs. I must have looked puzzled because he then told me all the different ways I could have them, boiled, poached, scrambled or fried. I went for fried and this just brought more questions, easy over or sunny side up? Here John rescued me and said that I'd have them sunny side up. Honestly, all the decisions that you have to make before you can get your breakfast.

Later John talked George into showing me round the train. It was really interesting! I saw how they cook all the food in a very small kitchen. They had loads of food though, enough to feed a whole street. George isn't really his name, it's Danny. I asked him why John called him George and he told me all the white people call black Pullman car attendants George. It sounds very silly to me. He also said that he was still in training. His dad and two of his uncles are attendants. That's how he got the job.

Danny likes to touch me. He always had his hand on my shoulder or my arm. He keeps looking directly into my eyes, the same way that John does, and it makes me feel all squishy inside. Every time, when we were squeezing past people in the narrow corridor, he would be directly behind me, pushing against my bum.

Then we went to the bar car, where they serve drinks. But the best bit ever was when we stopped at a station and I got to ride to the next station on the locomotive! Now that was dead exciting! I noticed that when I was getting up and down off the locomotive Danny had his hands on my bum, helping me, but I didn't really need help.

When he was taking me back to our compartments he showed me the rest of the sleeper car, which is called a Pullman 4-4-2. It is really good as it has all different types of rooms. At each end there are two 'bedrooms' these are the smallest and cheapest, they sleep two people, have no toilet and are very small.

Then there are four 'compartments' these also sleep two, but they are slightly larger and have a very small toilet. Last are the two 'drawing rooms' which are the biggest of all although they only sleep one they have a bigger toilet. Two of the compartments can be linked together and each of the drawing rooms can link to a compartment.

Danny said that our compartment and drawing room are the best on the train. Then he told me how much it cost John. Gosh, he must have plenty of money.

He took me into compartment G, that's the one next door to ours. It wasn't in use and he let us in with his passkey. It was the mirror image of our one. I was looking out of the window when I felt him stand right behind me again. Then he whispered in my ear, "Did he hurt you very much?"

I could feel my face go red, but I kept cool and said, "What makes you think that he hurt me?"

"I was in here last night and I heard you," he said.

"Maybe you made a mistake," I tried.

That made him laugh. He went over to the bunk and beckoned me to join him. There he pointed to one of the screws that hold the wall panels on, it was missing. When I looked through the screw hole I could see John sitting in our bit, writing in his order book. Danny had seen what we had been doing!

"You're too beautiful to be a boy, you should have been a girl," he whispered, and it made me feel all funny inside.

He was standing behind me again, but this time he was a lot closer. I could feel his willy through our clothes. A sudden thought crossed my mind; was his willy black? Then his hands went round my waist and he gently pulled me back against him. So I wiggled my bum against his willy and I could now feel that it was getting hard.

"You really like it, don't you," he asked.

"Like what?" I asked, as if I didn't know.

"Like cock," he said, grinding it against me.

I slipped my hand behind me and felt him. Although he was just a bit older than me, his willy was almost as big as John's. That surprised me as I thought he would be nearer my size. I now began to play with him through the thick material of his uniform trousers.

"Do you suck cock?" he whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

"Ever sucked a nigger's cock?"

I shook my head. I had never even seen one, let alone suck it.

"Wanna suck mine?"

I turned in his arms and pressed myself against him. He had very thick lips but they were very soft when he kissed me. His tongue was in my mouth before I knew it and then he did the strangest thing; he sucked all the air out of my lungs! It made me hug him even tighter.

After a second he blew it back in again, which also felt funny. Then he gently pushed me down onto my knees. Once I was kneeling in front of him, he unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underpants and his willy jumped up, it was even blacker than he was. The hair round it was just like the hair on his head, tight black curls. I noticed that his balls are even bigger than John's.

He didn't waste any time getting it into my mouth and I began to do to it all the things that John had taught me. I tried something that I had never done with John; I slipped my finger up his bum. Finding the special bit was easier than I thought, because as soon as my finger touched it he said, "Oh God, yes!"

So I ran my finger round and round while I used my tongue and lips on his willy. I must have been doing it right because he grabbed my head and began pushing it back and forwards.

Then I realised that he was going to shoot and he was holding my head so that I couldn't get away! He never said that he was going to, or even asked me if I minded, he just let go in my mouth. My goodness he made an awful lot, it filled my mouth and it was coming out round the sides by the time he stopped. It tasted quite different from John's.

Suddenly he changed and he became very frightened. He jerked his cock out of my mouth and quickly pulled up his pants. He looked terribly worried and made me promise not to tell. I asked if we could do it again and that calmed him down a bit. Why is everyone worried about me telling someone? He never even tried to make me shoot and I was a bit upset about that. But he did promise to see me tomorrow.

When I got back to our compartments I went straight into the tiny toilet and cleaned my teeth. John decided that he had done enough work for one day and put his books away. Then he made me tell him all the things that I had been doing. Naturally I left out the bit about sucking Danny's cock, 'cause he might not have understood that.

It was now time to go to lunch and again it was a lot of different choices. I don't think that I'll ever get used to it. In the afternoon I had a nap to make up for all the sleep that I missed last night playing around with John. When I woke up he started to teach me how to play chess. It's quite difficult, remembering all the moves that each piece can make.

Chapter 14 (John's Diary)

Sat 11-15-1941

When I woke this morning I realized that I had been so concentrating on my efforts to get Tim out of the UK that my work was seriously beginning to suffer. I had copious notes that had to be translated into order sheets. Not a difficult job, just one that requires a lot of concentration; something that does not come easy if you have a teenager continuously trying to get into your pants. I was wondering how I could distract him for a few hours when I ran into our attendant in the corridor.

"Is everything all right with the boy, sir?" he asked.

I suddenly realized that last night Tim had been a bit loud and the sound deadening on the train is less than perfect. Thinking on my feet I quickly answered, "He had a bad time in Britain. His parents were both killed by a bomb, and he was injured by another one. I'm afraid that it still gives him nightmares."

My initial hope was to divert his attention but the reaction was immediately one of great sympathy. Eventually he asked if Tim would like to see round the train. I was delighted so we found Tim and asked him what he thought. Two minutes later the pair of them vanished and I could at last settle down to do some work in peace.

With nothing to disturb me I quickly got to work. However progress was not quite as fast as I would have liked it to be. Copious as my notes were, I still found problems translating them into data for my order book. That said, it looked like I had picked up a formidable amount of work for our company. I had also compiled a 'wish list'. These were products that the scientists wanted, but did not exist. Some were of course wildly impossible, but others appeared to be probable. If we could get them to work, we could patent them and make a fortune.

Before I realized it Tim was back and I decided to call it a day. Despite my reservations I had got through a fair amount of work and it was almost lunchtime. Tim ducked into the bathroom to brush his teeth before lunch. He's proud of his teeth and I'm glad that I was able to help him save them.

After lunch I tried to teach him chess but he appears to have difficulty remembering which pieces can make which moves. He obviously prefers checkers.

I had the fish at dinner but Tim can't keep off the meat. Still, after what he's been through I can't blame him for pigging out on the meat. We went to the bar car and I had a nightcap. Tim thought it strange when the waiter took the drinks away while the train went through a dry county. But it is understandable, as they don't have any dry counties in England.

When we got back to our compartments there was no messing about, we both stripped off and dived into bed. I got him to lay head to toe and we both started by sucking each other's cocks. I now decided to push him a bit further and began to head for his ring. On the way I stopped by his cute little nuts. I can get both of them in my mouth with ease.

Having played with them for a while I moved on towards my goal. He protested a bit but didn't struggle so my face was soon parting his lovely soft buns. I had been thinking about how anally orientated he had become, and I decided to see just how far he has gone in this direction. To test my theory I now began to rim him.

The effect was both instantaneous and amazing. He began to writhe like a wild thing, not pulling away, but pushing back on to my face. This reaction spurred me on to greater efforts and after a short while he gave up sucking on my cock and began asking to be fucked.

I wondered just how hot I could make him so I told him to wait. He got back to sucking me but soon gave up even the pretence of a blowjob in favor of begging to be fucked. I now sat him on my face and really got to work on his ass with my tongue. This made him even more desperate and eventually he began to sob with frustration. I thought; this time if you are so desperate to be fucked, then you can do all the work.

I rolled onto my back, greased him and my prick, then told him to straddle me and sit on it. He must have been really hot because he did as he was told and my raging hard on slid into the tight sheath of his ass. The urge to blast my load into his guts was almost irresistible, so we had to pause for a moment while I regained control.

I now got him to sit up a bit so I could fuck him. Soon he was bouncing quite happily on my cock. I even got him to tweak my nipple. He wouldn't do it as hard as I liked, but I can work on that later. To enhance my climax I spat on my hand and jacked him off. In no time at all I had forced him to have his orgasm. The resultant spasm caused his tight little ass to grip my prick. This intensified my orgasm immensely and soon my load was delivered to its hidden destination.

He just sat on me, not moving, while I recovered. He looked so innocent sitting there. You'd never believe he had a cock up his ass, still dribbling cum into him. How can he do that? He again wanted to keep my cum in him all night. But I made him go use the bathroom. Where do kids get dirty ideas like that?

Sun 11-16-1941

Last day on the train and I still have a lot of work to do.

Breakfast went well with Tim managing to order his meal without my help. Tim has some strange views on the war. I told him that in my opinion America would be in it soon. This made him look really worried, then I realized that it was the air raids that he feared. So I assured him that neither side had bombers that could fly the Atlantic both ways without refueling, never mind carry a load of bombs as well. He looked a lot happier. I managed to get George to take him off my hands again while I finished my work.

I had just closed my order book when the pair of them returned. I really must give George a good tip; he's been wonderful with Tim. Not long after we got back from lunch we had to start packing as the end of our journey was in sight.

Tim seems to have made firm friends with George, he looked quite sad to say goodbye. So I gave George a really handsome tip that made him grin, which also cheered up Tim, so that's good.

My car and driver were waiting at the station. God it is good to use a car again, I was getting sick of public transport. Tim was fascinated by the radio in the car. I was more thankful for the cocktail cabinet.

When we got to my house, Randy was waiting to meet us. I had sent him a wire from New York. Randy is an old flame of mine and he was minding my house while I was abroad. He helped us in with our bags and we discovered that he had a meal all prepared. After dinner Tim was dispatched to have a bath and Randy finally got me on my own.

"Right girl, dish the dirt on the kid. I never had you down as a chicken hunter," he said.

Randy, I should point out, is one of the more outrageous types.

Slowly and carefully I told Randy the truth. It was refreshing to tell it all and not either have to lie through my teeth, or severely curtail the story.

"And now he's your son?" he asked, incredulously.

"As long as no one ever digs too deeply, yes."

"Christ, John, you'll have to be careful. If they ever work out you're screwing him..."

"Oh, I'll be careful. I think that I'll open up dad's old house again. It's been on the market for ages and no one has shown any interest. It has lots of bedrooms and it'll look better," I assured him.

He gave me a worried look and left before Tim came out of the bathroom. I had a quick shower then we went to bed. Almost immediately Tim was after me. We ended up in a sixty-nine again. It appears that he has now developed a craving for being rimmed. As this makes him plead to be fucked, I can do little other than oblige him.

However lying with my face between his divinely formed buns, poking my tongue through his ring, is no real hardship. Of course the reward that follows, grinding him into the mattress, is heaven on earth.

When it was all over and we had both got our breath back, I was just about to pull out so we could go to sleep when he decided to talk.

"What will happen when the war comes here?" he asked.

"I really doubt if it will ever reach us," I assured him. "As I told you before, there are no planes that can fly the Atlantic with a full bomb load and still have enough fuel to get back. Most of the war will be fought in and around Europe."

"Yes, but I mean; what will happen to us?" he asked.

"Well, if America ever joins in, I'll be busy making electronic components. These modern wars use a lot of sophisticated equipment, and someone has to design and make the parts. And you, you'll be at school, then college, if you're good enough. By that time the war will be over," I assured him.

"You mean that the war will end, it won't go on forever?"

"No war could last forever."

"Some lasted a hundred years."

"No, the 'hundred years war' was really a lot of little battles. They didn't really go at it for one hundred years. These days wars rarely last more than five or six years."

That seemed to do the trick and I got my cock back so we could finally go to sleep.

Chapter 15 (Tim's Jotter)

After dinner John had a nightcap in the bar car then we went back to our compartments and we went straight to bed. He spent a long time fingering me then we went into what he calls a 'sixty- nine'. That's the one where we can both suck each other's willies at the same time. I was enjoying it as he wasn't really trying to make me shoot. Then he let my willy slip out of his mouth and sucked my balls instead.

It felt quite nice but he then worked his way further back until he was kissing my bum. Although this sounds really disgusting it feels great. Before I realised it, he had his tongue right up inside me. For some reason I suddenly wanted to be shagged by him. So I took his willy out of my mouth and told him. He stopped for a moment and said he might do it, when he was ready.

For the next twenty minutes he drove me mad with his tongue. In the end I couldn't go on sucking him and I was begging him to shag me. But he still wouldn't do it; instead he sat me upright on his face and kept on pushing his tongue further up my bum. Only when I began to cry did he stop and grease me up properly.

He lay on his back on the bed and made me sit on his stiffy. It was a quite different feeling to lower myself onto it. I sort of drove it into myself. Thank goodness I had discovered how to get it in without hurting because I took him all in one go!

He made me sit up slightly so he could move it in and out of me. He also asked me to play with his tits while I bounced on his willy. He kept telling me to squeeze his tits harder but I was frightened of hurting him.

He spat on his hand, grabbed my willy and this time I knew that he was really trying to make me shoot, not that I had much choice in the matter. So I just sat there being bounced up and down while he made me do it. As soon as I started spraying his chest and face I could feel him explode inside me.

I really like the bit just after I've been shagged. I sat there with him still inside me and I could feel his stiffy go all limp. Then there is that terribly naughty feeling that comes from doing something that only a girl should be doing. He made me go to the toilet and let it all out before we went to bed. I wish he would let me keep it inside me all night.

The next morning I knew how I wanted my eggs cooked without any help from John. But I still can't get over how much food they have over here.

When Danny came to collect me, so as John could work in peace, I could tell he was after me again. His hands were never off me unless someone was watching us. He showed me the crew's quarters on the train. They are not nearly as good as the passenger's bit. While we were sitting alone I asked Danny if he had ever given a girl a baby. He laughed and nodded.

"Really?" I asked him.

"Yeah, it was my cousin's wife, Cerise. I was about your age when I done it."

"Didn't your cousin mind?" I asked.

Again he laughed, "You don't think we told him, do you? Cerise and him had been trying for a baby for two years but nothing happened. She reckoned it was his fault so she went with me. I nailed her just once and she was knocked up. Now she's after me for another kid."

"Will you do it again?"

"Yeah, my cousin loves the kid and he's dying for another one. So I reckon I'll slip her a length one night when he's not there."

Danny really gave me a shock when he told me he had made a baby. It means that John was right; I am old enough to become a father. It's sort of frightening. I'd better stay away from girls. Gosh, I've sucked a cock that has made a new life.

When he took me into compartment G again I saw he had already put a towel on the bed. So I knew that I was going to be shagged. I wonder, if a black boy shags a white girl what colour will the baby be? He hardly had the door closed before he had his arms round me, pulling me back onto his stiffy.

"How about letting me ride you?" he whispered in my ear.

"Have you got anything to grease me with," I asked.

"Yeah, I got something," he said.

He had me undressed in a very short time. Everything went but my socks. Then, quick as a flash, he was standing just in his socks too. John is much hairier than Danny. He only has hair round his willy and under his arms while John has hair everywhere.

Danny stood in front of me with his legs slightly apart and holding his willy in his hand. He stroked it and offered it to me to suck. I went down on my knees and took him into my mouth. He kept stroking the shaft while the head was in my mouth. I kept thinking about where it had been and what it had done.

"You're real good at that," he said, stroking my head, "why if I hadn't set my heart on riding you I'd let go right now."

I wasn't too sure that letting him shag me was a good idea, so I put a bit more effort into sucking his willy. When I began to play with his balls I could feel him starting to lose it. After a few minutes he groaned and grabbed my head. I had won! I had made a boy, who had got a girl pregnant, shoot his spunk when he didn't want to! For some reason this gave me a feeling of power. He makes a lot more spunk than John. But I waited until he had stopped shooting and swallowed it. Then I found that if I kept on sucking I could get a little more out.

"Now you'll have to wait about twenty minutes before I can ride you," he said.

I just grinned and wondered if I could pull the same trick again.

"But it'll take me a long time to shoot. So you'll get a really good ride from this nigger," he said, as he pulled me to my feet.

We lay on the bed together and it took a lot less than twenty minutes for him to go hard. He had only been lying on top of me and kissing for about five minutes before he began to get a stiffy again. When he was ready he produced some soft cooking fat as the grease. I wasn't too happy about it at first, but it worked quite well. He got four fingers inside me before he tried with his willy.

The same trick worked with him as it had with John. I think he was surprised just how easily he got it in me. He shagged me very slowly and he seemed to enjoy taking his time. Then he started talking dirty to me, whispering things in my ear as he shagged me, asking me if I liked to be ridden by a nigger. Did I like a black cock inside me? Telling me that he was going to fill me with his nigger cum. Describing what it looked like when his cock disappeared up my bum and how soft my bum felt on his cock. Saying that, if I was his, he would ride me three time a day until I walked funny.

He doesn't shag me the same way John does. He thrusts very hard, as if he really means it. When I started wriggling about under him, the way I had with John, he speeded up and said, "Keep doing that bitch and I'm going to give you a little black bastard."

As I thought he was getting near the end I got one hand under me and began to play with my own willy. It didn't take much to make me shoot and I could feel my bum tighten up on him. It did the trick and he tried to give me a baby. It felt nice, his big black willy squirting his spunk into me, just like I was his girl.

When he was through he stayed on top of me and kept saying things in my ear. He said that anyone with an ass as soft and fuckable as mine should really be a girl. He told me that, if I was his bitch he'd keep me pregnant for nine months of every year, and it made me shiver all over. I wondered what it would be like to live with a man who would do things like that to you, whether I wanted it or not.

"Do you do this with all the white boys on the train?" I asked, after he had got off me and we were getting dressed.

That made him laugh and he said, "No, it's usually the white men that like getting ridden by me."

"You do it with men too?"

"Yeah, and most of them pay me for doing it to them," he said, laughing.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, the really well-to-do ones with the expensive hand made suits and all the airs and graces. I get them on their knees sucking my cock and paying for it. And I make them pay more if I fuck them. But since you're so pretty, you get it for free."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. But he didn't tell me to go to the toilet and clean it all out. So for the first time I got to keep the spunk inside me. But after a couple of hours I began to worry about John noticing it. So I slipped out of our compartment and went to the toilet at the end of the coach to get rid of it. I jacked myself off, just thinking about it.

Not long after that we got to the end of our journey and we had to get packed again. I was rather sad to say goodbye to Danny. It would have been a lot of fun to go on another trip with him and let him have a few more tries at getting me pregnant. As we said goodbye to him I saw John slip him some money. I don't know how much he got, but it made him smile. Later I asked John why he had done it, and he told me that it was normal to tip the attendant. But because Danny had been so good at taking care of me, he tipped him a bit extra. I had trouble not laughing then because Danny had got paid for shagging me.

There was a big car waiting for us. It had everything, a radio and a small bar with drinks in it. So we sat in the back like royalty and the chauffeur drove us to John's house. He told me that it is not really his car, it belongs to his company, but no one else is allowed to use it.

When we got to John's house a rather strange man met us at the door. His name is Randy and he has been looking after John's house while he was in England. I say he is strange, because he reminds me of a bird in the way he moves, sudden and jerkily. He also gave me some funny looks, not exactly like the ones John and Danny give me, but close.

He had made us dinner and he is a very good cook. Then John said that I should have a bath so I left them talking in the dining room. John has endless hot water and I had a nice long soak. When I came out Randy had left and John went for a shower. Then we went straight to bed.

I snuggled right up to John and made him hard. I think it is funny the way I can give him a stiffy just by cuddling him. But as soon as I had it in my mouth he turned me round and went for my bum. Once he starts kissing me there I get the urge to be shagged. Thank goodness he didn't play with me for long. He rolled me over onto my face, spread my legs, wet his willy with spit and slid it into me.

I'm getting very good at taking it. Now I have worked out how to relax. Soon I could feel the hairs round his willy pressing against my bum. I like the overfull feeling it causes and the way it rubs that bit inside me when we shag. He must have been as excited as I was because we both came very fast.

While he lay on top of me with his willy going soft inside me, I asked him a lot of questions about the war. He says that it will stop someday, but not until America goes in. He also says that I most likely won't have to join up. I'm awful glad about that as I don't think I could kill someone.

Fortunately he had put a towel down so the mess was easily cleaned up. He forgot to tell me to go to the toilet so at last I got to keep it in me all night. It felt good in the morning to know that I still had his stuff inside me.

But I got rid of it as soon as I got up, which was just as well as we showered together. That was a lot of fun because John got a stiffy right away and I got to suck it! Then, after I had swallowed his load he stuck his finger up me and jacked me off. Only then did I realise that Danny never touched my willy. Funny, I didn't notice that before. Come to think of it, he only treated me like a girl, never like a boy. I sort of enjoyed that.

John took me to work with him in his own car, not the one we used last night. It has a radio in it too! He says that he'll teach me to drive it one day soon. When we got to the factory, one of his friends, Brian, showed me round. They make all sorts of valves for radios here, although they call them 'vacuum tubes'. Brian also showed me the television equipment. It is true they can send pictures by radio waves. I even saw myself on the screen. It is only black and white for now, the colour experiments still aren't working very well.

Then he told me how much a television set cost. No wonder no one is buying them. He says that a colour set will cost a lot more. I doubt if it will ever catch on.

I had lunch with John in the factory canteen, though they call it the 'commissary'. The whole factory eats in there, even the bosses! I didn't realise it before but John owns the factory. It was his dad's but he died and he left it to John. He also left a house which John says we are going to move into. He says it has a swimming pool! But as it is outdoors you can only use it in the summer.

That evening he took me out to dinner in a big restaurant where all the waiters were in penguin suits. It was very posh and the food was very good.

When we got home John ran a bath for us. He's a lot of fun as he doesn't mind if the water goes all over the room when we are mucking about in the bath. I even managed to get a shag out of him in the bath. I just wriggled around until he was hard then worked it into me all on my own. He shagged me very slowly and it was lovely. Then he jacked me off and made me shoot all over the place. Again he never noticed that I kept it in me all night.

Chapter 16 (John's Diary)

Mon 11-17-1941

One very busy day!

After waking, Tim and I had a shower together. This, as it turned out, was not a brilliant idea. Mainly because I was in a bit of a hurry and he was having his first shower with someone. To cut a long story short, he got me hard, no great feat, then he decided that my cock now needed sucking.

I tried pulling him off me, but it was a waste of time. There was no way that he would be satisfied until I had shot my bolt. Then I had to finger him and jack him off at the same time. Only then could we get on with washing. I will have to set my alarm to go off at least thirty minutes earlier in future.

Breakfast was a bit of a rush then we set off to work in my own car. It's not quite as plush as the company limo, but Tim was still impressed and played with the radio all the way to work. I wonder when the novelty will wear off?

Everyone was delighted with the orders I brought back. I got one of the boys to show Tim round while I held court telling one and all of my adventures in England. I don't think they really understood the horrors that people there are living through. Very few seem to think that we should join in the war. But, unless we do, I can't see any other way out for England.

Tim came back and we had lunch in the commissary. Dad was quite strict about that; everyone from the boss to the floor sweeper eats together. That way, if someone had a gripe, they could get to talk to him. It is something that I'll never change.

In the afternoon I got Patty, my secretary, to take dad's old house off the market and get a cleaning service to go over the place. We went out for dinner that evening. A first class restaurant was called for and we had an excellent meal.

When we got home I ran a bath. I normally don't like having another guy in the bath with me. But as Tim is quite small, he fits in perfectly. I was quite surprised at how much fun you can have when both of you are soapy and wet.

The horseplay was going along famously when I suddenly noticed that Tim was in my arms and pushing his round little buns into my groin. With very little effort on my part I got my erection into his crack. From there on my cock found its own way home. Soon I had the head of it in him and with a little pushing and some wriggling on his part, the rest was quickly embedded in his ass.

It is not really possible to have a quick fuck while immersed in water. Slow gentle strokes were the order of the day. I really enjoyed the gradual approach of my climax and I savored each ejaculation of my seed into his depths.

I then finished him off by hand and luxuriated in the sensation of his ass squeezing my wilting member as he shot all over the place. God, did I produce that much when I was his age? I can't really remember making such a mess. I must remember to have them pull out the old bath in dad's house and fit a bigger one.

Tue 12-2-1941

We moved into dad's old house today. It has been a busy two weeks. Tim is enrolled at the local high school and starts just after the holidays. The new double bath has been fitted and tonight we'll try it out together. I've got all the plans for Christmas made. Everything at the factory is great; we are in full production and shipping to England. Even our own government is placing orders and requesting research. My memories of war torn England are fading and the whole of the war now seems to be so distant. I've even been able to find dad's old cook and housekeeper. They have agreed to come back and work for me. Life is good.

Chapter 17 (Tim's Jotter)

I haven't had time to write anything recently as we have been very busy. I'm enrolled in the local school and I had to get all the books and other things that I'll need. We are moving into John's dad's house soon. The builders have been in making some changes. You should see the bath he has got them to put in. There is plenty of room for both of us to get in together.

The war seems so far away now. It is still on the radio but here there is no rationing, everyone has petrol for their cars, all the shops are lit up and full of things to buy. Christmas looks like being fun. I think I'll stop writing this journal as the jotter is nearly full and I don't think that I'm going to die in the war after all, thanks to John.

Chapter 18 (John's Diary)

Sun 12-7-1941

All day I have been listening to the news on the radio from the Hawaiian Islands and I still don't believe it. The Pacific fleet gone! There is no way that Roosevelt can keep us out of the war now. I had better get to the factory early tomorrow and get ready for the work that will be coming our way. God help us all.

The Epilogue

So, that was the story of how Uncle John and Uncle Tim met in England during the war. I even found the radio they made together, and it still works! I never knew that Tim was so young when they first fell in love. I had always thought that they were both adults. However their love lasted all of their lives. Which is more than a lot of straight couples can say.

The End