Working Boys

I wasn't yet 16, but I'd left school - you could in those days - and I worked for my uncle Alf. The firm was called 'Alfred Lloyd & Co., - CONSTRUCTION', though then, in 1946, it would have been better named 'DESTRUCTION' because, after the War, that was mostly what we did. So many buildings in London had been bombed into ruins, and we were mainly employed to salvage what we could and pull down the left-over dangerous bits. Incidentally, 'Alfred Lloyd & Co.' consisted of Uncle Alf himself, his son Ted, 25 and recently demobilised from the army, Lenny and Henry, 17-year-old twin brothers waiting to be 'called up' to do their National Service, and me.

We all lived in Dalston in what is usually known as the 'East-End' of London. I lived with my mum and dad in a row of Victorian terraced houses that had managed to avoid being bombed badly - we'd lost a few windows, but that was all - and Uncle Alf, his wife, Auntie Edna, and their son, Ted, lived next door. They weren't really family, but, in those days, you didn't refer to older neighbours simply by their first names, and, if they were friends of your parents, gave them the honorary titles of 'uncle' and 'auntie'.

Consequently, Ted, despite his really grown-up status as a decorated - he got the Military Medal - ex-sergeant in the Royal Artillery, always called my parents 'Uncle' Harold and 'Auntie' Prim. Mrs Goostrey, a cantankerous elderly widow who lived next door on the other side, was definitely not a friend of either family, and was always called 'Mrs Goostrey' to her face, though, behind her back, more often referred to as 'Old Mother Goose' or simply 'That Old Cow'! Until I came to work with them, I didn't really know Lenny and Henry. They lived up the Balls Pond Road on the other side of Dalston Lane - yes, it was truly called that and if you don't believe

me, you can look it up in your 'London A-Z' because it's still there - and they hadn't gone to the same school as me. They were good to me, and helped me through my early days as a working man, so 'Alfred Lloyd & Co.' was a generally friendly little firm, and I was happy in my job, even though most of it was pretty strenuous. Still, hard

physical work builds muscle, and that suited me, because I was, even then, keen to have a nice body beneath my 'baby' face.

One evening after we'd had our tea, it must have been not much before 9 o'clock because I remember my dad was tuning the wireless in for the news, Uncle Alf came to the door. I heard him ask if we'd had tea, because, in those days of food rationing, you didn't visit at meal-times, and I heard my dad ask him in. They came into the kitchen, and my dad said, 'How's my son and heir doing?' Uncle Alf said, 'Fine. He's a good worker. And that's what I wanted to talk to you about.' Dad said, 'You'd better go upstairs, son,' but Uncle Alf said, 'No. Let him stay. What I wanted to ask was if you'd mind if I sent him away for a week or so. We've got a job out at Thaxted, and I

reckon he, Lenny and Henry can manage it on their own. Ted and I have a special job to do in London Fields salvaging timber, but the people in Thaxted are in a hurry. I don't know why, but I don't want to lose the job.' My mum said, 'Where's Thaxted?'

'Essex. Out in the country. Must have been a stray bomb.' Dad looked at me. 'What d'you think? You might miss the Victory Parade.'

It wasn't a hard choice for me. I couldn't have cared less about the Parade compared to a week or so in the country, so I said, 'Yes. I'd don't mind going. When will it be?'

Uncle Alf said, 'Ah, well, yes. That's the problem. They want us to start the day after tomorrow. Is that all right?'

Mum said, 'Thank goodness you didn't say tomorrow. I don't think he's got enough clean underwear!'

It wasn't till dinner time the next day when Uncle Alf took me, Lenny and Henry to the pub down the road to tell us what we had to do. He, Ted, Lenny and Henry had pints of bitter beer, but I had to make do with a lemonade, which made me a bit cross. After all, I wasn't a kid any more and my dad let me have a bottle of light ale with Sunday dinner. Anyway, the upshot was that it was all inside work, mostly clearing out perished plaster and carrying it down to transfer it to a lorry that would come every afternoon. We were to phone him each evening from the phonebox in the village to report on

our progress - Uncle Alf had a telephone, not a usual thing for 'ordinary' people in those days, but, of course, he needed it for the business. The man who owned the house would meet us at Thaxted station in his car, take us to the house, which wasn't actually in the village, show us which rooms to do and where we would sleep, and then leave us to get on with it. Apparently, he was 'something in the City', and not short of a bob or two.

I didn't sleep very well that night because I was so excited. For a young lad cooped up for so long by the war, the chance of country air and country things was very, very exciting, not to mention being out of the reach of firm parental hands. I loved my

parents very much, but did tend to be a bit restricting, and I'd have to wait till I was 21 before I got the 'key of the door', even though I would have been in the army by then.

So Lenny, Henry and I with our little suitcases met at the bus-stop in Dalston Lane to go to Liverpool Street station where we could get the train to Thaxted. I felt a bit proud, because Uncle Alf had given me two one-pound notes as well as my one-pound one-shilling week's wage, and the responsibility of buying the tickets. Of course,

they didn't cost £2, but I was to keep hold of the rest for emergencies.

The man met us in his car and, even more exciting, it was a Rolls-Royce. I'd never been in a Rolls before, in fact, I'd hardly ever travelled in a car and as, I suppose, he thought I was in charge since he'd seen me hand in our tickets at the station, he sat me in

the front with my little suitcase at my feet. I suppose he hadn't thought our cases big enough for him to bother to open the boot! It was a big, old house about a mile outside the village, and it hadn't been damaged by a bomb at all. He wanted us to rip out all

the bad plaster, because he intended to renovate it and use it as his country home, and he wanted it to be ready before the winter.

Apparently, Uncle Alf had said we could clear it all out, but we couldn't do the renovating work, and had arranged for another firm to do that, and they wanted to start in about ten days. The man showed us the kitchen and a cupboard full of black-market tinned food and, as there was no electricity or gas laid on, a couple of Primus stoves

so we could make tea and heat our food up. Then he took us into a little room next to the kitchen - he called the Butler's Pantry - where there were some camp beds and blankets, a box of candles, and some boxes of matches. Lenny showed the man his lighter, which was made out of a used rifle shell, and the man left us to get on with it.

We'd finished one of the upstairs room by about five in the afternoon, so we went down to make some tea and sit outside in the sunshine to drink it. It was pretty warm, and we'd all stripped off our shirts. I suppose I hadn't really noticed how good-looking Lenny and Henry were, but the sight of them naked to the waist really excited me. Even when I was little and I used to go with some mates for a swim in the canal, I think I liked looking at other naked boys more than I liked swimming. My mum tried to put a stop to my skinny-dipping, not because she knew I liked naked boys but because she

reckoned the canal was dangerous and insanitary, which it probably was. Still, I did manage to sneak out for the odd swim.

Lenny took off his boots and socks and got out a packet of cigarettes. I knew he smoked, of course, but then he offered me one, something he hadn't done before. I didn't like to refuse, and I had smoked a few in my short life, but I didn't really like it. Mum smoked, though Dad didn't, and I'd pinched the odd Player's 'Weight' from her packet to experiment. Player's 'Weights' were little cigarettes, and I coped with them but, as I've said, I didn't really like smoking. The cigarette Lenny offered me was decidedly different.

It was a Capstan 'Full Strength' and I knew when I lit it I was making a mistake. My head spun and, although I didn't cough, that was only because I forced myself not to. However, that made me feel very sick, and I went into the ouside privy, ostensibly for a pee, but actually to throw up and get rid of the cigarette!

When I came back, the twins were laughing. Henry said, 'Can't take it?'

There didn't seem to be much point in lying, so I said, 'No. I'm not really a smoker. I didn't go for a piss. I went to throw up,' and I finished my tea to take away the taste of the vomit.

I felt very grubby, and I really wanted a wash, though I wasn't really sure how to go about it. When you hack off plaster, the dust gets everywhere, and there was a layer on all our upper bodies. I knew there was a layer on my lower body too. What I did at home was to go into the outhouse, strip off, and stand in the galvanised-iron bath to wash myself down, for we had no bathroom then. The problem was solved for me by Henry, though another one was created. He said, 'I need a bloody good wash,' and he stood up to strip completely naked and went into the kitchen to wash. The other problem for me was that, while the sight of the twins stripped to the waist had excited me, the sight of Henry's soft cock made me have a really strong erection. Lenny looked at me and smiled. 'You've got the hard on, haven't you?' he said. 'I didn't know you were like that,' and he went inside, also to wash, though he didn't take his trousers off

first. When the twins came out, they were both wearing underpants, modern 'Y-Fronts', I suppose clean from their suitcases. To be honest, when Henry had stripped off, I hadn't noticed he was wearing underpants anyway!

So my erection and I went inside to wash. I really wanted to wank to relieve that stiff cock of mine, but I didn't dare because I wasn't sure how the twins might react if they caught me at it, and thought I might have to go for a walk on my own to find relief. In

the event, 'Captain Hardy' subsided of his own volition when the cold water hit him, so that problem was solved, at least for the time being. Still, I had to face the twins' reaction now they knew I was probably 'queer' - not an acceptable term today, but the only one I knew then - and I found clean underpants and trousers before I went

outside again.

We chatted pretty affably and Henry went in to make corned-beef sandwiches for our tea, so I presumed they didn't mind associating with a 'queer'. Nevertheless, as soon as it began to get dark, I pleaded tiredness and went in to get ready for bed. In reality, although I was quite tired, I simply wanted to get into my pyjamas and make up my bed before they did. I remember there were no pillows, but there were plenty of blankets, so I rolled one up to make a pillow. I can't sleep without one! Thus, I was already in bed when they came in, still dressed only in 'Y-Fronts'. I could see them quite well in the evening glow from the window, and even better when Henry lit a couple of candles.

I'd wondered about their pyjamas, but I needn't have, because they didn't wear any. Lenny said, 'D'you mind if we read for a bit?' pulled down his pants, got a magazine from his case, and lay down naked on a bed. 'Too warm for a blanket,' he said. Henry simply followed suit, so there I was, with two beautiful young men lying naked on their beds, reading magazines. It wasn't until I saw Henry's cock begin to stand that I noticed they were studying American 'Muscle' magazines.

I simply didn't know what to do or even what to think, especially when Lenny reached out his hand to stroke his brother's cock. Henry lowered his magazine and looked across at me. My cock was well up, and the blanket I had covering me stood up like a tent. After a little while, he put the magazine down, got off his bed, and came over to mine. 'Better deal with that,' he said, and he pulled off my blanket. My cock was ushing hard against my pyjama trousers - they were the kind with no pee-hole - and he stroked it throught the thin cloth. 'Mmm!' he said. 'That's nice. Take those bloody things

off and let me give it a seeing-to.'

That was the first time I'd ever had a blow-job. Of course, I came pretty quickly. He licked my juice from round his mouth and said, 'I think my brother wants to fuck you.' He looked across at Lenny. 'Don't you, Len?' And that was the first time I'd ever been

fucked, and, although it hurt at first, I got to enjoy it. Best of all though, was that I got to fuck them both, and we three had regular sex until they were called up into the army.

They became 'regular' soldiers. I saw them from time to time when they came home on leave, but we didn't have sex. By then, I was Uncle Alf and Ted's 'senior' assistant. The boys who worked with me didn't seem interested in sex, well, not with me, though I did, quite inadvertantly, catch one of them having a wank. He seemed a bit embarrassed, and I wasn't surprised, because he was skinny and spotty and didn't have much of a cock.

Two years later, I, too, was called up. I didn't become a 'regular', though, but I did meet Lenny again in Germany when I was posted there. By then, he was a sergeant. He did acknowedge me, and asked what I did for sex in those days, though I don't think that was because he wanted me. I told him I took it when it came, and left it

at that. In the army, what can you do? All right, I went to a few boy-whores in amburg when I went there on leave and I was lucky that no-one found out.

Then I met Karl-Heinz. He was an orderly on the camp, and the word 'camp' - I'd learned that one by then - suited him, because he was really limp-wristed, almost to the extent of carrying a handbag. He said he lived with his mother in a flat on the edge of the nearby town, and he explained how to get there and invited me to supper. His

mother must have known his proclivities, because she excused herself and went to bed immediately after she'd eaten.

Karl-Heinz didn't beat about the bush. He simply said he wanted to feel my cock inside him, led me to his room, and stripped. I hadn't found his body particularly appealing on the camp, but, naked, it was really very attractive, much more muscly and defined

than I would have thought, and he had a not-half decent cock, so I dropped my trousers and army green-drab drawers, and obliged him as he lay on his back across the bed, his legs raised and spread. He wanted me to come on his chest, so I did, and then he lay back, fingered my juice, licked his fingers, and wanked while I watched.

My attention must have lapsed for, just as he was coming, I noticed a photograph beside the bed. There were two of him! I said, 'How is it there are two of you in that picture?' He smiled. 'The skinny one's my brother. We're identical twins, except he's skinny and a bit effeminate. He works at your army camp. Personally, I'm a call-boy in Hamburg. Much better money. But I won't charge you!'