Homecoming

My folks were posted abroad for years, from age twelve I lived mostly in boarding school except for Christmas and summer holidays.   The school was way up north in a bleak and isolated valley.   Wet cold and windy.   We called it Colditz.   The heating was minimal, notably the dormitories where the high window fanlights were only closed when the rain or snow actually blew in.   Have to say, though, by the standards of the times, the grub was quite good and ‘Matron’ did care for her charges in a rough and ready way.    Nightwear was night shirts of a robust cotton weave, a deal cheaper than pyjamas, no doubt.   The bitter cold made sharing beds even more desirable than otherwise as long as we avoided getting caught.  

‘Lights Out’ caused a considerable shift of bed tenure followed by the sounds of multiple masturbations.   Hands readily went up the shirts, we wanked each other to satisfaction, sucking and fucking were frequent though some lads just kept to themselves.   The non players were concentrated at the door end of the dorm, I was at the other extreme, ‘wankers end’.    The sounds of ejaculations would gradually die down replaced by sleep and the odd mumbled talk.   With one particular partner over several years we took it in turns to ‘spoon’ each other.   Laying on our sides, skirts up and cock in the bum crease with one hand round the lads front to wank him.   Two loads of sticky cum.   Those nightshirt soaked up lots of spunk, by change time on Saturday they would be quite stiff.   They were common property in three sizes, I wondered who had soaked them before the last laundry!   The warmth and satisfaction from cuddling together was a comfort to many in this grim far off place and many life friendships were made here. 

This summer I was near sixteen, old enough to be going home down South on my own to stay with Auntie for the holiday.   Escape!   I left Colditz in cold driving rain to arrive eventually in Cornish sunshine glinting off the sea, a warm breeze and flowers everywhere.   Auntie gave me a loving greeting, first in three years.    She wrapped her arms about me, I felt the soft warmth of her body, she kissed me on the cheek.    My knees felt weak, a shock after the monastic life of school, Auntie was suddenly a sexy item.   ‘My, you’ve grown into a big strapping man!’.   Mr Cock had taken notice and her eyes passed that way.   ‘I am sure we shall get on fine’.   No longer mutual baths or bedtime stories, suddenly Auntie, being a deal younger than my folks, had become someone enchanting.   I was confused!

Our place was an ancient sprawling cottage which had been modernised in parts.   There were two rooms upstairs and a toilet, the main bathroom had been built on the back.   Coming up the garden I noticed movement at the window.    The curtain had not been fully closed, keeping in the shadow I peeked inside.   It was bright and steamy.   Auntie was drying herself back view on.   Mr C reacted.   Feeling guilty but I had to watch.   A lovely arse sporting a bikini tan line, turning showed pert titties, she spread her legs and towelled between.   I got a glimpse of her slit.   Wow!    All news to me!    Then I had to duck down or be spotted.   I dared another peek, she was rubbing a cream on her breasts, and then, a blob on her finger and into her slit with a dreamy look on her face.   I did wonder if it was a coincidence, but, why bother about curtains in a remote rural garden?  Mr C was fighting my shorts.   Later, I spotted hanging on a peg in the bathroom a couple of harnesses for sanitary towels.   I knew about periods from Mum.  ‘Tampons’ had yet to arrive, Mum used these devices.   In shorts or jeans the bulge of the pad was evident, we knew when she ‘had one on’. 

Having a room to myself after living in public, with no nocturnal perambulations, and I could sleep naked without being picked off by some authority.    I woke early, by habit, needing a piss.   Took myself along to the toilet, slipped past Auntie’s door, maybe I should have put my pants on!   Back to bed with the sun belting through the curtains, no need to jump to the school bell.    Soon enough Mr C demanded his morning exercise.   Pushing the covers down, plus a blob of skin cream he reared to full morning glory, his sock of a skin slicking over the head.    I closed my eyes seeing Aunties slit and bum in a warm bliss.  Too soon my scrotum tightened, I edged a couple of times, then, wham, the whole explosion, jets shot my tummy and chest.    I lay there enjoying the aftermath of orgasm and caught a dribble of cum before it got to the sheets.   Auntie, I thought, wouldn’t like spunky bedding.   Then, I sensed a movement.   The door quietly closed.   Beside the bed a mug of tea and a biscuit.   On the chair clean vest and pants.   Had Auntie seen the whole show? !!   Cringe !!

I got washed and dressed.   ‘BREAKFAST’.!!   I had to face it.   Down stairs.   The smell of bacon.  ‘Sleep well?’  ‘Thanks’.   I think I was blushing.   She pecked me on the cheek, her eyes glanced downward, Mr C was slightly tenting my shorts, now grown a bit tight.   I think I saw a grin.  ‘Eat up, you need your energy’ !    Her arm brushed my shoulder as she set down the plate, with a slight hint of her fragrance.   Or, was I imagining it?   I had called my lifelong pal Mark, we’ed shared everything for as far back as I could recall.   ‘Going to see Mark today, dying to see him after years’.    ‘He could come to stay if you wish, there’s the spare bed in your room’.   ‘Auntie you’re a brick’.   It occurred that one bed would be enough!