Ben’s Christmas ashore.
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Chapter 1
Ben was dozing wondering why he couldn’t feel any movement of his bunk, eventually realising he was in bed at home, not on board ship. His first Christmas at home for three years since joining the Navy and he had two whole weeks of shore leave with his adopted family who were overjoyed at the prospect. Ben had been adopted, as were his two other ‘brothers’, David and George, although the 3 of them were unrelated to one another they got on like real brothers. His adoptive mother in floods of tears when he arrived back last night with David and George, who had picked him up at the station, even his adoptive father had watery eyes, David and George hugged him and took the piss, their way of showing how pleased they were to see him.
The house was silent, everyone having gone to work, it would be another couple days before they too, would be free to celebrate. Stretching under the warm duvet, he could feel his morning erection craving its usual attention before he got out of bed. Ensuring he had his trusty handkerchief cum rag to hand, he set about the enjoyable task of a long slow uninterrupted wank to empty his balls, unlike at sea, when he and his 5 bunk mates had to make do with fast and furious wank before getting up.
Under the shower, balls emptied, he wondered what he could do for the rest of the day until the others got home, other than have a few more wanks, which would mean he wouldn’t need one tonight but would have to endure the sound of George and David knocking one out. They shared the vast attic room which housed their three double beds, one in each corner of the room. He needed to get presents, so decided a trip into town on the bus was a plan, he could drive but being away at sea for so long, the expense of an unused car was senseless, anyway he hadn’t been on a bus for years and looked forward to the prospect.
Sitting on the top deck, Ben felt like the lad he’d been, who loved riding on the top deck of the bus when he was young and later when he was older even more so, when the bus vibrations began to give him erections. He recalled the time he had been with his mate Craig, on the back seat and they both involuntarily ejaculated into their boxers, just before they got off, having to hide the spreading wet patches on their light coloured chinos, they laughed about it later.
By the time he’d got into town he had a lob on and thanked God he’d worn a pair of tight Aussi briefs and not gone commando as he had contemplated. He decided to go to the town’s department store where he hoped he get everything under the one roof. An hour later he had everything except a couple of toys for their neighbours young sons, so went up to the toy department, following the signs for Santa’s Grotto, which had always scared him when dragged there for a treat every Christmas, probably something to do with George convincing him that Santa’s elves would cut off his willy if he'd been naughty.
Finding a couple of suitable toy cars he took them up to the cash desk, where a guy in a smart suit was on the phone sounding desperate. “Fucking hell, just sorted out a replacement Santa and now you go fucking sick” he slammed the phone down, looked up and apologised profusely, “So sorry sir, a bit of a mare of a day I’m afraid” and took the cars, with a very intense stare at Ben. “ A bit off the wall I know,” he paused, “but are you able to spare a couple of hours each afternoon from now until Christmas eve, to do a small paid job for me, one hundred pounds cash each day, for three hours” Ben looked at him wondering what on earth he was proposing, “ Err not sure, I am free, but what would it entail” stuttered Ben taken totally by surprise. “Without sounding rude, you’re just the right height I’m looking for someone about 5’ 4”, am I correct” he asked, still looking intently at Ben, as if imaging him as something else. “ Err yes” said Ben, “ I’m Roger, manager here, I’ve lost my Santa but managed to replace him with Steve from Sportswear, not really Santa though, 5’ 10” built like a brick shit house with a 30in waist fit as a fiddle, bit of a gym nut, but a bit of bubble wrap waist padding works wonders, but now my Santa’s little helper has gone sick and with your height and youthful good looks, I think you could easily pass the kiddies scrutiny, more than Dean from stores who’s 6’ 6”, very hairy, about 20st and my only other option”.
To be cont
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