Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2018 15:08:15 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: 1950's Boarding School 1

		     1950's Boarding School Part One

This is entirely a work of fiction inspired by the Channel 4 TV series
`That'll teach em' in 2005 when a group of 30 British teenagers spent four
weeks back in time experiencing a typical 1950's British Boarding Grammar
School with its harsh discipline, old school teaching syllabus culminating
in taking 1950's GCE `O' level exams. This and the German series `Die Hardt
Schole' (The Hard School) is my main source material for this story, both
of which are on Youtube.

The school and all the named characters is entirely a work of fiction and
any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely unintentional and
is not intended to reflect negatively on their characters.

The RAF did operate the Avro York transport aircraft but please note the
route depicted is fictional.



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Chapter one= Flight to Blighty.



RAF Changi, Singapore 1952.



The summer term was almost ending with the fourth form (year 10) boys from
RAF Changi school having almost finished their swimming period when Ian
Simpson, the form's bully looked to see that their teacher wasn't watching
when he grabbed 15 year old blond haired Dylan Masters knocking him off his
footing forcing him underwater and stood on him trying to drown him when a
RAF PTI saw this and blew his whistle shouting.

"Get off that boy right now!"

Dylan quickly surfaced, caught his breath and landed several hard punches
on the bully giving him a black eye and breaking his jaw when two PTI's
dived in to rescue the bully and he was immediately taken to hospital
whilst Dylan's name was taken and reported to the headmaster.

He had previously been caught fighting that boy several times that term and
given a final warning. That evening he could only manage to eat part of his
evening meal and when questioned. "Dylan, Is everything all right?" he
quietly replied. "Yes mum."

"Aren't you going to finish your dinner?"  .  .  . "I'm not hungry."

"Go and do your homework love," she could see it in his eyes that he was
visibly upset and refused to talk about it.

He slowly worked through his homework assignments and at times his tears
dripped onto his maths exercise book smudging a long division answer as
like all the boys of his age he wrote using a fountain pen.

It had taken him well over two hours to complete his assignments which he
normally completed within an hour when he packed them into his satchel
saying.

"Mum, I'm going to take a bath and go to bed."



There's an old saying that `Mum's know' when she became aware that he spent
an inordinately long time in the bath and went to investigate, just before
she knocked on the bathroom door she heard him crying, she knocked asking.

"Dylan, why are you crying? Please tell me," He remained silent for some
moments whilst sniffling then replied. "I had to beat a boy up as he very
nearly drowned me in the pool today."

"Oh son, you know the headmaster has put you on your last warning, what am
I to do with you? You do know that if you're expelled you'll be sent to
Borstal.

You're a very bright boy and you're on course to take your O levels next
year which you certainly won't be taking at a Borstal. I will have to speak
to your father about this; meanwhile you must tell me what your headmaster
says tomorrow now dry yourself and I'll make you a Horlicks before you go
to bed."



He slept uneasily that night despite his naked form being covered by a
single sheet with a large ceiling fan running to keep him comfortable in
the tropical heat of the night even though he is proud of his ancient
bronze suntan.

Most nights he would sensually massage his large thimble size nipples
topping his large girly pointed breast buds and stroke his eight inches of
hugely fat rock hard teenage cock before falling asleep dreaming of the
girl's fanny who he would hopefully one day sink his cock into despite
knowing that he could be sent to Borstal for impregnating a girl and
knowing this he got sexual relief from a number of other boys and indeed,
teenage airmen. This night he left his cock alone.

Next morning, he woke up early taking a shower washing himself with
carbolic soap (deodorants weren't around then) polished his shoes, dusted
down his short trousers and blazer then finally combed his hair. He wore a
napkin over his shirt whilst eating breakfast and then with trepidation, he
walked to school.

He walked his usual route ingrained into him by two years of attending this
school but today it felt ominous, rather like walking to the gallows,
instead of holding his head up high with pride, he was looking down at the
ground when an airman nearly ran him over on his bicycle and shouted.

"Watch where you're going you stupid boy!" he just slouched away totally
ignoring him.

A prefect stopped him at the gate saying. "You're to go straight to the
headmaster's study and stand outside; you are not go into morning
assembly."

He knew immediately this was serious and the prefect made him wait whilst
the headmaster conducted morning assembly. To add insult to injury, an RAF
police corporal holding a fearsome looking rattan cane accompanied him to
witness the proceedings. The school's nurse walked by but all she said was.

"Stand properly at ease young man and when he comes, you stand smartly to
attention," she repositioned his satchel in the correct position and said.

"Good luck young man, I'll be seeing you later," He didn't reply to her.

The minutes seemed to drag on interminably slowly with the tropical heat
warming by the minute wishing dearly to take his blazer off, he knew
everyone in assembly was in shirt sleeves but this was an occasion where
the removal of his blazer would be showing a mark of gross disrespect and
he was beginning to sweat.



As soon as the headmaster appeared, he stood immediately to attention when
he greeted him with. "Good morning Masters, take one step forward please."
He carried out a very thorough inspection of his turnout with a critical
eye looking for the minutest detail with eyes so sharp he could spot the
minutest speck of dirt on a school uniform and he let him know this by
flicking off a speck of dust without saying anything except "Stand at ease
and enter my study."

He stood smartly in front of him with his satchel correctly shouldered when
he launched his deafening tirade with a very loud voice.

"Masters, Your fight with Simpson in the pool yesterday is something I
would never tolerate. I have already lectured you about fighting this boy
and given you your last warning, clearly it has fallen on deaf ears, what
makes it worse is that he's the station commander's son and you have put
him in hospital, were it not for the lifeguards, he may well have
drowned. Had it been another boy I may have given you another chance
however my hands are tied. You are to be expelled with six of the best, now
please remove your blazer, trousers and underpants and bend over my desk."



The RAF police corporal handed the rattan to the headmaster although Dylan
knew perfectly well he was being cheated as the headmaster should be using
a regulation school cane. This fearsome cane was a lot bigger when there
was a knock on the door and the nurse entered with a bowl of steaming hot
strong salt water with a towel and he was about to find out why within the
next few moments.

The first strike was like being hit with a whip when he screamed out blue
murder at the intense stinging pain which got a lot worse as the remaining
five strikes struck his bottom when he felt a warm liquid running down the
back of his legs, not only that, his huge cock became so hard it was like a
rod of iron with the headmaster gasping in astonishment at seeing its huge
size after seeing he had shot a huge load of spunk onto his desk onto one
of his books despite screaming loudly and crying in pain when the nurse
mopped his bottom with a hot wet towel causing a searing stinging on his
bottom as Dylan's piercing loud screams were heard throughout the whole
school when the headmaster left his studies to the tender mercies of the
nurse saying.

"Masters, I strongly suggest you take your books to whatever school will
accept you with your report, as soon as the nurse has finished treating
you, get out of my sight!"



The first thing she done was administer a dose of laudanum then cleaned his
bottom before finally bandaging him up. She helped him to dress then handed
him a letter addressed to him personally with his Royal Life Saving Society
bronze medallion which would have been presented to him that morning at
assembly with a bottle of laudanum and Cogene pain killer tablets saying.

"I am giving you these as you are leaving for Blighty on an aeroplane, they
want you gone," she shook his hand saying. "You were never a bad lad and I
respect you for standing up for yourself, this is what happens when you hit
the wrong boy. Have a good flight sonny."



He was about to be escorted out of the school by two prefects when he asked
to be taken to the bike sheds instead, he very quickly found Simpson's
Carlton racing bicycle, took it off the rack, mounted it and rode out of
the school without even waving goodbye and rode home.

Mum greeted him when he entered the house saying.

"Looks like you've really stirred up a hornets nest this time, your
father's been summoned before the station commander and lectured about
you. He's phoned me and told me all about it and he wants to speak with you
when he comes home, now get your things packed ready as you will be flying
back to England tonight."

"Mum, I've gone and stole that boy's bicycle," she hugged and kissed him
saying. "Good for you, you'll need it where you're going," when she burst
out crying.



Dylan's RAF Flight Sergeant Father came home from work an angry man but he
didn't vent his anger on his son, instead he listened to his account, asked
him to show his patched up bottom then read the letters and school report
saying.

"Make sure you're packed, we'll have a cup of tea then I will pack the
bicycle for you. I want it gone from this house as I expect the RAF police
will come looking for it."

Mr. Sykes, Dylan's form teacher called that evening to speak with Dylan's
parents when he asked Dylan to fetch his school report, he handed it to him
and as he read through it he said.

"He's given you a damning report alright and judging from this, no school
in England will admit you. Therefore I, together with the rest of the staff
have completed a fresh report, as you will see; it is a glowing report
although the art teacher had to forge his signature. The staff have also
had a whip round and collected twenty pounds for you. Everyone feels that
you have been wrongly treated which wasn't helped by having the RAF police
involved, doubtless it's the station commander's doing, oh, by the way,
both prefects know about you stealing Simpson's bicycle which is their
secret as well as ours, good on you Masters."

"Thank you Mr. Sykes sir."

"All the staff and prefects wish you a nice flight home."

"My father said. "Please give everyone my thanks," his mother made a pot of
tea which Mr. Sykes finished his tea quickly, they exchanged addresses and
he left by the back door.



Dylan's father finished packing the dismantled bicycle into two old army
groundsheets having three sides tied together forming an envelope using a
ball of string and lined with an old blanket with a length of webbing strap
for a shoulder strap. Dylan's suitcase was already packed and he wore his
school uniform having already outgrown his suit when a RAF Police corporal
pulled up in a series one Land Rover to issue him with his travel documents
and collect him.

Dylan felt he had suffered enough with their tearful farewell as he hugged
and kissed his tearful mother when to add insult to injury the corporal
said when he hefted the bagged up bicycle over his shoulder.

"Hey, there's no way you're taking that on the aircraft, you leave that
behind," his father tore into him with a loud tirade.

"Who the hell do you think you are telling MY son what he can and can't
take? Your lot have treated him like a criminal and now you have the bloody
cheek to tell me he can't take his bicycle home, mate, you've got another
think coming and I am coming with you to see that he gets on that plane
with all his belongings."

"Fine, seeing as he's going to Borstal, they'll confiscate his bicycle when
he arrives, his paperwork and bad reports will see to that."

"Now you listen to me! A lot of our boys died during the war so we could
all live in a better world and not have shit like you in charge. Let me
tell you that one day, whoever is behind this will be held to account,
especially when the newspapers get hold of the story which they surely will
as I will certainly make sure of that!"

"Flight Sergeant Masters, I'm sorry you feel that way, I am only trying to
do my job."

"After this, maybe you should think about getting another one so decent
honest living people don't have to put up with shit like you, now come on,
let's go and see him off."



An uneasy peace descended over them on the drive and whilst sat in the
airport lounge with Dylan's father maintaining a hostile stare which wore
down the corporal when he left to make a phone call. Part of the
conversation was overheard when the corporal spoke loudly saying.

"Look here, I am telling you that your plan is going to backfire, for one;
there is no way that family is going to remain silent. As soon as he leaves
the RAF you'll have the papers to deal with and your money won't buy your
way out of this one so you are going to have to be a lot more inventive."
The call continued for a few moments until it ended leaving the corporal
visibly shaken.

Whilst waiting for the flight to board he opened the envelope containing
Dylan's travel documents and passed one of the documents to his father just
as the flight was called saying.

"Mr. Masters, I could get into a lot of trouble for handing you that piece
of paper, if and when you do go to the papers, please leave my name out of
it and by the way, I never gave it to you. Dylan, I am so sorry to have
been a part of this, do have a nice flight and don't worry about the other
end as they won't stop you."

Dylan's father said. "Please keep in touch and thank you for seeing sense."



Dylan walked out accompanied by his father to the parked RAF Avro York
transport aircraft with its wing mounted on top of its square section
fuselage resembling an elongated flying shed with its distinctive triple
tail fins and four Rolls Royce Merlin engines derived from the Avro
Lancaster bomber carrying his suitcase, bicycle and satchel in a joyous
frame of mind knowing that he was going home, not to a Borstal but his
grandmother. He produced his travel documents and a loader loaded his
suitcase and bicycle into the hold of the aircraft when a stunningly
attractive blond haired WAAF directed him to his window seat at the rear of
the aircraft. The few remaining passengers finally boarded with the WAAF
finally closing the doors and directing fourteen year old Bill Turner to
sit next to Dylan just as the engines started up in turn blowing clouds of
smoke and flames from the exhaust stubs.

After the safety briefing and lifejacket demonstration, the aircraft
finally taxied to the runway and took off into the night bound for Colombo
in Ceylon, its route mainly over the sea taking about twelve hours.

Both boys talked to each other but owing to the day's exertions Dylan's
body cried out desperately for sleep, denied him by the discomfort of being
seated when he remembered the pain killers in his satchel, he popped two,
took a teaspoon of laudanum and went out like a light.

He didn't feel Bill's hand stroking his bare thigh and going up the leg of
his short trousers finding a huge silk encased cock which had leaked his
pre-cum love fluids forming a large wet patch giving him the satisfaction
of knowing a huge load of spunk had already built up inside his balls, now
long overdue for release and Dylan was dead to the world fast asleep like a
dead boy.

Bill slowly unbuttoned the flies on Dylan's short trousers and finally
managed to take his hugely fat cock out gasping at its sheer size with its
bulbous head coated in pre-cum having pushed back the foreskin by itself
whilst erecting. He plunged his huge cock into his mouth licking around the
head and piss slit with his tongue when Dylan subconsciously began face
fucking him as he continued sucking him off as Dylan's large nipples
hardened obscenely poking out both his vest and shirt as he felt his huge
cock enlarge even further and began twitching powerfully flooding his mouth
with a huge load which came out in several long gushes with Dylan uttered
grunts of pleasure as he tried desperately to swallow the gushing load as
fast as he could until it ended with a trickle. Bill kept his mouth on
Dylan's leaking cock until he was satisfied that he had cleaned it off then
tucked it back into his silk underpants and buttoned up his flies, it was
only then that Bill discovered he too had flooded his own underwear with
spunk.



Both boys slowly awoke as Dylan felt his bottom aching despite his
medication's effects having worn off during the night to be gladly served
breakfast with orange juice then finished with a cup of strong sweet tea
during the final hour before landing at Colombo.

All the passengers deplaned and walked to the lounge whilst the aircraft
was refueled and mechanics checked and inspected the engines. Both boys
ordered bottles of ice cold coke with packets of Smiths crisps containing a
little blue twisted paper bag of salt whilst making small talk as their
flight had now become a great adventure. Dylan sent his grandmother a
postcard to tell her that he was homeward bound and posted it before
boarding their flight to Bombay, India.



The aircraft took off into the night with the passengers being served hot
soup before the curtains were drawn and the cabin lights dimmed. Thankfully
the flight became as smooth as a millpond with both boys talking in
whispers when Bill's hand gently caressed Dylan's thigh. Not having taken
his medicine, he was fully alert and knew immediately what Bill wanted
which he returned with an exchange of tongue kisses and feeling each others
rock hard cocks through their short trousers when he noticed Dylan's huge
nipples tenting out his shirt and began massaging them through the material
before unbuttoning his shirt, deftly lifting up his silk vest and began
sucking on them making him utter moans and secretly wishing to draw breast
milk when Bill whispered.

"I want to fuck you up your bottom," Dylan eased himself up from his seat
and dropped his short trousers and silk underpants then reached into his
satchel passing him a small tin of Vaseline, as he leant against the window
Bill gasped at the sight of the welts on his bottom asking.

"Who the hell's done that to you?"

"I got six of the best from the headmaster and expelled, those RAF bastards
gave him a rattan cane to use instead of a school cane all because I had to
beat up the station commander's son who's a bully, let's get on with it."



Although a tight squeeze between the seats Bill wiggled himself into
position and pushed his cock into his already greased hole letting it
settle for a few moments before plowing into him exciting his secret love
button with every stroke which made his friend's hugely engorged cock
twitch and leak like a tap whilst on the point of blowing his load and when
it came, long streaming jets of spunk shot out of his cock onto the window
whilst his clenching rear hole triggered Bill's cock to shoot his load into
his bowels whilst uttering loud sighs and when he finally pulled out, both
lads were thankful that no other passengers were woken up leaving them to
quietly clean the evidence of their moments of passion with a lover's
embrace before falling asleep with both their cocks wetting their
underpants with their after leakages which also leaked back out of Dylan's
rear hole necessitating them to wash and change their underwear after
arriving at Bombay from where the passengers were bussed in an old pre war
Dennis coach when Dylan got into an argument with its driver refusing to
leave his packaged bicycle at the airport left luggage until he finally
relented and drove them to the Taj Mahal Palace hotel overlooking the
Arabian sea with views of the gateway to India from their window.



Both boys were glad to take long hot showers and have some of their clothes
laundered ready for their departure the next morning. Now wearing fresh
shirts, vests and underwear with their school ties and short trousers as
typical British schoolboys, they went to the main dining area without their
blazers to be shown their table and guided through the menu by a waiter
from which they could order any item which the RAF was paying for.

Dylan ordered an Indian lobster curry for his main course whilst Bill
settled for a lamb curry served with a shared bottle of imported Australian
white wine followed by fruit cocktail with Italian ice cream finally
watered down with a shared bottle of Singapore's famous Tiger Beer leaving
both lads tipsy with full bellies when they finally left for their room.

Now sharing a double bed they stripped totally naked and no sooner were
they in bed they fell into a long tongue kissing and fondling lovers
embrace with their rock hard leaking cocks grinding into each other before
Dylan threw back the covers, lubed up Bill's rear hole and his huge man
sized teenage boy's cock before slowly pushing it in right to his balls
making Bill squeal with delight at his amazing feelings of fullness having
taken the largest cock so far in his entire life doggy fashion. He slowly
plowed into him for several minutes with his pre-cum love juices adding
more lube to the boy's love canal and built up to a shattering orgasm
seeing stars whilst hosing his internals with several long jets of his hot
boy spunk filling him right up before changing over.

Bill was really in his elements, especially when pistoning in and out of
Dylan in his best ever sex with a teenage boy a year older than him filling
his love canal within seconds after which they now faced each other with
spunk running out of both their bottoms and cocks disgorging their
remaining spunk onto the sheets when the irresistible temptation to nurse
of Dylan's breasts overcame him as his mouth latched onto a breast sending
those lovely feelings straight to his balls whilst secretly wishing he
could draw breast milk from him although both boys have never even heard of
any boys who could make milk.

They spent the next hour talking about their sexual conquests describing in
intimate detail every boy they've ever had sex with and if anyone had ever
caught them at it before finally falling asleep when Bill's mouth
disengaged from his breast.



The following morning they were awakened by the telephone ringing in their
room calling them to be dressed and packed for breakfast then finally
checking out and bussed back to the airport in the dawn gloom.

On entering the airport both boys became awestruck at the BOAC airline
advertising hoarding displaying the De-Havilland Comet. This aircraft was
the pride of Britain, the world's first jet airliner already in service to
Johannesburg in South Africa capable of flying above the turbulent weather
up to 40,000 feet at 500 mph, it looked very inch what an aircraft of the
future should be and only the richest people could afford to fly in her
whereas they were boarding an old piston engined crate derived from a
bomber.

It was now fully daylight when the aircraft taxied out to the runway with
the wind created by the propellers blowing the yard high grass beside the
runway when it took off to fly out over the sea to Bahrain.



Most of the flight was over the sea and no sooner had the aircraft crossed
the Arab coastline the captain had to shut down one of the engines and
finally feather the propeller and when they arrived the heat was in the
hundreds Fahrenheit which felt like walking into a furnace especially with
a fiery hot breeze blowing across the airport. Both boys were highly
relieved when a coach arrived to finally take them to a top hotel. (And
more sex).

After checking into the hotel, this time they took a taxi into the heart of
the city and thankfully the driver knew what they both wanted when they
arrived at a boy brothel to sample their delights.

A group of boys was paraded in front of them wearing only shorts so they
could immediately see them in their entirety rather like shopping, some of
them were as young as twelve and every boy there was a spunker.

Dylan picked a lad the same age as himself who smiled with a white toothed
smile despite having teeth badly in need of a tooth brace
thinking. (Perhaps it's why he's here selling his body to pay a dentist?
And wondering what his aspirations in life are?). Bill picked a twelve year
old and Dylan immediately guessed he likes younger boys when they were led
into separate bedrooms and after a raunchy session with this boy Dylan
learned more about the male human body than what's printed in any books.



They left the boy brothel with feelings of satisfaction aided by leaking
tingling cocks with Arab boy spunk leaking into their underpants with a
satisfying sensation of tingling nipples having had the most amazing sex
with two Arab boys who gave them an excellent grounding on boy on boy sex
to stand them in good stead for the rest of their lives and Dylan coming
away with an extra gift from the brothel keeper having noticed a photo of
one of his boys with a decent sized pair of girly breasts, he was given
that boy's remaining supply of pills which brought on his milk. He
certainly was an asset whilst working there making lots of money until he
was run over by a car. Dylan happily accepted his gift and yet he was in
two minds whether to use them.

Theirs was another night of raunchy sex in their hotel room after having
been wined and dined then checked out the following morning for their
flight to Cyprus landing at the RAF station at Nicosia.

After refueling with a change of some passengers, mechanics checking over
the engines and running them up with a crew change. The aircraft took off
on its last leg to Blighty into a spectacular thunderstorm with a wild
bucking bronco ride with everyone strapped tightly into their seats. There
were the inevitable loud sighs whenever the aircraft either bucked or
dropped in an air pocket which was flying in clouds so thick, from where
the lads were seated they could barely see the wings and both of them held
each others hand whilst shitting hot conkers believing the aircraft may
crash any second. The ride was so rough that some passengers were sick and
Bill's face certainly took on a green hue before he reached for a sick bag
and spewed up his stomach contents. A few seats towards the front, a mature
bearded gent became sick with a horrible ear wrenching noise which set
Dylan off when he quickly grabbed a sick bag and spewed into it for his
very first time.

Dylan was a boy with a strong constitution and well traveled having the
distinction of never having been sick either on ships or aircraft. There
wasn't a fairground ride which made his stomach churn, not even riding the
rotor or the lightning whip would do it and he had a reputation of scaring
boys who rode the lightning whip with him by inducing the car to slam hard
into the steel cables on either side as the car sped through its arc
pinning both into their seats with Dylan laughing at the boy beside him
screaming in terror and calling him all the names under the sun when the
ride finished.



Doubtless everyone on board was highly relieved to finally fly out of the
storm into smooth flying weather when the aircraft finally descended out of
the clouds treating them to the sights of the city of London from the air
to finally land at RAF Northolt in West London and stepping onto good old
British concrete after a flight which had taken a week and quickly clearing
through customs and immigration highly relieved they were finally on home
soil.

During their flight both boys formed a lasting bond to last a lifetime and
became lifelong pen pals. Dylan thought he had a wet dream after drugging
himself for comfort when Bill sucked him off and the following morning they
both hand washed their underwear in the aircraft toilet and went commando
under their short trousers for part of the flight during which they had sex
several times on different legs of their journey. Having finally arrived,
they were bussed to the nearest railway station to catch a slow train to
Reading taking advantage of the carriages not having a connecting corridor
when they dropped their trousers and underwear down to their ankles and
using the Vaseline contained in Dylan's satchel, both boys lubed and
plunged their cocks into each others rear holes filling each others bowels
with spunk when Bill caught the connecting express to Penzanze whilst Dylan
gave the excuse of falling asleep on the train as he boarded his train to
Slough and after asking around, he caught a bus to his grandparents
pre-fabricated house to the west of the town to spend his summer holidays.

After being finally admitted hugging and kissing his grandmother who showed
him to the spare bedroom, he unpacked his belongings, changed into tee
shirt and shorts, unpacked and reassembled his racing bicycle and when his
grandmother saw it, she said.

"Dylan. That is a very expensive bike you have there, you just be damn
careful not to have it stolen and from now on it stays parked inside the
house when you're not using it. Here's some money now go and get yourself a
decent padlock and chain and always lock it up whenever you park it."  .  .
.  "Yes grandmother."

He wheeled it out of the house and rode away in the warm sunshine in bliss
knowing he's riding a thoroughbred bike, during his ride he bought his
padlock and chain and from the change he bought a packet of cigarettes, lit
one up and inhaled deeply glad that he had finally arrived.



End of part one.



The adventure continues with the summer holidays.