Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2019 14:23:48 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: 1950's Boarding School 3

1950's Boarding School part three.

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.

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Chapter Three, More summer holiday adventures.

Dylan entered his house just in time for his evening meal already on the
table and after the exertions of the day and having a ravenous appetite he
polished off his meal followed by downing a large mug of tea which he
sweetened with honey when his grandmother asked.  "Honey in your tea, where
have you learned that one from?"  "From old Joe at the pool, he's the one
training us as he wants us to be fit lifeguards; he says it'll give us bags
of energy."  He knew there was some truth in that although the brothel
keeper told him it's good for his milk and makes it sweeter for his paying
clients, especially if he drinks really thick milk shakes with lashings of
ice cream and honey, what he didn't tell him is that it also helps with
recharging his breasts.  After evening meal he pulled out the old push
cylinder mower and began trimming the grass followed by weeding the flower
bed in front of the house and the vegetable patch in the back garden then
sat down writing a letter to his parents. He wrote.

`Dear mum and dad. I arrived at gran's after a flight which took a week and
gave all the passengers a scenic view of London. We saw Tower Bridge, the
Tower of London, Buckingham palace and Hyde Park before finally landing.
Customs and immigration cleared me through without even checking my luggage
and didn't even ask me questions about the bike. I ride it rarely now as
there's too many of the wrong sort in this town who want to steal it so
gran keeps it locked in the house.  I've already made a few friends who
have helped me to construct a bicycle from discarded bicycle parts from the
dump which looks like an old wreck but at least no one wants to steal
it. It is this bike which I use to ride to work.  I have started work at
the local indoor swimming pool, it's well paid and the man in charge is a
qualified instructor who keeps our skills honed with regular training
sessions. I am working with a good bunch which makes our days pleasant
which is spoilt by having to deal with riff raff kids from the housing
estates.  Love=Dylan.

Dylan wanted to write a longer letter but was restricted by the size of the
lightweight air mail writing paper plus the whole letter could only weigh
one tenth of an ounce otherwise it costs more to send. I left it on the
sideboard ready for posting in the morning.  After Breakfast the following
morning, Dylan posted the letter on his way to work at the pool which
wasn't open to the public until 12 noon, during the hours before opening
the pool was used for swimming lessons thereby making the weekend days more
pleasant.  Weighing heavily on his mind was the impending sleepover
followed by the drive to Brands Hatch motor racing circuit in Kent with the
race kitted Triumph Tiger 100 and the thrill of watching Valentine race it
but the sleepover with him the night before held more interest for Dylan
knowing that it would definitely be a night of raunchy sex.  Those few
hours at the pool seemed to drag on interminably which wasn't helped by
having a large clock mounted on the pool hall's wall on the entrance side
of the building which plagued him into clockwatching, the only respite from
that was erotic thoughts leading to countless erections during his stints
on poolside, especially whenever a good looking boy close to his age
entered the pool hall.  Thankfully his breaks became a relief from the
monotony of poolside when he could slink out of the building and light up a
Capstan full strength navy cut cigarette which gave him a satisfying dizzy
head rush in two deep inhalations. His favourite spot was the far side of
the two storage sheds which had a narrow gap between them through which he
would slip through, turn right and with the gardens hedge behind the fence
shielding him from prying eyes inside the house. It became his personal
hidey hole where he gave his cock a good wank in secret as well as sneaking
a smoke, not that he needed to as the entire staff there also smoked.

By the time Dylan went for his break, his huge cock had already flooded his
skimpy silky nylon swim briefs with pre-cum during the many erections he
had on poolside and went he finally went out to his hidey hole he took out
his already rock hard leaking throbbing cock from under both his swim
briefs and the leg of his tailored cotton navy blue school draw cord PE
shorts and started banging one out whilst uttering loud sighs in pleasure
as he felt the satisfying sensations inside his balls, the head of his cock
and inside his arse when those sensations rapidly built up to a shattering
orgasm with his cock shooting out ropes of spunk like a fire hose which he
also felt inside his breasts which oozed out drops of breast milk forming
wet spots on his tee shirt which he couldn't hide until they dried.  He
walked back inside; made himself a cup of tea then came back outside and
lit up a cigarette, smoking it whilst he took sips of his tea and ate two
chocolate biscuits before entering the male changing room, picked up any
litter, checked the toilets, showers and sinks were still clean then
entered the pool hall for another session on poolside, by now his already
softened cock had dumped his after leakage of spunk into his swim briefs
forming a large wet spot on his shorts which Joe certainly noticed as he
left the high chair and gave Dylan a wry smile of approval.

After the day spent working at the pool, Dylan rode home, wrote another
letter to his parents, done some more chores and helped his grandmother to
prepare and cook the evening meal. Having finished and done all the dishes
he asked her.  "Gran, one of the lads at the pool has invited me to meet
his family and wants me to stay over, just to let you know."  "OK son, just
don't want you hanging around on street corners with riff raff."

Dylan prepared his rucksack as an overnight bag with his toiletries and a
change of clothes as well as packing his ex British army gas cape, Brass
Swedish Trangia burner with his American military canteen, small enameled
plate, mug, Compactum campers cutlery set, bottle of meths, tea and
powdered milk from one of the seven pint tins of National dried milk kept
at the bottom of the larder from which Dylan filled up his small used
Nescafe coffee tin and a second tin with sugar.  He knew what military
ration packs contained and he planned to call into a grocer's shop to buy
another tin of coffee and a few food items thereby enabling him to cook
simple meals and make hot drinks in the paddock.

Valentine lived on the outskirts of Windsor and in anticipation of riding
the three miles to his house, Dylan decided to ride the Carlton racing
bicycle which is much faster and phoned him from a call box after starting
out and called in at the grocers on the way.  Dylan arrived at a brick
built Georgian style house with a large separate garage set in spacious
grounds big enough to contain at least four cars. He rode along the
pebbledash drive to see the garage open and Valentine working on his
Triumph Tiger 100 motorcycle when he rang the bicycle bell to get his
attention.  He looked up and welcomed Dylan who became amazed at seeing a
fully functioning workshop contained within the garage seeing a large half
ton pre-war Morris Commercial van with its back doors open exhibiting a
large toolbox, a jerrycan of fuel, a plank to wheel the machine on and off
the van with plenty of strong webbing tie downs to secure the machine in
the back.

Dylan asked lots of questions about the motorcycle out of curiosity which
Valentine answered concisely, he looked at the shelving to see it festooned
with the original parts removed from the machine comprising mudguards,
lights, front and rear stands, exhaust system, tyres, handlebars including
the machine's iconic nacelle housing the speedometer, lighting switch,
ammeter and its push button magneto kill switch. In place were dropped
handlebars, a tachometer replaced the speedo which is cable driven from a
gearbox which sits in place of the dynamo with two carburetturs feeding the
close finned all aluminium 500cc engine which owes its ancestry to Edward
Turner's Speed twin model from 1937 and even its gear cluster has been
changed out for a close ratio set with the speedo drive blanked off and
inside the engine is a crankshaft with a lighter central flywheel from
their earlier Grand Prix racer model. Dylan soon realized that this machine
with its race kit and extra parts must have cost a fortune at a time when
over 60% of all Triumph's entire production was being exported just to the
USA when he helped Valentine wheel the motorcycle into the back of the van
then passed him the plank, toolbox, jerrycan of petrol and a box of spares
when he finally secured the machine, locked the van for the night, locked
the garage and entered the house.

Valentine cooked a late evening meal and poured two bottles of beer, not
being used to alcohol the one bottle made him light headed when he asked
him if he could smoke and having been given his assent he lit up a Capstan
full strength navy cut cigarette.  After their evening meal, Dylan dried up
the dishes and they sat down together on the settee when Val's hand
caressed his thigh triggering Dylan's erection straining against the thin
nylon of his specially made nylon swim briefs which Joe supplied and
wetting them with his love juices and gave Val a lovely surprise when his
hand slipped up the leg of Dylan's short trousers and felt his huge nylon
encased leaking throbbing cock as he let out a sigh as Val said.  "That's a
really nice one you have there, so big for a boy, how old are you?"  "I'm
fifteen."  .  .  .  "You're just the age I like boys to be, packing loads
of spunk in their balls."  Having previously taken his pill, drank lots of
tea and now the beer, he felt the build up inside his breasts heralding his
imminent let down and as their foreplay proceeded with both their clothes
coming off Val certainly noticed Dylan's now full girly breasts which began
to leak in astonishment when he cupped one saying.  "I have these for those
who are special to me and yes, I can feed you like a baby."  Val
replied. "Really, that's really going to make our night together more
interesting," when his mouth homed into one of his breasts and began
nursing off him sucking out a good mouthful before savouring its sweet
creamy taste then swallowing and saying.  "My oh my, you really are a
miracle boy who tastes delicious, I wish there was more like you," then
continued nursing until he drained his breasts.  They lovingly caressed
each other before Val led him to the bedroom and his luxurious double bed
where he took out his lube from the bedside cabinet, lubed up his
monstrously fat 10 inch cock followed by Dylan's already gaping rear hole
becoming satisfied that his monster cock would fit nicely into his hole as
Dylan laid across the bed then put his ankles onto Val's muscular
shoulders.  He pushed his cock slowly inside him gazing at his already
leaking cock becoming astonished at seeing so much pre-cum leaking out from
its piss slit and coating the head now that his well stretched foreskin had
already retracted by itself, a sure sign of a highly sexually active
teenage boy and one he loved to see.

He began thrusting slowly into Dylan when the sight of his breasts jiggling
in time with his motions caught his eye with his thimble sized nipples now
hardened with beads of breast milk appearing at their tips, the sight of
which overcame Val with lust whilst thrusting into a schoolboy about 10
years his junior and building up to a shattering orgasm knowing he's about
to shoot a huge load of spunk into the boy's bowels and when he came, the
highly intense sensation inside his balls had him moaning like a bitch as
his orgasmic sensations overcame him whilst flooding his bowels with his
monster load as Dylan uttered loud sighs at each one of his fire hose like
gushes flooded his bowels and there was a lot of them before he pulled out
with his deflating cock and licked the spunk as it ran out of his rear hole
to give him a spunk filled tongue kiss before swapping places.  Dylan lubed
up his eight inches of rock hard teen schoolboy cock and Val's rear hole
then slowly pushed his cock into his already receptive hair lined hole
which fitted his cock nicely and began thrusting into him with his motions
causing his breasts to bounce nicely and finding that Val's arse muscles
were indeed very strong as they initially clenched onto his cock with a
pleasing motion at every twitch of his already hard monster cock and with
Dylan now overcome with boyhood lust he also began shooting a large hot
load into the depths of Val's bowels and screaming at his highly intense
orgasm which he also felt inside his breasts as a trickle of breast milk
ran out of each nipple.  After pulling out, he scooped up his milk with his
fingers and licked them clean then ate out his rear hole taking a good
mouthful of his own spunk mixing it with the milk already in his mouth and
gave Val a loving kiss with a mixture of his own teen boy spunk and breast
milk before ending the session caressing and kissing each other in those
lovely moments of bliss before Val made them both a nightcap of thick sweet
Horlicks in large mugs before finally tucking into the double bed for the
night in a totally naked lover's embrace.

The alarm clock rang at six the next morning waking them up from the fog of
sleep when Dylan discovered he had another one of his wet dreams plastering
the sheets with both spunk and breast milk with little time left now for
Val to change the sheets. Dylan hand washed the pair of nylon swim briefs
before they both showered together giving each others cocks a good wank
before drying off and getting changed when Val told him to wear his other
pair of nylon swim briefs as passed him a specially tailored pair of high
leg navy blue cotton drawstring shorts with a form fitting tee shirt thus
enhancing his upper torso with an old American army surplus olive green
jacket then into the van for the drive to Brands Hatch stopping at a
roadside café on the way for their breakfasts with Val buying.  Val
hung up Dylan's wet swim briefs from the top of the windscreen on his side
of the vehicle from two hooks ensuring they were prominently displayed to
either oncoming vehicles, cyclists or pedestrians and Dylan was certainly
glad to be wearing that jacket in the cool of the morning until the
vehicle's heater warmed up the van's interior when he removed the jacket
and it was only then he saw the mounds on his chest created by his breasts
with his obscenely protruding nipple pokies and how the cotton material
clung to their shape realizing this was no ordinary tee shirt, Valentine
wanted him to be sexily dressed showing his assets off to good effect.

They entered the roadside café when Dylan certainly felt everyones
gaze on his form as a few men sat at tables looked at him with more than a
passing interest seeing a teenage boy wearing the shortest shorts they are
ever likely to encounter with his bountiful, if small girly breasts plus
whoever looked out of the window would certainly see what looks like
raunchy girl's panties displayed in the windscreen whilst at the counter
the mature woman serving them was undecided as to whether he was a boy or a
girl when she took the order for two full breakfasts with mugs of strong
sweet tea.  After leaving the café, Val picked his moments to
lovingly caress the boy's thighs with one hand which soon found its way up
the leg of his shorts to the nylon encased rock hard cock already tenting
out his shorts with its foreskin having already retracted by itself when
his finger found its mark when Val asked him to get his cock out and give
it a good wank.  To do this, Dylan had to drop both his shorts and swim
briefs then wanked his cock whilst Val drove the van with Dylan so worked
up with lust he came very quickly shooting several jets of spunk onto the
windscreen whilst the rest dribbled onto the floor, Val reached over and
scooped some of his spunk off the windscreen with his hand and licked it
clean whilst Dylan scooped off his spunk from his cock squeezing out any
remaining after leakage, put it into his mouth and swallowed it finishing
with Val passing him a rag to clean both the windscreen and himself then
pulled up both his swim briefs and shorts making small talk for the rest of
the journey.

They finally arrived at the paddock after Val produced his entry forms and
receiving their paddock passes and race programmes. He changed in the back
of the van into his race leathers before wheeling the machine out from the
van placing it onto his race stand.  After this came the scrutineering
where the machine was checked for safety along with the engine and gearbox
sump nuts lock wired in place then Val bump started the machine with a
raucous bellow from both megaphone exhausts when the machine finally burst
into life giving Dylan an immense thrill.  A walk round the paddock
revealed a plethora of machinery ranging from highly tuned BSA Bantam 125cc
two strokes to exotic Italian overhead camshaft single cylinder machines,
KTT Velocettes, 7R AJS's, Manx Nortons, BSA Gold Stars, four valve Rudges,
Excelsior Manxman racers, Triumph Grand Prix racers with engines based a
generator set from the Avro Lancaster bomber and the list goes on which 70
years later any one of these machines would proudly grace the Bonham's
auction catalogue.

Next came the practice laps which thrilled Dylan to bits watching machines
dice with each other amidst the sound of raucous open exhausts with the
heady scents of burnt castor oil catching sight of Val wrestling his
Triumph around bends in the circuit fearing he was going to crash aware
that Triumph frames have a notorious reputation for flexing.  Even the
humble BSA Bantam, a small capacity single cylinder two stroke used by
commuters and the GPO's telegram boys are totally transformed into highly
modified and tuned stripped down racers bellowing a piercing loud buzz from
their expansion chamber exhausts generally known as racing roosters.

Come lunchtime, it was Dylan's turn to cook their simple meals in the back
of the van using Val's two pint brass Primus stove after Val placed the
jerrycan well away from the van next to the motorcycle parked outside.
Dylan watched the day's races with their inevitable thrills and spills
including watching some riders fall off but this day no one was seriously
hurt and despite Val's Triumph trying to tie itself into knots whilst
cornering he came away with a creditable eighth place in the 500cc race
which was good considering his machine couldn't out brake or out corner the
Manx Nortons there that day.  He knew the Tiger 100 was a fast and powerful
engine with acceleration to match a scalded cat and whilst driving home he
knew what he wanted. It would have to be the best engine in the best frame,
a Triumph engine in the Manx Norton, an impossible dream and yet there was
a solution.  He knew about the Cooper car company at Ewell in Surrey who
built 500cc racing cars powered mostly by JAP single cylinder four stroke
engines used mainly in speedway and he already had planned to visit that
company with the burning question as to whether a big name racing driver
would be ordering a car fitted with a Manx Norton engine and transmission?
If so, he was quite prepared to buy the machine minus its engine and
transmission as this was his best option to secure the machine he wanted.

Valentine explained to me that Norton's would never sell anyone a complete
engine although they readily sold parts for their Manx Norton racers. The
frames were originally made by the McAndless brothers in Belfast before
being made by Renolds tubes, with each frame requiring over 40 feet of
their best steel tubing, there was no doubt that it would be an expensive
buy.  The Triumph Speed twin base model had already proved itself as a fast
and reliable machine and having already bought spare parts catalogues
through his employers he had an intimate knowledge of what fits what and
how to tune one plus the Lancaster bomber generator unit was easily
available from London dealer's Pride & Clark which shared many components
from their Grand prix racers and Trophy models plus Valentine knew of
Dennis Heath's motorcycle shop in Twickenham which also operated a breakers
yard so finding Triumph parts there isn't likely to pose any problems.

Dylan began to realize that Valentine was indeed a highly talented
mechanical engineer and yet, owing to post war austerity his best station
in life was a motorcycle mechanic. He was a man who made parts and fixed
things and yet capable of being amongst the best and all too soon we
arrived at his house, He helped him to unload the van, went inside for a
mug of tea and biscuits then rode home on his Carlton to his angry
grandmother demanding.  "Where have you been as the police from the RAF
came here with a search warrant this morning?"  "I stayed with the
motorbike mechanic who took me to Brands Hatch to watch the racing which
you already know about. Have you told them about the Carlton?"  "No I
haven't, they looked at your decrepit other bike which I told them was
yours, they had a look around the house and the shed then left empty
handed."  "I will write to father immediately," Dylan wrote.

Dear mum and dad.  I am writing this to inform you that the RAF police
called with a warrant and searched the house which has upset her deeply
even though whatever they were looking for wasn't here. Gran showed them my
bike which as you're aware was built by myself from whatever parts I could
scrounge from the local dump and thankfully I have made a good bike for
myself.  I have no doubt that this has been a great shock to her,
especially a woman of her age and therefore ask you to please raise a
complaint.  Lovingly yours=Dylan.

Dylan let gran read his letter after putting on her reading glasses; she
read it thoughtfully then said.  "Sonny, you write with a very nice hand
and this is a nicely written letter, your father should be proud of you."
He sealed up the letter ready for posting the following morning on his way
to work at the pool, only this time he decided to leave the Carlton parked
in the plant room for the time being until any issues with the RAF police
finally blew over which he would sort out with Joe.  Valentine came in at
12 noon to swim during the lunchtime session and gave Dylan a knowing smile
the moment he entered as this was his day off and parked outside was his Ex
WD BSA 500cc M20 with its single cylinder side valve engine which has an
unenviable reputation of plodding on for entire days. His was but one of
many thousands of war surplus machines on the road at the time.  Joe knew
him as a regular customer who also frequented London's men's clubs whose
clientele entertained young boys and Dylan was just what they wanted with
men prepared to pay handsomely just to have him for a night, indeed some of
Joe's male teenage lifeguards with a few boys from the local swimming club
were also in demand and when the lunchtime session finished for the day
with the pool used for the next hour for troop training by the army
stationed at Windsor, Dylan was about to take his lunch when Joe called him
into the office and sat next to him was Valentine.

Joe opened the conversation with. "This is Valentine who I understand
you've already met and between us we have a proposition for you which could
net you some money."  "What would that be?"  "There are a number of
gentlemen's clubs in London who are looking for youngsters like yourself to
entertain their clientele, Valentine has discussed this with me and we both
feel you will satisfy their requirements admirably."  "I see," .  .  .
"You will of course be using a railway season ticket, your meals and
anything you want will be taken care of and you will be given time off on
full pay as required, how does that suit you?"  "That's fine by me."  "Very
well then, Valentine will collect you after work and your shifts covered
tomorrow, sorry it's such short notice but there's a very important client
who want's your services, I'll let your grandmother know that another
member of my staff has arranged for you to have a sleepover."  "You mean
I'll be working in a boy brothel."  "Something like that but a lot more up
market."  Joe gave him two pills to take which just happened to be the same
as the ones given to him by the brothel keeper so he knew immediately what
to expect and asked Joe to make him a thick chocolate milk shake which he
downed.

When Dylan's shift ended, a black Ex WD Humber Pullman staff car (Known as
the desert rat Humber) reversed into the drive stopping outside the
entrance and out stepped a smartly dressed Valentine who entered Joe's
office carrying Dylan's smart suit on a hanger whilst a small suitcase
contained the rest of the clothes he'll be wearing. Meanwhile Dylan was
taking a long shower and no sooner had he finished, a hired valet was
tasked to give him a hot towel full body shave including shaving his peach
fuzz from his face and his pubic hair.  Dylan entered the pool hall totally
naked carrying his towel to see the massage table laid out for him, he
usually saw this table on poolside although its proper place was the first
aid room which was used for towels and swim bags and had a movable section
for raising a person's head and now he realized this table's alternative
use when he was beckoned to lie on top and relax.  Beside him stood a
strikingly handsome blond haired young man who couldn't be a day over 20
sporting a regulation army haircut and he rightly guessed this valet was in
the army whilst an industrial blower heater blew hot air onto some towels
placed onto a rack. This person was stropping up a straight razor when he
carefully put it down and wrapped the first hot towel around his leg then
started lathering his brush followed by his leg. He went on to expertly
shave every single hair off his body and face leaving only the hair on his
head before finally powdering his body, such was this person's skills that
there wasn't so much as a scratch on Dylan's form and he was now totally
hairless and smooth as a pre pubescent boy.

The valet passed him a white silky nylon see through skin tight vest which
exposed his entire upper torso through the gossamer thin material followed
by a pair of swim briefs made from the same material which perfectly
exposed his genitals then white nylon knee high socks made from a thicker
material, all of which had a sensuous feel on his body followed by a white
nylon see through shirt and even with the vest underneath, his breasts were
fully exposed with his large thimble sized nipple pokies tenting out the
shirt which was also contoured like a woman's blouse thereby accentuating
his breasts. This was followed by putting on a pair of black satin skin
tight trousers with a leather belt, then a satin black waistcoat, a tie, a
matching jacket and finally a pair of highly polished black shoes and the
valet finally combed his hair followed by him collecting his backpack
containing his possessions from which he took out his wallet, cigarettes
and lighter.  It was the sensations of these underclothes on his skin which
gave him a huge erection seriously tenting out his trousers and as he
walked out to the car, the motions of his breasts bouncing in time with his
footfalls exciting his large nipples against the silky nylon almost made
come in his white nylon swim briefs.

Once outside, Dylan lit up a Capstan full strength navy cut cigarette and
smoked it before entering the car, he took his first deep inhalation which
was followed seconds later by a dizzying head rush which also had the
effect of calming down his huge rampant nylon encased cock which had
already leaked pre-cum into his see through nylon swim briefs and realized
the underclothes he wore were obviously specially made and not available in
any shops which therefore had to be black market items.

The car drove along the A4 into central London which for Dylan was his
first ever time in the city which drove past famous landmarks, numerous
bomb sites and construction sites until it pulled up outside an elite
gentleman's club where a commissionaire opened the door and led Dylan with
the valet into the building, taking a lift up to the top floor to a plush
room fit for a posh hotel where he was greeted by an American airline
captain in his forties who called room service for two beers.  Dylan lit up
another of his cigarettes in preference to the Chesterfield one offered him
by the captain when the doorbell rang; the captain opened the door and
beckoned a bellboy of around his age wearing a smart uniform wheeling a
serving trolley with two bottles of beer in an ice bucket who left with a
generous tip.

The captain opened both bottles, poured them into glasses and passed Dylan
one; just that one glass of beer was enough to make him light headed with
the warming alcohol coursing through his body and having to take a piss.
Having finished their beers and cigarettes, he lovingly began caressing and
kissing Dylan before carefully stripping him naked gazing in approval at
his underclothes before sensually removing them and neatly putting his
clothes on top of a dresser seeing him with a totally smooth hairless body
with approval.  He slowly stripped out of his uniform revealing women's
underclothes consisting of a pair of white nylon full panties with frills
tented out by his huge package with a matching bra tented out by his large
man boobs with nipples the size of wine bottle corks, and nylon stockings
held up with a suspender belt the sight of which fuelled Dylan's lust,
especially as this was his first time seeing a man wearing women's
underwear.  He helped him unclip his bra then he removed the rest of his
lingerie revealing that his body too was smoothly shaved when they laid
down on top of the bed together and he gave Dylan the most amazing sensual
caresses and kisses all over but it was his hugely monstrous cock which
Dylan could only gaze at in awe, it was definitely the largest one he's
ever encountered at over a foot long and as fat as a Coke bottle with a
huge leaking bulbous head fuelling his doubts as to whether he could take
such a monster up his teenage boy's rear hole, he could only but try
although the captain certainly commented nicely on the size of Dylan's
hugely fat eight inches of rock hard teen boys cock.

One way or another that huge cock was definitely going up his hole, after
all, that's why he's here and there's definitely a lot more to come after
him after this night is over, yes he was indeed a highly sexual boy with an
extraordinary gift of milky breasts which he now realized is highly in
demand which only a supply of black market pills would enable him to
sustain when his mind formulated that the best way would be to ride him
cowgirl fashion which he prepared for by motioning him to generously lube
both his rear hole and his monster cock before straddling him and slowly
impaling himself on his monstrously huge cock.  It took him forever and a
day to finally impale himself on that huge monster which stretched his rear
hole right out with the captain saying.  "That's it boy, you're so tight,
I'm really going to love you tonight."  It certainly took some doing which
entailed getting over the pain barrier for which the captain had a solution
when he lit up a hand rolled cigarette heavily laced with cannabis (joint)
and passed it to him. Dylan sexily smoked the cigarette which gave him a
nice peaceful feeling of wellbeing and took away the pain far better than
painkillers would, plus it seemed to enhance the sensitivity of the head of
his cock making it harder then it's ever been, erecting out to nine inches
and leaking his love juices onto his chest when he began riding him whilst
massaging his thimble sized nipples which began trickling breast milk which
the captain saw and said as he scooped some up with his hands and licked
them clean.  "That's my boy, give me your milk."

Dylan's heavily hormone laced milk acted on the captain like a drug making
him come like a teenager when his powerfully twitching cock built up to a
shattering orgasm filling his bowels with over 20 fire hose like gushes of
spunk which ran out past his cock coating his balls with his own spunk and
with Dylan's breasts now leaking profusely he positioned himself over his
head as the deflating cock slipped out of his hole pouring out spunk from
the gaping hole for him to begin nursing off his heavily laden breasts when
his cock shot off its load all by itself spraying spunk everywhere as
breast milk squirted into his eager mouth after which he collapsed into a
cannabis induced sleepy afterglow whilst the captain sucked out the
remaining spunk from his cock and then his rear hole.  The cannabis
certainly put him to sleep for the night and they both slept together in
the luxurious double bed like dead men.

The following morning, Dylan woke up to the pleasant sensations of his
breasts being nursed, this time by two mouths, the second one nursing off
him was the bellboy from the night before and he was totally naked with a
rock hard cock the same size as Dylan's, after his breasts were drained,
the bellboy laid across the bed ready for Dylan to fuck him and he was
already lubed up waiting for him.  Having placed his ankles onto Dylan's
shoulders, he pushed his rock hard leaking throbbing cock into the
bellboy's gaping rear hole and thrust into him with a pleasing motion as he
said to Dylan.  "This one's a special on the house and I want to see you
again."  "Me too," replied Dylan, just before he blasted another huge load
into the bellboy's bowels followed by his cock erupting like a fountain
with jets of spunk flying everywhere when Dylan finally pulled out and
licked as much of the boy's spunk off his smoothly shaved body followed by
showering together and the bellboy returning wearing his smart uniform
wheeling in a serving trolley containing their breakfasts.

It was time to finally leave, this time Dylan wore his tee shirt and
tailored navy blue cotton drawstring shorts contained in his backpack
whilst the bellboy carried out the suit worn the night before to the
waiting Humber Pullman. The airline captain gave him a 20 pound tip with a
bottle of his lube plus he also received 10 pounds in a stout brown
envelope when the car drove to Paddington station and dropped him off.

Dylan felt on top of the world walking to the ticket office wearing the see
through gossamer thin nylon underclothes under his tee shirt and shorts
with his nipples being excited as his breasts bounced within their nylon
confines and began leaking drops of breast milk. He bought his single
ticket, walked to the platform and waited whilst he lit up another Capstan
full strength navy cut cigarette, took two deep inhalations when the
satisfyingly dizzying head rush hit him.

The train he boarded had no connecting corridor linking the compartments
and the only other person sharing his carriage was a teenage airman doing
his national service returning from home leave who certainly noticed Dylan
from where he sat and no sooner had the train steamed out of the station
having already made small talk. Dylan dropped his shorts and see through
swim briefs whilst the airman too dropped his blue RAF battledress trousers
and green issue teabag underwear. He reached into his backpack for the lube
given to him by the airline captain and passed it to the airman to lube up
his six inch cock and his rear hole knowing this is going to be an easy
fuck with his smaller cock fitting like a pea in a whistle. Dylan bent over
a seat whilst the airman pushed his cock fully home to his balls and began
thrusting into him and despite his smaller cock it certainly excited his
secret love button inside his hole giving him those lovely sensations and
building him up to a shattering orgasm spraying loads of spunk onto the
seat's backrest with his wildly clenching hole triggering the teenage
airman to unload his spunk into his bowels and pulling out just before the
train reached its first stop when they quickly had to pull up both their
underwear and trousers and in Dylan's case, his shorts.

It was one of the quickest fucks he had and spunk leaked out of both his
cock and his rear hole wetting both his nylon swim briefs and shorts
leaving him with large wet patches on his shorts by the time he left the
train and walked home with spunk trickling down the back of his legs
resulting him in having to call into the pool to use the toilet, shit out
any remaining spunk, take a shower and change into a pair of his own swim
briefs and when he finally entered his gran's house, she asked.  "How was
your sleepover with your friend?"  "Fine, thank you," then he planted her a
kiss and as he wheeled his decrepit bike out to go for a ride, she said.
"Don't be late for your dinner."

The summer holidays continue.