Date: Thu, 6 Jun 2019 23:08:42 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: 1950's boarding school 4

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 resource 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 Nifty archive has been around since 1992 and has therefore stood the
test of time. Their crew do a wonderful job of maintaining this website,
however it is reliant on public donations to keep it running so please have
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Signed=Vintagespeedoboy.

Chapter four. The adventures continue.

Dylan mounted his decrepit bike which he built himself from parts scoured
from the local dump and whatever parts were passed onto him by the local
kids. As luck would have it he built himself a sturdy reliable mount to
which he added a luggage rack onto the front just like the newspaper boys
for securing their large canvas newspaper bags and cow horn handlebars
similar to the type fitted to off road and motocross motorcycles. Having
replaced the worn out tyres with a block pattern tread type on its 26 inch
steel rimmed wheels, brake blocks and brake cables, the bike's passage
along the road gave a pleasing whine from the tyres as he heard the
satisfying click from the Sturmey Archer thumb operated shift lever which
up or down shifted the three speed gears inside the rear hub effortlessly
when he entered the waste ground at the rear of the Mars factory,
downshifted and rode along the tracks looking for a boy.

There was a group of boys out riding their bikes but he thought they were
too young for his liking as they were mostly 10 or 11 year olds and it was
unlikely if any of them were spunkers, one of them did greet him with a
"Hi, aren't you one of the lifeguards at the pool?" He replied. "I sure
am."

"Can you get any free tickets?"

"You'll have to ask the lady at reception as she may let you have one,
sorry, I can't help you." Then he rode away knowing his cover's blown were
he to touch one, it was discretion being the better part of valour.



Dylan rode back through the trading estate till he arrived back at the
public toilets, locked up the bike and entered, seeing no one in there he
sat on the toilet with the glory hole taking both a piss and shit then lit
up one of his Capstan full strength navy cut cigarettes, took a deep
inhalation experiencing the satisfying sensations of a dizzying head rush
when he heard the sound all too familiar to him having previously heard the
sound of studded army boots followed by a blond haired teenage soldier
sitting in the next cubicle.

He watched him drop both his battle dress trousers and army issue green
boxer shaped aertex underpants, sat down and lit a cigarette.

Owing to his youthful appearance he judged him to be a national service man
who must have smelled his cigarette smoke when he started stroking his fat
cock to an erection which he judged to be at least six inches.

He stroked it with a slow pleasing motion for a few moments then looked
through the hole seeing a naked Dylan sat there massaging his nipples with
a huge erection having removed his tee shirt before he saw his shorts and
black tie cord briefs around his ankles which he immediately recognized as
swimming trunks and thought.

`I've got a right one here,' when he quietly asked.

"I've got my car outside, fancy coming for a spin?"

"OK, give me a few moments to lock my bike in a safe place,"

"OK, mine's the black Ford ten in the car park."



Dylan quickly threw on his tee shirt, pulled up his shorts and nylon swim
briefs, unlocked the bike and quickly rode to the pool, he opened the plant
room door, parked his bike inside, locked the door and walked across the
car park to the waiting Ford ten occupied by the young national serviceman
and got in the car which drove away.

He drove the car to the outskirts of the town to a large old house which
had been converted into flats; they entered a dingy bed-sit flat which was
a single room affair about the size of his grandmother's prefab house
living room with an old tubular steel framed bed of the type seen in
hospitals and military barracks.

This room had no kitchen, bath or toilet which the occupants of the
building shared on a communal basis, such places were cheap to rent as it
was just a small room with a wooden sash window for daylight which was
ideal for hook ups.



He slowly stripped Dylan naked and drew in his breath at the sight of his
girly breasts with his large nipples which certainly caught his eye when he
stroked a nipple making Dylan jump as they were so sensitive but not beyond
the experience of someone who's caressed a girl's breasts. He cupped both
his breasts and stroked his nipples with his thumbs saying.

"You really do have a lovely pair of tits and your cock's so fucking big;
when I saw you through the hole I knew straight away I had to have you."

He held Dylan in a passionate embrace tightly clutching both his bottom
globes then sensually gliding his hands over his velvet smooth skin and
with his middle finger he prodded the gateway to his arse before sucking on
a huge nipple when he felt the warm sweet elixir of love flow into his
mouth totally surprising him as he held his precious liquid in his mouth
then swallowed it before saying.

"You really surprise me as I never knew it was even possible for a boy to
make milk, but you do and it's so delicious, that alone makes you very
special. To think that just a few years ago If someone like you went to my
old school we'd have taken the Mickey something rotten but having you here
has truly showed me the other side of the coin."



He continued sucking out Dylan's heavily hormone laced elixir of love from
his breasts whilst mewling in delight even though thoughts of sinking his
cock into Dylan's rear hole were overpowering his mind when he beckoned him
to bend over the bed then lubed up his cock and Dylan's hole with Vaseline
then slowly eased his hugely fat rock hard cock inside his rear hole and
began thrusting into him whilst holding him by the hips.

It was the sheer size of his cock despite being a bit over six inches long,
it was certainly a handful in anyone's hand and it was its bulbous head
which teased the hell out of Dylan's secret love button making his cock
leak like a tap onto the bed and he certainly felt his contractions inside
his arse with lovely sensations inside his balls knowing a huge mother load
of spunk was about to erupt from his cock and when it did, it shot out
across the bed hitting the far wall in several hose like gushes before
finally pooling on top of the bed whilst feeling the hot liquid gush deep
within his bowels as some of his breast milk trickled out from his nipples
onto his chest whilst desperately trying to stifle his screams at the
intensity of his own orgasm.

They laid down on the cramped single bed together making small talk until
he got dressed and went to fetch a bowl of hot water for Dylan to wash
himself followed by another one for himself owing to the communal bathroom
in the building being shared by the occupants.

Dylan was only too aware of this situation with many older houses, some
which were built more than a century ago and lots of people were still
living in slums in the towns and cities. Many of these places only had a
toilet and if you needed a bath, you used the galvanized tin bath bought
from the local hardware shop which usually hung inside a shed from one of
its handles which requires heating water in a large pot or several
kettlefuls mixed with some cold water to fill the bath, draining it usually
required scooping the water out and pouring it down the sink until the bath
became light enough for two persons to carry. Summer weather had the
advantage of taking a bath in your back yard or garden and young kids loved
this activity which pre-dated paddling pools at a time when they wore their
first swimsuits.

This hookup with Dylan was truly amazing owing to his extra attributes on
his chest which gave forth a wonderful elixir and he wanted more of him but
it wasn't to be as he was about to be posted overseas. Finally they got in
his car and he drove Dylan back to the car park giving him a lengthy
kissing embrace before driving away leaving him to retrieve his bike from
the plant room.



The following day was spent working at the community centre pool; the
morning session consisting of lessons and courses was easy going without so
much as a hint what followed after lunch apart from the side doors being
opened and the fans running all the time as the heat of the day rose.

By afternoon the whole pool became packed out with queues leading up to the
door. Every lifeguard in there worked shortened spells on poolside,
conditions of which were nightmarish added to by the maelstrom of
children's voices in the pool hall; Joe became very unpopular that day when
he imposed sessions and put a sign outside the front door reading. `All
bathers are restricted to 30 minutes in the water' as each person bought a
ticket, he or she was handed a coloured rubber wrist band despite calling
in extra lifeguards to cover the pool.

The lifeguards blew their whistles every 10 minutes stopping every one in
the water checking wrist bands, those persons wearing a certain colour were
immediately ushered out of the water followed by another group entering for
their half hour's worth.

Understandably kids used to paying their sixpence admission which usually
got them all afternoon during the week and all day at the weekends
protested loudly to no avail whenever sessions were imposed, usually at the
lifeguards and sometimes parents would visit to make complaints whilst
others wrote letters to either the pool manager or the local council. This
was an ongoing issue every summer for the last 16 years since the pool
opened and poor Joe had a solution which could pacify most kids' parents
and even the local trade union body approved of the plan to charge two
pence admission for the kids and any adults accompanying them otherwise it
was three pence for lone adults and teenagers over 16, unfortunately he was
only a pawn on the chess board and he was highly relieved when the day
finished even though there would me more days like it throughout that
summer. Thankfully everyone had extra tea and smoke breaks and took
showers. He rode home in his lifeguard uniform without even changing into
his clothes which remained in his backpack with wet swimming trunks under
his shorts which soon dried which became another fetish of his.



On the way home he checked out the public toilets locking up his bike
outside and sat down in a cubicle, having had a shit back at the pool there
was none to dump down the pan, only a dribble of piss. He waited to see
whoever entered the next cubicle and wasn't long in waiting when a suited
and booted man in his forties sat down when I removed my tee shirt.

He watched him drop his trousers and underpants take off his jacket and
hang it onto the hook on the door followed by his tie before he sat on the
toilet, he unbuttoned his shirt exposing his vest tented out by large
nipples which he began massaging through the white cotton followed by
stroking the biggest cock he's seen in his entire life which must be at
least a foot long and as fat as his wrist leaking like a tap when Dylan put
his hand through the hole giving him the `Come here' sign when he got up,
wheeled around and stuck his huge cock through the hole.

He wanked it for a few strokes with both his hands encircling his cock
whilst sucking on its head which was about the size of a plum which he
struggled to get inside his mouth even though he was giving him a good
taste of his constantly leaking spunk until he felt it get even bigger and
start jerking like mad gagging him with a huge gushing squirt as he uttered
a loud sigh. He pulled away only to have it go all over his face and chest
covered in the biggest load of spunk ever to erupt from a man's cock which
kept gushing out like there's no tomorrow going all over him although it
probably took about a couple of minutes to empty his balls and as for
Dylan, his cock shot its load all by itself.

He passed him a card with his name and a poste restante address with a
phone number to be called only at a certain hour which he deduced to be a
phone box then he left asking him to remain seated for five minutes.

Dylan was truly thankful for having removed his tee shirt and now having to
wash the spunk off himself by wetting his swimming towel and using it as a
large flannel rinsing it out in the sink and finally wringing it out. He
had only just got his tee shirt back on in the nick of time when a
uniformed boy scout of about 14 entered the cubicle he had just occupied.

He must have smelled the aroma of spunk in there owing to the amount still
on the floor. Dylan left the toilets only to find his bike chained onto his
and thought.

`You cheeky bastard, you've certainly got my attention now,' He re-entered
the toilets and sat in the cubicle next to him, he was already sat down
with his khaki boy scout shorts and underpants down giving his cock which
he guessed to be about six inches a really good wank when Dylan stuck his
hand through giving him the `Come here' sign, he immediately obliged by
sticking his cock through the hole when he sucked on it like a lollipop to
be rewarded with several gushes of really delicious spunk in a matter of
seconds, he came so fast. He said.

"I'll see you outside next to the bikes."

When he came out, Dylan challenged him pointing to the chain saying.

"Look what you've gone and done, you've locked your bike onto mine."

"Sorry mate, it won't happen again."

"I must say it's one way to get yourself a captive partner."

"Yeah, between you and I, that gag sometimes works, I see you work at the
pool, I saw you earlier today and now I know how to contact you."

"OK, how about arranging an overnight sleepover in a tent by the river?"

"You're on, when are you free?"

"Wednesday's one of my days off, make it Tuesday night then, see me
tomorrow after work at six, I'll be sat on the bench outside the main
entrance so we can decide between ourselves who's packing what."



Before riding away, I entered the pool's plant room using my skeleton key
and took a towel, a pair of silk square cut boy's swimming trunks and an
old RAF WW2 haversack from the lost property basket and locked the door
after leaving. I rode away contemplating my thoughts at the amount of sex I
was having since boarding the aircraft at Singapore, given a huge bottle of
pills by a brothel keeper which brought on my milk and with the rest of the
evening free he rode through town onto the A412 to Black park having heard
from the grapevine about a swimming lake with woods which is also a popular
gay haunt which he wanted to visit and check the place out.

It was a fair ride as part of the route was uphill before the left turn
along a leafy country lane to the car park and when he finally arrived he
wasn't disappointed at the sight of the place or the size of the lake which
would certainly challenge even strong swimmers for distance and as for
youngsters who probably swim only a length or two at the pool, this place
is certainly not for them unless they stayed close to the bank.

I rode along the track which ran beside the lake to the other side which is
the swimming area. I changed into my black nylon swim briefs placing my
square cut silk swimming trunks I wore as underwear in my haversack with my
tee shirt, shorts and towel, as for my shoes, I stuffed my socks inside
them and tied the laces together onto the bike using a boy scout knot,
locked the bike and walked across the ground, entered the water and swam a
powerful front crawl stroke across to the other side and back and when I
clambered back out I noted all eyes were on me having watched my progress
across the water or was it my girly breasts or tiny swim briefs which
attracted everyones' gaze?.



There were a few teenage boys on the bank and one of them asked.

"Coo mate, you swim just like Tarzan in the movies, who taught you?"

"It was one of the RAF instructors who taught all the kids on the air base
and we had our own swimming team."

"I like your swimming trunks, they're so sexy, just like girl's knickers
but I can see they're not, where did you get them from?"

"They're the swim team trunks we wore at the air base pool at Singapore."

"Lucky you, I wish I could go abroad, so, what's brought you back here?"

"Dad sent me to stay with my grandmother for the summer holidays until I go
off to boarding school for my final year and take my exams."

"Boarding school eh, I've heard a lot about those places, they're a lot
stricter than a Borstal and you can bet your life you'll get your arse
fucked there."

"What makes you say that?"

"It's just common knowledge, everyone knows they're as hot as whorehouses
and judging what I see about you, they'll definitely be onto you, you can
count on it."

"That could be very interesting."

"I'll say, look at you, you come here wearing what looks like girly
knickers and what's inside isn't exactly small plus you've got a girl's
tits. That says look at me, I'm as hot as a red hot poker, mind you I
wouldn't mind a crack at you myself."

"Perhaps we could pal up somewhere, I'm Dylan."

"I'm Patrick, throw your togs on and follow me on your bike."



Dylan dried off changing his wet swim briefs for his silk square cut
swimsuit he wears as underwear whilst Patrick retrieved his bike. He was a
well built lad of the same age as Dylan with a typical short back and
side's brown haired schoolboy haircut wearing navy blue cotton school PE
tie cord shorts with a red V necked tee shirt riding an old Humber bicycle
equipped with Westwood rod operated brakes and a Sturmey Archer thumb lever
operated four speed geared rear hub, doubtless a family hand me down which
is a particularly heavy bicycle for a boy to ride.

They arrived at a private house in the Middle Green district situated in a
quiet leafy street, thankfully both his parents were out for the evening
and his elder brother was in the RAF doing his National service. He opened
the front door with his key beckoning both bikes to be parked in the
hallway knowing they'll be together for a few hours then led Dylan up to
his bedroom when both stripped naked revealing Patrick's hugely fat seven
inch cock with a round head split in two by its elongated piss slit which
paled into insignificance when compared with Dylan's leaking throbbing
monster and immediately fell into a lover's embrace sensually exploring
each others bodies.



Patrick certainly fired up Dylan's lust big time as he began experiencing
powerful anal contractions inside his leaking rear pussy hole which can
only be sated by having a large cock pounding hard inside him, he now
experiences these spontaneous sensations with their accompanying leakages
uncontrollably quite frequently the same as a hot blooded teenage boy at
the height of puberty as well as still experiencing spontaneous erections
and wet dreams.

Patrick didn't require any lube even though he had it ready thanks to
Dylan's clear arse juices leaking out like a female wet pussy and with
Dylan leant over the bed supporting himself with his arms thankful for the
relieving sensations of fullness as Patrick pushed his fat seven inch teen
boy fuck pole inside him right to his balls fully expecting Dylan to scream
in pain and to be experiencing a boy with such a well used hole to him was
a first.

It was Dylan's intense withdrawal symptoms inside his rear hole which had
him begging Patrick to give it to him hard which he did going hell for
leather, something he wasn't able to do with any of his boy partners. He
experienced those sensations inside his breasts heralding his imminent let
down knowing more breast milk was about to start leaking from his huge
nipples when Patrick's cock erupted into his bowels with a few squirts and
Dylan quickly disengaged with Patrick's cock dropping spunk onto the
carpet, turned him round and took hold of his head guiding it straight onto
a leaking nipple.

He needed no encouragement to start drinking his heavily hormone laced
elixir of love which had him mewling like a kitten in delight as the
deliciously Moorish sweet liquid flowed into his mouth and he certainly
drank his fill from both breasts.



It was Dylan's turn to plow Patrick's rear hole with his even larger cock,
only this time he had to take things gently at a slow pace despite the
boy's rear hole having been opened up by regular sex with men. Perhaps it
was the luck of the draw or just fate than none of the men he encountered
came anywhere near to having a cock the size of Dylan's eight plus inch
hugely fat schoolboy monster and he wasn't relishing the task of breaking
him in either added to by the poor lad screaming in pain, this was
something which he hadn't experienced before and didn't want to hurt the
lad any more so he pulled out and held the crying lad in a passionate
embrace whilst lying on the bed and directing him to draw on any remaining
milk contained within his breasts which fortunately for him had partially
recharged enough to give him a decent mouthful.

With Patrick calmed down and Dylan explaining that it wasn't his fault, he
soon dressed and left, but not before promising to arrange a sleepover with
him plus he wanted to be the one to break him in to better prepare him for
his future encounters with older men and finally leaving the house with
blue balls.



Dylan looked at his watch and thought. `If I'm quick, I might just catch
Steve from the swimming club knowing that it was their training night and
his session ends at 9 pm for he knew that he was also one of Joe's boys.

He arrived at the pool seeing the last few of the squad taking their
showers when their coach came up to him asking.

"Hi Dylan, would you be so kind as to lock up after yourself as something's
come up at home, here's the keys."

"Sure thing coach."  .  .  .  "Thanks, you're truly an angel in disguise."

Dylan walked round the pool picking up any left over equipment and stowing
it away then set up the pool for the morning, by this time everyone had
left except for Steve who was still in the shower so Dylan went outside and
wheeled his bike into the foyer then locked the door.



He knew from past experience that he always left the showers last and
knowing he had plenty of time, he stripped naked and dived into the pool
swimming lengths of the 100 foot by 30 foot pool knowing the splash he made
would soon attract Steve to enter the pool hall and look. He wasn't
surprised to see Dylan skinnydipping, something he always wanted to do
himself and jumped in.

They frolicked around in the pool like young boys and Steve seemed to have
a perpetual rock hard cock, the sight of which pleased Dylan firing up his
lust for him and knowing he's one of Joe's boys he would certainly be
playing.

Their frolicking soon turned to kissing, embracing and caressing each other
whilst humping their groins into each other and it was only a matter of
time before they got out of the water and went into the changing room.

Steve really was hot blooded for a 15 year old with a muscular build having
been with the club for five years and was their top 15 year old swimmer
with dark blond curly hair now coloured brown owing to it being wet with
brown eyes sporting a large wet brown pubic bush surrounding his seven inch
rock hard cock thinner than Dylan's monster and large puffy nipples topping
his breast buds on well developed pectorals which are the norm on
competition swimmers.



Steve looked on Dylan as his favourite lifeguard having previously seen him
several times whilst swimming and secretly had the hots for him, there was
something about his breasts which fuelled his lust, especially topped by
his huge nipple pokies and he was the cause of popping frequent spontaneous
boners in the pool, most of which occurred underwater. Whenever he popped a
really hard boner, his foreskin pulled back by itself and with the head of
his cock now excited by the material of his silk swimming trunks whilst
swimming, it wasn't long before he shot his load into his trunks which
leaked through the material into the water leaving small white tell tale
clouds in the water behind him to be churned up by the swimmers following
him.



With both in the changing room and Steve's rear hole experiencing those
lovely sensations fuelling his insatiable demand for cock and with the
sight of Dylan's monster right in front of him, he wanted it in there like
there's no tomorrow and Dylan wasted no time in lubing him up as his
pre-cum love juices leaked copiously all over the head of his cock and
dripping onto the tiled floor.

Steve supported himself on a wooden bench presenting his rear pussy hole to
Dylan which sprouted a few hairs around the entrance, he pushed his cock
right in to his balls knowing immediately his rear hole is already well
broken in by older men, many of which are Joe's paying clients having spent
many evenings in London's private clubs sharing beds with them.

He plowed into him at a nice leisurely unhurried pace wishing these moments
would last all night but it was Dylan's huge bulbous head constantly
exciting Steve's love button which had him shooting off a huge load of
spunk all by itself against the wall within a minute and he didn't last
much longer either as he bred him with a huge mother load of spunk deep
within his bowels and with his cock remaining hard throughout, he rested
for a few moments before continuing plowing into his hole, now well
lubricated by his own spunk. This time he lasted several minutes during
which Steve shot another smaller load before Dylan filled him right up with
a huge second load then waited for his cock to deflate before pulling out
of him.

He sat on the bench and positioned Steve across his lap guiding his mouth
onto a leaking nipple coaxing him to drink his heavily hormone laced elixir
of love contained within his recharged breasts. After having his first
taste of a heavenly liquid which he hadn't drank for 14 years he was
humming and mewling like a cat with Dylan having to ask him not to suck so
hard having winced in pain and eliciting an apology out of him realizing
that he was totally inexperienced when it came to nursing which was
followed by showering together then finally quickly tidying up the changing
room together before finally leaving the building locked up for the night.



He entered his grandmother's prefabricated house finding her retired for
the night, made himself a hot Horlicks drink with a slice of toast, hung
his towel and swim briefs out to dry and slipped into bed naked only to
wake up around five am as his orgasm racked through him spurting both his
spunk and breast milk onto the sheets in a highly intense wet dream, all he
could do was clear up some of the mess with his cum rag and go back to
sleep.

After breakfast the following morning a large letter arrived for him from
his father in Singapore, he opened it firstly reading the letter from his
father which read.



`Dearest Dylan, enclosed is the brochure from Ivy towers boarding school, I
am pleased to say they have accepted you and I want you to work hard this
coming year and do your best in your GCE `O' level exams. I wish to point
out to you that whatever happens in the exam hall, this is where your
career will either start or fail.

It is a boarding school and thankfully you have been awarded a bursary from
the RAF, I will of course be sending you your allowance each month which is
capped at £5 per month which must be placed into your personal pass book
account held by the school, I am permitted to send you more but they will
only allow you to draw £5 per month, you will receive the remainder on
your last day when the account is finally closed, this will provide you
with money for train and taxi fares &c when you finally return home. The
school will issue travel passes to use during term breaks.

I have to impress on you that discipline and turnout at this school is very
strict, their uniform and dress code standards are very high indeed as is
your personal hygiene.

Enclosed is the uniform and kit list which you must read, every item on
this list will be issued to you, therefore please take your time to measure
yourself and fill out your size chart correctly so as to avoid any mistakes
in receiving an item of the incorrect size for which you will incur a
penalty as the school orders everyones' kit in a single order and they take
a dim view of having to specially order another item of clothing just to
correct your mistake.

Please read the attached booklet on the school rules which I have already
read and I have noted that violations are severely dealt with, therefore go
there with confidence, keep your nose clean, do well and you'll come out of
this ready to take your place in this world.

Love from your father.'



Dylan re-read the letter thinking. `Oh shit, this place is as strict as
hell, I can't see me enjoying this, still, you know what they say- one door
closes and another one opens.'



He studied the kit list which read.



2 x School blazers with Ivy towers badge,

2 x pairs of regulation black short trousers,

1 x regulation elasticated belt with plated steel S hook and adjusting
buckle.

3 x pairs of regulation white school long sleeve shirts,

3 x pairs of regulation white school short sleeve shirts, summer only,

3 x pairs of grey regulation school socks,

3 x pairs of elasticated sock garters with green tabs,

3 x pairs of regulation white cotton underpants,

3 x regulation white cotton vests,

2 x Ivy towers school ties,

2 x pairs black stout lace up leather shoes,

1 x Ivy towers school cap,

2 x Ivy towers school jerseys,

2 x regulation navy blue cotton PE drawstring shorts,

2 x regulation white PE V necked tee shirts,

3 x pairs' regulation white sports socks,

2 x regulation navy blue athletic vests,

2 x pairs Ivy towers school football socks,

1 x pair running spiked shoes,

1 x Ivy towers school track suit,

1 x pair navy blue regulation swimming trunks,

1 x White kitbag (British forces Royal Navy type) for school trips.

1 x leather satchel, to be embossed with the boy's initials,

1 x Ivy towers school sports duffle bag,

2 x pairs' pyjamas,

2 x bath towels,

2x hand towels,

2 x flannels, these are also stocked at the school's shop,

1 x soap container, carbolic soap is stocked at the school's shop,

1 x toothbrush, toothpaste is stocked at the school's shop,

1 x cased Gillette safety razor, razor blades is stocked at the school's
shop,

1 x metal shaving/signalling mirror, (British forces type)

1 x Ivy towers wash kit bag,

1 x shoe/boot cleaning and shining kit,

1 x carton starch, this is stocked at the school's shop



Cadet forces' uniform and equipment.



1 x battledress trousers and blouse,

1 x Beret and cap badge'

1 x pair boots,

2 x pair's wool socks,

1 x pair puttees,

2 x PT vests,

2 x PT shorts,

1 x forage cap,

1 x cap comforter,

1x pair wool gloves,

1 x 1937 pattern webbing set,

1 x 1937 pattern water bottle,

1 x 1917 pattern MK VII groundsheet cape,

1 x pair 1939 pattern 2 piece mess tins,

1 x knife, fork, spoon set, clip together,

1 x enamel mug,



Enclosed is a clothing and footwear sizing chart which you are required to
fill in and send to the school by recorded delivery mail.

The school's travel and joining instructions specify that all boys are to
arrive wearing a suit.



Dylan looked through all the paperwork drawing in a breath and muttering.

"This really is serious shit and it's now three weeks away, I really should
stop taking those damn pills now,"

He entered the back garden and lit up a Capstan full strength navy cut
cigarette taking a huge drag with the head rush hitting him immediately
then thought.

`I'm going to have to kiss these things goodbye when I arrive; it's good
while it lasted.'



He mounted his bike and rode to the pool for another day thanking Joe for
the short shift and weighing heavily on his mind throughout the day was his
meeting in the car park with the boy scout at six pm to discuss between
themselves the kit each boy will be bringing for the following night's
sleepover under canvas and to give his rear hole the pounding and filling
his bowels with spunk he so richly deserves.

He spent every one of his life guarding slots sat in the high chair with
his huge rock hard cock tenting out his shorts and leaking his pre-cum love
juices into his nylon swim briefs, no sooner had he left the pool he went
to the toilets to change the plasters covering his leaking nipples and
hopefully preventing his breast milk from wetting his tee shirt but towards
the end of his shift he realized he was fighting a losing battle and
sneaked into the plant room to grab a uniform tee shirt from the lost
property basket and change his plasters.

No sooner was he back out on poolside is when he realized the tee shirt
smelled, washing it would remedy the situation and he sensed that whenever
a swimmer walked past him, he noticed their expressions on their faces as
they caught a whiff of his offending tee shirt. With his cock having
reached its full hardness and the foreskin retracting, the silky nylon was
now teasing the head of his cock and his milk laden breasts were about to
let down when suddenly he saw a boy in the deep end struggling to swim the
remaining few yards to the end of the pool just as his breasts were about
to squirt their contents into his tee shirt and like a streak of lightning,
he blew his whistle, dived in and swam breast stroke underwater to the boy
with highly intense sensations of breast milk gushing out of his nipples
through his tee shirt trailing cloudy white trails underwater with the
nylon also rubbing the head of his cock taking him over the edge with his
first ever underwater orgasm with spunk also gushing out of his cock as he
surfaced, grabbed the boy in a cross chest tow and towed him part way
towards the shallow end leaving a faint white cloudy trail in the water
when he stood up and held the boy steady whilst he caught his breath
thinking.

`That's a close call, has he felt my warm milk squirting on his back?'



He stood with him for a few moments and Joe was already out on poolside
saying.

"Dylan, thanks and well done, nice effort, I'll take it from here," leaving
him to return soaking wet to his seat and with the heated pool water
feeling luxurious on his skin, he had discovered a fetish he never knew he
had, that of wearing warm water soaked clothes.

He already enjoyed wearing wet swimming trunks under his trousers to his
next period at his Singapore school which always gave him a rock hard cock
despite soaking through his trousers and wetting the chair, other boys have
noticed this and yet they said nothing except wondering why Dylan always
had a smile on his face, what they didn't know was that his cock became so
hard its foreskin was retracting by itself and with the warm wet silk
material exciting the head of his cock which shot ropes of spunk by itself
into his wet swimming trunks whilst in the classroom.

He had performed his first water rescue and proudly felt on top of the
world knowing that those times he spent training for his Bronze medallion
had kicked in automatically. This event certainly sorted out the issue of
the smelly tee shirt which now smelled of pool water and became his spare
tee shirt.

Dylan certainly savoured his last poolside stint of his shift as his after
leakage of spunk leaked into his swim briefs whilst his tee shirt and
shorts dried on him to finally leave the pool hall, clock out and have a
cup of tea and a cigarette with Joe before returning home contemplating his
meeting with the Boy Scout later that evening.



The adventures continue.