Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2019 15:10:07 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Blitz Boy 2

This story is based around the British comic series Blitz boy which tells
the exploits of Quick Mick; the son of a wealthy London department store
owner who was found buried in rubble after a bombing and lost his memory.

When the bomb fell, he was shielded from the might of the blast despite
being blown against another boy carrying his football.

Old Mick is now aged 92 and lives at Walkabout Creek in the Northern
Territory of Australia since being evacuated during the war and never went
back to the `Old Country'. Tom Fullbrick, a retired mechanical engineer of
dual nationality met up with Old Mick in the bar of The Walkabout Creek
hotel and is now charged with publishing his journal which he wrote as a
boy during the dark days of the London Blitz and has also agreed in
assisting in repairing his WW2 vintage Indian 741B motorcycle as well as
enjoying his erotic adventures.

This story is entirely a work of fiction and any named characters bearing
any relation to actual persons living or dead is purely unintentional.


Nifty is a wonderful resource of stories for the LGBT community, however,
unlike an old book gathering dust on a shelf and not costing anything to be
there as well as being unread. It is a website which relies on public
donations to keep operating which thankfully has stood the test of time so
please find it in your heart to send them a few greenbacks or whatever
currency your country has and please have a look in their shop window for
their lovely shoulder bag to contain your erotic books or electronic
devices to read on aeroplanes.

Signed Vintagespeedoboy.

Blitz boy 2.

Kyneton, Victoria.

I had just bedded down with Melvin in a double bed, the 15 year old son of
a female senior constable who's dumped him into my care for an entire
weekend at my old mucker John's off the grid weatherboard property out in
the bush near Kyneton, Victoria.  This teenager has to be the hottest satyr
maniac with the most voraciously insatiable appetite for cock of school age
I have ever encountered making Dylan Masters, a male hermaphrodite of the
same age in the UK a very close second even though it's a hard choice
between them and I was surprised to see his namesake mentioned in Old
Mick's journal who was doubtless his fuck buddy partner in 1940, I must put
it on my to do list to see if Old Mick has any photographs taken of those
times, perhaps Dylan's namesake may be in one of the photos and it would be
interesting to see if there's any resemblance or family connection between
them?.  Even though Melvin has a bed allocated to him in the spare room, he
refused to sleep in it and was pleading to sleep with me when I finally
relented otherwise I would have never been able to silence him and I'm
seriously wondering what his mum's put him on to have a growth spurt like
that with a big cock shooting loads of spunk and the first stages of milky
breasts.

I began by sucking on his tits which had him moaning with pleasure as
they're definitely hard wired to his balls and he must certainly be
experiencing let down sensations to have fed me a spoonful from each breast
and moaning in pleasure so I plan to start him on ultra thick chocolate
malt milk shakes with double servings of chocolate ice cream, malt extract
and honey to see if I can prime his breasts plus make sure he takes
whatever medication his mum's put him on.  I lubed up my rock hard
throbbing leaking nine inch pole and his boy pussy hole, he was certainly
very quick to straddle me cowgirl fashion and impale himself on my cock and
began riding it hell for leather. It really is a joy to see his breasts
bouncing with the motions whilst he rode my cock and his seven inches of
rock hard teen boy meat was leaking gobs of his love juices all over my
chest which beggars belief how a boy of his age could produce so much
pre-cum.  It didn't take me long to flood his bowels with a huge load of
spunk and pop the butt plug back up his arse. I positioned myself to suck
his cock whilst alternating between sucking, massaging and pinching his
nipples which had become hard and enlarged to the size of thimbles whilst
also giving him a prostate massage after removing the butt plug and when he
came, he certainly gagged me with his load whilst his arse kept clenching
powerfully on my finger having removed the butt plug knowing there's loads
of spunk inside to act as lube before finally popping it back in.

He did manage to leak beads of breast milk out of his nipples onto my
fingers so I knew there's hope there and went on to give him a decent spunk
laden tongue kiss before we sucked out the after leakages from each others
cocks and I decided to make him his milk shake for which his mum left a
large container of her breast milk which is kept in the fridge I went into
the kitchen and laboriously mixed up Mel's milk shake which was easy apart
from the time it took to dissolve the malt extract, yes John has a
generator to supply power when needed to power his blender but I used his
egg whisk instead which took longer.  I re-entered the bedroom with his mug
of the thickest chocolate malt he's ever likely to encounter asking.  "I've
got a lovely treat for you but can you please take your medication and wash
it down with this?"  He took the mug and took his first gulp when the
Moorish liquid assaulted his taste buds and he drank the rest saying.
"That's the best chocolate malt I've had in my entire life, you must tell
me your secret."  "All you do is double up on the quantities which go with
the milk to make it extra thick and sweet," I haven't told him yet that
Dylan drinks this back home which is also made with his mum's breast milk
after Dylanne gave his mum the recipe.  I sensed Mel getting up during the
night to go for a piss carrying my Uco nine hour candle lantern which I
bought from the local camping shop with four packs of citronella candles to
use as a bedroom night light and discourage any bugs or mosquitoes which
found their way into the house as just the sound of one mossie buzzing in
the room is enough to have us both instinctively diving under the covers
taking shelter from that damn pest.

The following morning dawned a Saturday and we both woke up with rock hard
morning woods and began stroking each others cocks with the bed covers
pulled right back. Mel's red nylon swim briefs exhibited large wet spots
owing to heavy pre-cum leakage during the night mixed with piss stains when
I sucked off his cock savouring the taste of his teen boy spunk which
definitely was sweeter owing to the large chocolate malt he drank but this
time I noticed his breasts had swelled by a small amount which could only
mean that his medication and the drink had the desired effect when he said.
"Tommo, my breasts feel strange this morning, as though they're full, I
also dreamt that they were full of milk, what's happening to me?"  "Last
night you produced some small drops which I think is a miracle in itself,
at your age your hormones are going bonkers as you go through puberty, let
me give your breast a squeeze."  I gave his breast a squeeze and sure
enough some breast milk came out, I scooped it on my finger and gave him a
taste followed by another finger full, his eyes lit up in astonishment
saying.  "Tommo, this is really delicious, you should try some."  I nursed
off the same breast drawing out what I estimated to be an egg cup full
which certainly was delicious and creamy followed by going to the kitchen,
returning with a mug and hand expressing his other breast into the mug
which he drank when I cracked a joke saying.  "Perhaps you should make your
chocolate malts with this stuff."  He chuckled and burst out laughing
saying.  "I don't know what mum would think, she may even find it gross."
"That's something you'll have to ask her, but please remember she fed you
from her breasts when you were a baby, would you like to have milky
breasts?"  "I don't know, the idea's really kinky even though mum's breast
fed me since I was born and she makes tea with her milk. I think it would
definitely spice up my sex life but maybe there are others out there who
would call me a freak."  "Maybe your mum does want you to have milky
breasts, you're not the only one whose mum's breast fed into their teens,"
I booted up the laptop and started reading my emails when Ellen came
through with Dylan on Skype on board Rick's vessel. A look at my watch told
me it's just after 10 pm in the UK and they were sat next to each other so
I beckoned Melvin to sit next to me and introduced him saying.

"Hi you right pair of sexy beasts, I would like to introduce you to Melvin,
Dylan, he's the same age as you and equally as hot, how's things at your
end?"  Dylan replied. "Nice to meet you over the airwaves, shame we're so
far apart otherwise I'll definitely be looking to hook up with you. We've
just arrived and Rick's made us some soup before we bed down together."
Ellen popped a breast out from her dress saying.  "My Dylan wants his
feed," .  .  .  "Oh yes please mum."  "And I'm just about to take his cock
followed by eating each other out."  Melvin said. "You're just like my mum;
I'm really looking forward to coming over there."  "Ellen replied. " We'll
be glad to have you," We carried on with more small talk until the call
ended leaving Mel in a highly euphoric mood for the rest of the day.

Mel's boy pussy hole was giving him very strong cravings for cock so this
time I led him back to the bedroom and positioned him across the bed,
removed the butt plug, lubed us both up and with his ankles on my shoulders
I pushed my rock hard throbbing leaking cock right home to my balls and
began thrusting into him only this time he begged me to give it to him hard
which I did, I went hell for leather giving his arse a good pounding which
was also clenching onto my cock every time his cock twitched when he shot
out another load like a fire hose which took me over the edge filling up
his bowels with fine vintage cum as he moaned loudly like a bitch whilst I
was sweating from the exertions.  Thankfully the wood chip fuelled bath
heater was refilled with fuel so I swung the fuel tray out, squirted some
meths onto it and lit it in order to speed up the fire and take less time
heating the water for us to shower together which is a good thing as we
could wash each others backs properly.  After we dried off, I prepared and
cooked a full English breakfast on John's large wood gas stove outside on
the table whilst Mel was sat at the table combing out his long flowing
blond mane wearing only his black pair of Eyeline nylon swim briefs whilst
his red pair was left to dry on the washing line frame after he hand washed
them when a thought occurred to me that he would look nice, almost like a
girl if he wore a bra.  I began to visualize him as an ideal candidate for
joining our group on the island which perhaps the ideal time for him would
be during his gap year as I definitely feel the others would take to him
like a duck to water.  After breakfast I took a series of photos of Mel in
just his swim briefs with my Iphone and emailed them to the rest of the
group, then decided to go into town to the local computer shop for a solid
state hard drive to boost the operation of Dorian's old laptop.

After changing into tee shirts and shorts, I drove him into town to the
computer shop glad of his local knowledge and thankfully the shop's
proprietor selected a suitable SSHD with a few accessories and car charger
leads followed by visiting an electrical shop for some wire and male and
female car cigarette lighter sockets then finally visiting a wreckers yard
for a decent car battery and having returned to the house Mel stripped off
down to his black swim briefs and threw on a black nylon see through vest
making him look drop dead sexy.  After making up the wiring cables, I
started up John's generator to charge up the battery which also supplied
electricity to the house.  Mel connected up the SSHD to the USB port on the
laptop and worked his magic setting it up and now we had a much faster
computer with an up to date operating system so the first thing we done was
check our emails and there were a lot of them to reply to which kept us
busy.  Mel then looked through the timeline for September 1940 onwards,
took down loads of notes and bookmarked the pages. And come lunchtime I
cooked us both a chicken curry with small bowls of fruit cocktail then I
sat down and wrote the next part of Quick Mick's journal into the laptop.

Mick's journal, Monday 9th September 1940.

The heavy bombing on Saturday 7th September saw many people killed,
buildings destroyed, fires everywhere and the newspapers are calling it
Black Saturday. Father's already had a long talk with me about having me
evacuated but the recent sinking of `The City of Benares' by a German U
boat has put a stop to children being sent overseas by ships.  He's already
told me he's going to try and send me out on the Empire flying boat to
Australia and to keep it a secret.  This ship was a passenger liner
carrying children and every newspaper is calling it a cowardly act, like
they did with the Lusitania in the last war. This only goes to show the
enemy's true colours.  Everyone's carrying gas masks now and the school
held a drill during morning assembly in the playground when suddenly the
headmaster pulled out a football rattle and held it above his head sounding
it. A lot of boys just weren't quick enough to don their gas masks and
every one of them was put on detention.

Dylan and I trained yesterday morning at `The Bath Club' as we have done
every Sunday morning; the other sessions are Tuesday's and Thursdays in the
evening. They're used to youngsters sharing cubicles just like we do at
school and we gave each other a good wank after swimming. Dylan made sure
to clean up our spunk from the floor with a rag after he nearly got caught
with another boy who wanked him off in the cubicle when his spunk hit the
door and landed on the footboard. A boy from the next school after his
stepped on it and told his teacher resulting in his school copping the
blame.  We went swimming in the nude in one of the lakes at Hampstead that
evening after dark which was really thrilling as you wouldn't know if there
was someone watching us? We knew loads of older boys also swam there during
the summer naked, some of them with their girlfriends (or boyfriends) and
there was always sex going on. It was on this night after we swam in the
lake and dried off that I took Dylan's cock up my arse, boy did that feel
good, like he really filled me up and I must have shot a tremendous load
without even touching my cock.  It seemed as though there was some magic
part inside me which he was exciting when he started uttering moans as I
felt his warmth flowing inside me.  I knew then that he shot his spunk
inside me and from that moment onwards I was hooked. I still had my
swimming trunks on from the morning which is made from fine silk and
wearing those feels a whole lot better than underpants.  When I got home
that evening I found my arse was all wet as were my swimming trunks both
front and back where my cock also leaked and there was also a wet patch on
the seat of my shorts, not only that, some of Dylan's spunk had also ran
down the back of my legs. I managed to sneak into the bathroom and hand
wash my swimming trunks with carbolic soap, wring them out and put them out
to dry in the airing cupboard, washed my arse and the back of my legs with
a flannel, dried off then sat on the toilet and shat out the remainder of
Dylan's spunk.  I woke up the following morning to find I wet both my
underpants and pyjama bottoms with spunk thinking `Oh my god, mum's going
to tell me off'. This wasn't the first time this has happened either
leaving me to hand wash and wring out my underpants and wear my swimming
trunks to school instead which plagued me with getting several boners in
classes that day,

Kyneton, Victoria.

Having wrote the second installment of Quick Mick's journal I had to keep
stopping to fondle my huge cock which was hard throughout, I passed Mel the
journal for him to read as I wanted his input into this as much as
anything.  He settled down to read it and I saw he was definitely getting
worked up at its content when he said.  "Ripper, this is heaps better than
a lot of those stories on Nifty, to think that 80 years has passed by and
I'm looking into Mick's mind, it's as though his thoughts have traveled
through time itself. I wish there was such a thing as a time machine so I
could go back and hook up with him and especially his mate."  Mick's
journal certainly contains a lot of erotic content and up to now I had only
just touched the surface. I knew straight away that I would have to be
looking for a publisher specializing in erotic works which wouldn't be hard
to find and I knew that Nifty would definitely publish the story on their
website which for Old Mick is like a double whammy.

I looked up `Gold' a London based radio station (Formerly Capital Gold) on
1548 KHZ am, my radio back home in the UK is tuned into this station after
`Classic Gold' which became `Smooth Radio' on 1431 KHZ went off the air.
The record which came on next was `The Bangles, an eternal flame, I
beckoned Mel up saying.  "Come on mate, this one's a nice one to dance to."
We danced a slow dance on the living room floor especially as the leading
lyrics of this song was so right for the occasion, rather like acting out
the scene in the movie `Ghost' I could tell that Mel was indeed a
passionate dancer as his moves were so fluid despite only wearing his black
swim briefs and see through nylon vest, a sign of things to come in his
life during which it felt so right to be planting kisses on each other only
to have these special moments disturbed by my Iphone ringing with Mel's mum
on the other end who opened the conversation with.  "How's my boy
behaving?"  .  .  .  "He's as good as gold, he certainly hasn't been a
handful as you suggested."  "That's a real beauty; I just had to get him
out of my hair for a while."  "It's nice to have a break once in a while,
anything I should be aware of?"  "He's on medication because he hadn't
started growing when he should and now he's shot up by at least a foot and
he can't control his cock. I try to keep him satisfied but his sex drive's
off the scale and there's no way I can keep him satisfied. The doctor's
prescribed something to curb his desires which has worked somewhat, it's
began to feminize him and his breasts have started to grow and produce
milk."  "Is this something he really wants?"  "I would really love him to
produce milk although he still has to attend another year at school to gain
his HSC's, if he does well, I would like him to have his gap year."
"Perhaps he could take this in the UK; it'll be an experience for him which
will broaden his horizons."

I sensed that Julie would be up for sending Mel to the UK for his gap year
and said.  "I'll email you some footage taken last summer of our group on
the island which I think you'll find very interesting," I put my flash
drive into the laptop, pulled up the video and sent it off when she
replied.  "Thanks, I should tell you that I already know about you lot,
Mel's grandfather was over there with Johnno about 10 years ago and I
already have that footage stored on a disc."  "I take it you want him to go
then."  "As soon as possible."  "What about his school, is there a
possibility that he could be expelled?"  "I'll cross that bridge if and
when it happens, if so, then he's going right away, he'll just have to do
his exams when he comes back."  "If he is expelled, we've had three lads
from Oz placed into the local secondary school about 10 years ago; I know
the principal very well who owes me a few favours which will see him taking
his GCSE exams in the UK."  "I'll let you know."  "Does he have his
passport?"  "He soon will have and I'll see to it he does, seeing as I'm
English and I have registered his birth with the British Consulate, he will
have both."  We just carried on with more small talk before the call
ended."

I called Mel who came out of his room although he hasn't slept in that bed
since arriving and I was pleasantly surprised to see him come out wearing a
black see through underwired uplift bra with a six strap suspender belt
holding up a pair of sheer black stockings still wearing his black nylon
swim briefs with his regulation black school training shoes having spent
more time combing out his long blond flowing mane and applied make up to
his face with lipstick carrying a small handbag. Looking at him I saw that
he really did look like a teenage girl and my cock immediately got rock
hard.  I bade him to sit next to me when he rolled up a joint, put it into
a long cigarette holder, lit it and took a huge toke, seeing him smoke with
that cigarette holder really was sexy which brought back my memories from
10 years ago when I began to explain to him the content of our conversation
with his mum, after which he was begging to go, that was the point I texted
Dylan to look up Lotto Cracker on his Tokyo Spider for tonight's Auslotto
and text me the numbers back having left mine back home securely in the
safe owing to its value.

Luckily he heard the text message alert on his Iphone, got up and read it
and immediately booted up his Tokyo Spider laptop, a few moments later I
received his reply with the numbers. I sent off this text to Julie.
`Julie, make sure you buy a ticket for tonight's Auslotto with these
numbers, *11-23-25-31-33-38*. Very important, love=Tommo with a smiley
icon.'  She texted back asking, `What's this all about?  I replied. `Just
do it and don't ask questions.'  Then I said to Mel, "Where were we?" and
began fondling, caressing and kissing him knowing he's gagging for more sex
when moments later both his swim briefs and bra became wet with his leaking
fluids when he got up, unclipped his suspender belt, removed his swim
briefs, pulled out the butt plug and led me to my bedroom where he
straddled me cowgirl fashion, lowered himself onto my nine inch pole and
began riding me hell for leather.  Mel was really going at it like a bull
at a gate and being dressed like a teenage slut fired up my lust to new
heights especially seeing his breasts lifted up obscenely and making their
best efforts to bounce within the confines of his bra which showed off his
large nipples and areolas to good effect with the most amazing nipple
pokies and having his long hair caress my chest and face truly was a
priceless experience.  It was obvious to me that having his breasts bounce
was definitely exciting his nipples which were rubbing on the sheer nylon
with his motions and knowing they're hard wired to his balls; it took only
moments for Mel to have a spectacularly shattering orgasm.  OMG, his cock
began squirting out spunk like a fire hose across the room whilst screaming
in ecstacy as his wildly clenching rear pussy hole triggered my cock to
fill his bowels with more spunk and breast milk leaked through his bra and
trickled down his chest, this one really was the best fuck I had with him
so far begging the question of what he's capable of in about a year's
time?.  I lovingly licked his milk off his chest then nursed his breasts
through the nylon pleased that he's producing sweet creamy breast milk
although still only enough to fill a large egg cup then sucked out his
remaining after leakage from his cock and gave him a spunk and breast milk
tongue kiss making his eyes light up in wonder and saying. "Thank you
daddy," before re-inserting the butt plug, pulling up his swim briefs,
fastening his suspender belt clips, rolling joints for both of us and
smoking them.

After another shower together and changing back into tee shirts and
shorts. I removed the cover from the Honda XL250 Motosport, checked the
tyres, oil level, checked for fuel in the tank and drained the
carburettur. I wheeled the motorcycle outside and started it. I rode it
around the front garden area out to the dam and back to warm the engine up
which ran sweetly then started teaching Mel to ride it.  It took him a
while to learn how to operate the controls and change gear which was
gaining his confidence the more he rode it and by lunchtime he was riding
the bike properly giving me a buzz of satisfaction at having taught another
teen to ride a motorcycle so I sent him off trail riding along the bush
tracks hearing the exhaust note diminish as he rode into the
distance. Knowing he'll be gone for a while I took out the chain saw and
began cutting up logs for firewood.  Mel had gone for over an hour when I
began wondering if anything's happened to him when I saw him pushing the
bike in a perspiring heap asking.  "What's happened to you?"  "Damn
Jigger's ran out of petrol about a mile back, other than that, she's a
lovely bike, I got to get me one."  "Listen to me, you have to be 18 in
Victoria before you can take out a learner's permit for a motorcycle, 17
for a car, did you enjoy the ride."  "Ripper, can we go and get some more
petrol as I really love this bike."  "We'll go after lunch, after I've
taken you swimming."

After lunch I loaded John's jerrycan into the car with our swim bags then
drove to the Kyneton Toyota Sports & Aquatic centre on Victoria Street
thankful for Mel's directions. We entered the complex which is like any
modern facility in the world, paid at the reception desk, got changed and I
was pleasantly surprised to see the pool with its nice clean surroundings
brightly lit with the daylight through its windows and professional looking
young lifeguards on duty. I left Mel to his own devices looking drop dead
sexy wearing his red nylon Eyeline swim briefs who swam leisurely until he
was joined by a friend wearing black speedos.  I briefly spoke to a male
teenage lifeguard to compare notes with the UK then had a very interesting
chat with their duty manager who after learning about my UK
trainer/assessor qualifications certainly wanted to know how long I planned
to stay and being a blue and red I was invited to sit in on their next
staff training session the following evening. We shook hands followed by
entering the water and cracking out 40 lengths in the swimming lane.  There
are obviously strict rules here like most pools for people's safety and in
this regard I respected them. Like anyone who swims lengths you always meet
someone to talk to.  I was pleased with our visit here and when we finally
left the water, showered and changed, I took Mel and his mate to the
cafeteria ordering a coffee with Arnotts Tim tams for myself and thick
chocolate malt milk shakes for both lads knowing Mel's breasts were about
to be primed and when it was time to leave, Mel asked. "Tommo, can you
please collect me at six thirty so I can go with my mate?"  "OK, have you
got your phone with you and who's your mate?"  "Yes I have my phone and
this is Brandon who's my classmate and lives two doors from mum's house."
We left the complex where I watched Mel standing on the stunt pegs fitted
to Brandon's mountain bike as he pedaled away leaving me a lonely heart for
the rest of the afternoon.

I drove to the nearest petrol station, filled up the car and jerrycan then
returned to John's off the grid house, booted up the laptop to find another
load of emails, I read John's one first containing his first update on the
Indian which read.  `G'day Tommo, so far all the engine castings, cylinders
and heads have been cleaned and vapour blasted, Matt's made all the bronze
bushes and fitted them, the cylinders have been repainted, re-machined with
new old stock pistons, valve seats refaced with new valves and the
crankshaft split ready for replacing the big ends, I am waiting for the
rest of the parts to arrive from overseas.=Johnno'. I emailed this off to
Old Mick.  This was followed by loads of junk emails which I deleted as
they're just simply a waste of time. I returned to Old Mick's journal and
began typing.

Mick's journal September 15th 1940.

Two days ago Buckingham palace was bombed but fortunately wasn't badly
damaged or any of the Royal family injured. Jerry's been coming over for a
week now and there's been more anti aircraft batteries placed around the
city with loads more barrage balloons.  I learned today that the bombing
was the worst so far which kept our spitfires and hurricanes busy knocking
them down like flies.  Mum keeps on at me to get into a shelter right away
as it's not just bombs which fall from the sky but bullets, bits of
aeroplanes, bodies and crashing aeroplanes. I watched one crash and it's
not a pretty sight seeing and hearing the explosion, fireball and huge
cloud of black smoke, to think there may have been persons still on board
that aeroplane unless they managed to parachute out.  The store was hit and
destroyed yesterday and there's nothing left now only the basement. I was
down there helping dad when the bomb blew up the store. Dad says the
basement was reinforced with blast proof doors after the last lot when
Zeppelin airships bombed the city and he had a secret passage dug which
leads out into a tube station through a door at the end of the platform for
which there are two keys, one of which is kept in the safe and the other
one's in his desk down in the basement so now I come and go through the
tube station.

The electric lighting still works in the basement but the switches are by
those heavy steel doors which I switch off then make my way by torchlight
to the tunnel's door which I lock after me then I follow the tunnel to the
exit door at the tube station. Dad's made sure I have my season ticket with
me at all times in case I'm challenged which I have to wait and see as I
start using this entry and exit.  The basement is like an Aladdin's cave of
store goods including bicycles. There's an expensive racer here which was
returned by a customer who's had his money refunded which I'll be making
adjustments to fit me properly. I know all about bikes now having unboxed
and assembled every one to date although each time I want to use it entails
climbing up and down stairs and into the street.  I have to take the utmost
care to make sure no one knows about the basement and I can't even tell
Dylan who's now become my best friend and sex partner.

We've spent every night this week swimming naked in the Hampstead men's
pond after dark which is also known as Highgate pond followed by sex in the
bushes. A short walk from here is Highgate cemetery which looks really
creepy at night, especially with its mausoleums and tales abound of it
being haunted and yet there are men in there having sex in the dead of
night.  Yesterday Dylan and I rode to Parliament hill lido to swim, this is
a lovely pool built just two years ago, the water's nice and clear and it
was a lovely hot sunny day, especially for September, it looks like the
summer's going to continue well into the autumn despite the nights drawing
in.  Even here, I can tell when a man's interested in me as he has that
look about him, it's just the way he looks at you which gives him away, I
haven't yet fathomed out a signal to return although I expect there is one,
rather like the Mason's handshake which dad's shown me. Even Dylan's been
getting more than his fare share of leering gazes from men here which can
only mean that they're looking for young boys like us.

Kyneton, Victoria.

I typed another section into the laptop feeling a little dismayed at the
lack of detailed descriptions about your sexual exploits even though I
sense that he really wants to tell his story. I feel there's more to this
and sent him this email.

`Dear Mick.  I have covered up to the bombing of your father's department
store and having quickly looked through your journal, I feel that what's
missing is the period before September 1940 which covers the Battle of
Britain and doubtless your summer holidays. Can you please fill in this
important blank space for me?'  Kind regards=Tom Fullbrick.

I shut down the laptop then looked at my watch realizing that it was six
twenty and well past the time to start preparing the evening meal. I called
Melvin on his Iphone asking.  "Mel, whereabouts are you as you'll be late
for Dinner?"  "We're at the Campaspie river swimming hole; can you please
come and pick us up?"  "Sure thing," .  .  .  "Can Brandon come back with
me as he want's to sleep over?"  "Yeah, he might as well." I felt a real
buzz knowing that any friend of Melvin's is also likely to be his sex
partner and seeing them both wearing swim briefs fuelled my lust for those
boys with my rock hard cock spewing pre-cum into my bottle green Truwest
swim briefs having not taken them off after swimming experiencing the
sensation of wet swim briefs under my shorts until they dried on my skin.

I drove the Fiat to the Campaspie river using John's satnav and became
pleasantly surprised at the sight for sore eyes seeing a section of the
river roughly the width of some of the English canals between two dams
about 100 yards apart with a series of steps on the downstream dam with
four pillars and an outlet pipe topped by an ornamental helmet. Beside this
dam was a three sided wall structure making it ideal for barbecues, there
was a plush grass bank up to the tree half way along the designated length
between the dams and thick bush on the opposite bank. Further up from the
tree was a fenced wooden platform from which a two bar log fence led to a
three stepped concrete block with the date 1935 and although John's told me
about this place which was the town's swimming area until the 1950's and
despite the presence of weeds it really is a beautiful swimming hole with a
suitable camping ground frequented by teens escaping the hot days,
especially during the hot summer holidays which didn't go unnoticed as
there were also a number of teens here either swimming or sat on the grass
under the tree which is where Brandon has parked his bike.

Both lads remained in just their swim briefs and Brandon helped me load his
bike onto the roof rack whilst Mel fastened it with bungees and with the
time now past seven pm I asked Brandon to direct me to a pizza parlour
after having decided tonight's meal.  I ordered their large in-house
special which is literally crammed with everything with large chocolate
malt thick shakes for the boys. The pizza was certainly big enough to feed
three hungry mouths which is their four person size and saved me the
trouble of cooking a meal and yet my mind was waiting impatiently for the
time both teens would also be sharing the double bed with me, especially
seeing them sat there wearing only their swim briefs and having finally
finished our meals they were now lovingly snuggled up on both sides of me
giving me their most wonderful kisses and caresses with my mind silently
begging them for mercy to get them into bed when Brandon pleadingly asked.
"Please can you take us back to the swimming hole for skinnydipping?"  How
could I refuse two wonderfully hot blooded highly sexed teens?

The adventures continue.