Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2019 14:56:40 +0100 From: Vintage Speedoboy Subject: Blitz Boy 3 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 entirely 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 3. Kyneton, Victoria. I drove Johnno's old Fiat Uno 45 Platinum with both Melvin and Brandon in the failing light of the evening back to the Campaspie river swimming hole. It was still a hot night which had only marginally cooled down from the heat of the day with both lads wearing only their Eyeline swim briefs and see through form fitting black nylon vests showing every detail of their upper torsos which in Melvin's case also showed his pert girly breasts tenting out his vest with his pointed breast buds and large nipples. Both lads looked really sexy as though they were wearing only their underwear until we arrived, parked the car and walked to the river. No sooner had we left the car, they removed their swim briefs and vests then walked totally naked to the dam wall with its steps at the downstream end, walked along the dam then dived in and swam a gentle breast stroke to the dam at the upstream end. I thought. `In for a penny, in for a pound, stripped naked and dived in after them. The water felt lovely after getting over the initial cooling feel on our skins and seeing the whole place was deserted with the night air punctuated by the constant sound of psicadas with the night noises of the bush and a gentle rustling of a slight breeze through the trees adding to the bliss we were experiencing whilst floating on our backs looking up at the sky on an ancient watercourse which has probably been flowing since the time of the dreaming and triggering my pleasant memories of another watercourse in the UK where I spent many happy weekends with some wonderful teens skinnydipping whilst swimming around an island where we were camped which was the scene of numerous sexy liaisons with those wonderful teens with our most recent ones during the previous summer thanks to Dylan and his mum when I first brought them to the island which started the gathering of another clan, this time with a few elders from the first time over a decade ago and this night was proving to be most enjoyable, as though we wanted to stay here for all time when we finally left well after midnight. Having arrived back at Johnno's off the grid weatherboard house, I loaded the wood chip bath heater with fuel and lit it with the boys taking only quick showers together whilst I made nightcaps of hot thick sweet Milo, a chocolate flavoured hot drink then took my shower just as the fire in the bath heater was dying. Once again I was sharing a large double bed with two lovely teens and Mel certainly brought Brandon out from his shell. With the day's exertions having taken their tool on my ageing body I went out like a light leaving both boys to have their fun which wasn't long in coming. Following a lengthy passionate kissing and caressing session, Brandon began nursing off Melvin's breasts lovingly drinking his nightcap of sweet creamy hormone laced elixir of love followed by him giving Melvin a really sensuous blow job and drinking him dry of spunk only for Melvin to return the service before snuggling up to me which by then I really was zonked out and dead to the world. The following morning was a lie in which lasted until I had to get up to open the bedroom windows when the heat of the morning rose which cooled the room down somewhat despite having the insect screens in place to keep the bugs out, aided by the Uco 9 hour candle lantern burning another citronella candle through the night and scenting the room. I got up to light the wood chip fuelled bath heater for our morning showers and in my case, a shave whilst both lads just lay in bed totally naked snuggled up to each other when I swore to myself that they must be in love which was such a beautiful sight to see. Having finished my three S's and dried off. I chased them into the shower then cooked their full English breakfasts which they ate on trays whilst sat together on the settee. Seeing those lads totally naked in the house was indeed a lovely sight to behold which saw me having constant erections tenting out my forest green Truwest nylon swim briefs which had much deeper sides than Eyeline swim briefs and closely resembled schoolgirl's regulation netball knickers. Both lads liked their appearance and Brandon even suggested they go well with either a white vest, tee shirt, sleeveless top or one of their netball polo shirts which certainly had my brain cells working when I booted up Dorian's old laptop and sent Vivian this email. `Hi Vivian from down under, I have two gorgeous lads staying with me at John's off the grid weatherboard property out in the Australian bush near Kyneton, Victoria, one of them certainly noticed my bottle green American Truwest swim briefs and actually commented as to how closely they resembled schoolgirl's netball knickers which I daresay they would love a pair each, understandable as they are both good looking and very hot property, photos to follow. One of the boys is facing a possible expulsion from school for fisticuffs who just happens to be John's grandson; it must be the highland DNA which runs in his family even though he has some of Dylan's attributes topside. I have spoken with his mum who has agreed for him to complete his education in the UK should he be expelled. His mum is fully aware of our group owing to both her family connections and their heritage with both blue and red blood coursing through their veins and therefore, seeing as I'm out here, I would like you to pop in and see Mr. Hardwick, the school's principal about having young Melvin Hargis placed, hopefully into year 11 as he will be 16 shortly and I will also be sending him an email. I will also send Ellen Masters an email asking her if he can stay with her which is ideal as her house is in the school's catchment area and he'll be an ideal companion for her son Dylan and just like the old days I'll let Dylanne know so she can accompany him on his flight which reminds me. I must send Jane an email as she's the best person there to roster flights. Photos to follow, love=Tom.' I called Melvin over and showed him the email I just sent to Vivian and his face lit up like a beacon and he was jumping for joy bleating out. "Oh Tommo, I'm going to the `old country', mum's told me so much about the place, oh you're so wonderful. Between you and me she's homesick and since dad was killed in a car smash, she's been pining like hell to go, seriously Tommo, this would be the best thing for her." I called his mum on my Iphone and filled her in on her son's wishes, she was definitely over the moon but saying that they have a final meeting with his school's principal the following morning so I suggested she comes over ASAP so we can discuss our plans should he be expelled owing to the spring term start date in the first week of January right slap bang in the middle of a British winter which didn't leave a lot of time to apply for his passports and book his flight. Melvin's mum arrived after we finished our evening meal and I discussed with her the agenda for the following day's meeting with the principal followed by watching a movie and retiring early to bed. I drove Brandon to his house as he had homework to do which he had to submit the following morning and when it came time to finally retire, I slept in the spare room leaving Melvin and his mum sleeping together in the double bed where he quickly pushed his rock hard teenage boy cock inside her snatch and fed her a nightcap of his sweet creamy breast milk before pounding into her snatch taking her through three shattering squirting orgasms before he unloaded his fertile spunk into her and starting another life and giving her another good shagging the following morning. I woke early to light the wood chip fuelled bath heater and cook breakfasts; we just about managed to shower all together and remained naked after drying off followed by me shaving then eating our breakfasts totally naked. There was no doubting that they were totally OK with this as they were also both naturists. We dressed smartly for the meeting with the school's principal and she asked me to sit in and witness the proceedings which turned out to be a short affair when we were beckoned to sit down in his study. He opened the proceedings by saying. "Mrs. Hargis, it's my duty to inform you of the result of the board of governor's hearing into Melvin's conduct where a representative of the department was also present and the decision taken, which wasn't taken lightly is that Melvin has been expelled from this school. I have here a copy of the minutes of that meeting and Melvin's final school report. He is to finally clear both his desk and his locker handing back any published books to the school. The department will be calling on you shortly to arrange his placement in another school." I witnessed Melvin being escorted to his locker which he duly cleared out and handed back all published books, then entered his classroom to finally clear out his desk with the entire class staring at him with his form teacher who ordered them to remain quiet and not even utter a word before finally being escorted to the car which the escorting teacher watched leave thereby ending a chapter in Melvin's life as I drove them to her house. From there she made some phone calls requesting passport application forms and using Dorian's old laptop I sent off the emails from the draft box and phoned Ellen in the UK. Next I drove her to the police station where she resigned; handing back her uniform, badge and gun, next stop was a charity shop to donate Melvin's school uniform followed by having their passport photos taken then to the storage company for shipping boxes which were delivered to her house where we spent the rest of the day packing when during the afternoon a skip arrived, although I was helping them, I was also witness to a house in its final death throes. The following day the customs forms arrived which she filled out and there were times there were tears in her eyes. That afternoon the taxi truck came and collected the shipping boxes, all correctly labeled and addressed to Ellen's address and we watched the skip being collected, thanks to my insisting on an immediate collection to spare her the indignation of seeing hoards of people riling through what was once their possessions. That afternoon, Brandon called by after school seeing us in a totally empty house whilst we were sat having a coffee. My Grundig yacht boy world band radio was tuned to a local radio station as I invited him in just as it started playing Abba's knowing me knowing you when the verse `Walking through an empty house, tears in my eyes, this is where the story ends, this is goodbye.' Suddenly Brandon became inconsolable and burst out crying, they were the best of friends since their very first day of primary school 10 years ago. Melvin tried his best to console him pulling him into a hug and even he burst out crying and venting his fury at the school's principal when he called round asking about himself and even he was shocked to see an empty house with his mum blasting him shouting at him saying. "This is what your school's policies have done to us, we don't need you help now nick off!" "Look, I'm sorry Mrs. H; I wasn't to know your son was in a vulnerable situation." "Well you do now; get the fuck out of here." "I'll call social services right away." "You do that and I'll send them away with fleas in their ears," as he walked away. I said to her. "It's time to finally leave this house, just pop the keys through the agent's letterbox with a note and phone the phone company, call into the post office and have your mail redirected and call the gas and electric to have them shut off." Melvin said to Brandon. "We'll be at the bush property until the flight so keep it to yourself," then we finally left the house. I felt sorry for Brandon seeing a lovely lasting friendship torn apart but there again how much longer would they have lasted at that house, especially with crippling rents and the loss of their major breadwinner? This is a situation I see playing out all the time in the UK with families in expensive private rented accommodation who are on benefits with the changes to Universal credit now causing them untold grief forcing them to turn to foodbanks and charity assistance added to by property price rises around my area with the impending opening of London's crossrail. That evening we were joined by Brandon and his parents at John's off the grid property out in the bush who thankfully brought round a huge bag of frozen shrimps for the barbecue with some beer. Meanwhile I called John at Seabrook in Melbourne to fill him in on the latest developments with Melvin, his grandson. In some ways he was sad to see him going to the UK at such short notice but thanks to Lottocracker, both he and his mum will be better off in many ways and even though he himself has had an illustrious career and finished with a really good pension plus setting up both his sons with the motorcycle business, it's only now he's started to miss the `Old Country.' With the evening ending, Brandon's parents gave their blessing for him to have a sleepover and will be collecting him early the following morning. Meanwhile Mr. Woodcock, the school's principal had sent off the email to Melvin's principal requesting his school reports with grades and character references to reply as soon as possible and when the principal read his emails the following morning he was in for a shock. Melvin's schoolwork was of a high standard all round which he couldn't deny and yet he took the decision to recommend his expulsion to the board of governors and now he's being requested to reply to his future principal in the UK, the rapidity of which shattered him. After Brandon's parents left, it was time for an early night. This time I slept in the spare room leaving both naked boys sharing the double bed with a naked Melvin's mum and she certainly gave them both a good time by taking Brandon's seven inches of rock hard teen boy cock pounding into her snatch whilst nursing off her breasts, so worked up was Brandon that he shot what he thought was his biggest load so far in his young life but not before having his junk plastered with her gushing juices followed by Melvin taking over and emptying her ample breasts of her sweet creamy heavenly tasting elixir of love squirting into his eagerly waiting mouth before he too unloaded into her snatch to be finally rewarded by feeding both his mum and Brandon with his heavily hormone laced elixir of his love into their mouths whilst falling into their afterglow induced sleep despite their bodies being plastered with a mixture of cum and breast milk which soaked into the sheets only to repeat their performance the following morning when I had to quickly pack Brandon into the shower first whilst Melvin's mum cooked his breakfast and just in time before his mum arrived to collect him. It was our turn to shower and have breakfast then drive to the British Consulate General in Melbourne for their UK passports after having their photos countersigned by their doctor. Asking a doctor to urgently sign photos there and then usually requires giving the doctor a decent tip which helped before the drive to Melbourne when she mailed off their Australian passport application forms. The application process at the British Consulate General went smoothly and in a week's time their passports would be ready for collection. We walked to Bourke Street to do some shopping where Melvin's mum brought her son two pairs of black teenage girly sheer leggings on a close out sale. I sent texts off to both Jane and Dylanne to get their act together whilst we called into the British Airways office and booked their flight leaving the day after Boxing Day and I texted the flight details to Jane, Ellen and Dylanne. Ellen certainly got her act together by popping into the principal's office for her interview securing a copy of next term's timetable for year 11, then the local council's education department to secure Melvin's place at the school and with an early January spring term start date looming ever closer, poor Melvin will only have a few days at most to even partially get over jet lag and spending his first week at school to finally recover. Meanwhile Vivian was taking care to secure his school uniform, sports kit, school books and their recommended laptop, something which he's become good at in recent years which is also another one of his business interests so by the time we finally arrived back at John's off the grid property, we were whacked and yet relieved at having accomplished so much. Thankfully Brandon and his mum joined us for the evening and thankfully she cooked our evening meals followed by Melvin helping Brandon with his homework. Brandon wore a see through black nylon vest which showed every detail of his upper torso but what struck me this time was seeing him wearing a black pair of skin tight sheer girl's footless leggings showing his swim briefs in perfect detail which seemed to enhance his package bulge and just seeing this brought on my rock hard erection and when Melvin changed into his leggings and see through nylon vest with a see through bra underneath, that fuelled my lust for both boys big time but sex would have to wait until bedtime. I took several photos of both boys looking like teenage girls in their leggings and emailed them off to Vivian suggesting that he source leggings to add to his already impressive inventory of raunchy clothes and if that's not enough, both boys will be wearing their black see through school trousers with white see through short sleeve shirts as part of their school uniform having seen these modeled on Vivian's website adding to Melvin's mum's decision for her son to wear a white see through bra under his shirt to support his breasts and with the evening ticking away. I opened Old Mick's journal and wrote the next entry. October 1940. After the raids of the 15th of September on the city, the German bombing seemed to take a lull during the day but it soon became evident they were now coming over at night. The newsreels were saying that we had won the Battle of Britain thereby halting the imminent invasion which the whole country feared but it soon became evident that the Germans had changed their tactics and were taking full advantage of the ever lengthening nights. Dylan and I watched a rerun of `The lion has wings-1939' at the ABC cinema at Hampstead during a Saturday morning matinee. This film has a special place in my heart which was made at Denham studios where Dad took me on a visit which he had arranged last year and we had tea with Ralph Richardson who played Squadron leader Richardson. (Addenna), Thirty years would pass when he famously displayed the bulldog spirit in the 1969 movie `The Battle of Britain' where he played the British ambassador in Switzerland. I added this entry to the journal thirty years later at the end of the entry. As a film, The lion has wings was right for the time as it inspired people whilst at the same time it also portrayed our way of life. It was the popularity of this film which assured its reruns, so I am told throughout the war. I had not long come out from watching. `The thief of Baghdad' when a lone German Heinkel HE111 flew low and dropped its bombs, one of which exploded behind a statue of a mounted rider which was blown over by the explosion. My last memory was talking to a boy carrying a football walking next to me when everything went blank and I woke up in hospital unaware of how much time had passed by?. It was during those days I didn't know who I was and no one came to see me. The doctors kept showing me things which I had on my person and I didn't even recognize anything as mine. I kept hearing a strange word being mentioned, it was concussion. I was blinded by someone taking my photo with a huge flash camera and the nurse telling me that everything will be fine. I later learned it was that photo which enabled my parents to find me and they even showed me the newspaper with the caption. `Who is Blitz boy?' A boy came visiting me who I didn't recognize at the time and kept telling me his name was Dylan, there was something familiar about him which I couldn't place but I do remember him telling me that the evening training sessions at The Bath Club were cancelled, it was him mentioning that place which triggered happy memories of swimming. Not long afterwards I was moved to a private room, I fathomed out that someone must have found out who I really was. Dylan called in every day after school and being in a private room, I watched him hang a sign on the door handle outside then before I could say Jack Robinson, his hand quickly undone my pyjama cord then he quickly whipped the bottoms and my underpants down and before I knew it he was sucking my cock like a lolly. I was overcome by highly intense sensations which felt really good and I didn't want him to stop, both his hands slid under my vest and found my nipples giving me ticklish sensations which I felt in my balls when those sensations overcame me making me scream my heart out whilst my cock erupted like a volcano inside his mouth. I saw loads of creamy white spunk around his mouth when he kissed me giving me a taste of my own spunk which really tasted good when there was a banging on the door with a young nurses voice shouting. "Michael, are you all right?" to which Dylan replied. "I've just been tickling him," she entered the room telling him off saying. "Really, he's had a huge shock and you should be more careful with your friend," when her gaze fell on me with my pyjamas and underpants pulled down and my deflated cock leaking some of my spunk onto my stomach when she bellowed out. "What the hell's been going on here? Then she looked at Dylan like daggers were flying out of her eyes shouting. "Get out, get out right now before I have the police called," Dylan ran out of the room like a startled rabbit and I don't think his feet ever touched the floor when I now suffered the indignation of that nurse giving me a bed bath and shaving my pubic hair with a cutthroat razor telling me she's doing it to stop crab lice from breeding down there finishing with her sucking whatever spunk still remained out of my cock when it became hugely hard again and shot another load into her mouth which she swallowed before she finally said. "I know boys will be boys, I want you to write your friend a letter telling him everything's fine and to continue his visits which I will have posted for you." I began to wonder why she's had the sudden change of heart?. Thankfully Dylan returned two days later with a red face. There followed a series of daily sessions with a consultant psychiatrist who bade me to strip naked before he hypnotized me using his pocket watch swinging in front of my face. I knew about hypnotists having watched one at a theatre which I always thought was a gag until I met this eminent doctor. He was a white haired old man who must have retired years ago who spoke with a posh accented soft voice. Whatever arcane methods he used had certainly brought my memory back although I did see some spunk dribbling from his mouth when he brought me back round. Dylan's visits thankfully resumed and the first time he saw my cock he gasped in astonishment uttering. "Just look at you, they've shaved all your hairs off your cock and balls, why would they do that?" "The nurse said it's to stop lice." "Yeah, you can get delousing powder from the chemist for that, I reckon it's because she sprang us and she's teaching you a lesson." "Yeah, they're itching like hell because the hairs have started growing back." "Your mum and dad's coming down later to take you home, the doctors tell me you've made a good recovery." "Thank god, I just want to get away from this place." Mum and dad came to collect me that evening thanking god I was still alive when dad showed me my ticket saying. "Michael, this is your ticket for your passage to Australia on the Empire flying boat departing Southampton in October, please stay alive for us until then," when they both kissed me and left a change of clothes on the bed for me to change into. Once I dressed they booked me out and dad wrote a cheque to pay the hospital bill. Addenna- (This was before the days of the formation of the National Health Service in 1948) which I wrote at the end of the entry. Dad drove his Rolls Royce to our Bishops Avenue palatial home in Hampstead which is probably the most exclusive street in London which now looked different with all the leaves now falling off the trees and many of the houses now boarded up after their occupants have left for safer shores, mainly to America and seeing all the bombed out buildings in the city and the untidiness of the street where our family home's situated added to by fallen leaves on the ground everywhere with leaden grey skies, it looked like the world was going to end. Kyneton, Victoria. I read out Old Mick's journal entry to the others when Brandon said. "Bloody oath, that's a hell of a good story which was concurred by Melvin. Brandon's mum said. "That book's a real treasure, you are holding a story which must be told, it is a priceless work even with its erotic content, that old man's putting a lot of trust in you to have it published and it's obvious to me that he doesn't want his memories to die with him and when you do, don't forget to send me a copy." The lateness of the hour had finally driven us to bed so after making everyone a mug of hot sweet and thick Milo chocolate drink, I put Brandon into the spare room with his mum and Melvin in the double bed with his mum knowing that both boys will be plunging their cocks into their mums snatches and filling them with spunk whilst I slept on the settee covered with a blanket only to give their mums the good shagging the following morning which they so richly deserve. The following morning we all took our showers whilst I cooked breakfasts when over the breakfast table Melvin's mum mentioned that she's missed her period. I knew straight away that even at such a young age Melvin was about to become a proud father. After Brandon left with his mum taking him to school, I drove into town and picked up a Clear Blue pregnancy test kit from the local pharmacy. On returning, I passed it to her whilst she went into the toilet and carried out the test. She brought the kit out and showed it to us, there was no doubt that the test was positive when she beamed at Melvin with a huge smile. "Son, I'm going to have a baby, your baby whose now started growing inside me." "Oh mum, I'm so happy for you." I logged onto Dorian's old laptop to more emails. I read John's one first and he was now over the moon having completed Old Mick's Indian 741B engine restoration having attached a slide show of photos. His email certainly made for very interesting reading which belies the high quality of their workmanship; I also noticed that he also sent Old Mick the same email and was in the process of crating up the engine ready for freight to Walkabout Creek. When it would get there is anybody's guess as they're now right in the middle of the wet season where aircraft are entirely dependant on weather conditions when flying into or out of their airfield. The days seemed to pass quickly now with the approaching Christmas holiday. All the schools have now broken up for the summer holidays and won't be returning till February. Meanwhile we put up the Christmas decorations and done some of the Christmas shopping. I drove Melvin and his mum to Melbourne to collect their British passports and dropped in on John's Seabrook house for a barbecue and an overnight stay. To think we've known each other since we were boys in the 1960's back home in the UK and John now has his family all around him who treated us to a memorable barbecue. We rose early the following morning taking a dip in the sea before showers and breakfast followed by the return drive to Kyneton where Brandon and his mum will be spending Christmas with us and when we finally arrived, Melvin and his mum's Australian passports had already arrived in the post. I collected Dylanne who brought Dylan out with her from Melbourne's Tullamarine airport the following day and brought them to Kyneton thankful that Jane had done her homework and fixed them up for a few days with us over the holiday ending with her being on duty for their flight to the UK. All three boys certainly found her a bag of laughs and enjoyed her company as well as having her 10 inches of huge rock hard hermaphrodite pole pounding into their holes and filling them both with her monster loads as well as pounding into Dylan's pussy under his balls with all the women being on the receiving end of her spectacular squirting female orgasms and taking all the boys cocks up both her holes. During those few days the boys and their mums had so much sex as well as Dylanne and I, it was like summertime back on the island in the UK which couldn't come quick enough. The next best thing was skinnydipping at Turpins falls. Thankfully Brandon's mum took some of us in her car whilst I took the three boys in John's old Fiat. Both Dylanne and Dylan were in awe of this place as soon as we arrived as were Brandon and Melvin at the sight of Dylanne's huge package gracing her movie star female body with her snatch underneath her balls, we quickly stripped naked, entered the water and swam to the other side and back. Watching both Dylanne and Dylan swim really was a sight for sore eyes with their lengthy blond hair flowing like veils in the water and giving them the appearance of mermaids. There was a few people here as well but no one shouted at us, it seemed as though nobody cared, even though this was Australia, we may as well be swimming in a German lake, after all it's not as though our little group posed any threat to anyone, we were just enjoying ourselves although in deference to those in the car park, we donned our swimsuits for our picnic before driving home. Late that evening we drove out to the Campaspie River swimming hole and found it deserted and this was our second skinnydipping session of the day, like swimming lengths in a pool, we swam between both dams and finally got out at the downstream dam which is where we entered. After we got out, the boys were passionately kissing and fondling their mums on the grass as was Dylanne and Dylan, we were still naked apart from lying on blankets although everyone was saving sex for bedtime even though the women were fondling their sons' rock hard cocks with Dylan and Dylanne's hands on each others cocks. Having arrived back home, drank our nightcaps and retired to our beds, the whole house became another orgy of sex which for Melvin was just a taste of what's to come, especially with the arrival of the warm weather in the UK and our gatherings at `The Lynch' that lovely island on the River Thames which has seen so much activity and not only from us either. It was during those days leading up to Christmas that I wrote some more of Old Mick's journal. October 1940. The London Blitz must be at its height now as night after night the Germans are coming over and bombing the city. It was during these days I attended the last days of school during which I started selling clothes taken from the basement to other boys until one's father collared me outside the school gates. If ever there was a shifty looking character he was it, he passed me his card with his address and phone number on it and what he wanted certainly floored me. His shopping list consisted mainly of women's undergarments but to get all the goods out I had to use a pram, one of several in the basement over several afternoons after school. This man took the entire store's stock of nylon stockings, knickers, dresses, shoes, you name it, he took it and after a week's worth of moving goods from the basement he gave me twenty quid. The boys at school took items of school uniform as well as short trousers, shirts, ties, belts &c but the most unusual request came from Thomas Victa, a first year boy whose mum wanted a clothes line. There must have been boxes of them in the basement so I took a few around to the Victas house and when I saw their clothes line, it was full of knots where it had been tied together and lengthened with parcel twine it had got so short. I put up her new clothes line and gave her the rest to be rewarded with a shilling. By the time half term arrived I must have pocketed at least five quid and even the teachers wanted some of the wares from the basement. One of them was a scoutmaster for the local scout troop who just happened to have a copy of the store catalogue and he wanted everything from the camping section. Normally I wouldn't show anyone the entrance door in the tube station but with time so short now I trusted Dylan and swore him to secrecy as well as letting him take what he wanted. He was as good as his word; something rarely found in kids, I knew he was a boy scout from a catholic troop who strictly observed their law and promise even though I never let him have the key. The basement was ideal for our sexual liaisons simply because no one ever knew we were there, the electric supply still worked, the place was like a bunker which made an ideal air raid shelter and we were far safer down here than in an Anderson shelter. It was much later I received an air mail letter from Dylan telling me that a 500 pound German bomb crashed through the basement's roof and didn't go off. The bomb disposal squad came out, defused the bomb and took it away thereby ending the saga of the basement. Whatever was left was taken out by dad in several truckloads and he spent the rest of the war selling the store's wares at the Portobello Road market. Half term came around and on the last day as per my father's instructions I was given my school report with a letter of reference by the headmaster to take with me as well as my identity card, ration books and passport. Dad had me inoculated by the doctor with typhoid, cholera and malaria jabs knowing the flying boat would be flying down the Atlantic Ocean before flying across the continent of Africa. I spent the night but one having a sleepover with Dylan in the basement after telling mum I'll be sleeping at his house. I suspected she knew what went on and always looked at me with a strange sort of smile. I remember her telling me once that I've naughty in the nights then embracing me with a kiss and a hug before briefly humping into my groin. She must have felt my rock hard cock under my short trousers but she never said anything although I could definitely see the pride in her eyes as she called me her proud young man and when you've got eight inches of rock hard fat teenage schoolboy cock packing out your underpants forming a huge bulge in your short trousers which has been blasting spunk into your underpants and pyjama bottoms during wet dreams or hitting the sheets whenever I wanked in bed, no wonder she's said that I was a naughty boy during the nights heaping spunk stained sheets for her to wash and dry. Dylan and I pounded our cocks into each others rear holes filling our bowels with spunk and he's not far behind me in the size department for a thirteen year old at seven inches, he's also got large nipples which are very sensitive, especially when they get hard during sex. During my last night in the basement; I brought home three pairs of boy scout khaki shorts, three khaki boy scout shirts and several pairs of boy scout socks knowing that they make ideal bush wear and grabbed a few pairs of black skimpy silk swimming trunks as I knew that swimming in Australia is a very popular pastime. (I later bought some Edward Fletcher cotton shorts and vests after I arrived seeing that everyone else wore them). Dylan slept over with me on my last night at home, after she made our nightcaps we went to bed, only this time she packed my pyjamas away with the rest of my clothes and asked us for our underpants so she could wash and dry them before the morning, that's when we quickly realized that both of us would be sleeping naked together in the same bed, perhaps it was also because dad was away on business, but what business could he conduct now that the store was just a pile of rubble. Just before she left the room she put a tin of Vaseline beside the alarm clock with one of her wicked smiles knowing that Dylan and I were in for a night of raunchy sex together which we certainly did enjoy before we finally fell asleep together in a passionate lover's embrace with our cocks probably remaining hard for most of the night. It was after midnight that mum quietly entered my bedroom and quietly woke me up; I saw that she was totally naked as I looked at her in surprise and she had that devilish smile on her face. I could also catch the scents of something else which I wasn't long in finding out. She led me out of the room into her bedroom and I must say even though she's over twice my age her body looks amazingly beautiful, like those I've seen portrayed in numerous paintings when she took hold of my rock hard cock which by now was dripping pre-cum juices onto the carpet, just like her fanny was also dripping her juices which is what I smelled when she laid down on her bed and beckoned me on top of her. She whispered. "Son, I'm truly proud of you as mother nature has blessed you with a really big cock for a boy of your age when she guided it into her warm pussy which was pleasantly tight judging by her moans but the next surprise was about to come when she guided a breast onto my mouth saying. "When you were born I fed you from these, a while ago I saw the doctor who gave me a supply of pills to bring my milk back and I am now ready to feed you with my love." I hesitated before she coaxed my mouth onto her nipple then I drew out some milk when its sweet creamy taste overwhelmed me, that's when I realized she was putting it into my tea leaving me wondering if she changed her dairy. What came out of her breasts was like nectar of the gods and drinking it made my cock so hard it really filled out her pussy and was twitching powerfully enough to give her an orgasm with her warm squirting juices flooding onto my cock and balls and her milk squirting into my mouth whilst spraying out from her other nipple. I hadn't thrust into her for long when I must have shot such a huge load into her, I felt each powerful gush flooding into her and there were a lot of them plus she was moaning like hell enough to wake the dead and definitely Dylan whose likely to wonder where I am? I collapsed onto her in feelings of blissful euphoria with my cock still inside her and as hard as a rod of iron and slowly drinking her milk which flowed into my mouth with the love of a mother for her son before sleep overcame me and come the morning I sank my huge fourteen year old cock back inside her pussy and drank some more of her love liquid from her breasts shooting another load of my spunk deep inside her and giving her another gushing orgasm. After that performance we both shared a shower together when I dried off and returned to a sleepy Dylan who was just waking up and we both walked naked together to share a shower when I knelt down taking his rock hard cock in my mouth overwhelming him with sensations of pleasure taking his gushing spunk into my mouth and swallowing it. Mum asked me not to dress and to tell Dylan the same. We came to the breakfast table totally naked and so was mum when she served our proper full English breakfasts. Both Dylan and I certainly enjoyed the carefree freedom of being naked in the house and I expect mum did too but this moment was poignant. After breakfast we dressed then mum handed me the wallet with my tickets, identity card, ration book and gas mask when Dylan burst out crying loudly. I tried comforting him to no avail cursing the war for heaping this parting on us and promising to write to each other. Finally Mum took the Rolls Royce from the garage and drove me to Waterloo station where I caught the Southampton bound train before driving Dylan home, I later learned this was the car's last journey of the war as it was laid up for the duration whilst Dad bought an Austin 7 to use instead. I stood with the other 16 passengers, every one obscenely rich which you had to be to afford a ticket at Berth 107 at the western docks gazing at the Shorts C class flying boat just before stepping onto the jetty gazing in awe at this huge aeroplane floating on the water when moments later I stepped on board the BOAC flying boat named Cassiopeia. To be continued.