Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2019 13:04:29 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Blitz Boy 4

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 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 lexicon 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 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 4.

Kyneton Victoria.

I spent the days leading up to Christmas writing Old Mick's journal finding
the October 1940 section a lot of work and yet I sensed that Old Mick
really is the lucky one, especially when he left wartime England on a
flying boat away from all the bombing which continued with bombing the
ports and cities well into the following year as thousands of people were
either killed, seriously injured and made homeless during those dark days
as Hitler tried to break the will of our people.  John's off the grid
weatherboard property had become like a whore house just like the island
during those heady summer days in the UK or mine, Ellen's or Vivian's
houses. Both Melvin and Brandon were staying here with their mums and
Dylanne had brought out Dylan with her to spend some of his Christmas
school holidays here and get him away from his mum.  The house became like
a nudist colony with so much sex going on at one time or another but it was
mostly Melvin and Dylan who were both male hermaphrodites who hit it off
with each other the best and it wasn't difficult to see the way they bonded
that we were looking at a lifetime relationship in the making as those two
were certainly becoming inseparable and thankfully Dylanne had the
foresight to have them placed next to each other on the aircraft.  Whenever
we went outside we wore swimsuits just in case we had visitors or
bushwalkers, mountain bike riders or trail motorcycle riders came anywhere
near the place but what John forgot to tell me that he sometimes allows
teenagers to camp in the garden although it's more like a meadow within a
clearing in the bush and today a lovely looking pair of teenage boys of
about 15 or 16 arrived on their mountain bikes and knocked on the door
asking me to camp in the garden, how could I refuse two wonderful
youngsters?.

I watched them erect their tent under the shade of the gum trees which
surround the property near the dam; they chose this spot wisely to keep out
of the sun as much as possible except during the middle of the day when
it's almost directly overhead. It wasn't long before they wore only skimpy
nylon running shorts and were barefoot and having sorted out their
lightweight two person tent, they went swimming in the dam.  I watched the
boys frolicking in the dam just like younger boys which seemed as though
that part of their lives hadn't yet gone away. After a while they were just
sat on the edge of the dam when I asked Dylanne.  "Please slip into your
bikini and take these out to the boys," as I made two large glasses of ice
cold lemon squash with ice cubes with a packet of potato crisps
each. Dylanne walked over barefoot holding the tray in front of her calling
out to the boys giving advance warning of her approach which certainly got
their attention as they gazed intently at the sheer white bikini clad
shapely blond woman approaching with their drinks, they would have
certainly noticed her breasts but what certainly caught their eyes was her
huge bulge packing out the front of her bikini bottoms and if they looked
hard enough they would have also seen her camel toe when she put the tray
down saying.  "The fellow in the house thought you could use a drink,"
taking the boys out of their trance like gaze to look at the contents of
the tray and thank her.

Dylanne walked sexily back to the house and entered, on her way back she
heard one say in a low voice.  "Listen mate, I'm telling you, that Sheila's
packing a big cock inside her bikini, there's a name given to such women
but I can't think of it right now."  "There's more to her than what meets
the eye, come on mate, surely you smelled her pussy, I certainly did, I
should know as it smells just like my sister's pussy when we're hooked up
together, I bet you she's a hermaphrodite," "A what!, she can't be, it's
impossible, you're either a bloke or a Sheila."  "Yeah, surely you remember
that Greek god story the biology teacher told us in year nine, he said that
all stories have some basis in fact."  "So what you're saying is that she's
a Shiela with both a huge cock and a pussy, this is weird," he took his
Iphone out, scrolled through the photos until he arrived at the statue of
Hermaphroditus taken at The Louvre in Paris copied from a website, he
showed him the photo saying. "What do you think of that?"  "It's just a
Shiela," he scrolled the next photo along saying. Now look at that."  "Shit
yeah, a Shiela with a dick, she's something else altogether," "You're
telling me, that Sheila's made for rooting and the rule book goes right out
the window, she's both gay and straight, the best of both worlds; a boy's
wet dream and that Sheila's just walked right up to us."

I watched both lads slip into their tent and when they came back out they
had changed into black Eyeline swim briefs and hung their wet shorts onto a
guy line knowing they'll be dry in a matter of minutes, they laid down onto
towels and basked in the sun, the sight of these horny looking lads very
quickly had my cock rock hard inside my swim briefs wishing I could give
both their arses a really good shagging and it was those thoughts which had
my rock hard cock leaking huge gobs of my pre-cum love juices through the
nylon forming a huge wet patch and my breasts starting to leak when I
opened the laptop up and began adding to Old Mick's journal, I must admit
he was very descriptive about his flight on board a flying boat, something
which very few of us would ever get to experience these days and he's lucky
enough to be still alive to tell the tale.

BOAC Empire flying boat Cassiopeia, October 1940.

All 16 passengers had now boarded this huge flying boat and I certainly got
butterflies in my stomach when it was towed away from the jetty and began
rocking like a see saw from left to right. One of the stewards, a handsome
blond haired lad who couldn't have been much older than myself walked along
making sure all the passengers seat belts were fastened as the huge
aircraft was towed out into the middle of Southampton water when each one
of her four huge radial engines were started up in turn belching out clouds
of smoke which didn't look good and they certainly made a god awful racket.
I remember dad pointing to an old car which belched out a plume of blue
smoke from its exhaust pipe and asking him why that car smoked. He
explained to me that its engine had worn cylinders hence the reason it was
burning oil and yet after a few moments the engines stopped belching out
clouds of smoke whilst they ran up.  For some moments all four engines were
revving hard and yet we were still stationary in the water, as though we
hadn't moved an inch, this experience was all new to me although I learned
later that the captain has to perform power checks every time before take
off, something to do with synchronizing the engines' magnetos as each one
of its cylinders is fired by two spark plugs therefore each engine must
have two magnetos.

The engines revved up to a thunderously loud roar only this time the
aircraft started moving and began accelerating like a speed boat, it was
highly exciting watching the spray coming off the bows and the wing floats
then momentarily blocking the view from the window. As the aircraft gained
speed the spray had diminished to that resembling a speedboat wake which
stopped and started once as the aircraft finally left the water and climbed
out slowly over Southampton water passing Calshot Spit, the RAF coastal
command flying boat and seaplane base, over the Solent and the Isle of
Wight before turning right and following the English coast westwards
gradually gaining altitude until it reached 12,000 feet.  A well dressed
man with a thin moustache wearing an expensive suit with a trilby hat sat
next to me who I guessed to be in his late twenties or early thirties who
spoke with a posh English accent and he was kind enough to allow me to sit
in the window seat for the take off. I changed seats back to the aisle seat
when I saw his name on his cabin bag which was Henry Faber who was flying
to Lisbon in Portugal; thankfully they weren't in the war.  He spoke very
little only to tell me his name was Harold and he worked in import and
export. There was something about him which set alarm bells ringing in my
head, if ever there was a shifty looking character he must have outclassed
them all and living in London, I was certainly streetwise having met a few
spivs and crooks in my time. I would certainly never forget his name and
face for as long as I live.

The aircraft landed at Plymouth to fill up the fuel tanks right up
including the two tanks in the floats and took off again, this time right
out over the sea which was when I saw England for the final time and even
at 12'000 feet there was no land in sight, we were on our own but not for
long.  The aircraft gave the French coast a very wide berth including the
German occupied Channel isles by at least 100 miles when a Messerschmitt
ME110 drew level with us and looked us over which was very unsettling
indeed, the sun was to our right when Henry showed his true colours as he
took out his torch and flashed, `Die nadel.'  Having studied Morse code in
the Boy Scouts, I was able to read the flashes off the reflection in the
window which made me very suspicious of him, especially as that word
couldn't be English when I asked him. "What are you doing?" as the aircraft
drew closer to us and its pilot gave us a wave, waggled its wings and flew
off, I swear that pilot had blue eyes.  Henry replied. "I'm just being
polite saying hello to the pilot of that aeroplane otherwise he may very
well shoot us down and you wouldn't want that to happen, would you."  "I
suppose not, in any case, surely he can see that we're a civilian airliner,
for a start the plane's painted white and displaying both the BOAC emblem
with the Union Jack."  He replied. "Were that pilot to shoot us down, he
would be charged with a war crime and probably executed."  I saw that he
had a valid point even though I wouldn't trust him with a barge pole and
boy, was I glad to see him leave at Lisbon where we landed and spent the
night in a hotel.  Mick's note.=It was after the war that I learned he was
the most dangerous German spy ever to set foot in England and a BBC
documentary was made about him 50 years later and as for the word he
flashed to the pilot. It was definitely German; `Die nadel' translates to
`The needle.' His weapon of choice is a spring bladed razor sharp stiletto
with an ornately machined handle now on display in the Black museum.

Kyneton, Victoria.

I shut down the laptop as evening was approaching and it was time to start
preparing and cooking our evening meal. I went outside to check on the two
lads who hadn't even started on their meal yet and suggested we all team up
and invited them to dinner which had their faces lighting up like beacons
when Brandon called me to watch the six `o' clock news followed by the
weather forecast indicating that thunderstorms were due that night.  Both
Melvin's and Brandon's mums done the honours in preparing a traditional
barbecued shrimp dinner served with peas and jacket potatoes followed by
tropical fruit cocktail which certainly gave those two boys a nice meal to
remember and saving their Mountain house boil in the bag meals for another
day.  It was here we all formally introduced ourselves, the dark tousle
haired lad was Rowan and the dark haired olive skinned lad was Luigi, both
stood about a slender 5 foot and 9 inches with athletic builds and the
makings of 6 pack stomachs but it was Luigi who had the largest budding
breasts topped with large nipples I've ever seen on a boy who also must be
packing a huge cock as even with his shorts back on I saw the head of his
cock dangling just below the right leg hem of his school cotton drawstring
PE shorts and seeing both boys are wearing the same shorts I fathomed they
weren't wearing any form of underwear either even though both wore their
tee shirts to dinner.  Both boys also attended the same school as Melvin
and being good mates of his their motive for camping here was to see him
off with a good send off which I thought nice of them.

We settled down to watch a movie on John's large flat screen TV when I
noticed both Rowan and Luigi snuggled up either side of Dylanne and both
were stroking her thighs, she sat with her legs apart wearing her tiny
black Lycra booty shorts with her black Players nylon tricot sheer vest and
she wasn't wearing a bra. Her huge cock was seriously tenting out her booty
shorts with a huge log like bulge and breast milk was oozing out of her
nipples through the thin nylon when I smelled the heavenly scents of her
pussy under her balls and saw the huge wet patch on the crotch of her booty
shorts, there was no doubt that both boys had seriously got her excited
when she scooped a bead of her heavily hormone laced milk from each nipple
and fed it to each boy when she beckoned each boy to cup a hand under a
nipple then she expressed a good measure of milk into each hand which they
licked clean when her hands found their way up each leg of their shorts and
onto their rock hard throbbing leaking cocks which by now had leaked enough
of their pre-cum love juices to give her a good taste.  I made everyone a
mug of coffee whitened with Dylanne's breast milk and sweetened with honey,
thankfully Dylanne had baked enough British Airways small brown bread rolls
using John's baking dish which were buttered and spread with our first
batch of breast milk cheese to be made here. Both boys initially said that
it was really gross to be serving them both coffee and cheese made with
breast milk until they tasted our offerings which rapidly changed their
minds, unfortunately the following morning there was only just enough of
the cheese to go round for everyone's single slice of toast and further
slices were spread with something else, mostly with Frank Coopers vintage
Oxford marmalade which Dylanne had brought a jar out with her when we also
found it was stocked at the local supermarket.

We settled down for the night with both Rowan and Luigi retiring to their
tent. The night air was heavy and still and seeing flashes in the distance
I knew the thunderstorm was on its way and when it came, it was very
spectacular indeed, there were lightning bolts going all over the place and
the rain came down in a torrential cloudburst, the sound of which created a
deafening noise on the corrugated sheet steel roof waking everyone
up. Everyone feared the house would be struck by lightning when I
remembered that John had lightning conductors fitted giving me peace of
mind when all of a sudden both lads were screaming and banging on the patio
door begging to be let in. They were both thoroughly soaked despite their
tent keeping them dry until the dam burst its banks and flooded the garden
and their tent with them inside.

I was woken up by all their commotion, screaming and banging on the patio
window thinking their tent had been struck by lightning only to see them
stood there thoroughly soaked to the skin wearing only their swim briefs
cradling their wet clothes and sleeping bags in their arms and seeing the
garden flooded.  I sent them off to the back room, refueled and lit the
wood chip fuelled bath heater and hung their wet clothes and sleeping bags
out to dry on the indoor clothes line.  They stood close to the bath heater
which gave them a warming caress on their skin whilst the water heated up
then directed them to both shower together.  Having done that and dried
themselves with John's huge bath towels, Dylanne was up with both Melvin
and Brandon wearing only their swim briefs who up to this point had shared
their double bed with her when, on Dylanne's suggestion I opened out the
settee into another bed, quickly made it and they got in leaving Rowan and
Luigi to share the bed with Dylanne. There was no doubt in my mind that
Dylanne would be definitely having the most amazing sex with them and
feeding them her delicious tasting heavily hormone laced breast milk which
was confirmed by the sounds coming from their room with the bed shaking.

Dylanne wore her tiny nylon bikini bottoms to bed taking the centre and
both lads joined her on either side wearing only their nylon swim briefs
and they were fully hard before the covers were pulled up only this time
the bed they were in gave their skin a wonderfully sensuous caress fuelling
their lust to new heights of passion as this time the bed they were in had
silky nylon tricot bed sheets which for them was a totally new experience.
They made small talk in whispers for a while as Dylanne's hands caressed
their rock hard teen boy cocks through the silky nylon of their tented out
swim briefs and her thumbs glided over their nylon encased piss slits
already wet with their pre-cum love juices making both their cocks twitch
powerfully at her sensuous touch when she felt those lovely feelings inside
her breasts heralding her let down as beads of her breast milk oozed out of
her nipples onto the silky nylon top sheet which was already exciting her
huge leaking nipples hard wired to her leaking snatch and her balls which
had already soaked her bikini bottoms with her pussy juices.  Her hands
lovingly caressed both their cocks in approval of their sizes; Rowan's was
a fat hard seven inches but it was Luigi's monster, already the equal of
Dylan's nine inch monster forming a log like tent to his right straining
the silky nylon of his swim briefs when she took her hands away from their
cocks, stroked their nipples then ran her fingers through their hair giving
them tongue kisses before guiding their mouths onto her breasts to receive
her kind offering of warm sweet creamy breast milk.

To both lads, her breast milk was like nectar of the gods despite being
heavily laced with hormones known to kick start teens growth and puberty
spurts which she once fed to a curious 12 year old late developing boy and
within days his puberty began to blossom like a flower giving him the sex
drive of a satyr maniac with small pert girly budding breasts with huge
nipples and a huge rock hard six inch cock with balls that brew huge
amounts of spunk which fly out of his cock about 10 or 12 feet from a
standing position by his 13th birthday.  They were humming and mewling like
kittens as they lovingly drank her sweet elixir of love and by now her
bikini bottoms were soaked right through with pussy juices which leaked
copiously onto the bottom sheet and after they drained her breasts she
threw back the covers, took off her bikini bottoms and tossed them onto the
floor followed by the lads doing the same with their swim briefs then
positioned herself to be spit roasted by a cock in each of her pussy holes.

She faced Rowan on the left side of the bed and guided his smaller rock
hard cock into her pussy under her balls, then opened her rear pussy hole
to receive Luigi's pre-cum coated monster as her anal cravings racked
through her whilst her clear gooey juices were already oozing copiously out
of her rear pussy hole when she finally sighed in relief at the
unbelievable fullness Luigi's huge teen boy monster was giving her.  It
took both lads a few moments to time their thrusts and get their motion
going and when they did the bed was shaking like merry hell, the commotion
of which certainly woke me up from a pleasant slumber and knowing what was
going on I just had to have a really good wank in bed.  The noise continued
for some moments when Dylanne's orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt as her
gushing juices plastered Rowan's package just as his spunk was gushing deep
within her and her wildly clenching rear pussy took Luigi well over the
edge when he gave a hard last thrust and held his gushing cock deep inside
her whilst his spunk gushed deep within her bowels when just moments later
Dylanne was thrusting her 10 inch monster into Luigi's rear pussy even
though he was well used to taking large cocks. Dylanne's monster cock was
his biggest to date and she savoured the tight fitting hole Luigi provided
when she exploded with a tremendously intense gushing simultaneous orgasm
filling Luigi's bowels with her huge hot load whilst at the same time her
cum also gushed out from her snatch like a fountain with breast milk
spraying out of her nipples forcing her to stifle her screams with a pillow
followed by plowing her huge cock into Rowan's rear pussy hole minutes
later filling his bowels with spunk and relaxing in their afterglows making
small talk when I knocked on the door telling them that breakfast is being
cooked.

We all slept in the following morning when I was woken up by their bed
shaking so I left them to it whilst Melvin's mum and Dylan showered
together then prepared and cooked our breakfasts. I knocked on Dylanne's
bedroom door with their piping hot breakfasts on trays and entered a room
which reeked of the scents of sex and teenage boy smells wheeling them in
with John's serving trolley seeing their lovely smiling faces which said it
all and when they sat up they were totally naked and a cursory glance saw
both Dylanne's bikini bottoms and their swim briefs, all heavily stained
with their dried fluids lying on the floor when I picked them up
saying. "I'll just put these in the wash," when Dylanne asked.  "Hold on a
tick just so I can put the bed sheets in the wash."

With Dylanne, Rowan and Luigi stark naked, it wasn't long before the rest
of us joined them and the whole house became like a nudist colony house,
whilst they had their breakfast in bed, the rest of us ate ours in the
living room off trays followed by Melvin's and Brandon's mums doing the
washing and drying up.  I looked out of the patio window seeing parts of
the garden still flooded although the water had gone down during the night
with the boys' tent still surrounded by ankle deep water. The air felt so
fresh after the storm but with all the water around and a sunny day
forecast, it will be hot and humid.  Dylanne started the washing machine to
clean their sheets, her bikini bottoms and the lads' swim briefs plus a few
other bits and bobs were also thrown into the wash when I opened the laptop
to check my emails and there were a lot of them too.  Rowan and Luigi
walked barefoot across the garden stark naked to retrieve the tent and
anything else left inside, after taking the remains of their belongings
out, they took down the tent and hung it onto the washing frame, not to dry
but for me to hose it down with clean water and any clothes contained in
their backpacks were put into a second pile for washing and thankfully the
water tanks were now full after the storm so that was one task I could
do. There have been times before when the water tank's were low and we've
had to be very economical on the use of water which has seen myself
scooping water out of the dam to fill a large Millbank water filter bag
then boiling it, treating it with purification tablets and storing it in
large plastic containers.

Whilst on the laptop, I scoured both Gumtree, Ebay Australia and the local
freeads and turned up someone local selling a desktop which I decided to
look at having been inspired by the set up on Rick's boat and later my
house which uses the large wide screen TV as the computer screen which in
my case uses a wireless keyboard and Bluetooth. I called the number and
went to see it, having got there I certainly wasn't disappointed. The
computer was a fairly recent Acer model which was being replaced with an
Imac by its owner, it had all the features I could wish for so a deal was
struck and I returned to John's off the grid house with it in the back of
his old Fiat Uno.  No sooner had I brought it indoors, both Dylan and
Melvin began setting it up and linked it to the widescreen TV with
Bluetooth. I phoned John with the news and within minutes he sent me his
details to set it up as another device on his account. Having finally set
it up, I purchased a UK VPN after lots of prompts by Dylan, performed the
necessary download making both Dylan and Dylanne very happy as they were
now able to watch BBC Iplayer giving them an even greater selection of
movies as well as listening to UK radio stations live making this old
weatherboard house out in the bush another home from home and when I
thought about it, we were living exactly as though we were at `The Lynch'
that lovely island on the River Thames without a care in the world with
lots of sex thrown in for good measure and surprisingly this was our first
full day with everyone totally naked, both inside and out of the house when
Jane called Dylanne on her Iphone having already sent her an email. Jane
said.  "Sorry to put this one on you but I've had to reschedule both your
charges and his mum onto a later flight departing Tullamarine in the New
Year on the fourth, sorry about this, it can't be helped as I had no
control over this one, the upside is I've managed to add some extra holiday
entitlement your way, took some doing but I managed to convince them
upstairs, your duty restarts on the fourth."  Dylanne checked her email
inbox and opened the one from British Airways confirming what she already
knew; she called Dylan and Melvin with his mum into the living room and
gave them the news when Dylan said.  "We'll be arriving in the UK after the
start of spring term, I must call mum and ask her to let the school know,"
when Melvin asked. "What about me?"  His mum replied. "I'll email the
school and call the principal to let them know but seeing as you're both
year 11 students I don't see that being much of an issue except for jet lag
during class, hopefully he'll allow you two another week off if he's got
any sense."  I returned to the laptop and restarted on Mick's journal.

Lisbon, Portugal October 1940.

We arrived at Lisbon very late at night to be taken off the aircraft by
launch and bussed straight to a hotel, we were quickly booked in and handed
the key to my hotel room and escorted there by a very smart looking bell
boy of about my age. I felt so tired I was practically falling asleep on my
feet and no sooner had I flopped on top of the bed I went out like a light.
The bed was covered by only a single silk sheet owing to the heat which had
topped 100 degrees Fahrenheit during the day (I later learned this from
Luis, the 14 year old bell boy).  I must have had the most amazing dream
which was indeed highly erotic dreaming about Dylan pounding his cock into
my arse which felt so good my cock was the hardest its ever been in my life
and began shooting off the biggest load of spunk ever to erupt out of my
cock with sensations so intense I woke up just as I felt those lovely
sensations of my bowels being filled with spunk fed by what is unmistakably
an obscenely huge fat cock of about nine inches. I was still in a half
dreamy state enjoying the pleasant afterglow of sex when I felt a hand
caressing my hair and quickly turned round to see him suddenly dive under
the sheet and drain the remaining spunk from my cock with his mouth and
before I knew it he was giving me a most amazing spunk filled tongue kiss
which is when I discovered the bell boy was in my bed with me and we were
both stark naked.

This boy took my fancy the moment I saw him thinking how on earth does
someone get into his pants? When he did it all after I fell asleep deducing
that he had stripped me totally naked and put me to bed.  As it turned out,
I spent the entire night with him in bed until I heard his alarm clock go
off when he beckoned me into the shower with him and gave me a wash I'll
never forget using the hotel's luxury soap, towels and toothpaste followed
by him sitting me in a chair, draping one of those barber's drapes over my
body, lathering my face and set about giving me a shave with a cutthroat
razor, not that I needed one as I only had very light peach fuzz on my face
and gave my hair a trim and trimmed my finger and toenails whilst happily
humming an unknown tune. When I think about it, this boy really was good,
so much so that he could be working at one of the best city barbers in the
world or on board a luxury liner like the Queen Mary.  Luis helped me get
dressed and gave my cock a last squeeze before donning his uniform whilst I
repacked my suitcase then he escorted me to the reception desk to hand in
my room key to be directed to the lobby when Luis directed me to a table
and sat there was Henry Faber who opened the conversation with.  "How was
your stay, especially the room service?"  "I must say it was excellent,
thanks to the bell boy."  "Yes, I see, he's very good isn't he?"  "He's
definitely an asset to anyone, now if you don't mind, I have a plane to
catch," I said this wanting to get away from him and knowing he's probably
a German spy has already darkened my day when he asked."  "I want you to do
something for me," as he produced a letter in a brown OHMS envelope."  "I
would like you to post this for me, now listen carefully, you are to post
it in the first post box you come to after arriving in Australia, it
already has sufficient stamps and you are not to post it anywhere else, do
we understand each other?"  "Seeing as it's only a letter, I'll happily do
this for you, good day to you sir."  "And good day to you," when he smartly
left."  Shortly afterwards the bus arrived to take us to the quayside where
we boarded the aircraft for its next leg of the flight to Freetown in
Sierra Leone with a refueling stop at Gibraltar.

Kyneton, Victoria.

I felt a deep satisfaction at completing this part of Old Mick's journal
and I must say he certainly has had an adventure like no other. I googled
the name Henry Faber and I became aghast at learning that he always carried
a razor sharp stiletto knife strapped to his forearm which no doubt earned
him the nickname of Die nadel (The needle). It is with this he left a trail
of dead bodies throughout wartime England during his espionage exploits to
be finally shot on a beach by the wife of a disabled ex Spitfire pilot
within sight of a German U boat with a Kriegsmarine sniper shooting at her
from the conning tower who fortunately missed. It took 50 years before this
story was made public.  I sent Old Mick an email asking him if he knew
anymore about this character in particular any accounts regarding this
German spy's activities in wartime England. I felt this addition to the
story was indeed sensational and decided to do more research as this is one
part I wished to be historically correct.

I quickly learned that buying that secondhand desktop was indeed a good
idea which kept the youngsters busy and away from Dorian's old laptop which
thankfully having the SSSD device hooked up to it made a whole heap of
difference completely transforming it and with the extra time available to
spend on this laptop I reached into my airline cabin bag for my USB stick
finding the page marked `Hot list' which is a list of discontinued Honda
part numbers for my motorcycles in the UK and from this I began sending
emails to Honda dealers and parts shops hoping for some hits and top of
that list was a pair of 1979-81 Honda XL500S/XR500 twin shock rocker arms
which have proved to be very elusive so far for my 79 Honda XR500 project
back in the UK which stalled owing to some long discontinued vital parts, a
case of lack of a simple part keeping a machine off the road.  Next on the
hot list were some motorcycle key blanks for vintage Hondas, top of that
list were blanks for the earlier T5 and T7 series and right handed HD73
series for 1975-76 earlier type double sided key blanks. There are plenty
of HD72 left hand blanks around and I must have at least 100 of them in a
small maxi-bin so I sent off another load of emails and I have my local
teenage garden boy to thank for continuing my classic Japanese motorcycle
key cutting service on ebay and OMG, this boy's so hot, he would put the
hottest of satyr maniacs to shame aided by sporting a monstrously fat 10
inch cock.

I first saw Sean about three years ago when he was looking for simple
gardening jobs to earn some holiday money, this kid got stuck in helping me
with the garden which he's been doing ever since. To help him along I
trawled charity shops and car boot sales with him in tow educating him on
the art of buying and selling through his father's ebay account and a year
later he's doing really well to the point of having saved enough to buy his
first car and being a learner driver I taught him to drive whilst also
sharing his qualified driver duties with his father and so as not to betray
his trust, I waited until he was 16 before having sex with him when he
slept over with me on the night of his 16th birthday and boy, he knew every
trick in the book and during that night we hardly had any sleep having
plowed his monster into my rear pussy hole about four times leaving shit
loads of his teen boy spunk draining onto my nice nylon tricot bed sheets
which this boy's fell in love with owing to they're sensuous caress on his
body. However we both slept in till lunchtime that day before taking a very
long shower together giving each other a hand job and my fond memories of
him prompted me to send him an email with a few photos of us here. I would
be sending him a load more later on.

John arrived the following day in his old series one Land Rover for the
Christmas holiday with a partially dismantled ex Australia post Honda CT110
postie's motorcycle crammed in the back of the vehicle. I helped him put
the wheels back on and moments later he was riding it around the
property. I knew from past experience that these bikes make ideal shopping
jeeps provided you're either filling a rucksack or a top box.  We also
unloaded the shopping he brought up from Seabrook in Melbourne and gave out
our Christmas cards then crammed out his fridge freezer in the back
room. All the youngsters then merrily rode the postie bike around the
grounds and thankfully the flood water had drained away leaving the ground
dry so both Rowan and Luigi could pitch their tent and lay out their
sleeping bags, all nicely clean and fresh before John and I began cooking
the barbecue lunch whilst the women prepared the veggies in the kitchen.
Having two vehicles here enabled everyone to be seated albeit a bit cramped
in the Land Rover for the drive to Turpin's falls for every one of us to go
skinnydipping. As it turned out, every one of us was strong swimmers
including Rowan and Luigi and we all swam comfortably across the lake and
back before lounging about in the cool water. This truly was a sight and a
half, especially seeing both Dylan's and Dylanne's lengthy manes flowing
like veils in the water fuelling memories of the years our group spent
skinnydipping and swimming naked around the island, an activity doubtless
Melvin would be thoroughly enjoying come the English Summer and there's
also young Richard who's transformation into a she-male was unbelievably
stunning having also developed a monstrously huge cock that he now has to
wear male Australian nylon Eyeline swim briefs now just to contain his
package with a colour matching swimsuit bra for his two piece swimsuit, he
sometimes wears his black see through one piece swimsuit now in the river
which really suits his female form nicely, he must have a wardrobe full of
them by now judging by the number of times he sleeps in them between the
nylon tricot bed sheets which he tells me has a most amazing caress on his
nipples and the bared head of his rock hard cock through the tented out see
through nylon lycra thereby giving him shit loads of wet dreams.

After returning from Turpin's creek, we all stripped naked and stood around
the garden sprinkler for a quick shower then dried off and still remained
naked putting up the decorations whilst John installed the satellite dish
and connected it to a fully unlocked satellite box connected to the
widescreen TV. I envisaged him having to buy a second TV to use as the
computer screen to avoid arguments between the TV and the computer. That
night everyone had the most amazing orgy of sex imaginable and hardly slept
a wink when by morning the whole house reeked of the smells of sex, sweat
and teen boy smells not to mention that all the nylon tricot bed sheets
needed washing. It was Christmas Eve.

The adventures continue.