Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2014 13:23:04 +0100 From: Vintage Speedoboy Subject: Spitfire summer part 2. Spitfire summer part 2 The continuation of the story of the summer of 1940 as seen through the eyes of a boy, this is entirely a work of fiction. By Vintagespeedoboy. Shortly after the May day bank holiday camp, Winston Churchill became prime minister of the coalition government on the same day as the battle of France began on the 10th of May, in his famous speech 3 days later all he could offer us was blood, toil, sweat & tears, the following day was the formation of the 'Local defence volunteers' later to be known as the home guard, men who were too old for military service answered the call including John, my 17 year old elder brother who's birthday was the day after joined them, only 2 men wore uniforms on that first parade, one was Captain Seddon the town clerk, he was aged 60 with grey & brown hair, brown eyes of a slim build, his uniform looked impeccably smart with his polished Sam Browne belt & leather holster containing his Webley & Scott .455" service revolver. The other man wearing his uniform was Colour sergeant Bourne the local butcher, aged 55 he was a large strong man standing 6ft with broad shoulders, he too wore his uniform impeccably smart bearing his Lee Enfield number 1 service rifle, these were the only 2 firearms on parade that day to defend the town apart from whoever owned shotguns. That first meeting was conducted in St Josephs church hall, my brother looked smartly turned out in his suit with polished shoes & finely combed hair looking a lot smarter that when he attends church, in attendance was Sergeant Hargis the station sergeant at the police station in his uniform displaying his whistle chain, a bulldog jawed large built Scotsman aged 55, he was here to make an announcement at the request of Captain Seddon, as a policeman his was a reserved occupation, John my elder brother worked in the bicycle shop & using their contacts had ordered the parts for the 147cc Francis Barnett model 4 twin port of 1928 vintage with 2 speed transmission & successfully got the machine running, applied for a log book & taxed the machine, all he was waiting for was the machine's petrol ration book all thanks to the efforts of Captain Seddon & his old boy network who requested that the machine be available as a dispatch machine until their ordered M 20 motorcycle arrived from BSA, John was also nominated to be their dispatch rider that day. Sergeant Hargis spoke authoritatively in his broad Scottish accent requesting if anyone knew the whereabouts of old Bert the poacher to either contact himself or Captain Seddon, for a moment my world fell apart thinking. 'What the hell has he gone & done?" There were long faces on parade with silence for a few moments before the sergeant walked up to my brother saying. "John Holmes, I am aware that you know the whereabouts of Bert, he's been providing your family with their fare as indeed he has others in this town, either you tell me right now or Captain Seddon will have you court martialled & I will have you right up before the beak!" "You'll have to speak to my younger brother sergeant; he's the boy who's watching us," the copper's piercing gaze from his steely blue eyes cut through me like daggers hitting me like a thunderbolt, fear racked through my body as he bellowed out. "Come here you sniveling little toe rag!" as he beckoned me over with his hand. I walked over to him & his voice now became pleasant saying. "Young man, our friend Bert has not done anything wrong, it is very important that he comes here tonight, he has skills which right now are in demand for training these men and he has served in the army, now will you go & fetch him right away & don't come back without him!" I mounted my bicycle when his voice again bellowed out, "Oi sonny! Go on that bloody motorbike & you'll get there a lot quicker." Fortunately John told me what all the controls did having read up on the instruction handbook & watched my brother start the machine, I had to make it look as though I could handle that machine competently as fear of the unknown racked through my mind, I started the machine on the first kick & sat on it, that was the easy bit, now comes the first hard bit, I pulled in the clutch & selected first gear, pointed the machine where I needed to go, gave it some throttle as I fed in the clutch, that went well as the machine accelerated through the gear & I changed up into second, I became exhilarated as I rode through the streets with the scenery looking like it was passing by at the magic ton (100 m.p.h) & not having a speedometer fitted didn't help matters, this gear suited riding through the streets until I turned left at a crossroads & nearly hit a car. As I sped away I could just about hear the shouts from the driver over the exhaust noise, a couple of more bends & now the main road to Benson's farm where I opened the throttle fully. The bike sped along the road at a guessed 50 m.p.h with the wind blasting into my eyes making them stream until I slowed down to take the unsurfaced tracks leading to bluebell woods until I arrived at our bivouac site, leaned the bike against a tree, took out my Joseph Hudson referees whistle & gave it 6 long blasts with every ounce of breath I could muster from my lungs, those deafening ear splitting rattling blasts penetrated the woodlands which was our agreed emergency signal, I waited to a count of 60 before giving the whistle another series of blasts, after 3 more sets of whistle blasts I heard the satisfying bang some distance away from Bert's gun, lit up a cigarette & waited. As Bert walked up to me he asked, "What's all the panic about? I hope you haven't come here to tell me we've been invaded." "No, it's nothing like that, they're forming the local defence volunteers & want you at the church hall right away," as I mounted the motorcycle & started it up he uttered. "You expect me to get on the back of that contraption, they're too bloody dangerous!" I bellowed at Bert over the noise of the machine. "For god's sake I haven't got time to argue, get on that bloody bike! They're waiting for you!" Bert hefted his large haversack & as he mounted the pillion box seat he replied. "I suppose we all have to do our bit." I replied in a stern voice. "You just bloody well hang on & I'll get you there!" We arrived at the church hall to be greeted by Captain Seddon & Sergeant Hargis, the officer opened the conversation saying. "Corporal Hoskins, good of you to join us, I just need you to take this bible & swear the oath that's on the card." "Bert remarked. "This is like the press gangs from days gone by." Sergeant Hargis said authoritatively. "If you don't swear that oath I will personally plant a size 12 boot in your balls." Captain Seddon barked out. "Gentlemen, we cannot have conflict among us, this is a bloody serious business, if we do not become an effective unit soon! Quite possibly our country & our way of life will disappear forever, WE ARE ABOUT TO BE INVADED!" I watched as Bert proudly swore the oath of allegiance becoming Corporal Hoskins aged 62 years of the local defence volunteers that day, when Captain Seddon barked out about us being invaded I almost became a frightened child, I couldn't dare show this & had to compose myself, the Germans had taken Denmark & Norway, they were fighting in France & if the French lose their country we stand alone with our backs to the wall with only 22 miles of sea separating us from them, 6 days later Churchill gave his 'Be ye men of valour' speech.' I learned to ride the motorcycle properly during that month, it was a case of having to, although I enjoyed riding it during the nice sunny weather I had to watch the petrol ration, Mr. Britton proved helpful in this regard in purloining the occasional gallon of aviation fuel, this had to be mixed with ordinary petrol because of the high octane, the bike ran really well on this but became plagued with a problem which I learned about the hard way. The bike conked out on me & I went into a house to ask for assistance, the man living there took out the spark plug with a spanner & said. "Look at this my lad, that's what you call a plug whisker; it's a build up of lead across the electrode," he just flicked it off with a small screwdriver, replaced the plug & I was on my way, the whiskering plug syndrome became the bane of two strokes & using SAE 30 (Handbook says to use Castrol XL) engine oil which required shaking the can like hell to mix it at 16 to 1 with the fuel also meant frequent decokes. Our scout troop went on the summer bank holiday weekend on the same day that operation dynamo commenced which was the evacuation of troops from Dunkirk, parked at the farm were 2 spitfires entirely painted in duck egg blue paint, they were partially covered with sacks underneath camouflage nets, the fuel bowser was parked right next to the farmhouse & the fences were removed to allow enough distance for the runway, apart from the RAF presence it was still a working farm so fences had to be erected to allow the cattle to graze. Once again we were blessed with good weather for the weekend which was a blessing as we slept once again in open ended bivouacs, once again the war seemed like a million miles away until we watched one of the blue spitfires take off, we were swimming in the river when it passed low overhead with its evocative roar. I had the job of going to the farmhouse to fill up the water containers from an old cast iron hand pump at the farmhouse, for this I used the troop's trek cart, this is a small hand cart which can be dismantled enabling it to be taken over obstacles, whilst at the farmhouse a young RAF airman of about 18 joined me in filling a water container, after a brief introduction I asked him about getting a small container of oil for the bike, he pointed out his tent telling me to return in about an hour. I returned to the tent giving it a tap & he popped out holding a 2 pint can of 30 grade oil and asked me. "What are you doing for the next hour?" "Nothing," I replied, he then asked. "How about a nice cup of tea?" "That's a good idea," he went to the canteen van returning with 2 cups of tea, as we sipped our cups he said to me. "You look like a fine young lad; I've got what you want now you can do something for me." "And what might that be?" I asked detecting the change in his voice & seeing that he sprang a boner underneath his blue battledress trousers I immediately guessed, showing him my boner in my school PE shorts & stroking it, I asked him. "Is there anywhere we can go?" we walked to the old barn entering it finding a quiet corner hugging & kissing each other before dropping his trousers & my shorts & stroking each others cocks. The airman's cock was the same size as mine & he gasped when he saw it saying. "That's a lovely one for a boy of your age," his cock only leaked a small bead of pre cum unlike mine which was spewing it out & dripping onto the floor, both our cocks were rock hard, he wanted mine inside his hole & my Vaseline was in my pack, fortunately he had a tin & lubed us up before I pushed my cock inside which went straight in, I was so worked up as I pounded into him that I shot several squirts of cum inside him in seconds. It was his turn to fuck me, after lubing up he pushed slowly into me saying. "God you're really tight for a young one." Thankfully he knew what to do & waited before pounding into me as his cock became rampant before swelling up & blasting about a half dozen squirts of his cum inside me with very powerful contractions, our afterglows were fantastic before he said. "You had better empty that stuff out from your bottom before you go back to your troop, the latrines are over there," as he pointed in the general direction, I went there & dumped his spunk before returning to his tent where we both smoked cigarettes & chatted. I returned to my troop when the scoutmaster bellowed out. "What kept you? You were a long time in that RAF camp!" Showing him the tin of oil I said in a loud voice. "It took him a long time to find it." That night we were woken up by another aircraft taking off which wasn't a spitfire, it had high mounted coffin shaped wings & powered by a large radial engine which flew over the woods a lot higher than the spitfire, I knew that aircraft was a Westland Lysander, when I asked about it whilst fetching water from the farmhouse I was immediately taken to the CO's tent to stand before him as he lectured me saying very authoritatively, "You did not see that plane & I want you to tell the others the same from me, we all have to do our bit & that means keeping secrets, telling someone could cost lives, do I make myself clear!" I had just received a very stern lecture far worse than any given by my headmaster & he was right, I had to tell the rest of the troop the same thing, as I arrived with the trek cart carrying the water containers we watched a large flotilla of large cabin cruiser boats pass by along the river most of which were manned by sailors, the following week we listened to the BBC's 9 o clock news on the wireless to Winston Churchill when he delivered his speech, 'We shall fight on the beaches', a solemn silence went right through our house as we looked at each other when he said those words. 'We shall never surrender!' A few minutes later sergeant Hargis knocked on the door asking for me, he had arrived in his car holding a large haversack saying. "Sonny get on that motorbike & take this to Wembley, there's film in that can which must not be opened & they want it right away, here's your route map, an order allowing you to draw fuel from any garage & your authority." as he handed me a huge leather wallet, I was now facing a 100 mile round trip on the motorcycle through the night on unlit roads with no signposts with a masked headlight & fortunately I didn't crash. After a cup of tea whilst John fuelled & checked the bike over fitting a new plug I was off, every check point along the way waved me through, even though it was early June & I wore thick heavy clothing with gauntlets my hands froze with the cold night air, when I finally arrived at Wembley's guardroom, I couldn't hold the mug of strong sweet tea I was given & minutes later I was in excruciating pain as the circulation returned to my hands, the film canister was collected immediately & after the tea with a slice of cake I was fast asleep in a bunk. The following morning I had a full breakfast in the cookhouse which required me to sign the casual meals register & produce the leather wallet, I was fed well that morning & after refueling at their POL point I was on my way home with a highly enjoyable ride in nice sunny weather & a day off school. When I attended school the next day I was summoned to the headmaster's study expecting another lecture for missing school without a note, instead he congratulated my on my exploit & for doing my bit telling me to keep it a secret. Jack came up to me in the playground saying. "I saw you on that motorbike the other day when you nearly hit that car, that bike's a Fanny Barnet, the books you took are also for a Fanny Barnet, it was you who took that bike, wasn't it?" "Jack! Listen to me; it's my brother's bike, yes I was riding it but it's not what you think, there's a big flap on & I had to ride it on some urgent war work, that's all I can tell you." "Where did you go on it?" "Listen Jack, I've been sworn to secrecy, that means I can't tell anyone so please drop it!" "I bet it's to do with the blue spitfires at Benson's farm." "Oh for god's sake will you shut up! Haven't you seen the posters, careless talk costs lives? We all have to do our bit." "I was hoping perhaps I might have a go on it," as he looked at me with a forlorn look. "It might be possible, just don't hold your breath, I have to be really careful now as the cops know all about the bike." "How about coming with me to the old house at lunchtime?" "Yeah, I'll come with you." We entered the shed & bolted the door, I saw that he popped a boner inside his shorts & saw me gazing at it when he asked. "I want you to do me," as he dropped his shorts & underwear, I took hold of his 5 inch cock slowly stroking it before he took down my shorts & silk trunks gazing at them for a moment asking. "Where did you get them from? They're really sexy." "I got them last year on scout camp; give you the address if you want." We wanked each others cocks until we both shot our spunk onto the floor, Jacks shot about 4 jets of watery spunk whilst mine which leaked & dripped pre-cum onto the floor shot about 8 huge jets about 5-6 feet leaving a long pool on the floor as Jack looked on in amazement saying. "Christ! You don't half shoot a big load." We stayed around smoking cigarettes before returning to school. Two weeks had passed by before we heard another one of Churchill's rousing speeches on the wireless & the opening words really hit home when he said. "What General Weygand said that the battle of France is over, the battle of Britain is about to begin," these were the opening words to his famous 'This was their finest hour' speech, we had taken 338.000 men off the beaches at Dunkirk leaving all their equipment behind giving us what's left of the British expeditionary force to defend our country with them very short of equipment. The following day saw the entire school assembled outside in the playground with prefects checking we all had our gas masks, we've had several drills like this except this one was a total surprise even to the teachers when suddenly the headmaster produced a wooden rattle holding it above his head sounding it. As soon as I saw that rattle I put on my gas mask as did a number of others but too many kids were far too slow to react as were some of the teachers, he became likened to a bull being shown the red flag bellowing out. "Gentlemen, that was a bloody shambles, if that happened for real a lot of you would now be dead, the Germans will not be warning us if they drop poison gas, we are now going to rehearse these drills until every one of you can do it quickly & efficiently automatically without any hesitation!" The whole school was in a state of shock at this event, boys had after school jobs to do & every one of them would be late, he was definitely flexing his muscles & did not allow anyone to leave these sessions early, he was the one in charge & meant it, 3 days later the armistice was signed ending the battle of France, now England now stood alone. The battle of Britain was fought entirely in the air & started on the 10th of July with the Luftwaffe attacking convoys in the English Channel followed by ports, harbours & coastal areas a day later, during that month our scout troop went around with the trek cart collecting any old aluminium pots, pans & any scrap aluminium which could be melted down to build aircraft, Churchill had formed a new department called the Ministry of aircraft production & placed Lord Beaverbrook in charge, the odds were stacked against us with our 600 plus aircraft against the Germans 2,500 plus. We watched the newsreels at the cinema covering Dunkirk, the local defence volunteers, the bombing of our convoys in the channel with the RAF defending the convoys shooting down German aircraft &c; we even saw camera gun footage at the cinema. I took Jack out on the Fanny Barnet for a ride out to Bluebell woods & taught him to ride it along the unsurfaced lane leading to the woods where no one could see us, he learned how to co ordinate the use of the throttle & clutch when moving off very quickly & mastered gear changes soon after that, I took him to our bivouac site where we sat & talked for a while smoking cigarettes before the conversation turned to sex at which we both sprang boners. Jack took his shorts down first saying. "Look what I'm wearing!" he was also wearing a pair of silk swimming trunks beaming a big smile saying. "These are fantastic, I feel so good wearing them," I felt his cock through the silk as he sighed before taking them down & sucking his cock, his cock kept twitching powerfully inside my mouth before it suddenly swelled up & squirted 5 gushes of his spunk which I swallowed, his orgasm was so intense he was screaming & writhing begging me to stop as he almost fell over. After we rested I lubed him up & slowly pushed my cock inside his hole letting it settle, It was twitching with strong pulses frequently as my pre-cum leaked deep inside him, I lit up 2 cigarettes passing one to Jack which tamed my cock somewhat so I could last longer inside him, I pumped into him slowly & gently with my cock nudging his little love button inside giving him intense sensations when suddenly his cock shot out a single large blast of watery spunk like a water pistol & his hole grabbed my cock triggering it to fire several huge squirts of cum deep inside him. He said. "Jimbo that felt fantastic, I've never shot a load like that before & had those feelings like I've just had, we must do this again sometime." "Tell you what, how about a sleepover out here under canvas on Saturday, you've got camping kit so we'll make a night of it then," he thought for a moment & said. "Love to." "You can ride the bike back with me on the back as a treat," we hugged & kissed each other before returning home. It was on the ride back that we saw our first German aircraft, a Heinkel HE111 flying low with a hurricane chasing it, it fired its guns which sounded like calico tearing & a fireball erupted from the left engine as bits flew off the aircraft, Jack stopped the bike so we could watch the drama unfolding. I saw a long white cloth displayed from the cockpit canopy & the aircraft made a tight turn over the other side of the woods with its engines roaring before they throttled back & the landing gear dropped, that's when we realized that it was trying to land at Benson's farm, I said in a highly excited voice, "Quick Jack, get us into the woods near the farm!" When we arrived we saw it on the runway with its left wing detached lying on the ground & the fire truck putting out the fire, there was an airman pointing a rifle at several figures seated on the ground with their hands on their heads like chastised schoolboys when Jack said. "Looks like they won't be going home today." I replied. "I reckon he must be a good pilot to have brought it down there, I bet he's got kids at home just like us." The headmaster addressed the whole school during assembly the following day saying. "Listen everyone, there is every possibility of battles being fought in the skies with aircraft which may be a very thrilling event to watch, I have to warn every one of you now that should such battles take place in the skies overhead they will be shooting at each other with machine guns as well as our troops firing at them with anti aircraft guns. During such battles there will be debris falling off aircraft, bullets & casings will end up hitting the ground, shrapnel from exploding shells & aircraft crashing, I therefore spell out that it is not safe for you to watch these battles in the sky therefore you must take shelter". This added an unknown fear factor, the thought of being hit by a bullet or some other object falling from the sky was very real, someone had obviously thought about it & had the headmaster tell us, I popped into the public toilets in the park after scouts one evening & sat on the toilet, tucked into the toilet roll holder was an erotic paperback book, as I read it the story was about a boy of my age who fucked loads of mature women with a huge cock, I immediately thought about Tim with his huge cock & got hard whilst sat on the seat, I slowly stroked my cock whilst reading the book, pre-cum flowed out of my cock all over my hand when something made me look at the hole. ! saw an eye & jumped in surprise when a finger came through the hole beckoning me to it, having heard Tim's story about this hole I wanted to try it & came here numerous times before coming to the conclusion that it was pure fantasy, I couldn't get my cock through the hole fast enough when a mouth covered my cock, his tongue licked all over the head & felt awesome when he licked my piss slit as he sucked on it. Those feelings rapidly built up as I felt the spunk rise up my cock & when I shot my spunk the feelings were so intense I was almost screaming wishing for him to stop as I writhed around inside the cubicle before ending up seated on the toilet with such an awesome afterglow I must have sat there for ages before I lit up a cigarette, when I finished it, I pulled up my silk trunks & shorts, took the book & went home with a piece of paper which said. 'Same time next week'. As I lay in my bed that night, I continued reading the book by torchlight with my cock as hard as iron constantly twitching & pulsing with pre-cum flowing into my silk trunks, my cock was so hard the head pushed through the foreskin & the feel of the silk on the glans was sensational, with the constant sensations, the rampant twitching & by now the huge wetness in my trunks, those feelings suddenly built up to an awesome climax as gush after gush of spunk flooded into my trunks. I had to creep downstairs & hand wash all the liquids from my trunks using hot water & a bar of carbolic soap before wringing them out & placing them onto a towel on my bedroom window sill, I put on another pair which I had since sent away for by post & went to sleep. I woke up early for my milk round with Mr. Britton, the traction engine was away being repaired & in its place was a flat bed open cab Crossley 20/25 truck of 1914 vintage, it had lain inside a shed at Badnell's scrap yard for many years until mechanics started working on it one day & got it back on the road, behind the canvas covered open cab was a large canister device called an Imbert gas generator, this produced wood gas which enabled its normally petrol fuelled 4 cylinder engine to run although it was initially started on petrol. This device produced gas by partially burning wood which explained the large number of sacks of firewood on board, as the truck didn't have a starter the engine had to be started by a starting handle & there was only one man in the town that could start it which was Stanley Shaw, its 65 year old driver & owner of Shaws transport. I took the milk book & money pouch from the office as Mr. Shaw motioned with his hand saying. "Come on lad, jump in & you'll have to show me the way round." As he drove the truck through the town an ethereal loud whine emanated from the transmission which echoed through the quiet streets when he said. "Watch me change gear," & showed me how to double declutch through every gear change. We completed the milk round & I received my wages from Mr. Britton & was just about to ride home when Mr. Shaw asked, "Fancy a ride to the farm, I just got to drop these milk churns off," as he finished loading the truck. He drove to Benson's farm & unloaded the empty churns & on our way back the truck lost power, the gas generator fuel was almost spent & we just managed to make it to a lay by. We waited for the generator to cool down enough to allow refueling it during which we drank tea from his flask, with the morning warming up I took off my jacket & jumper, rolled up my shirt sleeves & lit up a cigarette, he gazed at my form with the light fuzz on my arms & legs before gently stroking my thighs with his hand as his ministrations gave me a huge boner, he saw this in my shorts with the wet patch becoming larger as the minutes ticked away. By now my silk trunks were soaked with the constantly flowing juices from my rampant cock which kept twitching like mad making my bulge pulse visibly when he said. "For a very nice looking young lad you've got one hell of a nice prick tucked inside there, I would like to give you a good time," I was so worked up I got out of the cab between the truck & the hedge, took down my shorts & trunks waiting for him as my rock hard cock dripped pre-cum onto the ground, he came to me, took out his large cock, knelt down & sucked mine whilst he wanked his slowly. Within a couple of minutes those feelings built up & my cock squirted several jets of spunk into his mouth before the climax became so intense I was almost screaming & writhing as I felt several warm jets of his spunk hit my legs before running down them to my socks, having wiped myself down & pulled up my trunks I sat in the cab with a euphoric afterglow smoking another cigarette as the last remnants of my spunk soaked my already pre-cum soaked trunks. After collecting my bicycle I rode through the town on my way home becoming painfully aware that others must be seeing the huge wet patch on my shorts before stopping at the park, sitting down in the toilet & taking a shit followed a few minutes later with a voice saying. "Hey boy!" As soon as I heard that my cock became rock hard with pre-cum flowing out & dripping onto my shorts as I stood up placing my cock through the hole, once again his mouth encircled my cock with his tongue working its magic on the head, this time it was taking a lot longer for those feelings to build up in my cock when his voice said. "Psst, unbutton your shirt & stroke your nipples with your fingers." I did as he asked & when I stroked my nipples I felt an awesome tingling in both my balls & the tip of my cock before those feelings quickly built up & I shot a few more squirts of spunk into the waiting mouth with intense sensations. I sat back down smoking another cigarette in the afterglow when suddenly an object came over the dividing wall landing on the floor; inside the paper bag was another erotic paperback book & a 10 shilling note. I arrived home for lunch after which I rode to the grocers with mum's shopping list, my rucksack & the ration books before returning home with the shopping emptying my rucksack & packing it for the overnight camp out in the woods, called round to Jack's house & made sure he was packed as well before going on my paper round. Having finished that, I returned home for my evening meal before lashing my gas cape & groundsheet onto the bike's rack when Jack called, he too had his rucksack with him & his gas cape & groundsheet lashed onto his bike. We rode to the woods & this time we chose another place to erect our bivouac a lot further inside erecting it as the usual flat basha amongst a copse of saplings taking our time camouflaging both our shelter & the bikes before laying out our groundsheets & bed rolls. Jack walked back with me a short distance & viewed our handiwork in awe as I asked. "What do you think of that Jack?" "It's truly amazing, I'm having a hard job to see it even though we both know its there, I'm going to enjoy my sleepover with you tonight." We both dropped our shorts & silk trunks as our cocks became hard, I lubed up Jacks cock & my hole giving him the first fuck, he pushed his cock inside me & pounded into me stroking his nipples like I told him to, within seconds I felt a huge single blast of his spunk gush deep inside me as he carried on pounding me with his cock which kept nudging my love button inside making me feel I was constantly on the point of shooting out a load. My cock blasted out a huge single squirt of spunk which flew several feet making a long pool on the ground shortly followed by a fusillade of huge long blasts about a minute later with feelings of such intensity I was almost screaming with pleasure. This resulted in my hole grabbing onto Jacks cock triggering him to fire a series of huge squirts deep inside me as he screamed out. "Jimbo oh Jimbo fucking hell aaargg." We both lay down with awesome afterglows & feelings of fulfillment smoking a cigarette each with all the birdsong around us when our piece was disturbed by a buzzing noise, I immediately saw a stag beetle in flight & so did Jack, he didn't like them & scurried like a rabbit inside the shelter as I uttered out with a loud voice. "Jack! What the hell's up? It's only a stag beetle for god's sake, it won't hurt you." "I fucking hate them, they're horrible & they've got pincers," blurted Jack. "Has one ever bitten you?" "Can't say that I have." "Well then, what's all the fuss about, we are after all out in the countryside, we're here to enjoy ourselves." After a mug of tea with biscuits we retired for a good night's sleep to be met the following morning with Bert sitting outside our shelter. We cooked & ate our breakfasts of corned beef & omelette washed down with tea when Bert said to us. "I want both you boys to be quiet & come with me; I have something very special to show you which is a miracle of nature." We followed Bert about 200 yards when he stopped us pointing to a moving mass up a tree, it looked both fearsome & beautiful at the same time with lots of them flying around the main mass, Bert said to us. "Boys, you are looking at one of the wonders of nature itself, what you are seeing is a swarm of bees." "I said. "It's so beautiful, only god could create such beauty." "Now boys, there's important war work to be done, I want one of you to go & fetch Mr. Benson & his bee keepers, that swarm needs a new home which Mr. Benson will kindly provide." All I could think about was honey & Mr. Benson's was the best, my thoughts went to the number of times I must have cycled over to him to buy a jar, I loved it in tea with Fussells condensed milk, I knew in my heart we were doing the right thing for our community, Jack tore off like a hare to the farm & within the hour Mr. Benson had arrived with his bee keepers & relocated the swarm into bee skeps on his farm, he cheerfully looked at us with a smiling expression before giving us a 2 jar of honey each with a big thank you. We struck camp & went home where I recounted the story of the bee swarm to mum & produced the jar; she looked at me with a look of surprise before saying. "Jimmy, you've done something right for once," & gave me a huge kiss & a hug saying. "Thank you." Something kept drawing me to a walking stick in the local secondhand shop, I had been in there on numerous occasions looking for a bargain & this stick was amongst his stock of others which he had for sale, the stock of which constantly changed but this one remained there like a stuck leech, my curiosity got the better of me & called in after school, I picked it up & immediately noticed it weighed heavier than the others on display, when I unscrewed the end cap I immediately saw the brass tube inside & the built in ramrod on the cap, I found that the handle unscrewed revealing the valve mechanism, on closer inspection of the handle I found a button, slowly I realized what this was, it was a Victorian air cane. The end plate was stamped SSSG, I took the ruler from my haversack & measured the bore of the tube at a quarter of an inch; I knew this was no 3 bore air gun pellet size & asked the shopkeeper. "How much do you want for this?" knowing that this was what I needed to bring down a pheasant, thoughts flooded my mind as to whether it would still work, I had to try. "That ones two quid lad," two quid was a lot of money which meant he obviously knew what he had. "I'll take it, just need to go to the post office & fetch your money," I rode furiously to the post office, drew out two quid, returned to the shop to see the cane on the counter & a cardboard box, this contained the pump, the maker's instructions & a tin of shot, I bought it & now had a sense of euphoria knowing that I now had something which could bag me a bird. I put the box in my haversack & tied the cane to the crossbar, done my paper round, had my evening meal & rode to Bluebell woods. I arrived there to find Bert sat on a tree, he was now wearing his home guard uniform with an American P14 service rifle slung over his shoulder, he sported a recent haircut & was clean shaven, his large mess tin was suspended over a small open fire & when our gazes met he asked. "Jimbo, how about a cup of tea?" "Yes please, I've got something to show you, will you please take a look at it?" He perused over the cane unscrewing both halves & the end cap with its built in ramrod & closely inspecting the bore, opened the box & studied the instructions, studied the air chamber which formed the rear half of the cane which screws onto the barrel, fitted the pump & pumped the air chamber up fully before removing it & listening carefully for leaks, satisfied he refitted the air chamber, loaded a shot into the barrel using the ramrod, cocked the firing mechanism with its key, aimed it at a discarded tin can nearby, took aim & pressed the button. The cane erupted with a loud pop & the tin clunked as it suddenly shot off from its position on the ground, we walked up to the tin to find the shot went right through it, as I gazed at the tin I uttered. "Bloody hell!" "You've got a good one there; remember it's a smooth bore so it's only good for close range, you'll have to stalk your bunny before you shoot it, as for bagging a pheasant at night, it's just the job, you will have to check the air chamber holds pressure & the best way to do that is put it in water & watch for bubbles, well done Jim." We drank our tea & I pumped up the air chamber realizing this is purely a single shot for each charge of air, reassembled the gun & loaded a shot before we went looking for a bunny, putting into practice the lessons Bert taught me, I stalked along the hedgerow making sure the breeze blew towards me, I carefully & quietly laid down for a roughly 25 yard shot, took careful aim & fired. The rabbit leaped up into the air uttering a loud squealing & ran a few paces before lying on the ground, I ran to it seeing that it was still breathing finding my shot went through its shoulder, I picked up the bunny & finished its life with a powerful chop behind the head, I had shot my first bunny for the pot with a gun that didn't require a licence, when I got home mum made me skin & gut it before putting it in the fridge knowing that tomorrows meal would be a rabbit & vegetable stew, I had to show her the gun of course. We took our Bronze medallion lifesaving tests at the pool just before we broke up for the summer holidays my partner during the test was Tim, with the close personal contact with each other whilst in the water both of us kept popping boners in our trunks, our examiner was a long since retired woman PE teacher who conducted the exam strictly & to the book although she was fair, how she never said anything to us on the odd occasions when we had to exit the pool sporting boners in our trunks remains a testimonial to her professionalism & us wondering if she left the pool in wet panties on her way home after seeing a group of nearly naked teenage boys for most of the morning, we all passed with flying colours although we did hear the changes in her voice as she gave us our final congratulations. The following weekend I took Tim for an overnight camp in the woods, he too was well kitted out for camping & knowing we'll be having sex together I thought about his huge cock wondering if he can get it inside my bottom, for cooking he brought along a collapsible Primus 96 pressure stove which he saved up for, this is a lovely piece of kit which is well made in brass using paraffin (kerosene) as it's main fuel & requires the burner head to be pre heated with methylated alcohol, the other surprise was that he had the new issue aluminium 2 part rectangular mess tins in which the smaller pan nested inside the larger one, this item of kit impressed me a lot, it was a lot lighter & more compact than the D shaped items, the drawback, which is insignificant was you required a separate mug for your brew. Our food for the camp consisted of tinned soups, powdered eggs, corned beef, small Hovis miniature loaves, tea, honey & condensed milk leading me to think that his family is no doubt well placed, he carried his kit inside a proper alpine rucksack & like me he had both army groundsheet & gas cape, we cycled to the previous spot deep inside the woods & erected our shelter using both our pairs of poles, he quickly dug our water trench before we camouflaged our shelter & bikes before laying out our groundsheets & bedding. As it was a warm night we both stripped naked inside our shelter lying on our bedrolls with birdsong all around us confident that no one could see our naked forms, it didn't take long for us to get erections & fondle each others cocks, Tim wanted his cock right inside me straight away, I passed him the Vaseline & he lubed us up, moved the bedrolls out of the way & with me on all fours he slowly opened me up with his fingers before I felt the head of his leaking rampant huge cock touching the entrance to my bottom which felt awesome He pushed it in ever so slowly with his cock hurting me as it went in making very small thrusts as he went, after some minutes I was feeling pure pleasure & really full like I was trying to push a huge log of shit down the pan, with every thrust his cock did wonderful things to my love button making my cock feel like it's about to blast, a flow of pre-cum like I've never experienced before kept flowing from my cock onto my groundsheet, he finally got his huge cock inside me balls deep which too was flooding his juices inside me with powerful twitching & almost on the point of blasting a huge load inside me when he lit up 2 cigarettes passing me one, We smoked them & I felt his twitching subside making us last longer, as soon as the effects of the head rush wore off I shot a huge single squirt of spunk onto the groundsheet triggering Tim's huge cock to blast a huge deluge of spunk inside me as my spunk shot out with several huge squirts onto the groundsheet with us screaming in pure ecstasy at the intensity of our orgasms. It was Tim's patience & skill which got his huge throbbing prick inside me, a skill like that could only come from the experience of being taught by a highly experienced elder which had to be someone really good at his game, we were having such an awesome afterglow with awesome feelings of fulfillment we were kissing, fondling making love with lots of dirty talk for ages & we forgot to make our nightcap until it was almost dark. I lit up the Tommy's cooker & boiled enough water to make the Horlicks which Tim had brought along mixing it with powdered milk & sweetened with honey under the light of his torch using a green filter expecting any second to hear a voice booming out. "Put that light out!" No such voice boomed out & we slowly drank our Horlicks with biscuits before finally entering our bedrolls under the light of his torch to fall asleep. During the night our shelter received its baptism of fire from the heavens when a deluge of rain came down with a spectacular thunderstorm, we both huddled closely together in foetal positions so as to place as much of our bodies inside the shelter, fortunately the shelter kept us dry & Tim's trenches done their job of keeping the water away, as the storm died down we fell asleep. We awoke to the sound of gunfire & loud bangs at dawn thinking we've been invaded, as luck would have it our local home guard were having a training exercise with the RAF, the soldiers walked beside our camp with blackened faces except for one, it was Bert wearing his ghillie suit with sacking wrapped around his rifle looking like the beast from hell, his section of 10 men moved to a nearby clearing to sit in a group whilst Bert took off his ghillie head gear & addressed his men with my brother amongst them, he had his section brewing up tea whilst he came over asking. "Jimbo, I want to show these men how you've constructed your shelter, they're having tea now & I'll bring them over in a tick." Tim assembled, primed & lit his Primus which burned with a roaring hiss with a blue/red flame, made the omelette whilst I brewed up the tea & ate our breakfasts of omelette & corned beef sandwiches washed down with honey sweetened tea with condensed milk, OMG, this had to he the best tea I've brewed up & Tim said likewise. With the group now gathered around our shelter, Bert inspected it before delivering his lecture saying. "Gentlemen, what we have here is an excellent example of a camouflaged two man flat bivouac shelter constructed out of a pair of issue rain capes, points to note are the single length of twine from the centre of the roof to the overhanging branch, note the trench which they've dug which channeled water away during last nights storm, note how they've tied both capes together with slip knots, note they're use of local natural materials in the use of camouflage, these two boys are local scouts, are there any questions? & feel free to look at their shelter." I asked the group a very pertinent question asking. "How close did you get to our shelter before anyone spotted it? The group only to answer," Bert remained silent all through their discussion which my brother opened with. "I didn't see it until I was almost there," another one said. "Probably from about 10 yards & I couldn't be sure what was there," another one said. "I was in the last lot & had that been a machine gun post we would all be dead," after which the group became silent with long faces. Bert continued the discussion saying. "Gentlemen, the Germans will be sending over battle hardened troops, none of them are part time civilians like us, we have to deceive the bastards, use whatever tricks we can in defending ourselves, as a poacher of many years experience as some of you know, I want to send a clear message to Hitler that it's going to be our boys who will put him in the bag, hopefully that will be me," as a roar of laughter went up from the section. Captain Seddon joined the group with a RAF flight lieutenant, Bert took the salute before he addressed the men saying. "Gentlemen, we've all had a wet night out in the field, thankfully most of you did manage to remain dry, I see that our uninvited guests have prepared us an excellent exhibit, well done boys." The RAF officer addressed the group saying. "I want to thank you all for an excellent exercise which has taught us lessons which we'll address, I must thank these boys also for putting up such a wonderful exhibit which I will have photographed later on, Gentlemen I must say thank you," his gaze fell on Tim's primus with a mess tin on top & our food &c when he uttered. "Ah tea!" I asked. "Would you like us to make you a cup sir?" "That would be splendid," That's when I realized our water bottles were almost empty & Bert asked some of his troops to fill the mess tin from theirs as Tim re lit his Primus, after tea the problem cropped up as to who would fetch the camera when I pointed to my signalers badge, produced my pocket metal heliograph mirror & said to the RAF officer. "I can send a message to your boys with this," he gazed at me with a smile saying. "Jolly good show, come with me." We walked to the edge of the woods putting us in sight of the farm, took out the mirror, lined the reflection of the sun's spot on my chest with the area of the farm pointed out & flashed VE several times, he became impatient uttering. "What's keeping them?" when I saw the letter R flashed back & said, "They've sent a reply." I flashed. 'Please send ft lt Foyle his camera ASAP,' & received the letter R, followed by watching their BSA M20 motorcycle approaching with the camera & the rider producing it saying. "Here you are sir." "Young man, you've saved me an awful long walk, I could use a lad with your skills, you must tell me your name." "James Holmes sir, I'm a boy scout." "Yes, I heard about you, weren't you the lad who took our film canister to Wembley on a motorcycle?" "I was indeed sir." We walked back to our shelter where he took a series of photographs before we struck camp & rode home. We broke up for the school holidays & prepared for scout camp at Longridge farm in Buckinghamshire; this is a site beside the River Thames about three quarters of a mile from the town, our camp site would be on a large island about 300 yards long by 40 yards at its widest point, our 2 man tents had already arrived back from the makers dyed with camouflage, our journey would take us there by train. Tim's troop joined up with ours owing to their scoutmaster being called up which was a great help as they also had a trek cart plus I found another one the worse for wear being used for garden rubbish at a big house during bob a job week & managed to have it loaned to us, with 3 trek carts to carry our tents, equipment, kitbags &c, our troop's name was mud with the guard that day as we loaded our kit & trek carts into the guards compartment, owing to our experiences in competing in trek cart competitions which is run on similar lines to the Royal Navy's field gun competition, we could totally dismantle a trek cart inside of 10 seconds, to make space in the guards van we had to sit with our kitbags in the carriages. Fortunately the train wasn't packed & both Tim & myself had a compartment all to ourselves, luckily the carriage was the type which the compartments weren't connected by a corridor so no one could enter our compartment whilst the train was traveling, we both looked at each other with our hands stroking our hard cocks through our shorts anxiously waiting for the train to depart. As soon as it left the station our shorts & underwear came down in a flash, I positioned myself over the seat whilst Tim lubed us up, prepared my hole & slowly pushed his huge cock inside me; it went in a lot easier than last time & he slowly fucked me with a steady rhythm whilst we both smoked a cigarette. A newspaper which someone had left behind covered my seat & with the awesome sensations of Tim's huge cock pounding my hole massaging the love button inside, my cock was spewing my juices onto the newspaper, the fact that we were having really great sex on a train was highly exhilarating together with the feelings of love which seemed to flow from his organ together with his juices giving me a satisfying glow, I didn't last long as several huge blasts of spunk erupted from my cock with such a powerful orgasm I was almost screaming, my bottom was clamping onto his cock with powerful contractions which sent Tim over the edge as his cock flooded deep inside me with several huge gushes of warm spunk & powerful contractions which continued for ages as he screamed & writhed with the intensity of his orgasm before falling on the floor as his legs gave way. We passionately kissed, fondled & made love in our huge afterglows before we relaxed & smoked another cigarette, with the huge volume of Tim's spunk inside me I felt I badly needed to go for a shit & would have to hold it until our next stop where I rushed to the toilet & dumped the spunk down the pan, I had to run back out & just managed to catch the train before it departed. Having arrived at our destination we had to reassemble & load up the trek carts before leaving the station, in teams of 6 boys to each cart with a boy taking each of the axle ropes we made our way to the camp site before booking in & arriving at the boat jetty, our trek carts were required to remain on the mainland. Our kit was loaded onto a huge wooden clinker built rowing gig which we later learned was a ship's boat from the Discovery & used as the ferry, 6 of the strongest boys went with the first crossing with a sea scout of about 15 sculling the huge boat with a single oar over the stern as he expertly ferry glided the boat through all our crossings. We set up our camp on the far side of the island, part of which was cultivated for growing vegetables & after erecting our tents the sea scouts erected a camouflage net over our encampment, Tim had brought along his WW1 2 man US army pup tent which had one end open & we pitched it up, laid out our groundsheets & bedrolls, extended the tent with our gas capes before assisting the others in pitching their tents. We relaxed in the sun in just our shorts basking in the warming rays when we heard a continuous thunderous roar which became louder until the ear splitting roar of those 6 Rolls Royce Merlin engines shook the ground & deafened our eardrums, we all watched intently in awe as those 6 aircraft passed by low overhead with the sights & sounds thrilling us for days afterwards, it was a squadron of spitfires. To be continued.