Date: Sat, 3 May 2014 01:08:43 +0100 From: Vintage Speedoboy Subject: Spitfire Summer Part 3 Spitfire summer part 3 A story about the experiences of a 13 year old boy during the summer of 1940, this in entirely a work of fiction By Vintagespeedoboy. The sights & sounds of the squadron of spitfires thrilled every single boy scout on the camp site & for a few moments everything stopped as they gazed at those aircraft but we all had camp work tasks to perform, there was a fire to light, the evening meal to prepare & cook, the dining area to erect, plates/mess tins & cutlery laid out, water to fetch which was made a lot easier by having a stand pipe on the island, I took the scoutmaster to one side & asked him. "I need about an hour to go & bag a couple of bunnies for the pot," he looked at me inquisitively asking. "Holmes, I don't want to know how you're going to do it, just get out of your uniform & sneak out of the camp, & you had better come up with the goods!" I changed out of my uniform, took my haversack, air cane, pump & tin of shot from my kitbag, assembled the cane, walked to the jetty & signaled the sea scout on the gig to come & fetch me, after the crossing I crept out from the camp & walked along the road till I crossed a small brick built bridge over a stream, turned right following the track for about a quarter of a mile, reconnoitered the area, removed the handle & air chamber, pumped as much air as my strength will allow, reassembled & loaded the air cane & walked along the track looking for somewhere to cross the stream. I must have walked at least a half mile before coming to a fallen tree which fell across the stream, I carefully made my way along the tree & sighted a lot of rabbits near to the fence some of which were close enough for a shot, it took me some minutes to lay down, clear a field of view before taking careful aim at one about 20 yards away. I pressed the button & the gun erupted with a loud pop as I watched the bunny drop down, all the others froze with their ears erect & a few hopped away from the field although a large number still remained, I waited several minutes before recharging the air chamber, reloading & taking aim for another shot. The next bunny presented itself at a longer range which was facing away from me grazing, I needed the bunny erect for the shot & snapped my fingers at which it immediately looked up with its ears erect, I took careful aim at the base of the V formed by the rabbit's ears, fired & it too went down, some more rabbits hopped away from the field & I could hear the thumps as some of them drummed the ground with their hind legs, I became euphoric as still more rabbits remained in the field totally oblivious to my shooting them, recharged the air chamber & reloaded for a third shot. The next one presented itself at about 40 yards away, I patiently waited hoping it would come nearer for a closer shot but it didn't leaving me no choice but to take the longer shot, I aimed dead centre & to the top of the rabbit & fired. It leapt into the air & ran around aimlessly like a headless chicken uttering an ear spitting squealing, with the gun now spent I jumped down from the tree & managed to catch it quickly putting an end to its life, picked up the other two, crossed the stream by the tree & smartly made my way back to camp making sure no one was following. The same sea scout was waiting by the gig & as I boarded the boat his face had a look of surprise when his gaze fell on the rabbits uttering. "Bloody hell! Where did you get them from?" I replied. "You keep your fucking trap shut & maybe I might let you have one." He sculled the gig to the island, tied up on the jetty, took me to a quiet part on the island & said. "Look mate, I'll take one from you & my lips are sealed, as long as I have an invite for a cup of tea." "If that's what you want, come & join us." I had to quickly prepare two rabbits for the pot finally cutting them into small diced cutlets before tossing them into the Dixie stirring its contents which now had to cook for about 2 hours on a low fire with a gentle simmer, I quickly skinned, gutted & cut into cutlets the third rabbit & placed the meat into my mess tin for him to take to his troop returning after a quarter of an hour with my mess tin & a small jar of his mum's blackberry jam, we drank our teas making small talk, I sensed his gaze falling on my crotch & saw his cock becoming hard in his school navy blue PE shorts resulting in a huge tent as he wasn't wearing any underwear when he whispered, "As I'm the duty ferry, my tent's over there," as he pointed to a WW1 US army pup tent saying. "Meet you there tonight after dark." We had a filling meal of rabbit stew containing the extra portions of rabbit with myself & the scoutmaster looking at each other with knowing looks, all the boys were happy & some even commented saying. "There's more meat in this stew than we've ever seen at school, with wartime food rationing & our food stored in both stout wooden boxes & the meats in the camp site's fridge not a single boy wasted any food, after which there was the washing up to be done. I met the sea scout at his tent & we both went inside lying on our sides making small talk, he was a big strong lad for a 15 year old standing about 5ft 8 inches with dark hair, brown eyes, well suntanned olive skin which showed off his Mediterranean features, he introduced himself as Kostas saying that his parents are Greek, I introduced myself & we talked about our schools, our troops &c before he asked me. "Has anyone ever played with yours?" I replied. "There have been the few boys at school but nothing more than that." "Same here, I do wish a real man would do me, just to know what it's like, have to be careful as I don't want my parents to find out." "That might not be a good idea, I've heard some of them have really big cocks & you could get hurt." I stroked his hard cock through his shorts & immediately knew his was big, he took down his shorts revealing a very skimpy pair of white silk swimming trunks which were expertly made from parachute silk by a good seamstress who kept quiet about her commission, I remarked saying. "They look really nice on you." "I didn't have them on earlier, just put them on specially for you, if I get them wet they go totally see through which drives my cock wild," he took them off revealing his hard 7 inch cock which was throbbing & pulsing strongly to his heartbeat. I slowly sucked on his cock as he let out a loud sigh & sucked it for a few strokes before I lubed his cock, my hole, moved away his bedroll, got on all fours & presented him with my bottom. He pushed his cock slowly which told me that he has experience with younger boys & as soon as he was balls deep inside me pounded into me like a possessed rapist lasting only seconds before he flooded me with several huge blasts of cum deep inside me, after pulling out I lit up 2 cigarettes giving him one as we smoked making small talk, I left him enjoying his afterglow knowing that Tim would be waiting in the tent with his rampant cock for me. I quietly entered the tent by the bell end buttoning it shut as the opposite end was now closed with our gas capes, it was pitch black inside which meant having to use a torch to see, as this is a military tent we both knew that torch light does not penetrate through the canvas, I readied myself for Tim's cock to enter my hole with our bedrolls moved aside on all fours, again Tim took his time pushing his cock inside me & waited as both his love & juices flowed deep inside me before taking long strokes with his huge cock working its magic on my love button inside as I watched my juices constantly flowing out & onto the groundsheet with the awesome sensations & electricity between us. The cigarettes were at the ready to tame our wildly rampant cocks & we both lit up so as to prolong the session using an old tin as an ashtray, after the effects of the tobacco wore off those feelings rapidly built up to a tremendous orgasm as a fusillade of huge cum blasts shot out from my cock with my quivering chute setting Tim's cock off on its series of huge cum blasts deep inside me. Our afterglows were so awesome, I quickly cleaned the groundsheet before we laid down embracing each other with feelings of pure love kissing each other passionately before we threw our bedrolls over us still within our embrace & fell asleep. We didn't sleep for long as we got cold & I had to creep outside from the tent to somewhere quiet & dump two loads of teenage spunk & chose the vegetable patch before returning & tucking myself into the bedroll. The following morning was like any other at camp, we rose, took the ferry which now had another sea scout who's jumper bore both Red Cross & Royal Life Saving Society badges sculling the huge boat & went to the ablutions block for our morning wash, this facility was old with its well used appearance & the one shower was cold, having no mirror boys had to rely on others like myself who had pocket mirrors. We prepared our breakfasts mainly of cereals with re constituted National dried milk, each blue & white tin from the Ministry of food makes 7 pints of milk & each boy is allowed only one teaspoon of sugar in his cereal, we found that mixing biscuits with cereal made for a better breakfast which was washed down with tea, washing up after breakfast is a lot easier than that of a cooked meal. We changed into our uniforms for our free morning in town, my first call was the local gun shop for more ammunition & spare sealing washers moistened with neatsfoot oil for the air cane, with it passing for a walking stick I took it with me, it was just as well that I did, I had to order the required amount of SSSG (Quarter inch) lead balls which required the gun shop proprietor to cast them in house, a visit to the hardware shop saw the proprietor punching out 2 spare pairs of washers from a sheet of leather with hole punches, bought some cigarettes & went to the park beside the river looking at the town's suspension bridge which we had earlier crossed, sat down & smoked a cigarette before Kostas joined me at the bench. His sea scout uniform consisted of dark knee length short trousers, navy blue knee high woolen socks with garter tags showing at the sides, navy blue jumper embroidered with 'Sea scouts' on the front with a sailors 'lid' hat, on his left sleeve were the Red Cross & Royal Life Saving Society badges denoting his first aid & bronze medallion qualifications. We made small talk for a while before the subject turned to sex with him asking. "Did you like the session last night?" "Yes, I wish I could have stayed with you last night, you know how it is." "Shall we do it again sometime? Only next time we'll have more time together." "That would be very nice; we could go into the woods, just means walking past the camp." "Hey! You know that footpath just before the camp; that leads to the swimming area, at the end of the path is a green corrugated iron shed where you get changed, if you walk along the river bank towards the town, there's like a little beach, we could go swimming, I'm wearing those sexy white trunks you saw last night." "I'm wearing my black pair too, we could both go & swim, I'm just waiting for the shop to cast me some shot." After collecting the shot we followed the path to the swimming area before walking along the river bank, stripped down to our trunks & waded into the river, we both sprang boners looking at each others bodies, we waded out till the water became chest deep before deciding to swim across & check out the opposite side. Both of us were very strong competent swimmers & swam a text book front crawl stroke normally the preserve of competition swimmers arriving on the far side, climbed out & entered the field out of view from prying eyes. We embraced each other with hugs & kisses grinding our hard cocks into each other whilst I stroked his nipples eliciting a sigh of enjoyment as Kostas cock & balls tingled with my ministrations before we took off our trunks & he lubed me up from the tin of Vaseline which he had in the back of his trunks before I presented him with my boy pussy. As Kostas slowly pushed in his cock & left it there I immediately knew that he's experienced & pounded into me whilst stroking his nipples with the palms of his hands, my juices flowed out from my cock dripping onto the ground & within seconds a long thin jet of watery spunk squirted several feet from my cock, he didn't last long as I felt his cock swell up before blasting several huge squirts of spunk deep inside me. We swapped over for my turn to pound my cock inside him as it massaged his love button making his cock leak a watery white fluid which dripped onto the ground when it suddenly shot out a huge squirt of fluid followed by more huge blasts of cum without touching his cock & his hole grabbing & pulsing on my cock triggering a deluge of huge cum blasts inside him & an intensely shattering orgasm which almost made me scream. We swam back across the river & when we got half way across I told him to drop his trunks & we both dumped each others spunk in mid stream as I said jokingly. "That'll feed a few fish," which had him chuckling. After the return crossing we laid on the grass sunbathing, drying out in the sun, making small talk & smoking cigarettes before putting on our uniforms & returning to the camp site, I signaled the sea scout to scull the boat over & saw that he looked stunning with his blond hair, bright blue eyes & light fuzz on his legs, just as the boat was about to dock I could see that the lad who looked about 14 & had a huge package inside his tailored school PE shorts. As I sat in the boat facing him, I asked him. "Are you the duty ferryman today? & are you sleeping on the Island tonight?" "Yes I am, oh by the way Kostas has told me about you, good of you to get us that rabbit & I'll see you later." I knew straight away that I'll be unloading my spunk into this young lad, meanwhile my thoughts went to bagging some more bunnies. After we finished our evening meal, I charged up the air chamber, reassembled & reloaded the air cane & walked to the far end of the island with my ammunition & pump inside my haversack after hearing a pheasant call, once I reached there I hid in a bush scanning the area for the pheasant, there were quite a few bunnies about & resisted the temptation to shoot one, I wanted that pheasant & tried to find it, after a while I could just make out its head about 75-80 yards away just above the grass & sometimes saw the tips of its tail feathers, after watching it for ages hoping it would come nearer which it didn't, I rested the cane on a branch aiming behind & to the level of its head & fired. The gun erupted with a loud pop & all the rabbits scattered, I saw a few feathers fly up & heard the sound as the shot ripped through the blades of grass near the target but the pheasant didn't fly off, putting the gun down & taking my clothes off I swam across the back water wearing only my swimming trunks to the field on the opposite bank & went looking for the bird roughly where I last saw it. I found a few feathers & followed its trail of disturbed grass before I found it, it was still alive & couldn't fly as my shot had broken its wing, I quickly dispatched the bird in a heightened state of euphoria before swimming on my back holding the bird out of the water across the back water onto the island with my kill, got dressed & sauntered back to camp laying the pheasant on the table. The scoutmaster looked at me with astonishment before his look became serious asking in a very authoritative voice. "Did anyone see you shoot that bird?" "No, I bagged it from the top of the island & swam across to retrieve it." "You had better hope for your sake that no one saw you, that's a game bird & there could be a lot of trouble over that." "Oh," I replied. "Look Jim, I don't mind you bagging rabbits & the local farmer probably wouldn't care either, bagging a pheasant is a serious issue, it is poaching & that will land you up before a juvenile magistrate & you'll probably get the birch, now! No more pheasants while we're here! Is that understood?" I realized that I took my chances bagging my first pheasant & succeeded, the thing to do now is to quickly pluck the bird & get rid of all the feathers, I set about plucking the bird before stashing it in a dixie with the lid closed putting the dixie inside my tent & burning the feathers in the fire, for some minutes the smell of burning feathers wafted across the camp site, the head & feet I threw into the river after dark. I checked the shop receipt for the freshly cast shot which mentioned 100 pcs, opened the tin & counted each new one out putting to one side the shot from the original purchase heaving a sigh of relief that 100 of the new shot remained in the tin, I put the few original shot with the washers back into the haversack with the dismantled cane & pump & the tin in my kitbag not knowing why or what made me except for the vision in my mind's eye of Bert, it seemed as though a thought of his was trying to tell me something. I also kept thinking about the blond sea scout on the ferry which made my cock go hard, he was sat in the boat which he'd moored on the island's jetty looking bored, I walked up to the jetty asking him. "Are you busy with that boat?" "Oh hi, no it's as quiet as the grave; I haven't had anyone since I brought you over." "What about reading a book?" "Haven't brought one," I had the first erotic book from the toilets inside the haversack with the air cane, knowing the effect this book had on me I decided to loan it to him knowing that lust will take over his thoughts & said. "I got one in my bag you could borrow; I'll just warn you that you might want a good wank after reading it." "His eyes lit up as the expression on his face changed as he uttered. "Really! I do love a good read." I fetched him the book & as he started reading it a look of astonishment came over his face when he said. "The boy in your book has the same name as me, what a coincidence; it's Tommy Fullbrick & just as your book says all my mates call me fullprick." "Mine's Jim Holmes, all my mates call me Sherlock because I'm always wearing my gas cape whenever I ride my bike in the rain." As we sat down on the grass with him reading my book, his cock became hard inside his tailored PE shorts with shortened legs making his white silk swimming trunks visible as I looked up his leg, his rampant cock was dancing about wildly as it became erect leaking copious amounts of watery white fluids making a huge wet patch on his shorts when suddenly a gush flooded through the material onto the grass followed frequently by a few more as his watery white juices trickled onto the grass when I said to him. "It looks like that book's having an effect on your cock." "It's always doing that whenever it gets hard, mine's 8 inches long & I'm only 14, I keep getting such huge wet patches at school which runs down onto the floor." As he continued reading the book, I saw his bulge pulse wildly as he said. "Oh my god, I'm cumming," as gush after gush of spunk flooded into both his trunks & shorts in several huge gushes with his cock still pulsing after his gushes had stopped when he asked. "You don't mind looking after the boat for a minute, I just have to dive into the river & wash this load out." "OK, just don't forget to feed the fish," which elicited a chuckle as he tore off his sea scout jumper & plimsolls, dived in & treaded water for some minutes whilst washing his spunk out from both his trunks & shorts, he exited the water, fetched his towel from the tent, took off his shorts & wrung them out placing them over his tent to dry. His muscular form with his six pack & huge pectorals gained through hours of hard swimming training looked amazing in just his identical white silk trunks to Kostas which became totally transparent exposing his huge blond bush & a soft cock a lot larger than most boys erections & his skin perfectly visible through the material, as he faced away from me I saw his bottom in all its glory through his trunks as he toweled himself dry & put on his sea scout jumper, the white colour of his trunks returned as the warmth of his body soon dried them out, as he treated me to this display of his perfectly sculptured youthful body, my cock was hard all the time leaking my juices into both my trunks & shorts, the time spent waiting for our night time foray inside his tent was torturing me as lustful thoughts with this young lad played on my mind. I needed to clear my head fast & went swimming, I walked to the far end of the island, stripped down to my trunks & swam towards the mini beach upstream of the public swimming area about 200 yards away, there was a small group of lads there & one of about 12 took my fancy, as he was with his friends I didn't make any move towards him, all we did was say hello & that was about it, I saw a number of bicycles & their clothes about 100 yards away on the opposite bank so I knew that they've swam over from there. They said their goodbyes & as I watched them swimming across they had the typical head movement from left to right which most boys have who haven't been taught to swim properly on front crawl, this stroke may be good enough to swim 25 yards in a pool, with the distances encountered in rivers & lakes it's a sure fire recipe for disaster, my parents ensured that I became a strong swimmer & fortunately our games master is an excellent swimming teacher so I was taught properly & swimming long distances for me is just like going for a walk. The lads reached the half way point which is a good 50 yards away & I knew they'll be out of breath when suddenly the drama unfolded as a pair of arms thrashed wildly in the water, there was not a second to lose as I dived in for the 50 yard swim which I knew would take me around 35-40 seconds to reach him. He had already gone under & his only hope of life now lay in my hands as I surfaced dived into the water in the direction of the current with visibility of probably about a couple of feet, whatever forces guided that boy's life that day certainly guided me as I rammed into him with my head, with the last remnants of the breath which I had taken I grabbed him hard & brought him back up holding him up whilst I gulped more air into my lungs, the boy I fancied was unconscious which made my rescue a lot easier as I brought him back to my side of the river, pulled him out of the water & started resuscitating him, my efforts had certainly not gone unnoticed when I heard the frantic ringing of a bell from the camp site. The ferry gig had been scrambled, sea scouts ran to the jetty with their oars as Tom brought the gig alongside & they boarded, I could hear Tom's commands as he bellowed out the time with 'Pull' every few seconds, the lads in that boat were like a well oiled machine who were quite capable of competing against a similar boat in a race & put everything into it. I continued resuscitating the boy when suddenly he coughed & belched out a load of river water & looked at me with frightened eyes, I managed to calm him down telling him to just lie there & relax. Suddenly he vomited a huge load of foul smelling liquid mush & as I was trained to do, I cleared his mouth out saying to him, "Hold on lad, there's a boat coming, as the boat drew alongside with sweat pouring off the boys Tom's voice rang out saying. "I might have known it was you." We transported him back to the camp site where an ambulance was waiting for him & I recounted the story of the event to both my scoutmaster & the warden of the camp, pride welled up through my body knowing that I had become the hero of scout camp. I met Tom at his tent after dark stroking his huge cock through his shorts before we took off our clothes, hugged each other kissing passionately grinding our cocks into each other before entering the tent, presented my hole & passed him my tin of Vaseline, he certainly knew how to open up a hole with his fingers, lubed us up & touched the entrance of my hole with his throbbing leaking cock, as he started to slowly push it in I felt his first gush of warm watery fluids flood into me, his cock pulsed & throbbed strongly making mine so rampant I lit up 2 cigarettes passing him one which tamed both our cocks as mine kept spewing watery white fluids onto the groundsheet, I felt his balls against my bottom as he finished pushing it in & rested for some minutes as I got used to him before he pumped with slow long strokes as his hands stroked his nipples, kneaded my balls & stroked my thighs telling me he's been fucked by very experienced elders. My cock shot out a long squirt of watery fluids onto the groundsheet as I felt his second squirt gush inside me before those feelings built up very rapidly as my cock blasted out a huge load all by itself onto the groundsheet as I gritted my teeth through the torturous orgasm with my cock continuing to pulse after my spunk finished gushing out. Tom's cock gushed out a huge load with a lot of powerful contractions as my hole clamped & quivered on his cock giving him such an intense orgasm that he was on the point of screaming & had to wait a long time for his cock to deflate before pulling out. Our immense afterglows & feelings of fulfillment lasted right up until we both went to sleep, I had to dump Tom's huge load before entering our tent to Tims waiting rampant cock which went in straight away, it too was throbbing & pulsing wildly inside me spewing his love juices deep inside with frequent squirts as he pumped with long slow strokes massaging my love button resulting in my love juices flowing onto the groundsheet from my cock, we both lit up cigarettes to tame our cocks & a more enjoyable longer lasting session when Tim's suddenly swelled up blasting a huge load inside me as mine too shot out another huge load onto the groundsheet. I had just taken two 8 inch cocks in quick succession & had another load of cum to dump which ran out from my boy pussy as I walked naked across the island to finally squat down adding to Tom's load already there, & yet by morning it's all gone having given the local bugs a huge feast. We all took our 50 yard swimming tests before breakfast followed by an open air church service which required us to wear our uniforms after which we changed into our school PE kit for practical rowing tuition & experience in the gig which was conducted by the sea scout master, this boat required 8 boys to row plus 1 for what's known as the lazy bow which is the eyes of the boat & another for the coxswain, each team completed a circumnavigation of the island before the next group received their tuition, although the oars were fairly heavy everyone enjoyed the outing in the boat before the oars were put away & the boat resumed its ferry duties. After lunch which all the boys ate a small piece of the pheasant with their meal we had a game of football against the sea scouts with them beating us 3 goals to our 2 after which we all went swimming, being a Bronze medallion holder I had to do my stint as a lifeguard carrying a rolled up throwing line which is like a large ball of string with a floating reel, after my stint I passed the reel to Tim for his followed by the sea scouts doing theirs as well, we all had an enjoyable day in the water. The following day was our pioneering project with the sea scouts, for this a thick heavy rope was placed between 2 trees across the backwater before it was tightened up by winding a thick wooden pole, we now had a tightrope for the single rope crossing which we all had to do in our swimming trunks. Kostas demonstrated the single rope crossing as he laid on the rope with one leg hanging down as a counterweight followed by a regain where he got back onto the rope after hanging on one arm over the water, he made the crossing both ways & now it was the boys turn to try. It looked easy when he showed us, loads of laughter erupted from everyone as boys fell off the rope like flies into the water, now it was my turn, that rope felt very unsteady as I pulled my way across before Tom shook the life out of the rope sending me into the drink, I bobbed up & blew a stream of water out of my mouth just like I've everyone does at the pool which made them laugh even more before uttering. "You twits shook that rope with me on it, come on, I deserve another go." Kostas replied. "Be our guest," as he beckoned me back onto the rope. This time I was more determined to stay on as I inched my way along the rope before hanging on with one arm, I grabbed the rope with the second arm, pulled myself up & locked my elbows over the rope before swinging like a pendulum placing my foot & then my knee over the rope leaving the other leg hanging down, I became the first lad in my troop to successfully execute a regain with hand clapping from everyone, I swam back across exiting the water, put my thumbs in my ears wiggling my hands & poking my tongue out at Tom when Kostas threw a bucket of water over me with more laughter from everyone. It had been a good day's activities which were thoroughly enjoyable, it seemed as though the war was a million miles away even though we were hearing planes all the time, this was our little bit of England which never seemed to change, even the weather was nice, my euphoria changed when we arrived at our encampment to see a policeman waiting for us. My world fell apart when he addressed our troop saying. "Gentlemen, I am here to investigate a report of someone taking a pheasant from the field over there," as he pointed, we were all stunned that something like this could happen, he went on to say that a boy scout had purchased 100 rounds of quarter inch lead shot from the gun shop & there was another sighting of a boy in black swimming trunks carrying a bird in the direction of the river bank, I had to own up for purchasing the lead shot, fetched the tin from my kitbag with the receipt whilst he sat at the table & counted every one, before he looked at me saying. "All your lead shot is there, why have you bought it?" "I have an air gun at home which we use for shooting rats." "Surely you could have bought this in your town & yet you've bought it here." "The air gun's a number 3 bore, our local shop didn't have any & I had to order my purchase as the shopkeeper had to cast them for me," "I see, it just sounds a bit odd to me, however the shopkeeper confirms your story, now go & fetch your swimming trunks & show them to me." "There drying out on my tent," as I pointed to my tent which he could see perfectly, fortunately Tim's trunks were also drying on the tent & other boys also had black trunks as well when the scoutmaster said. "It looks like your enquiry's reached a dead end constable." "Yes quite, sorry to trouble you," as he wrote something in his pocket book before boarding the ferry, briefly speaking to the warden before leaving on his bicycle. The scoutmaster said. "Jim that was a bloody close shave you've just had." "I know." Our next contest was the cross country race before breakfast which started on the road before turning right & following the track through the woods & back, a distance of a mile & a half, owing to the overnight rain the track was muddy with the latter half going up & down hills making for a tough course even though the distance is shorter than the school's course. Once on the track it became anyone's race as we slipped & slided as well as falling over, everyone became plastered in mud with some of it flying off shoes & dropping off boys as we ran the home stretch along the road. Tom finished way ahead of everyone & it was at least a couple of minutes before Kostas crossed the line with me about a yard behind him after battling him on the road trying to come second. We were fortunate in having a large water tank for the ablution blocks plus we could also draw water from a well on a farm about a mile away which the locals say is a holy one & requires permission from the farmer to enter his land, it is this water which the tank is filled with which enabled us to wash ourselves & our kit, of course we would have to go with our trek carts with as many water containers that we can muster after breakfast which is a task set for both our troops. The water run took all morning with 3 separate runs with our carts before the tank was full & on the instructions from the farmer a patrol leader said a prayer over the well which was nothing more than a clear water stream coming out of a hole in the ground before we drew water from the well. After lunch Bill & I went into town with the main intention of buying postcards & sending postcards & letters home, we sat on a park bench writing our mail & I wanted to send one to Bert although I don't think Bluebell woods is a proper address, nevertheless I gave it a try, I sent the postcard to=Bert the poacher, Bluebell woods nr Benson's farm & told him I was having a good time & would see him after camp, when I met up with Bert, the postman actually delivered my postcard to him in the woods, such was the reputation of Bert the poacher. I like browsing through old second hand shops & sought out the local one, there was a huge selection of books of which I bought one on bicycle repair, I looked in their penny bucket & pulled out a rather familiar looking aluminium forked shaped object, it was the frame to a 'Zip Zip catapult, I had never even seen one before & as I placed it on the counter the shop keeper looked at it saying. "Hhhmm, my old catapult, it was supposed to go in with the aluminium scrap, lucky for you it ended up here, these things come from America & I know for a fact that the local poacher uses one," as he scratched his head. "Poacher you say, our troop almost got the blame for someone bagging a pheasant in the field next to the scout camp." "The one around here's as crafty as a fox, I bet you he took the shot with his catapult, course no one sees him, he's like a ghost." "What about the elastic?" "Never seen any, oh, hold on a minute, there's a box somewhere which this came with, I'll see if I can find it," he went searching his shelves & went through the shop before emptying out years of odds & ends under the counter before he uttered. "Found it!" He brought the box to the counter, opened it taking out a piece of paper from the Automatic rubber company, Dep 87, Columbia S.C in the USA & costs 35 cents, it illustrated the catapult & a running rabbit, he passed me the box & said. "One penny please sonny." "It was like finding buried treasure & almost answered the question of bagging pheasants quietly & put doubt in my mind as to who really shot the pheasant & did I steal a poachers bird right from under his nose? Or was it just me verbally covering my tracks? I paid for the items & left. I met up with Bill in the park where we sat on a bench smoking cigarettes whilst I showed him my penny catapult which he looked at with a lot of interest saying. "You'll get the elastic for that easy peasy." I replied. "Yeah, but I want a really strong one, that square stuff is next to useless, I want this one to really give a pheasant enough of a clout that should I bring one down it'll stay down, I bet old Bert can help me." After the evening meal we had a wide game in the woods (Game of flag) where we had to stalk our way into the opposing troops camp & stand by their flag, putting into practice what Bert had taught me, both Bill & myself were the first ones to reach the opposing flag, the following day we had an overnight bivouac camp in the woods underneath our gas cape flat basha shelters which the sea scouts enjoyed as we were the ones showing them how to erect their shelters after which I gave them a demonstration of camouflaging one of theirs, the following morning was the quarter mile swimming race in the river which Tom won by a wide margin & I finished 5th, the final event was the camp fire which was held in daytime owing to the blackout, we sung 'Who do you think you are kidding Mr. Hitler' to a rapturous applause whilst the sea scouts sung 'Shine up your buttons with Brasso' which had everyone laughing their heads off, of course there were the skits which too raised a few laughs, all too soon a highly memorable scout camp was over & in the best tradition of scouting our scoutmaster took some ashes from the fire before we went home. For days afterwards I reveled in the afterglow of scout camp which took us all away from the war, they had started mass bombing attacks, night time bombing raids & now they were bombing the airfields, we kept getting loads of air raid warnings when the sirens sounded & had to scurry into our Anderson shelter, it was the sight of large numbers of German bombers which struck the fear of god in us, fortunately not a single bomb fell on the town right throughout the war, the sounds of masses of aircraft engines high up in the sky was awesome as were the loads of vapour trails left by aircraft & yet our lives went on. I had my milk & paper round to do, they were harvesting the wheat at Benson's farm which cut the wheat into an ever decreasing area, Bert showed me how to use a shotgun & I was loaned a folding single barrel .410 & told to shoot any bunny which bolted out from the wheat, I must have bagged at least 2 dozen bunnies that day, it was wholesale slaughter of bunny rabbits but it had to be done, they were eating our crops & bred in huge numbers, with meats on ration, Mr. Benson trusted local butchers to ensure fair distribution amongst the community & they even made sure that the poorest didn't go without either. He was what may be described as a farmer of more traditional methods, a staunch believer of managing the countryside & of conservation giving a fair wage to those he employed, he saw rabbits like most things, leave enough of them around to breed sufficiently for the following year, like leaving enough honey inside a hive to ensure the bees survival, he saw the poaching gangs as ruthless villains who wreaked destruction on wildlife wiping out whole areas with their methods in their quest for a few bob, the annual rabbit shoot's numbers were severely down on the previous year & he now went to war against the poaching gangs. After the rabbit shoot I spent hours there shooting rats with an old BSA Lincoln Jefferies air rifle, his cats saw to the mice, I showed Bert the catapult which he sorted out the correct rubber & leather patch & had me practicing using musket balls, I needed a projectile with enough weight & shocking power behind it to bring down a bird & became quite a good shot. The air war continued in the skies over southern England when one day an ME110 came down near the farm, all the farm hands went out to it finding that their crew had ran off, we pumped out almost 80 gallons of aviation fuel before the home guard turned up to guard the downed aircraft, it was Bert who found them & fearing the wrath of English law didn't want any trouble with civilians & even drank a cup of tea with him, it was just like a Sunday walk, he never needed to point his rifle at them as they walked to the farm & turned themselves in to the RAF, he even enjoyed a good conversation with them on the way. A large formation of Bombers passed by close to the town high up when the hurricanes attacked them, one burst into flames & plunged to the ground, I think I saw 2 or 3 parachutes, another one fired a long burst back at the attacking hurricanes before it erupted into a fireball, seconds later bullets rained down from the sky hitting roofs, the street, a parked car & everyone took cover inside shops &c, fortunately no one was hurt apart from the damage caused to property. After that Barrage balloons went up around the town which posed a hazard to all low flying aircraft, both to ours as well as theirs, still the huge armadas of enemy aircraft came over sometimes 3 or 4 times or more in a day, it became a battle for our very survival as aircraft on both sides were shot down either by anti aircraft fire or aircraft shooting at each other, there were crashed aircraft all over the countryside which ended up in scrap yards for recycling, we must have seen loads of parachutes with airmen who've bailed out most of who were the lucky ones, ours got to fly another day whilst theirs went to POW camps & still the bombers kept coming, it was on the 20th that Churchill gave his famous speech to parliament. "Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few." The parents of the boy I saved sent for me & paid for my train fare getting me a weekend away & took my bicycle, I met them at the station & the lad introduced himself as Pete, hugged me smothering me with kisses & humped into my cock with his hard nail giving me a taste of what's to come, I brought with me a large jar of Mr. Benson's honey, some eggs, fresh rabbit meat which filled my mess tins & a water bottle of fresh milk, they lived in a small Victorian 2 bedroom terraced house which was very cramped inside & both Pete & myself would share a bed during my stay with them. They cooked a very nice rabbit & vegetable stew washed down with tea sweetened with the honey after which we recounted the events of that day before going out with him on a bicycle ride with his friends stopping at the public swimming area, I had become this groups hero & once again recounted those events, there was a few youngsters there mostly sat on the river bank & I saw no scout troops on camp making the site look deserted, my catapult was in my pocket with some musket balls & whispered to my new friend. "Psst, shall we try & bag a bunny for the pot?" His eyes lit up as I gave him a silence signal, we left the swimming area & followed the track along the woods till we came to the tree, parked our bikes & told him to be very quiet & watch. My Zip Zip was a lot more powerful than the British Milbro thanks to Bert & certainly capable of bagging a rabbit, Bert christened the catapult by bagging one giving it to me for the pot; I slowly crept along the fallen tree trying not to alarm any bunnies & waited patiently for one to come within range, took aim & fired. The musket ball hit the bunny with a loud thump knocking it down & scattering the others, I quickly fetched my kill, crossed the stream to see Pete's face lit up with a huge smile, he wanted to give me a huge hug but I told him we had to get out of there fast. We entered Pete's house with me holding up the bunny as his mum put her hands over her face in shock & Pete saying with pride. "Mum, Jim's shot it with a catapult." "Jim lives in the country & they do things like that, thank you Jim," as she planted me with kisses. After we retired I told Pete to be very quiet so I could give him a night time treat, his 5 inch cock became as hard as a nail as I slowly played with it with my hand, I went on to sucking it & within seconds he shot a single squirt of watery spunk in my mouth, I told him to keep it a secret before we embraced ourselves in each others arms & fell asleep. The following morning our cocks were rock hard & I sucked Pete's off for another offering of his spunk, I had to go to their outside toilet to have a piss & badly needed a wank, I slowly stroked my rock hard cock thinking about the glory hole, those two books & young Pete when those feelings built up in seconds as I blasted out a series of huge squirts of spunk which hit the door before the last dregs just dribbled out, taking a finger I scooped some off my cock & licked it clean, before I left I had to clean the evidence of my lust off the door & the floor. After breakfast I took Pete swimming, the obvious choice was the public swimming area although the mini beach was far better as there was a more gentle slope to the bottom, this became more of a session of conquering his demons, his love for me certainly helped with those processes as I taught him how to swim front crawl properly, how to time his breaths with the stroke & how to use a two beat leg kick for distance, I was amazed at how this lad learned so fast as though somehow I had unlocked his hidden primeval talents, I knew that a confident river crossing would finally lay those demons to rest & we readied ourselves for the first crossing. As we went I alternated to breast stroke so as I could watch him, his style was so neat with just a small splash from his feet, he swam creating a prominent bow wave & when he arrived he wasn't even out of breath & gave me such a huge hug I felt his strength for the first time as he beamed a huge smile, I just wished distance didn't separate true friends. We agreed to race each other across for the return crossing giving ourselves a count of 3 before we tore off from the river bank, his hands worked their magic as he stroked through the water with his lithe young body with a totally unexpected result, he beat me on the return crossing & this was no fixed race, I had unlocked a hidden talent in this lad, he was a true swim kid & with proper coaching would certainly hold his own with a competitive club, I saw in him a smaller version of Tom the sea scout who won the quarter mile race that day. I went onto teaching him breast stroke & surface dives before we finally laid on the grass basking in the sun becoming exhilarated as we watched a Wellington bomber fly overhead, love flowed between us & those feelings of contentment arose in both of us, we wanted to kiss, fondle & make love all day long but this wasn't the place for it. We rode to his house for lunch followed by a walk around town; I called into the gun shop & bought some more musket balls for my catapult before exploring the town with him. After exploring the town we sat down on a park bench beside the river & asked him. "Has any boys played with your cock?" He was quite open with his exploits telling me of the numbers which enjoyed him; I really wanted a good session with him & asked. "Do you know any really good places we could go to?" "Yeah, there's an old run down hut inside the woods, it's a long way inside & it's a steep climb up the hill, I'll show you." We rode there on the bikes along the same track where we ran our cross country race till we came to a track junction at the top of the hill on the course, followed the track uphill to a triple forked junction taking the right hand track up another steep hill to the top where it became flat for about a quarter of a mile & came to an overgrown track which was just about passable & at times we lifted the bikes above our heads through an overgrown thicket till we finally came to the hut itself. It was an old disused woodsman's hut, its timbers blackened with age & moss growing on the roof, we entered the hut which surprisingly was still in good condition inside and using the bicycle lamp I found a candle stump on the floor which could still provide light for about 2 hours, placed it on an old table & lit it which gave off a pleasing light to see by in the darkness of the hut, I fondled, kissed & made love to him before we stripped naked, he had a few hairs above his cock which became hard as I massaged his nipples making him sigh. My cock copiously flowed with a white watery fluid which dripped onto the floor, I explained that I wanted to fuck him before lubing him & my cock with Vaseline & placing the head of my rampant leaking cock at his hole when a huge jet of my love juices gushed out at his hole making him think I've pissed at him, putting some on my finger I showed him & offered him a lick, as he tasted it he replied. "That doesn't taste bad at all; in fact it's quite nice." I slowly pushed my cock inside him taking the utmost care not to hurt him until I was finally balls deep inside him, lit up a cigarette & waited as my rampant cock which had already gushed out 3 loads of my love juices into him subsided from its rapid twitching & pulsing massaging his love button & making his cock gush out a squirt of watery spunk by itself. I pumped into him with long slow strokes as I massaged my nipples with the palms of my hands knowing that he may only last seconds, his cock became even larger with its head now a cherry red colour, small drips of clear fluid dripped from his cock which pulsed wildly as he said, "OMG, that feels so good like I've never felt before, it's going to shoot!" as 4 squirts of his cum flew out of his cock as his tight hole pulsed & grabbed mine triggering it to flood him with a succession of huge jets of my spunk inside him with an orgasm so intense & torturous I screamed my head off. My cock remained as hard as a rod of iron & I lit another cigarette hoping it would go down enough to pull it out of him; instead it still kept on twitching & pulsing wildly before flooding him with another series of cum blasts inside him by itself, after a few minutes it deflated just enough to pull it out as a load of cum gushed out from the boy's hole. I told him to squat down & push the cum out of him just like taking a shit, as he did this I was surprised at the size of the pool of cum he dumped onto the floor, as we finally cleaned up I said to him. "This must be our secret." "You were amazing, you're so gentle & loving, not like the last boy who did me." "That's because he doesn't love you, I love you & do it so you enjoy it and he did it out of pure lust." I blew out the candle as we left, closed the door & as I looked around I could just make out someone about 100 yards away in a ghillie suit watching from the bushes, I loaded my catapult with one of my SSSG shots & fired so the shot would pass by a few yards to his side & shouted to him saying. "I need to talk to you!" He broke cover & walked towards me, as he approached, I asked him. "Are you the poacher?" "I am indeed; you must have really good eyes to have seen me & that was a good shot you took there, how can I assist?" "I just wanted to meet you before I go back home." "Well now you have, now I'll ask you a question, I've been watching you when you was at the scout camp, you took a very good shot with that cane of yours & bagged that pheasant, you also bagged 3 rabbits with it as well from the tree & you bagged one with a catapult, now someone really good has trained you, would you like to tell me who it is." "Bert Hoskins, he's now in the home guard." He took his ghillie head gear off, I saw that he was about the same age as Bert & an expression of surprise came to his face with a big beaming smile as he uttered. "Thank god." "You obviously know him then." "I'm Lou Henderson, we served together during the Boer war in South Africa, he married & had a lovely boy, then they went to America together on the Titanic, I've never seen or heard of them since so I believed they went down with her." "They've both survived, unfortunately their son didn't & in fact his wife is now my mum." "Gawd bleeding heck, I never forget a face & now I look at you, you're the exact spitting image of his boy." "Why don't you come back with me? He'd love to meet you." "Sonny, I would love to, trouble is I don't have the train fare." "I'm sure Captain Seddon can post you a warrant, he'd have you there inside of a few hours, I can phone him if you want." "Let's all have a cup of tea first, shall we?" He lit a small fire & hung the large pot of his D shaped mess tin from a stick, I talked about Bert, the town, scouts, Bluebell woods, Benson's farm, & loads of other things about my life, we all drank from his mess tin's top lid, walked to the nearest phone box wheeling our bikes & rang St Josephs church asking to be put through to Captain Seddon. Corporal Hoskins took the call which I passed it to Lou who asked. "Do you remember shooting a large crocodile that was sneaking up on my section whilst we were crossing a river?" A look of astonishment came over Bert's face & for a moment he was speechless before he came back on the line & said. "Those were the days; can you get yourself down here so we can talk further?" "Can do, look, can you please put Captain Seddon on, there's a small matter of a rail ticket." The officer came on the line saying. "My corporal speaks highly of you, if you don't mind joining our bunch I'll have a warrant sent out to you by dispatch rider immediately, can you put the lad on please?" I replied. "Look, to save your rider time we'll be waiting on the town's bridge for him." After the phone call we walked to the Bridge & whilst on route to the bridge we saw some rabbits nearby in the field near the holy well, readied our catapults, selected our targets & fired almost simultaneously with both bunnies dropping down, we gave them both to Pete sending him home telling his parents that I'll be home late for dinner. We heard the motorcycle approaching long before we saw the RAF BSA M20 from Benson's farm with my brother riding the machine, he wore a DR coat, helmet & gauntlets carrying a Lee Enfield service rifle, he took out the document wallet & passed me the brown envelope before stopping the engine, taking a swig of tea from his Aladdin Stanley vacuum flask before passing it to us for a swig each, lighting up 3 cigarettes which we smoked whilst chatting for ages & just before we were about to go a lone Dornier DO17 came in low over the river towards the bridge, within an instant my brother fired 5 rounds at it in rapid succession as it approached before it suddenly lost height, caught fire & ditched into the weir. With the aircraft floating in the river we watched as the crew rapidly exited the aircraft onto a rubber dinghy with the pilot leaving last & shouting obscenities at us whilst shaking his fist as the aircraft sank. Bells were going off all over the town & the police turned up in force with an inspector exiting the car shouting angrily at John saying. "Did you just shoot down that plane?" John replied. "Yes, I fired on it, it's an enemy aircraft which came in low over the river & might have strafed us with its guns." "If you had left it alone the RAF would have dealt with it! Now you've gone & ruined our weekend, I want a report on my desk Monday morning." "My CO will send it to you sir," The police left to arrest the aircrew & we all burst out laughing as John giggled out. "First blood to Ladysmith Company." The following day we traveled together on the train back with Lou carrying his old Lee Enfield service rifle wrapped in sacking, I watched with pride as he handed the rifle over to the armoury sergeant who answered. "Thank you, we could do with a few more of these," As he thoroughly inspected it, recorded its serial number & placed it in the armoury inside the church crypt, he was duly sworn in becoming Corporal Henderson of Ladysmith Company aged 61 years, he walked smartly into town to the barbers returning with a haircut & clean shaven to be issued his uniform, equipment & allotted a billet whilst John wrote out his report on the Dornier handing it to Captain Seddon. That evening Ladysmith Company with the RAF had a mission, intelligence supplied by Sergeant Hargis's informer had the intended target for the poaching gang, the company was briefed on the operation with both corporals wearing their ghillie suits as well as my brother having recently made his who would be using the RAF's Bren gun with his mate carrying the ammunition box & everyone carried blank ammunition only, as the incident unfolded with all the gunfire around them, those poachers got the fright of their lives & couldn't get into Sergeant Hargis's jail fast enough, the sounds of all that gunfire, thunder flashes & parachute flares woke up the whole town giving us an awesome fireworks display. I met them both the following day at our bivouac site laughing & joking with Mr. Benson as a mess tin of water heated up over a small fire to make the tea when Mr. Benson smiled at me saying. "Young Jimmy, our boys did a wonderful job last night of catching those poachers, by all accounts everyone of them pooped into their underpants," as he laughed. "You're standing right beside a right pair of poachers yourself," I laughed. "Quite, these two have always respected the countryside & they'll only take what's needed, I made that lot see sense & because I am also a properly licensed dealer in game for my sins we've come to a working arrangement giving them reserved occupation status which they can't refuse, everything goes through proper channels & is ministry inspected, the community pays an affordable price at the shops which in the end benefits everyone including our boys, they have the use of Mr. Shaw's Crossley & if they keep to their side of the bargain they get to own his transport company, he's made his money & wants to retire." Suddenly tea with honey & fresh milk never tasted so good. Whilst shooting rats at the farm I saw a familiar face from 2 summers ago wearing a pair of overalls with a white flash & PW on his back climbing into the tractor after he finished working on it, it was Frank, then a 16 year old German boy scout who's troop had to become a Hitler Youth group who came & stayed with us for that summer, our gazes met in astonishment as I blurted out, "How did you get here?" "On the Heinkel which put down on the runway, it's the luckiest break I've had in my life & glad of it too." "Why, I remember you telling me that you were born here." "That's correct, after my parents died in a car crash I was sent to my grandparents in Germany, being a typical young lad I hated every minute of it there & had to knuckle down to their wishes, anyway our boss here sussed me out & got his legal eagle onto it, caused a right blooming flap with the men in suits, they couldn't refuse my request to take my exams which I did & I got the results just yesterday, I got all 'A,s' in the GCE's and I also passed the entrance exams for the RAF." "That's wonderful news, when do you go in?" "At the beginning of the month & after my training I'll be posted back here working in communications, hey, do you still play with that mirror of yours?" "Yes, why?" "It was me who read your message asking the CO for his camera, I ran into his office & told them, got a jolly good pat on the back for that afterwards." A memory of those happy times flashing messages to each other with mirrors, torches & coming with us on my very first scout camp flooded back together with the times he played with my cock & him being the one who's hand became bathed in my very first offering of clear boy spunk which gushed out like a fountain from my 11 year old cock, my cock began stirring inside twitching as it became hard & my love juices flowed into my trunks, I wanted Frank's 18 year old cock inside me as lust racked throughout my body & love juices gushed into my trunks trickling down my leg. Frank saw this & lust took hold of this handsome blond haired young man as his cock quivered inside his overalls, he jumped back down from the tractor, led me to his tent tying up the entrance before we both stripped naked, he lubed us both up with my love juices & slowly pushed his thick 8 inch cock inside me which went straight in with its twitching & pulsing working its magic on my love button & a huge gush of my watery love juices squirting out of my cock. "Oh my, you do have a very nice one there Jimmy & it's so wild." He pounded into me with slow strokes as we smoked cigarettes before those wonderful memories & desires from then & the sight of my cock now fuelled his rampant cock to blast his offerings of spunk inside me in several huge gushes triggering mine to blast out a huge load all by itself, we had managed to keep quiet enough during our orgasms leaving us in a highly contented afterglow when he noticed the pool of my spunk on the groundsheet in astonishment & gasped saying. "I would never have thought in a month of Sundays that a boy of your age could shoot so much, I'm 5 years older than you & even I can't match that." "I replied. "You do have a wonderful cock though." We both walked to the tea van & had just been served when the air raid sirens went off & we scurried like rabbits into the shelters just as a group of Heinkels came over, this time they were dropping bombs onto the airfield & I have never been so frightened in all my life as the ground shook with the explosions, dust dropped onto us from the shelter's roof, & something hit the entrance, anti aircraft batteries were firing at them before a squadron of hurricanes came along shooting some of them down, when the all clear sounded there were a few bomb craters scattered around the airfield although neither spitfire was damaged, as I walked along the runway I saw a jagged piece of sheet metal sticking out of the ground & a neat hole, I called the RAF over to look at it & was told to get the hell away from there, they called it a UXB, it was an unexploded bomb. That's when I realized that I had shit inside my trunks filling them up inside with Frank's spunk. To be continued.