Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2018 12:05:23 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: The Airship, Aftermath

			  The Airship, Aftermath

This story is a continuation of The Airship, written by Luc Milne in
2005. It took just 34 seconds for Nazi Germany's symbol of national pride
the Hindenburg to become a pile of scrap metal as the world watched this
behemoth of the skies suddenly explode and became consumed in the huge
fireball of millions of cubic feet of burning hydrogen, its fate sealed by
the US decision taken in 1929 to not supply Germany with helium.

This is a fictional story based around the events of the 6th of May 1937 &
its aftermath is a continuation of Henning's adventures, My heartfelt
thanks goes out to Luc Milne for penning his original story, (The airship)
Please enjoy the story as after all we are leaving a legacy for our future,
please send Nifty a few bob & don't forget to look in their shop window.
Signed Vintagespeedoboy.

Jack Upton Jr stopped his supercharged Cord 812 speedster hearing the sound
of its Lycoming 289cu in V8 engine fall silent apart from some clicking
sounds as the engine block slowly began to cool. As he stepped out from the
car he felt a few raindrops touch him as he courteously opened the
passenger door to let out the G man from the FBI's X section Special agent
Carl Trautman, a former USMC colonel with a linebacker's physique wearing a
bullet proof vest under his clothes in his forties, Jack felt uneasy at the
sight of this man's shoulder strap leading to a holstered Smith & Wesson
.38 inch caliber snub nosed revolver. Sheathed inside the left sleeve of
his jacket is his devil's dart, a spike like ball ended knurled square
handled 7 inch length of surgical steel, its 3 & a half inch triangular
section precision hollow ground blade bore 3 razor sharp edges tapering
into a razor sharp stiletto tip, an excellent testament of a New York
government contractor cutlers craft & the forerunner of a similar darkened
item made for the OSS & the British SOE a few years later.

The secret file compiled by the FBI certainly portrayed Captain Bruno Bock
as a highly dangerous Nazi agent and to avoid a likely shootout between
Bock & the G men inside the arrivals building, the plan hatched was to
delay & arrest Henning in order to flush out any Nazi agents working for
Bock when at that moment their plans were suddenly changed by the events of
the next 34 seconds.

Jack Upton Jr had confided with his father showing him Bruno Bock's letter
& his immediate reaction was to place a person to person call to J. Edgar
Hoover himself thus foiling Bruno's plan immediately & he sent a female
special agent to Berlin to work in the Berlin Branch.

Erica Janssen certainly looked every inch the alluringly beautiful looking
blonde girl with her movie star looks despite having the wrong kind of
education & handling both the Thompson sub machine gun & M1918 Barratt
automatic rifle to deadly effect in the gangster wars of Chicago until a G
man's bullet struck her down. The eminent surgeon who treated her that day
was Doctor A A Rambo, the surgeon who operated on Blanche Barrow's eyes &
managed to save the sight of one eye, both of which had glass splinters
removed resulting from the car's windscreen being shot out.

Erica had certainly paid a heavy price for being able to walk again; a fact
which was hammered home to the judge presiding over her case that this
girl's surgery & post operative treatment had already totaled thousands of
dollars & to simply execute her would be an effective waste of public
money. A G man called Carl Trautman became interested in this girl,
especially if he could turn her. Faced with the electric chair, she chose
life & entered a career which became her calling.

She passed her training at Quantico, Virginia with flying colours with
straight A's throughout as well as being the best athlete, gymnast &
swimmer on her course & scoring the highest ever score with an Enfield P17
sniper rifle in the entire history of the facility, being the daughter of
German immigrants she also spoke fluent German & became their ideal choice
for a secret agent.

It was at the start of the Hindenburg's first voyage of the 1937 season
that 15 year old Henning kissed his parents & 13 year old younger brother
goodbye at Frankfurt. It was Erica who presented Henning with a large box
of chocolates making him promise never to open it under any circumstances
until he arrived in New York. A heated exchange broke out between Bruno
Bock & Erica demanding that security opens the box to check its contents
until Erica produced a forged Nazi ID card thus silencing Brock who scowled
angrily at her & walked away. The box contained a pound of medical grade
morphine which when seized by Customs & Henning detained thus to all
intents & purposes preventing his return to Germany, that consignment would
not be destroyed, instead it would be processed & distributed to hospitals
treating the poor throughout the city.

All Henning & his family knew was she was that nice lady from the bank who
not only sorted out their financial affairs by siphoning off some of the
proceeds of party officials taken from Jews but other items as well. Little
did they know that after watching the Hindenburg up ship, they would not be
returning home, their next port of call was Hamburg to board the Hamburg &
Amerika Linie ocean liner St Louis bound for New York as first class
passengers sharing a state room; They were traveling on American passports
as the Henning family from Nantucket; Erica Henning was Henning's elder
sister who carried Carl Henning's US passport & documents in her
handbag. Meanwhile removal contractors packaged up their belongings for
onward shipment to New York. The family were now separated from Nazi
clutches as the St Louis left Hamburg leaving US Customs to snatch Henning
from Bock's clutches at Lakehurst but first Henning would had to endure the
voyage from Hell being made to work hard for his passage & forced to sleep
with Bock.

Erica also had this base covered having spoken to Captain Pruss who was so
incensed that he threatened to have Bock offloaded if he didn't leave the
boy alone, he had Henning relocated to another cabin & his duties
lightened.

The Hindenburg arrived at Lakehurst over 12 hours late when the wind
suddenly changed direction forcing Captain Pruss to execute a sharp turn
when during the manouever several cables snapped tearing a huge gash in
number 5 gas cell making the ship stern heavy, gas was vented from the
front cells & 3 loads of water ballast were dropped which failed to correct
the trim when the captain ordered several crewmen to the front of the ship.

Charged with static with St Elmo's fire from the thunderstorm, it was a
sailor who first saw the outer skin rippling in front of the top vertical
tail fin. Other witnesses saw a glow from inside the ship when there was a
huge explosion with a massive fireball. The shock wave from the explosion
displaced the lathe on the Presto disc recorder cutting a deep groove into
its 16 inch recording disc when engineer Charles Nehlsen skillfully
replaced the lathe with its needle back onto the disc. The front of the
ship rose into the air as the fireball ripped through the ship spewing out
flames through the front when the burning ship came crashing down. Both
Jack & Carl gazed in horror as the huge behemoth was rapidly consumed by
fire as both passengers who managed to escape with some ground crew ran
away from the blazing wreck.

Henning stood on the bridge to watch the landing having previously brought
the officers their welcome flask of coffee & jumped when the gondola was
just feet from the ground, in blind panic he ran to the cars screaming &
bawling in terror when he suddenly saw the supercharged Cord 812 speedster
which he recognized from a photo Jack sent him in the mail with 2 men stood
beside the car & ran headlong into Carl hugging him hard screaming in
terror when Jack said.

"He's with me," then barked commandingly. "Henning, it's me, it's Jack,
I've got you, hold me."

Henning bawled out. "Thank god I've found you, please, please get me away
from here."

"Henning, I'm taking you straight home, you ride up front with me & Carl,
please sit in the back."

As soon as the V8 Lycoming engine fired up with the car coming to life, the
sounds with the sight of its dials lulled Henning into a peaceful state as
the aroma of polished leather seats hit his nostrils, another time he would
have been totally exhilarated just to ride in this car. Jack thoughtfully
covered him with a blanket before driving off.

Time seemed to stand still whilst the car sped along the roads reaching
over 100 mph at times yet despite this the drive took Jack 2 & a half
hours. Henning became trance like & not speaking a word until they arrived
at Jack's imposing Dutch colonial beachside wooden house with its spacious
gardens at Amityville, Long island stopping the car, opening the spacious
garage & finally parking next to his 1936 1,200cc Indian Chief motorcycle.

Once inside the house Jack ran a bath for Henning whilst Carl cooked a
simple quick to cook meal of hot dogs, fries & peas then Jack called out
his doctor.

Henning lay totally relaxed in the warm caressing bath water, he could
easily have showered although for him to lie in a nice warm bath washing
himself with a natural sponge using the finest soap & shampoo certainly
removed the last smells of the fire he escaped from, as the water started
to cool he turned on the hot tap. Normally he would be stroking his 7 inch
cock to its climax in a bath but those thoughts were furthest from his mind
until Jack knocked on the door with a huge bath towel & a dressing gown,
having only his cabin boy's uniform, socks, shoes & underwear he began to
realize he would need new clothes now that all his possessions, clothes &
the chocolates which he promised not to open until he arrived in America
were now burnt to a cinder.

Carl certainly cooked a delicious meal in the best of New York traditions
which was eagerly consumed by a hungry Henning followed by chocolate ice
cream with lashings of Canadian maple syrup washed down with a glass of ice
cold coke with ice when there was the sound of a car pulling up followed by
the doorbell.

Jack spoke forcefully saying. "Listen up & listen good, Your name from now
on is & will be Carl Henning, I will tell you the rest later, I want you to
tell the doctor that I picked you up soaking wet & brought you here having
notified your parents. You weren't anywhere remotely near the Hindenburg,
got it!"

The boy looked with a stunned expression on his face & stuttered out. "I
understand Mr. Jack," as he went to answer the door he saw the emblem on
the front of his Hitler youth skimpy swim team silk swimming trunks he wore
as underwear having changed into them that morning the sight of which
alarmed Jack when he barked out as he pointed. "Take that underwear off
right now & give it to me!" Jack took the garment off him & placed it in a
drawer.

Jack entered the living room with Doctor Quayle, a mature well built man
close to retirement who arrived in his Bugatti type 35 car. Jack spoke
saying. "This boy is Carl whose 15 & lives at Queens, I found him lying on
the sidewalk soaked right through to the skin, brought him home, gave him a
good long hot soak in the bath & fed him afterwards. As it will take all
night for his clothes to be washed & dried, I had his parents notified by
messenger informing them he'll be staying the night & being the good caring
person I am, I would like you to check him over," & led them to his study.

The doctor conducted a full physical examination on Henning seeing a well
conditioned muscular blond youth standing 5 foot & 8 inches barefoot seeing
his huge nipples on large pointed breast buds topping his well developed
pectorals gained through hard gymnastics & swimming training sporting a
large uncut cock & he knew within seconds that he was not one of Jack's
street kids having also noticed that he spoke perfect English with a
European accent.

Doctor Quayle led Henning back into the living room & said. "Jack, I want
you to level with me, I've known your father since med school & we're old
buddies, your boy is certainly no street kid, I know this having seen many
high school athletes of his age, whatever your secret is will always be
safe with me, you know this so why are you trying to pull the wool over my
eyes?"

"Mr. Trautman, kindly let the good doctor know who this boy really is," he
showed him his FBI badge & ID saying. "His name is Henning who's a cabin
boy from the German airship Hindenburg which crashed in flames a few hours
ago at Lakehurst & isn't on the news yet, we are now responsible for the
boy's safety & Jack is about to become his legal guardian, his family will
be arriving on the Hamburg & America line ship St Louis next week along
with special agent Janssen, who you young Henning know as that lovely lady
from the bank who gave you a box of chocolates. His safety is now of
paramount importance as there are dangerous Nazi agents after him who won't
hesitate to kill this boy on sight especially as he is now a material
witness to an upcoming trial."

The doctor muttered. "Holy mother of god, I knew it, you just know it when
you see a kid like him, in my professional opinion all the boy needs is a
good night's sleep followed by a trip to one of New York's department
stores to have him kitted out with a full set of clothes, good night
gentlemen."

Henning hugged Jack hard bawling out, only this time he was crying tears of
joy, he became so overwhelmed by his emotions especially as his life had
now changed forever, Erica had told him so much about America that in his
mind's eye it was the one place he wanted to be, to be away from Nazi
tyranny, living in fear of that knock on the door & carted off in the
middle of the night to a concentration camp simply because Bruno Bock had
uttered forged papers naming his family as Jews. Bruno Bock wouldn't have
had any hesitation in smashing the boy's head with a solid item & quietly
throwing him overboard during the night on the Hindenburg's return voyage
just to ensure his silence that he was also a satyr maniac peadophile who
picked up boys from railway stations for sex. To Henning, the days couldn't
pass quickly enough as he impatiently awaited the arrival of the St Louis
in New York. Now Bruno Bock became the hunted with the might of the US
federal law enforcement departments after him when it was noticed that he
was presumed missing the following day fuelled by footprints being found
near the outer fence with the remains of a burnt parachute leading to
speculation that he may have endured a hard landing depending on how much
silk caught fire & burnt during his descent to the ground lasting only
seconds with his parachute possibly deploying just feet from the ground.

Jack led Henning to the master bedroom for the night to sleep together in
his luxurious double bed where they both slept naked together, Henning felt
secure as their naked forms embraced each other with both their rock hard
cocks touching each other leaking out pre-cum. Love coursed through Henning
as they both kissed exchanging tongues & he was gagging for sex wanting
every inch of Jack's 10 inches of steel hard cock pounding into his tight
teen hole. Jack sucked on his nipples sending euphoric & highly intense
sensations to his cock & balls when Henning threw back the covers demanding
Jack to fuck him hard positioning himself on his back whilst Jack reached
into the bedside cabinet for his bottle of lube, lubed up his cock &
Henning's hole & slowly pushed his rock hard cock inside him to his balls
after placing Henning's ankles on his shoulders then thrusting slowly into
him. Those intense feelings of a huge rock hard cock in his hole & having
his prostate massage by that huge invader brought on Henning's tremendously
shattering orgasm hosing out huge ropes of teen boy spunk in powerful jets
some of which flew right over him whilst others plastered his face & eyes
with the last of his spunk dribbling onto his stomach not having shot a
load for 4 days, it was this night when he shot the biggest load of his
young life & yet there was no way he could match Jack for quantity as at
least a dozen huge fire hose like blasts of spunk gushed inside his hole
with powerful knock like pulses of his cock before they disengaged entering
their sleepy afterglows & fell asleep in a lovers embrace with spunk on
both their stomachs & flooding out of Henning's gaping hole as Jack licked
Henning's spunk from his face whilst Henning used his hands to clean his
face & licked them clean.

The following morning they woke, showered together & Carl cooked their full
breakfasts before ordering a cab to take them to the train station. It was
over the radio they all heard Herbert Morrison of WLS Chicago deliver his
famous news broadcast leaving Henning stunned which would later become
immortalized. Henning dressed in the cabin boy's uniform with his silk
swimming trunks as underwear which had been hand washed & dried for him,
fortunately Jack had a spare Mackintosh coat for Henning to wear thereby
covering up most of his uniform with a hat thereby giving him the
appearance of an older teenager.

Henning certainly found the streets of New York eye catching with its
impressive buildings & skyscrapers, all the cars he saw were huge, all
powered by huge engines making those European cars he saw look like toys &
fondly remembering Erica telling him that Americans had everything bigger &
better. He saw some New York cops riding horses, everyone looked well
dressed & the whole city had a fairy tale atmosphere which to Henning was
the city of dreams.

The Maceys department store shopping experience to Henning was like a fairy
tale as they walked through the large store with every conceivable item on
display yet within feet from him at all times was Carl, on constant watch
ready to pounce on whoever might threaten him. Carl had filled him in on
all the details about his family who were about to become US permanent
residents yet guarded as though they were under witness protection. The old
Henning had already been posted as missing & the German consulate
notified. Even when Nazi officials would finally arrive at his parents flat
to notify them, all they would find is an empty flat & the paperwork would
eventually be forgotten.

Henning was measured for his clothes with allowances made for his growing
body. It was here he took a vehement stance insisting that whatever he came
away from the store with that day HAD to be made in America which surprised
Jack totally but Henning really stuck to his guns on this one & nothing
would ever change his mind when he said.

"Listen Jack, this is America, it is now my new home, whatever we buy from
the shops has to be American, we have to take this stance to protect
American workers & their families, we have to ensure our farmers produce
our food for the table & for a fair price, our fishermen are paid a fair
price for their catch & our industrial might becomes geared up to meet the
challenges of a coming war."

Jack was stunned at what came out from Henning's mouth & yet he knew the
boy was damn well right, he also knew that he along with his brother would
be entering the U S education system & took Henning to the respective
departments for regulation high school uniform, sportswear & school items
with a professional cowhide leather briefcase embossed with his C H
initials to contain his school books & for the rest of the items he would
be requiring a small backpack to contain some of his school items &
sportswear. The final purchase that day was a Hamilton watch as used by
commercial pilots which became his prized possession.

Jack took him for lunch at a city diner then took a cab to his bank, they
entered an imposing building built in the previous century with a plush
interior, a commissionaire wearing a smart uniform politely greeted Jack
with "Good afternoon Mr. Upton, your father's waiting for you in the board
room & he would like to see you now." They took an elevator up 10 floors to
the top & entered the board room with both Henning & Carl. Jack Upton Sr
spoke with a sincere voice saying. Jack, I am going to have to shut down
the Berlin operation right away, I have a meeting with the Germans in an
hour's time to discuss the sale along with my attorney. Now, I take it this
is the boy the Germans are looking for? I received a call from Mr. Bock
this morning & these photos were delivered to me by messenger with a letter
demanding where the boy is, seeing as you weren't at home this morning I
couldn't contact you.  The FBI called saying that footprints along with a
burnt parachute were found outside the fence at Lakehurst. I am having the
press run the story of the missing boy with a last sighting of him at Union
station boarding a Los Angeles bound train to throw him off the
scent. Meanwhile I'll have you driven in my limousine to Glenn H Curtiss
field where my Ford Trimotor is waiting to fly you all to my summer
residence at Nantucket; I should think 26 miles of water should be enough
to keep him away."

Henning became exhilarated as he watched the Ford 4 AT-B Trimotor
(Affectionally known as the tin Goose) aircraft with its corrugated
aluminium skin draw nearer with a fuel truck being driven away from the
aircraft, the female first officer welcomed the 3 on board beckoning them
to their seats, loaded their luggage & was about to close the door when a
mail van drew up with the driver asking.

"Sorry to put this one on you. I missed the flight owing to a puncture &
would you be so kind as to take 3 bags of mail on to Nantucket."

"Hurry up & load them on board as we're leaving," the driver loaded the
bags into the luggage space & left saying. "Thanks mister."

The 3 Wright J5-A Whirlwind engines each rated at 200 hp started up in turn
with a healthy roar belching out smoke from the exhausts & ran up for
several minutes as the engines warmed up with the pilot performing the
magneto drop down tests, both pilots checked the movement on the wing
control surfaces & the pilot checked the tail surfaces through the rearward
facing periscope before releasing the brakes & taxying to the holding
point, both pilots checked their horizons for approaching aircraft & waited
for the green light from the control tower which illuminated clearing the
aircraft for take off.

The deafening roar from those Wright Whirlwinds reverberated right
throughout the aircraft which the cabin even with its luxurious interior
seating 8 passengers resembling that of an Edwardian ocean liner's lounge
did little to silence added to by the rumbling noises likened to an old car
being driven on an unsurfaced bumpy road. Henning became so exhilarated by
this aircraft traveling in a luxury only a few boys could ever dream
about. This was the largest aircraft he had flown on with his previous
flight being on an open two seat Hitler youth training glider towed aloft
by a Bucker Jungmeister biplane the previous year. All those hours in a
ground school classroom studying had culminated in this glider flight
albeit with an instructor who saw the boy as a natural who flew the glider
like an experienced pilot finally bringing it in to a good landing when his
mind came back to the present as the aircraft just hopped aloft & climbed
skywards like a fly. Henning gazed in amazement at the panorama all around
him seeing a smoke haze over the City of New York & the ocean nearby as the
aircraft flew out over the ocean whilst steadily climbing with a few light
bumps & flexions until it banked left taking a course for the island.

Although making some small talk, reading Time magazine & looking at his new
Hamilton watch. The memory of the Hindenburg was now fast fading for he
knew he was safe as the Tin Goose (otherwise known as the Ford model T of
the skies) was a sturdy reliable aircraft which no operator had yet worn
out which was the mainstay of airlines until the Douglas DC-2 & DC-3 came
into service, it was these aircraft which began making money for the
airlines when his thoughts were brought to the present as the First officer
presented him with a snack bag consisting of a fresh lobster sandwich with
a cup of Florida grown ground coffee with a measure of New Jersey dairy
milk & Demerara sugar which he savoured like a fine wine.

After finishing his meal Henning was invited to sit in the co-pilots seat &
handle the controls, he explained to the captain that he already flew a
glider & therefore knew what the controls did, nevertheless he took Henning
through a very thorough explanation of them talking him through each move
through pitch, yaw, turns & how altering the power settings would cause the
aircraft to ascend or descend. Flying at 10,000 feet they had plenty of
altitude although he did find he had to manually correct the aircraft after
each turn when the captain placed a stopwatch on the instrument panel &
demonstrated a rate one turn taking the aircraft 60 seconds to complete a
circle then leveled off & said.

"Master Henning, you have the aircraft."  "Sir, I have the aircraft."

"Right, please take the aircraft through a rate one turn."

Henning checked his horizons, started the stop watch & commenced his turn
to the left applying a little right rudder to minimize descent during the
turn. His level of concentration became intense constantly switching his
gaze between the horizon & the turn & bank indicator as the compass needle
swung round in time with the stop watch watching the altimeter & air speed
indicator knowing that the reduced airspeed on the left wing could result
in the wing stalling putting the aircraft into a spin. He began sweating
profusely & started mopping his face when finally he leveled off then made
a course correction onto the original heading receiving a hearty
congratulation from the captain when Henning said. "You have the aircraft."

Henning still retained control of the aircraft & repeated. "Captain, you
have the aircraft."

The captain replied. "I have the aircraft, looks like I couldn't catch you
out, always remember to acknowledge whenever another pilot tells you that
you have control of the aircraft, it's a common mistake made by student
pilots, there's lots of training ahead but I am sure that one day you'll
make a fine pilot, please leave the flight deck for the First officer to
take over & ask Mr. Upton forward so I can speak with him.

Henning returned to his seat & sent Jack forward, he returned with a huge
smile on his face saying.

"You've certainly made a good impression with the captain, he's very
pleased at how you've handled the aircraft especially as it's your first
time, seems to me that we've found your calling."

The island gradually loomed into view as he watched from the flight deck,
again at the Captain's invitation & gazing in awe at the dials &
instruments, some of which are on the engine support beams when the captain
throttled back the engines starting the descent into Les Holmes farmer's
field at Nobadeer for a landing onto a grass runway as Henning returned to
his seat & strapped himself in.

With the wind coming from the south the aircraft descended along the north
side of the island before turning a large 180 degree turn flying over
Polpis onto a compass bearing for the runway taking a gentle glide path
with the aircraft encountering bumps & light turbulence owing to the wind
when it finally settled onto the grass with the cabin interior sounding
like the heavens opening up with the noise as the aircraft rolled to a stop
& then taxied to a large wooden building with a waiting mail van & a V8
engined 1932 Ford sedan. The flight was finally over yet Henning deplaned
from the aircraft in a highly euphoric state gazing all around until Jack
opened the luggage compartment & passed out the mail sacks & luggage before
the mail van's driver loaded some mail sacks & parcels into the luggage
compartment & everyone watched the aircraft take off.

Jack hugged his mum then introduced Henning who gave her a hug then loaded
up the Ford for the drive to Nantucket town & their beach side house on the
outskirts.

They entered a smaller white painted wooden house over 80 years old seeing
a fine English grandfather clock with its small seconds hand & the phases
of the moon on its painted dial, next to the clock was a large wooden cased
barometer, Henning hung the Mackintosh & hat onto the hat stand & Jack lead
them into the living room whilst his mum heated up an English Sirram kettle
on a solid fuel cooker to make the tea. She had lived in America most of
her life & still spoke with a cultured English accent & is a tea drinker.

All the furnishings in the house were old yet immaculately kept which had
both gas & electric lighting, a piano stood in the corner of the living
room which was partitioned off from a smaller study, an ivory coloured
candlestick telephone stood next to the hallway & like a child, Henning
gazed at the large Black forest cuckoo clock in the living room & having
checked the time of both clocks with his watch he saw that they both kept
perfect time & with the time approaching 4 o clock they had arrived in
perfect time for tea.

Mrs. Upton looked very sprightly for her 60 years with graying hair &
brought out the tray containing the teapot covered with its caddy with a
jug of milk, sugar with 4 fine bone china cups & saucers then returned with
a large ornate tin containing large choc chip cookies. Over tea they made
small talk although Henning spent most of his time lovingly describing his
flight leaving them in no doubt that he was a mad about aeroplanes
youngster when he asked.

"Is there a large sketch pad in the house?" Jack replied. "There's one in
the study," Henning departed to the study finding the sketch pad on the
writing desk next to a large frame model Burroughs portable 10 space adding
machine, he saw Mrs. Upton's framed certificate on the wall detailing her
as a British chartered accountant then he picked up a pencil & began
drawing.

He painstakingly drew his picture from memory carefully as he knew what he
was drawing was highly important which took him 3 hours making him late for
his evening meal although he drank 2 glasses of orange juice in between
resulting him using the bathroom before dinner. The completed drawing was
of a large 4 engined transport aircraft which he saw on a recent Hitler
youth trip to Bremen, he called the aircraft the Condor & said.

"Mr. Trautman, this aircraft is being built by Focke Wulf & I am told it
will be a passenger airliner capable of flying from Berlin to New York, it
is imperative that the government are made aware of this aircraft because
who knows what may arise from further development."  Carl uttered. "Holy
mother of god, I'll see to this right away."

After dinner Henning went for a walk to explore the town accompanied by
Carl & whilst sat on the beach looking towards the breakwater on a clear
sunny evening a lone 4 engined olive drab coloured aircraft flew low
overhead displaying stars on blue circles with a red dot in the centre on
the wings & fuselage with a wide vertical blue stripe & red horizontal
stripes on the tail fin, it flew so low that Henning saw & waved to the
pilot followed by the aircraft waggling its wings in salute with a
grumbling noise emanating from its 4 Wright Cyclone R1820 radial
engines. The sight & sounds of this aircraft exhilarated him when he
asked. "What plane is that?"

"Sonny, you're looking at the future of Uncle Sam's aviation, that my boy
is a YB17 flying fortress bomber."  "Oh wow!"

Henning quickly stripped down to his silk swimming trunks which now had
both the badge & the makers label carefully removed thus denying anyone the
knowledge of where they're made or any connection to the Hitler Youth
thereby passing for a pair of black jockeys at an initial glance. He ran
into the water & swam a powerful front crawl stroke like Olympic swimmer
Johnny Weissmuller in the Tarzan movies before clambering out & sitting on
the breakwater. The sight of this teenager's perfect almost Charles Atlas
physique wearing the skimpiest briefs Carl had seen in his entire life
awoke his teenage memories with a vengeance as his cock rose to full mast
tenting out the front of his trousers & with other people on the beach
around him, he sat down in order to hide the raging boner inside his
trousers not having popped a spontaneous boner since high school.

If there's one thing kids do, they will loudly point out anything out of
the ordinary about a person & when a mom walked past with 2 small boys one
of them said loudly.

"Mom, that man's wearing an under boulder shoulder holster," she slapped
the boy saying loudly. "Johnny, how many times have I told you never to say
anything about strangers," when the boy burst out crying.

Having sat on the breakwater admiring the town, he started back, this time
swimming breast stroke with his head bobbing in & out of the water in order
to swim to the correct spot on the beach then walk up to Carl waiting to
cover him with his towel so he could remove his wet swimsuit & dress on the
beach whilst retaining his modesty, something he never did in Germany as
the peoples attitudes towards nudity are different with skinnydipping in
rivers & lakes & nude sunbathing being the norm which would stand him in
good stead for his first High school gym class swimming session.

Henning slept like a log that night until he had a nightmarish dream just
before dawn watching the Hindenburg approach when it burst into flames &
within the fireball he saw the demonic face of Bruno Bock looking at him
with demonic red eyes with an intensely piercing gaze which bore into his
form like daggers when he woke up with a start uttering a guttural scream
which woke Jack next to him who embraced him hard planting him with kisses
& reassuring him it was just a bad dream.

Next morning after Jack sucked Henning's cock off to an explosive climax,
they showered together & Mrs. Upton made everyone a filling breakfast when
a van drew up outside, pressed the doorbell & called. "Special delivery."

Jack had a wry smile on his face when he answered the door to sign for &
accept the large parcel bearing the Arnold Schwinn company's address label
which had arrived by air that very morning scheduled for an 8 am delivery.

Henning watched the package arrive when Jack said to him.

"Please help me unpack this."

As the wraps came off Henning became exhilarated at the sight of their top
of the range Italian racing red high quality bronze welded lugged British
Reynolds 531 tubing frame with its top of the range Campagnolo Derailleurs,
hubs & group set, as he watched the bike being assembled tears of joy came
to his eyes whilst gazing at their top of the range 6 day racer, the
forerunner of their paramount models introduced the following year. This
was the racing bike of dreams, of the Olympic Games, of high profile races
such as the Tour de France, a bike ridden by the best racers, a bike so
special he swore to take good care of it. Jack filled the drinks bottle
with Florida orange juice whilst Henning quickly changed into his gym
shorts & tee shirt which showed off his bulging breasts to good effect
especially with his large nipple pokies, sports socks & gym pumps.

Jack made the final adjustments to the bike & Henning was off on his ride
to the airfield on a warm sunny morning.

This bike was so precise as a thoroughbred should be although like all
racers it gave a hard ride on the tarmac road & he was thankful of the
leather British Brooks racing sprung saddle which gave him comfort. He
savoured the rush of air on his form, through his hair, into his eyes with
a cooling blast up the legs of his gym shorts felt on his package as his
muscular legs drove the pedals like steam train connecting rods. The gear
changes were so precise & fast whereby even with a slight change in either
the wind or the gradient he could shift gears up or down as required. It
impressed him that he had 10 gears to play with, 5 on the left shift & 2 on
the right from the adjustable friction damped aluminium levers fitted to
the frame's down tube although he would have to get used to the front brake
lever on the left & the rear brake lever on the right.

This was a bike built for speed & he pushed it to his limits when he found
that top gear was what's known as a tall gear owing to the larger of the 2
crank sprockets & the small top gear on the gear block which certainly
challenged the strength in his legs especially with the blast of wind
coming off the sea hearing the cacophony of sound of the tyres on the road,
the chain riding through the sprockets & the vibration felt through the
bars as the airfield came into view when he dismounted to wheel his bike
along the grass knowing that racers aren't built for riding on unsurfaced
tracks.

He caught sight of the circling YB17 over the sea which looked for all the
world as though the aircraft was searching for something, he also knew it
could be a maritime patrol aircraft having read Jack's latest copy of
Jane's all the world's aircraft yet there was an intensity about the search
which he became acutely aware of, as though a soul was lost at sea or was
it something more sinister such as a German Unterseeboot?, could there be
one lurking undetected near these shores? Maintaining a listening watch
over the airwaves, listening for the radio transmissions of German agents
then slinking out to sea to transmit its messages to Germany with its more
powerful transmitter? A very close watch was now kept on radio & electrical
shops, especially if the buyer requested certain items which are on a
proscribed FBI list which was kept in a safe part of the store which the
proprietor had to memorise & therefore it was unlikely that the tuning
coils enabling a transmitter to reach Germany could be built although it
was possible to build a transmitter with a shorter range.

He wheeled his bike & parked it outside the airfield office & entered
having seen the Curtiss JN-4D Jenny biplane with a notice offering joy
flights. An intuitive thought told him he must go up in this aircraft & fly
out over the sea then asked about a flight. A 5 dollar flight would only
take him for a circuit around the airfield; he needed at least a half hour,
maybe even an hour & called Jack from a payphone within the building.

Both Jack & Carl sped from the house in the Ford & on arrival Jack was
clearly angered at Henning having requested what is tantamount to a costly
joy flight but it was Carl with his more level headed approach who said.

"Your boy may be on to something here, let's send him up with my camera &
binoculars & if they see something he'll photograph it, my expense account
will take care of that."

With the FBI payment finalized & Henning zipped into a flight suit, goggles
& leather flying helmet carrying Carl's 35mm Leica M2 rangefinder camera
having preset both the lens & shutter speed after changing the lens for a
telephoto lens & binoculars he walked out with the pilot to the Jenny.

The pilot pre-flighted the aircraft, checked the oil & fuel levels
sufficient for a one hour flight, strapped Henning into the front seat then
sat in the aircraft for an airfield engineer to hand swing start its
Curtiss OX-5 90 hp V8 piston engine.

The last thing was to top off the fuel tank, now the Jenny could stay up
for 2 hours although it could barely make its service ceiling of 6,500
feet, after turning the engine over by hand it took 3 swings of the prop
for the engine to burst into life.

Henning read the maker's plate with interest noting that this aircraft was
a JN-4D built in 1918 at Buffalo, New York & became exhilarated with all
the sounds, smells & vibration resulting in the entire structure quivering
as the aircraft began to taxi to the holding point of the runway awaiting
the green light which owing to the position of the sun, a green flag was
hoisted on the flagpole instead.

The roar from the engine almost deafened Henning being sat behind it
watching the wooden propeller spin up rapidly blasting him with its gale
force like blast over the front windshield watching the exposed rocker gear
rapidly operate from both banks of cylinders as the aircraft accelerated
whilst trying to shake itself apart on the runway when it rose gently into
the air leaving those dreaded take off noises behind. Now all he heard was
is the sound of the wind through the struts & bracing wires with the steady
beat of the engine although the aircraft certainly flexed its bones as it
climbed skywards lumbering at 60 knots when Henning pointed to the
direction he wanted the aircraft to take.

From 2,000 feet he gazed down intently at the sea below from out of the sun
& all he saw was the sea bottom as a patchwork quilt of light & green yet
he knew something was down there which the YB17 hadn't spotted, perhaps
they may not have even heard the Jenny overhead, an hour passed by without
seeing nothing, then another half hour, any longer then the aircraft
wouldn't be able to make it back to the field when he saw a small boat
which looked like an inflatable with 2 men inside & another who seemed to
be enjoying a swim in the water through Carl's binoculars seeing that all 3
wore only shorts when he saw it, a long dark shape underneath them, he
frantically took the camera & fired off loads of exposures at the dark
menacing shape as the pilot noted their position for he too saw it, now the
flight had purpose, it was mission accomplished with the Jenny now on its
home run to the airfield & although running short on fuel it came in for a
safe landing albeit the whole aircraft flexed as it protested whilst
rolling to a stop. Henning certainly felt euphoric now that whatever higher
entities were guiding his life, it felt like winning a race, scoring a goal
or being awarded for an achievement for he knew in his heart he had found
the German Unterseeboot & had the photos to prove it. Round one to Uncle
Sam.

Henning deplaned from the aircraft feeling on top of the world handing Carl
his camera & binoculars saying.

"I took a load of photos of something large down there with a small boat
with 3 men, whatever's down there is certainly big, it's got to be a
submarine."

Jack hugged him hard planting him with kisses causing the youth to have a
raging erection inside the flight suit with a jet of pre-cum flowing into
his silk swimming trunks saying. "Henning you have done really well today,
thank you. Now we must have this film & both of your reports which I will
be forwarding onto the navy department.

Using their office typewriter on airfield headed notepaper, their secretary
typed both their accounts as one report after being sworn to secrecy by
Carl, she finally read out the document which read with the professionalism
of a newspaper article followed by both signing it followed by Jack's
countersignature with his card & packaging them up to send Special delivery
to the Navy department's address held in Jack's note book. They both drove
off leaving Henning to ride his bicycle back & during the ride he
formulated a plan which had him giggling thinking what if a boat load of
high school kids pranked that submarine? It was a thought which made him
burst out laughing; it was harmless & would avoid an international incident
as no one would be hurt nor the submarine damaged yet it would send a clear
signal from Uncle Sam to get the hell out of there.

Henning knew that the 4th of July is American Independence Day which also
meant fireworks, he spent time asking around the shops for he also knew
that kids would be after fireworks during the lead up to the celebrations
but none of the shops had ordered any stock & feeling disgruntled he rode
to the beach, locked his bike, stripped to his swimming trunks & swam out
to the breakwater to ponder his thoughts when he saw another swimmer
approaching him.

Henning's thoughts were that `he's really good, just like me,' when a youth
of around his age exited the sea to sit beside him on the breakwater, he
held out his hand saying. "Hi, haven't seen you around these parts, I
couldn't help noticing your black Jockeys, you look awesome in them I must
say, where did you get them?"

"I brought them back with me from Germany, they're what I wore on my
swimming team, my hosts ordered me to remove the badge on the front so as
not to offend people."

"If you don't mind me saying, seeing you in those I couldn't stop looking
at you & got a huge hard on so I had to find out more," he held his hand
saying.

"My name's Jake & I am captain of the High school swim team & you are."

"Carl, I'm staying with the Uptons' waiting for the St Louis to arrive in
New York, I wonder if you could perhaps help me with a problem, you see I'm
looking for a large firework which will explode underwater."

"Gee, you want to catch some fish, don't you?"

"Something like that except this fish is huge & made from steel."

"Oh wow, I'm your man, Dad's a diver in the navy & they use something like
that to recall divers from underwater, Jeez they make a huge bang, Dad let
one off last year in our back garden & within minutes the whole
neighborhood was crawling with cops."

"Jake, we have to keep this a secret, promise me, there's a lot a stake
here. I'll be starting High school in a few days."

"There's only one High school on the island so you'll be attending with me,
as you swim well I'll be asking coach if he'll let you try out for the
team."

Henning certainly noticed Jake gazing at his form & sneaking glances at the
huge bulge in his silk swimming trunks noticing they went sheer when wet &
seeing his package in its entirety. Jake too wore a pair of skin tight
black silk square cut swimming trunks tented out by his huge 8 inch log
like erection showing every detail of the bulbous head on his hugely fat
circumcised cock & the sight of Henning's breasts with his huge nipples
fueling his erotic desire to have sex with him, both teenagers were fully
hard when Jake made his move grasping Henning's throbbing rampant cock
through his trunks, he wanted this to happen uttering a sigh when his hands
grasped his breasts stroking his nipples with his thumbs making Henning
giggle as they were so sensitive & within seconds they waded back into the
sea a few feet away from the breakwater & wanked each other off, they were
so worked up both lads shot their loads of spunk underwater then kissed
each other.

Henning said. "We must do this again sometime," Jake replied. "I'll speak
with my parents & ask them to invite you for a sleepover then it'll be show
time."

"I would very much like that."  "Good, I'll call around to your place after
dinner; I really love your breasts as they look so girly & oh, those
Jockeys of yours."

The St Louis had almost reached a third of the way across the Atlantic with
Erica's thoughts wishing the ship was faster, she rehearsed in her mind
word for word the telegram she would be sending to Jack & thoughtfully
decided to address the telegram to the bank instead of his summer residence
at Nantucket thereby avoiding the possibility of the wireless telegraphist
passing the address onto a Nazi agent on board. This would be the time they
were sitting down for breakfast in the First class dining hall. During the
day the ship was making 16 knots slowing down to 10 knots at night powered
by her huge marine diesel engines.

Henning's father held many fond memories as a 16 year old cabin boy on the
Hamburg & America line turbine powered steamship Imperator from her maiden
voyage in 1913 until war broke out in 1914 when he joined the Kaiser's navy
a year later & saw action at the Battle of Jutland in 1916. Like his son,
he too had an insatiable appetite for sex & had his fair share with rich
passengers on board the Imperator during his voyages & luckily for him, he
was never caught.

Erica could only wait impatiently for the St Louis to come within ship to
shore radio range of about 1,200 nautical miles off Cape Race & therefore
no one on board the St Louis was even remotely aware that the Hindenburg
crashed in a huge fireball at Lakehurst.

Erica brought with her a German Telefunken suitcase radio set which her
forged Nazi I D facilitated passing through security receiving only a
cursory glance as another make would have seen her arrested. This radio set
had a range of about 1,000 miles on continuous wave using Morse code. Using
this set she maintained a listening watch for American ships with her US
naval code book which listed every U S vessel's call sign when she heard
radio traffic, on checking her code book she saw it was the USS Ocean tiger
which is a submarine & transmitted her code.

The submarine requested her authentication code which she sent requesting
any updates. The reply she received shocked her to the very core yet she
had the presence of mind to thank the submarine & signed off switching off
the radio. Not even this hardened agent could hold back her tears thinking
her beloved Henning's now dead. Fortunately she was alone in the state room
& now she had to compose herself, freshen up & think. She was the only
person on board the St Louis who knew the Hindenburg had crashed in flames
with no further news, until she could find out more it would have to remain
a secret.

Bruno Bock arrived in New York having disguised himself dying his hair
black shaving twice daily with a Gillette travel safety razor to hide any
traces of his blond stubble wearing round gold rimmed spectacles with plain
lenses, a mackintosh coat & hat carrying an attaché case blending in
with the city folk, now he was just a nameless face in amongst thousands of
people.

He saw his photo on the front page of all the New York dailies & bought a
copy off a street vendor boy, he saw the photo wasn't a clear one which he
surmised had to be a blow up from a small negative, a closer look revealed
it was taken on board the Hindenburg, several passengers had cameras on
board but weren't allowed to use flash bulbs. Passenger Joseph Spah, the
famous funny man filmed several scenes with his cine camera when he
remembered someone brushing his brow with his hand catching sight of a
metallic object the size of a cigarette lighter in his hand when the
thought struck him like a thunderbolt as he remembered reading a secret
article passed to him by Admiral Canaris of the Abwehr detailing a sub
miniature camera under development at Riga in Latvia titled `Riga Minox'
fuelling his speculation about an American agent on board?

Henning's first day at High School, sited in a disused army barracks with
the foundations for the new school being laid nearby was a thought
provoking experience especially having to stand up in front of his class of
mixed sophomore students introducing himself with the story Jack briefed
him with. Thankfully he was assigned a seat next to Jake, the first period
of the morning was US history about the American Civil War which thankfully
Erica gave him books to read up on this important subject, his teacher
wanted to test his reading skills tasking him to read out aloud the famous
Gettysburg address speech delivered by President Lincoln which Henning read
out to the class with perfect accented diction to a rousing applause from
everyone elevating his euphoria as he took a bow.

Gym class for boys followed the morning break at the outdoor swimming pool
next to the school & Henning would be thankful for the high shrub hedge
bordering the grounds of the pool owing to all boys being required to
firstly shower then spend their entire session swimming naked in the pool
owing to inefficient pool filtration systems, fibres from swimsuits, body
hair &c clogging filters & local health department ordinances. Henning
certainly felt everyones gaze on his form, something which never bothered
him in Germany but he was in a strange country amongst boys he knew for
less than 2 hours, he was the odd one out sporting his huge cock & breasts
resembling those of a girl in the early stages of breast development when
Coach's voice boomed out saying.

"Listen up boys, Carl Henning may have come from another country but he's
no different to any of you, cut him and he'll bleed red blood, now hurry up
& swim your quarter mile warm up & make it snappy!"

Henning started number 2 behind Jake after asking Coach's permission, being
the swim team's captain he led the sessions from the front & within 2
lengths he saw the rising star in Henning with thoughts of Jake's request
for a try out now being approved in his mind & waited for the warm up to
finish.

Leaving Jake to coach the rest of the session, Coach called out Henning &
put him through a very hard try out, almost as though he was trying to
break him by pushing him to his limits only for Henning to take it all in
his stride. This was the anchor man the Whalers were looking for, this was
the name given to the school's swim team, it was after the session Coach
called both Jake & Henning aside, took them to the pool's office & sucked
them both simultaneously with both shooting their spunk in seconds to walk
to the showers with spunk leaking out of both their cocks, welcoming
Henning to the Whalers & issuing him with his team bathing suit to wear
only in competitions.

After school finished for the day Henning brought Jake back to the Upton's
house for English tea then proudly showed him his racing bike parked inside
the garage next to the motorcycle then both lads embraced each other in a
prolonged kiss & as their groins touched sending electricity between them
as both their cocks became rock hard instantly with Henning's cock
squirting a jet of pre-cum into his silk swim briefs.

Throughout the day the appearance of Henning's breasts tenting out his
school shirt with his huge nipples poking out the material of both his
shirt & undershirt kept Jake in an almost constant state of arousal after
previously having fondled a girl's breasts, he fondled his breasts &
massaged his nipples through his shirt sending intense feelings to his
balls & within seconds Henning flooded his silk swim briefs with a huge
deluge of spunk, it would take him but minutes to hand wash his briefs but
his trousers were another matter, either he wore those trousers to school
the next day with a huge dried & crusted spunk stain on the front or he
would have to go cap in hand to Jack to have them laundered & pressed when
the phone rang.

Mrs. Upton took the call calling Carl to the phone speaking to a high
ranking naval officer who called him long distance from Washington saying.

"Carl, those photos your boy took from that airplane have really stirred up
a hornets nest here, our boys in the lab processed the film which confirms
the sighting of a submarine which we think is either listening in to our
radio traffic or is in communication with spies, we do know for certain
that it's a German submarine, our problem is that we can't touch her as
we're not at war with Germany although the boys on the hill want it gone."

Carl said. "Our boy here has a brilliant plan to shift that goddamn sub."

"Oh good, let's hear it," Carl called out. "Henning, you're wanted on the
horn."

He came down the stairs barefoot after changing into tee shirt & shorts,
Carl passed him the phone saying. "The navy wants to speak to you."

"Henning here, how can I help you?"

"You've already done enough & thanks for finding that sub, as you can
guess, both Carl & I want it gone but international law says we can't do a
goddamn think about her & I'm told you have a cunning plan up your sleeve,
let's hear it?"

"That's easy, my plan is to sail a boat full of High School kids over her
and throw loads of those large fireworks overboard which are used to recall
divers from underwater,"

"Sonny, that's awesome, you deserve a citation for this, we'll have to sit
here a bit longer until we find out what she's really up to, can you pass
Carl back please?"

"Carl, I love your boy's plan to prank that sub & I'll sort out some stores
at this end & a sailing yacht to show those bastards they're not welcome
near our shores," they both spoke small talk before the call ended.

Bruno Bock trawled the city's radio & electrical shops with his shopping
list written out on a piece of paper, most of the items were easily
purchased, some of which he bought from war surplus shops which included
wire, soldering iron & solder, certain valves & other items which are on
the proscribed list which included a morse key without arousing the
proprietor's suspicion & just as he was about to leave the shop be saw a
telephone lineman's Buttinski handset, he inspected it, returned to the
counter & bought it with several yards of military telephone cable.

He spent the rest of the day building the radio set well into the small
hours of the morning which fitted into a small suitcase then plugged in the
supply lead into a light socket which fed a transformer which fed the radio
& threw the antenna lead out the window.

He switched it on waiting for the set to warm up whilst listening for any
radio traffic as he scanned the airwaves. In his notebook was listed a
number of contacts given to him by Admiral Canaris & having already encoded
his message he tuned into the frequency, tapped out `Aryan kapo to see
adler' & waited.

A young radio operator on board the Unterseeboot sat by the set reading his
copy of Mein Kampf wearing headphones when another sailor brought him a mug
of coffee, just as he put the mug down the radio burst into life as he
said.

"Johann, please wait, I have a message," he wrote the message down onto a
form, decoded it & checked the call sign book, there was no Aryan kapo
listed when he asked. "Please take this to the captain," "You know very
well he doesn't like being woken up unnecessarily,"

The sailor woke up the captain saying. "There's a message from Aryan kapo
just came in but he's not listed," "Wait outside whilst I check my more
recent communications," he checked through his sheaf of decoded messages
then his call sign book, inside was a note adding Aryan kapo to the call
sign list, he wrote out his reply saying. `Send your report.' Then asked
for the message to be sent, the reply simply read. `The eagle has landed.'

Jake slept with Henning in a double bed at the Upton's summer residence &
during his sleepover where both boys had raunchy sex before finally falling
asleep. They lovingly cuddled & caressed each other totally oblivious to
what's taking place in the outside world as he sucked on Henning's pert
budding breasts tonguing his huge nipples which Henning loved owing to the
sensations which coursed through his body making his balls tingle & his 7
inch cock leaking loads of pre-cum before guiding him to lie across the
bed, lubing up both his cock & Henning's hole with Jack's lube then placing
his ankles onto his shoulders & slowly pushing his log like rock hard
throbbing leaking 8 inches of teen boy cock inside him to his balls then
slowly thrusting into him whilst Henning massaged & pinched his huge
nipples & seeing this he massaged his own with the palms of his hands. This
was something new to Jake who found the sensations almost overpowering
making his cock even bigger like an iron hard rod massaging Henning's love
button inside his hole & within moments he shot out what felt like the
biggest load of his entire life as spunk flew out of his cock in powerful
jets which flew everywhere & his wildly clenching hole triggered Jake to
shoot a huge load inside him with both lads experiencing such hugely
shattering orgasms they were both seeing stars & Jake nearly fell over onto
the floor followed by them cleaning the spunk off each other with Jake's
cum rag towel before finally settling down for the night.

It was in the small hours that Henning had another nightmarish dream, it
was the same one where he saw the approaching Hindenburg explode into
flames with a huge fireball & a demonic Bruno Bock staring at him from the
flames with bright red piercing eyes which bore into him like daggers when
he suddenly woke up screaming startling Jake when he began crying loudly.

The commotion woke up the whole house & Jack rushed into their room whilst
Carl thoroughly searched the whole house with his gun drawn before
returning to their bedroom when Jack said. "He's had another nightmare."

Both lads showered together the following morning, got dressed into their
school uniforms & ate a full breakfast before being driven to school in the
Ford. Henning donned a pair of silk jockeys underwear then realized that he
forgot to have his trousers laundered so now they were sporting a large
crusted spunk stain which also gave off a detectable aroma.

With 2 hot teenagers sat next to each other who started having regular sex
together becoming the best of friends, the detectable aroma of his crusted
spunk stain constantly fuelled Henning's thoughts giving him a raging
erection which stayed hard most of the time. It was Jake's lovingly
caressing stroke on his thigh which took him over the edge as his cock
became even harder with his foreskin peeling back by itself, the silky
smooth caress of the silk on the head of his cock which was twitching
powerfully leaking pre-cum like a tap & wetting his jockeys when he
subconsciously started scissoring his legs resulting in the silk sliding
fractionally over the bare head of his cock when his nipples obscenely
hardened forming huge tents & straining against the material in both his
black silk vest & shirt when he crossed his arms & stroked them both with
his middle fingers sending awesome tingling sensations to his balls when
his orgasm built up rapidly to an explosive crescendo as a huge deluge of
spunk flooded into his jockeys in long streaming gushes soaking both his
jockeys & trousers & overcame him with such intensity he was writhing &
grunting in his feeble efforts to control himself during such a highly
intense orgasm as the aroma of his spunk began wafting around the nearby
students when his teacher wheeled round from the blackboard & his voice
bellowed out. "Henning, sit up straight & pay attention!"

The previous evening both Henning's parents with their younger son Rolf &
Erica were dining with the captain on board the St Louis & after their meal
the parents played cards with other passengers leaving Erica & Rolf to
return to their state room for an intended early night except Erica had
other ideas knowing they had at least an hour between them. Like his elder
brother, he too looked like Henning & with puberty well advanced with a fat
6 inch cock & balls surrounded by a huge blond bush, hair under his
armpits, leg hair & pointed budding breasts with large nipples she felt he
was right for seducing when she gave him a lasting hug with a lasting kiss
with her tongue exploring his mouth & when their groins touched she felt
his cock dancing inside his dress trousers as it became hugely erect &
began flooding his Hitler youth black skimpy silk swimming trunks he chose
to wear as underwear that evening with his matching black silk vest under
his shirt. Seeing his budding breasts forming a tent on his shirt with his
nipples becoming erect & enhancing the tent she stroked them through both
garments sending awesome tingling sensations to his balls before lovingly
stripping the boy naked followed by herself, beckoning him to lie on his
bed & mounting him cowgirl fashion facing his head & guiding his teen boy
cock inside her leaking pussy.

She was giving him his first ever full intercourse having already given
many to his elder brother & like him, he too had an insatiable sex drive &
she knew from experience his cock would eventually grow into a monster, as
it was it already gave her a satisfying feeling of fullness.

She took the greatest of care with him knowing he could explode any second
with his deluge of boy spunk & despite this he barely lasted a couple of
minutes before a huge torrent of spunk erupted from the boy's cock in
several powerful gushes triggering her gushing orgasm as she tried
desperately to stifle her screams with a pillow.

They lay on their sides lovingly caressing each other waiting for the boy's
balls to recharge with more spunk although she was both highly satisfied &
surprised at the sheer volume of spunk this 13 year old produced when after
about a quarter of an hour she mounted him again feeding his cock which
remained rock hard throughout into her leaking pussy with his spunk already
draining out.

Taking the same care she slowly rode him & he lasted a full 10 minutes
before unleashing another torrent of spunk inside her taking her through 2
gushing orgasms & yet she desperately wanted to give this boy a good
grounding as to how to properly perform in a bedroom.

With the minutes ticking away they showered together then she lovingly
dried off the naked boy first with a towel followed by herself, tucked the
boy into his bed, threw on a night dress then opened & switched on the
Telefunken radio listening to the airwaves for any US call signs when she
heard the British liner Queen Mary faintly over the airwaves & attempted to
contact her asking for the latest news headlines.

She made successful contact with the liner although she had to request
their reply 3 times owing to the distance between them & when she finally
pieced the message together it shocked her to the very core.

It read. `FBI in hunt for dangerous Nazi agent Bruno Bock. Footprints & a
burnt parachute found near Hindenburg crash site. Enjoy your evening, from
QM'.

She felt powerless to do anything wishing in her heart that the US would
send an amphibious aircraft to off load her from the ship which was highly
unlikely & were it to happen she could be leaving the Henning family in
danger of any Nazi agents on board; her choice was either the devil or the
deep blue sea.

She wished the Queen Mary's radio operator had sent more in depth news but
realized he had sent the most important details.

She looked into her suitcase, took out the cloth wrapped object, she
unwrapped it & caressed it. Resembling part of a bicycle pump on a steel
handle with a knurled knob at the end which twisted to unlock, drawing it
back cocked the weapon allowing a single .32 inch caliber revolver round to
be inserted leaving the head of the sprung loaded firing pin protruding,
the safety comprised a key ring with a split pin, pushing the knurled knob
forward locked the round in the breech ready for firing. The weapon looked
cheap & the type one would associate being sold by Woolworths? Yet it was
made by a secret government contractor without any serial number or maker's
stamp. It was a single shot silenced pistol based around a target item &
she felt totally inadequate going up against the likes of Bruno Bock with
his silenced Carl Walther PPK. Despite its appearance it was well made,
accurate & reliable whereas she knew an automatic could jam & felt
confident she could take him down with one shot having trained on it for
hours at Quantico, one round would be all she would need although she had
her devil's dart as backup.

The following day the Tin Goose made an early morning landing at the
airfield carrying Jack Upton Sr & FBI special agent Hank Roberts from X
section carrying a briefcase, after eating breakfast in the town they
arrived at the summer residence unannounced whilst Henning ate his
breakfast. After finishing his breakfast he was asked to remain in the
house whilst special agent Roberts read through Bruno Bock's FBI file.

He said. "Whilst top priority has been given to arresting Bock who we
believe may have planted a bomb on the Hindenburg, orders from the top want
him taken alive, I know that's going to be a hard call but that's from the
top. He's a colonel in the SS who's suspected of several murders & most of
his victims are teenage boys. His weapon of choice is a Walther PPK with a
silencer plus he's known to carry a switch blade stiletto & he's also a
master of disguise which is why he hasn't yet been found. The navy have
intercepted a coded radio message which they've determined came from within
the city limits but haven't given a precise fix, fortunately he's used the
old German navy code which didn't take our navy boys long to decode it,
what we do know is that he's sent a message to a submarine telling them
he's here which can only mean either he or their agents have built that
radio.

This can only mean that he hasn't bought the story we put in the press
about the missing cabin boy which can only mean he's waiting for the St
Louis to arrive. By now he would have made contact with his agents & found
out about Henning's parents arriving on that ship & that's where we'll get
him. The dangerous part is if he'll try to shoot Henning & with that in
mind he'll be wearing a bullet proof vest, anyone got any suggestions?"

Henning spoke saying. "Jake's dad's in the navy & he always brings a huge
German shepherd dog home with him, whilst the dog's playful with us, he's a
trained guard dog, his dad says he's very fast at biting someone's arm
who's holding a gun."  "Carl, can you call the navy yard & see if we can
borrow that dog & his handler?"  "Sure."  "Henning, not a word of this to
anyone, understand," "Yes Mr. Jack," "Promise me," "I promise Mr. Jack."

During the dead of night Bruno cut the padlock securing a parked Indian
Scout motorcycle after having noticed it hadn't moved for a while & wheeled
it around the corner to an accomplice in a waiting truck which drove to a
safe house on the outskirts of the city where he worked on it cleaning out
the carburettur, checking the oil levels, cleaned the plugs with a kerosene
blowlamp, fettled its Edison-Splitdorf magneto & checking for sparks, blew
up the tyres, put some fresh gasoline in the tank & started it up.

He ran up the engine for only a few moments as he was inside a garage &
checked the lights which only worked whilst the engine ran as the machine's
battery was totally flat & he hoped a good run would charge it up.

He fell asleep for a few hours on the couch whilst waiting for the forger
to deliver his driver's licence, his ID & the machine's title which he
would have to pay for.

Once the forged documents & false number plates were delivered Bruno
returned to the war surplus shop on the motorcycle, he purchased a dispatch
rider's coat & boots, gloves, pudding basin crash helmet, flying goggles &
heavy gauntlets, paid for them, rode to a gas station, topped off the fuel
tank & returned to the safe house dropping off his shoes & clothes removed
at the war surplus shop from the large haversack, placed the Buttinski
lineman's handset with a coiled length of military telephone wire to which
he fitted alligator clips, a few tools & an Ever ready torch then left on
the motorcycle.

He looked very respectable as he rode the Indian right to the very
outskirts of the city confident that his appearance & that of the machine
was unlikely to attract the attention of a cop looking at telephone poles &
installations then rode on looking at shops until he passed a motel noting
the number on the board, he stopped at a diner, ordered a coffee with a
hamburger & slowly ate it as he waited.

With the light fading he remounted & started the machine & rode to the
installation, parked off the road, jimmied the padlock, opened the flap,
connected the wire to terminals, ran the wire across the road, sat behind a
bush, switched on the Buttinski, waited for a female operator to come on
the line then asked. "Information please, I wish to call long distance to
Jack Upton, sorry I don't have the number, all I do know is that he lives
at Nantucket."

"Certainly sir, would you please wait so I can check the directory,"
several minutes passed by when she returned asking. "Please may I have your
number," Bruno gave the motel's number & waited.

The telephone rang with the long distance operator calling & Mrs. Upton
replied. "Upton residence."

 Bruno asked. "May I please speak to the Henning boy & tell him it's an old
friend."

She called out. Henning, your friend's on the telephone calling long
distance."

Henning lay naked on his bed with an open book beside him pages down on the
bed giving his cock a good wank when Mrs. Upton's voice interrupted him,
still sporting a raging hard on he donned his shorts, came down the stairs
& took hold of the telephone politely answering. "Henning here, may I help
you."

"Hello Henning, It's so nice to speak to you again, I'M COMING TO GET
YOU!."

Henning screamed as he dropped the phone & ran up to his room
screaming. "It's Him, it's him," & cried loudly into his pillow.

Jack Jr became like an angry bull being shown the red flag bellowing out.

"How the fuck did that happen?, how did he get hold of this number? As he
ran up the stairs to comfort Henning, meanwhile Carl picked up the phone
asking.

"Anyone there?" & listened to silence for a few moments then replaced the
phone on its stand, by now Bruno Bock was long gone.

Carl called both Jack Jr & Henning downstairs then closely questioned a
sniffling Henning as he wiped away his tears from his face then placed a
call to the FBI who immediately arranged for reinforcements with special
agent Roberts returning to the house, this time armed with a Tommy gun with
its drum magazine whilst both cops & FBI agents were watching both the
ferry terminal & the airfield & the army, local national guard & navy were
guarding the shores, now not even a rat could sneak onto the island when
the following morning a bullet proof V16 Cadillac was brought onto the
island to drive Henning to & from school. Later that evening, Jake's
father, still wearing his navy master chief's sailor's uniform called at
the house with his huge German shepherd dog to sleep on their couch for the
next few nights.

The following morning the old timer having returned to his apartment after
visiting his relatives in New Jersey started out for work when he
discovered his Indian Scout motorcycle was missing leaving an empty spot
where he parks it wondering who on earth would want to steal such an old
crate? & went to the local police precinct to report it stolen, by the
day's end an APB was circulated to officers all over the city to look out
for the motorcycle.

Bruno started out that morning from the safe house for the ride to
Nantucket Island only to see cops & FBI checking all the passengers onto
the ferry, doubtless resulting from his threatening phone call to Henning &
rode away.

After riding a few miles a motorcycle cop riding in the opposite direction
stopped him on the road after turning around with lights flashing & siren
blazing.

The cop asked. "Is this your motorcycle? & show me your driver's licence,"
Bruno produced his documents which he read with a cursory glance when Bruno
asked. "What's with all the cops & FBI at the ferry, I saw them as I came
across on the ferry,"

"There's been a report of an armed felon in the area & an Indian Scout
motorcycle was reported stolen in New York, just doing my job sir."

"I hope you catch that goddamn son of a bitch."

"Oh, we will sir, every cop's out looking for that bastard; you have a nice
day sir & enjoy your ride."

Bruno heaved a huge sigh of relief as he rode along the road back to the
city knowing that it was this cop's lucky day, had he pursued his enquiries
further Bruno would have instantly killed him with his stiletto, now he had
to quickly dispose of the motorcycle to avoid another cop stopping him on
the road & hail a lift to the train station.

He saw a garage further along the road & stopped at a roadside diner
ordering a coffee & sandwich & whilst sat there he surveyed the area
formulating his plan & left.

He stopped about 200 yards from the garage, dismounted & pierced the front
tyre with his stiletto them pushed the motorcycle to the garage asking.

"I've got a flat tyre on the road back there & wonder if you can fix it for
me?"

"Sure but we're rather busy at the moment, I can have it ready for you
tomorrow."

"That's great, look; I need a ride to the train station as I have an
important meeting in the city which if I miss, my job's on the line,"
leaving the garage boss 20 dollars.

"Sure, the kiddo will give you a ride,"

"You mind if I leave my riding kit with the bike, just so I don't have to
carry it around with me,"

"Sure," a few moments later a teenager drove Bruno to the station; it was
the perfect plan to hide the motorcycle for a few days if not weeks to
delay it being found.

Jack Sr send the manager of the Berlin branch a cable executing phase 2 of
the handover after the Germans stalled the sale asking for more time &
thankfully Erica had previously done her homework, using the bank's safety
deposit box master key she opened those safety deposit boxes belonging to
party officials compiling a ledger of their contents then had the master
key copied, it was when she came to Bruno Bock's safety deposit box the
contents sickened her to the very core, a shoebox containing photos of
naked teenage boys, some of who had been beaten to a pulp by Bock with
photos of those who died at his hands & Jewish synagogue baptismal
certificates bearing the names of Henning's family which were later found
to be forgeries. She transferred all his valuables, changed all his cash
into US dollars & his bearer bonds &c placing them into an empty box
leaving behind anything which had his name on it, left a private note in
her ledger & called the manager who in turn called the police after listing
the remainder of the contents of his box in her ledger.

After a cursory investigation the police turned the case over to the
Gestapo which quickly attracted the ears of Reinhard Heydrich who commanded
the security police; at first he took it as an insult to be investigating a
series of murders for which the police failed to catch the perpetrator &
cursed their ineptitude.

He took an immediate shining to Erica who said.

"Herr Heydrich, it is the bank's policy to perform regular checks on
customer's safety deposit boxes & compile an inventory for insurance
purposes, as you can see our customers are honest trustworthy people
however it is most unfortunate that a bad apple has been found & it is the
bank's duty to report such matters, I must also point out that these Jewish
synagogue baptismal certificates are forgeries, whoever forged them made a
huge mistake as that synagogue has never existed, you only need a telephone
directory to determine that one ," as she showed him the ledger then opened
Bruno's box.

Heydrich asked. "Have both the box and the ledger brought upstairs so my
assistant can photograph them & would you be so kind as to list the
contents onto headed notepaper."  "Most certainly Herr Heydrich."

Erica could tell he was clearly incensed at the evidence being presented to
him & asked.

"Sir, is he someone you know?"

"Miss Janssen, this is a very nasty business & thank you for your
cooperation."

Erica had certainly stirred up the mother of all hornets' nests & now all
that was behind her with a steamer trunk full of the bank's bearer bonds,
jewelry & US dollars in the hold of the St Louis & all of Bruno Bock's
money changed to US dollars in both her handbag & attaché case.

Jack Sr's cable would be the instruction for a gang of hoodlums to rob the
bank for which they had prepared beforehand by tunneling into the vault at
night leaving just a thin wall for their entrance.

Reinhard Heydrich took the shoebox home & spent well into the small hours
studying each photo, his analytical mind looking for a link, he separated
out murder victims & those beaten to a pulp into one pile leaving him
looking at the rest. These photos looked far more innocent as they were
taken on Hitler youth camps, swim teams, hiking days, cycle rides & at an
airfield & yet there was something about them, there was one boy who
appeared in all of them. He wrote down the serials of both the 2 seat
glider & a Bucker Jungmeister biplane in the photos with the boy stood
beside the glider & would request the Nazi aviation authorities where those
aircraft were based.

The photo of this boy in both his Hitler Youth uniform similar to that of a
boy scout revealed that his uniform shorts had been purposely tailored with
crotch level leg hems & his gym shorts were the same resembling square cut
bathing trunks which he knew didn't conform to regulations as his own son
was about to join the Hitler Youth & he was fully aware of their dress
code. The same boy also appeared in a number of photos naked &
skinnydipping & what stood out was this boy also had breasts resembling
those of a pre teen girl with large nipples.

Although this boy didn't appear in any of the photos of mutilated boys he
appeared in every one of the sex scene photos, he decided to borrow the
airfield photos to show the airfield staff & like Sherlock Holmes, Reinhard
certainly knew the game was afoot.

He arrived at his office the following morning with his planned list of
telephone calls when his personal secretary asked.

"There's been a bank robbery in the city & the chief of police wants to
talk to you," he thought to himself. "What does he want? It's only a simple
bank robbery."

Despite the heavy police & FBI presence with soldiers & sailors patrolling
the beaches & a navy patrol boat patrolling the waters around the island,
life went on as normal with each passing day as monotonous as the next,
even the Boeing YB17 patrolled the skies during the day looking for any
suspicious boats but all that happened were some of the island's fishing
boats being stopped either by the US coastguard or a US navy fisheries
protection vessel.

The presence of the V16 Cadillac driving Henning to & from school certainly
got the attention of the other school kids & fortunately his excuse of the
car being hired whilst the Ford was at the garage seemed plausible enough
to silence them.

Coach organized some individual swim training sessions for Henning at the
pool putting the boy through his paces in the water whilst swimming his
practices naked which resulted in Coach's monstrously fat 9 inches of rock
hard cock making an obscenely huge wet tent in his shorts with pre-cum
flowing out like a tap in readiness for Henning's rear hole.

No sooner was their session over he lovingly toweled the boy down, led him
to the office then lovingly embraced him planting him with loads of kisses,
cock to cock foreplay & sucking on his boy breasts whilst slowly stroking
the boy's rock hard cock dripping pre-cum onto the floor, he lubed up his
hole then slowly pushed his cock into the boy right to his balls plowing
into him at a slow leisurely pace knowing that were he to speed things up
the boy would very rapidly be ejecting a huge load of spunk within seconds
but Henning kept demanding Coach to give it to him hard.

He also knew enough about boys to slowly ease them into his sex sessions to
make it more enjoyable, he knew their physiology & anatomy intimately
enabling him to get the best from his boys which showed proudly in the
Whalers rankings & he was a staunch believer in his boys swallowing spunk
by the mouthful as a boost to their nourishment.

Henning was bent over Coach's desk mewling & uttering the most filthy
expletives in German calling out Bruno's name when his orgasm built up to a
shattering crescendo blasting spunk out in powerful jets some of which hit
the wall on the other side of the desk whilst screaming his head off with
his powerfully clenching rear hole triggering Coach to unload an even
bigger load inside his hole but Henning also experienced something else,
those intense orgasmic sensations were also felt inside his breasts & his
nipples were hugely erect having became the size of thimbles & Coach also
noticed something else as he was about to hug the boy, beads of a creamy
white liquid had also leaked out from his nipples & he immediately sucked
on each one which tasted like British Cornish ice cream.

It was 2 years previously when an SS uniformed Bruno Bock picked up 13 year
old Henning outside Frankfurt railway station wearing his Hitler Youth
uniform holding a collection tin for his local church charity, he placed a
few coins inside then waved a 10 mark note in front of him if he would go
with him to his waiting Mercedes car.

To Henning, the note was a king's ransom far exceeding any amounts he
previously collected, it was like manna from heaven & every thought which
his loving father instilled into him about strangers went right out the
window when he drove the boy to a castle a few miles outside Frankfurt
which was a private elite boys Gymnasium school whose students wore the
uniform of the German Luftwaffe section of the Hitler Youth.

Whoever this man was, students saluted him with a Nazi salute & it was
immediately apparent that all the teaching staff knew this man; Henning
knew in his own heart that he was powerfully rich when he finally led him
to an apartment room in the School's east wing which he entered with his
key.

Several paintings of German aircraft from the previous conflict adorned the
walls along with framed canvas serials from downed British aircraft, a huge
painting showed a Zeppelin airship escorted by Fokker E111 Eindekkers in
flight high over lush green countryside. Henning was a typical mad about
aviation youngster who was thrilled whenever an aircraft flew overhead when
he poured Henning a wine glass full of cold Beck's beer as he said. "This
will put hairs on your balls", a remark which had Henning giggling having
already grown a pubic bush.

This full bodied beer warmed his insides & made him light headed when Bruno
brought out a photo album containing photos of naked teenage boys being
just boys at rural countryside, woodland, agricultural, river & lakeside
settings which included several taken on board a large luxury private yacht
on the Bodensee with loads of naked teenage boys with some shots of them
diving off the boat & swimming.

As he turned the pages, the photos became raunchier showing well endowed
teenage boys with erections sucking & fucking each other including shots of
boys cocks firing out long jets of spunk caught at the exact moment in time
but there was also something else which Henning noticed, he also saw that
all the boys were sporting girly breasts with huge nipples.

Henning had his virginity taken by Brock's huge 9 inch cock on that day
filling his rear hole with a huge load of spunk & slept the night with him
which gave him an excellent introduction to man & boy sex along with
another benefit. Boys at this school were given regular shots to accelerate
their puberty which for Bock had the desired effect of giving them larger
cocks with their early growth spurt but a side effect of this drug was it
also gave the boys girlie breasts & with the addition of another pill also
induced them to lactate.

Henning had been placed on this programme under the belief of enhancing his
sports performance which was partially true on account of his enhanced
muscular development & with all further supplies not available any more the
question remained as to whether the effects would be permanent or if he
would eventually revert to developing a more masculine body?

All Coach knew was Henning had a special gift with a luxuriously sweet
taste, he also knew that breast milk fetched exorbitant prices on the black
market with the greatest demand going to bodybuilders & those participating
in endurance sports, at those sort of prices he could only afford to feed
one spoonful to each swimmer whereas the question remained in his mind as
to if or how he could induce Henning to produce larger quantities?

The SS Normandie out of Cherbourg, the pride of France which took the Blue
Riband from the Italian liner SS Rex was steaming full ahead in the
Atlantic punching through the seas at more than 30 knots with a monstrous
bow wave leaving behind a wake trail for miles with every ounce of power
being coaxed out of her 4 mammoth turbines driving huge electric generators
to power the 4 huge electric motors driving her propellers under orders
from her owners just for one passenger who urgently booked his passage
after he received the phone call during the night telling him his beloved
airship Hindenburg crashed in flames at Lakehurst.

The passenger was the airship's designer Dr Hugo Eckener with over 30 years
experience of airship construction under his belt who would have to place
all emotional differences aside to become the detective to try and solve
the mystery of what brought down the Hindenburg during the coming enquiry.

He knew in his mind that whatever the outcome of this enquiry, his days as
an airship designer were already numbered knowing full well the days of the
great airships were already passing into history with the British having
ended theirs with the R101 7 years previously.

The glossy magazines were spelling out the future with luxurious flying
boats; airliners were becoming bigger with 4 engined aircraft on the
drawing boards at Douglas & Lockheed. In his own mind he would have wished
away his entire assets just for one seat on board the Focke Wulf FW200
Condor except this aircraft wasn't yet ready for its first flight & Hitler
even secretly ordered the huge Dornier DO-X flying boat to be prepared for
a transatlantic flight only to fine that the preparations would take too
much time.

Dr Eckener also knew that both England & Germany were in the early stages
of developing the jet engine.

His own mind began questioning what was it all for? Honour & glory crowning
time?, challenging the tyranny of distance?, challenging the very forces of
nature & shouting at the devil himself?.

He could only bring his experience to bear, to look for the tiniest piece
of evidence amongst the tons of burnt out mangled wreckage of his creation
& hopefully find the answer & yet young Henning came to his mind, the cabin
boy he met the previous year who he liked & formed a bond with, his very
presence brought sunlight to his life, he loved his cheeky smile & how he'd
make him laugh cracking simple one line jokes, a boy of such tender years &
now he drew on his faith to pray hard for a miracle praying to god to spare
his life.

The gang hired by Jack Jr had spent weeks tunneling to the outer walls of
the vault & now all that remained was the final piece of brickwork which
they broke through within minutes, using the key which Erica had copied one
man opened all the locks which accomplices then drilled out the locks. They
plundered the boxes of all their cash, jewelry & bearer bonds which were
loaded into strong steamer trunks then driven by truck to Hamburg onto a
liner bound for New York.

Reinhard Heydrich arrived to a scene of total devastation looking like a
bomb's gone off in the vault with every conceivable type of object lying
scattered on the floor along with several powerful electric drills when the
enormity of the task dawned on him as he realized the amounts of time it
would take just to determine each customers losses using Erica's ledger &
yet there was something about this bank raid which puzzled him & all he
could think about was to blame the Jews for this affront to the Nazi party
when he asked the manager. "Is Mrs. Janssen working this morning?"

"I'm afraid Mrs. Janssen had to leave for the US owing to a family
bereavement & I'm sure she'll be returning soon as to put it mildly, we
really can't manage without her."

"May I please see her office?"

"Why of course," Reinhard entered her office only to see everything neatly
in its place, even her coat, hat & umbrella were still on the stand, a
partially completed letter to a client was in her typewriter & everything
inside her desk was in its rightful place with her personal organizer book,
notepad & pens on top & immediately Reinhard knew she was an efficient well
organized woman.

Her office was what one would expect of someone just popping out to lunch,
perhaps she left work early to return the following morning; this was not
the sign of a person clearing her desk for the final time.

He asked the manager. "In your opinion, who would you suspect for having a
motive for robbing your bank?"

"It's too early to formulate opinions at the moment, besides the Jews
wouldn't even have the capabilities to pull off a job such as this even
though everyone wants to blame them and theirs would be the strongest
possible motive otherwise its just purely a simple bank robbery by unknown
criminals."

The lengthy investigation which ensued finally determined that a number of
party officials had lost their entire assets along with the other banks
customers

The bank's ledger tendered to the insurers by Erica didn't include the
financial assets, bearer bonds or valuables of the party members who
siphoned off the assets of the Jews thus creating a hornets nest amongst
the now deprived party members & by now the bank was in the hands of its
new German owners having brought it for a fraction of its worth.

Henning waited in the crowds with Jack Jr, Carl, special agent Roberts &
Jake's father standing proudly with his Huge German shepherd wearing dark
glasses carrying a white stick who were dispersed at different vantage
points of the crowd.

The first class passengers left the ship first clearing customs &
immigration. The Henning family was expedited through, aided by Erica's FBI
ID with porters transporting their luggage on trolleys, every member of the
Henning's wore bullet proof vests having donned them at immigration & Erica
was ready with her silenced pistol, held underneath a newspaper & ready to
draw her devil's dart after firing her shot.

Both Carl & Hank had identical silenced pistols which they were ordered to
use first followed by their devil's darts.

Henning became overwhelmed with emotions at the reunion with his family &
ran out & hugged his mum. A bespectacled bearded man wearing an old tan
coloured mackintosh coat with a flat cap raised his right hand firing 2
rounds from his silenced Walther PPK hidden under a newspaper which slammed
into Henning's back & he instinctively hit the ground screaming loudly. A
huge black & tan coloured shape tipping the scales at over 100 pounds
flashed across the walkway & sank its powerful jaws into Bruno Bock's arm,
the force of the dog's rapid flight almost pulled his arm off as he brought
him to the ground screaming in pain dropping his gun on the ground &
growling through his fangs with wild eyes when suddenly he was looking at 3
FBI special agents with guns drawn pointing at his head when Jake's father
gave the dog the command to release Bruno guarding sentinel on him whilst
cops cuffed & arrested him.

Henning got up on Erica's signal exclaiming. "That's like being hit by a
cricket ball from a fast bowler,"

Jack Jr said. "They've got him now, he'll be charged with attempted murder
with a concealed carry silenced weapon, spying, grand theft auto, operating
an illegal radio transmitter, placing long distance telephone calls without
payment, unauthorized possession of a lineman's telephone handset &
planting an explosive device on the Hindenburg which will see him spending
the rest of his days in jail & even if he were to be released, he'll be
deported to Germany to face charges there."

Waiting outside was Jack Sr's limousine to drive them to Glenn H Curtiss
field for the flight to Nantucket Island in the Ford Trimotor with their
heavy luggage following by road in a truck. On arrival Jack Jr handed the
keys to their house a few doors away from his own, used as a safe house for
witness protection it was now the Henning's family home.

Henning faithfully attended the enquiry at Lakehurst finding Dr Hugo
Eckener emotionally overwhelmed to know that his favourite cabin boy was
alive & they embraced each other in a lasting hug which had a very profound
effect on the eminent man.

Not since his schooldays has his cock became erect in the presence of a boy
& it became rock hard as he hugged Henning triggering his pleasant memories
of those youthful carefree days of long ago aided by his cheeky smile.

They both told their stories at the enquiry with Dr Eckener producing a
length of charred metal Bowden cable similar to that used on a bicycle or a
motorcycle showing clearly its sharp jagged end where it had snapped, its
needle sharp strands slashing a lengthy gaping tear in number 5 gas cell
instantly deflating like a balloon as thousands of cubic feet of hydrogen
suddenly filled the rear of the airship becoming a highly explosive mixture
as it mixed with the air inside the envelope, all it took was just one
spark to set the Hindenburg ablaze.

There was one treat for Both Henning & Dr Eckener as he was handed the keys
to the Ford Trimotor, Dr Eckener would be flying as Captain but it was
Henning who would be his student First officer, traveling as passengers
were the Henning family with Jack Jr & Erica to also watch the proudest day
of Henning's life.

He thoroughly pre-flighted the aircraft after submitting his flight plan
for a scenic flight of New Jersey & mathematically checking the fuel
requirements which was uplifted from a fuel truck whilst Jack Jr produced
the fuel carnet.

Henning went right through the checklist touching, explaining & operating
each switch or lever in turn & went methodically through the engine start
sequence.

Once the 3 Wright Whirlwinds warmed up the aircraft taxied to the holding
point to await the green light & then took off.

Dr Eckener watched with interest at this 15 year old youth who had a full
command of the aircraft displaying a proficiency of a person several years
older even though he was the captain & legally in charge of the flight.

Henning took the aircraft through a scenic flight & yet, every second he
knew exactly where he was at all times as he announced & pointed out
landmarks having to shout to his passengers above the roar of the
engines. He even stated the name of a grocery store suggesting landing the
aircraft to buy a bottle of milk as one of his one liner jokes.

The flight ended with Henning bringing the aircraft to a perfect 3 point
smooth landing with raucous hand clapping & cheering from the passengers to
exit the runway at walking pace & finally taxi the aircraft to a halt &
complete the shutdown.

Dr Eckener then gave his verdict on Henning's performance saying.

"Meister Henning, I am now given to understand your name is now Carl
Henning, you have conducted yourself admirable throughout the flight, your
command of the aircraft was impeccable, your navigation skills were
accurate for a visual flight rules flight, you constantly observed your
instruments without any prompts from me & finally you gave your passengers
& I an excellent flight.

For such a young person I am honoured to have been your instructor for the
duration of the flight & will happily endorse your flight log for you."

Overwhelmed with emotions with tears of joy flooding Henning's eyes as he
watched this eminent man add the entry to his flight log & signed it when
he finally said.

"Meister Henning, out of this disaster having you as my student is one of
the happiest events of my life. I understand this is your new home now &
your new country, you will be safe here whereas it's only a matter of time
that Germany will be plunged into war."

"I see a great illustrious career ahead of you & this time you'll be on the
winning side," as he shook his hand then gave him a lasting hug feeling his
rock hard bulge pressing against his own as he quietly slipped a note into
Henning's pocket.

Their subsequent secret meeting in Dr Eckener's hotel room saw Henning,
wearing his cabin boy's uniform as requested giving him the works with a
night of raunchy sex between them, despite his age his joi de vivre of his
youth returned with a creditable performance ending with a memorable
sleepover & waking up to a morning of more raunchy sex with Henning giving
him a rare treat from his breasts.



                                  4th of July 1937.

A motorized sailing yacht left the harbour that morning taking a course to
the submarine lying on the bottom about 100 feet under the surface whilst
the YB17 circled overhead guiding the yacht to finally hove to above the
submarine. On board this vessel skippered by Jake's father with several
sailors was Henning's entire sophomore year with their form teacher, 3 FBI
agents from X section, Jack Jr & a large wooden box containing diver recall
flash bang fireworks.

Each student was passed a firework then Jake's father instructed the
students how to set off the firework before throwing them overboard as he
called out the 10 second intervals.

Henning threw the first one followed by each adult & finally the
students. All everyone could hear was a dull thud from each firework as it
detonated underwater whereas those on board the submarine became alarmed at
the loud bangs close to its hull followed by bubbles rising to the surface
when all around the yacht the sea became cloudy as the submarine's
propellers churned up the bottom before moving off with everyone on board
the yacht cheering loudly. Some distance away its periscope broke the
surface; her captain looked through the departing submarine's periscope &
cursed.

"Damn, we have been pranked by a boat full of children, now the whole of
America knows we're here."

The celebrations began when Jake's father called "Swim call," followed by
everyone rapidly stripping naked & diving into the sea, after swim call
each student was poured a small measure of California sparkling wine &
drank a toast to Uncle Sam followed by the navy cooks in the yacht's galley
serving everyones lunch which they kindly provided.

Bruno Bock went to trial & was sentenced to a total of 90 years in
jail. After the end of WW2 with a personal appeal from the German
Chancellor to the President. He was transferred to Spandau prison where his
remaining family could visit under the terms of their secrecy
agreement. All the world was aware of is the prison only housed the one
inmate which was Rudolf Hess.

Rumours quickly spread around the guards from England, France, the USA &
USSR who alternated their duties on a monthly basis that the prison was
haunted by the ghosts of teenage boys; every guard encountering one was
always given a polite greeting from the ghosts but during the dead of night
screams were heard throughout the prison as Bock screamed in terror which
continued long after he was transferred to a secure sanatorium until he was
found dead one morning with a look of horror on his face.

                    Tel Aviv, Ben Gurion airport, July 1974.

A Boeing 747 200 series cargo plane operated by El Al, the Israeli airline
from New York's JFK airport landed & was met by a military escort with
hired armored security trucks. The searches & negotiations which have taken
almost 2 decades between Jack Upton, now the CEO of his bankers, the US
state department, the Israeli embassy, the New York offices of the Israeli
bankers with law firms from both countries plus a whole host of volunteers
in the US & Canada, Europe & Israel to finally arrive at the fullest
possible accounting of the bank's surviving customers & their traceable
families but until this day, Jack's bank had wisely invested their entire
amounts ensuring each recipient a handsome return on their investments.

The aircraft's hold carried 30 tons of gold bullion which was bought
personally by Jack Upton himself & transported on the aircraft. Lengthy
investigations to trace the surviving families of the Berlin Branch
resulted in each person being awarded an equal handout of the proceeds
which was considered the fairest way of awarding either each surviving
customer or their remaining family.

The aircraft's 52 year old captain stepped off the aircraft into the hot
Israel sun pleased with the flight & the aircraft performing without a
hitch to be met by a rabbi & receive his blessing when the rabbi spoke.

"I am so honoured to meet you Captain Henning, it is such a wonderful thing
our American friends have done for our people."

"Me, I'm just the pilot, your thanks really should go to all those people
in a number of countries who worked tirelessly together with Mr. Upton &
Mrs. Erica Janssen his wife & personal secretary who held the purse strings
to finally make this happen."

A strikingly handsome young blonde haired man wearing a third officer's
single stripe stepped off carrying his flight bag. 22 year old Jack Henning
was the flight engineer under training. His mentoring engineer shook his
hand congratulating him for his professionalism throughout the flight &
endorsed his flight log. Although still attending university; the airlines
already had this highly talented aeronautical engineer in their sights.

They entered their waiting air conditioned limousine after completing their
customs & immigration checks & relaxed for their drive to their Eilat hotel
to spend a week swimming in the sea & touring the sights.

Like father, like son. Young Jack was already anticipating having raunchy
sleepovers with a few of this country's teenagers.

				 The end