Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2018 12:36:05 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: The plane of my dreams 3

			 The plane of my dreams 3.
			   A k a Child migrant,

The continuing tales of a British teenage migrant as a RAAF apprentice
aircraft engineer at RAAF Wagga Wagga, NSW, Australia in the 1950's, this
is entirely a work of fiction by Vintagespeedoboy.

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		     The Apprentice master continued.

			  A weekend in Sydney &c.

I was already well advanced in my first year of my apprenticeship & into my
final term ending in December of 1956 with everyone's thoughts now centered
on the impending Olympic Games at Melbourne. My glowing course reports
showed that I was a model student who's very thorough in my practical
workmanship and academically very bright, they saw me as having the makings
of a top flight engineer with crew chief potential although something in my
body seemed to think otherwise when my breasts grew & started producing
small quantities of breast milk. This felt really great during sex with
students, a few of the base's airmen & Mr. Rolf until I started
experiencing leakages resulting in wet areas on my uniform shirt & went to
see the base's doctor which escalated into my being sent to a Sydney
specialist, this became a worrying time of uncertainty with my career
possibly on the line?

It was early on Friday morning when I went to the cookhouse for my
breakfast wearing a suit which my parents bought for me so I had to take
care not to either drop any food or spill any drinks onto it, fortunately
the cook's sergeant saw my plight & gave me a napkin. I stood out like a
sore thumb that morning feeling everyone's gaze on me which seemed to
penetrate right through to my very soul & yet only my closest friends knew
my secret that morning.  Mr. Rolfe was kind enough to collect me in his
Volkswagen Beetle & take me to the local airport before work making sure I
had everything packed in my overnight bag with all my documents & my flight
warrant. The previous evening I had dismantled my Ricardo bicycle with a
few tools scrounged from the scrap bin with a tool roll having bound the
bike together with Jute twine & stashed into 2 old army number 5
groundsheets measuring 6 foot & 6 inches by 3 foot which the stores
sergeant kindly let me have telling me not to return them as they were
originally due to be consigned for the bin. I formed them into a canvas
envelope bag by tying all the holes along one length & both ends with twine
& using a length of webbing strap with a brass buckle to make the
adjustable shoulder strap. I would later come to realize that this was a
good move on my part glad knowing I had the support of rest of the flight
behind me.

Time seemed to drag on slowly as I sat in the terminal building thinking of
ways to pass the time until the 10 am departure of the Trans Australia
Airlines Douglas DC-4 Skymaster flight to Sydney. A person casually
mentioned that this is normally a DC-3 flight although some DC-4 flights
from Melbourne also stop here & today was one of those flights, part way
through the morning I ordered an ice cold coke & a packet of crisps.  It
felt really strange wearing a pair of white cotton underpants under my suit
trousers again having worn speedos loads of times but I was only doing what
mum always impressed on me as a child although I had my speedos packed away
to either swim in the sea or wear on the return journey. She used to always
make sure I wore a clean pair of underpants every morning in case I met
with an accident & was taken to hospital or had to see a doctor. Her advice
stood me in good stead that day when I ran away from the cops after the car
ride & tore my eye on a dangling piece of bramble as I ran along the narrow
track through the woods.  Finally the flight was called; I showed my
ticket, collected my boarding pass & cabin luggage tag for my overnight bag
& checked the bicycle onto the aircraft.  As I walked out to the waiting
aircraft, I saw some men stood around it & a mechanic doing the walk round
checks with the captain as I finally watched the bike being loaded into the
cargo hold last. I walked up the steps to a polite greeting from a
stewardess who couldn't have been more than 20 with neatly trimmed blond
hair & the most striking blue eyes with a lovely smile. She checked my
ticket & boarding pass then directed me to the last window seat at the rear
of the right side of the aircraft asking me to stow my bag under the seat.
After a safety briefing the 4 Pratt & Whitney R2000 14 cylinder double
banked radial engines started up in sequence with only minor clouds of
smoke from the exhausts whereas huge fog like clouds of smoke & flames
usually belch out from the exhausts when starting the engines from cold
with the aircraft having been parked for a while.  This aircraft was
certainly showing its age & was doubtless a veteran of the 1948 Berlin air
lift. The marshal waved his bats beckoning the aircraft out to the apron
where the flight engineer performed the power & magneto drop tests on each
engine before lining up for take off.

The aircraft started rolling with a tremendous roar from the engines & the
cabin's interior rattling like the inside of a London tube train, the
engines sounded like they were running out of phase when the aircraft
gently left the ground gradually climbing through a few clouds when the
seat belt sign came off. I lit up a cigarette & was shortly served coffee &
a snack thereafter although I saw some passengers being served breakfast
which I later learned they have ordered.  I sat alone with my thoughts
admiring the view looking down on the mountains which are part of the Great
Dividing Range otherwise known as Australia's backbone. I took off my suit
jacket & started to take a nap when the stewardess sat down next to me.
There was something about her which pressed buttons inside my brains, if
ever there was a girl in a boy's wet dreams; she was that girl or certainly
the personification of one. During those months of my first year with the
RAAF, my cock became enormous gaining at least another 2 inches which has
to be at least 8 inches long measuring over 2 inches across at the shaft
with a huge head when fully hard which I now could barely get my hand
around it when having a good wank, it was definitely a huge one to be
packing on a 15 year old making a serious tent in whatever trousers or
shorts I wore plus my girly budding breasts with huge nipples about the
size of thimbles on pointed mounds seriously tented out my shirt & that's
without wearing a bra, she was definitely sneaking glances across at me
with a smirk on her face. I had a raging hard on inside my trousers & there
was no way she couldn't have noticed that, oh she definitely saw it all
right as I began to smell the aroma of her pussy scents when she placed her
hand on my thigh gently stroking it making my cock twitch & spraying
pre-cum into my underwear & leaking through the material of my suit
trousers when her hand finally found its mark & grasped it lighting up her
face.  She beckoned me into the toilet at the rear of the aircraft, closed
the door, removed my tie, unbuttoned my shirt & dropped my trousers &
underwear which fell around my ankles, she removed her blouse showing she
wasn't wearing a bra, dropped her skirt, slid her full nylon panties down,
unclipped her suspender belt & finally guided my huge teen boys cock inside
her warm moist pussy.  This toilet was certainly a cramped space which beat
the hell out of me as to how we were going to have sex in there? & she
certainly noticed my breasts definitely taking a liking their appearance &
quickly latched onto one which was just as well as I felt the most amazing
feelings inside as they began leaking, OMG, the let down felt so awesome as
she sucked hard almost hurting my nipples getting a good mouthful of breast
milk for her reward when my cock shout out a single long jet of spunk
inside her. Either she was seriously addicted to the stuff or she's in an
adult nursing relationship, either way she was literally guzzling the stuff
from my breasts. Just her mouth drawing out my milk sent the most amazing
feelings to my cock which rapidly built up a huge load of spunk hosing
inside her pussy with at least a dozen huge blasts which felt like the
biggest load of my entire life when she gushed her juices all over my cock
& balls.  She painstakingly cleaned me off placing some toilet paper over
my cock with surgical tape to catch the after leakages & put sticking
plasters over my nipples then guided my mouth onto her already leaking
breast. I suckled her breasts like a child & immediately knew why everyone
wanted to suckle on mine as her milk was irresistibly sweet, so much so it
must be highly addictive. How she managed to dress me in that confined
space could only be done by a contortionist when we exchanged names &
addresses before Jenny finally sent me back to my seat leaving her to clean
up our mess & spray loads of air freshener to dispel all the smells of sex.
It felt strange having my cock encased in tissues inside my underpants
which leaked out the remainder of my spunk for ages, the sticking plasters
are something I'm used to as I'm always sticking them over my nipples to
stop them chafing whenever I'm running or during PT or games lessons, a
real necessity now as my breasts are starting to jiggle & leak.

The rest of the flight was uneventful with a smooth landing in Sydney
around lunchtime. I waited at the baggage reclaim for the bicycle & when it
arrived I felt a tap on my shoulder to see Jenny stood behind me
asking. "Where are you staying?"  I replied. "There's a youth hostel in the
city."  "Why not stay with us as I'm not rostered on for the weekend,
there's only my younger brother & I, the nanny's leaving when I arrive."  I
thought about this & what clinched it was the amazing sex on the plane
although I didn't know how things would pan out with her brother there. We
took a cab to their weatherboard house in the Randwick district which
looked freshly painted; the lawns were neatly cut with a large lemon tree
in the back garden. We entered the house into what looked like Victorian
furnishings with gas lamps on the walls, the living room had a homely
looking brick fireplace with a large brand new wooden cased AWA black &
white television at one end as TV sales were going through the roof at this
time with the impending Olympic Games. I really needed to take a shower
which was more of an excuse to remove the tissues from my cock & was shown
to a bathroom at the back of the house built as an extension just like
Dad's place with an old upright bath heater fuelled by wood chips which
looked donkey's years old.  She swung out a round tray which contained the
fuel placing a lighted hexamine fire lighting tablet then adding wood
chips. By now I must have loads of these tablets back at the billet which I
bring home to dad for their bath heater & fireplace, at first he kicked up
about the smell but having a never ending free supply soon shut him up.
Being an old house, there was a wait for the water to heat up, like our
bath heater back home a lever sends up hot water mixed with cold up a pipe
to an overhead shower. Young Brett, her 14 year old dark blond haired
younger brother helped me to reassemble the bicycle whilst she cooked lunch
on a simple gas cooker of sausage, egg & chips.  After my shower & lunch
Brett begged me to accompany him on a bike ride & as my appointment wasn't
until the following morning I changed into a pair of navy blue service
issue PT shorts & a US Army green tee shirt.  Brett lead the way on a
rickety old bicycle wearing an old pudding basin motorcycle crash helmet
leaving me wondering why he wore it which soon became apparent as we rode
through some parkland when we became singled out by male Australian magpies
swooping down from the trees screeching & dive bombing us which he thought
was really funny & wouldn't stop laughing yet it scared the hell out of me
as those birds were swooping within inches of our heads when he told me I
could get seriously pecked.  We stopped by a milk bar which he knew was
close by to his school which he was supposed to be attending but wagged off
school for the day asking me to order 2 chocolate malts surprising me by
having to pay for his, they were served in tall aluminium beakers with a
large scoop of chocolate ice cream by a plump Italian woman who threatened
to dob him in to his school until he gave her an excuse that he'd been to
the dentist & when she asked about me, I showed her my RAAF ID.  We rode
along tree lined suburban streets in fear of more magpie attacks which to
Brett was a lot of fun until one swooped on him circling around his head
flapping its wings delivering hard pecks on his crash helmet forcing him to
shield his eyes with his hand when he screamed as it delivered a hard peck
to his hand, we rode hell for leather away from that bird chasing us all
the way yet it wasn't interested in me, it was venting its fury on Brett.
We arrived at the Boy's Town School which is only a short distance away
from where he was attacked with his hand bleeding profusely. Boy's Town is
a boarding school for wayward boys run by Irishman Father Dunlea & his band
of catholic priests & no sooner had we entered Brett knew the interior of
this building like the back of his hand walking straight to the nurse &
knocking on her door.  A mature nurse opened the door with a cigarette in
her hand beckoning us in. Brett said as he showed her his hand. "A damn
magpie got me."  "Let's have a look at your hand, Oh my, that looks nasty,
brace yourself as I'm going to put some iodine on it," she soaked a small
poultice putting it onto the wound making Brett scream with the stinging
pain from his already throbbing hand then cleaned around the wound placing
a large sticking plaster on, gave him a few spares & we left straight for
his house, he opened the garage door & parked the bikes inside next to his
sister's Morris Minor & no sooner had we entered Jenny asked. "Would you
boys mind giving me a hand with the veggies?"

Brett & I got stuck in preparing the evening meal of a roast half leg of
lamb with roast potatoes & mixed vegetables; she juggled the separate
dishes as she cooked our meals on a really antiquated solid fuel cast iron
range cooker similar to the one we had back in England, she intently
watched the kitchen clock for the times when she would be placing a dish
onto the cooker just like mum did back home, now half a world away &
rapidly becoming a distant memory.  She certainly had her cooking skills
down to a fine art & in the last minutes before she finally took the dishes
from the cooker, she sent me out into the garden to pick some mint leaves,
chop them finely & adding vinegar making a lovely mint sauce.  After
evening meal followed by her home made ice cream with fruit cocktail I sat
on the couch between them when things got raunchy, within minutes we were
all totally naked & both of them latched onto my breasts guzzling the
entire contents from them giving me highly intense let down sensations
triggering my cock to blast out a load of spunk unaided like a fountain
followed by them both licking off every single drop of spunk. Brett's cock
was fully hard & leaking pre-cum, his cock, although smaller & thinner than
mine, it was quite a respectable size for a 14 year old at 7 inches &
before I knew it, he started planting it fully home into my rear hole which
went in straight away whilst Jenny had my cock buried inside her mouth.
Within seconds I felt Brett's spunk filling up my insides even though each
one of his gushes were well spaced out taking him a few minutes to finally
empty his load inside me whilst his sister tongued the head of my cock as
she sucked it whilst caressing my nipples which still leaked drops of milk
after feeding them, having already shot a first load it took about 10
minutes for my cock to gush out another smaller load this time. Brett's
cock remained hard throughout & still buried inside my hole pistoning in &
out gently building up slowly to another unloading of a much smaller load
of spunk inside me.

We ended up totally naked in her double bed taking turns at shagging her in
both her holes, before we went into bed she filled a huge glass tumbler of
a mixture of tropical fruit juices with some other ingredients which not
only filled me up, my breasts were filling right up with milk, so much so
they felt like bursting, they became the biggest ever yet & milk was
leaking from both nipples. They both latched onto each breast once again
guzzling out their contents until they were empty. I lost track of time
when I finally fell asleep & it was only fleeting moments when the alarm
clock went off. Now it was all hands to the pump as I showered, thankful of
their carbolic soap leaving a strong scent whilst she quickly cooked
breakfast followed by driving me straight to my appointment in her car
dressed in my suit.  We arrived at a large modern brick built bungalow on
the North shore with the tidiest garden I've seen in my entire life with a
large orange tree in the centre of the front lawn, I immediately saw that
this was a new house built in the style of a Spanish Hacienda, parked in
the drive was a British racing green Jaguar XK120 coupe, although a few
years old, it was well kept & still looked like a new car. I sensed as
though this domain belonged to a powerfully rich person & felt like I was
trespassing, especially coming from a commoner's background having
previously lived in a British council house when I finally arrived &
pressed the doorbell to be beckoned in by a very attractive nurse who led
me into the waiting room offering me a cup of either tea or coffee with
biscuits.

The nurse entered the waiting room & summoned me to the surgery to meet the
consultant, a slim well built German doctor in his mid 40's with a full
head of dark blond hair standing over 6 foot with the most striking blue
eyes. Having heard from a number of sources that German doctors are very
good I felt I was in safe hands.  After our pleasant introductions he asked
me to strip right down to my underpants then gave me a full medical
examination before bidding me to lie down onto a hospital type bed when he
pressed a button & raised the bed up to his waist height. He immediately
saw & commented on my breasts with my huge nipples standing erect on large
bulging breast buds & started fondling them when he suddenly squeezed each
breast several times drawing out some breast milk into a small jar taking
some out with a teaspoon & tasting it, I saw by the expression on his face
that he certainly loved its taste. Next he drew out several vials of blood
& sealed them up putting a plaster where he placed the syringe, now his
attention was drawn to my cock which already made a healthy bulge in my
underpants when he asked me to remove my underpants, he gripped my cock &
slowly masturbated it to full hardness whilst massaging my balls with his
other hand during which it sprayed out a jet of pre-cum before leaking out
the rest over the head of my cock, he connected up a wooden battery powered
induction coil's leads clamps to each nipple & adjusted it to give them a
continuous mild electric shock which sent the most amazing feelings to my
cock & balls when within seconds I had a most shattering orgasm & started
writhing on the bed with powerful jets of spunk flying everywhere & breast
milk pouring out of my nipples when he switched the induction coil off.  He
muttered something in German before asking me to get dressed, with all
these fluids all over me I begged him to take a shower, he scooped up a
good measure of spunk with a teaspoon & ate it, passed me a towel & called
the nurse who led me to the shower.

I must have spent ages in there having a thorough wash making sure my cock
wasn't going to continue dumping after leakage into my underpants &
squeezed out any remaining breast milk. I was led back into the surgery
where he had me jumping up & down on the floor watching my breasts bounce
before he finally measured my chest both under & across my breasts then
checked his book saying. "Young man, your breasts are becoming rather well
developed, they are too large for an A cup but you'll nicely fill up a B
cup bra, if they start troubling you with pain, you may have to wear a bra
to make you more comfortable, now if you will please get dressed then I
will speak with you."  I was in shock just at the thought of wearing a bra;
this is something I would never be able to hide, especially in the close
intimate environment of a military base & what would my parents think if
they found out? I became worried that my career may come to an end. As I
slowly dressed, all sorts of thoughts plagued my mind & when I finally
dressed I was led to his office.  I entered his office to be confronted
with his professional certificates but what struck me like a thunderbolt
was his framed photo wearing his Nazi SS black uniform with the deaths head
cap badge thinking `Who the hell is allowing this bastard to practice'? I
became unsettled when he beckoned me to sit facing him at his desk.
"Master Georgio, I have to wait for the results of your blood tests before
I send my report to your doctor but at least I can tell you what I already
suspect, your body is going through the adolescent stages of puberty, it is
around this time of your life that your body makes hormones which are a
part of forming you into an adult & from what I can see, particularly with
the size of your penis & your breast growth with lactation, your body has
over produced those hormones, as you become older the excess of these
hormones should stop & your breasts should shrink back to their normal size
& stop producing milk which should settle down by the time you're about
18."

I took in what he said although it was a bitter pill to swallow leaving me
with troubling thoughts & yet there's no denying that I was having loads of
brilliant sex having grown a huge cock & shooting off huge loads of spunk,
the worry was I had grown breasts that produce milk which felt awesome
whenever it either flowed out or was sucked out & tasted delicious, perhaps
it is a gift & as they say, there's 2 sides to every coin as I walked out
to her car & she drove me to her home to change into just tee shirts &
shorts with my red speedos on underneath & grabbed my towel as she was
about to drive Brett & I to the world famous Bondi beach.  We arrived &
parked the car, stripped off to our swimsuits leaving our clothes in the
boot & carried our towels walking barefoot across the road to the almost
crowded beach; the sun was well up in the sky with the sea almost a flat
calm with small waves breaking on the beach. She wore a black 2 piece
swimsuit with bottoms like a pair of modern day girl's tiny booty shorts
whilst Brett wore a pair of form fitting skin tight royal blue speedos with
the embroidered Boys Town school logo which he stole from their pool & both
of our speedos were definitely showing our package bulges to good effect,
there was no mistaking my breasts which jiggled as I walked & were
attracting loads of gazes from lots of people looking at the freak show I
gave them. There were loads of hunky well built muscular lifeguards on the
beach that day all wearing identical coloured vests & speedos & some of
them were no doubt packing huge cocks inside their speedos. Some of the
lifeguards carried torpedo shaped buoys with several yards of webbing strap
which would keep any swimmer in difficulties afloat whilst being towed back
to the beach during a rescue whilst others had modified surf boards for
rescues & a rigid inflatable boat powered by a powerful Johnson outboard
crewed by 3 lifeguards floated a short distance offshore guarding sentinel
on the sea. These guys had an enviable reputation for carrying out huge
numbers of rescues during a single day & would instantly clear everyone
from the sea if either a rip tide or shark was spotted; we watched an old
De-Havilland Tiger Moth biplane patrolling the skies above the beach before
flying off to another beach, no doubt a shark spotter aircraft fuelling my
recent memories of my air experience flight in one.

We waded into the sea which felt comparable to the sea in England which was
still warming up owing to the time of year being late spring/early summer,
I was glad to see that both Brett & his elder sister were good swimmers,
doubtless due to the lifestyle here, we must have swam out about 200 yards
& lay floating in the water on our backs admiring the sea's caress on our
bodies, it felt as though I was swimming a lot faster owing to the fact
that a person floats more in the sea than in either fresh water or a
pool. Time seemed to have no meaning except for the position of the sun in
the sky & we were enjoying our times together at this famous beach when
suddenly the sirens sounded & all the lifeguards were recalling everyone
back to the beach whilst a crew of them launched a surf boat having spotted
a few men being swept out on a rip tide as the fast rigid inflatable boat
also sped to their rescue.  It was during the scramble back to the beach
Brett screamed in pain as something stung his leg, my bronze medallion
training kicked in as I began towing the crying youngster back to the
beach, the lifeguards had obviously spotted me & were directing their
attention to others as I assisted Brett out of the sea, a lifeguard checked
him & pointed us to the lifeguard building telling us that he'd been stung
by a bluebottle jellyfish & to take him there.  No sooner were we in their
hut, a mature woman in her 40's quickly slapped a hot wet poultice on him
which she repeated numerous times for what seemed like ages before finally
removing the stings leaving Brett sporting a welt on his leg which could be
seen from a mile away which felt tender & yet, just like a typical
Australian youngster he proudly displayed his war wound to the world
wearing shorts for the rest of the day. It taught me that there are
dangerous forms of marine life in this country's seas & it seemed like
swimmers at this beach regularly ran the gauntlet of bluebottle
encounters. The experiences at Bondi also fuelled another wish which having
a bronze medallion to my credit would certainly go a long way towards
becoming one of them, the idea of becoming a lifeguard certainly was
appealing.

Still wearing only our speedos carrying our towels in our hands, we walked
with her back to the parked car, dressed in our tee shirts & shorts before
she drove us to a nearby fish & chip shop. It suddenly dawned on me that
this was my first ever visit to a fish & chip shop since arriving in
Australia which became poignant fuelling memories of my previous life in
England wondering what all my old mates were now doing with a year having
passed by since the flight on the Connie.  The rest of the afternoon was
spent seeing the sights of Sydney & being a Saturday, all the city centre's
large stores were closed having shut their doors at 12 noon although there
were milk bars throughout the suburbs which remained open, as I was used to
the shop opening hours in England, this became one of the hardest things to
adjust to, especially on Saturdays.

Most of the afternoon was spent at the zoo, the last time I visited a zoo
was on a school trip to London's Regent's park during my first year of
secondary school at age 12 & 2 years before that, I visited the Festival of
Britain on the south bank of the River Thames when I was 10.  The real eye
catcher was the Skylon, a pointed cigar shaped object which seemed to float
in the air towering about 300 feet in the air, my teacher told us it was
held up with cables, everyone of us saw what looked like someone's scarf
tied on the top flying like a flag, we later learned that it was a London
University air squadron scarf.  The Royal Festival hall had just opened &
another attraction was the Dome of Discovery which looked like a giant
flying saucer shaped spaceship supported by angled stilts which had an
escalator leading into the entrance, kids being kids at the time, we all
thought it was a real thrill riding on it, once inside the sections were
The land, The earth, Polar, Sea, Sky, Outer space, The physical world & the
living world.  All this was built whilst London was still a bomb site from
the war & there was loads of building going on. I felt really honoured to
have been around at that time & seen it.  Those thoughts led me to
wondering if I will ever see the old country again. This is what all the
Aussies call England & with so many English people here Australia for us
pommys is like a second home.

After returning home for a good shower & evening meal she drove us to a
drive in movie theatre to watch Herman Melville's Moby Dick starring
Gregory Peck as Captain Ahab who set out on a vengeful quest to destroy the
white whale.  The scene where Captain Gardner asked for his assistance to
search for his son is where I envisaged Ahab being given a choice by God,
were he to assist in the search, Captain Gardner would likely have been
reunited with his son, by refusing to assist in the search condemned him to
eternal damnation. I found it to be a good movie.  We returned home late
having a cup of tea with some Arnotts Tim Tams biscuits then straight to
bed. All 3 of us piled into what must be her parent's double bed with Jenny
in the middle & both Brett & I lovingly fondling, kissing & cuddling his
sister.  I had worn my speedo swimming trunks all day & hadn't yet taken
them off, now I had shifted to the middle having both my breasts suckled at
the same time whilst they drank my offering of teenage boy milk which was a
relief as they had filled right up during the day & were aching like hell,
it felt so good feeling the milk leave my breasts into their hungry mouths,
so much so my cock was the hardest & biggest its been in my whole life
wetting my speedos with loads of love juices whilst building up to a
tremendous shattering orgasm & plastering my speedos with shit loads of
spunk, OMG that was one hell of a huge load.

She changed places to the middle with Brett who stripped totally naked & I
took off my spunk laded speedos & tossed them onto the carpet, both of us
latched our mouths onto Jenny's huge nipples immediately sending orgasmic
sensations to her pussy which by now was leaking her juices like a tap & we
could all smell her lovely scents when she began screaming the house down
with the gushing orgasm we gave her, thankfully this is where she told me
she regularly breast fed her brother when we both guzzled down her offering
of sweet tasting breast milk, her breasts had already started leaking
whilst we fondled her & sprayed like fountains into our mouths when she
orgasmed as Brett threw the covers back & she straddled him guiding his
cock inside her & started riding him cowgirl fashion facing her head &
shooting his spunk inside her in seconds.  Now it was my turn to be ridden
cowgirl fashion & looking at my cock it was so hard & big still leaking out
love juices, OMG, her pussy felt tighter than it was on the plane & it was
clamping & massaging my cock like mad, this had to be the best fuck yet
with beads of milk appeared at my nipples. It didn't take her long to have
another gushing orgasm plastering my cock & balls with her juices as she
screamed again. This took me right over the edge & it felt like there was
no tomorrow as my cock kept gushing long well spaced out blasts of spunk
inside her & seemed to never stop, I was so overcome with powerful orgasmic
sensations it felt like torture.  We finally lay there in really awesome
afterglows falling into breast milk aided sleep amongst spunk & pussy/love
juice wetted sheets at some ungodly late hour & overslept the following
morning.

We didn't even bother getting dressed remaining totally naked as she made
our breakfasts & we sat at the table still naked. This would be a night to
remember for a lifetime; Brett done the dishes whilst she changed the
bedclothes then sprayed heaps of air freshener inside the room followed by
opening the windows minutes later, meanwhile I had a good shower during
which I washed out my spunk ridden speedos putting on a second pair to wear
on the return journey under my smart clothes, whilst packing I wrapped the
wet speedos in a towel & when I finally packed both my suitcase & bicycle
she drove me to the airport in good time to catch my flight. Unfortunately
she wasn't on duty that day although she gave me a good kiss forcing our
tongues into our mouths & we hugged each other with lengthy grinding hugs
with my huge cock fully hard inside my second pair of speedos when she
finally broke off the hug & saw me onto the plane.

The Trans Australia Airlines Douglas DC-3 left Sydney out over Botany Bay
before turning inland with a smooth flight all the way, I fell asleep after
finishing the sandwich & cup of tea as I was so tired from the previous
night only to be woken up for the landing at Wagga Wagga to be met by a
smiling Mr. Rolfe who gave me a firm handshake then a long grinding hug &
kissing each other with tongues in each others mouths & being the kind old
gent, he carried my bags out to his car, drove straight to his house & we
quickly ripped all our clothes off & dived straight into his double bed.
We spent a while having a good long kissing & cuddling session when he
asked me what the doctor said. I recounted everything he told me about my
body overproducing hormones growing a huge cock which both squirts pre-cum
& shoots a seriously huge load of spunk & growing a pair of girly breasts
which lactate & sometimes leak, usually wetting whatever I'm wearing but
having been told to wear a bra totally astonished him.  Having such a large
cock certainly pressed all Mr. Rolfe's buttons when he positioned myself
across the bed with my ankles on his shoulders having applied his tingling
lube to my nipples, my boy pussy hole & both our cocks, his huge man cock
went straight in as my hole was still open after all the sex back in
Sydney. That lube certainly felt awesome both my hole & my cock was buzzing
with orgasmic feelings, my nipples became hugely erect & started leaking
out breast milk & sending the most amazing feelings to my balls when a jet
of pre-cum fired out from my cock & kept continuously oozing out my piss
slit as he slowly pistoned in & out massaging my hidden love button I knew
I wouldn't last long especially as my cock seemed to do a merry dance by
itself with powerful twitches & sometimes shooting out small jets of
pre-cum. Those highly intense feelings rapidly built up to such an orgasm I
was experiencing it inside my hole & right inside my breasts & my cock &
balls when wham, a huge long jet of spunk flew across the room as milk
sprayed from my nipples followed by several huge jets flying across the
room with each one giving me a highly intense sensation inside my hole, all
those sensations were so intense I was on a huge sensory overload screaming
my head off when I felt his spunk gushing inside with hot powerful gushes
before I passed out with my very life force having drained right out of me.
When I woke up I was tucked up under the bed covers totally naked & saw it
was dark outside, when I looked at his alarm clock showing half past seven,
I panicked knowing I had missed evening mealtime at the cookhouse when my
hunger pangs hit with a vengeance then I smelt delicious cooking smells
wafting into the bedroom & moments later he beckoned me into the living
room whilst still naked, he placed a towel across my bare thighs & served
me a roast lamb dinner on a tray followed by fruit cocktail with ice cream
finishing with a cup of coffee.  I took a long shower to freshen up &
finally got dressed, made sure my luggage was packed then loaded up his car
when he drove me to the air base dropping me outside the main gate.  The
corporal quickly glanced my RAAF ID & finally beckoned me to sign in then
it was a short walk to my billet where I was only too glad to finally get
out of the suit & changed into more casual clothes, fortunately the rest of
the flight had kept the billet tidy leaving me to press my uniform ready
for the morning's parade. After that weekend I was glad to be getting an
early night & flopped into bed quickly falling asleep.

The rest of the week was uneventful apart from a billet stand by your beds
inspection on the Wednesday morning giving me time to recharge my energy
reserves for sports afternoon at the local swimming pool, wearing only
speedo swimming trunks my breasts were certainly on display for the rest to
see & yet thankfully no one made any derogatory comments about them leaving
me to apply myself to the rigorous training schedule, our flight seemed to
consist of the best swimmers on the base giving us confidence to beat the
final year students in the swimming gala.  Our PTI corporal previously gave
out our Swedish made swimming goggles which come in kit form, we learned
that they're an experimental item designed by some private individual as an
aid to protect swimmers eyes from chlorine to enable them to train lengthy
training sessions otherwise the limiting factor was how long a swimmer
could last in the water before a pool's chlorine affected a swimmer's eyes
forcing swimmers to exit the water, the eyepieces don't have rubber gasket
seals & are tied together by a piece of string through a short length of
plastic tube, the last task was to thread the length of rubber elastic
looping both ends through the tiny buckle which both fastens the elastic
into a double loop & is the means of adjusting them. We had spent an
evening setting them up & adjusting them to our heads which he patiently
checked each & every one of us. Now we were trying them out in the pool &
despite their flimsy appearance they do work well in keeping the water out
of our eyes & gave us clear vision underwater, now we wouldn't have to get
out of the pool with our eyes hurting from the chlorine.  The second half
of our session consisted of time trials where we swam shorter distances
with specific strokes against the clock with the PTI recording our times on
his clipboard, anyone would think we were trying out for the Olympics but
all he was looking for was to select the team. I swam the fastest 100 yards
both freestyle & breast stroke that afternoon with Johann Schweizer coming
a very close second. He certainly came along in leaps & bounds since I
first taught him & his eye catching physique, especially when he wore
speedos apart from triggering thoughts of lust towards him making my cock
rock hard & leaking shit loads of pre-cum was starting to resemble the
photo in the Charles Atlas magazine adverts some of which stated starting
off from the proverbial 7 stone weakling, others becoming the defender of
the beach after having sand kicked in his face, here was the holder of the
world's most perfectly developed man offering his `Dynamic tension'
courses.  I knew all along that the military have generations of training &
coaching people which have stood the test of time & this was something the
Germans were excellent at despite them being our enemies in the last 2
wars, I began to wonder what did this person know which the world didn't?
It was after our evening meal that the PTI placed the notice in our billet,
gathered the team together & gave us a really inspiring pep talk, after
that he wanted to speak to me on my own asking.  "I want to enter you for
the mile freestyle race again as you was so quick last time but you scared
the shit out of us when you passed out. I'm worried that may happen again,
this time I'm also entering your jerry mate but what I want you to do is
pace yourself to him, that way you can make your break from 100 yards
before the finish & hopefully you'll have this one in the bag."  The
following mornings our team was driven to the local pool for more training
sessions before breakfast followed by our trade training classes. A few
days passed by when I was summoned to the base commander.

I stood waiting outside his office at the prescribed 5 minutes prior to the
appointed time after having meticulously put on my clean pressed summer
uniform with shiny shoes, socks at the right height with garters correctly
placed when I was summoned in & beckoned to be seated. After our formal
introductions & salutes he opened the conversation with.

"Airman Georgio, I have received a rather disturbing report from the
specialist who examined you which places me in a rather awkward position,
the question is what to do with you? Under normal circumstances I would be
considering discharging you, however in your case I have studied your
course reports & to put it bluntly, every one of your instructors tell me
that you're a bright, excellent exemplary student.  Were I to discharge
you, our base security police would have to hold you until the authorities
return you to the Turana youth training centre in Melbourne.  Neither of us
would want that to happen now, do we? It costs us a lot of money to train
someone like you & I'm sure our people don't want this money wasted. I have
spoken to both the specialist & the doctor who are confident that your
condition will clear up & with this in mind we are allowing you to remain &
continue your training, do you have any questions?"

OMG, I was lost for words as this was serious shit, especially if I were to
be discharged only to be returned back to Turana, I had become the meat in
the sandwich, the subject of a tug of war between 2 powerful government
departments, what would my parents say? Would I serve my 22 years only to
end up in jail just because some jumped up junior public servant lied like
fuck & fucked around with my papers because someone told him to?, Bernie
was also in the same situation which was serious shit of the sort which
could bring down governments. I decided to stand my ground, if not for me,
for all the others who have been tricked into coming here, they needed a
voice but who was going to be their champion? Perhaps Jenny may know the
right people? Could I trust her? It would require an investigative
journalist prepared to dig out the dirt.  I couldn't even contemplate
phoning her at her house to ask such a thing as the entire telephone
network was manually connected by operators so the line(s) weren't secure
from eavesdroppers (This was the days before subscriber trunk dialing
although telephones were able to dial within the city) It seemed to take
ages just to answer his question as my mind was in turmoil and yet those
few moments were actually just fleeting moments, I answered.  "Sir, it is
my wish to continue with my training and therefore graduate with an
excellent trade behind me which will stand me in good stead during my
military career & my future career in civil aviation, now I must ask you
about my friend Bernard Archer who was also transferred out here from
Feltham Borstal in England with me who is in my flight. I take it the same
thing will also happen to him were he to become discharged, Please sir, is
he also facing the same situation as myself".

He thought about this for a few moments and then answered. "Georgio, I
should really give you a reply after consulting his personal file but if
you want my opinion, I would have to say that he too is facing the same
situation as yourself, personally I don't like this any more than you and
if you want my opinion I would say it bloody well stinks. Whatever the pair
of you have done is in the past and in my book you have done your time and
shouldn't be penalized any further. Both of you are a good pair of lads who
are bright and have promising careers ahead of you so any time spent in
prison is purely wasteful, both for yourselves & costing the taxpayers
money. I promise to look further into this and will be giving you an honest
reply soon. Now if you want my advice, don't go telling anyone about this
because if the press gets hold of this story they'll have a field day."
"Thank you sir," I stood smartly to attention, saluted, about turned and
left the office.

I collared Bernie telling him of the situation which would arise should
either of us become discharged which he took very badly, understandably
after what he's endured & couldn't believe a concealed iron fist was
waiting for either or both of us who could be charged for treason if this
ever got out, this begged the question as to who was watching us, were our
parent's also being watched? This was the height of the cold war against
communism, the Korean War had only recently stopped, Hungary was invaded by
Russian troops & both countries were fielding teams in the Olympic Games
which were now just a few weeks away in Melbourne. There were also
suspicions that Russian spies were everywhere especially with all the
recent continuing furore in the press about the Petrov affair fuelling
public anxiety that spies were everywhere who may even be forming a second
front & their press certainly were publishing damning articles, some of
which could only have been obtained by spies when I had an idea, if the
Russians published our story, they would cop the blame for it getting out &
provided our names were kept out of it, it might work.

The local swimming pool had reopened & we recommenced our early morning
swimming training sessions in preparation for the end of year gala followed
by the RAAF competitions & finally the inter service competitions. After my
previous year's performance in the mile, the physical training instructors
already had their eye on me, especially for the longer distance freestyle
races.  That first November morning the water felt like an icy bath just
like the Uxbridge outdoor pool or the Ruislip Lido back in England when
their doors opened at the start of the summer season at the Whitsun weekend
in May, the Ruislip lido had all the buildings associated with a pool
except you swam in the lake which was also a lot cheaper than swimming in a
pool as apart from Uxbridge, there were outdoor pools at Hillingdon house
farm & at Yiewsley, it was there as an 11 year old that another boy who I
made friends with who subsequently attended the same secondary school at St
Martins thus starting my training with Ruislip Northwood & joining the Boy
Scouts.  I had grown a bit during the year to 5 foot & 9 inches with my
legs becoming longer & slender wearing my favourite pair of bottle green
speedos now a tighter fit although still comfortable (They say one should
swim with a size smaller than your normal waist size). It was whilst
powering through those lengths that everything just flowed with ease as
though my maker had shaped & moulded me for the water, I swam with ease &
fluid motion as I propelled through the water like a torpedo creating a
formidable bow wave with my head breathing in below the water line behind
the wave I created. I sensed both instructors' eyes boring onto my body
just the same as though someone was checking me out only this time their
gazes were professional, I knew in my heart I would be on the swim team
long before they even picked me, sex will come later.

Evening sports training was mainly geared around athletics & cricket
interspersed with either cricket or baseball games against the other years,
with the first year almost over more & more lads became more confident in
wanking each other off in the showers thus giving those participants a nice
ending to sports sessions whereas both Bernie & I were lucky to have a
couple of minutes wanking each other off in a cubicle at the pool,
thankfully everyone was so horny having been woken up with rock hard
morning cocks, a few lads had a quick wank in the billet toilets but it was
more sneaky having one in a cubicle then exit with spunk still leaking out
from your cock & forming huge wet spots on your swimming trunks before
anyone entered the water.  The newspapers carried loads of articles about
competitors about to compete in the games which was becoming another huge
event on the world's stage plus there was a youth competition which you
entered by mail requiring payment with a postal order which I sent off for
although the chances of winning were slim plus there's the issue of
applying for leave, you just couldn't throw a sickie on the base & expect
to get away with it.

We had another weekend's leave due & having saved up quite a few quid now I
rang mum asking to have my dinner kept warm & took a Trans Australia
Airlines Douglas DC-4 return flight to Melbourne leaving on Friday
afternoon & landing at Essendon airport thus saving heaps of time traveling
to & fro. Having deplaned & reclaimed my rucksack, I walked out of the
airport, caught the number 59 tram to Elizabeth street, walked to Flinders
street & caught the number 64 tram exiting at the intersection of North
Road & Hawthorn road then walked westwards over the rise & took the first
street on the right finally entering my parents' house with my key thanking
god that I wasn't attacked by a magpie.  She gave me a lasting hug planting
me with loads of kisses saying. "My, just look at you, you've grown & soon
you'll become the man of the house," I felt heaps of pride when she said
that & her hands lovingly caressed my muscular form giving me a huge
throbbing leaking hard on inside my trousers straining against the fine
black silk scanty briefs with a draw cord, one of a package Mr. Rolfe had
bought me as a gift which were made in Germany & are identical to the swim
briefs worn by those Hitler youth swim team teenagers in the photo in the
living room of Johann Schweizer's parents house.  Johann's father pointed
himself out in the photo second from the left when he was aged 15 & unlike
the rest of his team, he too had almost girly breasts with large nipples &
areolas on large pointed breast buds just like myself then he pulled out
his photo album containing photos of those summer camps before the war
showing lots of nudity whilst playing sports, swimming & boating & everyone
was so carefree about themselves.  His Hitler youth unit was similar to the
air scouts in England which taught aviation & in later photos he gained
both his gliding proficiency & pilot's licence & when the war broke out he
joined the Luftwaffe becoming an aircraft engineer on large transport
aircraft.

Mum's loving caresses were sending jolts of electricity through me, my cock
was so hard spewing out pre-cum into my scanty silk briefs which by now
could barely contain my cock which rubbed against her belly in the tight
hug she gave me looking at me with pride in her eyes as my cock done a
merry dance of powerful twitches soaking through my briefs, trousers & onto
mum's dress with pre-cum, there was no doubt she felt it when she grabbed
it through my trousers & massaged the piss slit through the wet material
uttering a loud gasp at its huge size & saying. "Oh my god, you're cock is
so big."  I could certainly smell her scents from her leaking pussy which
no doubt had soaked through her nylon tricot panties. It was a good job dad
was working a late shift otherwise all hell would break loose if he caught
us. Those lovely feelings built up in my balls, the head of my cock felt
awesome as the foreskin peeled back by itself & my orgasm rapidly built up
along with those awesome feelings inside my breasts as my nipples hardened
& strained against my nylon tricot vest when what must be the mother load
of spunk erupted from my cock in at least a dozen huge well spaced out
gushes through my trousers soaking her dress with spunk & I felt the warm
wetness on my breasts as breast milk soaked through my vest & shirt leaving
large wet spots. I could barely stand up as my legs were about to give way.
Mum guided me onto my place at the table & brought out the covered dish
with my piping hot roast dinner serving up my meal with an opened bottle of
Hunter valley white wine. It certainly felt different sitting at the table
with the clothes around my package soaked in spunk & the wetness around my
breasts cooling when just as we were about to drink a toast to our health,
I saw her eyes boring into my breasts when she uttered. "Sonny, is that
milk you're making?"  The cat was well & truly out of the bag now, I felt
as though my whole world caved in around me, I burst out crying & ran to my
room bawling & crying on the bed wishing I never came home on leave.  Mum
came & comforted me & when I became settled I recounted my consultations
with both the doctor & the specialist when she took off my shirt & vest &
gazed in wonder at my breasts seeing those tell tale white drops on my
nipples, she squeezed a breast expressing some milk onto her hand & licked
it clean, I immediately saw the expression of approval on her face as she
savoured my tasty morsel then hugged me before asking. "May I?"  She
latched her mouth onto a breast & it felt so wonderful especially to be
nursing the woman who nursed me bringing truth to the saying. `What turns
around comes around' The very act of being nursed brought along another
orgasm as once again a deluge of spunk erupted through my briefs & trousers
when she disengaged from my breast & began lapping up all my spunk like a
greedy cat then nursing on my other breast when she shuddered & screamed as
her gushing orgasm racked through her soaking through her nylon tricot
panties & her dress.  Despite both our bodies being plastered in our fluids
we quickly stripped naked when she looked in amazement as she saw my huge
cock for the first time in years & she guided my rock hard cock into her
wet pussy which was unbelievably tight & I knew then she was taking the
biggest cock in her entire life, OMG if this was incest, although a
forbidden taboo, our union felt so wonderful, as if it was meant to be, my
breasts were now spent of their precious life sustaining elixir & mum's
hadn't brought forth her milk for years. Her lovingly caressing hands on my
body felt so awesome as she guided me to piston my cock inside her slowly
with her vaginal muscles doing the most amazing things to my cock & having
sex with someone doesn't even come close to having it with the person who
truly loves you as she pledged to me in her lover's talk. "You're so
special to me & whatever anyone else tells you, you have a most precious
gift & whatever happens I will always be around to look after you, remember
that, for me."  Just as we made our promises to each other, I blasted
another huge load of spunk from my cock this time right inside the woman
who loved & took care of me as drops of breast milk oozed out of my nipples
with those awesome feelings in my breasts. We lay there in the euphoria of
love for each other in our sleepy afterglows for what seemed like ages
until she got up & threw all our spunk ridden clothes into the washing
machine then we showered together, dried off & finished our reheated
evening meals together in the nude.

I went to sleep early owing to the traveling & the most amazing sex with
mum finally catching up with me leaving me drained. I swore I could smell
the pungent smell of Mortein insect spray during the night & when I thought
about it the following morning, she gassed my room with the stuff to hide
the smells of sex, the aroma of our fluids & sweat odours, it certainly
worked although for a time I must have slept buried under the blankets,
ooh, I felt like really cursing her for that.  I went for my morning run
along Gardenvale Road across the Nepean Highway following Martin Street to
the beach turning right until I arrived at Elwood beach, stripped down to
my skimpy silk briefs & swam the 200 yards out to the wooden platform,
climbed up & sat down feeling the sun's warming rays on my body taking in
the views of the Melbourne skyline to the north. When I decided to go, I
dived into the sea, swam to the beach arriving to see an old lady about 60
walking her Old English sheepdog & if looks could kill, her eyes bore into
me like daggers, she raised her walking stick & shouted at me. "Those pants
you're wearing aren't swimming trunks, I should report you for public
indecency, the next time I see you here I want to see you wearing a proper
pair of swimming trunks otherwise I'll call the cops, now get dressed &
nick off."  OMG, that woman was one hell of a stuck up bitch, why she
challenged me like that I could only guess, perhaps she's never even had a
fellow give her an honest to goodness fucking, never bore any kids into the
world, I've heard a few things about elderly spinsters at Feltham wondering
what sort of rules they live by? In some ways I felt sorry for her &
thought about asking a few local lads to find out where she lives & perhaps
pay her a visit wearing my uniform. I didn't have to wait long when I
collared a local newsie on his bike in Martin Street & asked him, although
he told me where she lived, he said.  "You must be mad calling around to
that old bag."

After showering, breakfast, morning chores & hanging the washing out to dry
hiding my silk briefs under some clothes so neither dad of the neighbours
would see them. I donned my RAAF tropical uniform, blew up the tyres,
wheeled my Ricardo racing bike out from the back room & rode to her house.
I entered her well kept front garden through a wrought iron gate up to a
brick built house with a gothic arch porch, leaned the bike against a wall
& pressed a really ancient looking doorbell with a brass surround &
immediately heard her dog barking followed by her opening both the door &
the insect screen. She gazed approvingly over my form when I introduced
myself as Airman John Georgio of the Royal Australian Air Force & she
beckoned me into her living room where we sat down & she put the kettle on
to make tea.

"It's so nice to see a young fellow like yourself smartly dressed wearing a
uniform so what brings you here young man?"  "I was coming out of the sea
this morning when you gave me hell because of the swimsuit I wore
threatening to report me for indecency to the police & I have came here to
apologize for offending you."  "You must excuse me as I took you for one of
those riff raff youths who frequent the beach, swim naked & fornicate
either their girls or each other on the beach, there's so much of it going
on that people round here are getting fed up with this sort of behaviour,"
when the sound of a whistling kettle pierced the air.  Over tea I recounted
my story of my days in England including the events which lead up to my
being incarcerated at Feltham, undergoing eye surgery at London's
Moorfields eye hospital & the flight out on a Qantas Lockheed super
constellation only to be further incarcerated at Turana & not knowing when
they would finally decide to release me, she looked at me with those eyes
which bore right through me, my story had certainly incensed her when she
blasted out. "This is a bloody scandal if you don't mind my words!"

I saw a framed photograph of a very handsome looking pilot stood beside a
Sopwith pup & asked. "Who's that in the photo?" boy did I unwittingly hit a
raw nerve when she suddenly burst out crying & quickly left the room, I got
up to leave when she said. "Wait, let me calm down & I will tell you," as
she recounted her story of the man she once loved since their schooldays.
The pilot was a lieutenant in the Royal Flying Corps who she was due to
marry until in the skies over the Somme in November 1916 a dogfight ensued
with a German Fokker E111 Eindekker which dove out from the sun firing a
long burst from its machine guns raking the aircraft with bullet holes,
blowing holes into the fuel tank which erupting into a huge fireball. Not
having a parachute & in the searing heat of the fire he put the barrel of
his personal Webley .455 inch revolver to his head & pulled the trigger as
the aircraft plunged to the ground with the forces tearing the wings off
during its final death plunge.  We both had good stories to tell each other
& I finally left her house leaving both of us in good spirits & a future
invite for a cooked meal, I rode home, parked the bike in the back room,
got changed, took some money & caught a tram to the city.

It looked for all the world that every single sports & clothing shop
stocked the new nylon Speedo swimwear for both males & females begging the
question of how we got ours back in Feltham before anyone else did & later
on with Mr. Rolfe which could only mean that they were catering for some
sort of either black or possibly illicit market. Whatever motives there
were it was definitely a successful move towards flooding the market?
Doubtless some deviously clever fat cat motivated by money thought this one
up so I caught a tram to the new Olympic park until I finally arrived at
The Swimming & Diving Stadium, the first ever Olympic sized indoor swimming
pool to be built for the games.  I gazed in awe at this brand new building
as I walked up to its façade when a shapely built auburn haired
woman in her 30's who stood just inside the entrance wearing navy blue
cotton shorts with a polo shirt & plimsolls who asked. "You right sonny?"
I showed her my RAAF ID saying. "I'm on their swim team & may I please have
a look around?" she looked thoughtfully for a few moments then said.  "Why
not, especially as you've signed up to defend our wonderful country, she
led me in & I became aghast at the interior. The pool at Wagga Wagga didn't
even come close to this place even though it was a nice pool to swim
in. Young men were working around the pool & in the bleachers whilst a few
swimmers were swimming laps in a single roped off lane when she
asked. "Would you like to go in & when you're finished you'll have a ripper
of a story to tell your mates."  "Wait here whilst I go & fetch you a towel
& a pair of bathers," I already wore a black pair of speedos under my
trousers & when she arrived she presented me with a towel & a royal blue
pair of speedos which were in my size, doubtless this woman has been around
swimmers for years & sized me up correctly by sight of eye then pointed me
to the changing area.  I walked onto the pool surround when she
asked. "Let's see what you can do? I dived in & swam 8 lengths on front
crawl to get nicely warmed up before hanging onto the edge of the pool when
she leaned down & asked. "You swim very well indeed, where have you swum
before?  "Ruislip & Northwood in West London, our squad was called RNSS &
later at the local pool near the air base," "OK, just have a nice relaxing
swim for a few minutes & I'll catch you when you come out."

She waited by the end of the pool as I climbed out of the steps when she
passed me a towel saying. "Dry yourself off & come with me."  This woman
was at least twice my age & very attractive for her age, doubtless owing to
a lifetime of swimming & she certainly was a picture of health, my senses
immediately knew she was checking me out sneaking gazes at my breasts & the
huge bulge in those speedos, there was no hiding the looks of lust in her
face & here was a woman who must have seen countless half naked teenagers
in her time & yet my half naked form was pushing all her buttons.  She led
me into a store room & threw the bolt thus effectively locking the door
then ravenously started fondling me kissing my mouth & forcing her tongue
inside when I knew she must have sneaked a smoke recently. She rapidly
untied the trunks & whipped then down, gripped my cock with her hand &
stroked it to full hardness whilst she had a mouth latched onto a breast &
sucked, her eyes must have popped right out of her head as I felt the let
down as some breast milk gushed into her mouth whilst my other breast
leaked out of a nipple, so worked up was I that I was about to shoot a huge
load & told her when she quickly put my cock in her mouth bobbing her head
whilst sucking & massaging my nipples, despite the huge size of my cock
which filled her mouth right out, I never felt a single tooth scrape which
told me I was being sucked off by a highly experienced woman & when my cock
let go, I was having to stifle my screams at the crashing orgasm she gave
me as she almost gagged & greedily swallowed every single gush of my spunk
except the last one when she planted another tongue kiss on my mouth giving
me a taste of my own spunk then went on to nursing my breasts completely of
their contents before finally sending me on my way but not before we
exchanged phone numbers & addresses leaving me to return home with a wet
towel & trunks which she kindly let me have.

I caught a tram back to the city spending time window shopping before
entering the disposals shop in Elizabeth Street which is the mecca for
motorcycles on a Saturday Morning with a very strong police presence to
keep order. They had another shop next door crammed with electrical items
consisting of test equipment, radios & there was even a spark plug test rig
for Rolls Royce Merlin engines which tested plugs under pressurized air &
loads of hand tools, some of which had never even been opened or used
whilst we were using ancient & well worn tools at the air base. I
questioned the logic in my mind to a government system which allowed us to
use toolkits with worn tools whilst the new items were being sold down the
river out to disposals companies. They even had a box containing Cross
inserts thread insert taps some of which were still sealed with wooden
handled insert keys resembling slotted screwdrivers & sealed envelopes with
the company's logo containing inserts still in their preservative.  I knew
immediately what this box contained as this was a way of making money on
the side (Known as back yarders in Australia) & I bet he doesn't even know
about the contents of this box or if I was aware of their contents as I
looked at a number of items. I took the box to the counter & asked. "How
much for the lot mate?"  He looked at me with a puzzled look & said. "I
suppose you know what these are as I don't," "My father asked me to keep a
lookout for things like this, probably something to do with his work as
he's a supervisor at Volkswagen's." I thought for a moment I dropped the
penny thus letting him know these things are used to fix cars although
there are heaps of other things which the contents of this box will also
fix, I knew for a fact that these things fix aeroplanes, whatever went
through both our minds I looked for all the world like a kid who knew
bugger all & he wasn't any the wiser when he took a wild guess & said.
"Fifteen bob & it's yours sonny."  I dug into my pockets & fished out every
last penny I had which was only just enough leaving me with nothing for the
tram fare & pleadingly asked. "Please leave me a shilling for the tram
fare," & he replied. "Go on mate, here's your last shilling."  Thankfully
he wrapped it up well so nothing will fall out, I estimated a total of at
least 300 inserts in the package & I could get at least a quid just for
fitting one which more than pays for what I bought this package for, I
could make a real go of a good sideline business & knew I would at some
point have to reorder in stock to keep things going but I'm only home for
the weekend & no sooner was I home I unwrapped the package & wrote Cross
manufacturing's name, address, phone number & telegram name into my note
book, this company was at Combe Down, Bath in England, that was when dad
saw what I had brought home.

He went right through the contents of the box & he knew as well as I what
the contents were so we both knew there was no way he would throw it out to
the dustbin men (Garbos in Australia) when he said to me.  "Sonny, both
your mum & I have paid loads of money bringing you up & keeping a roof over
our heads so I think it's about time you repaid some of that kindness. It
costs money to keep this house going & thank god we don't have to pay a
mortgage which leaves us with a bit more money than anyone else. Your mum &
I still have to work to put food on the table & keep our clothes looking
nice plus I have to pay the rego & insurance on both the car & the
motorcycle so don't you think your little scheme of earning a few quid
should also be contributing towards our house?"  Damn, he's just gone &
pulled the rug right out from under my feet, now it's him who'll be cashing
in whenever he fits one of those things as a back yarder. He's already told
me in no uncertain terms that it costs 500 quid to raise a kid until he's
16 & in a way he'll be getting at least half his money back for bringing me
into the world, still, there's more than one way to make a few bob. I
decided to go & check out the scene at Luna Park in St Kilda & caught a
tram.

Luna Park is an enclosed fairground & amusement park within spitting
distance from St Kilda beach, opened in 1912 it was a very popular venue
especially during the summer school holiday & it was here one could pick up
a teenager for sex although like London's Playland in Piccadilly a lot of
the boys here were rent boys & paying for sex wasn't something I wanted &
after receiving a few approaches I decided to head to the beach.  Even here
I sussed out rent boys although it was harder to spot them, there would be
about 2 or 3 sat near to a woman old enough to be their mum wearing their
Speedo swimming trunks, one dead giveaway was these boys had no hair on
their bodies therefore someone was insisting their charges were always
shaved, this made it easier to look for a likely lad with either peach fuzz
or the normal hair on their teenage bodies & it wasn't long before one
caught my eye as he wore the skimpiest pair of black swim briefs I had ever
encountered which were sheer, OMG, I could see this lad's entire cock & he
was definitely sporting a huge throbbing cock which was fully hard with a
large wet patch on the front of his black swim briefs.  I had to chat him
up & walked up to him, said hello & asked to sit next to him, he had dark
blond hair, blue eyes & was the same size & age as me, as soon as he spoke
I Immediately realized he was German by his accent & thought that he must
be fresh off the boat which certainly was the case as we spoke.  One thing
I do know about these people from Johann & his family is their carefree
attitude towards nudity & if it wasn't for this country's decency laws he
would be sat there totally naked without a care in the world.  I was right,
his family was living at the migrant hostel at Marybyrnong which wasn't too
far for a bike ride from the Schweizer's house at Essendon & he hardly had
any money with just enough for the tram fare to get back.

Although I came here looking for a pick up, I do have some moral standards
& it wouldn't be right to take advantage of him after all we're supposed to
welcome those who come to this country. After introductions he told me his
name was Erich.
 The clothes he wore were just a pair of blue cotton P E shorts, tee shirt
& plimsolls which had seen better days & the offer of a four & twenty pie
with a coke was an offer he grabbed at like a drowning man so I asked him
to get changed & we both walked to the local milk bar from where I called
Johann.  We caught the trams to Essendon with me paying for his fare &
arrived at Johann's house to a hearty greeting from his parents which
certainly brought Erich out of his shell but we didn't have a lot of time
when Johann's father grabbed his toolbox & drove all 3 of us to Sunshine
dump, it was from the huge mound of bicycle parts that Johann's father & I
scoured through & built up a 3 speed skeleton of a bicycle with cow horn
handlebars for Erich & we even found him a carrier with its rat trap sprung
loop which could hold a rain coat. Watching him riding the finished bike
around the grounds of the dump really brought tears to our eyes & I daresay
we certainly restored his faith in human nature that day.  We ate our
evening meals at Johann's house after I called my parents telling them
where I was.

Johann & I rode with Erich to the migrant hostel which is an old army
barracks to see his parents & when Erich showed them his bike his father
almost started to cry, as he only spoke German Johann translated for us as
he spoke English better than Erich, His father brought out some papers from
his suitcase & passed them to Johann who gasped in surprise when he read
the certificates then said. "It says here he's an aircraft engineer, just
wait till I tell dad."  I asked. "Do you think he can get him a job?"  "If
I know dad, he'll be dragging him in through the door."  Johann spoke in
German. "My father will see to it that you will work with him at the
airport," when suddenly it looked for all the world as though their lives
had changed forever, these people had very little in the way of money &
possessions & couldn't even offer us a cup of tea.  I said to Johann. "We
really should be thinking in terms of returning to that dump & sort out
another bicycle for his father so he can ride to work," Erich spoke
saying. "I will take him there in the morning," then gave us both a
handshake.  We both felt bad about leaving them especially as we wouldn't
be seeing them until our next leave, Johann left them his address & phone
number so his parents can look in on them whilst both our thoughts would
travel in letters sent by Johann written in German to Erich to keep his
spirits up.  It was during my sleepover with Johann we had another of our
most amazing sex sessions together & yet both of us thought of Erich as we
had found a new friend. I began to wonder what brought him here with his
family to a country where they would have to struggle, to learn English, to
make a start with their family home from scratch & of course they would
need a car, this is something I would have to speak to dad about.  Johann
couldn't resist sucking on my breasts for his reward of my sweet tasting
breast milk with the sensations inside my breasts & nipples almost making
my cock shoot off its load even though he only got an egg cupful from each
breast & finally giving me a tongue kiss so I could have a taste which was
like a heavenly elixir with my nipples having grown enormous owing to his
ministrations followed by him bringing out the tingling lube, lubing his
huge cock & my hole & slowly pushing it home. That stuff certainly excited
the insides of my arse & when Johann started thrusting into me. OMG, the
sensations inside were almost overpowering especially as he kept prodding
my love button inside making the juices flow profusely out of my cock with
the sensations inside my balls rapidly building up to a huge orgasm & when
it hit, spunk flew out of my cock everywhere in huge blasts like a fire
hose & there was a lot of them as well as my breasts trying to produce more
milk which only came out in dribbles although the sensations there were
almost overpowering, so much so I had to shut my mouth tight to silence my
attempts at screaming. I couldn't stop thinking about Erich, especially
with those sheer black swim briefs he wore giving me a good eyeful of his
cock wishing I had the opportunity to pound my cock inside him wondering if
he could give as well as receive although I knew in my heart that would
come at a later day.

We just lay there together lovingly fondling & caressing each other giving
my balls time to recharge with more spunk until Johann went to the fridge &
brought out a large tumbler each of thick chocolate malt milk shakes with
an extra serving of ice cream in mine hoping this would also recharge my
breasts, I saw the thinking behind this which would be a first time for me.
Having that tingling lube on my cock which was already highly sensitive
after my orgasm so I knew I couldn't last when I pounded Johann's hole &
surprise, surprise, I felt those lovely sensations in my breasts which
precede a let down & knew some of that liquid inside me was going there, my
nipples were so hard & big plus they started leaking which certainly was a
good sign as this time we would both be having a drink of my elixir. It was
unbelievable that I was producing such a delicious tasting liquid from my
breasts & as I slowly pounded my cock into Johann I made sure I scooped up
whatever leaked out with my hands & licked them giving my breasts a good
squeeze to squirt more into my hands OMG, I was becoming addicted to the
stuff like a child does with a jar of honey & with those awesome sensations
in my breasts going to my cock & balls It wasn't long before my second load
blasted into his hole filling him right up.  We both took turns using the
toilet to dump each others spunk down the pan followed by me taking a huge
piss & then we went to bed with gaping holes in our boy pussies tingling
like hell owing to the lube before we fell asleep in each others arms with
my thoughts asking myself. `What have I become?'

It was during the night I must have had a monumental wet dream, I knew I
had thoughts of Erich & when I awoke, the sheets were plastered with both
our spunk as well as some of my breast milk for good measure which resulted
in the room reeking of sex, sweat & boy smells. How was I going to live
this down? Would Johann's parents call mine? The evidence was not only on
the sheets, it was also on my person, how could I live something like this
down, especially if it happened at the air base, all I could do is hope
it's a one off & no sooner were we both up we dived into the shower
together.  After breakfast I took the trams back to my parents house &
thankfully they had both my clothes & uniform laundered & ready for me to
pack followed by kissing them another goodbye before catching the tram into
the city & meeting both Johann & Bernie at Spencer Street for the journey
back to the air base. Our first year was drawing to a close followed by the
Christmas holiday under the blazing hot Australian sun but it was our first
year exams which weighed heavily on our minds.

To be continued.