Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2018 12:58:01 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Toilet Graffiti (revised)

Toilet Graffiti


I was inspired to write this story as a follow up to white speedos set in
the summer of 1980 which is entirely a work of fiction, none of which
actually took place and no young teens were violated or their characters
destroyed.

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Another Tom Fullbrick story, sex takes place later in the story.

The summer of 1980 was one of the UK's better summers where the sun shone
most of the time although there were days it rained with the odd
thunderstorm but on the whole it was a good year.

The Windsor war memorial outdoor swimming pool had been operating for 17
years since opening in 1963 with ample car parking space owing to the large
car park. I am a regular swimmer here as this pool as it is cleaner than
the one at Baylis Park in Slough which is my home town & there's a very
nice outdoor pool at Maidenhead which I have visited occasionally. I met
one of their lifeguards named Jack who's the same age as myself (28) he's a
motorcycle nut or should I say a guru to pay homage to his skill level as
he's also a top motorcycle mechanic who works here, there & everywhere but
this story centre's around the pool at Windsor which has a block of public
toilets situated at the opposite side of the car park where during the
summer months there's usually a number of teenage boys wearing only speedo
swimming trunks sat outside on the grass or sunbathing owing to the close
proximity of the River Thames.

Situated next to the pool is a large building part of which is the local
canoe club whilst the rest of it is the local sea & marine cadets unit.

The railway line crosses the river further downstream at Baths Island over
a series of railway arches before negotiating the Windsor railway bridge,
on this island is a plot of private land on which is situated a clubhouse
constructed of wood which has a bar. A metal footbridge which is just wide
enough for a motorcycle to cross crosses the backwater which used to be the
town's swimming area situated on both sides of the railway arches onto the
island & bordered by concrete surrounds on both sides of the backwater.
This sets the scene for this story which is also the scene for White
Speedos, my earlier story.

I am in the UK sorting out my parents' house during unpaid leave from my
job back in OZ, (It's winter over there). It was one of those hot English
July summer days at the start of the school summer holidays when I visited
the pool for the first time this year and found myself busting for a shit
only to find all the pool's toilets occupied leaving me little choice but
to walk barefoot across the car park wearing only my bottle green speedos &
have a shit in the public toilets opposite just a short walk away. I sat
down & must have crapped out a huge load of shit with almost a gallon of
piss down the pan when I became more relaxed & started reading the graffiti
on the walls & the door, there was such a lot on there as well as the
cubicle next door I had to ask myself. `Where does one start?'

There was one beautifully written piece of prose on the door which was so
well placed you couldn't miss it which read.

`I met a beautiful young boy in here who was only wearing swim briefs, he
let me feel his cock which was fully hard with a wet spot in his trunks, he
begged me to suck his cock shooting his spunk in seconds before begging me
to fuck him up the bottom.'

Reading that one certainly got my attention with a huge rock hard cock to
boot. Just who was this kid? Did he really exist? Somehow I visualized a
blond long haired boy wearing red swim briefs clearly in my mind's eye &
yet I knew that a lot of this graffiti led you nowhere & there was even the
possibility of entrapment by the cops having already heard that this place
is a popular gay haunt. I had to wonder if those kids outside really knew
what went on here? Surely someone wouldn't be that daft to try & pick one
of these boys up in broad daylight? I was about to be proved wrong that
this place really is a hotbed of sex with teenage boys & when I finished my
shit I had to give my rock hard 8 inches of fat man cock a good wank whilst
sat on the bog as I was so worked up thinking about this boy when just like
a hot blooded teenager I shot out a huge load of spunk in several hose like
squirts plastering the door with my spunk & leaving it there in homage to
the graffiti hoping a boy would enter after me & see it.

I walked back to the pool sporting a huge wet spot on my speedos owing to
my spunk still leaking out of my cock when I caught sight of a long blond
haired blue eyed boy of about 13 with hair right down to his bottom wearing
red speedo swimming trunks with his pubic hair showing above the waistband
with a few wisps of hair also at the sides of the V shaped front of his
speedos showing a large package for his age. At first I thought he was a
topless girl owing to his pointed budding breasts topped with large puffy
nipples with his beautifully flowing long blond mane. This boy set off my
gaydar big time & certainly got my attention but he was sat with his mates
so I daren't do or say anything even though our gazes met & I could swear I
saw his cock suddenly twitch inside his speedos when he dipped inside his
duffle bag & lit up a cigarette, OMG I thought that looked so sexy,
especially with that kid who I just couldn't get out of my mind.

Somehow I felt as though he was watching me walk back to the pool's
entrance, my gaydar has never let me down every time this happened only
this time what I sensed equaled that of a ghost in the same room having
lived in a haunted house back in OZ. I would get to know who that boy is
within the next few seconds when Sophie the receptionist stopped me at the
gate & passed me a huge Aladdin Stanley 2 quart vacuum flask with a large
lunch box asking.

"Sir, would you be so kind & take these to my son? He's the blond long
haired boy sat with his mates & his name's Patrick."

"Sure, much obliged Maam."

I returned to the group of boys sensing Patrick's gaze locked onto me like
a target sighting laser, as I closed on the boys his face lit up with a
beautiful white toothed smile as I said.

"Your kind mum asked me to bring your lunch," Patrick replied. "Tell her,
thanks," then he bade me to sit down.

That vacuum flask was certainly big enough to give all the teens a drink of
its contents which was orange juice straight from the pool's ice cream
freezer with ice cubes with lunch for all the boys.

This told me that Sophie is indeed a very kind lady. I chatted with the
boys making general small talk when I saw an immaculate bronze coloured
1965 Ford Corsair with 2 persons inside pull into a nearby parking
spot. This car sported alloy wheels but it was the engine sound which hit
me like a thunderbolt, it had the unmistakable low speed induction pulse
noise of 2 twin throat Weber carburetturs. I've heard enough Lotus Cortinas
in my time to know what one sounds like having worked on them. My curiosity
drove me to see this car & sauntered over, its 42 year old driver wound the
window down when I asked.

"Sir, that's a lovely old Corsair you have there, is there anything special
under the bonnet?"

"Donald Kilby at your service & this is my assistant Dylan Masters & you
are?"

"Thomas Fullbrick, I'm just down for the day when the receptionist asked me
to bring her boys their lunch which is why I'm only wearing swimming
trunks."

"It's a common sight round here because of the pool & the river, you really
should be careful round here as those bogs are a well known gay haunt which
the old bill keeps watch on from time to time, come, let me show you the
car."

He pulled the 2 large bonnet safety R pins off, popped the bonnet & lifted
it up revealing a 1558cc big valve Ford lotus iron block twin cam engine
sporting 2 40 DCOE Weber carburetturs & tuned by Savage Engineering. I knew
this car had a Lotus engine & I was right. There's no doubting that she's a
work of art, I was looking at a professionally built car with the hand
brake lever relocated behind the gear stick from its normal position on the
dashboard. The car's interior resembled that of an aeroplane with its
dials, instruments & front bucket seats, Don passed me his card, took out
his duffle bag, locked the car up & entered the pool with Dylan

I looked at his card seeing he was a photographer with an Acton Lane,
London address when I began to wonder what brought him here?

The car took my attention off the teenager sat next to him & OMG, my gaydar
was going off like a fire alarm as he was so hot, he sported a good solid
build for a 16 year old which is the age I guessed him to be? His long
flowing dark blond hair reached down past his bottom & he was dressed in
sheer white linen summer trousers with a form fitting sheer white USA made
Players nylon tee shirt, this boy had bulging pectorals with huge pointed
breast buds with puffy nipples the size of thimbles obscenely poking out
his sheer white almost see through tee shirt showing his upper torso
clearly, I could see his legs in their entirety through the sheer white
linen as well as his black & white striped brief underwear or swim briefs
sporting a huge package bulge & there was large unmistakable spunk stains
on the front of his trousers showing me that this boy was definitely
sexually hyperactive.

I remained talking to the boys when they both came out about an hour later,
this time all the boy wore was just a pair of loose fitting high leg navy
blue school tie cord cotton shorts which had obviously been tailored, he
was obviously freeballing as part of his huge cock was dangling openly
below the leg hem of his shorts & he was shirtless carrying a duffle bag
but he didn't get back into the car. They openly kissed & hugged each other
before the car drove off, he entered the toilet & came out about 5 minutes
later & walked off in the direction of the arches & over the bridge
crossing the backwater returning a few minutes later when he rode past on
his red Raleigh 3 speed track bike sporting cow horn handlebars with his
duffle bag secured with a bungee cord onto the front rack of his bicycle
denoting that he's a newspaper boy. I entered the toilets & found one of
Donald's cards on the seat & on the back was written in pen. `Dylan, 55268,
call Friday 8pm.' this boy had brazenly left a card with his phone number
which had to be local intending it to be found. I would have to wait a few
days until I called that number. Meanwhile I thought about trying to seduce
young Patrick.

I walked across the car park to the phone box at the other end & searched
for Masters with a Windsor phone number, no such luck, I looked at the call
box's phone number on the dial, again no such luck so he must be using
another call box to receive his calls which could be anyone within the
whole of Windsor. I crossed the car park & walked over the bridge onto the
island seeing a wooden gate with a notice stating private as this was the
local swimming club's private grounds. Finding the gate unlocked I entered
& reconnoitered the grounds & the clubhouse which was locked & the windows
facing the river had all the curtains drawn. I sat pondering about Dylan
trying to probe how his mind works. I remembered a boy in my class at
school entering a locked dilapidated football pavilion with his mate using
a skeleton key & giving each other hand jobs & sucking each other off
inside when I realized that the clubhouse is the ideal location for raunchy
sex with a teenage boy.

I returned to the phone box to look up the swimming club's phone number in
the phone book & hit the jackpot, their number was 55268, the same one
which Dylan wrote on the back of the card so I'm betting he has a skeleton
key.

My incursion into the grounds was certainly noticed by the boys who watched
my every move from their vantage point when Patrick spoke up saying.

"Listen Tom, I saw you going into those grounds, they are private & if mum
sees you in there, she'll call the cops."

"Oh, I wasn't to know, what's your mum's connection with that place?"

"She sometimes works there as a barmaid."

I had now fathomed out how all this was falling into place & for me to
seduce Patrick or any of these boys he would have to borrow his mum's
key. I had to win Patrick over, what I didn't know then was the boot was on
the other foot.

I returned to the pool with the vacuum flask & Patrick's lunch box then
went swimming & diving off the boards when I saw what I thought was a long
dark blond haired topless bare breasted teenage girl with blue eyes with
hair reaching down to her waist wearing black speedos behind me thinking.

`How on earth is a topless girl even allowed into this place? Surely
someone would say something or complain?' It was when I looked closer & saw
a huge bulge inside his speedos that I realized he was a boy, what struck
me was how on earth this boy grew a girl's breasts topped by large puffy
nipples on large pointed breast buds thinking.

`How the fuck did he get like this?'

The sight of this boy screwed with my brains & I got a huge hard on just
looking at him & he knew it. I quickly executed a dive into the 12 foot & 6
inch deep end which was roped off to prevent swimmers entering the diving
area. I swam underwater clearing the lane rope, surfaced & swam to the
shallow end where Patrick met me with the rest of his mates when I asked
him.

"Do you know who that long haired boy wearing black trunks is by the diving
boards?"

"He's OK, it's Jimbo who's my mate," Patrick called & waved him over when
he dived in off the top board & swam over to us, I certainly noticed that
he was an excellent swimmer by the way he swam a very efficient front
crawl. I noticed when they met, the rest of the boys seemed oblivious to
his breasts, a sign that these boys all grew up together & I certainly
noticed that Jim was confident with his body when Patrick said.

"I would like you all to meet Tom Fullprick," when all the boys burst out
laughing & Jim chuckled. "Fullprick, what sort of a name is that? I've
heard about you as mum's told me you were a lifeguard here last year, nice
to see you again."

"Actually the name's Fullbrick,"

"Are you going to work here again this year?"

"I think it may be on the cards, I really should be reminding the boss."

"Peters, he's a grumpy old git, good luck to you," said Jim.

"Yeah, I remember, he collared me for not paying & swimming in a pair of
white speedos one of the lifeguards loaned me from the lost property bin
which went totally transparent & called me into the office, I was quite
prepared to pay just to shut the old bugger up but when he learned that I
came over from OZ, he changed his tune & offered me a job straight away."

"Here's mum with the drinks & ice cream, fancy coming with us to sit by the
bogs?" asked Jim, "Sure, why not, it'll make both your mums happier keeping
an eye on you lot." She passed me their cool box & said. "Off you go,
there's a can & a Cornetto in there for you."

The afternoon passed leisurely by with all the boys dispersing leaving only
Patrick with the cool box, its contents long consumed leaving a pool of
melt water from the ice cubes with their litter which I returned to Jim's
mum leaving Patrick sat by the bogs, when I rejoined him he asked.

"Fancy a short walk to the clubhouse, I'll show you around."

"Sure, perhaps you can tell me more about the place," I replied with an
innocent answer guessing he had a key in his duffle bag.

Here I was wearing only speedos walking barefoot across an open car park
with a sexy looking long haired 13 year old who could easily pass for a
girl also wearing only speedos & I knew there was more to this than met the
eye.

Sure enough when we arrived he took a key from his duffle bag & opened the
door not even bothering to give me a guided tour & when he locked the door
after us I knew what's coming next or thought I did.

The cheeky sod only went & opened a bottle of German lager for himself, lit
up 2 cigarettes, passed me one & sat on a bar stool. If this isn't being
sneaky I don't know what is.

Fortunately we shared the lager in plastic cups & when we finished our
cigarettes he gave me a good hug then massaged my buttocks, I felt his cock
becoming rock hard leaking pre-cum into his speedos like a tap when he
began humping me when OMG, I'm alone with a satyr maniac 13 year old
sporting about 6.5 inches of prime teen cock which he's lubing up with
Vaseline ready to plunge it into my hole, at least the little shit could
have asked me nicely.

I bent over a bar stool ready to take his invading pole which he sank into
me straight away, when you've had shit loads of decent sized cocks up your
hole it does become bigger & OMG, this boy really knew how to use his cock
to good effect as he rammed into me like a boy possessed causing the wooden
building to shake when I felt about half a dozen warm squirts flood into my
hole, now it was my turn with 8.5 inches going up his hole, I lubed him up
with the Vaseline & slowly pushed my cock inside him totally surprising me
at the ease which it went in, some boys may even wince & scream out
protesting the painful entry of a large cock up their rear hole but this
wasn't the case with Patrick.

This boy didn't even observe any etiquette for sex, he just barged straight
in, I can only guess that his gaydar can sense another like minded person
at a distance?.

In view of his age & size I took things nice & gentle with him in order to
give him a longer lasting experience, fortunately he held himself steady on
the bar stool thereby enabling me to take my hands off his hips & sensually
caress him.

When my hands caressed his huge budding nipples he almost jumped as they
were so sensitive & I felt his hole clench onto my cock. I pistoned gently
into him whilst giving his nipples sensual stroking caresses & tweaking
them whilst the head of my cock was also giving his secret love button
loving caresses. This boy's cock was so hard twitching like crazy & leaking
his love juices like a dripping tap with an occasional water pistol like
squirt whilst moaning like a bitch when he suddenly came with his cock
blasting out jets of spunk for several feet across the floor, this
immediately took me right over the edge when I filled his hole with what
felt like a huge mother load of spunk, there was so much it was leaking
back out past my cock & I was seeing stars with the intensity of my orgasm.

Spunk had already ran down the inside of the boy's thighs when a whole lot
more came out of his gaping rear hole adding to it when I pulled out.

After Patrick opened & poured another German lager, we sat on bar stools
making small talk when he lit up another 2 cigarettes & nicked a packet of
crisps each to eat. We were both experiencing lovely after sex come downs &
it was only then I saw an envelope addressed to me on top of the bar.

Patrick saw this & immediately retrieved a folding bottle & can opener from
under the bar & using its small curved blade he carefully opened the letter
saying. "It's from Dylan Masters & he's sent you a love letter."

Dylan's letter read.

`Dear Tommy Fullprick,

I am so glad of meeting you in the car park and I know we're so right for
each other. I am really looking forward to Friday with you in this very
building however I also want this to be a night to remember with a
passionate sleepover in the grounds where we can both swim naked in the
river and therefore ask you to bring with you a two man tent, groundsheet,
a sleeping bag for yourself with some food and drink and a camping stove
for our nightcaps and breakfasts and don't forget the lube.

There is plenty of water here as there's a tap opposite the clubhouse door.

Looking forward to our special night together,

With love now and always=Dylan Masters.

I was deeply touched to read Dylan's letter, after all when someone sends
you a love letter, that person has feelings of love for you & I know in my
heart that I can treat this teenager right, perhaps he is looking for
someone special to show him the love he craves, to have close & sensual
contact with or maybe an elder to give him guidance or even mentor him & he
wouldn't even be the first teenager I've mentored either although mentors
are not supposed to have sex with their mentees.

My first one was a boy named Jack who ran away from his brutal father at 14
& successfully stowed away on an airliner out to OZ, in those days you
caught a flight out there like catching a bus as there was no visa
requirement then.

Jack was lucky that a loving family took care of him ensuring he completed
his education right through to year 12 at Footscray technical college
secondary school, Melbourne gaining his HSC's some with distinction prior
to studying engineering.

I met him there whilst he was a school student teaching him those necessary
life skills like cooking, sewing & ironing &c. I taught him to drive & ride
a motorcycle & guided him through doing back yarders letting him keep all
the money for himself plus between us we fixed up a few cars which we sold.

I also taught him camping skills having spent many days & nights out in the
bush where I also taught him to swim, not in a pool but we were totally
naked together in bush rivers where even if someone did see you they
normally just looked the other way & carried on walking & I can assure you
that teaching a teen to swim whilst you're both naked is certainly an
excellent bonding experience.

Jack's now aged 20 & I received his loving aerogramme air letter just this
morning with his love across the miles when my thoughts return to Dylan
then the phone rang, I answered it & Dylan was on the line speaking from a
call box.

"Is Tom Fullbrick there?"  .  .  .  "Speaking."

"Did you get my letter?"  .  .  .  "Yes, thank you."

"Can you please have the tent & food ready?"

"Sure, it's all in hand."

"Thank you, see you Friday then."

"Sure, I'm looking forward to it."

"Same here love you."

"Ditto." The call ended with the rapid pips.

Patrick cleaned off my spunk from the bar stool with a rag then we left
with him finally locking the door, I was now busting for a shit & we parted
company. I entered the same cubicle finding a new entry on the door which
read.

`Looking for a good time, phone Dylan Masters on 55268 8pm evenings.' It
wasn't his handwriting using a permanent marker. I dumped my shit & pissed
down the pan leaving the bogs in a euphoric glow but at the same time I was
incensed seeing this on the door, I walked to the pool & returned with a
scouring pad & quickly removed it knowing Dylan doesn't deserve this.



                                                Friday evening at the
clubhouse.

I arrived there carrying my Berghaus Crusader rucksack with a German army
two man olive green tent with two British army IPK sheets glued & sewn
together for the groundsheet to find Dylan by the door sexily dressed as a
schoolgirl thinking `Where's that one come from?'

He wore a tartan coloured tiny micro skirt clearly exhibiting sheer fully
fashioned stockings with suspenders with the bottom part of his white
speedos showing. Underneath his blazer he wore a sheer cheaply made white
short sleeve regulation school blouse which was obscenely tented out by his
breasts owing to a see through uplift bra showing off his most amazing huge
girly nipple pokies after unbuttoning his oversized school blazer which he
now wore to accommodate his breasts which his bra must have taken out to a
B cup. He wore lace up dress shoes knowing that if he wore heels he would
have definitely broke one on the rough surface.

We fell into a passionately kissing embrace when I unbuttoned his blazer &
with both my hands I was able to massage both of our nipples making Dylan
moan with delight when he began humping into my groin with his hugely fat
rock hard cock having already flooded out his white speedos with his love
juices.

I felt his enormous cock through the thin nylon & I asked him.

"How big is this cock of yours?"  .  .  .  "10 inches & I'm only 16."

"You do know that you can get any girl you want, give her a good shagging &
maybe knock up one with this."

"I know plus I can also make her pregnant especially with the huge volleys
of spunk I'm now shooting, I want you now so let's enter." as he took his
skeleton key from his satchel.

Once inside he locked the door & we both fell into another passionate
lover's embrace kissing & fondling each other with our tongues probing into
our mouths. Dylan's long flowing mane smelled of apple shampoo & I also
smelled Chanel no 5 perfume & Brut after shave having taken his time to
shave closely hoping for a smoothness of a 12 year old boy.

I came here dressed wearing identical sheer white summer clothes the same
as he wore that day & we passionately stripped naked & OMG, Dylan's cock
was bigger than mine & it truly was a monster, it was huge & either leaking
gobs of pre-cum or squirting in jets to land on the floor when he gave me
the honour of unclipping his bra.

I sucked on his gorgeous nipples making him moan & secretly wishing he was
making milk from his jugs as that would certainly seal a loving bond
between us especially to be given the wonderful gift of his youthful sweet
creamy elixir. He reached into his satchel taking out a container of French
made scented lube similar to lip salve but came with a nice surprise as
when he lubed up my hole it warmed & began tingling like crazy giving me a
pleasant feeling like an itch which wouldn't go away & made my arse muscles
twitch, he also put some of this stuff on my nipples & when it took effect
had my balls tingling with delight.

I positioned myself onto a bar stool ready to accept his huge throbbing
leaking invader thinking what power on this earth graced a 16 year old with
a monster cock & why? I was about to find out.

I was in heavenly bliss whilst he slowly thrust in & out of me, his huge
head of his cock massaging my secret love button on each stroke & I became
amazed at how he just simply pushed that monster inside me, sometimes he
would tweak & massage my nipples whilst others he would nuzzle my neck &
ears whispering sweet nothings & telling me how much he loved me.

Having taken such a leisurely pace I was amazed that he actually managed to
last half an hour with his love juices lubricating my rear channel when I
certainly felt his cock jerk & swell & when he came boy did he come for
England.

He must have spent the next 5 minutes shooting huge gushing hot loads into
my hole & I felt every one of them, this boy certainly was an extreme case
of hyperspermia, each huge hot gush must have lasted at least 3 seconds
with about 10 seconds between each one, he was certainly filling me up, so
much so that it was leaking back past his cock literally by the bucket load
& onto the floor & my 8 inches of man meat shot off by itself whilst I was
still on the receiving end of his huge deluge during which he was seriously
trying to stifle his screams as he was now having such a tremendous
crashing orgasm.

We both felt as though we've gone the full 9 yards when Dylan pulled out
his deflating cock which even soft was the same size as mine was fully
hard.

He poured a bottle of German Lager into 2 plastic cups & took a packet of
crisps for each of us then dipped into his satchel taking out a packet of
Players full strength navy cut cigarettes, lit 2 & passed me one.

Boy that cigarette certainly was a strong one giving me an almost instant
head rush but didn't make me sick & yet it beggars belief how a 16 year old
could smoke them, each to their own I suppose.

We made small talk over our drinks & crisps but time wasn't on our side
with having to erect the tent in the grounds before the light went &
leaving me to cook our evening meals using 2 British army 24 hour ration
packs on my petrol fuelled Optimus 80 camping stove, fortunately Dylan also
had a pair of British army mess tins, clip together cutlery set & mug, I
filled my water bottle from the tap & cooked us both a lovely curry to
which we added our small packets of California seedless raisins topped off
with mugs of coffee.

Dylan thanked me for cooking him a wonderful meal followed by him washing &
cleaning our mess tins ready for breakfast the following morning. We lay
naked on top of our sleeping bags thankful it was a warm night listening to
my Sony world band radio to Capital gold, a London radio station & I was
glad he also shared my taste in music as we listened to pop records from
the 1960's & 1970's which were played during my heady days out in OZ.

Around midnight we left the tent to skinny dip in the river which flows by
the clubhouse & I was pleased to see that Dylan is a strong swimmer like
me, the water was a pleasant 70 degrees F enabling us to enjoy a good long
leisurely swim which ended with Dylan scaling onto the railway bridge
climbing up the semi circular side girder to the very top for the long
plunge when he jumped off the top into the middle of the river & surfaced
uttering a loud whoo hoo before swimming to the bank & climbing out when we
dried off still remaining naked.

I relit the Optimus stove placing my British army 1944 pattern aluminium
mug & boiled water for our nightcaps of chicken soup with a fruit biscuit
each (like garibaldi biscuits) then finally entered the tent for another
kissing & cuddling lovemaking session on top of our sleeping bags when he
gave me a most amazing blow job sucking me off to a tremendous crashing
orgasm & swallowing every single drop of my spunk after which we fell
asleep until during the night he unzipped both our sleeping bags, got
behind me then pushed his huge rock hard already lubed twitching leaking
cock inside my rear hole & pistoned into me ever so gently until he shot
another huge load inside me. I woke up thinking I had a wet dream finding
Dylan's huge cock still up my hole & the inside of my sleeping bag
plastered with spunk leaving me to leave the tent, squat down on the grass
to dump his spunk which came out with a hugely loud fart then clean my
sleeping bag with his cum rag of a towel. I really felt like braining the
little shit that night.

The following morning we both woke up with our morning rock hard cocks &
gave each other the most sensual of hand jobs with the added sensations of
his long hair draped over & sensually tickling my body & with Dylan's huge
cock gushing like a fire hose he covered his cock with his cum rag towel
otherwise he would be hosing his spunk all over the walls of my tent
knowing that he could shoot spunk several feet every time since he was 13.

We wore our shorts as I cooked bacon grill & made porridge from the oatmeal
blocks adding the last of the raisins & washing it down with tea.

Being a youngster he easily squatted down with part of his cock which was
still leaking his after leakage of spunk onto the grass dangling obscenely
below the leg hem of the same shorts I first saw him wearing when we
finally packed our kit away & struck camp, he sexily walked shirtless
carrying his backpack still wearing those same shorts without a care in the
world as to who would see his huge dangling cock out to my old Vauxhall
Chevanne, threw our stuff in the back & I drove him home looking forward to
my next liaison with this wonderfully hot teenager, after finally arriving
at his house we had a last kiss before he got out with his gear.

                                             The breasted boy.

The weekend passed uneventfully apart from the local swimming club holding
their annual lock to lock swimming race between Boveney & Romney locks, a
distance of 2 miles & 572 yards which I swam during the world cup year of
1966 with another boy of the same age, (we were both in the scouts then).

I couldn't get Jimbo out of my mind especially as he was such a lovely boy
who for whatever quirk of fate grew girly breasts?

I went swimming late in the afternoon seeing only a few of the boys there
when one of the lifeguards came up to me saying.

"Mr. Fullbrick, the boss would like to see you in his office, will you
please come with me."

I walked with 17 year old Paul to Mr. Peter's office when he bade me to sit
down. I knew he's a grumpy old git but he does have a kind side to
him. Paul was the young lifeguard who loaned me those see through white
speedos & had the unfortunate experience of a blown spark plug whilst
mowing the grass before the holidays. I was fully expecting to be lectured
about the boys when he said.

"Tom, it's come to my attention that you've been seen in close contact with
a number of boys, 2 of them whose mothers work here. I should let you know
that both these boys have family issues insofar as they both have only
their mothers to support them. I have helped them out by employing their
mothers & put in a word with my friend at the local newspaper depot where
they both have evening paper rounds."

"I see, does anyone else know about this?"

"No thank God, Jim's mum's a single parent & Jim's father's a habitual
drunkard, it's Jim who I'm more concerned about as they have both been
regularly beaten by that evil bastard. I've had the council change the
locks in their flat & placed someone to live there acting as a caretaker,
his names Danny who's an ex Royal Marine so he's a guy who won't take any
shit from anyone.

"I see," suddenly the picture was becoming a lot clearer."

"As you know, the summer holidays are our busiest time & I want you back
here with us, it's very nice to see you keeping a watchful eye on those
boys as their parents aren't that well off."

"Glad to & thank you."  .  .  .  "I'll give you a call later."

I left at closing time & walked to the bogs, sat down to take a shit & piss
when I saw it on the door; it was the same message saying.

`Looking for a good time, phone Dylan Masters on 55268 8pm evenings' only
this time the graffiti was deeply scratched on with a very sharp pointed
instrument such as an engineer's scriber & there was no way that's coming
off, that'll be on there until that building's finally demolished. I
thought about telling Dylan about this & decided to sleep on it.

I came out of the bogs to find Jim sitting on the grass outside waiting for
me wearing the same identically tailored navy blue cotton drawstring shorts
as Dylan & he was also shirtless displaying both his dangling cock & his
bouncing jiggling girly breasts to any passers by without a care in the
world as we both walked to the clubhouse when Jim opened the door with a
key, I had to wonder just how many keys to this place are out there.

No sooner had we entered with Jim locking the door he opened a bottle of
German lager pouring it into 2 plastic cups, opened 2 packets of crisps &
lit up 2 Capstan full strength navy cut cigarettes passing me one. I
thought.

`How on earth can a 13 year old smoke the strongest fag on the planet?'

Anyway he certainly seemed OK with it & looked very sexy indeed. He hugged
me powerfully planting me with loads of kisses & started humping into me, I
felt his man sized cock inside his shorts pressing against mine & leaking
his love juices like a tap but what came next totally blew me away when he
begged me to nurse off him, that's when I saw beads of his youthful elixir
on his girly queen sized nipples.

I had to taste Jim's precious youthful elixir & began nursing off his girly
mounds when he uttered a loud sigh & began moaning. I felt really honoured
tasting his wonderful elixir which he fed to me with love from his breasts
even though he could only manage to produce an egg cupful from each breast.

I stripped naked for him whilst he lubed up his fat 7 inch man sized cock
on his teen pubertal frame from a tin kept under the bar & bent over
supporting myself on a bar stool when he slowly pushed his cock inside my
rear hole, held me by the hips & began thrusting into me.

This teen was a lot more experienced than Patrick as he would also rotate
his hips in a grinding circular motion & sometimes he used very short
thrusting strokes to excite my secret love button making my cock spew out
loads of love juices & giving me those awesome feelings inside my stomach.

Whenever he let go of my hips his hands gave me a most wonderful massage
all over my back & shoulders, he also used rapid stroking movements with
open hands through my hair particularly the neck & the back of my head. He
also massaged my tummy, chest & nipples, OMG; he was so good I saw in him a
professional masseur in the making as this teen was certainly making my
entire body tingle with delight.

I visualized myself wearing only my white see through speedos lying on his
table being massaged by this lovely teen wearing only his speedos, his long
flowing hair brushing over my body with my rock hard cock spewing my love
juices thoroughly wetting my speedos throughout his entire session.

I was puzzled thinking perhaps he's practicing some form of ancient art
which he may have gleaned from a book? It certainly became a subject worth
looking into which if Jim studies & practices he will have an ability to
earn from it & now I was about to receive a massage of a different kind as
his cock suddenly expanded when he pushed it in as far as he could as it
jerked flooding my hole with about a dozen large gushes of hot teen spunk
with him loudly moaning throughout his orgasm whilst my cock shot its load
across the room onto the floor.

We were both thoroughly sated in our euphoric after sex moments which
became so precious with this teen as there was definitely something about
him, whether he gave off unique pheromones which I could definitely sense,
perhaps they were a trigger to having amazing sex with him, maybe he had a
unique gift or whatever, perhaps he's here for a reason which only the
powers which invisibly control our lives have the answer to but one thing
is for sure is that he has a gift. This was not about a quick knocking up
or a quick hand job somewhere out of sight, this was special & after having
another plastic cup of beer each with cigarettes it was now my turn to
knock him up with my cock.

Jim positioned himself on the bar stool & I lubed up both my cock & his
hole then slowly pushed my cock right in to my balls & OMG he certainly was
very vocal calling me shirt lifter, boy molester, child rapist, homo,
queer, plus whatever else he could think of egging my on to give it to him
hard & I obliged by pummeling into him like a rapist possessed. His rock
hard cock was not only leaking like a tap, sometimes it squirted out in
thin clear jets when I thought I caught the faint scents of girl juice. Jim
came very quickly indeed shooting out about 8 huge ropes of spunk like a
fire hose across the room as his wildly clenching hole brought on my orgasm
filling his insides with my hot spunk. He was almost screaming during his
orgasm which could only mean that it was so intense although his orgasm was
nowhere like Dylan's

For whatever reason Jim's afterglow looked like someone with the stuffing
knocked out of him as he looked physically drained & I sat in one of their
chairs supporting him on my lap trying to fathom out an answer when all I
could think of was to put some more beer inside him, I cracked open another
bottle of German lager pouring it into a glass & passed it to him. I
noticed bars of chocolate under the counter & gave him a Mars bar reasoning
that if anything would restore his energy levels it was beer & chocolate.

We had to leave the clubhouse & I left him seated whilst I cleaned both the
floor & bar stool then we finally left the clubhouse locked up & walked to
another part of the island to lie on the grass.

Fortunately his energy levels returned with rest when I walked him to the
van & drove to the local McDonalds for big macs with fries & a large cola
for Jim & fresh orange for me. Perhaps there's more to his condition than
meets the eye when I remembered Mr. Peter's earlier revelations & suspected
that maybe he wasn't eating proper meals, something which ought to be
looked into?.

                                              The Brocas meadow.

The opposite side of the river (Eton) to the clubhouse is the Brocas
meadow; this is another gay haunt which is also mentioned as a meeting
place in the graffiti. I saw Dylan sat outside the toilets on his own
thinking perhaps he may be looking for a pickup. I sat down beside him just
making small talk when I asked about the meadow when he suggested we go
there.

I took my small backpack out from the Chevanne which oddly enough contained
my British army basha kit consisting of a poncho, tent pegs, bungees, 4
short aluminium 2 piece tent poles about 2 & a half feet long & 2 IPK
sheets glued & sewn together to form a groundsheet which I've sometimes
used for overnight cycling camping stays to erect a low profile shelter.

Owing to the hot weather we both walked shirtless wearing only shorts over
the Windsor road bridge then walked along the towpath until we arrived at
the meadow itself. Dylan took me on a guided tour when a careful look
around revealed couples (M-M) lying down having sex in the long
grass. There were others lying near the bank wearing either speedos or
shorts sunbathing which also included women in bikinis & during early
summer prior to the holidays there's even boys from the nearby Eton college
sometimes seen here although any passers by wouldn't be aware of this as
they never wear their distinctive uniforms here.

This is a large open space with only one road leading to a car park & well
known as a gay haunt, I certainly formed the opinion that a lot certainly
goes on here when Dylan & I erected the low profile flat shelter some
distance away in the long grass which once erected it was hard to spot.

To make things more interesting Dylan also brought along a small but
powerful pair of binoculars to scan the area with & every time we looked we
put on my olive green bush hat which he added grass stalks breaking up the
shape of our heads when I asked him.

"Where did you learn that from?"  .  .  .  "I used to be in the army
cadets."

"Don't tell me, you got thrown out for having sex with younger cadets."

"Something like that, here, take a look at the guy on the silver trail
bike, he's asking for trouble as he's meant to park in the car park," as he
passed the binoculars.

I saw a Honda XL250 Motosport being ridden by a blond long haired youth
dispelling any suspicions of a warden who rode along the entire towpath
until he was out of sight although I did mentally record its registration
number suspecting this machine to be stolen by kids.

We were in an ideal location where no one came anywhere near us in a low
profile shelter shielding us from the sun & it wasn't long before we were
naked fondling, kissing, caressing & making love to each other away from
prying eyes unless someone got too close & even then they would have to be
very close to see us when Dylan changed position into a 69 & we sucked off
each others rock hard cocks, Dylan swallowed all my spunk but there was
just no way I was able to take his huge load, I took his first gush &
swallowed that, took it out letting his cock fire all over the place & me.

After cleaning up with his cum rag we resumed our watch & saw 2 boys aged
about 12 having sex on the grass, both of them had their speedos down to
the ankles & were shagging each other when Dylan spotted a really good one
as he said. "Look at that man in white."

I saw a handsome looking man in his 20's wearing white transparent nylon
trousers with a white nylon mesh tee shirt, through the material of both
garments he wore tiny red briefs with matching see through uplift bra
giving some lift to his pectorals with stockings & suspenders held up with
a black suspender belt which contrasted nicely. I passed the binoculars
back to Dylan who replied.

"Wow, that guy's really making a statement, he should take a leaf out of my
book & dress completely as a woman wearing a wig."

"But you had the balls to dress as a schoolgirl during the holidays &
really pulled that one off very well, wait, he's just picked up a girl
wearing a bikini, now their going onto a boat," that was the last we saw of
them.

I asked. "What's the deal with the guy in the bronze Corsair?"

"He's mainly a photographer who does catalogue clothing shoots, he's
written & published a few porn story books, he also does porn photos which
he sells from a P O box & he has connections with a bent escort agency
which pays very well indeed having done a few myself."

"What can he do for the 2 boys whose mums work at the pool as I hear their
mums are struggling?"

"Lovely pair of lads, I'll ask him next time he's down.

We had seen enough as we put our shorts back on, struck camp & walked back
to the Chevanne. I drove Dylan back to my house, parked the van in the
drive & opened the garage doors saying.

"Here Dylan, feast your eyes on this," as I pulled the cover of a
motorcycle, his face lit up with a beaming smile asking. "What the hell's
that, that looks like a really mean son of a bitch bike?"

"This here is a Triton, this is your classic rockers road burner from the
1960's, the engine is a 1960 Triumph pre unit Bonneville engine with a
close ratio gearbox housed in a Manx Norton race bike chassis with a
Fontana 10 inch four leading shoe front brake. The engine is built to
Thruxton race specifications with a 9 stud head topping a 750cc Morgo
cylinder conversion with Carillo con rods & she's capable of doing around
130mph."

I switched on both fuel taps, primed the pair of 32mm Amal concentric
carburetturs, freed the clutch & kick started the bike which started up
with a raucous bellow through its long tapering megaphone silencers, Dylan
became highly excited to see this machine run when I switched it
off. That's when he asked.

"Can you please fix my Suzuki AP50, it seized up on me on the Windsor
relief road & Delta motorcycles said it will cost too much to fix."

"That'll be a doddle, what's say we have our evening meals, go & pick your
bike up & we'll have a sleepover."

"That'll be great."

I ordered Chinese take away meals to save time & drove to Dylan's flat to
collect his moped which we just about managed to get into the van, once
inside my garage & onto the hydraulic workbench I quickly removed the
cylinder mentally adding a re-bore & piston, when I turned the engine over
I found a seized main bearing & play in the con rod big end, either he ran
it out of two stroke oil or he may have been sold a lemon. By the end of
the evening I had the whole engine apart, compiled the shopping list &
checked both the oil lines & oil pump. About a week later Dylan's moped was
repaired & boy was he happy to be riding again until I stressed that he
would now have to run the engine in taking the smile off his face.

Over the coming days he did exactly what he was told & despite being egged
on by his friends to race them, he rigidly stuck to the running in
instructions & had a reliable moped which he sold at 17 & bought a used
1977 Honda XL250K3 from the local Honda dealer.

I had the most amazing sleepover with Dylan that night with many more after
that as I did with the rest of the boys. The mystery Honda XL250 Motosport
rider I saw riding on the Brocas was Vivian, a 21 year old motorcycle
mechanic at the local Honda dealer who also shared my interest in young
boys having had sex with them in the toilets & hit on me during one of his
visits when I was sat outside wearing only speedos with the boys.

Vivian's family is related to a famous British movie producer who are well
off, his father bought him the Honda XL250 Motosport new when he was 16
also teaching him to drive at the MIRA test track so by the time he turned
17 he competently drove his tuned Highland Green 1968 Ford Mustang fastback
with its 390 cubic inch V8 engine with manual transmission displaying L
plates on his 17th birthday & yet he never even was pulled over by the cops
despite this being a regular occurrence on his second car, a 1967 MK2 Ford
Lotus Cortina.

After passing his motorcycle test Vivian bought a crashed 1966 Honda CB450
Black Bomber & done a shit hot job of repairing it. His enquires into the
machine's history discovered that the machine actually contested the Isle
of Man production TT races which became a useful document to add to its
provenance & it is this machine which he parks outside the pool.

Vivian picked me up from outside the bogs one day whilst barefoot wearing
only my speedos & he didn't give a fuck, he drove along the Windsor relief
road at well over the ton with the car accelerating like a jet fighter
pinning me into the back of the seat when he really slammed on the anchors
just before the motorway junction putting forces on me like an airliner on
reverse thrust during a short field landing. For those few magical seconds
I visualized being sat next to Steve McQueen despite being deafened by the
roar from the car's flowmaster 50 mufflers. Vivian certainly gets the best
from this car with his lightning fast reflexes of a racing driver finally
arriving at his house.

I seriously wondered if he needed to work & thought about it, perhaps it's
the buzz of problem solving although I can understand the reason for
building his CV. No sooner had we arrived we embraced in a sensual hug
grinding into each other when he led me into the master bedroom, took off
my speedos & began to dress me in skimpy panties, stockings & suspenders,
see through sleeveless top & uplift bra with the tiniest mini skirt I've
seen in my life & finally trying on a pair of heels then teaching me to
walk in them. I said to Vivian.

"There's a lad of 16 with long hair right down to his knees name of Dylan
Masters, I saw him dressed up as a schoolgirl which he pulled off really
well & seeing as you've got a huge wardrobe of women's clothes here, I
reckon he'll be well up for parading around town where he's definitely
going to get his arse fucked & he'll have every bent escort service trying
to drag him through their doors. I reckon if you took him up in your
Mustang, there's no way he's going to say no."

"I saw his name on the graffiti, is he really as good as you say?"

"That boy is so fucking hot, he's packing 10 inches on him & shoots cum by
the bucket load, I think he's well up for it."

Vivian done a shit hot job of dressing me up as a woman giving me a rock
hard cock especially as this was my first ever experience at cross dressing
especially wearing nylon tricot panties & now he's about to plunge his cock
into my rear hole.

That was the easy bit as all I had to do was bend over & support myself on
his bed having spread an old bath sized towel over the bed spread to catch
the spunk pouring out of my cock when all he had to do was pull the panties
down which were donned over the suspender belt still left in place. It was
that form fitting nylon tricot sleeveless top tented out by my hardened
nipples making the ministrations of his hands feel a lot more intense &
going straight to my balls.

Vivian's fat cock although a tight fit in my rear hole was just the right
length to passionately massage my secret love button inside my hole which
together with the intense sensations inside my balls triggered a
spectacularly intense orgasm at the same time I felt his hot load gushing
inside the depths of my hole. It was so intense I was seeing stars at the
same time both my cock & rear hole was jerking like hell with my spunk
flying everywhere.

When Vivian finally pulled out he scooped up a good measure of his own
spunk mixed with my arse juices slurping it inside his mouth then
passionately kissing me feeding me a taste of our juices before we showered
together.

Vivian made a pot of coffee from a bag spirited from British Airways &
served me a whole meal bread Scottish salmon sandwich before driving me
back to the bogs opposite the pool in his Mustang to see Dylan sat down on
the grass wearing only black speedos. I called him over & introduced him to
Vivian.

Moments later Dylan was enjoying the exhilarating ride of his life on a
hair raising ton plus ride along the Windsor relief road uttering loud whoo
hoos as the car braked fiercely before the motorway roundabout where during
those few magical moments he experienced powerful acceleration &
deceleration forces on his teen body in this iconic American Ford.

They arrived at Vivian's house & entered his garage, Dylan swooned at the
sight of his Honda XL250 Motosport & production TT Honda CB450 black
bomber, it was when he pulled the dust sheet of his third motorcycle Dylan
was blown away by the sight of his pristine candy gold 1970 Honda CB750 K0,
whilst Dylan ogled the machine Vivian quietly pressed a button on his music
centre & Born too late by the poni tails played over the speakers as Vivian
had intended this to be a wind up which had the intended effect although
Vivian pacified him by promising to give him the Honda XL250 Motosport for
his 17th birthday then led him to the master bedroom.

Dylan was blown away by the size & contents of Vivian's wardrobe as he
nuzzled his neck & shoulders nibbling his ear saying.

"I understand you pulled off a schoolgirl gag very well indeed, how would
you like to do the same for me, earn shit loads of money & fuck loads of
rich people?"

"I would like that very much, is it possible to knock up a rich
schoolgirl?"

"I think that can be arranged, depends on the client."

Vivian held him in a lover's embrace with their groins touching then his
hands glided over his body with smooth light caresses feeling his large
nipples becoming erect & pressing into his chest, a hand glided through his
silky soft hair which smelled of pool chlorine finding the perfect excuse
to shower & groom his hair which owing to its length will require a lot of
time drying with his hair dryer & combing out.

Vivian had already seen Dylan swimming in the pool noticing his neat
swimming strokes resembling a mermaid in the water with his long flowing
hair the sight of which gave him a hard on inside his swimming trunks when
he picked his moment & executed a dive from the top board leaving him with
a pleasant memory & thinking. `I really want to fuck this boy & have him
spend the night with me.'

He gently untied the cord of Dylan's speedos & pulled them down seeing his
huge throbbing leaking erection & gasped in astonishment saying.

"Fuck me, that thing's really huge," then stripped totally naked.

He gently grasped his huge cock just about managing to encircle his hand
around his shaft gently giving him a few strokes as his mind sized up his
cock then began sucking his nipples whilst his hand massaged & tweaked his
other nipple alternating between nipples which were tingling & he felt a
pleasing sensation inside his breasts.

The insides of his hole was also clenching into emptiness whilst he felt a
sensation unsure of whether it was an itch or his emptiness waiting for a
cock to slide inside although his overpowering urges wanted his cock sank
fully home in Vivian's hole whilst his mind formulated the best position to
receive his huge invader then settled on Dylan sitting on a chair whilst he
impaled himself on his cock.

Passing him the tin of lube he scooped up generous amounts feeding it into
Vivian's hole & his cock when Vivian slowly impaled himself with his tight
hole taking the largest cock of his entire life filling him right up like a
huge log of a shit about to pop into the toilet.

Whilst in this position both massaged & tweaked each others nipples whilst
passionately tongue kissing & sucking each others nipples with Dylan's
nipples filling his mouth to a satisfaction he last experienced as an
infant. Being a motorcycle racer Vivian was very fit & rode the teen well
bringing him off to a tremendous crashing orgasm with his huge load
flooding inside him with powerful gushes & leaking profusely back out past
his cock whilst squealing & moaning like a bitch as well as seeing stars as
Vivian's spunk shot out everywhere in a series of gushes.

Vivian spent ages sat on the toilet blowing spunk out of his hole with loud
thunderous farts with Dylan waiting impatiently for them to shower
together, dry off, change into his speedos, set the crock pot's timer to
cook a chicken casserole then begin the long process of grooming Dylan's
hair with the TV switched on watching the 1968 movie Bullitt.

After the movie Vivian served dinner washed down with a French Bordeaux
wine followed by watching a James Bond movie on another channel whilst sat
on the couch making love to each other until fatigue set in when both went
to bed naked in his double bed.

It was during the small hours Dylan experienced one of his many frequent
wet dreams gushing huge amounts of spunk into the sheets & onto himself
with his arse juices also trickling out but it was his nipples becoming so
hard with lovely sensations inside his breasts as he dreamt his breasts
were being nursed by a long haired boy, he slept solidly right through to
the morning & woke up to the room smelling of sex with the bedclothes
kicked off, he ambled to the bathroom seeing his spunk plastered over his
body when he noticed it, there were beads of white liquid on both his
nipples, he gave his breasts a squeeze & a small amount came out, his
curiosity wanting to dip his fingers & taste it discovering that he
produced a heavenly tasting elixir lessening his shock somewhat that he had
actually produced some milk & thought.

"OMG, am I turning into a girl?" when Vivian's voice boomed out.

"Come here you little shit, look what you've done to my sheets, as soon as
we've had breakfast, you're going to wash & dry them & make my fucking
bed," he kicked his arse hard with a bare foot as soon as he re-entered the
room knocking him over & making him wince when Vivian's deafeningly loud
voice boomed out whilst waving his finger at the fallen teen.

"Next time you sleep in my bed you're wearing nappies & incontinence
pants!"

Dylan feelings of total embarrassment overwhelmed him when instantly his
face went a deep red, his throat momentarily choked, his eyes suddenly
glazed when tears flooded his eyes as he cried loudly sobbing out.

"I can't help it if I keep having wet dreams & no one will help me," as he
buried his face in his arms bawling loudly with tears dripping onto the
carpet. These revelations shocked Vivian bringing into question whether his
parents really did love him & took care of him or was he just another
unwanted child who came into the world uncared for, unloved & even
brutalized lying there crying without a stitch of clothing on him at all
with his speedos in the airing cupboard left to dry draped over the hot
water tank.

Vivian threw him a t shirt, pair of shorts & tissues calling out.

"Come on, stop crying & put these on, come & have breakfast."

Vivian cooked a full English breakfast to pack as much nourishment into the
teen's belly but asked him to be quiet saying.

"We don't speak over breakfast in my house."

After breakfast, Dylan done the dishes hoping to pacify Vivian then loaded
the sheets into the washing machine yet all the time his sad expression
wouldn't go away. Vivian consulted his diary & suddenly realized that he
would have to open the shop a half hour earlier to see a company rep. He
asked Dylan.

"Why are you looking sad this morning?" when he burst out crying.

"Come here, sit on my lap & tell me all about it."

"I've been thrown out of home because dads found out I'm gay, he's found
graffiti with my name on it in the bogs by the pool, if my mates see that
my life's shit & I refused to cut my hair."

"You really have beautiful hair so where is your belongings now?"

"They're in a storage room at the pool,"

This really threw a spanner in the works, Vivian have to deal with a rep at
8-30 in the morning, the pool doesn't open till 10, Dylan would have had to
sit around the shop all day when he called me just after 8 in the morning.

My phone rang when I was eating breakfast & luckily I didn't have anything
on that day, I picked up the receiver with Vivian on the other end asking.

"Tom, I'm in a right hole with Dylan, his father's chucked him out of home
& he's with me right now at the shop having spent the night with me. I'm
meeting the rep at half past 8 then I'm stuck here all day, would you mind
picking him up from the shop."

"Sure," I began cursing the intrusion into my life, Christ; I'm here on
unpaid leave from my job in OZ to sort out my parents' house thankfully it
being winter over there, I could possibly look after Dylan until September
when I fly back to my Ascot Vale, Melbourne house & the Triton motorcycle
will arrive by sea later, I said to Vivian.

"I may be able to look after him until my flight home & then he has 2
choices, he's either on his own here or he flies home with me, I needed an
instant answer right now if I'm to sort out his visa & his sponsorship
application."

Vivian said to Dylan. "Tom will look after you but he flies back to
Australia in September, looks like you have 2 choices, either you're on the
streets here or you fly with him, he needs to know now as there's not much
time to sort out your travel documents."

The revelation hit Dylan like a thunderbolt & yet his face lit up as though
the sun had once again shone into the teen's life, his decision was
instantaneous.

"Tell him I'm coming with him."  .  .  .  "He says he want's to come with
you."

I took him to Antonio's café for a coffee & toast before collecting him
from the Honda dealer calling in at the main post office to collect his
passport application then straight home. The shippers were already crating
up the Triton into a used Honda crate having already phoned them & left the
garage key under the doormat so Dylan knew immediately I was serious about
the move & sorely missed me taking him out for a blast on this iconic
British classic motorcycle housing the quickest engine in the quickest
frame.

Owing to my personal situation with this being my parents' house, It was
doubtful if they would allow Dylan to stay leaving him with 2 choices,
either Vivian or Rick, an old mate of mine from my teenage years with a 70
foot canal barge on the River Thames at Shiplake moored on an island called
`The Lynch', at least he has his Suzuki AP50 moped to get around on even if
we have to give him some money for petrol & two stroke oil.

These were the days before mobile phones & the internet, if I sent Rick a
letter I may not receive his reply for a few days & decided to drive Dylan
to Shiplake.

I parked the Chevanne opposite the church then we walked down a steep
footpath towards the river, once there it was a half mile walk to the
riverbank opposite the island. There was a huge tree on the island right
beside the water towering over 100 feet with a rope swing with a group of
teenage boys either swimming in the backwater or swinging off the rope but
I could see no canal boat. I called out to the lads.

"Have any of you seen a canal boat on the island?" a lad in the water
replied.

"There's one moored on the other side."

"Would one of you please ask him to ferry myself and this youngster onto
the island."

"Sure, I thought for a moment he's your daughter."

We watched as an untidy looking canal boat came around the southern tip of
the island & read the name on the bows thinking.

`OMG, she's a fucking old tub,' the memory of John, another boy back in 66
chalking the name. `Countess of Clewer' & getting chased around the grounds
of the swimming club came fondly back making me chuckle. I thought.

`I really shouldn't be asking Rick to put up this boy, not on board that
old tub,' but my choices were rather limited & Dylan now had to ride some
serious miles on his pop pop.

During that summer another issue reared its ugly head in the shape of
Patrick's father, having been thrown out of the army for drunkenness
leaving him & his mum having to live with her parents for the time being,
this left me little choice but to look after him, it was also the day his
mum & I became partners. My coming into their lives gave them both the love
& security they needed turning both their lives around.

Both Patrick & Jim were making handsome amounts of money as photo models &
escorts up in London & being paid to knock up their clients. Luckily both
of them when dressed were doing a brilliant job passing as girls but it was
after Patrick was paid for his first photo shoot his drunken father burst
into their army house before having to hand it back looking for money
whilst beating it out of them, although his mum didn't have any money he
soon found Patrick's photo shoot money & took it from him having ransacked
the place, since then he put his money into a post office savings account.

I have a lot of respect for Jim the day that man who was too drunk to even
look after himself any more. The boys were all sat outside the bogs with
Paul, one of their lifeguards when this disheveled man walked up to them,
at the time Patrick was in the pool when Paul read the situation & ran off
to raise the alarm with the pool manager now guarding the entrance.

A heated exchange broke out with Jim being singled out demanding.

"Where's my boy?" Jim stood his ground shouting.

"Fuck off you old Gippo, he's not here," when the rest of the teens joined
in, he shuffled towards the pool to be met by Mr. Peters the pool manager,
an ex Royal Navy diver who won't stand for any nonsense saying forcibly.

"You're banned, you're not coming in here, now clear off before I call the
cops," he shuffled away & I really have to take my hat off to the local
kids & teens for ganging up on him shouting obscenities at him & pelting
him with whatever they could throw at him until the cops came & carted him
away. What I didn't know was that Donald filmed it on his 8mm cine camera
which I didn't watch until many years later but this whole experience left
his mum crying, I also heard how Patrick really became a man that day
comforting his mum.

It wasn't the last we heard from him either when he began rough sleeping in
the bogs at night. Whilst this was going on there was no activity taking
place depriving all of the teens & their pickups of sex, something had to
be done about him when David, a 14 year old rang me at home on an entirely
different matter altogether. I already knew about this encounter & asked
David to convene a meeting at the bogs arriving in my Chevanne; he politely
opened the door to let me out that was when he caught sight of the B O C
Portapack oxy acetylene welding set in the back.

David is one of those kids who's really clever & he looks the part as well
with his round spectacles & tooth brace whenever he smiles. This kid knew
that acetylene gas is highly explosive as did I having watched a
demonstration during my studies where the lecturer filled a small balloon
with the gas, placed it on the welding table with a strip of newspaper for
the fuse & lit it. Needless to say the balloon deafened all the students
with a loud bang; the unanimous decision was taken by all the teens
including the lifeguards to set off a large acetylene balloon bomb in the
bogs.

David wore Royal blue speedos with white & red stripes from the front edge
of the hip seams which are the colours of the local swimming club except he
wasn't on their team as anyone could buy this colour scheme from a sport's
shop in Peascod Street & he bought his pair simply because they bore the
colours of the Union Jack which went well with his friends as he was a
patrol leader in a nearby scout troop. I gave him some money & he quickly
donned his tee shirt & shorts then tore off on his bicycle returning about
a quarter of an hour later with a packet of large balloons & a ball of
string inside a jar of kerosene. I said.

"David, you're a bloody pyromaniac, where did you learn this one from?"

"I watched the huge bonfire being lit on Guy Fawkes Night; it's how the
organizers do it, you have to do it tonight as the club's booked the pool
after it closes.

I decided to wait until nightfall before setting up the balloon meanwhile
all the teens will remain out of sight in the pool thankful for their
evening session when I picked my moment to inflate the balloon, tied the
kerosene soaked string to the neck & hung the balloon up using a second
piece of string. Thankfully the club held an impromptu barbecue on the
grass after their session ended which was a godsend for the teens thus
keeping them there until needed.

Rick brought Dylan back with him & between him & I we alternated our watch
on the bogs when sure enough the old bastard entered after 10.40 pm when I
lit the fuse & quietly called all the teens with the remainder of the
swimming club to watch the spectacle whilst Mr. Peters finally locked the
door.

Time just seemed to freeze as this wasn't a timer one could watch, everyone
watched the flame finally creep into the building followed by the glow
illuminating the window when I asked Mr. Peters.

"You won't mind if the windows get blown out."

"Not at all, I'll just report it as vandals' tomorrow morning."

An old lady walking her Pomeranian dog approached the river close to the
bogs caught the sight of Mr. Peters who said.

"Someone get that old bag away from there quick!"

David took up the task and quietly led her away towards the river. The
beauty of this kid was he looked so innocent wearing his glasses & smiling
with his tooth brace, on reflection he resembled Harry Potter in his first
movie except David still has a child's voice on the point of breaking & has
to wear prescription lens swimming goggles whilst training although he
could get away with using an ordinary pair when swimming in the river.

Suddenly a brilliant flash illuminated the interior of the bogs looking
like hundreds of camera flashes going off simultaneously when viewed from
the open door with a cannon like huge bang blowing out the windows. David
couldn't contain his laughter when the lady asked him. "What's that?"

His quick thinking replied with. "Oh, must be kids setting off fireworks,
oh dear me, I must go as it's already past the time I have to be in by,
mum's going to roast me."

"Yes, you must, you are a very nice young man." David couldn't run away
fast enough from the old lady, I really had to take my hat off to him as he
pulled that off really well saving the lady from being hit by flying glass,
how he kept his composure with a straight face & his innocence beggars
belief.

We watched him staggering out from the bogs with his ears probably ringing
like bells towards the relief road bridge, I could only guess to rough
sleep somewhere on the other side of the river.

Dylan's passport came through when I took him to Australia house at the
strand on both the train & the tube to apply for his visa which entailed me
sponsoring him and when you have a successful business on paper which has
been operating for a number of years he got his visa & owing to the
situation with his father he elected to collect his passport personally.

The final days of August were passing us by with the pool as busy as ever &
the fine weather was a good indicator that it would continue into
September, I became Patrick's mum's partner which changed their lives
around & everyone at the pool was saying we were so right for each other
when I booked the return flights for 4 people which required having money
wired over from OZ.

Thankfully Vivian had Dylan staying with him which brought him closer to
the pool & spent nights with either Patrick or Jimbo in his double bed
having passionate sex & lovemaking together whilst Vivian slept in his
spare room, they spent the most wonderful nights together & it was during
the last day the pool was open with all the teens sat outside the bogs
wearing only speedos that Dylan's mum turned up battered, bruised and
crying having left her husband. Thankfully her son was there to comfort her
but our flight was now just days away and there just wasn't the time left
to process her visa despite her having an occupation which would get her in
the door as a computer programmer.

September came with all the kids going back to school & the pool finally
closing for the year. Thankfully the river was still warm enough to swim in
& the sight of teens wearing only speedos sat on the grass outside the bogs
was pleasing to the eye & they also entered the clubhouse grounds to scale
the railway bridge to plunge into the river which I filmed with my old
super 8mm cine camera.

All the teens with both Patrick's & Dylan's mum spent the following weekend
camped at `The Lynch,' an island on the River Thames near Shiplake in
Oxfordshire where he has his boat moored.

Thankfully Rick proved to be an excellent master of ceremonies having
sourced all the food, cut all the wood for the fire, dug out his ex army
dixie's, large mess tins & set up the camp shower.

Vivian hired a 30 seater coach & we arrived with our rucksacks & boarded
the Countess of Clewer for the half mile slow cruise to the island turning
right into the backwater with Dylan giving a running commentary about the
island before the vessel rounded the southern tip & docked.

Some of the teens brought their tents although Rick had a huge tarpaulin
made from old parachutes which we strung up between trees to make a large
low profile hoochie basha, both women slept in one tent together whilst the
huge shelter was big enough for everyone, we quickly sorted out our bed
spaces & changed into speedos with the women wearing bikinis & swam in the
backwater when it soon became apparent that everyone was good strong
swimmers as David led everyone for a circumnavigation swim around the
island as a practice when we would swim around the island again, this time
naked.

The women were quite content to swim naked amongst all these hot teenage
boys, understandably there wasn't anything which they haven't seen before &
they've also had the wonderful experience of having sex with their teenage
sons & now parted from her husband. Dylan's mum had raised a handsome
looking long haired teenager with a large cock big enough to satisfy her
but she wanted more from her son; she desperately wanted him to impregnate
her & bear his love child to be born half way around the world.

Dylan led her to a well kept green at the southern end of the island which
is mown regularly as is the wooded areas on the island which is kept tidy &
used as a camp site thus generating fees for the landowners. He laid down
his groundsheet onto the grass then making passionate love to his 30 year
old mum whilst still wearing only their swimsuits. He held her in a tight
embrace with his powerful arms with her breasts pressing hard into his
chest exciting her nipples with her snatch leaking copiously into her
bikini bottoms whilst his cock became rock hard flooding pre-cum into his
speedos as he began gently humping his groin into his mum's nylon clothed
snatch with his motion also being excited by his huge sensitive nipples
generating a lovely tingling sensation inside his balls. He knew perfectly
well he could deliver several loads of spunk during a hot steamy session &
pressed on wanting to flood his speedos with spunk whilst exciting his
mum's gushing orgasms which crashed through her as her squirting juices
flooded through her bikini bottoms mixing with the spunk flooding out
through his speedos as she screamed out in ecstacy.

"Oh Dylan, Dylan, Aaargh----- give it to me now, I want you in me right
away,------- give me your spunk,------- come on son, I've waited 16 years
for this moment."

Within seconds both dropped their swimwear becoming totally naked with
Dylan pushing his still rock hard spunk coated cock right inside his mum's
pussy still twitching powerfully as the last of his spunk trickled inside
her whilst kissing, caressing with Dylan now sucking her nipples as she
clamped her legs tightly around him, this continued for some minutes whilst
his balls recharged yet his huge cock filled his mum right up giving her
unbelievable feelings of fullness never before experienced since the day
she was a 13 year old schoolgirl when a 14 year old boy knocked her up &
she became pregnant with Dylan arriving into the world resulting in an
ongoing feud between both families & their forced marriage when they both
turned 16.

It was a marriage destined never to last, miraculously theirs was an uneasy
peace & their marriage was never consummated afterwards with constant
beatings & Dylan striving to attain his best at school making it into year
11. Now all that was about to change with our British Airways flight to
Melbourne with myself, Patrick & his mum to Tom's weatherboard house in the
Avondale heights district now only days away.

All the teens were sucking & fucking each other at different places around
the island whilst David was plowing my hole inside the large group
parachute shelter with his rock hard 6 inches of fat 14 year old cock & I
could immediately tell he was indeed highly experienced as he surprisingly
managed to last a long time before flooding me with a large load of hot
spunk. David was one of those kids where butter wouldn't melt in his mouth,
a bespectacled dark haired lad showing a lovely tooth brace smile full of
innocence even when he's only wearing the local club's royal blue with red
& blue striped team speedos until he got his cock inside you when he became
someone else altogether when he finished me off by giving me the most
amazing blow job ending with a torturously crashing orgasm with me
screaming my head off whilst kicking & writhing seeing stars to finally end
up together slowly fondling, kissing & making love.

Our weekend on the island sadly came to an end as we all struck camp,
tidied up & loaded our kit on board Rick's vessel when no sooner had he
cast off, all the teens were crying whilst the island was slowly being left
behind especially as 2 of their number would be flying with me to OZ.

Once back on land at the college's river frontage, names, addresses & phone
numbers were exchanged although I couldn't envisage many of the teens
placing calls to OZ which are not cheap (back then)

Thankfully Dylan & his mum collected their passports with their visas in
time for the flight when we boarded British Airways flight 9 for our
journey to Melbourne.

After landing with a few days to get over jet lag at my Avondale heights
weatherboard house, all their personalities changed for the better. Both
boys walked the 3 miles to the dump at sunshine with some of my tools &
with the assistance of their supervisor they scoured through the huge pile
of bicycle parts & built up their bikes between them. I've known old Jack
since I arrived here as a 16 year old on a BOAC Vickers VC10 aircraft I
stowed away on & arranged this for the boys with him giving them tea, cake
& Arnotts Tim tams biscuits.

What did surprise me was them both arriving back home sporting neat
haircuts which I reasoned was right as they were now placed to attend
Essendon High. Dylan thoughtfully brought his coursework along with him
spending the last part term in year 10 whilst Patrick was placed in year 8
& joined 16 flight Royal Australian Air Training Corps straight away.

The Triton arrived by taxi truck whilst both boys were at school which was
uncrated & built up by the time they arrived home. I took it to the Honda
dealer at Ascot Vale where Mr. Quinn performed its roadworthy whilst the
rest of the shop were in awe at the presence of this iconic British
motorcycle, later that evening I took Patrick, smartly wearing his uniform
on the motorcycle & collected him later taking the bike for an exhilarating
blast up the Tullamarine freeway before arriving home having already taken
Dylan for his blast earlier, he did become dismayed at having to wait until
he's 17 years & 9 months for his State of Victoria motorcycle learners
permit yet by then he will already have his car licence, passed his test &
be displaying P plates.

We regularly swam at the Queens Park outdoor swimming pool in Moonee Ponds
& over the next few weeks I trained Dylan with 7 other cadets from 16
flight for their Bronze Medallions during which Dylan also joined the
squadron just in time for their cadet annual camp. All the cadets passed
with flying colours watched by both their CO & a D of E assessor.

Sex between us was never again about lust but our love for each other &
Dylan became a proud father the day his mum gave birth to their 7 pound 1
ounce healthy boy right in the middle of the Australian winter of June
1981. His mum never remarried again remaining a single parent.

Dylan worked as a lifeguard during term breaks at the Queens park pool &
Saturday mornings at Quinn's Ascot Vale Honda dealer assisting their
mechanics when I received a phone call as his sponsor that Mr. Quinn wanted
to engage him as an apprentice. Dylan passed his VSC's with flying colours
gaining distinctions in maths, science & English passing both his car &
motorcycle tests shortly after both his learners permits came in force on a
75--Honda 1200cc Civic car & a 73-- Honda XL250 Motosport trail bike, both
of which Mr. Quinn thankfully sourced for him taking only payment in kind.

I returned several times to the UK on business during which I learned the
toilets remained there for another 5 years & was demolished together with
the war memorial outdoor pool leaving only memories of the graffiti in the
minds of those visitors lucky enough to have sex with the local teens
followed by the Windsor leisure pool being built on the site leaving only
the nearby Brocas meadow for gay pickups & sex.

Almost 40 years have passed since that magical summer of 1980 leaving both
Vivian & I with pleasant lasting memories to reminisce on wondering if
today's generation will also be having the times of their lives.

The End.