Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2014 14:16:39 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: US Army pup tent part 2

			  US Army pup tent part 2

A continuation of the story of youthful experiences by Vintagespeedoboy,
this is entirely a work of fiction.

				Autumn 1965

Both Tom & I started our third year of secondary school (year 9) as did
Tom, sports now are football, rugby & cross country, I sorely missed the
war memorial outdoor swimming pool now having closed for the year, it has
only been opened for 2 years since it was built & now it was empty, soon
there would be leaves on the grass which has now grown as there's no one to
cut it until the following year, I remember all the lifeguards having to
dig up & clear away the weeds before it opened for the summer which has now
passed us by & there's still items left in the lost property bins.

The autumn weather was still mild enough for us to camp out near the River
Thames, even though the weather was still nice the river became too cold to
swim in around the third week of September during which it was still mild
enough for us to sleep out under our poncho basha, during October we camped
out with the pup tent as the weather, although mild was windy.



Both Tom & I went to our weekly swimming & lifesaving sessions at the
Community centre indoor swimming pool in Slough, we found a great place to
hide between their garage & the hedge which grew from the adjoining garden,
after every one of our swimming sessions both of us would sneak in there &
wank each others cocks off, sometimes we would ride to either Baylis or
Salt hill park where we could find a quiet spot to have sex with each
other, the best place entailed us climbing over the Baylis park outdoor
swimming pool's fence & once inside we fucked the arses off each other
usually inside a cubicle.

It was during the October half term that we had sleepovers at each other's
houses, again the most we could do was feel each other up at Tom's house,
my house was a lot better especially when mum went out working as a
barmaid, she would be home late expecting both of us in bed therefore we
had to do each other in the evening before she came home.



We went to my bedroom & stripped off totally naked, Tom lubed us up, laid
on the bed & I knelt down straddling him whilst he fed his huge pole into
my boy pussy hole, I rested there for a while getting used to his invader
which kept jerking inside me with a constant flow of his love juices doing
the most amazing things to my love button inside, my love juices flowed out
of my cock in an almost constant trickle onto his chest.

I rode his pole pinching & massaging my nipples & doing the same to Tom as
well as kissing him, with his cock sliding in & out of my boy pussy nudging
my love button sending those lovely feelings to my cock & balls with an
occasional squirt of thin watery juices flying out of my cock as it waved
up & down like a wand with the motion of my body, we were both grunting,
mewling & saying dirty expletives to each other when my spunk blasted out
of my cock in several huge squirts some of which landed on Tom's face, the
headboard & pillow of my bed.

With my chute clamping onto Tom's pole, he flooded my insides with his warm
spunk as his cock gushed with several powerful contractions sending me into
a highly intense orgasm.

We cleaned ourselves up with me dumping my friend's spunk down the toilet
before I made our hot drinks & both of us retired totally naked in my bed,
even after our amazing sex we must have slept most of the night with rock
hard cocks.



With the new year now upon us our thoughts went onto answering the
challenge of swimming the famous Windsor Lock to lock race which is a
distance of 2 miles & 572 yards, with this in mind & with the club
instructor's approval we commenced our long distance swimming training,
with the passing of the months it seemed as though we were hitting brick
walls at the lesser distances then suddenly one day that barrier wasn't
there any more as we both swam through it, we both noticed the changes in
our bodies which resulted from the training gaining flatter stomachs, more
muscular upper torsos, our bubble bottoms shrinking & more definition in
our legs, we also grew a bit more during that year & both our cocks became
both larger & fatter, mine had now attained 8 inches in length & Tom's was
almost 9 inches & as fat as a golf ball at the head when he got fully hard,
both of our balls had enlarged, we were shooting more spunk & our voices
had also deepened by a note as well.

We regularly rode our bikes along the towpath studying the course knowing
that knowledge of the course & the best lines through each section could
well shave minutes off the elapsed time, with the warmer weather now upon
us we camped out in the US Army pup tent which had been in storage through
the winter at the usual spot, once again we had the most amazing sex in the
tent plowing our cocks into each others boy pussy holes, wanking & sucking
each other off, we even went skinny dipping in the river which was still
cold & therefore our time in the river was very brief.



My next night under canvas was spent with Andrew underneath a camouflaged
British army poncho basha, it was a lovely warm sunny day & we both spent a
long time basking in the sun on our towels wearing only our Speedo swimming
trunks listening to Radio Caroline on Andrew's portable radio, it was there
we both watched an old dilapidated canal barge pass us by very close to the
river bank with its engine running with a chug chug exhaust note from its
rusty exhaust stack with a young man barely out of his teens at the tiller,
we both watched it intently & the man even gave us a wave, I somehow had a
feeling about that boat which I couldn't explain to myself, perhaps it was
either some sort of intuition or maybe even a premonition, it wasn't a bad
feeling, more like a feeling of contentment, unbeknown to me that old tub
would become a major part of my life later on.



We both swam in the river wearing our swimming trunks in the late afternoon
sun enjoying ourselves & each other's company before getting out & drying
off whilst seated on the grass in the sun & cooking our evening meals on
hexamine cookers with our British Army mess tins washed down with tea, once
again the smell of burning hexamine wafted around our camp fuelling our
memories of those heady days of the previous year, with the meal of
sausages, baked beans & eggs cooked as we haven't as yet managed to
scrounge some military rations from the army barracks,

With the passing of the light our lusts for each other grew by the minute
with Andrew fondling, kissing & making love to me, finally we both took off
our swimming trunks & Andrew prepared my teen boy pussy hole to receive his
hugely rampant leaking throbbing cock.

I bent over presenting my boy pussy hole to receive his invading organ & as
soon as the head touched my hole I became overcome with jolts of
electricity between us as he slowly pushed it home to his balls, the
powerful jerking of his huge cock on my love button inside became awesome
with a couple of thin jets of watery white liquid squirting out from my
cock, this caused my boy pussy hole to grab Andrew's huge cock making him
utter a loud sigh.

He plowed into me with gentle long thrusts & within a couple of minutes his
huge cock swelled up inside me with the first huge blast of spunk breeding
my hole followed by several more, I felt every single gush of his warm seed
inside me which triggered mine to blast out my teenage offering several
feet with each contraction sending jolts of electricity right through me
resulting in my pussy hole grabbing onto Andrew's cock adding to his
intense orgasm, I was almost seeing stars uttering the most dirty
expletives on the planet & almost screaming as my orgasm took hold, finally
we just laid there in a lovers embrace in our peaceful afterglows whilst we
smoked a cigarette each.

After a while we both went skinny dipping in the river to finally
consummate the session of love between us finishing with ourselves drying
off & Andrew making a nightcap hot drink for us before we finally slid into
our sleeping bags for a blissful night together.



The scout troop went on Whitsun camp at the nearby Bear's rails camp site
at Old Windsor, the site is a meadow next to Bears rails pond bordering on
the royal estate, throughout the weekend we kept hearing pheasant calls &
saw deer nearby, our project for the weekend was the construction of a rope
slide over the lake which was great fun, the younger scouts went on their 8
mile one day hike, passed their hand axe & knife, fire lighting & worked
towards various badges which kept Bernie & myself busy mentoring these
youngsters.

Of course no camp is complete without its camp fire with its attendant
skits; sing songs of which 'Ging gang goolie, the Ying tong song & Shine up
your buttons with Brasso always seems to get a few laughs & a really good
ghost story, our troop performed the best gag of the lot, the amphitheatre
site was ideally sited for our trick, it was near to the pond & a large
tree wasn't far away, this meant that we could perform our version of the
famous Indian rope trick.



Both Andrew & Clive had set it up earlier in the day, they had left a
length of rope lying in the amphitheatre attached to a long length of
thread leading to a kite reel which was hidden from view & tied to the rope
with a slip knot, owing to my olive skin I was the one chosen to sit by the
rope playing a flute wearing only my school navy blue PE shorts & a turban
made from a triangular bandage, with Clive being away at university he
wasn't present at many of our troop nights & when he was he was always a
bag of laughs, he showed us how to do the trick in the scout hut & we all
thought it was a great crack.

Clive looked really professional with his camp blanket draped over him
displaying its sewn on badges & his voice certainly captivated the
audience, there was a deathly silence as I started playing a haunting tune
on the flute, Andrew was right out of view winding in the kite reel causing
the rope to climb eerily from its coils, watching that rope looked so
creepy it looked as if it had a life of its own, the only sound was a
slight rustling of the leaves on the trees in the slight breeze, our
scoutmaster had a torch trained on the rope from the edge of the
amphitheatre, everyone's eyes were fixated on the rope which had climbed up
about 20 feet when Clive pulled out the school's starting pistol & fired
several times, this was my signal to stop playing the flute, keel over &
play dead, Andrew cut the thread with scissors resulting in the rope
dropping to the ground, Clive picked up the rope, pulled the slip knot &
threw the rope near to the audience.



The trick was an overwhelming success, everyone was clapping their hands in
applause as I stood up & bowed to the audience, we had pulled off a really
great trick totally unheard of in the annals of scouting, finally the site
warden conducted a prayer after which we returned to our camp sites for our
nightcap hot drinks & retiring for the night once again in my US Army pup
tent next to Bernie giving each other a good wank before falling asleep.



Our training had indeed come on in leaps & bounds, it was now the end of
June, our third year (Year 9) was drawing to a close & the outdoor pool had
re-opened again for the summer with Mum once again serving at the
turnstile, it was also the first of our river swims the quarter mile.

The club has a ruling that to compete in the river swims competitors must
have proven ability to complete the distance, they must complete the
shortest distance race before being entered for the next distance, in the
one mile & the famous Lock to lock each competitor must be escorted by
either a rowing boat or a kayak, those were the rules of the competition
which was staged as both a handicap & scratch race with the slowest
swimmers starting first.



The first event was the quarter mile starting about 100 yards from the
Windsor relief road bridge at the corner of the meadow opposite the Chinese
bridge corner on a cloudy evening with a breeze blowing, Old Nick one of
the veterans I watched swim last year said to both Tom & I.

"Keep to the left as you swim under the road bridge & aim for the right of
the railway bridge," I gave Nick a thumbs up sign & said. "Thanks."

I was now stood on the riverbank with the others in just my bottle green
Speedo swimming trunks wearing a bottle green swimming hat with my goggles
above my eyes with goose bumps on my skin & butterflies in my stomach when
we got the signal to enter the water & form a line when the starter
shouted. "Go!"

This was the starting signal for both veterans who started off abreast of
each other followed by one of the girls 30 seconds later, the starter
called out. "Fullbrick, Go!" at one minute & 15 seconds & next was myself
at 1 minute 30 seconds, Clive started somewhere around 1 minute 40 seconds
& Andrew last at 2 minutes.



I powered away using a front crawl stroke & it seemed as though I really
was flying through the water like a torpedo, the road bridge is fairy wide
with 4 traffic lanes & a path on both sides & it looked like I sped under
that bridge, I caught up with old Bert the first veteran about 50 yards
after passing under the bridge & old Nick shortly afterwards, about 20
yards from the railway bridge I had caught up with Tom & we both passed the
finishing line together which is an old rickety wooden boat jetty in the
middle of the clubhouse grounds on the riverbank,

Tom & I grasped our hands & shook them congratulating each other on
finishing the swim which felt as though it finished as soon as it had
begun, both our mums were there to give us our towels & hugged us as we
came out of the water, we were both in a heightened state of euphoria at
having completed our first ever river swimming race, as we stood on the
grass we both gazed at the river just as the last contestants crossed the
line which was both old Bert & Nick each holding a plastic cup of hot
tomato soup.

When the results were announced both Tom & I had won the men's handicap at
around 6 minutes & 22 seconds & the girl had won the ladies handicap,
Andrew had won the scratch race beating Clive by 5 seconds.



The following week was the half mile which was held on a lovely warm sunny
evening, the start was from the Windsor racecourse landing stage with the
choice of either diving in or starting in the water, this time both
veterans were starting a full 3 minutes ahead of us & 2 minutes ahead of
the girl, last week we had the advantage of the current as the river formed
into a bottleneck just before the bridge, this time the section leading up
to the bottleneck seemed to drag as the current here was slower, the race
became a task of pacing one's self as the distance was too far to sprint,
once we reached the bottleneck it felt like we were really flying which
gave us both a good feeling, we no longer felt the nip of the water as our
bodies had warmed up into a lovely glow, our joints had loosened up & we
were both swimming effortlessly picking up the pace about 100 yards before
the railway bridge & beating Tom to the line by one second to win the
handicap.



Sunday morning was the one mile, we had to be at the clubhouse at 7 am &
each one of us needed a boat for escort, Bernie escorted me in a kayak &
Tom had a patrol leader from his troop, a 15 year old called Jimbo paddling
a PBK (Percy Blandford kayak) of wood & canvas construction which
surprisingly didn't leak even though the boat was really ancient.

This was our first real sighting of the long open canal barge which looked
huge, almost like a battleship moored against the jetty, it had the
appearance of an old rusty hulk, there was no name on the vessel & we began
to wonder if it might sink, this was the boat transporting us to the
starting point, she was an old rusty tub, there was no where for us to sit
& the soles of our feet got plastered in rust, we boarded the vessel amidst
all sorts of derogatory comments about its condition.

Its skipper a bloke called Rick started its singe cylinder Petters diesel
engine & flakes of rust fell off the exhaust stack together with clouds of
black smoke, he fended off the bow with a pole, selected forward gear with
a god awful whine from the gearbox & the old hulk got under way with a chug
chug exhaust noise looking like a ghost boat on the river.



The one mile is started in the water using a tree on the opposite bank as
the starting point, we jumped or dived into the river & swam to the small
shingle beach on the riverbank leaving both veterans treading water &
aligning themselves with the tree as the starter gave hand signals to
position them both, once in position he shouted 'Go!' & started his stop
watch.

They both started off on the downstream course towards the wooden Chinese
bridge which is at the first bend on the course on the left, the river
before the bend is wide making for a slow current, it was a full 5 minutes
later when the 2 girls started off followed by Tom another 2 minutes later
& myself 30 seconds after Tom, by the time I reached the Chinese bridge the
rain was pouring down, luckily Bernie had on a waterproof cagoule & his
kayak was fitted with a spray deck, nevertheless I did feel for him sat in
that boat, as for myself wearing only my bottle green swimming trunks,
rubber swimming hat & goggles I never even felt the rain at all yet somehow
the river seemed to get warmer, I briefly sang in my mind to myself. 'Just
swimming in the rain,' putting me in a good frame of mind.

Having reached the right hand bend I was now battling with the current
which tried to steer me off course, old Nick said to use one arm like in an
old fashioned breast stroke/sweep stroke to correct myself, I must have
done loads of such strokes just on that section alone.



It was another 200 or so yards to the next bend, a tight left hander by the
racecourse landing stage which is on the right, Tom was now right in my
sights & I followed him through the bend & realized our mistake, we had
come too close to the river bank, the water is shallow & we were both
clawing the gravel on the bottom, more sweeping strokes to steer us both
towards the middle & now we were practically on the home stretch even
though the river is wide on this section, the current slow & it seemed like
ages just to reach the road bridge even though my body was now glowing in
its warmth, I was swimming really well true to the course almost straight
as a die passing both veterans just before the bridge.



Bernie gave me a signal & pointed back towards the racecourse landing
stage, I washed out the mist from my goggles & looked, Andrew was just a
few yards behind me, there was just no way I could hold him off to the
finish line, my chance at the handicap was now gone, all I could do was
sprint to the finish & keep to the middle using the current as I ploughed
under the bridge passing Tom on his right shortly afterwards followed by
both girls about half way between both bridges & lined up to pass to the
right under the railway bridge.

As I neared the railway bridge Andrew passed me swimming hell for leather
to take both handicap & scratch trophies, I came in second behind Andrew
followed by Tom, Clive & the rest of the field with both veterans bringing
up the rear.

Andrew shook our hands whilst we were still in the water & when we finally
got out our skins were bright red where we had warmed up with our
exertions, mum put my towel around me & gave me a huge hug & a kiss
followed by a plastic cup of tomato soup, after I had dried off & changed
we were sat inside the clubhouse waiting for our breakfasts, boy I was
starving & following the traditions of the club, I now had to buy Bernie's
breakfast.

I had now contested my third race & the river swimming bug now had me well
& truly hooked like a disease, I really loved both the atmosphere, pitting
yourself against the river & those far better than myself, I wanted to swim
more & more of these races but there was only the one left, this was the
race I had dreamed about since watching Clive in the river the previous
year, at 14 years of age I was now entered for the race of my dreams which
was now one week away, it was the famous Windsor Lock to lock, like the
previous year I also wanted to camp on the island the night before in my US
army pup tent & so did Tom plus both of our escorts, if we were to have sex
on the island we couldn't very well do it underneath poncho bashas within
sight of moored boats, we really needed another US army pup tent.



The only solution was to buy one, I already owned & had shared my one with
Tom, Bernie & Clive and luckily Tom decided to buy one from the local army
surplus shop, with 2 tents on the island we could have the most amazing sex
with our partners inside the tents the night before plus we could also make
our nightcaps of hot drinks or soup using our hexamine cookers,

The week passed by all too quickly & on the Saturday evening we both
pitched our US Army pup tents in the clubhouse grounds & went swimming in
the river, both Tom & I had the same pair of kayak paddlers as last week &
after having dried off from our swim we were about to have the most amazing
sex with each others partners inside the tents.



True to form we was up with the lark the following morning in bright
sunshine, the old rusty hulk of a canal boat was moored at the club's
rickety wooden jetty having arrived the previous evening, the area became a
hive of activity with youngsters taking out their kayaks from the arch
together with a few rowing boats & the large Victorian rowing skiff aptly
named 'Lock to lock', one of the dinghy's was powered by an ancient British
Seagull outboard engine whilst a second dinghy was powered by a JAP engined
two stroke outboard which made a god awful racket, I was told that its main
bearings on the crankshaft were worn.

Our flotilla made its way to Boveney lock where we disembarked from that
old rusty canal boat offering up a prayer for it not having sank with us on
board, the timekeeper gathered up the competitors & gave us our starting
sequence, both veterans dived into the lock cut, swam to the gate & held
onto the gate to be given their starting signal & they were off, it was a
full 10 minutes before both girls received their starting signal & another
5 minutes before Tom & myself dived in & swam onto the lock gate for our
starting signal.

This was finally it, at 14 years of age both of us were now challenging the
river & our bodies in this famous race, we swam in still water for about a
quarter of a mile until we entered the section where the weir stream enters
from our right, now we had the current to assist us it became a duel
between Tom & I swimming neck & neck all the way, the section to the right
hander at the wooden Chinese bridge seemed to take forever & a day & not
having watches we lost all track of time, we were diminutive human forms in
this vast expanse of the river, our bodies having warmed up & we were
swimming with fluid like movements, Bernie did a fine job of positioning us
through the right hander at the Chinese bridge to take advantage of the
current through that section & not making the same mistake of swimming
close to the riverbank at the left hand corner by the racecourse landing
stage, we had swam our first mile on the course.



The section to the road bridge saw us swimming into the sun which now shone
from above the bridge into our eyes practically dazzling us & making it
difficult to keep a straight course, we became highly elated when the
bridge finally blocked out the sunlight.

Shortly after passing under the road bridge we both smelled the
unmistakable smells of bacon cooking, those scents seemed to waft just
above the surface of the water & assaulted our senses fuelling our hunger
pangs & desires for food, thoughts of those breakfasts weighed heavily in
both our minds & it would take sheer will power to swim past the club house
the half mile to Windsor bridge & then the 572 yards of still water in the
lock cut to Romney lock, we had passed right by Windsor castle wondering if
any of the Royal family happened to be looking out of the window at that
moment.



It was then that I realized we had passed everyone who started out before
us & were now out in front, we swam neck & neck all the way & now the gates
of Romney lock loomed up, there was cheering from the nearby river bank & I
heard mum calling out my name, this fuelled me to draw into my second wind
with Tom doing the same for the final sprint to the gate, now only the
handicap trophy weighed in my mind, this was my chance, it was also Tom's &
we put everything into that last sprint to the gate, the cheering seemed to
drown out my senses, it was just a maelstrom of human voices, finally I
touched the gate slamming both hands onto the heavy wooden structure
followed by the satisfying thump of Tom's hands doing the same, I had
beaten him by a half body length after two & a half miles & over one hour
in the water.

Mum stood at the top of the ladder wrapping me into a towel, I stood there
uncontrollably shivering & goose bumps erupted all over my skin, after she
dried me off she wrapped me into my scouts camp blanket & passed me a cup
of hot thick creamy chicken soup from a vacuum flask, I love Batchelor's
condensed cream of chicken soup & she makes it by adding half milk & half
water for that extra creamy taste, right now it was sheer bliss as that
delicious warm liquid went inside my stomach & warmed me up.



We rode back to the clubhouse in the old rusty canal boat which Rick had to
reverse the entire distance of the lock cut before turning the vessel
around by Windsor bridge & onwards to finally moor at the rickety wooden
jetty, I entered the clubhouse & the sight of the dartboard prompted me to
take the chalk, I went outside & wrote 'Countess of Clewer' on the bow of
the vessel with the chalk, Rick saw this & chased me all over the clubhouse
grounds, the club secretary came out with a bottle of beer, poured it over
the vessel saying.

"I name this old tub Countess of Clewer," everyone burst out laughing &
fortunately Rick saw the funny side of my prank, we finally settled into
our breakfasts & Rick bought Tom & I a bottle of stout shared between us,
Rick joined us at the breakfast table & said in a very pleasing voice.

"Thank you very much for naming my boat for me, I searched my brains in
trying to find a name & you've done the job for me."



I had won the handicap, Tom came second in the handicap & Andrew had won
the scratch race, it had been an eventful morning & both Tom & I went to
rest inside the tent & fell asleep for a few hours lying on top of our
sleeping bags with the tent flaps open, both of us felt immense pride at
having completed the distance of this famous race, a distance totally
unheard of for most teenage schoolboys, the river had granted us the
concession of swimming in the river races & had warmed up sufficiently so
as not to be overcome by the cold, as we both slept our bodies re warmed
back up during those few hours of the morning although we felt drained of
energy for about a day afterwards, luckily the tent was pitched in the
shade & a cooling breeze blew in from the river so we didn't experience the
stifling heat of the tent's interior.



The troop went on summer camp at the Furzefields camp site at Angmere near
Littlehampton in Sussex, this was the year of the world cup at Wembley
stadium & luckily Andrew had brought along his Bush TR82 portable
transistor radio, apart from listening to Radio Caroline which all the boys
loved & we couldn't be parted from the radio, our ears became glued to the
set when the world cup final between England & West Germany was broadcast
live, the date was Saturday 31st of July 1966 & the BBC's Commentator
Kenneth Wostenholme announced that a crowd of 97,000 people had packed
Wembley stadium, the atmosphere around that radio set became electric as
the drama of the match played out, after 90 minutes both sides drew 2-2,
now the game went onto extra time with Geoff Hurst scoring what became
known as the 'Ghost goal when the ball rebounded back out & despite
protests was allowed by the referee.

In the last moments of extra time the commentator announced.

"They think it's all over," (Hurst scores) "It is now," as he scored the
4th & final goal for England making it a hat trick & becoming the hero of
the 1966 world cup final, everyone on the camp site went wild with
excitement at the news of which Andrew's radio was the bearer of that news
plus the other radio sets which other troops were listening to, we had all
listened to one of England's great moments of national pride, now we had to
busy ourselves in erecting our tents & cooking a late evening meal, both
Bernie & myself once again shared my trusty US army pup tent which is both
our home from home & den of iniquity whilst the other boys shared the
troop's WW2 British army 2 man bivouac tents with both Andrew & Clive
sharing one as well.



The following day was a one day hike along the South downs way which gained
some of the younger boys their 8 mile hike test, we all went on it & both
Bernie & I brought along our ponchos as shelter in the event of rain plus
our mess tins, hexamine stoves, lunch & tea or coffee, I was now a recently
promoted patrol leader bearing both the St John's first aid & Royal life
saving society badges on the left sleeve of my uniform shirt therefore I
was expected to look after the youngsters & guide them along, fortunately
the weather was kind to us with a cooling breeze blowing, both Clive & the
scoutmaster remained behind looking after the camp whilst I spent most of
the walk talking to Andrew, he wore an old pair of scout uniform shorts
which had been tailored raising the leg hems up to crotch level almost like
square cut swimming trunks, this made him look drop dead sexy especially
with the muscular definition of his legs which were covered with blond
hairs, I must have spent ages walking along with a raging hard on inside my
black nylon speedo swimming trunks which I wore as underwear which
developed a large wet spot owing to the constant leaking of pre-cum into
them, it was a miracle that my cock didn't unload a load of spunk into my
speedos.



Andrew too was also wearing his royal blue speedo swimming trunks under his
shorts; there were times when the leg hem of his trunks became perfectly
visible, I knew he intended to wear those outrageous shorts which exposed
his trunks knowing that some of us would be thinking rampant lustful
thoughts & he was right although his prank backfired on him when suddenly
his steps faltered & a huge wet patch appeared on his shorts as a bead of
spunk ran down his leg & he suddenly excused himself, swiftly went behind a
bush & cleaned himself up.

He rejoined the group to continue the walk sporting a huge wet patch on the
front of his shorts & we guessed what had happened to him, although he had
a look of embarrassment on his face we didn't take the Mickey out of him,
by lunchtime we stopped & cooked our meals of rice & chicken curry watered
down with tea on our hexamine cookers, this was where I had to help a
couple of the younger boys to watch over & cook their meals, when we
finished we continued with the walk returning to the camp site late in the
afternoon.

That evening Andrew & I sneaked off into the woods, his balls had now
recharged with spunk, lust was coursing through his teenage body & he
wanted to pound my boy pussy with his cock, we came to a quiet part of the
woods some distance from the camp site, hugged, kissed & fondled each other
with both our rock hard cocks leaking into our swimming trunks underneath
our shorts, Andrew still wore the same pair of trunks which he unloaded his
spunk into earlier which had now dried into a crust, the thought of him
still wearing them fuelled even more lust for him as we both dropped our
shorts & trunks & he lubed up both his rampant cock & my boy pussy hole
which I presented to him, he slowly pushed his cock which easily slid in to
his balls & was now doing the most amazing things to my love button inside
as it kept twitching, jerking & feeding me his love juices before he plowed
into me with long slow strokes.

My cock was rock hard, jerking away like a live fish spewing out both
pre-cum & sometimes squirting love juices, the feeling in both my cock &
balls were so awesome it was now building up to a shattering orgasm without
even touching it, when suddenly a long squirt of watery white juices shot
out followed by several huge blast of spunk which flew out several feet, my
orgasm was so intense I was almost screaming my head off in ecstacy.

My teen boy pussy hole was also clenching like mad onto Andrew's huge 9
inch golf ball sized cock triggering his spunk to flood deep inside me with
me feeling every single one of those awesome hot jets which took my orgasm
to new heights, he left his cock inside me which seemed to stay rock hard
for ages & still kept on twitching, he kept on fondling & planting kisses
on me saying lustful things in my ear, he tickled & tweaked my nipples
which felt really tender instead of the normal ticklish sensations,
something had changed, my nipples had become puffy underneath, they had
enlarged & darkened, as he looked at them he said quietly to me.

"You've got breast buds; girls get those when their breasts start to
develop."

Horrible thoughts ran through my mind, I began to wonder if I would turn
into a girl, would my breasts just keep on growing, how could I face the
world if I did grow a girl's breasts, could I still go to school? All these
thoughts ran through my mind, fortunately Andrew comforted me as he said.

"Trust me, I went through what's now happening to you, in a couple of years
those lumps will be gone, when I had them I went to see my doctor as I too
didn't know what was happening, he put my mind at ease when he told me that
boys get them at about my age."



The next day we went to Littlehampton's West beach to swim in the sea, this
was only my second visit to the seaside & for some of the boys it was their
first, it was a beautiful warm sunny day with a gentle breeze blowing, the
sea state was slight with 6 inch waves breaking on the beach, the
conditions were ideal for swimming as evidenced by the numbers of people
both on the beach & in the water.

We had come to an idyllic beach for swimming, we quickly changed into our
swimming trunks & walked towards the shore when one of the lifeguards who
patrolled this beach stopped me thinking I was wearing inappropriate
swimwear namely schoolgirl's gym knickers until he saw both the speedo logo
& the tie cord on my bottle green speedos & apologized, we swam around for
a bit, played with a ball & ended up sunbathing on the beach which was
sheer bliss until our afternoon of fun in the sun changed into horror when
we heard the plaintive cries of a boy on a Lilo airbed being swept out to
sea.

I had no time to lose, I ran into the sea & swam after him with my head
trimmed down to eye level in the water so I could watch him, the others had
raised the alarm & even with a slow current & breeze blowing I must have
swam over 3 quarters of a mile before I reached him, I had swam my heart
out & hung onto the airbed exhausted waiting to get my breath back, the
youngster was both surprised & glad to see me & I asked him to remain calm
whilst I rested before we were about to paddle the airbed back towards the
shore, unbeknown to me there was an inflated bag like object in the water
with a blue stripe which neither of us saw, even it we did we didn't know
what it was & would have easily mistaken it for a piece of rubbish, the
first time I saw it was when it stung me, it was a Portuguese man of war.



The stings were sudden & excruciating, I was thrashing around in the water
trying to free myself from this thing & only sustaining more stings as its
tentacles brushed all over my body, I finally ended up holding onto the
airbed groaning & crying from the pain whilst the lad was now screaming &
crying in fright.

Having raised the alarm a rescue launch came out to us, this was a rigid
inflatable boat powered by a powerful Johnson outboard, as it pulled up
alongside, 2 powerful pairs of arms dragged me into the boat & It was only
then that I saw bits of the jellyfish stuck on my body & legs, the lad
clambered on board the boat with his airbed & the boat sped towards the
beach, even though I was in a lot of pain, a ride on a boat like this would
have been very thrilling, finally I was taken off to a waiting ambulance to
the local hospital where I was given some very strong painkillers whilst
they removed the remaining tentacles, I now had loads of red weals all over
my body which looked horrifying, I spent the night there fast asleep dead
to the world & left the following day with a large jar of ointment, I
returned to the scout camp in the minibus to take things easy for the day &
despite my appearance I laid on the grass outside my tent sunbathing until
I had to join in with the work tasks & preparing our evening meal, for that
our youngest boy threw a bucket of water over me as I lay there in just my
swimming trunks, I quickly got up & chased him around the camp site finally
bringing him down with a flying tackle & tickling the hell out of him, he
was giggling his head off & telling me to stop, his cock became as hard as
a nail & when I felt it saying. "What's this then, you have a boner," he
elicited a loud sigh & as I felt more of his cock he just laid there with a
huge smile on his face, I said to him.

"You really like that, don't you?"



Seamus came from an Irish family & although he's the youngest boy in the
troop having only turned 11 in June, already he was a well built lad with
brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles on his face who always seemed to have a
cheeky smile, standing at 5 foot 2 inches, he certainly had a wiry physique
in the first stages of muscular development, he was mad about football &
played well for his primary school, knowing that he would be starting
secondary school in September his father regularly takes him out running &
enrolled him in the local football club which will give him an edge when he
starts his first games lessons, with most boys having just lazed around
during the holidays it normally takes them about 6 weeks to regain their
fitness by which time the October half term holiday has arrived.

Having seen the lad shirtless & wearing only his swimming trunks I saw the
fluffs of hair under his armpits & having felt his hard cock I knew that he
must be packing at least 4 inches down there with a bulge in his trunks the
equal to most 13 year olds, even though we were both still wearing only our
swimming trunks we walked to a remote part of the woods & I fondled him,
his cock immediately became hard & he asked me.

"Has anyone ever played with your cock when it gets hard?"

"Yes, it's only ever been a boy in my class, why do you ask?"

"I keep playing with mine, it feels so good every time I do it, I have
always wondered what its like to have a friend do it and can I feel yours?"

I was taken back by his direct approach & in a way it was to be expected
especially when I'm packing 8 inches of rock hard teen meat inside my
swimming trunks which must be the size of a golf ball & 2 inches across at
the head making for a monstrous bulge for a 14 year old & certainly I'm
more conscious of my bulge whenever I'm just wearing my trunks & I've
noticed how other peoples gazes also fall upon my bulge & also look at my
cock in the changing rooms at school which I'm slowly getting used to.

Seamus felt my huge rock hard cock which twitched in his hand & started
spewing out pre-cum through the material of the trunks, I was so hard when
he brazenly untied the cord, pulled down the front of my trunks & started
wanking my cock as he said.

"You have got such a huge cock, will mine get that big?"

"When you're older & have grown more."

My voice had totally changed as those feelings rapidly built up & several
huge jets of spunk flew out several feet with such a powerful orgasm I was
on the point of screaming & my legs about to give way, Seamus looked on in
surprise as those blasts flew out of my cock, he too was also worked up & a
small wet spot appeared on the front of his swimming trunks, I untied his
cord, pulled down his trunks seeing that he already had a pubic bush & gave
his cock a wank, he was now uttering sighs & mewling when his feelings
built up & he was writhing & almost screaming at the intensity of his
orgasm when a single jet of clear liquid squirted out from his cock, he
beamed in delight as he said.

"I've just shot my first load of spunk!"

I too remember that moment of immense pride when my cock shot out its first
ever offering of clear boy spunk like a fountain at 11 years old & now it
was young Seamus's turn, even though homosexuality in the UK was illegal at
the time it didn't stop youngsters playing with each other & certainly
didn't stop me, Tom, Bernie, Clive or anyone else for that matter, it must
be the human spirit in all of us, we finally walked back to our encampment
& joined the rest of the lads in a game of football.



During that camp those weals now itched like hell & I was now having to
apply the ointment on myself regularly, the following day the youngster I
rescued came to visit the troop at the camp site with his parents to thank
me, Alex was such a bubbly lad the same age & size as Seamus with mousey
coloured hair, blue eyes & a beautiful angelic face, he had so much to talk
about I decided to give him a guided tour of the camp site, the sights of
the boys in other troops wearing mainly shorts & tee shirts just being
themselves pleased him & started his interest in the scout movement, I took
him to visit a sea scout troop who welcomed me in open arms as they already
knew about the rescue at West beach, we sat down at their dining shelter
just chatting & they kindly gave us some orange squash each,

All too soon our camp was over & we were returning to our homes, Alex & I
exchanged addresses & it wasn't long before he came to visit us & had a
sleepover with me, I badly wanted to sink my huge rampant cock inside his
pussy hole & breed him my spunk, to do that we would have to camp out
together, my brains now set to work & I would have to borrow some kit for
him & find him a bicycle.



Came the day, I had already scrounged most of a bike from the dump & made
it serviceable, borrowed a sleeping bag, scrounged 2 ration packs &
hexamine stoves from the army barracks &c, we were ready for our camp out
by the river, only my bike had a rack on the front which just about fitted
the US Army pup tent, I just about managed to squeeze both sleeping bags,
the food, water bottle &c into the rucksack & rolled up the groundsheet &
tied it onto the crossbar.

After adjusting the bike for Alex, we rode to my usual camping spot by the
river on a nice sunny day & pitched the tent, this became a great adventure
for Alex as it was his first time camping, we changed into our swimming
trunks & swam in the river, I became satisfied knowing that he's a good
strong swimmer & both of us swam across to the other side & sat on the bank
watching the boats go by, we talked a lot about our lives & the scouts,
after a while we swam back & laid down on our towels on the grass
sunbathing, we ate some of the sweets from our ration packs which is the
first time Alex had ever seen one & was fascinated as I showed him the
contents, he slowly came out of his shell & started to fondle me at which
my cock became rock hard inside my speedos making an obscenely huge bulge &
leaking pre-cum forming a huge wet spot on the front, his curiosity got the
better of him when he felt it making it twitch & asking me.

"You have such a big one, can you shoot spunk yet?"

"I certainly can & if you keep that up I will be shooting off a load inside
my trunks."

This lad now had my lust for him flowing through my body & I said to him.

"We shouldn't be doing that out in the open, other people might see us," he
laid back down & I saw that he too had a boner inside his swimming trunks &
wondering if anyone else has played with it, I saved that question for
later.



It was time to cook the evening meal, I lit up the hexamine stove & boiled
the rice with the 2 opened tins of beef stew in the large mess tin & served
his portion onto an enameled plate whilst I ate mine from my mess tin, this
was followed by eating 2 fruit biscuits which are like garibaldi biscuits,
one AB biscuit with chicken spread & we both had fruit cocktails for
dessert washed down with tea after which I took my water bottle & the empty
tins the short distance to Boveney lock to refill the water bottle &
dispose of the rubbish, on my return I washed the plate, mug & mess tin in
the river before drying them with a tea towel, we both enjoyed our meal &
the next one would be our nightcap of soup before we retire.

We laid on top of our sleeping bags with the tent doors open listening to
Radio Caroline on my little transistor radio before having to re tune it to
Radio Luxembourg, as the evening wore on Alex wanted to play with my cock &
put his hand on it, once again it became rock hard inside my swimming
trunks, Alex too was rock hard even though his cock was probably about 4
inches long nesting within a few pubic hairs, I untied the cord of his
swimming trunks, pulled them down for him & sucked on his cock.

He immediately started humping into my mouth uttering grunts, sighs &
mewling sounds with the intense sensations he was now experiencing, I
lightly stroked his tiny nipples which added to his feelings & now he was
humping away with gusto & loving every minute of it until his feelings
built up into a tremendous orgasm with his dry cum which was so intense I
was now torturing him as he thrashed around writhing & screaming begging me
to stop, as he came down from his afterglow he beamed out saying. "That was
fantastic," I asked him.

"Has another boy done anything like this to you?"



He recounted his experience of a 13 year old who fucked him up his boy
pussy hole, although his cock was smaller at about 5 inches & he did shoot
his offering of boy spunk inside him, I knew that I was packing a real man
sized cock which would very likely hurt him, I desperately wanted to breed
his boy pussy hole with it & he was begging me, lust was now racing through
my body as I lubed him up & slowly started to push my huge rampant 14 year
old cock inside him, I took the greatest of care with him & let it settle
when it was part of the way in when it started hurting him even though I
was now breeding his pussy with pre-cum, it took a god awful long time to
finally get it in there all the way to my balls & even more patience
waiting whilst my cock was twitching & jerking like mad almost on the point
of coming, he finally gave me the signal to start & I slowly plowed into
him with slow strokes into the tightest boy pussy hole I have ever been in
to, I only managed to last a few strokes when I blasted several huge jets
of hot spunk deep inside him with a tremendous orgasm aided by him having
another dry cum & his pussy hole clenching wildly on my cock, I was almost
screaming my head off, finally we laid down on our sides with my rock hard
cock still inside him jerking long after my offering of teenage spunk was
spent, my cock remained hard all the time & he was quite content for me to
leave it inside him as it gave him very nice feelings of fullness, his cock
too was still rock hard as I reached over & started slowly wanking it for
him, once again his feelings built up to another dry cum & his clenching
boy pussy hole took me over the edge as another load of spunk flooded into
him in several huge gushes.

Finally my cock deflated & I pulled out of him, when I opened the tent
doors it was almost dark so I asked him to come skinny dipping & once we
were in the river he pushed my spunk out underwater just as I asked him to.



He was apprehensive at first having never swam in the nude, as soon as we
were in the water he really loved it especially with all the excitement he
was now experiencing, we looked like Greek gods in the water which felt
lovely & warm we both wished we could stay here forever, we did have a
lovely session in the river but now our beds were beckoning & I had to cook
our nightcap of hot chicken soup on the hexamine stove, as we drank the
thick warming liquid Alex thanked me for giving him such a wonderful day,
we finally retired for the night, I buttoned up the tent doors, slipped
inside my sleeping bag with this lovely young lad next to me inside another
one, finally I switched off the torch plunging us into total darkness owing
to the tent's canvas blocking out any light.



We awoke to the sounds of the river with birdsong all around us & the tent
now heating up in the sun, we both put on our swimming trunks & went
swimming in the river after which I cooked our breakfasts on the hexamine
stove, the aroma of the burning hexamine fuel tablet wafted all around us
as I cooked the slices of bacon grill followed by making porridge from a
mixture of oatmeal blocks, AB biscuits & powdered milk which required me to
boil up some water in my large mess tin thankfully leaving enough for our
cups of tea, after breakfast we struck camp & rode to my place to drop off
the rucksack before going swimming at the local outdoor pool to be admitted
for free as mum's a cashier.



We spent the latter part of the morning until lunchtime, after lunch I took
him to the clubhouse on Baths island, the railway runs right next to the
building after crossing the railway bridge onto brick built arches next to
the clubhouse, we crept inside one of them & I gave him a really good blow
job followed by lubing him up & pounding into his pussy hole, he gasped out
loud when my hot spunk flooded into his chute & gave him the most awesome
feelings, before we left for his train I told him to squat down & eject my
cum onto the ground thereby minimizing any leakage into his underwear.

I saw Alex off & watch the train leave as he leaned out of the open window
& waved goodbye, we already exchanged our addresses & looked forward to
another hot steamy sleepover.

I returned to the pool & changed into my swimming trunks as the weather was
hot & sunny, the pool was crowded so I walked across the car park & sat
outside the toilet block, with the close proximity of the river to the pool
the sight of youngsters in swimming trunks was a common one, the hole
between both toilet cubicles was still there & stories were rife about lads
having their cocks sucked, the graffiti was plentiful on both the walls &
the door & the urinals reeked of stale urine.

A blond haired teenage lad of about 16 wearing only a pair of school navy
blue cotton PE shorts which were a tight fit on him & about 2 sizes too
small walked in to take a piss, owing to that type of shorts not having a
fly & the tight fit on him he had to pull them down, I went in to have a
piss & couldn't, instead my cock became so hard the head pushed right out
through the foreskin, he gazed in astonishment at my huge cock on my 14
year old frame & couldn't take his eyes off it, finally he said in a
guttural voice.

"If you don't mind me saying, that's a huge cock for a lad of your size, I
wouldn't mind betting that someone else has played with it?"

"It seems that you like what you see & yes there's no shortage of others
wanting to play with it."

He wrapped his hand round my cock giving it a good wank & within a couple
of minutes several jets of spunk flew out hitting the wall of the urinal
whilst I was wanking his cock which was slightly shorter than mine & fatter
& he too shot his load shortly after, he pulled up his shorts & walked out
only to sit outside near the building.

As I walked out, I saw him sitting there & he beckoned me to sit next to
him, we told each other our names & his was Jack, he struck up a
conversation wanting another session & I replied.

"If you don't mind a night out beside the river camped out in a tent then
both of us will have a really good time together."

"I like your idea, I used to be a scout & still have my camping gear, could
we meet outside the pool at 7-30 this evening with both our bikes & kit."

"Yeah, sure, I have a tent & we'll both use that."



I returned with my camping gear inside my rucksack & the tent strapped onto
the rack on my bicycle to find Jack waiting for me with his bike &
rucksack, we rode along the bridge which crosses the river onto a path
which led to the towpath beside the river which we followed until we
arrived at my usual camping spot, we quickly pitched the tent, laid out our
groundsheets & bedding & finally sat beside the river listening to Radio
Caroline on my pocket transistor radio talking about our lives in general.

Jack really liked my choice of camping spot & the tent itself telling me
that I had a really good one, earlier on I had taken the liberty of
searching the lost property basket for a pair of nylon speedo swimming
trunks having found a black pair which was larger than mine guessing that
they would fit him nicely with the ulterior motive of having my sex partner
for the night wearing speedos which we changed into & went swimming in the
river, I quickly realized that he liked them very much judging by the huge
bulge of his erect cock inside the swimming trunks knowing that the silky
nylon material was working its magic on his cock, it wasn't long before he
said to me.



"These trunks are really fantastic, it's just like wearing a pair of girl's
knickers & I would also go to say they are truly erotic, who would have
thought that just putting on a pair of trunks would give me such a hard
on."



"I found that out some time ago having shot my spunk inside them in class a
few times & yes we'll be giving the attention both our cocks so richly
deserve later on, later on when it gets dark we're both going skinny
dipping."



He was also the first to comment on my breasts which had grown larger as a
result of my swimming training & looked like the Charles Atlas picture in
the mirror, it was something else about them he made the comments about
when we hugged each other kissing & grinding our nylon encased cocks into
each other.



"You've got such huge nipples, they're really puffed out making your
breasts look like those on a girl," he gently stroked them with his fingers
& they immediately became hard & stuck out like bullets, not only that, his
ministrations on them felt so awesome even though they were highly
sensitive & I felt lovely feelings in my cock & balls, he then asked me to
suck on them & when he did the feelings were so fantastic, this was the
first time anyone had played with them which was a totally new experience
for me & one which I will continue to use with my partners.

We both swam in the river & seeing both of us were good swimmers we swam
across to the opposite side of the river & sat down talking, it was at that
point Rick came past in his old rusting hulk of a canal boat & sounded his
klaxon horn with its ahoogah sound like an old vintage car which made us
both laugh, he berthed the vessel alongside asking us.



"How would you two like to camp on an island? It's where I moor my boat
now."



The thoughts of camping on an island appealed to both of us although I had
my paper round to do, we chatted amongst ourselves & decided on a one night
stay with him collecting us in his old Morris minor 1000 car from the
swimming pool car park on a Saturday evening, we talked for a while until
he left with the vessel getting under way, we swam back across the river,
got out & dried ourselves off before I boiled up some water in my mess tin
on a hexamine cooker for a cup of tea with some biscuits followed by
entering my tent, moving our sleeping bags out of the way &Jack knelt down
on all fours presenting me with his teen pussy hole begging for my cock.

I lubed Jack's pussy & pushed my cock straight in to my balls expecting a
tight fit & it went straight in, I plowed into him with slow strokes
feeding him the fluids leaking from my huge cock & those lovely feelings
building up as my cock became even harder when jet after jet of my hot
spunk flooded into Jack's pussy hole with a tremendous orgasm which almost
had me screaming my head off, my spunk flooding into him resulted in him
shooting out a huge load from his cock onto the groundsheet & his pussy
hole clamping onto my cock made my orgasm even more intense, finally we
just laid there in our hugely satisfying afterglows smoking a cigarette
each before we fondled & made love to each other.

It was fully dark when I looked out of the tent & we went skinny dipping,
Jack found it to be a highly exhilarating experience to swim in the nude,
both our bodies looked beautiful in the water on this lovely starlit night,
whenever we turned onto our backs our pubic bushes were plainly visible to
anyone who happened to walk by, we spent most of the time just treading
water but had to swim owing to the mild slow current, after what must have
been an age we got out & dried ourselves off & entered the tent for another
session, this time it was my teen pussy hole which was going to receive
Jack's extraordinarily thick cock, after he lubed me up he slowly pushed
his rampant throbbing leaking cock inside my pussy hole, it's twitching &
jerking kept doing the most amazing things to my love button inside making
me feel I was on the verge of shooting another load as he plowed into me
with my cock dripping pre-cum onto the groundsheet, he didn't last long
either as his cock suddenly expanded just as my first jet of spunk flew out
of my cock, with my pussy now clamping onto his cock he flooded my pussy
with another load of hot spunk which felt truly amazing as it flooded into
me with several squirts, finally we just laid there in our afterglows when
he opened up a tobacco tin & prepared a joint by the light of my torch
which we smoked between us, it gave me a nice mild effect making me sleepy
so I exited the tent totally naked & walked a few paces away to dump the
spunk onto the grass, I re-entered to finally clean up the groundsheet, put
our sleeping bags back, buttoned up the entrance & we slipped into our
sleeping bags for the night, when I finally switched off the torch the
inside of the tent was totally pitch black & it wasn't long before I fell
asleep.



We woke up to a beautiful sunny morning & the inside of the tent was
already heating up inside so I threw the flaps open letting in some fresh
air & airing out our sleeping bags, we put on our swimming trunks & went
for a nice cooling swim in the river, after our swim I cooked our
breakfasts of bacon grill, baked beans, fruit biscuits with chicken spread
washed down with coffee listening to Radio Caroline as the aroma of the
burning hexamine tablet wafted all around us & all this time we had
remained in our swimming trunks & neither of us wanted to change into
anything else, we both agreed this is how camping should be, we both loved
being scantily clad & remained like that until we struck camp, packed my
tent & our kit away & rode to our homes knowing that we'll both be seeing
each other at either the pool itself or in the car park.



The week passed by with my spending days at the pool leaving in the
afternoon to do my paper round on my bike, like most youngsters I swam a
lot (mum always made sure that I done my quota of lengths to keep fit),
went diving off the boards, laid on my towel sunbathing, ate ice cream &
drank ice cold Pepsi cola straight from the fridge, sometimes I would find
a boy for sex & sneak off into a store room or just wank each other in a
cubicle, it was common for boys to walk out through the gate wearing only
their swimming trunks either to the toilets across the car park where they
gathered on the grass outside or take the short walk to the river, I had
one more trick up my sleeve which I normally only ever used for either Tom
or Bernie in the form of a skeleton key.

I recently found this key on my paper round & as luck would have it, it
fitted the lock on the old dilapidated football pavilion where Bernie & I
went for our lunchtime smoke & sex, it also fitted the store rooms at the
pool, our shed & the clubhouse on Baths Island, it is to there that I
walked the entire length of the car park with a boy of the same age as
myself for sex wearing only our swimming trunks knowing that the building
is ideal plus we could share a bottle of beer & have a cigarette at the
bar.

The boy I had with me this time was Wolfgang, a 14 year old blond haired
lad from Bavaria in Germany on his summer holidays with his aunt, I had
already palled up with him during his visits to the pool & boy was he hot,
our first time was in one of the store rooms where he sucked off my cock,
he too had a huge cock of the same size as mine & could also shoot a huge
load of spunk, this time I wanted to give him a good time with a treat
which was my motive for leading him inside the club house, we crept into
the grounds by edging along the narrow ledge of the Windsor railway bridge
alongside the River Thames, I opened the door with the key & once inside
locked the door behind me, took out a bottle of German lager from the
fridge, opened it & poured it into a plastic cup each, what we were doing
was highly sneaky & thrilling at the same time, we both smoked a cigarette
each whilst sat at the bar with our beers, fortunately the curtains were
drawn & we embraced with a long hug grinding our silky nylon encased cocks
into each other whilst passionately kissing before we untied each others
tie cords & slowly pulled the trunks down to both stand totally naked
inside the clubhouse, Wolfgang bent over holding a chair whilst I lubed up
his pussy hole with the Vaseline from my duffle bag & slowly pushed my rock
hard cock into him, now he was uttering a string of expletives in German
which I couldn't understand yet he spoke perfect English, his cock was
constantly dripping pre-cum onto the chair, mine was twitching & jerking
like mad inside him as I held him by the hips & slowly plowed into him with
long slow strokes, I became so excited especially as Wolfgang as a partner
was the equal of Tom & soon unloaded a huge load of hot spunk into him
which started him uttering loud sighs when his pussy hole clamped onto my
cock & spunk erupted from his cock in several powerful blasts some of which
landed on the curtains about 6 feet away.

Even though we were both experiencing lovely afterglows we had to clean off
all of Wolfgang's spunk from the floor, the chair & finally the curtain &
all we had was the cloth used to clean the scoreboard beside the dartboard,
we then went onto playing a game of darts in the nude whilst my spunk
dripped from his pussy hole onto the rubber distance mat, he beat me in
that game fair & square & I finally had to use the cloth to clean my spunk
from the mat & put the darts away, we put on our swimming trunks, left the
clubhouse & sat on the boat jetty beside the river making small talk, I
wanted him to have a sleepover with me in my tent beside the river &
arranged it for Friday which was 3 days away which gave me enough time to
scrounge 4 ration packs from the army barracks with a pair of mess tins,
the sleeping bag I would have to borrow from Bernie.



Wolfgang came to my house joining us for our evening meal & we left on both
my bicycle & the one I had built for Alex which had remained unused since
then, Wolfgang rode my bike with the pup tent lashed onto the rack with
bungee cords whilst I rode the other bike with a full rucksack on my back
to my usual camping spot, Wolfgang helped me erect the tent which was a
skill he was no stranger to, we laid out the groundsheet & sleeping bags,
changed into our swimming trunks & sat beside the river listening to Radio
Caroline on my pocket radio on a nice late sunny evening, after a while we
went swimming in the river & Wolfgang surprised me by being faster than me
on the swim across the river, he obviously trained with a club & a true
mark of a competitive swimmer is the ability to swim butterfly stroke which
Wolfgang does really well, I wasn't surprised when he told me that he won
the Bavarian schools under 13 & under 14 titles, when it got dark we went
skinny-dipping in the river, Wolfgang is quite used to this as the Germans
have a totally different attitude towards nudity so skinny-dipping, nude
sunbathing, nude ball games &c are quite the norm which explains why he's
confident with his body & totally ignores anyone gazing at him as though he
was fully clothed.

It was a bright moonlit night when we entered the river totally naked; our
bodies seemed to reflect the moonlight & looked like fine art life in
motion as we swam, we were totally at peace with ourselves on this special
night even though my thoughts were with the minutes ticking away till we
finally exited the water, dried off & presented my boy pussy to receive
Wolfgang's rampant cock.



When we did finally exit the water, we hugged each other in a lovers
embrace with our cocks pressing into each other with our towels draped over
ourselves fondling, kissing each other & he sucked on my nipples which felt
really awesome, this time we didn't enter the tent, instead we laid our
towels on the grass outside & I positioned myself on all fours whilst
Wolfgang went into my bag for the lube, he prepared my pussy hole & slowly
pushed his huge rampant cock inside me whilst uttering a string of
expletives in German & plowed into me, when I came it was the most amazing
feeling with my spunk blasting out of my cock in a series of jets & my
pussy hole being flooded with hot spunk both at the same time, my pussy
hole must have gone into overdrive clenching like mad on his cock as he was
almost screaming with his orgasm.

We just laid there in our fantastic afterglows on our towels totally naked
without a care in the world even if someone did walk by, both our cocks
were still leaking out their after leakages of remaining spunk, after a few
moments we both lit up our cigarettes & I lit up the hexamine stove to boil
up a mess tin of water for our nightcap of hot chicken soup, although
Wolfgang & I have had the most amazing sex between us, I really liked the
idea of nude camping & all those pictures in the health & efficiency
magazines now seemed to come to life in my mind as I began to relate to
them, finally we entered the tent for a really peaceful sleep.



We woke up the following morning to a cloudy day with a strong breeze
blowing which ruffled the canvas of the tent, we exited the tent wearing
only our swimming trunks out into a cool morning for another swim in the
river, although there had been no change of temperature of the water, the
river seemed warmer in the cool morning air, we just spent a few moments in
the water as I had to cook our breakfasts, strike camp, go home & sort out
my kit for another night out, this time on an island on the river, just as
we were about to leave it started raining so all we could do is to wait it
out with groundsheets draped over ourselves whilst sat there, fortunately
it was just a quick shower so I re-packed the groundsheets & we rode home
where we exchanged names & addresses & became pen pals.



I spent the rest of the morning airing out the sleeping bags, hung the
groundsheets & tent out to dry, cleaned up the mess tins & went to the pool
on my bike, that afternoon I had my kit packed & ready, went on my paper
round (Saturday's pay day), when I finished I had my evening meal & rode to
the pool leaving the bike parked in a store room & sat outside waiting for
Jack who arrived a few minutes later, I took his bike to the store room &
when I returned through the gate there was Rick waiting for us in his
Morris Minor.

He drove us to Shiplake church where he parked the car & we walked downhill
with our kit along an unsurfaced path which led to the riverbank where we
boarded the old rusting hulk of a canal boat called the Countess of Clewer
for the short trip to The Lynch, an island on the River Thames, Rick
started up the single cylinder Petters diesel engine which started up with
its chug chug exhaust note blowing a plume of smoke out from the exhaust
stack, Rick released the mooring lines, fended off the bow, selected
forward gear & the vessel cruised at its slow leisurely pace to the island,
the vessel took a right hand turn to enter the backwater passing a huge
tree which towered at least 100 feet high which is right on the island's
riverbank, next to it was a diving board & a rope swing hung down from a
stout branch, Tom told me about this island as it was where he went on his
first summer camp with his troop.



Both Jack & I gazed at the island becoming captivated by its beauty, there
were a number of trees growing which were about 20 to 30 feet high, the
island was crisscrossed with tracks, the southern end was like a grassy
meadow & at the northern end of the meadow was a garden shed which
obviously contained gardening tools as the island had a well kept
appearance & the grass meadow had been cut recently & there was also a
small log cabin near the shed.

Rick berthed the vessel on the main channel side & we disembarked with our
kit & the tent, followed Rick to the centre of the island to a clearing
where we pitched the tent, laid out the groundsheets & sleeping bags, we
both gazed around at our surroundings which reminded me of the island in
the Swallows & Amazons book by Jonathon Swift, Rick's WW2 British army
khaki coloured bivouac tent stood nearby, he had dug out a fire pit for the
cooking fire which had ashes in the pit & a wood pile nearby.

We changed into our swimming trunks & walked to the swimming area, I stood
on the diving board & with a long pole I could reach the rope & swing into
the river off the board, I stood on the board facing the evening sun,
composed myself & dived into the river followed shortly by jack, Rick too
had changed into his swimming trunks & joined us in the fun, he knew where
the pole was located & soon had the rope in our hands which we used to
swing & drop into the river, we all enjoyed ourselves swimming, diving,
jumping & swinging into the river & after we dried ourselves off we
remained in the nude & went exploring the island whilst Rick lit the fire.



Rick joined us as we walked around the island & he too was totally naked,
his huge cock dangled at least half way down his thighs & swung sexily as
he walked, it didn't take him long for his monstrously huge cock to get
fully hard especially with 2 lovely naked teens with him & right now his
eye was on my teen boy pussy hole & my rock hard cock, we embraced each
other & he stroked my huge erect nipples pointing out from my pointed
breasts, just the appearance of those pert breasts having the appearance of
those of a young girl fuelled his lust even more & he started sucking on my
nipples which felt so awesome especially in both my balls & cock that I
very nearly shot off a load of spunk, Rick stopped his ministrations for a
few moments while I lit up a cigarette which helped calm down my hugely
rampant cock, when I finished my fag I bent over presenting my teen boy
pussy hole to Rick who lubed me up & slowly pushed his 9.5 inches of
throbbing man meat inside my pussy hole & rested it for a while saying.



"I just love to do young swimmer boys, I love seeing them in tight fitting
swimming trunks, they're so fit & healthy & I just love the taste of their
spunk, it's so sweet & you've got a nice tight hole for me, I'm really
going to enjoy you."



OMG, this man was singing the praises about my body, he must have been
turned on at the sight of me at the river swims & on the river bank when I
was camping with friends, now I'm here on what must be a private island
with no cares about nudity totally naked & about to be plowed by the
biggest cock I've ever taken in my young life by someone who really knows
how to use it & give the utmost pleasure to a youngster, what surprised me
is that above all else he made absolutely sure he didn't hurt me in any way
& now his cock was doing the most amazing things to my love button deep
inside, my cock was dripping pre-cum onto the grass & the feelings were so
awesome.

He plowed into me with very slow long strokes mainly to prolong the session
but more so to ensure I don't shoot off a load of spunk within seconds with
the resultant boy pussy clamping like mad onto his cock & triggering his
premature ejaculation, this alone told me that I was being serviced by a
highly experienced person.



Rick gave me a highly enjoyable fuck during which he gave my rock hard cock
a few strokes, kneaded my balls & stroked my nipples which brought me to a
highly intense enjoyable orgasm as my cock blasted out several powerful
squirts of spunk which flew out several feet without me touching it, as
soon as my hole clamped onto Rick's huge cock he unloaded several huge
blasts of hot spunk inside me with the hot liquid feeling so awesome adding
to my hugely orgasmic feelings & almost had me screaming my head off
leaving me in a hugely satisfying afterglow whilst he fondled, hugged &
kissed me whilst sucking on my nipples, he then turned his attention to
Jack giving him a fantastic blow job, sucking on his nipples & pounding a
finger into his pussy hole, when Jack came his orgasm was so intense he
screamed out so loud begging Rick to stop which must have been heard all
over the island, finally he kissed us both giving us a taste of Jack's
spunk before finally swallowing it, finally we went skinny dipping in the
backwater which was both highly enjoyable & very exciting not knowing if a
passer by could come walking along the towpath & remained in there for a
while until Rick gave us the signal that he was about to heat up our soup,
we dried ourselves off & remained naked whilst we sat down by the fire.



Rick now turned his attention to the fire boiling up some water for our
nightcap of hot soup before we retired for the night, once inside our
sleeping bags I switched off the torch plunging both of us into pitch
blackness.

The following morning we awoke to the sounds of birds, ducks quacking
nearby & as I opened the tent doors the scents of the island wafted in
freshening the air inside the tent, we donned our swimming trunks & went
swimming in the backwater by the huge tree whilst Rick cooked our
breakfasts over the fire, soon the smell of bacon cooking wafted across the
water exciting our hunger & practically driving us out of the water, we
quickly dried off & remained in our swimming trunks which we wore all
morning joining Rick at the fire for our full English breakfasts which he
served in our mess tins with mugs of coffee made with condensed milk &
sweetened with honey, Rick certainly knew how to cook good meals finding
his way to our hearts through our stomachs & like the good boy scouts we
both were we dutifully washed up & dried the dishes & went onto airing our
sleeping bags & groundsheets, we spent some of the morning listening to
Radio Caroline on my pocket transistor radio, later that morning a group of
youngsters from Shiplake College arrived on the opposite bank, changed into
their swimming trunks which they all wore under their trousers, swam across
to the island for their frolics on the diving board & rope swing, they were
quite happy for us to join in & they must have been about the same age as
myself, we all had a good time there with Rick taking photos with his
camera until they left for their lunch at the college.



Rick cooked our Sunday lunches followed by our dutifully washing & drying
the dishes, striking camp & finally changing into our clothes still wearing
our swimming trunks underneath our trousers, Rick took us back to the
riverbank in the grounds of the college mooring the vessel & driving both
of us to the swimming pool car park thus ending a highly enjoyable first
visit to that magical island on the river with more to come that summer.



Our best visit to the island that year saw myself; Bernie, Tom, Wolfgang,
Jack & Andrew camping there on the August bank holiday weekend, to do this
we borrowed the troop's trek cart & traveled by train to Reading General
station which brought reminders of the previous years summer camp in Devon
coming back especially with having to dismantle & reassemble the trek cart
several times for the platform changes & getting it onto Rick's boat at
Reading bridge, having got the cart with our kit on board, Rick released
the mooring lines & maneuvered the countess through the turn to cruise at
its leisurely pace to the island passing it by & entering the backwater
giving the passengers a good view of the island before exiting the
backwater at the southern end & berthing at its normal spot, seeing it was
unnecessary to reassemble the cart it was left in a dismantled state on
board the vessel, we carried our kit with the 2 US army pup tents to the
camping area & erected both tents & a bivouac tent basha out of 2 British
army poncho basha sheets, the sleeping arrangements we settled on were Tom
& Bernie in my US army pup tent, Andrew & Jack in Tom's US army pup tent &
Wolfgang & myself in the poncho basha erected from 2 ponchos in a classic
open bivouac tent shape which he called a zeltbahn which is German for a
shelter sheet, Rick had the fire pit ready with an ex army dixie cooking
pot which resembled a heavy oval bucket with a lid, a grate for the fire &
some ex army cooking cutlery, we had our mess tins, mugs & cutlery &
Wolfgang would be taking home a set of British army mess tins, brown
British army enameled mug, Richards Compactum clip together cutlery set & a
British army poncho rain cape groundsheet shelter basha which he bought
from the local army surplus shop, we had to pay Rick some money as he went
shopping & bought the fresh food & drink for the weekend saving us using
army ration packs.



Our camping area looked just like any at scout camp & was neatly laid out,
we changed into our swimming trunks & went swimming, diving & swimming in
the backwater joining in with a group of lads from Shiplake college also
swimming there, we had a great time with those wonderful lads who came over
& looked over our camp site with a lot of interest before they left for
their lunch at the college.

Rick too had our lunch cooking on the fire & served it up into our mess
tins which was just a simple affair as everyone wanted the typical British
sausage, egg & chips, after doing the dishes we took our towels & basked in
the sun at the southern end of the island watching the boats go by &
listening to Radio Caroline on Andrew's Bush TR82 portable radio, we were 6
teenage lads in the prime of youth full of promise for the future about to
start our final year or two of schooling after which we will be full of
hope for our careers whatever that may be, we were growing into the pick of
the crop shortly to take our places within the working population, to face
more of life's challenges such as learning to drive or ride a motorcycle,
taking vocational exams as part of apprenticeships &c to finally take our
places in the workforce as those who have done their time finally retire at
65, it's just a continuous turn round of people, already our teachers are
giving us career lectures fuelling our desires on what we want to be
(hopefully), right now we were enjoying ourselves on this magical island
without a care in the world, this was much better than scout camp, very
soon our swimming trunks came off & we remained totally naked for the rest
of the day.

Later on that afternoon we went to the swimming area jumping, diving,
swinging off the rope swing & swimming, all totally in the nude, we were so
carefree having all this fun in the sun & Rick took a number of photos.



We laid on our towels basking in the sun which went onto fondling, kissing
& making love to our partners which went onto a full blown orgy, Wolfgang
sucked off my cock whilst massaging my sensitive nipples which had me
shooting off a load of spunk into his mouth which he swallowed, I returned
him the service & he came within seconds giving me a tasty load to swallow.

Andrew was fucking Jack & those two were going at it with gusto & he didn't
last long at all as his spunk flowed into Jack's chute & he returned the
service, Bernie plowed into Tom who blasted his load out without touching
his cock onto the grass as Bernie's spunk flooded into him, we had not long
cleaned our cocks from their after leakage & dumped spunk from our boy
pussy holes onto the grass when I saw someone walking along the towpath
walking a German shepherd dog, we quickly ran back to our tents & donned
our swimming trunks just in time as it wouldn't do for 6 naked teenage lads
to be seen on the island which was a close call.



We now got on with peeling potatoes, cutting & dicing vegetables &c for our
hotpot evening meal which would take Rick about 2 hours to cook in the
Dixie over the fire during which we had a visit from the warden at the
college who joined us for a chat with a mug of tea, we had a good long chat
with him telling us loads of very funny jokes which had us laughing our
heads off, Andrew got us teamed up & briefed us for a brilliant camp fire
skit, the scenario was a group of Australian students setting up a barbecue
in St Peters square hoping that they may get to see the pope, Rick played
the part of the pope whilst I played the part of the student who ran off &
hid behind a corner whilst Rick came out & gesticulated the sign of the
cross & walked away.

I returned back to the group saying my line.



"You lucky bleeders, I just watched the pope come out & give you lot the
sign of the cross."



Andrew gesticulated the sign saying.



"You! Take that barbecue & your mates & buzz off."



We had truly performed a brilliant skit as our guest was now laughing his
head off, he told us some really good war stories & about his times in RAF
Bomber command which we listened to with keen interest & told us about his
times in the scouts before the war, it had certainly been a good couple of
hours & the hotpot was now ready to be served, fortunately Rick had cooked
enough to serve our guest a portion washed down with a mug of tea.

Our guest left us with a very good impression of our group, he could see
that we were a well organized bunch who kept a tidy camp site & it really
pleased him to know that we were scouts.

All too soon the wonderful break on this magical island came to an end but
not before having the most amazing sex, skinny-dipping, being naked a lot
of the time as well as wearing only swimming trunks thankful that our
activities of iniquity hadn't reached the ears of the warden, the time had
come for us to finally strike camp & return to Windsor by train.



The final days of the holiday were spent mainly at the pool & soon
afterwards Wolfgang returned to Germany, Tom & I returned to the island for
a one night sleepover in my US army pup tent during which Rick fucked both
of us with his huge cock, he really knows how to use it & takes the
greatest of care not to hurt either of us, he also taught us something else
which was how to massage each others prostates which is truly awesome,
whenever he does it to me my cock leaks out so much & it feels really good.

We returned to school for our 4th year (Year 10) blessed with the memories
of that heady summer especially of our time on the island wondering if my
classmates had as good a time as we did knowing that it's a hard act to
follow, it was some weeks later when I called into WH Smiths during a lunch
hour & looked at a Health & Efficiency magazine, I love looking at this
magazine seeing people of all ages totally naked & every time I always got
a huge boner, this time I became so hard that my foreskin peeled back by
itself, I was heavily leaking pre-cum & those feelings rapidly built up
with me uttering several grunts as a load of spunk gushed into my bottle
green speedo swimming trunks which I wore instead of underpants, the centre
pages had the photos of our group on the island, I took the magazine to the
cashier who gave me a strange look which was understandable as I was
wearing school uniform, I paid for the magazine, placed it inside my duffle
bag & quietly returned to school.



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