Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2019 12:55:13 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: The face, part 2

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The face, part two.

Naples, Summer 2015.

Anita and Dylan arrived at Naples on a British Airways flight from London
to spend a week here, she hired a Fiat 500 rental car and drove to the 16th
century farmhouse out in the country and thankfully both were dressed for
the summer heat with Anita conservatively dressed wearing a light summer
dress, sheer fully fashioned nylon stockings held up with a suspender belt
and high heeled shoes whilst Dylan wore his sheer white linen summer
trousers showing the outline of his bright red Molly Philbin nylon tricot
bikini panties to full effect with a white sheer short sleeve school blouse
shirt to allow room for his girly breasts showing both his skin colour and
nipples through the material tented out by his large thimble sized nubs
with a Hogwarts school tie making him more comfortable in the 90 degree
heat whilst his mind was in turmoil at thoughts of wearing a bra.

They would be sharing a simple sparsely furnished bedroom with a double bed
and no sooner had Dylan unpacked he put his ageing Ipad 3 on charge using
his continental plug adaptor, switched on his Iphone, logged onto the wifi
and sent off a couple of emails before they joined the housekeeper for a
light lunch.  Dylan changed into a pair of black tie cord split leg Speedo
running/swimming shorts, a red Players nylon tricot vest, black school
trainer type walking shoes leaving on his gloss black 40 denier knee high
stockings and unpacked his spare vintage old school 22 inch framed 18 speed
folding Rudge Whitworth bi framed mountain bike from his bike bag.  This
bike was a well used example which was a very lucky find indeed belying any
signs of having been fished out from the canal using a powerful magnet on a
length of parachute cord two years ago followed by foraging for used
bicycle parts to repair it aided by his school friends and a local bicycle
mechanic friend who worked at Halfords who took the frame apart cleaning
and greasing the swivel tube joints at the frame's rear. It is this bike
which he normally rides to school and having re-assembled it he went out
exploring the local village on his bike and rode to the ruins of Pompeii a
short distance away having found the route, he showed his pass at the gate
and entered.  Here was a city locked in time since that fateful day on
October 24th 79 AD when Mount Vesuvius erupted and buried the entire city
under tons of volcanic ash, rocks and pumice. He rode down the coarse
cobblestoned street towards the bay of Naples which really gave both him
and his bike such a very hard bone shaking teeth rattling ride he thought
the better of it to avoid damaging his bike, dismounted and continued
wheeling his bike around the streets studying the sights when his Iphone
rang with Anita on the other end telling him their evening meal's already
being cooked. Dylan had forgot to set his watch forward an hour facing a
fast ride back to the farmhouse.

After evening meal finished, Anita was busy working on her laptop and
making loads of phone calls so Dylan changed out of his Molly Philbin
panties for his (old) black nylon tricot Speedos, donned his peaked
baseball hat knowing that he'll be riding against the sun, he put his small
Dutch army green hand towel which he uses as a field towel with his cadets
kit and fits nicely into his large bum bag with his silvered lens
prescription goggles, padlock and chain, he rode to the beach arriving with
the sun in his eyes against a deep blue sky with a flat calm blue sea, he
locked his bike after finding a nice spot on the sandy beach and went
swimming in a flat calm warm crystal clear sea.  He swam out about a half
mile in full view of a large black sailing yacht crewed mainly by teenagers
flying the red ensign from the stern named Royalist which he recognized as
a British training vessel operated by the Sea cadet corps at anchor with a
number of cadets swimming near the vessel knowing its skipper had given the
order `Hands to bathe' when he saw his friend and regular sleepover fuck
buddy Vivian Rankin, a 17 year old Royal marine cadet sergeant from his
unit life wearing only his red Speedos and red and yellow quartered
lifeguard swimming hat lifeguarding the teens in the water who recognized
him calling out.  "Dylan, what the hell are you doing here?"  "I'm on a
week's break with Professor Bowers who's going to show me around Naples and
the ruins."  "You lucky sod, you want to watch her as she'll quickly have
you in bed with her before you could say Jack Robinson, I should know as
word's been getting around the whole school about her. I can certainly tell
you she's a right dish."  Dylan replied. "She already has," giving a
diver's circled thumb and forefinger sign.

He stopped treading water gazing back at the beach to assess any
currents. It was when he looked down he saw a large long dark shape with
stumps protruding at right angles with some planking still attached to the
keel and a menacing large spike protruding from the bows, scattered broken
amphorae and a large circular stone block probably weighing several tons
when he knew immediately it was a shipwreck. Using his ex military analogue
divers watch face, he sighted the 12 at the church, the 11 minutes past
mark on a house to his right and the 8 minutes to mark on a large cypress
tree having learned this in the school's cadet unit by using his Silva MK4
base-plate map reading compass. He had successfully triangulated the
position of the wreck, swam back and stood under one of the shower units on
the beach when a boy wearing a pair of blue Speedo swim briefs got his
attention by greeting him with a hello.

He politely asked to share the shower knowing the water pipes buried in the
sand heated by the sun will only flow the residual warm water contained
within which will probably last about a minute if he's lucky, they shook
hands introducing himself as Marco, a dark haired olive skinned 13 year old
standing at five foot eight inches with a swimmer's physique with dark
brown budding breasts with large nipples and broadening shoulders denoting
his growth spurt was well underway when Dylan certainly noticed he was
packing a large cock in his Speedos.  With barely a minute of warm water
expected to flow from the shower, Dylan concentrated on washing the salt
from his hair when Marco asked in perfect English after asking `Parlo
Italiano?' saying.  I see you swimming and I thought you were a girl
without a bikini top and now I see that you're a boy."  I am indeed and I
like my long hair which has taken a long time to grow."  "I see that you
have girl's boobies, I like that you have them."  "I must say I find there
are people who like it that I have them."  "And with what you have inside
your trunks, you must he having a lot of sex."  "You could say that," Dylan
noticed that Marco's cock was fully hard inside his Speedos forming a
considerable tent when he embraced him and started grinding his groin into
Dylan making him immediately rock hard when Marco asked. "If you want more,
walk with me, I know a place."

While still wearing only their Speedos, he led Dylan to his bike to find he
padlocked his bike onto his which Dylan thought was very sneaky indeed and
yet very clever owing to their introductions which would have surely
ensued. He followed him to his house parking their bikes in a store room;
he opened the door with his key saying.  "We have until 10 when you must
leave," he led him to his bedroom which had model aircraft hanging from the
ceiling, put their bum-bags in a corner then Marco untied Dylan's Speedos,
knelt down, stroked his cock to full hardness and began sucking him off
when Dylan realized thinking.  "This boy's so fucking hot," when just
moments later he went to his wash-bag pulled out a tube of KY jelly and
lubed up his six and a half inch fat rock hard cock saying. "Now I do you
so please lie across the bed for me."

Dylan needed no prompting for this position placing his ankles onto his
shoulders after lubing up his rear pussy hole, he pushed his cock fully
home with ease owing to Dylan's gaping rear pussy hole then started using
his powerful anal muscles to give his cock a few good squeezes before he
began thrusting into him. After a few strokes he saw that Marco's nipples
were really standing erect like tiny cocks on his breast buds and his cock
inside him felt like a really hard dildo with powerful twitches which
certainly gave him unbelievable sensations of fullness knowing he was
taking the largest cock he's experienced for a 13 year old and this boy was
that good he wanted him badly for a sleepover.  Marco took long slow
thrusts into him whilst circling his rock hard nipples with his thumbs as
the rest of his fingers glided over his silky smooth lower chest, sometimes
he pinched and tweaked them and other times he circled them with his index
fingers, something which Dylan has rarely seen on any early teenage school
pupil male or female having had a good five years of sexual experiences
behind him.  He felt Marco's cock expanding inside his pussy hole with his
twitches became more frequent as Marco also felt those lovely sensations
pulsing in his own pussy hole and Dylan knew he was about to explode jets
of cum inside him when he felt around 10 good gushes flowing inside him
with his cock still twitching after expending his load when he pulled out,
licked out his pussy hole and gave him a very passionate spunk filled
tongue kiss.

It was Dylan's turn to pound Marco's teen boy pussy hole with his hugely
fat nine inch cock with its two inch thick shaft and large bulbous head
making sure he lubed his rear pussy hole and cock with generous amounts of
KY jelly.  He knew full well that putting such a large cock into a boy of
that age could easily hurt him and that thought went right out of the
window with the ease his cock simply slipped in with just a pop as it
entered his sphincter and knew immediately that Marco was no stranger to
taking large man sized cocks and he too adopted the same position with his
ankles on Dylan's shoulders.  Having such a large cock on him gave him the
pleasure of taking long slow thrusts to extend his pleasurable experiences
feeling his pussy hole squeezing onto his cock with every twitch. After
leakage and pre-cum was leaking out of Marco's cock and dripping onto his
stomach forming a pool which Dylan scooped up with his finger, licked it
clean and swallowing it with approval at he tasted his pure boy honey.

Marco's cock was on a hair trigger as his secret love button was being
excited with every thrust of Dylan's cock when his cock erupted like a fire
hose squirting gushes of spunk everywhere by itself, Dylan had just
witnessed the most spectacular cum shots ever to blast out of a 13 year
old. It was Marco's wildly clenching rear pussy hole and the sight of such
a spectacular cum shot that triggered him to experience a very powerful
crashing orgasm of such intensity he could barely stand up whilst unloading
huge gushes of spunk into the boy with powerful pleasure sensations inside
his rear pussy hole with every gush but this time he experienced something
else.  Since first hooking up with Anita, his breasts have swelled slightly
with some growing pains and having previously experienced this whilst on
puberty boosters he put this out of his mind. This time he felt
indescribable pleasure within his breasts and he did think his nipples were
noticeably larger when Marco pointed at his breasts uttering. "You are
making milk, that's a miracle from god," Dylan looked and saw this, there
was only a drop on each nipple which he scooped up to taste when his face
lit up with delight at having produced a luxuriously sweet tasting liquid
from his own body.  They finished the session with a passionate kissing and
cuddling session before they exchanged phone numbers, addresses and emails
which Dylan wrote into his pocket Filofax note book when he dressed and
rode to the farmhouse in the dark looking forward to spending another night
with Anita in their bed with his huge cock inside her pussy filling her up.

After parking his bike, he entered the house feeling hungry from the
afternoon's exertions making himself a Caciocavallo cheese sandwich, a
strongly flavoured cow's milk cheese made in the region and here at the
farmhouse with a mug of strong hot malted milk as a nightcap and slipped
into bed naked only to pleasantly discover she had replaced the cotton
sheets with a set made from nylon tricot which she brought out with her and
started listening to his MP3 player through headphones for a few moments
then switching on his freshly recharged Ipad to watch a Japanese futanari
schoolteacher on a train being pleasured by a Japanese futanari schoolgirl
whilst stood amongst the other passengers, some of who gave more than a
passing glance but it was a blond haired British Airways hostess wearing a
specially tailored micro uniform skirt with black stockings and suspenders
and there was no mistaking the dangling tie cord of a red pair of swim
briefs that she wore whilst humping into a large breasted blond haired
teenage girl with her see through white summer trousers and red panties
dropped down to her ankles wearing a see through white short sleeve
school-girl's blouse showing her red see through uplift bra to good effect
as the air hostess dropped her swim briefs and plowed into her with her
monstrously huge cock when Anita finally entered the bedroom, stripped
naked and joined him in bed satisfied his cock was already hard for more
bouts of shagging he was about to give her and she wasted no time in
straddling him taking his huge cock into her sopping wet dripping pussy
with a loud sigh as she lowered herself onto him feeling it slide in fully
home savouring those wonderful feelings of fullness his cock always gave
her.

Once again they fell into a passionate lover's embrace with tongue kisses,
smooth caresses, groin humping &c but this time she was sucking on his
nipples like a greedy child when he felt those lovely sensations inside his
breasts the same ones he experienced with Marco except this time the
sensations were more intense especially his tingling nipples which are hard
wired to his balls whilst teasing the other nipple with her hand feeling
his rock hard twitching cock against her stomach leaking out pre-cum like a
tap as she savoured some of his wonderful life giving elixir of love
flowing into her mouth whilst his other nipple leaked into her hand.  Being
a health food freak, Anita had acquired a taste for breast milk which she
secured from black market sources, many of which are unknown without any
form of quality control as to the person's health, their diet, whether they
take drugs, smoke or have health issues, but what came from Dylan's breasts
was honest to goodness pure breast milk from a young healthy person albeit
only a teaspoonful and to get that she had to covertly administer prolactin
in his meals in the form of a small white tablet, this time she put two in
his nightcap hoping for a decent amount the following morning.

He began to nurse from her breasts which, although he hadn't drawn out any
milk, this and fingering her pussy brought on her intense crashing gushing
orgasm with her screaming her head off even though just the act of nursing
off her breasts alone saw his cock shooting off ropes of hot spunk by
itself onto her belly which they fed to each other before she finally
straddled him guiding his still rock hard cock with its head coated with
spunk into her pussy and slowly rode him edging him for a second load when
from under her pillow she produced a small container of poppers and took a
hit before passing it to him when he took a big hit.  The effects of the
poppers immediately hit sending his pleasure sensations into sensory
overload blasting huge ropes of spunk deep inside her and leaking back out
past his cock whilst she screamed at the highly intense gushing orgasm
which overcame her when he collapsed on top of her fast asleep with his
cock still leaking his remaining spunk inside her with their pubic hair
plastered with both their cum.

Hampstead, summer 2016.

Professor Anita bowers woke at the sound of her alarm clock when 15 year
old Jack Duggan stirred and in the fog of sleep asked. "What time is it,"
when Anita replied.  "It's eight `o' clock my love."  She sorely missed
Dylan who left for the USA on a J1 visa to work at a children's summer camp
having scored his dream assignment of a military boarding high school for
boys who assigned him to assist teachers of grade 10 students aged fourteen
to fifteen years which certainly kept him busy and successfully coached
every one of them through their American red cross lifesaving awards during
his first week and, unlike a secondary school in the UK, every one of his
students meets swim team standards.  Dylan loves working with these boys
who all wear the school's team coloured Truwest nylon swim briefs specially
made by that company and it didn't take Dylan long to scrounge a number of
Truwest nylon swim briefs from their lost property bag making his personal
locker resembling a woman's underwear drawer and mailing a few to Jack at
Anita's address. He certainly was quick on the uptake when it came to
having sex with those hot teenage boys.

Jack woke up with a raging erection despite having the most amazing sex
with Anita pounding both her rear pussy holes and emptying several loads of
teen boy spunk during the night with his now nine inch cock plus he fed her
an egg cup full of his sweet elixir of love from each breast thanks to the
puberty boosters with prolactin he was taking when in just a year he was
almost six foot tall, had already started shaving and his mousey brown hair
reached down to his waist when Anita threw back the covers and straddled
him guiding his huge teenage pole into her pussy.  Between herself and
Dylan, they cured him of his premature ejaculation which plagued him when
he started taking puberty boosters and they taught him well. She rode him
with a pleasing motion whilst he massaged and pinched his thimble sized
nipples topping puffed out budding girly breasts whilst massaging her own.
It was thanks to taking the pill it was a wonder that she hadn't became
pregnant with the number of times her pussy was filled with teen boy spunk
yet even Jack's cock couldn't withstand her constantly clenching pussy for
long when he filled her with yet another load of teen boy spunk before she
led him to the shower to shower together.

Having dried off, she went into her underwear drawer and pulled out a jiffy
bag addressed to Jack c/o Anita Bowers from the USA. He opened it finding
it contained six pairs of Truwest nylon swim briefs in various colours in
his size with Dylan's letter explaining that he scrounged them from the
lost property bag.  Jack sniffed the swimsuits thinking. "Dylan you crafty
bastard," then he put on a black pair which quickly gave him another huge
throbbing erection owing to the silky nylon material whilst Anita put on
her black bikini then led him down for breakfast.  After nine that morning
the cold calls started despite her phone number being unlisted (ex
directory). Jack took the first call and replied.  "Sorry, she's no longer
on this number, her new one is 07661-428657 and hung up. Moments later
Jack's Motorola Minicall pager alert sounded displaying
0161-509-6744. Anita searched the number on her laptop which already had
tons of negative comments cursing. `Bloody scammer' through her teeth, she
asked.  "Jack, where did you get that pager from? That's a really crafty
trick; I must get me one of them."  "There's a mobile phone stall at
Petticoat lane market who's got loads of them at a fiver each," she kissed
and hugged him saying. "You're brilliant."

The second call came in a few minutes later and this time they were ready
having loaded his CD into Anita's laptop which was recorded by the school's
students. Jack answered the phone when the caller asked for Anita Bowers by
name regarding an accident she had and knew immediately it was an accident
chaser. He replied.
 "She's on her private Boeing 707 jet, just putting you through now," Jack
muted the phone whilst he pulled out his MP3 player, plugged it into her
laptop and unmuted the phone, played a ringing tone followed by a recording
taken on an airliner with a difference.  There was the usual aircraft cabin
noises starting with the engine start up, cabin chimes, taxiing noises and
the safety briefing recording as Anita asked.  "Would you mind waiting
until after take off."  "I can call you back."  "Please don't otherwise the
connection may be lost."  The recording played out for several minutes with
a sudden loud bang and a passenger uttering loudly.  "Shit, one of the
engines just blew up."  Passengers screamed when Anita said in a fearful
voice.  "There's an Arab guy with an AK47 and a bomb strapped to his chest
shouting.  "Allah akbar, Allah akbar followed by another loud bang when
Jack immediately cut the call. Anita burst out laughing saying.  "Jack,
you're a wizard, I haven't had so much fun since I was a student."  Several
more calls followed that morning which were given either the pager number
treatment or Anita's private jet with Jack searching youtube and social
media sites for any mention of plane hijackings or crashes but there were
none.

It was during the afternoon when Anita's phone rang, by this time she was
like a bull being shown the red flag cursing cold callers when she saw the
number on the caller line display showing 61+++++++++ and immediately
recognized this as a call from Australia, she picked up the phone
answering. "Hello."  The caller spoke with a youthful Australian accent
saying.  "My name's Paul Petrocelli, am I speaking to Professor Anita
Bowers?"  "I am indeed, what's it in connection with?"  "I've just arrived
in the country and stopped by immigration who showed me a photograph of
myself which triggered their facial recognition cameras. I was told this
photo is a double of me who lived in Pompeii nearly 2,000 years ago and
they gave me your card, so here I am."  "If you're not doing anything, call
a cab and show them my address on my card, I'll pay for your cab."  Half an
hour later a tired and jet lagged Paul pressed her door bell, she paid the
cab and let him into the living room dumping his rucksack and tent in the
hallway.

Over coffee, she booted up her laptop and showed him the painting of
Antonius, his reconstructed head from which his photo was uploaded onto the
Interpol facial recognition site which totally amazed the dark haired
teenager of southern European appearance. She continued showing photos
taken of her work at the Naples archeological museum and the previous
year's photos of herself and Dylan taken at Pompeii, Mount Vesuvius, the
nearby beach and scuba diving on the shipwreck when Paul was nodding off in
her couch and she led him up to the guest bedroom and stripped him where he
immediately fell sound asleep only to be woken up screaming in terror
seeing Antonius's full apparition stood at the foot of the bed smiling when
it immediately vanished.  Anita rushed immediately to his aid finding him
startled and screaming.  "Your bloody house is haunted, I want out of
here."  She calmed him down then led him down to the living room wearing
only his boxers and showed him the reproduced painting of Antonius asking.
"Is that who you saw because if it is, he won't harm you in any way shape
or form?"  He studied the painting having already seen it saying.  "Yes,
it's him and I'm not going back in that room."  "In that case you had
better come with me into mine where I'll be mother and tell you more about
him."

She led him to her bedroom where, despite being jet lagged, Paul was very
hot blooded for a teenager belying his Italian traits and responded to her
kisses and cuddles with a rock hard eight inch fat erection leaking gobs of
pre-cum into his boxers finding his highly sensitive nipples are hard wired
to his balls and with Paul's inhibitions going right out the window she
straddled him guiding his hugely fat teenage log into her sopping wet pussy
and began slowly riding him, Paul was so turned on with teenage lust he
lasted only a few moments when he swore blindly afterwards that he had shot
his biggest load to date gushing inside her pussy with long well spaced out
gushes with his rock hard cock jerking hard with every gush shooting his
load into her cervix, only this time she hadn't taken her pill and one
sperm fertilized an egg starting her pregnancy and she knew it.  Meanwhile
in the spirit world, Antonius was summoned by those spirits in higher
authority despite being previously represented by famous people for
centuries, he pleaded his cause to their court for his re-incarnation and
this time he was granted his wish having been personally represented by
Julius Romulus's spirit who rigorously defended him and gave such a glowing
report about him with the knowledge he would be born into a loving caring
and secure home knowing that Anita would be the one to bare him into the
world.

Anita woke the following morning to find Paul hugging her closely with his
rock hard twitching leaking cock inside her pussy hole realizing that he is
indeed a very passionate lover, especially for a teenager, they made a lot
of small talk when Anita asked for his DNA sample to compare it with the
sample from Antonius's skeleton as she felt his identical appearance to
Antonius may reveal a familial link stretching back 2,000 years.  He loved
the idea of their showering together being used to showering naked in
communal showers with his team mates but this was different as he'll be
showering naked with a stunningly attractive naked blond woman old enough
to be his mother.  Refreshed by their shower together during which time he
spent with his rock hard cock buried to the hilt inside her pussy filling
her with more spunk just from her powerful vaginal clenches alone, they
dried off when she donned her black bikini asking him to only wear his
Speedos to breakfast when he thought.  `She's one hell of a kinky woman, I
like her.

Pompeii, August 79 AD.

Antonius quickly gained his taskmaster's respect and became popular with
the other slaves with his command of both Greek and Latin languages and his
outstanding singing voice accompanied by Helen playing the harp making them
an excellent duo which certainly caught the ears of his guest, a senator on
holiday who asked if they would both perform at the Amphitheatre.  A
youthful duo performing there would certainly draw the crowds which
required Antonius to wear a white tunic with a blue border denoting he came
from educated stock whereas just the sight of him wearing his white tunic
would see him escorted out of the amphitheatre never to perform which would
cost his owner heavily and the following day he took Antonius into Pompeii
to be measured for his tunic.  During the evenings they rehearsed their
performance aided by a few funny songs known for having crowds roaring with
laughter when their slot was booked for the end of the month preceding a
play.  Between them they composed a new song and tune to be sung in two
parts to the accompaniment of the harp with Antonius singing the first part
and Helen singing the second part whilst she would be playing the harp
throughout the performance and gave it the title of `A dove in the sky'
they sung this song to her mother who knew immediately it was outstanding
and suggested they sing it as their finale.  Despite the fiery hot summer
days, the nights were now drawing in and the word around the slaves was the
approaching bumper harvests with an outstanding wine vintage expected to
produce a strong wine capable of lasting at least another year or more.

They went to the boathouse one morning and launched her small boat into the
sea paddling it to the oyster beds before throwing its anchor stone
attached to a long rope overboard in a flat calm sea. Helen stripped naked
and went overboard holding a large round stone with a basket attached to
second line to the bottom whilst he sat in the boat waiting for her signal
to haul up her catch.  The few minutes passed by very slowly when Antonius
began to fear for her life diving overboard naked seeing her working on the
bottom, he dived down to her who gave him a hand signal to surface when no
sooner had he clambered back on board he felt the line tug, his signal to
haul up her catch with her attached to the line, she surfaced with a smile
remaining in the water to get her breath back.  He was astonished by the
amount of time she spent down there as she could hold her breath for five
minutes having brought up a full basket.  They spent some time relaxing
swimming and floating in the crystal clear warm waters of the Bay of Naples
before they clambered back on board to dry in the sun.  She studied his
naked form with the expression of lust he saw in her whilst in the store
room watching his huge cock becoming fully erect. He saw her nipples were
standing erect and her juices were leaking out from her pussy when they
fell into a lover's embrace passionately kissing and caressing each other
when his cock slid inside her pussy as she uttered a sigh of approval and
began thrusting into her.  Their passion for each other overwhelmed them
when she began squirming as her first orgasm hit when he relaxed. After she
came down from her orgasmic high he began slowly thrusting into her when
her second orgasm overwhelmed her screaming her head off at its intensity
as his orgasmic sensations also overwhelmed him with long gushing jets of
spunk flooding inside her pussy. This was his very first time with a woman
which was also her first and when he finally pulled out he looked in horror
at the blood on his cock, he not only broke her hymen, she was at the stage
of her cycle when a single sperm fertilized an egg inside her starting a
life.  Antonius washed out her pussy from the flagon of drinking water
carried on board and succeeded in washing out her pussy thankful that the
bleeding had stopped then washed his cock with seawater leaving them to
keep each others secrets.

Naples, summer 2015.

Anita woke up to Dylan's rock hard cock buried inside her pussy feeling the
highly satisfying sensations of fullness he gave her and sucked on his
nipple drawing out a spoonful of his elixir of love from his breast then
switching to his other breasts for the same which made her pussy clench
wildly on his cock and with his balls tingling intensely from her nursing
he shot several huge ropes of spunk deep inside her eliciting her loud sigh
of satisfaction when she said.  "Dylan my love, you really ought to think
about wearing a bra as it seems to me your assets are becoming larger."
After showering together and placing her nylon tricot bed sheets in the
washing machine, they wore their swimsuits to breakfast then dressed for
their visit to the Naples archeological museum and Anita's appointment to
deliver both the reconstructed head and the painting.  She wore a light
sundress whilst Dylan wore his sheer white linen summer trousers with a
sheer white short sleeve school shirt and tie taking a small backpack
containing his documents, some money, his Iphone and his digital camera.

She drove him to a scooter hire vendor who checked his documents then
showed him the Honda SH125 machine's controls, checked for a full fuel
tank, oil level, started the engine and checked all the lights then finally
signed the forms and Anita paid the vendor with her bank card.  Dylan rode
through the streets of Naples clearly not used to driving on the right and
yet he learned quickly whilst following Anita in the Fiat to the museum.
Naples was full of tightly packed narrow streets which were not without its
hazards; the main one for him was getting lost so provided he didn't lose
sight of the car he made it with her to the museum.  Having finally
arrived, she presented both artifacts to the museum's curator who led them
to the area of the museum and had them put on display. Dylan gazed at the
items found with Antonius when he felt a sensation likened to having
brought him to his homecoming and thought he saw his face smiling at him
from its stand.  Anita took him on a guided tour of the museum where he
really became conscious about his breasts which had formed a pair of very
prominent tents on the front of his shirt with huge nipple pokies after
looking in a mirror in the public rest room equating to a B or C cup. At
lunchtime they ate lunch in their cafeteria before leaving for the
waterfront and parking near the scuba divers operator's vessel.  To Dylan,
this was the highlight of his week here and thankfully he already had his
BSAC scuba diving certificate and log book gained the previous year at Fort
Bovisand near Plymouth, one of a ring of 22 Napoleonic forts built to
defend Plymouth from the French.  Although the course Dylan attended was
there, his course was transported daily to and from Tregantle fort on the
Cornish side of the River Tamar where they were billeted by bus.

Once on board, they went through checking their equipment under the
watchful eyes of the dive captain who ran through all the checks despite
everyone on board being teenage students from all over Europe.  The dive
captain ensured everyone was paired off with a partner before the vessel
left the quayside arriving at the wreck site minutes later dropping its
anchor and a dive line.  Dylan entered a silent world partnered with a
German lad of sixteen who spoke perfect English and now underwater,
communication was by hand signals except for the diver recall signal in the
form of an underwater flash bang thrown in by the boat's skipper.  The
whole group explored the wreck despite not being allowed to touch anything
which was photographed and videoed the whole time down there.  By late
afternoon the dive on the wreck was finished when everyone removed their
diving equipment, stripped off their wetsuits and helped stow everything
into the boat's store room. Dylan saw that all the teens wore various
swimsuits with the most popular type being either Speedo or Adidas
aqua-shorts resembling high leg cycling shorts or booty shorts worn by many
teenage girls of which two were in the dive party.

Apart from Dylan, only Rolf his German dive partner wore Speedos and his
was a black pair of their endurance briefs which unlike nylon Lycra they
withstand both chlorine and seawater. Rolf struck up a friendship with
Dylan who's gaydar soon registered that this blond shoulder length haired
blue eyed muscular teenager was not only hot, he too was also packing a
large package in his Speedos.  Once everyone had changed, Dylan left on his
wet black nylon tricot Speedos instead of putting on a dry pair as he's a
lover of wearing wet swimming trunks under his trousers, a trait he's
continued since primary school whilst Rolf wore only a small pair of black
silky nylon tie cord split leg FBT running shorts with a black sheer silky
nylon skin tight muscle vest showing every detail of his upper torso.  Once
off the boat, he asked Dylan for a lift on the scooter back to his rent
room on the outskirts of the city and invited him inside his room which was
little more than a bed-sit on the fourth floor of a block which had an
array of shops fronting onto the narrow street gaining entrance through a
side door then climbing up stairs and once inside he opened two bottles of
ice cold Becks beer from the fridge and passed Dylan one.  The beer was a
classic German medium strength lager which suited Dylan's taste quenching
his thirst as they made small talk when Rolf loaded a DVD into his laptop
with Bluetooth so they could watch it on the large flat screen TV.

The video played out showing two teenage Spanish schoolgirls entering a
house wearing their smart school uniforms then frolicking on a queen sized
double bed with lots of up skirt panties shots when they began kissing,
caressing and making love to each other before slowly stripping down to
bras and panties when Dylan saw their huge packages packing out their
panties with a blond haired girl having an unmistakably large camel toe
under her package and as the video played out with them stripping naked,
Dylan saw that she was a true hermaphrodite with a pussy under her balls
and a cock over a foot long which had to be thicker than a red bull can
leaking like a tap.  She laid down on the bed whilst the second girl
straddled her guiding her huge monster of a cock inside her pussy whereas
the second girl had a good 10 inches on her with no balls who was of
oriental appearance. She rode the hermaphrodite's cock with long slow up
and down movements whilst stroking her cock and started screaming as huge
long blasts of cum flew out of her cock literally by the bucketful and they
just kept coming and coming drenching the hermaphrodite in cum when she
pulled off her just before she came and gave the futanari as good as she
got. Both of them shot impossibly huge amounts of cum, far more than Dylan
could ever hope to achieve with the video ending with the hermaphrodite
squirting the futanari with breast milk by squeezing her breasts.

Dylan's nine inches of huge rock hard throbbing teen cock had seriously
tented out his white linen summer trousers forming a huge wet patch with
the amounts of his pre-cum love juices flooding out of his cock as well as
his breast having leaked their elixir of love through his shirt and Rolf's
cock was not only tenting out his shorts, it was sticking proudly out of
the right leg hem and also leaking his juices when he beckoned Dylan to
stand and began slowly stripping him naked and no sooner was his shirt off
he sucked on his large nipples to be rewarded with a good spoonful of his
fruits of his breasts before Rolf gave him a breast milk tongue kiss
followed by giving his cock a good sucking them lubing up Dylan's rear
pussy hole, his own cock and with Dylan bent over the bed, he pushed his
cock inside his rear pussy hole and began slowly thrusting into him with
his seven and a half inch thick cock sating his withdrawal cravings for
cock inside his rear pussy hole whilst nuzzling his neck, blowing into his
ears and running a hand through his long flowing blond locks of hair as
Dylan's rear pussy hole kept clenching onto his cock in time with every
twitch of his cock as it dripped gobs of pre-cum love juices onto the bed
covers when he felt his cock enlarge and began twitching violently before
unloading his spunk inside his rear pussy hole in about a dozen rapid
squirts followed by Dylan eating out his hole and giving him a spunk filled
tongue kiss.

Dylan laid on the bed as he prefers his partners to ride his cock cowgirl
fashion, it took Rolf a while before he finally managed to lower himself
onto his cock and once in, it certainly gave him the most amazing
sensations of fullness packing his pussy hole right out. He settled down
into a pleasing motion with Dylan's breasts bouncing with a pleasing motion
whilst they both massaged their nipples when Rolf's cock, excited by his
secret love button inside his hole being massaged by the motion of Dylan's
huge cock shot another load by itself in several powerful squirts flying
out and hitting both the headboard and Dylan's face before his dregs of
spunk finally trickled onto his chest quickly followed by his clenching
rear pussy hole taking Dylan over the edge and squirting a huge hot load
deep inside his bowels eliciting a series of appreciative sighs.  Whilst
lying snuggled up together Rolf got up and dived inside his bumbag for a
tobacco tin then rolled a joint which they smoked between them, thankfully
for Dylan, he made a mild strength one so he could ride the scooter safely
home having exchanged addresses, emails and phone numbers.

After having wined and dined, he snuggled up together naked between the
silky nylon tricot bed sheets passionately fondling, kissing and caressing
each other saying lover's talk with his huge cock buried in Anita's sopping
wet snatch when she asked.  "Dylan my love, have you given any more thought
to wearing a bra as I think it will really suit you, besides I really think
if you were a girl you would look truly stunning."  He replied. ` "I
watched a video earlier which had a woman barely out of her teens with a
cock a lot bigger than mine and she also had a pussy, this girl had the
best of both worlds, I reckon she could pull anyone she wanted and you know
what. The rules of gay or lesbian sex wouldn't even apply to her; she could
pull whoever she wants."  The day had certainly taken its toll on them and
they quickly nodded off with his fully hard cock remaining firmly inside
her pussy when during the night he shot several huge loads inside her
whilst fast asleep dead to the world in a series of wet dreams waking up
the following morning with sex fluids on themselves and the bed
sheets. Even when they showered together, this time he was pounding his
huge cock in her pussy like a rapist in the shower as she moaned with
delight, her pussy, like Dylan's rear hole had developed severe withdrawal
cravings for cock, Anita had become a raging nymphomaniac with an
insatiably voracious lust for sex with a pussy constantly craving for cock
and whilst eating breakfast she covertly fed him three prolactin pills with
thoughts of the day's climb up Mount Vesuvius weighing on her mind.

Camp Big horn, USA, summer 2016.

Dylan arrived at New York's JFK airport to be met by the Camp America rep
who assigned him to work at Camp Big Horn, a facility used by the military
for adventure sports and training set in forests and caught his connecting
flight to a regional airport where he was greeted by Colonel Woodcock, the
Wood-point military academy school for boys principal who drove him the one
hour's drive in a Jeep to the camp.  He arrived at a modern military
installation with a large sports centre with modern gym equipment, multi
sports hall, a climbing wall, Olympic sized swimming pool, tennis courts;
multi sports playing fields backing onto a large lake with an island in the
middle and a cross country running course. After being shown to his room in
an accommodation block, he changed into his Royal Marine cadet combat
fatigues, tied his hair in a bun and walked to the chow hall full of teens
wearing combat fatigues eating their evening meals where he was served his
with a large mug of coffee. This was their first day where they were
settled in and attended orientation.  Dylan's orientation took place after
chow which was followed by weapons safety tuition on the AR15 rifle firing
5.56 x 45mm NATO ammunition, their rifles were not select fire meaning they
weren't equipped to fire full auto. Dylan had to qualify on this rifle,
initially firing .22 long rifle rounds on an indoor range followed later by
the field exercise where they would be firing blanks and lastly firing live
ammunition on a supervised outdoor target range.

He was given a very thorough grounding on this weapon culminating in firing
an electronically laser equipped rifle firing at a large movie screen just
like in a video game where he was taken through various scenarios from
shooting enemy troops to terrorists and they even had the video games
machine installed with a programme to shoot feral pigs which proved popular
with visiting students and is also used for training local civilian
shooters thereby enhancing their skills as time on this facility is a lot
cheaper than using live ammunition.  Dylan loved this machine which
certainly tried his reflexes to the limit despite scoring demerits for
shooting friendly troops and persons. The machine also gave him scores for
shooting anyone with an AK47 and a demerit for shooting someone with an
M16. It was the feral pig programme he scored low on by shooting a few cows
and hitting things like farm buildings, vehicles, machinery or pigs beyond
a boundary denoting a neighbor's property.  This program gave him a 3-2-1
count on each sounder of pigs which all scatter and run when the first one
is hit so he had to be really quick on the uptake to shoot pigs running
away whilst also being situation aware all the time and like a video game
he could also select different player skill levels.  By the day's end,
Dylan had qualified on the AR15 and would be issued one on the firing range
day when he finally read his timetable, set his alarm clock and walked
through the student dormitory seeing grade teenage boys who graduated grade
10 in various stages of undress or with their olive green towels wrapped
around them either texting on their phones or net surfing on their Ipads
searching for likely boys to plow their pussy holes with his cock, boys
wanting to pound his pussy hole and drink each others spunk before retiring
to bed.

At this time of year, every one of these boys has celebrated their 15th
birthday when Dylan called `Lights out `at 10m making sure everyone was in
bed before he threw the switch leaving on a strategically placed low
wattage light as a night light.  Weston, a well built lad was the first boy
who crept out of the dormitory wearing only a tiny pair of black
Onion-skins tie cord split leg shorts as sleep-wear with a skin tight
fitting black players silky nylon vest undershirt which he's already grown
out of, these shorts are made of ultra lightweight parachute reinforced
nylon with a mesh inner brief when he tapped silently on the door. With the
time in the UK being several hours ahead, Dylan's body clock would be
telling him its morning already.

Weston sat beside Dylan on the bed with his rock hard cock tenting out his
shorts when he saw his budding breasts were like his own girly breasts with
huge puffy nipples cloaked in a thin sheer layer of form fitting silky
nylon tricot when he asked.  "Please can you help me with my problem?"  .
.  .  "Sure, what is it?"  "It's my breasts, they're hurting inside and
they're leaking."  Dylan thought. `Oh oh, someone's been giving him puberty
boosters.'  "Weston, has anyone been giving you any pills, any-now think?"
"Just the prescription from my doctor which the school's doctor reviews
regularly."  "I really shouldn't be asking your school for confidential
medical information as that could see booted out of here onto the first
flight home so can you remember what it is they give you?"  "Just the one
pill, its Risperidone because as you guys put it, I keep flying off the
handle."  Dylan knew that this drug has been responsible for breast growth
in boys but it wouldn't cause him to lactate, his instincts knew that
someone in the school has been slipping him with puberty boosters with
prolactin, then asked.  "Have you bought a pump device with suckers with
you?"  "Oh shit, I left it behind in my locker."

"Listen, I can help you with this but you can't tell anyone, right."
Weston couldn't hike his vest up fast enough and Dylan quickly latched onto
a breast drawing out his heavenly tasting love liquid from his breasts
which surprised him considering how small they were equating to a good
beaker full from both breasts. Dylan saw he was highly relieved when he
smelled the aroma of fresh teen boy spunk with Weston having shot a huge
load into his shorts when he asked. "Here, let me help you with that," Then
untied his shorts draw cord revealing a fat seven inch cock which he
cleaned off by sucking the remaining spunk from his still hard cock then
licking all off his pubes, he hand washed and wrung out his shorts
saying. "You'll have to sleep with wet shorts for the rest of the night."

They fell into a lover's embrace passionately kissing each other before he
left with a huge beaming smile saying. "Please help me next time."  Dylan
replied. "You got it Buster," as Weston left the room followed by Dylan
lying on his bed wanking his huge rock hard leaking cock to a spectacular
eruption of huge ropes of spunk flying out of his cock wondering how many
of these lovely hot teenage boys will he be sinking his cock into their
pussy holes before their summer camp is over.

To be continued.