Date: Sat, 31 Aug 2019 12:05:06 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: The face, part 3

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The face, part three.

Naples, summer 2015.

Anita woke up the following morning with Dylan's rock hard cock buried
inside her snatch giving her the most satisfying feelings of fullness
having shot a few loads of spunk inside her whilst they slept when she
finally pulled off him to nurse off his breasts which had filled up during
the night leaving a huge torrent of his spunk pouring out of her snatch
which began twitching inside her craving for his cock whilst pouring out
her pussy juices as his warm sweet elixir of love poured into her
mouth. Meanwhile Dylan's rear pussy hole was seriously craving for
someone's cock inside him not knowing when that will happen next.

Whilst showered together, Dylan was thrusting his huge cock into her snatch
thereby relieving her cravings for cock and thankfully his rear pussy hole
twitched powerfully with each powerful gush of his spunk flooding into her
pussy bringing her to a shattering squirting orgasm screaming her head off
deafening him in the process. After drying off and combing out his long
blond flowing locks, they went to breakfast only wearing their swimsuits.

She dressed wearing a tiny pair of Daisy Dukes jeans shorts with a sheer
red Players nylon tricot vest showing her white see through underwired bra
giving her breasts an obscenely huge uplift. Molly Philbin red bikini nylon
tricot panties, sheer black fully fashioned stockings with a six strap
suspender belt, trainer type walking shoes carrying her shoulder bag.

Dylan also wore a pair of red Molly Philbin nylon tricot bikini panties
under his tie cord split leg black Speedo running/swim shorts, shiny black
knee high stockings, black school trainer type walking shoes and a sheer
red Players nylon tricot vest when he checking himself in a mirror that
morning he gasped at the sight of his mounds created by his breasts with
his enlarged puffy nipples tenting out the thin red nylon realizing they
were now bigger and quietly threw his olive green British army coolmax tee
shirt on.

He checked the contents of his black British army issue 30 litre daysack
ensuring he had his basha kit consisting of a British army desert
camouflage shelter sheet basha, two 52cm basha poles, lightweight aluminium
tent pegs and parachute cord.

He also packed his Norwegian army shirt, a British army 12 hour ration
pack, British army mess tins, clip together cutlery set and British army 1
litre water bottle with a BCB Crusader stainless mug on top, a foil
survival blanket, heliograph shaving mirror, brass alcohol stove and Sigg
fuel bottle which he would refill from the village shop with a forces issue
BCB Firedragon folding field cooker with fuel as back up.

Anita's identical backpack contained her own items the same as Dylan with a
titanium mug containing a 100g gas canister with a Chinese made micro
stove, a lightweight blanket, a Dutch one litre water bottle with stainless
mug, a lightweight groundsheet and for the walk, her pair of collapsible
trekking poles which are also useful for propping up bashas.

They called at the village for more supplies adding a litre bottle of water
to each backpack to ensure they had enough water for drinking and cooking,
a map of the national park, a litre of methylated spirits for Dylan's
alcohol burner and high energy bars before arriving at the entrance on the
eastern side of the park and parked the car gazing up at the ominous
looking mountain which has both sustained life with its rich volcanic soils
and destroyed entire communities during its existence spanning many
thousands of years.

They stopped for a water break at the Terra di Arcangelo camping ground
earmarking it for their return. They followed the track through scrub
forest on the lower slopes thankful for being out of the blazing sun
despite Dylan having removed his tee shirt stowing it inside his backpack
at the camp-ground.

Despite having brought along his Silva type 4 base plate map reading
compass stowed inside his bum-bag with his British forces issue Acme
Thunderer referees whistle with his BCB military issue heliograph
shaving/signaling mirror and holding the map, it became unnecessary to use
the map and compass as they were following well trodden signposted paths
amongst lots of tourist both ascending and descending the mountain.

Climbing Vesuvius would be Dylan's highest mountain to date at 4,200 feet
eclipsing Ben Wyvis by over 700 feet which his party of cadets climbed two
years previously when their CCF unit attended their summer camp at historic
Fort George near Inverness. During that climb they encountered a mountain
with its own weather system whereas on one side it was bright warm sunny
weather where they wore just tee shirts and shorts only to be battered by
icy gales with driving rain on the other side and rapidly having to change
into both warm and waterproof clothing.

It was during a lunch stop by a stone wall where they cooked their lunches
and hot drinks on their forces issue mess tins over their newly issued BCB
Firedragon folding field cookers burning their 27g clean burning bioethanol
fuel blocks following their previous stop for brewing up hot drinks and
eating their snacks inside a deep sunken track when their mountain guide
lit up a cigarette as Dylan uttered one of his wisecracks saying.

"Those things give you fag breath," The guide took the cigarette out of his
mouth, looked at it then replied. "Yeah, you're right," followed by Dylan's
party of teenage cadets roaring with laughter.

Since his first use of their newly introduced field cookers with their fuel
which he now prefers to the earlier hexamine block fuelled cookers which
leave residues on their mess tins and create poisonous fumes, he now takes
one with him as a back-up everywhere with a brew kit even whenever he rides
his mountain bike.

Dylan certainly believed he was a very fit youngster until he quickly
realized that Anita has the climbing stamina of a mountain goat gained
during her years spent living on the Greek island of Crete yet this hasn't
dissuaded his thoughts on his looming cadet junior mountain leader's course
at Capel Curig in Wales.

During the climb Anita stopped many times on route to photograph using her
Iphone the stunning views and the many wild flowers which grow here from
which their pollen was taken by honey bees to produce the honey which had
graced the table of people here for thousands of years and Anita has a jar
of this very locally produced honey in her backpack to sweeten their tea
and coffee.

As they climbed higher leaving the forests behind onto bare slopes with
sparse vegetation walking along pumice covered paths they gazed in wonder
at the views they were leaving behind but here there was a danger of
mudslides owing to heavy rain and fortunately they had already checked the
forecast with Dylan also having brought along his pocket Sony transistor
radio having paid a pound for it in a charity shop.

They finally arrived at the summit and were looking down the 600 foot wide
crater at its bottom almost 1,000 feet down surrounded by its vertical
walls yet miraculously they saw a tree down the bottom and the vent which
was issuing steam. Vesuvius was sleeping now yet deep down below a layer of
rock was a magma chamber waiting to punch its way earthwards under
immensely high pressures and whenever if forces a weakness to crack sending
magma closer to the surface causing the earthquakes felt in the region.

After they both took more photos with their Iphones, they finally set off
back down the mountain and with luck they just made it to the campsite and
quickly erected their shelter using both basha sheets and her trekking
poles with her groundsheet to make a fully enclosed bivouac shaped tent.

Dylan slightly raised one of the shelter sheets at the end slightly off the
ground on the leeward side to provide some ventilation and despite the
thunderstorm with rain beating heavily down onto their shelter, it was a
still warm night with the single blanket covering their naked bodies as
they huddled together under the light of his UCO 9 hour candle lantern
burning a citronella candle with his huge rock hard leaking throbbing
teenage pole sliding into her warm leaking snatch and remaining there
satisfying her cravings for cock with unbelievable sensations of fullness
whilst she nursed on his breasts drawing out a large spoonful of his sweet
warm elixir of love for her nightcap which was enough to take him over the
edge shooting long ropes of spunk inside her pussy before falling asleep
and repeating another bout of raunchy sex before breakfast the following
morning.

Hampstead, summer 2016.

Paul woke up with his cock buried inside Anita's snatch when she began
kissing, fondling and caressing him before she momentarily pulled out
leaving an emptiness inside her then straddled him guiding his rock hard
cock back inside her snatch savouring those sensations of fullness and
began riding him with a pleasing motion as they both massaged and tweaked
their nipples exciting him to another climax filling her pussy with long
ropes of gushing spunk as he thumbed her clitoris taking her to another
crashing squirting orgasm as she went into convulsions screaming her head
off.

By now they were both comfortable to spend entire days in her house
together either totally naked or wearing swimsuits and yet she quickly
stripped the bed of their sex fluid sodden nylon tricot sheets and tossed
them in the washing machine before hitting the shower together during which
he pounded his cock into her again, this time in her rear pussy hole
filling her bowels up with another load of spunk followed by sucking on her
nipples.

Although they had their breakfasts whilst totally naked giving each other
hugs and kisses, she passed him a pair of black Molly Philbin nylon tricot
bikini panties from her underwear drawer to wear as they dressed in just
tee shirts and shorts for Paul's DNA test appointment with his results
expected in a day or so followed by taking him on an open topped bus tour
of London eating out at a Chinese take away on one of the bus's stops
knowing he deserves to see London's sights.

Having returned home, they both grabbed their swim bags and rode to the
mixed bathing ponds on mountain bikes with Paul riding Dylan's Rudge
Whitworth bi framed folding mountain bike which she locked both together
with her strong padlock and chain.

The sight of Paul wearing his red Australian nylon tricot Eyeline swim
briefs with their logo on the back sporting his huge package bulge with his
powerful swimmers physique certainly had her juices flowing from her pussy
into her bikini bottoms triggering those cravings for cock inside her pussy
with her nipples hardening and seriously tenting out her black string
bikini top.

After diving in she quickly found out just how powerful he swam with a
powerful front crawl stroke realizing he was a lot faster than Dylan and
being a competitive masters swimmer herself she just couldn't catch him on
a single length race of the lake and spent the rest of their time just
swimming leisurely.

After showering after their swim, she cooked a Greek chicken Souvlaki with
Tzatziki sauce with side order of mixed vegetables in extra virgin olive
oil, Fetta ewe's milk cheese with a kebab slice followed by small cups of
Greek coffee with glasses of iced water to wash it down ending with a
measure of Greek raki, a clear fiery spirit which she brought back from the
Greek island of Crete during her last visit in a two litre clear plastic
soft drinks bottle which if asked by customs contains Cretan holy water
from a pure water spring in the grounds of a church near Kalo Chorio
village 12 miles east of Agios Nikolaos.

Paul took a sip then gasped as the fiery liquid assaulted his taste buds
adding fire to his breath saying.

"This stuff's a real blast which is also made illegally in Australia, I've
had a few of these before but this one's really good, you must tell me
where it comes from in case I ever get to visit Crete."

Anita said. "To the south of the village is Pirgos, which is on the other
side of the stream. There's a small church where the spring flows into the
grounds which is why the water from there is blessed. Next to the church is
a cafenion which serves raki which old Kyria Yiayias brings down regularly
from the hills on her donkey. They say she makes the best raki in the whole
of Crete, should you go there you must respect their customs and ways as
they are a proudly independent people and keep this one a secret.

The Germans found out the hard way in 1941 thinking they could just walk
into their island when instead waiting for them was bullets cutting down
their young paratroopers before they even landed and don't you be like
those hoards of yobs that congregate on Malia every year."

Pompeii, September 79 AD.

The rehearsals for Antonius's and Helen's performance progressed well and
they were as ready as they'll ever be. This was the time of plenty where
they worked from dawn to dusk bringing in the harvests. Most of the fruit
and vegetables were loaded onto waiting ships accompanied by their buyers
as the whole of the city became a huge fruit and vegetable market and the
ships also transported livestock for slaughter as Rome had become totally
reliant on its imports from near and far to sustain the city.

Antonius had long waited for his chance to send a letter to his parents who
hadn't seen or heard from him since the day of the auction and with them
unable to afford their passage to even come and visit him was tearing his
very soul apart when, whilst down at the quay he saw the Moonshine Serenade
at anchor, stripped down to his loincloth and swam out to her with his
letter and some money.

Although he was taken straight to the captain who remembered Antonius
asking him to recount his story concluding the meeting with him saying.

"Seeing as you personally wrote this which tells me that you're educated. I
promise to have this delivered and If they reply, I shall send word for you
to return to my ship knowing that receiving your parent's letter could get
you into a lot of trouble," when they heard a rumble as the ground quaked
followed seconds later with the ship being hit broadside on by a six foot
wave.

Two smaller waves hit the ship broadside on which she rode with easy for
she was a strong ship having weathered many storms during her 40 year
career.

Antonius dived into the water then surfaced looking back at the ship with
content and waved to the captain and crew when he sensed that this very
ship was part of his destiny.

Ellen certainly noticed that she missed her period this month which
remained a secret which she wouldn't be able to keep indefinitely when the
villa was shook by an earthquake which cracked the plaster on the walls
destroying an erotic painting of a man having sex with a woman which she
saw as a bad omen as this was the only wall painting to be destroyed.

Marcus a new slave aged fifteen joined them that month with others swelling
their ranks for the harvest which became a very busy time for everyone when
Marcus ran up to Antonius summoning him to the River Sarno which flowed
along the edge of the property to see dead fish floating in the river as
steam rose from the surface of water too hot for a hand thrust into the
water. Marcus uttered with a look of worry on his face saying.

"This is a sign from the gods that there is fire in the underworld," when
Antonius sent him to summon his master, Senator Julius Romulus.

He returned to gaze upon the river which gave life to the region with its
pure waters and abundant fish flowing into and supplying the city with
water.

The supply of fish from the Sarno became denied to the population with the
fish market now more reliant on the sea. This was not a good sign and no
one was even aware they lived within the shadow of a volcano which
investigations amongst the elderly in the coming days failed to reveal if
the mountain has ever erupted in living memory when he promptly summoned
the centurion of the garrison to mount an expedition to conduct a survey.

Marcus was paired up with Antonius during the harvests which were the
busiest time of the year matched only by mid-winter for the olive harvests,
executed by a method since time immemorial whereby a large cloth is draped
across the ground and beaters beat into the tree branches effectively
bringing down the olives onto the cloth which is then gathered up.

Although Marcus was well advanced in puberty sporting a six inch erect
cock, Antonius quickly realized his sexual experiences were limited just to
either solo or mutual hand jobs after which he began tutoring him thereby
opening up the world of sex, lovemaking and the human body to him which
became a nightly event.

The river had cooled down sufficiently for swimming as had the waning
summer days although its waters were still too warm for swimmers, it was
just right for relaxing in presenting ideal opportunities for Antonius to
teach him to swim during their off duty times.

Both youngsters were totally naked in the water and on the riverbank and
having spent so much time naked together, they quickly got over their cocks
erecting on sight of each other.

Marcus quickly mastered the breast stroke to a sufficient proficiency that
he had the confidence to challenge Antonius to a race which, although he
swam well, he was unable to catch him, but this was not about a physical
contest of two youths approaching their prime of life, it was about their
friendship and their growing bonds for each other and as yet unbeknown to
them Antonius had taught him a skill which would one day save his very life
and soul.

Antonius learned to swim in the River Tiber near Pont Saint Angelo, Rome
since he was a small boy who was taught by a retired marine legionnaire
with his wife who taught small groups of local boys culminating in diving
off the bridge which became an annual event with those fond memories burned
into his mind when Antonius received word that the Moonshine Serenade lay
at anchor, this time a full half mile out to sea owing to the sea bottom
having risen up sufficient for him to wade out to the vessel.

He swam the last 100 or so yards then clambered up the cargo net as clearly
they were expecting him when he was led straight to the captain who
presented him with his letter in the form of a scroll tied with a wax
sealed sash, unfortunately for him he was required to pay for his letter
and all he had with him was just a few coins which was nowhere near
enough. Their intimate thoughts had travelled between them on this very
vessel across the sea only for the captain to request payment. Antonius was
crestfallen and burst out crying, all he could do was write a promissory
note to pay him after their duo performance at the amphitheatre and once
signed and witnessed by the ship's first officer he was handed the letter
with his promissory note copy. He opened it and read it with tearful eyes
his father's letter under the light of a lamp in the dimly lit cabin.

My Antonius.

Thanks to a highly corrupt court, you were taken away from us and I am
deeply sorry to say that even if the shop was sold, I would have to ask a
banker for a mortgage using the shop as collateral to raise the money to
buy your freedom. It is just too much for your mother and I so when I
received news from you that your taskmaster is a very kind man and both
yourself and his daughter Helen are performing at the Pompeii amphitheatre,
this is such good news which could only be a miracle granted by the gods as
I am sure that after a few performances you will be able to buy your
freedom outright.

From your descriptions of Helen, my wife and I have no doubts that she will
indeed make a wonderful wife for you so please take this opportunity given
to you by the gods and do your very best on this night which they have
allowed you, pay your master off then find and fulfill your destiny.

From your loving parents.

He handed the captain the letter to read out of respect for an educated man
sworn to uphold the laws of the sea who passed him back the letter but held
back his copy of his promissory note saying.

"Listen Antonius, If and when you do secure your freedom and you choose to
sign on aboard my ship, I will burn this to finally release you from your
bonds," before finally passing him his copy and finally leaving the ship.

Camp Wood-point USA, summer 2016.

Dylan quickly settled into the routines of camp life starting with that
first morning when he marched out onto the parade square with his hair tied
in a large bun wearing his British forces tie cord PT shorts, PT
instructor's white vest with a red border with the red naval crossed clubs
badge proudly on his chest where Colonel Woodcock introduced him formally
to the smartly turned out cadets lined up on parade wearing their PT kit
saying.

"This morning I take pleasure in Introducing Sergeant Dylan Masters of the
British Royal Marines Cadets from University College high school in London,
England who I trust you will be seeing a lot more of him during camp, he is
one of our sports coaches so be nice to him as I'm sure his bark is far
worse than his bite.

Dylan introduced himself to the cadets on parade saying.

"Good morning cadets, I am sergeant Dylan Masters, a Royal Marines cadet
from the University College School's Combined Cadet Force in Hampstead,
London, England. I am 18 years old having now left school completing grade
13 and taken my A level exams of which I am waiting my exam results in due
course and I am taking my gap year before starting university next year to
study forensic archeology under the eminent Professor Anita Bowers.

I have qualified in youth and sports leadership, mountain leadership,
lifesaving, lifeguarding, swimming coaching, scuba diving and expedition
leadership.

Last year I spent a week in Naples, Italy under the guidance of Professor
Bowers in piecing together the life and times of a young man not much older
than yourselves, he was a slave called Antonius who was granted his freedom
and yet he was found having taken shelter under a boat where his skeleton
was found during excavations of the Roman city of Pompeii. It is with
thanks to some paranormal activity which enabled Professor Bowers, the team
at the Naples Archeological museum and myself to complete the telling of
his story.

I am here on assignment from the Camp America organization assisting your
instructional staff to deliver to all of you a very exciting summer camp.

I know this camp is meant to challenge you so please work together to help
us make this happen, should any one have any concerns I or my colleagues
will always lend an ear. Some of you have already noticed that I have very
long hair and there is a valid reason for this, my hair will be donated to
a cancer charity that makes wigs for cancer patients which is my legacy to
those less fortunate to be struck down with this terrible afflicting
disease, thank you all."

Colonel Woodcock dismissed the parade when the cadets assigned to Dylan
gathered up their sports bags and followed him to the swimming pool where
they changed into their school team swim briefs for their first swimming
session-distance training where Dylan acted as a lane coach and he was
fortunate to have Weston in his lane group giving him more than passing
glances despite all the teen boys in his group setting off his gaydar big
time with the sight of his huge package bulge setting off theirs as well
giving those boys erections in their swim briefs.

His remit was to give verbal guidance to individual cadets between sets
immediately finding that they all swim like fishes during that first
session when he suggested to coach saying.

"How about we give those boys of yours something really useful to work
towards, a real feather in their hats, a lifesaving qualification course."

"Good idea kiddo, after the lesson, come to my office and borrow my
training manuals and spend the rest of the day studying them as I'm putting
you in charge. After collecting the training manuals Dylan saw he was
training those boys for the American Red Cross award.

After lunch having studied the manuals and drawn up his lesson plans, he
walked to the edge of the lake, stripped to his Speedos and swam out to the
island which had a boat jetty. His mind surveyed the well kept island with
cut grass and a few birch trees which provided shade from the sun
immediately seeing this island was ideal for spiriting a boy here for sex
which is also a camp ground having seen a number of fire pits noticing the
trees also concealed him from view of the main camp and not having had any
sex since leaving London with a severe case of blue baby-maker balls he
whipped his already hard 10 inches of steel hard cock with his foreskin
already retracted by itself and stroked it off to a climax shooting over a
dozen long well spaced out gushes of spunk several feet like a hose onto
the grass as food for the local bugs before tucking it back into his
Speedos knowing the swim will wash away any remaining after leakage with
his wet swim briefs drying quickly on his skin.

After dark, Dylan crept out with Weston still wearing tee shirts and
shorts, stripped off throwing their clothes into Dylan's waterproof bag and
swam out naked to the island with the bag in tow and once on the island he
led Weston to the ablutions block and entered but he daren't switch on the
lights so he used his Mini-Maglite torch fitted with a red filter to find
their way in the dark and guide Weston to position himself over a bench.

They began passionately fondling, kissing, caressing each other whilst
slowly stroking each other's rock hard cocks as Dylan relieved the boy of
his elixir of love contained within his breasts before reaching into his
bag for his lube squirting some into Weston's rear pussy hole and some of
his cock followed by taking huge hits of poppers before slowly pushing his
10 inch steel hard Red bull can sized rod into the boy giving him time to
get used to the huge invader nesting in his tight warm hole as Dylan
massaged the boy's nipples sending electricity straight to his hard wired
balls making his rock hard seven inch cock twitch and start dripping gobs
of pre-cum onto the bench.

Dylan had secretly shown Weston the method used by women to hand express
breast milk from his breasts thereby relieving him of that problem and
asked him to show him his medication realizing that they were the same
puberty boosters with Prolactin that Professor Anita Bowers had put him on
during their stay in Italy which also raised his suspicion that Weston may
also be someone's hot property.

He plowed slowly into him holding his hips whispering the mewling boy to
shut up when after a few minutes Dylan felt his rear hole clenching hard
onto his cock as ropes of spunk jetted out of the boy's cock hitting the
wall and dribbling onto the bench followed by Dylan's well spaced out huge
hot gushes of spunk flooding into his bowels and there was a lot of them
which felt like taking about five minutes before his balls were finally
empty having shot such a huge load his own package and pubes were plastered
with his own spunk when they heard the sound of a small outboard motor
approaching the island.

Dylan quickly repacked his bag under red torchlight and looked out the door
seeing the approaching dinghy when they quickly scurried to the far side of
the island leaving a trail of dripping spunk from both their cocks and the
boy's hole from where they watched the boat dock at the jetty, tie up and
someone searching the island with a powerful hand held searchlight.

They had to leave the island right now as that light would instantly expose
two naked teens even if it wasn't directly shone at them and scurried to
the far side of the island, quietly entered the water and swam to the far
side of the lake over half a mile away only to discover they had arrived at
another camp ground set in woods where they rested sat naked together on a
bench with his wet waterproof bag on the table taking only seconds to
realize this campground was occupied by campers.

Dylan stealthily crept closer to the nearest tent when he saw it was a
large civilian model as was the tent next to it which didn't take him long
to discover they were on a civilian campground when he saw a door open and
two naked figures leave an outbuilding quickly realizing they had stumbled
into a nudist camp when they heard the outboard start followed by the boat
coming straight for them even though whoever held that light wasn't
searching the water.

They quickly entered the water quickly realizing they were on a concrete
boat ramp and swam out following close to the lake shore from where they
watched the boat land on the boat ramp which was pulled up out of the
water.

Now they were faced with a long swim passing the island with a wide berth
before finally arriving back at Camp Wood-point's shore then sneaking
straight to their accommodation block and straight into the shower.

After drying off, Dylan looked in on the cadets' dormitory asking if
everything's all right when one asked him. "Have you seen Weston?"

He replied. "No, is there anyone looking for him?"

"I don't know, it's just that he's been gone a while."

"He's probably exploring the camp, I'm OK with that as long as he's back by
lights out."

Dylan left the room seeing Weston finishing his shower and said to him.

"Your mates are wondering where you are, tell them what you like except we
weren't with each other tonight."

Dylan never heard any more about that escapade for the duration of that
camp.

Hampstead, summer 2016.

Paul spent the following week house sitting for Anita during the mornings
mainly to receive her mail and any packages which proved to be an ideal
arrangement not having to pay rent for even a room which in London is
expensive and was saving his pennies plus he had free run of the house and
enjoyed the freedom of wearing only a black pair of Australian Eyeline swim
briefs the entire time.

Part way through the morning Paul heard the thump of mail landing on the
doormat which he picked up and placed into her in-tray then went back to
writing his emails on his Ipad when his email alert went off, he looked at
it seeing it was from Dave Evans who he recently met at Bondi beach just
before his flight which simply read.

`Hi Paul, how's it hanging, trust you're fine in the UK, just thought you
might be interested in reading the stories on Nifty.org. You'll find my
name on the list of authors, should give you something to while away the
time and don't forget to keep in touch with yourself. Dave'

Paul searched for the site and quickly found it which also displayed a
warning containing adult material giving him the choice to leave or enter,
he chose to enter and what he found was a truly amazing selection of LGBT
stories spanning over a quarter of a century and he was spoilt for choice.

He decided to try a different subject having met a stunningly beautiful
hermaphrodite and scored a night with her during which he took his biggest
ever cock to date from her up his rear hole which was indeed an experience
he would never forget as her cock must have been about a foot long and she
really knew how to use it when he found out that she comes by the
bucket-load just from her cock alone.

He was amazed to find she also had a pussy under her balls and during that
one night he plowed both her front and rear pussy holes with his eight
inches of fat prime teen boy pole and definitely unloaded several times
into her but not even the total volume of spunk which gushed out of his
cock that night came anywhere near the amount she could squirt out like a
fire hose just in one ejaculation alone.

He found a series penned by someone called Vintagespeedoboy, this was a
name he liked and in his mind's eye, he visualized a mature well
conditioned fellow probably in his fifties or sixties who swims a lot to
stay in shape and yet all his entries are submitted anonymously.

Paul started reading into his stories and quickly deduced that either he
really does have a knowledge spanning his mature years or he's a meticulous
researcher, either way reading Nifty stories certainly gave him loads of
hand job material to chew over but there was something about him which he
liked and If he could find him, he would be the person to help him find a
classic motorcycle to ship back home.

Anita returned from the city after lunch and changed into her string bikini
swimsuit by which time Paul had eaten his stew which she had ready for him
in the microwave with a small can of fruit cocktail with Italian pistachio
ice cream and Canadian maple syrup followed by coffee and crackers. She
checked her mail looking for a certain letter from the lab and opened it,
as she read it a look of astonishment came over her face and she called
Paul into the lounge and bade him to sit down. He entered holding his mug
and the last of the crackers and sat down.

"Paul, I have some news for you, this morning I received a letter from the
laboratory which has tested your DNA, they have compared yours to the
sample taken from Antonius which is a 90% match. The test was repeated
again and came up with the same result. The report states that there's a
very strong possibility you have a family resemblance to Antonius; they
also state that a result such as this is highly unusual. Do you know what
this means?"

"It means that Helen survived the shipwreck and she must have been rescued
by another vessel which docked at Sicily where she gave birth to a boy in
the following year; this boy can only be the first born son of Antonius,"

"That's truly amazing, I still don't believe it, this means that my
family's bloodlines go back almost 2,000 years, it's like he was my
father."

"Dylan the lad who accompanied me to Naples last year seemed to be more
receptive to his communications, he came to him in a number of dreams from
which I was able to put the missing pieces of the puzzle together. How
would you like to come with me to Naples, all expenses paid?"

"That would be a real beauty; I would love to come with you."

Paul photographed the letter and attached the photos of Antonius sent it
off to his parents saying.

`Dear momma and papa. When I arrived in the UK, something incredible
happened to me. As I walked through the airport my face triggered a facial
recognition camera and at first I thought I must have done something wrong
but this was not the case at all.'

`The face I matched up with was that of a teenager who perished at Pompeii
in 79 AD. This face was reconstructed by the eminent Professor Anita Bowers
who arranged to have it uploaded onto the Interpol database as an
experiment which matched my face to that of young Antonius; of course I
never thought this was even remotely possible.'

I attach both the letter and the photos Professor Bowers took of Antonius's
reconstructed face, the painting and the photo-shopped one taken when
another boy posed for her last year, all of which are now in the Naples
Archeological museum and stored on her computer and she has kindly invited
me to accompany her on her upcoming trip to Naples, Italy.'

`Papa, I really don't know what to say anymore, I send my love to my
family.'

Paolo.

After sending the email they fell into a lover's embrace with a lengthy
lovemaking session when Paul asked.

"Anita, would you mind if I show you the site I found today, I really think
you should look at some of the stories on there, it's called Nifty.org."

He booted up his laptop with Bluetooth onto her large screen TV, searched
and the Nifty archive came up onto the screen. Passing her the laptop she
initially selected a short lesbian story then selected the transgender
section and instantly selected teen as she's always seducing teenagers when
Paul spotted it uttering. "Look, there are the motorcycle ones."

She opened the first story and they laughed when they read about the
character that was a teenager then taking a shit when his foreman planted
an acetylene bomb outside the toilet scaring the shit out of him prompting
her to recount her visits to the Greek island of Crete describing the
Mephisto celebrations on Easter Saturday night and when she switched to a
you-tube video Paul gasped saying. "It's like a war zone."

Anita said. "Dylan came with me two years ago and he's not exactly a
regular churchgoer so getting him to attend an Easter Saturday midnight
mass was like getting blood out of a stone. The upshot of this was I had to
read him the riot act telling him that he's grossly disrespecting our
hosts, as it turns out he actually did enjoy it watching kids throw
Mephisto bangers at the church until they started targeting him."

"After what you've told me and seeing the video today, please count me in
for next year."

She deftly reached for and untied the cord of his swim briefs stroking his
cock to a solid erection then plunged her mouth onto his cock kneading his
balls and pressing his perineum whilst giving his cock head a good tonguing
savouring the taste of his pre-cum as she swallowed it when Paul asked.

"Please let me shoot off inside your booty hole."

She pulled off him, took out the lube and poppers from her bag when he
lubed up both his cock and her rear pussy hole then after they both took
huge hits of poppers, she bent over the settee and accepted his huge cock
in her rear pussy hole right to his balls then he began thrusting into her
holding her hips as she mewled like a kitten with their motion causing her
breasts with her hardened nipples to start tingling as they swung like
pendulums with their motion when she began massaging her clitoris making
her scream as fluid squirted several times out of her pussy screaming her
head off every time when she felt his cock finally swell up followed by
hard twitches and a three second gush of hot spunk flooding into her bowels
with several more well spaced out long gushes flooding into her, he finally
pulled out leaving a gaping hole in her rear pussy hole with spunk running
out and dripping onto the carpet as she quickly went to grab her cum rag.

After cleaning up followed by Anita making Greek coffee to give him the
experience, they read through his story whilst Anita started googling place
names mentioned in the story when she passed her laptop to him saying.

"Paul, I really think you should take a look at this, it's an island on the
River Thames at Shiplake near Henley on Thames called `The Lynch' this is
an aerial view of the island, now if you look here, these are tents at the
southern end on a green, here there's swimmers in the water and this looks
like a fallen tree trunk with someone stood on the end. If you look in the
middle here, there's some anomaly through the trees and this looks like
smoke from a fire near the anomaly and there's a canal barge moored here. I
think we should go and take a look as this place really does exist.

To be continued.