Date: Fri, 6 Sep 2019 14:36:51 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: The face, part 4

This story is entirely a work of fiction and all the named characters are
fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely
unintentional and is not intended to reflect negatively on their
characters.

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The face, part 4.

Naples, summer 2015.

Anita woke up under her blanket to the sensations of fullness with Dylan's
rock hard cock inside her snatch uttering in the fog of sleep. "Oh Dylan, I
love you, what time is it?"  He stirred looking at his ex military analogue
diver's watch saying. "Its half past seven, go back to sleep you sleepy
head," as he yawned. She looked at her watch saying. "You were suppose to
set your watch, why haven't you?"  "I forgot, besides these things have to
be re-set, why should I do this when I have my phone?"  "Dylan, do you know
how many people of your age can't even tell the time on an old school
watch? You wouldn't believe me if I told you."  "Go on then."  "There's
definitely a good percentage that don't, I have even taught students at
university who couldn't even tell the time from the clock on the wall and
had to look at their phones for the time, what's our country coming to?"
The sun was well up in the sky and not only did they feel its warmth, the
light tan camouflaged nylon of both British army shelter sheet bashas acted
like a lampshade allowing daylight to penetrate when Dylan got up and threw
open both ends letting in the cooler air despite both being naked when he
threw on his red Speedos.  Anita mopped around her pubes with her cum rag
quickly throwing on her string bikini then lit her tiny micro gas stove
heating up her full titanium mug of water for their muesli whilst Dylan lit
his BCB Fire-dragon field cooker to fry bacon grill in virgin olive oil cut
into cubes in his small mess tin and dug out their remaining high energy
bars and brew kits from their ration packs to make the last of their
coffees.  After breakfast, dressing and striking camp, they paid for a
single night and she let him drive the car back to the farmhouse which
certainly was a good experience for him despite having only a learner's
licence with a few driving lessons and a day's experience driving at a
disused airfield which is a lot cheaper than driving lessons when she
asked.  "Dylan, I'm thinking of buying a second car, something with a small
engine under a litre, put your name onto my insurance then carry on where
your driving instructor left off training you for your driving test, how
about it my love."  "Woo hoo, that'll be brilliant, but aren't you supposed
to be a qualified driving instructor?"  "Strictly speaking, anyone with a
full licence can sit next to you as that person's the qualified driver
although I am a member of the Institute of advanced motorists which gives
me an edge over most people."

After throwing their clothes in the wash Dylan rode the Honda scooter into
Naples and rode round exploring the city although he certainly found it a
real challenge it was also honing his riding skills and like any teenager
he wanted lunch at McDonalds and having found one he parked up, joined the
queue and had to make himself understood when ordering his Big Mac meal
with large coke and ice cream, fortunately the girl who took his order
called him when it was ready and despite his experiences he savoured his
Big Mac meal with relish.'  Next stop was a Honda motorcycle dealer which
was like stepping into most dealerships except this one had a large glass
cabinet with tuning parts and other accessories on display. The machine he
was hankering after was a Honda XR 125 which, together with insurance costs
was out of his reach back home despite having gone through a motorcycle
training school and passing his test yet here he was riding a hire machine
enjoying the experiences but one thing did bother him, he saw his gateway
with a 40 year old machine with historic vehicle classification with
insurance costs being a lot cheaper with a huge pitfall of a lot of
discontinued parts. This was no easy answer and yet there were older more
experienced people out there owning and riding them and he needed to sound
them out and the only place he was going to do that was The Ace
Café.

He rode out of the city to Marco's house by mid afternoon thankful he was
wearing his black nylon Speedos under his shorts as Marco was home playing
video games which he quickly stopped playing grabbed a towel and led him to
the beach where they hired a two seater pedal boat between them followed by
doughnut rides behind a speedboat ending with a sharp turn throwing them
each into the sea.  After their antics, Marco led him back to his house
where his mother invited him for dinner so Dylan called Anita saying.  "Hi
Anita, Dylan here, I'm round Marco's for dinner and I'll see you later."
She thought to herself. `It seems as though he's found a friend.' Even
though she knew very well that whoever he hooked up with was definitely
looking for cock and asked.  "Are you planning to stay there the night?
"I'll ask and call you back later."  "Why don't you bring him here?" He
asked him.  "Professor Bowers is inviting you to stay over with me, just
ask your mum."  "Marco, just finish your dinner and you can go with your
English friend, don't forget to take the bottle of grappa with you."  "Yes
mother."

Dylan brought Marco to the farmhouse on the scooter with his overnight bag
and when he finally parked and secured the machine, he said.  "Marco, I
should tell you that Professor Bowers is a raging nymphomaniac and tonight
you will have more sex than you've had hot pizza," his face lit up with a
beaming smile asking. "Is she really that hot?"  "Trust me, she really is
and you'll probably have to sleep all next day."

They watched `Bridge of spies' with English subtitles during when Anita
poured small measures of grappa, a clear colourless fiery spirit like raki
which certainly gave everyone a fiery breath and made Marco light
headed. It was late at night when Anita suggested going skinny-dipping in
the sea even though it was a large full moon in close orbit to earth which
lit up everywhere and resulted in their naked bodies shining in the
moonlight.  Theirs was a night to relax and savour the flat calm sea's
gentle warm caress on their bodies whilst floating with their genitals and
breasts facing the heavens where time became lost in the bliss of these
precious moments which can only end when they finally leave the sea to
huddle tightly together under the beach shower for a warm shower lasting
only seconds.

After nightcaps of hot chicken soup they slipped between the nylon tricot
bedsheets with Anita in the middle lying on her side facing Marco with his
fat six and a half inch thirteen year old rock hard leaking cock buried in
her snatch whilst Dylan's cock was buried inside her rear pussy hole. She
guided them to thrust slowly alternating with slow strokes so only one cock
was fully inside her at any one time owing to Dylan's huge nine inch
monster. Marco was also sucking on her huge nipples wishing they would give
him her elixir of love having already savoured Dylan's breast milk even
though his breasts only gave a spoonful. It was that spoonful from each
breast which is like the nectar of the gods, thanks to Anita covertly
administering prolactin which is certainly spicing up their holiday until
they return home when his milk supply will dry up as he goes his own way.

But theirs was for the moments which this night will bring, of a thirteen
year old boy's huge cock flooding her snatch with spunk and Dylan filling
her bowels with his. She was alternating between clenching her vaginal and
anal muscles on their cocks whilst Marco's mouth alternated between each
breast with his hand massaging the other and passionately tongue kissing
her whilst it was Dylan's finger massaging her clitoris when she erupted
into a highly intense crashing squirting orgasm plastering Marco's pubes
with female cum as she screamed her head off with her entire body
convulsing as Marco uttered.  "She's just gone off like my mum," that's
when she and Dylan realized this boy's having regular sex with his mum and
judging by the size of his cock he must be taking puberty boosters.  It was
Marco who shot his hot load first which for a boy of his age she became
surprised at the amounts she felt gush inside her with a powerful jerk as
every squirt flooded inside her and he actually managing ten squirts which
although creditable still doesn't come anywhere near Dylan's huge pussy
filling loads and his was flooding her bowels whilst she was convulsing at
the height of her orgasm.

Marco had certainly gave her what for in the sex department and her mind
began chewing over inviting him to the UK to stay at her house and being
the height of the summer holidays most towns in the UK are hosting foreign
language students from the EU, Marco would certainly pass for a foreign
language student as they are all of secondary school age and with her
connections she could certainly arrange his placement for the following
year.  They repeated their session the following morning amidst a room
reeking of the smells of sex, sweat and teen boy smells and with all three
showering together became a tight squeeze so they just stayed in there
longer.  After drying off, fortunately Marco's royal blue Speedos were in
his overnight bag so when Anita simply asked him to wear only his Speedos
to breakfast, a huge beaming smile came to his face seeing Dylan also
wearing only his red Speedos and Anita wearing her black G-string bikini.
After breakfast their next visit would be to the Campi Flegrei caldera.

Pompeii, October 79 AD.

Antonius had already came to Dylan in a number of dreams communicating his
story which he recounted to Anita who recorded it and took notes and as
Dylan slept, he was telling his story from the other side of time.
Antonius and Helen performed a full dress rehearsal at the amphitheatre in
front of Julius Romulus and his wife sat at the front with a few friends
and the amphitheatre's director who kept changing positions testing the
acoustics on different levels whilst they sung the dove song to the
accompaniment of Helen's harp. It was such a beautiful song describing how
the dove flies when the sun rises on such a new day as it flies up to the
sun with the freedom of the skies over the mountains. It was the perfect
song describing a creature of the gods with its total freedom to fly where
no arrow could reach it seeing and hearing the sights, sounds and smells of
untouched lands when Julius detected Antonius's wishes of freedom in his
sweet voice but when Helen sang the second half of the song, his wife cried
tears of joy.

October had brought with it the fine weather with mild nights and blessed
them with a warm sea to swim in during the evenings. The grape harvest had
yielded a bumper crop with everyone treading them down into a pulp to yield
the sweet rich juice to make into a wine of outstanding vintage, a wine
which would be the best in living memory yet it was hard work and they were
faced with a mountain of grapes which never seemed to get any smaller and
theirs wasn't the only estate making wine either with even the elders
smiling at the river of wine about to flow from all the cellars in the
region with rivers of wine already fermenting with the promise of a good
and prosperous future.

Antonius certainly noticed that Helen's complexion had taken on a healthy
glow and even her parents noticed this, she became worried that her second
period hadn't yet occurred thinking it may be late when she became sick one
morning with violent vomiting and a physician was called who gave her
something to soothe her saying she needs plenty of rest with hot water
mixed with honey and lemon juice. Her parents became worried that if she
hadn't recovered in time the performance they rehearsed so hard for would
have to be cancelled.

The earthquakes were becoming more frequent now and the river was boiling
at its source from the mountain issuing clouds of steam which stank of
sulphur.  Marcus became adamant that the gods of the underworld were at war
on seeing the river with water almost hot enough to scald skin, dead fish
along the riverbanks now long since eaten by scavenging animals and
birds. He had certainly observed that all the birds were leaving even
though the summer bird migration had already left a month ago and he also
noticed that the grapes this year were hardly ever plundered by birds which
he saw as a bad omen.  He was born into slavery and spent his entire life
of fifteen years living on farms with a knowledge the equal of many estate
owners and he knew perfectly well that birds plunder grapes on the vine
forcing growers to protect them with nets.  The survey conducted by the
centurion at the time reported that the river was warmer than usual
deducing the cause was the hot sunny weather with little cause for alarm as
by then the waters had already cooled yet if they were to mount a second
survey they would be definitely be confirming what Marcus has already seen.

Prayers and sacrifices were offered to the gods at the forum thanking them
for a bountiful harvest and Helen recovered quickly from her bout of
sickness in good time for their performance when another earthquake struck.
Both Antonius and Marcus were having regular sex with each other almost on
a daily basis now and it was certainly noticed their relationship was more
than a friendship which inadvertently also served another purpose that of
allaying any fears of him impregnating Helen but the coming months won't
hide her belly as it gets larger.

 Antonius wore a white linen tunic with a blue border and Helen wore a
white flowing silk dress which accentuated her figure adding volume to her
breasts with her shiny dark hair neatly combed and flowing down her back
with them both looking the ideal young couple to be singing a duo and they
gave an excellent performance at the amphitheatre with their early
performances bringing roars of laughter from the audience followed by a
play after which they took the centre rear of the ring for the best
acoustics with Antonius singing the first part of the dove song followed by
Helen singing the second part with their sweet youthful voices now at their
best and the entire audience hearing the sweet notes of her harp when the
song ended to a standing ovation with them bowing together followed by
verbally thanking the audience with their performing futures now assured
when they both went up to her parents for them to kiss, hug and
congratulate them when Julius's wife said.  "You were both truly
exceptional tonight and we've already received word asking you for more
performances and as for you Antonius, we really must congratulate you," .
.  .  "Thank you."  Some minutes passed by as people were leaving the
amphitheatre as both Antonius and Helen embraced in a hug with the euphoria
of their successful performance when another earthquake struck with hoards
of people screaming lasting only seconds. It was the evening of the 23rd
October 79 AD. They both slept peacefully that night with Antonius in the
slave quarters and Helen in her luxurious bed unaware of the events about
to occur just hours away but not before Antonius and Marcus were about to
consummate their friendship.

Both sneaked out to the shrine in the garden and said prayers pledging
their love for each other to the god Hermaphroditus, although the god of
hermaphrodites and effeminates, the god represented a deity of both sexes.
They stripped totally naked and fell into a very passionate embrace tongue
kissing, fondling each other, sucking on each other's nipples and cocks and
as is the custom, it is the younger youth who will be sinking his rock hard
cock into the older one first.  Antonius brought with him a small pot of
virgin olive oil for their lube and placed a generous amount onto Marcus's
cock then instructed him to lube his rear hole with a finger, he slowly
pushed his throbbing leaking cock into Antonius and holding him by the hips
began thrusting into him. At first he went at it with gusto before Antonius
asked him to check his pace, by now his own cock was dripping his pre-cum
love juices onto the grass and it didn't take him long before he shot a
good load deep into his bowels, now he had to lick out his own sweet boy
honey spunk and feed it to him in a tongue kiss.

It was Antonius's turn to plow his huge eight inches of rock hard cock into
Marcus's rear hole and he knew he would have to take the greatest of care
not to hurt him, although his taking his six inch teen boy cock was a walk
in the park for him, it won't be for Marcus unless he takes it steady.  He
lubed his hole and his own cock good and proper and slowly pushed into him
taking his time and allowing him the time to get used to the huge monster
invading his hole before he began thrusting in to him at a steady slow pace
even though the huge end of his cock was doing the most wonderful things to
his secret love button triggering his spunk to fly out of his cock several
feet in powerful jets onto the grass as his rear hole clenched onto
Antonius's huge cock taking him over the edge with a monster load flooding
into the boy's bowels followed by pulling out, licking as much of his own
spunk out of him and feeding it to him with a very passionate tongue kiss
followed by them squatting down and ejecting each other's spunk onto the
grass and their final act of love was to sleep together naked in the same
bed.

Hampstead, summer 2016.

Paul began looking up the locations mentioned in the Nifty story drawing a
blank on the Honda dealer despite being listed on various business
directory pages. The Lynch Island looked more promising and with the aerial
photo showing tents pitched on a green to the island's south, it was a good
sign that the island is being used as a camp site and they both knew that
camping on the island was ideal for sex in a tent.  Paul came well equipped
for backpacking although his tent was only for a single person. Anita had
some camping gear, some of which she used last year when she camped with
Dylan on Mount Vesuvius using two British army desert basha shelter sheets,
a groundsheet and trekking poles for their makeshift tent and sleeping
together in a blanket, she reasoned if their makeshift tent kept them dry
during a thunderstorm, it could do the same again but Dylan was in the USA
with his basha and his BCB Fire-dragon field cooker which was cheap enough
but she needed another basha and searched for military surplus dealers
specializing in camping.  She drove Paul to the shop and what truly amazed
her were the prices as the shop was in her eyes a bargain hunter's paradise
and they were stacked out with desert camo bashas although the DPM ones
were a little more expensive.  She bought a desert basha, pack of 6mm steel
tent pegs, parachute cord, British army mess tins, Fire-dragon field cooker
with fuel, cheap cutlery set, black 30 litre British army rucksack, two
ration packs and a double sleeping bag with a double nylon sleeping bag
liner as whatever else she required was back at her home.  Between them
they sorted out their kit between them for a single night exploratory stay
on the island, she test erected her shelter sheet tent using the method
from the previous year, finally packed and were ready to go.

They arrived at Shiplake church using her satnav to navigate the car
parking opposite the church with the car hard against the wall after
letting Paul out, they took their backpacks out of the boot with Paul
carrying his larger ex military olive green backpack and wearing just tee
shirts, shorts and cordura hiking shoes they followed the path down the
hill after she checked her Ordnance survey map which led to the towpath and
a half mile walk to the island.  They gazed across the backwater at the
island seeing the large fallen tree trunk long gone and replaced by a
diving platform thinking.  `How the hell are we supposed to get on there as
we don't even have a boat?"  Further to the south were a few small cabin
cruisers moored on the island and they tried hailing someone, a mature man
looked out of his boat when Anita shouted.  "We're trying to get onto the
island."  "Oh, you want old Rick, he's the one who looks after the island,
he's moored on the other side, if you wait there, I'll go and fetch him."
A few moments later a long canal barge named 'Countess of Clewer' rounded
the northern end of the island momentarily docking against the riverbank
where they boarded and the vessel left bound for its mooring on the other
side of the island. Rick asked.  "What brings you here to this island?"
Anita replied. "Paul's recently arrived from Australia and he found it on
his computer seeing an aerial photo with tents on the green."  "It's a camp
site which belongs to Shiplake College who owns this place and they use it
during term time. As for myself, I do the landlords a few favours, rather
like a grounds man if you like collecting site fees and maintaining the
site which only opens to the public from April to September, come, I'll
show you around."  Paul asked. "I'm trying to locate a guy who worked at a
Honda motorcycle shop which closed down a few years ago wondering if he
could help me with finding a classic motorcycle to ship back home."  "I
know who you mean, you want Jack Duggan, he's an Australian better known as
`Jack the bomb' having owned a used car lot out there."  Paul chuckled and
burst out laughing with Anita asking.  "What's so funny about a used car
lot?"  "We call an old decrepit car a bomb in Australia and clearly this
guy's got his name from selling heaps of bombs from his car yard."  Anita
replied. "I pity whoever he has as his customer service manager."

Rick gave them a guided tour of the island with Paul noting the accuracy of
the descriptions in the Nifty stories; he picked his moment to ask him.
"Are you aware that someone has written a story about this island on a gay
porn site called Nifty?"  "I am indeed and my guess it's written by a
student who was expelled as his way of getting back at the school, of
course it can't be proved as he's hidden behind anonymity even though at
the time this place became very popular for gay and lesbian campers and
touch wood, they never gave any trouble."  "Anita said. "There you go young
man; you can't always believe what you read," "Maybe, but he's damn well
right about that motorcycle fellow, I think he knows and he's not letting
on."

They pitched up their shelter on the south green although it was a hard
choice between there and the area under the trees which certainly had ample
space and Paul has noticed an area once used as a fire pit leaving him
wondering if the island will ever give up its secrets?"  Rick showed them
an old ex military water bowser containing drinking water for the island
which has no piped water supply and the whereabouts of the ablutions hut at
the northern end followed by cooking their boil in the bag main meals
followed by hot coffee.  After their meals and washing up, Rick invited
them for a coffee on board his vessel, the name of which raised a smile
with Anita who grew up in Windsor seeing the vessel named `Countess of
Clewer.' The interior décor of the vessel reminded her of a
Victorian house when Paul realized this vessel together with her owner was
also mentioned in the stories which appeared about ten years previously and
if there's any truth in them, this could mean that this island was once a
hotbed of sex amongst teenagers.

They retired for the night snuggled up together inside their shelter
sharing her double sleeping bag with a silky nylon tricot sleeping bag
liner totally naked with his rock hard cock buried inside her snatch
leaking his pre-cum love juices and teasing her with its twitches. There
was no need for him to plow his cock inside her as just leaving it in her
warm pussy was enough to make him shoot his load inside her on its own and
if he fingered her clitoris, which was enough to trigger her squirting
gushing orgasms.  Theirs was a quiet night without setting any alarms and
come morning they spent a while snuggled up together with his rock hard
cock buried inside her snatch giving her the sensations of fullness she
craves despite having sex fluids on their skins, the sleeping bag and its
liner when he managed to lift up her breast and began alternatively sucking
on her nipples followed by gently plowing into her and filling her warm
pussy with yet more spunk.  They finally got out of bed, dressed in tee
shirts and shorts and cooked their breakfasts deciding to shower at her
house, finally striking camp when she found a USB flash drive contained
inside a clear plastic seal up bag and having questioned each other, they
knew it wasn't either of theirs.  They asked Old Rick if he knew anything
about it showing it to him and he had no knowledge of it either
saying. "Finders keepers."  She finally paid him their site fees and
boarded his vessel to be ferried the half mile to the river frontage.

After arriving at her house, unpacked, loaded the washing machine and
showered together followed by coffee, she loaded the flash drive into her
laptop with Bluetooth onto her large flat screen TV, they watched the video
of teens with the girls wearing bikinis and lads wearing Speedos swimming
and frolicking in the backwater, jumping and diving off the tree
trunk. Other shots showed them totally naked when they saw these girls all
had huge monster cocks with extra long hair, they became astonished to see
that some of them were also hermaphrodites.  Other shots showed Rick's
vessel slowly passing swimmers in the backwater, the teens all
skinny-dipping, their huge communal shelter built up from British army
basha shelter sheets under the trees draped over by a camouflage net and
the teens wearing only swimsuits queuing up with British army mess tins
seeing a busty blond haired she male with hair down to her bottom wearing
only red Speedos packing a monster cock serving them from a military field
kitchen with Old Rick. The video also showed them having sex amongst
themselves and with some older men, watching this was way better than any
porn movie and answered their questions as to what truly occurred on that
island begging the question as to who really did place that flash drive
inside their shelter.

Camp Wood-point summer 2016.

Dylan began attracting sexual partners like bees to a honey pot starting
with the school's head swimming coach who quickly became his fuck buddy
combined with female role play for which his long hair has became his best
asset. He dresses Dylan up applying make-up and lipstick with very slutty
clothes consisting of sheer black fully fashioned stockings held up with a
suspender belt, he wears an old red pair of Truwest nylon swim briefs as
panties with the draw cord tucked in with a tiny high leg low rise tartan
micro skirt revealing the bottom of those swim briefs, a red see through
underwired uplift bra giving his breasts an obscene uplift with huge nipple
pokies under a see through white crop top carrying a handbag and sexily
smoking a cigarette from a long cigarette holder.  Dylan pulls this off
really well as his presence is never questioned even when leaving or
entering the camp during the evenings in a cab with the swimming coach who
pimps him out as a hooker making shit loads of money and sharing the loot
between them.  After buying him some Prolactin from a drug dealer, he's put
Dylan back on them upping the dosage to bring out his milk supply again
which he managed to do in the first week albeit in small amounts although
even with the time they have available to them, it's the best they can hope
for.

This coach is so well connected with the sex industry that he's asked Dylan
about undergoing a surgical transformation to become a female hermaphrodite
and is looking to start a crowd-funding site to raise the money required
for his transformation surgery which will give him both sets of fully
functioning sex organs capable of giving childbirth with a breast and
nipple enlargement programme using the Noogleberry method combined with
various supplements and to assist in raising the amounts required, he has
also asked a computer whiz kid about attempting to crack the lottery for a
huge jackpot to fund his surgery.  Meanwhile his sex life on camp has
really taken off by sleeping with a different teenage cadet every night and
plowing each other's rear pussy holes. The head coach is also pounding his
cock into Dylan's rear hole during a break in pool sessions.  He wants
Dylan to consider his options on staying on in the US after summer camp
finishes as normally his J1 visa usually lasts about a month afterwards
when they'll fly to LA and during that month he'll be working as a porn
star and pocketing shit loads of cash despite missing the allure of sexy
sleepovers with Anita back at Hampstead and sex with local teenagers when
he decided to call her, that's when he received the news that Marco has
arrived in the UK for the summer holidays.

Naples, summer 2015.

Anita drove them to a vantage point on high ground overlooking the Campi
Flegrei caldera from the rim where they saw the massive size of the
depression formed by the collapsed volcano when it last erupted. Marco
became an excellent tour guide despite his tender years as he spoke his
commentary saying.  "Within that circular depression is the Campi Flegrei
caldera which last erupted 15,000 years ago and it's still active. If you
think Vesuvius was bad, this monster is many times worse and should it
blow, the city of Naples may well become the next Pompeii."  "Just over 30
years, the sea floor rose up and there were earthquakes, some people were
evacuated mainly to protect them from earthquakes. There are millions of
people living both here and in the city of Naples which is estimated to
take around a week to evacuate them all," when he realized the threat posed
to millions of people going about their daily lives them becoming unable to
escape from the very forces of nature which helped shape our planet.  Dylan
drove the car to the Temple of Seraphis where they saw the evidence on the
pillars that the temple was once below the sea made by marine organisms
boring into the marble and where barnacles were attached when Marco said.
"The evidence shown on these columns illustrates that the sea floor here
has rose by about 12 metres and this is within the last thousand years."

Anita took them on a tour of the underground city below Naples where
there's miles of tunnels leading to places from antiquity locked in time
seeing catacombs, churches, roman baths fed from hot springs with clear
water and very tempting to swim in. Dylan thought.  `That's one off my
bucket list to swim in what must be the world's oldest pool' Everyone was
given a lighted tub candle each to light the way along timeless narrow
tunnels being lit just as they were 2,000 years ago, it was like time here
had stood still, it was only their clothes, cameras, phones, electric
lighting and old vintage cars and motorcycles left here from when the place
was a police pound plus there was also some military vehicles left over
from WW2.  There was one place deep within the depths of the tunnels where
they came to a locked gate called the Devil's spring? The water which
flowed here was hot enough to scald skin and for those who stood near the
water's edge it was likened to walking into a sauna.

After leaving the underground city, coming back into sunlight again almost
hurt their eyes as they walked to a nearby restaurant for a pizza with
Italian ice cream for lunch followed by a two hour pleasure boat cruise
with the boat anchoring up for everyone to change into swimsuits and dive
into the sea for a cooling swim ending the day with Marco's family for
dinner ending with Dylan sleeping over with Marco for a night of sex
together in his bed whilst Anita slept in a separate room wishing she was
also in bed with them.

Their remaining days passed by seeing more of the sights of Naples and
visiting the Roman city of Herculaneum ending with both Dylan and Marco
plowing their cocks into Anita's pussy filling her up with loads of spunk
before finally leaving on their flight to London's Heathrow airport with a
two litre clear soft drinks bottle of Grappa in Anita's suitcase and a
selection of Italian cheeses in Dylan's backpack.

Camp Wood-point, Summer 2016.  After receiving that phone call and emails
from Anita, Dylan decided to return to the UK after camp following two
weeks of sex with the head swimming coach and the cadets, naturally he was
dismayed by his decision and yet he understood but he still had one more
money making scheme up his sleeve with a weekend in LA having arranged for
him to star in a porn movie as a she-male.  They entered a proper fully
kitted out film studio with probably the best make up, hair stylists and
costumers in the business who went to work applying make up and lipstick
then dressing him up in a woman's business suit with skinny nylon trousers,
a see through white blouse exposing a red see through underwired uplift bra
wearing sheer stockings held up with a suspender belt, red G-string panties
barely able to contain his huge package having to tuck his huge cock under
his balls with high heeled shoes and never having worn them he was given a
lesson in how to walk.

His first clip was a job interview scene where he walks into an office and
thankfully the coach had upped his dosage of Prolactin thereby enabling him
to produce more breast milk.  He was asked to take a seat introducing
himself as Dylanne Masterson for the position of personal secretary when
coffee was offered with a cigarette which he put into the long cigarette
holder given to him by the coach and lit it up when she said.  "Damn, silly
bitch has forgotten the milk."  He replied. "I can help you with that,"
when he unbuttoned his blouse, moved the bra aside asking for a cup and
began hand expressing breast milk from his breasts into the cup with the
camera coming in for a close up shot then pouring the milk into each cup.
As they sipped their coffee whilst he also sexily smoked the cigarette
blowing smoke rings she asked.  "So Miss Masterson, what other attributes
do you have which are beneficial to my clients?"  "Something which most
women don't have which they crave for."  "That's interesting, would you
mind if I?"  "Of course not," the camera zoomed in on his unbuttoned blouse
showing both breasts with his huge nipples with a bead of milk on each one
when they both got up and fell into a lover's embrace as he repositioned
his cock from the constraints of the G-string allowing it to become fully
hard leaking his pre-cum love juices into the trousers before he began
humping into her as she said.  "I see what you mean," when she hiked up her
skirt moving her thong out the way then bent over the desk whilst he
dropped the trousers and G-string to his ankles and stroked his cock as
more of his juices dripped onto the floor before plowing his huge 10 inch
pole inside her snatch whilst she moaned like a bitch when, as briefed he
pulled out stroking his cock when over a dozen huge long gushes of spunk
hosed out of his cock all over her back and hitting the back of her head
with huge gobs of spunk wetting her hair when the scene stopped.  Their
producer entered the room saying.  "Dylan, that was swell, you're one of
the best we've had, if you both get cleaned up and dressed then take your
positions at the desk for the closing shot when you both get up on cue
after she's offered you the job for the final handshake."  Dylan had
successfully starred in his first ever porn video and by the finish of the
weekend he starred in another five, all with different storylines and
settings pocketing $500 with firm offers of more before boarding his flight
to the UK dreaming of his re-union with Anita, Paul and 14 year old Marco
with more adventures on his home turf at Hampstead ponds and Highgate
cemetery.

The adventures continue.