Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2019 13:06:33 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: 1950's Boarding School 2

1950's Boarding School part two.

This is entirely a work of fiction inspired by the Channel 4 TV series
`That'll teach em' in 2005 when a group of 30 British teenagers spent four
weeks back in time experiencing a typical 1950's British Boarding Grammar
School with its harsh discipline, old school teaching syllabus culminating
in taking 1950's GCE `O' level exams. This and the German series `Die Hardt
Schole' (The Hard School) is my main source material for this story, both
of which are on Youtube.

The school and all the named characters is entirely a work of fiction and
any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely unintentional and
is not intended to reflect negatively on their characters.

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Chapter two=English summer holidays.

Having finally arrived at his grandmother's pre-fabricated council house
after a week long flight from Singapore at the start of the 1952 British
school summer holidays in a RAF Avro York transport aircraft, fifteen year
old Dylan Masters began settling into his Grandmother's pre-fabricated
council house on the Everitts estate to the west of the town patterned from
an American bungalow.

This type of house was being built all over the country in a major house
building programme which began shortly after the ending of World War Two in
an attempt to house the huge numbers of people made homeless during the war
and the dregs of humanity, many of them homeless and destitute were being
housed whilst efforts are being made to get England working again during
times of post war austerity and food rationing. Many of the close
communities from pre-war London have found themselves displaced and a
community spirit is now lacking in these new housing estates which are
housing people from everywhere.

Dylan had arrived at his grandmother's house in a strange town from
tropical Singapore and had to both acclimatize and find his feet once
more. Firstly he bought a street map and began exploring the town when he
quickly discovers his bicycle is attracting the unwanted attention of
thieves. Fortunately after having palled up with some local boys they had
the ideal solution.

Their estate had an excellent grape vine which enabled Dylan to source all
the parts required to construct a stripped down bicycle from discarded
parts from a number of sources including the local rubbish dump and
thankfully with its decrepit appearance was far less likely to attract the
attention of thieves as, just like the local kids on the estate, he rode a
bike of similar appearance whilst his Carlton remained securely locked up
inside the house.

Dylan's exploratory bike rides on his newly constructed stripped down
bicycle had already located two swimming pools in the town. The indoor one
at the back of the community centre was closer if he rode through the
trading estate. The other pool was a key shaped outdoor pool at the Montem
pleasure park. It took a longer bike ride to reach the Windsor stretch of
the River Thames which was always packed and thanks to local knowledge and
paying for a penny ride on a River Thames steamer, he alighted at Boveney
lock with his bike taking in the stunning views of this stretch of the
river although one place a quarter of a mile from the lock really caught
his eye having seen it from the boat as it approached the lock. He saw a
mini beach where a stream flowed into the river under a small bridge at the
towpath junction which was ideal and this stretch of the river was also
popular with campers; it was the ideal place to take a boy swimming
followed by cooking their meals with a camping sleepover. He checked his
Ordnance survey map and discovered if he rode to Eton Wick village on the
other side of the meadow, he could pick up another route home.

He packed the map in his backpack, a framed ex military rucksack from the
previous war, stripped down to his black silk swim briefs and waded into
the water feeling contented at his feet on the gently sloping sandy bottom
which dropped suddenly after a few yards leaving him in deep water.

He swam to the opposite bank before turning and heading upstream when he
felt the warmth of the nearby stream flowing into the river like a huge
warm tap had been turned on and it was this area of the river he spent
those moments of bliss swimming a relaxing stroke in the water maintaining
his position like a boat taking up station. He had found his favourite
swimming spot when another boy arrived on his bike, stripped down to his
black silk high leg low rise swimming trunks he wore under his navy blue
school P E shorts, entered the water and swam out to him saying.

"I haven't seen you here before, what's your name and where are you from?"

"Dylan Masters, I'm staying with my grandmother on the Everitts estate
having just arrived from Singapore, Dad's in the RAF."

"Bernie Janusek, my family's Polish who came here to escape the war, dad
works on the trading estate at The British Internal Combustion Engine
Research Institute working on racing car engines." They shook hands in the
water before swimming back to the beach and lying down on the grass.

Bernie wore a black pair of black silk high leg low rise square cut
swimming trunks but it was Dylan's skimpy black silk swim briefs which
caught his eye, especially as they did nothing to conceal his package and
even soft, Dylan's cock was a fat six inches and larger than most boys of
his age even with their erections, it lay towards his left hip like a log
filling out his swim briefs and erects to over nine inches hard leaking his
pre-cum love juices like a tap. The sight of his hugely erect cock tucked
inside those skimpy briefs fuelled his lust and having already wanked off
some local boys he wanted to give Dylan's huge cock his full
attention. Firstly he asked.

"Your swimming trunks are so tiny, where did you get them from? I take it
they're not girl's knickers."

"No, they're not. I got these as I swam for my school out there, it's what
we wore in competitions, our coach said it's to help you slip through the
water which I don't believe for one moment as I'm just as fast wearing the
same trunks as yourself."

"You must have loads of people staring at your cock, doesn't it bother
you?"

"No, you get used to it although there's no shortage of men wanting to play
with it and giving it a good wank, some of them give it a good sucking and
drink all of my spunk, now that feels truly amazing, the sensations are on
another level altogether guaranteed to make you scream."

I saw that Bernie's cock was now fully hard forming both a formidable tent
and a large wet spot in his swimming trunks when he asked.

"How about swimming across the river? There's an ideal spot on the other
side of the bushes."

They waded into the water together and swam across to a gravel bank,
clambered up the bank through a gap in the bushes into a small wooded copse
on the other side, it was an ideal spot for sex, concealed by the
vegetation with a grassy patch in the middle where the sun shone through
and they could dry off.

Bernie said he's fourteen and Dylan replied that he's fifteen as they made
more small talk with Dylan lovingly caressing and kissing him in their
lover's embrace when he sucked all his love juices which coated the head of
Bernie's six and a half inch fat cock making him utter a loud moan in
surprise then saying.

"No one's ever done that to me before, it feels so amazing."

"And your juices taste lovely, now I have a really nice surprise for you, I
would like you to suck on my tits."

Dylan started taking the pills given to him by the brothel keeper and they
had already started working their magic on him, he was warned that they
were strong and the bottle contained well over 100 of them. He already had
well developed pectorals owing to his swimming training and using the RAF's
gym after school, his breasts have now taken on a more rounded appearance
like those of a schoolgirl with his nipples growing out to the size of
thimbles topping round protruding breast buds which seriously tents out his
tee shirt and he's started making his first milk which he squeezes out onto
his hand and licks it clean.

Bernie got the surprise of his life when he sucked on his nipples drawing
out his small amounts of breast milk uttering a loud sigh and exclaiming.

"If that's milk, you taste really delicious, shame you don't make a lot."

Dylan went to work sucking his cock having become highly skilled in this
art whilst massaging and tweaking his nipples then sticking his finger up
his rear hole putting him into sensory overload with powerful sensations on
the head of his cock and inside his balls making him shoot off his load
into his eager mouth in seconds whilst seeing stars and trying to stifle
his screams.

Being of very limited skills, all Bernie knew was how to wank a cock and
Dylan's was certainly the largest one he's encountered so far, so much so
that his hand didn't even encircle it, with his other hand he massaged
Dylan's huge nipples when he felt his cock become even larger jerking
powerfully in his hand and shooting several well spaced out jets of spunk
like a fire hose about several feet having stored up his spunk for a few
days.

They just lay on the grass totally naked with Dylan lovingly caressing him
whilst explaining each move thereby adding to Bernie's experience giving
him those necessary skills to love his friends with during sleepovers.

Having finished, they swam back across the river, dried off and before
parting company, he wrote his address into his pocket note book.

Dylan sat on the grass waiting to dry in the sun and lit up a cigarette,
with his bike and backpack safely padlocked and changed back into tee shirt
and shorts he scouted the area looking for suitable spots to camp which
didn't take him long but what he needed was a tent. There must have been
thousands of ex British army two man bivouac tents on the market except
they were made of a heavy canvas and having heard from the local grapevine
about an army surplus shop in the Chalvey district, he headed there.

For a small shop located on a street corner, it was indeed well stocked and
the proprietor certainly knew his business. He started by bringing out an
unissued pair of British army aluminium mess tins, a Compactum clip
together cutlery set, army jack knife followed by a large six foot and six
inches square canvas tarp bearing the serial number JA8156 from a huge pile
saying.

"I sell a lot of these to Boy Scouts and cadets, two of these forms a tent
which the army used before they brought out the bivouac tent, you just need
some guy lines, three foot tent poles and tent pegs which you can get from
the camping shop on the Windsor road. He paid for the items, packed them
into his backpack and left.

At the camping shop he bought a pack of plated steel quarter inch tent
pins, a pack of Bulldog alloy guy line plates, several yards of guy line
and two Bulldog alloy three section nesting tent poles which erect into a
three foot tent pole when another item took his fancy although he would
have to buy it another day. Made of brass by Trangia of Sweden, it was a
small alcohol burner. Dylan had heard about these from a Boy Scout at his
school, now half a world away and this was his first time his eyes feasted
on one, he simply had to have it for he knew it would fit inside his
American army canteen cup stove which he would have to file grooves in the
top of the stove to accept two shortened tent pins laid across to form his
pot support having seen this at the army surplus shop. He rode home just in
time for tea.

After tea, he pondered over how these two canvas tarps form a tent and
quickly worked out that two edges were tied together making the tarp
thirteen feet long, he pegged one end into the ground, assembled both tent
poles to support the middle then pegged out the opposite end, he had
erected an A frame tent which was open on both sides and provided plenty of
room, feeling disgruntled at seeing an open sided tent he walked around it
deep in thought as what he wanted was an enclosed setup.

It had only cost him 10 bob in total whereas a bivouac tent was three quid
plus carriage from a London army surplus dealer, he already had two
groundsheets which the Carlton racing bike arrived in when he moved the one
tent pole to the middle then pegged out the sides, the resulting structure
was too narrow then he tried it with the bottom section removed from the
pole lowering its height to 22 inches, he re-pegged it out and liked what
he saw, it was a very low profile tent held up with a single pole in the
middle whichrequired entering from the side. He brought out both
groundsheets and laid them out lengthways, although two boys would normally
sleep end to end, they could squeeze into the one end for sex, he had
erected a shelter design which could withstand high winds and even driving
rain which if erected in the woods, he could dispense with the single tent
pole altogether and suspend the apex from a tree branch with a length of
Jute twine having already seen a box full of twine balls at the Chalvey
shop. Dylan's tent setup also had the advantage of being shared out between
two boys when he thought about the camouflage net on display which if
draped over the tent may assist in concealing its presence. He tried
another setup by tucking in the sides which formed his tent into a diamond
shape which gave less room but was indeed a viable tent shape which
required suspending from a tree branch thereby dispensing with the central
tent pole. He had, in effect erected what he would be later know as a
Swedish lone wolf tent; this was a shape which pleased him immensely then
he packed it away, finished his chores and went swimming riding his
stripped down bike to the pool at the back of the community centre.

After chaining his bike to a fence and locking it, he entered the pool's
building which resembled one of the many industrial buildings on the nearby
trading estate housing an indoor swimming pool.

Having paid, he entered the male communal changing room and took the
precaution of changing into his black silk square cut swimming trunks as
this was his first ever visit to this pool. He gazed over the pool with its
100 foot length by 30 foot width from the three foot shallow end at the
seven foot six deep end with diving boards, he entered the right side of
the pool and swam lengths within the roped off lane. There was a junior
lifeguard aged about fifteen stood next to the lifeguard who watched his
progress through the water satisfying himself that Dylan was indeed a
powerful swimmer but what really caught his eye was seeing both his breasts
and his log like cock bulging out his swimming trunks instantly fuelling
the boy's six inch erection and tenting out his navy blue cotton drawstring
school P E shorts. He had seen the largest breasts on a boy topped with
large nipples on pointed breast buds and his huge cock bulge with his
thoughts wanting to hook up with him and formulating a plan to make this
happen.

Having swum over half a mile on front crawl he exited the pool on the 25th
length and started using the diving boards.

A tousle haired boy of about twelve said to Dylan.

"Look at you with your girls boobs, I bet you make milk," Dylan's anger
flared up as he loudly replied.

"Hey you; watch what you're saying in here, this is a public place and you
are going about it the right way to upset someone who may even land you
one."

Suddenly the junior lifeguard was right beside them and he said in a raised
voice to the boy.

"I've warned you before about your behaviour in here, you have upset this
person, firstly you apologize to him then go and get changed." The boy
walked smartly away sticking two fingers up at them with a V sign. The
junior lifeguard said.

"Look, I'm sorry that boy's insulted you, if you want to know, he's a
trouble maker, I'll speak to the boss and ask him to have him banned from
here when I go off, If you want, we'll have a cup of tea together as my
break is next."

"Thank you, I'll like that very much."

A quarter of an hour later, the junior lifeguard left the pool when his
replacement walked on, he returned with a large towel and said.

"Follow me, you can use our shower and when you're dried off I'll have a
nice cup of tea made for you, then we'll talk."

Dylan exited the shower, dried off and was handed a pair of navy blue
cotton school P E shorts with a tee shirt and led into the office. He sat
on a chair and on the desk was a mug of tea and two Penguin chocolate
covered biscuits, he said.

"My boss would like to talk to you, meanwhile enjoy your tea, my name's
David.

They shook hands, introduced themselves and made small talk over tea, it
struck Dylan that he was now wearing identical tee shirt and shorts as
David and indeed the other lifeguards here and quickly realized it was
their staff uniform when David said.

The boss looked in and watched you swim, he's very pleased at what he saw
and would like to speak with you, I'll see you later," when a dark haired
man in his forties walked in wearing a track suit sporting several Royal
Life Saving Society badges including an examiner's badge, David said.

"This is Dylan Masters, having watched him swim I brought him in here for
an informal chat with you." Then he left.

He shook his hand with a powerful grip, Dylan was amazed at the size of
this man's hands plus he certainly looked the picture of health he saw in
many mature swimmers but it was those huge hands which would be like a pair
of paddles in the water scooping huge handfuls of water giving this man an
advantage over most swimmers and even under his tracksuit he saw his
muscular build with huge muscular slab like pectorals when he asked.

"Hello Dylan, please take a seat and would you like another cup of tea?"

"Yes please, white with two sugars," David returned with three mugs of tea
and two Penguin chocolate biscuits each having anticipated this, the man
took a sip from his mug then opened his informal chat with.

"My name's Joe, having watched you swim, I noticed you're very good and you
have a surprisingly deep brown suntan, have you lived abroad?"

"Three years out in Singapore, my father's a Flight Sergeant in the RAF, as
you know; it's a very hot country with plenty of sunshine."

Dylan recounted his life in Singapore answering Joe's questions including
the pertinent one about having taken his Bronze Medallion. Dylan ticked all
the right boxes; he was what Joe was looking for when he finally popped the
question asking.

"Dylan, how would you like to work for me?" he became blown away at his
proposition at being offered a well paid summer job, his money worries were
now over as he resolutely said as he shook his hand.

"I accept."  He just landed a junior lifeguard's job at a swimming pool.

Joe issued him the rest of his uniform and packed it into a carrier bag
then showed him one last item with a wry smile on his face, it was a bright
red pair of very skimpy swim briefs made in a silky nylon material, one of
a batch which he had privately made in London by a company which makes
female underwear. Dylan took them out of their package and held them up to
the light realizing he could see right through the material at the back of
the suit, he smelled them admiring their lovely new smell when the thought
of wearing them made his cock go rock hard. He really liked these and Joe
passed him another pair in black then he felt Dylan's rock hard cock
through his shorts saying.

"Oooh, that's a huge one if ever I felt one, how big is it?"

"About nine inches, why?"

"I have a number of clients who would pay you well for your services, are
you interested?"

"I might be, depends what they want to do."

"You needn't worry about that as they'll all treat you right, would you
mind doing me a favour on your way home?"

"Sure, what's that?"

"David's about to finish in a few moments and I would like you to escort
him home as there's some rough kids around where he lives and he was beaten
up about two weeks ago."  .  .  .  "OK."

Dylan changed his clothes, unlocked his bike and waited for David who came
out shortly afterwards, he unlocked a door beside the entrance which led to
the boiler and plant room and wheeled out his stripped down bike with a
carrier mounted onto the front with a rat trap sprung loop securing a
newspaper boy's canvas bag, David removed the bag and asked.

"Just put your stuff in here and we'll go." Dylan packed the newspaper bag
and David fastened it onto the rack with the shoulder strap looped around
the cow horn style handlebars." Dylan asked."

"What's this your boss says about you being beaten up?"

"Oh that, he always says that whenever he asks someone to escort me home as
he knows I'll be home alone as dad works as a long distance lorry driver
and mum works evenings, he just wants me to be safe in my house."

They rode through the trading estate along Buckingham Avenue, turned right
at Mars riding across waste ground at the back seeing a number of teenage
boys grouped around an old motorcycle when one of the boys mounted the
machine and rode it along the tracks which crisscrossed the rough
ground. They followed the track into another estate comprising
pre-fabricated houses; he locked his bike and entered David's house with
his key.

Once inside they fell into a lover's embrace and began humping into their
groins with their already rock hard cocks leaking into their underwear and
within seconds David led him into his bedroom, both stripped naked and
passionately embraced each other with passionate tongue kisses when David
grasped Dylan's huge cock saying.

"You've got one hell of a monster of a cock; I bet you've had loads of sex
with this whopper of yours."

Dylan knelt down taking David's cock in his mouth and expertly tongued its
head whilst his own cock dripped gobs of pre-cum onto the linoleum floor
when he stuck his middle finger up his bottom, found and massaged his
secret love button making him moan like a bitch and flooding his mouth with
spunk in seconds then rewarded him with a taste of his own spunk with a
passionate tongue kiss before swallowing the rest.

He saw the beads of breast milk on Dylan's huge nipples which hardened like
small cocks and gasped at the sight saying.

"I didn't know boys made milk, you really are someone special."

"Why don't you suck on these for a taste? You might like it."

David's mouth homed in onto his left breast and sucked feeling the warm
life nourishing elixir squirting into his mouth and began ravenously
drinking it straight away as the right breast leaked down his chest. He
momentarily pulled away saying.

"You're milk's so delicious, I could drink gallons of the stuff."

Having exhausted the left breast he began nursing from the right when his
cock squirted another load of spunk all by itself onto Dylan with water
pistol like squirts and continued until he drained his breast of his
precious youthful sweet heavily hormone laced elixir of love.

Dylan reached into his bag for his lube, lubed up his huge nine inch cock
and David's rear hole, he stretched him out using the method taught to him
by the brothel keeper then beckoned him to lie across the bed, he placed
his ankles onto his shoulders and slowly pushed his huge rock hard
throbbing leaking pole inside him as he moaned loudly at his awesome
sensations of fullness then began slowly thrusting into him whilst
massaging and pinching his leaking nipples which made his cock even harder
with tingling sensations building up around the head and sensing his
pre-cum love juices flowing into his bowels whilst building up to an
almighty shattering orgasm when huge squirts of spunk flooded into him in
well spaced out squirts filling him right up and leaking back out past his
cock as more breast milk dribbled out from his nipples when David's cock
shot off another series of squirts which flew out of his cock whilst
screaming in ecstacy uttering.

"You're truly amazing, you're the best one yet, we must do this again."

They spent the next half hour in a lover's embrace passionately kissing and
fondling each other in the afterglow of sex followed by Dylan washing
himself with a warm wet flannel in the bathroom, dressing and riding home
to a late evening meal.

The following day's exploratory rides saw Dylan exploring the town on his
stripped down bicycle. Like any town in England, all the familiar names of
shops were there but it also occurred to him that motorcycles were
traveling in both directions along the High Street and not having seen a
motorcycle shop at the western end, he continued cycling until he came to
the junction of Wexham Road when he saw the motorcycle shop with a row of
gleaming machines parked outside whilst others came and went on all manner
of machinery ranging from 98cc Villiers powered two strokes to Vincent/HRD
singles and V twins as well as ex military motorcycles with a number of
motorcycle/sidecar outfits. This was a very busy shop but there were a few
machines which caught Dylan's eye, especially as he watched a young blond
haired mechanic wearing a navy blue boiler suit and a pudding basin crash
helmet and flying goggles ride out of the side entrance on a 350cc plunger
framed BSA Gold Star turning left onto the High Street and left again in an
easterly direction with a raucous bark emanating from the machine's Burgess
silencer when his nostrils caught the heady aroma of burnt castor oil.

There was another machine which really fuelled his curiosity. It was a
brand new 500cc Triumph tiger 100 twin cylinder motorcycle with its close
finned alloy cylinder head and cylinder block in its silver paintwork with
a thick black stripe running centrally along its mudguards bordered by a
gold coach line but this was no ordinary motorcycle as it was fitted with a
factory race kit sporting twin carburetturs and megaphone silencers
displaying a specifications notice board and the bottom of the board
read. `Owner- Valentine Rankin.'

Just who was Valentine Rankin was the question burning in Dylan's mind and
out of curiosity he entered the shop and asked.

"The silver Triumph outside has really caught my interest and if it's
possible, I would like to meet its owner."

"Oh yes, he's the young chap who's just rode out of the shop on a silver
BSA on a road test, I'm afraid he's going to be a while as he's very
thorough whenever he tests a bike, if you would like to wait, I'll have the
teaboy make you a nice cuppa."  .  .  .  "Thank you."

Valentine arrived back from his road test after half an hour satisfied that
the BSA had performed well and made a couple of adjustments to the
machine's control cables before parking it round the back of the shop for a
teenage boy to finally spot clean the machine then parked it outside
waiting for its owner to collect it then walked up to Dylan after hanging
up his crash helmet. He shook hands with a firm grip saying.

"I hear you've taken an interest in my Triumph, what would you like to
know?"

"It's a lovely bike, what are you going to do with it?"

"I'm going to race it, it's now fitted with a race kit and the engine's
been tuned, firstly I am going to run the engine in then set it up for
me. I suppose you would like to come along and watch."  .  .  .  "Oh yes
please."

"Fine, what are you doing this Sunday?"

"Nothing, I have a free day."  .  .  .  "That's brilliant, would you mind
staying over with me the night before as we'll be leaving early the next
morning."

"Sounds good to me," .  .  .  "Right, here's my address," as he passed him
a card.

Valentine looked Dylan over with a twinkle in his blue eye liking what he
saw and knowing he's going to be sharing his bed with him, Dylan saw his
cock hardening inside his boiler suit, a sure sign of what's to follow when
his eyes gazed longingly at his breasts, especially with his huge
protruding nipple pokies then commented.

"I see your assets on your chest look like those on a girl, I'm really
going to enjoy my time with you." They shook hands and left.

Dylan rode away from the shop in a highly contented frame of mind to his
grandmother's house, on the way he stopped to look at the outdoor swimming
pool at the Montem pleasure park. Not having his swimming kit with him the
lady at the turnstile let him in so he could take a good look at the
facility and he liked what he saw, his mind formulating as to whether he
could score any more hook ups to satisfy his insatiable lust for sex. He
left the pool and continued towards the Farnham Road, stopped on top of the
railway bridge to watch a thundering express pulled by a steam locomotive
speed under the bridge in a westerly direction then continued to the
junction with Buckingham Avenue. By now his bowels were protesting at badly
needing a shit and having already seen the public toilets opposite on the
grass, he locked up his bike and entered, immediately finding a cubicle,
popped a penny into the lock, sat down and pushed out a huge log of a shit.

Now relieved it was out of his system, he suddenly noticed a hand coming
through a large hole on the side wall beckoning him with a `Come here'
sign. Having already heard about these holes in playground banter at
Singapore he already knew the purpose of these holes and his cock
immediately became rock hard and began leaking his pre-cum love juices and
quickly pushed it through the hole.

At first, his balls were lovingly fondled whilst another hand slowly wanked
his cock, he removed his tee shirt in readiness for when his breast milk
started flowing and hung it on the toilet roll dispenser, in his haversack
he carried a cup which fits on top of a vacuum flask, liberated from the
lost property at the swimming pool, its parent flask long gone and had it
ready.

He felt the sensuous sensations of a mouth encircling his huge nine inch
cock in the knowledge that whoever was sucking it certainly approved of its
huge size and with the highly intense sensations now coursing through him
aided by his hands sensually massaging his highly sensitive nipples hard
wired straight to his tingling balls with breast milk now leaking from both
nipples with his let down he took the cup and began expressing his heavily
hormone laced sweet elixir of love into the cup from both breasts filling
the cup right up and stood it on top of the toilet roll dispenser ready to
offer to whoever's on the other side of the wall just as his huge cock
entered its final stages of his highly intense crashing orgasm with each
well spaced out highly intense long jet of spunk gushing into the other
person's mouth making him moan like a bitch and seeing stars.

Having emptied his balls of spunk, he pulled back his softening cock still
dripping gobs of his remaining spunk onto the floor; he passed the cup
through the hole saying quietly.

"Here mister, have a drink of this on me."

He took the cup and firstly sipped the warm sweet white coloured liquid
then greedily drank the rest before passing the empty cup back asking.

"How the hell did you do that? I want to know more about you especially as
your drink was truly delicious and it's given me another hard on, I'll meet
you on the bench outside." Then he left.

A few moments later, Dylan left, unlocked his bike and rode over to a
smartly dressed man in his 60's wearing a pin stripe suit as he was the
only person sat on the bench, he sat down beside him, took out two
cigarettes from a packet of Capstan full strength navy cut, lit them both
and passed Dylan one, his first two pulls gave him a dizzying head rush
which Dylan loved experiencing. The man gazed at his breasts seeing wet
spots on his tee shirt from the remaining milk leaking from his nipples and
knew straight away he drank milk straight from Dylan's breasts when he
gently cupped one with his hand seeing the wet spot becoming even larger
when he took his finger onto the bead of milk then put it into his mouth
repeating it with his other breast then said.

"You are indeed a very special boy, especially with your milk producing
breasts and I love your large cock with its sweet tasting boy spunk. I've
seen you at the pool over the back there so I know you're one of Joe's
boys, I look forward to hooking up with you again and this time, in bed
with each other, here's something for you as you're simply the best." He
took out his billfold and passed Dylan a banknote, his eyes lit up
immediately at the sight of the white five pound note and he couldn't thank
him enough when he smartly walked away leaving him sat there in the
afterglow of both sex and euphoria before mounting his bike and riding
home.

To be continued.