Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2018 11:32:15 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Old Loewenstein (Revised)

			      Old Loewenstein

At around 6 pm on 04-07-1928 a fairly new Fokker FV11A-3m Trimotor aircraft
registered G-EBYI, c/n 5063 powered by its three 200 hp Armstrong Siddeley
Lynx 7 cylinder radial aero engines turning 2 bladed laminated wooden
propellers owned by 51 year old tycoon Belgian financier Captain Albert
Loewenstein took off from Croydon Airport with Fred Baxter his valet,
Arthur Hodgson his male secretary, stenographers Eileen Clarke & Paula
Bidalon with Captain Donald Drew as pilot with co-pilot Robert Little bound
for Brussels.

The aircraft flew over the English Channel at 4,000 feet on a bright
summer’s evening when Loewenstein left his seat to use the toilet located
at the rear of the aircraft adjacent to the entry door & separated from the
passenger compartment by another door. When he hadn’t reappeared after some
time, a staff member knocked on the door enquiring if his employer was all
right. When there was no response, the door was opened revealing that the
compartment was empty. The entry door to the aircraft was found to be
unsecured & slapping back & forth in the airflow.

On 20-04-1928 Albert Loewenstein’s battered body was found in the sea off
Calais & was identified only by the watch he wore.

This event became a mystery which remains unsolved 90 years later. A book
titled, ‘The man who fell from the sky’ by William Norris was originally
published in 1987.
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The following story is entirely a work of fiction which is in no way
intended to reflect negatively on Mr. Loewenstein’s true character as it is
simply not true, it never happened & no boys were harmed by this person
which also includes his teenage son.  Please enjoy the story & find it in
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an irresistible bargain.  Signed Vintagespeedoboy.

I first learned part of this story after buying my first motorcycle when I
turned 16; the bike was a two stroke BSA Bantam D1, 125cc of 1949 vintage
which I bought for the princely sum of two British pound notes in
1968. Lady luck determines that you either buy a good one or a heap of
trouble and mine was the latter. For some reason known only to the gremlins
the crankcase joint would blow causing a loss of primary compression which
at that tender age I never did solve as it entailed repeated engine strip
downs to reseal the joint. I had to ask myself why a machine which others
more knowledgeable than my self who verified the machine as mechanically
sound and telling me that I got a good one be plagued with gremlins.  Most
times the bike’s engine ran well and it was on one of my excursions to two
well known motorcycle breakers of the time, Jones's Motors of Thames
Street, Hampton and Dennis Heath, affectionally known as the Twickenham
Graveyard at Fourth Cross Road, both about 20 miles distant as good
secondhand parts are a lot cheaper than new and when you’re only 16, that
sounds like a great idea to save money.

It was outside Jones's motors that an old disheveled man aged about 60
named Jack wearing an old dispatch riders coat & a flat cap like Andy Cap
in the newspaper cartoons spoke to me and boy, did he have a load of
stories to tell, it was when he asked me about my bike that he pulled out a
huge wad of photos.  More than 30 years had passed by since they were taken
and yet those moments in time were captured in print like yesterday and
there he was, riding a camshaft Norton at the Brighton speed trials, at
Brooklands and even at the Isle of Man TT mixing it with riders like Wal
Handley, Bert Le Vack, Beatrice Shilling & many others & yet, his other
photos were of him beside a spitfire wearing his Irving sheepskin flying
jacket sitting leisurely smoking his pipe with his squadron sat outside a
Nissen hut waiting for the squadron scramble.  When he told me about his
younger tearaway days, I had to wonder how a teenage criminal could make it
in the world, not only that he broke out of jail and stowed away on a liner
leaving Australia for good at the age of 15 to what they affectionally call
the old country.  He went on to tell me about one of the greatest unsolved
mysteries of aviation, a man he called Old Loewenstein who took him under
his wing after his ship arrived at Southampton then he boarded a London
bound train until they first met at Piccadilly.  It was Old Loewenstein who
financed him through his aeronautical engineering apprenticeship and flight
training paying him a generous monthly allowance which he still receives
over 40 years later.  Whoever this man is or was, one thing’s for certain
is that he’s a highly talented engineer who solved the mystery of the
blowing crankcase joints on my first motorcycle writing down the procedures
in his note book and giving me the pages, thank you Jack.  During the
summer I regularly visited old Jack on board his houseboat moored nearby on
a private island, he practically swooned when he first saw me wearing a
pair of Australian made black nylon tricot speedo swim briefs as underwear
with a thin sheer black nylon tricot athletic skin tight vest as
underclothes as he lovingly stripped me stark naked. This wonderful person
gave me the most sensual gliding caresses over the smooth nylon & he loved
how my large nipples tented out my vest, OMG when he gently tweaked &
glided his thumbs sensually over my nipples which stood erect like babies
cocks the sensations were awesome I was almost seeing stars & felt it in my
balls followed by the most amazing sex as he sucked my 7.5 inches of prime
16 year old cock giving me the most intense crashing orgasm & greedily
guzzling down my spunk. After resting with a cup of tea, biscuits & a roll
up cigarette. Jack showed me loads of photos mainly of young naked teenage
boys taken at river & lakeside locations as well as camping & on board his
houseboat.  I saw their unmistakable happy expressions in their faces which
suggested to me that Jack had removed them from whatever unhappy lives they
led coaching them in the necessary skills of life where parents (if they
had any) or whatever system they were living under had failed them.  There
was no doubting that they were being themselves & totally carefree about
their naked bodies whilst Jack encouraged them to have sex between each
other as well as with himself & with Jack packing at least 10 inches on his
monstrously huge cock with a bulbous head & an elongated piss slit which I
thought he would never get that thing inside my back passage plus his
breasts had the appearance of those of a woman with the biggest nipples
I’ve seen in my life being a regular swimmer at my local outdoor swimming
pool during the summer plus there’s a heated pool nearby in Hampton high
street which is open all year round having swum there many times either by
myself, with Jack or one or two of his lads finishing with shagging their
bottoms every time after returning to Jack’s houseboat & often sleeping
overnight either with one of his lads or Jack himself & many is the night
we’ve been skinnydipping in the dead of night on hot summer nights from his
boat.  I was truly surprised at the skills he possessed using exotic
smelling lubes making the insides of my rear hole tingle with delight & the
ease of which he sunk that huge cock of his inside my hole.  I swore it had
a life of its own even when he just left it inside me whilst he rolled up a
reefer with a second one for me containing a milder dose of hash which gave
me pleasant effects without being stoned. His cock gave me such wonderful
feelings of being full likened to passing a log like shit except the exotic
lube he used added those lovely tingling sensations inside my hole plus his
cock also done wonderful things to my secret interior love button inside me
yet all the time his cock was jerking inside me like mad & sometimes I felt
a gush of warm liquid inside me & he hadn’t even yet shot his load but when
he did, it was like being on the receiving end of a hose, OMG, he couldn’t
half shoot a huge load & it would take him at least 15 gushes if not more
with each hose like gush taking at least 3 seconds with up to half a minute
between each one & when he finished he would leave a gaping hole in my back
hole with spunk running out adding to whatever spunk leaked out past his
cock.  Seeing those photos made my cock fully hard whilst I sat there
totally naked & there was no doubting that every one of those boys could
take his huge cock with ease given the amount of coaching & preparation he
gave each one of them.  His hands had a wonderful sensuous caress on my
body which surprisingly for an old person were lovely & soft, sometimes he
wore thin silk gloves of the type ladies wore which were also sold in
motorcycle shops as silk glove liners.  He knew how to press all the right
buttons wherever his hands went & when he gently massaged my breasts
especially stroking my nipples & sucking on them like a nursing child, the
most wonderful feelings coursed right through to my balls, he could easily
make my cock shoot off loads of spunk all by itself just by playing &
sucking with my nipples I have old Jack to thank for what he taught me
during those many visits to his houseboat within spitting distance of
Jones’s motors during my teenage years spending lovely hot carefree summer
days on his houseboat sometimes in the company of his other boys, swimming
in the river & spending many nights together naked in his double bed having
sex with either him or one of his young boys.  Now to the story which
starts with Jack as a boy.

Children’s court, Sydney, Australia, January 1923.

The presiding magistrate read out the sentence of the court to the
defendant 14 year old Jack Duggan saying.

“Jack Duggan, you have been found guilty of numerous charges of motor car
theft, escaping from youth custody, stealing food, cigarettes, alcoholic
liquor & even absconding from this very building.  It seems to me that even
at your tender age you have become a career criminal, previous sentences &
even a number of severe birchings have not even deterred you therefore I
sentence you to be jailed at his majesty’s pleasure during which you will
receive 100 strokes of the birch. Take him down.”

People in the public gallery sighed loudly in shock at the severity of the
sentence & Jack overheard one reporter mentioning to another.  “Oh the poor
soul, they’ve as good as given him a life sentence,’” when Jack suddenly
burst out crying uncontrollably.

29 year old Irish priest Father Thomas Dunlea, a local parish priest from
St Peters Catholic church at Surrey Hills sat in the public gallery replied
to the reporter saying. “Poor lad, he’s in there for life, shame as he’s
such a nice looking boy too,” another voice said. “They’re cruel bastards
where he’s going, they’ll cut the poor boy’s bottom to pieces; it’s a
crying shame that he has no one to speak up for him.”  Father Dunlea stood
up & called out to the presiding magistrate. “If it pleases your worship,
may I give comfort to this boy & give him the blessing asking god to grant
him mercy?”

“Father Dunlea, that’s very noble of you & yes, if it will give comfort to
him at this hour of his life.” The priest read out a blessing from his
prayer book whilst anointing the boy's forehead with holy oil, then he
proceeded to splash him with holy water when he suddenly froze still as a
vision of an ocean liner with 2 funnels filled his entire vision as though
he was actually looking at the ship which he saw in perfect detail to even
reading out the name of the ship flying the red ensign & displaying her
compliment of pennants. A beautiful Barbarossa class ocean liner grossing
11,100 tons bearing the name Konigin Luise (Named after Queen Louise of
Prussia & built at the A G Vulcan shipbuilders at Stettin & launched in
1896) when the vision faded replaced by the crying boy stood in front of
him when he said to Jack.

“It is god’s will that I give you the blessing asking god to grant you safe
passage across the seas for my child it is your destiny,” he read out the
blessing from his prayer book then beckoned the boy to receive holy
communion with more splashes of holy water when the magistrate fiercely
demanded.  “Why are you giving him the blessing for a safe passage?” Father
Dunlea thought for a moment whilst gazing hard at the magistrate with a
killer stare & an expression of anger when he replied.  “Your worship, the
defendant, this young boy has his whole life ahead of him & if he rots in
jail his life would be wasted, unfulfilled, no family to raise, no pride
which comes with accomplishment, he will become just another living corpse
as his life nears its end when he will die alone. I now urge those in power
to note that he be allowed this one chance, to grow up & make his way in
the world. To fulfill his destiny as god has ordained.”  “Thank you father
for a well spoken speech, judgment has now been passed down & I would
advise the boy to seek legal advice regarding an appeal, good day to you
Father.”  Father Dunlea’s anger boiled up inside him like a cauldron at
this miscarriage of justice as he watched Jack being led away in handcuffs.

All Jack could do was cry feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders
during his first few days at the notorious Sydney’s Long Bay jail, the only
place secure enough to hold him. His distant memories of the long voyage
from his native Ireland began to plague him, a country so green & now
divided with 6 counties in the north now ruled from Westminster & Stormont
Castle.  Seven years have passed by since he witnessed the Easter Rising
rebellion being put down by British troops, horrible memories of all the
killing burned indelibly in his mind including watching his parents die
from stray bullets.  The boy ran through the Dublin Streets crying &
screaming after a kind policeman who risked his own life dragged him away
to safety telling him his parents are dead seeing the sight of large pools
of their blood all around them.  He ran through the streets driven on by a
quest to run the 7 miles to Glasthule to reach Mr. McMurrow at Ballygihen
house when a kind jarvey stopped & beckoned the boy into his jaunting car
refusing any payment stopping outside the gate. Jack ran through the
spacious well kept gardens and started beating his fists on the door
wailing out. “My mum, my da, they’re both dead.” It was a kind hearted
Mrs. McMurrow who took the boy into her care which was the least she could
do for his parents were in her husband’s employ.  Within days her world
fell apart when the black & tans came ordering them to leave as
Mr. McMurrow was now jailed for firing on British troops, his only &
honourable motive was defending two 16 year old boys from gunfire resulting
in one of the boys losing his life whilst the other was jailed with him.
Taking just their clothes and whatever money she had, they caught the mail
boat to Liverpool from where they boarded the heavily armed Peninsular &
Oriental Steam Navigation Company’s liner Otranto as steerage passengers
bound for Sydney Australia.

Several weeks passed by when a fire broke out in their block of apartments
taking Mrs. McMurrow’s life, luckily the boy was rescued by firemen having
gone outside to take a shit during the night in an outside toilet suffering
diarrhoea; his only injury was being bitten by a redback spider whilst in
the toilet. After receiving treatment at the poor hospital, he was placed
in the care of the Catholic Church.  Jack became a rebellious boy who was
always stealing & fighting bringing him before the children’s magistrate
frequently who usually sentenced him to a birching & earning him the
nickname 'Birchy.'  Undeterred he took to stealing cars when older boys
showed him how to start one & he learned to drive old cars which they stole
during his spells of freedom & like a lot of wayward boys he developed a
taste for beer & smokes.  When the first signs of puberty hit, older boys
initiated him into the joys of boy on boy sex fuelling him into a satyr sex
maniac sex drive as his hormones raged through him giving him girly looking
breasts with large nipples on hugely pointed breast buds with a 6 inch cock
at 12 years of age which squirted out jets of his white spunk, attributes
which became sought after by those having sex with him.  Two years later &
now incarcerated at Long Bay Jail wearing only a pair of navy blue cotton
high leg drawstring shorts without underwear in the late summer Australian
fiery heat with part of his cock & balls visible below the leg hem of his
shorts sporting firm pert girly breasts with his huge nipples topping large
conical breast buds. The sight of this Adonis like young teenager in the
exercise yard fuelled lust in the rest of the prisoners, many of who
haven’t had sex with either women, young boys or their wives for many
years, their only relief from their tensions was either hand jobs (mutual
or solo) or full on man on man sex.  Many inmates would immediately grope &
rape him on sight until Paddy ‘O’ Curran, a 60 year old Irishman who ruled
over all the Irish inmates, many of them Fenians stopped it stone cold dead
when he took the boy under their wing which came at a very exacting price
as Jack was duly sworn into the I R A (Irish republican army).  Now one of
them he became their exclusive property for sex, unlike those beastly
inmates who raped & violated him, the sex Jack enjoyed with the Irish was
always consensual & he was treated with both love & respect choosing
whoever he wanted to sleep with but it was Paddy’s singing during the
evening whilst playing his guitar whilst another inmate sometimes played
his harmonica. Paddy always sang the songs from the rebellion but there was
one song which truly haunted Jack, this song, worded with lament & sung
with an ethereal haunting tune made Jack cry whenever Paddy sung the
song. ‘My only son was shot in Dublin.’

Paddy’s ruling tentacles reached far outside the jail & even to the boy’s
first of a series of 10 strokes of the birch. Jack was escorted to a room
containing a wooden fixture resembling a vaulting horse with stout leather
straps where he was met by a priest who gave him a blessing asking god to
give him strength & absolution from his sins. Beside the apparatus was a
fire bucket full of brine containing the largest birch rod he’s seen in his
entire life with a burly warder standing over 6 foot tipping the scales at
almost 300 pounds of solid muscle stripped to the waist. The sight of this
big brute of a man had Jack cowering in fright bursting out crying when the
doctor ordered him to strip naked to medically examine him, he quickly
determined that Jack was a healthy youngster until he saw his buttocks
which were heavily scarred for life from his previous birchings, he called
the magistrate who was there to witness the proceedings & forcibly said to
him with a thunderously loud voice as he showed him Jack’s bottom.

“Look at this and you look well at this boy’s bottom as this is what
birchings have done to him, you are about to send him in there for his
first set of 10 & there are another 9 sets to follow afterwards. If he goes
in there & that brute of a man birches him, you will have on your
conscience that you have sanctioned having a boy cut to pieces & destroyed
which you will have to live with for the rest of your days, go on, look at
him, what harm has he done to you? He could be anybody’s child, even yours,
now in god’s name I urge you to stop this right now!”

The magistrate immediately halted the proceedings with Jack giving a huge
sigh of relief & crying tears of joy, but that was not the end of the
matter for the children’s court would have to reconvene to have the
evidence presented which if that failed, only the state governor could
commute the sentence. Paddy saw only one option, Jack would have to break
out of jail which meant him scaling a 50 foot wall & after that he was on
his own.  Paddy tasked Brendan, a 36 year old former navy diver to coach
him through a punishing exercise regime in the exercise yard in order to
build up his upper body strength for a 50 foot rope climb. Inmates began
cheering Jack on as he ran shirtless round the exercise yard wearing only
shorts & plimsolls, brought in a comfort package by a well meaning woman
who worked as a physiotherapist together with several pairs of silk briefs
with a note explaining to him that their sole purpose was to support his
package & only to be worn whenever he trained.  Brendan worked on building
up both his fitness & his strength amidst calls of him training for the
Olympic Games. He pushed him hard on the heaves which he failed miserably
as well as his first attempts at the rope climb. Despite his age Brendan
could shimmy up the rope like a monkey & patiently taught Jack rope
climbing.  After a month Jack was performing well on the heaves before
Brendan started adding a weighted waist belt, he trained with weights & the
rope climb enabling him to ease up on him for he saw that Jack’s muscles
were acquiring definition & getting bigger aided by the cooks serving him
extra meat, eggs, cheese, oranges, apples & other locally grown fruit
brought in comfort packages by the physiotherapist lady for Brendan knew he
had to stoke up Jack’s fire with fuel to keep his engine running & replace
lost salts & other body chemicals during his training regime.  Father
Dunlea visited Jack twice weekly & always greeted Jack with both his name &
that of St Peters Catholic Church at Surrey Hills. On his second visit he
asked about his training which Jack recounted in detail to which he
replied. “God wishes you to fulfill your destiny so keep at it & you’re
always in my thoughts.”

The local newspapers announced daily shipping arrivals & departures
together with daily posters displayed at shipping terminals which Father
Dunlea checked every morning. Sometimes he trawled the shipping terminals
gazing at their advertising hoards displaying posters of liners. There was
one highly detailed colour poster which stunned him displaying the ship in
his vision, he was gazing intently at the SS Konigin Luise in every detail
yet the Peninsular & Orient steam Navigation Company’s poster clearly
displayed the SS Omar’s passenger sailings to Southampton. It didn’t take
Father Dunlea’s enquiries long to determine that the ship had been renamed
& she was due to arrive in Sydney in 5 weeks time.

The children’s court reconvened to hear the appeal to Jack’s sentence with
Father Dunlea having engaged a solicitor paying for his services from
church funds. Jack was in the dock to hear the verdict & despite the
solicitor putting up a strong defence, the doctor testifying with his
professional opinion & even tendering photographs taken of his scarring
with Father Dunlea defending the boy’s character right to his very heart &
soul, the appeal to halt the birchings was refused leaving it up to the
state governor to decide his fate. Plans for his escape were escalated as
Father Dunlea rightly suspected that the state governor’s decision would
only take days.  A grappling hook was forged in the workshop together with
a simple medieval type crossbow using an old suspension spring from a car
for the prod & the rope was smuggled in under a woman’s dress. Father
Dunlea had Jack’s photo taken, requested both his birth & baptismal
certificates from the children’s home, measured him up for his clothes &c
in the knowledge that the boy would indeed look respectable on board a
liner.  His passport was duly applied for when the notice went up in the
prison stating that he was to be birched the following morning, it was now
or never, he had to escape that very night.  A guard was bribed to leave
his cell door unlocked & to lock it after he’s gone. The rope with the
crossbow was placed inside the vaulting horse out in the exercise
yard. Jack lay in his bunk watching the time tick away on an old pocket
watch smuggled to him inside a basket of fruit.  After midnight he donned
his track suit, blackened his face & the back of his hands with some burnt
cork powder wet with water from a small tobacco tin & crept out to the
exercise yard carrying his few possessions inside a haversack, retrieved
the already cocked crossbow, took up position near the wall, tied the rope
onto the eye of the grappling hook, tied the other end of the rope around
himself, took aim & fired. It took all the strength in his hand to fire the
crossbow which fired with a loud thud sending the grappling hook over the
wall. He pulled hard on the rope until he felt the reassuring solid grasp
of the grappling hook on the top of the wall, tested it with his weight,
untied it from his waist & now those weeks of hard training began to pay
off as he scaled the rope to the top off the wall.  His arms & shoulders
were hurting from the climb as he rested, he shook his arms as Brendan
always taught him between each session on the heaving bar, he repositioned
the grappling hook & started down the rope on the other side. By now the
pain in every muscle in his arms & shoulders was excruciating as he gritted
his teeth gripping the rope with both hands like grim death whilst locking
his feet onto the rope until he finally reached the bottom leaving the rope
attached to the top of the wall.  Suffering excruciating pain from the
climb & descent he walked smartly until he came to St Peters Catholic
church. He knocked on the door which immediately opened & shut giving
Father Dunlea a lengthy hug & planting him with kisses despite his
blackened face.  The priest took him to his bedroom, stripped him naked,
massaged his arms & shoulders with eucalyptus oil, washed his face & hands
then passed him a roll up cigarette heavily laced with cannabis, as he
smoked it, the boy’s pain went away & sent him into the deepest sleep of
his entire life.

Those days of sanctuary in the church became heavenly; meanwhile his escape
from the prison was discovered the next morning. During the coming days he
went swimming in the sea with Bill, an older boy from the home who
patiently taught him to swim & became sexual partners spending their
blissful nights entwined together in a lover’s embrace after pounding each
others holes with their cocks despite Bill having a shorter 7 inch cock of
equal girth to Jack’s.  Outside it was as though the world had already
forgotten him, even when the magistrate read the story of his escape in the
newspaper, he sensed relief that his sanctioning of a boy’s physical &
mental destruction would not be taking place & therefore remain on his
conscience to haunt him in his final years of life whilst reflecting on
Father Dunlea’s blessing for a safe passage with his sermon speech
delivered in his courtroom. His thoughts & prayers began to wish the boy
well wherever the seas would take him & even when the police did notify
him, the attitude he took was. ‘He’s just a boy; let him go as there are
far worse criminals than him to catch.’

It was on the night prior to the ship’s departure that Jack sneaked on
board the ship with his suitcase smartly dressed in a suit sporting a fresh
haircut & walked brazenly through the decks down into the bowels of the
ship into the men’s steerage passengers’ accommodation, changed into his
pyjamas, stashed the suitcase under his lower bunk & fell fast asleep until
woken up by the boarding passengers early the following morning. He was
discovered 3 days later out at sea during a head count & ticket check then
brought before the captain.

 Athens bank, River Thames near Windsor, summer 1924,

*Author’s note. A memorial plaque erected at this site states the required
bathing regulations of the day which is dated 1921.*

A new boy started his first year at Eton College in September 1923 & like
his father, 14 year old Bobby Loewenstein, inspired by his father’s regular
exercise regime & taught to swim as a small child became an excellent all
round sportsman & very strong swimmer having previously contested the
Serpentine club’s swimming races 3 years running.  Bobby was a slender
built boy with dark hair, brown eyes with the face of a girl aided by his
thick smooch looking lips, whenever he smiled there were very prominent
dimples appeared on both sides of his mouth. His chest displayed highly
pronounced breast buds with large nipples which tented out his school
uniform shirt & his white cotton sports vest which were also totally
visible through the top of his silk swimsuit.  Athens bank is a section of
the River Thames near Windsor which is the swimming venue for Eton
College. Bobby’s proficiency at swimming was certainly noticed at his first
swimming session at this section of the river by his games master who
immediately placed him on the school’s swimming team. Every boy at these
sessions swam naked & the school had a rule that whenever a woman
approached either along the riverbank or in a boat, boys had to either
remain in the water or those who were on the riverbank had to cover up with
a towel.* The river on this stretch is about 50 yards wide with either a
slow or minimal current in the summer making it ideal for their distance
swimming races & it was here during a hot Sunday afternoon he befriended
Hubert, a boy of the same age who swam for the local club & both boys who
were very closely matched raced each other when Hubert challenged Bobby to
swim the famous Windsor Lock to Lock course of 2 miles & 572 yards from
Boveney lock to Romney lock.
 
Bobby stood beside the lock cut of Windsor’s Boveney lock at 6-30 am on a
cool July Sunday morning wearing only his tight form fitting black one
piece silk bathing suit with a pair of black skimpy silk briefs underneath
for modesty (which is practiced by women competitors) waiting for the
Windsor club’s starter’s signal to dive into the lock cut with Hubert to
hang onto the heavy wooden gates waiting for the flag to drop before
swimming the 2 miles & 572 yards famous Windsor Lock to Lock course as a
guest swimmer for a bet.  Hubert, the local boy latched onto the gate
beside him as Bobby began experiencing butterflies in his stomach owing to
the uncertainty of the distance before him with the one mile race at
London’s Serpentine being his longest race to date when Hubert said with an
air of confidence in his voice.  “It’s not as bad as you think, for
starters, you’re going with the current & you’ll be there an hour later,
trust me & you’ll have this one in the bag.”  The entry field mainly
consisted of teenagers of both sexes, a few in their 20’s & a pair of
veteran swimmers in their 60’s who started first.  Both boys started a full
quarter of an hour after both veterans & they fought tooth & nail with each
other for the entire distance to finally slap both their hands on the lock
gate together as they finished first with a dead heat.  They both climbed a
ladder out from the lock cut to have towels draped over them & given mugs
of hot soup from a large vacuum flask before boarding the large rowing gig
back to Baths Island at Windsor where a large ex military tent was erected
as a dining area for their breakfasts.  Both boys had camped at a secluded
part of the island in a 2 man US army bivouac tent borrowed from a local
scout troop which consists of both halves buttoned together with one end
open to the elements which they blocked off with an ex British army gas
cape groundsheet giving the boys some privacy.

Both boys were well advanced in their puberty although Hubert found it a
Herculean task to initiate sex with Bobby owing to his Jewish upbringing
despite his parents hardly ever spending time with him, it was Hubert’s
patience that finally introduced Bobby to boy on boy sex only to finally
trigger Bobby’s satyr maniac sex drive & having the most amazing sex during
their first sleepover together the night before in their tent.  Old
Loewenstein rented suite 212 at Claridges of Mayfair whenever he’s in
London & although married to his catholic wife Madeleine with Bobby their
teenage son, they hardly ever saw each other & they saw Bobby even less
having spent his entire childhood under the care of a governess & later on
his entire school years at boarding schools. Now with the summer holidays
here & paying Hubert’s parents handsomely to look after Bobby was a cheap
way to keep him away from Claridges & with Piccadilly a short walk away Old
Loewenstein had an unlimited supply of rent boys on tap to satisfy his
sexual needs.  It was during one of those rare occasions when Old
Loewenstein watched Bobby’s first race in the Serpentine & when he exited
the water the boy’s entire package & his nipples were visible through the
silk material of his bathing suit.  This was a situation he couldn’t allow
in public owing to his Jewish heritage added to the fact he was well known
in the city & tasked his personal valet to find a solution.  Being a
swimmer himself, Fred was totally aware of this issue which became a
lucrative sideline for him after finding a German company which made male
dance belts & silk under briefs for female swimmers which became highly
sought after by rent boys & their pimps plus men who either dressed up as
women or wore women’s undergarments under their clothes which he built into
a mail order sideline managed by his partner sending his wares all over
Europe & to America.  Added to his wares were form fitting silk vests
following a flood of demands from swimmers who preferred to wear 2 piece
bathing suits & adopted the practice of wearing 2 pairs of under briefs, a
practice adopted by young boys swimming in the Serpentine who swam
shirtless knowing police constables always turned a blind eye.

Old Loewenstein regularly flew between Croydon airport & Brussels on an
ageing war surplus 2 seater Avro 504K biplane powered by its 100 hp Gnome
Monosoupape rotary engine which required a full fuel tank for a one way
flight as the aircraft only had a range of 250 miles even though it was
reliable with good performance & could reach 16,000 feet.  The aircraft
also served another purpose as for any boy to be offered a flight in the
Avro always had the youngster chomping at the bit & boys who spent a night
with him having sex were always rewarded with a flight.  Piccadilly seemed
to attract young runaways, Borstal absconders & a whole host of others
attracted by the bright lights of the city in search of whatever their
personal quests brought them here in the first place, many of them became
rent boys with some spending a night in Old Loewenstein’s bed but there was
one boy who stole old Loewenstein’s heart.

After leaving Melbourne Jack celebrated his 15th birthday on board the ship
as she battled through the Southern Ocean’s frequent violent storms with
mountainous seas with 50 foot waves crashing onto & washing over the bows
of the ship with towering icebergs & howling gales with wind driven sleet
or freezing rain making him seasick & cursing this was a passage of the
devil & yet he sensed this was a lucky ship having brought the last
shipload of Australian troops home from England during her career. Built by
one of Germany’s best shipbuilders to challenge the tyranny of distance &
cross oceans until she reached Perth taking more passengers, provisions &
mail on board.  Caught & interviewed by the captain & made to work his
passage, their chief steward liked his appearance, issued him with his
white uniform & hat then gave him a very thorough grounding on the duties
of a cabin boy.  Jack performed his duties admirably giving some of the
passengers’ special services on the 8 week voyage. His first client was a
30 year old German doctor in first class who slipped Jack a note with his
cabin number & time. He arrived punctually dressed in his freshly laundered
cabin boy’s uniform wearing his silk briefs & vest under his immaculately
pressed thin white trousers & uniform with a jug of coffee with side dishes
of milk, sugar & a sandwich so as not to attract attention by arriving at a
passenger’s cabin empty handed, a ploy he used throughout the voyage
followed by asking his clients to order beer & smokes which would be
waiting for him.  The German answered his door wearing only a towel round
his waist which immediately dropped to the floor revealing his entire body
shaved to perfection including his pubic hair, he had taken the time to
bathe & apply cologne giving off a scented aroma in his cabin. He lovingly
fondled Jack with the caresses of a skilled lover the equal to what he
learned at Long Bay jail, his protruding large breast buds with large
nipples topping his well developed steel hard pectorals tenting out his
uniform like a woman met with his clients approval as he gently stroked his
highly sensitive nipples through his silk vest sending the most amazing
sensations straight to his balls followed by him gently stripping him
naked.  Jack’s huge 8.5 inches of rock hard teen cock was profusely leaking
pre-cum into his silk briefs the sight of which had the German uttering a
gasp of both astonishment & approval as he grasped the boy’s cock through
the silk which twitched powerfully in his hand, he gently removed Jack’s
briefs & vest momentarily sucked on his cock savouring his pre-cum like a
fine liqueur before swallowing.  He wanted Jack for the night & paid him
handsomely for the privilege although Jack had to return to his bunk before
his wake up call for which the German set his alarm clock.  He bade Jack to
take a wash even though he was already clean, from his rich burgundy
leather medical bag he took out his cased J.A Henckels of Solingen ivory
handled Friodur deluxe straight razor & proceeded to strop deftly watching
its highly polished & decorated blade flash in the light. He saw its
polished rosewood case bearing the famous Gemini dancing twins’ logo & knew
immediately this was a very expensive top quality surgical instrument &
seeing the doctor’s well groomed appearance as he began brushing the soap
into a lather he knew immediately that his pubic hair was about to be given
a very close shave.

After being shaved, the doctor beckoned him to lie across the bed whilst he
lubed up his huge cock & Jack’s hole with his exotic scented lube then
gently & slowly pushed his 9.5 inches of steel hard fat cock into Jack’s
hole then began pounding into him taking the greatest care not to hurt
him. Although abhorred by the scars on Jack’s bottom he never questioned
him about it & like a hot blooded teenager it didn’t take the doctor long
to fill his back hole with a load of spunk whilst Jack’s load blasted
everywhere with a spectacular show all by itself.  He sucked Jack’s cock
drawing out any remaining after leakage & swallowing the remainder of his
offering. Afterwards he washed Jack after emptying the spunk from his hole
into a toilet, then himself before tucking into the luxurious double bed
together kissing & sensually fondling each other under the covers before
finally falling asleep until the alarm clock sounded, Jack quietly got
dressed, took the envelope with his money & returned to his bunk when
several minutes later the other lads in his quarters started waking up &
one lad, a 16 year old dark haired lad named Zachary gave him a look of
suspicion without saying anything.

Jack’s next one was a famous international female tennis player who took a
shining to him & she already had a bottle of beer in an ice bucket with his
cigarettes waiting for him. After knocking & entering her cabin, he was
sworn to secrecy as within weeks she would be playing at Wimbledon.  He
entered her cabin to see her wearing her highly erotic tennis flannels
which she only ever wore at private tennis courts.  Taking the bottle from
the ice bucket she poured Jack a glass then passed him a Capstan full
strength navy cut cigarette, one of the strongest cigarettes on the market
which boys at the children’s home told him he had to be a real man to smoke
one. No sooner had he lit up & taken a drag, a powerful head rush hit him
within seconds yet she calmly & sexily smoked hers from a cigarette holder.
She sensually stripped him naked then glided her hands skillfully over his
smoothly shaved body and hairless genitals; his huge teenage cock became
rock hard in seconds and began ejecting pre-cum in short squirts as intense
sensations developed within his breasts with his nipples fully erect.
Jack’s breasts had an almost feminine appearance to them owing to his huge
nipples topping his large pointed breast buds on his slabs of steel hard
muscle which met with her approval as she was bisexual.  Jack’s inhibitions
completely disappeared fuelled by thoughts of his first ever full
intercourse with an attractive woman almost twice his age who knew every
trick in the book about sex with men & she was certainly highly experienced
with hot blooded teenagers. Jack was about to receive a grounding to stand
him in good stead for the rest of his life as she guided him into her bed
having replaced the bed linen with her own finest Japanese silk sheets.  No
sooner had he entered her, several huge blasts of spunk erupted from his
cock inside her eliciting her screams as his cock jerked with powerful
pulses inside her triggering her crashing squirting orgasm, she screamed so
loud that Jack gagged her with a pillow to silence her almost suffocating
her in the process which for her wasn’t the first time with other men
having to do the same.  With Jack’s huge cock remaining rock hard &
twitching inside her, it immediately became apparent why this woman likes
seducing well hung teenagers who certainly wouldn’t take long in firing a
second load of spunk inside her.  Being an international tennis star, she
was certainly a very fit woman who had the stamina of a bull & certainly
fully capable of all night sex yet thankfully for Jack he only had one
hour. After his third load of spunk gushed inside her shaved pussy she
changed position to take his huge cock up her other really tight hole
receiving 2 more smaller loads by which time his balls were now spent. He
came to her with blue balls & finally left her cabin well paid & wondering
how long his recharge would take hoping for at least a couple of days
respite.  During the rest of his voyage he lost count of the number of
passengers he had sex with which thankfully remained a secret although he
did suspect another teenager who slept in the opposite bunk knew what went
on & kept his trap shut.

When he finally left the ship at Southampton he had over 2 hundred quid in
his billfold & with all the stories he heard about the old city at Long Bay
jail he bought a ticket to Waterloo station then caught the tube to
Piccadilly & whilst sat on the steps of the Shaftsbury memorial fountain
contemplating where to sleep for the night he met Old Loewenstein who
offered him a sleepover at Claridges in return for his special services.

To Jack, a night at Claridges was like the holy grail of sleepovers
especially after having spent many nights on the run sleeping under a
stolen ex military MK VII gas cape groundsheet & bedroll in the Sydney
suburban parks cleverly concealed in the undergrowth having learned this
from an old swagman.  Jack gave Old Loewenstein a sleepover he would never
forget having learned his stock in trade mainly at Long Bay jail & finely
honed on board the Konigin Luise, for a 15 year old his experience far
outweighed even most older persons & to Old Loewenstein he liked a boy who
didn’t live by the rules of society, who pushed the envelope & loved
adventure & he found in Jack a boy who’s artistic naked Adonis like
physique was pleasing to the eye yet erotic at the same time with his girly
pointed breasts topping his slabs of steel hard muscle dangling a huge cock
more suited to an adult man than on a teenager. Jack satisfied Old
Loewenstein’s needs taking his monstrous cock with ease up his now well
used rear hole followed by his most sensual caresses with nipple sucking
with the boy drinking his spunk greedily from his cock & feeding it to him
with a highly erotic kiss & yet there was one rule which if he ever broke
would see him ignominiously kicked out on the streets. He would have to use
a poste restante facility for his mail.  Old Loewenstein had an important
business meeting in Brussels & being woken up at 5 am after a night of the
raunchiest sex possible wasn’t Jack’s idea of a cup of tea except this
morning after being asked if he held a passport followed by a full English
breakfast then a chauffeur driven Hispano Suiza drove them to Croydon
airport.  Jack could only gaze in wonder at the Avro Biplane being wheeled
out of a hanger, checked over & filled brim full with fuel for the flight
to Brussels becoming thrilled at his impending flight for he knew the most
a boy may have experienced was a short joy flight usually consisting of a
circuit around an airfield.

With both persons wearing flight suits, goggles & flying helmets strapped
into their seats a mechanic hand swung the laminated wooden propeller which
is fixed directly to the engine & turns the entire engine block over as the
crankshaft remains stationary on a rotary engine.  Following a few good
hearty swings of the propeller the engine burst into life & Old Loewenstein
operated the blip switches to the magneto to control the engine’s RPM as it
taxied out to the runway awaiting the green light.  The 100 hp Gnome
Monosoupape rotary engine screamed as it reached its 1,200 RPM rev limit
belching out a plume of blue smoke underneath the fuselage & reeking
strongly of the scents of burnt castor oil with the entire structure of the
aircraft vibrating & flexing in protest at the forces placed on it as Old
Loewenstein battled against the immense torque reaction created by the
revolving engine with the blast of wind howling through the wires & struts
& over Jack’s head as he sat at the front behind a glass fairing screen
which gave him some respite from the howling wind when the aircraft rose up
like a fly.  Jack became highly exhilarated at the diminishing panorama all
around him as the aircraft passed through a few wisps of cloud yet it was
the constant flexions which frightened the life out of him which became
frighteningly intense as the structure flexed its bones during mild
turbulence which at times had Jack gripping the seat with a vice like grip
in terror.  Yet it was over the channel with the aircraft flying at 4,000
feet the flight became as smooth as a millpond with not even a flex or
ripple from the structure which he surmised was incorporated into the
aircraft’s design & remembering if things flexed & bent they were far less
likely to break which is what a science teacher told him & he reasoned that
if the aircraft has been flying for 7 years & all flights were like this
therefore it must be safe.

After landing at Brussels, completing customs & immigration they took a
taxi to the bankers in the city where Old Loewenstein entered for his
business meeting after passing Jack a hotel card & sending him off to
explore the city’s sights.  Jack being Jack stole an old bicycle within
minutes & rode off despite having a wallet full of money without knowing
where he’s going. Now aware of his time schedule he trawled the markets &
bazaars looking for a stall which sold bric a brac looking for a watch. One
stall he arrived at spoiled him for choice until he found one which suited
his needs but this Waltham watch wasn’t a make he remembered from speaking
to a pick pocket at Long Bay jail & yet the mature pot bellied stall holder
in his fifties reassured him it was a good make saying in perfect English.
“This watch is made in America by the American watch company of Waltham,
Massachusetts & it is indeed a very good quality plus it keeps time very
accurately, with it comes the receipt from the makers in America who
recently serviced it so forget all those expensive makes you were told
about & buy this one which I will assure you is a dependable watch for 3 of
your English pounds.”  Jack was only too aware of market trader’s sales
pitches but his instincts told him he was genuine. He spent time looking
the watch over closely, aided by the vendor passing him a magnifying glass
then trying it on his wrist. It looked so right, so perfect with its white
face displaying roman numerals, he knew he could haggle & bring the price
down & in deference to the trader’s honesty chose not to & bought it.

He ordered his lunch of a French bread tuna sandwich at a street café with
an ice cold bottle of Hoegarrden lager beer on the recommendation of the
waiter, his first ever continental beer since leaving Australia which,
although a white beer, it compared favourably with Australian
lagers. Finally sated by his meal he paid his bill & rode away.  Jack
thought about his good fortune having traveled half way round the world,
meeting with this mysterious millionaire financier & flying in his private
aircraft. Brussels & London were like any cities on the planet as he
continued his explorations until suddenly the police stopped & arrested him
for stealing a bicycle.  Now locked in a cell until he was escorted to an
interview room with an inspector conducting the interrogation & having to
argue his case about arriving on Mr. Loewenstein’s aircraft. The minutes
were ticking away when both a magistrate & a doctor called; the charge
sheet read out by the inspector with Jack sentenced to a caning.  The one
thing Jack feared most was Old Loewenstein leaving without him & his case
wasn’t helped by the Police calling him a British criminal, now with tears
in his eyes he demanded the magistrate to see his possessions which were
duly brought in.  Jack’s possessions consisted of his Waltham watch with
the vendor’s receipts, over 200 British pounds in his billfold containing
his British passport-Australia which when checked revealed that he had
indeed arrived with Old Loewenstein, it also contained his letter from a
Sydney doctor strongly advising against birching the boy & he also had a
large leather drawstring purse containing loose change when the magistrate
asked.  “Has anyone thought about calling Mr. Loewenstein? There were long
faces in the room when it became apparent that no one had when the
magistrate said strongly. “Very well, I’ll call him myself.”

When your name is Alfred Loewenstein, it opens many more doors than is
otherwise possible to a more common person & when he finally entered the
room he politely asked. “What is this misunderstanding about this boy who
is my relief personal assistant stealing a bicycle?”  The inspector
replied. “I’m sorry Mr. Loewenstein, there seems to be some
misunderstanding amongst my constables, I’ll have this cleared up right
away.”  It was just before they were about to leave that the magistrate
took hold of Jack’s billfold relieving him of a white 5 pound note before
passing it back to him saying. “If you come before me again, I will not
only have you thrown in jail, I’ll personally escort you onto the first
ship leaving for Australia, good day to you Master Duggan.”  No sooner had
they stepped onto the street, Old Loewenstein scowled angrily at Jack
saying. “Don’t you ever pull another stunt like that again?”

Old Loewenstein never spoke a word to Jack throughout the remainder of the
day & not even after the aircraft took off; he even avoided Jack’s prompts
for answers & wouldn’t even look at him. It was as though Old Loewenstein
became a silent ghost, it was his silence which bothered him more than
anything instilling uncertainty into him.  ‘Would it all end at Croydon
where he’ll be sent on his way? He knew he was London’s most powerful man,
whatever he said in the city goes, he had the power to make his name mud
thereby guaranteeing that no one, not even a humble corner shop keeper
would employ him.  His thoughts went to Father Dunlea the Irish catholic
priest, who gave him sanctuary, food, clothes & a bed to sleep who had him
taught boxing & wrestling with the other wayward boys in his care, he was
also taught to swim by one of his old boys, a youth of 18 volunteering his
time & knowledge who taught him well & put him through his Bronze medallion
lifesaving medal now proudly worn around his neck, he taught him everything
he knew about the human body & gave him a knowledge far surpassing that of
the Kama Sutra, The perfumed garden or Fanny Hill performing the most
amazing sex with each other.  He already had within his hands the power to
give the most sensual massage to the one(s) he loved, the power to inflict
pain & even the power to kill but a world where unemployment, destitution,
fighting for your very survival, finding where the next meal was coming
from was just around the corner & could well be waiting for him when the
aircraft lands. He already realized this was not the land fit for heroes
returning from the war, the streets in both England & Australia were full
of men with missing limbs, faces distorted by horrendous wounds &c which he
even saw in the city now being left behind by the aircraft as the sound of
its beating heart punctuated his thoughts whilst gazing down at the English
channel almost a mile below him.

Some of his possessions remained behind at suite 212 at Claridges &
therefore he knew he would have to immediately reclaim them. A book inside
his swag bag not only became a source of entertainment, it also contained a
mystery? Now aged by almost 100 years with its bindings failing, loose
pages feathered & yellowed by time &c, the book was a perfect candidate for
being ignominiously cast out into the rubbish bin & yet one of the lads at
Long Bay Jail’s library gave it to him allowing him to keep it.  To Jack,
this old book became a treasured item, written at a time of horse drawn
transport, locomotives such as Stevenson’s Rocket, the halcyon great days
of sail containing a comprehensive treatise on poaching, living off the
land, traps, snares, netting, finding water, suitable guns including the
type concealed within a walking cane, shelter erection, care of cooking &
eating pots & yet there was a chapter which he found very funny when its
author whilst being harangued by a gamekeeper had left a glow cord time
delay pyrotechnic in some undergrowth which when it detonated with a loud
bang, he told the gamekeeper that’s where the poacher is pointing to the
puff of smoke followed by simply walking away.  This was a book containing
priceless knowledge beyond belief written by an old master who knew the
countryside intimately which he felt the landed gentry would sooner have
destroyed yet it had survived, within its cover, now faded by time is
written. ‘To Master Andrew’ & signed by Barney Rush the author of this book
titled ‘The night walker’ but who was Master Andrew? Indeed who was the
Author?  This book had now returned to its homeland in Jack’s suitcase, its
job probably done educating gold seekers & swagmen how to live in the harsh
environment of the Australian bush, Jack felt this book deserved to be
saved, to be restored, its bindings renewed, perhaps to become another
family heirloom & he even thought of having it republished for he too has
learned from this book.  Thankfully Old Loewenstein forgave him for his
misdemeanor at Brussels realizing that a boy like Jack would be a very hard
find indeed especially one sporting girly breasts topped by huge nipples
with a huge man sized cock capable of hosing out huge volumes of spunk more
than once during a session in bed with someone, in short, he was the ideal
pimp’s dream for a rent boy when he ushered him into the waiting Hispano
Suiza after landing at Croydon Airport.

Now back at suite 212, he lovingly stripped Jack naked & fondled him as his
10 inches of rock hard hugely fat cock attained full hardness inside the
confines of his silk underwear twitching & spewing out pre-cum forming a
huge log like tent in his trousers whilst Jack lay on his luxurious double
bed with the finest silk sheets which gave their bodies a luxurious yet
sensual caress after placing a do not disturb sign outside on the door,
stripped naked, placed his ankles onto his shoulders, lubed up both his
cock & Jack’s hole & slowly pushed it in to his balls.  Having Old
Loewenstein’s huge invader thrusting into him seemed to trigger some secret
place inside Jack which had him moaning & mewling loudly beckoning Old
Loewenstein to give it to him hard despite the monstrous size of his huge
cock. Even the youth who taught him to swim was packing 9 inches of hard
erect cock which made an obscenely huge tent in his silk square cut
swimming trunks which was a tight fit inside his hole & he really knew how
to give a boy a highly pleasurable experience as Jack’s own ample sized
cock spewed pre-cum onto his stomach & his right hand as he stroked his own
rock hard cock feeling those wonderful sensations of his impending orgasm
which built up to a shattering crescendo as long squirts of his teen boy
spunk flew out of his cock flying several feet & going everywhere when he
felt those hot gushes inside him as Old Loewenstein’s huge cock gushed
several powerful gushes of spunk inside him when he quickly turned Jack
over & licked his own spunk from Jack’s hole then feeding it to him with a
sensual tonguing kiss before sucking & licking Jack’s cock clean which had
him screaming from the highly intense sensations now assaulting the head of
his cock followed by room service knocking on his door with a room service
teenage waiter bringing them a trolley with a wry smile on his face
containing their lobster meals with a bottle of Dutch Amstel lager in ice
for Jack & a large glass of fresh orange juice for himself whilst at a more
modest house at Windsor, Bobby Loewenstein was on the receiving end of his
friend Hubert’s cock prior to bedding down together for the night together
in the same bed totally naked.

Old Loewenstein was constantly attending meetings & right throughout the
day his entourage was always nearby with both stenographers taking turns
ready to dictate his letters & telegrams which he always kept up an almost
constant flow of & he had Jack sent off to a typing school.  The business
world called for speed typists who could rapidly type out letters, it was
these women who bore the brunt of communications in the business world &
the best ones worked in the best positions (Like British speed typing
record holder Thelma Chalmers who was born 10 years later who set a record
of 122 words per minute) Jack certainly felt all the women’s gaze on him
especially as he was in a female dominated preserve & yet they took a
shining to him with his cheeky grin, huge bulge in his trousers, breasts
which tented out his shirt the same as a woman wearing a blouse & his
Australian accent. he also had some of the women pass him their phone
numbers which he quietly wrote into his pocket flip up note book to later
call round giving them his wonderful caresses followed by full on sex.  As
the days passed by Jack was developing a full command of the typewriter as
his fingers became attuned to each of the keys, his brain wired to each
finger, each finger only pressing certain keys, his mind’s eye indelibly
imprinting a photograph of the keyboard onto his brain for a skill to stand
him in good stead especially during the later years of his life.  Old
Loewenstein also had him placed at a private boarding school as he wanted
him to complete his education & the weekends were spent teaching him to fly
& gain his pilot’s licence, being a sterling multi millionaire with
investments rolling in the cash literally by the hour with Jack’s expenses
being viewed as of a very minor insignificance to him along with his
staff’s wages. These activities were ideal for Old Loewenstein as a method
of keeping Jack in the background & there was no need for Old Loewenstein
to ever work again & yet something was driving him on as though on a
relentless quest for the thrill of the chase but it was those weekend
flying lessons where Jack began to find his calling.

Jack very quickly grasped the fundamentals of piloting an Avro 504 to fly
solo in 10 hours subsequently learning navigation, the rules of airmanship,
the weather & the use of instruments &c subsequently gaining his pilots
licence with distinction but the allure of the road became his second
calling aided by seeing the motorcycle press crammed with adverts.  In
those days the press and media became likened to the paper internet where
everything which was advertised was seen in one publication or another with
the whole country being wired with a telephone & telegraph network which
required telephone calls to be connected by an operator plus there was the
mail which became the biggest public service in existence whereby just one
stamp paid for a letter to the next town or to the furthest reaches of the
empire which to Jack meant that he could send his old mates a letter
costing the same as Joe Blogg’s one traveling less than a mile & he decided
to send Father Dunlea a letter enclosing a postcard & a postcard to his
mates at Long Bay Jail signed only with his initials.

What Jack wanted was a fast motorcycle and he was spoilt for choice, he
scoured London’s dealers asking loads of questions and yet there was one
machine which caught his eye, it was one of the first Triumph model R’s
made, a well used machine previously owned by a dispatch rider who
delivered legal documents.  Jack knew from the press articles and hearsay
at Long Bay jail that the Triumph Ricardo (Riccy) was a fast bike and using
those haggling skills learnt at Long Bay jail he brought the price down to
35 quid. Now he would have to learn to ride it, this machine was just like
an oversized bicycle except it was powered by a 499cc overhead valve four
stroke engine driving through a three speed gearbox, motorcycles were also
amongst his tally of vehicles he stole and at 15 years of age he was
certainly old enough to have already left school although Old Loewenstein
had other ideas and had him take out a motorcycle driving licence and
another two years awaited him for a car licence which never bothered him in
the slightest.  That afternoon he arrived at County Hall to take out his
driving licence showing his passport using Fred’s address, there was no
driving test requirement at the time & he felt in a joyous frame of mind as
he walked towards the underground station with his licence in his wallet to
take delivery of the motorcycle that same afternoon.  Unbeknown to Jack,
Old Loewenstein wanted him apprenticed to Fairey Aviation at Hayes for he
knew that civil aviation was becoming a booming industry, in just a few
short years Jack would become a skilled engineer with a pilots licence and
an impressive tally of hours in his flight log before he’s 20 but if anyone
could get him through the door it was Old Loewenstein.

Jack spent those lazy hazy days of that summer holiday touring London’s
bathing spots but it was the Serpentine which held Jack’s fascination as
not only did he make friends here, it was the sight of scantily clad
shirtless boys which never failed to trigger his 15 year old 8.5 inches of
fat man sized teenage cock becoming erect and spewing pre-cum into both
pairs of silk briefs he wore as part of his swimsuit which became hugely
tented out with the size of his erection.  Even for a youngster at Long Bay
jail, it was those regular cell changes which broadened his experience on
boy and boy or man and boy sex for a boy with a huge cock in there was
highly in demand aided by the knowledge that his cock blasted out sweet
tasting spunk and with those sort of demands placed upon his baby makers it
was little wonder that they began producing huge volumes of spunk which
flew out like a fire hose, firstly it was Old Loewenstein who savoured his
spunk, now it was any boy who took his fancy and it wasn’t long before a 13
year old sat next to him who had an insatiable appetite for cock.

Steve was a lightly built straw coloured curly haired boy of 13 who Jack
saw must be packing 6 inches inside his almost transparent black silk swim
briefs with alluringly thick smooch lips and large prominent pointed breast
buds with the biggest nipples and areolas he’d seen in his life almost
resembling a young girl’s small boobs the sight of which had Jack’s cock at
full mast twitching a merry dance inside his briefs as it unloaded a huge
single squirt of spunk & his nipples became erect tenting out his form
fitting black sheer silk vest. Steve came straight to the point leading
Jack to the Serpentine swimming club’s hut and opened the door with a key
begging the mystery of how he came by that key.  If ever there was such a
thing as a boy with a raging satyr maniac sex drive, Steve was that boy
begging and pleading for Jack to plunge his cock inside his pre lubricated
hole, not that he needed the stuff as Jack’s 8.5 inches sunk straight into
Steve’s hole to his balls in one foul swoop, so worked up was Jack that he
blasted a huge load of spunk inside Steve in seconds but his huge cock
still remained rock hard.  Steve lit up a cigarette whilst Jack’s balls
recharged with more spunk as he kept up a slow leisurely thrusting motion
with his rock hard cock as he gently massaged the boy’s nipples & cupped
his petite almost girly breasts.  It was the sight of those breasts which
fuelled Jack’s lust to levels never before experienced triggering lost
memories of nursing from his mother’s breasts & awakening instincts planted
by Mother Nature throughout the generations to look for a woman with ample
breasts of sufficiency to nourish his future offspring when they became
partners & now Jack harboured a secret wish wondering if it was even
possible to draw any milk from the boy’s breasts?.  It took only seconds
for Jack’s lust to reach new heights with his cock becoming the hardest
ever twitching powerfully as he latched onto a breast & began sucking
giving him unbelievably intense sensations as though his huge nipples were
hard wired to his balls which tingled intensely making the boy shoot off
ropes of spunk without ever touching his cock in seconds followed by his
own cock doing the same moments later. Instincts within him wanted milk
flowing from the boy’s breasts but this was not to be.

They both sat by the lake in the afterglows of the most amazing boy on boy
sex during which Jack experienced tingling sensations within his breasts &
his cock which continued leaking his after leakage from his balls making a
monstrous wet patch on his silk briefs exposing the tip of his cock to any
passers by when Steve opened his tin of cigarettes passing one to Jack
already lit as they continued talking.  Finally Jack took Steve home on his
Triumph Ricardo motorcycle & having dropped him off but not before asking
him which days & times he came swimming at the Serpentine.  They kissed
openly in the street putting their tongues in each others mouths & as Jack
rode away his mind was already scheming on having a sleepover with Steve at
Claridges.

Jack rode the Triumph to Bloemfontein road in Hammersmith to swim in the
recently opened swimming pool & practice diving into the seven foot depth
water which is unusually in the centre of the pool, he stood on the top
diving board with the sun beating down on his now suntanned form wearing
his two piece bathing suit only this time his silk swim briefs were tightly
tied around his waist with its draw cord as he was only too aware they
would either end up around his ankles or come off entirely & sink to the
bottom of the pool.  Having already performed several dives, a boy of the
same age spoke to him saying. “I haven’t seen you before, aren’t you from
around here?”  “I’m from Sydney, Australia.”  “So what brings you here?”
Jack thought for a moment whilst gazing around his surroundings then
replied.  “I’ve come for the adventure & to see how they live in the old
country,” at which the youngster burst out laughing saying. “Old country,
what a name for England, who thought that one up? I must tell my mates, I
really love your accent, it’s so funny, it makes me laugh, so, which ship
did you arrive on?”  “Oh, she’s an old German tub built before the Great
War named the Konigin Luise until she was renamed, apparently she was
confiscated from the Germans after the war and now sails on the England to
Australia route, I came over on a cheap ticket in steerage, I wish I could
have afforded a better ticket as we were crammed in the bottom of the ship
like sardines which was very unpleasant especially when sailing through the
southern oceans, everyone down below was sick all the time as the seas were
so rough with all the hatches & portholes battened down, it’s a miracle the
old tub didn’t sink.”

After a few dives Jack swam about a quarter of a mile on the front crawl
stroke taught to him by Bill during those blissful days in the sea before
getting out, walking to the kiosk ordering an ice cream cone then sat down
next to the youngster.  After making small talk they left the pool together
walking up to Jack’s motorcycle when the offer of a ride was irresistible
to the youngster.  They arrived at Claridges, parked the motorcycle & Jack
directed him to wait by a service door whilst he entered then let the
youngster in & finally entered suite 212 knowing Old Loewenstein was away
in America.  To the youngster this was luxury beyond belief surrounded by
the finest furnished & decorated room which was almost priceless in his
eyes as this was the world of the stinking rich when he leapt onto the
luxurious double bed which protested his landing with a loud crack.  Jack
removed his socks & shoes then stripped him naked whilst he lay there
gazing at the ornately decorated plaster on the ceiling fully cooperating
with him in the removal of his clothes as the strong scents of pool
chemicals hit his nostrils disguising the boy’s pheromones as he lay there
with a rock hard 6 inch cock oozing out pre-cum over the head of his cock
whilst it occasionally jerked with a twitch.  Jack caressed his pea sized
nipples topping his breast buds on his almost flat chest making the boy
moan with a gob of pre-cum ejected from his cock before he went down taking
his entire cock in his mouth whilst caressing his nipples starting the
youngster humping wildly into Jack’s face like a wild animal when his cock
suddenly enlarged even more & began jerking wildly in his mouth as several
jets of teen cum went straight down jack’s throat. Now the boy began to
kick & scream forcing Jack to silence him with a pillow as the most highly
intense orgasm of his young life crashed through him but Jack wasn’t
finished with him yet & he knew immediately what was coming when Jack
directed him to lie on his back on the edge of the bed.  Jack used loads of
Old Loewenstein’s expensive special lube on the boy’s hole making his chute
tingle with exotic sensations which made his cock go rock hard again whilst
Jack lubed up his own cock knowing he would have to stretch out the boy’s
hole to be pleasantly surprised as like Steve his cock would just slide
straight in owing to the already huge size of the hole, guiding the boy’s
ankles onto his shoulders & pushing his huge throbbing leaking cock
ejecting huge gobs of pre-cum onto the carpet & around his hole just before
he sank if fully home to his balls. Holding him by his hips he started by
thrusting gently into him & quickly finding that wasn’t the boy’s style
when he demanded he bang it into him hard & fast whilst he massaged &
stroked his pea sized nipples with his hands which became rock hard
sticking out like small nubbins as Jack’s cock excited his little secret
button inside & blasting out another load of spunk hitting him square in
the face & onto his stomach with his clenching rear hole taking Jack to
unbelievable heights of orgasm which he also felt inside his breasts as a
huge deluge of spunk flooded the boy’s hole eliciting his loud sighs before
he disengaged & flopped down onto him in a lover’s embrace enjoying their
afterglows of sex whilst the boy gave him a long session of nipple sucking
leaving them looking even larger & even more sensitive to even the
slightest touch when they finally showered together, exchanged addresses
then finally let him out of the back door leaving Jack to tidy the room.

Jack left Claridges & took the short walk to his poste restante box to
check his mail & became pleasantly surprised as the mature female clerk
handed him a bundle of letters & cards, everyone from Australia.  It was a
fine mid August day as he walked towards the Shaftsbury memorial fountain
steps in a cooling breeze, sat down, lit up a cigarette then opened his
first letter from old Paddy who wrote with a very neat & legible hand.

Dear Jack.  The boys here are glad to hear of your safe arrival in the old
country and they trust you have had a good voyage on the SS Konigin Luise.
The tales of your exploits over there have really cheered them up and given
them hope for their futures. Father Dunlea now visits the jail regularly to
hold Sunday Mass and give all the boys a blessing.  It pleases you to know
that the magistrate who jailed you has suddenly resigned, the reasons for
which we do not know although a recent public enquiry regarding child
brutality seems to be the cause with the Sydney Morning Herald’s front page
article highlighting about a poor 12 year old child bleeding to death as a
result of a birching. It was later determined the poor boy had something
wrong with his blood whereby he would bleed huge amounts from just a simple
cut.  The child came from a poor family whose only crime was stealing
food. Being poor it was highly unlikely his mother could even afford a
penny doctor and so his mother tried her best to care for her poor son.
One positive outcome of this was the state governor suddenly commuting his
elder brother young Seamus’s sentence on compassionate ground. Seamus, as
you know is your best friend and the same age as yourself, he kindly sends
you his regards and looks forward to meeting you whilst Father Dunlea is
taking church collections for their passage to reunite his mother with her
family.

With love from me and the boys, take care now.

Paddy.

Jack became overwhelmed by his emotions at the letter’s content having
taken a huge step into the unknown although it pleased him that a wrong had
been righted, perhaps more boys wouldn’t have to undergo the punishments he
suffered from the brutal birch which may possibly be the start of reforms
which are too late to save Seamus’s younger brother who he met only the
once.  Jack opened Father Dunlea’s letter which he wrote at the same
time. He took an awful risk paying for their passage thereby almost
depleting church funds down to a few pennies which was the cost of being
able to notify Jack of their booking & it pleased him that Father Dunlea
had booked them on the Konigin Luise departing Sydney in a month’s time
thereby confirming his own belief that she is a lucky ship & meanwhile they
were staying at St Peters Catholic church.  He read the few remaining
postcards including one from Seamus which brought happiness to his face but
there was no time to lose for he knew that the only way they would receive
a timely reply was by telegram.  There was also another issue, they only
had the clothes they stood up in & were practically destitute & he knew
that church collections would take time to collect sufficient money for
their essentials during their passage. Jack knew from Old Loewenstein that
banks sometimes wired money by telegram & decided to look for one which
could do this to Australia.  Meanwhile he trawled the streets of Soho for
he knew if there’s one thing which sells, its sex, always has done & always
will having been a part of humanity since time began & will be until the
end of time. There were many brothels in the city with some of them
catering for men having sex with young boys but Jack’s adventurous spirit
wanted to go one better & being an escort would be the right move, he
placed his advert with an underground publication he became aware of &
waited.

To be continued.