Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2018 13:47:25 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Schoolboy lifeguard 6

This is entirely a work of fiction and all the named characters are
fictitious and any relation to persons living or dead is purely
unintentional.

This story is set around the start of the Second World War and thereafter
based around the experiences of a typical British secondary schoolboy
living in Southern England who's on a quest to work hard saving up money
towards his passage to Melbourne, Australia to live with his uncle and aunt
during the early part of the Second World War to escape the bombing. These
are his adventures.

Schoolboy lifeguard part six

AKA, The boy in the red bathing suit.

Chapter six, The spring arrives.

The winter of 1940 was a very severe one indeed and now it's finally over
the whole country began digging for victory turning any bit of useable land
into vegetable plots. The land between our housing estate and the wall
bordering the footpath beside the church and both the primary and secondary
schools as well as the land on the opposite side of the estate was divided
up into allotments for each household for the purpose of growing vegetables
with everyone digging up the grass and planting seeds in their allotted
space.

During February half term I camped out with Jim the Boy Scout who works
with Dylan and I at the pool and as luck would have it, he owns an American
army surplus pup tent identical to the type our troop has and using both my
tarpaulins to extend the tent and blocking off the open end with one of our
groundsheets we effectively made a four man tent in the grounds of Strand
Castle beside a backwater.

The weather was still cold then but we had more than enough candles to
provide both light and warmth plus Jim brought along one army 24 hour
ration pack for each of us with a pair of the new rectangular mess tins
made from steel dipped in tin, a bottle of methylated spirits to refuel our
spent Blackies Tommy's cookers, a bag of raisins, tins of pemmican, packet
of powdered eggs from America, a packet of rice and some curry powder from
India, I began wondering just how he got all of this leaving me with
thoughts of Joe's black market operation being continued by someone else?

Dylan boiled up the rice whilst I cooked the pemmican flavoured with curry
powder and we made a delicious tasting curry with a handful of raisins
thrown in each mess tin for good measure whilst Jim made the tea, this time
using what he called a hobo stove made from an empty seven pint national
dried milk tin. This is a tin with a series of holes cut along both the top
with larger holes at the bottom with a square hole at the bottom for
feeding fuel which Jim says has to face into the wind, he also brought
along a bag full of wood chips as fuel and to support a cooking pot, there
was a mesh grate which he placed onto the top as a pot support and he says
the golden rule was to always use a cooking pot smaller than the tin
itself. The one main disadvantage was there was no way it could be used
inside a tent and neither could we use it outside at night yet it was truly
a cleverly efficient stove so I took the measurements off it to make one
for later.



Old Peepynose worked his magic by heating up rocks on a fire which he
shoveled into the hole sited at the tent's bell end which had to be done
during daylight with the candle lanterns also providing both light and heat
at night. After blocking off the entrance with a groundsheet we were inside
a tent from which no light escaped which he finally checked for us before
leaving on his bicycle.

The inside of the tent warmed up comfortably to strip down to our underwear
which soon became totally naked as our threesome session of sex began and
Jim was very hot for a 15 year old who gazed approvingly at my breasts
which had enlarged owing to those damn pills which seemed to give me
growing pains as well as becoming more sensitive, so much so I really
enjoyed having them fondled now and just playing with my nipples was a sure
fire way to get a huge hard on and shoot a load of spunk.

It was only last week when I shot my load just by fondling and massaging my
nipples sending those lovely sensations to my balls when I felt a wetness
on my fingers which turned out to be a creamy white delicious tasting
liquid despite there being only enough to coat my fingertips with lovely
orgasmic sensations felt inside my breasts. Jim saw this and sucked on one
breast whilst Dylan sucked on the other. Both got a taste of my delicious
morsels and I very nearly shot my load by itself there and then.

We took turns fucking each other laid down in a spooning position followed
by sucking off each others cocks in what later became known as the 69
position, modern sex vocabulary hadn't yet entered our lives and wouldn't
until we were old men but for now our language was simple and surprisingly
my breasts did recharge to give them both a tasty morsel each just before
we tucked inside our blanket bedrolls with Dylan & Jim in a double bedroll
whilst I contented myself with a single owing to a tent pole being in the
way. We left the candle lanterns alight to burn out during the night giving
out some heat aided by the hot rocks at the bell end inside a hole and by
morning we were still comfortable when we woke up to a mild morning.

Once again we cooked breakfast on the Blackies Tommy's cookers of porridge
with raisins sweetened with honey with milk given to us by Old Peepynose
when he visited us the following morning having filled up his military
water bottle whilst the cows were being milked at the farm that morning and
gave us a pheasant each to take home. He must have spent ages talking about
his exploits out in the Australian bush and he too had his hook ups with a
few lads from country towns back in the day.



Coming from Beechworth in Victoria he had fond memories of teaching a few
lads to swim at a place called Reid's creek with its crystal clear waters
which had a waterfall several feet high as a diving platform feeding into a
large pool about ten foot deep with gentle sloping bottoms at the edges and
for those prepared to pan for gold, there was still the bounty of nuggets
waiting to be unearthed. This was an ideal place where no one cared a damn
about naked boys swimming or being taught to swim and he had sex with every
one of them and during the height of the Australian summers both he and the
other lads developed all over suntans like ancient bronze.



Time hadn't faded his wonderful memories of those times and when he joined
the 58th battalion aged 18 during the last war. He was the best swimmer in
his unit and such was their camaraderie that their physical training
instructors welcomed his assistance in teaching others to swim in the sea
at Alexandria with every one of the troops including himself with their
instructors totally naked. He inspired confidence in the lads getting
everyone through their swimming tests followed by those young men fondly
writing letters home about the lovely country boy from the bush who taught
them to swim.

His gaze lovingly took in our youthful forms with his cock erecting inside
his trousers forming a huge tent noticed by all three youngsters and with
the tent still erected it wasn't long before all three of us were
pleasuring him inside the tent and rekindling his long lost sexual desires
of young male youth when I presented him with my rear hole after passing
him the Vaseline taking his fat nine inches of steel hard cock pounding
gently inside me before filling me with a mother load of fine vintage spunk
and surprisingly he was soon ready to go again, this time on Dylan followed
by him nursing on my budding breasts for about a teaspoonful of my youthful
elixir from each one which had the effect of taking a powerful aphrodisiac
which he took it out on Jim's rear hole with his nine inches of steel hard
cock. I daresay he's probably had the best session in a long time judging
by the sheepish grin on his face when he finally left us after more tea
with some biscuits he brought with him.



The next time we camped out was over the Easter weekend. Jim knew of a
River Thames island at Marlow at a place called Longridge Farm which is a
popular camping venue for scouts where Jim's troop camped the previous
summer. Access to and from this island is by an old ship's clinker built
wooden lifeboat and with both our towns having a Sea Scout troop with a
third troop based at nearby White Waltham, boys shared the duty of being
the ferryman.

By this time I already received my American war surplus pup tent which I
would erect onto Jim's, open end to open end. These are known as shelter
quarters which we extended with both my tarpaulins between both tents and
with John joining us making a foursome.

A popular swimming area is located about 200 yards west of the island along
a bank which has a mini beach. The island has a small wooded copse
stretching from the island's centre to its western end which is where we
set up our tent using the trees as overhead cover and there's plenty of
fuel on the ground to burn in both our hobo stoves for cooking during the
day whilst using our Blackies Tommy's cookers at night in the tent to heat
soup and make tea.

A patrol of Sea Scouts were also camped on the island's east green shaded
by trees on the northern side and it's these scouts who were the duty
patrol for the lifeboat ferry who were camped in a war surplus ex army
officer's tent shaded by a tree. We had to observe strict blackout
regulations at night preventing fires still burning and the use of torches
or lanterns and thankfully both our tents prevented light from
escaping. The farm operated a provender shop for milk, eggs and bread &c
which was open in the morning.



The rest of the duty patrol was on the mainland leaving a blond haired
fourteen year old sea scout manning the ferry who looked bored. I walked up
to see him sat in the boat seeing both his Royal Life Saving Society and
British Red Cross badges on the left sleeve of his Sea Scout uniform jumper
and greeted him finding that his name is also Tom. I asked him if he had a
book to read and he replied.

"Silly me, I forgot to bring one."

I brought along a paperback book which a man passed me through a toilet's
glory hole as a reward for sucking off his cock containing a story about a
boy of my age with a monster cock who has sex with men, particularly
schoolteachers and priests. It's the sort of book which is published by an
underground press containing a series of very hot chapters with a fourteen
year old Dylan Masters as the central character. Dylan has also read this
book and he likes the stories contained within its pages which never failed
in fuelling his frequent wanking and he's even had wet dreams the same as
me whenever we've both read this book last thing at night so I said to Tom.

"I've brought a book with me which is really hot so in all fairness I
should warn you about it before I loan it to you."

His expression changed as he replied. "I'm up for reading your book, I love
really naughty stories."

I went and fetched it and passed it to him, after reading a few pages I saw
his huge erection tenting out his navy blue cotton school P E shorts as he
got well into the story when I said.

"It looks like your cock needs some attention."

"I know,--- your book is one hell of a story, right now I really need a
good wank otherwise I'm going to spunk into my underpants, they're not due
back for an hour so how about we go to our tent?"



That was the quickest and easiest hook up of a strange boy of my age ever
as he disembarked from the boat and led me to his tent, just walking those
few yards my cock was rock hard leaking pre-cum into my red silk swim
briefs and those lovely feelings with tingling nipples returned to my
breasts when no sooner had we entered he stripped off ready for me when I
saw he wore a pair of identical white skimpy silk swim briefs, the front of
which was heavily stained with pre-cum, spunk and piss stains. Tom had a
nice muscular physique with well developed pectorals resulting from his
swimming training topped by dark pointed breast buds with gorgeously large
nipples with eight inches of fat man sized teenage boy's cock with large
balls amidst his huge blond pubic bush.

I homed into his nipples nursing off them like a child which had him
moaning like a bitch when he remarked saying.

"I love the look of your breasts; they look just like my sister's when he
began caressing them, his hands gave them lovely caresses, squeezes and
nipple play which felt awesome inside with my tingling nipples becoming
hard, it seemed as though my breasts became hard wired to my balls when
those lovely feelings saw beads of milk appearing on the tips of my
nipples. Tom looked at them in astonishment and gasped out.

"I didn't know boys made milk," when his instincts drove him to latch onto
and start nursing from them. I think he may have got an egg cupful from
each one and I can only describe those feelings as my elixir flowed into
his mouth as truly amazing, as though it flowed into him with my love
straight from my heart when he beamed out.

"Your milk tastes absolutely delicious, I just wish there was more."

I said. "Tom, you really must keep this one a secret, only you must know
this as I can't have this going round the camp site, promise me."

"I promise on scouts' honour."

I began to appreciate the gift those pills from the Harley Street doctor
has brought forth from my breasts especially as I now had what's tantamount
to a gift from the gods which really does spice up sex sessions and tastes
delicious. I now possessed a gift which is highly sought after by whoever I
have sex with and hoped things will get better in that department.



Tom's cock became the hardest its ever been like a rod of iron as soon as
the heavily hormone laced milk took effect with his pre-cum flowing out
like a leaking tap, by the time he pushed his huge cock inside me the head
was already soaked with his juices and having already taken large cocks
inside me it just went straight in after having crouched down on all fours
ready to receive his huge invading pole and once it was in, he certainly
knew how to use it to good effect.

Every time he pushed inside me I felt those lovely feelings from having my
secret love button massaged by his huge cock during which I shot out three
huge spunk loads without ever touching my cock plus whatever reserves of
milk were left inside my breasts dripped onto the groundsheet. I felt as
though my rear hole was having a powerful orgasm as Tom's spunk jetted
inside me filling my insides right up with his hot baby making
liquid. Somehow he actually gave me the best fuck of my life and I felt so
fulfilled and relaxed afterwards as we lay there together caressing each
other hoping for these magical moments to last forever when we both heard
the bell summoning him to the boat to ferry the rest of his patrol
across. I hurriedly cleaned up and threw on my tee shirt and shorts whilst
Tom threw on his Sea Scout jumper, neckerchief, P E shorts and plimsolls
then placed my book into his kitbag and walked to the boat whilst I slinked
away close to the bushes on the north bank of the island back to our tent.



We still had about three hours to lunch so I took my catapult with some
ammunition and crept out of the camp site, turned left and crossed a small
bridge which crosses a stream then entered the woods following a track
running parallel to the fields. The stream presented an effective barrier
from crossing so I continued walking until I came to a fallen tree which
became my crossing point.

I hid amongst the branches finding a nice one to sit on and began observing
the rabbits in the field and there were loads of them. Two would be
sufficient for our evening meal of rabbit stew so I waited until one came
within range and fired from a range of about 30 yards hitting it squarely
in the back of the head, it leapt up and began twitching on its side before
it laid still. I fully expected the others to run off and yet my shot
miraculously didn't disturb them when moments later I lined up for a longer
shot and brought that one down thinking `This is like shooting rats in a
barrel.'

Another rabbit came to investigate its fallen sibling and I fired hitting
that one in the shoulder when it began squealing, I quickly had to put that
one out of its misery so I came down off the tree and ran picking it up and
dispatching it with the classic rabbit chop, picked up the other two and
returned to the camp site following a path which runs along its western
edge and entered by the back way.

Fortunately Tom was on duty with the ferry and I quickly summoned him
over. He became gob smacked seeing three dead rabbits, one of which I gave
him telling him to keep his trap shut. It was next day that the rest of his
patrol thanked me for bringing them a rabbit which they too ate at roughly
the same time as us.

After that meal we palled up with the Sea Scout patrol exchanging places
between tents for sleepovers with the most amazing sex between every one of
us and nursing each one of their patrol two at a time into the bargain with
small measures of my deliciously tasting heavily hormone laced elixir. We
exchanged names and addresses and I became Tom's pen pal which continued
into our old age.



The war started in earnest at the start of the Whitsunday weekend on Friday
May 10th when the Germans began bombing our convoys in the channel and
attacking the channel ports. What was known as the phoney war was coming to
an end. A lot of Boy Scout troops had white tents which they had to send
away to be dyed either green or brown before they could be used, one way
around this problem was boys erecting pup tent style bivouacs from their
groundsheets or groundsheet capes using tent poles fashioned from broom
handles. Both of our troops went to Longridge farm where we noticed the
ingenuity of some of their shelter tents constructed by tying numerous war
surplus groundsheets together to fashion much larger tents. Both Dylan and
I linked our own war surplus American pup tents with our tarpaulins making
a long eight man tent whilst a few lucky troops had war surplus bell tents
and a few who still had white tents had to erect them under the trees on
the island as the copse there provided sufficient overhead cover. The Duty
Sea Scout ferry patrol had their officer's tent erected under a tree not
far from where they were last time and once again I was glad to hook up
with Tom.

Jim's troop was also here which could be an interesting weekend and we were
seeing a lot more aeroplanes in the skies which looked as though it's a
portend of events to come and there wasn't a boy here who's mind wasn't on
the war, especially seeing the army camped here under the trees by the
entrance and by Tuesday May 14th the country began mobilizing the local
defence volunteers (Home Guard).



Dylan and I left our employment at the Centre Pool in the next town as we
were both returning to work the summer at the local open air pool yet
thankfully Jim kept me supplied with those pills from Harley Street and by
now I was no longer able to hide my growing breasts which bounced and
jiggled as I walked and they were producing more milk, about enough to fill
a wine glass much to Mr. Breedlove's approval and thankfully he saw to it I
received a larger blazer, shirt and jumper for my school uniform plus a
larger sized Boy Scout shirt from a boy who left school the previous summer
having already outgrown my old ones which were being worn by a younger
boy. Yes my blazer still fitted apart from buttoning it up owing to my
growing breasts which prominently displayed my very large nipples poking
out my shirt all the time, especially in class with the warmer weather
having returned and boys now wearing just shirts and ties and they were a
lot more sensitive, no wonder I was getting a lot more erections just from
my white silk vest I wore under my shirt constantly exciting my nipples.



Prior to the open air pool opening for the year, workmen were touching in
the paint on the pool's huge concrete tank and draining out the water which
had collected in the nine foot over the winter which must have been about
two foot deep and green with algae and once drained they scrubbed away the
scum left by the algae, removed the grates and cleaned out the drains. The
lifeguards were weeding the pool surround and flower beds whilst engineers
worked on the pool plant and both water fountains. I was seeing the little
known behind the scenes side of being a lifeguard as we waited in
anticipation for the pool to fill up which took about a week plus another
day for the chlorine dosing to become effective when Mr. Badcock put every
one of us through our competency tests in water which was in the fifties
Fahrenheit which felt like an icy bath and having to endure cold showers
afterwards and when the pool finally opened in June, it was packed right
out, so much so that the cacophony of hundreds of human voices speaking in
unison was easily heard about 100 yards away.



I fully expected the newspaper runs to the holiday caravan park to restart
with the coming of the summer but this was not to be as it was deemed
unsafe to have a large concentration of people there but at least there was
still camping allowed on the island which had trees providing overhead
cover so my hopes of making more money were quickly dashed until Jim came
to the rescue.

Whoever that guy at Windsor was? It was he who arranged for Dylan and I to
spend Friday and Saturday nights in London having also provided our season
tickets for the trains and the tube. We both spent a night at his house
having the most amazing sex with him and we certainly gave him more than
his money's worth of fucking, sucking, caressing, kissing but what pleased
him the most was him nursing off my breasts. Oh my god, he was like a
spoilt child greedily lapping up and he made sure of drinking every drop
during which his huge cock not only became like a rod of iron, it shot off
huge amounts of spunk without him even toughing it like a fountain plus he
still managed to recharge his balls to fill both our rear holes and having
both of us reciprocate the service.

This was a night with very little sleep during which we lost count of how
many times we both spunked and somehow I managed to also give him his
morning milk from my breasts. We were both well paid for our night of
passion but it was also a prelude of nights to come for which he was
testing us and by the morning he had shown both of us every trick in the
book on how to passionately make love to a man. He cooked us both very
substantial filling full English breakfasts before driving us home with 50
quid each in our wallets.



Our first Friday evening in London was an experience we would never forget
as we, as commoners were about to enter the higher echelons of the rich and
powerful and to conform to their dress code requirements and not having
suits we wore our school uniforms carrying our silk swim briefs and towels
in haversacks and our gas masks. We caught the train to Paddington station
and took the tube to finally arrive and were met by our mentor from Windsor
at Green Park tube station who led us the short distance through blacked
out London Streets until we arrived at The Bath Club in Dover Street,
Mayfair, a private club for gentlemen of distinction.

There were no formalities of signing in as we were led straight to his
room, it was as thought everyone in the building knew why we were here and
were sworn to secrecy.

We changed into white skimpy silk swim briefs and dressed in Roman togas
and sandals to be led right into the bowels of the building to the most
fantastic swimming pool we've seen in our young lives and saying we were
gob smacked was an understatement. It looked for all the world as though we
had just traveled back in time 2,000 years, we had just entered a Grecian
styled pool hall with columns of polished Italian marble, a life sized
marble statue of a naked Hermaphroditus greeted us as we entered, he (or
she) resembled a beautiful teenage girl of about fifteen except for a
teenage boy's face with long flowing hair and bountiful breasts with huge
nipples, one of which had formed a bead of breast milk, he (or she) had a
truly amazing womanly figure with an enormously fat ten inches of erect
cock standing out at an upwards angle from a pair of huge balls amidst a
pubic triangular bush.

I stood gazing hypnotically at this statue and I saw that I was its
physical embodiment, as though I was that living person when Jim who
surprised us by being here walked up to us totally naked and removed both
our togas, sandals and white silk swim briefs as like all the patrons here
we were required to swim naked in the pool.

Dylan and I dived in and swam a few lengths along a roped off lane which
required us to swim clockwise or to keep left of the lane, rather like
driving on the road. We were a pair of young whippersnappers swimming
amongst more mature and slower men and yet we felt all the naked men sat
along the side of the pool had their eyes on our youthful forms and no
doubt Dylan sensed the same. We had swam about a quarter of a mile before
we got out at the steps when Jim came up to us with towels, red carbolic
soap and shampoo directing us to the showers and once we dried off he
paraded both of us along the line of men sat there gazing at us with
instructions to pick whoever we wanted to spend our nights of passion
with. Joining us in the walk past was Tom, the Sea Scout who picked his
regular partner and Jim who also picked his.

Dylan quickly picked a smart looking blond haired young man in his twenties
which left me alone which was when the man from Windsor announced that I
would be spending the night with the highest bidder and so began the
auction whilst I was directed to commence a series of erotic artistic
poses.

The bidding shot up astronomically to amounts in the hundreds of pounds and
stalled around three hundred slowly increasing by five pounds at a time
when the bidding finally stopped at 355 pounds and was finally countered by
355 guineas. There were no more bids after that. I greeted my host, a dark
haired man in his twenties for the night who insisted that I receive a full
body shave into the bargain.



A youth of about seventeen led me away carrying the toga, towel, silk swim
briefs and sandals to a room where he directed me to lie down onto a
medical examination bed, he gave me two of those pills from Harley Street
with a large glass of ice cold water which began swelling my breasts whilst
I was being shaved.  He began by applying really hot wet towels to my right
leg whilst he stropped a cut throat razor, he lathered up the lower leg and
with the skills of a highly experienced barber he shaved my lower leg, he
then stropped the razor again and repeated the same with the upper leg
followed by the left leg before placing a hot wet towel onto my package and
shaving off all my pubic hair including my peach fuzz treasure trail, this
went on until every hair on my body was removed by his razor including the
peach fuzz on my face and the back of my neck finishing with him gently
powdering my entire body before donning my toga and sandals carrying the
towel and swim briefs to be led through the building to my host's bedroom
for a night of passion.

I felt like my tits were about to burst when they began leaking milk and
realized they had been primed to deliver a lot of milk. His face had been
hot towel shaved earlier by the youth leaving him with skin like a baby's
bottom which became a godsend as there's nothing worse than being
passionately kissed by a man with stubble on his face so at least I was
spared that indignation.

My leaking breasts certainly met with his approval as he homed in on one
and began nursing, literally guzzling down my youthful life giving hormone
laced elixir which soon made his hugely fat eight inch cock like a rod of
iron. He drank my elixir from the other breast and I saw that he had a
pleasing expression on his face as he licked off the excess around his lips
then began lovingly caressing me. I thought to myself that I must be in
heaven especially with my skin shaved baby smooth which pleasantly enhanced
his loving caresses and having my pubes and balls shaved to perfection then
powdered felt amazingly smooth as his hands caressed them despite my cock
being rock hard and leaking like a tap which pleased him no end as he just
licked it clean like an ice lolly when he beckoned me to straddle him
facing his head to impale myself on his already menthol greased cock so he
could fondle my breasts which began dribbling more milk as he massaged and
tweaked my nipples whilst I rode his pole.

Despite having drunk a good measure of my milk my breasts still felt full
and were still swollen yet they felt wonderful with those lovely feelings I
got when I'm about to deliver their contents into whoever's mouth wanted
it. My bottom felt just like my cock when I'm about to shoot a load of
spunk and his cock was certainly doing wonderful things to my secret love
button deep inside which was dribbling my love juices onto his washboard
belly. I secretly wished I had lengthy hair just like the statue which
would caress my upper body wherever it draped over and yet I knew I was the
closest living being to that statue on this night of our passion when I
felt those amazing feelings as his cock seemed to fill up my already tight
hole even more with powerful twitching when I felt the biggest hot gushes
of his spunk flooding my insides and there was a lot of them when my cock
blasted out its huge load which was my biggest yet which flew out
everywhere as breast milk ran down my stomach when he tried scooping as
much spunk as he could with his fingers and greedily licking off the lot
when he beckoned me to pull off him with the muscles on the bottom of my
thighs were aching like hell.



His mouth homed in on my cock sucking out all the after leakage which felt
like those excruciating dry cums which force you to stop wanking before I
could shoot spunk about the time of my last year in primary school then he
homed in on my tits drinking more milk out of them sending sensations
straight to my balls. I thought is this what happens to mums who nurse
their babies inducing their pussies to wet their knickers and even cumming
in them. I've heard a lot of playground banter in my time and that was one
of the items mentioned.

We went onto more kissing exchanging tongues and caressing each other
making dirty talk when we decided to take a break and I reached for my
packet of Capstan full strength navy cut cigarettes. The teachers used to
try and catch me smoking but I was too crafty for them and they left me
alone during the last days of summer term. I got on so well with the
teachers no doubt aided by taking every one of their cocks up my rear hole
and giving them a drink of milk and now Mr. Breedlove likes to make tea
with my milk and with this in mind I asked my host for two more tablets
with a large glass of water and call room service for a pot of black tea
and a small jar of honey without milk with chocolate biscuits which was
delivered by the seventeen year old wearing only his toga who's cock I
sucked off for his reward and swallowing his spunk before he left,
doubtless with a still leaking cock.



My host poured the tea from a silver service teapot into our cups, spooned
in the honey and expressed my milk by hand into each cup and when he took
his first sip he commented.

"I love your taste in tea as this is the nicest one I've ever had in my
life."

I began to wonder how this place can supply literally anything despite the
rationing everyone outside was enduring, no doubt due to the very rich
clientele which frequent here and after finishing our tea we slipped into
bed into a spooning position with his rock hard cock up my hole which is
when I fell asleep as I was dog tired.

The next morning we woke up with rock hard cocks and my breasts leaking
milk which he greedily drank his fill from both tits followed by sucking
each others cocks and swallowing each others spunk before a different blond
haired room service boy wearing only his toga knocked on the door summoning
us to the showers. Once again we swam a few lengths totally naked to clear
our heads before showering, drying off and being led to our room where a
full English breakfast on a serving trolley awaited us, after we finished
breakfast the same boy who was thirteen came to collect the trolley but not
before leaving as I sucked off his six inch cock swallowing his spunk
before nursing him whatever milk he could draw from my breasts before
sending him away a happy bunny.

Both Dylan and I dressed into our freshly laundered school uniforms but not
before my host sticking large sticking plasters over my nipples and giving
me the rest in its box which is a good thing he did as my breasts leaked
during our train ride home and once I arrived I told mum I slept the night
at Dylan's place.

I was plagued with leaking breasts for a week afterwards but with no more
of those pills left now my milk supply soon dried up, now I had 150 quid
burning a hole in my billfold which I daren't deposit into my post office
account as they would think I've robbed a bank.



Being an only child in my family, I became a priority case with the
Children's Overseas Reception board (CORB) this is the organization formed
to ship British children to safer countries away from the bombing and with
the Germans now occupying Holland, Belgium and now France, it was only a
matter of time before the country would be invaded and to counter this the
Local Defence Volunteers (Home Guard) were formed as well as the local
Territorial Army recruiting to swell their ranks. The headmaster reckoned
that when it came there would be fierce air battles in the skies over
Southern England with the RAF taking the brunt of the battles and he was
proved right as this started just before the end of term.

Rumours were flying around that the pool was going to be closed if the
Germans started bombing the town which we saw as a right kick in the teeth
especially with all the hard work put in getting it ready, fortunately it
wasn't closed although we had to start our shifts earlier as troops were
using the pool for training before the public start time of ten am. The
local schools were also using it for their swimming sessions as usual
during our last few weeks of the summer term which kept Dylan and I fully
employed, especially when the summer holidays started except my time in
England was now short as the ship was due to depart on the first of August
1940.



I stopped working at the newspaper depot and the pool on the weekend
following the last day of summer term and was fully paid up. The lads from
both Boy Scout troops were fully supportive and located a steamer trunk at
a jumble sale. I packed all my clothes except my school uniform into the
trunk with my groundsheet cape, blanket bedroll, mess tins, cutlery &c
leaving both tarpaulins and the US Army WW1 pup tent with Dylan with my
remaining Blackies Tommy's cookers and my bicycle. All I wore was just a
worn out school P E shorts and tee shirt during those last days which had
become dangerous as the Battle of Britain was taking place in the skies,
even if you weren't bombed or shot from above, there was always the danger
of aircraft debris or stray bullets coming down and a crashing plane would
certainly do a lot of damage.

I was met at the station by an old retired schoolteacher who was our guide
and saw me onto the train. My parents certainly didn't have a dry eye
between them and asked Mr. Rolfe, the schoolteacher to take good care of
me. By now both Dylan and John were crying loudly with their tears falling
on the platform and tears flooded my eyes as I hugged and kissed them
before finally boarding the train from where I watched the western side of
the town being left behind carrying with me the memories of the past
fourteen years of my life.

After changing at Reading, we boarded an express to Liverpool Lime Street
from where we were bussed to Princes Pier where we were processed onto our
ships. I tendered my papers to receive my ticket plus my labels to fix onto
my blazer and my steamer trunk which had the lining cut and the money with
the post office cheque hidden inside. The woman looked at me as she passed
me my documents and labels whilst ticking my name off her ledger saying.

"Thomas Fullbrick, you're bound for Melbourne on the steamship Victoria,
she's the big liner moored outside, you can't miss her, bon voyage sonny,"
and shook my hand.

A porter picked up my steamer trunk with a sack truck and accompanied me to
the ship, I gazed in amazement at the size of this beautiful liner, the M S
Victoria as did the rest of the children boarding her from where I was led
to my cabin with my steamer trunk which I knew I would be sharing with
another boy. The ship would be our home for the next ten weeks provided the
German's don't torpedo her.



To be continued.