Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2018 19:25:53 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Schoolboy lifeguard part 8

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 has succeeded in his 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 Australian adventures following a ten week
passage on a liner having arrived safely in Melbourne.

Schoolboy lifeguard part eight.

AKA, The boy in the red bathing suit.

Chapter eight, Australian adventures.

I sat down with Dylan on the sofa with our hands lovingly stroking each
others bare thighs when auntie brought out the mugs of tea with a platter
of Arnotts Tim Tams biscuits (like Penguin biscuits in the UK) with
separate jug of milk and sugar bowl. The last time I had service like this
was on board the M S Victoria when the bell boy took me to tea in the first
class dining room. I asked Dylan to recount his story of how he survived
the sinking of the `City of Benares'

"Tom, I am very lucky to be alive especially after spending a night in the
sea. I was picked up by an American submarine and taken straight to sick
bay, by the time I came round I found myself in a cozy bunk wearing a thick
wooly hat and pyjamas with extra blankets on the bed. All the sailors
treated me well and I had several tots of their Bourbon whisky. When the
submarine docked I was taken to a navy hospital and thoroughly checked over
before being driven to the British embassy in New York.  Fortunately I had
my tickets, documents and money on me as your dad made me go out and buy a
money belt. He seemed to have a bad feeling about the ship like some sort
of premonition some people had before the Titanic sailed.  After you left I
spent a number of nights at the Bath club servicing rich clients who were
sad to see me go. The embassy sent a telegram to the guy in Windsor who
organized a whip round and wired the money over for my tickets and another
full set of clothes. I was chaperoned round Macey's by one of their women
who saw to it that I was well kitted out before boarding a Douglas DC-3 to
Los Angeles from where I boarded the Pan American Clipper Boeing 314 flying
boat to Sydney.  I thought I would be scared of flying but I loved the
whole experience every mile of the way. The flying boat was really huge it
was a miracle it got off the water and with its four huge engines it's
certainly noisy and yet I enjoyed the luxury rather like first class on an
ocean liner or a top posh restaurant. Now we're not only reunited, we'll be
sleeping together in the same bed and attending the same school."

"Dylan, that's one hell of a story, now let's drink to our health and you
can hear my story."  I recounted my voyage on the M S Victoria and we both
compared notes about our passages. The popular American song `I left my
heart in San Francisco' had another meaning for Dylan after crossing time
zones and gaining a day when the huge Boeing flying boat crossed the
International Date Line. The long flight also screwed with his body clock
resulting in a condition which would become later known as jet lag which
took him about ten days to adjust.  Danny, my thirteen year old first
cousin walked through the door wearing his school's footy kit carrying the
rest of his clothes in his backpack and wheeled his Malvern Star racing
bicycle through the house out through what was originally the back door
into the weatherboard extension's large back room where the toilet and bath
are situated parking his bike along the far wall. Our eyes met and we
hugged each other hard grinding our rock hard cocks into each other.  Danny
looked the spitting image of me and I could tell he too was packing a big
cock inside his footy shorts. He went to his bedroom and stripped off
throwing his footy kit into the wash basket, he lit the wood chip heater
and sat down with us in the living room with just a towel wrapped around
him whilst waiting for the water to heat up, that's when I saw it on the
wall and screamed in fright. I was just about to swat it with a folded up
newspaper when Danny screamed.  "Don't you dare swat that spider; leave it
alone, it's not dangerous?"  "That thing's huge, what the hell is it?"
"That's Horace our resident huntsman spider; he eats all the flies in our
house and saves mum heaps on Mortein fly spray."  "You mean to tell me it's
not dangerous, it's as big as my hand and looks menacing, especially with
its grey colour."

Danny went for his shower as auntie asked.  "Dylan, can you please wash and
peel the spuds whilst Tom cuts and dices the veggies."  .  .  .  "Sure."

We sat at the dining table for a roast leg of lamb dinner by candlelight
talking over old times and drank a toast to out future. The last time I saw
Danny was when he was a small child and now he's nearly as big as me
speaking with an Australian accent. Being a warm late spring evening both
Danny and Dylan wore only their black cotton Edward Fletcher shorts (later
to become the iconic Stubbies brand known throughout Australia) and silk
vests which I also wore as Auntie had left them on my bed for me to change
into.  After dinner, Dylan showed me round the house and how to operate the
antiquated wood chip fuelled bath heater resembling a relic from a bygone
age. I loved Danny's racing bicycle and saw it was indeed of good quality,
he let me take it for a short ride and I decided there and then to buy
one. After the ride I helped him with his homework followed by taking a
shower and hand washing my red silk square cut swimsuit I wore since
swimming in the sea that morning leaving it to dry in the back room, that's
when Dylan gave me a parcel which arrived from England wondering who sent
it?.  I opened it hoping it was a nice gift only to find it contained a
half dozen bottles of those damn pills from Harley Street with a lovingly
written letter from the man in Windsor on Bath club headed notepaper with a
prescription for more, also from Harley Street.

We all retired for the night with both Dylan and I naked in the double
bed. It wasn't long before we had our hands on each others rock hard cocks
both of which were leaking pre-cum when he latched onto a breast and sucked
a small amount of milk from each one, probably a teaspoonful which I
certainly felt flowing into his eager mouth. His hole was already greased
up ready for my huge cock and I noticed that his cock had also grown
larger, it certainly felt fatter and his balls were also bigger. We ended
up plowing into each others holes then dumping our spunk down the toilet
before falling asleep.  It must have been about two hours later when
instead of Dylan sleeping next to me, it was Danny whose cock was probing
the entrance to my hole, his cock was the same size as Dylan's and with one
push he was straight in to his balls before he started plowing into me when
about a minute later I felt a huge gush of spunk lasting about three
seconds flooding into me followed by three more squirts before he pulled
out leaving me to suck the remaining spunk from his cock before he too
latched onto my breasts for a taste of my heavenly tasting elixir.  I had
another load to dump down the toilet then took two pills from the second
bottle I brought from London with a drink of water fully intending to prime
my breasts for the morning then getting back into bed only to find Danny
fast asleep and wake up in the morning with both of them either side of me
in the bed. We all had rock hard cocks and my breasts had certainly filled
up during the night and were leaking when they both latched onto a breast
each. I had to quietly ask Danny not to suck so hard and Dylan certainly
was sucking his usual self, both their cocks were rock hard whilst my
heavenly elixir flowed into their mouths when Danny's cock shot a huge load
of spunk onto my body all by itself followed by Dylan several moments later
when lastly I shot off a huge load into the sheets excited by having both
my breasts sucked and drained of their contents.  We could only shower one
at a time as the shower head was directly over the bath and the sheets were
placed into the wash basket. Both uncle and aunt had already left for work
leaving me to cook breakfasts before they left for school and leaving me
alone in the house with a list of chores written on a sheet of paper to
complete with a drawing to the nearest tram stop.

I left the house wearing a tee shirt and my new shorts with some money
turning right, walked uphill to North Road then left passing the next
street then down the rise to the crossroads where a post office and milk
bar shop's are situated with the tram stop when I boarded the number 64
tram for the city. After alighting at Flinders Street, I asked and was
directed to Elizabeth Street which is one block away. I had a good feeling
as this was the home run to Bruce Small's bicycle shop and when I entered I
certainly wasn't disappointed especially to meet the man himself.

"I'm looking to buy a Malvern Star racer."  "Excellent choice sonny, let me
measure you up and size up a bike for you." This was like being in a
tailor's shop fitted out for a suit except it was a bike I'm being fitted
out for. The shop was adorned with trophies and photos of bikes racing on
the roads and tracks including shots taken at past Olympic Games whilst
Mr. Small's junior assistant brought out a cup of tea with two Arnott's Tim
Tams chocolate biscuits after showing him my wallet.  Mr. Small directed me
to a top of the range secondhand Malvern Star which had a slightly larger
frame to allow for me still growing. The bike was a racer's dream and after
adjusting the saddle and slightly raising the handlebars, I fitted
perfectly into the bike. I also bought a strong padlock and chain in the
knowledge I would be riding this bike to school and paid Mr. Small for
these items when the phone rang.  Mr. Small took the call and when the call
ended he said.  "Johnno, can you please look after the shop so I can go to
the factory and collect some bikes," he looked at his watch saying. "You
may as well close the shop and have your lunch."

After he left, John, a sixteen year old sales assistant closed the shop
displaying a closed for lunch sign then said. "Come round the back if you
want a smoke."  He led me out to the yard at the back of the shop then lit
up two cigarettes passing me one. We made some small talk and when we
finished our smokes John said.  "Give me your smoke butt so I can dispose
of them as the boss hates smokers." I passed John the butt for him to throw
it far away from the yard when his eyes homed onto my chest saying. "You're
rather well developed up there, " I immediately saw that his huge erection
was tenting out his trousers and knew that the sight of my breasts with
huge erect nipples tenting out my tee shirt certainly got his attention
when my huge cock also became erect forming a huge tent in my shorts with
those lovely feelings in my breasts which began to leak and when he saw
beads of white liquid appearing he gasped in astonishment when I asked. "Do
you like what you're seeing?  I lifted up my tee shirt cheekily
saying. "Why don't you taste it?"  He wasted no time homing in onto a
nipple and began greedily sucking out my heavenly tasting elixir whilst
unbuttoning his flies and struggling to get out his monstrously huge and
fat ten inches of teen boy man sized cock and slowly wanking it off with
one hand before suddenly pointing his cock away from me as huge jets of
spunk shot out several feet like a fire hose when he said.  "I had to do
that otherwise I was going to come in my undies," then he resumed nursing
off me saying. "You really do make really delicious milk."  Having drained
me of my creamy elixir we went inside to a back room, fished into his
briefcase and passed me a tin of Vaseline saying.  "I really do owe you
one, you know what to do with this," as he dropped his trousers and undies
and leant over a desk. I lubed up my already throbbing and leaking cock and
his hole then pushed my cock right in to my balls. I knew straight away
that he's obviously had loads of large cocks up there by the ease which it
just slipped in when John demanded.  "For fucks sake really slam yours into
me now."  I pounded into him for all I'm worth and despite shooting off my
load last night and this morning, thankfully my balls brewed up another
huge load for him which took about a couple of minutes and when I came, it
really felt like a huge mother load going into him as more of my milk
poured out from my nipples when he quickly pulled out from my cock and
lapped it up like a greedy cat.  We cleaned our after leakages and John
dumped my spunk down the toilet with a loud wet fart then got dressed to
make more tea which he ate with his sandwiches passing me a cup with two
Tim Tams biscuits. We exchanged addresses and he drew me a route map to
ride home. I rode away deeply satisfied knowing I'll soon be seeing John
again, hopefully for a sleepover.

Having only ridden a short distance down Elizabeth Street, I suddenly
realized I was busting for a shit, having already seen the underground
toilets ringed by rectangular green painted iron fencing. I locked the bike
and descended the steps taking the third cubicle along seeing a man who
must be about 60 wearing sheer white linen summer trousers with a white
shirt and tie stood at a urinal and yet he wasn't pissing, he was just
holding his cock out pointing at the porcelain before I entered the cubicle
and dumped a load of shit and piss down the pan.  When I finished, I came
back out seeing this man stood there facing me slowly wanking his huge
erect cock which looked about a foot long whilst beckoning me with his
other hand. I clearly saw his skimpy white underwear through the sheer
trousers and OMG; he had a huge rack with huge nipples on his chest tenting
out his shirt when I clearly saw he was also wearing a white bra which
certainly uplifted his breasts enhancing their protrusion and tenting out
his shirt. I was so turned on at this sight I slinked back into the cubicle
to have a wank leaving my spunk on the floor during which my breasts leaked
then quickly left just in case a cop looked in. I rode away from there with
my after leakage leaking into my red silk swimsuit under my shorts with
fresh large wet spots on my tee shirt as evidence of my leaking breasts.

I followed John's route instructions as he asked me to check out St Kilda
beach. I walked around Luna Park looking at the amusements then came to the
sea water swimming pool and looked in. Just like the open air pool in
England, this pool was surrounded by a high wall and the staff was busy
preparing it for the summer opening in November and yet I thought the
weather was fine enough for it to be open. I checked out the beach then
rode further south arriving at Elwood beach thinking this beach with its
golden sands and a large platform about 200 yards from the shore was heaven
sent, especially seeing a number of people sunbathing both on the beach and
on the platform as well as swimming in the sea. From there I rode home.

The following week I was admitted to Brighton Grammar school after
successfully applying for a bursary and passing their entrance exams with
flying colours joining Dylan in his form at the tail end of the third year
(year 9) and Danny, who's a year below. This is an all boys' school located
at the Outer Crescent about 500 yards from the sea which was founded in
1882 and it wasn't long before I was sat next to Dylan in class. The
discipline at this school is very strict with a strict uniform dress code
and despite this they were heavily into sports. With the southern academic
year ending just before Christmas with the southern summer solstice on
December 21st, the summer holidays would come to an end in February.  I
settled in quickly making loads of mates and joined their swimming team
which trains at the sea baths although most outdoor pools don't open until
the beginning of November when I decided it would be prudent to wear my
black square cut silk swimsuit thus keeping my red swimsuit for more
leisurely times. I decided to bide my time before palling up with any of
their boys for sex even though there were a few who took my fancy.

I missed the hustle and bustle of the Evening News depot and thought about
doing a paper round for which I would require a second bicycle and put
feelers out amongst the boys regarding the location of a dump. I became
quite good at fixing bikes so building one up from parts scavenged from a
dump would be well within my abilities and could also earn me a few bob.  I
particularly wanted to fix up a bike with cable operated brakes until I
found out that owing to the war, even secondhand side pull brake calipers
are at a premium. The main countries producing them are Switzerland, Italy
and the USA, enquiries around the bike shops revealed that it would be a
lot easier to find Swiss Weinmann brakes or even a set from America. That's
when realization dawned on me thinking about the bike I built and let Dylan
have which is now languishing in dad's shed half a world away probably with
flat tyres. I had to have a serious rethink.

Whilst in class I couldn't get that old man wearing see through white
trousers clearly showing his underwear and his bra through his shirt out of
my head giving me erections in class. This happened quite a lot and also
gave me wet dreams. I kept thinking about him wondering how things may have
gone had we hooked up so one Saturday morning I took the tram to the city
hoping to see him again. Before I left I took two pills and drank a large
glass of orange juice intending to prime my breasts. The weather had warmed
up considerably like a hot English summer's day so all I wore was just a
tee shirt and shorts.  I checked the underground toilets and had a piss but
he wasn't there so I went looking around the shops.  Elizabeth Street on a
Saturday morning saw huge numbers of motorcycles which I gazed at in awe
and I looked in all their showrooms wishing I was old enough to take out a
motorcycle licence. I brought a camera with me seeing some very highly
desirable machines and took some photos. By now the shops stocks of new
machines were getting low and therefore they had mostly secondhand machines
for sale which wasn't helped as by now they were also running out of spare
parts.  I looked in the government disposals shops finding they were still
well stocked from which I could add to my camping gear at a later stage. I
called into a café ordering a cup of tea when I saw him sat alone at
a table, taking my mug of tea I asked to sit at his table which he
approved.  This time he was smartly dressed wearing a suit smoking a
cigarette when he lit another one up and passed it to me. We didn't say
much except for offering me a ride in his car which I accepted knowing that
this drive will end up in his bed.

He drove south to St Kilda in his blue Bugatti type 35 sports car and
parked inside his garage beside his weatherboard house. I found the ride in
that car highly exhilarating and it was certainly a very fast car with a
raucous exhaust note. Once inside the house, I saw his framed qualification
certificates and various items of medical equipment displayed in a glass
cabinet with his Gladstone bag nearby and knew immediately he's a doctor.
We hugged, caressed and kissed each other with his thumbs going straight to
my nipples which he would have certainly noticed beforehand. What surprised
me was that his face was as smooth as a baby's bottom which I knew can only
be accomplished by a time consuming shave with a high quality razor?  He
lovingly caressed me whilst gently stripping my clothes away gazing
approvingly at my red skimpy silk swim briefs and gasping when his eyes
feasted on my breasts with their huge nipples when he finally removed my
red briefs seeing my large hugely erect cock in all its glory.  His hands
weren't those of a working man as they were smooth thus adding to the
wonderful caresses he gave me. He caressed a nipple which made me recoil in
shock as his touch sent bolts of electricity straight to my balls. By now I
felt the fullness inside my breasts which began to leak as he caressed both
nipples with his thumbs sliding on the tips coating them with my leaking
milk which he licked clean with sighs of approval whilst both our cocks
were leaking pre-cum. He finally stripped naked and led me to his bedroom
seeing his luxurious double bed.

No sooner were we in the bed he began nursing off my breasts gently
drinking my heavenly elixir telling me that it's really delicious but he
didn't drink all of it contained in my breasts. This was followed by
getting back out of bed, me lying crossways whilst he lifted his legs onto
my shoulders then using a pump up device inserted into my rear hole he
stretched it right out leaving a gaping hole which he lubed up with a
scented jelly followed by smothering his huge monstrosity of a cock then
slowly pushing that huge thing inside me.  He plowed into me gently when
after about a minute I felt a lovely warm sensation inside me which was
also ticklish. I stroked my nipples just the way he did with my thumbs
getting them coated with my heavenly elixir which we both shared
alternating between each other. On the bedside cabinet I spotted a glass
beaker which he asked me to reach for and hold it over my ejaculating cock
as sure as eggs is eggs he knew I was going to shoot off a huge load
without touching my cock and sure enough I reached for the beaker and held
it there whilst shooting off a huge load into the glass which he greedily
drank just before he shot a huge hot load into the very depths of my
bowels.  Once he pulled out he licked as much of his spunk and my arse
juices before sending me to the toilet to eject the remainder in a hugely
loud wet fart. After coming out of the toilet he sat me on the bed and
using a medical mechanical breast pump device he drained out both breasts
into a milk bottle then went into the kitchen, boiled a kettle and came
back with a tray containing a silver service teapot, two cups, saucers,
sugar with a milk bottle serving two cups of tea with Arnotts Tim Tams
chocolate biscuits whitened with my breast milk. I quickly realized this
was my best ever cup of tea in my whole life. I now had a secret highly
desirable commodity as though I had become a human cow.  He patiently
showed me how to express my milk with my hands for future times then guided
me onto his breasts to nurse off them only to receive a small amount of his
milk despite having larger breasts with huge nipples about an inch long
which look as though they're made for sucking. I guessed he's obviously
controlling his milk supply the same as me taking those pills to prime his
breasts whenever he's expecting to have sex. I recounted what both the
prescription and the pill bottle label stated when he assured me he would
happily issue me with repeat prescriptions.  It was time to get dressed
when he gave me a white £5 note with his visiting card; he led me
through the garage taking a last look at the car when I saw an old green
bicycle parked in the corner asking. "Whose bike is that?"  "Oh, it just
some old ex army bike from the last war, I haven't used it for many years,
I kept meaning to throw it out but never got round to it."  "Please may I
have your bike sir as I'll soon be starting a paper round?"  "Certainly my
lad." He quickly checked it over, pumped the tyres up, oiled the chain and
the wheel hubs when I happily rode it home quickly noting that it's only
fitted with one rod operated front brake thinking. `Can I really stop this
old crate?"  There was something strange about the frame on this bike which
was joined by hinged plates on both the frame's top and down tubes and when
I arrived, uncle looked at me in astonishment as he knew what the bike was
right away saying.  "Tommy, you've got yourself a very good bike both for
school and when you start your paper round, here, I'll show you," and
within fleeting moments he folded the bike up whilst showing me how to do
it saying.  "You've only gone and got yourself a BSA folding bicycle from
the last war, who did you get it from?"  I showed uncle the visiting card
saying. "He let me have it for nothing."  "That's very nice of him, keep it
well maintained and take good care of it, I would prefer you to ride this
one to school---and always lock it up."

This bike was very quickly noticed by the other boys yet despite being a
grammar school where most boys have well off parents, a lot of boys rode
stripped down bikes, some of which were fitted with upturned dropped
handlebars and many weren't even fitted with brakes and yet mine earned the
nickname of a boneshaker.  I worked a week for the corner milk bar at
Gardenvale and Kooyong roads only to get the arse / big A (what the Aussies
call getting the sack). I started the following Monday at the milk bar on
North and Hawthorn roads and fared a lot better despite the earlier starts
and delivering more newspapers. I got on really well with Kostas, a middle
aged Greek and when I told him about the other milk bar, he just laughed
and said.  "Seeing he's done that to you, you must tell your family never
to shop there again, you're always welcome to shop here." No sooner had we
started shopping at Kostas shop, it wasn't long before I kept getting dirty
looks every time I either walked or rode past the other shop, their loss
and Kostas gain.

The month of October flew by with the days getting warmer when I received a
letter from the Middle Brighton sea water swimming pool for an interview
and aquatic competency test on Saturday morning, two days away. I rode my
bike to the tram stop and placed a call from the phone booth. A broad
Scottish voice replied and I confirmed the appointment. I really felt on
top of the world at jumping the first hurdle and started planning the day
deciding to ride my Malvern Star racer so as to get there a lot quicker. I
suddenly realized that I've hardly ever been swimming since leaving England
and Dylan was also in the same boat so after school we rode our bikes to
Elwood beach, chained them up and stripped down to our square cut silk
swimwear and took turns both guarding our bags and swimming out to the
platform and back. We both felt as though we'd lost the edge of our
performance as this was our first middle distance swim of almost a quarter
of a mile although we both felt confident at passing our competency tests.

Saturday morning dawned nice and sunny and by breakfast time the
temperature was already hot with a cloudless sky. Dylan and I showered and
had full English breakfasts, packed our towels, swimsuits, lifesaving
manuals and Bronze Medallions into our haversacks then rode to the pool.
Mac, their superintendent was a muscular built Scotsman standing six foot
in his socks greeted us. A former Royal Navy diver from the last war in his
forties looked us over then we presented him with both our medallions and
lifesaving manuals. Unbeknown to me the man from Windsor had applied for
Dylan's replacements and mailed them out to him.  We had our informal chat
then he sent us out to change into our swimsuits before putting us through
our paces when we quickly realized that he was indeed a hard taskmaster
even though we gave a good account of ourselves in the water, part of which
was a timed quarter of a mile swim, we very quickly found out that their
Bronze Medallion test is different and more arduous.  We passed our
competency tests with flying colours and got started the following week and
yet we would also be taking our Australian Bronze Medallions during the
school holidays after Christmas.

It wasn't long before I found out that even boys with rich parents living
in posh houses in the bayside suburb of Brighton, many of which resemble
the posh country houses seen in England and every one of them has posh
expensive cars parked in their drive. Even these posh rich boys also have
their needs with cocks that shoot spunk. My huge cock was certainly noticed
by the other boys making some of them jealous but the first move came from
Ricky, a boy in my form who grasped it in the shower when I got one of my
many erections.  Ricky's the Aussie rules footy captain, the strongest
swimmer in our year group and belongs to the school's cadet force unit.  He
slipped me a note with his address with directions to his house inviting me
for a sleepover at the weekend and I gave him a nod in class. I had a few
days so after school I rode my bike to take a look and what I saw looked
like a Georgian style mansion which looked as though it was plucked right
out of the English countryside with immaculate lawns with a large cedar
tree in the centre of the lawn bordered by flower beds and a yellow and
black Rolls Royce parked in the drive, this was one seriously posh house,
the likes of which I would normally be unlikely to ever enter and rode
home.  The following day we spent the last period of the day swimming at
the sea water pool where the games master really put us through our
paces. The Olympic sized pool occupied part of the beach surrounded by a
rectangular fenced off pier walkway. Boys either waded in or ran in and
dived into the sloping shallow water to swim their 200 yards warm up in
pairs on front crawl, every one of these boys were competition grade
swimmers led from the front by Ricky. I started last and surprisingly I
kept up with the entire group thereby not suffering the embarrassment of
being lapped.  When the session ended, the games master called me out and
congratulated me for my swim saying.  "Tom, I don't see many working class
boys able to swim as well as you," he ruffled my wet hair saying. "Keep up
the good work."  Even though we had to shower and dress very quickly, Ricky
found the time to give my cock a good grasp resulting in an immediate
erection then tweaked one of my nipples with looks of approval as he
whispered.  "I'm going to enjoy my time in bed with you."

That evening after finishing our evening meals, doing our homework and the
last of the chores, I took out the Malvern Star for a long ride keeping to
the footpaths until I stopped at the doctor's house greeting him whilst he
was pruning his roses when he invited me in for a cup of tea.  Being an
expensive bike, I asked to park it in the hallway for which he gave me his
assent. After tea and biscuits he tenderly stroked my leg which felt almost
ticklish as he slowly worked his hand up my shorts then gliding his thumb
over the piss slit of my cock straining against the silk of my red silk
square cut swimsuit which became thoroughly soaked with my oozing love
juices whilst his other hand alternated between both my nipples with a
loving caress as he planted me with kisses.  Not having taken any pills for
a few days I wasn't expecting my breasts to make any milk and yet I felt
those lovely feelings inside when milk began leaking from my nipples. This
was something I hadn't expected and yet it spiced up the sex we were about
to have when a long blond haired nurse in her teens walked into the room
giving me a huge surprise when he said in a calm voice.  "Don't worry young
man, I would like you to meet Olga, she's my nurse and a very special one
too, especially as she's only seventeen. Her parents escaped from Russia
just before the Russian revolution and she was born here. After tonight,
sex with anyone will never be the same for you again."

She led me to the master bedroom then slowly stripped me naked whilst
giving me loving caresses and kisses then she stripped naked herself facing
away from me so I could unclip her bra. She had the body with large breasts
with the largest ever nipples I've seen in my life. She had the body of a
movie star with the looks to go with it, it was when she turned round I
gasped in shock at the sight of her hugely fat 10 inches of rock hard
leaking cock when I also smelled those scents I last smelled at the open
air pool last year emanating from a girl's fanny and saw her juices
trickling down her thighs. I gazed in astonishment at what I knew had to be
a Hermaphroditus after having seen the marble statue at The Bath Club in
London thinking.  `What freak of nature is this? I thought these beings
were just myths' Beneath her balls was her vagina and within moments she
guided me to lie on the bed then straddled me facing my head guiding my
huge cock inside her and rode me like she was at a rodeo with her large
breasts bouncing in time with her movements.  I became overcome with all
sorts of heavenly sensations especially on my cock and inside my balls
which felt like the very life was being sucked right out of them and by now
my breasts were so full that milk was pouring out through my nipples when
within fleeting moments I experienced the most highly intense orgasm of my
entire life with huge loads of spunk blasting into her, fountains of breast
milk spraying out from my nipples and a gooey substance was oozing out from
my rear hole. All these sensations coming at once were like a form of
torture I was seeing stars when I must have passed out like a light going
out only to wake up the following morning to find her nursing from my
breasts between the sheets with my rock hard cock right inside her vagina.
This time she was humping into me when I shot another huge load into her
with several long gushes when she took my hand guiding a finger up her rear
hole begging me to rapidly push it in and out of her when moments later I
felt her hole clamping onto my finger as she too shot what had to be the
biggest load of spunk I encountered in my entire life which flew out in
long gushes like a fire hose onto the sheets and our bodies which must have
taken her at least a couple of minutes before she was spent.

From a drawer she took out three large test tubes, one of which was a lot
bigger with a brass spirit lamp. She unscrewed the cap covering the wick,
lit it with a lighter then lit two cigarettes passing me one. She applied
some Vaseline around both nipples and warmed up both smaller test tubes
with the flame inside the tubes taking care not to overheat them and placed
them onto my breasts with my nipples in the centre them repeated the
process with the larger test tube whilst stroking my cock to full hardness
then placed it over my cock.  The tubes formed a partial vacuum inside and
I saw both my nipples and my cock getting bigger with the suction from the
tubes whilst I relaxed smoking my cigarette as asked. This to me was an
entirely new experience and I swore my cock must have enlarged to 10 inches
and was monstrously fat like hers. Even though the tubes were only on there
for a few minutes at a time the skin was red in the area where the tubes
were placed when she said.  "If I were I to continue this treatment over
several months, you will have both a monster cock with huge nipples at
least twice the size of the largest nipples on a woman plus if I used the
doctor's breast pump, you will be making a lot more milk."  I became
astounded by her revelations and yet I believed her as she must have used
the tubes and the breast pump on herself, I had to wonder if it was at all
possible to wear clothes which would hide nipples of that size and seeing
as we mostly wore our shirts in class and tee shirts in P E, there's no
hiding them, especially when they're seriously tenting out your shirt and
even your jumper, not to mention the oversize blazer required owing to
breast growth. Nevertheless I found the experience highly enlightening.

We just lay there in a naked lover's caress whilst she explained concisely
what a hermaphrodite is. I became astounded by the fact that she could
indeed make herself pregnant and bear her own child into the world. I had
to wonder what her child would become. Will it be like herself? Or will it
be a man with both breasts and both male and female fully functioning sex
organs or could she even be the start of generations of hermaphrodites?
This is something which doesn't bear thinking about.  When we did finally
get out of bed, she showed me her photo album, taken at the Palais Theatre
at St Kilda where she regularly performs as a burlesque dancer. I looked at
the photos and immediately got a huge hard on just looking at them
thinking. `Oh my god, she's a striptease dancer.' When her mouth went down
on my cock and she expertly sucked me off to a tremendously shattering
orgasm which was so intense I was kicking, screaming and writhing on the
bed.  After showers and breakfast I rode home having been sworn to secrecy.
Once home, I changed the contents of my backpack to go swimming in the sea
with Dylan when I saw them. Olga had left two complimentary free tickets
for her show at the Palais Theatre. I asked Dylan as I passed him a ticket.
"Fancy an evening watching a strip tease show?"  He looked at the ticket,
then at me uttering.  "Where did you get these from?"

To be continued.