Date: Thu, 22 May 2014 23:40:40 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Spitfire summer part 4 (Revised)

			  Spitfire summer part 4


A story about the experiences of a boy during the summer of 1940, this is
entirely a work of fiction.

By Vintagespeedoboy.

During the Spanish civil war the Germans found that of all the bombs
dropped on the civilian population, it was the ones which didn't explode
that caused the most problems, every one of them could & some of them did
explode sometimes long after they were dropped & they were often buried
deep underground.

Many of them had more than one fuse, the usual type being a clockwork timer
& the second fuse having anti tamper devices built in, unexploded bombs
were dealt with by the Royal Engineers bomb disposal squad, the area is
normally cordoned off & civilians evacuated whilst the bomb is either made
safe or detonated with a controlled explosion depending on the site where
it fell.

A cordon of a half mile was now in place around the farm, red notices
saying 'Danger-unexploded bomb' were on display on all the roads & paths
leading to the farm, everyone was evacuated to a safe distance & the only
persons left on the farm was the bomb disposal squad.

The bomb was a big one; they reckoned it was a 1000 pounder & being fairly
close to the farm buildings, the parked spitfires & the fuel dump it became
a priority to be made safe, firstly their men would have to dig down & it
could easily be 30 feet in the ground, should it explode it would leave a
massive crater.

As Flight lieutenant Foyle looked around farm & down the runway with
Captain Seddon they both concurred that a German spy was somewhere in the
vicinity probably located inside a cleverly constructed & camouflaged
foxhole observing the farm & the aircraft movements possibly for days with
a radio transmitter.

Both corporals with a section from Ladysmith Company were tasked to try &
find him even though they were both master poachers & my brother well on
the road to learning their skills, with the section suited up in their
ghillie suits & John armed with Lou's old Lee Enfield taking point, Both
Captain Seddon & Flight lieutenant Foyle laboriously scoured the
countryside with a huge pair of binoculars mounted on a tripod with myself
stood next to them waiting to flash messages with my signal mirror, the
search proved fruitless until Sergeant Hargis turned up with his trusty
ageing German shepherd.

A while later the dog picked up the scent after having had numerous false
alarms caused by the animal finding rabbit holes, it was John who saw the
grass flap move in a small copse as it closed & gave the hand signal, went
down into the lying position some yards from the foxhole & cocked the rifle
as the dog was barking away trying to dig its way into the foxhole & Lou
threw a thunder flash landing beside the dog fizzing like a banger until it
erupted with a loud bang before he shouted out.

"Either you come out now or the next one's a grenade & we'll open fire!"

The man came out of the foxhole with his hands up & John barked. "Lie down
now!"

The man laid down on his front with John knelt down on one knee pointing
the rifle at his head whilst Bert tied his hands up around his back,
dragged him onto his feet & body searched him for weapons finding a switch
blade knife with a slender stiletto blade whilst one of the section
retrieved the Telefunken suitcase radio set which had his code book inside,
he was frog marched to the farm where two men in suits were already waiting
to take him away in a black Wolseley car.

Spies were generally executed during wartime & this one traded his life for
his code name & frequencies on the airwaves, the radio set was brought back
to the farm & with Frank being a fluent German speaker & a proficient radio
operator he sent the Germans false reports right up until the time he went
to start his RAF training & on return to his posting, the bomb disposal
squad managed to defuse the bomb which was taken away somewhere on the back
of a truck & blown up.

I went to the Saturday morning matinee at the local Essoldo cinema, whilst
I considered myself too old to be watching children's films, the newsreels
were always an excellent form of entertainment, instead of the normal ABC
minors song which has the same tune as 'Blaze away' by Abe Holzman, we now
sang either 'Who do you think you are kidding Mr. Hitler' or 'Run rabbit
run' by Flanagan & Allen with the lyrics changed for the last verse, they
always keep playing the newsreel of 'The Lambeth walk' it's hilarious
watching the German troops marching forwards & backwards, Hitler doing his
presentations to his troops which keep reversing & loads of other things,
this film always has us roaring with laughter which is why I still go to
these matinees, we did hear that Hitler went mad as soon as he found out
about the film, we do love to poke fun at him.

It was on this particular day that I was sat in the back row next to a
young RAF airman; the cinema tolerates them as they are always well behaved
& the kids love chatting to them, this one's definitely got me sussed out
when his leg pushed against mine & stayed there followed by his hand
stroking gently on my thigh slowly making its way to my hard rampant
leaking cock, by the time his hand went up my shorts my trunks were
drenched in my love juices having already gushed out two squirts & my
scents wafting around us.

He took out his cock which I guessed at about 6 or 7 inches long asking me
to stroke it for him in a whisper, I stroked it for a few moments before I
crouched down & sucked him off swallowing his nice offering of spunk, he
stroked my cock a few times before a long thin squirt of my love juices
shot out landing 2 rows in front narrowly missing a boy seated there before
I quickly had to tuck it back inside my trunks to contain my several huge
gushes of spunk as an usherettes torch became illuminated fearing she might
shine it at us.

The scents of my cocktail of juices was almost overpowering with both my
trunks & shorts soaked with the gushing fluids, I left the matinee there &
then making my way to the park toilets where I washed & wrung my trunks out
before trying to remove as much of the wet patch as possible when I
suddenly had to take a shit.

I went into the cubicle & sat down dumping my crap down the pan when a
rather familiar looking object which I saw at scout camp came through the
hole, it was a newly made pair of white parachute silk swimming trunks
followed by Tom Fullbrick the sea scouts lovely 8 inch heavily leaking
rampant cock who had quietly crept into the cubicle.

I couldn't get my mouth on it fast enough just as his first offering of his
love juices gushed out, I sucked on it like a hungry child suckling from
his lactating mother & within seconds his offering of teenage spunk flooded
into my mouth as I heard him trying to stifle his screams from the
torturous orgasm I now gave him, there was no need to wait for one another
as we exited together to sit on a park bench & smoke cigarettes, he had
just got off the train when he saw me & his visit was a total surprise
which was something he loved doing to people, a great sleepover now awaited
the pair of us & like a good boy scout he had brought his camping kit in
his rucksack & his bicycle.

I took him home & introduced him to my parents before taking him around the
town to show him the place on our bikes & returned home before we went on
my paper round together, after our evening meal when he gave us another jar
of his mum's blackberry jam, I packed my camping kit & we both rode to
Bluebell woods to our usual bivouac site & erected the flat bivouac from
both our gas capes, laid out our groundsheets, bedrolls, camouflaged it &
made the tea.

As we chatted he said. "You live in a nice part of the country, I wouldn't
mind living here myself."

"It's OK but we've had some action already, there's been bullets fall on
the town, Jerry's bombed the farm which is also an airfield, they didn't do
much damage although the runway had a 1000 pounder which didn't go off &
the home guard caught a spy, that was really funny, the poachers couldn't
find him because he dug himself a well camouflaged foxhole, the coppers dog
found him & Bert tossed a thunder flash right on top of his hide which
scared the shit out of both him & the dog before they put him in the bag,"
Tom burst out laughing & chuckled. "Good one!"

As we drank our tea whilst sat on the log, two figures approached & as they
got closer I saw it was Frank & the airman who I sucked this morning at the
Essoldo, I became relaxed saying to Tom. "These two are OK," as Frank
asked.

"Have you got the tea on, we could both use a cuppa?"

I made more tea for all of us which we drank whilst chatting & smoking when
a flight of spitfires went over which was probably returning to their
airfield followed shortly by a hurricane coming low over the woods with its
engine coughing & spluttering to land on the runway.

It wasn't long before the talk turned to sex which got us both aroused with
our rampant cocks becoming hard leaking our love juices into our skimpy
white silk trunks forming wet patches on our shorts, everyone took down
their trousers as both Tom & myself bent over the log offering our boy
pussies to them both after lubing up as Frank pushed his cock into Tom
whilst the young airman pushed his 7 inch cock into mine.

Tom cooed as Frank pounded into him with his 8 inches whilst the airman
pounded into me like a possessed rapist unloading his spunk inside me in
seconds whilst Frank lasted a lot longer with Tom, I swapped over with the
airman pounding into him slowly feeding him my love juices deep inside him
for several minutes before blasting a huge load into him, when we finished
our sex session we all went skinny dipping in the river which was sheer
bliss, the water was lovely & warm & when we floated on our backs our
erections were pointing skywards like flagpoles, after our swim we had to
share towels so the other two could dry themselves off before Tom made
another lot of tea asking us to say a thank you prayer as he had filled his
water bottle from the holy well.

Afterwards they left & walked to the farm whilst we bedded down for the
night during which the RAF patrolled the woods, sometimes watching over us
through the night, the last patrol brought us two 24 hour ration packs out
for our breakfasts together with our refilled water bottles, after
breakfast we rode to the unsurfaced lane to the waiting Crossley truck
which was arranged to come & collect us by Mr. Benson, we threw our bikes &
packs on the back & rode back in the open cab home.

As Tom left for the train, he gave me a small present to remember the sea
scouts by, it was a bosun's pipe, this is the whistle which is used to pipe
a naval officer on & off a ship which he showed me how to use & with it I
piped him on board his train getting stares from the people all around me
which I thought was really funny & we became pen pals after that.

The air battles became serious with the survival of the nation at stake,
the Luftwaffe incessantly kept attacking the airfields, the shortage of
pilots became increasingly acute & sometimes they flew sorties from dawn to
dusk, pilots became increasingly tired & replacements some of who weren't
much older than my brother were flying spitfires with only a few hours
flying experience, the RAF was literally expiring right before the
country's eyes like a boxer going down for the count.

A flight of Heinkels became lost at night just before the August bank
holiday & dropped their bombs on London, so enraged was Churchill that the
RAF bombed Berlin in retaliation giving Hitler a black eye as he had
promised that not a single bomb would fall on the city & the massed bombing
of London began on the 7th of September, with the huge German losses they
concentrated their attacks in the south east & with the attacks on London
allowed the RAF to regroup.

I took the train to visit Tom taking my bicycle & camping kit together with
two 24 hour ration packs, some rabbit meat, honey, eggs & milk from the
farm for his family for the August bank holiday weekend, the scout camp
site warden allowed us to camp on the island in return for tending his
vegetable patch, we erected our open flat bivouac under an old apple tree
using my set of poles & another set which tom had made himself, I liked his
sliding tubes with an elongated slot which was located by a single screw &
thought that was really clever with the 3 piece tent pole set using 2
tubes, we were the only occupants on the island during that weekend which
was great as we could go skinny dipping, have great nights of passion &
spent all day in just our skimpy white silk swimming trunks during the day
& in the nude at night.

Our time spent on the island in beautiful August sunshine for the entire
weekend saw us getting Greek god like suntans as well as constantly popping
huge boners with our love juices flowing into our trunks forming large wet
spots exposing the tips of our cocks at the sight of each others bodies,
time & time again we kissed, hugged & ground our cocks into each other with
both of us squirting our watery love juices into our trunks, when our
passions for each other grew into lust we swam across the river to fuck
each other behind the bushes on the opposite bank before swimming back,

It was after our evening meal that we put our clothes on & walked to the
woods with my catapult to the tree across the stream telling Tom to remain
quiet & watch whilst & crept along the tree & patiently waited for a bunny
to come within range, temptation flooded through me when a pheasant came to
within about 100 yards away & for some reason & looked at Tom who gave me a
signal not to shoot & pointed towards the track, a bunny came within range
& I fired with the musket ball hitting it with a loud thump as it went
down.

I picked up the bunny & made my way to Tom asking him.

"Did you see anyone?"

"Over there behind the bush to the left of that large beech tree," as he
pointed, I looked intently at the bush but saw nothing & yet I knew that
someone was there as Tom had excellent eyesight which a physically fit
youngster would have & now neither of us could see him which could only
mean one thing, he's moved back & away from there, we decided to cross the
field & stop at the holy well knowing that if someone were to follow us he
would have to cross open ground.

We set off following the road & saw the farmer whose field we've just
crossed & all he said was. "Good evening lads."

Back on the island we stripped back down to our trunks even though it was
late evening & the night was drawing in with our bodies bathed in the last
rays of the setting sun, we experienced the freedom of our almost naked
bodies on this beautiful island we would like to call home & was our little
piece of England, it was our island & the only reminders of the war was
either the hearing or sighting of aircraft & celebrated the sunset by
making the tea.

With the darkness of night illuminated by the moon in its last quarter
which bathed our naked bodies in a pleasing light as we swam in the river
with the water having the appearance of black ink, we saw each others forms
in the water as our skin almost shone through the shallow covering of water
as we gently swam, the temperature almost felt like that of a warm swimming
pool, our pubic bushes in stark contrast to the light colour of our skin,
we surfaced dived into the eerie blackness of the river into a world where
we couldn't even see past our noses & didn't even touch its bottom, we were
in an ancient water course which has been around for millennia which has
both given & taken life & our being here was a concession which it granted
us on this night & yet it always gave us a slight gentle push with its
incessantly flowing gentle current letting us both know the river in its
gentle times of the summer now on the wane & in just over a fortnight its
temperature would finally commence its drop for the year heralding the
coming of its winter cycle.

We laid naked inside our shelter totally in love with each other kissing &
fondling each other in a bonding which was meant to be huddling up feeling
the warmth of our dried bodies against each other in a passionate wish that
these moments would last forever, our shelter was totally open on all 4
sides giving us no privacy & it wasn't even camouflaged, the island & the
night gave us all the privacy we needed, all the time our rock hard cocks
begging for attention & oozing our love juices in a trickle & these moments
almost became punctuated whenever we lit up cigarettes, with the lateness
of the hour we positioned ourselves into a 69 position & gently sucked off
each others cocks to a pleasing climax before we tucked ourselves into our
bed rolls & fell asleep.

We woke up to a beautiful sunny morning, put on our trunks & made
breakfasts having the luxury of an egg each with some oatmeal cereal,
miniature Hovis loaves sliced up making small canned fish sandwiches &
sliced apple from the old tree above our shelter washed down with more tea
after which I skinned & cut up the rabbit into small chunks & gathered a
few vegetables which I chopped up ready for our rabbit stew at lunch time,
these meals were special, I prepared them from what the land offered & it
was only fitting that we should draw the water for our stew from the holy
well & say prayers for both the water & the harvest which made up our lunch
& after placing the cut & diced ingredients into both our mess tins we put
on our clothes for the bike ride to the holy well & refilled our water
bottles saying a prayer of thanks.

All too soon our weekend at Longridge farm came to an end leaving us with
pleasant memories to last a lifetime, I had returned to constant air raid
alerts, aerial battles taking place in the skies & a squadron of hurricanes
now based at the farm, whenever they were scrambled a marshalling airman
had to stand at the start of the runway to signal each aircraft off on its
take off run with another aircraft starting its take off run as soon as the
one in front became airborne & this went on right until late September.

All too soon it was back to school for my final year, our first assembly in
the school playground was a long affair with the first years welcomed to
the school, the presentation of our Bronze medallions & the Lord Lieutenant
of the county's visit to the school to present me with the King's
commendation for saving life from drowning, it was the proudest day of my
life with the whole school cheering me & hand clapping followed by the
school's tradition of being given the bumps to a loud count from everyone
to your next age which for me is 14, even the teachers watched this
spectacle to ensure fair play after which I was given a shoulder high
around the playground, I had become the school's hero that day.

I entered the scout hut to see a table draped with the Union Jack with a
badge right in the centre, the District Commissioner took the flag break &
prayers before all the patrols were called smartly to attention, my name
was called out & the scoutmaster accompanied me to the table saluting the
DC who returned the salute & presented me with the Cornwell badge, the
highest honour in scouting, otherwise known as the scouts Victoria cross,
my Royal life saving society badge & my patrol leaders tape, we shook each
others left hands, saluted & I rejoined my patrol taking my rightful place
as its leader becoming the hero of my troop, afterwards I had to make the
tea for the DC for which I had some of Mr. Benson's honey & some Fussells
condensed milk in a small bottle, as he took his first sips he commented.

"Oh my, I'm really getting the VIP treatment tonight, you make a really
fine brew and you'll have to tell me your secret."

"It's just honey & condensed milk."

After scouts I rode to the park toilets in the dark, locked the bike as I
usually do, sat in the cubicle & waited whilst gently stroking my rock hard
rampant leaking cock which seems to have grown during the summer probably
owing to all the sex I've been having & I made a mental note to measure it
when I got home.

I heard someone enter the next cubicle lighting up a cigarette after he sat
down, hearing his constant hacking coughing & spitting, I pulled the chain
& made a quick exit riding to the far side of the park & waited for him to
come out, I watched an old tramp exit the toilet & walk away in a slow
shuffle, after he'd gone I returned to the cubicle, sat down & stroked my
cock once more & I didn't have to wait long when a small well groomed fine
hand came through the hole beckoning me, I put my rampant leaking cock
through the hole & immediately a small mouth encircled it which could only
take half of my length, it could only be a youngster on the other side of
that wall & whoever it was certainly knew how to tease a cock as he sucked
on mine.

The thought of a young boy on the other side of that wall fuelled my
ravenous lust as wonderful sensations coursed throughout my body, as he
sucked my cock must have fed him at least half a dozen squirts of my love
juices & he took them all in his stride, those feelings built up inside me
so strongly that I knew immediately my cock was going to shoot some very
powerful huge gushes & when they came I screamed with the intensely
torturous orgasm he gave me even though whoever the lad was kept gagging on
my offering, when he finished I wanted to know who it was that gave me such
an awesome blow job & quietly readied myself to catch him as he came out
the cubicle, I lit up a cigarette & waited, sure enough he came out & I
pounced & caught him, he was a first year boy at our school who I've seen
frequently as his mum works at the local swimming pool as a receptionist,
this was indeed an excellent catch.

Luckily the pool was open for another week & I went swimming after my paper
round knowing that I daren't wear those skimpy white trunks there, I wore
my black silk pair instead & luckily the boy was there, he wore a red pair
of Jantzen trunks which looked baggy on him owing to the cotton & wool mix
& latched onto me straight away, we spent some of the time going off the
diving boards mainly using the springboard which was both our favourite
board, before we both swam lengths of the 27.5 yard pool length, I became
amazed at his swimming skills which was very good, his front crawl was text
book perfect & he swam very fast on breast stroke, unlike myself & Tim his
hands described a small circle with his head bobbing up to breathe in, I
later learned that his mum coached him in that method after reading a book
from America & his using that style won him all his breast stroke races at
his school's gala.

On introductions he told me his name is Fred, he looked gorgeous with his
mousey coloured collar length hair standing at 5 foot & 3 inches with light
fuzz on his arms & legs, blue eyes, a Greek god deep bronze suntan which
showed off his lovely smile & spoke with a northern accent.

The pool closed at 6.30pm which meant my session only lasted half an hour &
luckily I had been admitted for free, we took a brief shower together &
changed together in an end cubicle which became very interesting when we
dried ourselves off & he started to play with my cock, already his 4.5 inch
cock with a decent small bush was as hard as a nail & I gave it a few
strokes when a small bead of clear watery liquid appeared at the tip of his
cock & he let out a sigh.

My cock became so rampant with his ministrations throbbing & jerking in his
hand spewing my love juices out & onto the floor which he saw, dipped his
finger & licked it when I said to him.

"If you carry on like that it will shoot out a load of spunk," he just
totally ignored me & seconds later I blasted out 8 huge jets of spunk
against the back wall of the cubicle & onto some of his clothes very nearly
screaming with the orgasm he gave me as he looked in astonishment when I
told him.

"Listen, we have to clean that up, what if your mum sees it? & you've got
some on your clothes."

"Just you wait there, I'll go & fetch a towel," he went to the lost
property basket & returned with a military green towel, I cleaned off the
evidence of my passion; got as much as I could off his clothes, put the
towel in my haversack saying.

"I'll get this washed; it wouldn't do for your mum to find it, would it."

As we left he said. "I'll see you tomorrow at the same time."

I rode home refreshed from my swim to my evening meal scheming on getting a
sleepover with Fred, the only way I could do it was to camp out in the
woods, the weather was still fine for this although Fred hadn't joined the
scouts which meant borrowing a gas cape, groundsheet, bedroll & rustling up
enough food for one night, we would need just enough for a late night
snack, nightcap drink, cereals for breakfast, milk powder & tea, I wanted
something to put on those miniature Hovis loaves, fond memories of Shippams
pastes & pates flooded my mind & the solution lay with Mr. Bourne the local
butcher, rabbit liver pate, I knew he would be at the church hall &
frantically rode there on my bike with an empty jar asking for colour
sergeant Bourne, John directed me into the company office with him shooting
me a serious look before I asked him.

"Please Mr. Bourne, may I order a jar of rabbit liver pate?"

His expression lit up like a beacon with a huge smile, picked up the
telephone & placed a call to Mr. Benson, after a few rings he answered the
call & he said over the telephone.

"Mr. Benson, can you please add rabbit livers to my consignments from now
on, I've just this minute had the young Holmes boy come in with a brilliant
idea, its rabbit liver pate, should sell like hot cakes with my customers."

"Ask the boy to pop into the library & take down the recipe, this sounds
like something the French would cook up, after all they do create some
weird & wonderful dishes."

"Mr. Benson says he would like you to go to the library & look up the
recipe, when you've done that, I'll supply you a nice free jar, how about
it Jim lad?"

"Brilliant! I'll do that Monday after school & pop it into your shop."

I left there in high spirits & my mouth watering just thinking about this
delicious meat spread on my sandwiches & having solved a problem which had
bugged me on all my camping trips this year.

I went swimming the following afternoon knowing that this was the last day
which the pool was open meeting Fred at the turnstile & his mum letting me
in for free, it had been packed during the day & now most of them had
already left, there were a few kids on inner tubes in the pool & some
adults sunbathing on the grass, we went on the diving boards & the spring
board before swimming a few lengths ending up treading water & floating on
our backs in the deep end, here the war was once again a million miles away
even though we still heard aircraft in the distance & the skies to the
south had the last remnants of vapour trails as the smoking gun to a recent
aerial battle which had taken place, we were wishing for more days that the
pool remained open which simply wasn't going to happen much to our sorrow.

We stayed behind after the lifeguard blew the final whistle & helped him
put all the equipment away in the store room which also doubled as a staff
room; there was a huge hamper basket which contained all the unclaimed lost
property from the whole summer & Fred asked if we could take a look inside.

"You can have anything you want; it'll only go to the second hand shop or
the dump."

We lifted the heavy basket up & emptied it onto the table, even though it
was war time some people still left their belongings behind & the pile on
the table now looked like a stall at a jumble sale, as we sifted through we
both found highly desirable items, I found for Fred an old army gas cape, a
battered A framed rucksack, an old bicycle lamp which still worked,
someone's wash kit containing a mouldy flannel which was thrown in the bin
& a metal mirror, a few pairs of school PE shorts which we shared, an old
notebook, an army water bottle & a bicycle pump, we had found some items
for our coming weekend sleepover which he placed into the rucksack.

The lifeguard left us with the key as he had to go home & Fred's mum was
cashing up the days takings & attending to the banking ledgers giving us
the time we needed for sex, inside the wash kit was a small tin of
vaseliine & my cock became hard & rampant spewing my love juices into my
drying trunks itching to pound into the boy, his cock too became as hard as
a nail as we hugged & kissed grinding our cocks into each other as my lust
for the boy became overwhelming with my cock squirting a shot of love
juices into my trunks which penetrated though the material & ran down my
leg.

I lubed us both up with him holding onto a chair & slowly pushed my leaking
cock inside his tight boy pussy, surprisingly he got used to it very
quickly indicating to me that others had been in there before.

With my rampant cock throbbing & jerking inside him exciting his love
button & making his cock drip clear fluid onto the chair, I felt the
intense feeling at the tip of my cock whenever my love juices squirted deep
inside him, this very hot boy who was only a few days from his 12th
birthday fuelled my rampant passion for him as I pounded into him slowly
whilst massaging his small nipples knowing that neither of us would last &
he was the first with 4 jets of clear watery spunk spraying out of his
cock, his already tight boy pussy pulsed strongly onto my cock as a huge
blast of my love juices flooded into him followed by about 8 huge blasts of
spunk gushing into him with a powerful orgasm & leaking back out past my
cock with it still pulsing in him after my gushes had stopped.

I told him to use the staff toilet & dump my spunk right away before I
locked the store room & walked to the cubicles with my deflating cock still
leaking into my trunks adding to the huge wet patch, retrieved our clothing
baskets, got dressed, handed the key to Fred's mum & rode home.

The following day we were gathering in the playground for assembly when the
air raid sirens went off & had to run for the shelter as another armada of
bombers came in sight, this time they dropped loads of leaflets on the town
& after the all clear we just gathered them all up, some which we used as
scrap paper as the Jerry's hadn't printed anything on the back, I had
gathered up a good supply for myself & no doubt the townspeople were using
them as message pads, shopping lists &c, in one way Jerry had given us the
gift of useable paper saving our own personal supplies, of course no one
would ever dream of using one to write a letter with.

I went to the old house at lunchtime with Tim for our usual smoke & more
sex in the shed bolting the door before hugging, kissing, fondling & making
love to each other in the nude with our lustful passions for each other
running riot & our love juices leaking out of both our cocks before I lubed
up my rampant throbbing cock, Tim's boy pussy & just as my cock almost
touched his hole a squirt of my warm love juices shot out running down his
balls onto the floor, I slowly pushed my cock which had now grown to 7
inches & almost 2 inches across the head slowly inside him as we smoked a
cigarette each.

I pounded slowly into him with long strokes whilst massaging his nipples &
cupping his balls whilst we spoke dirty talk to each other as his cock
squirted occasional jets of his love juices when those feelings built up
rapidly & I squirted several huge gushes of my warm teenage spunk deep
inside him as his cock sprayed out a jet of his love juices.

We swapped over with Tim lubing us up before pushing his huge rampant
throbbing pulsing cock into my boy pussy, he held me by the hips whilst
pounding into me with long slow strokes as his cock massaged my love button
inside my boy pussy & my love juices flowed out of my cock onto the floor
with an occasional squirt when his huge cock suddenly expanded & blasted a
series of huge gushes of his warm teenage spunk deep inside me as my cock
shot out a huge squirt of my love juices which preceded a series of huge
gushes of spunk squirting out several feet from my cock with both our
orgasms so powerful we had to stifle our screams.

We kissed & fondled each other in a hugely satisfying afterglow smoking
another cigarette each before we dumped each others spunk onto the floor,
got dressed &walked back to school with our cocks still leaking into our
silk trunks leaving tell tale wet spots on our shorts.

During that afternoon we both kept getting huge boners in class with our
cocks leaking & occasionally squirting our love juices into our silk trunks
adding to the wetness already there which we both endured right through the
afternoon.

After school I scoured cook books &c looking for rabbit liver pate & soon
found it, having a ready supply of spare paper I dutifully copied the
recipe from the book & handed it into Mr. Bourne on my way to my paper
round.

After our evening meal I rode with Fred to bluebell woods on our bikes to
show him our bivouac site, we couldn't stay long as the light was now
failing, I explained to him in detail how we camp, cook, eat our food &
make hot drinks, what a shelter bivouac is & how its constructed &
camouflaged.

He listened to me with great interest & I wanted to fuck him senseless
there & then as my cock became hard & started oozing my love juices into my
silk trunks with this hot boy right beside me, I settled for kneeling down
& sucking off his cock whilst I slowly wanked mine, Fred came very quickly
shooting 3 squirts of his boy juice into my waiting mouth hitting the back
of my throat whilst my cock blasted out a series of cum blasts which flew
out a few feet between his legs before we got on our bikes & rode home with
my cock leaking the remnants of my spunk into my silk trunks.

Next day I took him to the old house into the shed at lunch time & bolted
the door, we fondled, kissed & made love to each other before asking him to
stand on a piece of wood to bring his crotch to the same level as mine
before we ground into each others crotches with my cock already leaking my
love juices into my silk trunks, as we humped each other I felt a huge jet
of love juices squirt into my trunks giving them a good soaking & running
down my leg when Fred started grunting & mewling as his lust took hold &
his rock hard cock suddenly shot 4 squirts of boy spunk into his underwear.

We took all our clothes off & I bent him over, lubed up my cock & his boy
pussy before slowly & carefully pushing my leaking rampant cock inside his
tight boy pussy & let it settle as it throbbed & jerked strongly inside him
doing its magic on his love button making his cock ooze some clear fluids
which dripped onto the floor.

I lit up a cigarette & slowly pounded into him whilst stroking my nipples
with the palms of my hands feeling another 2 squirts of love juices gushing
into him & those feelings rapidly building up to such a climax I was almost
screaming with the intensity of my orgasm as several huge blasts of my
spunk gushed into him with my cock still pulsing strongly after my spunk
stopped gushing.

My cock remained like a rod of iron inside him for a few moments as I
rested before it throbbed & pulsed with the feelings returning rapidly as
another load of spunk gushed into him and he shot out 3 squirts of his boy
juice.

I directed him to dump my spunk from his hole before we put our clothes
back on & I lit another cigarette smoking & letting him take a couple of
puffs in our awesome afterglows with the remnants of my spunk still leaking
into my trunks adding to the already soaking wetness & wet patches on my
shorts.

Once again I kept getting boners in class throughout the afternoon with
more love juices leaking & sometimes squirting into my already soaked
trunks with my scents wafting around my desk which if I could smell it the
other boys must do too, my lust & sex drive was so rampant especially with
all this sex I did sometimes wonder if someone was going to catch me at it?

Our next troop night saw Fred joining our troop & being placed in my
patrol, this was his first night & I would have to mentor him through his
tenderfoot tests before his parents bought him his uniform & the
investiture ceremony carried out which is when he officially becomes a boy
scout, they would have plenty of time to buy him his camping equipment
during the coming months although he would need to borrow a bedroll &
groundsheet for our sleepover the following day which I had already
arranged for him, little did we know that the air battles of the following
day would change our plans.

After scouts I went to the park toilets & sat in the cubicle, I had to use
my torch to see what I was doing as the light inside wasn't working, once I
became comfortable I switched the torch off & slowly fondled my cock, no
one came into the next cubicle so I wanked my cock to its climax as I put
my cock through the hole with several huge jets of my spunk shooting into
the next cubicle leaving a pool of spunk for someone else to find before
riding my bike home with the remnants of my spunk still leaking into my
silk trunks having to hand wash them & putting them out to dry when I got
home.

The next day there was another aerial battle in the skies, the air raid
sirens had sounded & the spitfires attacked the bombers shooting several of
them down in flames, I watched one aircraft blow up in a huge fireball as
wreckage fell to the ground & another one caught fire & went into a dive, I
saw that it was a Heinkel with fire coming from its right engine, having
seen the one at the farm I knew then that if the pilot could get the plane
down quick enough he might save his crew before the wing gave way, a
spitfire followed him down but didn't shoot at him until the aircraft went
out of view followed shortly after by a pall of thick black smoke rising
out of the woods.

I took the Francis Barnet motorcycle from the shed & rode there hell for
leather seeing the fire in the far side of the woods as I approached to be
stopped by an airman armed with a Lee Enfield rifle who barked out.

"Stop right there sonny! There's a jerry kite come down in the woods."

I stood & watched in awe at the fire when a figure staggered out from the
woods, his flying suit was charred & I saw the burns on his face & hands,
the airman aimed his rifle at him & as he got closer he bellowed out. "Help
me, help me!"

I bellowed out at the airman. "For god's sake can't you see he's bloody
hurt, he needs a hospital right now?"

"OK sonny, start your bike & get him there, you'll be a lot quicker than
the ambulance."

I started the bike & sat on it as he assisted the man onto the motorcycle's
pillion box seat, he hung onto me with his arms around my body in a strong
bear hug as I rode away, he kept whimpering with the pain from his burns &
once back on the road I opened the throttle to its limit as the bike sped
along the road with the cooling blast of air partially relieving his pain.

I arrived at the hospital where he was assisted from the bike & I parked it
& went in with the man, a doctor came out to me asking about him & I
recounted the events back at the woods, a nurse came out & told me that
they started treating him.

I asked. "When can I come & see him?"

"You might be able to see him after 5pm which is our visiting hours."

"Fine, you tell him from me I will be there!"

I left the hospital, rode the motorcycle home to a tirade from mum
demanding. "Where the hell have you been? Lunch was over an hour ago."

"I'm sorry mum; I took a German flyer to hospital that was burned when his
plane crashed in the woods."

"Oh my god, surely our lot could have taken care of him, anyway eat your
lunch, it's now cold."

After I finished lunch I had to go & tell Fred we wouldn't be having a
sleepover in the woods tonight, turned up early for my paper round & rushed
through it, went home, changed into my scout uniform, asked mum to keep my
dinner warm, I rode my bike into town for some flowers, bought an orange
from the greengrocer & went to the hospital.

I spent a few minutes asking for the ward he's in & was taken there by a
nurse to see an airman sat beside him, above his bed was Heinrich Gessler
on the name board, both his face & hands were covered in bandages, his
bright blue eyes looked at me, he tried to raise a smile & reached out with
his hand which I took hold of.

I showed him the orange & put it down on the bedside cabinet & he
replied. "Thank you, you are a very good boy," in perfect English, we spoke
for a while talking about the scouts whilst he talked about his love of
flying, how he won gliding competitions &c, I could tell from his accent &
the way he talked that he was well educated, I told him I would return the
next day with some nice gifts for him, in my mind I wanted him to have a
jar of Mr. Benson's honey & rabbit liver pate, some of mum's blackberry jam
& a couple of mini Hovis loaves which were items bought for our sleepover
when he asked me. "Can you please get me a packet of cigarettes?"

He found the strength to sit up & I asked. "Will you please come with me to
the garden?" I helped him into a dressing gown, fetched a wheelchair & took
him outside, although it was early evening the scents from the flowers
together with the birdsong pleased him & his eyes lit up when I lit up 2
cigarettes & held his one whilst he smoked it, the airman had also
accompanied us into the garden & I passed him one as well.

I could tell he was still in pain from his burns & a nurse came along &
said.

"Mr. Gessler, it's time for your morphine injection."

"Can it wait? I wish to speak with this fine young boy," his answer showed
me the true strength of his character in such an adverse situation, the
doctor came to us & I asked him. "What will happen to our friend here?"

"He will be moved to a special hospital where he will be given the very
best of treatment by a wonderful doctor from New Zealand by the name of
McIndoe, he's achieved excellent results so far with his surgery
techniques, I wouldn't be surprised if he'll be wooing the ladies in a few
months and he's a remarkably good looking young fellow."

"Can they really do that now?"

"What they can do now will surprise you, to think that a few years ago he
would have become an outcast, stuck in his own home with people not wanting
to see his face, you wait, when he's finished with him you'll never even
know that he's been burned."

The visiting time ended & I had to leave him, all this man wanted to do was
achieve his ambition which was to fly, he came from a well off family who
arranged a generous transfer of money from Switzerland which not only
funded his treatment, it also funded further research.

I visited him the following day with my gifts which he received with joy
together with a packet of Players cigarettes which is the brand he asked
for & took him into the garden, this time he wanted a very personal
service, I could see the lust in his eyes as he gazed at my form & a huge
tent appeared in his pyjama bottoms, I took him back to his bed, drew the
privacy curtains & quietly whispered to him. "Whatever happens now you have
to be very quiet?"

I took his cock out which was as hard as iron & a good 8 inches long, this
told me he had been waiting for this moment for ages & yet he came only to
me with this request, I slowly wanked it for him before I sucked his hugely
wonderful cock which became rampant as lust coursed through his body,
pre-cum flowed from his cock which I swallowed before he started to hump
the bed as his cock expanded unloading a huge load into my mouth, I almost
gagged on his offering & somehow managed to quieten both of us leaving him
with a lovely smile on his face.

As I drew back the curtains I saw the knowing looks & the smirk of the
nurse's face, there was no putting one over on her as she was too
experienced, nevertheless she kept quiet & only said. "I'm sure our friend
here like's you having gone above the honour code of a boy scout, keep up
the good work & he'll make a good recovery," she then whispered in my
ear. "Ppsst, he's a real dish."

The aircraft wreck had indeed set fire to a sizeable portion of the woods &
it was only bodies which were recovered, Heinrich's professionalism tried
to save his crew & he did have the aircraft lined up on the farm's runway
when the one remaining serviceable engine seized having leaked its oil out
of a hole in the main engine block caused by shrapnel. It was just pure bad
luck, he tried desperately to rescue his crew & was beaten back by the
searing inferno, I had learned the story both from him & the RAF & even
though he was an enemy pilot, he was awarded the King's commendation for
distinguished flying.

I felt that I had let Fred down & arranged with him to camp out in the
bivouac the following weekend & this time we would have to camp out in the
copse where the spy was caught & asked him to hang onto the kit which he
borrowed, to get to it meant following the normal route to the woods &
crossing the river by what we call the Roman bridge & following a track for
about a half mile to the top of a hill & into the copse, a climb of about
300 feet,

I put it to Fred & he really was pleased that we would be having a
sleepover under canvas, during the week I managed to collect more supplies
for our food & drink which included rabbit liver pate from Mr. Bourne, this
stuff was literally flying out of his shop as soon as it went on display &
with the feedback from his customers altered the recipe to give it more of
a savoury taste.

He also passed me a message for John together with a train ticket to
Coventry & a hotel booking, his instructions were to collect a brand new
military 500cc Triumph speed twin from the Triumph Engineering Company,
Captain Seddon had paid for this machine outright which became Ladysmith
company's dispatch machine, having read the 'Motor cycle' magazine's test
report I knew this machine was going to be a fast bike which went like the
clappers of hell & probably the only bikes capable of beating it are things
like Cammy Norton's & Velocettes, V twin JAP's, A series Vincent's & BSA's
M24 Gold star, John was going to have a very interesting ride back from
Coventry.

I watched John ride the machine into town stopping outside the school
gates, it was a beautiful looking bike, its 498cc twin cylinder engine ran
with a steady beat as it ticked over with John seated on the bike, an
ethereal whine emanated from the timing chest owing to the machine's
straight cut timing pinions together with a small amount of valve clatter &
a knock from the clutch which disappeared as soon as John pulled in the
clutch lever, the machine smelled of burnt exhaust paint, heated oil &
cleaning fluids which are the typical new machine smells, just as we were
chatting with the large group of school kids gathered around to look at
this machine, we all heard the loud raucous bellowing exhaust beat of a
large single cylinder motorcycle with an open megaphone exhaust which made
an awesome noise of the overrun, the machine came into view stopping beside
John with the rider blipping the throttle before holding the revs at a tick
over by what's known as 'hanging the slide on the cable' & stopping the
engine with the compression release, the air was heavy with the aroma of
burnt castor which smelled awesome, the bike was an OHC garden gate plunger
rear suspension Manx Norton 500cc with its 79.6mm bore x 100mm stroke
engine & John had met its rider on route at a road side cafe who was tasked
with moving the machine from Birmingham's Bracebridge street into safe
storage for the duration of the war.

John took me on the back of the Triumph & I watched the rider push start
the Norton & ride to the outskirts of the town before swapping machines for
the fast ride to Benson's farm, I sat on the Norton's pillion box seat as
John pulled away slipping the clutch to almost 30 m.p.h. whilst still in
first gear, the blast of the wind in my face together with the loud
bellowing exhaust beat from its megaphone as we reached almost 100 m.p.h
was both highly exhilarating & very frightening even though the machine was
rock steady on the road, the ride back on the Triumph would be even more
frightening as the machine tried to tie itself into knots whilst taking
high speed bends owing to its frame flexing.

We finally arrived at the bicycle shop where John works to finally store
the machine for the duration of the war.

Both Fred & I arrived at the copse on our bikes which had a commanding view
of the farm & the airfield, we erected our bivouac using a pair of gas
capes strung between saplings & both army groundsheets laid down side by
side, laid out our bedrolls & camouflaged the bivouac owing to the small
size & isolated nature of the copse making an excellent job of concealing
it in the undergrowth, using the mirror I sent a message to the RAF at the
farm letting them know of our whereabouts & received the reply from their
Aldis lamp which read.

"Hi Jimbo, enjoy your night with each other & thanks, Frank," with Frank
knowing that I'm here, a visit from him could very well be on the cards.

We cooked our evening meal whilst it was still light washed down with tea
before sitting down watching the beautiful mid September sunset just
chatting about everyday items, school, scouts & finally sex.

We waited until it was fully dark before we stripped our clothes off
kissing, fondling & hugging each other in a lovers embrace with both our
cocks fully hard & being slowly wanked with each others hands before I
finally laid down on the grass with my towel underneath me.

I lubed us both up & instructed Fred to kneel down facing my head
straddling me lowering his boy pussy down so I could push my cock inside
him, I told him that this is called 'Riding a cock,' I let him get settled
whilst I massaged his tiny nipples & fondled his hard cock before he
started riding my cock like a bucking bronco rider massaging his nipples
with his hands, his mewling sounds told me he was really enjoying himself
whilst giving me the best fuck yet as my love juices flowed inside him &
his cock dripped a few small drops of clear liquid onto my belly when
suddenly his boy pussy clamped onto my cock as a jet of watery spunk
squirted out of his cock hitting my face followed by another 4 more which
suddenly took me over the edge as my cock shot the first huge blast inside
him making him coo with delight followed by several more which gave me such
an extremely intensive orgasm I almost screamed my head off begging Fred to
stop, would he listen? No! He just kept on riding my cock hell for leather
like he was at a rodeo torturing the hell out of me in his delightful
orgasm whilst I thrashed around screaming until it got so intense he too
had to stop.

We just laid there in such a huge afterglow with my cock still pulsing away
still trying to pump out spunk from my empty balls & Fred's cock tingling
with pleasure in a lovers embrace kissing & fondling each other for what
seemed like an eternity, I asked Fred.

"Don't you know when to stop? You were torturing the hell out of me."

He looked at me with an evil grin replying. "That'll teach you for
canceling last weekend, I've been waiting a long time for this."

"Right you little toe rag! I'll get you for that," as I started play
wrestling & tickling him as he laughed & giggled like he was a cheeky
little brother of mine when suddenly Frank's voice spoke out of the
darkness.

"Come on sunshine, how about a nice cup of tea for your old mate here?"

We both jumped right out of our skins in surprise even though he's an old
friend who I've also spent many lustful moments with & knows the score, I
lit up the Tommy's cooked & put a mess tin of water on to boil for the tea
whilst he flashed a message back with the Aldis lamp.

We spent ages talking over old times together when we heard the sound of a
German Heinkel HE111 high above us, we could almost see the silhouette of
the aircraft when suddenly a round object appeared from behind it & seemed
to float down slowly, as we all gazed up at it I said.

"Here Frank, that's got to be a parachute, if it is, that plane's just
dropped a spy."

Frank took the Aldis lamp & flashed the message. 'Urgent! Parachute sighted
1 mile S E of airfield, QRF scramble now!'

We had to quickly get our clothes back on as the RAF would be here any
minute in a truck & probably joined by Ladysmith Company in the hunt for
the parachutist, the excitement was mounting very fast indeed.

The RAF truck laboured uphill following the track to the copse & all
pandemonium broke out as RAF troops disembarked & every one was armed, one
of them had a number 8 portable radio set mounted in a pack frame on his
back carrying 2 rifles & said. "Frank, here's your rifle with your rounds,"
Frank took the rifle, checked it loading the clip of rounds into the
magazine, took the radio's microphone & called.

"Ladysmith one, Ladysmith one, are you receiving?"

"Ladysmith one to flyboy one, loud & clear, am three quarters of a mile
east of your location, over."

"Flyboy one to Ladysmith one, suspect may be about half mile south of your
location, be advised that he may be armed & dangerous, over,"

"Ladysmith one to Flyboy one, if he does start shooting he's got our Bren
gun team to worry about."

Flyboy one to Ladysmith one, we also have a Bren gun team, if he upsets
them, he's in for a bad day, we're now advancing to contact, out."

Frank said. "Both you lads go & hide yourselves in your shelter just in
case he comes your way.""

We watched their section move off towards the last sighting of the
parachute, crawled inside our bivouac & laid there quietly listening out
for any sounds around us, the night was eerily quiet, all we could hear was
the sounds of our breathing & time seemed to pass slowly until we heard a
couple of distant cracks which was followed by the frequent triple booms of
the Bren gun & another boom each time a rifle fired ending with 2 loud
booms which could only be Bert lobbing in a couple of thunder flashes
having heard one before, we could only assume that they scared the shit out
of the poor sod with all their gunfire.

After about three quarters of an hour both sections came to the truck with
their hapless prisoner & the RAF took him back to the farm whilst the
section from Ladysmith Company all started brewing up tea & chatting, John
came over holding the Bren gun which he'd fired in anger & called us out
saying.

"Hey Jimbo, come & join us for a cuppa."

All the home guard section were laughing & joking about their recent
conquest with Bert giggling out.

"Yeah, I deafened the poor sod with those thunder flashes & he obviously
knew it became a fight he was going to lose."

"I'm not surprised with all that noise, my ears are still ringing from
firing that Bren gun," said John.

This became a most enjoyable cuppa with some of their lads giving us bits
of their ration packs; we were definitely going to have a good hearty
breakfast in the morning.

Instead of moving out they erected their bivouacs all around us & having
them camped with us gave us an added sense of security together with an
hourly change of sentry, John woke us up to let us know they were having
their breakfasts & we just remained in our bedrolls until mid morning when
we got up, cooked our breakfasts & struck camp for the final time of the
year.

The 15 th of September is regarded as 'Battle of Britain day' this is the
day which the Germans suffered the heaviest losses, the RAF had now
regrouped & changed tactics with Trafford Leigh Mallory's big wings,
instead of just a squadron of either spitfires or hurricanes which numbered
a few aircraft, several squadrons went up as a group taking the Germans by
surprise, their large formations looked formidable & the blackest moment
came when Churchill was told that every single aircraft including the
reserve squadrons was in the air, the entire free world depended on the
outcome of this day, the invasion barges were massed across the channel &
photos brought in by both the blue spitfires confirmed this.

The following days only saw a few aircraft in the skies, they came at night
instead bombing our cities in what became known as 'The blitz', we had won
this day & although we still stood alone we had started taking the fight to
the enemy.

The Germans had abandoned 'Operation sealion', we still had to watch our
shores & our skies, a section of the RAF special duties squadron now
occupied Benson's farm alongside the photo reconnaissance squadron with the
blue spitfires.

Frank had already completed his RAF training & was posted to the special
duties section at Benson's farm as a communications technician & billeted
with our family, a strange looking tiny aircraft now started operating from
the farm, it had a pair of identical wings one behind the other & was
powered by no more than a motorcycle engine, they called it. 'Le pou de
ciel', which is French for 'the flying flea' or flying louse, the purpose
of this aircraft remained a secret right throughout the war.

Watching this aircraft take off is very unusual indeed, it sounded just
like a motorcycle when its engine powered up & rolled just a short distance
to rise into the air like a fly, as it flew it just seemed to float slowly
in the sky, later on it would use up a considerable portion of the runway &
go hedge hopping for miles in a very slow climb, for it to be doing that it
probably had to be heavily laden with fuel & whatever else it was carrying,
only one pilot ever flew this aircraft & he was a pint sized mite of a
person who was even smaller than me indicating that by using a flyweight
pilot enabled extra fuel to be carried by the aircraft which I guessed had
to be doing clandestine flights across the channel.

Family pets became the first casualties of the war & over 750,000 were
euthanized in the first week of the war alone, there were no provisions for
rations or shelter for pets, vets were inundated with people having to
destroy their much loved companions causing much sadness amongst people
particularly young children, some people had managed to have them re homed
out in the country, the real nail in their coffin came when the 'Waste of
food order' became law last month making it illegal to feed a pet food
which was fit for human consumption, under those regulations it was against
the law to even give a saucer of milk to a cat.

Sergeant Hargis's ageing German shepherd was now 7 years old, I would
sometimes walk him for a shilling & he was a lovely dog which always loved
to play, we had so many times in the river swimming & always walked with me
carrying a ball in his mouth hence the locals knew him as 'The dog with a
ball in his mouth.'

He had given sterling service to the community & in the routing of the two
spies but this time as I walked him on a fine October day during the half
term, something wasn't right, I could see it in the animal's eyes & his
hind paw nails had worn right down to the quick, blood oozed out from his
nails & I hadn't spotted the warning signs earlier or took notice of his
nails grinding on the pavement, I had to return with the dog & break the
news to the sergeant.

Even though he was a powerfully built man, when he finished talking to the
vet on the telephone tears flooded his eyes & he hugged the poor hapless
animal & said to me with a huge lump in his throat.

"Jim, it's bad news, he's going to have to be put down & it's not easy
finding another dog, certainly not one as good as him."

I started crying bawling out. "It's not fair, there has to be a solution,"
when suddenly my cock sprang a huge boner & the dog came up to me & sniffed
it before pawing my leg with its paw, That's when I realized that the dog
was trying to tell us something, for some moments I couldn't put my finger
on it, it was only with the dog's ministrations when my cock shot out a jet
of my love juices into my underwear that I beamed out with joy at my
inspiration.

"That's it! That's it! He wants us to have him mated before he goes."

                                                                                    (12)

We were faced with the enormity of finding him a mate so he could do the
one act which will deliver a fine animal from the next generation who's
bloodlines stem from the farmlands of Germany which had to be done whilst
the animal was still healthy, the few remaining dog breeders didn't want to
know as the dog had no provenance & we were left with the RAF who had a 2
year old bitch with similar markings at Benson's farm right under our very
noses & we had overlooked it.

A phone call to Flight Lieutenant Foyle secured the bonding process for
both animals with them being introduced to each other which at first looked
almost impossible with the bitch trying to rip anything apart which was in
sight, it was left to Corporal Fowler the dog's handler to manage the
bonding.

The days passed which proved to be a slow process as both animals guarded
sentinel on each other through the fence, their barking & clawing at the
fence gave way to sitting on their haunches with the distance between them
becoming ever closer until they were sniffing each other until finally when
the bitch came on heat, both animals were whining at each other when
Corporal Fowler admitted him into the bitches boudoir.

The act itself took just a brief instant of time as the dog's balls emptied
into the receptive bitch, it's will to live had kept it going just for this
very moment & it was now up to mother nature to deliver him a fine son,
delivered from the womb of a fine animal as the pick of the litter, a son
which he will never see as he suddenly yelped out in pain for a brief
instant of time with the light fading from his eyes as the dying dog
slumped onto the floor, it's destiny fulfilled.

The farm's vet monitored the pregnancy with Corporal Fowler ensuring the
animal was well fed & given plenty of milk, with the imminent births
nearing with its motherhood the animal was temporarily retired from
security duties & Father Christmas himself couldn't have done a better job
of delivering presents when the litter was born on Christmas morning with
all but the pick of the litter becoming RAF 'Air dogs.'

I took the train to visit Heinrich in hospital after he had his first
series of operations taking him some more gifts & farm produce which
included a freshly cooked pheasant, as I walked up to him in his private
room his eyes lit up with recognition, at first there was animosity between
himself & some of the RAF casualties until they came to the realization
that he too had suffered the same as themselves with animosity turning to
bonds of friendship.

I met Dr McIndoe who became surprised to see a boy scout who had traveled
on a train journey to see him & became astonished when he saw my gifts for
him, as I talked to him he exuded confidence that Heinrich would indeed
make a good recovery.

The private room now became ideal for the personal service I was about to
unleash on him as I bolted the door & drew the net curtains, our cocks
became rods of iron in an instant as I threw my clothes off, got onto the
bed & pulled his pyjama bottoms & underwear down, lubed us both up & knelt
astride him facing his head & lowered myself onto his pole as he fed it
into my boy pussy letting it settle before I rode up & down on his cock.

His smiling face told it all as lust coursed through his body as my 13 year
old lust fuelled form rode him with his bed making all sorts of noises as
love juices flowed out of my cock which I kept dipping my finger into &
feeding into his waiting mouth as he mewled & grunted with pleasure with
his orgasm building to such an intensive climax he almost screamed with
pleasure as jet after jet of his spunk gushed into my boy pussy.

My cock was so rampant now with its constant twitching & jerking as I came
off his pole & fed it into his waiting mouth, his ministrations with his
tongue & his sucking rapidly bought an extremely intensive climax as my
spunk gushed into him as he swallowed all of my offering & had to gag me to
silence my screams, we laid there in a hugely satisfying afterglow for ages
just chatting about our lives when I had to get dressed, opened the
curtains & showed him the photos taken on scout camp which he looked at
with much interest bringing his fond memories of camps with the Hitler
youth flooding back, there was one photo which took his breath away &
almost brought tears to his eyes when I showed him the photo of sergeant
Hargis's German shepherd seated proudly on its haunches, he gazed fondly at
the photo uttering.

"Das Deutscher schafehund, it's a truly wonderful animal, I too have one
back in Germany which my parents are now taking care of, my last letter
from them tells me that he's missing me already."

I recounted my lovely times spent with the dog together with the last walk
I gave him & the bonding with the RAF bitch where his life ended at
Benson's farm, he hugged me as my eyes moistened before saying to me.

"You have done the right thing; his spirit will have left him with his seed
that day & I can definitely assure you that he will have a very fine animal
where its father's spirit will live on, you must promise me to train him
well which will be a real challenge for you as you will be training a very
young highly spirited animal."

"I gave Heinrich a scout salute saying. "On my honour as a boy scout I will
train the dog to the best of my abilities giving him the care, love &
companionship he will so very much deserve."

"There's a good boy, you'll have to leave now if you don't want to miss
your train." I bid him goodbye & closed the door.

                                                                             (13)

I fell asleep on the return train journey home & somehow I had the most
pleasant of dreams, I was in the most beautiful farmland & countryside with
rolling hills & mountains which I knew to be the Bavarian Alps in southern
Germany with its picturesque houses having seen similar pictures in books
at school & Frank's photos, sat on its haunches right next to me was this
beautiful fully grown short haired German Shepherd so full of youth & life
with its ears erect, the eyes bright & full of life. Its teeth a pure shade
of white, its tongue hanging out to the left side of its open jaw & looking
very alert, it had most of its fathers markings apart from a more prominent
dark line across its forehead & the tan coloured fur on its flanks in the
shape of a figure 6, as it walked beside me it held up its hugely bushy
tail proudly with its fur flowing in the breeze.

All it wanted to do was to play & to please, it ran so fast & effortless
across the ground as I threw its father's ball to retrieve & when it
returned it was jumping all around yelping & whining in ecstasy before
slobbering all over my face with its tongue before the dream faded into
oblivion & me waking up with a huge feeling of contentment.

Some time later I was at a pheasant shoot at Benson's farm as one of the
beaters, our job was to beat the bushes around us as we walked through the
undergrowth which spooked the pheasants as they took off vertically before
flying into the waiting guns, I was at the very back of the beaters when
the area became eerily silent as though a breeze had suddenly stopped
blowing, time itself seemed to stand still when I felt a very heavy brush
on my right leg which could only be caused by an animal, it was so sudden I
jumped in alarm trying to see what it was & yet there was nothing there,
the sounds all seemed to return as if by magic & time itself had restarted.

It was the side of my knee & thigh which had been brushed & I had clearly
felt its fur on my leg, somehow I knew that the dog's spirit was letting me
know of its presence & felt contented knowing that I was the instrument of
it becoming a proud father even in death & yet somehow its unborn son had
reached out to me.

It was only when sergeant Hargis routinely tidied his desk at the police
station that something uncanny happened, he was always methodical in
organizing the contents of his desk & this one day something made him pull
the drawers out revealing a long lost piece of paper, it had yellowed with
age & looked insignificant until he cast eyes on it in total surprise as
the words 'Deutscher Schafehund' leapt out at him, the sire was Ch
Kronprinz Bayerischer & the dam was Ch Frau das Tittling & his dog's name
was Prinz which is German for Prince, this was the best news possible as it
now proved the provenance of the sire, the RAF already had the
documentation of the dam, this now meant that a pedigree male German
Shepherd was about to enter the world at Benson's farm, shortly afterwards
a police constable knocked on the door & placed the document in my hand
asking.

"Sonny, will you please take this to Corporal Fowler at Benson's farm?"

"Yes constable, I'll do it right away."

I couldn't get there fast enough on the Francis Barnet as I rode the
machine hell for leather through the town before lying flat on the tank
trying to extract every last ounce of speed from the machine & as it zipped
along the road to the farm it really was flying in the cold late autumn air
which seemed to be either more dense or contained more oxygen as this
machine had never gone as fast as this, I arrived at the farm making my way
straight to the dog kennels & Corporal Fowler to say to him.

"Look what I've got for you."

He looked at the paper which bore the police stamps charting the animal's
career in amazement & said.

"Do you know what this means? It's the proof that those puppies when
they're born are pure bred, Jimmy, those puppies will be worth a bloody
fortune!"

We were almost jumping & dancing for joy at this piece of news hugging each
other when suddenly the 20 year old airman ground his rock hard cock into
mine & he too wanted a personal service.

The wooden shed next to the kennels only had a single metal bed which is
used by the duty handler, we quickly ripped our clothes off, bolted the
shed door & he laid on the bed whilst I lubed up, knelt astride him facing
his head & impaled myself on his 6 inch pole which went straight in, I rode
his pole hell for leather with the metal criss cross sprung bed netting,
the beds metal joints & even the shed itself making a god awful racket with
dogs barking & yet somehow all this noise added to the excitement together
with the scents of my flowing love juices from my cock being picked up by
the dogs adding to theirs.

It wasn't long before he unloaded his offering of spunk into my boy pussy
with several blasts as my cock sprayed my love juices over him before
several huge jets of spunk blasted out all over him.

The interior of the shed had warmed up considerably as a result of our
passionate exertions as we now laid in a satisfying afterglow fondling &
kissing whilst smoking a cigarette each.

                                                                                         (14)

November the 14 th saw the bombing of Coventry by the Luftwaffe with 515
aircraft, the famous cathedral was destroyed as was the Triumph Engineering
factory at Priory street together with the factory records, drawings &
designs fuelling concerns regarding the supply of spare parts for Ladysmith
company's Triumph speed twin, the night time bombing raids on the major
cities continued with us having to take shelter in our Anderson shelter on
most nights which was cold, cramped, uncomfortable & lit by a candle as we
just didn't know if or when the town would be next, in those conditions I
personally would rather have slept out in the woods under my bivouac.

Sometime around the end of the month a strange looking aircraft powered by
2 Rolls Royce Merlin engines landed at the farm & mechanics worked on one
of the engines before it lined up on the runway & the pilot throttled up
both engines before releasing the brakes, I watched it take off & it
certainly went like a bat out of hell with an evocative roar from both
engines, all that was known about it was the pilots called it 'The wooden
wonder', those who saw it said it was made of wood, my thoughts were that
if we did build a very fast twin engined aircraft, surely it could take the
fight to the jerries?

December brought thoughts of Christmas; at school we made our best attempts
at Christmas decorations, making cards in art lessons, singing carols at
morning assembly, the mornings were bitterly cold & I was really glad to be
riding on Mr. Brittons steam engine on my milk round especially with the
heat which came from its firebox, I was doing both my milk & paper rounds
in the dark in blacked out streets, I didn't have the luxury of riding on a
steam engine on my paper round, it was on my bicycle, mum knitted me a
wooly hat & gloves to try & keep myself warm but I mostly ended my paper
round by sitting in front of the fire when I got home after which I helped
mum prepare our evening meal & normally done my homework after I've eaten,
Christmas also meant pheasants & I would certainly have to bag at least a
couple of them in the coming days, fortunately Bert was going to assist me
on that one.

School had broken up for the holidays, I finished making my cards at school
& posted them in good time before the last posting day, my milk & paper
rounds continued right through the holidays & Bert called round after our
evening meal with myself already dressed in warm clothes taking my
catapult, we were going after pheasants.

What did surprise me about Bert even though he was almost 63 years old he
rode my bicycle like a youngster giving me a crossbar all the way to the
woods, the newspaper bag would be ideal for carrying the night's bag.

We searched the area of the woods amongst the saplings & low bushes which
hadn't been consumed in the fire walking very carefully looking for the
silhouette of the roosting birds, I spotted the first one & gave Bert the
signal before I drew back the catapult & took aim.

The musket ball hit the bird with a loud whack knocking it off its perch in
a maelstrom of panic calls & flapping wings, it sounded as though the
heavens have opened up with all the noise, Bert quickly found the bird &
dispatched it before placing it into the news bag, we remained silent for a
while listening out for any sounds which might announce a human presence
before looking for the next bird which was about 30 feet up a tree.

We decided to fire one shot after another to give us the best chance of
bagging the bird, I took aim & fired first, the musket ball struck the
branch heavily with a loud crack spooking the bird which bleated out its
alarm calls & flapping its wings on the point of taking off when Bert's
musket ball hit the bird with a loud whack silencing the bird rustling the
branches as it fell through the tree onto the ground & into my bag.

We searched quietly through the woods bagging another 3 birds & couldn't
fit any more into the news bag if we tried, we rode home & placed the birds
on the table the sight of which astonished mum who lectured me telling me
to be careful not to get caught, Bert took a brace & saved me the livers as
I wanted to make some pheasant liver pate, unfortunately the birds will
have to be left hanging for a few days to make the meat more tender &
improve the flavour with Bert advising that they be left about a week.

The following day I took the air cane which I hadn't used for a while to
the woods on my bicycle with the intention of bagging a couple of bunnies
for the pot & looked around the saplings first catching sight of a pheasant
in the undergrowth, I charged up the air chamber & loaded the air cane,
fortunately I hadn't disturbed the bird, I saw that it was going to be a
long shot of about 50 yards at a bird which I could only just about see, I
patiently waited for it to come into a better view with the air cane
carefully aimed at the bird, as it came out of the grass I fired with the
gun erupting with a loud pop.

Immediately I heard a pheasant's alarm call nearby just as I heard the SSSG
shot strike the bird with a loud thump with another one near to it taking
off & flying away.

I walked over quickly to find that my shot was a clean kill which had
smashed into its head, I was in a state of euphoria as I put the bird into
the bag, I hurriedly left there riding rapidly till I came to the
unsurfaced lane & stopped to check if I was being followed, after several
minutes I was satisfied that no one was there so I recharged & reloaded for
another shot, looked through a gap in the hedge to see loads of bunnies, I
shot the first one at about 25 yards range & prepared for another shot,
although a few bunnies had hopped into the hedge there was another one
slightly further away which I shot before squeezing through the gap in the
hedge, putting them both in the bag & riding home.

                                                                                     (15)

No sooner than I had arrived home putting my bag on the kitchen table, mum
set to skinning & gutting them for the fridge with me telling her to save
the livers for making the pate whilst I put the pheasant in the shed to
hang, I now had to go shopping, Mum gave me all our ration books, the
shopping list & the money.

I took my rucksack & rode into town; I had to buy our meat ration from the
butcher, the groceries from the grocer, fruit & vegetables from the
greengrocer for which I had to make a return trip & bread from the bakers
followed by a ride on the Francis Barnet to Benson's farm for a few eggs,
honey & milk, with that done I done my paper round, ate my evening meal &
rode to Tim's hoping for some more sex & fortunately we wasn't
disappointed.

My visit turned into a sleepover which meant the pair of us sharing a
single bed, we had to be so quiet in that bed that all we did was give each
other a good wank, the old cotton vest which I scrounged from the pool's
lost property basket was fortunately inside my haversack & well used as a
cum rag by now but it'll have to do.

The following morning I rode home for breakfast after which I helped to put
up the decorations & decorated the tree which is lit by small candles
fitted into holders which clip onto the branches so great care has to be
taken to avoid starting a fire, then I helped mum prepare our Christmas
dinner of a brace of roasted pheasants & a roasted bunny, vegetables &
roasted potatoes all of which had to be cooked on an old solid fuel cast
iron range cooker.

There was a knock on the front door which I opened to find sergeant Hargis
outside with his car, he looked very happy indeed with his face bearing a
smile as he asked me.

"Fancy a ride to Benson's farm?, I just this minute received a call from
Corporal fowler telling me the litter's just been born."

I was jumping for joy at this news & called out.

"Mum, Prince's puppies have just been born; I'm going with the sergeant to
see them."

"OK Jimmy, don't be late for your dinner as today's a special day."

He drove me to the farm in his police Wolseley car where we were met by
Corporal Fowler who took us to the kennel to see the mother with her litter
of 4 puppies, the bitch looked at me in recognition, got up & sniffed me
before returning to her litter, I saw the puppy immediately, a tiny
defenceless form both blind & deaf with those familiar markings I saw in my
dream, I picked up the small infant animal which filled the space in the
palm of my hand looking at it in admiration saying.

"Hello boy, welcome to the world, we're going to see a lot more of each
other from now on," I passed the puppy to sergeant Hargis who handled it
for a few minutes in admiration saying.

"One day you'll grow up into a very fine police dog," he then returned the
puppy to its mother which crawled its way onto a teat to suckle more of her
nourishing milk.

This tiny mite of a newborn puppy tipping the scales at around the weight
of half a bag of sugar would grow into a fine animal very athletic,
intelligent, obedient, tipping the scales close to 100 pounds & for those
unfortunate criminals encountering him it would be a case of who bites
wins.

Mum did a marvelous job of cooking our Christmas dinner of the roast game
meats, roast potatoes, boiled dried peas & a small measure of parsnips
washed down with a glass of this years blackberry wine mead, for pudding
she baked a Christmas cake using the Ministry of food leaflet, dad lit the
Christmas tree candles which gave off a pleasing light to the living room,
despite the food shortages owing to rationing I haven't felt so full after
a meal in a long time.

It seemed as though some sort of unofficial truce must exist between us &
the Germans for both sides to observe Christmas as the days were quiet even
though it was during the middle of the blitz, with the holiday over it was
now back to the war & about 2 days later we heard a sudden tremendous ear
splitting crash bang which rattled the windows & seemed to shake the house,
I ran outside to see what had caused this racket to see the aircraft known
as 'The wooden wonder' flying away fairly low over the countryside with
both of its Merlin engines on full chat, it had passed over the town during
its flight, I later learned during the following year that this aircraft
was the 'De Havilland Mosquito.'

1940 now passed into 1941, we were now back at school & for those who's
14th birthday was before the Christmas holidays this was their last term as
they would leave at Easter, as my birthday's in March I will be a summer
leaver, just 2 terms remain before I go out to work, it has been a
memorable year especially as my last school summer holiday has been & gone,
one can only look forward to the coming year & the end of the war.

To be continued in WW2 Boy scout?